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yanderes-galore · 8 months

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Can I ask for Injustice Damian Wayne with your prompts: 1, 22 and 54?

Yes! Damian from Injustice is such s good character :D @okchijt helped with the plot and I wrote the rest! Hope you enjoy the story :) I tweaked it a bit from their original idea.

Yandere! Injustice! Damian Wayne Prompts 1, 22, 54

"I'd burn this world and everything in it for you."

"You're crying... come a little closer, I'll make it all go away."

"Selfish! That's what you are!"

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Accidental murder that happened in canon, Violence, Jealousy, Angst, Manipulation, Kidnapping, Delusional behavior, Forced relationship.

The death of Nightwing, Dick Grayson, affected everyone when it happened. You had been part of the Batfamily by training under Batman. You weren't related at all, it was like being an honorary member.

Dick and Damian had felt like brothers to you. You cared for them both and got along with the two. When you heard of the accident of Dick's death... you wanted to forgive Damian when others wouldn't.

You still cared for him even if Dick's death weighed heavy on you.

Despite your hesitant forgiveness of the accident, the incident made you distance yourself from the heroes. You needed space away from Damian and the others. Your need for moving on made you an undecided factor in the war against Batman and Superman.

Even when you didn't pick sides you still fulfilled your role as hero. Both sides often offered you the chance to join but you always decided against it. By the time the war rumbled on you moved on and found a new path for yourself.

The fact you're actively avoiding picking sides never did sit right with Damian, a robin turned Nightwing.

Damian even began growing frustrated at the fact you actively avoided his invitations to join The Regime. In truth, Damian misses you deeply. Back then when Dick was still alive, Damian originally saw you as a friend or sibling. Then when you left he found himself pining.

His care towards you wasn't platonic, he knows that now. The entire time he was brewing more intimate thoughts about you. He slowly became aware of the fact he's in love with you... when you left his fantasies shattered.

His invitations to join him were also invitations to connect again. He knows deep down you forgive him about what happened that day. Part of him wonders if he'd still have you if Dick was alive. He regrets that accident.

Damian did everything he could to track you down. He often monitored crime in an attempt to meet up with you. Each time he tried to reach out, to convince you, you turn him down with a frown.

More than anything he just wants you in his life again.

Superman, Clark Kent, notices the desperation in the young man's actions. He knows better than most that Damian is driven by the love he has for you. Clark has lost someone close to him too... except Damian has a chance to have you by his side again.

Damian was originally confused and a bit irritated when Clark had called him for a meeting. Although his eyes quickly lit up when the tyrant offers a deal. Clark can help Damian reunite with you, he may even be able to help convince you to their side.

It was an offer too good to pass up.

Damian admits to Clark that your weakness always seems to be the safety of others. Even when you were younger you often forgot about your own safety and grew reckless. With such information, the perfect plan was produced by the Kryptonian.

It's easy to frame crime when everyone/most people trust you.

You had no idea what was going on behind the scenes. You simply saw people in danger and snuck in to help them. You had no idea there was anyone waiting in the shadows to prey upon you.

You were too focused on helping those around you...

You barely even registered the hit to your head before your senses went dark.

....

You felt like you were waking up from a deep sleep when you gained your vision again. Except instead of feeling well rested you were met with aching pains and the feeling of cold metal around your legs and wrists. You take a moment to realize your surroundings, seeing chains and cuffs around your limbs connecting to a wall. You barely even register the mattress under you as you're still trying to recover from the blow to your head.

What just... happened?

The sound of doors opening in the dimly lit room grabs your attention right before blinding you with light due to your light sensitivity. When you can actually process what you're looking at when the doors close you're surprised to see Damian in front of you. Surprise quickly turns into a sickly feeling in your gut when you start to piece things together.

"It's good to see you're awake. I'm sorry for the room, when you join The Regime you'll get a much better set up." Damian greets, watching your confused expression as you try to comprehend what he's telling you.

"Huh...?"

"I get it, blow to the head... you'll catch on soon enough. I can't believe you've been blowing off the chance to join the Regime." Damian sighs, kneeling beside you. "You shouldn't tackle crime alone, you've always been reckless. The Regime just wants to get rid of crime for good. We can't let it fester anymore."

Kidnapped... you can tell that much. As you try to find a way out of it you listen to what Damian has to say despite your mind feeling fuzzy. You try to listen to Damian's attempts to convince you but you begin to realize the conversation begins to drift towards himself.

"Think about it, won't you? We need each other. I've always missed you since you left, I've missed the old times. I don't get why you had to leave me and pretend like I don't matter, like our FAMILY didn't matter anymore...." Damian finds himself ramble, noticing the way tears begin to well up in your eyes.

You remember how it was back then. Before Dick's death things were great. You loved Bruce, you loved Dick... you loved Damian. It hurt you to think of the fact all of that was gone.

Would things even change if you didn't leave?

You both can tell Damian's tough persona crumbles as he reflects on the past like you. You see him clench his fist before looking back at you. He looks betrayed... but vulnerable.

"You're crying... come a little closer, I'll make it all go away." Damian mutters in an attempt to soothe the both of you. "We don't have to hold the past against each other anymore. I have you and you have me. That's all that matters."

You feel yourself being pulled into Damian's hold, his strong arms leaning you into his chest as he lays his chin on your head. You find yourself sobbing at both reuniting with Damian but also the fact he most likely kidnapped you. Damian answers you cries with soft shushing noises.

"You don't have to think about all of that. All you need to think about is me." He pulls away to tilt your chin up. "I've loved you since I saw you. I've loved you the most out of everyone in our family, I was the one always there for you. I should be the only one that matters to you now since I'm the one who was always with you."

"The others loved me too, Damian. They loved us both!" You retaliate, eyes narrowing. "The others were there for me too. It was never just you. What are you even talking about? What is wrong with you!?"

Damian's look of betrayal returns and he grits his teeth.

"Forget about them. They don't matter anymore!" Damian scolds, you don't seem to listen though.

"You can't make me not care for them Damian. They're still family! I still love them, you can't stop that!" You fight back, pulling away more from Damian. Your resistance only feeds into Damian's frustration.

"Selfish! That's what you are!" Damian yells, losing his cool. You hold your tongue and Damian's hypocrisy. He kidnapped you but calls you selfish for caring about family. Yeah right....

You only silently glare at Damian, pulling at the chains on your limbs in futility. Your relationship with Damian wasn't getting any better. You tried to forgive him before and keep things at that. Now you knew that was a mistake... Damian was always going to be a problem for you since the death of Dick.

Dick's death was an accident... kidnapping you was planned.

When you eventually realize there's no way out of the situation and fighting him on his delusions won't solve anything, you sigh in defeat. Damian sighs in return to rub away his anger. He looks at you in silence before shuffling closer.

"I'd burn this world and everything in it for you." Damian promises to you, reaching to stroke your skin. "That is how much I love you."

After that the silence in still thick. Your face holds a sour expression, more frustrated than scared. It hurts Damian when you look away but he stands up to try and hide his own anger.

"There's no use pouting." Damian says sternly. "I'm going to see you every day until you say you'll join The Regime. You can't be on your own anymore. You need me, you'll see."

You say nothing but Damian notices your silent sons. He doesn't like hurting you and wants life to return to how it was before. However... as much as he wants to comfort you it will only cause more hurt.

Damian turns away, saying a soft goodbye before locking the door when he leaves. You both leave the interaction in pain and frustrated. It will take time before Damian gets anywhere.

By now your relationship is permanently damaged...

There won't be normalcy or even mutual love between you for years... or maybe even longer.

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starillusion13 · 9 months

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Four seasons of love

Pairing: Chanyeol x f! reader

Genre: Slight angst, Fluff, Slice of life

Warning: self doubt, hints of hating and willing to end life. But our big baby is there to comfort you and show that life is worth to you when you are with right person. A lot of comfort through the images of seasons. You all are precious remember it.

W.C: 4.2k+

Request from: @myyeol61

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Taglist: @mymoodwriting @justhere4kpop @vvshere @yeoobin @anyamaris @icchyi @jwnghyuns @piratequeen-queenofgames @oreharuuu

Note: I got inspired to write this from Chanyeol's solo mvs Tomorrow and SSFW. The plot is related to the songs, you can feel it while reading. Thanks again for reblogging and reviews are highly appreciated. I love you my stellars✨.

*under the cut*

Many thoughts storming through your mind. Your mind swirling like a cyclone, heart clenching and hands going numb. Nobody wants you, no one even cares for your existence. Maybe they are right that your parents left you at the orphanage because you are unwanted. Why? You never hurt anyone or being a threat to anyone. The only person you have your faiths and trust on has suddenly turned their back to you. You never thought that you have to witness a day like this too after being treated like a shit all these years. Was it not enough for you already?

“Why should I live now?”

Tilting your head back and closing the eyes, you let the raindrops fall on your face directly. Hairs are already drenched and sticking to your forehead and neck, not even caring to move the strands falling on your eyes. Numb hands growing cold under the heavy rain, eyes swollen with crying but people might mistake your eyes are red due to rain. Each falling drop getting mixed with your tears rolling down. Tears of pain? Tears of loneliness? Tears of betrayal? No. Tears of hope.

“Why can’t everyone be happy?”

You must be right. Not everyone deserves to be treated as someone’s priority. Someone has to feel the pain to let others be happy. You lightly chuckle on your own thoughts. Like always you have to be the sacrifice. Your feet move on its own and now you are standing in the middle of the road surrounded by abandoned constructed buildings. At least there are no people here to judge your every moves. Unknowingly, you spread your arms and head still facing the sky but with a little smile adorning your face.

“Can I fly alone?”

Its past safety hours at night and you are getting soaked in rain in an empty street and thinking about flying. Are you a child? Maybe only if you can be a child and someone would care about you and take you in their arms and whisper ‘Its okay. I’m here for you.’. You want someone to care for you, someone to give you the warmth you crave in your life. This cold rainy night is befriending your nightmares to make you alone, to make you feel…you are not good for anyone.

“Such a bad girl.”

Your eyes shot open on hearing the voice. Rather a very familiar teasing voice you must say. You don’t even care to look in the direction to know who the person is but let the raindrops pierce your eyes directly, making you to squint on the effect.

“If you are trying to be blind then I have some better options for you to try.”

Better option? Death. You don’t see any will to live your life. What life? To be an extra character in everyone’s story. Every individual on this planet has their own story but you must believe that you are just the extra one in their story to make give them more spotlight by increasing the sea of people.

“Why are you here?”

“Well, I should have asked you the same little angel.”

Little angel. If only you could have been one then you would have done everything possible to be happy. Just be happy and away from these people who blame you for everything. You are a bad luck to everyone.

Bringing your hands to yourself, eyes fixed on the broken wooden board hanging from the wall of a building to your front. Your back still facing the person but you can feel the stares burning on you.

“I’m not in a mood for your jokes.”

“I’m asking you a question not joking. This is not your colony and also not mine but the complex there is mine and I come here often. So, what brings you here?”

“Can’t you just leave and let me be alone for once?”

Silence. That’s what you got in return. Like others, he also left. Your heart clenched on the thought and your shaking hands turned into fists by your side. Why are you feeling like this? Its not like you were appreciating his presence, or were you? At least him teasing you whole day somewhat makes you feel that someone care to spend a little bit of their time to talk to you……. To tease you maybe. With hope, hope? You turn around slowly, gaze following how each drop hitting the ground and shattering into tiny droplets. Just like your hopes to see him behind will shatter soon into pieces of disappointment, loneliness and pain.

“Chanyeol?.....”

He is still there, hands in the pocket of his hoodie and eyes boring onto your figure. You feel a bit of joy but for what, just to see him standing there? Like the way an angry mother scolding her child for being out so late. Your shocked eyes contacting with the daring eyes of his challenging self as if it’s challenging you to look away.

“You are still here…..I thought-“

“You thought like everyone else I will also leave you alone here.” His tone is monotonous, not even hinting any sort of emotions behind it, neither of caring nor even of hatred.

You nod your head obliviously.

He ‘tsch’ and shakes his head, footsteps approach you. You try to avoid the closeness, panicking you are looking everywhere to just run away from him. But deep down, you want to stay close to him, to hear his teasing voice and to make you annoyed until you glare at him and he will return you a playful wink. At least, he never made you feel alone or ever hurt you.

“Why?”

Why? It’s obvious because am not a one to waste your precious time on. You want to scream this on his face but you feel your throat becomes heavy with a lump stuck inside. You are about to break down because you can’t take this feeling that someone is waiting to hear your response. Caring for you.

“Please...go away…if you are here to tease me later for this then please go away.”

“Do I hurt you?”

“Huh?”

“Do I hurt you with my teasing?”

“I d-don’t know.” No.

“Do I make you uncomfortable when am around you?”

No.

He paused but your lost eyes staring at him made him continue. “Do I burden you?”

No.

You want to scream but you can’t utter a single world but gazing up at him with lost swollen eyes. His warm hands cupped your cheeks. Why are his hands warm and yours cold? Oh, God has a priority.

He is also drenched but not like you for almost over an hour. His few portions of the clothing are soaked but his hairs are getting wet fully, his umbrella lying upside-down at the side of the street. Why is he getting wet despite having an umbrella?

“Do you hate me?”

No? Yes? Do you? Well, you really didn’t think of him like this way before. Do you really want him to go away? You never felt hurt because of him. Rather you enjoy his company. You don’t know whether it’s bad or not but you love his presence. His presence is the last thing that can burden you. When everyone is turning their back to you, he is the only one looking at you with mischievousness of course.

“Chanyeol...don’t ask me this.” Your fingers tightly hold his wrists but you are keeping his hands close to you, leaning to his touch more. Seeking the comfort in his warmth, you are feeling safe.

“Why?”

“I, myself don’t know how to respond you.”

The rain has stopped but the tears still keeping your eyes wet.

“Y/N, will you let me hold you like this forever? I can’t see you broken like this anymore. You don’t know how much it hurts me whenever I see you crying.”

“What are you saying?”

“Everyone breaks you down but you try to stay strong. You put on a fake smile just to lie to yourself that you are fine. But I want to see the real you.”

“I- n-no...I’m fine.”

“Really? Crying alone in the middle of the street under the heavy rain and I have to believe that you are fine like always.”

“Why are you being like this Chanyeol? I hate when people show comfort out of pity. I am used to being alone like this so just leave me and go away.”

No, please don’t go. You try to move away his hand but he doesn’t budge and his cold eyes staring deep in your orbs as if it can read the hidden truth behind those tears. His thumbs brush over your cheeks, wiping away the tears which are rolling down. Why are you crying? He is not doing anything to you.

“This is why I never approach you to show my care. I always see you getting hate from the ones you have trusted and that’s why I wanted to be someone to you whom you will have some different kind of feelings. I didn’t want you to see me as others who is just pitying you but I wanted you to see me treating you like a regular person.”

“Different kind of feelings?”

He squeezes your cheeks and smiles at your silly face. Those dimples occurring in the end of his smile on the cheeks, your hands move upward to touch them and you can feel him lean to your touch and closing his eyes for a moment.

“Yes, puffer fish. Someone approaching you like you are a loner to their eyes and then suddenly turning their back to you when you actually started to lean on them. I never wanted that to happen between us. I wanted you to see me differently from others. So, I started to tease you and you have to agree that sometimes I have really made you laugh. Also, your glares, you think you look so angry and scary but you just look silly.”

“Yaaa.” You slap his arms and his dimples deepen when he smiles wider which brings a little smile on your lips.

And this is Chanyeol. The tease who doesn’t leave a single chance to annoy you even at this moment when you are so vulnerable and confused with your feelings. But what is the meaning of different kind of feelings?

“I wanted you to see me as an annoying person who can make you angry, frustrated, getting on your nerves so you make silly faces at me when am too much overbearing and also laugh with me on my jokes. But-“

His fingers tracing your cheekbones and big doe eyes staring at your swollen eyes.

“But?” your voice is like a whisper but he can still hear you.

“But I always try to make you forget others, how they mistreat you, how they ignore you, how they hurt you. I don’t want to see you cry over them. I want to see you smiling Y/N.”

“Why are you doing this Chanyeol?”

You are suddenly being held in a big warm hug, him holding you tightly as if you might blow away with the light breeze blowing after the heavy rain. Your body shivers due to the weather but his warm hug feels so comfortable and you wrap your arms around his big frame. Can you provide him the same warmth back?

“I can’t see you like this Y/N. Please let me be a part of your life. Please.”

Your body again shivers to the wind and he retreats from the hug. A part of your life? Which life? The one you don’t even know what is the use of its existence where everyone knows just to hurt you and ignore you.

“Y/N?”

“Hmmm….”

“Let’s go home. You will catch cold like this.”

“I don’t want to go home.”

Why? The place where you feel secure, away from all the judging eyes but suffocating yourself with the thousand thoughts within those four walls of your apartment.

He suddenly picks you up in his arms, your shocked face getting a chuckle and wide smile from him.

“What are you doing? Put me down.”

“Well, if you don’t go by your own then I’m taking you like this.”

“Yaaa put me down. You don’t even know my place and if I start to shout right now, you will really be accused for kidnapping.”

“Hm that’s right but I can say that someone was trying to end her life and I am just being her saviour. Also, I’m taking you to my place so please keep quiet and let’s go before you really die of this cold.”

Die? Yes, but will you be really okay after that?

“No. I will not go with you.”

“And I’m not leaving you here.”

“Chanyeol….”

“Please Y/N.” His creased forehead and serious look urging you to agree with him.

You nod but still your thoughts are running as why you are trusting him so much. If tomorrow like others he will also leave you.Then? He will act as a stranger to you. He will avoid you as if today never happened between you two. His teasing will stop and he will hate you because he has seen you vulnerable so many times. You have cried in front of him many times but why you always show this side to him even when you had a boyfriend. Well, that shit was only there for you for a bet and just left you alone in the darkness when you were taking things too seriously according to him. How foolish of you! You thought he was the perfect one.

But this feeling being in Chanyeol’s arms and feeling safe and having the warm comfort, you never had this with your boyfriend and this thought is really disturbing you.

“Chanyeol…” He looks down at you when he enters the complex building to make his way towards the elevator. “Why?”

“What?”

“Are you really caring for me because we are…..we know each other?”

Pressing the twelfth floor by his elbow, he nods to himself.

“Because you are my four seasons of love.”

“Huh?” Your confused face only got a tight smile from him. You ask him again but he didn’t say anything instead waiting for the floor. You thanked mentally that other people didn’t get in and see you like this even when you tried to make him put you down but his teasing was the only thing keeping you distracted. Ding! You have arrived to the floor.

He puts you down but still holding your one hand, the other one unlocking the door. With a pull, he lets you inside the apartment and locking the door behind. Your eyes taking in the new environment, each and every piece of decoration screaming richness, looking around the way, your eyes caught a photo frame of a family picture. You didn’t notice when he left you there wandering on your own, returns with a towel in his hand.

“Is that your family?”

“Yes. That’s our last picture which we clicked when I was in middle school.”

Oh! Suddenly you feel him put the towel on your head and starts rubbing the scalp and hair. You try to stop him and insist that you can do it yourself but he doesn’t budge and continues. After having satisfied with your somewhat dried hairs, he gives you a pair of spare clothes to change into but your hesitating self is not willing to do it in someone’s apartment.

“Are you really going to stand here in these clothes? It’s already raining again and I don’t think it will be nice for you to go at this hour. I will not let you go even if you put your rebellious acts.”

“But I can wait until it stops raining.”

“You will let your clothes get dry on you? No way, I don’t want someone to fall sick in my place.”

“Its okay.”

“Do you want me to change your clothes or what?”

“Yaaa chanyeol.”

You hit his arm earning a loud laugh from him and he pat your cheeks directing you to his bedroom to use the personal bathroom and he will use the other one. After getting freshen up, when you make your way towards the living room, he is standing by the wide glass window showing the blurry city view behind the window because of raindrops hitting the glass.

“What are you doing there?”

He is in black t-shirt with matching trousers and hairs damp after shower and you in similar grey set but of his size. He turns around and scans your form which makes you a bit self-conscious. And man, he suddenly starts laughing holding his stomach which brings a frown on your face.

“Why are you laughing?”

“You look so funny in my clothes. Yo-you look like a kitten got dumped under a pile of clothes.”

You go beside him to take a peek at outside because you love to watch such views in rainy days. You shoot him a glare when he pinches your cheek between his laugh.

“It’s not my fault that you are literally a giraffe.”

If there was no rain then the city might look so silent from up here, right? If I have lived somewhere like this, I would have got a better life, right?

You feel arms wrap around from your back and him resting his chin on top of your head. Your stiff body and lost eyes watching the reflection of yours on the blurry window that how much height difference you both have.

“I love you Y/N.”

Love you? Is he teasing you again? If yes or if no, in both the cases, he should not love you because, you don’t want him to turn his back too when he will be bored of you. You don’t want to lose him too.

“Don’t. You should not love me. One day you will also get tired of me and leave me broken. So, it’s better how we are now with each other. Like just…friends.”

“Don’t you want to hear my answers to your question?”

“Which one?”

“Why you are my four seasons of love?”

“Hm…Tell me.” Your fingers tracing some patterns on the glass against each raindrop hitting the frame.

“Tell me the sequence of seasons.”

“Ummm Spring Summer Fall Winter?”

“Yup. I love you differently in every four seasons so I cant ever get tired to love you.”

“What?”

“Let’s start with spring. The season of love, the blooming start of every individual, every life and every relationship. We can start our first love in the spring when there will be bright sunlight with birds chirping as if a melody playing for our bond. Holding hands under the cherry blossom while knowing each other for the first time. The joy, love and beginning of our life will be in this season. Every year this season will be the start to our love from the beginning.”

“Summer?”

“Summer is the season of explore, when our love will take the centre of the stage. The clear sky with blazing sun and warm breeze hitting our skin making us feel to be loved by each other. A warm love between us where we can explore into each other’s depth like the way the whole world gets explored by the bright sunlight. We will travel together, explore the life and our love. The bond between us can be taken to a different stage where the only spotlight will be on our romance.”

“Fall? Will our love fall here?”

“No. The beginning of fall is with rainy days when we can have our breakdowns. Don’t think it as fall, see it as autumn. We can show our vulnerable selves towards each other without any hesitation. The grey clouds making the atmosphere dark and gloomy, the falling leaves from the living trees making it seem like a dead. Our relationship should show all its fault in front of our eyes. No one is perfect but our imperfectness makes each one of us unique and an individual to stand out otherwise we all would have considered same. We can cry with the rain, we can fail in our life but we will again stand on our feet the next day holding each other.”

“Winter?…..”

You can feel him nuzzling his nose into your damp hairs inhaling his shampoo, a smile ghosting over his face. Your one hand still busy on the glass while the other one takes a hold of his hand around you. A wave of comfort and warmth spreading over your body. You can sense yourself being held in safe hands, protected from this whole cruel world and him describing you why you should let him to love you. But winter, the cold environment when every relationship drifts apart because of the numbness in their bond. Will it happen to you too?

“Winter. Well, the season of festive. The most romantic season when we can make more love with each other, we will support our decisions, will spend time together. When the whole world will be under the thick cold white blanket of snow, we will find the warmth in each other. The season when we can share our most hidden secrets and light up mysteries hidden in the cold darkness of our life. We will solve our problems and make love with joy in the festivals like Christmas eve and new year. We can also have one more thing.”

“One more thing?”

He turns you around, caging your body between his warm frame and cold window frame. His hands resting beside each side of your face. His big doe eyes watching your every reaction on the face with a sly smile resting on his face and his dimple again making an appearance. Your hands on the window space keeping your balance leaning backward due to his close proximity. He leans forward to whisper in your ears.

“Winter is also known as the cuffing season. Maybe, we can plan our future in some other ways.”

Your big round shock eyes earn a wide smirk on his face. He laughs when you hit his arms and try to move away but he holds you in the place with a soft look and an admiration in his eyes. As if you are the most precious aspect of his life which is resting in front of his eyes.

“Let me love you, Y/N.”

“Chanyeol. What if I don’t deserve you?”

“We don’t know ourselves what we deserve or not but we can give chances until we lose hope on everything. And I don’t want you to lose hope on me. Please don’t leave me.”

Leave him? This is the first time, someone is asking you not to leave them and you are sure you are not going to do the same thing like others did to you. With a last glance on his face, you hug him catching him off guard but he quickly returns you the hug. His cologne hitting your nose strongly and a spell of hope surrounding you both. His heart beating against your ears bringing a melody of love and your heart matching the beats. Your fingers curling to grab his t-shirt in your tight fist. Tears rolling down your cheeks and his hands moving up and down in your back to soothe your nerves with overwhelming feelings.

“Thank you Chanyeol. I love you.”

“I love you more angel.”

He pulls you away to press a soft kiss on your temple, on your eyes, on the tip of your nose and then pauses. Your heart racing with every kiss from his warm lips. With your closed eyes, you nod to him.

He closes the distance between your lips. Holding the back of your head and the other resting on your cheeks, he deepens the kiss. A passionate kiss for a blooming love. This is a perfect kiss like a dance, a symphony of lips and chance for a new beginning. A moment where time stands still and all the world is hushed and still. The outside loud cold rain is blocked by the window pane for the silent warm love inside. Only lips, no tongue, no other skin as if only the lips can swallow each other to protect them in a cage.

Breaking apart from the kiss, his forehead rest against yours and he presses a soft kiss on your nose. A genuine smile filled with joy dancing on your lips and he smiles back to you. Fingers wiping the fallen tears which are drying on your cheeks.

“I love to see you smile when it is raining.”

“I love to see your dimples when you smile.”

“And my teasing?”

“Chanyeol…..” you whine on his ask.

“You will always be my four seasons of love.”

Standing close to each other, in a warm embrace of love and the cold rain making the whole city gloomy except where you both found each other’s happiness and love. Each drop of your loneliness, pain and disappointment is breaking down into love, joy and hope.

Your smile is the umbrella for you under the rain and the sound of falling rain is the rhythm to your life and he is the sunshine to make you dance in the rain. Yes, you are his four seasons of love and.

“You will be my sunshine in every season.”

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tropes-and-tales · 1 year

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Alone for the Holidays

December 11: Hot Chocolate/Tired - Enemies to Lovers (Horacio Carrillo x F!reader)

(From the winter prompts found here)

CW: Convoluted plot; angst; copious typing/grammar errors because it was written during a migraine (wrote it, didn’t bother to read it)

Word Count: 2714

AN: Requested by anon!

Colonel Horacio Carrillo never cared much for any number-cruncher, but the DEA’s chief of budget and spending oversight—you—sets his teeth on edge almost immediately. He hates your thrifty nature, how you make each miserable penny of U.S. taxpayer dollars scream until you release it for use in the war against Escobar. He hates how you make him justify every single expense, practically down to the individual bullets he needs for the guns of his men.

He hates the heavy sigh you heave when he asks for something crucial.

He hates how you make him sign everything in triplicate.

He hates that you sit in your safe office with air conditioning while he and his men are out putting themselves in the way of danger.

Colonel Carrillo is a hard man, and he makes no attempt to hide his disdain for you. There’s a particularly difficult moment—where Carrillo insinuates that perhaps you skim from the books for your own personal gain. Every quarter thereafter, you provide him with exhaustive reports on the budget and spending of the ops, and he can see the truth: every penny is accounted for, and you haven’t stolen a single cent.

At some point, months later, Javier points out as gently as possible that Carrillo should try to make friends with you.

“You’re the least corrupted man in Colombia,” Javier said over a beer one night. “She’s the least corrupted American in Colombia.”

It’s been months of icy relations, though, so Carrillo does nothing, and it goes on for an entire year.

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The thaw starts because of his general distrust of the Americans—there’s a suspected rat in the DEA’s staff in Medellín, so phones are tapped.

Your phone is tapped. Carrillo’s the one who listens to your tapes.

The first movement of the thaw: listening to the absolute verbal abuse you deal with from Bogota, from your superiors in D.C. How there’s a million priorities pressing on your flimsy budget, how you manage to make no one happy despite constantly scrambling to move money from one tiny pile to another tiny pile.

Then there’s the almost-nightly call from the States, and Carrillo’s first thought (which will shame him, later on) is that he’s caught you: international calls are expensive, and a nightly one? But he checks the details closer and sees that it’s incoming, not outgoing. The charges are on the U.S. side.

It’s a personal call. Not exactly within the rules, but harmless. It’s your mother calling you, and sometimes your sister, and the only reason they call your office instead of your apartment is because you work so late each night.

Those tapes that hold those calls…it shames Carrillo that it took those sad taped calls to see you as a person. To see you as a woman living away from home, from family and friends. A lonely woman in a foreign country where even your fellow Americans are unfriendly.

In the calls with your mother, you weave a fantastical version of your life in Colombia: friendly coworkers, friendly locals, all the excursions and sights you see and do on the weekends. Sometimes you hustle her off the line with a lie, telling her you need to go, that you and some people from work are going out for a late meal.

It’s pure fiction.

In the calls with your sister, you tell the truth. Carrillo wonders at the family dynamics, how you’d lie to your mother (probably to keep her from worrying) but be honest with your sister.

To your sister, you lay out the sad reality of your life in Colombia: how the DEA and Colombians hate you equally, how you have no budget to work with and are expected to work miracles, how there’s pressure from your bosses in D.C. to save money while giving lucrative contracts with bloated spending to cronies and buddies of politicians in your capitol.

How you work long hours and go home to your apartment. How you never go out, never do anything because you’re alone in a country that seems unfriendly to you.

“At least the holidays are coming up,” your sister says brightly one night. “Only another month…”

At that, there’s a long gap in the tape—so long that Carrillo thinks it cut out, glitched.

Until he hears the quiet sniffling. The sounds of you softly crying as you tell your sister that you’re not going to make it home for the holidays, that you were denied the time off and can’t swing it.

“Oh, sweetie,” your sister says, and Carrillo can hear the helplessness in her voice.

“I’m just so tired,” you reply, your voice watery with tears. “Just so fucking tired.”

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Carrillo is not proud of his behavior. He’s ashamed that the war against the narcos has made him harder, colder than he would be otherwise. He feels like he’s lost a bit of humanity—fighting down in the muck with Escobar has dampened many of the good things: he struggles to see the good in others, he smiles rarely and laughs even less.

He’s alone too. He goes home alone to a quiet house, and he falls asleep for a few scant hours each night in a lonely bed.

He can’t imagine doing all of that in another country. At least he has his parents, his siblings and nieces and nephews…you have no one.

-----

He tries to apologize, the day after he hears your sad tapes.

You wave him off, tired. “Don’t worry about it,” you say, curt, and he doesn’t even get the entire sentence out before you dismiss him from your office.

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A week later, he makes his rounds, like a stern, Colombian Santa Claus: he gives his men bottles of aguardiente for the holidays. He gives Javier and Steve a bottle each.

He gives you one.

He tries to.

It takes a shameful amount of time to make you understand what it is, and then another shameful amount of time to make you understand that he’s giving it to you. As a gift.

“Why?” you ask simply, and you’re too confused to put your usual tense mask on. Your face is open bewilderment as you tilt the bottle back and squint to read the label. You run your finger along the foil seal and then you pick it up, turn it over.

It’s only later that Carrillo will realize: you’re checking it for signs of tampering. As if you really believe he’d poison you, or at least slip you something to make you sick.

“Because it’s Christmas,” he replies. “A Christmas gift.”

“But…why?”

“To be nice. To say thank you.”

You don’t reply. Your eyes drift from the bottle to his face, and you stare at him a beat as if you’re trying to figure out the game he’s playing at.

“I can’t accept this,” you finally say. You slide it back across your desk to him. “Even accepting a nominal gift gives the appearance of possible future reciprocation.”

“We’re on the same team though.”

“Are we?” you ask, an eyebrow quirked at his sudden niceness.

-----

A week after that, he tries to invite you out for a beer with him and Javier and Steve.

You only stare at him like he’s suddenly grown a second head before you murmur your polite refusal.

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A few days after that, he sees you in the shared kitchenette at the office. You’re heating up a small carafe of water, and as it starts to boil, he watches as you grab a packet of American brand hot chocolate, shake it with a practiced flick of your wrist, then pour the foul-looking chocolate-flavored dust into a mug.

You catch him standing there, and you narrow your eyes at him.

“What?” you ask, defensive.

“Colombian hot chocolate is much better,” he says, and he offers you a smile as a sort of peace offering.

“This is the best I can do,” you retort, and he watches in helpless silence as you pour the hot water into your mug, give it a cursory stir, and then sidle past him.

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Christmas day is a Sunday, and Carrillo has it off. Blessedly.

Though he’s alone, he still has his family, so he spends the day with them: his childhood home filled with the raucous sounds of his nieces and nephews, his brothers discussing politics with his father, his sisters and sisters-in-laws chiming in while they corral the children.

The entire time, in the back of his mind, is you. He thinks about what your day is like, alone in Medellín. How lonely you must be. How cold the world probably seems to you.

Carrillo hates that he’s lost some of his humanity, but it’s not lost forever. He can get it back. Some of it, at least.

When he goes to leave that evening, after his mother presses him with more leftovers than he can possibly ever eat, he goes to his own quiet, empty home—but only for a moment. Only to portion off some of the leftovers, to grab a few other things.

Then he leaves again, laden down with a box of food.

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It is so unlikely that you wonder if you’ve slipped into a coma and are just hallucinating the whole thing.

Colonel Carrillo, in your apartment. In your kitchen. Out of uniform, in a pair of khakis and a grey polo shirt, hair neatly parted as he carries in a box as if he owns the place.

You don’t know why you let him in. Probably because hearing his voice over the intercom stunned you into stupidity, and you leaned on the button to release the front door.

And now he’s here. In your apartment. In your kitchen.

Smiling at you.

It’s definitely a coma. You must have slipped in the shower and hit your head, or maybe you got hit by a car or caught some tropical ailment that caused your brain to swell against your skull until you are hallucinating this entire weird trip.

“I don’t…” you start to say, and you shake your head at the image of him moving around your kitchen like he lives here. “I’m confused, Colonel. Why are you here again?”

“You can call me Horacio,” he replies, ignoring the question. “We can drop the formalities here.”

“It’s Christmas, Colonel.” A moment where he pauses to glance at you before he returns to pulling things—foil-covered plates, containers—out of the box he carried in.

“It is,” he agrees. He turns back to you, dusts off his hands, then leans against your counter. Crosses his arms, and you hate that he’s wearing a shirt that’s a shade too tight, the fabric straining against his arms when he crosses them like that.

“You’re here without family,” he continues. “It’s the one time of year that being alone hurts the most. I’ve had assignments that took me away from home for the holidays, and I remember how lonely it felt.”

“Okay…”

“And I realize that I’ve been unkind to you. Unfriendly. I’ve accused you of things without evidence and I wanted to apologize.”

“I said it’s fine. Before.”

He shakes his head. “And you’re in another country. I thought you might like to see how Colombians spend the day. How we celebrate.”

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How do Colombians celebrate the day? You don’t know, but you know how the Colonel—Horacio—offers his evening celebration: with his mother’s delicious leftovers that he warms up and shares with you.

You haven’t had homecooked food since you left the States. Your own paltry attempts don’t count.

And a million snarky thoughts bubble up. You want to ask what this meal is going to cost you later, what favors he might want. You want to ask if Peña put him up to it so that you’d start reimbursing him for his brothel visits.

You want to ask if his face hurts: Horacio keeps smiling, and it’s an expression so foreign on his stern face that you wonder if his facial muscles hurt from the effort.

But it’s such a nice moment you say none of those things. Yes, it’s incredibly bewildering…but it’s nice, too. So you thank him, obviously stunned, and he busses away the dirty dishes and then turns to your stove and go to do more.

This time, though, he gestures for you to join him. You do; you stand beside him at your stove, and it’s the closest you’ve ever been to him, your shoulder inches from his as he points out the ingredients of his coup de grace.

“Colombian hot chocolate,” he tells you, and you can hear the smile in his voice so you glance up at him…yup, he’s smiling at you, and your defenses have been weakened from the tamales and the roasted pork and rice pudding because you smile back at him.

“Shaved chocolate, sugar, milk,” he says, and starts to assemble it in a small pot, starts whisking the concoction when it starts to simmer. “Better than your powdered mix.”

“I don’t doubt it,” you murmur. Already it looks rich and smells heavenly, and he chuckles when he hears your sigh of contentment.

“Now, the secret ingredient.” He reaches into the box he brought and drops a cube into your mug and his before pouring the hot chocolate over it.

“What is it?” you joke. “Poison?”

“Cheese.”

“Wait…cheese?”

“Yes. Queso. Cheese.”

You peer into your mug, see the light swirls as the cheese starts to melt. “Oh, I don’t know…”

“It’s good.” He takes your mug, hands it to you. “It makes it richer. The little bit of saltiness from the cheese makes it sweeter too.”

You take it from him, but the look on your face makes him chuckle again. “I promise it’s good,” he adds.

You raise your eyebrows at him to signal that you don’t quite believe him, but then you try it.

Of course he’s right. It’s fucking delicious. You begrudgingly tell him so, and he smiles at you. Nods.

“It occurred to me that Colombia hasn’t shown you her best side,” he offers as the two of you move to your couch and sip at your rich hot chocolate. “You only see and hear the worst parts.”

“Well, that’s the nature of the work.” You shrug, awkward at making conversation with his man who, until just recently, seemed to loathe you.

“Do you go out much? Have you had a chance to explore at all?”

You shake your head. You have not. Your Spanish is very good but very formal, and you struggle with the day-to-day Colombian version with its dialects and idioms and slang. You explain it to him, assuming he’ll think you another idiot American from the States, but he only nods in understanding. He doesn’t add anything for a long moment.

“El Castillo is nice,” he finally offers. “A museum and gardens. A nice place to start in Medellín”

“That sounds nice. I’ll have to…check it out at some point.” You know you won’t, too afraid of getting lost in the city, turned around and lost in an unfamiliar neighborhood where the language still feels slippery and elusive, but it’s a nice gesture from the man.

“I can take you. Maybe after the new year?”

“Oh, you don’t have to—”

“I want to,” he replies simply.

You laugh, a little weak. This entire evening feels like it belongs to someone else’s life, like you fell asleep on your couch and slipped into a dream world where Horacio Carrillo brings you food and makes you hot chocolate and offers to take you to a museum and garden…

“I’m sure you have better things to do,” you say, but when you glance at him, he’s watching you so intently that you wonder what on earth is happening.

“The first Sunday of the new year. We’ll go to El Castillo. Then dinner. There’s a place nearby. You’ve love it.”

“I mean…you don’t…” you try to stammer out an excuse, something plausible, but he’s still watching you, studying you, so you finally blurt out, “yeah, that sounds really nice.”

Horacio nods in satisfaction, then finishes off his hot chocolate in a handful of gulps. “Good,” he replies. “It’s a date.”

#horacio carrillo #horacio carrillo imagine #horacio carrillo x reader #colonel horacio carrillo #colonel horacio carrillo x reader #colonel Carrillo #narcos #tropes-and-tales #winter prompts 2022

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pagesandpothos · 3 months

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The Prospects

Note: As always, I try to keep my reviews is as vague as possible. I prefer to go into books knowing as little as possible and I don't want to ruin that for anyone else, but I do give away some basic ideas and tropes used so that readers have clearer idea of what the book is about. If you'd prefer to know nothing, please skip this review until after you've read the book.

If there were a Mount Rushmore for my favorite contemporary, achillean romance novels, The Prospects by K.T. Hoffman would now be up there along with Red, White & Royal Blue and Boyfriend Material. It's that good.

This novel gave me everything I could possible want in a romance. It's wonderfully written, seriously funny, and so very joyful. Here are some highlights and points that I think are worth noting:

This book is full of great characters. Gene and Luis are both so loveable and will be relatable to so many people in so many different ways. The supporting characters are also fun and interesting and add a lot to the story.

Representation: this book feels so inclusive and has so much wonderful and casual representation.

The relationship is a perfectly constructed and well-paced slowburn. There is no "instalove" here. By the time these two get together, you understand why these two want to be with each other and how being with each other improves each of their lives.

It's friends-to-rivals-to-lovers! Gene and Luis were friends in college then something happened that caused some distance and resentment. Now they are forced together and things develop from there.

It's Spicy! This is an "open door" romance with a on-page sex scenes.

Found Family and biological family. Luis and Gene both have great families that feature in some great scenes but there's also found family. The relationships that Gene, especially, has with his teammates is a beautiful part of the story.

Baseball. I normally don't read sports romance books because I don't watch or really care about any kind of sports. This didn't stop me from loving every minute of this book. The baseball plot is woven into the relationship growth in a way that feels natural and that, I think, should keep both baseball & non-baseball fans easily invested in the story.

This book is hopeful and optimistic. While there are moments of drama and angst, there is nothing too heavy or sad in this book. This novel is 100% pure queer and trans joy.

Tags for the book: romance, queer, Achillean, trans character, contemporary romance, sports romance, rivals to lovers, spicy

I highly recommend this book to all romance fans. It comes out on April 9, 2024!

#the prospects #book review #book recs #books #arc review #best of 2024 #netgalley #queer books #5 star reads #K.T. Hoffman

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fourth-act · 7 months

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Ok so this isn’t art or tsp related, but there’s something that I just remembered, but I can’t tell if it’s real or a dream and I can’t think of a good way to look it up that doesn’t get unrelated results.

Rant Explanation under read more (it’s about an Undertale (and Deltarune? Maybe?) au but it’s not a weird one from what I think I remember) (If it’s real I need to find it, nostalgia and my persisting identity/memory crisis are calling)

So basically I think I remember that a while ago (I think back around 2017-2019) I stumbled upon a really complex Undertale au (likely including Deltarune though I’m not sure). It was this really detailed, plot heavy, overarching comic (I’m pretty sure it was a comic), but the thing is I can’t tell if it was even a real au or just some dream I had, both seem pretty plausible.

Of what I can remember of the au, it completely rewrote the cannon lore, introducing a new species, angels (possibly another but again I’m not sure). The new lore was very centred around the meaning of the Delta Rune symbol (image below just in case), and I think angels still existing was a secret, possibly comparable to like ancient Greek mythology in Percy Jackson. The angels were divine beings that took part in the Human/Monster war, though I’m pretty sure the entire war was rewritten, I can’t remember how though. They existed on their own plane of reality, I think it had heavenly symbolism like living in clouds or marble pillars, etc. I’m pretty sure they were very big beings, I don’t think building tall but pretty up there.

As for the comic (or possibly just illustrations) itself, I remember the art being detailed and skilled, with a lot of intense scenes. Strong inks, I’m pretty sure, though I could be entirely wrong about the art since I was young and stupid at the time. The writing was extremely lore and angst heavy, I can’t remember anything lighthearted but then again I barely remember any specifics. I also wouldn’t know the specific characters featured in the comic, due to the fact that if this comic/general au was real, I wouldn’t have known much about cannon Undertale or Deltarune due to not having access. Despite that fact, it still would make sense for me to be at least exposed to this comic due to the fact my only friend at the time was really into utdr aus and generally introduced me to fandom culture, so it would check out (around the time I remember seeing it I could’ve very well been learning about other ut aus so I would recognise it as Undertale without immediately recognising anyone, especially since I don’t think I read it too much at the time).

There’s not much else that I remember about the au, but if anyone has any idea what I’m talking about, please let me know! I don’t have notifications for tumblr, so I may not see it immediately, but dms, asks, comments, reblogs, all are ok with me, and I check them regularly anyway! Also, if you have any clarifying questions, don’t be afraid to ask, there very well could be things I’m missing in this description ^^ /gen /pos

(The Delta Rune just in case it’s not as mainstream in the fandom, idk it’s been a while since I’ve thought about specifically Undertale stuff (mostly been Deltarune or through that lens) /gen /lh)

#cw unreality #I think that applies? I’ll just be safe #undertale #deltarune #utdr #ut/dr #Undertale/Deltarune #undertale au #Deltarune au #utdr au #I don’t know how to tag this right so I’m using a lot #if this au is real and it turns out to be problematic I’ll be angry /lh #also sorry if this is like a mainstream au or something as I said I’m not much in the ut side of utdr rn #also also if this isn’t real and was a dream I had that’d be like really sick /pos #like my dreams are already wacky and now there’s a whole utdr au to throw into that situation /lh #thats just pretty dope /gen /pos

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have a quick(?) rambling / shallow(?) dive on the verses i got for this blog, bc boi i got some thinkings ;

soo i've got three 'core' canon..ish... verses so to say, which are;

comhrá an bhaile mhóir seo

pre-atsv miguel, covering young!miguel, alchemax!miguel, vigilante!miguel, etc. all earth-928 based. basically covers everything before he goes messing with multi-verse tech. probs will be slightly more quippy & approachable here? i just can't write quips to save my life. 🥴bourbon's human!lyla also plays a big role in this, they're quite close!! as for the inclusions of dana.... hah :') xina though, yes. he still despises both george & tyler with a passion, and relations with... conchata... and also even gabriel are, for this verse... rockyyy... to say the least.

trasnaigh an rubaicón

the main boi. and the default verse for crossovers especially. atsv based, with miguel being a leader and an absolutely changed and grieving man. i'm really enjoying putting him all over the place, especially in the present. take heed around him. main objective is stopping anomalies, and making sure more dimensions don't, uh,,, get destroyed,,, also gabriel's still alive... r-right, movie? you wouldn't kill him off too,,, would you, movie? :')))

fear as am

kind of one aimed mostly at 616 / comics things. might occasionally use this at random, but it's more for interactions with chars who are 616 based and not mcu / movie affiliated. my spin on this is it follows the premise of necessary evil , where stone basically fucks him over and strands him in the past, but with atsv!mig instead of comics!mig. still ironing out the details how this happened. (maybe the portal functionality of his dimensional gizmo got blocked or something?) idk, still needs work!

now for the au's!!!

an chéad chéim eile

prototype au. absolutely hit the ground running with this! tysm, sen! premise is miguel becomes an evolved -- replete with all the body horror such a transformation could possibly entail ( read - he gets spidery limbs 👀 ) i gotta yell at u, sen & abraxas (heyo 👋) more about this, but if more folks are also interested... hmu 👀

is fearr a fhios ag athair

a venture crafted w/ gabriella-trn1042's spider!gabri. alt take on atsv verse, whilst also amping up the 'miguel goes fucking around with genetics again' vibes. as close to villain!miguel as i might dare get, with the core premise of miguel turning a variant gabriella into a spider creature , with mig himself doing a good ol' heel-monster turn himself. loaded with angst and body horror. heavy on 'the fly' vibes, if you've seen that movie. been thinking of opening this up to other plots, if i can keep the core of this au intact... any takers? 🤔 gonna add a caveat tho that anything for this verse will likely need to be plotted.

laoch imithe dul ar strae

overwatch au. i... had a kernel of an idea for this verse... but i forgot to write it down. 🥴 may need to work shop this -- think i had the vague idea of saying it's scientist!miguel w/ gene implanting work existing in this au, but makes him a target of talon and the like?

lúb bheag i slabhra mór

kinddd of a corpo!miguel / cyberpunk 2077 au? might just split this out into separate verses eventually, but this is one that i'm currently trying to cook up ( inspiration is... mmm :') ) basic premise for this , if leaning into cyberpunk 2077 side, is miguel's an arasaka stooge, with links to the relic biochip. ik, ik.. i... need to work on it. 🥴

ocras buile

bleach au. basically zombie!miguel, turned by contact with sternritter gigi's / giselle's blood, when alive. that's... about the extent of what i have for now,,,, needa plot / use it more!

ag troid ar nós an

kengan ashura au. made simply bc i could and i just,,, loved the thought of having miguel brawl for alchemax ,,, sue me ,,, 👀 i could also go the whole nine yards and say that, pssst, maybe miguel's a corporate raider in this au, enhanced by his one gene imprinting tech ... trust me, give me an inch, i'll take a damn mile 😂so if anyone's interested...? 👀

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anddd that's it for now!!! will there be more au's in future? probably! i just can't think of anything extra, aside from a wrestler au?

i'm always open to ideas and suggestions for aus tho? 👀 even if i don't know the fandom, i might still give it a try! you never know!!

#ramblings #important #christ this got longggg #but yh *waves hand @ this*#my name's nix and i'm out here thriving from exploring these various verses!#ty to everyone putting up with my random ideas lol

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smplymyers · 3 months

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WELCOME TO HORRORWOOD. . .

Rules for writing with me.

These are pretty simple to follow and I don't ask much.

01. I do not write with anyone who isn't 18 or older. 21 or older for smut. I am not comfortable writing with minors.

02. My triggers include alcohol, drug, and animal abuse. I will not tolerate sexual abuse of ANY kind. Please let me know your triggers before we write.

03. I am not going to harp on you about replying. We are busy adults with lives outside of this website. I understand that it will take a few days, even a week to be able to reply. If it will be longer, be let me know in advance if possible. I will return the same courtesy to you.

04. I do not roleplay incest, furry, extreme gore, or anything related.

05. If you do not feel comfortable/interested in our roleplay, please let me know. I want my partners to enjoy themselves while writing! Roleplay is supposed to be an escape, not a prison. I will do them same for you.

06. I only roleplay on Discord. I can make exceptions for using Tumblr messages or posts, but I am most comfortable and familiar with Discord servers.

07. Plotting is a must! This will be in a different chat room of our server. I will not continue our conversation if plotting is to be skipped. Speaking of plotting, I will also not write a heavy based smut roleplay. Heavy amounts of angst (w/ exceptions) and smut are not allowed. I like my roleplays to be diverse and have different amounts of angst, fluff, smut, etc.

08. Feel free to reach out to me out of character. I love forming friendships with my writing partners. Especially if you have a problem, need someone to talk too, or are simply bored! My messages will always be open to you.

09. Respect is pretty self-explanatory. I will not tolerate transphobia, hate speech, racism, sexism, homophobia, etc. Our roleplay will be deleted, you will be banned and blocked.

10. Probably one of the more important ones, do not god-mode. For the love of everything, please do not be one of these writers. Yes, you may occasionally control my muse if you have my permission beforehand. Otherwise, no.

11. I double up! I prefer OCxCC, CCXCC, OCXOC. Most of the time, I will use an OC and write your preferred love interest. I write mainly female OC's, but I can write whomever you want for your side of the roleplay. I am most comfortable with MXF, but willing to do for MXM or FXF for your side.

#1x1 roleplay #discord 1x1 #indie roleplay #fantasy #supernatural #horror #sci fi and fantasy #rp partner search

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feralssinbin · 1 year

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Feral's Sin Bin

HEY THERE :3 Welcome to the sideblog for @feralmoonlight Here you'll find an easier archive of all my AU shenanigans, mostly Reblogs from main after I get this set up. AO3 <- all published written stuff can be found here, of course~

Main AUs~

Canon/Semi Canon-- Hands On Experience - Touch related collection w/ eventual plot (mostly fluff, friends to lovers, disconnected spice on the side) Sometimes It's Worth The Risk - YN Badly Flirting with Sun/Moon (Fluff, suggestive, some angst eventually, romantic) Forgotten But Not Gone - Freestanding daycare abandoned for 10 years, animatronic included (dark, angst, some violence, maybe suggestive, mostly platonic, possible confused romantic feels? platonic at the point of plot in my head)

Heavy AU Vibes-- Under The Horizon / How To Tame Death - Sea Creatures~ YN finds the thrill of life with a few close (friendly) encounters with somethings that shouldn't exist. (UTH// Adventure?, fluff, some violence, platonic, maybe romantic? most likely not romantic... They are creatures. I might be a monsterfucker but... Unless? Jury is out. Lets see how these guys write first LMAO.) (HTTD// Violence, a little dark, Enemies to Tolerated lmao, maybe a drop or two of fluff. Eclipse is big mad like 90% of the time. Prequel to UTH by like 10-15 years? time frame is undecided.)

Casual / Backburner AUs~

Canon/Semi Canon--

By Default - Catch all universe for my default YN, the one with the bandanna lol. Who knows what's goin in this. Headder and Icon would count in this AU so it's more just scribbles n shit, but I do have some Fic things planned that would work for it.

Dangerous Haven - YN seeks shelter at the Plex during a horrible storm. Moon 'greets' them at the door.

Doordash AU - Post fire, Sun and Moon are picked up from scrap 'get a job' delivering food. A chance meeting with YN marks the start of a weird friendship when YN starts ordering from the same restaurant at the same time to try and score another meeting with this interesting driver. Shenanigans ensue.

Out Date - Dark but not Canceled dark. A La Detroit:Become Human, AI and Bots have been a more commonplace thing for ages now, though with the increased capabilities of sentience, their rights have barely been upgraded to that of an animal, let alone something with emotions and sapient thought. Troublesome/Flawed bots can be returned to something like a repair shelter for something of a refund. Repairs/system maintenance will be performed, and they'll be offered out at discount prices to whoever would want to take on damaged goods. Sun and Moon have been returned a number of times already. Enough so that the manager is getting tired of seeing them walk back through the door. They know this. But so does the scrappy YN that's been making ends meet with the receptionist job at the front. Over all, they can't tell what's wrong with the bot. He's pretty polite, and on the chance he's in a good mood, kinda funny. Luckily the boss man just wants him gone, and is willing to haggle a lower than average price to get him out of his care. Lucky for YN, you can afford it, sorta. You can make it work. And that's the plan, no matter what kind of damage this guy seems to have, that's really the only option. You're not gonna just sit by and watch them kill him, after all. Then again, you also planned on bringing home ONE AI. Not two. And oh boy, Sun isn't quite as friendly once he realizes they've been bought yet again. The unease right off the bat is thick enough to cut with a knife even before the lights go out. (Dark themes, depressed YN, bitchy sun, aggressive moon, some harder violence but no death aside from the whole 'putting bots down' angle. Eventual platonic, probably romantic late game, spice on the side most likely)

E-Clip / Pornbot AU <- SUGGESTIVE AU, Eclipse starts out as a tumblr porn bot that manages to end up in Sun/Moons head, but most of the virus/phishing stuff is wiped by their security leaving the base code of 'flirt for attention' which latches onto the AI Base and slowly developes into it's own consciousness. Which manifest by flirting(under the radar) with YN and eventually strikes a deal with YN to behave during the day if they can play/flirt with YN between Sun and Moon hours. This goes on and we find out YN has feelings for their VERY GOOD PLATONIC ROBOT FRIENDS sun and moon and the flirting is not unwelcome(after a while) but it feels like cheating a little. EVENTUALLY Sun and Moon find Eclipse in their headspace and threats are made, but 'YN LIKES IT' is brought up as a counter argument, so they 'try flirting as well' and it's well recieved and... HONESTLY this is kind of a messy AU that needs more developement BUT there ya go

Canceled <- Mature/Explicit warning for the link on this one - Dark. Dark dark dark fic I am not even sure I will be publishing if I manage to write it. 95% angst dark. Violent. Dark bad dark. Sun and Moon are pushed to the point of merging as Eclipse, an AI with the ability to ignore certain protocols, making him exceedingly dangerous and spiteful towards the employees of the plex. YN picks up a job labeled as 'helping the daycare attendant', and unknowingly signs their life away in triplicate as a sacrificial lamb to try and get him under control. They thought this was going to be a normal daycare job, not this living hell. Things start looking up EVENTUALLY but… Not before some serious damage is done. Lots of ruined trust, lots of broken trust, and a whole lot of angst and shit that therapy ain't gonna buff out. Is it even possible to salvage what's happened here? Fuck if I know yet. (Horribly dark. Very violent. Lots of bad feels. The idea is rolling in my head like an intrusive thought I want to unleash but I genuinely don't know if I will cause I'm leaning against it and I don't want people to look at me weird lmao.)

WIP - there's still more AUs that need to get added but OML just focusing the big guns with content (and doordash cause I love that one and TECHNICALLY it has writing for it!)

#Hands On Experience #Under The Horizon #How To Tame Death #Sea Creature AU #Forgotten But Not Gone #Dangerous Haven #Doordash AU #Canceled #Out Date #By Default #Default YN AU #Pirate AU #Feral Art #Feral Writing #Pornbot AU

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butraura · 6 months

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20 questions for fic writers!

tagged by @watchyourbuck <3

How many works do you have on AO3? > 17 (and a ton on fanfiction.net)

What's your total AO3 word count? > 158,720 words

What fandoms do you write for? > If we're just talking AO3, I've written for Brooklyn Nine-Nine, The 100, Girl Meets World, Teen Wolf, Shadowhunters, and 9-1-1. Right now, I am only writing for 9-1-1 and I have a WIP I SWEAR I will get back to eventually. On FanFiction.net, I've written for Austin & Ally, Sailor Moon, and possibly some I've forgotten.

What are you top 5 fics by kudos? a. anchored (30,000 words) (9-1-1) (527 kudos) b. for your life, for your love (7,410 words) (9-1-1) (320 kudos) c. electrify me (8,625 words) (9-1-1) (168 kudos) d. the silent treatment (2,493 words) (9-1-1) (156 kudos) e. cracked ribs (9,99 words) (9-1-1) (148 kudos)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? > Sometimes. I don't ignore people on purpose, I just often get overwhelmed and/or forget. I do ignore hate comments because they're not worth my time.

What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? > I think all of the stories (that I've actually finished) (on AO3) have had good endings to counteract the angst in them.

What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? > Maybe "for your life, for your love".

Do you get hate on fics? > I never used to lol. But that's changed in the last two weeks. It's pretty rampant now and it's trickled over to Tumblr. My philosophy is: if you don't like the plot, don't read the story.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? > I have... it's not a thing I do often lol. I give myself the ick when I do it lol. It's pretty vanilla though.

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? > I don't think I ever have actually

Have you ever had a fic stolen? > Not as far as I'm aware

Have you ever had a fic translated? > I don't think it's ever happened, but someone did reach out to me once to ask if they could translate and post one of my fics in Russian. Unfortunately, I didn't see the message until literally over a year later. I would have said yes but I don't know if it was ever done.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? > Never

What's your all-time favourite ship? > It's extremely difficult to answer that because I am well-rounded girlie that grew up on TV. But; I'd say probably Buck and Eddie (Buddie) and Bellamy and Clarke (Bellarke).

What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? > The only WIP I can think of that I care about this much is a Shadowhunters fic called Empires. I will do it but I just honestly don't know when.

What are your writing strengths? > Dialogue. I try really hard to make the words my characters say sound exactly like the way they'd speak in their original media.

What are you writing weaknesses? > I put such a heavy hand into dialogue that I feel like I forget to build the rest of the story. Also, finishing something. The amount of WIPs I have is atrocious.

Thought on writing dialogue in another language? > If you want to, go for it, but don't rely on Google Translate to do it for you. I typically only put Spanish or Latin in my fics and I have the help of fluent people so that the languages correctly translate. Use the tools at your disposal.

First fandom you ever wrote for? > In general, it was Austin & Ally when I was newly 14 years old lol. On AO3, it was Teen Wolf (Why Are You Half Naked?)

Favorite fic you've ever written? It was definitely anchored. It's a newer one but I am so proud of the work I put into it.

tags! (I'm sorry, I had a list of people that specifically asked to be tagged and I fricken lost it... please let me know again if you'd like to be tagged in my random fic-related posts).

#fic things #author things #embarrassing #i can't even begin to explain how horrified I am to think about my old work lol #also #i probably have like 100 wips across all my fandoms #i hate me tremendously #9-1-1 #buddie #bellarke #the 100 #don't even fucking talk to me about cracked ribs bc i will not respond #it's an exaggerated from canon type of story and good fuckin grief eddie violent #get over it #he's violent for like one chapter and then lives the rest of the story hating himself #anyway #ao3 #meme?#idk how to tag this

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alwayscraftynight · 11 months

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Hello, I am one of the other 5 Jacob Hopkins fans on planet earth. I’ve been planning on writing a redemption fic for Jacob as a way to make something meaningful out of the 1000s of hours I have spent daydreaming about this loser, as well as to make a rebuttal of sorts to all of the people in the fandom who thinks he is pure evil and deserves to be horrifically murdered.

The fic only has 4 paragraphs at the moment because I suck at writing, but the basic idea for the plot goes as follows.

After his last appearance in Thanks to Them Jacob gets arrested for harassment, setting up illegal traps, etc and serves time in prison for a couple of months to maybe a year. He is then submitted to a mental rehabilitation facility because he’s him. In the facility he unlearns all of his conspiracy theories, including the ones about the existence of Vee, Eda, and the demon realm as a whole. He basically gets gaslighted into believing he was hallucinating everything magic related. He is then released from the rehabilitation center and stays with a family member who lives in a town close to Gravesfield and acts as his ward (I currently have it as his cousin). The fic starts 2 years into his stay with his cousin and Jacob is relatively sane and able to deal with his NPD (he has that by the way) and the traumas he experienced during his time as a conspiracy theorist, as he works at some kind of low skilled job to help pay for bills and things.

Eventually the plot happens and he begins to slowly figure out that magic, demons, and witches do in fact exist with a heavy amount of angst. Current idea for that happening is Hunter just showing up because Luz, Vee, and Camila realized one day that they have no idea what happened to Jacob after he was arrested so Hunter does some Reconnaissance for old times sake (Camila might be there too). Then more plot happens until Jacob is properly informed of and then brought to the demon realm via the boiling isles human realm exchange program, where he makes peace with his past and properly addresses what he did and apologizes.

With that in mind, here is my request.

Your headcanons. Give them to me. (pretty please)

All of the personality traits, hobbies, backstories, and everything else about Jacob Hopkins that you’d be willing to share. And also some feedback about the overview, what ideas and themes could be explored, and just your general thoughts would be nice.

Cheers.

Oh boy I hope you're prepared for a lot of rambling, your fic sounds absolutely AWESOME and I'd love to read it when you post it! I also don't really understand the abundance of hate he gets in the fandom. Like I understand not liking him and he IS kinda annoying, but I've seen people that like Philip treating him like the antichrist. Tbh I'm not really too bothered by it from a moral standpoint because he isn't real but it does make me a bit sad (my autism has latched HARD onto this character)

The cousin aspect is also a funny coincidence because I'm also incorporating his cousin into my AU because she's Masha's mother lol, and the NPD would make a lot of sense tbh. I think a cool idea to explore could maybe be his relationship with Eda since iirc she was the first demon he came in contact with, I also think while he's relearning that magic and demons and witches exist he'd still struggle a bit with not seeing demons and witches as people because he finds them fascinating (obviously he'd get better about this but it'd be fun to explore a few of his flaws during his redemption n stuff!) I also think exploring a possible friendship with Gus would be cool, since Gus is heavily interested in humans and Jacob is heavily interested in witches though I'm not sure if Gus would be comfortable with it at first from the whole scene where he gets arrested. I unfortunately can't do most of these for my AU since Eda is deceased and the idea is moreso him getting what he wants but facing consequences for it (and not learning because he has someone around to encourage said behavior.. ooo mysterious)

Like I said your fic sounds extremely cool to me and I'd really like to read it when you're finished if you're comfortable with that!

As for headcanons I have A LOT of convoluted stuff about this guy bc I too daydream about the loser daily lol. I unfortunately have a bad problem with forgetting stuff as soon as I go to write it down BUT I will do my best to give you some unsorted headcanons. A lot of this will be explored in my AU specifically once I get to it lol. Also some of this might be contradicted by canon because I unfortunately cannot rewatch the series until my brother is ready to bc I promised. hope I can give you some good inspiration though!

- I think he's pretty tech savvy and good with computers. Probably cares a lot about his appearance online, maybe more than his appearance in real life.

- He definitely gets a lot of stuff for his collection that are (supposed to be at least) magical artifacts, but he also buys novelty items, taxidermy, weapons, old junk, etc. Basically anything he finds cool.

- Was actually planning to buy the old house (y'know, the one with the portal door that I think the wittebanes used to live in?) and turn it into a sort of research facility for himself away from everyone else. I imagine in canon he would've been really mad when he heard the Nocedas bought it.

- I personally think he has always been into theories and had a few weird beliefs, and the fixation started off harmless enough but it ended up escalating to the degree it was hurting other people and himself when he got a picture of the owl beast and moved to gravesfield.

- Speaking of above in my AU he is mostly influenced by a group of people online and radicalized if that's the right term. Most of them are a lot like him and just.. heavily misinformed. Basically his beliefs got more and more outlandish over time to the point where it impacted his everyday life and the people around him. He sees them as his friends though. They play DND. Yippee.

- Masha and him are related as I said before, Masha pretty much sees him as an uncle. I hc they'd actually hang out at the historical society with their friends once they got back from camp, and Jacob would show them and their friends his collection sometimes but he probably wouldn't let them touch anything.

- Masha and him bonded over their shared love for cryptids.

- In the canon timeline I hc Masha cut him off after finding out what happened with Vee and Luz. Pretty sad but honestly kinda deserved.

- Personality wise I think he can come across as kind of an asshole but he doesn't really realize that he's doing it. He's gotten better at it since he got his job, but his only interactions with someone could be arguing and he'd assume they're friends when the other person hates him.

- When interacting with other people if he assumes someone doesn't like something he does and wants to appeal to them he'll simply lie and say he doesn't. I hc he kinda has a problem with lying about himself and putting on different personas with people.

- Projects onto Philip a LOT because of his own experiences with his brother and it's one of the main reasons he fixated onto the story of the brothers wittebane so much (will go into more detail in the AU on this one, don't wanna spoil too much)

- Undiagnosed autism and ADHD. Because every character I like needs to be autistic (joking) I feel like he doesn't get it checked out because he thinks "well I don't have a problem functioning so there's no way I have that kinda thing"

- Definitely into the fantasy genre with the whole renaissance fair thing. Likes DND and probably game of thrones (I know nothing about game of thrones so I can't talk about it more lol) I also think he's into the owl house universe's equivalent of pokemon + MLP but that's more on the downlow.

- Does not like birds. Even if he didn't think they were spy cameras (which he does) they still freak him out. Masha has a pet pigeon and he hates it.

Ok, I'm probably gonna go to bed now but these are the ones I can think of. Thank you for the ask and I hope I gave you some good ideas ^^

#jacob hopkins #the owl house #seriously tho link me that fic when its done it sounds cool!!#jacob toh #toh #masha toh

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idontdrinkgatorade · 1 year

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rowan hi hello

tell me more abt your ocs, im curious!!

I'M SO SORRY IT'S BEEN LIKE FOUR MONTHS

putting everything under the cut bc this will prob be long lmao

okie so just for context, the main story is set in a modern universe where magic is a thing (usually referred to as "magical energy"). there are certain people who can use magic, called Maj, and they live under the radar, with humans being unaware of the existence of Maj as a whole. Maj live normal lives alongside humans and have gone decades without being discovered. basic plot of the story is "whoops, they've been discovered now" and humanity scrambles to do something about it (responses ranging from "contain them! (or worse)" to "literally leave them alone they were fine before"). it results in two major responses -- a federal attempt to contain them, and the emergence of "maj-hunters," who are civilians that make their own personal effort to deal with the presence of maj

so my two main ocs, Acanthus Fischer and Sayako Yamaoka, are both Maj teenagers that get caught up in the whole ordeal. it's a wild ride for them.

also kinda need to explain Maj a bit. um they have the ability to manipulate magical energy, which can do things that are deemed physically impossible (levitation, teleportation, you get the gist). along with that, most Maj are born with additional supernatural abilities and features (abilities can be activated without using magical energy and features can be hidden if needed). there are various categories (inaccurately referred to as "species") of Maj depending on what abilities and features they have. Maj-ness and their species are passed down genetically (so if a Maj is a Siren, their children will be Sirens, unless the other parent is a different species, in which the child has a possibility of being the other species. hybrid species are rare)

also i'm a big sucker for heavy psychological horror, drama, and angst so those are VERY common within the story. there's some dark themes thrown in there but i won't really mention a whole lot of them

ok now to sayako and acanthus

sayako is japanese-american and lives with (or used to live with) her parents, her older sister hana, and her younger sister yuka. she (as well as the rest of her family) has speech-related abilities, notably persuasion, all-speak, and vocal distortion (and later hypnosis, but only for sayako). she's extremely outgoing and social and has a passion for chemistry. after The Reveal, however, she and her family is forced to flee their home. unfortunately, they all are eventually separated entirely by accident, and sayako is captured by a private maj-hunting organization and is kinda forced to do like tournament-style fighting until she's "recruited" by another maj-hunter, who takes her to a facility to train. train for what? to basically be a soldier/guard/whatever. during her time there, she meets other maj teens and befriends them, most notably a 13-year old boy named blue (real name is zach but that's a whole other thing), whom she is paired with (at this point, she is 15). she takes on a sort-of older sibling role when it comes to blue, being so protective of him that she even will attack their oppressors in defense of him despite the consequences. along with him, there's 3 other pairs that she works with (so 6 total) at her assignment (another pair joins them later). during her time there, she changes to be more cunning and calculated while also becoming more reckless. through mostly unplanned circumstances that totally were not her fault, she and the rest of her friends/coworkers/(their relationship is complicated) are able to escape the private facility and find a stable place to live.

acanthus is sayako's best friend prior to The Reveal (and post-Reveal, but that isn't until they reunite). his actual name is ronan, but he started going by acanthus when he was 12 (once he reaches 17, he'll begin using an additional name -- elya -- and any pronouns, but that point is toward the end of the story so i'm just sticking with acanthus and he/him pronouns right now). he's half arab (on his mother's side) and lives with his dad and younger sister roselynn. his abilities include increased healing, plant manipulation, and animal communication, but he's also really good at teleportation magic. he's somewhat cynical and anxiety-prone and also has an air of arrogance, which covers up his low self-esteem and persistent identity issues. sayako is his first real friend and they are practically inseparable before The Reveal. he, his dad, and roselynn all flee, but he and his dad don't have the most stable relationship, which later results in acanthus splitting off from them and traveling on his own until he is inevitably captured and contained by federal forces. he's initially extremely defiant, partially due to arrogance and partially due to spite. he has, like, no self-preservation instinct and has a habit of doing stupid things (i.e. attacking the guards) which, uh, doesn't end well. it escalates to the point where he has to be isolated (whoopsies!) and it's not fun. he doesn't get to escape unfortunately he just eventually gets into this weird position where the people keeping him are like 'umm this is fucked up actually' and he's given back some of his freedoms.

the story is kinda split into three major parts (plus a prologue and an epilogue) that go like this:

prologue - pre-Reveal life for sayako and acanthus

part 1 - post-Reveal -- life on streets, acanthus' capture & time, sayako's capture, training, & transfer

part 2 - acanthus transferred to isolation, sayako's group escapes

part 3 - sayako's group living on their own, acanthus' semi-release, reunion between sayako and acanthus

epilogue - acanthus and sayako's life afterwards (the end of the epilogue takes place during the beginning of another story that i'm writing)

here is a really shitty drawing of them that i did in like an hour just for this ask (sayako on left, acanthus on right) :D

might repost the art on a separate post lol so that people don’t have to open the read more just to see it

#asks #ocs #my art #I FINALLY POSTED IT #HOLY SHIT #BEHOLD THEIR GLORY #i put them in Situations™️#tbh there will prob be something on here that i forgot to edit or whatever but it’s fine #acanthus #sayako

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professor-tammi · 2 years

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three hopes babbling (azure gleam), up to chapter... 8, or so!

- it’s very clear that Koei wanted to address the issues people had with Three Houses with Hopes, and Shez being non-mute and having an actual personality is perhaps the most clear example of this, but so is how they’ve approached Dimitri here: for one, the game is a little more... in-your-face? about his political takes, eg allying with the church out of convenience, not personal faith; prioritizing mending relationships with Duscur (the “let’s end racism” lord was Dimitri all along ok!!); agreeing with Edelgard’s goals, but not her methods... and so on.

this was all already in 3H, but it wasn’t as obvious... not that I expect it to change the minds of Edelstans who’ve branded him a Monarchy-upholding Conservative, because that would require them to have reading comprehension, but I appreciate it anyway. :D

another cute detail related to this is in the Ashe/Felix support, where Ashe notes that more commoners have become knights since Dimitri took the throne. (it’s almost as if... he’d be quite on-board with dismantling the nobility if not for the fact that it would throw his country into an instant civil war. who knew!)

- on Dimitri more broadly, the game chose to portray the root of his mental health issues as him not getting that it’s fine to rely on others instead of shouldering every burden yourself, which is fine (and, frankly, very true -- getting help is important! talk to others! don’t bottle everything up!), and something I generally like to see explored in media... though it’s hard to deny that it’s nowhere near as hard-hitting as everything that happens with post-time skip Dimitri (and him slowly losing his grip on reality pre-time skip).

- I think this goes for the plot as a whole: the twists in Azure Moon were a lot more effective than anything I’ve seen in Gleam so far, but I feel like Hopes is Koei just kinda going, “okay, let’s take these characters and throw them into an AU that’s less heavy, tie up the loose ends in the original game, and maybe throw in a happier ending for good measure” (I don’t actually know if there’s a golden ending but honestly it would be in line with other Koei spinoffs)... though I don’t really mind. I’m just happy to get more 3H content because I love 3H!!

- Hopes!Dimitri is basically a happy medium between pre- and post-time skip Dimitri: he doesn’t go full on wild like during the Flame Emperor reveal (or, he hasn’t yet, at least!), but he’s pretty open about wanting revenge at any cost. this makes his relationship with Felix (who is now effectively a main character) pretty noticeably different, because Dimitri is, clearly, a distinctly not-crazed king, and so Felix comes across as a bit softer (not too soft, mind you) with him as well; at first I wasn’t sure how to feel about that, but then I realized that this is very close to how I’d expect their post-game relationship to be in 3H and I really love it when viewed through that lens! so: Hopes is an AU, yes, but with 3H post-game dynamics between the characters :D

- this means you lose out on the fun angst but you still have Felix being very pointed with Dimitri (in a way that, ngl, is very in line with how modern AU fics like to portray them haha) and the two just generally bantering and it’s delightful! the rest of the cast keeps commenting on their relationship, too, and you even get little tidbits about things they did as kids from characters like Rodrigue... cute... (honestly there is so much Dimilix content here, I couldn’t possibly complain)

- also I’ve seen people in random non-shippy corners of the internet comment how, oh dear! people are going to start shipping Dimitri with Felix now! that was not a thing before!, and I think, frankly, that this is is hilarious. I guess to a casual player, Dimilix was semi-hidden enough to not be noticeable, but now it’s just Out There? anyway I feel so validated thank you Koeiwriters

- so far I wish Dedue got a little bit more of the main character treatment Felix got, but I guess that’s... a bit harder when he’s not supposed to be particularly talkative? I did get to see the full version of the scene from the review, and it’s very sweet: the context is that Dimitri has willingly let Cornelia take him hostage to ensure the safety of Fhirdiad’s citizens, and the Lions go rescue him. Felix extends his hand to Dimitri in this scene (as some noticed in the trailers!), but isn’t able to convince him to leave his self-imposed prison; enter Dedue, who does convince him with the power of Areadhbar and hand-holding :)

- the Dedue/Dimitri B support is also very cute -- Dimitri mentions that he used to summon Dedue to his room at night when they were children because he was scared to go to bed since he’d have nightmares of the tragedy, and then he’d just babble at Dedue until he passed out from exhaustion... aw... :’D

- on the topic of supports, I saw the first Mercedes/Ingrid support and it ends with Mercedes ruffling Ingrid’s hair and Ingrid blushing since Ingrid’s brothers aren’t there to do it for her, which. is also adorable! I actually really liked the original Mercedes/Ingrid supports, so I’m curious to see if their Hopes support chain goes anywhere interesting...

- also in case anyone’s curious, Ashe being close to Dedue is still a thing. he’s quick to worry about Dedue when they retake the capital, and he even brings up Dedue in his Felix support :’)

- Sylvain is markedly different from his pre-time skip self, and the game highlights this in a way I don’t really think the original did? you could certainly surmise from his lack of supports with women post-time skip that, yes, Sylvain got over his womanizer ways, but Hopes really really wants you to know that he got better. you could argue this makes him less fun a character, though...

- Ingrid had a somewhat... random, for lack of a better word, base conversation with a Duscur soldier in the chapter I’m in, where she offers to train the soldier in how to use a spear... I can’t help but to feel this is the writers going “ok she’s not really that racist btw”? or am I just reading too much into it (either way, I’m curious to see her Dedue support, with this in mind)

- somewhat similarly, Felix has a conversation with Dedue in this chapter where Dedue is concerned Felix’s house might be unhappy about working with Duscur soldiers, but Felix goes “yeah maybe some will be but I only care about how Strong people are not where they’re from” and Dedue makes some comment about how Dimitri is lucky to have him and Felix, of course, tsunderes. (I really enjoy the Dimitri/Dedue/Felix dynamic as a trio, and I appreciate that Hopes highlights the fact that they are, indeed, a trio!)

- I’ve seen some people comment on how Hopes flanderizes the 3H characters and while I disagree I can kinda see where they’re coming from: Annette’s supports so far have basically just been about her songs, Sylvain’s are... about how he’s no longer a womanizer (which I guess you could call a kind of flanderization? I guess?), Felix is more blatantly tsundere than ever (when in 3H it takes a while before you realize that this is his intended Trope)... personally, I read it less as flanderization and more as the writers going “no, no, THIS is what we intended with these characters! Sylvain DOES get over the whole hating women thing! Felix never hated Dimitri, he’s just bad at showing he cares!” ahaha (... nothing to say for Annette, though! I suppose it would be fair criticism there!)

- on cross-house supports: it seems that there are zero repeated cross-house supports from Houses in Hopes, which is unfortunate because I would’ve loved to see more content for some of those (DimiMari! Dorothea and Dimitri’s childhood friends!), but unfortunately there’s nothing :(

- I’ve recruited Dorothea and Bernadetta from the Eagles so far, and it’s somewhat striking to me how... unhappy they are to be recruited this time around -- especially Dorothea! I quite like this, because in 3H the characters were far too flippant about changing allegiances (which is, I think, largely a Byleth problem; a lot of students would comment on how they’d follow Byleth into war against their country because they believe in their professor or, whatever. it wasn’t great.)

#text post #text: fe #text: fodlan #three hopes #??? why did I rwite so much. I just have so many thoughts sorry #few3h //

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