#remember to stan the fell dragon

[the-priestess-of-dawn]

chrom @ grima in all of my fics

#well... all my fics that aren't just grima longing forever for a chrom who's dead anyway #i do have a few of those #chrom x grima #remember to stan the fell dragon

[aemondsquill]

ok well now we all need an alternative “keep going” ending where they do make it. you know, for our mental health and stability.

Keep Going (alt ending)

Aemond Targaryen × Pregnant!Reader

Hey I'm happy to oblige! This ending will contain some good ol' tooth-rotting fluff because this family deserves some PEACE!

This is going to start right when they reach the mouth of the cave before Daemon appears.

Warnings: Mentions of war, fighting, violence yadda yadda yadda, we stan Rhaenyra in this household

"Escaping into the night with your treasonous husband, daughter?"

Y/N's blood freezes as Daemon slinks out of the shadows along with ten bloody thirsty Queensguard.

"Father, please. Rhaenyra promised us safe passage. We want no part in this war." Y/N put her hands up in surrender gently, as if approaching a wild animal. Daemon chuckled, but the humor did not reach his cold eyes.

"Whose idea do you think it was to send you that raven, my dear?" Daemon sneered. Betrayal, grave and cold, threaded through Y/N's entire being. A tender heart so easily swayed by pretty promises on a page. And she fell for it so easily. Tears of frustration welled in her eyes. Aemond gripped the hilt of his sword beneath his cloak, ready for a blood bath. 'Run. Run, you insolent little girl.' He begged internally.

Before he could unsheath his sword a defeaning roar rattled the granite around them. All eyes turned skyward at the site of Rhaenyra, beautiful and fearsome atop Syrax.

Syrax lands gracefully upon the beach.

"Let them pass, husband."

Daemon looks startled at his Queen's sudden appearance.

"My daughter is attempting to smuggle out the Kinslayer! She must pay for her treason!"

Syrax stalks closer and Daemon, flanked by the Queensguard, only steps back further. He was a fearsome knight, but without a dragon he was still merely a man. This was a fight he would not win.

Rhaenyra glares down at him. "I will deal with the Kinslayer after I take back the throne. Right now your daughter needs him as she is carrying his child. Let them pass or you will meet the same fate Aegon will." Y/N and Aemond could only watch in pure astonishment, surely this was all a cruel dream? Aemond silently thanked the gods numerous times, promising to spend the rest of his waking moments honoring them.

Daemon begrudgingly demanded the Queensguard to stand down. Y/N grasped her husband's warm, yet trembling hand in her own and lead him to the rowboat that awaited them. Her heart threatened to beat out of her chest and bile nearly rose in her throat. So close to death she had been.

Aemond could not help but let a small smirk linger on his face as he passed Daemon. The older man could only tightly grip his dagger and snarl as a way to restrain himself.

Aemond helps Y/N into the little rowboat and hops in after her. He takes a moment to fully embrace her. He wants to remember her warmth and the softness of her skin. When he pulls back he just gazes at her lovingly, hoping to commit every little feature and flaw to memory. The slope of her nose, the bow of her lips, and her bright violet eyes that glow in the moonlight.

Aemond's chest fills with warmth at the site of her, such a perfect little wife she is.

Finally, he reaches down and caresses her belly. He can feel the delicate movements of his child within and joy floods his veins. How could he be so lucky? The thought of losing either of them overwhelms him and causes his chest to clench painfully.

The whiplash of emotions took a toll on Aemond. Just moments ago he was fully prepared to give his life to save his bride and now he is rejoicing and thanking Rhaenyra, his half-sister who he had learned to hate. This vile woman who intended to steal his brother's throne, whose bastard children were seen as equal to him, bestowed the greatest mercy upon him and he couldn't help but stare at her in admiration.

Rhaenyra watches them, heart warming at the sight of her stepdaughter receiving all the love she deserves. She could not bear the thought of taking away that child's father, knowing what she went through after Harwin's death. Rhaenyra's eyes felt misty at the memory of him.

Rhaenyra kept a protective eye on them as they rowed further and further away, until they were just a dot in the distance.

"You would so willingly kill your own daughter, husband? That makes you no better than the Kinslayer." Daemon looked down in shame, but he knew she was right. He was acting out of anger and he knew he would've come to regret murdering his eldest daughter.

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The couple reached the island where Vhagar waited. Neither could believe they even made it to the boat.

Y/N was overcome with emotion.

"I thought we were done for! Almost murdered by my own father!" She wept. Aemond just held her tightly in his arms and gently pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

"I would not have let it come to that. I would give my life for you and our child." His thumb brushed away the tears that rolled down her cheeks as he smiled down at her.

Aemond knelt down in the sand and placed his forehead against her belly. "Hello, little one" he cooed, "I want you to know I will always protect you. You will never feel fear as long as I am around. I will spend the rest of my days loving and cherishing you." He pressed a firm kiss against Y/N's swollen stomach, sealing his promise.

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond x fem!reader #hotd fanfic #hotd imagine

[markantonys]

My Mom Reacts To: wheel of time season 2 episodes 1-4 (season 1)

episode 1

"if i had to carry water all that way for a bath, i'd get a smaller bathtub" you know what? that is a very fair point. just get a smaller tub, moiraine!

mom, #1 Lan Stan: so, he doesn't have any powers, right? except cunning and strength and loyalty of course me: of course

mom: so liandrin wants nynaeve to become red because she........doesn't want her to have a warder? me doing a great aes sedai truth-telling: nynaeve is really powerful so liandrin wants to recruit her for her own team

my dad predicted moiraine was scamming bayle domon and loved it when it was revealed that she was. as always, not too much commentary from him because he remains silent and seems to not be paying attention for most of the time, only to randomly come out with a completely correct prediction or read on a scene.

"i don't think it's true that neat and tidy things can't be worthwhile 🙄" clearly my mom subscribes more to the Egwene School Of Thought than to the Alanna School Of Thought

lan to moiraine after she is Mean to him: make dinner yourself mom: GOOD FOR YOU

when lan brings her the plate later and puts it on top of the maps: "what if he gets greasy food all over her maps?"

"ugh i hate dark scenes where i can't see anything" [scary fade appears] "okay maybe it's good that i can't see"

episode 2

my mom got all confused about rand's dream of him killing his friends and wondered at first if it was real, please pray for her when tel'aran'rhiod is introduced later

"HE'S BALD??????" all of us when we first saw s2 rand's new look djkfgjh

"they must like him here if he gets free food" my boy, beloved wherever he goes :')

she wasn't particularly fond of mat last season, but he's gotten quite a few laughs so far this season! (notably the moment when we ALL fell in love with New Mat, when he was miming liandrin locking the door)

she gave an annoyed TUH! at elayne dissing egwene's room, but didn't comment further, possibly because i'd just told her 20 seconds earlier that elayne was my favorite character and she didn't want to offend me jdkfgh

she was like "wait, is she blue or green???" during a scene where alanna was wearing a slightly-darker-than-normal green outfit, so i think it was definitely a good call by the show to dress aes sedai in their ajah colors always. hard to keep track otherwise!

after moiraine had her hand on her knife when verin revealed she knew about the dragon: "what was she gonna do?? just stab her right in front of all the others??? that's ridiculous!" djkfjg points were made! poor moiraine just kinda panicked and lost all her braincells for a moment there.

my mom was a randgwene shipper last season so i thought she was gonna be pissed about rand hooking up with a strange new woman whilst egwene mourns his death, but she has not said a single word about that situation yet! i did once catch her reading lanfear's wiki article which she'd gotten onto after reading lan's because "i just want to know what happens to him and i'm not going to read all those books" so maybe she retained some info from lanfear's article that made her suspect something fishy with selene?

she recognized min from s1 right away and hastened to add her to her handwritten character list, when other characters needed a couple scenes to get that honor, and i remember she laughed a lot at min's lines last season and she did again today. guys, if my mom becomes a min stan, i may never recover lmao (i'm mostly kidding, show!min has done nothing wrong and is cool. MOSTLY kidding.)

re: the list, i told her she wasn't allowed to google and print out a list of characters because she would see spoilers, only to accidentally spoil her myself last season by instinctively writing liandrin's name down in the "bad guys" column and making her ask "wait, so she's ACTUALLY a villain, not just mean??", rip (but i played it off as "oh she's just unfriendly to moiraine so that's why i put her there" so we shall see whether or not she ends up being surprised by the black ajah reveal)

when min was saying how she sees glimpses of the pattern, my mom made a connection to perrin seeing the past earlier, which i thought was very interesting! (since we hadn't yet learned that what he saw was actually a sending from the wolves.) min's viewings and wolfbrothers are the two major magical powers that have nothing to do with the one power, and it always minorly bugged me that they don't Fit In to the rest of the magic system (despite my apparently-hypocritical mocking of people who get hung up on lore rules etc haha), so i just thought it was neat to think of them in conjunction with each other.

mom, shocked and dismayed: MAT'S GOING TO KILL RAND???????? me: [vibrating with glee over The Great Cauthor Stabbening]

when nynaeve is taken to the arches: "so is she getting a promotion?"

there was some line during the moiraine-lan divorce that got a big offended gasp from our #1 Lan Stan, but i forget which one it was (it wasn't "we were never equals" it was an earlier one)

my dad just laughed when they first showed suroth and her redonkulus getup jkjfg the correct reaction to the pomp and ceremony of seanchan high blood

episode 3

when the aes sedai were saying nynaeve was ready to take the test my mom was like "NO SHE ISN'T!!!!" and was pressed about them rushing her into it

during the bandit attack in the test: "boy, i wouldn't want to live in this world!"

when nynaeve left the tower my mom was like "is this what happens in the books?!" and i couldn't reveal yet that it was still part of the test so i just instinctively said "you'll see" which is my response to everything, and she was like "no i won't, i'm not reading all these books" lmao

my dad during the version of mashiara playing during the lanaeve reunion: why is "somewhere over the rainbow" playing

sheriam: she wasn't ready mom: THAT'S WHAT I SAID!!!!!!!!!!!

she was genuinely very upset for a moment because she thought nynaeve was dead, but i think she then guessed pretty quickly that It Ain't Over Yet

scene transition from nynaeve being left in the arches over to the seanchan: "we're going from bad to worse!"

i was dithering over uno's impending death because i didn't want to spoil them but i thought my mom might want a trigger warning, and thankfully my dad went "that horn looks like it's in a dangerous spot" when they first made uno kneel, so i was all clear to say "yeah this is about to get gory" lmao

my dad wondered if suroth was the dark one which fascinated me! i think everyday negroes had the same thought, iirc. i guess it IS the logical conclusion when you know that ishy is the dark one's right-hand man and in this scene we see him being suroth's right-hand man!

my mom thought elayne might be evil or a spy! how could she! i guess she isn't accustomed to wheel of time strangers just being friendly without an ulterior motive djkfg i didn't outright say her theory was wrong because i'm not about to be a booksplainer, but i'm sure i was so visibly baffled at the idea of elayne being evil that i shot down the theory nonetheless haha

when liandrin goes to visit mat again: "how does she have time for all this? she has her sick son, she has mat, and she has whatever else she does at the tower"

when liandrin blames mat for nynaeve's death: "this lady is CRAZY!!"

mat's "is that an 'i'm here to murder you' stare or a 'light i never realized how handsome you are' stare" line was a big hit! love to see my boy getting some appreciation in this house

...............which he promptly squandered when he a) initially left his cell without freeing min too, and b) did not go comfort egwene. but i pointed out that liandrin's been psychologically tormenting him for months into thinking his friends are better off without him, because i couldn't bear to see them judge my boy!

"it's like we're in 18th century france!" was the first thing out of my mom's mouth when they went to the cairhienin party, i'm sure the costume designers would be thrilled!

mom: how did this lady from the poor district get them into a fancy party? and how could she afford these clothes? 🤨 me: 🤷👀

when logain pours out the wine: "AFTER ALL RAND'S HARD WORK TO GET IT!!"

why did my dad laugh when the inn was on fire jdkfg maybe he just likes to see rand have a bad time

mom: jeez, maybe rand shouldn't stay in other people's houses anymore me: i'm sure rand's thinking the same thing

mom at the end of the test: it's so sad that they keep getting glimpses of the nice lives they could've had 😔

episode 4

mom 2 seconds before the camera reveals who the visitor is: is her little sister moiraine? [camera shows moiraine] mom: I GUESSED SOMETHING FOR ONCE

"it's pretty rude to show up to someone's house and then say 'i don't have time to hang out with you'!"

selene: the fire wasn't your fault rand mom: well it kinda was actually

there was some moment where my dad referred to "sneezing and burning down an inn, or whatever he did" and it killed me, i wish i could remember the context bc it was even funnier in context

"i speak with the amyrlin every time i open my mouth" was also a hit! as was perrin asking if he would turn into a wolf and elyas saying "don't be stupid"

mom when moiraine waltzes into the foregate dressed to the nines: i thought she wanted to keep a low profile

just earlier that day we'd been bemoaning the lack of pockets in women's clothing, as one does, so my mom was like "[delighted] now THAT'S a pocket!" when moiraine fit a whole-ass knife into the pocket of her fancy dress. WOT costumers understand the importance of giving girls pockets! lanfear's outfits have a lot too

my dad said "she seems like a bad guy" about selene during the mountaintop scene, he been knew! but he ended up falling asleep and missing the reveal that he was right

meanwhile, mom: "i'm just waiting for a monster to crawl up that cliff and get them"

when alanna & co go through lan's bags to get the poem: "aww, i thought they were his friends! 😔"

mom: too bad moiraine won't just ask her sister about rand, she talked to him at the party! anvaere: so if you want to know where that redheaded boy is, you'll have to ask me very nicely over tea mom: [just as smug as anvaere]

when ishy shows up at min's room: "how is he EVERYWHERE????"

she didn't seem TOO surprised when liandrin attacked the girls, and she clocked that liandrin was working for ishy after this scene with min (or rather, she asked me if that was the case and i said "you'll see")

she let out the fondest chuckle when rand was like "[choking back tears] i'm going to leave now, thank you" he is BABY YOUR HONOR!!!

as the Lanfear Reveal started my mom said "i just knew she was evil" so that must be why she was so silent on the relationship and so un-judgmental of rand, she must've clocked selene's Bad Vibes from the start! or else she retained something from reading lanfear's wiki article a while back lmao

even so, she went "OH MY GOSH!!!!" and clapped her hands over her mouth in shock when moiraine slit lanfear's throat, which i think is one of her biggest reactions to anything in either season so far! the initial stabbing, zero reaction, but the followup throat-slitting, freakout.

the "i'm a monster too" line + Undead Lanfear Moment has her CONVINCED that forsaken are some kind of creatures or zombies, i'm trying to explain they're just humans who are really powerful and evil haha

at the final shot of lanfear: "i'm going to have nightmares! i'll have to go read my murder mystery to calm down before bed." duality of woman

#wot #wot on prime #the wheel of time #wot show spoilers #i forgot how comparatively slow-paced and calm the first half of the season feels #so i can't WAIT to see the reactions to the second half when shit's hitting the fan 24/7

[umichenginabroad]

Stockholm Week 7: Travel Week 1

Hej igen! 

I had a bipolar week: the beginning of the week was full of presentations but the end of the week was full of laughter :) 

Let’s begin! 

2/28 Wed

It has been a while since I had two study trips in a day. I learned about the New Slussen Project, which is the reason for all the construction around Slussen. The planning behind the project was astoundingly complex and comprehensive, considering all social, environmental, and economic factors. 

Model of the new Slussen project design

The next study trip was a real guided tour based on the Swedish crime fiction novel, The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. We walked around Monteliusvägen to Michael Blomkist’s apartment, the cafe where the movie was filmed, and viewpoints that showed the city at a glance. 

A picture of a gallery I peeked into before the field trip

The view was gorgeous. It's not too far from my apartment too!

When the tours were over, I stopped at the Coffee House and yapped with my friend for a bit before going home.

2/29 Thu 

Today was the big D-day: a 10-minute presentation on the case study done in my core course. I booked a room in DIS to practice until class. I ate my packed lunch and finished up my last touches. 

My messy hair ;-; The sun was out and I needed a break

Turns out the presentation was informal but I guess that was for the better. 

At home, I couldn’t rest as I had to prepare for my other presentation for Swedish and read half of a book for Crime Fiction class tomorrow. I made the mistake of reading in my bed and fell asleep eventually. 

3/1 Fri 

My team successfully finished the presentation and ate the pepparkakor that our teacher prepared for us. It is a thinner version of ginger cookies with a taste of Sweden. 

As a little treat after school, I ordered TooGoodToGo at an island I’ve never been to. It was such a smoggy and windy day (especially because the bridge I had to pass was near a huge lake) but I managed to arrive at the bakery in one piece. 

The bakery had so many cute chocolate pieces < 3

I caught up on my sleep for the rest of the day. 4 hours of nap before sleeping for real at night ;) 

3/2 Sat 

Finally, travel week 1 break began! My family came to visit Stockholm while I was here. We had no specific plans in mind, so we spontaneously decided on places to go. We left Airbnb at 5:30 pm when the sun was all set (...) but we still had a good time walking around T-Centralen and Gamla Stan. 

It was nice seeing my family again < 3

3/3 Sun 

We had a slow morning but made it out of our house by 1 pm. 

Our first stop was Gamla Stan since we could not see anything in the dark yesterday. I took them to the main photo spots first. 

Happy happy happy '◡ '

If you remember this place from my prior posts, you're a real one < 3

My dad then led the way to Stockholm’s narrowest street, Mårten Trotzigs gränd. It is only 90 cm (~35 in) wide. 

I took some great snapshots for my brother 

From far away, we saw a commuter ferry departing and abruptly decided to take it. We ran and ran and ran to make it in the departure time. We found out where we were headed once the ferry steered toward the temporarily closed amusement park on Djurgården Island. I felt like I hadn’t been on impromptu journeys for ages, so this kind of random traveling brought me so much joy! The island was bigger than we thought, and it was then that my dad discovered something from the map. The island we were on was the island with the Vasa museum! On the subway to Gamla Stan earlier on, we had made a plan to go to visit the Vasa museum later today. Without a clue, the ferry took us to the right place at the right time. We were so amazed and couldn’t stop talking about it for a good hour (and now I’m writing it on my blog post). 

Since we were there already, we went to the Vasa museum. It is a popular museum with a restored ship that sank back in the 1600s and recovered after 333 years, in the 1900s. I was impressed by the grand size of the ship and the salvage operation.

I still can't believe this magnificent yet delicate ship sunk 10 minutes after its departure

We took a thorough scan of the six floors and finally left when we were satisfied. A beautiful sunset was awaiting us outside. 

Swan couple < 3

This time, we took a tram to go back to Gamla Stan for fika. Fika and Wine was our first destination. We ordered Swedish meatballs and shrimp salad as our main dishes, as well as delicious desserts with coffee. 

Can’t describe the deliciousness in words < 3

For the rest of the evening, we enjoyed Gamla Stan with street lights on, going into souvenir shops one after another like real tourists. 

I loved the owls in this store but my wallet said no to all of them :(

The past few days have been relaxing, and I can’t wait to spend more time with my family :)  They are wonderful photographers (as you can see from the pictures in this post) so I'll have tons of more photos to share in the following days. Good pictures always brighten my day <3

I will let you know all about the rest of my break next week! 

Tack, 

Jiwoo Kim 

Chemical Engineering

DIS Study Abroad in Stockholm, Sweden

#UmichEnginAbroad #IPEStockholm #JiwooKim #IPEWinter24 #Sweden

[wutheringmights]

Has anyone asked for the writer's commentary yet for the latest CTB chapter? I love those 😭

Both of these asks came in today, so I guess we'll have to do director's commentary now.

As I mentioned in the author's notes, the entire flashback was written the day of posting. If I was in a better state, I would have taken the time to sit on the draft before going in to expand on some of the scenes, but I was at the end of my rope with the chapter and wanted the whole thing over with

All that to say that I don't really remember writing the flashback. My brain was pretty hazy

When I wrote that Mask's hair was cut, I felt like it was important but I really didn't know why. It wasn't until like a day later that I realized that Link was so bugged by the child's hair being cut because it was a loss of autonomy-- not for the child, but for Link. In Link's mind, he has final say on what the child does with his body, not anyone else

I would like to thank me for rehearsing the dialogue for Link and the engineer's argument in my car during my commute. If I didn't have that shit memorized, there would be no way that I would have been able to write that in, like, an hour

Onto the present day, which was 30k of the 35k chapter

I originally wrote Legend's story from his point of view before remembering my rule about limiting the POV to Warriors/Link exclusively; I might post that draft some day

In my draft, I was going to have everyone insist that Sky, Warriors, and Linkle couldn't come along to the rescue due to their injuries/being too young. About five minutes after they all left, Sky and Linkle were immediately going to start gearing up, with Sky turning to Warriors like "Well? You're coming or not?" This idea was cut as a space-saving measure

I felt like there are a lot of characters I wanted to put a spotlight on before the action got heavy, including Sky, Four, Lana, and Proxi. But I only had enough space for one. I ended up giving that space to Sky since he had the more pressing trauma, while also splicing in some Proxi for good measure.

Lincoln's departure desperately needed a rewrite. I had a note in bold at the bottom of the WIP constantly reminding me to go back to it, but I ran out of fucks. I apologize to any and all Lincoln stans out there

Another space-saving method was summarizing how they stole the horses and uniforms. I could have written more, but again. Space.

I desperately wanted part of Warriors's infiltration plan to involve Hyrule entering the camp on his own to befriend a bunch of soldiers, but it didn't make logical sense

If Sky, Linkle, and Warriors had gone off on their own, there would have been a scene where they snuck through the medical tent and saw the gas burn victims there

Originally, Twilight was going to be with the troops heading out but I moved him to be with Midna to save space

Impa and the generals were also going to be physically there and active characters in the tent scene, but their presence would have made the scene 10 times longer, so I had to find a way to put them in a box

(Are you noticing a trend here?)

I used to exclusively write ensemble stories with 20 different POV characters because I felt like I couldn't let characters do significant things off screen without it feeling shoehorned in. CTB has been a good exercise for me in regards to forcing me to embrace a single perspective. But, boy did everything with Midna and Twilight made me wish this was an ensemble story

The "battlefield run" plot point where Warriors and co need to run across an active battlefield to rescue someone was directly inspired by the movie 1917

When I was reading "The Dragon Republic" by RF Kuang, I fell in love with this description of a river filled with dead bodies that I knew I wanted to include somewhere in CTB, though I was worried it was too dark

The decapitated dead in the river is meant to be Uri, Warriors's friend from training who died in the first battle

I always meant for Uri to be this shrouded figure in Warriors's past where the reader can tell how deeply affected Warriors was by his death by how little he had to say about it; it took until this chapter for me to realize what exactly Warriors was trying to not remember

The fingering joke made it to the final cut exclusively because I did not have any energy to think of a new bit

My justification for Faovarians having white freckles is that Hylians are just humans with pointed ears, which highly suggests to me that there are other human cultural groups in the LOZ universe with their own fantastical physical features

The muskets were originally going to be muzzle loading muskets circa 1770s, but I upgraded them solely because I did not want to have to describe the process of reloading one

If I had stuck to the muzzle-loading muskets, Warriors's inference that Faovarians just had gunpowder lying around would be more plausible, as the gunpowder is not in the musket balls; with the change, his plan for Arlo is a bit more far-fetched

The ganons got named exclusively because I got sick of having to refer to them as "the giant machines" or other vague terms

This didn't come up in story, but the reason why there's so many dead animals around is because they were killed by poisonous gas

The Faovarians have this giant magical wall because I needed to make it really hard to infiltrate Faovarian territory, and you will find out eventually why I needed to do that

While writing this chapter, I realized that I could have cut out Whitestone and given his speech about lambs and stuff to Impa, which would help to give her more pull in the narrative

That being said, I really hoped that by name dropping Whitestone, I could quickly paint a picture of what the past few weeks had been like for Wind

Deepest apologies to Wind, but it had to be done rip

So I always knew that Twilight was going to be captured, which makes his re-entering only to get carried off again REALLY funny

There is a very specific plan I have for the trio of characters I refer to in my notes as the House of Nephus, though you aren't going to realize what it is until Nephus himself finally comes into the story

Speaking of which, I was going to provide his little brother's name but it never came up (mostly because the only one who knew it was Icarius, who can't talk)

So as a reward for reading this far into my commentary, I will tell you that the little brother's name is Philo

I would like to take a moment to thank Lincoln for being so killable that no one noticed that I explicitly outlined last chapter everything needed to kill Proxi

Which is also the reason why I was so pressed about making the audience care about her last chapter

As someone who knows her full history with Warriors, her death is significant to me, but when I planned the story, it didn't occur to me that the flashback would not have gotten to Proxi by the time she dies in the present

To help make up for the audience not caring about her as deeply as I do, I tried to linger as long as possible in Warriors's misery so that the reader can at least feel her death through him

I did have to cut an idea I was in love with: while waiting for help, a group of soldiers come upon Warriors, and when they find out that someone is stuck under the rubble, they ignore orders to dig Wind out because they're good people

I cut it because I needed Warriors to feel no amount of hope as he crashed into rock bottom

This is rock bottom because his fears of his friends going through terrible things because of him had finally come true. From the start, he had promised to put them over himself. Losing his arm put that to the test, and he mostly passed. But in the end, nothing he did actually protected Twilight or Wind

This chapter contains a reference to something that is also a final bit of foreshadowing for the scene I wrote this whole story for. I wonder if anyone can find it and if they know what it means...

#there's more I can say but i am out of space #tldr: a lot of things were changed in order to make a scene easier to write or cut down on space #linked universe #lu ctb #ctb commentary #ask #fallenleafofmaple #ctb lore #anonymous #me rambling

[jacky-rubou]

Because @skyscartoons brought it up and I'm such a sucker for Gravity Falls and Imagine Dragons, I thought I would psychoanalyze the song "I Bet My Life" to see exactly how well it fits with Stan Pines and his story by going lyric to lyric (skipping repeat lines cuz repetitive). Buckle up cuz this might get long winded.

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First off, the speaker would most likely be Stan the whole way through. Obviously I feel like there's some nuance, like a few lines feel like Ford could be saying them too, but this is about Stan. If a line also feels like Ford could be saying it, I'll mention it but I'll try to mainly keep it Stan singing. Don't ask me why I'm being so strict with the rules here, cuz I don't know. but anyway...

I know I took the path that you would never want for me

I know I let you down, didn't I?

This could allude to how Stan had accidentally broke Ford's project and 'let him down' by betraying his trust and taking the wrong path by not speaking clearly to Ford about his insecurities before everything happened.

So many sleepless nights where you were waiting up on me

Ford was waiting for Stan to arrive at his house, and, since there was a risk of being possessed if he fell asleep, had many sleepless nights as a result.

Well I'm just a slave unto the night

Stan worked on the portal every night, essentially slaving away to save Ford from it for thirty long years. Could also allude to his homelessness on the streets but the portal was the more glaring interpretation under this lens.

Now remember when I told you that's the last you'll see of me

Remember when I broke you down to tears

Now, I usually see this as Ford talking to Stan about the mission he gave him that would mean Stan probably wouldn't see him again, which is valid and probably the more obvious of the interpretations that I can think of, but since I am trying to see the whole song as Stan singing and not Ford, I got another one.

Stan's whole "I don't need you, I don't need anyone! I can make it on my own!" or however he says it, after Ford closed the curtains could be one interpretation, plus Ford looked like he was about to cry when he closed them. Idk, is my first interpretation better?

I know I took the path that you would never want for me

I gave you hell through all the years

Stan pushed Ford into the portal, sending him in the nightmare realm and several dimensions for thirty years. That could be considered a hell for Ford, imho. Could also be Ford saying that to Stan about not standing up for him to get kicked out and stuff.

So I, I bet my life, I bet my life

I bet my life for you

I, I bet my life, I bet my life

I bet my life for you

Stan spent much of his life working to get Ford out of the portal. He didn't know if he could actually ever get him back, but still he tried, betting his life on the small possibility that Ford was still alive at that point and that the portal could still bring him back.

I've been around the world and never in my wildest dreams

Would I come running home to you

Going back to when Ford called for him, Stan had spent much of his life running around the world (North America at the least), never once believing he would see Ford again, so the post card was shocking to him.

I've told a million lies but now I tell a single truth

Stan spent so much of his life playing the deceit card, pretending he was Ford and everything that came with that, lying to family and friends, and everyone he associated with in Gravity Falls. His one truth...

There's you in everything I do

...was that it was all for Ford. He lied to make sure he didn't get put under scrutiny by people who would wonder why Ford disappeared and his twin left in his place. All so he could bring his brother back.

(skipping the second chorus and moving on to the bridge)

Don't tell me that I'm wrong

Ford, instead of being grateful like he had hoped, had been angry he had opened the portal. Here, Stan isn't just gonna let him say he was wrong for saving him.

I've walked that road before

And left you on your own

Same song and dance as before the portal incident, Ford had accused him of purposefully sabotaging the project and Stan had to leave the house because of it, essentially feeling like Ford was saying he was in the wrong back then too, thus, walking the same road again.

And please believe them when they say

That it's left for yesterday

And the records that I've played

'Them' could be the others in the house, like Dipper and Mabel. Like how Mabel had begged them to 'hug it out!' and all. Like maybe Stan wants Ford to see Dipper and Mabel and see how he should let go of his major grudge. Or something like that, these lines are difficult lol.

Please forgive me for all I've done

At the end of the day, Stan just wants to be forgiven and also accepted by Ford, not pushed away and forgotten in the heat of trying to stop Bill.

Welp, I just spent an hour writing this all out. I hope y'all enjoy my ramblings. Feel free to add on to this with your own interpretations of the lyrics in the light of it being related to Stan. Cuz some caused me headache trying to think of how to interpret it lol.

#gravity falls #stan pines #stanley pines #ford pines #stanford pines #imagine dragons #song lyrics #interpretation #analysis #long post #some lines are easier to interpret than others #as you can probably tell lol /lh #and i hope this made ya happy sky

[buryyourfavouritestrope]

Soryu Oh - Goodnight Part 2

A/n: i reread this after a couple notifications and I thought why stop at two parts. Make that three parts, plus if I only had 2 the second would be incredibly long. So enjoy. We stan one Chinese mafia boss.

The gentle shifting of paperwork accompanied the dull silence in the Ice Dragon’s office. Occasionally he’d find the pen in his hands faltering as his mind recollected a fleeting memory. He could still remember the red tint of her skin and the way her breath had hitched as his fingers had rubbed circles into the skin of her thighs. If he tried hard enough – if he concentrated enough, he could still feel the warmth that at one point covered his lips.

A wobbly sigh fell from the man; he pinched the bridge of his nose in a desperate attempt to dispel the memory. Now was hardly the time to remember the way she clung to his shoulders, or her soft fingers in his hair. If the others could see him now, he’d be the running joke for the next few auctions. His icy façade would be reduced to dust with just a few quips from Baba and Eisuke.

“Mr Oh?” Came a timid voice, he could barely believe his ears as he jumped in his seat. His eyes flicked to the door. Upon confirmation that the door was indeed still closed and a softly spoken maid had not seen a grown man jump in his seat like a teenager being caught on the wrong type of website by their mother, he released his breath. An almost inaudible chuckle sprung from the recesses of his throat. “Mr Oh, are you in there?”

“Ah come in” Oh coughed; his cheeks briefly dusting red at the notion that he’d failed to respond. Soryu’s eyes – to his frustration – followed her form much like a predator. In every step she took he remembered the bar as she leaned so close to him that the lavender in her scent had embedded itself into the fabric of his suit jacket. In the way she greeted him with a soft smile, he remembered the way she had laughed through the corridors and the way she had looked at him as she pushed the hair from his forehead. “To what do I owe this pleasure” He announced. For a minute the Ice Dragons’ boss found himself showing his gratitude to whichever benevolent god allowed his voice to stay firm.

“Eisuke wanted me to ask you to come to the Penthouse, apparently you weren’t answering your phone” Her words graced the air, almost as though every syllable were a tiny ballerina dancing the swan lake. Soryu took a moment to flick his gaze to the screen of his phone. The device hadn’t rung since morning when Mamoru had confirmed that Inui had been released with yet another caution. Eisuke hadn’t requested him. He’d have known. The man’s ringtone had been set to a deafening noise that closely resembled a chihuahua. “You’ve got a nicely decorated office; in fact, this whole building wasn’t what I imagined.”

“What did you imagine?” Soryu queried with a quirk of his eyebrow. He gestured for her sit as he slowly lifted himself from his own seat. “Tea?” He added.

“Please. I guess I imagined guns and blood everywhere, burly men with scars and tattoos. Not…” She trailed off deep in thought as she watched Soryu busy his hands with the tea brewing. He could see in her small winces that his tea brewing skills weren’t the best, but he’d be damned if he asked her to that sort of thing outside of her workplace.

“Not golden retrievers and Labradors” He jested. The comment brought a half-stifled laugh from her, and he revelled in the way her eyes squinted in amusement. In all his years Soryu had made few people laugh, instead he treated people with a respectable distance. This was the first time he genuinely found himself wanting to hear someone’s amusement. He wanted to make her cackle until tears spilled from her eyes.

“That’s probably the easiest way to describe Ryosuke and Samejima, Mr Oh. Both fiercely loyal and friendly” She responded. Soryu froze for a second as he lifted both cups of tea. In her drunken state she had no problem calling him by his name and yet. She’d returned to the formality of his last name. He hadn’t felt further from the woman. The closeness they had shared had been shattered that night. “I forgot to apologise and thank you for lending me your suite the other night. I did want to thank you the next time you came to the penthouse, but Mr Ichinomiya said you’d been too busy to come”

Soryu’s stomach dropped in an instant. His cup tilting just enough for a dash of amber liquid to fly over the edge. He felt the pain almost immediately as he jumped from his seat. The cup finding its way quickly to the table.

“Are you ok?” Her worried voice filled his ears as he let the sensation pass. He peeled the material of his shirt – and once again thanked the benevolent gods – that he wore a black shirt. He nodded ferociously his voice to unsteady in his throat. “Is that the time? Eisuke will kill me if I’m late to get him his afternoon coffee”

“I’ll take you” Soryu found himself instantly speaking. A silent plea for her agreement. He wanted to spend a little more time with the woman, before Eisuke had her running errands until the balls of her feet ached. He couldn’t stop his chest from aching at her use of Eisuke’s name.

“I couldn’t, I interrupted your work” She countered. Soryu glanced at the long since forgotten paperwork, a few signatures and contracts could wait. Everything could wait if it meant five more minutes in her presence.

“I just finished before you came in.” Oh lied. His professional smile graced his features momentarily and he was thankful that they hadn’t spent enough time together for her to be able to differentiate. “Not to mention Eisuke”

“Well, if you wouldn’t mind…” The maid trailed off, her hand flying to her pocket at the aggravating beeping noise. “Speak of the devil” She whistled. Soryu found himself frowning, his hand unconsciously tightening. “We should probably get going”

--

Every jostle of the car sent Soryu’s mind reeling; every turn her body would tap at his and he’d be thrown back to that night, and to all the lonely hours where he had fantasised. He hadn’t been aware until they had pulled up at the hotel that he had been holding his breath. Or that he had unconsciously leaned further towards her soothing nature.

A hand remained hoovering at her lower back as he guided her through the hotel towards the penthouse. Soryu’s eyes had noted the ways her colleagues had cowered slightly at the sight of him; only to have relaxed as they turned their gaze to the happily smiling maid. Even as they walked into the Spades Room Soryu walked behind her, his hand reaching for any door as she walked in.

“Sor” Baba’s voice sang as he spotted the mafia boss. Baba’s gaze hadn’t missed Soryu’s subtle chivalry, Soryu could see it in the way the thief nodded with a smirk at him. “Mamoru has been tirelessly looking for you”

“He’s right, Kishi hasn’t slept since we had drinks. He kept moaning about the hassle you’ve been bringing him.” Ota’s voice boomed from the opposite side. Soryu rolled his eyes; his form moving away from the entrance, the maid having long since abandoned him to do her work.

The room settled into a comfortable hum of conversation between Ota, Baba, and the maid. Kishi remained silently glaring at the thief and painter from his position by the window. A cigarette hung loosely between his teeth as he casually acknowledged Soryu. The Ice Dragon frowned, before situating himself on the sofa. Soryu’s gaze unconsciously followed after the girl. Her figure gliding across the penthouse with as much ease as a swan on water.

“I must say, I thought you’d have succumbed to temptation before I had to call you here” Eisuke’s voice echoed across the sofa. His ever observant eye had watched the Ice Dragon – his friend – from the second he had entered with Ichinomiya property. Soryu shot him an icy glare. “Please, as much as I enjoy teasing you, I actually called you here for business.”

Eisuke whistled, the young maid spinning on her heal a coffee cup in hand. Her jaw tightened and a glint of fear flickered in her eyes as she awaited Eisuke’s commands.

“Coffee” Eisuke barked. She immediately spun herself back around, hands busy brewing Eisuke’s coffee. Both men watched. Only one held a menacing smile as his dull eyes moved over his new source of entertainment. Ichinomiya had thought about the multitude of scenarios between the maid and the mafia boss. He’d spent far too much time putting the pieces in place in order to test the Ice Dragon himself. “It was tempting right. To cross the boundaries again, after one taste it’s easy to get addicted. I’m certainly addicted to her coffee brewing skills.” Eisuke uttered.

Soryu clenched his jaw. His features adopting a stoic mask. A mask he hoped Eisuke wouldn’t break beyond repair.

“For half a million I’ll give her to you for a day” Eisuke remarked. “To do with as you please, perhaps you can finish what you started. For one whole day what’s mine could be yours”

“What business do you have?” Soryu questioned. Eisuke chuckled.

“Ever the businessman, the girl has eyes on her. I’m surprised she made it to your office without being snatched. Don’t glare, Kishi was waiting in the background” Eisuke explained. Lavender filled his nostrils as he blinked. He watched as his coffee was placed before him before the maid handed Eisuke his.

“Thank you” Soryu uttered. “If you know this, why hasn’t the useless detective done something already”

“I don’t care what happens to her.” Eisuke reprimanded “I’m telling you because we’re friends. Not to mention what happened between you both the other day. She doesn’t remember it was you”

“Give her to me” Soryu growled. For a second the air stilled, all conversation froze as Soryu’s anger flared. Eisuke’s eyes remained bored as he watched Soryu’s outburst. “The Ice Dragons can protect her; I’ll find the people who want to get to you”

“Relax Soryu. I’ve sorted it. It was too good an opportunity to tease you to pass up” Eisuke smirked. Soryu sunk into his seat, relief flooding him as he closed his eyes. He was regretting showing his face.

“Eisuke, I’ve finished cleaning, if you’ll excuse me.” The maid announced; Soryu lingered on her use of Eisuke’s name. “Goodbye Mr Oh”

The pair watched her retreat. Eisuke casting an amused smile at his friend.

“Still Mr Oh, Sor.” Baba beamed. “I wonder why you’re the only one she calls by their last name.”

“Shut it” Soryu grumbled.

#kbtbb soryu #soryu oh #soryu oh x reader #kissed by the baddest bidder imagine #kbtbb eisuke #Probably a three part series #also after re reading i thought i could aim for more

[shinyaharu98]

These iconic K-pop hits turn 10 this year! Pick one from each row.

1. Voodoo Doll - VIXX

- I know I am writing for an audience who basically focuses on female idols, but I need to acknowledge that it is actually a boy group who led me into this K-pop world in 2013. And that boy group is VIXX. Voodoo Doll basically enshrined their status as the Concept Kings which led them to their first win. I cannot forget that era, OT6 forever.

2. Rum Pum Pum Pum – f(x)

- I’m Asian, I love math, I love K-pop, f(x) is the first girl group I ever listened to and Hot summer is still the best summer song of all time. I remember listening to Rum Pum Pum Pum when it first released and I had a crush on red-haired Krystal immediately.

3. Very Good – Block B

- I was basically bullied in high school because I used to wear long, long white socks to school. I like the comfort they bring me, but as you can probably tell, a teenage male wearing long white socks is probably not a good sight to look at…unless you are ZICO. I remember the first time I saw the MV and I was pissed off. How can he ride this kind of fashion, with that kind of hair and still be extremely handsome, unlike myself. And I hated that song too, it was too noisy for me. Fast forward 3 years later, I stumbled upon this song again, and for some reason I fell in love with it. Now it is probably my no.1 song when I am hitting the gym. Getcha Getcha ya ya here getcha getcha ya ya get on

4. Crooked – G-Dragon

- I never stanned Big Bang, nor do I follow their musical paths. But Crooked is one of those songs that you basically cannot avoid, whether it is because your friends are talking about it, or maybe because it tops every single chart you know, either official charts or fan made charts like K-Ville. It was a great song at that time, it is still a great song today, and I am sure it will still be a great song in the future.

5. Ringa Linga – Taeyang

- Everything G-Dragon touches turns into gold. This is probably the one song that shaped my musical preference to liking EDMs. Also, Taeyang is probably the only human being that can rock a white-haired mohawk without looking like a complete idiot.

#asks #opinion

[silens-oro]

HOLY SHIT!!!

First of all I hope you don't mind but I need to share some of my favorite pieces of dialogue/moments from part 3 because I haven't stopped screaming since I read it. This is going to be long and you don't have to post it, but I needed to reach out because I haven't read fics in a long time and this was the first I encountered coming back here.

“I should believe my sister and uncle would like their assassins returned,” Aemond explained. His gaze dared anyone to question him. “Though they will not be whole.” AEMOND??? BABE??? HACKIN AND WACKIN AND SMACKIN THE ASSASSINS?? I stan.

By the time you landed, your hair had crafted itself into a rat’s nest and you were missing a boot. The smile on your face nearly cracked your skull in half as you fell to the sand. Scrambling up, you bowed to the dragon, thanking it out of respect as it seemed like the thing to do. 

“I feel you,” You spoke through pants of air to the dragon in your native High Valyrian, a hand held to your heart then placed on the dragon’s jowl.

Also we get to look back at how the reader acquired Aerraxys!! I could imagine the scene in my head as I read along so bravo to you!

“I do not need a maester to tell me what I can and cannot do, Aemond. I do not need a maester to tell me to lay in bed, alone, to think of what has happened over! and over! and over! without mercy with my only thought a silent prayer for the Stranger to take me and spare me of the madness that grows within me!” You turned your head to Aemond with tears in your eyes and whispered, “You do not understand,” To see the reader's mental breakdown happening in realtime is so sad. I can't imagine what she's going through. I also like (appreciate) the disconnect that very obviously happens between them since she was attacked. Based on what Aemond says, she would not speak to him. It seemed like he tried not to take it personally and that he wanted to help her, but he was also hurting? The back and forth seems to me like it is more therapeutic than driving a wedge between them if that makes sense? Now that all of this is in the open, they can continue forward to hopefully kick some ass. “Though I only carry the mental scars, I pray you never have to witness me as I have you, bleeding and broken upon your death bed, the Stranger creeping along the shadows! As I have witnessed my child shrouded upon the table of the Silent Sisters!” His voice was a desperate plea for you to hear as he tried to shake sense into you.(...)

(...)“Do not think me weak or uncaring for not laying waste to the Seven Kingdoms because if I had the choice there would be nothing left to speak of!” I'm ugly sobbing??????? This entire exchange is agonizing to begin with, but then you remember that he is only 20 years old and it makes it worse to me. Ah man. I can't explain how emotional this chapter made me. I took "Though I only carry the mental scars..." as Aemond not trying to downplay the pain and trauma that the reader went through and to let her know that he stands with her, but she also needs to stand with him. He needs her support just as much as she needs his.

I wish someone loved me as much as Aemond loves the reader wtf

This ended up being super long I am so sorry.

xoxo

You're ugly sobbing? I'm ugly sobbing from this message! Literally cried for fifteen minutes after I got this. Thank you for taking the time to send me your thoughts, truly.

I took "Though I only carry the mental scars..." as Aemond not trying to downplay the pain and trauma that the reader went through and to let her know that he stands with her, but she also needs to stand with him. He needs her support just as much as she needs his.

This was beautifully put, and exactly what I was trying to convey. Their lifetime co-dependency on each other was brought to light in the worst way. It is so easy to forget just how young most of the characters in the show are, and what is expected of them regardless of that. Characters like Aemond seem so much older based on how they're articulated throughout the story. He is not much older than Jace (four years or so), but it may as well be a lifetime when you compare the two.

And I agree, I too wish I had an Aemond.

#eye for an eye series #ask #long ask #commentary ask

[kimchikrust]

For You, I'll Stay (Adrian Chase x Reader)

pairing: adrian chase x best friend!vigilante!reader

synopsis: you were friends. close friends. but you're in love with him, and he can't see that. will you finally grow up and tell him how you feel before it's too late?

prompts: "it's not your fault." cold hands

warnings: abuse, violence

words: 4.3k

You never thought about your life before you met Adrian. You were young. You were damaged.

You and Adrian went to the same high school together, but you didn't meet until after you left for college. Your mother had passed away while you were gone and you had to come back for the funeral. You wouldn't have ever come back to Evergreen if you had any other choice.

You first saw him at Fennel Fields. Your father had ordered food and you were sent to pick it up.

"Hi, I'm here for pick up? Stan?" You felt awkward, asking the busboy. "Sorry. No one was at the front and I'm kind of on a schedule."

"Oh, sure," the busboy said flippantly, yanking the container of dishes off of the freshly cleaned table and marching to the kitchen. On his way back, your memory clicked.

"Hey, you went to Evergreen High, didn't you? One of the Chase brothers."

He cleared his throat. "Adrian. We had History together."

"That's right, you sat in the back," you nodded, and his eyes lit up.

"Yeah, you remember that?"

"Of course, I had friends that knew your brother." When his face fell, you laughed. "Kidding. We did a few assignments together, I remember thinking you were smart."

"Thank you?" He had a dazzling grin, you noticed. With deep dimples and smile wrinkles forming. You took a second to look him over completely.

He wasn't the tall, scrawny kid you knew in high school, he filled out well. He had broad shoulders and could probably consume you in his arms if he ever hugged you.

Suddenly nervous, you brush your hair behind your ear and drop your gaze.

"What happened there?" He reached out to point at the outside of your forearm which carried a deep bruise.

Embarrassed, you quickly cover it with your other hand. "Oh, I fell in the tub when I was getting out. I'm not usually a klutz so it really shook me up."

"Oh, you should be more careful," he said with a serious tone that made you laugh.

"Um, okay. Well, I have to get this back," you said. You really didn't want to go back, but you really were on a time limit. "It was great seeing you, though. We should get some coffee or whatever."

"Yeah, alright!" He answered, excitedly, smiling from ear to ear. You waved goodbye and that was that.

You ended up seeing him again for coffee the next day. And then at the arcade. And then at the grocery store.

You were looking for every opportunity to be out with Adrian. You even let him teach you Dungeons and Dragons at his apartment. Something about being with him made you feel safe, and you had a feeling Adrian liked having someone to listen to him.

He was weird, you weren't going to lie. Sporadic was a better word. But you mainly bonded over hating everyone else.

You were angry back then. At everyone, everything. The world. People sucked.

Your father hit you since you were young. He often drank and took it out on you. When your mother tried to intervene, she'd face his wrath too.

When you came back from college, it wasn't any different. You took it, like you always did, because that's all you ever knew. You thought maybe, you even deserved it.

And you never wanted Adrian to find out.

"Why isn't my laundry washed?" Your father slurred, dangerously quiet.

"I just haven't had a chance to-" you were cut off when your dad pushed the side of your head into the mirror decoration on the wall. The glass shattered and the stinging in your forehead told you that you probably drew blood.

"Don't talk back to me!" When you pushed yourself off the wall, your father roughly grabbed you by the wrist, making you scream as he threw you to the open floor of your living room. "You spend all your time out. Never being fucking useful." He drew his hand back and swung his heavy palm against your face, forcing you back down. "No one's gonna ever want you."

"Please! Stop!" You cry, kicking your feet out to push him away.

"Hey!" Another voice cut in from behind your father, making him spin around.

You watched as Adrian brought a bat to your father's face, sending him to the floor, unconscious.

"Oh my god, oh my god, Adrian," you gasped, holding your hands out to him. He quickly dropped the bat and fell to the floor with you and bring you into you a hug.

You were wheezing for air, tears streaming down your face, becoming light-headed.

"You're okay," he whispered, holding you tight. "You're safe now, I'm right here."

"Oh god, thank you," you whispered in his ear. "Thank you, thank you."

When you pulled away, Adrian looked serious. You couldn't read anything else from his expression, it wasn't one he wore often. He looked back at your father, still on the ground.

"So, what do you want to do with him?"

"I wanna kill him," you mumble with numbness. You were embarrassed, and ashamed, and so angry.

You just wanted it to be over.

You remember Adrian being accepting of your decision. And maybe it was the combination of your bitterness and adrenaline, but putting a bullet in your deadbeat dad's head brought relief to you. Lightened a burden on your shoulders you never realized you had. And you were grateful Adrian was there for you.

You knew Adrian was Vigilante before you caught him. You figured he didn't want to tell you to keep you safe or whatever. But you caught on after he kept talking about the murders all over the news that were "keeping Evergreen safe".

You were dropping off something he had forgotten in your car when he was in uniform walking around his house. Without a mask.

"Uh, this is a costume. I'm cosplaying because-"

"I know, Adrian," you cut him off, looking at him with a knowing look. "You're Vigilante. I've known for awhile."

He tried to laugh it off, but it came out forced. "W-what? I am not Vigilante, because that would be fucking crazy. Like, the murders and all that? That's crazy. You sound fucking crazy."

He didn't support you joining him on his patrols, but he could never say no to you when you wanted something.

He was helpful during your process of picking a name to anonymously submit to the News outlets in Evergreen.

Before you knew it, it was routine to go out at night with Adrian as Vigilante and Renegade. The dynamic duo that killed delinquents and criminals.

You never went back to school. You stayed in Evergreen. You stayed for Adrian. You would never admit it out loud, but you felt like you were floating throughout life when you went to college. Then, you met Adrian, and it was like fog clearing.

And you were fine with it. Having absolute adoration for Adrian for years as he's distracted by his obsessions over Peacemaker and killing criminals and DnD. You just liked being with him.

Then, Peacemaker got out of prison and your dynamic changed.

"Oh, Peacemaker thinks-"

"And then Peacemaker and I went completely ham and-"

"Peacemaker and I are going to go shoot appliances in the woods."

"What?"

"We're gonna go shoot at shit, and be men." He added that last part with a deeper tone to emphasize his point, but you couldn't find it funny like you usually would.

"I thought we were gonna hang out," you mumbled into the microphone.

"Oh, sorry," you could hear him on the other side shuffling things around, presumably putting his uniform on. "Maybe another time? I think Chris is sad about some personal shit going on. I wanna be there for him as his best friend-"

"His best friend." You echoed, narrowing your eyes as your chest squeezed slightly.

"Yeah, and I gotta be there for him," he answered, completely missing your tone.

"And, what about me?"

"Well, you can have a girls' day. I know we haven't been able to hang out-"

"Adrian," you cut him off, fiercely, pausing briefly to collect yourself and find the right words to say. "I stayed in Evergreen for you. You know that, right?"

"I thought it was to rid Evergreen of crime?" He had a playful way of saying it, but you knew he was aware of your neglect. He just wanted to be with Peacemaker more.

"I just-..." I need you. Please. You wanted to say it, but the words never reached your lips.

"Hey, I gotta end the call, I'm running late."

"Oh, okay," you mumbled, holding the phone out in front of you to see his name slide across the screen.

"We can talk later. See ya!"

The call ended the next thing you knew, and you were left there in the silence, sitting on the floor against your bed frame.

The sigh that escaped you seemed to echo in your empty apartment.

You still spent time with Adrian every now and then, you couldn't complain. When he needed you to help him and his new team, you were pensive. You didn't really want to find yourself around the people that kept Adrian away from you. But he was persistent and on his way to pick you up, so you had to be ready.

He picked you up in a van, and he was with four others, including Peacemaker. Great.

"We really appreciate your help," one woman told you.

"That's Adebayo," Adrian introduced. "And that's Harcourt, and that's Economos. And, of course, Peacemaker." He gushed over Peacemaker, who sat in the front of the van with Economos. "Everyone, this is my partner, Renegade. They're a total badass in action, I promise you. There was this one time-"

"Look, we don't need a backstory," Harcourt interrupted. She had a few cuts and bruises all over her face, like she had recently been in a fight and was in no mood for Adrian's energy. "Here's the deal. There's a a mafia consisting of meta-humans with super-strength, and it's our job to eradicate the entire gang."

"Is it just us?"

"The six of us are all that stands in their way." You frowned, glancing at Adrian with concern for a moment. "We can't expect to walk out of there without any casualties, so be prepared."

When the van came to a stop and everyone started to empty out, you grabbed Adrian's wrist to keep him back.

"Hey, can I talk to you?"

"Yeah, yeah. We gotta be quick, though," he rushed, looking back to check if anyone needed him.

You sat him back down and forced him to face you.

"We barely spend any time together the past few weeks and the first time I hear from you in days, it's to ask me to go on a suicide mission against a bunch of meta-humans," you seethe. "I didn't sign up to die."

"Then why are you here?" It was an innocent question, but it was the last straw. You couldn't stay quiet anymore.

"I'm here because of you!" You hold your hands out and extend your fingers out like you were moments away from strangling him. "God, Adrian, I've been here for years because I'm in love with you."

There was a stillness after the words spilled out of your mouth, and you were given a chance to realize what you had said. From the shock on Adrian's face, you could tell he was processing it too.

"W-wait, wh-"

"Hey, what's the holdup?" Peacemaker shouted from the front of the van.

"Give us a second!" You shouted back, turning your attention back to Adrian. Sighing, you dropped your head. "Look, after this...If we make it out of this, I'm leaving. I've been thinking about it for awhile, but I might go back to school. Or, maybe Gotham, somewhere I can still run around as Renegade. I don't know, but I-"

"You're gonna leave?" The look on his face was desperate. Almost pained.

"Peacemaker's back. You have this team," you gesture towards the wall of the van where you assumed the rest of them were waiting. "I don't have anything left in Evergreen."

"You have me," he tried, reaching out to grab your hand on your lap, but you pulled away. "Please, Y/n."

"I'll have your back this last mission," you breathed, avoiding his eyes. "But then I'm leaving. I won't be here by the end of the week."

You rise to your feet before he can say anything else, but he grabs your hand again to stop you.

"We're not finished talking about this," he says. "When we get back, I'll listen to everything. You'll have my full attention."

You nod solemnly, knowing full well you're decision was set in stone. Nothing he could say would keep you there anymore. You had to move on.

"Okay, John's staying in the van to give us any info once we're in. Vigilante, Renegade, and Adebayo are going surveil the compound and take out everyone they come across. Peacemaker and I will go after the kingpin and destroy everything they have. Any questions?"

Adrian raised his hand, but Harcourt looked over him.

"Any questions relating to the plan I just gave?" His hand immediately dropped to his side. "Good. Adebayo, take the other two around back, there should be a backdoor you can slip through. John will be in your ear to help you out."

Slipping through the back was surprisingly easy. Staying low and out of sight of security was almost fun, but you knew you couldn't get caught or else that'd be the end.

You had a silencer at the end of your barrel, allowing you to easily take out guards from your hiding spots. You watched as Adrian swiftly took out others with his sword, blood splattering everywhere and all over his suit.

Only twenty minutes past, but it felt like hours of hiding and killing and waiting for any signal that Harcourt and Peacemaker same through on their end of the mission.

Out of nowhere, you were grabbed around the neck and held in a headlock, cutting off your breathing. Jabbing your elbow back, you struck the man in the ribs, earning a quiet grunt. Spinning around, you pull a knife out from your side and slid the blade across his throat, covering his mouth with your other hand as a blood gurgled in his throat.

Catching his massive body from collapsing on the floor in front of you was a harder task. You ended up dropping to the floor beside him, trying to quell your tired heaving.

"How are you doing?" Adrian whispered, crouching beside you with Adebayo behind him. He had a glock in one hand and in the other, his sword.

"Fine," you croaked. "How much longer do we keep this up?"

A moment later, an alarm started going off around them, and all the lights switched on.

"I think that's our cue to leave," Adebayo breathed out, tiredly.

"Big boss is dead," Harcourt's voice cut through the comms, following by grunts of effort and sounds of impact. "Job's done, but they know we're here now, so get the hell out."

Adrian led the three of you to the closest exit, you following closely behind with Adebayo covered between you. As you passed one hallway, a guard on the other end caught sight of you and started firing his gun, splitting you apart. Adrian and Adebayo behind one wall, you were behind another. You could hear the man shouting your location in what you assumed was a walkie-talkie.

"Vig, take Adebayo and get back to the van." You said, stepping out of your spot to fire back at the guard, who was now joined by two others. "I'll meet you guys there."

"How are you getting out?" Adebayo questioned when Adrian remained silent under his mask. You could see his eyes in his visor, wide with concern.

"I'll find another way, just get out of here," you hissed, turning back the way you came and sprinting to outrun the guards.

You took down two guards you came across before finding a bathroom with a window you could easily escape out of.

"Y/n? You there?" It was Adrian speaking in the comm now.

"I'm a little busy right now, Vig," you grumble, squeezing your body at an uncomfortable angle through a small bathroom window. "Making my way out now. ETA, 5 minutes."

"Alright. We're all back. Let me know if you need backup." You didn't miss the way he emphasized calling him for help. After a moment of running through trees and bushes in silence, he speaks up again, "Seriously. I'm here if you need me."

"Vig, I'm running through trees back to you guys. No need for backup." No need for you. You huffed, tearing your earpiece out and discarding it in the dirt.

You were nearly back at the van before you heard a branch snap behind you. The sound echoed in your ears and you crouched low to the ground, scanning the darkened area behind you for any movement.

A shot rang out, and you let out a cry when a searing burn tore it's way through your torso. Whipping your pistol out, you gripped the handle tight behind your back as a figure stepped out from behind a tree. Your free hand pressed down hard on your open wound, blood spilling out through your fingers, and in the back of your head you were yelling at yourself for tossing your earpiece.

When the man was close enough, you caught sight of the gun in his hand and you made the risk of quick-drawing your pistol from behind your back and firing.

He noticed your quick movement and fired aimlessly, hitting you again in the shoulder as your bullet went through his head.

You fell back on the ground, feeling the hot blood pouring out of your shoulder wound as you pressed both hands to your torso. You thought you felt yourself shaking and you rationalized that your body was going through shock, and that this might be it for you.

With no family, no friends. Not even Adrian. You felt weight in your chest at the thought of your last words to Adrian before losing your comm.

Now, you were slowly dying in the middle of the woods, alone.

It was like you were back when you met Adrian. Surrounded by heavy fog, not really living anymore, just existing.

"Y/n? Y/n!" The fog was lifting again, and you could hear Adrian's voice shouting over the static in your ears.

"Adrian?" You whispered, lolling your head to the side to see him on the ground beside you. He had pushed your limp hands away from your stomach wound and pressed his hands tightly against it, slowing down the bleeding.

"Hey, hey," he spoke urgently, and you don't think you'd ever seen him in such a panicked state. He looked composed, not necessarily as erratic as you thought he'd be in this situation. "You just had to get yourself fucking shot, huh?"

"'M sorry," you murmured, eyes fluttering. "I didn't realize I was being followed."

"No, hey, you're good. Look at me, you're good." Adrian pulled one hand away from your stomach and placed it against the side of your face, forcing you to look up at him. "It's not your fault."

He spoke so softly, so gently, it brought tears to your eyes. This was the last time you were going to see him.

"I'm sorry," you said again more clearly, choking slightly as you spoke.

"Please don't cry," he whimpered, his breathing started to get quicker in his state of panic. "We're gonna get you help and then we're gonna have our talk, aren't we? You can yell at me, hit me, fucking shoot me, I don't care. Anything you want, you just gotta stay with me now."

Weakly, you put your hand over his and you realized you couldn't feel him. The pads of your fingers were completely numb and all you could tell was that his hand was there, shaking against your stomach.

"You said you loved me in the van, did you mean it?" Adrian was opting for another method to keep you awake as Chris was on the hunt to help him bring you back. "Because I hope to God you did. Because I can't imagine a life without you in it. Without Renegade. Without our DnD sessions." There were tears in his eyes now as you were looking worse and worse. "Fuck, Y/n, you gotta stay with me. Please."

"I-" your voice was breathy now, like it was taking all of your energy to say these words to him. "I meant it."

Adrian’s bottom lip quivered when his eyes met your glassy ones. You’re breathing and heart rate were going down and where the ever-loving fuck was Chris?

"Alright, how bad is it?" Chris came barreling out of the trees, but his voice was hushed. You could barely hear him, but from the way your head fell to the side, you were aware of his arrival.

"Two gunshot wounds," Adrian quickly sputtered out, watching helplessly as Chris carefully starting picking you up. "Th-They'll be okay, right? We're gonna bring them to the hospital?"

"We gotta see what Emilia says," Chris mumbled, thought he looked somber, already heading back to the van. "How're you feeling?"

"Kinda sore, but-"

"Not you," Chris silenced Adrian, giving him a look. "Renegade?" He carefully moved you in his arms and your eyes barely opened. You looked so serene now, as if you weren't in pain anymore.

Adrian thought back to when you would sleep over at his apartment after a marathon of movies. He'd find you sleeping next to him, and thought of how he might never get that back. That time with you.

"Y/n, you gotta stay awake," he whispered, leaning over Chris' massive arms to look you over.

"'M so tired," you answered, staring off into nothing.

"Dude, we're going to a hospital," Adrian demanded, looking intensely up at Chris. "I'll fucking kill all of you and take them there myself if anyone has a fucking problem with it."

With that, Adrian stomped ahead, clearing the way to make getting you back easier.

A week went by after getting you to the hospital. The procedure to save your life took hours by itself, and left Adrian a mess in the waiting room with the rest of the team left to deal with him.

"Dude, stop going up to every nurse that comes by," Chris would chastise him. "You're gonna piss them off and get us all kicked out of here."

"But what's fucking taking so long?" Adrian would whine, bouncing up from his seat when another nurse walked by.

By the time you woke up, Adrian was finally allowed to sit in the room with you.

The first thing you heard was the sounds of the machines around you, working to keep you stabilized and monitored. It was so bright when you opened your eyes, your senses didn't really kick in until you drank up the sight of Adrian sitting in the chair next to your bed, using your limp hand to drop the DnD die on the sheets over and over again.

When your fingers twitched in his hand, he finally looked up at you, and you were elated to see his glittering eyes.

"You're awake," he announced, and you cringed at the volume of his voice. "Sorry," he hurriedly added, rising to his feet to step closer to you.

"Hey," you croaked, wearily glancing around the room. No one else was there but him. "How long have I been here?"

"A week," he answered solemnly. "You really had me worried."

He looked so torn, probably thinking back to when you were lying on the ground, bleeding out and giving up.

Unsure of what to say, you dropped your eyes onto the die that sat forgotten on the bed.

"You said you meant it. What you said in the van," he continued. "You told me you loved me, and I- I didn't-...I never thought about it before, honestly."

"Adrian-"

"Please, I've been sitting with this for a week," he cut you off, grabbing your hand and holding onto it tightly. He stared at you, earnestly, and you softened. "After you said that, I couldn't get you out of my head. The entire mission. The entire time I couldn't stop thinking about you leaving. Nothing-...nothing would fucking matter if you left."

"I never thought about love. About loving you, but that's because I've been in love with you since high school."

"Since high school?"

"I never thought you'd want to be with me like that," he murmured, almost embarrassed. "And, I was okay with that. I came to terms with it when we started hanging out. I just liked spending time with you so much, I would've driven you away if I said anything about it."

"I liked spending time with you too," you confessed, smiling gently with your dry lips. "I still do."

"I fucking love spending time with you. I fucking love every minute with you. And, I am so, so sorry if I ever made you think otherwise. After Peacemaker came back, I got distracted and I know that, but I won't be anymore." You watched his jaw tick as he clenched his teeth, preparing to say his next words. "I will do anything to keep you here. Don't go to Gotham, don't go to school. Just please fucking stay."

"I'll stay. I never wanted to leave," you said quietly, staring up at him. Nodding your head slightly as the corner of your lips curled up, Adrian began smiling widely. "For you, I'll stay. On one condition."

"Anything."

"You lean down and give me a kiss to make me feel better," you murmured, reaching up to hook your finger into the collar of his shirt. He went down easily, grinning from ear to ear.

"You're the fucking best. I missed you."

"I missed you too," you whispered against his lips before he pressed his against yours and the room fell into a blissful silence.

a/n: LOL finally done with my first fic. was thinking about making an unofficial series for Vigilante and Renegade content, but we'll see. I hope you liked it! Make sure to like and reblog to show your support!

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[the-priestess-of-dawn]

I read that Grimleala Meme in a cheery Customer Service/Retail Worker voice, and it makes things so much funnier.

asdfghjkl the Grimleal are in the business of reviving Grima and all their rhetoric is just customer service.

(*Offer valid with enrollment in the Grimleal church. Limitations may apply. Ask your healer if your heart is healthy enough for human sacrifice.)

#ask #i didn't mean to make another one but then i was suddenly inspired #thanks grima :::) #remember to stan the fell dragon

[lily-orchard]

Where's this narrative that The Owl House was punished for LGBT rep by Disney coming from? SU stans are saying the third season being gutted was because of Lumity

A year ago, Cartoon Brew published an article saying that Disney tried to block the LGBTA characters in The Owl House early on. An article that Dana Terrace herself actively contradicted by saying she had been supported in her endeavours.

It is worth pointing out that while executive meddling is a problem, it is also the go-to excuse fans use when a show is criticized and they've hyped up the creator as some kind of god. This is why the almost cult-like devotion some people have toward Dana Terrace (my friends were even going "I have faith in Dana" during the worrying news about Season 2) is worrysome.

It's all part of this cycle of "freak the fuck out, then backpedal."

For all SU stans talk about how "It did the best it could" or "it walked so X could run", when the show was initially airing they were acting like it WAS in fact extremely direct and upfront LGBTA rep. That was how I got introduced to it, was people talking about how SU was extremely gay, and then I watched it and realized that it... wasn't.

SU was a "revolutionary step forward that means something and is so much better than other kids shows!" when it first came out and everyone loved it. Toward the latter half when people started taking closer looks and criticizing it more as it fell down the enlightened centrist plughole it was "It did the best it good uwu" and "it's just a kids show y u be so mean uwu." They don't so much say that your criticism is wrong, just make excuses for it.

She-Ra did the same thing. People hyped up how gay it was for over a year, then when it ended and people started to go "Hey wait a minute, isn't this like... really toxic?" they started backpedaling into "Well she fought so hard to give us these table scraps uwu."

I had someone respond to my silly memes about all this with "You should be grateful for what you're given!" Which is the same thing my father said to justify abusing his children.

I recall how Voltron's creators blamed executives for their shitty rep, only for the executives to reveal that the creators ignored EVERYONE who told them what they were doing was a bad idea. I remember how The Dragon Prince blamed "Bury your gays" on the executives only for it to come out that the creators were abusing their LGBTA crew members.

I'm expected to believe that Cartoon Network's executives are the reason that a show with no writers had shit writing?

Executives, if they can be bothered, will make you cut the gays. Not kill them. not bury them in metaphors or toxic tropes. Cut them. People act like creators have to play mind games with the executives, but in truth it's just "cut or don't cut." They act like they need to frame episodes with gay rep in a way that if a country refuses to air the episode it'll ruin the show, as if homophobic countries care more about the continuity than their own bigotry.

Fandoms have a hard time with measured responses. And we wouldn't have this cycle of backpedaling and bootlicking if people would just STOP calling every single glance in the direction of a rainbow flag "Revolutionary."

The Owl House is not going to be a turning point. There will be a show in the future that does the "tease to the last episode" thing with a gay couple. Because at the end of the day, it wasn't about executive meddling. That kind of slow burn is a popular trope. Antagonistic enemies to lovers (which I should point out, Lumity is NOT) is a popular trope. There are Owl House fans saying that Lumity was moving too fast.

The same people who say slow burns are executive meddling are the same people who consume slow burn fanfics until their eyes bleed.

Executive Meddling cuts. Shitty creators complicate.

[cevans-is-classic]

Moment Eleven

Yet another moment here to stay for the Moments With Sebastian Series

18+ only, please! Warnings: Sexual Content, language, food play.

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“How are you this nervous?” Seb eyed you, brow raised, mouth quirked in a smile.

“I’ve only been on a plane twice before this. Twice. It hasn’t gotten easier, and I doubt it will. Stop it.” You smacked his arm, making him laugh. As the plane comes to a shaky stop — other passengers looking bored — you took a few deep breaths in and tried to remember you made it on both flights.

Seb’s hand touched yours, fingers running the length of your middle finger to your wrist, “Hey, it’s okay.”

A shaky nod as you wait to be allowed off. Seb kept up the ministrations, humming under his breath, and it was calming if a bit distracting. The prospect of a vacation together sounded a lot better before you realized that vacation meant a thirteen hour plane ride with two connecting flights. Your first time in Hawaii with an amazing human and still your stomach was flipping somersaults at the thought of the return flight back.

Fancy hotel rooms.

Fancy room service.

24 hour sex (Hydration and nutrition breaks of course.)

Tourism in disguise.

The list paused after that as people rose from their seats and you jumped to your feet, knocking your knee on the seat in front of you and earning a glare from the lady occupying it.

“Sorry.” You winced.

The woman opened her mouth before her eyes cut to the left and closed it, her cheeks flaming red as she tugged her back further up her shoulder and shuffled into the aisle.

“Making friends already, Babe.” Seb helped you lift your bag, stepping back and out of the way to let you walk into the aisle.

“It’s a talent, Darlin’.” You could hear him laugh, his hand landing low on the small of your back.

“Let’s get to the hotel, order some room service and spend a few hours helping you unwind.” His breath tickled the back of your neck, the bill of his hat bumping against your head.

You hummed, reached back to find his fingers and squeeze, “You have the best ideas.”

-

Seb was grinning as he wheeled the food cart into the room, waving a hand superfluous over the food and wiggling his eyebrows at you.

“I got the works, Baby.” Lifting the covered plate he revealed the selections of simple sandwiches, ham, turkey, pastrami and a few wraps to boot. Beside the plate were bowls of fruit, strawberries, blueberries, dragon fruit — how the hell did he get dragon fruit? They provided whipped cream, a bowl of chips, iced champagne and what looked like bottles of water, but expensive water.

“Why?” You picked up one of the water bottles, peering down at it before sitting it back in the ice.

Seb shrugged, “I only asked for water, the hotel provided the-” He blinked at the bottle, “Waiakea water.” Another shrug before he twisted the bottle opened and hummed, “Oh that’s not bad.”

“I meant the sandwiches, dork.” You shoved at his arm, causing him to spill some of the water down his shirt. Seb jumps, tugging the bottle away from his mouth to glare accusingly down at his chest, then back up at you.

“Assault-” He pointed the bottle at you, splashing some over the lip the water hitting your face. Seb’s mouth fell open in shock before he busted out laughing.

“Oh, ha ha laugh it up, Stan.” He glanced up at you, laughter still choking his words until you picked up a strawberry and chucked it at his face, the fruit bouncing off his cheek to land back on the cart. Seb’s laughter stopped, eyes glued to the strawberry, and it was your turn to laugh, stomach hurting as you bent at the waist to gulp air back into your lungs.

“Oh, it’s on.” Was the only warning you got before a handful of blueberries hit your head. You made eye contact with him, blinking slowly then lunged both of you reaching for the food, gripping sandwiches, bottles of water and pieces of fruit to chuck at each other. Seb’s laughter echoed off the hotel walls every time you caught him in the face or chest with a sandwich. He’d squared you right in the eye with some of the dragon fruit apologizing even as he dodged you shaking a bottle of water at him.

Slowly as the food fight progressed clothing items disappeared. Sebastian’s white shirt was a goner discarded without a second thought. You’d stripped your own button up off, using it to wipe your face of mashed fruit, your sandals long since forgotten, and the way your shorts stuck to your skin let you know Seb had won the water fight. When nothing but turkey sandwiches and the wraps with a bowl of strawberries Seb raised his hands in surrender. You considered for a moment, watching a blueberry fall out of his hair to land on his shoulders.

“You look delicious, Sebastian.”

“Eat me, Baby.” he grinned.

The rush of air that escaped him was satisfying as you full bodied tackled him to the ground. He laughed, wriggling beneath you to avoid your fingers as you dug them into his sides, poking at his armpits and rib cage his hips bucking, writhing beneath you until his hand caught your wrist and tugged you off flipping positions and getting his fingers beneath your shirt digging into your own ribs.

“Seb!” He grinned a flash of teeth, tongue sticking out at you before he ducks to blow a raspberry into your stomach, “Ah!” His teeth followed the raspberry, nipping and biting across your stomach making your cry of surprise turn into a groan.

“Say my name again,” He peeks up at you, “Say it.”

“Seb-” he shakes his head, flashing his teeth over the waist of your shorts, tongue darting out to lick at your skin.

“Bastian.” He bites down making you jump and gasp out, Seb’s tongue works at the bite mark, working your shorts down past your hips, stopping to nip and suck at your inner thighs making you squirm against him.

“Delicious.” He licks the jut of your knee, slipping your shorts down tossing them over his shoulder, his blue eyes catch yours, fingers skimming over your calf pulling your leg up and over his shoulder, “May I have a taste, Darling?”

You nod, arching into his mouth when his tongue touches you, fingers parting your folds to let him dive in tongue lapping you up. Sebastian was insatiable, eating you whole, gripping your thighs and hips every time you squirm and pull away, his dark hair clenched between your fingers, blue eyes looking up at you and closing in pleasure when you pull while his tongue circles your clit.

His mouth was fucking deadly, but you needed more.

“Bast-” You tug on his hair harder, “Bastian, please, come here.” He smirks, shaking his head and nipping at you.

“Fuck, Sebastian!” His fingers work you over the familiar burn building in your core, heat flickering deep inside you, “Fine.” Using your other foot, you press your heel into his shoulder and shove, making him raise a brow until he pulls off. Scrambling to your knees you shove him backwards, elbow knocking the cart and spilling the last bowl of strawberries.

“Baby-” His protest dies as you climb into his lap, working his own pants down, kicking them away while you take his half hard cock in your mouth, moaning when he curses out loud, “Babe, baby-” you pinch his thigh causing him to jump.

“Bag, over your head.” Seb nods, lifting, watching you lick over his head, your eyes caught with his as he reaches for the bag rooting around until he finds the box.

“Someone came prepared.” He rips the packet open, but never looks away.

You suck him down once more, feeling him tense underneath, refusing to looking away until he waves the ripped packet in the air.

With a pop you pull off, reaching for the condom, “Always, Handsome.” Rolling the condom on, you grabbed his hand, wrapping his fingers around his cock. Crawling up his body you catch him in a kiss, Seb balancing himself with one hand the other helping guide his cock into you until you could slide down his length sighing as he fills you up.

“I’m never getting over that,” He gasps, arm wrapping around your waist, face pressing into your chest.

“Fucking me? I should hope not.” You move, rolling your hips to feel him move inside you.

Seb bites your chest, “The noises you make when I slide inside you. You do this little breathy gasp that makes my knees weak.” His hand moves to your ass, squeezing it before helping move you over his cock, his lips hot and wet against a nipple, tongue catching the bar there and lapping over the nub.

“Fuck me often then,” You moan picking up speed, “You’ll hear it more.”

Something flashes in his eyes as he lifts his head to look at you, “Ride me, Baby.” His hand leaves your hips, reaching back to help keep his balance as you go off.

Being with Seb was addictive.

Your nails curl into his shoulders, your breath coming in quick gasps every time you squeeze around him. He was watching you, you could feel his eyes on you and when you looked he’s mouth was slack, the blue nearly gone.

“Bastian-” You slow down, bouncing on his cock the way he enjoys making him close his eyes in pleasure, his head tilting back for a moment before he snaps it forward again and reaches out for you.

“You only call me that during sex,” He starts, hands gripping your ass, spreading your cheeks and moving you faster. Up and down, up and down.

“That’s not true,”

He squeezes tighter, “You’re right,” He buries his face in the crook of your neck, sucking into the skin of your collarbone, “You say it in a whisper sometimes making me want to fuck you, but usually, Baby, usually you say it on a moan while I’m buried inside of you.” You were close, your toes tingling the feeling spreading up your thighs to tighten your core.

“I’m-”

“I fucking know-” He bites down on a nipple, looking up at you through those dark lashes and flashes a grin around the bar of your piercing. When he lets go, he peppers your neck in bruising kisses, working his way to your ear, his arm coming up to tighten around you and hold your chest close to his. The angle made your movements more shallow, your clit brushing the sparse hairs above his cock, “Come on my cock, Baby.”

You tighten around him, head falling back as your orgasm crashes through you, Seb’s hands on your ass keeping your body moving bringing the blinding pleasure into a painful dull ache that tingles through your thighs.

“Baby, look at me.” His fingers brush your chin, dragging you back to him, “Keep going-” He breathes on, lips touching your tongue sneaking out to lick over your top lip. You touch a hand to his chest feeling the erratic heart beat beneath your palm before shoving hard and pressing him down into the carpet.

Keep going wasn’t a probably everything about him made you want to stay here forever. Taking a deep breath, you slow down enough to run your nails over his chest, scraping them over his nipple to pull a groan out of his throat. The things this man fucking did to you, the things you would let him do to you.

“You’re fucking mesmerizing, Bastian.”

Seb shakes his head, “That’s you, Baby.”

You speed up, watching his face transform, transfixed by the mere sight of him beneath you.

The color of his eyes, the shape of his mouth the way his chest heaved as you rode him. Seb moved to grip your hips. Your thighs ached, sweat pooling between your bodies, but Seb was making the little noises he made right before he came, his eyes scrunched up, one hand going from your hip to your wrist and pulling you down to catch you in a crushing kiss.

His eyes closed, each thrust matching your downward stroke and something catches your eye. Reaching out with your free hand you pull out of the kiss listening to him whine under you, head tilting back, throat working over a groan and the moment your fingers find what you’re looking for you lift back up watching the way he pouts mouth opening to protest, but the strawberry cuts him off, eyes opening in shock, your hand dropping from his mouth to his throat to squeeze.

His entire body tenses eyes widening teeth biting down on the fruit as he comes undone.

He chews slowly during the aftershocks, hips moving carefully until he finishes the strawberry, “Holy shit.”

“I don’t know where that came from-”

He lets out a breathy laugh, helping you off him, rolling you over until you were resting along his side, “I know where I came.”

You did not grace that with a laugh, raising a brow as he chuckles at his own joke, “Better?”

“Yeah,” You kiss his shoulder, “I’m hungry now though.”

Seb groans, looking around the room for a wastebasket and wincing at the sight, “Clean up is going to be a bitch.”

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[musicallisto]

Ψ — 𝐜𝐨́𝐦𝐨 𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫; (leo valdez x reader)

@fives-cup-of-coffee​ requested: Hi can I please get Leo Valdez (Hoo) + number 142? Tysm,bb ! Love your blog💗💗 song: morat - cómo te atreves | 𝄞

summary: In which Leo Valdez was having a good day. That is, of course, until you showed up.

word count: 1.9k author notes: at first I wanted to make it light-hearted & comical as the song would suggest and then it progressively got more serious and angstier and then I just have no idea where it went lol I hate it here. I hope you like this! + stan Morat they’re amazing warnings: there’s like one bad word in Spanish and I hope it’s not too Spaniard bc I looked everywhere for a Mexican equivalent of “cagüendios” asdjdj Mexicans please correct me

𝐋𝐄𝐎 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐙 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 have had the boldness of saying he was having a good day. No bloodthirsty monster nor megalomaniac Titan had decided to take over the world or rip him to pieces; he hadn’t had to dodge a meteor or plunge into the heart of a volcano; and to top it all off, he had not heard Percy sing once.

No, really, despite the cold, biting wind that froze the February morning, Leo Valdez was having a good day.

That is, of course, until you showed up.

Maybe it was his wind-swept curls blocking his eyes, maybe it was the whirring of Festus’ mechanical breathing under his fingertips, maybe it was the total peace of mind that inhabited him as he whistled to himself, but he had been impervious to his surroundings, surrendered to the memory of his aerial stroll with Calypso earlier in the morning, completely devoted to patching the dragon’s attrition up, so much so that he hadn’t heard you approaching at all. In his defense, he wasn’t expecting your visit after this many years, especially not on a cold morning in the woods of Long Island.

“Leo?”

“Woah, buddy, your clicks are starting to sound more and more like a real human voice. I might have to celebrate your first word soon.”

“Leo Valdez, behind you.”

He whirled around, and stupidly enough, the first thought that went through his mind was disappointment—so Festus wasn’t learning human communication after all, despite his best efforts. But when Leo pushed the hair out of his face and devised for the first time in four years your slightly embarrassed figure, hands buried in your pockets and abashed smile on your face, he couldn’t stop his jaw and heart from dropping.

So the suspect, gravelly grunt he had heard just before was not Festus protesting—duly noted. It was you, impatiently—and rather awkwardly—scratching your throat to catch his attention... You! After four years!

“Y/N?” he called out, and the way your name rolled off his tongue, with incredulity yet ease, was enough to remind you of how familiar his voice had once been.

“In the flesh. Ta-da,” you tentatively exclaimed, unsure about whether you should step toward him.

Leo seemed just as lost and confused as you were, eyeing you without truly processing it. No one, nothing had ever prepared him to face the return of someone he’d loved so dearly after losing them for so long. No prophecy had foretold any of this, no mischievous god had ever sent a cryptic message in a dream or smoke patterns. One day he had more or less started to accept the unshakeable hole you had dug in his heart when you left, and that he had tried to fill up as well as he could with new memories and songs and adventures — and the next you were waltzing back into his life as though he hadn’t spent the better part of four years struggling to forget you?

He took a small step forward without realizing it, but his body language read all but cordiality. A bubble of irritation started to form in the pit of his stomach and throat; he had started to fidget with his adjustable spanner.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

Behind him, Festus grated, a low and rumbling sound like still water stirring upon the approach of a storm. Leo swore he heard his heartbeats echoed in the loyal beast’s enormous ribcage.

“What do you want from me, Y/N? Haven’t you done enough?”

Oh, you had done more than enough. When you were friends and he had first fallen for you — you had mended his broken heart, stayed by his side as everyone went on to celebrate life and renewal and he was stuck in the downpour that Calypso’s first departure had wreaked. That was more than enough. When you were just a little more than friends and he had started to learn anew, step by step, what it meant to love, and first and foremost let himself be loved — you had been patient and kind, you had walked hand in hand with him on the road to healing, never pushing him to go further than he could. That was more than enough. When you were definitely more than friends, and he had found himself falling deeper in love with you with each passing day — you had loved him all the same, or so you promised, and made his every day an adventure and a safe embrace like no other. That was more than he ever deserved.

When you had left without warning for some foreign place on the other side of the world, leaving him only a note and a handful of colored glass shards, never to give a sign of life in four years...

That was more than enough.

You had dared to take one step forward, palms outstretched as if you were calming a wild animal. A frenzy of conflicting flames bubbled in Leo’s stomach — you were a stranger now to him, and he was once again happy with Calypso. Then why did he get the overwhelming urge to jump into your arms and rediscover the sweetness of your embrace?

“I’m so sorry, Leo, I never wanted to leave, I truly didn’t, but you have to understand —”

“Understand what? That whatever business you had to attend to was more important than me? That I meant so little to you that you just left me a post-it note with a sad smiley face on it and never came back? You didn’t send a word in four years! I bet you didn’t even think about me on February 29th!”

“Actually I left in April, but —”

“Can you imagine how hard it was for me to get over you? To forget you? No, scratch that—I haven’t forgotten you, no matter how hard I try to convince myself. But I was doing just fine, and you have a whole lotta nerve coming back now that I’m finally happy without you! ¡Pues huevos! ¡Al carajo todo esto!”

And he went on and on in a string of all the curses he’d remembered from when his mother argued on the phone, his cheeks reddening progressively, his breath faltering.

You stayed immobile, just an arms’ length apart from him until he had spewed out everything he’d carried for years. His chest trembled, shuddering at all the dust and waste it had swept under the rug, now displayed in full light before him; and you ached for him, underneath your cool composure, you truly did, just as you had ached yourself when you had left. How could you not? Leo had been light and warmth and fire and a comforting smell of smoke and gasoline and coffee-stained fingertips on your cheek and your neck... and most of all, the heart you would least have wanted to break.

“Leo...”

You murmured his name a few more times, until he looked up at you. Oh, that face, red and weepy and distorted by rage and overwhelm! How you hated it in those moments, like a cheap mask over a Roman statue!

“Leo, I’m so sorry. I know it doesn’t excuse anything, but trust me, I would never have done that if it wasn’t absolutely necessary.”

“What was, Y/N? What was more important than me?”

“I... I can’t tell you, Leo. I would if I could, but — “

“Of course! Even after four years, you’re still so full of secrets!”

“Jupiter told me not to say anything. To anyone.”

Leo’s parted lips, already fuming with more witty remarks, closed shut, and his chocolate eyes widened. The god of gods’ name was always enough to temper even the most boisterous of heroes’ fumes of anger, but not Leo’s erratic heart.

“Jupiter?”

“I got a mission from the gods. That’s why I left. To Rome. But they made me swear I didn’t say anything... not even an excuse.”

Leo swallowed, with difficulty, as if the information was a toxic flame permeating his throat. Before he could even register it, you continued, breathing deeply to steady your breathing:

“I owe you more than an apology... an explanation, at least. If you want to hear it... meet me in the woods at the gate of Camp Half-Blood at sundown. I’d understand if you didn’t come, but... just know that I’ll be waiting for you.”

For a split second, you were traversed by the thought, almost automatic, of leaning over to kiss Leo’s cheek, just like you had done it thousands of times to wish him goodbye; but you cut your impulses fast enough, only staring at his eyes for a few long minutes of dumbfounded silence before you turned on your heels and left.

In a single blink, the wind had caught your silhouette and carried it into the shadows of the trees.

And Leo stood there, colder than he would have admitted, motionless and partly oblivious to Festus’ impatient whirring over his shoulder. His chest rose and fell rapidly, quicker than the leaves rustling in the breeze; it had dried in his eyes too much for any tears to well up, despite the painful pang spreading in his chest. Had it not been for the weight in his ribcage, he could’ve believed you were but a ghost in the forest...

When you had left him without a word nor even a glimpse of a smile, Jason had admonished him to be brave and stronger than whatever misery you had inflicted; to not let any of your little games gnaw at his head and drive him wild. It was how Jason had always dealt with heartbreak and hardship because he was built of cold marble and electric stone; but despite Leo’s best efforts to follow his advice, he was Hephaestus’s son. Neither of them was exactly known for their fine handling of matters of the heart...

He had believed his inalterable strength would come back to him with Calypso. It was an endless ebb and flow between the two of you, each consoling him after the other left and tore a little piece of his heart. She had promised she’d be better — better than you, or than herself the first time around, he didn’t know, but he had believed her all the same.

But maybe what Leo had mistakenly taken for strength when he laughed himself to death with Calypso and captured her entirely with his lips, might have been solely absence. He had always had a knack for following in your steps... just like you had slipped from his embrace without a word, he had disappeared from himself imperceptibly.

Maybe he loved Calypso, truly and sincerely... but not in the way that allowed him to find himself.

Well, to hell with courage, with Jason’s heroic virtue and rectitude. Leo was realizing just then that the reason he clung so desperately to your memory was that he wasn’t ready to let it go just yet, and if it made him a coward, he accepted the fate with open arms.

“Come on, buddy,” Leo exhaled, a little shaky still. “Let’s get you patched up before sundown.”

Maybe it was a good day after all.

Or just a less-than-awful one at the very least.

tagging; @fives-cup-of-coffee​​ @softeninglooks​​ (all my writing) / @lxncelot​​ (Riordanverse)

#mywriting #riordanverse #pjo #hoo #percy jackson #heroes of olympus #leo valdez #pjo imagine #hoo imagine #leo valdez imagine #leo valdez one-shot #leo valdez x reader #fives-cup-of-coffee

[divaola]

who are you?

name.  cherry 

star sign.   pisces  ( 🤡🥺😁)

height.   5′ 2″   ( 1,57cm )

middle name.   don’t have one

put your spotify on shuffle. first 6 songs?   (imagine dragons and AJR for the win...)

𝆕 jalebi baby by  tesher  &  jason derulo   𝆕 bones by imagine dragons 𝆕 way less sad by AJR 𝆕 record player by daisy the great  &  AJR  𝆕 follow you by imagine dragons  𝆕 we don’t talk about bruno 🙈🤷‍♀️  (  ʷᵉ ᵈᵒᶰ'ᵗ ᵗᵃˡᵏ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵇʳᵘᶰᵒ˒ ᶰᵒ˒ ᶰᵒ˒ ᶰᵒᵎ   )

ever had a poem / song written about you?   not that i recall, no

when was the last time you played air guitar?   i don’t play air guitar?

celebrity crush.   tom hiddleston 😍 tom holland 🥺😍 samara weaving 🌹 sebastian stan (ik he became problematic after the tom and pam & i don’t approve nor support that, but his face is 👌👌) and i don’t watch that much tv or movies so i don’t have much 🤷‍♀️ (samara is a hot babe 🔥😍) also i probably have a couple more but my brain is like tv static right now so yeah...

a sound you hate and a sound you love?   i HATE when people speak to me in like a zen voice, like, in super soft and low (not whispering though, i love whispering)  i LOVE tapping sounds, on basically anything, also crinkles, like you know bags between wrinkled or something like... asrm basically.

do you believe in ghosts?   yeah, have you watched the warrens documentaries? 

how about aliens?   i mean, it’s a large universe out there. i don’t believe we humans are the only living organisms... 

do you drive?   not yet! i plan to tho

if so, have you ever crashed?   i mean, i had tried driving once i did crash against some glass bottles in my garden 😁

what was the last book you read?   i re-read through my window for the umpteenth... 👈👈😎

do you like the smell of gasoline?   it makes me sick. i can’t go to gas stations without feeling sick to my stomach.

what was the last movie you saw?   i don’t really remember...  i’m more into documentaries and true crime videos like the psycho pisces i am 🙃

what’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?  oh, i think that’d be when i fell down the stairs, sorry... not fell, slid down the stairs... back pressed against the steps...  and i had a party that same night.............  i think i have scoliosis due to that tbh

do you have any obsessions right now?   crystals and positive energy, asmr, making soy candles, stress-shopping 🥴 (crystal and soy candles)  & incenses and all sorts of cleansing stuff...

do you tend to hold grudges?   sometimes, not so often though, depending on the situation, the person and my mood 🤷‍♀️

in a relationship?  no, i’m single af...  someone date me please 😫😫

totally stole it from @lockwoodtm   totally allowing you who’s reading this to steal it

#randomness at its finest ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️˃ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️ ✺ ﹙ STUFF ﹚ #looks like a cinnamon roll / is a cinnamon roll ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️˃ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️ ✺ ﹙ ME ﹚

[demonslayedher]

Any Kny character you've grown to love/appreciate more??

Thanks for waiting, Anon, I have been trying to really, really hard to narrow this down, but the answer remains: the vast majority of the cast. The only character I loved right away was Tanjiro and that love kept me watching, as with almost every new character I was like, "ugh, I hate this guy. Here I was, having fun being emotionally invested in a high quality anime, and this might ruin it for me." But then the instant I see a different side of their character, I'm like, "...Oh." To go into some examples...

Zenitsu: I could not stand him right away, I hate womanizers, and his conniptions would go on so long that they held up the story. But Gotouge/Ufotable strung me along perfectly, the first glimpse of Thunder Breath made me immediately pay attention and think, "oh, that was cool. I want to see more of that." Seeing him protect the box pretty firmly put him in the "I need to protect this child" box in my heart. And then the spider demon happens, and I'm sending desperate reaction messages to a friend like "NOOOOOO!!!! BABBBBBBBBBYYYYYYYY!!!!" And then he annoyed me all over again at the start of Functional Recovery, ahaha. It's hard to remember how annoyed I was because I'm such a Zen Stan now, and he was a very firm favorite of mine by the time I finished binging the anime up to the last couple episodes, which I waited for as they came out. Inosuke: He was one of the reasons I was curious about the series, I saw some promotional art and was super curious about Nezuko's muzzle (I was one of the people who thought it was some ancient scroll or something, haha) and the kid with the boar mask. The art I saw showed his face, and I assumed he'd be some kid with a cracking voice performed by a female seiyuu. As much as I love Matsuoka's performance now, initially, since I knew what his face looked like, I found it grossly off-putting the moment I heard it. Then every chaotic thing Inosuke did dug a deeper hole; I very quickly decided I hated him, especially when he started beating up on the kid I was starting to like. As his chaos subsided he just became a character I tolerated, and then this happened:

Images you can hear, am I right? This immediately flipped the "BABY" switch in my heart. It was also a lot of fun to understand the Inosuke memes I was seeing everywhere. So by the end of the anime, I loved, loved, loved, loved the Tanjiro/Zenitsu/Inosuke interactions and desperately wanted more (still didn't like how Zenitsu bothered Nezuko, though). I was so impatient for more, but the manga art looked disappointingly off-putting. I figured the anime was successful enough that there'd eventually be more of it, and I wanted to be patient, but then I poked around, read some spoilers, got back into Tumblr to look at fanart and memes, saw a spoiler image of Tanjiro affected by Muzan's poison and the binge-read began. (That's kind of a lie, but I'll get to that.) Let's back up a few episodes. There I was, having a great time, the guy who I forgot about from Episode 1 was back and haha, I guess everyone hates him, and the chick who I figured was going to be a medic who saves Zenitsu in the nick of time turned out to be savage, awesome. I was sending reactions to my friends who were ahead of me, and then we left off seeing the Pillars staring down Best Boy. And I...

Well. Uh. Here, I've dug up an old convo for you, my comments are in blue.

Immediately followed by a passionate vocal rant, which I have transcribed here:

“I feel like what happened was that the mangaka was sitting around with his assistants and was like, ‘welp, gotta make this whole cast of characters, they gotta be so-o-o-o many more levels of extreme than all the other characters I’ve had so far, which isn’t hard, because all of the background characters are cannon fodder and I’ve just gotta leave them all with black hair and no personality traits. So! Gotta go to the opposite of the spectrum with the BIG! POWERFUL! People so no-o-o-body can be normal.’ And so he and his assistants sat down, and they all wrote down just random words or traits, and them put ‘em all in a hat. And then for each character, they pulled out a few of them and said, ‘OK. We’re gonna put these things together, now we have a character.’ And he was probably also like, ‘Iiiiiiiiiiiii’ll flesh them out later. For now, they just need t’… be there, and make an impact. How do we make an impact? By making sure it’s super, super clear what their character traits are. Here, we’ll have this guy repeat the word //HADE//…. ////HA DEEE//// over and over and over… to show that he’s a /showy/ person. Because he /cares/ about that. And he //should// care because that is his character and that’s why he’s powerful.’ OH MY GOSH, it’s so dumb.”

......orz I feel like Genya looking back at how he acted at the end of the Final Selection. I'm sorry, Gotouge, I had not even encountered your love for these characters yet in your little alligator form. Nor had I encountered the yet unseen-sides of these traumatized dragons and tigers. ...*coughs* Um. So. I was pretty harsh.

So this was my mindset, I went into the manga not caring about most of these characters and just wanting more Kamaboko squad interactions and wanting to hurry up and catch up to the battle with Muzan. And it's worth stating that I didn't mean to read it at first. I encountered a few spoilers, and just wanted to look for the context surrounding those parts, and then hunt for the (non-existent) build-up to those parts, and so... uh.........

I read a lot of the manga out of order, and yeah, that did affect how much I cared about what was going on. I didn't actually properly process a lot of it until later re-reads. But to try to state some things simply about each Pillar:

Giyuu: He was just 'ok' to me for a long time, I could see the appeal for why people I knew were fangirling over him but he didn't do it for me. His soft spot for Tanjiro was indeed endearing, though, and I firmly liked him by the time chapter 200 came out and I was properly heartbroken on his behalf.

Shinobu: She was intriguing, and then I liked her as soon as I saw her savage side, she was one of the characters I went hunting for spoilers for.

Rengoku: That stare really put me off at first, but I fell for him over the process of Tanjiro falling for him. When I first finished the train arc I sat back and said, "wow! That's going to make for a good movie!" and then in psyching myself out for the movie several months in advance, I fell hook, line, and sinker and was totally excited for him each time I saw the trailers. And then the movie was *stunning* and I love him even more. Uzui: He was the Pillar I hated most upon first meeting them. I blame the repeated use of his catchphrase. But then when he let his hair down to sell the kiddos the change in design helped warm me up more to him, like, "oh, there was a human in there." It took a long time for him to become more interesting to me, and an uncharacteristically subtle journey to becoming a character I liked. I am currently getting more and more psyched out for him and eager to see how much more I'm going to like him with the shiny Ufotable treatment. Mitsuri: At first I didn't remember her name, I had code-named her as "Boobs." But I kinda had a feeling she was going to grow on me quickly, and I was right, she's one of my easy favorites now. Muichiro: Who? Oh yeah, that kid who always kinda fell to the wayside in my attention. I'd see a lot of Muichiro-themed blogs and hear a lot of little girls looking at merch and showing a clear favoritism of him, and I'd like always react like Muichiro and just be like, "...", and then when I read his major battles I was more emotionally invested in things going on concurrently with other characters, and I was still like, "...", and then two days ago I revisited a Muichiro scene and was suddenly like, "......OH!!! MUICHIRO!!!!!" Himejima: I never really hated Himejima, even if I found his first impression kind of wimpy (haha... oh, I was so wrong). I had a pretty easy acceptance of him too, so I would generally count him among characters I like, but if you were to ask me why, I'd draw a blank. It's kind of a weirdly mature, subdued appreciation for him rather than passionate fangirling. But weirdly when I was daydreaming the other day I found myself thinking, "if I had to marry someone in the KnY cast, it would be Himejima." So like, not a fiery romance, but I see him as my dependable, sturdy rock to grow old with??? What is up with you, sub-conscious?? Iguro: My interest in him rises and falls. Being a Mitsuri fan helped warm me up to his character in the first place, which was the emotional tie I needed since his backstory didn't grip me much (I found it a frustrating distraction while I was desperately reading weekly updates). Reading more subtle details about his character in the fanbooks has brought me around and made me more curious about him, like I'd really like to be a fly on the wall for the conversation he had with Uzui one day about their pasts.

Sanemi: Hahaha, wow. He was so unlikable in the beginning, wasn't he? His character design (yeah, the eyes) was really off-putting too. But then I got to know him and there was no going back, I got totally played. He's a character I'm pretty fond of now and one of the characters I've enjoyed delving into most in fanfic. To keep this answer from getting too long, for the vaaaaaast majority of the cast, I was initially like, "meh" or "OK" or "ew" but now am like, "EEEEEEEEE, I LOVE THIS TOTALLY RANDOM UNIMPORTANT SIDE CHARACTERRRRRRR" so you know... times change. And the more time I spend obsessed with Kimetsu no Yaiba, the more I like them all, so even the characters I'm lukewarm on will probably have their eventual days when they take over my heart and smash it.

#what do I even tag this? #it's not meta or nerdery #it's just me being a fangirl #Kimetsu no Yaiba #Demon Slayer