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bibbykins · 3 years

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Cookies and Fingertips (M)

Some Jimin loving! We love to see it! I hope you all enjoy this installation as I try to figure out how to properly flesh out characters in a drabble series. Am not sure how I’m doing there but I hope you all enjoy it nonetheless. As always, tips are not required but greatly appreciated, just like your thoughts! Pls share your thoughts though, they brighten my day!

Note: This is part of a drabble series The Household’s Bunny

Summary: You and Jimin met long before you moved in, and yet, you’re not sure if he even likes you. So what else is there to do but take every opportunity to talk to him until you figure it out?

Jimin has had a debilitating crush on you long before you moved in and he is almost positive there is no way you’d feel the same. And yet, he doesn’t have the strength to properly avoid you.

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: 18+, soft yandere-ish, obsessive thoughts, possessive thoughts, fingering, handjob, subspace, cum eating (sorta?), discussion of hospitalization, mentions of a stalker, mentions of passing out, the word “fat” is used, a moment of thigh riding, surprise kiss, insecurity

Jimin looked across the courtyard as his eyes remained fixated on your form. You were a simple second year in college and he was just a breath away from graduating. He first laid eyes on you a mere year ago and he can't remember what life was truly like before you smiled at him. You both had only ever exchanged pleasantries, so he opted to wait for the right time to make his move.

“That’s not true.” Your voice snapped Jimin from his staring contest with the PowerPoint slides, “That’s an antiquated idea, not a proven theory.” He looked to you, a couple rows down. You were plump and cute to say the least. He recognized you from a few of his courses. He had heard you were a double major in Art and… damn, what was the other?

The man you had rebutted had his face turning red, “It is proven, it was studied in 1973 with significant results yielded.” Jimin had no idea what you both were debating but he watched a sea of student nod in agreeance with you, some with the guy. What class was he even in? He looked at the PowerPoint slides, reading them for the first time today. Ah, he was in his psych of gender class. Maybe you were a psych major.

“In 1973, with no women in the participant pool, are you not seeing the issue in making a multi-gendered generalization whilst utilizing one genders perspective, a perspective that is also quite dated, mind you?” You cocked a brow and Jimin found himself a bit amused at the man who scoffed.

“You learn those words in high school two months ago?” He snapped back and Jimin grimaced along with most of the lecture hall.

“What? You need me to define them?” You quipped, eliciting some laughter as the professor regrouped.

“Ah, educational discourse.” The professor joked lightly as Jimin’s eyes remained fixed on you as you noticed a few lingering gazes on you, shrinking in your seat.

He saw you in the lunch hall, sitting alone, not uncommon for anyone in college, except your eyes were a bit puffy. Before he could even question the urge, he acted. Within a few steps, he was at your table and you looked up in confusion, “Uh, hi?” You meekly spoke and Jimin realized he had no plan.

“U-Uh, you… uh… do you like the cookies?” He forced out and immediately wished he could disappear.

You looked down at the cookie on your plate, “Uh, yes? Is-Is this a fat joke or do you actually want to know?” You asked cautiously.

Jimin’s eyes widened, “No, I mean yes, I mean no, I would never make fun of your weight.” He squeezed his eyes and sighed, not able to see your growing smile at his mental turmoil, “I have psych of gender with you and people rarely talk in that class so I thought you were pretty cool.” He smiled and he noticed you relax.

You nodded, smiling slightly, “Ah, I see. Thank you.” You beamed and it was like he felt the warmth from you, “I don’t do super well with attention but I also have poor impulse control.” You chuckled and he finally understood why you had cried and his heart strings were tugged a bit, “And yes, the cookies are good.” You split one in half and offered it to him.

Life goes by a lot quicker when one waits for the perfect opportunity. This much he found out quickly when he found himself a year later, looking across the courtyard at you, this time as your TA. He tried dating to get the daunting idea of talking to you after that singular interaction in which he forgot to give you his name from his mind to no avail. No matter, surely this would be the year.

”Jiminie is so hot!” Jimin continued to pretend not to hear his ex, Yoora, whine in your ear as he observed the intro to modern dance class.

You looked to her thoughtfully as you stretched, “You mean the TA, that is not that far away?” Your voice was lowered, but he could still hear you. He found himself listening closer, wondering if you remembered the singular interaction you both had. Yoora nodded in the corner of his eye.

“Yep.” She affirmed, “We dated, it was magical, and he’s still hot.” She mused and Jimin grimaced a bit, feeling bad he dated a girl that seemed to be a decent friend of yours, “Do you know him?”

Jimin perked up a bit, “We talked once, seems nice, is obviously hot.” You shrugged, “I doubt he remembers me, though.” You leaned down to reach past your left foot as Yoora urged you on with her eyes, “I had gotten into a weird debate with this one dude in a class we had and he saw me after, and I had just cried because I hate arguing and stares.” You and Yoora laughed a bit, “Then, he just came up to me and asked if I liked the cookies I were eating, and I wasn’t sure if he was calling me fat at first.” Yoora gasped and Jimin felt pain just thinking about the awkwardness, “He wasn’t, and he got cutely flustered when I asked and then I gave him half of my cookie and that’s all.” You moved to your other leg, “And then he never talked to me again.” You laughed and Jimin wanted the floor to swallow him.

Another year goes by. The day before he was going to try and ask you out, you were hospitalized. He didn't know how to even approach the topic with you, but he did try to be there for you throughout that year. The professor he was TA for insisted Jimin also utilize his emails, so all throughout your brief stay in medical care, it was him who received your bubbly emails. The emails full of little emoticons and exclamation points that made him giddy and took him hours to conceptualize a response to. Although you didn't know it was him giving you extensions and safe regards, he still meant it.

He was practicing when he got the email,

“Attention students,

We have received knowledge of an incident that has resulted in the hospitalization of a student that occurred within an apartment close to campus. Proper authorities have been notified and the student is recovering well. Please remain safe and vigilant.”

His face twisted in confusion when he got a text from the professor he was TA for that you were the student in question.

Throughout the semester, Jimin watched you with careful eyes as you slowly acclimated back to yourself. He wondered how he could have been so blinded by your smile that he couldn't properly see your eye bags or the way you looked over your shoulder when you thought no one was looking at you, or how he couldn't see he wasn't the only one looking at you.

When you returned, he watched your eyes relax and your guard go down again. He just wished he could've been there to help you get there. He trudged home one day and found you, and then his whole world was flipped by you again.

Since moving in, he found himself way more advanced with you than he ever imagined. You would plop next to him on the couch and give him a smile, "How was your day, Jiminie?" You beamed at him each time and he nearly choked on his spit each time.

He would mumble an answer and you would hum before watching TV with him, a show he deliberately put on each time he heard you come home. Eventually, you began watching competition shows together, theorizing who would win what. It was comfortable and close, and he found himself falling for you even harder.

"Do you wanna have lunch together?" Your voice pulled him from his thoughts in the practice room he had on his floor in the building. He had agreed to help with your final. The only time he could talk to you without it being a mental nightmare was when it was about dancing. The only time he could initiate contact was in this studio.

The studio gave him a certain air of confidence that even you could see. He wasn't a different person, more so multi-faceted. There was the shy and bumbling part of Jimin just as much as there was the sharp-eyed and focused Jimin. Not to mention the way his fingers would dance on your form as he gave you pointers made you unreasonably aroused.

Even so, determined to challenge himself, he nodded, "Lead the way." His voice was smooth even after two straight hours of practice and you wondered how he could look so hot work out clothes.

You both decided to pick up food and eat it at the studio. You sat across from each other as you ate in polite conversation. It was after you both picked up the food and sat on the floor you spoke up again, "You know, Jiminie." You started, eyes shyly fixated on the floor, "I wanted to thank you for not telling the guys about my, uh, incident a year ago." You finally looked him in the eyes, a soft smile on your face, "Not that it's a huge secret, especially on campus, but I just prefer to tell people myself." You mused.

He blinked, surprised you would thank him for something like that, "O-Of course, I mean, a lot of rumors were going around anyways, so even if I did want to tell them, I doubt I have only the facts." He shrugged, "It's not anyone else's business regardless."

You stifled a little giggle, "Yeah, some of the stories got a bit crazy." You sighed a bit, "From a stalker attacking me to me passing out in the middle of the street." Jimin looked up at you. You didn’t meet his gaze, most likely reliving the aftermath of the whole campus finding out you were hospitalized and are a cam girl in the same week. Not that you were ever hiding you job, but you just wished you could tell people on your own terms.

"Yeah, some crazy things get told in the Arts department." He murmured, "I only knew most of the facts because your TA for Professor Lee's class."

It was your turn to look up, but instead of confusion he saw a polite smile, "I know, silly." You chuckled and when you saw his confused face you looked at him incredulously, "Come on, you're Park Jimin! Of course I'm gonna know the 'hottest dance major'" You fake gushed and he finally broke a laugh, making you giddy.

"Of all things to know me by." He shook his head, smile still present.

You studied his face as his eyes scrunched and cheeks lifted, making you smile as well, "I've never made you smile before and your smile is so pretty." You mused, "I need to step up my comedy game."

"You've never seen me smile?" He looked surprised at this, considering he always smiled like an idiot when he stared longingly at you.

"I mean, sort of, but not to this degree." You shook your head, "I was starting to think you didn't like me for a while."

His eyes widened at this and he panicked, "No, no! I do like you, a lot!" He exclaimed, much to your amusement and to his dismay. You watched him get red with a grin.

He stammered, staring at his fork before he heard your melodious laugh. He looked up and his face softened at the sight of your smile, "You're too cute, Jiminie." You reached forward and pinched his cheek, making his breath hitch. Your cooing tone made something click inside him. He didn't want to be just cute to you, he wanted to be more than any adjective, he wanted to be yours.

He reached up, hand going to wrap around your wrist loosely, "I was the hottest a second ago and now I'm just cute?" A glint of confidence shown in his eye as he made you gulp, "Is that all you think of me, y/n?" Your own name coming from his mouth sent a shiver down your spine and a beat to your core.

You were in a trance while being eyed by the man with a vastly different energy than he had just moments ago. You shook your head lightly, "I think you're beautiful." He cocked a brow and you scrambled for more words, "I had a huge crush on you from the moment I gave you half of my cookie." You breathed before even thinking, snapping you back to reality as you watched his eyes widen, "Ah, me and my mouth!" You admonished yourself, "I didn't mean to make you uncomf-" You frantically moved to take your hand back only for his grip to tighten, pulling you forward, placing your hand at the nape of his neck while his arm wrapped around your waist.

You gulped at the newfound closeness, bodies nearly pressing against each other as he eyed you sharply, "Do you mean it?" He breathed, "You had a crush on me?" You made a move to slink away, but you he gracefully laid himself down with you on top of him, his thigh mere centimeters from your core and he gave you a mischievous smile, "Don't leave me hanging." He teased.

"I-I mean… yes, but can-"

He cut you off with a sigh and a laugh. You braced yourself for him to laugh at you, and say how weird it would be had you confessed and how weird the idea of you two together would be.

It's a song and dance you've seen many times as a hopeless romantic chubby girl. Of course, now you know you were just too much woman for such little men, emotionally little at the very least, but you would be a liar if you didn't still feel the hurt of humiliation. The last thing you wanted was to look into Jimin's eyes and find the same pitying glint, but you were nothing if not a bit brave, at least sometimes.

You forced your eyes from his chest to his gaze and found… an emotion you've only every seen in the eyes of your housemates, an emotion you don't quite know yet, even if you felt it too. At your curiosity, Jimin beamed at you further, "I'd be really frustrated right now if you weren’t on top of me." He chuckled a bit and explained further before you could ask why, "I have had such a huge crush on you for years now." You balk at this, shaking you head.

"That's not a funny joke, Jiminie." You huffed, "If I were even a bit more gullible, I would seriously believe you and then my feelings would be hurt-" He pulled you flush against him as he captured your mouth in a soft and sweet kiss. He was slow, but focused, in the way his mouth moved against yours.

Inside, though, Jimin was freaking out. What if you didn't actually want to kiss him? Why didn't he ask beforehand? Should he pull away? But your mouth feels so good. Are you kissing him back or is he just that enthusiastic?

You laid his worries to rest when you used the hand at his nape to pull him closer, mouth opening to nibble on his bottom lip. He groaned lightly, pulling you closer as his tongue mingled with your own and he pressed his thigh into the thin material of your leggings. You gasped at this and it was like a fire lit within him as he sat up and shifted you for your legs to be on both sides of him as he pressed his mouth onto yours further.

His fingertips danced along your form in a much different context than you were used to, but fuck, did it feel nice. Where one arm was securely holding your waist, his hand reached beneath your shirt, getting accustomed to the soft skin as he waited for you to nod. You wanted him to touch you further. You didn't understand what all these hot men wanted with you, but right now, it didn't matter one bit.

Jimin's eyes rolled back when he reached in your sports bra to run his fingers over your hardened nipples. You twitched against him as you gasped, fingers intertwining with his hair roughly, "Shit." He groaned at the sensation.

You both sloppily kissed as he explored your chest with his hands, moaning into each other's mouths at the euphoria of unresolved feelings coming to fruition and the sexual tension finally snapping as you gave him unrestricted access to feel you beneath his fingertips, "Wanted this for so long." He murmurs into your mouth, "So beautiful, fuck." The praises don't stop, and only further spur you wandering hand on as you feel his sculpted stomach.

"Wanna touch you." You whine as your fingers play with the waistband of his sweats and he nods, his own hand travelling down to cup your core, making you squeak, "Fuck, I'm so wet." You realized, half embarrassed and half aroused.

You could feel his amusement as he slipped his hand beneath your tights and panties to make skin to skin contact with your soaked core, and he didn't know how he made it this far, but he just wants to keep going as he feels you soak his hand, "Yeah, baby, you are, just for me." He moans when you follow his lead, hand wrapping around his hardened erection and giving a small squeeze, "Shit!" He gasps as you wiggled your hips against his hand, grinding yourself little by little.

Your hand massaged the head, smearing the precum as you begin stroking him. You both continue moaning into each other's mouths as his hips jerked and you twitched against his hands, "So fucking wet, baby, so sexy." He growled and he slipped a finger inside of you, him groaning at your pulsating warmth wrapped around his finger, "Slid right in, angel." He praises and you let out a choked gasp and he presses his thumb against your clit.

He drank your moans into his mouth like they were an oasis in the desert, and he’s not sure how he’s lived this long without them. Without you by his side and in his arms. He held you close, refusing to even consider loosening his grip because your body against his was bliss in the highest form. You were his, even if just in this moment, and you would be nobody else’s. Nobody could make him feel the way you do, and he, along with the other men that resided in the building, were determined to hold the same monopoly over your emotions. He refused to entertain the idea of anyone beyond this building making you feel anything close to what he was now as he pushed a second finger in, relishing in the strangled moan you gave as you babbled about feeling full.

With the excitement of his dream girl dripping against his hand and your own hand working expertly on his dick, Jimin could feel himself getting close and you could tell from the breathy whines he gave you as he began thrusting his hips in time with his fingers inside you, "Cum for me, Jiminie." You purred before licking at his tongue and he came beautifully with his eyes screwed shut and mouth open as you swiveled your hips agains his, now two, fingers.

"Baby, so good." He whined as his high settled down. He shifted all focus to you and your impending orgasm as he watched you fuck yourself onto his hand, "Feeling good, darling?" He asked teasingly and you nodded dumbly, lips pressed together as you felt your high approach, "I can feel you clenching around my fingers, fuck, you gonna cum in my hand all pretty?" He cooed and you nodded as he met your thrusts, making you clutch onto him harder.

"Can I cum?" You whimpered and Jimin could almost feel himself get hard again at how willing you were to give him the reigns.

"Because you asked so sweetly, of course my love." He let the name slip before you both could even acknowledge it consciously. However, the closeness and the intimacy of it all sent you over the edge and you bit down on his shoulder in attempt to hide how loud you were. He held you close, not minding one bit at the mark you were surely leaving as he fucked you through your orgasm, "Felt good, angel?" He mused and you tucked your face into his neck as you nodded, holding him close as his finger stilled but kept you full until he felt you relax.

You both giggled as you met eyes, licking the other person's cum off of your hands, "Thank you Jiminie." You hummed cheerily.

"Thank you, bunny." He chided before giving you a kiss, "We all really, really, like you, you know that right?" He asked and noticed your hesitation.

"Sure, but people can be sexually attracted to me and not want to… be with me." You spoke wistfully, "People can like me and not want to be with me." You let out a humorless laugh, "And few things make me feel as dumb as getting my hopes up for no reason." Although you had a tendency to do it time and time again.

"Don't be scared to assume we want you as much as you, hopefully, want us." He spoke quickly before he planted another kiss on you and the affection made you smile.

"You realize the irony of the statement coming from you, right?" You chuckled as he helped you stand on shaky legs before just carrying you, "I cum once for you and all of sudden you know everything and are all confident." You chided, unsure how to process his words yet, mind hazy from your orgasm.

"What can I say? You opened my third eye." He joked and you rolled your eyes before leaning your head on his shoulder, enjoying his embrace, the idea of your housemates loving you back seeming just slightly less like an outlandish fantasy, "Although, it will wear off and then we'll have to do it all over again." He sighed dramatically and you giggled.

"What a shame." You fake gasped, "I hate engaging in sexual relations with hot guys." You complained sarcastically.

"So you do think I'm hot!" Jimin cheered triumphantly.

You laughed against him and realized the only times you felt so free were with your beloved housemates. You wondered if they felt the same. You also found a more insecure part wondering for how long they would feel that way. How long would it be until a girl, or several, much prettier than you or less needy catches their attention. You wondered if you could take the pain of watching the sincerity drain from their eyes just as you've seen in your mom, your dad, your uncle, your first relationship to your last. You wondered what it was about you that made it so easy to be left behind.

Jimin's phone pinged, ripping you from your melancholic thoughts. He sighed, pulling it out and you fought the urge to see if it was another person vying for his romantic attention. He didn't belong to you, even if you wanted him to, "Ah, Namjoon wants to know if you want the demo for the new zombie game he's working on and Jin wants to know if you'd like your first pick of the new stickers he got, and Hoseok wants to try a new hairstyle on you and ah, they all sent me something to ask you…. Gosh, they all think I'm your secretary when we're together." He whined and you held onto him tighter with a light laugh as he went through everyone's inquiries for you.

You also found yourself how you went on this long without them and how you could even consider hesitating if they asked you to stay with them for much longer.

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jerichomere · 3 years

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MBS EPISODE EIGHHHHT

weak. I hate to say it but I could feel it in my heart from the start. It had good moments but this episode just didn’t bring it home. I’m going to break this up into my usual notes and then some general evaluation. Notes: What is the deal with curtain and food? He has so many weird scenes with meals.. there’s probably some hidden meaning here but I don’t know what it is And they didn’t get to chuck-root the school :((((( Constance? Wants to pour acid on curtain’s feet Haha I liked Kate’s little “Nyoope” when the recruiters found her Martina redemption and the fighting tetherball team, sure Jackson and Jillson get even more unhinged. they terrify me We got Kate yeeting Constance up the tower, but her bucket had a built in rope motor somehow WE GOT KATIE-KAT but we didn’t get Sorry it took me so long And Milligan’s still moody instead of joyous Go Constance, break the thing, yay Number Two and Rhonda had some real shippy energy in this episode and PLEASE they are SISTERS Two more close profile shots of curtain in this episode, one where he is physically shorter than Milligan but dominating the interaction, and one where he’s physically looking down at Reynie but Reynie’s getting to him. Reynie has a heart to heart and curtain passes out. That’s different. Sticky even said, “it’s anger” and he was like “no, it’s vulnerability” oooooookay then. The whisperer is not an intercom/loudspeaker. sheesh. So the kiddos leave and the twins talk, resolving nothing, then curtain escapes REYNIE AND MISS PERUMAL NO COMPLAINTS HERE *sobs* Kate and Madge at the end <3 Constance refuses adoption!?!?!?!??! And no age reveal obviously rip Sticky’s family redemption he’s going to the totally not made up Boatwright Academy now Mr Benedict is like, I love you all, no snowball fight, the end. SIKE Curtain, SQ, and a totally real engineer lady are on a BOAT. You know, I felt bad for the engineer this whole series, as she is portrayed as kind of doing the technical work hoping it’ll be used for good, while curtain abuses its practical application, but her mood really shifted in that last scene. She was like heheh hey guy that I know is definitely is evil, howabout this mysterious blueprint... are they really trying to set up the sequel. Some tree branches will have to get pretttty bent.

Evaluation: keep reading! (sorry it gets long)

To recap what I’ve said from the start, I think the casting is fantastic but the tone is wrong. The darker, more saturated filter, the isolating camera shots, and very understated music make things colder and stilted. This is a constant throughout the whole series. The book was warm, messy, and full of charm, which I didn’t feel watching the show.

characters were.. compromised? Mr B starts off with a LIE about test winners going to Boatwright Academy. That undermines EVERYTHING he does from then on. “Regrettable but necessary” DOESN’T cut it. He’s also just so anxious and jittery instead of his gentile, kind, strong book self. Just from the show, they didn’t frame his genius very well. He seems more like a fool. Not really confidence-inspiring. In the same way, Being directed to cheat is one thing, but Reynie should NOT have lied to SQ to manipulate him into seeing the forest or whatever. Yeah reynie felt bad about it and SQ called him on it, but this is like the core values of our protagonist team, the strong love for truth. Also, I feel like in the show Reynie’s leadership isn’t highlighted. Like, everyone else has their thing but you almost wonder why he’s framed as the main character. The girls got bonding and the boys got bonding but there was hardly opportunity for him to really bring the team together into a cohesive unit Also, as much as I love Number Two’s life of crime (because it’s funny), she too should have that love of truth, but instead regularly does unlawful things. AND they never explained her eating, and even stopped having yellow clothes :( Additionally, the side story of her and Rhonda’s friction (entertaining I suppose) also really changed the character dynamic. In the book, the adult team was unwavering and wise, a sturdy basis for the perilous missions of the children. But their internal strife, while adding drama, makes them seem unreliable and less absolutely good and trustworthy. And I think trust and integrity are key parts of the book’s solid narrative. Constance’s refusal of the adoption felt wrong too. She was like, “Respectfully decline, but. I’ll stick around here.” I think they were trying to keep going with her contrariness, but it just comes across as foolish pride? Constance is a LITTLE GIRL. She DESERVES a FAMILY. SHE DESERVES A LOVING PARENT (and two wonderful sisters). Yeah family doesn’t have to be by blood OR lawful paperwork, but her actions in this scene really just. cuts off the feels at the knees. We KNOW she’s strong and independent but that doesn’t mean she HAS TO BE or even necessarily WANTS to be all the time. Over the course of the series we see her warming up to people, a kind word here, a little smile there, but this adoption refusal is.. harsh. Then we’ve got Sticky. Yes, he struggles with the comfort of the whisperer. And he overcomes it. BUT in one of the earlier episodes, they had him fighting with the team, defending the whisperer, dismissing his friends... and I count this as betrayal. It may be extreme on my part, but I think he went too far. The Society is the Society. In the book he bested his fears for them and with their support. Yeah he desperately wanted to just give in but he had PRINCIPLES and knew why he couldn’t. His honor, his responsibility to stop curtain, and his loyalty to his friends got him though. But in the show he just dumped them. And then was like, oh oops jk I’m back. (I knowwwwww the book has the privilege of being able to explain characters’ thought processes and emotional states, while shows have to work with more tangible actions and words but stilll I did not Like That) And finally, curtain wasn’t smart. He had hired people doing all the work. He just used it to his ends. Less evil genius and more manipulating creep. But this? I’m more ok with. As an villain, he got the job done. But this makes him less of a foil for Mr Benedict and more of an antagonist, if that makes sense. In the book they never knew each other, but were both alone in the world and greatly smart, and they chose verrry different paths. Whereas in the show he and B were always kind of opposites, warring in motivation and method from the start.

Let’s talk about the boss battle (such as it was). I said it was weak and I meant it. The book is heart pounding. There is so much going on, and so many people in play, the narration jumping all over the place in real time, all culminating in that clash at the top of the tower. Now, the show... the highs weren’t the highs. It felt more like checking off story points. Kate and constance outside - check. Resist the whisperer to stall for time - check. Milligan reveal - check. Reynie starting to figure out narcolepsy triggers - check. Constance shouting then you are the greatest fool of all - um, no, that didn’t happen. Constance defeating the whisperer - check. Curtain escapes - check. We got zero action. No good fights. I know Emmy Deoliveira is a kid and I’m not mad at her for not being able to do action sequences or run with Constance piggyback. But there was almost no physical conflict on-screen, and that’s Kate’s real time to shine. Also they had Number two and Rhonda in the tower ready to fight and then they just didn’t. All this build up for nothing. Furthermore, and I think this is the biggest problem, there was no momentum. Yeah they cut from scene to scene, but the music and tone cut scene-to-scene too. So there was like, dramatic music, Kate’s ready to fight! Get hyped! and then cut to absolutely silent, mr curtain staring at someone. feel mildly disturbed. and then cut to Rhonda and Number two being friends and ready to fight! Aww! And yay! Get hyped! And then cut back to Sticky sitting in a chair, dead silent. It goes on like this. The music, the urgency, should have carried throughout, building in intensity and desperation as the kids come together and curtain unravels more and more and then BAM! curtain down and OH NO! the whisperer and finally Constance’s “I... DON”T.... CARE!!!” and then the madcap escape from the island. Watching, I just couldn’t get swept away. Storywise, they tied it all up and logically it made sense but the emotional culmination just wasn’t there. It was over and done too quick. It fell flat. I didn’t feel the struggle, the suspense. And then they gave us a fabricated Mr B and Curtain conversation that didn’t really help anything. And then the falling action had some nice moments but as I mentioned, the things with constance and sticky kind of made it feel less relieving, joyful, and sweet. I know a snowball fight is elaborate to set and film but I would have loved to see it.

Final thoughts I can’t help but love the kids. I’ll say it again, I sure liked this casting. And for all the changes they had to make, the original central plot was there, and most of the characters were recognizable even with all the alterations. So I did have problems with some of that underlying integrity, as well as the overall tone and execution, but I also laughed at the little funny things, jammed to the title theme, and was excited to see this, my favorite book in the world, get more recognition. I can’t imagine how hard it would be to adapt a work of prose into an audiovisual medium, and considering how outlandish the book sometimes got, they gave it their best shot. I didn’t love it but I can recognize the accomplishment. In terms of faithful and well-made adaptations, on a scale of Percy Jackson to Harry Potter, I’d give The Mysterious Benedict Society a 6.5/10.

#mbs #The Mysterious Benedict Society

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super-hero-girls-netflix · 3 years

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What if a superhero accidentally killed a villian? How does the crew react to that?

Wowza, uhmm there are a lot of layers to this question and I'm very glad you asked it.

1. Who the villain was- what kind of villain was killed? What kind of crimes did the villain commit?

Obviously if the villain was a serial killer his/her death wouldn't be as much as a scandal if (s)he were a common burglar.

And they wouldn't mourn Starro's death the way they would if they killed Catwoman. Since Catwoman is human with a human mind.

If they killed a brainless monster or a being of destruction the heroes as a whole wouldn't mourn as much. Maybe a bit of regret but to them Starro's death would be equal to the death of a deer. Or maybe even a rabies infested dog. Most likely killing Starro would be a victory.

If they killed Catwoman, who is human they would all be terribly guilt-ridden. Same for any of the other villains. I wouldn't be surprised if they fell into a state of depression. Of course how hard they take it depends on the rest of the questions.

If they killed a common burglar- a petty thief- they'd be absolutely horrified. They'd question their morality, they'd be miserable. And depressed. But this also depends on the rest of the questions.

If they, by chance, kill a serial killer they'd be able to justify to themselves. That 'way goes around comes around'. They'd still feel terrible but it wouldn't be the same as the scenario above.

2. When did it happened?

Did it happen during the day? The night? People are more vulnerable at night and daytime can add detail to the memory of the kill.

Did it happen before the villains scheme to go into action? After?

If it's after, and if the scheme is nefarious like...say, letting Metropolis get destroyed by a meteor then it's likely that the sting of killing someone wouldn't be as terrible as if it was before the villain did anything and we're still technically innocent.

3. Who killed the villain?

Okay this may seem weird but depending on who did it the reactions of the killer and the team can be very different.

If Diana did it the team might fall apart because Diana would definitely fall apart. Diana, at heart, believes that most people are good. And strives to protect them. If she were the cause of another's death no matter how terrible the person she'd come undone. The team might follow her example or strive to help her amend her mistakes.

If Jess did it she'd be a total wreck. After all after becoming a superhero her pacifist ideas have loosened a bit. She went from avoiding and actively discouraging violence to getting involved and actively protecting. (Remember the misgiving tree? She mourned a tree.) She'd shut in, depression would claim her. She might even forfeit the ring and refuse to become a hero ever again. The team would try to convince her otherwise but she is pretty stubborn. Of course the reaction would greatly depend on the rest of the questions.

If Zee did it she'd be completely blindsided and fears her had pushed aside will come back full force. Fears of her magic, of her own darkness. Depending on the degree of the criminal her response will very much vary. If it's a petty crime she'll be a wreck. Same if it's the popular villain gang. But if it's a serial killer or something she might pretend to brush it off. Pretend to believe her friends consolation. Pretend she doesn't feel guilty. But it would eat her up and she would self-destruct. The other variables will also be mentioned later. The girls would react accordingly seeing through her acting and trying their best to help her move past it.

If Kara did it it would bring a lot of darkness. All of the times someone called her evil or dark or stupid will consume her an either...she will believe it or she will rise from it. This largely depends on who she kills and how she does it's and how the girls react to it. The girls reactions will range from supportive to worried for her.

If Babs did it her whole mindset would shift. Maybe she'd become dark and gloomy. Maybe she'd become paranoid after all her father is a cop. Maybe she'd numb herself to the guilt. Of course this largely depends on who she kills. If it's a petty thief she'd definitely throw in the towel or at least seriously question her worth as a superhero. Same if she kills the popular villain gang. A serial killer (this is just an example) or Starro would just grey up her mind set not quite enough to take down her will to do good. A lot also depends on the other questions. Her team would be terrified for her, after all Babs isn't Babs without her excited smile and will to do good...but they'd be supportive if not overly protective. Just like they would for the rest.

If Karen does it I don't even know what will happen. She is so complex and has anxiety and is angry, it's hard to pinpoint exactly how she'd react. Especially since she's so human and contradictory. An enigma. But I think it the death can be justified it will be. Karen is very practical. But then again her anxiety might kick in and bring with it depression. She might find herself as lacking, think everyone hates her. I don't doubt that the SHG squad would work hard to put her at ease and protect her from her own thoughts.

4. How was the villain killed?

This is also an essential question to ask yourself when imagining the girls reactions.

Please imagine this:

Don't read if you are the squamish type.

Batgirl slitting a villains throat with a throwing knife.

Now... Zee sending them to another dimension in where they can't breath the air and die.

Both terrible gruesome deaths, right? But how come Babs' scenario sounds so much worse? It's more personal, a blade stained with blood is more vivid then a (wo)man disappearing and never returning, isn't it?

If the villain- forget the level of evilness- was strangled to death by the lasso (intentional or not) it would be deemed worse than one superpunch to the head...worse than instant death.

It's simply deemed worse when a person suffers before their death. Simple as that. It's also worse when you can see the death or when it's ugly- like a super shock to the brain (courtesy of Bumblebee) would be less scarring to see then having your intestines ripped out.

5. What was at stake?

This is a curious question. One often overlooked but it's actually very important.

If the kill was done as many civilian lives were at risk the kill can be seen or even interpreted as something heroic. If the kill was done by someone who was torturing people or holding hostages than it can be see as if the death was nesecary even.

But if the kill was flat out without saving other lives it isn't as 'acceptable'.

Hey, don't look at me! The human mind is weird.

6. Was it purposeful or accidental?

Okay obviously if the death was purposeful there is going to be slim chances of redemption or even regret. In fact if it's purposeful it shifts from kill to murder. Which is bad. (Though I can't see this ever happening)

If it's accidental then there's a lot of emotional turmoil. And pain and regret. It will be a long road to recovery if it's even possible- knowing these girls they will bounce back- and even longer or shorter considering the other mentioned aspects.

(I'm just adding this for anyone wondering but don't worry I remember the question. 😁)

7. Where there any witnesses?

The media and the view of others can grandly affect how the SHG squad heal.

If the media paint them as hero's depending on the circumstances they might bring to believe it or it will in turn make them feel more guilt. A life is a life after all.

If the media paint them as dangerous vigilante threats (as no doubt Lex Luthor would try) then either they'd get on the defensive (insisting it wasn't their fault), believe and submit to the public opinion (like Kara has done before), or become bitter and forget their original mission to do good.

Media and the public opinion can greatly support or hinder their overcoming of the death.

Also, having another account of what happened can warp how the killer remembers the kill. That's why in investigations the detectives don't like when witnesses discuss what they saw to each other since it might alter the memory.

8. Was the villain more at fault for the death or the hero?

This is pretty straightforward.

Did the villain trip over Wonder Woman's lasso and tumbled to their death? Or did the villain misuse one of Batgirls gadgets and blow themselves up?

If so, the heroes aren't truly at fault. Just maybe partially responsible.

And I have no doubt the SHG squad will recognize this and support the hero sort of responsible for the death.

9. Was the villain already injured before the fight? Or was the hero?

This is kind of a weird question, right?? Well it can be a real game changer. If the villain- say they are human- was already dying of cancer it might not seem as terrible. Or if the hero was sort of drugged and that affected their performance than can they truly be held accountable for their actions? (OF COURSE) Like isn't it the drugs fault that Kara wasn't able to fully control her strength or that Babs' aim was muddled?

Of course it doesn't excuse the death, of course not. But now there's an excuse. Something to blame.

Same if the villain came out with an injury. Is it truly the hero's fault that the villain wasn't as capable for the fight as usual?

It might seem silly and morally dubious but it is a legitimate factor that would come to play in their moral crisis. After all human minds seeks to justify their actions, even the purest and goodest (yes, I said 'goodest'. Deal with it) of minds do that.

10. What emotions were involved?

This is truly a game changer.

Was Zee angry when she cast the curse?

Was Kara angry when she threw the punch?

Was Diana angry when she attacked her opponent?

Was Babs angry when she aimed the blade?

Was Karen angry when she aimed dher blasters?

Was Jess angry when she fought the villain?

That anger can be confused by themselves in the fight as murderous intent. Anger or any negative emotion can be confused as hope for the villains harm.

If the reason for the fight was revenge than the SHG killer would think themselves evil. Which will affect them greatly.

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So.... that's that. In case you didn't know kill means to take a life. While murder means to take a life with malicious intent.

Thanks for being patient!!

Note: I know this was long and a short reply was probably expected but I really liked your Ask and how complex it was and I wanted to make sure it was paid the proper amount of attention.

Happy day!!

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welcometomyrandompersonality · 3 years

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Let’s talk PTSD Nightmares

Keeping in mind- this just applies to me. I have PTSD from childhood abuse. Yes it’s real. Yes it’s debilitating.

So I am having a horrible time rn so I feel like sharing what my nightmares function like. TW for mental health issues, abuse, aggression etc.

Everyone experiences ptsd differently. Triggers, reactions, dreams. All of it can and will be different from case to case. I can only speak for myself.

Post continues after a cute penguin gif because I’m on mobile and don’t know how to make the “Read more” button.

Alright let’s get into this. Last warning that TW content is gonna happen. My background and what happened to “justify” the dream will happen in each category.

Let’s talk about the Kinda Weird category:

These are the ones I have that are obviously trauma related-but I’m not in danger or too horribly upset or uncomfortable. For instance last night I screamed at my step mom in my dream. Felt therapeutic in the moment- triggering upon waking.

This woman hated me. She lies daily to my siblings that I don’t love them. I was disowned at 19 for reporting my dads abuse towards them. Clearly I love them a hell of a lot.

But when I woke up i was momentarily proud I chewed out my abuser and won the argument. Then it faded to wondering if she was right to hate me (obviously a result of manipulation and gas lighting), I couldn’t even stop it or try my coping mechanisms because it was basically my first thought of full consciousness this morning- once full panic or self hate kicks in for me I basically have to just let it run it’s course and distract myself so I don’t relapse.

Could be stress, but more vivid

This category is kind of the grey area. I’ve had nightmares since I was a kid. They change as I get older.

In this category (and spills into the next) are things like monsters, school nightmares, etc.

I have two examples for this category- one much more likely to be ptsd than stress and the other more grey area.

1) from a young age I would have nightmares about a giant robot destroying everything. This would go on and on and eventually I would find the magic weapon that defeated it right before it killed me. I would defeat it at the last second. This always took place in the first neighborhood I remember. Clearly ptsd, the house went to my abuser in the divorce, the robot is obviously representative of my abuser, the weapon a desire to defeat abuse and succeeding. At the same time I had just been exposed to Iron Giant and Wizard of Oz (I always melted the robot with the garden hose) when they started and those tones are common in this.

2) In middle school I started having a nightmare about the school nurse turning into the swamp monster and chasing me and my friends through the school. This is a gray area because I have ALOT of dreams about being chased and unable to escape. But I was also in middle school and isn’t that just a rough time for everyone?

OPE:

This category is the really bad ones- the ones people who dream rarely etc might get freaked out by.

These are the dreams where I’m in immediate danger or die. I won’t describe details because I’ll probably get banned or something. A lot have me failing at saving myself or others. Stands up for myself and get attacked. Most recently dreamt: I flipped off a driver for almost hitting me (as a pedestrian). Felt good, tried to get in my car and he blocked me in. The locks on the doors failed. Another driver joined in the attack. I forced myself awake as things turned violent. Before my current therapist I would not have been able to escape that dream. I have a sleep disorders that makes it hard to wake up fully a lot of the time. I’m able to change the topic of dream better now and at least end one nightmare most of the time. I’ve been injured in these dreams. Bad shit happens in these dreams. And they’re all about me failing. (Imagine how much of a stink my abuser gave me over Cs in school)

Through good therapy and self practice I’ve been able to start to manage my nightmares more. I’m starting to recognizing when I’m dreaming-meaning I sometimes have control over if I can wake up enough to end it or change it. Sometimes I can’t but it’s slowly easier to move forward from them. Sometimes I know I’m dreaming and I can’t wake up at all. I wake up and scream for help through dream-ception™️ until I get to the last level and wake up with my whole body rigid and sweaty and shaking. My Apple Watch loves watchingy heart rate spike during this. Honestly these are my least favorite (hey you gotta rank it when you have as many dreams as I do)

I do have “normal” dreams too. Some favs include anything based in a fandom, my partner and I, blissful witch things lol

These are just my ptsd dreams. Everyone is different and sources of trauma and reactions to it vary greatly. Remember ptsd can show up in everything from severe anxiety to specifically doing everything the anxious person would cry to even think about. It can be openness to talk to everyone about the trauma, or it can be refusal to discuss it.

#ptsd #ptsd recovery #ptsd tw #actuallyptsd #mental health #mentalheathawareness #dreams #sleep #fuckery #now you know #knowledge #anxitey #depression

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maiaphaelsource · 4 years

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I was the anon who sent you the trans Raphael headcanons ask on your other blog, do you have any more? With some trans Maia thrown in too🥺 like Magnus being the best trans dad to his son and the love of his sons life and being supportive and loving. Raphael kissing Maia on the forehead and telling her how beautiful she is, you know? Cute shit like that

yes!!! hello!!! i hope you know i love you and you're my favorite person in the world!! thank you so much for this ask!

okay so i’ll begin with the specifics... magnus is absolutely THE trans dad to both of them. not only with practical stuff like offering to help them with glamours, magical transitioning, stuff like that, but just... being so supportive and understanding. he’s always there, and he has so many stories to share, so many people he’s met who had happy lives. he was there for stonewall, he’s met Marsha P. Johnson and Sylvia Rivera, and it’s just so heartwarming for the both of them to talk to him about that, you know? that feeling of not being alone in history, of knowing that there are and were other people like you, that you’ve always existed.... it’s just great

also in maia’s case since she also lives a partially mundane life he just solves all her documentation problems like deadname? gone forever. no registers. you’re welcome. the first time maia sees her document with her name she almost cries and she throws herself in magnus’ arms and magnus is so touched and moved and shocked you know? like the gratitude and the affection and she’s just thanking him and he’s so moved and raphael just watches with a little smile in his face because he knows that magnus is moved by the display, even if he won’t say it. and maybe he tells magnus that later? like, “your kindness means more to others than you imagine,” and of course magnus isn’t important just because he’s kind but he’s used to not being recognized for his services (ahem especially by CERTAIN people) and it’s nice to see that being appreciated, you know?

plus, maia makes it a point to pay him and magnus is all like “i couldn’t possibly take payment for something like that. it’s the least you deserve” so instead maia teaches him her secret sangria recipe. magnus is super pleased but he also jokes that now he has one less excuse for inviting them over. and raphael goes, super seriously, “you never need an excuse” and magnus just melts

raphael kissing her forehead! yes! tbh i think they both love forehead kisses (as well as hand kisses and shoulder kisses) and sometimes when she’s feeling dysphoric or upset for any reason she likes just... lying down on raphael’s chest and letting him pet her hair and kiss her forehead and tell her that it’s alright, bella, te quiero

and YES he just makes it a point to talk about how beautiful she is constantly and kiss down her whole body (not sexually of course, just sweetly?) and she giggles and it’s fun :’) sometimes things get to her, especially after jordan’s constant transphobic/racist rethoric, and it’s nice that raphael always makes it a point to tell her she’s beautiful and amazing and he loves her. and he always does it in such a matter of fact way, but also intense, you know? he has her close and he says shit like “you’re the most beautiful woman i’ve ever met” and she melts

as for general headcanons!

maia figured out she was trans relatively early in life, and it’s the reason she always knew she’d have to run away from her parents’ house. she was basically only planning until she had enough to be able to survive without them. but also, jordan and wanting to be able to “be with her already” rushed her out of home when she was finishing high school

raphael and maia are absolutely willing to throw down for each other if someone’s transphobic and that’s that on that. someone being transphobic to raphael? fine, he can handle his own, he’ll end them with his words and do it with a pleasant smile. someone being transphobic to maia? they’ll be met with the usual cutting sarcasm until they back down. but if the other catches you doing that? you’ll be thrown against the wall and threatened/punched in the face so fast you won’t even know what the fuck happened

a lot of baby trans downworlders start coming to them! they’re already an iconic couple for many reasons, what with being a werewolf/vampire couple, a black/latino couple (we need more black/latino couples okay! desperately! and black/native and native/latino too! i want more poc solidarity and romance!), and an iconique trans couple. people just feel comfortable going to them because they’ve brought so much change and are so accepting you know?

it still surprises raphael, even after years on end, that so many people come to him for help with that. he never thought that he would be seen as the kind of person people can go to, and yet here he is. after being told for most of his life that he was cold/unfeeling/threatening/weird... it’s nice to be valued like that, to be seen as someone who can be soft and provide comfort and love, too

same goes for maia, who’s also used to be seen as agressive/violent for just defending herself and her people, and just generally reduced to being a “threat”. it’s nice to know that many, many people see her as someone they can look up to, and who they feel safe it

that is not to say obviously that they just love doing emotional labor for other people but like... having other trans downworlders, especially trans downworlders of color, come to them, feels nice. especially people who are trying to figure themselves out and approach them with so much hope and admiration in their eyes you know? the way they always come with a “sorry to bother, but..” ready in their lips and look at them like they are heroes... it’s really something

taki’s slowly becomes a place for trans downworlders to hang out, especially those who don’t enjoy clubs and stuff like pandemonium (which is totally a queer club as well bite me. including for mundanes. with taki’s that’s trickier of course since they have like, blood on their menu lmao but a few trans minors have hung out there and it was cool) for whatever reason. it’s just a cool queer-inclusive space for people who want to hang out, you know? and they love that

the first time maia saw raphael lose his cool was when a shadowhunter made a gross comment about how it’s lucky he didn’t want sex, so she wouldn’t have to deal with that. he almost tore their throat off

raphael just.... loves maia’s shoulders. she was a little self conscious of them, she always made a point to have them covered, but raphael just loves peppering kisses on her shoulders and making her chuckle

magnus gives maia a bunch of fashion tips similar to the ones he gave raphael, just how to better protect herself and figure out how people are reading her gender and stuff like that, you know?

they do the thing where they show each other pre-transition pics (once they’re comfortable with that of course) just to hear each other be like “*outraged gasp* i don’t recognize you at all” and “oh, look how much happier you are now”, and my personal favorite, “i can’t see a boy/girl in there, i just can’t” (like personally whenever i see pictures of my partners/friends pre-transition i’m just like... i realize this is pre-transition and that you’ve changed a lot but also i’m unable to see an [assigned gender] in this photo). it’s all like “how did people not notice you were a girl? unbelievable” you know. just that sweet sweet trans couple validation ritual

together they have like. all the insufferable pun-happy sexualities (bi[romantic], pan, ace, trans) and you will be hit with those constantly in conversation if you’re a friend of them. raphael in particular greatly enjoys making those puns with the most blase, straight face as he looks straight into your eyes and watches as your soul slowly leaves your body. magnus is so proud and also afraid he created a monster

raphael is that bitch who’s like. “i heard that broccoli has a substance that’s similar to testosterone so i’m now eating 5 bowls of it” and maia wants to tear her hair out because it doesn’t work like that and he’s like “can’t hurt to try. also i’m finally able to eat let me have this”

maia never got to like... celebrate those small transition moments because she was all alone and felt like she was transitioning in such a rush, you know? and raphael makes it a point to point out the small changes that are still going on with her body, to take her shopping and encourage her to be as giddy about it as she wants to, you know? and it’s nice and fun and he also gets to relive those small gender reaffirming moments and it’s really nice

maia is a huge against me fan!!! like not to project but it’s just... their songs are so great and relatable even when they’re not about being trans at all and laura jane grace’s voice is so beautiful and maia for sure absolutely loves punk, so like. it’s one of her fave bands for sure

she liked them since before laura came out and when she did it was like. oh. oh. so that’s why i always related so hard to her songs. it just... makes sense

while punk is not as much raphael’s style he likes true trans rebel, especially the acoustic version, where her voice just sounds mwaaahhh imo and he can listen to the recording for hours because her voice in there is just... sensorial heaven and maia feels all giddy that raphael genuinely loves a trans woman’s voice so much

raphael always makes a point to say that he loves her voice just as much, too :)

they are just very trans and really love each other the end

#ask #anonymous #sorry this took relatively long to answer daidhaidha it's my first week of classes and i'm a little tired #as always i really loved this ask and just thank you so much for asking #sh #shadowhunters #maia roberts #raphael santiago #magnus bane #trans maia roberts #trans raphael santiago #trans magnus bane #maiaphael #maphael #magnus & maia brotp #magnus & raphael brotp #headcanon #text

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dreamlegend · 4 years

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Here’s a bunch of demon oc’s I’ve been recently making, except Decipio who’s an older character that I even had in an OCT once. She’s changed a bit from those times but is generally the same. I almost never talk about my oc’s here so I thought I should do that more often.

Decipio

As you can see from my current icon, Decipio is my current baby right now. Her name means “to deceive” in latin and obviously she’s a demon who excels in deception. Basically her only power is that she’s an extremely convincing liar and can even tell when other people are lying. Her favourite thing is to work gaining someone’s trust and then stab them in the back in the worst possible way, multiple times even if her victim is that dumb. You can totally not trust anything she says, but she can also work that in her favor. Her lies are often mixed with truth and it is impossible to tell them apart, so trying to figure out when she’s being honest is always frustrating.

Her theme is holy because her recurring scheme is posing as a representative of Mawul, the element of light, to gain the faith of mortals and trick them. Also she just really likes robes. Her primary sin is envy and she also enjoys singing and making ceramic pots. She is also okay at playing the piano and has always kind of hated her lack of hair.

My headcanon voice for her is Petra Karjalainen

Like most demons, everything Decipio does is in the name of Gervaisse, the element of shadow and the devil of Heartorio, and she hopes one day Gervaisse will recognize her evil and she’ll become one of the elite demons. I plan to make her one one day, as later in the story she gains a new ability, which I’m not gonna explain here cause it’s a bit complex and pretty weak at first but once she trains it it’s gonna be pretty op and definitely of use to Gervaisse.

Decipio loves being evil, but sometimes she wonders what it would be like to settle down and live a quiet life with someone, but she tries not to think about those thoughts. She doesn’t have a lot of friends because even the other demons don’t trust her, even though her loyalty to Gervaisse extends to them as well. She is a backstabber by nature, but when she’s loyal to someone it’s neverending, but she has basically no way to truly prove it. Gervaisse is in fact one of the few people who trusts Decipio completely and never doubts her and that’s why Decipio is so eager to please him.

Decipio also uncanonically refers to memes and modern pop culture because it amuses her, not really caring if she’s being cringy

Grand Glamour

This guy is kind of a joke character, cause he’s the son of Gervaisse and Gavril, after Gavril lost his position as a world element and became a human. It’s weird because Gervaisse absolutely loathes Gavril, who loves to annoy Gervaisse as much as possible, but they ended up having sex anyway. Gavril dies before Grand is even born so he’s not involved in raising him, but he does reincarnate so they’ll meet at one point of the story (like after a 25 year timeskip yep that’s a thing that’s gonna happen).

Grand is kind of an annoying guy and a bit spoiled, but he has enthusiasm in everything he does. He is all about performing and entertainment and he’s got the charisma for it. His powers include shapeshifting which he inherited from Gervaisse and he can also control people with his singing, but doesn’t really use it often because he wants the genuine adoration of people (he does occasionally use it because he’s so used to getting what he wants, Gervaisse kind of spoiled him in that way). He also has a thing for long hair and WILL touch it without permission.

He also has a headcanon voice, which is Pekka Kuorikoski (can you guess the pattern for choosing voices for my characters?)

Mortimer Hearty

Morty is a former human that was turned into a demon by Gervaisse (which he does to souls he sees potential in) and I don’t have much figured out of his backstory beyond that. He is one of the elite demons because of his op power, which is the Look Book (I might change that, that is a really dumb name). His power is that whenever he meets someone, he can then peer into their hearts and access all information about them, which manifests into the form of the book. He can then access this information whenever he wants and it updates itself automatically. He has no problem keeping tabs of all the people’s info he’s got and reaccessing it.

Personality-wise Morty is pretty quiet, but has a creepy side to him which is him eagerly collecting and going through people’s private information and using it to blackmail them. He is also quite unpopular among the other demons, but a few who feel like they have nothing to hide admire and respect him.

Cole Conniver

Also known as “the Reqruiter” since his main job is to seek out living mortals who might interest Gervaisse and ensuring that they end up in his service. He is also one of the elite demons and his power is also op: he has his own personal pocket dimension in which he can store and retrieve objects and even people he has touched. He also has the ability to make anything that’s in his pocket dimension vanish out of existence (Decipio uncanonically refers to this as Za Hando and it annoys him greatly).

Conniver is pretty pretentious, sweet-talking, and grumpy whenever things don’t go his way. He is one of the older demons so he’s pretty old-fashioned and doesn’t really like younger demons such as Decipio (who’s 340 but that’s young compared to him).

Illusoun

Finally we have (perhaps) the first demon Gervaisse ever created. She was made to perform a task and that is the eternal torture of mortals souls which end up in hell. In both heaven and hell the souls will have endless, life-like dreams and in hell those are of course the worst nightmares they could imagine. Illusoun is a master of these dreams and illusions, but she has a lot of underlings to do most of the work, she just supervises it these days.

Her power is being able to make people have any kind of dreams; their worst nightmares or even their hopes and dreams. Her dreams are so life-like and well-crafted that they are indistinguishable from reality which makes people fear and avoid her, because she does occasionally enjoy messing with people’s minds, making them wonder whether she’s made them dream, sometimes putting slight contradictions in them to see if they can notice. She can do this all in a blink of an eye, making you have a dream that felt like a lifetime and then watching you struggle readjusting to the real world again.

Illusoun is a very high-ranking and respected elite demon, though some demons do wonder whether she still has a use as a lot of the more lower-ranking demons do most of her job for her now. She doesn’t have many friends besides Decipio, a fellow demon in the art of deception. She might have a bit of an unrequited love for Decipio, either because she hasn’t told her about her feelings or because Decipio wasn’t interested, but I might make them a couple at some point, I don’t know.

Illusoun has a very peculiar aura that affects people in close proximity to her. Many people describe it as like falling asleep while you’re standing. A lot of people dislike being around her because of this feeling, while others find it comforting and even addicting, but the fear of being put under one of her spells usually makes them anxious about it.

(I’m not really sure about her colours, I might change those at some point, but I wanted a reference of her for this post)

She also kinda has a hc voice, I’m not set on it because it’s been really hard figuring it out, but for now it’s Arja Koriseva

#man that's a lot of text boy I feel exhausted #if you read all of that I'm sorry and thank you so much #the reason I'm introducing these characters is because I might make small comics of them in the future if I have ideas I mean I hope so #I really would love drawing them more so if I do at least you guys know who they are #I'm definitely gonna draw at least decipio more she is my current obsession and I love her #it's a bit sad that lately I've only been able to make these basic refs but who knows maybe I'll get inspired for some comic shenanigans #also let me just say I also ship decipio with a canon character but I can't say which series or else I'll be sent to the gay baby jail #that's all I guess idk it's getting late and I need to eat BADLY #oh yeah this post does have spoilers for my story but who's gonna remember those once my story gets to that point is gonna take YEARS #anyway food now #DL draws crap #long post

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gutsybitsies · 5 years

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Not the same anon but I would love to hear about the beauty and the beast version. I feel this fandom has greatly failed in not doing a beauty and the beast au for zimbits and you know what's up!

*cracks knuckles* im not sure if i’ve posted this before but i’d been talking about it with @fabbittle a while back:

OKAY SO the premise is the same as the amnesia one and it’s bitty living in a cottage in the woods and so one day he comes across this really injured beast/monster. the beast is jack under curse. when he turned, he was chased and hunted by his own royal guards and friends who didn’t recognize him, and chased out of his kingdom. he’s cursed to be a monster until someone falls in love with him, but alas, who can love a beast?

someone with a weird fetish like bitty, obviously. he takes one look and he’s thirsty. like jack’s still humanoid, he’s still muscular, and he’s got a lot of fur. and bitty can tell that he’s probably some poor guy who got cursed into a what to him seemed like a magnificent sexy beefcake. so while bitty’s nursing jack back to health there were two trains of thoughts in the cottage. the one that belongs to jack is “i’m a monster and he is so kind, i cant believe i love him so much, but there is no way he will ever love me.” while bitty’s thoughts are kind of just “fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck meeeeee.”

bitty tries everything to seduce jack. but jack’s not picking up the hints, just lamenting about his ugliness and how he’s unloveable. but eventually bitty does say the words “i love you, you big handsome goofball!!” and then jack glows and poof. he’s human again!!!

and bitty’s a bit sad, because if jack was human again it meant that he’d have to go back home, just when the two of them got together. but jack actually said that he wanted to stay here with bitty, that he didn’t much like his old life anyway, and he loves bitty and he loves the town samwell and everyone who lived there. but one day, a while later, an old man rides into town. he’s tired, and hungry, and he says that he’s looking for his son.

jack was honest with bitty. he told him about his old life, as crown prince of the kingdom, about a fiance he didn’t care for, about the anxiety that he had about living up to his father, about his fear of failure. it all came to ahead when he was cursed and no one had recognized him, and he’d truly became something unworthy and disgusting in their eyes.

“do you miss your parents?” bitty had asked.

“yes,” jack replied honestly. “but i think it’s better that they don’t have me as a son.”

but here robert zimmermann was, cold and tired from his journey, asking for magical favors everywhere, trying to find his greatest pride. bitty knew that if he knew jack was here, robert would take him away and break the small comfortable life that they built up together.

“my saddle broke,” bob said at the inn. “do you know where i can fix it?”

“Tailor John knows how to do leatherwork for saddles and does most of the work in the town for it, but he just left yesterday to go to his daughter’s wedding and won’t be back for two weeks,” the innkeeper replied, “but bitty’s husband also knows how to do a quick repair, should last you until you reach another town. hey, bitty!”

“hey there Jim,” bitty says as he brings in the day’s bread into the inn. “did i hear anything about a broken saddle?”

“yeah, guy needs a fix, you think your jack can do it?”

“well he can certainly try, he’s busy fixing our chicken coop right now, a fox got in last night, but if you come over tomorrow at noon i’m sure he’ll take a look at it,” bitty replied, looking warily at the man who looks almost exactly like jack and who said he was looking for his son.

jack and bob see each other the next day, and bob bursts into tears and hugs his son as he finally got him back.

“why haven’t you come back? is there anything wrong? what’s this i hear about you being married?” he looked cautiously through the window at bitty, who was shooing away a deer that came near their garden trying to nibble at their cabbage.

“i was cursed, he helped me lift it, and i decided to stay. i’m sorry for not contacting you or maman sooner, but i don’t want to go back.”

bob became stern, “jack, this is your responsibility. you can’t leave your kingdom helmless in the future when it needs you. a ship without a captain steers itself into the waves and drowns. i don’t know what kind of dreamland you’ve been imagining yourself to be in but you need to snap out of it.”

“i can’t leave bitty.”

“then bring him with you, set him up in the capital with the finest things as repayment for taking care of you. he’ll have a great life as your lover.”

“he’s not just my lover, he’s my husband.”

“….is he a knight?”

“no.”

“has he ever went on a quest to save a kingdom, or defeated a dragon? do you think he can even hold a sword? will he be able to intermingle with the court life? how will he have any kind of dignity in the eyes of anyone in our circle as a prince consort now and a king consort in the future? what, are you going to give him a fake title and a dukedom to force him to integrate into our lives?”

seeing that jack can’t argue back but wasnt changing his mind, bob tried for a softer approach. “jack, you can bring him back with us. let him get used to how things are, and then we’ll talk about it, okay?”

so the three of them go to the capital and bitty is enraptured by all the beautiful things there, but there’s a slight hiccup. he’s ignored by every single person. the court, being very sensitive to the king and queen’s wishes, snubbed him on basically all occasions. he was given quarters in a small room far away from jack, and even though jack told him to just stay in jack’s room he wasn’t able to see jack often because jack comes back later and tired. when they first arrived bob and alicia didn’t even bother introducing him to anyone as jack’s husband.

jack introduces bitty to people, and in jack’s presence there would be stilted conversation that stops as soon as jack wasn’t there. he tries his best to get bitty situated, but he’s being inundated as it were by tasks and jobs and responsibilities that he has to pick up again.

and bitty realizes what’s happening, that no one wanted them to be together so they’re forcing this war of attrition. it comes to a head after a month, when bitty just couldn’t take it anymore and breaks down.

jack: let’s just elope.

bitty: what? we can’t do that.

jack: …go back home and i’ll come get you when i convince my parents to stop playing this stupid game. i’ll much rather you be happy away from me than suffer by my side.

bitty reluctantly agrees, and goes back. he waits and waits for a message from jack or jack himself, but doesnt get anything until there’s news that the prince of the neighboring kingdom, jack zimmermann, is getting ready to be married. but he still waited, because maybe that’s just a rumor and jack would tell him if anything happened, and that’s when a knight walked up the path to his cottage. and asked him to approve of a divorce from jack so that his next marriage can be legal.

enclosed was a letter in jack’s handwriting that basically said that he realized that it was impossible for him to change his parents mind and impossible to leave. and that he could be stubborn and bring bitty back no matter what but he knows that it would just make bitty miserable. he’s sorry that he couldn’t say this in person, but he knew that if he saw bitty he’ll never want to leave.

bitty signs, and then shuts the door in the face of the knight without even offering him refreshments for his long journey.

bitty: i know its selfish but i wish the curse on jack had never broke. he’d have never been found, he’ll still be mine.

and then, miles and miles away, a roar erupted in a panicking room as prince jack zimmermann transformed painfully into a giant beast in front of everyone. his parents grow frantic trying to break the curse, but no one could do it.

note: this is from a long time ago that i never finished so here’s the rough rough rough ending

basically more panicking from the royals and jack ups and leaves again and finds his way somewhere where he sees bitty again. they don’t get together quite yet but eventually they start talking more and jack apologizes.

bitty: “i made a dumb stupid wish and i wish i can turn you back but i can’t i’m sorry”

jack: “that’s okay. i think if i wasn’t still in love with you i wouldn’t have turned anyway. my parents love me, i know, but i could never live up to them. i would’ve never been good enough, might as well stay here and eat berries.”

they still don’t get together, until one day jack’s on a hunting trip and get’s lost in the winter and meets up with a bunch of kids who also got lost, and he saves them and eventually leads them home. they thank him a lot and and jack’s pretty content with himself, before going back to his hut. and bam human again -insert disney music-

jack knocks on bitty’s door with some flowers in hand, all “i know you’ve always wanted to see the world, and now i can take you places. we don’t have to be together, but do you want to come with me?”

and so they set off together and one day bitty looks at jack weaving a scarf for the winter and kisses him.

#Anonymous #omgcp #zimbits #jack zimmermann #eric bittle #i almost forgot about this au lol

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Found this in my drafts, so I’m posting it with no shame to give this blog some life while I’m busy trying to deal with post-endgame feels in the mcu sector of tumblr:

So I had a dream last night that made me realize I spend too much time on this site because it included some of my mutuals and people I enjoy like @theuriearchives ,@yagirlcammmm ,@i-think-im-ready-to-go ,@canyousevmyheavydirtysoul ,@dunjosephurieimagines , and @andbeingblueisbetter to name a few.

I have very vivid dreams and since I write all of them down I figured why not write it here where everyone can see it.

The genre for this dream: a mystery.

The setting: A beautiful cabin (apparently mine) plucked straight out of a “Visiting your SO’s family for the holidays” or a “fake-dating for a visit to your frenemy’s family” AU, my personal favorite. And there was a snowstorm going on outside.

I should also mention everybody had their own appearance. Usually I attach someone’s name with the face in their profile pic, meaning about everybody in this I previously imagined as Brendon Urie at different angles and in different lighting. But thanks to my brain randomly generating faces for everybody, I will be greatly confused in the case that I ever learn what you actually look like.

So, the topic at hand is, as it always is, Brendon Urie. Everybody’s cuddled up on the couch and on the floor in their pajamas drinking hot chocolate, eating dessert, and writing/giving ideas. In the background AFYCSO plays on an old record player, the fire is flickering beautifully alongside some black and white videos of old Panic! performances playing on one of those old big-backed TVs with lines across the screen – at this moment I feel like I am once again a preschooler laying on my stomach and watching movies in a pile of other preschoolers at my old after-school program but I digress–

Then somebody has the audacity to break into my house.

Me being the host of this gathering, I feel obligated to check on the noise. It doesn’t help that literally everyone stops what they’re doing to push me in the direction of the mysterious noise before going back to talking about the size of Brendon Urie’s dick (a conversation brought up by i-think-im-ready-to-go, just thought I should mention that).

So I get up, the second my back is turned nobody cares and I go into the bathroom only to find it flooded because this intruder flushed literally everything it could down the toilet.

To name a few things, it flushed:

1) The monstrous dildo linked on a post by beautiful-tragic-fallout (i don’t mean to call anybody out but its been on my dash with every damn refresh for the past week), who i-think-im-ready-to-go and theuriearchives make a point to explain is out of the house buying us more chocolate-covered strawberries.

2) Every single piece of Pretty. Odd. memorabilia I can imagine because someone just has it out for that album.

3) For those of you who have seen Monsters Inc, the toys Boo flushed down the toilet in that one scene.

4) An entire manuscript that my mind recognizes as smut written by @xxip-smut

5) And pink, fucking, crocs

So I walk back into the living room and round everybody up, declaring we’re on a manhunt for whoever the fuck had the audacity to break into my house, and with that we separate into groups. Accompanying me is Cam who wields a flamethrower while wearing pastel yellow pajamas with baby elephants printed on them.

Eventually after getting tired of Cam pointing the flamethrower at my head even when in ‘resting position’ and scaring the shit out of me, we go into the basement only to find everybody else chose to search the basement and the rest of you have been arguing about who actually gets to search the basement.

Long story short, the basement doesn’t get searched.

Instead to deal with the tension, dunjosephurieimagines suggests we all go back to talking about Brendon’s dick. So we go back to talking about Brendon’s dick.

We sit on the floor in a circle in this basement not realizing its dark and creepy as hell, and if you’ve seen That 70s Show the ‘camera’ moves around in this circle to focus on the face of whoever’s talking. The conversation adds up to smut, theuriearchives pulls out a blunt and i-think-im-ready-to-go pulls out a gun, we start playing russian roulette. Out of guilt for not writing a request sent to me months ago because I suck, I give andbeingblueisbetter a free shot at me. Being a saint they don’t take the opportunity yet.

So anyway, being high and creative a thought comes to us all at once. This thought…where the fuck is @loverontheleft ?

Now we’re all mad and sad and scared and alone because where, the fuck, is cece? Everybody starts asking everybody if they’ve seen her, we conclude the answer is no and we all start freaking out.

Then we realize canyousevmyheavydirtysoul (codename: Sev) is being really quiet.

We all turn and just stare like “So um….whats up?”

Flash-forward, this is all of us trying to figure out cece’s identity, sev is just sitting on the floor smiling and reacting to everything we say with reaction gifs they pull up on their phone, meanwhile we’re all screaming running around, we’ve made a literal office out of this basement and we have glasses and slip-on ties on top of our pajamas.

Then there’s a noise upstairs because we forgot there was someone who broke into my house.

Y’all turn on me and push me up the stairs to my death, I realize this is the cabin that appears in the bodyguard series at one point (wonderfully written by canyousevmyheavydirtysoul, binge it), and in front of me is the super fancy dining room table. There’s mail on it, some envelopes, and I’m like uh no and turn around to come back downstairs.

But you’re all at the bottom of the stairs staring at me and threatening me with your knives and Cam’s flamethrower – where you got the knives I don’t know. I hesitate in turning around for a second so andbeingblueisbetter shoots me.

But I’m like, you know, walk it off. So I do and I go to the table. I’m terrified, break out into a nervous sweat, but it’s fine.

I go and open the folder.

And O - fucking - kay

If you haven’t read the bodyguard series or ready to leap I’m not gonna detail any spoilers, just the main plot given right away, and even if you have it probably won’t help this make any more sense. Here….is the story:

Our beloved Cece started off as a teacher, right? But not just any teacher, Ms. fucking Milton, who started a relationship with the music teacher of her high school, Mr. Urie, who in this case is in fact Brendon Urie of our universe and lead singer of Panic! at the Disco. But the deal with him is that he got tired of the fame and through extensive work he managed to get rid of all the files that legally point to him as being Brendon Urie of Panic! at the Disco. And for the first few years of his teaching, all the kids knew he was Brendon Urie I mean come on, but eventually the whole school and town settle on the idea that this is just one of those situations where twins are separated at birth and coincidentally given the same exact name. So boom, they do what they do – but newsflash, Cece is Y/n from the Bodyguard series and knowing Mr. Urie’s relationship with Ms. Milton, S.H.I.E.L.D pulls a Hydra Bucky Barnes situation in order to train Brendon into the best damn bodyguard the world could imagine because Cece is a valuable asset that needs the absolute best protection. Canyousevmyheavydirtysoul was like a journalist or something for S.H.I.E.L.D and witnessed all of this go down, knows every little thing about these two. So they get trained, they get close, drama happens, then they’re all put under-cover. Brendon goes back to being Brendon Urie of Panic! at the Disco, Sev and Cece are assigned to live their current lives and specifically assigned to write their stories for this Tumblr community to get everybody off their trails.

And then I look up. And there’s cece and I think…

“She is about to fucking, kill me.”

I try to throw the folders at her but for some reason I can’t throw anything in my dreams, so I get frustrated that my arm just won’t work, Cece in the meanwhile uses this time to approach me. My mind can’t even generate her an appearance and I think that she’s wearing a disguise because she’s like a spy or something that did after all break into my house to clog my toilet with dildos.

We maintain eye contact for what my dream-self recalls as a long time. I feel this energy in my soul I have never felt before and it is not fun, I don’t like it.

She takes the folder from me and gives me a red one.

And with her eyes piercing my soul, I get this feeling that literally has my skin vibrating even after I wake up, and I hear this voice that’s like “I know you know. And I’m watching you.”

So I woke up in a cold sweat obviously and tried to suppress this whole thing but it kinda lingered in the back of my mind all day. Then the weird tiny details came back to haunt me when I saw the elephants at the zoo.

#I dont understand either just dont be afraid of me #about #Dream

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love-is-overrated-and-addicting · 6 years

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I will turn this into a poem, but I just want to write this out before I forget this memory. I can’t forget it... I can’t...

I got a text from a group chat with a couple of my upperclassmen friends telling me that my ex-boyfriend was at the local Starbucks, alone, crying. I never stopped loving him, even after hearing rumors about what he said about me post-break up, I knew they weren’t true but that didn’t stop them from getting under my skin. I spent almost half a year telling myself he doesn’t care, that he doesn’t love me anymore, that I don’t care, that I don’t love him anymore, but I was never good at lying to myself. How can you lie to someone who knows how to spot a lie? Regardless of the fact that you know your own strategies.

I only live thirteen minutes walking distance from the Starbucks they (my friends and my ex, but they didn’t go together) were at. I made up some BS lie about having to go to my locker at school (which was only a minute away from the Starbucks) and quickly walked up the hill to the Starbucks. I originally only went to get my missing binder (which, I guess wasn’t too much of a BS lie because I actually wanted to get the binder) and see if my ex was actually crying. After talking to my friends at Starbucks, I saw that he was. His shoulders were shaking and he was dabbing at his eyes with his shirt sleeve, which couldn’t have been comfortable. I knew it was a bad idea, but I walked over to him and placed my hand on his shoulder anyway and his back was turned to me.

“Hey,” I said “are you okay?”

He only looked at me, at first, with his headset in, empty faced but still obviously just finished crying.

“Are you just going to ignore me then?” I said after a while. Looking back, probably not the best choice of action but I was a little ticked off. Just a little. I put my hand across the table as he looked into his lap to show him that I wasn’t leaving until he talked to me. So I asked him again when he looked up, “are you okay?”

He wiped away his tears as he took off his headset and finally faced me, straight on. Even just making eye contact, I could feel my own anxiety start to rise.

“I’m fine,” he managed to squeak out.

“No you’re not.” I replied.

I said this, partly because I knew he wasn’t, but mainly because this was how we first met. He was crying, I went up to him to see if he was okay and these were the exactly the same words we used too. I knew, I knew he’d recognize the conversation. I even saw the slight recognition in his eyes that seemed to say I see what you did there but just as quickly as I saw a spark of him, it disappeared again, leaving me with this shell of a person I still love.

He began to cry at this point and I could see an anxiety attack settling in. My hand was still across the table and he took it. I fought hard to stay strong for him, to not let my emotions get the better of me. For him. Then, for the first time in five and a half months, I walked over to him and I held him as he cried into me, apologizing for whatever he thought he did wrong. He paused for a moment and I realized that we were still inside Starbucks.

“Do you want to go outside to talk?” I asked him.

I didn’t expect him to actually respond to my question so I was surprised when he gathered his stuff and followed me outside. Once outside, he broke into another anxiety attack, trembling, shallow breathing, I could only do what I thought would help. Everything I wish someone did to me whenever I had my own anxiety attacks. It helped. He kept crying and apologizing, our faces bumping into one another like almost-kisses. I forced him to breathe and gently teased him when he couldn’t hold his breath for more than a second. He was fine with it, I even got a smile or three when I did. I tried to make him laugh by telling him a super dumb story, but that didn’t really go as well as I thought and I accidentally triggered another set of tears. We fell into a routine of me talking to him, holding him, us fiddling with the other’s hand, him pulling me closer and tighter... Three separate times, he even gave me an instinctive forehead kiss. The feeling of his lips on me, even the lightest touch for the briefest of moments made me fall for him all over again, like we were in love for the first time, and just as reckless. I kept telling him that I love him, using present tense and he confided in me that he “can’t live in a life of lies anymore.” I never knew what he means when he becomes cryptic like that but I was still concerned. Somewhere along the line, I accidentally gave him a kiss on the cheek and managed to restrain myself from kissing him on the lips. We traded “I miss you”s and “I still love you”.

At some point, he asked me, “Why are you here?”

I wasn’t sure if he meant with him or at Starbucks, so I answered as if he meant at Starbucks basically recapping why and how I came concluding with, “I wanted to make sure you are okay, because I still love you enough to be here for you. I’ll admit, I was tempted to just walk out of Starbucks before talking to you, but I didn’t. Something made me talk to you and help you because I still love you.” Or words to that effect.

Another time, he asked me, “Why are you doing this?”

To which I responded, “Because I love you, and I want to help you. I saw you in pain once and I walked away and that was the biggest mistake of my life. I’m not doing that again. I’m not making that mistake twice.”

I remember we also hugged and I really had to go pee (I chugged a tall drink of water before I talked to him) and we were both laughing because he was squeezing me too tight and he knew it. It was nice to see his smile for a little bit. I adored every little time he pulled me closer to him and each of the instinctive forehead kisses, I melted inside. I loved seeing his hands on my arms, just wanting to hug me after being separated for so long, confirming my hopes that our love hasn’t died – a fantasy I never imagined would actually come true.

During one of our tight hugs, separate from the one’s where I threatened to pee, I heard him gently say, “Why can’t we just stay like this forever?”And I knew then, that I will never stop loving him, no matter how hard I try, and neither will he.

Also, in another hug and one of his many, many apologies (though, again, for what, I do not know), he said, “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry. I just wanted you to be happy, I didn’t want to put you in any more pain.”

Toward the end of the conversation, another instance of me telling him a weird story that happened post-break up that he would��ve never heard made me babble for too long for he just kissed me, albeit a little sloppily but greatly nonetheless, on the lips. I was so surprised, all I could do was stand there and accept the kiss, graciously. I missed him so much, all I could think about was him – that is until my phone in my hand started to buzz. I look at the caller (my father) and look at the time. It has been almost one hour for a trip that should’ve only taken thirty minutes tops. I was so sad to leave him, but he was smiling after I made him pinky promise about seeing him alive and well at school the next day. I sprinted away as fast as my legs would allow, probably faster than I’ve ran in a couple years (even during races) so I wouldn’t get in trouble at home and I got home in sub-five minutes.

Couple of hours passed and I get a text from an unknown number, which I of course recognize as his, even though I already deleted it. He thanked me for being there for him, because he needed someone by his side. I responded as if he was just someone else. Why, why would I do that? that’s not how you talk to someone you love. It didn’t matter, he appreciated what I had to say, I guess he’s just used to my academic style of writing, even when texting, for all he said was “Thank you.” I wanted to say more, tell him how much I love him, how much I miss him, how much I enjoyed talking to him today instead of just walking away and letting him weep by himself, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t bring myself to.

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moon--melon · 6 years

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ADWM - Further Analysis - (More Questions and Theories)

I rewatched "A Date with Markiplier", and it just got me thinking again.

Here, I'll simply be going over some unanswered questions of mine, and suggesting interesting theories (please note that the majority of this post is simply unorganized observations. There's not just one point to this). This post gets pretty long, so click "Keep Reading" and hop aboard! Enjoy.

@markiplier @mayor-damien-protection-squad @colonel-william-protection-army

ADWM = "A Date with Markiplier"

WKM = "Who Killed Markiplier?"

(Y/N) = "Your Name" (the self-insertion character in ADWM)

DA = "District Attorney" (the self-insertion character in WKM)

We have a lot to cover here, so let's just start with the basics. Let's go over some theories and questions that will be discussed in this post.

-The Mark we see in ADWM is the same Mark we see in WKM.

-The Chef and the Butler in WKM are the Chef and the Waiter in ADWM.

-The (Y/N) in ADWM is NOT the same (Y/N) in WKM.

-Why does Dark and Wilford recognize the viewer?

-Why does Mark act so weird when we first meet up at the date?

So let's start off with the first theory: Actor/Asshole Mark (from WKM) is the exact same Mark we see in ADWM.

This theory is very easy to agree with, but nonetheless, I've gathered some proof. (Bolded sentences will be summaries of the paragraphs)

-He used to be a great and famous actor. In the Meta Ending, it is shown that these series of videos are all just an act, and Mark is actually a huge asshole to his TV/movie crew (that covers both the asshole, and actor aspect of the Mark from WKM). At 0:39, Mark says: "I use to be somebody. Maybe not something good, but I was somebody---who worked on great projects!". This quote implies that, while he was disliked, he was still a great actor who worked on "great projects". Later on in the video, he reiterates by saying: "I used to be somebody... I used to be a star---". Lastly, in "ROMANCE" and "THE DARK MARK", he said that he considered himself to be a "patron of the arts". All of these are clear evidence that he used to be a rich and famous actor, which is EXACTLY what he was in WKM.

-Money is a big thing for him. He clearly doesn't have much of it, and he's very greedy either way. Obviously in the beginning, he loses his wallet, and you either have to pay, or suffer the consequences when you don't pay. Later on in the video "DON'T ATTACK", it's discovered that Mark DID actually have his wallet! Although, If you DO pay, Mark offers to buy snacks for the show, ...but he awkwardly clears his throat and walks away, implying that he..."misplaced" his wallet. AND FINALLY! When he proposes and you say "NO", he awkwardly confesses to the ordained Elvis-impressionist that he couldn't afford anything anyway. If you need any more evidence that Mark is a cheapskate, just watch the "PBJ Blues" ending, where the narrator LITERALLY calls him a "cheap date" (Well, he implies it with sarcasm). Clearly, Mark is trying to save as much money as possible. Meaning, he's lost his fame and fortune, and he's still greedy. (He's not even willing to buy a simple snack for his date!).

-Mark's an absolute asshole. I only have one piece of evidence for this, (because his overall greediness and his demeanor in the Meta Ending take care of the rest) In the "PAY" video, Mark reaches to the Waiter's hand, holds it gently, AND KISSES HIS OWN HAND---NOT THE WAITER'S HAND! What a self-loving douchebag! That poor waiter. A very sad bonjour... (I'm not even fucking kidding. Re-watch it. I was fucking rolling when I realized. It's genius).

Now onto the ONE thing that could possibly ruin this theory:

-This Mark supposedly has kids. Yep! In the Meta Ending, Kathryn tells Mark that his kids had called him. This is a very glaring detail, especially considering I don't imagine WKM Mark ever having kids in the future, or just ever desiring kids in general.

I am very willing to completely disregard this detail though. Keep note that ADWM was made before WKM was even thought up of, so this could easily be just a throw-away gag that has no meaning whatsoever---just a joke. (And yeah, I guess you COULD say that maybe he DID have kids, and he just doesn't care about them). (I was also going to add the fact that this Mark said he had some years left of parole, but I realized that doesn't mean he's not the Mark from WKM).

The second theory/topic is: the Chef and the Butler from WKM is the Chef and the Waiter in ADWM.

Truthfully, I have no "evidence" for this per say... But, I DO have a little theory that could work with the canon.

After successfully escaping the Markiplier Manor, Benjamin (the butler) and the Chef were out of jobs. Over the many (MANY) years after the events that took place at the mansion, they worked at various different restaurants, with the chef cooking, and the butler now serving as a waiter. Eventually, they mke their own business together, and they now have a restaurant of their very own: the restaurant we see in ADWM. Over all of these years, the Chef just goes haywire---even more than he previously was (converting to full-on cannibalism). And yes, I know Mark confirmed that they hate each other, but I theorize that they only stick together because they know each other, and they work well together.

Third topic is the different (Y/N)'s in ADWM and WKM.

Many fans suggest that these two are the same, but I'm pretty confident that they're not. The biggest reason as to why people say this, is because of the fact that Dark and Wilford actually recognize the viewer in ADWM (more on that later). But! I have a piece of CANON evidence that completely debunks that theory: Mark made it very clear that the DA in WKM is permanently stuck in the manor. Dark trapped them in the upside-down with no means of escape, ESPECIALLY after he shattered the mirror. So, there's just no way that these two characters are the same! There HAS to be another explanation as to why Dark and Wilford recognize (Y/N), ...which leads me to our next topic:

WHY does Dark and Wilford recognize the viewer in ADWM?!

This seems like such a strange detail! After thinking about it for a long time, I finally came to the conclusion that it means absolutely nothing, and Mark was just trying to show a connection between the viewer and his two most infamous characters. But after re-watching ADWM for the fourth time, something just told me that it actually DOES mean something more. The video SO GREATLY emphasizes the fact that they know the viewer.

In "THE DARK MARK", Darkiplier greets us by infamously saying "Did you miss me? ... I missed you ... very much". He then goes on talking about the viewer fondly, as if he really does know them. He says "and then...he [Mark] had the gall to not invite me to his little adventure with you".

In "MORE?" (also known as the True End), Wilford says: "GOOD EVENING! ...YOU...How are you doing?". Now, you COULD argue that Wilford just calls us "you" because he simply doesn't know our name, but no no no... I don't see it that way. The way that he talks and annunciates the word "you", and even the way he asks "how are you doing?", comes off as very familiar. It even has a kind of awkward sense to it (y'know when you come across people you know, but you feel awkward when saying hi, or too awkward to say hi). Will hesitates, and he emphasizes his words, rather than just greeting a stranger like normal. If he didn't know you, he'd just immediately and quickly say his greeting! He even squints his eyes at the viewer, as if he's trying to recognize them. And also, who the fuck asks a random stranger "how are you doing?"? That very question implies a sense of familiarity. And AFTER he greets you, he says "I don't have you scheduled for an interview just yet", that CLEARLY shows that he already knows about you! Especially since he didn't expect your arrival in his...weird...spinning clock dimension: "I don't even know why you're here...".

So...what does this mean? Honestly, I have no clue. Someone (forgive me for forgetting exactly who), suggested that over the decades of being stuck in the mansion, the DA's form gradually deteriorated and split up, shattering just like the mirror. And thus, bits of their soul leaked from the mansion and got reborn into the (Y/N) we see in ADWM, ...and possibly even the van videos (and yes, I also mean the (Y/N) in "Don't Remember"). This is a very interesting theory... because it explains the familiarity between the (Y/N) and Dark and Wilford.

Now onto the question that irks me the most. Why does ADWM Mark act so weirdly when he first meets the viewer?!

This question confuses me the most, because Markiplier makes it seem like SUCH AN IMPORTANT DETAIL! It's literally mentioned the FIRST SECONDS of the video!

For some reason, in ADWM, Mark doesn't know us, but he admits that he oddly recognizes us. After gifting the viewer with a rose, the FIRST thing he says is "You look so familiar... Have we met?". Now tell me, who the fuck says that ON A DATE? Now don't try and bullshit me by saying "Oh! Maybe it's a blind date!". No no no, we know for a fact that it's NOT a blind date, because in the video option titled "ROMANCE", Mark says: "Good idea! Ya know, I always thought you to be a patron of the arts like myself and ... I always respected that about you...". (What? So NOW he knows us? NOW he's acting like he's known us for a long time?!) "...I'm so glad you asked me out on this date. Or---was it me that asked you?---Ah, never know". HUH? Wanna run that by me again? Ahg, but anyway! The fact that one of THEM set up the date, and not a friend, shows that it's not a blind date at all! So why is the Mark character acting like he has short-term memory?

Haha, do you understand why this makes me so frustrated?? It's really only because Mark mentions it so many times, which makes me think it's important. Mark wouldn't just include and repeat a detail like this if it didn't mean something, ESPECIALLY when Dark and Wilford ALSO recognize the viewer.

Now, here's two things that could potentially explain, and ruin, this:

-The weird acting and inconsistent writing is purposeful, so it can work with the Meta Ending. If this is the case, then that's just brilliant work on Mark's part. In the Meta Ending, the Mark character treats this whole shoot as a joke. He says "Now I'm working on this bullshit" and "--can you imagine this script?! This bullshit script! What kind of plot-hole filled, clichéd, written script is this?", he then goes on to explain how completely ridiculous the show/movie is. So obviously, he didn't write it. This could explain why the Mark character doesn't know who his own date is, but then later on, he's known them for long enough to correctly guess that they're into romantic plays. The script (in the video's universe) is just a shitty script.

-Mark was just referencing the fact that the viewer is a fan of his, so they know each other from a creator-subscriber standpoint, and Dark and Wilford know the viewer because they know the fans have watched videos that included them. This explanation further emphasizes the self-insertion aspect of these videos. It literally puts someone who watches a lot of Markiplier, in a date with Markiplier! So the Mark character knows the viewer literally only because he knows they watch his videos.

While I want neither of these explanations to be true, they make a lot of sense, and they're actually very clever when you think about how Mark scripted the video. So, bravo if one (or even both) of these are true.

Clearly, "A Date with Markiplier" and "Who Killed Markiplier?" were both so amazing that I'm S T I L L thinking about it, and I'm S T I L L coming up with new theories for them. Mark's sketches, skits, and big projects have always been my favorite content of his, and they always will be. Let's Play's are enjoyable to watch for relaxation and a good chuckle, but Mark's skilled acting and clever script-writing never fails to be immersive, hilarious, and exciting. I truly hope he strives to make more scripted sketches in the future, by himself, and with friends.

Thank you so much for reading my long-ass post :) <3

I hope you enjoyed, and I hope it got you thinking!

#markiplier #who killed markiplier #a date with markiplier #theories #wkm

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hnnnfdfds · 6 years

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If it's not too much trouble, can you write chuuatsu for the red string au?

Of course it’s no trouble, Anon!! Also I really craved some Chuuatsu, so thanks for the request!!!

Summary: All his life he saw those red strings, connecting people with other people – or that’s how it should have been, according to different kind of tales. No one he met, was connected to their lover. It was… like a punch in the face for him. It hurt. He wanted to believe in it – that there is a person that could love him, no matter what. He wanted to, but seeing all others, he realized that he might not end up with that person.

Then one day, he woke up with his string cut.Ao3

He cut his string.

How he did it was still a mystery, but he didn't dwell on it for too long. Honestly, he couldn’t care less about those damn things, they were only an annoyance. Like, who the hell needed some strings to determine who he should love? After all it didn’t matter in the end. When he walked through the streets, observing lovers, they never shared a string. In other words, fate could fuck itself. He didn’t get why he was the one to seem them, out of all those people in the world. He hated those damn strings, and his life was much easier before he woke up one day, suddenly seeing them – everything went worse after that. He spent months in frustration, because he didn’t know what to do. Especially not, with the string around his own pinkie. Eventually, after picking up a tale on them, he realized that he could just cut the string.

The characters in the book might have not succeeded with it, but he wasn’t in a book and a try wouldn’t hurt. So, he did it. And it functioned. Now, he was standing in his room, looking at the cut string. It was kind of weird to be honest. Once he cut it, the fallen off string on the ground, vanished in thin air after seconds and the only thing left remaining, was the little part tied around his pinkie, hanging in the air. He tried to take it off, but the string wouldn’t come off, so now he had to keep it. With a sigh, he sat down on his bed, after laying the scissors away. It could have been worse, couldn’t it?

In that moment his ringtone went off, and he took his phone, sighing, as he saw who dialed him – Dazai, that fucking moron. Despite his irritation, he picked up, praying, that his sanity would stay intact. Calls with Dazai were always that horrible and unpredictable.

“What do you want, bandage-wasting-device.”

“Ouch, what a harsh greeting, Chuuya!”

He wasn’t sure how to deal with that.

Granted, he wasn’t sure how to deal with everything, but that was a different kind of, I-have-no-idea-what-I-am-supposed-to-do situation.

All his life he saw those red strings, connecting people with other people – or that’s how it should have been, according to different kind of tales. No one he met, was connected to their lover. It was… like a punch in the face for him. It hurt. He wanted to believe in it – that there is a person that could love him, no matter what. He wanted to, but seeing all others, he realized that he might not end up with that person.

After all there was always someone better than him, wasn’t there?

But he shook his head, and told himself he would find that person, even if just for closure.

That’s what he believed until he woke up one day, his string cut.

Why?

Just what did he wrong?

Fate hated him, he was sure of that.

“You know, I wonder if soulmates are real.”

He scoffs at the other’s question.

“You shouldn’t spend your brain cells on such useless questions,” he replies, sitting down on the couch, and sighing. Chuuya wasn’t in a good mood. Recently, the whole thing with the soulmates and strings seemed to follow him everywhere and anywhere. Irritating. Annoying. Why did it have to haunt him?

“Really? I don’t believe the question is useless,” Dazai says that, sitting down beside the other, and grinning.

“Well, you’re stupid.” Maybe not his best excuse, but by now both knew that Dazai was anything but stupid, so it didn’t really matter. Then he looks at the other, wanting to say another insult, but he stops. Because the other is smiling that sad smile he always wears, whenever he seems to know just a bit too much in everyone’s opinion.

“You know, looking at you, sometimes make me think they’re real. Those soulmates,” and then chuckles, and shakes his head softly, “but maybe that’s just my imagination.”

Dazai, Chuuya can’t help but think, knows too much.

But there’s some truth in it, and Chuuya would know that the best. He still can remember the string in his hand, and they way it felt when he cut it. There are just too many wrong things in that world.

One week later, Chuuya sits in a little café, looking at the pretty waiter, smiling at him. He can’t take gaze away from the other’s eyes. That’s a first for Chuuya.

“Uhm, sir…? H-how can I help you?”

He snaps out of it and blinks a bit. Right, he can’t space out! So, he orders a black coffee, and makes sure to smile back. No need to be grumpy, his whole staring was already weird enough. And it’s when the waiter turns around and walks, that his eyes catch one little detail. The waiter’s sting… was cut off. For a moment, he is back in that room, with those scissors and that red, red string. Where his heart keeps beating faster, and he wonders if all his decisions were that stupid, and why he can’t get a grip. But having that string feels so wrong, and he envies all those people, who can walk on in their life, unable to see those hellish strings, that just ruin everything wonderful about lo-

“Are you ok, sir?”

The waiter is back, looking at him with concern. There’s also a cup with coffee in front of Chuuya, and he sighs. It just never stops, doesn’t it?

“I’m fine,” he replies, tired and feeling all kinds of wrong. But he can’t be rude now.

“… The cup of coffee is on house.”

His eyes widen, and he looks up at the waiter, wondering if he misheard.

“Wait, wh- “

“It’s ok, I’ll pay for it.”

No, he obviously didn’t mishear.

“But…!”

He wants to protest, but the waiter has already turned around, and is walking away.

“It’s fine! You had a bad day? M-maybe this will lighten it up.”

Speechless, Chuuya looks after the other, cut, red string trailing in the air after its owner. Somehow, the sight is too pretty. Quietly, he responds, “Thank you.” He’s sure to come back to that café.

There are kind people in this world too, after all.

And, surprisingly, he does. A lot. In fact, he becomes one of the most known customers, and everyone knows his name. It’s quite… the nice feeling, he has to admit. A sense of attachment, he guesses. But he also learns interesting stuff about the café and its staff.

There’s Akutagawa, who always seems to appear from nowhere, with a book in his hands. And god, Chuuya recognizes every book, because he knows the person who wrote them, an annoying guy, who constantly crashes at his place, eats his stuff and asks stupid things.

Then there’s Kyouka and… well, she is his little sister. He’s surprised she decided to help out in that café, so he asks her for the reason.

“Money for my sweets, “is the answer he gets from her. Of course, what else?

Next comes Kenji, who works mostly morning shifts, and he’s always brightly smiling and optimistic. He’s also pretty strong, because Chuuya has seen him carry a fridge once, all alone, and he probably will never forget that sight.

Then there’s Higuchi, and honestly, Chuuya has seen her more with sunglasses than without. She’s got a crush on Akutagawa, and everyone knows that but said guy in question. But she takes it in stride and continues without showing any distress. She makes good cookies, he realizes one day, when she brings some, and the whole café turns into a battlefield.

The last two waiters are Ranpo and Atsushi, and he comes to the understanding, that those two come in a double pack. They share the same shifts and are generally seen together all the time. At first, he thought they were in a rather intimate relationship, but one day a guy came into the store, and it didn’t take long for Chuuya to find out, that guy was Ranpo’s boyfriend (he will never forget opening the bathroom door on that fated day, and everything that was beyond it).

Eventually, he found out, that Ranpo and Atsushi grew up as brothers, and because Atsushi was rather – bless that pure and kind guy – naïve, he got into a lot of trouble. So, Ranpo decided to play his caretaker, and it was clear he wouldn’t stop anytime soon. It was an amusing sight sometimes.

But in the end, there was still one thing that bothered him greatly. And that was Atsushi’s cut string. For some reason it just wouldn’t leave his mind, and deep inside, Chuuya already knew why. He just had to acknowledge it. When though?

Then it happened one day.

He walked into the café, a bit earlier than usual, but not too much. Then he saw Atsushi, sitting at one table (the table, Chuuya normally used), and stared intently at his hand. At first, Chuuya was confused, because there was nothing to stare at. But then, although a bit slowly, realization hit him.

The string.

And because he couldn’t stop himself, he spoke up, “The strings… can you see them?”

Atsushi’s expression at those words, was answer enough for him.

He should have been happy. He wasn’t the only one. He really should have been happy.

Instead he turned around, and quickly left the café.

“Ohhh, Chuuya is in a bad mood again?”

“…Shut up.”

He’s still unsure why he didn’t already punch the other. It was silent for a while after that. But then, Dazai sat down beside him, and smiled that cursed smile of his.

“You know… I started writing on a new book.”

“Nice,” was his curt reply.

“… It’s about the red strings of fate.”

That’s when Chuuya really looked at the other.

“… What?”

Dazai just grinned.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about that one question…”

Chuuya narrows his eyes at the other, unsure what will come next.

“… what if someone actually manages to cut his string?”

And time seems to freeze for him.

Atsushi wasn’t that stupid.

He could see the strings. Chuuya could see the strings, and both of their strings are cut. Then comes Chuuya’s reaction… it was only too easy to find the solution.

He sighed, a bit unsure about the whole situation. He really wanted to speak with Chuuya, but the other ran away, and Atsushi doesn’t know where he lives. But apparently fate didn’t hate him that much, because one week later, Chuuya walked into the café and asked Atsushi, if he could speak with him. So, they did. Left the café and walked around a bit. And after some silence, Chuuya said something.

“I’m sorry for running away and for cutting that string.”

Bold. But honestly, that’s what Atsushi needed.

“Why did you do it?”

“Because I don’t be in fated love.”

And so, Chuuya told him everything. It didn’t make everything right, but it was a start. And gazing into the other’s eyes, Chuuya knew that wouldn’t be the last time he stared at them.

Kunikida kept staring at the manuscript in his hands, with a sense of wonderment.

“This is… really good.”

“Hmm, I know, right?”

“But say,” Kunikida mutters, looking up from the manuscript, to the guy who wrote it, “what’s the answer to the question? To why the string could been finally cut, after so many decades of it being impossible?”

Dazai smirks, “but Kunikida isn’t that obvious? They don’t need it anymore! They don’t need that string to keep them together, that’s how great their love is!”

“… That’s… your insane.”

“I know, right?”

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #chuuatsu #nakahara chuuya #nakajima atsushi #frozen words #Anon #ask

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incorrectshinraquotes · 6 years

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Fanfic: Tattoo

Summary: Elena wakes up one morning and finds a strange tattoo on her arm. Soulmate AU, kinda.

Main Characters: Elena, Rufus

Ships: Elena/Rufus

Also read on: Fanfiction.net AO3

That morning was typical. I got up at 6 a.m. like I always did, made myself a cup of coffee, and got in the shower. As I was showering, I noticed my arm had a tattoo of flower designs on it. They started at my right wrist and wove all the way up to my elbow. They looked like ink drawings, like when someone gets so bored and the only surface they have to draw on is their arm. It was a very elegant pattern, but I was confused as to how the tattoo got there. I hadn't been drinking or anything the night before. I was home all evening. And the markings didn't hurt, they were just… there.

I tried scrubbing the tattoo off my arm, but it wouldn't fade. Eventually, I decided to just ignore it and get ready for work; I would be late if I spent any more time trying to get the ink off.

I stepped out of the shower and dried off. I brushed my hair, put some pants on, and as I was pulling my white button-up shirt on, I noticed new markings appear on my arm.

Meeting with Tseng 10 a.m, discuss Elena's recent performance issues.

What?

I stared at my arm for a good five minutes, evaluating the words. Why were they there and what were they supposed to mean? It was almost as if someone were writing reminders on their arm and the note were transferring to my arm. But if that were the case, how did that person know both Tseng and myself? Why were they planning on speaking with Tseng about my performance issues. Sure, I've made a few mistakes on missions recently, but I was nervous and distracted! I've been a Turk for only a few months and I've been trying very hard to prove myself. Sure, my weaknesses are inexcusable, but I don't feel like my mistakes should cost me my job.

The only person I can think of that would have a meeting like that with Tseng is Rufus Shinra, but he doesn't seem like the type of person to write notes on his arm. Or doodle flower patterns… The whole situation just didn't add up.

I shook all my thoughts away from my head. I would solve this whole tattoo mystery later. I was running late for work.

When I got to the office, I headed straight for the break room, determined to get my hands on some more coffee. The entire commute to work was spent theorizing about the strange markings on my arm. Naturally, I came to so many conclusions that I might as well have none. Luckily for me, my Turk uniform covered up my arm, so all the doodles on my arm wouldn't look unprofessional in front of my coworkers.

I entered the break room, noticing how my three fellow Turks were all gathered there as well.

"Good morning everyone," I said in my most cheerful voice. Nothing was on my mind. Nothing at all.

Reno looked over at me, confusion on his face. "How the hell are you so chipper in the mornings?"

I shrugged and nudged him out of the way of the coffee machine. Filling up a paper cup with the drink, plus some cream, I was content.

I could feel Reno's eyes on me the entire time I was making my coffee. I chose to ignore it, seeing as how Reno always had a habit of staring at people he was trying to figure out. I had taken a sip of my coffee and set the cup down, about to ask our commander if there were any missions today, when Reno grabbed my arm and pulled the sleeve back, studying the flower designs that were still prominently there in blue ink and the word in a contrasting black. He chuckled to himself and released my arm. "Get bored on your drive here?"

I pulled my arm protectively against my chest and glared at him.

"No," I said defensively, "They just showed up this morning."

That last part I said in more of a concerned whisper.

Reno chuckled again and took a sip of his coffee, shaking his head.

"What do you know?" I accused. He wasn't telling me something.

Reno ignored me and watched as our commander headed towards the door.

"Going somewhere, Chief?"

"I have a meeting with Rufus," Tseng said calmly, "I'll be back before too long. Make yourselfes busy in the meantime."

I checked my PHS, noticing that the time was 9:45. So that reminder on my arm was written by Rufus. His handwriting was a lot more… average than I imagined it to be. Simple printed letters, very unlike the elegant cursive I imagined he wrote in. But why were Rufus's reminders on my arm?

"You think they're going to talk about you, like it says on your arm?" Reno asked from over my shoulder. I jumped slightly, forgetting that anyone else was in the room.

I looked at Reno in a manner that I hoped said "tell me what you know, or else."

"Ok, look," Reno started, holding his hands up defensively, "I didn't wanna say anything because its probably not true, but I've heard of people who, when they meet their soulmate, whatever their soulmate writes on their skin, it shows up on the other person's skin."

"Say what now?" He sounded totally crazy!

"Look, I'm not saying its true. I've just heard rumors of it happening."

"So you're saying Rufus Shinra is my should mate? And that he draws on his arm when he gets bored?"

"Not gonna lie, I didn't know that last part. Only way to find out is to look at his arm and see if it's the same."

"What if I wrote on my skin? Would it show up on his?"

Reno shrugged, "Don't think so. I think it's a one way thing."

I sighed. I really didn't want to confront Rufus, especially not about something so… trivial? Childish? It sounded ridiculous is what it sounded like. Rufus would probably laugh at me, show me that nothing was written on his perfect skin, and fire me because of the meeting he had with Tseng. Nothing good could come out of this confrontation.

I waited an hour after Tseng got back from his meeting to walk myself up to Rufus's office. The elevator ride seemed to take forever, even though it was only about ten floors.

I stopped by the secretary's office and asked her to let Rufus know I was there. I wouldn't tell her the reasoning, but she didn't question it. She recognized me as a Turk and knew not to ask too many questions, a fact I greatly appreciated.

As soon as she told me I could go up, I walked with purpose up the stairs and to the metal, air-locked doors that would lead to Rufus's office. They opened the second I reached them.

As I strode into the office, I was taken aback. I had never actually been there. It was plain elegant. Black and white metals for the desk and a bar in on corner. It must have taken a lot of work to change the office from President Shinra's gaudy style to this.

I heard Rufus clear his throat and I realized I had been standing in the middle of the room, looking around, transfixed in my own little world. I stepped forward and, per Rufus's request, I sat down in one of the black leather chairs in front of his desk.

"What brings you here, Elena?"

I was utterly stumped at the question. How did I explain the weird tattoos on my arm? I stared at him for a moment, probably looking like a deer in headlights.

"Well?"

I shook my head a regained my compostre. "W-well…" I managed to stammer out. This was going to be a lot more difficult that I thought it would be.

"Ok, well, you see, I was talking with Reno and he said that I should talk with you because a really weird thing happened to me this morning. I was in the shower—"

"Elena, I really don't need to know much about your personal life. I'm believe any advice from Reno should be wisely ignored."

"No, you don't get it, look at this!" Without hesitation, I pulled up the sleeve of my jacket and showed Rufus the markings on my arm. Rufus furrowed his brow and studied my arm, obviously perplexed.

"Elena, I don't—"

I interrupted him, "Look, I know this is stuff you've been writing on your arm because Tseng said he had a meeting with you and it was at the exact time that this note says that a meeting with Tseng was going to take place and Reno said it was some kind of weird soulmate thing and I don't know if I completely believe that but I can't ignore the markings on my arm, like they're there, and I just—"

"Elena," Rufus looked at me with a look that clearly said I needed to stop talking. "I admit that this is very strange, but I highly doubt this connects us in any…" he was choosing his words carefully, "romantic way."

"Maybe not, but I just thought it was something I should point out."

Rufus looked thoughtful, studying the drawings on my arm. When he finally looked at me, he smirked. "Well, I appreciate that."

"Yeah…" The conversation got awkward because I had nothing else to say, so I did what I always do in awkward situations: I said the first thing that came to mind, "Why were you and Tseng talking about me?"

I could have phrased that more elegantly, but Rufus just chuckled. "I promise, it wasn't as bad as the reminder on my arm makes it sound."

I nod. That's an acceptable answer I guess. I have a feeling I won't get a more detailed answer from him.

And again, the conversation grows awkward and I blurt out the next thing on my mind: "Why do you draw flowers on your arm?"

I can see a tinge of pink on Rufus's cheeks. I'm sure that was something he thought no one would ever find out about. Now he was the one who looked like a deer in headlights. One point to Elena for catching President Rufus Shinra off-guard.

Rufus cleared his throat and regained his composure, "I just always find myself drawing them. I like the simplicity of the patterns."

"They're really pretty." I say, still not thinking about what's coming out of my mouth.

I can tell Rufus doesn't know what to say. I give myself another point for that.

"Let's just keep this between us, shall we?" He finally says, still obviously a little embarrassed. I nod in agreement, despite the fact that Reno already knows.

I got home that night, much later than I had intended. I decided to stay late at work to get some extra papers filed and I was ready to pass out the second I walked through my door.

I noticed as I was changing my shirt that the ink on my arm had faded considerably. Rufus must have washed it off earlier.

After eating a quick dinner and watching a few epicodes of a TV show I liked, I headed to my bedroom and climbed under the covers on my bed. I looked at my arm again, still baffled by how strange that whole situation was. I noticed that a fresh set of words were written on my wrist:

Goodnight, Elena.

I smiled to myself and turned off the light on my nightstand. I know Rufus said there was no connection between us because of this, but maybe he was wrong about that. Maybe he could end up being my soulmate.

#incorrectshinraquotes #final fantasy vii #elena #Elena of the Turks #Rufus Shinra #tattoo #fanfiction

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osmw1 · 6 years

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I Said Make My Abilities Average! Chapter 3—To School

The second day of the stagecoach trip to the royal capital. Adele and the rest of the group were camping in a grass field for the night. This wasn’t a trip for the wealthy. People who travel by stagecoach are not the type to pay for lodging for a simple night’s sleep.

Perhaps it was because that they were all gentlemen, the men offered the carriage for the women to sleep in, while they slept on the grass themselves.

Adele too was told to sleep in the carriage, but she wasn’t too eager to sleep packed like sardines. She said that she would sleep outdoors and had gotten off.

It would be unbearable if there were people who snore terribly or who toss and turn when they sleep.

Oh, come to think of it, I have a test… Adele remembered what her father had said.

Normally, commoners are required to pass an entrance exam to be enrolled in the academy. Nobles, however, were fine without. Since Adele was not allowed to use her family name, she should have been required to take the examination. Maybe because it would have been a pain to send Adele to the royal capital for an exam or maybe they were being stingy with money, such was not the case. Her father instructed the headmaster, “She is the daughter of a noble. You will let her in without examinations. However, keep her status a secret; treat her the same as the commoners.” The viscount’s unreasonable demand was forced through and accepted. Perhaps he thought that if Adele were to fail, he wouldn’t have a reason to kick her out of the house. Which would be very bothersome.

In any case, while Adele is being passed off as a commoner, she will be taking a test before enrollment with the rest of the nobles who also didn’t take the entrance exam. Of course, this test is not an entrance exam, but one to measure one’s true strength and subsequently divide students into classes. Wouldn’t her tricky circumstances be obvious if she were to take the test with the nobles? So thought Adele too, but the adults did not seem to care.

Worrying about everything wouldn’t do her any good, so Adele decided to practice her magic in the meantime.

Magic. A word that made her heart pound. To the Misato with no friends, magic was something from the anime she watched as a grade–schooler and from the video games she rarely played as a breather when she was older. But it’s real in the world and she can even use it herself! An utterance enough to make her heart pound: “magic”!

… but she understands. Certainly, people who can cast magic like the characters do in the anime exist. People like court mages, magic practitioners’ group members, mage guildsmen, hunter guildsmen… Right now, though, Adele is but a 10 year–old child. As far as she knows, her powers as a mage are ordinary. But “ordinary” for an untrained child means “crap”. She can probably cast out enough fire to start a bonfire and water enough for about a cup. No, even that much is impressive. For you see, she wouldn’t need to worry about a water supply on her travels, greatly lightening her load. If she were to complain—amongst the many people aren’t able to use magic at all—well, that’s just asking for trouble. And because of that, Adele’s abilities could even be considered slightly above average. Even so, she did not plan on complaining to God. Perhaps between “no magic at all” and “amazing magic caster”, there lies “can use a little bit of magic”, so she thought.

In this world, different types of magic can be divided up, such as fire magic or water magic. However, there are no distinctions between different schools of magic, like a fire mage or a water mage. Obviously, since there are no fire spirits or water spirits.

All magic is caused by the same nanomachines. Hence, whether a phenomenon will occur is all dependent on the willpower focused into the nanomachines. Whether you can turn your willpower into transferrable brain waves; whether the nanomachines can receive and recognize the signal; whether your desired effect has been decided; and then whether the outcome is prohibited.

That’s why it isn’t whether someone can learn a type of magic, but rather everyone has their strength and weaknesses. That is to say the problem lies within the practitioner’s imagination. It would be natural for desert dwellers to be bad at gush out a large amount of water or ice. However, in general, a great mage does great at almost all types of magic. Vice versa, a shoddy mage, shoddy at all magic.

While Adele has memories of using magic, she hasn’t done so since having her memories returned to her. It’s probably a good idea to test things out. Thought Adele, so she decided to try and make some water. Making fire would catch people’s attention and the what–ifs are too dangerous. Hence water would be fine. And while she’s at it, it’s a good opportunity for her to wipe herself down. This route is far from the river, so all the water they had was their drinking water supply. In that case, it would be great if Adele would produce water for everybody. However, since she hasn’t done much socializing before—neither as Adele nor Misato—she didn’t realize that.

Adele took out a towel from the bag that she got off the stagecoach with, then moved to a shady spot a bit farther away. Between where the coach was parked and the opposite side was a slightly steep downhill slope.

Adele recalled memories of using magic from before her memories had returned, held out her palm, and chanted the incantation. “Gather by me, water, I call! Form into shape, into a ball!” Help me out, Mr. Nanomachine!

Splash!

“Gyaaa~‼”

After being washed to the bottom of the slope, Adele was found by the passengers of the stagecoach who flew over to see what happened.

That’s weird. Where is there so much water… She was strongly wrung dry by the passengers, changed into fresh underwear, and put on baggy clothing lent to by an older lady. Finally regaining her senses, she brooded. No, that wasn’t the wrong spell. And even if I did mess up the spell and that much water came out, rather than “messing up”, that would be the birth of a new powerful spell, right…? If so, was it too much strength? Maybe ever since my memories returned, my magical powers went up? That might be probable, but my powers should be “average”. Before my memories came back to me, I didn’t go out of the estate grounds much; I had just been reading books and studying. By common sense, an average 10 year–old girl in this world shouldn’t have been able to produce so much water. If by chance, “median” or “mode” had been mistaken again…

Crap, thought Adele. Tomorrow, she’ll arrive in the royal capital and then the campus. There’s no more time to practice. Or rather, even if she had the time, if she messed up again, the other riders would be angry. From then on, she investigated the cause only through her thoughts. There was little she could do but to play it by ear.

The following day, past noon, the stagecoach safely arrived at the royal capital. Adele carried her luggage to her school. What’s meant by “luggage” was only a light bag. Eardley Academy, the one Prissy will be attending, is located close to the royal castle. In other words, it is located centrally in the royal capital. The Eklund Academy Adele will attend is close to the north gate of the outer walls—at the tip of the capital. Because the main gate of the city is the south gate, it is at the opposite tip. The difference in social standing between the two schools is faithfully represented by their physical locations.

The walk from central square—the stagecoach’s terminal station—was quite a walk to Eklund Academy. Adele showed her enrollment permit upon arrival and walked through the gates. She followed directions to the girls’ dormitory, given by an old doorman. Adele would be taken care of by either a kind housemother or a strict housemaster. Her fate of the next three years depended on this.

… it was a strict housemaster. An aging, bespectacled woman. When Adele greeted her, she handed Adele her room key, but not without glaring at the girl first.

“Is that all the luggage you have?” “Y-Yes, that’s right…” “What’s inside?” “A change of underwear, toiletries, and writing supplies.” “That’s it?” “Yes.” “Hmm.”

After thinking for a brief moment, the housemaster continued. “If you want some work this weekend, come and tell me.”

Perhaps the lady is a better person than she had thought. As she thought that, Adele quickly bowed her head and headed towards the room she was given.

A private room. The room is about four tatami mats in size.[1] A bit less than half of the room was taken up by the bed and what’s left was taken up by a desk, a chair, and a closet. It’s reasonable for a dorm room intended for 10 to 13 year–olds. Adele was satisfied and thankful for the fact that she even got a private room. At least, compared to living at home, it would definitely be more comfortable living here.

Unpacking luggage took all of 40 seconds. Toiletries went above the closet, underwear inside, and stationery went on top of the desk—and that was all there was to it. She probably even had time to spare before the 40 seconds were up.

The entrance ceremony is in four days. The day after tomorrow is ability testing with the other nobles. Three days later is distribution of uniform and textbooks, along with the explanation of the entrance ceremony. That leaves Adele with tomorrow as her only free day. Adele lies on the bed, engrossed in her thoughts. Now, what was the cause of the water spell…

Previously: /ch001/ /ch002/ /ch003/ /next/ (full list of translated chapters)

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KVAAFCRS: Chapter Seven: A Whole New Day

Chapter Seven: A Whole New Day

Chapter Seven: A Whole New Day A/N: So, it's been a while. Yeah. Sorry about that. But hey! At least it's not been a year, right? This chapter annoyed me greatly. I started out with the list of the things, I wanted to happen in this chapter but it just took off so I had to re-write almost completely to make it fit with my timeline.

Karkat woke up early in his bed in the Slytherin dorms, drew back the curtains and was met with a faintly familiar face. The red-eyed boy from yesterday. Caliban or something.

"Good morning?" Karkat remembered how he'd blown up yesterday, and wanted to at least pretend to be somewhat polite. It wouldn't do to make too many enemies. That could wait until next year.

Caliban-whatever took that as an invitation and stepped closer.

"I believe that we got on the wrong foot yesterday. And I wished to remedy that. As I mentioned last evening, we Slytherins must stand together. The rest of the school looks down on us, and we must not show any weaknesses, especially not amongst ourselves. So, I would like to offer my hand, maybe not in friendship, but as allies. You need one, don't you?" Caliban-whatever held out his hand in invitation. Karkat didn't like the gleam in the other boy's eyes, but he didn't really have a choice, did he? Karkat was sure, if he didn't accept, he would be thrown to the wolves. Better be one of them, than their food.

He shook the offered hand and his headache lifted a bit.

~naknaknak~

The first day of school was crap. It usually was anywhere else, but Karkat was pretty sure that the first day was supposed to be a way of gently introducing to the classes, get to know each other and the teacher, and then perhaps get a plan on the different subjects. Hogwarts had obviously never heard of that. When they arrived at the classrooms, they were told to sit down, find their books, told what was expected of them, a quick explanation what the class was about, and then they jumped straight into it! They were supposed to try and transfigure a match into a needle in their first transfiguration class, for fucks sake!

Karkat had never been taught at a public school before, no he had always been home-schooled along with Kankri. Speaking of Kankri, it seemed like the world was trying its damned hardest for them not to meet up. When Karkat had woken up that morning he had decided he would have a talk with his brother and make sure they were still alright. But when he had arrived at the Great Hall for breakfast, he learned that Kankri had already eaten and left for his first classes. Karkat had then tried to follow and meet up before classes started, but the annoying kid, John had apparently spotted him and chatted him up all morning, right before classes had begun. Great.

And now he was here; in Transfiguration. Unable to focus, out of mind, worrying about what his brother would say to him later. Oh, and he had gained a new chatterbox of a follower. Mr-Sunglasses-Inside stole the seat next to Karkat as soon as he could and had not shut up since. One would think that the teacher would put a stop to it, but the kid had a gift of whispering so low that only Karkat could hear him. On top of that, the kid made sure to only speak when someone was writing something down, so the scratching of quills against parchment would mute him out. So, fuck that guy.

"Hey, so what did you get for question 14? I got 257," the guy would whisper. Karkat stared at him incredulously.

"This isn't bloody math, you absolute shitclusterfuck! It's not even an exam and we got fucking Transfiguration!" Karkat whispered as low as he could, trying to calm down and not get a detention. "What in the shitty world are you thinking?! Or is your lack of brain the reason you walk with those wall-fuckers called glasses? 'Cause that would explain everything about you!"

And then the guy would just smirk and snort and return to his notes. Karkat fucking hated him.

Even worse; as soon classes ended, Sir Sunglasses the Worst would follow him around and comment on every. Single. Thing.

"Hey, any idea why the Gryffindors hates us? I mean, I understand they're jealous, because… well, look at us! We're awesome, but still, they always sneer and growl at us. Do they think they’re lions or what? Hey! Does that mean we should hiss at them?? That would be fun, even though, everyone would think we’re furries, or, ew, copycats, yeah, scratch that idea! What about-“

“Can you PLEASE shut your dumbass piehole for just ONE second??! Every word out of your mouth is another nail in my skull, and I feel pretty crucified here! No, I’m beyond that! I’m beyond dead, I’m beyond saving! You can’t even play a pretty little song to the lord of the underworld to save me now! It’s too late! And even if you went so far and saved me, you would still have to guide me back to the living world, without looking back at me, and EVEN IF YOU WOULD HAVE ACCOMPLISHED THAT, I WOULD RATHER RUN BACK TO GET TORTURED EVEN MORE THAN LISTEN YO ANOTHER WORD FROM YOU! SO PLEASE JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU BRAIN-DEAD DUMB-FUCKING-“

“KARKAT VANTAS! DETENTION!”

“…Fuck…”

~naknaknaknaknaknaknak~

Karkat hated his life. It was nothing new, but today had to be the worst of all. First, he hadn’t been able to talk to Kankri at all because of the dumbass classes. Second, the classes themselves. They were horrible. Or maybe it was just Karkat. Whatever. Third, he hadn't had a chance to talk to Kanaya, the only sane person at this castle of insanity. Fourth, he had gotten himself some kind of a stalker. Or perhaps his own personal chatterbox, who got Karkat thrown into detention. Thanks, pal! Fifth, the detention itself, which was another thing that made it impossible to talk with his brother. Sixth, his companion at the detention; the blabbermouth himself! How awesome was that?! Apparently the idiot had tried to skate down the handrails of the stairs. He luckily got stopped before he got himself injured, but he ultimately landed himself in detention alongside Karkat. So yeah, his life was the worst.

Karkat tried to concentrate on a very stubborn piece of slimy and smelly potion in the cauldron he was cleaning. Meanwhile, Dave Strider; Ultimate Worst Person Ever, saw this as an opportunity to keep on talking.

"-and it was so cool! I would totally make it, of course, nothing can harm a Strider. Too bad the teacher was there, but I'm probably gonna try again tomorrow, wanna join? You can film me- wait… oh yeah, phones doesn't work here. Dammit! Oh well… hey! We can see what they are hiding behind the forbidden door! That'd be so epic! We can have bragging rights, and if we die, we at least left here in the most cool way ever! Unless of course the only reason it's locked, is because the room is full of deadly poison, then it wouldn't be as cool, I don't know about you, but if I ever die, it should only be because I did something very cool-"

"Like trying to fucking murder yourself by skating down the stairs??"

"Yeah. Something like that. Thanks, Kitkat, I knew you'd get me."

"Kitkat??!! Don't fucking call me that, you spewing magpie! My name's Karkat, not that you will ever need it, because our conversation ends here! Never talk to me again!" Karkat yelled. That would probably have prompted another detention, but for once, Karkat was lucky, and the seventh-year student had left the room five minutes prior to fetch their homework so they could work on it until the detention would be over in half an hour.

Those thirty minutes couldn't pass soon enough.

"Karkat?"

"Kaaarkaaaat"

Kaaaaaaaaaaaarkiiiittyyy"

"Kitkat?"

"Karkles"

"Karkat, are you ignoring me??"

"If you ignore me for much longer, I'll DIE! I need attention to live!" and with that dramatic speech, Dave toppled over the cauldron he was cleaning, getting sticky, black goo on his robes. Karkat still ignored him. Dave would give up eventually. But unfortunately for Karkat, he didn't know his housemate that well. And he had no idea how far Dave would go to get what he wanted.

It was silent for a few blessed moments.

"You killed me, Kitkat… My blood is on your hands… now…" Dave whispered and gave a final death rattle and mistakenly sticking his tongue out. And thereby accidentally touching the dirty cauldron. He flinched back with a scream that made Karkat burst out laughing. The first time he'd laughed in weeks. It felt good. And to imagine it was the pest, Dave, that made him do it.

His head hurt

Dave shot him a relieved smile, not that it was noticed by the laughing kid. Dave was happy. He'd been worried he wouldn't gain any friends, as he was pretty hard to get along with, and while Karkat had seemed like an unappreciable guy, he'd already heard some nasty rumors about the guy, both in Diagon Alley and on the train. And these rumors hadn't lessened a bit, since their arrival at the school. Getting sorted into the same House as Karkat had been a sign to Dave to immediately befriend the guy. Dave knew from personal experience that nobody wanted to talk to, let alone, befriend the weird guy, that everyone was gossiping about. It had taken hours, and the short, angry kid already hated Dave, but now it seemed that Karkat could potentially warm up to him. Maybe. Yeah… Maybe…

He hoped.

~naknaknak~

After the detention, they headed to the common room together, in higher spirits, joking around. That was, until they met one, Rose Lalonde.

A/N: I imagine that most of you would recognize what I was referencing in Karkat’s little rant, but if there’s an unlucky soul that either don’t know it, or if I was not that great in writing it, I’ll let you know that it’s the Greek myth about Orpheus who lost his wife (Eurydice), and traveled to the underworld to get her back. Most people already know this myth so I'm not gonna blab on about it. Cheers! (I also quickly want to mention that again, the way Karkat is thinking about the different houses are merely a by-product of his upbringing and rumors he's heard. I, the author don’t think that way. So, when Karkat associates Slytherins with wolves, that's just because he's a dramatic child that believes everything Kankri told him and from what Karkat can tell how Caliborn acts.

Over and out - TL!

#homestuck #homestuck fanfiction #karkat vantas #dave strider #chapter 7 #homestuck harry potter crossover #homestuck at hogwarts

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How do you think Farnese and Casca's relationship would develop after Casca is healed based on the current point in the manga? I wonder if Casca would keep her memories of her current state? I'd love to hear your thoughts ^o^

Oh boy, what a good question! I, personally, will be Fucking Pissed if Casca doesn’t remember her experiences post-Eclipse and pre-healing. That would just be way too much of an easy out. The Eclipse was obviously the Pinnacle Of Trauma or whatever, but Casca’s been through so, so much since then. I’m working on the assumption that she does remember given the number of phallic monsters compared to the number of times men have tried assaulting her post-Eclipse. That and tiny Casca - imagery from these dream chapters has made it pretty apparent that tiny Casca represents Casca’s heart, and tiny Casca’s been there the whole time. She’s just been quiiite weak. There’s also the chapter where Casca kills a couple men even in her regressed state pretty early on, which showed that Casca is Still In There, Somewhere. Of course this could just be my “wishful” (praying for some decent writing) thinking, but, hey. Fingers crossed. I’m hopeful.

This is going to be long, so here’s a cut. This kind of ended up being a Casca post-healing character development answer more than anything, but there’s plenty of Farnesca conceptualizing in it. ;D

I’d really like to see a rough transition. Not that I want more Casca suffering time, it’s probably going to kill me, but for the sake of some spicy realism. Sure, they can go in there and piece Casca back together again after all this trauma, but they can’t just Erase the fact that she’s still been through it? She should still have to come to cope with it all. Her experiences are what’s being shown to Build Her Character. Her experiences are currently literally shaping and changing her. The Eclipse is going to be one hell of a puzzle piece to adjust herself to. If that final piece is successfully obtained (which @Miura It Best Be), I want Casca to wake up really solemn and downcast. She doesn’t talk to anyone for a long while, and if she does, it’s short questions in a quiet, rough voice. She only asks Schierke, at first. She almost brushes Farnese off, which Farnese is like, a bit hurt by. She keeps trying to help Casca with things, just on instinct, but every time she finds a sharp pair of eyes that should be so familiar but suddenly they’re not, locked with hers. She quickly remembers the new situation and leaves Casca to whatever she’s doing. She gets SO sad about it. Caring for Casca is the one thing that’s forced her along to become stronger, and it had become a second nature, and now it was ripped out from under her. She feels kinda lost.

I imagine Casca to be eating soup dinner with Schierke + Farnese + perhaps some fae folk when the boys roll in. Casca’s eyes lock on Guts. Guts’ one locks on her. There’s a beat.

“Casca,” and Guts takes a step forward. “Cas-”

Casca absolutely beams him with her soup bowl.

Scheirke ends up in a little tizzy and tells him maybe he should keep his distance for a while yet, she’s still got a lot of settling to do- cue emo Guts time. He understands, tho, sadly. They eat dinner from opposite sides of the I’m assuming fire.

It’s incredibly quiet and tense. The fae folk, sensing the Mood, have kind of given them their space. Guts is always looking at Casca, Casca’s on her defensive looking at Guts the entire time, Farnese keeps looking between them, like, “huh. Unexpected and interesting”. After Casca’s eaten, Schierke offers that she could have a bath, and they could try to find her some better clothes for her in the meantime. “That would be nice,” Casca says, still all quiet, but Guts can hear it over the fire and basically internally nuts because holy shit he hasn’t heard her talk in FOREVER. Schierke gets up and Casca goes to follow, but she pauses.

“Farnese, would you help me with my hair?”

and that’s when Farnese falls in love.

Thanks for reading my one-off fanfic blurb I hope u enjoyed

No but like, imagine her surprise? The expression on her face? Her flustered “s-sure, of course!” It’d be so cute. Farnese has been dealing with a free-spirit runaround version of Casca for quite a long time now, and it’s going to be Really weird for her to interact with her on a person-to-person level and basis. It’s so awkward for the both of them- “We’ve both seen each other naked a ton of times, but only just now is it actually a reality we have to deal with” type shit. “We’re best friends but also know very little about each other actually as people actually, only small weird habits.” It’s hilarious but oh so painful. Farnese helps Casca wash her hair. Casca instructs Farnese on how she’d like it cut - very short, “like it used to be.” Like Farnese has never seen it before. Bonding moment.

Casca has many soft moments with Farnese after her healing (Farnese helps Casca get acclimated again, Farnese fills Casca in on some things to help her better understand all the shit they’ve been thru, they tell each other about their lives, Farnese petitions Serpico to help Casca in her training b/c she wants to get back in shape, in the long-term Casca teaches Farnese about the sword and takes her turn protecting Farnese which is beautiful and gay) but hard ones with Guts.

I want Casca to be SO mad at Guts. She does have a moment where she has a heart-to-heart with him, but it’s short. She Understands. She’s Thankful. She’s also Fucking Pissed, and she needs space to sort that out. She needs space to sort a LOT out. When she’s ready to come back and regard Guts as a friend and kick ass, it’ll be with a smile and a readied sword.

Please @Miura, I need Casca to recognize how women have been the ones to take good care of her in her time of need. Erica, Luca and her girls (Nina kind of sucked but whatever), and Farnese have been her Best caretakers in her regressed state - treated her like a person, greatly concerned with her wellbeing and protecting her, didn’t tie her up and drag her around when she was difficult, etc. Before her regression the only girl we saw her actually interact with was Charlotte, crybaby gf of the dude she loved for years that never loved her. The only other scene was with all the adoring girls at that little parade thing and Casca was so cute and flustered. Suddenly when Casca comes to she’s smacked in the face with how all these women she didn’t even KNOW cared for her the best of anyone. She realizes how she’s just been a pawn and a plaything for all these men she’s crossed paths with. Casca realizes this and has an inner lesbian revolution, thanks.

Thanks so much for sending an ask!!! I think I’ve gone on long enough. I have ideas for the whole, “her wish may be different than yours” forewarning bullshit that I almost broke into, but I think that’s for a different time in a different place.

Reminder to anyone that made it this far that my inbox is always open~

#gyrosteelballs #admin post #ask #farnesca #realtalk

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