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Twst Unveil Event: The goddess of love's blessing Part 3
Yuurin: *has been called to the headmage's office*
Crowley: Yuurin, your classmates have lodged complaints about hearing voices that appear to be criticizing them.
Yuurin: ...
The voices:
'This one has an ugly voice.'
'This one looks lazy.'
'This one will surely cheat.'
'Cross them all out from the list!'
Yuurin: Yes.
Crowley: This can't go on. The morale of the students are dropping because of this.
Yuurin: Headmage, I apologize for the disturbance caused by the voices. I kindly request your patience in handling this matter.
Crowley: ...
Crowley: You're one of my best students so I will let this slide.
Crowley: Nevertheless, I will grant you until next week to address this issue.
Epel: So you have until next week to find yourself a boyfriend.
Yuurin: Yes.
Epel: Can't you just choose someone you know? Someone to pretend to be in love with you?
The voices: ATROCIOUS!
Epel: !!!
Yuurin: Yes. It's extremely unacceptable.
Epel: O-Oh... What are you going to do now?
Yuurin: ...
Yuurin: Am I allowed to recommend candidates myself?
The voices: Yes.
Yuurin: ...
Yuurin: Then...
Floyd: Damselfish?
Yuurin: Hello, Floyd-senpai.
Floyd: ...
Floyd: *smiles* You look gorgeous today~ What happened?
Yuurin: It's a long story.
Floyd: Hm... Okay~. So~ Is there something I can help you with, damselfish~?
Yuurin: I'm here to ask you a question, Floyd-senpai.
Floyd: Ask right away~.
Yuurin: ...
Yuurin: Will you be my husband?
Floyd: ...
Floyd: Sorry, damselfish. But I'm still too young for that. *smiles genuinely*
Yuurin: *smiles, satisfied with his answer*
Yuurin: Thank you for your honesty, Floyd-senpai.
Floyd: But I feel bad for rejecting you~.
Yuurin: No, I'm fine. I'll be on my way.
Floyd: Good luck finding a husband~.
Yuurin: *nods then leaves Octavinelle*
Azul: *approaches Floyd, seems to be in a rush*
Azul: Floyd, did Yuurin come here?
Floyd: Yeah. He was here a few seconds ago. Why?
Azul: Did you offer him a room to stay in?
Floyd: No?
Azul: ...
Azul: Floyd, I asked you to offer him a room.
Floyd: Eh, I forgot.
Azul: You little—
Kalim and Jamil: ...
Yuurin: *has asked Kalim the same question*
Kalim: Yuurin, you're a good guy, but um... I'm not ready for marriage yet.
Yuurin: That's fine, Kalim-senpai.
Kalim: Are you sure?
Yuurin: Yes.
Jamil: ...
Jamil: He doesn't seem offended at all. Could it be...
Jamil: He's expecting to be rejected?
Kalim: *tries to cheer up Yuurin*
Kalim: I'll find a good husband for you!
Jamil: Kalim.
Yuurin: ...
Yuurin: I appreciate your offer, Kalim-senpai. But I must do it myself.
*In the Savanaclaw dorm*
Leona: ...
Ruggie and Jack: ...
The Savanaclaw students: ...
Jack: Is she proposing to the candidates knowing that she would get rejected?
Ruggie: Yeah. That seems her strategy.
Leona: *holding the list of students who were rejected by the voices*
Leona: I'm not liking this. Her last option now is people from Diasomnia.
The Savanaclaw students: ...
Savanaclaw student A: I think the nymphs preferred someone from that dorm.
Leona, Ruggie, and Jack: ...
Leona: Why?
Savanaclaw student A: One of them told me.
Savanaclaw student A: She said that they already knew who it was.
Leona: ...
Leona: What the fu—
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matt sturniolo x fem!reader
summary: after hearing you confess all of your insecurities to him, matt makes it his mission to have you see yourself the way that he sees you.
warnings: established relationship smut; fluff; mentions of body insecurities; hint of disordered eating; fingering (f receiving); dirty talk; choking; 18+
notes: i dreamt up this smut last night and immediately got to writing because it felt a little too real. i also knew it was gonna be a shorter one shot (compared to all of my others) so decided to try out second person narration rather than first person. i still can't decide which is better, so pls let me know which u all prefer to read. i hope ya'll enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed dreaming ab it ;)))
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With Mac Miller playing softly from Matt’s tv, you sighed to yourself as you applied the finishing touches to your makeup. You took a moment to inspect your appearance in the full length mirror that you had been getting ready in front of, and felt like you didn’t recognize the girl in the reflection. For some reason, you were having a bad everything day. You had started getting ready by doing your hair, and it just wouldn’t fall right once you had finished styling it. Moving on to makeup, you had struggled with making your eyeliner match and all of your base makeup looked splotchy; it was like nothing was sitting the way it should on your skin.
Filled with frustration, you were tempted to tell Matt to cancel the dinner reservation, scrub everything off your face, and tuck yourself in his bed for the rest of the night. But you wouldn’t do that, because he had been so excited about planning your date night all by himself.
You and Matt had been dating for a few months, and had built a relationship filled with the perfect combination of comfort and excitement. Even though you both lived apart, there was rarely a day when you and him were not doing something together — whether that be just laying in his bed watching movies all day, or going on a random adventure in the middle of nowhere. You could never grow tired of being around him, but for some reason your insecurities in your appearance were so severe today that you almost felt like you wanted to hide yourself from him.
As you leaned closer to the mirror to inspect your creasing concealer under your eyes, Matt walked into the room with a towel wrapped around his waist. “You look pretty,” He started, heading towards his closet to pick out an outfit. “You about ready?” You watched him through the mirror as he put on a pair of boxers, feeling a lump form in your throat at how undeniably beautiful he looked. You were hit with the realization that his looks so clearly outshined your own, and hated the idea of other people recognizing that whenever you two went out together.
Trying to get the negative thoughts out of your mind so that he wouldn’t have reason to worry, you cleared your throat. “Uh, yeah I am. I just have to get dressed.” After buttoning his jeans, he looked at you through the mirror and smiled warmly. “Everything okay baby?” He must have noticed the tension in your brow, or the slight downturn of your lips, but you nodded reassuringly. “Yeah of course, I’m just not really feeling my makeup.” You added a chuckle to the end of your sentence, hoping to make him believe that it was just a light hearted confession. He walked over to you and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I think it looks perfect.” He said softly into your hair, and you forced a smile onto your lips.
You walked over to the clothing rack that Matt had put in his room for you so that you could leave a variety of your clothes at his place for when you stayed over. Scanning your options, you skipped over all of your more bold pieces — knowing your head space was far too vulnerable tonight to mess around with any of them — and decided on your favourite black Skims dress. It had never failed you in the past, and you tried to reassure yourself with this fact as you removed your oversized t-shirt and replaced it with the soft dress.
Your positive attitude was gone just as quickly as it arrived once you began to examine yourself in the mirror. From the front your body looked okay, but as soon as you turned to the side you grimaced at the sight of your bloated stomach from the massive deli sandwich Matt had bought you for lunch earlier. The thin, tight material of the dress did nothing but accentuate the swell in your lower stomach, and you wanted to scream out in frustration. Maybe if your hair and makeup had worked in your favour the bloating wouldn’t have bothered you so much, but because everything that could have possibly gone wrong had gone wrong, it was enough to cause tears to well in your eyes.
As you stood in front of the mirror fighting the tears from spilling over, Matt noticed the sheen in your eyes and your wobbly chin and raced over to you. “Hey hey hey! What’s wrong baby?” He asked, his voice laced with a hint of panic. You shook your head rapidly. “Nothing, it’s nothing. I’m just being stupid.” Your voice was thick with emotion, and it made you even more angry with yourself as you knew this whole thing was stupid. “It’s clearly not nothing if you’re crying, Y/n.” He turned you around so that you were face to face with him; concern evident in his furrowed brow and racing eyes. “Tell me what’s going on sweetheart.” His voice was soft, and he rubbed his hands along your bare arms reassuringly.
You sighed and brought a shaky hand to your eye; trying to dab away any fallen tears in a weak attempt to not ruin your shitty makeup. “It’s stupid Matt.” You wined, not wanting to tell him your insecurities out of fear that speaking of them might make him suddenly see them just as clearly as you did. “Y/n, please.” He begged, desperate to try and help you. Groaning, you finally obliged; your voice barely above a whisper as you confessed. “I just hate everything about the way I look today, that’s all.” Matt stared at you with a blank expression as he took in your words, and you waited in silence — nervous to hear his response.
“What the fuck are you talking about, Y/n.” He sounded almost angry in his response, and it caused you to bite your lip nervously as you shrugged. “Nothing turned out the way I wanted it to when I got ready today, plus you’ve been feeding me too much lately and it’s been making me bloated.” You explained further, and watched as his eyes travelled from your face down to your body. “Baby, you look absolutely beautiful.” He said, and you rolled your eyes. “You have to say that, it’s one of the unwritten rules of being someone’s boyfriend.” A dry laugh escaped your lips, and Matt moved his hand to the back of your head.
“You think I’m lying?” He asked, his tone of voice mildly threatening and absolutely serious. So serious in fact, that the weak smile left your lips and you could do nothing but stare blankly at his face; unsure of how you should answer. He tilted his head quizzically, clearly still waiting for a response. Tentatively, you nodded your head yes as a singular tear fell down your cheek. Matt’s eyes softened. “Oh baby.” He breathed before pressing his lips softly against yours. He wrapped his arms around your waist as he began deepening the kiss — turning it into one filled with passion without losing its gentle nature. Delicately, his tongue skated across your lips; requesting access to your mouth without demanding it. You released a soft whimper from his tender movements as his hands travelled down to your ass; massaging it gently through the thin material of your dress.
“Turn around.” He ordered against your mouth, and you immediately obliged. Now facing the mirror, he stood behind you with his hands planted firmly on your shoulders. Into your ear, he spoke. “You are the most beautiful person that I have ever laid my eyes on, and I need you to know that.” His words — overflowing with emotion — caused goosebumps to cover your skin. Using both of his hands, he grabbed each thin strap of your dress and slowly peeled them off your shoulders. Not stopping there, he used his grip on the straps to pull the dress completely off your body — creating a puddle of dark material at your feet.
“Look at you, Y/n.” His hands moved across your upper body; exploring every square inch of your skin as he held you in front of the mirror. You shuddered from his touch; his hands lighting your body on fire as they glided across it. He grabbed your breasts in both hands, massaging them slowly as he planted a kiss to the top of your shoulder. “You might see flaws when you look at yourself in the mirror, but I don’t. And I never have.” His hands moved down to my hips, squeezing them slightly. “I think I just have to show you what I see, and then maybe you’ll change your mind.”
Dropping one more kiss to your flushed skin, he walked you forward a few steps towards the mirror, before using his hands to guide you to the floor. Knees tucked into your chest, he sat behind you and pulled all of your hair over to one side before leaning in to whisper into your ear. “Open your legs baby.” You gulped before obliging, sliding your legs apart but keeping your knees bent. Your bare chest rose and fell rapidly, beginning to feel overwhelmed by the intensity of the situation. You titled your head to the side out of embarrassment of having your legs spread in front of the mirror — with only your small pink thong covering you. Noticing this, Matt brought a hand to your jaw, grabbing it firmly and straightening your head back in the direction of the mirror. “You are breathtaking, Y/n. I don’t want you to look away.” As he spoke, he moved his hand from your jaw down to your breast, holding it firmly as his thumb swirled around your sensitive nipple. “Keep your eyes on the mirror.” He whispered before taking his free hand and sliding your panties to the side.
Your eyes planted firmly on your glistening core as he used two fingers to spread it open. You watched as your arousal began leaking from your slit, and your jaw dropped in ecstasy as he collected the fluid on his fingers. His eyes connected to yours in the mirror as he brought his wet fingers up to your lips. Confused, you furrowed your brow. “Even your insides are beautiful. Taste yourself.” He urged, and his words stirred up something within you. Slowly, you opened your mouth and immediately felt his fingers press against your tongue. You wrapped your lips around his middle and ring fingers; sucking your own sweet juices off of them and moaning at the heat of the scenario as his eyes burned into yours through the reflection in the mirror.
“Good girl.” He praised once you released his fingers, before moving them back down to your throbbing core. As soon as his fingers connected with your clit, you released a breathy moan and screwed your eyes shut in relief. “Open your eyes sweetheart, and look at how fucking beautiful you look.” He demanded sweetly into your ear, making it impossible for you to even consider disobeying him. Through your droopy eyelids you watched, mouth agape, as his ringed fingers massaged your bundle of nerves; their circular motions hypnotizing you. You also took a moment to admire your body as it writhed in anticipatory pleasure — your sweat-coated breasts heaving as you gasped for breath. Matt rested his chin on your shoulder — his left hand still caressing your tits — as he watched in awe at your various expressions of pleasure.
“Look at your pretty pink pussy, baby. And look how unbelievably beautiful you look when you bite your lip. God, I could cum in my pants just from watching you feel good.” His words were equal parts sweet and filthy in your ears, and they added to the pleasure you felt building up within you. Suddenly, his left hand moved from your tits down your stomach and towards your core. You watched in awe as he swirled two fingers around your opening teasingly, and practically screamed out once he slammed them into you. Wasting no time, his curled fingers pumped in and out of you rapidly, hitting your spongey g-spot each time.
“F-fuck Matty, feels so good.” You managed to get out through breathless moans. “Mmm.” He purred, “Looks so good too, doesn’t it? Your pretty juices like honey dripping from my fingers. Tell me how pretty it looks.” You whined before obliging. “I-it’s so pretty.” I watched his reflection as he shook his head and smirked. “Good baby, but it’s not just your juices. It’s you that’s so pretty. Say it.” As he waited for your response, he nipped delicately at your neck. “I-I’m s-so pretty.” Your voice was shaky as your mind was overtaken by your impending orgasm that was very quickly approaching. You felt Matt’s lips turn up in a smile against your neck. “That’s right. And just wait till you cum princess, there’s nothing more beautiful than that.” His words caused your walls to flex around his pumping fingers and your stomach tensed from the familiar feeling.
“G-gonna cum baby.” You cried out, tucking your chin into your shoulder and arching your back off of his chest as your orgasm began to roll through your body. Suddenly, Matt pulled his fingers out of your core and grabbed onto your throat, gently straightening your head up once again. “Watch yourself cum, Y/n.” He rasped into your ear and you watched through blurred vision as your fucked out face contorted into one filled with pleasure as your orgasm tore through your body. Still rubbing your clit at full tilt, Matt filled the space between you both with muttered praises; his eyes firmly planted to your face as he almost fell apart himself from the view in front of him.
Once you came down from your high, Matt wrapped both of his arms tightly around you; leaving small kisses on your skin as he waited for you to catch your breath. “I don’t ever want you to have negative thoughts about yourself like that ever again.” He stated as he rubbed your soft skin gently. Still waiting for the fog around your fucked out brain to clear, you could do nothing more than hum in acknowledgment. “I mean it, Y/n. I get that having insecurities is normal, but, when I look at you, I swear to god I can’t see a single flaw.” Your eyes fluttered open and connected with his in the mirror. “You are perfect, Y/n. And I’m not just saying that.” Giving him a small smile, your heart did leaps in your chest at his heartfelt testament. The sincerity in his voice was undeniable, and when you took a moment to look at yourself again in the mirror, you realized that maybe he did have a point.
Even through your makeup, your cheeks were filled with a lively glow that wasn’t there before. Your eyes seemed to glisten in the light, and your lips were swollen and pink. You would have expected your hair to be messed up, but Matt’s hands running through it had actually made it fall exactly they way you had hoped it would when you were styling it. You still struggled with your bloating, but flashbacks of your body squirming sensually under Matt’s touch — and the residual satisfaction of your orgasm a reminder of just how good your body could feel — allowed you to find a new appreciation for it. Feeling a lump form in your throat just as it had when you tried on your black dress — this time for an entirely different reason — you gazed adoringly at Matt. “Thank you baby.” You whispered before turning around and planting a deep kiss to his lips.
“It was my pleasure, sweetheart.” He responded, both of his hands on either side of your face so he could stare at it up close. “You think you’re up for dinner still? Because let me tell you, you’re on a whole other level of sexy when you’re shovelling steak into your mouth.” You erupted into giggles at this, and wrapped your arms around his neck. “I’m serious.” He continued, his voice filled with laughter. “You think I have blue balls now, just wait until after dinner. They might explode.” You shoved his shoulders playfully at this, and hoisted yourself up to your feet to find your discarded dress. “You add a lobster to my dinner plate, and I might just be able to help you out with that on our way back.”
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BROKEN — J.M
— summary: JJ comforts you after Rafe hurts you yet again.
— CW: angsty af, reader has a panic attack, soft!jj, hurt to comfort (by jj rafe is no comfort in this), strong language.
— note: i have loved this song since i saw a Cassie Howard edit to it, and yeah.
You couldn’t remember exactly what had set Rafe off today, you knew you hadn’t done anything wrong, but then again, you never really ever did anything wrong.
Your boyfriend had a short temper, the smallest things could send him into a fit of rage and anger, and you almost always got it taken out on you.
Like every other time Rafe is set off, sending you into a panic attack, you rush out of Tannyhill, hoping in your car and rushing to the chateau. There was only one person who knew how to calm you down, and even though he was going to be furious that Rafe had put you in this position yet again, you knew he’d be there for you.
Within minutes, you’re quickly pulling into the gravel driveway of the chateau. You barely get your car in park before you’re pushing your door open, your knees hitting the unforgiving gravel. A loud scream pierces the air, your hand planted firmly on your chest as you try and calm your erratic breathing.
You knew you shouldn’t have drove here, you were teary eyed and struggling to breathe the entire way, but you had to get to JJ, and calling him wasn’t an option. He would have came to get you, but wouldn’t have left until he got some words in with Rafe first, and you couldn’t let that happen.
“J-J-JJ!” You shout, your hand still planted firmly on your chest.
The sound of the screen door creaking fills your ears, and your tear filled eyes look toward the front porch, barely making out the head of blond messy hair and tanned skin rushing toward you.
“What the fuck? Princess, are you okay?”
JJ’s voice is frantic and laced with worry as he scoops you up into his arms. He slowly carries you inside the chateau, walking straight past your group of friends — whose eyes are all on you — and straight into ‘his’ bedroom. He gently sits you on the bed, kicking the door shut behind him and kneeling in front of you.
You see the scowl on his face, and you already know what he’s thinking.
“I-I- Rafe…” you try and stutter the words out, but your erratic breathing, and tight chest make the words die on your tongue.
“I figured, he’s always makin’ you cry like this, princess. I can’t fuckin’ stand it. Please, please fuckin’ leave him!”
More tears stream down your face, and you lay yourself back on JJ’s mattress, curling your body into a ball and letting the sobs out.
“I’m so sick of him makin’ you feel like this, Y/N/N. You’re broken, and you need to leave him so you can allow yourself to be happy again. Do you understand me?”
Your breathing doesn’t calm, you feel like you’re seconds away from passing out. You don’t know what happened today, something with Ward, and Rafe being called worthless, and somehow it was your fault. He claimed you weren’t there for him enough, claimed you didn’t give a fuck about him and you made him miserable. When you started crying, begging him to let you comfort him, he’d lashed out even more. He was in your face, telling you to ‘grow up and stop fuckin’ crying’. You could usually handle his outbursts pretty well, knowing that it would subside soon, but today was different. When Rafe had harshly gripped your upper arms, shaking you while shouting harsh words and insults at you, you couldn’t take it. You had believed every mean thing he was saying, and you knew you needed to get out of there before things got worse.
When JJ notices you can’t breathe, your panic attack only getting worse, he quickly kicks his shoes off and climbs into the bed with you. He lays behind you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist and squeezing tightly, rubbing his thumb against your arm and shushing you softly.
“Shhhh.. It’s okay. You’re okay. I’m right here, princess. He isn’t here. He can’t hurt you with his words right now..”
JJ’s tight hold on your body mixed with the soft, gentle calming words he was whispering to you had you finally calming down. You felt your heart rate slow, your breathing calming and the tears slowing. JJ always knew how to calm you down, and he was always there for you. No matter how many times this happened — which was sadly quite often — he was always there to hold you and calm you down.
Once you had fully calmed, JJ spoke. “I know I tell you this every time, and I know you’ll leave when you’re ready, but you can’t keep letting him make you feel this way. You can’t keep letting him have this control over you and your emotions, you hear me?”
You nod your head softly. “I- I know.. It’s just.. I love him, J. I wish I didn’t, but I do. I know he can change, he can be better, he just… He hasn’t had it easy..”
You don’t miss the scoff JJ tried to subtly let out.
“Y/N… You have shown up here, broken and crying to the point of a panic attack ten times in the last two weeks. TWO. Not a month, not two months. TWO WEEKS. He is fuckin’ with your head, baby. He has done this all before, and I know you’re trying to tell yourself he’ll change, but people like Rafe Cameron don’t change. It’s the sad truth, but he won’t ever change. Not for you. Not for anyone.”
Deep down, you know JJ is right. Rafe has issues that he needs to seek professional help for, but he won’t, because getting help equals weakness, and weakness equals Ward coming down on him ten times harder than he already does. But you do love him, and you can’t fathom the thought of losing him. Living life without Rafe would be empty, lonely, heart shattering.
But instead of voicing all of that, you said, “I know you’re right, J. It’s just hard.. I love him, and I want to see him change, but I know you’re right.”
JJ sighs deeply, resting his forehead on your back and running his thumb up the length of your arm. “I know, sweet girl. I just hope you realize how special you are, and how you deserve the world, before it’s too late.”
Your heavy eyes blink slowly, your mind taking in everything JJ was saying. You let his words sink in, the last thing on your mind before your eyes finally closing as sleep claimed you.
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time's up | dr. veritas ratio
The doctor - also known as your husband - has come to refine your problem-solving skills, particularly in mathematics.
A/N: This man is insufferable but I simp because smart + muscles = hot!!! Also can you see me projecting onto this and wdym i don't like triangles, ngl i accidentally switched to first person pov at the ending 💀 this is why i need to find time to write in my busy busy schedule
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"You have 15 minutes to solve these questions. You may begin."
The soft click of the digital stopwatch in his right hand sounded louder than ever to your ears. Your eyes went from his soft, smiling face - which in itself, was a rarity - towards the questions printed on the single sheet of white, A4-sized paper on your desk. They were all mathematics equations. Every single one was an integration-related question.
You always thought that you could escape the topics you didn't like after finishing your studies in the undergraduate level. Life had been pretty smooth-sailing after graduation; you opened a cute and cozy bakery, you married a genius, lived in a comfortable home, have and maintain a loving relationship...but this. This was the least of what you would expect. Being tutored and tested on the one subject you refused to take back in university.
Or perhaps it was your mistake when you told him your weak points in the academic aspect of yourself. That was a side effect of marrying a genius, you supposed...or a 'Mundanite' as he would use to refer to himself.
But you couldn't think of that now. You had a test to complete, and you didn't want to receive his punishment for not being able to do so within the given timeframe. His eyes could be felt on you, as if burning into your body and directly gazing at the very essence of your soul. The rise in your heartbeat and downturned gaze highlighted how nervous you felt to answer this paper.
After taking a deep breath to clear your head, you observed the questions carefully. There were 3 questions, and all of them were pretty easy to solve (or at least, that was what the instructions said). The first two questions were fine; only including polynomials and exponents respectively. As you got to the third question though...you couldn't say it was 'fine'.
It included one of your most disliked topics...trigonometry.
Granted, the trigonometry was pretty simple, but you never seemed to be able to wrap your head around how so many formulas could be derived from them. When Veritas explained it to you in one of your tutoring sessions, you asked for more breaks than usual since you had put a barrier in your mind; 'I will never understand this'; which in turn, made the topic seemed harder than it actually was.
The soft 'ding!' of the bell on my desk reminded you that you had five minutes left for this last question. You gulped, hoping your nervousness would be swallowed away as well. His eyes were glued to the back of your head; not that you dared to look behind my shoulder at the moment.
Every second counts after all, even if you had no clue what steps you should take to solve the problem on the paper.
Your brain seemed to malfunction and your memorisation skills failed you right this moment. You didn't remember the basic formulas, and you didn't know how to derive them from the triangles either. With no viable options left, you decided to unleash your expertise; cooking up your own theories.
'Ah, he's definitely punishing me for this...' was the only thought floating in your brain. Autopilot mode was switched on, and your hand glided across the paper, writing down whatever nonsense that seemed to be related to trigonometry, regardless whether they were correct or not.
The digital stopwatch in Veritas' hand had reached its last minute; the fifteenth minute. "Time's up," his voice bounced off the white walls right into your ears. "Put down your pen and stop writing."
Although reluctant, you did not wish for a heavier punishment. His words were followed by the sound of the pen being put onto the wooden desk. Within seconds, he was stood right next to your desk, using his index finger and thumb to pick up the piece of paper.
His eyes scanned my answers, going from left to right as he inspected each line of working. There was a faint smile on his lips...until it was gone.
Gulp.
He had definitely seen the absolute mess you made on the last question.
A slam onto the wooden desk; you swore you heard the wood crack a little bit. "Did I not teach you this last question?" You could barely reply. His tone was dripping with condescension, but you didn't take offence from it. Both you and him knew he had the right intentions, but his ways wouldn't be able to satisfy everyone.
"You did! I...I just didn't like it."
Veritas let out a 'tsk' thrice, seeming almost animated as he did so. "You do know what you have to do now, right? So come on, what are you waiting for? Is time not ticking?" He took a seat on his chair, eyes looking straight into mine.
You sighed, preparing your facial muscles...as you climbed into his lap. Ah yes, the 'one hundred kisses or you're not leaving this room' punishment. A classic, really. Your lips peppered his face, landing on each part like the first snow of winter; gentle and heartwarming.
"Lunchtime is nearing, so you better carry out your responsibility quickly and dutifully, dear. You'd hate to have lunch at 4 PM again, hm?"
Ah, crap! He was right! Better get to work now!
Thank you for reading!
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In the death family au, do you think that after Jason raised Damian and cares about him, would he try to avoid Bruce finding about Damian and what would Bruce think about it. I think he would still came back like he did in Canon but he would probably return to the loa if he likes it there or probably run away with Damian if he thinks the loa is not good for them. Would Bruce try to find him?
I had to scroll so far down to find the post you were referencing to make sure I remembered it correctly :(
I'm really glad you asked about it, though!!!
Jason's priorities in this AU would vastly change from what they are in canon. Jason, at first, starts down the revenge path. He wants to twist Damian away from his parents.
Now, two paths can emerge from this:
One, good mom Talia! Through her constant demonstration of love, support, and understanding, Jason starts to see her as family and begins healing (instead of festering in his hate and valid trust issues).
Two, bad person Talia. Jason never drops his guard around her and becomes worryingly defensive of Damian (trauma bonding and forced activation of protective instincts). Damian is now Jason's kid, and he'll bite anyone who tries to separate them (a blurred line between father or brother figure).
Either way, Jason will fight till his strength leaves him to keep Damian away from Bruce (Dealer's choice on how bad Bruce is).
With the first option, Jason may trust Talia with her kid as he leaves to go do Red Hood shit (though not nearly the same. Jason's a bit more healed). He visits Talia and Damian regularly until Talia decides to let Damian live with Jason. Then they split custody of him.
With the second option, Jason takes Damian and bolts. He settles in Gotham because it's the only place he knows where he can protect Damian from Talia and the League.
Now... not sure how Bruce finds out. Talia tells him, Steph or Barbara find out, chance meeting, etc. Jason doesn't give a fuck about parental rights. Damian is his kid (brother? Same thing to him). Talia and Bruce can go make a new one instead of bothering him and Damian.
Bruce has control issues sometimes... so that might not go well for Jason depending on how horrid you make Bruce. Dealer's choice, ig
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What type of yandere do you think the Ancients would be if they were one
Thank you for the idea anon <3
Yandere Ancients x Reader
Summary: Oh, lookie, lookie here! It seems that you've managed to charm each and every ancient into loving you dearly...a bit too dearly perhaps. But that's just how they show their affections, right? Maybe that one cookie you were talking to the other day is alright and well and not dead in a closet?
TW: Stalking, manipulation, murder, threatening, not beta read and has never done yandere hcs before. Have fun pookies :D
(It goes from least scariest yandere to most)
REMEMBER WHAT I SAID WHEN I HAD NEVER DONE THIS BEFORE 😭
Hollyberry Cookie
She's definitely attached to you, thats for sure.
You know love bombing? Make it like she's sending a tactical nuke right towards your heart.
She's very clingy, but would allow you to go and do things on your own, you just have to tell her what you did and where you went. Oh, and who exactly you were with.
Hollyberry would never lay a finger on you in a harmful way. Why would she if she knows you'll never want to hurt her affectionate and adorable heart?
Golden Cheese Cookie
She treasures you much, much more then any piece of gold or glittering item she could ever create in her kingdom. The kingdom would be worthless without you in it.
Golden Cheese would stalk you and your every move, sometimes even commanding the marzipan cookies to follow you and photograph your day.
Talking to someone that wasn't the Golden Sovereign? Consider them gone, turned to dust in mere seconds.
She's a goddess! Why would you not want to worship her as much as she does to you..?
It would almost make her sad. Luckily, her best option is to make you do it.
And how could refuse such godly words and beautiful voice?
White Lily Cookie
She’s certainly worse then most of the Ancients. White Lily may just keep you inside the Faerie Kingdom at all times, perhaps even convincing Elder Faerie to keep you under house arrest. Although, she wouldn’t tell you specifically…
White Lily always had her eyes on you, the way you smiled at her words, how you hold her close and say how much you love her.
And she’ll convince you almost every time that you need her.
How could you refuse such a sad and pouty face she makes every time you want to doubt her? It’s almost pitying.
Knowing her goals and past, she would want you to reassure her that you love her, no matter what.
No matter what.
Dark Cacao Cookie
He CANNOT lose you. Anything that you do must be monitored.
Hell, he may even want to use Affogato Cookie’s old spells to keep you under his watch, all agreeable and soft..
He has threatened you once or twice whenever you try to question his judgement, saying stuff like:
“My love, don’t fret. I’m only protecting you.”
But your fears and suspicions were confirmed after one of the Watchers you were talking to suddenly went missing the next day. All you did was say hello and made small talk…
You knew he lost a lot, of course he had the right to be protective over you.
Except being so overprotective and going so far as to…eliminate someone out of sheer jealousy?
You had caused this situation. This was worse then what Affogato Cookie did to the King, because you were doing it completely on accident.
So, to stop hurting anyone else, you just…accepted his love, remaining safe and unharmed within the citadel, avoiding everyone in case of another accident.
Pure Vanilla Cookie
He was supposed to be a pure soul. Someone who’d never do anything horrible or wrong…
Yet when he met you, he instantly got attached. Why? Not even he could explain. You just had some sort of connection with him that made Pure Vanilla love you so dearly.
He definitely hurt you while you were sleeping once or twice, and the feeling of watching you thank him after healing you was…exhilarating.
His habits started from little cuts on your legs to full blown “love” bites and deep cuts on your arms and hands.
At first, you didn’t realize it was him, but after becoming concerned by how much it was happening, you decided to pretend sleeping and wait until something happened.
And it was an understatement that you were shocked.
It was more…terrifying, honestly.
And when you confronted him? He practically almost broke down crying, pulling on your clothes and begging for forgiveness and that he wouldn’t do it again.
Oh, how a King fell so far from purity, nobody will know.
Because after this incident, you forgave him. Surely he was going to stop? You loved him after all, of course he wouldn’t do it again..
And he didn’t. The reason? It’s because you’ve started to lose sleep now. At a concerning point…
Was that coffee in the air? No, just vanilla, as usual…
#crk headcanons#cookie run kingdom#hollyberry cookie#dark cacao cookie#golden cheese cookie#pure vanilla cookie#white lily cookie#writers on tumblr#x reader#yandere
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A Collection of My Metas, Fics and Art that Feature the Women of The Sandman
I love the women of the Sandman. I write about them quite frequently, post art about them, write my fics from a female viewpoint (I’m mainly an OC writer though, but I have one-shots and poetry about canon characters).
So since we’ve been talking about them a lot over the past few days, here are all their tags (they contain every meta that features them enough for me to tag them, and both official and fanart), and all my metas, fics and poetry in which they are the main protagonist/character or at least strong focus.
I have posted art for literally all of the women in the Sandman and also written about most of them in one way or another, and you can find the few that are missing via my tags, but it just didn’t feel right to include all of them here. I think it’s normal and fair that we gravitate more towards some characters than others for personal reasons. It’s just the complete erasure of women that often gets to me.
I want to do more, but like every writer and curator, the disinterest in the women of the Sandman is often a bit discouraging. I haven’t given up hope we can change that…
Here they are, in alphabetical order:
Alianora
Alianora’s tag 1 and Alianora’s tag 2
Calliope
Calliope and Dream
Calliope’s tag 1 and Calliope’s tag 2
Death
Oblivion is not an option—A musical meta about “A kind word and a friendly face”
All the Endless are buckling under the weight of their functions
Ode to Death
Death’s tag
Delirium/Delight
A sacred garden: Death and Delight
Delirium’s tag
Despair
Despair’s tag
Hope
Only Hope calls you out like that
Hope’s tag
Johanna
Thessaly, Johanna and a weird meta about musical motifs
As it was before the otherness came
Johanna’s tag
Killalla
Killalla’s tag
Lucienne
If it is implied Lucien is Adam, what does that make Lucienne?
Lucienne’s tag
Lyta
Lyta’s tag
Nada
Tales in the Sand—Did we find the women’s story?
Nada’s tag 1 and Nada’s tag 2
Nuala
Nuala’s tag
Rose
Rose’s tag
Thessaly
Thessaly in the context of second and third wave feminism
Thessaly’s tag
#the sandman#sandman#sandman meta#death of the endless#despair of the endless#delirium of the endless#johanna constantine#lucienne the librarian#thessaly sandman#calliope sandman#lyta hall#nada sandman#rose walker#and all the other women of the sandman#sandman fic#sandman poetry#sandman art
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when i'm with you | ❤️
; optional female lead fluff | ☁️
w; mentions of anxiety, depression, and loss of a loved one
Sometimes it feels like drowning. Sometimes it feels like there's no air in your lungs and the world is against you, and everything that could possibly go wrong piles up, explodes, and suffocates you without warning. Sometimes you want to give up, give in, decide it's not worth it, and you don't care. Sometimes you hold it all in and sometimes you break down, but she's there each time to pick you up, to make it better, to do nothing at all but be by your side and allow you those moments of uncertainty.
All it takes is a simple phone call or message and she shows up with take-out from your favorite place that you only crave when you're so low, promising to watch all your favorite, feel good movies until you're a bit rejuvenated even though she already knows you will end up falling asleep against her chest by the time the credits are rolling. She doesn’t mind, and you’re thankful for that, among other things.
You’re the most thankful when she doesn’t give up on you. Life has a way of making you retract yourself from the world in defense, when you just don’t think you can bear any more bad news, handle any more criticism, or try to find a way to understand the negativity all around you, but mostly in your head.
Today is no different. She notices in your replies you’re feeling distant, so she offers company even though you’re aware she’s busy with her own work, her own life, her own responsibilities. You assume the last thing she needs to worry over is whether or not you’re feeling one hundred percent your best, but she does it anyway. Guilt would typically surface when you make the realization, feeling more like a burden than a human being, but today you allow yourself to be a bit selfish when you need her most.
She shows up quicker than you expected, brown paper bag in one hand for you to smell the aroma of your favorite fried food, and the other reaches for you before she can even slip her shoes off at the front door. You pull her in, arms wrapping around her body, head nuzzled in her neck to have hints of perfume and shampoo filling your nose, and God she smells like happiness, and comfort, and home.
When she pulls away, her full, pink lips meet your own in a chaste kiss, and she giggles against your skin when you pull her in for another. “Thanks for coming,” is all you can manage, voice low, confidence shot from bad news, negativity, your own thoughts.
“Of course,” is all she replies, smiling wide, giving you another reason to fall in love with her all over again. She makes her way to the small kitchen after you help her slip her coat off, placing the bag on the counter before she’s pulling out styrofoam containers and plastic forks. You make yourself useful, having more energy than you’ve had all day now that she’s arrived, and fill two glasses half-way full with a beverage for the two of you. “I’ll always come when you need it,” she adds as she reaches for two plates in the cabinet just to her right.
“Sorry you have to always come and cheer me up.” It’s an understatement what she does for you, you both know that, but it eases your mind as the two of you share a smile a second before she’s shaking her head at your next words. “It’s annoying, I’m sure.”
“Oh, come on,” she begins, nudging you with her shoulder once you’re at her side, leaning against the counter as she prepares your plates, “There’s nothing annoying about it. I’m just trying my best to be a good girlfriend.”
You realize that’s another understatement as she leans over to press a quick peck against your cheek, chest feeling a bit warmer because her kisses can still give you butterflies, heart a bit more full from her words.
“And, hey—” She stops what she’s doing to turn to you, placing her hands on your hips, looking you in the eye as all smiles fade and her voice grows a bit more sincere. “—don’t apologize for that, okay? I know it’s been hard, with your new job, and with losing...”
“I know,” you cut off her trailing voice before your mind has time to dwell on the painful memories of losing a loved one in the same month of transitioning jobs. You know she means well, and she’s better at facing what’s troubling her more than you are. It’s one of the reasons you’re so thankful to have her; she keeps you going, and reminds you of all the positives when it’s so easy to focus on anything else.
Still, neither of you can blame yourself for falling so low. Losing a family member in an expected moment would be hard enough, but your heart and your mind didn’t have much time to register the thoughts due to having to continue with a new job that offers better pay, yet a new work schedule that is twice as taxing on your mental and physical health, while pretending everything is okay because you want to make a good impression. Two days off doesn’t seem like long enough to allow yourself to heal and be there for your family, but when it’s either money or peace of mind, comfort or security, you can’t be too demanding in a place where you just began.
She notices you wrapped up in your thoughts again, eyes falling to the floor as the memories of that painful conversation mix with the worries of a poor work performance if you let it get to you too much. It becomes overwhelming, piling up, suffocating you, causing you to feign the weakest smile and shake it off before the tears begin to well behind exhausted eyelids.
You’ve spent too long crying, you tell yourself. You don’t want to feel like even more of a burden, even if she promises that will never be the case and even if in your right mind, you would believe her.
“So,” she begins to lighten the mood while finishing the final touches on your food, “what movie do you want to watch? Legally Blonde? 13 Going on 30?”
She winks in your direction to cause you to release a half-hearted giggle. She knows the movies that lift your spirits by heart and it’s a bit embarrassing that the two of you have watched them so many times you could probably recite them word for word. But you’re thankful, once again, for having her as a distraction until you have enough energy and time to yourself to deal with the overwhelmingness of it all.
You agree to the first movie, each of you grabbing a plate and a cup to make your way to the living room. You settle on the couch beneath the fluffiest, bluest blanket with your plate in your lap and she sets her dinner down on the coffee table before she readies the DVD for the two of you. As the movie begins to play, you nibble here and there at your food, until she catches on and warns you with a smirk that she will feed you if she has to. Between laughter shared over silly comments and the light-heartedness of the movie, you find relief in the moment as the weight that has been settled on your chest lifts, bit by bit, while being with her.
By the time you finish your meal, she has found herself slumped against the arm of the couch, belly full, eyes tired, and you’re both thankful neither of you have work anytime soon. You decide to snuggle closer, just like you always do, resting your head on her chest as she softly plays with the ends of your hair. Warmth washes over you, from the moment, from her comfort, and from the first time in a long time finding your mind not swirling with worries or bad memories.
Your eyes grow heavy near the end of the movie, and as the credits roll, she mumbles to ask if you’re sleeping. Her hand is on your back now, rubbing small circles, and you reply by giving her thigh a gentle squeeze over her jeans.
“Not yet,” you whisper, then yawn, and consider dozing off to be a good idea. You don’t get too much sleep when your thoughts keep you up at night. Mix that with a hectic new schedule and emotions that just can’t keep up with your life in the moment and the only thing that seems to be on your mind when you’re next to her is how good it would feel to fall asleep at her side. “But… stay like this. Just for a little longer.”
“Mhm,” she hums, eyes closing, finding her own comfort in the way you hold on to her. “Whatever you need,” she adds, just to let you know she doesn’t mind these moments in the least bit.
After a few seconds, you grin against her cozy sweater as you lay on her chest, and whisper, “thank you.”
“For what?” You can tell in her tone that she’s grinning, and your own smile widens. “I’m doing what any good girlfriend would.”
Of course, she doesn’t give herself enough credit for how she helps you, and you wish you could explain how, in times like these, she is what keeps you going. “For being patient with me, and just… being with me,” you tell her honestly, a second before you’re both too sleepy, and too comfortable, to stay awake. “When I’m with you, nothing hurts anymore.”
The way her chest rises and falls slowly, and her hand stalls against your back, tells you she’s allowing her sleepy mind to take in the words, before she continues her circles over your thin t-shirt, and she whispers an I love you to tell you she will always be patient, and always be there for you… with you.
#blackpink scenarios#jennie scenarios#twice scenarios#dreamcatcher scenarios#red velvet scenarios#itzy scenarios#mamamoo scenarios#aespa scenarios#jisoo scenarios#girl group scenarios#gidle scenarios#blackpink imagines#aespa imagines#red velvet imagines#dreamcatcher imagines#jennie imagines#jisoo imagines#blackpink x reader#twice x reader
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ᯓও Wish I was your safe space…
Hi, coffee speaking! This is a comfort drabble about a kind of tsundere yandere and a reader who went non verbal, I'm not really used to write tsun in yanderes but I think it ends up well.
(not edited, gonna edit this later)
Tw: yandere behavior, swearing, somewhat willing reader, established relationship?, anexy, reader nonverbal due to run out of energy battery, hints of safe food/drink, general comfort and fluff, it's a tsundere-yandere but protective so yeh…
"Why aren't you replying to my messages?"
You get surprised at the sight of those bright yellow eyes on you as he gets closer, his voice sounds like something between annoyed and worried. also seems like he already manage to do a copy of your house key
"..."
"Why aren't you saying anything to me? Did you manage to get hurt in the time I blink or something?"
You slightly shake your head, wondering what you could do to make him understand, your head goes a million by second, fearing to upset him due to being nonverbal at the moment, your breath quickens a bit… until a warm and tender touch on your check steals your attention.
"You don't seem like you have a fever or hurt, this is the 'battery' thing you were talking about before?"
You nod, relieved that he seems to understand what is going on. He then sits on the bed right beside you and holds you in a semi hug, as if you're gonna fly away or something.
"It's okay, you don't need to talk, you just need to be here and exist with me… I will stay right besides you, I won't let anything coming in your way, you need a proper rest right now, and I'm gonna make sure you have it, and if you rather me not being here, then, sucks to be you, I will stay and make sure you don't die or something"
Despiste his words that makes you kinda want to punch his stupid pretty face, it's also feels nice, to be cared for, although not with the greater choice of words, it's clear that he care when you feel his hand shake a little as he hold you gently, he must got worried and run here without a second thought, it's almost sweet enough for you to forget to ask yourself how he got inside in the first place.
"I will order some of your favorites, lay down on bed while I go get some water for you, I'm not dumb to not guess your schedules must be fucked up right now"
You were about to fight back but he gently pulled you down in the bed again.
"Yeh, yeh, I know, you don't like being orden around and bla bla bla but when you feel like the energy is drain out of your body, it's means that you really are obliged to have a rest"
You really can't fight back that logic, although part of your brain is worried about being a burden, you decide to let yourself indulging for a bit as you watch him leave the room probably going straight to the kitchen; Now that you think about it, he did say he will order some of your favorites, he truly knows your taste on food? Well, guess you will find out soon.
"Here, I got some water, the food will be here in about half an hour, it's good that I bring this with me before coming here"
As you put your gaze on him, you notice he's holding a glass of water in one hand and your favorite drink with the other, which you automatically move your hand to grab like a desperate lost person in a desert that just found an oasis.
"Nope, not so fast, hun"
You return your focus on him as an instinctive frown appears on your face.
"First the water, then you can have your special drink"
Reclutanly, you drank the water since there is not really much of an option and you truly need that drink.
"Huh? It's weird and a relief that you don't kick me for saying that or try to grab the drink anyways, well done, honey"
You do a little happy hum as you grab your precious prize in your hand just as he sits beside you on the bed to quietly pat your back.
"You know? I'm aware this is close to a story you tell the police about rather that something romantic but even if you find it unsettling, I want you to know that I care for you, even if it seems like it took a second to anything happens to you, I long for be here every single time"
A feeling of a faint kiss meets your forehead.
"You're a disaster, but you're my disaster, dummy"
Even if you think of hitting him for saying that, a stupid smile creeps on your lips.
bzzzt
"Oh, that it's my phone, should be the food, we will eat first and then came back to the cuddling"
He stands up and just when he is about to leave the room to go get the door.
"Oh, and don't think for a moment you will be free from me, I'm gonna make sure you got better"
That sounded more threatening than it needs to, but it doesn't sound that bad…
sorry for any misspellings or weird sentence structure ❣
Images from pinterest
#lemon our oc#Coffee speaking#reader insert#yandere#random#yandere male#yandere imagines#yandere drabble#yandere oc#oc#male yandere#yandere scenarios#yandere x reader#yandere x darling#yandere x you#obsessive love#yandere classmate#otome#yandere x willing reader#stalker#tw stalking#soft yandere#yandere writing#drabble#silly#silly writing#oc x reader#yandere oc x reader#x reader#tsundere boy
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My favorite bits from the Boston post-game press interviews after PWHL Finals Game 4
You can find the entire interview here! Be sure to give them some views/likes/nice comments/etc.
At the table were Aerin Frankel, Alina Müller, and coach Courtney Kessel.
Since we're so close to the end now, I just went ahead and did the full transcription so as to be sure y'all didn't miss anything. I'll still put dividers between the questions though, just to aid in readability.
All that and a handful of my closing thoughts after the break.
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REPORTER:
For all of you, did you think that game was over before it was actually over?
COURTNEY KESSEL:
I didn’t think it was over, I thought it was goalie interference. But you never know, right? So you challenge and kinda wait. So, no.
AERIN FRANKEL:
Obviously being in the net, I didn’t really know what happened other than the fact that I was pushed. But I didn’t know who pushed me into the net. It kinda just all happened really fast. But then after seeing the replay I was confident they would maybe overturn it. Obviously it’s tough being in their rink, and second overtime, and stuff. But I’m glad that they made the right call.
ALINA MÜLLER:
Yeah, same. I had no doubt that it was goaltender interference. And I knew- I mean, that’s tough when you get a goal overturned. The momentum is for the other team, for sure. For us.
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REPORTER:
Maybe to follow up on that, Alina, or for anyone who wants to take it, how did you guys kind of keep the emotions of that in check? Or did it really feel like you knew that the momentum was going to be in your favor?
ALINA MÜLLER:
Yeah, just really saw the play and knew that this could be a good challenge for us, so just try to stay in the game. As I said, I think once it got overturned we had more power, more speed, more legs. So, yeah, it was on our side.
R:
Aerin, do you have a thought on that? Like how do you lock-in as the goalie, knowing that the game is either over or you have to go back in?
AERIN FRANKEL:
You just gotta force yourself to. You don’t have the option. We made it that far into the 5th overtime, so at that point you’re playing for everyone in our locker room. It’s just a family, so it doesn’t matter how tired you are, but everyone just competes until the job is finished.
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REPORTER:
And for Courtney, Aerin has played 7 overtime periods now and hasn’t been scored on yet. What can you say about the way that she’s been able to rise to the occasion in the most important parts of a hockey game?
COURTNEY KESSEL:
I think we’ve seen that she’s the Green Monster. Tremendous. I think from the moment we came back from World’s we’ve come back with a different group and the resiliency has been tremendous. They’re gonna kill me, but I think it starts with our goaltending and it starts with Franks. Just her ability to stay calm through all these ups and downs. And her ability to keep us in games and win games for us. And that’s what you want heading into the championship. If you have a hot goalie you can win.
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REPORTER:
Aerin, when you first heard of “The Green Monster,” what was your reaction to it?
AERIN FRANKEL:
Coach actually sent it to me and I was laughing. I thought it was funny. My teammates have started saying it as a joke. Yeah, I think it’s cool, because Boston’s one of the greatest sports cities and obviously that’s a big part of the history at Fenway Park. So, I think it’s cool. Kudos to whoever thought of that. It’s pretty awesome.
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REPORTER:
Alina, congrats on the game winner. Can you take us through what you saw in the play?
ALINA MÜLLER:
Uh, yeah. I just tried to put my body against the wall, against the other player, trying to break the puck out and then somehow try to get inside positioning and the puck bounced to me. I think it was a good forecheck and I tried to get it off as quick as I can and as high as I can. I didn’t really see much.
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REPORTER:
For either of the players, so when the goal gets taken off you mentioned the word momentum. What is that like to now realize you have this new opportunity? Do you feel like you have the advantage in that moment? Is it a mental thing? Take us in your minds right there.
AERIN FRANKEL:
Yeah, I think so. It’s obviously deflating when you’re playing a game this long and you think you score a goal and then you’re celebrating on the ice and it gets called back. I think right away we just kinda hit the reset. We’ve been in overtime so much already this year and we just stuck to the systems that have been working for us this year.
ALINA MÜLLER:
Yeah, same. I think the advantage was on our side just from a mental side. It reminded me of the World’s Final, I think it was Finland against the U.S., where the same thing kind of happened. It’s pretty tough if you’re on the other side.
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REPORTER:
For Courtney, wondering if you can speak to what you’ve seen from Jessica Digirolamo tonight and through these playoffs?
COURTNEY KESSEL:
Yeah, Jess is- it’s funny, I coached her since she was like 13 years old, so it’s pretty special to be standing behind the bench now she's a grown adult. I think her physicality, you know, her physique, her build, is built for this game, this style of hockey. And she’s raised the bar since we’ve been back from World’s. And I’m not surprised at all. I really do think she has all the skills to be on the national team one day if she continues to develop and work hard.
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REPORTER:
Do you [Courtney Kessel] have a thought on Alina’s game winner?
COURTNEY KESSEL:
I’m not surprised. I’m not sure who I spoke to, yesterday or two days ago, but they asked me who we should be watching out for and I said Müller. She’s just a tremendous 200-foot hockey player that can put the puck in the back of the net. We’ve been waiting for it all year and I know it’s there and I’ve been telling her that it’s there. Just so happy to see that happen and just watch her grow this year, in the first year with this league.
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REPORTER:
Alina, your coach talked about your goalie, can you describe just being on the ice with Aerin and what the- if you’re often amazed, do you see all the stuff- you know, just what it’s like and speak to just how much she kept you in the game for the chance at the game winner?
[It might not looks that way, but for the record: this was a beast of a question to transcribe. The reporter was really fumbling on their words here and I had to rewind it a ton to try and get it down right.]
ALINA MÜLLER:
Yeah, I mean, she’s the best goalie in this league, in the world. I got the chance to get to know her really well through Nordeastern already. We’re really good friends. I trust her so much. She makes it so much fun in practice too, trying to shoot on her. Just the competitiveness. The fitness, just everything is elite. She deserves all the success there is.
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You know, I said I was hoping Boston would battle back in true Boston-style and sure enough: they did! This game felt very different from the other games this series to me. Reminded me more of how a lot of other playoff games seemed to go...except with a lot more Boston-style physicality.
If anything it has shown once again that you never want to get into a defensive war of attrition with Boston.
And now the shoe's on the other foot. Boston seemed a little defeated after last game and now it's Minnesota's turn. The difference is that Minnesota either refused to do a post-game press session or I just can't find it. So I can't really say how they compare. While I can understand not wanting to talk to the press after something like that, I can't say that it bodes well for their mental state.
[they did do one! It just got posted wicked late for some reason? I dunno. I haven't got a chance to watch it yet, but it exists!]
As the players here noted, it's hard to mentally come back from what Minnesota had to deal with there. It certainly had an effect tonight.
But we'll have to wait until Wednesday to see if they wind up letting it weigh them down or fuel them forward.
We already know you never want to put Boston into a corner. And if Minnesota comes out for blood in Game 5? Should be a spicy end to the finals.
(and hopefully that end is a more decisive, less "what is even happening right now?"-styled one)
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Hello :)
Could you please do and platonic Aizawa x daughter reader?
His daughter is in her teen years so she is being like really rebel and all that so they fought a lot, but one day she just breaksdown during one fight and starts crying and apologizing for being a shitty daughter?
I have been avoiding this for so long, and it's all because I have no idea how aizawa would handle something like this. because it goes against everything that Aizawa would try and teach his kid so this may be a little forcefully written, apologies.
TW : unhealthy parenting, mental illness, some suicidal thoughts, probably angsty shit, I dunno, read at your own risk.
We can start this by walking through how this may start in the first place. I think the best place to start is that reader's mom left her and Aizawa when she was very young, and Aizawa, assuming here he didn't understand how to properly tell her why her mother left her, never tells her why.
Now reader is very young so she might blame one of two things.
herself
her father
While both instances would technically work, I think the more favorable option is she blames herself since a young child would probably never blame an adult they look up to and hold dear as the problem.
Up to this point her father has been really kind to her so the only other variable is her, this spirals into social anxiety, low self esteem, and depression. all of which don't help when you have an absent mother and a neglectful father who is both a teacher and a full time hero, which leaves little to no room for children.
(this is also why I think it isn't realistic for Aizawa to keep Eri or a child without another non-hero caretaker. Fight me, I dare you.)
As time goes on, and this child becomes a teenager, she might not know how to properly express her feeling and after being misguided by factors like the internet, other adults, and "friends" she might take out the feeling of being abandoned on her closest caretaker and another source of her problems; Aizawa.
if you purposely yell at him or start arguments it's not going to be very fun because Aizawa has this complex where if his students or other heros represent incompetence or arrogance he expels them or ignores him rather than explaining it to them and helping them improve, this is especially with students.
and since he lacks a true connection with you as his daughter mainly because of his job(s) and past with Oboro which he is still trying to heal from keeping him from bonding with you, he'll treat you as a student like the rest of the teenagers he knows. and even then, you may actually be treated worse than his students because while he interacts with them daily, he interacts with maybe 1 hour every other day.
so from all that he simply ignores you, just stops interacting with you entirely, he's too tired for your bullshit. this action makes the wedge between you two even worse.
if you keep persisting though he will yell back but it's often really short and really loud. something like "SHUT UP" a cold "I don't care." before slamming the door in your face. He knows it's probably not right to do that to your daughter but let's face it. you're just this annoying teenager he legally has to live with if he doesn't want to lose his hero and teaching license.
this is where things actually get very interesting, because let's assume he stops approaching you entirely, you just live in the same house nothing more than that, and while you may act like you hate your father for ruining your family and neglecting you all your life on the outside, remember, you're still that little kid in second grade that blames yourself for your mother leaving and your father not caring for you.
so let's say you realize this and go back to blaming yourself for everything like you did when you where a kid but since your father stopped talking to you entirely explaining your faults to him maybe difficult.
this where my personal experiences come in, I've actually had this happen to me in my own life, and I truely hope that you'll enjoy it. thank you.
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why is it that the voices are the loudest in the dead of night?
the moon is gone, the birds are silent, there isn't a single light that shines on your tear streaked face, puffly, swollen, sad, just sad.
years of confusion, neglect, a lack of love in it's purest form.
all because of you.
it's all because of you.
it's sings so prettily, like it's a church choir spreading the word of the lord like it's common knowledge.
it's common knowledge that you are a terrible person!
it cackles.
the urge to strangle yourself to finally feel some relief has never been stronger.
lie awake in the dead of night, in pitch darkness, a proper scenery to match ones broken and cracked soul, be careful, you might hurt yourself, again.
however, one cannot weep in their wallows forever.
the night has to make way for the morning sun.
and a relaxed self pity has to make way to dread.
dread.
dread of him, he who you blame for everything, everything you know is your fault.
it's all your fault.
a click at the door,
the creak of the old wood and the hinges never oiled.
mild thumping footsteps that wander around the apartment that can barely hold your overflowing buckets of tears.
you can mumble out all your pleas.
pleas that this is all a terrible nightmare and your real life is actually one with a kind and loving mother and a supportive and encouraging father.
mumble out the little lies that you made up all these years to make yourself feel worse and other better.
"it's pointless to keep trying."
"I wish I wasn't here."
"why can't I just be happy?"
"it's all my fault,
it's all my fault,
it's all my fault."
the thin walls don't do those in mourning justice though.
for the wind is calm, the branches don't dare to move, the owls, the bats, the sleeping heros in training downstairs don't make a peep.
for the only ones alive, awake, aware, is a man beaten down and broken by society serving as it's protector, ignoring the one in most need of protection all this time. With him is a girl. a girl that's scared, scared of her mirror image that haunts her, a girl who's cried an ocean, screamed a thousand wails of pain, a girl lost in her own heart,
"No wonder no one loves you."
you lie again.
but keen ears trained from years of work with villains hears you, for the first time, he hears you.
not the rebellious teen he's seen yell out strings of pure hatred and fiery insults like he's her own worst enemy.
it's the girl who he saw waiting on the steps to their apartment all those years ago. waiting for her mama to come back home with the promise of cupcakes.
it's the girl who never smiled for the remainder of elementary school.
it's the girl who's heart withered way that autumn evening.
he heard the softest little voice in the dead of night. he heard his daughter cry
"No wonder no one loves you."
.
.
.
"But I love you."
for that whole night, for that whole night.
the peace was disturbed.
for that whole night, it seemed that the moon shone once again.
it may not be the sun. but it'll do for now.
Aizawa walked away shortly after that.
leaving a little girls and her mirror image to ponder.
ponder.
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Afterwards I don't think he'd talk about it too much, he's proabably approach you after breakfast the next morning and tell you "you can talk to him about it if you want." but not much more than that
he definitely would change his practices though. like getting you a therapist, taking the weekends off in favor of being around the house more.
he'll let you get used to his presence first like one would with a cat, and one day. maybe years later, or tomorrow, you'll talk to him.
you'll tell him you love him too.
and maybe.
just maybe.
the world will stop,
and everything will be okay.
#bnha x reader#bnha#bnha headcannons#bnha fluff#bnha x child reader#platonic yandere#child reader#mha aizawa#shouta aizawa#yandere aizawa#aizawa shouta#shota aizawa#aizawa sensei#aizawa#yandere aizawa shouta#shouta aizawa x reader#bnha shouta aizawa#aizawa x y/n#aizawa x reader#aizawa x you#bnha aizawa#mha#mha x poc!reader#mha spoilers#mha x reader#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#mhaxreader#eraserhead
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Beneath a Veil of Shadows Part 3
Azriel x Reader
Note: Its very short, so i will try to post something the next couple of days :3
Warnings: Mention of trauma, kidnapping and perhaps torture?
Word Count: 1k
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The night had passed when Rhysand summoned the Inner Circle. The wind outside was relentless on The House of Wind, so much so that the house seemed to braze itself for every new gust of wind. Cassian walked hand in hand with his mate, both clad in whatever they first found in their closet. It had been purely luck having them sleep over at the House when Rhys summoned.
The evening before consisted of numerous drinks for the others, and sober dancing for Cassian and Nesta. He understood her need for distance against substances, not only so she wouldn’t relapse into old habits when things got bad again, but because she gagged every time, she smelled a certain drink. He couldn’t do anything other than laugh at her then. Drinking his own water, hoping they would end up in bed at the end of the night without her heaving at his breath.
But right now, the atmosphere was tense between them. Rhys wouldn’t assemble them all by dameati if it wasn’t urgent, and Cassian’s biggest fear was that it was concerning the only missing members of the Inner Circle; Y/n and Azriel.
The meeting room was at the end of the hallway up the stairs from their room. By the time Cassian and Nesta came up the stairs, Cassian could faintly hear Amren coming through the front door, presumably with Mor should the feminine whisper shouting give any indicator. A quick Hush from Amren seemed to shut her up and Cassian let out a soft laugh. Soft enough that only Nesta whipped her head towards him, frowning like she couldn’t believe he dared.
“It is probably not as bad as it seems, Nes. It never is.” He whispered in her ear, making her shiver. Her eyes seemed distant. “You don’t know that.
Coming to a stop by the door, they waited for the rest of the party. Everyone but Feyre and Rhys, and Y/n and Azriel, but that was to be expected, stood outside the door. Seemingly waiting for someone to dare open it, as if everything would change, for better or for worse. Cassian lifted a hand towards the door. “Whatever happened with those two, they will come home,” Amren swore softly. Cassian wished he could agree and opened the door.
At the head of the oval table sat Feyre. Apparently in silent communication with Rhys, considering the soft glances and Rhys stopping his pacing by the fireplace in the corner to kiss her cheek. “Sit,” he ordered. One by one they filed into their assigned seats, they had sat here a million times before, discussing wars and missions, politics, and information, never without knowing what they went too. As they did now.
Feyre sat on Cassian’s right, looking down at her hands in contemplation, he tried to catch her eyes, with no luck. She seemed so sad and… worried perhaps. At the thought, he glanced to Rhys having almost paced a hole in the floor, he, too, looked worried. Neither observation helped his anxiety.
Azriel was his stone when things went south, and now Cassian knew things would go further than south, and Azriel wasn’t here. He wouldn’t overreact to anything, having gone through almost anything one can imagen going through; Azriel was a fighter, not only a warrior, but a fighter through and through. He had fought his whole life, making him a safe option for Cassian to rely on. The chair opposite Cassian seemed so empty, he wouldn’t even begin to think about the chair to the left for Azriel’s. He had felt the emptiness the second she had left for the mission. They might not have known each other for long, considering she was a babe by the time Cassian had fucked his way through half the camps in Illyria, gotten bored and settled in Velaris, and gotten his High Lord locked up under a mountain. She had still taken hold in his heart, forever his little trainee.
Nesta brushed her hand against Cassian’s thigh, catching his attention. He turned his head to Feyre and Rhys, who stood by her side, not yet taking a place by the table. He was restless, Cassian noticed.
“They’re captured.”
Total silence followed the words. No one dared say anything at all, hoping they heard Rhys wrong. Cassian’s heart stopped.
“And how did this happen?” Amren’s words were slow.
Rhys looked to Feyre, who watched their reaction. They had known this, it seemed, for a time. Cassian didn’t feel anything. He knew Nesta had turned her gaze to him, knew she was expecting something from him, as they all did. But he couldn’t think. Couldn’t think beside the roaring in his head. Azriel wasn’t new to this, Cassian knew, fuck he had even been captured a time or two, together with Rhys and some other warriors. It either ended in the enemy dying, or the enemy dying together with someone they knew, those times were the hardest to swallow. But Y/n had never been captured. She wasn’t made to fight like they were, but what she lacked was made up by her fierceness and unwillingness to give up. She had gotten better over the years. But something about Feyre’s tone made Cassian’s body lock up, it would be worse than a simple capture. And Y/n would never break.
Feyre took a breath, readying herself. “We got a note of their capture early this morning. Rhys and I have been negotiating with their Commander for the release of two of their prisoners in exchange for an artifact,” Cassian’s throat constricted. Commander. They had an army, a structured enemy, not just a lone fucker or fuckers thinking they’re good enough to take down a court. “Who, Feyre?” Cassian looked her in the eyes, this meant war again. At her hesitance Cassian growled, not at her, but the situation, the male thinking he was powerful enough to take this chance. “Rhysand,” Mors hard voice caught his attention, meeting her furious stare.
“The letter was signed ‘Commander of Koschei’s army’.”
#acotar#acotar x reader#azriel#azriel x reader#spymaster#fanfic#batboys x reader#azriel x y/n#acotar fic#batboys
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♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝔹𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 ₊˚ˑ༄
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ not a request
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Happy Birthday to this blunt yet such a cute boy!
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff
Toya was a sweet boyfriend~ Always so affectionate and gentleman! He spoiled you with affections, held doors open for you, carries your bag, you name it! You may even think he'd do anything for you~
That's precisely why you wanted to make an unforgettable birthday for him! You knew he liked cookies... so why not make a cookie cake, you thought? You two are cookies ice cream so maybe he'd like the cake option too!
It seemed easy enough... keyword: "seemed". Luckily for you! There's Akito, who's close friend of his! And you decided to use the fact he can bake!
"<Akitooooo I heard you like pancakes~?>" Was literally the message you started your deal with... You don't regret anything tho! Because right now, you have this ginger at your place, helping you bake. He's a little feisty, sure... but at least he knows his way around in the kitchen.
"Stop checking the oven every 5 seconds! We just got it in."
"I'm just worried! Toya can be here anytime!"
"Stop worrying then. He's being held by An and trust me, she can keep someone hostage."
"That sounded... creepy..."
"Yeah well that's how it is. And if he comes close, I can call him in last moment that he needs to go somewhere. And trust me, he will."
"Now that's mean... but needed in current situation. Tho I feel like if he'd be close, he'd still say hi..."
"Well be happy you're safe for now!"
He shrugged it off while you were worrying yourself, not wanting your boyfriend to discover what you were preparing for him before it's even finished!
Minutes passed... and finally you heard alarm from Akito's phone, meaning just one thing... cake was ready!
"Finally!!"
"Gosh you're just like a little kid..."
He watched you take the cake out, he just checked it before taking a step back.
"Seems good. You aren't as bad at baking as you claimed, you can get the decorating done by yourself, right?"
"I can try..."
Your moves were interrupted by sudden doorbell, and following swear word from Akito's mouth. You were about to start making plans, but it seems like he was faster, already going towards door to your garden.
"I'll leave throguh fence."
"You don't have to! I don't mind telling Toya you helped me!"
"But I do. He'll be much happier if you skip that fact, trust me. If you want to repay me just make this birthday nice for him."
You nodded and quickly came over to answer the door, and there indeed was no one else than your boyfriend! You let him inside happily while secretly waving to Akito and closing the front door.
"Something smells... amazing... are you really baking?"
"Well~ I already did! I just have decorating to do..."
"May I help you then? If you don't mind that is."
He offered, genuinely wanting to help you and have some quality time together! He heard many stories about how some couples bake together, and he wanted to experience that himself!
"Of course! Follow me!"
You went to kitchen, with Toya following you. And that's how your little decorating experience started~ He tried his best to not mess anything up, leading to him deciding the cake absolutely perfectly! While you were both decorating and admiring him from time to time~
You got few giggles too! Stealing each others decoratings, eating decoratings and whatever else you could think of!
And final result was even better~ Because the two of you just had to wait few minutes and soon, you could cut your own creation.
"It looks really good~ I'm so happy you thought of this."
"No problem! First slice for birthday boy~?"
You announced as if it's the most important information while handing him first slice. But it was important information for you, so that was enough of a reason for you!
"Happy Birthday, Toya!"
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@bleachtheidiot @akitosheart @yulikesminori @toyaswif3y @miya-akane @toyaslove @bl4cktourmaline @r4wrclwz @stellas-starry-stove13 - come get your cookie lover~
#project sekai#colorful stage#x reader#project sekai x reader#colorful stage x reader#project sekai colorful stage#project sekai colorful stage x reader#toya aoyagi#toya aoyagi x reader#project sekai toya aoyagi#project sekai toya x reader#fluff#project sekai fluff#oneshot#project sekai oneshot
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What does Sora know, or what is he aware of? Has been a question on my mind since taking a closer look at the Round Room scene in Dream Drop Distance. Is it possible that he knows more than we think?
I've been toying with this idea in my mind for a long while. It sparked when I noticed something in the scene's animation. In further away shots in the second half of the scene (such as just before Xehanort makes his attempt to make Sora his vessel) we see Sora's eyes wide open. Where as any close up shots, that we get in the beginning, Sora's eyes are mostly shut. So what happen in between? Was all the commotion, enough to make him semi-aware?
That's the answer, if I am honest, I sort of wanted. I mean think of the angst potential? (I'm a fan-fic writer okay?) But, I am the type of person to look at all possible options first, and see what is the most plausible answer, and even look at real-world explanations.
The real world explanation, is limited animation. While I don't know if this exactly what they would term what they are doing, it is what I personally call it. It is something that is done in all main-line KH games up to KH3. Where unless it is needed to convey what they wish, or it is a close up shot, sometimes they will limit what they animate or draw. In the case in question, those far away shots could be that limited animation. They do go as far as make the iris of Sora's eyes dark and undefined, in order to match what Sora's eyes are at this time. They are like black-blue dots.
So this big, big question might all be chalked up to a shortcut made by the developers. *sigh* If though, this isn't the case, and there isn't another explanation, then what might that be? Well of course there is the obvious one, and I've already mentioned it. The best evidence to back this idea up comes from BbS. When Ven first arrives at the Land of Departure, his eyes are the same unfocused, endless blue orbs. Yet he shows some sort of very limited awareness, though he gets overwhelmed very quickly. Then later when he finally wakes up, his eyes are still the same.
So these eyes don't necessarily mean unawareness. However, when looking at Sora's case, the text does explicitly say that Sora is asleep. This is what pulled me to the most plausible answer (save the real-world one, which no one really wants) in my mind. If there is someone watching, perhaps it is Ven, Roxas and Xion.
When Riku goes to wake Sora up, he has to answer three questions, all posed by these three. And before that, Ven showed some sort of awareness, by protecting Sora with his armor. We see a heart hover over Sora right after he drops to the deepest darkness. Considering the armor appears after, it could be presumed to be Ven.
So in a way, those three were Sora's guardians, even if they couldn't do all that much. If this is the case, then that smile at the end of the game by Ven could have a deeper meaning, as not only is it about the Dream Eaters, but also that everything is now as it should be.
Still, I'll always wonder. What does Sora truly know? Eyes don't lie, ya know.
Do you think I am barking up the right tree, or do you have thoughts to add? Feel free to reblog and tell me!
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So, the show had Gwendoline Christie's Lucifer towering a good head over Tom Sturrige's Morpheus. But we know from a certain unpublished drawing floating around in the fandom, and furthermore from Neil Gaiman's answer to this ask that Morpheus had the means to be the one intimidating his adversary with his height. So why didn't he ?
Is it that Lucifer, a shapeshifter themself, would retaliate by making themself taller, which Morpheus would have to repond to by towering even higher, etcætera, etcætera, in a clash of egos that neither can win, unlike the Oldest Game ? Is that something that happened before ??
Or is it that Morpheus would rather play the humility card as he stepped into Hell uninvited and bereft of his crown he'd precisely come to retrieve ? Feign vulnerability (or feign to feign vulnerability so as not to let Lucifer on his actual vulnerability. Not that the Morningstar would be so gullible) so the Lightbringer would drop their guard and leave more chances for Morpheus to defeat them ?
#the sandman#morpheus#dream of the endless#lucifer morningstar#I do think the second option is the right one#but it begs the question still of what their previous meetings might have looked like#this IS an invitation to input your own theories#wrongs answers only <3#meta#the sandman meta#or is that sillyposting ? I let you make the decision for yourself#also all the posts about Dream's helm being just a quirky thing that holds no power compared to his sand or his ruby are hilarious but#Morpheus DOES state it is his symbol of office#he's a KING and that's his CROWN#and yes it has a quirky shape because he's Not Like Other Kings#but it DOES hold power albeit symbolic#and Morpheus definitely suffers its loss throughout his visit in Hell#thanks for coming to my tags talk
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#p4#p4g#persona 4#persona 4 golden#hanamura yosuke#yosuke hanamura#souyo#the fact that whether the player agrees or disagrees with her is irrelevant to yu's perception of his relationship with yosuke#in that it is strong#in that they get along#in that yeah yu essentially says thats right we DO get along well#i guess there isn't really a right or wrong answer but the second option rings a lot truer to me#thinking again about yosuke's “you were transferring from the city so i thought we would get along”#except yosuke's arc eventually being about “it's not where you're from or where you are it's who you're with”#yosuke also thinking that they were going to have a largely superficial friendship at first except it's upended later#but i also love that yu could establish that depth and his attachment/connection to yosuke as early as MAY#this is ONE MONTH after yu pulls yosuke out of the trashcan#day 2198427 of me yelling about how important yosuke is to yu even if yosuke doesn't see it IT'S SO OBVIOUS TO EVERYONE#he's good with his queue
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