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Hello!!!! Feel free to answer any one/combination of these questions that you want you. I'll be excited to see your answers. Hope you're having a good day!
Reynie, Sticky, Kate, and Constance
2. Favorite canon thing about this character?
5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?
20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?
23. Favorite picture of this character?
Quincey Morris
22. If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to ths character? Something you don't like?
25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?
6. What's something you have in common with this character?
2. Reynie - I love how relatable he is, especially when he doubts himself, such as when he worries he's a bad person for liking the Whisperer (never mind that it operates similar to a drug) or when he fears he is bad for thinking they should cheat on tests. I also LIVE for his unhinged moments, like in TPJ when he yeets Noland's radio and later, Risker's diamond into the water. Like, Reynie, you absolute cinnamon roll, what are you doing??????
Sticky - that he's canonically very HandsomeTM and can pull anyone he wants!!! I love that for him, he deserves it. They just have to understand his love language of obscure words first...(oh and also he's braver than he thinks but you asked for my personal favorites and that's definitely mine)
Kate - Basically everything -- she's my favorite character overall -- but I think it's her positivity in the face of danger, her ability to bounce back from everything she's faced in her life. One line that still sticks with me is when Reynie says "'It's not funny, Kate.' For a moment - a fleeting moment - Kate looked desperately sad. 'Well, of course it's not funny, Reynie Muldoon. But what do you want me to do? Cry?'” It could come off as a little toxic positivity, but I feel like it's done in a way where that's just her personality, where she's not trying to influence others to act the same way, and I love that!!! I lean towards the optimistic side like her and it makes me happy to see someone like that in a book series I love so much.
Constance - definitely her sass and that one monologue in Riddle of Ages where she finally snaps after feeling excluded the whole book...not to mention feeling hurt Reynie thought she was annoying (even though she knew that was a temporary thought and NOT his true feelings)...oooof...that hurt, I can relate Connie girl :(
5. This is actually super hard!! I love music and I love MBS but for some reason I've never really associated the two together. Weird right? Here's my best shot!
As a group - Right Back to Where We Started From by Maxine Nightingale (because they need a feel-good family bop)
Reynie - Under Pressure by Queen ft. David Bowie (to describe his pressure as the leader)
Sticky - Lonely by Imagine Dragons (to describe his anxiety)
Kate - I'm Still Standing by Elton John (to describe her bouncing back from hardship)
Constance - I Don't Care by Fall Out Boy (to describe her stubborn nature -- plus I like to listen to this when I'm mad so it fits lol)
20. Reynie - if we're talking show, definitely SQ!!! I feel like they're both introspective and kind-hearted, and they would've made great bffs had things been different. In the books, to spice things up, I would've loved to see a young Nicholas and Reynie meet up -- they definitely would have been besties since as an adult, Nicholas always seems to know what Reynie is thinking. I do think they would still need someone like John to stand up for them since Nicholas had that gaggle of bullies on his back and he didn't Home Alone them/somehow persuade them to back off until later.
Sticky - For the books, a young Number Two. They're alike in a lot of ways and it just makes sense :) (not that they can't be besties at their current ages, but this is for adventuring possibilities, like with Nicholas). As for show Sticky, I think it would be highly entertaining if Jackson and Jillson had taken a liking to him while he's at LIVE. They find his intelligence and wit interesting and he's a favorite of Curtain so they start following him around too. At first, Sticky hates this but with time he starts to enjoy their harmonious presence, and how they seem to know what he's thinking. An ideal friendship? Maybe not. But certainly unique. I’d also love to see how this affects season 2.
23. Kate and Constance - the very talented @magic-swords-art drew this image of Kate and Constance after I asked and I can't stop thinking about it!!! 🥹🥹🥹❤️❤️❤️
Now you wanted to hear about my boi QUINCEY “THE COWBOY” MORRIS!!!
22. I actually don't read fics of Dracula (even though I know I should) but I guess something I don't like in actual movie adaptations of the story is when they leave him out, which is unfortunately most of them. Like hello????? You're leaving the most fun character out????!!!!! What's wrong with y'all?!?! I know it's because it's a Serious Story and they think having a cowboy will ruin that but newsflash: comedy can exist in a drama, it's been done before. Plus, the Dracula musical made it work. I don't see the issue here.
25. I saw the musical my freshman year of high school and one of my friends played Quincey. My first thought was, “there’s a COWBOY?!?!!?!?!?!” They definitely made him even more of a comic relief in the musical so that was fun to experience, but he didn’t get much more than that, iirc. Then, years later, I would read Dracula Daily and get to Quincey introduction. My first thought was, “THERE’S A COWBOY?!?!?” That’s right, I forgot this fact! Though as I read the book, I totally love what Stoker did with his character. For Quincey being a total stereotype of what a Texas cowboy is, Stoker still gives us ways to follow this character’s growth in an interesting way. Sure he starts as another suitor of Lucy, but when things get serious, Quincey does too. He actually knows what to do to hunt Dracula down (he is a cowboy after all and they did have to defend their cattle from various predators) and his role as comic relief gets pushed to the wayside so it doesn’t change the tone too much (see Dracula adaptations?!). You really feel for him and love him as the book goes on and you don’t want to see anything bad happen to this character. So tl;dr my impression is rootin’-tootin’ cowboy with a heart of gold. 🤠💛
6. So I feel like I am also the Comic ReliefTM in my friend group (though they’re also funny, I’m usually cracking jokes 95% of the time) and while that’s great, it can lead to outside people underestimating me or seeing me as frivolous/ditzy. I feel like that’s why Quincey keeps getting pushed to the wayside by movie adaptations— they see his character as not worth the trouble, even though I think audiences would absolutely love him given the chance. I mean look at Dracula Daily!! There were so many Quincey memes and love. In fact he’s in my top three fave characters (I’m sorry, he’s beat by Mina the train fiend)! So I guess we kind of have that in common. On a more fun note, his proposal was S-Tier and I hope to propose to someone, or be proposed to, with that same level of goofy sincerity. :P Oh, and I say “y’AlL” so we have that in common as well.
Thank you for the ask, Sophie, this was super fun!!
#I hope you have enjoyed this deep dive into my psyche#I’m sorry I wasn’t able to answer every question but I tried!#this was so much fun!!!!#thank you again Sophie <333#mbs#mbs disney#dracula daily#mysterious benedict society#tmbs#the mysterious benedict society#bram stocker's dracula#dracula
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Mihawk x Female Reader - Princess
Warnings: BLOOD PLAY/blood tasting!! Possible yandere/ vampire vibes 🤷♀️ Use of dagger, bondage/ bound, blindfolded & gagged reader, Vaginal penetration, prone bone, dirty talk, praise kink, pain kink, pussy eating,
*Also a little long only cause it's hard for me to do Blood Play and not add context and compassion @aehtery *
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Your arms were bound behind your back, thighs tied to stay together with a plush pillow under your hips to keep you slightly elevated. A gag in your mouth making you drool profusely, breath shaky from anticipation as a blindfolded was on you hiding his next move. You didn't fear what was to come, knowing all you needed to do was snap your fingers and he would stop instantly. A way he could enjoy you quiet but also be at ease knowing you could still warn me.
“My sweet princess~ I hope you know how beautiful you look, all bound and pretty, perfectly still and completely under my control.” His smooth voice dripped over you like honey that seeped into your psyche and you wanted to devour the sound forever. You shivered slightly as you felt cool metal run up the back of your leg, his voice being heard again.
“Princess princess princess~ always so obedient, letting me do absolutely anything I desire.” Mihawk smirks then licks his lips as he stares at your perfectly naked form. “You know princess~ you belong to me…mind and soul but I should make sure you're body knows it too.” His deep voice calls to you, making your breathing pick up. “You see…I want to mark you…forever.”
Your noises were muffled into the gag as Mihawk sat on your legs and as gently as possible carved an ‘M’ on your butt. Small and not too deep but he wanted it to scar, needed it to scar. “Doing so so well for me princess.” He hums as he kissed the other cheek before moving to slick at your soaked slit. Little whines leaving you at the mix of pain and pleasure that he put you through.
It was maddening the way he spelled his name into your cunt, his tongue diving in to swirl around and go as deep as he was able to. Pulling back to sloppily kiss at your clit making you whimper before kissing his way over to the fresh wound he had made. “My dear princess I must thank you for being so obedient, so good to me. Allowing me this privilege and many others to come.” Mihawk thanked as he licked the blood that started to drip.
“Mmm~ so sweet princess~” Dracule Mihawk's infatuation with blood reminded you of a vampire especially when he sucked on the mark earning a muffled scream from you. “Shhh princess~ you know I can't help myself.” He says with a chuckle. His hands remove the last bit of his clothes making you whine as you hear pants hit the floor.
“Can't wait anymore dear. Need to have you princess~ the taste of your blood is insatiable.” His words are barely loud enough for you to hear but you don't care as you feel him slide his cock along your slippery folds.
“Mmm~ my dear, my love, my sweet bloody princess~” Mihawk groans as he bullies his cock all the way inside in one sharp thrust, his hands caging you in on either side. His creamy hips flush with yours making you whimper as they pressed into the fresh wound drawing more blood. “My sweet darling.” Mihawk grunts as he pulls back to admire the blood that stained both of your skin now before slamming back into you.
His fingers sliding down to scope up some of the crimson liquid that spilled as his hips back away. Dipping his fingers into his mouth with a deep groan before slamming back into you. Mihawk's eyes rolled back at the taste of your spilled blood and maybe he was a vampire or maybe he was deranged either way, he was yours.
“So magnificent, mi princessa~” Mihawk moaned, sucking his fingers clean before leaning down to wrap his arm under your neck. Ripping the gag off your face to pull your head back for a deeply passionate kiss. A moan spilling from your mouth into his at the metallic taste that flooded your senses.
“Mihawk~!” You cried out at the merciless pace of his thrusts, his other arm snaking it's way between you and the pillow. Skilled fingers vigorously toying with your clit as his cock drilled into your cunt ripping a mind tingling orgasm from you. “Mmm that's it~ my bloody princess~”
#one piece#one piece smut#honeys works 🍯#one piece headcanons#one piece x female reader#pet name headcannons#x female reader#dracule mihawk#hawkeye mihawk#one piece mihawk#one piece mihawk smut#mihawk smut#dracule mihawk smut#mihawk x female reader smut#one piece smut headcannons#mihawk one piece#pet name game#send in a character pet name
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hi! since you asked for questions…. any recommendations for how to get started digging into Grima Lore and Headcanons for someone who has only very recently discovered an interest in Grima?
Oh!! Hello anon, welcome!! You're absolutely in the right place for this. We've got so many posts about Grima in this little corner of the fandom.
I'm going to assume you have some familiarity with Fire Emblem Awakening - knowledge of the plot and who the major players are. If you aren't familiar though feel free to poke me about it and I can try to summarize for you!
Hmm... how best to ease you in....
For a brief overview of what is strictly canon, Grima's wiki page ain't a bad place to start. Good refresher of relevant story.
Moving into theorizing and headcanons...
Well, I'll shill myself first. :P My post about Parallels Between Grima and Frankenstein's Monster is, I think, a good spot to dip your toes in. It touches on some backstory and covers themes that pop up a lot in these parts; Grima's agency or lack thereof. There's also an Extended Reblog Chain with further discussion on those subjects.
I would be remiss if I didn't include Dawn's Robin = Grima Reincarnation essay. Robin and Grima being the same person is foundational to so much of the theorizing I'm about to link. Basically required reading lol.
Beyond that introduction... I'll direct you to felikatze's excellent Grimleal Studies Masterpost, containing links to a TON of cool theorizing and analysis by various authors; as well as Dawn's Masterpost of her own writings about the guy. Those should give you a TON to chew on. All of it is interesting imo, but the bolded links in Feli's post are good first picks. There's a good mix of subjects there, from in-universe history to interesting real-world parallels to deep dives into characters' psyches to wacky fantasy biology.
Lots of stuff not found in the masterposts (due to being more recent) can be found in my "grimleal studies" tag, also.
I hope you enjoy the reads!! Grima definitely can seem like a relatively bland big bad evil guy at first, but if you chew on him for a bit a lot of flavour comes out.
Also, consider this an invitation to send me asks about the guy whenever you want, I'm always down to talk Grima lore 👀
#there's a LOT of posts please do pace yourself#we are so academia brained about this big mean lizard#but yeah welcome to the club!! library?? hope you have fun here woo!!!
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SteveTony Weekly - May 7th
HELLO MY LOVELY FRIENDS I MISSED YOU!!! Last week was a mess BUT I closed on my house Monday (OMG) and now we’re in the home stretch before we move (!!!!!). Quick note:
I’m going to be moving May 21, so the rec list might be kinda off that weekend, but I’ll pre-plan something! Enjoy and be sure to drop a kudos/comment for your author!
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Mark Zero by enkiduu
Tony wears his lack of soulmark with pride.
lover, we always fall by enkiduu
Dying in a world with reincarnation is easy. Living in one is hard, because history inevitably follows you, and you can't always decide what your legacy is.
You try to change history, but your Icarus only ever chooses the same thing he's always chosen.
(In which Tony is Icarus and Steve is the ocean.)
ignorance is (not) bliss by earliebirb
One of Tony’s hands shoots up to grab his wrist, gripping it tightly. Slowly, Tony opens his eyes.
Steve’s blood freezes in his veins. His heart sinks with dread.
“Tony?” Steve hopes that this is just some weird bout of sleepwalking, but Tony doesn’t sleepwalk, and from the thoughtful way Tony regards him, Steve knows that Tony is somehow very much awake, which means—
Tony swallows, his eyes wide and alert in a way Steve didn’t think they were capable of being twenty minutes ago.
“Steve,” he says, the single word carrying too much weight.
the stark-tangled man with a crappy plan by Serinah for AvengersNewB
*At first, it seemed to be an easy job: find the O, secure the O, and hand him over to his guardian and the fiance. Simple. Unfortunately, the omega wasn't onboard. At all.*
OR:
Steve has to return a runaway omega to his guardian Mr. Stane.
Where Lies A Home by XtaticPearl
They're in the middle of the most complicated and risky fight of their lives, placing their bets on a distant memory right now, and basically in deep trouble if the plan doesn't work out. Steve knows he should be stressed and somewhere in the corner of his mind, he is a little. Mostly though, he's having fun and strangely, so is Tony.
Yes, Just Like This by gottalovev
Tony wakes up in a hospital on another planet missing his memories of the last eleven years. It's now 2023, and he learns the Avengers saved half the universe. Unfortunately, not everything he forgot is good news.
(An Endgame Alternate Universe AND Civil-War fix-it and get together story, weaved through a space road trip with Steve, Carol and Nebula. Complete but cut in 5 chapters for ease of reading.)
messages from the stars by Thahire
Steve's not expecting to find anything remotely of interest when he steps into Macy’s, of all places, in a last-ditch effort to find a present for Tony.
Somehow, he ends up leaving with an engagement ring.
Still Got It by KandiSheek
Ever since Tony's close call in their battle against Thanos Steve treats him like he's going to break at the slightest pressure. He won't so much as look at the bionic arm either. So Tony takes matters into his own hands to prove that he can still handle himself just fine.
Soul Searching (The Hop, Skip, Jump Remix) by navaan
Tony lives a peaceful life in Irondale and then Steve Rogers drifts into town. It's the beginning of a romance — and not all is what it seems.
Code Icarus by FestiveFerret
Steve Rogers hates falling, but he hates being caught even more.
Truths, Lies and the Tipping Point by BlackEyedGirl
The news report seems more interested in the argument between the team during the fight than the way they eventually won. And then it gets worse.
Me in You by Captain_Panda
What if J.A.R.V.I.S. was Tony?
That is, what if a lonely genius Velveteen Rabbited his computer program into a real being instead of just his own thoughts talking back at him?
A deep dive into a broken psyche, contemplating Tony's loneliness, J.A.R.V.I.S.'s protectiveness, and the mother of all broken genius families. Mostly because Howard Stark never hugged his son.
Depthless by Captain_Panda
"Depthless: (1) unfathomably deep; (2) shallow and superficial."
Weeks after defrosting Captain America, S.H.I.E.L.D. finds Steve Rogers lying at the bottom of a pool. Assumptions are made. They have no idea what they are dealing with.
Meanwhile, Tony Stark, the man-in-the-spotlight, has demons lurking off-radar that are literally filling his lungs with water.
Ignoring either problem was never an option. This is the story of Steve Rogers and Tony Stark's collision course.
For What It's Worth by Captain_Panda
S.H.I.E.L.D. thaws out Captain America, expecting a combat-ready soldier to greet them.
They get Steve Rogers instead, a broken artist who turns to the violin for salvation.
hold your fire by JenTheSweetie
He watched Tony eat an entire steak and listened to him talk about the work he was doing on the Milano while he downed glass after glass of expensive scotch. Just as Steve was about to suggest they head back to the jet, Tony finished his last glass, put it down firmly, and said, "I want to blow you."
Steve stared at him.
"Let's get a hotel room," Tony said, like that was that, and somehow - and Steve never could explain how, not then and not now and not later - it was.
Say It Now by ishipallthings
“I’m glad you’re here, Tony,” Steve tells him. It’s not everything he wants to say, but it’s enough.
Steve thinks it might be one of the most important things he’s ever said.
(Steve and Tony have a conversation the night before the time heist. Maybe second chances aren’t impossible after all.)
a hop, skip, and a jump by IronSwordStarShield (SweetFanfics)
“Before I go, I was wondering if I could ask you some questions.”
“About?” they ask they return the stone to its place.
“Timelines. Alternate realities.”
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Steve returns the stones to their rightful places in time, gets his dance with Peggy, and then embarks on a whole new search.
Give Me Just A Little More Time by Robin_tCJ
Spoilers for Avengers: Endgame. A full summary will live in the author’s notes, so you have to click to read it, but the premise is that this is technically canon divergent in the sense that I’m treating it as… a few deleted scenes in the middle, there. It’ll only make sense if you’ve seen the movie, and if you haven’t seen the movie it will definitely spoil you for it. Written in kind of a sketchy, lots-of-really-short-scenes style.
falling like the stars by complicationstoo
When Tony starts at MIT, he's excited to finally be in the same city as his older brother, Bucky, again. Then he meets Bucky's roommate and best friend Steve Rogers and falls faster than he would have ever thought possible.
#stevetony#stevetony weekly#stony#stony weekly#fic recs#fic rec list#stony fics#stevetony fics#steve rogers#tony stark#captain america#iron man
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My personal analysis into the Succedent House of Sex, Death and the Occult.
(I do not own this photo)
The Eighth House is by far my favorite house in a birth chart. It is home to the Sign of Scorpio and its planetary rulers Mars and Pluto. It is the second Water House, dealing with Scorpionic themes of sex, death, intuition, emotions and taboo. It’s a house of mystery and depth, which are the very reasons why I am so intrigued by it. It’s not a walk in the park, but more like a wave crashing into you, causing you to swim to the surface. An elephant in the room. Secrets kept in the shadows of our psyche. It’s everything we fear and suppress, kept in a box in the closet, waiting to be opened and acknowledged. It represents psychology, and how we ourselves, can be our very own demon, leading us into our undoing. It is everything we must face to expand ourselves, shedding our old skin, rising from the ashes, a transformed, powerful being.
With that being said, let’s talk about sex. The merging and unification of two souls. This is where the term “tying the knot” refers to. In this house, sex is not casual and playful; that is the Fifth House. It’s completely surrendering ourselves to the energies of our lover.
During the act, we unlock ourselves to the spirituality it holds. It’s sacred, one that creates life and seals the bond with our lover. It is magic and ecstasy. Bringing us closer physically, emotionally and spiritually. The otherworldliness from the climax that trembles through our body. It’s why the French word for orgasm is “le petit mort”; the little death, because we are surrendering ourselves to the energies and spirituality of the act.
Death is the opposite of sex, that is because sex creates life. Death is the sudden loss of our being, literal and figurative. It represents the transformations we go through in this life in order to enter into the next chapter. It’s the part of our life where we either resist or accept change, it’s giving the song Change by the Deftones (if you haven’t listened, listen). The sudden losses we may experience and the healing we must face head on; to shed the fear and inner demons that prevail within our being. The power struggles and anxiety we feel from resisting such transformations. However, once faced, we are the Phoenix. Rising out of the ashes, reborn and enlightened, ready to enter the themes of the Ninth House.
It also dives into the mysterious abyss of magic and the occult. The secrets in accessing our very own intuition. Placements here are emphasized in psychic phenomena, especially if personal planets lie here. This is because of Scorpio and the planet Pluto. In Greek Mythology, Pluto represents the God of the Underworld Hades, so it is no surprise if these placements may attract the paranormal. Being an Eighth House Moon myself, I have experienced the magic this house holds. It’s not like on the TV Show Charmed. However, more like random thoughts in my head, and seeing them come into fruition. A feeling something may occur and it does, and my deep interest in astrology. It heightens the natives emotions, making them intense, sensing the undercurrents that lie; “reading the room” if you will.
These are not the only themes that this house holds. However, this house is emphasized around them. It can also represent inheritances. Such as the money or debt we may accumulate once unified with our partners, or the inheritances we receive from a loved one passing on. Which can be money, a psychic gift and whatever else it is that they leave behind. It is clear that this house is not easy, however, it’s powerful. It can be a blessing or a curse, that can only be determined in the eyes of the native.
If you made it this far, I hope you enjoyed the read. Please like and share, until next time Astro Babes. 😘💕
Blessings,
Papi Halliwell 💙✨
#8th house#astrology#zodiac#sex positive#tw death#occult art#magic art#psychic#mysterious#powerful#beautiful#a blessing and a curse#i do not own this image#transformation#lovers#support#grow
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Kokokae: Reveal 👀
Or “deep”? I can’t choose. Reveal doesn’t like. have to be about Kaeya’s eye patch. Unless you want it to be!!! Obviously
I used both for the Mixed Bag of One Word Prompts!
Mondstadt, at first, is jarring. It's loud and bright, music and food smells filling her senses until eventually she relaxes into the sway of things.
"You can stay with me," he'd said, almost shyly, but she'd taken a room at the tavern, the tiny bed and servicable surrounds enough for her utilitarian self.
During the day, he alternates his duties with the Knights of Favonius, until he tells her on a Thursday that Jean told him to take the next few days off to take her around and truly show her the essence of Mondstadt. "You are, after all, my guest," and Kokomi takes his arm when it's offered and feels warmth in her heart.
Two days, two wonderful days of laughter, talking, bonding; she sees a side of him that she never though possible behind the bravado. They speak of Khaenri'ah and Enkanomiya ("I hear you're a dragon," over a Sweet Madame and a glass of something that makes her head spin, "confirm or deny, General."
"Kokomi, and -" she smiles, taking a piece of chicken into her mouth and somewhat enjoying Kaeya's eyes watching her lips. "It's a silly myth, as if Divine Priestess isn't enough.").
They speak of everything but what this trip actually means, and on the third day, she takes his hand and follows him to his quarters. To say they surprise her is an understatement - the walls are full of books, knick-knacks from his travels and a scattering of papers with ink stains on him. It's like she'd dived a little deeper into his psyche yet again, and she wonders how far she can go before she reaches the edge of the Alberich Abyss.
"I - I only have some apple cider, Gen-Kokomi, I hope that's -" and she kisses him firmly, suddenly, shrugging off her robe and leaving only her one-piece between her and his clothes. "Nevermind then, I suppose," and he reaches for her, his arm around her waist and his mouth on hers as she tries to prise his impossible outfit off his body.
"Is this okay?" He asks, almost hesitantly but with a lust in her eyes that makes her feel wanted, beautiful and brave - pushing him onto the unmade bed and straddling his lap before undoing her straps to reveal herself to him. Kaeya gapes, drinking her in like he's lost in a Sumeru desert, before snapping to like a true Knight and making the night that seemed so young before like they'd been together an age.
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She wakes first. He's curled around her like a snake, and she feels safe, marvelling at how a mirage in the desert could bring two different people so close together. It takes her a moment but then she notices - his eye patch is gone, leaving an ugly scar across his closed lids and her heart aches. She knew she story, but she'd never seen it, so she takes her hand and traces her fingers, feather soft, across it before reaching forward and kissing the healed wound like a butterfly.
He wakes at this, first a look of panic then one of resignation. "I'm sorry it's -"
"It's beautiful," she whispers, kissing him and dragging him down again to the depths of what they were creating together.
#fic meme#genshin impact#kokokae#sangonomiya kokomi#kaeya#kaeya alberich#i just want them happy your honor
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i'm curious how you reconcile your deep dives into voldemort/death eaters' psyches with the fact that they are, more or less, wizard nazis. i have read your statements about jkr, this isn't about her; rather, the two facts that 1) voldemort's purebloods-only ideology maps pretty squarely onto hitler's rhetoric (clearly a result of jkr's mediocre worldbuilding skills), and 2) with the newer lore, it's clear that the harry potter world is, as a whole, deeply antisemitic. does that matter to you?
So, there are at least a hundred ways I could answer this question (the more effective one being probably ignoring it altogether), yet I find that none would really convey the utter sense of sadness the mere existence of such reasonings ultimately gives me.
I find it disturbing, worrying, claustrophobic, depressing - you name it. This is really not what I want to see the world turning into. And yet, this is exactly the kind of pit we are collectively falling into without anyone trying to interfere. So I'm answering you now as openly as I can in the hope you could hear me out with the same kind of good disposition, because this is really going too far.
I already stated my opinion on the matter on many occasions, but this time I'd like to leave aside the fact that I find asks like this, with this attitude and tone and meaning, beyond unacceptable, that there's nothing noble or valid in judging people, especially strangers on the internet you really know nothing about, for the art they supposedly enjoy, for the sake of telling you, with all my heart and without a trace of sarcasm, that if a normally intelligent and educated person, as I'm sure you are, is reaching the point of really believing what you just wrote to me without being able to first analyze it and immediately grasp the utter... absurdity of it, then I'm afraid this matter is reaching far beyond justified or unjustified activism, and hurt and indignation are making you and countless others vulnerable to a really dangerous herd mentality that is tragically robbing you of that precious gift that is your own uninfluenced critical skills and basic empathy, and I really hope someday you could muster the strength to realize it and seize it back, for your own sake before that of others.
With all my heart anon, the internet is not what life is. This is not how real life works or should work. Policing and intruding into other people's hobbies and interests and tastes is not acceptable, ever. This crusade, as right as I'm sure it fundamentally is, has become a disproportionate and hurtful witch hunt against people who are not doing anything harmful or wrong. I'm seeing people terrified their playing the new Harry Potter game could show up on their social media for fear of being harassed or judged. I'm seeing people online constantly questioned because they are still enjoying a children's book they have liked since they were six. I'm seeing posts trying to manifest JKR's death, along with countless insults, one more disgusting than the other. The list goes sadly on.
I understand her opinion was harmful, especially because so many of those she ideologically hurt used to idolize her and think her world an unadulterated safe space, but this is, regardless, not how civil people behave. This still means being morally way worse than her. You can disagree with someone, feel betrayed and disgusted by them, but this doesn't turn decent people disgusting in turn. What the internet society is currently considering acceptable (just look at how everyone behaved when the Queen died) is disgusting and the fact that everyone is congratulating each other for it doesn't make it any less so.
Not only no one has the right to do any of this, but the most disturbing thing is that it's generally believed behaving like this is doing society a service, that this is what nobility of heart and activism are. This single thought is appalling, utterly dangerous, and could translate disturbingly easily to many other fields of life, with terrible consequences.
You started this ask saying that this is not about the author or her opinion, but it is. Before she made her unfortunate remarks, for more than two decades no one ever found anything problematic in those books. If, as you say, that children's saga is but a disgusting caldron of crimes against humanity, praising of Nazis and antisemitism and racism everywhere, why did no one notice before now? Why have the minorities of the world found for decades a safe space in it? No one had critical skills before 2019?
I don't appreciate hypocrisy as much as I don't appreciate inquisitions.
As much as people saw everything Harry Potter-related through exaggerated lenses of greatness before that unfortunate statement, they are now finding any sort of filth in those books to justify their agenda of cancellation, their anger and disdain.
This is sad to witness, and it isn't the author who is paying the greatest price for this, but normal innocent people that refuse to be ideological weathervanes about their own personal tastes.
Now, leaving aside the fact that I'm quite tired of having to spend so many words regarding something I've such little interest in (I've never been a huge Harry Potter fan, I never liked the fandom, I've always found the author somewhat unpleasant even recognizing her great achievements, and other than being fond of the books and movies as dear childhood memories, I've only ever really liked Voldemort and Bellatrix as villains - or better, my own vision of them), but, as I was saying, let me address your concerns about my own morality as a single individual - because this is what you were questioning me about, isn't it?
You know, I actually found your first argument quite funny, since not only I obviously think Voldemort's character very interesting, but I've actually always found World War II and the Nazi ideology quite interesting as well. I've even read many books about it, watched countless documentaries. Passionate as I am about anthropology too, just the other day I bought Otto Rhan's diaries. Not only this, but I'm quite fond of watching true crime as well.
Correct me if I'm wrong, but your ask was suggesting that I shouldn't be able to reconcile those things I find interesting, psychological dives you quite fittingly called them, with being a... decent human being? With having a conscience? With caring about humanity? With not being a Nazi or a murderer myself? You pick the one you like best.
I suppose that, following your reasoning, I and every single Nazi/Hitler/World World II/psychopathology passionate scholar of the world should be considered amoral monsters and put away forever. Or perhaps what people find fascinating has nothing to do with their sense of morality or disposition. I wonder which one it might be.
The thing that worries me is, I consider this logical conclusion ten years olds material. Seeing people with a developed brain failing to grasp this is... genuinely disturbing.
This said, I actually find the Voldemort/Nazi parallel the lazy, uninteresting interpretation of his movement and ideology. No doubt the author drew inspiration from it, but I think that what everyone is failing to grasp is that JKR probably did it more out of what I like to call literary sloth, then out of a malevolent intent to further the National Socialist ideology. JKR stole left and right, from real life, from history, from other books - I can name you countless instances of it. This is because being creative is extremely hard work. Thinking about something original is painful and most of the time impossible. Authors like to take inspiration from something that already exists, it makes the work less gargantuan. This doesn't really mean they are seconding malevolently the said source of inspiration, at least not without a solid proof. And in Harry Potter there's really nothing that promotes Nazism or antisemitism or racism whatsoever. At the very worst, we are dealing with banal worldbuilding. A turban is hiding Voldemort, that's racism! The goblins have big noses and are only interested in gold, that's antisemitism! Please. Jumping to such conclusions is just stupid and futile. I can name a hundred mythological sources that describe goblins and dwarfs as ugly, with big noses and incredibly lustful for gold (Wagner, Tolkien, Norse mythology, everyone?). I can name a dozen fantasy books questioned about their standing in World War II - The Lord of the Rings included.
Again, finding all sorts of unsupported faults now in this saga is nothing but embarrassing hypocrisy. How can people convincingly preach those things is beyond me.
And finally as for Voldemort, since you asked, I actually don't particularly care to reduce his figure and ideology to the source of inspiration of the author. It's uninteresting, and being uninteresting is the most damnable fault in art. I talked about it many times, you can go check it out, but while Nazism had a pretty absurd reason to be "blood-purity" obsessed (Hitler was obsessed with myth and magic, but myth and magic aren't real), I like to argue that, as monstrous as it was nonetheless, the Wizarding World's pureblood ideology was more justified and therefore more complex and nuanced - magic existed, wizards were a meagre minority reduced into hiding, many bloodlines were producing squibs, etc etc. The blood purists had a very real reason to fear and act (unlike the Nazis who had just fanatism and economic reasons), even if they probably were the very source of the problem, since I like to think it was their inbreeding, and not the mingling with muggles, the thing that was weakening magic more and more. Voldemort's pathological relationship with magic was though, in my opinion, his reason to marry the ideology and use it to further his plans. I wrote about it extensively, I think you might have missed it.
I hope I could give you food for thought.
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As I sat down to write, I couldn't help but think of the great literary master, you. Your ability to weave intricate and haunting tales of the human condition has inspired countless writers, myself included. However, I must confess that my recent fascination with yandere characters has led me down a different path of exploration.
Intrigued by the psychology behind these obsessive and often violent characters, I have delved deep into the twisted minds of yandere protagonists. While your's tales of existential angst and bureaucratic nightmares are certainly compelling, there is something uniquely captivating about the dark and dangerous allure of a yandere's love.
Perhaps it is the way they are willing to do anything, even kill, for the object of their affection. Or maybe it's the intense emotional turmoil that drives them to such extreme measures. Whatever the case may be, I find myself drawn to these characters in a way that Kafka's protagonists could never quite capture.
In the end, yandere characters offer a glimpse into the complex and often disturbing aspects of human nature. While one may prefer the surreal and absurdist world, I am enamored with the thrilling and chilling world of yandere love.
This was very philosophical indeed. Thanks for sharing, I'm glad you found an interesting deep dive to go into! A yan's psyche is certainly interesting and can barely be whittled down to just one trait in which it roots which makes it a broad and intruiging topic. I hope you find more stories to enjoy even if my stories aren't always focused on the yan's inner going-ons! Thanks for reading them anyway ♥
Also, let's face it, I'm an okay-ish writer at best, my grammar is worse than yours so there's hardly any mastery behind it, lol!
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My hands shook as I took a steadying breath, sitting down at the kitchen table across from momma.
Alice Cortez folded her hands on the wooden surface and waited, but I couldn’t bring myself to meet her eyes just yet. I knew what they would reflect: disappointment. The gentle woman wasn’t the type to get angry, even when a situation deserved it. Even now.
“Charli…” Alice’s voice was quiet yet rousing, forcing me to finally lift my gaze to hers. I swallowed hard as I faced the despondency staring back at me. Hazel eyes — full of sorrow for her family and for me — begged silently for understanding. “Charli… why, baby? Just… why?”
The pet name filled my throat with emotion, choking me momentarily before I somehow found my voice. “I… I wish I had a good excuse for myself. I hurt the person I love the most because I felt lonely, sad, and just… mixed up. I get restless and self destructive. You know that August has his own struggles and I stupidly avoided talking about mine so that I wouldn’t burden him. I was like a pressure cooker and when I exploded, god, I took out everyone around me.” Shamefully, I bowed my head and fidgeted with the hem of my shirt. “It’s the most selfish thing I’ve ever done.”
“Where do you think that comes from?” Alice asked gently. “That need to self-destruct?”
I swallowed heavily at this. I wasn’t expecting a deep-dive into my psyche but Alice deserved answers. “I just think I have low self esteem.” I confessed. “I think it’s a form of self harm. After my mom died, I ran as far as I could from every person who loved me and drowned my sorrows in drugs. I didn’t care if I lived or died.” My eyes filled with tears at the memories. “When I… did what I did… I had convinced myself that August was tired of me. That he wanted someone else. Yet, I never once asked him or communicated my feelings. I just silently spiraled.”
Alice clicked her tongue in sympathy, likely for both myself and her son. “Honey, it sounds like you have abandonment issues. Your mother dying was a form of abandonment and a huge blow to your life. Beyond your massive and painful mistakes, you’re not a bad person. You’re worthy of love and you don’t need to hate yourself.”
My initial reaction was to argue. I do need to hate myself. I’m not worthy of love. And I definitely don’t deserve August. But then I remembered who this was coming from. Someone who should hate me, yell at me, tell me that my mistakes have ruined so much… and yet, she’s soothing me and understanding me.
“How do I accept love?” I asked quietly, my wet eyes lifting to meet Alice again. “How do I convince myself that I’m actually deserving of what life has given me? August, specifically.” I sniffled. “I have never felt deserving of him.”
“I don’t know what August will do, but everyone is worthy of love. There is no such thing as a perfect person. We all want to love and to feel loved and we all have flaws. Therefore, love involves two flawed individuals. Each of them is worthy of love and being in a relationship. How would you feel if August said he didn’t deserve love because of his mistakes?”
The thought made me inhale sharply. “I would say that’s ridiculous because he’s still the best person in the world.”
Alice smiled knowingly. “And there’s people out there who feel the same about you, Charli. You are worthy.”
We ended our conversation with an embrace, allowing me to unload days and days of emotions with a hard cry into Alice’s shoulder. August joined us moments later and grabbed a few bottles of Coca Cola from the fridge. He walked to me and threw an arm around my shoulder while we all enjoyed our drinks, and for a moment — even if temporary — everything felt okay. My weary heart welcomed the feeling with new hope.
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BTS Song drabble : D - day (MYG)
Summary : In this chasing game, one was at the top, another was at the bottom. To break the hierarchy, there should only be one winner.
The law’s hand
or
The outlaw
Who would win?
Photos : All copyright reserved to the owners.
Gif. : Special thanks to @sugajimin for further inspo. There’re tiny subtitle that I put to create further engagement and imagination.(I hope so🤞🏽)
Plot : Special thanks to Psych-Hunter(iQIYI) and (Su)R-chwita ep.9😹
Ambience : 1930's Ambient City Soundscape, Vintage City Sounds
Trigger warning : (quite) detailed violent scene, self-harm, death of characters
This fanfiction is for entertaining purposes. The story has entirely written up from the writer’s imagination from different inspiration. None of this should be taken seriously.
Switch over, time tickin' and over.
Author POV.
Tick...Tick...Tick...
The water drips periodically, acting as an ambience inside the dusty room.
The owner has been laying on his favourite couch for hours, diving deep into his thought.
“Hyung!”
His door suddenly bangs open by someone. One of his crewmates runs inside with something in his hand.
“We...found him...here.” The new comer hands a file, trying his best to get the message through while panting hard.
The owner flutters his eyes open. A stir comes out of his mouth before he finally becomes awake and accepts the paper.
The dark orbs skim through the file, catching the main idea out of the long paragraphs in the contract. At last, his eyes land on the bottom. Seeing familiar names with the signatures under neath them make him annoy.
“Huh? Seems like we need to give him a visit again.”
Clack...Clack..Clack..Clack..
He found out.
The end of a letter makes the man stops his footsteps. The feeling of frustration rises up, however, he can’t act out of his character here. Getting out of the building, he got into his car.
“Head back to the mansion.” He tells the driver.
“And about the case?”
“I need to get another ‘case’.”
Understanding what to do, he asks nothing more and leave immediately.
“ 1 beef rice noodle pottage soup, beef pork.”
Finishing his order, he take a seat near the glass window of the cooking station. Not so long after, his order serves.
“A tough day again, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, ma’am.”
“Quit calling me ma’am, boy. Your my vip customer here. You have been here since 10th grade.”
“Or you want me to call you ajuma?” He asks jokingly.
“Aish, call me what ever you want.” The old lady move back to her station.
Minutes later, his crewmates enter the shop, filling the entire floor. Seeing their boss enjoy his meal, no one dares to utter anything that is work-related.
“ell e beore I et pis... Ou ares ar oo obious.” *Tell me before I get piss. Your stares are too obvious.* The boss speaks while munching his favourite noodle.
“They’re round the corner, hyung.” Someone finally speaks.
The man taps his finger as if he applaud himself. Coming here today makes his plans flow.
“Ma’am, I will come back later.” The man slips his money under the bowl.
Everyone starts the operation. His crewmates head out of the place and prepare the vehicle for their boss. Some of them go ahead to clear their destination.
“And...I need your chopstick with me. I’ll buy a new pack in return.” He smiles at the owner who say nothing, but sighs and wave a hand as a sign to not do what he purposes.
Phone calls have been hitting on the office’s phone none stop. The police try their best to accept every call and write down the reports, running back and forth.
“People were complaining the same case...I don’t think it’s a usual case anymore.”
“We need them to handle it.” The cheif tell his subordinates.
Speaks of the devil, the figure appears in the office as if he knows someone call him. The guy in his black suit enters the room. His height is average. However, his aura and the M brooch on his right chest can make everyone who stand in front of him always feels as if they are getting towered by him.
He is the supreme in this place, if not the supreme in the town.
A walking law.
“Seems like you guys get in some trouble, eh?” The room falls into a silence, having only phone calls as a background ambience.
“Sir, we got a...” The cheif gathers his courage to explain the situation, but get interrupt by the walkie talkie.
“We found him, sir. Need more people.”
Paying no attention to the cheif, the leader of special crime force says nothing. His natural poker face let no one be able to read the situation.
“Loud and clear, right? Get your ass up and do your job.” He then heads out.
Flick...Shhh
A smoke comes out from an end of ivory-white cigarettes. He inhales the thin grey fog into his lungs, hoping it will calms his racing mind down a bit.
*Get everything ready.* He orders his right hand man back with his walkie talkie.
Huh...
A grey breath leaves his mouth along with his sighs.
“Seems like the almighty D is also a human.” A bicker from nowhere brakes his thoughts. D lifts his head up to finds the sound source.
“Shut it, Kim. Don’t piss me off even more.”
“Your brother, isn’t it?” Knowing no limit, Kim asks for more information. The man still stays silence.
“Alright, suite yourself.”
D is by himself again in the silence. His minds is cumalating with plans.
Shhsshhh...shhhshhh.... “Sir.”
Half and hour ago : @ WNK building
“Where is it?”
The loud crash echos inside the building. His subordinates are busy taking down their enemy with some help from his buddy.
“Mr.Min...”
“Speak wisely.” Min grits his teeth as a warning.
Despite the size different, Min manages to pin down his huge enemy and threat his like a little prey.
Weehhh...Woohhh...
The police siren comes from afar. His enemy smirks in victory.
“Who knows the genius Min will fall into my trap like a little rat too. Game over, Min.” Now the guy has a guts to speak casually.
“Now your brother will find out. Your big brother will find you.” The guy continues mocking Min, pushing him around emotionally.
“You will...ack.” Giving no chance to speak further, Min uses his chopsticks and stucks it onto the side of his neck.
He pushes it deep as the red liquid gushing out like juice. IThe harder he push, the more it errupts out like a fountain. His other hand squeeze the neck tightly as if he is quenching an orange.
Bloody orange.
Min keeps tighten his grip onto the guy’s neck. The fountain is slowing down. Slowly and slowly, it turns into a stream of liquid.
His shirt now paints with red splashes and spots. The paint leave its marks everywhere even on his face, creating some red blossom tattoos on his skin.
“Oh, you're so artsy.”
“No time for it, Jack.”
“I know, buddy. I get what you want. Let’s head out, yeah?”
The two finally arrive the rooftop. Looking down the building, the see bunch of police enter in with commotion.
“Look how desperate they want to catch us.”
Min sweep his eyes from the top view. His gaze then land on a familiar black grand mercedes among the cop cars. His mouth lifts into a smirk at the sight, knowing exactly whose it belongs.
“Not really. Someone is more desperate.”
Min replies and climbe down the stairs at the side.
“Eh, eh, wanna get caught? Eh, man.” Jack yells from a far, but Min has already gone half way through.
Plop.
“Let’s tease you a bit.”
D POV.
“No one inside.”
I stares at my subordinate. The young man stands there like statue, uttering nothing more.
“Where is the case?” I ask.
I don’t care much about the destruction of the building or the death of people inside. Fuck it, that isn’t my problem.
What I wants is the bag and a thing inside it.
I was planning to not invovle police. Moving around from the inside without making their suspicion was quite hard. It took me a few years I was to hold the power.
A rat out of nowhere managed to get the case was out of my plan.
And now my brother get it.
“Retreat.”
I jumps into driver seat and drift his car out of the parking slot. Frustration fills me up, urging to explode. I roar the engine, filling its sound in the empty street.
“Brother, you won’t be free much longer.”
Min POV.
Thud!
“That bastard. He really bet his life on this plan.” I drop the bag onto the coffee table.
“Chill. At least, you get it.” Jack speaks nonchantly and lit his cigarrete. He sways his head from side to side while humming.
Cling...cling...cling...
“Uh, I hate it. Why do you still wear that silly hat? Those bells irritates me.”
I point at the tips of his knitting hat with two spike at each end. The man sways his head even faster.
“This. You know it’s my lucky charm. So what’s next?”
Jack changes his position. Sitting with his feets cross on my coffee table, he cocks his head to the side. I stare back at him, replying nothing. I let the silence grows and engulps our conversation.
“Hyung. We...sorry, sir.” My right hand, who bangs the door open as his habit, enters the room with another file.
“I think I might need to speed things up. Now I get the case. He will soon make his move.”
“You mean...kill you?” Jack smiles.
“Not yet. He still needs it.” I pat the stuff on a wooden table.
As my eyes meets him Jack’s smile gets wider.
“Then I shall act my part.”
Author POV.
Uhhh....hmmmm.....uhhhh...hhhhmmmm......
Min sleeps soundly in his favourite place. The tiring day drains him a lot of energy, leaving the man a few muscles sourness.
Ahhhh!
Bang! Bang!
The guy wide awakes from the sound. The screams and shouts are getting louder. He is about to stand up, however the ropes around his hands prevent him to do so.
Click.
A revolver taps behind his neck. He can feel the cold metal rubs gently against his skin before it forecfully press back onto the spot.
“Have a sweat dream?” A chill voice comes from behind.
“Should I be glad that we finally meet again?” Min answers back with a little cockiness.
“You sure want your head to be blown off.”
“And you are talkative, not like a usual you.” Min turns himself and grab a gun near him, but he meets with empty pocket.
“Oh, I borrow your rovolver by the way. I know if you die, at least you will love to die with this cutie.”
D walks around the tub for a moment, searching his eyes through the room.
“So this is where you live. So shabby and poor...like you.”
D grabs a plastic chair from the corner of the room and take a seat. He stares down his brother with the eyes of disgusted.
“Rustic and cozy, isn’t it?”
Crossing his leg, D takes out his cigarrete and lit it. He wraps his lips and inhales a bitter scent from it a few times before he continues.
“Now, let’s make a deal. Those stacks of money are all yours. Just give me the case and leave this place. I’ll handle everything. You can live you life far away from here and me in...”
Min lift his hands, interrupting his brother’s talk. Despite the bond around his wrists, he reaches out and grab onto the white stick. He watches the little flame in silence, the sentences after turns muted as he pays no attention to them.
Puff....
He throws the stick toward the shelf. The flame lits in a blink of an eye. Min give no care at those ‘valuable’ papers in front of him. Now they are burning bright red and blue.
He thinks this is more beautiful.
“You...bastard....” D grits his teeth in anger. Now he grabs onto Min’s neck firmly.
“Tell me where’s the case.” He demand. Min keeps his poker face and answers nothing, pissing his brother further more.
“What you gonna do? Kill me?” Min smiles delightfully.
Running out of patient, D uses the revolver and knockes him off.
??? POV.
“Hyung, wake up. Hyungie...don’t be like this.”
The voice comes from somewhere far away. However, the tone sounds familiar to me.
Beepp...Beeppp...Beeeeeppppp....
The loud noise that rings in my ears is so annoying.
What is going on here?
I try to open my eyes, but something stop me. I don’t know whether it is me or literally someone who stop me to do so. My body gets heavier and heavier.
I am drowning or so I thought.
My body sink down into the ocean, deeper and deeper. I feel a force strangle me around my neck, suffocating me alive.
No...am I even alive?
D POV.
I have been waiting for my brother’s news for a day.
That little rascal was strong enough to go through ‘drowning’, but he hasn’t woke up yet since yesterday.
“Ah...I want to kill you so bad.” I mumble.
The dagger in my hand trails up and down in motion. I make it nice and clean this time, no defect mark on its pure silver skin.
“Master, He’s awake.”
Puck.
“Nice. It’s getting boring here.” I pluck my beauty onto the table.
Sadly, I can’t use her. Like I said before, to send him back home, the least I can do is to use his pretty revolver.
I am trying to be considerated, am I not?
Min POV.
Hahhh...Huhhhh...
The fire lits around the corner. In front of me is a barrel full of water, reflecting my face. There are a few scratch with the blood seeping through.
I squint my eyes to focus the scenarios around me. The place look oddly like somewhere in my memory, but in a dusty and old version. My brain storms some idea to form an answer.
Soon, I get the answer, but from him.
“Look like my little boy didn’t remember this place.” I look up and meet his brown orbs, the scar on his right eyes fades a bit, but still visible.
“You give me the scar and try to kill me once here, remember?”
A flashback runs inside my head like a reel. The man with exact looks except his hair that was longer and blond-color. The scene is overlaping each other.
There’s me.
There’s is him.
In a different timeline...
The palace that used to be vibrant with colors now became dull, towering my body with it shadow.
His men pin me down to the cold muddy floor, letting him look at me with those arrogant gaze.
Smile in victory, the man finally got up from his seat and approached the balcony.
The man was in a traditional robes. His light blond hair sparked under the moonlight. The fire around him and me make him more visible to my eyes.
“I am the owner of this place, engrave it into your skull, peasant.”
His hand waved down, motioning his assassin to do the job.
Author POV.
“I cut heads of people for a reason, you know. That’s how I can make sure they died...painlessly.”
D steps onto the circle. Grabbing tight onto Min’s hair, he force the man to sink down into a barrel again.
Ackk...ack....
“Wah...that sounds so satisfying.” He forcefully raises the head up from the water.
“How was it?”
The man who calm and collect is nowhere to be found. The true color finally comes out,. D laugh out in madness, satisfying with the scene in front of him.
“When I offered you, I’ve already got what I want. You were a fool to not accept my offer, brother.”
D stepps back and walks up to another circle, preparing to watch Min’s final moment. Waving his hand down, the assassin get ready to do his job.
“Now, execution.”
The man forces Min’s head back into dirty liquid again, wanting to drown him to death. Min’s body stuggle as his hands try to get out of the knot.
“Sink deep and fake your death. The revolver is at the bottom.”
“a..ack?” *Jack?*
“I can only help you this much, buddy. I even take off my lucky charm for you.”
Min does according to Jack’s plan. Sinking himself deep into the cylinder and stopped moving, he successfully fakes his death.
“Oh, faster than I expect.”
With the revolver in his hand, D steps down from his circle to come and onspect Min’s body. Seeing the guy freezes in his place, D laughs again with contentment.
He takes out a ruby human-heart.
Bang! Cling!
The glass shatters.
D crashes down the fire barrels, letting the oil slatter all over the place while the fire chase down the thick black liquid. He throws his lighter, adding more fire.
“Switch over, time tickin'...”
“but not over.”
Just then Min raises his head up with the revolver in his hand. Aiming at the head of his brother, D does nothing, but smirk.
“Agust, you shouldn’t underestimate me.”
“If you kill me without the hear, it will be the same result like last time.”
“Let’s bet then.” Min pulls the trigger.
The ruckus at the back of them appears, however Jack’s men are faster. Doing everything according to their bosses’ plan, his men has already mixed in the group from the beginning. Agust’s people soon end up laying lifeless on the floor.
Agust dashes to Min in anger, but someone lock him from behind. His own right hand man lock tight onto the master before revealing himself.
“Ack...Kim.”
“I told you, didn’t I...suite yourself.”
Jack takes out the real heart and shatters it with his dagger.
Cling!
Click.
Bang!
Agust doesn’t last long.
“Switch over, time tickin' and over.”
“Dr.Kim, when will he wake up?” Hoseok asks the doctor. It has been a year since Yoongi fell into a coma.
“His personality disorder is critical, now they are inflicting themselves.”
He have hidden his mental condition so well that not even Hoseok, his best friend, knew about it. When he knew everything, it was nearly too late.
The man nearly cut himself...in his own eyes.
Hoseok took him to hospital. Thankfully, Kim Namjoon, the doctor of his case, was still working. If not because of him, Yoongi would be gone by now.
Hmmm....
A little stir makes both of them look at the body. It is the first time that the lifeless figure makes a move or a noise.
Hoseok’s eyes brims with tears of hope, looking back and forth between Yoongi and Namjoon.
“Hyung...” Hoseok calls softly.
Namjoon walks to the monitor and checks the screen.
Like a miracle, everything comes back to the normal rate. Namjoon notes down everything onto his metal clipboard before he calls nurses inside.
“Doctor...he...”
Surfacing from the bottom of the darkness, Yoongi finally gains his conscious.
A/n note : And that’s it everyone. I hope you enjoy the story. I finally have a little vacation so here is the tribute for you guys.
This is the first time I write my story with y/n. Hope you guys not disappointed.
Before ending this, I want to give a few explanation to the story.
After listening to the interview, what I comprehended from the music videos was that Yoongi were fighting with his own personas. Like Namjoon said, he was the only one so far with 3 names. And, the fact that Yoongi devided his personalities accordingly to them made it sometimes difficult for himself to make music.
“If I make it, will this represent suga bts, agust d or me as Yoongi?”
Sum up events : Yoongi faced personality disorder to the point he went into the coma due to self-infliction. His personas, D (The dark past with anger and agressiveness) and Min (The real yoongi), fought over to control the body during Yoongi unconscious inside his mind.
The ruby human-heart like that made out of glass was the core, the conscious. Destroying it mean you kill the consious of that persona.
Different timelines, I came up with this idea from daechwita, thinking what if he failed to mute (killed) the tyrant king back then. Looking it in that aspect, personally, I think it somehow fit the explanation of Yoongi’s triology.
Letting the strong and fury persona control you to handle hate and prejudice, but at the same time, you were the one who deepen your own scars. What if it is getting out of control?
I wrote this story with a retro vibe because of the Haegeum’s settings. From the research I’ve read, the location was age around 1930 - 1960. Starting in 30s, the market hit its peaks around 40s - 50s before the fire incident in 60s. If I was wrong, I sincerely apologized for the mistakes.
Jack and Kim in the story, I used the image of Hoseok from Jack in the box album and Namjoon from Sexy Numkin. I saw a twitter about what if the three cross path. I didn’t capture the account nor remembered the name. If the idea owner come and see this, I apologize for not crediting you on the top of my ff🙇🏽♀️
I think that’s all. Thank you for your attentive reading, see you next session.
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hiiii! i really appreciate everything you do for the j/s fandom and i LOVE reading all your meta! i was wondering if you have an Ultimate Favourite j/s fic? or like a top Five Ultimate Favourite Forever Fics? thanks so much again for everything u do for us j/s obsessed people! <3
hello! thank you so much for your kind words, you are definitely giving me too much credit but i can absolutely give you my most beloved j/s recs <3
three immediately came to mind and they all have in common an incredible trajectory from friendship to romance imo, like the platonic foundations are laid and developed gorgeously. they also have in common a messy james and an intense friendship that is also jagged and spiky in places and i love the unconditionality of the messiness. i kept putting off trying to choose another two, and i will keep doing that for infinity, so here are three for now that i love.
i also made a reclist in 2016 which needs updating because i've read some gorgeous works just this year alone but all of the ones i've marked as formative still stand. apologies for any dead links and also just the weird way i spoke online when i was 20(!)
pioneers by inveracities
I feel like this fic needs no introduction but that's because I've revisited it so much over the years that I just assume most j/s people have also read it. at the time i was very anti reading in-progress fics because of my own impatience but this was soooo worth it. the characterisation just instantly gripped me - it takes a great deep dive into james' psyche, i think that the narration is super clever here, the gap between what james knows and doesn't know, what is said and unsaid. his voice is really strong in this and it really gets the complexity of how the journey from friends to lovers isn't a seamless transition, even though everything is there, but when it matters there's no question of loyalty or love. somehow toxic and also lowkey fluffy at the same time? chef's kiss.
rainbirds by inaspic
this was only published this year but contender for my favourite ever j/s fic??? it just scratches so many of my niche itches and it accomplishes so much in like 10k words. it's kitchen sink, it's got messy james which is underwritten imo (but in all of these fics, go figure), i love james as someone who fucks up and makes mistakes but who tries to be better. i love sirius as james' stability. i LOVE the way that music is an intrinsic part of this fic and the way james and sirius bond, the way james processes alife that he feels out of step with. usually i find it hard to relate to music as a written experience because it feels almost too intimate to replicate but it adds so much hereand it helps that it is music that i LOVE. three of the artists in this fic are in my spotify wrapped top 5 sooo was it written just for me? maybe. i left a comment on this fic so read that for all the things i love about this. also we need more 90s james/sirius
just know by tabbycat
another one that looks at the thin, blurred lines between love and friendship and how they're navigated. i love a james love confession, he's a romantic and i feel like his position of stability for his friends sometimes means that his passion (good and bad) maybe gets overlooked or underwritten. the pacing of this is incredible, sirius' reticence and resolve are written so well and the way that things pass unsaid, or awkwardly said but perfectly understood, between james and sirius signals that strong, underlying bond despite friction on the surface.
hope you enjoy! if you've read them already, they hold up so good on a reread <3
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About this piece- CW: mental health
This painting depicts some graphic feelings I've had about my body my whole life- when I was in my early teens I started having persistent intrusive imagery about my body including but not limited to ripping myself apart, and the hazy perception I have when it comes to the world. so this painting was a way for me to try and capture that feeling- I don't know if it perfectly captures it but when am I ever satisfied with my work? You can read my entire deep dive about my psyche in my Instagram post or on my Newgrounds. Really happy with the direction I'm now taking with my art.
I hope you all have a love day, and enjoy my painting.
-Rem
#digital art#clip studio paint#csp#angel#sword#gore#stab#slain#vent art#paint your feelings#remlin#remlin art#remlinng#remlin.ig#remlinx#wings#surreal#surrealism#surrealist#painting#digital painting#digital illustration#digital drawing
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Music Game!
rules: shuffle your “on repeat” playlist from spotify/the music service of your choice and post the first 10 tracks.
I was tagged by @itshoneywhatever
1. Charlie Be Quiet! by Charlie Puth
I've been listening to this song on repeat since I saw Charlie's videos of how he created it on Instagram. It's such an aurally pleasant song. The way he whispers, "Charlie Be Quiet" and then how the beat gets super loud. The play of volume with the lyrics is just amazing.
2. Shatter Me Featuring Lzzy Hale by Lindsey Stirling
I discovered this song probably 6 or 7 years ago when I was in college. I went through this tear of needing music to study by and was absolutely obsessed with pop songs that used orchestral instruments. I still really love that combination so this is a song I still listen to on repeat all the time.
3. Hurricane - Arty Remix by Halsey,ARTY
I too went through Halsey-Mania back in 2016 when Closer was trending all over the place. I was also kind of obsessed with EDM. So Hurricane made its way onto my playlist and just never left. I also adore the lyrics.
"I'm a wanderess, I'm a one night stand
Don't belong to no city, don't belong to no man
I'm the violence in the pouring rain
I'm a hurricane"
Come on! Amazing female power lyrics imho.
4. Overdrive by Conan Gray
This is a new-ish addition to the list. The beat, the lyrics? I love all of it. It's my new gym track. I put it on repeat when I need to psych myself up to finish a rep or set.
5. Getaway Car by Taylor Swift
I mean... I wrote an entire fic based off of this song. I love it. The vibes? They're immaculate. I know it's about a failed relationship and uses themes of criminals like Bonny and Clyde to show exactly how doomed the relationship is, but I still love it.
6. Super Tuna by JIN
Bwahahaha. This one is hard to explain. I love BTS. And I love this song. It's super catchy, considering how it's about catching tuna. 🎣🎣🎣
7. Good Girls by CHVRCHES
This is one of my favorite fuck the patriarchy songs.
"Good girls don't cry
And good girls don't lie
And good girls justify, but I don't"
and
"Is it easier when you don't have to count to ten?
When you don't have to pretend?
I want to know that feeling
Is it easier when you don't have to start again?
When you don't wanna make amends?
I want to know that feeling"
Lauren Mayberry, who is the leader singer and front-woman of CHVRCHES, wrote the song to criticize gender expectations in the music industry. As a woman in a male-dominated field, the message just resonates. It's also really fucking good.
8. Pied Piper by BTS
I'm an ARMY lol. I love BTS, and in particular I love this song. It's a tongue-in-cheek ditty from BTS reminding ARMY (their fandom) that it's alright to be their fan, but being their fan shouldn't detract from your responsibilities.
9. So Good by Halsey
An amazing song about finding love in the most unexpected places. Like your best friend.
10. Take My Breath Away by Berlin
Here's that Top Gun Brain-rot once again. Like, I watched TG:M last year and then had to re-listen to the TG 1986 soundtrack and this song grabbed hold of me and would not let go. So here we are.
Hope you guys enjoyed and learned something new about how chaotic I am! This is way more of a deep-dive into my psyche than I expected.
Tagging: @roosterforme, @roosterbruiser, @teacupsandtopgun, @jynxmirage, @desert-fern, @thedroneranger, @cherrycola27 (no pressure!) and everyone else who'd like to join in!
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“Coin Toss” has taken over the past 24 hours of my life and frankly, I feel so passionately and deeply moved by it, that I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I will remember it for the rest of my days and I’m not exaggerating. That was art. A beautiful and absolutely gutting read and tbh I’ll never ever look at the show/manga and definitely not Shigaraki the same. The deep dive into the flaws of hero society, the LOV, and the human psyche in general brought so much layered depth to the story and it was increíble to experience reading how you pulled everything together. Thank you for sharing💕
ah gosh this is so so kind....im so glad you enjoyed it so much!! and then that you took the time to come find me here and reach out–it means a lot to me! so first and foremost, thank you!!
secondly, its also really cool to hear that you liked the deep dive on the LOV and hero society!! that was my goal with this fic!! i just had a lot of Thoughts on the matter and it all came out in this fic! honeslty most of my fics are just Thoughts i have baked into a bit of character analysis on the current fixated one!
thank you so much again!! this means a lot to me!! i hope you have a wonderful day (or night–or whatever time it is where you are lol)!
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hello! prepare for a long chatty life update. I went out with friends last night and it was so nice wahh. then I slept nine hours and that was glorious too. turns out this week’s sleep trouble was just my usual pre-period insomnia and not my new magic sleeping meds failing me. phew!!! I took Pip to our new vet this morning for his annual checkup and he was such a sweet boy even through the indignity of many shots. 😭😭 I love my little dog so much. also when Pip sits his front paws point outwards in a way that makes him look like he’s posing, and today the vet techs were like ‘awww how sweet! you know that’s actually a genetic deformity, right?’ I was like ummm excuse me. this is the best dog who has ever lived and he is perfectly formed in every way so think carefully about how you describe his flawless & unique paws please!! anyway he is in excellent health and three different people independently praised him for being so lean & well-conditioned. I can’t wait for fall (and/or to get him to seattle) so we can resume his preferred 70 min walks instead of the 30 min forced marches we are limited to in the summer.
then I came home and started working my way through one of the books I bought on evidence-informed learning design in training contexts. it’s interesting so far! not a lot of new content yet but it’s kind of nice to go back to basics and resolidify my understanding of core concepts/frameworks. I feel like it’s making me a bit sleeeepy though so I might just do an hour each day instead of trying to power through. I have four weeks left before new job starts… I think I just want to read two or three of these fairly dense books so I go into the first month feeling like I have an understanding of how the L&D profession overlaps with/differs from the classroom pedagogy stuff I’m more familiar with. I also want to read more about the history and structure of my government agency so I have at least a rough mental framework to fit first-month new information into. THAT SAID as psyched as I am to get started on a New Project (tackling a new job lol) I need to remind myself to also enjoy this time and try to use it to really fully decompress from the year and job search stress. it’s okay to just let myself enjoy this month of very few responsibilities.
next week I need to reach out to my current boss to let her know that I accepted the position… and I need to do that sooner rather than later because they’re starting to process my security clearance and that involves interviewing my references. I hope she isn’t upset with me for kinda changing gears after we talked last, but I’m also reminding myself that it’s normal to change jobs and that I went above and beyond trying to make things work with them… they didn’t move fast enough to make it feasible for me and it’s okay for me to make decisions that prioritize my own long-term future (because academia sure as hell won’t do that for me!). I can’t decide if I hope the grant funds come through & they let me do it as a part-time position with support staff, or if I hope it doesn’t come through and my energy is just freed up to focus on the new job + creative projects. we will see what the universe decides.
we released the first two episodes of our hockey fandom podcast yesterday and have gotten a nice response so far! I am deep in planning/research mode for future episodes and might spend the rest of the afternoon working on that. I feel like my brain is a little bit too fried still to write short things or fully dive into my new long project (I need a bit more rest/recovery I think) so I’m gonna let myself continue taking a little break from writing and instead focus on building out this other project so it’s up and running by the time the job starts. ooh and I am also going to beta a friend’s fic this weekend—tonight or tomorrow tbd.
okay let’s see. going to drive to target now to pick up a curbside order and then I think I want to lie in bed doing nothing or maybe thinking a bit about podcast planning. I have this idea that if we can create like… a planning structure of some kind? a brainstorming and research template kinda thing? it’ll help organize and streamline our prerecording thinking so we can have deeper conversations in the actual recording session. I like the idea of designing a repeatable learning exercise that will make the planning process more seamless, so if we get really busy with real life stuff we won’t have to expend as much intellectual bandwidth on the prep & planning work each week. idk just something I am kicking around we’ll see. mmkay! if I go to target I will have cherries to eat 😍 so it is time to make the quick drive over.
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Hey friend! For the writing ask: 1, 7, 8, and 25!
(From this ask HERE)
Thanks for the ask, @m34gs! I am excited to talk about my fics for 2022! I hope you enjoy my answers, friend!!!
1.What's something new that you tried in a fic this year? How did it turn out? Would you do it again?
Recently I've been writing snippets, experimenting with ideas that don't quite have a full story, but want to try writing anyways. In my first series of Warming Up (in Snippets) Chapter Ten, The Blue Bottle I experimented and wrote in present tense.
I think it turned out well. I liked the tone and narration Shouichi provided. Somehow, writing in present tense makes me feel more involved in the action as the narrator. I'd absolutely try writing in present tense again!
7. What fic meant the most to you to write?
There are two answers here and I hope no one minds me cheating a little.
The first fic that meant the most for me was my Serial Killer AU SDR2 fic Working Relationship. This fic was a soft redo of an older fic Steal Your Tongue. Any time I revisit ideas I feel a sense of nostalgia in my heart. I remember writing Steal Your Tongue. I remember where I was when I wrote it. To revisit the idea feels like I'm paying homage to an idea. It's a little silly, but in a way it allowed me to see how far I've come as a fanfiction writer.
The second fic that meant the most to me was my first Twisted Wonderland fic, The Small Things that Don't Align. It is always scary to write and post for a new fandom. What are the fans like? What sort of fics do people write about the fandom? Will my ideas stand out? Those thoughts always plague me despite years of writing fanfiction. Of course, I enjoy writing the fic, but my enjoyment is only a percentage of the reason why I write fanfiction. Posting it is a huge part too and I always want that to go over well!
8. What fic made you feel the happiest to work on?
Without a doubt the fic that made me the happiest was my second Twisted Wonderland fic, Comfortable Bed(s). I was so excited to write that fic I wrote majority of it one Saturday afternoon/evening. All the while I was internally Panicking because here I was in my second Twisted Wonderland fic and I was writing Every Main Dorm Member. Still, the sheer joy of writing all the scenarios and ordering which dorm went next was such a delight. I'm very happy with the fic!
25. What's something you want to write in 2023?
In 2023 I want to write:
-More Twisted Wonderland. Yeah, I'm deep into the fandom now and I really enjoy writing for it. In particular I hope to write a Vil/Rook fic, but I always enjoy writing Yuu ft. The dorms.
-A Bleach fic. I've been a fan of Bleach since the first episode dropped all those years ago. I actually attempted to write a Bleach fic in 2015-2016, but I never posted what I wrote. However, now with TYBW arc animated, I might find the right Bleach fic idea.
-A multi-chaptered FE Fates fic. Honestly, the last time was in 2021 with Searching (and Falling) Through Dimensions. I have to do something else. Not sure what yet, but I'd like to try another long term project.
-Speaking of FE Fates, I want to write more Anankos/Trio fics. I want to do this because I'm deep in this silly ship and I need to drag more people down with me.
-Another post SDR2 multi chaptered fic. Listen. The last time I took a deep dive into the cast's psyches over multiple chapters was in 2016. I have different ideas and interpretations. I have a better grasp of the characters. I think 2023 might be the year I write this multi-chaptered fic.
-Lastly, maybe, just maybe if I get permission I can write at least one (1) idea from the vast list of Bar AU ideas. Because we call the AU "our AU" but I've done nothing except bounce ideas and add to that secret USB drive.
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