#but i do think it would have had a deep impact regardless of how well they were able to cope. like i've said i dont see how it wouldnt.
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sits up in bed. so lana and ema definitely thought they were responsible for edgeworth "choosing death", right?
(the rest of this post was supposed to go in the tags, because it's not very well organised or written, but it got too long so. here are the slightly edited tags for your reading pleasure (or otherwise)):
i was going to make this solely about ema because she's the obvious one with her open adoration of edgeworth, but the thing about rfta is that it goes to great lengths to emphasise the connection between lana and edgeworth as well.
the sl-9 incident showed that lana grows attached to people deeply, hence angel starr's comment on how, when neil marshall died, 'she (lana) felt like her own brother had died.' with edgeworth, i think it was similar but worse. because he's not just a coworker or subordinate who's dear to her. he saved her life. and it cost him his own.
at the beginning of the case, edgeworth says he was mistaken for thinking that lana was always looking out for him post sl-9 (a statement interesting on its own because that's when everyone else says she grew distant), and, later on, he brings ema fingerprinting powder because lana asked him to. then, of course, there's the 'lady luck' comment he makes.
similarly, on lana's side, you obviously have the end of the trial when she says he did well, but there's also that additional moment post-trial where she's the only one to notice — in a group comprising her, ema, phoenix and gumshoe — that he's 'hiding', listening to their conversation. point is, there's enough to suggest that she might have been the nearest thing edgeworth had to a mia; his 'chief prosecutor' to phoenix's plain 'chief'. they're as close as two people can be in a relationship where one of them is constantly lying and the other is von karma's star pupil.
rfta is pretty straightforwardly depicted as the case which solidified edgeworth's resolve to do what he did; i don't think i have to prove that. rumours about him have reached new heights, his car and knife were involved in goodman's murder, he makes an unprecedented mistake in court by failing to connect the evidence room and carpark incidents, thus forcing the chief of police to enter the trial to do so himself, and he's publicly revealed to have relied on falsified evidence to secure a conviction in the sl-9 case, all of which only happened because of lana. jake marshall even claims that from the beginning — that if you trace edgeworth's rumours back to their source, you end up meeting one person: lana skye.
and it gets worse because at the end of rfta, she thinks he's fine!! she literally says, 'i was afraid the pressure would break you, but you rose above it,' and reminds him he's nothing like gant because he's not alone. she leaves the case thinking he will be okay. and then, what, like a week passes, and she finds out that he wasn't, and that he's gone, and it's her fault. even after she was freed from gant's control, even after she had finally stopped lying, she couldn't prevent herself from claiming another life. so much for 'lady luck', i suppose.
and the game reiterates this multiple times. gumshoe states at the start that edgeworth's ties to those higher up in the department have made him the subject of constant rumours, and phoenix says (in front of ema) that he shouldn't be held responsible for the forged evidence because that was all lana's doing, which then leads to edgeworth commenting (again in front of ema) that he feels as though 'something inside him has died.' it all goes back to lana. we can argue and say that it was technically gant's doing that caused all of this, but lana still took actions that led to it. even her complicated friendship with edgeworth isn't spared; it's that closeness between them that exacerbated those rumours. how could she not feel responsible in some way?
and with ema, it's rather obvious, isn't it? if she hadn't gone poking her nose into things, none of this would have happened or come to light. and, of course, she'd never choose anyone over her sister, not for anything in the world — it's simply not a question, but that's the problem, isn't it? it's not a question. it's not some hypothetical moral dilemma. it just is. she may not have killed neil marshall, but she still has one king of prosecutor's blood on her hands. and now she has to live with that. she just. has. to live with it. no matter if he chose otherwise.
moving on from that a little, i think it's actually wild how much of ema's journey to becoming a forensics investigator is paved with bad memories. neil marshall's death and her subsequent inability to testify are what drives her to begin pursuing it, her first proper investigation results in her idol's "death" and when she finally graduates, the person who saved her sister has been disbarred, and she can't even help because she isn't allowed to. all that pain and constant pursuit of her goals, and she's still the same ema skye, still that girl shrouded in darkness, always one step behind the truth, one step a little too late. no wonder she was angry in aa:aj. i would be furious.
#and then like a year later they find out edgeworth's fine and if that happened to me i think i would kill him fr#WKSHDKAHDKS#lana skye#ema skye#miles edgeworth#the skye sisters' relationship with one dramatic depressed prosecutor is something that can be so personal...#ive literally never thought this much about lana or ema ever. they never occupy my thoughts but somehow.#everyone else: man edgeworth's vanishing must have had a real impact on franziska and phoenix. me: what about these 2 side characters who#technically only appeared once in the whole trilogy. in a dlc. what about them.#it's actually so interesting how much lana is set up to be important to edgeworth. phoenix even says she reminds him of mia and when i#first read that i was like ??? bc of the scarf? there's more to mia than a scard phoenix. but then you pay attention to how she interacts#with edgeworth and it's like oh. i see it now. and then she disappears forever.#mind you i dont think she or ema were like. destroyed by the news of edgeworth's supposed passing. not in the way phoenix was anyway.#for better or worse both lana and ema are shown to have a tight hold over themselves emotionally speaking. lana keeps a lid on them for#years and ema is told she might have killed neil by accident and is functional after a brief faint and recess. like those women are strong.#but i do think it would have had a deep impact regardless of how well they were able to cope. like i've said i dont see how it wouldnt.#anyway this concludes my rfta moment. time to go back to being unable to say a thing about susato-san even though she occupies my every#waking moment. if you read all this ily <3#it's also past midnight so if this is all a bit everywhere im sorry
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(link: post where op says discrimination against transmascs does exist, but is not targeted specifically against transmascs and goes on to give a bunch of examples)
too tired to go on about how wrong op is so im passing it over to you
wow another user i already had blocked [Obligatory Do Not Harass This Person Notice]
Yes, T is a controlled substance because of bullshit athletics laws. There being another reason that law exists does not mean it cannot and is not used to actively target trans people, ESPECIALLY trans people of color. This article goes over the numerous ways that T being a controlled substance opens the doors for a variety of abuses, & this one goes more in depth into, Stann Fransisco, a transmasc Two Spirit, who was arrested, sexually assaulted, and jailed after police found hez T and needles and hey had to out hemself as trans. It was not made a controlled substance because of transmascs, but they certainly use it to target transmascs & others and there's no reason that a transphobic government would be interesting in letting go on this control.
With trans people and pregnancy, its a similar situation- ATM might not be the reason people on T are taken off it during pregnancy, but it can absolutely be used by people (such as abusive partners) to detransition people. (Also, intersexism plays a huge role in this as well, since a lot of times the major "danger" of people being pregnant on T is the possibility of an intersex child). And the same thing for being left out of vaginal and uterine health care- even if the system wasn't directly set up to target trans people, it is used that way and kept that way regardless.
And as for being kept out of conversations? That can 100% be targeted. There are absolutely openly transphobic people who make the decision to use trans-exclusive language around pregnancy and abortion. And are you fucking kidding me with the idea that trans surgeries aren't less studied because organizations don't want to give money to support their research?
Frankly I'm tired of the idea that in Twenty Fucking Twenty Three, all transphobia transmascs experience is just the result of nobody knowing what a trans man is. Its been fucking decades since FTMs starting getting awareness, and there's a current moral panic that has transmascs as a central figure. Are you fucking kidding me? Do y'all really think nobody is out here targeting us specifically? And, on top of that, the idea that being erased means you can't be targeted is ignorant. Intersex people, from what I have read, experience something similar a lot: people not knowing what you are, you not being given the tools to know what you are, and yet you experience targeted violence for the traits of the thing nobody mentions. Hell, that's like... a ton of queerphobia? Being targeted for having the traits of an unmentionable condition? People not knowing what "gay" or "trans" is but smelling something socially unacceptable on you?
Ironically this whole thing is, imo, another example of the impact of erasure. Because erasure is fundamentally about not just the violence of being silenced, but silencing violence. Erasure puts into place the idea that transmasc invisibility is part of reality; transmasculinity is literally invisible to people. What that means is, erasure promotes the idea that transmasculinity is literally inconceivable: its just something people created one day, or its some deep hidden extremely rare thing that sometimes happens, but either way, there is no precedent for it and no preconceived ideas related to it. Of course there is no anti-transmasc violence, because when cis people see a woman trying to be a man, they have literally no preconceived ideas on this at all! Or, if that doesn't work, erasure will attribute any potential violence to misogyny and lesbophobia, squashing the idea that anything could happen as a result of "women becoming men" and the hatred around that idea.
In 2023, yeah, people do know we exist and, in fact, fearmonger about there being too many of us. Its vital that we are aware of this and realize that new forms of anti-transmasculinity will continue to take shape as we get more awareness. For example: in the past, people weren't aware of chest binding, but now you have transphobes who know to look for binders under people's shirts so they can attack transmascs.
But even without that, even before that, people don't need to know the name of something to hate it. A lot of anti-butch violence is done specifically to punish, in the minds of the attackers, a woman trying to be/act like a man/replace men; that's anti-transmasculinity*. Mothers insisting their tomboy children need to grow up and act like women? That's anti-transmasculinity. People only talk about historical transmascs who more or less lived well, but there are people who were outed and put in prisons and mental asylums and abused, and that's just the records we can find. There are articles written about the horror of a woman realizing her husband "is a woman." Steve Dain transitioned in the 1970s and was called "thing" "it", immediately seen as a sexual predator towards little girls, and had the school system do everything possible to fire him- and it worked. Those people likely had never heard of a trans man before- but they immediately reacted with disgust and targeted attacks. They didn't need to know what he was to hate him for it, because the cultural ideas that create and manage transphobia as a system are still there.
Also bonus aphobia from the tags:
*and, for the record, "anti-transmasculinity" can be co-existent with misogyny and lesbophobia. they are all interconnected.
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To please a woman
✶﹒Jim Hopper x Reader
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Content Warnings: Hard Dom! Hop, Bratty Sub! Reader, Corruption Kink, Fingering, Degradation, Oral (fem receiving), BDSM, kinda? (Use of Handcuffs), Sir kink, Praise, Begging, Hair Pulling, No Condom (always keep it safe kids!!), this is literally just porn atp, manhandling, Overstimulation
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How long had it bee since Jim Hopper last had a good fuck? An one-night stand? A woman in his life? Too long. It´s been definitely too long. Even though he knew he shouldn’t be thinking about sex while at work, he did so regardless. His filthy thoughts started taking advantage of him a few days ago, naughty imaginations clouding his mind, making it impossible for him to focus on anything else. Shit, how old was he? 18? Shouldn’t people his age be out and about, thriving with their wives, their families? Whatever. It could not be that hard, finding a willing woman somewhere in Hawkins.
With that thought in mind, he hurriedly closed the doors of the Police Station after his shift was finally over for the day, and made his way straight into his favourite pub. Lucky for him, you have had the exact same thought as him today, on the lookout for a man who could pleasure you the right way. But you definitely didn’t expect that man to be the Chief of Police.
Hopper opened the door that lead onto the pub, looking around as he made his way towards the counter. That was until he spotted you sitting at one of the tables, all by yourself. He took that as a chance to sit down at the same table, taking of his hat, grumpily greeting you.
Soon, you were lost in a conversation, talking about this and that. You never took him as a funny, nice guy - but that was exactly who he was. All to your surprise. But what surprised you even more, was him admitting after a few beers, that he went to the pub for the exact same reason as you. To have sex.
Jim was a very attractive man, way older than you were. But you did not have a problem with the age gap - age gaps were good. Boys your age just didn’t know what they were doing yet.
So it was not surprising to find yourself buckling up your seatbelt in Hopper´s police car a few minutes after paying.
The car ride was painfully long, the tension in the air so thick the both of you could barely breathe.
After what seemed like hours, you finally arrived at his Cabin. He turned of the car´s engine, and looked over to you.
“I swear to god, that was the last thing i had expected to happen today. Jesus.”
He shook his head, a small grin tugging at his lips. You giggled softly. “Me neither.”, you admitted. Hoppers right hand found your thigh, giving it a light squeeze, nodding twice while doing so. He opened the door, and got out of his seat. You took one last, deep breath, and left the car as well. As you walked around the car, Hopper suddenly pushed you against the car´s hood, his lips greedily pressing against yours. You moaned quietly at the sudden impact, but he let go of you a few seconds into the kiss.
“Sorry. Can’t contain myself. Lets go inside and get this started, hm, sweetheart?”
As soon as you stepped inside, he pushed you against the wall, pinning your hands over you head, continuing to kiss you hungrily. His lips left yours and made their way over to your ear, softly nibbling on it. “I want to destroy you so bad, you have no idea.”, he whispered, a slight rasp to his voice. You let out a quiet whimper at this comment - him asserting his dominance over you was the most arousing thing you had ever experienced. Just thinking about your age (and size) gap made you press your thighs together in anticipation for what was about to come. “Need you to do that”
There was no way in hell you would be able to think straight, so you just gave up on forming full sentences by now.
His right hand still pinned your hands down, as his other one slowly traveled down the side of your body, coming to rest on your breast. He started groping it, playing with your nipples. At this point you were a mess in his hands, completely submitted to him. “I barely started, and you already stopped thinking straight. Pathetic.”
His teasing went right down between your legs, the wetness intensifying. “Stop- stop the teasing. Need more. Please. Need so- so much more.” A low chuckle fell from his lips at your comment. But he didn’t change his pace, he didn´t roam farther south where you needed him most. Instead, the hand that cupped your breast went upwards again, grabbing the back of your head, pulling you towards his lips again to reward you with yet another greedy, passionate kiss, which you loudly moaned into. “So, so greedy… Just have some patience, will you now?”
You nodded. Suddenly, he grabbed you by the hair and yanked your head back. “I want you to answer me properly when I ask you a question!”, he angrily said through gritted teeth. What would scare most people living in Hawkins, only turned you on even more.
“Y-yes.”
“Yes, what?” “Yes, sir.” “Better.” He went from the back of your head to give your ass a hard spank and then gripping it roughly. You tried moving your hands to touch him, but couldn’t escape his tight grip. “You´ll move when I say so. Got that?” “Yes.” The grip on your wrists intensified. “Yes sir!” A small chuckle left Hoppers mouth. “I think it´s time to move this to the bedroom, hm?”
As soon as you entered the bedroom, he pushed you on the bed, his lips finding yours again. Holding back was impossible now, and you pressed your core up to his already hard crotch, your fingers tangling in his hair, at which he lowly groaned. “Fuck, look what you do to me. Lift your hips for me, sweetheart.”
He opened your belt, eagerly pulling down your pants and then dragging his finger along your clothed slit, which was soaked by now.
“Shit, you´re so damn wet. Can´t wait to see what your insides feel like. What you taste like.”
Your panties and bra didn’t stay on long, after he had yanked them off your body - him still fully clothed. His kissed slowly started traveling down your body, making halt where you needed him most. Your hips jerked upwards in excitement, but he didn´t give you what you wanted just yet.
“Now, what do good girls do when they want something real bad? When the officer catches up on them, and they don´t want to be punished, hm? They beg him for mercy. Oh, they beg so nice and good to please him, so he will let them go. I won’t let you go, no way in hell, but I still want you to beg for me. Beg, as if your life depends on it, can you do that for me?”
Where did that man learn how to talk this dirty from?! It was undeniably hot, so of course, you gave him what he wanted. Right now, you would probably do anything just to have him finally pleasure you the right way. So there was no holding back.
“Please. Please use me, do anything you want to me, I need you, I need you inside me, on top of me, whatever, please, please, please, sir, make me fall apart, make me your whore, i don’t care anymore. I will do anything for pleasure, please!”
You desperation made Hopper release a low groan, but still, he didn’t give you what you needed. What more did you have to do? “Go on. Come on, continue…”
Asshole.
“Mhh, please, please, just do it. I gave you so much already, please, i think I might die if you wont touch me. Shit, shit, destroy me, please, please just - ah!”
His tongue found your clit in the middle of your sentence, suckling on it, softly biting down on it. You arched your back, hips pressing up against his head. Finally he added a finger, curling it so it perfectly hit your G-Spot. Just how on earth could he be this good at all that?!
Soon, he added another finger. And then, a third one. “Mh- close…”
“Not yet, sweetheart. I need you to fulfil the promise you made earlier, can you remember? You told me I should make you my whore- good whores cum when their Sir tells them to.”
“Yes, yes sir. Understood…”
Hopper couldn’t believe that you really were this obedient. Of course, he had to be dominant in his job as well - but it was way more arousing to be dominant in bed. His erection pressed tightly against his pants, needing attention. Shit, he swore he could cum alone from fucking you with his tongue.
After what felt like hours, he finally pulled out his fingers, and removed his mouth from your aching core. He moved towards you, grabbing your hand and placing it over the tent that had formed in his pants.
“Can you feel that? This is what you do to me, girl. My little whore, hm?”
You were practically drooling at this point - which didn’t go unnoticed by Hopper. But he himself couldn’t stand this torture anymore. He finally needed to fuck you so good you wouldn’t be able to walk for the next week. He finally wanted to see you completely break underneath him, wanted to fuck you dumb.
So he started to unbuckle his belt. He did not bother undressing, only pulled his pants and his underwear down a little bit to reveal his dick.
Him fully clothed, on top of your naked body, his erection pressed against your wet folds - the thought alone nearly made you cum. His teeth nibbled at your earlobe again, and with a raspy whisper he said:
“I need it just as bad as you do right now. But I need you to beg for it again. I need to know what my little, good slut needs.”
Again. He wanted you to plead again. You slowly started to get a little embarrassed, your face heating up, your cheeks turning red. You tried to turn your head away to undergo having to beg Hopper to fuck you. You did enough begging by now, anyways.
What you didn’t expect though, was Hopper suddenly getting up and leaving the room. You sat up, confused. What was he doing, in the middle of all this?
Your question quickly got answered as he came back - handcuffs in hand. “Lay down. Hands behind your back.”
You looked at him with widened eyes, not prepared for this kind of power play. Only to see what would happen, you started acting up, refusing to follow his instructions. “What if I don’t, sir?”
He let out a low chuckle. “Then Ill make you.”
“Hmm, I don’t know about that. I bet I could just Get up and leave!”
That was wha sent him over the edge. Leave? You? No. No one could leave once he had them in his hands. He was the chief of Police after all!
In a matter of seconds, he had your body pressed up against the mattress, your wrists in a firm grip as he adjusted the handcuffs. Moving was barely impossible in that position, face pressed into the soft pillow, muffling your whimpers.
“Arch that back.”, Hopper demanded. This time, you did not stand up against his orders. Your ass was now pressing against his dick, already dripping with precum. “And i swear to go, if you ever, ever even think about disobeying me again, I’m going to absolutely destroy you until your knees give out. Until you’re bruised black and blue, does that sound good to you, hm?”
He grabbed your hair again, and pulled your head up, turning it towards him. His other hand squished your cheeks together, making it harder for you to answer.
“M-mh yesh, shir”
God, you felt so stupid. You sounded so stupid. But that apparently was amusing to him, because a dirty grin settled on his face.
“Thats how I like my good whore. Obedient and submissive.”
Without warning, he thrust his dick into your core, making you scream in both pleasure and pain. He set a slow, but hard pace, the room being filled by the sound of skin against skin, your moans and his soft groans.
Hopper put one had on the chain that held the handcuffs together, pulling on it. His other hand made its way towards your mouth, where to of his fingers slipped between your lips.
“Suck on them, will you?”
So you did. You were so close to orgasming, and having both your pussy and your mouth stuffed, and being completely submitted and helpless did not help you at all. Wait until I allow you to cum, he said. As if it was that easy!
“Mhh, good whore. Good girl. Doing such a good job, taking my cock so well.”
His pace sped up, and you assumed he was close as well. Hopefully he would allow you to cum as soon as possible. But that was not the case. You tried telling him that you couldn’t hold it any longer, but his fingers fucking your mouth made that almost impossible. Each thrust threatened to throw you over the edge, as you tried your best to hold yourself back from reaching your height. But fuck, that did not work. With one last, loud moan, your walls clenched around his cock, eyes rolling back in your head as you experienced one of the most amazing orgasm you’ve ever had.
Hoppers thrusts stopped. He took the fingers out of your mouth, moving his hand up to your head, and yanking it back by your hair.
“Shit, what did I tell you about cumming without my permission?!”
He was furious.
He turned you on your back, eyes staring right into yours. “Dumb whore.”, he said, and squished your cheeks again. “Open up your mouth - don’t make me ask twice.”
As you did so, he spat right into it. “Swallow.” You made sure not to disobey him again, seeing what it had led to.
Hopper spread apart your legs, and started fucking you again. Your pussy felt sore from all the foreplay and the hard orgasm you had just experienced - but he did not care. He put his full body weight on you, nearly crushing you. Your legs were resting upon his shoulders, his fingers caressing your clit.
“´M gonna cum soon. And you will, too. I don’t care if you’re overstimulated or not, this is an order. And you know what happens when you disobey the chief of Police, right, sweetheart?”
You nodded, tears welling in your eyes. You didn’t even need to try hard to cum, as you were already on the verge of yet another orgasm.
“Cum, sweet whore. My sweet girl, you’ve been taking it so well. Cum around my cock, I know you can do it.”
His words of encouragement were enough to send you over the edge for the second time today. Seeing you, all vulnerable, completely fucked out and into submission also sent Hopper over the edge. He leaned down to give you a sloppy kiss, hands tangling in your hair, while both of you rode out your high.
“Shit,” Hopper said as he pulled out and laid down beside you. “You did fucking amazing.” His words made you smile, but you were way too tired to respond to that. “Yeah, get some rest. You deserve it.”
You heard him change in the bathroom, coming back to lie down besides you, tucking the both of you under his blanket.
You would have never expected it, but Jim Hopper, the Chief of Police of Hawkins was very cuddly after Sex - which you found extremely adorable. He softly stroked your cheeks while you drifted away to sleep, and you loved every second of it.
He surely knows how to please a woman.
#stranger things smut#jim hopper#stranger things#oneshot#smut#jim hopper x reader#jim hopper x reader smut#no plot just vibes#chief hopper#hopper x y/n
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Do you think it had to be rengoku who died? Or could it have been a different character or hashira and still give the same effect?
AA THIS IS SUCH A GOOD QUESTION!! Okay im likely gonna go back and edit this later once i think of Better Words, but prepare for a Long Ass Leon Analysis Post
I think that while a similar effect could have happened had it been another Hashira, the fact that it was Rengoku affected not just Tanjiro, but the rest of the Corps in a massive ripple effect. I’m assuming that by asking this you’ve read my “why Rengoku’s death impacts the outcome of the series” analysis post, but regardless, im gonna start rambling now lol
Let’s turn it into a cause-and-effect formula. If [Hashira] dies after the Mugen Train Incident, it affects Tanjiro with [x] and the rest of the Corps with [y]. When Rengoku died, it devastated Tanjiro because of both his personal connection to Rengoku (Flame Breathing vs Sun Breathing, as well as Rengoku’s infectious brotherly attitude) and his respect for the Hashira as a whole. X is Tanjiro’s devastation and his exposure to the Actual Strongest Demons. Y, on the other hand, is much more powerful, because of Rengoku specifically. He was like an older brother to Mitsuri. He was an icon of strength and persistence for Tengen. He was a beacon of encouragement for everyone he encountered, and Rengoku was uniquely inspiring in that way. Rengoku, specifically. The latest link in the Flame Hashira chain, the Rengoku family legacy, he was really more legend than man. He was an unfalteringly blazing beacon of constant courage and flaming strength, and his loss hit especially hard, because of how unstoppable he always strove to be. Even the surlier Hashira like Sanemi and Obanai respected him, because he’s just that bright. He’s open, and approachable, and kind. He may be a legend, but he’s a human, living legend. He was friends with everyone, and impacted everyone’s lives just by being in them. The unceremonious and sudden nature of his death is what causes X to hit so hard for Tanjiro, and what causes Y to extend far beyond him.
If, for example, Sanemi was the one who dies at Mugen Train, things would’ve turned out much differently. Sanemi never accepted Nezuko, and probably would’ve died scorning her. This would cause X to be much less impactful for Tanjiro. He would still be devastated, because he’s Tanjiro, and because he holds a deep respect for all the Hashira, but Sanemi’s refusal to acknowledge Nezuko would significantly dampen the impact of his death. X would still hit hard, because Tanjiro is exposed to an immensely powerful warrior being unceremoniously taken out by a demon like Akaza, but Sanemi’s generally unapproachable nature as well as the fact that he stabbed Nezuko would significantly dampen the impact on Tanjiro. Additionally, Tanjiro doesn’t know Genya yet, so he wouldn’t have any personal motivation for sympathy. In the case of Rengoku, when he mentions Senjuro, that hits hard for Tanjiro, because they’re both eldest brothers. As for the rest of the Corps, they’d be devastated for the same reasons as Tanjiro- a Hashira has fallen, and that’s a rare and devastating casualty of war. But Sanemi doesn’t have the same social impact that Rengoku does, so ultimately I think neither X or Y would hit as hard.
Honestly im trying to stop myself from plugging every Hashira into this equation just for the sake of analysis, so I might come back to this later when I’ve gotten a bit more sleep lmao
Now let’s take a Hashira that Tanjiro has a personal connection to, like Shinobu or Giyuu. If Shinobu had come with Tanjiro to personally investigate Mugen Train, he would almost certainly blame himself for her death, and X would be a different flavor of powerful, because of her conversation with him in about Kanae’s dream. The death of any Hashira would cause Y to have some ripple effect, purely because it’s a Hashira, but ultimately, the only Hashira I believe could even start to rival Kyojuro’s influence is Gyomei, purely because he’s been a Hashira for so long. But no other Slayer had the same warmth and personable character that Kyojuro had, and that’s why his death in particular hits so hard. If Giyuu had died, Tanjiro would likely have been just as upset as he was with Rengoku- he’s witnessed Giyuu’s strength on multiple occasions, and Giyuu has staked his life on Nezuko. That’s something that Tanjiro won’t easily forget, and if Giyuu had died, it would easily devastate him to push himself harder, giving X the same emotional weight as Kyojuro’s death. However, because it’s Giyuu, Y would be MUCH less impactful, because a lot of the Hashira actively dislike him. ( @princeblue actually has an excellent analysis post on why he pisses the other Hashira off, I would recommend reading it, they make some excellent points!!)
Anyway, to restate my thesis, Rengoku’s death was as impactful as it was not just because he was a Hashira, but because he was Rengoku. He’s an infallible beacon of hope and warmth, and his unceremonious death sent a ripple effect through the entire Corps. He touches the lives of everyone he meets, intentionally or not- it’s just who he is. Much like Tanjiro, his passion is infectious, and his spark and drive spread to everyone who loved him after his death. It would still devastate Tanjiro to no end to watch a Hashira die in front of him, but it was Rengoku’s personal connection to not just Tanjiro, but the entire Corps that ultimately made him as impactful of a character as he was.
That last paragraph was a little shaky, I have a nasty habit of only doing analysis writing when it’s 4:30am and I should be sleeping, please ask me to clarify anything if I fucked up! I promise it makes so much sense in my head lmao
Thank you so much for this ask I’m literally happy stimming sitting here poking away at analysis posts nothing makes me happier than media-dissecting my blorbos
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Can I request you RFA and Saeran ( minus Jaehee) with a male MC. The boys are just shocked they are attracted to someone same gender as them. Does Jumin Han is gay? Jumin would confirm that this is true. Male MC is literally so adorable and cute, kind and compassionate, also has some feminine trait
I do want to preface this by pointing out that this is very headcanon-territory overall! I don't think I talked much on this blog about my personal headcanons for MM gang's sexualities so far. Not directly, anyway. That is to say, they will love you regardless of your gender! All MC's are loved and cherished by the RFA, don't forget that <3
Yoosung
Now, Yoosung definitely had crushes before, but they never really went anywhere. By the time he meets you, he probably has little or no real-life experience with romantic relationships. I don't think he is very well versed in his own sexual or romantic preference... at all. He was simply too focused on studying for the majority of his school years, and once Rika has passed, the yearnings for a romantic relationships were just another form of his deep longing for human connection. So, it goes without saying that a male MC wouldn't have much impact. These feelings are still new and undiscovered for him, whether you are male, female, trans, nonbinary, etc. By the time he realizes that he is falling for you, your gender is the last thing on his mind. The thing that will come up is coming out to his family. This post focuses solely on exploring that aspect for Yoosung!
Zen
So, Zen canonically has quite a bit of relationship experience under his belt. He is aware of his likings and dislikes. I do headcanon him as questioning his sexuality, but still presenting himself as straight. A part of him just never really felt that inner push to try and pursue anything with a man. Not fully. But he definitely considers it sometimes, and he finds himself feeling attracted to non-female presenting individuals. He's kind of confused in that sense, often writing it off on him finding someone aesthetically attractive is all. I have a feeling that there were some men approaching him romantically or sexually, though. He works in a creative field, and creative spaces are often, if not always, full of queer people. So, for him, it'll be more of a confirmation than anything else. He finds you attractive, both inside and out, and that's a feeling he recognizes well enough. He'll be way more awkward with flirting, though. He knows how to charm a lady, but he's clueless if he should do anything specific for a man. You'll have to give him a push there.
Jumin
Jumin is not that interested in learning about his romantic or sexual preferences. Although he appears somewhat clueless, he really just... doesn't care much. In a way, he always knew that he is capable of attraction to more than one gender, he just never had a word for it, nor did he care enough to learn. I personally headcanon him on the ace spectrum, so that plays into his indifference towards his love life. Of course, that's not to overlook the role his unfortunate upbringing played in shaping his views on romantic relationships. He would definitely be way more involved if his family didn't raise him the way they did. (But we're not touching that huge can of worms right now) I don't think he will care much about labels, not until you or someone else brings it up to him. He just knows that he loves you, and that's that. He doesn't understand nor appreciate anyone questioning him or meddling into his personal affairs. His family included. So, I don't think he will be all that shocked, nor will he struggle. Most of his intimacy issues stem from his upbringing, not much else.
Saeyoung
It's pretty much a common knowledge that Saeyoung is very blatantly not straight. He doesn't try very hard to conceal it, nor does he care to. I actually view him as the most flirty one of the group, so he has his fair share of fleeting flirty connections with many people of all gender identities. None of it was anything meaningful nor serious, though. He's the sort of guy who flirts with everyone in the room, but will quickly fumble and leave if someone reciprocates his advances. Saeyoung's issue is not so much about his sexuality as it is about his unique situation regarding his job and identity.
Saeran
Saeran... doesn't know much, if anything, about sexuality. His knowledge is very limited to what little he reads in books and Rika's words. In other words, I don't believe Rika would instruct him that feeling something for another man is wrong or incorrect. I think it's pretty clear that she is not the type of person to do that or believe in that. (That's not mentioning that she is very not straight herself but I digress) I do think Ray would talk about it with her, though. Although she trusted him to select a tester on his own, I'm certain that she still overlooked some aspects of the process. And we do know that Rika doesn't really mind his attraction towards you. It's only when that attraction grows into something more substantial that challenges his loyalty to her does it become an issue in her eyes. That is to say, Ray wouldn't care if you are a man. He finds you as lovely as can be. Just be prepared to be called a prince. And Ray will probably want to be your knight. He can't think of a role more fitting than one that will make him serve you and protect you like you deserve.
#mystic messenger#mysmes#mysme#mm#yoosung kim#kim yoosung#mystic messenger yoosung#mystic messenger zen#hyun ryu#ryu hyun#jumin han#han jumin#mystic messenger jumin#saeyoung choi#choi saeyoung#mystic messenger saeyoung#707#luciel choi#saeran choi#choi saeran#mystic messenger saeran#ray choi#maybe i'll be brave and write a post on my headcanons for them all for this year's pride month#i'm always a bit skittish to talk about it tbh#bigger fandoms gave me real anxiety concerning queer headcanons jffbfhgfg
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Spydad Excerpt
so a while ago i was just idk going wild over spydad and dadgineer and my tf2 headcanons and wrote this
idk if i will ever finish it but it doesn't seem right for it to just rot away in my docs
and yes i do have a LOT of headcanons for engie's family which i may share at a later date if the interest arises haha
i still absolutely love spydad and also extremely love dadgineer so this is certainly not the end
without further ado:
The Engineer prided himself on being able to solve practical problems, very efficiently with a copious amount of gun. He had a feeling this one would take a little more nuance.
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Down in the dusty badlands of New Mexico, a Texan with a hard hat and oil-stained overalls offered his help to a rather taken aback Frenchman in a prohibitively expensive suit. It all started when a new man joined the team of mercenaries warring in the gravel pits two exorbitantly rich brothers were feuding over. Really, the new Scout was a kid, in his early twenties physically and even younger mentally. He adapted quickly to the job and his new coworkers. It certainly wasn't his first time he had worked as a trained killer, judging by the practiced ease he handled his weapons. The amount of gloating he did while slaughtering the enemy helped too. He fit right in with the rest of the questionably sane men, sharing that marked disregard for human life. However, the resident Engineer noticed something strange going on between the newcomer and the Spy. Usually, the masked infiltrator was distant and unseen on the battlefield, his only impact being the convenient disappearance of some enemy forces and the strategic destruction of a few buildings. Ever since the Scout joined, he seemed to be much more present and daring, stabbing backs in the frontlines much more frequently. In the Engineer's opinion, Spy had blocked far too many bullets cloaked in front of the young mercenary for it to be coincidental. The implications were so clear to him. Some might have called it an instinct, others may have chalked it up to excellent reasoning skills. Regardless, the assumption had planted itself deep in the Engineer's mind, and at a certain point just became fact.
"Say, son, how does it feel to work with someone you personally know?" The Engineer asked the Scout one day as they were getting ready to enter the battlefield.
"Eh? Whaddya on about, egghead?" The pure confusion from the Bostonian would have marked an embarrassing miscalculation on Engie's part if it weren't for the Spy, standing a couple feet behind the Scout, dropping his precious cigarette. Though he quickly wiped the look off of his face, it was enough. The kid didn't know.
"Ah, never mind. Musta spaced out for a second, mistook ya for someone else. Guess I'm gettin' old, huh?" The Engineer laughed good-naturedly and headed off for the gates, leaving the baffled Scout behind.
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The Engineer was not done with this. Perhaps it was the sudden separation from his own kids, still a fresh wound even after months. In retrospect, he had no business in meddling with the two. Interpersonal relations strayed dangerously far from his area of expertise. In the moment though, he was not about to deny the kid the presence of a father who clearly still cared for him. So, he approached the Spy on that hot, dusty afternoon.
"Spy, I know we've got our differences, but I can't just stand here and watch that sad display you got goin' there between you and your son. If there's anythin' I can do, just say the word."
"What." Was all the normally eloquent Frenchman could muster in response.
"Well, I'm a father myself, so I suppose I could give ya some pointers-"
"I don't think I need help from a man who was banned from seeing his own children," the Spy snapped back coldly.
"How didja know about that?" Even as the Engineer asked the question, he already knew the answer. Still, it was strange hearing it from someone else when he had put so much effort into separating his personal and work life.
"I am the Spy. It is my job. However, you are the Engineer. Your job is to make little toys to aid us in battle. So tell me, tinkerer, how did you know about me?"
"Well..." He started, lifting a hand to adjust his helmet. "I noticed y'all been hangin' around a touch more ever since the kid joined..." The Spy raised an eyebrow.
"So you guessed. It was pure luck. Fascinating." The observation was nearly more sarcasm than accent, and Spy had a pretty heavy accent.
"I wouldn't say that," Engie quickly interjected, unwilling to take that blow to his ego. "I’d call it more of a... educated guess. A hypothesis, ya might say.”
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and unfortunately that's all i've got, but hope you enjoyed :)
#tf2#team fortress 2#tf2 fanfiction#dadgineer#spydad#dadspy#scoutson#engineer tf2#scout tf2#spy tf2#funky fiction#rancid ramble
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Moonstruck (12)
Werewolf & Vampire Hybrid!AU, Supernatural!AU | Hybrid!Jungkook x Hybrid!Reader | Werewolf!Taehyung x Hybrid!Reader (ft. BTS)
genre: smut, angst, e2l, supernatural, thriller, slow burn
rating: mature
description: Too much is at stake for you to stay on campus. Jimin must not get your blood no matter what.
word count: 8k
warnings: contains SPOILERS! Cussing, mention of blood, death, corpses, weapons, tranquilizers, infidelity
a/n: It’s summer break and I’m BACK! Please know I love you all from the bottom of my heart if you are still keeping up with my series. I cannot thank you enough for your patience. Enjoy! Please let me know what you think. :)
Moonstruck Series Masterlist
“The cure for a werewolf bite is an original hybrid’s blood.”
His eyes widened at this brand new information. With no time to lose, he waited for the coast to be clear and bolted out of the cellar. His thighs and lungs burned from the lactic acid build up but nothing else mattered. He had to warn you.
“[Y/N]!” he cried as he neared your dorm room, panting heavily. However, the sight of your unconscious body in Jungkook’s arms made the professor almost forget what he had come here for. Your boyfriend was in the middle of feeding you his blood from his wrist, but you weren’t responding.
“She’s not waking up…” Jungkook said, sobbing softly as he looked up to meet his gaze. “Professor Min… what do I do?”
Yoongi stepped into the room and got down on the floor to check on your condition, checking for signs of desiccation. “Tell me what happened.”
“Ari. She did some spell on her and she fainted.”
“How long ago did this happen?”
“I don’t know, maybe fifteen minutes ago?”
“She’s not turning gray, so she’s not dead.” He leaned his ear closer to your face. “I hear her exhaling. She’ll be fine. This might work to our advantage. You gotta get her out of here before he comes for her.”
“Who?”
“The headmaster. Taehyung bit Jimin and the only cure for a werewolf bite is [Y/N]’s blood.”
“Yes, I know. I ran here to find her, but she was already like this.”
“Then what are you still doing here?!” Yoongi’s incredulous voice startled Jungkook. “This is our leverage against Jimin. If she stays here, we will never be able to get answers out of him.”
“What? A student of yours is dying and you’re thinking of using it against him?”
“Look, we don’t have time for this. We know he’s the one behind everything.”
“Do we, though? He could actually die. What’s wrong with you?”
Yoongi was quick to deflect and shrug off Jungkook’s obvious disgust. “Is your head straight? Did Jimin say something to you?”
“N-No! But I don’t understand how getting bitten could possibly help him here!”
Yoongi placed a firm hand on the boy’s shoulder. “Listen to me. You know [Y/N]’s past now, right?” He nodded in response. “Then you know damn well that she will save anyone regardless of what they’ve done. That pressure can be unbearable and she’s been everyone’s savior. Hell, she’s been everyone’s villain when convenient. How do you think asking her to save Jimin, our primary suspect, will impact her?”
Jungkook lowered his gaze, his knitted brows deep in thought. “Shit… it’d be hell for her.”
“So you understand. Here,” He slipped a piece of paper into Jungkook’s shirt pocket. “Leave and go to this address. I’ll meet up with you later and distract Namjoon and the others.”
Jungkook stood up with you in his arms bridal-style and hustled off campus.
“I’m so stupid,” he muttered. How could he forget his sense of purpose? Nothing mattered except you, yet here he was worrying over Jimin. A pang of guilt festered in his heart when he realized Yoongi was right. Asking you to save Jimin would be too much.
“Almost there, almost there,” he breathed, seeing a clearing up ahead between two large trees. Hearing the snow crunch beneath his feet worried him, as footprints meant they could be followed. However, he couldn’t dwell on that concern for long when he collided into something hard yet undetectable. It sent him flying backwards, but he held onto your body tight and made sure only he’d feel pain from the fall.
“What the hell was that…?” he breathed, feeling the pain seep through his entire back. He slowly sat up and held you close, resting your head on his chest. “I won’t let them take you.”
“Hey! There’s a force field over there!” a booming voice called out. Jungkook turned his attention to the left to see Professor Kim emerge from the forest, the only thing illuminating his face in the night being a flickering candle. As he drew nearer, Jungkook realized the candle was not only unique but creepy—all black with an inverted skull resting on top of a metal ornate base.
“Yeah, I felt it,” Jungkook said with a huff. “That candle…”
Namjoon halted his steps and lifted the object with a raised eyebrow. “Ah, yes. Truly a remarkable artifact. It’s called the Flame of Imprisonment and traps supernatural beings in the space it burns.”
Jungkook’s gaze lingered on the candle long enough for Namjoon to wag a disapproving finger at him.
“Ah, ah, ah. The flame can only be put out by the one who ignited it, which is me.”
“Let us leave.”
“We need her, Jungkook,” the professor stated firmly.
“Do you even know what you’re asking of her?!” he shouted, setting your head down gently on the snow. Namjoon took a small step back when the boy stood up, staring daggers straight into his soul. “She saves everyone, including those who don’t deserve it! You have no right to keep her here!”
“You’re being irrational. Her blood is the only thing that can cure a werewolf bite and Jimin doesn’t have much time. Who put you up to this?”
“No one. It’s not fair for her to be pressured to save others again.”
Namjoon took a moment to think and then snapped his fingers in realization. “Professor Min.” He rubbed his forehead in frustration after seeing Jungkook’s not-so-subtle reaction, confirming his suspicions. “I knew he was up to something. Good thing I fired him.”
“You fired him?!” Jungkook replied, shocked.
“Look, do you really want a fellow student to die? You were so eager to save him before.”
“That was before I stopped to think about how it would affect her. I didn’t consider her feelings. No one ever does.” He tightened his fist as anger overshadowed his other emotions to the point where he couldn’t think straight. He wanted to punch something, better yet someone, but before he could, he felt the slightest tug at his pant leg.
“Hey…” you said in a gentle manner. Jungkook’s attention went straight to the ground, eyes wide and alert. You sat up slowly and he jumped right at the opportunity to help you stand up.
“My love, you’re awake.” His embrace exuded such warmth in the bitter cold frost. It was like all your problems and stress vanished and only soothing comfort remained. “I’m so sorry. You were right; we should’ve left before.”
He looked over his shoulder to see Namjoon closing the gap. Like the protective, loyal canine he was, he got in front of you and spread his arms wide to stop the professor from getting closer. “Get back!”
“There’s nowhere for you to go. Let [Y/N] decide for herself.”
Jungkook looked over his shoulder to see your fatigued state. You could barely keep your eyes awake, your legs mere jelly and unstable. When your boyfriend noticed your weakened state, he caught you in his arms once again as you passed out.
“I think it would be best if we all went back.”
Those were the last words you heard before everything turned black.
Waking up to the sight of your dorm room brought a sense of relieving comfort. Your head, however, was far from comfortable due to the splitting headache. When you attempted to sit up, it only worsened, but you pushed through to stand up.
Dizziness overcame you like a tidal wave, your legs nothing but wobbly jelly limbs. It took everything in you to not topple over and you realized it’s been a while since you’ve had any blood. You checked your mini-fridge to see one blood bag left.
Thank goodness.
It didn’t stand a chance against your hunger, drained of its content in a matter of seconds. Somehow the taste was far more satiating than you remembered. Not bland like you recalled but quite savory, yet refreshing in a way you weren’t expecting. Hunger truly was the best seasoning for mediocre animal blood.
Turning to your left, you let out a yelp at the blurry silhouette that suddenly appeared by your bed. The blood bag fell out of your hands as you froze, enthralled by the sight of the mysterious being. Its aura felt pure, so you didn’t feel endangered. You stood still and waited for the mysterious figure to come into focus.
“Get out,” you demanded with zero hesitation. No way you were dealing with her after last night.
“[Y/N, please…” She reached her hand out to you and you smacked it away. However, you quickly came to find out her flesh was intangible. Your eyes widened in alarm, inspecting your hand for any abnormalities after it passed through her ghostly figure.
“You’re not here…” you whispered, more to yourself than her.
“Astral projection,” Ari clarified. “I don’t have much time. She’ll wake up soon and then I’ll disappear.”
You returned your attention back to her. “Who…?”
“You were right all along. I wish I had done more to stop—”
Her face contorted with pain as she clutched her chest with one hand, falling onto her knees. It wasn’t until she started retching out black goo that you kneeled down by her side. Despite everything she’s done to you, you didn’t have the heart to abandon her in her time of need.
“Ari, what the hell is happening to you?!” you asked, concerned. She let out a weak chuckle, then proceeded to vomit more of the black goo. You jolted back in fear of it getting on you when you remembered—she wasn’t really here.
“I think I’m dying… It’s getting harder to fight her,” she said, face growing paler and paler. She stared at you with glassy eyes as a black glob of goo fell onto the floor when she smiled. Rather than being repulsed, you felt sympathy when you saw the immense despair in her eyes. “I made so many mistakes. With you… with him…”
“You mean Jimin?”
She nodded. “You didn’t deserve it. Any of it. And if I had known what he was really planning, I would’ve stopped him. Stopped her. But she’s too strong now and I can’t do anything else. I’m so sorry.”
“Who is ‘she’?”
“The other me,” she panted. Sweat droplets were forming across her forehead and then she simply collapsed. You were at a loss for words, repeating her name over and over for her to regain consciousness.
“Ari, Ari, Ari! Choi Ari, wake up! Damn it, what is going on? You need to help me!”
“No need to yell…” she croaked weakly, cracking a small smile. “I don’t have much time left.”
She strained to open her eyes and pointed her finger in the direction of her computer desk. “What? What is it?”
“My notebook. Read it and everything will make sense. But don’t let her catch you with it.”
“How can I trust you? You said not to trust you before in my dream where there were two of you!”
“And now there might only be one.” Using her remaining strength, she wrapped her arms around your body, embracing you in a hug. Except you couldn’t feel her warm touch at all and that made you tear up.
“[Y/N]...” She said your name so tenderly like you were her sister. “Please save me.”
“How?”
Her voice, now a mere whisper, delivered a message that sent chills down your spine. “Saving Jimin will save me.”
Before you could ask for clarification, her body quickly vanished along with the massive pool of black sludge, leaving you dazed. What did she mean by saving Jimin?
Getting up from the floor, your eyes went straight to the drawer of her computer desk. You walked over apprehensively as if its contents contained a bomb. As soon as you touched the drawer, a powerful jolt of electricity singed your fingers.
“Mother of fuuu—!!!” you exclaimed, shaking your hand in response to the pain. She spelled it. Of course.
Fortunately the pain was minimal and would soon heal on its own.
Think, think, think. Ari attacked me last night. And now she’s asking me to save her by saving Jimin… whatever that means. Then… I was outside with Jungkook and Professor Kim. Yes! And they were arguing about… something.
Rapid footsteps interrupted your train of thought before someone barged in, destroying your room door in the process. You apprehended the intruder, pinning him to the floor while sitting on his back and pulling his arm backwards in a secure armlock.
“What the hell are you doing?!” you shouted. The perpetrator didn’t show any signs of resistance.
“You have to get out of here!” Sunghyun warned, groaning from how much you twisted his arm.
“Why? You have no right to barge in here!”
“Jimin got bitten by Taehyung! Your blood is the only thing that can cure him!” You dropped his arm almost immediately once the initial shock passed. Getting off his back, you sat on the floor stunned. Namjoon mentioned the cure for werewolf venom being very limited, but you had never once considered the possibility it was your blood.
Sunghyun sat up and rubbed his arm to soothe the aching pain.
“You… you better not be fucking around,” you breathed. Ari… is this what you meant?
“Do I look like I’m fucking around?” he asked, a desperate whine in his voice. “I know you have no reason to believe me‒”
“Because you exploited my life.”
“You’re right. For validation that wasn't worth it.” You studied his conflicted expressions, noticing how he was holding his head in regret.
“Listen…” he started. “As a writer, I’ve been observing and documenting things on campus for a while. I’ve studied you all. I know characters in a story aren’t a true depiction of them in real life… but you were right to suspect Jimin.”
The unexpected validation made you feel good for a moment, but that didn’t change the fact his being here was shady.
“What makes you say that…?”
“Because he’s not working alone. Someone else here—”Just then your and Sunghyun’s sharp ears picked up the sound of Jungkook and Professor Kim approaching. “Shit. You have to go. Jimin can’t get your blood no matter what.”
You had too many questions left unanswered but all you could say was, “I’m not leaving Jungkook!”
“You don’t understand. There are forces at play that see hybrids like us as a threat!” he snapped, quickly getting up from the floor while yanking you along.
Us…?
Your eyes went back to Ari’s computer desk. You tried to shake him off and head towards it, but his ironclad grip got the best of you. “I need to open that drawer. Please!”
“There’s no time!” He pulled something out of his pocket and it blinded you with a radiant, ember glow. You shielded your sensitive eyes with your arm.
“What are you doing?!”
“Come on, damn you, work!” Sunghyun shouted in frustration. You opened one eye to see your body slowly disappearing from the ground up. A shriek left your lips as Jungkook and Professor Kim came rushing into your room. “Faster… faster…!”
By this point more than half your body was gone. You met eyes with your partner, who was struck with horror.
“Jungkook…” you whispered, wondering if this was it for you. Your lover reached his hand out to you, but there was nothing to grab onto. He was too late.
The boy was devastated and tackled Sunghyun onto the ground. “Where is she?!”
“Somewhere safe,” Sunghyun replied, a relieved smile spread across his face.
“Get him back to the cellar,” Namjoon ordered.
Upon opening your eyes, you were greeted with nothing but wood. From the furniture to the walls, to the floors—the place was weathered and rustic. Enough sunlight filtered through the partially closed curtains of wherever you were, casting enough of a glow to show you the thin layers of dust inside. In the corner, a fireplace stood cold and lifeless except for charred remnants that hadn’t been cleaned out. It felt small and cozy, yet there was an undeniable sense of abandonment that lingered.
Moving further into what you assumed to be a cabin, the kitchen was bare. You opened the fridge to see spoiled, untouched food. The unpleasant smell wafted into your nose, causing you to retch. However, you realized the main stench that occupied your nose was coming from somewhere else.
Following the odor, your steps faltered once you rounded the corner and came face to face with the door to the bedroom, which was already wide open. You froze in your tracks upon entering the room and seeing before you the remains of two bodies, now reduced to mere echoes of life.
Blood stained the walls and floor, the crimson evidence of unimaginable violence. The room had become a haunting chamber of death, permeated by the scent of decay. Your heart was gutted despite not knowing the identities of the two victims. Something about this was far more unsettling than the deaths you’ve encountered in the past.
You, naturally curious and observant, bent down to further inspect the bodies. The blood had been dry for a while; two months if you had to guess. A glimmer of metal soon caught your eye thanks to your lowered stance, so you scooted closer and reached your hand underneath the bed to grab the item.
The distinct cylindrical shape, the faint traces of vervain and wolfsbane your nose picked up, the gold color—this was a bullet shell casing. Unlike any ordinary casing, this one exuded an aura of mystique and craftsmanship, bearing intricate engravings. You recognized it all too well.
Only one person owned something so unique and deadly—the headmaster. You’ve seen these casings the multiple times you’ve borrowed his weapons as you fought alongside him. Confusion mingled with horror as you wondered how the casing ended up here.
Did Namjoon kill these people? The chances they were human were far more probable because your nose didn’t pick up a supernatural scent. Maybe they were in the middle of transitioning and he was doing them a favor? But then why did Sunghyun send you here?
“[Y/N]! Jungkook! Are you here?!” The sound of a familiar voice made you exhale in relief. You retreated from the room and ran into Yoongi, who placed a hand on his chest at the sight of you. He was panting heavily with a backpack slung over his shoulder. “Thank god, Jungkook managed to get you here. Where is he?”
“Jungkook didn’t bring me here,” you revealed, confused. As you moved closer, your attention was drawn to the prominent vertical scar etched along the right side of his face. It began just above his eyebrow, traversed past his eye, and terminated at the level of his nostrils. “Oh my god, what happened to you?!”
Yoongi shielded his face without thinking and let out a short chuckle. “It’s fine, just a scratch. Namjoon didn’t exactly agree with letting you leave campus.”
“So he attacked you with a knife?! My god, take some of my blood to heal it.” As you were about to bite your own flesh, Yoongi yanked your arm away from your mouth.
“No, I’ll be okay! Besides, I look cooler this way. Don’t you agree?” He flashed you a cheeky gummy smile and flexed his muscles in a superhero-esque pose, which weirded you out to say the least. You tilted your head as you processed why he was being so laid-back about this whole situation.
“I thought you could use a laugh. Guess I’m not that funny,” he added quickly to ease the awkwardness. You managed to crack a small smile.
“I’m laughing on the inside,” you said in an appreciative tone. “How are you here, Professor Min?”
“The journal I found in Hoseok’s house had a secret message. I decoded it to find this address and saw it was a cabin in the middle of nowhere. This is the Jung family’s safehouse. I was hoping Hoseok was here with his family.”
Your eyes widened in shock, legs trembling as you took a shaky step backward.
“[Y/N]? What’s wrong?”
“I-I… There are two dead bodies in the bedroom,” you revealed. Yoongi’s nostrils flared as he walked past you to face the truth himself. You followed him to the bedroom and stood by his side.
“Shit. We’re too late,” he muttered, hanging his head low. “Are they…?”
“Mr. and Mrs. Jung? Based on their clothing most likely.”
“Hoseok mentioned not hearing from his parents for a while before he left. Who could’ve done this?”
You clutched your fist with the bullet casing angrily. “Take a look at this.”
Yoongi took one look at your open palm and cursed again, snatching the casing away from you to examine it closer. “This is Namjoon’s.”
“Do you think he killed the Jungs?”
“He had no reason to; the Jungs were human. Man, what the hell happened to them?”
“I wish I knew…”
“Wait. Earlier you said Jungkook didn’t bring you here. How did you know to come here then?”
“Sunghyun sent me here by um… teleportation I think.” Yoongi’s mouth was parted open slightly, as if he was preparing to say something but no words had formed. “But that’s not possible because he’s a vampire… right?”
Yoongi held his chin deep in thought. “A while back Sunghyun showed me a photo of an amulet. He wanted to know more about it for his novel and I thought nothing of it. But if he really sent you here, that means he actually has the amulet in his possession.”
“What amulet?”
He met your gaze. “The Amulet of Nightfall. A talisman used to siphon the magic from a vampire and allow them to cast spells.”
“What? Like a witch would? How on earth would Sunghyun get his hands on such a powerful relic?”
“I have no idea. According to history, there was only one in the world, but it was believed to be destroyed. No one wanted vampires to have such abilities. He’d be like a hybrid.”
Sunghyun’s words echoed in your head. “You don’t understand. There are forces at play that see hybrids like us as a threat!”
“That’s why he said ‘us’...” you mumbled.
“What was that?”
“Sunghyun called himself a hybrid. But if the amulet acts as a conduit for magic, doesn’t that mean he’s powerless without it?”
“Depends on his lineage. He could be a true hybrid of vampire and witch and never told us… or he could be a normal vampire with an upgrade.”
“Dang, I’m not special anymore,” you said jokingly. Yoongi gave you a puzzled look. “You know… because I’m not the only hybrid? It was a joke. Guess we’re both not funny.”
Yoongi’s eyes softened and he forced out a laugh. “Oh… Haha. Hahaha!”
You rolled your eyes in response. “Anyway, I don’t understand how Sunghyun knew to send me here.”
“Is it possible he’s helping Jimin?”
“No. He told me I can’t give my blood to Jimin no matter what.”
“So you know? That you’re the cure?”
“Yeah. I’m pissed about it.”
It was then Yoongi’s phone vibrated in his pocket and he whipped it out instinctively, brows knitted together in disgust at the caller ID. Still, he picked up the call and put the phone on speaker for you to hear.
“Namjoon,” he said curtly. “I’m not coming back. You fired me anyway.”
His deep chuckle blasted through the phone speaker. “My dear friend, I’m calling for her. [Y/N]? How are you feeling?”
You and Yoongi exchanged knowing glances. “What do you want, Namjoon?”
“Ah, you’re really there. Sunghyun gave you up so fast.”
“What did you do to him?” you asked impatiently.
“He’s fine. Back in the cellar actually. Seems like he’s gotten into magic recently, but I’ll deal with that later. I’m more interested in you.”
“What about me?”
“You have to come back.”
“Why? To save Jimin?”
“Yes. Your blood is the only cure to a werewolf bite. You know it’s the right thing to do. You always save people. You owe me.”
Self-control out the window, you swiped Yoongi’s phone out of his hand and began yelling. “Owe you?! That’s hilarious. You know my trauma and you have the audacity to ask me such a thing when you keep hiding secrets! I know this is all a ploy!”
“Ploy for what?!” Namjoon roared just as angrily. “He’s fucking dying, [Y/N]! Are you so blinded by your pettiness to not understand the gravity of the situation? There’s enough evidence in Sunghyun’s notebook and blog to incriminate him. Jimin got bit. Get it through your head!”
“I’m not coming back! What happened to you? What happened to us?!” Your eyes quickly became glassy and Yoongi placed a firm hand on your shoulder, shaking his head.
He mouthed the words, “Calm down.”
You regained your sense of self, taking a moment to regulate your emotions. “Unless Jimin admits to everything that’s been going on, I’m not coming back to save him.”
“Oh, you think you’re in a position to negotiate?” He let out another chuckle, this one more sadistic. “Let’s see how you feel after Jungkook talks to you.”
“If you did something to him, I swear to god…” Shuffle noises were heard as the phone was passed around. “Babe? Jungkook?”
Soft sniffles were heard first before a shaky voice called out your name. “[Y/N]... how could you?”
“Huh?”
His sniffles transformed into full on sobbing, words too incoherent to understand. “... kill… how… why… Hoseok…”
“Breathe, I can’t understand you.”
“YOU KILLED HOSEOK’S FAMILY!” The awful accusation coming from your partner’s lips ripped your heart to shreds. Revulsion laced in every word, anger seething through his tone, hate festering in his heart—you were at a loss for words.
“Where is this coming from?” Yoongi intervened, hoping to get more information while letting you process.
“YOU’RE A MURDERER!” he shouted full of contempt.
“I… I’m not. I would never kill another unless it was absolutely necessary…” you said softly but loud enough so he could still hear you.
“The evidence is here, [Y/N]!” His volume had lessened but not by much. “Two detectives showed up looking for you. They found the bullet casing that matches the bullets used in the handgun you took from Professor Kim.”
You and Yoongi took another look at the bullet casing you had on hand in the safehouse. How could a pair of regular detectives match the specific caliber and type of ammunition used by your gun when it’s so unique?
“I’m not the one who made those bullets!” you argued back. “Why am I on trial here when Namjoon could have shot them himself?!”
“My love, if you have any respect for me… you’ll answer my next question truthfully,” he said in a grave tone. You held your breath. “Where did you get the blood?”
“What blood?”
“The blood bag in your room.”
“I got it from school. They provide us bags of animal blood. You know this.”
“Is it really from the school?”
“You can see the logo on it. I don’t understand how this is relevant.”
He let out a frustrated groan. “Damn it, [Y/N]. Where did you get the blood?!”
“From the school! It’s animal blood!” you cried. This conversation was redundant and pointless!
“IT’S NOT!” he argued. “The detectives found Mr. and Mrs. Jung’s bodies and took a blood sample. The blood bag in your room matches Mr. Jung’s. You drank his blood. You had it this whole time!”
Your heart constricted to the point where you thought it would explode. For a moment your ears were ringing and none of Yoongi’s questions were getting through to you. The phone fell from your hands in the same way you fell to your knees. You kept shaking your head and mumbling to yourself that there was no way you drank human blood. It’s not possible. It couldn’t be!
Yoongi picked up the phone off the ground. “Hey. What proof do you have that it’s hers?” No response. He punched the wall in anger. “I asked you what proof do you have?!”
“Professor Min…” you said, taken aback.
“I’ve known [Y/N] far longer than you,” he said, coming to your defense. “She has not once killed a human since her past. Even during her time with her humanity off, there wasn’t a single report of any humans dying in the towns she went to. So before you destroy every ounce of trust in your relationship, tell me how you know for sure she could’ve done it.”
Jungkook was silent for a moment, wiping away his tears. “These detectives are from a special task force that hunts supernatural creatures. They’ve been searching for the Jungs for months and when they finally found their bodies, it led them straight here. Professor Kim told them about the handgun. And then they did a DNA test on the tube of the blood bag. It was a match.”
“No…” He met your crestfallen eyes. “Did you really drink his blood?”
You couldn’t face him any longer and hugged your knees, rocking back and forth. “I didn’t know. I didn’t know. I didn’t know.”
The words kept repeating off your lips and Professor Min clutched his phone so hard, he thought it was going to break.
“Anyway…” Yoongi clenched his jaw at the sudden change to Namjoon’s voice. “The reason why you didn’t find a single report, my dear ex-colleague, was because the bodies hadn’t been found. Now that they have been, the estimated times of death match when [Y/N] took the gun and left with her humanity off. Can you really tell me you feel safe right now next to her?”
His silence spoke for him.
“[Y/N], I’ll make this easy for you. You can turn yourself in or have the entire S.T.R.I.D.E task force hunt you down. There is also a third option if you want to hear it. I think it’s the best deal.”
You stopped rocking back and forth. “Say it.”
“You come back, save Jimin, and I’ll work out a deal with the detectives where you aren’t tortured for life. Jimin has about 3 days left, so if you don’t make a decision, they’re coming after you.”
And with that, the phone call ended. You got up off the floor and grabbed Yoongi’s arm in desperation.
“Professor Min, I promise I didn’t kill the Jungs. I don’t know how that blood bag got in my fridge! I thought it was animal blood because I was so out of it. I’m telling the truth. Please believe me.”
“... I do believe you. So stop crying.” You didn’t realize there were tears until he wiped them away with his sleeve.
“You do? But why? Not even Jungkook believes me.”
“Because… I lost someone I cared about because I didn’t believe him the first time. I’m not making that mistake again.”
“Who? Are you talking about—”
“Doesn’t matter. We have a serious dilemma on our hands. What do you want to do?”
“I don’t know. The stakes are too high. I’m freaking out.”
“I would be too. You’ve been through so much. Do you… want a hug?” His question caused your tears to resurface because Professor Min Yoongi wasn’t a hugger. His thoughtfulness touched your heart and you nodded, giving him permission to wrap his arms around you. “Everything will be alright. I have a plan.”
Things on campus remained the same for the most part. Sunghyun, who had previously escaped his shackles, received new ones in a separate cage that dampened his magical abilities. Taehyung was still in his cell moping around and tight-lipped while Ari napped off her worries. Professor Kim tended to them when needed with Jungkook’s assistance.
“You don’t have to stay…” Jimin croaked, voice hoarse and weak. Jungkook was beside his cot on a stool, wringing out a wet towel from a bucket of water. He gently dabbed it around the vampire’s bite wound to wipe up the excess blood.
“I want to.”
The room went silent as Jungkook continued to tend to him, their eyes occasionally meeting and locking in a moment of unspoken understanding. Every so often Jimin winced when the boy got too close to the bite and Jungkook would apologize. The atmosphere was charged with a mix of tension, confusion, and lingering feelings.
“Did something happen?” Jimin finally asked, breaking the silence. Jungkook placed a different wet towel on the curious vampire’s forehead to cool down his body temperature.
“That obvious, huh?” Jungkook pressed his lips together in a fine line as he clenched his fists resting on top of his thighs. “I’m honestly having a difficult time right now.”
“Well,” Jimin said with a kind smile. “Lucky for you I am immobile and have nothing better to do than listen to your worries.”
Jungkook met his gaze, frowning in disapproval at the joke. “If [Y/N] has any sense of redeeming herself, she’ll come back and cure you. She has to.”
“Sorry, I think I’m hallucinating. You think she’s coming back? You want her to come and cure me?” Jimin chuckled to himself and then burst out into laughter, immediately regretting it as the pain shot through his body.
“Dude, stop. You’re already dying enough.” Jungkook scolded.
“I can’t help it. She hates me. And I’m pretty sure you do too.”
“I don’t.”
“You don’t?”
“I don’t… know anything anymore.” He slouched forward in his chair, holding his head in his hands. Jimin used his remaining strength to sit up on the bed, placing a hand on the boy’s shoulder.
“Talk to me. Please.”
Jungkook lifted his head, eyes so full of despair that it pained Jimin more than the werewolf venom seeping through his veins. The boy began filling him in on what happened earlier, starting with the detectives’ appearance. Next, he told Jimin about the bullet casing and then finally about the blood bag in your room.
“Holy shit…” Jimin breathed, mortified by how things took such a turn.
“Yeah. I can’t believe it myself, but all evidence points to her. I feel betrayed, Jimin.” The way he said it was so broken, so devastated. “Despite everything, I still miss her.”
He hung his head low and bit his lip, trying his best to endure and not cry.
“It’s okay to miss her.”
Jungkook snapped his head up when a hand was placed on top of his own. Despite him slowly turning gray and desiccating, Jimin’s smile was beaming so brightly. His gaze was soft, yet piercing with affection and longing. It made Jungkook forget everything that was going on but alas, it was a fleeting moment that stopped as soon as Jimin squeezed the boy’s hand.
“No.” Jungkook pulled his hand away and got up from the stool, pacing back and forth anxiously.
“No?”
“No. No. No!” He stopped to face Jimin on the cot. “We can’t do that.”
Jimin's expression darkened, and a hint of a devious smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Why? We’ve done more than that.”
“Stop.” Jungkook warned with his index finger up. “Don’t go there.”
The vampire chuckled, holding the side of his ribcage to ease the aching pain. “We kissed. And I know you felt something.”
Jungkook took a deep breath, his voice filled with a mixture of frustration and vulnerability. “It was a mistake.”
“You let me kiss you.”
“I didn’t! You caught me off guard!”
Jimin threw his head back and laughed again. “I’m just that good of a sparring partner, I suppose.”
“This isn’t funny.”
“I want you to be honest with yourself. I haven’t stopped thinking about you since our kiss. Hell, I’ve thought about you when you had spent nights in my room because [Y/N] and Taehyung were together. We talked. We laughed. We shared things in common. I finally felt like someone got to know me. The real me.”
Jungkook kept his distance but sighed. “Fine… I can't deny that something was there. The moment we shared… It felt real, but… too much has happened and I’m in a vulnerable spot. It’s not fair to [Y/N]. Or Ari for that matter.”
“Is it so wrong to want to be with you? Haven’t you thought about it even once?”
“Stop fucking around.”
“I’m literally dying. I’ll do whatever I please. After what you told me, don’t you see that [Y/N] was manipulating you? I’m the only one who truly understands you. Being with someone like her must be draining because you’re always on edge, having to worry about picking up the pieces.”
“Jimin, stop.”
“It started when she saved your life. You don’t love her. You think you owe her. Why else are you trying so hard to break the sire bond?”
“I said stop!” he yelled, shifting his eyes to goldenrod.
Jimin’s face turned grim, glaring at the boy who raised his voice at him. “Think it over, Jungkook. I’ll stop once I’m dead.”
Jungkook exited the cage with a huff and locked it behind him before he could hear anymore. He headed towards the stairs to exit the cellar for good, passing by Taehyung and Ari’s cages. Ari was still sound asleep while Taehyung laid on his cot, staring at the ceiling absentmindedly.
“Hey.”
Jungkook stopped walking even though he knew he should’ve kept going.
“What? Are you ready to talk?”
“You really think she did it. That she killed two humans so ruthlessly. You have to admit that’s kinda hot.”
His monotone voice irritated Jungkook further. Why was he being nonchalant about you and your actions?
“I don’t have time for your nonsense.”
“I still love her, you know.”
Jungkook grabbed the cell bars and scoffed. “I don’t care.”
“No matter what she’s done… I can deal with it. The good, the bad, the ugly. But I am disappointed in you. I thought you’d have a little more faith.”
“You don’t get to judge me. You bit Jimin and still haven’t told us why.”
“Maybe it was to protect [Y/N].”
“Bullshit.”
Taehyung smiled to himself. “I don’t regret what I did. Not one bit.”
“He is going to die because of you. That makes you a murderer.”
“We’re all murderers, dipshit,” he said while sitting up, flashing him a smirk. “Don’t act like you’re better than any of us.”
“This is different.”
“How? The Jungs probably deserved it.”
“They were Hoseok’s family!” he barked. In a fit of frustration, his hand collided with the unforgiving bars of the cage, resonating with a resounding thud.
“And…?”
“Hoseok mentioned he wasn’t able to contact them for months. Turns out they were murdered, don’t you think that raises some red flags in her?! They weren’t innocent, but they didn’t deserve death!”
Taehyung shrugged before lying back down with a yawn. “I don’t know what she sees in you.”
Jungkook squeezed the cage bars tight enough that a slight creaking sound was heard. Taehyung simply rolled over on his side to have his back facing the angered boy.
“Fuck you,” Jungkook spat. He had to get out of there before he snapped. But of course, the last cage closest to the staircase held Sunghyun, who also had something to say.
“Jungkook!” The boy was overly enthusiastic, grabbing onto the bars of the cage. “You’ve got to listen to me.”
“About what? Your latest fanfic idea? Not interested.”
Jungkook didn’t realize he made the fatal mistake of being too close to the cage. Next thing he knew, Sunghyun was grabbing him by the collar and his whole demeanor had changed.
“Please! I need your help!”
“Get off of me!” Jungkook roared, trying to pry his hands off him. Sunghyun refused to let go and pulled so hard that Jungkook slammed his face into the bars. The moment his guard was down Sunghyun slipped something in the boy’s pocket before letting go.
Jungkook fell to the ground in a daze but quickly regained consciousness. “Son of a bitch…”
Sunghyun retreated back to the corner of his cage. “Sorry…”
The boy got up and dusted himself off, tapping his nostril to see if there was any blood. Fortunately, he was fine. His emotions on the other hand? A complete mess. He finally left the cellar to go turn.
Three days later…
Namjoon picked up his phone after hearing the first ring. “You’re cutting it close. What’s your decision?”
“She agreed to save him in exchange for full immunity from those detectives,” Yoongi stated.
“Excellent. I’ll text them.”
“Not good enough. How do we know they’re gone?”
“They left yesterday because they were tired of waiting. I can always text them that you two came back hostile.”
“A deal’s a deal, Namjoon,” Yoongi warned.
“Alright, alright. I won’t tell them that. You’re going to have to trust me on this one.”
“That depends. Trust goes both ways. Blow out the Flame of Imprisonment to show trust.”
Namjoon stared at the black candle flickering on top of his desk. “And why would I do that?”
“Are you stupid? How can she enter school property to save Jimin if you don’t?”
“... Fair point.”
“Come to the forest near the underground cellar when you’re done,” Yoongi instructed before ending the call. The headmaster stared at the phone, amused at how things played out. He walked over to the candle and blew it out with one quick huff.
Upon arriving at the forest, he squinted his eyes to make sure that he was seeing things clearly in the distance. Yoongi was the only person there. Where were you?
“Where’s [Y/N]?” he called out, approaching Yoongi carefully.
“She didn’t feel safe coming here,” Yoongi replied nonchalantly with a shrug. Namjoon scoffed, glaring daggers at his old colleague.
“You lied.”
“No. You said you needed her blood. So here it is,” Yoongi lifted his hand up to show the vial of blood you so graciously donated.
“Some trust y’all have in me...”
“Do you want it or not?”
“I want it. But…”
“But…?”
Namjoon crossed his arms over his chest. There was a suspicious gaze in his eyes as he challenged Yoongi to do something unexpected.
“Is that really [Y/N]’s blood? What if she poisoned it? After all, she did kill people. Drink it.”
“You want me… to drink it? I’m human.”
“She not being here makes me believe something’s in it.”
“You’re being ridiculous.”
“Drink it.”
“If I drink it, there won’t be much left to cure Jimin~,” Yoongi said in a sing-songy voice.
“Just give me the damn thing,” Namjoon swiped it from him, popped off the lid, and sampled your blood. He smacked his lips rapidly, to which Yoongi was repulsed. “I don’t taste vervain… so that’s good. But why is her blood minty? Is the blood of a hybrid minty?”
“It’s minty?” Yoongi asked with faux curiosity.
“Yeah, you wanna try?”
“No. Dimwit.”
“Why is it minty?”
“How should I know? Let’s go.” Yoongi headed for the staircase that led to the underground and Namjoon followed closely behind. When he tried inputting the passcode into the keypad, it emitted a bright red light. Confused, he attempted to put it in once more but still received the red light.
“Stop. I changed the passcode,” Namjoon warned. “Move out of the way before you get electrocuted.”
“Since when did you change it?”
“Recently,” was all the headmaster said as the large medieval door opened.
Yoongi quickly followed him in and took note of the occupied cages. First being Taehyung’s, but the werewolf didn’t bat an eye at the professor’s being there. Next was Jimin’s and the toll from the werewolf venom was visibly evident in his physical appearance. He was unconscious and a sickly gray, the desiccation on his body being nearly complete.
However, Yoongi couldn’t help but notice Ari, who was in the cage beside him, appearing to also be in critical condition. Her eyes lost their spark, clouded with a mixture of exhaustion and pain. She could barely stand up upon the professors’ arrival.
“Is that her blood?” she asked in a hoarse voice while pointing at the vial in Professor Kim’s hand. “Thank goodness…”
“What happened to you?” Yoongi questioned.
“I’ll be fine. Heal Jimin.” It was then she began to retch black goo onto the floor, scaring the professors out of their wits.
“What the fuck is that?!” Professor Kim exclaimed.
“[Y/N] said if Jimin died then Ari would too… It must be true.” Professor Min thought to himself.
“Go heal Jimin first,” Yoongi instructed. “She probably strained herself taking on all of the head witch’s tasks.”
Namjoon quickly opened the cage and approached the weakened vampire, lifting his head up gently to feed him your blood from the vial. Slowly but surely, the gray color of his skin transformed back to its original state from top to bottom.
That’s when Yoongi took out the hidden syringes he had tucked in his boots. He approached Namjoon from behind and stabbed it into his neck quite violently. The headmaster clutched onto Yoongi’s hand with widened eyes before collapsing to the ground.
“That’s for the scar you gave me,” Yoongi muttered. Next he injected another syringe into Jimin’s neck before the vampire regained consciousness. He exited their cage and looked at Ari, who was impatient and demanded to see Jimin.
“Did you give him the blood? Is he okay? He’s okay, right? Let me see him.” She grabbed onto the bars and jumped up and down like she wasn’t retching earlier.
“You’re quite exuberant…” Injecting the serum into Ari was painfully easy since she was so close to the bars. Professor Min poked the needle into her forearm and she was out like a light in seconds. He proceeded to leave the cellar by putting in the new passcode he saw Namjoon had typed. Then he used a large stone nearby to prop the door open.
“Come to the cellar when ready,” Yoongi said into his earpiece, which had been concealed with magic. After a few minutes of waiting, he saw a trio of people heading his way.
“You told me Sunghyun knew magic,” Seokjin stated with his hands on his hips. “The boy didn’t put up much of a fight. I didn’t sense any magic off of him.”
“Did you find the amulet?”
“No, it wasn’t on him. Jungkook had it; he teleported. [Y/N]’s getting him.”
“Good.”
“Can we lock him in the cellar now?” Hoseok complained while carrying the unconscious Sunghyun bridal-style. “He’s heavy.”
“I’ll carry him,” a chirpy voice offered.
“I got it, sis.”
“Well, they’re all knocked out except for Taehyung,” Yoongi informed.
“I’ll take care of him. It’s been a while since I’ve stabbed a werewolf.”
“Dawon, you’re scaring me,” Hoseok said with an exaggerated shudder.
“It’s Jiwoo now.”
“Right.”
Hoseok and Jiwoo entered the cellar first while Jin and Yoongi trailed behind.
“Hey, why did you leave the cellar door open?” Jin asked Yoongi.
“Namjoon changed the passcode. It’s—”
Yoongi was cut off when Jin suddenly tumbled down the staircase, nearly toppling Hoseok and Jiwoo over. Everyone looked up at the entrance of the cellar to see you, holding an unconscious Jungkook over your shoulder, along with a blowgun.
“What are you doing?!” Yoongi shouted, a sense of betrayal flooding his mind.
“Finding out the truth.”
Three blow darts propelled through the air, producing a faint swishing sound each time. The trio received the same fate as Jin as their bodies fell to the floor. You removed the stone propping the cellar door open and headed inside, trapping everyone inside with you.
“[Y/N]? Is that you?”
You gave the werewolf a seemingly innocent smile. “Hi Tae.”
*Hss*
Hopefully you wouldn’t need any more blow darts. That was your last one.
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so much on Ficino & Plato & Sex
your daily Marsilio blogging continues, this time with the gentle reminder of the deep misogyny of most homoerotic anything in the medieval and early modern period (among other times as well).
At the same time, I appreciate Marsilio being like: Fuck this, we can do the Petrarchan model of Ideal Love too. Just watch me and Giovanni yearn for twenty years.
I do appreciate that in the whole of Ficino's writing he rarely, if ever, refers to sex between men as sinful. He uses terms of disgraceful, filthy, worthy of disgust, ugliness etc. but he uses those terms equally for heterosexual sex conducted for pleasure alone with no intention of making the babies. Corporality on the whole - in all its forms - is the problem. (And the contemporary medical hang-ups around the expulsion of semen aside.)
But it's still not sinful, it just makes it harder to climb the ladder of love to salvation. Some might think this a small thing (he still reads it as bad!) but there's a huge gulf of difference between a priest from 1478 saying X is disgraceful but never using the language of sin around it.
Granted, Ficino doesn't harp too much on sin in general. I would be very curious to go back in time, get him a little wine drunk, and ask him his actual, not-Church approved views.
Ficino loves trying to reconcile everything through Plato. Marsilio "What if We Applied Plato to This Situation??" Ficino.
The desire/beauty thing - you can just see his struggle in trying to make it all work and never quite succeeding. It's one of the many things he and Pico debated with great animation. Pico was anti-the physical desire part of Ficino's formula while Ficino believed salvation/finding Philosophic Truth (i.e., God) required it.
I do really love Ficino's broadly positive read on humanity. He always goes in with a: People Are Good approach to a situation.
I love this little caveats he gives in his writings. The bit: "Love, even when mixed with an inderior appetite [for sex], does not cease meanwhile to raise the soul as far as it is able."
Giovanni having a panic about the state of their souls as they lie about in the grass and Ficino thinking fast on how to assuage him. "Umm, look, this isn't ideal, and we really should try harder to resist. But ... uh... Love is Good. Right? Our Love is Good and holds no Evil, correct?'
Giovanni, 'Yes, that is correct.'
Ficino, 'Great, so because our Love is Good and our Souls naturally desire Truth and Love is always working to help raise our souls up to Truth - even when we uhhhhh slip up, shall we say--'
Giovanni, 'We purposefully went into a remote field to commit sodomy. This wasn't an accidental slip up, Marsilio. You even checked to make sure you had time enough after this to confess and seek absolution so you can say mass on Sunday.'
Ficino, 'Slipped up. Could have happened to anyone. Anyway, even when that happens Love is still raising our souls up as far as it is able. So what I'm saying is, don't worry about it.'
the knots this man will tie himself in to try and make it ok to accidentally, whoopsie daisy, sleep with men. That full quote from him on how homosexual consorting (sex, that is what he means quite literally) is part of spiritual procreation is really something else.
I also think the caveat he includes of "of course, naturally, when you're horny you should go to your wife to make sure you're doing sex Properly" is doing a lot of interesting work there.
"Giovanni and I loving each other is necessary for OUR PHYSICAL HEALTH OK??"
Technically, he's not wrong. In the sense that being able to openly and honestly love/be loved by who it is you desire - regardless their gender - is incredibly important to mental health which impacts physical health.
mess! mess! mess!
this is super interesting. That Ficino was attempting to figure out how to guide people through reciprocal love in a world where that wasn't normal to navigate.
All of Ficino's back and forth on sex, desire, beauty, love is just so telling of how much he wanted to resolve the issue and how knotted everything was for him (and he wasn't alone, obviously).
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ok I'm done inundating everyone for now.
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Do you think Papa Titan was made for the shortening? Since he contradicts the show message of the Chosen one and raises questions on why he didn’t intervene earlier
No and I think he was made for a different purpose but first why I don't think he existed for the shortening: His fingerprints show up too early. They establish King's father issues and his ancient lineage early in S2 and from all we can tell about the production of the show, the shortening at affected S2B. King was already from conquerors of a sort, of those with immense power and importance was already being placed on whoever raised him. Admittedly, this is all kind of normal for the hammering home of the found family over adopted one that happens eventually... poorly since King returns because his life was at risk, just like Hunter abandoning Belos. Which also in fact means he never actually rejects his heritage over found family which I'm actually fine with. Let kids have two families, not that King ever gets that.
The second, potentially more damning, thing though is actually The Collector. We know for a fact that the Collector was not actually planned to show up this early. Dana has gone on record to say that he was an idea that they liked and then when the news of the shortening came down, they decided to cram him in because, well, they liked it. The needs of what had to be changed about him though for that cramming to happen though is probably why The Collector is so different from his dream appearance in Knock Knock Knocking. They couldn't build him how they wanted and so went more Bill Cypher with him, or they had to hammer out an actual character for him rather than keep him nebulous which is similar to what happened with Alador when he finally actually had to show up and the incongruities there.
Why does all of this matter though? Well, it has to do with the fact that the second The Collector was introduced, with only three specials left, I turned white as a sheet. The Collector was entire SERIES, multiple seasons, levels of power above literally anything in the show before then. The characters themselves might have been prodigies but moving a moon with a finger? They couldn't fight that. Which meant there were only a couple options for how that could go down in the end, especially with the lack of time they had. Either A: they redeem him and it never turns into a fight which is what happened or B: they pull something out of their ass to give someone power on par with the villain... Which also happened in order to defeat Titan Belos.
And I'll admit that King being a Titan had never crossed my mind for that but it syncs up well with why King was given daddy issues: He needed SOMETHING to do finally. Needed something to bring him back into the plot as the show became more plot focused and he could no longer be a mascot with a tired joke. He needed something to make him important and being the avenue for an escalation in power was what they went with.
This is why I make the claim that King's heritage is more important than himself. The fact that a Titan EXISTS has more effect on the show than literally anything King ever does. Period. His one choice that impacts anything is when he pulls the Collector out and he does it because, well, otherwise literally everyone he has ever known dies. That's nice but it's not exactly deep. He would have likely still done it pretty early in the series, WELL before he does, honestly. He just might have played at asking the Collector to be his minion as well instead of just being a little marshmallow who is willing to BLEED for this. At EIGHT YEARS OLD.
But that's the point. He is now a mcguffin who can provide powerful magic that can rival the level of threat that Dana wanted for the finale. The level of threat that she had wanted to implement eventually regardless since the Collector was already on her and the other writer's minds.
Also, you know, TOH manages to fuck up it's messaging all the time. The Coven System is inconsistent, Amity learns to care about her friends regardless of other's opinion and then abandons her friends when Luz disapproves of them, etc. etc. So even if all my conjecture is wrong and Papa Titan was changed for the finale, it's not exactly a mistake we haven't seen before. Not even a mistake we haven't seen before regarding this theme since Willow might as well be a chosen one with the level of plant magic she was just born with because she is probably at least half a decade behind the rest of the kids at school in practicing plant magic but is about as impressive as TERRA when it comes to what she can do.
And finally... Why does it matter if the shortening changed it? S3 still has lots of wasted time and no one forced Dana to make Titan Belos happen. She could have opted for a resolution that didn't require a deux machina like this. You know, maybe actually had The Collector be the final boss and his redemption as him turn on Belos and get rid of him properly this time. It was still the writer's choices that led to requiring Papa Titan to bless Luz like this and nothing is going to change that.
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My experience with Serval’s companion missions
I finished both “Time Express” and “Only A Child” and wrote this up shortly after on hoyolab about a week ago, but I figured I might as well post it all on here as well with a few additional thoughts towards the end now that I had more time to think about everything. Needless to say, I experienced many emotions that I felt the need to ramble on about.
(so spoiler warning for those two missions? though I’m sure the majority have completed them already.)
Being relatively new to HSR, I didn’t realize these specific missions ultimately allowed for certain characters to become visitors on the Astral Express. I’ve done a couple of these missions previously, but thought it was just a random occurrence regarding who and when they’ll ask to visit the train. This is my own fault for accepting missions too quickly, so I tend to miss some finer details. This was absolutely the case once I got a message from Serval because of course I’m going to drop everything I’m currently doing and help out one of my favorites in the blink of an eye! She’s been a reliable teammate of mine til now so you can imagine the blissful shock I felt when she brings up the possibility of joining the Astral Express.
Deep deep down, I had a feeling that the game itself was set in stone with who the main group of the Express was going to consist of. It’s a pretty solid family of six after all, so I had my doubts it was going to expand so easily, especially at the wishes of us as the mc. Everyone would just recruit their favorite characters and then no one would be left roaming the worlds (which I do enjoy, honestly. Seeing all these familiar faces out and about, living their own lives when you can go check in on them whenever you want. Makes the world feel more.. I dunno, inviting? real?). Anyway, even with that tint of doubt, I strongly hoped such an idea was still possible. The game is great about having various replies to the different text options we can choose during conversation, giving the impression that what you say does indeed make some kind of impact (which is another thing I love about this game btw), so naturally, being me, I wanted Serval to join us. Like, now. Instantly.
I chose to run the idea by Himeko, but read online afterwards that she, Welt and Pom-Pom would’ve accept a new member regardless. It was sweet learning how open they were to a friend of yours joining the family, but it makes me sad knowing that now after having finished both missions because darn it, it could’ve actually happened had the game let it! Aahh, it seemed easy and too good to be true, and if there was one person I was wary of about this whole situation going by smoothly, it was Gepard. Upon running into the siblings in the workshop and seeing him ask Serval about rejoining the Silvermane Guards again, I believed that would deter her from actually wanting to stay in Belobog, as the job might cause some unpleasant memories to resurface. Even though I wasn’t surprised to see Serval being so hesitant about the idea or going to talk to Bronya, I was pleasantly surprised about Gepard agreeing that Serval might benefit well from traveling. I was happy to hear that, of course, but also because he also seemed more concerned with his sister’s happiness and well-being rather than what’s best for the city and the civilians, which says a lot about him, being captain of the guards.
Cut to the conversation happening within Qlipoth Fort and here’s where my first “oh no, she’s staying” feeling struck me. Up til now, I knew Serval was a kind and considerate soul; it was evident back when she stayed behind to assist Gepard and his men fight off the incoming enemies while everyone else went to confront Cocolia at Everwinter Hill. Seeing her choose her family over the chance to see a stellaron, something Serval spent so much time and effort into researching over the many years for her career, spoke volumes to me about how selfless she is. Hearing her admit that her idea of running away with the Express crew to fulfill her own dreams was a bit recklessly selfish instead of help those in need in Belobog with the skills only she has made her really pause and think about what to do next.
To add even more fuel to the fire, the past comes back to haunt Serval even more with the reveal of the famous guitar. This moment is a little silly to me though, but only because I’ve been persistently using Serval on my team, so seeing her with the guitar is nothing new in my eyes, but it’s clear that story Serval hasn’t seen said guitar in quite some time. Which makes me wonder, how did she help Gepard and the soldiers near the barrier previously without her main weapon..?
Oh boy, and to think I’ve been letting her fight so often with such a guitar so heavily linked to her upsetting past. I’m sorry sweetie, I didn’t know!
Moving onwards, there’s one thing I adore about this conversation with the siblings near the flower shop and it's how the npc on the bench was actually playing one of Serval’s songs. If I hadn’t recently went back and watched all the character’s trailers then I probably wouldn’t have caught that extra detail, but it’s so good that they included it and had Serval confirm it as well to prove I wasn’t going insane and overly thinking about it. But yeah, another slight “oh no, she’s not gonna want to leave” moment if the people actually enjoy and appreciate her music.
I still kept teetering whether or not the game was actually gonna allow Serval to join the Astral Express at this point with all the little hints it tossed in, but when following the siblings back to the workshop to help Serval pack her bags, I was like “wow, maybe it could actually happen?” I wasn’t completely convinced though since every item we looked at around the shop seemed to have a ton of sentimental value to them, such as the unfinished letter to her mother, the plant from Lynx, that family heirloom case and of course the guitar. Now is a good of a time as any to also mention how much I love Serval’s voice actress. Throughout this whole mission (and the one upcoming), she has put so much darn emotion into her voice! I swear it was enough to get me emotional too. I’m not only saying that because Serval is a favorite of mine and I’m bias but because of how easy it was to feel her pain through every word spoken. Even now, just reading the conversation over again, I can still hear the emotion so clearly in my mind. The weight behind all her words, sighs, pauses and the hopelessness she felt due to all the changes in her life that she had no real control over.. aah, I just have so much empathy and love for this girl y’all.
Once everything was packed and ready, I truly thought the Express family was gonna succeed in gaining another member.. that is until Gepard opens his mouth and requests some assistance in the Underworld. I can accept he truly wanted Serval’s help with all the energy hubs, maybe to also spend a little more time with her before she leaves and I’m certain he had no idea of an incoming monster attack, but the end result really threw my wish out the window. I did appreciate that quick moment that happened before taking the train to the Underworld, where it was briefly mentioned that Serval was late to meet us due to actually getting in touch with her parents. I like how she’s making an effort to be on better terms with the family despite being kicked out, and while there’s no issue with mom, there’s still a lot of tension between her and dad. Thankfully Gepard is fully aware of it as well. Again, I love all the emotion in Serval’s voice, even her slight anger.
And the emotions just keep on coming in waves because her entire encounter with this decaying Cocolia-like shadow almost had me breaking down and shaking as well.
It's happened a couple times now within the story and these missions that whenever the conversation does get real heavy, Serval tries her hardest to lighten the mood regardless of what she feels in her heart and I want to hug her so much. She doesn’t deserve all this pain!
Honestly though, with all the heartbreak and setbacks Serval has endured since Cocolia went power hungry, we’re lucky it all didn’t lead her to start her own villain arc, ya know? I’m thankful she stayed strong all these years, but who knows how close she was to snapping and giving up and that thought alone makes me so sad. The game can only show us so much about each character but just imaging Serval struggle from losing her job, all her research, her closest friend and all the family drama is a lot for one person to bear.
Good lil’ Geppie stepping forward to defend his sister while she needs a moment to get all her emotions in check.
And me too, naturally. I’d defend this woman with my life and give her the world if I could! She deserves so much happiness!
Yeaaahh sweetie, fight your demons! And not that anyone was wondering, but yes I had Serval on my actual team this entire time, so having her actually take part in this fight was wonderful once again.
With the all the chaos over with, we all end up back at Natasha’s clinic to check up on the people we helped escaped and I’m hit with even more “oh no” signals as we witness this other sister and brother pair talk about their family.
And the warning signs kept on flashing in my head as Gepard speaks his own mind as well. Serval’s silence is so loud til her request to chat with her brother confirms exactly what I’ve been fearing.
And then the “oh no” feeling finally lands a critical hit on my heart as Serval reveals her choice to stay in Belobog. Again, I had a hunch it was going to happen, but having Himeko approve of a new member and Serval pack her bags really had me believe that her boarding the Atral Express was possible for a while.
Even though the news bums be out, it means so much more to see Serval turn over a new leaf and become a better version of herself.
And you just know she’s going to improve Belobog so much with all her knowledge and skills with mechanics. We might not personally get to see it, since there’s so much else going on within the game’s story, but I can dream, can’t I?
Now, I’m already proud of her for all the personal progress she’s made so far to make the decision to stay, but I could’ve never imagined what her final request would’ve been back on Everwinter Hill. For a brief moment, I took her words quite literally and believed we were actually going to hear her sing a calm melody or something.
Once she started shouting.. I quickly realized this wasn’t gonna be as heartfelt as I thought. If I was in Serval’s place, I probably would’ve sent countless swears to Cocolia for all the heartache her actions left upon me.
What actually happened, however, was far from anything I expected! At first I figured perhaps Serval might’ve brought the guitar to use as a makeshift headstone of sorts, but nope! Let’s smash it to pieces instead! Ooohh what a powerful moment, not only because of the quick cutscene or all the rage in her “I will no longer live in your shadow!” scream (sending praise to her voice actress once more), but also due to how significant that guitar was to both Serval and Cocolia. It was something they built together and as much as Serval absolutely loves music, she rather live freely without her past holding her hostage than keep the instrument around as a constant reminder of everything she lost.
Again, I feel so bad because I use Serval all the time in fights and knowing now what that guitar represents to her is.. unfortunate. I mean, I know Cocolia was the one who gathered all the parts available so Serval could create it just as perfectly as she designed it, but I’d like to imagine Serval was capable to create a newer improved version of the guitar afterwards.. just so I won’t feel guilty having her in my team still. Anyways, I did find it a little funny that after witnessing his sister rage out and destroy one of her most special possessions, he asks something so simple.
But all is well because she definitely deserves to feel happy and free from her past. I wish she could’ve been there for the real final battle too. Whatever happened to March promising to take pictures of the stellaron for her, huh? I know the battle was wild but surely she had to capture some moments yeah? Pftt, I wish.
After a quick thanks (which really wasn't necessary because I'd happily do anything for this woman), her mood improves so quick and I’m glad she’s got all that weight off her shoulders now and can focus more on better and brighter things in her life.
When all is said and done, of course I sprinted back to see if there was anything additional after the mission ended and I’m glad I checked. She’s not wrong about how the whole guitar smashing fits the rock n’ roll vibe, so now I’m feeling a bit stupid about how I never thought of that actually being something she would do considering everything that’s happened, but it works very well for her story.
As proud as I am of her for willingly offering her assistance so everyone can have better lives in Belobog, I am holding onto that “for now” bit so tightly within my grasp.
I know better to get my hopes up again but.. please please please please please ~
And that's the end of that. Apologies again for rambling on but I just get very passionate about favorite characters of mine and can’t hold back (some might say it’s very on brand for me to do so). I tease about wanting Serval to join the Astral Express so badly, but I truly am happy with the choice she’s made for herself. She’s fantastic and I’m amazed how quickly someone from this game earned a place in my heart.
HSR really knew the perfect way to capture my attention, honestly, the way they had Serval be a free reward you receive from the start. Of course, I probably would've grown attached to her regardless because right away her character design is simply stunning! She's gorgeous but I also love how asymmetrical her outfit is, with one half is a torn up uniform from her days associated with the Silvermane Guards/the Architects while the other half clearly gives off her rockstar vibes. It captures her past and future wonderfully.
Then finally getting properly introduced to her during the first trailblazing mission where we learn bits and pieces of her past due to her rather complicated and unfortunate relationship with Cocolia was great, even though it tugged on some heart strings. It really set up just how how involved other characters aside from the Express crew are within the story itself, which is yet another thing I sincerely appreciate with HSR; the fact that everyone seems to have some sort of significance and gets the attention they deserve. Getting a deeper look into all the playable character's personal stories through these missions is such a nice touch and so impressive with how many there are so far. At this moment in time, I've done a handful of other companion quests for other characters, but only a few really managed to leave an impact on me, such as Natasha's, Luka's and Yukong's, but Serval's feelings and struggles during these two missions was beyond anything I could've imagined. It's all the emotion coupled with learning what makes a character who they are now and how they manage to live their lives dealing with their past that's really memorable to me and Serval's had that in spades. Who knew a simple request to meet up for some afternoon tea would lead me down an emotional investing road to find my favorite character?
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Rereading this, I can see how this might seem to degrade Haruhi, no matter how unintentionally because supposedly all the Host Club men are attracted to women and Haruhi is a genuine person. It says more about her than anything that she bags so much attention. I understand why people like her, I was just thinking of it from a realism? standpoint. How likely is it that a group of boys fall for the same girl like that, but honestly…
They’re friends for a reason. Please read anyways.
I can not be the only one who thinks it is crazy that every single one of the host club besides Hani and maybe Mori (but he was strongly considered to be the endgame choice at a point) had feelings/fallen in love with Haruhi. I’ve never been in gender imbalanced friend groups, so I don’t know how truthful this is to reality for a lot of people, but I’d think that relates back to the subconscious notion I’ve seen some men use in reference to the opposite sex when the meeting isn’t happenstance/casual or pre-puberty of, “if I find you sexually attractive, I’m willing to be friends with you.” There must be - I hope there is - men who don’t think that way and really just enjoy another person’s company regardless of sex and determines friendship off of that, but that’s what I think when I see the Host Club so willingly accept her as their “secret princess” knowing that most of them fall in love with her. It kind of temporarily taints their friendships, you know?
Warning: ship biases below
Tamaki and Haruhi were never friends, no matter how much Tamaki wanted to be along with her father figure (which negatively impacted their romantic development, as referenced later on), they were begrudged acquaintances who slowly over time on both sides come to understand, respect and admire each other based on multiple, deep conversations and observed actions that spoke to their individual cores and that translated into falling in love as there was attraction there. That’s how the author distinguished between him and everyone else as viable love interests. Plus, it was their dynamic that was most intriguing in terms of writing and development as their characters’ growth directly happens because of each other.
The twins became friends with her the moment she stopped keeping to herself and was forced to join their club. They weren’t really friends at first because there was still a prejudice against her and despite her natural charm and admirable traits, they could still rationalize that she’s more than likely just another person not apart of their small world. They soon found her interesting because she was quickly able to tell them apart, as the only person able to do this so quickly. It’s actually revealed later on that Tamaki knew for a while how to as well, but it took him longer because he’s dumb, it also took quite some time for the twins to open up to him, their friendships with him are just very different from their relationship with Haruhi. I definitely understand why they would develop feelings for her as they’re adolescents who are still developing their identities, constantly around an attractive, inspiring girl their age. The thing is however, being as oblivious as she is, Haruhi can’t see them as anyone other than her dear friends because that’s the established relationship she had with them for so long that she grew most comfortable with. There’s also a strong likelihood that since Haruhi’s not “awakened” by the time the twins’ feelings come in full force, she just doesn’t find them significantly attractive…yet. There’s always the future, but I doubt that they’ll pursue her even then in favour of their friendship.
Kyoya is a bit more tricky. He’s the reason why I’m making this post after all. Haruhi believes that if he can’t gain anything from the action, he won’t do it. That is for the most part a true characteristic of Kyoya’s, which is why he finds her so interesting and likeable. She’s able to show the audience that Kyoya does in fact have a heart even without self-interest, but for the most part is self interested as an aspiring businessman. Haruhi doesn’t know his background nor family all too well, so she doesn’t know truly that he’s so resentful because of them. Maybe that would change her perception of him further, maybe that would put him more in her mind as she grew more conscious in wanting to help him, but I truly doubt Kyoya would let her go any further in that pursuit when he’s so successful at playing his father on his own in the succession crisis anyway. Plus, as shown with Hikaru and Kaoru trying to help Hikaru win Haruhi over, and her favouring Kaoru over him, Haruhi doesn’t find Hikaru’s darkness pleasant nor attractive but she does accept it as part of both Hikaru and Kyoya’s personalities. They’re her dear friends. It’s possible that Kyoya had developed some feelings for her - as hinted at in the beach episode - but I highly doubt that it developed into a deep romantic love as suppressing those feelings tend to smother them akin to a flame.
Kyoya is in love with Tamaki. Not that you can’t be in love with multiple people at once, but he’s the one who had the most significant presence in his life, who had the most notable influence over him. Who he called precious. I just…have never seen any indication of romantic feelings for Haruhi and Hani and Mori are great observers but I don’t believe them when it comes to Kyoya. They’re more than likely just ignorant on homosexual subtext lmao
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─ paper rings . . . ❨ send me a description of yourself + a fandom and gender preference, and i’ll ship you with a character. ❩
i couldn't miss out a good time! i had this previously done but it would be interesting to know who i'd match with! i copy pasted but i added some more that might help impact the results. expect me to come around for another if i may? maybe the next day or next week.
fandom: formula one
info abt me: female & prefers men!
my big three is: leo-gemini-pisces!
i am quite an adaptable individual, love sunsets, stargazing, animals and pets & divination or anything related to spirituality.
not quite fond of social media but i really love interacting with people whom i share interests with here in tumblr! lately, i am really trying to build friendships amongst f1 writers and even readers too.
i heavily value my private life and prefer not to tell people about my personal next step in life (preferring not to share private information unless i feel comfortable) and i don't post much in my social media accounts but i have an instagram solely for posting my well curated portraits with poems as captions.
i also love psychology, deep talks about life or anything very reflective, tell me a situation that had been bothering you and i will make you reflect and tell about yourself. (this scares some people because they always say i could read them like an open book)
having a lot of hobbies and interests (i couldn't stay still between one thing [e.g. i could love making music this week, next week i'd be into arts]). right now i am into writing fics and serving the people some entertainment lmao but i have to stop because for some reason my reach is not reaching idk what to do to alleviate that. i have a keen eye for detail and quite a perfectionist — selective even.
i have a small circle of friends in real life. they are the ones who i can trust my life with. i do believe that quality is better than quantity. but building new connections helps me discover about people more and reflect about life.
my talents are diverse mainly because in my country being an all out performer is a thing. schools were literally built here for you to show and perform like beyoncé or sorts to earn grades. singing while playing an instrument, dancing, acting, writing, you name it i could give it a go. i am a theater kid so i think it impacted developing these talents, they're very enjoyable regardless. 100% not picky with music either, music kind of reflects a person's soul. roadtrips are nice and they're quality time. that's how you also know which friend of yours is only there for clout and the ones who are there because they look forward to a journey of sharing the same space with another.
clubbing is not my thing. i am not fond of smoking or drinking alcohol. I AM HEAVILY TURNED OFF BY VICES but i don't mind an occasional wine for formal events. if you put me inside a club, expect me to sit down on a corner and watch everyone. i tend to attract men easily (i am not bragging but it's hard rlly) and i do believe clubs are not the best place to attract guys sorry •́ ‿ ,•̀ if you'd invite me to a party, we can have picnics or a dinner at your home or somewhere. i couldn't handle clubs, 100% would dip if someone say clubs or bars. they're too overwhelming.
i was raised in a quite conservative household so i preferably wear clothing that do not show much skin. i love statement outfits and prefer to make my own clothes or customize clothes rather than buying high-end branded clothing. my wardrobe is quite diverse, i can have masculine and feminine outfits. styles from fairycore, 50s, 80s, 90s wear, autumn wear, formal wear and officewear. i have gowns too! at this point i can build a boutique and often get teased about it by people in my circle💀 i grew up with relatives who doesn't smoke and only drink on occasion.
my love language (receiving) is acts of service and receiving gifts. my love language (giving) is acts of service and quality time / words of affirmation. i love solving people's problems and give them cheat codes in life hahahaha
idk if this would help but i have a stale lovelife, if i happen to put myself out there there there will always be a lot of guys wanting to pursue me ಥ‿ಥ i pull away immediately if this starts to happen because it drains me so much. i would then focus into my career and go into hermit mode again, the one who stays in my life and wait for me to regain my energy is what i think, is meant for me. tbh, i need someone who is patient and understanding towards me or it's going to be disaster lmfao ฅ[ᓀ´ ▾ `ᓂ]ฅ
LEWIS HAMILTON
very private person, both of you like to keep it that way especially when it comes to you relationship
both of you have very deep conversations about life each other certain topics and just life in general
you both love to reflect on stuff and help each other get stuff of your chest
you tend to do this while you cuddling with chill music in the background
lewis supports you though all of your different hobbie phases
love that your so open to trying new things
you both have a tight inner circle and you both value quality over quantity
the two of you def recorded a song together
you both hold fashion shows for each other after a massive shop
both of your love languages are is acts of serves
which sometimes turns into a funny competition of who can out do the other
is always patient and understanding when it comes to you
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[CW // Dec 18th, suicide, depression, online harassment] Shawols, let me know if this has been happening to you guys too.
I've been trying to write this on Reddit, but kept being silenced by getting no upvotes or even just getting automatically deleted, so here I am.
Also, if you find this post triggering, please look away now. This post is made for the sole purpose of finding potential victims of this sort of online abuse. If you or anyone you know has gone through this, just know that you are not alone, and nobody has the rights to harass you like that. If you have your own stories about this sort of thing, comment it or pm me if you would like (which is more recommended) and boost this post too so other Shawols wouldn't have to think they have to face this alone. Take care of yourselves as well as other people.
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So... I haven't been doing well lately due to a message online that triggers me until this day.
What I'm saying is that one day, I was on Tumblr when I've seen a notification popping up from someone. When I clicked on it, it was an ask. At that moment when I read it, my heart ached.
Someone said something along the lines of "why would you write a fanfiction of someone who killed himself" and I started to feel sick to my stomach. Just to be clear that I've NEVER written any fanfictions on the app and was possibly referring to posts that I've reblogged. Regardless, it was a disgusting thing they wrote, especially with the fact that they referred to Jonghyun as "deadman" or "someone who had killed himself" which would refer to Dec 18th.
I've spoken to someone over the internet and he said that this has been happening to him as well. As someone who writes fanfictions as a cope mechanism, he feels constantly shamed for even having a connection with him after all these times. There were even other times where he was told that Jonghyun never liked him, which put him in a deep depression for 6-8 months where he would attempt to kill himself multiple times, but managed to escape it due to the fact that he had emotional support such as his friends, family, therapists, etc. I, in the other hand, never had anybody around me. In fact, my mental health was always dismissed to everyone except one, my older sister. It was so bad that it even impacted my college and my relationships with my parents.
Although it's something small, I've found out that someone has went through something similar and I was able to make them feel like they were not alone. Now, me and my online friends are trying to start a tradition where we would drink at least 1000ml during the anniversary to commemorate his chest in which his fans would call "his man boobies." It's called #milkforjonghyun and you can search up for more information on Tumblr. Not only it was about making the day much less bearable for most, but it's for us to protest against people like that from dictating how we mourn and cope with our loss. Surprise enough, these people are typically trolls and not really fans trying to prey on vulnerable and grieving Shawols that may or may not have a big risk of mental health issues or possibly even suicide themselves.
Just for a question here... have you guys ever received a message like this? Please let me know so I don't feel like I'm alone in this.
#cw // mentions of dec 18th#do not skip#please boost this#serious post#you are not alone#be safe online this december#shinee#shawol#shawols#kpop#lee jinki#jinki#onew#jonghyun#kim jonghyun#jjong#bling bling#bling bling is jonghyun#key#kibum#kim kibum#minho#choi minho#taemin#lee taemin#taem#trolls#milkforjonghyun#ourdeathisnotyourproperty#mydeathisnotyourproperty
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Here's a question for you, Do you think Mondo's story would have the same impact had Daiya survived the accident. Everything else would stay the same, backstory of the race, it's effects, the promise (though that one might have to change slightly), etc. Also Do you think that Mondo would have an harder or easier time going into carpentry as Daiya is alive and Mondo would have to tell him to his face over his decision to quit the gang?
SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY! This ask is genuinely super interesting to me, so I wanted to really mull it over as best as I could and cover as much ground as possible. Since this is such a significant change to Mondo's entire character and his relationship with grief, it also means that there is a LOT of possible scenarios, and with that, a LOT of questions to ask.
(Also I'm sure everyone who follows me knows the drill at this point, but for those who don't I use both he/him and she/her for mondo because of a headcanon I'm really super fond of. If I say she/her pronouns at any point, I'm still talking about Mondo. I'm also gonna elaborate on how this scenario would affect her gender moments at the end for fun, lol)
For starters I want to speculate that this would be something that Mondo would probably wonder a lot himself. Daiya's death was so permanently life-altering that I'm sure he would probably get caught up in the "what-ifs" herself, along with literally every possibility that comes with that (I think this girl has the most SEVERE ocd ever, as well as ptsd which as I know it, is a much more common hc). In the scenario that this were to actually happen, there's a lot we can consider. I'm gonna go through this in list-ish form i think, since it'll make things a bit easier for me lol.
The first thing I think of when this alternate scenario comes to mind is how Mondo would eventually obtain leadership in the gang, or if she even would to begin with. Motorcycle accidents in reality have an INCREDIBLY high mortality rate. People that do survive usually end up paralyzed, or needing amputations, so I think it's pretty safe to say that Daiya wouldn't be coming back as the gang's leader after that. I think with Daiya still alive and Mondo keeping his same promise to him, it wouldn't have more or less pressure, but I think there would be this totally different KIND of pressure to keep the gang running.
Mondo's reason for having the race with Daiya was to prove that he could be a reliable leader to begin with, especially because of how the rest of the gang viewed her before she'd became the leader. That's why Daiya's death during the race is so much more traumatizing, at least thematically. In a really fucked up sense, Mondo technically gets what she wants. He gets to run the gang and really prove himself, but at an enormous cost. If Daiya manages to survive but ends up having his own life be permanently altered by the accident, it gives an ENTIRELY new read on this philosophy, except now, Daiya is alive for it.
A huge part of Mondo's character and her backstory is the fact that he ended up lying about how Daiya died, but now that he's alive, there's a pretty good chance that the gang would know the full truth, unless if Daiya himself decided to keep things between him and Mondo for her sake. Regardless of whichever happens, Daiya is alive to both know, and tell the truth, and I think this gives Mondo such a deep-rooted paranoia. I think she is already so hyper-aware of how people act around him and think of him, so knowing that they either know the complete truth, or that at the very least, Daiya does, and is able to tell them? THAT would make her anxiety skyrocket, although I doubt that Daiya would be one to want to omit that information (more for Mondo's sake later down the line than his own).
Like in canon, Mondo's motivations to run the gang would likely still become INCREDIBLY Daiya-centric. Either way I think he feels like he owes an incredible debt to him, and will do anything to make sure she follows through. The gang would become so much more of a chore in both scenarios I think, but on the bright side, I think Daiya obviously still being alive would be able to give her SO much more reassurance that she wouldn't have gotten otherwise, at least not initially. Daiya to me is someone who seems very cool and levelheaded on the outside, but I think that the whole situation would make him feel a bit of guilt of his own despite being the victim of the crash. He manages to sniff out Mondo's anxiety from a mile away, and even if he forgave Mondo, I doubt it would ever disappear as much as it would become much less noticeable over time, as well as generally burdening Mondo less.
When it comes to leaving the gang to pursue carpentry, I believe it would end up being a lot easier for Mondo to pursue with Daiya still alive. I think that there's this understanding with everyone in the gang that eventually, every leader is going to shift out of that position at some point. With Daiya, him retiring and Mondo taking his place is just another inevitability, and so in his mind, Mondo wouldn't be giving up on her promise by eventually doing the same and passing the torch to Takemichi. Mondo was the leader for the amount of time that she saw fit, and now he's moving onto greener pastures. I think Daiya would be a heavy source of encouragement once he learns about Mondo's own ambitions, even if it would likely take Mondo a while to actually admit that he has them (for a while I'm sure it was something she kept secret because of the promise).
In the killing game itself, I think it could DEFINITELY change the course of the entire story. I think while losing his memories would make the grief feel a little more fresh, I don't think it would be NEAR the level of what it was with Daiya actually dying. Daiya still being alive would imply that he'd probably take Takemichi's place as a hit list target. Perhaps he'd see the both of them together in his motive video as well. As for chapter 2 itself, it would ABSOLUTELY change the story. I'd be hard pressed to say that Mondo's trauma is BETTER (It's not a competition here) , but I think that having Daiya alive, as well as his forgiveness would have a HUGE impact on how he views himself and his strength, as well as just being called strong in general. I think the feeling of inadequacy is absolutely still there, but I think in comparison to the canonical chapter 2, Mondo would be in a MUCH better place. Additionally, him not carrying the burden of his lie on his shoulders would make his chapter 2 motive much more easy to stomach. He may even have a completely different motive entirely, due to his gang already knowing the truth, therefore making the motive useless to Junko for the game. Either way, any situation that keeps Chihiro alive is absolutely going to change the course of the entire remainder of the story (seriously, if she was still alive by the end, the end would've come a lot sooner, and the entirety of sdr2's killing game wouldn't have even happened. Also this would likely keep Taka alive as well, and anything that keeps Taka alive is a nice bonus).
AND NOW FOR THE ADDITIONAL GENDER MOMENTS.
I think that both Daiya and Mondo are INCREDIBLY sheltered individuals. Like I don't think anything could shake me from that belief, and there's a fair amount pointing to this scattered about Mondo's dialogue. Daiya is equally as out of the know as Mondo likely would've been regarding half of the things she'd learn about herself. The only difference now is that he's gonna still be around while these realizations pop up. WHICH OF COURSE, puts Mondo through a brand new kind of dread, especially since him and Daiya were essentially raised in toxic masculinity city. It probably takes Mondo a while to crack that egg into the pan, so to speak.
I also think that the idea of Daiya being the token cishet is absolutely fucking hilarious. Like he is 100% an ally and down for anything, but he also knows NOTHING. Like for once in his life he's not able to give Mondo his wisdom because in his mind, Mondo's the expert on this stuff even though she literally JUST showed up to the party herself, lol.
Sorry for giving such a long response! I do hope it answered your question!!
#syd spiels#backtalk#mondo oowada#oowada mondo#mondo owada#owada mondo#daiya oowada#oowada daiya#daiya owada#owada daiya
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About Valerie🔻
“Valerie Gray used to, like Danny have a normal life. Definitely not as ghost oriented. Most of her focus was on things like getting the latest sports shoes or hitting a goal! All that changed completely after Danny(accidentally, while fighting Vlad), permanently injured her father, forcing him out of his top security officer job at Axion Labs. Her top goals now are hunting ghosts, especially Danny as The Red Huntress! You DO NOT want to be on her bad side, unfortunately for Danny, he’s in DEEP!”.
Personality:
I already love OG Val's personality. I def want to keep her personality, especially her anger. For my Val though, I want to make her less of a bully, mean spirited. Perhaps have her start off neutral to Danny and his friends, just not really caring or considering things, self-abosrbed and more focused on her own life and issues(I mean she's a teen and also was dealing with some pretty heavy stuff even before the incident). But by no means a bad person, like her name, she has many shades of gray to her character. She’s also more self-aware sooner of her own issues and the impact they have on how people(Danny, Sam, etc) feel about her.
If she feels someone messed with her, she won't make Kwan take care of things, she does. She's a total DIY girl. She HATES looking helpless and even more, needing help. Becoming the Red Huntress pushed this even more, tending to neglect her normal life and mental health. After what happened to her dad(and other things that’s happened to her), she felt it was her obligation to make sure the ghosts can’t hurt anyone else, that she can be in control of the situation. Which has led to some disastrous results to say the least.
Her best quality though is her love for her dad. It would’ve been bad enough if Phantom just made him lose his job, but seeing him land him in the hospital made things PERSONAL! They’re very close. With everything that’s happened, they atleast have each other. Damien’s pretty protective of her and worries for her, especially with how much her life’s changed. She’s already been through so much.
Though before the accident, her life was simple enough, she has faced quite some hardships, especially with loss that made her the hardened woman she is now, even before what happened. It just ended up cutting open old wounds…
The biggest change I'm making is her backstory. Don't get me wrong the OG motive works well. Shows how she’s blinded by her anger and wanting to get back at someone she felt wronged her, regardless if they deserve it, shows her character and flaws she develops from. I just think it'd also be interesting if Danny himself had caused hardship for her, a bigger impact on her and Danny.
Another big change is she’s a more sporty type. Even before the ghost stuff she’s always been an athletic type. In canon it’s shown she likes sports, not to mention is a 9th level black belt so it’s clear she enjoys active activities. I’d have that shown more.
Facts:
I'm keeping Cree Summer.
Abilities- A lot of her OG Skills, Great ghost hunter, agile, tons of weaponry and other ghost hunting stuff, strong(even Dash won’t mess with her), still a 9th degree black belt(keeping that), knowledge in tech and engineering, great at sports, knows how to skate and surfboard( the surfing @thesoulspulse Headcanon, with how skilled she is on her hoverboard), knowledge of human health, knows self-defense, a heart pericing glare, confident, brave, determined and will fight for what she cares about.
Weaknesses- Saying she tends to hold grudges would be an understatement, tends to take things personal, anger issues, huge tunnel vision(especially when she’s angry), stubborn, pride, as much as a health girl she is, also has a very tempting sweet tooth, has trouble asking for help or needing to rely on others, talking about her feelings, balancing her ghost hunting with her normal life, tends to push herself too hard, and deep down affected by trauma and constantly tries to ignore how much it affects her, making things worse in the process.
Likes- Sports, exercise, training, parkour, winning, protein shakes, smoothies, Froyo, healthy food, shea butter products, styling her hair, DIY, boxing, fashion, sports brands, sports aesthetic, modern music, pop-rock, techno, rap and punk rock music, shopping with her friends(doesnt do that much now a days), athleisure, the Olympics, the sports channel, pasta, outside, (sports, underdog, martial arts, action, revenge movies/shows), action anime, (especially the fight scenes), Mortal Kombat, animals, monarch butterflies, warm weather, cool breezes, warm colors, oranges, sunsets, stargazing, Danny talking about space and stars, summer, autumn, Star and loves her dad and Danny.
Dislikes- HATES ghosts, especially Phantom and Vlad Plasimus, her dad's overprotectiveness, losing, cheaters, sweat smell, stuffy clothing, overly saturated colorful sports shoes, neon green, dangly jewelry, sticky hot weather, windy weather, greasy food, annoying customers, stains, too much honeydew in her fruit cups, honeydew in general, when avocado goes bad, sprained muscles, being slimed, things getting in her hair(especially slime), Dash, Jazz trying to psychoanalyze her, bad grades, Paulina crushing on Phantom, asking for help, feeling vulnerable, being messed with and seeing the people she loves hurt or worse...
Totally relates to Bojack on his hatred of honeydew🍈
Would LOVE Kung Fu Panda and TMNT. Her fav characters would be Tigress & Raphael🐯🐢 Would also love ROTTMNT April💛💚
Many compare her eyes and heart peircing glare like a tiger’s🐯(Ngl I was inspired by Katy Perry’s song Roar, which is a song I think Val would really like). Danny knows her glare all too well.
Her depart from the A-Listers is also changed. I want to write them as not as bad, so they don’t kick her out because of her financial situation but rather, Val became distanced from them, focusing more on her Red Huntress life and them being teens and not really knowing how to approach her situation, they ended up going their separate ways. Them being Danny Phantom supporters also drove some of that distance as well. She and Star still hang out atleast💖⭐️
Another huge change is her and Cujo. Since I’m changing her backstory, he’s not responsible but I still want him to be a part of the show. Used to play with him as a kid, her dad brought her with him to work and got to play with Cujo. Died in the line of duty. That was also pretty traumatizing for Val. Keeps the old toy she played with him with.
Has a strict exercise/fitness regime. Gotta be fit for ghost hunting. Wakes up early for a morning job. Has a protein-rich diet.
Made her own playlist for jogs and ghost hunting. Would love the music in Arcane, def “Dynasties & Dystopia”.
Has a voice changer in her Red Huntress so no one(especially her dad) can recognize its her.
The ghosts def aren’t happy with Danny and Vlad for creating her, Danny unintentionally.
After the change, sold some of her more expensive stuff(brands, jewelry, etc) for extra cash and for room, but still has a good amount of stuff to wear. With that said she wouldn’t want to wear the more delicate stuff she has if she’s planning on going Red Huntress and risk it getting damaged or hindering her. Aside for more formal occasions, she sticks to more casual stuff. Doesn’t really wear dresses or skirts as much on account of not wanting to have to change to wear her suit properly.
Has A LOT of trophies and medals🏆🥇 Even had a fancy case for them.
Used to have a gym membership. After the change, she does a lot more parkour and outdoor exercise.
Has taken up gardening. Relaxing and helps save up on food costs. Has grown things such as tomatoes, strawberries, greens and blood blossoms🍅🍓🌱🌹
Grows them on the roof of her apartment complex, and even gives some to the other tenants when she can. Has gotten good tips on gardening from Sam.
Had been getting into tech more on account of her Red Huntress gear. Got to know Tucker more from it🤖 Danny’s cool with it. Just typical maintenance and repair tips, so she doesn’t end up getting herself hurt from potential mishandling or malfunctions. She has ALOT of laser stuff.
Been trying quite a few DIY skin and hair treatments. Has gotten good ones from Jazz🧖♀️
Likes to stargaze to clear her head and relax⭐️ Danny’s shown her some of the best places to view them as well as some cool constellations💖
Usually the one to order the healthiest thing at a restaurant🥗
Was on a lot of the sports teams at school. Quit to focus on her ghost hunting and job.
For the change, not only did her dad lose his job, unable to go back due to how serious his injury was but the hospital bills also hit them financially as well.
HUGE Packers fan🏈🏟🏉 Will die before she lets Vlad have his hands on them.
Still works at Nasty Burger like her OG did. Doesn’t eat a lot of the food but usually brings home some grub for her dad. Also does deliveries, their best one!
The locket she wears was her mom’s. Her name was Valentine. In it a picture of Valetine, her dad and her as a baby.
Now and then, she visits her mother’s grave and talk about things, like she’s talking to her🪦
Fav school subject-Gym💪👟
Fav Gatorade flavour-Orange🍊
Fav seasons-Summer & Fall☀️🍂
Fav animal-Dog🐶 and tiger🐯
Fav movie-Kill Bill. Has the red siren sound as her ring tone. Would also love The Karate Kid🥋
Would love Netflix’s Carmen Sandiego❤️🌎 I think she’d look amazing in the outfits Carmen wears, seriously it’s a REALLY good show.
She and Sid would def be able to relate.
Lost her mom when she was very young. It was pretty traumatic for her.
Throws herself into things, being popular, being athletic, being the Red Huntress as a part of a coping mechanism to ignore deeper issues and not have to feel all it.
What do u think? I’d love to know💖
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For the ficwriter asks! 💫🎀🎈💞
[Writing asks]
💫what is your favorite kind of comment/feedback?
Honestly any kind of (positive) feedback is good feedback in my book, I just love to know that readers are enjoying what I've written even if it’s a small comment. I love when someone tells me how the chapter/work has impacted them, what sort of emotions it gave them or when they point out something that I hadn't even realised myself when I was writing lol-- sometimes there are themes or motifs or other small details that pop out over the course of sharing a longer work and I love when readers pick that up and tell me about it. It’s almost like seeing the work through someone else's eyes which as a writer it isn’t easy to do! Mainly, I just like talking about the characters that I spend so long thinking about and writing about and being obsessed with lol.
🎀give yourself a compliment about your own writing
Aah I didn't think this was going to be this hard!! 😅 Okay so... I think that my writing is quite immersive? I love creating a lush and vivid picture whenever I can, or delving deep into a character's emotions and thoughts, and I feel like that is something that comes across to the reader as well.
🎈describe your style as a writer; is it fixed? does it change?
I'm not sure if what is meant here is the way someone writes (whether someone is a pantser or a planner) or if it's about the writing/prose itself? In this case, I feel like both of those things have sort of changed over the years, or depending on what I'm working on.... In some works I feel like I am more verbose than others for instance. Like whenever I'm writing Patroclus POV my mind often goes into overdrive describing how gorgeous Achilles is LOL he just does that 😂 I also think that my writing becomes less lyrical as time goes on but maybe that's my insecurities creeping in about it being a little flat lately lmaooo. Another thing that has changed is that I used to be able to write somewhat complex and involved plots but for some reason I don't feel like I can do that anymore 😭 it's all vibes man
As for my writing process, I feel like I started mainly as a pantser/planner hybrid, in the sense that I always had an idea of the ending I was writing towards but would make up a lot as I went, but as I gained more experience and figured out an outlining process that works for me, I've become mainly a planner. I still don't often write detailed outlines down, I mostly have it all in my head but it tends to be very clearly laid out before I even start writing.
💞what's the most important part of a story for you? the plot, the characters, the worldbuilding, the technical stuff (grammar etc), the figurative language
Oooh good question. Honestly, I think it’s the plot, with the worldbuilding a close second. I have read entire books or fics where the writing was very mediocre and even had many mistakes just because the premise was interesting and the story kept being interesting, or because the worldbuilding was very engaging. On the other hand, I have abandoned stories where the prose itself was good just because the story was awful lol. As for the characters, I still feel like a strong plot can carry along even a character that isn't as strongly written. However, an interesting character in an uninteresting plot will just get lost regardless.
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