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starry-nights-garden · 9 months

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Ateez as Types of Kisses

✧ Ateez all members x gn!reader ✧ genre: fluff ✧ warnings: a bit suggestive in some parts

Hongjoong:

kisses filled with adoration

like, of course your boyfriend would kiss you with adoration, but at times where he’s reminded of just how much he loves you, he’ll take it to the next level

the way he looks at you, wraps his hands around yours, the way he tells you hushed words of love just before leaning in…

presses his lips against yours so softly, yet with so much passion that you think it’ll sweep you away if it wasn’t for him holding you in place

behind every touch and every movement there’s so much care, and at the same time his kisses ignite a fire within you like only he can

whether that fire turns into a comfortable warmth or a spark of something else depends on the situation, but he for sure will leave you breathless and feeling very loved beyond all else

Seonghwa:

caring kisses

the type to feel like it would be a waste not to pour his feelings for you into every single kiss

of course he won’t become overwhelming with it, he knows how to control it in tiny doses, but still you can unmistakably feel the emotions behind his kisses

he’ll make sure you can feel just how much he cares about you with every time his lips are pressed against yours, or against a spot elsewhere on your body

loves scattering kisses all over you at certain times, taking it slow so he could properly convey to you just how perfect you are to him

will comfort you with a gentle kiss whenever you need him by your side, and even when you’re not in need his kisses are always there to remind you that he’ll protect you no matter what

Yunho:

kisses that feel like home

there’s nothing that makes him feel warmer inside than to welcome you in his arms after a long day, pulling you into a hug and connecting his lips with yours unhurriedly, but without hesitation

and his lips feel so perfect on yours, like that’s where you belong and like they’re a place you never want to leave

but you have to part eventually, and instead of leaving you waiting and longing for more, Yunho will immediately notice the way you’re still staring at his mouth

chuckles about it a little, but he won’t waste much time that could also be spent kissing you again

though he’s the one holding you so safely, you can now feel him melting against you, warmth engulfing the both of you as your lips linger on the other’s, wishing you could stay like this forever

Yeosang:

forehead kisses

whether it’s him giving them to you or the other way around - he loves forehead kisses and hopefully you do too!!

but i mean… what’s not to love about the way he leans in, blushing and feeling a bit shy, before leaving just a chaste peck in the middle of your forehead, only to pull back and smile at you like you’re his whole world?

loves cheek kisses too, and in general likes to give you small pecks wherever he can reach

butterflies going wild in his stomach if you do it back, and even more so if you surprise him with a spontaneous kiss on the cheek or nose or wherever

so pure about it too, and can’t stop grinning to himself because of how much he loves you and how much you make his heart race

San:

deep kisses

the type of kisses where you know exactly what you’re getting yourself into if you don’t tear yourselves apart after a few

that’s just the thing with him, it’s all or nothing, and if you’re already starting to make out there’s no way he’ll have it in himself to stop anytime soon

can’t keep himself from pouring all his feelings for you into his kisses and the way his hands are holding onto you or dancing along your body

his heart racing and the need to feel more of you rising, all he sees is you in that very moment

and even when it’s just a soft kiss that he’s sharing with you, he somehow still manages to put a lot of meaning behind it

smiles at you after like he’s never loved anyone like this before, and will definitely blush when you go in for another kiss

Mingi:

chaste kisses

he’s a bit shy about all kinds of physical affection, especially when you first start dating, and would never ever kiss you in front of someone else

is more comfortable with taking things slow and needs a lot of reassurance along the way, so it’s only natural he’d be a bit timid with his kisses as well

but the way he leans in to place a clumsy peck on your cheek makes you giggle, and when he presses his lips against yours it warms your heart because you can feel how much this guy loves and trusts you

actually prefers simply hugging you and holding you close to kissing most of them time

but if you ask him for a kiss he’ll be filled with joy and will carefully grant your wish, taking the time to savour the taste of your lips

Wooyoung:

neck kisses

of course he likes kissing you on the lips just as much, but he’s a big tease and so neck kisses are his favourite go-to

will actually give you welcome-home kisses on the neck instead of on your mouth

the type to use his position when hugging you from behind to the fullest by letting his lips ghost above the skin on your nape to tease you, simply because he wants to hear you whine about how he should kiss you already

but even during more serious situations, like when you’re in need for comfort and he’s simply holding you with his arms securely wrapped around you he’ll opt for neck kisses because at this point that’s just your thing

will pour all his love and care for you that he doesn’t know how to better express into his kisses then, and the way he nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck might even succeed in making you smile

Jongho:

feathery light kisses

he’s a bit shy about physical affection too, so very often he’ll simply give you a peck on the lips, on your cheek, or wherever he can reach

hopes you still know what he’s trying to convey with his chaste kisses, and that the lack of boldness is in no way equivalent to a lack of love for you

but even when he does kiss you properly there’s a certain lightness to his touch, whether that’s while brushing his lips against the back of your hand or pressing them onto your mouth firmly

can’t help but smile into the kiss when he feels you returning it, but eventually he’ll become serious

likes to simply rest his forehead against yours and just enjoy having you close afterwards, and if you pull him in for another kiss a while later, he can feel his heart soar and will certainly not let go of you for however long you’re sharing slow kisses with each other

#ateez reactions #ateez fluff #ateez x reader #ateez x you #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #hongjoong fluff #seonghwa fluff #yeosang fluff #yunho fluff #san fluff #mingi fluff #wooyoung fluff #jongho fluff #fluff #reaction

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mm-lurking · 3 months

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It's too late - Blade

Angst, angst and angst. Because I wanted to write pain. I tried a new perspective so apologies if it's confusing!

Warning: Blade x fem! reader, there is literally not a single drop of comfort in here, it's pure angst. I am not sorry

WC: 2238 – The tension is suffocating at the Exalting Sanctum in the Xianzhou Luofu. It is so thick you could cut it with a knife. The sun is hanging low in the sky as Blade stands on the other side from the Astral Express members and the general of the Luofu, Jing Yuan. No words are exchanged but enough emotions are conveyed through the glares and stiff body language from everyone in front of him.

Blade calmly observes the people. There is backup from the cloud knights behind the general and the Astral Express. He glances at the battlefield and takes note of the extra backups on the adjacent side of the general. As usual, this fight will be nothing more than child’s play; after all, taking out several enemies in one go was his bread and butter. The cloud knights weren’t even worth his attention, for they were just training dummies in his eyes.

“Member of the Stellaron Hunter, your games have come to an end. Drop your weapon and surrender.”

Jing Yuan steps forward as he speaks with authority. There is a glint in his eyes that only Blade understands, it’s a glint that asks him to quietly comply with whatever the general is planning. Both parties know that he cannot be held hostage, for Kafka would save him one way or the other. Besides, Jing Yuan’s past with the wanted criminal would mean that no matter what, he could never be in serious trouble on the Luofu.

“You impede me.”

Blade scowls. If it was just Jing Yuan and his pathetic guards, he could have handled it alone, but why was the Astral Express here too? This was supposed to be a Xianzhou Alliance situation and it had nothing to do with the outsiders. A soft zap fills the air when he conjures his sword and points it towards the general, ready to fight. He narrows his eyes when he sees how the general nods his head and smiles. Things were going his way indeed.

“It appears that communication will not suffice any longer. My friends from the Astral Express, get ready.”

Jing Yuan sternly commands his companions as he also gets in the position to fight. Yet when he’s about to draw his sword he’s stopped by Dan Heng who extends his arm out.

“General, you haven’t recovered from Phantylia completely. We will take care of this. I’m sure Stelle, March and I can handle him. Besides we have all the backup we need, you needn't get yourself involved.”

“Confident aren’t we today?”

Blade mocks from the distance and Dan Heng snaps his head towards him, frowning. An evil grin slowly appears on Blade’s face as he confidently walks closer with his sword ready.

“Traitor of the Xianzhou,” He says wickedly, “how about a rematch-!”

There is no time for Dan Heng to prepare as Blade rapidly starts to attack him left and right leaving no room for him to think. The swords clash loudly with one another as they go back and forth with each other. Even with March 7th and Stelle aiding, Blade evades one hit after the other, skillfully wielding his sword to deflect their advances. Fury is evident in his eyes and his mania for revenge is crystal clear from the aggression he displays with his weapon.

Everyone moves out of the way as they both battle their way through on the ground, afraid to get involved. Dan Heng manages to warn the others to not interfere as he single-handedly struggles to keep up with Blade. The hostility between the two is too dangerous for anyone to be dragged in. Their exchange is like a dance, a dance of danger and death with the loud noises of their weapons being the melody. It doesn’t take long for the Vidyadhara descendant to get cornered by the Stelleron Hunter as he struggles to push the man off.

“Give up.”

Blade smirks as he watches the man struggle to push his weapon away. Jing Yuan, who had been carefully watching from a distance, chooses to intervene now as he rushes over and aids Dan Heng. The battle continues once again, this time with Jing Yuan being the receiver of Blade’s blows. The general manages to push Blade back to his original spot; the sounds of their swords getting sharper and louder with each strike.

“Blade this is enough.”

“Hmph.”

He sighs knowing he can’t get past Blade’s stubbornness. They both continue to fight endlessly, neither one willing to put down the sword first.

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The wind whizzes past your face as you sprint as fast as possible to find Blade. At this time of the day, you would usually be heading back home from work. However, a moment ago Stelle messaged you, informing you of the conflict between Blade and Dan Heng, urgently pleading for your assistance. You agreed as there was nothing more important than stopping your man from killing his archnemesis. You rush to the location, panting and wheezing as you go up and down the flight of stairs and the maze-like corridors to finally arrive at the scene.

You are appalled by the sight in front of you. Several cloud knights are lying around on the floor injured while the others have retreated from fear of getting involved. The Astral Express members are in one corner trying to stop their male companion from joining the general to fight Blade. Your eyes finally land on Blade, who is effortlessly battling Jing Yuan with a psychopathic smile on his face. Chills run down your spine as you try to figure out what to do without getting caught in the heat of it. Unfortunately for you, fate has other plans.

Dan Heng refuses to stay put as he pushes Stelle and March 7th out of his way, stumbling to get to Jing Yuan. On the other side, Blade who hasn’t stopped striking even once, sees Dan Heng out of the corner of his eyes and grins. Without a word, he distances himself from the general putting enough space between the two so he can lift his sword and hurl it towards Dan Heng.

You watch in horror as the sword flies through the battlefield, its course set to hurt the Vidyadhara. Instinctively you bolt towards Dan Heng, using your body as a shield to prevent him from getting hurt. Everything happens so fast, yet you feel like your world is in slow-mo. You manage to interfere just in time as the sword flies halfway in its path and pierces you instead. The momentum makes the sword push through your skin and organs and comes out from your back causing you to stagger. You want to yell and scream but the agony and pain make your throat locked, unable to breathe or say anything. You hear Dan Heng shout your name but his voice feels so far away as your mind goes blank and eyes widen. The yelling makes Jing Yuan turn around and Blade freeze up when his eyes land on you. All three men are stunned as they look at what has occurred.

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“..!!”

His world is spinning. Everything around him is a blur in his eyes as he dashes forward, past Jing Yuan, to catch you in his arms right as you hit the ground. His mind is racing full of thoughts, confused and shocked as to where you came from and how he didn’t see you. The look of horror doesn’t leave his face as he stares at what he has done; his sword has impaled through your body completely like a fishball on a skewer. Blood leaks out of you like a waterfall, spreading through your clothes, his hands and the floor. You cough out blood and it trickles down your chin, falling on his fingers. The sight is too gruesome to see even for him, yet he cannot look away.

“B-blade…”

You say very weakly as you look at his face. Your voice is so soft that even the subtle breeze threatens to carry it away.

“You…!”

He manages to choke out, holding you tightly in his arms. His gaze flickers all over your body trying to make sense of your situation. Your fingers loosely cling onto his coat in an attempt to consolidate him.

“It’s ok…love…”

His heartbeat is through the roof as he watches you struggling to speak. You slowly lift your bloody left hand and he latches on to it immediately, tightening his fingers around your shaky palm. There is a small smile on your face as you gently brush his cheek with all your strength.

“Don’t-”

He’s struggling to find the right words. What can he say? What is there left to say?

“I love you…”

His eyes widen when you say so and he shakes his head.

“No, don’t- don’t-” You both know you don’t have time left. You cannot be saved but he refuses to believe it. “Please don’t-”, he continues, “you can’t-”

Tears spill from your eyes as you stare into his crimson eyes for one last time, admiring the mysteries of his depths that you never got to fully explore in this lifetime. You muster your final breath and slowly speak.

“I love you very much…”

The hand on his cheek drops on the floor with a loud thud and his breath hitches. The tiny smile on your face recedes and your eyes close as your body goes limp. He shakes you gently trying to wake you up.

“?!?!”

He yells out your name in distress. Despite his attempts, you don’t wake up. He desperately shakes you over and over, pleading for you to open your eyes one last time, for you to speak to him once more, for you to just smile at him once again, to wake up and tell him it’s a joke or that it’s just a bad dream he’s having but alas, you have departed to a place he has spent his cursed life seeking and hopelessly wishing for. Death had come for you before him and once again he had to watch another loved one leave him alone in this empty world full of lies and deceptions. You, the one thing he considered to be the light in his darkness, the star in his empty sky, had also dimmed.

Jing Yuan and Dan Heng come over quickly, still too staggered to process everything. They look back and forth between Blade and you with no words good enough to speak. He continues to hold you tightly, unwilling to let go of you even if seeing his sword in your body breaks him in ways he cannot comprehend.

“Bla-”

“Leave us alone.”

He says weakly as he stares at your now peaceful face. Your eyes are closed and you look so calm as if a giant sword wasn’t anchored into your body. His bloody hand finds its way to your cheek and he softly strokes it, cherishing every touch he has remaining.

“Blade you have to-”

“I said leave us alone!”

Blade yells out at the two men, his voice hoarse from the events that have unfolded. Anger and pain swirl in his bloodshot eyes as he tries to keep himself under control. He turns back to look at you, his eyes softening once again.

“She’s gone….”

He mutters to himself, still holding you tightly. Jing Yuan stays rooted in his spot for a while before gesturing for his knights to leave to give some privacy to you both.

“She wasn’t supposed to be here…where did she come from..?”

Jing Yuan watches his long-time friend mumbling quietly, unsure if he should say anything.

“I killed her…I did this.”

“It was not on purpose. We didn’t know she would get caught in the middle of this.”

The general finally says something, carefully picking his words to not aggravate the swordsman. Silence falls once again and Dan Heng gestures at Jing Yuan to leave with him.

“She needs to be buried soon, Blade. Call for us when you’re ready.”

They give you both one last glance before walking away with the other two Astral Express members. There is an unsettling calmness in the air as everyone leaves the two of you alone. It wasn’t supposed to end like this. It was just supposed to be the usual antics between him and the general. He only had to spar with Dan Heng, have the general interfere and then make his escape. It was supposed to be as simple as that without you involved. He was supposed to meet you at Aurum Alley at sunset yet here he was, holding your dead body during sundown.

Blade is not a man of emotions yet he finds his eyes becoming misty as he continues staring at you, unable to move or speak. He struggles to breathe, heaving while trying to process your death, replaying your fall over and over like a broken radio. Fate truly enjoyed playing its cruel tricks on him, making him dance around like a puppet on strings. He was imprisoned in a glass jail for eternity as he watched everyone live out their dreams while his faded away. No matter how hard he tried to find happiness in his cursed immortal life, it was always snatched away. He looks at you one last time, caressing your cheeks before kissing your cold forehead gently.

In this lifetime, he was never meant to be happy. ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ ©mm-lurking 2024 do not copy, steal or reuse my work.

#honkai star rail #blade x reader #blade hsr #hsr x reader #blade x you #hsr angst #blade angst #hsr blade #no fluff #pure angst #yingxing #stellaron hunters #blade x fem! reader #blade x female reader #blade x y/n

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multi-fandom-imagine · 1 month

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Imagine Nico, Mordechai, and Viktor with an S/O that is an artist.

Nico would constantly be hyping you up and wanting you to draw/paint him. He would even offer to model for you!

Mordechai would support you but also ask that you try to keep your area clean. He hates messes. He would push you to submit your work to local art galleries cause he wants you to succeed.

Viktor would love watching you. The quiet that fills the air between you while you work feels so peaceful to him. But he wouldn't like you painting him, he would tell you to paint something beautiful instead and get flustered when you tell him that he is beautiful.

These are all facts and I agree with every single one of them.

Nico bragging to anyone that will listen { even ones that wont } about how amazing you are. The Marigold Gang members are tired of it but they're to scared to even say anything but they are impressed with how much talent you have.

Nico that makes his boss Atlas buy your work because you deserve all the recognition in the world,he's so proud of you.

Would be up for a little fun with the paints, Nico wouldn't say no to painting you.

Mordecai who is in awe of your artwork but will mostly stay silent about it. { He's never been good at conveying his emotions }

Keep's the first thing you drew for him in his wallet, while its small Mordecai treasures it. He doesn't know what he'd do if he lost it.

Turned his once clean office space, into your own art space. Mordecai knows that you do your best but it is hard so at least now you have your own space that can be a mess.

Know's you won't submit your own art work so he does it himself, Mordecai knows you deserve it.

Viktor is touched when you use him as any inspiration. He doesn't understand why you would ever want to paint him.

Is very at peace when you paint, Viktor feel's at peace when he's with you.

Keep's everything you paint for him on his wall, Viktor will reluctantly give one to Ivy or Mitiz a painting for free.

Rocky will have to buy one.

Viktor will do his best to get your name out there though he may end up sound like you're threatening them.

Mordecai end's up helping the man when he begrudgingly ask's

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rigberts · 1 year

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thinking about how insane the demon slayer art style and character design is. like, the the nose, mouth, and face shapes of everyone in the main cast are virtually identical regardless of gender, and yet every single character has a very distinct personality at first glance. And unlike other popular anime, it isn't their rainbow hair colors or painstakingly customized uniforms that help the audience tell them apart (though I do love their outfits).

It's almost entirely their eyes.

The best example of this is probably shinobu. Her eyes are enormous, round, and purple, things associated with femininity. However, they have no pupil or sclera and have a matte gradient effect. The gradient effect gives an appearance similar to an insect's compound eyes, giving a nod to her abilities and character aesthetic, but more importantly, the lack of reflected light makes her eyes look completely dead. This tells you everything you need to know about shinobu's character. She's beautiful and graceful in her appearance and mannerisms, but she's also lost the most important thing in her life, is capable of great cruelty towards her enemies, takes a sadistic delight in their pain, and her cheerful and benevolent persona is a facade. Basically, by just drawing a couple of carefully shaded circles, the artist lets you know that even if this character acts lively and upbeat, that fact that there is no light behind her eyes shows that it is false.

This is thrown into even greater contrast when a flashback is shown of kanae, shinobus late sister, who we know that shinobu seeks to imitate with her faux cheerfulness. Though their faces are identical, their eyes couldn't be more different. Where shinobus eyes are matte and reflect no light, kanaes are glossy and have three enormous highlights in each eye, making her look literally starry eyed, and that's reflected in her personality. Kanae is shown to kind, overly idealistic, and optimistic to the point of being airheaded: the exact opposite of shinobu, who is bitter, cunning, and capable of great cruelty.

Anyway demon slayer really makes the most of visual storytelling in even its smaller details.

Some other highlights in character design:

rengoku's constantly wide eyes with their rings of contrasting color that almost resemble an optical illusion perfectly convey everything about his most important character trait, his unrelenting intensity. Additionally, depending on context, his wide-eyed appearance can either be played for laughs or deeply unnerving, depending on whether his neverending enthusiasm is being directed towards complimenting tasty food or carving up his enemies with a smile.

Obanai has heterochromia identical to that of a cat, and let's be real, his personality is pretty cat-like. He's proud, disdainful, and judgemental of others, but he is also full of unconditional love for Mitsuri, even if he usually only shows it by quietly enjoying her company. Plus, it's also revealed that the reason obanai fell in love with mitsuri is because she is a genuine person who doesn't push his boundaries, giving him someone he can truly be comfortable around. Anyone who's interacted with a cranky stray cat before can tell you how familiar that sounds.

Nezuko has three separate sets of eyes throughout the series. As a human, her pupils are pink with complicated black shading and with a white highlight, once again hinting at her innocence. As a demon she usually has pink eyes with a circular highlight, but all the shading and therefore all the "depth" is gone. Since she doesn't remember that her family was killed and has somewhat regressed to a childlike state, nezuko still has her innocence (as shown by the highlight) but has lost her complexity that made her fully human. When she becomes enraged, her pupils become dark and slitted and her irises lose their reflective sheen, showing that not only is she monstrous, she has temporarily regained the capacity for anger and other dark emotions, and lost the ignorance/innocence that keeps her monstrous instincts at bay.

Muichiro has no memory of anything but the last three months of his life, and likewise, his eyes are foggy and dull

In the case of aoi, the square, blocky shape of her pupil implies a lot about her character: the fact that she's somewhat ordinary and a reliable, steady ally, even if she can be a little stiff.

I'm fairly certain that tanjirous red eyes were supposed to have narrative importance and signal that he is a descendant of yoriichi until it was decided at some point that yoriichi had no children and tanjirou was a descendant of a friend of yoriichi instead (either that or the reveal was planned from the beginning and the eye color was a red herring), but that's beside the point. Tanjirous eyes are red with dark shading, and do not have a highlight, though they do have a white pupil. This combination represents tanjirous emotional maturity, the combination of negativity and positivity. Unlike shinobu, who has no light in her eyes and is controlled by her resentment, and kanae, who has nothing but light in her eyes and was idealistic to the point of foolishness, tanjirou has both. Yes, he has suffered, he lost almost his entire family, even after he dedicated his entire self to caring for them after his father's death. However, tanjirou is still a fundamentally compassionate and hopeful person. No, Tanjirou is far from the first shonen protagonist who is kind and a genuinely good person (Luffy, Naruto, and Goku come to mind), he is one of the more emotionally intelligent ones. Tanjirou empathizes with the demons and recognizes the suffering that made them into monsters, but at the end of the day, he still kills them. There is no talk no jutsu, there is no transformation of enemies into allies, and there is no sparing of enemies out of respect for their fighting prowess. Though Tanjirou recognizes that demons are tragic and pitiful, he also knows that they are creatures that survive only on the slaughter of innocents. This isn't to say that stories about redemption or forgiveness or once-feared villains turning into the protagonists wacky neighbor are inherently bad, far from it. But for the story that demon slayer is, tanjirou is the perfect fit. And you can tell, just by looking in his eyes.

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #tanjirou kamado #nezuko kamado #iguro obanai #rengoku kyojuro #muichiro tokito #shinobu kocho #kanae kocho #aoi kanzaki

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shsy7573 · 4 months

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Random Lucifer (Hazbin Hotel) Character/Song Analysis Kinda Thing… I Guess

Okay, so yeah, Luci has 100% taken over this page. So what? I’m not obsessed, you are.

Anyway, I’ve been listening to “More Than Anything” on repeat since it dropped, and like a lot of the fandom I tear up every single time… but unlike a lot of the fandom, it’s not because of the sweet father-daughter moment (which, don’t get me wrong, doesn’t help the situation because it’s just so damn wholesome).

No, what gets me is how, just through a couple subtle moments, the show is able to convey just how absolutely shattered Luci is as a character. And, you know, because he’s my favourite, bestest, snek-baby-duck-boy, it makes me a little emotional…

So now you’re all gonna hear about what goes through my mind every time I listen to it. YAY!

“Charlie! You don’t understand, Heaven never listens. They didn’t listen to me. They won’t listen to you!” / “You don’t know that—” / “I do!”

It starts before the song even truly begins. When I’m listening, it’s usually these first few lines that grab my attention. I end up replaying the first 4-5 seconds of the song over and over again because the pain in that “I do” is so fucking good! (And because I like to suffer apparently cuz I end up sad. Life of an angst lover I guess).

It’s the first time we see him with actual tears in his eyes. The raw delivery of that line is so attention grabbing, and manages to say so much in such little words.

I think the reason this particular scene tickles my brain so much is because it’s the breaking point for his character in a way. I am, and always will be, a sucker for moments where a character’s walls finally come down, and we get to see what’s been festering inside. When their deepest thoughts and how much they’re hurting are revealed. The entire song is what that is for Lucifer, starting with these two words right here. I truly cannot put into words just how much my breath is taken away by Jeremy’s delivery of this line. I cannot articulate how much I love it, and how important it is for Luci’s character. it just hits so deep and so right for me and I love it.

Lucifer isn’t just saying that he knows Heaven isn’t going to care about her plan (I don’t think anyone thought that’s all he was saying but whatever). He is saying that he knows what Heaven does to dreamers. He knows what they’ll do because he has already been there, and it destroyed him. They took his ideas that they saw as too outlandish, and they squashed them. Cast him aside. And he paid the price for it when he went bashing their back and did his own thing anyway.

Luci is a broken dreamer. Throughout the entire episode, and the series as a while, we are given very strong hints of this. However, it’s not until this song that we really see it in action. It’s not until these moments that we are able to see past both the veils of “Imposing King of Hell” and “Goofy Guy who’s trying his best but not great at Dadding,” and get a look at how genuinely depressed this man is.

“My dreams were too hard to defend.”

This scene eight here. The more I see it, the more I fall in love with it. Just a great example of ‘show don’t tell.’

He’s talking about having big ideas, he’s talking about giving people a chance and reaching outside the normal, he’s talking about being cast out of Heaven. I just love the parallel he’s drawing between Charlie’s mission, and his own past.

Charlie created the hotel in an attempt to give people who have been seen as lesser to all of Heaven some sort of chance. She is choosing to have faith in them, and to open up opportunities for them to lead a better life.

Lucifer, when he gave Eve the fruit, was taking a chance to allow humanity the chance to have free will. He wanted them to experience everything life had to offer for themselves like angels got to. He offered a chance for them to lead a better life.

He had everything, and he had complete faith that what he was doing was right. All the light and hope of his dreams was right in the palm of his hand. He had so many ideas that he thought, if they were saw through, would make the world a better place.

But it didn’t work out for him.

“And in the end, I won’t lose it all again.”

Now, the first seconds of dialogue may be what I keep rewatching, but this has got to be my favourite visual of the entire song. It’s such powerful imagery, and I fangirl over it every time.

Look at how small he looks in that shot (I know, I know, he’s tiny regardless, but like seriously). He is completely outnumbered, hopelessly overpowered, totally at the mercy of all his Heavenly superiors… and he’s all alone.

He lost everything because he had the gall to dream. It’s not hard to look at the song (and the episode at large, really) and find not only his feelings of being wronged, but also his immense guilt. It shows in how much he hates Sinners. They are basically the worst of what he did, a constant reminder of the day his mistake caused him to lose his home and everything he held dear, and they are all he gets to see. Only being permitted to see your failures for all eternity? No wonder he’s fucking depressed.

The day Heaven cast him out was the day he stopped dreaming. Because dreaming big only leads to pain, failure, and suffering.

“I just don’t want you to be crushed by them like… like I was.”

This next moment is kinda self explanatory and obvious and really doesn’t need any commentary, but I’m gonna talk about it anyway. Because I love it, and I love him, and… you know… angst. I’ve mentioned my lust for it several times now throughout this post, you really shouldn’t be surprised.

I just feel so bad for him. Lucifer made one mistake. One simple, misguided mistake that ended up introducing evil into the world, and all of Heaven came down on him for it. And, you know what, in the narrative presented by the show, what he did wasn’t that bad. He just wanted to give the world’s newest creations the same freedom angels had, and it backfired horribly. Lucifer, like Charlie, was an idealist who saw the best in people and wanted to help.

And what did he get for his good intentions? Shoved into the cesspool he unintentionally created, and forbidden to ever see anything good that came from his dream.

If I had to guess, Lilith was the only thing keeping his mental health afloat for a long time… and then they had Charlie.

“The tales about your lofty dreams. I’d listen breathlessly, imaging it could be me.”

His daughter became the light of his life. Something that he cherished and indulged more than anything else in the world. To him, she was perfect, and he wanted to do right by her in any way he could.

Lilith told their daughter stories of all her father’s dreams regardless of what he thought of them, and when the little princess came asking him… how could he refuse? How could he refuse her anything?

So he shared them with her. All the tales of grandeur, and fantasies of everything he wished the world could have been. All the dreams he had long since let go.

“And in the end, it’s the view I had of you that show me dreams can be worth fighting for.”

Now, the scene where Lily take’s Charlie away has always been excellent brain fodder for me because of how somewhat ambiguous it is. You could interpret his sadness to have SO MANY meanings. However, I have inevitably decided on two potential head-cannons/theories to share here for what could possibly be going through Snek-King’s head.

One: Lucifer loves his daughter, but he feels estranged and like he’s failed her in some way. She’s such a joy, such a wonder, and in a way it's his fault she’s trapped down here with all of human ties worst. He wasn’t to be close to her, and to make the world perfect for her… but he already feels like he’s failed her in the most unforgivable way. He keeps his distance because part of him doesn’t want her to have a super high of an opinion of him. It’s kind of his depression manifesting, saying that ‘she shouldn’t admire you and your stupid dreams when they’re the reason she’ll never see true light and happiness.’

The angst addict in me likes this one more, but still I’ve got another one that always pops.

Two: He feels like he’s selling her false hope, and he can kind of see the place her innocence is headed. He’s seen the horrors of the world, and he knows the more he indulges her dreams and fantasies, the more she’ll suffer when she sees that’s not what the world is like. He knows from personal experience how much it hurts when your dreams come undone, when you lose hope in the world.

Listening to Charlie’s actual lyrics, she tells him that he was the one who inspired her to dream, that he was right to dream, and that she’s not going to back down. In the song, Luci realises that 1: maybe he didn’t fuck us as badly as he thought and that she actually doesn’t blame him and wants her in his life and/or 2: she has her mother’s willpower, and she’s never going to stop dreaming or let her world be sullied like he did. She’s so much stronger than he was.

So he lets her in.

(Side note… AWWW, look how TINNYY he is! He’s so small. The start contrast in the second image gets me every time)

There’s a bit of symbolism in the song which I ABSOLUTELY adore, and it has to do with the wings. In the flashback, Charlie mentions his “lofty dreams,” when we see the duck, which later transforms to have multiple sets of wings. Later in the song, when Lucifer finally lets her in, he also sprouts those wings.

And I just love this, because I think it acts as the perfect symbolism of him finally opening his mind again. Not just to his daughter, but to the possibility of dreaming in general.

He takes her to a circus, a place filled to the brim with spectacles and thrills, a place where humanities wildest imaginations seem possible.

But even though he’s beginning to open up, and he’s willing to help her in whatever she does, he’s not ‘fixed.’ His depression and self doubt and feelings of hollow emptiness and guilt and apprehension aren’t gone.

And he’s still terrified of seeing her spark go out like his did.

This tiny smile break is so addicting to watch for me. It speaks volumes. Once again, my angst loving heart eats it up every time. It says, “I’m still worried, and there is still so much shit going on in my mind right now about all of this, but I’m here for you.”

And that’s what counts.

Luci’s character showed a lot of colours, and came a long way in this singular episode, but he’s still got a big uphill battle to climb. He still has to come back into his own where dreams are concerned. Maybe he never will, not completely. Realistically, he’ll never go back to the way he was.

But maybe, just maybe, in helping his daughter he’ll find something worth believing in again.

That is, of course, if they decide to give him a character arc beside ‘Dad who is trying and doing better,’ but for that only time will tell.

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And THAT concludes my rant on the Rubber Ducky Ruler. If you stuck around this long, good for you! I wrote this whole thing on a limb at midnight, and NO I’m not going to go back and edit it because why would I ever want to see all the horrid grammatical and spelling errors I’ve inevitably made.

Maybe I’m off the mark on all of this. Maybe I’m head-cannoning too much. Maybe I’m just trying to suck out every hint of potential angst out of a song that’s supposed to be sweet and wholesome. That’s for you to decide. But for me, I’ve decided that I’m satisfied with this analysis. In the end, I just needed to express all the thoughts bumbling around in my head SOMEWHERE before I exploded, and unfortunately, I feel like I’ve run all my friends dry talking about this baby to them, so now it’s your turn. But, anyways, I think that about wraps things up. It’s time to go to bed.

Farewell, stay hydrated, and have a lovely rest of your day/night :)

#hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer hazbin hotel #hazbin lucifer #lucifer #character analysis #kind of #bless my angst loving heart #I just had to talk about him

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jellojelli · 10 months

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Blade Boyfriend Headcanons

*a/n: I recently got Blade and I love him :,) also my first attempt at any n s ! w so please let me know if I should keep at it or just leave it be!*

As always, 🛑Minors DNI🛑

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Sfw

To start off, being with Blade romantically would be very challenging even for the most patient and understanding of people

This is quite literally because Blade is a very single minded and broken individual, the man has literally given up his name and identity to become like a blade and to be a stronger person. And on top of that I imagine having a regenerative ability that stops him from dying even when being stabbed and torn apart makes him a little insane in the membrane

However, once you have his attention it is very easy to worm your way into his heart

The only reason it feels like a challenge and why you have to be patient and understanding is because Blade doesn’t know how to act on these new feelings. This can lead to a lot of misunderstandings on your part because of his continued cold attitude. I mean the guy seemingly ignores you and gives curt answers no matter how long you’ve known him or how long you’ve been trying to romance him

But give him some time to finally ask someone Kafka about these new feelings and he’ll start trying to be more soft with you while following the advice given to him on how to win you over and ask you to be his

Don’t be surprised that his confession isn’t all drawn out, rehearsed, or even all that romantic. He tried his best, but in the end he couldn’t see the point in recreating a movie scene so he simply waited for the both of you to be alone before confessing

Even though he didn’t want to recreate a scene from some cheesy romance movie he ended up being really cool and cheesy anyways. I mean the guy literally waited until nighttime hit and then caressed your face while saying you made him “feel all these unnecessary feelings” when you were with him points if you know what I’m referencing hehe

Also he has zero concerns for your species. He may be a long life species cursed with self-healing, but that will never stop him from loving you once he’s able to convey those emotions. He’ll be damned if he lets you being a short-life species or a Vidyahara stop him from being with you or your reincarnations. Literally once you have him, you have him for the rest of his accursed existence

Blade would literally and very easily kill for you once you’re his. Rest easy knowing that your enemy is his enemy 10x over and should he ever see them they will pay the price for ever wronging you. Don’t worry though, you don’t have to make his enemies yours. He understands that the way he operates isn’t exactly normal, plus he has his pride to deal with on accepting help and he’d rather you didn’t put yourself in unnecessary, dangerous situations for his sake

Speaking of, this man will become livid and scarily angry if you do stupid things, especially if you’re doing it for him. He trusts you, he knows you’re strong in your own way, but don’t mistake his knowledge of that for him wanting or being okay with you being in those situations

He will not initiate physical affection with you, even in private. It’s not that he doesn’t want to, but he has too much pride to go up to you for a lil huggy or a kissy

Blade will subtly melt at any affection you give him though. Hugs will make his body relax, you can literally feel his body slump onto yours when you give him any type of hug. His favorites are back hugs and when you make him wrap his arms around you while you look up at him, so jot that down. Kisses are strictly for when it’s just the two of you. He doesn’t really care about pda or things like that, but he is a touch possessive and he would sooner be dead then let anyone see you or him in such a vulnerable and intimate way

He’s also a huge sucker for forehead kisses, giving and receiving. Blade really enjoys when you kiss his forehead and move down to kiss his nose and then lips before he has to leave or before you leave on a mission or for personal reasons

Dates with Bladie are interesting for lack of a better word

Mans will literally take you to the most breathtaking, gorgeous corner of the universe and deadass tell you take up your weapon for some training

Now this kind of situation is only on the rare occasions he takes some initiative and asks you to come with him. Most of the time you will be taking him somewhere that you want to go to since he only wants to train or hunt down someone

Idk about y’all, but I can see this man willingly being your bag holder if you enjoy shopping?? Like don’t ask for his opinion on anything because he will not give you anything more than logical and boring responses (“what’s the point of getting a shirt like that? You will have to destroy it the second an enemy appears.”) but he will hype you up in his own way by assuring you that yes, you look beautiful/handsome in any piece of clothing you could possibly pick up. He’ll repeat himself as many times as he has to as well

Blade is a very silent man so not gonna lie you will be the main person talking at every given moment. I mean he literally just stares at you the whole time you talk and nods or hums at certain points. Don’t think he isn’t listening though or that he won’t call out you for adding in some weird detail to see if he’s listening because trust me, he is holding onto to your every word like it’s the words from an Aeon

Surprisingly, he remembers every anniversary and is quite the romantic for his standards

While it’s nothing grand, Blade will gift you a single rose with a hand written note. He always leaves it on your nightstand and he never stays after

You will have to hunt this man down to give him your gift and thank him for the rose and the note

Bladie here can be a bit of a sap when he writes, especially because he agonized over it and, again, swallowed his pride to ask Kafka how to convey these feelings in a way you would like

While he doesn’t really need to be patched up after battles, if you insist to bandage him up his heart melts just a bit and maybe he feels a twinge of guilt at making you worry for his well-being

Fights likely don’t happen often between you two unless you like to be reckless or have intentions of changing him or stopping him from hunting down those that owe him. The last two things you have to accept to be in a relationship with Blade. He can compromise and even 100% change his ways for just about anything else that involves you and him, but he will never stop pursuing those that he has sworn to make pay. Being reckless though will always drive him up a wall. He loves you with his entire being even if he cannot express it well, and the one thing he wants from you is for you to stay with him for as long as you physically can

If you can’t keep yourself from being reckless Blade has no issues punishing you by ignoring you or being cold to you. He also isn’t above mentioning your behavior to Kafka or having her pass it on to Elios that you may mess up his script by not behaving or getting involved in something you can’t handle. Blade won’t even care if you ignore him over it or yell at him, in the end if he can keep you as safe as possible a few hurtful words or lonely nights don’t matter to him in the long run

Nsfw

Blade is strictly a top and he will not relinquish his control in the bedroom for anyone

Not to say that he won’t try things with you or even let you think that you’re in control, but just know that in any situation Blade is the one allowing things to happen or not and he can and will put a stop to it and put you back into place

He can be rough and almost animalistic when it comes to sex. I’m talking fast, rough fucking while he growls in your ear and mutters absolute filth to you

I cannot see him being explicitly turned on by any talk play like degrading or praise, however, he lets some mocking praise slip out when you obey and act good for him

Sex is also serious with him, he’s not stuffy or uncomfortable with these situations, but he wouldn’t appreciate you cracking jokes or making light of your intimate moments. Would let it slide though during your first few times together and especially if it’s your first time in general as he can’t fault you for being nervous

Into biting and marking both ways

Literally makes him go even faster and harder when you bite him or when you start scratching down his back. You also have some impressive bite marks from him and hickies litter your entire body. This also includes cum marking and he would get excited again at record speeds seeing you covered in his spend. God help you if you try and tease him by licking it off your fingers or smear it more on yourself

He’s also into both edging and overstimulating you. He loves the power he has over you by being the only one to allow you to cum or being the one making you orgasm until you physically can’t anymore. Don’t even think about trying to edge or overstimulate him though because he will make you pay for it

Blade will also go all night and well into the morning if your body can keep up with it

Listen, Blade is a master at finger fucking. I mean he trains with a sword and is hella strong in his arms and hands because of that and he doesn’t mind using his strength and dexterity to deliver the most mind blowing finger fuck of your life

N O T into toys. Doesn’t matter if they can help overstimulate you or pleasure you better while you get him off. As I said before, he’s a bit possessive and nothing will pleasure you other than his mouth, fingers, cock, or his body in general. Don’t even dream of it, he won’t allow it. Expect for him to literally trash any toy he finds and show you that he’s better than any stupid vibrator or dildo that any world could produce

I’ll be honest, I don’t see him being into oral, giving it or receiving. I mean he wouldn’t deny you or not go down on you because of that, and if you’re really set on sucking him off he won’t say no unless it calls for it. But he would rather fuck you and be inside of you that way instead of your mouth. Though he does like receiving it sometimes, especially when he’s having more of a power trip or when he’s proving a point after finding some toy you may have bought

If he does give you oral, he prefers it when you sit on his face. And I mean sit on this man’s face. If you don’t put your weight on him he can and will grab your thighs and bring you down how he wants you. This is the only time he’s giving you some kind of control, so you better sit and ride his face until he’s decided you’ve had enough

***Literally blushing and banging my head on a wall for writing this, how do y’all write like this and not want to crawl into a hole. Anyways how do y’all tag this kinda content and keep tumblr from shadow banning the work/profile***

#honkai star rail #hsr #hsr blade #blade x you #blade x reader #blade smut #hsr smut

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kimakento · 2 months

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i’m hurting, but that's okay

synopsis: koga yudai was the boy you had loved for long, yet he’s always abusing that love you cultivate for him. you’re hurting, but as long it was for him you were fine. ⌙ 3.4k

pairing(s): rich heir!student!koga yudai x student!fem!reader

genre(s): angst

tags: pyramid game!au, heir!yudai, koga yudai as baek harin’s character, fuma as sung suji’s, yudai is vry glorified from reader’s pov, smoker!yudai, original male character (tomo)

warnings: (TRIGGER WARNINGS) physical and emotional abuse, love bombing, heavy manipulation, gaslighting, possessiveness, implications of unhealthy infatuation (from reader)

author’s note: i’ve been so obsessed with pyramid game lately and couldn’t not write something based on it. i wrote this all in one night surprisingly. this is inspired/based off of the pyramid game, with some references to characters (yudai as harin, fuma as suji) it does not include the actual pyramid game yet, but if this is well received and i make a pt2, i will definitely add it in. feel free to notify me if i have missed any warning(s) on this post.

disclaimer: this is in no way a real life depiction of how koga yudai acts in real life, if you cannot distinguish that i suggest you click off now.

“so?”

yudai’s voice was monotone, almost uninterested; a tone he never used with you. he held a cigarette in between his index and middle finger, and blew a puff of smoke in your face.

as docile and timid as you were, you weren’t flat-out stupid — you could tell he was just using you. but you just liked being near him. and for yudai, he thought you to be akin to an obedient pet, fulfilling his every bidding. doubts filled your mind as you nodded, a while ago he had asked you to steal the answers for the coming exams and like the loyal person you were, you did exactly that.

there was just something adorable about you to him. he liked that you were terrified by him, but also infatuated with him simultaneously.

it was fun, to say the least.

your voice wavered as you brought the bunch of unkept papers from your back and handed it to him, “here, i’ve brought it.”

your class all knew about you and him, they all ridiculed you; belittling you to be a mindless and blindly loyal suck-up to him. as much as you liked yudai, you didn’t think there would come a time when he did like you back.

at once, he snatched the papers from your trembling hands and brought them closer. as yudai squinted his eyes, a vexed expression adorned his face. brows furrowed, the creases in between them instensified; conveying his anger. in a fit, he threw them at your face.

“this isn’t even our class’s exams. how can you expect to be around me when a bitch like you doesn’t know how to read?”

your eyes fell to your worn-out shoes, taking in the scent of his — probably expensive — cologne and the acrid odour of smoke. dropping your knees, you collected the crumpled papers immediately.

watching you at his beck and call was… exhilarating.

koga yudai liked when you were so quiet. he liked it when you heeded to him and only him.

but most of all, he loved possessing this boundless power over you.

and you would do absolutely anything to stay in his grip. he didn’t even have to lift a single finger since you were always so desperate to be near him.

scrambling back to your feet, yudai tutted tauntingly at you. a haunting smirk took to his face.

“i must’ve read it wrong then, i’m really sorry,” it was like reasoning with an iron wall. “i’ll return to the staff room and try to get the actual answers, yudai.”

immediately, his face dropped. throwing his cigarette, he snuffed the flame with his boot while his expression hardened.

“don’t ever call me that again if you know what’s good for you.” an expression of confusion took to your face. “it’s ‘k’ to you.”

you knew you fucked up. k hated when anyone called him ‘yudai’. no one, not even you, knew why.

hanging your head down in shame, you nodded meekly in response.

yudai smiled. that’s how he liked you to be, weak and faithful. he despised change, he also hated when his plans were ruined.

that all changed a few weeks later, when a transfer student joined the school.

murata fuma.

he was nice; a little naive to the happenings of the class 2-5 but still kind nonetheless. soon after, fuma became your seatmate. and both of you hit it off straight away, finding common interests and such. that was why you decided to tell fuma to steer clear of yudai to which he agreed. it wasn’t surprising to see yudai wasn’t a fan of this new friendship that was blooming. it ruined his plans, he wanted needed to isolate you from everyone else.

before this ‘fuma’ arrived, everything was all in place and uniformly at that. you were isolated and at his heed; now, however, you were slowly slipping through his fingers. yudai observed from a distance in the school cafeteria as you chatted excitedly with fuma, a hand on his shoulder.

he’d make note to speak with you about this in due time.

while laughing at whatever fuma said, you received a message from yudai; asking commanding you meet him behind the school.

as you trampled on the crackling gravel lightly, you notice yudai leaning against a discarded, crumbling, wooden table. with another cigarette in hand, he drew you in with a hand motion. to be honest, you were frightened that you had something to upset the boy you publicly yearned for. taking broad steps closer, you now could fully inhale the smell of nicotine. eyes drawn to his hands, you raked your gaze over his skeletal fingers, the ones you wanted to hold so dearly.

fingers gripped your jaw tightly, forcing you to look at him, “look at me.” his voice was firm and strict, like he was training an animal. “i don’t keep you around me to run after other men.”

that’s what you were to him. a faithful and obedient dog.

the cigarette still in his other hand, he gave a sarcastic chuckle.

“i don’t quite understand.” one by one, those fingers retracted.

you had upset him.

“are you fucking stupid or what? get your shit together. i know you told him to stay away from me. did you honestly think i wouldn’t know?” with his towering figure looming over you, he took a step closer; the end of the cigarette an inch from your face. “i think you deserve a little punishment, don’t you?”

smoke wafted around the koga heir, concealing his knowing smirk. “give me your hand.”

he put his hand out towards you, nodding for you to put your smaller hand in his. when you didn’t, with an overpowering amount of strength, he yanked your wrist. his nails dug into your arms as you grimaced, knowing what’s to come. the heat of the cigarette hovered around as yudai lowered it to come in contact with the skin of your palm.

the odour of burning flesh invaded your senses and you let out a yelp, retracting your hand away. tears welled up in your eyes as you gazed down at your burn. those same tears fell down to your chin as you looked up in disbelief.

yet you never uttered a word in retaliation. you could never.

“i-i won’t do it again, please.” yudai had never been this upset with you, and you hated it. you’d never been on the receiving side of his unfiltered wrath, usually observing those that had been unlucky to have been.

“if i see you so much as look at that bitch of a transfer student,” the name ‘fuma’ left a bitter taste in his mouth, even refusing to utter it. “expect much worser than this. and you know i never take shit like this lightly.”

he added one last part, “remember this. you don’t want to upset me again.”

again, you nodded; not wanting to even imagine yudai frowning in your direction. a lighthearted smile replaced his previous vexed expression. his plan of isolating you was again reinstated. you were his puppet, as always.

“now, you know i don’t like doing this to you.” your eyes perked up hearing the surprising statement from him. heat rushed to your cheeks as you avoided his gaze.

the right words always at the right time, he knew how to get you to stay in his grasp.

you asked him a simple question, “you don’t?”

and with that, yudai nodded his head and moved a strand of hair out of your eyes. a look of ‘worry’ took over his features as he stared at the purple-brownish burn on your skin. somewhere inside him, a burst of exhilaration ensued at seeing you like this. it was addictive; you still being the follower you always were even after being treated like dirt.

yudai liked that about you, this was your normal.

rough hands wrapped around the wrist of your palm that was hurt and spoke softly, “let’s get you patched up, hm?”

you were hurting, but that was okay. it was all for yudai.

after that day, you swore to keep away from fuma. that included avoiding him when he tried to speak with you at any point of the school day to even blocking his number on your phone. you weren’t necessarily scared of what yudai could do to you (you were to an extent), but you were scared what he’d do to others, especially fuma.

everyone in class school knew koga yudai came from old money, rumour had it that his parents were afraid of him. something to do with him being a ‘psychopath’, you obviously did not believe that though. the boy you were so hopelessly in love with was definitely not a psychopath.

yudai was always so protective of you and cared for you.

all your classmates avoided affiliating with the dangerous heir, terrified of his influence socially as well as economically; even his control over the school system. he would be able to arrange an expulsion for any that happened to be unfortunate get on his bad side.

however for you, that was not the case; yudai had immediately taken a liking to you. you still remembered when you first joined the school.

at first, yudai was intrigued by you. this came as a shock to him, he’d never been this interested in a classmate before, let alone a transfer student? it was your quiet and timid nature, but the fact you still had a presence in the class. ‘oh he had to have you’, he first thought. a plaything like you would perfectly complete his play set, he even thought it to be a bonus that you were seemingly infatuated with him. to him, people were like chess pieces and life was a chess board; you were only a pawn in his game — an easily discardable one at that.

he still remembered when you stumbled over your words whenever you spoke to him; also that he thought it to be sickeningly adorable.

yudai loved playing with people, especially those who were naive.

when in front of you, he put up a front; a kind-hearted, friendly and helpful facade that drew you in quickly.

amongst your first days, you had decided on studying in the library. observing your classmates whispering secretly, you unconsciously started listening in.

“i hate kei, he’s so stuck up. he deserves what’s coming to him.” one boy — you think was called tomo — said.

“he’s a borderline psychopath, remember what he did to fuji?” his friend, a girl, included. the conversation came to a hush as they realised you were present and able to hear.

“fuck, you’d better not open that mouth.” tomo interrupted with a glare in your direction.

gathering your belongings in one arm, you nodded, and got the hell out of there. during your alone time walking down the halls, you were contemplating on if you should tell yudai. that was until you had collided into someone and almost tripped over had they not wrapped an arm tightly around your waist. your gaze raked along their body until you recognised it to be the boy you were just thinking about.

a warm feeling of admiration coursed through your being.

noticing the worried expression on your face, he pulled you to an empty staircase. the smell of nicotine lingered around in the atmosphere faintly only masked by heavy amounts of expensive cologne. you were confused where the stench came from as you knew yudai didn’t smoke.

the smell made you faint-headed as it didn’t take long of you watching his pretty face to put you under a trance. it was so strong it had stuck to your blazer.

“is something wrong? you look out of it. a little worried perhaps?” his tone was laced with a hint of concern. he put a hand on your shoulder, snapping you back to reality and compelling you to look at him. “you can tell me. i’m here for you.”

a gentle touch, a caring tone, a concerned look all seemed to keep you from communicating back coherently.

should i? you contemplated inside your head, shutting your eyes and tuning the world out. it’s none of my business. but they seemed like they wanted to hurt kei.

koga yudai’s smile was gentle and radiated a disposition of kindness. your heart leaped at his lingering words and you lowered your voice.

“uhm… it’s about some of our classmates,” you whisper as an eyebrow raised on his pretty face. “tomo? i think he’s trying to, uh, hurt you.”

a shiver ran through your body at the thought of anyone laying a finger on the boy in front of you.

you waited for yudai’s expression to shift into worry — for him to react like normal person. but instead, he laughed in your face. you furrowed your eyebrows at his peculiar antics.

“let me guess, he said i was a psycho or something?” a snicker left his mouth again.

at once, you nodded.

he replied with a grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes, “don’t worry your pretty little head about that. i’ll deal with him. thanks for telling me.”

once again, your stomach leaped at his words; he always knew exactly what to say to keep you in his trance.

the phrase ‘i’ll deal with him’ kind of stuck with you.

only to be remembered the next day when you observed the same boy, tomo, entering the school gates with green-blueish bruises painting his face and a busted lip. it didn’t help that tomo kept returning his gaze to yudai and that the koga heir’s fists were covered with bandaids. yudai skipped happily towards you, an arm locked around your shoulder.

“you’re being cute again today.” he whispered to you.

the dots had all seemed to connect, but it was too late; you were already caught up in his spell.

since then, he started smoking around you more. you always caught him with a cigarette in hand and wafts of smoke dancing around him. at first when you saw him smoking carelessly, you had accidentally inhaled the smoke and started coughing violently.

yudai couldn’t contain the smile that threatened to make its way to his face. he loved seeing you in pain, it made him giddy. without delay, tears threatened to fall from your eyes and eventually did. the index finger of his free hand grazed your cheek softly, collecting that tear and wiping it away.

“you look better when you’re crying for me, hmm?” with a sigh of satisfaction, he took another puff and blew it at your face.

this time, you inhaled the smoke, biting back the reflex to cough. that had brought a smile to the man’s face.

meanwhile, murata fuma had tried his best to look out for you after noticing the predicament you were in with the heir that possessed psychopathic tendencies. there wasn’t much he could do after you avoided him and blocked his number. he had to work fast and work now.

so he took the chance; you walked alone in the empty hallway, earbuds in your ear and humming along to some music. you were looking around for yudai, wanting to show him a new artist you had discovered. that was until you were pulled inside a spare classroom by strong hands.

“what the hell— fuma?!” you yelped as you recognised the boy. “no, no, no. i can’t be here with you.” worry creased your face.

confusion laced fuma’s features, prompting you to continue your blabbering.

“if he sees me here with you, we’re both done for. please, i need to go.” as you turned to leave, you felt his hand wrap around your wrist. his gaze swept along the burns that littered along your skin and raised his eyebrows.

“go back? to him? he’s a fucking psycho. that…” a finger grazes one burn softly. “is not someone to return to.”

you were so tired of everyone dictating your life, you shrugged him off angrily. “you don’t know me or yudai. stay out of this, murata.”

and with that, you stormed off. muttering all sorts of curses, you decided to report to yudai himself.

dull sparkles seemed to settle in his eyes as you informed him of the happenings amidst your fellow classmates. your thoughts ran wild; remind you of what you refused to tell the heir in hopes of keeping your dignity. your classmates had asked you to help them bring down the boy and strip him of his power. obviously you had refused, but you couldn’t deny that you were tired of the games he played with you and others.

“they ambushed me randomly. i left before they could tell me anything though.”

you did well, right? you knew he’d be proud of you, yet an unsettling feeling churned in your stomach; plain fear quite literally manifesting inside your body.

a hum of understanding resonated from him, “why do i have a feeling you’re lying to me, pretty?”

the koga heir loved when you heeded his command, but loathed when you’d lie to him.

a liar was one thing he’d not tolerate. and you knew that.

in all his beauty, you observed as he walked towards you, his hazel eyes staring at the burn marks that decorated your palms — it was a reminder of your undying loyalty to him. a reminder of your love for him… that he would never reciprocate.

koga yudai didn’t know how to love, he never wanted to learn either. yet he knew enough about how to manipulate the love others had for him. now, he slinked back and admired his work.

“did those fools mention anything else?”

“no.” another lie.

genuine fear laced with obedience conveyed through your body language. now was not the time to be nervous. you watched as his brown locks ruffled when the wind blew.

yudai always made sure to wear his signature cologne around you. you were obsessed with the smell and it always seemed like you paid more attention to him when he wore it. the boy would also noticed that you would stare at his lips every time he parted them to speak and found that hilarious.

he liked the way your eyes would dart around nervously after before settling on your shoes. the way your cheeks heated up; it delighted him to know that you weren’t planning on leaving anytime soon.

his favourite puppet. sitting prettily for him, responsive and loyal.

sending you on mindless and endless errands was his favourite pastime.

something inside him told him you were a person who liked to feel needed, so he put you to use. as always, you were there to give him a good and proper laugh. who’d need entertainment when he had you, figuratively and comically chasing your own tail. always beaming, you’d return with whatever he told you to, over the moon that you could be of service to him and only him.

it wasn’t like you were any wiser, currently on your way to buy coffee for yudai (or as per his command for some girl from class 2-4 he had been speaking to for a while). as much as it pained you that he had another person he was close to, you did what you could.

cautiously balancing the coffee, you walked towards the table they were at and noticed yudai’s hand was on the girl’s thigh. forcing a smile on your face, you placed — more like slammed — the tray down onto the table and stormed off. the smile on the boy’s face only grew wider at your visible discontent.

this was something he had to do.

to yudai, you looked a bit too satisfied with your position around him, he had to remind you of your designated place in his school.

he followed you to your empty form room and grabbed your wrist, “what’s wrong?”

you took your hand back as you replied, “it’s that girl. why do you hang around her when you have me? am i not enough?” jealousy coursed through your veins.

“i always do exactly what you tell me to.” you take his hand in yours and prompt him to meet your awaiting gaze. “please, look at me and only me. and i’ll do anything you want me to.”

inside him, the wealthy heir couldn’t contain his excitement. this was exactly what he needed; he enjoyed this push and pull game.

“you’re amusing.” perplexity laced your eyes as he spoke. “i like you.”

and yudai always came out on top.

#&team reactions #andteam reactions #&team k #koga yudai #&team x reader #koga yudai imagines #&team imagines #&team angst #k x reader #&team #pyramid game #pyramid game x reader #pyramid game au

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synthetickitsune · 1 year

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Highs & Lows ✧ w.jh

Pairing: Wen Junhui x reader Genre: fluff, comfort Summary: Jun goes through a dom drop after a scene. Word count: 2.8k Warnings: dom/sub dynamics, mentions of sex and insecurities A/N: This is just a brain vomit, sorry to anyone who reads this lol

Jun takes care of you.

He makes you drink a glass of water and eat some crackers. He helps you out of the bed, supporting much of your weight as he helps you into the bathroom and then into the shower. He holds you up and washes your body without wasting a single opportunity to kiss you and remind you how much he loves you. He washes your hair, massaging your scalp and falling deeper and deeper the longer he watches you leaning on him, allowing him to do as he wishes even after the scene is over. His own shower is a quick affair after he declines your pouty insistence that you’ll help him wash just as he’s done for you. He’ll admit that pointing out you’re barely able to stand by yourself is basically cheating, but he couldn’t handle anything happening to you.

And he won’t give into your puppy eyes either. There’s no way he’s letting you into the bed without making sure you’ve drunk another glass of water at least, praising you when you ask for another. This time he shares the water and snacks with you, cooing at your cuteness.

He just needs to make sure you’re alright.

Only once you’re sated and soothed, curled under the covers with him, he allows himself to register his own emotions, his own body. It’s so heavy all of a sudden. Exhaustion hits Jun like a ton of bricks. He can feel it all the way deep in his bones. It’s like he’s six again, swinging on the swings and for some reason he’s too high and it’s scary and uncomfortable. Like he’s been holding tension in his body for too long - and to be honest this one is probably more than just a feeling - and now, even if the relief is there, his muscles hurt. He feels like he’s at sea, his feelings washing over him in waves, rocking up and down, up and down, and down, down, down…

There are signs you’ve learned to recognize well. Subtle things at first. His head dropping a little and leaning on yours, his arms relaxing their hold. He leans his entire weight on you. It’s inconclusive, however, he might be just tired. Even if today's scene was far from the most intense you’ve done, you're well aware that that means little to a human mind and body. So you keep a closer eye on Jun. You hold him and pull yourself closer to him, kissing along his jaw. You dip your hands under his shirt and run your hands over his naked skin. No change, no pulling you closer like he usually would. And that’s alright, you hope to convey through your touch.

You stay silent. You give him time. His heart beats steady and strong under your ear. He’s always reassuring, and you can only hope that you are too. You trace his spine with your fingers up towards his neck and knead the muscles around his shoulders. They feel tense, uncomfortable, and so you try to make it better. Giving massages is not your strongest suit, especially in this position, but you need to try. You work on the knots in his shoulders before moving lower, easing the aches along his spine. You feel him resisting against giving into your touches, feel each flex of his muscles, and you know with certainty now that he’s not in the right state of mind.

And then you hear him take a shaky breath as he completely melts into you.

“Oh Junnie,” you sigh, hugging his limp body. You know he needs you now, needs to be taken care of, and you’re more than willing to provide. You stay still for a while, tucked under his chin, holding him and stroking his back slowly. You know he’s most sensitive now, and you want him to know and feel that you’re there and he can trust you to support him through this. He’s still leaning completely on you, and somehow you feel more strongly that you’re the only thing that’s keeping him at least somewhat grounded.

In the quiet room, only his uneven breathing can be heard. He feels like those beads-filled plushies - he’s just as warm and comfortable to hug and to have lying on you. Or maybe more like a weighted blanket, no strength in his hold on you. It’s nice in its own way. He’s too careful otherwise to lay on you like this for longer than a couple seconds. And you get to be covered with his body, his heart pounding right under your ear. It makes you feel a little sleepy. Does he realize how safe he makes you feel? Probably not - definitely not now, so you make a mental note to tell him.

For the time being, you just hold him tighter. Once again, he doesn’t react, except for the muscles adjacent to his spine flexing as he stops himself from tilting and rolling on top of you. It’s only when you try to move that he squeezes you back, a tiny noise of protest slipping through his lips. Yet he doesn’t stop you. You could slip away from him if you wanted to, and it breaks your heart a little when you remember how just this morning he clinged to you so much you were almost late for work.

“I’m here, I got you,” you murmur with a kiss to his shoulder. You adjust your position so that your eyes are level with his, even if he doesn’t let you look at him, hiding his face in your neck instead. You let him and shift a little so it’s more comfortable for both of you.

“It’s alright,” you whisper, “I’m not going anywhere.” He takes deep breaths that you recognize from all the times you’ve held him before when he came home upset. On instinct, you pet his hair. He kisses your neck, so lightly you almost miss it, and you know it’s his silent thanks.

“I love you,” you say softly and your fingers move to play with his hair. He holds you so carefully. Like he can’t decide whether to let go or hold you like you could break any second. So you hold him that much tighter. “You’re so loved, Jun. Always.”

He doesn’t say anything but he hides his face more, his breathing stuttering a little. You kiss his temple in response and keep combing your fingers through his hair. It’s still wet at the ends and your fingers glide through easily. With your other hand, you slowly stroke his back. You draw patterns all around, hoping to distract him from his thoughts. Even if it’s only slightly, you feel him lean into your touch.

While not new, this isn’t a situation that usually happens. You’ve discussed what each of you needs should drop ever happen, but it’s pretty rare for Jun so the steps come to you slower than you’d like. Fortunately it seems he’s happy enough to let you pamper him with gentle affection - which works for you as well. You’re always happy to cuddle with Jun, and if you’re honest, it’s what you need right now as well.

“Do you want to drink some more water?” you offer, but receive a shake of his head in response. His hair tickles your skin as he stubbornly buries his face into the crook of your neck. Maybe you’d insist if it wasn’t for the fact that he takes hydration after a scene very seriously and has already made both of you drink enough before. Besides you don’t think you could make him separate from you. “What about…”

Before you can offer him some snacks, you feel him snuggle impossibly closer. If he was barely hugging you before, right now he feels like a giant snake strangling his prey. He’s shaking his head vigorously, his hands clawing at your back, and you know that it’s a lost battle.

“You need to breathe, Junnie,” you kiss the top of his head, “I’m right here.” You repeat it a couple more times, patiently waiting for him to calm down and see you won’t force him to let go. Eventually, he reluctantly moves an inch. “Just like that, you’re doing well.” His arms tighten around you but at least his head isn’t hidden in your neck. You can feel his erratic breathing slowing down, which - you hope - is a good sign. He seems just a little calmer, and at the moment every tiny step feels like success. Soon enough, though, he’s nuzzling into your shoulder again. There seems to be a purpose to his movements, however, and you immediately realize what he wants.

“Let me take this off?” you tug at his shirt, and without much hesitation, you receive a tug at your clothes yourself. You smile, and take the hint, undressing yourself first before helping him out of his shirt. You notice his hands remain on your waist, and return to their spot as soon as he’s undressed. He still won’t meet your eyes but you don’t force him. He seems more than grateful to snuggle back close to you.

For some reason, his love for feeling your bare skin against his grows a hundredfold whenever he drops. You can’t blame him, you love it too. Now when he wraps himself around you, you feel his lips press right above your heart. He gives you the softest of pecks, once, twice, with each of his breaths. His hair is so soft and smells of your shampoo, just like your skin smells of his shower gel. Sharing is caring.

You let him cuddle to you as much as he wants to, responding to each of his movements, providing all the affection you can. You know he needs it. All the while you give him reassurances that he’s loved, that he’s needed and wanted. And each of them is followed by his shaky inhale and attempt to hide more into you as he presses himself closer although there’s no space left separating you. You’d do anything to know what’s going on inside his head, what it is that he’s trying so desperately to fight. You cradle him closer to your chest, shushing him and cooing more sweet nothings into his ear. It helps. He calms down hearing your voice after a while, seemingly focusing solely on you. But even so, he’s too tense.

"Junnie, love, will you look at me?" you plead softly, and at his efforts to snuggle closer you add: "Please?"

It gets him to stop, even if you can feel his reluctance. He whines quietly, a tiny noise that you'd miss if you weren't paying attention. "Please, baby."

Slowly, he emerges from the safety of your embrace. His eyes glisten with moisture and he struggles to meet your eyes, but with your coaxing he at last leans his forehead against yours. You kiss his cheek, trailing your lips down to his…

He doesn't kiss you, pulls away before you can connect your lips. He winces when his gaze meets yours and he opens his mouth, to say sorry you suppose, but you’re quicker.

“It’s alright,” you smile at him, stretching your neck up so you can kiss his forehead, “It’s fine. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

“‘m not,” he mumbles, a desperate edge to his voice that isn’t lost on you even though you’re caught off guard suddenly hearing him speak, “Just…” Instead of finishing his sentence, he carefully raises his hand to your lips. He monitors your reaction, and you realize he expects you to be afraid of him. That happens sometimes, that he worries about scaring you even if you know you’ve never once felt unsafe with him. You take his hand and slowly guide him the rest of the way, leaning into his touch once you place his hand on your cheek. "It's alright. I feel safe with you."

When you indeed don’t flinch away, he tenderly brushes his thumb across your lower lip. You feel a sting of pain, the flesh bitten tender and raw, but it’s the good kind of pain. If only Jun’s eyes didn’t hold so much guilt. It gets worse as his gaze travels lower, to your throat, and his fingers follow the same path as his eyes. He caresses your skin and the marks he left and as he does, he chokes on a heartbroken noise.

“Jun, no,” you step in before he can spiral even further, “Love, look at me.” This time you don’t give him an option, gently cupping his face and making him meet your eyes. You need to force yourself to stay calm and speak slowly even though the words itch to rush from your mouth.

“You haven’t done anything wrong,” you tell him first of all, remembering how he once told you that he often feels guilty when he drops, “I’m alright. You didn’t hurt me.”

You let go of his face to cover his hand with yours, guiding him to gently press against one of the bruises. You see him panic a little but you stay just the same, calm, and it seems to shock him into stillness and confusion.

“See? It doesn’t hurt,” you smile, “It feels nice. It shows everyone I’m yours and I love it, thank you.” He perks up, just a tiny bit, but that’s enough.

“I wanted this, all of it,” you reassure him again, stroking his cheek with your thumb, “And I enjoyed it. You didn’t hurt me at all. I loved it. I love you.”

He nods, quietly, and as soon as you let go of him he hugs you. He noses along your neck, leaving kiss after kiss on your skin, light and loving. It tickles but you keep yourself from laughing, knowing that at the moment it might have a negative effect.

“I didn’t want to hurt you,” he mumbles, squeezing you all the more tighter, “I don’t deserve you.”

“You didn’t hurt me,” you repeat, “And you deserve the world, Jun. You deserve everything.”

He stays quiet, and because you know he protests against your words in his mind, you repeat them. You can feel him frown at that. “I mean it, Junnie. We were just playing. You haven’t done anything wrong.”

He nods and gives you a gentle squeeze. “Promise?”

“Promise. I’m not hurt, I’m not scared, and I still love you. We’re doing this together because we both love it, right?” you need to wait only a second before you get another nod and he pulls you closer, “Then it’s okay. You’re mine, I’m yours, and we’re fine.”

He doesn’t say more, instead finally kissing you. He holds back, you can tell, but you don’t push him for more. You know he’s being considerate, and the slow, careful kisses make butterflies swarm in your stomach all the same. Jun rubs his nose against yours when you part, giving you a wobbly smile. He’s not okay, but he’s getting there.

“Hey,” he whispers and it hits you again just how deep in love you are.

“Hey,” you smile back, leaning in for another kiss, which he’s happy to give you. He lingers, not quite pulling away.

“Could you just hold me for a while?” he asks, his voice dropping to a whisper, “Or just… please stay. I’m so tired.”

You once more guide his head to rest against your chest. You see in real time his strength draining from his body. He makes a cute tiny noise, trying to pull you closer and failing, but that’s fine - you got him. You hug him closer, throwing a leg over his hip so your bodies are flush against each other.

“I love you,” he mumbles, “I need you.”

“I love you too,” at your words he hums, mustering his strength to give you one quick peck before retreating back to bask in your warmth. “Rest, I’ll be here.”

You know he’ll fall asleep soon, and you’re not sure how long you can stay up yourself. It feels heavenly to finally feel his arms around you, holding you rather than just resting on your body. Both is nice, sure, but after everything that’s transpired, the little extra safety that can only be provided by a hug means more than you could ever put into words.

And you know that it’s true for Jun too. He leans into your touch, rubs his cheek against your chest every so often, even if you can tell it’s more and more effort.

“Sleep,” you hum softly, kissing the top of his head. Soon enough, he does drift off and you follow not long after.

#seventeen #jun #junhui #seventeen scenarios #seventeen reactions #seventeen imagines #seventeen x reader #seventeen fluff #jun fluff #jun x reader

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olivegardenhunter · 25 days

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one thing that I find really really interesting is that in practically every scene where it's just jiraiya and tsunade alone, kishimoto very deliberately draws at least a panel of the two of them being completely silent in each other's companies, even refusing to look at each other.

when jiraiya got drinks with tsunade in og

when he got drinks with her before he left. notice that neither of them are making any eye contact, refusing to look at each other.

the iconic bench scene ofc

why this is important to me is cause I think it's an excellent way on kishi's part to show the dynamic and history between the two of them (and the sannin as a whole too). ((note this isn't a jiratsu post))

the few scenes we get of the two of them talking alone, you always get the impression that there's a secondary, entirely silent conversation going on in the background that only the two of them even know about. a conversation about all the things they cannot say. and he conveys that so well in these deliberate panels. you can SEE in their expressions, in the things that they do say when they choose to break the silence. there's so much between them, so much they yearn to say. and the weight of all of that, the depth of those feelings and emotions, is ultimately what makes them not say anything at all.

because you've known each other since you were SIX years old, you fought WARS together, this is a person you'd put your life on the line for without a second of hesitation. yet. there is a 20 year gap. you haven't spoken with each other for as long as you grew up together too. they've lived an entire lifetime together, but then an entire equally as long lifetime apart. they're the same person they've always been but yet... you can't really recognise the person in front of you. they both can see that they've become shells of the people they used to be. you both have gone through so much, and you know the the other person knows this. you know it so intimately, what things you can say, what things you can't. youre being so careful yet you both know there's this pretense going on.

there's so much left, yet so little. after all of that, what is there even left to be said? what CAN be said? they're already so intimately aware of what the other is thinking, there's nothing new, yet somehow, there's this gap. there's this emptiness that both know they can't really do anything about.

in the end, the sannin are a tragic trio. and kishi does an excellent job of showing this through their stories and histories, sure. but he does an even better job at showing it through their small interactions together. the way they always end up talking about the past, the attempt to bring up happier times (like tsunade trying to reminisce about their genin days as team hiruzen), yet how they ALWAYS come back to ultimately how they fell apart, and the world kept spinning, and all they can do is try to make sure the future doesn't make the same mistakes they did.

what can you even say to someone like that? it must've been so freeing, to have someone that understands them to such an extent. that would know them more than anyone else in the world ever could imagine. and yet. so suffocating. because they're a reminder. a reminder of what you used to be, a reminder of what could've been, a reminder of how everything went wrong, every single mistake you ever made. and so despite the person in front of you being the only person in the world that likely knows exactly how you're feeling, what you're going through, all your experiences, they're also somehow the last person you can ever speak to about any of it. because it becomes like a trap almost. they're constantly reminded of their pasts when they look at each other. how can you ever begin to move on with someone like that right in front of you?

once upon a time, they were the hope of konoha. they were the young shinobi, meant to bring in a new era of peace, meant to be the change. and they wholeheartedly believed this too. and then, to make it to 50, after everything they went through, and realising they were no better off than the generation before them. that everything they ever stood for, ever fought for, were all practically in vain. and how suddenly the people meant to be the change for the future can only hope to make sure there is still even a chance for change for the next generation.

really, what else are they meant to do around each other than continue their little dance or chess game and let the unspoken remain unspoken?

#like i said i have a lot of feelings and thoughts about the sannin #i cannot get enough of their dynamic #it doesnt help that kishi barely explores them at all #i want to see more of them #i wanna see how three carefree children grow up together and become as fractured as they did #theyre so different from team 7 too #cause team 7 doesnt have that much history that much shared experiences #team 7 are what the sannin couldve been if the sannin didnt give up sure #but there is definitely a reason that made the sannin give up in the first place #we need a prequel #sannin #jiraiya #tsunade #meta #hc #nart #naruto #naruto shippuden #the sannin #the legendary sannin #densetsu no sannin #tsunade senju #sorry im a rambler at heart #a yapper #i cant help myself #what is left????#this is what people mean when they say the silence is so loud its deafening #analysis #stream of consciousness #NOT A SHIP POST

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salted-bird · 1 year

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One of the things I love about Limbus' Abnormality encounters, besides how cool the designs are, is the way the game uses them to tackle the topic of performative empathy vs actual empathy.

You can't just try to fix an Abnormality's core problems and expect it to work. And it's not because the Abnormality will attack you before you get the chance to do anything, rather, following this approach is a consistent way to hit your own party with demerits due to the simple fact that YOU ARE THE ONE HURTING THE ABNO IN THE FIRST PLACE.

Trying to remove the Umbrella Fox's umbrellas is incredibly painful for it because it involves tearing off chunks of its flesh, mimicking the Weeping Toad's cry will cause it to flee because what it actually wanted was someone who would listen, removing the brambles will make the Bride and Groom sad because it means you are destroying their home, giving water to a blazing metal bull obviously isn't going to help, etc.

Your intentions can be good, but as the Umbrella Fox itself puts it, solutions without "forethought" have the potential to be incredibly harmful.

Which brings me to the similarities this has with IRL ableism, and how often body-abled people will tell you to do X thing under the claim that it will help you feel better (or even cure you) without considering the implications of their own suggestions for a single second. Some wonderful examples of this are telling someone with a respiratory disease or injury to just "take a deep breath", telling a person with chronic fatigue to "go jogging, it will give you more energy" or recommending to an autistic individual that they "learn common sense".

I'm sure you can imagine yourself (or know from first-hand experience, sadly) the rest of horrible 'magical solutions' disabled people have to hear on a regular basis, so back to the point, this type of acts share the same kind of impulsive and patronizing empathy as the "help(?) this Abnormality" choices in Limbus Company.

Not only do they not help anyone at all, in reality they are an active detriment to the physical and emotional wellbeing of the target you are supposedly trying to help with the action. In the end, the only benefit obtained is that you get to say you TRIED to help someone, hence the performative part of this behaviour, it makes you look good to others and to yourself by awarding you some imaginary reputation points that mean nothing.

Now it's very possible that you are thinking (or not) something about the lines of: "But hey, I unplugged the electric sheep being sacrificed to fuel a city, and I also sprinkled water on the tree suffering from a drought, I did have success helping a handful of the Abnos!".

This may appear to contradict my logic as described above, but I want you to consider a key difference between the Abnormalities the game does let you help and those for whom trying to do so is an insult. The former group suffers from external circumstances that can be changed through concrete actions, the latter faces permanent issues because of the very way they are.

So on the first camp;

-The Electric Sheep doesn't suffer because it's electric, it's suffers due to being exploited for energy.

-The Desert Twiggy Ghost Tree doesn't suffer because it's allergic to water, it suffers because it doesn't have access to any water.

-Similarly, the Electric Centipede only suffers because people are experimenting on it and you choose how to torture it.

You can liken them to disabled people with low-support needs, whose difficulties would in theory go away once you implement a social model of disability because the problems they face are, as the name implies, mainly social.

Now, contrast this with how for example, removing the brambles from the Rose Thorns Cross involves destroying its very body, and you should notice the theme Limbus is trying to convey through these encounters; Nobody is the same.

Sure, jumping the gun may work sometimes, if the problem is small enough to be dealt with through individual action, but more often than not the reality of what the other person is going through is so different from yours that an attempt to force your own experiences and judgement on them is only going to result in pain, and what's worse, pain for both parties if you genuinely were trying to help.

Which is not to say there's no point in desiring to offer help, my favourite part about how Limbus handles its event choices is that it teaches you a lesson about the value of simple understanding.

Tearing off its umbrellas won't help the fox, but going past its threatening appearance to show that you care by petting it will, the same goes for the gloomy frog that is so grateful to you for listening to its woes that it leaves one of its eyes behind as a gift. You don't need to change the Abnormalities' nature as Abnormalities to make them happy, being there for them and accepting them as they are is more than enough.

I could write more about the parallels between Abnormalities as a group of "non-humans" that go against the general idea of normal while existing solely to be exploited for resources and the way IRL disabled people are exploited by doctors and pharmaceutical companies for easy money while society at large doesn't care, but in the end the message is simple, imagine a world where instead of treating them like children or even complaining about them, abled people showed those with disabilities this type of empathy, the real type.

#limbus company #disability in fiction #ableism #disability #project moon

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asongofstarkandtargaryen · 1 year

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Bruce & Dick (Nightwing #100)

This issue was full of great moments for Dick Grayson and also highlighted many relationships of his ( Titans, Babs, Justice League and even with some antagonists). But if I had to pick a single relationship that hit me right in the feels that would be between Dick and his father, Bruce- while the memory of their shared father, Alfred, loomed over them.

Look at them visiting Alfred's grave for the first time together:

As they acknowledge, when Alfred was around their communication was easier. Because Bruce isn't good talking about his feelings, so Alfred often conveyed them to Dick. But Alfred is no longer around. So Bruce has to be the one to communicate his feelings this time:

Look at them, both hold the other at such a high regard. And both say the words the one wanted to hear. Bruce with his constant self doubting needed to hear he's a good man. Especially coming from the boy he raised who grew to be the man Bruce considers to have the best character in the whole world. Likewise, Dick with his low self esteem needed to be reminded that his presence in Bruce's life has been crucial to him. And also needed to listen to his father praising his character and his leadership abilities. That his father is inspired by him and so proud of him. More importantly, I do believe that just listening Bruce calling him " my son" is the best thing that Dick could hear from him.

Look at Dick and the surprised face he makes after all the praise he received:

And now my favourite part:

Dick looks so emotional while he falls into his father's arms.

Once again he gives Bruce he validation he needs:

And he admits that he will need Bruce's help in the future. Which reminds me that Dick has come a long way from the man who a dozen issues ago tried to do everything on his own in order not to trouble anyone:

And finally the " I love you dad" panel!! 💖

#Dick Grayson #bruce Wayne #batfamily #nightwing #dc comics #Bruce and Dick

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randomthefox · 2 months

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Replaying sonic battle the end scene really got me first time we saw sonic breakdown and for good reason archie and idw could never pull this level of angst

Yeah for real. We've never seen Sonic so unhinged before. It's probably the most words he ever speaks in a single scene. It's seriously like ten text boxes minimum, and it's him having a total emotional breakdown over Emerl dying in his arms - dying because of HIM. Because he had to fight him to put him down while he was out of control. Because the master emerald didn't neutralize the chaos emeralds for once. Because Eggman pulled a fast one on them all. Because he let Emerl go off to deal with Eggman alone. Because of HIM.

I could easily see someone doing art depicting that scene and having Sonic cry during it and it would actually be appropriate considering it's by far the most emotionally vulnerable we've EVER seen Sonic and because he's alone on the ship without anyone else around. But the game itself manages to perfectly convey the tone of the scene even with just paperdoll spites and dialog boxes.

But then once he's back with his friends

The best Sonic comic in the entire history of the franchise doesn't even come fucking CLOSE.

#sonic battle #sonic #sonic the hedgehog

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vixannya · 7 days

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It's Gallery Time!

Just to reiterate:

OoC Information: THIS IS NOT AN IN-GAME EVENT! This is meant as just something fun to headcanon for your character (and write about if you like - especially with @daily-writing-challenge currently happening), if it is something they are able to attend! If you do choose to write any stories about this, please feel free to tag me - @vixannya!

Vixannya owns an art gallery in Dalaran where she hosts various art exhibitions throughout the year. Two or three times a year, she will display her own work which is always accompanied by a massive grand opening and follow-up afterparty in another location.

Invitations are always given to those who make large contributions to the gallery and to the arts in general, as well as to prominent families from all over, friends, fellow Tarts, and those depicted in her work.VIP access goes to the largest contributors, her muses, and anyone who purchases one of the pieces from the gallery on opening night. Even if your character cannot attend the grand opening and afterparty, the gallery is open to the public for a month!

!Adults only!

THIS IS GOING TO BE A LONG POST!

Her first exhibition of the year is:

As above, so below As within, so without As the universe, so the soul

THE GALLERY:

The red carpet treatment always marks the entrance of the gallery, a place for the guests to show off and be photographed in their designer gowns and suits, or whatever else they choose to wear. The fashion seen here always rivals that of the city’s grandest galas, just don’t upstage the art! The hostess herself will be a representation of 'The Magician' tarot card, acting as a conduit between the spiritual and the physical.

A group of master illusionists have transformed both the inside of the gallery and the afterparty space, with the various rooms mirroring themes in their separate locations. The gallery version of each space is a little more simplified than that of the afterparty, in order to feature the art over all else.

The art itself has a single or multiple subjects, but each subject is painted twice to represent the duality of life and death. One portrait of each subject falls within her main area of expertise, the one she has become well-known for, Death. A premonition of how her living muse will die, according to her own secret form of divination. Many of which, in the past, have shockingly come true. The other portrait of the same subject is how they lived in a similar manner; their body position often mimics in small or large ways that of their death portrait, and more often than not these paintings are hedonistic in nature. (Example: A man pinned to the wall by his lover, versus the same man pinned to the wall by a polearm stabbed through his gut.)

The focal portraits are placed at the end of the gallery, one was depicted in THIS STORY. A soldier crushed to death, surrounded by cracked, purple stained glass and slate roofing the color of lapis lazuli. Those with a keen eye would recognize this surrounding rubble to be Dalaran, which is ultimately why she had decided to highlight this particular set of portraits. Its brother portrait presents the same man very much alive and enjoying being crushed beneath the weight of his lover and fellow soldier.

Centered high up against the ceiling within the main room of the gallery, a large, brilliantly glowing orb that flares outwards every so often. Those familiar with the Radiant Song would recognize this to mimic it.

A lone violinist plays within this room, but his song travels all throughout the gallery itself, making it sound as if he’s present in every space. Even with attention focused on the art, one cannot help but feel the emotions the music seems to convey, especially those more open and empathetic. Just as there is duality in the art, there is in the music as well; providing moments of pure joy and comfort contrasting with moments of melancholy and woe. *You’ll find @jacelandon here playing the violin*

THE AFTERPARTY:

This is in a separate location from the gallery itself!

The Tree of Life greets you upon entrance into the grand space. A massive tree growing from the hard ground strung with twinkling lanterns of all colors of the rainbow touches the vaulted ceilings and lends a welcoming and warm ambience. A circular room with a variety of open arches leading elsewhere, a string quartet plays off in a corner; this room seems to act as a general mingling area where the waitstaff carries around a variety of drinks and hors d’oeuvres on trays. The entire floor appears to be transparent, allowing guests to see the roots of the Tree of Life stretch down into darkness.

The archway leading directly behind the Tree of Life appears to be the food area, where guests can choose from dining in a variety of upscale restaurants or at an extravagant buffet. If you crave it, they will create it.

The archway leading off to the right is labeled ‘As Within, So Without’. A grand hallway covered floor to ceiling in mirrors takes you to a variety of rooms that provide various services for mental, spiritual, and physical healing. Fortune tellers of all sorts gather, offering everything including, but not limited to, cartomancy, palmistry, astrology and more. There are also confessors, diviners, spiritual healers, meditation rooms, and quiet rooms. A full service spa is also located here, as well as escort services, for those seeking something a little more physical.

*You’ll find @xylaes working here as an escort for part of the evening*

The archway leading to the left is labeled ‘As Above, So Below’. The path splits here, to go above or below.

Above will lead you to a ballroom decorated like the cosmos itself. Twinkling stars float mid-air that can be captured within the palm of your hand, planets and galaxies loom high above. Aerialists dressed as constellations perform high above the crowd, seeming to almost float in space. An orchestra plays on stage and bars line the edges of the room.

Below will lead you to a ballroom decorated like an underwater fantasy. Phosphorescent bubbles float mid-air that can be captured within the palm of your hand, massive glowing jellyfish and other varieties of sea creatures loom high above. Aerialists perform above the crowd, seeming to be almost suspended in water as their hair and clothes flow as if they are below the surface of the sea. An orchestra plays on stage and bars line the edges of the room. Warning: There may be some nudity present here among the performers.

*You’ll find @rylandfalkov performing here, and @serazhen bartending*

The two ballrooms seem to mirror each other perfectly, should you look upwards through the illusions, you’ll be able to see the other ‘world’, upside down, and mirrored to the one you stand within.

The final area of the after party, you enter through the Tree of Life itself. This is the ‘anything goes with consent’ area; so nudity, sexuality, and drugs will be heavily present. You traverse downwards through the roots that begin to glow with bioluminescence in every color imaginable. It eventually opens into a larger area where music groups and DJ’s perform throughout the entire night, small stages off to the sides and raised platforms throughout the dance floor holds various performers whether it be go-go dancers, burlesque performers, fire manipulators, body or rope suspension demonstrations. Should one look upwards, they can see a silhouette of the Tree of Life growing above.

*You’ll find @dicenne here performing with fire and demonstrating rope suspension on others.

The roots of the tree weave through every space here, creating a variety of winding caverns that contain various spaces and surprises around every corner. Hidden bars made from tangled roots, private rooms for any variety of activity, performers dancing within a cage of roots, darkened caves that open into a grotto for swimming, and temptation around every corner.

To return to the surface, you must keep traversing down further into the deep recesses of the space where eventually you will find yourself, somehow, exiting through the Tree of Life.

The final message on the archway leading out of the afterparty reads 'As the Universe, So the Soul'.

Remember, what happens at the after party stays at the after party!

*All stories relating to this event will be reblogged with the #asabovesobelow tag, feel free to do the same!*

#asabovesobelow #story #vixannya #gallery

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