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Saw someone complain saying that it made no sense for Frank to call Karen family on the punisher season 1 and that that hug was also out of nowhere which must mean it was all fan service. I was answering but while doing so the post was deleted... so here is what I wrote:
Well she was the only one who cared about what happened to his family and fought tooth and nail for him to get answers and for him to have a reduced sentence.
He started caring about her there and she already cared because she saw something of herself in him (she projected) and understood him. She was obsessed with finding out more about him from the start. And that was not fan service. She thought if he could be saved then so could she. Everyone else thought she was crazy for caring but she knew there was more and she had been through something similar when her brother died. All the lies the town and the local news paper spread because they didn't care to get the real story.
He was ready to DIE. Like- he had given up when he was at that hospital on DD season 2 and Karen came in and showed him that she cared about what happened to him and she wanted to help him, that not all hope was lost, that he COULD find out what happened to his family. She is the reason he decided he wanted to keep living because otherwise they were gonna give him the death penalty and he knew that.
And during the trial and before that she was the only person he would talk to. And that lasted a few weeks. So we can assume they saw each other very frequently during those 3 weeks and had long hours working on his case together. He saved her life more than once and yeah, he used her as bait but it was also to kill the minions going after her. The blacksmith was gonna kill her and he saved her by crashing the car. He put the song in the car first so she would know to keep an eye out. She also spent ALL night at the docks waiting to see if he was there and Matt heard her heartbeat when she thought Frank was dead, meaning he knew she was in love or at least cared a lot about him. That was before "fanservice".
All of this was during Daredevil's season 2. They found a connection through their losses and brokenness. She told him he was a monster because she was talking about HERSELF, again, projecting because she thought if he killed again that meant she wasn't worth forgiving. Even Deborah talked about that. She was just trying to make him stop by any means. If Frank killed the Black smith he was never gonna know the truth about his family. He said he was already dead because he felt like he didn't deserve her help or her compassion. You can see in The Punisher that he isolates himself because he doesn't believe he deserves to be loved. Even curtis says that he can keep pushing people away but it won't stop them from caring. During The Punisher, aside from Curtis, she is literally all he has. The only other person that cares about what happens to him. Believe or not that can mean a lot to someone who's whole family was murdered in front of him and has no one.
Also, the actors pushed for her to be on the show. And even if it is fanservice…. it was well done, their relationship makes sense if you analyze it or at least understand it and I eat it up.
#I will defend them with everything I have#the punisher#daredevil#kastle#karen page#frank castle#anti kastle#karen x frank#mcu#marvel#the defenders#matt murdock#as if I didn't just make a 4 minute edit about them explaining their whole ass connection
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I worked on this for a million days, I hope it is something worthy!
@hanaiikiki, come, here is your man!
Birch
👑Pairing: Loxi x Human!queen reader
👑Warnings: mention of threat, violence, psychological abuse, forced breeding
👑The figure of this reader was already introduced here
👑Chapter 1 of 3: The Forest
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They say the birches follow you everywhere. Their always open and magical eyes can’t let you escape, the spirits who live in the trunks enjoy themselves to know your life and whisper about it to the Greatest Gods… so don’t go into the woods, stay away from their song, or you will be taken captive by them.
Don’t look at the birches, run from their sight, run.
Run.
You love birches and oaks. You just can’t help, the love you feel for them is stronger than any other feeling, even when they stand out in their light against the blackest night or the winter moon, resembling many sleepless, unhappy and hungry ghosts; perhaps because they are the trees that surrounded the house where you grew up, the only place you called home… perhaps because they have always protected you many, countless times.
Before they hid you from your parents’ eyes, when the summers were so long you never saw the end, and you had to find shelter before your father found you and won the game of hide and seek; back then, the hardest part was staying silent, because you were always so cheerful and carefree that you couldn’t help but laugh, and not always covering your mouth with your hands saved you from being discovered…
Now, however, they do it from monsters. The stories all lie: the dangers are not in the forest, they do not live in the birch trees, they are not their eyes; anyone who feels hatred and anger, enjoys pain, causes it or does nothing to stop it cannot live with the trees ― and this is perhaps why the king never managed to discover your hiding place, too cruel, miserable and inept to be accepted in this world. And, judging by the words that the birches sigh in your hair when the darkness is about to give way to the dawn and the sky is suspended between black and deep blue, they understood you well too.
Y/N, still prey to that man? You are his queen, yet you seem like the last of the slaves...
What you find in the forests is a sort of cradle: during the nights when you know that your husband is not present because too busy occupying other women’s beds, you take refuge in their realm and start to breathe again. Far from the crown that cages your head, from the clothes that tighten your chest and take your breath away, from the crying of the child they forced you to give birth to, from bitterness and anger, it seems to you that you have never grown up, that you are still in your village lost among the valleys and fields, running and running. Blessed poverty, how much you regret it now, knowing full well that happiness accompanied it; also for this reason you are despised, you who were born with nothing, but free and joyful… frowned upon by everyone, but not by these branches, leaves and flowers that, more than anything else, know how to appreciate the smell of souls that are too strong and indomitable to be linked to material possession. Because you are capable of bearing anything, even more than you think… if only you were to wake up from this years-long sleep and remember what you are truly made of, of coal, gold and sand that dances at the bottom of the sea, of spring air and wheat, of earthquakes and storms. Nature looks at you, and what it tells you is…
Run.
Behind your gaze there are your running steps, the same as when you were used to crossing the clearings even before the light of the sun and competing with the deers to see who would be the first to reach the springs of water, the sacred circles of the fairies and the ancestors’ mounds that stood out in the morning fog like beacons of death; and the evening never fell on those lands, where you did nothing but run, and run…
Run.
The rivers have never had secrets for you, no matter how frozen and deep, you have always loved them with all of yourself: in their blue water everything is lost, there is no room for noise and worry, and so you let yourself be carried away from their current and lead on their way, almost to the sea. You associate the taste of them with freedom, with the loss of all boundaries, with the rebirth which is no longer possible… now…
Run.
You have never seen the black beaches of the Great North, but the travelers who have arrived on your shores and have come into contact with your village ― travellers, visionaries, wise men, perhaps gods ― have always talked about it and brought with them a few punches of sand, tightly closed in a jar and so dark but brilliant that it seems like a corner of night with the stars entangled in it; who knows why you see it now, in this half-sleep, and dream of sinking your hands into an entire obsidian-colored expanse and into the waves of a sea that roars like an agitated heart, and… and behind you, just when you think you are alone, someone…
Run.
Run.
Run!
When you open your (e/c) eyes and fix them on the forest that surrounds you, everything seems calm: dawn is approaching and the trees barely shake in the elusive twilight, caressed by the morning breeze; the flowers are still closed, immersed in sleep, and the calls of the animals are continuous, made suffused and almost unreal by the mist that lingers on the clearings and traps every noise within itself.
The narrow clearing where you spent the night is damp with dew, yet you don’t feel the cold of the ground beneath you: the heavy cloak you wear protects you from anything, be it frost, doubt or fear… furthermore, your senses are totally focused on something else and don’t have time to grasp the shivers.
There is something around you; there is someone. Somewhere, someone is watching you, getting closer… it is almost here. You turn your head, looking around warily, peering over your shoulder with bated breath; there is a patch of darkness not far from you, a lump of night that resists the advance of the day, but it is not what worries you, it is not there that the danger comes from, which is close, it is always closer,
it is here.
«Booh!»
When you look back, you jump in surprise and can’t hold a scream as you curl up in a ball, scared and amazed, shaking from head to toe. The hooded figure in front of you, however, is doubled over with laughter as he points a finger at you and at your frightened face with a grin ― «Your expression! You should look at yourself in a mirror, you’re so funny, so terrified!» ― and then gets up again, lowers his hood and looks at you with big purple eyes full of everything except pity and sweetness. In a few moments, the entire forest darkens, closes in on itself and trembles for you. «Look… a human in my forest! Did you perhaps think you would go unnoticed this night, and all the others before it? Don’t you know that you are not welcome here unless you bring an offering?»
You continue to stare at the young… man? from the face as attractive as disturbing who appeared in front of you out of nowhere, then you bite your lips and try to speak despite your fear. Your heart beats so hard it hurts, and when you speak you don’t even hear your words: «I… I didn’t know. I beg for forgiveness if I entered your forest without permission, I thought it belonged to my husband, the king…», you only manage to murmur, and at that point your interlocutor smiles frighteningly and bends over you, taking away your space to breathe. Like a lash, you feel the sweet scent of thousands of flowers emanating from his skin, the more intense scent of as many poisons, and danger. Huge, absolute danger. «Better that you, your husband and the whole kingdom know that this is the territory of the gods, silly one…», he almost hisses on your lips, making sure to breathe on them, «no mortal has power here, only us. And you’ve already dirtied the air enough, little bunny.» The stranger raises his head in a disdainful move and retreats, yet continues to observe you. «Hmmm… aren’t you a bit too young to be queen? and these very common clothes, the fact that I often see you here… what’s happening, don’t you like court life? Not that I don’t understand you, eh.»
You don’t reply, and the young man doesn’t add anything else; he stands still, without trying to get closer, and you swallow with difficulty the little saliva you have left. The wisdom you haven’t had these nights suggests you leave as soon as possible and never look back, and never return to the forest regardless. «I… I should return to the castle now», you murmur then, making the act of getting up, «but today I will bring you something to repay for my intrusion. I ask you again to forgive me for my ignorance.»
«What a hurry!», comments the other, holding out a hand towards you. At that same moment, you are petrified as you notice how thin black smoke comes out of his open, gloved palm, and you begin to tremble again when you see it pointing towards you in thin hissing spirals. «… Why don’t you stay here a little longer, with me?»
You press yourself against the ground as soon as the god ― at this point you can no longer be fooled ― leans towards you again, and your eyes widen when his hands close around your skirt and slowly lift it to reveal your legs. You can’t suppress a groan of terror, which makes him smile and almost growl, and tear the fabric of your dress. «You have too toned legs to be a spoiled and indolent noblewoman…», he comments as he caresses your calves and the lower part of your thighs, and then grabs your bare feet and touches every corner of them, «and these toes have old fractures. You were used to running for hours until not long ago… when you didn’t yet have a crown on your head and the belly of a woman who has given birth.»
You blush more for his words than for the way the divinity touches you and grabs your flesh as if he wanted to deprive you of it. «Yes, I was… before the king noticed me and bought me, I was used to running for a long time…» The quick confession comes out spontaneously as you observe your companion’s hands placing your legs on the ground and carefully covering them with the skirt, and an amused grimace paints his face with malice and cruelty.
«Poor little one… evidently, it is your destiny to lose your freedom because of someone more powerful than you.» Again, light smoke emanates from his palm, and a curved blade emerges from his skin, slowly revealing itself and taking the shape of a dagger. Something also appears in the other hand, becoming a vial filled with a liquid so clear it seems unreal. The stranger presents you both objects, making you look at them carefully before smiling, and then hands them to you. «I am very saddened by not being able to accept your belated apologies, young queen, but it is not our way of acting… so let’s do this: since I’m getting a little bored, I’ll leave the choice to you. What do you want your punishment to be for the outrage you have caused me? A quick death, or a slow illness that will take your mind away? Or do you prefer torture?”
You widen your eyes at the crazy look of your tormentor, then watch him burst into laughter with immense joy. «Humans… your fear is never priceless», you hear him murmur, and then see him approaching dangerously. You don’t even have time to react, and the god grabs you by the arms and pushes you to the ground, before climbing onto your lap and pressing you against the earth using all his weight, stretching his face towards yours and licking his lips with studied slowness. «… And that’s why it’s always so much fun to play with you.»
«What… what do you want to do to me?», you chirp, stopping as soon as he presses a finger to your mouth and then caresses your cheek, forehead and hair, digging his fingers in and pulling a little to make you throw your head back and expose the neck, then begin to delicately trace the throat with the tip of the dagger. There is no kindness in his movements, only a desire to torment you and see how far you are willing to go.
«You have to choose that for yourself. I am here to punish you, but, as I said, the punishment is your choice: it depends on what you want most. If you’ve always wanted to feel pain or know what it’s like to die a certain way, then all you have to do is ask! I will fulfill your wish⁓» The god’s smile fades a little, and he widens his eyes in an almost sweet expression. «Just don’t make me wait too long, okay? I want to hear some good screams, but quickly, otherwise I’ll have to decide for you!»
You let him press his finger to your forehead, then close your eyes and swallow. The situation is so bad that there are no words to describe it, and what you don’t understand rationally, you do with your heart: with every second that passes, you are more and more in danger and your life is getting shorter. Whatever deity has come to you, he seems intent on getting everything he can from you. His touch is cursed, lascivious and sinuous like that of a serpent; and the fire that burns under his skin traps, bites and crushes.
There is no escape for you.
«I see you are undecided… do you need advice?» The god makes the dagger disappear, then reaches fully over you and begins prodding and scratching your cheek with the tips of his black nails. «Hmmm, how soft and tender you are⁓ what a shame, if you weren’t destined to die so soon, I might even woo you…»
You widen your eyes, then a sudden thought crosses your mind and you express it immediately, before thinking twice. There is trembling in your voice, and a thrill inside your body: «Great Forest God, can I… propose a fourth way? A challenge, perhaps?»
The deity’s face lights up at those words, then he sits up on your belly and claps his hands, excited. «A challenge? It’s okay, I like challenges! What’s on your mind, huh?»
You sit down too, closing the distance between your faces. You stare into his amethyst eyes with apprehension, and a part of you already regrets what you’ll say. «A hunt. I propose that you… hunt me down. Hunt me throughout the entire forest; and if you catch me even just once, you have won and I will have to do everything you want without replying, even if it were the most horrible thing a human being has ever suffered. But if I find the exit and can reach it before you catch me… then I will be free, and you won’t be able to do anything to me. You will lose all power over me… but only if I win.»
The god remains silent for a moment, completely still, then covers his mouth with both hands and begins to tremble. «Oh, dear girl, but this… this is…» His face transforms into a chilling grimace, then an expression of arrogant triumph appears on it. «This is a victory for me! I practically won!»
«I’m afraid so», you reply, smiling sadly and without undermining his confidence, «but this is the wish I ask you to grant. It’s a game that I propose to you… hoping that you will enjoy it.»
«My queen, of course I will like it! My, my, now things are getting interesting⁓» The god’s voice becomes softer as he steps back from you and crouches at your feet, before taking one in his hands and starting to massage the toes. «I really want to see what these beautiful legs are capable of…», he murmurs with a sinister and perverse grimace, and then scratches your sole.
Instinctively you retract your leg and escape his grasp, making the god chuckle, and jump up. He looks at you with the same sly expression as a cat, then nods at you as he sits back down and looks up at you. «Any other requests before we start the hunt?»
«Yes: it will have to be a fair challenge, without tricks. And no jokes.»
The other smiles, then lies down on the grass and nods. «Don’t worry, if I cheated it wouldn’t be so interesting anymore. And you must lose so miserably that you don’t even have the courage to look at my face…» The god chuckles, then looks at your legs. «And don’t be afraid, I won’t play any tricks on you: you have the word of a god. I’ll give you half an hour’s head start: whatever happens, in the end you’ll be mine, and then we’ll pay off the debt forever⁓ do you agree?»
You frown and are about to reply, but the divinity’s eyes narrow and inside them you read a warning and an order so clear that you can only obey: run, they whisper to you, and you step back and start running. «Half an hour passes quickly, flower! Do your best!», you hear him shouting behind you, and you increase your pace on purpose to get away from that terrible place; but you can’t help hearing the loud, terrible laughter that attaches itself to your person and follows it for entire minutes, in the cold, black thicket of a forest that, now, cannot protect you.
#record of ragnarok#shuumatsu no valkyrie#ror#snv#ror loki#snv loki#record of ragnarok loki#shuumatsu no valkyrie loki
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We’ll Have Halloween On Christmas
Chapter 1/3: Blue Memories (2.3k)
Summary: Since Sammy moved to California, Dean's used to being alone these days. He is. But when every stupid song on the radio reminds him that this is the time of year for family and love and all that jolly crap... well, they can go to hell. Still getting over his "breakup" with Lee (it was mutual and he's doing fine, fuck you very much), Dean calls up the one guy who might actually hate the holidays as much as he does.
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December 24th, 2003
It was creeping toward eight o’clock on December 24th and Dean Winchester was alone.
He stared vacantly at the reflection of the red and green lights dancing along the dashboard of the Impala. At his white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel. It was only when the first notes of WHAM!’s Last Christmas cover blared through a nearby store’s speaker and over the idling Impala engine that he shook himself out of his daze.
“…This year, to save me from tears, I’ll give it to someone special…”
Dean inhaled deeply through his nose, blinking moisture back into his eyes in attempt to focus. Suddenly he was a real person again. A real person with a real body and real big problems. His hands were cold. They hurt.
He relaxed his grip on the steering wheel. Flexed his fingers a couple of times before blowing some warm air into his cupped palms.
“…Once bitten and twice shy…”
He checked his watch before he could help it, feeling a fresh wave of dread pile on to the bottomless pit inside him. He was twenty-three now. Couldn’t expect to spend the holidays with family forever.
His dad was rarely around this time of year. That wasn’t new. Sammy apparently didn’t have time to grab a beer with the brother he hadn’t seen in months. That wasn’t exactly new now either. The kid had answered a total of two calls since his first semester in Stanford.
Dean was used to it by now. Or, at least, he told himself he was. Take it one day at a time, put one foot in front of the other, kill the next monster and the next. Just keep on truckin’ and time will pass before you know it. Simple as that.
Empty as that.
A blonde woman exited the store he was parked next to; the door held open by a tall dude in a douchey expensive looking coat. They smiled at each other, eyes sparkling in the twinkling lights of the tree in the window display. Hands reaching for hands like they had to make up for the split second of lost time not wrapped up in one another. The dude spun her around on the pavement, dancing for a moment to the music as if it belonged just to them.
“…Now I know what a fool I’ve been… But if you kissed me now, I know you’d fool me again...”
Dean watched them go, his jaw clenched and lips curled into a pout that was threatening to become permanent at this point.
It’d been a month since things had ended with Lee. Six weeks, four days to be exact (but who was counting?) since his dad rolled up in Arizona and found them out. The beating was the easy part. That was familiar. Even the silence, heavy with disgust and disappointment, was expected. Dean was used to letting people down. Hell, he’d almost gotten comfy with the idea that he’d never be good enough for his old man. Almost made his peace with the fact that John Winchester’s son was a…
Dean swallowed hard, blocking out the echo of his dad’s yelling. He’d gotten lucky, he supposed, that he’d held off in front of Lee until their place in Arizona was a speck in the rear view mirror.
He’d never even got to say goodbye.
His eyes darted to the glove box, betraying his resolve to not think about Lee or dumbass holidays or how entirely fucking alone he now was, and to the tape inside. Lee’s tape. His hands reached inside before he could stop himself. He knew he’d never get through listening to one side of the tape without wanting to drink himself into next week. Which, now he thought about it, didn’t seem like the worst idea. But it was all he had left – that and the beaded bracelet that lived on his wrist – of the boy he’d been falling for.
Like the stupid son of a bitch he was.
Beneath the tape was a lone CD case. He didn’t have a CD player – no way he’d do that to Baby. But he’d know that handwriting anywhere.
Setting the tape aside, Dean grabbed the case, holding it up to the flashing lights shining through the window. A small smile pulled at the corner of his mouth as he read through the tracks: Blink 182, Drowning Pool, My Chemical Romance. The only asshole he knew that dared call that crap “music” was almost two hundred miles away.
Dean thought back to the last time he’d talked to Ricky, feeling his cheeks flush beyond embarrassment and all the way up to shame. He’d been hammered; not the fun kind or the numb kind, but flat out I am so fucking lonely and pathetic and this drink is starting to taste like nothing is ever going to be okay again kind. He remembered little of the call. Maybe he cried, but maybe Ricky didn’t know that. All he knew was that the dude had him laughing before his bruised eyes had drifted off to sleep, phone still pressed to his cheek.
He often caught himself wondering how Ricky was doing. The thought of that small town in the ass crack of nowhere felt like a cage to Dean. He’d spent less than a week there with idle hands and a racing head and that was too much for him. But Ricky lived there. Chose there.
Dean remembered what the guy said that night on the balcony, how he wasn’t a stranger in his own body anymore. On the outside, Ricky didn’t have much more than he had. They were the same in so many ways. But the guy had something Dean knew he’d never have; a kind of peace that was never meant for fuck ups like him.
He’d had a taste of it in Arizona. Just a damn taste.
It was more than he deserved.
Dean traced a finger along the crack on the plastic CD case. Another holiday song blasted over the store’s speakers.
He remembered that day in the diner: Ricky storming off mid-shift after that phone call from his mom. Remembered the look in those big brown eyes in the moonlight when he’d told Dean what she’d said. Stop calling, stop sending presents.
Maybe Dean wasn’t the only one spending this stupid Hallmark cash-grabbing holy bullshit holiday alone.
His eyes drifted to the graffitied phonebooth across the street; the glass fracturing the reflections of thousands of twinkling lights. It stood beneath a streetlamp decorated with an LED angel; its halo and wings flashing off and on sporadically, like the thing was just waiting to die.
“Before my mom died, she used to tell me angels were watching over me.”
He could almost see Ricky, cheek pressed against the metal bars of the motel balcony, as he said, “Did you believe her?”
“Trust me. If there’s an angel out there, I’m not on its list. Not for nothin’ good, anyhow.”
He could do it. Phone a friend, wish him merry crap and jolly whatever. It was no big deal.
Ricky wasn’t Lee. He didn’t know the life. Had no idea how dark this fucked up world really was. It’d been easy like that with Lee. Dean never had to explain shit. They could go all night, hunting nasty sons of bitches and coming back to their place – it was always their place, not the motel – covered in gore and grinning like they had it all figured out. Lee would pull him close by the loop of his belt and kiss him hard and fast until they forgot every ugly thing they’d seen and done and tasted nothing but the sweat on each other’s skin and…
He couldn’t keep doing this to himself. Couldn’t keep living in that fantasy they’d built for themselves. Whatever they were, whatever they could’ve been, it was dead and gone and it wasn’t coming back. He’d never see the boy that turned his whole world inside out again. Never hear those first few awkward strums of his acoustic nor the amateur singing voice accompanying it.
Which was fine. Peachy. Probably for the best anyhow.
God, he really was pathetic.
Dean hiked the collar of his dad’s leather jacket higher against his neck, the leather doing little to fend off the chill creeping into the car.
He needed… something. Someone. Needed to get out of his own head and away from all these broken dreams and living nightmares and his dad’s voice and his brother’s silence. But it was impossible not to think about the people he loved when it was plastered on every store front, playing on every radio station and TV channel. Everywhere he looked held the reminder of family and love and home and all the shit that he didn’t have because he didn’t deserve it. Any of it.
But he was still here, still exhausted from a ghost hunt, and much as he wanted to, he couldn’t sit in his car and wait out the holidays. Dean grabbed a fistful of loose change from his pocket and shut off the engine. He paused with his hand on the door handle, glancing around the empty street before dropping his gaze to the CD once more.
One phone call. That’s all it was. Didn’t have to mean anything. Besides, it was late; the diner could be closed by now.
The thought of that got him moving.
A frosted cobweb glittered across the door of the phone booth and Dean swiped it away with his keys. He knew the number for Billie’s diner by heart now from all the almost-calls. He didn’t get why he was being such a pussy about this. Ricky was just a friend. He was a good guy. Easy company once you got over all that… Ricky.
He dropped the change into the slot and punched in the first couple of digits. The buttons were cold beneath his touch.
Just do it, you god damn coward.
Dean hit the last number and held his breath as that initial silence before the dial tone stretched on forever.
The phone rang and rang and rang.
Dean sighed, his warm breath pluming in the icy booth like smoke. He pressed his face against his forearm, eyes squeezed shut. He wanted to punch something. Wanted to scream and break this stupid fucking phone and bloody his useless hands against this glass and…
“What?” A grainy voice drew out the word through the phone. Dean froze. “It’s closin’ time. What the f– what can I possibly do for ya?” The tone switched real fast from almost whiny to falsely pleasant.
Dean almost dropped the phone in his scramble to bring it back to his ear.
“Hello?” Ricky pushed, cursing soundly into the receiver.
“How ‘bout service with a smile?” Dean teased.
There was a pause on the other end of the line, but before Dean could speak:
“That you, Kansas?”
Dean could hear the smile in Ricky’s voice. Pictured him running a hand through that stupid mullet – was it still pink? – still wearing that blue Billie’s apron over his “Kiss Me, I’m Loaded” shirt. Brown eyes lighting up the whole damn room.
“How’s it goin’, asshole?” Dean swallowed around the lump in his throat. God, it was good to hear a familiar voice. Just like that, some of the weight lifted from his weary shoulders. For just a moment, he could almost ignore the loneliness pressed up against the glass outside of the booth, waiting to swallow him whole when the line went dead.
“Well, if it ain’t the ghost of Christmas past,” Ricky said, sounding closer than before, like he’d been holding the phone at arms-length before. “Or Chanukah or… what, hey!” his voice trailed off for a moment as he spoke to someone else.
Dean snorted. “I catch you at a bad time?”
“Gimme a second.” A shuffling noise sounded at the other end, followed by the distinct click of a closing door and the jingling of keys. Ricky’s voice was far off when he said, “absolutely not. Nope. Read the sign, my guy… Closed… Yeah, yeah, fuck you, too.” Footsteps grew closer and Dean rolled his eyes fondly at the long-suffering sigh before the guy picked the phone back up. “Can you believe this guy?”
Dean knew him well enough to recognise it was a rhetorical question. “If you’re busy, I can–“
“No! No, man, it’s good to hear from ya. Been a while, huh?”
Dean tensed at the memory of their last call. “Uh, yeah. About that…”
“Don’t say it. Shut up.”
“What?” Dean frowned out at the cars passing through the street beyond.
“Don’t apologise. Don’t make it weird. It’s cool. Where you at anyhow, man?”
Dean’s mouth worked for a moment before the words could come out. Weeks of crushing humiliation over his drunken vulnerability evaporated from his soul, leaving him weightless. Somewhere beyond the wave of relief, the realisation of how much Dean actuallymissed this guy hit him pretty hard.
He squinted against the headlights passing him by. “Not too far from you, actually,” he lied. What was a couple hundred miles without sleep to Dean anyhow?
“That so?” Ricky said, that familiar smug smile back in his voice. “Well, you’re always welcome to haunt me, Michael. You know that.”
Michael. There was something about the way Ricky said the fake name, and not just that he’d always insisted on calling Dean “Mike” before now. Dean had regretted the lie the moment it passed his lips. He’d been so caught up in Ricky’s whole brazen deal, thinking about how his stupid mullet reminded him of David from The Lost Boys that he’d pulled the lead’s name right out of the movie. Dean had decided then and there that some dots were best left unconnected.
“Reckon you haven’t listened to a decent record since I turned tails on that hell hole. Maybe I ought’a show up and change that. If you got nothin’ better to do,” he added with a slight drop down in his cockiness, winding the cord of the phone absentmindedly through his fingers.
“You know where to find me, dickhead,” Ricky laughed.
And just like that, the holiday crisis was averted.
#dean winchester#stanford era dean#deanlee#gardenforcas#my writing#angelscas#user4x01#becauseofthebowties#chapeldean#spxcekya#offbeattraxx#mybelovedcas
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Alina and Singing Monsters 3 Chapter:Fairy Island.
In the first person, Alina opens her eyes and notices that she is in someone's bedroom with her friends and her pets. Later, she sat down while Kayna entered the room.
Kayna:Good morning, girls.
Alina:Good morning.
Later, the girls woke up and sat down. And then they noticed that they were in the room.
Christina:Where are we?
Kayna:We are at my friend Floot Fly's house.
Girls except for Alina:Floot Fly?
Floot Fly:It's me.
The heroes immediately noticed her when she ascended.
Julia:Did you save us?
Floot Fly:Yes, I saw you and your friends on the leaves and brought my friends to my house. To make you feel safe.
Alina:I got it. We are trapped in a monster world where Kain's friends live. And what about our friends?
Floot Fly:My friends have them now. If you want, I'll show them.
The heroes came out of her house and saw the others. Kikoriki children played football with Clavi Gnat. Rosa, Cass, Air Cat and Purrla made a wreath of flowers with Wimmzies. Leo and Emma stroked the green creature at the Squot. Carlin, Olga, 7 Dwarves, Kuzko, Kronk, Melina, Wonder, Sylvia, Balan, Lance, costumes 6 and 10 chapter, Lucy, Inkabelle, Fnaf 1, Tom, Jerry, Oggy, Jack, Ella, Lan, Yara, Donut, Seeder, Marina, Lilo, Street cat, Violet and Pink were under the bridge with the rest of the monsters of Fairy Island.
Alina:They are alive.
Krash:Oh! Look, ours!
The characters except from under the bridge approached the girls.
Alina:How glad we are to see you all (To the monsters) and thank you for saving us.
Wimmzie pink:No problem.
Clavi Gnat:Float Fly saw you and called us.
Chiko:And let's go to the others, they just have tea And breakfast for all of us.
Alina:Well, breakfast is breakfast.
The heroes had just joined the others under the bridge, where they were just having tea.
Balan:Oh! Who do we see? These are our beloved friends (The newcomers sat down at the table)
Alina:We are glad to see you all too.
Carlin:You can't even imagine how we were a little scared when we saw monsters that turned out to be friendly.
Kayna:My friends are like that.
Bridg-it:I even invited everyone to tea, in our case breakfast.
Olga:And here are the pies. (She put chocolate, banana and berry pies on the table) Bon appetit.
All the heroes started eating pies.
Ziggurab:Mmm, the same but different taste.
Hippity:It's so delicious.
Emma:I can't imagine how interesting the world of monsters could be.
Double trouble:And the island of fairies has a miracle, like in the wonderworld.
Alina:It's fine here and there anyway. (She noticed that there were no others) Where are the others?
After her words, everyone stopped.
Bonnie:Oh, and we didn't think of the others.
Wonder:What if the hunters start attacking us? We had them.
Kayna:But these are monster hunters, though, because we're going to save us anyway.
Pladdie:Speaking of which. That's why we saved you.
Krash:Now it is clear where this portal and the green creature come from.
Alina:To be honest, Ghatz created the portal. And the green creature is a Spunge.
Monsters except for Kayna:Wow.
Cantorell:(Crazy) I didn't know you knew about monsters.
Kayna:But how did you know where we would be?
Floot Fly:We wanted to find out how you are and we found you using the Ghatz portal. But when we saw the drone, we realized that you were being watched and rescued.
Alina:So John is smarter than us. This is the hunter himself that I met.
Cristina:Now it's clear how you know.
Pladdie:Fortunately, after the rescue, we promised that we would play the Fairy Island song.
Kayna:Well, I hope John isn't here yet.
Pladdie:Then let's get started.
The monsters of Fairy Island began to sing.
Music Fairy Island.
(I'm sorry, but you can listen on YouTube)
After the song, the heroes clapped.
Alina:I love this song.
Lucy:You all have a wonderful talent.
Julia:And Kayna sang like in a concert with us.
Alina:To be honest, it was my idea. She was just worried.
Everyone except Alina:Your idea?
Kayna:Yes, she wanted to help. Because that's how I sang.
Balan:So what? It's still good, the main thing is that we're all safe.
Alina:Since that's the case, let's go after the others while there are no hunters.
Pladdie:To do this, you need a map of the monster world. (Holding the card) With the help of it, we can immediately understand where we are going.
Alina:Well, let's start with the island of plants. And there is a boat so that we can all fit? I decided that we should gather all the monsters and come up with a plan.
Christina:Are you sure?
Alina:I don't know, but everyone has to come up with a plan.
Pladdie:Well, there's a boat and we'll all go.
Alina:And in one word...
Heroes:Together, stronger, hurray!
Hippity:Is that your motto?
Alina:(Nodded) Yes.
The heroes took their places on the boat and headed for the island of plants.
Meanwhile, with hunters.
The hunters flew on an airship and searched for heroes. John was looking at the search navigator.
John:There's nothing yet, but that doesn't mean there aren't any.
To be continued...
#фанфик#смешарики#disney#balan wonderworld#fnaf#tom and jerry#oggy and the cockroaches#my singing monsters#slime rancher#castle cats#dungeon dogs#cat jump#ocs
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Blog #8: bad idea, right?
Wassup monsters! Been in such a weird and bored mood these past few days, mostly bored to be honest. I believe last week was when I actually started really feeling it, especially since I ate a bunch of chips and watched the second season of Heartstopper (yes also loving the new Olivia Rodrigo song!). It was really really great and even better than season 1! I loved the realistic high school portrayal and it really took me back into much simpler times. Otherwise, I’m severely feeling bored these days primarily because of the lack of structure that I’m experiencing with the subjects I am taking.
Out of the list, it seems like I have only one core subject that has some sort of heavy contact hours at university left where they literally hold your hand for every single question. I only just have my maths, algorithms and group project left out of my core courses and perhaps machine learning. Everything else is pretty much up to me, and there are hardly any practical sort of interactions left at all – a lot of this is such independent problem solving. I realise that I can’t really continue on like this, it’s very strange to have to be even more intentional than I previously was to get things done. It really makes me sad honestly, quite a core chunk of my friends are graduating so soon and are hardly interested in keeping contact. Unfortunately, I know this all too well and how this can really burn bridges – you’ve really got to be firm with the plans you make and the time you invest. I have already tried the whole clubs and societies thing actually and was fairly active in those circles too – again being intentional was the thing that worked for me and I had to severely cut down on my responsibilities so that I could actually reach the point where I became comfortable with my studies. Speaking of, I need to get back into this before it reaches an even worse breaking point than before – it’s taking me back to the feelings I was going through about 2 years ago and I really can’t afford a repeat of that at all.
Anyways, I have managed to actually cover a fair amount of content due to pure sheer will and force and it actually has helped so much in getting a good foundation/starting point for the assignments that I have to hand in these days. I’m still needing a lot of help though and my dad especially has been so kind in letting me sit with him and problem solve. Literally was sat going through each little problem and it caused severe amounts of pain to even sit through problem sets for one course let alone the others that I’m doing at the moment. I actually know that even if I do well, which will be a blessing in disguise, it’s such a long road ahead even if I overload subjects/cram more subjects in. If all goes well by the end of next year I will definitely would have finished about 3/4 of my course load.
But yes, the boredom has been hitting so real I even initiated calls with friends, replied to most of my messages (which is how you know I’m very bored; a lot of the time I mass reply to messages to save time) and even checked through emails/caught up with all the latest happening in the house. Over this past weekend actually, I was talking to two of my friends who are a couple and it made me realise why people get into relationships in this period of their lives. Like there’s absolutely none/limited responsibility and you also are supposed to have to time to polish up your routines from your teenage years – therefore, prime time to emotionally invest in another person. Then there’s me: the person who literally found hobbies (still shaky and pretty theoretical at this stage), almost is learning how to study (I am hardly successful enough), learned some basic work/company dynamics, got a routine (which is possibly the most repetitive necessary thing I’ve had to do) and also like severely personality shifted my life out of pure force. Wow I realise that I literally wasted so much of my teenage life just floating about and in my head. Nowadays when I encounter this in other people, I feel such an intense reaction towards the person despite still wanting to indulge in it from time-to-time. Like this whole Tumblr void can be counted as indulging the urge to let what is in my head unstick.
It's been so intense these past years and to be honest I’m still learning and getting out of it, but I didn’t realise how much it would weigh on me and how unhealthily I still kind of live after everything. Even the amount I care/huge deal everything seems has also washed away with all this newfound independence in my life. I’m still hanging by a thread, sort of accepted it and am hanging on so much more relaxed these days – which has been better for me mentally yet I know the pressure will be on so soon and I need to perform. My sister is graduating in less than 3 months and so is decision day for me. Otherwise, no new updates – a lot of the characters on TV/movies I relate to these days are those that are at crossroads or those that have really done something that’s impacted many close people around them. I guess it’s almost perfect timing that it’s approaching end of year now, where everything is ramping up and people are eager to explore different things in the world. The whole recession news made everyone so upset at the start of the year and I’m sure something else demoralising will be back to hit in January, but for now I can’t believe I get to enjoy my life and be a semi-free bird. This semi-free bird made a pretty interesting looking egg-dish (which my devout vegetarian parents did not appreciate haha) but it was so much fun! I literally can’t wait to chemistry experiment my way this whole semester.
-yoshimonster-
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game: spell your url with song titles. Tagged by @mugirmu :) all from my liked on spotify. i am not doing the numbers bc none of my liked songs start with those particular numbers :(
m: my sword by Jeris Johnson
a: Autocorrect by KONGOS
v: VILLIAN by K/DA
e: Electric Feel by MGMT
r: Revolver by Vian Izak
i: It’s Time by Imagine Dragons
(bonus bc my username is intentionally spelt wrong) c: Choke by I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME
k: Kiss Me You Animal by Burn the Ballroom
now it is @bakuraryxu, @beanssss, @gaynormanjayden, @coras-bucket-of-gay-trash and @bisexual-bisaster turn
#man it was a close call on like#a bunch of those#wanted Enemy for E but wasn't gonna put 2 imagine dragons songs bc thats cringe#and It's time is my favourite song of all time so like i had to put that#found out i have 3 songs saved called Monster and 1 called Monsters#never realised that bc i dont sort by alphabetical lmao#somehow didnt wind up with a single video game soundtrack on here#was thinking of putting Mother I'm Here for M#or In Circles for I
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LGBT+ Fantasy/Fiction Books and TWs
-In the case that a book on the list is the first of a series, TWs will include warnings for the entire series-
IDNS means “I Do Not Support the Author”- reasons will be listed and linked! if you are interested in this author’s book, try to buy second hand!
I have removed some books that were on here, I know! I removed them specifically for problematic content- this book list was not just books I loved, but books I had yet to read and hoped to love. Books that misrepresent or fetishize our community don’t deserve to be supported and spread even more. I have replaced these books with ones that don’t perpetuate harmful stereotypes, so we can all enjoy our escapes!
1. Carry On by Rainbow Rowell (Trilogy)-
(Fantasy, Witches, Vampires, kind of Harry Potter-y, MLM Romance, TW for suicidal ideation, self-destructiveness, abandonment, foster care, neglect, bullying, major character death, racism, murder and attempted murder, violence, gun violence and relationship issues. It has some heavy topics but is written in a pretty light tone.)
(DNS author: Racism/stereotyping/fetishization of Asian community)
2. Red White and Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston-
(MLM “Enemies” to lovers, about the son of the President and the Prince of England getting into a fight, they have to fake a friendship to fix their PR situation, TW for being publicly outed, semi-graphic sex scenes, politically charged discussions, addiction, underage alcohol use, blackmail, parental death (mentioned), homophobia, panic attacks, sexual abuse/harrassment (mentioned), racism, parental neglect )
3. Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller-
(MLM but not explicitly romance, Ancient Greece, demigods, exile, TW for abduction, abandonment, war, violence, ableism, child abuse, death, human sacrifice, human trafficking, murder, plague (mentioned), sexual assault (mentioned), self-harm, slavery, torture)
4. The Foxhole Court by Nora Sakavic (Trilogy)-
(MLM, very slow burn. Demisexual MC. Mafia mixed with kids with broken homes mixed with a kid who has a dream of being a pro at a fictional sport. The focus is NOT on the relationship, it is the subplot. TW for ableism, verbal and physical abuse, abuse within a psychiatric facility, alcoholism, underage alcohol use, physical assault, sexual assault, conversion therapy (mention), death of an animal, parental death, drug abuse, drug use, drug overdose, drug misrepresentation, violence, gun violence, knife violence, homophobia, hate crime, murder, panic attacks, rehab, self harm, suicide (mentioned), graphic torture, manipulation, police intervention, organized crime/mafia, graphic description of burns. It is a great series but it has heavy content and is not light reading if you go in unprepared.)
5. The House on the Cerulean Sea by TJ Klune -
(MLM (WLW side characters), fantasy, found family, heartwarming romance, magical creatures, TW for abuse(mentioned), trauma-related anxiety, bigotry, body shaming, bullying, child abuse (backstory), internalized fatphobia, homophobia, microaggresions, violence, violence against children)
6. Heartstopper by Alice Oseman (Series)-
(MLM, graphic novel, slow burn, coming out, TW for emotionally abusive relationship, anorexia, self harm, suicidal ideation, bullying(mentioned), psychiatric facility, trauma discussion, homophobia)
7. The Raven Boys by Maggie Stiefvater (Series)-
(MLM, Fantasy, about a secret private school, slow burn, found family, TW for underage alcohol use, drug use, suicide(mentioned), homophobia, domestic abuse, child abuse(mentioned), murder and attempted murder, burglary, car crash, fire related death(non-graphic), kidnapping, terminal illness, sick parent, ritual sacrifice, suicide, violence, gore, gun violence, knife violence, panic attack, PTSD, workplace harrassment)
8. They Both Die at the End by Adam Silvera-
(MLM, Bisexual Latino characters, whole story takes place in 24 hours because at about midnight- aka the start of the book- they get a phone call saying they’re going to die, TW for death, animal death, child death, drowning, violence, gang violence, gun violence, homophobia, panic attack, parental suicide, suicidal ideation, sick parent, police intervention, and foster care)
9. Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo (Series)-
(Queer characters, but no romance in the first book, fantasy, found family, slow burn, TW for graphic depictions of violence, addiction, genocide/fantasy racism, gambling, drug use, withdrawal, ableism, abuse(mentioned), sexual slavery(mentioned/backstory), sexual assault(mentioned/backstory), imprisonment, murder and attempted murder, death, death threats, loss of loved one, prosecution, torture, violence, gore)
10. The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue by Mackenzi Lee-
(MLM Historical Fiction Romance, Travel/Journey, Best Friends to lovers, TW for abuse, homophobia, adoption, alcoholism, breakups, death(mentioned), epilepsy/seizures, prison, robbery)
(DNS author: transphobia/biphobia)
11. In Deeper Waters by FT Lukens-
(MLM, High fantasy, “A young prince must rely on a mysterious stranger to save him when he is kidnapped during his coming of age tour”, TW for kidnapping, violence, abuse, war(mentioned))
12. Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe by Benjamin Alire Sáenz (Duology)-
(MLM Latino coming of age story, TW for violence, surgery, transmisogyny, sexism, homophobia, hate crime, PTSD, hospitalization, alcohol use, drug use, animal death, car crash, death(non-graphic))
14. We Contain Multitudes by Sarah Henstra-
(MLM, coming of age, friendship and romance, TW for bullying, homophobia, abuse, underage alcohol use, drug use)
15. Beneath the Citadel by Destiny Soria-
(Asexual/Bisexual representation, fantasy, ragtag team goes on a quest, TW for death, abduction/kidnapping, blackmail, branding, child abuse(mentioned), coma, amnesia, execution, murder, addiction, violence)
16. More Happy than Not by Adam Silvera-
(MLM main character, YA, “it's about a boy who is considering a memory-alteration procedure to forget he's gay because leading a life as a straight teen would probably be way easier for him. It's about science versus nature, friendship, sexuality, and a quest for happiness.” About the happy ending and how even bad moments lead to good. Hopeful but despairing. TW for attempted suicide, suicide, domestic abuse, medical procedure to erase sexuality, internalized homophobia, homophobia, depression)
17. I Wish You All the Best by Mason Deaver-
(Nonbinary main character, nonbinary muslim side character, romance/love and building a family out of people you care about. About finding your voice. TW for bad coming out, misgendering, transphobia, family rejection/struggle, anxiety(detailed), child abuse, gender dysphoria, homophobia, disownment, panic attacks, suicidal thoughts, suicidal ideation, underage alcohol use)
18. We Are Okay by Nina LaCour-
(WLW, moving out and coming of age, self-discovery and childhood romance, TW for loss of a loved one, depression, loneliness(detailed), chronic illness, death, drowning(mentioned), suicide)
19. The Rest of Us Just Live Here by Patrick Ness-
(Contemporary, about the normal people’s lives while living among Chosen Ones. Family/coming of age/acceptance story. TW for monsters, apocalypse, violence/explosions, death, anorexia, relapse, panic attacks, anxiety attacks, unrequited romance)
20. Lizard Radio by Pat Schmatz-
(Dystopian story about a teenager struggling with their gender identity, TW for abandonment, oppressive government, outlawed homosexuality, hate crime, homophobia, transphobia, violence)
#aftg#all for the game#the foxhole court#allforthegame#nora sakavic#queer books#queer author#queer representation#queer positivity#nonbinary#trans#lgbtsource#lgbtq books#lgbtqplus#lgbt representation#six of crows#the raven cycle#song of achilles#firstprince#lgbtqia#book rec list#book readers#reading#aristotle and dante#queer pride#lgbt books#gay pride#bi pride#pride books#ari and dante
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Village Of Shadows & Yearning For Dark Shadows
– A Closer Look
At the end of the game, it is clear that the folktale story “Village of Shadows” told in the very beginning was about Mother Miranda and the Four Lords all along. Even though the characters in the folktale are different in appearance and behaviour, the key features of the legend stay the same.
The girl in the folktale is presumed to be Rose, the four monsters she encounters represent the Four Lords and the Witch is supposed to be Mother Miranda. The mirror in which the girl has been trapped in by the Witch could represent the four flasks Rose’s body has been sealed in.
This gets confirmed by the revealing of the folktale’s ending, where the father shows up to fight the Witch and sacrifices his life to save his daughter. The concept artwork also confirms that the family in the folktale is based on the Winters family:
However, there are certain things happening in the folktale that are incompatible with the actual role Rose has in the game’s story.
Rose and Ethan:
The problem is that Rose has a completely passive role in the story, since she is a baby and defenseless. She can’t think for herself and is in need of protection, she is the one that needs to be saved.
But the girl in the folktale is an active character who decides her actions. This is more similar to the active role of Ethan in the game’s story. Ethan meets and fights the Four Lords, in the same order as the girl meets the monsters in the folktale:
1. The Bat Lord = Alcina Dimitrescu
2. The Dark Weaver = Donna Beneviento
3. The Fish King = Salvatore Moreau
4. The Iron Steed = Karl Heisenberg
In the folktale, the Bat Lord, the Dark Weaver and the Fish King all willingly give gifts to the girl, in order to save her or to help her endure her harsh environment. The Iron Steed though, is the only one that does not give a gift to her.
Instead, the girl apparently has become greedy and starts to take things for granted. She takes something from the Iron Steed what she thought was supposed to be another gift for her. This action in turn angers the Iron Steed:
Then an Iron Steed appeared, bearing a beautiful, golden gear.
The creature said nothing as the girl approached
and snatched what she thought was another gift.
The horse grew angry and summoned the other monsters.
This is also testified by the Witch saying to the girl:
“Gifts we gave, but more you took,” she snarled. “So more, in turn, is due.”
The narrator of the folktale and the Witch claim that the girl has become greedy. In the credit song “Yearning for Dark Shadows”, which is told from the girl’s POV, she confirms this:
Warm and full, I approached an Iron Steed adorned with gold,
and I grabbed what I thought was mine.
Mine, Mine, Mine!
The repercussion and punishment of the girl’s actions and greediness is to be trapped inside a mirror. This could be taken as a classical lesson that folktales sometimes try to teach children: Do not stray away from your parents. Do not trust strangers. Do not assume that everyone you meet will give you something for free.
Assuming that the active role of the girl represents Ethan, then his interactions with the Lords is in contrast to girl’s interactions with the monsters. The first three Lords did not give Ethan a gift (Rose Jar) willingly, like their counterparts in the folktale do. The only one who gives Ethan a Rose Jar back willingly is Heisenberg (even though not without further work), whose counterpart in the folktale was the only one to not give a gift.
The gift giving of the Lords is reversed in the game’s story. The same goes for their behaviour, as their folktale counterparts seem to be worried about the girl’s condition, while in the actual story neither of them cares about Ethan or Rose.
The girl in the folktale represents on one hand the passive role of Rose’s situation in the game (getting trapped by the Witch in the mirror = getting trapped by Mother Miranda in jars). But on the other hand the girl also represents the active role of Ethan throughout the game’s story (meeting and fighting the Four Lords Lords in the same order; the reversed gift giving situation).
At the end of the folktale, Ethan’s active role of the girl is now given to the father’s role, who shows up to fight the Witch and sacrifices himself:
- But the Witch was strong and Father yelled, “Save our daughter!”
- Even now, the burnt forest is a grim reminder of Father’s sacrifice.
Rose fully takes now over the role of the girl, who has been freed from the mirror (jars). This also means that the active role her father had before is now passed on to her. This is confirmed by the last sentence appearing:
- The father’s story is now done.
In the “Yearning for Dark Shadows” song, new lines are added to the folktale story and to the POV of the girl:
Hello, my tears, because of you, I am who I am.
Hello, sorrow, because of you, I am who I am.
Long, long, ago I did not know who I was.
And in the deepness, I was lost and now...
These lines are fitting for both Rose and Ethan. The girl talks about her journey seen through her own eyes, which could allude to Ethan talking about how he met and fought the Four Lords. The lines of the chorus specifically could be an expression of his emotions, the moment he found out about his true nature (having died and turned into a Molded).
Because Miranda’s discovery of the Megamycete, her studies and experiments in the village are ultimately the source for everything that happened to Ethan during the Baker Family Incident and the reason why he is no longer a normal human.
From Rose’s POV the lines could allude to her feelings about her father and also about the troubles of her own origins, as it is shown in the post-credit scene.
The gifts of the Four Lords:
However, there is an interesting note to make on the gift giving situation of the four monsters in the folktale. It is a big focus there and the turning point of the folktale’s story. The Iron Steed stands out compared to its companions, because it does not give a gift to the girl and is the one to cause her entrapment.
The same goes for Heisenberg’s role in the game’s story. Like the Iron Steed, his role in the game stands out from the other Lords, because he is the only one of them who reaches out to Ethan and honestly wants to team up with him. His backstory and motives are also different to them, since he is the only one to have seen through Miranda’s manipulation and schemes, and wants to be freed of her.
The other Lords are loyal to Miranda, fully believe in her and take actions to get her approval and love. Some time ago, Miranda approached the Four Lords, took them in as their children and infected them with the Cadou. This action is seen by Alcina, Donna and Moreau as a form of gift or recognition.
Alcina believes that she must be Miranda’s favourite child due to her generousness:
“She gave me this castle, obedient daughters, everlasting life, did she not?
Am I not her favorite? Am I not special?” - Alcina Dimitrescu’s Diary
Donna is happy to be able to make her doll come to life, thanks to the Cadou infection and is excited about the effects of the flowers, that she probably received from Miranda first:
“Mistress Donna seems happy. It might be my imagination, but I feel like her doll Angie is even more lively than before. [...] We had a mighty fine conversation.
Something about receiving a gift of power from Mother? [...] I mentioned this to Donna and she seemed thrilled by it.” - Gardener’s Diary
Moreau still utterly believes in Miranda and seems to see her as his actual mother. Even though he is ashamed of his mutated appearance, for which she is the source of, and despite himself noting that Miranda seems to not really care about him. But the thought of her abandoning him still frightens him:
“But if Mother does then... what will happen to me?
I'm not her real child... Would she abandon me?
No! I don't want that!” - Moreau’s Diary
The only one who does not see his powers as a gift is Heisenberg:
“We’re merely a bunch of failed Cadou experiments to her. [...]
What a joke. I’ll never forgive her for what she did to me. [...]
Miranda just didn’t change my body, she took my dignity.” - Heisenberg’s Diary
The four monsters in the folktale, who give a gift to the girl could be a representation of Mother Miranda, handing over the Cadou to the Four Lords and with that their future powers. Each Lord’s unique power is already depicted in the form of the folktale monster. The girl in that moment, could be a stand-in of each one of the Lords, thankfully accepting the gift:
- “So, she clothed herself and smiled with joy.”
- “So, the girl ate and smiled with joy once more.”
Village of Shadows:
Then the Bat Lord appeared! He greeted her warmly and bit his own wing.
“Come, child. Quench your thirst,” he said.
So, she drank the thick, dark blood and smiled with joy.
Yearning for Dark Shadows:
Within the darkness, cold and silent,
A voice called out to me:
“Hello, lost child, come quench your thirst and drink this pint, to bring you joy”.
It’s interesting that the Bat Lord exactly suggests what Alcina has to do, in order to control her mutation and due to her blood disease. She needs to drink blood; the girl in the folktale does the same:
The girl also gets called “child” by the monsters, which is what Mother Miranda calls the Four Lords.
Again, the part that stands out is the role of the Iron Steed aka Heisenberg:
Village of Shadows:
Then an Iron Steed appeared, bearing a beautiful, golden gear.
The creature said nothing as the girl approached,
and snatched what she thought was another gift.
The horse grew angry and summoned the other monsters.
Yearning for Dark Shadows:
Warm and full, I approached an Iron Steed adorned with gold,
and I grabbed what I thought was mine.
Mine, Mine, Mine!
As explained above, the girl has gotten greedy and now assumes something that was not yet given to her, which marks the first step into her entrapment. The growing greediness of the girl could be an allusion to Mother Miranda herself. Just like the girl, she has become greedier and more selfish over time.
In her pursuit, she took in Heisenberg as another one of her children and experimented on him. His anger and hate for her stem from this trauma and is the origin of his antagonizing side towards her. Just as the girl took something from the Iron Steed without asking, and how its anger towards her is the result of her action.
The line about the Iron Steed summoning the other monsters may be interpreted as a hint to Heisenberg’s Soldats that he creates in his factory to fight against Miranda’s lycans.
Ultimately, everything leads to Miranda still not stopping there, but taking away yet another child (Rose), tearing her body apart and sealing her in jars. She abandons an entire village that was dedicated to her, and people who were loyal to her, only to get what she is truly after. She also calls Rose “her daughter” throughout the game, and even at the end she believes that Rose is Eva Reborn.
Conclusion:
The girl and the monsters of the folktale may represent more than just one side of the story. Or they can be a metaphor for more than just one character.
Everyone’s side of the story in the game is assembled in the characters of the folktale. Together they all represent the themes of “family” and “greed”.
I am most certainly overanalyzing things, as I do not believe myself that this much thought was put into the folktale story or the song lyrics.
But who knows...
#Karl Heisenberg#Alcina Dimitrescu#Ethan Winters#Rosemary Winters#resident evil village#resident evil 8#Donna Beneviento#Salvatore Moreau#resident evil#resident evil meta#Mother Miranda
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Gavin’s Weibo Posts (2021)
Compilation of 2020 Posts: here
1 January 2021:
Welcoming a new journey along with the wind.
7 January 2021:
Arrived very punctually.
16 January 2021:
Learnt a new folk song, but the fingering is a little complicated.
22 January 2021:
Marked down a star
30 January 2021:
It’s been a very long time since the claw machine in the nearby shopping mall had new prizes.
6 February 2021:
Left Thorny with a professional to take care of for a while
[Note] A full compilation of Gavin’s plant adventures: here
11 February 2021:
Wishing for the new year to be very promising
14 February 2021:
Scenery of the river at night
23 February 2021:
Saved many recipes, but the house is always missing different pots.
2 March 2021:
[Note] He’s recommending “Sunny Day” by Jay Chou!
11 March 2021:
Since I’ve brought it back, it’d keep me company while I work overtime
17 March 2021:
The shop’s closing for the night soon, and there’s no more meat
22 March 2021:
It’s rare to have a rest day, so I reinforced the hanging chairs.
28 March 2021:
Resembles flowing clouds
1 April 2021:
Almost thought a bullet went through my phone...
[Note] MC probably changed his lockscreen to a cracked one~
11 April 2021:
Sour yet sweet
15 April 2021:
Hm… hm?
[Note] I did a mini analysis of this post here!
19 April 2021:
It’s the time when willow catkins must be cleaned off clothes after returning home.
27 April 2021:
Not spicy
1 March 2021:
I’ll let Sparky have a vacation, and switch to a cross-country motor when heading out
11 March 2021:
A different story could be hidden.
22 March 2021:
Good weather.
1 June 2021:
Received a large goodie bag of snacks
9 June 2021:
When going out these days, prepare an umbrella at all times
13 June 2021:
Met a flying companion along the way
23 June 2021:
Experienced demon field training. I can still press on.
28 June 2021:
Convenient, but doesn’t seem very healthy
8 July 2021:
Found a lost earring in Little Little Little Black’s cleaning box.
[Note] Little Little Little Black / Sparky Jr Jr Jr is Gavin’s Zoombot!
13 July 2021:
The wind is a little warm this season
18 July 2021:
Cotton on the branches
29 July 2021:
A well-received new companion
[Note] This is a reference to Spreading Wings Date!
8 August 2021:
The correct way to use an oven... is a little more difficult than I imagined.
14 August 2021:
Discovered the fun of using Morse code to communicate
[Note] This is a reference to his call from Fragrant Traces Date!
21 August 2021:
Found a familiar taste in the self-service freezer
Check out a translated comic based on this post here!
30 August 2021:
Missed the target
8 September 2021:
During a mission, Sparky accidentally stepped on glass and was wounded in action
Check out a translated comic based on this post here!
14 September 2021:
What’s on the other side of the black hole?
21 September 2021:
Without a telescope, we can still ride the early Autumn breeze and admire the moon from up close.
24 September 2021:
A song from many years ago
Check out the song with English lyrics here!
3 October 2021:
Magnificence that can be seen even on cloudy days
This is a reference to his Summer Palace Tour
19 October 2021:
The ginkgos are arriving pretty slowly this year
26 October 2021:
A scenery you might chance upon only if you persist in waking up early
31 October 2021:
Ghosts and monsters will appear in the amusement park, so stay close
7 November 2021:
Very disciplined
16 November 2021:
The dry weather has added stress to Sparky Jr Jr Jr’s work
[Note] Little Little Little Black / Sparky Jr Jr Jr is Gavin’s Zoombot!
26 November 2021:
Made it in time for the freshest bowl
[Note] This might be a reference to his post on 17 March 2021 where he had a sad bowl of plain noodles because the shop was closing :’<
4 December 2021:
When it’s time to check the results of training at the end of the year, the temperature in the office seems a little colder than the outside
16 December 2021:
The fire from the stove at the baked sweet potato stall looks very warm
26 December 2021:
Leave your troubles with the wind
Move on to: 2022
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BATMAN BINGO MASTER POST 2020
1 "I thought you were dead.": I Still See Your Ghost
Today was just not Dick's day. First he overslept his alarm and was late to work. Amy had been less than impressed at his tardiness... Then He had bungled what should have been an easy take town... But the straw that broke the camel's back was Tim. Dick had forgotten to call Tim.
2 Friendly fire: Fratricide
Jason was pissed. No, Jason was enraged. Yeah, he was enraged at the whole mess his family-- if that’s even what they were to each other anymore-- had gotten him in. It was meant to be a simple night. Break in. Torch the drugs. Maybe shoot a couple of people and go home. But no, Batman heard about his plans and decided that arson was too extreme.
“Someone could get hurt.”
Well someone had gotten hurt, a lot of someones.
3 Hypothermia: Weekend Commute
Dick Grayson makes his way home during the first snow fall of the year, when he finds himself confused and cold, miles from home.
Chapter two Bruce's perspective.
4 Superman: Bringer of the Dawn
The Aftermath of when the Joker shoots Dick.
or
Where do you go when your family tells you to get out?
5 Shot: The Gratitude Trap
Bruce finds himself in the dark, a place he never thought he would be when it came to Clark Kent and Dick Grayson. Yet here he is digging for answers, because he is too scared to pick up the phone and call.
6 Two-face: The Better Choice
How do you reconcile the man who was once your friend with the monster he has become?
Bruce reflects on how the man he once called his best friend changed. How could the man who helped him foster Dick, hold that baseball bat?
7 Drowning: Omori’s Law
Deep in the sewer's under Gotham, Batman is trapped. There is no back up, no Robin. He is faced with the single truth that he tried to teach each of his partners... You have to save yourself.
8 Found Family: A Restoration from a Resilient Heart
Dick just wants to not be alone with the shadows in the house. Bruce doesn't realize he has lived with them for far to long, and maybe he doesn't have to anymore.
9 Adoption: The Irrefutable Truth
When he reached the reception, he found himself looking around a fairly empty room. There were a few call girls in the corner filling out forms, an older woman holding a dog, a kid that looked about twelve and a middle aged man who looked like he was ready to cry. He knew no one. Dick was about to turn around and head back to his desk when the on duty officer called out to him. Officer O’Conner was one of his fellow rookies, he had a thick accent. Dick thought he might be from Louisiana.
“Grayson! Why didn’t you say your brother was coming to see you?”
Dick looked at him with his mouth slightly open. There was no way he heard that right. “My what?”
10 Bruises: Mr. Wayne
Tim is new to this. He's only been Robin for a little over six months. It was going well. But now he was going to be fired. Batman wouldn't want a partner who got caught at school with a black eye. Would he?
11 Bruce is dead: You Have One Saved Message
Gotham gossip columns spread lies and smear good people's names. But yet Damian can't help but think maybe this mornings article was true. That despite all his claims of being the true son of Bruce Wayne, he was in fact the only unwanted one.
12 CPR: Vital Signs
Robin wakes to find him and Batman in an exploded factory. With Batman injured and the building burning around them, Dick struggles to get them both to safety.
13 Dad: Storge
Bruce could have sworn his spirit had left him momentarily. The sudden hollowness that filled him couldn’t be explained in any other way.
“Your dad must have his hands full with you.” Elizabeth Ribbons leaned forward and patted Dick’s shoulder, as he reached for yet another slice of cheesecake from a passing waiter’s tray.
Bruce fixed his eyes on the ice sculpture that hid him from view. It suddenly seemed like the most interesting design in the world. The soft lines of the ice on the otherwise insignificant over sized swan seemed like a lead shield... Because Dick would read it easily in his expression. He wanted to be Dick’s dad. But he wasn’t.
14 Stealing the Batmobile: T-Minus Six Hours
Some days Tim is sure that he’s gonna be killed. Usually it’s some luck shot or near miss that made his life flash before his eyes. Not today though. Today he was positive Bruce was going to kill him. Yes, today was the day that Timothy Jackson Drake was going to be put down. He’s not sure that even Nightwing could save him. He was going to go down in history as the first sidekick to be murdered by their mentor.
Because the Batmobile was definitely not where he’d parked it.
15 Wayne Enterprises: Amidst the Absence of Meaning
Bruce is worried. He's running on less than three hours of sleep, and way too many cups of coffee. He had messed up. That much was obvious. The question was would Dick forgive him?
A gruesome night on patrol bleeds into Bruce's work day and now all he can wonder is if this is the thing that will push Dick over the edge? Had he finally seen to much pain?
16 Ransom: Sum of My Worth
The ring of the phone seemed to echo through the manor’s still too quiet long, winding halls, and everyone present collectively held their breath.
Bruce lunged for the phone.
17 Secret Injury: Hiding in Pain Sight
“What?” Dick asked sharper than he meant to. He was tired.
“Nothing.” Tim said with a small smirk. “Heavy is the head.”
Dick closed his eyes, glad that Tim couldn’t see them. He was so sick of this. Tim, Jason, Damian and Cass all didn’t think he was good enough, well Cass hadn’t said that, but Dick could read her. They didn’t think he was up to the job. Well they didn’t need to tell him that. He knew it.
18 Superboy: An Interlude in Breathing
Tim looked out over the water in a daze. Bruce and Dick had gone somewhere below deck and he was alone. Well there were strangers on the ship mingling and talking excitedly--but Tim gave them no notice. Instead he watched the water lap up against the hull and crash down back to meet the dark, cold waters. They were far enough out that he could no longer see the shore. It was just endless expenses of sea and sky. Something tickled his neck and he started, only to realize he had been crying. It was only a tear slipping under his collar.
The days after the battle of Infinite Crisis
19 Betrayed: Smother
She took another drag of the cigarette, letting the smoke roll in her lungs for a long moment before allowing it hiss out between her teeth. The screams from the warehouse weren’t completely muffled by the distance, or the walls. Perhaps she was only imagining them.
But then, sounds like that, she didn’t think she could dream up. She jumped after a particularly high pitched yelp.
“Get a grip.” She dropped the cigarette and pulled out another. Her hand shook as she lit it. “It’s just some random kid. He’s not--” She bit back a sob. She didn’t deserve to cry. She had no right to tears, not when it was her fault.
20 Crowbar: Breaklights
The mail fell to the ground and the paper smacked the tiles hard. The sound in reality couldn’t have been all that loud, but it seemed to echo around the entryway. Bruce didn’t look at the dropped bills and the invitation to a fundraiser for the new Gotham women’s shelter. He was too fixated on the small stamp with the queen of England's head on it. Wolverhampton.
The large envelope was far heavier then it should have been. Bruce could feel bile crawling up his throat.
He had forgotten.
21 Deathstroke: Debts and Dues
There were some things that were never pleasant, getting caught in the snow without socks, losing your keys, and not being able to remember the name of a song. Having a gun pointed at your chest, Dick felt, qualified as extremely unpleasant. He stood stock still. The barrel of the gun was still hot, it burned slightly as it dug into his sternum. Even with his uniform he could still feel the heat left over from previous rounds fired.
He didn’t flinch. He couldn’t flinch.
“Move.”
“You know I can’t.” Dick wondered if Slade had the guts to do it.
22 Mission Gone Wrong: Murmur in the Quiet Hours
Superman?
Clark froze. He knew that voice. But-- he had never heard it sounding so sad. Was that-- no.
Clark dove for his phone, still on the counter from when he got home last night. The screen was black. Dead. Clark swore and dropped it. He was in his coat and shoes before it hit the counter top.
23 Kidnapped: Chum
Dick trumped through the leaves, stopping his feet roughly. He relished the sound of the crunch beneath his shoes as he tread on the brown, dead leaves before him. He felt rather justified in his satisfaction. After all the world had taken so much from him, why wouldn’t he do his best to crush it in return. The woods were cool and as he went deeper into them they grew darker. The sun had long set, and the sky was quickly vanishing as the trees grew thicker. Wayne Manor was far behind him. He was never going back.
He hated those pristine walls, those old floor boards. He hated the quiet. He hated the stuffy furniture and the rules and the vases and pictures. He hated his new guardian and that… that… Dick couldn’t remember what Alfred was called, but he hated it.
The bag on his back felt heavy. It had everything Dick owned in it. Well and a toothbrush that Alfred had given him. But he didn’t think that was really stealing.
24 Riddler: Seeking Silence on Shortwaves
Normally Dick would be happy to listen to Tim talk. In fact, Dick thought it was one of his favorite sounds in the world. Tim rarely allowed himself to be excited about things. Hearing him speak so freely and openly to Bruce and him about his plans was refreshing. Dick only wished it wouldn’t be at the cost of his life.
Batman hadn't always been so strict about talking unnecessarily over comms. When it was just two of them it hadn't mattered, their walkie talkie system had always worked. But now that Nightwing and Robin were in Gotham, it seems insane that they never realized: if only one person can talk over the radio at a time... how could they call for help?
25 Mr. Freeze: Glimpsing the Sun While Trapped in the Rime
He almost called Bruce between his fourth and fifth class. He pulled his phone out, leaning against his locker, and half dialed his number when a warm hand fell on his shoulder.
“Hey.”
Dick spun around and blinked back black spots as his body protested the sudden movement. A blaze of red hair filled his vision and Dick felt a small fire build in his chest. His face split into a wide smile.
After a run in with Mr. Freeze Dick finds himself feeling odd at school, but he can't go home, not when Barbara's asked him to drive her to Betty's party after school.
#batman bingo 2020#Master Post#Batman#CK Writes#Nightwing#Dick Grayson#tim drake#Jason Todd#Damian Wayne#Red Hood#Red Robin#robin#My Writing
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👑Hewwu Queen 👑 is it alright if I request DIO in part 3 meeting his descendant?. Like he basically had a kid accidentally in part 1 and now he’s meeting their great grandkid who looks allot like him and seems to not be fully human. Maybe he meets them at night since their family was traveling around the world and stopped off in Egypt where he found them maybe listening to music?
Since you write for DIO, is it alright if I request that he somehow meets one of his kid after they get into some time travel shenanigans. Maybe his kid has a stand that is kinda similar to his but they aren’t confident in using it
DIO aiding his helpless descendant
sfw / gn reader
notes/warnings: implied assault (on your great-great grandmother)
Another case of two anons thinking alike!! It was really fun to think about this and sorry for taking so much time to get to it :o I hope you’ll still enjoy 💖✨also the pacing is strange/fast (to me), but i felt it fit with how frantic i imagine meeting Dio is
Somewhere between irking Jonathan and wishing to destroy any respectful sliver of the Joestar bloodline, Dio had his own way of indulging and spending his time. Men, women; any creature he could manipulate to his will and suck the life out of to join his dark army was welcome in his dimly lit hideout to meet their fate. The self proclaimed god that had surmounted humanity took pleasure in playing with his food; leaving them in complete darkness, literally. He’d let them suffer in silence, hearing them whimper and regret their choice to ever step foot inside the wicked monster’s palace. But it was always too late.
Except for the very night Jonathan had decided to come spoil the fun and ruin Dio’s playtime. The woman hadn’t meant anything to him, just a toy to play with and to later discard on the pile of other bodies strewn about. Was she glad to have been saved by the burly Joestar? At first yes; brought back to her senses, out of that monster’s grasp but left terribly violated. Left to carry and care for the offspring Dio would never know or care about, too busy being left to slumber in the ocean and gaining a new form from his hated ‘brother’.
Dio rose again, skulking in the shadows of dimly lit cities, looking for any and all petty humans and stand users to claim for his side. It took time and patience he didn’t know he possessed to get fully comfortable in his new body. There was always this inkling, a nagging sonar that kept getting louder and louder, not much unlike his connection to the new generation of Joestars. It grasped at his thoughts, kept him from any semblance of peace of mind -as much as he could acquire it- and there seemed to be no way of silencing it. He couldn’t see a clear picture; it was just nothing but an annoying sense of something being near.
He had searched for weeks like a bloodhound hot on a trail, irritated that he of all people, nay creations, was being made to follow and be obedient to the terrible nagging. It angered him greatly and only when he found a mere youngster sitting on a bench, you, a simple looking human, did it boil over. Sat with your walkman resting next to you on the wooden seating, head bopping along to your newest cassette in the middle of the night. Completely lost in the song you’d been drumming along to with your fingers. Dio was furious but knew better than to strike before investigating, he needed answers and he needed them now.
As he got closer to you, sneaking from behind, he noticed an immediate shift. You were no longer alone. An image, a blur that became clearer and steadier and more live-like as each second passed; posing defensively, staring down Dio with a fire in your eyes not much unlike the tall blonde’s. Not for a moment does he fear for his safety. Even though The World is a newly acquired power it could easily wipe out a scrawny kid without even hitching a breath. He smirks, eyes cast over in shadow by the dim street light as he hears you pause your cassette player.
“Oh? Was I disturbing you?’ he mocks in a smirk, catching the way your eyes glint and the vaguely familiar image you awaken in him. Just like before he’s left to figure out who this annoying hazy memory is. His voice shivers down your very being, goosebumps taking over your skin; not sure if you had already missed your chance to run. It was like his glare fixated you in place, finger still resting on the pause button of your player while the other reached up to remove the flimsy headphones.
“You…” you barely get out the word. The accusatory tone you had tried to convey had watered down to a whimper. You had felt the connection too, something nagging at your soul and stringing you along until you’d finally found the source. “Me? Hah! No, you.” Dio slid closer, his steps so quiet and calculated that even though you couldn’t take your eyes off of him you swore it seemed like he floated. You swallowed thickly, the huge figure that excluded an aura so menacing only a meter away from you.
“So. Who are you and why was it so disgustingly annoying to find you?” he joked impertinently, amused by the way you clenched your jaw at his remark. “I could ask you the same.” a brave little spark still smouldering inside. “DIO. Now don’t make me ask again, you’re making me dreadfully inpatient.” He hadn’t felt the need to kill you, at least not yet. Dio was truly curious about your answer but by the looks of it you really didn’t seem to know all that much.
You begrudgingly gave him your name, in need of some answers yourself. The sound of your name didn’t ring a single bell, not a tick, not a clank. Nothing. Not a single step further to knowing anything. “Well it seems like you do have a stand. Maybe you possess a great power that might be useful to me.” that wicked grin on his face told you a little too much of his motivations. He reminded you of those Saturday morning cartoon villains. But still you felt compelled to listen, ignoring every single red flag.
Deciding to humour him you give out your stand’s name. “Trust me, we can’t really do much.” you huffed. You’ve only obtained your stand recently and honestly, it has been pretty shitty so far. You didn’t know exactly what it could do, it was just there. Any time you felt stressed or in danger it did come to your aid but it remained awfully docile. Their presence comforted you but you just knew it was capable of so much more.
“Are you a vampire?” The sudden question came out more surprised than Dio had hoped to let on. He regained his posture, opting to slide next to you on the bench with a swift move. There was something… off about the way you carried yourself that reminded him of himself and the other vampires he’d created. The question stunned you, your eyes that had already been widened in shock only growing more so. The way he had changed the entire conversation that had barely earned its start urged you to think quickly. “I don’t know.” you mumbled demurely. You really didn’t know. So many weird things had been happening to you lately that you being a vampire would explain a lot.
Your answer seemed to change the imposing man’s gaze and expression. It hardened a bit, his grin now slowly diminishing into a straighter line and his pointed brows resting down at a more natural angle. Even in this low light his image felt so familiar, like you were already supposed to know who he was but the memory remained hidden. Locked away for your safety. “You should feed. And don’t go out in daylight anymore.” Dio paused for a second. “Strange...” He pondered to himself out loud. He’s only seen a few cases like this, vampiric genes passed down through generations. For some reason he pitied you, as much as he could muster it. The unknown bond you shared felt too unusual to write off.
“What am I supposed to do?” you felt tears prick your eyes, trying your best to remain strong but you’ve been so tired. You couldn't confide in anyone, not about this. Tears started rolling, falling in thick streams down your cheeks and dropping onto your lap. Here you were, crying to a stranger named Dio about being a vampire and having weird powers. A bizarre twist of fate.
“First of all, stop crying. Then, widen your stance when you’re about to fight someone. I could have easily knocked you down with that flimsy imitation. Fix your posture while you’re at it. Call out your stand again.” He rattled off his demands quickly and flatly. Was he helping you? They were barbed complaints but it seemed like he actually wanted to aid you in whatever it was you were going through. You sniffled, wiping at your cheeks. You felt like a kid again; asking your parent for any reassurance when life knocked you down.
Dio actually offered a lot of viable advice, telling you about techniques to silence your steps, how to take someone down easily, to feed on humans within an inch of their life. You had asked him, just in case. You weren’t planning on killing anyone; a comment which made him scoff. That intimidating impression and overall feeling of having to bend to his will had lessened the more you talked to the blonde. He casually sat with you for what felt like hours. He hadn’t divulged into his own history, instead asking you about yours. He was still trying to figure out what this weird pull was.
“No one in your family has experienced anything like this before? Hmph. It seems to have skipped multiple generations then.” he was asking about your great grandmother and all the others that came before you. It could have occurred to them but you would have never known. “My family did come from England, though. My great-great grandmother fled in a hurry. We don’t really know why, Windknight’s Lot seems like an unusual place to frantically run from.” As soon as the small town’s name left your lips everything fell into place for Dio. His grin grew again, satisfied to finally know your connection to him.
Family.
One he made for himself, by accident, by a relation created on his own devious whim. Not that horrible Joestar bunch that kept ruining his fun or his horrible father that was but a faint minuscule memory. Something he did. It brought him even more satisfaction to know how perfectly in place it felt for you to be the one to develop these powers at the perfect time. His mind could have exploded with possibilities; a thousand ways to make you join his side. But it didn’t, he wasn’t sure that’s what he wanted yet. And he surely wasn’t going to tell you of your bond either, lest you get attached too quickly.
As you finished up and the early signs of a rising sun were starting to make itself known on the horizon, you were saying your goodbye’s. “Thank you for helping me. Truly, I- I don’t know how I-” you weren’t allowed to finish your earnest thanks. Dio knew you meant it, one of the only few truly grateful acknowledgements he’s ever received. “I’ll be taking over the world in a few months. If you feel so inclined to join, you know where to find me.” His lips curled into a smirk and he was making his move to leave you behind, alone on the bench again. Left to scramble for your stuff to try and stop him but he was already out of sight. “WAIT! I don’t know where to find you! You never told me!” you yelled into the empty streets, heart thumping out of your chest, hoping this wasn’t just a very elaborate dream you were caught in.
“Trust your instincts.” The voice felt incredibly close but so far away, like catching a falling snowflake; as soon as you grasped it, it just melted away.
#cozy request#dio x reader#jjba x reader#dio brando x reader#jojo x reader#jjba fic#jjba imagines#jojo's bizarre adventure#NOT INC*ST for the love of all that is good#DIO#sfw#gn reader
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Umm hi 👉👈 I realized that most of the asks you guys get are about games and rec lists. You guys deserve so much recognition for the work you put in this blog, so I wanted to ask if I can do a little get-to-know-the-mods thing? If that's okay!
1. Besides writing, what are your hobbies?
2. Do you have a niche interest right now?
3. Any fave songs/artists/bands?
4. Any fave movies/tv shows?
5. On a scale of 1-10, how likely would you survive in your wip's world?
You can totally ignore this if you guys want, no pressure. Anyway, much love to all the interact-if mods! You guys are incredible! ❤
We saw this ask and we went 👀 👀 👀 so we’re happy to answer! Thank you so much for the fun ask!
We also rated our survivability in all of our collective games, since Mars isn't an author! Fun stuff! Spoilers, though: it’s really not looking so great for me (Dani) but that’s fine!!! 😌
1. I’m a photographer as well as a graphic artist (but not like. A painter/drawer kind of artist!) and, on a general level, a maker and a tinkerer!
2. Fountain pens! I only write with ink, and only with fountain pens, and I use bottled inks/converters!
3. I’m pretty eclectic with music, but my top genres are alt rock, indie, indie pop, etc, as well as top 40s and some rap.
4. I feel like this is the hardest one for me to answer? Favorite movies/shows? Avatar: the Last Airbender has been a favorite show of mine since I was a little kid, but I have a harder time thinking of shows I would call a favorite in recent years. There are shows I’ve liked, and a lot of shows I’ve watched. But I’m picky! And demanding! It takes a lot to earn a place in Dani’s Trophy Case of Favorites. 😌 I would say I quite liked A Quite Place (movie), and I liked Us (movie). When it comes to TV shows, I have a hard time being pleased with them if they don’t end well. As a result, I have a penchant for a good limited series/miniseries (because they’re stories that have an end in mind and the plot reflects that, dagnabbit).
5. Heh. Okay.
In The Goodfellows? I think I stand I chance. I can exercise my sparkling wit and lovable personality to the best effect. I’m gonna give myself an 8/10 survivability rating. Even if I don’t have the right skills, I can go crying to the person who does and they’ll save me. Maybe.
In Creatures’ Cradle? I’m super $**!%d. 😌 1/10 survivability rating. And that 1 is me being nice to myself. The day the apocalypse breaks out I would probably be patient 0. I am self-aware. I would not do well in an apocalypse. Zombies care not for aforementioned sparkling wit and lovable personality, and I have all the muscle of a boiled spaghetti noodle. So it’s a no go.
Greater Than Gods (Cruz): Well. I’m going to be optimistic. And say that I have the wisdom not to do things I shouldn’t do and not to rock boats I shouldn’t rock. I’m going to give myself a 7/10 based on insider information, but also based on reckless optimism!
Vardir (Cruz): Cruz says this is a lighthearted game, so 10/10 LOL.
When it Hungers (Roast): I’m giving myself a nice, mediocre 5/10. I think I could put my mind to work here; I joke that I’m the village idiot, but I’m actually pretty smart! Unfortunately, I’m also curious, and maybe a little bad with authorities who won’t answer my questions. So I knocked off a lot of points due to the fact that I’d probably poke the metaphorical bear. So it’s a real coin flip as to whether I’d really make it or not.
Orthall Bay (Nines): Considering the genre is “horror” and the game intro includes the words “monster” and “maim,” I’m giving myself a whooping, enthusiastic 3/10. Yes, folks, I am that confident in myself! Once again, I can’t charm the socks off a monster (or can I?), so one of my greatest weapons is snatched from beneath my feet. Alas!
1. Beloved I’m a college student in the middle of a pandemic... i can hardly even write LOL i do draw at times which u can see in my personal blog (nothing too good really) and i used to do karate before things went to shit <3
2. Nothing niche I believe? All I do is leave Netflix as bg noise every day n play popular videgames (genshin)
3. Porter Robinson <3 I love Bea Miller a lot as well but lately I’ve been feeling Porter a lot
4. The Good Place <3
5. My WIPs:
Greater than Gods: Highly situational, the world GtG is set in is as broad as the real world LOL so I don’t have an universal answer. But keeping it vague, and knowing my own personality, I feel like 5/10. depends on my luck.
Vardir: 10/10 no one dies in Vikgade, unless you’re a hunter but I wouldn’t be a hunter <3
Others’ WIPs
I'm gonna give myself a solid 5/10 in all other WIPs because y'all aren't writing lighthearted stories either. I feel like as long as I avoid the role of the MC I will be mostly fine. I hope. But as Dani said I'm also prone to fight the wrong person and dig my own grave so 😌
1. Well, writing is a very, very, very, distant hobby since Words Hard, but I like to crochet and sculpt a little! Anything to do with fiddling with my hands and I’m good to go. And like, debatable but graphic design is my passion [insert clown emoji here since Tumblr said No]
2. Oh yeah a bunch! DnD yelling at people, thinking of arson, crocheting, rock climbing and simply vibing. I got into podcasts a few years ago and I’m always looking for more recs, so if you have some, hmu 😤
3. Pls,,,,my music taste is,,,so weird do not let me expose myself with lack of consistency but uhh. Current songs that are stuck in my head include; Cult of Dionysus , Achilles Come Down and The Last Shanty
4. If you’ve ever spoken to me before, I probably yelled about Pacific Rim to you or at you. Plus I love all The Mummy films and really enjoyed Castlevania (s3 excluded, we do not perceive that) as well!
5. Ah, mod survival simulator pt. 3
Alright, let’s go! I don’t have a WIP because again, words hard, but like, considering how feral I am when not tryna seem professional hm...
The Goodfellows: I wanna say a solid 7/10 because I’d hardcore vibe with the Traveler and probably instigate so much nonsense. I can also bribe with blueberry cake so maybe.
Creature’s Cradle: maybe a 4/10 and only because of pure spite keeping me alive long enough to smack someone. I’ve prepared for hypothetical zombie apolcapyses and I won’t hesitate to bap, but will be bapped back because I’m weak as hell.
Greater Than Gods: a toss up between 2/10 and 7/10! I can vibe and be chill but I also have terrible impulse control so...
Vardir: hm....I think pretty good survival rates all around? If you ask me to fight then like, okay sure, your knees are mine. So maybe a 8/10?
When it Hungers: .......8/10 just because I’d refuse to die if I can be a cool creature. Living for the aesthetic can and will drag me outta hell. But I’m also clumsy as hell so I’d probably crash as a porcelain or hold a rooster and perish (aka, real rating is a good 3/10)
Orthall Bay: 2/10, nope. Nope I’d be taken out in a heartbeat. Monsters can go pspsps and I’d head straight into the dark creepy forest like a fool if someone comes @ me. Half the time I’ll just assume it’s sfx makeup and vibe until it’s too late.
god, never put me in a universe where I cannot squawk like a bird and throw pebbles from a window. Oof
Anon, you're so sweet! I give you a forehead smoomch <333 As for your questions...
1. If I'm not writing, I'm usually watching video essays on Youtube. My go-to channels as of right now is Disrupt and Aperture! I just really like their videos. Aside from that, I recently got into podcasts. Currently going through Hello From The Hallowoods and Shelter and Warning, which are made by queer creators!
2. Oh oof, there's quite a bit so I'm just gonna put down one thing. For some reason, I really got into collecting tiny astronaut things? I recently bought this astronaut desk light, and I've got a package coming in for the miniatures I ordered. No purpose for them other than I think they're neat <3
3. I'm a bit private with my music taste (even tho I have Spotify connected on Discord lmao), but there's 5 songs that I'm currently obsessed with. I keep replaying them over and over again. Just squeezing all the serotonin I could get outta them.
4. I can't really say I have a fave TV show or movie because I can't really just pick one, but my current fave is 9-1-1 and Resident Alien. 9-1-1 because I just really love the found-family dynamics and how the show tackles sensitive topics, and Resident Alien because it's lighthearted comedy. My all-time fave movie is Flipped! I have the book too and I like rereading from time to time <3
5. You're in for a doozy, anon, because we're rating each other's games <333
The Goodfellows: 7/10
Listen. Shenanigans with the Traveler. I would get up to so many of them and that is what'll get me possibly bodied, not the actual environment itself <3
Greater than Gods: 7/10
I like to think I have enough common sense to uhhh not recklessly flip stones that should not be flipped <3 I'm a cautious and skeptic person irl so I think I'll hold up well? Then again, it's a vast environment change and while I can adapt pretty quick, I wouldn't like the lack of control in the unknown.
Vardir: 10/10
Going off what Cruz said, Vardir is lighthearted and focused on personal growth so I think I'll be okay! Self-growth here I come, babey!
Creatures' Cradle: 8/10
Maybe I'm overestimating myself, but I think I'll be able to survive in a supernatural post-apocalyptic world! Ah, but it depends on the motivation though. I like the idea of rebuilding communities and eventually societies, but the survival turmoil would be a constant battle I'd have to overcome. If we're talking survival itself though, I think I'll do well.
When it Hungers: 8/10
That's probably my wishful thinking but I think I'll be fine. Maybe. Possibly. Don't like the idea of being regulated by an organization so if I was a non-human creature that could pose a problem but I can roll with it <3
Orthall Bay: 6/10
Assuming I'm not playing as MC, my chances of survival uhhh changes quite drastically. Not enough to guarantee an untimely demise, but certainly enough that it would constantly keep me on my toes. I think that's the safest answer I can get without spoiling anything lmao
Thank you so much for asking! It's super sweet of you <3
1. Too many :'D I knit, I sew, I do carpentry (well, learning), I bake, I'm hammering away at HTML and CSS, my job kind of encourages learning new things and I take that to picking up new hobbies!
2. My time is kind of consumed with school work and work work and WIP work so not a lot of time to pursue niche interests right now. I've been watching a lot of horror game playthroughs, true crime youtubers, and an adorable show on Netflix called the Repair Shop <3
3. My taste in music is "what am I vibing with atm?" I've been listening to a lot of 80's music atm (don't @ me), but also Lo Fang and Kaleo, and whatever spotify recommends me on my discover weekly which is usually complete chaos.
4. I love the Mummy even though it hasn't aged 100% well (I'm a librarian, of course it's one of my gotos LOL), Legally Blonde, Leverage, Jumanji (the original), I'm....very bad at having recent tastes... and very bad at remembering my favorites when asked.
5.
The Goodfellows: I'm a creature of comfort, 5/10 if I can just luxuriate in town and not actually interact with the story sfjkdbsdkf
Creature’s Cradle: I'd like to think I have a 50/50 shot XD 5/10, I want to think I'd be decent at a zombie apocalypse but ultimately would suffer an early fate.
Greater Than Gods: 10/10 if I'm just vibing, less so if I'm involved in the actual story XD
Vardir: I'd still suffer without technology but I can also knit for a living in this world so I'm down 8/10
When it Hungers: I feel like I could vibe here, there's tech if dated, hot showers, telephones are around by now... might still get bored. 7/10 though it'd be cool to be another creature....I should make a 'what creature of snv are you' quiz!
Orthall Bay: 7/10 idk I feel like after the first monster of the week I'd just skip town XDDDD I'm the worst protagonist, I see danger I just leave.
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'Stupid Cupid, Stop Hitting On Me' by Bluefire510
Juke
Luke, a troublemaker cupid, meets Julie, who is also one of Love HQ's toughest cases to crack.
She claims to have no desire to fall in love.
But Luke is always up for a challenge.
Let's see if he could get Julie to fall for her Perfect Match by next Valentine's Day.... and maybe teach her all about love while he's at it.
*Operation Hashtag Rulie by where_you_go
Reggie/Luke/Julie
“Explain yourselves,” Caleb ground out.
“Uh…it’s not what it looks like?” Reggie tried, wincing.
“Oh really, Reginald? Because it looks like two of my most popular band members from a family-friendly band are fornicating in public!”
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Julie and Reggie get caught up in a PR misunderstanding that leads to them "dating" for a few months. It's not a big deal, or at least it wouldn't be, if Luke would stop acting so weird.
*Unexpected by Phantom_Lover
Luke is determined to breeze through his senior year and onto mega stardom (which means avoiding school, and Principal Lessa, as much as possible). That is until he's forced to work side-by-side with quiet good-girl, Julie Molina, on the big end-of-the-year talent show. The two struggle to see eye to eye, and meeting the all-important deadline seems impossible until something unexpected happens between them.
keys to the cage (and the devil to pay) by HearJessRoar
Juke, Willex
Julie Molina has always thought it would be rather exciting to meet a pirate.
Unfortunately, she's right.
"Julie, Julie Patterson, I'm a maid here in the governor's household," she bluffs. And she wishes that Luke's name hadn't been the first that she'd come up with, because the long-haired pirate's eyebrows raise immediately.
"Luke got married?" he says, sounding oddly betrayed.
His blonde companion looks equally gutted. "He didn't even tell us."
Piss Off Your Parents (Date Me To Scare Them) by TheNameIsBritney
Willex
Alex Mercer doesn't want to go home for Christmas; but if he has to, he's certainly gonna raise a little hell. Enter: Willie, the cute guy in his history of English class who would be the perfect fake boyfriend candidate.
So if you wanna piss off your parents, date me to scare them, show them you're all grown up. If long hair and tattoos are what attract you, baby then you're in luck.
*i'll hold your music (here inside my hands) by musicals_musicals
"Your soulmate must love music just like you do”
Julie is 3 years old, enthusiastically playing a small plastic piano, the first time she sees her string.
It makes sense that music would connect her to her soulmate.
or
How Julie finds her way back to music, joins a band, falls in love, and meets Luke Patterson (not necessarily in that order)
*a masterpiece in motion, more beautiful every day by fairylightsandrainydays
Willex, Juke
Alex Mercer is a merboy with a fascination for the human world. Willie is a prince who he saves from a storm. And Caleb Covington is the sea witch who is going to make Alex's dream come true.
So long as Caleb gets what he wants.
*days go by and seasons change (lets try again next winter) by itsagamefortwo
Juke
julie's ready for a year away from home, studying and trying to re-find the magic in music. luke's about to start on a summer tour around europe opening for a band. they meet one night, sparks fly and emotions run high. now they've just got to try and see if they can maintain a long distance friendship.
Who Could Deny These Butterflies? by xxPrettyLittleTimeBombxx
Juke
“I know this is going to sound kinda crazy…but, could you maybe pretend to be in love with me for a few minutes?”
—
When Julie Molina approaches Luke Patterson at a bar and asks him to pretend to be her boyfriend, she never expects to find herself in a position where she and Luke have to keep up the ruse for longer than five minutes. Figures that out of all of the strangers she could have approached that night, she’d gone and picked the one guy who just so happens to be in a rock band that’s on the brink of blowing up.
*relight that spark by @ruzek-halstead
Juke
julie molina has had nothing but a tough life. after losing both her parents early on, she was left in the care of her step-monster karen and her two step-daughters. while working at her late father's diner, completing household duties and being at karen's beck and call at all hours, julie was well on her way to getting accepted into the college of her dreams and having enough money to move out.
and then one day she received a text message from an unknown number. it started out innocent, crossed wires based on a flyer she put up three years ago.
this is the story of julie molina and her prince charming, and everything in between.
i never saw you coming (and i'll never be the same) by ruzekhalstead (@ruzek-halstead)
Juke
julie molina, a new student to uc berkeley, secures a job at a tiny, run-down grocery store, where she meets a group of people who inadvertently become some of the most important people in her life.
there's nothing like suffering in the workplace with your co-workers to solidify a bond.
a look into julie's life in a brand new city, as told by the customer service experience throughout the months.
an oddly specific grocery store au that no one asked for but i'm writing anyway to satisfy my brain
*Love Drunk by captainkippen
Juke
Thirty-two missed calls. Fifty-eight texts waiting. Over one hundred various social media notifications. A deep sense of foreboding took over. Julie swallowed. Slowly, she lifted the phone back to her ear.
"Flynn… what happened last night?"
After a night out in Vegas, Julie and Luke wake up to find themselves married. Hijinks ensue.
*So that's how it happens by echocharm (@echocharm17618)
Juke
But it had to be today. Julie had this crazy feeling in her stomach. Not nervous butterflies. More like fireflies that were trying to zap her (Do fireflies electrocute people? She should google that). It felt like that moment her parents spoke about all the time. The day they met. And when they first spoke to each other. Her mom always says that an intense zap went through her whole body.
Are you new or nervous? Julie has been waiting a (short)lifetime to hear those words be said to her.
She walked down a few more steps in the auditorium and found a spot. It was one of the few seats left in the room that wasn’t all the way up in the back. She sat down and settled into the uncomfortable, hard, plastic chair and took a deep shaky breath. The prof was nowhere to be seen. But there was a cute boy in the seat next to her. He had sort of long brown hair that was covered with a grey toque. And he was wearing a cut off t-shirt and you could see his very nice arms. Julie’s breathing was still shaky, and his attractiveness wasn’t helping the situation.
*we're too young to know things like love by Ephemeral_Joy
(@lydias--stiles)
Juke
The various ways and situations people notice the connection between Julie and Luke, whether that be a close friend or a complete stranger.
(started as a 5+1 fic and then i kind of went rogue. oops.)
*and i know i've kissed you before, but i didn't do it right (can i try again?) by Ephemeral_Joy (@lydias--stiles)
Juke
Some things just can't be fixed with a song.
(Julie and Luke break up.)
*The Infamous Tale of Luke and Julie's Grand Trip Across America by Ephemeral_Joy (@lydias--stiles)
Juke
In any normal situation, Luke wouldn't let this random girl hitchhike with him across America.
Then again, he wasn't normal. And neither was she.
(or: the roadtrip!au no one asked for)
*We Found Wonderland by ICanSpellConfusionWithAK (@pink-flame)
At the end of season one Julie isn’t able to save the boys and they are jolted out of existence. But what if there was another way? Julie finds herself back in 1995 with a chance to stop the boys of Sunset Curve from ever dying at all. But will she be able to find her way home afterwards? Will she want to? Or has Alice really gone down the rabbit hole this time...
A Moment of Quiet Conversation by JackONeillisTheMan
Juke
Julie and Luke talk about how he was the one who introduced her to rock. Then just fluff, more and more fluff.
*Feels like I've opened my eyes again by ICanSpellConfusionWithAK (@pink-flame)
Juke
After the whirlwind her life has been since the boys showed up it’s not that surprising that Julie would be a little tired. But is it normal that she’s more exhausted than she’s ever been? With Nick acting weird, Alex and Reggie both wrapped up in their own problems and her relationship with Luke still a big question mark, she has her work cut out for her if she’s looking to sit back and relax.
Basically my ideas and speculation about what season 2 might hold, or at least some of the things I would like to see.
find the strength, find the melody by sunset_phantom
Juke
An AU in which the boys are alive, Julie has been kicked out of her music program, and she somehow ends up falling in love with Luke in three days while he simultaneously brings her back to her first love of all: music.
after silence, wake me up by Vargynja
Juke
Julie hasn't been able to make music after her mother's death. She lives in New York working as an assistant for Luke, working hard to move forward in her career.
Luke finds out he's about to be deported back to Canada. A panicked lie leads them to fake a relationship to get married so he can stay in the country. Despite working together for two years they aren't close but a trip to Alaska to visit Julie's family might change that
Based on the premise of The Proposal (2009)
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I've been actively blogging for more than six months, even though I've had a tumblr account for ten years. I started reading One Direction (specifically Larry) fanfiction about the same time.
Originally, I read exclusively canon compliant fiction--I was hungry for industry insider, what-could-have-happened narratives. But I've slowly branched out into other genres. I find fanfic--good fanfic--super calming. When I've had too much stunting, too much noise, I grab a fanfic and immerse myself. So I thought it was time to do a post about my favorites. Keep in mind, I'm terrible at cataloging, and I have over 150 bookmarks on my A03 Account, so this is by no means an exhaustive list.
I'm not including the classics like Tired, Tired Sea and Escapade. While I do love both of those (so well written), because a lot of people know about those already.
My all time favorites are by @helloamhere
1. The Multipicity of Powers - https://archiveofourown.org/works/28580229
Maybe in another universe he isn’t different. Maybe he hadn’t been given an impossible choice. Maybe he wouldn’t have lost everything and broken everything and then fallen impossibly, irrevocably in love with the first next thing that was kind. Maybe in that universe he doesn’t feel like he’s never breathing, always pretending, teaching the kids even though they all have to learn alone, trying hard not to read the headlines, and so afraid, every day, that he won’t be a good enough teammate to the superhero he can’t live without. He knows that love isn’t supposed to feel this way, slid secret under your skin like a surgical razor, an invisible war held close over the tender vein that keeps you alive. On the other hand, Louis wonders, had he ever known how to do it any other way?
Maybe there’s a universe where he doesn’t have to keep all his secrets on the inside.
But this isn’t that universe.
//an X-Men AU.
Me: I never thought I'd love a super hero 1D cross over, but this is so well done. The backstory, the pacing, the characterization, the friendship. Read it.
2. Saving Symphony Hall and it's prequel Night Out - https://archiveofourown.org/works/12633921
“I think I have an idea,” Louis said. Slowly, and reluctantly, but with a growing sense of the inevitable. “God damnit, I think I have a really good idea.”
“Oh christ, that's the problem-solving face,” Babs said. “Last time we saw that face, he sold a company.”
“Wait, what?” Zayn asked.
“Right place, right time,” Louis said. “Also, fuck my life,”
“What?” Zayn repeated. Niall patted his hand.
“I usually just roll with whatever Louis is about to do,” he said. “It’s better for us all.”
“That’s the attitude,” said Louis, “I’ll tell you tomorrow. Tonight, I need to do some research. Zayn, give me your number. I’m gonna save our symphony.”
Me: The best sex scene I've ever read is in the prequel Night Out. Sexy, but tender. I love the characterizations in this duo--ABO but not traditional. Doesn't feel out of character.
3. Just Let Me -https://archiveofourown.org/works/11695350
The party was going well. So well, Niall had already sworn undying love to one multi-tiered chocolate cake, two friendly corgi-poodle mixes, Zayn’s hair, and the entire population of Los Angeles. So well, Zayn had only laughed and ruffled Niall’s hair and not even twitched towards a cigarette. So well, nearly everyone had spilled far past the boundaries of the night’s original plans, extracting bottles of vodka from the cabinets and losing a lot of clothes. Harry had proclaimed that he was finally going to throw a small and very grownup dinner party and of course here they were three hours later, fifty people half-naked in the pool. Soon to be full-naked, if Louis had to guess. Everybody in LA loved a heated pool. Everybody loved Harry.
Me: I love love love this. Harry is so gentle, and Louis is so stubborn and needy. It's ABO but subtle. I'll read this one again and again. It's comforting.
@HelloAmHere is one of the best writers I know--amazing stuff. I also love their werewolf story, but it's not finished, so I won't link it here.
Other favorites:
1. Seven Up by cherrystreet - https://archiveofourown.org/works/5828539
Very loosely based on the British TV show "The Up Series" and somewhat inspired by the song “Something I Need” by Onerepublic, we follow the lives of Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson in an interview setting every seven years. They fall apart and come together, their lives and emotions recorded. Harry calls it a time capsule. Louis calls it a pain in the arse.
Me: Trigger Warning, major character death. I literally SOBBED through the end of this. It was lovely and devastating. So good. But be warned.
2. Light, Spark and Fire series by @greenfeelings
Life’s pretty ordinary for Harry. He lives with his best friend, got into university just like he’s planned, and manages to support himself just fine for an unbonded omega. If he sustains that lifestyle by getting paid to help alphas through their rut every now and then, that’s nothing to be hung up on. Until he’s hired by an alpha that turns everything upside down.
Or, Louis and Zayn run a music label, Liam is Britain’s up-and-coming pop star, Harry’s working on taking Louis’ walls down until he builds his own up, and Niall holds them all together without realising he does.
Me: A nice healthy three-parter. Characters you just want to live with for a while.
3. Relief Next to Me by dolce_piccante - https://archiveofourown.org/works/1117942
AU. What happens when a baker and a graphic designer meet via a very specific Craigslist post? Fate, friendship, food, and maybe more.
Me: This one is super long, so be prepared when you dive in. It's got a lot of lovely bits, and some great smut.
4. 2012 'Verse by ashavahishta - https://archiveofourown.org/series/27601
Me: This is a five-parter and satisfies my love of canon compliant stories. It spans most of 2012 and into 2013, and illustrates the difficulties of Harry and Louis' relationship amid the band success and management disapproval.
5. Love After the End of the World by mercurial-madhouse (writing_practice) - https://archiveofourown.org/works/31251434/chapters/77248901
Society shattered when all electricity suddenly cut off across the globe, plunging the world into darkness. Now, Prometheus Industries is the sole remaining supply of power, a saving grace to those who survived Lights Out. As fugitives in no-man’s land struggling to break into Prometheus HQ, death lurks around every corner for Louis and Zayn. Things get complicated when a routine recon falls apart and Louis collides with Harry and his mates Niall and Liam, survivors with their own agenda.
When staying alive is already a constant battle, the deadliest weakness is to be in love. For Harry and Louis, finding each other sits on top of the endless list of What Else Could Go Wrong.
Me: Really unusual (as far as I can tell) end of the world story. I loved the characterizations of soul mates here at the end of the world.
6. Flightless Bird by audreyhheart - https://archiveofourown.org/works/6401653/chapters/14656807
AU where Louis Tomlinson is a principal dancer with The Royal Ballet. When his rival from ballet school, moody dance prodigy Harry Styles joins the company, old wounds are reopened and old passions reignited. During the company's production of Swan Lake the secret that doomed their love is finally revealed, but will it be too late?
Me: Trigger Warning, sexual assault (by an original character to a major character). This was a little brutal because I hated to see a broken Harry, but it was well written and has a happy ending.
7. Wear It Like A Crown by zarah5 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/1816771/chapters/3900322
AU. As part of a team of fixers hired to handle a gay scandal in Buckingham Palace, Louis expects Prince Harry to be a lot of things—most notably a royally spoilt brat. Never mind that the very same Prince Harry used to star in quite a number of Louis' teenage fantasies.
Me: I loved Louis in this one--actually they are both pretty great. Scratch that, they are ALL pretty great.
8. Shake Me Down by AGreatPerhaps12 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/3331958/chapters/7285322
Harry's new to college, fresh out of Catholic school and conversion therapy camp, and Louis runs the campus LGBTQIA organization.
Me: I don't like the self-hate here, but it was necessary for the story and H comes around. Found family vibe.
9. Gods & Monsters by Velvetoscar - https://archiveofourown.org/works/2090982/chapters/4550871
The instructions were simple: seduce and destroy Harry Styles. Not once did they discuss the option of Louis actually falling in love. So, naturally, that's exactly what he did.
Me: I loved Harry in this one. Louis gets there. I don't like Liam, but I don't think you're supposed to. Zayn is great.
10. Own the Scars by crinkle-eyed-boo (KimmieRocks) - https://archiveofourown.org/series/1010796
Louis has never felt like he was good enough: for his stepdad, for his life-long best friend, for the life he's supposed to want. After an accident that nearly costs him his life, Louis' parents send him to rehab where he’s forced to face his demons. On the long and difficult road to recovery, Louis must confront the truths he’s been avoiding about his future, his relationships, and his sense of self-worth. Because before he can love anyone else, he’s got to learn how to love himself first.
Me: Harry is lovely in this one. Trigger warning, substance abuse and near death.
11. Wild Love by purpledaisy - https://archiveofourown.org/series/1030904
AU: Two best friends try to date each other for forty days. It's supposed to be fun until emotions make it complicated.
Me: I loved this way more than I thought I would. It's lovely and messy and I love it.
12. Victorian Boy by audreyhheart - https://archiveofourown.org/users/Rosann1986/readings?page=6
Victorian AU. Harry the virgin Duke of Somerset knows little of love, while Louis the sly Duke of Warwick knows too much. When the two dukes come together for the Bilsdale fox hunt in York, Harry finds himself drawn into Louis' bed. But when secrets from Louis' dark past come to light, Harry fears that the fox isn't the only one being hunted.
Me: Historical fiction I didn't intend to love. I LOVE Harry in this one. LOTS of smut, so be warned.
13. Keep Me Closer by zanni_scaramouche - https://archiveofourown.org/works/30752633
Louis expects Harry to react poorly, maybe even file a formal complaint and that’s gonna suck ass but Louis won’t say shit cause he knows he deserves it, so he prepares an apology before Harry’s even turned around.
What he doesn’t expect is Harry to fucking drop.
Me: lovely, protective Louis just trying to do the right thing.
14. Turning Page by purpledaisy for SockstheDog
https://archiveofourown.org/works/11826345
AU: Harry Styles tries to get lost in a place he’s never been. Louis Tomlinson has been perfecting the art of being lost for years. What they don’t expect to find is each other.
Me: sweet love story. Niall owns a bar, and is pretty great.
15. Freedom Always Comes With a Price by Cyantific - https://archiveofourown.org/works/30278514/chapters/74624262
A shared dream brings them together onto the X-factor stage, but one decision changes Harry and Louis’ lives overnight. Thrust into a world of instant stardom, they're forced to live a lie to sustain their dreams, but years of living in the shadows and under strict management takes its toll.
With the bands impending hiatus, there’s no better time for change, so they think.
Desperate for a solution, they turn to an unlikely source with a radical plan. An unfortunate accident sets everything in motion, but not how they intended, leaving Louis’ memories altered, Harry broken-hearted and full of regret.
Can Harry figure out a way to fix everything? Will he even want to once he sees how Louis moved on after the hiatus? Will Louis ever find out the truth of their past and can he forgive Harry after all this time?
In the end, two friends find out that memories are elusive, trust is everything and love is the only antidote.
Me: Heartbreaking when they lose each other, but really good in the end.
16. Little Technicolor Things by scary_crow - https://archiveofourown.org/works/6025519/chapters/13821628
Louis is a poor writer and recent university graduate, depressed, anxious, and living in London when he meets Harry, an artist with a secret who likes to paint sunrises and pretty boys from California.
17. Hold You Now by solvetheminourdreams - https://archiveofourown.org/works/30253536/chapters/74556744
Three years ago, Harry Styles said goodbye to communications consultancy firm McQuiston Worldwide, leaving a life of travel and agency PR behind. When he accompanies his best friend to a family wedding across the Atlantic, he'll be forced to reopen old wounds and face his past—one that no one wants to hash out, but may just have to.
Me: Niall is great. They almost miss each other in this one, and you just want to bash them over the head. But they figure it out.
18. At Risk, I Fold by clare328 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/26542480
2015 is a stream of hotel rooms and whisky on the rocks, tired glances and touching hands under tables. It’s the bears and the bees under a rainbow sky, and Harry and Louis have to figure out how to grow up together, instead of apart.
Me: A canon compliant fic that feels like it could have really happened. Set in 2015. Lovely first chapter and scene where Harry writes If I Could Fly--i could read that chapter over and over.
19. Into The Blue by zarah5 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/1035822/chapters/2065499
AU. In which Louis is Harry's scuba instructor and quite happy to provide the requested special treatment, pun fully intended. It can't be all that difficult to convince Harry that they're on the same page, right? Also, Niall and Liam may or may not be dating, and Zayn is surrounded by emotionally stunted idiots. He bears it with dignity.
Me: AKA the Scuba fic.
20. Tie Your Heart by ArcadianMaggie - https://archiveofourown.org/works/546688/chapters/973236
Harry grows wings.
Me: How can you not love a fic where Harry grows wings? Trigger warning: injury of a major character.
21. I think I'll end this here. My last and probably first favorite (read it more than once) is...
my heart is breathing for this moment in time by usedtothebeach - https://archiveofourown.org/works/934996/chapters/1820282
When Louis first saw Harry at the 2010 X Factor Auditions, he thought he was watching a peculiarly special stranger. But Harry has known Louis ever since he was five years old.
Because Louis has a rare genetic disorder that causes him to Time Travel to important moments in his past and in his future - and to Harry, always to Harry. When they're put into a band together, it seems like everything Harry has been waiting and wishing for has finally come true. Except for the small fact that Louis doesn't know that Harry is in love with him- that Harry's always been in love with him. Fate, it would seem, is just getting started.
A story about growing up and growing together, and the impossible love that makes it all worthwhile.
Me: I LOVED the Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger, and I'm a huge fan of time travel, so this is right up my alley. It's really well done, weaving canon into fantasy and then going years forward in tme. I love everything about it. Great character development. Really good smut. Trigger warning, there's a little underage sex, so be aware. Anyway, LOVE this one so much.
I'll add to this but it's already longer than I meant it to be.
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twisted wonderland theories : Part (1) : Ramshackle dorm and overblot
Well well , after my last black ink theory I've read plenty of great and strong twst theories. So hundreds of thoughts have been popping up in my mind so I decided to put them all together to make a puzzle out of all these pieces so we can all get to a point
So...they've been plenty of issues discussed lately so it'd be better to review them one by one
The ramshackle dorm has been keeping our minds busy for a while . so you might like to take a look at this 1926 Mickey classic named : Thru the mirror :
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Well now that's story behind ramshackle dorm's mysterious design , but why...?
In Thru the mirror , we see Mickey falling asleep after reading "Alice through the looking glass" and then dreaming the rest of the story . As he passes the mirror , he enters an unknown room which is just like the ramshackle dorm . So take these notes :
Mickey and MC both go through the mirror and have a dream .So now we know how MC is always given hints through her dreams after passing the mirror
These said , it also gives us another possibility . Mickey might not be trapped inside the mirror. He might just be a random spirit, a phantom , which is giving us reflections of what has happened in the past . Just the same as old stories
Very well , now take a look at these ghosts from another Disney classic named "Lonesome Ghosts"
Looks familiar , right..? These ghosts are most likely the main reference of our nasty ghosts at ramshackle's . Even their design and general appearance are awfully similar and also , the point of MC's "Ghost hunting challenge with Grim " is just like what we had back at the classic with Mickey and his pals .
We still have no clue what exactly has happened to ramshackle's . Neither how it's deserted nor what has happened to it's students , but whatever the case is , it doesn't really seem to be anything important to the students or anyone else. The only things mentioned about it was "Isn't it haunted by ghosts?" and "Really ? Someone's living in this deserted place?"
So whatever has happened to it , it hasn't yet been any big deal . No one seems to be any concerned or interested on it . Also let's not forget that Crowley wouldn't have let MC stay there if he were hiding something specific . So there is something Crowley didn't know about or at least , was sure that MC wouldn't find it . And also another possibility : Maybe he does know everything and yet pretends to be innocent...?
Well then , enough of ramshackle dorm
Let's talk about the "overblot" :
So...just as mentioned before , there are many hidden facts given to us about this part
from the lyrics of the theme song and the official poster:
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to these parts of the opening :
but except these parts , I read about how much overblot is related to Disney's 2009 game , "Epic Mickey"
I hadn't heard about it before so I decided to google it. If you too aren't familiar with the game , you can watch this to know it's general story and of course , some most important hints found:
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So let's check it :
1)There was a magical world created based on the forgotten disney characters
2)Mickey crossed the mirror and entered a new world (note that Mickey's room in this one is just the same as "Throu the mirrorand and of course , the ramshackle dorm)
3) 'Mickey accidentally splits the magic ink all over it and the monster called the shadow blot came to life and haunted that world
4) They have to defeat the boss shadow blot in order to rescue the magical world
now compare it to what we have in twst :
1) It's a magical world of characters based having the souls of old stories' villains
2) MC was chosen by the magic mirror and sent to this world. MC will cross the mirror at the ramshackle dorm at nights while they're asleep and will see the original disney stories in which "The great seven" are the main villains.
3) Again ,we had these in the opening...
4) We have to stop characters as they overblot and find a way to stop them from overbloting
Finally ,in the Epic Mickey, Mickey will give away his heart to shadow blot in order to save his friends , Oswald and Gus ; which was the main thing that Blot was after throughout the whole story , because this way he could enter Mickey's main world and haunt it. He caught Mickey's heart and it was turned black (Just as the magic stones turn black in twst while overbloting) .But still , they managed to defeat the blot and Mickey got a new pure heart back
And now let's imagine Crowley being the shadow blot and...you now how the rest would be
This is a school for villains , and he'd surely want the students to overblot . When each of them overblots , they'd be free to express their true identity and feelings . But each time they overblot , we've got to stop them and then , they'll end up being more positive and realistic than before. But if Crowley's main point is for them to overblot , let's stick with a new idea : In the very end , characters will use the power of black ink to give in their bests ...but what if they overblot by their own will....? MC's becoming a friend of each and every one of them and they'd surely care for them in return . If characters' overblot becomes a way for them to protect what they care for , wouldn't it be quite interesting? Or Perhaps, this could be Malleus' real happy ending ,afterall.....?
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Credits to : @yandere-romanticaa , @collarjessie , @poisonepel , @darkspellmaster , @maximaxstreasurebox
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a star is dying, but the universe won't let it.
(or alternatively: you're burning out like a dying star but these hands that have loved you even long before will never let you go, even if it means getting burnt along.)
tags/warnings: hurt/comfort, light angst, soft fluff, references to depression and to the pandemic, and maybe probably a bit of child abuse it doesn't happen though its just mentioned, implied long-distance relationship, space, morbid, and colour metaphors, discussions about death and dying, shit writing and word vomit (bc im rusty as hell).
pairings : kindaichi yuutaro/reader (gn! reader & ambiguous relationship bc ytf not)
wc : 1, 755
a/n: dedicated to @haru-senji for being in the same situation as I and to all the other people who are as well, hang in there you guys, love you and please stay safe <3.
"Hey 'tarou are you up...?", Yuutarou hears you call out to him in the dark, breaking the silence in the night with your voice faint and small, almost lost against the loud howling wind of the dim sky.
He shifts, twisting his body to where you are, and in the dark--despite of it all--reaches for you when you don't pull or push him away and squeezes the hand you let him hold.
(Intimacy between skin has always been a line you jump in and out of and yuutaro wonders if there ever could be a day where he can hold you without you flinching or shrinking away, and without him saying that its okay despite the hurt in his heart or the deep open scars in yours.)
"Mm, yeah..?", he asks, voice a deep low rasp from the silence that had long been stretching between you, "What is it?"
There is a pregnant pause before you speak. It stretches long and wide much like the ones before and he can't help but be reminded of sea and the sky and he thinks that even in the vastness of it all with you besides him, your backs against the grass of some far away place, underneath all the darkness and twinkling nights, and far away from all uninvited eyes. He thinks that if you were to say anything here and now he would keep it lock in his chest until the day he died.
(Because happiness is limited in a world that is almost at its limit, only holding on to whatever thin silver lining there was to just not fall into the void of nothingness and cease to exist.)
"Do you know how a star is born?",
The ex-volleyball captain blinks once and then twice, and thinks of a grand king who he had served for three long years, of a boy turned king-enemy, to a friend that he had found once lost, of a gymnasium so big that it had to be the whole universe with how many stars, planets, and other celestial bodies there had been, but no matter how much he had thought of it, those astral objects that he had thought of was only at their prime and not at their beginning.
(Those people, those upperclassmen, those players, those rivals, his teammates, had been and always been stars--the moon, the sun, the planet--his universe.
He wonders how proud, those who have seen them at their very beginning feel? To see the rock with no fuel burn with utmost energy along with others who are just as bright as them.)
"No, I don't.", He says, a quiet thing and hears you hum, before feeling you twist and turn before finally settling again, not once letting his hand go as you did so.
(He does not comment on how closer you are to him now, afraid you'd pull away and distance yourself from him again.)
"How about when they die?", you ask him instead, and across the vast meadow he hears the crickets chirping this season's song "Do you know how they die?"
Yuutaro closes his eyes, and thinks of an explosion, of bright colours and a supernova exploding in the expanse of space, of the destruction that follows the grief that comes along with the loss of something as bright as a star.
He thinks of the king-prince-boy and how he had exploded into nothing but colours of red, black, and blue of the grand king who had burst out crying hues of green, grey, and teal, of a dark black empty gym with no bright light or palette in sight.
"They, uh, collapse i think...?" He says trailing off, trying to rack his left part of the brain of the lessons he hadn't slept in science class, "Yeah they do--And then they, they, uh... explode into supernovas? Yeah they explode into supernovas." He finishes unhappy but accepting all the same.
It's not like he was as blunt but smooth with his words just like his best-friend, not sweet like honey, or rough but straight to the point. He was still an awkward, tongue tied, and still fumbling idiot even after all this time. Even when he had hit a growth spurt or even after hitting a major milestone in his life, He was still the tall awkward boy people know who had just grown into an adults body to fit an adult's clothes.
You hum again, and he feels you inching closer, but not close enough to hold you the way he wants to--needs to--
(He pushes the greed--the fear of loosing you--letting go of you away. He can't, does not, will never be selfish, he can't allow it, not when he knows all too well what happens to you and the people around you, suffer through all too well.)
"Do you think we'll go out like that?", you ask him again, voice almost like a child afraid, "Like a supernova exploding in colours?"
He feels you shift again, and this time he thinks you're much closer to him than before and he thinks that you might be facing him this time too, he doesn't know it's too dark to see (but even so, even so, even so please come closer so I can hold you so--)
"Or do you think, we'll go out like a daisy crushed by the one who's supposed to take care of it?"
And something about that question, something about the way you say those words, makes his heart scream and mind twist in agony.
Because he thinks of the world, and how its marching to an unknown point and how much its scaring people. Thinks of you and your home that's only getting so much colder with each day passing. Thinks of himself and how he's just like a ghost wandering with a lover that's slowly collapsing--dying underneath the weight, of the pain of it all, that's too much for them to bear and not being able to do anything about it because-- "the only person who can save you is yourself, and you know that better than anyone else Yuutaro." His mother had once said.
And he knows, he knows, he knows, he goddamn knows, that things are getting worse for you--for him-and for everyone else, but he will fight God and his angels if it meant at least being able to carry some of the burden you had to carry all because the people who was suppose to do it but couldn't so you had to learn how to carry it all by yourself even after all this time.
Because Yuutaro with all his awkwardness and flaws had never been alone.
You however, have been painfully all by your lonesome.
And you meant to him that much to say the least.
"I don't know really." he murmurs truthfully, and squeezes your hand as an I'm sorry that i can't help you lift your pain that I was years too late to even try to do so and now you're hurting so much that you're almost at you're breaking point, and even if you don't know why or what, he still tries to.
Because he was just a ghost with no body or home wandering around this world, trying his darn best to find himself again for a lover that's slowly collapsing and loosing the brightness that they once were.
"Lots of people die in many ways you know?", He says not having one single clue about what's he saying but continues on because happiness is a fickle thing and is it selfish of him to hold your hand and keep you safe from the monsters that was supposed to love you for a bit much longer?
"We're not stars or flowers or anything,", He says with a finality he didn't know he had.
"We're people and we die when we die.", he goes on to say, and he thinks of an accident on the news, a tragedy in a script, and a genocide written on the history books, and thinks that for all the fire and hydrogen or whatever that makes up a star, planet, comet, or whatever. They were all still painfully human even on their last moments.
That they'd all bleed, cry, turn ugly, and at the end of it all die in more ways than one, because humanity is a fickle thing and they were no different.
That he was still human despite being a ghost of he once was, that you were still human even if you were a rotting corpse murdered by the monsters that were your own flesh and blood by the burdens and self-projections that they always had.
That the tyrant he had hated so much was just a boy underneath all the gore, grime, and blood, and that the grand king he had served underneath all the gold and silver and bronze was just human too.
They all were.
"But what if someone wants to go already and the people around them don't want them to...?" He hears you mutter softly, and he squeezes your hand again replying.
"Then don't.", He mutters tiredly just as much you are to the world, the monsters, and at yourself, "Live."
"Do you think we'll ever...", you trail off, and he knows from your tone that you must be struggling with what words to say so he squeezes your hand again because this is the only way you'll let him show his love for you other than his presence (because you're so, so, so scared and he is too, for you and for him as well.)
"Live again?"
Because he's a ghost of a star cluster once formed and you're a rotting corpse of a white dwarf floating in space with no way or direction to what home once was.
"I don't know really.." He says again, and crosses the gap between you deciding fuck it and presses his forehead against yours pushing on as he goes on, "But we'll cross the bridge when we get there all right?"
You don't pull away nor you push him away, instead you tense before relaxing again, and this time instead of him you're the one who squeezes his hand instead.
"Yeah we'll cross the bridge when we get there."
And in the dark--despite the dark, he thinks that maybe you're smiling in what it seems for a long while now, and he thinks that maybe, maybe he is too.
(And when morning comes maybe you both start trying to live again.)
#FROM THE CARCASSES OF LITERATURE;#haikyuu x reader#kindaichi yuutarou#kindaichi x reader#haikyuu reader insert#haikyuu angst#haikyuu fluff#haikyuu imagines#kindaichi fluff#kindaichi angst#kindaichi yūtarō#jkfhskfsdfh#pls dont let this flop#im actually pretty proud of this when i was wriing but like#posting this just gives me 100+ anxiety kadshadkja#kindaichi yutaro#haikyuu scenarios
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