#he trusts me to win above all else. and also trusts me to understand his meaning without words.
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this bit too. why is cut content akechi like thsi all the time
#joker is so strong if my 5'11 toxic doomed yaoi situationship put his hand on my shoulder to wish me good luck#while slipping cards in my sleeve in a silent display of trust and care to imply that however underhanded our tactics need to be#he trusts me to win above all else. and also trusts me to understand his meaning without words.#i would simply crumple up and die#persona 5#p5#goro akechi#ren amamiya#akira kusuru#shuake#akeshu
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Hello can I request the peaky blinders x selective mute reader pls, do you think any of them would understand what's going on or are they completely in the dark? And how would you think they would react to hearing your voice for the first time?
Tommy
🌿 Is drawn in by it, thinks you're mysterious, presumes you're like him and that you're just above the meaningless conversations people fritter through at the Garrison or the markets... He thinks you must be deeper than all that.
🌿 So he's endeared to you, but he's projecting this image he has of you onto you, not necessarily seeing the real you at all. He has this view of some, cool and removed, sharp girl...
🌿 But then he tries to speak to you directly and he notices the way you don't look him in the eye, the way you look to your friend for help only to find your friend has unfortunately been stunned into silence by the presence of Tommy Shelby.
🌿When your friend pulls herself together and apologises, and apologises on your behalf too, Tommy doesn't take his eyes off you, because you still haven't looked at him and he knows youre not going to talk...
🌿 Would want to unravel the mystery, get close to you, know you better than anyone else... Hes always very gentle and charming. He's realised now that he might scare you and so he's more careful not wanting to frighten you, never stern or sharp with you the way he often is with others.
🌿 He's persistent as fuck. Often if he sees you in public he'll say hello, he'll talk to you about what he's doing and he'll try to find things to mention about you. He almost always says something complimentary about your appearance, leaves you blushing nine times out of ten.
🌿 Hes always so calm and polite around you, you actually end up seeing and getting to know a completely different Tommy than anyone else.
🌿 It takes a long time for him to win your trust and keep your confidence but as time goes by you begin looking forward to seeing him, secretly hoping he'll come and sit with you in the Garrison. And whenever he sees you he always does.
🌿 Something about Tommy is that he's quite happy to sit in silence, he likes his thinking time, his peace and quiet and he likes just sitting in silence with you, watching the world go by, watching you.
🌿 He feels so pleased when you finally say something but doesnt show how shocked or pleased he is, just smiles softly and replies to you as if you were anyone else... Because he doesnt want to make a fuss and embarrass you and he doesn't want to behave as if your behaviour is abnormal for fear you'll be too anxious to try and speak again.
🌿 Won't rescue you in conversation because he wants you to know you don't need rescuing, that youre capable of speaking up for yourself.
🌿 He gently encourages eye contact, always correcting your gaze when he talks to you. He often cups your cheek in his hand when he's having a conversation with you, its this reassuring contact which also allows him to keep pushing your gaze gently back to his.
🌿 "Look at me angel, thats better... You've got lovely eyes y/n, let me look at you eh?" he's so gentle with you, his voice becomes a reassuring sound and even if you're still quiet with him, you feel comfortable and slowly, slowly Tommy helps you to build your confidence.
🌿 He'll never cut you off. Ever. Every word that leaves your lips is precious to him and he will never interrupt you. He knows that if he does you'll lose your confidence and start second guessing yourself so he always listens to you, always encourages you to finish what you were saying when you trail off or start to get shy and nervous.
Alfie
🐻 Is endeared to you, but concerned for you too. This is a nasty bit of town you're living in and a girl who can't speak up for herself could wind up in all sorts of trouble.
🐻 The first time he meets you he says all that, he's gruff and grumpy and he doesn't realise until its too late that he's making things so much harder for himself.
🐻 Because you're scared of him then, every time you see him you try to slip away and thats very inconvenient because Alfie is actually quite fond of you, and he wants to look out for you.
🐻 He thinks you're adorable and he's sure you must be one of the sweetest girls he's ever met. He wants to hear your voice, get to know you...
🐻 So he has to change his tact, from then on he's a complete softie with you, he's gentle, he's calm and softly spoken, he doesnt grumble or snap and he tries to hard to be friendly, nothing but charming.
🐻 Luckily for Alfie he can do enough talking for the both of you and your silence is hardly noticeable. He will walk with you through Camden Market, or wherever you're going actually (he's impossible to shake because he wants everyone to see you with him so that no one will think of messing with you) and he'll talk and talk and well... Talk at you, telling you all sorts of stories.
🐻 It takes time you do eventually warm to him. You look forward to seeing him and you enjoy listening to him. You find him very funny and he makes you laugh a lot, even though whenever he does you try to hide it or hold it back. His favourite sound in the world is your little giggle muffled by your hands or your sleeves.
🐻 Sometimes he'll get carried away and realise when its already too late that the story he's telling you is actually probably quite scary, its probably intimidating you...so he'll apologise and cough a little awkwardly and try to change the subject to something softer...
🐻 And thats what makes you speak up, one day he coughs and tries to change the subject just when he was getting to the gory details of a story he's telling you about ghosts people say they've seen down Camden Lock. He tries to change the subject and start talking about something else when you cut him off.
🐻 "Wait don't!" you shock yourself and blush immediately regretting cutting him off, you feel all kinds of anxious, expecting him to be annoyed with you but he isn't. Instead he just chuckles and asks "Don't what poppet?"
🐻 You're not sure you can speak up again, losing your voice immediately but Alfie thinks he knows and he chuckles, "you want to know more about the ghosts?" he asks and when you nod he tries to tease you, "say please..." you panic feeling the tightness in your throat until he smiles and shakes his head and gives your hand a squeeze. "Don't worry zieskiet, don't worry I'm just kidding with you, I know... Very cruel of me want it, I'm sorry poppet..."
🐻 Alfie feels a fatherly protectiveness over you, he can tell that youre an intelligent girl, he can see you have so much potential. He wants you to be more confident, wants you to be able to stand up for yourself, speak for yourself. He's sure you have so many interesting things to say...
🐻 He'll kind of daddy you through it, lots of gentle encouragement but also being kind of firm with you too. He'll ask you questions, he'll be soft with you, but he'll wait for you to answer him. He'll be very encouraging.
🐻 He'll constantly reassure you that he wants to listen to you, that your opinions are valuable, that he'll hear you when you talk to him. "All those thoughts you've got floating around your pretty head y/n, the big ones and all the little ones too right, they're important and I wanna hear every last one yeah... You can tell me anything you like, whenever you like right and I, will always be hear to listen to you yeah, cause you're a smart girl, and everything you think and feel yeah, important... Got that?"
🐻 He'll practice conversations with you, like basic every day conversations. And he'll be so laidback about it too, he won't lie or over complicate thingd. "See right, when you go down the market and such and such whatever his name is, yknow the ugly fella with them big fuckin Cauliflower ears, when he asks how you are right... You don't have to actuually tell him the truth you know... You could just say 'fine thanks' or 'perfectly happy mr Cauliflower ears' or 'fuckin miserable leave me alone' you know... Alright zieskiet you practice on me yeah, you pretend I'm mr fuckin Cauliflower ears and you tell me what you wanna buy from my shit little market stall yeah? Well done poppet, see we're gettin there aren't we... "
🐻 Selfishly he has to admit he enjoys the way you'll only talk to him, the way you look to him so dependently. He loves the way you turn to him when youre lost in conversation, feeling scared or overwhelmed. And he'll never let you down. When you look at him with those wide eyes he will always help you, whether that's answering for you (he feeks so proud that you trust him enough to look to him to do this for you) or whether its giving your hand a squeeze and giving you the gentle encouragement you need to find your words again.
Arthur
🍂 Honestly? You make him nervous. Well, silence makes him nervous, not you personally, it's just that you're a very quiet lass and when he's left alone with you he feels under pressure to speak because you never do.
🍂He ends up saying really stupid things, stumbling over his words, getting frustrated with himself and blushing, he would seem shy if he didn't just come out with every thought that crosses his mind.
🍂 "Funny weather we're having ain't it, well you know, not funny, nah, no one finds fucking weather funny do they, you don't see people laughing at the sun do you, nah I meant like... fuck sake I don't know what I meant..." Him trailing off, you watching him curiously, he's quite endearing, not as intimidating as other people.
🍂 Seconds later he starts talking again, "so what brings you to this end of town love? You don't really look like the kind of girl who should be sitting outside my brothers office on her own... now I'm not being rude, I don't mean you look weird or you know.. I don't fuckin know, I'm not trying to be rude lass I promise, I'm just..."
🍂 His awkwardness makes you laugh, you giggle when he gets flustered and so your laugh is the first thing he hears. And he loves it. He laughs with you, awkwardly, but decides he wants to hear your laugh over and over again.
🍂 He thinks you're probably scared of him and his family, and he's not wrong exactly, its just that everyone intimidates you and no matter who you're socialising with its scary.
🍂 So he tries to put you at ease by being gentle, kind and soft. He tries not to swear in front of you but thats quite hard for Arthur since he's got the pottiest mouth in town and he's always getting annoyed and swearing.
🍂 He does a lot of "fuck... sorry love I mean... f.." opening and closing his mouth like a goldfish because he can't think of any other word that isn't a curse.
🍂 And you find this very funny so you do a lot of giggling and he does a lot of blushing and although things are very awkward between you you warm to him very quickly. He doesn't scare you as much as other people even though he should.
🍂 Maybe its his own nerves that put you at ease, the way you can tell that it isn't easy for him either. The fact that he's always embarrassing himself in front of you... it makes you feel like he isn't judging you.
🍂 Arthur understands you a little, even if he doesn't understand exactly what's going on with you. He thinks you're scared/ shy and doesn't necessarily understand that there's more than that going on. He too struggles to regulate his emotions and finds a lot of things about the world quite scary deep down so he empathises with your anxiety and he understands why you always look so scared and overwhelmed. Its how he would look if he was allowed to express himself, if he didn't have to put on the tough guy act all the time.
🍂 The first time you speak to him its because he's said something daft again and is cursing himself for being "such a stupid fuckin dinlow sometimes..." Whenever you hear him put himself down you always want to argue with him but you never build up the courage in time and the moment passes just as awkwardly as it always does. But today it just slips out. "You're not..." you barely say anything at all but those two words fill Arthur with so much joy he can't keep the smile and the blush from his cheeks. He's really proud that you've spoken to him, since you never speak to anyone else around these parts.
🍂 He kind of gets his hopes up then that you're going to do the talking but of course that isn't how this works. He's disappointed at first but you've given him hope with those two words and every conversation he has with you from then on he sees as another opportunity to hear your voice.
🍂 He wants to help you to speak and he tells you that in his own way, "its a shame for you ain't it, I'm not exactly fuckin... shit I'm sorry lass... and sorry about that too I spose, I meant, am not exactly very good at this either am I... conversation like, it ain't really my strong point.."
🍂 but you'd just smile, a warm smile, half a laugh. Enough for Arthur to understand you're enjoying his company, he isn't scaring you, he's making you happy. Which is actually all he wants to do.
John
🌼 John takes it personally, he's heard you talking to his Aunt Pol before, and you talk to Bonnie Gold! But never to him. He thinks it isn't fair and it wounds his ego because he can't understand why you don't like him.
🌼 He becomes convinced it's his fault, that there must be something he's done to upset you. Tries going over everything he's ever said to you but he knows he's only ever been friendly. So then he gets more frustrated and more wounded and he starts getting sulky.
🌼 Probably stops speaking to you, probably avoids you when he can and, when he can't he probably gives you all these sullen glances and sulky looks that make you feel all the more nervous around him.
🌼 In the end Bonnie starts picking on him about it, telling him not to glare at you the way he does. "Girls shy enough as it is and you're not helping are ye..." "That girl doesn't fuckin like me anyway does she..." Bonnie would laugh at him then, "fuckin dinlow."
🌼 When Bonnie explains that you're shy John has a hard time believing him, "if she's just shy..." "she's not just shy... dinlow, its more than that... if you want her to speak to you you have to win her trust... show her you're not gonna make her regret speaking to ye.... that means smile at her steada whatever that sulkings all about eh..."
🌼 John begrudgingly accepts and tries to follow Bonnie's advice but its difficult. He's used to lasses smiling and flirting with him, he's used to girls who take to his charm immediately, but you can hardly even look at him.
🌼 He's definitely the sort to think that giving you little gifts like the odd flower is going to "bribe" you into speaking to him, and whenever these gifts fail to do so he is always surprised (because he's stupid and doesn't learn) and a little disappointed but not deterred.
🌼 He will pester the living daylights out of anyone you do speak to to find out if you ever say anything about him and when Bonnie says "oh aye she asked about you the other day yeah mate..." "What? What did she say?" "Oh god i dont know let me think... I think she said somet like 'here bon, my best friend in the whole wide world, you know John Shelby don't you... Do you know why he won't leave me the fuck alone?"
🌼 John will just blink back at him stunned, realising hes joking when Bonnie splits a grin and starts laughing at him. "Nah she hasn't said anythin but thats probably a good thing..."
🌼 So poor John has to persist, trying not to let it get to him the way you shy away from him. Its as if you're so scared of him and all he wants to do is show you you've nothing to worry about with him.
🌼 He gets really protective over you, always jumping to your defense when someone complains about how quiet you are. If someone says "she makes me nervous..." You're sure to hear John grumble, "here, mate... I'll give you somet to be nervous about..."
🌼 Eventually all his protectiveness, his little gifts, the way he just doesn't seem to want to give up on you, chips away at your anxiety and leaves you feeling comfortable enough to say "thank you," when he gives you a flower, and to ask him what hes giving it to you for. "Pretty girls deserve pretty things I spose..."
🌼 Naturally that embarasses you making you blush and avert your gaze. John wouldn't know whether it was a good sign or not but he'd try his best to think positively. He'd smile and shove his hands in your pockets and say something like, "not much of a talker are you lass? S'alright i can do the talking for both of us..."
🌼 He'll rescue you in conversation, when someone asks you a question he'll answer for you if you look lost. He'll introduce you to new people and he'll make light of the way you can't speak so that its not awkward and no one thinks you're being rude.
🌼 When it occurs to him one day that you just said hello to him first he'll be stunned, he'll grin the biggest grin and probably pull you in for a shocker of a hug. He can't help it, he's really happy but also really proud of you too.
🌼 No one really understands how the two of you came to be so close since you're practically polar opposites but thats because no one else really sees John's gentler side. His carefulness which is reserved only for you.
🌼 He has that natural fatherly worrying instinct, he worries about how you'll cope when he's not there and whenever you're going out with Ada and the girls he gives them strict instructions to look out for you.
🌼 He probably worries that if something happens to you you will be too scared to shout for help so he gives you a whistle to wear around your neck on a little chain. He says if anything happens to you and you can't shout for help you're to blow the whistle.
,🌼 makes you practice because he knows you well enough to know that if it comes to it you probably won't blow the fucking whistle.
Bonnie
🍀 Thinks he might understand whats going on. He's perceptive, he has to be as a boxer and as a peaky boy. He's good at noticing things about his opponents in the ring, when theyre nervous, when theyre worn out... He's good at sensing fear too, he knows exactly how to read his enemies mind, find their weak spots without moving a muscle or saying a word.
🍀 So he notices things about you pretty quickly. He can tell by studying your expression when you're in a group, or when he tries to talk to you that you're scared and uncertain. The way you never look anyone in the eyes, the way you freeze up and try to shrink away into your clothes when someone says your name.
🍀 At first he thinks you're just shy, and to be honest he's not exactly used to shy girls. None of his sisters or any of the girls he grew up with are shy. Quite the opposite actually. So this is unfamiliar territory...
🍀 Even so, Bonnie is an optimistic lad at the very least, obnoxiously persistent in the eyes of those less forgiving. So he doesn't give up. He tries his very best to bring you out of your shell.
🍀 He makes a point of always smiling at you, always meeting your gaze even if only for a second, he speaks to you directly, always makes sure to say hello to you directly even when you're in a group. He doesnt push it further than that at first but over time, when you start to smile back, he starts asking you questions, and when you don't answer he starts answering the questions too, "hows your week been?... Ah well mines been alright can't complain you know... Got a fight coming up you know... Come see me if you like am gonna win in the fourth round..."
🍀 Maybe he's naive but he thinks he can probably trust you with his secrets... Who are you going to tell them to afterall.
🍀 When he feels close enough to you he'll probably make that joke and hope to god you laugh rather than hit him for it.
🍀 The longer this all goes on though the more Bonnie begins to wonder if you're really "just shy" or if its somethint else. Something deeper than that?
🍀 He's extremely patient though and he will rescue you in conversations when he sees you need it, he's actually very protective over you and it genuinely hurts his wee heart when he sees you looking scared and awkward, if he thinks you're struggling he'll swoop in to rescue you, sometimes without even thinking about what he's saying so that he embarrasses himself. But no bother eh, anything to take the pressure is off you.
🍀 The first time he hears you laughing its because he's a embarassed himself in front of the peaky boys. You'd usually feel far too uncomfortable to laugh at anything, choking back your laughter, clenching your fists and holding your breath to keep it inside. But Bonnie makes you feel safe, and you're always just a little more comfortable when hes around.
🍀 So when he says the stupidest thing you think you have ever heard, the giggle just tumbles out of you and doesn't stop. Everyone's looking at you in shock because you've only ever smirked at most in the past. When you realise everyones looking at you you go quiet again but your eyes find Bonnies and the warmth of his smile settles your anxieties and reassures you that everythings okay.
🍀 For as much as Bonnie will always rescue you in conversations and speak up when you can't, he can see how much pain you're in, how anxious you seem to be all the time and he'll want to help you. He wants you to be happy and confident enough to speak for yourself even when he isn't around.
🍀So he'll try his best when its just the two of you, not to rescue you when you lose your words. Instead he'll take your chin with his finger, tilt your gaze back up to his and hold eye contact with you saying something like "go on lovely, what were you going to say?"
🍀 He makes sure you can see he's listening to you. If you're in a group and you try to speak but no one hears you, Bonnie will make sure people hear you and don't forget about you. All these little things build your confidence slowly over time.
🍀 And when you are anxious his hand always manages to find yours giving you a reassuring squeeze. Bonnie is all about showing you he is there for you.
🍀You develop this kind of telepathy almost, a simple look is enough from either of you to make the other laugh or understand exactly what youre both thinking. He'll look to you and roll his eyes when his dad is talking and when you start laughing everyone will know its the two of you up to no good again.
🍀People say he brings out the worst in you, hes a bad influence, but he's the opposite actually and everyone can see how much happier you are when you're with him. His confidence and happy go lucky nature brings out a calmer less anxious side to you and you've never smiled more than when you're with him.
🍀 One of your things is not ever being able to address someone by their name so he kind of craves hearing u say his. And whenever you do he loves it!
Isaiah
🐀It drives him crazy because he knows you can talk. He knows you're just "choosing" not to talk when he's around. He's interjected in conversations in which you were talking to Ada before and literally watched the smile fall from your lips at the sight of him...
🐀So much like John his ego is wounded and he just gets frustrated trying to work out what he's done wrong. Why you don't like him.
🐀It wouldn't actually occur to him that you might be scared of him because he's with the Peaky Blinders. Ada has to point that out to him... But even when she does he just shrugs and says he doesn't understand. "I'm nice? I don't get it, I'm always fuckin nice!"
🐀He copes with his insecurity about you by teasing you, making little jokes about how you never speak. He calls you little mouse because you're so mousy and shy. Ada tells him off for this so many times but trying to laugh at the fact you won't talk to hin is the only way he can be less embarrassed about the fact that you don't like him.
🐀He will be too embarrassed about his insecurity to ask anyone for any real advice, he'll just keep going, making the jokes, knowing hes making things worse.
🐀Finally when he gets you alone one day, he'll get annoyed at the awkward silence between you and suddenly just let everything out confessing everything to you. "I know you don't like me very much sweetheart, know you probably wish I'd shut up and leave you the fuck alone right now eh but I just wanna know what I've done like... Always try me best to be fuckin nice to you don't I but I don't reckon I have been cause you don't seem to have warmed up to me much do you... "
🐀"Yknow I don't mean anythin by any of that stupid shite i say don't you mousy... Truth is i think you're a really sweet little lass, all i really wants well, i dont know... Just a little hello every now and then would do... Just want to feel like we're friends... "
🐀When you still cant respond and you flee he just has to accept it and take the L cause he deserved it for taking the mickey out of you for as long as he has done. Honestly it's going to take such a long time for him to win your trust now.
🐀He'd maybe even need to give you a little space, get used to the fact that you aren't going to speak, accept that you're going to be quiet and shy and that you probably won't even look at him.
🐀He has a lot of learning to do tbh, like he has to learn that your silence isn't a reflection of him, it doesn't mean you don't like him. He basically has to work on his own self confidence (and i mean his real deep internal self esteem not that cocky arrogant front he puts on in front of others) he has to really work on his own sense of self and then look to working on his relationship with you
🐀He goes from being your most frustrating tormenter to your most fierce protector. If he ever catches anyone making jokes about you he'll shoot them down, sarcastically laugh at them all "like she hasn't heard that before cunt..."
🐀I think it takes Isaiah the longest to hear you speak. And then when you finally do he gets shy and paranoid he's going to fuck it up, that hes going to do the wrong thing and you'll never want to speak to him again.
🐀All you said was hello, a simple hello in response to his, that was it. But he forgets how to speak, just looks at you blankly, manages to smile and just sort of repeats himself, says hello again and gets awkward. Which makes you awkward too. You smile but you shrink away because you really need him to lead a conversation.
🐀Pulls himself together in time to say its nice to see you. You kind of just have this awkward conversation where everything he says you repeat back and he has to stop himself from repeating again, you just go round in cirlcles until Ada cuts in and rescues you both.
🐀One day he asks if you can forgive him for having been such a stupid git to you in the beginning and hes so relieved when you nod your head and let him take your hand.
🐀Considering how scared you used to be of him and his stupid jokes you feel so close to him now. No ones ever put this much effort into getting to know you and trying to win your trust.
🐀"You've got a really lovely voice you know," he isn't used to saying "nice" things to people and meaning them, he's usually such an empty flirt, trying to charm lasses into a one night fling. But with you its different and you mean a lot to him.
🐀Still calls you mousy but its affectionate and it becomes this sign of your firm bond. Only he gets to tease you and call you that name, he's earnt the closeness you share and you know he means it affectionately.
🐀Rather than actively helping you to get better at speaking, his boisterous personality and relentless cocky attitude probably rubs off on you. Its hard not to feel a little more confident when you're on Isaiahs arm. He lets you wear his peaky cap sometimes in big groups, it shows everyone youre with him, and he sees it bring out your confidence.
Michael
☘️ I think Michael was shy as a little boy, at least more so than all of his cousins, and then when he was taken from his mother probably even more so.
☘️He probably didn't talk much when he was given to his new family. Even as he got older he probably wasn't the most self assured young lad. In school he probably tried to fit in and did a little, but wasn't particularly loud or popular.
☘️ So when he meets you he recognises that uncertainty in your eyes and understands your social anxieties.
☘️ He wants to give you a hug and tell you it'll be alright, that even if things feel overwhelming for you now, if things feel scary and you feel like you're not capable of doing anything right, or that you don't feel like you fit in... It won't always be like this and if you give it time you'll find your place just like he did.
☘️But this is Michael we're talking about, he bottles all that shit up. Doesn't say a word to you, just watches you and feels that familiar uncertainty curdling inside him. All these things he wants to say and he can't bring himself to say it. He gets anxious because what if he's got you all wrong what if its not like that for you at all.
☘️ In the end its Polly who tells him he should try to get to know you, "you were like her once you know... She could do with a good lad like you to show her a little kindness... Its a cruel world Michael, if you don't nobody else will..."
☘️ So then he feels guilty too. Has to swallow his anxiety whenever you're around. It takes all his will to make himself sit down next to you, to say hello, to keep trying even when you only offer him the smallest of smiles in response.
☘️ But he's a mothers boy isn't he, so what Pol wants Pol gets and she wants him to try so he bloody well tries. And besides, he feels a connection with you, he's felt one from the very first time he saw you in the Garrison with his cousin Ada. He doesnt know whether you feel it to, in fact he knows you probably dont. He feels close to you because he thinks he knows how you feel.
☘️Eventually he gets up the courage to talk to you properly. He finds the whole thing absolutely painful and mortifying, trying to tell you how he used to be like you, so he thinks he understands.
☘️ You can sense how hard he's trying though and that means a lot to you, and you're honestly surprised too because for as much as he's reserved around you, you've seen him with other people, you've seen him charming the girls at the Garrison and you know the reputation he has is as bad as his cousins. So you're surprised when he tells you about his childhood shyness and how it took him a long time to feel accepted anywhere.
☘️ Its encouraging, the way he talks about it too, like its this thing that used to be a huge problem in his life but isn't anymore. You find it reassuring to know that you might not feel this way forever. That one day you too might feel accepted and comfortable enough to talk freely and take up space.
☘️ You don't realise, though you should, that its Michael and his family that are going to make you feel that way. That it will be him that treats you with the warmth and patience that you need to make you feel at home.
☘️ You pluck up the courage to say something to him a few days later, youve wanted to say something to him since he spoke so empathetically and gently to you, its been all you could think of, how to say it, when you'll say it, if he'll even know what you're doing talking about because its been awhile now and he's probably forgotten he even said anything to you at all ect ect... Youre riddled with the anxiety of saying something to him and the more you think about it the worse it gets.
☘️ But you do manage it, even if all you actually say is, "Thank you... For..." when you trail off you expect him to cut you off but he doesn't, he just smiles softly and watches you carefully, trying to work out if you are going to finish your sentence or not. When you stammer and cut yourself off again he puts his hand on your shoulder and gives you a reassuring squeeze.
☘️ "s'alright love, i understand, come on come sit, just me and you, try again in a minute eh?"
☘️ At first the way things develop between you its like he's a big brother to you, he takes you under his wing, protects and guides you as though making up for the sister he lost.
☘️ He spends a lot of his time with you, and whenever he sees you around he makes time to talk to you, or not talk to you depending on how he feels like you're feeling.
☘️ You have this unspoken connection, sometimes all it takes is a look from you and he knows exactly what you're thinking/feeling.
☘️The more you spend your time with him the more able to talk you are and he's so pleased and proud that you look to him in the way that you do, that he is one of the only people in the city who gets the blessing of hearing your voice, getting to know you intimately through conversation.
☘️He's especially pleased to know things about you that Tommy doesn't, that you trust him and nobody else. That without him you'd be lost.
☘️ Gets jealous if you do start speaking to someone else and has to remind himself that actually this is what he wants. For you to grow and become your authentic self not hiding or fearing being too much.
☘️ So despite his fear that once you can talk to other people you'll not need him and you'll stop wanting to speak to him, he encourages you and reassures you, tells you he's proud of you.
☘️ But of course his fears are unnecessary, you'll always look to him for comfort, company and reassurance, he'll always be the person who saw you for who you really are first. He'll always be the one who believed in you and took his time with you. And he's your best friend. And maybe you secretly want hin to be more than that.
#bonnie gold x reader#peaky blinders imagines#tommy shelby x reader#arthur shelby x reader#john shelby x reader#peaky blinders headcanon#peaky blinders imagine#alfie solomons x reader#peaky blinders
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while people have many mixed thoughts about the off-kilter dynamics of the bells hells, i think it provides a very fascinating dichotomy.
from the beginning, ludinus has sowed mistrust in exandria. he grooms the dwendal line to despise every other country and seek isolationism above all else. he attempted to ensure chaos in jrusar so that it would be too difficult for them to react quickly to the bloody bridge. he banks on vasselheim refusing to take the aid or advice of the grim verity to take out both - the verity one by one, and vasselheim in a massive sweep at the key. but he also is known far and wide as a master negotiator. he helps negotiate the peace between wynandir & xhorhas (after war that he sparked - by working with the xhorhasian wizard essek). he keeps the peace between assembly members - hell, the fact he even managed to recreate the cerberus assembly, and created tentative peace between the empire & mages, is a feat in itself. he knows when to put his pride away and accept help. his very first spoken line is loudly agreeing with beau, a cobalt soul member, over the rest of his war council, and he (almost) humbly asks yudala for the cobalt souls aid, and before the nein ask a thing of him personally he ensures the cobalt soul cannot find yasha as guilty for obann's crimes - and absolutely, those actions are connected. he does everything to ensure he wins but he does it with grace, to the point he - avid god despiser who seeks to kill them all - sees fjords wildmother amulet.... points it out cheekily, and never reports it.
the bells, bless their hearts, they try, but they have barely any trust in them. they were already people utterly traumatized by betrayal before yu betrayed them, before fcg was revealed to be wired as a killer, before everything. they have tried to patch things and can communicate at this point but it is obvious even now they lack two very fundamental things - the internalization of the fact that ludinus is counting on discord to win, and most importantly, the ability to wholly agree on a set plan to a set goal. ludinus races with liliana to predathos with the understanding that he, liliana, & otohan are a team that must work as effectively as possible for a goal they collectively believe in. the bells have that loosely - stop ludinus. but the very road to getting there is rocky beyond belief. imogen is pressured by orym to dig into predathos's psyche just as she realizes she's scared of it, just as orym is losing himself to the soldier psyche, and laudna stares him down as she argues. they believe the end goal of their trust is to simply tell the others they're about to do something dangerous when hardly any of them can process they dont have to be cannon fodder. i am aware of the fact we dont have full vanguard context here, but often i think of otohan jeering at zathuda, an archfey, as she wholeheartedly sides with ludinus over him when the elf isnt even there, contrasted with orym pulling fearne aside to ask her to kill imogen if they need to.
ludinus has seen the rise & fall of so much. im sure he witnessed the selfishness of wizards like the somnovem or perhaps the original cerberus assembly. he took it as a lesson, and that is why he is at the top of the world while vess & trent & thousands of others faltered. the bells cannot often take their trauma and turn it into a healthy understanding. they are literal children in age compared to ludinus but many have a kind of arrested development as well due to their trauma, and it becomes more cruelly obvious the longer their quest continues. the difference between ludinus & the bells functionality is so staggering it is one of the most fascinating parts of c3 to me.
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Wait, is it true the writers said Marinette and Gabriel are meant to represent individual creative spirit versus corporate greed?
Taken from the writer's commentary on the final two episodes
In the next scene, we can see Marinette taking the miraculous that have been standardised and industrialised by Gabriel and putting them back in shape. The writers specify that this is a parabole about craftsmanship vs industrial production. The miraculous will now be adapted to every person, but we can’t see what they look like just yet! In this new world, the powers are all shared, among people who they trust and know will work for the common good. They joke that the "Avengers" shot at the end with all the heroes is something they’d been dreaming of.
There's also that bit from her confrontation with Gabriel where he randomly acts like he's The God of Fashion (taken from S5E20):
Gabriel: I don't think you understand, child, so let me put things differently. Life is like fashion. You think you have a choice, but all you have is the illusion of choice. And I decide what choices are given to you.
Marinette: You're wrong! (Shows Gabriel her sketchbook.) Fashion is about listening to people, it's about understanding who they are, what excites them and creating the clothes that will help them express their inner world. Help them connect with others and make their dreams come true.
Gabriel:(Laughs and takes her sketchbook, then browses its pages.) No, that's not fashion. That's making dresses for your dolls. Fashion is a product, a marketing strategy, an industry that relies on uninterrupted trend renewal that forces you to either throw away everything you have and buy more or, worse, to be out of fashion. Thanks to the clothes I create, the celebrities who wear them, the advertisements I design and the Alliance rings that broadcast them, I create an idyllic vision. A perfection that everyone aspires to achieve, while keeping it just out of their grasp. You finally understand the difference, don't you? You listen to people's desires and create what they want. Somehow, people make you. Whereas I create people's desires. They buy what I decide to buy. They think what I want them to think. I'm the one who makes people. You think you love Adrien, but you're just under the spell of this world I've created. A world where Adrien is the star, shining high above. A world where you're just part of the crowd below looking up at him. (Shuts the sketchbook.) That is why nothing can ever happen between you two.
So, yeah, this is apparently supposed to be them talking about some kind of central theme of individual creators vs mass production? The problem is that it basically comes out of nowhere. If the writers really wanted to have this be some sort of message, then they needed to establish this a lot sooner because Marinette has had no issues with his fashion company nor has anyone else.
An example of a way to do this would be to have Marinette win the hat competition in season one, Adrien models it in season two, and then give us a series of episodes where Marinette gets to learn about the production process for her hat. She gets to see it mass produced and then gets to learn how fast fashion works and, by the end, she's no longer a fan of the fashion industry even though she still loves fashion. It would be a much better environmental message then the nonsense we've been given, too.
But the show didn't give us anything like that. We've never seen a single Gabriel brand product save for the stuff Adrien wears and the alliance rings, which are phones more than fashion accessories, so it makes sense that they'd have a uniform look. Even if phones were made to order, you wouldn't see much variety in the base product save for color. The customization on a phone is the background and the alliance lets you customize your "background" (aka your Adrien, Lila, or Kagami) as we saw in Jubilation when Socqueline was showing off her alliance.
Side note: I realized that Jubilation takes place before I started writing mini episode reviews, so I wanted to make a quick note of how creepy it is that you can customize your alliance avatar given who the avatars are. Gabriel and Tomoe seriously took their 14-year-olds and told people of all ages to treat them like dolls, which is extra creepy given how many fans Adrien has. That has some messed up in-universe implications that make me shudder. What were the writers thinking?
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A Lark Among the Wolves and Dragons: Chapter 38
Chapter 37
Masterlist
A/N: I'm not as familiar with Witcher 2 as I am with Witcher 3, but dammit Iorveth really grew on me. Words cannot describe how much I love that messy, problematic SOB.
Also who would win in a fight?
Aemond or Iorveth? I already know the answer to that one.
-------Red Keep: Small Council Chambers-----------
"Aemma has been on the Continent this whole time?" Alicent questions the moment Ivan finished translating the letter.
"It would appear so Your Grace," Ivan confirms.
"Just who are these Scoia'tel?" Otto questions. "Bandits for the most part, my Lord," Ivan explains, "At least...that is what I remembered from my childhood in Aedirn. I remember they would raid and attack convoys coming into the village, they rarely ever left any survivors. They are ruthless. If I may speak plainly, your Grace," he turns to Alicent, "I have reason to believe they do indeed have kept Princess Aemma alive for the reason they have described. This must be important to them if they would go as far as to catch a hostage for this demand to be met."
"...it is clear Prince Daemon's reckless actions on the Continent all those years ago had more far reaching consequences than anticipated," Otto says in a low tone after a moment of silence.
"If I may, Lord Hand," Ivan speaks up, feeling he may be speaking above his station, "what will be done to rescue the princess?" "What rescue?" Otto huffs, giving Ivan a certain look, "who could we spare? Should we send an army out to the Continent? How many lives will it cost to save the princess who forsook everything she's known just to frolic needlessly in lands far away?"
"But...if we don't anything-" "WE shall," Alicent assures the knight, to which Otto gives his daughter a rather paternalistic look, "She is still one of us," Alicent insists, "and I agree. If we were send an army to the Continent, it would unwanted attract attention." "What do you suggest then...Your Grace?" Otto asks.
"We send a small team of trusted knights," Alicent suggests, "men who will be sworn to secrecy to sail to the Continent, find Aemma, and bring her back to King's Landing where she belongs. There would preferably have to be someone who knows that place well, in order to safely navigate those lands..."
The Queen and the Hand look to Ivan, who already knew where this was going. "Your Grace, I am...honored to accept this mission, however I must confess, I have not been to Aedirn in years. I surely would not recognize the place of my childhood, it must've changed, especially after the Northern realms' wars with Nilfgaard." "It is more than what we could hope for," Alicent tells him, "Even if you don't remember the place, I am certain you remember the people, and they would surly be more willing to talk with a native of their lands then with a foreigner."
"...yes, Your Grace." "The Crown counts on you on this, Ser Ivan," Alicent continues, "you must be swift, and you must not let no one else know of this. I will send Ser Criston Cole with you, have him sworn to secrecy as well. Find the princess and do what you must to bring back home alive and unharmed. Do you understand this, Ser Ivan."
"I do, Your Grace," Ivan nods, bowing before he turned and left.
Unknown to anyone in that room, someone had been listening in on this conversation.
------------Forest outside Flotsam: Scoia'tel camp-------------
Aemma groaned as she started to come to. Her vision blurred a bit, and she was certain she heard voices, albeit some rather distorted voices. They sounded deep and distant, but as soon as her vision cleared, those same voices became silent.
Once she was fully conscious, Aemma remembered what happened previously, the castle, the king and his children, the monk- no, not a monk- an assassin.
Aemma tried to move her arms, but realized they were bond. A closer look and Aemma could now see she was tied against a tree with some rather thick ropes. Her legs were even tied together, almost like her captors were anticipating she would be able to escape easy.
Aemma struggled against her bonds, while also trying to look for her sword or her dagger with hopes of cutting the ropes, but it looked like her captors had planned ahead and disarmed her while she was unconscious.
"Well well, look who decided to join the living," Aemma hears a male voice in front of her. She looks up to see who it was; an elf sporting a green gambeson with an assortment of armor acquired from various soldiers by the looks of it. Tall, pointed ears and prominent cheek bones that were characteristic of the elven species as well as green eyes- no wait, one green eye. There was also a bow strapped to his back and a sword strapped to his side. The same elf also sported a red scarf that covered his head and also hid his right eye; a scar was also spotted, part of it hiding under the scarf and the rest of it reaching over his cheek and barely reached his upper lip.
It almost reminded Aemma of the scar her cousin Aemond now bore as a result of that accident back on Driftmark, which also made Aemma realize this elf probably had a similar accident that resulted in the loss of that eye, hence why he had it covered.
There was also a feather attached to the scarf on the elf's right side.
Aemma tried to struggle out of her bonds again. "Fight against those bonds if you can," the elf taunts, "it is pointless." "Where am I?" Aemma asks once she gives up the struggle. "You in Aedirn now, near the Temerian border," the elf explains, "a Scoia'tel encampment, where you will be our prisoner for the time being...Princess Aemma Targaryen."
Aemma looked up to the elf commander with wide eyes, "How do you know me?" The elf knelt over so the two of them could see face to face, "You don't remember, do you, princess? We have met before, more then once in fact."
Aemma had to think about for a bit before it came back to her, "You're...you're the Scoia'tel commander whose trapped I fell into six years ago, the one Cedric saved me from. Wait, I know of you. You're Iorveth, the Woodland Fox."
"And here I thought dh'oine memories were naturally poor compared to the Aen Siedhe," Iorveth deadpans. "You're in league with that witcher, the one who killed that king," Aemma realized, "that's why he brought me here, right? Why? Why bring me here? I never did anything to you or your people."
"Ha, not you, no," Iorveth scoffs, "but you're father, the dragon prince from across the Great Sea, a rogue without mercy if ever there was one." "My father?" "Daemon Targaryen," the elf confirms, "Brother to your king of the Seven Kingdoms, a dragon rider, one of the few remnants left of Valyria of Old...murderer of elven men and women alike, a man who slew my Scoia'tel comrades indiscriminately and burned their corpses with dragon fire. This injustice has gone unanswered for twenty years. No doubt, your Westerosi king had hoped this same injustice would be long forgotten, but we Aen Siedhe live long lives and have just as long memories. Justice shall be met at last."
"...do you mean to kill me to punish my father for his crimes?" Aemma asks in a low tone.
"No...not yet at least," Iorveth shakes his head, "if your father cares for you however, he will show up himself and face justice. If not..." Iorveth looks to Aemma's hands; he takes one and pulls out a knife, bringing it close to one of her fingers. Aemma felt her breath come out in quick huffs as panic started to set over the possibility these elves might actually kill her. "Should he fail to show himself within a reasonable time frame, we will have no choice but to send another message...many if we must, one body part at a time."
Aemma breathed a sigh of relief when Iorveth pulled the knife back; she's heard of this elf before. A ruthless warrior who, like most of the Scoia'tel, would kill any human who crossed his path and was certainly not above killing civilians as well as soldiers. The fact he kept Aemma alive, the fact that he had done so for the purpose of baiting her father to come here also told her that Iorveth in particular hated Daemon, held a grudge against the Rogue Prince all these years for the deaths of the Scoia'tel caused by Caraxes. Aemma couldn't understand it though; if the elves were killed by her father's dragon, there must've been a good reason. Did they try to attack him? Try and kill him and this was simply a case of a dragon defending his rider?
Aemma dare not ask these questions now, not in the position she was in.
When she made brief eye contact with the elven commander once again, she saw flashes of what appeared to be visions. She saw brief flashes of Iorveth fighting alongside another elf, in some kind of brigade, she thinks. They were fighting soldiers. She saw Iorveth in another vision getting his eye gouged out by torturers, then another vision showed him laying under a pile of dead elves with a bloodied eye socket. Then another vision showed the elf stealing a kiss with a woman...a human woman which was followed by one last vision showing Iorveth confronting her father...and another woman Aemma recognized was her mother.
When the visions ended, Aemma blinked rapidly, having not realized Iorveth had been talking to her this whole time, "...you will be watched morning, noon, and night by my men," Iorveth concludes, "for your sake, your father best arrive in haste as I cannot guarantee the rest of the Scoia'tel will want to wait as long, the young ones anyway. But I am patient; I have waited this long, I can wait a little while longer."
With that Iorveth stood up and turned to leave, "wait," Aemma calls out, to which the elf stops in his tracks, "I need to know something," she insists, "you said we've met before more then once. When was the first time?"
Iorveth was silent for a moment, turning around to give the young woman a rather incredulous look. "I was only a baby the first time, was I not?" she points out, "when...when I was with my mother, the Lady of Larks, did you know her?"
"I only met her that one time," Iorveth answers her, frowning as he did so, "were it not for that woman, you and the company you kept that day would've been long dead."
Aemma was a little shocked by this elf's blatant honesty that showed that he clearly wore his disdain for humankind on his sleeve.
Which is why the second to last vision she experienced confused her the most. For someone who hates humans as much as he does, Iorveth was awfully touchy-feely with that particular human woman.
It had been some time since Aemma had experienced visions of the past, but this was first time she experienced someone else's that weren't directly related to her own past in relations to her family; her mother may have been part of it, but it was only for a split second.
She wouldn't concern herself with that for now, as she needed to devise a way to escape this encampment and locate Triss and Geralt once more.
------------King's Landing: docks by the Blackwater Bay------------
Ser Criston and Ser Ivan, donned in their disguises with their swords hidden underneath their cloaks.
Ivan still kept his scarf wrapped around his head, covering the points of his ears, despite the fact he was wearing a hat over it.
During his tutelage under Ser Criston Cole, Ivan had never deigned to reveal his elven heritage to the older knight. As skilled a warrior Criston is, Ivan didn't feel the connection with him that he had the late Ser Laenor, he never felt safe enough around Criston to reveal his ears.
Despite the fact that he was setting foot in a place he had been since he was child when he and his mother fled their village in the midst of a pogrom, Ivan did not feel a sense of homecoming in any of this. The inh'eid recalled the nightmares he had in the aftermath when he and his mother sailed to Westeros, the buildings catching fire, the mob that rioted, the threats of local civilians and soldiers alike to round up the non-humans and see them hang or slaughtered. Only reason Ivan managed to escape was because of a dwarf who helped sneak him and his mother away from the village; Ivan now wondered if that same dwarf survived and was still living in that village, or did he get away to start a new life elsewhere.
Additionally, Ivan never felt like he had a home there to begin with. He was inh'eid after all; his ears were too pointy for humans but not pointy enough for the elves. He'd never really felt like he had a home or a place elsewhere except with his mother, and that was taken away from him from an outbreak of illness that ravaged Flea Bottom all those years ago. The closest he'd ever gotten after that was being taken in by the Royal Family and being inducted into the Kingsguard. He had meant to save a whom he thought was a fellow street urchin like him six years ago, but said urchin had turned out to be a princess who took him in as thanks for saving her life, which in turn allowed Ivan to find a place as a knight.
He knew Aemma had done those things to repay saving his life...now it was his turn to pay her back for his new station by saving her once again.
"Are we ready to board?" Criston asks, pulling Ivan out of his thoughts. "Ready, Ser," Ivan nods as the two board the ship to take them to Novigrad.
The ship disembarked and Ivan took a look out to see King's Landing slowly disappear from view.
"You mentioned you hailed from that fishing village, did you not, Ser Ivan?" Criston asks him, "Flotsam, was that what it was called." "It was," Ivan confirms, "it was the place of my birth before my mother took us to Novigrad and subsequently boarded a ship to King's Landing twelve years ago." "Do you have any memories of that place?" Criston asks. "Very few, I'm afraid," Ivan tells him, "and I cannot say for certain how much Flotsam has changed since I've been there."
"Any advice once we reach port?" Criston asks. "Keep your head down, I suppose," Ivan answers, "I have few memories of Novigrad as well, but their docks were rough, more then the docks of King's Landing. Merchants come and go from the Continent though, we should have little trouble finding a guide to direct us to Aedirn."
Unknown to Ivan or Criston, someone else how boarded this boat and was sitting in the other side of the haul, concealed beneath a cloak to hide his long silver blonde hair, with the intention to help the two knights accomplish their mission.
Chapter 38.5
#hotd#the witcher#geralt of rivia#otto hightower#alicent hightower#criston cole#oc#aemond targaryen#iorveth#letho of gulet
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also your brain is wrinklier than the balls of a sweaty red neck florida man. you're so fucking based.
honestly i like to make light of the fact that rook was acquainted with vil via criticizing his play upfront, and the fact that they even became inseparable after, but i really think it says a lot about them. especially vil, in this case. about how vil values the cold and hard truth above all that is sugarcoated and brought to him via beating around the bush in a world where everyone is sucking up to him to get something out of it. like, what did rook have to gain in the moment? if anything, he would've been mauled by anyone else. but he did it out of genuine interest, in vil and helping him (even if his critique lacked tact in the delivery). that's what drew vil to rook. he was so unabashed in what he thought about a certain things flaws, but also so full of vigor and readiness to see it for all it's potential. he's exactly the type of person vil needs.
unwavering loyalty (the type that vil truly values) can also be seen through rook's election of neige in the vdc. i really do hate that it's portrayed as a betrayal. yes, i understand it would be to anyone else, especially given rook knows of vil's rivalry with neige. but obviously, rook and vil aren't conventional people. rook already stated very valid reasons for it; it wouldn't satisfy vil's ambition nor his need for the first place and perfection. it'd be hollow to him. most of all, vil would know he didn't deserve it because the performance itself wasn't the best he could give. why would he want an unjustified trophy? he would've continued striving for no. 1 in extremely damaging ways if rook did not choose neige and give him the reality check he needed. that's the type of reality check he wanted. that's what true friends do. holding each other to standards, encouraging improvement-- doing what's right, because it will do right by them in association. rook choosing vil in this context would be the truest betrayal to vil because rook knows it would go against all vil stands for. it would be the biggest betrayal to rook's wanting to help vil improve and blossom because it wouldn't do that. it'd drive him further into madness. rook pulled vil back before he could do that and that's real loyalty. making hard decisions for the betterment of your loved ones. i don't really remember much of chapter 5's ending, but i do remember vil also acknowledged all my prior points himself, and did realise the winning the VDC wouldn't have been the best for him in the long run.
i absolutely hate blind devotion. i hold my friends to moral codes because being too entrenched in unhealthy mindsets would leave you blindsided to what's truly beautiful and joyous in life and people, and i dont want to be the one to enable or exacerbate it. i expect them to do the same with me; tell me off, disagree with me, and give me a reality check when i need it, because i know ill appreciate it when that time has long gone and their wake up call was what got me back on the right track. that they cared about me enough that they wanted to help me change for better instead of just standing to the sidelines because to be loved is to be CHANGED.... (wails uncontrollably into pillow, shits, sharts, etc etc). my greatest goal in life is to be the best version of myself and to be loyal is to support what the truest part of me yearns for! improvement! that's why i expect that if i were to act up, my friends would have the courage in knowing that opposing whatever dumb idea i might have would ultimately mean the most to me! so when i say i get how vil must've felt during chapter 5 i really get it. sure he still would've been upset over his loss but i believe he understood the reality of the situation quite well, including rooks reasoning. he trusts rook because he knows rook can make the right call for him if need be, even if it results in such drastic consequences. he knows rook has his actual best interests in mind. he knows rook isn't one to lick vil's boots-- he'd bow before him and rise against him, all in vil's favour. that's why he was more determined than ever to get on the right track to strive towards complete perfection. he was upset but he knew it was transient and he'll have another chance at true success.
people also have to understand that brutally honest =/= cruel. brutally honest is just a term used by people who just want an excuse to be mean but he doesn't intend to be, so i can see how that term, when conflated with a character, can be warped to a different interpretation. yes, good intentions don't always equal good actions but he always means it for the betterment of others. you don't like his tone? tell him! he'll adjust the level of tact in which he delivers his speech but the content is more or less the same.
again, vil is also another one who drops a lot of subtle hints of vulnerability. of large deviations of who he is and how he operates.
god i am.. sgshn???!?!!!!!!! so desperately in love with him....!??? he's so deeply flawed but that doesn't make him a bad person. it makes him so real and raw and just. someone i could really sympathize with in real life, especially when i can relate to, or atleast understand many of his core themes and struggles. he's more complex than the other boys in the cast (not to say the others cannot have complexity) and it makes it all the better to pick him apart. yes i see god in your eyes babes please kiss me so hard my lips explode.
“He’d bow before him and rise against him, all in Vil’s favor” HOLY SHIT ANON THAT IS ?,, THE HARDEST LINE IVE EVER READ??? But I completely agree! Vil was less upset about the justified loss than he was about Neige winning ! He understood Rook’s reasoning and didn’t question it, but ofc he was irritated that his (one sided) mortal nemesis beat him. I agree that Vil is so insanely complex- that’s why he’s my favorite character to pick apart, and also why I feel the strongest connection to him. Tbh he’s one of the only characters I could see myself realistically befriending. His honesty and determination are super admirable imo, and we share some core values.
Also,,, I’m currently brainstorming ways for him to show his vulnerabilities, funnily enough hehe hoo
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Yandere BTAS Scarecrow with a Bodyguard S/O
Wow, I might just do the whole dork squad with a bodyguard S/O, but who knows, just wanted to write something else before getting back to requests. I also just wanted to thank you all for 30 followers! It's amazing, and I really appreciate you all (:
× Despite how he treats his henchmen, you're his bodyguard and so, you have more of his respect, and commands that respect to not only be given to you by other henchmen, but heroes as well. Mutual respect is the best he can hope for at the moment, though longs for the day you'll start to feel more for him.
× Tries not to push his obsession on you, and tries to keep his true feelings away to keep the relationship purely professional. Despite his best efforts however, he finds himself unwilling to let you fight for him, and often makes you do menial tasks and chores to keep you out of Batman's way. If none are available, he tries to pull you away from the scene before it's too late and you get hurt.
× You tempt him more than anything, but you also motivate him. You make him remind himself why he has to win, what he has to have. And despite him being your boss, he seeks above all else to show off his strengths to you. You will be with him for every success and failure, and so he feels the need to show that no matter what, he is still a threat not to be messed with. This is both a reminder to you, and a warning.
"BOW DOWN TO THE MASTER OF FEAR, COWER BEFORE ME AND BEG FOR MERCY!"
× Jonathan will trust you with his identity, his knowledge, his regrets... his fears. But all he asks in return is the same from you. He wants to know everything about you, just as you will of him. Eventually, he will formally ask you to be his partner in crime, out of costume before you leave for the night. Now that the two of you know each other on more than a professional relationship, he believes that this is the most logical source of action.
× And while you may say no, to him this is just your humbleness speaking, and that you actually would love to, it's just that you think you are undeserving of this. Firmly telling him that you in fact have no desire to work with him anymore causes him to, very insistently, remind you of how much he now knows about you. With a small smile, he can remind you of your address, full name, age, living family members and where they're located. If you truly want to play with the master of fears emotions, then two can play that game.
× But more likely than not, you'll accept, because who would pass up on an opportunity like this? Scarecrow's offering you something you couldn't have ever dreamed of working with other villains, and you won't ever find another opportunity like this ever again. And while all of this is true, with this he'll slowly cut away every body else. Friends, family, you will no longer need them with your villain lifestyle, he's really doing you a favor. Besides, all you'll ever need is him and the legacy the two of you will create for yourselves.
"You understand, don't you? Love and fear can make people do crazy things, and you know they were getting too close to the truth, yes?"
#yandere#yandere fanfiction#yandere x reader#yandere x you#yandere headcanons#yandere btas#btas scarecrow#btas#btas x reader#yandere dc#yandere btas x reader#yandere dc x reader#yandere jonathan crane#yandere scarecrow
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Here's the second book's self-made cover!
The Crimson Soul is the start of the group discovering more of the world around them. Finding out things they otherwise would have to de research on.
The exploration in this book is specifically about one rift they encounter after scouring their town for any anomalies.
Here's an excerpt:
As the world around her changed into the Rift world, Cassie found herself still innocently interested in the entire place. In her mind this place looked-
“Like it was raining blood for days!" Her eyes went everywhere they could. "This is the kind of stuff you see in horror films or those dystopias!” She said to no one.
Cassie looked at her phone seeing that only two minutes had passed. She sighed and tried to occupy herself for the remainder of the time. As she was going to, she felt a slight vibration. “Hmm?”
The vibration turned into full on shaking and when she looked up, her eyes were covered by a shadow. She held her hand above her eyes in order to see better and there she saw the figure of a giant staring down at her.
“Well, don’t you look mad?”
This large being made no effort to respond to her comment. As it towered over her, Cassie remained looking up at it.
“Creature. What brings you here? Are you the one who has been here before?”
Cassie nodded. “I’m here for a little… I don't know what it's called." Cassie paused for a while and thought about the right word.
The beast spoke at that time. “So that means you’re the one who came and kept my people from killing that human?”
Cassie didn't speak for a bit and the beast began to get impatient.
“Damn, I can't think of the word, but yeah I did do that." She looked up. “With that commanding tone you have, my guess is you’re Sarkon… right?” Cassie assumed.
“Sekon, you insolent creature!” Cassie smiled a bit. “With your insolence, do you believe you’re going to get out of here alive now?”
“Not really… well, at least I know you think you’re going to kill me, but hear me out.”
“Why should I? What’s stopping me from just crushing you into our fertile crust?”
“Because you’re looking for challengers, right?”
Sekon paused, but eventually spoke. “…that’s correct.”
“Then I’ll fight you!”
“Willingly? You aren’t looking for some kind of bargain to hold over my head?”
“Of course not, I’m honorable.”
Sekon laughed at her. “Besides me taking a liking to your blunt nature. I am bored and am in need of some entertainment.���
“I’m sure you are, but do we have a deal?”
“Yes, we do.”
“Okay, but hopefully you actually wait for a fair fight 'cause right now I’m a bit distracted. It won’t be much fun to crush me if I’m not going all out.”
“You are correct. Whatever it is you’re doing should be finished before tomorrow. You have my word that I won’t attack you before then.”
Cassie pursed her lips. “I know I probably shouldn’t trust you, but eh, whatever. I’ll be back here tomorrow and I’ll even have someone else who might be interested in fighting you as well!” Cassie's voice was chipper as she spoke.
Sekon chuckled. “Use whatever you need. I know you will not beat me.” Cassie smiled up at him "But do understand what you are losing when I win."
Her brows furrowed in confusion. “Okay, not sure what that is, but I’ll be thinking about it I guess.” Cassie was about to go past him, when she realized. “Oh, you mean my life!” Sekon seemed at a loss for words. “Yeah, for sure, I’m worried about my life and losing it or whatever.”
Sekon watched her for a bit, as Cassie seemed to be mumbling to herself as she walked off. Sekon watched her for a while longer as she carried on. He couldn’t help the amused feeling he got from her…
Cassie groaned to herself as she walked the streets. “Why the hell am I so stupid? How’d I not know he was talking about ending my life?” She sighed and tried to move on...
Fun Fact: this whole book takes place in this dimension and I liked making Sekon a lot because of the relationship he has with Cassie. Also, Cassie says his name wrong because of two reasons. 1. because she thinks his name should have been Sarkon, and 2. because I kept forgetting which name I actually picked, so instead of taking it out, I simply added it in the story!
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May 12
John 7:37-38 Jesus said, “Let anyone who is thirsty come to me, 38 and…drink.”
Isaiah 66:13 [The Lord says,] “As a mother comforts her child, so I will comfort you; you shall be comforted in Jerusalem.”
Isaiah 57:15 For thus says the high and lofty One--He Who inhabits eternity, Whose name is Holy: I dwell in the high and holy place, but with him also who is of a thoroughly penitent and humble spirit, to revive the spirit of the humble and to revive the heart of the thoroughly penitent [bruised with sorrow for sin].
Romans 11:33 Oh, the depth of the riches both of the wisdom and knowledge of God! How unsearchable are His judgments and His ways past finding out!
Psalm 42:5 Why are you in despair, O my soul? And why have you become disturbed within me? Hope in God, for I shall again praise Him for the help of His presence.
Philippians 2:13 For it is God which worketh in you both to will and to do, of His good pleasure.
May you not turn aside or depart from following the Lord when you find that you have made a mistake or chosen wrongly; rather, turn from the sin, be of good courage and serve the Lord wholeheartedly, worshiping Him without reservation, for He will not reject you since He is pleased to make you His own. 1 Samuel 12
May you be sure to revere the Lord and serve Him faithfully with all your heart, remembering what great things He has done for you and how grandly He has dealt with you. 1 Samuel 12
May you wait on the Lord, though everyone else disperses, for the Lord is never late, though he wait till the last minute to test your heart and let you see your faith. 1 Samuel 13
May you not speak on your own, lest you draw honor to yourself, but may you work for the honor of the One Who sends you, for then you will be a man of truth. John 7
May you not judge superficially, or with partiality, based on mere appearances, but let God show you what lies beneath the surface so you can make a righteous judgment. John 7
You are My portion, My child, given to Me by My Father and received in My heart with joy unspeakable.
I have eagerly prepared, from before the foundations of the earth, all that you will need along the path that I draw you, My precious one, and I have gladly placed abundant supplies for your use at the places you will need them.
There are challenges along the way, My persistent one, and they are yours to choose to overcome; when you make that choice, you will find the resources I have placed right at hand to accomplish the task, meet the need, resist the evil, win the battle, cleanse the temple, sanctify the altar, and prepare for Me a dwelling place. My desire is that you would reflect My heart and accept Me as your portion, as your inheritance.
Rather than an undisturbed eternity of quiet, clean, pure fellowship with each other, We chose to be involved in Creation with all of the noise, chaos, confusion, pain, dirt, and conflict. I came as a servant, humbling Myself, seeking the good of all, dying to make the way open, whether any followed it or not.
Cleanse yourself of pride, for it causes you to struggle against others, and separates you from Me. Trust Me to do what is needed in the hearts of others, and walk in My steps, drawing on My resources as you face these challenges which will test you to the limit, and more, bringing you nearer to Me, in the fellowship of My suffering, for I understand your pain and have sent My Comforter.
Make Me yours, as I have made you Mine.
May your heart be steadfast before God as you sing and make music with all your soul, awakening the dawn as you praise the Lord among the nations and sing of Him among the peoples, for His love is higher than the heavens and His faithfulness reaches to the skies; therefore God is exalted above the heavens and His glory is over all the earth. Psalm 108
May God save you and help you with His right hand so those whom He loves may be delivered. Psalm 108
May God lead you into battle, giving you aid against the enemy, for the help of man is worthless; only with God will you gain the victory as He tramples down your enemies. Psalm 108
May you allow God to heal and anoint your tongue and bring forth gentle, wholesome, peaceable, soothing words which give life to the hearers whose crushed, broken, shattered spirits have been breached by deception, crookedness, perverseness and deviousness. Proverbs 15:4
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Your ™ (aside from faramir obv) is how unhinged you are about denethor AND having the most correct takes abt him🧡. Oh and also oranges maybe
AAAA...THANK YOU ??? THIS KNOCKED ME FLAT like for real i cannot express how much ive been thinking about this ask all day. like i was in the grocery store thinking about it. i cant decide if it's funnier if you've been here since i was 19 and a hater and watched me have my dramatic change of heart in real time or if youre new here and don't know my tragic backstory. TO ME it's hilarious to be assigned denethor girl bc like teenage me is having a heart attack but i bear the badge with pride nevertheless <3333 and thats what we call character growth!
pj had totally got me with the mad-and-vindictive-with-despair denethor gambit for years and years but literally i started working on the faramir goes to rivendell au and thought for about two seconds about how complex both faramir and boromir's relationships with their father are and how the film changes genuinely weaken all of their characters so much and did a total 180 degree turn on a dime. by doing denethor dirty i would automatically be doing faramir dirty and then i started thinking and went hang on a second he is so complex and interesting actually. like i can't emphasize how much that was the exact logic that allowed me to achieve this development.
i mean okay LISTEN TO ME oh my GOD denethor IS a good leader there's a reason why gondor stood so long alone against the enemy and he NEARLY fucking beat SAURON in 30 years worth of head-to-head knock-down-drag-out psychic stalemate warfare and he only falls into despair when he loses both of his sons. you don't need to like him to respect the achievement!
i almost put a read more here but fuck it denethorposting on main. hit j on your keyboard or do a big scroll if youre sick of me LOL
i am very well known for going totally feral over duty vs love dynamics and that is literally what is going on between denethor and his sons. he cannot be their father and their commander at the same time and they are at war!!! being their commander has to win out above all else!!! whether any of them like it or not!!! do you know what ruthlessness means do you understand that duty wins this one.
do u guys understand that denethor and faramir are a father and son who love each other above else and yet do not like each other at all. there was a schism somewhere there along the line and love without bitterness and political sniping and ideological misalignment is a DISTANT MEMORY. No Of Course He Shouldn't Have Said He Wished Faramir And Boromir's Places Exchanged Jesus Christ No Son Should Have To Hear That From Their Father But Girl Sometimes When You're Grieving You Say Stupid Shit That You Shouldn't Have. doesn't mean you should've said it but [pippin voice] we can understand poor denethor a bit better, huh?
its just so interesting to me to think about faramir and denethor's relationship from a standpoint of like. ok listen good stewards that are not good fathers and dutiful sons who will not compromise their moral compasses for love. i don't like you and i agree with approximately 1% of everything you've said ever and your expectations of me have always been unreasonably high even when i was a child but you also are the only person who could ever understand the terrifying psychic powers that just live inside my brain and you are probably the incarnation of lordly dignity and power that i have had and i have wanted to emulate all my life and i still have the instinct to ask for your approval even if i'm going to hate what you're going to say. and when i'm dying i will call out for you. and i don't like you and your moral compass is going to get you and me and everyone in our city killed and you haven't listened to a single thing i've said since you were fourteen and i fucking hate that you're listening to and trusting the fucking wizard over me but you are my best captain and you are everything that i wished i could've been without the war and you'll never understand that that's why i pushed you so hard i just wanted you to live. and if you couldn't live at least we could die together. LISTEN i am a faramir girl until the death you all KNOW THIS BUT THESE TWO THINGS ARE NOT MUTUALLY EXCLUSIVE- [i am forcibly yanked offstage]
#from the inbox#Anonymous#THANK YOU YOU ARE AN ANGEL!!! I LOVE YOU!!!#sorry for how unhinged this answer got ive been drinking#my friday night: totally sober sitting quietly filing my taxes. my saturday night: wine drunk denethor ranting. i am an adult#you: ur brand is being unhinged about this specific topic. me tasked with talking about that topic: sorry for being unhinged. hilarious#idk like oh my god yeah the transgender allegory of 'parent insisting their child is dead while people cry out that they're still living'#fucks crazy. i fucking love that reading. but im tired of the madman-idiot-caricature lack of textually-referenced nuance out here!#bitch king faramir and complex noble lord denethor are actually concepts that are holding hands. To Me.#also YES!!! ORANGES!!! i have an orange tattoo lol i love you i'm glad i exist. there is secret lore but i think if i don't stop talking no#everyone who follows me will explode me with their minds#i am still taking trademark asks if anyone at all has read this far LOL#long post#SORRY AGAIN LMAOOO#denethor anon#denethorposting
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Danganronpa V3 was a virtual reality killing game show, and all of the students had survived. However, despite the game being over, Kokichi seemed to be avoiding his classmates. They couldn't understand why he was acting so strange, as they had all been through the same experience and should have been bonding over it.
One day, they decided to confront him and find out what was going on. They went to his house and found him lying on his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. His eyes looked milky, and his face was expressionless. They asked him what was wrong, but he didn't answer at first. After some prodding, he finally spoke up.
"I only joined the killing game because I thought it would help me see again," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I've been blind since I was five years old, and I thought that if I won the game, I could use the prize money to pay for a surgery that would restore my sight."
The group was shocked. They had never known that Kokichi was blind, and they had never even considered the possibility that he had joined the game for such a personal reason. They realized that they had misjudged him, and that they had been too quick to label him as a liar and a manipulator.
Kokichi went on to explain that he had been so consumed by his desire to win the game and regain his sight that he had lost sight of everything else. He had deceived his classmates, lied to them, and even put their lives in danger, all for the sake of his own selfish goal.
The group listened to him in silence, unsure of what to say. They could understand why he had done what he had done, but they couldn't condone it. They knew that they could never fully trust him again, but they also knew that they didn't want to give up on him.
As they left Kokichi's house, the group made a pact to help him in any way they could. They wanted to show him that he didn't have to go through life alone, that there were people who cared about him and wanted to support him.
Over the next few weeks, they spent more time with Kokichi, getting to know him as a person rather than just a player in a game. They learned about his interests, his fears, and his hopes for the future. They also discovered that he was a talented musician, and they encouraged him to pursue his passion.
As they got closer to Kokichi, they realized that he was not just a liar or a manipulator. He was a complex person with his own struggles and insecurities, and he had done what he had done because he was desperate for a chance to see again.
Eventually, Kokichi opened up to them about his past, about how he had lost his sight in a car accident when he was just a child. He told them about his struggles to adjust to life without sight, and how he had always dreamed of being able to see again.
The group was moved by his story, and they made a promise to help him achieve his dream. They started a fundraising campaign to pay for his surgery, and they used their connections to get him an appointment with one of the best eye surgeons in the world.
As Kokichi went through the surgery and started his recovery, the group rallied around him, supporting him every step
#danganronpa v3#kokichi ouma#ansgt#blind kokichi#kokichi full name is kokichi ouma kamakura komaeda hanata#kokichi angst#fanfic
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Some thoughts about Cyberpunk: Edgerunners
Finally watched Cyberpunk: Edgerunners.
And, not mentioning how good it is and the four (4) tears it got out of me.... While re-listening to its music in an act of sheer emotional masochism, I've stumbled on a bunch of youtube comments that inspired this little text / big ass shitpost.
So, if you're a cave person like me, before you proceed any further:
///SPOILERS FOR CYBERPUNK: EDGERUNNERS///
... not to mention very little of the following will make any sense if haven't watched it already.
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There's actually two and a half separate topics this neon-lit wonder made me want to talk about, but today I'll only give attention to the first 1,5.
There were two types of comments that grabbed my attention - the first being "he sacrificed everything for her".
While it's undoubtedly true, romantic and tragic, they seem to miss an even more tragic aspect to David's final actions - he also sacrificed everything *she* had.
Lucy's dream of visiting the Moon is clearly stated and David certainly clings to this one true thing he understands about her, but as the anime progresses it seems to become only secondary. She doesn't even *do* anything for that Moon, but guess what she *does* things for?..
David.
She sacrifices the well-being and jobs of her friends, her own fragile stability and relative safety, she kills people and risks EVERYTHING for one thing only - to preserve the one personal connection she has in this heartless world, the only person naive and altruistic enough for her to safely trust and rely on. For David.
Being so lonely and so scared of trusting, she barely even admits to herself she cares THAT much.
"My Man, My Moon"
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When Lucy asks Falco to turn back, he says it would mean David have died in vain. Ironically, his very sacrifice has already made all *her* sacrifices, all her efforts, vain.
Yet she concedes. One person's sacrifices rendered vain is better than two, maybe?..
Accepting such a self-sacrifice from your loved one, from the one person you wanted to save and preserve above everything else, is tragic. And probably even harder than the self-sacrifice itself.
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Another type of comment of note - "if only they held back on chrome..."
Any tragic narrative inadvertently elicits "if only..."
It is natural to search for reasons in tragedy, for a lesson that would save you from such a fate - yet sometimes, there just isn't a simple "if only"
While cyberpsychosis is one of, if not the most obvious cause of personal suffering in Edgerunners, it is but a last piece of the domino.
The corporations wouldn't have backed down if Maine or David used less implants.
David, whose absent-minded childhood was shattered along with his sole meaning in life, his mother's dream - wouldn't have become a self-conscious, mature person with a clear understanding of what HE wants in this world, just because of using less implants.
Lucy, groomed to be a sophisticated tool, without a human past or a any human connection, alone and permanently on the run from those who would take away her very personhood - wouldn't have suddenly grown past her trust issues in the cold, bright, apathetic and greedy Night City, just because of David using less implants.
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That is to say, "if only" doesn't lie merely in the chrome. "If only" lies in understanding yourself, in finding people to trust, in not playing games you can never hope to win, in listening to those who ~know~ how this game can screw up people.
"This game" is not merely about cyber-implants - it is the vicious climb "to the top" over corpses of the weak, the idea that you *can* get what you're worth, the hope to achieve a better future above all the violence, poverty and misery if you just try hard enough, be fast enough, smart enough.
But the house always wins, and the only way for a person to win is to stop playing and run for their lives.
But if there's no meaning in your life. No hope for a better future. If you're tired, and empty, and surrounded by pain, and threatened to lose what little you have, and the clock is ticking...
Why run. Why not burn through it all now. Brightly revel in your own self-destruction, saying to yourself that you're doing it *for something*. For a future, for wealth or power, because that's how it is, because you genuinely enjoy it... Or for someone.
The End.
#cyberpunk#cyberpunk edgerunners#edgerunners#cyberpunk spoilers#LordDianaThoughts#let me know if you'd like to see more of this kind of thing
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i got some free time to talk about the last two chapters but I don’t remember them in detail. I usually re read the last one the day before you upload the new one so I remember but I’m blanking a lot bc life has been pretty hectic. I’ll point out the things that stood out in the last chapter and maybe some from the one b4 since I remember lots maybes
namjoon- we are getting so much more closer w him and it makes me so happy. He’s really starting to trust her and the stone he gave her 🥹 i squealed. Honestly y/n goes above and beyond for them cause she literally got him whole trailer back like wtf 😭 I assume this is his first birthday celebration because before during jk’s b day he was confused about the candle thing. And him loving sweets YAS 👏 he’s salty at first but sweet in the inside!
jin- im glad that he was able to share his trauma w y/n I feel so bad for all of them. They were trained all their lives to be abused and used. I hope we get to meet Jin’s friend and that she’s safe. Omg not Jin being shy when he was being praised for his looks when they went out to eat like 🥹 he is such a handsome boi.
yoongi- he’s trying to kill us fr that basket ball scene no like stop actually fr. They just know and understand each other. They literally can get each others signal in a snap 🫰 I assume they must’ve met b4 I just wonder how. He played basket ball near where she went to college so maybe then it went she went out to a bar. No but back to The basketball scene. The moment they win he LOOKED for HER. She RAN into his ARMS that a literal k drama scene right there holy shit. Omg I got so many butterflies cause that’s true loooove. I just cant- that scene was everything I don’t have anymore words periot ☺️
hobi- I think the shifting scene was the one before the recent chapter but I t’embêtes about it. Jin is so cute he loves little scratches it made me go uwu. Hobi and yoongi are such menaces fr omg. Like not them being naked in front of her and yoongi covering her eyes they’re such teased especially hobi. The whistle thing where he was self conscious about it but then she said she would be able to find him in a grocery store as a marker ahhhh 🥹 and then when she whistled at him when he won his race ahhh. He was caught up in his friends hugging him and then heard it from her and was shocked gosh it’s so cute it’s like their little thang. Him being buddy buddy w Alice is sweet but also y/nie is totally jelly fr. Cause her meeting all seven of them was in the making and she was already catching feels before but now that she knows she’s meant to be w all of em. The seeds~ Honestly tho Alice is charming enough and she’s kind where I don’t feel threatened by her but also at the same time I do. Ahhh it’s like not her fault but hobi eyes over HERE please. I’m so interested to see what happends if they Alice and hobi get together. Hobi didn’t want to mark her and really restraint himself and maybe it’s bc if the idea of sharing her w other people or bc he’s scared he’s gonna be abandoned or bc he wants that connect w someone else I dunno.
this is super long so I’m gonna make a separate post for the maknae like bc my phone can’t send it all. I still have the home button… im emotionally attached to it…
AHH HELLO MY LOVE I'VE MISSED YOU!! 🥺💜 I hope school has been going well for you and you've been taking lots of breaks and having some downtime for yourself. I can't wait to talk about the last few chapters (and the new one, later) with you! I'll go member by member like you.
Joonie - Ahhh Joon is warming up so well lately, isn't he? His birthday was a blast to write, and had me squealing the whole time. It has been kind of hard to keep him so grouchy all these chapters considering he's my main bias, but I think for the character development it is well worth it-- I hope you think so too. You're right, Y/N definitely goes all out for the hybrids on their birthday, I wonder if she'll spoil them for Christmas, too? Also, you're right again, that was probably Namjoon's first birthday celebration, maybe that's why he felt like he wanted to give her that moonstone. Adorable!
Seokjinnie - Truly, Jin might be my fave hybrid but also so is Yoongi. He's just a total sweetheart and so whipped for Y/N already. He did not deserve that horrible treatment from the circus, and honestly I hope in the future Y/N and Ben cook up a lawsuit and tear the company to shreds. Jin's friend... well, she'll make her comeback soon, don't you worry! As for him getting shy over Alice calling him handsome, I kind of took that from IRL Seokjin. He often calls himself handsome (as he should!!!) but gets bashful when others confirm this or compliment him themselves. I think it's super endearing! 🥰
Yoongi - No like Yoongi is such a menace bro!!! He's just constantly flirting with Y/N, doting on her, and they just get each other. It's super sweet, and I adore leopard Yoongi with all my heart fr. I've said it before, but they definitely have past life lovers vibes or something adjacent to that.... AH and the basketball scene its definitely a Kdrama scene in the making, I wanna be held like that by Yoongi so bad.... he just wanted to see his girl!! (Also... so hot lmao) 💀
Hoseok - The scene a couple of chapters ago where Seokjin and Hoseok shifted was so much fun to write, seriously. If I were Y/N, I'd want to be snuggling up to the shifted hybrids all day long. (Like, imagine getting to cozy up with friendly bear Tae? PLS) But Hoseok really is such a tease, especially when he didn't even warn Y/N about the fact that he'd be naked in front of her when he'd shift back-- lucky (or maybe unlucky, for some) that Yoongi covered her eyes. The whistle!!! I think he was touched/taken aback when Y/N whistled it back to him at his track meet. He probably never had someone else learn it and repeat it back to him, and it was a special moment to include in the last chapter. As for him and Alice... things will definitely get a little tricky with that as time goes on, and it do not blame Y/N for being jealous at all. Y/N loves Alice, but she certainly wouldn't be thrilled to see her with Hoseok... And when Hoseok scented her, you're right, he was holding back! I think that he likely was hesitant to scent her because he has some abandonment issues that he needs to work through. Y/N will help him for sure!
fdjajkf Loved these comments you had for all the hyungs!! I'll answer everything you've sent in for the maknaes, too, and thank you for sending me love and your wonderful thoughts!! 🩷
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@goreburdened
Carina never got caught- at least not in a long while. Her thieving skills were above average, one would say. She was living a luxurious lifestyle, sleeping in one of those grand penthouse in the casino. And all she had to do was walk a few minutes a day in a crowd, stealing as many wallets as she could.
To be honest, she’d come to the Gran Tesoro to catch a break. A reprieve from the mundane heists and pick pocketing she had been doing from her tenderest age. Still, even with the need for a break, her body and mind craved that thrill, the will-i-get-caught anxiety and the will-i-get-them-all adrenaline. It was like a drug to her.
Having no friends in the world, no family to care for and nothing else to do with her time, she’d set her eyes on the biggest heist of her life. Carina heard the rumor about a grey city-ship where both pirates and marines traveled safely. A place where one could live with abandon if they played their cards right. But more importantly, a place where somewhere close to 20% of the world’s wealth was hidden.
And so, she made her way there, started thieving for fun but also as a way to scope the grounds and understand the dynamics of this place. It didn’t take long for her to realize just who was the mastermind, who were his allies and, most importantly, how she could potentially get closer to the winning prize.
All she had to do, and it was risky, was to get caught. Putting herself in a position where she would owe the man in question, but also trusting that he wouldn’t kill her on the spot. Prove herself useful, or something like that. Her thieving skills would be of no use to him, but she’d noticed the decline in attendance to his shows. Tesoro was definitely an amazing singer and entertainer, but the lack of variety, so to speak, was playing against him.
But, before she could overhaul the whole singing and dancing business, she had to get an audience. Something she couldn’t achieve by just walking to his door and asking him for his time. So, the best way to get his attention? Stealing an important sum from the casino.
She started with a meager 5k, made sure she wasn’t caught on camera. Then came the bigger amounts. 20k here and 40k there. She went at it for a couple of weeks, until she started to notice security giving her sideway glances. That money, she stacked it aside, fully intending to give it back to Tesoro and hoping it would spare her and give her the 30 minutes she needed to use her wily, scheming brain to give her a job.
Finally, she stole 100k, but made an oopsie, and let herself be caught. Unfortunately, they left her rotting in a cold, golden cell, for about 2 days before she was granted an audience with Tesoro. At this point, she was absolutely starving, thirsty, and weakened - but her resolve was just as hard.
She was brought to his office, where two massive security guards sat her in a chair across his desk and held her in place. One man each having a hand on her shoulders.
“Is that really necessary? All these strong men to hold me down...surely I am not that much of a threat, aren’t I, Tesoro-sama?” Maybe it was a bit too casual, but at least with sama, she was sure to show her respect. Hopefully, her wiles and charm would help her wiggle out of this tight situation, as planned.
#goreburdened#( t; carina. )#excited about a thread with you#and tesoro !!!#made the starter hope thats okay!! c:
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Pairing: Simon Basset x reader
Summary: Simon has a question for your father...
Y/F/N is your father’s name
I wrote this as a semi-prequel to another Simon thing I have planned, but you won’t have had to read this to understand it
Also my first Simon x reader fic and the reader isn’t even here 😂😂
“Pardon me, My Lord, The Duke of Hastings is here.” Your father looked up from his newspaper at the butler, furrowing his brow. “Send him in,” he said, folding the paper and setting it aside. Simon entered the drawing room, extending his hand for a handshake. “Lord L/N,” he greeted, and your father nodded. “Your Grace. Y/N is out, I’m afraid.” “That is well, My Lord, I am here to call upon you today.” Your father cocked his head and gestured for your suitor to sit across from him.
Simon did, and your father sat as well. “My Lord, I’ve come here today to ask for your daughter’s hand in marriage.” Your father nodded slowly, folding his hands in his lap. “I see. Tell me, Your Grace, do you love Y/N? My daughter covets a love match above all else.” “I do, sir. I never thought I would find someone like Y/N, but she has stolen my heart, she is in my very soul. I love her more than I ever thought it was possible to love another.” Your father nodded again, rising and pacing to the window.
“I suppose you should like to hear of Y/N’s dowry, then. We have 500 pounds set aside for her, and she and her mother have several linens, embroideries, table runners, na-” “I hate to interrupt, My Lord, but that shall not be necessary.” Your father turned and looked at Simon, confusion on his face. “I beg your pardon?” Simon stood as well, stepping closer. “I will not accept a dowry.”
“You come into my home asking for my daughter’s hand, and you have the gall to deny-” “I shall not accept a dowry because you need not pay me to wed the woman I love,” Simon said, his voice raised to catch your father’s attention. “Frankly, I find the custom rather insulting. Should you grant your blessing, Y/N’s wellbeing would be my responsibility, and I assure you, My Lord, I take said duty with the utmost responsibility.”
Your father nodded once more, his temper soothed by Simon’s words. “It is odd, I will say, but I believe your intentions are true. But tell me, Your Grace, what would you have me do with Y/N’s dowry?” “That is entirely up to you, My Lord. Perhaps place the money in a trust in Y/N’s name? Or disperse it for your other daughters’ dowries?” Your father waved a hand. “No, no. Y/N will be a duchess, her status would win any suitor over. No, the money will go in trust. Can I entrust the funds to you, Your Grace, until you are wed?”
“Of course, My Lord. I shall set it aside in Y/N’s name. But I must ask, you did say ‘Y/N will be a duchess’, did you not?” Your father smiled. “I did indeed, Your Grace. You have my blessing, you may marry my daughter.” A large smile crossed Simon’s face, and he clasped your father’s hand. “Thank you, sir, thank you. I swear, I will honor and love your daughter for all of my days.”
“Please, call me Y/F/N,” he said, crossing to the sideboard and pouring a glass of brandy for he and Simon. “Then you must call me Simon.” Your suitor, soon to be fiance, toasted his glass against your father’s. “When do you plan to ask her?” “At the Lexington Ball next week. The ring is almost finished.” Your father nodded, sipping his drink. “I look forward to welcoming you into our family, Simon.” “As do I, Y/F/N. As do I.”
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