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2tired2study · 3 years

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hi! i’ve recently finished the picture of dorian gray so let’s go over my favorite quotes (in order from the ones that appear in the book first to last)

if they know nothing of victory, they are at least spared the knowledge of defeat

being natural is simply a pose, and the most irritating pose i know

and as for believing things, i can believe anything, provided that it is quite incredible

when our eyes met, i felt that i was growing pale. a curious sensation of terror came over me. i knew that i had come face to face with someone whose mere personality was so fascinating that, if i allowed it to do so, it would absorb my whole nature, my whole soul, my very art itself

he, too, felt that we were destined to know each other

laughter is not at all a bad beginning for a friendship, and it is by far the best ending for one

a man cannot be too careful in the choice of his enemies

i like persons better than principles, and i like persons with no principles better than anything else in the world

every day. i couldn’t be happy if i didn’t see him every day. he is absolutely necessary to me

he is all my art to me now

it is only the intellectually lost who ever argue

and the mind of a thoroughly well-informed man is a dreadful thing

there is no such thing as a good influence, mr gray. all influence is immoral; immoral from the scientific point of view

he becomes an echo of someone else’s music

but the bravest man among us is afraid of himself

nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul

some day, when you are old and wrinkled and ugly, when thought has seared your forehead with its lines, and passion branded your lips with its hideous fires,you will feel it, you will feel it terribly

man is many things, but he is not rational

examinations, sir, are pure humbug from beginning to end. if a man is a gentleman, he knows quite enough, and if he is not a gentleman, whatever he knows is bad for him

behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic

there was something fascinating in this son of love and death

really! and where do bad americans go to when they die?... they go to america

well, the way of paradoxes is the way of truth

all i want now is to look at life. you may come and look at it with me, if you care to

punctuality is the thief of time

it is only the sacred things that are worth touching

when one is in love, one always begins by deceiving ones self, and one always ends by deceiving others

there is always something infinitely mean about other peoples tragedies

how different he was now than the shy frightened boy he had met in basil hallwards studio! his nature had developed like a flower, had borne blossoms of scarlet flame. out of its secret hiding-place had crept his soul, and desire had come to meet it on the way

it is personalities, not principles, that move the age

people are very fond of giving away what they need most themselves

he lives the poetry that he cannot write. the others write the poetry that they dare not realize

human life—that appeared to him the one thing worth investigating

to note the curious hard logic of passion, and the emotional coloured life of the intellect—to observe where they had met, and where they separated, at what point they were in unison, and at what point they were at discord—there was a delight in that! what matter was the cost? one could never pay too high a price for any sensation

with his beautiful face, and his beautiful soul, he was a thing to wonder at. it was no matter how it all ended, or was destined to end. he was like one of those gracious figures in a pageant or a play, whose joys seem to be remote from one, but whose sorrows stir ones sense of beauty, and whose wounds are like red roses

the senses could refine, and the intellect could degrade

all that it really demonstrated was that our future would be the same as our past, and that the sun we had done once, and with loathing, we would do many times, and with joy

it often happened that when we thought we were experimenting on others we were really experimenting on ourselves

the joy of a caged bird was in her voice

she was free in her prison of passion

i love him because he is like what love himself should be.

he was like a common gardener walking with a rose

he had the dislike of being stared at, which comes on geniuses late in life and never leaves the commonplace

to be in love is to surpass ones self

my wonderful lover, my god of graces

i wish i had, for as sure as there is a god in heaven, if he ever does you any wrong, i shall kill him

whenever a man does a thoroughly stupid thing, it is always from the noblest motives

i don’t want to see dorian tied to some vile creature, who might degrade his nature and ruin his intellect

we are not sent into the world to air our moral prejudices

and unselfish people are colourless. they lack individuality

you are much better than you pretend to be

of course, it is sudden—all really delightful things are

he is not like other men. he would never bring misery upon any one. his nature is too fine for that

but i am afraid i cannot claim my theory as my own. it belongs to nature, not to me

no civilized man ever regrets a pleasure, and no uncivilized man ever knows what a pleasure is

there was a gloom over him

he felt that dorian gray would never again be to him all that he had been in the past

any one you love must be marvellous

it is not good for ones morals to see bad acting

there are only two kinds of people who are really fascinating—people who know absolutely everything, and people who know absolutely nothing

you taught me what reality really is

you had made me understand what love really is

you are more to me than all art can ever be

there is always something ridiculous about the emotions of people whom one has ceased to love

a faint echo of his love came back to him

we live in an age when unnecessary things are our only necessities

when we blame ourselves, we feel that no one else has a right to blame us

i cant bear the idea of my soul being hideous

one can always be kind to people about whom one cares nothing

nothing makes one so vain as being told that one is a sinner

it is only shallow people who require years to get rid of an emotion

you were the most unspoiled creature in the whole world

of you wish me never to look at your picture again, i am content. i have always you to look at

from the moment i met you, your personality had the most extraordinary influence over me. i was dominated, soul, brain, and power, by you

i grew jealous of every one to whom you spoke. i wanted to have you all to myself. i was only happy when i was with you

i only knew that i had seen perfection face to face

i grew more and more absorbed in you

you are made to be worshipped

in every pleasure, cruelty has its place

but it was to teach man to concentrate himself upon the moments of life that is itself but a moment

out of the unreal shadows of the night comes back the real life that we had known. we have to resume it where we left off, and there steals over us a terrible sense of the necessity for the continuance of energy in the same wearisome round of stereotyped habits, or a wild longing, it nat be, that our eyelids might open some morning upon a world that had been refashioned anew in the darkness for our pleasure, a world in which things would have fresh shapes and colours, and be changed, or have other secrets, a world in which the past would have little or no place, or survive, at any rate, in no conscious form of obligation or regret, the remembrance of even joy having its bitterness and the memories of pleasure their pain

yet, as had been said of him before, no theory of life seemed to him to be of any importance compared with life itself

he saw that there was no mood of the mind that had not its counterpart

art, like nature, has her monsters

is insincerity such a terrible thing? i think not. it is merely a method by which we can multiply our personalities

and mind you don’t talk about anything serious. nothing is serious nowadays. at least nothing should be

i am tired of myself tonight. i should like to be someone else

sin is a thing that writes itself across a mans face

you forget that we are in the native land of the hypocrite

that is the reason why i want you to be fine. you have not been fine

you have a wonderful influence. let it be for good, not for evil

i wonder do i know you? before i could answer that, i should have to see your soul

my god! don’t tell me that you are bad, and corrupt, and shameful

so you think it is only god who sees the soul, basil? draw that curtain back, and you will see mine

each of us has heaven and hell in him, basil

you are the one man who is able to save me

don’t speak about those days, dorian—they are dead... the dead linger sometimes

lord henry, i am not at all surprised that the world says that you are extremely wicked

life is a great disappointment

i like men who have a future and women who have a past

moderation is a fatal thing. enough is as bad as a meal. more than enough is as good as a feast

you always want to know what one has been doing. i always want to forget what i have been doing

his soul, certainly, was sick to death

he was prisoned in thought. memory, like a horrible malady, was eating his soul away

ones days were too brief to take the burden of another’s errors on ones shoulders

it is a sad truth, but we have lost the faculty of giving lovely names to things

to define is to limit

to be popular one must be a mediocrity

romance lives by repetition, and repetition converts an appetite into an art

i am searching for peace

the appeal to antiquity is fatal to us who are romanticists

sick with a wild terror of dying, and yet indifferent to life itself

horror seemed once more to lay its hand upon his heart

how terrible it was to think that conscience could raise such fearful phantoms

he had a wild adoration for you and that you were the dominant motive of his art

when you and he ceased to be great friends, he ceased to be a great artist

if a man treats life artistically, his brain is his heart

art has a soul, but that man had not

the soul is a terrible reality

to get back my youth i would do anything in the world, except take exercise, get up early, or be respectable

but a chance tone of colour in a room or a morning sky, a particular perfume that you had once loved and that brings subtle memories with it, a line from a forgotten poem that you had come across again, a cadence from a piece of music that you had ceased to play—i tell you, dorian, that it is on things like these that our lives depend

life has been your art

the books that the world calls immoral are books that show the world it’s own shame

the world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold. the curves of your lips rewrite history

it was the living death of his own soul that troubled him

as it had killed the painter, so it would kill the painters work, and all that that meant. it would kill the past, and when that was dead, he would be free

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etcor-archive · 2 years

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Won't you spare me over til another year Well what is this that I can't see With ice cold hands takin' hold of meWell I am death, none can excel I'll open the door to heaven or hell Whoa, death someone would pray Could you wait to call me another dayThe children prayed, the preacher preached Time and mercy is out of your reach I'll fix your feet til you cant walk I'll lock your jaw til you cant talkI'll close your eyes so you can't see This very hour, come and go with me I'm death I come to take the soul Leave the body and leave it coldTo draw up the flesh off of the frame Dirt and worm both have a claim O, Death O, DeathWon't you spare me over til another year My mother came to my bed Placed a cold towel upon my headMy head is warm my feet are cold Death is a-movin upon my soul Oh, death how you're treatin' me You've close my eyes so I can't seeWell you're hurtin' my body You make me cold You run my life right outta my soul Oh death please consider my agePlease don't take me at this stage My wealth is all at your command If you will move your icy hand Oh the young, the rich or poor Hunger like me you know No wealth, no ruin, no silver no gold Nothing satisfies me but your soul O, death O, death Wont you spare me over til another year Wont you spare me over til another year Wont you spare me over til another year @heroparadigm @sasslightertm @etcor

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dindooku · 3 years

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rating: E (swearing)

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You woke to a jolt and the sudden displacement of something beneath you. Before you could catch yourself, you'd fallen harshly to the floor in an agitated heap of confusion and blurred vision.

"Shit, Amy...we have to get up, it's late, we're late--," growled Obi-Wan, who, once you managed to open your eyes to catch onto the commotion soon recognised that he was scrambling around the apartment like a headless chicken. You’d both fallen asleep on the couch from last night, your head resting peacefully on his lap, or at least it was until he’d gotten up so quick he’d thrown you off the sofa in blinded panic. However he was so caught up in whatever he was doing he didn’t even notice you lying grumpily on the floor as he was frantically grabbing things, clothes specifically and chucking them untidily into the duffel bag he'd somehow scraped up in his scurry. But that's not what caught your attention, it was instead the unsavoury choice of words the ever-polite Obi-Wan Kenobi had decided to use. Like Christmas had come early, you jumped at the opportunity to chastise the man.

"Obi-Wan Kenobi! I beg your pardon?" you say in a mock shock voice from the floor of his apartment, making a dramatic gasp as you sit up and prop yourself up on the sofa. You were a terrible actor, and it showed. Nonetheless, you got your point across.

"Oh don't even start my Dear, you have no ground to stand on!" Obi-Wan reprimands, but not bothering to turn and face you, instead focusing his sole attention on packing his wardrobe, as well as a few extra things for you. You'd not had chance to shop or grab any spare clothes since your arrived so his old Padawan robes would have to do. Once you'd made yourself comfy again, you curled up into the corner of the sofa, tucking your hands under your thighs as you watched the man panic. You don't understand what all the fuss is about, it's not like you had anywhere to be.

"What's the rush?" you ask, he really was visibly irritated, it was obviously something important.

"We are late! We are meant to be boarding in 10 minutes, and I haven't even packed, and neither have you! This is most--," Obi-Wan stammers, nearly tripping over his cloak as he hurriedly shucks it on and over his shoulders. He opens the last drawer to the cupboard on the right and pulls out more robes and another cloak and all but chucks them at you. You don't even have time to react before he's commanding you, kneeling down at the foot of the sofa in front of you and unlacing your boots.

"What do you think you're doing?! Not even gonna buy me a drink before--" you say shocked, but this time your reaction isn't fake. What the fuck does he think he's doing?

"Its’s not that, Amy, we have a mission, were heading to Yerbana to quell the separatist disturbance, I haven't got time to explain now--" he says, pausing as he pulls the second boot off and pats your thighs in a way to get you up, again picking up the clothes he had chucked at you and forcing them into your hands, "just please get changed! We have to leave, now." he finishes. You mumble a grunt of displeasure at the sudden wake-up call but do as you’re told, jogging off to your room to quickly get changed and grab your rucksack. You do a quick pass over to make sure you have everything, but then you realise you still haven't been given your guns back from before the hospital. You're not leaving this planet without them, no way in hell. You shout from your room, "Obi!", your new nickname for him muffled by the spare t-shirt you’d packed on Earth being pulled over your head, your fringe falling into your eyes before you have chance to pin it back. You don't have time to fix it right now, so the messy, unkept ponytail will have to do.

"What?" he shouts back, followed by the metal ding of something falling to the floor.

"Where's my guns?" you shout back.

"What?!" he shouts again, you can hear the frustration building in his tone.

"Where. Are. My. Guns?" you punctuate, practically screaming now.

"I, uh, I had to give them to Cody for inspection, they're not standard issue!" he shouts back. He was obviously lying and he was doing a terrible job as well, which only wound you up more.

"Wha--Why?! They're my guns, I need them! Where are they?!" you're dumbfounded. They're your things, he didn't have the right to take them from you - yes they're guns but surely they had seen a pistol or submachine gun before, they could've given them back to you by now. Plus, the temple was practically surrounded by armed guards, and if Obi-Wan got to carry his lightsaber, why couldn’t you carry your guns?

"Why do you need to know?!" He shouts, and you hear his footsteps closing in on your location.

"I need them!" this mans got some right cheek expecting you to leave this planet without any form of protection.

"We can just give you some of ours! Come on and hurry up!" he finishes by knocking impatiently at your door, and the faint tap of his foot tapping against the floor echoes quietly in your room. You cant help the familiar feeling of anger rising in your chest, but you do your best to quell it as you open the door... aggressively, still in the process of shifting your rucksack onto your back. You grit him an angry look before striding out past him and back over to one of his cupboards. Maybe he'd stashed them away somewhere in his apartment? He’s lied before, who’s to say he hasn’t hidden them from you?

Recognising what you're doing, he grabs you by the arm and begins to pull you over to the door. Now, you would've protested like you did the day before, but as soon as that memory of the aftermath hit you, you knew better than that, you'd never react like that again, not after the way he treated you after; he was too kind, too caring for his own good. You swore you wouldn't be cruel to this man; and you couldn't deny, for some reason…this small tiff was exciting you. You were now leaning into his touch, his charge over you was drawing you in. But, you knew better than to get shitty with him so you bit your tongue and thought of a different approach - opting instead just to do the easiest thing and keep quiet; but he was insistent on dragging you away so you had no other choice, "Uh-uh, I am not leaving this planet without my stuff!" you say, beginning to lose your patience and yanking his arm off of yours as you stride over to the other side of the room, checking the other cupboards and looking for any secret compartments.

"The Republic is in danger!" He all but shouts, exasperated, his arms moving wide as he shows his complete agony at your refusal to leave. Time was ticking and he couldn't be late, Obi-Wan Kenobi was never late.

"Your life is in danger if you don't. give. me. my. guns." you sneer, turning aggressively and striding up to him, squaring up just millimetres from his face.

"We have to leave right now! This is for the greater good!" He curts back, grabbing you by both arms and moving in even closer to you to the point if you wanted to, you could head-butt him and he wouldn't be able to react, no-matter what Jedi senses he had.

"Greater good?! Don't give me that bullshit," you snide, but then you notice the smallest of smiles tickle his lips, and that fire in his eyes from yesterday has all but relit, this time a warm and flickering flame. You know you shouldn't wind him up, it only makes things worse, but by God did you just not give a fuck anymore. Fuck it. You cant even have an argument with this man without getting turned on. So screw it, you're gonna embrace these feelings even though you know you shouldn't; for the moment, the reward outweighs the benefit - you're in a different fucking galaxy for Christ's sake, anything is possible. Grow a pair and just say it.

"I am the greatest good you're ever gonna get, Master Kenobi" you snarl, but in a smirky, flirtatious way. Two can play this game Mr. Kenobi; if you're gonna flirt with me, I'm gonna flirt with you.

Game on.

Kenobi stammers, but he doesn't move away like you expected him to, instead he is just still. He doesn't even risk breathing and you wonder if you have broken some sort of programming chip or if Obi-Wan.exe has actually stopped working. After a hot minute, his grip on your arms tightens, and before you know whats going on, the room spins around you - everything a blur. And then thud, shit, you're trapped against the wall. What is going on--

He's kissing you.

Okay you definitely were not expecting this reaction. However you don't protest, it's futile, you want this man and he wants you; and with the little space he has allowed for you to move...you lean into it, pouring everything into this kiss in an effort to cleanse your guilty conscience. You shouldn't be indulging in this, you hardly knew him...but why did it feel so right? Why did it feel like his lips were carved exclusively for you, like his desperation was only cured by the intimate presence of your skin to his? You could question it all you liked, but you knew you were meant to do this. You felt a cool and icy shiver rack your body, only for it to be chased away by a searing heat that ignited your senses and threw you into the deep end of arousal. You were hot, but not in reaction to temperature, but hot and drunk on his heat, his incessant movements and pressure, his greatest efforts to get more of you, his need to make you understand how you make him feel. So you return the favour, moving your jaw in unison with his, your minds and souls binding and moving like forbidden clockwork. It felt so fucking good, he felt good, everything in this moment felt good. His soft lips were a juxtaposition to his actions, he was rough, aggressive - completely contrasting to his usual gentle nature.

This was needy, possessive. He needed you, and you needed him.

Eventually you both had to break away for air, and it was then you realised that his hands had moved from your arms and were now either side of your head, gripping tightly to your hair like he was afraid you'd slip away if he let go. But you would never go, not after that; not after feeling what you felt. The thought of leaving his side now panged your chest, and you felt this unwritten connection to his soul - it was nothing you've ever felt before, something you don't want to feel again with anyone but him.

"I--I'm sorry, I shouldn't ha--," he rasps, and his eyes widen with panic as he realises exactly what he's just done. His body had gone into autopilot and he just couldn't resist the temptation to just show you exactly what those words made him feel. He'd only known you briefly for a day or so, but he already knew you spoke the truth - you were the greatest good he was ever going to get, and he could not let you think otherwise; he'd be a fool to make the same mistakes as before, especially when he felt this strongly about you. It was forbidden, the Jedi Order would not condone his feelings; but the pain he has felt time and time again is not an option anymore. He is going to take your advice and serve himself, to be selfish just this once. The Force had brought you two together for a reason. He couldn't deny the feeling the felt the moment his lips touched yours; an incredible heat burned his body from the inside out but was immediately extinguished by a glorious cooling surge of ice that calmed his nerves and sent him falling into the ever deepening pit of lust. It was like you were made for each-other, perfectly complimenting the others differences and calming the raging storms that twisted and turned within both your souls, pooling and mixing into something you could both share, a united feeling that was exclusive to just you and him.

"Shut up--" you moan, leaning in to kiss him once again, this time throwing your arms around his neck to bring his body to yours. You needed to be close, to be his.

That was it. His last tether of resolve singed away and the ice from before swept him into a frenzy. He grabbed you again, and like before, the intimate feeling of your souls blending blinded his arousal and shot shooting pains though his chest.

'ting-ting-ting-ting'

“What's--that," you breathe out between kisses, hoping you're just hearing things. Yet you aren't, and Obi-Wan reluctantly pulls away and turns away from you. He knows exactly who that is. How was he going to get himself out of this one?

"Anakin"

"Obi--Master. Are you okay? You're late...and you look flushed, are you ill?" Anakin inquires, the blue holo-projection of his head moving closer to inspect Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan hastily turned away from you, doing his best to get you out of the frame - he could hide his emotions, you could not, and by the way your hair was strewn in wild directions here, there and everywhere, it'd be quite obvious why he was late.

"No, no, I'm fine, I--My alarm didn't go off and so I woke up late, Amy has just finished getting ready and were on our way down now," Obi-Wan blurts out. He was a great negotiator, yes - but Anakin knew his Master like no one and he soon caught onto Obi-Wan's poor attempt at lying.

"Master...," Anakin pauses, and you notice him clearly eyeing up Obi-Wan in speculation. You silently prayed he would not catch on; you had a bad feeling Anakin was someone who would not let you forget something like this, and you hoped not for your sake but for Obi-Wan's that he'd drop the act soon enough, "Sure Master...sure. Get down here, we're leaving in 10." Anakin smirks before cutting the transmission - not allowing Obi-Wan to protest.

"Shit" Obi-Wan swears.

"Language" you remind him, giggling as he turns and gives you the evils. But it doesn't last long, and he soon joins you until you're both in a fit of laughter. Surely if it felt this good it was the right thing to do?

"Come on, we don't have long, let's get down there before they suspect anything else, come," Obi-Wan finishes, hitting the panel on the door and grabbing his duffel bag on the way out as you follow him into the hallways and to the hanger.

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As far as awkward conversations go, this just about takes the cake.

You were stood in the ships war room, alone with Obi-Wan and Anakin. The silence was deafening, and you couldn't ask Obi-wan for help because he was just as guilty as you. You were both to be punished it seems, but you'd always argue it was worth it.

"So...let's address the bantha in the room" Anakin starts off strong - you freeze. You're pretty sure your heart just dropped out your chest, or you wished it would because it would be less painful than having to sit through this conversation. Obi-Wan however is as cool as ice, and you suppose this is why he has the rank of General and is one of the most decorated Jedi in the Order...or so Anakin tells you; either way he is the epitome of calm and he brushes Anakin's comment off like an insignificant breeze with a roll of his shoulders.

"And what's that, Anakin?" Obi-Wan interrogates. He's feeling risky today - you have to admit, the guys got balls. If attachment is forbidden, he really is running a fine line, maybe the general isn't as much of a straight arrow as you thought - everyone loves an adrenaline rush...

Anakin eyes the both of you for a hot minute. His attention leaves Obi-Wan and zones in on you. He knows you're the weakest link here, or that is what he thinks anyway. Come on Amy, get your shit together, you were in the SAS for fucks sake!

"Yes, Anakin?" you snap back at him before he has a chance to interrogate you too. You broaden your shoulders and take a step towards him, moving past Obi-Wan and standing protectively in front of him. Inside you were screaming, but on the outside, you were as hard as Beskar. Nothing was going to move you, you were a force that couldn't be reckoned with. Anakin was quiet, but he caught your body language and strode towards you, crossing his arms across his chest and looking down at you - his own attempt at intimidation. But it was no use, you'd faced worse people, warlords and mass murderers. Anakin was easy game.

"Nothing." He hums, but it soon turns into a smirk. He eyes you, hard, like he's somehow seeing past your barriers and not at you, but through you; like he was reading your mind. It was weird, and an odd tingle scratched at the back of your head. On impulse you reached back and scratched it, but it wouldn't rid the dull ache that was quickly forming. The only way you could describe it was like someone was knocking on your head from the inside. Obi-Wan noticed your confusion and stepped in, curbing a situation before it starts.

"Anakin you know better than that, don't." Obi-Wan warns, chastising the younger man for his behaviour. You didn't know what was going on but figured it was some weird space wizard shit so you just kept to yourself. Even if they were to explain it, you were sure you wouldn't understand anyway. You just wanted to hear the mission debrief, get your guns back and find your cabin. Obi-Wan had mentioned you using a data pad on the walk to the ship as a means to pass the time - but you had a feeling you wouldn't be doing much reading considering you were about to become a motherfucking Astronaut. This was something you hadn't told Obi-Wan - you were originally an academic. You accepted an offer to study Astrophysics at Oxford - your dream literally coming true. It was all you ever wanted, to learn and study the stars, the moons and planets - endless, infinite lands and places of opportunity, discovery.

Space mesmerized you.

It always had. It was something you and your Dad we're always interested in. You supposed your curiosities stemmed from his own fascination with life outside of the little rock you inhabited, and those principles were drilled into your soul from the moment you were born. The sheer mass of concept for Space was incomprehensible to the human mind, and you always found yourself wondering what it was like beyond what you could see, what was yours to understand. The theory of reality is what caught your attention, what really drew you in. You figured out from an early age that things only exist because they're ours, because our eyes have laid upon them; like discovering a continent for the first time, or finding a new star in the sky; our cognition on reality changes every-time a new one is discovered. But reality doesn't define truth. Reality is a concept moulded by the human mind, it's programmed into us, allowing us to function in our reality; and to us, that is all that matters, that our truth is our reality. To us, humans on Earth, life means something - an organism that is living; but that's our concept of reality on life. Other creatures may have other definitions and criteria for life, and that's why when Obi-Wan attempted to explain the Force and its intelligence, the fact that it binds and interwinds with everything within the Galaxy, your interest surged. The infinite possibilities of your conscience instantly evolved beyond control and now you were incapable of grasping any form of relativity because your basis for understanding, your core concepts of life, your own reality had shifted - and like gravity, your connection to life as you knew it had all but been manipulated into something new, a different mass of knowledge, a different belief.

A new reality.

But you don't get much time to contemplate as the doors to the war room open and a few soldiers walk in. You turn around to face them and stand at attention - this was a habit that wasn't going to break anytime soon.

“Cody, Rex - this is Amy. She’ll be joining us to Yerbana,” Obi-Wan introduced you. The two soldiers nodded their heads in acknowledgement.

“Yes, we've heard of you, the troops are eager to meet you, say - you were a solder before you found yourself here?” Rex asks, removing his helmet along with Cody and resting it under his arm.

“Yes, I was a Commanding Officer in the SAS... Which is like intelligence and reconnaissance. We were best of the best.” you reply. You weren't one for self-praise but you also weren't lying - the SAS was one of the top, if not the best armed intelligence organisation on Earth, and you were proud to be considered an essential part.

“Ah, perfect. We have the mission detail here, we are eager to hear your opinion on our strategy, General Kenobi told us that was one of your specialities?” Cody returned. This calmed you a little, A - because you'd be doing something familiar, something you were naturally gifted at, organising battle-plans and stealth routes; and B - because Obi-Wan had spoken highly of you to the Troops. It was a small gesture but heartwarming all the same.

“Sure, let's have a look, ” you assert, slipping into your commander mindset instantly.

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The plan was a solid one, you had to give them that - although the only grievance you had was Anakin's obsession with running head-first into danger. You'd said time and time again that there was a time and a place for blunt aggression, but he was just not having any of it. He insisted his team, the 501st was to go for a full-on frontal assault. Your frustration with his incompetence and disregard for your opinion was frustrating beyond belief. Every time someone brought up a new idea, he'd just butt in and demand he knew best. Over an hour had passed and you'd had enough.

‘Skywalker, how am I going to get it past that thick skull of yours that running headfirst into a firefight we are blatantly outnumbered against is not only a stupid idea but a selfish one at that?” you let out, gripping the sides of the war table until your knuckles had turned white. You didn't need to look up to know the face he and everyone else in the room was pulling. The room was silent, no-one even dared to breathe. You had been calm throughout the whole instigation, choosing only brief moments to speak and provide your input. But he was just driving you up the wall. No one said anything so you continued.

“I have faced countless war zones, seen death more times than I would like to ever admit, as I am sure you have as well. Yet you seem so complacent with your tactics? Use that brain of yours and see the bigger picture, hmm? If we run headfirst into this, block A and C will be overrun within minutes, and no amount of Jedi fuckery is going to save you from that; so drop the hero antics and listen. If the 212th drop at B, and you drop at D, we can counter from both sides whilst I send my crew in through C and infiltrate from inside; disabling the electronics, lights and defensive cannons. This will buy you both a distraction and we can work from the inside out, as well as allowing aircraft artillery to attend if things go south. If their attention is initially drawn to my team, their backs will practically be turned to you and then you can swing that glitter stick of yours to your hearts content, ok? Just... for the love of Christ have some patience” you finish, breathing heavily now that you’d managed to get your plan out in the open.

No one dared to say a thing, and you were now regretting your informal choice of words and chastising. You weren’t even part of the Army here and you were inciting orders. But, before you could backtrack, Anakin interjected.

“You’re right,” Anakin mumbled, followed by a brief huff of frustration, “I just want to get this over with…either way we still have the weeks long travel there and back, we have plenty of time to plan. Let’s pick this up tomorrow.” he finished, and you don’t even get time to reply before he is strutting out of the room in a sulk.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan follows. You don’t see the cautionary glance he gives you, but knows better than to let his former Padawan stroll off alone with his emotions. He could practically feel the anger in swathes. You were with Rex and Cody, they’d look after you - so Obi-Wan shuffled after Anakin and out into the hallway.

You still haven’t bothered looking up from the table and your shoulders tense when the heavy doors swing back shut at Anakin’s angered exit. You close your eyes and take a deep breathe, counting down from ten like you always did back home when someone would aggravate you. It was a good tactic and always seemed to work. You get to three before you're interrupted.

“Don’t take it personally, he's always like that. He'll come around soon enough.” Rex says, walking over and standing next to you at the table. You take a deep breathe and centre yourself, letting your frustrations flow away and just leaving it, it’s not worth the agro. You turn to face Rex.

“Thanks, I apologise for my tone, I should know better than to talk like that.” You admit, looking down at your feet and awkwardly meddling with the loose string you’d picked on the inside of your shirt. Rex didn’t say anything and you thought you were being dismissed as he walked away. You closed your eyes again and took another deep breath. You’d been out of line and let Anakin’s frustrations fuel your own - you knew better than this. You thought of finding Anakin’s quarters and apologising personally, that would be the grown up thing to do. You open your eyes and turn to leave but you’re stopped in your tracks by Cody handing you a large black crate.

“Whats this, Cody?” You ask, taking the crate from him and placing it down on a near table.

“Your guns, we have a few questions if you don’t mind?” Cody confers, and you follow him over to the table Rex had decided to sit at, placing the crate onto the middle of the table. You sat down opposite the two troopers, not bothering to hide the excited grin that prickled your lips.

“Sure, what can I do to help?” You say, turning your attention from the odd crate to the two solders.

“What are they, your guns? We can’t seem to figure it out…?” Cody admits, placing his helmet on the floor as he reaches over and begins to open the crate. Your guns come into view, your few possessions of your life from home. Your heart jumps at the realisation Obi-Wan hadn’t been lying, and then a pang of embarrassment tugs your heart as you remember how you spoke to him, thinking he was purposefully hiding them from you. They were just genuinely curious, and you internally curse yourself for being so bigoted.

“Well, they’re just regular guns, two Glocks and a M14EBR assault rifle. They’re standard in the military, or at least where I’m from. Why? Have you never seen a gun, I mean you guys are constantly carrying them around!” You don’t even bother trying to hide your confusion, maybe you’d hit your head when you fell off the sofa this morning? But either way, any opportunity to talk equipment guiltily made your mouth drool.

You had an odd relationship with guns. Often people would argue that they caused death and pain and where unnecessary, and you agreed with them, which seems hypocritical at first. Except for the fact that your viewpoint wasn’t typical of a solider. You would love a world where guns did not exist, you hated their concept of design for murder, but at the same time, you knew that you wished for impossible things, and unfortunately the reality was just as painful; sick, twisted people who got their hands on guns often did sick twisted things with them, often to innocent people, and with how guns are designed you had to fight fire with fire. You permitted your use of firearms only in defence and for the protection of others who could not help themselves. It was a difficult parabellum you struggled to grasp at first, but after facing fight after fight, the conflict faded and you saw the truth.

Humans could be terrible, terrible beings, and some have access to power they should not be trusted with. Unfortunately, there comes a time for hard choices, permanent choices, and someone has to be the messenger. Using guns didn’t make you bad, it was what you were using them for which made you a bad person. You convinced yourself that if you only used them in protective means for those who did not have the same choices as you, you would help them in any way you could, even if it meant defiling your moral privilege to do so. Over time, you’d become fond of your equipment and the experiences you’d witnessed using them, with them. It was odd, but you held a deep-rooted and embracing connection to your possessions. They were just guns, but they had saved your life and countless others, but also taken many too. You couldn’t really describe the sentimental love-hate relationship, but they were some of your last remaining reminders of your previous life, and you’d unhealthily cling to them, even though you know you shouldn’t.

“Ours shoot plasma, yours shoot…metal?” Cody informs, but they seem to be just as confused as you.

“Yes…they shoot bullets…don’t tell me you’ve never seen it before? A bullet?” You chuckle in disbelief.

“No, we can’t say we have… how does it work?” Rex asks again. And the three of you spend the next few hours discussing the differences between your experiences. You told them everything about the SAS and how it operated, what missions you’d done and all things in-between. Talking to people of your same nature, who weren’t bound by weird wizard rules but served a power and their brothers, were loyal and part of a bigger family. It was homely, and before long you felt yourself opening up more than you would have expected to. Eventually the conversation landed on your crew:

9’s - he was quiet, never said much. He was called 9’s because he only had 9 fingers. You laughed when you told them about how he’d lost it on his first SAS mission. You’d been on a stakeout in Siberia for intel and in his sleep it had gotten bitten off by a pack of wolves you all had to fight off. It was terrifying at the time but you all look back at in and laugh now.

Screw - “funny bloke” is all you could describe him. The nickname came from the clear understanding that the moment you met him, you knew he had a screw loose. He was bonkers yet fearless, and he carried your team through the darkest, most dangerous moments. The man had nothing to loose, and that was terrifying but tactful.

Sleeves - this was quiet self explanatory. Sleeves hated…well, sleeves. Every item of clothing he had couldn’t have sleeves - new tunics were always massacred into tank tops. You all knew it was because he liked to show off his tattoos, but he’d always argue it was because he was hot. You’d all call him out on his bullshit but you loved him all the same.

Frankie - his name wasn’t actually Frankie but the moment you found out he had American parents and his favourite food was hotdogs (frankfurters in particular) it was settled, no if’s or but’s. Frankie was sensible, too wise for his age but he still acted like a child sometimes, and you’d always put him in his place.

Cap - he was the adult of the group. He was sensible, smart and level headed; and acted way too old for his age. But, he was a necessary balance to the group and never swore, and after chastising you on a mission when your language took a particularly sour (British) path he took the name Cap after you’d called him Cap’n ‘Murica as joke, and it stuck.

505 - this guy had an obsession with the Arctic Monkeys, and during your first week together he’d sing the song ‘505’ on repeat until you forcibly choked him, forcing him to tap out and stop - only for five minutes until he started again. You had to admit he had an incredible taste in music, and you often found yourself sat next to him on long trips sharing an EarPod.

Rex and Cody went on to explain the members of their battalions, and you knew instantly that you’d get along. Time had flown between the three of you and before you knew it it was nearing the afternoon. Over time a few of the other troopers had filled into the room, and before you knew it, there was a good 15 or so troopers gathered around the table. You all exchanged wild stories, and many laughed at the way you described a few funny moments - in particular the Siberian wolf incident. It felt so homely to be back with troopers again, people of your own ilk. What did un-nerve you however was the fact that they all looked the same, and it freaked you out even more when they told you they were clones. The shock was obvious and they couldn’t believe you hadn’t mastered cloning on Earth, and it became obvious just how primal your technological understanding truly was. They couldn’t believe it when you’d said you’d only travelled to one moon, and they were even more shocked to find this was your first time in space-flight. Flying through space at light speed seemed so normal to them, except for you it was your wildest dream coming true. But you’d have plenty of time to live in it as you remembered Anakin saying you had a weeks long travel, there and back. Perfect.

“So, you gonna show is how to use these guns or what?” Cody joked.

“Sure, you got a gun range or something?” You asked, standing up from your seat and picking up your guns. Fives had asked earlier if you needed anything and you said your rucksack as it contained your thigh holsters for your Glocks, as well as your combat knives and other equipment. He had soon returned and once you stood, you started attaching the various bits and pieces so you could carry everything on your person.

“Yeah,” Wolffe said, then turning to command the troops, “lets all head over, cmon, follow us,” he finished. You’d finished getting yourself ready and holstered your guns before following them out to the gun range.

_______

Evening must have been approaching because you were beginning to feel the appetising pull of sleep. The troopers had taken you to the mess hall where you could grab some grub before kicking the bucket for the night. You hadn’t seen Obi-Wan all day, and you had been too busy to even think of him, let alone spend any time with him. But, as you took the last bite of your evening meal, your mind drifted to the kiss from before. The voices of the troopers blurred out and you found yourself recalling the moments in slow motion.

His lips pressed to yours, seeking comfort and getting only wild emotion in return. He’d said attachment is forbidden, yet he acted with such surity and meaningfulness, it made you question his standpoint on the ‘Jedi Code’ he so rigorously followed.

You’d never felt anything like that before - the connection you felt to him was lingering and it felt like it hadn’t left. An odd energy tugged at you; you could feel it in your chest, and if you centred yourself and took a moment to feel your emotions you could feel a new, foreign body faintly connected to you. You closed your eyes and tried to focus in on the odd presence, and after a few moments of deep breathing and relaxing, you found yourself in a separate state you had never been in before. Even though your eyes were closed you still felt like you could see, but you didn’t have to move - your eyes were not the stimulus, no - it was your feelings instead; and at the distant corner of your consciousness, a faint, lavender thread attached itself to you. You absentmindedly followed the tether until you found yourself approaching a chasm of light, a deep cerulean blue that circled like a whirlpool in front of you. Yet this wasn’t aggressive or angry like it should be - whirlpools were meant to be dangerous, but this one was different. It was calm and controlled, centred, its energy emanated out from its centre, not from inside - the light it emitted glowing cooly against the stark black backdrop of your consciousness. You felt an immeasurable attraction to it, and you wanted to reach out. But you stopped yourself out of fear for disturbing it - it was so peaceful and sentient, you should be happy enough to just look at it, to be in its presence.

Thats when you chanced a look at yourself, and you were astonished to find you were glowing red, a hot fire of golden hues. But your light wasn’t emanating from you, instead you were drawing the light into you, sucking at the energy that surrounded you. It was odd, how you contrasted the cloud of blues before you. Everything seemed so nice in this moment, perfect. But it didn’t last long. Before you could stop it, you were reaching out and grasping the blue light, and like how your energy seemed to pull in towards itself, you began pulling and tearing at the peaceful presence before you. You were draining them. The colour began to mix and blend between you, and you panicked. You instantly pulled back and out of your relaxed trance, opening your eyes with a sudden gasp for air.

The Troopers looked at you weirdly, and it took you a second to collect your thoughts and realise your surroundings.

“Are you okay?” Jesse asked, placing a hand on you shoulder from across the table.

“Yeah, yeah I’m good, I—I need to get some sleep. Do any of you know where Obi—General Kenobi is?” You asked, scratching at your face with the lower half of your palms, trying to make sense of what you’d just seen, or felt.

“No… but I’ll call him, give me a moment” Cody said as he pulled out the communicator. You didn’t listen into the conversation, you couldn’t if you tried. You were so distant, and you were drained. Trying to focus that hard had obviously taken its toll on you and you needed to sit down and piece it all together away from prying eyes. A few minutes passed and soon you were brought back into thinking by the warm presence of Obi-Wan. You stood to get up and greet him but were shocked to find the hallway empty. Thats odd, you could have sworn you felt him— and then he came round the corner. You’d felt his presence before he even got into the room…

“Amy,” Obi-Wan said as he stood before you.

“General,” You reply, dumbfounded at your crazy revelation. You must be tired because you’re beginning to imagine things now, “Care to show me where I will be sleeping?” You finish.

“Sure, follow me. Cody, Rex,” Obi-Wan politely acknowledged before placing a hand on your shoulders and leading you out of the mess hall.

You followed Obi-Wan to the quarters of the ship, but were surprised when you found yourself in quarters that looked suspiciously like they were his - his woollen cloak was draped over a chair and his lightsaber sat proudly on the small coffee table in the middle of the room. He closed the door behind him before guiding you to the sofa where you’d both sit. However before he sat, he’d stuck the kettle on and grabbed a blanket, carefully draping it over you before he finished preparing the two cups of tea he’d placed out.

“Obi-Wan,” You start, yawning before taking a sip of the teacup he passes to you as he sits down next to you on the sofa, kicking his feet out and crossing them.

“Yes?” He asks, but he doesn’t look at you. Instead, he reaches for the odd looking tablet from the table in front of you both and opens it up, his attention drawn to whatever he was beginning to scroll through. He seemed so comfortable in your presence, so natural. He never seemed this relaxed with others - always having a weird guard up that prevented anyone from seeing past the war-hardened General that stood before them. You’d only known each other for a few days now and already it felt like you had known him all your life - this unwritten connection fusing you both together in ways neither of you wanted to acknowledge for the moment. You, because your feelings were moving incredibly fast and you had to be mindful of your situation; you can never trust anyone. Those you have trusted have only ever hurt you and you fear that if you let these feelings harbour in the way they’re un-shamefully manifesting like they are, the moment Kenobi breaks your trust like you know he will, you don’t know if you will be able to hold it together this time. You knew the Jedi order condemned any form of attachment as they lead to dangerous feelings, and now you could start to see their sense. The kiss this morning was dangerous - it restrained your mind from forming coherent thoughts over anything but the kiss.

You needed to acknowledge it but you didn’t want to sour the sweet memory. The risk of Kenobi’s regret of his actions made you nervously sweat.

He’d noticed your hesitance and decided to break the ice for you.

“I apologise for this morning, it was not…” He stammers. And your worst fears are confirmed. He did regret it. He didn’t feel the same as you. And for a second time you feel the heartburning wrench at you feelings. Except this time you knew it was coming. It would have been too good to be true, a man of Kenobi’s stature admitting such strong, unrestrained feelings towards you was not to be condoned. However the painful question burned whether he could not, or would not.

Instead of acting brash and childishly, you sat in silence, letting yourself stew in your own self pity - the only physical sign of your turmoil was the white knuckling grip you had on the tea-cup you were grasping in front of you. He continues, although this is something he would come to regret, “It was unprofessional and I must apologise.” He finishes.

The grip on the cup doesn’t falter, and now your emotions turn to a bitter ice. You’re so wrapped up in his incredibly bad choice of words that you don’t notice the warm tea within the pot freeze almost instantly, the faint cracks of ice under pressure jolting the tension within the room.

“Unprofessional?” You say, the calm tone of your voice deceiving…deceiving enough to convince Obi -Wan that you were in fact taking this a lot better than he thought you would be. He didn’t want to cut you off, but he knew he had to. He’d told himself that he would grant himself that moment, this secret. But his meditation earlier today sent him down a different path and the strict code he had practically worshipped since initial autonomy as a child gripped him in a vicious vice and centred him on this authoritarian path of (what now felt like) emptiness. And now he truly did feel like a vessel to the force, a catalyst for a greater purpose. But he knew the pain of dismissing his feelings for you now would be less painful than months and years down the line. He had to cut this connection now before he could not resist the temptations of your comfort any longer.

“Yes, I apologise for my lapse of judgement,” he muttered, not bothering to place the tablet down on the table. He figured if he played it off as casual you wouldn’t react, that if he let on to his feelings you’d somehow convince him he was wrong. He hoped you’d see it as casual, and that your feelings were not as undeniable as his.

He was wrong. Tragically so.

“Lapse of judgement?” You repeat. This time the tone of your voice isn’t calm, and instead is broken mid sentence by the painful waver of your true emotions. This causes Obi-Wan to stop scrolling and slowly peer a look to you, one that he now knew to be bad, very bad.

You closed your eyes and took a deep, shaky breath - your grasp on your hurt only just holding on. The violet tether from before was now lit at both ends like a stick of dynamite, indicating the limited amount of time you had until the grip on your control would surely explode. You had to get away before you did something you’d regret. After all, his unprofessional actions were all but a singing your heartstrings - he didn’t want to feel for you, he felt like you were a mistake, maybe you were. This whole situation was a mistake, and now for the first time; you wish you never let your curiosity guide you. You stupid, stupid girl.

Without saying anything you put the tea down onto the coffee table before you, still not noticing how you’d frozen it into a solid block. You get up, placing the blanket Obi-Wan had placed over you onto the sofa and walk towards the door. You had no words. None. You had to have some space to process everything - if you were to spend a week on the same ship as this man you had to calm down before you cut the journey short - for everyone. That didn’t guarantee you wouldn’t shoot him the moment you landed.

“Where are you going?” Obi-Wan asks, following you up out of the sofa and towards the door. This was not his plan at all, how could he have messed up so bad?

“Away from you.” You reply emptily - no bitterness, anger or frustration. Just empty. He did not deserve your pity. He played you, let out his uncontrollable lust on you and now played it off as if it was nothing, that it was a mistake. No, you would not entertain this sorry state of a man who claims for fight for peace when all he wreaks is havoc on your heart.

“Did I say something wrong?” Obi-Wan insists. The both of you are now stood at the door, your hand hovering over the button but not pressing it - Obi-Wan keeping his distance, not making the same mistake as last time.

You can’t hold the sadistic chuckle that leaves your throat.

“No, General, you said nothing wrong.” And with that you pressed the button and left the room.

He knew better than to follow.

After all, this is what he wanted.

Wasn’t it?

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détester- l.dh

characters; slytherin! haechan x gryffindor! reader ft. gryffindor! mark (its just a given at this point) and slytherin! jisung

summary; enemies to lovers, you and donghyuck had always just hated eachother. you dont know when it started, or why it started but it was starting to get annoying.

an; i WILL finish my hogwarts series tonight we only have chenle left but now we have more fluff than actual crack because simon says is playing

congratulations you have reached gryffindor level you lucky prick

only the finest gryffindor

you are the embodiment of courage, literally if there was a ditch and someone fell down while everyone was too scared to help them, youd dive in before they could even say ‘dumbledore’

and you just so happen to be the younger sister of mark lee

the infamous mark lee,, that is

lucky prick part 2

but one thing made you seem not so lucky

your sworn enemy, lee donghyuck

or haechan as he liked to be called because apparently all evil villains needed a fake name

thats what you said anyway, he just liked the name haechan for its meaning

but he was also the emodiment of a slytherin, ambitious, cunning, resourceful and he was a pretty damn good leader

hence him being the captain of the quidditch team (no we are not going down the jisung route)

you didnt actually know when you started hating him, in your first year he had just decided to tie your poor, poor cat like a pig for roasting (he was in his second year already)

mr snuggles was traumatized

after that day it was small things to annoy you

like when he put hair dye in your conditioner bottle, resulting in your hair turning out a seafoam green colour

which you actually didnt mind so the joke was really on him, you pulled that shit off

or when he put spiders in your school shoes

that was unpleasant

and he also put a cockroach in your pocket, scaring your poor best friend who was terrified of the creatures

jisung was shaking, he hates cockroaches

to this day you still didnt know why he was a slytherin, but you guessed it was because he was a pureblood, very ambitious and resourceful but not so scary

but today was no exception

you walked towards the gryffindor table, robe billowing behind you as if you were walking in a movie

you were a lee sibling, you were both good at literally everything and deserved all the praise on earth

you fucking go girl, i stan

jisung sat at your table, the gryffindors appeared not to mind, especially as he was actually super nice

"y/n haechan told me to give you this"

ah there it was

the small hufflepuff girl handed you the letter before scurrying off back to her table

"y/n im scared"

jisung was already frightened of what that letter would hold

and you were a good friend, who knew no good would come from that letter

so you shoved it in your pocket, letting it crumple up before turning back to your breakfast

rip donghyuck

that was a fat L for our boy

he just wanted your attention

at first at least, he just wanted to be noticed by you so he pulled the cat stunt, making sure he didn’t actually harm the creature because he is still a decent human being and the grey furry animal did nothing to him

but now he had taken things too far

and he realised that after the stunt he pulled which resulted in you

yes, you, the brave, courageous gryffindor, crying

yeah he fucked up

he casted an illusion spell that infiltrated your sleep, creating nightmares with your deepest fears

and he regretted that

prank gone wrong *nearly killed her* (not clickbait)

you were still pissed at him for that

but that letter in your pocket was no ordinary letter

it was a confession letter, because he; yes him, the infamous slytherin, was too scared to talk to you about it in person

yet you literally just crushed his heart

which he kinda deserved to be fair

but jisung sent you a grateful smile and you went back to your conversation of which cereal brand was better

the answer is obviously lucky charms or frosted shreddies pengers mate

so our baby slytherin needed to find another way to get his feelings across because he was failing

and brother mark was: not happy

mark was a friend of haechan but despite his complaints every goddamn time that he needed to stop his stupid jokes that weren’t actually jokes, he didnt listen

maybe he shouldve listened

mark knows best

apart from jenos fic, mark was a real bitch but this is mark 2.0

mark really doesnt know best

anyways moving on

its time for innovative hyuck™️

so its back to the drawing room, sitting next to yuta (his head boy) to discuss the next plan of action

cutie yuta felt that haechan opening up to him about his feelings was the biggest achievement during his time at hogwarts

so right, the next plan

it was to leave flowers on your bed and then when you turned around to see who put them there (hypothetically) he would be there and he could make his outstanding apology

but of course, this isnt some fanfiction where everything goes right

who do you take me for?

so later that day he gathered his flowers, tying them in a cute dark green ribbon

staying with the slytherin theme

and he put them on your bed

they were some seriously nice flowers

you noticed them as soon as you walked in and your heart swelled

unfortunately that wasnt the only thing that swelled

you were allergic to pollen, and your eyes had puffed up slightly, itching a little and you had some sniffles

that was another L for hyuck

and he ran, he fucking booked it out of his little hiding spot back to his common room aka the dungeon

"YUTA I FAILED"

"how the fuck do you fail giving someone flowers hyuck?"

"shes fucking allergic"

so you never found out who gave you flowers

but

but you did keep them, despite your obvious physical irritation to them

they were pretty :(((

so you pressed them into a random notebook you found, because seriously you couldnt just chuck them out

unfortunately for hyuck, he was not so slick to mark who narrowed his eyes on the boy

he knew something was up

what kind of torture device was flowers ?? this was too soft

and so he found out that the same boy who had been making your life a little

how should i say

s p i c y

had a fat crush on you and was just a pouty baby who wanted your love and attention

cute

mark didnt know whether to support this?? like ?? he knew that underneath your front of disliking the long legged boy, you had some feelings, maybe small but they were there

you wouldve called it fondness

because

i promise youre not a sadist or masochist

but you would see him in class

he was very focused and had a beautiful smile

and laugh

he may come across a little... stand offish and arrogant at first but hes actually a kind soul

from how he made a mess in the grand hall but when he thought everyone was gone, he stayed behind to help clean it, having fun conversations with the staff (elves? who tf cleans the great hall??)

that goddamn melodious laughter constantly ringing in your head

shawtys like a melody in my head

but moving on

you noticed the pranks he pull decreased

and that was because he was spending time with yuta and mark, planning the perfect, foolproof (unfortunately not jeno this time) way to confess

and he sent you small smiles ?? what ??

this is so unlike the hyuck you knew

like he did a 180

i did a full 180 baby crazy

i said this was gonna be less crackish but when regular comes on and you hear jaehyuns queso line you cant not feel qUirKy

(bbq- bb—s mY DIAMONDS I DONT NEED NO LIGHT TO SHINE- jungwoo)

okay so the next plan

you loved quidditch too, mainly because your brother was the captain for the gryffindor team

so the plan was for you to attend the slytherin v gryffindor match and

mark somewhat willingly agreed to have a friendly match so that hyuck could show off his skills

this was an awful plan

because it was raining the day of the match

so you and jisung huddled together for warmth, shivering as you watched the match

and hyuck couldnt feel worse, he felt like you were now going to be sick because of him

damn, you really couldnt catch a break

the groan of pure frustration yuta let out was amusing at least

he was just as invested in this as haechan at this point

like he was germinating a seed??? he was fathering this relationship

so with another L, haechan felt super super bad

and this baby cooked for you

he got his best friend jaemin to teach him how to make chicken soup

because you were actually not a herbivore

(thats the category i put vegans and vegetarians in)

omnivore tings

so he carried his little pot of soup, his fingers kind of burning as it was piping hot

he legit walked right past a suffering jisung in the slytherin dorm, the pot of soup still in hand not even sparing a thought about taking pity on the poor kid and giving him some

so he walked to your dorm, being let in by mark who was being big bro™️ and looking after your sick ass

you looked dead

pale skin, eyes closed, lips tinted blue, your body was shivering but you felt fucking boiling

peak peak times

but haechan still thought you looked gorgeous

mark vacated the dorms, leaving to his lessons so hyuck could look after you

this wasnt a plan ?? but hyuck rolled with it

setting his lil pot down he sat in a seat next to you, staring at your asleep awake form with closed eyes

his eyes held so much love and adoration for you, you really are lucky

he took off his robe, just sitting there in his shirt, trousers and green tie and watching you sleep

you were actually awake, just vibing and breathing to stay alive

and he had a lot on his chest

"i know ive been a massive prick to you and im really sorry. i know you’re asleep right now but im too much of a coward to say this to your face. i really only just wanted your attention because i seem to have feelings for you and i am sincerely sorry for going about it the wrong way"

your ears were {}

wide open

boy were you listening and taking this all in

oh shit

realizashun xx

so you fluttered your eyes open gently, watching his face morph into an expression of pure terror from his previous one of literal love

*whipping noise*

"youre awake!" he squeaked out, eyes darting around the room to look at anything but you

which you couldnt help but smile at

shifting to the side in your bed slightly, you lifted the covers, lazily patting the now open space

"c’mere"

your voice was kind of croaky and hoarse

that made hyuck feel guilty

baby it wasn’t your fault

but he complied, kicking off his leather school shoes and sliding besides you, staying as far away from you as possible

not to offend you, his heart was just going a million miles a second and there was no way you wouldn’t be able to hear it

this boy was like blushy sausage face part 2

arrogant hyuck has left the chat

you pouted seeing him shuffle away from you, shuffling to move yourself closer instead

power move, he either had to cuddle with you or fall off the bed

"can we just forget what i said earlier?"

that made you frown

the fuck?

hell no

"hyuck wait-"

"no dont bring it up its embarrassing"

whiny baby is back

"hyuck i-"

"nope nope nope nope"

"LET ME SPEAK FOR FUCKS SAKE"

he had no choice but to listen

your voice sounded strained already and he didnt want to make you feel worse

"i have feelings for you too you big baby"

double take

you what now?

haechans mouth just kinda froze open

so you shut his jaw gently

cant let him get jaw ache

"wait what?"

his soul has returned

he felt elated, completely happy, dare i say like he was high on a drug and said drug was not THC it was your TLC (LMAO GET IT IM PROUD OF THAT)

and so thats how mark returned to your dorm room to see you and hyuck cuddled in your bed, your head laying on his chest as his chin rested on your head, nuzzling into your hair (which was still half seafoam green might i add)

hyuck wasnt awake to celebrate, so yumark had their own small celebration, counting this as their success

you only found out he had put the flowers on your bed about two months after you started dating

a month after that you read the letter he gave you

#nct #nct dream #mark #mark lee #jisung #jisung park #nct hogwarts au #no eun this time 😔#fucking finally this one took longer than an hour to write #haechan #donghyuck #hyuck #gryffindor reader

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witchcraft-in-wonderland · 4 years

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Cori's Tale (Pt.2)

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We sat there for a few minutes, I exchanged stories with Patton about the surface world. His expression of sadness and anger at the notion of the other children sending us down the mountain as sacrifices was one I wouldn't soon forget. I learned a lot about him, to, he had a cat allergy, he took care of six children before I got here. That last line stopped me in my tracks.

"What. . . Happened to the other kids?" I asked, Patton's face seemed to fall.

"They. . . Left. . . That's all you need to know for now, dont dwell on it ok kiddo?" Patton rested a hand on my shoulder for a few seconds before getting up.

"I think we should head off now, yeah?" He said, holding a hand out. I merely nodded and accepted it. I walked with Patton into a narrow hallway. On one end was a sign, on the other a lever and pressure plates. Patton stepped a pattern on them, his hooves clicking against the stone, before flipping the lever. A door opened and he walked through it. I chose to read the sign before following.

"Only the fearless may enter here, brave ones, foolish ones, both walk not the middle road," I read aloud before crossing. The words bounced in my head for a bit, fading to the background as my attention turned back to Patton.

"This next puzzle you can do on your own, I've labelled all the levers for you," he said, I watched him cross a few bridges to the end of the room, the second doorway was blocked off by a set of spikes on the floor.

I walked over to the first lever, light blue words were scrawled on the walls next to it, telling me this was the right one. This repeated with about two more levers before I heard a clicking sound and noticed the spikes behind Patton retreating into the ground.

"This next puzzle is dangerous, take my hand," Patton said, holding it out. I took it, not paying attention to much until I realized what we were walking on. Rows, and rows, of sharp, silver, spikes. The spikes seemed to retreat under Patton's hooves, I found this matter interesting.

"Now, as you go through the ruins, you may encounter monsters, and they may try to attack you, I want you to know you should just talk to them and I will come to resolve the conflict," Patton smiled and gestured to a dummy at the center of the room. I walked up to it and noticed the heart that had been established as my SOUL appear in front of me again. I saw something behind the eyes of the dummy, something I couldnt quite place.

"Hi, I'm Cori, she/her and they/them pronouns, what's your name?" I said, not really expecting the dummy to respond. The mysterious aspect of its eyes seemed to evaporate, my SOUL retreated back into my chest, I looked to Patton for guidance, but he merely smiled and clapped in approval.

"Now, follow me kiddo," he said, walking to another room. We'd nearly gotten there when a small frog-like creature appeared in front of me. A barrage of flies aimed straight for my SOUL, I narrowly managed to avoid them by spinning out of the way.

My mind seemed insolent on two options, threaten, or compliment. I was never very accomplished at threats, so instead I decided to compliment the symbol scrawled on its chest. The frog began to blush, it was seconds away from preparing its next attack when Patton stepped out onto the scene. With a glare that could freeze even the toughest child in their tracks, he shooed away the frog creature.

"You did wonderful kiddo," he said, smiling as he lead me to a much longer corridor.

"This test is going to be very difficult, I am going to leave you alone, and you're going to have to walk to the end of the hall, do you think you can do it?" He said. I nodded, I'd been on my own plenty of times before this.

I watched him disappear down the hall and began walking myself, I'd almost reached the door when I felt a hand on my shoulder once again.

"Its alright kiddo, I didnt really leave, but this was a very important test of your independence, I need to make sure you can be alone, I have to handle something," he said. He dropped what looked like one of the old phones the guardians back at the community talked about used to have.

"I will call you periodically to make sure you're alright," Patton walked away from me and I stood there.

He did, in fact, call several times before his phone was stolen by a dog. After about twelve calls I decided it might be best to venture out on my own, after all, I already knew how to talk to and spare the monsters. I packed my art supplies and sketchbook back into my bag and set off.

The ruins were relatively calm, with only the occasional froggit or molsmal to interrupt my walking, though my complimenting and flirtation skills were advanced enough that I could pass them easily. The first real problem presented itself in the form of a ghost, laying on the floor and sulking. It was a sort of faded purple color, and it seemed to be pretending to sleep.

I elected to nudge it slightly with my foot, resulting in a retaliation from the ghost.

"Oh. . . Oh no. . . They noticed. . ." Lavender, as the words appearing above the ghost called it, seemed rather upset.

"I'm sorry- I just needed to get past, I've got somewhere to be," I said.

Tears rained down from the ghosts face, I held my hands up to block them, but they seemed to float back upwards, changing shape the closer they got to my outstretched palms.

"I really didnt mean to frighten you, you seem rather nice," the ghost seemed surprised by this statement.

"I want to show you something," she said. I merely nodded and watched as she cried, her tears floating up and beginning to form what looked like a flower-crown on her head.

"Woah- I wish I could do that," the ghost retreated out of battle.

"I met someone today. . . And they were actually really nice. . . Wow," the ghost disappeared without another word, needless to say it was a uh- different experience, but I didnt mind it. I kept walking on, solving puzzles as I passed them, fighting all manner of strange monsters. I left some money in a web of spiders, each seemed to be wearing their own small hoodie, I decided to write a note complimenting them on it, hoping they would find it sweet. I put the donut they gave me in a ziploc bag of other food items I'd collected, hoping that would keep it from messing up my backpack.

I finally managed to reach what looked like a small house, out of which Patton walked, phone in hand before he noticed me.

"Oh my goodness gracious how long was I gone! Come here kiddo- I'll heal you," he said, trapping me in one of the biggest bear hugs I'd ever experienced. I felt a calm wash over me. Patton let go and guided me into the house.

"The pie isnt cool just yet, but I'll let you know when it is, feel free to explore," said Patton. I, however, had had enough of exploring that day, and decided that I would rather draw at the table.

I began to get tired later in the day, and elected to go to bed. I woke up later in the night with the smell of pie filling my nostrils. I merely set it in another ziploc in my bag before going back to bed.

I wasnt sure how long I was in the ruins before I began to feel homesick, but soon enough I'd plucked up the courage to ask Patton about leaving.

"Stay here kiddo, I need to handle something," I watched as Patton disappeared around the corner before following him. We walked all the way down the stairs before he stopped at an archway, turning to me.

"This is the exit to the ruins. . . I am going to destroy it. . ." He said.

"I have seen five children pass through these doors, and never return, one who didnt even make it through the ruins themselves, I cannot let it happen again," I was frozen, processing the words to slowly to interrupt.

"If you cross, they, Logan, will kill you," Patton said, something about the way he said Logan's name resonated with me. He sounded distraught, as though he were talking about someone personal to him.

"But you cant keep me here forever, it's not right," I said. This seemed to breach the silence.

"You are right. . . You would just be unhappy here. . . Very well. . . Prove yourself to me, and I will let you go," this time, two hearts appeared. My own ever-changing one, and an upside-down white one on Patton's side.

I barely had time to comment before facing a barrage of fire and flames. I narrowly managed to dodge it, holding my hands out as a barrier.

I wanted to talk to him, but I couldnt seem to find the right words.

The fire kept coming, I held my hands out, envisioning it in my head as changing shapes, which it soon obeyed. I watched as the fire molded itself to the images in my head. Soon enough the spitting image of Patton was in front of me, made of fire, before it split off into separate whispers of smoke. I could see the surprised expression on Patton's face as he watched.

Soon enough his attacks became less calculated, almost as if he was actively avoiding hitting me.

Finally it was over, Patton sighed, defeated.

"I am so sorry kiddo. . . You're right. . . You would just be unhappy, my expectations, my loneliness, my fear, I will put them all aside, for you," he said. He opened his arms for a hug, which I embraced in full. As he let go I could see the tears making their way down his face. I watched him leave, turning his head slightly and giving me a small nod.

Then it was just me and the door. As I walked through, I was met with a long corridor. At the end if it, a familiar orange face.

"Well done! You spared the life if one innocent person!" Said the tree.

"What do you want with me." I growled under my breath.

"I am the prince of this worlds future, but do not worry, my plan isnt regicide, this is so much more interesting,"

I stomped my foot into the ground "What. Do you want. From me." I repeated.

"You interest me, human, sparing even those who would kill you without hesitation, but what will you do if you meet a relentless killer? Will you kill out of frustration? Or will you continue to die, because you would rather rely on magic than murder," the tree seemed to disappear abruptly, leaving me alone with the words echoing in my head.

I continued down the path, and was met with an overwhelming sense of cold at the end.

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screechingtrashcalzonewombat · 4 years

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"Apopalictic Astral Asending" Reavaluate disassociate my self worth...

The galaxies have birthed an uncontrollable being ....

I've feel as tho Ive seen myself split in two ..

Witch side do u wanna see if ur lucky I'll let you choose .

Cause in the end I loose..

One of hate one of love could both be from up above..

Or down below ...

I've began to show signs of delusions as half my mind goes an tells me it's only mild confusion. As my body fights my brain an heart to escape theys terrible illusions.

Yet the other half tries to start a fusion of body an mind an all the suddently my thoughts are no longer mine..

But a evil so Divine that its wound it's way threw time itself I've fealt the damage the energy dealt. I've yelped in anquish an pain been stuck for 7 long years in the rain with nothing to gain .. I can barely fathom to explain im not fully on earth I'm on another astral plane but i fear i flew out of my lane I've gone insane never wanted fame Ever fealt like bat man I mean oops Bruce Wayne. Nah fuck hes spoiled a wet rat infact I'm more like hulk duck when I'm near i wearly see I'm drowning inside my mind but no one can hear my dear I fear I've lost control again but cant compute I've been booted out of the system I've clawed hit an kicked to try to get to the top but i outta of known I've been ripped an thrown from my throne ive been shown what this beast can do but who woulda thought a demon bought my soul ..a jackal a goul.....you'll see me shift into numbness I suposse it was my own dumbness for being to open now cause of me my body an mind are broken an stole. as I weep an shutter an i try to speak but only stutter I found myself weak in defeat ....as ik this demon reaching its peak will plunder an pillage the town I've found I'm bound to this beast nowhere to run not north south or east I can run it will feast on my soul until the end of time ..

For diamonds cannot compare to the rarity of a soul nor a bowl of Ruby's an jems rolled in gold .....

A bold statement you say........

.. theres no ray of light here they stole it away buried it in your mind but how can u define being locked trapped in yourself ...

You've dealt your own fate ...

Wanting ansers u dint deserve ..

Did you like your just dessert's...no?

Dose it hurt ..... After you itll kill children's childhood freinds like bernie & eart ....whent bizzirk an bashed there brains makeing bloody rains

curking on everyone with cutlery forks an knifes* slice *cook big bird with chives after I've shanked him 900 times... 100 more woulda been devine serve him drink to dry alone cooked an ripped him to the bone but not quite alone u may not be home inside but u can still watch...I thought I taught u better than to close ur eyes dont beg or look surprised look away an I'll adopt another stray to do the same a slow sweet death cure's my hunger anyway

.the wines innocents blood bitter sweet to the taste of the tounge

no one thought it capable I seemed...looked ...so young..

They dint know it had just begun it wasn't me but the evil half committing crime with glee an fleeing repetavidly revealingly images to my mind of times & crimes so sickening I thought I'd die forever scetched seered into my mind .binded with no power as one towers over you using your power you cowar for how dose one define the disasbalment of there an every defined mind while ur inner demon dines on flesh making a mess of your vessel you cant even wrestle your way to the light to stay only break down in defeat that your so far away you've became an internal mess cant even stand on ur feet the beast has u chained in defeat u cry an apologize looking for answers as of how to stop.....an then...you hear a voice .." you outta stayed silent instead of talk back. U shouldn't of complained do u still think ur life used to be pain...... . Ur a sack of shit ur wit is less than that of an ant not to rant but I'm not done yet I have ur soul now I'm never letting go no no no I have plenty more so much to show many souls to reap an emotions to subdue after all u said yes.....

...did you forget ur the one who started this.

mess ......you dressed your mind with fantasy an fiction word to the wise never mess with other worldly friction an your itching for a way out but I doubt ull get there before the end of time .after all you had a devil an an angel on ur shoulder an you chose wrong this time. Only took 666 times but I'm patient an always waiting for 6 years hating an burning flesh waiting for a prayer a call after all Lucifer was once an angel an the most beautiful you just dint get to see from what angle he had beauty wrath an determination but u humans resulted in his isolation incarsorason. So now we will end up being humanity's enialation when were done there entire selves with evaporate for the demons have released self hate to pro create creatures in confidence we annihilate the fate of the human race at least the trace slight like us able to bust threw dementions so weve mentioned a start to find the inordinary soul an heart ......humanity was doomed from the start.. you stole our purpose our reason to be......humans sit in sin an glee.

Your humanitys Pride is overbearing never genuinely caring ..

Greed is sweeping the nation its reached ever state an it's got a hot heaping plate of corruption for mankind's consumption greed is grotesque in its steps of the darkest quest to corupt ur mind an want. .want..want until that's all you are is wanting more

Lusting over losely draped garments you've tarnished ur soul .

Envy of what you do not posses but for all you know that information an life would make you a mess but ud still test ur envious tendencies.....

Glutton glutton what have you gained it's not knowledge no for it's to plain rather glutton uve found a urge that wont go away....

Wrath an vengeance blood draw too no one stops till some dies him or you....

Sloth last but not least cant forget you cause uuuh wait what that fuck do u do....you sleep an sulk sit slither out of simple tasks an that's why ur not 1st no ur last like humanity just ask ....

So soon the day will draw near the the number 4 is what you should fear our dear old freinds were sending up for a visit so they can reddit ur fate for each a horse an a trait the first out the door with bow in hand riding a white horse with bow in hand

Conquest the start of the final test leading the restthere dark version of light on a white stallion he leads the way an soon will follow hades anyway.

War was next on a red steed he rode prepared to purge an quench new blood for the wars an battels would just begin brother against brother an close of kin witch to win?

Famine foe of all on a black horse with the courses hair so fair merely bone but dont let his appearance fool you hes for he is full devouring your greed taking away everything you want or need an now ur rationed to nearly starvation stretching farther than destination world wide sensation...

Pleage reaper of souls slowly apears steadly trotting riding a very sickly steed looking pale an almost gruesome green with sores an sickness best keep a distance. For he shall be the bringer of death an reap you all one by one to the four you shall fall...

Will you be spared are you true....

Are you happy with your life what did you do...?

Rapture no you still must die.....

Say good by to this earthy chapter theres so much more that manifest after.

But only your earthly husk must rust an fall your all energy of grate mass....

It's time to take the task of self evolvment an enjoy an enlightened installment

this world was just step wrench ur third eye wide open an accept the token of eternal life.

Grinded it to atoms a flash of dust all together ur a self fulfilling must memory pass u in a rush.....

. sudently ur bodysuit is gone ....

But it dint felt like it quite belonged.

You were 7 grams of light matter to be exact an sudently you've cracked the atmosphere ..steering energetic waves my metal psyche caves to the new information flying threw stars consolations.

Suddently speeding at the sound of light the stratosphere seems to disapear ..

My fear is gonewithout a trace an freedom transferred in its place

but am waved in infatuation to find out about out true destination...

Restoration of the soul the goal of a higher self being achieved as I crash into the sun 1500°

I feel a warmth like no other each being hues of light I might of missed earth if not I heard a voice but a mental push no need for speech just thinking it shall be done said by the the brightest in the sun.

Rejoice at last but ur journeys yet to pass ..

This is merely were you start ....

Our flames grew high with frantic waves not wanting to give up the new life we were just gave

Suddenly our flames grew dim as we felt a swirling deep from withn sudently the surface of the sun turned to tin an bent in a cracked an caved with itself our time an space sending us ascending in alignment the same assignment.

Because the sun has begun to change ina twisted way a black hole some could say.

As all of our astral beings were ripped an tore apart at the seams we all merged an formed one all knowing creative being an sudently everything I've know has little matter I'm past a point of human chatter i understand infinity the holy trinity I down in the milky way an experienced every life I've relived it twice I've spliced my genetics into over 2000 million beings I've seen good an bad in between experienced every tragedy to build my strength an studyd every thesis an theory thread an chain nearly drove my vessel insane even took knifes threw my veins in anger yet it failed I was just a trailer.ive seen love hate an anger

Comprehension compasing many others I have love an understanding past many beings there anger seems to brush by me cause I'm with 2000 souls an minds that have formed one to reach a state I can medidate in the milky way an force your negative away .

Our astral self has accumulated complete power an understanding by costuming to our full potential our old body's merely a rental.

Gentle at first then bursted into power showered in knowledge I know now much that I wondered before but now I want more an I've thought till I an 2000 shared beings head hurt cause my girth of knowledge will now never be enough it's tough cause now I must find .... how to ascend again but for now i must defend my vast mind defind crime ...?

Keeping 2000 vast voices locked away so I can focus an try to learn anyway leaning in to vast places is I the 1st 2nd or 3rd or other many plains I cant quiet place I'm traveling threw them all searching for everything I couldn't before .

This life isent like the countless other this life I like it has interesting teathers

I've surpass Angel's an there feathers an vison of a hawk.

I've surpass demonds and there demonic temping talk ..

I've walked on water as I was ripped apart an I felt my self rebuilt every cell of my being got hit with rods of power lightning not even myself can fight me god like abilities the universe as built in me theres ben a spiritual shift a tilt in me somthing generations of DNA sprawled out in a numerical display my old life experiences is the price I pay so that I can be god even if only for a day

I think I'll sit an think somewere in the outter spink of the universe I've cursed myself with knowledge an now I'm aware step into my astral space....

If you dare...

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slut-for-fandoms · 5 years

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Paint me yours (kth x reader) PART 1

Pairings: Artist!Taehyung x reader

Genre: smut, fluff, angst (in the following chapters)

Summary: You are an art college student who struggles with finances. Until one day, on an exhibition of the arising artist Kim Taehyung, when the same boy offers you a job as his model. Would it be just a simple job or would it complicate your life in ways you have never thought it would?

Warnings: none in this one (perhaps my bad writing and lots of mistakes?)

A/N: So here is the first chapter. I really don’t know what to think about it as i haven’t written anything in more than a year (so sorry guys but now I am back, yey) I really do hope you like it and please let me know what you think and whether you would like to be tagged in the series ♥ Enjoy

Euphoria. Excitement. Happiness. Exaltation. A complete symphony of colors and emotions. Blue, purple, violet, azure - blended in such a way that glues you to the masterpiece. At places it seems unfinished, raw, as though the creator has been in a hurry. But at the same time it is so detailed that you wonder how long it took him to create it. It represents a woman, or to be more precise, a young girl. Long hair composed with ochre, amber, honey and a hint of gold, covers half of her pale face. Her lips are the perfect combination of red, cheery, wine and auburn. An orderly chaos of colors.

While everything seems just as raw painting, the most capturing features are the eyes. They are so detailed and express the condition of the girl. The sparks that make her look tangible grabs you on a roller coaster of thoughts and feelings and somehow makes you even experience the same state. I move to the next painting.

Sadness. Affliction. Pain. Torment. The contrast between the used shades is much deeper. Pale yet dark. The more I look at it, the more it captivates me. All of the creations I saw were beyond amazing, complete masterpieces but this one… This one is different. One look and I got this strange feeling in my guts when we anticipate something bad, something that might hurt us.

The background is composed of dark shades, while the girl is sculpted of the pale range of colors. Again, the most detailed parts are the eyes. You get the feeling as if a soul was trapped inside the drawn girl that shows how much she suffers. The more you contemplate, the more you assume that the darkness around her represents the cruel world, while the bright yet shaded colors shows how fragile and broken she is. Is it from the world? What destroyed her? Who made her look like a shattered vase which parts are no longer going to form its beautiful shape?

Holding my glass of champagne I took some steps back and sat on the settee opposite the painting. Thanks god it wasn’t that low as they use to be in other galleries. I crossed my legs which caused the hem of my black dress to roll up slightly. As an art student, I tend to visit many exhibitions in order to get inspiration, gain knowledge of the new and unorthodox styles and improve mine. I can’t say I am complaining as we are given free access to any kind of such events. This is beyond amazing as now I am contemplating the art of one of the rising artists – Kim Taehyung. Honestly, I have never seen him but the critics consider him the new Van Gogh and now I understand why.

When I came I was so uneven about it, all the people here were rich and classy and I, a broken student with a cheap dress borrowed from her friend, had no place here. Everything was out of my league and I felt like garbage disfiguring this place.

“You seem really immersed into the picture.”, someone chucked, bringing me out of my thoughts. I looked up and saw man in golden suit and two glasses of champagne in his hands. His smile was so bright, genuine, that it made me blush slightly, “May I?”, he titled his head towards the settee as if asking if it was free.

“Ye- yeah, of course”, I stuttered and put a lock of fallen hair behind my ear.

His smile grew bigger and he took the free seat next to me.

“Here.”, he gave me one of the glasses. I looked up at him confused, “I saw that you have already finished yours so…”, I looked at my glass which was empty. I might have stayed there for a way longer time that I have thought. I left the glass on the floor next to the settee.

“Thank you.”, I gave him a smile, although inside I was feeling embarrassed, “Very fond of you.”, I said after taking the offered glass.

“Well, I just wouldn’t have forgiven myself if I have left such a beautiful lady sitting here by her side. The champagne was just an excuse to approach you.”, I bit my lip and tried to hide myself due to the blush that crept on my face.

“You are even more appealing when blushing.”, okay, I have never believed I could become so red but here I am.

“Please, stop.”, I stuttered through the smile that just grew bigger on my face.

“Why?”, he tilted his head and asked me with that sweet smirk still placed on his face, his eyes never leaving my figure, “you don’t like honest people?”, as a response I chuckled and tried to gain my dignity and look at him. Why was I such a blushing mess around this… stranger…a handsome stranger?

“It is just that you are the first one to approach me this evening.”, a slight feeling of sadness made my stomach turn as I recall the events, pardon, the lack of them from this night. I started playing with my hands as something as pity overwhelmed me.

“Well-”, his deep baritone voice made me look at him. This time he was facing the painting in front of us which gave me the opportunity to survey him. Soft pink lips, sweet roundy nose, medium long light eyelashes. Skin in the color of bronze and a golden suit that make him look like a god. Aristocratic hands with long fingers, adorned with rings. The way he is holding the glass gives you the thoughts that a prince is sitting oppose you, “It is their lose.”, he states after locking his eyes with mine. And then I’m completely lost. They are just like the sad girls’ in the paintings – full of emotions. I see the same spark that leads directly to his soul. It captivates you. There is love, care, tenderness that make my heart skips a beat. But also you can spot something wild and intriguing. An abyss of feelings kept locked deep inside.

He took a sip of his champagne which caught my attention and made me break the eye contact. How could such a simple action as drinking makes me wanna grab the brushes and paint this gorgeous creature on the canvas?

“I can’t say I am complaining of that.”, I followed his movements and took a taste of my drink, “They seem like they are here only for talking. All of them are just chit-chatting and just at times spare a glance at the paintings. It – It just looks like a gathering of the rich and bitchy class.”, suddenly he burst into laughing. Oh that sound… It was like a soft melody for my years I could listen to all day. It was so infectious and addicting.

“What?”, I asked confused but with a smile plastered on my face.

“I couldn’t have said it more correctly. I’ve met everybody in the gallery and yet you are the only one contemplating the works.”

“Isn’t that what we are supposed to do on an exhibition? But apart from that, these paintings, these masterpieces…”, I took a breath like looking at the sad girl opposite me, “they are captivating. There is life in them, there is soul. Undoubtedly the artist is one of the best I’ve ever come across. Many have the ability to draw, few have the talent to create a masterpiece, something that makes you stop and think. And these here, they indeed convey more than a hundred words.”

“And where do you think that comes from?”, he asks me in that deep voice of his. I turn my attention back on him to see the man already looking at me with a stern expression showing nothing.

“The ability to make a painting live?”, he nodded his head in agreement, “Pain.”

“Pain?”

“Pain. It is always the pain. Why do you think the greatest artists are those who have suffered the most? Sadness, sorrow, ache, agony… they are different than the other feelings. When something good happens to you, you are happy for a short moment. Usually those moments tends to be forgotten way easier than the moments that our soul was in pain. It is just that the affliction we bottle inside us ruins us in the end. The knots in our stomach, the suffocating feeling in our chest… they are tormenting us and we all need a way to express them somehow, to try to get them out of us. And the answer is always the art. It doesn’t matter whether it would be with a brush or a pen in our hands, if we are going to compose a poem, song or just draw something. We just want the pain away. For its tight fist around our hearts to weaken, for its dark thoughts to leave us at peace at night, for the tears to stop rolling down and choke us.”, I paused in order to take a sip of my champagne, feeling his eyes following my movements, “That is one of the reasons why I like this one so much.”, I continued pointing at the work before us, “It look as if not only the model had been sad, but also the artist.”, when I turned around he had a sad smile on his face. For a moment I saw the abyss – full of sorrow and regret, pain and affliction.

“You can’t be more right.”, and once again, as he looked up, the door to his soul closed with that stern expression, “That is why I don’t know whether I like this work or not.”

“It recalls a bad event?”

“It recalls the day I painted her.”

My eyes were so wide that surely they were going to pop out of my head. I opened my mouth, then close it, then opened it again. I was so shocked that I could say nothing.

“I still remember how heartbroken she was.”

“You- you are the artist?”, my voice raised an octave higher and I cursed myself.

“Surprised?”, he asked smiling at my shocked expression.

“You just caught me off guard.”

And then the rest of the night kind of slips my mind. I don’t really know how long we’d been talking through various topics. Whatever felt like hours had only been half an hour once I saw the watch on my hand.

“Unfortunately, as a host, I need to make a speech. It was nice to meet you -”

“(Y/N)!”, answering I took his hand as he helped me get up from the settee.

“(Y/N).”, he said tasting my name and I could not miss the way his tongue rolled and the deep voice that sent shivers down my spine, “A beautiful name for a way more gorgeous girl.”

“Why are you trying to make my blush so hard?”, I asked trying to hide my face.

“I don’t know. I just like it.”, he shrugged with a smile, “Can I ask you something, (Y/N)?”, is it just me or he just lowered his voice on purpose while saying my name.

“O-Of course.”, out of nervousness I started playing with my own hands which only made his smirk grow bigger.

“Would you like to be my model, darling?”

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zepdeans · 5 years

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there’s not a lot I can say about s3 that hasn’t already been said (and articulated 200x better) but! here are some of my (albeit dumb) thoughts :~)

ep1 -isak leaning against the bathroom wall gets me EVERY time its such a powerful scene esp introducing you to s3 and tarjei..... spare some talent for the rest of us please -LiTeN gUtTeN fRa StRaNgEr tHiNgS -isak rly ties his pants w a shoelace...... -isak noticing even for the first time bc of his laugh.. whew.... also. i love this intro SOOO much bc its so non-monumental? theres no dramatic music or whatever but its not subtle.... like you know right away o shit love interest!! hello sir!! bc isak’s expression watching him :’) i could go on -isak is a bad liar HOWEVER this only applies to stupid nontrivial things e.g. the black sweatshirt. but when you look at him lying about like, his sexuality, he hides that shit well -”c00l” isak. i hate u so much -honestly all u have to do is look at even for .2 seconds and u can tell this boy has had a crush for a solid month bc he just looks awestruck (HOWEVER henrik’s acting is *chef’s kiss* bc its subtle enough to go undetected b4 you actually know eVEN SAW HIM ON THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL) -even isak and emma all sitting on the bench together is funny enough on its on but then a song called threeway comes on and like. julie sdshjsfdjfkjskd ep2 -there’s something so endearing about even’s handwriting idek what -i LOVE even’s video w mikael it reveals so much about him to us- how weird (ok we saw how weird he was w the paper towel thing but) and dorky he is? and his love of film! his view on love stories and how he sees the world :( but it also shows a lot abt isak because he saw even making stupid jokes about vladimir putin and was like yeah we about to fall in LOVE love -isak not using headphones to watch even’s video or r+j?? bde or general incompetence what’s the verdict guys -the isak watching r+j scene hits so hard like yall ever think about isak lying in bed at 3am staring at the ceiling probably thinking about how he’s never gonna get a beautiful world-shattering romance like that like ..... also him changing positions skam get out of my life go away ur too realistic -not to make this even more self-projection-y but isak simultaneously being the least emotionally vulnerable person ever but crying during r+j > -i made a post abt this already but even’s INTENSE staring vs isak’s “i have never looked anyone in the eye in my life” gets me it says so much about their characters -even said i see your bde move (asking me to buy you beer) and i raise u with my own (inviting you to my house after faking not having my id) -”if you listen to music” even is such a dick fsdjhsdff -when the message comes on...... i rlly do owe julie my life huh -”have you heard about my rapping?” “I have actually” have we talked about this enough????? 1. isak finally feels comfortable enough w even to flirt and his first move is to RAP for him jesus christ. keep in mind this is the same man who pulled that smooth af ibuprofen line w emma like...... 2. even has heard about isak’s rapping. either this means im-not-on-social-media even went out of his way to go thru homeboy’s instagram OR isak’s rapping is actually talked about. i- -the group chat messages. cant believe i forgot about the 2016 clown epidemic

ep3 -mahdi is a good friend and i love him. thank u -even wearing isak’s cap until he chucks it at him sjksfjsdjsd -how much yall wanna bet isak’s been listening to illmatic on repeat since last friday thinking abt even (even tho meeting sonja shattered his heart a lil) [also kinda an aside but i think a lot about how isak n even bonded over rap and how some homophobic lyrics in 90s etc rap might have impacted them? or how that little detail ties into julie’s story? e.g. halftime by nas, which is on illmatic] -whats worse. even staring into isaks soul wearing a size xs see-through white t shirt or isak staring at even for five (5) seconds before chugging his beer and immediately making out w emma. OR even crashing that party before it can start “i think you guys are bonding too much” cheesy ass shjhfsdhskdf -yall act like evak didnt invent hands. did even shaking isak’s shoulder telling him his apartment is nice mean nothing to u -im convinced robyn wrote call your girlfriend for this scene specifically bc how could anything fit so perfectly by coincidence -is anything better than egging isak on- even bech naesheim (2016) -idk if yall have read the scripts but i love the sock thing so much bc its soo true to how isak thinks and it makes everything so much more interesting and !!!

ep4 -i will never get over even sending isak bad seinfeld memes -even smacking open isak’s locker. first of all whew second of all u think as soon as he got into the stairwell he lowkey cried bc ow -parallel of isak saying “it’s 2016, why are you religious?” to sana vs. emma’s “it’s 2016, get out of the closet” to isak anyone :( -”takk sanasol!!!!” thank u isak for my life -I wanted to be with you aloneeeee -even’s face when he sees the pool like we get it youre a director -how many times do i need to say even is such a dick sjkfsd “does it look like i care about my hair?” “usually but not right now” like this would only work on isak i love soulmates!! -even just.. fully choking isak out ssdhgfd got em -when the first notes of im kissing you start ooh boy -even going in for the kill kiss and isak going from huh to oooo shit and pushing his lips out at the last minute. phenomenal

ep5 -ngl as soon as im not in love comes on my heart goes uwu bc like!!!! that song the meaNING.... them......... i jus love this scene sm like theyre in their own little bubble and they both feel so comfortable and at peace :(( -even leaving isak comics about an inside joke of theirs like yall mind if i scream -isak feeling left out from the conversation and his friends whew i felt that... and having them talk about how gross it is to makeout with a girl w facial hair?? blease :( -taking stock of isak’s nicknames: issy k, isabell, izzy, baby jesus, -im not even gonna bother trying to articulate thoughts on Pause bc it’s a literal masterpiece. thank u tarjei henrik and julie for inventing television with this one -MAGNUS SDFKJSDFJKDSHK "oooh my name is Jonas and I love idealism and reading klassekampen and I don’t like plastic and I skate on a skateboard made of sustainable wood and wear old clothes because new clothes are bad for the environment and I only drink recycled water” screAMMM -what i said abt pause also applies to pride ugh its such a powerful scene and!! the beginning of kicks to isaks stomach. honestly what i fucking love about this episode is how it goes from hell yea best day w even ever to crying in the street within one week (s3 had the best balance of angst and payoff thanks) -even’s Soft Party Flannel... forever tainted by this scene rip -not knowing why even kissed sonja keeps me up at night -speaking of. how used and stupid isak must’ve felt when he saw even completely unbothered, hooking up w his ex at this party?? whew :( -bros is one of my all time favourite clips solely bc of the music?? lift me up gives me chills and when hold my liquor starts i LOSE it -ep5 and 6 remind me of that quote “to see what your characters are really made of you have to break them” because julie rlly goes all in and god it hurts so good

ep6 -never have i ever seen insomnia portrayed as accurately as tarjei did here and i remember when i first watched the cantina scene i was like. winded bc its SO true to sleep deprivation whew -i really like that isak wasnt together with even when he reached out for help and came out to jonas. bc it was him, on his own, being strong enough to talk to his friends and then eventually he was confident and secure enough in himself to be in a good place when even started reaching back out!! -i have no idea what its like to come out to someone, to be afraid of your friends rejecting you, everything isak went through. but tarjei’s acting of when, like, you have something you KNOW you have to tell someone, and youve put yourself in the position where youre going to have to tell them, but youre terrified and eventually just force yourself SAY the words?? -and isak’s smile when he realizes jonas is gonna be his bro no matter what :’)))

ep7 -weirdly one of my favourite isak looks (black t-shirt grey snapback c-c-c-combo) -”what’s your name again?” have i mentioned i love sana and isak bc i love sana and isak -jonas truly is the best friend oh man. perceptive, thoughtful, loving, laidback, a friggen BRO. tbh i was wary of him in s1 and thought he didn’t treat eva well (tho I recognized he loved her a lot, he was just bad at being a boyfriend) but jonas in s3?? just goes to show how powerful your perspective of someone can change viewing them in a different role!! because while jonas was a crappy bf, he literally is SUCH an incredible friend and his actions and words and just! him! in s3 completely redeemed any illwill I had towards him :’) -maybe im a little gay (up there with other s3 comedy classics such as “thats a boys name”) -mahdi season WHEN ugh a legend -’when someone asks isak if hes going to a family party’ literally what other reason for living do i have if not to read the boy squad text convos -isaks locker finally opening and his smile at evens drawing whewwwwwww!! also even rlly is that guy who wont text you back but will leave hand written love letters in ur locker -also. another stellar look from valtersen -slutt a meld meg is a whole masterpiece like what other piece of media has the RANGE -eskild: play hard to get. jonas: no smiley!!! isak: nah fam im good B)

ep8 -this episode is BEAUTIFUL bc you feel practically euphoric?? like hell yeah theyre finally together!! isak is out and accepted and even is done with sonja! but theres also this unsettling undercurrent of worry bc you know deep down something isnt right? why is sonja calling isak? why is even acting kinda strange? whats going on? yknow?? -literally never going to get over 5 fine frokner :~) even is such a goddamn nerd and he’s the man of isak’s dreams can u believe!! -sana’s little speech is SO important in so many ways ooo i love her so much -also have we discussed eskild making evak do a photoshoot for him. highkey those are my favourite pictures of ALL time u can tell even was like hm strange but im down while isak was more omg guys stop🙄 omg haha eskild i cant believe youre making me cuddle with even for a photo🙄 i cant believe ur making me snuggle this dude for a pic!!!! definitely would not have done this otherwise!!! -magnus only realizing it’s THAT even after seeing how isak looks at him. whew -isak is so brave i rlly love that kid! his text to his mamma <3 -no r*make will EVER nail text conversations like mari/julie did w evak’s this week thanks for coming to my ted talk. i'd quote the best ones but it would literally double the length of this post (ok ill cave. “hahaha shut up❤️” GETS me) -you dont know whats in store but you know what youre here for. hallo -isak running around oslo with even’s clothes looking for him :( his heart is so big he cares about even so so much -when Part II (on the run) comes on in the credits its like a kick in the teeth honestly

ep9 -ive already screamed enough about cherry wine but god it fucks me up -cannot put into words how much I love eskild and how good of a person he is, he just has so much love in his heart -”wait they have waffles here? see ya” -this convo is why i love skam so much!!!! magnus giving insight and good thoughtful advice to isak was such a brilliant move by julie (also truLy heartwarming) bc like. magnus is a flawed layered character! he’s dumb and ignorant and not very careful with his words BUT hes also such a sweet guy. i genuinely dont think he would hurt a fly and him talking about vilde (in ep10) is ;-; bc he really likes her and respects her and wants to be a gentleman! hes so loving and just. yeah. also i wonder if isak and magnus (and vilde) ever talked about having mentally ill parents and lent on each other for support bc like....<3 [sidenote- this is why i HATE b***** like they absolutely massacred magnus’s character and magnus did not deserve that!] -det er bare slutt........ very cool of tarjei to invent acting here. also the character development makes me WEEP like at first isak lied and told his pappa it was over bc its easier to brush stuff off and say you were joking than be vulnerable especially about 1. having a boyfriend and 2. saying youve already broken up?? but then isak was like hey im done with lying about who i am bc i want my life to be REAL and he told his dad the truth even if it was hard and even if he was trying rlly hard not to cry -isak reaching out to even<3 standing up for even<3 -o helga natt. another scene i genuinely cannot comment on bc u cant really put into any written language how magical and breathtaking and heartbreaking and powerful and brilliant this scene is. so. -jk. obvs i cant say anything intelligent enough to give this scene justice but probably the most stunning piece of television i have ever had the privilege of watching. even’s text breaks my heart every gd time (esp since we never really see this side of him before finding out he’s bipolar? his guilt, insecurity, feeling like a burden, being scared of losing everyone in his life because he thinks he’ll hurt them). the music is SO beautiful i cry real tears as soon as the strings start. also the brilliance of JUST o helga natt playing and no dialogue except for isaks one line? isak’s realization when he sees the cross. him RUNNING across oslo to go to even. the FLASHBACKS all going backwards in chronological order until them smoking on the bench. isak looking at the bench and not seeing even and u can feel his heart breaking and urs breaks too! but then he remembers the bathroom and he turns and theres even and whewwww. du er ikke alene<3

ep10 -minutt for minutt is THE most healing clip im telling u. and like.. seeing even depressed really is hard and as someone who was very very depressed for 4-ish yrs of their life it rlly hits me? like when youre in an especially bad funk and you cant get out of bed and youre just numb and exhausted and feel so shitty and u want to be alone but you really dont???? could go on but literally i owe henrik holm my life for his portrayal of even -not to be a soft bitch on main but when isak tucks the blanket over even and it keeps getting pulled off his back so isak just. covers that spot with himself? -i do love that call between sonja and isak bc once again! a flawed (realistic) human being -and isak thinking its his fault even is depressed? it means a lot that sonja told him its no ones fault, even is just bipolar. and i wonder if isak felt that way about his mamma as well, guilty for her being ill, and if what sonja said made him feel better about that situation too :( -lowkey random but when isak is rambling really fast and he goes “maybe we’ll get bombed tomorrow and talking about all this is a waste of time” it continually punches me in the throat bc that is /exactly/ how i ramble and think like tarjei........ pls -like eskild said. there really is so much love in isak’s little grumpy teenage body<3 -isak no longer just passively accepting life as its given to him, now he fights for him and even!!!!! -isak is such a forgiving person and seeing him able to just accept things and move on? incredible -i remember when i first watched ep1 i was like oooo even and isak are gonna be kosegruppa partners and thats when theyll first get together, cooking food or smth!! but lmfao after episode 3? kosegruppa whomst???? also hilarious vilde thought isak of all people would willingly sign up for kosegruppa just to go to revue parties -even and linn friendship!!!! -cannot articulate how mf heartwarming it is to see even smiling and being more himself after being depressed (also thank u julie for having ups and downs coming out of his depression- its so true to life having one day when youre feeling awesome and then the next you feel awful again for no reason and its SO frustrating) -I had to stop watching passe pa meg cause it made me toooooo crazy! it would just be like: “I like seeing you laugh” and I was like: *SCREAMS* -im the fucking master of lying 😤 -literally don’t know why isak and even ragging on kosegruppa is so funny but “did you think I joined to have fun” gets me every time -I SAW YOU THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL -also even literally radiating love @ isak watching get snarky w vilde on the phone bc it reminded him of the first time he saw him! even rly is that boyfriend who thinks isak being pissy is the Best Thing he has Ever seen -halla boiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiz -literally the glo up of isak telling his friends the order in which he’d bang them -No filter! wow I love symbolism -so nice to see the girls together for a lil bit :) -the boys hyping up mags while also telling him to be respectful awwwwww -take desperate to a whole new level- Confucius -who’s going to show isak how to properly hold a beer can -literally evak banter gets me thru the day. thank u tarjei and henrik for having phenomenal chemistry + improvisation skills + making isak and even the dumbest nerdiest boys i have ever seen -biology partner. and friend. ;-; -even literally is the biggest stoner blease -isak’s talk with eva is just sooooo<3 and not to be emo on main but every single word of the last few sentences he says hit me so gd hard because i feel the exact same way in my BONES -livet er nå 💛

final thoughts :( <3 -this season is so special. it feels like one really long oscar-worthy movie or smth?? i cant even exblain, its just magical. ALSO very dear to my heart. -julie really said you guys have seen isak sad and alone and repressed for the past two seasons so heres him falling in love with the best person in the world and coming to terms with who he is and being brave and opening up and finally being happy and living a real life -this season definitely feels different from s1/2/4 to me editing or production or music smth wise? as in, its got a lot fewer aesthetic shots and the cinematography seems a bit different if that makes any sense???? I also think this is the season most focused just on the main (i.e. not many- if any? sideplots going on) -literally will never get over the thought, love, and detail put into this season. when i say there is literally nothing i would change about it, i mean it and coming from my nitpicky ass??? means a lot lmfao. the acting, directing, music choices, symbolism...... sublime -s3′s cold rainy autumn aesthetic makes me ACHE for fall and also nostalgic for a highschool experience I never had lmao?? also. all the nighttime clips >>> -don’t know what else to say except thank u skam for my life

#take a shot every time i say whew #fully put more effort and time into this than most of my uni projects xx #its super rambly but thats bc its mostly just my direct stream of thought #also super long! and probably still missing things i wanted to say #AND like 3 weeks late fshfjjkdjkfsd #skam #clownfest 2019 #blabbey

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madelimejk-blog · 5 years

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S c e n t e d •제3장•

⇢ pairing | jungkook/character ⇢ word c | 752 ⇢ genre | soulmate au,angsty ⇢ summary |she met him,everything change.

⇢ warnings/tags | possessiveness, enemies to lovers, jealousy, dirty talk,mental and physical abuse,violence

It's raining.It's been awhile since the last rainy day.The fact is,i hate rain but sometimes a little part of me love rain too.Rain can heal my invisible wounds,also perfectly hide my tears ofcourse.That's the little thing why i love rain.But whenever it's raining,here comes my pain.I have to admit it that i used to it already,to be more specific,i'm numb to it.The pain,the blood,the scars,the tears and all the horrible moments.I am totally numb to it.Do whenever you want.I have enough.Sometimes i feels like the tears that came out not even genuine anymore.why?because i am perfectly scattered.Horribly.

so,it is raining today.More pain would come huh?

I am in front of my house door,wondering if i should come in or not.Or should i ran away again.sigh.

"just fucking move you fool.you're blocking the way." he pushed me aside,entering the house.

yes,that is my dad.

I heave a big sigh and finally i get in.I go straight to my room,dont have the urge to great the visitors that are at the living room.

"yah,yah!make us some drink or whatsoever!we are thirsty!"one on dad's friends yelled when he saw me.

"work your own lazy ass" without even spare them a glance,i just ignored them.

"WHAT?!" suddenly dad started to raise his voice,making me flinch a little bit but not even surprised by his sudden action.

I know what would happen after this.

His hands closed into fists as his eyes darted to my figure,daring me to repeat once more the words that had torn his heart into fragments.

"what?you have your own legs and hands right?go get em by yourself." see,i still have the balls despite of just shrugged him off.

"THIS KID!"

Without any words,he hurriedly came to me,grabbing me up.He threw my petite body to the floor. Drawing back his foot, he slammed it into my stomach. I gasped in shock and pain, curling protectively around my already swollen belly. He kicked me again, and again.

"yah,stop it already.She's just piece of shit,ignore her."His friend stopped him,probably shook at how much he beat me up since the air in the house are all covered with the mixture of blood and sweat.

"you should take a lesson from this" He backhanded me so hard that blackness curled in from the outside of my vision for one last time before he spit in my face and left. The blackness receded. Tiny sparks flashed,i just shaking my head to clear it.

I slowly stand up,gathering all the strength that remained in mine.

Fuck off,i wont come back here again.

I walked to my room,grabbing all my stuff and put them into a luggage. I don't know where should i go or even how can i survive living outside all by myself.It's not that my father give me money or even support my study fees,yes i do have to take part time work so that i could even pay for all the study fees and things that i want cause he wont.He wont give me a single cent.I can survive earning my own allowance but,leaving the house or probably the hell that used to be my life is kinda hard.How could i leave my one and only memories that i created with my mom behind?i cant.

but,i had enough.

I'll leave.

It's already 3 in the morning,i peek outside to see if my dad is still there or not.He's gone,seems like he is already asleep.I slowly tip toes walking with my luggage to the front door,hoping he wont awake.I quickly reach for the door knob and get out.

I swear to god,i have nowhere to go.I just drag my legs to whenever its' bring me to.The night air always calm me down.The only reasons why did i often stroll outside when it's late night. I sit down on a bench under the dim light since the bruises on my stomach keep on aching itself.

"where to go..." i mumbled,staring at the beautiful stars above me.It's beautiful.

"i told you already,you can come to my house anytime you want." once again.This vaguely familiar,deep,throaty and husky voice.This time,i didn't surprised anymore,I don't know why but seeing him make me much more calmer and relieved.I turned my head to him.

His sharp figure stand out more when he walk nearer to me.His sleeves are halfway rolled up with a black mask covering half of his face.

A little wrinkle formed around his eyes as he is smiling.I can see his soul through his smile.

Precious.

"thank you.."

silent.

"for coming.."

eps.4 here

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awakeningofthedeath · 7 years

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The Ripper’s Sonnets

“As my life was forged in nightmares and darkness; she was and will always be the light for my soul.”

@babelast and I were so amazed at the reception of the sonnets, that we decided to draw this and dedicate a page in the Master List Page to the Ripper’s Sonnets.

September 27th, 1888

Dear Boss,

I keep on hearing the police have caught me but they wont fix me just yet. I have laughed when they look so clever and talk about being on the right track. That joke about Leather Apron gave me real fits. I am down on whores and I shant quit ripping them till I do get buckled.

Grand work the last job was. I gave the Lady no time to squeal. How can they catch me now. I love my work and want to start again. You will soon hear of me with my funny little games. I saved some of the proper red stuff in a ginger beer bottle over the last job to write with but it went thick like glue and I cant use it. Red ink is fit enough I hope

The next job I do I shall clip the ladys ear off and send to the police officers just for jolly wouldn’t you.

Keep this letter back till I do a bit more work, then give it out straight. My knife’s so nice and sharp I want to get to work right away if I get a chance.

Good Luck.

Yours truly, Jack the Ripper.

Dont mind me giving the trade name. PS Wasnt good enough to post this before I got all the red ink off my hands curse it No luck yet. They say I’m a doctor now.

Despite Jack’s forced humor after the last job was complete, Jack was still in a mixture of loss and memories. This was a grand day. A day dedicated to her.

His Hellen

Today is her birthday, that he recently discovered when reading through the journal. Jack cursed himself that he couldn’t celebrate it the way he wanted to. He wished he could. Now since the last job reminded him of Hellen. Despite having auburn hair herself, the tramp didn’t capture the realness of her. There was only one Hellen Patience Patterson. The only woman he will ever love. He missed everything about her. Her humor, her kiss, the softness of her skin and hair, and kissing the torn right ear that always turned her on. Hence why he’d sent the ears of the last job to the police. He wanted to show them that no one will ever take away his determination nor know the ripper’s true identity or the nature of his acts.

He never wanted the journal to be stained with the red upon his hands, so he drew out a spare parchment to write another dedicated letter to his lost dove.

My beloved Hellen,

Today is your birthday of all days. I still remember the day I provided you that beautiful dress I found for you relating to the mission in New York. Your beauty always burns my mind, and even when my soul aches for you in my arms again; you still set my soul on fire.

The last job that Jacob sent reminded me of you, but in the most miserable attempt to seduce me. So I eliminated her and sent her ears to the police to make a remarkable statement for you.

Jack gave a chuckle.

I now understood why you enjoyed life as an outlaw. The game of cat and mouse from the law. To bring your own brand of justice and freedom. I can only imagine in the frontier how fun it must of been. But for you to be taken away from me in a civilization full of lies and whores makes me want to cleanse this as fast as possible.

I want to say, your in my thoughts and in the depths of my heart always.

Love

Jack the Ripper your Lad

p.s. I hope you don’t mind me stealing your removal of a body part here and there. I understand why you found it a bold statement as well. Guess were both doctors now.

September 17th, 1888

Dear Boss

So now they say I am a Yid when will they lern Dear old Boss! You an me know the truth dont we. Lusk can look forever hell never find me but I am rite under his nose all the time. I watch them looking for me an it gives me fits ha ha I love my work an I shant stop until I get buckled and even then watch out for your old pal Jacky.

Catch me if you Can Jack the Ripper

Sorry about the blood still messy from the last one. What a pretty necklace I gave her.

Jack placed the pen down and rubbed his eyes, the humor he had before quickly diminished when the black words dried and he reflections of his beloved were the inspiration of these letters. He gave a choked laugh, knowing Hellen would be proud that he’d developed a sense of humor at all.

You really rubbed off on me my dove.

His eyes misted. He quickly cleaned his hands from the blood of his latest “work” drew out a leather-bound book. One that contained many letters before from a great assassin; but was forced to stop on October 13th, 1876. Jack never knew why he’d took this journal, yet it was closest thing he got to be closer to her. The empty pages contained his tributes to his dove.

His Hellen.

He took the pen again; yet a sonnet never came, but a letter.

My dearest Hellen,

By God you’d be amazed how your sense of humor had rubbed on me. Well, your entire influence seemed to be the best downfall I had ever had my beloved. But suppose you can make me into anything with your gorp and sharp humor. I still remember when we went to the gala together on a mission and how you managed to pull through that ambush.

I will avenge you my dove flower, and my mother. This new creed will honor your legacy. For it is mine as well. And my legend will live forever!

I love you always till my dying breath.

With love,

Jack

When he finished and closed the journal. He felt the tears running, as he bent on the desk and silently cried. Tears and blood stun him. He reflected back on a time not very long ago.

It should have been “A long time ago”

She’d expressed to me once that my eyes are so blue she could drown in them; I’ll always get lost in the green depths of hers. We both never got lost; cause we always had something to hold on to.

October 1888

She was as stubborn as bindweed and tough as old brier; But, she is more beautiful then anything Shakespeare can ever write a sonnet about

My beautiful Hellen,

You’d be very proud of me for the establishments I concurred through the likes of such “interesting characters”. Especially that with a head bitch of the establishments of London’s brothels named Lady O. Despite my taste and views of theses wheres, what kept me from slaying her was the fact that she didn’t live to be beyond forty years just by standing, no, laying pretty getting fucked for a mere shilling. But now thinking back my dove flower, I realized that that was the life my mother took in order to keep her child alive. So I’m using Lady O to take East London’s prostate control to a minimum, and once the brotherhood is established in more of the ideals I…no we…beleived need to be done, then I will eliminate ever last one of vermin like her later. Keep your enemy close as a friend then lead her to the saluter. But I may allow Ms. Frye the pleasure of that. Yes, my sources say that there was a possibility that Jacob sent a letter to his sister in India.

I will express my dear Hellen, that Arthur Weaversbrook, the damn newspaper writer is still publishing the letters that I always sent to the police, and the messages originally to Jacob. Perhaps the damn fool didn’t care enough for his son to meet my demands. Unlike those I keep in my navel hiding place where they’re “Encouraged” to write to their families, “requesting” certain items for the Ripper. HA! You’d be thrilled to see how much I’d gotten more balls over theses months since…

Did I ever told you of my next step of the plan my beautiful Hellen. To lure Jacob out of the shadows, and show him of all the pain my mother went through. What I went through. And in the secret depths of my heart, what pain he will feel never knowing that a piece of me was taken from me. I want him to show that he should of beloved everything that was in front of him. Even when your father sensed it long ago

I know Jacob will put up a fight, but I will fight back even harder. Like you did with that native scout you told me about once. But I will fight for you my beloved Hellen. I miss your warm presence as well. London is more bitter in the weather without your fire upon me.

Yours now and always

Jack

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cauldronoflove · 7 years

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Ok so this is really obscure, but I've had this idea for a while now, and I'd love to see you work with it? Headcanons for a time travel AU in which Peter Parker is messing with Stark Tech and gets sent back to the 1940s? He could work with Peggy Carter in the SSR to solve the case and pretend to be her little brother. Plus in 2017 Tony and Steve working together to get him back. If you think it's weird or want to skip it no worries! If not, then thank you so much, I love your headcanons!!

i love this concept so much you dont even know?? but also okay i realized abt halfway through these 2.5k+ words that this wasnt exactly what you asked for and i feel kinda bad about that but i hope you still like it all the same!! also i wanna say thank you for thinking of me for this prompt im super flattered????

- peter wasnt technically supposed to be in the 4th basement of stark tower

- technically he was on his lunch break and was supposed to be using said time to both eat and work on his spanish homework

- but he'd heard these whispers from a couple of the older interns about some of the old stuff that mr. stark had thrown down there because he never had time to finish them and peter had an idea

- see, he's been wanting to move up a bit, have mr. stark trust him a little more, and what's better then maybe taking one of his old designs and making it better and making it work

- so thats why he's in the fourth basement of stark tower, trying to remember if he's had his tetanus shot because some of this stuff is seriously Old

- and then he stumbles onto this little pyramid shaped....doohickey

- its the only thing in 4 floors of Things that doesnt have a label or a file or a crude drawing taped to the front of it so now peter is Officially Curious

- he kinda fiddles with it for a few minutes until his phone beeps with his 'hey pete youre gonna be super late getting back to work again' alarm and he about drops this thing on the floor because like everyday the alarm scares him to death

- but because hes clumsy and because hes pete he actually does drop it and everything goes black

- but everything's fine because he wakes right back up and he's pretty sure that he electrocuted himself but thats happened dozens of times so he picks himself up and brushes himself off and realizes that he may have been out longer than he thought because theres fewer boxes in the room than before and geez his head hurts

- "are you quite alright?"

- oh god he mustve hit his head harder than he thought because that looks like

- "m-miss carter, no sorry, ma'am? oh, oh god i'm so sorry that was so rude, agent? agent ma'am?"

- "this is howard's fault isnt it"

- "howard? as in....oh god oh god"

- "do you know where you are?"

- peter parker loved a lot of things and one of those things was museums and one of those museums in particular had an exhibit on a certain mr. rogers and adjacent to that exhibit was a small plaque about the woman standing in front of him and oh god he was going to hyperventilate and throw up in front of a literal legend and hero at the same time

- "remind me to kill him later. right now lets get you something warm to drink, yes? maybe some new clothes, youre looking a little singed"

- flash forward half an hour and he's sitting in front of the agent carter sipping at some terribly bitter coffee while she pursed and unpursed her lips a few times

- (annnnd time skip back to present day)

- friday: mr stark theres a woman downstairs beating on the door asking for youtony, 47 names going through his head: ...go on

- enter may parker, in her pjs, fire in her eyes, carrying on the legacy of brunette women ready to end a stark's life

- "it is ten o'clock on a school night, i've talked to ned, i've talked to mj and liz, i've talked to every corner sub shop owner, i even had a nice long chat with pepper, yet no one could tell me anything so you better have answers as to where my nephew is anthony"

- and in that moment, tony stark's life flashed before his eyes

- "hey, friday, where is the kid?"

- "peter's vitals havent been detected since 1:32pm on floor D"

- tony: fu-

- (back to pete and peggy)

- so he's quickly caught her up on the gist of whats going on (aka he told her he's from 2017 ny and hed really just like to go home) and she's taking it surprisingly well, all nodding and hmm-ing and cursing howard stark under her breath, kinda how may is when tony does like.. anything

- but now shes leading him through their super secret base and he's trying not to stare because, has he mentioned, hes literally standing next to peggy carter

- "right, well, here's your cot. if you need anything, dugan can help you. he's that one, there, with the cigar. you get some rest and i'll find howard and see if we cant get your...issue squared away. oh, and whatever you do, dont accept anything dernier tries to give you, you've already blown up once today, i dont think you can afford another"

- present day

- tony's been working through the night, a marginally-more-than-slightly disgruntled may beside him, and an even-more-than-marginally-more-than-slightly peeved happy beside her

- ("how do you lose a teenage boy, tony" happy moans to his phone when he wakes up and sees all the missed calls and texts he has)

- good news: it only took like 2 1/2 hours and three shots of espresson for tony to figure out what happened to peter

- bad news: it wasnt even a Tony Stark Exclusive Design, it was a Howard Stark One-Time Use That Was Actually A Malfunction Design, he'd had several more coffees that werent even close to being strong enough, and he had a growing black eye from the punch may landed before happy could pull her away and calm her down (maybe that last part should be in the good news column)

- "so he's just stuck in the 40s alone, then" may surmises, rubbing at the tension headache in her temples

- tony doesnt respond because at this point he needs his other eye for miracle working and depth perception

- "well, probably not alone," happy begins. "i catalogued everything in that level, and that stuff came from one of howard's london facilities, so it was probably calibrated for that time, so he's probably with-"

- tony: "hap, please dont finish that sentence"

- may: "1940s london. so he's with steve, then, safe. with captain america. okay, i can handle that."

- tony: "no, ah, a little later than capsicle, probably"

- may: "so not safe with captain america"

- happy: "safe with agent carter, more likely"

- pete and peggy

- good news: pete made it through the night without being blown up by the howling commandoes

- bad news: once howard was finally located and sobered up, he explained that he hadnt built that particular device yet, so peter was kinda stuck

- peter wasnt coping well

- "i have a spanish test tomorrow! and a trig test on friday! and i'm supposed to hang out with ned on saturday, and then may's gonna kill me when i dont show up for sunday dinner, and shes gonna kill me in general because i never checked in because holy shit i never checked in!"

- howard: peggy he's crying what do i do

- peggy: do i have to do everything myself

- she advances on peter and takes his chin in her hand, locking eyes with him: peter, you know who i am, dont you?

- he nods as best as he can

- "then you must know that i'm going to do everything in my power and then some to get you back home, dont you?"

- "yes ma'am"

- "good. go take a walk while i talk to howard, and if anyone asks, youre my american brother in for a short visit." and then she pats him on the cheek and his soul kinda ascends then and there because agent carter just patted him on the cheek AND gave him permission to tell people he's her brother

- so he goes to take his walk but the thing is when he gets anxious, he likes to fiddle with the loose legos he keeps under his bed, building and rebuilding tiny structures to help ease his nerves

- needless to say, he's an Absolute Nervous Wreck while he waits for some kind of something from peggy or howard and there arent any legos to keep him busy

- so he kind of takes that walk right on down to the lab and starts poking around because even if he is a certified nervous wreck he's also thr most inquisitive little shit that ever did walk the earth

- peggy finds him two hours later with a pair of loose fitting goggles on his forehead, his sweater sleeves pushed up to his elbows, and some . substance on his hands

- "please dont tell me youre somehow howard's long lost son too," she says, taking his appearance in

- he shakes his head as the beakers in front of him emit a puff of green smoke directly into his already scrunched up face "no ma'am; it's just that mr. stark kinda has me on desk duty and never lets me get my hands dirty so i like to take every oppurtunity i can get"

- she nods, "good, because howard needs you to describe what you remember of the device, and then you and i are going to begin the slog through the logistics of it all"

- "ooooookay"

- which is how peter parker ends up sitting across from peggy carter, the both of them scribbling extremely advanced mathematics onto yellowing sheets of paper as howard stark tinkered with some spare parts he had lying around as he tried to construct a crude rendering of the device

- peggy mostly doesnt talk, actually, she hasnt spoken since explaining that shed picked her math skills up on an assignment shed once had where she learned she actually loved numbers and then howard had been letting her do calculations for him in her free time

- peter was too impressed to respond bc from what he gathered she'd only been on that mission for six months and she didnt have much free time which meant she'd had to pick it all up FAST

- anyway, they got at that for hours, until peter cant keep his eyes open and even howard is dwindling; peggy waves them both off to bed but stays and keeps scribbling away

- they repeat that routine for 3 days

- on the 5th night, after she waves them off, peter goes to his cot and he tosses and turns for hours, listening to the commandoes play poker and crack jokes, but he cant sleep

- finally he gets up and just starts walking, anywhere his feet take him

- coincidentally, his feet take him past what he quickly realizes is peggy's room

- "peter why are you still up? is everything all right?" she asks, pulling off these big hulking glasses that made him incredibly homesick because she reminds him so much of may in that moment, big glasses on, hunched over a book in her lap, hair pulled back out of her face

- and he apologizes, but she Knows something's terribly wrong, so she gets up and ushers him away from her doorway, and leads him down a hall or two and then theyre standing in an open space, and she's looking at him like shes trying to solve one of her equations

- "do you know how to throw a punch, peter"

- " whatever youre thinking i dont think its a good idea we dont have any gear and i dont want to get hurt-"

- she shakes her head and asks again, and he finally answers with a kinda

- "'kinda' will get you hurt; watch me" and she begins to demonstrate a few slow punches and he follows her movements and tries to copy them but hes a little sloppy but its ok because she corrects him and finally theyre just standing beside one another counting out punches when she asks "whats on your mind"

- and he doesnt even hesitate he just lets loose everything, how much he misses may and how terrible he feels that he cant get in touch with her, how much he misses ned and mj and liz, how much he misses his fire escape and the deli on the corner and the buildings and then he's crying again, but she gracefully doesnt point it out

- once he's done spitting out everything thats bothering him she gets this kind of sad smile and says, "you remind me of a man i knew. he cared so much about his friends, sometimes to the point of not even worrying about himself, whuch meant he was always in some sort of trouble, as you can imagine. but he always found his way out of a problem, even if he was the one who created it." she laughs slightly then. "i guess what i'm getting at is even if i cant get you back home, even if howard cant, i believe that youll figure it out."

- "are you comparing me to captain anerica right now because i'm already crying and i dont think i can take much more" he says through sniffles, his arms slack by his sides now

- she smiles and nods, keeping her stance, and peter feels an overwhelming sense of gratitude for this amazing woman who immediately helped him without much of a pause and who's made sure he was okay for the past 5 days and who's up at god knows what time showing him how to throw a punch and being his borderline therapist and he just wants to give her something in return

- "im not sure if im supposed to do this, because for all i know it could tear a hole in the fabric of time and space but i really want to show you this," he begins, pulling his wallet put of his pocket.

- he flicks the little photo holders out and theres may, and theres ned and mj and liz, and theres that cat he found that one time, and theres him and tony, and there, at the bottom, is the time he officially met steve after the whole fight thing and all

- "this was taken a couple months ago; well, a couple months for me, it's decades from now, but here," and he holds out his wallet for her to see and she looks over the photo curiously before she understands and a tear slips down her cheek and she smiles the most grand smile

- "thank you, peter" and she passes the wallet back and puts her hand on his shoulder and says "i promise i'll have you home in time for sunday dinner"

- and she does

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thejamesoldier · 7 years

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Heyooo. I absolutely adore your writing and look up to it so much, and I just wanted to put a request through if you don't mind. I was thinking about a Bucky or Seb x reader, where he's some sort of a dark angel king, or a dark immortal of sorts (not vampire though), and he develops a strange fascination with the reader, and the rest is up to you. ☺

Hi anon, I hope you enjoy this!! I know you said you didn’t want Seb/Bucky to be a vampire, and he’s not, but I hope you don’t mind that I included them in the story as other characters? (If you don’t like it then I can rewrite this to your liking :D xx) Anyway on to the story!

(oh and one of my favorite hoes and wife Kumi aka @mellifluous-melodramas wrote a fic about Unseelie!Seb first, so GO READ IT HERE!! It’s amazing and also completely different from this story so don’t worry xx)

No Faith, Trust or Faerie Fucks

Pairing: Unseelie Fae King!Bucky x Y/n (as Tony & Pepper’s daughter)

Summary: Y/n Stark is in the wrong place at the wrong time as unsavory characters come out to play.

Overall Tags: lots of lore and shit I hope its not too confusing, ANGST (sorry i cant help it), smut, fluff to make sure I don’t murder yall’s hearts, and the usual humor

Tagged Lovlies: @captain-chimichanga, @creideamhgradochas, @evilmermaidsinc, @buckyandsebsinbin, @simplyme8308, @notsoprettykitty, @ryverpenrad, @whintersoldiers, @mini-muffin-mountain, @the-one-and-only-vampcake, @james-bionic-barnes, @badassbaker, @kenobi-and-barnes, @fangasms101, @almondbuttercup, @mar-gega, @vacam79, @nenyakj, @angryschnauzer, @rosegoldarmour, @ladylizzieofdarbyshire, @takemetoneverland91, @jenairedale, @musichowler, @seargantbcky, @mllx-anazra, @amrita31199, @jenna-luke

Chapter 1 - Just a Spoonful of Y/n

Your feet ache like the Devil himself kissed them.

Uneven roots, spiteful twigs, and bitterly sharp rocks take turns stabbing against the thin worn down leather souls of your shoes as you run. The gnarled forest canopy sneers down at you as you tear through prickled bushes and low-bearing branches, the dark leaves hiding you from the worried stars twinkling frantically above them. The constellations sprint across the moonless map of black sky trying to keep up with you as you move with silent terror through the smirking chessboard of tree trunks.

You are filled with an inescapable sense of dread, knowing that no matter how far you run he’ll always be a breath behind you.

Sensing the chase, ancient life that has lived in this forest for centuries awakens with an elemental inhale; it goes unnaturally quiet (you swear even your own breath and pounding footfalls became muted) before a loud breeze rises seemingly out of the grave of the forest floor and howls as it gathers body and slithers its way through the bark maze, weaving – hunting – ominously like a snake in grass until it finds you. Your throbbing lungs heave against the burden of the unforgiving pace you have set for yourself when the wind finally slices past you. It scrapes its sharp chilled fingers across your cheeks, like claws of ice digging in and actually breaking the skin, leaving your face stinging, numb, and wet. Whether or not the wet was from your terrified tears or drawn blood you wouldn’t ever know. You would have cried out in pain and fear had you any air to spare.

With your instincts leaving you no choice you continue ripping through the evil growth around you praying to any higher power who may be listening to please deliver you to safety. The long, heavy material of your skirts betray you by getting caught under your already unsure footing, listening to the sick spell this dark wind is whispering into the quality winter wool. Those same ice claws snag and pluck at the hem of your dress as well, the hissing breeze fluttering and galloping along the forest floor by your feet. With a wheezing grunt you fist your hands in your thick skirts and lift up the material and continue running, ignoring the branches snapping at your now unprotected face and the shrubbery that takes bites out of your exposed ankles as you rush by.

After what seems like an hour of running you begin to feel yourself being herded by the wind at your ankles, at your back, at your sides; if that’s even possible. The constellations are loosing sight of you as you start veering away from the thinning edge of the forest you were desperately making your way towards, and unknowingly begin slowly arching back to the middle and thickest part of the forest. Under the influence of the ancient darkness that lives in every cell of life here, you start to lose sanity and sense, forgetting the original direction you were going in.

He’s coming, Your mind shrieks at you in full fledged panic when you still haven’t reached the forest line, I can feel him!

The wind nips at your heels like loyal hunting hounds as you start stumbling. Your body is weak and shaky and you are lost. You can feel that fear in your body spreading like a chill down your spine – inevitable and inexorable. Cool mercury inks through your veins, smooth and silver and fatal.

A fated root finally gets the better of your frantic footing and you crash to the ground with a surprised huff knocked out of your chest. The tears flow silently and endlessly down your cheeks, but you are much too frightened to notice as you spit dirt out of your mouth and struggle to breathe. The flight instinct slowly transitions to fight as the chill in your veins and heart starts to petrify your limbs to a solid stand still. The loose dirt under your hands starts to – impossibly – turn to sinking mud, working to shackle you in a prison of wet cold earth and sure death.

The wind bellows with rage as it tries to push you back down when you attempt to rip yourself free, drawing its icy fingers into fists and punching holes in your determination. Once you allow your body to fully release the instinct to run a switch flips, and in one deep esoteric breath your soul absorbs the only other option left to it. Your heart beats thunderously under your ribs as you grit your teeth and stand.

You find that fighting is a much less frighting instinct to embody. Instead of fear souring your stomach and pumping poison into your heart, clean pure merciful fury replaces it. This fury gifts you strength, a clear mind freed from the trap of ethereal darkness surrounding you, a clarity to see the full chessboard in front of you. You see the entire spider’s web now and instead of fearing death you can see the spider.

It’s just a forest.

It’s just wind.

It’s just dirt.

It’s just a spider.

It’s just a man –

“I am no man.”

The wind suddenly dies down and stops whipping around you like a flock of angry vultures. A cold foreign sensation ripples through your body as you swivel on your newly recovered feet and see the spider – him, the man who you were running from. Or not a man…

You try to frantically squint through the shadows where this, this creature hides in, not daring to move from your spot and holding your ground this time instead of running. That fury reignites in your chest as silence stretches between you two, and spreads hot and powerful throughout the rest of you, lending energy to your exhausted muscles and air to your throbbing lungs and burning throat. Your fists clench at your sides and your lip snarls up to expose your teeth.

“You sound like a man.” You speak with a clear cut voice, the rage you feel exposing itself through the violent wobble in your tone.

The anger hides your lie. He did not in fact sound like any man you have ever heard. His voice seems to be made up of the howl of the wind that had chased you all this way, the rustle of dead leaves in the trees, the creak of ancient roots in the earth; a dark melody manifested by nature itself weaving into a baritone so delicately sinister it made the small hairs all over your body stand up, and your skin prickle like you had been dipped in a boiling pot of ants.

“Step into the light you coward!” Comes your growled demand as the largely uncomfortable feeling that he can see you and you can’t see him gets the better of you.

The man-creature says nothing in response and doesn’t make to move out from the thick convenient shadows veiling him from you of everything but his silhouette. His tall frightening black shadow remains a few strides away and only cocks his head to the side a tick.

“I am no coward.”

That fear from earlier batters at the high walls of your fury now, begging to be let back in. Let me in! Let me in! Run I say! RUN!

You swallow stiffly but don’t let yourself falter. If you run again you have a feeling that you will end up in the same place you are now. Until you face this man-creature you weren’t leaving this forest. The trees seem to bow towards him, the leaves fluttering to graze him in worship, the branches arching protectively over him, the bushes fluffing at his feet. With a start you realize he is almost part of the forest itself, a personification of the nature around him.

Having never encountered a supernatural creature before you were a little at loss for what to do, but you have heard many stories from the people of the village and at Court. Tales of vampires, shifters, werewolves, kitsune, and if you’re lucky: Fae.

You did not in anyway gather a goodness from the being before you, so that cancels out Fae-folk. The only tales you have ever heard people recount about Fae were ones of hope and protection and hard-learned lessons that always ended up exposing you to truths. With a shaky breath you readjust your footing below you, bracing yourself,

“Are you a vampire then? Hunting me for my blood?” You question the darkness in front of you, his silhouette murky in the ever present black fog that mists and blurs the strict lines of the shadows.

A scoff emits gently from the blackness, “I am no vampire.”

A part of you relaxes but then you stiffen again,

“A werewolf? Are you hungry for my flesh?”

Something akin to a bored, exasperated sigh whispers out from the shadows this time.

“Humans never cease to disgust me with their base, vulgar minds.”

You’re stumped at what to say or do. The rage is starting to simmer out of your system as this stalemate un-nerves you further with each second. Your fury gave you strength but each moment you spend talking the more that shakiness begins to re-settle in your bones. With a desperate attempt to reclaim your weakening strength you try another tactic.

“Vulgar I may be, but a coward you still remain sir,” You hesitate before pushing yourself forward and charging right at the darkness, “Afraid a base human will see you? Cowering in the shadows like a deer before a cougar–,”

Before you can take an official step into the shadows a hand as pale and hard as marble, and as cold as packed glacial ice comes out of nowhere, securing fingers of granite around your neck.

You make a tiny choked sound of surprise and it takes you a shocked second to realize that this hand isn’t coming from the shadows, but beside it. There are two beings here not just one. Out of reflex your hands come up to grasp the forearm of the offending hand at your neck as the hand lifts your feet easily off the ground and your mind scrambles to adjust to this new frightening information.

You didn’t even know – didn’t sense – that there was more than one creature. The panic breaks the damn of your anger in an overwhelming avalanche as you frantically scour the trees and darkness around you wondering if there were more hidden creatures. The face and body that belongs to the hand around your neck appears out from beside the shadows after a moment of you dangling. When it comes into full view your throat clogs as you try to gasp against his tight fingers.

It – he – is beautiful.

He wears a quality navy tunic with a cream undershirt that sprouts frothy lace at his neck-collar and wrists; his pants a deep calico to abruptly stop above bare feet. No shoes. The skin you can see is as bright as a full moon, flawless, like milk being poured into a cobalt glass goblet. His eyes seem carved directly from the horizon of a crisp winter sky – a blue so bright and unearthly it has to have been stolen directly from the Gods’ own minds. His features are too perfect: high proud cheekbones bordering a straight long nose that points down to full, impossibly soft looking lips that are framed by a sharp chin and chiseled granite jaw. His hair is short and shines gold like wisps of sun atop his head, hair so fine it looks like it would feel as soft as a sun ray’s kiss. He isn’t real.

He isn’t human, Your mind corrects.

Before you can think of how to respond to everything that is happening, the fingers at your neck tighten just a hair more,

“My Master is no coward.” This impossible blonde creature somehow hisses down at you even as he raises you above his head. His frame is so tall and packed with dangerous muscle you fight the urge to faint with fear.

You instead stare wide eyed at him, eyes ready to pop out of your skull, hands futility clutching at the white marble skin trying to breathe as pressure builds steadily in your face from lack of air.

The silhouette of the man-creature still shroud in the shadows whispers something in some ancient tongue, the words almost caressing the very air around you like they’re alive.

Immediately the supernatural blonde releases your neck and you drop to your knees and fall forward onto your hands, swallowing thirsty gulps of air down and coughing harshly when your throat fails to adjust. Your hands subconsciously fist the dirt below your hands as you frantically try to gain bearing on what’s going on. One anonymous supernatural creature you could maybe escape from, but two?

Not a chance in hell.

And the fact that you pissed them off?

Yeah, double no. You’re dead meat…literally.

The fact that you are going to die starts to steadily push down on your shoulders, coaxing you to just lay down on the ground and give up. Your ears are mute to the hushed old-world words being exchanged by the two man-creatures who are calmly discussing your fate.

You barely have the energy to be startled as the same cold stone hand grabs the skin at the back of your neck and lifts you to your feet like you are a runt of a pup litter. You hadn’t even noticed the beautiful blonde had moved behind you while you heaved on the ground. With a fearful spark in your gut you realize the first man-creature still hasn’t moved out from the shadows and you still can’t see him – it, whatever the male-creature is. You wonder after a dazed moment if maybe he can’t step out of the shadows, like its a cage, but you quickly shove that note aside because its the middle of the night and there is no moon tonight. If light was his concern there isn’t any to hide from at the moment, only concerned stars peeping down through the dark canopy trying to catch a glimpse of how you’re fairing.

“My Master desires you to live,” The blonde practically hisses behind you, his hand still unnervingly gripping the back of your neck, once you gather your balance atop your shaking legs and the quiet has set in for a nice long uncomfortable stretch of heart beats. These supernatural creatures wield silence like a knight does his sword. “In return for sparing your life, My Master requires payment.”

What is left of the warmth in your body drains and seems sucked out by the ice touch at your neck.

“He will require a…” The pale male-creature trails off a tad frustrated, murmuring more ancient words seemingly to himself rather than to his ‘Master’, almost like he’s trying to find the right translation.

As he struggles for the words you shake violently under his hand and stare petrified at the shadows in front of you, trying to make out eyes or a hand or a shoulder while simultaneously hoping you aren’t successful in your search for a physical presence. Seeing the creature would only make you even more scared but a sick curiosity keeps twisting out of your attempts to catch it. You knew that whoever is behind the shadows is most definitely watching you though, his gaze feels like a branding iron against your soul but instead of unbearable heat it feels so cold that it burns. Another wave of renewed never ending unease shimmies down your spine when the beautiful creature behind you gives a soft ‘ah’ of triumph.

“My Master requires a, a slice of your soul.”

Your heart gallops through the resulting field of silence as what the blonde says sinks in, and then the muscle within your chests freezes solid.

“A s-slice of my soul?” Comes your whisper of naked horror.

The shadows in front of you somehow grin.

The blonde man-creature behind you does not respond, doesn’t even sound like he’s breathing. Your mind scatters into chaos trying uselessly to find a way out of this situation. You have never heard of a creature who eats souls other than the Devil himself and his creations.

You jump out of your own skin when you feel the lips of the creature behind you brush the shell of your ear,

“Do not fear. To be owned by My Master is not painful or meant as a punishment,” With disgust you try to wrench yourself free of the hand but to no avail. “It is only rightful payment.”

“I’ll die first!” You cry at the two of them as you continue to struggle knowing you won’t get away but it feels good to try anyway. Before you can register anything else the shadows waft swiftly away from the black silhouette and your vision suddenly goes dark.

James steps up to this human woman with slight distaste and mild irritation. He grips the sides of your cheeks with his hand hard and tilts your face up at him, watching your open eyes dart around with rising panic.

“Why can’t I see?!” You shriek as your face burns under the freezing touch of a new hand at your jaw, the one at your neck still and unmoving.

A bored snarl curls James’ upper lip as he looks down at you.

Humans, he thinks.

He glances up at Steve behind you and nods in warning. The blonde vampire closes his eyes and braces himself, he never did like this part.

James lowers his lips to yours, just barely allowing the skin to touch, not wanting to contaminate himself with the filth of humans more than he has to. But he’s hungry and you’re right here. And since he cannot possess a soul without that soul’s permission, your life force will have to do. For now.

You jump helpless and pathetic under the unyielding pressure of two deathly cold hands as you feel a sensation against your lips. In your blindness you at first can’t fathom what it is, because its too cold to be skin and too soft to be anything but the wind.

James connects his gaze with your blind milky one and he inhales.

White hot flames suddenly lick at every vein, muscle, cell in your body. You try to scream but find your lungs incapable of breathing in any air, like you have a feather down pillow being pressed over your face. You’re being suffocated then.

What an odd method of killing, considering they’re supernatural creatures, A strange disconnected part of your mind notes.

Your insides feel like they’re being turned inside out, like a hook dragging your guts out through your mouth. The muscle of your heart beats in a wild un-synchronized symphony of panicked thuds. James remains perfectly calm if not a little grossed out at having to be so close to you. But as he gets the first real taste of your life force – your energy – pulsing into him like liquid sun pouring into his hollow black-hole of a soul, he realizes he can’t get enough. Its not enough.

James can sense Steve’s rising unease as he continues inhaling from you longer than he planned to. Aside from the usual sweet flavor of fear, there’s an undeniable spice to you that brings James to life in a way he hasn’t felt in centuries. Like a finger curling at him, urging him to take more, to take it all.

“Brother, please,” Steve hushes to him in their mother tongue over the top of your head, an ancient Celtic language long since deceased. “You promised me.”

At this James abruptly stops inhaling and glances away from your eyes to meet Steve’s, his azure irises true and just as bold as they were when he was a human. The Unseelie Fae King let’s go of your face, steps back, and gives Steve a small but reverent bow. A show of the highest respect, especially coming from him who bows to no one and nothing.

Steve nods back in acceptance of this silent but profound apology and slowly lowers you to the ground. You have long since passed out by this point.

“She still owes me a part of her soul.” James states not really at anybody but just a promise for the forest to remember and hold you to. The trees rustle above them and eagerly accept the honor.

“Yes Master, perhaps we should take her back to her family so she may recover.” Steve agrees, suggesting the gentlest option for you as they both stare down at your limp body curled on the forest floor at their feet.

A sage expression gathers on James’ face, “I shall claim my debt after, then.”

The blonde vampire bows his head in acknowledgment and is about to scoop you up to return you to your home when James holds up his hand. Steve freezes in submissive patience, waiting to hear what his Master – his Sire, his Bond Brother – wants. James only steps forward and picks you up bridal style himself. Steve furrows his eyebrows at this, knowing James despises humans most of all among the creatures on this earth, but his expression stutters into grateful reverence when James adjusts you so your head drops to hang back, exposing the elegant line of your neck.

The Unseelie King handles you like a chef would a tenderly prepared meal.

“I fed, and so will you Bond Brother.” James hushes in that gorgeous ancient tongue as he takes one grand stride to stand right in front of Steve.

James arranges you so your feet touch back to the ground and your back rests against his broad chest, your dead weight no more of a burden than carrying a feather would be. He wraps a hesitant arm around your middle and cups the side of your face as your head falls to one side with an impossibly smooth palm. Steve’s eyes glow impossibly bluer as he stares ravenously at your neck, veins pulsing under the strain of your heartbeat trying to recover from the events of the evening.

“Devour.” James whispers knowing Steve waits for his permission.

Steve doesn’t hesitate to smooth a cool hand down your neck before licking over the skin thinnly shielding his favorite artery, like a doctor would wipe with a towelette of alcohol before sticking a needle in. The vampire snaps his fangs out while opening his mouth. As Steve is one of the original vampires his fangs are so long they are near the length of a human child’s pinky. James holds you steady, watching his Bond Brother fondly, before Steve hunches down over you. He opens his jaw wider and sinks his teeth into you like steel through warm butter.

The second your blood spurts against his lips Steve groans in absolute ecstasy as his eyes roll up into he back of his skull. He makes sure no blood gets on your clothes or his, having had much practice with this, and sucks from you like a man dying of thirst at a fresh cool spring. James leans forward and presses a brief but caring kiss to Steve’s forehead while his vampire continues to drink, lost to everything but the taste of your blood.

James smiles as the familiar feeling of intimacy at having a human’s essence pulse through their bond starts to come to life like rivers of mercury slowly weaving their way into a sea of blue. He can feel you inside himself and coursing through Steve, he can feel your leftover fear and fury, feel your subconscious panic even though you’re not awake. He can sense it all, like you’re part of him. Of course this connection will fade, not his bond with Steve but the bond you have temporarily formed with the both of them.

From the look on Steve’s face, he’s not tasted a human as delicious as you in a while. James mulls over this fact. His desire to possess you only grows as he casually strokes some of Steve’s hair out of his face when the golden strands fall over his closed eyes.

You will be his, and by extension Steve’s as well (when James feels like sharing). Though as you begin to pale in James’s arms he feels a strange urge to be selfish, to have you all to himself. Usually him and Steve share all their meals but as your eyelashes flutter in pain and the echo of your heart beat in James’ own hollow chest starts to weaken considerably, he shoves Steve off you.

Albeit gently but still a shove. Steve looks a little shook as he stumbles back from you, fangs red and dripping, but regains himself quickly from the frenzy of blood-food-meal-warm-life.

James looks down at you limp in his arms and before he knows what he’s doing, ever so lightly touches the tips of his free fingers to the assaulted skin of your neck, watching with foreign satisfaction as the skin heals instantly. Steve stares at James for a second consumed by a wave of shock. A shock that, when James looks up and sees, speaks of a side to the Unseelie King long since forgotten.

James hasn’t healed anybody (and never once a human) in centuries.

With monumental self disgust James sneers and chucks you to the ground, shivering like your touch revolted him. Before you can crash to the ground Steve catches you with unnatural speed and holds you bridal style tight to his chest, gently licking up the leftover blood on your neck under the careful eye of his Bond Brother. Steve always has been a compassionate drinker, feeling the urge to be tender to the human who’s blood courses through his dead veins.

James visibly relaxes when Steve pulls his lips away from your neck. Steve notices and sees right through him.

“Get this blood bag out of my sight.” James scoffs with regal distaste when he catches Steve staring at him with suspicious wonder.

Steve only bows obediently and takes off at a sprint, following your scent trail out of the forest and all the way to your grand home estate. You weren’t royalty, but your family’s money made you the closest thing to it apart from having actual royal blood. He easily picks across the vast gardens and grounds and jumps in through an open window that permeates your scent once he reaches the main house. Steve quickly gathers that you are a wealthy young lady of status by the grandeur of your family’s estate and the magnificence of your chambers. Steve lays you down on the silk sheets of your large four poster bed, hearing several heartbeats thudding out of sync to their own master’s rhythm throughout the house.

As he arranges your head to lay at a comfortable angle against your multiple feather pillows he can’t help but brush his fingers over the spot on your neck where his Master healed you. Steve doesn’t realize he’s smiling until he feels a distinct tug in his chest.

James is calling him.

Steve sighs internally (as he doesn’t actually breathe) before jumping back out the open window as silent as an owl with the moon on its wings. Just before Steve turns to sprint unseen back to the cover of the ancient forest he catches the name ‘Stark’ carved in a flourish on a stone crest sitting atop the stone wall boarding the estate’s main house.

Stark, Steve thinks as his body whispers through the night, No wonder she tastes so good.

Okay!!! So there you have it, the first chapter to my unseelie!bucky fic! Lemme know what you think pretty please? xxx

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Baron omatsuri and the secret island traumatizes me yet again, hooray!

Ok wow that was a nostalgia blast! Finally goddamn have a physical copy of this thing to own. Its never been dubbed and the only way to get it was this weird manga UK licensed reprint of a bunch of (i think) hong kong english subtitles. The style of the subtitles looks like that, at least. Its all weird and grainy and very very old fashioned early days of subtitling style, which contrasts completely with the modern dvd menus and box and stuff. And its also a weird combination disc of four different movies, it seems they just bought out a licensing package deal or something? And just baked it onto the disc without checking or editing anything. Its not really a funny sort of bad subtitles though, its just awkward phrasings of thibgs that are hard to understand or random typos or whatever, no legendarily hilarious stuff. I kinda dislike it more when subtitles are like this, when theyre like...actually written by a guy who speaks fluent english but he just never watched the actual movie so theres a bunch of rookie mistakes. Also has a strange case of what you usually only see on fansubs- the obsession with leaving everything in japanese to Sound Cool. Nah we cant call them the Tea Party Pirates we have to say the japanese word for that. Nah we cant have this man say mustache when he's doing the mustache pose and talking about his crew of entirely mustache men who all do this mustache pose NO it has to be Chobehige because its somehow deep and edgy to not understand the word for mustache. Like i feel if i was watching this sub first i would have no idea what was happening! At least its not as bad as that older sub i saw where they insisted on translating friends as "crew", even when it was llike..a singular. This one man is my crew and here are all my other crews! Like i feel like that subber probably originally did that dumb old fandom thing of INSISTING that you had to say Nakama in japanese and Capitalized and it was a Very Important japanese word for specifically pirate friends that was Impossible To Translate. And then they just did a ctrl + F replace on the whole thing and made an incomprehensible mess. Also for some reason sanji just yells DOCTOR out of nowhere (chopper wasnt even in the scene) and baron omatsuri's one syllable "oh" is translated as some long string of what seems to be baseball jargon..?

But ANYWAY the movie is still fuckin awesome and i actually noticed EVEN MORE dark shit and subtle storytelling that i missed when i was a kid! The whole 'small child zombie stares blankly at the place where a sword stabbed through his chest and cant understand why he got back up' scene is EVEN MORE emotionally destructuve than i thought! Cos the subtlety of the voiceacting seems to make the poor kid sound so tired and resigned to it? He's desperately asking and his father figure feeds him the same old lies he's done a million times about how he's totally still alive and everything is fine. Like wow i missed that inplication that this has happened before! And then he kinda sounds like he's actually aware that Baron is lying and he's just pretending to believe him to make him feel better. And then he starts turning back into a corpse and he doesnt panic like muchigoro or not realize whats happening like the grandpas do. He just looks straight at his hand falling apart and tries to lie to Baron to make him feel better. *long shot of him from behind before you see whats happened* "I'm just feeling dizzy again. I've got used to it." *him staring blankly at his body falling apart, not even capable of feeling sad about it anymore* "Don't worry...i've got used to it." *thud*

Like FUCKING HELL this film is the best damn existential horror thing ever and why the FUCK did they market it as a fun happy kids film? it probably would have been way more successful if the twist wasnt kept all twisty, honestly.

And also WOW YEAH theres a lot of stuff thats the subtlest goddamn storytelling in the universe and youd never notice unless you watched this film a million times like i did! Like during the intro when everythibg still seems all fun and cute and normal, the advert for the Totally Innocent Not A Trap Super Secret Island Resort is being read over some random shots of waves and stuff. But then right near the end you see those same shots again and it becomes clear that it was literally the view from Baron's eyes as he was falling from the ship and drowning, desperately trying to keep his head above water and strain his eyes to see if anyone else had survived. All the moments that just looked like camera cuts were actually when his head fell beneath the waves. Thats fuckin amaizng you straight up showed the ending in the beginning and we didnt notice????

Oh and also right before THE FUCKIN TERRIFYING MUCHIGORO DEATH SCENE you see him casually mention being 'sleepy' a few scenes earlier. It just passes by without notice and you think that he's just drunk until he suddenly starts going from comedic slurring to fucking asphixiating and the SKIN ON HIS FINGERS PEELING OFF. Oh hey! Another thing i didnt notice before! FUCKING THAT. A fun game for you on your rewatch! Looking out to find the secret finger horror! Ha ha ha...ha...

Also MAN OH WOW all the subtle signs of Baron getting more desparate throughout the movie and how it seems the time limit for the zombies was almost up and he had to kill these specific pirates right now because he couldnt spare even a few more hours. In retrospect it makes sense how he was slipping up and leaving evidence for the heroes to figure him out. And its just so subtly offputting and strange how he goes from making a big fun performance about the festival early on and then starts subtky rushing through the formalities faster. Like you dont eveb conciously notice the tone is changing until suddenly BAM the full change happens and you realise you missed all those signs! And aaaa its so fuckin sad how you see him come running when muchigoro drops dead and he's like fuckin GET OUT OF THE WAY DAMMIT and kneels down next to the body and theb he just..turns emotionless again and goes ITS TIME FOR THE NEXT CHALLENGE. It is time. Its now. Shut the fuck up and do it, i dont have time to deal with this shit, just die so i can bring my friend back. (Tho of course you dont know thats why at the time) And then whats most jarring about the whole scene to me is how he's like "okay fuck it theres no more fun theres no more attractions, if youre not gonna play along then the final game is just i shoot your damn head off" WHILE YKNOW STILL STANDING OVER THE CORPSE OF HIS FRIEND AND STARING DAGGERS INTO THEM LIKE ITS THEIR FAULT FOR DARING TO CLING ONTO LIFE and then a fuckin half finished hapoy fun carnival game sign pops up in the backgroubd and everyone walks past it. Why was that somehow both hilarious and terrifying????? Just fuckin 'whoops we had this thing ready to go but alright its murder time i guess' and everyone IS SUDDENLY PACKING HEAT AND RIDDLING OUR HEROES WITH BULLETS???

And also even more subtly Baron just?? Stays with muchigoro?? Like notice how the entirety of the endgame takes place around where the dude dropped dead. And how when mustache pirate guy saves luffy you see Baron just walking in circles around the same area angrily shooting arrows at nothing in complete desperation even though the dude is gone and itd make more sense to run after him. No he stays standing right there and actually looks really damn relieved when luffy comes back, he's like 'holy shit you really were stupid enough to walk right into my trap jesus christ im so glad but also youre a dumbass'. And he fights entirely using arrows at this point so you might not even notice that he barely walks more than just circling a two meter radius of fuckin DEAD BEST FRIEND CORPSE. Which btw blends intonthe shadows for this entire scene and they only draw attention it again after Baron wibs and muchigoro comes back to life. And UGH MY HEART you see him smile genuinely for the firstvtime and he's like 'im so glad youre okay' and muchigoro is like 'haha im more than okay i can do somersaults!' and generally being a FUCKING TREASURE and this poor fuckin horrible evil man is hugging his buddy and gently leading him away from the battlefield so he doesnt norice he was just fuckin murdering some dudes to ressurect him. God the scariest damn thing about this film is how the zombies dont know theyre zombies and honestky they probably wouldnt even agree with their boss's plan to kill people to keep them alive. They justvthink they live a perfectly normal happy life on hapoy festival island, and he wants them to stay that way and never feel pain again :(

Aaaaand then yeah the infamous scene of revealing this horrifying intestines flower is growing out of the flesh on his back and all the corpses its digesting are pushed against the undulating flesh of its throat like a snake devouring its prey. And its cutesy fake flower face grows infinate eyes as it just keeps laughing and laughing. And then it gets graphically blown apart and the poor goddamn parasite host tries to shove the bloody instestines back into its body, knowing that without this horrifying monster chewing on his goddamn veins all his friends will go back to being dead.

THE END

THE FUCKING END

God it ends so abruptly seriously

I still cry my eyes out every time at the ending monologue of Baron dying and meeting all the souls of his dead friends and theyre crying telling him he shouldnt be here, they wish he'd been able to find another reason to live without him...

And then THE END

JAUNTY MUSIC OVER THE CREDITS

THE FUCKIN END I GUESS

What a great but very oddly executed movie. Seriously i feel it could have worked better if it was given space to breathe and more deeply explore the dark themes rather than the weirdness of trying to fool the audience into thinking it was cheerful and innocent. Like all of this shit happens in the last 30 minutes of the movie! They spend 60 minutes on the fun carnival games! What a strange sense of priorities!!

I WOULD DEVOUR A MILLION HOURS MORE OF DEEP SAD ZOMBIE CONTENT

I am like the Lily of fanfics

Oh yeah btw the horrifying deadly elder god spine parasite thing is named Lily and it looks pretty much exactly like flowey from undertale. This film kinda spoiled me for that game LOL ive never trusted a single talking flower ever since!

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