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cielospeaks · 11 months

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ok predictions/reactions to f-h (not negative necessarily?)

firstoff the banner itself

-shame abt the 17 stuff. imo its really fucking clear that the people in charge of f e as a whole hate the game for its more whimsical/shonen/super sentai tone of “friendship and understanding” and just want a cringey “angst” fest (aka angst that just excuses horrible characters) like 16 (and to be fair a lot of other things in the franchise too). but like imo its not the worst. the vas are clearly doing a good job and the artist too, and its cool and cute to see ivy in the game, even if its just a seasonal

-the others i dont rlly care abt. if i liked e ir at all i def dont after she screwed over an entire country and her presumable former friends there just because she found out her birth family’s world is a place she likes better. like its awful what she went through but imo she still killed a person for no reason when she couldve just told the truth, and even if it would have been painful she should have taken responsibility for her position. but whatever its very eh. and thats all my thoughts pretty much. actually suprised f jorm wasnt the duo but whatevs

-the new story/new oc: i was rooting for all 4 alfr to get resplendent/ect darn it! oh well. it looks like most likely peo and plumie will be the focus (which is good for me bc i love plumie but i wish tri would get good things too ; ; ) and hopefully tri and peo will actually get scenes together acknowledging their relationship as sisters (esp as it was alluded to in last years peo! gosh i hope so pls.) bc b4 screwed them over (esp tri) big time with its fruitless and nonsensical “plot twists”

-another thing that im really happy abt is that the temptri stories (except b3 for... reasons) tend to not involve the main cast of the game, which honestly is a breath of fresh air. b2′s one was horrendous bc of the dragons and the retcons, but it could have been so much worse. 3′s too if im being honest. e irs obsession w the main cast is... very regrettable but also understandable, so it wasnt too much detracting imo. im just hoping they keep this up with b4 and dont fucking involve those horrible and ridiculous “plot twists” from book 4. can we please just fucking forget any shitty changeling stories/plotlines in any media ever pls. (except m l p. youre cool you can stay. cough cough unrealistic expectations for this kind of story cough cough)

-that being said plumie + peo is hilarious and sweet. plumie calling her a little petal or something is so funny/cute. and my kasuplumie shipper heart is like “aw plumie took up nicknaming people from kasumi!” like this is character development done right take notes b2 temptri. i think itll be really wholesome if they do end up being the ascendants for this year, seeing them become friends. i would have liked tri but i feel like it also fits as the two of them are the more active of their groups (mira is really passive, and i feel like tri is more distant than aggressive like plumie is). so plumie being super jaded and scornful + peo being really caring with no strings attached and self sacrificing will be really wholesome to see if it comes to pass

-new character: interesting that theyre a rearmed but ok saitama face. people are saying maybe 4/5 next but i feel like it could be 17 (and add less royalty characters- maybe one of the younger siblings, the player character, side characters/enemy only? morion pls im politely asking). i think the best case scenario is theyre the queen from the past, that would be wholesome to have her actually meet kind friends in the alfr. kinda like another character i dont really have anything against her when she was a child- she kidnapped and forced children to work for her just bc they were poor and from a bad home life as an adult, but as a child she was abused by her peers and only treated well by her brother bc he wanted to marry her off to them. like her actually meeting nice people and getting standards would be great but idk if itll happen.

-also just fucking release that dirtbag in the next mythic. just let the memes die. im sick of this guy and ive been sick of him for years. glad hes not much plot relevant.

tldr the good news is i get to save orbs bc i spent them all on not getting shez wooo (sarcasm) (also donny is so pure im so glad hes the free unit!!!! get hype!!!)

#i feel like if (plot twist) is the case ill just be like #if i had a nickel for every f h villain that i despise but theres a child version of them thats blue and i actually dont hate #id have two nickels which isnt a lot but its saying something #gameblogging

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arabellasleopardcoat · 9 months

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A Thousand Words (Daemon Targaryen x Reader)

Summary: You want to marry him. He wants to fuck you. The two things are not as incompatible as they sound.

Requested: Yes! Predator/Prey with Daemon.

Warnings: Smut. Vaginal unprotected sex. Animalistic sex? Sadistic Daemon. Toxic relationship. Mentions of breeding kink. PWP with baby plot.

You leaned down, examining a few bergamot flowers more closely. Asking for permission in a low voice, you cut three of them. They would be enough to soothe the children’s bee stings.

As you placed them in your basket, you heard a twig snap, followed by leaves crunching. You straightened up immediately, flowers forgotten by your feet. Your eyes glanced towards the tree line. There were no animals near you, apart from a few birds. Yet, the noise had been loud. As if the twig had snapped from something heavy stepping on it.

You knew these forests like the palm of your hand. You had grown up here, after all. There were no animals heavy enough to make such a noise around this area.

“Is someone there?” You asked, feeling a bit silly for doing so. Other than the chirping of birds and the soft murmur of a river near, you heard nothing. But if there was someone there with ill intent, they weren’t about to announce themselves.

Keeping your movements very slow, you picked up your basket and kept picking flowers. Despite always enjoying long treks in these woods, you were unable to concentrate on the beauty surrounding you. Uneasiness pooled in your stomach, all the hairs on your body standing up to attention. You couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. Every few steps, you looked over your shoulder, but there was nothing there.

This outing was meant to be meditative for you, and you were clearly not reaching that goal. The pressure of being the Lady of your household sometimes got to you. When you were a woman, it was as if you had to do twice as much to prove yourself worthy. Nature had always been a respite for you, yet today, peace seemed to evade you. You felt too anxious, too nervous, to be able to tune in with yourself. The ambience had been ruined by the sound, triggering all your paranoia.

You decided to head back towards the castle. Since you were still uneasy, you decided to take a few confusing laps, just in case you were being followed. You walked towards the darker part of the forest, where the trees were older and taller, their branches overlapping and obscuring the view of the sky. To anyone who was unfamiliar with the place, the twists and turns you were taking would throw them off.

Unfortunately for you, whoever was after you was not unfamiliar with the place. Now that you were in the more isolated part of the forest, you could hear footsteps after you, even with your pulse beating loudly in your ears. With a muttered curse at your own idiocy, you hiked up your skirts and started to run.

It went badly. You tripped over a root, going down hard. The skin of your palms lifted, slowly starting to bleed. And someone pounced on you from behind. Hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against a solid chest.

“Have I startled you so much you forgot your way in your own lands?” You recognized the voice just as you were about to shriek. Daemon Targaryen and you didn’t have much in common. In fact, you were total opposites. While he preferred the noise of the city, you enjoyed the calm of the woods. He liked dornish red, while you much favored arbor gold. He liked bedding a new woman every night, you liked compromise. And, of course, how could you forget? Daemon liked chasing, and you liked running.

“My Prince!” You tried to sound scandalized. This game of yours was one of your favorites to play, and you guessed this was why the Rogue Prince kept coming back to you. He enjoyed the thrill of the chase too much to not give in to it. “You aren’t meant to be here.”

“I can’t stay away from you. You know that.”

“You should.” You frown at him, playing your part. Despite it, you cannot help the teasing tone that your words take next. “It’s not proper, for a Lady and a Prince to be alone together, so far from other people.”

Daemon doesn’t answer. Instead, he pulls you more into his body, your back flush to his chest. He starts to press lavish kisses to your nape and shoulders. You nearly moan. Nearly. Because you have a part to play.

“Don’t. No. We could get caught.” You mutter, urgently trying to get him off you. So far, getting him into your bed had proven a piece of cake. Getting him to come back to it, slightly harder. Getting him to offer you marriage, damn near impossible.

In the eyes of others, you were nothing more than friends. Not even courting, despite his constants visits to your household. It certainly got tongues rolling among the realm, but there was nothing official yet.

“Come on. Just let me have you.” Daemon bites down on your shoulder, softly. “You know you want to.”

“Out in a forest?” You laugh. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

“It’s not ridiculous if we both want it.” He pushes your dress slightly lower, tracing nonsensical patterns on your back. “Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it, with how much you like the outdoors.”

“No.” You are lying through your teeth, and he knows it. Knows you. But it’s such a sweet game, that the two of you play. For you, it’s the high of getting to scream and bite and be as wild as you wish to, away from the stiffness of your everyday life. For him, you guess it is part of being a conqueror and getting to rough you up a little.

You are at a stalemate. You will never admit it to him, how much you enjoy this. Not only are you too proud, but you feel slightly embarrassed by it. There is a certain pride in being different, in not conforming to the role society has decided was yours to fill. Fate bends to your will, after all. You are someone who makes things happen, not someone that has things happen to her. Be it your own marriage plans, to commanding your household with an iron fist. Yet, you crave being made to feel helpless.

Daemon is not about to budge, either. When he thinks he is right about something, he is right about it and there is no room for arguing. His grip on your waist gets more restrictive. You stay like that, kneeling on the floor as he sits patiently behind you.

“What about a… Friendly wager?” Daemon kisses your earlobe as he speaks, softly. “If you win, you can leave. I won't bother you again.”

“And if you win?” You know already that Daemon is going to win. Not only is he competitive, but you don’t want him to leave you alone. Like, ever. You would marry him in a heartbeat, were he to ask. So if it is necessary, you will lose on purpose. It’s not the first time the two of you played like this. You have gotten talented at it. The key is in not making it too obvious, less you anger him. The male ego is such a fragile thing, and Daemon needs to be handled with care. He is as proud as you are.

“I get to take you. Here. As you are, in this forest.” He whispers, as he leaves behind soft, wet bites over your shoulders. Already, your blood is warming. You feel hot all over. Were it not madness, you would slip out of your cloak and dress and try to cool down.

You ponder on it for a few seconds, distracted by the feel of his mouth and the way his skilled fingers pull down your bodice. It’s a bad idea. A terrible one, in fact. But it does sound tantalizing. To be run down by Daemon, held down and fucked as if the two of you were nothing more than animals in heat is… Well, it’s certainly something. You don’t know if it’s the moon, or the way he seems to have a talent for convincing you of bad ideas, but you cannot help the way your cunt pulses when you think of it.

“Fine.” You say, in an annoyed tone. As if you are not as aroused as he is by the idea. “What do I have to do?”

Daemon’s breath hitches. You can hear it and feel it, pressed this close to him. He takes the tiniest intake of air, chest moving softly against your back, before stuttering a little.

Surprised. You know even without looking at him. Out of all the games the two of you play, this one has to be the one that has taken it further. It’s risky, and he probably offered it on a whim, knowing the odds were not in his favor. But you said yes. And that changes everything.

“Try to get out of the forest before I catch you.” His voice sounds dazed. It’s clear Daemon is still in disbelief. Yet, he is clearly eager to play because you can feel his hardness pressing into your lower back.

“I assume I will get a head start.” You tilted your head back and gave him a cheeky smile. The sort of smile that drove him mad. Daemon gave you a rare, soft smile, before kissing you. It was warm and demanding, forcing you to open up to him. When you parted, you were the one feeling nearly drunk on sensation. He was back in control.

“I’m feeling generous, so I will count to twenty before giving chase.” Daemon spoke, but the words didn’t really register in your mind. You blinked at him, slowly. Your brain had been turned into mush thanks to the amazing kiss. He smirked and spanked your arse. “Starting now. One.”

Jolted out of your trance, you stood abruptly. Your clock was running and you wanted so badly to complain you were not ready, but there was simply no time. Beside you, Daemon kept counting.

“Three… Four… Five…” Bewildered at the injustice of it all, you scowled. But Daemon's face remained smug, and so you had no choice. You stood up, wiping your palms on your dress, and ran off as fast as you could. You got a bit tangled in your skirts and had to stop to hike them up properly.

“Seven… Eight… Nine…” It was pronounced with a hint of laughter. Almost halfway. You wanted to scream, but you knew Daemon. He never played fair. Instead, you chose to duck behind some trees, so hopefully he would lose your trail.

You kept running, until you no longer heard his voice. The only noise you could hear now were your own agitated breaths and the soft sounds of the forest. If you were to make it out, you still had a long way to go.

Since you didn’t really want to make it out, and you were getting more agitated the more you ran, you stopped. Deciding to remain still until you heard his footsteps again, you sat down on the grass. But soon, you could hear the tell-tale sound branches make when being pulled apart, twigs and leaves crunching under a pair of boots.

It was not as long as you thought it would be, and so, you startled a little. There was a bit of panic gripping you, as well as excitement. You were pretty sure he would tackle you into the ground when he saw you, and you were not anticipating that pain. That this was happening made you feel small in all the right ways. As if you were no more than something to be conquered, to be caught, by a much bigger predator.

Crouching, you sprung out, your movements louder than you would have liked. You thought you had more time. This was not going how you expected it to go, not at all. You had barely calmed your breathing down when you were running again.

“Come here!” You heard him scream, and you resisted the urge to look over your shoulder and watch just how close he was. You sprinted, pushing your body harder. But your body was already tired from your earlier run, when you thought someone was following you. You were slower than usual.

“Come on. Give in.” Daemon’s voice sounded too close. He was not running after you, from what you could hear. Merely walking. Circling you, closer and closer, until he was ready to pounce on his prey.

The thought made you embarrassingly wet. Your thighs clenched, trying to get some friction on your cunt, but with how you were moving, it was nearly impossible.

“You boast a lot, my Prince. But I don’t see you doing anything.” You answer, cheekily. This time, you do turn around and look at him. His eyes are dark with hunger. It makes you feel small and powerless.

You remind yourself this is why Prince Daemon likes you so much. He loves how submissive you can be, how willing to play his game. You let your face show everything you are feeling, face contorted between arousal and fear, eyes darting restlessly searching for a way out.

Daemon walks calmly towards you. Instead of running, you remain rooted in place. It seems fear has frozen you. You let your skirts fall back down around your ankles, dropping all pretense to keep running.

He takes his time, circling you like a hound would do with a bunny. Waiting for the right time to sink his teeth and tear apart, until you are no more than exposed tendons and flesh.

“Now, now. Don’t look so fearful.” Daemon brushes your hair behind your ears. The touch is tender, a contrast to the sadistic glee shining in his eyes. It's clear the chase has been as exciting for him as it was for you. “I am a gracious winner. I won’t hurt you. Too much.” And with a dark grin, he is pulling your cloak open, tearing at the bodice of your dress, pushing you down. It all happens in a flurry of movement, too fast to follow where his hands are, too brutal to realize when it is that you end up on your knees.

Without needing to be told to, you go to your hands and knees. Daemon chuckles, pulling your skirts up and your undergarments out of the way.

“This was what you needed, wasn’t it?” You can feel his hand making its way between your thighs, checking your wetness. Your face heats up in shame when you hear the loud squelching noise his finger makes when entering you. Never have you been so aroused from looks and words alone. And Daemon can definitely tell.

You fix your eyes on the grass beneath you. You can hear how Daemon unbuckles his belt and shrugs off his pants. Then, you feel his weight on top of you, as he goes on his hands and knees too. His legs bracket yours as he forces you to lower your chest, pushing your face into the earth.

More shame and arousal twist on your belly. This is not how a lady should be treated, taken on her hands and knees, teats out and hanging out of her dress on a forest floor. Daemon is about to fuck you as if you were a common whore, and you can't help the gush of wetness that floods your center when you think of it.

“You did.” He gives an incredulous laugh, noticing how you are absolutely dripping. He rubs the tip of his member against your folds, coating himself on your slick. The feel of it against your hole, firm and scorching hotel, makes you squirm with the need to take him in. “You really did.”

“Stop teasing.” You complain, trying to move your hips and chase him. It's useless. The position Daemon has you in lets you do little but be smothered by him.

Suddenly, there is a pull in your hair, making you shriek. Your roots hurt, so you arch your neck, going with the movement his fisted hand is imposing.

“And who do you think you are, little girl? To order a Prince?” It's nasty and menacing, whispered in your ear as he forces your body to bow. “It must be so hard, acting so tough all the time. So collected, so proper. When, in reality, you just need someone to take you as the wanton whore you are.”

You can only gasp, seeing white stars reflected on your eyelids, the stinging pain of the pull heating your poor scalp and neck.

“I hunted you down. I brought you to your knees. I own you.” Daemon pushes forward in a single, punishing thrust. You scream, desperately scratching the grass for purchase. He is not very deep, but he feels huge, splitting you open in all the right ways. Often, when Daemon and you go to bed together, your foreplay is much longer. He is not as young as he used to be, or so he says. Despite it, Daemon finds ways to prolong your encounters even when his body doesn't cooperate. You are not used to taking him without preparation and it shows.

“I am in charge.” His voice comes out strained, through gritted teeth. He pulls at your hair, just for the sake of it. You feel sweat start to gather at your temples and lower back, both from the strain and how heated your blood feels. “Do you understand?”

“Yes.” You mutter, struggling to form a coherent thought thanks to the way he is fucking you.

“Louder.” Daemon snaps his hips against yours. His grip on your hair gets even more punishing. “Tell me you understand.”

“I understand.” It comes out in a sob, as you try to hold on to the grass, the earth, anything. Your fingers hurt from clawing at the dirt, your face slowly getting squished against the grass. Despite how much you struggle to stay somewhat upright, you are no match for his strength.

“What was that, my Lady?” The smell of moss and sweat fills your nose, as Daemon presses you down in an even more brutal way. He kneads at one of your breasts, cruelly. “I didn’t catch it.”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” You scream, voice hoarse. Your words melt off into a litany of moans, punched out little noises that seem to come out from so deep in your chest that they are more like sobs.

He lets go of your hair, encouraging you to lift your hips instead.

“Raise your hips.” His hand rubs at your hipbones, demanding. You obey, too weak to fight him. This is the part you like the most when you play like this. The way your mind goes blank, and you can focus only on obeying him. “Good girl. What would your servants think if they saw you like this? Their lady, reduced to a breeding bitch.”

The demeaning words bring you out of your haze. He can’t… Surely, he wouldn’t. You won’t allow him to ruin your reputation, not like this. You try to get up and fight his grip, but Daemon lowers his hand and starts rubbing at your pearl until you are a trembling mess. The last thing in your mind is getting away from him.

“You take me so well, little girl.” He coaxes more and more pleasure out of your body, forcing it to rise to impossible heights. You feel like you are about to fall off the edge, stomach tensing, knees buckling until you are face down in the dirt. His hands on your hips are the only thing keeping you upright, as you scream and scream, whole world blooming into pleasure. “You were made for me.”

No matter how much your cunt flutters and twitches in pleasure, Daemon keeps fucking you. He doesn’t seem to care that you are overstimulated, that it’s too much. He chases his peak unashamedly, losing all inhibitions.

“I’ll fill you up with my seed. Put a bastard in your belly." The words are spoken in a frustrated tone, probably not even meant for your ears. "You won’t be able to keep running, then."

While you have insisted on previous encounters that Daemon pulls out, you find yourself curious about his words. Is he really going to spill inside you? Being one to avoid compromise so badly, you would not have expected Daemon to even think of doing so. Has your teasing driven him so mad he is unable to contain himself?

Never before have you felt so smug. You have him. Finally. The satisfaction is too much to bear, so you decide to reward him by clenching around his member.

The reaction is immediate. Daemon curses and his hips lose all rhythm. He muffles his scream on your shoulder, panting wildly.

You get to marry him not even a month later. After all, returning to your castle in a grass stained dress, with the Prince in similar conditions, is a picture that speaks for itself.

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thedrarrylibrarian · 1 month

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When I first started Happy Hour, @crazybutgood made me the cutest origami mug that resembles the foamy butterbeer in my Happy Hour image. I had been so nervous to try something new and write recs instead of just do lists and seeing that someone had enjoyed my rec enough to sit and fold paper into art was really touching to me. Since then, our whole fandom has been privileged to enjoy this unique and creative art that @crazybutgood has contributed. It's a joy to invite her to Happy Hour to give her own rec.

Thank you to @thedrarrylibrarian for this opportunity and for thinking of me!

The fic I’d like to rec is A Christmas Miracle by @sleepstxtic (E, 39k)

Draco is a world-renowned Magi-Diagnostician and Harry is a Cursebreaking Healer, both working in St. Mungo's. They're not- quite-friends, not-quite-lovers, who argue at work and have sex on the weekends. And they're both fine with it, thank you very much. But when a mysterious attack in the hospital leaves Draco trapped in a coma, Harry must do all he can to save him. All the while, an inexplicable, deadly, children's illness is spreading through wizarding London. Oh, and there's some Time Magic thrown into the mix.

A Christmas Carol with a Drarry twist.

Though this 25 Days of Drarry fic is set during Christmas, it’s a perfect read for any season. @sleepstxtic (Kat) uses her own wonderful take on A Christmas Carol to weave together a gripping medical thriller with Draco racing against time to save Teddy, after himself going on a journey of self-reflection as he travels through time with his Ghosts of Christmas. The scenes Kat writes for the time-travel are as emotional and gripping as the suspenseful case in the present, as Draco, moved by his eye-opening experience, navigates his duty – and expressing his feelings for Harry. The characters’ (including great OCs) dynamics, personalities – especially Draco’s growth – and dialogues are deliberate, on point, and a delight to read. Plus, Kat gives an especially wonderful snark and demeanour to Draco that are not only reminiscent of her inspiration of House M.D., but is also uniquely him. Of course, Harry too has his own sassy moments thrown in with his softness towards Draco.

Why I especially rec this fic (apart from Kat's brilliant writing that I always love) is that by December 2023, I had been on-and-off and down about a lot of things, including fandom. Though I wasn't sure where I stood then, one thing I knew was that I could always count on Kat’s amazing stories cheering me up. This one came at a time when I appreciated anything to rely on as an escape and a treat, and adding it to my list of subscriptions to daily updating fics last winter was a joy. The anticipation and thrill of following a daily WIP is something else; I eagerly read as the story unfolded each day, especially mulling over what might happen next after each cliffhanger, which Kat is infuriatingly good at. Her story is a wonderful unique blend of concepts and feelings of despair, fear, hope, and love, gelling into a plot that'll definitely have you hooked. Whether you choose to savour a chapter a day in your free time, or treat yourself to a late-night binge, I hope you enjoy unravelling the mysteries of the puzzling illness, what happened to Draco, and his and Harry’s future.

❤️ As always, if you find a fic you enjoy, please leave the author a kudos or a comment! ❤️

#crazybutgood #happy hour #happy hour rec #happy hour guest rec #friday fic rec #happy hour guest fic rec #lots of love and happy friday

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leonscape · 3 months

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Lovers Swapped Personalities?

In an alternate universe, Chevalier is the king with the purest heart and Emma is the brutal beast (Emma the brutal bunny doesn’t really sound that threatening though).

Chevalier’s friendly aura is a huge contrast to Emma’s cold disinterest. People say horrible things about Emma behind both her and her husband’s backs.

They all claim that a woman shouldn’t act like that. She should be kind and welcoming, docile and warm. Some might argue because it’s how a woman should be; they’re supposed to be kind mothers to nurture their babies, not be cold and distant.

But no one dare say anything of the sort to her husband, the king. Of course it still finds its way to him eventually.

“So, Your Majesty, what did you think about the new book?” a nobleman asked Emma.

“I thought the story was a bit bland, losing track of events, and poor execution of plot twists,” Emma responded with her harsh criticism. The nobleman’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline and his eyes widened as large as saucers.

Chevalier jumped in with a nervous laugh, “Well despite all that, we actually had a great discussion on the book’s commentary on social issues and other themes that were presented in the book.”

“Oh! I’m glad! I really enjoyed what the book had to say and it really does make you think about our society,” the nobleman rambled on and on.

“King Chevalier married such a rude woman. Honestly, how could he stand being next to her? She should be by his side, supporting him, not bringing shame to the crown.” A few noblewomen just in earshot huddled together to complain and gossip.

“He’s a genius, a brilliant mind. Surely there is a reason why he agreed to take her as a wife and queen.”

“She probably manipulated him into it. She’s a commoner, the reason why she agreed to marriage was to climb the social ladder; marry into the Michel family and become queen.”

“But surely, King Chevalier must have his reasons on why he would take such an… unpleasant wife.”

Chevalier frowned and tried to tune them out. Emma stood next to him with a neutral stare. He knew very well that Emma could hear the group of women talking about them.

Chevalier took her hand in his, unashamed to show off his relationship with his wife. Emma didn’t seem to mind, the corners of her lips only slightly lifted.

“Is this your way of protecting me?” she asked with an amused chuckle.

“I need you to know that there is no woman that could ever replace you. You belong by my side and I by yours,” Chevalier told her, making a strong declaration.

The couple never cared much for public relations. They couldn’t care less about the gossip of petty noblewomen. Chevalier knew that Emma was the only woman worthy of being his equal.

Later on in the privacy of their shared bedroom, Chevalier stared at the page of his book. He stared at it as he got lost in thought. Emma snapped her book shut, grabbing his attention. “Just say it,” Emma told him.

“Does it bother you?” he asked.

Emma shook her head. “Why should it?”

“It hurts to hear people speak ill about your spouse,” he admitted. “I want people to see how great you are. But all they talk about is how unpleasant you are when it’s not the case. You’re not unpleasant.”

“Maybe to you, I am not unpleasant. But to others I am and I am not blind to this.”

“You’re not unpleasant. It’s actually refreshing to be around you.”

“Then why did you insert yourself?” Emma questioned. “Did you think I was being unpleasant?“

“You almost sent the poor man into the rose thorns!” he exclaimed.

“He was the one asking for my thoughts. I just gave it to him,” Emma said. “You feel refreshed because it’s what you need. You need someone who will be honest with you no matter the circumstances. But that is not the case for everyone else.”

“Perhaps you’re right,” Chevalier sighed. “I just wish everyone would see what an amazing woman you are.”

#i don’t know what this is #it was an idea #but i think i did not execute it very well #ok my writing sucks that’s half the problem #why do they talk like that #o god i’m losing my best writing skill #an attempt was made #mangled emmalier- chemma? chevma?#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikemen series #ikemen prince fanfiction #ikepri fanfiction

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phantomofthehoepera · 1 year

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rare look into the version of repo that I have playing in my brain when I listen to the soundtrack and which is completely made up. did not draw nathan and rotti because I love myself too much. design notes under the cut in case you want a look into my twisted mind or whatever

I wanted to have some kind of colour thing going w the largo siblings so luigi is red pavi is like purpleish and amber is blue but you can't actually see that very well SAD. also she's holding a pipe for reasons related to the slightly altered plot of the version of repo that I have in my brain. graves is like. idk still looks unnatural and weird but not in a makeup way more he just looks like that. also big chest scar once again for made-up plot related reasons. I tried to give mag a more old diva vibe bc I just feel like that's fun I like an old diva. shilo just looks basically the same I wet with this look in particular bc I think it's the one that makes her look most childish and I feel like that works with how nathan is treating her if that makes sense? anyway sorry for having brain illnesses

#like straight up some of these do not look at all like the characters but idc this is repo from my brain i do what i want #my art #repo! the genetic opera #luigi largo #pavi largo #graverobber #amber sweet #blind mag #shilo wallace

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wawawawawawawawawawawawawa · 3 months

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can we have more aspd izaya posts please please please please please please please please pl [ i am taken by the fog ]

*grabs u by the leg and pulls u out of the fog* yes of course u can my fine fellow :)

so!! i was talking to a friend about izaya having aspd and whether or not it was an intentional coding on narita's part or if it was a completely unintentional yet still valid way to view the character. honestly, evidence exists for both ways- the emphasis put on izaya's impulse control issues ans disconnect from the rest of humanity, as an example that comes to mind. but there could also be a case that narita didn't mean to invoke a deliberate coding of aspd while placing emphasis on these aspects of him

theres also the whole "two brain scans" thing. was this plot point narita trying to say that he didn't intend for izaya to have any mental illness whatsoever? but then again, brain scans are not exactly the most reliable source of diagnosing mental illness- if it was, we'd just use that. there are studies about aspd and brain differences regarding it, but i have no way of knowing if narita... read them. i don't know the man and i have no idea what studies are available in japanese, since i read mine solely in english.

there's also the study that throws a wrench in brain scan studies as a whole- specifically fMRI studies. it was one of those classic "subject put in brain scan and asked to identify what emotion a person in a photo is showing" except the subject was, ironically since this is a post on izaya..... a dead fish. so did narita see THIS? the study IS from 2009, but to comfirn if its even possible, i'd have to cross-reference the book the two brain scans thing shows up in with the date the study was published, and EVEN THEN the answer is still a big ole "i dunno!"

although, thru all this, i think i settled on an idea of what Might have happened. keyword MIGHT, it's not like i can go ask narita himself. well i mean i guess maybe if i tried really hard.... but i am not going to do that. it sounds scary and frankly i am a weenie, and i don't speak japanese

so, durarara.... is a story largely about the underbelly of society. ergo, there are a lot of tropes present in other works about these kinds of people, but they're subverted here. like, for instance, shizuo- he's the "dumb muscle" trope; an angry fighter who lives for the thrill of violence and that's why he's involved in the underground. except, shizuo hates violence, has tried to hold down regular jobs and is only in the underground out of desperation, and is very perceptive and philosophical. he's a subversion of the dumb muscle trope.

i think izaya was meant to be a subversion of the sociopath as a trope... and imo, you kind of can't really subvert that trope well without giving your character aspd.

"the sociopath" as a trope refers to a character with, essentially, zero humanity. they love nobody, care about nothing but their own gain and destruction, are sadistic for sadism's sake... et cetera.

taking a character and going "they ACT like a sociopath, but they're NOT one!!" is a common subversion of the trope... but it's not really a subversion, is it? it's a bait-and-switch. if a character seems like X but is not X, they are not X. the trope of X does not apply.

imo, for a subversion to really be... y'know... subversive, the character must still possess the original traits of The Sociopath, but they're twisted around and expanded upon

The Sociopath can't love? izaya loves all of humanity... though it doesn't stop him from disregarding their rights and autonomy, ergo still hitting ASPD criteria and still being a sociopath

The Sociopath can't care about anything but their own personal gain? izaya clearly cares about and loves his sisters, but it doesn't negate everything else he's done, or the other times where he has put his own personal gain first

The Sociopath can't feel or express emotion? izaya is demonstrated to be a coward and to have genuine phobias- thanatophobia, the fear of death, IS an anxiety disorder, as are all phobias. shinra describes him as fragile-hearted, and this description is accurate. but, izaya puts on a facade for the rest of the world- ergo, he can't express emotion (at least, not in the way someone without aspd could- it's... hard and scary to Drop The Act; vulnerability is scary and removes the subject's control of a situation, so it stands to reason that it would be difficult for us to do)

The Sociopath is a sadist for sadism's sake? izaya actually has weight behind what he says and does- sure, some of it IS for entertainment, but why he chooses specifically this as entertainment (namely, suicide) has enough bits of info for us as readers to extrapolate. the text doesn't make it explicit, but durarara is a series where paying close attention to minute details is expected and rewarded, so this is par for the course, honestly. and a lot of the things he does, although they result in hurt for the rest of the cast, isn't izaya being a sadist Just Because- at the end of the day he's a scared, lonely man, trying very hard to avoid the thing he's most afraid of in life- the cessation of it.

that's not to say that anything he does is OKAY, obviously, but there's weight and nuance behind it. izaya is treated as a whole human being, just like everyone else. but a lot of core aspects of his character parallel the sociopath trope so cleanly that it's hard for me to believe that it was completely unintentional. was he meant to have specifically aspd, the disorder? i'm not sure. probably not? but "the sociopath, as a trope, but fleshed out and given humanity" is kind of... what aspd.... is. as a disorder. which is why i think you can't truly subvert the trope without giving your character it, inadvertently or not.

anyway yeah this was A Bit different, although i prefer to do watsonian anaylsis i absolutely can do doylist too. i might do more stuff like this if yall like this one idk

#durarara #orihara izaya #izaya orihara #wasks #yaayyyy new meta <3 #i hope u guys like itttttt <3 #please dont be weird about aspd <3 on my hands and crippled knees <3

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Disney's Most Hated Villain 10 Years Later

Now when I say "Disney's most hated villain", I don't mean he's the Disney villain that most people hate most, I literally mean he seems to be the villain most hated by Disney themselves. The shots taken at him in Big Hero 6, Frozen Fever, Kingdom Hearts III, Frozen II, and even recently in Once Upon A Studio all seem to suggest that there are some people high up at Disney who just really did not care for this guy, like they blame the ascendance of "twist villains" in Disney movies on him and want to take it out on him, despite how massively successful and popular the movie he was the villain of was and still is. It's just the most preculiar thing. A whole 10 years later and we've finally get another traditional, openly and bombastically evil villain in King Magnifico of Wish, and given how utterly polarizing that movie is turning out to be among all the earliest critics and audience viewers, I have to wonder if he'll now become Disney new punching bag for setting this new course! I swear, there's no pleasing folks these days!

But this post is for some thoughts on him and why I feel a lot of people online still get Hans wrong. He's not the most competently executed and well defined case of a twist villain, nor is he the worst, most bullshit twist villain ever who needed to be excised from the film so Elsa could keep the Big Bad spot. Taking him as he is, Hans is a B grade or C grade Disney villain at most, with lots of character potential even if it doesn't fully come together in the movie itself.

By far the most common and greatest misconception about Hans as a character is the idea that the moment of the reveal that he was an evil villain the entire time, and the very nature of re-establishing and re-contextualizing his character as a villain, is meant to cast him as some devious, manipulative mastermind who was pulling strings for the film's whole present day plot and had ill intent behind his every word and deed, even if that seems contradictory to the character we'd been watching up to that point. This is false. Hans has never mastered the chessboard, only played on it. He had a firmly set goal from the moment he showed up in Arendelle - become its ruler - but he did not have any solid plan on how he was going to make this ambition a reality. So he was winging it the whole movie. I mean, he basically says as much to Anna in that scene yet so many viewers were too distracted by reeling from either shock or confusion over the outing of Hans as the bad guy that they seemed to miss that.

The crux of Hans as an antagonist in the film is that he is a broken soul who grew up miserable and with an absence of love in his life, and it warped him into a high functioning sociopath who can easily detach himself from his heart and emotions, becoming whatever the current circumstance or person he's presently interacting with best requires him to be in the ways that best advance his own interests. He's like the worst possible outcome of what Anna or Elsa could've grown up to be had their childhoods taken an even worse turn. And above all, he is a man of many masks, rarely ever showing his true face. The mask is hollow and flexible, serving as a mirror to whoever Hans is in contact with (His nice, adorkable, and worried moods perfectly match Anna's, his angry and confrontational moods perfectly match Weselton's, his saddened and sympathetic moods perfectly match Elsa's - absolutely none of it is authentic). There's only a select few times we see the mask pulled back and get to see Hans' true face, those times being these moments and shots here:

The first shot is him lowering the phony Prince Charming mask and visibly expressing that he was genuinely charmed to meet Anna. No, he doesn't have any "love at first sight" feelings for her, nor is he at the point where he plans on getting close to her and asking for her hand in marriage - it's simply an amused fondness for this quirky, clumsy Arendelle girl he just conversed with.

This next shot is him looking towards the mountain and realizing Elsa is there. In animation, there's even the briefest hint of a grin as he turns and gives orders afterwards, 'cause he wants to seize and exploit this opportunity to play the big hero for Arendelle. Also worth mentioning is that while Hans has no one he loves, he does treat his horse Sitron well. It's pretty much his only friend.

The infamous split second shot where Hans' eyes dart up towards the chandelier before he jumps to action and turns the soldier's crossbow away from Elsa and to the candelier that drops on Elsa. This is Hans as a Xanatos Speed Chess player shown in practice.

That smarmy, mean-spirited grin that comes over his face as he says the infamous, ever memetic line that reveals his villainy.

The shot when he sees Elsa has broken out of her prison cell. Again, the good guy mask is lowered to show he's not pleased.

THIS SHOT. This is Hans fully unmasked and fully unrestrained.

The last we see of him before he's thrown out of the story.

So what's with all the Hans hate, from Disney fans and Disney itself? TV Tropes' page of Character Perception Evolution states this:

I'm not sure how entirely accurate this is since from what I recall, Hans and the twist of his villainy was getting shit on from very early on. I have to disagree that the twist was not properly foreshadowed or at least not in a way that was substantial enough (aside from those "lowering the mask" parts, all of Hans' lyrics in "Love Is An Open Door" put his intentions and the angle he was playing in plain sight, he immediately flip-flops his position when Anna charges him with looking over Arendelle in the sisters' absence, and right before the reveal he straight up lies by omission to Elsa's face by not telling her that he's currently the leading authority in Arendelle and thus has the power to grant her leniency rather than "persaude the other nobles" to do so), but the execution of the reveal with his sudden shift into a totally different character than the one we'd been watching for the previous two thirds of the film absolutely should've been handled better in execution; he needed to slow it down a bit in between saying that notorious line and snuffing out all the lit fires in the room while expositing in a villainous monologue sort of way. The idea that Elsa should've been the villain rather than Hans and Hans should've been the male love interest instead of Kristoph are simply opinions, and I'm not exactly in agreement with them, more on that in a bit.

I've said it plenty of times before and will repeat: to me, the most crippling weakness of Hans as the villain of this film is that the way he's been designed, the very nature of his sociopathic character who always wears masks, mirrors other characters, and comes up with new moves to advance his interests, rendered it very difficult for us to get a good grasp on who he truly is and feel like we'd really gotten to know him by the time the movie was over. And you could make the argument this isn't a flaw so much as it is a necessary evil in order to make Hans' role in the story work as best as it could...but I feel that argument falls flat when Disney/Pixar later gave us a similar twist villain who did what Hans did but better and even more effectively as a full-fledged character in a much shorter amount of screentime.

Erenesto De La Cruz, like Hans, is first cast in a positive light and set up as a good guy in the story, though we don't meet him in person until the third act of Coco. Like Hans, he's got an amiable personality and fast strikes up a friendly relationship with the main character. Like Hans, he is very evidently not without genuine decent qualities. Like Hans, the reveal of him as a murderous sociopath who is the true villain of the story is a very shocking moment. And like Hans, he's a big factor in the climax and gets dealt a satisfactory karmic comeuppance. But the thing that set Ernesto apart from Hans is that he doesn't wear any masks to conceal he's "secretly evil". He has a public image that conceals this, yes, but for all the time he's on screen and an active agent in the story, he is his authentic self. All of the nicer qualities we see from him aren't made up, they're real parts of who he is...and who he is just also happens to be a vainglorious sociopath devoid of a conscience who will do anything to anyone under any circumstance in order to "seize his moment" and build up a legacy that keeps him the center of attention even long after he's passed away. While he's still under the mistaken belief that Miguel is his great grandson, before he learns he's actually that to Hector, he has him put away and draws a parallel to how he poisoned Hector to death as he does so - he was never at any point in life pretending to be Hector's best friend, "Hector WAS my best friend", as he puts it. And it just ultimately matters less to him than himself and his own self-interested pursuits. That is a truly chilling villainous character who leaves a strong impression after the movie's over despite how little he was on screen. Hans was almost that, but fell short of the mark because we were left with no clear picture of who he was.

Luckily for Hans, he did get other chances to show more character:

In closing, I will still have to defend Hans' position as the story's only true villain. Yes, Disney going all out with Elsa and her powers driven out of control from her fears as the primary antagonist probably would've been the best option, but once they were set on making Elsa much less of a villain than envisioned, someone needed to play the part in order to make the climax happen and it absolutely could not be the Duke of Weselton, a character so comically unpleasant and openly against Elsa and in it for his own interests rather than Arendelle's that there is no way in Frozen Hell that Elsa would ever be convinced by him of anything like Anna being dead from Elsa's own freezing powers. That lie had to come from someone who could convincingly make Elsa believe it because they'd come off so sincere, someone she'd think could have no possible reason to lie to her. It had to be someone like Hans, someone with a heart so frozen cold that he could effortlessly mimic human emotion he didn't really feel. That is a crucial part of the story's climax that, even beyond the danger to Anna's heart, was foreshadowed from the very beginning.

#Disney #Frozen #anniversary #disney villains #Prince Hans #analysis #opinion #criticism #defense #they wasted a perfectly good character

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Revealing my desired enstars shuffle units!!! I might make more posts about each unit in particular + what songs it'll prob sound like. First is the event card and second and third is gacha card and the rest is event

but for now here's a brief look into each unit!

dystopia : they are all mystical beings that live in a dystopian world where art and order is gone.

heartthrob : think aisle with you plus atoz but spin it. This is more of a sad nostalgic kind of love unit? Like basically a we used to be in love and I long for you kind of thing. CAUSE I KNOW VALENTINES ARE LIKE HAPPY BUT I WANT SAD VALENTINES OK ARGHHHH (gets dragged out)

wonderlandz : mascot cosplay group, imagine twisted wonderland met wicked drugs and this. ill explain more on who is who <3 vetarannoruma : a group doing a documentary about investigative work but then gets caught in a ACTUAL CASE, they somehow end up on a plane- someone gets shot???!!! and ibara throws a bomb somewhere-FIND OUT MORE IN THE NEXT EPISODE OF VEGAS TRUE CRIME-

5050' : so eichi is investing shit right and then makes a bet and loses sum money idfk to RINNE AMAGI? Turns out rinne is good at investing and shit but then eichi like nuh uh ur reckless kohaku is on the shuffle cause rinne and his dirty schemes. Kanata is trolling and Tetora is burning kitchens (i'll explain i swear-)

imaging : OHOHO THIS IS A HALLOWEEN SHUFFLE, so switch makes a haunted house right and natsume is like lets do a mirror maze *casts sum spell* then SUBARU gets caught in the spell and suddenly theres multiple of them and the other three members get trapped.

dia thieves : game show where they battle for fans and try to rizz you up but then stinky pr does smth and THERES A SCANDAL?????? find out more on dia thieves : broke asf....

phantoms at the opera : OK OK I KNOW MAYOI AINT IN ERE BUT I DIDNT WANNA MAKE IT THAT OBVIOUS. So hokuto is doing sum dramatica shit and then he gets a theatre role outside and then they have to act out shit think masquerade ball BUT THEN (here's the plot twist) THEY GET THRUSTED INTO A MURDER MYSTERY GAME BY GATEKEEPER (dun dun dunn!!!) SHIT HAPPENS NAGISA GETS INTO A CULT TSUMUGI IS HANGING OFF A LEDGE REI ALMOST DIES HOKUTO WRU and madara is yo mama.

CU2+ : So midori and hajime has been part of a buddy system made by es to cultivate good relationships between fellow idols, but they chat anon they all do so no one knows who each other is. Midori has been feeling a bit down lately and the rest of the support grp helps him but then everyone puts on a false persona because they want to be a better version of themselves. Hajime wants them to all meet in the real world at around 2 plus, but Midori has other plans...

Parasol : ARASHI WEARS A SUNDRESS TWO PIECE I REPEAT ARASHI WEARS A- basis is its a modelling gig and compared to arashi chiaki is TERRIBLE DAWG i love you chiaki but i know you can willingly go without bathing so on the day of the shoot they put so much effot in bad weather strucks and ITS A BRINK OF A NATURAL DISASTER.....but arashi is stuck and all alone....

PLEASE IF YOU HAVE ANY QUESTIONS THOUGHTS JUST YAP IN MY COMMENTS I LOVE TO RAMBLE ABT THEM <3

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what did you think of the iii finale?

SO sorry i meant to answer asks sooner but i just kept putting it off to better word my thoughts later. so um. Well

ill be very brutally honest, i thought the iii finale was stupid as all hell. i don't have the right words right now to fully elaborate on the specific parts i hated (maybe if i remember ill add onto this in a reblog,) but everything about it felt so unnecessarily rushed and nothing like the energy of the original show that i loved so much. and im not saying this to be a hater !!! trust me, i avoided speaking on the finale for a while on purpose, in case i just needed time to process it (i was iffy on the alien plot in ii14 on the first watch too but now i LOVE it, so yknow that can happen with sudden new twists and characters sometimes)

i really really wanted to like it, but as it simmered in my head more, and the more i rewatched it, the more ridiculous and out of place it all felt. they weren't just throwing spaghetti at the wall until it stuck at this point, they threw out the whole damn pot and wasted it all. (does that even make sense?)

most of all, it just felt so deeply disappointing. it did have some interesting parts (like the reference to the s1 finale or opening more on mephone issues) but they did them all so strangely, all i can think about is all the ways it could've been better. and thats honestly way more frustrating than just being plain bad.

so many characters were filed down and reduced to clean, perfect Nice Ones by the end just so they could have a sweet feel-good ending which really doesn't fit into any of the rest of the current show's tone, especially if they plan to connect it back to s2. on top of that, it all felt so undeserved and empty. there was hardly any real conflict, emotional or otherwise lasting any longer than 5 seconds at a time throughout the entire season for the character's rest by the end to truly feel cathartic. it felt more like those shallow kids movie endings where everyone dances together and everythings fine. and sure, i know kids are the primary AE audience, but so much of iii just felt near insulting how much the the characters would talk down and overexplain every single emotion they felt and end every conflict with a hug or whatever. its like watching petty toddler fights lmao

this is more than i was expecting to write and ill admit its mostly about my issues with how they wrote mephone by the end but whatever lol i do not like most of iii . sorry 👍

#meeple.ask #iii neg #ii neg #i do not like iii. canon iii didnt happen I wrote it now. its mephoj now. take my hand #also i will never forgive ae for what they did to fantube #fantube was the most weird nerd maybe romantic maybe platonic maybe qpps Secret Fourth Thing #and they made them into a nuclear cishetallo family #test tube is just Motherly Woman Character TM now they took her insane autistic scientist swag from her #iii3 was like. the last good iii ep i think. its my favorite still #iii4/overthinkers makes me so autistically mad i wanna chew my arm off #for numerous reasons #ALSO THE FUCKIG. INNER FLAME SHIT WITH SILVER SPOON GAH #ITS SO STUPID #THEY BUILT ALL THAT UP FOR WHAT !!!!!!#the most anticlimactic fight scene ive ever seen in any media #its so sucks. help.

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Okay, so. Since I haven't posted this already, this is the main idea I had for DreamCycle before I start writing it:

Basically, DreamCycle is a DreamTale alternate in which, rather than both Nightmare and Dream being Guardians, they are instead appointed Gods, the sons of the original Gods. Other characters I imagined would be of similar origin in different fashion would be Ink, Error, generally just the OutCodes. I'm gonna dive into Sovereign Rift (SR), which is a variant of DreamCycle in which Nm and Dream are Kings, rather than just normal Gods protecting the sun and moon. In SR, rather than there being different universes which you can jump between, all the AUs are instead a whole bunch of neighboring countries. (Shhh it's not Empireverse. They were also all born out of the original Gods, such as Nim, who will be going under the alias 'Gaia' for this.)

(The main Gods in this case would be the parent of each respective God. YES, the CQ siblings are canon to this idea, so Geno, Fresh and Error all have the same creator-mom. Reaper has a dad. Ink has his adoptive caretakers because his actual mom is very dead, and very much THE CREATOR OF THE UNIVERSE????? like bro. OP much? Yada Yada you know this part)

The twins were created with their mother's magic and instructed to care for the country of Ignicia as their mother tended to separate places at the same time before falling ill to erosion. (The cause of that erosion is a plot point later on, so I'll explain that when I get to it.)

Nightmare and Dream were created with two separate elements, both needed to spark life. The warmth of the sun's rays and the waves of the water. Sun and Moon, created to rule day and night. Nightmare was a drop of the same energy he could control, water, a goopy little puddle, ice cold. Dream was a ball of hot, hot fire. The two were each given an apple at their birthplace, told that the magic-infested fruit would build them a body just akin to their mother's, who was a remnant of the tree of which the fruit had been plucked.

(This basically granted them the ability to freely switch between two forms: One based on the apple, a fire-like figure for Dream, and the usual goop for Nightmare and then their 'passive' states, being the one they usually used to not expend as much energy keeping their magic protection up.)

Dream, being only seconds older than Nightmare, was awarded the title crown prince. Despite his usual childish nature, he proved to be a good leader as they both grew. With their mother growing more and more absent as years passed by, they became forced to take the responsibilities of the kingdoms into their own hands. Nightmare was working hard at being Dream's right-hand-man, but struggling under the apparent distaste the people had for him. Dream was reveling in the glory of his throne, but often was crushed under the sheer weight of the heavy crown he was appointed.

The main plot point is the twist that during a friendly duel turned traitorous battle, there's the first 'incident'. But rather than Nightmare turning on Dream and slaughtering a village as what happens in the original universe, Dream lunges a spear lit afire right through his skull without thinking. Then he feels the most guilt he ever has within his life. It wasn't meant to hit him, it was meant to scare him. But now his brother was dusting hurting because of him, so he immediately took to trying to heal him like he usually did when they fought. Except Nightmare refused. He ran off, his skull becoming slathered in a gooey substance as his vision faded. He wound up back at his own temple, dunking his head in the healing waters of the moon, vowing to never forget the day.

Later the same year, he fled the country, instead gathering the castaways, the forgotten and the unwanted by the strict leaders of Dream's Empire Ignicia, creating his own nation: Oscuro, Kingdom of Darkness. Swallowed by evil. Nightmare would forever be an empty shell, only half of what was of his childhood self, but his Moon remained in a form which obscured his past and hid his hurt parts. This meant war.

Through the rubble of the war marched out many other separate neutral parties, either wishing for peace or for their own benefit through taking no sides of the large war.

Such include, for the Gods:

Geno, Omnipotence and Time

Reaper, Death

Error, Destruction

Ink, Creation

Fresh, Illusion (Parasitism)

Other third parties could include for example Swap (Revolution and revolt, justice) or characters like Cross and Orphic, but that's the main idea

The main leading plot points would be:

- The rebellion against the 'Universal Law' with humans not being able to talk to Gods

- Dream's obsession with power (Savior complex and narcissism that was engraved in him after being told he's this great ruler his entire childhood and needing to meet up with those standards, else he lose his purpose in life. Yeah, self-esteem issues who?)

- Nightmare's desire for revenge ("You're not my brother anymore" is def gonna be said at some point and I will undoubtedly cry.)

- The consequences of the war among the people and other nations (universes)

- Ink's non-emotional state and how it changes with time

- Error learning to discern right from wrong because he's a nervous, angry wreck throughout the thing

- The breakage of the "Universal Law" resulting in the tree being killed and Gaia nearly dying bc of it, instead burying herself underground until it became so much that the wilting tree's instinct turn on her own sons to absorb the magic that is being taken away because of mistreatment of the Gods

-Fresh's subplot of creating a whole cult of people he can feed off of through his parasite

- Geno's prophecy of doom because he's seen wayyy too much, poor boy needs a break

- Nightmare creating his own nation after leaving Dream's in reluctance to his rule and taking in refugees who don't think they're treated right (Nightmare's gang would be his highest ranked generals ofc)

I THINK THAT'S ALL. I spend a reeeeealllyyyy long time on this. But I'm excited about what you guys might think! Me and a close friend are working on starting the actual book so we might release an actual start to the story at some point, if ya'll want it <3333

Thanks for reading!!

Some concept art:

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ratbaguett-e · 2 years

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Dom! Zhongli x AMAB Reader

~ Zhongli gives you the best head of your life ~

Oral (obviously), daddy kink, Porn with BRIEF plot, Zhongli giving the gawk gawk 3,000… pretty straight forward

- Enjoy and feel free to send a Genshin request 🐉 💙

Being born and raised in Liyue was truly a blessing, so much life and color everywhere, beautiful scenery, wonderful cuisine, and many job opportunities. The bustling atmosphere wasn’t chaotic like most metropolitan areas. It was relaxing. So relaxing that even the shyest of introverts could find a sense of peace by simply being in the presence of the citizens of the hand carved nation. It was home.

You enjoyed your job. You worked as a waiter at Third-Round Knock Out which was well known for it’s fragrant and perfectly brewed tea. Zhongli had been a regular at that place for some time and never failed to order the same thing. A tea pot full of high quality green tea made from the finest of leaves, he would order a small pot so he had enough to satisfy himself but not too much to where a fraction of the liquid was wasted.

That’s how you two met. After having him as a regular for so long and always being the one to serve him, you two had grown to like each other quite a bit. In short; one date turned into two, and then into three, and before you knew it you had spent nearly a year together. A prosperous year indeed. You both had never been happier and not once did he fail to show up to your place of work at his usual time and day of the week and order his pot of tea. Despite you reminding him countless times it was against the policy for you to consume what you serve, he would always offer you a cup. What a gentleman.

However, as happy as you were with your job, it got exhausting. Especially the day before the Lantern Rite. Lantern Rite Eve was arguably your busiest time of the year. People placing orders for the day of, ordering take out, or celebrating by eating in the restaurant. Whatever the circumstance, you were always booked that day and had a constant flow of orders to take and rush out to people, you were constantly on your feet. Thankfully you were closed for the actual day of the event. You can’t imagine how packed it would be otherwise.

That had been the case when you returned home. Zhongli was reading on the large rocking chair in the corner of the living room. He looked up to see you sluggishly walk through the door of your shared home. You had been called in early that day to help serve for breakfast hours last minute due to a coworker suddenly falling ill, as an effect, you hadn’t slept in as planned. The shift you were getting home from was for the dinner hours. Zhongli couldn’t imagine the stress and fatigue you felt.

He spread his legs expectantly, waiting for you to walk over to him and sit on his lap like you usually did and listen to him read. You did just that after lazily kicking your shoes off at the front door of your shared home. You situated yourself on his thigh, your body facing him. You rested your head on his shoulder and sighed.

He kisses the crown of your head and sets his book down after bending the corner of the page he was on to mark his place. He wrapped his arms around you and broke the silence by saying, “Same crowd as every year I assume?” You replayed with a small “mm-hmm” and Zhongli lovingly started stroking your cheek with his thumb. The dark circles under your eyes became more prominent in the dim lighting of the room. You looked so tired.

Even so, Zhongli couldn’t help but admire how handsome you looked. You looked slightly rugged from the chaos of today, yet your young face kept you looking boyish and charming as ever. He admired you some more until his thoughts became more twisted. Thoughts of you writhing underneath him and letting out those sexy noises whenever he feels you up the right way. You were the real divine being in his eyes.

You sensed him staring and looked up at him with a soft smile and a peck to his lips. You chuckled before stating, “I know, I’m a mess,” and returned your head to his shoulder. “Even so you’re the most precious thing I’ve ever held, your beauty rivals that of the freshest glaze lilies and your charm is never dull.” You blush at the compliments. He’s always been such a sap. A poetic, handsome, knowledgeable sap who knew just the right words to say. “I’m glad you think so,” you reply with a shy smile. He lifts your chin to look him in the eyes, “I know so.” He ends the sentence by sealing your lips in a kiss. One that grows more passionate and heated.

He separates briefly to lift you up and place you in the rocking chair. He reconnects your lips, keeping you distracted until you become aware of his hand unbuttoning your uniform shirt. He had managed to undo your apron as well without you realizing, it was now a heap on the floor, soon to be forgotten. Once your shirt was all the way undone he moved his lips to your chin, then your neck, your chest, your abdomen. Once he reached your belt he looked up at you from his place on the floor and threw you a rare, cheeky smirk.

“May I?” He asks the question seductively, making you stutter. Once you finally answer him with a shaky, “yes you may,” his hands reach up to the buckle of your belt and slide it free from the loops of your pants. He undoes your dress pants and slides them down along with your underwear. They now pool at your ankles and Zhongli is face to face with your hardened cock. You had gotten hard as soon as he started sensually kissing down your body, you were flustered as he looked up at you. You turned away with a heated face waiting for him to do something. Anything.

Still looking away, you started to ask, “Can you stop starting and actually do somethi- AhH~” you interrupted yourself with a moan at the feeling of him circling his plush lips around your tip, slightly salty with precum. He shallowly bobbed his head a few times teasing your tip. You finally looked down at him and let out a hiss as he finally sank deeper onto your length. He held his head at the hilt of your cock for a few seconds and finally started moving. You threw your head back and let out a groan at the feeling of him sucking you off.

Your head rested against the back of the chair as he continued to bob his head up and down. The lewd, wet sounds of him slurping your cock turned you on even more. You felt him start to use his tongue to rub along the veins and prod at the hole of your cock. You let out a higher pitched moan and put your hands in his hair as he lightly and slowly ran his teeth along the veins and ridges of your cock. He then hollowed his cheeks so he didn’t hurt you with his teeth and continued his faster pace from earlier.

You gripped onto his air for dear life, feeling an orgasm approach. You were whining and begging for him to make you cum. “Ugh~ please daddy… I-I’ve worked so much today~ mmph-“ you let out a muffled mewl due to a particularly hard suck from Zhongli. He chuckled at your reaction making your body heat up. He continued harshly sucking and expertly using his tongue. The slick sounds of his mouth on you still resounding throughout the room, turning you on more. “P-please keep going… I wanna c-cum in your mouth daddy please.” You don’t know how you managed to get that out through your incoherent babbling and whimpering, yet Zhongli understood that you needed this.

He looked up at you through hooded and predatory eyes and gave you one last harsh suck and wetly slurped his way up to your tip, giving it a kiss. He repeated this one last time while maintaining eye contact which caused you to finally have a mind numbing orgasm right in his mouth. You moaned lewdly as your eyes crossed and you threw your head back. Zhongli held his mouth at the base of your cock for a few seconds until he felt you stop seeping into his mouth.

He brought himself off of you with a pop and helped pull your pants back up and button them again. You were panting and sweating with a blush on your handsome face. Zhongli stood up and picked you up out of the chair, carrying you to your shared bedroom. “How about we clean you up and get ready for bed dearest. You seem quite spent,” despite the subtle teasing of his words, his smile towards you was soft and genuine.

You washed yourself up and climbed under the covers with Zhongli, kissing him goodnight and cuddling into his side. He smiled down at your sleeping form in adoration and dreamt of how he’d make you repay him at a later date.

#zhongli smut #zhongli x reader #genshin smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #amab reader

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koshirulynn · 2 years

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-What's mine is mine.-

High school AU Ike eveland x depression recovering!reader(???)

-What's mine is mine.-

In where,your only friend was Ike and you meet his good friend Vox.All teasing then turns into competition.You find yourself stuck in between an annoying fake corspe husband and a jealous novelist.

(This is all for fun and jokes.Pleas do not take this seriously and if any included streamers see this then I'm so sorry)I hope you guys enjoy!

The grey clouds filled the sky.The breeze made you shiver and clench on the book you were reading.Flipping every page of the novel made you more invested,the plot was intriguing and enjoyable.Cold,the tips of your nose and fingers were.

You had the urge to leave to go to the cafe near by.Desiring the toasty feeling when you enter,the smell of the bitter sweet coffee beans and the comfort of sitting in the dim light setting.Yet night was becoming visible.The darkness engulfing the once bright blue sky.With time passing the grey clouds vanished with the sun.

You knew that you weren't wanted at home.You didn't even know if you should call it home.Not knowing if you ever had one at the start.Your mother had died a few years ago and with your father refusing to even call you his own child.He was ashamed of you.He didn't even know who you were and how you were like because he decided to leave your mother for some random hooker.It was too late for your mother because she was pregnant with you.

You were the mistake that no one wanted and even when your mother was alive,she didn't care of you.You just didn't fit in anywhere and not even in school.The only friend you had was Ike.

'couldn't take it' 'I wouldn't be able to'You always thought to yourself.Knowing that even if you did have more friends,you would just ruin the friendship. It wouldn't last anyways,although the thought of having more than one would make you feel more happy.That was false,you knew that you would be unhappy because of how problematic most people were in the school you attended and even online.

Avoiding everything was your goal.Until now,you still didn't understand why Ike was still your friend.You knew you would lose him anyways.It was a lost case from the start.'Just why did he not give up on you already?'That was your first thought when it came to the friendship between you and your bi-haired friend.

Leaving the park,you went straight to your dark and gloomy apartment.You were living off of your grandparents will.They had died way before you were born but everything went to you as that your mother was an only child and not married.

"Welcome home"You twisted the key into the hole of the door to enter.Placing the book and your sling bag on the stone counter table.You always said that to yourself when you entered your apartment.You were alone like always.

Having school the next day made you sigh in anguish. frustration and pain was all you felt when you needed to study.A biology test tomorrow was the last thing you wanted.Although you were a straight 'A' student,you couldn't let a mini test slide like that.You always studied Science,Biology being your strongest as that you wanted to be a doctor.Your only dream was to become a doctor so that you could figure out what was wrong with your mother when she died.You needed to understand and know the cure for your mother's illness.

It was the only reason why you were still alive.You couldn't take life already.Being a high school student with no guide or support made you feel like you were not needed.With homework,projects,constant study and no rest,you had no choice but keep all your frustrations to yourself.Crying alone most of the time in your pitch black room,not even Ike,your only friend knew that you were like that.

After studying on an empty stomach,you decided to sleep with the lights off once again.

Waking up early,you showered.Not showering for 3 days lead to you having really greasy hair.The warm water hitting your skin made you feel fresher than ever.You were enjoying the suds.

After you showered,you put on your uniform.The skirt was too short for your liking/The trousers were too long for your liking.Even so,you just continued like always.

You dried your hair with the hair dryer as the instant noodles was boiling.You had added an egg for extra protein because you read online and that you wanted to take care of your health for once.

You actually tried to recover from your depression.Not wanting to take the pills anymore.You stopped paying for the therapist that barely even did their job right.The results of you being independent was more effective than you actually attending the sessions.Although it may not be for everyone,you certainly did feel better.

Slurping the delicious food in front of you,you had the novel you were reading yesterday on the table.

"Moving on from the usual spot I was,this was for the greater of good.I needed to get out of my comfort space and try something new"You recited the words on the book.Thinking that the quote was well written and thought about,you actually considered to take this advice into consideration.

Your thoughts before was clashing in,but you wanted some change.'Maybe today is the day'but you shook off the feeling.It felt a bit too much.

You made your way down the hallways of your school,book still in hand.Your slightly heavy backpack made your back ache.Walking through the door of your first class early,you went to your desk and rested your bag beside you.You went straight to reading the novel.

Not seeing an ash grey haired boy sitting at the front of the class,he called out for your name.

"Hey Y/n"Attention now his,you look up slightly from your book.Your eyes met with golden pupils.This made you shook to the bone as that you didn't hear the footsteps of your friend.

As a result,you hit Ike in the face with the item in your hand by accident.Your reflexes was to defend yourself made you apologize immediately once you saw that he was holding the bridge of his nose.You knew that it was painful.

"I'M SO SORRY IKE" you whisper shouted with embarrassment written all over your face,

"I-it's fine Y/n,I'm sorry for scaring you"Ike replied back.

Although his nose was probably bruised,Ike found your reaction adorable.Inches away from your face,seeing your eyes when they widened when you saw his golden eyes,The way you apologized made him think that you were just the cutest thing ever.

You covered your face with your hands in embarrassment.Not wanting to see what occurs next.As calm as Ike is always,he just pulled the chair in front of you and sat on it backwards so that he was facing you.

"so how are you?"He asked like you didn't hit him in the nose by accident just seconds ago.

"I'm alright to say the least"You replied with a sigh leading on afterwards.

"How are you"You had stopped covering your face with your hands and looked at your friend.Ike was shocked to see that you had continued the conversation because usually the conversation would end just there.

"I'm great,thanks for asking"His mood was now enhanced with happiness.

"Did you study for the Bio test already?"You inquired.

"ye-"Ike was cut off by a group of people coming in the classroom.It was the people that Ike usually hung out with.They were heading toward you and Ike.

"Ikeee morningg"One with a blonde streak in his hair greeted your friend as they all sat around you.

As they said their 'hellos' and 'good mornings' you decided to continue reading the 400 paged book that you were more than half done.Now paying attention to the novel that was in your hand,you didn't realize that someone was looking at you.

"Who is this cutie?"A deep voice spoke.You looked up from your book for a second then went back to reading.

"don't call me that"You spat back while you continued to scan through the current page you were on.

"feisty"he replied back as the others laughed hysterically at their rejected friend.All of them were laughing except Ike.His expression was stoic and still.He didn't like the fact that his friend attempted to flirt with you.Ike knew that your reply only fueled Vox to get to know you because Vox has never been rejected by anyone but Ike himself.No one noticed that Ike was like that during that moment,not even you.

And Ike was right. Vox has been approaching you ever since you met him a week ago.He was being extra kind to you and you didn't like it.You didn't like that you had Vox's attention during lunch and in between classes.

You didn't like his demeanor,he was too persistent for your liking and when he was with other people he was too different.He treated you differently and you just met him a week ago.

--time: 07:25 AM--

You were on your way to school,now that it was winter you could see your breath in the air.Wearing your long puffy winter jacket and gloves,made you warm and toasty.The snow was light but you felt very vulnerable in the cold.

Speed walking on the path,you finally made it to the entrance of the school.The heating was not even on because it was too early.The first place where you needed to be was at the locker area.As that you had another Biology test,you wanted to do extra study.

You saw someone who you haven't spoken in a while,Ike.You actually missed his company.

The sounds of each step was audible in the echoing hallways of the school.Once you had made it in front of your blue haired friend you waved at him.He was organizing the contents within his locker.Ike didn't realize that you were there.Once he saw you,he felt guilty.

He had been ignoring you ever since you had met his friends.Ike didn't like doing it but he just wanted to ignore you.He had his reasons of course but he didn't have the voice to tell you.He had been holding something that he wanted to tell you in for a long time now.He couldn't tell you though,not just yet.

"morning Ike"

His chest feeling tight,he ignored you once more.Bashing shoulders into you after he closed his locker shut.Ike sprinted off down the hall.This left you confused but then you heard a certain deep voice coming from behind you.

"Hey Y/n"The black haired male greeted you with a slick smile.

"hello Vox"you couldn't help but feel sad as you were accompanied by the tall fake corpse husband.Sighing in confusion,you just continued your day.

It was now after school and the boys had band rehearsal.As per usual,Ike was early,his last class was business and the teacher always let's the students out 10 minutes early.Ike was standing at the microphone, adjusting it to his height.

"So what was that about?"Leaning on the side of the door way was Vox.With his eyebrow raised and crossed arms.The ombre blue haired boy looked at his friend with confusion.

"what do you mean?"The glasses boy put all his attention to Vox.

"In the morning with y/n,I saw the way you shouldered them"Vox was now making his way to sit on the empty chair in the room.

"that is none of your business.."Ike trailed off with a hind of sadness in his tone but Vox noticed the sudden change in his voice.

"wait,what's wrong Ike?"Concern laced over his voice.Ike didn't want to talk about it.He sighed,getting closer to Vox.Ike stomped his leg on the wall.Pinning him to the chair.

The sudden change in the atmosphere made the both of them feel tense.The change of expressions of the both of their faces.Vox with a smirk as he liked what Ike was doing to him and Ike glaring at him with a dominating aura surrounding him.

"I saw them first,they're mine."The shadow on Ike's golden eyes made Vox shiver with pleasure and curiosity.

"this morning tells the opposite"Vox rose his eyebrows up once and then smiled.Ike looked at the sitting boy up and down before putting his leg down.

"keep your hands off of them."Mysta and Shu had came in the room just now.They were laughing as the came in and they didn't see a thing.Vox wanted to see more of Ike but he couldn't risk his friendship over curiosity and a crush.

Walking home alone,Ike received a message.That angered him with pressure.

Vox:you will have to tell them before I do Ike

(Vox was lucky that Ike wasn't in his car.He would have ran his friend over with the car)

Another day at your High school.You were speed walking down the hallways as you had finished a double class with Mr Evans.Now that it was lunch you wanted to got to the library without Vox seeing you.

You wanted some peace from him.He would continuously talk to you and you just wanted to read the sequel book that you finally got your hands on.You shared no interests and had nothing in common.All you needed was to sneak through the locker area and into the library.But the problem was that Vox would be at his locker during this time.

You were slightly bending your knees as you saw the person you didn't want to be noticed by.You were at the side of the locker area,you were peaking at him and wasn't aware that someone was behind you.

"what are you doing y/n?"Ike whispered also copying your position.This shocked you causing you to slip.You closed your eyes to feel the impact but instead you felt someone's arms on your waist.

"Are you alright?"Opening your eyes you saw Ike.His arms wrapped around your waist and he wasn't wearing his glasses as that it fell on the ground.

Scurrying to get back on your feet and you picked up your bag in a rush.You felt two hands on each of your shoulders.You turned your head to see a familiar raven haired male.

The atmosphere then turned intense all of a sudden.

Ike then grabbed you by the arm hard and pulled you in.Wrapping his arms around you once again.

"what's mine is mine."

#ike eveland #fanfiction #luca kaneshiro #mysta rias #shu yamino #vox akuma #luxiem #nijisanji #nijisanjien #ike eveland x reader #vox akuma x reader

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akatsukiky · 1 year

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Plot twist, I’m physically incapable of sticking to one idea. Thus I present for LMK tumblr’s review:

Ao Lie goes to Ninjago.

S3 + S4 LMK Spoilers; just a lot of Ninjago spoilers, I don’t know what season each is from anymore </3

Because I’ve been poking this concept of Ao Lie, ill and dying from what remains of the Samadhi Fire within him (the rest passed, dampened by cultivation, unto the next generation), accidentally find his way into Ninjago.

Specifically Ninjago of old, during the era in which Wu & Garmadon were still kids (specifically when Aspheera was still free). The idea of him meeting them, befriending them and FSM & accidentally becoming their uncle, helping them in their misadventures (the Forbidden Spinjutsu Scrolls, the Devourer bite, their quest to cure Garmadon, Garmadon leaving to join Chen, and their eventual fallout) and living longer than he had expected thanks to FSM is all just so interesting to me.

This unaging dragon prince who is literally on the verge of death gets voluntold to keep living by a bunch of almost-humans. And that’s another thing! Wu & Garmadon are both partially dragon, meaning Ao Lie will understand those smaller nuances in them- see them fully in those softened instincts of distant times, different in details though they may be, and lend his own knowledge.

If Ao Lie did live through to the current ninja then I feel like he would take a backseat in everything that happens. Outside of token attempts to reach Lloyd (and Garmadon when he returns), I feel he wouldn’t do much for the pilot and most of the first two seasons (Rise of the Snakes & Legacy of the Green Ninja). I think for the Devourer fight he would focus more on helping evacuate the city, maybe even use that dragon speed stuff that Mei does. For the Overlord fight, however, I believe that would be a big enough issue that even his mindset against rash action would abide by going with the ninja. Of course, there would need to be a reason why he doesn’t just wack Overlord or get evilled up; maybe proximity to the bad goop stirs the Samadhi Fire some.

Maybe he would be needing to take a step back afterwards if that’s the case, refocus on strengthening his golden core now that FSM’s seals are weakened. To that end, for season 3 (Rebooted), he would be at Garmadon’s monastery and spend the season protecting it. Similarly, he would be absent for season 4 (Tournament of Elements).

I need to watch/rewatch Possession, Skybound, DotD, Hands of Time, and just generally everything post-season 4. When it first came out, we couldn’t watch a lot of them for some reason and I picked it up again only for a little bit after Sons of Garmadon. Now usually when I go to rewatch it, I always end up rewatching up to Tournament of Elements or just ToE since it’s the best season imo.

Regardless, when I finish a few of those, I’ll add a second part to this :)

#lmk #ao lie lmk #ninjago #back on my shit #lmk x ninjago

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ccristata · 2 years

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Breathing Through the Pain

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Narrator

This story probably needs more context but I don't have the brain to give it right now. So, the set up is narrator has had an episode and was complaining about it and Jake starts trying to problem solve. Narrator has an unspecified chronic illness but this is 100% self-serving and I have chronic asthma and migraines. Enjoy!

“Jake,” I sighed. “Jake.” My firmer tone cut him off in the middle of his monologue about specialists and habits and medications and solutions.

“It’s not that simple.”

“I never said simple, but you can’t-“

“It doesn’t work that way.” I dropped my voice to just barely audible and I hate the way it shakes but I think it was what got through to the stubborn man across from me.

Jake sunk into himself a little, reigning the fight in himself back but it still shone in his eyes. I smiled softly and sadly.

“I know you’re used to being the top one percent of the top one percent of the top,” I waved as I let my list trail off. “But it doesn’t- this- *I* don’t work that way.” The grumpy pout on his face almost made me smile again.

“I know you’re used to pushing through… challenges, records, pain, limits, even what people think is possible!” I could feel my face twisting with astonishment and hope at his accomplishments and drive until it fell away at the comparison of mine. “But I can’t do that.” I watched him cross his arms and lean against their counter as I paused to choose my next words carefully.

“When you have a problem or… a limit… something you need to get through. You practice, train… try it and fail and see what you can learn from your failures. You analyze and study and practice a hell of a lot more. I know you work hard. But end of the day? You push through. Take the extra g-force, breathe through the tunnel vision, grit your teeth, pull up your bootstraps, and push through.” I tried for levity but the blank look on his face told me I failed. “But I can’t do that. There are things I can do, ways to gently increase my limits, and I’m sure I’d benefit from a little more exercise but if I push myself too far, I don’t break records, I break myself.” I was trying so hard to maintain my calm exterior but I could feel the frustration and sorrow of a lifetime of this BS weighing against me, fighting to spring through.

“I can’t fight for everything, I can’t keep pushing to be the best all the time, I can’t keep up with your standards because if I tried, I’d put myself in the hospital!” Case in point, I was losing hold of my emotions and my breaths were now distinctly shaky. Jake started to move across the room towards me. I pursed my lips to try and keep the tears at bay but I instinctively reached out for him. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and tucked my head into his chest when he got close enough. I felt myself start to soften in his embrace and the guilt crept in that I was throwing this negativity at him for wishing I could be cured. I wasn’t trying to make him the bad guy for working hard and being successful. I was hurting but that’s no excuse for making it sound like the world is constantly plotting against me.

I sniffled a little as I pulled my head up to look him in the eyes. “A hundred years ago, I couldn’t have dreamed of the things I can do because of modern medicine.” I shrugged and looked away from the intensity of his gaze. “And I have meds that do work most of the time, and I can afford them. In reality, I am in the top -whatever- percent of efficacy. My scale is just different from yours.” I started frowning again as I forced myself to meet his eyes. “It always will be.”

Our eyes stayed locked and I could feel the tears welling up in mine.

“Hey,” His voice was softer than it had been earlier and he moved a hand from my waist up to cradle my cheek. “Shh, shh. It’s ok. Take a breath.” I let out a soft sob at his gentleness and melted into his embrace.

“Come ‘ere.” He gently braced both hands on my waist and lifted me to sit on the counter. We rested against one another for a handful of breaths.

“Hey,” he broke the easy silence with a gentle tone. He waited until I met his eyes and kept my gaze with a serious look. “Ok.” I could have started crying again. He was telling me that he had listened, that he was dropping the argument, the fight that he always pushed to win, he heard me and we were going to have this conversation on my terms.

#whumptober2022 #no.15 #breathing through the pain #top gun maverick #fanfiction #discussions of chronic illness #discussions of being chronically ill #jake seresin #hangman #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake seresin fanfic #jake seresin x OFC #jake seresin being the complete and utter sweetheart that he is

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princessofxianle · 2 months

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I’m the anon that asked you all the questions about your FX backstory AU, and I have another question!

1. How did Shen Liang die?

2. In one of your previous posts, you implied that SL and FX meet again when SL’s a ghost, and it seems like she torments FX whenever they cross paths. What made Shen Liang care about Feng Xin?

3. How did Shen Liang feel when Feng Xin ascended? Was there even the tiniest bit of pride at having her didi become a God?

4. Does Feng Xin ever get angry about how badly his sister treated him? And does he ever tell Shen Liang the extent as to how badly she hurt him emotionally?

5. In one of your posts, Hua Cheng introduces Feng Xin to his mother. Why would he do that?

6. If Xie Lian ever found out about Feng Xin’s childhood, would he be angry with Shen Liang on FX’s behalf?

Omg its one of my fav anons HI FRIEND, I’m sorry this took over a mOnth, I’ve been trying to stay sane irl but still wanted to get you quality answers bc your questions always get me GOING and help me answer some things even I still dont know

for reference:

| more asks | meet the OC's (FX's family) | #fx backstory au

*alex from the future here I WROTE A LOT AGAIN IM SORRY ...it will happen again*

Spoilers for my AU under the cut, obvi, I’m gonna pretend like yall are my writing group (but w/o any manuscript… you know what I mean lolol) WARNING im still planning some bits so some things are still up in the air until I find a good plot reason to nail them down:

1. How did Shen Liang die?

Good question! Honestly? I don’t know exactly. That’s something I was gonna leave until the day I decide to write her death (or simply reference it, since I hate having to UNFORTUNATELY remind myself that this AU is about Feng Xin not Shen Liang… my girl is stealing the show I swear lol)

What I DO know is that our good ol friend, Jun Wu, has a hand in killing her 😊 She has an ability to manipulate souls which JW deems could be used as a cure for human face disease. Can’t have that in our kingdom-ending pandemic, can we? So she’s just in his way to ruin our fav crown prince’s life. JW does give her a chance to help him with her said soul ability, but even if Shen Liang hates her brother, she’s not a murderer. No part of her soul will ever be that. She’s not about to help doom her kingdom. (2nd MORE ANGSTY option is JW *already*has the intent to use her ability for bad, so to protect her kingdom, she kills herself to stop him)

2. In one of your previous posts, you implied that SL and FX meet again when SL’s a ghost, and it seems like she torments FX whenever they cross paths. What made Shen Liang care about Feng Xin?

They actually meet twice! But I haven’t talked abt the 2nd time yet 😊

In regard to the 1st time, I’m not sure if you’re asking “why does SL care about FX at all?” or “why does ghost!SL take the time to care about FX?” so Ill answer both!

Spoiler: SL has always cared about FX, even before he was born (bear with me, she’s still awful to him BUT THERES REASONS) That fact doesn’t change after he’s born either. What *does* change is the state of her soul due to her inability to control her own soul manipulation ability bc of a traumatic event (the loss of her mother). Shen Liang’s soul never actually stops loving FX, but the half that *contains* that love, isn’t always present in her body. I’ll have to do more explanation on her ability later. It’s a lot.

Now, why does ghost!SL care? Well, she’s gone a little mad, as a ghost formed from a murder. She goes by the name Orange Snow Stitching Souls. And in her twisted logic, she has an ability to “help” people by fragmenting out parts of their soul and stitching the pieces back together as a means to “forget the things that pain them.” Essentially she goes around as a ghost observing people’s lives and if person A hurts person B, she makes person A forget about person B by cutting the memory out of their soul.

In this case, FX and ghost!SL meet shortly after FX leaves Xie Lian, so SL wants to force FX to forget about XL. She knows XL as the prince, AND she knows that FX was close with him. So “why not?” Feng Xin of course does not want this and resists. This conflict is LARGE. Plot standing AND in terms of fighting. It’s a huge turning point for them both in different ways.

3. How did Shen Liang feel when Feng Xin ascended? Was there even the tiniest bit of pride at having her didi become a God?

Another banger of a question. Since Feng Xin ascends after Shen Liang has become a low-ish level ghost, her reactions are… without nuance. But in short, yeah I’d like to think there was some pride there, yes. And during the 2nd time they meet, absolutely. She is incredibly proud. <- a full and healed soul will do that to a girl 😊

4. Does Feng Xin ever get angry about how badly his sister treated him? And does he ever tell Shen Liang the extent as to how badly she hurt him emotionally?

Tricky question. Short answer to the first part? Yes. He’s actually incredibly angry at her once he learns that’s *not* how siblings, or ANYONE should be treated. This reaction is incredibly delayed tho. Not until after their 2nd meeting does he fully understand. And yes, he’s angry at her, and also grieving the jiejie she could’ve been for him. He’s not sure if not having a sister altogether would’ve been better or worse. And yes, he does tell her during their first meeting as ghost and human. A lot of things he’s been holding back are let loose during that time. He’s just lost Xie Lian, his whole purpose, Shen Liang then makes things impossibly worse.

5. In one of your posts, Hua Cheng introduces Feng Xin to his mother. Why would he do that?

Another great question! And I say this because this time *I don’t fucking know* lolol

This is one plot points I need to somehow make happen. General idea is neither of them know who the other is exactly, but they meet as a god and ghost both in disguise in a village. All they know is they are two of the FEW that have fond memories of their fav god, the Crown Prince of Xianle who pleased the gods and, in a perfect world, would like to see him (ascend) again.

The other half is that Hua Cheng (pre tonglu era btw) has been accompanied by a ghost flame he found and cared for because 1. She reminds him of his own mother and 2. He reminds her of her son. AND they share lineage from the same foreign kingdom.

HC is smart. FXs story of a lost mother, and Shen Wangxi’s story of dying in childbirth and never seeing her son grow up, fit together… so he makes a metaphorical bet on it. And obviously, he wins. This is also when FX gets to KEEP HIS MOM WITH HIM for the next large chunk of time (yay!!!) until he runs into his jiejie for the 2nd time. (im still working on a concrete timeline for this but its at least 100 years)

6. If Xie Lian ever found out about Feng Xin’s childhood, would he be angry with Shen Liang on FX’s behalf?

To a point, yes I think he would. I think he would also be a little angry that FX never really told him about his family when he was serving as a bodyguard. FX still assures him it was improper. In post-extras canon times, they do talk about this explicitly. It’s one of those “this conversation should have happened ages ago but neither of us knew how to bring it up” type things. Unfortunately for Feng Xin, this information is forced out of (in this case its actually “into”) him due to the death of one particular memory-eating monster in the amnesia extra (does anyone see where im sorta going with this? …ehe…)

Thanks for these! Getting to your 2nd ask soon!

'til next time *salutes*

#yknow earworms? the songs you cant get out of your head?#thats this au for me today #had a random boost of motivation after something great happened this afternoon and now i cant stop thinking #goddd i need to actually put pen to paper soon dont i?#fx backstory au #oc shen liang #i never tag fx's parents but i promise i still love them they are just not as relevant I GUESS?#<- she says #...as if this isnt her own doing #they have personalities i swear #asks #tgcf

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