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ghostiiess · 1 year

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[NSB HEADCANONS] - "i can't wait to see edits of us together."

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pov: basically famous girlfriend x famous nsb members lol

warnings: none that i can think off

type: wholesome

members: all of them!

this one was requested! thank you! don't hesitate to request again! :)

likes & reblogs are greatly appreciated <3

oliver:

this boy would be so happy to film videos with you

he find you so genuine

and stars too!!!

he would be like:

"hey stars! today's video a bit special, because i'm doing it with my girlfriend, y/n!"

he would be so happy

and he would smile so much

he would do a lot tiktoks with you

and talk about you during his lives

he would also bring you in nsb's videos

it would make him super happy to join him for the group's channel

"y/n wanted to join with us, guys!!"

"this video is with the pretty y/n!"

"hey stars! y/n is doing a video with us, today!"

the members would like you so much

they think you're cool lol

since you have a youtube channel, he would ofc tag along times to times

"oli, i'm trying to edit"

"and i'm trying to hug you" he said

he would be so happy to film videos with you

or to do any content tbh

like.. i know for a point that oli would be super happy and excited to film with you

sometimes, he wouldn't look at the camera lol, he would just look at you in the lense of the camera or in the flip camera screen (creepy or cute? you decide)

moy would flirt with you in videos just to see edits of him and you

the edits would be with his songs 😭 ( btw stream their mini-album, it's so good)

he would also comments on your tiktok or youtube videos

and he would be like "i love you" or like "you made my day"

he would write random comments just to see you smile

"y/n, you're like the prettiest girl i ever laid eyes upon.."

"can't believe you did this dance with panic.. ur so cute istg"

75% of his tiktok would be about you

you know the sound "me? obsessed with you? yes. yes, i am" well, he would do it

just so you could smile

and think of him

to conclude this headcanon about oli, he would be really cute (as always lmao) and super sweet towards you and your community! (we must protect his energy thank you)

(others members under the cut!)

sebastian:

seb is such a flrit

so he would flirt with you A LOT

and when i say, i lot.. i mean a lot

like, this man just want to make you blush

and make you smile

and if he can make you smile AND blush at the same time, then it's his happy day

"i tried to stop thinking about you. i failed."

"yoobi miss you, but i miss you even more"

"fucking princess looking"

"i looked hot today. you missed out.." (TELL ME THIS ISN'T SEBASTIAN 😂)

"damn, that smile, it kills me"

sebby would do tiktok with you

dances, challenges, test.. ANYTHING

he would do the trend on tiktok "yo bro, who got you smiling like that?" and write "her." on the screen

and if he really miss you, he would add pictures of you and him lol

seb is a good example of a "funny and *sometimes* clingy boyfriend"

he would write cute comments on your youtube videos

"wait why are you so cute"

"video idea: i spoil my pretty and super sexy bf for 24h"

"i'm so handsome in this video 😩 don't you agree y/n?"

"your outfit is on fire (not literally)"

he would be so happy to talk about you guys' relationships

"she makes me the happiest"

he would tweet about you

but not romantically..

more like random tweets about you

"stars, y/n said boba was not the best drink in the universe, what should i do?"

"need a new mom for yoobi. she said he was becoming dirty. she just doesn't accept his true value 🙄"

he would make you listen to the weeknd

and also doja cat

he would talk about you during his streams

"'how is y/n doing?' she's doing fine! thanks for asking"

he would play games with you on stream

"y/n is so bad at videogames guys, she can't stop loosing" then laugh

lot of teasing in the nsb's videos

"pass to the camera to the second prettiest girl i ever seen, my mom being the first"

"stars, look at her.. isn't she so pretty?"

"i'm trying to impress you y/n, is it working?"

he would appear on your youtube video, tiktok, instagram pics..

and like we know seb, he would still flirt and be a playful bf

"first, nice video. second, why are you wearing NSB merchandise while painting with ACRYLIC PAINT? YOU KNOW ACRYLIC PAINT IS NOT WASHABLE, RIGHT??"

he would tease you so much on your social media

he would make youtube video with you and do things on purpose so he could see edits of you two

"guys, y/n is in the bathroom, but please post edits of us, we'll make a video about it" he said on his twitch stream

then never do the video.

anyways, seb is so cute and sweet

he's so flirty and playful please-

justin

he would make a lot of "truth or drink" kind of youtube videos with you (if you're in the age of drinking ofc!)

"hey guys! today's video with y/n aka my girlfriend. we're also with kane, oli, and regie. today we'll do truth or drinks, so.. let's go"

he would tease you so much on his stories

"good training with her." ig stories with him and you in front of the gym mirror

"guys.. y/n tried to cook and.. she literally forgot she was cooking something and it burned. *sigh while trying to keep his laugh* i might have to do a youtube video where i teach her to cook or smth because what the fuck is this-"

"not my girlfriend doing "could you date justin phan" type of quiz.."

"wait, i want to do a quiz about you too!!"

he would write comments on your tiktok

"nice hoodie.." while it's his hoodie (the green one 😋)

"you are very cute"

"cutie"

"LMFAO YOU'RE SO BAD AT THIS. i must learn you how to do it properly.." (yes he would make fun of you lol)

"is this a new dress?" he asked on your tiktok

"yes" you reply

"nice, wear it on our next date"

he would talk about you during his twitch live

and say that he miss you :(

"y/n is not here, she went home. she had studying to do."

"i'm literally this close to give my twitch channel to her.. y'all seem to love her more than me!!"

he would annoy you too-

"guys, let's call her. it'll be funny"

he would try to do tiktok with you

and do the "who's your soulmate" filter with you and ask for stars to do edits about you two using this filter

justin would tweet about you

romantically this time!!

"you are one of a kind"

"every night, my thoughts goes on you"

"guys, i know y/n is famous, but can i have her? like could you stop commenting on her tiktok "she's mine" or like "i love her sm, she's my type of girl" like no i'm dating her, she is mine and i don't want to share. i'm (not) sorry"

"leaving you is suicice"

"i panic when i see you"

"life without her would be a misery"

he would invite you to film nsb's videos with them

and phan would talk about you 😎

like in the asmr video, justin would literally talk about you and *only* you

"y/n said it was a good asmr trigger.. let's see if it work"

"did you guys know y/n was listening to asmr times to times?"

"this is for you, y/n!"

then do the worst asmr sounds lol

he would also expose you like there's no tomorrow (mostly on your bday)

"happy birthday to the prettiest girl i ever seen. i love you so much

justin phan would also compliment you under your ig pics

"cutie"

"mine"

"this dress fit you so well, omg."

"that smile"

"looking good baby"

jp would be so happy to talk about you and see how loved you are with his community and yours!!

"stars, *name of your fandom*! look at how cute she is?" during your streams

"she really make me happy, guys"

"THIS GIRL HIT 489K OF SUBSCRIBERS!! CONGRATS ML <33 everyone let's clap 4 her" he would say on your stream

"YOOOOO! y/n is on my live, right now? *look at the camera* hey cutie"

lot of loves :(

ryan

ryan :(

please, he's so cute and so soft

he would be a bit more private than the others for this relationship

but he would still show you off ofc!

"hey. i stole y/n camera.. *smile* lol, guys subscribe to her. she's going to hit 500K soon.."

he would stream with you

"'*name of your ship* is back' yeah *smile* i missed it."

"WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT OMG????"

if you're bad at videogames, he would put his hands overs yours and show you how to play (cliche i know)

he would do videos with you on your channel

and seduce everyone 🥰

"your fans said they missed me"

he would do tiktok dance with you

but only cute trends :(

tiktok about you with songs

"oh darling, all of the city lights, never shine as bright as your eyes"

"cause all of the small things that you do, are what remind me why i fell for you.. and when we're apart and i'm missing you, i close my eyes and all i see is you, and the small things you do.."

he would do tiktok for you

just so it could make your day or at least make you smile a little bit

since ryan stream a lot, he would ofc bring you with him

"and today we have the popular y/n who gained 500k of subscribers last week. everyone say congrats!!"

ofc he know fame isn't always good, so he wouldn't be like seb or jp: he would be a bit more private than others, just because he doesn't want to make you in trouble or smth like that

but he would still make public content with you, just.. less than the others members

he would love to see edits of you two

he would listen to them like 10 times just so his fyp could "change" a little bit and see more of them

he would put you on his sc story

he would film you at random time

"this is the famous girl you guys are watching. she doesn't want to stop editing. she doesn't even want to take breaks.. y'all better watch this video or else it won't be worth it. it's been like one hour that i've tried to make her take a break.. *sigh* so hardworking i swear"

he would write comments under your ig post

"cute"

"so you were the one who had this hoodie"

"stunning"

oh and he would also expose you

"if you exposed me on my bday, i have the right to do the same!!!"

lot of teasing :))

kane

kane would love to do youtube videos with you

"hey stars! today, i and my pretty girlfriend y/n are going to add our own voices in anime!"

he would do a lot of pranks to you

"she doesn't know it, but i put effects on her voice, so when she'll record, it'll sound funny!!"

"GOT YOUUU"

he would appear in your youtube videos and do prank on your OWN channel

but ofc, he'll be super sweet and kind towards you :)

"guys, look at how cute she is. i'm so lucky to have her"

"she have so much style.."

"look at her hair!! it's so beautiful!"

he would do a lot of videos with you actually!

"she wanted to do a part 2.. SO LET'S GO!!!"

ratan wouldn't comments on your tiktok or youtube, but he would do tiktok about you

the trend tiktok be like "focus, i'm focused- *show a picture of you*"

or like "i know i hope i don't fall"

and he write "guess i fell for her, huh.."

or any other trend that have the same effects 😂

he would stream with you on twitch times to times when you and him have time to do so

"and we're streaming with my cute girl, y/n!!"

"you guys all know her, she's the famous and pretty girl.. i don't need to do a presentation i think"

"stars, ask us questions!! we'll reply together!"

kane would support you so much

he's here for you!

he know fame isn't always good and fun, so he would be with you during good and bad times

"it's okay, y/n. they'll understand, i promise. no need to blame yourself. it's okay to take days off. you don't need to overwork yourself, okay? it's completely okay to be tired of it sometimes."

kane would be such a cute and sweet bf fr

i wish everyone to have a partner who love like kane does with his members and his partner :(

real true love

anyways, let's stay on track

i feel like ratan would also post you on his social media

"she texted me this... *screenshot of your texts* god she's so silly sometimes smh"

"anime nights with her"

he would watch your video

and he wouldn't be able to stop smiling or laughing

i think kane would have a partner who have the same kind of humor as him? hope it's understandable 😭

see an edits of you two? he'll like the edits, then check the comments and search for more edits

and sometimes even post them!!

"kaney/n is my favorite ship" he read the comment a fan made on your twitch chat while smiling "it's mine too"

he would reply to your stories

"you're becoming more and more famous, baby. it's making me smile so much, knowing you finally have the recognization you deserve!"

"you deserve it my love"

"INVITED IT TO A GALA? damn it baby, it's not an everyday day, congrats! i'm so so so proud of you!!"

he would be so cute oh my god

to conclude, kane would be such a cutie :(

he wouldn't mind posting you and talking about you for real

darren

no because why my first thought was birds matching costume-

i'll start the headcanon right away, but i found birds matching costumes for real

if you want to see your matching costume, click here (it's the website where you can buy it lol)

enjoy being a bird with darren 🐦

anyways, let's start with the headcanon!

darren would do A LOT of youtube videos with you

"hey guys! today's video will be with y/n, aka my pretty and sexy girlfriend."

"what??? don't look at me like that! i'm just describing you!"

he would be so excited to film with you fr

and ofc he would be super happy if you asked him to film youtube videos with you!

he would smile so much while talking about you

like he wouldn't even notice that his smile is becoming bigger and bigger whenever he talk about you

"stars, please do edits of her and i. i love to see these"

"she's my birdie!! *lipbite*"

he would make tiktok with you (almost) ALL THE TIME

he would hold your hand on purpose, kiss you on the cheek.. be all cutie patootie with you during nsb's videos so he could see edits of you and him on tiktok and ig

i mean he love flirting and being playful with you

and wouldn't mind being dirty with you ;)

he would follow ig account of you 😭 like "update on y/n y/l/n fan account"

darren just love seeing your fans simping for you (he simp for you too) and making great content abt you

"y/n said i was looking like a chicken with my new hair color. she have no taste, for real. she doesn't appreciate the true beauty of darren liang"

"wait, but do i really look like a chicken-"

"REG' AND RYAN TOLD ME I WAS LOOKING LIKE A BURNED CHICKEN, HELP."

he would also compliment you on ig

and he wouldn't even be scared of embarassed of this comments

"BABYGIRL 😍😍"

"MINE MINE MINE MINE"

"this girl is literally a daydream"

"i miss you"

"your boyfriend is so lucky to have you"

"toasty miss you"

"my girl"

liang would also give you a plushie

"it's toasty's sibling!!"

he have an ig highlight about you

did he only create an ig highlight so the fans could do edits with them? maybe.. 👀 (the other reason why liang have one is because he love watching them and seeing you smile and laughing with him)

"cutie" is the title

or "y/n <3"

he would work out with you times to times and post pictures

"hahaha, i'm working out with her"

"big muscles"

"she think i'm sexy and she is damn right"

main topic on darren's headcanon: he post you on his story and make videos with you

like it's simple things, but coming from him it's super cute

regie

regie would expose you

i'm sorry, but he would 100% expose you and be like "this is my partner, everyone!!"

he literally doesn't care AT ALL

"y/n said she liked my haircut.. so from now, all the comments i made on it saying it looked like shit are now gone, thank you, it look super good"

"y/n y/ln is my partner everyone."

regie macalino would do so much tiktok with you

DANCE TIKTOK, CHALLENGE TIKTOK.. EVERYTHING!!

and he would love it

he would literally give the regiey/n stan a lot of things to edit on

talking about edits..

he would love to see them times to times

and he would be so happy to see everyone saying you guys look cute and hot together :(

he would follow some accounts times to times when edits are on point

but he wouldn't search for them lol

everytime he would see an edit of you two, he would be so happy and smile so hard??

if the edit is really good, he would even post it on his ig & sc story

his heart being filled with love and happy emotions :(

he would read the comments and be so freakin happy

"your fans are saying i'm hot and they're not wrong"

macalino wouldn't make a lot of youtube videos with you, tbh

not because he doesn't want to, it's just that he prefer doing tiktok and all since it's a bit more quick and easy to do

"ayooo, don't forget to check my gf twitch!!"

this boy would also comment on your ig post

"you look like heaven"

or "beautiful"

"pretty girl"

"sexy"

shorts comments only!!

appreciation long comments belong to private chat with him >:(

like, he wouldn't express his love in comments

but in your text message, he would do it for sure

i mean, it's understandable..

he would compliment you a lot

and make nsb's videos with you

"AND TODAY WE HAVE REGIE'S GIRL HERE WITH US!!!!" sebastian said while smiling "you guys know her, regie can't stop talking about her... and she's super famous and all"

literally, this man want your full attention

but he won't say it to you

at least not in public!

to conclude? regie's appreciation for you is super sweet and cute

he would literally make appreciation story about you times to times

"y/n had a perfect grade on her super hard exam, let's all cheer for her. she deserve it"

"congrats for my girl to have made another week. i'm so proud of you"

he wouldn't do a lot of these tbh

only when he's super proud of you

othwerwise, it's on private message :D

I LOVED WRITING THIS THING SO SO MUCH!!! i know some people told me they were being excited for this one, so i hope i met your expectations 😭 if y'all want other famous!y/n x nsb members type of things, please let me know!! also the other requests are coming soon :)

taglist (open! send an ask if you want to be in it!) : @nsb-rkive @kentisbaby @firebenderwolf @hyuneee0

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hauntinghyrule · 9 months

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I'm excited about Good Omens season 2, but I also feel like there's not much I can say about it? It definitely feels like a "setting up the dominoes" season, so I probably won't know how I feel about things until we see how they pay off in season 3. I guess I'm still in "wait and see" mode (darn you, Niel! xD )

It's definitely been an interesting experience for me, having been a fan of the book since well before there was a show. Something I've noticed about myself is that I have an easier time getting invested in fandoms that are already concluded *looks pointedly at FS* I think I like the fact that you know what you're working with, there's no question of headcanons or theories being either "confirmed" or "jossed." You write what you like, you know going in whether or not it's canon, and you roll with that! When I got into Good Omens, it fit into that category, and... now it doesn't. It's exciting, but also kind of nerve-wracking!

That said, I do want to say one thing. My favorite expression of physical affection in Season 2.

(It's probably not the one you're thinking of.)

It's this:

Look at how they're both smiling. This feels genuine and happy and comfortable, at ease in each others' personal space. I love it.

The Jane Austen dancing was pretty good, too. Definitely not the first time they've tried to have a covert conversation while dancing over the centuries, I want to believe. Surely they've ended up at the same fancy parties while out blessing/tempting, right?

#and because I assume most if not all people who follow me follow me for FS reasons:#yes #the way they're sharing the chair #I see it; you see it; we all see it #good omens #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #crowley #the kiss is one of those things I am reserving judgement on until season three #good omens season 2 #good omens 2 spoilers #good omens spoilers

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nct-oli · 3 years

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I am very confident this story will have a happy ending, not only doing Phutian justice but also Phupha and Tian individually too.

Here’s why.

(Note: I still have not opened the tags at all or read any other thoughts about this episode. I wanted to get all of my own thoughts written out for my own sake before I added anyone else’s to my brain. Thus, if anyone has written a similar post to this, I promise I did not read it!! These are thoughts straight from my own mind.)

My biggest wish this entire series has been that Tian would come to forgive himself. Even if he didn’t end up with Phupha and didn’t stay in the village, I wanted him to come to recognize his own value and his own abilities and to finally let go of the guilt that had been eating away at him for months. To me, that was the most important thing and the lesson that has been set up for the entirety of this show.

And in this post right here from after episode 7, I wrote about how I believed this story had to end with him finding peace with himself and acknowledging his self worth. For the most part, that has been how the story has progressed, and I full-heartedly believe that is how it will end.

So let’s look at where the story is after episode 9. Things are... still a bit messy. Tian is leaving. His relationship with Phupha is on the line. The children are losing another beloved teacher. And once again, Tian feels like his life is being controlled for him.

It seems Tian has always felt like he was suffocating. He has said many times that he never felt a sense of pride in himself because he never knew what he was capable of. Everything was done for him, and every decision was made without his input.

I want to add that I appreciated Tian saying to his father that he wasn’t denying that having a comfortable life is everyone’s goal. He wasn’t discrediting the things that his comfortable life afforded him. But he also knew that he hadn’t done most things for himself and in many ways wasn’t even able to do them for himself, and then after the surgery, he wasn’t able to do anything for himself. And that wasn’t the life that he wanted.

I imagine too there were a lot of pressures and expectations at home for Tian to continue the family name and follow in his father’s footsteps in some way. Maybe not career-wise but to continue making the family proud. To carry on the legacy in one way or another and to inherit the life his father created for him.

And if we really dig deeper into his life, it seems nearly everyone has thoughts about his life and how it should be. Not just his parents and his doctors but even his friends. When he went to meet them post-surgery, they started making comments about how it must be weird to have someone else’s heart and asking if he wanted to know who gave him the heart. They were putting pressures on him about how to feel and think about this really difficult situation he was in, and he got overwhelmed.

Even Tul, who we absolutely adore, came to visit Tian and immediately started discrediting his happiness in the village. He told him it wasn’t his real life, questioned how he could survive without electricity and internet, and didn’t believe him when he said he was really happy in the village. Of course, Tul also fully validated his sexuality and supported him staying in the village (bless him), but we can’t deny the fact that even he had his own opinions about what Tian’s life should and should not have looked like.

I imagine growing up the way he did, at some point, Tian probably just accepted the lack of control he had over himself. Him giving up would have only enabled everyone to continue involving themselves in his life, and thus an unfortunate cycle would have been created.

And then when he got sick, that spiraled even further. Not only did he have people controlling his life but he had this illness that could literally take his life at any point.

And then of course, post-transplant, there is the pressure of Torfun and his own guilt. This entire show, Tian has been battling with himself about his own happiness, because at the end of the day, though he was learning about his own abilities and finding pride in himself, I also think he was always questioning the validity of everything. He was constantly at war with himself about what was and wasn’t his, what he did and did not deserve, etc. He was making decisions for Torfun and struggled to separate himself from her time and time again.

But at the same time, he felt freedom in the village he had never felt before. For the first time, he felt like he was making his own choices. Yes, most made also for Torfun, but arguably he still felt he was able to make the decision on his own about whether or not to help Torfun.

The longer he was in the village, the more his guilt grew. He even said that himself, that the more comfortable he got in the village, the harder it was to keep that secret.

But simultaneously, the longer he was in the village, the more he could picture staying there: with Phupha, with the kids, and with the forest. I think by the time Phupha got shot, he was prepared to extend his time there (despite the back and forth feeling that he was putting the village in danger by staying). He was happy, and he wanted to hold onto that happy life.

Then when things were looking up again, Phupha healing and safe, Tian found out his father had always been pulling the strings behind the scenes. The freedom he thought he had was a facade. And not only that, but he felt that Phupha’s love was a facade too, bought by his parent’s money or power. This life that he thought he had suddenly felt fake, and the sense of control over his own choices he thought he had disappeared.

Once again, he felt powerless. And on top of that, betrayed.

I wrote a whole thinkpiece here about why I understand Phupha’s decisions and why I believe he was acting in character in episode 9. While he was in the wrong with how he was handling everything, his intentions were good, made from a place of genuine love for Tian.

But now Tian wants the village. He wants this life, and he knows it. But everyone around him is verbally doubting his reasons and his abilities to do so, and GOD, he’s so frustrated. For once he knows what he wants for himself, and everyone is pushing him away from it.

We all know Tian’s parents think they understand his future best. I actually felt it was rather ironic when Tian’s father told Phupha that he knew his son well, while in the same breath, told Phupha (the man his son is in love with) to make Tian leave the first place he felt truly himself. He knows nothing about his son and continues to not hear or see Tian when he tries to make him understand. So his parents trying to force him into a life he doesn’t want is no surprise.

But then here is Phupha with his genuinely good intentions forcing Tian out too because he does not see the way he is contradicting himself. He tells Tian to live for himself but does not give Tian the option to stay for himself. (Again, I wrote a lot about Phupha in this post that I’m not going to repeat here, but I’m using the logic I explained there when talking about Phupha here. So if you’re curious about why I am not overly angry with Phupha, read that.)

I think it’s really important that in more recent episodes, we’ve heard Tian start acknowledging his own capabilities and growth. He finally began to see his value, and the lessons he has been learning are starting to really solidify for him. He’s genuinely beginning to understand what this whole journey has taught him.

Unfortunately though, he was always making his decisions ultimately for Torfun. Or at least, in his own mind, repaying Torfun for this new life was always the motivation. As I said earlier, he was in this constant battle between his own happiness and the duty he felt toward Torfun.

But now... he’s finally closing that chapter with Torfun. He told his secrets. He gained forgiveness from the village. He heard Phupha tell him to live his own life.

And he’s learning to forgive himself.

So now as he’s entering a new stage of freedom, away from the grip his own guilt had on him, he’s faced with a new challenge. He’s faced with people who love him once again thinking they know best for his life. As he’s exiting one chapter, he’s entering a new one, and this one won’t come easily. But he’s entering this one better prepared after all of the lessons he learned about his own strength and capabilities, and all of the happiness he found in himself... this is the moment for him to make use of the new knowledge and feelings he has gained. This is his peak, his opportunity to finally choose himself and pick the life he wants.

For himself. Just as Phupha told him he should do.

This is the test to see if he finally grasps how valuable he is as Tian. This entire show has been about him finding his own worth outside of Torfun, outside of his parents, outside of his friends, and even outside of the village and Phupha. Just the worth that he carries with him always, as Tian.

This will also be a lesson for Phupha, that sometimes our desire to protect the people we love can hurt them and ourselves. That we have to give people the option to make mistakes. That despite him believing he’s helping Tian, he isn’t, and sometimes he doesn’t need to be so self-sacrificing to take care of the people in his life.

Tian has been controlled by guilt, fear, sadness, anxiety, depression, physical illness, disability, medication, doctor’s orders, and money, plus all of the people in his life who thought they were helping him. But after everything he has been through, this is his moment to take control back. And I believe he will. I absolutely think that is the conclusion this story has been setting up from the very beginning.

Tian may return to Bangkok, but I believe it will be temporary. I expect he’ll get there and find himself so homesick for the village that he won’t be able to stand it. And when he returns to the Pha Pun Dao, it will be because he chose it for himself. Not for anyone else.

On his own terms.

And that will be the moment he recognizes just how immeasurable his self growth has been.

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If I end up being wrong......... you never saw this post.

But I would be genuinely shocked if this is not where the story is going (or at least to some degree), because they set it up so beautifully to end up this way. In fact, I predicted generally that this was the moral of the story way back at the beginning of the show, and it has continued to move in that direction since. So if this isn’t the conclusion to Tian’s story, I’ll be highly disappointed that all of the lessons they set up for him (as well as for Phupha and the others) were thrown away after all of the build up.

They’ve added all but that final puzzle piece, and I’d be really shocked if they left the picture unfinished.

(This was much messier than I intended, but I really struggled to put all of my random thoughts into one coherent post. So I hope this made even a tiny bit of sense.)

#phutian #phupha x tian #a tale of thousand stars #atots #1000 stars #i'm not sure this is really encompassing what I wanted to say #i've had a lot of random thoughts about it but haven't been able to properly put them all together #but i tried #i have a lot of faith in this show #i genuinely do and i'm excited to see how they conclude what i believe to be one of the most beautiful stories i have ever watched

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forbidding-souda · 2 years

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Can I have any Izuru Kamukura headcanon with a S/O who doesn't like themselves and is self loathing? 😶

Izuru Kamukura with a S/O who is self loathing (headcanons)

all i can think about is how i'm going to eat my microwavable rice tomorrow yasss it is literally so good i'm so excited. 21 hours from now wahh.

update: did not eat my microwavable rice. maybe on saturday.

-Mod Souda

❤ He noticed it the first time he ever saw you - the way you carry yourself reeks of unsure and the lack of confidence. That's typical for most people, he had concluded. It is rare to see people around your age who genuinely like themselves.

❤ It makes him wonder if he likes himself.

❤ The closer he gets to you, the less he can empathize with your mental state. You are not ugly, nor are you stupid or mean, so what is there to not like? You are far from the least smart person he's ever met.

❤ Your lack of self esteem is something that comes from and illogical place in your brain, he concludes, so there's no way he'll be able to change your mind.

❤ But being a part of Izuru's life makes you feel special. It brightens your mood to think about how somebody so... perfect could kiss you as if you were anything like him. At the same time, it stresses you out. What if you disappoint him somehow?

❤ Out of everything you say and do, he hardly puts in the effort to try and convince you to like yourself. But there is something he does consistently, no matter what mood he's in.

❤ And that is correct you whenever you say something bad about yourself.

❤ Like when you ramble on about something before stopping yourself and shaking your head. "I'm so annoying, I'm sorry."

❤ "If you were annoying you would not be here."

❤ ^ You know this is true. There's no use arguing with him. You've seen him straight up walk away from people in the middle of a conversation once he gets bored with it.

❤ He's never done that to you.

❤ Some sweet moments with him: when you lay on his chest after despairing over how much you don't like yourself. He pulls you in, keeping you close, interrupting the silence with small lines of affection.

❤ "You are the most beautiful person I've ever seen."

❤ Or a simple "I love you" that just goes miles.

❤ It's not that he's bad at consoling you when you're upset, it's more like he simply won't do it unless he deems it important to your overall health. He truly believes in the 'they'll get over it so I won't bother'.

❤ He finds exclaiming his love constantly to be a bother. You should know he loves you, he is choosing to spend his time with you, and that means a lot. Because of this, he absolutely will not handle you doubting his love for you (stemming not from distrust but instead you wondering if you're valuable enough to be with him).

❤ So every time he says I love you it just means the world to you.

❤ Because no matter what you think of yourself, he considers you the only person on the planet that he feels any emotion towards (you're lucky it's love), and that's special to him.

#danganronpa izuru #izuru kamakura x reader #izuru kamukura

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scintillasofbeomgyu · 3 years

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➷ a star called you — chapter 42: “big brain era”

pairing: choi beomgyu x reader. genre(s): fluff, band txt, college au, smau (this chapter is semi). wc: 1,1k. warning(s): food pictured; not proof read, typo in twt too lazy to change. disclaimer: NO i do not support idolxidol shipping! this is just for the purposes of the story. an: i'm gonna pull a cia and dip after this so don't hate me too much 😁

[06:11 pm] — “so what did you want to talk about?” you asked after shoving your phone into your pocket with a huff. taehyun was like a doting mother, which was rather ironic considering the way he always ruthlessly blunt with no remorse. you’d eventually concluded by the time you got to high school (and after incidental and intense exposure to japanese pop culture) that taehyun was simply, just tsundere.

subin caught the light chuckles slipping from your lips and stole glimpses at you from the corners of his eyes. you seemed comfortable, or atleast that’s what he was hoping for. the look in your eyes when he had arrived to pick you up from the store was still fresh in his mind: surprise mixed with the tiniest bit of anxiousness that you attempted to conceal with a smile. it was a god-sent that his sister made him babysit, otherwise, if he had been alone, he was sure you would have run away.

his hands tightened around the steering wheel and he sighed, “we’ll talk when we get there. it’ll only be a minute.”

you kept your eyes on the passing buildings outside. the sun had just tucked itself beyond the mountains and night fall was quickly decending upon the city. the sinage of the stores lining the street were beginning to flicker on and the pavements were beginning to fill up with those coming from work, from school, and those heading out with or to friends and family.

the temperature was starting to drop, so you rolled up the window and glanced toward yina, subin’s niece, in the backseat. she was fast asleep, features relaxed peacefully, worn out from all the excitment, the sight making you smile fondly. if it weren’t for her, you couldn’t imagine what would have happened. despite reassuring your friends and taehyun that everything was okay and that you were fine, truthfully, being with subin made you feel uneasy.

the car turned, rolling down an incline and into the underground parking lot of a building. when the realization that it could only be Alice that you had arrived at, adrenline pumped through your veins and the edges of your lips tugged into a huge grin. this feeling chases away any worries and concerns plaguing your mind, to make room for but one nearing reality: you were going to see beomgyu.

the minute subin turned off the engine you would have charged for the elevator you’d been eyeing like a bird of prey, if it were not for the fact that he kept the car doors locked. you fiddled with the handle before snapping your head in his direction with a peeved pout.

his laughter echoed off the walls in the parking lot, “we still have to talk, silly.”

“o-oh, right,” you blushed, slowly reclining back to the leather of the seat and hoping it would swallow you whole.

subin prayed the overhead lights didn’t show the begrudging expression forcing it’s way into his face no matter how hard he tried to remain unstirred. did he ever make you feel this way? he didn’t know whether to believe he did or didn’t was better, either theory made him upset.

“i wanted to aplogize,” he started, gulping before he continued, “for what happened in the past. i was really immature. a-and stupid,” he frowned at the steering wheel, his breath becoming unsteady, “i didn’t deserve you— i still don’t. you opened up to me and told me things, things that take alot of courage to share, and i threw all of that back in your face. i was insecure because to me you were someone... perfect. i didn’t think i was good enough and yet i had the audacity to act like i was”

you nodded along as he spoke, the tension in your shoulders slowly easing. he went quiet for a moment, before he turned to face you fully, the leather beneath him squeaking, “i know i don’t have the right to say this, but i still love you. the parts that are the same and those that have changed. through all these years, i guess i didn’t think about it because i just thought i’d never see you again. but when i saw you again... i didn’t want to let you go.”

teeth sinking into your bottom lip, you squeezed your eyes shut and sighed, “subin...”

“i-i’m not finished,” he frowned. he hestitated, then put a hand on your shoulder, “i was a really bad boyfriend, but i didn’t break up with you because of... you. my mom—”

“i know,” you smiled, genuinely, placing a hand over his before removing it from it’s place. you still couldn’t believe you weren’t guilty, “it’s okay. i was really foolish too. you only did what you did because i wasn’t considerate enough of the way you felt.”

subin’s frown deepened and he clenched his fists. he might not have been the only one who made you this way, but the fact that he contributed at all frustrated him.

“yn, no, you—”

“let’s go before we miss him, yeah?” you patted his shoulder before stepping out of the vehicle. subin groaned internally. he felt like he hadn’t made any progress. after running his fingers through his hair a few times, and making sure he didn’t wake yina, he stepped out of the car.

he was in the middle of locking the car, when he found you frozen in your tracks. he arched a brow, walking toward you and tapping your shoulder. you didn’t even flinch. he followed your eyes to the scene infront of the glass doors to the company.

ryujin skipped out with her arm hooked into beomgyu’s and her head resting on his shoulder as they both shook with laughter. a black van pulled up that subin assumed had come to pick her up, and beomgyu pulled away from her, patting her head with a smile. in the middle of their parting conversation, ryujin reached up and brushed some of the hair from his face. subin’s eyes widened and he could feel your shoulders shake.

subin looked back to them just as ryujin got into the van, but she paused, leaning back to look him dead in the eye. she waved, mouthing, thanks for the recommendation.

beomgyu followed ryujin’s eyes and scowled finding subin standing there. he waved goodbye as she left and walked over to him with his hands in his pockets. subin panicked, looking around him, but you vanished.

“fancy seeing you here,” beomgyu squinted into his car and grinned, “new partner? ready to leave yn alone now?”

subin gave his shoulder a hard shove, “keep acting so friendly with other people and you’ll find out.”

yn and their friends run the campus radio for which yn is the host of the evening show "dear sputnik", where they share stories and hope to create a healing space for all students— even though many don't listen to it. little does yn know, their biggest fan, angel313, is choi beomgyu— the boy they've silently had a crush on for the past four years.

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jamilelucato · 4 years

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warning [G.W.]

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Words: 3.362

Requested: yes

I personally like the idea of George with an outcast Slytherin who’s friends with the other houses

Summary: George has a crush on a Slytherin girl that doesn’t seem as evil as his twin think she is.

A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this one and I actually liked it? A lot? I don’t know why I’m using question marks, I’m just genuinely surprised. MY GIF!

+ (y/h/c) is “your hair colour” and (y/e/c) is “your eye colour”

George Weasley always thought y/N y/L/N was attractive. The first time he saw her, he was up in his broom, about to play Quidditch against Slytherin, and his eyes just locked with hers, even though she was far away.

She was sitting in the bleachers with a very green t-shirt, screaming, although George couldn't hear her. She seemed excited, her (y/h/c) hair swaying all around.

After that match — that Gryffindor won, much to y/N's disappointment — he knew he had to find you around the school. At first, he didn't believe you were a Slytherin. He only saw you two times after the first time he saw you, and both of those times you were not wearing a uniform, but talking to Hufflepuffs, so he just concluded that you were just friends with one of the Slytherin's players, instead of from that house yourself.

It was only when Fred, his twin, walked in the common room, complaining, that he found out the truth.

"I can't believe it! How dare that stupid snake...!" Fred walked in shouting, not caring if anyone there was listening. "Stupefy me! How dare she!"

George decided to ask his brother what was happening since he didn't see Fred that shaken in a very long time.

"A stupid girl from Slytherin stupefied me! In front of everyone!" outcried his twin, sitting down next to George.

"Who?" George asked, no longer interested in his homework. Not that he ever was, to begin. "Why?"

"I don't recall her name... she's that weird one, shy. From the fifth year," Fred said, struggling to remember something remarkable about the girl, "she has (y/h/c) hair and (y/e/c) eyes."

Fred had to say no more; George immediately knew who he meant. It could only be her if he could recognise you just with some words. He wouldn't have described you as weird, but he understood that, given the circumstances, his brother would have never complimented you.

"She's a Slytherin?" George asked, still surprised. He didn't know your name — that was a problem he still had to figure out — but knowing you were a Slytherin made things a little easier.

Except it didn't. A Slytherin? George fancied a girl from the worst house, a girl that now had attacked his twin? He couldn't believe it.

"Haven't you heard what I just said?" Fred was slowly calming down. "Anyway, I was there, you know, offering our newest product for the kids — and you know, it wasn't even for her!"

George was trying hard to follow his brother's explanation and picture you in the middle of the scene.

"And the instant the Ravenclaw little boy ate it, of course, as we planned, he started turning yellow, but like, really yellow, and she just snapped!" Fred continued, gesturing with his hands now and then. "She asked me to reverse it, but I said the spell would eventually go away naturally. She didn't like it; she took out her wand and stupefied me! I didn't have time to do anything!"

George stared at his brother, shocked with what he had just heard. The girl from his dreams, attacking his brother just because of a little joke, and she was a Slytherin. The day was already bad because he hadn't seen you, but now, it was worse.

"George, say something," Fred called his brother attention.

"Huh? Fred, are you sure there wasn't something more?" he asked, not wanting to picture you as the bad guy. "Did you force the boy to eat it?"

"What? No, I'd never, brother!" Fred answered, getting up. "Doesn't matter, I'll never sell things around the Sytherins's common room door. Too dangerous."

Fred left, complaining to everyone he found in his way about the Slytherin girl, but George stayed on the couch, still surprised with the new information he had just got. What would he do now? At least, he was glad it was just a crush, and he could manage to get over it since he even didn't know your name.

He would manage. Yeah.

***

Oh boy, was George wrong!

Trying to forget about you was one of the hardest things he had ever tried doing. Firstly, because Fred didn't stop whining to him about you — he couldn't get over the spellcasting — and he wanted to plan a prank against you. Secondly, because, now that he knew where to find you, around the Slytherins, he seemed to see your face more and more, all over the school.

Fred was the one that found your name out, much to George's worries. Having a face was hard to get over, but having a name to the face was ten times harder.

"y/N y/L/N," Fred said, before sitting down, forcing George to diverge his eyes from you, sitting at the other side of the room.

"What?"

"The Slytherin girl we're goin' to prank. That's her name. Angelina just told me," explained Fred, filling his plate with everything offered for breakfast.

"Do we have to?" George just wanted to get over you, and the only way he was going to be able to do that was forgetting about your existence, and Fred made it more arduous.

"Do I need to remind you—"

"— that she stupefied you," George interrupted his brother, tired of hearing about it, "Yeah, I know it."

"We all know it," added Ron. "You know, for someone who hated being defeated by a girl, you do a horrible job at hiding it. Look at Malfoy, he doesn't tell everyone about the time Hermione punched him."

"I wasn't defeated!" shouted Fred, stuffing his mouth with food.

But the table didn't seem convinced.

***

Y/N was playing gobstones in the yard when George caught her eye. He seemed to be doing it a lot lately, and she could imagine what was coming for her. Probably Fred and George's worst revenge prank ever.

However, she didn't look away. She let her eyes stare into George's, wondering how long would they both be able to hold it.

Her Hufflepuff friend called her name, but she didn't break the eye contact, because she felt deeply curious. She was sure that it was George and not Fred because Fred wouldn't have been able to read her so well as the other twin was doing. He wasn't angry; he didn't look at her like he wanted her dead. Instead, his stare seemed to send chills all over y/N's body, and she wondered why.

"y/N? Are you still there?" her friend called again, "'cause I just won."

You shook your head.

"I'm sorry, what?" you asked, finally breaking the eye contact with George.

"Never mind," sighed the friend, knowing it was a lost cause to wait for y/N's attention when she was spacing out like that.

***

"Ok, so listen," Fred started, jumping in George's bed just before they went to sleep. "I want to give y/N a taste of her own medicine."

George had to blink a couple of times before focusing on his twin.

"You will stupefy her?"

"Exactly!" Fred was happy that his twin understood him so fast.

"How are you gonna do it though?" George asked, supporting his back in the headboard.

"Well, I was planning to corner her after dinner tomorrow," his twin was talking a lot excited about his idea as if he had spent the whole day thinking about it.

Fred went on about how he had noticed that you were generally the last to leave the feast — George had observed it too. It appeared that you had a lot of friends in other houses but was never brave enough to approach them when their house table was full, so you waited for it to get less crowded before sitting down with your friends.

George tried to persuade his brother to give up — it appeared to be too much work just to revenge on a girl that was trying to defend a Ravenclaw — but Fred didn't want to give up. And so, they went to bed with it all planned, but George couldn't sleep.

He kept on thinking that he should warn you about it, and if that was the case, then he needed to talk to you, and that was going to be a test to his anxiety.

***

At breakfast in the next day, George kept staring at you, waiting for something to happen, some situation that would force you two to talk, but that never happened.

He thought he would be able to talk to you during classes, but he was a year older than you, so the chances of you two meeting were practically zero. He had to get his ass to follow you and corner you himself.

The only problem was: he didn't think he was brave enough for that.

Nonsense! You are in Gryffindor for a reason, he thought, before breathing hard and gathering the nerves to find you.

Once classes were over, he had some free minutes without his brother — with the excuse of going to the restroom before dinner.

He wandered around, taking ten minutes to find you.

You were sitting in the yard, with a bunch of other students around and you all talked excitedly. George noticed that only you were a Slytherin; the rest of the group were Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs, and there was even a boy from Gryffindor — he recognized it to be Neville, a friend of Ron.

He swallowed, feeling each nerve ending tingle. Warn you was the right thing to do but did he have to? You knew how to defeat his brother the first time — perhaps you could do it a second time.

But then, there was no escape. Your gaze met his since George was still standing across the yard. He thought that you mistook him initially, or at least that's what it looked like since you stared at him angrily.

Gently, your expression relaxed, and George hoped it meant that you knew he was him, not Fred. He scratched his head as he walked towards you.

"y/N, I'm sorry to disturb, but..." George felt his cheeks turning red as he spoke, "could I talk to you for a minute? In private?"

You looked around, at your friends, who seemed to care less about George's presence and agreed to talk to him.

"What's it?" you asked, keeping your voice low even though you two had walked away from your group of friend.

"I wanted to warn you about my brother, Fred," started George, diverging from your eyes, scared that he would not be able to tell everything if he kept looking into your (y/e/c) eyes. "He wants to stupefy you after dinner."

You looked distrusted at him.

"Why should I believe you?"

George sighed. "I wouldn't lie about this. Unlike my twin, I don't think you deserve his revenge.," he said, still avoiding her eyes. "I feel like you were just protecting your friend, I don't think you wanted to hurt Fred."

"You don't?" she asked, her eyes sparkling as his eyes met hers.

It felt as if they were looking at each other for the first time. The chills were there, this time stronger, if possible. George's red hair fell in front of his eyes, and y/N had to resist the urge to reach it.

His eyes wandered over all her body; for the first time in years, that didn't make her feel self-conscious. If anything, she liked knowing he was contemplating her. Seeing the smile that appeared in his lips only made her like it even more.

"You don't think I was just mean to your brother?" you asked again. "I am a Slytherin, after all."

"Do you want me to think you were just a bad girl?" George replied, raising a brow. Although it was supposed to be a rude question, y/N could only think how hot it was to have George calling her bad girl.

"No, 'course!" you quickly said. "I'm glad your first thought was that I was defending my friend," you played with your hair, nervously, and that caused George to feel a different kind of excitement he was not expecting. "Toby is a first-year Ravenclaw, but I know him since he was a baby — our moms are friends."

George raised his brows and pressed his lips together, absorbing the information.

Y/N couldn't be evil if you were friends with all houses and probably was your mom. That made his heart warm. He could like you. Not only he could, he already did. Who was he kidding? Even with his twin complaining at his ear, George kept fancying you.

"Well," he faked coughed, "that was what I came to tell you. I have to go before Fred thinks something is wrong."

You agreed, shaking your head up and down as he walked away, but you couldn't just move. George could be gone, but now you had to think of a way to protect yourself.

***

Fred and George waited, even when Angelina, Ron, Lee and Harry had left. They stayed sat, pretending to be still eating. The Great Hall wasn't completely empty when y/N finally got up from the Hufflepuff table and headed out.

"Are you sure about it, Freddie?" George asked as he and the twin got up.

"It will be simple, and it won't hurt her, just humiliate, like she made me feel," Fred said, and George wondered if he said that to convince his brother or to convince himself.

Although George watched you every minute of his day and he felt like he knew you better than Fred, his older twin had spent some time watching you as well, and it seemed that your shyness and kindness could have melted his heart.

They walked out to find y/N leaning against one of the pillars to the left of Hall's big door.

"Looking for me, Weasleys?" you used the plural, in a way to protect George for his confidential.

Fred worked fast, his wand was already in his hand as he cast "Stupefy!" but y/N was faster. "Depulso!" she shouted.

Fred got thrown meters away from y/N and his brother, and only your laugh George heard as students that we're walking away from the Great Hall came closer to take a look.

Professor Snape walked out of the Hall at the same moment Fred got up, pointing his wand to y/N.

"You, three!" Snape shouted angrily. "Detention!"

"But, Professor," George tried to intervene.

"I don't want to hear, Mr Weasley," interrupted Snape and then he faced y/N. "You, Miss y/L/N, I'm greatly disappointed."

"I'm sorry, Professor Snape, I didn't mean to hurt Fred Weasley..." you explained, lying a bit, as you lowered your face.

But Snape continued: "Next time, don't get caught."

And the Professor left, leaving y/N to exchange confused looks with the twins.

"Was he glad that I hurt you?" you asked, looking at Fred who tried to fix his clothes.

"You didn't' hurt me!" he debated, but y/N ignored.

She was now facing George, who didn't know what to say. Everything had happened so fast, George was still processing it.

"See you at detention, then," y/N said, sighing.

George almost raised his hand to wave her good-bye, but he remembered his brother was watching everything, and he was not supposed to know about his crush.

***

The night of detention had arrived.

George had spent all his time since the confrontation trying to be apart from his twin, so he could meet you in the corridors and maybe exchange a word. But every time he saw you, you seemed to be having fun with your friends, and he with Fred.

Fred appeared to have learned his lesson, and he didn't show any intentions of revenge. He hadn't told anyone about the confrontation that went wrong, and that was a first. George was glad — he believed it meant his brother wasn't so angry at you.

You three met at Professor Minerva's office, and she didn't seem happy about it. She was used to the boys getting detention, but y/N's presence was a first.

"Well, now that all of you are here, let me assign your jobs," she said, walking around the room. "I can't let you two together, as I've learned, but I don't have three assignments..." McGonagall was working hard to think of a solution. "Did you three fight, or was it just two?"

"It was me and Fred, Professor," you answered, happy to be useful since you were sad of having disappointed more than one teacher already.

Professor McGonagall exchanged looks with Fred and y/N.

"Then, y/N, you and George go to the trophy room, to clean them out. I believe Mr Filch has left a set of cleaning gadgets for you there," she started, "now, you, Mr Weasley, come with me."

George waved his brother good-bye as he and y/N walked away from the room.

"Do think Filch will be there watching us?" you asked, trying to make conversation, "He always gives me the creeps."

"In the way McGonagall spoke, I don't think he will," George said, almost touching your arm as you two took a turn to find the trophy room.

When you got there, you two started focused, cleaning everything with attention. Neither seemed ready to talk, although George had no idea what to talk about with you.

"So, huh, I forgot to thank you," you said, raising your head from the trophy to find George's face in the middle of the room. "For tipping me about Fred."

"No problem," George said, looking to find your face as well. "To be fair, it was quite nice seeing his face when you sent him away."

"He wasn't mad, was he?" you asked, worried.

"Oh, he was," George said, without thinking. He, then, noticed your concerned face, "but I think he will stay away from you from now on."

You tilted your head as you slowly came closer to him. It was involuntary; you felt the gravity pulling you two closer.

"He acknowledges you are a powerful witch, I guess."

You giggled, tossing a lock of hair behind your ear. George's eyes followed the lock's trajectory — he noticed he grew fond of your hair.

"And you?" you asked, with a coy smile.

"Me?" George gulped, tilting his head in your direction.

"Do you acknowledge I'm a powerful witch?" you used of his words as you fluttered your eyelashes at him.

"I never doubted it," answered George, staring deep into your eyes, and embracing the flirtatious atmosphere that you two were walking in.

It was your time to feel a bit embarrassed. Could he be speaking the truth? You wondered.

"You're a powerful wizard yourself, George," you replied, biting your lip, causing him to focus on your mouth. And now he was staring at it, George didn't want to stop. He wanted to have it, and so, he decided to go for it.

He slowly leaned in, as you gulped nervously. His lips met yours, soft at first. A delicate encounter, but then, a rush — you both wanted more. His hands found their way around your body, and fastly he raised you and positioned you sitting on the available table, as one of your hands tossed aside the trophies that were on it — they all fell to the floor.

Your left hand found his hair, and you didn't want to take it out of there. He seemed to like the touch as well because he started biting, softly, your lips, and that send shivers all around your body.

He was about to lay you down on the table when the door opened, surprising you two.

"Oh, for Merlin's sake! Break it, now!" shouted an angry Professor McGonagall, and you felt your face get redder than George's hair.

Behind her, Fred was having the time of his life — he couldn't stop laughing.

"I didn't know detention could be fun!" he said, winning an angry frown from his twin.

You and George stared at each other embarrassed, but most of all, regretting getting caught. But that didn't seem like that would be the last time.

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sparklingpax · 2 years

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Curious question, what was your reaction to watching the Transformers Prime series for the first time? I'm especially curious about how your reaction was to seeing Optimus for the first time in that series. (Those 2 posts about your valentines day art and the TFP series being my favorite was the same person, aka me! I was thinking i could say a word that lets you know it's me and not some other anon. How about: 'TFP FAN'? I'm not allowed to have a tumbler account so that's why.)

HIIII ✨✨✨ Yes, I do believe "tfp fan" is a good name for you, if you like it!! ^w^

Sorry for typos, I'm typing this out on my phone & I'm usually terrible at that

Also omg!! Fellow lurker!!!!! 🥺✨💕 funny story, I actually was also banned from the internet (so of course, social media as well) for like....my whole life until literally only a little more than a year ago was I allowed to go ahead and...have social media accounts....💀💀💀 I mean didn't stop me from sneaking stuff but then there was that time I got caught in 7th grade but wooo that's another story 🥲

And so anyways, it was painful I could never like posts or interact with ppl who had takes I agreed with or ideas I thought were interesting, but it always made me happy when at least my anon asks would be answered by cool blogs I wished I could follow but settled to just watch from the sidelines until I myself was finally allowed to join Tumblr!!! So long story short, I totally feel ya!!! You can drop in any time you want, as can anyone else! Just be prepared for me and the infamous long amounts of time it takes for me to actually, finally respond to ppl 😳😅✨

ANYWAY ok, so to answer your question, the first time I saw TFP was when I was just barely 6 years old, and lemme tell you I loved that series deeply 😳💗💜💕✨ I watched "Deus ex Machina" and instantly felt excited and invested, especially because up until then, I'd never really watched or found anything that excited me fr. I'd seen MLP because my friends did, I played with toys and went to the park, but for the first time, I saw that show and genuinely felt like "woah. That was cool....I want to see more." And bam, from there I became a TFP fan who excitedly chattered about the episode I watched for a whole week to everyone I knew until Friday when the new ep would air and I'd rush my homework to get to it & then the cycle would repeat.....I remember feeling attached to the characters, and feeling as if this was a show with depth and action and it always excited me. I loved the visuals, the music, the atmosphere of it all. A couple things went over my head that I never got until I saw it again in its entirety in 5th grade (fourish years later, when I bought the DVDs) because I was, again, a tiny first grader...but I'll never forget how much I enjoyed that show, how excited I got when the theme played and I watched a new episode....OH and OPTIMUS. I wouldn't have called him Hot™️ when I first saw him because I wouldn't have known to call him that, but I do remember thinking he was cool, noble, powerful, and that I loved just looking at him--which to be fair, I still have that with characters today. There's a long list of faves I have, and I might call them 'cute' or 'hot' but more in the sense that they're just really fun to look at for me, and that matching with their personalities makes me really love them, but not in a romantic sense..... however I make an exception for Optimus because imo, he is and always will be, Hot™️ (y'all I see you with your baseball bats and your 'go to horny jail' but I'm not afraid of you--)

So anyway, concluding my rambling, basically, I loved it a lot and I love it more or less as much today! In spite of the problems it has like any series does, it's still a meaningful show with depth and super cool fight scenes I'll always love especially because of how I loved it when I was a Tiny Child, and for how much of a role it played in my life, getting me through really tough things and being a safe haven I can return to that never fails to make me smile in some way <3 💗💕💜💜💕💙

-Kuni :D

#kuni talks #kuni answers #anon #anon asks #things #nice things #tf #tfp #transformers #transformers prime #transformers stuff #<3 #:)

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zu-is-here · 3 years

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!!!!!

OH MY GOD

OH STARS

OH DEAR

I genuinely did not expect a drawing in response! And what a pretty, gentle, bitter-sweet drawing it is! I love it so much!

My admiration aside though, thank you very much for the interaction, that's exactly what I needed! Now let's hope I'll be able to make it work (x

And I would never mind post Dark Cream! It's absolutely beautiful on its own, but also now there are more parallels and references to make, and you know how much I love it ✨

Back to the world-building. As for Dream (and Nightmare) specifically, while they are not skeleton monsters, their bodies were copied from one, so it still works, I think. As for their human forms... I believe the twins are their own kind, no matter in what form — human, skeleton monsters, or tiny fireballs. The appearance isn't all that important and definitely doesn't change their unique nature. I mean, here Nightmare says pretty much what I just said, only in less words and without theories about the world-building?.. Plus, [SPOILERS ahead for the true ending of Dreamtale; quotes and other information are from here] "Dream becomes a real guardian... He manages to unleash his full power, this breaking his skeleton body and giving him a more humanoid appearance." Also, at the very beginning of this article we have, "...there are three vital trees... all protected by extremely powerful guardians." Who are definitely not humans (or monsters), not at all. Everything once and again points out that Dream is not human, and isn't supposed to be that. He only looks like one. Or, well, will look like one at some point, I guess?.. We'll have to wait and see (and god am I excited for this). After all, Nim's form is human-ish as well, and that's true for the other guardians, Lanny (who is an elf, which is very human-ish on my opinion) and Quetzalcoatl (whose true form isn't humanoid at all, but he can appear as such and is mostly depicted humanoid, too). It still doesn't make either of them humans.

To conclude, the form is mostly irrelevant, because it doesn't determine their nature. For some time it is a replica of a skeleton monster, then it is a replica of a human or something like that. Ultimately, it doesn't matter much.

Let's be completely honest, Dream and Nightmare were never supposed to exist in the first place. As cruel and gruesome as it is, it's the truth. Even more so, Dreamtale was never supposed to be in the Undertale Multiverse. Nim was forced to choose that. It was a desperate measure, once and again. This whole story seems to be about paradoxes and choices and consequences of those choices, not all of which we have control over. And that's a huge part of why personally I love it so much.

Anyway. Thanks for listening to me! I swear I did not intend this to be so long, it just... happens. In Russian I call it "и понеслась душа в (писательский) рай", don't have an English equivalent yet (x But really, Zu, you are such a good listener, I do appreciate it a lot. For me it's either these long passionate monologues or nothing at all, and I'm too depressed to not stay silent all the time. It just feels like I'd burden people with all this talk. So for me it takes a great deal of trust and comfort around someone to talk in such an open manner. I'm very glad and grateful to have you in my life.

Take care! *hugs*

Heheh, but you asked for some soft and positive interaction, didn't you? (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) So I found this to be the only way to express such feelings! Guess that's what each of us lacks so we put the longing into our works. And I'm very pleased you liked it! ♡ How are you doing lately?

Speaking about the world-building, that's absolutely right! ☆ It makes more sense since we don't really know all of their possibilities, in any of their form. However, just like you said, it doesn't determine their nature ☆ In spite of everything, Joku is a truly brilliant creator.

By the way, your choice of words reminded me of one song I used to associate with them in some ways... It’s more about not being able to be with your significant one since we’re all like leaves on the tree being taken away by the wind once, but isn't it about them both as well? "Now I see, we were never meant to be" ♪

Do you remember the meme "to catch a cockroach, you need to think like a cockroach"? XD In fact, this tactic's successful in analyzing a character to understand their personality from their point of view, as soon as you put yourself in their place. You start asking yourself such simple questions like: how am I? What do I feel? What's happening to me right now? How much effort and time does it take for me to admit and accept that I wasn't the loved and long awaited child? Is six years too long or very short?

Despite my burning desire to dig deeper and deeper, I'm not gonna torment them and others here forever (≧∀≦) And luckily, I have at least two new victims who I have to and want to spend a lot of time working on ☆

Seems like that freedom of thought and word is contagious ∑(°▽°) So thank you for listening to my rambling as well! Again, feel free, cause you're always very welcome here╰(*´︶`*)╯And take care! *hugs*

#ask #zu is happy #song

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wonkasmissstarshine · 4 years

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The Chocolatier’s Rose {Willy Wonka x OC} Ch. 6

GIFs not mine. Credit go to owners.

Summary: It’s the day of the tour. Rose Bucket and Willy Wonka meet for the first time.

Tagging: @holdmeicant @willymywonkers

Here they were, Rose and Charlie Bucket, standing at the front gates of Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory, waiting to be let in. Rose had dressed extra special for the occasion. Under her jacket, she was wearing a black dress with a white collar. There were red roses outlined on the black of her dress. She wore a pair of flats to match. "Aren't you excited, Rosie?" Charlie asked, looking up at his sister.

Rose smiled down at him. "More than you can imagine, Charlie" She looked back the at the crowd, seeing Mr and Mrs Bucket, and Grandpa Joe, smiling at them. Mrs Mason even showed up. She stood with the Buckets and gave a grin.

Rose looked forwards again. She then began to wonder what exactly Mr. Wonka looked like. Would he be as handsome as she pictured him to be? Would he smell as good as his chocolate?

"Daddy!" Veruca Salt whined. "I want to go in!"

Rose sighed and rolled her eyes. Mr. Salt replied to his daughter, "It's nine fifty nine, sweetheart"

"Make time go faster!" Veruca demanded. Rose had to fight the urge to scream at the child she was stuck standing next to.

"Eyes on the prize, Violet" Rose overheard Mrs Beauregard tell her daughter. Of course, they were wearing matching outfits. "Eyes on the prize"

The gates opened and a voice came from the speakers. "Please, enter!" While everyone else was in a rush to be first, Rose and Charlie took their time. "Come forward!" Everyone moved forward until they were at the factory's entrance. "Close the gates!" The gates closed. "Dear visitors, it is my great pleasure to welcome you to my humble factory. And who am I? Well.."

The doors opened revealing a red curtain. Music began playing as the curtain was pulled back to reveal singing puppets. Rose smiled and began dancing to the song. The Gloops also danced along to it while everyone just stared.

Willy Wonka, Willy Wonka

The Amazing Chocolatier

Willy Wonka, Willy Wonka

Everybody give a cheer!

He's modest, clever, and so smart,

He barely can restrain it.

With so much generosity,

There is no way to contain it

To contain it, to contain, to contain, to contain.

Willy Wonka, Willy Wonka

He's the one that you're about to meet.

Willy Wonka, Willy Wonka

He's a genius who just can't be beat.

The magician and the chocolate 'wiz

The best darn guy who ever lived

Willy Wonka here he is!

A chair rose out of the floor, but it was empty. The pyrotechnics from the musical number caused the puppets to start melting. Everyone just stood in complete silence until someone started clapping and laughing. Everyone looked at the man who was now standing by Mr. Salt.

"Wasn't that just magnificent?" the man asked. Rose couldn't help but smile. She knew that this had to be Willy Wonka. "I was worried it was getting a little dodgy in the middle part, but then that finale. Wow!"

The man walked up the steps and turned to stare at everyone. "Who are you?" Violet asked.

"He's Willy Wonka" Rose said, in an almost dreamy tone. Sure, she pictured him to be handsome, but he was more beautiful than she could have imagined. And she already loved his quirky personality.

"Really?" Charlie asked, a smile on his face.

"Good morning, starshine! The earth says hello!" Willy greeted. Everyone stared at him like he was nuts, but Rose giggled, obviously amused by the man. Willy looked at her, and smiled a little bit. He was glad someone liked his greeting. He reached into his jacket and pulled out some cards. "Dear guests, greetings! Welcome to the factory. I shake you warmly by the hand" He extended his hand out for someone to shake it, but no one was stepping forward. That is, until Rose did. She could tell that he wasn't used to social interaction, so she wanted to be polite and try to make the situation a bit more comfortable for him.

She grabbed his hand and shook it, flashing him a smile. "It's very nice to meet you!" She whispered to him, before stepping back to stand beside Charlie again.

Willy just simply stared at her. He was already taken away with her. Not only was she the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen before, but she was kind and there was this warmth he felt when his gloved hand touched hers. He glanced back down at his cards when he felt he had been staring too long. "My name is Willy Wonka!"

Veruca pointed at the chair. "Then shouldn't you be up there?"

"Well, I couldn't very well watch the show from up there, now could I little girl?" This made Rose giggle yet again. Her angelic laugh was like music to Willy's ears. He couldn't help but smile at her again.

Charlie was quick to notice the silent interaction between his sister and the chocolatier. He may have been young, but he wasn't blind to notice when two people were already in love.

"Let's get a move on, kids!" Willy urged. Everyone followed him into the factory.

"Don't you want to know our names?" Augustus asked.

"Can't imagine how it would matter" Willy replied. "Come quickly. Far too much to see" He led everyone to a long room with a long red carpet, pale grey walls and bright lights. "Just drop your coats anywhere" Willy shed his coat, dropping it on the ground, and he took off his sunglasses as well, dropping them on top of his coat.

Rose gasped quietly when she saw his eyes. She had never seen violet eyes before. She had a better look at him now that they were under some light. His skin was so pale, due to the lack of sunlight from living in the factory for so long, and not one strand of his chocolate brown hair was out of place.

Everyone else opted to hang their coats on the posts of the velvet rope that was in the room. Rose glanced over at Willy to see him staring at her again. She blushed and looked down at the ground.

"Mr. Wonka, sure is toasty in here" Mr. Teavee commented.

"What?" Willy said, breaking out of his stare. "Oh, yeah. I have to keep it warm in here because my workers are used to an extremely hot climate. They just can't stand the cold" He explained.

"Who are the workers?" Charlie asked curiously.

"All in good time" Willy told him. He began leading the way down the hall. "Now..." Suddenly, Violet hugged him causing Willy to gasp.

"Mr. Wonka, I'm Violet Beauregard!" The girl smiled at him as she obnoxiously chewed on her gum. Rose rolled her eyes. It was going to be a long day with Violet's gum smacking.

"Oh" Willy glanced down at the girl and then muttered, "I don't care"

"Well, you should care, because I'm the girl that's gonna win the special prize at the end" Violet said with overconfident grin on her face.

"Well, you do seem confident and confidence is key" Willy said. Violet grinned up at her mother. Mrs. Beauregard gave an approving nod.

Willy gasped yet again when Veruca stepped in front of him. She had a big smile on her face. "I'm Veruca Salt. It's very nice to meet you, sir" She then curtsied.

"I always thought a verruca was a type of wart you got on the bottom of your foot. Haha!" Veruca glared at Willy, but Rose giggled again. Willy smiled at the sound. But that smile was quickly gone when Augustus stepped between him and Veruca.

"I'm Augustus Gloop" The gluttonous boy introduced himself, before taking a bite of the chocolate bar he had with him. "I love your chocolate!"

Willy eyed the boy up and down. "I can see that! So do I. I never expected to have so much in common" Before he took another step forward, he turned around and looked at Mike. "You. You're Mike Teavee. You're the little devil who broke the system" Then he looked at Charlie, but a genuine smile seemed to appear on Willy's face. "And you, you're just lucky to be here, aren't you?" He looked up at everyone else. "And the rest of you must be their p...p..."

Willy was struggling to say the word. To Rose, it looked like he was going to vomit trying to say it. "Parents" Mr. Salt finished for him.

"Yeah! Moms and dads!" Willy smiled but it quickly dropped when he looked off into space and muttered, "Dad? Papa?"

"Actually," Rose's voice pulled Willy back into reality. "I'm Charlie's older sister, Rose"

"Rose" Willy quietly repeated her name, a smile forming as the word left his lips. "Like the flower"

"Exactly" Rose nodded.

The two of them stared at each other for a moment. Everyone stared awkwardly at them, except for Charlie and Mrs. Beauregard. Charlie smiled at them, looking between the two. Mrs. Beauregard kept a jealous glare on Rose.

"Shall we?" Willy said, addressing everyone though his eyes were kept on Rose. He finally peeled his eyes away from her to lead everyone down the hall.

"Is it just me or does Wonka seem a few quarters short of a buck?" Mr Teavee had asked Mr. Salt.

"I'm sorry, I don't speak American" Mr. Salt replied.

Augustus walked up to Charlie. Rose watched the two of them carefully. Maybe the Gloop boy wouldn't be as bad as she thought. Maybe Charlie would make a friend with him. "Would you like some chocolate?" Augustus asked Charlie.

"Sure" Charlie nodded.

"Then you should have brought some!" Augustus teased before taking a bite out of the chocolate. Rose glared daggers at the boy.

Violet and Veruca looked at each other. "Let's be friends!" Veruca suggested, with an obviously fake smile.

"Best friends!" Violet said, the same smile plastered on her face. The two girls linked arms and their smiles quickly dropped.

Charlie grabbed Rose's hand and gently pulled on it. "Yes, Charlie?" She asked her curious brother.

"I think Mr. Wonka likes you" Charlie concluded.

A deep blush appeared on Rose's cheeks. "Charlie, he just met me. He couldn't possibly like me already"

"But he keeps staring at you and smiling at you" The next words that came out of Charlie's words surprised Rose to say the least. "Do you believe at love at first sight?"

"Of course I do, Charlie, but I also believe you should get to know the person before you decide to spend the rest of your life with them. That way you're sure that you absolutely do love them" When Rose said that last part, a train of guilt passed right through her. She stopped walking and stared off into space, much like Willy had done moments earlier.

"Rosie, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, Charlie" Rose assured him when she was back into reality. "Let's just enjoy our day, alright?" She ran a hand through his hair. They finally reached the end of the hallway.

"An important room this," Willy explained. Rose noted something odd about the door. It was so small that a mouse was the only thing that could get through it. "After all, it is a chocolate factory"

"Then why is the door so small?" Mike questioned.

"It's to keep all the great big chocolatey flavour inside!" Willy answered him, and then laughed. He crouched down to unlock the door with his key. He then stood back up and pushed the bigger door open with the palm of his hand.

The view that appeared before Rose was only the kind of thing you'd see in your dreams. But here it was in front of her.

#willy wonka x oc #willy wonka x reader #willy wonka #rose bucket #my oc #rose and willy #the chocolatier's rose

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owlsbride · 3 years

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Icha Icha and Prejudice: The Book Club

Chapter V: A Suitable Marriage

"So…" Sakura answered, arriving at an obvious conclusion observing her cup of sake "now you have to go all way to Suna to solve Naruto's mess."

"Yes," Kakashi nodded, looking at the empty space behind her "I'm not exactly thrilled about it, but it's my job after all." He concluded finally directing his gaze to Sakura to look at her big furious green eyes. He suppressed an inner smile.

"But why? Why don't you send Naruto back again? He was the one that asked the Kazekage an extra train program to be a better Hokage" Sakura started annoyed "And Gaara accepted. What was he thinking? Besides, they both made this mess together."

It was infuriating. Gaara, the most collect man she has ever known, all so stoic, silently analyzing everything around him with his sharp mind. Separated from the world, absorbed in his thoughts with his celestial eyes always directed to the horizon, protecting his village. She couldn't understand it.

"Maa, Sa Ku Ra, calm down" Kakashi spoke with his soft tone, guessing what was going on inside her mind "Gaara may be the Kazekage, and a great one, by the way, a fine young man, but inside he's still a child. I think he's still trying to figure out what human relationships are all about, and when being too friendly or solicitous is too much. I guess he couldn't say no to a friend." There was so much tenderness in his words that Sakura sighed leaning back in her chair a little less angry.

"God, he's worst than Sai." Sakura agreed finally most to herself than to Kakashi thinking about the problems that the young man with black hair suffered and caused due to his lack of social empathy.

"Trust me Sakura, if I were to choose between them both..." Kakashi left the phrase hanging. He was not mad at the Kazekage nor Naruto, he was just tired and resigned with the last one. Naruto would never really change.

"Still..." Sakura began again "I don't know why you can not solve this problem from here. Was it that bad?

"You couldn't just start to imagine."

"But this weather..." She was less angry but pushier now.

"If I didn't know you better, I would think you don't want to let me go, Sakura" he spoke in such a suggestive way that Sakura trembled under his gaze "but I'm sure is not the case, right?"

"Of course not Hokage Sama" she was blushing, a lot "I'm just worried about the security of our leader." Sakura finally answered, wrinkling her nose. Kakashi laughed at her face.

"Relax Sakura, I'm not just an old useless politician".

"I guess you are right... you are not a politician" Sakura said, sticking out her tone.

"Careful Sa Ku Ra, the cat may eat your tongue someday" Kakashi answered her with a deep dark tone licking his own lips, or at least that's what she believed. Again the warm feeling forming in her low stomach, now she was sure, it was not her chakra.

"Yeah... anyway..." she tried to hide her excitement and shame at once adopting a much more professional stance, "I think I should go with you." She finished crossing her arms on the table.

"And that could be because...?" Kakashi leaned back on his chair taking distance from Sakura, eyeing her suspiciously, he had seen this coming. He knew that Sakura was going to ask her to go with him.

"I think it's pretty obvious Sensei." He hated the honorifics, but he just stopped fighting it a long ago with Sakura. It was just a mannerism, a way of speaking, not particularly a sign of respect or distance. It was merely their ways, and it was ok, strange and alluring at times, but ok.

"Go on..."

"I believe that the company of a nin doctor in this weird mission of yours, trying to recover Suna from the Tsunami named Naruto, could be of much help." She finished matter of factly.

"For what? a heatstroke?" Kakashi wasn't going to fall in her charms.

"Stop mocking me, Sensei" Sakura pouted. Now she was feeling hurt.

"I'm not mocking you." He smiled. She was cute sometimes. "I'm just saying that there are no risks in my short journey to Suna. It's a safe trip. Only three days and I'll be back; besides, you forget something."

"What?" Sakura asked in confusion

"You are on vacations."

"Yes, a vacation I didn't request for." It was evident that she still felt horrible about that decision.

"And yet, here we are. Having dinner in your second night of" Kakashi said raising his cup, even if he was not going to drink it with Sakura watching straight to his face.

"I guess..." Sakura did drink her sake and started again with all the Suna issue "So, you are going alone? Who is going to be encharged during these days?"

"I asked an old friend to help me here. Luckily she said yes. Having you not accepting the recess and Naruto trying to put his last training in practice is too much of a danger to leave the village alone. And no, I'm not travelling by myself" Kakashi gave her a wink.

"Hey! I'm not that bad. I'm not going to break the rules Hokage Sama". Sakura was starting to feel offended. She was not a girl anymore. He had to stop seeing her like one "I'm not a gir..."

"A girl. You are not a girl anymore." Kakashi finished for her "I'm well aware of that". Eyes darker.

"So, Who is this friend of yours and with who are you travelling with?" Sakura asked incredulously. She didn't know Kakashi had friends except for Guy Sensei and Genma, (who were definitely not suitable for cover him in these three days) less a woman. Why was she a bit jealous, and why was Kakashi noticing it? He laughed a true-hearted laugh.

"Easy Sakura, Lady Tsunade is going to take my place these days, I think she is more than capable, don't you agree? He was genuinely asking her opinion.

"Wow!" Sakura said in surprise "She must really love you like to say yes."

"Doesn't everyone love me? He was such a Drama Queen. "And about the travelling arrangements, I'm going with Shikamaru."

"Well..." Sakura pondered "Shikamaru is really capable, and he is your advisor. I think he is the most suitable for the job." Sakura concluded.

"Yes," Kakashi stated. "though, I think he has his personal agenda on this journey."

"Oh... You mean..." Sakura didn't want to talk more words than necessary. She didn't know how much information Kakashi had about Temari and Shikamaru's relationship.

"Of course Sakura," Kakashi spoke as it was the most obvious thing in the world "The princess."

"So you know..." It was not a question.

"Sakura, I'm not the Hokage for nothing, you know?" There was fun in his voice. "I've seen how they look at each other, I've listened when they talk at the phone. I've been there when they fight together side by side at the Fourth War. It was just a matter of time." He finished almost with longing.

"Like us" Sakura whispered to herself not expecting Kakashi to listen.

"Like us, what? His eyes were gleaming. Sakura felt nervous.

"Just..." she had to think quickly. "Just like the rest of us, you noted the romance coming back then too." That was closed. Kakashi shifted his mouth uncomfortably under his mask, wrinkling his nose. He wasn't buying it.

"Yes." Disappointment in his words. "Anyway... I think a wedding is coming soon and it will become most profitable for both villages. Suna and Konoha united forever. Shikamaru and princess Temari, we couldn't ask for more." Kakashi spoked low.

A cold chill ran down Sakura's spine upon hearing Kakashi's words. It was the Hokage who spoke: cold, distant, calculating. She wasn't sure if she liked this version of Kakashi. Yes, she has witnessed terrible decisions that he had to make as the village leader, she had seen the horrors of the war and what makes people do. But why this bothered her so much? Was it because she had lost sight of the fact that he was the Hokage after all and not just his partner, friend, and secret fantasy? Was she so in love that, now, only one sentence about the convenience of marriage was enough to make all the bandages fall off?

Kakashi hadn't actually said anything about fixing a marriage, but that's what it sounded like, and inside her, it seemed painful.

"What's wrong, Sakura?" Kakashi asked full of worry. He had just realized after his lazy conversation that something had bothered Sakura.

"Is that how you see us?" Sakura began without looking at him "only as exchange goods, potential political deals or war unions thanks to a good marriage and the lineage that can come out of it?"

"I'm sorry, Sakura, but I can't see the problem there" Kakashi answered in all honesty.

"Sure..." Sakura said dryly in a mocking tone "then maybe I can go for the Kazekage. What do you think? I'm sure that is highly beneficial".

Kakashi was confused, but he was not going to recoil.

"Well, Sakura, good luck with that, cause I don't think Gaara is into girls..." He started doubting "Actually, I think he is into nothing at all, but that's your choice." Why was he getting angry? "Now, if instead, you would like to set your eyes on the brother, Kankuro, that could be something entirely different."

"You can start making the arrangements then, and as Hokage, you can walk me down the aisle." Sakura suppressed a tear.

"That would be your father´s job. I may be old, but that´s not my place" Kakashi retorted angrily, but without racing his voice.

"My parents lost faith in me long ago, I don´t think they are interested in my wedding, they think I´m already too old for that" She was sad, resigned. They have stopped talking to her when she refused to marry Sasuke, another suitable arrangement.

"What the hell are you talking about? I'm not one of those characters of that stupid book of yours, Lizzie."

Sakura looked down, suddenly she was feeling a bit ashamed. She avoided his eyes at all cost, and she was safe by the waitress announcing that the restaurant was closing. Kakashi paid the bill without saying anything, and they both started walking home, strangely taking the same path.

Sakura was the first in breaking the silence.

"You are reading the book, eh?"

"Hmmm" Kakashi hummed as the only answer.

"Already bored?" She was watching at the stars.

"Actually no" Kakashi began "Even if I don't know yet what to think about it, debating my self between if it is a good manner manual or a statement of the women position in the society, I have to recognize it's quite interesting."

"You haven't read enough yet" Sakura was acting childish. How was it possible that he still didn't realize that the book was actually an ode to true love.

"I supposed." He closed the conversation.

They continue walking a few more blocks before arriving at Sakura's door. Finally, they face each other.

"Sakura, listen" Kakashi needed to clear some things before parting to Suna "What I meant earlier" he swallowed hard "I would never jeopardize the happiness of any of you for the good of the village. You are my priority. The marriage between Shikamaru and Temari is indeed a benefit to Konoha, but that does not mean that I'm directing your lives from a desk. All of you already risk enough every day out there. I would not take love out of your hands."

Sakura nodded with her mouth dry, she needed a drink, a strong one. She finally locked eyes with him and smile much more relaxed.

"Are you going to send me a text as soon as you arrived Suna?" Sakura asked in a happy tone.

"Of course" he simply answered, hands in his pocket.

"And are you going to send my regards to the Kazekage and his brother?" Now she was teasing.

"If that's what you wish..." Kakashi left the phrase got lost in the air. The storm menacing again once more the Konoha's sky.

Sakura laughed heartedly.

"Good night Kakashi Sensei, have a good trip." Sakura said, turning her back to him.

She suddenly stood frozen with her keys trembling in her hands.

Warm breath sifted through the mask ran down her neck and the lobe of her ear. Kakashi hadn't gotten to touch a single hair of her, but all of it rose on her body. Her breath stopped for an instant that seemed like hours, his words tickling as he spoke.

"Have a good night you too, Lizzie." And just like that Kakashi disappeared.

Inner Sakura was going to be happy.

Notes:

So many things to say

1- It´s getting really really late here but I wanted to post it anyway

2- A little bit of tension is not that bad

3- Next chapter we may know, or not, what Naruto has done at Suna. Also, I´m pretty sure that the virtual chat is coming back.

4-Kakashi is making his homework after all.

5- I like the idea that Gaara may be a bit of asexual, though the story shows us different.

6- You Know what to do.

7- If there is anything else you would like to know, please write to me

8- Can somebody be so lovely and helpful and explain me how to link the chapters for making it easy to read? I'm almost as stupid as Kakashi with tech

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rappaccini · 3 years

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jeez i just read jupiter's legacy and... i lowkey hate it?

idk if i'm reading this wrong but.....

so you're telling me that a book all about ~the ultimate destiny of humanity~ that examines how late capitalism is rotting society, how the old systems simply don't work in our current reality, and how important it is for the old generation to make room for new leaders, new ideas, new change.... only to conclude that the real problem is ~celebrity culture~ and the new kids not respecting the old guard who perpetuated those problems in the first place enough and being radicals who want to change the world too much? that the solution, the ~ultimate destiny~, is to return to the golden days, bring back the status quo and literally repeat the past to such an extent that they're just cosplaying as their parents?

................ i hate it.

the thematic dissonance is like... if 'the boys' ended with vought winning, the seven being right all along and annie deciding to become the new homelander. or if 'umbrella academy' ended with reginald being the ultimate big good of the series and his abuse being justified as necessary to make the academy strong enough to ~save the world.~ (.... is that how tua's gonna end? i'm 60/40 on it)

the titular 'legacy' is literally just s8 dany vs rey skywalker.

one kid believes the system is broken and must be replaced by radical change, and he is therefore pure evil and must be obliterated. it's just 'dany was wrong for freeing the slaves, actually, because trying to break the wheel of suffering only makes you worse than everyone who upheld it' got espoused in s8.

and the good child who gets to inherit the earth does so literally because she stops rebelling, submits to living in her parents' shadow and never steps out of it to be herself, but we're treating it like a good thing. all the interesting ideas chloe stood for--- like breaking the villains out of supermax because she earnestly believes they can change for the better and will help her save the world if they're only given trust and respect, and seeing the good in the son of her parents' mortal enemy to such an extent that she falls in love with him and has a child with him (and is never made fun of by the narrative for it the way so much heroine/bad boy canon often unfolds), and turning her back on sponsorships, artifice and corporate branding to enact actual change for the good of everyone and finally finding purpose and confidence in herself as a result--- are totally jettisoned the second she puts her mom's costume on, takes up her parent's ideology and declares that we're going back to the good ol' days because trying to eliminate poverty was worse, actually.

i know they're ~going for~ brandon turning evil because he wants to break out of his parents shadow and forge a new path, and chloe turning good because she comes to break out of the celebrity nonsense and gets back to the fundamentals of heroism, and i love the subversion of them switching places in our minds as hero and villain after we're lead to believe brandon's the hero and chloe's the problem child, but man are the undertones of the way this conflict unfolds just... yikes.

blech. it really is just sky high with the deconstructive aesthetic watchmen popularized but none of the understanding of what watchmen even was. and a dash of rise of skywalker sprinkled on top.

well, at least the concept of chloe was neat while she lasted and the fast unpredictable pace was genuinely exciting. the characters were neat, the art was pretty and the plotting was tight. it's just that the underlying message was just kinda gross imo.

here's hoping the netflix adaptation makes heavy deviations, as they are wont to do, but if nothing else at least my expectations are low.

#jupiter's legacy

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I actually want Jungkook to see how shitty the fandom is. To see what the TKers say. I know Jimin sees it, but I honestly want JK to see what happens. I know JK doesn't give af what ppl think of him but I wonder what he'll do when he sees what they say about Jimin in regards to him. lol I'm sorry but I actually hate how they love the fandom so much when it treats them and their friendship like shit.

Hey, Anon.

I know your ask was in regards to the “Jimin not being GCF main model” situation and the storm it brought with it, so I’m sorry for being late.

I think you got your wish a few days later when Jimin forgot to write Tae’s name and all hell broke loose. Hate tweets, hate hashtags, death threats.. you name it, Jimin got it all. Mostly from solo Tae stans but sadly from OT6 “ARMY’s” too, many of who t/k shippers. A quick disclaimer here: I know many many many Tae and t/k stans are respectful and love Jimin and would never harm Jimin but let’s be honest - all ships have some nasty bad apples and in this particular case we really got to see exactly how nasty some of the t/k and Tae biased ones can get.

I politely disagree with you, Anon. I never ever want Jungkook or anyone from BTS to see hateful messages, especially because of something as dumb as ships (don’t attack me, I’m a shipper/supporter too). With Kookie and Jimin I’m even more sensitive considering the amount of insults that these two had gotten through the years from “ARMYs”. When I said that JK might have had a little too much faith in the fandom saying that “not main model” thing, I didn’t mean that he is naive or oblivious but that maybe he thought he had already made it perfectly clear how special JM is to him and believed people woudn’t actually turn this into another “I don’t like Jimin” charade. Unfortunately he was wrong.

Nevertheless, Jungkook is (hasn’t been for a time now) blind to the way twitter can be. In fact, I would say he is the one who has suffered the most from it (well, with the recent hate for Jimin they might be tied now). Maybe some of you don’t know but it is not without a reason that JK left twitter and now posts only once in a blue moon if it’s a major event and even then it’s not a given. For those of you who don’t know, we may say Jungkook was basically scared off Twitter with the way how ARMYs acted towards him. Let me give you some infro on one (of at least two) particularly gruesome instance: the hell that happened after BTS “Rainism” special stage. Bangtan bomb behind the scenes here. Jimin’s tweet about it here.

Kookie was very excited that he got the chance to be center the entire perfomance and he did a tremendous job, yet lets just say what he received from the fandom was far from nice. People started calling him “selfish”, “arrogant”, they tweeted how he should leave the band, OT6 tweets were everywhere. There were mean hashtags trending how BTS will be better without JK.. a complete mess. And all because he was happy to be at the spotlight the entire time once.Just once. How would this people support him in his solo projects if this was their reaction to one performance. It’s no suprise he left twitter after that and was radio silent for half an year. He rightfully decided he didn’t need that type of negativity in his life and I can’t say I don’t understand him. Everyone should be thankful to Jimin for feeding us pictures and videos of him otherwise we would have died from starvation.

So you see, Anon, he is far from oblivious to the hate.

When it comes to ships and ship wars it’s a little different:

Do the members know about ships? Absolutely. Most likely from the get go. This is common in kpop and it’s something that is used and promoted to gain popularity so of course they know. Also, they see comments saying “Jikook” or “T*ekook” everywhere - in the youtube comments, under their tweets, in the vlive comments, so they know. In fact how could they not know when people keep bringing ships up to them at fansigns for example?

Do they know about the ship wars? Yes for all, maybe to a different extent. At the very least when they scroll through the comments under vlives they see people saying “Where’s ta*kook”, “I don’t like Jikook”, “Bring t**kook” and etc. Such comments Jimin and Jungkook for sure saw in their last vlive together when they were scrolling though them at the beginning of the video. We can safely conclude that they know there’s separation in the fandom between the the main Min and Kook ships (you know which ones).

To what extent do they know? Debatable. We know Jimin monitors twitter and fan cafe a lot, he has said so himself. He must have seen the many many comments there about the ships even if a lot of them are in English. Jimin has also notoriously shut people up a few times when it comes to ships with his tweets so he must know.

Does JK monitor twitter? Probably yes to a lot smaller extent. Even if not, we can guess he knows from Jimin with which he is very close and apparently has no secrets from. Also, I assume he read at least people’s reactions to GCFo which sparked some shipping controversery on it’s own.

Do they care about ship wars? I would guess they care more about the state of the fandom than the hype every little thing gets but I believe from time to time they care if people are being particularly mean (as with the recent Jimin hate).

Do they act in certain ways because of ships? Well, they as well as the company know we like certain pairing more than others which influences photoshoots arrangements and such. Also fan service is still a thing even though BTS fan service is largely very genuine. If needs be (like at musters) they amp up the skinship but they care a lot about each othe rand are very close so nothing is “fake” just amplified.

What I mean with this long ass answer is that the boys know probably about everything - the ships, the reactions to them, the hate. They know. Even if they didn’t know about the “problematic side”, after the recent Jimin and Jin hate incident they must know for sure now. So there’s no need to wish for JK to see the hate as he is probably well aware of it currently. Once upon a time, when he was younger, he genuinely didn’t know people thought he hated Jimin, hence why he was so offended when asked if he really liked him. After that I believe he made sure to inform himself what that “hate JM” issue is and haven’t been that oblivious ever since.

There’s also no wondering how Jungkook will react to the hate towards Jimin. JK can’t stand seeing any of his hyungs getting hurt, let alone Jimin, let alone because of himself. He is always silent when people are teasing his “Jimin-ssi”, he’s the first to defend him even from his own bandmates, he made a whole ass video about him to the song “There for you”. It’s no news: Kookie would be pretty distraught to see Jimin’s name through the mud especially because of something he did. He would probably feel very bad and guilty.

I really don’t want that. In fact I don’t get why anyone would want that. Is it because you’re wondering about JK’s reaction? Becase there’s no need, we can safely guess he would be very unhappy. If you kind of want him to see the hate as a sort of “punishment” for his wrongdoing (I doubt that’s the case) then I think that’s going overboard as there’s no need for a “punishment” to begin with. JK didn’t do anything wrong. Even if he seriously meant it that Jimin’s not the main model, it’s his right and it’s not that big of a deal. No-one even claimed that Jimin should be the main one in the first place, I for one would understand and find it completely normal if Jungkook’s work doesn’t include Jimin every time. So, basically JK did nothing to be punished for. Sure, if he was teasing maybe he could have worded himself better and Jimin didn’t seem very happy but it’s not like Jungkook can monitor every single little thing he says or does all the time.

It’s not his fault that the fandom can take even the littlest things and turn them into a sh*t storm nor is it his responsibiltiy to always predict and prevent everything.

Even if we assume JK did or potentially one day does something downright unjistice or hurtful to Jimin, it is still not our place to meddle or want him punished. By now they for sure know how to settle conflicts so even if JK hurts Jimin’s feeling (or vice versa) it is between them to deal with it in whatever way they find fitting. We are merely observers, we don’t have the right to dictate their behaviour.

Which leads me to my last point: if perhaps you wished JK to see the hate in order for him to change his behaviour, I find that a little problematic. Firstly, because as I said he didn’t do anything wrong and basically never does anything to hurt Jimin in pulic let alone intentionally. Secondly, because it is not our place to wish how they should be towards each other. We get what we can, we don’t make demands. Third and most important: I don’t want Jungkook to think he can’t be himself because of what people might say. Sure, he should be respectful but that he already is. Once upon a time he was confused people thought he hated Jimin and since then he made sure to change how he acted in front of the cameras: he no longer pushes Jimin away or puts him in last place in looks. Jungkook did his homework and corrected himself, even though even back than anyone with eyes could see he cared a lot for his hyung. Now he is so gentle and thoughtful. One can say he even tries to prevent problems by always choosing Jimin for everything when he has the chance, always staying near his side, sitting next to him. He is careful both in words and actions and I believe he is that away not just in front of the cameras but privately as well.

He doesn’t need “corrections” because the problem is not with him. It’s with the fandom.

I’d hate for him to think he can’t tease Jimin (or his other hyungs), be honest about something with us or have interactions/take pictures/hug/laugh with Tae (or another member) because of what people might say. Having to monitor every single little thing JK (or any of the other members) does or says takes away from the relationship the group has with the fans. It also puts extra stress on them to be careful, further disconnects them from ARMY and contributes to them feeling like wearing a mask.

I don’t want Jungkook or Jimin or any of Bangtan to have to feel the neccesity to change how they act and how they present themselves in front of us, especially because of hateful comments and toxic shipping. They are already concerned with their image enough as it is, they don’t need to worry about it any more. It’s us that should change. The fandom should stop overreacting over every little thing, shippers should stop hating on a member because he “comes between their ship”, people should stop being hateful and mean to the members in general.

It’s the people who write rude and hurtful comments that should feel bad and not Jungkook reading them because he is plenty considerate, nice and genuine as it is.

#jikook #kookmin #jimin #jungkook

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I'm so thirsty for a Gen Lavellan x Fen'Sulahn AU...

Ireth’s death is a calamity that reminds Lavellan of the endof the world.

It is not the same scope, of course. One person, one clan,versus an unfathomable number? The scales could never compare. But then, shehad never really been able to process the loss in a way befitting the scope ofit anyhow. People, she had learned, generally are not built to fathom thatscale of tragedy. So, she had mourned it in the sense of losing everyone andeverything she knew.

And now she has lost nearly as much all over again.

Most of their clan is dead. Killed by Ireth herself, in thethroes of her madness. Those others who have survived, have largely scattered.Haninan has vanished into the mountains, grief-stricken and unwilling to befound, and given all that has happened, Lavellan cannot blame him. She thinksthat the two of them, herself and June, could probably find him. That he wouldlet them, if they came. But June refuses to go looking. He is convinced thattheir father must hate him, for killing Ireth.

Killing their mother.

Lavellan finds herself marvelling at her brother, when shecan spare the thought for it. He loved their mother, as surely as she did. Assurely as Haninan did, too. She has no doubts on that front. But she andHaninan, they could not have done it. She had helped to contain and even tofight Ireth, but in the end, it had been Solas all over again, for her part init. Even knowing that she needed tostop her mother, she could not bring herself to end it.

But June had.

Lavellan is not sure what kind of strength that is. Juneseems to fear that is something which makes him a worse person, but after allshe has seen and done, she cannot think so herself. And she tries her best totell him that, in the wake of their grief.

It is… hard. It has been a long time since she has had tonavigate the world without a Mother and Keeper to guide her. Without Haninan,or the clan. There is a lot of mourning to do. A lot of faces and voices tomiss, but it is even harder for June, who has never before seen people astemporary. Who cannot think to himself theylived for hundreds of years, they were happy, they had good lives. Becausein June’s world, there is nothing else to compare it to.

They bury Ireth together. Plant seedlings over the turnedearth, and weep against one another. The absence of their mother feels as grandand impossible as Ireth herself had been.

The fight had taken place in a valley, near to the campsitesof some of the Allied Elves. Those of the burgeoning empire, who march underthe banners of Elgar’nan and Mythal. Lavellan is unsure what to make of them,truth be told. They are Olwyn’s parents. They are first reference she has forhow truly far back Olwyn managed to send her spinning through time; Lavellan isolder than Mythal, which takes her aback when she realizes it. Older than Olwyn’sancient mother. And now this woman and her twin-soul husband build cities andestablish fortresses, and war with other clans, and appoint their children asleaders of their armies.

The elves who come to them in the wake of Ireth’s death arefriendly, though. They exclaim of June’s phenomenal transformation, and becomeeven more excited when he confirms that he is Waking-born. The son of a Keeper,true, but it is almost unheard of for even Keepers’ children to becomefull-blown dragons.

Lavellan does not mention what she suspects – that, havingdone it under the circumstances which he did, June will never manage thattransformation again, either.

Her brother seems at least somewhat mollified by having theaccomplishment celebrated. They both are welcomed into the settlement, and forlack of other recourse, they accept. The elves there talk of The Great Empire.The vision of Mythal and Elgar’nan; a uniting of all good and peaceful clans ofthe various ranges, to build a place where wickedness is routed, and the Peoplemight come together to share knowledge and to live in harmony. It is a prettypicture. But it does not exactly match the reality of armies and fortresses andobvious conquest which Lavellan sees around them.

She has seen empires before, and has never been given areason to laud the concept. The Imperium, and Orlais, and even the Qun and theChantry had been empires of a sort. In her grief, she could not help but despairinglythink that perhaps it was inevitable. Perhaps no place could truly avoid thecrushing wheels of expansionist visions; the bloody swath which the powerfulalways seemed intent upon cutting through everyone else. The settlement elvesseem genuinely relieved that Ireth’s rampage was halted before their lives wereforfeited to it, and willing to explain what they know of the madness of theKeepers. They think it is a weapon, that some of the clans of the far southhave devised in an effort to get peaceful clans to strike at the expandingempire. It only seems to affect Keepers, as well – those who can become dragonsby other means have, so far, not been susceptible to it.

It matches somewhat with the things Haninan had deduced, asthey had attempted to heal Ireth. That the madness was coming to her through theDreaming. That it was a deliberate, malicious thing. June shares theirknowledge in return, and the settlement elves seem genuinely excited to havesomething more to go off of.

They seem… just like regular people, really. People with avision and a hope for the future, who offer sincere remorse for their loss, andrelief at their own survival.

Whatever is really going on, Lavellan does not think theyhave answers to it. And, she thinks, perhaps all that is really going on isprecisely what seems to be going on.The world is still young, even if she has begun to feel very old in it. Thereis no weight of past empires to weigh it down, no long history of suffering andoppression to learn from. In that light, perhaps an empire does seem like anhonest, promising vision. Perhaps unity seems plausible. Perhaps the dream ofElvhenan began in much the same manner as the stories she had heard, growing upfor the first time – so long ago, now.

Olwyn had told her that it had all been good, once. Thatcorruption and poison, arrogance and greed, and the failings of herself and herbrothers, had sundered Elvhenan into chaos and despair.

Lavellan is not naïve enough to be convinced. But… Olwyn sent her back for a reason. Olwyn believedthat there was something she might be able to save.

And perhaps, if she cannot save it – perhaps June can helpher learn how to kill it, before all is lost again.

After a few months of recovery, the settlement comes underattack again. Lavellan recognizes the assailants; Hazard Clan. Scavengers andshrine-defilers, slave-takers and torturers. They like to target clans andwanderers who have lost their Keepers. June suspects them of being at leastpartly responsible for Ireth’s condition; their own Keeper is gifted in allmanner of strange magic, poisons of the mind and body among them, and they are distastefulenough to make for easy enemies. The settlement’s warriors repel them, but Lavellanand June take up arms to help as well.

If June kills his foes with uncommon viciousness, she doesnot see fit to comment on it. They die quickly, at least.

“They will have a camp, somewhere nearby,” Lavellanconcludes, when they are examining the corpses, afterwards. Ten elves.Well-equipped, and a few had been formidable enough to give them trouble. By mostclan standards that is a typical raiding party, but given the fortified natureof the settlement, a laughably undermanned group for a serious assault. Thefighting had begun when one of the settlement guards spotted signs of tamperingwith the outer wards, though, and ran into the party – not an intentional assault,then, but more likely a scouting group.

Which means there are more, somewhere, and that the plan from Hazard’s people was likely tolaunch a proper attack, once they’d weakened the outer defenses some.

June nudges one of the bodies with the toe of his boot, andscowls down at it. He has no weapons; try as she might to get him to at leasttake up a staff, June has always preferred to fight with magic alone.

“We will go after them,” he decides.

She raises an eyebrow at him.

“What, just the two of us?” she counters, and then nods backtowards the settlement guards – who are busy making their own assessments. “Wedo not command them, after all.”

June lets out an impatient breath. He runs a hand over hisbraids, and for a moment, he looks so much like their parents – Mother’scolouring, Father’s body language – that she aches. His gaze follows her to the settlement guards.

“It would be a risk,” he concedes.

Lavellan nods.

They are formidable, but they have no idea who is in therest of Hazard Clan’s party. If Hazard himself is there, then they will bebiting off more than they can reasonably chew.

Still…

She watches as one of the attackers’ corpses bleeds itslast. Unconscious, but apparently the elf had not been quite dead. Their bodyshifts from that of a massive boar, and into a more elven figure. Cold indeath.

She wonders what they had hoped to gain from all this.

And what does shehope to gain, now?

What can she gain?

June will join theevanuris. The thought is an unwelcome one. Her brother is… he is not whatshe would picture, for a God of Crafts, or for a great leader of the people.June is June. She loves him, but he has never been happy with himself. Neverbeen what he wants to be, and never been willing to relinquish the concept ofwhat he should be, either, in orderto make some kind of peace with himself. He is not a very good leader.

And in at least one timeline, she thinks, it was probablyhis undoing.

I cannot lose you,too.

“I suppose it is theirsettlement – it is up to them. We should tell them,” she decides, wondering howshe can fight this tide. “And then we should leave.”

June is taken aback by that.

“Leave?” he asks. “And go where?”

The bitterness in his voice is undisguised.

“We should find Father,” she says.

It is a mistake, and she knows it as soon as the words areout of her mouth. June’s jaw clenches and his posture goes rigid, the uneasearound him palpable until he manages to contain it. Bitterness cresting into arush of resentment so potent, she can taste it at the back of her own throat.

And beneath that, fear.

“Father does not want to be found, least of all by us,” her brother spits.

“He does not hate us, June,” she insists. “He does not hate you. He is grieving, just like we are.Mother would want us to mourn her together. She would want us to find him, notleave him alone out there, suffering by himself.”

“Mother would havenever thought that I…”

June’s mouth snaps shut before he can finish. Eyes brighterthan they should be, as he clenches a tight fist.

After a tense moment, Lavellan lets out a long breath.

“She wouldn’t have,” she concedes. Venturing a hand out tograsp her brother’s shoulder. A muscle in his jaw clenches tighter – but hedoes not shrug her off. Again, she sighs. “But only because none of us knewwhat was coming. She would not blame you, not for any of this.”

The bitterness sinks into her own voice, then. All thethings she can see coming. But of course, this never made it into the historybooks. Nor any of Olwyn’s accounts of the past.

“I do not want to go mourn in some ditch with Father,” Junefinally says, in a sharp tone of voice. And he does shrug her off, then. “Ifthe likes of Hazard’s Clan did this to Mother, did this to our clan, then I want their blood. This new group, they arefighting this battle. We should fight with them. Build with them. Make this –this vision of theirs into a reality,and get revenge in the meanwhile.”

She closes her eyes for a moment.

“We do not even know who is really responsible,” she pointsout.

“We can kill enough of them to make certain that whoever itis gets caught in the blast,” June counters, stubborn and hard, and wreathed inhis grief again. Like an impenetrable shell. Lavellan tries, but, that is theend of that conversation, it seems.

They head back to the settlement in stony silence.

The settlement elves are obviously displeased at the attack,but they invite Lavellan and June to confer with them on the matter – they havea fair number of able bodies among their ranks, but no lauded warriors inparticular, and no one with the experience of actually going toe to toe with aKeeper. June’s reputation seems to be growing, and Lavellan appears caught init as a matter of courtesy more than anything. But June has never reallydefended fortified ground before. He does not know the advantages ofstrongholds, or armies, or their disadvantages,either.

Ostensibly, neither does Lavellan. But she still remembersSkyhold. However long ago it may be – those memories are burned into her, assurely as anything. The firmament of her being. Gently eased, across theseyears, by the balm of a home that has now been shattered; and maybe there is atleast some use in that. Maybe she had grown complacent… no, she knows she grew complacent.

She takes over much of the discussions, until another voicefrom the past comes to rattle her.

“The scouts say that General Fen’Sulahn’s forces are thenearest,” one of the settlement leaders muses, in the midst of some debate overthe next move to take. “Iluthen can wing out to them and carry a message. Theyare quick enough to do the job, and Fen’Sulahn has units big enough that wecould simply trample these rogues once and for all.”

Lavellan freezes.

General Fen’Sulahn.

…Olwyn.

“No,” one of the other settlement leaders says, as shefights to keep her reeling internal. “Fen’Sulahn is moving somewhere inparticular. I doubt the army can afford to divert from their goal. Lord Elgar’nankeeps a force at Fort Sunbreak, by the old Broadfields campgrounds. They wouldnot be as many nor as swift, but they could probably spare more people. Weshould send Iluthen to them…”

The arguments carry on, and the name Fen’Sulahn is notmentioned again. But Lavellan finds herself struggling to fall into the flow ofstrategy and conversation once more. She lets June take his spotlight instead, onlyspeaking up when something seems particularly egregious to her; and when thesettlement leaders finally decide to call for Elgar’nan’s aid, she retreats tothe small guest room that she and her brother have been granted, and sinks intoone of the chairs there.

Olwyn.

Fen’Sulahn.

She is out there, right now. The Dread Wolf of legend. Thelover she could not save… and could not kill. A young general, now, leadingarmies and helping to build an empire of legend. The same empire that will seethe downfall of the elvhen peoples – the raising of the Veil, the creation ofmortality itself, the staging grounds for the world that would eventually beruled by so many other empires. The world savaged by Blights, sundered from itsspirits.

Home, give or take.

Lavellan closes her eyes and remembers. Soft hands. Warmlaughter. Sweet lips. Sad eyes.

She can taste ash on her tongue, by the time June comes andfinds her.

At least, under the circumstances, he does not see fit toquestion the grief that keeps spilling away from her. But she is not surprisedwhen he retreats from it, too. His own too fresh and sharp and easily called upto the surface.

He hesitates, at the doorway.

“When you were small, and you would cry… I always feltuseless,” he admits. Not looking at her. One hand resting by the door, his hairstill done in tidy, shining box braids. “If you want to go and find Father, Iwill not stop you.”

Haninan.

She does want togo and find him.

But Haninan is not the one who is falling into the hands ofElvhenan. Not right now, anyway.

“I will not go without you,” she tells her brother.

He bows his head, and lingers for a moment more. Beforeleaving, awkwardly, and without another word said.

She wishes…

…She wishes she was better at this.

Olwyn, she thinks.Why did you send me here?

She wonders if she will ever be able to stop asking thatquestion. But as always, her thoughts cannot provide much in the way ofanswers. Just more memories, etched in grief, and clouded by time.

Elves come to the settlement. They carry banners with thesigil of a burning tree upon them; the symbol of Mythal and Elgar’nan’s armies.But their armour is marked with flames only, for they explain that they arefollowers of Elgar’nan’s. That the ‘unified’ empire is already being split intodisparate and easily-managed segments. They do not have vallaslin – yet. Butthose who choose to wear clan markings all sport the same, eerily familiarpattern.

It is like being in a dream, in many ways. In dream ofarmies and elves with familiar markings on their faces, and a picture of thepast that is coming together in frustrating, foggy pieces. It makes her missHaninan even more dearly. Makes her wish she had his talent for puttingpictures together, for seeing the way in which things connect. Wandering clans,and ancient-new gods, and names of figures she has honestly never even beengranted the luxury of thinking sheknew well. Even living through history does not seem to make it any morecomprehensible.

Some part of her cannot help but simply despair.

Even so, she and June go with the soldiers who set out tofind Hazard Clan’s camp. The subsequent fighting is harsh and dirty, the kindthat comes from cornered desperation, but the Keeper himself is not with thisband. In the aftermath, though, she and June seem to earn even more acclaim;and the leaders from Elgar’nan’s contingent look at June with a great deal ofinterest. And though they do not project it, no small amount of wariness,either. A kind of cautious distance. After all, she and June may have aidedthem, but they have not pledged themselves to their cause.

Though more and more, June seems to be convinced that theyshould.

It is for her sake that he holds out. She knows that. Junehas never been alone before, never been without a community around him, andthese elves are not like their clan, nor their cousin clans. They do not knowJune as the child of Ireth and Haninan; they know him as a figure of might, andit leaves him desperate to keep hold of the respect he seems to have earned.

Desperate to please, but in a way that does not seem likedesperate pleasing.

Lavellan finds herself wondering how her brother can be soold and so young at the same time.

But when Elgar’nan’s people return to their outpost, she andJune consent to go with them. They listen to yet more talk of a glorious visionof an empire. Behind closed doors, they argue, because June wants to believeit, and because Lavellan cannot bring herself to. And because her brother iswaiting for her to leave, waiting for her to scream at him that he is a killerwho murdered their mother, and because Lavellan has no interest in levellingthat blame at him. But he cannot believe it, and so they linger, stuck in anodd mess of wounds and suspicion and shadowy, persistent dread.

More than once, she thinks of telling June.

Haninan knows.

Ireth… knew.

But June, she fears, would just see it as some new attempton her part to best him. Some new thing to come and lord over him. His motherwas a Keeper, his father is a genius, and Lavellan is a time traveller who hasalready lived through one world turning to ash.

And truth be told, she cannot stomach the thought of himrejecting her, in turn. Of him sending her away, and walking into this mess onhis own.

The confession goes stale, unspoken, lingering as a hollowknot in her throat.

The invitation to the outpost becomes an invitation to the outpost. To the fortress. To the verdant campgrounds which once housed one ofthe few real temples left in the territories, where once a tree of legend grew.A place that has now been claimed as permanent base camp by the elves of the empire.

Arlathan.

They go to Arlathan, at the request of Mythal.

The city is not yet so sprawling as Val Royeaux, or Denerim,but the obvious intent is there. There are walls, and fortifications, andfields they clear a vast line of sight for the armed patrols that walk thestreets, wearing banners of fire and trees, hares and flowers, masks and owlsand… and wolves. More faces painted than not, and here she finds the rankingelves do wear vallaslin. The properkind.

It is not so reassuring as it might have been. She remembersthe markings that had been on her own face. The wolf’s marks – fitting forsomeone who had so often felt apart from the groups she belonged to. Rememberssoft fingers, and remorseful eyes, and a whispered apology that she had notunderstand the true gravity of until much later. When she had found herself infront of a broken eluvian, short an arm and clutching at straws.

But Arlathan isbeautiful. There are gardens. There are paved roads. There is a palace, andthere are fountains, and archways grown over with shimmering blue roses. Thepetals fall and land on their shoulders, as she and June walk beneath them, andare met with an unexpected heroes’ welcome.

But all Lavellan can think of is Tevinter and Orlais.

And beneath her feet, the ground feels like a wound that hasbeen covered over. As if the streets have been paved to hide the crackedtexture of a thousand broken bones.

Mythal is as beautiful and as dangerous as her city.

Her youngest daughter seems much the same.

But June looks at Sylaise, at her strange, bereft beauty,and something clicks for him. She cansee it happen, even if she cannot quite understand it. June has had loversbefore. On and off, many flings, particularly whenever the clan chanced to meetanother. He would always make a point of trying to find someone to bed. Andonce there was… oh, what was their name? Jubilance, or something like it. Thathad lasted for quite a long while, though, before dissolving in one drunkenevening, when June had admitted that he mainly liked Jubilance because theywere, in his words, ‘a dizzy idiot, easy to please’.

They had not been dizzy or idiotic enough to let that slide, as it happened.

Sylaise, on the other hand, is sharp as she is shining, andwhile it is supposedly Dirthamen who wears the masks, his younger sister seemsto have made one out of her own face. She looks like her mother, in a carefullycultivated way that makes Lavellan think that she probably does not, actually,resemble her that well, when she is being less concerted about her appearance.

She finds June’s attention flattering.

June finds something about her enthralling.

Lavellan drinks a little more than she probably should, andwatches her brother entrench himself into things that she wishes she couldsimply pull him back out of. There are more arguments. And the more argumentsthere are, the more each of the digs their heels in; the more convinced Junebecomes that this is where they should be, and what they should be doing. Andmore Lavellan feels as if they have walked into the mouth of a beast, and willnot be able to walk back out against without bloodshed.

And then, Fen’Sulahn comes back from her battlefields.

The city holds a parade. Lavellan considers fleeing over thewalls. Something in her just… she wants to run, and find her parents. She wantsto ask for help. She feels as if she looks at Olwyn again, after so long, it might somehow break her.

But Ireth is dead and Haninan is who knows where, and Juneescorts General Sylaise to her sister’s welcome feast; and so Lavellan goes, onher brother’s opposite side. Making small talk with Olwyn’s sister, and feelingrigid and brittle, prepared for the disaster of setting eyes on Fen’Sulahn. Thesun is out and shining, as summer drags the evenings into long hours. Lavellanwears polished armour, and June wears a suit gifted to him by Mythal. Red andcopper and well-suited to him. It makes him look something like a statue, inher estimations, but Sylaise seems pleased by the results.

Fen’Sulahn wears red too, as it happens.

Red and gold, as she enters the party with her own brother.Falon’Din is still afield, but Dirthamen had returned with far less fanfare afew weeks ago himself. The siblings are an exercise in contrasts, as Dirthamenwears silver and dark blue, but Lavellan finds she can scarcely take note ofthat. Fen’Sulahn’s gown flows around her. She has matched her brother’s maskwith one of her own – this one shaped like the face of a wolf. Golden bangleshang from her ears, and ball-shaped pins dot her hair. Bracelets trail up herarms. Her freckles have been covered, with some spell or powder. Lavellancannot tell. For a moment, it is almost enough to hold the wrenchingfamiliarity at bay.

But then she laughs. Then she moves to embrace Sylaise, andthe scent of her is the same.

Lavellan does not shatter into a thousand pieces.

Her heart aches, and yet, for a moment, it almost feels asif some deep hurt has been soothed. That is the surprise. The rush of softnessthat comes over her. The sense, unexpected, that something long lost hasmanaged to return. To ease an incurable ache. Oh, it is Olwyn.

Olwyn – some version of her, some younger, freer self thathas not and may not ever suffer or do what she once did – is here. Alive.Breathing and moving, and introducing herself to June.

“…And this is my sister, Lavellan,” June says, motioningtowards her.

Olwyn offers her a smile.

“It is always a pleasure to meet those who are consideringjoining our campaign,” she says. Polite, and unfamiliar, but warm and genuinelywelcoming. Lavellan stares into her eyes for a moment, before she recollectshow to steady herself, and speak.

“Thank you. The city has been most hospitable. Though Iconfess, I had not understood much of its appeal until I saw you just now. Youare easily the most wonderful sight I have laid eyes upon here.”

She drops into a bow, as Olwyn’s lips part briefly insurprise, and her cheeks darken a little bit.

Sylaise raises her eyebrows, while June stares at her as ifshe has just grown another head. And Dirthamen seems mostly inscrutable behindhis mask – though he does tilt, just slightly, as if he has noticed somethinginteresting somewhere past her left shoulder.

Olwyn recovers first.

“Are you always such a charmer?” she asks.

“No,” Juneasserts, and shakes himself out of his surprise.

“I am pleased you found it charming,” Lavellan admits, asshe straightens back up. She cannot help it, though. It is true – in ways shecould not possibly explain. Some, not even to herself. But perhaps the simpleanswer is that it has been a long time. And all the bitter, twisting feelingsin her have never been so strong as the love she felt for Olwyn.

Still feels, it would seem.

This is not the sameperson, she reminds herself. And that is true enough. But she has noexpectations, she realizes. Her goals is still the same – to find some way tostop the world from falling into ruination. And so, all that is left, is toappreciate that one thing she would want seems to have come about. Olwyn isalive, and has a second chance. And she is beautiful, and Lavellan can scarcelytear her eyes away.

So she smiles, instead. Warmly as she can, and there, in thenext faint darkening of Olwyn’s cheeks, she sees the telltale hint of frecklesattempting to resurface.

“Gracious,” Sylaise says, breaking the moment. She taps ahand against June’s arm. “What a shame the warm approaches do not appear to bea family trait.”

June scowls, but then laughs when Sylaise does.

“Only a joke!” she insists.

Olwyn clears her throat, and draws her own brother a stepback.

“Yes, well – it was very nice to meet you,” she says. “Andthank you for the compliments, Miss Lavellan. I hope you enjoy the rest of thecelebrations.”

“Then I will do my best to,” she promises. Watching as Olwynretreats into the other gatherings of guests. Turning back, to find that Junelooks annoyed, and Sylaise looks calculating.

“I feel I should warn you. My eldest sister has an unluckystreak in love,” she says, pulling them into different currents of thegathering. Over to where drinks are being served, and balls of dancing lightcast shadow shapes and performances across the ceiling. Her shoes tap acrossthe floor; while Lavellan and June’s bare feet are silent.

“Unlucky?” June asks, unable to keep his lingering annoyanceout of his tone. He feels upstaged.

Lavellan resists the urge to roll her eyes at him.

“All of her lovers have died, so far as I know,” Sylaiseexplains.

That… gives her pause. Though, not for the reasons Sylaiselikely expects.

“How many?” she wonders.

“I count three,” Sylaise explains. “One was before my time,but our mother explained the delicate nature of that situation to me. The othertwo died in battle. There might be others, I suppose, but, none she hasmentioned. My sister does not have the family skill for keeping hold of what sheloves.”

Three loves lost. Oh, Olwyn. And our own story did not end so well either, did it?

Perhaps there had been something even more, then, to thefervency with which Olwyn had thrown her into this world. Perhaps…unexpectedly, there was some answer to an old and wearying question in that.

Why did you save me?

Her eyes drift, throughout the night. Always finding theiranchor in Olwyn. Always glancing over at the sound of her laugh, or the glimpseof her curls. Flashes of a red dress, until finally, when the sky is black andthe starlight is pooling in the gardens around the party grounds, and June andSylaise have disappeared off somewhere together, she sees Olwyn dancing. Alone.Moving with the flow of the music, and the whirling of the firelights. Lavellanwatches, and thinks of how Ireth loved to dance. Of how Olwyn had looked atHalamshiral, in the dress she had fought tooth and nail to wear, with her hairup and her lips painted, and her hands warm atop her shoulders.

She moves, and follows the music herself, until those hands areresting atop her shoulders again. Olwyn smiles, politeness but perhaps just a bit of flirtation in the quirk of herlips.

Lavellan lifts her and turns her, and they take up the stepstogether. A few errant spirits winging around them, as Olwyn’s eyes crinkle,warm behind her mask. She ups the pace, and smiles when Lavellan matches it.The shape of her mask gives her an air of mischief.

“You are a good dancer,” she declares.

“My mother taught me,” Lavellan replies.

Olwyn hums, and smiles through the next lift.

“Is your mother here? We could fill the floor. Sylaise lovesto dance, too.”

She hesitates. Grip slipping, for a moment, making the nextmove less graceful before she corrects it, and sets Olwyn gently onto her feetagain.

“My mother is gone,” she admits.

Olwyn’s expression falls.

“Oh,” she says. “I… I did not know, I am so sorry. I cannotimagine…”

Cannot imagine losing a mother? Lavellan thinks of Mythal,then. Strange, beautiful, calculating Mythal; who is building this empire. Who,in one time, did build it. And whatan empire it became – slave-owning tyrants and magical calamities and enoughdisasters to send the world spinning. Mythal, who could become Flemeth, whoraised at least one daughter who never had a kind word for her mothering. ButOlwyn looks as if the very thought of losing her would be as heartbreaking asIreth’s absence.

She closes her eyes, for a moment.

What do I do?

“All’s forgiven,” she says, quietly. Words that mean farmore than they would seem to. But, really, this Olwyn has not done anythingyet. “You did not know.”

Olwyn opens her mouth, expression far more hesitant now. Itmakes her look young in a way that Lavellan cannot really recollect seeing herbefore. But then someone calls for Fen’Sulahn, and she half-turns; and Lavellantakes the opening to bow, and duck away from the dance floor again. Hearthammering, and throat closing, and far too much catching up with her at once.

She retreats into the gardens, and wanders alone until dawn.Just hoping that the sun might bring some clarity, because she still has noidea what to do.

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