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elusivecagedmockingbird · 2 months

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Orbiting: pt.4°

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[icehockey!jungkook x figureskater!reader] [3.9k smut, angst. There's swearing; bitch-calling (non-sexual); this is purely fiction, please practice safe sex!; tons of dialogues. I hope you enjoy reading this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it, but tbh, I kinda struggled to steer the plot.

Also! Happy Hobi Day! Please give Be My Mistake some love, too! (if u want)

"Isn't that your girl, cozying up to Park?"

The first thing Jungkook sees is you—back on the rink, just where you belong. He's never seen someone as graceful as you glide. You always look beautiful like this, he thinks. The apples of your cheeks are rounded and rosy from the cold, and the corners of your eyes wrinkle as you laugh.

You always reverted to the nine-year-old you when you were left free to skate—so carefree and unafraid. There were moments like now when he could watch you move smoothly on the ice and soar in the air forever. Days like today are what he will always be thankful for, and he hopes you get to have forever. No longer does he want to see you put yourself through so much pain and endure it for the sake of being the best in your sport. While Jungkook knows all too well that you need to put in the hard work to get a step forward toward your dream of being professionals in your own field, he also knew when too much was too much. In all those days where you suffered, Jungkook did, too. So, he vowed to never forget that there's a version of you who knew how to revel and not overthink every move she made on the ice. And it is his duty to always remind you of her.

Your squeal broke him out of his trance. And Jungkook would have felt the strain in his muscle when he whipped his head, turning to look through the glass, past the bleachers, if the sight hadn't irked him. Jealousy stirred as he spots Jimin's arms on your waist and the other outstretched to hold yours. He knows it's nothing malicious. You've been practicing that stance with him for years when you were kids, thanks to his mom. But something about seeing Jimin with you and the fact that you've defended the guy when Jungkook blamed him for your sprained leg AND even managed to gush about how graceful he skates left a bitter taste in his mouth.

Plus, not to be bitter and petty, but Jungkook thinks he skates well—better even. And yet you've never complimented him.

"Not my girl," Jungkook murmurs under his breath. "And it's a routine. Not exactly cozying up." He scoffs and takes his stick from Yugyeom a little too aggressively, causing his friend-slash-teammate to chuckle.

"You seem to know a lot about routines," Jackson cuts in. "But then again, why wouldn’t you, Jungkook?" The lilt in the older man's voice as he said Jungkook's name wasn't unnoticed, but Jungkook didn't have enough patience and attention to spare to even humor the guy. He also knew whatever Jackson had to say would be anything but a friendly banter.

Jungkook only acknowledges the man with a side-eye and raised brow as he tapes his hockey stick.

Unfortunately, Jackson refuses to shut his mouth; the man is clearly on a mission to get a reaction from Jungkook.

The rest of the hockey team starts to come out of the locker rooms, clumping to the bleachers. With the gathering crowd, Jackson raises his voice, demanding attention and an audience. "You know, there's this move figure skaters do where they spin and spin and spin, circling around their partner." With his head tilted and standing in front of Jungkook, he gives him a haughty glare.

And still, Jungkook’s attention remains on you. You’re only just occupying your side of the rink—the opposite side where his team is gathered at. Whatever you hear on your end should be incoherent. You don't need to hear the bullshit coming out of his teammate's mouth, he thinks.

"What was it she preferred to call it again?" Jackson pretends to wait for Jungkook to answer. Yugyeom, on the other hand, looked apologetic. What started out as playful teasing turned into a way for Jackson to provoke their team captain, and everyone knew how Jackson loved to rile Jungkook. While everyone thought it was because the older man lost the title to someone younger, that was only partly the reason.

"Ah, right," Jackson walks closer to Jungkook. He claps Jungkook's shoulder before gripping tightly into it. "Orbiting,” Jackson grins. He’s taunting, hooking Jungkook, demanding his full attention. “Y/N does it well, but you clearly do it the best,” he mocks. “It’s comical watching you run in circles around the bitch for years.” His sly smile turns to pointed chuckles as he feels Jungkook tense under his grip.

Hook, line, and sinker.

Closing in on Jungkook's ear, Jackson whispers, "Don't worry, I'm pretty sure she does it intentionally, especially to guys she dances with. I bet Park's gonna be her new boy toy now, huh?"

Jungkook was never a violent man. Even on the ice, in a game, he never started brawls. The one time he got tangled in a fight, he couldn’t stand the disappointed glare you gave him. It hurt more than the 13 stitches on his head and scarier than his mom’s scolding.

And yet, Jungkook throws the first punch straight to Jackson’s jaw.

Jungkook can take a joke and can easily shake off empty trash talk and name-calling from his team. In fact, he lets them make jokes about him about his blatant simping for you because it’s true, and anything untrue, he doesn’t see the point in entertaining it. But he draws the line when the jabs are at the expense of the people he loves.

In a matter of seconds, Jackson returns the punch, and a full brawl breaks out.

On the opposite end, you and Jimin match your stride as a pair—being aware of each other’s movement and syncing your limbs to move as one; oblivious to the growing chaos.

You’re in the middle of a Lutz when the commotion steals your focus. You wobble on your landing and Jimin’s quick to hold you from falling. You turn towards the racket and see a mass of bulky men shouting.

It’s Jungkook’s team.

You skate closer to the chaos, and it’s not until you see a pressed back on the glass, the number 97 jersey bold and taut on their back, that you speed skate. Behind you, Jimin calls your name and follows.

You see Yugyeom restrain Jackson, and the other guys are holding back Jungkook. A flurry of curse words flies out of Jackson’s mouth. Entering the box, your eyes are drawn to Jungkook. You can already see his busted lip and sore knuckles. You call his name, and he looks up, jaws locked and tense. It takes a moment for his clenched knuckles to relax. He stands up and shrugs off the arms holding him.

Yet again, Jackson cuts in, “You guys are quite a pair, huh?” he laughs, humorless.

“Man, shut the fuck up,” Yugyeom struggles but eventually manages to drag Jackson away from the group. Sensing that Jungkook won't follow and lunge at Jackson, the rest of the guys disperse. All that’s left gathered on the bleachers is you and Jungkook.

And Jimin.

Your new partner’s existence annoys Jungkook. Your doe-eyed friend wonders if Jimin knows he doesn’t have to stand so close beside you. He watches with eagle eyes as Jimin hands out your skate guards. You teeter sideways as you clasp the rubber on your skates, and Jungkook hates the sight in front of him—you’re holding on to Jimin for support, and his arm is on your waist to keep you steady.

Fueled by jealousy and adrenaline, Jungkook walks towards you just in time to catch your arm away from Jimin’s body as you switch to putting on the other rubber guard on your skates.

You feel smushed as you stand sandwiched between two guys. Feeling claustrophobic, you push Jungkook by his chest to look at his injuries. “Your lips are bleeding,” your tone colder than ice, a contrast to your warm hands inspecting the blooming bruises on his face. “It’s nothing,” Jungkook murmurs, his head turning sideways, away from you.

You tsk at his stubbornness and press your thumb on his split lip, earning a pained hiss. “We have to clean this so it doesn’t scar.” Before Jungkook can protest and put on his macho bravado, you turn to Jimin. “Can we take a rain check on lunch?” your voice barely above a whisper. But Jungkook’s not only stubborn, he’s nosey, too—masking how hard he strains to listen to your conversation with an unbothered face.

There's an exchange of whispers, then Jimin looks at him, then back at you. He smiles and nods at you. “I'll see you later, then.” His hands connect with your arm for a comforting squeeze before leaving.

Jungkook rolls his eyes.

“Where are we going?” Jungkook follows you as you drag him by his arm along the corridors. “The clinic’s closed on weekends,” he points out, but the only response he gets is a huff.

You’re a bit eerily quiet. Calm, even. He fears what follows, so he thinks of a way to pacify you.

“Well. Lucky for you, Jeon, I have the keys.” You dangle the set of keys on your fingers. “Your mom gave them to me before she left.”

You unlock the clinic and usher Jungkook in the compact space. “I seem to always end up hurt when I practice and it’s not like your mom has her eyes on me all the time, so she lends me the key to the clinic.” You push Jungkook to the foamed table. “Sit.”

Jungkook follows suit, still mum, still thinking. He knows he's on wafer-thin ice with you, but even so, he can't help but love the attention you’re giving him and the fact that you’re away from Jimin.

The image of you and Park on the rink is still vivid in his memory, stirring the tinge of jealousy that resides inside him. So, as you rummage through the cabinets, Jungkook pulls you close to him. “C’mere,” he whispers.

“Hold on, I have to find something for your lip.” Your body extends in the small space. Your arms are outstretched while you rummage through the cabinet for bandages and antiseptic cream, and your lower half is awkwardly bent, thighs wedged between Jungkook’s, and his hands support your hips.

“Forget the cream. I know a better way to have this healed quickly.” His arms engulf your waist and pull you completely to him. You turn to tell him off, but before words can leave your mouth, Jungkook slots his lips to yours.

Before things could escalate, you begrudgingly pull away. “Nuh-uh. You think you’re so sly, huh?” You pinch his chin. “I still need to interrogate you on what exactly happened with Jackson back there.”

Jungkook deflates. “You know Jackson. He was spouting nonsense, and I guess he just got on my nerves.”

Curiosity peaked, you push Jungkook to tell you more. “What nonsense?” Your willful streak shows in your furrowed eyebrows. On most days, he loves it, but on a day like today, he wishes you knew when to get the hint and just drop it.

Jungkook groans. “I’m just really having one of those days, Y/N.” Arms still wrapped around your waist, he leans forward to rest his head on your chest. Instinctively, you run your fingers through his hair, fingers massaging his scalp. Your best friend moans, and for the first time since you pulled him away from the bleachers, you let out a smile.

“Make me feel better,” he breathes. His face now burrowing into your breasts, and his fluffy hair tickles you.

“Gguk,” you giggle. “We’re in the clinic, and I'm pretty sure there are people nearby.” You softly pull at his hair to remove his head between your tits, but he just moans.

Oh.

“Don’t care, baby. Just focus on me,” he proposes with a kiss on your neck and his hands make soothing work on your back. When the only response he gets from you is a satisfied hum, he sits up further on the table. He lowers his hand, tapping your ass before he pulls you by the backs of your knees so you straddle his thighs on the table.

“Fuck, I love it when you wear skirts.” Jungkook’s hand disappears inside your clothes, palms once again making contact with your ass before he claws at your tights. “This I hate, though. Fuck.” he grumbles at the sheer garment.

“Oh, that's a shame," you pout. "I actually thought you'd love it. It’s crotchless," the last sentence coming out in a whisper. Cue another curse from his mouth. You momentarily pull away to get off the table and shed your safety shorts. “Need those off, Jeon," you command with a shoot of your brow towards his pants. “Wanna feel you. Don’t you want to feel me?”

You're a fucking tease, and Jungkook loves it.

You watch him struggle to unlatch his belt clasp—he’s roughly pulling at his padded pants and while you want to help, you decide to enjoy the sight before you as his thick thighs come into view. You climb back on top of Jungkook, his eyes following your movement until you plop your ass to his growing bulge.

Jungkook flips the front of your skirt and goes breathless at the sight. “You’re a fucking minx, you know that?”

“Only for you.” Hands gripping his shoulders as an anchor, you drag your wet pussy to his bulge, and you both moan. “Wore this for you," you pant. "I knew you were practicing today and thought you'd need a cooldown after." You’re full-on humping him, drawing pleasured gasps from the man below you.

“Well, fuck me,” Jungkook throws his head back, eyes up on the ceiling and he thanks his lucky stars for you. You pull at his tight underwear, and his hard cock springs free—swollen red and leaking. Your mouth waters at the sight, and your pussy clenches at nothing.

“Please, Jungkook,” you plead. You’re beyond turned on. Your arousal mixes with Jungkook’s precum, and you can smell the sex permeating the air. It drives you feral. You spit at his cock before stroking it.

Jungkook revels in your neediness. This is what he wants—for you to need him, want him. And someday, he hopes it goes beyond sex. His arms pull your waist closer as you sink down on his cock in one drop.

“Shit, Y/N, you okay, baby?”

You respond with a breathy yes as you start bouncing on his dick. Your focus is directed on chasing your high and, at the same time, making sure Jungkook feels the same intensity of desire and pleasure you feel. With a roll of your hips, you clench around his shaft. He claws at your arched back as he sucks your tits with playful nips. Each sting heightens your arousal.

You play around with the angle of your hips and attune to Jungkook's reaction. But you struggle and near complete submission with each bite to your breast, every kiss to your lips, and slide to your folds. Once again, you’re rendered pliant and submissive on top of Jungkook.

Feeling you slow down, Jungkook taps your burning thighs. “On your back, baby,” he rasps. You shake your head but move to get on all fours—you raise your hips, shuffling to snuggle his cock in your ass and stretch your back. And to top it off, you clasp your hands on your back, giving him something to hold as he pounds into you.

Behind you, Jungkook is gobsmacked. What are you doing to him?

Presenting yourself for his use, Jungkook doesn't hesitate to hold your behaved hands with one grip, and his other hand guides his dick to smear your slick from your folds to your ass. He preens at the noises you make.

"Please," you drool. "Please what? Tell me what you want, baby," his voice matches the slow and soft movement of his tip on your folds.

With one last teasing push of his tip to your puffy clit, he completely bottoms out and holds.

“How’s that for feeling me, baby?” His lips ghost the shell of your ear, and it tickles you just right. You clench around him and reclaim one of your restrained hands between your now folded bodies to draw circles on your clit. You hear Jungkook chuckle before leaving a quick peck on your cheek. As he straightens up to pull out his dick, he reaches to swat your naughty hand on your clit and replaces it with his.

And it feels better.

His fingers play with your nub and continue to plunge in and out of you. The sound that echoes around the tiny room is pure filth—guttural groans and whiny moans harmonize.

“Baby, cum for me,” Jungkook hastens his rhythmic thrusting, and with a soft flick to your clit, you come undone. His movements quicken and cum-soaked hands travel upwards to your body to fondle your tits like it's his personal stress ball.

“Shit Jungkook. Feels good," you blabber. You love how you can feel his weight on top of you; the pressure makes his pounding harder and deeper and it overrides your oversensitivity. The pleasure is too good, too strong. With a bite to your shoulder to muffle himself, you cum with him.

“Don’t forget your shorts. Can’t have you skating with Park wearing just that."

"Right," you giggle and put on your shorts. "Can't be traumatizing my partner this soon."

"Good girl." Jungkook pats your ass.

"Hey," your hands pull Jungkook before he can leave. "What really happened back there?"

"Y/N, I told you it was nothing."

"Nothing? Jungkook, had the fight been longer, you could've been dismissed from the upcoming game."

"Well, we're fine. Plus, Jackson's not going to do anything or tell the coach. It's both our asses on the line."

"That doesn't mean you can go around throwing punches now. What if—"

Throwing his head back, Jungkook lets out a bitter laugh, cutting you off. As he returns to face you, he sees the focused glare on your eyes—lids sharp and brows knitted. You're annoyed.

But so is he.

“You really wanna know? Fine. Jackson called me out. He said it was fucking comical how I wait around you like a lovesick puppy. It's actually a fucking running joke in our team that when you call, I come running." Words and feelings overflowed out of Jungkook's mouth, but he was not close to being done. "And as much as I hate to admit it, it’s actually true, and someone like him throwing that to my face just struck a nerve. He deserved the punch for running his mouth and calling you a bitch, too. Y/N, if you've heard the names he's called you, comments he made—"

"I don't care about that, Jungkook," you interrupt. One moment, you're in bliss, and now you've been hit with an accusation. "I don't care if he calls me a bitch or paints me however he wants. It's you I care about. I worry that one day, he manages to push you to your breaking point, and you do something that kicks you off the team." You feel like a bubble filled with emotions burst inside you, leaving you conflicted with what you feel. You're angry at Jackson, but also, if you think Jungkook is saying what he is saying, then half of you blooms in hope, but the other wilts at the revelation that he said it like he resents what he's feeling.

“So, do you resent me? For, I don't know, calling you? Wanting to be with you? Being friends with you?" The last question left your lips in a murmur. You've ranked low in competitions before, but you've never looked as defeated as you do now. To make it worse, you stand pathetic in front of Jungkook.

“I’m not saying that," Jungkook pinches the bridge of his nose. "I’ve been in love with you, Y/N,” he can’t believe he’s saying it out loud.

Jungkook imagined his confession to be far from this wreckage. This moment was the polar opposite of how he wanted it to go, but the words flurry out of his mouth before he could think of them. “I love you, but you’re always too hung up on every new guy that comes along to even see me…” he swallows the sob rising in his throat. “Sometimes I wonder if you keep me as a placeholder until a new guy comes.”

“A placeholder?” You're horrified. Jungkook's breaking your heart, and the thought that you apparently broke his shatters the pieces further.

“Aren’t I? When Jackson joined our team, all he had to do was wink and throw a cheesy line at you, and you’re all about him. And now Jimin—”

“Jimin?” Now, you're confused.

“Yes, Jimin. All he had to do was skate with you, and suddenly, I’m on the backburner.”

“Jungkook, where is this coming from? You’re making me out as someone who’s never been a friend to you.”

“Oh, you’ve been a friend, alright. But you can’t deny you’ve strung me up all along. Sometimes I wonder if you knew how I feel and you—”

“Stop," you plead. "Oh god, Jungkook, stop talking, please.” The tears you were holding back now freefall to your cheeks. “All this time, this is how you felt. You have been resenting me—"

"That's not what I'm saying! Do you not understand me?" Jungkook grows frustrated.

“No, I understand, Jungkook. Perfectly. I understand I’ve been selfish, teetering between wanting to keep you close to me and keeping you at a distance to protect myself." You don't want to invalidate his feelings, but he also needs to know where you're at. Thousands of thoughts are drowning you, and you're nowhere close to navigating your feelings; you're still conflicted and lost. But most of all, afraid. Will you lose Jungkook now? It frightens you that one wrong decision could crash your friendship beyond fixable. "But Jungkook, I’ve never seen you as someone I can set aside for anyone else because you’ve always been the first person I look for and reach out to. Even when I always thought you were so close yet so far to me, but still I—"

A knock pops the bubble you’re in. Rushing to wipe your cheeks dry, the door swings open to a clueless and shocked Jimin, eyes wide and mouth agape.

“Shit, sorry," Jimin fidgets between wanting to close the door and leave but decides he'd rather not get in trouble, so with eyes on the floor, he calls for you.

"Coach is going ballistic looking for you, Y/N. And him, too. I mean, their coach is looking for him. He heard of the fight.”

More worry rushes to you. You try hard to stay afloat and level-headed, but you're sinking and sinking. “Right,” you clear your throat. “We were just cleaning up. We’re done here anyway.”

Once again, you feel claustrophobic. You need to leave. You don't trust yourself to make any decision in the state you're in. The last time you made a decision from what you were feeling, you made a selfish proposal to Jungkook. And look where that's gotten you now. You can't think, so you rush to leave the room, folding your arms before Jungkook can grab your wrist.

“Wait, Y/N—”

You linger briefly at the door, just enough so he can catch the defeated words that you speak, “We’re done, Jungkook.”

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cinefairy · 1 year

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it’s your personal journey

spend more time with yourself.

what people forget about the law is that it’s a personal experience. when you spend your time looking for that next post, awaiting for someone outside of yourself to give you the answer or doing millions of methods desperately— you are forgetting that there is nothing to look for outside of yourself.

you are the solution to all your problems.

so many of us find the law when we’re the most upset or hurt in our lives, i know i did. we chain ourselves to our mistakes, our pasts. we ponder on what we could’ve been or what we should’ve done. all the choices we could’ve made and where we would be if we took them.

but why must you re-live your pain over and over again? don’t you see it does nothing but hurt you even more. and give you more reason to be cruel to yourself?

when we acknowledge that we do not have to have to suffer anymore, that attaching ourselves to the past does nothing but give us more reasons to feel worthless we have this desire to do better.

we may have not made the best choices in the past, we may have not lived up to certain expectations but thats not a reason to give up on ourselves and submit ourselves to failure, we cant beat ourselves up for as long as we live.

"But we cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever" — Haruki Murakami

so..imagine. imagine all the things you want to imagine, maybe right now they’re impossible or you cant even see it materialising. oh well. who cares? does it make you feel good? if the answer is yes, do it!

don’t enter your imagination with the intention of manifesting something in the 3D, you’ll only be left starving. imagine because it feels good, imagine because you’re no longer trapped. you’re free in imagination. imagine because you deserve all the great things in life.

eat the citrus fruit of your life and enjoy every bit of it, suck the juice from every finger, run your tongue over your chin and savour every last bit. do it because no one is stopping you, do it because you are free too.

fulfil yourself inwardly. it’s actually a very beautiful thing to do so— when you give yourself what you want & claim ownership of it, you no longer need validation from the external world.

you no longer depend on the external world and lean on it to tell you what you are. you identify yourself with whatever you wish to be identified as so go above and beyond— you don’t need a reason why. you don’t need anyone’s permission approval to fulfil yourself within but your own.

it’s more about getting your desire, this is about identifying yourself as who you want to be. this is about not letting society/external world label you but you labelling yourself on your own terms.

#law of assumption #manifestation #affirmations #dream life #manifesting #neville goddard #life goals #success story #law of attraction #void success #void success story

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evilbihan · 3 months

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It's interesting how the game never calls Bi-Han a "traitor". Sure, some of the characters do, but the game itself never refers to him that way.

One of his gear pieces is called "Wayward Son" and that is what he is, someone who strayed from the right path and lost himself in his own ambition. He made one wrong choice, one he regrets, if you listen closely to his intros with some characters, like Shang Tsung or Kitana, and it's ridiculous how certain people try and write him off as an evil turncoat who is lost beyond redemption. Liu Kang will try and (at least partially) succeed at bringing him back to the light. I don't get why people are trying to deny Bi-Han any character development and pin him to that one mistake he made or force the traitor role onto him when that's never who he was to begin with.

Bi-Han is the one getting betrayed, constantly, throughout his life. His father kept secrets from him, his brothers turn their backs on him when all he wanted was for them to be part of the future he envisioned for their clan. Even Frost wants to eclipse him and will undoubtedly betray him at some point. His own allies want to kill him after he helped them escape from captivity. Bi-Han has no one he can trust. He's entirely on his own. That may be his own fault to some extent, but I genuinely can't understand how people can be so blind to his suffering or worse, want to see him suffer even more? He's already bearing the consequences of his actions and it's painful to witness.

To get back to the point I made in the beginning, has anyone else noticed how the invasions mode nodes and encounters also never call Bi-Han a traitor or anything of the likes? I've seen Tanya's nodes and even some of her seasonal skins referencing her betrayal in previous timelines, even if nothing hints at her being a traitor this time around. In Bi-Han's encounters, the game only calls him "Ice Fighter", "Chill Initiate", "Snowfall Brother" or "Matchless Cryomancer", always refering to two things, Bi-Han's skills and his affiliation with the cold. That is who he is and always was. A cold, ruthless fighter. That hasn't changed in the current timeline and it makes no sense how some fans claim he was ruined because he made one bad decision.

When equipping Johnny as the announcer voice, the most negative thing he has to say about Bi-Han is that he's bossy, as opposed to how he speaks of actual villains like Shang Tsung ("Hate this guy" etc.). There are no references to his supposed "betrayal" which is why I believe it's only going to be a small part at the very beginning of his character arc that won't hold much relevance for the future, especially as the story develops more, except to serve as a reason for Kuai Liang and him to be enemies.

The way the game speaks of Bi-Han always sounds bittersweet to me and so do the names of his skins/gear pieces. It's almost like a parent talking to or about a stubborn kid that won't take their advice. One of my favorite examples is the kombat league skin that was added this season named "It's cold outside, Bi-Han". It reminded me of Liu Kang telling Bi-Han to "come in from the cold" and I think it's heart wrenchingly beautiful how even outside of the story mode and intros the tragedy that is Bi-Han's story is being acknowledged by the game through all those small subtle references.

One could argue that I'm reading too much into these details but I think some of you don't do that enough. There's 20+ characters on the main roster, the story would have to be dozens of hours long to give all of them in depth background stories and fully flesh them out so we can empathize with their motives. It's hard to understand Bi-Han's character unless you start looking at these small bits and pieces of lore and unfortunately, not enough people do that.

#bi han #bi han sub zero #mk bi han #bi-han #mk sub zero #mortal kombat 1 #mk1 2023

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codfanficedits · 6 months

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Stay with me, please.

If you're looking for a sign to stay alive, this is it.

Pairing: John Price x fem!Reader

Summary: After the attempt.

Wordcount: 1606| Rating: E (18+ only!)

Warnings: mentioning SUICIDE, mentioning of self-harm,

A/N: I've been struggling with depression for more than a decade now, and I've had a rough patch, writing helps me cope, so I turned to conversation I had with my partner years ago in to a little fic.

To me, because my suffering isn't beautiful, but my survival is.

He had found you, laying in your room, empty bottles of pills around you, vomit all over the carpet, vomit all over you, your desperate pleas while you tried to make yourself throw up. Your voice breaking when you tried to undo the damage. It wasn’t a pretty sight.

He sat by your bed that night. He couldn't sleep. Every-time he closed his eyes, all he could see was panic in your eyes. Self-hatred, it flowed through your veins like the blood that had dripped out of your wrists on all those nights full of hurt.

You hated yourself, absolutely hated yourself for attempting and failing. You hated that John had found her in the room. You hated that things would never be the same, you hated that you had just exposed your biggest secret, your depression. You hated it.

You know he is there, but you refused to acknowledge it. After all, it is easier to pretend to sleep. You couldn't hear John speak or breathe. He never blinked, never shifted his head. He just sat, still, holding his own self-hatred. He couldn't understand why you would hurt yourself, when he has been your sole supporter all these years.

Your self-hatred, it spread through him like the blood that had dripped over your wrists.

He hated you. He hated you for making him witness your fall, for making him see you in the room. He hated you for failing, and he hated that it was his fault. You could sense it. The hate he had for you. The hate he had for himself. And it was your fault.

You hated yourself even more. Your thumb caressed the scars on your wrist and you finally opened your eyes. Your gaze meeting his, and you could see the hate in his eyes. You wanted to say something, but you couldn't. Your scars, they were the only thing he could look at. He didn't understand why you would do this to yourself, and he wouldn't forgive you.

The scars were his fault now, it was his fault for letting you fall. But he still loved you. And the tears in his eyes came to the surface. His heart broke in two. His anger was replaced by remorse. John couldn't speak either, he hated the love he had for you, hated the tears that would never go away. You started to shake your head. It wasn't his fault. It would never be his fault. It was yours. It would always be yours.

But it caused you to break down, hot, big tears rolling down your face. Your hand reached out to John, desperate for his touch. He looked at your hand, the one that once caused him hatred. He reached out his hand to take yours.

John didn't want it to be your fault. It wasn't. If he could turn back time, he would have caught you before you fell. He hated it that he could not heal you, he hated that he could not fix you.

It wasn't your fault.

You deserve to be loved.

His touch felt like an anchor to the storm you were in. The whirlpool of emotions you couldn't keep in anymore.

"I can't, John." You sobbed. "I.. I.. I just can't stay alive. I don't want to." You franticly wiped away the tears, trying to stay strong. "It hurts so much to be alive."

He pulled you into a close hug, trying to protect you from the storm. He wanted to say some words to convince you it wasn't true, but his throat felt tight. His words had no effect, no power to prevent you from feeling weak.

"Don't," he whispered, his voice heavy with tears. "It hurts me now to see you in pain."

"You're not a burden," he said. "Stay with me, please." "But I can’t." You croaked. "Look what I am doing to you." Your tears fell on his shirt as you couldn't hold back your crying.

"I feel like a horrible person." You admitted. "I rot away in bed, while I pretend to function just fine. What is the point of living then?"

"If you left," John said, the tears in his eyes falling on your hair. "What do you think would happen to me?"

"Your depression isn't your fault. You are not a horrible person." John said forcefully. "You deserve to be happy, do you understand me? You deserve to be happy." John felt his heart break even more, hearing you speak that way about yourself. His own self-hatred was becoming unbearable.

"You'll live without me." You answered. "You'll be able to move on." You heard his words, but it felt like he was speaking a foreign language. It didn't feel like he was speaking to you, if those words would be for you. "No, I won't." John said firmly, holding your arms tightly in his grasp so you would look up to him. "I won't be able to move on, you know why? Because I love you."

“I can move the sun and the moon for you, just give me time. I'll make you happy, I promise. Just don't give up on me."

"It’s no use." You murmured. "I would have to make myself happy too, John. I can't rely forever on you."

"I just don’t know how to be happy. I don't feel the sun on my skin whenever I'm outside. I don't enjoy my favourite meals anymore. I can't be bothered to shower." You admit shamefully, which type of adult struggles with these type of problems? You had a house to live in, a loving partner, nothing to complain about, and yet life felt so, so, so incredibly empty.

"Maybe you need to start small," John suggested. "Eat a candy bar, and you'll feel the sugar in your veins. Have a long hot shower, and feel yourself being at peace."

"If you don't feel anything, then we'll try something new. You're in my hands now, okay? You deserve to feel something in your life. You deserve to feel the sun on your skin, to enjoy life." You wanted to protest. You were so tired after all, too tired to live, too tired to function. Too tired to protest.

"But what if I can just sit in the shower and not wash myself?" You whisper. "What if I can just eat plain spaghetti instead of cooking a full meal? What if I never turn into a functioning adult again."

His words made sense. No matter how much your mind tried to fight it. It couldn't.

It did make sense. More than you knew.

"But what if I never get better?" You retort. "What if this is my life?" The thought alone send shivers down your spine, life like this wasn’t worth living, at least not to you. "I understand," he said softly, pulling you closer to him, his chest rising and falling with each breath. "I won't lie to you, and I don't know if it'll get better, but I'll be here for you, and I'll fight with you."

"I won't give up on you, no matter how many years we'll spend fighting, even if we'll never get to the end of it. I love you too much to let you go." John added. "We can make it happen. But you need to accept the help, you need to believe in a world where you can be happy, okay? No matter if it takes 1 year, 2 years or 10 years. We'll make it there." John said reassuringly.

"All you need to focus on is getting through today. I'll focus on the rest of your life."

“But it worries me, John.” You answer, and it is not like you really try to talk him out of it, your mind was just flooded with worry. "But I don't want to feel like last night ever again."

"I promise that you're not going to feel that way again," John assured you.

"We are going to make sure of it."

"It's okay to be scared, but I'll always be there next to you, okay? I promise that you're not going to fall Take my hand," he said, gently offering it. "Let's take that first small step forward." "When we get through this, we'll make sure everyone understands your illness and how strong you are for fighting it. But you must promise me that if you ever feel weak again, you'll come to me." John said. "I promise I won't be mad, I'll just be glad that you trust me." He added

"Please, don't ever be afraid of asking me for help, never be afraid. You can always reach out to me. Now come here and hold me.” John muttered in your hair.

Life can be weird, you reckon, because nearly 8 years later you’re sitting in your garden, the sun on your skin, and you bask in the warmth, it feels good to feel the sun on your skin. And it turned out that John was right. It was okay to just sit on the floor in the shower. It was fine to just eat plain spaghetti, everything turned out to be okay, even when you ran the dishwasher twice. Those silly rules of society don’t apply when you’re trying to survive.

Of course your survival didn’t come without a fight, but you didn’t have to fight alone.

You look up as a plate of dinner is put in front of you, a soft kiss on your lips before you can say anything.

“Do you feel the sun, love?” That familiar voice of John rasps.

“I’m still feeling it.”

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So fucking glad to see someone talk about SSS Class revival hunter 😭 I lived it so much and I feel like no one ever mentions it against more popular titles like ORV or even The Lout of the counts family, so I'm so glad to come here and see your amazing takes :>

Thank you for the ask which lets me talk about SSSCRH (the version I read was titled 'Suicide Hunter', which tbh I like more - no beating around the bush).

It's hard to draw an accurate comparison since I'm going off just the webtoon for SSSCRH, while I'm going off both the webtoon and the webnovel for ORV. And I love ORV, ORV is my media blorbo right now, it hydraulic presses my brain, I am writing ORV fanfic - it's, like, funner to enjoy. But SSSRH is just better. In the vast majority of ways it is is better. It's better than the holy trinity by a wide margin. TW talk of suicide obviously.

I can't believe I'm saying this but you need a basic understanding of Buddhism in order to understand SSSCRH. It's not about Gongja's suicides - he doesn't suicide from depression or lack of self-esteem. SSSCRH is about suffering in the Buddhist sense - dukkha. I don't want to make this an essay, so I might reblog this with more information, but extremely shortly:

The Four Noble Truths of Buddhism is the truth of suffering, the truth of the cause of suffering, the truth of the end of suffering, and the truth of the path that leads to the end of suffering. You've heard that Buddhists say 'life is suffering'. To put it one way that doesn't require defining a lot of words: the cause of suffering is experiencing the world as we percieve it instead of how it truly is. Suffering isn't just being miserable and in pain, and life isn't suffering because life sucks and global warming exists and people voted for Trump. Life is suffering because we can experience beautiful and joyful moments in this world, but we do not exist in the moment of that happiness or place our ego/'self' between us and that happiness. Living in that moment, accepting the moment as it is unconditionally, is freedom from suffering. The Buddha tries to free people from suffering through teaching Buddhism.

"What does this have to do with the webnovel and manwha about a guy murdering himself thousands of times" it has everything to do with it. Because SSSCRH is about suffering, and it is about using suffering as a tool in order to experience a world unfiltered by ego and break down the artificial boundaries between human beings. Suffering in SSSCRH is not a bad thing. Gongja has the unique capability to (reincarnate.) experience a person's suffering in unity with them, which dissolves the delusion of separation between people and puts us in touch with the reality of oneness.

The Murim arc was fucking insane because Gongja pulls a Big Bodhisattva Move and walks through the suffering of the world in order to achieve full understanding of the human experience. He takes all of the suffering of the world into himself and is liberated. You can tell it's Buddhist because death was not presented as a bad thing - death was an aspect of a happy ending for the Heavenly Demon lady, because she was finishing her life according to her own joy, and because her teachings were passed on she did not truly die.

But the purpose of embracing suffering is to discover the ability to fully embrace life, and that's where Heavenly Demon's teachings were incomplete - as the ghost dude said, Gongja hasn't even experienced his own full life and the infinite capability for his own happiness. You can only feel the depths of sadness when you've felt the depths of happiness. Sadness deserves its place in the world and it can strengthen you, but so does happiness.

Gongja is attention-seeking, envious, and unbelievably petty. When he drills down into his own desires and why he wants the things he wants, you see that he has a very strong sense of justice and right and wrong - he realizes he doesn't want to be famous, he wants to be acknowledged, but on an even deeper level he is desperate for love and to be loved. Everything he does is to experience love, and as such he learns to love others. His love for the Flamey Asshole was purely parasocial and ego-filled, with no concern for who he was as a human. Throughout the manwha, he grows to care for people as they truly are and pierce through any delusions or misleading outward appearances. He has released all attachment to life and death, and as such does not fear death, and as such has taken a step on the road towards becoming a Boddhisatva who frees others from the cycle of samsara, and as a result has learned sick sword techniques and is sooo good at beating people up.

I think the only other thing I want to mention here because otherwise this is an essay: in almost every time loop/regression story, only the final regression matters. In stories with dungeon monsters and NPCs, only the humans matter. The regressor exists in a space where there are no consequences for their actions, so they act terribly and do whatever because none of it matters. In Groundhog Day Bill Murray acts like an asshole because he can. That's not the case here. Everything Gongja does matters. The NPCs are fake, but Gongja never treats them as anything less than real people who deserve life. Once he understands a person's life he never treats them as unimportant. No loop is thrown away and no person or life is disregarded. His choices matter, the way he treats others matters, and Gongja never treats anybody as if they don't matter except for himself.

That was not short. There is a lot more. The female characters are so good and so rich. From a craft perspective it is excellently paced and has a wonderful sense of set-up/payoff and balances tone and maintains a lot of momentum, which is really hard in a time loop story. You have to do a few very specific things to write OP characters well and SSSCRH does it very well. There's more to say from a craft perspective and it's hard to judge accurately from a webtoon but it's good. I was so strangely struck the entire time about how sincere and genuine it was, how it said what it said with no trace of irony of confusion, and I think that's what stuck with me the most.

TL;DR: SSS Class Revival Hunter is good for a lot of very normal reasons, such as excellent pacing and set-up/pay off and characters, but it's also so sincerely and genuinely Buddhist that it blew my tits clean off.

#sss class revival hunter #kim gongja #ssscrh #I s2g I rewrite these like three times to be as short as possible #I just knew I had to define some terms because if I say 'it's about suffering' and leave it at that #people aren't going to fully get it #its not intuitive from a western perspective #It's really hard to get the full meaning of SSSCRH if you have no familiarity with Buddhism #bc suffering (and delusion and nothingness and oneness) mean diff things in buddhism than in english #theres other buddhist stuff like responsibility to the whole and the community but this was long enough already #the few ppl talking about it have good takes but I think ppl miss how #kgj isnt depressed and he doesnt kill himself from self-sacrifice #he's not kdj or cale #he only truly commits suicide (throws his life away) once which was from part percieved worthlessness of his own life #and big part EXTREME FUCKING PETTINESS NEXT LVL PETTINESS INSANE PETTINESS #every other time he kills himself is from his EXTREME goal oriented behavior #as usual there seems to be a dialogue with the rest of its genre #specifically the extreme egocentrism and selfishness of its genre and other OP protags #(which cale has a hilarious relationship w/)#(ur doing amazing honey i know this upsets you)#my asks #and theres also a conversation with buddhism itself anyway #i love orv but this is so much better on so many levels and its being slept on smh #nobody is going to read this its way too long but you know. its not ABOUT you.

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I saw that you know fairy tail, so gods/humans with a s/o like Lucy. Star dress and keys, all that jazz. If Lucy reader joins ragnarok is up to you. If ya do it thanks!

-You were a great beauty around Valhalla, known for your warm and friendly personality, and drive to help others wherever you could.

-You were a bit naïve with some things, due to how you were raised, but you strived yourself to live independently away from your father and estate, no matter how much you missed your friends there, not seeing them as servants, but family and friends instead.

-Growing your skills around Valhalla, training against other warriors who were surprised that you were so strong, as you didn’t look like it.

-You always gave everything you did your all, helping your friends in Fairy Tail, and helping your friends around Valhalla, you didn’t give up easily and that’s what many admired about you.

-This determination and your power, your magic with your Celestial Keys, is what led Brunnhilde to you to have you fight for humanity.

-You hesitated, being reminded of the Grand Magic Games back on earth when you were alive, where you had lost several matches against stronger opponents, and you didn’t want to risk disappointing everyone by losing, especially when humanity was at stake.

-It took the support of your friends, Natsu, Erza, Happy, Gray, Juvia, Wendy, and so many more, who were all there for you, cheering you on, for you to accept.

-Brunnhilde knew of your apprehension to joining the tournament, and you joined as a reserve fighter, joining Nostradamus as a wild card fighter.

-You steeled your nerves when you walked out into the stadium, a focused, determined look on your face, hiding any traces of your fear that you had been selected to fight.

-You heard your friends all cheering loudly for you, but you didn’t acknowledge them, as you didn’t want to lose your focus as Goll was your partner for this match, turning into a key to match the others on your belt, a secret weapon.

-The goddess you were facing off against was Eris, a cruel goddess who loved to create chaos and loved to see others suffering, and that thought alone made you furious, but you had to keep your head about you, else you would lose it.

-When the match began you immediately pulled out two keys, “Open Gate of the Golden Bull!! Open Gate of the Maiden!!”

-Virgo and Taurus immediately appeared at your call, greeting you as Miss Y/N, before you spoke once more, “Star Dress: Mix Form! Taurus and Virgo!!”

-A sparkling light surrounded you, changing your clothes into that of a cow print bikini, cowboy boots, thigh high lace stockings with garters, a frilly apron around your waist, frilly headband, and frilled black gloves on your hands, holding a heart shaped riding crop.

-You hadn’t even attacked yet and you already took out one god without even touching him, as Zeus had immediately collapsed with a massive nosebleed, hearts in his eyes as many men in the crowd were cheering loudly at you.

-Eris was amused, thinking you were weak for having called two others to help you fight but she was stunned when you were the one that charged first, punching her hard in her stomach, blowing her back with a jarring shockwave.

-Jaws were dropped all around, except with your friends, seeing your immense strength as well as your combat skills as you went on the attack, flanked by your Celestial Spirits, your friends, quickly overwhelming Eris.

-The match was going well until she managed to send you flying back, throwing several of her apples at you which exploded, making you scream out in pain as your spirits were sent back to the Spirit World.

-Eris then delivered everything back on you ten times worse, stomping you and brutalizing you, you could hear your friends demanding that she stop and even many of the gods were sickened by her brutality, seeing it as unneeded torture.

-Eris flung you back, going to end it before you heard Goll, who was kneeling over you in a spirit form, “Y/N! Use me!” you gave a small nod before screaming as you were kicked hard in the stomach, being sent back again.

-Eris mocked you, laughing cruelly, turning to mock your friends and the other humans, thinking you were down for the count.

-Your teeth clenched together, and your hands became fists as you slowly shifted to push yourself up, stunning everyone by your determination as Eris turned, looking both annoyed and exasperated, “You humans don’t know when to give up, do you?”

-You glared hard, shifting to your knees before slowly standing, “If I- if I can move, I can stand- and if I can stand, I can fight! I’m not giving up!! Plus, I needed to buy some time!” the last sentence you ended with playful wink, stunning her and everyone else around before you held up Goll’s key, “Open Gate of the Celestial Spirit King!!”

-Jaws dropped, seeing the massive spirit appearing, and this time you didn’t have to sacrifice one of your keys, as Goll’s special ability allowed you to open the Celestial Spirit King’s gate, but only once.

-He took care of Eris easily, ending her quickly, not going to torture her before he turned to smile at you, bowing his head before disappearing.

-Goll had to quickly reform, only barely catching you as you collapsed, “Y/N?!” you heard the crowds cheering around you as you smiled gently up at Goll who was in tears, a bright smile on her own lips, you both did it!!

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #lucy heartifilla

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Rewatching ep.29 of Love Between Fairy and Devil

Part 1 - I tried to include my comments in one post, but again so many things happen in this episode

(spoilers ahead)

So we learn that DFQC didn’t drink the elixir that would prevent him from feeling Xiao Lanhua’s pain while she was in the cave. And we also get this wonderful speech: “Since we are to be husband and wife, we must stay together until death do us part for better or worse. Even though I cannot bear this trial for her, how can I let her suffer alone?”

At this point, they haven’t said “I love you” (as far as I remember, correct me please if I am wrong), they have barely shared any intimate moments, yet their love for each other is so deep and beyond conventional relationship milestones, that they are willing to go through all this suffering.

Awe Xunfeng, now you make me feel bad for saying all those bad things for you. You have a heart, I may like you from now on.

He truly worries for her (I did not remember this at all) I am sorry, Xunfeng :(

Xiao Lanhua remembers their moments together (their first kiss in the prison, how DFQC was cooling the dew water for her, how he kissed her underwater, how he saved her from the immortals, riding the dragon, DFQC making petals flow around her, trying to get her pin, teaching him how to smile, kissing on the bridge, watching the sunrise together) to endure the torture. I am melting

Can I just say that I love Shangque? His devotion and kindness to DFQC are admirable

I loooooove this scene where they acknowledge her as their Queen

Ok, Xunfeng, I take it all back. I love you, now. So happy he accepted her as his Queen. *I have a goofy smile on my face*

Uff, such a powerful scene when DFQC enters the room - the signs of exhaustion obvious on his face and the way he walks – and approaches her. His touch is so tender, the way he looks at her so sweet. I am dying, I love them so much

They are back in the palace and everyone kneels in front of their Moon Queen. So proud of my babies!

Look how happy Shangque is!!! So cute!

And what a shock for Changheng to realize that the Goddess he was engaged to is in fact Orchid.

How fast did I watch this the first time that I don’t remember her saying this? Poor Danyin :( I love her character development.

Ok, so Ronghao claims that the Moon tribe was the one that killed the 3000 heavenly soldiers. And the Emperor is like yes, I believe the prisoner, without investigating further, and I am going to start a war without any second thoughts.

Pausing to appreciate his calmness and beauty.

Um, excuse me, Ronghao, but you just started a war

Do you know how much I love sweet puppy dragon? He just gave Jieli a key to all his savings. I mean he is the purest, most innocent person in the world. He knows her, he knows what she’s like and yet he opens his heart (and his savings) to her, fully aware she might steal them and never look back. Because he wants to see the good in people. The cynical part of me thinks he is naive, but another part of me believes he is precious.

Haha Jieli is already thinking about opening a store with him. They are so cute together!

I mean look at how happy he is!

See you in part 2 (hopefully soon, because I miss them already)

Also, you can use my post as a drinking game for the words "love" and "cute" :D

#i am amazed at how little i remember from these last episodes #i was in such a hurry to finish the show #it's all a blur in my mind #i love that i pay attention to details now #and i get to know the characters better #so many powerful scenes in this episode #love between fairy and devil #lbfad #rewatching #mine #orchid's reactions

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oshiawaseni · 1 year

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The deal with Togachaco

There was a little bit of confusion about what’s going on with these two and why Toga can’t use Shiggy and Dabi’s quirks. This is what I came up with about Toga's situation.

Disclaimer: this is all only theorycraft and any or all of it could be wrong of course!

My theory here is what’s lacking is not Toga’s love for them. She admits to caring about them. But their inability to love her. They lack any real connection. The two people who we know she has used quirks of are Twice and Ochaco.

Twice is obvious. They had a pretty close relationship and Twice felt very cared for when he died and told her that. Her heart broke for him so their feelings of love were reciprocated ones that had formed a strong connection and we aren’t talking romantic love, just love in general for another person. That’s what they had.

"But Ochaco didn't love Toga." True... but she did by proxy! One of Ochaco's key cornerstones is wanting everybody to be happy and smile. I think this was brought up again this chapter because it’ll be a very important theme for Toga’s arc to circle back to later!

During MVA, Toga’s love for Ochaco was reciprocated in a way - simply by default. There’s three points we should take note of here.

1. Toga was being loved back through proxy of Ochaco’s wide compassion for all of society.

2. Toga, someone who’s life has been utterly ruined from birth by her suffering of being excluded from society, is a *VALID* PART of society and is deserving of compassion, according to Ochaco's feelings.

3. Toga’s own quirk itself acknowledges Toga as a part of Ochaco’s “people," or "everyone," or "society." Even her own quirk knows she is valid and should be included in Ochaco’s compassion for everyone. (And now she genuinely cares for her too.)

And the deal with Dabi and Shigaraki: I really do think Toga’s quirk is affected by mutual love. Dabi and Shigaraki don’t have any love left in their body. All they are capable of right now is hate. They live for their hatred. This series is stacked up with parallels that juxtapose both love and hate against each other and this is another one. Those two will set themselves on fire in the name of hate. So Toga was unable to form a meaningful love connection with them. She can’t fully become them. Her quirk is the worst match with people like them.

Another interesting thing about Toga’s love is that Froppy (Hori) refers to it in Japanese quotation marks. I think this is more commentary of Toga not understanding what love means, and it’s like saying “love” to refer to it more as Toga’s concept of love. Something she obsessively fantasises about and thinks she understands, but doesn’t really.

Izuku also said to her: "If you love me, why don't you also want to share the same heart as me?" (values, morals, and protecting instead of hurting those she loves.) And this only made her think of her sad upbringing...

Toga never received any real love while growing up to form the basis of it. Not from her parents or her peers. Her quirk affects her personality a lot and is a factor in this too. So Toga-chan doesn’t really know what True Love is and I think that’s something Ochaco is going to help show her.

If her quirk works like this then her destiny was never meant to be a villain at all, as LoV are all bound together by hate for quirk society and they don’t know what love is either, which hinders her connection with them. So the only place her character can truly shine in, is when she is being surrounded by people she loves who can also love her in return. Like the condition to lift the beast’s curse in Beauty and the Beast.

I think Toga finding out what rule is affecting her ability to truly become people will be pivotal in saving her from all this mental pain she’s grown up with. This is her burden she's been baring all alone for years, and I believe whatever it is she has going on with Ochaco, will surely put some light into her heart, maybe for the first time ever.

#togachaco #Bnha 382 #kana writes #toga himiko #himiko toga #LOV #league of villains #bnha meta #i had this in my drafts hope it was interesting to read !#what do you guys think?

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starogeorgina · 1 year

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The eye of the dragon

Warnings: Attempted suicide

Pairings: Jacaerys Velaryon x Targ oc

1.03

Enjoying the warmth from the sun on your face, you lean back onto the soft grass and watch as Kain and your brothers' dragons flew above you; when they went high enough, it almost looked like they were dancing. You couldn’t deny the beauty that Sunfyre had; he had gleaming gold scales that shone bright gold in the sunlight, along with pale pink wings.

You close your eyes while breathing in the fresh sea air and listening to the waves crashing below you. The small island was one of your favorite spots to fly to to clear your heat. Whenever things got too much at home, you’d fly with Kain and enjoy the solitude; however, you now couldn’t leave the palace alone by order of the queen.

Feeling a stone hit you on the top of the head, you frown, “Aegon!” You move to look further up the slope at your brother. “That hurt!”

“How much longer must I suffer this?” He pouts.

You scoff, “Suffer being sober, you mean.”

As a child, you followed your oldest sibling around everywhere when he was actually fun to be around, but he grew up into an insufferable man. Your fondest memory with him was sitting underneath the Weirwood tree, telling you stories of Aegon the conqueror while Helaena played with bugs. Everything was much simpler then. Aegon was too drunk most days to even acknowledge you, which is most likely why the queen chose him to go with you whenever you wanted to ride Kain.

“Dayanara?” He asks, his head low and his eyes fixated on his dirty fingernails, “Why did you do it?”

“What do you mean?”

He lifts his head and gives you a disgruntled look and says, “Don’t play dumb.” I know you weren’t in bed all that time with that mystery illness. “I know the real reason Mother kept you locked away and why you need watching over.”

“What do you know?” His question had surprised you, especially since your flying sessions were mainly in complete silence aside from him occasionally moaning to go home. What did he know? Your stomach tightened into knots as you waited to hear his answer.

“You... tried to throw yourself out of a window.”

You stare at him speechless, blinking away the tears building up behind your eyes. It was true. Days after Aelia passed, you couldn’t take the pain and sought to end it, but Ser Criston wrapped his arms around you before you could jump from the window. Overwhelmed with grief, you broke down in his tight grip and stayed like that until a handmaiden entered the room, and he ordered her to summon the queen immediately. A single tear runs down your cheek. “I did.”

“Why did…” he trails off when a large shadow of darkness casts over the both of you.

Vhagar

You share a look, soundlessly agreeing that the conversation is over.

—

“Rhaenyra, my sweet girl,” your father smiles.

He tries to sit up himself, which results in him becoming breathless; you help him sit upright and put pillows at his back. You do your best to avoid Daemon’s burning glare, but you didn’t miss the sadness in his eyes when his gaze moved from you to his brother.

“I'm glad to see you have arrived safely,” you say, causing your uncle to scoff.

“Thank you,” Rhaenyra says, giving a graceful nod. “I hope you have been well... It’s been a while since you visited Dragonstone.”

Your mouth suddenly became dry. “Forgive me; I’ve been preoccupied by my up and coming wedding.”

Your father lets out a deep, chesty cough before saying, “Aemma spends most of her time planning a wedding like no other.”

Both Rhaenyra and Daemon looked as if they had the air knocked out of their lungs. You reach over and squeeze his hand, an action that doesn’t go unnoticed. “My mother is Alicent, father.”

He looks at you confused for a moment before realizing his mistake. “Ah, yes, Alicent. The queen has already got her finest people sourcing materials. It will be a day that goes down in history.”

You force a smile and say, “That it will.”

He wasn’t wrong; she had the finest silk shipped in for your wedding dress to be made from, along with the richest-tasting fruits to be made into mouth-watering dishes to be served to guests.

You move so Daemon can sit beside your father, and as they talk, you feel his eyes burning into you. You notice Rhaenyra's hand resting against her bump, and the memory of your own pains you.

“Do you think it will be another boy or a girl?”

Rhaenyra goes to answer but is cut off by the sound of the heavy door to the room opening. Prince Daemon stands again and sends a glare, “Your grace.”

The words sounded poisonous on the tip of his tongue. The atmosphere has changed from mildly uncomfortable to hostile. “Nara,” Rhaenyra gives you a soft smile, “my sons are getting reacquainted with their old home; I’m sure they would be glad to see you.”

“Dayanara's presence is required elsewhere, I’m afraid,” your mother says sternly before turning and giving you a look you don’t dare argue with. “Helaena needs help with the twins.”

You want to ask where Dyana is, but decide against it. You nod your head slightly, “Right away your grace.”

You pardon yourself and open the door to see Ser Criston on the other side, waiting to escort you to the twins' room.

—

You had been dreading the day Jacaerys returned to King's Landing because you were scared—scared to face him and of how your mother would react. The lies your mother had told Ser Cristion about your relationship with Jacaerys were vile and unforgiving. You were terrified they would be repeated; the outbreak would be deadly and would spread like wildfire.

His arrival hadn’t shrouded you, with Lord Corlys severely wounded. Lucerys should have been getting ready to take over his position if Corlys was to pass away from his wounds, but his brother, Ser Vaemond, had declared he should be Corlys' heir instead. Because of this, Jace, Lucery, and Joffrey’s parentage had been brought into question. The next few days would be hard for everyone, and you prayed to whatever god was listening that nobody got hurt.

You gulp nervously as Helaena stands behind you brushing your hair. Both the twins were sleeping when you arrived, so she decided to help you get ready instead. She had loaned you one of her tan dresses that was long and trailed on the ground behind.

“He’ll break one heart in an attempt to fix his own,” Helaena says as she sits the brush down and begins to pull strands of hair together into the start of a braid. “Although they have wings, they cannot fly.”

Your sister's words fade into the background of your mind as you think about Jace. You had sent him several ravens before giving birth, begging him to come get you like he once promised, but he never did. He broke your heart, but you still wanted to see him to understand why he never came.

You feel Helaena slowing her actions with a worried look on her face. “Beware the beast that seeks destruction and fire.”

You kiss the back of her hand and reassure her, “We will be fine, sweet sister.”

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gritsgigabits · 1 year

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I just kinda want some comfort rn? Like the slashers just comforting a reader after they couldn't have seen a loved one for one last time and now they blame themselves?

Just need a little comforting,, yknow??

Thanks for requesting. If you’re going through a hard time and need someone to talk to, don’t hesitate to reach out!

Jason Voorhees

Jason knows what it’s like to lose someone you really care about. He was devastated when he lost his mother – the person who would always treat him like a human being, no matter what.

When Jason sees you going through the same grief and self-accusations that he did, he has a great amount of sympathy for you. Still, Jason knows that all feelings will pass, even the ones that feel impossible to overcome. He trusts that if he offers you comfort and a distraction whenever you need it, you’ll eventually begin to get over the tragedy.

He tries to get your mind off your loss by taking you for walks around the lake. He shows you all of the most beautiful spots in the area and hopes that you can find some solace in the serenity of nature. He will be pushy about getting you out and moving even when you don’t feel like doing anything. Jason thinks it’s better to give your body and mind something else to focus on in difficult times.

Jason refuses to leave you alone when you’re grieving. Ordinarily, he would disappear into the woods every now and then and leave you alone in the camp, but when you’re in pain, Jason wants to be close by at all times to ensure that you take care of yourself.

He will offer you physical comfort whenever you need it. You can cry into his chest or lay in his lap while he gently pets your hair. You don’t need to give him a reason for wanting to be close to him – just indicate that you need a comforting embrace and he’s there for you.

When you’re feeling vulnerable, Jason likes to lay down with you snuggled between his huge figure and the back of the couch or the wall. Jason feels that the position conveys his desire to protect you from everything, even from your own difficult emotions.

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba has suffered several losses in his life. While they have had an impact on his life, he hasn’t paid that much attention to what such occasions have made him feel. Bubba is not familiar with long-lasting grief and sadness, so it confuses him when he sees you go through a rough time.

At first, Bubba doesn’t understand why you keep feeling sad for so many days in a row. When he gets sad, it’s a feeling that washes over him quite quickly and passes without that much effort. He feels kind of helpless when his efforts to cheer you up only seem to work for a short while, if at all.

You’ll have to explain the reason of your present mood to Bubba in order for him to grasp the gravity of the situation. Tell him that some events in life are more difficult to get over, and the emotions that go with them are more prolonged. Bubba always wants what’s best for you, so when you actually tell him what you’re going through, he’ll stop trying to cheer you up.

Instead, he focuses on comforting you. Coming up with comforting things to say is not Bubba’s forte, so his approach is more physically active. He wants to do as much for you as he can so that you can spare your energy for healing – he brings you meals, does the laundry, and even tries to wash your teeth for you. He’ll even carry you to the bathroom if you don’t feel like walking.

What Bubba tries to convey by pampering you and attending to you so completely is his desire to also carry your emotional burden for you. He doesn’t know how else to give you his full emotional support, so he gives you all his time and energy instead.

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas doesn’t let losses or other adversities in life affect him. He thinks that succumbing to one’s emotions is foolish because it means that you lose control of your rational self. Thomas has learnt to deal with grief by brushing it aside – if he doesn’t acknowledge it, it doesn’t exist.

When it comes to other people – you, especially – Thomas knows that his avoidance strategy doesn’t necessarily work. He understands that people manage their emotions differently, so he doesn’t force his rationale upon you. Still, Thomas doesn’t want you to allow your grief and guilt to consume you. He tells you that the best way to get over something difficult is by concentrating your energy on something else.

Thomas’ comforting strategy involves pulling you out of bed early and running errands and doing chores with him. He tries to keep you busy throughout the day, even if you don’t want to. He doesn’t believe wallowing will do you any good.

Although he is more inclined to offer you this hands-on approach to deal with your grief, Thomas has the patience of saint when it comes to you. He won’t pressure you to feel better because he knows that that isn’t how grief works. Thomas will look after you on the days that you honestly can’t manage to pull yourself out of bed. He will make sure you eat well even when you’re not hungry and that you take a shower every now and then.

Thomas offers you physical comfort when you need it. If you tend to feel especially poorly in the evening or late at night, he’ll stay up with you. He doesn’t want you to have to face the night alone, and he wants to be awake in case you need to cry or talk, or if you just want to lay quietly in his arms.

Bo Sinclair

Bo doesn’t know how to manage a grieving person, partly because he has a hard time giving a shit about other people and their feelings. He grew up repressing his negative emotions to minimise the risk of a beating, and you showing your emotions openly frustrates and confuses him.

When you talk to Bo about the sorrow and guilt that you’re feeling, his initial reaction is to put you down. He tells you that feeling guilty about something you had no control over is stupid and that you shouldn’t bother yourself with it. In the conversation, Bo can come off as quite insensitive. He’ll ask you if you were even that close to your loved one in the first place and if it had benefitted them at all if had been able to see them.

Bo will calm down eventually and apologises for being an idiot. It’s a learning process for Bo to remember that when you talk to him about serious subjects, he should listen to what you’re telling him. It does neither him nor you any good when he tries to put himself in your place because Bo’s background and coping mechanisms are different from yours. What works for him doesn’t work for you.

When he comforts you, Bo’s primary strategy is to make sure that you feel heard. When you talk to him about your feelings or struggles, Bo wants you to feel that he is actively listening to what you’re saying, although he rarely comes up with anything of substance to reply with. Bo wants you to rely on him when you’re upset, so he tries his hardest to keep himself from berating you for your emotions

#slashers x reader #jason voorhees x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #thomas hewitt x reader #bo sinclair x reader #slasher headcanons #slasher fanfiction

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extraordinarybennyyy · 1 year

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remedy

pedro pascal x singer! reader

tw: quick proofreading, mention of death

Everyone has a shadow.

Not just the projection of your figure on the cement ground when you're walking on the sunny streets with sweat passing over your forehead and a cup of iced tea in your hand. Shadows are not only that, the distorted and stretched version of you.

Shadows live inside everyone, each of us, eating us from the inside. Whether they are shaped as fears, insecurities, traumas, anxieties: they exist and exploit us, like a virus which tries to expand itself before taking full control of the host. Even the happiest and bubbliest people suffer from this sickness, no matter how cheerful or famous they are.

And Pedro Pascal isn't an exception.

The always-grinning Chilean actor has terrible demons living inside his brain like an all-consuming parasite. People unaware of his past would probably envy him and every aspect of his checkered world, whose patina is only apparently good and utterly beautiful.

His index finger follows the pattern of the tattoo on his wrist, a P that becomes a V and vice versa. That, his mother's death, being his biggest trauma. Her memory wakes up with him and often makes him pull all-nighter, unanswered and completely useless questions whether he could have helped her spinning and sending him in a vertigo of fear and anguish.

Pedro knows those questions are no use and that, unfortunately, nothing would ever bring her back. However they keep and keep circling in his head continuously, a broken disco on the turntable.

He exhales deeply through his nostrils while glancing at your figure playing the piano. Your sacred and angelic self absentmindedly presses the keys of the piano, hair pull together in a messy bun while one of his shirts covers the upper part of your body. Seeing you, a worldwide singer, in such a domestic activity was something Pedro always considered him blessed for.

The actor is leaning on the door of the living room, a military green t-shirt on. His index kept replaying the same path, a V transforming into a P and a P becoming a V. Same pattern everyday, unchangeable like his past and present agony.

When the thoughts screamed in his head and he couldn't find an answer; when his shadows became too dark and he outstretched his hand to walk forward; when tears threatened to burst out of his dark eyes. In all those scenarios, the only thing that keeps him going is you and your love for him. The only cure.

His steps are soft and gingerly as if he is one of the cats he's allergic to, and you barely acknowledge his presence until he sits down next to you. Pedro places his head on your shoulder with an unusual calmness and silence. The bell rings that something is wrong and he knows you know it.

Your fingers caress his cheeks and your lips kiss his forehead. The music in the living room stops as your hands lift from the piano and you hug him tightly. Silence engulfs you in a bubble in which you two only existed, where caresses and breaths spoke louder than words. The world outside - the press, the media, galas, his movies and your albums were far far away, a distant planet where you often escaped from.

"Sing for me," he muttered in the crook of your neck, almost imperceptible. A simple and clear request, you didn’t need more to understand what he was referring to. Your latest album was full of songs of love, all inspired by him and dedicated to him, the love of your life. The world outside suspected that your friendship blossomed into something more, but you two always returned to your isolated den, where no one disturbed your flower of love.

You nod and he sits up. Finger pressing on the white buttons and your voice humming the song you secretly wrote for him fills the room, attaching to the surfaces of the furniture and the covers of books.

"But when the pain cuts you deep

When the night keeps you from sleeping"

Pedro closed his eyes, lulled by the sacred words leaving your mouth like a prayer. Under his eyelids, memories of his mother take life once more: she was reading him stories at bedtime, playing with him in the grass and clapping at every performance of his.

"Just look and you will see

That I will be your remedy"

Pedro smiled, knowing that it is true. You saved and cured him as if he was a bird with a broken wing and you placed it back. He can fly again, soaring high in the skies but- every pilot has a second in command, and he needs you more like the air.

When the world seems so cruel

And your heart makes you feel like a fool

A tear stream through his cheek, heart exploding with love. A comforting feeling spreads in his veins like a medicine on fluids, with the only difference that love was the cure you use for him. Every fiber of his being enacts again when touched by such devotion.

I promise you will see

That I will be, I will be your remedy

The shadows disappear slowly slowly, the light starting to appear under the thick, black patina of fear and dread. Breathing steadies as your sing words of reassurance. The curtain opens and the lights comes in again.

His dark and kind eyes gloss once more when you stop tuning the song for him, a warm smile stretching his beautiful lips. There isn't the need to say thank you, his eyes speaking enough for you. Eyes say much more than a gratitude or recognition, especially when you people love each other like you and Pedro do.

You placed your head on his shoulders and he holds you close to his body, his hand on your waist.

As every piece of the puzzle fit with his right match, the borders combine together in a tight embrace, you are his one, his forever match, his remedy.

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro #pedro pascal fluff #pedro pascal fic

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lowkeyed1 · 10 months

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Willow Month 2023: Day 3 - Favorite Episode This is a tough call for me, because it's very close. I love Episode 7: Across the Shattered Sea because it has so much gorgeous character development for everyone and so much beautiful scenery, but Episode 4: Whispers of Nockmaar just barely shades it. I think it's the whump. This ep is basically 45 minutes of whumping on poor Graydon and.... he suffers beautifully.

This poor kid starts off the ep infected with dark magic. He and the group both know it will eventually corrupt his entire system, cause him to become possessed and try to kill everyone, and they will have to kill him. And they spend the first part of the episode chaining him up and not doing anything about it, except Elora comforting him.

They finally decide to do something and this leads to him restrained even more, splayed out on some kind of bench. He spends a lot of time writhing and moaning in pain. They tear his shirt open while he gasps, exposing horrific scarring he feels deeply ashamed of and doesn't want to talk about, while he sweats and groans even more.

Then they throw a bucket of liquid on him while he writhes around some more and it's obviously painful and I should probably just acknowledge it's not just the whump I love in this episode? They did NOT have to make this whole thing so BDSM but they really did, god bless them. Plus lovely grace notes in the script referring to him being ravaged and also reamed -_-

ANYWAY we go on from here to his having hallucinations about his painful past, then the possession really starts to set in and he gets aggressive, then starts talking in the voices of loved ones to scare and distract people. Then we have a break in the action and when we get back to Graydon...

well. all right then. Spoiler, he's fully possessed here but acting like he's not. You can tell because they flat-ironed his hair! Lol, but also he's uncharacteristically comfortable with his exposed flesh and touching other people which seems like a nice, subtle hint.

Trust me, Graydon in his right mind is never leaving that many buttons unbuttoned. He leads Elora up to the tower so he can complete the banishment ritual Bavmorda was trying to do to baby Elora at the end of the movie, but then everyone else shows up and he gets whumped on some more...

Literally I would die, as an actor, if I had Erin and Ruby holding me down and Amar crawling on top of me and pretending to pummel me but like. That's the biz, I guess?

At any rate, Kit convinces Elora that she is magic enough to fix this, so she goes and almost-but-not-quite kisses him (she does call it a kiss later) and sucks the evil out of him. He tells her he never doubted her, and the boy is clearly smitten after that

Unfortunately, Elora had a vision of him shoving his brother out of a tree when he was possessed as a child and feels like he might be sketchy. So he's giving her a big smitten smile when they leave....

(credit to willowgifsdaily for this gif)

...but that smile starts to falter bc she's giving him this look in return, yikes

Anyway, that was good wholesome fun for the whole family and kudos to Disney+ for realizing they needed to put in a bondage-themed whumpfest to really sell me on the show! And kudos once again to my boy Tony Revolori, who sells every inch of this episode just amazingly. The emotional range is all over the place and there's no part where he falters in just performing the absolute shit out of this one. This episode changed my brain chemistry forever, I think. And that is why Whispers of Nockmaar is my favorite episode of WIllow! Send help!

#willowmonth2023 #willow series #willow 2022 #graydon hastur #whispers of nockmaar #save willow #posts where i make my kinks obvious #but tbh i feel like probably it was already obvious XD #whump

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bestie what Lana Del Rey songs fit tvd characters or just tvd to you?

my bestie, my love, thank you so much for this ask !!!

as someone who's endlessly obnoxious about both tvd and lana del rey this is quite literally a dream come true so-,

SONGS FITTING TVD AS WHOLE

Video Games

"It's you, it's you, it's all for you. Everything I do, I tell you all the time"

tvd at it's core is about people doing unjustifiable things for 'love'. Whether i choose to read some relationships as more of a predatory obsession, the crux of this show is damaged grieving people sacrificing and further damaging themselves and others in the pursuit of it, see the mikaelsons with eachother and the salvatore's with Elena and Elena with basically everyone. And I've always read Video Games as both one of the most beautiful love songs of all time but also as an acknowledgment of codependence and lost potential. The song romanticises monotony and mundane life, which is fair. but there's a touch of melancholy beneath the surface of picture perfect normalcy. much like tvd itself.

Love

Look at you kids with your vintage music Comin' through satellites while cruisin' You're part of the past, but now you're the future Signals crossing can get confusing

...

Look at you kids, you know you're the coolest The world is yours and you can't refuse it Seen so much, you could get the blues But that don't mean that you should abuse it

following that theme,

"part of the past but now you're the future," Could refer to any of the vampire's in the show but I personally love it when thinking of Elena and the doppelganger's before her. In the background of all of history but with an endless future before her. "You could get the blues, But that don't mean that you should abuse it," EVERY FKN KID ON THAT SHOW. And yes I mean kid, the MF gang were children. And they did, in fact, get the blues and abuse it.

ELENA

Norman Fucking Rockwell

"you're just a man, it's just what you do, you're head in your hands as you colour me blue."

Anyone who's read my endless rambling before knows where I'm going with this but, jfc the salvatore's !!! Both Stefan and Damon (and canon as a whole but wtv) view their mistreatment of Elena as something unavoidable. Following the theme of horrific acts in the name of love from earlier, Stefan didn't have a choice in entering Elena's life. To him, it was his right, his purpose. (he had to know her).

Despite Elena being a grieving child who did not need any more bullshit in her life. He had too. And when that later caused even further turmoil, both from his own actions and indirect, unintended consequences. He metaphorically put his head in his hands, it wasn't just her suffering but him. In fact, if he really thought about it, later in canon, that is. It was almost equally her fault what happened. From his POV atleast.

Damon basically follows all the same beats but is more open about it, bemoaning his own lost chances with Elena as something completely disconnected to his very purposeful and avoidable choices to cause her pain. He's impulsive, it's not his fault.

"Goddamn, man child You act like a kid even though you stand six foot two"

Damon could only dream of being 6'2 but you get it.

Pretty When You Cry

"I'll wait for you, babe, you don't come through, babe You never do, babe, that's just what you do"

For one, she is very pretty when she cries, and two, see above.

ELIJAH (essentially every 'she fucked that old man' song in ldr's discography)

Million Dollar Man

"Someone as dangerous, tainted and flawed as you,"

"You're screwed up and brilliant Look like a million dollar man So why is my heart broke?"

He is screwed up and brilliant and he does break my heart.

BONNIE

Season of the Witch

Obviously, like... (also Davina, I never talk about her but that's my girl)

Pretty When You Cry

"I'll wait for you, babe, you don't come through, babe You never do, babe, that's just what you do"

Similarly too Elena, she's also pretty but the thesis of Bonnie's character is unfortunately being let down by the people around her. If tvd hadn't had jplec as a showrunner we probably would've gotten some proper character arc about that before season eight but...

ELEJAH

Cinnamon Girl

"There's things I wanna say to you But I'll just let you live Like if you hold me without hurting me You'll be the first who ever did"

kill me. literally fucking kill me like it's them fr.

BEKLENA

Doin' Time (yes it's a cover but Lana owns it tbf)

"Me and my girl, we got this relationship I love her so bad, but she treats me like shit"

The toxic girlfriends I deserved but wtv.

"I'd like to hold her head underwater"

Because she drowned her.

REBEKAH

Old Money

"But if you send for me, you know I'll come And if you call for me, you know I'll run I'll run to you, I'll run to you I'll run, run, run I'll come to you, I'll come to you"

Stuck in an endless cycle of finding freedom and falling back to help Klaus when he needs it.

"The power of youth is on my mind Sunsets, small town, I'm out of time Will you still love me when I shine From words but not from beauty My father's love was always strong My mother's glamour lives on and on Yet still inside, I felt alone For reasons unknown to me"

Never ending quest for humanity and mortality, her eventual fate of taking the cure. The loneliness of her thousand years etc

Honorable mentions for, Young and Beautiful (pretty much everyone's mortal x immortal ships anthem but specifically the Klarolines fuck with it so hard which I repect). Say Yes to Heaven, also works for literally every ship but it's always very Kolvina to me.

#char rambles #there are so many more but this was getting too long #will rb if I have more thoughts but #tvd #elena gilbert #elejah #the vampire diaries #elijah mikaelson #asks <3 #lana del rey #ldr #bonnie bennett #kolvina #klaroline #tvdu #lyrics #long post

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tarotwithlove · 1 year

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pick a pile ⋆ end of year check-in

reminder that this is a general reading and messages found here may not apply to everyone. take what resonates, leave what doesn't, and don't force anything if it does not fit

BOOK A READING WITH ME · TWITTER · TIPS ♡ tips and feedback are highly appreciated

☆ GROUP ONE

cards ⋆ the hanged man, four of wands (rx), knight of pentacles (rx), nine of cups, nine of swords (rx), seven of pentacles, seven of cups

songs ⋆ you give good love by whitney houston · calligraphy by saba · miss missing you by fall out boy

hey there, group one ♡ this year has been so busy for you my loves, far busier than for many. you have grown and changed so much, to be almost unrecognisable to the version of you from the beginning of the year, but you have not actually allowed yourself to step back and acknowledge this.

so here is your permission to be proud of yourself. you made it through this year, holding each day in the palm of your hand, even when it didn't feel like it.

you have let go of old beliefs this year. you have had your heart broken. you have learned to let go. you have learned to trust in the divine but, most importantly, you have learned to trust in yourself again.

you have experienced the lowest of lows this year and made it through. and that alone is something to applaud yourself for. even if you accomplished nothing else this year, i would congratulate you for this alone. because only god knows how difficult it is to bring yourself back from the edge, without anyone there to help you. without anyone to truly rely on but yourself.

this year has been foundational. you had to experience how bad life can get to truly be prepared for how good life get.

your hard work, your tears and pain, of 2022 have not been in vain. let out that breath you have been holding, my love. you did good this year.

things are only going up from here.

☆ GROUP TWO

cards ⋆ the star (rx), knight of cups, eight of wands, four of cups (rx), page of wands, the world, nine of wands

songs ⋆ spider by hoshi · blue by kai · mr rager by kid cudi

hey there, group two ♡ 2022 has provided you with a venture that was so different from anything you had experienced in the past. at times this year, you found yourself feeling hopeless and in despair at the change that was thrust upon you.

this change that left you wondering if there could be any hope at all this year or if it would be all pain, suffering, and endings. especially when it comes to love. and not only love in relationships, but love for yourself.

this year was one tinged by depression or depressive lows, by sadness and uncertainties and an overwhelming feeling of loneliness that seemed to follow you everywhere.

you found yourself thinking that the love and happiness and belonging you coveted were so out of reach for a person like you. and for a long time–so long you thought that this was just your new reality–you couldn't find a way to not believe it.

and it is okay to recognise all of this without feeling ashamed, or embarrassed, or as if you are pathetic. because you are not.

because you got yourself out of that place. almost overnight you decided that this is not the life you want to live. you stopped identifying with this story and, in turn, the story changed for you. the world unfolded for you in beautiful ways and you started to find your feet again.

yes, it was far from pretty, but whose story is ever pretty? and, yes, you didn't get everything you wanted this year and at times those old insecurities and fears creep up, but that is okay.

you are only at the beginning of your journey, remember that–“you are still young and learning how to live”

☆ GROUP THREE

cards ⋆ the tower, two of swords, knight of wands, wheel of fortune, five of wands (rx), ace of swords, knight of swords

songs ⋆ love me by nafla, hoody · the punishment of sisyphus by hermit and the recluse, ka · after we make love by whitney houston

hey there, group three ♡ it seems that no one has been followed by tower moments this year quite as much as you, my dear group three.

life changing moment after life changing moment after life changing moment followed you in 2022, and for most of it you could not see how any of this could be beneficial to you.

you could not see how every end was only making way for a better beginning. you could not see why every time it seemed like life was coming together in your favour, everything seemed to fall apart. especially in love.

love, peace, happiness. these are all things that, this year, felt so far out of your reach. you fixated on it, like a teenager again, because of how starved you were of it, and questioned the state of your own mind and growth. you worried that there were so many better things to be worrying about so why should it be love at the forefront of your mind.

it's not juvenile, my love. it's not a bad thing. it fact, it has all been to push you into understanding yourself on a deeper level.

you have spent this year experiencing your emotions at a ten. and now that it is drawing to a close, you are reflecting on how far you've come. i don't think i have to reassure you that you've done well, because i'm sure that you know. all i will reassure you about is that your struggles in love, your heartache, have not been in vein.

you have come to a point of letting go and, in doing so, will be rewarded for it. far sooner than you could ever have expected.

#**#tarot #pac #pick a card #pick a pile #pick a picture #pick an image #tarot reading #free readings #witchblr #tarotblr #2022 recap

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kingsmoot · 7 months

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Ok, so. It's interesting and really sad to me that Tyrion - a person who has suffered sexual abuse (w Tysha, that bit where Cersei hurt him as a baby, and probably many more lesser things) - has this more complex attitude towards Sansa than most of the creepy men in her life. In that aside from consistently trying not to marry her, he also acknowledges that she's a child, a little girl, not supposed to be in this situation (considering the world of Westeros, this is... almost entirely a conclusion he came to himself, as the only other character we see thinking of a teenager this way (iirc) is Ned. Most likely the average decent people are aware of how gross pedophilia is but. You get what I mean!) He doesn't show this same attitude towards Lancel which is it's own thing but also ties into his attitude towards himself.

He's aware that she's too young for this, but the fact that he started a sexual relationship at 13 himself (alongside he desperate need to be wanted and loved, but especially wanted) makes him still... try it with her when they get married.

And the line that really hits me is, "You're a child [...] but I want you. Does that scare you, Sansa?" Which, on so many levels:

a. Gross

b. It's partially because of how Westeros sexualises kids and teens (remember Arya? The nine year old?) that he's even aware of her sexuality. She's been advertised as a sexual object by the Lannisters all day.

c. Gross, and also Tyrion is immoral as hell

d. He's never been grey in this particular direction before and that's horrible to read! Until now it's mostly been him lashing out at people (he thinks are) prejudiced against him. ADWD is coming...

e. IDK if he'd still be this sort of - we'd call it a pervert but it's not perverse in the nobility of Westeros is the horrible thing - individual if he was in a less child-eating setting, (bc that's some heavy psychological theory there) but the idea that he would, he'd just never show it, is almost more hair-raising than the more visible sliminess...

completely agree wrt tyrion's understanding of sansa as a child being unique to him. cersei and tywin both say explicitly that because she's had her first moon's blood she is a woman grown and ready to be wedded and bedded. and in general, child brides abound in westeros. it is a cultural norm to marry off girl-children. tyrion is a singular and notable exception in saying that this is wrong and he wants no part in it. tywin even expresses annoyance when he first says this because sansa is meant to be his "reward" for a job well done on the blackwater because of how her status as heir to winterfell would bolster tyrion's own inheritance as a second son.

i actually think that tyrion not showing this attitude towards lancel is a reflection of how sex in general is framed in westeros (which isn't too different from how sex is framed in real life) where it is something that can only be good for men, never bad, and is expected to be bad, painful, uncomfortable, or unwanted for women but they should be doing it anyway. i think tyrion's acceptance of lancel being crushed between the cogs of lannister sibling machination is a combination of his own traumatic sexual experience in his youth, and the culturally held belief that regardless of cersei being twice lancel's age, she is the most beautiful women in the seven kingdoms, and even if she is going to bite his head off and eat it at the end of this, he should enjoy the experience.

i also think you pointing out the fact that average people are likely aware that pedophilia is bad is a very interesting part of the series in terms of how smallfolk view the intricate depravities of their nobility. there hasn't been a lot of smallfolk perspective so far in my reread (beside arya's adventures with hotpie and gendry which lend a really good perspective but not specifically on this) but i get the sense that they aren't keen on the child marriage and dynastic incest.

i think the thing to remember is that like, we as readers can be disgusted at tyrion climbing into bed naked with sansa and telling her he wants her, because we as readers have a better perspective on this situation and haven't been raised in westeros. that's a good thing! i think that scene is definitely supposed to make us feel ill. but the important thing is that tyrion chooses not to "exercise his rights as a husband" and rape sansa in their marital bed, which is unheard of in westeros.

even cat and ned, who are like in general the golden het standard of a perfect westerosi arranged marriage, even cat describes that she was terrified of her wedding night, that she "gave her maidenhead" to a dark sullen stranger and watched him ride off to war. like it is simply not done in westeros that you would spare your wife her expected marital rape. it is what she has been preparing for all day and it is what is expected of you, her lord husband. cat even watches roslyn cry all the way through her own wedding and thinks "well of course she would be inconsolable, she must be so scared of getting raped later" (with the understanding that the crime of rape does exist in westeros and can be charged for but the definition of rape does not include the sex forced onto women and girls in their wedding beds, so cat does not think of this as rape in her mind. but i do.)

so i think in this case tyrion is grey to readers because we have the understanding that it is wrong to rape a 13 year old girl and inherit her lands and get her pregnant so that they pass into your household lineage so that the lannisters hold the west, south, and the north. but by westerosi standards he's doing some sort of baelor the blessed schtick that everyone finds annoying.

#ask tag #worlds best sippycup #tyrion tag #sansa tag

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Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Kino Prologue

ー The scene starts on the open fields

Kino: …

( ーー Before I knew it, I found myself there. )

Where…am I? And who exactly am I?

( In a daze, I simply started walking ahead. With each step I took, I could feel myself having a harder time to breathe, a foul stench lingering in the air of this barren land. )

( I feel a strong sensation that simply being alive would bring nothing but me pain and suffering. …Almost as if this is the Underworld. )

Kino: ( Aah, now I get it. )

( I must have surely met a terrible fate somewhere. )

…

( I suppose it no longer matters. If I simply pass away here in silence. )

( Without anyone having to know… )

*Twinkle*

Kino: Oh!?

( A star fell down? )

( Did I imagine that? No, I’m positive I saw it sparkle. )

…I guess I’ll keep walking just a little further ahead.

Monologue

Rotigenberg.

The Cursed land, where the foul stench of rotten figs,

lingers in the air.

These are the Demon World’s wastelands,

home to the ‘Ghouls’,

a group of creatures who aren’t shunned by their descent,

since they are not acknowledged as proper Demons.

Whether the light flashing through the foggy air in front of me,

was a coincidence or the inevitable,

I do not know.

However, I once again started walking.

Solely holding onto the faith,

that ahead of that fallen star, happiness was waiting for me…

ー The scene shifts to the emergency stairs of Kaminashi Tower

Kino: Hmー What a lovely view.

The bright neon lights are beautiful…and the air is fresh.

( They cannot even be compared. )

*Flap flap flap*

Kino: ーー Welcome. Come on, you can sit on my arm.

*Caw caw caw*

Kino: …So, how are things looking?

*Caw caw caw*

Kino: I see. …So he’s here. You’ve done your job. You can head home now.

*Flap flap flap*

Kino: I suppose I should get going then.

ー Kino jumps up on the tip of the tower

Kino: Nn~ The breeze feels great up here. It was a smart idea to climb up the tower.

I’d love to just fly through the wind into the distance but…

But I’m the one who asked him to meet, so I have to show up now, don’t I?

I hope he’ll make it worth my time…Fufu.

ー The scene shifts to the park

Kino: Uhm…?

ー Richter approaches him

Richter: Are you the one who called me out here?

Kino: Yeah, exactly. Nice to meet you, Uncle.

Richter: ‘Uncle’, huh…? I did not think I would run into another individual who refers to me as such.

Although I have to admit that my older brother was a true ladies’ man. I wouldn’t be surprised to find out he has a couple of illegitimate children running around…

But how do you intend to prove that you are indeed one of them?

Kino: That’s a piece of cake. …Hah!

*Woosh*

Richter: What are you doing all of a suddーー

Kino: Oh? Not enough to convince you? Then…!

*WOOSH*

Richter: You are…

Kino: …Can you still claim that I’m not actually Father’s child after seeing this?

Richter: No, to be able to produce such strong magic here in the human world…

It is true that it would be impossible for anyone who isn’t related to my older brother. …Heh. Very well. Let me hear what you have to say.

Kino: I’m glad you understand.

Richter: Yes, my sincere apologies. So, what do you want to do next? If you’d like, I will happily lend you a hand.

Kino: Hm?

Richter: Let me think…I will do anything within my power to help you steal back those powers from that troublemaker.

*Rustle*

Richter: Not a bad suggestion, is it? When you eventually conquer the Demon World, I shall be there to lighten the pressure put on these narrow shoulders of yours.

Kino: …Get your dirty hands off me.

*Rustle*

Richter: Come again?

Kino: Hm? Nothing~ No, you just caught me a little off guard, you see. My bad!

I mean, even though you are related to Karlheinz as well…You’re just so incredibly underwhelming.

Richter: I beg your pardon!?

Kino: I mean, you can’t blame me, can you? Or can you prove your strength to me, like I did earlier?

Richter: …Every individual has their strengths and weaknesses. In our case, it just so happens that my older brother ran away with all of the strong genes.

Kino: In short, you’re a loser.

Richter: I am not. My older brother was ignorant to the concept of love, but I am full of affection and I know what it feels like to be loved by another.

A beautiful lady once proved that to me, you see.

Kino: …I could care less.

Richter: Did you say something?

Kino: Nah, I don’t really understand love and such…So yeah.

Richter: Haha, no need to worry. I promise that if you quietly grab my hand, I shall ensure that everything goes smoothly.

Now then, allow me to show you to my manor. I have made quite the name for myself here in the human world, so I will be able to assist you in various waysーー

Kino: I see. …You really think highly of yourself, don’t you?

Richter: …

Kino: You really think I’m going to believe some bullshit story about you being loved?

Richter: …! And what do you know!?

Kino: Haha! My information on you must be correct then. You are very much aware that you never once loved in your life…Aren’t you?

Richter: So this is what I get for being humble…!

*Woosh*

Kino: Too slow. …You’re going to need to work on your speed.

ー Kino disappears

Richter: !? Where did he go!?

Kino: Behind you. Haah!

*WOOSH*

Kino: Farewell, Uncle.

*SPLATTER*

ー Richter collapses

*Thud*

Richter: Kuh…Hah…Ah. Uu…

…

Kino: I hope that in the Afterlife, you will be reunited with Auntie who you loved so much. …Haha.

Yuuri: Is it over, Kino?

Kino: Guess so. Go and stab his corpse on the tip of the tower over there.

Yuuri: Why?

Kino: To celebrate! …Yet another Vampire kicked the bucket, so we have to hold a big party!

Right, right! Will you take care of ‘that’ as well while you’re putting him up there?

Yuuri: Yes, I understand.

Kino: Well then, that’s one more piece of trash out of the way. …Now, I suppose I’ll go and rinse off the blood which got on me first. …!

*TIMESKIP*

Kino: All preparations are taken care of. …I suppose I shall go and pick up the Princess then.

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the street outside

Yui: ( Where am I? I thought I was sleeping. )

*Thud*

Yui: ( Hm? …I felt something hit my foot. )

*Thud thud*

Yui: ( Is that…an apple rolling on the ground? For some reason, I feel as if I should follow it… )

ー Yui starts chasing the apple

Yui: ( …Wait…! )

*Thud thud*

Yui: ( Eh? There’s more of them? Actually, where exactly are these apples coming from…? )

*Rustle*

Yui: Eek!

( The path behind me is becoming distorted. The walls melting away into darkness…I’m scared! )

( I feel like I’ll get swallowed as well if I don’t keep running forward. )

ー Yui keeps on running until she eventually wakes up in her room

Yui: !

*Thud*

Yui: ( Was that a dream just now…? It was terrifying, I broke a cold sweat. )

( It’s still pitch dark outside, so I’d like to sleep a bit more…Hm? )

*Flap flap flap*

Yui: ( Is that a crow outside the window? )

( Are crows nocturnal? …No, I’m pretty sure they aren’t. )

( Then why…? )

*Caw caw caw*

Yui: ( …It’s giving me creepy vibes, so better not go take a look. )

( I don’t know whether I’ll be able to sleep, but I’ll just lie down…and wait for the morning to come. )

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the classroom

Female Student A: Ahーaah. Such a bummer that our society class’ excursion got cancelled. I was looking forward to visiting Kaminashi Tower.

Female Student B: Right? I can’t believe they’re expecting us to sit through this lecture instead.

Female Student A: But you know, I heard that the whole area is off limits right now, so there’s nothing we can do about it.

Female Student B: Apparently it’s because of a murder case? People were talking about how blood fell down from the sky like rain yesterday!

Female Student A: Eh? Really?

Female Student B: Yeah. My boyfriend passed by the area yesterday and he told me how the whole ground was covered in red puddles!

Female Student A: Ehー!?

Female Student B: But they didn’t cover it on the news, so it could just be someone pulling a prank.

*Ding dongー Ding dongー*

Yui: ( I can’t believe such a thing apparently happened at Kaminashi Tower. …It’s really closeby, so I’m not too thrilled about it. )

( Please let it just be some prank. )

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the shopping district

Yui: ( …I feel a little uneasy having to walk back home alone on a day like this. I’ll try to take the well-lit paths back. )

( I can’t believe that today, out of all days, everyone had some other business they needed to attend so they didn’t arrange the limousine…Oh well, guess it can’t be helped. )

ー Yui notices a new store

Yui: ( Oh? A new store has opened up over here. )

( …I suppose I can drop by for a bit now that I’m here. )

*TIMESKIP*

Yui: ( I ended up buying a little knick-knack. I wonder where I should put it in my room? )

…

( I’ve really gotten used to that room without realizing. )

( Not just my own room either. Before I knew it, that manor had become almost like my own home. …I wonder why I still go back there? )

( It’s not like I willingly chose to live there…So I wonder how much longer I’ll be able to stay? )

( I used to often ponder about that in the past but lately it has completely slipped my mind. …I’m not sure how I feel about that. )

ー Somebody runs up to her

???: Uriah!

*Rustle*

Yui: ( Eh? …Someone grabbed my chest…! )

Kyahー!!

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: W-W-What are you doing!?

Ayato: Shut up! Anyway, you’re still as flat as ever, aren’t you? I thought that maybe they would have grown a lil’ by now.

Yui: Gosh! …I lost weight because of you, you know!?

Ayato: Hehe, what’s this? Look who has a big mouth now!

Yui: ( Hahー …I suppose I just no longer have time to fret about such things because everyday is like a rollercoaster ride. )

Monologue

Even though the days are still the same,

there is one slight thing which has changed.

Actually, the Sakamaki household,

now has a new leader on the throne.

After Karlheinz-san passed away,

the one who inherited his powers…was Ayato-kun.

Apparently he has been going back and forth,

between the human and Demon World,

as part of his new title as Vampire King.

Yui: ( I mean, I don’t know what exactly that entails but…I suppose I’ll find out sooner or later. )

( I have been dubbed Eve and Ayato-kun is the most likely candidate to become Adam. )

( The two of us might get together in the future. )

( …I wonder how Ayato-kun would react if I were to say that I’m leaving the family? )

( He might not let me go. But where would I run away to anyway? )

…Haah.

Ayato: Hello? Why are you sighing up a storm?

Yui: I have those days too, you know.

Ayato: I see…Then why don’t we swing by somewhere on our way home, huh? How ‘bout we go to Kaminashi Tower after missin’ out on it earlier today?

Yui: Eh?

Ayato: The school’s excursion didn’t go through, right? I heard you actually went to attend the substitute lecture.

Yui: ( So Ayato-kun skipped deliberately… )

But apparently the visit got cancelled because something happened.

So I’m sure they won’t let us in, even if we go…

Ayato: Hehe. That only sounds even more fun! Let’s go!

*Rustle*

Yui: Eeh?

( Geez, he’s so pushy… )

ー The scene shifts to the outside of Kaminashi Tower

Ayato: The fuck? Why is it this crowded?

Yui: The incident took place only yesterday, so I’m sure these people have gathered to see what exactly is going on.

Ayato: Aah? Excuse me? That’s damn annoying.

Yui: ( I’m pretty sure we’re doing the exact same thing though… )

Ayato: Oi, move! Lemme have a look as well!

Yui: You can’t, Ayato-kun!

ー A strong gust of wind blows

Yui: ( Eh…? I feel as if there’s an odd smell in the air… )

Ayato: Hm? Something stinks. This place smells weird.

Yui: You too?

Ayato: Yeah.

Yui: ( However, it doesn’t seem like anyone else around us has noticed. …What is going on? )

( I wonder why? Rather than it being a nice fragrance, it’s actually… )

Ayato: Smells like somethin’ is rottin’.

Yui: Yeah…

( It’s an unpleasant smell which really gets in your nose. …I’m kinda feeling sick. What exactly isーー )

ー Yui recalls what her classmates were talking about

Female Student B: Apparently it’s because of a murder case? People were talking about how blood fell down from the sky like rain yesterday!

Yui: ( Don’t tell me…This is bad! )

ー Yui runs off

Ayato: Hah? Oi, Chichinashi! Where are you goin’!?

Fuck, move aside, stupid humans!

ー The scene shifts to the park

Yui: ( I have to contact the police before it turns into a big scene. )

…

( Huh? I’m pretty sure it came from this direction but…Did I just imagine it? )

ー She spots someone in the distance

Yui: ( Someone’s there. Is that…a young boy? )

( He looks sad…Could he be crying? )

( It’s dangerous for him to be out here at this time of day, so I’ll reach out. )

ー Yui walks up to him

Yui: Excuse me…Is something wrong?

???: …Good evening.

Yui: Good evening…

( Huh? He’s smiling…Were my eyes playing tricks on me earlier? )

???: So, what do you need?

Yui: Eh? Nothing in particular…I’m sorry. I’ll get going now, okay?

ー Yui tries to walk away

???: Wait.

*Rustle*

Yui: Eh?

( He grabbed my arm. Why? )

*Thud*

???: Don’t worry. You didn’t approach me out of your own free will.

I lured you out here after all.

Yui: Eh…?

*Flap flap*

*Caw caw caw*

Yui: What do you mean?

???: To spill the beans to you, I actually put a certain scent which will attract Demons on the old guy I killed yesterday.

Yui: ( Killed…? What is he talking about? )

???: Well, I say that, but it actually only works on a very specific group of individuals.

A certain someone who is qualified to become Adam, or Eve…for example?

Yui: !? Who exactly are you…?

Kino: I am Kino. Karlheinz’ Prince Zero…and the brother of the Sakamaki family.

Yui: Brother…Everyone’s?

( I’ve never heard anything about that. …Is he speaking the truth? )

ー Ayato runs up to them

Ayato: You bastard, don’t be spoutin’ bullcrap!

Yui: Ayato-kun!

Ayato: Don’t run off without my permission! …Who the fuck are you?

Kino: Nice to meet you, Sakamaki Ayato-kun. I am your brother, sharing the same Father.

Ayato: Hah. As if I’d believe that.

Kino: I see. Too bad.

Ayato: Anyway, are you the one behind that stench!?

Kino: Yup, I am! After killing Uncle Richter, I had Ghouls’ flesh put on his corpse to lure the two of you out here.

I honestly didn’t think it would work this splendidly. …Fufu.

Yui: One second. Did you mention Richter-san just now…?

Kino: Yeah. He was trying to kiss my ass until the very end, he was truly a lost cause.

Yui: No way…!

( So this story about blood raining down the sky must have come from when Richter-san was murdered…! )

How could you…!

Ayato: I mean, he got killed because he’s a weakling, right? I don’t give a damn.

Why did you lure us out here?

Kino: You see…

*Snap*

*Flap flap*

Male Ghoul A: Hoh…

*Flap flap*

Male Ghoul B: There we go…

Yui: ( Eh? …The crows are changing into humans one after the other…! )

Ayato: This smell…Ghouls, huh? The fuck do you want? Go back to your graveyard already!

Kino: Ahaha! Ouch! But I wonder how long that attitude of yours will keep up? …

*Woosh*

Ayato: Heh. That won’t even leave a scratch on me!

Yui: Ayato-kun, behind you!

Male Ghoul A: !

*Cling*

Ayato: Uwah!? …Now you’ve done it.

*Woosh*

Male Ghoul B: How about this!?

*Cling*

Ayato: How many times do I have to tell you that crap won’t work!?

*Woosh*

Kino: Heeh, not bad. As to be expected of my brother. But there are still many more Ghouls left, you see?

*Flap flap flap*

Yui: ( No way…Crows are flocking to the area, transforming as soon as they land on the ground. )

What now, Ayato-kun…?

Ayato: I just have to kick their ass, right? You stay back!

*Woosh*

Yui: ( …I’m scared, but all I can do is pray. )

( Please let us make it out of this safe and sound…! )

*TIMESKIP*

*Woosh woosh*

Ayato: Damnit! They keep on poppin’ up no matter how many I take down…!

Yui: ( Quite some time has passed, but the situation hasn’t improved. If anything… )

Ayato: The fuck’s goin’ on…? There’s no end to them!

*Woosh*

Yui: Kyah!

( It seems as if Ayato-kun is losing control over his attacks… )

Kino: Ahaha! Seems like he’s really starting to feel it now.

Yui: Why are you doing this!?

Kino: Oh? You want me to stop?

Yui: Of course!

Kino: Sure. Honestly, I thought it was about time to wrap things up too. …!

*WOOSH*

Ayato: Guaah!!

ー Ayato collapses

*Thud*

Yui: Eh? …No way…!

( I can’t believe Ayato-kun was taken down in the blink of an eye…! )

Kino: Seize him.

Male Ghoul C: Roger.

ー Ayato is restrained

Ayato: Guh…Fuck! Lemme go!

Kino: No. …Take him away.

Male Ghoul C: …

ー Ayato is taken away

Yui: Why do you do this!?

Kino: Why, you ask? Isn’t that obvious?

ー Kino steps closer

*Rustle*

Kino: Nn…

*Smooch*

Yui: ( …!? )

Kino: To get my hands on you.

*Rustle*

Yui: What do you think you’re doing!?

*SMACK*

Kino: …? You slapped me just now, didn’t you…?

Yui: I-I mean, you caught me off guard with that…

( I can’t believe he kissed me…! )

Kino: It hurts…Fufu, I’m pretty sure this is my first time getting hit by a girl.

Yui: ( Eh? …Why is he laughing? It’s giving me the shivers… )

Kino: But you know, to hit a Prince like that…I believe a punishment is in place.

ー He steps closer

*Rustle*

Kino: I can’t take my time with you here, so why don’t we move places?

Yui: No! Let me goーー

*THUD*

Kino: Now then, show me the path to becoming Adam…Eve.

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