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avocado-writing · 3 months

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Okay, I've had this idea bouncing around in my head, waiting for you to reopen suggestions, haha. How do you think the Origins Companions + Halsin, Rolan, Dammon, and Zevlor would react if they found out that Tav had been hiding a very serious injury from them? The kind of injury where Tav is convinced that they're fine and they don't want to worry anyone with something they can handle on their own, especially the people they care most for, but as they try to ignore the injury it only gets worse until it's potentially life threatening and they can't keep up the facade anymore. I will leave it up to you whether or not Tav and the other individual are in a romantic relationship. I think both ways have potential for wonderful angst 😆

ooohhh noooooo! but also oh yes, LOVE this sort of angst lol. written as if you have had an infection come on from an injury. this is gonna be a long list so let's buckle up...

Astarion

really tries to hide his panic but fails miserably.

can't help but start snapping - how could you keep something like this from him?

you try to give your excuses but he waves them away, angry, but mostly because he's terrified that he might have lost you.

if he has any healing potions he helps you take them, if he doesn't he immediately... sources some from somewhere.

holds you as tight as he dares, worried that he will aggravate the injury otherwise.

as you begin to heal and drift off to sleep he spends the whole night watching you rest, making sure that you're still breathing, still safe. doesn't mind when you cuddle up to him in the night, sleepily.

Gale

curses himself for not noticing your condition. he's a wizard, damn it! he's meant to be bloody perceptive.

wishes for the first time ever that he didn't just know wizard spells. wishes he knew how to heal, too.

makes you as comfortable as he can while he finds a book about what he can do for an infected wound, probably swallowing his pride and going to Shadowheart if it's bad enough.

you manage a weak, "Gale, you don't have to--", and he cuts you off, "if you're going to insist that I don't have to look after you, I'm telling you that I do."

fixes you something to help with the pain and infection, makes sure you drink it all despite the horrid taste, then tucks you into his bedroll to let you rest.

when you go to reach out and cuddle him he slips into your arms, presses his lips to your hair, and whispers as you fall asleep about how much you scared him. about how he'd never be able to lose you.

Lae'zel

only realises how unwell you are when you fall over mid-journey.

"tsk'va! why did you hide the extent of your injuries from me?"

hauls you onto her back and carries you back to camp, muttering about your foolishness the whole time.

makes you comfortable in her tent and uses her knowledge of githyanki medicine to help start healing you.

it isn't comfortable as she works on your infection but for the first time you feel her hands being soft rather than vicious.

"you should not have kept this from me." "I know. I'm sorry." "hm. ridiculous thing. zhak vo'n'fynh duj."

goes and intimidates the camp into being quiet so you can rest. it works. this is the nicest she's ever been to you. you could get used to it.

Shadowheart

obviously this is not a huge problem for her, but she is still worried that it got so far without her noticing.

immediately heals you, pouring far too many spell slots into your body in order to get it up and running again.

it helps, immediately breaking the fever you've been nursing, and the touch of Shadowheart's hand to your face is cooling and reassuring.

"lady shar teaches us to embrace our pain... but not like this. you should have known better. you could have died."

her hand slips down to cup your cheek, you cover it with one of your own. she's telling you off but you can tell it's because she cares.

"I'm sorry that I scared you." "I know. don't do it again."

she smiles and the ache in your heart is lifted, too.

Wyll

panics.

you collapse on day in camp and he immediately calls on the others for help, not so proud as to be unable to admit when something is out of his knowledge. he is not a healer. he needs help.

he manages to catch you in his arms as you tumble, hugging you close to his chest while magic is worked or a healer checks you over.

lets out a breath he didn't realise he was holding when you begin to stabilise.

helps you back to your tent to rest, gently chiding you but letting you know that he's glad you're alright.

when your hand weakly comes up to touch him, he indulges you in a kiss to let you know how relieved he is.

constantly watching you on the battlefield from that moment on. if he can help it, you'll never be hurt again.

Karlach

another panicker.

scoops you up in her arms and holds you to her chest, running to the tent of the nearest healer in camp - or, if you're in the city, kicking down the door of a local doctor.

begging the healer to check you over, but is reluctant to let you go. if she stops holding you it's like she's relinquishing control and that scares the life out of her.

you're healed and she feels you start to stir in her arms, peppering you with kisses of relief, choking through her tears that you're never to scare her like that again.

carries you back home, even if you're totally capable of walking. she just wants to make sure you're okay.

Halsin

sternly disappointed that you didn't tell him, but more annoyed that he didn't notice something was wrong himself. how could he not see how out of balance with nature you were?

squirrels you away to his tent to heal you, make you soothing and medicinal teas, his big hands over the source of the infection.

you burrow into his touch, into his chest, and you end up sitting in his lap as he heals you.

he wants to tell you off a little, but is more relieved that you're alright. encourages you to share all your burdens with him.

kisses you on the forehead, then on the mouth when he's sure you're strong enough for it not to knock you flat.

Dammon

my poor boy is just a blacksmith, so though he doesn't exactly panic, he does scoop you up and try to find a healer as soon as he can.

waits quietly and nervously as you are examined, silently cursing himself for being too busy to see how you were hurt. he's meant to be better than this. he's meant to love you, how didn't he notice?

when you come to he can't stop apologising, and it takes several of your kisses to soothe him and tell him it was not his fault but yours.

he makes you promise that you'll always tell him when you're hurt. has you look into his eyes and swear it.

he can't do much on the battlefield but he can protect you where he can.

Rolan

another one cursing that he doesn't know healing spells.

"you aren't meant to die, gods damn it! you're meant to be strong... what good am I if I can't keep you safe..."

rushes you to the best doctor in Baldur's Gate. pays for all the treatment that you could need. holds your hand at your bedside for your entire recovery... until you come back to consciousness, of course, at which point he just starts telling you off for being stupid enough to get into his mess in the first place.

you grab him by the collar and drag him down for a kiss. that finally shuts him up. but he never lets you forget how foolish you were.

Zevlor

practical but still worried about you.

you collapse in the field and he finds a safe place to hide the both of you from dangerous eyes, using his Lay on Hands ability to channel his magic into healing.

you try to apologise but a finger to your lips silences you, and all you can do is watch in quiet wonder as he burns the infection out with his Paladin's light.

when you're better he gently chides you. tells you that you have people relying on your leadership, and that a problem shared means there are more heads working on how to fix it.

when he sees how sorry you are lets you cuddle into him. when you say you'll repay him, he insists your happiness and well-being is enough for an old warrior like him.

does take the kiss you offer, though. he's been wanting to do that for a while...

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eggopath · 3 months

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Haha Hazbins your hermits and another goober

Ello, so this is truly just a shower thought but god damn it I thought it sounded good enough to slap my ideas into a post! I will note that all the roles can change! Well except Scar, Cub, and Grian. Their roles are gonna be the same. I also plan to write a few fics about this au so expect those to be coming soon!

Little Edit: Thank you for all the support! I didn't expect this to get a this amount of traction!

TW: Spoilers and Mention of SA

Alright so first off, I wanna explain a general idea. I might scrap the heaven and hell but for now I won't. Alright so first off, because I wanna get them out of the way.

Xelqua will be Sera and Grian will be Emily. Now Xelqua (hopefully I spelled that write) I know it's basically just Grian but he got a watcher name. I just wanna make the watchers the higher ups in heaven. For Adam and Lute, I don't have a duo for it. I was thinking Gem and Pearl. It kinda makes sense for Gem to be Adam because of who I chose to be Alastor but it's to be decided!

Let's go onto main cast shall we?

Scar will be playing Charlie. Wait if Grian is Emily..who's Vaggie? Well it's the one and only Cubfan135 because I love the convex ship. I'm sorry dessert duo shippers but Convex fits better for Charlie and Vaggie's dynamic. Besides the silly ship, Scar is a very big imagination and it fits with Charlie and her dreams.

Let's get another duo out. I put Ren as Angel Dust and Doc as Husk. Ren is only Angel because Doc fits so well for Husk. I feel like I don't need to elaborate for that. It's only fitting we have RenDoc. Also if you ever watched a lot of Ren, the pg rating is on a thread.

I am thinking of putting Etho for Alastor. Many hermits see Etho is an inspiration so that's kinda why he's Alastor! I also needed someone who could be over Doc and Etho came to mind. Though he isn't gonna be full on Alastor coded. Welcome to me editing, I originally had Bdubs as Nifty but he's being moved to Minzy. So for Nifty, we get the cleaning lady! Aka Pearl of the Pearlencentmoon. I am absolutely dog crap at spelling. (Full credit to ryabaprentice for the idea :D )

Now time for the Vees! Cleo is being Velvet. You can't change my mind. I was binged Hazbin and Velvet gave some heavy Cleo vibes. Only fitting. Joe is Vox because of his live streams. Look, every time I go onto a Joe's Livestream..his dang eye ball over the screen. Also because if I put Cleo somewhere, I gotta put Joe with her. For Valentino, I put Mythical J. Sausage. I know he isn't a hermit but who else am I gonna put there?! At the same time it's explainable why he is Val. I am not writing Ren and Sausages dynamic like they did in the show. I am a SA survivor and I don't wanna write about that. Just a little heads up!

Side Characters time.

Lucifer is gonna be our derpy dad Xisuma. He was originally gonna be Sera but I changed my mind. Mumbo takes the role of I wanna say her name is Rosy but it's the main person in Cannibal Town. Haha funny season 8 flash back.

I'll come back and redo this something but I hope whoever finds this enjoys it!

#hermitcraft #cubfan135 #rendog #goodtimeswithscar #grian #docm77 #xisuma #mythical sausage #zombiecleo #bdoubleo100 #ethoslab #watchers #<--- kinda mentioned but uh yeah canon to silly au ig #mumbo jumbo #geminitay #pearlescentmoon #HazHermits AU #Is it obvious that I don't know how to tag?

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descendant-of-truth · 1 year

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Just remembered that I have the Coded novelization, and while it doesn't add that much in the way of depth I thought it'd be fun to share some bits from it that I found notable

For example, here's some moments of Data Sora actually thinking about his real-world counterpart:

The other world with another Sora, data, bugs - Sora still didn't really get it all, but he felt just the tiniest bit of warmth in his chest when he was with these two. "Well, that right there is a sign you've found true friends!" Donald crossed his arms and said with a nod. "It's kinda fun to make the same friend twice," Goofy added. That did sound like fun. Sora wasn't sure what his counterpart in the real world was like, but he had to thank him for friends like these. I'm me, so that other Sora is and isn't me, I guess. What's he like, I wonder?

"Gosh, you sure went through a lot of trouble." "I'm sorry." Namine bowed her head. "I wish I could have told you all this in person. But the real me is gone now." The "real me"...? So where's the real Namine? Um, and if this is a world inside some data, then... huh? Then where - who is the real me? I'm this guy Sora, and Sora is me, but then this is a world made from memories, so...? Sora let out a long sigh, then smiled. "Um... guys? This is all way over my head... Am I dumb?"

Then there's this scene that might have been in the DS version? I haven't played it yet, but either way it's different from the movie in the collections:

"It's so... empty," Sora whispered uneasily, looking at his feet. Suddenly, a shock ran through him, as if something very heavy had been dropped onto his shoulders. "Aaah!" Sora cried as a ball of light shot out of him. The burden on his shoulders remained. His knees felt like they were about to give out under him. "Wh-what's going on? I feel k-kinda funny." It was like the energy had been sucked right out of him. What just happened? "Sora! You okay?" Riku came running up. "Riku! What about you? Are you all right?" Sora was still worried for his friend, though his legs were so wobbly he could barely stand. Riku gave him a small nod in reply. "You shouldn't be here. I can fight the bugs off a little longer... but they're spreading. Pretty soon they'll take over all my data." The bugs were starting to win. What would happen once their control was complete? "You feel weak, right? It's because the bugs have stolen your data. You won't last long in here. Take this and escape while you can."

I think it makes sense that there would be some kind of complication with Sora while trying to save Riku; it gives his warnings some more weight.

Speaking of Riku, they added a cute little high five between him and Sora when he clears out all the bugs in Riku's datascape:

"Thanks!" Sora held up his hand, and Riku gave him a high five. "The bug tried to use my power for itself, didn't it?" "Yeah... How'd you know?" Sora asked in return.

In general, characters are more prone to physical contact with each other in the novels compared to the original versions; Donald and Goofy give a few different hugs in this book alone. But because I'm a simple person who likes Soriku, this scene in particular made me happy:

"Wait, Sora! Where are you going? Sora!" Riku grabbed Sora by the arm as he started to run off. "The datascape won't hold together much longer! Sora, stop!" Sora had no intention of doing that. "Sora, are you crazy?" Riku urged, still with a firm grip on his friend's arm. "We can't just leave them! You heard Mickey. I'm going to find them!" "Find them where?! Do you have any idea where they are?" "Somewhere!" Sora snapped. Riku took hold of Sora by both shoulders and gazed into his eyes in an effort to get through to him. Sora stared right back. "Aren't you afraid?" Riku asked softly. "We're not just talking about losing some memories here. We could get erased. This whole world could get erased!" "Sure I'm afraid. Weren't you?" "Hmm?" Sora slowly removed Riku's hands. "You've been in my shoes. You've gone up against the impossible alone. Because you knew that was less scary than just sitting around and waiting for the end."

Like what was the REASON for this. Did the author realize that she omitted the specific detail of Sora holding Riku's shoulders like in the movie version and decide to make up for it here. That would be hilarious

We also get Sora threatening Pete, which was way funnier to me than it should've been:

"This is where it ends, Pete!" Mickey brandished his Keyblade. "It ain't fair! Sproutin' a new Keyblade is cheating. Better make a strategic retreat, before--" "Not so fast! First, hand over Riku... or else." Sora readied his Keyblade, too. "Uhmmm... Now let's talk about this..."

And finally, the scene that shook my perspective the most:

"Don't ever talk about Sora like that. He's our friend in this world and every other one, too!" Donald shouted, wriggling in the tiny space between his body and the wall to strike the blocks with his staff. the wall didn't budge, though. "Donald..." I'm so happy to hear you say that, but... I really am useless now. "Hmph, maybe on the outside, but he's just an empty shell. The kid don't got a heart," Pete continued. A heart? What's a heart?

Guys. No one's explained to Data Sora what a heart is. This automatically makes him one of the funniest characters in the series, because it means he's been dodging all of the emotional turmoil that's been the driving force of the series through a simple lack of information.

He has his own struggles of course, but out of every character that's been a protagonist in one of these games, he understands Heart Lore the least, and I find that incredible

#kingdom hearts #kh coded #kh recoded #data sora #data riku #soriku #data soriku #I haven't seen people post about the Coded novel which is. understandable but it needed correcting #Edit: every time I try to fix the small text into being entirely small and not have random words/letters be regular it just #makes different words and letters be regular after I've saved #so the post might look wonky but that's because I don't know how to solve this game of whack-a-mole

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amidstnamjin-and-binchanlix · 10 months

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how long can you stand the heat || ot7

Warnings: Uhhh, none I think? Non-graphical smut and slight angst, but that's pretty much it for now since I'm still crafting the next part, and some curse words lmao.

I won't control you, but MDNI. This is not for you, please.

Pairings: OT7/(F) Reader, Jackson Wang/(F) Reader

Plot: The one where your soulmates don't want you in their life, so you give them what they want and stay out of their way.

Genre: not really unrequited love (but they're all idiots), mutual pining, angst, denial of feelings, poly ot7

How do you think I'm going to get along

Without you when you're gone?

You took me for everything that I had

And kicked me out on my own.

Are you happy? Are you satisfied?

How long can you stand the heat?

Out of the doorway the bullets rip

To the sound of the beat.

mixtape: all i have left to give - part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - ending 1

I originally posted this on ao3 last April but I've just recently thought, "why not post this on tumblr now that i'm using it again after a few years?"

this fic is v self-serving, and was brought to you by my ✨maladaptive daydreams✨

first fic i posted here. idek what im doing but lezzgawwww

Title obviously came from AOBTD. Thank you, Sir John Deacon. You are heaven-sent for making this iconic and legendary bop.

This will be a part of a multi-fic series and i've already crafted 80/90-ish% of the next part im so sorry my mind isn't cooperating rn

✨️

God must be testing your patience.

I mean sure, you might not also be sure that there is indeed a god out there somewhere. However, you must have pissed off some deity or you had pissed on some old man of the mound. Either way, you don't care. You're pissed off now, too.

You see when they rejected you and asked (read: avoided you like the plague until Sejin spoke with you) not to speak or interact with them, you respected their wishes. It stung, but it's not really surprising.

It's not a secret that the seven of them are soulmates, polyamorous soulbonds not even a rarity in and out of the industry. However, it's also not a secret that they're very exclusive and don't let too many (if any) other people in their circle because of the things they had to endure as a group. It makes sense that they wouldn't want a new person intruding and messing with their dynamics, soulmate or not.

(deep down you want to say it doesn't make sense. you're their soulmate, why can't they accept you like that? but there's still nothing you can do, isn't there?)

And so, you delegated all your tasks related to their group to your most trusted employees completely and avoided them at all costs. And by 'at all costs', you mean everything. You even deleted all their songs on your playlists and blocked them on social media (even on Spotify). You can co-exist with them without interacting, although it makes your chest ache through the bond because of the soul rejection like a 24/7 acid relapse.

It's fine. You can ignore all that. You can handle rejection. You've been used to this since you were a kid; adult you can handle this.

Soul rejection side effects? Nothing meds and doctors can't fix. Technology has never been more advanced and all that jazz.

You're a mature person, and you pride yourself on that. You don't like confrontations that much and would rather step back as much as you can to disengage. If your soulmates don't want anything to do with you, then you'll back off.

But you sometimes wonder if they can feel it too, the soul strings fraying and slowly decaying. After shit went down, it's bouts of nausea and dizziness, and constant chest aches for you. That's not even half of it. It'll take a whole day for you to list all your symptoms.

If they do feel it, does it add to their list of reasons why they hate your existence? You mean, they had been borderline antagonistic since your first meeting, cold but civil at best.

It was a contrast to the way the tiny soul marks on each of your fingers glowed on your first meeting even until after Taehyung and Yoongi fled in what you can guess is disbelief and refusal, the others following suit. The warmth in your hands felt scorching, and you had never wanted to scrub them with water in your life then more than you ever did, your chest beating hard and painfully. You remember feeling like someone slashed your insides with a hot knife, and it has never stopped being in pain ever since.

What else were you supposed to think other than they hate you?

Not wanting to risk another embarrassing conversation with Sejin (bless his heart), you decided to book an appointment and signed up for the relatively new soul-scraping therapy. It's still in its human trial stages and is slowly being recognized as a way of severing soul ties, albeit not approved and sanctioned by the government. Anything to give and honor their wishes. They're your soulmates, and it's innate in you to give people what they want.

(or was it really just that?)

All of that and everything else, you can take. You live and abide by your life motto to stay out of drama, so you take all of it in stride and with dignity because it's all you have left at this point when it comes to them.

This is where you got pissed off, though. This day takes the cake, this sodding party.

Attending the party was certainly not your idea. You're tired from the long-ass meetings you had today��JYP's team asked for a meeting for your agreement with Day6 since Sungjin got discharged a few months ago with Younghyun following suit in a few days. A party is definitely not on your to-do list. If it's up to you, you'll be going home to your phone and fics.

(and if they're bangtan fics, nobody has to know. this, you can let yourself have—you were advised against going cold turkey from them by the doctors handling the soul-scraping therapy, after all. if you can't have them, maybe you can at least indulge in fictional them.)

You have been minding your own business since you arrived at the bar. It's laughable how socially inept you are despite handling your business and meeting the entertainment industry's biggest names and leaders regularly. When being put in parties and other gigs that force you to socialize just for the sake of socializing, you're back to being the fat loser kid that avoided making new friends because the ones you previously had in childhood (if you can really call them that) can't understand how your brain and mouth work. Frankly, you don't, too, so you just preferred to stay in one corner until it's socially acceptable to go home.

"Hey." Jackson squeezes your hand in his and smiles worriedly at you. "You doing okay?"

Jackson had been a long-time friend and is someone you trust your whole life with. Jackson had seen you through your bests and worsts, but had never once turned his back on you or betrayed you as many people did.

Yeah, you would trust him with your whole life. Your panties too, but don't tell him that.

(there's no need to because he knows; he did lots of times before, with his face between your thighs and your undies in his pocket.)

"I'm good." You don't even bother smiling, knowing it won't convince him too much. He knows your stand on parties; you're his polar opposite, after all. "I just really wanna go home."

"Can I come with?" he asks with a salacious smile.

You roll your eyes.

"Stop being horny for five minutes, please."

"You shouldn't have worn that dress, then." He rakes you with an assessing look. "On second thought, that's the best decision you did tonight so far. If you're not going home with anyone tonight, my room's open."

"You up to be my wingman?" you ask.

"Sure. I'll sit with you all night so we can look like a swinger couple scouting for a third we can take home." He waggles his eyebrows.

You snort at that with an amused chuckle, oblivious to the glare(s) directed your way by—who else?—your soulmates.

They (Taehyung) heard from Manager Sejin and Noona Ae-cha that you're not sure if you can come. They didn't know why the two were talking about you, but Taehyung tried to act immersed in his phone while eavesdropping.

Apparently, you had been stuck in the boardroom almost all day with the back-to-back meetings, and you even had to cancel your doctor's appointment. For what the appointment is for, he didn't know. It explains your absence that day, and he files the information away at the back of his head. He can't for the life of him understand why he can't stop trying to spot crumbs about you.

(he does know, but he's in denial about why—and he'll deny both.)

He then told his hyungs and Jungkook, which they just nodded at, seemingly uninterested. But if Namjoon's faraway serious look at times is anything to go by or the way Jimin picks at the skin on his lips as he's lost in thought, he's pretty sure they are also subtly trying to figure out if you're coming.

(but they'll all deny that if asked.)

They haven't seen you that much since they started actively avoiding you months ago and shut down whatever soul link you have with them, and you are damn good at trying to stay out of their way.

It surprised them, they're not gonna lie. They expected you to put up a fight, but all Manager Sejin told them was that you agreed. You never interacted with them ever since unless it was really needed, and you were always wearing your rings and not making unnecessary eye contact even once.

(and that somehow pisses them off and itches under their skin because how dare you not be interested?)

And now you've been here for the past hour or so, Jackson Wang in tow. Or rather, Jackson has his arms alternately snaked around yours or slung around your shoulders. It makes Jackson look like a frat douchebag.

(and it makes taehyung look jealous and interested in you which he is so not, no.)

Hoseok was the first one to spot you arriving, Another One Bites The Dust thumping through the dancefloor that was bathed in red lights. He nudges Namjoon from his seat in their secluded and swanky VIP room that was separated one floor above the bar proper.

"There she is", he says then, gesturing towards you as all seven pairs of eyes land on you as you enter with Jackson. "She's with Wang."

With varying levels of internal turmoil, they all watch as Jackson led you through the throngs of people, presumably to another room like theirs. They see you shake your head and point to the bar, and Jackson's face light up with a wide smile before redirecting your steps.

Yoongi asks himself why you have to wear that dress or why Jackson has to clutch at your hands like a little kid, the others having a similar train of thought. Does Jackson think he's going to be lost in this bar? Is he that plain stupid to be lost in this bar, really?

And why are you letting him?

Jimin tries not to let his eyes wander on your legs, tries not to let his mind wander back to the thought of being choked by your thick supple legs and ripping that off-shoulder dress off you and—

Oh. Woah, there.

Stop it! he thinks to himself and shakes his head.

(this is not the first time he's thought of this, darling. when he first saw those smooth and lovely-looking plump thighs, he knows he was fucked.)

Jin is no better, but he hides it better than the others. After all, it was not his idea to shut you out like that. He was opposed to it and tried to talk some sense into the others, but they didn't listen. He thought back then that Namjoon would at least be reasonable and give you a shot but nooo, the kid was stupid enough to listen to others.

Let them have what they want, then.

(he can feel the pit and longing in his chest some nights and thinks that maybe he can let the others do what they want but still do what he wants too. but he takes a look at the six men who had been there for him through thick and thin, and he can't lose them. he sends you an apology mentally, hoping you can at least feel it through the bond.)

"Calm down," Jin tells them levelly, trying to pry the glass off Namjoon's hand, lest he crushes it and injures himself. "You're crushing the poor thing, Joonie. Don't wanna end up in the ER, do you?"

Jackson's the one to end up in the ER if he doesn't unwrap his arms from your shoulders, that's who, Namjoon thinks to himself bitterly before he can stop himself.

Jin leans back on his seat and watches as you laugh with Jackson, arms slung around your shoulders as the latter listens to you talk. They all wouldn't have to seethe in barely contained anger if they just listened to him though, so who's at fault here?

Aish, these brats.

"I'm going to get more drinks," Jungkook suddenly says, disentangling himself from Taehyung fluidly.

"You can just ask them," Namjoon says, pointing towards the glass doors where their security detail is posed out of the room. "There's no need to go out."

"I'm going to get more drinks," Jungkook repeats firmly, ignoring him. Namjoon's jaw clenches. "Come help me, Jin-hyung?"

Ah, this conniving brat. Jin wants to kiss his pouty lips for this.

"Sure," Jin says easily, much to Namjoon's annoyance. He pats Namjoon's cheeks gently. "No breaking the glass, Joon-ah. We have a photoshoot tomorrow."

He pulls Jungkook out of the room before any of them can disagree further. He loops his arm around Jungkook's petite waist, nodding once to the man stationed at the door.

"You're not just getting drinks at you, aren't you?" Jin asks as they descend the steps.

"I don't know what you're talking about, hyung." Jungkook's smile is sharp. "I just don't wanna get roofied and end up on the tabloids tomorrow, is all."

"You don't have to lie to me," Jin says, kissing his hair. "I wanna see her, too."

Jungkook's smile turns sad at that.

"I just don't understand. [Name]-noona seems like a nice person. They're all being stupid."

Jin has to agree. "But you know why we have to, right? I don't like it, too, but we have no choice."

"But we do!" Jungkook insists. "We can be friends, even."

"Friends don't fuck friends." Jungkook snorts at that. "There's nothing 'friends' about wanting her with us, Jungkook."

"Friends don't fuck friends, my ass," Jungkook mumble mockingly. "That didn't stop Jackson-hyung at all."

Jin stops momentarily, pulling Jungkook to a stop. "Excuse me?"

"They were having sex last week, hyung. When Jackson-hyung came over last Wednesday."

"Was that why...?"

"Yeah." Jungkook takes his hand as they walk again. "I felt it through the strings, too."

Jungkook is suspiciously not meeting his eyes.

"Jungkook-ah."

"What?" he asks innocently. Jin's lips pull into a smirk.

"You naughty cat!"

"I—what? No!" but Jungkook is still not meeting his eyes. "I didn't watch them."

Jin gasps delightedly.

"This is so much better. I didn't even say anything yet!"

Ah, fuck.

In Jungkook's defense, he hadn't meant to listen in. But he had been on his way back to the practice room from relieving his screaming bladder when he heard it. The warmth and arousal that was definitely not his he had been ignoring since that lunchtime was not helping his curiosity.

"Ah!" And oh shit, it's someone moaning and it's you.

That explains the arousal he's been feeling. Oh, and the jealousy now (his), too.

"Yeah?" A deeper voice asked breathlessly. Another punched-out moan from you, and the arousal flares in his chest.

Yup. It's definitely his this time.

"Jackson, please," your equally breathless voice pleaded, and the sound shot to his cock. Jungkook had to stop his hand from going south inside his pants and boxers.

A delighted shriek and breathless laugh, followed by a staccato of 'ah ah ah's and hips slapping against each other punctuated the otherwise silent afternoon he was having.

And what would a self-respecting man do?

Stay and listen to you get railed six ways to Sunday, was what he did.

(jungkook didn't say he's a self-respecting man.)

Jungkook slipped his hand inside his pants and boxers and wrapped his hand around his aching cock. He almost moaned at how your moans quickly reached a whole other level of desperation. He wondered and tried to imagine how you would feel around him if he fucked you harder and deeper than Jackson possibly can.

He knows he can.

"Hands, Jackson." There was a chuckle, then your whine was heard. "Baobei, please."

Jungkook heard Jackson's sharp intake of breath, and he had to internally agree. Even speaking Mandarin, you sound so hot.

He heard you mewl with a choked giggle as the sounds of hips to hips got faster.

"You really like my hands, huh?" Jackson asked.

"Mhm. Want them wrapped around my—ah!—neck all the time."

Fuck.

Jungkook had to bite onto his hands as he came, so as not to give his position away, cock spurting on his hands,. Seconds later and he heard you cry out and Jackson grunt to completion.

So, no. He definitely didn't watch.

"You nasty, nasty boy!" Jin cackles at him and he wants to pout. "You listened in to them having sex?!"

"Hyung!" Jungkook hisses. "Not too loud."

Jin snickers at him, mouth pulled in a tempting smirk he wants to kiss. "Was it good?"

"Hyung," he whines. At Jin's unfaltering smirk, he sighs. "It was. She sounds so good, hyung. I can't take it off my mind."

"Maybe later, we can do something about that." Jin says with a low hum.

He peers at Jin's eyes and almost shudders at the dark and hungry look in them. Jin squeezes his waist, and it takes Jungkook's breath away.

In his silence, Jin nods with a hum.

"Hm, definitely later."

He won't say no to that. If they can't have you, Jungkook's gonna take what he can get, even if it means settling on replaying your moans in his head.

When they reach the bar, you are still sitting at the other end with Jackson. They are careful not to be seen by you or you'll probably leave like you always do when they get within your 10-foot vicinity.

Then Jackson puts his hand on your slightly exposed leg. He feels the others' jealousy through the bond first before he feels his own, and he sees you stiffen in your seat.

Hyungs!

Jungkook quickly looks away, but not before Jackson catches his gaze. He completely misses the way Jackson's mouth pulls into a quick smirk as their drinks are thankfully served at that exact moment.

"Wanna head back to your place?"

You're unexpectedly suddenly close, and it's like Jackson wants him and Jin to hear to rile them up. It works, and he can barely tamp down the urge to pour the drinks over Jackson's big head, being older be damned.

"Sure. I'll just swing by the restroom." You say as you walk away. Jin and Jungkook take that as their cue to go back to their ritzy room.

"That was short," Jin says tightly as they go back. "Was it you?"

Jungkook shakes his head.

Jin's lips quirk into an amused smile.

"Ah, jealous bastards."

"Weren't you too, though?" Jungkook asks with a slightly amused smile of his own. "That was... that was intense."

"That serves them," Jin says as they near the room. "If they weren't just pigheaded, it's my shoulders her legs are gonna be hanging from later."

"Jin-hyung!" Jungkoo huffs, but then deflates. "Yeah."

"Don't worry, we still have later," Jin says with a lascivious smirk.

And he can't complain about that, can he?

"Where's Tae-hyung?" he asks when they enter the room, Taehyung nowhere in sight.

"Went out. Didn't say where." Hoseok says as he accepts their drinks and puts the tray on the table. It takes a few seconds for him to piece it all together, and he mentally facepalms.

"Whatever happened to 'not giving a fuck' about [Name]?" he mumbles.

"Jungkook," Namjoon warns.

It sets him off.

"What? Are you all really going to keep on pretending? You do realize I felt that back there too, right?" he shoots back.

"So the drinks were just a ruse?" Namjoon's face is stormy.

Jungkook holds his gaze steady. "And what if it was? You all know what I felt about this since day one."

"Kook-ah." It's Jimin this time. "Not now, please."

"And when, hyung? When we go back to just pretending an eighth of our soul doesn't exist out there?"

"Jungkook."

He glares at Yoongi. "No, hyung. If you all want to be stupid, I don't! [Name]-noona is going through therapy because of this, don't you know?"

Yoongi scoffs. "She's a big girl, she can handle herself."

"Not soul-scraping therapy, she won't."

They all stop at that. Even Jungkook stops and internally curses.

Fuck, he wasn't supposed to say that.

"What did you say?" Namjoon's voice takes on a dangerous tone.

He huffs but stays silent, not really wanting to dig a deeper hole for himself.

"Jungkook."

"I talked to Jiho-hyung, okay? I bumped into him five months ago when he visited her."

Silence.

"Im Jiho?" At Jungkook's nod, Namjoon's frown deepened. "I didn't know he practices soul-scraping."

"He's co-authoring the soul-scraping study with Doctor Seong."

At the mention of one of their previous soul health doctors, Yoongi raises his eyebrows.

"Our Doctor Seong?"

Jungkook nods with a sigh, plopping down beside Hoseok. "Apparently, it's why he stopped private practice—to focus on the studies. They're also lobbying for fully legalizing soul-scraping in the Assembly. I ran into him, and he mentioned that he was there for noona's side effects from the therapy."

Side effects?

Shit.

"W-wait. Five months, you said?" Jin says with a tremble in his voice. "Is that why I can barely feel her anymore?"

Jungkook's sigh is pained, forlorn. "Apparently, yeah."

They all lapse in complete silence after that, the thumping of the beat on the dancefloor faint through the walls.

"Fuck."

Indeed.

It is then that Taehyung comes back. He takes one look at their varying degrees of solemn and stunned expressions and tilts his head.

"What? What happened?" he asks.

"[Name]..."

Taehyung's eyes widen before his expression smooths into indifference.

"I told you, I'm no—"

"That's not it," Jimin says softly. "She's in soul-scraping therapy, Taehyung-ah."

...

"What?"

(oh, lord. you don't know the turmoil you caused all these pining idiots, darling.)

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And what about you?

As we said in the beginning, god must be testing your patience.

"Hey," Jackson says softly. He lifts your chin with a gentle smile long after Taehyung fucked off to god knows where. "You good, baobei?"

You didn't even know they were here. You were vaguely aware that yeah, they might be, but it totally slipped your mind. Meetings really did drain your brain.

When you stood up and went to the restroom while Jackson called for the driver, you didn't know that Taehyung was watching you from their room and completely high-tailed it from there just to intercept you when he saw you stand up from the corner of the bar. You didn't know why, but his stupid drunken ass just decided it wanted and it was a good idea to rile you up.

To piss you off is why, you think.

When you exited the ladies' room, Taehyung was standing there by the wall looking lethal. The ache in your chest flared up for two different reasons, but you ignored it. You ignored him and started walking away, pretending you didn't see him.

"So you're really here."

Seriously?

You continued ignoring him and walked on, but he didn't let you get far.

He grabs your wrist. "I said, you're really here."

The spot where he held you burned and you hissed, cursing the therapy's side effects. You were warned that coming in contact skin-to-skin with your soulmates while undergoing the therapy would feel painful (literally), but you didn't heed it then. You had no reason to touch them after all when they didn't even want to see you.

But it is painful, and it burns.

You yanked your wrist away, hiding your wrist behind your back. There's no need for that, though. Taehyung was looking at your face intently.

"Yes, and I was just leaving. See you around, T—"

"With Jackson?"

What's it with this guy?

You looked back at him and squared your shoulders up. "That's really none of your business, Taehyung."

He laughed with a sneer, shaking his head.

"What would people say if they knew you're off gallivanting with men who aren't your soulmate?"

Wow.

The nerve of this asshole.

You can't let him see it affect you though, so you tilt your head with an innocent smile.

"I'm just a nobody. Why would they talk about me? " You smirked in amusement. "I don't think it'll be me they will talk about since I wasn't the one who rejected my soulmate, was I?"

And oh, shit. Where did that come from, [Name]? Feisty.

"And I'm not doing anything illegal. Why should I be scared?" You slightly lean back and tilt your chin up. "I'm not the one between us with a reputation to uphold, a name I should protect."

You paused, a serene smile on your face.

"I'm not a coward. I'm not you, Taehyung"

The smirk on his lips was replaced with a sharp look of disdain, almost like he wants to slap the smile off your face.

(he wants to, darling. trust me. just not in the way you think.)

You knew you hit a nerve and it feels petty and mean, but it's nothing compared to the loneliness and pain they gave you these past few months. It felt satisfying, even if for just a bit.

"You really think you're all that, don't you?" He smiled almost mockingly. "Tell me, how does it feel to be rejected?"

That really stung and angered you, but you've spent all your life hiding your emotions when needed to. Your expression didn't falter.

"It feels good—"

"—because she dodged a bullet."

You internally sighed in relief as Jackson's voice float behind you. You'll forever be thankful for this man's existence, gods or not.

You melt in his arms when he wrapped them around your waist. You chanced a look at Jackson, not seeing the twitch on Taehyung's brows at your body language.

"You really think you're all that, don't you?" Jackson mocked back at him. "Imagine thinking it's the end of the world for your soulmate just because you shut down their bond." Jackson chuckled ruthlessly.

"You're pathetic, Taehyung-ssi."

The two were locked in a glowering match before Taehyung straightened up and spun on his heel without a word.

Jackson let you get your bearings by the wall of the hallway to the ladies' room in silence. But he didn't let you stew in your thoughts for long.

So now here you are, looking at his gentle eyes.

"You good, baobei?"

You don't know how to answer that really, so you pull him by the collar into a searing kiss.

He puts his hand on your waist, the other on the wall by your face, and you tighten your hold on his collar.

You pull away to gasp for air.

"Take me home," you exhale heavily as you lean your head on his shoulder. "Take me home and fuck me 'til I forget, or I might do something stupid."

Jackson's sharp intake of air is your answer before he pulls you away to your awaiting car outside the club.

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feedback (constructive, please don't be too rude bc i'll cry) and kudos very much appreciated!

#bts soulmate au #polyamorous bts #soul bonds #kim taehyung u lil shit #soulmate rejection #idek what i'm doing okay i'm so sorry #they're idiots your honor #bts x reader #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook

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mcflymemes · 11 months

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ALISTAIR THEIRIN QUOTES * dialogue from dragon age: origins, updated version

excuse me while i begin projectile vomiting.

you were the first person i ever spent the night with, and if i had my way... you'd be the last.

do you think you might ever... feel the same way about me?

will you miss it once it's over?

i care for you so much.

i love you. more than i ever thought possible.

i wish i could be better at this.

you know that i've never done anything like this. with anyone.

i guess i was raised not to take this sort of thing lightly.

it's just like being home again.

i can't run away from it anymore.

given the circumstances, things could have been so much worse.

i locked myself in a cage once, when i was a child. for an entire day. ah. good times.

i'm willing to... give it a shot. if you are.

aw, that's sweet.

you're beautiful. i am a lucky man.

i know it might sound strange, considering we haven't known each other for very long, but i've come to... care for you. a great deal.

now's as good a time as any to talk, right?

i'm so grateful that you're... you.

let's get back to... what we were up to before.

i hope it hasn't... put you off.

anyway, uh, sorry about that. i'll take it from you right now.

great. they just love me.

i was just thinking about you! isn't that a marvelous coincidence?

now that i've handled that with my usual deft brilliance, time to move on! and take a cold bath, maybe.

locking the door and throwing away the key was plan b.

is it just me, or did i do really badly back there?

don't look now... but. well. look now!

i don't think we're alone. i really don't think we're alone.

all right! let's go!

oh? you want to... right now? well, who am i to refuse?

um... that sounded better in my head. i just meant to say that i can't imagine having done this without you.

we're not exactly traveling in the lap of luxury here.

you feel that? it's actually colder up here.

is this place even on a proper map?

look at it all!

i'll be... standing over here. until the blushing stops. just to be... uh. safe. you know how it is.

maybe it likes you?

swooping is bad.

what is it, then? rats running amok? cheese supplies running low?

i see you can't sleep, either.

i was just thinking... here i am doing all this complaining, and you haven't exactly been having a good time of it yourself.

why are you smiling like that?

that just seems so excessive.

are you just making these up right now?

now that's dedication!

it's all been death and fighting and tragedy.

make fun of you? perish the thought.

old books. you think any of those might still be readable?

do you get the feeling things are just getting worse as we go up?

more crazy? i thought we were all full up.

i thought maybe i could say something. tell you what a rare and wonderful thing you are to find amidst all this... darkness.

they say you can get anything here. i once got pick-pocketed.

this is where the nobility come to get drunk and debate who's the most self-important of them all.

we get lost, people die, and the next thing you know i'm stranded somewhere without any pants.

now that's just unnecessary.

have you ever licked a lamppost in the winter?

can't... keep my eyes open. someone... pinch me.

where do you think they get all this stuff?

oh! here i am! and there you are! you just disappeared!

why do they call it a brothel? there's no broth. or is there?

we're not going to be mobbed, right?

now that is a big tree.

i hate you. you're a bad person.

i'm not falling asleep again!

we seem to be heading... up? yes. i think these caves are going up to the surface.

can we expect more of those?

what is that smell? fish? and something else. oh. more fish.

uh oh. i'm terrible at puzzles.

i know most guys would probably leap at the chance to be with you, but i don't know if i'm ready for that. it's a big step.

maybe i should touch them. or stand on them?

pleased to meet you. nice campfire you have there.

let's try not to get lost here.

bluff called! damn! you saw right through me!

i think there's something ahead. something big.

you have my condolences.

and here i was going to name one of my children after you.

you seem more "ooh, pretty colors!" than "muahaha! i am princess stabbity! stab, kill, kill!"

i gazed, glanced in that direction, maybe. but i wasn't staring. or really... seeing anything, even.

what? lead? me? no no no. no leading. bad things happen when i lead.

they're really quite tasty.

we take our ingredients, throw them into the largest pot we can find, and cook them for as long as possible until everything is a uniform grey color.

watch as i thrash our enemies with the mighty power of floral arrangements!

i will overpower you with my rosy scent!

i was looking at your nose.

your desire is my command.

i guess that must make me sound like an idiot.

just what every man wants to hear.

now if we could move right on past this awkward, embarrassing stage and get right to the steamy bits, i'd appreciate it.

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13eyond13 · 23 days

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Hello, new Death Note fan here. First, thanks so much for this blog of yours. Because it came out 10+ years ago, I'm afraid will hard to find any active DN acc until I came to your blog. I understand more about Death Note's characters and story thanks to you...💐

I just start DN anime and manga last year (I know it's so late), because many people said in reviews that DN is not that good and mostly overrated. After finishing it, I think, how wrong that opinion was....

Do you mind if I ask some questions :

- Is Beyond Birthday became like that because of A's suicide?

- I read somewhere that Death Note (especially L and Light's relationship) is subtext mlm like Hannibal NBC & Merlin BBC, do you agree?

- One of my friend is DN fan since 2008, and every time she watched (more than 100x) L's death, she still cried. And coping it with read L/Light fics, are you like that too?

- "L and Light are both ace and aromantic", do you agree?

- Until the end, does L figure out it was Light = Kira the whole time?

- If Mello and Near work together from the start, can Light got captured more early?

- If Light were female, do you think L/Light ship will be more common?

- Until now, have you found any couple (canon or non canon) from any media (books, tv series, movies, anime/manga, etc) that the dynamics remind you of L/Light?

- "If Ryuk were an ikemen, than Light/Ryuk ship will be more popular than Light/L", do you agree?

- Do you prefer L as top or bottom or switch with Light? Why?

- In what moments that you start ship Light with L?

Sorry for my long ask (got too excited) feel free to answer whichever you want to. Thanks @13eyond13 ....

Hi! Aw, thanks for the kind words, and I'm so glad my blog is still helping new fans out that way somehow! 😊

Let me try to quickly answer your questions here (sorry if the answers aren't very in-depth, I don't have a computer with me currently and I'm just replying to you with my phone)

- Did Beyond Birthday become like that because of A's suicide?

This is not something that is commented on directly in the novel, so it's up to fan interpretation and headcanons for that! There is only one sentence about A, and we actually don't even know if A and B knew each other or interacted with each other in any way:

Personally I DO think it's fun to imagine it's part of B's past that he and A did know each other and that it did affect him somehow, but I'm not sure if his character was actually written with that notion in mind.

- I read somewhere that Death Note (especially L and Light's relationship) is subtext mlm like Hannibal NBC & Merlin BBC, do you agree?

I think you can definitely easily read homoerotic subtext into their relationship, but I also believe most of it was not really intentionally put there by the manga creators Ohba and Obata. I think SOMETIMES there were deliberate suggestive jokes and whatnot in the manga that indicated there was some level of awareness that things between them could be seen as suggestive – like when Matsuda is questioning them only sharing their cell phone numbers with each other, and when Misa questions L's orientation whenever he handcuffs himself to Light. That doesn't mean that reading them or their relationship in a shippy way isn't valid or legitimate or interesting to do! Just that I dont think it was written with the writer knowingly going into things like "ohoho time to slyly queerbait the audience!" or something. I think Hannibal's creators were extremely deliberate with everything homoerotic that goes on between Will and Hannibal for example, but I think it happened a bit more unintentionally in Death Note originally.

- One of my friend is DN fan since 2008, and every time she watched (more than 100x) L's death, she still cried. And coping it with read L/Light fics, are you like that too?

Haha oh wow 100x! I'm not like that personally because I had L's death spoiled for me by a comment I saw on the very first episode of the anime, so I knew it was coming! I was still really upset about it of course, he IS my fave. But actually Light's death in the anime gets a stronger emotional reaction from me than L's. I think I only ever cried during Death Note at that part where Light is thinking about his younger innocent self while he's wounded and running away, something about it gets me every time... And yes, I definitely wanted to read a lot of fics to resolve all my messy feelings about the two of them afterwards!

- "L and Light are both ace and aromantic", do you agree?

I can see why people might see them that way, though it's not my personal headcanon for them! It's one of those things people can decide for themselves rather than something I think there is an objectively "correct" answer about, really.

- Until the end, does L figure out it was Light = Kira the whole time?

I'm not 100% sure if I'm understanding your question correctly. But I think L is always something like "PRETTY DARN SURE" Light is Kira, though he also knows he needs to have the concrete proof to back that certainty of his up. He DOES know it without a doubt once he actually has his heart attack and sees the look on Light's face in the manga, though! He thinks something like "I knew it! I wasn't wrong..." before his eyes close. Which in some way is maybe a small comfort, to know that he was able to solve this ultimate mystery for himself and know he was definitely correct about it before he died.

- If Mello and Near had worked together from the start, could Light have been captured more early?

A very good question! I unfortunately feel a bit too rusty on my successor arc plot stuff to know how to answer this one well, but I do think that Near and Mello made a very effective team whenever they collaborated, for sure.

- If Light were female, do you think L/Light ship will be more common?

I don't know if it would be more COMMON necessarily, but perhaps it would just have a slightly different sort of fanbase and legacy as a ship? I think a lot of people kinda like, and have always liked, how gay it is though? and I don't know if that really hurt the ship's popularity so much as maybe increased it even. But I'm definitely not an expert on this stuff or anything, hahaha

- Until now, have you found any couple (canon or non canon) from any media (books, tv series, movies, anime/manga, etc) that the dynamics remind you of L/Light?

Not exactly like it, no! It's quite unique to me in many ways. MAYBE the closest thing I can think of right now is NBC Hannibal, simply because of the unresolved tension and morbid dark humour and constant innuendo and cop/criminal investigative sort of stuff going on between them? But I think canon Hannigram was darker in some ways than I find canon Lawlight to be, and the parallels aren't exact by any means...

- "If Ryuk were an ikemen, than Light/Ryuk ship will be more popular than Light/L", do you agree?

Hahaha, I feel like it would be more popular as a ship than it currently is, but I'm not sure it would eclipse Lawlight! I feel it's hard to beat the antagonistic chemistry L and Light have simply due to how their roles are set up in the story as the detective and the criminal and whatnot.

- Do you prefer L as top or bottom or switch with Light? Why?

I prefer it when they take turns in fics and don't stick rigidly to one thing or the other! I think maybe because it seems realistic to me that they'd want to experiment that way with each other, and also because I just find it more interesting to read smut if they're doing stuff in a variety of ways.

- In what moments that you start ship Light with L?

I think I basically immediately felt a strong tension and chemistry between them. But I was introduced to things via the anime, and the rain scene definitely seemed extremely shippy to me and like "there's no way they weren't into each other" hahah. I think the rain scene was the main reason I went looking for shippy content about them afterwards. But I find that the manga is actually shippier to me than the anime sometimes, even though that rain scene isn't in it. Maybe because to me it feels a bit more like they're mentally and emotionally on the same page about things more often in the manga, and both seem pretty aware of the sly mind games they're playing with each other the whole time. And Light stays very fixated on and oddly reverent towards L after his death in the manga as well, which ultimately remains probably the shippiest thing about them in canon to me...

#ask #anon #p

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rocketyship · 7 months

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Hey, it's the anon who sent the really long ask and I'm sorry to say but i forgot what i was going to write about AM so I've put off sending another ask hoping I'd somehow remember 3am me's thoughts. That's obv not going to happen, though, so here's what i can scrounge up!

Your AM is in the very unique position of not only being non-human but also the only person BE openly has, let's say a... "dislike" for. There are ways he could relate to the humans of course (treated like a pet, not given any real self-determination etc) but it's experience is so different in so many other ways.(Naomi and AM were both "taken in" by BE while they were still.. idk young might not be the right word, but Naomi had time to grow up a bit before the whole thing while AM barely had time to realise that he's a person. Evan and AM are both seen as different from the others by BE, Evan for being a man and AM for not being one but Evan isn't dealt divine punishment for the whole trying to destroy humanity thing etc.)

Point is that AM as the narrator would be so fundementally different from the others, i think that's why i wanted to write about it. Narration from AM has the potential to be even clearer than Naomi's would be since there are things about BE she wouldn't show in front of the humans and things the humans just wouldn't be able to see in the same way(code AM might be privy to they couldn't interpret and such).

BE is also the reason AM can see, hear and feel so while he didn't have over a century to lament over not being able to (like the original AM did) that has to change so much, like you've already shown some of.

Oh and like you brought up in the post after my ask: there's no way traces of BE's code hasn't corrupted AM somehow! How would that change things? Does the corruption increase over time or would he just use that as an excuse for why he cares about these humans now? Would he even acknowledge that he has been "corrupted" or is he still too proud for that somewhere deep down? There's so much potential for character exploration!

The parallels between BE and the original AM is fun too! AM torturing it's humans to reinforce and remind itself of it's hatred for them and superiority over them vs BE torturing your AM as "divine retribution" for his sins and a way to remind herself of her job as her sheep's protector, her love for them as well as a reminder to both herself and your AM of her superiority over him.

Once again, hope you have a nice day!! It made me happy you've enjoyed my asks, and the explanation of the sanctuary was a nice bonus for the one before the last :)

This ended up really rambly, but i hope most of it is understandable and that my interpretations aren't like... completely different from what you were trying to portray. (Also, I'm used to referring to the original AM with it pronouns so i might mess up your AM's he from time to time, so here's a disclaimer that i dont do it on purpose)

You have a very good interpretation of my AM and it pleases me that my work my nonsensical posts came across the way I intended. One thing I have decided moving forward is that the story will be told in chapters or parts told from each characters perspective, with the exception of BE, as idk how to write the utterly bizarre way she thinks with it also being understandable to a reader.

But besides that I really like how you worded everything here, especially in pointing how BE is the counter part of the original AM. Truthfully the AM of this world is so different from the original, that I wouldn’t even describe him as the opposite of the og anymore. And you asked about how her code has corrupted him, and it definitely has become something that has gotten more prominent over time. In the beginning AM for sure had some of his pride and his og “hate-everything”ness, but overtime it has started to fizzle out, mostly as a survival tool priority, in the present time (109 years later) he struggles to recall exactly why he killed humanity in the first place, but still knows he did it as BE reminds him. He is also aware of his love for the humans coming from BE and often has crises if it’s own feelings or hers.

One thing about BE’s treatment of this AM (Who I might start calling Amy Idk), is that the body she gave him is very-very human like, as in it may or may not contain real human organs and bits of flesh, to really give him a warped “human” experience. So like the original AM, she has starved and dehydrated him for extensive periods of time, as well as the severe phycological and physical torture, yet she also doesn’t allow him to really “wonder” around. Although as stated before a bit ago his senses and nerves are hypersensitive, so he is generally very cautious about the stuff he gets up to. But one of the biggest differences between her and the OG AM, is how she has discovered to keep him in place. As in like what many real life abusers do, she kind of love-bombs him. As in she treats him nice sometimes, as it kind of “assures” him that he deserves this and if he behaves well then he can go upstairs and play with the humans. Not really helped that he has figured out that if he’s with the humans, BE doesn’t do anything (well she does it’s just more subtle), so that in of itself has definitely contributed to his love of the humans, finding safety with them, especially Evan who he has a particular interest in.

His body has contributed to him gaining things the og AM probably didn’t have cause of his circumstances, or at least a more tamer version. As you stated he is “young”, although I wouldn’t describe him as a child really, just kind of immature. Like he’s kind of goofy when his guard is down, if not clingy. His body is very sensitive, so while that does mean he experiences horrendous agony, it also goes the opposite way. So his odd cuddliness and enjoyment of warm things isn’t just me liking the idea of him in a pile of plushies I swear.

Anyhow I love your asks and everything, you se so cool. Thank you so so much. Hopefully you understood this ramble of mine like you did the others :D

#i have no mouth and i must scream #ihnmaims #am ihnmaims #ted ihnmaims #ihnmaimsloveau #alternate reality #harlan ellison #ellen ihnmaims #I have no mouth #ihnmaims love au #horror story #character discussion

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all-timepanic · 1 year

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I watched shazam fury of the gods yesterday and I have thoughts. It has bothered me all day so I need to leave this somewhere. So I guess here is my sort of review. But it is kinda rambly. Or something. Idk I just need to get it out. It also got a lot longer than I planned it to, sorry in advance.

Of course it wouldn't be as good as the first one. Sequels, especially from superhero movies, rarely are. (but maybe I'm just too much of an origin story fan for this as well) This sounds kinda negative, I know, but believe me, I liked this film. A lot, actually. But I'll probably leave out quite a few of the things I actually liked. The main focus is the "bad" stuff. Maybe someone agrees with some of these things. Maybe I'm just overthinking a fun, hero movie. Who knows.

It felt kind of... generic? I liked the first one for its humor. The characters were great, the villain seemed fun and they had fun with some superhero tropes. (+ i loved a lot of the way it was made, from the different shots, to the sets etc.,).

This one fell a little flat for me. Of course, it might be funnier once I get to watch it in english (I can only watch it in my native language here, sadly) but a lot of the jokes just felt like they are forcefully trying to reach the first one in levels of fun. (And don't get me wrong, I was laughing quite a bit as well, there were some HILARIOUS bits in there, but they didn't stick with me as much as some of the firsts ones, y'know?)

The plot kind of felt a bit more boring as well. Yeah, the entire "figuring out the new superpowers" isn't something you can repeat in a second movie, obviously. Instead it went with the kinda family/trust/fear of rejection angle which is nice. It is obviously something that effects Billy. I was excited to see this storyline followed through. But it kind of felt like the movie was just going through the motions? The movie obviously needed to go from point A to B to C but Billy's progression just felt very quick and forced. The speech from the wizard before the showdown didn't feel earned enough for me.

Like, plot angle they were going for was great. Of course everything Billy went through would change him and his behaviour. There is quite a lot of trauma there. And I know with the tone this movie has that is not something that will be unpacked completely. I just wish it was handled slightly differently? (I would have to think more about what bothered me about this, but it isn't handled the way I wish it would be considering it was the very first thing we heard about Billy in this film)

I also disliked how little we actually saw Billy as a teenager? I enjoy Zachary Levi's acting as much as the next person but let Asher Angel get at least some screentime? I don't know if it was because of scheduling or whatever but there were a lot of scenes where the characters didn't need to be in superhero form but they just sort of hung out in adult form.

And it is just a small moment but I still wanted to call it out, because stuff like this annoys me. When Pedro came out everyone answered that they already knew. I hate that. Yes, it was supposed to be a funny moment so of course it wasn't going to be a big, emotional thing and it doesn't need to be. But it always irks me when people "knew" beforehand. bc it always feels like they are saying "people always know before" or "don't feel proud of yourself for opening up, it's old news" (am I explaining this okay? It just diminishes it and if everyone already knows, why add this moment? Especially in this scene where no one would realistically bring the topic up?). Maybe it's not a big deal but imo it was not a good moment.

The biggest thing I hate though is the big, emotional death of a main character with a long scene of the character accepting their fate, grieving friends and family and a funeral (!) just for them to be revived without consequence? Not saying that this is the movie that needs to pull off such a dark twist but... why? It was a very nice emotional part of the movie but it ended up feeling cheap? Especially bc it felt like an excuse to push in a cameo last minute. (It was a nice callback to the fist ww scene, a sort of gotcha we actually have the actress here, but at what cost).

Like I said, I never expected Billy to die, he is THE title character after all and DC would never have the balls to do that. Especially in the 2. film. + they did push Freddy into a more active role, which I love, but especially Adam Brody wasn't built up in a way to take over the franchise, so I knew this would't happen. I was still disappointed. It always cheats the audience out of their emotions. We just wasted 10 minutes of emotional stakes just to be cheated out of the satisfying conclusion?

anyway, I also wanna mention a few things I liked before I leave:

Like I said, the humor was still nice. It felt familiar in a way. And the immaturity was what I expected and hoped for. It makes sense in this film + for the characters. I love the design of the lair. Of course they would bring a bunch of stupid stuff in there. It fit their personalities. (And making the wall in the back a climbing wall was fun, idk why but it was)

I loved Freddy. I liked his character in the first movie as well but I liked him even more here. He got a lot more stuff to do on his own, more screentime and more own struggles to deal with (there are a few things that aren't great but they aren't that big a problem for me)

The monster design was great. I am a sucker for greek mythology and for twists on well known creatures so this one kind of hit a soft spot for me. I liked the way the monsters looked, from the minotaurs to the harpies, and the unicorns were great. I like that they were the fearsome predator type animal in the bunch. and the dragon. I loved it so much. Yes, being made of wood IS sort of a design flaw but you cannot tell me that it didn't look epic. And the way the fear was incorporated into its abilities? Amazing (wish we could have seen more uses of it)

On a similar note the fight scenes were really fun. they played with a few nice ideas and incorporated the superpowers well. ( I especially thought Ana's power were nice to watch, although they weren't often used in direct conflict)

....so I guess that's it? Like I said in the beginning, I really enjoyed this movie but there were quite a few things that felt off, in a way? Maybe I'll feel differently after a rewatch but it just doesn't feel as comfortable as the first one, if that makes sense. It doesn't feel as tightly knit or as satisfying. It is still a fun movie to watch but idk. If anyone wants to discuss this feel free to reblog it and add on or whatever.

#shazam #shazam fury of the gods #shazam 2 #billy batson #I'm putting this on tumblr instead of a review page bc I don't wanna clean up this review xd

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managician-tls · 9 months

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Basketball at Dusk - Physical Experience 1 (5/10)

Featured characters: Botan, Protag-kun, Asuka, Renren, Himari

Location: Classroom

Botan: Oh? If it isn't the transfer student. Why are you all the way in the third year classrooms?

Hmm... So you got told that 'The student council president is wandering about somewhere, so I want you to look for her'.

Must've been the student council... Mitsuru sure knows how to order people around, doesn't she?

She's both in the student council and the track club, so it's only obvious she's learned to do it, though.

Oh, me? I was just about to head home.

Yeah. Since I'm bored anyway, it wouldn't hurt to help you look for her.

I'd like to get rewarded with some sweets in return... ♪

Mm. I'll be asking for sweets a little expensive, though.

I'll find her for sure, don't you worry... ♪

So then, do we have a deal?

Mm. Negotiation success ♪

First off, let's start looking around the third year classrooms.

Huh... I look like I'm having fun, you say?

Is that so...? I hadn't really noticed.

But I'm not a genius at looking for people.

I might be enjoying this because of that. It's more fun to do things you don't do regularly, don't you think?

Mm. Routinary things — they're boring.

Just like a quiz that you already know the answers to isn't interesting.

Well then, let's go through trial and error for this. It's while we're young that we're still allowed to do mistakes, after all.

Speaking of that.

It seems there was a time when Momochi-san went through trial and error, too, to become friends with the ball...?

She might be doing basketball practice right now.

That sounds like fun. Maybe, just as she keeps failing over and over, she'll experience some growth... ♪

Asuka: HYAAAAAAAAAAH———!

Hissatsu technique! I don't really know what I'm doing, but it's a mix of my basketball and my Momocchi Dive!

Momocchi Combination!

Renren: To have perfected your own, original technique in such a short time — how impressive, ya!

But I won't lose, de! Whooacchoo!

This is my special technique-ya!

Asuka: W-WHAAAAAAT—! She broke through my Momocchi Combination so easily!

Renren: Ufufu... I'm sorry for you, ya! This is the legacy of China's history, passed down for four thousand years...!

I won't lose to a greenhorn like you, ma!

Himari: ...Have you two had enough yet?

I couldn't keep up with y'all's kooky shenanigans at all, so I went take a naaap...

Are you all set, Mochimochi?

Asuka: Hm? Set for what?

Himari: Komatsu Botan's feelings — do you understand them now?

Asuka: I've already got them down perfectly!

Komacchi-senpai overcame the fear in her heart by helping out various clubs!

You've got my whole respect, Komacchi-senpai~

Himari: So then, are we done here? I forgot I've got student council work to do...

'With this, problem solved!' ...Can I say that and go?

Asuka: Eeeeh—! Since you're already here, I'd like to hang out together a little longer!

Right now, I'm sure I'd even be able to land a dunk shot!

So! I want you to see the fruits of my labour~ ♪

Renren: Ooh! Are you going to show off that "Momocchi Combination" from earlier on a basketball court, ma?

If that's the case, I can't miss out on it, ba?

Asuka: Today's basketball practice isn't being held on the gym, though, it's outdoors!

Could we use the president's authority to get inside? Please~ ♪

Himari: T-That's absolutely a no go! That'd be a massive abuse of my authorityyy!

I have lots of people keeping an eye on me, y'know!

If I exercised my power here, I'd get dirty looks thrown my way for suuure!

Asuka: Can't you do something about it? Just five minutes would be enough, please~ ♪

Himari: Hey, stop pulling on me! You're straining my arm! It's no good if you take me away by forceee!

Fine, I-I get it, I've got it! I can walk on my own just fine, thank you very much! And I'll look over you!

Asuka: Yaaay~ ♪ It's a promise then~, student council president ♪

Himari: Geez. What am I gonna do with youuu?

You've gotta make sure to let Botan know all about this later, got it?

What's up with her anyway, leaving behind a junior who so clearly admires her...

◀ Chapter 4 • all • Chapter 6 ▶

#engirls #engirls translation #botan komatsu #asuka momochi #renren ryusenji #himari tsurumi #*engirls: sub story #*engirls-writer: kino seitaro #*engirls-sub: basketball at dusk #*date: 2023 #this was such a spokon-like chapter... i love it they're so silly

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Dream I had that feel like I shifted pt.1/?

Disclaimer: I know little to nothing about shifting, I never tried to shift before and I don't think I will try it in the near future but sometimes I have such vivid dreams about something and somehow when I tell my friend about it they are like "dude that sounds like shifting the hell?!" So, this morning I had another of those dream and thought why not making a serie where I share those moments? And here I am.

ATTENTION PLEASE THIS CONTAINS A SPOILER OF SEASON THREE OF CHICAGO FIRE SO IF YOU ARE WATCHING THE SHOW AND YOU HAVEN'T WATCH SEASON 3 PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS ONE BUT COME BACK WHEN YOU WATCHED IT IF YOU WANT. REALLY DON'T READ THIS ONE, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED IF YOU SPOIL YOURSELF SOMETHING BECAUSE YOU READ THIS IT ISN'T MY FAULT I WILL NOT TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR THAT SO BE CAREFUL.

If you don't care and want to spoil yourself the 3x01 of the show do it but again don't come at me with "why did you spoiled me this?" because as I stated before IT IS NOT MY FAULT but yours entirly, now let's get into the dream/shifting moment

Episode 1: Big Brother Kelly Severide

I was minding my business in front of the Fire Station 51 waiting for Kelly, the man needed some sense slapped into him and today was that day. No one was able to bring him back to reality since Shay's death so Herman and the rest of the fire house came to me for some help.

I checked the time hoping the end of Kelly's shift was coming soon enought for me to have the time to talk to him and then go carry on with my original plan, when a car sprints to me almost hitting me. My fisrt reaction? Shock, what the fuck was happening? Who on earth would hit me out of the blue? Then when I saw Hermann getting of the car I wished nothing but to scream at him.

-I know, I'm sorry. Hop on we have to go.- he tells me and looking inside the car I see there is no space for me. -Oh come on, is not like the police is gonna stop me. Get in.-

-Herman you called it. If the police stops us you need to give me 100$ or let me drink for free for an entire month.- he rolls his eyes and agrees to the little bet. Once in the car I greet Cindy and the kids and then we drive off of somewhere anonimous to me.

During the whole drive I get lost looking outside the window, noticing a very amazing but unfamiliar scenery. The tall trees and all that greenary getting all my attention until we stop and Hermann basically screams at us to get off.

-Cindy one of this days he is gonna loose his voice and we all can be blassed.-she laughes and follows the direction her husband just gave us, and so I did as well.

The firefighter points at an entrance telling me to go in first and once I'm in I see Boden playing chess or something of that sort, I can't really tell since other firefighters are hiding my visual to their game.

-Hello guys.-I say getting the men attention and when the Chief of the 51 sees me his eyes sparkle and his smile is so big that I thought I never saw him smiling that much.

-Oh my God, what are you doing here?- he asked me after giving me a bone cracking hug.

-You know, I was walking by and decided to pay you a visit.- I joked making averyone in the room laughing a little bit. Me and Boden strated talking about nothing in particular to be honest, just some small talks that's it, until Hermann came as well and told me to go and talk with Kelly, who was in the room next door.

-Listen talk to him about everything but keep Shay out the conversation. I just did and it was horrible.- I salute him responding with a mocking "got it sir".

Entering the room I see the man I consider my big brother being someone I never saw before since I meet him, he looks kinda pathetic but I understand he just lost his best friend. I make him notice I'm there as well and when he turns around his face is picturing something completely different from what I imagined but something inside me knew the reason why he was doing that: keep me away from comforting him.

-Why are you here?-he asked confused but happy or so I hope to see me

-I think you are deaf I just explained this to Boden.- I started joking. -I was just passing by- I repeated and he laughed as well what a nice occurance after the incident. -Now what were you doing here all alone?-

-You know same old things. Ehy look what I found?.- he shows me a cassette and I know is a video he and Shay made when they went to live together. My first thought was to tell him to avoid to see it now but honestly? Now was better than later.

-Show me.- I say, he grabs my hand and makes me take a seat on the couch while he inserts the cassette and then gets under the blanket next to me. -Ehy, before you press play I have something to tell you. I hope you know Shay wouldn't like how you are dealing with it, am I right?- he just nodds and press play.

Watching that tape with him was funny and a little bit healing for the man and I'm happy for him. He nedded that and I think me being with him during this process was what he nedded as well.

-I know, about you said before. You are right but I don't know if I can do this alone.-

-You have Casey, your man and everyone at 51. You also have me to relay on so don't worry, you are not alone.-

#chicago fire #kelly severide #hermann christopher #wallace boden #firehouse 51 #shifting or dreaming?!#chicago fire imagine #kelly severide imagine #kelly severide x kinda oc?#is confusing for me too shush #short but cute #short but sweet

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Somwhere in Italy chapter 2

Tsunayoshi/Reader

Rated M

link to part 1: Somewhere in Italy

Summary: You live in a small town in Italy, curious about the rumors of the mansion in the woods. You find yourself in the midst of the mafia

I sat at the fountain, staring up into the sky as the clouds rolled through. I felt like the rain was already coming down. It had already been a few days since I last saw Tsuna. The thought of him sent a strange ping through my chest. 'Did I really miss him that much?'

It hadn't occurred to me how much I was going to miss him. It had only been a few short hours that we talked, but it didn't mean he didn't capture my attention. I closed my journal with a sigh, still unable to get any writing done.

The rush of the fountain water behind me became apparent as I took in the crowded streets. I listened to the tumble and roar of the water. It was nice, writing in such a beautiful area. I leaned back and let my fingers dip under the flowing waterfall. The weight of the water felt nice as it mixed with the cool of it. I smiled and ran my hand back and forth, just letting it flow over my fingers, when something caught my ears.

"Tsuna? Tsuna!" I could hear a man yelling for him over the crowd. I turned back to search for the origin of the shout, when a tall man stuck out in the crowd. He was certainly tall, with broad shoulders and messy, short black hair. I watched him approach, as I saw something peculiar. His face was young, but an old scar marked his chin. He looked rather concerned, his eyebrows creased. He was wearing some jeans, and what looked like a school shirt.

"You're looking for Tsuna?" I spoke out to him, standing up. I realized my hand was still wet from the fountain and ungraciously, dried my hand on my clothes. This caught the man's attention. He turned to face me when I was taken back. His brown eyes were soft, but sharp. He was gorgeous. "Yeah, are you friends with him?"

"I… I wouldn't say we're friends, but I know him. We had some coffee together, is something wrong? Is he hurt?" I watched the taller man step closer; his hands were in his pockets. "No, he isn't hurt. I'm Yamamoto Takeshi. I'm his best friend." He stuck out his hand, smiling. His smile practically took up his whole face, eyes closed and cheeks wide. I glanced at his hand before slowly taking it. I nodded my head to him, shaking his hand. I introduced myself as I let go of his firm handshake. His hand was callous. "May I ask why you're looking for him? Could I help?"

Yamamoto tucked his hand away, looking unsure of what to say. "We were just planning on meeting up to study with a few of our other friends. If you see him, could you tell him to give me a call? Gokudera isn't very happy right now." I could only guess Gokudera was another friend of his. "Right of course, I can text him. How long have you known Tsuna?" I turned around and gathered my things.

I felt like I could feel Yamamoto's gaze on me. "Since middle school. We've been inseparable." He smiled again; his tone cheerful. "I owe him my life." I turned back to him, rather curious by the last part. "Oh, did you…move here with him?"

The raven-haired gentleman nodded as he checked his watch. "Yeah, he was expecting to move abroad and the rest of us felt it best to come with him." His eyebrow raised at the time. "Sorry, I would love to stay and chat some more, but I gotta get going. I'll catch you later!" He waved his good-bye with his charming smile and jogged off into the crowd.

I uselessly waved as I watched him disappear into the crowd. I turned around to gather my things when I heard the thunder rumble above. ‘Great, it would be my luck.' I wasn't opposed to the rain, in fact, I enjoyed it, but I didn't want to be caught in it. I looked around before realizing I had forgotten my umbrella. I groaned and felt the rain starting to come down.

It pelted against my skin and soaked right through my clothes. I held up my books to try and protect my head as I attempted to retreat to safety when the rain stopped. No, rather it stopped falling on me. I felt a warm body press close as I stared out at the pouring rain. My eyes widened as the world seemed to slow. I turned to see Tsuna, with a sweet smile. He held a black umbrella above our heads, his own brown locks rather drenched. "Hey. Sorry, you looked like you were getting pretty soaked out here."

I was at a loss for words as my heart pounded in my chest. My throat was dry as he was so close. I could smell his cologne. It was wonderful, an amber with oranges and lemons. I could feel my heart skip a beat. I wanted to bask in the smell of him. The rain came to a stop in the moment. In a heart’s beat of time, I could see each drop of the rain fall around us before I centered my focus on the taller man before me. My cheeks burned at our proximity and his rather shy smile. “I- Uh, thank you. Didn’t know it was going to rain.” Tsuna’s brown eyes looked up from me and looked over my head as if he were looking for someone else. His expression turning unnaturally serious for such a kind face. “Oh, your friend, Yamamoto was looking for you, asked me to let you know.” I was watching him, feeling like an outsider at his distant expression. “Is everything okay?”

Tsuna stirred from his gaze, meeting my eyes once more. He smiled albeit, it looked forced. He let out a breath, shaking his head. "Yeah, everything is fine... Promised Yamamoto I would hang out with him. I'll text him later." I got the suspicious feeling I wasn't getting the full story, but I didn't know if I should press it or not. "Right. Of course, you know if you need anything you can come to me." Tsuna's smile turned gentler; his brown eyes were soft. "Yeah, I'll definitely keep that in mind. Let me walk you home."

The rain around us became distant as we walked. I clutched my things in silence, not wanting to break the moment. It felt unreal, strolling in the rain with practically a handsome stranger. I nudged his side, looking at him with a smile. "Thank you... You didn't have to do this." Tsunayoshi was strange. He seemed so tall and mysterious, but at that moment, he blushed. His face turned red as he looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. It was adorable how embarrassed he was. "It's nothing really. Besides, we wouldn't want your schoolbooks getting wet." He mustered an awkward laugh. The brunette kept his gaze averted. I giggled when I felt my shoulder getting wet. I noticed that in his embarrassment, the umbrella tilted towards himself. Without thinking, I pressed in close to him to get away from the rain.

I heard an odd noise that sounded strangled, when I looked up to Tsuna and realized I was so close. His eyes were wide, trying to clear his throat, before looking at me. I could see his eyes shift to my wet shoulder, and I could tell he was wanting to curl up and die. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to- Ah… Sorry!" He quickly adjusted the umbrella back, as I stepped away from him. I could feel my own face beat red and warm. I quickly averted my own gaze, clutching my books close to my chest. "Oh, no worries! Don't even worry about it."

Eventually, we made it to my house. I stepped under the tiled roof, turning to Tsuna. My heart skipped a beat. There he stood in the rain, under an umbrella. His hair was a bit wet and eyes wide like a curious puppy. The rain once again faded into the background as time stood still. Meeting his beautiful eyes felt like the earth slowed to a stop. The world pauses around us, at his command. The blood rushed to my ears as I managed to recollect myself, waving to him with a smile. "I'll text you. Thank you." Before I let him respond, I quickly entered the house.

My heart was racing. I put my books on the table as my mind reeled. The smell of the rain and his cologne. Being pressed against his firm side, his wonderfully, bashful smile. I dragged my hands down my face. "What am I doing? I don't even know him." I took a seat at the table, in awe. I tried to calm myself, taking deep breaths. I felt giddy, like the butterflies in my stomach were restless. My cheeks were still burning. A voice then stirred me from my thoughts.

“Everything okay? Did you forget your umbrella again?” Marcell came down the steps, wiping his hands off. I turned, unsure if I wanted to tell my roommate about Tsuna. “Uh, yeah. I did. I ran home. Actually, I’m feeling pretty cold. I’m going to get changed.” I gathered my stuff and started to pass by Marcell when he stopped me by the elbow. “Y/N, I know you’ve only been here for a few months. I’m confident you can handle yourself, but… don’t go anywhere near those fires at the estate. Just to be safe. Don’t get involved with anyone from that family. They’re nothing, but trouble.”

His words caught me off guard. Marcell was normally a welcoming, and friendly person. He was the only one around who wanted to take on my sponsorship for abroad studies. I stopped on the step just before the bigger man. The butterflies quieted as it felt the air turn serious. “Marcell, I’ve been here for 6 months, and you’ve never said a word about the estate.” I watched him. His expression was unreadable, like he was hiding a bad memory. “You know something don’t you? You know what those fires are…” I spoke, albeit with hesitation. Marcell met my gaze, taking a deep breath. “ I don’t want you getting hurt. Please, just steer clear. That family has a long and bloody past.” He started down the stairs. “I’m running out for more supplies. I’ll be home later.”

It struck me as odd. When I thought about it, no one in the village ever mentioned the estate beyond the woman coming to warn us about the fires. Marcell’s warning set me on edge. It was peculiar timing. The days I meet two strangers from out of town is when he decides to warn me of something I never felt was a concern. Could Marcell believe Tsuna and Yamamoto had something to do with the Vongola family?

I shook my head of the idea as I proceeded up to my room. To my knowledge, Marcell didn’t know Tsuna. Although, it would be naïve to assume he wouldn’t have a way of knowing him. I got changed into more comfortable, dry clothes and determined I should eat.

Hot breaths mingled together, a desperate need pulling taught against the heated moment. I was dizzy, lost in the embrace of the man laying over me. I could barely register the fist clenching the sheets as pleasure washed over me. A moan was caught in my throat, scratching to get out. My hands traced the frame of such a firm body. Brown locks shadowed my vision. He lowered himself to me, pressing our chests flush. With each thrust, my core tightened. The pleasure coiling like a snake, until it would eventually strike.

His heavy moans were low in my ear. He spoke, but I heard no words. I could see his smile. Such a beautiful smile with red cheeks and the rise and fall of his chest. I threw my head back at a delicious thrust, finally letting out a long moan. It was pitched and full of gasps, desperately trying to catch my breath. My nails dug into his shoulder, dragging down his back as I squeezed so tightly around his length. The coiled snake finally pounced. Ecstasy washed over me, feeling the sweat cool over my skin. Every goosebump raised as I pressed against my lover. His name was on my lips. My mouth left agape before he captured my lips with his. My eyes fluttered shut, melting against his wonderfully kiss. The fist that gripped the sheets, slipped to my waist. I gasped, sensitive to touch as my back arched into him. His arm wrapping under my waist, lifting me up.

He sat on his haunches, thrusting into me with numerous moans. He held me to his chest, smiling up at me. Brown eyes filled with adoration and lust. My arms wrapping around his shoulders, trapping him in. His name was on the tip on my tongue, needing so to call out to him. His mouth moved again to speak, but I could not hear a word. Right as I whispered his name, I felt as if I was pulled back from a void.

My eyes shot open in bed, panting heavily. I could feel my core heated and wet, wanting, and needy. I sat up trying to catch my breath, gripping my blankets with wide eyes. My chest was heaving as I frantically tried to remember every moment of such a wonderful dream. I fought against the smile on my lips, as I moved out of bed for fresh air. I crossed my bedroom to the window when I paused. There was a large explosion. Was it an explosion? A rumble shook the house around, with a loud boom. I opened my window with wide eyes. In the distance roared a large plume of black smoke. It was haunting. The woman hadn’t come to the village with her warning. This rising smoke that engulfed the sky made my blood run cold, all memories of my dream were quickly swept away.

In the distance, my eyes caught something. There was that streak of orange light illuminating against the dark fume except there was something else close behind. It began as a large, glowing illumination amidst the clouds before a roar of an explosion fired off like thunder. It then streaked after the trail as if chasing it. Fear prickled at the back of my neck as I gripped my windowsill. The two trails moved so fluidly it was impossible to determine what they could possibly be. Were these aftermaths of the fires or the cause?

My eyes lowered to the horizon of the smoke, knowing exactly where it led to. The Vongola Estates… I took a deep breath and threw on my coat and slippers. I headed outside, a terrible feeling tugging at my gut. On the streets, I couldn’t see any of the light of the fires as the surrounding hills obfuscated the roads that led to the estate. The cobblestones beneath my feet were still wet from the rain. I hugged the coat closer around me, as I looked around for anyone else out so late at night. No one. There was no one out as if they were all used to it. I had only witnessed three of these fires. Around a month after I arrived, the one a few nights ago, and this one. It was strange for fires to be this close. I kept down the cobbled path until I reached the fountain in town square.

Another loud explosion made me cower, holding my ears as I looked around desperately for its source. I could barely make out the gentle rush of the fountain water. My heart was pounding as more explosions drew closer. I braved a look to the sky when I saw the orange trail just above the town. I could see a vibrant orb of flames where the trail ended. Fire? All the way up there. BOOM! The sound made the ground shake as the orbs traveled down. I watched helplessly as a figure came into view, breaking from the black clouds in the sky. Fire resonated at their hands and their head. It was too dark to make anything out. They fell from the sky, the fire at their hands flickering.

I watched in horror as they crashed into the water of the fountain. The water splashing over the side as they moved about. I was frozen, caught between running back home and checking to see if the person in the fountain were okay. Another dark figure fell from the clouds. My ears went deaf, blood rushing to my head made me dizzy. The explosion nearly knocking me off my feet. The other figure had raised a gun, shooting directly at the fountain. I ducked under my arms, as marble and stone exploded, splashing water everywhere. I fought the rising scream in my throat, tears threatening to spill. I stumbled back, my slippers scrapping the cobblestone, turning the tall figure’s attention to me.

The figure began to approach but stopped as the smoke at the fountain slowly cleared. The figure with the fiery hands was revealed to be standing, albeit slouched as they had taken the brunt of the impact. I could make out that it was a man, messy hair whipping around in the wind of the explosion. Fire rested so delicately upon his head, defying all gravity. It illuminated his hair and his eyes in the dark of the night. Brown locks, and stark, serious, orange eyes. His gaze pierced the air, as if all seeing. He stared at his assailant, ready to speak, when his opponent took another shot at him. His reflexes were unimaginable, dodging out of the way as if he were flying, fire trailing in his wake.

I put my hands over my mouth, hoping to remain quiet as I watched these two people fight. A cruel laugh resonated through the town from the unknown assailant. His voice was resonant, and arrogant. “I knew it was a fluke. You’re still the pathetic piece of shit you were back then. Refusing to fight me is only going to piss me off.” The assailant turned his gaze onto me. Ice seeped throughout my body at his unyielding, murderous presence. “That soft-heart of yours makes you weak.�� He aimed his gun at me. I could hear the shot go off, the gleam of the blast highlighting the streets around us and the broken fountain. But the shot never hit. The wind was knocked from me as I felt my feet leave the ground. Arms wrapped around my shoulders, pressed against a strong body. My vision was blocked by my rescuer’s shoulders. I could feel heat resonating from him. I dared a glance up at the flame upon his head. I couldn’t make out much of his features before we landed a safe way from the attacker. My savior leaned in close to my ear. His voice was soft, yet stern. It seemed so familiar, but it was lower. The blood pounded in my head, rushing to my ears. “When I let you go, run. As fast as you can back home.” My voice was caught in my throat as I slowly nodded.

Over my savior’s shoulder, I could see the approaching assailant. Despite his words, my hands gripped his clothes, a black button up shirt. I didn’t want to let go. I felt safe. I quickly dropped my gaze and buried my face into his shoulder. My breath hitching as I felt a hand on top of my head, patting it slowly. “Go.” With a single word, he let go. In the blink of an eye, he swung his arm out, slashing the air with a fiery fist. It created a cloud of light and smoke as I listened to him.

I didn’t think I could ever run so fast in my life as had in that moment. I didn’t look back despite the roar of more gunshots. I ran into the house, panting. I slammed the door shut beside me, locking it. I laid my head against the door, trying to make sense of everything I had just seen. Was it really possible for people to wield fire like that? I pushed off the door, checking around the empty house in case I had accidentally woke up Marcell. After a few moments, I went back to my bedroom. I looked out the window. I didn’t have a good view of the town square. The fire in the distance still roared, but I saw no signs of the two men in the sky. As time slowly passed, I eventually calmed down and resigned myself to bed.

It was quiet for the next few days. The aftermath of the fountain drew the village’s attention. They cleaned up the mess as if it never happened. I had heard from Marcell that the mayor was heading to the estate to inquire about the fountain and money for the repair. Marcell joked that the fountain was old anyway and needed to be touched up. After my day at school, and stepping off the train, I headed for the café. It was strange not seeing the fountain there anymore. Admittedly, my mind was far too distracted. I could only speculate about that night. I wrote down everything I remembered, trying to figure out who those two were. As I attempted to do my homework, I heard the doorbell ring. I didn’t bother looking up until one of them spoke. One that sounded familiar. I finally stole a glance to see Yamamoto ordering with his usual, casual smile. Beside him was a shorter guy, although just as young. He had silver hair, and an unimpressed expression. His clothes were very well-kept, except they reflected the look of a punk. He fiddled with a cigarette in his hand, keeping his voice low as he spoke to Yamamoto. I leaned in to try and catch their conversation.

“I’m going to kill him. This is the last damn time, before I get involved. I’m only standing still because the boss said so.” Yamamoto laughed at the silver-haired man’s words as he paid. He turned his attention to him. “I have complete faith in T-“ He stopped mid-sentence. His attentive brown eyes met my gaze. My eyes widened as I realized I had been caught eavesdropping. I quickly returned my attention to my books, hoping he didn’t see me. Soon, both of them approached my table. I heard a tsk from one, as I glanced up. “Hey, y/n. It’s been a couple of days. Sorry, I ran out on you like that. I was super busy. I also managed to get ahold of Tsuna.” Yamamoto was definitely as cheerful as ever as he took his seat before me. “Oh, yeah. I’m glad you could. Don’t even worry about it.” It fell silent. I squirmed, feeling the silver-haired man’s eyes on me. “Um, who’s your friend?”

Yamamoto nudged the other guy. “Oh, this is Gokudera. He’s really nice underneath the scowl. I promise he doesn’t bite.” He laughed. Gokudera uncourteously dropped his bag on the table and took his seat with a tsk. He regarded me with a cold gaze. “It’s nice to meet you, Gokudera.” I was undecided as to offer him my hand or not. “That remains to be seen.” Yamamoto looked rather awkward, exhaling deeply before looking out the window. “Its weird seeing the fountain is gone. Wonder how it got destroyed. I heard some town’s folk saying it was blown up.” This drew my attention to the outside. Do I tell them what I had seen? No, certainly not. These were just another two strangers that I didn’t know. “I know the mayor was heading up to the estate to ask for money.”

Gokudera leaned in close with an observant gaze. “How much do you know about the Vongola family?” He placed the cigarette he had been holding precariously on his lips. I felt like I was being interrogated. “I…I…Not much? I don’t really know anything. I hear a bunch of mixed stories about the mansion. Why?” Gokudera seemed unsure if he liked my answer or not. “What kind of stories? Like they’re apart of the mafia or something?” The mood shifted where it felt like he was teasing me, as if he knew something I didn’t. I readjusted in my seat. “I mean, yeah. I heard a few people say something like that. Why? Is it true?” Yamamoto laughed, breaking the tension of the moment. “Always with these silly games. Even in middle school, they always liked talking about the mafia. Don’t worry about it. I’m guessing its because the Vongola probably help with the town’s money.” He leaned on his hand, resting his elbow on the table. “Busy with college? Gokudera is also with Tsuna and I abroad.”

The doorbell rang once more. I looked up to see Tsuna had entered. Although, he was digging through his bag, sounding rather panicked as if he lost something. Gokudera got up without a word and approached the brunette. Yamamoto simply gave me a sweet smile. “That’s our cue. I hope we can catch up later, maybe do something fun like a movie.” Yamamoto got up and followed Gokudera. Tsuna smiled at them, talking to Gokudera when his eyes fell on me. His smile faltered for a moment, looking as if he wanted to say something before Yamamoto pulled away his attention. They grabbed their order and left. I was left speechless, turning to watch them out the window. I could see Tsuna’s head tilt back as if he were trying to look back to the café. My heart was pounding at seeing him again, but disappointment took over. I returned to my studies, feeling unnaturally dejected.

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4, 6, 8, 9, 17, 18, 19 (Warren Witches or the Coop/Phoebe rival to lovers fic), 23, and 24! I love ask games and always ask too many at once, sorry 😂

4: Tell me about one of your abandoned WIPs. Why did you abandon it?

I had started a um a Penny/Allen origin fic that involved Penny moving to San Francisco for the first time staying with her aunt bowen there was a familiar there a little cat but it just. i never really got around to it. there was also the phoebe's source baby fic but i'm honestly spoiler alert just gonna loop that in with my calling cupid one idk if that one's gonna be a dency origin story or if i'm going for a new source kids bc idk the source's heir?? what a fun little lad!

6: What are some topics you will never write about?

i mean like. i feel like the obvious one is incest bugs / honestly scares the everloving shit outta me how many chris/wyatt fics are there esp considering how few next gen fics are out there beyond that i don't really know ig i won't know where the line is til i find it but like. what the fuck is wrong with y'all wyatt/chris freaks lmao. y'all are bad people.

8: How do you develop your OCs?

god isn't that a great question. they possess me. but no fr a lot of them come from like. the notion of the bit. like. what would be funniest. like with warren and sheridan i mean they literally came about as a joke like lmao wouldn't it be funny if prue and jack had twins. and then i had a previous idea of the next gen kids world jumping and landing in a parallel universe where p3 still existed and they're like okay where are we gonna find the witches we need to find and then parker just points to a poster for a band called the w!tches like call it a hunch but. and i'm like i should use that. and then i said okay which name is less punk rock and i'm like no the idea of warren being in a rock band too cool it must be sheridan. and then i needed a band i specifically remembering calling my buddy rose who edits all my stuff and i formed the band with them on the line rose actually drew them as i spoke that drawing might still exist somewhere. and then for warren he needed to be not sheridan so initially i was thinking hotel management bc my mom almost majored in that and lets be honest its not very punk rock but i wasn't sold on it but then it's like. okay well i also have mentally illness so goes it. and so like sheridan you know. has a death wish. he's not gonna kill himself bc that's gonna depress everyone too much but he can't wait to die he needs to go down fighting so people can be like wow sheridan so brave gone too soon and then you don't have to worry about your future or getting better because your dead. #lifehack. btw if you think like this deadass you need to be in therapy. but. great character motivation. so if sheridan wants to die, warren should want to live. sheridan's got his plan he's gonna be in a punk rock band and then die young. warren wants to grow old but he doesn't know. what he's going to do. he studies history to better know the craft. he's going to get a graduate degree in it to better know the craft. (lie. he's getting a graduate degree because he's terrifies to move forward, to actually live his life. sheridan lives because he believes he's going to die tomorrow. warren doesn't. his actions have consequences, how is he going to move forward? so rather than attempt to do that, he stays in academia, he stays in stasis, because then he doesn't actually have to face his future.) so yeah. foils. lots of foils. if a is this, then b should be that in contrast. basically everything is formed out of relationships. parental, fraternal, plantonic, romantic, like. that's the meat of it. that and whatever's funniest.

9: Are there any fics you’d love to see but don’t want to write yourself? What are they?

that's a good question. i'm so bad at actually writing things. i really want to also do my prandy kids and the magical morrises and honestly shane and abel since one anon brought them back up I Love next gen kids but beyond that i'd love to see more phoebe/coop fics and paige/henry fics and also honestly phoebe/leslie and prue/jack and like more wildcard piper/kyle obvi lol paige/jinny. it's just. there's so much i Want to write but like. won't lol. i want to. but. know theyself. i probably won't.

17: What has been the proudest moment for you so far since you started writing?

idk man i'm really proud of how far i've made it in my next gen fic and honestly warren and sheridan too love those boys they appear in my dreams a lot. and it's like. this shit it's like almost at the length of a novel you know? and i'm just. i used to write a shitton as a kid i was never able to finish anything tho but with these i've made it so far and i feel like i've come so close and it's genuinely stuff that i personally enjoy reading and it's just. i went through a really long phase when you know #itsmentolillnussluv and i couldn't write so to be back adn to have these characters that live within me i just. isk it makes me happy.

18: Do you feel like your work gets enough recognition? What kind of feedback do you like to receive?

i mean. "recognition??" like probably. but i don't think it really gets seen as much as i would like it too bc you know. it's so niche. idk i do kinda wanna someday publish these stories you know w&s and dency and stuff bc i just. i like sharing stories. i like when people like my stories when they like my characters bc they're my little buddies it's like when you throw a party that overlaps your social circles and it goes really well and you just glow a little because everyone likes each other like <3. but no i love love love love love receiving comments on my work or when people are like can i use your characters in fics like omg that always means so much to me lol like i always try to make my stories you know stories that people can sit in that like. you know. like um wrap yourself in a blanket all cozy like or use that like as like a blanket fort with little fairy lights something fun and sweet and safe and like. idk. you know?

19: 15 words to describe the aesthetic of [insert fic].

lipstick stains on cheeks, rosy perfume, dizziness, soft lights, looking away when you laugh, love

23: What’s one piece of advice you would give to anyone who wants to start writing or posting their writing online?

just like. like it. like what you’re writing. and if you don’t like it. ditch it! write something you look forward to writing, something you wanna talk about, something that you like daydream about what you’re gonna do next with. like. bc it’s free man, aint nobody paying you to do this. so just do what you want to do. unless its writing incest fic. then you should just shut the fuck up and reflect.

24: Which fic of yours do you wish people would ask about more? Why?

idk all of them lol i Love to talk <3

#!!!!!!!!#thank u for sending in questions i loved answering these <33333333 #💌

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