#in love so. it's not complete nonsense (it likely is). i wonder what happened to the rest of the crew. alfonzo is gonzo's descendant and
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How do I love Thee?
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Wonka being embarrassed and thinking you'll leave him if you find out he can't read. Angst to fluff pleeasee
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Something sweet with Wonka please
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Description: Mr. Wonka is a wonderful chef that you can't help but fall in love with until he starts to avoid you and you wonder if only you are in love.
A/N: Hey. I had fun writing this. I love love writing with Wonka. As always my Wonka takes place in the 20-50s so they often speak a bit strange I'm not sure. haha. I am nervous about workshop today, so I wanted to post this before class. They gave me Jack and Rose vibes so I added that picture don't worry they don't die.
Warning: Angst to fluff. Adorable couple. In love. First love. Jealous suitor. InsecureWonka. Kissing. Takes place before the events of the film. Unedited.
“Excuse me, chief. Do you happen to know which one of these doesn’t have cheese in it?” You asked the chef on the boat that was facing away from you.
Wonka smiled turning around only to gasp when he made eye contact with you. His eyes widened and his face flushed brightly. You were beautiful, the most beautiful person in the world and he felt his hands grow sweaty.
“Umm. Without cheese, you say, miss,” he said wiping his hands on his pants.
You smiled sweetly at him nodding. “Yes, my grandfather can’t have cheese, but he is in love with your cooking,” you said with a laugh.
“Hold on just one second please,” he said, walking back into the kitchen area; but he froze when he looked at the two containers and the labels. He bit his lip and had no idea what they said. He glanced back out of the kitchen into the area where you still stood. You made eye contact with you again, smiling widely and he felt his heart beat faster.
With no other option, he decided to just remake the dish without cheese for you. Well for your grandfather. He was doing this because he wanted one of his shipmates to have something yummy to eat for breakfast. That’s all, nothing more. It has nothing to do with his pounding heart.
“Here you go, miss. I made a fresh serving without cheese for your grandfather. You can never be too safe,” he said with a chuckle.
“Oh, you didn’t have to do that for us,” you said, grabbing the plate from him.
“Nonsense. I wouldn’t be a very good chef if I didn’t take care of everyone,” Wonka said.
“Well, you are very sweet, Mr. Wonka. Thank you very much,” you said. You were adorable and it would be a lie to say it was just your grandfather’s food that had you coming over to him. You thought he was lovely and wanted to have an excuse to see him. “I will let you know what he thinks,” you said, before telling him your name.
“I will look forward to seeing you again…Umm, for your grandfather’s review,” he said blushing.
You laughed and felt your cheeks heat up. “I look forward to seeing you again as well.”
After your first meeting with the chef, you saw him around a lot more. He always made sure you and your grandfather’s food was perfect and was more than happy to walk you back to your room each night. To say you were smitten would be an understatement. The feeling was definitely mutual. Wonka was completely flustered around you. He could barely speak, and his hands were always sweaty. He didn’t want to say he was in love, but he was in love. You spent almost every day together that you could for the last 3 weeks.
Tonight, you two were taking a walk around the ship. With your arms linked together you both stopped at the rails and took in the night sky. You were cold and Willy quickly took off his coat and wrapped it around you.
“Oh, thank you, Willy,” you smiled hiding in his jacket a bit to hide your flaming cheeks. “Won’t you get cold, though?” You asked.
“No, I will be okay. I quite like the cold,” he said softly.
You nodded but still moved closer to him. “Shall we still share? Just to make sure.”
“Oh. Yes. Yes. I-I.. umm yes that be great.” Moving closer to you, he wrapped his arm around your waist and snuggled closer to you. “Is this, okay?” he asked.
“Perfectly okay. More than okay,” you said. “So, tell me about your plans in the city?” You asked.
Willy's eyes widened and his tone filled with passion and excitement as he talked about his dream of owning a chocolate shop at the Galleries Gourmet. He went on to talk about his mother and how much chocolate meant to them both. You couldn’t help yourself, he was just too adorable, leaning forward you kissed and pecked his lips.
His eyes stretched even wider, and you flushed looking down at your feet. You couldn’t believe you did that. Your grandfather would have your head if he realized you were out-kissing boys that you were not courting.
“What was that for?” He whispered.
“Umm. I don’t know. You just looked so cute, and your passion is so infectious, and I just like spending time with you, Mr. Wonka,” you said looking up at him before looking back down.
Willy was quiet for a while. Too long actually. You were starting to think you had messed everything up between the two of you until his grip tightened on your waist and he pressed you against him and crashed his lips back onto yours. Your hands moved up to grip his shoulders and you pulled him closer.
You two kissed passionately and sweetly until the sun started to kiss the horizon and you had to get back to your rooms for a few hours of sleep before he needed to prepare breakfast and you needed to escort your grandfather. You two walked hand and hand back to your room. Silly grins on both of your faces the whole way. When you arrived you, both turned to face each other.
“So, this is your room,” he whispered.
“Yup, this is it,” you said making no move to go into the room.
Wonka grinned leaning down and pressing his lips to yours for another quick kiss. “I like kissing you,” he concluded when he pulled away.
“I very much enjoy kissing you as well. Your lips are soft and lovely.” You chuckled pushing some of his hair behind his ear.
His eyes closed and he snuggled closer to your warmth. You grinned he was adorable, and you loved him so much. Cupping his cheek, you kissed his nose. His eyes popped open, and his green eyes sparked with happiness.
“I will see you in the morning, Mr. Wonka,” you said, taking off his coat and trying to give it to him, but he just pressed it into your hands.
“How about you keep it and return it tomorrow?”
“Is this a ploy to make sure I see you again,” you teased.
“Yes,” he said shamelessly.
“We always see each other,” you pointed out but took his coat.
“Then allow it to keep you warm tonight.”
You nodded, leaning forward once more kissing him into your breath ran out. He pulled away, kissing your hands before stepping back waiting for you to go inside before walking back to his room.
The next morning you had a bounce in your step as you walked with your grandfather to the dining area.
“What has you in such a good mood?” Your grandfather asked.
“Oh, nothing. Just excited for breakfast,” you said, dreamingly thinking about Willy.
“Hmm. It has nothing to do with a certain chef that has a penchant for chocolate?” He asked with a knowing look.
You flushed and turned away from him. “You won’t tell Mama, will you?”
“You are young and in love. I remember being the very same with your grandmother. When I was in the army, she was a nurse. Love at first sight. When I got hurt, she took care of me, reading books to me and nursing me back to health. I told her that the day the war was over I was going to marry her. And I did. We married and ran away together to start our lives and I never regretted it,” he said. “When you meet the one you just know, puppet,” he said, glancing over at a nervous Willy. Who stood in the window from the kitchen into the dining area scanning the room. The moment his eyes connected with yours, he smiled widely and waved happily.
You smiled and turned back to your grandfather kissing his cheek. “I think you are quite right about that.”
When you made your way over to Willy, you smiled and kissed his cheek. His eyes widened but he didn’t complain. “I was wondering if you wanted to take a walk after breakfast?” he asked.
“I would love. I will walk Grandpapa back and then meet you outside the kitchen?”
“Sounds wonderful. Perfectly wonderful,” he said happily.
Willy walked back into the kitchen and couldn’t help but grin and hum happily to himself as he finished breakfast. Everyone that worked in the kitchen could clearly see that he was smitten, and they were all happy for him all but the one other person that longed for your affection.
“Willy, I see you have caught the love bite?” Amaro said, sliding next to Willy.
Willy frowned looking at his arms. “I don’t believe I’ve been bitten by anything?”
Amaro laughed and slapped him on the back. “I mean you are in love with the sweetest person.”
“Oh”-Willy flushed and looked back down at the batter he was making- “Yes, I adore her a lot. She is very sweet. A little bonbon,” he said unable to not gush about you.
“That is lovely. Do you think you will ask her to go to the Galleries with you?”
Willy thought about it a lot last night. He actually thought about it since the first time you two started to get close. He knew about your dreams of meeting people and recording their stories as it fascinated you and he thought you could do that with all the people in the Galleries, but he was too nervous. “Do you think I should?” He asked.
“No,” Amaro said.
“No?” Willy repeated. “Why not?”
“Well, have you told her about your issue? You can’t read Willy. She loves reading. Her nose is always in a book. You’ve met lovely people thus far, but it is a hindrance.”
“You think she would care?” He asked worriedly looking out into the dining room and seeing you sitting across from your grandfather eating but a book was open on your lap.
“Of course, she’ll care. What if she wants your help with her travel log? Wants you to read over them? Reading is clearly important. What if she hated chocolate? It is the same,” Amaro said with a no small amount of joy.
“I suppose you are right. Who would want to be with a man that can’t read?” Willy said dejected.
“I’m sorry, Willy,” Amaro said, walking away with a grin on his face.
After walking your grandfather back to your room, you waited outside the kitchen for Willy excited to spend so much time with him. You wanted to know how he felt about you. You needed to know if he felt the same. You kissed him you hoped he didn’t think you were the sort to go kissing people without deep feelings. You hoped he wasn’t the sort to. So, you stood and waited. And waited And waited. You frowned and looked down at your watch. It had been an hour of you waiting for him and you got worried. You hoped he wasn’t overwhelmed with work or gotten hurt. You were just about to run into the kitchen when the door swung open and Amaro walked out.
“Oh, Amaro. Have you seen Mr. Wonka? I was supposed to meet him, but he hasn’t shown up yet. Is he inside? Is everything okay?” You shot off worriedly.
“Oh, Willy left a long time ago. He said he had important business in his cabin. I’m sorry, he must have forgotten,” he said.
Your shoulders sagged and you frowned. “Oh.” He forgot about you. You couldn’t help the way that stung. You thought he was just as excited about seeing you as you were to see him.
“Oh, don’t be sad. Maybe it was something very important. We are close to where he will be leaving us. He is probably preparing for his departure.” Amaro went on.
“That is true. We are a day or two away. He is closer to his dream. I suppose that is important more important than a silly little meet with me,” You said, ignoring the crack in your voice.
“Would you like to go to the top deck with me? I found this fascinating book and I think you would love it,” He said.
You perked up slightly. “A book you say?”
He nodded wrapping his arm around your shoulder. “Yes. I know how much you love reading and I saw it at our last stop and had to get it.”
“I would love to see it. Maybe it will cheer me up.”
“My thoughts exactly,” he said leading you away.
At the same time, Willy paced around his room. He knew it was wrong to miss your meeting, but he was frightened. He loved you, but would you still enjoy his company if you knew the truth about him? Would you want an illiterate partner? He can’t see why anyone would.
He paced and paced and paced. “Willy, you should at least tell her you are sorry for standing her up,” he told himself. “It’s rude. She’s lovely and…. And maybe she won’t care about my not being able to read.” He perked at the thought. Of course, you wouldn’t. He quickly ran out of his room, bumping into people in his quest to find you. He was told you were seen on the top deck and raced to get to you. He was out of breath when he got to the top only to stop when he saw you. Hunched close to Amaro, a book between the two of you as you both read something.
His heart dropped at how happy you looked. You smiled widely and pointed at something in the book that caused Amaro to laugh. Then he turned the page and pointed something out to you that had you throwing your head back laughing freely.
That would never been him. He couldn’t share that joy of a good book with you. He felt tears in his eyes and he was quick to run back down the stairs and all the way back to his room with a broken heart.
Your heart was equally in pain as the next two days, Willy avoided you. He never peeked out of the kitchen anymore. He was never around when you tried to look for him. Amaro assured you that it was not about you, that he was just excited and focusing on leaving. Which didn’t make you feel any better.
Were you not important enough to speak to anymore? Was he really going to leave without speaking with you? As the hours pass you get less hurt and angrier.
You still had his jacket. It mocked you as it lay on your bed and with only hours before you made port and he left forever, you grabbed the jacket and stormed out of your room all the way to his. You knocked on the door harshly and with no care if he was asleep or not.
You knocked and knocked and when you got no answer you almost screamed. Instead, you kicked it and headed towards the top deck. You walked to the railing and grabbed it tightly. You wanted to toss the coat into the sea. You wanted to be rid of it, but you know how much it meant to him. Even as upset as you were, you couldn’t toss it.
“You heartless chocolatier,” you said.
“I’m sorry,” Willy said from behind you.
Gasping, you turned around and clutched the coat close to your chest. “Mr. Wonka. How long have you been up here?”
“A few hours,” he said walking closer to you. Your traitorous heart sped up and for a moment you thought he was going to kiss you, but instead, he grabbed his coat. And your heart sinks.
“I’ve been meaning to come get this from you. I am sorry if it has been bothersome,” he said, looking at the coat and not you.
“Yes. It has been most bothersome to me. So bothersome, just sitting in my room mocking me. Making me think about you when it seems you have not given a thought about me at all.”
“What?” He shouted. “No. That isn’t true, you are all I think about.”
You scoffed. “Really? You haven’t spoken a word to me in days, Mr. Wonka. We were supposed to meet, and I waited for you for over an hour and you didn’t show. I-I.” You stopped and looked away feeling tears in your eyes. “I thought we had a connection. I thought… I meant something to you,” you said sadly.
Willy's bottom lip wobbled, and he was quick to touch your face gently making you look at him. His eyes were dull and sad. “Of course, you meant something to me. Mean something to me. I care for you very much.”
“Then why have you ignored me? Avoid me?” you said letting the tears fall down your cheeks.
“Oh dear. My sweet Bonbon,” he said, wiping your tears. “I am no good for you. You should be with someone else. Someone like Amaro. You two get along and have so much in common.”
“It is not Amaro that I love,” you said, slapping his hands away. You were sobbing because of him. You were in pain because of him. You were in love because of him and all he can think about is how well you fit with someone else. “Do you not think that we have a thing in common?”
“Not the things that are important to you?” He said sadly taking a step back and putting his coat on.
“What things are those?”
It was his turn to look away. His eyes filled with tears and he’s hands became clammy.
“Well. Don’t I deserve to know why I am being rejected.”
“It is not you who is being rejected, Bonbon,” he said quietly.
“Well, it quite feels like it is.” This time, you moved into his space and touched his cheek. “Please,” you pleaded.
“I cannot read,” he said embarrassedly.
“You cannot read?” You repeated confused.
“No. I have never learned.”
You huffed and kissed him.
Willy was taken back and froze again your lips. You sighed sadly and pulled away. “Did you not hear me?” He asked.
“I read you perfectly well.”
“But you kissed me.”
“I did. And you did not kiss me back.”
He blushed. “it isn’t because I don’t want to. I am just confused.”
“What is there to be confused about? I love you, Mr. Wonka.”
“Still?”
“Did you think I wouldn’t because you wouldn’t read?”
He gave a curl nod.
“Oh, you foolish man. I do not care. I can’t make a lick of chocolate, but do you hold it against me.”
“Well no. Of course not. But reading is different.”
“Not to me. I don’t care if you can read, write, or cook. I like you as you are.”
Willy's heart swelled at your words. “It truly doesn’t bother you. You love reading. And I saw how happy you looked when you were reading with Amaro. I just... I can’t do that with you.”
“Yes, you can,” you chuckled. “I can read it to you. I don’t mind. Or I could teach you if that is something that you want.” You wouldn’t hold it against him if he didn’t want to learn.
“You would teach me? Be with me even though I will struggle?” He asked looking up sheepishly.
“Yes. I would be more than happy to teach you. To be with you. I am very much in love with you. I think I’ve said it thrice now.”
Willy smiled and took your hands in his. “I love you. I love you. I love you. Je t’aime. Te amo, ti amo, Ich Liebe dich, salanghaeyo, Aishitemasue. That is it in every language that I know,” he said affectionately.
You laughed softly hugging him. Willy grabbed you tightly and buried his head into your shoulder. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry,” he said. “I should have gone with my gut and came in and talked to you.”
You nodded pulling back from the hug to stare into his eyes. They were sparkling with love and happiness, and you melted slightly. “Why didn’t you?”
“I was, but I saw you with Amaro and you reading together and I thought about what he said?”
You furrowed your brows. “What did he say?”
“That Women wouldn’t want to be with a man that can’t read,” he said playing with your fingers.”
“He is wrong. At least about me. I don’t care. Mr. Wonka.”
He smiled and quickly pressed his lips to yours. His hands moved to your waist and pulled you closer as he kissed you frantically. You happily kissed him back burying your fingers in his curls and giving them a little tug.
Willy moaned into your mouth and then pulled away in embarrassment. “Sorry, sorry. That was embarrassing,” he said.
“No. It’s okay, really. It’s cute,” you said, grabbing his hands.
“Can I ask you to come to the Galleries with me,” He asked. “I understand if it is too soon, but I just don’t want to be apart from you.”
“I would love to go with you,” you said excitedly.
“Really?” He asked just as excitedly.
“Yes, really.” And then he was kissing you once again.
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Finally got caught up on that funky Bravern show the other day and omg. It's so much fun. Have some scribblin'
More yelling under the cut (and also mild spoiler alert if you haven't seen any of it:)
Loved seeing more of the other Deathdrives, even if they were kinda short-lived on-screen and all (guess that's what happens when a buncha story stuff needs to get compressed into just 12 episodes)
I'm enjoying the hell out of this silly show it's fucking BUCKWILD. I can't remember the last show that made me laugh this much I am just constantly chimpanzee screaming at the screen
Wasn't super sure at first because I was a bit "???" about where this was going in the first few eps but oh my god. It's def become a fav now. It's for sure meant to be a parody of itself/commentary on the entire mecha anime genre and all the tropes that it's loaded with but then the story actually gets interesting too. The TWISTS. IDK it just seems like they had so much fun making this
Also, sentient robot characters yippee! (That stuff just seems to be super rare, I've always kinda wondered why, but it's like the mecha genre is allergic to the concept unless you go full into Transformers territory (which is its own whole thing at that point.) Like idk maybe I'm the weird one for loving that idea, but I do wish more of that existed outside of the context of parody or "for little kids" or whatever. Anyway I'll take whatever I can get on that front. I'm adopting all of these idiots)
Cupiridas is my fav, Extremely Silly Guy. Kunus (Cunus?) is completely off her shits but I actually love that super wingy design. Pessimism has some really cool silhouette nonsense going on, can def approve of straying from the usual humanoid look. I could throw in some sketches of the main mechs (Bravern, Superbia) but they already get most of the fan art, so I wanted to doodle some of the others..
#bang brave bang bravern#bravern#Cupiridas#Pessimism#Kunus#robots#mecha#anyway def worth a watch#also that the transformers fandom collectively adopting Bravern was enough to convince me that I needed to give this show a chance#Jet art#jet squawkings
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Baki Characters x Yandere! Reader Headcanons (I)
The roles have flipped! Featuring Baki Hanma, Yuujirou Hanma, Kaiou Retsu, Pickle.
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Baki Hanma
You pace around your room, furiously biting your nails. You heard the girls at school teasing Kozue about confessing her feelings for Baki already and her laughing it off. The nerve, the audacity! As if you’d ever allow such nonsense to unfold. With your gaze fixated into the mirror, you notice the damage you’ve done to your fingers.
You’ve been Baki’s best friend for the longest time, and you’ve been to every underground fight to support him. You understand his quest for revenge and do your best to motivate him everyday. You scoff again at the little conversation you’ve unwillingly witnessed. To talk about feelings when you don’t even know the person fully. It’s fine, you don’t mind. Should you take care of her? No, she’s a neighbor. Too obvious. You don’t mind, anyways. You stare at the cooking knives before closing the kitchen drawer with a loud thud. You just have to confess first.
Baki is just really excited and surprised to have a girlfriend, especially if it’s you. He’s always found you attractive, but he wouldn’t risk ruining the perfect friendship you have. And now you’ve just taken all of his worries away, in the most unexpected turn. You hug him and you can feel your shoulders droop, as if a massive weight has just been lifted. You can finally rest.
Yuujirou is the first one to congratulate his son for finding himself a proper woman. He’d been wondering if Baki was too much of an idiot, since he hadn’t asked you out already. You have to hold the young boy back, whispering soft words to calm him down under the Ogre’s resounding laugh. Though you can’t help the grin that’s creeping on your face. Damn right. No one else will love him as much as you do. You’ll make sure of it.
In the Underground Arena, everything is permitted and there are no rules. This stands true outside the ring, so it’s not uncommon for fighters to try for a rematch out of the audience’s eyes. Baki has always been a bit disappointed by his rare ambushers. He would’ve liked a spontaneous fight every now and then. Unfortunately, you have your girlfriend duties. You can’t let scoundrels potentially mess with his training. Baki might be honorable enough to only rely on his fists and strength, but you’re not. And based on your count, you’d say you’re pretty creative when it comes to weaponry.
Hanayama has witnessed your ruthlessness first hand (and had to help with the body disposal), so every now and then he’ll pat Baki on the shoulder and remind him to be thankful for his woman and never upset her. Baki always responds with a clueless laugh. Of course he’s grateful for his darling (Y/N). He couldn’t ask for a sweeter girlfriend, and he finds it downright adorable how you stare down his opponents. He’ll tell you to be careful, because the men here can be very dangerous. Your reassuring smile makes his heart melt.
Yuujirou Hanma
Not another crazy bitch; He’s already had to deal with Emi Akezawa. This would most likely cross Yuujirou’s mind if he actually knew about your unhealthy crush, but he doesn’t. He doesn’t know of your walls plastered with his photos, or the videos you’ve taken of his fights in order to memorize the smallest details in his technique. What he sees is your distracted, indifferent expression whenever you happen to cross paths in the underground arena.
In fact, he might even be slightly annoyed by your complete lack of interest. You seem to praise all the other fighters after their win, yet your compliments fail to reach the strongest of them all. He wouldn’t mind, of course, if he knew you’re just terrified of him (as most people are), but he can tell you lack any kind of nervousness towards him. What’s up with you?
In a moment of anger he faces you and is about to deliver his signature devastating blow, against the gasps of protest from the passerby. His eyes widen in shock after realizing, however, that you easily dodged it. He didn’t expect you to be this good of a fighter. And you aren’t, really. He’s just predictable. Maybe not to the average person out there, but you could guess with your eyes closed what his next move is going to be. Depending on his mood, the person he’s facing, his facial expression, the slight tilt of the foot onto the pavement, the smallest contraction of his deltoid muscle that indicates the arm about to swing. You doubt you could win against the Ogre, but you certainly know his fighting style better that anyone else.
Once you start dating, Yuujirou becomes completely infatuated with you. The fact that you know him so well can only mean you’ve been watching him, and that pleases him greatly. Though he’s maybe a little embarrassed to admit he was this concerned about you noticing him.
You mainly show your affection through acts of service. Yuujirou most definitely doesn’t need you to protect him, but if small fry approach him you’d rather spare him the boring attempts to a challenge. You’ll stand in front of him and announce that weaklings need to get past you first and no one should dare to waste your man’s time otherwise. Yuujirou is very amused by this and his ego skyrockets. If the opponent is someone you can’t handle, he’ll gently move you out of the way and thank you. “It’s alright, I haven’t worked out in a while. This should only take a moment.”
Sometimes he may catch a glimpse of your unhinged jealousy whenever another woman approaches him and he’ll instantly be turned on by your bloodlust. He could have anyone else in the world, but why settle for just anyone when there’s you?
Kaiou Retsu
You’ve been mesmerized by the martial artist ever since you’ve witnessed his fights in the Underground Tournament. After he lost to Baki, you couldn’t help but wait for him at the exit and express your deepest admiration with a bow to the ground. Retsu was speechless but equally grateful for your kind words. A renewed sense of pride erupted from his chest, knowing he’s won someone’s appreciation for Chinese Kenpo.
Right…well, why not? You don’t mind starting off as his biggest supporter. You’re good at gathering information. To Retsu’s excitement, you always meet him with a brand new question about a particular technique or historical fact check. He’s eager to tell you all about his past and time spent at the temple. He’s so lost in his stories that he doesn’t notice your dark orbs that remain still in his direction, unperturbed by any movement or blinking.
Retsu’s obliviousness is a running joke among the fighters. Katsumi finds great enjoyment placing bets on whether the Kenpo master will ever notice that the woman that’s always by his side might be in love with him. You laugh along, not minding the humor. Where’s the hurry? You like his innocence, among many other things. It’s not like you have to worry about competition. You’re rather confident you can get rid of anything that might serve as an obstacle.
Some days are harder than others, however, when it comes to hiding your feelings. Despite your repeated protests, Retsu insisted on fighting this recently revived prehistoric man. You felt yourself spiraling the moment you heard the wet gnawing sound of his lower limb detaching. Pickle had begun dragging him into the halls to continue his feeding routine. Your ears began to ring and before you could ponder the situation, you found yourself between the same walls. Pickle could only stare in amazement at your wild, rabid expression as you sank your teeth into his arm. For a brief moment he felt like he was gazing at his own reflection, the same ferocious eyes filled with nothing but instinct to act.
Retsu awakes groggily and spots you sitting stiff at the end of his bed. Your face looks slightly smudged, but he’s still too dazed to tell. You fumble with the bloodied cloth in your lap and ask if he’s feeling better. He’s ashamed of his broken promise, confessing to you he might’ve not been prepared to die. Poor, honest Retsu. No matter his intended outcome, you would’ve never allowed it. You might be selfish for it, but your love for him comes before any kind of battle honor. You weave his long, silk hair through your fingers. Your teeth are still sore and you chuckle lightly. He really brings out the worst in you.
You hoped you wouldn’t encounter Pickle again, but here you are in the empty audience seating, standing between Hanayama and Retsu and looking down towards the young Hanma. Pickle seems to study your form with a curious smirk. “Why is he looking at you like that? Did something happen during my… I hope you weren’t-“ Retsu’s voice is choked by growing panic as he recalls the TV reporter. “It’s nothing like that, Retsu-san. He’s teasing me.” You shyly hold onto his hand and he flinches at the sudden touch. What was this smug creature hinting at? Some sort of unspoken acknowledgement perhaps, from one predator to another.
Pickle
You don’t watch TV and you don’t care for the news. And yet it just so happened that at the time you were mindlessly browsing through channels, you landed on the latest announcement concerning the prehistoric human. Your watched as the poor reporter trashed around for help before the live was interrupted. You felt your eyes tearing up; you had forgotten to blink.
You can’t focus on anything else. It can’t be random coincidence, just some mere stochastic chance that you were made aware of this ancient individual. You dare to dream of the possible meanings and implications. Perhaps the best answer will be offered upon meeting the man himself, and you happen to have the right friends for it.
When Baki mentions to you, entertained, that a bunch of men managed to sneak into Pickle’s enclosure, you can feel your jaw clenching and your teeth grating under the sudden pressure. You were supposed to meet him first. They don’t deserve it. You impatiently begin planning your own forced entry, if needed.
Pickle lowers himself over Retsu’s unconscious body, ready to devour him, but his ears pick up the rapid approach of another human. Could it be a new challenger? He quickly turns his head and locks his eyes with yours. You’re panting and gasping, trying to refill your lungs with oxygen after sprinting all the way to the arena. You almost got tricked once again into missing your fateful encounter, given the secrecy of this fight. No matter, you’re here now. A wide smile of pure adoration forms on your face. Pickle is taken aback, unsure of how to read your expression.
The Jurassic man is spellbound by the little human that’s now following him around. You easily communicate with the other humans and even though he can’t return the same speech, you seem to know what he wants or needs. The strange smelling chloroform clouds that would make him very sleepy have now vanished, together with the men holding the equally strange tools always pointed at him. He doesn’t know what you’ve done, but he’s very grateful to have a little peace. You’re his bridge to this modern, confusing world.
They can’t decide what’s scarier between Pickle and (Y/N) in their overly protective anger. Pickle himself couldn’t be more delighted. He finds it incredibly cute that despite your size, you always jump to his help. Sometimes he’ll even pretend to be confused just to see your determined face as you do the task for him. He wonders if other people also have their own (Y/N) at home, though he suspects he’s the only lucky one.
#baki#baki the grappler#baki x reader#pickle baki#yandere#kaiou retsu#baki hanma#pickle#pickle x reader#yuujirou hanma#yandere baki#baki headcanons
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Hey babe! I’m sure you get lots of requests but I’ve been reading all your stuff lately(so good omg and so addicting) but I was wondering if you could do enemies to lovers. With either Jack or ethan. Whatever comes to mind. Love ya!
⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain
ᡣ𐭩 word count: 1.2k
ᡣ𐭩 pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader
ᡣ𐭩 summary: ethan and y/n have a rivalry going on, until one day y/n explodes and ethan decides it’s time to change the core of their relationship.
ᡣ𐭩 contents/warnings: academic rivalry. enemies to lovers(ish). insecurities. fighting. screaming. making up (and out). a little bit of toxicity.
y/n left the classroom practically fuming, with a smug-faced ethan trailing behind her. they had just been given their marks on their econ exam, and while y/n had passed, ethan had beaten her once again. by far.
it was exhausting. the boy was so smart, he didn’t even need to study. paying attention to class sufficed, he memorised everything and understood easily. y/n, on the other hand, wasn’t a natural. she had to stay hours on a chair trying to get the contents in her mind. and while she made an immense amount of effort, ethan always managed to come out in top of her.
she was insanely jealous of ethan. yes, maybe the few times she achieved higher marks than him she’d gloat a little bit (a lot). and yes, maybe the nonsense rivalry between them had started because of her and her bitterness but she couldn’t help but put up a fight.
some days y/n would feel bad about being the detonator of the stupid enmity, but today was definitely not one of those days.
“hey, y/n/n, it’s okay. econ is a very hard subject, not everyone understands it quite like i do.” ethan said, cockiness trying to be disguised with a very poorly-done empathetic tone.
y/n kept stomping, not even the rain could stop her from trying to get away from him.
“i could tutor you, if you’d like.” he continued, ignoring the way the fabric from her polo shirt was starting to get soaked.
“what i’d really like is if you’d leave me alone.”
“nope, this is my favorite part of feedback day. i love rubbing my high marks all over your face.” the tall boy smiled.
it was a crime that the cutest smile she’d ever seen belonged to the most insufferable man on earth. it only made her more furious. “get lost, landry.”
“we live in the same dorm building.” he laughed.
“well, take another route.”
“my god, you’re such a sore loser. i don’t say a thing when you gloat. which doesn’t get to happen very often, but still.” he rolled his eyes.
was he right? of course. was she going to admit he had a great point? no. was she going to keep unleashing her fury and jealousy? hell yes.
“yeah, well, once you get to beat mr. perfect, it’s an inevitable thing to do.”
his jaw tensed. “why are you so frustrating?” he screamed over the rain and thunders.
“why won’t you leave me alone?!” she screamed back, stopping in her tracks. “if i’m so frustrating why don’t you just stay away?” he stayed silent because he didn’t have a reason why. at least, none that he could say aloud without her running away. “huh, ethan? why do you keep sitting next to me even though the classroom is always empty when we arrive?!”
truth was, he was addicted to the rollercoaster of a relationship they both had. y/n always challenged him, made him feel alive. it wasn’t sane, it was completely intoxicating and wild and crazy, but it was his serotonin and he was addicted to it.
but this? up until today, it has been silly bragging and comebacks. this y/n seemed deranged, absolutely insane. he didn’t want her to truly hate him, because there was not a bone in ethan’s body that held any hatred towards her.
ethan admired her. he admired her perseverance, her intelligence, her witty, her humor. and even though it had never been towards him, he witnessed how kind she was to others. he wondered when it’d be his turn to have that part of y/n—the one that smiled genuinely, the one that joked, the one that laughed warmly.
it was clear the end of the stupid rivalry was in his hands because it would be an endless battle if it were for y/n, she was never going to let her armour down. he was ready for their relationship to change.
so with determined steps, ethan made his way towards her until he was so close that her chest almost touched his. “because i’m so fucking attracted to you. never thought i could feel this much about someone that hates my guts, but here i am.”
y/n’s eyes widened and searched in his face for any sign that he was messing with her. but she only found pleading brown eyes and eyebrows furrowed in anguish.
“and i’m going to kiss you right now, in risks of getting kneed in the balls, which is something you’d one hundred percent do.”
y/n might’ve laughed at that, but before she could do anything, ethan’s big hands grabbed her waist and pushed her towards him, closing the distance.
they stayed kissing in the rain for a while, not caring about the clothes sticking to their skins or the amount of water that fell down their faces. maybe their fights had been the perfect foreplay, because the kiss was unlike anything they’d experienced before. the rush that ran through their veins was intense and heart-racing.
“wow.” y/n said when they had to pull away for air. her fingers were still threading through his wet hair.
“yeah.” he agreed, letting out a laugh. “now that my kiss sort of sedated the beast within you—”
“fuck you.” she muttered, but this time there was nothing but playfulness in her tone.
“—let’s talk about what is going on inside your head, because we can’t keep on going like this.”
the walk back to her dorm was silent but the tension that always seemed to surround them was gone. their fingers were intertwined, and y/n leaned on ethan’s arm with his jacket around her shoulders.
“i’m sorry, ethan. i’m the one that started this stupidity.” y/n said as they settled on the couch.
“i never put a stop to it.” he pointed out.
“you were just playing the game i started. you never had bad intentions, but i fought with you because i resented you.”
“resented me? why? why did i do?” he asked, taken aback.
“no. nothing, not really. it’s just… i envied that you were so good at every class. i hated that i spent hours trying to make sense of what was in front of me while you understood everything so effortlessly. and the marks always hit me in the ego and insecurities.”
“and everytime i paraded my mark… i was just fuelling your anger.”
“well, yeah, but it’s not on you. it’s all me, in my head. during high school, everyone practically patted me in the head and congratulated me for my marks… and now, in college, i’m struggling like i’ve never before. it’s so horrible, i feel like a failure.”
ethan pulled her into his arms as she broke down. “you’re not a failure, y/n. college is very different from high school, and everyone struggles in their own way. no, i don’t have any problem when it comes to clases but socialising? trying to make friends? that’s where i struggle. it terrifies me.”
and now she hated herself more because it was at that moment that she realized she had been mean to someone who did not deserve it at all. “i’m so fucking sorry, ethan. you’re amazing and i’m sorry that i ever made you feel bad.”
“i’m sorry, too. i never meant it, but i still hurt you with my mocking. so let just call it even and move on, please.”
“we’re not even close to being even, but i want to move on, too. i want to get to know you. start over.” she said, brushing away the wet strands of hair that sticked to his forehead.
“but can we, maybe, please, not obviate the kiss? cause that was really fucking good and i want more of that.”
y/n laughed and hugged his neck. “that sounds perfect.”
#ethan landry#ethan landry x reader#ethan landry angst#ethan landry fic#ethan landry oneshot#ethan landry scream#ethan landry x y/n#ethan landry fluff#ethan landry smut#jack champion#jack champion x reader#jack champion x y/n
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A lot of seemingly nonsensical takes on Juri made sense to me once it clicked that there are people who actually believe that SHE believes miracles aren't real. Like OOOOH, no WONDER it seems like you're watching a completely different and opposite show, you think this girl is doing all this shit because she ACTUALLY BUYS HER OWN BULLSHIT when what is actually happening is that this girl is frantically trying to get herself to believe SOCIETY's bullshit so that she has no hope and therefore can't feel disappointed when her hopes are dashed. It's not that she doesn't BELIEVE in miracles, it's that she thinks entertaining even the POSSIBILITY is a weakness, a form of self-sabotage, a completely avoidable way she is "asking" to get hurt.
She doesn't react to the sword the way she does because she disbelieves its miraculous-- you can tell just from her expression that she's deeply shaken, she's not ignorantly believing that what happened was within statistical likelihood or anything. She's freaking the fuck out and trying to deny it, because if there are miracles that means there's HOPE, and the last time she had hope HER CRUSH NOT ONLY DIDNT FULFILL HER HOPE OF LIKING HER BACK, SHE TRIED TO BETRAY HER AND ON TOP OF THAT *DIDN'T EVEN UNDERSTAND HER ENOUGH TO SABOTAGE HER /CORRECTLY.*
(Well, the last time she had hope OTHER THAN the time she had hope that maybe the girl who always wears GNC clothing and called her a supermodel might be hitting on her, only for that girl to explain she dressed butch BECAUSE SHE LOVES A MAN. Like damn dude, I would yell at the sword to shut the fuck up with giving me hope, too, after HALF that nonsense!)
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Blasphemy
When you pray to him, it's not forgiveness you're asking for.
MICHAEL x gn!Reader
1.8k words | NSFW | Obsession | Sexual Themes
Content Warnings: Obsessive thoughts, invasion of privacy, suggestive themes and some sexual content.
A/N: Read the sequel here.
It starts when Simeon gives you the lost Ring of Light.
You think it’s a dream at first, the blinding golden-white light that overwhelms your senses. Suddenly a man’s voice, clear as if he was at your side, speaks to you and offers his blessing and good luck. The demon brothers panic later about seeing light from the Celestial Realm spill from your room, and you freeze when you realize the person you spoke to must’ve been Michael himself.
You tell yourself it’s simple curiosity that motivates you to learn more about him. The very mention of Michael’s name brings up so many varied, intense reactions depending on who you talk to. You speak to the angels first. Luke admires him wholeheartedly, but Simeon’s forced smile and carefully guarded answers to the questions you ask make you feel guilty.
It’s more complicated talking to the demons about him. Sometimes, they say his name with cloudy expressions and pursed lips like they just bit into something sour. Other times, they look far-away and try not to smile when they reminisce about events that happened long ago.
Mammon complains to you about Michael’s no-nonsense approach to work and discipline, and Asmodeus tells you some abstract memory about Michael while he paints your nails. He sounds nostalgic when he mentions all the ways Lucifer and Michael are similar, and the ways they’re also completely different.
Lucifer doesn’t talk about Michael very much, but he’ll usually answer your questions so long as they’re vague and not too prying. When he speaks about Michael, he wears the frown of someone that remembers hurting and being hurt by someone he loved, but it was so long ago the pain is a dull throb he can ignore.
No matter what the angels or demons tell you, you can't shake your interest in the archangel that is admired and feared in equal measure. Curiosity turns to fascination, and you feel some ravenous need to learn more. The things you’ve learned about him so far - the awe-inspiring feats, the high expectations he puts on those serving him, the cruel punishments for those who fail him - scare you and captivate you.
You spend more time with Luke who shares his memories of Michael so easily. It’s no wonder Luke enjoys baking so much - he tells you about Michael’s sweet tooth, the things Michael particularly likes to eat and drink the most, and Luke even offers to make some Celestial Realm desserts for you to try. When you eat them, you pretend it brings you closer to him, like you share something in common.
One day when you visit Luke at Purgatory Hall, he casually mentions getting a message from Michael and you nearly choke on your tea. He keeps talking about whatever task he’s been assigned, but your mind is racing. How did you not think of this sooner?
“I forgot my D.D.D. at the House of Lamentation, can I borrow yours?” The lie rolls off your tongue easily and Luke eagerly hands you his device without a second thought. When he runs off to the kitchen to check on lunch, you immediately pull up his chat history with Michael. You don’t have time to read everything properly, so you take as many screenshots of their conversations as you can, and you send them to yourself. When you’re finished, you close the chat app and head to the kitchen to help Luke.
Later that evening, you read and re-read the message history between Luke and Michael. You smile when you read about Luke’s versions of events in the Devildom, often skewed to make the demons look worse than they (usually) are. You’re touched by the way Michael seems to genuinely care for the young angel too. He responds to Luke’s messages with enthusiastic encouragement or gentle reminders to show his demon hosts grace and patience.
Your eyes widen comically when you come across your name during one of their older conversations, and you feel your cheeks grow warm when you realize they were talking about you.
Luke: They’re so nice! They told me about some human world desserts that sound amazing. I’m going to ask them to teach me one day, if I can get the ingredients.
Michael: They sound like a wonderful friend to you.
Luke: I wish you could meet them!
Michael: Perhaps one day I will.
Those seemingly innocent words shouldn’t have this sort of impact on you. The logical part of your mind knows Michael is probably humoring Luke, grateful that he’s found a friend in the Devildom and happy to see that you’re a positive influence on him. The desperate part of your mind, the one that fixates on those words, reads them almost like a promise. One day you'll be able to see him in person, or perhaps even touch him if you’re brave enough.
Their conversation lingers in your mind for the next several days, and you can't stop fantasizing about what meeting Michael might be like. The first meetings that you dream about skirt the line of innocent curiosity and unashamed blasphemy. One morning you wake up with your hand between your legs and the name of a faceless angel on your lips when you come. The memory of his voice rings in your ears and you still want more. You’re not sure what it says about you that you don’t feel ashamed at all.
You grow bored of re-reading the same juvenile conversations between Luke and Michael, and you turn your sights to accessing Simeon’s D.D.D. next. Simeon is older than Luke and you know his relationship with Michael is more complicated. You’re not sure if it’ll be as easy to get access to his phone, but fate is on your side.
The next time you visit Purgatory Hall, Simeon comes to see you and Luke in the kitchen. He looks a bit embarrassed and he’s scratching the back of his head while he holds his phone out to you.
“If you’re not busy, do you mind helping me with this?” he asks you a bit sheepishly.
You have to remind yourself not to be too eager when he hands over his device. “Of course! It’s not a problem at all. If you want to finish helping Luke, I can see what the problem is.”
You leave the two angels in the kitchen and retreat to the living room. The problem is obvious - the screen lighting is so dim it’s hard to read, and somehow Simeon changed the default language to some sort of demonic script neither of you understand. They’re both easy things to fix, and that leaves you with a few spare minutes to check his message history.
As you suspected, his conversations with Michael are more mature. They’re less focused on the daily sights that Luke is amazed by, focusing instead on Devildom life and politics. Michael is curious about Diavolo and his fallen brothers most of all. He asks pointed questions and makes subtle comments that seem purposeful if you read between the lines.
One of the more recent conversations he and Simeon had seems serious. You had no idea that Simeon stole the ring he gave you. It’s always difficult to read tone through words alone, but even you can decipher the undercurrent of disappointment and anger in Michael’s messages.
You understand now, with more clarity than ever, that Michael is intelligent, cunning, and should not be crossed. This realization should frighten you and put a quick end to your silly little crush. However, the temptation of forbidden fruit is too much for you to resist, and this knowledge fuels your fascination instead.
When you’re alone in bed at night, you give up all pretenses and surrender to lustful urges. Your thoughts of the mysterious archangel are steeped in lust. You remember the rumbling sound of his voice in your mind, and you can still feel the warmth of the Celestial Realm’s light. If he were to put his hands on you, would he feel that warm too?
It’s so easy to give into the fantasy that it’s his hands moving between your thighs while you touch yourself. You imagine returning to the Celestial Realm and finally meeting him in-person. You picture him towering over you, the embodiment of grace and power and absolute authority. You wonder what you might have to say or do to tempt him.
Thoughts of him - dark, depraved, delightfully sinful thoughts - are enough to push you over the edge while you stroke yourself beneath your sheets. You come once, then again not long after, riding the high of sin and corruption. You try to stop the whimpers and moans that threaten to spill from your lips. Breathy whispers that sound suspiciously like his name break the silence of your room, hushed secrets for your ears alone.
You’re still panting lightly, mind foggy from the pleasurable daze of your last orgasm, when your D.D.D. vibrates on the nightstand next to your bed. It’s an automatic response when you reach for it - with your clean hand, the one that isn’t saturated by the scent of your arousal - and mumble a quiet greeting when you answer. It wouldn’t be the first time one of the demon brothers got himself locked out of the house after partying all night.
“Did you think I would ignore your filthy prayers forever?” the smooth voice on the other line asks you.
Michael. You recognize who it is instantly and sit up in bed.
“Wait, how did you—?” you ask nervously, because how the hell did he get your number?
“You’re not the only one Luke trusts with his belongings,” Michael says knowingly, with a hint of amusement.
Oh no. Has he been watching you this whole time, waiting for your most vulnerable moment to surprise you like this? What does he know? What has he seen, or heard?
You’re completely unprepared for this conversation because he's rendered you speechless. Your mouth opens and closes uselessly while you try to think of something to say. What can you say? You’re excited and embarrassed, and your body warms up suddenly, like it’s on fire.
He chuckles quietly, like he predicted this reaction from you. Your silence speaks volumes, and you realize you don’t need to say a word for him to understand you perfectly.
“Humans are such fascinating creatures,” Michael’s voice drawls, low and intimate in your ear.
You whimper and try to clamp a hand over your mouth to muffle the noise, but it's too late. He chuckles again and he sounds far too pleased with himself. "You were intriguing before, but not many are able to surprise me the way that you have. Perhaps you deserve a reward for your efforts.”
You can’t help but shudder from the lust simmering deep within your belly. Is he trying to sound seductive on purpose? You don’t know and it’s impossible to tell.
It seems like he can read your thoughts because he hums approvingly. “Yes, I think a proper meeting is in order, don’t you agree?”
He doesn’t wait for your answer, and before you can attempt to speak again, the line goes dead.
#series: divine revelations#obey me michael#obey me michael x reader#michael x reader#obey me x reader#omswd x reader#obey me michael smut#obey me smut#omswd smut#obey me michael x mc#michael x mc#obey me michael x you#michael x you#obey me fanfic#x reader#gn!reader
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𝑼𝒏𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈
𝑺𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒓 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝒙 𝑩𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒅! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓
𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒃𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒉𝒏𝒊𝒒𝒖𝒆, 𝒎𝒆𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒖𝒏𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈
𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒈𝒚𝒏𝒚, 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒔 𝒎𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓
𝑨/𝑵: 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑰 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕.
𝑾𝑪: 2.04𝒌
𝑩𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 (𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏)
𝑬𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚❤︎
To say that it came as a surprise is an overstatement. Honestly, you had already anticipated that this was going to be the outcome of the proposed marriage between you, the daughter of Master Hayashi who is the head of the Hayashi clan, and Gojo Satoru the future heir of the Gojo clan.
“I don’t want to marry a blind woman,” he cursed as he stood before you looking down at you with hatred and disgust, though you were unable to see the expression on his face because well you can’t see. You thought he’d be different, after all, you heard great stories about the great Gojo Satoru. Well respected, the strongest jujutsu sorcerer, always eager to help those who are in need, quick to solve problems, and on top of that you heard that he was kind, sweet, handsome, tall, funny and he aspired to be a man with a family, a wife, and beautiful children. You thought that maybe he’d accept you, someone will finally accept you, but no, he’s just like the rest of them, always judging you because you had a disability.
It’s unfair, you think. To never be given a chance to love, an opportunity to live just like everyone else. It wasn’t your fault, you were just born like that and there was nothing that can be done about it and you accepted that, so why is it hard for everyone else to accept you? You wanted to cry as he spoke down to you, belittling you like you were just a mere fly in his eyes. You wanted to say, “Father it’s ok, let’s go home.”
And you’re pretty sure that if you had spoken those words, your father would not hesitate to take your hand while you held your white stick in the other hand and led you out of the Gojo’s estate and take you home, where you’re accepted by your family and also felt safe.
But no, that won’t do, the current head of the Gojo clan knows that if Gojo Satoru chose not to accept this marriage then all ties with the Hayashi clan will be cut. After all, they knew how much Master Hayashi cherished his daughter and would do anything to protect her.
So amid this chaos, a voice finally spoke up, disrupting the angry heir of the Gojo clan.
“Satoru calm down, let's think about this for a second.”
That voice sounded unfair to you, you knew that that voice did not belong to the head of the Gojo clan, who just happened to be Gojo’s father. You’ve met Master Gojo a couple of times and even spoke to the kind-hearted man. So you knew that that wasn’t him. You couldn’t help but wonder who it was.
But as you let your curious mind wander, everyone else including your father stared at the young man in shock. Sporting a gold-coloured cassava garment over his black yukata robes, complete with white tabi socks and zori sandals, he steps out into the open in front of Gojo.
He rested his hand upon Gojo’s shoulder, smiling softly at you before facing his friend, best friend. “Do you know what a great opportunity this is for you and the clan? That woman, though she’s visually impaired, she’s very useful, you know.”
“Huh? Useful? Stop with the nonsense Suguru, how can a blind woman be useful to me, the strongest?” Gojo questioned, his voice booming throughout the courtyard. Your father gritted his teeth at the young man, Master Gojo shook his head and clenched his fist at his son, meanwhile, the young man chuckled.
“Unbelievable,” He said as he turned to you. You could hear them, the sound of his zori sandals tapping against the stone tiles that decorated most of the courtyard as they approached you. Your head perched up, blind eyes staring straight ahead of you hoping to sense his strong alluring presence as he drew closer to you. “Master Hayashi, I apologise on behalf of the young master. He has a habit of making rash decisions and saying hurtful things before thinking.”
Your father huffed as he stepped beside you and held onto your shoulder, “Still that gives him no right to say such harsh things about my daughter. Does he know who I am?”
“I guess not Master Hayashi. But I know how important you are to the Gojo clan because without you standing beside them as their right hand then the clan would have already been in shambles. It’s not that I underestimate the power that the Gojo clan holds, it’s just that I know how much influence and power you and your clan have over the Jujutsu Society. And with the power that you possess, Master Hayashi, I know that you can be one of Gojo's clan's greatest enemies,” the young man said as he finally stopped in front of you.
“You sound like an intelligent young man,” Master Hayashi said as he stared down at the young man who was smiling at you.
“My apologies, how rude of me to not introduce myself. My name is Geto Suguru, the advisor and right-hand man of the young master Gojo Satoru,” he said as he bowed before you and his father.
“I know of you,” you said. And that’s true you knew who Geto Suguru was. You heard that he’s one of three special-grade jujutsu sorcerers and the only one who is on equal grounds with Gojo Satoru in terms of being the strongest. You also heard that during his teen years, he apparently struggled with depression after the death of Riko Amanai and his depression led him to madness. His madness then turned into anger and confusion, his anger and confusion, then turned into hatred that led him to massacre a village filled with one hundred and twelve people in one night.
He was deemed to be executed and labelled as the worst curse user to ever exist if it weren’t for Gojo Satoru himself, saving his best friend from that fate and providing him with the necessary resources and therapy to get his head back together. He did spend time in jail, atoning for his sin, but then released on house arrest and under the supervision of no other than the Gojo clan.
He had a bit of history. He smiled, “And I know who you are,” he stated. “Well not you, but of your ancestor, Hayashi Misturi, your great-great-grandmother, the last holder of the curse technique that you now possess.” You were baffled, to say the least, words stuck in your throat as you tried to fathom what was being told to you.
“Do… Do you know about my family history?” you asked as you held your hand out to the young man hoping that he’ll take your hand in his.
You’re shocked by how cold and big his hand was as soon as his hand grazed yours. “Of course. As Satoru’s right hand, it is my duty to know stuff like this.” You felt his hand lift yours upwards and a tender kiss on your knuckles. “I know you did not choose this, what happened to you at birth is not your fault. You never asked to be born like this, as a matter of fact, your mother never asked for you to be born like this. Your family never expected that the curse technique that had died within Hayashi Misturi to be reborn within you. A hundred years should have passed before that powerful curse technique remerged, but I guess the Gods have greater plans for you my dear and that’s the reason you’re born like this.”
“You know what curse technique I possess?” you asked him and you heard him hum yes in response to your question. You drew your hands from him and stepped back, your hand desperately reaching out to grasp your father’s hand. “Impossible. You’re not supposed to…”
“I know, your family kept your curse technique a secret for a reason. However, I was curious, to say the least, when I learned about the Hayashi Clan and the daughter of Master Hayashi. So I did a bit of reading, and that's when I found out about your great great grandmother Hayashi Misturi. And the more I read about her, the more I started to piece together the connections and that's how I found out about your curse technique, just to sum it quickly without going too in-depth,” he explained. “Anyways, I say this to say that Satoru, the woman you’re belittling, is very important to her clan. She’s stronger than she looks, she may not be able to see but she has a curse technique that can rival yours and I’s any day. Correct me if I’m wrong Master Hayashi.”
“Smart young man indeed. You are correct,” your father said as she squeezed your hands lightly.
“You may not be fond of marrying a visually impaired woman but think about this Satoru. Your family already has big ties with them, imagine losing that connection and them teaming up with the Zenin Clan?” Geto said, raising an important question to the young master of the clan. “That’s something we do not want to see.”
Gojo hummed as he stroked his chin, his eyes never leaving your face as he thought about what Geto just said. He always knew that Geto is a man of logical and critical reasoning, and that’s why he chose to keep him at his side despite what happened in the past. “You make a very good point.”
“I know. Besides, she's very beautiful and I’m sure she has other things to offer you besides her curse technique.”
Gojo hummed as he slowly approached you. And Without even listening to his footsteps, you could feel his very intimidating presence coming towards. “Father?”
“It’s ok, I’m here,” he said in an attempt to comfort you, which seems a bit futile because he was shaking in his boots.
“Oi?” Gojo called out to you as he reached his hand out to cup your chin. You almost drew back because you were so frightened and a bit taken aback by his actions. “Besides having children, what else can you offer? What can a blind girl like you do for me?”
“You better watch how you…”
“Father!” you yelled and the man cleared his throat before glaring at Gojo. “I may not be able to see and it is quite rude to rub my disability in my face first and foremost. Secondly, despite being a blind girl, I’ll still be able to perform my wifely duties. I know how to cook, I’m good at cooking. I know how to clean and most certainly take care of my husband. If you’re wondering if I’ll be a burden to you if something were to happen, no need to worry I know how to fight. I’m also very good at giving advice and so on.”
Gojo chuckled, no he laughed in your face after you answered his question. The disrespect and the audacity of him. You swallowed and bit your tongue to hold back your tears.
“Fine then, I’ll marry you. Suguru’s right, you're pretty enough I guess. But fine, I’ll marry you but only under these conditions,” he stated.
“That’s enough Satoru,” his father, Master Gojo, finally spoke up. He was about to scold the young master, but you were quick to cut him off before he even began.
“What conditions?” you asked him.
“We’ll get married in two weeks. You and I won’t share a bed, however, you’ll prepare my bath every morning and night, prepare healthy meals and sweet treats for me since you are so good at cooking, and lastly, you’ll bear my children, since that’s the only thing that I know you’ll be able to do properly.”
“Fine…” you answered.
“Great. We have a deal then,” he said as his hand moved from your chin, up your face to take the glasses that you wore to cover those. The eyes that you were unable to see from, but still stared straight at him as he stared into them.
This is the beginning of a life you didn’t know you’d have.
My question for you reader, what’s your prediction for this?
𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔?
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loook i get why the idea of riding the "anti/pro" fandom disk horse makes people gag a little in their mouth and try to opt out entirely, but here's why i went from feeling exactly the same way to taking a firm profiction stance. I've been meaning to make this post for a while.
~10 years ago, I posted a fic for the first time and it got its own harassment campaign. The fic wasn't even sexual, and wasn't going to be (it remains incomplete). It was accurately rated T on fanfiction.net. Anyone in the Fairy Tail fandom will understand this: I literally got harassed for writing a "Lucy leaves the guild" fic💀.
After many nice comments, someone left a pretty nasty one. Hurt, I messaged them back. They acted super attacked that I'd responded (lmao) and after we argued, threatened to "rip my shitty story apart in the comments section" if I responded again. I told them "go ahead lol."
They went ahead.
Now know that it was a relatively small harassment campaign, but at the time, it was devastating. Right around then, I wound up in the hospital. After I got out, I went to excitedly check my fic, and found several reviews saying things I wouldn't repeat to my worst enemy. I was suicide-baited more than once, told "thank fuck you finally abandoned this shitty story, dumb cunt," stuff like that.
There were several accounts involved, and I can't say for sure, but I suspect at least a couple different people were involved, though probably at least half of it was one person.
All the other comments were screeching about how I hadn't updated, mostly. "NO UPDAAATEE WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPENS TO MEEEE??!!!" was one that stood out after I'd been miserable in a hospital for an extended period of time.
Idk what people think is going on when FT fic authors write this trope, and frankly I don't give a fuck. Because while I was partly writing the story out of some young, cringe feminist rage, I also did genuinely have a real story I was compelled to tell. I was inspired by another, popular fic I loved which used the trope to talk about how trying to shoulder our burdens alone really just hurts both ourselves and everyone who cares about us.
My own story was ultimately going to have similar themes, with more focus on strength, what it means, and in what contexts earning and having it actually matters. In retrospect, no wonder I wound up in hot water, because at the time "Lucy vs. Strength vs. Misogyny" was the FT fandom's Designated Nonsensically Activist Debate™. But that's partly why i wanted to write about it; engaging with the fandom had gotten me thinking about it 🤷♂️
Not too long after that, FFNet oh-so-benevolently granted us the ability to delete comments from our own stories (they never took my reports seriously at all, afaik). I deleted all or most of the harassers' comments (may still be a one or two up, and i'm fairly sure there's a couple comments defending my fic from the harassment) without saving screenshots, which I really regret now. I was just so mortified and full of self-loathing about the whole thing that i wanted to forget it completely. Something that had brought me joy at a very lonely, vulnerable period of my life had turned so negative, and i couldn't even tell the people closest to me about it without being made fun of for writing anime fan fiction.
I didn't understand why this happened at the time, but--after a period of trying to forget/bid out of it all with a slight anti lean (a common approach I see people use, and one which I'm not proud of adopting)--I just had to figure out What the Fuck Even Happened There. And I'm telling you, after years of reflecting, wrestling with both sides, and educating myself, that this "status quo of harassment" culture which pervades fandom goes way deeper than you think and comes out of a way darker well than you probably realize. An astonishing amount of this is, quite literally, TERF shit and evangelical shit.
Trying to be in fandom and take a stance of, "Anti/Pro shit? Ew, I'm Not Touching that," is like swimming in a heavily polluted river and being like, "Poison? Cringe. Not me lol."
You might be lucky enough to be in a less-polluted part of the river (AKA a relatively non-toxic fandom, in which case good for you!)...but tbh this rhetoric and peer-signalling will still seep in.
I can't stress enough that pro-fiction, AKA "proship", is the normal, leftist-about-art-and-sex opinion. Pro-ship is against all the horrible things you're against; in fact, pro-ship isn't trivializing real trauma by equating it with fictional trauma, or trying to apply literal evangelical/radfem solutions--which are proven not to prevent or help. Profiction/proship is literally just saying, "Fiction is fiction, reality is reality, and the two don't have a 1:1 relationship. And historically, trying to censor just things we've decided are bad has done nothing but get LGBTQ+ and POCs censored. Therefore, depictions of illegal things shouldn't be censored." That's it. "Proshippers all ship problematic ships," is a brazen lie. Many of them share other fans' disgust for those ships, they just don't believe in censoring fic authors over it.
It is also taking a stand against harassment because--and I hope my own story has helped drive this home--as with all groups who adopt ingroup/outgroup thinking, antis are defined by their tactics, not actual stances on real, serious issues. What happened to me was absolutely a result of anti, "it's okay to 'bully out' anything I just don't like" mindset pervading fandom. In a way, this was the mindset's final form. They didn't even feel the need to cite a reason the trope was "bad" or "wrong"; it annoyed them, and they viewed their own feelings as a valid enough pathway for policing to go right ahead and do so.
In the interest of offering solutions instead of just bitching about problems, I might make a "how to know if you've bought into these types of views"-type post sometime. Also might come back to this and provide some sources/citation.
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jace velaryon x reader
genre: hurt/comfort, fluff
warning: none?
summary: jacaerys finds you, and he will never let anything happen to you.
Your eyes were blurred with tears, the long dress was suddenly uncomfortable to run through the castle.
Servants and guards, even though they didn’t stop you, seemed to wonder what to do with the weeping princess.
You felt your cheeks burn with embarrassment, feeling ridiculous for crying like that for a foolish reason.
"Wait, princess!" A voice called your name and hurried footsteps came towards you. Your chest hurt, because you already knew who was after you.
You tried to walk faster, wiping your damp face with the back of your hand, but the prince was quicker, slipping his hand into yours. You froze, not daring to turn around at your most vulnerable moment.
"Princess..." Jacaerys voice was sweet and cautious, as if he was afraid that you would run again. His palm was warm against yours, the firm grip made you realize that it was useless to try to ignore the prince.
You felt guilty as soon as you turned around, Jacaerys eyes were filled with concern. He was panting, he seemed to be in a mission to find you.
"Who did this to you, my love?" Jacaerys asked, releasing your hand only to hold your face between his palms. Jacaerys hands were always hot, his chest warm when you slept together. Jacaerys ever told you it was the blood of the dragon.
Trying to find the answer in your eyes, his face contorted into an expression of pain when a solitary tear ran down your cheek.
You swallowed, running away was tempting, "Aegon was being stupid."
Jacaerys sighed angrily, his eyes glinting. The concern that filled them before turned to hatred. "He is stupid. All the time. What did he say to you?"
You looked away, Jacaerys attention was overwhelming, It made you feel like the only person in the world. The prince was apprehensive, as far as he knew, Aegon was capable of anything, even more so if he knew it would affect him.
"What did he say to you, dearest?" He asked again and stroked your hair, you looked at him.
"He said that i'm useless in the castle. that i'm not even good enough for a..." You hesitated to complete the sentence, you wouldn't be able to utter something so absurd in front of your lover. However, a glance at Jacaerys expression made you finish. "...Bastard."
The prince clenched his jaw, laughing incredulously. His hands went down to your shoulders, you felt them tremble slightly in anger. "I will take care of it. Wait for me in my chambers."
"No, Jace." You called out determinedly as Jacaerys was about to call a guard to accompany you. Jacaerys stopped and looked at you, his brown eyes still burning in fury. "He just wants attention, and I was mindless enough to listen to his words."
The prince denied with his head, pulling you to his chest, one hand holding you tight. "He has no right to speak to you like that, my love."
Aegon's words were nonsense when you were next to Jacaerys, your face cold with tears no longer bothered you, your messy hair didn't matter.
"I won't let him do anything to you. He won't come near you." Jacaerys whispered in your ear, his voice confident and with the certainty of a future king. Your heart was beating fast, you closed your eyes and heard Jacaerys heart imitating yours.
"I know." You replied, raising your head to meet the eyes of your prince. You recognized what you always saw when you looked at him, love.
Your lips met his halfway and you forgot your troubles, the hands on your waist were all you felt. His lips were soft against yours, warm.
Though, Jacaerys meant his words.
a/n: just a silly little thought to my jace girlies <3
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-𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕖-
pairings - wednesdayaddams x fem!reader
summary - soulmate au <3
warnings - love-sick wednesday
an - twas a buzzy saturday for me so i decided to write how i felt
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Love.
Love is such a wonderful thing.
Many people rely on it to live, to survive. It’s a craving, something that can satiate an irritating appetite. Love comes from within a person and blossoms into a gorgeous flower once their intended other half comes along; what bliss it withholds.
Well, Wednesday didn’t want that bliss.
The whole ‘find your soulmate’ thing was pointless to her. Why waste her life away chasing someone she has never met, just to supposedly drop everything she knows and fall in love with them? Utter nonsense if you ask her.
Hence to why Wednesday despises her ‘soulmate mark’ that dawned upon her wrist. It was an auburn red quill with white streaks that probably belonged to an unsuspecting hawk. Apparently, upon meeting your soulmate, the mark will burn fiery hot and disappear once skin to skin contact happens with your destined lover.
Wednesday will never meet her soulmate, she vowed to it. She would be far better off by herself than having some relationship hold her back from making something good of herself.
But that doesn’t mean she wasn’t accidentally curious.
At times, she would catch herself peering at people’s wrists to see their marks, but every time she looked, it was never matching hers. If she were to be honest, a pang of disappointment would hit her; but there was no room for her to be upset about not seeing her soulmate that day, she didn’t care anyways.
But, she did care when she saw you.
Meeting you was completely an accident, she didn’t mean to stare at you in class and memorize your features. The curve of your jaw, the faded freckles that dotted across your nose, the way your hair fell around your shoulders in a wave.
It wasn’t purposeful when she sneakily made a copy of your schedule so she could walk past you in the hallways. It was all a coincidence when she made a list of your likes and dislikes so she could find your favorite activities and foods. An accident is what she calls it when she hacked into Enid’s instagram to find your account and scroll through all your photos so she could save a few and put them in her journal.
It wasn’t her fault when she started to imagine scenarios of you two together, how she would kiss and hug you, how she would care for you if you were sad or upset, how she would trace her fingers along your skin whilst mumbling “mine” just to remind you who you belonged to.
It especially was an accident when she ran into you, when her arms snaked around your waist to save you from falling, when your noses were centimeters apart, and when she felt the surprising burn upon her wrist.
“I…uhm…” Wednesday stuttered, frozen while holding you in a dipped position.
Your eyes were wide, your hand twitching as you felt the similar sting on your arm. Your eyebrows furrowed in thought, your beautiful eyes tracking Wednesday’s.
“It’s you.” You mumbled, reaching for her face.
“And you…” She recited back, a warmth crossing across her cheeks as you cupped them.
You smiled at her, a sight she wishes she could bottle up and wear around her neck, and pushed your feet under you so you could stand upright.
Wednesday’s arms were still around you, so you took it as a request to step closer to her. Your hands went around her neck, resting on her shoulders while you gazed into her endless soul of black.
“I’ve been waiting.”
Wednesday nodded, her focus trained in on your face. She felt, vulnerable, a feeling she used to despise but now craved as she leaned into you.
“I know.” She replied.
You were breathtaking, a fallen angel that was caught in her net; her heart. The aura you produced was glowing and warm, a perfect satiatee for Wednesday’s cold demeanor.
Your hands moved back to her face, the soft pads of your fingers tracing along the skin of her jawline as you leaned in. You whispered one word before claiming her with a kiss.
“Mine.”
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Hey mystic
I was gonna link an ask from earlier but i cant seem to put links in here for some reason and google is not helping. Its the one about the non-dualism community and how toxic it can be. I just wanted to say I am glad others agree. I wouldn't consider myself a beginner to loa manifesting or shifting. I just think its crazy how someone says things like "just be" and someone asks them to clarify it and they respond by saying something like "do you need help drinking water."
Trends come and go, I'm sure once ND is no longer new someone else will unearth some old spiritual practice and claim its above LOA as well. I just wish everyone would be accepting and encouraging instead of what seems to be condescending because they think they know something no one else does.
Lastly I heard you say on the podcast the person you were gonna do it with is no longer in your life, sorry to hear that. I only bring this up because I believe I saw a post saying you manifested this person into your life and then they changed (I could be wrong though). I also manifested someone back (an ex) but it was a 'manifestation' and all i ended up creating was misery.
You don't have to answer this if the last part is too personal, but if you want send me a message. Just wanted to say I think you have some great views that resonated.
Great podcast btw
I completely agree with you and I'm glad that others are able to see the madness that I'm seeing.
What they usually mean by telling you all, "just be" is they're telling you to realize your true self as awareness. They're telling you to just recognize your divine nature in the present moment and enjoy knowing yourself.
I don't see why they don't just tell you to turn within and recognize your true self as awareness in this present moment without all the riddles.
I agree that everyone here should turn within themselves and listen to their inner guidance instead of relying on the "others" for advice, because then the constant search and craving for more answers will never end. However, at the same time, it's the polite and helpful thing to do to let your readers know exactly what they're looking for while you advise for them to look within themselves for the truth: realizing divine the source of your true self.
If everyone knew what they were looking for, I think they would have an easier time turning within and trusting their inner voice to lead them to answers.
I feel as if the lack of clarification on exactly what to look for is unnecessary and it can come off as mind games instead of just being direct with the readers and telling them all, "you're turning within to realize your true nature. Hint: you are always *aware.*"
I happen to notice from time to time as well that some of these bloggers feel the need to use the whole "words are meaningless" nonsense as a moronic excuse to bully or put down other blogs amongst themselves or with their anons for simply viewing things in a different perspective and I don't think that's cool for anyone to do.
That behavior isn't right. It's just plain mean.
Everyone is entitled to their own perspective and share their own views, but to publicly put down specific blog names for everyone to hear and make fun of them together? Very condescending and cold.
Oh, believe me, I'm waiting for the next spiritual trend to come out of nowhere. I wonder what it's going to be next. Now my curiosity is in flames.
To end things here, I want to thank you so much for your kinds words and the lovely compliment.
Your feedback and appreciation for the podcast means so much to me. I'm so very glad to hear that my perspective of things resonated with you.
Thank you for enjoying my podcast.
#awareness#reality warping#manifesting#nondualism#reality creation#manifestation#consciousness#nonduality#self-realization
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I have very complicated feelings about Halsin's Drow brothel dialogue that I want to share. I want to say, immediately, that I am not telling any other survivor how to feel about this, because we all have our own experiences that affect how we feel about this, and I will ask that you show me the same courtesy. I have had past posts of mine met with rudeness- from questioning whether I really had seen the scene in question to someone accusing me of having a "fetish" for rape recovery- telling me "go do Astarion's storyline instead"- to someone saying "the entire concept" (of trauma recovery, I guess?) is "western nonsense". Do not do that on this post.
The most common statements made as criticisms against Halsin's scene, post patch 5* are the following:
*Pre-patch 5, most of the criticism was about how out of left field it is and how there was no ability to follow up with Halsin about it/ask if he's okay.
It's OOC (or at least just nonsensical) for Halsin; he's a big, strong, wise Archdruid, so it makes no sense that he was raped.
Halsin obviously healed completely from his Drow-related trauma offscreen, and any statements from the player questioning this are condescension and/or infantilization and/or the same as demanding Halsin go through therapy onscreen- demanding all survivors have the exact same cookie-cutter reaction to be "valid".
The presence of the one rude "sounds traumatic, you may need to reflect on that" line means the entire scene is condescension as well.
Halsin's trauma isn't actually trauma/Halsin doesn't count as representation because it was not put in the story in good faith/was a joke, and it's insulting to change the scene to be more serious.
By changing these lines, the creators have prioritized one group of fans (those who wanted to see Halsin discuss what happened to him as an assault, not as a "fond memory") over another (those who felt this conversation was an indication Halsin had already had a complete recovery).
Gently and respectfully, I don't agree with any of these arguments. My feelings on these, point by point, are:
Rape can and does happen to anyone. Quite the opposite of being OOC for Halsin, it's important to have Halsin as representation alongside Astarion, to show that big, strong men can be victimized too, by any gender. Victimization can happen to a wide range of people, be committed by a wide range of people, and can have a wide range of effects on the survivor.
I love healed survivors, and I would love to see more in fiction. However, Halsin never once came across like a healed survivor to me, in this scene or otherwise. He came off like someone deep in denial (or perhaps just crisis mode) who was victim-blaming himself to downplay it. He called his rapists "hosts", himself a "guest, prisoner, and consort", himself a "foolhardy young Druid". Those are worrying ways to describe being made a sex slave for three years. I personally can't imagine how we were supposed to hear that repeated denial/downplaying/use of euphemism and infer healing from that. If that was truly what the writers intended, I think an exchange to the effect of "are you okay?" "Yes, it was a long time ago, and the wounds have healed" would have been acceptable- it's weird to think that wanting to be able to talk to Halsin after that and ask if he's okay is the same as "demanding he go through therapy for us" to some folks.
That one line isn't the best or most sensitively phrased, but it is HARDLY unique in that respect; there are many moments where your responses to delicate situations are awfully callous instead, even your "nice" ones. (See: immediately after Wyll gets his horns, where your nicest option is "The Blade of Frontiers has some explaining to do." No "oh my gods, are you okay? Are you in pain?") The lines following the nasty option include some wonderful choices (and a few callous ones, as per usual); "It's not for me to say- I wasn't there. But I'm here now, if you wish to talk," for example, which leads to Halsin thanking you and explaining that he hasn't had anyone to confide in for a very long time. Also, the offputting "you may need to reflect on that" option isn't the only way to get to the following lines; a Seldarine Drow, for example, can offer empathy by telling him he threaded the needle by surviving Lolth's pitiless followers at all. Sometimes, a writer's abstraction of situations like these can be really hard, and sometimes writers for dialogue trees fail to anticipate the responses players will want to give. (I.E. not foreseeing that players might want to sound less judgmental to Halsin's recovery, or that players' first concern will be with Wyll's wellbeing in the aftermath of him growing horns, not anger at his "dishonesty".) I would like alternatives to those callous responses, sure, but I don't think they imply bad intentions. Occam's razor and all that.
The truth is that we will never conclusively know what the intentions were behind the original version of that scene. However, in following with Occam's Razor, the simplest explanation is the best one, and it is almost always simpler to assume good intentions than to assume malice. With the care this game showed to rape, slavery, and other issues in the rest of the game, I find it much easier to believe that there was just bad conveyance of Halsin's past than I do that it was intended as a meanspirited joke against sexual assault survivors. Even if it was intended as a meanspirited joke, quite a lot of people had already found comfort in Halsin's character. There is no un-ringing the bell, so the best alternative was to improve the writing to address fan concerns.
Truthfully, any decision made could be argued to be prioritizing one group of fans over the other; if they had kept the status quo, they would have been prioritizing the group of fans who liked Halsin's downplaying of his trauma. Ultimately, Larian has shown that they enjoy making changes to the game over time (sometimes over the objections of fans, I.E. Gortash's letter); if they truly felt the true vision of their story was the original version and they felt it important to stick with it, they would have had no problem ignoring those fan complaints. Hell, one of THE most common complaints about Halsin is regarding his polyamory (especially from Early Access fans on the forums, who are quite vocal about feeling betrayed that Halsin isn't monogamous), and Larian has kept him poly because it is how they intended him to be. Larian didn't change Halsin's post-Drow scene solely because of fan outcry- they changed it because they wanted to. They have no problem keeping unpopular characterization beats and scenes in the game. If it were really a matter of "fan outcry = changed scenes" there would be an evil ending epilogue by now too.
Those are just my thoughts on the issue. I am leaving this untagged out of respect for other survivors who may not agree, but please feel free to reblog or comment- as long as discussion stays respectful.
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can you please please write damian comforting reader after she found out that her boyfriend cheats on her please?
damian priest x reader
the other woman
you didn’t care about the fact that it was raining and you didn’t care about the fact that you were driving a little too fast, all you wanted to do was get away as far as possible from the place you used to call home.
 it started as a nice and normal day. 
you woke up early.
you did your workout, you left for work and before coming home you spent the afternoon at the nail salon, happy to get your nails done, but when you came back home what you didn’t expect was to find your three years long relationship boyfriend with his dick inside your neighbour and supposed friend.
you didn’t even let them explain, there was no need too.
you ran back into your car and drove as fast as possible.
there was only one place that you could go and there was only one person you knew that wouldn’t judge you.
your eyes full of tears, you barely saw the road but somehow managed to find yourself in front of damian’s house.
you let the rain wash all over you, your tears mixing with them and you knocked on his wooden door.
he was currently watching a show on the sofa, and he was a little surprised when he heard someone knocking on his door.
but he was definitely more surprised when he saw you standing there looking a completely mess.
your eyes full of tears, your body shaking from crying and the cold weather. he was speechless.
“oh my - come in y/n” he let you in without even questioning at first.
“thank you…” you sobbed.
he rushed to get you a towel and some of his warm clothes.
“here…you should get warmed up…take these, you know where the bathroom is” he smiled at you and you simply nodded.
he never saw you like this.
after ten minutes you came out from the bathroom and you felt a little better, at least physically. your hair and whole body was warm, you removed all the remaining make up and you weren’t shivering no more.
your eyes were still full of tears and damian couldn’t help but wonder what the heck happened to you.
“come here mariposa…” he gently helped you sitting on the couch. his heart broke at your sight. to him you were the light of his days, you were there to pick up his pieces when he was broken so he got worried when he saw you in that state.
“i didn’t mean to show up like this…” you apologised.
“nonsense, you are more than welcomed to stay here, everytime you need it…” he hugged you and you lost yourself between his warm arms. a hug that meant something “can you tell me what’s going on?” he gently asked you.
“he cheated…” you closed your eyes trying to forget the sight that kept repeating in your mind “he was…shit, in our bed…and from the look in his eyes i could tell it wasn’t the first time it happened…” you kept sobbing while damian’s arms kept you close.
he was pissed, he was beyond mad.
he couldn’t understand how someone would cheat on you. you were perfect to his eyes. you were everything he wanted and deep down he knew he was in love with you.
but you always looked so happy when you were with your boyfriend that he didn’t want to ruin your relationship so instead, he stayed close to you as a friend. he wanted to be the one to hold your hand and take you to dates but he knew he couldn’t because he saw how happy you and your boyfriend were.
“he’s a fucking dick…” damian said.
“how could he throw away three years like this? i mean - what did i do wrong? wasn’t i good enough?” you cried into his embrace.
“no no mariposa, you are more than good enough…if men want to cheat they’ll cheat, it’s their fault…i’m just shocked and mad that someone would cheat on you…that he cheated on you. y/n, you’re an amazing person, in and out and you don’t deserve this…” he said trying to keep it calm.
“so why did he do it? we were together for three years!” you kept wondering what you did do deserve this “i remember every time he told me that he would be late for work, and every time that he spend too much time helping out our neighbour saying that her sink was broken and shit like that…he had been fucking her for so many months now that i wasn’t even surprised that we stopped having sex…i should have caught up the signs damian…i should have done something, i should have known it…” you cried.
damian couldn’t bare to see you cry, not for a man like that but he let you continue.
“all the time i saw him with shopping bags, jewellery and lingerie shops, my stupid mind always thought that those things were for him that he liked to spend some money on himself, but in reality, he has been seen her for so many time… did you know that last week he even talked about marriage and family?” you sarcastically laughed “i’ve been the other woman for so long when she was supposed to be the other woman…but she ended up getting all of his love…”
“i wish i could turn back time and put some sense into his brain but i can’t princesa…i can’t undo what he did but i can promise you that’ll never leave and that i’ll be always here for you” his hands gently wiped your tears away “you have me…and you can stay here for as long as you want…i can even go to your apartment tomorrow and get you some of your stuff here, my spare bedroom is available and you don’t need to go back ever again…” he saw a sparkle in your eyes “i know it hurts…and it will for a while but you’re not alone into this…”
“i really don’t deserve you damian…”
“you do, you deserve so much more than this…but if you let me i’ll help you heal” he said honestly and you said yes.
you both spend the rest of the evening in each other’s embrace as damian kept watching a stupid show. you ended up falling asleep in his arms, and it was the first time, in a very long time that you felt safe and protected.
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Amnesiac IX (Rafe Cameron x Reader x JJ Maybank)
WARNINGS: eventual NON-CON, domestic violence, mentions of past assault, violence, manipulation, memory loss, underage drinking, drug use, non canon ages, kook!reader
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summary: “There’s something wrong with your love story, baby…”
After a surfing accident leaves you with little to no memory of everything that happened before that day, you start to wonder if the blond in what little memories you do have is the same one who claims to be your boyfriend.
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You had stopped fighting against Rafe, too in shock by the out of body experience you’d just had. His hand was still around your throat, eyes alight with anger and lips curled into a sneer. You felt so cold, hands clammy, and chest aching as you stared at the man who had betrayed your trust and taken advantage of you in ways you didn’t think you’d even be able to verbalize.
Rafe had been your friend.
He’d been your best friend, and when you hadn’t returned his feelings, feelings he’d made clear at his own sister’s birthday party, he’d lashed out. He’d gotten angry, mean, and then… He’d tried to rape you. He would’ve succeeded, that much you knew, if it hadn’t been for JJ.
The disgust and anger that you felt was nothing in comparison to your fear.
Rafe had stooped to levels you hadn’t even known he was capable of, and you wanted to be sick. You stared into his eyes, his breathing heavy while you felt like yours had stopped entirely. Your hands were shaking, and Rafe was about to speak again when you let out a choked sob. Rafe wasn’t your boyfriend. He’d never been your boyfriend…
He was your tormentor.
“I know what you did,” you breathed.
Your voice was almost inaudible, but Rafe still heard you. The smirk on his lips was mirthful, mocking, and he tilted his head.
“What…? What did I do?”
Your own breathing started to pick up, and the longer you just stared at him, gaze tearful, that was when Rafe’s face started to fall. You watched as he swallowed, his grip on you loosening until he let you go completely. He took a step back, his own eyes stricken, and your tears finally spilled over.
“Whatever JJ told you,” he slowly started, and you shook your head.
“He didn’t tell me anything,” you choked out. “He didn’t…he didn’t want to spring that on me.”
You didn’t even care that you just gave yourself and JJ away, too in shock about your new nightmare.
“I remember…”
Rafe’s gaze hardened, and he raised his hand towards you. The air around you was tense.
“You chose those Pogues over me…”
“No-.”
“You did!”
You jumped, your back grazing the wall as Rafe glared at you.
“I was prepared to give you everything. I still am, but you wanted to be a traitor to your own kind,” he spat. “You-!“
“You tried to rape me,” you cried. “What did I do that could’ve possibly warranted that? Nothing!”
You tried to get past him, but Rafe blocked your path.
“Rafe…”
You swallowed, and he took a step towards you.
“I…I messed up-.”
“What you did wasn’t just some little mistake,” you whispered.
“I fucked up, I know that,” he screamed. “…but you never even gave me a chance to right it. You never…”
“Why would I? You ruined our friendship, not me! I didn’t want you, and you assaulted me!”
“You are mine!”
Your entire stomach dropped as he screamed this, a finger in your face. His dirty blond hair was hanging into his face, and the look in his eyes was crazed, the blue of them glassy. Rafe’s breathing was hard, and you glanced around for any way out of this.
“It was always just you and me.”
Rafe’s voice broke.
“You and Sarah didn’t matter, me and Topper or Kelce didn’t matter, because at the end of the day…it was always just us,” he breathed. “…and then you started hanging around with Sarah’s friends. You started feeding into their nonsense…and suddenly you were against me.”
“Why is it always black and white with you? Why am I either with you or against you?”
“Because that’s the way it is,” Rafe screamed. “You were always mine, and you started slipping away, and I was just supposed to let it happen.”
The slap was loud in the otherwise quiet house, and Rafe stared at the floor. Your hand stung as you stared at him, and if you didn’t hate him so much, you’d consider telling him to get help. As it was, you only wanted to tell him to drop dead. You were sure that the full ramifications of what Rafe had done would hit you once you were alone, but right now your brain couldn’t process it all.
Rafe reached for you when you attempted to brush by him, and you stumbled out of the way. Your leg hit the coffee table, and Rafe took the opportunity to twist his hands into your hair, yanking you closer. His anger and his actions were so reminiscent of that night, and your fear from that night returned in full force.
“Let me go!”
“So, what? So, you can run back to him?”
You wrestled against him, eyes blurring from the pain of his fist in your hair.
“You lied to me,” you tearfully spat. “You made me think we were something we’re not. Do you get how sick that is?”
“I gave us another chance,” Rafe bit out, teeth clenched. “Your accident was my second chance, and if you hadn’t run into him tonight, this never would’ve happened.”
The knowledge that Rafe was perfectly content to live a lie with you for however long was stomach turning. The thought that he had been prepared to touch you and kiss you and look into your eyes and lie to you for years. He would’ve been perfectly content to keep you prisoner.
Rafe’s hand was just at your throat when a harsh knocking came from the door.
He quieted down, and your eyes widened as you had forgotten about Kie entirely. Rafe was silent as he stared at the door, and you could see that Kie’s eyes were wide as she fully took in the scene before her. The door was unlocked, and she didn’t hesitate to step inside just as Rafe let you go. You took a few steps away from him, stumbling back when he tried to keep you at his side.
“Y/N’s coming to my house with me,” she said, staring at Rafe like he was moments away from killing you both.
Rafe opened his mouth to protest, but you were already at her side. Rafe called your name, and Kie didn’t hesitate to grab your hand, hurriedly pulling you along. Rafe strode after you both, hollow pleas and promises leaving his lips.
“Y/N.”
You ignored him, allowing Kie to practically shove you into her car. She stood between him and the door as you closed and locked it, but his gaze was entirely on you through the window. You swallowed, feeling like you were staring into the face of a monster.
“Kie-.”
“If you’re smart, you’ll walk away before I call the cops.”
His gaze snapped to her at that, eyes narrowing and jaw clenching. You blinked, more tears falling, and Kie only moved when he took a few steps back. You looked down, your gaze glued to your lap as she made her way to the driver’s side. You could still feel Rafe’s eyes on you, and you didn’t dare look up.
He was at your window as she started it up.
“If you go back to him, I’ll kill you both.”
You looked up at that, eyes wide. It sounded so outrageous, a hollow threat, but considering all that Rafe had done already, you didn’t doubt the conviction in his tone.
“Do you hear me? Nothing will stop me from drowning that Pogue…”
You didn’t say a word, merely blinking before looking away, staring out of the windshield as Kie pulled out of the yard. Your toes curled, and you only just realized that you didn’t have your shoes. Kie blew out a breath once you were up the street.
“We’re not…we’re not going to my house. I’m taking you to The Cut…”
You looked at her, and she shrugged, glancing at you.
“Rafe.”
That was explanation enough, and you nodded. You could feel her eyes on you, so you weren’t surprised when she spoke again.
“I…am so confused, it’s not even funny,” she started. “What you said earlier and then just now with Rafe…”
“Rafe tried to rape me.”
Her head whipped towards you at that, and you hadn’t even meant to say it. It just came out, and you blinked back tears.
“It was last year…at Sarah’s birthday party,” you continued. “JJ stopped him.”
“JJ knew?”
Kie suddenly sighed to herself.
“So much stuff suddenly makes sense,” she murmured, and you looked at her.
Her smile was small, comforting.
“You and Rafe were always close, and I never understood it, but I respected it,” she told you. “…and then one day…everything was really different.”
You straightened up.
“What do you mean?”
Kie had an unsure look on her face, and she tapped her finger against the steering wheel.
“You hated Rafe for one. Hated him. The mere mention of his name would make the most twisted look appear on your face…like you were going to throw up and commit murder all in one.”
She suddenly got a pinched look on her face.
“…and you started drinking a lot more.”
You frowned at that.
“A lot, a lot. JJ was the only one who could really talk you down when you got like that.”
“Like what?” you hurried to ask.
Kie pressed her lips together.
“Kie…tell me.”
“You would either be really quiet and cold and just in your own head or…you’d be super emotional and volatile. You weren’t acting like yourself,” she explained. “You crashed your car.”
She murmured that last part, and your eyes widened.
“I crashed my car?”
You didn’t even remember having a car. She nodded, biting her lip.
“It was really bad. You were drunk, and Sarah thought we should at least call an ambulance or something and tell them that one of us was driving, and you were just in the passenger seat, but JJ didn’t want to do that, and then they got into a fight over what was best for you…”
Kie dragged her hand down her face.
“You were just really out of character for a while, and it was scary, but I guess it makes so much sense now. Among other things.”
You remembered one of the first conversation you’d had with Sarah after your accident. She’d told you that she thought JJ knew why you hated Rafe, and she’d also told you that she’d been jealous of your friendship with him. It hadn’t made sense before why you’d tell him something you wouldn’t even tell Sarah, but now it all did. As Kie drove you to the other side of the island, you wondered where she was taking you in particular, and you had a brief thought off JJ.
The thought of him made Rafe’s words come to mind, and you looked out of the window.
Sarah, John B, and Pope were sitting around a fire when Kie parked the car. You were slow to get out, looking around and taking it all in. Even without that memory of playing ‘would you rather’, the way you relaxed and felt so at home here told you that you’d been here before. Many times.
The conversation dwindled to nothing the closer you got, and Sarah was the first to rise to her feet.
“Oh my God,” she said, hurrying towards you. “What happened?”
You hadn’t even bothered to look in the mirror, so there was no telling what you looked like. You opened and closed your mouth, unable to find the words right away before finally settling on one word.
“Rafe.”
Sarah’s face fell, and then it twisted into a look of disgust.
“Rafe?”
You nodded, and Kie discreetly left you both, joining John B and Pope. You could feel their eyes on you, and you wrapped your arms around yourself.
“What do you mean Rafe did this to you?”
You swallowed.
“Um…well, he’s not who he told me he was,” you tearfully whispered.
Sarah shook her head.
“I don’t understand…”
You sighed, wiping your face.
“None of you knew me and Rafe were dating because we were never dating,” you confessed.
Sarah paused, and she gave a nervous laugh.
“I thought…”
“I thought so too,” you said with a shrug. “…and that’s because that’s what he told me.”
The realization hit her, and she let out a scoff, brows drawn together.
“No… I mean- I’m not saying he wouldn’t, but I just…that’s a sick level to stoop to, even for him,” she choked out. “Why would he do that?”
She took your hands, pulling you closer.
“…because I was with JJ…and he hated that.”
Sarah looked like she was getting too much information too fast, and she frantically blinked.
“You…and…JJ?”
You nodded, and she suddenly laughed to herself.
“Why didn’t I see it before?”
“Sarah-.”
“It was so obvious, and I… I was so jealous, feeling like you’d replaced me,” she murmured, and your face fell. “…and you hadn’t. No more than I could replace you with John B.”
“I don’t know why I didn’t tell you. I don’t know why I didn’t tell anyone,” you said more to yourself than her.
The whole thing threw you. Unlike with Rafe, you believed whole heartedly that you and JJ had been together. Never mind the pictures you found, but your own body’s reaction to him was proof enough. You had never felt more at ease than you had in that room at Midsummers. You loved JJ…and he loved you, so why did you hide it from everyone? Including your best friend?
Just then, the door to the house opened, and out stepped the subject of your thoughts. He was still dressed in that server’s uniform, only he had lost the vest and tie, shirt partially unbuttoned and untucked. Sarah followed your gaze, and she looked back to you.
“Maybe being here will help you remember more,” she comforted you, pulling you along.
She was pulling you towards JJ who only now just noticed you. His eyes widened slightly at the sight of you, and you decided that you really needed to know what you looked like. Sarah squeezed your hand, and you didn’t know why you were so nervous. It wasn’t like this was your first time talking to him since the accident.
You recalled the way it had felt to have him so close to you, and you swallowed.
“I don’t know why you two kept it a secret,” Sarah said once she stopped before him.
JJ looked towards the ground, and she pursed her lips.
“…but please promise to never do that again.”
“Yes, ma’am,” JJ said, flippantly saluting her.
She eyed you both for a bit before walking away, looking over her shoulder as she went.
As you stood before JJ, he really took you in, blue eyes darkening as he looked over you. You only just noticed the bruise on the corner of his lip and jaw, and you remembered Rafe’s knuckles. You started to reach for his face before thinking better of it.
“Did Rafe do that?”
JJ nodded, eyeing your hair and makeup, gaze traveling to your dress. You only just realized that it was ripped.
“Did Rafe do that?” he wondered, tone icy.
You nodded, and you blinked back tears.
“I remembered.”
JJ straightened, frowning a bit, but the look on your face told him what you were referring to.
“I remembered what he tried to do…and what you did,” you choked out.
JJ’s face fell, and he shuffled towards you, reaching out.
“Thank you,” you cried, wrapping your arms around him.
JJ stood still for a moment before hugging you back, arms tight around you. He pressed his face against you, deeply inhaling and breathing you in.
“Don’t ever thank me for that,” he told you. “I’ve told you that so many times.”
You wished you could remember.
“…but you didn’t even like me then.”
You remembered that. You remembered how much it hurt when Rafe threw that in your face, and JJ pulled back, frowning at you.
“I wasn’t just going to let you get hurt. No matter what I thought about you then, you didn’t deserve that,” he spat. “Did I think you were some spoiled Kook? Yeah.”
The way JJ said it made you smile instead of getting offended, and he returned it.
“…but did that mean I was just going to let you get attacked by Rafe of all people? Hell no.”
You chuckled to yourself, glancing over to see everyone trying to discreetly watch you two.
“I found your shark tooth necklace,” you told him, sad. “…but I left it at Rafe’s.”
“That’s okay,” JJ whispered, shaking his head. “I can always make you another.”
You nodded at that, swallowing. There was so much you wanted to say and ask, but you didn’t think you had the energy for it. You didn’t even want to think about what would’ve happened if you hadn’t had Kie following you to the Cameron’s. Would Rafe have seriously hurt you? Would he have tried to do what he did that night?
“You want a beer or something? John B.’s got plenty,” JJ offered, pulling you behind him.
You surmised that this was John B.’s house, and as JJ’s fingers twisted between your own, you looked over your shoulder to see the other 4 watching you two. You looked around, something in you recognizing certain furniture and crevices. You thought about what Kie had told you after Rafe’s assault, and you hesitantly took the beer he offered.
“Am I…okay to have this? Kie kind of made it seem like I had a problem once.”
JJ’s face fell a bit, and the smile on his lips lacked humor. He softly chuckled to himself, and you could see that he was contemplating.
“She told you about all of that,” he sighed. “It’ll be okay. I’m here with you.”
His words reassured you some, and you could feel JJ’s gaze on you as he looked around. You knew that he was watching to see if you remembered anything, but you were sad to disappoint. You jumped when you felt him touch your arm, and you looked down to see him gently touching the slowly forming bruise that Rafe had left.
“It’s not that bad,” you quietly told him.
JJ gave you a look from beneath his lashes, and you supposed you understood. It didn’t really matter how bad it was, Rafe had hurt you. JJ lifted your arm, and you watched the way he brushed his lips across your bruised skin. You felt your heart skip a beat, and as you blinked, you had the faintest memory of kissing his own bruised skin once.
It was crazy to you to think that all the memories you thought were of Rafe had actually been of the guy before you. Even though you didn’t remember everything, JJ had saved you, and you would trust him even if you didn’t feel completely enraptured by him, right now. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him, and you had the strongest desire to get him to tell you everything about your relationship. You wanted to know every single detail, but in that moment…
You really wanted to know what it felt like to kiss him.
JJ was slightly surprised when you took his face into your hands, but the look in his eyes was welcoming, maybe even expecting. You could hear the others laughing outside around the fire, and when you closed your eyes, the sound was so familiar, so comforting. You smiled, and you felt JJ’s nose brush against yours. You brushed your lips against his once…then twice…
When you fully kissed him, JJ sharply inhaled, and his arm slid around your waist. You fully leaned into him, happily moving your mouth against his. Everything about him was so familiar. The taste of him, the smell of him, and even the sound of his breathing. One of his hands was on your face, and stars danced behind your eyes. You almost chuckled to yourself until you realized that it wasn’t the good kind.
You pulled away, frantically blinking, and JJ’s face was pinched in concern as he frowned at you.
“Y/N?”
You swayed, and you held onto him tight as the room started to tilt. You heard him call Sarah’s name, and your brain wasn’t computing why he sounded so far away even though he was right in front of you. His hold on you was so tight that you didn’t even slip, your head lolling backwards as your eyes rolled towards the ceiling.
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Meta: Timerra and Tellius
Timerra’s (belated) birthday gives me an excuse to talk about one of my favorite Engage topics: the parallels between her and various Tellius characters.
(Spoilers for FE9/10 and FE17.)
The obvious place to start is Ike. As Timerra’s personal Emblem, his build and paralogue in Engage focus on turning defense into offense to endure and protect others. This synergizes with Timerra’s Sandstorm ability as well as her priorities as Solm’s future queen.
Compared to other Emblem summonings in the game, the scene where Ike is summoned is quick and to-the-point. The Solm royals are highly competent, with a wide spy network, and already had a plan in place for when Alear shows up. They have a healthy wariness they don’t immediately display, as they welcome Alear with open arms while secretly testing if they are the true Divine Dragon. By the time Timerra meets Alear, their identity has been confirmed and bandits are already attacking, so she jumps straight into action to get Ike’s help and protect the village.
I’m sure Ike would approve of her no-nonsense approach and her focus on keeping people safe, especially after all of his own bandit fights. He has no patience for bureaucracy or noble trappings, but he understands the need for discretion when danger and politics are involved (see: his own ‘sometimes you have to fool your allies’ maneuver in RD part 2), so I think he would appreciate how the Solm royals handle this.
But you don’t have to take my word for that. Between Timerra and Seforia saying they always wanted to meet him, Timerra calling him family, Ike telling Fogado that Solm castle reminded him of being with the mercenaries, and his first Somniel dialogue saying that he already misses Solm, I think it’s safe to say there’s a lot of natural fondness between Ike and the Solm royals. Is there any wonder, when one of Solm’s main norms is accepting people regardless of their origins, possibly Ike’s defining ideal?
My favorite example of this is when Alear’s origins are revealed, and Timerra and Fogado have some of the most affirming reactions:
[ID: Four screencaps with the following dialogue toward Alear:
Timerra: What matters to me isn’t how you were born. It’s what you do with the life you’re given.
Timerra: If you choose to live as a Divine Dragon, then that’s what you are!
Timerra: Nothing’s changed as far as I’m concerned. The you that’s in front of me—that’s all I need.
Fogado: The people of Solm don’t care about origins. We care about the you NOW. And you are amazing.]
This aspect of Timerra shines throughout her supports, most notably in her relationships with Merrin and Panette. Their love and loyalty toward her stems from a time before they even knew she was a princess. They both see her as a beacon in their lives, as they wished to escape the confines of their pasts and find new futures for themselves. Timerra saw them for their ideal versions of themselves—Merrin as a chivalrous knight, Panette as someone who isn’t caught in a destructive cycle—rather than the situations they came from. Her acceptance helped them create those realities for themselves.
Anyway, unrelated to the above, just a completely random pair of images that don’t make me cry at all:
[ID: In a screencap from Engage, Timerra is saying, “No matter what’s happened, you’re still you. Let’s go save the world, Ike!” In a screencap from Path of Radiance, Ike is telling Soren, “No. It doesn’t change anything. You’re still you, Soren!”]
Another example is Timerra’s attitude toward Veyle. In the main plot, she’s one of the few main characters to express distrust toward Veyle even after the truth is revealed. However, once Veyle has proven herself as an ally, Timerra is extremely friendly toward her in their supports, with Veyle appreciating how Timerra treats her like any other friend rather than a Fell Dragon’s daughter. Again, this is reminiscent of Ike’s blend of skepticism and treating everyone the same.
I think it’s also interesting that Timerra struggles with conflicting desires for freedom vs. connection, as shown in her S support. Despite Ike’s love for people, he doesn’t always deal well with the responsibilities and expectations that get placed on him, and his ending shows he shares some of her wanderlust.
Timerra: When we connect with people─you know, really bond with them─those bonds make us stronger.
Timerra: I mean, our closest allies help us do things we could never do all by ourselves.
Timerra: That’s powerful stuff. But those bonds─those friendships─can feel like obligations too.
Finally, one of my favorite parallels between Ike and Timerra is a shared charm point: the fact that they live as they please, regardless of what others think, while also acting like everything they do is super obvious. An extremely ‘have your cake and eat it too’ mentality that I can only respect.
Alear: Still, you never cease to amaze. You take it upon yourself to help root out bandits…
Timerra: What, is that not normal?
Timerra: I’m just protecting my people. I thought that’s what royalty was supposed to do.
Alear: You say something completely radical like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
Timerra: Hahaha! That’s my charm!
Ranulf: Well…a little crazy, yeah! I’ve never worked for a leader who’s as blunt and straightforward as you. It’s pretty shocking to have a commander who doesn’t care what anyone thinks, no matter how powerful they are.
Ike: Well, that’s just my style. I don’t have to be like someone else, do I?
Ranulf: Why are you so confident? I don’t get it. Normal beorc just do what people tell them and try not to make a fuss. But not you. I heard you even yelled at the apostle!
Ike: Yeah, that wasn’t my brightest moment.
Ranulf: Then again, worrying about a beorc like this is definitely not normal laguz behavior. I guess I’m a fish out of water myself… Wait, did I just call myself a fish?
Ike: Wha–? Ha ha! You’re a cat, remember!? I thought you ate fish. Ha ha ha!
Okay, that last bit isn’t relevant, but I just want to highlight that while Timerra and Fogado talk about how serious Ike is compared to them, they would definitely enjoy his secret love of bad puns. Here’s a bit of Timerra’s own sardonic humor that brings Ike to mind:
Alear: What?! How do you eat that much?!
Timerra: Oh, you know. Open my mouth, bite, chew. I won’t bore you with all the details.
Of course I have to mention their love of meat, even if I don’t find that to be an important part of Ike’s character. What I will say is that Ike is shown in his supports with Oscar to have a genuine appreciation for artful cooking, so I think it’s neat that Timerra is one of the best cooks in the army. It’s also endearing that she feels bad for cooking around Ike when he can’t eat, though he tells Fogado the smell is enough.
Next, I want to talk about a couple of characters who aren’t in Engage: Mist and Elincia. I adore that the focus on Timerra protecting Ike flips his dynamic with both of these ladies on its head. Speaking of protection…I believe that Mist and Ike’s relationship mirrors Timerra and Fogado’s, with their fond, casual banter. It makes sense, since both duos are close in age.
Interestingly, despite Timerra being Fogado’s older sister, he is as protective of her as Ike is toward Mist. In Fogado’s case, he seems to almost see himself as Timerra’s retainer, given that he will one day be her advisor. He travels around to prepare himself for this role. Timerra, however, doesn’t always like this, as she wishes they could hang out more and that he would be more candid with her. While they’re clearly close, the distance still leaves her lonely.
Though it’s a different situation, Greil’s death puts Ike in the role of Mist’s protector at the same time that he gains dangerous responsibilities. He also takes it upon himself to get revenge on their father’s killer. She stresses that she does not want him to do these things if it means she’ll lose him, too, and as the game goes on, they lose some of the lighthearted dynamic they had at the game’s start. Having already lost her parents, it’s easy to assume Mist feels lonely in this circumstance. She even has her own protective streak toward Ike, such as in her battle conversations with the Black Knight and Ashnard. Like Timerra, Mist wants to stay close to her loved ones and protect them, and she joins the fighting to that end, even learning swordplay despite being a healer.
Despite their troubles, Mist and Timerra share a bubbly personality. They tend toward optimism and try to hide their cares them. Their sunniness gets them and others through tough situations. However, those around them still want to be able to support them even when struggle with being vulnerable.
In my opinion, some of Mist’s designs evoke Timerra’s, such as in the colors and flowing accessories. While the clothes aren’t super similar, I think the two of them would definitely enjoy going clothes shopping together. I also think they’d like to sing together. Timerra’s silly songs may be a far cry from the galdr that Mist and Elena safeguard, but that would suit Mist just fine.
Possibly my favorite character to compare Timerra to, though, is Elincia. Timerra’s bangs and the fact that her hair is tied up even follow in the character design traditions of Elincia and other characters in her archetype, such as Nyna and Guinevere. Granted, Timerra’s ponytail is a lot looser than those other characters, which is an excellent design choice as she has a much more free-spirited personality.
Still, Elincia once upon a time was not so different. She grew up in secret, frolicking in the countryside with no expectation of becoming queen. As a result, she did many things most princesses didn’t do, such as chores, horseback riding, and sword fighting. It’s commented many times that due to cultural differences as well as Timerra’s own personality, her lifestyle and activities are often at odds with what others expect from a princess. While their allies might find both princesses strange at times, they end up trusting and supporting them due to their approachable natures.
Elincia is shown to have a playful streak in PoR when she is reunited with her retainers, around whom she feels comfortable enough to drop her more stately personality. On the flip side, while Timerra is more frequently playful, she never forgets her role. Even her more casual supports show this, such as when she susses out Ivy’s weakness during a camping trip, or interrupts a training session with Diamant to ask if he believes peace is possible. Many of her exploration quotes show this as well, with her referencing the other nations’ politics and even in her response if her allies die.
“My brother, my stewards…gone. It’s so cruel. But as the future queen, I will not crumble!”
Elincia and Timerra’s upbringings contrast with each other, since Timerra has always known she would be queen. Her free-spirited nature stems from Solm’s ideals and the role of its government. After Daein invades, Elincia has to travel incognito, giving her a chance to learn about the world. She develops a strong desire to protect her people. The endpoint of her character development in PoR is where Timerra is already at when we are introduced to her—Timerra has been training and traveling incognito and is ready to defend her country. Regardless of where they start, Elincia’s compassion and resolve are reflected in Timerra, who only wants to make her people happy and believes the best way to do that is to get to know them, so she can better understand and protect them.
The games’ plots present challenges that test both characters’ resolve. While Elincia has to make a variety of decisions, the one I want to highlight comes at the end of RD part 2, when Lucia is taken hostage. Elincia is told that Lucia will die unless she gives up the throne to a usurper. However, she refuses. Despite the sacrifice of someone dear to her, she will never give up on protecting Crimea. In the end, both Lucia and Crimea are safe, but it has nonetheless been demonstrated what Elincia would do under that pressure.
I thought of this when I got to one of my favorite moments in Engage, when Timerra and co. have to take back the palace from the Elusians. Hortensia holds her mother hostage, assuming Timerra will bend and hand over the Emblem rings. However, doing so would doom Solm along with the rest of the world. Timerra refuses to back down, and she saves her family along with her country.
[ID: Five screencaps alternating between RD and Engage. Elincia and Timerra look resolved, while Lucia and Seforia as hostages look on proudly.
Elincia: But I will see Crimea through this trial. I will give my people the future they deserve, no matter the cost.
Timerra: So threaten us all you want. Take my whole family hostage, if it makes you happy.
Timerra: But I stand for Solm, and I always will.
Lucia: People of Crimea... Behold a true queen! YOUR queen! Long live Queen Elincia!
Seforia: There she is, the future queen of Solm. And her ally, the Divine Dragon.]
Back to characters who are in Engage: the other Tellius Emblems. As with Elincia, Micaiah is presented with a series of trolley problems throughout RD. There’s a big focus in the Tellius games on making decisions for personal vs. political reasons, and whether to prioritize a loved one/a situation that is right in front of you over the bigger picture, and I think this is most complex with Micaiah’s story. This is highlighted when Sothe is held hostage and she is told to stand down to save him. This recalls the situation I already discussed with Timerra.
Like Timerra, Micaiah is a tactical thinker who has to foresee long-term plans as well as use strategic approaches in situations where she’s outnumbered. Micaiah ends RD as Daein’s queen, despite not being brought up for that role and having traveled in disguise, getting to know and love Daein’s people. Again, this fits with Timerra traveling around incognito and being passionate about protecting Solm.
Timerra expresses that Solm didn’t reach out for help when Sombron returned because they’d have to return other nations’ support when it was taking all of their efforts just to keep Solm safe. This brings to mind Micaiah’s conflicts, as she has to make difficult decisions to protect Daein from Begnion’s occupation and the blood pact, which sometimes involves rejecting outside help when a situation is too complicated, such as in her 3-13 battle talk with Ike.
Unfortunately, Emblem bond supports don’t have the scope for these sorts of complexities. However, I was tickled by the fact that Timerra invites Micaiah to sing with her, as a reference again to the Galdrs.
Speaking of bond supports…I don’t have anything deep to say about Timerra and Soren, but just look at how precious they are:
[ID: Two Emblem Bond screencaps. Soren is bowing with his hand over his heart, and he and Timerra are smiling at each other.
Soren: You’re the princess of Solm, is that right? I thank you for protecting Ike.
Timerra: He’s told me so much about you. I expect big things from you, talented advisor!]
Her careful approach to protecting Ike’s ring won the trust of someone with deep trust issues and a protective streak toward Ike, aww. They’re friends in my files every time. It’s also sweet that she wants to understand him and Ike better by learning about the mercenaries. I know she loves her moodier Emblem pals, but I’m sure she’d feel right at home with the whole rambunctious crew, like how Ike felt at home in Solm.
While this post is long enough without going into depth on Yunaka, as Micaiah’s guardian she also has a combination of Tellius influences, between her obvious parallels to Yune and Sothe as well as some of the themes of Micaiah’s character. Micaiah’s introduction, with her calling out to Yunaka, even mirrors Micaiah hearing Yune’s voice. For these reasons, I really wish she and Timerra had talked. I think Timerra’s simultaneous hidden wariness and acceptance of people regardless of their backgrounds would definitely play well with Yunaka’s arc. Fogado, as someone who shares Timerra’s ideals, certainly had a positive influence on Yunaka in their supports with his compassion. Plus, can you imagine the silly phrases Timerra and Yunaka would invent together?
I’ll end this before it strays too far from the main point, but I hope someone else enjoys these observations! Timerra is my favorite Engage character, and since Tellius is so dear to me, noticing these connections definitely made her character even more special.
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Hey guys, so if you know Baldur's Gate 3 this is an AU for that with Hardenshipping but it's really fucked up. I will explain why it's fucked up below the cut.
Maxie is a High Half-Elf Warlock (his patron is Groudon), and Archie's a Human Fighter <3
Also I just realized this is the first time you have seen me draw Archie seriously lmao my bad guys I'll try to draw him again soon
I took a ton of inspiration for various things for these designs, including Guile for Archie's armor bc I love Guile sm!!
(More info and our dumb AU lore under here - No BG3 Spoilers I promise <3)
I'm going to tell you this now... this gets really fucking crazy and honest to god I know I'm going to have a hard time explaining this. It WILL be quite long and I WILL be yapping.
This AU is really just something we did on impulse and it's really fun to mess around with, so I'm hoping you all will enjoy the concept as well :)
I'll try to explain it simply as I can. I thank you in advance to all who sit here and read this ily sm if you read it all <3333
Anyways, okay so imagine how one could do a bg3 AU for these two fuckers...
And throw it right out the window because you'll never guess how me and my friend have done it.
The Backstory:
This all started when my friend decided to play BG3 for the first time, and he jokingly said to me "Should I make Maxie our main character??" and I replied "I you want, but I won't force you" and thus BG3 Maxie was created, and his misadventures began.
Now your probably wondering (if you've played the game) what about the guardian?? Who did we make the guardian?? Well, we made Archie the guardian. However, I did not know just how wild this idea would get within the next few days.
So, eventually we realized how crazy the BG3 lore actually is (it's a like fucking DnD campaign idk how we didn't realize this beforehand), and so, we jokingly started our own "AU Lore" that ties in with the BG3 Lore.
If you really want to know, I have an entire note in my notes app dedicated to keeping track of what happens. It is very long.
The Parasite:
Now, if you've played the game or know anything about it, you know about the Mindflayer parasites. Well, one fateful day, me and my friend joked that the Parasite in Maxie's head was this little freak who looks like Archie.
The two have no correlation other than looks, its completely coincidence and it's not a mimic situation. The Parasite "Archie" does nothing but talk nonsense to Maxie all the time, and initially the bit was that he only talked about Fortnite. All because I made the joke that the dream realm in game looked like a fortnite update. By now, that bit has fallen off (thank god), replaced by just general nonsense and lies.
Also he fucking looks like this:
Weird little freak. This is just one of his talk sprites I have, this is just his neutral expression.
So basically it's:
- Maxie was supposed to be on a Geology research trip, but instead he got dragged into the Parasite issue with the rest of the companions. He really just wants to get home to Archie.
I am the one who handles everything for Maxie in this AU, I do his voice, I handle his lore, etc.
- Parasite Archie is this 1 foot tall, neco arc-esque version of Archie that sits on Maxie's shoulder and tells him nonsensical things. He also says Maxie's name wrong, he says Maxie's full first name and pronounces it as "Maximilliam" instead of the "N" at the end. For Maxie it's like handling a toddler but the toddler fights back, doesn't shut up, and threatens your life. He also has a ton of his own lore that my friend continously adds on to, so I can make another post with just the parasite's part of things.
My friend handles everything with the Parasite himself, comes up with the lore, does the voice, etc. I simply keep track of it.
- The "dream visitor" version of Archie is not real either. It's linked to the Parasite in ways that if I get into it, I will spoil a good chunk of the game. Sorry. Just know you can consider this and Parasite Archie kind of as one in the same almost.
- The REAL Archie is still at home, completely unaware of what's happening, while Maxie is fighting for his life. He does miss him, though, and hopes he gets home soon. He and Maxie are only boyfriends, they haven't gotten married yet. (They also haven't been through their rivalry yet, as this all takes place before that happens.)
Sorry for the convoluted yap sesh, I just have more art planned for this stupid AU and- God I cannot possibly just post this shit with no context. Like, I'd have to explain it eventually so I might as well do it now beforehand yk 😭😭
I might do separate posts with our HCs and some silly conversations that have happened between Parasite Archie and Maxie if you guys would want that :)
Also, I do have all of the sessions from where my friend plays the game recorded and I'll be sure to post some clips of what Parasite Archie sounds like eventually, possibly with snippets of my shitty Maxie voice in there as well. You'll get to see the talk sprites in action with that, too.
#nugget's yapping again#apologies in advance to all the bg3 fans who end up seeing this shit im so sorry guys#nugget art!!#GOD THIS IS SO LONH IM SO SORRY GUYS#Parasite Archie#its official#he has his own tag now. god help us.#like i said ill make a separate post about Maxie and Parasite Archie so you can know more about them and their dynamic#hardenshipping#magma leader maxie#aqua leader archie#bg3#bg3 au
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