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somehow-a-human · 1 month

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Whose POV is it anyway?

An Introduction

DO NOT ASK NEIL ABOUT FAN THEORY

Cracking down on the storytelling of Good Omens season 2 through the lens of a changing narrator.

If you haven't read this interview with Good Omens cinematographer Gavin Finney, and you're interested in the fantastic dedication and detail that went into this TV show, definitely give it a read. Not only is it lovely, but Neil also posted the article with a caption mentioning that it's got so many secrets in it. Obviously that made me take a closer look.

I have already gone into a fair bit of detail about the different Lens Filters that Finney mentions in the article in a separate post and I will be referring to them quite a bit so if you aren't familiar with them I would suggest reading that first!

This first post is going to cover the basics of changing narrator/POV's and I'll be writing additional posts for separate episodes/minisodes/scenes since there's obviously way too much to cover in a single go. So shall we take our first look?

It's no secret that something's a *bit weird* with season two, and there are SO many theories about it. I love to read speculation, metas, theories, and opinions, it's definitely fun but my personal ideas align more with the idea that we're simply being shown the events of season 2 through the memories of multiple narrators, different POV's, and it slightly skews the story, sometimes within one continuous scene.

I am also a sucker for a good multiple timeline theory but that isn't this post.

Lens Filters

As I stated above, I wrote a post about each of these individual filters earlier. What I didn't go into in that post was speculation about the filters. While I think they're pretty straightforward, especially the filter for hell (Black Pro-Mist ((BPM)), I think the other two have a bit more room for speculation.

Bronze Glimmer Glass

BGG was described by Finney as being used for 'bookshop scenes', but after S2 back numerous times and paying as much attention as I could to the lighting and colouring of the scenes, I think this is generally true but not always true. There are times when bookshop scenes seem to use a different filter, and other locations also seem to be shot with the BGG filter as well. I think BGG aligns with Aziraphale's POV. Or if Not Aziraphale, an outside-of-Crowley narrator? Based on the scenes (which we'll specifically get into in other posts) which BGG seems to be used, context clues, character behavior, etc, I think BGG clues us in that we're seeing, if you will, through Aziraphale's eyes.

Black Diffusion FX

BDFX was described as being used for 'Crowley's present day storyline' and fuck me, that's not ominous or weirdly phrased at all Mr. Finney! This filter definitely aligns with Crowley. Most of the time he's separate from Aziraphale it seems that this is the filter being used, and certain scenes switch filters mid-scene when he begins to go off on snarky Crowley-centric commentary.

Catch-22 & Herzog

The books on Gabriels bookshelf, great books obviously, but I think books that are also meant to give us context about the story. Pride and Prejudice is a love story about making snap judgements on someone's character, and coming to recognize somebody might be good despite their title or appearance. The Crow Road is a story about life, death, love, morality, mystery, and God. 1984 details the tragedy of Julia and Winston's attempt at falling in love while living under in a police state. You see my point?

That's why I wanted to touch a bit more on Catch-22 and Herzog specifically when talking about the possibility of changing narrators/POV's in Good Omens 2.

Catch-22 frequently switches narrator and the events described are often not necessarily sequential. This way you're getting information about previous scenes as the story continues, so while you're reading the book you're forming a more complete image of the events as the story continues from different characters POV's and iterations of the story. Sound relevant?

Herzog is the other book I wanted to talk about. To be fair I haven't read Herzog in full like I have Catch-22 but I pulled out my copy to reference and flip through a bit to remind myself. Herzog unlike Catch-22 doesn't switch narrators but the narration by the main character, Herzog himself, switches between first and third person throughout. When he is narrating through his letters, you get a deeper look at his thought processes and emotions. It also relies on flashbacks to bring context to the life of Herzog.

While these books touch on other elements that are relevant to the Good Omens story, namely Yossarian's relationship and views of God in Catch-22, the way these stories are told intrigued me for this context.

Crowley's Hair

Yeah I'm gonna mention the hair, because I think the hair is linked. Crowley's shorter sideburns, trimmed mutton chops in the 1827 flashback, and shorter Job wig seem to be clearly aligned with the BDFX filter/Crowley's POV as far as I can tell. I don't know if this means it's just another way to denote POV, but it seems way too consistent not to mention it. The longer sideburns, fuller mutton chops, and longer Job wig all match up with Aziraphale's POV or the BGG filter. My thoughts here are that his hair is another hint of who may be relaying the information to us, AKA is it internal or external. I am making my best guesses though and there are still some situations that I feel less sure about. For example, when Aziraphale takes the Bentley to Edinburgh and Crowley is in the Bookshop with Jim his sideburns are long, is it because he's remembering these scenes unreliably? Is Aziraphale imagining the events? Is it because Jim is present? A brief fluttering thought I toy with from time to time is the fact that in the before-the-beginning scene they are long, and what that means in context of the rest of the season.

S2 Promo Posters

Finally this set of season 2 promo posters showing the characters thoughtfully considering scenes in their heads just gives me a lot of these POV vibes.

I'm planning on doing individual posts for specific scenes, episodes, and minisodes that require detailed breakdowns. I'll update this list with links as the posts are finished!

POV "Your 'Something's Wrong' Voice"

POV a Trip to Hell and a 25 Lazarii Miracle

POV a Companion to Owls

POV The Dirty Donkey & I think I Found a *Clue*!

POV Bodysnatchers & Cosplaying a bookseller

POV 1941

POV The Ball

POV The End?

Whose POV is it Anyway - a Conclusion

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undreaming-fanfiction · 2 years

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Steve is many things, but he's not a liar. He might not always tell the truth, sure, but that's either because of his stubborn denial of things or because people simply don't ask. However, if he's asked directly, he will absutely not lie.

Autumn of 1986 finds him in deep friendship with Eddie, except it's not just a friendship for him, it's love. Plain and simple. But Eddie never asks and Steve doesn't push it because having Eddie as a friend is much better than not having him at all. All is well, they still wrangle the kids, smoke together, see questionable movies. Eddie graduates, but he still sometimes does special campaigns for Hellfire when the kids ask him.

It happens more often than not that Steve barges in at the most inconvenient moment, glaring at Eddie. This time is no different. "I swear to god, Munson, will you ever finish your game on time? I've been sitting outside for half an hour and it's cold as hell! One more time and I swear I will strangle you!"

Eddie just smiles sheepishly, but before he can answer, Mike, puberty in full swing, rolls his eyes. "Oh shut up, Steve. You love Eddie."

And Steve doesn't deny it. He just redirects his frown at Mike and adopts his best pissed off mom posture. "So what if I do, Wheeler? You guys are still late! I'm not freezing to death for any of you!"

There's loud clattering of dice as Dustin drops his on the floor and then bangs his head on the desk when he tries to pick them up. Lucas, Gareth and Jeff are gaping at Steve and Mike is, for once, speechless. Will has the gentlest smile on his face and looks at Steve as if he was his hero. Erica snorts and mumbles "well, duh."

Eddie just stares at Steve and accidentally flips his DM screen. He keeps opening and closing his mouth and his pale skin is turning a very non-metal shade or pink.

And Steve doesn't see anything wrong with what he said because he doesn't lie, it's as straightforward as that. "If you have enough time to stare, Munson, you also have enough time to wrap up whatever monster hunting you have going on. I'm getting tea to thaw myself and then I'm leaving. You have 30 minutes."

None of Eddie's campaigns ever wrap up this quickly, but he outdoes himself. One "youliveasheroesinmemoriesofthistownandlivehappilyeverafterbye!" later, he basically barges into the kitchenette while the kids pack their stuff and secretly try to eavesdrop. And Steve just stands there, leaning against the counter with a mug in hand, as if he just hasn't dropped a bomb on Eddie's understanding of life, universe and everything. "So," Eddie begins and his voice croaks because he's not ready for this conversation, but he's not running away this time, "when were you going to share with the class, Steve? I mean me? The l-love thing?"

Steve just sips his tea, unbothered. "Preferably never, but Wheeler just had to push it, the asshole," he sighs and meets Eddie's gaze. "Look, it's not a big deal, it's my shit to deal with. Nothing has to change for us, but I'm sorry if it makes you uncomfortable."

Eddie just blinks. "Did you just call your love for me shit?"

"Um, no." Steve shakes his head. "But you have to admit, unrequited feelings are kind of shit."

And Eddie just throws up his hands and screeches "see Steve, this is why you do share these things because you misidentify shit!" and before Steve has a chance to ask for translation, Eddie kisses him, muttering between breaths how he's going to murder Steve for every week, day and hour that he kept this to himself. Steve is surprised, but also happy and they spend much longer in the kitchenette.

When they finally come out, hand in hand, Mike gives Steve the most shit-eating grin of his life. "Hey Steve," he says, voice smooth as honey, "you're late."

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steve x eddie #steddie brainrot #steddie drabble #steddie fanfiction #strangerthings #strangerthingsdrabble #stranger things drabble #mike wheeler #dustin henderson #will byers #lucas sinclair #erica sinclair #hellfire club

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megvmins · 1 year

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moments with wind breaker men

some bf headcanons with my fav troublemakers.

includes: vinny, jay, dom, owen, joker

warnings: suggestive

author's note: I fell in love again and I need to share my Wind Breaker headcanons with the world. I wanted to add more but I might just do part 2 for the rest of the boys. likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated! 🫶

VINNY: it's notoriously well-known that waking up sleeping Vinny is impossible unless he can smell something delicious or hear people talking about food. that being sad, it is also absolutely impossible to get out of his embrace in the morning. arms hugging your waist, his chin resting on the top of your head and your legs intertwined, there is nowhere for you to go. once Vinny actually wakes up, he plants a soft kiss on the top of your head (but if you mention him doing that he will deny it like his life depends on it) and only then will he let go. your favorite past-time has to be annoying him because his reactions are always priceless. for example when you two are brushing your teeth side by side and you end up pulling faces looking at him through the mirror. it's all worth it just to see him almost spit out his toothpaste and throw you a death glare that softens into a loving eye-roll.

JAY: cooking with Jay is one of your favorite moments. if you weren't a good cook, Jay is the perfect teacher thanks to his patience, so even if you mess up he wouldn't get angry (but he might make the cutest puzzled expressions over the possible catastrophes you manage to create while working on a fairly straightforward beginner friendly recipe). those puppy-like faces just make u wanna smooch him and he definitely doesn't mind. that being said, he is frustratingly proper and won't just ditch the cooking for a make-out session (his mind is definitely running with ideas but his self-control is something to behold, unfortunately). he will just resume cooking, this time standing right behind you and guiding you through your second attempt. just know he knows what he's doing and that you did not learn anything while he was in such a close proximity and all you could think about was how nice it feels to be in his arms and that his shampoo smells amazing.

DOM: everyone knows that Dom got really passionate about biking and now his mind is literally filled with it and nothing else. but exams are coming up and he is in great need of intervention to not repeat the year again. you'd think helping him study would be pretty straightforward but it's definitely not. half the time you just find him gazing at you with heart eyes and content smile. sometimes it's necessary to just bonk his head with your textbook to bring him back to earth. but can you blame him? he is just really curious about the new chapstick he saw you use. so to motivate him to study you have to bet something on the line and suddenly he is back to being the Mr. Passionate everyone knows him to be. it only takes the promise of a few kisses and his motivation is back in overdrive.

OWEN: Owen is great at distracting you. if you are having a tough time or just need to do something to forget about your troubles for a bit, he is the best person to go to. he's going to search up places to take you to – pretty cafes that are absolutely instagram worth and shopping trip that will make your feet hurt and your closet overflow because he will not hold back. if he sees your gaze linger on something he is pushing it into your arms to try it. it's definitely not just a treat for you, don't be mistaken. he loves seeing you show off the items and bonus points if you need him to help you zip something up. he plays it all cool and suave but his fingers are shaking a little bit, he takes his sweet time with it and then he makes sure to send you a naughty smile with a compliment that makes you weak in the knees.

JOKER: Joker isn't really a fan of having you attend his underground fights. it makes him uneasy, thinking he will scare you away and that you might be used against him if someone decides to look for his weakness. that doesn't stop you from showing up anyway and patching him up. at this point you are both used to this silent dance of you cleaning his cuts and cooling down his soon-to-be-bruises. when you finish up, he brings you closer between his thighs and hugs your midriff since he is usually sitting down before you and rests his head on your chest/stomach listening to your calming heartbeat. before he let's go he whispers soft “thanks.” and offers a faint barely there smile that somehow still manages to make your heart skip a beat.

#wind breaker #windbreaker #windbreaker x reader #wind breaker x reader #vinny hong #vinny hong x reader #jay jo #jay jo x reader #dom kang #dom kang x reader #owen knight #owen knight x reader #joker #joker x reader #wind breaker joker x reader #wind breaker headcanons #moon writes

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ruiniel · 2 months

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What You Choose

Fandom: Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba

Pairing: Rengoku Kyojuro x f!reader

Count: 2K

Rating: T (M later)

Part I

Summary: Rengoku survives the fight with Akaza, but some battles are not so straightforward.

Tags & Warnings: Rengoku lives AU, blood, injury, death, pining, angst, second person POV, demon slayer!reader, tsuguko!reader, Rengoku POV, eventual smut

Author Note: I am not OK and will never be OK about *waves hands* all that, so this is now a multichapter story.

II.

“Once again, you’re a guest in my healing ward.”

Kocho Shinobu speaks softly, as is her manner. She's seated by his bed with the afternoon sun shining gently on her features, highlighting the amethyst in her hair and eyes.

“I seem to be the only one,” Rengoku replies, looking at the empty infirmary. He’s still bedbound and can barely move his limbs. It hurts to breathe more often than not, and there’s a dull ache where his left eye used to be.

Her kind smile never falters as Kocho looks at the liquid in the syringe she’s preparing. Rengoku always admired her decision to honor her late sister this way, by holding on to that smile Kanae loved so much. After all, everyone has a keepsake of their loved ones in their heart, driving them forward. Memories, moments, words that hone one’s spirit and meld with determination, acting as a guiding light in the darkest places. He knows this all too well.

“At least you won’t be lonely during your convalescence, those three have been coming here every day, even before you’d awoken.” She giggles, seeking a vein in his arm.

Oh, of course… young Kamado… the boar lad, the yellow-haired boy. All of them gifted, resilient, and unwavering. He’d promised to train them, but…

That was… before.

Another image appears before his mind’s eye, drenched in fog—you, running towards him. He, ordering you not to interfere. “Kocho. Tell me, please. How long before I can leave this bed? What is lost, what can I regain?”

She sets the used syringe aside on a tray, then places her hands on her knees. “My, my, impatient already?”

Rengoku tries a smile of his own, though it hurts the muscles in his face. If not for the strong sedatives and painkillers administered to him since he regained consciousness, he imagines he’d be squirming in pain. “I want to self-assess myself. Besides…I have promises to keep.”

She understands. He knows she does. The Insect Hashira gazes out the window, and a small sigh leaves her chest. “Your fatal injuries have been healed by the peculiar blood demon art of young Kamado’s sister.”

He nods. Remarkable. He thought that would be his last battle, and he’d have passed without regret into the land of Yomi. Nevertheless, his gratitude is boundless.

“... your muscle and organ tissue has regenerated and there was no internal bleeding. However, there is still some damage to several vertebrae in your spine, severe trauma to your head I’ve not fully assessed yet, and you have eight fractured ribs.”

“Hah, I can feel them, too! I miscalculated by one, I thought there were seven.”

She looks his way, with that odd expression people sometimes have when he sounds unreasonably high-spirited. He supposes not everyone shares the same outlook, and that’s all well. But what use is there to bow down in dismay and accept the worst life throws my way?

“Your left eye was smashed, and irrecoverable,” Kocho goes on. “We removed it with surgery and placed an implant inside to fill the empty eye socket. The recovery period in these cases is typically a year, as now you must adapt to your monocular status. But this also depends on the individual, and… this might mean alterations to your fighting style, of course.” She rises and picks up the tray. “I’m convinced that with time, you can return to a state allowing you to perform your duties. For now, please rest, that is a foremost priority.”

My friend, you know all too well that time is never on a demon slayer’s side. “Thank you, Kocho.” She is right, though: he does feel exhausted, as though he’d climbed a mountain without rest or ever reaching the summit. Expected, though bothersome.

“We’ll do our best to help your recovery. Aoi will return later to change your bandages,” Kocho adds.

Rengoku turns his head as Kocho greets someone on her way out, and sees you, standing in the doorway. “Hello.”

“Hello.”

“You heard?”

You nod, nearing the bed. “Ms. Kocho told me of it all while you were asleep.”

“I’m sorry.”

You tilt your head in bemusement. “What ever for?”

“Because, I won’t be able to help with your training for a while.”

You’ve been at his side often. While in a coma, even if he couldn’t react, even if his body wouldn’t listen, he knew you were there. The thought is a warm one, a foreign sensation: different from the heat bursting in his body during a fight. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t look forward to your visits even now, to see how you’re faring, to hear the latest news on the Corps.

“No,” your voice brings him out of his thoughts, “but that does mean I can help you. When you’re ready, that is,” you add quickly. “With rehabilitation training.”

“Of course!” The fatigue in his body is stubborn, clinging to him like heavy wet wool. “And… I don’t believe I’ve told you this yet: I’m happy you returned safely.”

You look away, appearing utterly miserable. It confuses him. Rengoku’s seen that shadow in his father’s eyes countless times, so often he can’t stand it: self-loathing.

“Forgive me, Master. I should have been able to do more, after all you strived to teach me. I… I could barely be of any use.”

But you were there, you helped protect all those people. You did your part. “You were unflinching, fast, and aided those who needed it precisely like I taught you. You are rank Kinoe, and what's your demon kill count?”

“Thirty-two.”

“There… now that I think about it, even without further guidance from me or anyone else, you’ll make Hashira soon! Our numbers are dwindling while demon activity increases. You’ve seen it. This is a struggle that needs all of us.” Rengoku pauses. The word ‘need’ felt odd coming from his mouth. But the statement is true. Why does it feel incomplete when he says it to your face?

You look down at your hands. “How can you do it?”

He blinks, frowning. “Do what?”

“Be so supportive and encouraging even when you’re lying broken in an infirmary bed. Sometimes… sometimes you are so very strange, Master.”

You do say that to him often, though less so than before. A smile trembles on your lips—it took you a long time to smile again, he recalls.

“I merely speak the truth…” He can barely stay awake. The slow drip of liquid in the IV infusion is magnified, drowning out all other sounds, and your face becomes hazy as he drifts away.

Three years prior

The path of blood leads straight into the farmhouse, looking as though someone had been dragged inside by force.

His eyes narrow, and he centers his breaths as he walks forward with his blade drawn. The silence of the glade is eerie, the reek of decay nauseating in the heat of this humid summer.

Soon, he stands on the threshold. Two, there might be two of them. Near the farmhouse is a toolshed, he’ll look there next. Rengoku covers his mouth with his sleeve, eyes closing in pain.

The bodies lie there, some with scattered limbs. This was a family, no doubt about it. The brutality of the mutilation makes his stomach turn, but Rengoku steels his resolve, extending his senses for any hint of the entity’s presence: there is none. He sheathes his katana and enters the space proper. Three hours until dawn.

He descends to one knee, finding the fireplace in the middle is out, but the ashes are still warm. The tatami mats are sticky and stained dark. This all transpired recently. He reaches out a hand, touches an inert arm: not yet cold. Too late, I am too late. But I’ll find you, wherever you are, you damn beasts.

It’s only due to his reflexes, honed with endless hours of training, that he turns around fast enough, leaping backward before the descending attack.

At first, he thinks it’s the demon, his katana at the ready.

“Don’t you dare touch them!”

He pauses, nearly too late in avoiding the second strike. A girl’s voice, a human’s heartbeat. His arm shoots out, catching the wooden staff in a strong grip.

You’re panting, eyes wild and glimmering in the moonlit night. “Let—go!”

“Wait, I’m not an enemy!” he says, taking a better look at you, still holding your makeshift weapon even as you try to wrest it from his hand.

“How do I know that! Demon!” Your voice is hoarse. Half your face is caked in drying blood, and there must be multiple injuries on your body judging by the torn clothing and the widening dark stains.

“I’m not a demon,” he speaks calmly but urgently. “I hunt them. Please, they may still be close.”

You jerk your chin towards a corner of the room. “I had him… I don’t need you. Get out of my home!” you yell, more desperate with each word. “Get out, get out, get out!”

Another body lies there in the dark, slitted pupils dark against its milky eyes. The head had been nearly completely crushed. Rengoku freezes in disbelief. You did this? Alone? “Wait, you don’t understand, there’s another—”

A loud crash severs his words as the ceiling collapses, and he barely has time to leap forward, catch you in his arms, and throw himself outside. He rolls onto the ground, pain erupting in his left shoulder with the impact. When he opens his eyes you’re there, safely held against him, face tearstained and body rigid with shock.

But there’s no time to explain further—he feels it. The gurgle of inhuman hunger as a figure emerges from the wreckage of the farmhouse, eyes fixed on them. It does not speak, but growls in hunger; it must be of the feral kind, no reasoning left as the transformation rotted its memories.

Rengoku rises, changing his stance. “Stand back,” he urges, looking over his shoulder at you as you struggle with your own body. He looks back ahead, grinds his teeth, his breathing attuned to his thought.

First Form: Unknowing Fire.

It doesn’t last long. He’s been running from mission to mission, dispensing with different kinds of fiends, and this was yet another run in a long chain that will only end with his own life.

Once the head is removed, the battle is over. Sometimes there is someone left to check on after the fact; often, there isn’t. But now, Rengoku hurries towards you, descending and slipping a hand under your back, aiding you to sit. “Where are you hurt?”

“Thank you,” you say instead, eyes glazing over. He hopes the Kakushi will get here soon. You point towards your ruined home. “Set it ablaze… please.”

“Hey, hey, stay awake!” Rengoku urges even as your body turns heavier and your eyes roll back.

He expected this to come. Kneeling and with his forehead pressed to the ground he sits still, prostrated before the leader of the Demon Slayer Corps.

A voice like the lull of spring reaches him, setting his worries aside. In his heart, he thinks he’s done what is right.

“Rank Kinoe Rengoku Kyojuro, you are summoned to explain why you have brought a non-combatant to headquarters, instead of having the Kakushi transport them to a civilian hospital.”

“Master, the girl shows extraordinary potential. Her family has been murdered by demons, and yet she managed to fell one before I arrived, alone, despite grievous wounds and bloodloss. Forgive me if I overstepped, but I believe…”

“Go on.”

“I believe once her body heals and her focus returns, she will join the fight. I believe she will want to. If I'm wrong, I accept all consequences.”

“You sound fairly convinced of this, young Rengoku,” says Ubuyashiki Kagaya. “Though there is no reason to know for certain one way or the other.”

He stays quiet, his heart raging in his chest. It will all depend on you, of course. You may want to have nothing to do with this.

“But… you’ve not failed us thus far. I will allow it.”

“Gratitude, Master.” And then, almost in the same breath, “If she chooses this, I will guide her myself.”

TBC

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer x reader #rengoku kyojuro #rengoku x reader #kny #kyojuro rengoku #kny fanfic #ruiniel:fanfiction #x reader

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torukmaktoskxawng · 4 months

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run away with me

Pairing: Nor/Sarentu!Reader

Warnings: Spoilers for Avatar Frontiers of Pandora, fluff, angst, mentions of brainwashing and residential school trauma

Taglist: @mooniequeen

A/N: No one has requested me to write for AFoP so I decided to take matters into my own hands *cracks knuckles* Let's get to work.

This is basically my rendition of the cutscene you see when playing the game, after the title card. I made it lean more toward the angsty, romance play that we were robbed of when the game finally came out XD Enjoy!

Part 2

When So'lek told you that Nor had left Resistance HQ to have some time to think, you knew you needed to seek him out.

Using your new abilities and talents to track him down, it didn't shock you when you found Nor on one of the highest cliffs near the base of their new home. You remember he made a comment earlier about how there were more colors on Pandora than he remembered and how he had no names for them. You suspected he'd be all the way out here, admiring those colors and maybe trying to invent new names for them.

He didn't react when you approached the small fire he made, likely expecting you to come find him. He turned to face you with lowered ears and a forlorn look in his eyes, "What must our ancestors think of us? Do you think they pity us? Sad to see what we've become?"

"We're still Sarentu."

"Teylan barely speaks our tongue, but then... he always preferred human words."

"Alma says we all need time to adjust."

"Alma is not Na'vi." He growled lowly, turning away to kneel down in front of the fire.

You weren't deterred by his attitude, knowing Nor better than you sometimes knew yourself. He felt things stronger than most. He was passionate about what or how he felt and he wasn't afraid to admit it, hence why he didn't shy away when he proudly proclaimed his feelings toward you. It was years ago now, just the night before Alma snuck you and your friends into cryosleep to wait out the war. All that time you could've been with Nor... lost to cryosleep.

Nor felt the same loss as well, and that is why he wasn't wasting any more time. When neither of you are out on missions, you're with each other, safe at HQ, making up for lost time. Your relationship is technically still new and can easily be chalked up to young love, but Nor didn't see it that way. He claimed that was the way only Sky People saw it, but not the Na'vi. He wanted to do this right, and in his mind, the only right way was the Na'vi way.

So he asked So'lek for advice, on standard Na'vi customs and what the older man might know about the Sarentu ways to court someone. Nor was determined and straightforward about what he wanted to make sure you only got the best treatment. The Na'vi treatment, something that you deserved to have when you were younger but it was taken from you.

That's what you loved about him, growing up beside him. He reminded you so much of your sister at times with their shared determination as kids, though you refused to continue making that comparison after she died... afraid that if Nor acted too much like Aha'ri, then he would die just like her. You couldn't bear to lose him, too, not after everything Mercer and TAP have done to you.

Even now, as you two stood on top of that cliff, you were afraid of losing him, either to death or to life, should life and fate decide to tear you two apart. You wished you could vocalize your fear to him, but you were never as brave or as straightforward as Nor. You were grateful he had approached you about his feelings first, or else neither of you would've ever known.

Although you were not one with words, you were one with actions, and even Nor knew that you communicated with deeds.

Walking up to him, you slide your hand over his shoulder, and while he doesn't say a word, trapped with the demons in his head, he places his own hand on top of yours, a gesture of gratitude. He was thankful for your comfort, knowing that your way of communicating stems from being touch-starved and you would rather voice your thoughts through your actions instead of just saying them because, to you, that means so much more.

You keep your hand on his shoulder, the warmth of his palm bleeding into your skin while you look up and over the cliffside, admiring the scenery with a sad tone in your voice, "Why did the RDA come back?"

"They wanted more of Pandora," he responds with defeat, "They always do."

"Then we'll need to fight," you express with determination, squeezing his shoulder, "Aha'ri would have wanted us to fight."

You try to pull away, but Nor is suddenly too fast. He grasps your hand, gently, and you pause in your movement. He stands to his full height to gaze into your eyes, trying to relay what he's thinking without saying a word. But he wasn't like you. He wasn't good at sharing his thoughts through actions. He was better at it by talking, so that is what he did.

"Or we could run," he suggests and is quick to continue when the expression on your face falls, "Leave this place. Find somewhere else to call home."

"We've talked about this, Nor," you sigh tiredly, recalling not long ago when you, him, Ri'nela and Teylan were all sitting around a fire as Nor suggested they could all run away together. You express the same thing you said back then, too, "Alma brought us here for a reason. She believes in us."

He snarls, though there isn't much heat behind it, "Alma just wants to control us."

Not even you believed what he was saying, lowering your voice to a comforting whisper, "Alma is not Mercer. She actually cares about us as People."

"She left us."

"She thought we were gone."

He steps closer until he's nearly pressed against your chest, his hands sliding up to gently grasp both sides of your face, entwined in your hair. His voice wavered, desperate eyes staring back into yours, "If it were me instead of her, I would've clawed through the rubble of TAP, and I would've looked forever. Un... until I knew for sure if I lost you or not."

You wanted to be touched by the statement, your heart fluttering in your chest while Nor could no doubt feel your heartbeat, pumping through his hands as they rested near both sides of your neck. You shake your head slightly, "That is different. What Alma feels for us is not the same as... as what you feel for me. For all of us."

He shivered, almost proud that you managed to admit your confidence in his feelings toward you. He leans his forehead against yours, breathing in the same air as you while he matches the intimate moment with a whisper, "Exactly. I can't trust Alma with my family. I can only trust myself or you to take care of the four of us, to ensure we stick together."

You wet your lips when they felt dry, deciding to play into his dream for a little bit, "Suppose we did run away... where would we go?"

'Wherever we want! All of us,' he wanted to say the same thing he told Teylan down by the campfire, but he says it differently with you, "Anywhere, far away from here."

"Just the four of us?"

"The four of us," he confirms with a nod, thinking that he had you convinced, "We'll start our own clan. We'll renew the Sarentu."

"And what will happen when the war eventually finds us?"

Your question drives Nor to freeze, and so you continue, "Either Mercer, RDA, or TAP, it won't matter. They'll find us. You know they will."

He unfroze finally, huffing with determination, "Then we will fight."

"But if we fight now, and we win, then we can leave and we will never have to worry about the Sky People again," your hands moved until they were wrapped around Nor's waist, a bold move to match his own, his fingers still wrapped up in the hair on the back of your neck,

"We would never have to keep running or look over our shoulders ever again," you continue, "If we can end this sooner than later, I will go with you. I'll go wherever you want. But... But I can't leave now knowing what the Sky People are capable of. I can't leave knowing that there would be another child out there whose clan was wiped out and I wasn't brave enough to stop it from happening. I would never forgive myself."

Your words stun him into silence, and the intensity of his gaze causes you to feel shy and embarrassed, lowering your head to avoid him until his hands pause your movement. He gently uses his thumbs to push your chin to tilt back up, and when your eyes meet, he pauses for a moment, his intense eyes scanning your expression before his lips twitch up into a small, fond smile, "Heh."

"What?" You tilt your head, hesitant but smiling as well.

"Nothing. It's just... Aha'ri would be proud of you."

He says it so confidently that you know you believe him, and his words make your heart swell with pride and grief, missing your sister. Nor leans back and digs in the pocket of his pants, "I have something for you."

"What is it?"

He provides a carved stone, bearing the mark you both have on your face to signify your long-lost clan, "It's something to remind you of me, whenever you leave HQ and I cannot follow you. It's also a promise."

"What promise?"

"That if I ever leave, it will only be when you are ready to come with me," he leans back into your space, pressing your foreheads together once more as he closes his eyes, taking in your scent, "This time, my love, I go wherever you go."

You clutch the stone in your hand, wanting the carved mark to brand into your skin as you close your eyes as well. You already plan to tie Nor's stone into the songcord So'lek had given you, and you hope that in time, the songcord will grow, and there will be many more milestones to signify. Milestones that you hope that Nor and your friends will share with you, as Sarentu and as your family.

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Who is your Future Spouse?👀 PAC reading.

Hello people. Welcome back. Choose the picture that you are most drawn to. There are 3 piles. I will describe your Future Spouse's Personality. Close your eyes and choose your pile intuitively.

Hello Pile Number 1

Your FS is someone who may exude an aura of innocence. They may be a child at heart and some may even call them naive no matter what age they are. They are curious and approach life more scientifically. They may appear younger than their age. They have a unique sense of styling. They’re a pure-hearted friend, loyal, and see the best in everyone and everything. Even though this person has been hurt in love and friendships, they’ll still have hope for humanity.. Aww, they are quite the charmer, get ready to be swayed by them when you guys meet. They are active and sporty. Might be suffering from anxiety also. hey love the thrill, and they live on adrenaline. Their style is flashy and sexy. Regardless of gender, they love attention. This person is very mysterious and might be often misunderstood. They are constantly evolving just like death and rebirth. They could have a complex relationship with money and wealth.

Signs- Aquarius, 11th house, masculine, fiery energy, Scorpio, and Capricorn.

Hello Pile 2

Hello, my major arcana pile. Your FS is someone who is a very happy-go-lucky person. They might have recently closed a very big karmic cycle and are making their way out of it victoriously. In a nutshell, a good description of their style is YOLO (you only live once). It is a reflection of their approach to life, which is to live it to the fullest while they can. They might have been born into a privileged family or are wealthy themselves. They are nurturing, kind, and earthy. Will take care of you always no matter where you are. If you’re inquiring about somebody who identifies as male, they’re very comfortable embracing their feminine side, which means they’re secure in their sexuality, and hold healthy views on gender issues. This may be reflected in their personal style. Their main trait is orderliness and like to keep things in order. Might be a leader of some sort. They have a very commanding presence. Very dominant aura and vibes. You don't want to mess with them. This person is in control, and most of all, he is in control of his own emotions.

Signs- Divine Masculine, Divine Feminine, Twinflames, Destined Love, Aries, Mars, Fiery, FIre. Earth, Aquarius, Scorpio, Tauras, Jupiter, and Venus.

Hello Pile 3

They are very brave and are not afraid to take steps that no one has taken yet. Wants to make their own path and they do it no matter what other person has to say. They are master of soft power. Brave yet diplomatic. They can face any difficulties life has to offer them because they believe in themselves. They have a healthy ego but they are also very much in control of their ego. Know themselves very well. They might be introverted and doesn't like to go out much. Their ideal day off would be spending the day alone at home. They like to keep themselves healthy, and very health conscious. Might be into Yoga and meditation. They also prioritize getting a good night’s sleep. This person may also believe in slow eating. They make time for self-care. They have armor around themselves and don't let their guard down in front of anyone. But once you get to know them they will show you their real self. They are honest and can sometimes come out as blunt and straightforward too. Doesn't like wasting time on small talk.

Signs- Air signs, masculine energy, Jupiter, Libra, and Leo.

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yois2aki · 15 days

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੭୧ chishiya realizing he's in love with reader... . ۫

chishiya shuntaro x gn!reader (requested)

— warnings: fluff, ooc chishiya, maybe a rough talk at the start, chishiya is just shy and in denial...

— summary: chishiya doesn't like being in love after experiencing it for the first time.

— word count: 1.3k

it's irrational. it's irrational and a waste of time.

chishiya believed he had long ago lost all his will to live. he was barely capable of feeling simple human emotions after viewing firsthand how ruthless those same human beings can be to each other.

children die everyday due to the crazy prices of medicine their parents can't afford. women are abused and sexualized and after speaking up somehow it is their fault. lives are taken away only for the fact that others seem more valuable to the society. people choose money over their own loved ones. he's seen it all throughout his course of life, his job as a future doctor not helping the attempts he would make to distract himself from this reality. this is what made him so emotionally distant.

chishiya couldn't comprehend why people took their lives so seriously, trying their best to make it out alive of the deathly games they were condoned with. anyone could die at any given moment, doesn't matter if they are in the borderlands or not. after all, unless you have money and power, in a few years no one will remember who you were.

he considered altruism useless, prioritizing his own life instead of others. if he could help someone who was at the doors of death with no negative outcome, he'd choose not to interfere, knowing that same person would die sooner or later.

and in truth, you were the complete opposite of him. if he had to define altruism in a word, he would say your name.

you made no absolute sense in his mind. so why did he feel so attracted to your mindset? why did he want to constantly learn more about what you believed in? and why did he feel so different around you?

chishiya had never felt this way about anything. so when he realized how his heart fluttered when you looked his way, or how his smart head unlearned how to properly think when you both had a deep talk, he was nothing more and nothing less than afraid. afraid that what he was feeling for another human being was love, a big flaw in the borderlands.

sometimes at night he'd ponder about how things would have turned out if he had met you in the real world. if things would have been easier there, and if he wouldn't be as afraid.

"do you like them?" kuina asked, straightforward as usual, as he stared endlessly at your back from the other side of the main division of the beach. "if you like them, you should date."

"i don't like them." he replied sourly, not bothering to bat an eye towards kuina, knowing well she'd have an eyebrow raised to show her uncertainty to what he just affirmed. "i just think they're smart, is all."

chishiya knew deep down he was lying, but he couldn't get his mind wrapped around the fact he might be falling for someone, his only visible option at the moment being denial, denial and denial.

"they could die at any moment," kuina said, a hand moving to her dummy cigarette as she kept chewing on it, now her eyes were also on you. "you should tell them about your feelings already."

"i already told you i don't have feelings for them." chishiya rolled his eyes. kuina had always spoke what comes to mind and it wasn't something chishiya liked about her, especially when it was directed towards him.

but he couldn't help but stop for a while, as his mind betrayed him and let his heart take over. was it that obvious? he definitely didn't like you, he just resonated with your standards, that's it. or maybe it was a small crush, and something he didn't want to ponder a lot. he would get over it in about two weeks.

which obviously wasn't true. actually, his admiration grew stronger, but now not only honing on your mental capability, but also your physical features. you were exactly his type, he had to admit.

he could be planning something devious inside his mind, or imagining ways he could make the stupid militants shut up for once. but all it would take was a glance at those sweet eyes of yours, staring deeply right onto his, and that damned cute smile — which he learned to love hate — you give him when you both walk past each other in the halls, that his mind would completely fly elsewhere. all his deceitful schemes he spent so much time and effort coming up with late at night, now long forgotten. everything that occupied his mind being you.

before he could realize it, he was standing awkwardly on one of the halls for the hotel rooms. he was probably going to his own, until you showed up and flashed him a quick smile of sympathy, moving the opposite way from his and paying not too much mind.

it was such a simple activity, something he used to do with his colleagues on the real world, or even with strangers that were having a very nice day. yet his face felt like it was on fire, his heart about to leave his own body, and his legs couldn't work anymore. suddenly your voice was heard from behind, and he could only freeze completely.

"chishiya?" you sounded honest, a bit of worry present on your tone. "are you alright?"

shivers went down his spine as he, for once, didn't know what to say. typically, when someone has a crush, all they want to do is to spend time with them. but for some reason, all chishiya wanted you to do was get out of his way. perhaps it was due to the lack of care he received throughout his entire childhood, but he didn't like this feeling. being in love was terrifying.

but he guessed it had to happen someday. everyone falls in love, and it ended up being his turn. it wasn't something he was used to. love wasn't an exact thing, like maths or biology, that's based off of facts. it all depended. he couldn't predict the outcome by reading your body language or solving equations with an abacus. everything was subjective.

he took a deep breath and didn't move from his position, instead focusing on letting his voice come out as nonchalant as possible.

"mhm." he mumbled, immediately wanting to punch himself in the face.

he bit his lip in embarrassment. no one would ever answer someone with "mhm" after being asked about their doings, especially not him.

"are you sure?" you asked again, moving closer to him to check on his face.

as soon as he heard your steps, he started moving himself, his body betraying his heart. he tried hiding his face with the hood, as he walked slightly faster than you.

it didn't take long for you to notice he probably didn't want to talk, so instead you just stopped and watched his back move further and further from you.

"i'm..." he started, his face turning to the side to let you know he was speaking to you, his feet not stopping. "i'm getting something from my room. goodbye."

and with that you were left alone and confused on that same hall, after he made a turn at a corner and went who knows where. you had never seen chishiya this nervous, but didn't fret too much about it, instead planning on asking kuina what was going on later.

in truth, chishiya had rushed to his bedroom and closed himself inside with the key he created since locking doors wasn't allowed at the beach. his back stuck to the door, as he breathed in and out frantically. he had looked like an idiot and knowing he did it in front of you didn't help.

this was chishiya's first time being in love and according to his analysis, he hated it.

— a/n: CHISHISYSTATYAAAAA </3 the day i write something not cute about chishiya help me because i might not be myself... i love him i need to see him pathetic rn..... hope u guys liked it!

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scientia-rex · 6 months

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Stats 3

We're going to clarify one VERY, VERY important concept today, kids. And that concept should be pretty straightforward, but I've seen grown-ass researchers get it wrong before.

Sample vs population.

A population is all of the people of interest. Sometimes that means "everyone in this city" and sometimes it means "everyone who has this health condition" and sometimes it means "every human in the whole world."

Let's say I want to know the average lifespan of all humans. I can't get that data, can I? There's no beautiful centralized database where every single human being's age at death is recorded. It just doesn't exist.

So I'm looking at data where I can. I'm in the US. That means I can try to get access to various databases that may contain that information. But let's say I'm not affiliated with any major research universities, which, at present, I am not. So now I'm even more limited in my ability to get data.

So I started recording the age at death of every patient whose death certificate I sign. I sign a fair amount of these.

Now that's my sample: my own patients who die. This is a lot of steps removed from the population. The data I get from this will be virtually useless for answering my original question.

If I were at a major research institution (an R-1 institution, at least in the US, is a university that gets a large amount of grand funding for research), I might have access to a larger database. It's still probably going to be mostly US deaths, which might not have a lot in common with deaths around the world. Maybe I have databases from a handful of countries. A European death database. An Indian death database. Who gets counted in that? Who's dying somewhere with someone who will know and care and record it?

The idea of there being a true average age of death, a number that, if I chose one moment in time, it would be, is represented by the population mean: the Greek letter "mu,"

which you can take to mean "the thing we really want to know, but are forever separated from by the simple realities of research."

And in a distinct glow-down, what we get is simply the sample mean. X bar, which is to say, an x with a line over it. x̄.

What we want to know and what we can know are almost always different. Sometimes a lot, sometimes a little. Isn't that poetic? Isn't it terrible?

I love statistics, even when they're tearing out my heart.

#dr. kristophine's listicles and statisticals

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Thinking out loud...I'm both relieved that Hunter wasn't singled out by The Collector to go through these horrors...yet ofc curious what it may've looked like.

Nonetheless, his mind would be unleashing nightmares upon him even after Belos's death.

C-PTSD nightmares seem to have three flavours (going off my own experience..this isn't textbook or researched, as a disclaimer).

There are two kinds that have the theme of immediate danger.

First is the type where you yourself are being physically threatened. I don't want to choose the more graphic violent ones for this post but an example I can cite is being arrested and thrown into prison. Those got me on pretty high alert and idk, it was like this I guess:

Second would be the ones where you can't save someone else. Those hurt and yes, they pack a nasty punch. I've only had this type once as far as I can remember. But poor Hunter would have it worse since Belos could literally puppet him to be the one to harm the best friend he loved most:

The relational ones, though? That involve being blamed and/or abandoned, with no physical threats? Those are where you are in touch with the shame, which in a way makes it the worst of all three in my opinion. Because the deep sense of shame is the aspect of the condition which you can't reason your way out of using impersonal logic...in the way that you can e.g. come up with an escape plan or hold off an assailant.

The most memorable one was being in a dark room, almost entirely pitch black, seeing my 5 or 6-year-old self looking at me like this:

and because you just know stuff in dreams, I knew she was demanding an answer from me, as to why I wasn't there for her to protect her.

And holy smokes this was freakier than the first two categories. Because I had no adrenaline in my system, and somehow this third kind of dream always takes place in narrow spaces where I can't sprint and run elsewhere. Brainnnn, whyyyy?? Therefore I couldn't even give myself an adrenaline rush from fleeing anyway if I wanted to. (Idk if anyone else experiences this?) The first two kinds always took place in wide spaces e.g. underground parking lots and forests.

A similar nightmare involved an abusive family member whom I was trapped on a small boat with, and I had to listen to him demean and minimize me all over again while I was stuck, and I somehow didn't make myself just jump off the boat to swim away.

This type of nightmare is the one that can get me upset for hours after I wake from them, while with the others I get out of the shock a lot quicker for some reason.

For Hunter...it would involve Belos, other Grimwalkers, his friends and others such as those he previously worked with in the Castle, blaming him and judging him in his nightmares. Worst is if Flapjack does the same to him and rejects him. And I apologize for this angsty train ride but...but...he might see those poor lost palismen all over again, since it points towards the profession we see him thriving in, during the epilogue sequence...:

*drags this lost child to therapy sessions*

So yeah. The first two kinds are a more straightforward fit with how C-PTSD changes a person's neural networks and primes them to act relatively calmly in actual physical crises. The high price paid is, the person therefore struggles once things become safer (e.g. arguing with someone who is actually a safe presence), in some twisted unfair form of compensation. This is seen in how Hunter's triggers properly emerge once he's actually physically distanced from Belos: Labyrinth Runners and For the Future are the main examples.

It is painful and difficult, only becoming easier once the person has built a solid support network and can repair their own relationship with themselves.

In fact, my body sometimes feels as though I strangely want such a thrill e.g. riding in an ambulance all over again, a re-enactment of those times of high alert, because they are still more 'comfortable': rather than having no choice but to experience and accept that ingrained sense of shame, process it, and ride the wave instead of simply throwing a punch at it or evading it. Wanting that thrill is our equivalent of wanting a "fix", I guess.

Safe to say, this is why the canon Watching and Dreaming moments that hit hardest are the (false) blaming statements that Luz's friends direct at her. Because the ultimate test is whether the dreamer believes those or not.

#toh hunter #hunter's cptsd #the owl house #okay to reblog. I was just rambling #get the boi all the hot cocoa

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vampdes · 1 year

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— “SAY YOU LOVE ME!” [you want him to stop texting? stop sneaking into your house? stop proposing to you? oh darling, you must be joking! you love him, just as he loves you and nothing, he means nothing, will ever change that.]

GENRE. headcanons + short story, unhealthy fluff

PAIRING. delusional!yandere x gn!reader

CW. lowercase intended, entrapment, marriage, death [murder], unhealthy fascinations / infatuation / ideals, forced marriage.

NOTES. he’s an expert at being delulu, but he knows u love him so it doesn't matter lmfao <3 n yes, two yanderes in a row. hope u enjoy!!

“say you love me, [name]! say it, say it, say it! i know you do, i know it, so please, feed into my desires and say it! i’ll be all yours, just as your wish, if you say it! i love you, and i know you love me too! so say it dear, say it for your husband.”

DELUSIONAL!YANDERE who is infatuated to the brim with his darling! you are just entirely too much for him sugar!

he knows that when you tell him not to text: you want him to call! aaa, sweetheart! that’s so adorable ⁠♡ you always want to here his voice then, yes? you’re too much for him!

DELUSIONAL!YANDERE who knows your just as cute as you are naive! you say he’s a friend, but he knows that you know that the two of you are married! he proposed, remember? you gladly said yes and kissed him all throughout the night! he might just propose again to get such treatment from his darling!

sweetheart, you want him to stop following you? oh..well you could’ve just asked for him to be your house-husband straightforward! but you being so cute about it just makes him more excited!

DELUSIONAL!YANDERE who dreams of you. he dreams fantasies of you and him, knowing that they’re already true ⁠♡! yes, sometimes you beat around the bush to get him to stay [you didn’t even need to ask!] and sometimes you are a bit mean to him, yelling at him to get out and leave you alone, and you always throw the ring he gave you to the ground! proclaiming that the two of your will never be wed, not in a millennia—but, you are your mood swings don’t hurt him one bit, darling!

it just means he’s not giving you enough of something–attention! that’s what it is! oh darling, don’t be so moody just for him to give you some more attention! your way of begging is wonderful, but he does have to tie you up and put duct tape over your mouth sometimes, he doesn’t like your profanity :( and stop calling him ‘monster’! you wanted this, you begged him for his love! he’s not going to just take it back from you, you wouldn’t like that!

DELUSIONAL!YANDERE who believes that your ‘friends’ are in the way of the relationship you two have. he has heard the things they say about him: he’s sick, dishonorable, disgusting, even. and you don’t try to defend him, do you not love him? no, no he mustn’t doubt your love! if you did the same to him, he wouldn’t like it, so he must trust you wholeheartedly! however, your friends? they’re in the way, and he knows how to solve those issues.

DELUSIONAL!YANDERE who didn’t expect such a disrespectful response from his darling! just because he is coated head-to-toe in blood doesn’t mean you can’t hug him. darling, why are you backing away? why are you calling his a murder? you know how he feels about name-calling! stop these actions at once and just come here! come in his arms!

DELUSIONAL!YANDERE who knows in his heart that you’re joking. “they did nothing! they were just being honest, and you know that you’re a sick, monstrous bastard!” darling, what did he say about profanity? yes, yes, he knows that you haven’t entirely warmed up to the idea of marriage! but another reciting of vows should do the trick, yeah? nevertheless, another night in the basement should teach you that just cause he’s your husband doesn’t mean he tolerates any behavior!

DELUSIONAL!YANDERE who apologizes for his actions! he’s sorry, sweetheart, he knows you don’t like it in the basement. those cold, dark nights that you spend down there—those cold, dark nights without him. you don’t like it, and he’s sorry, but you had to be taught a lesson! you are not allowed to talk to him in such a way, no matter the fact he’s your beloved or not!

darling..darling? why are you crying? why are you pushing him away? “i don’t want this!” what? why are you motioning to him? he’s your husband, of course you want your husband! “please go, i don’t love you–i don’t! i never wanted this, i never wanted you! just because we–we had something in the past doesn’t mean we’re each other's future!” ..oh, so that’s how you feel? how you’ve felt this whole time? you’re not in love with him as he is with you, are you? no, you’re not. a lesson should be taught, no?

“you’re going to spend–” he shoves pillows and blankets down the stairs, along with a gallon of water and some frozen food, “–the rest of your days down there!” he says, motioning to the basement. he looks at you with a face of disgust and grabs your collar, ignoring your kicks and pleads for him not to leave you down there once again. he pauses, looming over you with the feverish anger within him boiling down, and looks between you and the door to the basement. it seems cold, dark, and freighting, you wouldn’t last a day in there with the food he gave you. so, he’ll give you a chance, a chance to be in a comfortable bed, a chance to be in his arms, and a chance to be with him forever.

“say it.” he whispered, kneeling down in front of you, placing his hands on the sides of your face, cupping it, “say you love me! just say it, and we can live within each other’s warmth forever and ever! i know you love me, you know you love me! just—just say it.” he seemed desperate, he pleaded for you to say three simple fucking words! why can’t you? just why? just fucking why?

was all of this fake?

“i–” sweetheart, you can do it! two more words love, just two more! “—can’t.” all this buildup, and for what? “i’ve given you chance after chance after chance! and you can’t give me this one thing in return?”, he sighs, letting out a disappointing laugh, grabbing your collar once again. he dragged you towards the door, a distasteful looks aligning his face as he looked at you. “one you learn that you love me as much as i love you, i’ll let back with open arms, okay darling?”.

he blew you a kiss, before swiftly locking the door shut. you heard the repeated clicks of the locks, even the occasional key, as he locked it. you banged on the door, scratching it, wanting your freedom to be handed back to you. but that would be a touch one to get, no?

you can’t have what you don’t give.

#dan.writes #x male reader #x female reader #x gn reader #yandere x male reader #yandere x female reader #yandere x gn reader #male yandere #yandere oc

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bookaddict24-7 · 3 months

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REVIEWS OF THE WEEK!

EVERY WEEK I WILL POST A VARIOUS REVIEWS I’VE WRITTEN SO FAR IN 2024. YOU CAN CHECK OUT MY GOODREADS FOR MORE UP-TO-DATE REVIEWS HERE.

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8. That Time I Got Drunk & Saved A Demon by Kimberly Lemming--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

First five-star read of 2024 🙏🏽

My friends have read this book and LOVED it, so I don't know why I'm lowkey surprised by how much I enjoyed this. I thought it would be a cheesy and slightly boring read (I didn't read the synopsis, okay? Sue me.) But what I got was SO far from that. Full of adventure, heart, sexual tension, and hilarious sass, I found myself laughing and paying rapt attention.

I loved the MC and her responses and commentary. I can see myself re-reading this just to highlight all of her sass. She's one of those contemporary characters set in a fantastical world that helps keep these kinds of stories light and fun. There's a scene where the demon just stares at her like "Okay, so we are definitely getting married" and I don't even blame him. This woman is a BADASS.

I loved their exploration of their world and how quick it was. Some readers might want more setting development, but honestly? I'm happy with how light and straightforward it was. I also really liked the side characters and how the demon just takes out anyone he wants, especially if they threaten the MC.

This was fun and everything I wish that other cozy fantasy book had given me. The new editions of the other two books have already been preordered 😌.

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9. The Thing About Jellyfish by Ali Benjamin--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

THE THING ABOUT JELLYFISH perfectly encompasses the tortures of middle school, the changing of the people we once called friends, and the effects of grief and how a child's mind may twist in ways that might help them comprehend the reality of death.

Ali Benjamin does a fantastic job of drawing out the history of her MC and her friend. The way they both changed and how the MC came to choosing to stay silent verbally for the majority of the book. Watching her trying to find reasons for why her friend has died was heartbreaking. I can't imagine being a parent in that situation, where you know you can't help your child comprehend the change in their reality.

Also, middle school is a cruel place for a lot of kids (hi, I was one of its victims) and the levels of evil some of these kids get up to is truly astounding. It broke me a little watching this friendship fall apart and this poor, young MC having to remember the last moment she saw her friend alive.

Sometimes things just happen and this whole book is, ultimately, a great source for children grieving. Life can be messy, confusing, and sometimes heartbreaking. Benjamin's novel is beautiful and this is another one of those middle grade books that I think adults AND kids should be reading.

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10. The Skull by Jon Klassen--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

If no one has read any other Jon Klassen books, then they're in for a surprise. If they have, then they'll recognize the eeriness of his writing.

You can't tell me that the hat books aren't creepy (there's a couple of pages where the big fish CLEARLY eats the little fish in the long grass). This guy is morbid and props to kids' authors who can write a book both for kids and adults.

The artwork was beautiful as always and the story was a very, very quick read. Perfect for those 5-7 year olds who want to try something themselves but don't mind a talking skeleton or skull.

This also got reeeeeeal dark at one point and I was just thinking of how some of the Gen Alpha kids are.

Highly recommend--especially for those littles who love a little spooky with their bedtime stories.

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11. The Fiancée Farce by Alexandria Bellefleur--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Romantic, at times funny, spicy, and full of characters I wanted to punch in the dick, THE FIANCÉE FARCE was entertaining from beginning to end.

Much like many of my reading experiences, I jumped into this without knowing what I was getting myself into and imagine my joy and surprise when the trope of "marriage of convenience" popped up. I loved watching these characters fall in love with each other, and I loved seeing the thwart the horrible people in their lives. I also loved that one of the MCs has a massive love for reading (shown through her family's bookstore).

Was this the best romance I've ever read? Not really--it had some pretty obvious climactic points and some very over the top villains--but it held my attention and I fell for the couple. I loved that one helped the other find her confidence that had been stripped from her at a younger age.

One of the things that keeps me from giving this a five star rating is how...in a bubble this story feels? Like, we meet other characters as they serve their purpose (as is the usual) but if they're not in the scene, it's like they don't exist. There's one scene where one particular character doesn't speak and it's a pretty pivotal moment for the reader to pay extra attention because this is a huge hint about this character, but Bellefleur doesn't even hint at it? It's like that character is deleted from the scene. This is like taking the adage of "when you're with me, I only see you" and using it to the max.

Other than that, this was an entertaining and sexy story of proving assholes wrong and falling in love despite you believing that you're not deserving of love. Highly recommend for enough looking for a cute romance full of family drama and fake relationships!

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12. Ana On the Edge by A.J. Sass--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Such a powerful story!

One of my favourite messages that ANA ON THE EDGE could potentially give young readers that it is OKAY to be in the process of trying to figure out who you are, but also that it's okay to not have all of the answers at once.

We see the MC struggle with their identity and their relationships throughout the whole book, especially because their world has always seemingly had such clear cut gender norms (Ice skating is a huge part of her world). I can't even imagine trying to find who you are when everyone around you is imposing who they think you are on you.

I also enjoyed that we got to see some of the more pivotal relationships in the MCs life and that messy in-between with friendships when big changes happen--like sudden schedule changes, or new friendships blossom. While this book tackled pretty big topics, I liked that its core it was still truly an MGLit book that explored the importance of friendships and keeping the good ones alive (even when life gets a bit hectic.)

Finally, I adored the relationship between the MC and their mom. I loved that they were a team and even though it took a little bit of time, they had some good communication between the two of them. There were some heartwarming moments and I loved seeing them understand each other better as the story progressed.

I think this is another great LGBTQ+ book to have in my back pocket for when I need to recommend great Queer books to readers!

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13. Mindy Kim & the Birthday Puppy by Lyla Lee and Dung Ho Hanh (Illustrations)--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

It's been a while since I picked up the last MINDY KIM book but this was just as cute as I remember the last two books being. There were some moments that made me tear up a little, but I'm just an emotional mess sometimes.

I loved seeing Mindy come into her own with her brand new puppy. A couple of my best friends have a puppy and as I read Mindy's adventures (or misadventures), I thought of how difficult it was for my friends to parent a brand new puppy. This is a kid's book, so I'm not surprised Mindy was able to be so successful so quickly, but in reality, puppies are a lot more work than what was shown here. BUT this didn't take away from the story at all! I love that this could be a really great resource for littles who want a puppy, but need a further understanding of the responsibilities behind it.

And much like the last two books, there were some important topics explored here: how families might look, grief, multicultural traditions, and responsibilities one might take on.

Another great addition to the series and I'll hopefully be reading the next one soon!

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14. Suddenly by Isabelle Autissier--⭐️⭐️.5

I had a lot of expectations for SUDDENLY by Isabelle Autissier, but we all know expectations are sometimes the death knell of a story. The cover enticed me, the synopsis further pulled me in, but the clunky translation full of thesaurus-level words and the random time-jump totally took me out of the story.

Normally, I DNF books that aren't working for me because hi, I have a massive TBR to get through before I die. But I will give Autissier this: she wrote a very intriguing beginning to her book. I wanted to see these characters survive and thrive in their new environment. A morbid sense of intrigue had me continuing the story as they mercilessly killed creatures I never thought someone could kill so coldly, and as they had massive introspection about their super privileged lives (and their first world ignorance about their importance in the grand scheme of things.)

These two characters were severely unlikable, but I couldn't help but get attached. I felt such a mixed bag of emotions towards the FMC and when the time jump happened, I felt further disconnected from not just her, but the story as a whole.

I'll be blunt: the second part of the book (or more like 3/4 way through the book) ruined this for me. I understand the importance of seeing the story of the "after" but I hated it. I think it went from being an interesting exploration of survival and humanity to the superficial experience of society marking you as a hero for surviving. I get that this is also the point: the further examination of how society is in (the character's) reality vs. the truths they realized about the societies they had grown in and how wholly unprepared they were for the battlefield of survival. I get that, but I still disliked it. From there, I felt like the story dragged and my attention wavered even more.

And don't get me started on the ending--the page I thought was going to be the last page was a better last page than the actual last page.

Overall, I liked the first half of the book. Despite the dark aspects, the gut churning choices, and the heartbreaking conclusion, I enjoyed that part. The second part of the book brought the whole story down for me.

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15. Fake Dates & Mooncakes by Sher Lee--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

FAKE DATES AND MOONCAKES was a pretty straightforward and easy read, but listen, it was FUN. This felt like I was experiencing a K-Drama or C-Drama. It was such a good time--the dramatic twists, the threats against the middle class guy dating the rich guy, and the CRAZY RICH ASIANS-like trip and event? Freaking amazing. LOL the love interest literally waits for the MC outside of his school standing by his Ferrari. This is juicy Asian-drama level stuff and I ate. it. up.

The romance was adorable and sweet and I won't lie, I sometimes forgot these were teenagers--not because of anything gross, but because these two were so mature in their actions and how they interacted with each other.

The familial relationships were so sweet and I loved how they clearly had each others' best interests in mind whenever something pivotal happened. They were adorable and I loved them.

Reading this was like experiencing some of my favourite Asian dramas again, with a dash of CRAZY RICH ASIANS. It wasn't an earth-shattering read, but five stars for solely being entertaining and making me smile with giddiness. If you want a cute gay story with some truly cute moments, then you might like this--especially as a read for when the warmer weather finally returns!

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Have you read any of these books? Would you recommend them?

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Happy reading!

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The Eighth Sense Eps 9 & 10 (Finale) Stray Thoughts

So we’ve come to the end of the road with this show. I’m sure, like I Told Sunset About You and I Promised You The Moon, this one will stick with me. It’s been a fun ride, and I’ve enjoyed meeting new people because of it.

Last time, we processed the aftermath of Ji Hyun’s near-death experience on the ill-advised surfing trip. The seniors from the surfing club were absolutely horrible about it, and were completely insensitive. Jae Won has retreated completely within himself and is barely interacting with anyone, except to beat Tae-hyung’s ass for talking shit about Ji Hyun.

Meanwhile, Ji Hyun is absolutely radiant after recovering and is in his confident era. He’s handing out L’s left and right. No one is safe! Jae Won has been avoiding Ji Hyun, but Ji Hyun came through for him in the disciplinary hearing and handed Tae-hyung yet another petty defeat. Ji Hyun then forced Jae Won to talk to him, only for Jae Won to disappoint all of us for trying to shove Ji Hyun away.

Episode 9

I am glad this therapist is being direct with Jae Won. I don’t know if that’s proper or not, but he needs to have his head yanked out of his ass on this.

I’m glad Ji Hyun has friends to talk with. They’re also forcing him to see beyond himself and interrogate why Jae Won is being so weird. They even came up with a plan of action!

For Yoon Won’s sake, I hope they manage to save the surf club.

Jae Won’s tired eyes are making me feel exhausted too. I love Ji Hyun’s determination to comfort, even if Jae Won instinctively pulls back at first.

I get Yoon Won trying to save the surfing club as something she can accomplish. Unfortunately, Ji Hyun and Jae Won are not going to out themselves to the university. Still, I’m glad Jae Won isn’t so out of it that he can’t comfort this friend.

Eun Ji declared war on Ji Hyun and came to win. Making out with Jae Won in front of Ji Hyun is a bold strategy. Let’s see how it pays off for her.

I’m deeming Eun Ji only partially successful. She may have driven a wedge further between our leads, but she did not succeed at getting Jae Won in bed. Jae Won sent her home so he could yearn outside of the bar Ji Hyun works at. A victory for the homos.

I am back to being a Joon Pyo fan. He’s been working overtime to keep Ji Hyun’s life intact and is still out here locating secret Instagram accounts.

I liked the time passage montage of Jae Won at school, though I don’t know why he’s showing more signs of life.

The camera gift along with the sketch was so touching.

Eun Ji is a liar who lies, and I’m proud of Jae Won for crushing her.

I love the Boss. Jae Won needs a firm kick to get out of his own head sometimes, and I love her straightforward nature.

I’m so glad a radio song request gets to play a role in this story. Hilariously, they chose Conan Gray’s “The Story,” which, I am too polite on Tumblr to elaborate on further.

This isn’t a Japanese BL, so Jae Won isn’t going to run across the city, but we know where he’s going.

Okay! They just went for it with that kiss! Love the enthusiasm, boys!

Episode 10 (Finale)

I always lose it a little bit for yin and yang imagery with the boys. So glad these two finally spent a comfortable night together.

Of course Jae Won left without a message and has his phone off.

Oh good, he was just with Joon Pyo. We should definitely take Joon Pyo out clubbing. He’s done enough for us at this point.

Oh, the classic tropes! Love when the older boy puts his jacket on the love interest.

I’m happy, too! This is the final episode and we’ve been in angst for three previous ones! We are going to make it clear! We are dating! This is new!

Great, the phone is ringing. Time to spoil the moment.

Whew, never mind. Yoon Won might be getting a job and the surfing club is active again.

I love gay people. “Admit you joined the surf club for me.” “Oh yeah? Admit you had a lighter the whole time.”

Ae Ri. She gets a plate.

Whyy are Eun Ji and Tae Hyung at this party??

Male friendships are so embarrassing sometimes. Petty threats into stilted apologies into something strangely earnest. Men were definitely involved in the writing of this project.

I’m glad Ae Ri will keep teasing Ji Hyun.

Bit Na handed Tae Hyung one more loss before the end. Good.

That’s right Yoon Won. Jae Won needs to know his true friends support his love life.

We chatted a bit about the forgiveness in the clown server, and I will say that I don’t mind Jae Won forgiving Tae Hyung and Eun Ji. It provides closure for all of them, and he can focus on the people that matter in his life now. Besides, celebrations are a chance to let go of things.

GOOD FOR YOON WON AND JOON PYO! GET. IT. IN.

I do like them having the question about who knows and who is allowed to know.

TIME FOR JI HYUN TO GLOAT TO EUN JI!

Look at Eun Ji also trying to be a proper senior for once. I still think she should apologize to Ae Ri, but we can’t get everything.

“Don’t just treat me as cute. You don’t know what’s coming.” YES INDEED, BABY BOY!!

Final Verdict: 9.5, Highly Recommended. This was a fantastic collaboration between a German director and Korean director. I think everyone gives incredibly accessible performances that convey the complex ideas within the story. Much is allowed to be shown rather than said, and conversations unfold naturally. I also think this show captured the experience gap between graduating seniors and freshmen really well. This show brought out a lot of familiar feelings for me in a gentle way. I think it’s one of the best things I’ve seen this year.

#The Eighth Sense #korean bl #bl series #lgbt tv #Ben watches

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rosy-posy-posts · 1 month

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— NOTES —

𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗟 𝗜𝗡𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡:

CHARACTER (FULL) NAME:

• Cross / Sans

NICKNAME:

• Mono (BY ROSALIE) • C (BY ROSALIE AND OTHERS)

DATE OF BIRTH:

• October 10th

AGE:

• 30

SEXUALITY:

• Bisexual

PRONOUNS:

• He / Him • They / Them

𝗣𝗛𝗬𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗟 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘:

HEIGHT:

• 6’1 FT / 185.93 CM

RACE/SPECIES:

• Skeleton Monster

TYPE OF BODY/BUILD:

• He is toned and muscular when summoning his ecto magic. The tint of the color is a vivid violet. (He is more like an inverted triangle shape for men. Cross is broad, developed chest and shoulders taper down to a narrow waist and hips).

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐇:

• PHYSICALLY:

» Cracked Eye / Bone Chips - The origins of these wounds happened when he broke away from XGaster. He operated the absoluteness of his purple magic to the fullest extent, resulting in him shattering his eye socket. With that statement in mind, the skeleton also had bone chips. (Rosalie cured the slight damages). In difference, his lover could not heal his eye because the impairment couldn’t be convalesced.

• FEARS/PHOBIAS:

» Bovinophobia (FEAR OF COWS) (DEFINITION) - It is the excessive fear and often irrational fear of cows or cattle. Thanatophobia (FEAR OF DEATH OR DYING) (DEFINITION) - This terror is a fear of death or dying. Someone might be scared of their death or the death of a loved one. (This worry stems primarily around Papyrus and Rosalie). 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:

HOW DOES HE SPEAK?

• Technical / Serious • Sometimes Light-Hearted

» This notion is due to the actions of his personality and upbringing. The skeleton had to follow the orders of XGaster or get punished out of line. Not to mention being part of the Royal Guard. It's why he is consistently technical and solemn. Therefore, he always stayed in his monotone form. On the contrary, he does have relaxed junctures. It is when Cross breaks away from his conformed mold once he is in the Omega Timeline.

DO THEY SWEAR?

• They, Cross, rarely swears.

VOICE: (VIDEO)

• https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tMdcEtq3yQU → This is more of how his voice sounds.

𝗖𝗟𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚:

SHIRT(S):

• A simple black breathable, lightweight material, T-Shirt. Cross’s clothing is to his lower hip measurement. • A comfortable ombre white, ebony, and various purple(s) jacket without the zipper. The white X connects to the jacket as well. The range can gravitate toward the center of his apparel.

BOTTOM(S):

• A straightforward pair of sweatpants adjacent to skinny jeans with pockets. The shade is identical to the color of his shirt, with the drawstrings being white. The lower half of the material is (tucked) inside his boots. SOCKS/SHOES:

• They are plain-clothed calf boots. Furthermore, the shoes match the entire black apparel. Alongside the cords with the white. (The center where his ties are is a lighter ebony).

ACCESSORIES:

• EYE PATCH: » A white eye patch with a white X over it. It is continuously over his damaged eye. Cross has multiple of these around the house, with Rosalie’s medicinal healing properties infused inside them. The patches decrease the headaches/migraines and itchiness in and around the socket. • NECKLACE

» A golden heart locket is equivalent to his friends and family. It was given to him by Frisk. 𝗔𝗧𝗧𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗜𝗡𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡:

SOUL TRAIT:

• White / Monster

(PREVIOUS) TIMELINE: X-TALE / UNDERVERSE (CURRENT) TIMELINE: OMEGA TIMELINE

LV:

• LV: 8

HP:

• HP: 52/52

ATK:

• ATK: 26

DEF:

• DEF: 13

TOTAL EXP: ★★★★★

POWER/ATTACK(S):

• BONE ATTACKS / MANIPULATION • GASTER BLASTER(S):

» Cross can summon a female skull-shaped blaster of a dragon that will fire a purple and white magic beam/laser. • TELEPORTATION:

» Cross can teleport himself, opponents, and attacks. He typically uses this ability in a battle to dodge invasions and to make it hard to dodge his attacks. Nonetheless, this tires him out if used frequently. • SOUL MANIPULATION: (PURPLE MODE) » The power to make the enemy souls affected by gravity. While affected, the opponents have their movements heavily restricted and can only jump to move. Cross can also use this to lift and haul individual soul(s), letting him slam them around with relatively diminutive physical strength. This notion drains his magic quicker than the rest of his attacks. Therefore, he only uses it rarely.

FIGHTING STYLE:

• ★★★★★ » Cross’s fighting style commonly uses close and distance brute force aggression, acknowledging the reasoning of his stats. The skeleton can also dodge and defend! On the other hand, he isn’t perfect in assertive matches and often could get injured. Moreover, he can and would kill if there were no other option.

WEAPON(S)/ARMOR:

• GIANT KNIFE: (PREVIOUS) (WEAPON) » This notion is known as “Hack Knife”. It is where the gray was in X-EVENT mode, alongside the red where it corrupts the timelines. (Regardless, utilizing this item was in the specific period when Chara possessed him). • TWIN DAGGERS: (CURRENTLY) (WEAPON) » These objects are what he operates generally. They are twin daggers, as stated above. Cross did make them sharper and deadly upon foes. Furthermore, they have black shreds of his previous clothing still attached to them.

• BODY ARMOR: (PREVIOUS) (ARMOR) » These articles existed around timeline X. (Cross doesn’t wear them anymore because they are too bulky and difficult to combat). Unfortunately, the suit is not with him anymore, understanding it was part of his old home.

OTHER: • [ INVENTORY / ITEM ]

» A place where Cross can store his specialties. These pieces can be purchased, found, and used. They can even be held in dimensional boxes or sold in SHOPS.

𝗙𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗬:

SIGNIFICANT OTHER(S):

CANON:

• Rosalie (SOUL of Kindness) → MORE INFORMATION: ★ https://www.tumblr.com/blog/rosy-posy-posts

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗧𝗦:

EXTREMELY SKILLED AT:

• Fighting / Sparring • Brave / Leadership • Reading / Planning

EXTREMELY UNSKILLED AT:

• Cooking / Baking

• Workaholic / perfectionist • Computer / Technologies (TO A DEGREE)

GOOD CHARACTERISTICS: • Honest / Loyal • Awareness / Intelligence • Respectful / Courageous CHARACTER FLAWS:

• Papyrus and Rosalie are his weaknesses. • Closed off about some aspects of his past. • He is stubborn about particular elements of his life.

PERSONALITY:

• Morally Grey (NEUTRAL)

» Morally Grey is a term used to represent a neither fair nor wrong character. They have no motivation to do either action. In reflection, these individuals follow their ambition rather than of greater interest or immorality.

• SUMMARY: » Cross is an indifferent personality. Nonetheless, some beings in the Omega Timeline think he is a threat because of his nature. (He acts as if he must do what is necessary to keep the many alive if it sacrifices the few). The skeleton proves them wrong by giving the ones he loves more purpose: Papyrus, Rosalie, and his close friends.

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘: • The skeleton grew up in a harsh background until he resided in the Omega Timeline. Cross was trained in the Royal Guard to protect Frisk from unknown individuals when they went to their surface, alongside other ordeals. (Notwithstanding, he felt that there was a silent battle between his friend and XGaster. Additionally, he felt pieces of his life were missing). • In his confidential missions, he went to various timelines to gather intel. This period was before and during TIMELINE X. He stumbled across a multiverse with Rosalie inside. A year later, they began to date. (Albeit, he didn’t know that XGaster was erasing parts of his recollections after he gathered knowledge. Nor that his friend was plotting to use him).

• Once the alternate universe was a blank slate and Chara possessed him, Cross overlooked who he was, letting the child feed delusions of telling him what he liked to hear. Moreover, this notion is where he meets Ink and becomes friends. • The X-EVENT plays out, acknowledging that Cross wants to save his home. Regardless, conserving it would be frivolous. (This is like the canon version until he gets to the Omega Timeline). Once he realized he could not save his home. He began apprehending himself better. • The fight with Nightmare and Killer. It was to cut all ties off with his former self that Chara believed him to be. After he won, he began to go back to Rosalie. (This memory is where they had held hands under the tree together, remembering everything before this conflict. It was before the battle as well)! • In a considerable time, the battle with XGaster ensued, despising the treatment he endured previously. His family and comrades were under his control, too. The skeleton wanted to rescue them but couldn’t. Cross had to save himself to free them. (To note, he cannot at this duration of time. In addition, they are not as influential as the skeleton was). He primarily utilized all of his magic. (Rosalie did help him in this action, understanding that it was mainly their love that conquered all. This trial prompted XGaster to loathe the human female). • Three years pass when Cross protects Rosalie because of threats from XGaster. Notwithstanding, he was also healing, training, and channeling his magic better to protect the Omega Timeline. • Trials of the Multiverse: This notion is where Nightmare has the final control over him because Cross has deep-seated negative emotions about his former home. He has not uttered anything about this to anyone, especially Rosalie. Nonetheless, his lover snaps him out of that headspace and tells him there can be ways to release them. Therefore, they defeat this dispute.

In due course, he lives happily and healthily with Rosalie in the Omega Timeline! (They try to discover a way to free his brother and friends)!

𝙎𝙊𝙐𝙍𝘾𝙀/𝘾𝙍𝙀𝘿𝙄𝙏: (𝙋𝙄𝘾𝙏𝙐𝙍𝙀𝙎)

★ https://twitter.com/AsherarYoko

𝙈𝘼𝙄𝙉 𝘾𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙏𝙊𝙍: (𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍𝙏𝘼𝙇𝙀)

★ https://twitter.com/tobyfox?lang=en — TWITTER: @tobyfox

𝘾𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙏𝙊𝙍 𝙊𝙁 𝙈𝙊𝙉𝙊 (𝘾𝙍𝙊𝙎𝙎 𝙑𝘼𝙍𝙄𝘼𝙉𝙏): ★ Rosy Posy (ME)

#undertale #undertale oc #xtale #underverse #xtale cross #undertale ocs #omega timeline

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xxxdizzy19 · 2 months

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𝕲𝖔𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕽𝖊𝖉 Big post about my sarentu oc

With release of 1.03 update I decided to start a new game and came up with a final design of my ikran and my sarentu boy, at last (you can't even imagine how many times I changed their appearance). Anyway, Zandar is still Zandar. He's the only character I feel comfortable with, his face type, etc. Ikran is final as well (red is my favourite). Now we are truly bonded, lol I beat the game at least 2 times and Pandora still won't let me go. The world is so beautiful I can't. I'm sure many of you will understand. By this point I had already thought of Zandar's personality. I want to share with you my thoughts about his personal characteristics and his relationship with other Sarentu kids. I'll use some old screenshots you might have already seen !!! WARNING, big amount of text and some SPOILERS for those who haven't played yet !!! 𝙼𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝙵𝚞𝚛𝚢 𝚉𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛'𝚜 𝚒𝚔𝚛𝚊𝚗

𝚉𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛 My imagination is so sad to be honest, yet I wanted to add a little bit of personality to my boy instead of sending the same endless screenshots. I really love to read about others original characters tho and it is inspiring. Zandar feels so ordinary compared to them. The only thing I can say about him in general is that I imagine him not being that shy and unconfident in his behaviour like the main hero of the story sometimes, and he's not that diplomatic and kind as them too. Less patient, more impulsive in his actions, but he's honest, a straightforward person.

Nah, Zandar is not some kind of "badass guy". He's simple, maybe not that much mysterious and interesting for someone, and I like it this way. Somewhere deep inside he's just as hurt as Nor is, but he's much better in hiding it and instead of pouting Zandar prefers to act. Peaceful Sarentu ways of solving problems it is something Zandar does not understand yet.

𝚉𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚁𝚒'𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚊 tandem of brute strength and elegance

Ri'nela is his mental safe harbour. In their chatter he finds comfort. He admires her wisdom, optimism and hope for the future of the Sarentu clan. He believes in her, trusts her, and wants her to become a tsahik one day. Therefore, he provides her mental support, shares the burden of leading people, offers any help that she may need, though she never asks, being stubborn and proud in her own way. Zandar even started to think that perhaps he has developed romantic feelings for Ri'nela after all, yet even the single thought about that itself is already enough to scare him away. He believes that Ri'nela is too good and kind for such hardened person like him. She's such a pure soul in his eyes. Zan is not even sure if his feelings can be mutual, because Ri'nela has always been soft with him, so the poor guy doesn't want to bother her. The irony of the situation is that he has no fear of battle, but is afraid to show what's going on in his own heart. He doesn't have the right words and has a hard time imagining himself in any kind of relationship to be honest. This is why Zandar understands Anqa's feelings so well and gladly helped her with Priya.

𝚉𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝚘'𝚕𝚎𝚔 RDA's nemesis

Growing up among humans, Zandar quickly realized that RDA understand only language of power. No peace with those who want to take your home and kill Pandora's wildlife for fun and trophies. Ahari's death made Zandar even more ferocious and extremely cruel, especially towards RDA. No surprises here. He does not remember his own father, but he found shadow of him in So'lek. Almost every day they hunt down RDA soldiers together, including those who were involved in extinction of So'lek's clan. Young boy loves to listen stories of an older warrior about his journey, sitting by the campfire and drinking zangke. He is on the same level of thinking as So'lek, so they both agree on a lot of things.

𝚉𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚎𝚢𝚕𝚊𝚗 older, younger

One of those things, for example, is Teylan's inner desire to please humans, especially Mercer. After everything they have witnessed at TAP, Teylan's "obedient dog" behaviour made Zandar sick. RDA humans understand only language of power. Still, he loves Teylan like his own brother and after Mercer's defeat he tries his best to help him feel more na'vi, to find his own way among their people using the example of Kametire, but sometimes he's too harsh with Teylan. Anufi and Okul help them a lot. And under Solek's small guidance, Zandar teaches Teylan to hunt and fight. When Teylan is ready (and if he wants to do it), Zandar will help him to make a bond with his own ikran among those who flies Clouded Forest skies.

𝚉𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙽𝚘𝚛 the lost one

Common grief unites injured souls. Zandar, his sister Ahari and Nor were always very close, because they had the same thoughts about human "culture and civilization". After Ahari's death Nor and Zan became even closer friends. Boys shared a deep respect for each other and stronger than ever before, they were both determined that they should not let RDA erase their na'vi identity and destroy their home.

Not a single day goes by without Zandar thinking about Nor. He misses him and often wonders where he could have gone. Zandar decided that when things at headquarters were more or less sattled he would go on a journey to find his best friend.

Zandar is very protective of their little Sarentu family. The bond these kids share is the only weakness he has, but in the same time it is his biggest strength. So he'll keep fighting for all of them, for their future. In the name of Ahari and mother, Kataru. For the only home he has, for Pandora.

#avatar frontiers of pandora #frontiers of pandora #afop #na'vi oc

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But what if Darrell and Bright Eyes (Bartholomew Evan?) were twins?

One of them is taller, and jokes about hogging up the womb make regular appearances in conversation. Also, them pulling the "I should have absorbed you in the womb, you ugly fuck!" on occasion.

Bright Eyes is 6'0" and Darrell is 6'3" but B is noticeably heavier.

B is a lot more physically conditioned than Darrell. You look at him and immediately know he's in the army.

Darrell doesn't have tattoos. He has his ears pierced and all but he's not the type of guy to get tattoos on a whim. He is the sort of sap ♥︎ to get something that represents his partner, though. Either their name or some imagery or both, but never portrait tats.

B is tatted up. Lots of death imagery there. He probably has a grim reaper tattoo somewhere and a stereotypical "Semper Fi" or "USMC". He definitely has a cute lil flash she-devil pinup. 8 ball. Horror movie characters (Leatherface or maybe even the Predator). Throw in a casual "Creeping Death" in there.

He has Darrell's name tattooed. Maybe a lily to represent Susannah. Maybe even 5 lilies to represent all his siblings.

Definitely has a black sheep tattoo.

I also see B being really into scarification. Darrell tells him not to get any because they're both keloid-formers, and it's difficult to predict how they might heal up. Didn't stop B from getting Y-shaped autopsy scars, though.

B is loud only when Darr is around. If his twin is out of sight, you're not getting a word out of him. Very moody. Sometimes he's up for laughs, but when his social battery drains he's not responding.

Both absolutely love corn muffins. Will fight for the last muffin.

While Darrell loves chicken, B is a big sea food guy. Will 10 times out of 10 eat with his hands. (Watch him lick his finger clean go ahead).

Always fucks up his blood pressure after eating sea food and Darrell has to nurse him.

They have similar music tastes.

Darrell likes straightforward metal bands like Slayer and Sepultura. B likes shock rock theatrics like Rob Zombie’s and Alice Cooper’s.

Darrell prefers boxers over briefs.

B prefers briefs over boxers.

B is a dog guy.

Darrell is a cat guy.

Both are bisexual. Guess who leans more to which.

B has a higher alcohol tolerance and is the designated driver after a bar trip. He likes to see Darrell struggle while walking. Many bruises have been sustained on the long walk from the driveway to the porch.

B would love analog horror so fucking much I swear to God. The goddamn freakazoid.

I honestly can’t decide who would have longer hair.

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#oc lore #bright eyes #darrell todd #bluecoolr.txt #yeah they both can sing #but watch b spit out the best metal covers for ya #also b is the only todd sibling with a nickname <3 #todd siblings

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