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malewifeharem · 2 months

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YK I WAS TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT OM STOOD FOR.. ANYWAY CAN WE GET BELPHIE IN THE YAN ALPHABET HOUSE PLEASE :3 ☁️

yandere!belphegor alphabet

彡- ,, yandere om! belphegor alphabet (template from @dear-yandere eheheheh)

cw ⁞ OMSWD CHAPTER 16 SPOILERS, death threats, violence, manipulation, just general yandere behaviour??? not proofread.

an ⁞ lmk if there are any other warnings i should add!

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

he loves cuddling and napping with you. it may not seem like he loves you — the only sign of affection you receive, being cuddles and naps. but trust me, his love for you is INTENSE... he has slaughtered many people for you. past lovers, bullies, any and all who have wronged you.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

he's willing to eliminate anyone for you. it can get very messy... lucifer has had to call for help to clean up evidence before. although his older brother tries his best to clean up after him, word still got out about the youngest's aggressive tendencies — simply because he leaves too many crime scenes behind, it's almost impossible to clean them all in such a short time. he's probably thought of eradicating the whole of purgatory hall and diavolo's castle too.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

100%. you've heard him call you the meanest names before. he will always remind you of your place as a human —you'll always be inferior to him, like his little pet.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

putting you to sleep when and wherever he likes. arguing with him? go to sleep, maybe you'll start talking sense when you wake. out in public? he suddenly feels like you've spent too long outside, go to sleep, he'll take you home.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

he doesn't tell you much, other than reports of only some of his victims. he keeps most of his carnal, deranged thoughts to himself. you're still well aware of his mania through his actions but you'll never know how deep his violent rabbit hole goes.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

if he's in a good mood, he might play along, just don't take it too far. if he's not, he'll lazily warn you first. if that doesn't work, he'll threaten you — reminding you of what he's done, what he can always do. if you decide to continue being a 'brat', he won't hesitate to wring your neck — not too harshly, he still needs to keep you around.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

he thinks it's amusing. he forces you test his limits and wear skimpy clothes out and visit the dangerous places he's warned you about. he'll let you go out and 'have your fun' but he's stalking your every move — like you're his prey. he likes feeling jealous of the other people around you so he can 'reclaim' you back at home. (read N for what happens at home hehe)

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

you went too far with your 'teasing' one night and it ended in him strangling you with his tail again. you were seeing all black, your struggling limbs almost giving out on you. you genuinely thought you were going to succumb to the same demon again, but he eventually let go of you. it took you awhile to recover — laying on the floor, having a coughing fit and your vision still barely coming back. he stared down at you before letting out a satisfied "hmph." maybe you'll learn your lesson this time.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

believe it or not, he does imagine marriage with you. you, walking down the aisle in a beautiful wedding dress, towards him. he'll prepare a ring for you once you've settled down with him and stop fighting back. (he won't be doing any chores in the rs)

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

he stirs up his own feelings of jealousy so it's kind of his fault. he likes possessing you and claiming you as his. whether or not its by punishments or marking you physically. (should i make a nsfw continuation of this...?)

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

he loves the scent of you —stealing pieces of your clothing to smell and sleep with. he'll stick his nose as deep into your neck as he can to get the essence of you into his system. this is part of why he loves cuddling and napping with you too — holding you closely and wrapping his tail and limbs around you.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

he does get broody if you hang out around other people other than beel. anyone else from HoL, purgatory hall and especially diavolo and barbatos are completely off limits to you. before he started acted aggressively, he would defensively lurk around you to make sure no one got too affectionate with you. when you notice him, he has to clutch his shirt to stop his thumping heart from beating out of his chest. surely this means you appreciate his protection!

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

nope. he acts aggressively towards everyone but beel. everyone close to the brothers are aware of his hostility and have tried reasoning with him before but has basically given up. diavolo has tried restraining the youngest brother again but lucifer has promised to keep his violence at bay.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

oh... he's cruel. if he's lenient, he'll give you nightmares in your sleep. if you've been disobedient, good luck... he'll wrap his tail around your neck, giving it a tight squeeze — reminding you of your previous end. you never know if he'll actually take your life again — that's what's most scary. he knows how much it terrifies you but he's a demon baby, it's what they do.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

your health is constantly at risk after your body has had to endure multiple chokings but proper healthcare isn't available to you. the only medication you'll get is some ointment meant for demon burns.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

it depends on his mood. he's very unpredictable, with his patience levels fluctuating very often — making him all the more dangerous.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

he would be in a state of pure disbelief for months, hallucinating and dreaming versions of you. then, he'll move onto finding ways to bring you back or pray that you'll return back to him in hell. (we all goin to hell for even reading this bffr)

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

although he lets you roam around devildom somewhat freely, he'll never completely let go of you. you're his to keep and possess.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

being locked up in the attic created attachment issues in him. he finds a need to claim you and feel wanted by you. when you come running back to him, he feels euphoria — even if you're forced to.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

he feels uneasy, not knowing how to confront the situation directly so he uses the only method he knows. putting you to sleep is the easiest way for him to sedate you and calm you down. isolating yourself breaks his heart but he'll try his best to break your defensive stance and get you to come and cuddle to ease the tension away.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

(i'll skip this since i still dont't know the definition of a classic yandere TT)

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

if you could somehow find a way to possess a spell book, you could try finding a way to create a clone of you while the real you goes to find diavolo or barbatos. they have the authority and power to guard you from him and lock him back in that attic. lucifer will definitely be disappointed that he's failed to protect you again but you've had enough.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

yes. (read F and N)

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

he treasures whatever affection you spare him and he secretly worships the ground you walk on. he doesn't try to win you over because there is no one for him to compete for him the begin with! none of them can fight him if they're all six feet below ground.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

he could only stand watching you from afar for a few months before snapping. he couldn't go on any longer without you in his room, in his arms, under his control and claim.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

yes yes yes and yes. he doesn't care if you lose your mind, then you'll be even more susceptible to his manipulation. you'll be much more obedient and finally stop whining and struggling all the damn time!

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b1tcht0p1a · 1 year

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Monster Trio realizing they have feelings for you headcanons.

Written with a female reader in mind. (Also had some relationship headcanons.)

Luffy - Luffy isn't clueless per se, but he definitely doesn't know platonic feelings from romantic feelings. Definitely just thinks liking your presence means y'all are closer friends. - I imagine he would realize that his feelings aren't purely platonic when he notices he 'misses' you. Even if you're just sleeping in another room or when you're out shopping with the girls. - Eventually, he would either just straight up ask you about it or go to someone like Sanji or Robin. I imagine he goes with the latter though. - While Sanji is a huge simp, he would still know what Luffy is feeling. Robin would too, but is the better person to ask. Especially with how Sanji is. - Now understanding what he's feeling; Luffy is very straightforward with telling you. He doesn't like to beat around the bush. - If you reject him, he would flatten for a fat second but quickly gets over it. It's better to have you in his life than not at all and he doesn't want to lose his friend - If you share the same feelings then this man is immediately grinning wide and wrapping you in a hug. - 100% running around with you still wrapped in his arms so he can tell everybody about it. - Clingy in the sense he likes holding or being held by you. Not in the way he has to know what you're doing at every second. - Buries his face in your chest when yall start dating. He's not completely clueless and does know some boundaries.

Zoro - This bitch is so emotionally constipated that it hurts but he would at least know his feelings for you aren't completely platonic. There's something there that he can't completely put his finger on. - Would push you away at first because he doesn't understand these feelings. - But he can't shake this feeling in his chest when he does this. It's uncomfortably tight anytime he makes up an excuse so he doesn't have to be around you. - Would let up a little so he doesn't have to deal with this uncomfortable feeling, - He could realize that he likes you by himself but it's more likely that someone told him. Someone, probably Robin, noticed his actions and at least hinted at what was going on. -Wouldn't tell you right away. But it would come out because he probably told Luffy who then let it slip during a meal with everyone. - Everyone is shocked, Sanji would probably start ranting that Zoro doesn't deserve someone like you and that you probably don't like him back. Robin is just smiling to herself. -There's a chance Zoro might lightly smack Luffy in the back of the head, and Nami might too. - But there's a chance he is just continuing to eat like nothing happened. - If you ask him, around the others, he'll just shrug his shoulder and continue eating. If you do it in private, then he'll give an actual answer, a simple blunt 'yes.' - This man is unreadable sometimes, so if you reject him then he'll shrug his shoulders and walk off. He's a private person so he doesn't want to show his disappointment. Def sulks for a bit but eventually comes around. Just not as close as before. - If you return his feelings, he's happy about it even if it doesn't look like it. Maybe a smirk or slight smile. - Not a huge change from being friends and now being in a relationship. Maybe more touching but he doesn't strike me as a huge PDA man. Occasional arm over the shoulder or head in lap. - Fights with Sanji a whole lot over his behavior towards you now. Probably already did before y'all started dating.

Sanji - We are already well aware he's a simp and blindly does anything for women. However, he isn't completely clueless. - He thinks all his feeling towards women are genuine but with you it's different. -He's nervous around you, less confident. He still comes to fulfill your every need but is much more cautious. - It's worse if you willingly hug or show affection to him. 100% leans his face into your hand if you touch his cheek. - He does say things like "I love you (Y/N)-chan!" often but they didn't seem very serious so nothing happened of this. - He probably likes to reflect on his feelings at night when he looks out into the vast blue sea. - When he does work up the courage to confess, it's over a private dinner with you. Everyone has already been fed but he sets up a table just for the two of you on the deck somewhere. - He's so clearly nervous and very much not himself. This is different than randomly saying "I love you" to every woman he sees. -He was rightfully nervous if you reject him. He's so disappointed at this and it shows. Might beg a little but will flatter once you put your foot down. - 100% would occasionally try and convince you to change your mind. It will probs never be dropped. He's still attentive to your needs but there's some strain there. - Over the moon, if you return his affection. Yelling in joy and spinning you around in a hug. - Very loving and pretty clingy. - Please hold this man, he needs it. 100% little spoon.

This is my first actual post here after lurking for years on this and various other accounts. I haven't written fics since I was like 12, and that was super cringy. I hope you enjoyed and I won't mind some feedback.

#one piece #monster trio #luffy x reader #monkey d luffy #luffy #roronoa zoro #zoro x reader #headcanon #sanji x reader #sanji vinsmoke #one piece fanfiction

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wannaeatramyeon · 11 months

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Hi! Can I request a love triangle headcannons with Johan & Eli? Thank you in advance 💙

I'll be honest. My response is late but I have been thinking a lot about this dynamic ever since I've seen this. In a word: stressful.

Have... whatever the hell this is. And thanks for requesting anon!

Johan Seong/Reader/Eli Jang love triangle hc

This is not a joke. In this essay I will...

Yikes, you're really picking the two with the lowest tolerance for romantic bullshit?

Listen. Any sort of love triangle involving Johan Seong is the worst kind of headache you can ever imagine. See - one night of PAID FRIENDSHIP with Jace Park.

This guy does. not. share.

You really don't want to bring out those sort of mushy squishy feelings from Johan and not fully reciprocate it. What's worse though, is he will not confess so you have to be observant and perceptive yourself.

Give him a definitive yes or a no.

And Eli Jang is pretty guarded with romance after Heather. He's trying to be a good father to Yenna while also taking care of Hostel or whatever the fuck this dumbdumb is upto these days so he doesn't have time for romance.

Having feelings for you brings a lot of turmoil and stress that is very much unwelcomed. Thinks about you a lot. Playing happy family in his head once all this blows over.

Eli's a very busy guy and doesn't seek you out, though will call and message quite a bit. Just to talk to you and be friendly, even though this is completely not the type of thing he does.

How a love triangle could work

The only way I would see this working is if you are not aware of their feelings for you. If you do know and keep stringing them along, they will definitely peace out asap.

Them being aware of each other's feelings won't be a dealbreaker, but during the more... difficult moments, they might just think it is more effort than it's worth with everything else happening around them.

Surprisingly little crossover between these two. There was their fights quite a while back, but Eli and Johan are very much like two ships passing. Similar arcs with being Gun's successors and being trained by Tom Lee.

Basically, you're never going to really see them together but they WILL give you a migraine.

So. Some actual headcanons

These are opposites in many ways.

Eli will try to take up your time mentally, but Johan will almost always physically be around. Trailing after you, being with you.

If you get some pings on your phone, Johan's guard would immediately go up. Who is that?? Would never outright ask, the irritation simmering below the surface and jealousy exhibiting through other actions.

Similarly, take too long to respond back to Eli then he will start having all these doubts. Less about his actual feelings for you, but more on the timing and whether seeking you out is a good idea at all.

And because there is so little interaction between these two, unfortunately you are stuck in the middle.

AND they seem like the type that would always harbour a grudge against each other for their previous run ins (especially Johan), and see each other as competition. Vying for your affection is just another way for them to butt heads.

Eli through the phone: "tell Johan I can always give him a haircut, he looks like he needs one." Johan, being so quick-witted, will probably respond with "fuck off" and give you the cold shoulder for days.

Or Johan will hide your phone or distract you so much that you forget to respond back to Eli or completely miss his call.

They're both hot and cold in different ways. Johan will be mad at his feelings for you, stay away, and then find he can't. During his sweeter moments, he will be around you a lot, something of a lost puppy. But when he's at his most childish and selfish worst, he will vanish for ages leaving you to worry.

As mentioned, Eli will just be constantly fretting about the timing of this and feeling guilty about speaking to you when his focus should be elsewhere. So he might go quiet and pull away for a bit. Eventually, you'll contact him and then he'll think hearing your voice, reading your texts, occasionally seeing your face makes it worth it though.

In summary

Good fucking luck with these two.

The best advice is to be perceptive of their feelings for you then stay in one goddamn lane.

#if youve made it this far congrats #ramblings of a madwoman #and sorry for any forgotten details #might have forgotten some huge plot points tbh #lookism headcanons #lookism x reader #lookism hc #lookism #lookism manhwa #lookism webtoon #eli jang #eli jang x reader #johan seong #johan seong x reader #wannaeatramyeon

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idv-sunsxin3 · 30 days

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plsplspls can i get a click x gn!reader where they like petting him and praising him? i always give him so much praise and head pats because he deserves it :3

Click // Your Hands

Note// If hand holding with a ghost can be a real thing, i would be so happy.... <//3 (if not, I'll make it possible in this request/ih)

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Click is not often seen as the physically affectionate type and was pretty reclusive when it comes to interacting with many people, but other than that, that doesn't mean he hates people.

He just either has nothing to say or cherishes his lonely corner better through the echoing sounds of explosives that are ringing in his head--- (it got a bit dark for a second there NDNDNDN;; 😭)

You did catch him off guard many times before. Having you close to him brought him different feelings, except that they are not unpleasant.

There was this moment when he managed to get a footage of the monsters from up close on behalf of the crew. You guys were exploring the area much safely with Click being able to go through farther distances without the risk of getting hurt(as he is more experienced with dangerous, unpredictable obstacles).

You first gave him a headpat after that, along with a sweet praise for his unfaltered bravery. Saying how he is carrying the team so well, thanking him for agreeing to join the exploration despite the burdens. It sounded so genuine.

The moment you raised your hand to headpat him-- he instinctively caught your hand.

He didn't know why, but he felt he was going to die again from hearing your words. The sight of how his fingers start twitching is pretty rare to see from his usually stable hands that grip firmly onto the handles of his camera.

His mouth is no more than a straight firm line, staring silently at you as he struggles to find the right words while in this situation.

"Ah... sorry." He says, a bit unsure himself why he stopped you when your actions aren't meant to be as harmful.

He almost forgot he is no longer alive for a moment.

At the end of every single day, he would often find himself receiving something from you despite what happened in that incident. Either a light gesture of affection or praise as if trying to boost him before going through another tomorrow as a floating, transparent entity...

He slowly gets quite used to your advances and begins to feel less jumpy from your touches and thank you more openly from the suggestions and praises you give him.

Click is silent during these brief moments, not ever questioning nor saying anything once he feels a headpat. Instinctively, Click would lean in closer to your hand whenever you give him headpats. Lightly lowering his head to slowly give you more access to the crown of it.

You never thought the hair of a ghost was like touching a soft cotton that could easily go through your fingers until then.

From the soft invisible hue on his cheeks and the slight soft twitches his thumbs make, it slightly tells that he is quietly enjoying it.

He never thought he would get such strong emotions coming from your words either. A sincere praise toward his portfolio is enough to make him feel appreciated that there is someone who cherishes his work.

It's hard to tell if that really means to him for sure, but the tiny smile on his pale lips with his softer, dull eyes gazing at yours might give it away.

I don't know how to explain why, but Click gives me the silent type of cat behavior - like there is this modesty in him and how reserved he seems around people. I imagine that he can go lowkey cuddly only around his favorite person(you).

He won't admit it verbally... He is not one with very strong opinions either. Yet, he is honestly aware of the fact that he likes to stick with you.

Not only because you're completely alright about that, but you sure seem to like having him around. That's good enough to justify your right to have him glued on you, not him./lh

After all the positivity you manifest on him, you technically just adopted him to have him let you do any silly stuff with him and drag him around like a floating teddy bear. It just seems so cute. fnfbbfbf;;; 😭🥺

All the headpats you have him might also glue on to him too, ngl. It causes him to slowly take it as a small habit of his to do the same to you whenever you finally get things done or you accomplish an achievement yourself.

A pale, calloused fingers brushed over your head carefully as if trying not to press too much weight on it. Like an end of a pillow patting you instead. Sometimes, he does this as a way to comfort you since he is not even very good with words sometimes.

His praises may not express much emotion through his tone. But his calm demeanor helps a bit, as it makes you understand that things will get better eventually and that there is no need to be scared for a future that hasn't happened yet. Only just by sharing a glance with him.

#r1999 click #reverse 1999 click #click x reader #r1999 x reader #r1999 #reverse: 1999 #reverse 1999 #reverse 1999 x reader

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plushii-gutz · 4 months

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Part 3 for SoTU! getting silly with it fr rn 💃🕺💃 I apologize for how long this took to come out - I think yall know what happened 💀..

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The day passed as it always has. Galvana still hadn't come home when Blasoom arrived back. Furnoss had debated sending Torrt or Vhamp out to find them, but Scaratar decided to take the task on herself.

It was beginning to get dark now, and Scaratar worried for her friends safety. Luckily, though, it seems they had been found previously by the islands wubbox - Sage. She appeared to be listening to them rant on of earliers interaction with Strombonin, offering her own words of support and perhaps a bit of advice. The poison monster wasn't aware of what was said, and with Galvana's short temper, there was no way to tell the severity of it. Even so, it was enough to send them deep into the woods.

"I'm sorry, 'Vana," Sage sighed, giving the celestials hair a little pat with her finger. "I should have known Strombonin would have pulled somethin' like that. G'joob always told me how stubborn they were. I'll make it up to you tomorrow, alright?"

Galvana nodded, lifting their head. Had they been crying? They looked more angered than saddened. A foggy expression, easily a fusion of both emotions.

"Hello?" Scaratar made herself seen. Galvana wiped their face quickly, standing. They whispered something to Sage, who nodded and moved back. They joined Scaratar's side, ready to return home. She gave thanks to the wubbox, leading herself and Galvana back to the castle.

"I know why you're upset," she spoke long into the walk. "I shouldn't have been listening in. I know. I'm sorry."

"Are you?" Galvana spat back.

"I am. But, if it helps at all, I've been thinking of the same thing. Attmoz tends to annoy me, too."

"He doesn't just annoy me like he does you!" The younger monster rose their voice. "He doesn't just tease me for being short, for being younger, for - for anything he does about you! Look, the point is, we aren't the same. Don't try to make me feel better by acting like you know how it feels."

"I question his actions, too."

Their walking slowed, soon coming to a stop. Scaratar repeated herself.

"I question his actions, too. You were merely a monsterling, Galvana, and you can remember the day as clear as ever. If that doesn't say how much it affected you, I don't know what will. Now, every time you mention your own pain, it's overshadowed by what could have been. It's like being told you willingly made a sacrifice, that it was your fault when you had no say. I can't imagine how you feel.."

Silence. Long, painful silence.

"You're the only one who listened earlier, aren't you?" Galvana whispered, their annoyance softening to sorrow.

"I'm sorry."

They knew she was. The younger monster walked ahead, eager for the conversation to end. Scaratar sighed, pulling at her hair a bit before catching up. Maybe they would feel better in the morning, when a new sun rised.

Galvana went to bed without dinner, rather sleeping hungry than being awake around anyone else. They just couldn't take it right now, dreading any questions they might ask or, even worse, their anger. Galvana listened to Plixie upstairs, who seemed to be watching one of the many poorly made films she found interest in with Torrt and Blasoom and making humorous comments. They laughed at its low quality and terrible dialog - who would willingly sit through this thing? Who would willingly film this thing?

"Do you think the monsters who made this watch it?" Blasoom asked.

"No," Plixie answered, "They would die spontaneously. Shrivel up like a crushed soda can."

A bit of laughter followed, and Plixie commented again.

"It's like when you hear your voice echo back, but instead of cringing, you just.."

Whatever she said next wasn't audible, but the others seemed to get a kick out of it. The electric monster rolled over, hiding their head with their pillow. It was the only thing that could drown out the noise. Instead of worries, Galvana's mind is filled with the possibilities of tomorrow's introduction to training. Sage promised something good, and she better hold up to it. She has to.

The many insects outside began to sing their nightly lullabies, easing the castle to sleep. The rattling of the stairs came to a halt, the chatting grew quiet. The celestials were at rest once more in a house that rarely ever felt like home.

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Furnoss was relieved to see Galvana home the following day, though the other had the opposite reaction. They were out of the castle before he had the chance to speak to them, taking their boots and satchel with. He could only sigh.

It was rather early - earlier than Sage had planned for Galvana to show up. She was still asleep against a tall tree, the critters of Plant Island crawling along her arms and antlers in the same manner they would to any other part of their environment. It was comfortable. Even peaceful.

"Sage?" Galvana called. "Sage!"

"Five more minutes, 'Vana," she yawned, wiping at her face and scaring off a green bird-like creature.

Galvana took the time to make a small clearing, settling down their belongings and looking through their many items to come across another pre-made snack. The sun had begun to rise above the trees, warming the two monsters of the night's chill and waking the inhabitants of the wild. They finally picked out a very squished donut, unwrapping it and enjoying the quick breakfast. The plant wubbox had eventually woken up, looking over the area and shaking the sleep from her eyes. Not even a 'good morning', huh?

"Alright, let's see.. did you bring the core?"

"Right here," Galvana said, reaching into their satchel and revealing the orb Wubbox had made for them all that time ago. Sage took it within her hands, looking it over.

"Oh yeah, that's definitely Wubbox's doing. How about a staff handle? Trust me, you're gonna want it!"

A little more digging and the staff is found. It was in fair condition, though an upgrade would be necessary if Sage planned on taking the route she had in mind. It should hold well for now, however.

"Ok. So first, I'm gonna charge this a bit. This specific core isn't even as strong as the wubboxes in general - looks like ya got ripped off," she teased.

Galvana gave a sharp 'what?' to the new information. Why hadn't Wubbox, their own creation, given them the same power that they had given it? Selfish, they thought. Selfish. Sage assured them that she would restore what was missing, carefully holding the core in her hands and focusing the direction of the elemental power she had within herself. The sky-blue sparks shifted to a more turquoise shade as the plant element seeped inside of it, bearing a new strength within.

"I can only give so much," Sage said with a nearly inaudible wheeze. "Us wubboxes don't have much energy we can spare at a time. This ought to work out for a while, though."

Galvana nodded, placing the newly charged core at the end of their staff. They jerked back at the sudden wave of new energy that flowed through their body, feeling a coolness in their veins that they were far from used to. The plant wubbox assured them they would adapt to it eventually. Now, they were eager to begin their first lesson, harnessing the element of Plant.

"How about we start with somethin' simple, yeah? I mean, simple for you, that is. Supernatural elements are one hell of a power!"

"Right," the celestial nodded, unable to stand still. They were always told their element was just electricity, which was simply not true. A part of it, yes, but far from the whole. They still didn't know what powers they truly had. Soon, they thought. Soon.

Sage followed the same path she had every day, taking a little detour to find a particular patch of land to practice on. She kneeled down, gesturing for Galvana to come over. Before them stood a small, withering flower with messy white petals and a weak stem. It seemed miserable.

"This should be easy enough," the wubbox thought out loud. "Right now, your body possesses both the Spark of Life and Plant - a combination we share. With that bein' said, I know a thing or two you can learn today. Try to focus on this here flower - notice how it's limp and sort of grayed."

"It's dead," Galvana said blankly. Perhaps a hint of annoyance dug within as well. "It's a dead flower."

"And maybe it is. Look a little closer - and I mean really look."

The Celestial squinted their eyes, almost glued to the dying plants' limp leaves and fallen petals. This felt a tad bit useless - what was there to see? It wasn't the prettiest of flowers and certainly not the strongest. This was useless.

Finally, it became clear. Galvana could see the smallest, faded bits of blue light coursing through the tiny vessels of the flower. They could see this light flicker and wane, dull and brighten. It grew stronger, brighter the longer they focused. Sage glanced over to the other monster, giving a content grin as they loomed in their new ability - seeing the flow of life itself. They were frozen, seemingly mesmerized, with glowing eyes that shifted with curiosity. Galvana turned their attention to the world around them, which now glistened with the blue spark that had been revealed.

The trees were brilliantly engulfed in glitter, much in contrast to the environment. Everything, apart from the visible energy, had dulled, allowing it to stand out greatly in comparison.

"Everything that glows," Sage stood tall, "all of these lights - all of it has been here since the beginning of the monster world. It moves from one form to another, it changes, and it stays. It's yours. All this energy is a result of you giving it to the continent all that time ago. Isn't that something?"

"It's.."

"Here."

Sage guided Galvana's hand to the weeping flower, having them cradle the bud. Galvana could see sparks from their fingers filling the plants veins, causing it to slowly rise up and stand tall once again. The spark of life had been returned to the dying - if not dead - plant.

Galvana began to trail off, starting to wander the forest. Their wubbox companion happily followed alongside.

There were sparks in the creeks, rolling with the rush of water and poured out into muddy puddles. The wind carried the smallest flickers. The tapping of critters against the earth gave away flurries of tiny energy. It was everywhere, everything. The two began to run, a sudden burst of excitement taking over the young celestial and sending them into a fast-paced frenzy! It was all theirs - every spark was theirs, every movement and noise. If it were not for that spark of life, nothing would be standing. Galvana finally felt their contribution to the monster world, and it was glorious! This was only the beginning of unlocking their abilities deep inside, and what an entrance it was! What more could await them?

But as they fell deeper into the trees, Galvana noticed a fading in their surroundings. Neither they nor Sage had paid much attention as to how far they had run. The celestials sudden rush of energy sped them up tremendously, and it seemed they had come out through the other end of the woods. Where had the spark gone? The lights? Galvana soon realized that the trees had seemingly disappeared, the grass had turned a sickly yellow. Slowing down, they wiped their eyes clean, losing the ability to see energy flow and regaining their normal vision.

"Is this- is this actually what it looks like now?"

"It's all that remains of the human-monster war," Sage answered, slowing herself as well. "For this part of the island, that is. We just passed what Blasoom and I were workin' on."

They had come here before, though not for long. There was minimal progress on the restoration of plant life, even with how long they had been working on it. Galvana kneeled down, trying to do the same to the grass as they had the flower. The energy just couldn't stay inside. It was like the plants were rejecting it. The wubbox seemed saddened at the celestials failed attempt, taking a seat nearby.

"I can still remember it. Such a horrible thing."

"You were there?" Galvana seemed shocked. "At the war?"

"We wubboxes have been around far longer than you think. You know, we should meet up with the others sometime! I think Lumi is the closest. You'd like them! I mean - obviously you will. You did kind of make us."

Galvana had been told many times that the wubboxes were their creation. The connection between Galvana before the fall of Starhenge and Galvana now felt nonexistent - at least, it had for a bit. The newfound power had revived that part of them. Sage carried on, finding a better location for the two of them to rest back within the greenery.

"Me and the other elemental wubboxes were prototypes that were buried deep inside the islands we come from. The island began to fuse with us, and boom! Plant wubbox! Water wubbox! Yadda yadda. We were around a little while after the island split apart, so.. yeah. The Mythicals were made to be sort of protectors or entertainers by you and the other celestials, so they took the lead when humans started to attack Plant Island. I'm not sure if the others saw as much as I had, but it's a horrible fate I wouldn't wish on any monster."

Galvana still lingered on their memory of the other wubboxes. Despite all the time they have had, they hadn't taken a day to get to know Galvana again. Even Lumi, who has been stated to be on the neighboring Island. They had always seemed distant or uneasy around the celestial. The young monster had a memory burned into their head after meeting Coal, the Earth wubbox.

'You're not Galvana,' he had said in a coarse, dead voice. It was the only words he had spoken to them before disappearing.

Galvana asked, "Do you remember the old me? The one that made you?" An awkward pause had followed.

"No," Sage shook her head, "But the oldest siblin' might. Have you never taken time to research yourself? I mean, I would venture to say that there are a few books over you and your friends!"

"Furnoss threw out any books about it," they mumbled. "We know that we're Celestials, but I don't think any of the others really care to find out what it actually means. And the internet, a lot of websites have been restricted, and even when we could get on them, there wasn't a lot to see. I think someone mentioned information being lost after Starhenge fell - Boo'qwurm, maybe. I wouldn't be surprised if Plixie found a way to bypass it. She always does."

It certainly wouldn't bother Galvana to look into their past. Although, they're more interested in the wubboxes. They ask if Sage could tell them more, maybe something about their ability to share and spread the power within their cores.

"Ah, I haven't got a clue!" She laughed. "A lot of th' shit I can do just kind of happens! I think our oldest sib' might have blueprints of themself 'round the time it was made. Might be dust now, though. Super old. They made the Wublins, though, so maybe it took some notes? Inspiration, even."

Galvana nodded along, taking in the monsters words. Blueprints. It could help explain. Unfortunately, they aren't too sure how to find or even decipher want the page could read. Perhaps Vhamp would. They're the celestial of mech - He's has to understand it, right?

Sage asked Galvana if they wanted to help her find cozy places for some of the island's critters to stay as the weather grew cold. Maybe they could practice bringing some of the berry bushes back to life so they can have something to snack on as well. Galvana agreed to help, though they continued their questioning. With such little information, they came to accept that they would have to find it themselves.

Sage and Galvana spent a good amount of time picking berries, feeding critters, and setting them in cozy nests inside of tree trunks to rest. Eventually, though, the wind started to become too much for Galvana to stand against. Sage led them back to the clearing she had slept in and moved away a layer of fallen leaves and twigs. She found an old, worn, brown blanket in a chest hidden under the soil.

"Just some stuff I've had growin' up," the wubbox said nonchalantly, starting to tear the cover into a smaller, more Galvana-sized piece. She dropped it onto them, causing the celestial to stumble before finding an opening and getting more comfortable. At least they found it funny. "Most of it from random monsters who aren't really around anymore."

Galvana looked over the other items inside, although it was shut before they had any idea as to what all there was. Curiosity had taken control of them, and it was hard to fight back. Thankfully, they kept their composure.

"How about you head back to the castle for lunch?" she suggested. "You've done a lot today - I'm proud of ya! But'cha gotta rest."

"That's all?" Galvana stood taller, almost shaking the blanket off. They had barely learned anything!

"I mean, you're free to come back if ya want, but I'll be doin' this for a little while longer."

A little bit of back-and-forth before Galvana finally said goodbye for the time being. They agreed to come back later and help finish the job. The two bid their farewells, returning to their castle and trees.

Furnoss was standing out front. At first, Galvana thought he was talking to himself, but it became visible that he was on the phone with someone. Whatever they were talking about, he seemed energetic about it.

"Maybe in the next few weeks," he said. "The area is usually completely clear of monsters. No, not even critters. It's far enough from the castle. We'll be going the other way. How about next month, yes?"

The firey celestial saw Galvana from the corner of his eye. He was quick to mute himself, moving aside to allow them to enter and waiting until he was sure they were gone to continue talking. They could only roll their eyes.

Hornacle and Scaratar were in the living room, the former painting the latter's portrait. He looked from his canvas to the poison monsters' appeal, realizing a small detail they had gotten wrong. The confused look on his face was enough to get a chuckle from her.

"Did you move your hair clips again? Damn it!"

Scaratar covered her mouth to keep herself from laughing too loudly, revealing the seven other hair clips she had. Luckily, Hornacle seemed to find the humor of it all.

"Put those things away!" He swatted at the fake butterflies and flowers. "You're distracting me!"

She did so, reluctantly. Scaratar wanted the painting to be finished before she moved out, although she still wasn't too sure when that would be. It may be another couple of weeks, and the situation with Galvana felt as though it would set her back even longer. Her packing had already begun, though minimal, and she was excited to meet her Ethereal creation: Humbug. This would all come in the following days. There was no rush, she reminded herself. With a glance, the poison monster noticed Galvana's return.

"Where have you been?" She stood up. "It's almost noon, Galvana. You had me worried sick!"

As much as Galvana wanted to make a sarcastic remark, they couldn't find the frustration to do such. At least someone noticed they disappeared.

"I was helping Sage," they explained, showing off the satchel over their shoulder and the dusty blanket. "She's teaching me a thing or two."

"I thought we were done for the year!" Another monster moved in. It was Blasoom, revealing herself from the kitchen. "What did she need help with? Did you need me?"

"We didn't."

There was a hint of annoyance in Galvana's voice. Blasoom's leaf-like feathers stood up as she returned the same tone.

"I was just asking. She usually lets me know when she's working on something plant-related! I'm not sure why she wouldn't want me."

'I'd say it's how clingy you are,' Galvana thought, pushing the plant monster aside to enter the kitchen. Scaratar scolded her.

Torrt and Plixie were at the table, putting together their own lunches. They bickered with one another over the most recent match of some online game, only being silenced when Blasoom reentered and cooled the situation.

"Alright," Plixie uttered, "But I'm gonna kick your ass next round!"

"Can't we just cool off for a bit?"

"No!"

It wasn't too hard for Galvana to sneak in and grab something for themselves while the rest were distracted. While gathering simple snacks, they noticed a sort of aura surrounding the three. Plixie shone with a bright orange, Torrt carried a dulling red, and even Blasoom had a blue energy surrounding her. They dont recall seeing that beforehand. Could this be a side effect of the earlier training? Galvana couldn't read them properly, but it was interesting nonetheless - another new ability! They'll ask Sage about it tomorrow.

Before leaving, Galvana stopped to ask.

"Hey, Plixie? Can I use your computer?"

The plasma monster had to bite her tongue to keep herself from saying something they would regret.

"Only for a minute," she agreed. "Don't close out any of my tabs! I know it's you who's doing that."

Ignoring the last part, Galvana made a quick stop by their room to drop off their gatherings before heading upstairs.

Plixie's room had always felt off-limits to Galvana. Any monster was allowed in, and it was rare for Plixie to be by herself during the day, but it was as if an invisible door existed that only Galvana couldn't enter. It was strange to see it barren - apart from a song playing on loop from the lobby of an online game. The celestial took a seat, clicking off the game and thinking of what exactly they should search.

History of the Celestials

What are the celestials?

Who are the celestials?

Galvana swapped the history off, making sure no one would find their research. They selected the last option; who are the celestials?

The website wouldn't load a first, instead showing an error screen. A refresh set it straight. Galvana began to read. The title contained a warning: Most details present are speculation. Much information has been lost.

The Celestials were the first monsters to ever exist, created by the Colossal spirits that loomed over the monster world, and lived on an island that connected the stars to the continent that was yet to exist. They taught these monsters how to sing, how to play instruments, and how to create music. They were each gifted with a unique element to share with the world, which had since been pulled from the living ocean below. It consisted of many lands, where few celestials began to build the environments. However, they noticed there was little change in these lands.

The trees were frozen in time, the rivers and creeks never moved. It was a tiring world. The Colossals gave the one remaining monster an ability that would change the world - Galvana, the celestial of the supernatural, the energy that runs in everything, and the electricity that charges the flow of time. Working together, the monster world grew full of life. More islands had been made apart from the natural islands below, which have been said to simply blink out of existence as of today. The Colossals were content with the new world. Now, trusting in the celestials wise minds, they returned to their designated lands and entered a coma-like state in hopes of an eternal slumber.

Galvana only read through a basic summary of the origins of the monster world before Plixie kicked the door in. Torrt had parted and left for his own room to reconnect while Blasoom chose to watch from the plasma monsters point of view.

"Time's up, 'Vana!" She'd yell. "Chop chop! I need to get this one dudes IP address."

"I'm not finished," they growled in return.

"Off, damn it!"

"Give me a second."

"Out!"

Galvana responded to the rude tone by being purposely slow to leave. Before Plixie decided to get physical, Blasoom rushed the electric monster out. As they inched out of the door, they managed to grab onto the corner of an old laptop and drag it along with them.

Now downstairs, Galvana slipped into their room quickly to hide the new device under the blankets. They'll continue their research tomorrow. Right now, though, they needed a moment to simply.. stop. To stop thinking over Plixie's attitude and Blasoom's newfound harshness. To stop worrying over what they were - for the time being. It was hard to cry anymore. All Galvana felt was anger and frustration with them. It was almost overwhelming.

The young monster took hold of the torn blanket Sage had given them, holding it to their face in an attempt to hide from everything. It still carried the scent of nature, the rough fabrics somehow being comfortable against their skin. With a long breath in, Galvana cooled themselves and was reminded of their words of returning to the wubboxes side. There was more to be done. She wanted them around.

They sat the blanket aside, looking around the messy bed before grabbing one of the many snacks they stole and allowing themselves a meal. Sage will want them back soon, and they are going to follow her very words. There was more to learn. There had to be more. Of course, that may be saved for tomorrow. Maybe a week. Maybe even a month. Galvana was going to wait for as long as it took.

They just wanted to feel real again.

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spaceless-vacuum · 11 months

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I saw your yandere Link x Zelda x royal reader and I haven't been able to stop thinking about it.

I read this somewhere so be aware that this idea isn't mine, but basically it said that the first course of action with a royal!reader would be to try an arrange a marriage between reader and Zelda and I agree with that 100%, it's the safest option and the path with the least resistance in getting reader to love them. Reader can't fight back because their entire family and kingdom would be in agreement that Zelda is their betrothed (if anyone disagrees, the marriage would happen reguardless. If push comes to shove though, Hylia's champion would gladly take them aside to 'have a couple of words').

I also think this is really cool because politics <3, and that there could actually be an obstacle for Link and Zelda.

Betrothal (I was going to do multiple obstacles but I very clearly had a favorite and I'm too tired to continue)

My personal favorite: a fiance(e)! Imagine Link and Zelda being memorized by this royal from a distant kingdom, and throwing everything they have to try and woo you, only to get their hearts crushed when you reveal that you're arranged to marry another.

This can go many ways depending on how you feel.

Maybe you bond with Link and Zelda, scheduling regular visits to Hyrule in order to 'promote/strengthen healthy ties' (in actually the three of you chat all throughout the night: you explaining stories about your own kingdom, link recalling tales of various monsters he's defeated, and Zelda info dumping about various discoveries or castle affairs (she thinks her stories aren't as interesting, but you reassure her that they are, and can maybe he important for ruling in your own kingdom, much to her delight (not that you would ever get to rule your own kingdom, not if they could help it)). The three of you also explore the castle and it's various secrets and rooms, or rather, it's you exploring and them either following closely behind or even leading you there themself (though it's definitely Zelda leading, as link is still very much an active knight that needs to be behind you two at all times). Maybe they were just getting the paperwork done to finally officially start the courting of you three two, when they receive a tearful letter from you, explaining that you are to be wed to a royal/nobleperson against your wishes, and how you wanted nothing more than freedom ironic considering who you were writing to. Maybe you don't even write, maybe you just sneak off into the nearest carriage heading for Hyrule. Poor Link and Zelda get almost no warning when they are called into the throne room, only to see that it's you and boy do you not look good. They barely get out of the throne room before you all but sob their arms (once again, probably Zelda's considering she's the closest, but link is very quick on joining you two), crying about how you were forced into an arrangement where you're set to marry another. Link and Zelda can only make eye contact with each other before trying to calm you down enough so that you stop crying, because the sight of your tears breaks their hearts, as well as brings forth a rage and consuming desire to personally take down both of those dreaded kingdoms that decided to try and take you away from them.

(To make it even worse, I imagine that in this case, reader might actually have wanted to marry them as well. Those two are probably the only people to treat them as a person and not a royal figure, and you can't tell me that the topic of marriage just never came up whenever reader visited the castle, and they can be very persuasive when they want to be. I just imagine reader trying to apologize to them through tears, because they feel like the arranged marriage was their fault. Link and Zelda are quick to reassure reader that no, it was not their fault, but this entire ordeal only cements the fact, in their mind, reader cannot take care of themself, so they will do it for them.)

By the time you finally calm down enough to go to sleep, Zelda and Link (who probably isn't much help politically, but he wanted to try his best anyways (push comes to shove, he can find out where your betrothed lives and plan an 'accident')) are working overtime to try and find a way to get you out of the arrangement. Whatever the other is offering, they'll double, trying to poison the other party's reputation so that unification is ill-advised, even pushing forward that initial offer for Zelda to marry them. Don't get them wrong, if push comes to shove they'll just take you. You're already here, and knowing what awaits you back home, you aren't too inclined to leave.

If you do like you're betrothed, it gets a bit more difficult for them, however their actions relatively stay the same.

Maybe they're still drafting the letter asking for your hand in marriage; they know that you aren't too keen on the idea, but they're positive that they can eventually get through to you, especially if your family approves. Their plans and hearts are crushed however, when you come prancing into whatever room they were in, declaring that you are a taken royal! You happily ramble on about it, it's to some random person you had mentioned offhandedly before, someone they barely knew and wish they could crush. They could only listen to you halfheartedly, Zelda being polite and pretending to be happy alongside you and Link having to resort to the straight-faced mask of knighthood, knowing that his true face underneath was anything but supportive. Both of them only really cared for the important details: name, family, and date set.

They try to sprinkle seeds of doubt in your mind: apparently they treated the last partner they were set to marry so badly that they broke off the engagement for good, their entire kingdom is on the verge of collapse and that taking it on via marriage would doom yours aswell, they even tried to bring up assassination attempts supposedly increasing around that area.

They never did it in a way that made it seem like their idea, rather the occasional comment that would resonate with you with the hopes that you would think it's your idea and break it off cleanly, allowing them to slither their way into your heart. Anything that openly stuck with you, maybe a thoughtful hum in regards to their comments or a 'I didn't know that' would cause them to focus on that aspect and drive it in deeper. They still draft the letters like in the previous paragraph, but this time they're done without your knowledge, and you're still going to stay if all else fails, but it's in a much more typical yandere style.

(I find the idea that the two find out about reader's marriage just via wedding invite incredibly funny. The two just run around like headless chickens, trying to find a solution while being desperately low on time. I know that their solution is probably to just kidnap reader, but the idea of them completely showing up, seeing you in your wedding outfit, only to burst out of their seat during the time for objection with a 5 page document of the other spouses dirty laundry or, Hylia forbid, infidelity much more entertaining).

Off topic ramble that doesn't fit in to my idea but I wanted to share anyway.

This makes me wonder though, if reader was AFAB would King Rhoam even set it up/support, reader's parents, the rest of Hyrule's citizens? If push comes to shove regarding an heir, those three can pick up a random orphan like 'guess what :D', that or link can just become a king consort (or reader being a royal consort, depending on Link and Zelda's relationship status). Also a line of thought, is polyamory/polygamy a thing in royal families? It was more heard of for kings to have multiple consorts than queens, so would that still apply? Would Hyrule be a patriarchy or a matriarchy? I'm assuming it's still patriarchal because of the kings, but Zelda has always been important throughout history. Also, it's Zelda, not just any queen, alongside the hero of Hyrule, so would that change anything? I didn't really mean anything by this so these are quite literally just rambles I wanted to share.

Link would so gladly play wingman to Zelda if she asked for your hand are you kidding! I can see him unaware that he is also so sickly in love with you and just comforting you over the arranged marriage. Even if his words aren't as comforting because they're just the same nonsense the nobles and your parents have been spreading, he's still there to provide comfort and he likes to take you on walks. Showing you his favourite pathway through the woods so the two of you can get some fresh air and so you can clear your mind. You feel like you're going insane; everyone is pushing you to this and it all seems too sweet. Like a pie made with too much sugar it's all too much. Everything lines up too well and it is wrapped up in such a neat tight bow- you are restricted to a golden cage, and it's still a cage!

Yet it's a cage that will allow your kingdom to prosper. You wanted to marry out of love and not necessity. Zelda is all too polite or cordial for it to seem like it's just an obligation. On the surface she seems too calm and collected. There's no slip in the mask. You can tell by the look in her eyes the way the mask seems to drop as she calculates a response that will further push you into a corner. You can tell that not all is as it seems- she's just so distant. The time she spends with you seems so much like she's trying to hide what she's truly feeling and as more time in this country passes you're wondering what it is you're missing.

The most genuine moment you've spent with her was when the two of you passed each other in the hall and she was caught off guard. She didn't expect to see you today and you could tell she was surprised. Not preparing what to say or do she just stood there as you smiled and made polite conversation. She seemed taken back and blushed, laughing even as she tilted her head and examined you. Watching the way your mouth curled up in a smile and the way you held your hands as if each movement you made had to be watched carefully and categorised for later examination; it made you feel more like an expensive doll than a person. She walked by you as the conversation continued and her eyes never left your body. Looking you up and down and laughing as you blushed at such a frankly sudden gesture of interest.

You knew she wanted you but for what? That was what bothered you. She gained little politically from this and all the answers she threw out at meetings seemed to only work to get you closer to the heart of the kingdom. She said she wanted to genuinely get to know you but spent little time having heart to hearts. Behind closed doors she was just as calculating as ever but more touchy. She was testing the waters, testing you to see where your guard dropped and what buttons she could push. She claimed she wanted to drop all manners of civility so the two of you could really get to know each other but she never dropped the second mask she was wearing. What was it covering up?

Link was there to help and you knew this as he took you out often for walks but it was so hard to try and broach the subject of “this woman terrifies me.” and “she's still your friend isn't she?”. You kept a polite distance from him and mostly stared at nature as you walked. Maybe it was in the way you were so casual. Not making note of your nobility and acting like you were just another one of the people here earned his respect. You would do well in Hyrule and away from all of those nobles that only wanted to use you and his people for their own gain. This place was so much nicer for you and you wouldn't even have to worry about what was coming next. He would help you come to terms with your marriage and be here to comfort you; he knew what Zelda wanted and found it cute to watch her gush about you when the two of them talked in private. She was right, you were just so tempting it was impossible not to want to take a bite out of you.

. . .

You're not Hylian. You're not from Hyrule. Yet you wouldn't be able to tell this form the way you acted. You had no problem adhering to and respecting their customs and even seemed to enjoy them. Happily you shared your own countries' rules while not forcing anyone to adhere to them during the duration of your stay, rather bringing it up was a form of genuine pride in being able to share with them what they had shared with you. Allowing yourself to relax and drop the layers of what royal dignitaries required the other two followed suit. They were much more interested in the way you acted and talked; everything about you was just so hypnotising. Hyrule has its fair share of troubles when it comes to diplomas. Every time Ganon reincarnates he has the chance to wage war on Hyrule or fall to the triforce of power again and it's always a bit of a hassle explaining why stopping him is so important every time it comes up because he's only after Hyrule after all, so why should anyone else care?

They don't have to worry about that with you. You seem so genuine in wanting to help but as they spend more time with you it seems that your expressions of joy come from another place; you love being in Hyrule and truly want to learn more about them and its history. Why do they reincarnate turns into you slowly explaining you know how draining it must be but that it must be something they're more than happy to do because why else would they keep coming back? It just clicks with them, that sudden understanding that you get it. You understand that there's a burden they so gladly carry and you just want to know more about it and them, and by goodness are they happy to talk.

The meetings you three host slowly turn into hangouts that are spent just talking. Explaining Zelda as a concept and then how the hero continues into Link and then getting to know these two personally is certainly a way to promote healthy ties however it's mostly just an excuse to chat and hang out and everyone around the castle all agree it's so cute to see how close the three of you are. When you have to leave there's a lot of hugging and goodbyes and they promise to visit at some point and you swear you'll write and keep in close contact. Yet that isn't enough, they've had a taste and they won't let you leave. They know that you'll never get to rule your own kingdom and you'll probably just be wed off to some noble brat and the idea of it makes their blood curl.

No one else is allowed to lay their hands on you; but how do they get you to stay?

The idea was brought up by Link, he didn't even know it was a good plan until Zelda picked it up and workshopped it. You're bound to be set to marry a noble and if they ask for your hand first then your kingdom will only mark the price up higher. Anyone who doesnt play the game of politics by gaining more than what they gave is a fool after all. So Link says why don't they undercut a deal; then they don't have to give all that much if the person who was offering the price before was so much worse. Have someone come in and set the bar so low so the two can swoop in. That no matter what Zelda offers it so far exceeds them so what else could your kingdom ask for? They were already getting a better deal.

Zelda adored this idea and worked out a plan. There's more nobles to greet and talk to now that you're gone; and the timing of one unruly noble who was obviously no better than a rat seemed the perfect candidate. All she had to do was drop your name a few times, cementing you as a proper deal while not talking you up too much to make you seem too good of a prize. She would never allow him to keep you but Link was right. This way they could have you running into their arms instead and that would be so much sweeter than trapping you outright. You can't run away from them this way, and the game seemed fun.

The plan was simple and went smoothly. The letter you wrote to them bemoaning your fate after hearing the news- asking for advice on how to escape this was music to the Princesses ears. Her and Link invited you over to Hyrule and said if nothing else you could always run away, not that they want to worry you but darling have you not heard the rumours about that man! In truth he's nothing more than a royal brat but you don't need to know that and with how little interest you are showing him it's only a matter of time before you run into their arms to get away from him. When you show up in the castle they quickly wrap you up in their arms and swear to you that you will never have to leave again. Why would you need to after all?

Why return to those kingdoms that have only betrayed you when you can stay here? It suits you so much better. Just never leave and don't break the rules they set and you'll be alright darling.

The letter asking for your hand in marriage is only sent after you're already in Hyrule. It adds more pressure because they aren't keeping you by force so there's hardly any steady ground for your kingdom to complain, and the other prince can't say or do anything as he wasn't a suitable marriage candidate against Zelda by any means. Link is not much help as the negotiations and price for your hand is discussed but he is there to comfort you and asks if anyone needs to be taken care of. He'll happily plan for accidents to happen if need be! Until then he's running around with you, chasing bugs and picking up flowers to show to you. He's trying so hard to calm you down and make you feel at home. It's so sweet and you really do feel better surrounded by people trying so hard to make you a part of their lives.

How could you ever leave with a reception like that? You would have married them before if asked but this is the nail in the coffin. You can't go back and you wouldn't have wanted to so it all works out well. Even if a little startled you'll soon settle into a routine and bit by bit the worry fades and your new role starts to enter into view. Zelda slowly cements herself into your life and more than that she slowly makes sure you can't leave her through political means, and physical. Let's be real, kidnapping a princess and putting her in a tower away from the world may sound harsh but she's had her fair share with villains doing it to her so she knows a thing or two. With Link here you're not only royally (hah!) screwed, you're also dealing with someone who thinks it's so funny and hilarious that you think you could even attempt to get away from him.

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If you're leaving and just suddenly drop the fact that you're already being handed off, oh boy!

Oh lord, the rush of the two to try and find something- anything to make you leave your spouse is only countered by the first thought on their minds being to plant evidence. Any marriage can be ended by the right glove being placed on the right nightstand. Leaving small pieces of evidence around where not you, but other nobles will find it, your mother or father overhearing rumours that don't make sense but it's hard to trace or find out where they came from. One lady of the court claims she caught the trace of perfume on your spouse's neck and she knows it wasn't yours. Another says she heard or saw something and none of these rumours can be traced back to any one person but everyone claims they've heard or saw something.

The entire time you're stuck in this negative feedback loop. If you go through with the marriage you may be able to overcome this rough patch but what if it's true? What if what everyones saying is true and you're only just now learning about it? Your significant other was able to hide their infidelity when no one was looking but now that there's more trained eyes around they can no longer hide their tendencies. I mean this is a royal wedding after all- and arranged or not the way the call falls is that you don't know too much about the other person until the marriage is planned and the date set. The stress of the planted evidence gets to you most of all and of course just on time your friends arrive to assure you that everything will be ok.

They don't drop the fact that they know at all when they first arrive. This is especially hard for Link because he just wants to be able to yell at the top of his lungs at what a wretch you're marrying and take you away but these situations need a delicate hand and a trained mind from a different source, and Zelda is practically holding Link back the entire time. Hand on his sword arm to stop him from challenging your soon to be lover to a duel. Truly, if he made the mistake of just running him through with his sword the consequences could be dealt with after.

I mean how hard is it to hide a body? That gutless worm could never be a good match for you and his foul mood is easy to tell by the cold uncaring look in his eye that only seems to soften when you walk into the room. He would do anything to stop this wedding and is ready to carry out even the most callus orders the moment Zelda relaxes her grip.

For her part the only thing stopping Zelda from using a more heavy hand is… nothing. She has already set aside a room and a kidnapping date, the time you're leaving and the location your honeymoon will take place has already been found out and you're not leaving without a tail who's prepared to do whatever is necessary. Making it obvious is unnecessary. She's planting seeds of infidelity, Link is helping her with the kidnapping and carrying you back to Hyrule, and by the end of it this will all seem like one huge tragedy that all started once you sent the invite to them.

Inviting your best friends to the wedding, showing them your gown and god all they can think about is how good it would look on the floor of Hyrule castle and the beauty of you in all of your glory is fading because it's not for them! You're marrying some brat who's never going to see the light of day ever again because they made the idiodic choice of having you, they could have chosen anyone else and been safe but they were stupid enough to try and take what already belonged to them. You get to keep the dress but it's stained with a bit of blood by the time you reach Hyrule. The image of you smiling at them as you walk down the aisle is so bittersweet.

The only reason Zelda doesn't throw a fit right there is in no way because she needs to protect her image, damn that no one here has any say in what she says or does, but it's only because she's calm as she sits next to Link watching you pass them as you walk to some insufferable noble brat. It is ONLY because she knows more than everyone here that you two are destined to fail. Your spouse will be dead and the tears that fall down her cheeks are from anger and denial as you walk away from her. She should have kept you at the castle before you ever had the chance to leave but that's ok. You're never going to leave ever again. She knows you'll whine and cry as you are carried off and is so excited about what you'll say. Will you beg for that traitor's life? Swearing allegiance to her just to save his life would be so bittersweet but she can't wait to see the look on your face as you thrash and try to get away as she steals you away. She smiles as she looks at you and fantasises about being there to not only take the life you were promised away but to comfort you with a new one. One much safer and better she will assure you. She'll be the one to hold you from now on.

Link is only kept calm having been assured of the plan and because he knows he's going to be the one to carry it out. His sword has been switched out for several hidden daggers and his fingers twitch every few seconds as he counts the exits and the number of guards. Keeping himself busy by refusing to listen until it's your turn to speak. He can't help it, your voice is so lovely even if the words shouldn't be said to that brat. He curses himself for not acting sooner and wonders why he didn't place the blade in the spouses throat while he was getting ready. The plan to ambush your carriage is already in motion and he can't wait to see the look on that thieves face as the princess carries you off and he leaves to take care of the trash that soiled your good name by tying you to him. Vemrins need to be exterminated.

. . .

I like those rambles and I have to admit I think Rhoam would have plenty of things to say but not anything about you being AFAB mostly just about you and the marriage in general. He doesn’t mind you as a person if he's being honest but he would be worried about how this whole marriage thing would take Zelda away from her work or what you could do to help her with unlocking her powers but it really depends.

I loved the last part to this, just the idea of Link and Zelda with deranged looks on their face carrying you away from the scene of the crime. Good luck getting away from them!

#eye write #yandere link x reader #Yandere zelda x reader #legend of zelda #yandere legend of zelda #link x reader #zelda x reader #royal reader #kidnapping #arranged marriage #tw #cw #request

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us-laws-you-should-know · 5 months

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About The Blog

The short version is:

This blog is to bring awareness to American laws that affect a significant portion of the US population, but that many Americans may not know the details of.

More details about what this blog is, what it isn't, and who's running it below the cut.

What this blog is:

It's about United States laws specifically. Sorry non-Americans. Hey, if this inspires you, I fully encourage you to set up a similar blog for your own nation or area! But fifty states plus federal law is plenty for me.

It's about things that affect a big chunk of the US population. Labor law will definitely come up time and time again, because for something that affects lots of Americans there's a lot of ignorance of the law, or outright misconceptions, floating around about how labor law works. But it won't just be labor law, either. It just can't be too niche of a topic; I want there to be a decent chance that, without specifically tailoring a post to any individuals out there, the audience will include a number of people affected by the laws being cited.

It's about the factual state of the laws in question, as of the time I make the post about them. I'll do what I can to cite sources, especially direct sources, where possible.

What this blog isn't:

This isn't political. We're not taking a stand on whether the law is right or wrong, just presenting what it currently is.

This isn't a news source. Updates might happen, if and when they feel needed. But there's always a chance outdated information will be posted, especially if you're looking at older posts.

This isn't necessarily how the system actually works. Sometimes, people and organizations break the law (citation needed). Sometimes it happens enough that breaking that particular law becomes commonplace in a whole industry or area. Sometimes those breaking the law set things up so that whistleblowers who point out their illegal activities won't do so well afterwards. Sometimes some or all of the individuals involved don't know that what's happening is against the law in the first place. (But as the old saying goes, ignorance of the law is no excuse... which is one reason I hope to reduce that ignorance through this very blog!) "Illegal" is not a synonym for "doesn't happen".

This isn't a business, or a government service, or a registered non-profit. I'm one person sharing some information in my free time, that's all. If you like what I'm doing... well, I did turn tipping on. Maybe I'll break out a Kofi too.

This isn't legal advice. I am not a lawyer, and I am definitely not your lawyer. If the laws presented here affect you, I strongly encourage you to do your own research, and/or contact an actual lawyer, before taking action. Heck, if this blog gets people poking around government websites to find out the details of the laws featured here, that's a win in my book.

About The Blogger:

I may not be a lawyer, but I do work in the legal system. Specifically, I'm employed as and trained to be a paralegal. My usual definition of what paralegals do is "everything lawyers do, except for the things that only lawyers can do", which is a little opaque, so allow me to expand upon it a bit:

Imagine a lawyer at work. Think of all the things that must be done for the practice of law. Going to court and going in front of the judge, sure. Giving clients legal advice, of course. Communicating with the other side, and with clients, and perhaps even with the court. Filing documents. Organizing documents. Researching whether the law's on your side or not. Meeting new clients and getting together the details about their case.

Now, the big two things there that only lawyers can do are representing someone in court and giving legal advice. But the rest of it--letters or phone calls to opposing counsel, or clients, or even the judge; filing documents with the court; organizing documents (so much organizing documents); new client intake; even legal research--can all be done by paralegals, and in practice, a lot of it often is.

I specifically work in the field of family law, though unfortunately a lot of that is likely too niche and too variable to fit into this blog's posts, and have experience with the laws of two different states within the field of family law.

So I'm just another tumblr blogger, yes, but I actually do know a bit about the legal system, both in theory and in practice.

#about me #faq #pinned post #pinned intro #intro #intro post #blog intro

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shadowynn · 1 year

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Four of some of my favorite tropes in one fic!!!! I must be spoiled. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of Vampire!Ateez especially after Deja Vu. And i have such a strange fascination with cults. Seriously the first two chapters are amazing and I can’t wait to see what you have in store. Do you have a yandere type picked out for each of the boys or just a general yandere vibe? And hopefully Felix survives through it all. It’s such a creative idea!!!!

me too! i've probably watched way too many cult documentaries in my life, but i find them so fascinating. for this piece, i think it was going to start out more cult like when the idea first came to me, because that's how it is in 1BR, but then the idea of vampires popped into my head and i just couldn't not include it. it'll still hold cult elements to it, but the emphasis might be a bit more on the vampire side of things.

as for yandere types, i'm not quite sure, but i'll give a run down as how i imagine each one being beneath the cut.

as for felix, i am struggling. i love him, okay, but i'm also fully aware that he is in a very precarious situation here. the last thing i want to do is put him in any harm, but i'm fully aware that making it out unscathed through it all isn't going to happen. what all happens to him though, we'll just have to see. i don't see any physical harm going his way per se, but he might not get to stick around mc forever...

hongjoong is probably the worst out of them and is definitely the most possessive one. very much into showing y/n off and making sure everyone knows just who you belong to. and though he is willing to share with the others, this act of showing off can sometimes extend towards them as well. without giving too much away on how their abilities work, he will happily twist your mind to make sure your focused completely on him and takes absolute pleasure in the attention you'll give him in these moments. (i may or may not have a scene with mc and hongjoong that has been playing nonstop in my head since this idea started and i've been craving to write it but it's pretty far away in the plot line.)

seonghwa comes across as a caring and sweet partner, but can be very manipulative. he will always take care of you and make sure your needs are met, but sometimes his care will come from situations he caused himself. he just wants to be someone you depend on, and if he has to do certain things to make you aware of this fact, he will. and all the while, he will make absolutely certain you're none the wiser for it.

yeosang: while the others might be more forward or manipulative in getting your attention and love, yeosang is much more subtle. he might not go out of his way to gain your attention, but he doesn't need to. he would much rather have you to come to in, thriving in the fact he has you crazy for him without any major tricks or manipulation. but every interaction between you is carefully planned and calculated, the smallest of gestures or actions all but making you crave to get in closer. and once he has you there, good luck getting back out.

san: can be very clingy. wants to spend time with you constantly, and will make certain things happen so that you're forced to go to him. oh, did your washer or dryer suddenly break? guess you'll have to come over to his place and hang out for the next few hours to do your laundry. oh, you have someone over that's not one of them? will find an excuse to squeeze his way in and make sure nothing happens between you and your company.

mingi: the one to quietly control your life, dictating your actions and choices with quiet subtlety. while he does have concerns for your own safety and health, he does influence your decisions on what you do and eat to make sure your blood's quality is at the highest with actions such as bringing you food or asking you to accompany him on certain endeavors. can also be very overprotective, having a hard time letting you do anything by yourself. if you try to do something on your own, he has no shame in ensuring it doesn't end well for you. absolutely relishes in the way you'll come crawling back, telling you once again how he told you it wasn't a good idea and boosting your dependence on each of them.

yunho: may seem normal on the outside, but quietly works his way around so that you come to depend on him. uses your interests as a way to get in close, and is always there as a shoulder to lean on in times of need. can be manipulative, however, in these tactics as he uses them almost as leverage over you. oh, he just spent the day doing one of your favorite activities with you, now why don't you do something that he wants to do next? may seem like he's spending time or helping you as an act of kindness, but it's mostly for his own gain. wanting you to feel as though your indebted to him.

jongho: may seem not as bad as the others at first. he's desperate for your love and attention, but has more qualms than the others in using certain tactics to get it. once you're in close, however, is when his true colors show. extremely clingy and needy, and may whine when you go to leave, begging you to stay with him just a little longer. may get pouty if you choose one of the others over him, like you decided to sit in one of the others' laps, and uses these tactics to make you feel guilty and give him the attention he so desperately wants.

wooyoung: can also be clingy and can get very jealous at times. he's fairly decent with sharing you with the others, but if anyone else were to come too close, he'll be right there, pressing a lingering kiss along your skin and oh, so innocently asking who your friend is. a bit like hongjoong, he'll take his jealousy out on you afterwards. never violently, but almost slightly degrading. asking if that person could ever love you the way he can, if they could ever please you the way he can, etc. but while hongjoong takes more pleasure out of acting on these thoughts and actions in front of said person, wooyoung enjoys privacy. having your full attention on him only.

#winnie speaks #the paradigm complex

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it's in my nature {Tangerine} // 6

six. tangerine: refusing to be fooled twice.

Summary: Tangerine decides to deal with the murder of his terrifying boss's idiot son by confronting his prime suspect; Clementine. His approach is Manipulate, Manwhore, Malewife in that order.

{ Masterlist }

A/N: 5935 words. WHEW. i know this is like several weeks late but also work is v busy, there's a lot of events around the end of the year,,, but FINALLY we get proper clem and tang content, which is as much a treat for me as it is for y'all. let me know what you think!! im v excited for the next chapter already, and getting into clementine's head for her perspective on all that's happening. anywho, lemme know what you're thinking about it so far!!

Warnings: Don't be surprised when the OC is a terrible person and is implied to have done terrible things along with the rest of them. There will be smut in the future chapters.

Chapter Warnings: kind of implied body mutilation at the very end, discussion of death/murder

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They are fucked. Three words on repeat, or six if he was feeling especially passionate; one hundred percent absolutely goddamn fucked.

With no briefcase, and a dead Son, Tangerine's imagination is treating him to a clip show of graphic and painful suggestions for how The White Death might have he and his brother killed. It kind of reminds him of those Saw movies, but less gratuitous. Hopefully. No wonder Lemon had been foolishly optimistic about the mission even before their charge had been murdered, he hadn't even so much as glanced at the briefing, the history Tangerine had forwarded him on their client and his family history. Of course Tangerine feels like it's been burned into his brain. At least now, fully aware of the almost mythic reputation their boss had, and how he'd already lost the woman he loved, father to the son who, unbeknownst to them, had been murdered some time during that conversation, Lemon seemed to operating under an arguably healthy level of fear. At the very least, the fear would spur them both into action, trying to find both the money, and whoever had killed their charge, hoping the culprit would act as a lightning rod for the White Death's surely impending fury.

"You think it's The Scorpion," Lemon had muttered less than a moment after hearing Tangerine's plan.

"Of course I think it's Clementine," he scrubbed his hand over his face, frustrated with a lead he would rather not follow, "but I think we would have seen if she tried to get back past us to have a go at him."

"So you think she was working with someone?"

"Wouldn't put it past her."

"Wouldn't put anything past her now," Lemon agrees. Then, there'd been another silence as Tangerine had glowered in the direction Clementine had disappeared, towards car four. It'd been Lemon who suggested Tangerine go after her, while he would head in the other direction, also looking for whoever had their case. Just five minutes ago, however, Tangerine had watched his brother roll his eyes and accuse him of being predictably soft enough to let Clementine talk her way out of explaining her miraculous reappearance.

"'s extenuating circumstances, isn't it?" Lemon's tone wasn't exactly what Tangerine would call apologetic, but he'd take it, "we didn't know she was The Scorpion then, did we? 's not shocking The Scorpion could talk her way out of explaining herself, 'specially when you don't know she's The Scorpion; 's her job. But she's lost the element of surprise now," he went on, adding pointedly, "and I saw how she looked at you."

"How's that?" For all his brother's earlier judgement had seemingly vanished, Tangerine was wary of it coming back in full force if Lemon were to discover his relationship with Clementine was far less than platonic, so he's curious about what it may be that his brother observed, considering The Son had figured them out from observing one short conversation.

"Same way she did the entire time we were in New York;" he explains easily, tone far lighter than the situation probably warranted, "she might have been setting us up, but you know that whole saying, the best lies have elements of the truth?" Lemon shakes his head, breezing right past the fact that he'd seemingly made peace with the realisation Tangerine was still half-denying, "she was putting on that whole schoolgirl crush act before, but she obviously still listens to you; use that, turn it back on her. She deserves a taste of her own medicine." It's almost vitriolic; his brother is more than capable of spite and ire, but in this moment it surprises Tangerine; it must show on his face, since betrayal momentarily darkens across Lemon's features, "you know she was my friend too."

Which is how Tangerine ends up in carriage seven, still also keeping his eye out for the briefcase and whoever took it if it wasn't Clementine, who he really has to stop thinking of as Clementine, and not just because she clearly hates the name. Except why should that even be a factor to consider? What Clementine does or does not like shouldn't factor into any thought he has or decision he makes because she's the goddamn Scorpion; the vicious, untrustworthy lapdog of the man whose son she may or may not have helped murder, thereby definitely condemning The Twins to some form of unspeakable death, if what The Son had said was true. The only thing he needs to consider about her is figuring out what she'd said in New York that was based on the truth, so he can use it against her. Lemon was right; it couldn't all be an act, nobody, not even The Scorpion, was that good.

Car seven was far nicer than Clementine deserved, much to Tangerine's growing chagrin. He probably shouldn't have sworn when lamenting about not having chosen first class for himself, but at least the teenager had mouthed off beside and subsequently apologise to is surprisingly useful.

"You haven't seen someone with a silver briefcase have you? It's got a little train sticker on the handle," he explains, taking a shot in the dark on the proper looking young woman, who says that she actually has. This momentary delight turns to another bought of anger when he realises that the man she's describing is someone he ran into just moments ago; it explains why he appeared to be trying to hide from Tangerine by the luggage. Gritting his teeth with frustration, he finds himself at an unexpected impasse; he knows the guy could be getting off at the very next stop, and that he should be going after him, but there's still something bothering him. This is Clementine's carriage. Allegedly.

"Is everything alright?" The teenager asks again, doe-eyed and concern in her voice. She must be watching him scan the car and find no trace of the woman he's searching for.

"There's meant to be another passenger in here."

"Maybe they got off already."

He hopes the teen isn't right, but the more he looks, the angrier he becomes with himself. Of the few passenger in this car, he could spot no-one who Clementine would, or should have been guarding. Maybe that was dismissive, maybe one of the scattered business people were far more important than he assumed, but the first job she'd lied about today was being a tutor, and the only person here who would match that cover story well was the teen next to him, and she was clearly travelling with the older, tired looking man in the seat adjacent.

"There was no little, blonde woman in this car, was there?" Tangerine asks after a moment, defeated, just trying to confirm his suspicions. The teen thinks for a surprisingly long moment.

"I saw a woman who dressed a bit like a librarian, I think she was blonde."

"She was here?"

"Yes, with the man with the hat and the glasses and the briefcase."

"She was with the man with the briefcase?"

"I think so? He sounded very American, but I'm not sure about her, I'm sorry; I heard him talking about travelling all the way to Kyoto," she paused, and Tangerine has never felt more fury or relief in his life, "are they friends of yours?" The teenager asks, earnest.

"They're not very nice people, I'm afraid, they like to trick people like you and me; I'm just having a conversation with them, but you be careful if you see them again, you hear?"

"I'm not worried, I've got Uncle Kimura," with a sunny smile, she looks to the older gentleman beside her who appears hunched on himself. He doesn't exactly inspire confidence. At the guy kind of looks like he might have an edge to him, "right, Uncle?" The girl prompts. Kimura, who'd been looking at his knees, nods sharply. It's fine, these people aren't his responsibility. Tangerine thanks them and finally turns on his heel, heading the way the girl pointed, back the way he came.

Tangerine's almost all the way back through the sixth carriage when he glances over his shoulder and spots Clementine about to enter the carriage. Shouldn't she be ahead of him? He's already at the end of the carriage, having scoured every inch while trying not to draw too much attention to himself, but somehow she's coming from carriage seven. The door glides open and Clementine raises her eyebrows at him in question, but Tangerine turns away pointedly. It's a split second decision, but in the space between cars six and five there's a tiny bathroom, and after a moment of pause, Tangerine steps inside. Fuck he hopes she'll take the bait.

It's a shot in the dark, and possibly a very stupid idea; he has no idea how a creature like Clementine will react to being cornered, but he needs to make sure she can't get away when he starts to apply the pressure.

Thankfully she doesn't keep him waiting; she never has. Moments later, there comes a hesitant knock at the door.

"Housekeeping," Clementine tries awkwardly when Tangerine gives no response; it's an echo of so many all too familiar memories. Tangerine unlocks the door without a word. Clementine only opens the door enough to peer in; again, those darting eyes of hers survey the scene, searching every inch of the bathroom and it's occupant. Tangerine bites back an irate comment as Lemon's words swim to the forefront of his mind;

She obviously still listens to you; use that, turn it back on her.

"Come on, sweetheart," it's as gentle as Tangerine will allow himself to be in this moment, "you owe me an explanation." It appears to do it's job as Clementine's eyes focus solely on his; she hesitates, but she steps into the space without much more protest. With his focus so pin-pointed on her, he catches every minute movement she makes, the way she shifts her tight grip on her bag, the way she glances around furtively before she joins him in the crowded bathroom.

"It's a private conversation," Tangerine prompts expectantly. Though Clementine clearly understands what he means, she gives pointed pause before locking the door behind herself. Every movement she makes is a pantomime of placation and submission, deliberately undermining her true identity, like she's trying to still lull him into a false sense of security. Now he sees it for what it is, Tangerine feels like a fucking fool; she set him up, first in New York, now today. But he won't speak first. He wants to know how deep she'll dig herself if she thinks he's oblivious.

"Okay, you got me," she says finally, half sighing as she puts down her bag. What? She's just giving herself up? Like that? "I was just trying to do my job, but you're right, I do owe you an explanation, and I did tell you where I'd be, so I should have expected you to come looking for me, I just didn't think it'd be immed-" she sounds so fucking casual and Tangerine's patience only extends so far. So maybe he traps her against the door with his hand over her mouth, pinning her empty, fidgeting hands between them.

"Shut up, shut up, shut up," came out as a furious hiss, and there's some small victory to take in the momentary alarm in Clementine's eyes before she adjusts to understand the situation. While he can feel the way she's shifting again him acutely, tensing, readjusting to the situation, something strange happens to her expression. The tension drops, no expression beneath his hand, no light in her eyes as he's searching for something, anything in there. It's unsettling, he can't get a proper read on her. It's like she's turned off her face.

"Fuckin' scorpion's right," Tangerine scowls. Finally there's a reaction; Clementine's brow furrows and she says something but it's muffled by his hand. After a moment of deliberation, Tangerine moves his hand from her mouth to hold her jaw in an almost bruising grip, in an effort to keep her head pinned against the door.

"What detergent do you use?"

"What?"

"You smell really nice, what detergent do you use?"

"Does that sound like an explanation to you?" The words on his tongue are ice cold, a warning, but Clementine smirks.

"You sound stressed," her voice is low and laden with implications, and he feels her shifting her fingers, still trapped between them both. If she really wanted to free her hands, Tangerine's sure she probably could; no, this was just to remind him they were there. Oh, so it's like that?

Leaning in, he can feel the way her chest moves when her breath catches. There's the light of anticipation in her eyes and triumph in her smile, but his lips stop an inch from hers.

"You're a right fuckin' piece of work, sweetheart," he murmurs vindictively, gaze cold. It feels like a hard won victory to see the momentary confusion and anger in her eyes, "pretty, little Clementine's a great distraction, isn't she? At least until you split the targets up." There's something defensive in Clementine's eyes now, and when she shoves at him, he steps back. Manoeuvring smoothly around her as she stumbles forwards, catching herself on the wall, he easily blocks the door and her bag. When she looks back at him, there's almost betrayal in her eyes. A taste of her own medicine.

"The fuck are you talking about?"

"Lemon's still out there, searching for the man who you can pin all your little technicalities on; your partner with the glasses and the hat and my fucking briefcase."

"Your briefcase?" Clementine seems to snap automatically before the rest of his words sink in.

"So you did steal my briefcase?" Finally a fucking answer.

"I've spent this entire time looking for the fucking briefcase, I don't have it," damn it! " The man you're describing? I was told he had it, so if I knew him, or even found him, I would have the case, but I don't," she gestures, as if to emphasise the lack of briefcase in her possession. Then, taking a deep breath, she stands as tall as she's able, squaring her shoulders. With a defiant expression, her voice turns cold, "if I wanted to steal from you, Tangerine, I wouldn't need help."

Tension stretches from one moment to the next; neither Tangerine nor Clementine wanted to be the one to blink first.

"Keep your fucking ego in check."

"Why am I here?" Clementine rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. Again, she's gone back to being infuriatingly casual. Still, Tangerine gave a mean, little smile.

"Not so fun when you're not the distraction?"

"Why do you need to distract me?"

"Give Lemon plenty of time to make sure your partner is all ready to go for when we give you both over to the White Death," he sneered, leaning against the door for good measure, "his baby boy's killers, with a bow on top."

Clementine freezes.

"I don't do partners; if I wanted to kill the White Death's son, I promise you he would be dead before now."

"Funny how you say that," Tangerine lets the implications fester in the silence. Watching Clementine's expression, he finds there's something uncomfortable about being able to pin point the moment she turns her expression off once more. But she's fidgeting again, pulling and fussing with her gloves in a way that's almost distressed.

"I thought you were better than this," there's emotion in her words, but none of that reads on her face; "he plays the victim like it's a sport; I thought you had more self respect than to be his simpering little lackey -" it's the cruellest she's ever spoken to him, so he feels justified responding in kind.

"The only reason I haven't killed you for endangering my mission is so I can hand you over to The White Death myself."

"No," it escapes her almost involuntarily, the word coming out more like a gasp as she finally seems to believe him, expression quickly flickering back to life with a confused frown, "no," this time its almost a childish whimper as she seems to disregard her immediate situation, moving on instinct as she tries to shove past Tangerine, "this isn't funny, I need to -"

"I think we'll stay right here; don't want you scampering off."

"Tangerine, move, if he wants my fucking attention he's got it, okay?" Voice terse, she shoves him again, more forcefully, but still he refuses to budge, "move, or I will make you move." There's a definite threat in her words, but the light in her eyes is strangely dim, her gaze has gone shallow.

"You understand why I can't."

"I didn't kill him."

"I'm not about to take your word for that, sorry sweetheart."

"Cuff me then," she spits, "take my phone, walk me through the train like a fucking convict; I'm seeing him, with or without you." She's not looking at him, she's doing that thing with her eyes, the unsubtle searching for exits or advantages. There's no teasing nor sarcasm, the suggestion was deadly serious.

"Why do you even need to see him? To make they finished the job?" Still, Tangerine wasn't about to give her even an inch to run with unless he was sure he could keep the situation contained.

"I'm a bodyguard!" The outburst is surprisingly raw, frustration and desperation bleeding into her words, "I'm looking after a fucking teenager, look at me, Tangerine, you think I'm dressed like this for my health? That I'd be so fucking obvious as to have a conversation with all of you if he was my fucking target?" With Tangerine still refusing to move, Clementine has grabbed the lapels of his jacket, standing almost flush to him where he blocked the closed door. There's actual desperation clear as day in her eyes, written across her whole damn face. She's searching his expression for any hint of compassion, but she will find none considering how little he can bring himself to trust her. "Please."

"Not with your bag," finally, Tangerine's voice comes out as a murmur. The confusion is at least easier to look at than despair.

"What?"

"I don't trust you; I'm taking your bag."

"No."

"This is not a negotiation, Clementine."

They're still nose to nose, all but sharing breath in this tiny bathroom, this minute moment. The anger, the desperation disappears from her face like curtains closing on a show; he still doesn't know if it's a deliberate act or a defence mechanism.

"Okay," comes as a whisper, and slowly Clementine steps back. There's no light in her eyes, no fight, just resignation. She picks up her leather bag and offers it. Tangerine takes it almost automatically, but Clementine still holds on for a moment as he goes to pull it from her grip, "there's a lot of medical supplies in there; just tell me you'll give it back if I need it." Oh.

Tangerine gives a solemn nod, and finally Clementine lets go, lets her hand fall to the side. After a moment, Tangerine finally feels like he can open the door, can take Clementine to see The Son. Still mostly convinced that she is at least working with the bastard who killed his charge, Tangerine finds he's feeling a healthy level of apprehension, only barely eased knowing he's holding a majority of Clementine's resources.

Beyond the door is a very startled looking man with his hand half raised. He half mumbles an apology before Clementine weaves her way around Tangerine.

"Oh, no excuse us, sir," she practically giggles, responding in Japanese to the poor civilian, her eyes bright and exuding a mischievous air. It's an uncomfortably sharp tone shift from just moments ago. But Clementine catching him off guard earlier happened to be exception, not the rule; their line of worked had always necessitated flexibility.

"Sorry about that, mate," Tangerine nods awkwardly to the gentleman, who is smiling and nodding and trying to shuffle further out of what he perceives to be a happy couple's way. Clementine's already a few steps ahead, but Tangerine manages to loop a finger in the waistband of her skirt by the small of her back, catching her before she steps into the carriage proper, "sweetheart."

When she looks at him he could almost swear her eyes were bloody well sparkling. They should end the bit, the man is in the bathroom and the door is closed; why is she smiling like that? Why is he letting her take his hand?

"What?" There's a teasing edge to her voice, "can't blame a girl for being in a good mood," she gives his hand a squeeze. The door slides open and they head into the aisle between the other passengers, and Tangerine lets Clementine's hand shift against his so their fingers were linked as she trailed ahead of him. This familiar warmth came with warning bells now, but still he let her lead. Everything about her seemed so relaxed, confident, and bouncy, but for every eye she caught, they just as soon seemed to look away dismissively.

"Even the train mascots are adorable here," he hears Clementine coo as they're a few seats through the fifth carriage, squeezing herself to the side to allowed one of the plush, oversized costumes to pass. Tangerine lets her lead him out of the way too as he reorientates himself amid the ethereal, neon low-lighting of the carriage. Tangerine barely registers that he's plucked a stuffed toy out of a kid's hands before he's frowning at it in confusion.

Mononga, Lemon had said a much earlier. Kind of goofy-looking, with wide, vacant eyes. It kind of reminds him of Clementine in that unnerving, expressionless state she kept going into earlier. But he doesn't say that out loud; the comparison is unflattering, even if she had just complimented the creature's design.

"Souvenir, I guess?" He offers, giving Clementine's hand a squeeze to grab her attention. Her expression is just as open and naive as her bubbly chattering would lead anyone else to believe, and she lights up at the sight of the plushie. The neon side lights catch her blonde hair in blues and purples, like something out of a dream. This feeling isn't real, he has to remind himself, before deciding to turn this sweet, false nostalgia back on her. It was time to test how much truth their was in her lies.

It's a series of memories he finds himself dredging up from New York, shy embarrassed smiles she couldn't seem to help in quiet moments when she caught him watching her; at the time, she had seemed too good to be true, and she was. Perfect by her own design. But every time she'd half-heartedly tell him to stop, blushing furiously, unable to look him in the eye once she'd realised. She'd jokingly scolded him, careful, Detective, if you keep looking at me like that, I might fall in love with you - but when he'd asked her 'like what' she'd gone quiet. She never asked him to stop after that.

("So you think Clementine fucked you in New York because she loved you?")

So when Clementine looks from the toy to Tangerine, he focuses on that one moment of hope, of relief that he'd felt when he'd first seen her on the train. The way he'd feel whenever she'd knocked on his door in New York. Clementine actually comes to a momentary standstill; it works. There's more truth to those memories than she probably hoped he realised, at least judging by the way her whole expression softens for the barest moment. There's definitely several layers to this brief interaction he should think about more carefully, but unfortunately he doesn't get the chance.

Before Clementine can take the toy he's offering, the large mascot suit they'd passed looms up behind her, it's big, plush hand grabbing her upper arm. It's other hand keeps fussing awkwardly with something, but Clementine faces it with a confused frown, wrenching her arm out of it's grip. The mascot gives a cutey wave, emitting a string of nonsense babble before it tries grabbing at her arm again, somehow even more insistently.

"What the -?" Tangerine mumbles, with very little frame of reference for appropriate mascot conduct, which is the moment Clementine chances a confused look back at him. Seeing her own expression mirrored seemed to convince her it wasn't something he'd set up to double cross her, so in a flash, she beams. Everything happens in a flash after that -

"You're cute, but I'm with him," once again there's that bubbly, bright voice, and it's all an act again. But it's immediately followed by Clementine slipping her hand from Tangerine's and punching the mascot at a calculated diagonal, her hand disappearing between where the costume meets the mask, and there's a muffled but distinctly English 'fuck' that's far deeper than the nonsense the creature babbled a second ago as it goes toppling backwards. Tangerine pelts the stuffed toy at its large look alike for good measure, calling it an asshole. He can hear Clementine laugh, even if she doesn't look back at him; that's the part he'll remember in hindsight.

In car four, they meet the bar cart head on at an impasse in the middle of the aisle, and Tangerine slides into an empty seat, pulling Clementine out of the aisle and into his lap. He feels her tense with surprise, hand flying to where he has an arm wrapped around her middle, he can feel her begin to dig her fingers against his sleeve before her mind catches up with her instincts and she relaxes.

Tangerine apologises to the train attendant pushing the cart past them while Clementine leans back against him, giggling.

"Careful, sweetheart," he chides in a voice loud enough for the few surrounding passengers to hear.

"You'll be careful for me," she teases sweetly, matching his volume but shifting in his lap just a little, enough to tuck herself against him momentarily. He feigns half-hearted apology as he looks to the attendant again so he can pretend like he doesn't notice that Clementine still can't look him in the eyes, but instead of looking away from the spectacle they're making, the attendant's expression softens, charmed by the charade, telling them they're very sweet, and to have a good day.

They weave together around other passengers, pieces of luggage, and attendants with a fluid ease, matching each other's energy even as their chatter had died down. But, in the space between carriages three and four, everything very suddenly stops.

Dropping his hand, her attention is drawn to the small window into carriage three. A long moment passes before she tries to retreat, tries to edge into the vanity area he'd first found her in to now dart past him.

"That's three you owe me," he tells her. Clementine's mouth presses into a thin, unhappy line, but she doesn't look away from the door. At least she's stopped moving, "what the fuck?" Tangerine clarifies, holding up a first finger, "what the fuck was that?" He pointed with his now raised two fingers towards the door they just came through, "and why the fuck we've suddenly stopped?" Three.

"Easiest thing I could think of." Frowning at the door to carriage three, she starts fidgeting again; Tangerine thinks he sees a strange kind of discolouration around the fingertips of her right glove, like some kind of residue that left the dark gloves a slightly different texture and colour than they should be.

"What?"

"People are very dismissive of silly, pretty girls, and very forgiving of the sensible, handsome boys they loudly love to dote, on while pulling them at borderline unacceptable speeds through public trains," it sounds almost rote, like she wasn't even thinking about what she was saying, like she was reciting from a script, an established truth, "and loving you is easy for me." Like it's the simplest thing in the world, and not an ego-shattering blow for how easily she apparently found him to manipulate. When she looks to him, or rather, when she looks past him, still her expression is unreadable, "easiest cover I could think of."

He puts a pin in that for later, no sense dwelling until after he survives this fucking train ride.

"Why have we stopped? There's only five stations to Kyoto."

Clementine grimaces, turning her attention back to the door. From this angle, neither of them can see The Son where he should be slumped against the window.

"This is a cruel joke," Clementine's voice is flat, barely a murmur, "he's mad at me, of course he wants me to believe I'm being framed for his murder," there's an unfamiliar uncertainty in her voice all of a sudden, a wobble she can't quite hide, "he's so petty, he wants me to think it's happened again."

"We don't have time for this -"

"You don't have time," Clementine's bordering on audible distress again as Tangerine hears the door to carriage four hiss open; she doesn't seem to notice it, "I didn't hurt -" Tangerine, in an effort to keep their current, unfortunate situation from the ears of any strangers, follows Clementine's earlier lead when he kisses her to shut her up, holding her face in his hands.

Clementine takes the hint and shuts up.

There's an unmistakable yearning in the way she has always kissed him, and it comes through even now. Maybe it's the way she wraps her arms around him, she's still fidgeting just a little, but it still as she settles into it. Maybe it's the way she kisses him back without hesitation, fitting against him like she was made for this moment. Or maybe it was about the half second before he even leaned in, how her voice, her protests, had gone quiet the moment he'd held her face, how she'd bounced up on her toes automatically in anticipation, and the quiet, surprised hope that had been brighter in her eyes than any distress in that split second.

"No loitering here, please," a voice greets them in kind, but firm Japanese, and they both break apart to see an attendant smiling awkwardly at them. Clementine whips her hands behind her back quickly, flushed. Tangerine apologises to him, and when he turns back, Clementine is looking at the door to the third car, fussing with the hem of her sweater that she'd just untucked, cheeks all pink.

"Now or never," she says softly, unable to look him in the eyes. There's something different about this moment; Tangerine has no idea how to feel about what he'd just done, or what Clementine's reaction to it all means to him. She gestures for him to lead, but he offers his free hand, the other still holding her bag. Clementine takes his hand, and lets him lead her through the door to car three.

Tangerine is barely a step ahead of Clementine, but the moment his booth comes into view, his attention is drawn not to The Son, gaunt and at an odd angle across two seats, but to his brother, face down on the table. Immediately he lets go of Clementine and rushes to his brother's side. Oh god -- No blood from the eyes or mouth, definitely still got a pulse; seems like he got a bit knocked around but he'll be alright -

"There's a silver flashlight in my bag if you wanna check for a concussion," Clementine's tone is completely flat, but she's close. She hadn't taken the opportunity to run. He's... surprisingly grateful. When Tangerine finally turns to her, he sees her looking at Lemon, her expression drawn. She's leaning against the seat across from him, standing in the aisle all carefully casual with her arms crossed, but her back to The Son and the tense set of her shoulders betrays her, "if he's non-responsive, or isn't waking up, open up one of his eyelids, shine the torch from the outer edge of his eye inward, and do the same on the other side, his pupils should constrict." And her gaze flicks to meet Tangerine's, expression serious, tone no-nonsense. From where he's leaning over to check his brother, Tangerine can see the discrete way her hand is still fidgeting, "if they don't, or if they are but it's taking longer than it should, then there's a problem." After a moment, she breaks the stare, looking down at her shoes, the muscles in her jaw tightening almost imperceptibly.

Tangerine opens her bag. The first thing is notices is the torn lining inside, and something plastic behind it -

"Are these SIM-cards?"

"Can you put a pin in invading my privacy?" She's still looking at her shoes, "the flashlight should be somewhere in with my medical supplies, use it or give my bag back."

The medical supplies take up a bulk of the bag, which isn't surprising when he sees leagues beyond what would be in a simple first aid kit. There's sterilised, packaged medical tools, dressings, drugs, splints, syringes, swabs, scalpels, a damn stethoscope -

"You know how to use all this?"

Clementine makes an affirmative noise in the back of her throat but doesn't look up.

As far as Tangerine can tell, following Clementine's instructions, Lemon doesn't have a concussion. He leaves his brother for now, no sense just waiting around when there's still a man with their briefcase somewhere on the train that he needs to find. He goes to grabs the glasses that he'd previously put on The Son to hide his bleeding eyes, posing the poor bastard back up against the window, only to see Clementine, her bag in hand, at the door to the next car already. Tangerine follows briskly, catching her wrist before she can enter car two.

"I thought you wanted to see him." He drops her hand the moment she turns to him.

"I saw him," her tone is unreadable, she can't look at him now, "we need to find who did this."

"Your accomplice," Tangerine corrects spitefully. Clementine glances behind herself with a frown, slapping the open door button. Clementine backs into the space and Tangerine follows; the door slides closed affording them far more privacy.

"If I was going to kill him, I wouldn't get someone else to do it for me," she snaps, finally meeting his gaze, "but despite how shitty things got between us, I genuinely did not want him dead."

"So you hoping that his father cut out his tongue was, what, foreplay?"

"I wanted him to hurt, sure, but I never wanted him to die."

"Still not sure that argument would hold up in court."

"Well if we can't find who actually did it," Clementine tells him snarkily, "you can have a front row seat to me presumably been thrown feet-first into a wood chipper, right before our boss shoots you and your brother in the head."

Tangerine's expression is stony for a few long moments as Clementine scowls at him, before he lets out a long, irate exhale through his nose.

"Okay Scorpion, let's say I believe you didn't kill the Frog, how exactly does that save me and Lemon from execution? Because I'm not sure if you heard, but the last poor bastard who failed the White Death's family so fucking severely lost four fingers for surviving a car crash, and apparently he actually quite liked them." He's hoping it hits Clementine the way it hit him, all at once, instilling the fear of God into her about the whole situation, but her expression has darkened.

"Tangerine, how exactly do you think I lost my fingers?"

"How the fuck is that relevant right now -?" it's this exact moment that it all fits together in his mind, and he goes dead silent. Then, despairingly, "you didn't kill him."

#tangerine bullet train x oc #tangerine #tangerine bullet train #tangerine x reader #tangerine x oc #tangerine imagine #tangerine bullet train x reader #tangerine bullet train imagine #bullet train #bullet train 2022 #bullet train oc #bullet train movie #its in my nature

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kreideprinz69 · 8 months

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Something that really grates on me about a lot of anti-Koma people is the complete lack of empathy for Nagito in regards to his actions from the Dead Room to the Chapter 5 Trial. Treating it as if it's the single most reprehensible thing any culprit has done over the course of the entire series. When it is pretty much the exact same shit that Asahina was pulling in the first game's fourth trial. But with a far less petty motive. We see how the remaining five survivors react when they discover the truth of the NWP in Chapter 6. They are all on the verge of a breakdown as it all starts to become too much for them, and they only narrowly pull themselves back together to initiate the shutdown. Now imagine how they would react if: 1. All those survivors were isolated from each other when they learned the truth. 2. They were not made aware of the fact that their apparent turn to evil wasn't actually voluntary, and that they too are victims. 3. They did not have the three DR1 survivors and AI Chiaki to offer moral support during these revelations. 4. They were not made aware that any person who dies in the simulation will actually be possessed by Junko's AI in the real world. Because those were the circumstances of Nagito learning the "truth" in Chapter 4! His antis get so worked up over his bitchiness towards Hajime and the others, that they refuse to see just how tragic and pitiable the situation really is. What at first seems like a bizarre and vicious betrayal is actually a young man finally having his spirit broken after a life of endless traumas. Becoming so ashamed and disgusted with himself that the only thing he can think of as a small act of penance is to torture himself to death and get his classmates executed for their crimes. While not realizing that he's inadvertently aiding the same Ultimate Despair he's trying to stop. And it pisses me off when it bleeds over into fanfics too, with most of the cast ostracizing him for it. Because come the fuck on. Characters like Teruteru, Fuyuhiko, and Peko really don't much have a leg to stand on with that, considering their actions would have had essentially the same result if the class trials went their way. Me personally I like to think they'd keep a careful watch on him. But also make clear to him that while they don't condone his actions and think he made a terrible mistake, they're not going to condemn him either. Acknowledging that if they'd been in his position, they don't know what they might have been capable of. Considering how his character grew, I like to think Fuyuhiko would be one of the first people to admit that he'd probably have reacted just the way Monokuma wanted him to if he'd been given that special "prize".

YESS this! this right here omg, i love talking about this.

i think it's really easy for people to treat nagito with a total lack of empathy because of just how far removed nagito is from his own humanity. so a lot of people just put the insane label on him and don't take much of a further look at his actions. but the reality is that every action he's taking holds so much meaning and has never not had a well thought out reason. doesn't make them justifiable, but does offer so much more depth into his character than just being "crazy."

also i agree on the aoi part, i really don't get how people hate nagito for chapter 5 but don't say anything about aoi trying to get her classmates killed in the trial. dont get me wrong, thats not me ragging on her, because i adore aoi. its just the inconsistencies in how people treat characters for their actions that bother me. i think people forget just how much of a stressful situation the cast is in. suddenly waking up where you're not supposed to be, missing memories, knowing your friend or you might die at any moment, not to mention the investigations and trials; thats all pretty fucked up.

and like you said, nagito was ENTIRELY on his own when he learned the truth about everything happening. he was already in a lot of mental distress when the killings started, so the whole "truth" would have just completely broken him. he's been so violently traumatized his entire life, literally everything has been taken for him and supposedly he's going to die from his illness soon since there's nothing left for his luck to take. the only thing he's been able to do is cope through his obsession with hope, (and if we remove the obsession with hope and just focus on the fact that they're inside a simulation and caused the world to end, that's already stressful enough. the main cast BARELY coped even with all the help) so when you take that into account AND that he was actively working against the one thing that could never leave him (hope)- that's pretty fucking destroying! the only way for him to not lose the last thing he had, was to commit suicide in the way he did. which he full heartedly believed was for the greater good.

the sheer mental distress you would have to be under to be totally okay with torturing yourself before committing suicide is, KIND OF A LOT lol. also, props to him for coming up with such an elaborate plan despite the stress he was under. i honestly feel like his death was heavily foreshadowed. the entire game he talks about wanting to be a stepping stone for hope and that he's okay with being killed for it. his entire life has all just been one big tragedy too. the way he died, his motives behind it, and goal to become the ultimate hope; it was honestly a great ending for him. but im not gonna go into depth on that because im already probably getting off topic here whoops

but lets talk about his bitch arc for a second (chapter 4.) people blow it SO out of proportion. nagito was an asshole for one afternoon and was bullying hajime because he's angry he's in love with some loser. its just funny to me how some people make it a huge deal and use it to say nagito hates hajime. in chapter 5 before he dies, he literally shows remorse for his actions and barely anyone talks about it!. i can talk about that a bit more on a different post if someone is curious but im trying not to let this get ungodly long lmao

also yes, the way characters in fanon will be overly critical with nagito. while i do believe they were a littleee bit harsh with him in the game (another thing i could rant about but i'll spare you) i really don't think they would hate him after the simulation. on the final trial with junko, they almost let her win. and when they learn about being remnants and they all wake up, i think they would have come to understand nagito at least a LITTLE bit better. literally none of them are inoccent, so they probably came to realize they weren't all that much better than nagito. while we don't really see nagito interact with the other characters much in the danganronpa 3 hope arc; he looks to be on good terms with the rest of the cast. and just judging by how they all agreed to just live for the future and put the past behind them, i do think they would try their best to give nagito a chance, even if they're a bit weirded out by him. also i totally agree with the fuyuhiko bit! i think he's a very reasonable person that understand morally grey areas, so i like to think he was one of the first to start giving nagito a chance.

okay sorry that this was SO long oh my god. i cannot make myself stop talking sometimes, especially if it's nagito related sdhjfbsdfkhjb. but thanks for the ask because i find discussing this stuff super interesting!!! <3

#nagito komaeda #danganronpa 2 #sdr2 #sorry if this is incomprehensible i am barely awake

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crossguild · 1 year

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genuinely can't imagine what difference knowing lovelace is an alien would've made to the outcome of the mutiny on mw and jacobi's part. like, presumably at that point that still wasn't anything that would've been shared with minkowski, and jacobi was definitely not going to NOT blow up hilbert, and maxwell would still be convinced that minkowski wouldn't shoot, and would have given jacobi the go-ahead, and mk was not gonna back down on... anything...

then jacobi being like 'the WORST i have EVER been betrayed is when my boss didn't share this one piece of information that would totally have made a difference even though i don't know what difference that would have been, that he was very explicitly told not to share with me by our sadistic boss who throws people out windows. that is the worst thing that anyone has ever done to another person. finding out kepler is not 100% in control all the time is the worst betrayal i have ever exerienced' which, that and also the episode no complaints and also his 'i trust kepler with my life moment' all implies that he's actually very content with his job the other 99% of the time that he's spent in it considering he expected a workiversary celebration which no normal human in a horrible corporate job does

and it's pretty clear from the canon that jacobi knows exactly what corporate espionage entails, given that he was a-okay with doing it for six years and also had no problem with having information withheld from him as long as things work out in his favor, and he had no problem at all with mind control or stripping people of their autonomy as long as it wasn't happening to him...

and minkowski was like hey you know how in the riddle of the orion the lesson is that you always have a choice to make, and you're accountable for that choice? you could also have decided not to blow up hilbert. that wasn't even like, an explicit order or anything? it was just an option you had that you as an individual decided to take because kepler left that decision to you? that you're responsible for?

and the narrative was like yah kepler is a dick who is a corporate spy/fixer and by dint of his job he is a Bad Guy in our narrative, but jacobi COULD have been portrayed as a genuine victim of all of that but he very much was not, and was instead an active and enthusiastic participant who enjoyed being enabled by his job as a corporate espionage guy

yet i have to read multiple essays about what a poor abused victim jacobi is because he got real mad about (checks notes) his corporate spy/fixer boss doing exactly what a spy/fixer boss always does and what he has always done and which has only suddenly become a problem for jacobi because jacobi feels guilty for what happened but he refuses to acknowledge or own up to it so he blames the only other person he has a modicum of influence over while they're being held as prisoners of war.

and even in blaming kepler he didn't say 'we' could have used that information, he says well maxwell would've been able to do something with it, which is not necessarily true (they'll never know cause she's dead! so he tells himself that and can use it as fuel in his 'mad at kepler') but which is kinda sweet that he has that much faith in his team, except when that faith becomes 'they can literally do the impossible and any failure to do so is someone's fault but it sure isn't mine, when bad things happen as a result of my actions it's no one's fault but i might get unfairly blamed for it'

i like the characters of w359 because none of them are strictly good or bad and they all make bad calls and fuck up and hurt others, and that complexity makes them very nuanced and realistic. i like jacobi a lot! I'm just also aware that he's The Worst. and erasure of him being the worst makes him a MUCH less interesting character

#wolf 359 #daniel jacobi #spoilers

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otakugoddes · 2 years

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Hi hun I saw your angst prompt list and idk if you're still doing those but if you are can I have prompt 1 or 6 for Sanemi?

If you don't wanna do it, it's fine!

Angst Prompts "Maybe in another life we'll be together" + "I'm not her/him/them. I dont think I ever will be"

Warnings: Mentions of death and violence; mutual pining and one-sided relationship; mild profanity; gender-neutral reader (they/them and you).

Type: ANGST

A/N: Your request is my command! Thank you for my first ask! I'll do you one better...I'll do both! Though it might not be what you're thinking.

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Sanemi never imagined himself falling for someone, there were very few people who he actually opened up to and trusted. Most of the time his dedication to his job was seen as his downfall.

Even as a Pillar, there was no guarantee of life in this job.

He knew that, though he was reluctant to the aspect of trying himself down to a domestic life, especially since there was a chance he could leave that person. Not by natural causes either.

"All the more reason to live life like you're dying right? Since we don't know when we'll draw our last breath...its obvious we have to living fulfilling lives until then!" You had told him, and you just pissed him off.

You were reckless.

Fearless.

Spitting Death in the face.

Only to look at him smugly every time when you returned from a mission, bloody and bruised, with that devil-may-care grin. "Well, looks like I'm stuck seeing your ugly mug again!" You smirked at him.

Everyone knew of the tension that resided between the two of you, the underlying feelings that made your cruel words meaningless when compared to your actions.

Sanemi was in denial.

There was no way he was in live with you.

He couldn't be.

You were just someone who happened to get on his nerves, and someone he happened to be protective of when things were cutting it too close.

You were more in tune with your feelings though.

Aware that the wind Pillar hated you more than anything, but utterly and irrevocably in life with him yourself, hiding it under airs and smirks you knew would piss him off. So, it was probably because of his pride that he refused to notice your actions being anything beyond trying to annoy him. Or his head was too far up his ass like his ego.

So it took one mission.

One mission out of how many that you were paired together. Years of "rivalry" only to come down to one mission.

Sanemi was on your left, chest heaving and bleeding.

You were holding your nichirin blade, looking as messed up as Sanemi felt. This demon was proving to be a problem, two hours of fighting it to turn up with no results and no way of killing it.

"This is pointless! Fuck!" He grunted.

You looked at him.

Sanemi was the kind of person who'd fight till the end, never letting up once, that's what you admired about him. He didn't want to tell you but, he was so bleeding so badly he would soon die. Instead stubbornly insisting to fight, despite his fatal injuries.

"Hey! Sanemi!"

"We gotta kill this thing!"

"Sanemi!"

"I cant move!"

"SANEMI FUCKING LOOK AT ME!"

"WHAT?!

It must have been the look in your eyes, because his widened, you activated your (breathing technique). Stepping in front of him, "Live Sanemi!"

A few seconds later there was a flash of light, and he heard the sound of bone and sinew crunching.

He looked up to see the demon fade, and you on the other side, but he knew there was something wrong when you turned towards him...with a pained smile.

"(Name)! Hey! You idiot! Why'd you do that? That form is dangerous?!" He yelled at you, catching you when you legs threatened to buckle and held you close.

As he scolded you for being reckless you removed your hand from your torso.

Blood seeped into your haori, and you put your hand on his cheek to stop him from yelling.

"Shut up for five seconds!"

"What the-?"

You smiled again, this time a real one. And Sanemi started to tear up, he could fe your body growing cold...could hear the last beats of your heart.

"Why wouldn't you let it strike me? You're a fucking idiot!"

"Don't waste tears on me Sanemi!"

You leaned upwards, and he craned his head towards you, "I love you, Sanemi. I have for a while now. But I guess the universe says we're not meant to be!"

He wasn't fazed in the slightest by your confession, more the finality of the tone, "No! Don't talk like that! I'll drag your ass to Shinobu and she can help!"

You shook your head, "I'm beyond saving!"

"You want to leave me now...is that it?! God, I get everybody dies...but you cant fucking leave me now! Not after saying that!" He yelled, gripping you tighter as if that would keep you there...honestly his grip started to hurt.

But you did nothing to stop him, the hurt felt better than his denial to accept that you were leaving.

"Are you going to say it back so I can die in peace?" You grinned, it was painful to do but worth it when his face scrunched up.

He scoffed, amusing you.

"Hey...you can have my blade!" You laughed and handed him your nichirin blade.

"STOP! Stop talking like that!" He was crying but laughing in the same breath, as if delirium caught up with him.

"Maybe in another life we'll be together! I love you...," You smiled, kissing him with bloody lips and suddenly...your body went limp in his grasp.

He choked back the sob...whispering "I love you too" back to a corpse as he gripped your lifeless body.

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A few years later, he got married. While he loved his wife, he still mourned your loss, a love that he never got to pursue because if his own stubbornness.

But he was fulfilling what you told him.

To live.

And by that, you meant have a life, fall in love and get married. You knew your death was coming, so one line from you and he was doing as you asked.

He had told his wife about you, not the part about where he had been catastrophically in love with you...and still was after all these years.

His wife always got the feeling that there was something he wasn't telling her.

In another room of their estate he had your sword displayed along with your shrine, and while he never said to not to touch your blade...she always got the feeling that she shouldn't touch it.

One night...her curiosity got the better of her.

She went into the room and knelt by the shrine to pay homage before staring at the beautiful blade, that she had often seen her husband tend to daily like a ritual.

She observed it and noticed that there was ribbon around the hilt with a small piece of paper hidden.

She took the paper out and read it.

Sanemi seemed to notice her absence from bed and decided to look for her, finding her in the shrine room and asking, "What are you doing up so late?"

She handed him the note with a sad smile, he instantly recognized the handwriting and looked back up at the woman who loved him so much...who he was doing so wrong by being in love with another. It was his stupid fault.

He couldn't even look at her.

She laughed softly and put her hands on his cheeks, "I'm not them, Sanemi. I dont think I'll be ever in your eyes!"

He looked down and whispered, "I'm sorry!"

She nodded, leaning up on her toes to kiss his forehead, "I know...me too!"

As she walked out of the room, he sank to his knees and cradled your blade, feeling like love was lost altogether.

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