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cinnamonm00n · 2 years

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Help, my hands fell off!

Osamu Dazai x reader

Third person P. O. V

|Dark era Dazai|

Typing tipitoed across the hall. The small apartment spreading the sound to the shillouet standing in the hall.

A small computer sewing the sound across the silence was glowing on the face the shillouet ever so longed to see.

"How is my lovely writer doing?"

The question pulled a pair of tired eyes from the computer upwards to him.

"Oh, Dazai! It's you!"

The sound of typing absconded with a bitter exclamation.

"Where the hell have you been?"

Dazai walked over to our writer

"Sorry for disappearing for so long my Belladonna" chapped skin of his lips scraped your cheek with a soft peck. "You know how my line of work is... "

"Don't think a kiss is gonna redeem you from going missing for 2 months!" the writer angrily flipped through a notebook, flying over the gibberish notes within.

A sharp chin poked your shoulder and brown hair tickled your nose with a sharp gunpowder scent.

"I know that Y/N...." he nuzzled into you further "That's why I bought you something!"

"Huh?!" and your raised eyebrow.

Dazai gave you such a grin that even through the bandages you could see his eye gleem.

The weight of his head was gone as he went to the black coat draped on the chair close by.

His hand dove into one pocket and signaled you to come near.

Your back cracked when you got up from sitting for more than 4 hours, beging you to stretch as you got near him.

"What's this?" you took a messy parcel from him.

"You'll see~" slim fingers hid a lock of your hair behind your ear "Now open it"

And so you did. Ripping the brown paper too see a shiny leather journal with a rose sewn in it.

Your hand glazed the bumps on the leather, feeling the smooth curves on the rose shining in the low light.

"Do you like it?"

"God damn it Dazai..." you gritted "It's gourgeous!"

"Well your gourgeous words belong in such a gourgeous journal"

You hid your blush of happiness from him by looking through the pages.

Dazai kept looking at you "So? Do I get a pass this time?"

Now your own smirk soared upwards.

"Nope, but good try!"

His gaze dangerously lowered "Oh... Is that so?"

Like a sack of potatoes he threw you over his shoulder, making you drop your new journal.

"What the hell, Dazai! Put me down I need to finish this chapter!!"

"Oh really?! Didn't seem like that when you were procrastinating earlier" With this he ignored your protest as he threw you on the bed.

"I think my belladonna needs some love in order to write some happier stuff... " he kissed you neck "Don't you think?~"

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Soft hands of the sun hugged the room, glazing our two love birds with warmth tainting the cold air.

Dazai was wide awake watching Y/N sleep. Swimming down her purplish neck with his fingers.

"Mmmghh... Stop, you're tickling me..." she slurred.

"Apologies my Belladonna"

He wasn't sorry. He wanted her to wake up.

Groggly she scooted closer to Dazai. Laying her head on his poorly bandaged chest.

"You're so cold... " you protested

"That's why you're here to warm me up~"

No more than that was heard. Dazai swirled your h/c hair, enjoying your heartbeat's rhythm against his.

"How is your book coming along?" Dazai broke the silence.

"A couple more chapters and first draft is done!" happiness simmered through her raspy voice.

"Oyaa, really?"

"Yup, soon I'll be saying goodbye to this nasty apartment and deadbeat job" your eyebrows scrunched "But more editing and hating my work comes first... "

Dazai pulled you closer "You're talking nonsense Belladonna! Your work is amazing, but it can't shine properly if you don't stop bringing it down"

"Ugh... " was all you could pull together.

Dazai rolled his eyes and kissed you, rolling his thumb on your cheek bone. Pulling away slowly you got up "Fuck... I need to get to work". You started stumbling around the room picking up stray clothes from the floor.

Your peck now went on Dazai's cheek "Hope to see you when I get home"

The doors then clicked behind you as you rushed along the morning demands.

Dazai remained alone on the bed.

"I'm sorry Y/N.... But I don't think you will.... I hope to see you in a better time again tho" he whispered to himself, taking the bandage off his one eye.

Reader P. O. V

"DAZAI, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!"

The doors slammed behind me, making bits of paint fall of the walls.

"DAZAI!" I yelled.

He can't be gone, he just can't.

The two rooms I owned didn't help when they showed me only their sour emptiness. Every nook and corner mocking me with their silence.

The raw rage seeping into the saltyness of my tears. Poisoning my flesh. It just couldn't get to my head...

He really did leave the Port Mafia. He really did leave me...

My knees hit the floor, the echo of the thud intreupted with my laugh.

I don't know why was I surprised, it's Dazai after all.

I sat there a smile clashing with my cries. When the Port Mafia questioned me today I didn't even know they knew about me. But that was me being a fool again.

What was I expecting from the most feared organization in town? Of course they'd find out.

I kept still on the floor, feeling my emotions drain me out. My numb hands reach for the purse I threw aside when I walked in and pulled out the journal.

I open the first page.

"So that's what you meant by writing today's date, instead of the date when you gave me this... " I sniffed "You tried to warn me... Jerk... "

My hold on the journal began to spark iches on my palms. My shattered heart edges scraping my muscles, my own story started to spin in front of my eyes. Under the zooming speed it began to unfold I took out a pen.

The tale kept clicking and spinning in my head in a whirl of withering minutes and the moon sailing across the sky.

I raised my head from the paper I was writing on as the morning smell entered through the windows.

It was 6 am.

I had finished my book that night.

{4 years later}

|ADA Dazai|

"What a nice day~ Perfect for a lovers suicide. Wouldn't you agree Atsushi-kun?"

The weretiger didn't answer, his eyes being too busy following words in the book in his hands.

"Atsushi-kun?"

"Huh?! Oh, it's you Dazai-san!"

Dazai plopped on the bench next to him. "What are you reading there?"

Atsushi put his book down. "Book/name" he answered.

A never in Dazai's jaw tightened. Pupils spread a bit wider at the name.

"Book/name, you say?"

Atsushi showed him the cover "Yeah, it's by Y/N L/N, I'm surprised you haven heard of it. It's been getting a lot of hype lately"

Atushi was rather ignorant to the bitterness omitting from Dazai, as the silence while he handed him the book took place.

The sharp pearls of anticipation not leaving the suicide aficionado's eyes.

Dazai shot up from his seat before he took the book.

"You know what Atsushi-kun? You're right I should go and pick it up now it would be crying shame for an Agency member to not be up to date on the literary scene!"

"Really?! You're just gonna get it without even knowing what it's about?!"

Dazai turned to him.

"Don't worry I alredy know what it's about..."

- || -

Dazai's finger pads flew over book covers, sprinting to the one he was looking for.

"There it is... "he whispered and pulled out a book. Gently he opened the first page, that made his eyes get wider again.

"To Osamu Dazai, the journal came handy. Thank you for making me finish this"

He giggled and closed the book, walking over to the cash registre.

"Ooh, I see you're picking up book/name, quite a lot of people are reading it these days" said the cashier as she rang him up.

"Yeah, someone very dear to me wrote it" he replied.

"Well that's great sir, I hope you're proud of them!" He nodded to this, keeping the silence and a quiet smile as he paid.

Dazai walked outside, seeing the book cover get draped with the light melting off the dying sun over Yokohama city.

"I knew you'd make it big my Belladonna..." he started to walk away "I hope you are finally proud of yourself as I am" whithered off his lips.

The sharp edges of the book poked him, softly matching with the needles of longing going down his heart.

#chuuya x reader #dazai x reader #writing #bsd kunikida #bsd fyodor #bungou stray dogs #mafia dazai #dazaibsd #dazai icons #dazai osamu #port mafia #armed detective agency #bsd imagines #bsd x reader

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livebloggingmydescentintomadness · 2 years

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Hi Momdad, I'm not entirely sure how to word this, so I'm sorry if I ramble. (Honestly feel free to ignore this if you don't have time/spoons, it's not pressing.) I've been struggling recently with questions concerning purity culture ish and critical thinking skills in regards to reading and media consumption. I have friends that tend to "vet" their authors, looking up on Twitter or Google if an author has had any scandals or has been known to have homophobic, transphobic, etc. views—(1/4)

or write -phobic portrayals into their work, and if they find stuff like that, they'll tend to decide against reading the book. And I tend not to pay attention so much to what authors do or discourse on Twitter. I just read books that interest me. But it makes me question like... is it wrong to consume works written by people who are known to be [insert]-phobic here or having poor takes, or have portrayed certain demographics poorly in their writing? (2/4)

I don't have great critical thinking skills (which makes me feel dumb because I feel like I just... never learned it well in school—live in US and mid-20s, for reference) but would it not be okay to... to read things, keeping in mind potentially poor takes the author has, or has written into their work, and see how it affects the work itself? Is it bad to still enjoy a work knowing the author's a not great person (either in views or just like, bad behavior online or to fans or whatever)? (3/4)

Like I stopped having anything to do with Harry Potter outside of fanfic due to JKR, but most authors... don't have her level of reach and power and sway, I feel? I don't know. I feel silly for struggling with these questions but they always come to mind whenever my friends share the latest ish with authors and whatnot. I'm sorry for such a long ask. x_x; I hope you're doing all right, and thank you for always being such a comforting presence online here. (4/4)

hello, dear! i think this is an issue that a lot of people are questioning right now, and i'd like to compliment you on, in fact, having the critical thinking skills to question whether this is the right thing to do and ask someone else their opinion instead of mindlessly following everyone else. the fact that you want to consider this topic carefully reflects well on you, i think.

so, i have strong feelings about purity culture, largely because i was raised as a homeschooled conservative in texas, and i spent my adolescence in the baptist church. i signed a purity pledge and wore a purity ring, the whole nine yards. having broken out of that mind-prison, i have absolutely no patience for anyone trying to talk me back into it.

BUT, i think this topic does, in fact, have nuance, as almost everything does, and there is no one-size-fits-all answer to every piece of media, so we need to keep considering this from multiple angles.

i know i'm going to have a lot to say here and this post is already long, so i'm going to break them down into separate chunks for ease of my writing and your reading.

EDIT: i tried to put this as bullets with spaces between them, but posting removed the spaces, making it harder to read. i’m going to replace the bullets with an emoji symbol.

🔸 first off, we have to understand and accept that there is no such thing as "moral purity" or "unproblematic media", much less unproblematic humans. humans are inherently flawed. humans make mistakes. humans commit selfish acts. humans fuck up and do the wrong thing, even if they don't mean to. most people have bad opinions about something, if you ask long enough. i'm certainly not morally pure, and you should NEVER trust someone who claims that THEY are.

🔸 part of the issue with purity culture, in this context, is the way it flattens everything to issues of black and white, so that everything Bad becomes equally bad by virtue of being ~problematic~. thereby, an active nazi can be on the same list as someone who said something homophobic ten years ago. these things are not the fucking same.

🔸 the true difference, in my opinion, is someone who means active harm and someone who commits harm unintentionally. jk rowling means active harm to trans people, and she uses the revenue from her media to fund her campaign against trans people. THAT'S why you boycott her, not simply because she has bad opinions. if you were to come across another author who portrayed trans people negatively in their work, look them up online and find that they've realized they were wrong and have apologized for it, that's perfectly fine. we all have to learn and grow, and unfortunately sometimes your old Bad Opinions exist out in the world where you can't change them.

🔸 now you might go online and look up the author who wrote something transphobic and find that they haven't said anything one way or another about trans people. they've neither apologized nor gone all in on trans hate. (or any other form of bigotry.) at that point, it's your call. it's 100% up to you whether you enjoy the media enough that you want to keep going anyway, or if the content makes you too uncomfortable to continue.

🔸 since nothing is 100% pure and unproblematic, it's about what we personally can tolerate and what makes us most uncomfortable. some people have thick skins, some people don't. that's okay.

🔸 now, even though i say that, i think it's also a mistake to surround ourselves entirely with media that makes us comfortable 100% of the time. art doesn't exist just to be Good and Pure, it also exists to express dark emotions, give catharsis, push us, make us think, make us grow, open our minds to new experiences and new truths. a piece of media can contain absolute heinous depictions of bigotry for many purposes other than to say that bigotry is good. bigotry exists, trauma induced by bigotry exists, and we can't just bury it under pretty and nice stories and act like it doesn't.

🔸 part of learning to think critically is exposing yourself to things you don't agree with and coming to understand why you don't agree with them. if you support trans people but don't know WHY you support trans people, do you even support trans people? you shouldn't believe what you believe just because people tell you it's the right thing to believe. you need to understand why it's right, or else you're in serious danger of someone skilled at manipulation convincing you to believe whatever they want you to believe.

🔸 we have to relearn that consuming media doesn't inherently mean endorsing all of its messages. reading a book does not mean you approve of everything it says or everything the author has ever done, even if you enjoy the book. you do not somehow become responsible for the author's flaws just because you took enjoyment from a story they told. that is a simply preposterous concept. no art in the world could be consumed if we were all held accountable for anything the artist had ever done wrong, because we have ALL done things wrong.

🔸 there are a lot of "problematic" things that are problematic only in some people's opinions. some people might look at shows like our flag means death, what we do in the shadows, hannibal, and interview with a vampire and say that it's homophobic to represent queer people as murderers who kill without remorse. some people say "queer people can have a little murder, as a treat." one person's problematic is another person's playground.

🔸 don't trust people who tell you that you aren't allowed to read certain books. seriously.

🔸 now, on the other hand, there are some pieces of media that are made as deliberate propaganda. brooklyn nine-nine is a great example, because it's a hilarious show with fantastic characters, but it's also police propaganda. it's made to make young people - the sort who don't watch law and order or blue bloods - believe that there are good cops fighting against discrimination from the inside. it teaches you that a gay black cop is a good cop, that a bisexual latina cop is a good cop. they're not. there are no good cops. so while it's not that you shouldn't be "allowed" to watch b99, i think that you should only watch it if you're capable of watching it fully aware that its goal is to feed you propaganda. you definitely should not recommend it to people like it's a harmless sitcom.

🔸 i don't think it can ever be morally wrong to simply read a book or enjoy a story, and at the same time, you can never assure yourself that what you're consuming is 100% free from any form of bigotry. i'm not saying you need to write an essay deconstructing every piece of media you ever consume, but you also can't do a quick google, find no dirt on an author, and assure yourself that everything you're about to read is good and correct. there's nothing wrong with wanting to just turn your brain off for a while and read a damn story, but you still need to have enough wits about you think, "hold on, describing a fat person as a slob and a pig and a mean, selfish bully with many degrading descriptions of their fatness used to emphasize how they're a bad person isn't okay." (which is, you know, another problem with the harry potter books.) you can relax and read a story but also keep watch for bullshit.

🔸 in my opinion, most of this stuff about obsessing over which authors and artists and other creators are Bad has absolutely nothing to do with morality and everything with wanting to feel superior. it's like a godless religion, as there are many religious people out there who only go to church so they can be seen going to church, so they can assure themselves they're better than people who don't go to church. since most of the youth aren't religious, they're finding new ways to feel morally superior to others, and instead of righteous vs sinful, it's pure vs problematic. and just the same, they find ways to justify the things they like as righteous, while always maintaining superiority over people who enjoy the sinful things they don't like.

🔸 bottom line: read whatever the hell you want, but keep your eyes open.

if you'd like to read more, check out my purity culture tag.

#purity culture #fiction #long post for ts #anonymous #ask

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icosahedron-music · 4 months

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About dragons, specially ones with 4 legs and 2 wings such as in the Wings of Fire book series or How to Train Your Dragon movies.

TL;DR : Dragons are a different class than reptiles but evolved from reptiles. They evolved wings first and then evolved front limbs, letting them have 6 limbs.

They have 6 limbs, unlike any other animal, and this had never been evolved in animals before. This bothered me to no end as reptiles don't have this many limbs. I've been trying to wrap my head around this for a while now but I think I've come up with a good enough biological explanation for a make believe fantasy creature:

Dragons have to be their own class, such as mammals, birds, or amphibians. They seem like reptiles, as they'd be most closely related to them, but they have to be their own class, as having a completely different number of limbs is a major difference. At some point in time, dragons and reptiles would've split when a reptile evolved wings of some sort and also another pair of limbs, which I explain after this poorly edited cladogram of the classes:

Dragons being a different class would explain the many different species of dragon in some media, such as the aforementioned Wings of Fire or How to Train Your Dragon.

As to how I think this would happen, I believe that, like I said, some reptile species evolved wings and more limbs and that was the first dragon, but that's not exactly the case. We have seen animals evolve wings from limbs, but never wings out of nowhere, that isn't how evolution works. So I believe that this hypothetical reptile evolves front-limb wings for gliding at first (similar to the draco in concept but a bone structure more like bats perhaps), and eventually they become powerful enough for flight. This reptile would then have experience some environmental pressure that causes it to also need front limbs, so individuals with small beginnings of front limbs would survive. Natural selection, evolution, adaptations, etc, etc. This reptile now has wings that evolved from front limbs and a new pair of front limbs, so it is now a dragon. Essentially, some reptile evolved wings and then evolves the front limbs afterwards.

This seems the most plausible, as we have never seen wings evolve by themselves in animals, they always come from limbs that existed first, which I've already said.

I think that maybe some reptile species population gets geographically isolated in a mountainous region with unstable ground they aren't fit to survive in. The first thing that evolved is wings to fly above the unstable terrain, and then the second thing they evolve is limbs to have stable footing when they do have to land. Evolving wings is more important as it allows them to stay off the ground and save themselves from falls, so this happens first, and then evolving another set of limbs helps them when they inevitably have to land, so both traits evolve in the correct order. This explains why dragons love mountains in media, too. It's the land they're best suited to traverse as they evolved specifically for it.

Sorry this went on a long time and probably repeated several points! If I got anything wrong such as biology terms or spelling mistakes, tell me and I'll fix it! I just needed to get this off of my chest as I finally came up with an answer to this after like a year of thinking about it. No offense to any series with dragons like this!

#wings of fire #never actually read that #how to train your dragon #fantasy taxonomy #dragons #cladogram #taxonomy

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demonic-shadowlucifer · 2 years

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Let's talk about the Ocean MLM flags and their creators.

Trigger warning: Discussions of discourse, transmisia, racism, overall bigotry. This is probably the closest you will get to a discourse post from me (Though tbh, is it really discourse if I'm trying to spread the truth?) Most content is from an Insta post I made a while back. I am moving it to here as well for archival purposes as well as corrections. Heads up, this post will be SUPER hecking long (And I have no idea how to cut the posts down I'm sorry) (EDIT: I finally figured it out lmfao)

Well I've been seeing stuff about the gay pride flags again. A lot of it being misinformation. I think it's time to debunk them one by one. Let's start off with myth number one: "It rips off the lesbian flag." There's millions of ways I can debunk this, but let's start with the simple ones. Fact: One MLM flag (Which I have referred to as the "Listerine" flag) actually came before the Sunset lesbian flag. (Sidenote: I lost the original and edited files when my previous computer broke but I did have the original screenshots saved on my private discord server which I use for screenshot storage, so I went ahead and saved them, and re-added the circles that I used to point out the dates).

(I would also like folks to keep this screenshot in mind, as it'll be important for debunking the next myth). Fact: The flags are actually *completely* different hue shifts. When I did a hue shift of both the MLM flags *and* Lesbian flags (both Sunset and Lipstick), I got different results.

(I forgot to make a diagram with the hue-shifted MLM flags, but I do remember what it was supposed to look like so I went ahead and made one instantly)

See the difference? All it takes is one hue shift to prove a myth wrong. Also, this is where things get really interesting. Outside of the original Lipstick Lesbian flag excluding trans lesbians and butches (Note: I consider the Lipstick Lesbian flag and Pink lesbian flag different flags), I think people forget the Lipstick Lesbian flag itself also has accusations of plagiarism. **Queer History 101 is now in session**.

This flag shown above is known as the Cougar flag. This flag was created around 2008 by a gay man named Fausto Fernos. He created the flag to bring light to sexism and ageism in the community (especially women's communities). It was inspired by the Bear Brotherhood flag. The Lipstick flag was created in 2010. And you can very much see the similarities between the Lipstick Lesbian flag and Cougar Flag. This is because the creator of the Lipstick flag stole the design of the Cougar flag and didn't give credit. I do not know if it was intentional, but knowing the Lipstick flag's creator's yikes history, I'm willing to make the bet. So basically, the Lipstick Lesbian flag itself is the one that is a stolen design, and not the MLM flags.

**This has been Queer History 101 with Shadow** Myth 2: The creator of the gay man flag is a transmed. Fact: A transmed actually reposted the flag and claimed it as their own, which caused folks to believe they were the creator.

Take a good look at the date. Now look at the date of the original post shown below (and just before anyone else does it, r/uselessredcircle. I'm too exhausted to screenshot the date so I'm just posting the screenshot again)

The creator of the flag has also expressed discomfort about transmeds using it (or, rather, reposting it for that matter lol) as well. Myth 3: The flag is bad because it has no meanings. Fact: While it's true the first flag didn't have meanings originally, that doesn't automatically mean the flag is bad. There are millions of pride flags out there that don't have meanings. Suppose we should stop using those flags now?

Myth 4: The creators are racist. This one is also incredibly false. Fact: Another user made a very poorly worded comment and was mistaken to be the creator. The creator of the second ocean flag has already made a statement on this one (Here). Additionally, as of late I've seen another rumor going around that the creators created a flag that was antiblack *and* fetishistic. That is also false. Nobody knows who created that flag. Last myth: The creators support Bi/Pan Lesbians. (SIDENOTE: Before anyone comes at me, I am a bi lesbian myself. I am simply pointing this out. And do take a look at my Mspec Lesbian exclusionism analysis for info on why excluding mspec lesbians is bad). (EDIT: I no longer identify with the bi lesbian label, however my point still stands). Fact: While one of the creators did make some bi lesbian flags (as a request by the way), idk if that means support. The other creator, however, has already stated that he is staying away from the discourse surrounding them. Not partaking in discourse is NOT a stance on something.

Additional notes: -Not using a flag/label is NOT a stance on something, and saying otherwise makes you look like a gatekeeper. /nbh

-That being said, using a specific flag does NOT make anyone a bad person. Yes, even if someone chooses to reclaim the pink flag! (Speaking of, I highly encourage reclaiming it, since it's very pretty!) -Flag discourse overall is just stupid. Go do something more productive if you can. /nf /nbh Additional info/sources (Warning: Sources may contain reclaimed slurs). Fausto's statement regarding the cougar flag being stolen. Gayflagblog's FAQ (Archived version) A twitter thread with more info. (Archived version) Spreadsheet of the allegations against the creators (Note: This one is formatted a little weird, so proceed with caution). A carrd featuring other MLM flags. The site I used for the hue-shifts.

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taki118 · 2 years

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SuyaLight Master Post Part 6

I really like these two there’s not a lot of content for the fandom as a whole soooo here’s my submission as I get every moment of these two royals who literally share a braincell (and I love them for it) First up this is just on the manga if you are anime only its going to have stuff you havent seen, yes even with what the anime covers (so read it) and there will be spoilers so beware. If you prefer Demon Monk/Cleric/Leo (which I don’t really get) I am sorry this isnt for you. Lets go! Part 1 is here Part 2 is here Part 3 is here Part 4 is here Part 5 is here

Suya cuts her bangs poorly and is trying to act like shes not embarrassed and nothing happened Twilight catches on quick

After Twilight is among those you anonymously leave her a cheer up gift.

Suya wants Kai’s fulff and while Twilight sees through her lie he realizes she could actually be helpful in getting Kai to take a day off

It shockingly works really well as he knows the two pretty well

Too well actually as Suya now wants to steal Twilight’s beloved dog (though maybe co-parenting is better?)

Twilight wants to make hostage video to motivate the hero so he lies to Suya telling her they’re doing a fall leaf viewing. Its overall a good idea but

The guilt sets in quick

I think Suya is particularly hurt cause Twilight usually doesn’t lie.

Its almost a failure but Vampire film and edited Suya’s despair over the leaves and it actually works. He is still surprised at how hurt she was by this and i think its cause of Suya’s growing affection to the demons.

Left alone for a bit Suya finds leaves and wanders off getting lost.

They meet a pair of brothers who try to help but the way the demons describe Suya doesn’t match her current behavior.

But the way she describes them is very insightful.

Even among the gentle and innocent guardians she sees Twilight as the purest.

They fix the confusion and are reunited and Suya gets her way

And it hits how she views them.

A wanna be spy works as the chef and gets the wrong idea.

I do like that she is influenced by Twilights tastes.

And that she then goes to eat with him

Twilight tries to say its not hard to keep Suya in check and she undermines him at every turn.

So they needed to Twilights dad and cause Suya can’t keep her nose out of things she tags along. And tries to be on her best behavior.....

But she assumes that means “act like a hostage” which is not what they need

While Twilight is trying to explain that the old demon castle is falling all his dad can focus on is wondering who this strange new girl is?

He comes to a conclusion only a father would.

Which leads to a great misunderstanding. As he thinks his son is mistreating his bride and Twilight thinks his dad doesn’t approve of how he handles a hostage.

So Suya tells him a kind of abridged version of events

And cause Twilight thinks he’s asking how they treat a hostage he agrees.

And it goes bad

And the misunderstanding is finally revealed and they’re all good.

Twilight tries to gives his dad and tour and SUya keeps undercutting him

I don’t know which is better Suya just showed up assuming he’d go along or she did actually ask him ahead of time and he agree

Suya has enough awareness to realize Twilight may be scolded and that she should leave.

But its not he’s actually happy with it all.

I dunno its kinda sweet the implication that because of who Twilight is Suya is able to relax in the castle.

#suyalight #sleepy princess in the demon castle #sleepy princess #Maou-jou de Oyasumi #maoujou de oyasumi #demon king twilight #princess suya #Aurora Sya Lis Goodereste #manga

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iloveyoukyra · 25 days

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4/3/24 2:41pm

Again a lot of shit happened so I’m just gonna sum it up. Edit: omg it’s so long I’m sorry

I forgot exactly how it happened I think we just scheduled to talk. We talked and I finally dropped the bomb I’m leaving for a while very soon. I started crying, I was very upset and I didn’t want to go. I miss you and I like it here better and I just don’t want to go. You comforted me and I retracted saying if you don’t want to give me this I don’t want it, I rather you leave. You comforted me and again you got affectionate. You let me kiss your neck and such and you did the same. You said I can’t kiss you on the lips and I respected that boundary. You were the one who broke it, even making it a bit sexual. You bit me making me moan, and you left marks. It made me so upset because I just wanted anything you’d give me even if it physically hurt. You also leaned me back on the bed kissing me. It felt so good. It confused me but I was ok with it. We ate, sat on the porch, and got ice cream. I asked something like what are we gonna do when we get home? And you got mad you said that you have stuff to do and that this is it. You then expressed that I should be fine with what you offer and not expect so much, and should respect your boundaries. You also said it’s emotionally manipulative because it makes you feel guilty. I explained that I asked that because I wanted to clarify what we are doing as in, are we doing something or should I get ready for bed, I wasn’t proposing anything more or begging for more and that I wasn’t trying to make you feel guilty. On the car ride home I got upset and expressed how sad I was and I didn’t want to do this. I was really upset. You snapped at me saying “this is your choice, I don’t like how you’re trying to emotionally manipulate me to feel guilty” and I was genuinely confused. I was just trying to confide in you, I apologized and tried explaining it.

The entire night you’d sprinkle in little bits of sexually charged things but then would follow up with hurtful things. Like “eventually you’ll want another girl to do this”. I don’t get why’d you’d ruin the moment for me like that after you see how much it meant to me. I also noticed when we were “spending time” together like eating or hanging out on the porch, you were on your phone ignoring me and texting others when I was trying to engage. It reminded me about how this was an issue we had in our relationship and it made me sad seeing it still persistent outside it too. It made me think a lot about how maybe I’m that boring or undeserving, but I know that’s not true. I deserve basic human respect and you just can’t give that to me sometimes. It made me think about how I shouldn’t have to sit there and feel horrible. It made me sad seeing you treat me like that Kyra. I just was unhappy seeing you treat me poorly all night, accusing me of this and that and then treating me with little respect, then just doing whatever you wanted to me without even really asking when I always do. It was uncomfortable to watch but needed.

I forgot exactly what happened between us these next days, I think we were in minimal contact and I hung out with my friends a bit.

I believe you bread crumbed me again and I got pissed so I stopped reciprocating. You tried to hug me without asking and I pushed you off and said no. I was mad because when I do it I always ask but when you do, you don’t?

When I was hanging out with them I told them how ugly I felt and they freaked out on me. They all told me that I was very attractive and stuff. I though they were just saying to make a bro feel better. One of them asked me a question that made me really uncomfortable they asked “do you think you’re ugly? Or did she make you feel ugly?”. I don’t think I’m the most attractive so yeah it’s also a me issue, but I remember reading through my journal always criticizing myself for not being attractive enough for you. I always seemed to think I was unattractive because of how inconsistent your affection and attention was. It always felt like I had to fight for it in some way and it was because I was lacking. I was so hard on myself. I was so unhappy with myself. It made me so upset to come to terms with this. My friends gave me so much reassurance so quickly and so easily.

It was a difficult night for me. I hung out with another friend that night and we talked a lot about it. She’s a great listener. I HATE talking about it and you. I don’t like to. I don’t like thinking about it even. Talking about it made me feel sad and confused. My friend started crying and I did a bit too but I cried because I was beginning to realize what was happening to me.

I gave you back your stuff and you started to panic. I still have more stuff to give you unfortunately.

While you were panicking all of a sudden you became very affectionate. Crying into me and you started to hold me and just cry. It was very confusing because earlier that week you pushed me away saying it was wrong, or too much for you, then you switched up again. You told me how much of an asshole I was being because I was giving back gifts, love letters, photos. You asked me what to do with them and I said throw them away or keep them I don’t want them. Lies. I want them. I still do. I can’t do it right now, and I can’t keep them physically near me anymore. I don’t trust myself. You yelled at me to get out and I did.

I knocked on your door again to give you more stuff and You told me how much you miss me rn and how you’re going to miss me when I leave. You kept saying I don’t want you to go and begged me not to. The switch up is crazy for me. A couple days prior you were hostile about it “this is your choice, you’re making this decision!” now your upset? It’s confusing. You asked me if I still loved you and I knew what I wanted to say but I felt my teeth grit and I said “I asked you that a couple of days ago, and you responded with “I don’t know what love is”, I wonder how that made me feel?” And you just began to cry more and started trying to explain why you said that but I stopped listening. You then said “you’re right I don’t deserve to know I’m a bad person.” And to that I said nothing. I just held you. There was a lot more that happened. We talked about our relationship for a bit. You asked me how could I go from begging for you one day to wanting nothing to do with you

Then you were like you need to leave. You said something about reaching out to me. I said I wouldn’t and you asked if I was blocking you and I told you this is something for me to decide once I leave. I’m not reaching out again. I’ve begged, embarrassed and humiliated myself to get a lick of your attention, even when I do it doesn’t feel like you value my presence anyways. If you want me you have to prove that to me. It was horribly difficult for me.

I know 2 days ago I think we were supposed to hangout and we just cuddled and loved on each other. I asked you why the switch up, what happened to “this is wrong, pushing me away, telling me to leave.” You said now that you understand I understand “this is over” you feel more comfortable showing how you truly feel. That whole thing doesn’t make any sense to me but I didn’t care at the moment. Now it just sounds wrong and doesn’t sit right with me. It felt good at the time. You then made it sexual. You said you wanted to and I said I did too. I gave you what you wanted but when it was my turn you expressed how you wanted to but you didn’t feel good. I’m not upset about that at all. I get it. I noticed that the last 2 times it’s been like that though and I feel insecure/scared you’re just using me a bit. Then you said you felt like you were going to throw up and left. I felt sad, embarrassed, ashamed, and confused. I’m not accusing you of anything, I’m not asking for more, I understand and respect your boundaries, but it seems like when you don’t want to reciprocate you just toss me to the side after you get what you want. It hurts to secretly feel this way. It’s embarrassing.

After that you’ve been asking me everyday if I’m going to leave. You keep telling me you want to see me. It makes me scared and nervous. You also have been affectionate every time I see you almost, even sexual. I got changed yesterday and you felt me up before I left. You’ll tell me you love me, you miss me etc. it’s complete whiplash. I’m used to cowering in my room to avoid you but now it’s like I don’t need to.

Yesterday was not fun for me. It was mental torment. We hung out for a min in the morning and then you told me to leave and I left. I went to the doctors and the mall and had fun! I came home and you were affectionate felt me up when I got changed into my bathing suit then said you had something to do you’ll see me maybe tomorrow. I was like ok and left to hangout with a friend. We went on a picnic and smoked a bit. We just talked about life. It was nice. I felt happy to be valued and listened to! I genuinely had lots of fun even though the bugs were AWFUL. Well, things shifted. She asked me if I wanted to cuddle and I said I’d be ok holding hands if that’s ok. We held hands and she started to feel my muscles (I was wearing a tight tank top). She said she has never felt muscles before and she said mine were really nice, even joked asking if I was flexing. It was very flattering and I felt myself feel gooey inside. I was working really hard on myself, I know I could see it, but I didn’t know if any one else could. That made me feel really happy. I genuinely felt a little joy!!! Somehow she moved from my arms to my stomach and chest and she said in a soft tone “you feel really nice” and I laughed and thanked her saying I better bc it took lots of work. She held my arms and caressed them saying how attractive they were bc of the veins and how muscular they were. I haven’t felt so seen and flattered in so long. It felt wrong to be touched by another girl and to be flattered by her interests and compliments. I told her this felt wrong. I felt guilty, ashamed, and embarrassed. Most importantly I felt extremely panicked and sick to my stomach. It was like someone drove a knife into my stomach and twisted it. We agreed this would not be happening again.

This experience was uncomfortable but insightful. I don’t like this girl, I’m not attracted to her, I would never pursue anything but a friendship but I did enjoy the feeling she gave me. The feeling was bittersweet. I felt uncomfortable because I don’t trust her, I don’t know her hygiene, I don’t like her like that, I want someone else to do this with me. It’s like Washing Machine Heart by Mitski

“I know who you pretend I am” 😭💀

I was not looking at her the entire time only up at the clouds. I didn’t want it to be her I wanted it to be Kyra, but I knew it wasn’t. It felt wrong to use someone. Was I using her if she wanted it? She knew this was nothing too.

I also felt bad because it felt so good. It was like a slap in the face. I felt happy. I felt content! I felt secure! I felt somewhat comfortable! I smiled and kicked my feet. I knew that this was not a thing that would happen again, there are no feelings, this was it, this moment right here was it, and I was ok with that and that was enough for me. I wasn’t upset, I didn’t expect something else, I walked away and said “see you when I see you next :D!” and waved knowing I shared a piece of me with someone and got to take it back home with me!

In that moment I realized how different Kyra’s affection feels. I am stressed, nervous, scared, guilty, angry, hurt, and always on eggshells with her affection. She gives it to me and then rips it out underneath me. She tells me how wrong it is, how bad it is, it makes me feel terrible about my feelings and myself. It makes me feel like everything I’m feeling is wrong, I’m doing the wrong things, I am wrong. When she takes it away I recoil awfully like I’ve been burned terribly, but after I sit there and I’m like “I should’ve known what did you expect Jordan? This is what happens everytime!”. I feel pathetic and drained after. when I pull myself back together that’s when she comes back. It feels different. I feel sad all the time and scared, with my friend I felt good I smiled, laughed, and truly enjoyed the moment. Kyra makes me go into fight or flight mode once she’s done with me. I’m always in high alert when to expect her to be done with me. That’s not normal. It should feel like let’s just enjoy each other and the moment, we may not be here tomorrow. Not “I want this, ok I’m done bye”. It’s not normal for me to feel this way. I should feel secure, valued, and appreciated without any doubts. I shouldn’t have to be on high alert, I shouldn’t have to be suspicious of ulterior motives. This is wrong, and that’s what makes me so sad. I realized how much things have changed between us and it makes me sick to my stomach. I want things to feel normal again between us but I know they can’t and they may never will. It hurts because I know at one point it felt way better than what my friend gave me. What we had was enough for me. Now it’s only hurting me. That’s why I have to leave too. I love you but I can’t keep hurting myself because of your instability and uncertainty. I can’t keep doing this to myself. The future is horrifying to look into, but I know what’s meant for me will make it known and that I will trust in.

I wish Kyra could be that for me now, and I hope she can be in the future but I’m going to heal first before even considering that.

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evenasyoungastheyare · 1 year

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Good evening/morning,

I wanted to send you a special edited version of the message going around today.

When you receive this, know you made somebody happy! If you get one back, even better! <3

What made me happy you ask. Only you posting a new original drawing of LT on the 28th of the month! THE 28TH OF THE MONTH!!! Do you know what this means to me. When I saw the post I was "No way, they posted an original today. Oh my!" Being able to reblog your artwork on the 28th gave me a lot of joy!! Your artwork is full of wonder (wonderful). So thank you!

Then dedicating it to me your lovely anon. More joy!!! (Don't get me started about calling me lovely.) People commenting on how good you artwork is. More joy!!!!

I know, I know that makes 4 pieces of art for me. Bright side - 1 more to go. (Remember my favourite number is five.)

I thought about you today. I purchased a couple knitted hats today at a craft/vendor event. How is your knitting going? Are you going to be done your projects in time for Christmas.

Have your watched HS movies? Did you like one better than the other?

Sorry that you were feeling poorly last week. Hope you are feeling better now?

As always wishing you the best. More joy!!!!!

Hello my Lovely Anon,

thank you so much. I am ok, hooray! I am very happy you like the drawing. I hope the next one will be better. :)

I visit my friends today and we had kind of birthday party. One of my friend had birthday yesterday. I have not finish her hat but fortunately she understands and does not mind. I will give it to her during this week. Btw, it is so nice you thought of me when you bought the knitted hats (I wish I could knit you a hat so you do not need to buy any) :´).

I feel like a knitting machine :D. I made like 7 hats, 3 cowls, and finished 2 sweaters during November. I am in the middle of the sweater for my mum and I hope I will be able to finish it until the end of next week because I want to knit her a vest she really wants (I thnik I will not be able to finish it before Christmas but I hope I can make it during holidays).

Still have to knit at leas two headbands - one for my neighbour and one fo my colleague.

Well. Thats it.

About the films. I am really looking forward to watch My Policeman, I wanted to watch it few weeks ago but I just had no time. I want to watch it properly. I hope I will find some time next week. I have not seen DWD and I am not sure I can watch it. Idk.

And what about you? I hope you are doing well.

Thank you very much for the message, it made me smile. You truly are very lovely. Have a nice day!

#thank you #my lovely anon

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sweet-seishu · 2 years

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always yours

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a/n: i thought this would take me more time, but i wrote this at work instead of doing my job. it's very poorly edited 🥰

"Man, are you okay?" Kazutora asked Hanma.

"What do you mean?"

"Your hands are shaking." Kazutora pointed out.

Hanma didn't even notice, he was to busy watching the door waiting for your arrival.

"I'm just, fuck, I'm just nervous." Hanma said honestly.

What would you think of him now?

"You have nothing to worry about okay? You'll be fine." Kazutora smiled

It was then that the door finally opened, Hanma's head turned to see you finally walk in.

Holy fuck.

If he thought you were pretty before? Well he got a rude awakening.

You were absolute perfection.

He quickly noticed how much more you matured, even the way you seemed to carry yourself was different.

"Y/N!" You heard Mikey yell, looking up only to see him run for you, grabbing you in his arms as he lifted you off the ground and spun.

"Nice to see you to mikey." You giggled, hugging him tightly before he set you down.

"Missed you." He mumbled.

"I missed you to, now let me go say hi to everyone else before you try to keep me for yourself."

Mikey smiled, letting you make your rounds.

You were hugging Kazutora, looking over his shoulder to see Hanma's golden orbs staring right at you, making your breath hitch.

Holy shit.

You pulled away from kazutora, looking at all the girls signaling for them to look at their phones.

You sighed, giving all 4 girls a dirty look.

"Y/n! So how long are you staying?" Mikey asked.

Everyone looked at you, but you could only meet Hanma's eyes, watching as he gave you a small smile.

"Well I uh-" You started, suddenly feeling nervous.

Mitsuya threw his arm around, sending you a reassuring smile.

You didn't notice the glare Hanma threw his way.

"I'm uh- I'm staying for... ever?" You said quietly.

The whole room froze, making you even more nervous as you leaned into Mitsuya for some sort of comfort.

"Forever? You're really moving back?" Senju asked, tears building up in her eyes.

"This isn't some joke right?" You heard mikey ask softly.

"Cause this isn't funny if it's a joke." Takemichi told you.

"It's not a joke... I'm really moving back guys. I'm here for good."

You couldn't even blink before you were getting tackled, everyone trying to hug you at one time. You couldn't help but laugh, tears in your eyes as you let your friends hug you.

Hanma stayed in his seat, his heart racing as he took in your words.

You were actually staying, for good. You weren't going to leave again, and this was his chance to get you back.

He got up, quietly making his way outside for a smoke, which you took notice of when you heard the door shut.

"Get off of me you guys." You chuckled, everyone getting up to let you breathe. You only looked in the direction of the door, contemplating on what to do.

"You should go talk to him." Baji told you.

"And tell him his shirt is nice." Chifuyu laughed. "He picked it just for you."

You rolled your eyes, making your way towards the door.

When you walked outside you felt everything around you dissappear as you looked at him. He definitely got taller, and he seemed to have a lot more muscle.

"Still haven't kicked that nasty habit have you?" You asked, walking up to stand beside him.

Hanma nearly choked on the smoke he inhaled.

"I'm sorry!" You said quickly. "I didn't mean to startle you I-"

"No no, it's okay." He told you, coughing a little more before putting the cigarette out and taking a breath. "Just went down the wrong pipe."

You raised a brow, making sure he was really okay before biting your lip. You could barely look at him without blushing. The way his hair fell to the side instead of standing straight up, the glasses he wore now, everything was making your heart completely flutter.

"I like your shirt." You said with a smile, pointing to the dark blue button up.

"They fucking told you didn't they?" He groaned.

"I think it's sweet." You smiled. "You look good Hanma."

"Ouch. No more calling me shu or shuji?" Hanma pouted.

"I didn't know if you would wan-"

"I'll always be shuji or shu to you y/n." Hanma smiled. "You look good to. The guys may have let it slip that you spent an hour-"

"Those assholes." You whispered.

"No it's cute." Hanma told you, taking in your appearance. The low cut purple long sleeve you wore showed the perfect amount of cleavage, paired with a dark pair of skinny jeans and your makeup was done perfectly. Not too much, just how he liked it.

"Okay shuji." You blushed, making him smile. "Can I get a hug now or what?"

Hanma only laughed before pulling you into his arms.

And god did you both miss this feeling. The feeling of being close to eachother. His scent was exactly the same, the smell of his cologne that you loved, mixed with the scent of cigarettes.

It honestly still brought you so much comfort.

Hanma felt like he was sweating, feeling you nuzzle into him had his heart beating a million miles a minute.

Even after all this time you still felt like home to him.

He was reluctant to let you pull away, but he also didn't want to make it awkward, so he gently let you go.

"I missed you shuji." You told him.

"I- I missed you to."

You smiled, looking back at the window, only to see your friends watching you both. "We should probably get back in there, Mikey looks likes he's about to break the glass."

"Hey, do you think we could hang out sometime? Catch up or whatever?" Hanma asked.

"I'd like that a lot."

"I'll uh- I'll text you then?" He asked, rubbing the back of his neck, something you knew he would do when he was nervous.

"Shuji, no need to be nervous it's just me." You reassured him. "I'll be waiting."

With that you walked back inside, Hanma smiling as he watched you get tackled by Mikey again.

tags: @rome-alone @hanmascult @blvebcrry @makimakimi @akimochi10 @shizunxie @xyrica @the2ndl @gulfkfl

#series: always yours

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h50europe · 3 years

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Why the myth about Steve's PTSD doesn't add up and other inconsistencies

In the last few episodes of H50, PL tried to sell us a mentally broken Steve suffering from PTSD. Only the whole thing came a bit too late. The clip you see is from season 4 and ended up - no, not in the series - but somewhere on the floor of PL's editing room. And why? after Kurtzman and Orci departed, along with their writers, PL took the helm and started turning Steve into a super-soldier. He stylized him into something that wasn't meant to be. Instead of developing the characters, PL began to incorporate more and more hair-raising action sequences into the series and then let Steve fight on the front lines. There was no mention of Steve's mental state, and a lot was explained by PL with: it just happened "offscreen." Yeah, sure. PL can't create a decent character. He can only produce stereotypes and one-dimensional beings. Like Adam. What potential would that character have had had he been turned into Five-0's antagonist? But no. So his role remained diffuse and monotonous. Sometimes even tragicomical.

Back to Steve. When SEAL Team started on CBS, PL also lapsed into SEAL mania. If someone who writes fanfiction were to produce as much garbage as this man did, he would be chased away from every writers' platform in disgrace. PL's Super SEAL also had to rescue his team members from a blazing inferno. Not man by man, no, he flew a helicopter right into the danger zone and lifted a whole cabin out of the burning jungle. If lunacy had a name, it would be PL. While the action became more and more exaggerated and unrealistic, the same happened to the protagonists. After the departure of Daniel Dae Kim and Grace Park, PL completely lost his mind. And please, don't blame the writers for the nonsense that was thrown at you. A series stands and falls with the showrunner. He dictates what he wants and passes it on to his staff.

And so, lovable Steve became a soulless robot who only showed feelings here and there. Danny diminished more and more into a sidekick. McDanno became a ship that drifted anchorless through a stormy sea and threatened to capsize again and again. From season 8, it became a reboot of the reboot. PL tried an ensemble show and failed more than miserably. Often the actors just stood around bored. At least that was the impression. The only highlight was episode 8.10. A feast for all McDanno fans. But even here, the outcome of "who shot Danny" was more than insubstantial.

Wait, there was something about SEALs... Oh, yes. Junior appeared on the scene and became Steve's lapdog. I really wondered when there was going to be an episode where he would fetch sticks for Steve. Luckily we had Eddie for that. And because he thought he was so clever, PL invented the episode speed dating. How many subplots can you squeeze into one episode at the same time? In some episodes, you couldn't even take a look at the bag of potato chips without losing the thread.

The case of the week became the yawn of the week. There were so many loose ends that PL then came up with something called retconning. That's what you do when you're no longer satisfied with what was once established in the series years ago, or it no longer fits. But PL went one step further and did the same with the characters. The more the series was dragged out, the more the characters deteriorated and became OOC. It means, often, they were not recognizable at all. And that's where we come to Steve. Because PL, in his desperation, didn't know what else he could do to Steve, and so he killed Joe White. He did it in such a cheesy way with a fake sunset that it made you sick.

Of course, one episode later, there had to be another gig of PL's favorite Barbie. He stuck a fake beard on poor Steve/Alex, so he couldn't even hug Danny/Scott properly. The episode also raised more questions than it answered any. And Steve? He still didn't suffer from PTSD, even though he had now lost Joe White and a fellow SEAL. Everyone is dropping like flies, except for Steve, who is standing like a rock. No matter what. He doesn't need in-depth talks with Danny, nor psychological care, nor any sleeping pills. No, he's doing great. He also opens a restaurant with Danny because apparently, the carguments are already getting on PL's nerves. Unfortunately, this plot device leads into nirvana. The idea was nice, but nobody thought it through to the end. And the merry-go-round continues. Until we get to season 10, where it gets even more absurd. Now PL is almost bombarding us with McDanno episodes, or at least it should seem that way. Oh well, he's already planning for season 11, so a new character has to come on board quickly. While in the beginning, Steve's mother, Doris, dies.

Alex was allowed to take on the subject. Of course, only under the strict eyes of PL. He then nullifies Alex's idea that Steve kills his mother. Because a good soldier and Super SEAL won't do that. Little does PL know. THAT could have been the opening of a PTSD scenario for Steve. However, apart from that, this episode would have had any potential for a multi-arc. Just imagine Steve chasing his mother across multiple episodes. Again, PL stepped in and butchered Alex's episode. You can really feel sorry for the guy. PL at his best or worse? He just can't help it. And then, on the very last meters of the series, he brings someone new, who is allowed to cruise around with Steve most of the time. Because Danny was kidnapped by Wo Fat's widow, PL also invented quite late to have some villain at his disposal. This wannabe mastermind must really have been living under a rock somewhere if she wasn't even mentioned by her husband or appeared earlier.

Because towards the end, PL obviously ran out not only of steam but also of ideas, everything culminated in a wildly illogical scenario. Steve has to live through a dramatic day with Eddie, who stands as a metaphor for Steve (as I said, PTSD was never a thing for Super SEAL), Danny bangs his brains out in a ladies' room with a complete stranger, who dies shortly after that in an accident with Danny's rental car. Apparently, there was no budget to turn the Camaro into scrap metal. Danny then also goes home alone, ignoring the incoming emergency vehicles. Everything remains open at the end of the episode. While Steve expresses his gratitude to Tani and Quinn and says, he would be just as lost as poor Eddie without the dog and all of them. The strange thing is that you never notice anything until that sentence. A few forced dialogues are supposed to make the drama visible, but they all happen way too late or are so poorly written that you miss them.

PL had decided early on to make Steve a Teflon hero. That also means he didn't need to put much substance into the character. Which you can clearly see if you compare the first three seasons to the rest of the series. But towards the end, PL wanted to turn the tide and forcefully rewrote Steve's past. There is a huge difference if you compare Steve from seasons 1 to 3 with Steve from season 10. It is only a sparse remnant of what made this character so great. This change in Steve's personality also affects his relationship with Danny. The witty, affectionate banter degenerates into a snappy, humorless bitch-fest that takes all the joy out of it.

The final two episodes could have been written for any other crime show. As mentioned, we have Cole, who even gets a book'em Cole from Steve, which can only be described as out of line. And it begs the question, was that what Lenkov originally had in mind? Danny out of the show and Cole in? Was the last episode, which mainly featured McCole, something of a test run? Did all the McDanno moments happen only to tear the two apart eventually? Was the real final scene the one where Steve and Catherine take Danny's coffin back to Jersey? Was Danny not supposed to survive? Was that the real reason Steve wanted to get out of Hawaii because he wanted to pay his respects to Danny? And would he really have returned to Hawaii later? Or would he have turned his back on Hawaii? To me, this ending is more plausible than what PL served us. Then, Steve handed over his credentials to Cole instead of Danny, his second in command. Honestly, you can't make the end of a series any more sloppy and dumber than that. And I won't even lose a word about the last 1:30 minutes because I think everything has already been said.

No PL, mission absolutely not accomplished. You created Teflon-Steve. You never wanted him to show any weakness. You turned him into a superhuman who can survive anything. Only to pull the rug out from under him on the last few meters to the finish line and spit on his legacy. How can you dismantle such a great series and its characters like you did? How much do you have to hate something to do that? In the final interviews, the showrunner didn't exactly cover himself in glory either. Everyone who grew up with the series from day one knows that its end was wrong on all the possible levels and that the showrunner is solely to blame for that. It takes a fair amount of egoism and carelessness to drive 10 years at full throttle against the wall. Not many people can do that. Whether you can be proud of that, however, I doubt.

My respect if you have made it this far. Each of you gets 10 extra brownie points for it.

#McDanno #steve mcgarrett #danny williams #scott caan #alex o'loughlin #H50 the final chapter #H50 series finale #Lenkov #Eddie #Junior #seal team

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antiloreolympus · 2 years

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10 Anti LO Asks

1. im sorry but wasn't it said fairly early even hades knew persephone was a fertility goddess? like everyone knew she was as a goddess of spring so shes also was also fertility, thats why ppl questioned her being in the maidens (bc obvs fertility is mainly sex in this universe 😑) so i dont get why it was retconned its some big secret and some rare OP status? like it was not built up and was a p clear example of rachel just making stuff up as she goes.

2. truly glad for the anti lo posts bc if not the lo tag is literally nothing but bad edits and weird spam posts. yall are the only ones keeping the tags alive. where are the fans tho 💀

3. why is everyone a joke in this comic

From OP: No clue lol

4. You know what still baffles me: how Hades is literally both the lawyer and one of the judges in this court thing. Like? It doesn’t even make sense?? Not to mention the fact that so far all Hades has done is make terrible points and Zeus and Poseidon have barely talked at all. Like is this a proper court or not? Bc if Hades can become both the lawyer and the judge then the other two judges should also counterargument him. The whole act of wrath of Artemis and Apollo. Why did Hades bring it up? Why didn’t Zeus say that Artemis and Apollo were defending their mom and actually told Zeus about the aow? Persephone and her mom literally did everything they could to cover it up??? What’s even funnier is how Hades is making it seem like Persephone is getting in trial for the aow itself when that’s farther from the truth. It’s literally bc she conspired against the kingdom or whatever. Literally covered up a murder. Had she and her mom gone to Zeus and told him that she killed a bunch of mortals bc they killed her friends Zeus wouldn’t even care at all. This whole thing was so unnecessary and it’s getting dragged for so long it’s just annoying

5. The way Rachel sexualizes Persephone on literally every occasion physically hurts me. Like what the hell is your problem??? She's not only 19 and naive(ughhh i'm so sick that she's written that way) but she also was r**ed NOT SO LONG AGO. LIKE LITERALLY 3 WEEKS AGO. AND YOU SEXUALIZE THE SH*T OUT OF HER ALREADY THO SHE'S NOT EVEN CLOSE TO HEALING AFTER HER TRAUMA. FU RACHEL

6. Seeing a LO stan call us 'misogynistic' because we only 'criticise the female characters' in the story is the funniest and dumbest shit i have ever read from the LO confession blog.

Maybe if RS didn't hate her female cast and didn't treat them more poorly then the male cast we wouldn't be discussing and pointing out so often how messed up and weird it is that she tore down their mythological character, their canon relationships, and passed off their symbols to her FL solely because none of them are allowed to stand out on their own without knocking her self-insert of a FL out from the spotlight.

Hell even her FL isn't safe from RS's horrible writing. Fact is, RS can't write for shit and has no respect for the goddesses (and gods) she's writing off of and we're just following on that lead in our comments. 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

7. 182 is the worst chapter yet. Demeter who didn’t want her daughter dating a man her age that she doesn’t even like that much is framed as “abusive”. We already know Demeter doesn’t like Hades because hades even says all they do is argue, oh and comes to her farm piss drunk. Gee wonder why she doesn’t like the guy. She even tells Persephone she doesn’t trust the banks knowing hades owns them.

Persephone being mad her mom delt with him and then lying to her mom. The first chapters it seems that both characters don’t know each other then later they actually did meet and Persephone basically fell on him naked begging to bring souls back from the dead and leaves all embarrassed and calls that a genuine connection. Stfu, he was already very drunk. “Mom he’s not in love with me” y’all kissed how many times? He’s defending you to the depths of the earth even tho with his last gf he couldn’t even get his brother to remember her name and even thought about marrying her??! You’ve been living at his house?! Y’all talked about dates and asking about the fruit?! Persephone your mom wasn’t born yesterday! Idk I just hate how RS portrays Persephone being naive about hades with other characters. Persephone and hades kissed and then Persephone asks Minthe to help with her with her job and Minthe says something about the two of them dating and Persephone does “idk what you’re talking about but nothing is going on >:(“ stfu. Like you’re a sketchy entitled liar!

Hades, Hephaestus and Apollo exchanged. I’m guessing Hades found out then and not before about what Apollo has done but I thought he knew earlier with the quote “you’ve been terrorizing my wife for months!” I THOUGHT HE KNEW FROM THAT EXCHANGE! But no. Now I feel hades is possessive. Persephone told Apollo “we don’t talk about you” and she’s right we don’t see hades and p talk about Apollo, yet hades knows Apollo been terrorizing her. And then when he does find out he cracks a hotel.

Lastly Persephone “swipey thing”. Makes her sounds dumb, when we’re told over and over how smart she is. She’s been to a bank, she’s watched movies she knows what money is yet requests to be paid in diamonds. I swear RS just ruins her character. What is she other than a couple events, some one lines tied i a curvy baby bright pink highlighter.

8. Lmao underage Persephone looks exactly the same (if not older) as present time Persephone. And on top of that, Rachel continues to sexualize her and the whole situation. Like in those panels in the newest episode where she talks to her mother about Hades being hella drunk, her dress looks like it's about to fall off her shoulders. And it's supposed to look like an ancient greek outfit? Does Rachel have any knowledge of what women wore at that time?

9. Persephone's argument is so fucking stupid Jesus Christ. How does she think she made a "genuine connection" with a drunk man she met for 5 minutes max? Not only that, but they were both almost naked, Persephone was underage and she straight up just wanted to get info out of him about souls and how she could return them to the mortal realm. HOW does that count as a genuine connection? Rachel keeps forgetting her own story again and again.

Oh, and we're also supposed to hate Demeter for wanting to keep her underage daughter safe from drunk papa smurf. 😂

From OP for 8 & 9: Apparently, she was 19 when she met Hades. Doesn’t change much though.

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10. (fastpass spoiler) bro the panel where persephone's like "i want the underground" has me crying like LMAOOO why she got t-rex arms💀💀 she looks like a $3.99 creepy ass baby doll

#anti lo #lore olympus critical #anti lore olympus #lo critical

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A Pirate's Life for a Prince (Part 6)

Summary: Roman was a dashing Captain, content with his exciting life out at sea, diving head first into adventure both on and off land. He wouldn't give up his life for anything, and yet he found himself...lacking something. He was never sure what.

When he meets Virgil, a seemingly common traveler in an old tavern, that lacking feeling in his chest goes away for the first time in a long while. So surely there's no harm in offering the stranger and his friend a ride, right?

Notes: Thank you again to @cheshirevalentine for helping with editing and the descriptions of sword fighting, They've got a side blog for this au, go check out @actorau

TW: a little blood and injury and really gay pining

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5

Virgil had no idea what he was supposed to be doing.

Roman was frowning at him, watching Virgil with scrutinizing eyes before sheathing his own sword at his side.

“Have you never held a sword before?” he asked, his hands on his hips. “It’s like you’re afraid of it.”

Virgil huffed, lowering the sword that was steadily becoming embarrassingly heavy to his side, cheeks burning red with shame under Roman's judgment. “I don’t know what you think I was doing in that palace, but it wasn’t sword fighting.”

“But I thought you were raised as a prince.”

Virgil had asked before, once or twice when he was much younger, but it had been shut down almost immediately, and the request had never even made it to his Uncle. He would never be the dashing Prince who charged into battle, brandishing a sword like it was nothing. That wasn’t the kind of prince they wanted him to be.

“Whatever.” Virgil would really rather not discuss this right now, especially not here. “Why are we even doing this?”

“Because you have to learn to defend yourself,” Roman said simply, moving around Virgil to check his stance. “I won’t always be here to save the day, you know. Now, lift your sword again. I’ll fix your hold.”

Roman was behind him, making Virgil’s shoulders tense instinctively, but he forced himself to relax and do what he was told.

“Come on,” Roman urged as Virgil lifted the sword. “I promise this will help you feel more secure.”

Virgil rolled his eyes when Roman moved back around, mostly to cover up how uneasy and inadequate he felt. He wasn't exactly excited to show off how weak he was to a pirate Captain who had already seen him cry twice.

“Running away has worked out pretty well so far,” Virgil said, but kept the sword lifted all the same. “I’m not gonna be any good at this.”

“You don't know that," Roman said quietly, moving beside Virgil. He moved to help him hold the sword and hesitated, awkwardly maneuvering his hands as if he wasn't sure how to place them around Virgil's. “Uh… my apologies. Is it alright if I touch you?”

Virgil only hesitated a second, forcibly shoving down the panic rising against his will. It was just Roman, and Roman had made it clear that he wouldn’t hurt him. “Yeah, that’s fine.”

“Alright then.” Roman moved slowly, clearly trying not to spook Virgil, placing himself behind the prince once again and gently wrapping his warm hands around Virgil’s own. The weight of the sword lifted considerably with his help. “The way I was taught was rather… untraditional. It’s easier to teach like this.”

Virgil nodded, trying to focus on keeping his breathing steady. “So… where did you learn to sword fight?”

“My brother and I learned a long time ago,” Roman said, curt in the way that told Virgil the Captain would prefer to discuss anything else. “Anyways. I’ll teach you to block and parry first.”

Virgil wanted to apologize for prying, but it was already hard enough to form words with the feeling of Roman’s hands encasing his own, his chest rising and falling against Virgil’s back. He had the sudden, ridiculous urge to close his eyes and lean back against the steady warmth.

“Uh, ok,” he said instead, forcing himself to focus. “Just… be patient with me I guess. I’m kind of a slow learner, so… sorry in advance.”

“Nonsense,” the Captain chided. “You’ll do fine.”

Virgil nodded, his breathing still a bit uneven as he let Roman move his hands to the Prince’s wrists. He guided his arms, first to slowly swing up to block at his left shoulder, and then down.

"When you block, you want to make sure your assailant isn't pushing you back,” he said. “On a ship, that could be the difference between being cast overboard or staying dry." He dropped a hand to pat Virgil's left hip. "It's best to step forward after that, preferably with your non-dominant leg. It will give you a stable base to attack on, so make sure your weight is centered."

Virgil was doing his absolute best to listen to what Roman was saying, but to be fair he was pretty sure he was going to suck at this whether he could comprehend the instructions or not.

But Roman was still holding his hand, warm and strong, and when the Captain moved to touch his hip Virgil could only respond with a slightly panicked, "Okay."

“To attack,” Roman continued, his voice a gentle murmur in Virgil’s ear. “Take another step with your other leg and swing forward-” He stepped with Virgil, guiding their arms to swing at their invisible assailant. "Your sword is an extension of your arm. You don't want to overextend and throw yourself off balance, that will give your opponent a chance to swing at you. Now, back-” He stepped back, gently pulling Virgil with him. "Block, forward, attack, back."

Virgil couldn’t breathe, something he was unfortunately used to, but for once it didn’t feel like a bad thing.

The panic wasn't all consuming and cold, it was warm and it made him feel lightheaded and distant. Roman was up against him, guiding his movements, and although he knew he probably looked absolutely pathetic holding the sword, in the moment it felt like he could do anything.

Other than Patton, no one had ever been so gentle with him. It had been so long since he’d been touched without the intention to hurt.

“Once more,” Roman instructed. “Block, forward, attack, back. Look at you! You’re doing amazing already.”

Virgil’s face grew hot, chest light at the praise. It took him a moment to find his voice, choked and unsteady. “I… thank you.”

“Now we pick up the pace,” Roman said, slowly starting to increase their speed. “You’re doing so well. Just a bit faster now and then I’ll let you try it on your own.”

After a moment of the back and forth, the two almost dancing in the afternoon sun, Virgil closed his eyes for just a second, basking in the warm glow, the feeling of Roman’s hands over his, content and safe.

“Now,” Roman said softly. “Can you show me?”

Virgil’s eyes snapped open, reality slamming back into him as Roman stepped away and the sword momentarily wobbled in the air, the Prince struggling to keep it upright by himself.

“Uh, yeah. Sure.” He hesitated, face burning for an entirely new reason this time. God, he was so stupid. He could vaguely recall the movements, but… he'd just end up looking like an idiot if he tried it by himself. "Sorry, uh… could you let me watch you first? Sorry I'm just… kind of slow sometimes."

“You’re not slow,” Roman assured, sending Virgil a patient smile. “Some people are visual learners, it's only a matter of preference. I'm a kinesthetic learner, so I have to do it, rather than see it."

Virgil shrugged, still not fully convinced he wasn’t just stupid. “I guess.”

Roman unsheathed his own practice sword and lifted it, turning so he was parallel to where Virgil was standing, and began the back and forth.

“Block, forward, attack, back,” he said, repeating the motions twice, faster the second time. "Ideally, a fight isn't so tense and scripted. You have to learn to think on your feet. And always, always play dirty. A fair fight is sure to get you killed." He lowered his sword, facing Virgil with a smile. "Ready?"

Slightly stunned by how patient Roman was, Virgil nodded and took a shaky breath. The Captain’s patience was bound to run out soon if he didn’t hurry up and get this right.

“I’m ready.”

He began to copy Roman’s movements- block, forward, attack, back. He knew it looked clumsy and ridiculous, and not even close to what Roman was expecting. The sword still felt heavy and foreign in his hands, and he turned sheepishly to the Captain when he was finished, fully prepared to apologize for doing so poorly.

But Roman was smiling at him, wide and genuine. He sheathed his own sword again, placing his hands on his hips.

“You learn quickly!” he praised. “This particular style requires a lot of physical conditioning. Your abdomen, back, wrists, and hands all need conditioning if you're to properly hold your sword. Though, I'm sure we have a rapier around here somewhere that may better suit you."

Virgil furrowed his brow. “A rapier?”

“Something smaller,” Roman explained, eyes softening. “It might be a bit easier for you. Logan prefers lighter weapons, as well.”

“Oh,” Virgil said, arms already growing sore from the strain of the sword. “Maybe.”

“We’ll save that for later,” Roman said. “For now, I need you to take the rhythm you just learned, and I need you to forget it. Falling into a rhythm can mean spacing out, and without the utmost concentration, you're dead. Now! Make like you're going to attack me.”

Roman didn’t move, didn't even unsheathe his sword, and Virgil frowned when he just stood there, waiting expectantly.

“Uh… okay?” He cautiously positioned the sword again and pointed it at Roman, the Captain still unarmed. “Like this?”

Roman nodded, looking Virgil over carefully. "Widen your stance. For you… I think it's best to stave on the balls of your feet. I believe I've been teaching you how I was taught, and since our body types are so different..."

He trailed off, smiling dropping into a small frown, eyebrows drawn together as he studied Virgil’s stance.

"Don't focus so hard on grounding yourself,” Roman instructed. He finally took his blade out with a flourish, spinning it once before he widened his stance, holding his sword at the ready. "Attack me.”

“I- what?” Virgil wasn’t sure if he was more worried about hurting Roman, or Roman hurting him. The latter seemed more likely. “I’m not gonna… I can’t just start stabbing at you!”

“You can,” Roman declared, shifting eagerly on the balls of his feet. “That’s how you learn. I won’t bite, I promise. Now, attack me! If you hesitate in battle, your foe won’t hesitate to take your life.”

“I guess,” Virgil relented. “Okay.”

He pushed down the lingering uneasiness, both from the sight of a much larger man holding a sword in front of him, and the off chance that he might actually end up hurting the Captain. Virgil moved forward, still hesitant, moving to attack slowly with no real intent to hit.

Roman was silent and still, holding his sword at the ready. He stepped forward to intercept Virgil's blade, twisting his own to knock the handle out of Virgil's grip. His sword clattered to the ground between them and Roman took a step back.

“You can do better,” the Captain said. “We both saw it. Again.”

Virgil reached down to pick up the weapon off the ground, keeping his eyes on Roman and the weapon in his hand. "What if I… accidentally stab you?"

“I’ve been stabbed before,” Roman said, clearly biting back a rising smile. “And you’re a fragile ex-prince who’s never held a sword before. I’m not worried.”

Virgil scowled, hoping his embarrassed flush wasn't as obvious as it felt. He still hesitated, this time with a bit more force. “Well, if you’ve gotten stabbed clearly you can’t be that good.”

“Right, and clearly you’re so talented.” Roman parried this time, stepping forward to smack the blade back. “Again. Harder, this time. You’re not going to hurt me, Virgil.”

"What if I do?" Virgil shot back, unable to stop a smile as he attacked again, still keeping his movements a bit slow. "What will people say if you get stabbed by someone who’s never even held a sword?"

"That I was viciously attacked by a vengeful Prince and did nothing wrong," Roman huffed, smacking the blade away once more. "Faster. I can keep up."

"You sure?" Virgil asked, more teasing than anything as he finally let himself relax just a bit, moving forward to attack once again.

“Move faster and we’ll see.”

The friendly banter took some of the tension away, Virgil smiling despite himself, feeling lighter by the second.

Virgil's movements were still definitely a bit more frantic than they needed to be, shoulders tensing as he moved his sword up, glancing hopefully up at Roman when he blocked the attack.

“Good!” Roman said, beaming. “Try not to panic, it’ll make you lose focus. Try again.”

Right. Try not to panic. That was easier said than done, especially when it came to Virgil, who could never seem to react any other way.

But the praise made him feel lighter than ever, and he smiled with a tiny nod before stepping back to try again.

“You’re doing good. Keep it up, don’t stop-” Roman parried and returned the next blow. “Pick up the speed. Push me back!”

Virgil managed to keep his movements a little less panicked this time, taking deep breaths like Patton had taught him and moved to attack again, faster this time as instructed.

"You sure you can keep up, Captain?" he teased with confidence he didn't feel in the slightest, smiling with his eyes still on the swords.

To his relief Roman’s smile only grew, the Captain taking another step forward to block again. “Eyes on me. Watch the weapons, but if you can see where I'm looking you can see where I'm attacking."

Virgil managed not to completely freak out when he blocked Roman’s next attack, still a bit more tense than he knew the Captain would have liked.

It was almost impossible to keep his eyes on Roman, cheeks growing hot whenever the Captain met his eyes, forcing himself to avert his gaze.

Virgil really did not need to be distracted by the blush spreading across his cheeks and the butterflies in his stomach as he moved to attack again.

Roman laughed, Virgil’s eyes lighting up when he nearly lowered his sword before he could block Virgil’s attack. “Come on handsome, eyes up here.”

“I’m trying!”

Roman took another step forward, swiping down towards Virgil’s leg. “When you can’t block, move!”

Virgil just barely managed to scramble out of the blade's way, and he was sure if Roman had moved any faster he would have lost a leg.

“Jesus!” His face was burning red now, both from the teasing and his own sloppy moves. “Are you trying to kill me?”

Roman's grin only grew as he took a step back, spinning his sword. "No, I'm trying to prepare you. Distractions happen. Now come on beautiful, one more time."

Oh, this was so not fair. Virgil’s blush depended, but he forced himself not to look away this time when he attacked. “Careful, or I’m actually going to stab you.”

“I’ve got the experience, darling,” Roman bragged, though he barely got his sword up in time to block Virgil’s strike. “You can’t hurt me.”

Virgil laughed, ignoring the way his cheeks burned at the nickname. He was going to die here. “Whatever you say, Captain.”

Virgil had no idea how long they went on like this for, time nothing but a distant blur, overshadowed by the warm excitement bubbling in his chest. His cheeks burned bright when he eventually managed to start meeting Roman’s eyes, the Captain sending him a teasing smile.

He should have noticed Roman had gotten distracted, should have realized he’d started moving just a bit slower than he had been when they first started.

But he didn’t, and Roman’s sword didn’t move up to block Virgil's next attack.

Roman gasped when the blade cut into his bicep, ripping through the cloth and drawing blood immediately, and the Captain quickly smacked the blade away with the end of his own sword.

"Holy shit!" Virgil dropped the sword without thinking, wincing when it clattered to the ground. He moved towards Roman, stopping in his tracks when he saw how much blood there was. "I… shit, Roman I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to, I- I wasn't paying attention I'm so sorry!"

Roman looked back up at Virgil, raising an eyebrow at the Prince’s panic.

“I stand corrected,” he said, voice more awed than annoyed or angry. “It turns out you can stab me. Well done.”

“Well done?” Virgil echoed. “I hurt you!”

“It’s fine, Virgil. I’m barely bleeding. I wasn’t paying attention, this is just the consequence.” He looked back to his wound, lifting his arm to inspect it. “Would you mind grabbing Logan for me, though? He should be up on the bridge.”

Virgil nodded and scrambled back, carefully stepping over the swords, grateful for the excuse to get away. It at least meant Roman wasn't angry enough to lash out.

Unless that was Logan's job.

Virgil’s head was spinning and his hands were shaking, but he forced himself to keep going, rushing to the bridge.

The relief was almost crushing when he saw Patton, leaned up against the wall as he chatted with Logan, the two of them lost in quiet conversation. Virgil hadn’t been sure he could handle being alone with Logan, especially when it ran the risk of making him angry.

“Virgil?” Patton called, concern rising as soon as he saw the young Prince. “What’s wrong, kiddo?”

“I…” Virgil hesitated, eyes glued to Logan. “Roman he- he got hurt. With his sword, it… it was my fault and- and he asked for you. I’m… I’m sorry, I—”

Logan was already starting forward with a sigh, freezing when Virgil flinched back at the sudden movement, arms wrapped protectively around himself, eyes flying instinctively to Patton.

“I’m going to go check on Roman,” Logan explained, keeping his voice low. “I’m not angry with you. Whatever happened was clearly an accident.”

Virgil nodded, still a bit frantic and shaky, stepping aside to let Logan through. Patton moved to follow, pausing to place a gentle hand on Virgil’s hunched shoulder.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly, the words meant just for the two of them. “Are you hurt anywhere?”

Virgil shook his head, grateful beyond words Patton had decided to stay. “I’m fine I just… I- I didn’t mean to hurt him we were just—”

“I know, honey.” Pat squeezed his shoulder, sending a reassuring smile. “Nobody’s gonna hurt you, V. Come on, let’s go see if they need any help.”

They followed Logan back to the deck where Roman was waiting, letting the first mate make a quick stop for a first-aid kit, and Virgil averted his gaze when Roman straightened up at their arrival.

“My valiant knight in black armor,” the Captain greeted, offering his bloody arm to Logan. “Hello, Logan. How has your day been?”

Logan sighed, carefully taking a hold of the injured arm and lowering himself to a crouch. “What on earth are you and Virgil doing?”

“I was teaching Virgil how to use a sword!” Roman announced, and he was beaming when Virgil risked a glance up. “Isn’t he doing great already? I didn’t think he could hit me at all, but here we are!”

Roman rocked back and forth as he talked, gesturing with his free hand, and Logan tightened his grip. “Stay still, please.”

It was clearly a pointless venture, Virgil hadn’t seen Roman sit still once since he’d come aboard, but the Captain nodded and settled for tapping his hands against the floor. He winced when Logan touched the wound but didn't shy away, letting a hissing breath of pain out.

“He’s doing great,” Roman declared again, leaning back slightly to look at Virgil. “You are, you know. This is good progress.”

Virgil tensed, warily glancing between Roman and Logan despite the fact that neither of them seemed inclined to chew him out or make a move to strike him just yet. “I stabbed you. I literally stabbed you!”

“You did!” Roman said, ecstatic. “That’s the whole point! You did it, you got me! And I’m barely even hurt, don’t worry about it.”

Logan sighed again, reaching with his free hand for the rest of the medical supplies as Roman's blood began to soak through the first rag. Virgil looked away, even as he blushed under Roman's praise.

"But I… you’re not mad?”

“Not at all,” Roman assured. “I told you to attack me, didn't I? Sometimes people get hurt when you spar, this was a learning opportunity!" He paused, glancing down at Logan. “I’m bleeding quite a lot, aren’t I? Should I be worried about that?”

“You will be fine,” Logan said, not looking up. “The cut is shallow. Virgil did not land a fatal blow, though I can imagine the temptation was there.”

It startled a laugh out of Virgil, and Roman gave an offended gasp. “He would never! He’s a very good friend, much more so than someone I know.”

“Stay still.”

Roman scowled at his first mate, then winced in pain as he continued to tend to the wound. “It really is okay, Virgil. I’ve been stabbed worse by far more terrible foes, I promise.”

“You seem to have a habit of getting stabbed,” Virgil said, voice still a bit shaky. He relaxed a little when Patton put a hand on his shoulder. “And here I thought you were a master.”

“Even masters occasionally get stabbed. This is nothing,” Roman boasted. “Do I need stitches, Lo? That part does hurt, and I’d recommend not watching if you don’t have a thick stomach.”

Virgil did feel a bit sick at the thought, though it was more the idea of the Captain being in pain because of him than the stitches. The blood didn't bother him all that much- he'd had to get Patton to patch him up like this plenty of times in the past.

“I’m fine,” he said. “I can stay if you need someone to hold your hand.”

It had been a joke, nothing more than teasing, and Virgil absolutely was not half hoping Roman would take him up on the offer.

But Roman grinned, something mischievous in his eyes. He lifted his free hand and wiggled his fingers at Virgil. “Well then you’d better come comfort me, Prince Dreary.”

Virgil was going to kill him. His face flushed again, cheeks on fire. He had no idea how Roman kept managing to fluster him like this, but he wasn’t about to give the Captain the satisfaction of seeing it.

He rolled his eyes as he stepped forward, effortlessly slipping his hand into Roman’s and smirking. “Better?”

“Much,” Roman hummed, and Virgil saw Logan roll his eyes. The Captain just smiled, his thumb stroking gentle lines along the back of Virgil’s hand. “Your hands are very small, you know. Soft, though.”

It was quiet musing, gentle and kind, but Virgil's chest squeezed painfully, suddenly very aware of how much smaller he was than the other three men on the deck, shame and anxiety rising to his throat.

“Yeah okay,” he muttered, gaze dropping back down to the floor. “Maybe your hands are just huge, Roman.”

“I’m not complaining,” Roman said, but his smile softened like he had picked up on Virgil’s discomfort. “They’re soft. Cold as hell, but that’s only fitting for Peter Deadpan, I suppose.”

Virgil scoffed, but his face felt warm, and his smile was quickly becoming more relaxed again. “Well, I didn’t grow up playing with swords like you did. Royal life is kinda boring compared to the life of a pirate.”

“I don’t know,” Roman mused, and he shared an odd look with his first mate. “Royal life can be exciting too. It’s just… a different kind of excitement.”

Logan snorted, peeling the blood soaked cloth away from dark skin. “You would know.”

Roman winced, squeezing Virgil’s hand. “That was years ago, Logan. It’s possible it’s gotten more exciting since then.”

“I’m sure.”

Wait, what?

Virgil didn’t get a chance to ask the questions on the tip of his tongue before Roman huffed, tilting his head to inspect what was left of the wound. “Are you almost done, oh gracious healer?”

“You don’t need stitches, Captain,” Logan said, unamused. “But you’re more than welcome to keep holding the Prince’s hand if you’d like.”

Roman just glared, clearly biting back a smile as Logan gathered up bandages from his first aid kit, still keeping a firm hold on Roman’s arm.

Virgil squeezed Roman’s hand without thinking, scrambling for the right words. “You… you were a royal?”

“A long time ago, yes.” Roman’s smile faded, his thumb going back to tracing soothing lines on Virgil’s hand before he could feel guilty for opening his mouth. “Far from here, I wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t know of me.”

“What kingdom?”

“Lucoria,” Roman said softly. “It’s due East, months away. We’re far from it.”

Virgil nodded, fighting not to lose himself to the flood of memories as he thought back to the history practically forced down his throat since he was a child. He’d heard of Lucoria, could vaguely recall rumors and stories, but history had never really been his strong suit. He’d never really been interested in the past, anyway.

But he could see the tension Roman was failing to hide, and he quickly squeezed the Captain’s hand once more, offering what he hoped was a gentle smile

“I’m glad you got out,” Virgil said, eyes glued to Roman, unable to look away. “It doesn’t seem like you’d enjoy that life.”

Roman returned Virgil's smile easily, tilting his head. "Like I said, it’s a lot more free. It wasn’t… all my choice, but once you're out there's no way you can go back. Leaving was the best thing I could have done."

“Well… thank you,” Virgil said quietly, the rest of the world melting away for just a moment. “For letting me leave too.”

Roman’s eyes widened and his cheeks flushed, and for the first time since Virgil had met him, Roman was completely still. “Anything for you.”

For what felt like an eternity neither of them moved, everything almost magically quiet. And then Roman hissed in pain, whirling around and yanking on his injured arm, shattering the moment.

“Ow, you—”

“There you are, Captain,” Logan announced, ignoring Roman’s outburst and cutting the rest of the bandage. “Try to be more careful next time.”

Roman winced and pulled his arm away from Logan, scowling. Virgil glanced at Patton, the older man watching them all carefully, expression worried but guarded.

“Yes, yes,” Roman said, the Captain practically pouting. “We’ll be more careful.”

Virgil hesitated to let go of Roman’s hand, eyes now on his freshly bandaged arm. “I’m sorry, again. For hurting you.”

“It’s okay,” Roman assured. “Though, I do think it’s best that we stop for the day. But we can pick this up anytime.”

“Yeah,” Virgil agreed. Today had entailed more physical activity than he’d ever had in his life, his ribs and chest starting to ache now that the adrenaline was starting to fade. “Sounds good, Captain.”

Logan practically had to drag Roman away, guiding the Captain back to the bridge while Patton gently took Virgil by the shoulder and steered them both back to their quarters.

Virgil went willingly, leaning into Patton’s familiar touch, but it took a while for the pleasant warmth to disappear from Virgil’s cheeks.

And if he couldn’t stop smiling like an idiot for the rest of the afternoon, Patton was gracious enough not to point it out.

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Sound of a Heartbeat

Part 6. The Devil's Hospitality

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

And I am back from celebrating the summer solstice. Mosquitoe-bitten, red-haired and with a new chapter. Thanks for following the story if you still are, I'm very sorry that editing takes me so long. (STILL IN NEED OF A BETA). So yes, please enjoy and like&reblog&comment, because interaction with readers makes me extremely happy. Also please write in comments if you want me to tag you so that you don't miss the new parts.

Pairing: Dracula x OC

Warnings: none, a little bit of death threats and the usual tuberculosis part

"Maps used to say there'd be dragons here. Now they don't, but that doesn't mean dragons aren't there." ~ Lorne Malvo, "Fargo"

Shari began to open her eyes hesitantly, slowly when nothing rushed at her in the first few moments of her presence inside the castle. The healer was still extremely tense, ready to jump aside and try to fight off anything that tried to attack her. Nothing. Dark, still, terrifying, but also quiet and…empty. Lisa hadn’t told her a complete lie. Apparently, Dracula wasn’t home. Shari looked around the dark place she found herself in - she was standing in the middle of an enormous hall, columns going way up, she needed to raise her head to see the gothic arcs of the dark ceiling above her; two large round marble staircases in front of her led to the opening on the second floor and behind that space she could see a darkened entrance to an inner corridor. Shari could hear nothing but her own heartbeat and Rodo's husky breathing, the silence was almost ideal, her own quiet breathing echoed around the wide halls - the castle appeared to be completely empty, apart from her, Rodo and her ghastly companion. Lisa seemed frozen in awe for a while, looking around too, but with a kind of familiar melancholic look on her face - staring once again at the place she had spent so much time in must have felt odd. Odd and slightly painful. All the memories of her life, all the “what if”s of her never leaving this peculiar home or never finding it in the first place rushed in, frustrating her for a few moments. The ghost quickly recalled she needed to keep collected – for the sake of her new guest and the adventure she was planning ahead.

- Wait, Lisa! - Shari rushed to her side, afraid to be left alone even for one moment. Rodo hopped behind her easily. - We will go and grab books, yeah I get it, but... How do I... Where do I rest? I mean I need a bed and preferably next to a chimney and then after I wake up, I can study through whatever we need and search for whatever other materials I can need, sure, but I'd there... I mean it's kind of a vampire castle... - Shari trailed off and in a moment she was coughing again, heading to the supposed library entrance, but barely seeing her way.

- That is quite funny of you, - Lisa responded, when Shari quieted down a bit. - To be asking me if you can have a normal bedroom in a vampire castle, especially since you know I've lived here for quite a long time.

- Yeah and married the host, - Shari argued breathlessly.

- What do you think vampires sleep in?

- Coffins?

- Don't be shallow.

- Well, sorry if didn't live with them for twenty years and didn't realise they may as well use beds... - Shari hesitated. - They do, right? Because if you were implying that you want me to sleep in your old room, then thanks I'd better sleep on library floor.

- You'll take one of the guestrooms, - Lisa rolled her eyes. - And you have to get there soon, otherwise you'll collapse and I am in no form to drag you up the stairs.

- Oh, you've finally noticed, - Shari huffed. - I hope there will be a very - no, extremely - warm chimney, - she added, shivering.

- As you wish, - answered the ghost, pushing the heavy door. They walked into the library together, careful not to make any noise and Shari had to catch her breath: of course she had expected something like this, but neither the size of the room nor the abundance of different apparatuses and strange objects could have ever been embraced by her imagination - it seemed like one lifetime would never be enough to study through all the centuries of knowledge kept in these walls.

- Wow.

- Well, that… is one way to place it, - Lisa laughed, amused with the healer's surprise. - Come, - she beckoned. - Take this, this... oh, and this, - she walked to one of the tall shelves, pointing to several books for Shari to take. - Oh, wait, I forgot, can you...?

- Read? You ask only now? You offend me, - Shari threw the ghost an unamused glare, her hands loaded with heavy foliants. Lisa laughed, obviously the question was only poorly hidden sarcasm. Rodo behind her back was running around the room, smelling the air with curiosity - if he ever visited the castle before, she doubted that he was let anywhere near the living areas.

- Well, you never know with people these days, - Lisa replied. - These must have something on your lung disease, as far as I remember - or some similar things - you'll need to go through lung sections, compare the symptoms and check what might work for you.

- Will try to, - the girl nodded, weighting the books in her arms and already estimating how much time she may possibly have for all that study.

- Come on now, don't waste time, - Lisa was too enthusiastic to be a ghost inside of an abandoned vampire castle. Far too enthusiastic. Something must have been off, but Shari couldn’t place what and couldn’t possibly be able to do so in her exhausted state.

Shari followed her down another large door and out of the library; there was a narrow staircase leading somewhere upstairs, dark and empty, just like the rest of the place – the golden lights of the library couldn’t reach into its curves, so Shari had to watch her step carefully. She was not sure how many floors they passed before they finally left the stairs and turned into a dark corridor lit only by the moonlight, falling from a small window way in front of them. Shari felt cold and slightly anxious for no evident reason - the whole place had an intense, intimidating mood to it – as expected. Lisa made a few more steps and stopped in front of a heavy wooden door. Shari hesitated once more, but Lisa nodded towards it encouragingly; the girl then freed one of her hands from underneath the books and pushed the door open, stepping into the room more confidently.

A big four-poster bed, a fireplace, a wardrobe and a table with a chair placed by the window. Old, slightly dusty, but more than enough for her to rest her head. Shari threw the books on the table and lit the fire in no time, sinking down on her knees to warm her freezing fingers. After several days of survival and freezing, she could finally heat and rest. Rodo crawled to the corner of the room and lay down there calmly, hiding his clawed paws beneath himself and seemingly beginning to drift off, Lisa stood by the window, facing away, staring into the darkness, seemingly already detached from what was happening within the walls of the castle. The door was locked - pointlessly, as a bow to paranoia - the fire was burning nicely - how good it was to finally feel its warmth - the room was silent apart from its creaking and Shari knew she herself was starting to fall asleep.

She stood up from her place by the chimney, checked the door once more and threw herself on the bed, kicking off her boots and crawling under the heavy blankets. Now she wanted nothing more than sleep - sleep and warmth of the chimney to ease her cold, the soreness of her limbs and the pain in her lungs. Lisa slowly dissolved in the corner of the room, but even that didn't seem to be a problem to the healer - she would catch up with the ghost tomorrow, get to her reading and preferably medicine. Now - rest.

Shari rolled into a ball under the covers and surrendered to the long awaited sleep.

***

Dracula was returning to his home after two days of absence; following his son proved counterproductive - apart from assuring, that the boy didn't have it easy with the demons, there was not much more he could do. The group held together, never separated - not after they became three instead of four. That was almost a pitiful chain of events. Though it did make them less vulnerable to his attacks and he decided not to rush things - the speed at which they traveled bought him more than enough time for any further proceedings.

The world outside was crushed and burned by war. The world inside his castle was dark and hollow as usual. At least it was so normally - but surprisingly, not that night.

Dracula knew there was an intruder in his castle the moment he entered – there was no way he wouldn’t have noticed; the vampire had to stop on his tracks, trying to detect what caught him off guard, and then he finally felt it - the smell of the human was very subtle, but still there. He tracked her down(undeniably this one was a female, he could almost recognize that mix of cinnamon and lavender as if he had encountered it before) - from the main entrance to the library - pausing by the shelves for a moment, a few foliants were missing here and there with the traces of her human warmth still hovering around the place - and upstairs to one of the rooms - just like the guestroom Lisa stayed at when she first found him.

The door was expectably locked, but as soon as the vampire's nail trailed along the keyhole, the lock clicked by itself, opening up. Dracula expected a lost and tired stranger or a hopeful witch seeking out his help and teaching, but when he opened the door, letting himself inside, he finally understood why her smell seemed so familiar to him. The girl from the forest camp, his son's willing helper, witch and healer by her own words. The vampire was surprised to say the least. He had been quite sure she was gone for good; in the end he had tried his best to give her a peaceful death and yet here she was: alive, breathing and in his castle. Sleeping peacefully, having willingly crawled under his roof and left herself at his mercy.

The vampire entered the room quietly, shutting the door behind him and sitting down in the chair by the table, his eyes observing the human figure on the bed. Petite, blond haired and pale - the girl looked so similar to Lisa, but yet was nothing like her - no, the darker tint to her hair and the weakness of her tired body drew the distinction quite clearly, as well as the reddish mark standing out against her pale neck. A mark he left on her.

He briefly wondered how that weak creature managed to survive his bite, but he would set the question aside for the time being. He needed to decide what to do with his guest: the easiest option was to finally enjoy the remnants of her sweet living blood without interruption now, but one look at the pale sleeping form made him suddenly feel doubtful: her chest heaving as she breathed, her heartbeat slow and peaceful, she coughed in her sleep dryly and turned on her back, her arms spread across the bed, she faced away from him with the crook of her neck so temptingly open to his view - so calm and vulnerable. How are you still alive? Dracula suddenly for himself felt rather than decided that he would not end her, not yet and not here, that he wanted to know more: how she found him, what she wanted and what may come of her - after all, he hadn't had such bold human visitors, ever since...

***

Dim light was shining through the window, strands of it falling onto her face and disturbing her peaceful sleep. Shari moved about a bit, wincing at the pain in her limbs and the full ache somewhere deep in her chest, letting a few (thankfully) dry coughs pass her lips, trying to hide away from the morning rays, hoping for a few more minutes of the blissful unconsciousness, then finally stilled, opening her sleepy eyes and sitting up. The instant she did so, she knew something was very wrong: the room was identical to how it looked the evening before, but she felt it still – even the air seemed denser, more dangerous and alert. She felt a shiver run down her back – as she finally noticed it, on the wall before her, next to the door, she could see a large dark shadow of something standing in front of the window, cutting off the light. Please let it be something outside. Shari turned her head slightly to the left and saw Rodo crouched on the ground - worried and tense, looking in the direction of something behind her back; the healer suddenly had absolutely no wish to turn around. Maybe if she would stay still the thing - whatever it was - would go away and leave her alone.

The sound of movement behind her back announced her that her stillness would most probably not protect her - whatever it was, it was inside of the room and very much uncaring of whether she moved or not.

- I think I have already killed you once this week, - Shari jumped on the spot and turned abruptly to finally face her host: Dracula was leaning against the table and staring down at her, his sharp face unreadable. - You are quite persistent for a human, I dare say. And bold.

Shari leaped out of the bed, as if a bucket of ice cold water was spilled over her, and backed away from him until her back hit the stone wall, her eyes searching for Lisa frantically – but the ghost was nowhere to be seen. Not this again. The vampire crossed the room in a swift, undetectable motion, his figure appearing in front of her in a matter of seconds. Rodo growled at his master, but remained motionless, still afraid to step out against the vampire.

Shari tried to move away, slip out of his grasp before he could properly get ahold of her, possibly even reach the door and run down the stairs - anything - but a large clawed hand grabbed her throat suddenly and firmly and the healer found herself unable to breathe properly, gasping and coughing in his hold, trying to wriggle away. Where was Lisa when she was so needed? "Oh no, Dracula is rarely visiting this castle nowadays!" Sure, like there was ever any point in believing that.

- How did you find this place? - Dracula growled rather than asked. His grasp was tight and Shari felt panic rise inside as if she was already in the claws of Death itself. Not far from truth.

"Your dead wife dragged me all the way here."

- Rumours. Mostly. And a bit of luck, - she rasped, out of breath.

- What do you want?

"Out."

- Shelter. And knowledge. I know there are books here that can help me heal, - she coughed and tried to free herself, once again unsuccessfully.

- And you expected the castle to be empty? - he almost laughed.

"No, but your beloved wife is a big liar."

- I recognize it was incredibly stupid of me, but back then it seemed like a plan, - oh yes, a plan of a very annoying and untrustworthy ghost.

- Are you alone here?

"Apart from a mean ghost and your demon..."

- Yes! - she gritted her teeth, as his hand pressed her farther into the wall.

- Give me one reason, human, not to finish now what I started a few days ago, - he was growling now even deeper, his face close to hers and she wondered how painful it may be this time. She did not want to find out.

- When I'm here I can't help Adrian! - she replied quickly, rasping each word.

- Same as when you are dead, - came the answer, his head leaning down to the crook of her neck. She shrieked.

- Repeating the same action and awaiting a different outcome of it is the definition of insanity, - Shari blurted out, not fully aware of her own words. What the hell was this even about? - You have ready killed me once, remember? I should have died back then, but something kept me going. You killed me and it didn't work. And you are not insane, are you?

Dracula suddenly removed his hand from her throat, laughing and took a small step back - as soon as he did so, she could feel against herself the growling form of Rodo who jumped in front of the human, protecting her from his master. Shari slid to the floor and threw her arms around the creature's neck, holding it to herself and caressing the dark fur. The vampire stared at the demon with a dissatisfied gaze, but the beast held his ground firmly now.

- You are a particularly peculiar human being, healer, - the vampire laughed. - That was the most unsettling answer you could have given.

- Was it? - she rasped, catching her breath. He smirked, knowing well he would not eat her now; he was too amused to make her his meal. - I can leave if you want, I will... - Shari searched for words. What exactly was she going to do if he made her leave? Crouch down on his porch and die?

- You are a curious specimen... Besides it likes you for some reason, - Dracula nodded towards Rodo. - You may stay until you annoy me out of my patience, - he stated blankly, instantly hating how welcoming he was being towards the human.

- Thank you. Making me leave would have been unfortunate and embarrassing to no limit, - Shari spoke quickly with no intonation, calming her rapidly beating heart. That was unexpected, but appreciated and she tried to be as short and non-annoying as possible as to not make him change his mind.

- Rest, use the library, and try to stay out of my line of sight. And remember I could still decide to draw a conclusion to our previous meeting, - he walked out of the guestroom, almost slamming the door behind him. So much for hospitality, but at least she wasn't being kicked out. Or eaten, for that matter.

Shari breathed in deeply and caressed Rodo's head and neck. What has she gotten herself into? Where the hell did Lisa disappear to?

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