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slytherinshua · 6 months

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SKATE INTO MY HEART

genre. fluff. skater au. meetcute kinda? warnings. kissing. reader falls off their skateboard once. i know nothing about skateboarding but i tried to do some research for this lmfao. pairing. changyun x reader. wc. 1.5k. a/n. guys im officially whipped asf for etion its not even funny anymore

Unlike most of your friends, you liked getting up early. Not just waking up early only to go back to sleep, but doing things in the early hours of the morning.

You liked the cool chill of the morning air and the fresh crisp dewy smell of the wet grass. You liked the walk you took to the skatepark when the sky was still a dusky blue and the sun hadn’t even fully awoken yet.

But, most of all, you liked the welcome solitude of the skatepark in the early morning. You had been skeptical of skateboarding as a hobby when you were little. It looked boring and dangerous and even lame to you 12 year old brain.

Your older brother had loved it, though, and in an attempt to spend more time with him, you picked it up too. Turns out, skateboarding wasn’t as lame as you thought. The adrenaline rush you felt as the breeze blew through your hair and you felt like you were going a mile a minute was addicting. The satisfaction of cleanly landing a hard trick was like no other.

What had first been an attempt at finding an activity to do with your brother quickly turned into 15 long years of skating. And now, you still kept it as a side hobby to relax before a long work day.

It was one of those mornings where you felt like nothing could possibly go wrong. It was the perfect temperature— chilly, but comfortable with a hoodie on— and the light rain the day before left the outside world fresh and clean.

You got up at 5 AM and were already on your way to the skatepark at 5:20. You wore jeans and a simple hoodie to keep warm and comfortable, hair tied up so it wouldn’t get in your face. You had been working on a trick called the laser flip for a couple weeks now. It was technically challenging, and it had been nothing but failures so far. But you still worked on it, determined to master it eventually.

Nothing could possibly interrupt the idyllic morning. You were already planning it in your head. You would arrive at the skatepark and skate for an hour and blissful seclusion, then stop by a coffee shop on your way to work. You felt as if you could even handle your boss’s yelling today and not even flinch. You felt amazing.

Well, until the first part of your plan fell apart.

As the skatepark came into your view, it was immediately clear that there was already someone skating there. Really? At 5:30 in the morning!?

You sighed heavily at the sight and debated turning back around to go home. You hated conversing with other skaters or even sharing the space. You didn’t like to have to be cautious of other people using the same space. More often than not, it ended in ruined tricks and frustration.

Not to mention that most of the skaters you had encountered in your town were smoking and high all the time. It was just better if you didn’t mix with that crowd.

But you really wanted to be able to skate this morning, so you trudged along the path, setting your skateboard down when you were almost to the park and skating the rest of the way.

At first, you tried to ignore the other person there. You didn’t pay any attention to him or his rather impressive ollie 540, which he landed cleaner than you had ever seen. Okay, maybe you paid a little attention to him. You shook your head and focused back on your own skating, though. Just because he’s a good skater doesn’t mean that you wanted to converse with him.

You attempted your laser flip again, positioning your feet in the right place and executing a frontside shuvit and a heel-flip to lift yourself up in the air. You almost landed it, really. It was so close to being a perfect land.

But instead, that stupid guy from across the skatepark had made eye contact with you at just that moment, flashing a pretty smile at you, causing you to lose focus and trip over the board on your way down.

The guy halted abruptly when he saw you fall and hurried over. He knelt down to make sure you weren’t hurt anywhere and held out his hand for you to grab to help stand up.

You had always been petty and in the moment you felt like it was entirely his fault that you hadn’t landed the laser flip. You brushed his hand away and stood up on your own, brushing off your hands and jeans.

“That’s a shame. Your technique was pretty solid. You could’ve landed it smoothly.” He said, a small smile playing on his lips.

Up close, you could see every detail of his face. His high cheekbones and pointy chin. His smooth skin and piercing dark eyes. He must’ve caught you taking a glance at him because his lips curved upwards into a sweet smile. You could see how perfectly his smile lines appeared on his face and how his lips didn’t quite meet all the way when spread into the heart-fluttering gesture.

“I would’ve landed it if I hadn’t gotten distracted.” You muttered, feeling your ego bruise at embarrassing yourself in front of him, clearly the better skater of the two of you.

He let out an amusement scoff, and got back on his board, calling out a clear, “Try it again!” as he skated a bit away.

You sighed when you realized that he had stopped once he got to the other end and was now sitting on his board, staring intently at you, waiting for you to make the move.

Your plan had originally been to go home after that embarrassing fall, but now that the handsome guy was waiting for you to try to laser flip again, you felt like you had no choice. You took a breath and got back on your board.

You felt nervous that someone was watching you. You had barely even taken skating lessons in your years of skating, learning mostly with your brother, through trial and error, and with YouTube. It certainly didn’t help that the person watching you was someone you found extremely attractive.

But as you bent your knees, and caught his smile from the corner of your eyes, you felt a surge of confidence. You jumped, feeling the adrenaline rush in the pit of your stomach, your skateboard flipped in the air, and you landed cleanly.

You beamed and your eyes immediately went in search of him. He was smiling too, his pearly teeth out on display and his eyes shining with an unmistakable message. He was proud of you. You skated over to him and sat down next to him.

“I’ve been struggling with that for weeks. I didn’t expect to suddenly get it today.” You said with a laugh.

“I guess I’m a good luck charm, then.” He said smoothly, “I’m Changyun by the way.”

“Y/n.”

“Y/n… Can I treat you to coffee?”

“When you tripped, I couldn’t help myself! You almost fell on your face!” You giggled.

Changyun looked offended, “So you would’ve just stood there and laughed at me even if I fell flat on my face?”

“It’s only ‘cause I adore you.” You said quickly, attempting to save yourself from the trap you had put yourself in. You cupped his cheeks with your hands, staring into his eyes until the hurt look in his eyes faded into love.

“Next time you fall off your board, I have the right to laugh, though.” He said quickly. Clearly there was still an ounce of hurt left in him, but you knew how to get rid of it.

“Okay, baby. Sure. Laugh all you want.” You moved one of your hands from his cheek to his shoulder, leaning in until your lips met his soft ones.

Changyun loved to kiss you and he easily melted into it, his lips moving against yours gently. His hands slipped to your waist, pulling you closer to him, and once you broke the kiss to catch your breath, he continued a trail of kissing by your lips and up your cheek until you were giggling from the ticklish feeling and pulling away. You rested your forehead against his, your heart racing in sync with his.

“I think your skateboard ran away from you.” You whispered, eyes glancing behind your boyfriend to where his black skateboard was, indeed, slowly rolling away.

Changyun smiled, on the verge of a laugh, “It always ruins the moment.” He gave one more short kiss to your lips before breaking the close embrace and jogging off to stop his board.

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egg-emperor · 4 months

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Eggy @ Whisper the wolf: "They call you a guardian angel, but how can you be one when you couldn't even protect your stupid teammates. Do you know how loudly they screamed when they died? They screams were loud and exquisite. They died begging in vain for you to help them. Help that never came They begged for mercy, though none was given to them. Some guardian you turned out to be. You let your teammates die in agony"

I'll shamelessly admit to being a total edgelord because stuff like this is my shit lol. I mean come on, it's already fucked that he ordered a mercenary to kill a group of mostly teens with the youngest being 14 and it was a success. I simply just want them to explore the extent of how messed up that is as much as they could because the only limit is the ratings, Eggman himself has absolutely none lmfao

I like to imagine he had cameras all around the base and zoomed in to get the best shots of each member meeting their demise. And he watched very closely with great anticipation and glee, seeing his brilliant Shadow androids that he created close in on and tear them apart! It was like they'd been thrown to hungry pack of wolves, all while the one actual wolf that should've saved them wasn't there to!

And he really enjoys rubbing it in when he's confront Whisper. He tells her how much he enjoyed watching the androids surround her friends and their fear and weak attempts to fight them off as they were outnumbered and closed in them, how he enjoyed hearing them scream and how it was muffled as they were covered by hundreds of androids and the sound eventually stopped when the life left their bodies.

And how he counted each body that fell to make sure they were all there but it was so unfortunate that she was missing, he would've enjoyed adding her to the pile! But hey, now it's her chance to finally join them! And she should want to because she should've been there to save them, they were screaming for her to help and where was she? What kind of guardian would just let them die in such a horrific painful way?

He loves digging into her insecurity and use the blame she already has for herself against her. She's enraged that he'd dare to say such things, especially because he's the one that placed the target on them but at the same time, it brings up all that anger and hatred she has for herself and tears her up inside. He takes pride in the look of anguish on her face and how she trembles and says "Even you know it. You're a failure and disgrace. So how about I reunite you now? >:)"

#dr eggman #eggman #dr robotnik #dr. eggman #my post #asks #death mention #idw sonic

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katsukikitten · 2 years

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Thinking about Raichi missing a penalty during a friendly match and taking his frustrations out on you in the locker room after👀

JO 🥴🥴🥴🥴 Jo lmfao this got long so 😂 it's got a read more. I hope you like it.

Raichi slamming his locker closed and then his fist into the door. Bending it at an angle that now the metal will refuse to open again. Growling as he lets his failure replay in his head as the ball bounces off the side bar and out of bounds. It may have just been a preseason friendly but a failure was still a failure and Raichi didn't claw his way up the pro team rankings just to be a dog shit player.

He sends another hit into the innocent locker door.

Sweat still fresh as it drips from his brow and everyone is quick to leave the locker room least they be the new focus of Raichi's ire.

Kunigami makes his way to the manager's office only finding you, the young assistant. Young for this league anyway, most managers and AMs were old men well past their prime, so to have a woman in the mix really made the men competitive for your attention. He leans against the door jamb, taking the rare opportunity to observe you in peace. Everyone fighting for your attention, your soft and stern praise, it was no wonder the team stood second overall in last seasons J1 league. Standing so cutely in your ladies suit, tight blazer discarded leaving you in a white blouse tucked into form fitting pencil skirt that made everyone swallow thickly.

Just like Kunigami did now, as he wets his lips to speak you beat him to it. Smile blossoming on your face as you look up from your clip board.

"Great goal today Gami!" Such a pretty sound. All he can do is smile before the sound of metal crunching echos in the locker room. You furrow your eyebrows as the tall man sighs.

"Raichi is at it again." Kunigami explains and then he chuckles when he sees your pretty smile quickly turn into a frown at the mention of your least favorite player.

"He'll run up the damn budget again." You hiss to yourself, tossing the clip board onto the desk you were leaning against before you push away to sort that dickhead's shit out, "Thank you Kunigami-kun. I'll see you tomorrow."

Dismissing him and yourself before you slip into the changing area of the locker room. Heels clacking on the cool tile making Raichi's ears perk.

Fuck, of course you'd still be here. Great now he'd have to hear your pretty little mouth berate him, again, everyone else was worth of praise on this damn team even if they didn't fuckin deserve it. Especially that Kunigami who could only make sweaty goals or 90th minute cheese.

Making it by the skin of his fucking teeth but Raichi had to give it to him, a goal was a fuckin goal.

"Raichi." Your voice thick, and if it could the air would frost when you spoke. The platinum blonde hated the way you said his name. As if spitting it onto the ground like an insult and you only did that to him. Drove him mad that he even fuckin cared how your pretty lips formed the syllables of his name and what tone you used.

Unkind, mean, even now as you lecture him. On and on and on. Dressed up like a good little manager even for a meaningless friendly game. Raichi thought it was stupid how you got all done up, the team drooling as you gave the encouraging words before the match. Eyes soft and bright until they landed on him, the two of you had shared a snarl.

He's distracted by the color of your lips, how it compliments your skin and all he can think about his how your lipstick would look making rings around his cock. How the buttons on your expensive blouse threaten to pop open especially so when you cross your arms beneath them, how your heel taps with your agitation. Making you just tall enough he wouldn't have to hunch over to kiss you. Vein thick in his throat and forehead as he hears you bitch and moan when all he wants is for you to

"Shut the fuck up!"

It echos around the room, reverberating off of the tiled walls amplifying his frustrations. Making the tension as obvious as the sweat that drips down the nape of his neck. Hair damp from exertion, jersey and shorts clinging to his tacky skin and in his 23 years of playing soccer Raichi's heart had never raced faster than what it did now.

He cuts you off before you can speak, caging you against warped door of his locker, sadistic sharp smile on his lips.

"Finally." He growls, leaning to get closer into your face, "All you do is yap yap yap like you've got no fucking sense, praising these losers like they're actually somebody."

Raichi drags his thumb across your lip, smearing you lipstick against the rough pad, "But what does little miss bitch give me?"

When you answer him with a snarl he snorts. Hates how much he likes your cute face contorted in such a mean snarl.

And it's all for him. Only him

What other faces could you make just for him?

"A hard time." He presses his hard on into your thigh catching you off guard. Your cheeks heat, face dropping the snarl and taking on shock. You look cute like this, small beneath him. This close you can smell him, smell the sun and the grass that lingers on his skin. His natural salty musk that mixes wonderfully with his sliced deodorant. Smells so good it makes your lower stomach molten.

"Why do you get all dolled up? Not like anyone takes your coachin seriously. They only take your advice cause they like how your ass looks in this damn skirt." He pulls at the fabric, bringing it up your thick thighs and his eye lids become lead when he brings it to your natural waist. Exposing the thong you wore beneath. Hooded as he licks his lips watching the realization wash over you.

"Staring at your fat tits when they should be staring at the board." He pops the straining buttons on your shirt, exposing the tops breasts that spill out over the cups of a lacy nude bra. He palms them in his large hands and when your brows furrow up.

"R-Raichi..." He takes his large hand and overs your mouth, squeezing your cheeks tightly as that crazed haze he gets on the field clouds his eyes.

"I'm not don't talkin, sweetheart." He growls, "But don't worry, you'll have your turn to moan soon."

He lets his hands roam down your sides, grabbing at the fat of your hips and thighs before he takes handfuls of your ass into his thick palms causing you to whimper. Rubbing your thighs in a desperate attempt for relief as this powerful man has his way with you.

"Ya always got some sort of praise for that stupid fuckin carrot top but not a word for me." He makes emphasis of his frustrations by pulling at your nipples through the thin lace of the bra. Watching you arch your back into his touch making a cruel smile form on his lips, "I'm about to make ya wish those pretty lips only ever said kind things about me."

His sharp teeth find the juncture of your throat and shoulder before his fingers slip between your thighs. Groaning against your skin when he feels the wetness of your arousal dampening the fabric covering your pretty mound. Harshly he presses through the fabric to find your fluttering hole and the small squelching that answers him fully awakens the demon in him.

"Wet like a bitch in heat." Thick fingers make quick work of moving the fabric to the side so that he can dive them into your greedy cunt. Angling them to press against that spongy spot as if he knew exactly where yours was. Thrusting his fingers into you so hard you see stars. Knees weakening as the sound of your sloppy pussy lingers in the air. Desperate gasps and moans as you try to steady yourself by digging your manicured nails into his broad shoulders. He presses kisses and nips to your throat, pressing his mouth against yours harshly but it doesn't feel harsh enough even as your teeth gnash with his, tongues sliding over the other.

The coil in your stomach tightens, threatens to snap and just as you're about to clamp down and grind into Raichi's thick digits he pulls them away with a lewd pop. Laughing in your face.

"Did you think I was just gonna let you cum and soak my wrist?" He chuckles again before his voice goes dark, "Ya gotta earn it."

He pulls his match shorts and boxers down, freeing his aching cock and you gasp. Knowing it was big from the not so subtle outline of his white training shorts but seeing it now with the angry red tip leaking pre made your head spin. He pushes your underwear fully to the side as he runs the head of his cock through your wet slit. From your fluttering hole and tapping at your neglected clit just to watch you jolt. Over and over until frustrated tears welled in your eyes.

"Please." It so quiet and surprising that both of your eyes widen before his darken.

"Ya want mean ol Raichi to stuff you? Ya'd liked that wouldn't yea?" You give a small nod and he's crowding your face again, "Then praise me."

"You've got ex-excellent foot work." He chuckles at your weak response. Giving your cheek a playful slap of his fingers soaked in your arousal.

"Not that sweetheart." You're suddenly meek as your mouth opens in a moan when he presses the tip gently into your cunt.

"I-I- you're the best kisser I've ever had Raichi!" You moan his name when he gives another inch. His large hand steadying you by your ribs as your knees give away. He pulls your long leg to wrap around his waist, bullying his way in another inch. He's so large, even just a bit of him stretches you forcefully making your head swim with pleasure.

"The biggest t-too." You feel so stupid for stammering when normally your voice was steady, unwaivering. It had to be when you worked with a bunch of egotistical men that only thought with their cocks. But Raichi must like the praise as he pushes all of himself into you with one swift thrust.

"RAICHI!" The coil snapping suddenly, unexpectedly as you pant to catch your breath.

"That's all it takes to make this angel cunt cream for me huh?" He gives another rut and another loving how your pussy is trying to milk him already. Watching you twitch beneath him as your mascara starts to fall down your cheeks before he sets a rough, unforgiving pace. Fucking into you with reckless abandon and with each pull of your cunt begging for him to stay buried deep inside he forgets he ever fucked up his hat trick in the match.

Mingled breath making the room humid and your skin stick to his. But for once you didn't hate it, didn't hate him as he demanded more praise and rewarded you with a thumb to your clit. Making you see stars as you cried out for him. Banging your head back into the locker door from how hard he makes you cum, toes curling in your red bottom heels.

Screaming his name as he grunted in your ear, thrusts turning sloppy until he groans. Long, loud and deep, a sound you prayed you would remember as hot ropes of white painted your sticky walls.

Would maybe hear again.

Giving a few half hearted thrusts before he's nipping at the lob of your ear whispering the softest of praise.

"That's it, took me so well, such a good girl letting me stuff you full." Gentle kisses on your throat as the two of you cling to the other. He pulls away, silently checking that you're alright before he leans over to press his lips against the bruises he left once more, not bothering to withdraw his spent cock. Which you were thankful for, not ready to give him the contact from the hottest player on the team just yet.

Your eyes unfocus on Raichi's handsome face to a figure just over his shoulder before your eyes go wide.

"Wow, ya gotta fuck the manager assistant in order to get any sort of praise huh?" Kunigami's deep voice sends a shiver down your spine as Raichi adjusts to shield you from the other man's prying eyes.

"Fuck you. She just needed a little relief after having to watch over you losers fumble on the pitch all day." Raichi bites over his shoulder, slowly pulling out and fixing your skirt before he stuffs himself back into his pants. Still keeping you hidden. Kunigami sucks his teeth in agitation.

"Yea, sure." He rolls his eyes, stepping closer until he's looking over Raichi's shoulder to see your beautiful fucked out face before growling in warning.

"But who said you could hog her all to yourself?"

#raichi x reader #bllk x reader #raichi smut #kunigami x reader #kitten writes 🖤🐈‍⬛ 🖋️#kitten writes blue lock

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viralvava · 6 months

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Something about Greylancer and Vlijmen. Maybe Meier too :зс

okay so this turned out WAY longer than expected and is basically just relationship setup teehee... that is to say its 4,030 words so ill put it under a read more lmfao

All told, it was only a short time after Greylancer had resumed his title as Overseer of the Northern Frontier, feared and revered in equal measures throughout all the sectors of the country and the Capital both, that he had once again been made to face an invincible threat to his rule. And at that time, in a manner unlike anything before, such a threat proved too much for even the Noble Greylancer to overcome. That Noble, who had felled armies, battled insurgents by both day and night, who had mercilessly dispatched his equals and had stormed the dreadful moon base of the OSB with hardly a single helping hand… that Noble, Lord Greylancer, had been bested in battle.

There had been a close battle between two men of undeniable similarity. Both peerless fighters of incredible skill, who had once served the will of the Sacred Ancestor and laid nothing less than complete and utter waste to their enemies, most especially the OSB. As blood had smeared both warriors, spilling so long and so heavily that it had even begun to dry and coagulate underneath their boots as they fought, the silver lance had crossed with the obsidian sword. It was the latter that had reigned superior, as had its wielder, that damnable madman who desired to extend his rule over the entire Frontier. Bathed in the red mists of gore and that scarlet stench, Valcua had been akin to a huntsman, and Greylancer had become the wolf in the rifle’s sights. Never prey, but still rendered helpless in the face of something incomprehensibly beyond him.

Of course, there was only so much anyone could have done against the Ultimate Noble. Even a man so powerful as Greylancer would have been incapable of eking out a victory against him. Clad in armour that seemed to be crafted of divine and unknowable materials, his cape and hair dancing in the bloodied air like golden threads, Lawrence Valcua had proved to be an indomitable foe, to what would become Greylancer’s eternal humiliation. Anyone else would have accepted in stride being defeated by such a being as he, once a general of the Sacred Ancestor’s own army, having uncountable casualties beneath his heels.

However, left in such a sorry state that he could barely keep his broken mask affixed to his brow, Greylancer couldn’t help but to seethe. His men and vassals were all slaughtered, down to the last retainer and warrior both. Even the horses had been slain, so intense and unyielding was his opponent’s thirst for blood and killing lust that it had set some of the creatures with heart attacks, while others had been cleaved in twain. The humans under his supervision had too become faceless victims of warfare. Met with the might of Valcua’s enchanted blade, even his own trusted lance had been cut apart like so much paper and tissue. It was like this, unarmed, undefended, and bleeding from unhealed wounds, that Greylancer crawled away from the battlefield, reduced to a struggling bug. Resistance had proven futile, and forever now would his pride and dignity be tarnished – that was how Greylancer felt.

It was this devastating loss that had decided the continuing dominion of the Northern Frontier, and as both a fugitive and a complete and utter failure of an Overseer, Greylancer had been forced to flee, lest his life become one among the millions already taken by Valcua. Not only was this enough of a blow to Greylancer’s character in and of itself, but it was made all the worse by another distinct factor: Greylancer’s Northern Frontier sector had been the first so far to be targeted by Valcua, and then the first to succumb to him. The Capital was built of cowards, most of all being those who made up the privy council, who hadn’t the mettle to interfere with Valcua’s intentions. Furthermore, for reasons unclear, even the army Valcua had once led seemed not to be slighted or at all caring of his sudden betrayal, no matter how many monuments of the Sacred Ancestor the ex-commander turned to ruins.

No matter what the cause of this inaction was, it had left Greylancer and his subordinates to fend for themselves, and while they could be as bitter as they liked towards the weak-willed Nobles in the Capital, it was only expected for the neighbouring Frontier territories to stay out of things. Greylancer had poor relations with every other Overseer, somehow even more strained than he had with their predecessors, and regardless each sector operated with the understanding that they had no dealings in each other's business unless brought directly to the table. Humans were useless in a battle between Nobles, and Valcua’s soldiers seemed to replenish ad infinitum no matter how many of them Greylancer and his allies ran through. Magic, or the sheer charisma of their superior, Greylancer knew not. In the end the results were the same.

Yet. As much of an embarrassment as it was, for him to have fallen first out of all the Frontier and to now be hauling himself through the darkness like a dog, there was one benefit Greylancer could find. He had been the first target, and so far the only one. If he could only make the journey, the near sectors would not yet be under siege, leaving South, East and West to their own devices. Dangerous as they would be for him, practically stripped of all rank and honours, compared to the lands which Valcua now roamed, those otherwise concerning sectors would now become safe havens. It was with this in mind that even now, bereft of everything he’d ever earned, lost, and fought to keep, Greylancer continued on. For any other, all this may have been cause enough to simply accept imminent death.

But it was not only his accolades that made up The Noble Greylancer.

Pure strength of will pushed him forward, even as the numerous injuries afflicted by Valcua’s swordsmanship failed to close or even stop seeping with blood. Under the moonlight, grass was teased by the thin breeze that carried the immutable blackness of hundreds, thousands of deaths tainting the air. Onto the glades dripped blood that ran even darker, blooming like flowers from beneath Greylancer’s flesh. Even though Greylancer was barely clinging to life as he moved achingly slow across the countryside, no monsters dared to accost him, and Valcua’s men didn’t follow. Surely, they assumed his death was inevitable, and had no desire to waste time. Or rather, that was their master’s thoughts.

“Overconfidence will be the bane of him,” Greylancer promised himself in low, lethargic tones, and continued on, clawing himself closer to his destination inch by agonising inch. He would take his territories back from Valcua, the so-called Ultimate Noble, no matter how long it took him. Even if his injuries took decades to heal, even if he had nothing left, even if House Greylancer itself had been truly destroyed and he was nothing but a wraith; his pride as a Noble demanded it. His willpower lent strength to his battered body, in the way only a true warrior could, and so did his intent. Perhaps that, as the certain goal he had in mind was what informed his will to accomplish it, it was the thing driving him on more than any other.

No matter the case, days passed by repeatedly, and sunlight at once shone over him in useless fashion, danger repelled by the incense he had managed to miraculously preserve, and then melted away again, like a transient painting that blotted over with purple night hues. Nothing interfered with his advance, as pathetic and slow as it was, diminishing in vigour every moment when Greylancer’s weakening limbs couldn’t keep up with his racing mind. His pace was unsteady and faltering, not to mention he moved at speeds even a snail might find sluggish. As the beating from Valcua didn’t get better, nor did it get worse, but the strain was disturbingly constant.

The sun glittered over the horizon once more, colouring the sky with warmth and a golden haze, as it announced Greylancer’s arrival in the Western Frontier. As Greylancer had first thought, though now his head was also being burdened by the increasing daze of near unconsciousness, the west was still untouched by Valcua’s ambition. For how long that would be the case was impossible to tell. As Greylancer pulled himself across flat ground in an almost snake-like fashion, if not for how laboured it was, he couldn’t help but to marvel; for someone who had spent untold amounts of time caught in a life-or-death struggle that ended with everything surrounding him in various states of complete annihilation, the formerly unremarkable peace of the Western Frontier seemed as if it could be of another world. Wind coursed painfully through the cuts that pierced his body, but it was wind that had the vibrancy of life still clinging to it, and wasn’t rank with rot. Though Greylancer could hardly stop moving, lest he not start again, it served to reinvigorate him somewhat. But would it be enough to get him where he needed to go?

Since the complete upheaval of not only the Privy Council, but the Overseers, caused almost solely by Greylancer himself, there had been new blood appointed to tame the temporarily lawless sectors. These new Overseers included choices that could only be deemed inexplicable, such as General Gaskell overlooking the south, but more relevant was Count Braujou in the territory Greylancer now attempted to cross. Despite questionable relationships with every new addition, as Greylancer had never been one to uphold political relations anyway, Braujou was known to be unusually reasonable for the sorts of personality the Frontier tended to breed. It was unlikely for him to take advantage of this moment of weakness, very unlike Gaskell, and so it made sense to use the west as an escape. Strangely, though, it didn’t seem like the castle Braujou resided in was where the gutted Noble was heading. Instead, the route he inexorably followed looked to be the direction of someone who’d finally lost his mind, with no articles of any importance existing along the way.

Or, no important articles that were supposed to be existing. For when finally Greylancer’s body could no longer move, shutting down in the face of both its abnormally still-fresh injuries and the incredible strain it had been put under for so long, it was in front of an odd little outpost that he collapsed. Large and imposing, glinting black in the light, it was one of many resting houses the Nobility had constructed in their forced deference to the glowing sun – what humans would call a ‘dark abode’. Usually invisible to human eyes and protected by holograms and illusions, Greylancer’s presence had revealed it in all its glory, in spite of his deathly state. However, a resting house was no form of permanent housing, and any Noble with another option would never stay in one for extended periods of time. Was it simply that Greylancer had hoped to enter before his strength at last waned, and had been hit by a stroke of bad luck? No, that couldn’t be it, for he had moved with an undeniable purpose that couldn’t be from that alone.

And surely enough, when the day inevitably began to fall away, and instead a beautiful hue of pitch-black cast itself over the sky, the stars glittering brightly as if trying to express an omen to anyone who might read them, a figure shrouded in darkness stepped out into the moonlight to receive their guest.

It was three days later that Greylancer awoke. His eyes snapping open, his first action was to cast his gaze over the room; around him, he could see medical equipment littering every wall, in a manner that could almost be called messy. There was the scent of chemicals in the air, the kind a Noble wouldn’t ever need if not for the overwhelming severity of Greylancer’s wounds, and it made the back of his throat itch unpleasantly, tongue knocking heavily against his teeth. His next order of business was an attempt to push himself up, off of what he soon realised was a medical bed, but his body protested so shockingly that he immediately fell back down.

“Curses,” Greylancer muttered, for it was clear that though his gouges and lacerations had been cleaned and dressed, and perhaps doused with antiseptics, they were not at all healed. How phenomenal must the power of the Ultimate Noble be, to leave Greylancer in the same dire straits as a human who had dodged death by only the skin of their teeth? He found himself disturbed to think of it, that his fight may have truly, honestly been unwinnable. A hopeless battle for him… was something he had previously thought impossible.

A polite cough sounded to his left, and Greylancer turned. Having before slipped his notice – and how addled his mind must be to have let that happen – the Noble was now face to face with a most unexpected companion. That was to say, unexpected for anyone else. Greylancer had kept his suspicions close to his chest, but he had carried them from the very beginning, and it was on those suspicions that he had practically bet his life. For the man that sat next to Greylancer’s bedside, doing little but reading a book and flipping the antiquated paper pages with long, white fingers, was none other than the former Overseer of the Western Frontier. The same Overseer, in fact, that Greylancer himself had supposedly impaled with his lance. Though he had his claws sheathed, the Noble that looked at him with bemusement in his gaze was none other than Lord Vlijmen Mayerling.

“The blood?” Greylancer asked, but when Mayerling provided him the answer, he’d already realised it. After all, it was Mayerling who was famed for his mass production of synthetic blood, almost identical to the real thing, and Greylancer hadn’t lingered long enough for the difference to be clear. He had only seen the blood pour from the coffin and then made his own assumptions.

Mayerling’s cherry-red lips curved upwards into a smile. “You look as disgruntled as ever,” he said smoothly, and carefully closed his book, not bothering to mark the page he was on. It was likely that he’d already committed the page number to memory. “Good day, Greylancer.”

“I thought you might be alive,” Greylancer said, not one to return pleasantries, and analysed the other Noble with stormy eyes. When he lifted his hand to his face, he felt his mask still in place, and he could find no cracks or blemishes when he searched for them. It had been perfectly repaired, the metal cool against his fingers. “Was my lance not strong enough for you?”

“It would have been,” Mayerling confessed, “had I actually been inside the coffin. You’ll have to forgive the slight.” He was apologetic, but his words held a certain confidence. That was always the case with him.

“Smart.” Greylancer muttered the word with a begrudging respect, and Mayerling’s smile widened, teeth peeking out between his lips.

The bedridden Noble watched as Mayerling stood up from his chair, brushing himself off and leaving his book on the cushion. Like most everything owned by the Nobility, the chair seemed rather lavish, though Mayerling himself was all but dressed down, wearing only a loose ruffled shirt and high-waisted trousers. There was no reason for him to be wearing anything too formal, Greylancer registered belatedly. He wouldn’t have been expecting a guest.

Obviously, it wasn’t actually the roof he was thinking about. What plagued his mind as he waited on Mayerling’s return was instead a wide consideration of his circumstances. As it stood, Greylancer had been ‘evicted’ from his territories, having lost in battle to the Grand Duke Lawrence Valcua. With a passionate certainty of one thing – Vlijmen Mayerlings continued survival – the Noble had forced himself forward through the pains of his injuries to make it out of the now-hostile Northern Frontier alive. What was it that had made him so sure of what he would find? A genuine confidence that Mayerling had faked his own death, or an intense desperation causing him to delude himself, and then happening to get lucky?

“I’ll get you a drink,” Mayerling offered generously, eschewing direct mention of Greylancer’s inability to get one himself. “You wouldn’t mind…?”

He referred to the synthetics. Greylancer shook his head, both too parched to care and not in any position to argue, and Mayerling slipped out of the room. Greylancer watched him leave, staring for a while at the empty doorway before he remembered himself and instead moved his eyes to the roof above his head.

Even to Greylancer himself, who had thought of all this in the first place, the truth proved to be elusive. Once again, wrath filled his countenance, directing a glare at nothing in particular that seemed so hot and vicious it could burn through even the impenetrable construction of the Nobility. His pride had been an unfortunate casualty of the miniature war waged over his land, and unlike the physical wounds, there was no chance of it healing. Not until Greylancer saw the life bleed out of Valcua’s eyes and reclaimed his position as Overseer, as well as his – as Zeus Macula would have called it – absolute managerial rights.

It was at that point Mayerling returned with two glasses in hand. He held one out to Greylancer, who first sat up before taking it, more careful than he had been earlier. He gulped back the contents of the glass without a word of thanks, more grateful for the sustenance than he was disgusted by the just-off taste. Mayerling was unruffled by Greylancer’s gruffness, and took measured sips of his own beverage, leaving ruby traces where his lips had met the rim of his glass. “If I may, then,” he started without sitting back down, looking Greylancer in the eye, “I’d like to inquire as to your… health.”

Greylancer couldn’t hold back a wry smirk, setting the glass down over his legs. “I was bested in battle,” he said, voice low, “by the Grand Duke Lawrence Valcua.”

Mayerling’s eyes widened.

“Count Braujou?” Greylancer asked, lowering his gaze as he took Mayerling’s forgotten glass instead of asking for his own back. “I didn’t check,” he said flatly, gesturing to himself, and Mayerling couldn’t help a surprised laugh from escaping him. Greylancer didn’t often crack jokes like that.

It was in that position they spoke, Greylancer relating the context of the situation. As he spoke, voice somewhat roughened from disuse, Mayerling’s attention was rapt; at some point, as Greylancer began to touch upon how Valcua had first insurged upon his land and demanded his immediate surrender of the sector, the younger Noble took both their glasses and refilled them with a carafe he’d secreted in with him, and somehow, below Greylancer’s notice, the energy in the room had become comfortable between the two of them. “I question,” Greylancer said, after he’d wrapped up his report of what exactly had happened before Mayerling found him, “that you hadn’t heard of Valcua’s plans.”

“News is slow to reach me,” Mayerling told him, taking a drink from his glass. Greylancer’s glass, actually – Mayerling had picked up the wrong one. Greylancer failed to mention it, though he paid great attention to how Mayerling sipped near where his own lips had been. “As I’m evidently in hiding,” and he was perhaps a bit sarcastic, “I lack the kind of informants I had when I was Overseer. However– has the new Overseer been notified, either?”

“I’m flattered that I was your first choice, then,” Mayerling said mildly, and didn’t realise that Greylancer’s responding blink was an expression of surprise when reminded of his own actions. He hardly knew Mayerling, and had admitted to finding his company disagreeable on more than one occasion. Both men knew that they were only just acquainted, and it was probable that both now found their apparent easy companionship strange. However, aside from the shared thought flickering between their eyes, neither of them brought it up directly. Was it that they didn’t want to break it, this odd but pleasant synergy they had? Greylancer decided it wasn’t important now.

There was no way to tell how much time had passed outside as they talked, as because the two of them were Greater Nobles, the light of day had no real sway over them when not actually exposed to the sun’s rays. Greylancer assumed they must have been locked in discussion for at least some hours now, yet the minutes seemed to have flown by with surpassing speeds.

“Ah,” Mayerling spoke suddenly, sounding concerned, and his brow creased. Reaching out, he took Greylancer’s glass – or his own glass – from him, and balanced both glasses as he picked up the now emptied carafe. “You must be fatigued,” he said, nodding towards Greylancer’s injuries. From what they had both concluded, it was likely the wounds would be healing at a human rate, and no sooner. The handicap chafed, but there was nothing Greylancer could do, and in the very least he was all but guaranteed Mayerling’s gracious hospitality until, and likely even after, he recovered. Much like Mayerling, there was nowhere for him to go that wasn’t this solitary resting house, unless he desired to brave the questioning he would undoubtedly get from Count Braujou as soon as the Noble heard of Greylancer’s presence in his territory.

Especially if information had already reached his ears regarding Valcua’s conquest over the Northern Frontier. If Greylancer had gotten any sort of impression from the man while fending against his blade, it was that he would be the kind of person who loved more than anything to gloat.

Mayerling blinked, but was quick to cover up his surprise. “If that’s what you desire, I would be glad to provide it,” he replied evenly, but his eyes were bright as Greylancer caught his gaze. “For now, though, you should rest. I will come to redress your wounds at another time.”

Not desiring to incur any ill will from Mayerling while relying entirely on his mercies, Greylancer agreed, lying back down on the bed. “I’ll leave you the book,” Mayerling said, almost as an afterthought. “If boredom strikes, feel free to read of it; I’ve finished it many a time already.”

“And your company?” Greylancer blurted, unexpected even to himself.

Still caught off guard by his own slip of the tongue, Greylancer nodded once, then turned his head to stare intensely at the wall to his right. He heard Mayerling shut the door behind him. A minute passed, then two; but Greylancer found himself struggling to parse what had happened, in all its facets. Of course, it was quite simple – he had given Mayerling all the information he could regarding the plans of Lawrence Valcua, as well as an explanation of his disgrace and the subsequent loss of his sector. What vexed Greylancer was the atmosphere that had grown between them so easily, how he had found Mayerling’s company shockingly tolerable despite all their earlier arguments and tenseness around the other. Was it Mayerling's nature as a near-kindred spirit during the incident with the Privy Council that now made Greylancer so open to his presence? Though multiple hypotheticals entered his mind, he failed to find one that he agreed with. They all seemed ever so slightly incorrect, or otherwise not enough to encompass things properly. After a time of continued flummoxing, Greylancer set the matter aside. If he were to stay here for as long as he expected, surely it would come up again, and by then he might have a better answer.

For now, Greylancer grunted, trying not to reopen his stitches – applied by Mayerling’s delicate hand? – or rip his bandages as he moved around the bed and flipped to face Mayerling’s chair. Careful not to bend too much, he reached over and took Mayerling’s book in his hands, skimming over the front cover. Then he cracked it open and began to read.

#vampire hunter d #vhd #the noble greylancer #greylancer #vlijmen mayerling #noble v greylancer #errr teehee :3 #also ignore that i fumbled the lore a bit braujou just moved houses after valcua took the west okay

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diabolikpersonals · 5 months

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kou cl endings!

euphoria end:

ruki, with the use of shin’s super good nose, is chasing kou and yui through the forest. yuma and azusa were left behind to fight ayato and kanato. kouyui reach the church and rest there, and kou talks about how pathetic he feels that he couldn’t protect her enough :’( but yui’s like “nooo! u came to rescue me and you were so cool!”

just when kou is talking about how he can’t stand to fight ruki, who saved him when he was in the orphanage, ruki shows up like “tough shit, we’re fighting anyway.” kou pulls out his sword and ruki asks if he thinks he can win, to which kou replies, “NOPE but I have to try!!!”

during the sword fight, kou can tell ruki isn’t seriously trying to kill him. so he lowers his sword to let ruki strike him, but as he expected, ruki stops right before his sword makes contact. but even though that proves how close he is, it’s still not enough to bring back ruki’s memories. so kou takes drastic measures and gets himself hurt on purpose!!! ;-; and that works! ruki is back!!!

…but it looks like kou is, uh, dying. ruki thinks it’s all his fault. yui is inconsolable. but then ruki’s like, “wait a sec.” and he tastes the blood (lmfao I was so shocked) and then asks yui to taste it too.

I know this sounds like I’m making shit up but you have to believe me. it’s not blood, it’s ketchup. kou fucking pranked them. kou used the ivy to make armor underneath his clothes, so he’s totally fine. yuma taught him how to make that. everybody say thanks, yuma!

(if there was ketchup everywhere, wouldnt it smell like ketchup? like, really strongly? especially to a vampire nose?)

kou and yui kiss in the church, and u might remember that that’s the key to leaving this place, so the world falls apart and we wake up in eden. in the order im playing, kou is only the second one so far to complete socrates’ experiment in the “proper” way, so socrates is like “hell yeah, great job!” then he explains his whole plan as usual. kou’s like “FUCK you, dont EVER do that again” and socrates peaces out. he says he won’t appear again. that’s kinda sad, he’s a great plot device :’)

so everybody goes to their respective homes and stops fighting. the final scene is kou and yui deciding they’d be late for school so they can cuddle on the couch some more. yui prays these days will last forever.

it would’ve been really nice to get a mukami family reunion scene…!! but I guess we dont always get what we want, do we? lol

labyrinth end:

…kou can’t fight ruki :( he drops his sword instead. he apologizes over and over, because this means giving up yui, but yui tells him he’s done nothing wrong.

so kou and yui are taken and locked up separately. ruki tortures kou for several days, trying to get kou to give him info on how to become the overlord. eventually, shin comes to check on yui (who isnt eating) and to tell her that kou died. tortured to death! yui’s like “but he’s a vampire!” and shin’s like “vampires can TOTALLY die from that.” but yknow, he’s lying, as shin tends to do

well, yui fell for the lie, and shin just so happened to leave her alone with the knife that came with her dinner. shin is a fucking idiot. yui kills herself like immediately. was it worth the stupid joke, shin?? did u have fun??? everybody’s gonna yell at him later, I just know it.

everybody (kou included, cuz he’s NOT DEAD) is in eden. kou wakes up and sees his gf bleeding from her neck. she wont open her eyes.

karl heinz shows up and explains what happened. kou says that he’d rather stay trapped in that fake dimension if it means being able to see yui again, and he begs karl heinz to make that happen. karl heinz is like “okay sure” and he sends kou back in to live with a fake yui forever. this experiment was a failure, but for now, he’ll let adam dream.

so kou lives forever and ever with fake yui. he doesnt care if it’s a dream or an illusion or whatever, he just wants to drown in it </3

#text #cl kou

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ifyoucandaniel · 1 year

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Crimson Rivers as Reputation Songs

hi ive decided that taylor wrote reputation for Crimson Rivers and I'm sure you've all had the same thought, but i wanted to write down all the little ways i see them in the album and my interpretation!!!! soe spoilers for CR ahead so be warned! @mayzarbewithyou

…Ready for it?

jegulus!!!

“In the middle of the night in my dreams / you should see the things we do, baby / In the middle of the night in my dreams / I know I’m gonna be with you / so I take my time”

very regulus to james !! dirty scandalous man hehe

regulus talking quietly to James when they’re alone and not being watched and he opens up and tells james the things he dreams about for them

I see how this is gon' go / Touch me and you'll never be alone / Island breeze and lights down low / No one has to know

regulus at the beginning of the fic when he was in his parting gift era

"no one has to know"

Obviously the “baby let the games begin” is very Crimson Rivers of her!!

“I see how this is gonna go"

Regulus seeing the ending before it can even begin and never letting himself just want and have until be finally does

“Knew I was a robber / first time that he saw me / stealing hearts and running off never saying sorry”

WHEN THEY WERE LIKE “ stole your heart, did I?” “Return it to me will you?” “No I think ill hold onto it for a bit more�� IDK if that’s word for word but off the top of my head that’s what I remember and ??? That’s so them im???

“Every lover known in comparison is a failure” regulus after exactly one night and thinking Barty wasn’t as good as James LMFAO

End game

This one is also jegulus I’ve decided

“Big reputation / you and me we got some big reputations / and you heard about me / I got some big enemies / big reputation / you and me we’d be a big conversation”

This is so them before their games!!! Like there isn’t a single person who doesn’t know their names and if they were in love??? They’d be a big conversation indeed

“I don't wanna touch you / I don’t wanna be / Just anther ex-love you don’t wanna see / I don't wanna miss you / Like the other girls do / I don't wanna hurt you / I wanna be your end game”

This is so James to reg. Like he wanted him to love him so badddd he just wanted to be reg’s endgame!!! He didn’t want them to be something only to be nothing to him later :(

“Knew her when I was young / Reconnected when we were little bit older / I Did Something Bad”

Them growing up and being in love so close yet so far and then when they’re older falling in love fr this time??? Yeah this is so them

Don’t Blame Me

dorlenes ANTHEM

“For you, I would cross the line / I would waste my time / I would lose my mind / they say she’s gone too far this time / Don’t blame me love made me crazy”

You’re going to look at me and tell me this ISNT Dorcas meadows starting a WAR to save Marlene ???

“Lord save me my drug is my baby”

Dorcas literally on her KNEES doing whatever she can to save Marlene oh my god they’re so in love they invented love

“And baby for you / I would fall from grace / just to touch your face / if you walk away I’ll beg you on my knees to stay”

This is it. This IS their song it belongs to them and them alone I don’t care

Like dorcas went against both riddle and Dumbledore for Marlene. She made her own side and went against the person she’s been fighting for for years for the love of her life

This whole song is just so them!!! I love a woman on a mission <3

Delicate

Lilymary!!!!! Also wolfstar, but lilymary!!!

“This ain't for the best / My reputation's never been worse, so / You must like me for me / Yeah, I want you / We can't make any promises / Now can we, babe? / But you can make me a drink / Is it cool that I said all that? / Is it chill that you're in my head? / ‘Cause I know that it's delicate “

The first part is so remus to Sirius because he met him at his lowest point and still fell in love. they are the definition of love. Look up love in the dictionary and its them

Then lily <3 she was always so afraid of love and what it can do and how It can rip you apart, but she knows what she has with Mary is so so so special and she wants to treat them with so much love and care!! They have a delicate beautiful thing that she’s holding so gently!!

“Just think of the fun things we could do / ‘Cause I like you”

When lily only wanted a fun time with Mary at first and wasn’t ready for anything else, but then going from that to just “it cool that I said all that? / Is it chill that you're in my head? / ‘Cause I know that it's delicate”

Yeah just them being so lovely and treating what they have with so much love and care

Also very remus and Sirius learning to trust and tentative touches and gentle kisses and washing dishes together and !!!

Just delicate things

Look What You Made Me Do

this could go either way and a little bit of both between dumbledore and riddle.

But either way it’s directed at Dorcas.

Dorcas finding out the things dumbledore has done to ensure he wins this war HE started

“I don’t like your little games / the role you made me play of the fool / no I don’t like you / I don’t like your perfect crime / how you laugh when you lie / you said the gun was mine / isn’t cool / no I don’t like you”

Like we can all agree this is Dorcas @ dumbledore right? Okay cool

“But I got smarter I got harder in the nick of time/ honey I rose up from the dead I do it all the time/ I got a list of names and yours is in red underlined”

DORCAS MF MEADOWS BABYYYYY she’s so cool wtf I want to be her and be with her I just need her

“Oh look what you made me do” riddle bc he fucking sucks

But also Dumbledore when he made Gideon and fabion take the fall for dorcas

And dorcas when she started a war because neither side was doing anything so she took things into her own hands.

Dorcas looking at Dumbledore and saying “look what you made me do” is so powerful!

Dorcas is a badass mf put some respect on her name I want to kiss the back of her hand so bad

Getaway Car

this is one of my favorites off the album and it is very much dumbledore and grindelweld. (unfortunately? idk bc zar did so amazing fleshing or their backstory that its fascinating and i dont like them as people, but their characters are fascinating and the PARALLELS mmmm so good)

“It was the best of times, the worst of crimes / I struck a match and blew your mind / But I didn't mean it, and you didn't see it / The ties were black, the lies were white”

Albus falling in love during the worst time of his life (best of times worst of times)

Grindelweld not seeing albus’ betrayal coming or maybe he did but the lies were white

"X" marks the spot where we fell apart / He poisoned the well, I was lyin' to myself / I knew it from the first Old Fashioned, we were cursed / We never had a shotgun shot in the dark”

He poisoned the well I was lying to myself- albus when grindelweld betrayed him and killed Ariana, he was lying to himself thinking grindelweld wasn’t the man he was and that he wouldn’t do anything to get him back

You were drivin' the getaway car / We were flyin', but we'd never get far / Don't pretend it's such a mystery / Think about the place where you first met me / Ridin' in a getaway car / There were sirens in the beat of your heart / Should've known I'd be the first to leave / Think about the place where you first met me

This part belongs to the moment when dumbledore finally kills him.

Don’t pretend it’s such a mystery, think back to the moment you first met me- they were never going to have a happy ending and grindelweld should have seen it coming, they met during the hunger games where he was putting him and his sister in an arena to fight for their lives. They could never exist like they wanted to.

“Until I switched to the other side, to the other side / It's no surprise I turned you in / 'Cause us traitors never win”

Albus turning on the man he loved, betraying him and killing him, but never winning.

“It’s no surprise I turned you in”

Just thinking about dumbledore killing him and saying “don’t pretend it’s such a mystery” as if he would ever do anything less to avenge his sister, even to the man he loved.

Gorgeous

Regulus through and through

This song is literally his internal thoughts about James 24/7

reg wrote this song about James I know bc he showed me his sad boy poetry and this was in there

“You should take it as a compliment / That I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk / You should think about the consequence / Of your magnetic field being a little too strong / you’re so cool it makes me hate you so much”

Liiiiike? Regulus coded. Taylor knows CR reg personally and wrote this for him

Him making fun of James because otherwise hell just talk ab how pretty he is and how in love he is

You're so gorgeous / I can't say anything to your face / ‘Cause look at your face / And I'm so furious / At you for making me feel this way / But, what can I say? / You're gorgeous”

ITS SO REGULUS.

Like come onnnnnn he can’t even look James in the eye most of the time bc every time he does he’s just a deer in the headlights

James is so pretty im in love with him

Regulus get in line I wanna kiss James face so bad

“You should take it as a compliment / That I'm talking to everyone here but you / And you should think about the consequence / Of you touching my hand in the darkened room / ‘cus you’re so gorgeous it actually hurts”

God this is so regulus idk what more I can say

“Ocean blue eyes looking in mine / I feel like I might sink and drown and die”

I know James eyes aren’t blue, but the comparison to regulus drowning in them is too good

“You make me so happy, it turns back to sad, yeah / There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have / You are so gorgeous it makes me so mad”

UUUUUUUUGH they’re so lovely im clawing at the wall I want what they have ugh ugh ugh

Dress

this is both wolfstar AND dorlene

“Secret moments in a crowded room / but they don’t know about me and you / there is an indentation in the shape of you / make your mark on me”

This is so CR wolfstar Zar might as well have written the song himself.

Secret moments in a crowded room but they don’t know about me and you??? You’re joking. Like it’s so them😭 Remus at parties as a server while Sirius is siting with sponsors like 3 feet away with hickies he left the night before?? Yeah

“Say my name and everything just stops / I don’t want you like a best friend / only bought this dress so you could take it off”

DORLENE DORLENE DORLENE

LITERALLY THEM. When they tried to be friends but Dorcas wanted so much more! Them being in love and being friends never being enough!

When Marlene asked Dorcas to take her dress off!!! God I love them so much oh my god

“Everyone thinks that they know us / but they know nothing about / all of this silence and patience / pining and anticipation/ my hands are shaking from holding back from you”

WOLFSTAR <3 I love them so much. When the hallows think they have Sirius and Remus all figured out and put in their little boxes, the boy who give out sexual favors for sponsors and the servant to the hallow, but they know nothing about them

When they’re around the hallows and have to hold back from each other but all they want is to be in each other’s arms😭

Also dorlene!!! Again everyone thinking they know Dorcas and Marlene and they have them in their little boxes, but Marlene would never be the girl they wanted or thought she was and Dorcas was literally undercover for a war.

The pining and anticipation / my hands are shaking from holding back from you !!!! Dorcas and Marlene!!!! They’re so in love oh my god I love them sm

“Flashback when you first met me / your buzz cut and my hair bleached / even in my worst times / you could see the best of me / flashback to my mistakes / my rebounds my earthquakes / even in my worst lies / you saw the truth in me”

This is so wolfstar and dorlene. Flashback to my worst times- Sirius knowing Remus saw both his games and has seen him at his worst and Remus thinking about grayback but even then Remus saw the best in Sirius and neither love the other less for their lows

Flashback to my mistakes- Marlene finding out about lily and despite not being together still hurting because it hurts! They’re so heartbreaking and I just love them so much

Call It What You Want

THIS IS CR WOLFSTARS SONG I DONT CARE THIS IS IT

“I brought a knife to a gun fight / they took the crown but it’s alright”

Sirius winning his games but never actually winning

“My baby’s fit like a daydream / walking with his head down / I’m the one he’s walking to / so call it what you want”

Remus walking with his head down bc he’s a servant but he’s always walking to Sirius!

Sirius thinking Remus is so fit all the time and basically drooling nonstop- me too babe, me too

“My baby’s fly like a jet stream high above the whole thing / loves me like I’m brand new”

Remus never paying attention to rumors and loving Sirius for him and nothing else, loving him like he’s all new and never been tainted by the hallows or the games

“All my flowers grew back as thorns / he built a fire just to keep me warm / all the drama queens taking swings / all the jokers dressing up as kings / they fade to nothing when I look at him”

Sirius feeling like after the games he only destroyed things and like he grew thorns and ruins everything he touches, but Remus showing him he’s loved???

All the hallows trying to get their hands on him and sink their claws in but he only has eyes for Remus (specifically that one scene when Remus is working at the party and all the hallows are throwing themselves at Sirius but as soon as he sees Remus his eyes follow him all night and yeah them)

“ I’m laughing with my lover / making forts under covers / trust him like a brother / yeah you know I did one thing right / starry eyes sparking up my darkest nights”

It’s literally them. That’s all. It’s them building trust and loving each other and laughing together and being in love.

“I want to wear his initial on a chain ‘round my neck / not because he owns me / but because he really knows me / which is more than they can say”

No you’re not listening. This is literally cr wolfstar

NOT BECAUSE HE OWNS ME BUT BECAUSE HE REALLY KNOWS ME

Remus is the only person aside from his friends who can say they KNOW Sirius because Sirius let’s him know him. He KNOWS Sirius. All the hallows who want to own Sirius and to make him THEIRS don’t get it. Sirius could never be theirs because they don’t know him and they never will. Sirius wants to belong to Remus because it’s his choice! He wants to belong to the man he’s built trust with and who KNKWS him. Oh my god they make me SICK. They’re so perfect

“Would you run away with me?” Sirius to Remus all the time pls pls pls I love them

anyways I have to go do some work so this is all i have but i just love these characters so much and !!!!!

#sirius black #remus lupin #marlene mckinnon #mary mcdonald #james potter #regulus black #dorcas meadowes #lily evans #aberforth dumbledore #ariana dumbledore #albus dumbledore #crimson rivers #jegulus #wolfstar #dorlene #marylily #zeppazariel #marauders #the marauders

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mirageofficial · 10 months

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✿﹒⤷﹒🧸﹒ EUNAE'S LIVESTREAMS ﹒

( headcanon )

just like ateez, mirage goes live on youtube!

much like her brother when he goes live himself, she rambles on about whatever it is that they’ve been up to

the jeon siblings are incredibly close, they spent a lot of time together throughout their lives—eunae moving to korea to support jihun is the product of it

although...eunae likes to tease her older brother and share funny stories (or, at least SHE finds them funny…typical sibling bantering basically)

talks all about how he tries very hard to be that overprotective & scary big brother type, but he’s so soft n sweet that he’s practically just a big teddy bear like her

her most recent episode of "exposing her dorky big brother," was this week’s livestream, her first solo stream since tour ended

gossiped about how at the seoul show, both jihun and her boyfriend (of only about a few months at the time) were present—naturally, it was the first time they were introduced to each other

jihun tried to play it off as being overprotective but his own members (cough cough marley cough cough) called him out for being a bad actor…right in front of jeonghan

"so…moral of the story…promise, isn’t my brother great at first impressions? marley is a fantastic wingwoman, gotta give her props for her hard work…"

IN SHORT, EUNAE IS A SWEETHEART BUT SHE HAS RECEIPTS…AND WILL SHARE ALL THE GOSSIP WITH HER FANS

just like she gives daily song recommendations on bubble, she does the same when she's live!

at some point, nako will insert herself into the livestream

one way or another, she will FIND. A. WAY.

whether it be a phone call, barging into the room, or yelling from the other side of the dorm

but it’s okay because that’s eunae’s bestie & nobody tolerates nako like she does

nako once pranked eunae while she was live during rebirth promotions. she hid behind eunae’s curtains for like half an hour into the stream & jumpscared her so bad that she fell out of her chair

now eunae doesn’t go live if there’s curtains behind her lmfao the poor girl was swearing in both english & korean just from pure shock—the staff had to mute her 😭

nako was also banned from pranking the members on livestreams after that, much to her dismay lol

if her mom or dad calls her while she’s on live, eunae always answers and asks for them to greet everyone

gushes (and i mean GUSHES) about her boyfriend, never drops jeonghan’s name for the sake of privacy but simply mentions that she’s seeing someone…does not care if people hate her for it honestly lmao she just wants to tease her fans a little and be candid about what her life is really like as an idol

talks so much about him & what they’ve been doing together that fans even ask for updates it’s so cute…and they don’t even know WHO he is either

"ah…no, i can’t show you this picture of our recent date, but i can tell you about what we did!"

talks about the books she’s reading recently & reviews them in english

ALWAYS blushes when she gets comments about how pretty, fancy, or beautiful her english accent sounds…she’s also a wreck when someone comments that her accent suits her better than when she speaks korean

rarely does her lives in english, instead she has small segments where she does or announces if they’re going to be fully in english

a BIG romcom and fantasy romance enthusiast…gossips about kdramas like you’re her best friend fr!

ask her about whatever it is that lee dongwook did and she probably knows lol she LOVES that man and has seen all of his acting projects

talks about her time while performing in musicals a lot as well! shares the shows she was in + her roles, also shares all of her stories of successes & failures as a (very short-lived) musical theater actress!

overall? eunae makes it feel like you’re on facetime with her as an old friend, there’s always a warm and fuzzy feeling when you get that notification that she’s live!

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sapphire-weapon · 9 months

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Hey, I'm just curious about what you said sbout Aeon fans being the minority in fandom. I'm surprised, is that true? I thought it'd be extremely popular (though I can't comprehend why lmfao), because I can rarely find Leon-free Ada content, which absolutely sucks. Imo he ruins her and any potential she has as a character. I like them both, but Jesus, does Ada ever get to be her own thing? Like ever? I'm constantly mad about it, because of the sheer misogyny. Ada can only really be saved with a half-decent narrative if the remakes decanonise it. *shrugs*

Anyway, that's besides the point. Is Aeon not actually that popular?

it's absolutely true. all you have to do is look at engagement on posts and tweets and the frequency of fics being posted/updated on AO3, and you'll find that Aeon is outclassed by M/M ships like Serennedy and Chreon by a wide margin. it's not even close.

even back in the day, Aeon was never the #1 ship in fandom. Chris/Wesker held that title for years and years and years.

and before slash was acceptable to enjoy openly in this fandom (survival horror fandoms in general were very homophobic for a very long time), Aeon and Cleon were basically dead even ties, and Valenfield was right on their heels.

Aeon has literally never been the majority in a way that actually matters. they're just the loudest, most annoying ones in the room who like to break things and piss on the walls and then wonder why Daddy Capcom doesn't let them have nice things anymore.

Aeon almost killed Resident Evil. like, actually and literally. the Aeon aspect of RE6 pissed off Leon stans so much that Ada may never make another return in modern-day canon (and, in fact, seems to have been silently phased out completely and had her role replaced by Rebecca), and we haven't even seen Leon return to a game since then, outside of the Remakes.

the reaction to RE6 almost killed RE as a franchise -- and while RE6 had far more things wrong with it than just its Aeon aspects, "they fucked up Leon's character" was always the #1 biggest complaint I saw about it (outside of "lol Chris's campaign is trying so hard to be Call of Duty"). like, RE6 was so much of a failure that we got robbed of a fucking Leon&Sherry game that was in the works as RE7, because Capcom had to hang up Leon's character for a bit because they were so scared of pissing off his fans for a second time.

they soft-rebooted the entire series over this.

people really need to start bringing that up any time some Aeon dipshit wants to try to act up. YOUR SHIP WAS ONE OF THE CONTRIBUTING FACTORS OF GRIEVANCES THAT ALMOST TANKED THE FRANCHISE. you don't get to act superior. you get to go sit in the corner and shut the fuck up.

goddamn.

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What are some of your characters negative traits? Idk if you’d want to answer that, but I think it adds so much depth to the characters and makes them more fleshed out

ooOOO YES INTRIGUING so I'll just do a few of the more notable/ harder to catch ones bc yall already know mfs like Zortzi are nothing but negative traits lmfao and also a majority of these are worked on/ addressed as the comic will go on so:

Ollie is a lot harsher on Remy than the rest of the squad, mainly because he raised him a good bit, they're related, and Ollie always had to be Remy's keeper but as they get older it gets a little more complex and low key genuinely affects Remy at times and is a contributor to What Eventually Happens in the comic. It's a mixture between Ollie's "you were raised better than that and know better" mindset and his set expectations on Remy that he subconsciously harbors so he can get a little ruthless when it comes to Remy. Ollie also dealt with expectation issues when it came to Ponti first joining the squad. Ollie would deliberately keep him at arms length in expectation that he would turn on them so he kept a guard up that blinded him of any genuine effort Ponti made to be a better person because it wasn't good enough for Ollie. Despite Ponti actually making an effort to change for the better, Ollie never acknowledged the efforts or dismissed them in the name of "he's just pretending to be good so he can turn on us" and also just his relentless push of "that's not a good enough deed to make up for what you've done". Perhaps he deliberately held such impossible expectations for Ponti out of bitterness and spite because he knew Ponti wouldn't be able to meet them and fail so Ollie could have a sense of I Knew It whenever he did fail and to have a good reason to kick him out -to make Ponti become frustrated and to feel defeated as a way to take his anger and resentment out on him and to “ pay” for what he did. It was only when Ollie realized his mindsets he had for Ponti were setting both of them up for failure and decided that Ponti’s own personal redemption wasn’t based on his own expectations. They were finally able to open up to each other and connect when Ollie was like “ It is not up to me to measure you’re own personal growth, that is for only you to decide. I can only be there for you and try to help you throughout your change”. When Ollie saw Ponti in a different light of someone who is genuinely trying to right his wrongs in any way possible rather than a rat who still had evil intentions, he was able to be sympathetic and softer towards him. Which surprise! Was actually very fruitful for both of them. Ollie is (mainly subconsciously) resentful toward his mother for how he had to leave their tribe and how she couldn’t come with them and Ollie ending up living with Remy’s mom which caused a bunch of problems but yeah he never really addresses it to himself or even realizes but boi it’s there now imma stop on him cause i gotta talk abt other OCs but lORD hes got a lot

Remy is very judgmental and tends to be a hypocrite in most cases. It’s dangerously easy for him to catch onto something he doesn’t like about someone and to let it fester in him until he full on dislikes said person hence why he can be so snarky with literally everyone. He can shut down easily and it’s difficult to get him out of his sulky funk which can make him tedious to hang out with sometimes (at least he thinks so, and referring to Ollie’s section im sure Ollie has gotten fed up with it and said some things he didn’t mean sometimes) He’s also deliberately mean and keeps people at a distance as a defense mechanism to prevent anyone from getting too close to him since he’s cripplingly terrified of vulnerability and getting attached to anyone and anything due to his childhood. From never really being included in the tribe in the first place and spending most of his days in a chicken coop ( when Ollie wasn’t dragging him out to explore or hunt) to the way they had to abruptly leave everyone and everything behind, he is left with a mentality that he is better off alone to keep from ‘feeling too much’ so in his mind if he’s mean to everyone they wont want to get to know him therefore ensuring his emotional safety. luckily Oscar is too stupid to get it :’) Im sure when Ollie got Remy his chicken for his bday Remy instinctively got mad at him bc he Really didn’t want to get attached to Caramel but spoiler alert he’s obsessed with them chickens now

Kari is very socially skittish as in she needs a lot of reassurance if she’s invited anywhere. If she so much as picks up on any subtle body language or tone that someone might potentially not want her to come with she will not go at all and if she’s at an event and she gets the slightest impression that nobody really wants her there she will up and leave as well. Even if there is no actual indication that somebody doesn’t want her there and everyone is really just vibing she’ll still leave over the assumption. With the squad she’s mostly gotten over that habit but even then there may be some times where someone in the squad doesn’t sound as enthusiastic as they normally do and she will instantly jump to “o they’d rather me jump in the ocean with 1 ton of weights than hang out with me another second :’3c” she is also terrified of confrontation so you’ll never really know when she’s gone or not. I’m sure she unknowingly stood Ollie up a couple times when they first started hanging out bc he’s so naturally monotone she probably assumed he thought she was annoying as hell sOOO many times 😭 but in reality Ollie would be big sad and alone waitin for her. Now if they were to meet up he will go to her house(or his house since she p much lives there mostly) and be with her a lil bit while she gets ready so she doesn’t have to deal with the anxiety of meeting up but it’s still difficult to keep her around at events and hangouts due to her Backstory™

Abio likes to know just about everything for knowledge sake but that also drives to him to be nosey at times and can stunt himself from overthinking in most cases. He may go down some rabbit holes bc he Has To Know for instance when he and Ponti were first getting acquainted, Abio could not understand why Ponti behaved the way he did and low key wanted to know more about his backstory. He wasn’t going to outright ask about it of course but it was a nagging thought and when Wig inevitably was introduced to Abby, having the utmost knowledge about Ponti’s life, Abby’s curiosity got the best of him and he found out Way Too Much about Ponti than he was ready to handle which caused them to have a little distant era since Abby was terrified of Ponti for a good while after that. That being said Abby intruded on Ponti’s life against his knowing which resulted in Ponti having to bring up parts of his life that he definitely was not ready to tell Abby yet. Also the whole thing with Abby trying to write down eeeverything he learns about skateboarding so much so that he ends up getting stuck and freezes up when he’s actually trying to skateboard bc he’s trying to remember everything he’s written down plUS with his eye powers and his ability to get into someones head, he has gone down some mental roads that he definitely should not have solely because he wants to know more. It’s like trying to play minecraft “for 10 minutes” and accidentally playing for 3 hours bc of all the rabbit trails that’s how it is for Abby when he’s in someones brain like im sure he’s Literally traumatized from the memories that he accidentally saw while in Ponti’s head so it took him a great amount of self control to be able to get in someones head and not wander

AIGHT thats all the ones ill do to keep it from getting too long idk if theres any specific character lemme know 😭

#i would go into ponti too but i feel like his is just so obvious lmfao plus i already went into his backstory #imma nap tho peace #then imma hang with bf after but AFTER THAT i should still be awake enough to draw the goretuber #so expect the goretober like late af ig lmfao #ollie #kari #abio #remy

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