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So, someone has requested - double dog dared me in fact - to show the world of tumblr my post in which I show you my red string cork board which connects all of the deities, entities, literally anything from the general Minecraft fandom. - This uses things from WitchCraft SMP, Evolution SMP, to the Paranormal Order Universe (Despite it not actually being properly in this ‘genre’, but there were some things I could not ignore, so I wanted to put those in - it’s mainly used as themes (plus I think it’s a cool concept)), so do be warned about the variety of things. Plus, sorry if some of this seems strangely paced, I got distracted multiple times throughout writing this.
I firstly want to discuss the types of entities that exist in the world - and what different beings fit under what different categories. Secondly, the varieties of these entities, and finally tying up loose ends + any finishing notes that didn’t fit into the other sections.
Welcome to a hell of a lot of Worldbuilding around all the concepts we have been given.
Firstly, we will be talking about how I classify the different types of abilities/powers. The easiest way to do this is with the use of the Paranormal Order Entities. So; Blood, Death, Energy, Knowledge (and Fear - Although no one can have this as an entity).
The way that I think of these is that these are an amalgamation of all the abilities of every entity that falls under the umbrella, and the worship of these beings. This is dubiously correct? I did some looking into it, I swear. But I’ve been writing for like a while now so I’m forgetting things.
Firstly, in the Wiki, it states that the God of Death takes many different forms and can be in many different places at one. This certainly reflects the narrative of how there’s a Death God in both Hermitcraft - Zedaph (Technically) and in QSMP(Kristen), and in the Philza Hardcore Worlds(Kristen again).
So, this is where I go into the WitchcraftSMP lore. There were multiple different magic types. - Illusionistic, Earth, Death, Time, Nature, Fire, Ice, Storm - Now whilst most of these are nature or element based, and a pretty good basis to look at for what the different types of magic their are in the world, with Gem from Empires having Fire, Dapper from QSMP having Death magic.
However, the gods, as I have stated, I believe are more predominantly based around the other Four powers - at least the more powerful ones.
That was a mess. I didn’t really know how to properly form my thoughts on this bit.
There are quite a lot of different species/beings in the Minecraft youtuber universe, and I will be attempting to file them all under (hopefully) five different things - In order of hierarchy.
Secondly, there are Gods/ God-like entities. This covers gods, demi-gods, Watchers, and anything else I think of while writing this :D. - Examples of this include Philza’s Hardcore Demi-gods (I’m pretty sure they’re demi-gods, I checked.), the Goddess Santa Perla from Empires SMP Season 2, the Goddess Mine from the QSMP, Bdouble0100 the Sun God of Empires Season 2. These are entities that either have full domain over their thing, whatever that is (aka. in that world they are the only being that controls their special ability fully, whatever it is.)
These Entities are not capable of fully dying either, or it being a near-impossible task, depending on how powerful they are and whether they’re a demi or full god. The other thing that can define a being as a god is whether they can create a world on their own or not. For example, the Watchers are able to create the life series on their own - making them god-like beings.
(I would like to say a quick note here about the Listeners. I don’t know that much about them, I swear I looked into them but I forgot almost as soon as I did. So I sort of see them more as a movement of sorts, a conglomeration of ex-watchers - thank you fanon for that influence - and of players that are aware of what the watchers are and wish to help against them. So, an ex-god would not be able to create a stable world, and would make a sort of mess. I saw a couple of people suggest that Real Life was created by the Listeners, and I really liked that idea - it helps paint a line between the powers of a Watcher and a Listener, a God and an Ex-God) - Gosh that was a long side tangent.
The second rank in the hierarchy are angels and demons, which there are actually a surprising amount of. I still don’t know exactly how their power structures work, but I think that it’s safe to assume that if you’re born an angel or a demon you’re more powerful than if you were turned into one. (However if you turned from an angel to a demon then you’d probably have the same amount of power as the og demons. - thanks Bad for that scenario) On servers some examples of this might be - Xornoth from EmpiresSMP Season 1 and Witchcraft SMP (Like a second cameo, but I loved that series.), Tina from QSMP. We don’t actually know much about demons, less so about angels, but I put them here because I wasn’t sure about it. If anyone wants to correct me on any of this btw, please do, that would be very much appreciated, or add on your own bits. This is mainly an ideas dump that I bravely attempted to organise. ANYWAY. The reason I mentioned not really knowing where to put these is because I’m now coming to the realisation that there is overlap with the next category, but I already went over this paragraph many times so screw it.
Third rank is what I call Prophets and Chosen. Now, a Prophet example could be anyone who carries the message of their Being/Entity(s) - Cellbit might count for this due to the way that he helps introduce people to the elements after he made the rooms on QSMP. However, a Chosen is anyone that is gifted powers from an angel, devil, god, demi-god, or watcher. Basically anything higher above this hierarchy. (The confusion here is with Phil. He’s the Angel of Death. Kristen is a god, and he is used as her vessel + is gifted powers by her apparently - but still calls himself an angel. So thank you for ruining my perfectly organised system /j) Now, these are the most common out of all the categories, they get more common as they go down, just like in any typical power structure. For examples, we have - Scott, Empires Season 1, Chosen Warrior of Aeor. Martyn, Limited Life, Vessel of the Watchers. Mike, QSMP, Vessel of Mine - (Yes I keep on using it but I think it’s cute and I already did something a bit ago about Phil and his stuff). Now, if you know these well, it will be immediately obvious that some of these are more parasitical than others. So, when I say Chosen, it doesn’t exactly have to mean that the two people in the link chose each other - just that the higher up one did. (Insert a majority of possession arcs into this box)
The last two I’m going to wrap up into a single one, as they’re pretty simple. Players and Mobs. Players are just any person, although a person can be a mob. Player - Mob hybrids are definitely a thing. This is the mortal box that the higher entities don’t really care about as much.
The End! - Thanks for reading!!! If you have anything you want me to talk about more from this or anything, since it kinda sucks, It’s not quite as good as I wanted it to be. But I hope you will be able to at least understand it a bit :D !
My next plan is to write something about the life series and how it’s linked into certain other things. Nhooooom. I forgot how to write the word write here at the end, so I need to stop poking this. Again, thanks for reading!!
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for the last 6 years ever since the legend of korra series finale aired in which Bryke chastised the audience for watching the show thru “hetero lenses” I have exclusively lived my life and consumed media thru HOMO lenses (has nothing to do with the fact I am gay and enjoy queer media analysis 👀). So, here’s a ranking of the st4 characters according to how difficult it was for me to analyze them thru these “hetero lenses”:
1. Max & Lucas - not at all difficult
These two are the easiest for me to read as not gay. Obviously being in a m/f relationship does not negate queerness altogether but for the sake of mainstream media as big as stranger things, it all but does. I -1/10 relate to them which is how I know, they are hetero, and it takes no effort for me to believe it. I used to read max as queer I guess due to her tomboy attitude but after seeing her in Taylor swift atw video I cannot unsee her as straight idk why this is just my brain
2. Dustin - not at all difficult
Dustin is a straight boy. He could possibly be hc as ace or demi if I think about it, but it takes more effort for me to think about a queer hc than accepting him as straight which is why he ranks this high up. I love 1 (one) straight boy
3. Jonathan - not very difficult
Jargyle is awesome and I love it. But also jonathan has the energy of the difficult alt guy that lands the popular girl and he just is never quite the same without her. They’ll part ways maybe for a while, but in the end he never searched for another love. They find their way back to each other and marry. He says, “I’ve only ever been with you.” It’s said as romantic, it reads a little creepy. She blushes. The end. So yeah outside of his alt boy “I don’t fit in” personality and his possible stoner make out sessions with his 1 true bro argyle it is not hard to see the hetero.
4. Joyce & Hopper - somewhat difficult
I ship jopper so hard BUT! Winona Ryder gives off so much queer lesbian energy that it does take me some time to push aside my gay lenses to accept that Joyce loves men (especially after s1 Joyce’s hair and outfit…). But they are, in the end, believably straight and the gays support them!!
5. Jane / El - pretty difficult
The early seasons she read so queer, I related to her so much. She didn’t understand gender norms and she didn’t look conventionally feminine and she just rocked all these cool outfits and looks and it was a vibe. However, by s4 it is clear to me she is a typical cis teen girl. The only reason she ranks #5 is bc it is pretty difficult for me to believe she is straight. I very strongly hc her as pansexual, she just seems like she has a lot of love to give and that gender would not be a barrier for her feelings (tho society would.)
6. Nancy - pretty difficult
I saw the excitement over ronance on this site after the trailers but I did not get it, Nancy is Straight TM and there was no proof they’d even get along let alone be gfs but Um, these scenes from s4 are making it harder for me to blindly look thru hetero lenses. She’s giving bi energy and it’d be so cute to see her flirt with Robin and be all bashful about it.
7. Steve - difficult
I have read steve as bi since s2? I think? And then when he accepted Robin after she came out I thought hm it’s the perfect opportunity for steve to explore his own sexuality! And s4 just strengthens my beliefs. He can’t get a gf?? Well to me that’s clearly bc he is discovering his interest in men and a gf just isn’t what he wants rn. However, I recently realized that steve has probably become the duffer’s self insert character so I am able to read him as straight and see thru the hetero lenses that his gf troubles probably root in I guess lingering feelings for *cringe* nancy 😩
8. Mike - very difficult
Mike is in the same boat as steve in my eyes. His actions just read gaygaygay panic to me. His interactions with will seem to give a hope to will that could only mean “omg my best friend also has a gay crush on me!!” However because this is a huge heteronormative show I am reluctantly able to see thru the hetero lenses that mike is probably just an idiot boy who is struggling with ~feelings~ and communication with his long distance gf, as well as just missing the closeness of his lifelong best friend. (But then I remember the scenes again and I’m like wait??? No way, it’s gotta all be gay!!)
9. Eddie - very difficult
Eddie to me is a gay man. I am able to put on the hetero lenses since he’s like a super popular handsome male character in this huge show in our wonderfully heteronormative world, which they certainly designed to appeal to the straight female audience (I think?? LOL) but ultimately I do not know enough about him yet to readily conclude that the writers have even made any conclusions about him. Because of this, it’s hard for me to believe he’s straight since it looks likely that he’ll die before any romantic storyline with him is addressed at all. He’s ~~ambiguous~~
10. Will & Robin - impossible
Soooo Robin is canon lesbian and therefore IMPOSSIBLE to see thru hetero lenses !!! Will is also pretty much canon gay man (I say pretty much because he is written and coded with gay storylines but he himself is only now arriving to conclusions about himself so it can only be canon in words once he is able to speak it. However this does not negate the canon fact that he is a gay character and has been this whole time even before he knew it. That’s just how life is for gay ppl sometimes). Will is impossible for me to view through hetero lenses and idk WHAT I’d do if they somehow pulled a reverse bryke, made will hold hands with a girl and then post series finale chastised us all for watched with our “homo lenses” (LOL COULD YOU IMAGINE?!?)
Bonus: Argyle - file not found
He just has that energy of creed from the office telling how he’d get so fucked up in the 70s on drugs that if gay shit happened then gay shit happened and I think that’s beautiful
#just a disclaimer I did not see st4 yet just the gifs and scenes on the internet#also I do half regret making this it took me far too long and is a shit post#but I also love gay analysis soooo here we are#stranger things spoilers#stranger things 4 spoilers#st4#gay
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MEET KAREEM AVI BAKSH
AGE: 35 years old
BIRTHDAY: April 5, 1987
GENDER/PRONOUNS: Demi-man — they/him
OCCUPATION: Chemist & Store Manager at Rue Botanicals
PLACE OF BIRTH: Astoria, NP
NEIGHBORHOOD: Birchwood
HAS LIVED IN ASTORIA FOR: 35 years
CHARACTER INTERVIEW
What makes Astoria still appealing to you? Is it related to personal or work relationships?
“This place's got a hold on you, I'll tell you that much.” They began, their usual upbeat persona making themselves comfortable, as it usually would. The feeling in the room wasn't enough to make Kareem think of this as something threatening to their citizenship in the first place. “I was born and raised here, although we did move to Neo Seofonac for a few years when Ma started her first run as a congresswoman. I think I might've been ten? Possibly eleven when we moved there, and I have to say... it was weird to get used to living there, you know? I don't know what it was, but the city was... I don't know—cold?” They furrowed their brows, trying to find a way to describe Neo Seofonac without saying anything terribly bad about the province. “Anyways, I was fourteen when Mom and my siblings moved back to Astoria. I remember, because it was my first year of high school, and I joined the soccer team and we won the schools championship that year.” What else could they say about Astoria that hasn't already been said? There were people from everywhere, which they liked. Tourists, too. Lots of them. Kareem liked hearing their stories and how they were enjoying their time in the city and all of that. “I've got my coven, my family, a steady job... I think my roots are pretty deep in this city.”
What’s something about your personality that you’re proud of? And what would you like to change?
“Something I like, and something I'd like to change, eh?” They leaned back against their seat, hand scratching their beard as they thought about what to answer. It'd been a while since they had last thought about things they wanted to change about themselves. “I'd like to think I'm someone easy to talk to, or to get along with. I'm also very serious about my job and anything related to my coven. It's hard to get me riled up, but when I'm mad... well, I'm usually furious, so maybe that's something I could say I'd like to change about myself?” And then, it something else occurred to them, and Kareem was quick to shake their head. “No, you know what I'd like to change? I'd like to be less impulsive about some things. Especially when it comes to romantic relationships. I get really invested sometimes, and rush into things, and well... most of the times, it comes back to b—haunt me.”
Please elaborate on any violent circumstances you may have been involved with in the past.
Pursing their lips together, Kareem thought about what to say, because they weren't exactly a violent person, so, besides the usual pick-pocketing in which they had been the victim of, they didn't have much to say. “You could say I had a fit of rage a few years ago when I was told it'd be best if I quit soccer because I wouldn't be able to play like I used to... but I wouldn't call it a violent circumstance, you know? It was mostly me, being a brat and reacting to bad news, that's all.” They shrugged, defensively, as if to justify their actions from those years ago. “I did punch someone in the face when they made fun of my youngest sibling, though. It wasn't my proudest moment and both of my mothers grounded me for a week, but I had to defend my family, you know? Family is family.”
Your thoughts about supernatural beings.
“That's all I've ever known. Being part of a coven, being in touch with Mother Earth, praising the Goddess... that's all I've ever known. Being a supernatural is all I've ever known, but it's not all that I am. I am also a person who takes care of their family, who likes going out for beers on game nights, who has a steady job. That's what people should take in consideration when talking about the supernaturals, you know? We're just like anyone else. Different flavors of the same thing.”
FACECLAIM: Raymond Ablack
PLAYED BY: Bru
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Drunken Confessions
Liv Morgan x Reader
Summary - Liv gets drunk, her girlfriend comes to the rescue.
Your phone vibrated directly beside your head, the sound making it impossible to fall back into your slumber. Groaning, you pushed yourself up from the sofa and pick up your phone, pressing the green button without checking who was actually calling.
“Yeah?” You whispered. The light from the TV was the only thing illuminating the dark living room. You must of fallen asleep on the couch, but you didn’t pay much attention to it once you heard the voice on the other side.
“Hey (Y/N)!!” The slurred voice made you smiled, eyebrows raised at how actually incoherent her voice was.
“Hey…You okay?” You asked, rubbing your eyes from tiredness. The clock read 2:03 am, and the sudden reminder of her going out with some friends suddenly flooded your mind. “How’s the club?”
She slurred something, something you couldn’t quite manage to place before another shuffling sound caught your attention.
“(Y/N)?” An Australian accent called out.
You chuckled, knowing exactly who was on the other side. “Hey, Demi.”
“Your girlfriend um…”
You audibly laughed again, sitting up from your laid out position on the couch. She was obviously too drunk to drive herself, and Demi had too many drinks to drive herself. Although she was much more sober than Liv was.
“I’m on my way.” You stood and grabbed your keys, putting in the most basic shoes you found and headed out the door. Demi hung up the second you reached your car so you could safely drive to the club.
The club was half an hour away, so you groaned as your phone showed the journey you had to take. With a deep breath, you turned the key in the ignition and drove off.
“Is that (Y/N)?” Was all you heard as you approached Liv, who was leaning on the wall by the entrance of the club. Demi stood beside her, laughing with tears in her eyes as Liv continued to slur drunk questions.
“Hey, love.” You smiled as she fell into your arms, her body heavy as she resorted to leaning on you instead. Demi was only getting herself together from her laughing fit, placing her phone into her pocket. You instantly caught on. “Send me those later.”
Liv was practically sleeping standing up as you and Demi exchanged smirks, knowing you’d have multiple videos of Liv talking nonsense while drunk in the morning to taunt her with.
“Come on.” You kissed her temple, leading her to the car parked not far away. She somehow scrambled into the passengers seat and fell asleep - or at least seemed like she did.
You thanked Demi and asked if she needed a ride to which she denied, saying she’d have someone else pick her up later. You said your goodbyes and you finally sat in the drivers seat, zipping your seatbelt before driving off.
“You’re really pretty.”
You looked to the side to see her eyes opened lazily, drooping with tiredness already. You smiled at the complement, starting your car and you journey back home.
“Don’t tell (Y/N) I said that.” She slurred, continuing her rant.
“Why not?” You smirked, not taking your eyes off the road. She was too intoxicated to notice you were you, even thought she’d recognised you before she got into the car.
“Because I wanna marry her someday. And she’s pretty…”
You smiled as she rambled on about wanting to spend the rest of her life with you. She got mad at you for laughing at some point, still unaware of your identity.
“It’ll be a massive wedding with all our friends- Hey. Stop laughing, I’m being serious here.”
“Sorry-”
By the time you parked in front of your home, she was tired enough to stop talking, yet sleep didn’t seem to want to kick in. You got out your side and walked to the other, opening the door for the half conscious blonde pretending to sleep.
“Come on, let’s get you to sleep huh?” You were forced to pick her up, seeing no sign of her attempting to walk on her own. She cuddles close to you, wrapping her legs around your waist as you carried her to your bedroom and onto the bed.
“Can I let you in on a secret?” She laughed on the bed as you went to get her clothes to change into. You hummed, listening intently.
“(Y/N)’s really cool.”
You let a giggle escape your mouth as you sat down beside her laying form. She smiled through closed eyes at the sound of your laugh, her brain probably already shutting off.
“Can you get changed alone or do you want me to help?” You asked in a whisper. Wordlessly, she lifted her arms up as much as she could and huffed, signalling you to unzip the jumper she put on when she was waiting for you outside.
You successfully got her changed into more comfy clothes and laid down beside her. Your arm went to wrap around her waist but she stopped you, giving you a warning look.
“Only (Y/N) can do that.”
She turned around as if nothing happened, falling asleep almost immediately after speaking to you. You huffed out a chuckle and turned around, attempting to sleep by yourself.
In the morning, arms circling your waist woke you up promptly. The comforting pressure of another body on yours was simply welcomed with joy, especially the blonde ones.
“Sleep well?” You kissed her hairline and she groaned, cuddling closer to you. She was probably - most definitely hungover. You hand instinctively ran through her hair, still up in a braid from the night before. With subtle movements, you gently untangled her hair tie and slowly undid her braid, feeling her immediately melt into you more.
“You slept on my side of the bed.” She complained.
“You wouldn’t let me cuddle you last night. What makes you think you’d move from one side of the bed to the other?” You laughed when her eyes shot open, realising she was much more intoxicated that she hoped she’d be.
“Fuck, what did I say.” Leaning on her elbows, she looked up at your face as you smirked.
“Where do I start?”
She groaned, dropping her head back into your chest. You reminded her of the videos Rhea had taken, which you still needed to watch yourself. She was adamant to get your phone before you, but she clearly was at a disadvantage.
To say you spend the next few hours rewatching Liv stumble over her own feet and rant about you would be an understatement. You’d use it against her for a while…and you still had to tell her about you conversation in the car.
THE END
#liv morgan angst#wwe x reader#liv x rhea#liv morgan fluff#liv morgan smut#liv morgan imagine#liv morgan x reader#liv morgan#rhea ripley#rhea ripley imagine#rhea ripley x reader#demi bennett
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FALLING
HPhogwartsmystery - Talbott Winger x MC
Okay! So, here is the “second” chapter of FALLING. Both chapters are meant as a one-shot so you don’t have to read the first one, but maybe it wouldn't hurt. This chapter is insparted by the song “Without Him” by Christina Grimmie. It’s a very nice song. Just so you know - I was inspired by the lyrics of this song and one more by Demi Lovato, I just modified some parts a bit. All rights reserved to the original singers!
Please excuse any grammatical errors or typos. I have tried to check the whole text several times, but I do not guarantee anything. If you notice anything, please let me know and I will fix it right away. I also apologize for the hasty conclusion, this chapter is longer than i initially intended and I feel like no one will enjoy reading something this long.... But please, ENJOY!
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First kiss
After Talbott's sudden compliment it became quite awkward between the two of you. Whenever you run into each other in the corridors he wouldn’t even look at you. Frankly you felt... miserable. Your conversations starts and ends with "Hi." From time to time it will be extended by “How are you?” and "Good, thanks.” When did talking to him became so hard?
"Miss Y/L?" Professor Flitwick calls your name after your charm lesson ended and it stopped you in your track to give him your full attention.
"Yes, professor?" The little man approached you in small but hurried steps.
“I’ll be hosting a small concert as a thank you to all the professors and the students for their hard work and I’d like to ask you, if you could sing on your own maybe a few songs?” His eyes were full of hope. Even thought you have never sang in front of the whole school alone and was afraid to do so, you didn’t have it in you to turn him down. Not after everything he had already done for you over the years.
“Yes, professor. I’ll be more than happy to do so!” You said, anxiously clenching your fists.
“Great! I was thinking our choir should sing some of our usual songs and than you will be the grand finale with a whole new song!” Flitwick clapped his hands in excitement. His eyes shone with childlike joy and his happiness slowly spread onto you. After all, it could be fun not just another way how to emberass yourself in front of everyone.
“Do you have a specific song in your mind?” You asked curious about what you’ll be singing. “Oh! I actually composed a new song, but the lyrics aren’t quite right...” The tone of his voice dropped with disappointment with each word.
“I never knew you could compose songs!” You exclaimed in surprise, trying to make him feel better. The professor smiled up at you asking if you wanted to hear the music and just like that, both of you spend the rest of the day going over the details and planning the whole thing. It was time for dinner before you went through everything, completing most of the needs for the upcoming event. Then you headed to the Great Hall.
“The melody is really beautiful and gentle! Maybe a more romantic lyrics would fit better.” You suggested still thinking over the catchy melody resonating in your head. It is truly beautiful. “And it would be great if we could have a live music!” You happily skipped in your steps and got ahead of the professor looking at him while walking backwards into the hall.
“That’s a great idea miss Y/L. I’m more than happy to acompany you on piano. But about the love song... Maybe it would be great if someone experiencing youth love would write the lyrics.” The implications behind his words caused you to blush, your mind wandering to the one time you and Talbott went to professor Flitwick asking him to teach you Obliviate and how you confessed your love right there.
“Please professor... Don’t tell him.” You begged berely above a whisper. His eyes softened and all you could see was how much he truly cared for you. “I would never do such a thing. This is something you should tell him personally and all I am seying is that this is a great opportunity to do so.” And with that he left and joined the professors at the head of the hall. When you joined your friends the interrogation started right away.
“So? Why did you came in with professor Flitwick looking so happy?” Penny asked, always for the gossip. I vaguely shrugged my shoulders not wanting to ruin the surprise. “We are just planning something. I’m sure he’ll enounce it soon enough.”
“Is it about the concert?” She chimmed looking so proud at herself when your eyes widened in shock. “HOW? How do you know that!” It’s not possible for her to know everything and yet here we are, her proving you wrong once more.
“So it is!” She smiles broadly revealing her white teeth.
“Are you gonna sing with the choir?” Rowan asks you curiously. “Of course she is! She’s the best singer out there!” Charlie chims in, smiling at you like a proud older brother. His geniuin compliment brings a sheepish smile to your face. “Yeah. Actually I’m gonna sing solo at the end.” The shocked expressions soon dissipated to smiling. All congratulating you like if you won a golden medal.
“What are you gonna sing?” A calm voice asks you right besaide you.
When the hell did he sad next to me?
Your heart jumps in your chest just by hearing his voice. You turn to Talbott who is sitting next to you, drinking a pumpking juice. You watched as his Adam’s apple popped up and down. It’s just so... hypnotizing. You got drunk in him yet again. Only when his eyebrows rise up do you realise he asked you a question.
“Oh... It’s-” Clearing your throath you try to answer once more. “It’s a l-love song.” The sttuter couldn’t be more obvious could be? You could feel the way your cheeks started tu burn under his intens gaze.
“A love song?” He repeated, his brows going up. You nodded in confirmation. “Yeah. It’s... Well, Flitwick composed a new melody and I should write the lyrics.” You explained in a little more detail, even though it wasn't necessary. You just wanted to prolong your conversation, it seemed like ages since you talked to him.
“Pff, that’s gotta by easy! Just sing about Quidditch!” Skye laughed hitting the table. “I don’t think it’s this kind of love...” Penny grunts disapprovingly. “Then what else does she love than Quiddich?” Skye tilts her head to one side and you just praied to whoever God is listening that none of your friends would say his name. But the gods of all religions probably went on vaccation today, because your worst nightmare came true.
“Talbott of course!” Tonks yelled and tilted her head in a fit of laughter. You angrily kicked her under the table not beying able to look at Talbott at the moment. All you knew was that your face must be as red as the Weasley’s hair. Still, you wanted to know if Talbott felt the same way as you, so you secretly peeked underneath your lashes. He was... He was covering his face with both hands. This sudden attention must be horrible for him. Your embarrassment quickly turned into concern wanting to do anything in your power to make him feel good.
“’Ya okay?” You whispered leaning slightly towards him. When he heard your voice he peeked at you through his fingers. He was blushnig. Hard. His shyness brought back yours, however you remained close to him.
“Y-yeah, its just... Yeah, I’m okay.” He managed to answer, while averting his gaze. The image of him being so flustrated over the fact you might love him... Does he feel the same way as you do? Is it possible for him to like you back?
Just as your mind was conjuring images about your marriage he spoke again. “Is it true?” You looked at him confused. He was still blushnig but in his eyes was pure interest and... Hope?
No, I’m just imagining that. For sure.
“What is?” You asked confused.
“Are you gonna write a song about me?” He bluntly asks. He was always so straightforward is sometimes scared you. What should you anwer? Should you laught if off, making a joke of it or should you be sincere? You wanted to. You wanted to push your friendship into something more. How could you became his girlfriend if you didn’t even tried?
You were never afraid to enter the Cursed Vaults, the need to find your brother giving you the courage to continue. Over the last year you and Talbott became closer, he even let you go on nigh journeys with him, he let’s you be in his safe place. One time during playing Gobstones he invited you to a butterbeer. Just the two of you.
His calming red eyes gave you the courage you so desperately needed.
“If-if you want to...”
His eyes sparked with joy. A rare, small smile spread across his features. Then he leaned towards you as he had that night in the owlery and put his warm lips to your ear. “I would love to hear it.” He whispered and gently stroked your cheek with his thump.
“Than I will.”
“Can’t wait.”
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In the next few days you were focused on writing the correct lyrics without any luck. It just wasn’t right. You really tried, hardly doing anything else. You didn’t paid attention during lesson nor during Quidditch practise. You were becoming fet up with your inability to express your feelings, transforming them into a song.
“Don’t think about it so hard.” Andre's voice tore you out of your reverie. “What?” You looked at him confused. “You try so hard you can't think of anything.” He said while adjusting your dress for the upcoming event.
“You are a great help Andre. Thank you. Truly.” You scoffed, focusing again on the plank parchment in front of you.
“What I’m trying to say is...Just think about him. What you like about him, how the two of you met, how good you feel when you are together. You should write about these things.”
“Tried it already. But it doesn’t rhyme.” You admitted, sprawling on the table in front of you. “Can’t Flitwick help with that?” Andre tilted his head in confusion. You were so focused on not being able to think of any rhymes that this never occured to you. He was right. You could go and ask for a help.
“You are a genious!” You smiled broadly and quickly began to gather your things. “I konw, but you can say it again.” Andre laughet and before he could say anything else, your back disappeared outside the classroom door.
With professor Flitwick’s help, everything went smoothly and before you knew it, the time has come. The Great hall was beautifuly illuminated by glowing blue lights, flying around the hall here and there. There were long tables full of snacks along the walls and several round tables for guests in the middle. In the second half of the hall was the dance floor, in front of which stood a stage with a majestic black piano.
You tried to smooth your clothes with nervousness, even though they were absolutely perfect. Andre did an amazing job. The purple fabric embraced your figure perfectly, the tiny gems glistening with each step, and the bottom hem of the dress was enchanted by magic, creating moving ornaments.
You joined the rest of the choir members on the stage and patiently waited for professor’s Flitwick sign to begin. You scanned the croud, noticing your friends imidiately. All of them cheered you on. Then your eyes met him. The one you were looking for.
Talbott was wearing a simple black suit with a purple butterfly. He looked so much older in the black color you never saw on him. It suited him. Talbott must have sensed that someone was looking at him - in the next moment your eyes loked and you could swear that his red orbits widened when he took you in, his cheeks reddening. All of the sudend you felt beautiful. You smiled at him, sending him a little wave.
Eventually, the concert itself began. After a few songs you relaxed, enjoying yourself. As you sang the penultimate song, Flitwick took the floor again.
“Now, it’s time for the last song of the evening - a grand finale, which will be sung to you by our lovely Y/N. Without any further ado, Miss Y/N and her song: Without you.”
A welcome applause accompanied you on your way to the piano. You noticed how your friends looked from each other in confusion. Nobody knew you learned the notes and you would play alone. You adjusted the microphone and looked at Talbott to let him know that this song is for him. At last, you began to play the gentle melody.
Right from the start when my ears heard your name
You lured me in, setting my heart aflame
I think I’m in love
I think I’m in love
You tried to push me away
But I never swayed
Now I’m crazy, why can no one understand
That I’ll never find a better man?
I just know my life ain’t ment to be live
Without you
Without you
Why can’t I just tell you how I feel?
Wishing to see your smile
Wanna kiss you and fall asleep in your arms
You make me so nervous
Can’t even hold your swarthy hand
But I cover up, acting bland
As soon as I see him, blushing
Wanting to hug him, but if I ever did that
I think I’d have a heart attack
You make me glow
Just wanted to let you know…
You tried to push me away
But I never swayed
Now I’m crazy, why can no one understand
That I’ll never find a better man?
I just know my life ain’t ment to be live
Without you
Without you...
There was a storm of applause in the room as you finished singing. Now was the time to face Talbott and hope that his response to your confession would be the same as yours...
You couldn’t find him. He wasn’t standing in the same spot anymore.
I scared him off...
You thought, feelin miserable. Your wolrd crushed down. What should you do now? Can you fix this? To say that the song wasn't really about him and that you just want to be a friend? At least you want to keep your friendship with Talbott. You cannot imagine loosing him forever...
“You were amazing.” A deep, melodic voice behind you interrupted you from your scattered thoughts. You spun around, facing him. He was holding a single, pink rose, beaming smile on his face.
“H-hi.” You managed to say. He looked at you with appreciation and tenderness in his eyes. “This is for you.” He said, holding the rose in front of you. With a quiet “thank you” you accepted the rose. It was beautiful, the petals glistened slightly in the dim light. “I enchanted the rose to never wither.” A sheepish smile appered on his features and he rubbed the back of his neck - a habit of his when he is nervous.
“Actually... It has a meaning.” He admitted, averting his gaze. “Which is?” You incited him gently.
“A single rose means... L-love at first sight. A “I like you and I’m interested in you...” And the pink colour expresses devotion and praise. And that you are beautiful. Which you truly are. Not just tonight. I mean... You are incredibly beautiful tonight, but in my eyes you are always the most beautiful so...”
You saved him from his rambling with a quick peck to his lips. “Thank you Talbott. I... I don’t even know what to say. This is the most beautiful thing anyone has ever done for me. I can’t thank you enough.” You could feel the tears in your eyes, threatening to run down your cheeks at any moment.
“I would know of one way to thank me enough...” Talbott mumbled, stepping closer to you, gently embracing you in his arms - his left hand on your cheek, the other hand on your waist, by which he brought you closer to his own body.
“Which is?” You teased him, already tilting your head to meet his lips.
“Kiss me again, please. This time longer.” He asked and you were more than happy to oblige.
A perfect day does not consist of things you do, but with whom you do them.
#talbott#talbott x reader#talbott x mc#talbott winger imagine#talbottwinger#talbott x you#hphm#hphm imagine#hphm jacobs sibling#Jacobs sibling#mc#Harry Potter#Harry Potter Hogwarts mystery#hogwartsmystery#imagine#oneshot#fluff
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A little secret between friends
“What is up everybody?! Okay, things you probably don't know about me: I have a big freckle right behind my ear, I despise carrots, and I can't go to sleep without making sure my closet door is closed for fear of shadow demons and/or the Demogorgon coming in and attacking me while I slumber, the usual stuff. BUT, one of the things you most likely do know about me is that I love me some good ol' fashioned Disney.”
Roman opened the door with a grand gesture, delighted to see Virgil standing in front of it. Sure his guard was up. But that was because he was standing in the hallway in full view.
He’d been trying to use the meadow path less. Ever since it was an option he’d stuck to it for a good while, but he was trying to get out of his comfort zone a bit.
His new year’s resolution. Taking chances. Roman was beyond proud.
Virgil was a bit on his case about his own resolution of being a little kinder to himself. Something he wouldn’t admit to anyone but Virgil. Patton would shower him in affirmations and Logan would think it a cry for attention. Virgil knew what it was about and shoved him in the right direction. Or dragged him kicking and screaming.
Today it wouldn’t be needed though. Today he was more than ready to be kind to himself.
His idea was brilliant!
“Brendon Drearie! That was fast!” he exclaimed as he pulled his friend inside and closed the door.
“Hey! What’s the rush!?” Virgil wondered a bit disgruntled as he regained his balance.
“Apologies didn’t mean to drag you of your feet,” Roman joked as he let go and started pacing through the room to vent some of his excitement.
“Truly remarkable response time though,” he repeated. He’d only just sent the message requesting Virgil to meet him in his room.
“If I didn’t know any better I’d say you’re… anxious for my company,” he teased, pausing to send Virgil a wink before resuming his pacing.
“I had a brilliant idea for the next video!” he declared.
“Brilliant huh?” Virgil scoffed skeptically. That made Roman freeze in his movements. He turned to Virgil with a frown. “Are you quite alright?” he asked.
Virgil huffed. “What? Because I’m not fawning about your idea before I’ve even heard it?” he asked challengingly.
“Because you seem determined to turn it down before you heard it,” Roman said calmly. Virgil was usually more open to at least hearing him out. Maybe he was more on edge than he’d initially thought. “If you don’t feel like working on a video right now we can take a breather first. The idea will still be here when you feel better,” he suggested.
Virgil looked a bit taken aback by that. He seemed extremely on edge and… Wait.
Roman walked closer and pulled the neckline of Virgil’s hoodie to the side. “What are you doing?” Virgil wondered with clenched jaw. Roman took a few steps back and crossed his arms, quirking his brow unimpressed. “Drop the act Deceit. I know it’s you.”
Virgil’s face was overtaken with shock and then it fell to an haughty kind of annoyed expression that didn’t fit Roman’s friend at all.
“How could you tell?” he wondered as he shifted back to the demi-snakelike appearance of Deceit.
“I gave him a gift he always wears on him. I can feel its presence since I made it. You couldn’t fake it if you tried,” he informed him.
Deceit chuckled. “Impressive,” he allowed.
“Thank you. What are you doing here?” he asked.
“Just checking on something,” Deceit drawled.
Roman quirked his brow. “You came into my room under false pretenses. I deserve a little more than that,” he stated.
Deceit chuckled. “Don’t you worry your highness. I’m just looking out for Anxiety. You passed,” he allows reluctantly. “But since apparently you have invited him to come over, I should be going. And you won’t tell him that I was here. Understood?” he insisted and Roman could feel his power settle upon him.
“I have no choice I guess. But you better come clean to him sooner or later. One day you will slip up. he will put the pieces together. You are important to him. I don’t want this to hurt him,” he said.
Deceit scoffed. “Let me worry about that. Your majesty,” he scoffed with a bow before disappearing.
Roman was a bit put off at being forced to keep this a secret for Virgil. He didn’t think that Virgil would fault him for it… But it might contribute to his inevitable anger at Deceit when he found out.
A knock sounded behind him, making him jump. The garden door… Virgil was here for real this time!
Roman hurried to the door and opened it, once more excited to share his vision for the next video.
Virgil’s relationship with the others was not really any of his business anyway. He could only try and support Virgil the best he could.
The real Virgil was a lot more openminded about the idea. Roman would even dare to say he seemed kind of excited by it.
This was going to be awesome.
Prince rose up regally. “Did someone say Prince?”
Thomas looks up surprised. “N-no. And dude, you gotta stop interrupting my vlog. This is like the third one in a row you've popped up in!” he complained.
“Thomas,” Prince sighed with a bemused smile. “I'm the Prince, okay? You decided to talk about Disney, how am I not gonna show up?” He had a point.
Thomas nodded, also realizing that there was no arguing with that logic. Or at least no sending the prince away now that he was here. “Well, I was bringing it up because I wanted to talk about the many messages Disney movies provide,” he explained.
“That sounds super!” Prince declared grandly.
“I know!” Thomas said, getting back in the groove of the video. “It does. Now-”
“...califragilisticexpialidocious.” Prince added.
“Yes. So-"
“Even though the sound of it is something quite atrocious.”
“Stop!” Thomas pleaded.
And then Anxiety showed up. “Did someone say 'atrocious'?” he grinned.
“Um... Okay,” Thomas said. “But Anxiety, I gotta admit, I don't know why you are here.”
“Anxiety! For someone who claims he doesn’t want the spotlight you’ve been butting into mine an awful lot lately. Miss me that much?” Prince challenged, arms crossed and brow quirked.
Anxiety scoffed. “You wish. Thomas mentioned the Demogorgon earlier so you already had my attention,” he shrugged.
“Simple,” Anxiety said. “I, too, am a Disney fan.”
“Really?” Prince scoffed incredulously.
“What? Why is that so hard to believe?” he wondered, sounding genuinely upset.
“Disney movies just seem a little too… Bright, collorful, cutesey, optimistic for your taste,” he elaborated.
“You must not be watching the same movies then, 'cause the movies I know have much more sinister undertones,” Anxiety pointed out. Making the prince look up shocked. “Come on, Thomas,” the broody side insisted. “You must sense it. I'm just making sure you're alert to all of the messages in those films, whether they were intentional or not,” he drawls with a little devilish smirk.
“Actually, this is kind of intriguing,” Thomas muses with a curious glint in his eyes.
“Pardon?” Prince said, a little upset at the idea it seemed.
“So you think every movie has a darker meaning or a misleading message?” Thomas asked.
“Do you now?”
“Oh yeah,” Anxiety chuckled.
“Blasphemy! You besmirch the name of Disney? I am a patient man!” Prince exclaimed.
“You are really not,” Anxiety scoffed.
“But this! This is where I draw the line!” Prince exclaimed.
“Well, how 'bout this?” Thomas jumped in. “I will throw out some Disney movies and you two tell me what I'm supposed to learn from each movie,” he suggested.
“Because Julie Andrews is a beautiful goddess and because I can, Okay!?”
“Practically perfect, in every way,” Prince insisted passionately.
“Why are you only quoting Mary Poppins?” Anxiety wondered.
That little outburst got both Anxiety and Thomas a bit of guard. “O-kay... Uh, Movie #1 Cinderella?” Thomas started.
“Ha! Easy. Believe in your dreams and one day, they will come true.”
“Sure, just literally wait around your entire life, subjecting yourself to the cruelty of your ungrateful, ignorant family members, until some magical fairy comes along to save you. Don't take action yourself.”
“She had mice, too!” Not helping Princey.
“Not to mention, men can't memorize the face of a woman they've been dancing around with for hours, they have to rely on the shoe. Ergo... men are idiots.” Ow. Prince won’t like that.
“He was a very busy Prince! He had a lot on his mind!” Called it.
“Okay, let's just move to another. Um, Snow White!” Thomas tried.
“Okay, so this time the message is to NOT do what the princess did. Don't accept random fruit from strangers.”
“Or, don't eat fruit...?” Thomas suggested.
“No.” Prince deadpanned.
“No?” Why so disappointed Tommy?
“The bigger message is to just run away from your problems and become the housekeeper for seven men,” Anxiety interjected.
“Sometimes the best solution is to get out of a bad situation!” Good point.
“Yeah, I'm a Hufflepuff, I tend to run away from every situation,” Thomas joked. Hey!
Anxiety just shrugged and smirked.
“Don't make all Hufflepuffs out to be like that, Thomas.” Thank you. “Not to mention, a prince comes out of nowhere and plants a kiss on a seemingly sleeping girl? I guess consent isn't really that important.” Oooooh. That’s a classic.
“He thought she was dead! It was a farewell kiss!” Still kinda icky though… “What's with all the prince hate?” Aw, he looked genuinely hurt by that.
“Okay, well, how about something a little bit more recent: Frozen,” Thomas offered, trying to get everything on track.
“A sister's love triumphs over all!”
“And don't trust random princes. I can get behind that.” Ow. Anxiety was being savage again.
“I swear...” Prince seethed.
“Okay, let's lighten it back up with Peter Pan?”
“Relax. You’re not a random Princey,” Anxiety pointed out, leaving his opponent stunned as he shot of another argument. “Also, when Elsa passes away, Olaf's gonna die too, 'cause the magic will be gone. So just prolong the inevitable?” Oh, he did not just go there!
Thomas and Prince burst out in protest.
“Don't let your childhood spirit ever die.” Aw.
“Also, it's totally fine to believe a random stranger when they tell you to jump out the window after they've broken into your house. But I would guess that's how your whole being would die.” Noooo.
“Urgh...”
“Yikes. Okay, how about Aladdin? My favorite!” Thomas said excitedly. Also that was worth noting down…
“The value of a person is not determined by wealth. A diamond in the rough can be found anywhere, even someone who may be considered a street rat.” Very elegantly put Prince.
“And they can get what they want by lying and deceiving their way right into the castle and getting the princess.” Should have seen that coming.
“Oh, come on!” Prince protested. “He came clean in the end! He even freed the Genie!” Prince protested.
“Yeah, he did,” Anxiety allowed before going on the attack again. “But not before LYING AND DECEIVING his way right into the castle and getting the princess.” Dude is really merciless.
“Oh for crying out loud!” Prince complained.
[Anxiety]: I still like them, there's just some darker messages that we don't first see,” Anxiety repeats.
It goes into a very quick summary of fox and the hound and a terrible attempt from Prince to defend Beauty and the beast.
“Come on!” Prince pleads. “Can you really look down so harshly on these movies?”
“Bambi!” Prince shouts out, trying to find a movie that was just wholesome.
“Man is dangerous.”
“Pocahontas!”
“White man is dangerous.”
“Sleeping beauty!”
“Well, now we're back to the lack of consent with sleeping women.”
“It was to lift a curse!” Prince argued.
“The Little Mermaid?” Thomas suggested, probably feeling left out of his own video.
“Don't just sign a contract without having your mer-lawyer look over all the fine print and stipulations. That one's just common sense.” Yeah.
“Or learn to write, or use sign language. There's more than one way to tell the prince you're the girl that saved him,” Prince grumbled to everyone’s surprise.
“Oh, now wait, did I just detect a hint of sarcasm towards a Disney movie?” Thomas realized.
“Whoa,” Anxiety exclaimed taken of guard.
“Well, there's always been one or two things I've noticed. Frankly, just make it easier for the princes. We could use a helping hand every once and awhile,” Prince declared reluctantly.
“Or shoes,” Anxiety quipped. Prince simply nodded in agreement. “Or shoe yes,”
“Well then, how about we just concede that Disney movies have a lot of different, interesting messages within them?” Thomas suggested.
“Duh, that's what I've been saying. I never said Princey was wrong,” Anxiety pointed out… Huh. He didn’t.
“You didn't?” Prince asked, relaxing considerably.
“No,” Anxiety said simply.
“Well, then I suppose I shall concede a few points to you,” Prince allowed.
Anxiety grinned and started sinking out. “Great,”
“Excellent,” Prince pushed. Wanting the last word it seemed.
“Cool,” Anxiety smiled, now completely sinking out of frame.
“What am I going to do with you?” Prince sighed exasperatedly. But almost fond. Now also sinking out.
“What was that?” Anxiety wondered as he rose up again.
Prince seemed flustered. “Uhh... Chim-Chim-Cheroo,” he rushed, sinking out fully.
“Ah, Mary Poppins. Okay. Dude’s really got the nanny on the mind today,” he muttered.
“Lion King!” The regal creative called out, a genuine grin now no his face.
“Okay... oof,” Thomas sighed in relief. “Well, my personality is very weird, I'm very sorry about that.” Don’t be. “But! I hope that you did enjoy that little Disney debate. Maybe you all can think of some interesting messages from other Disney movies we didn't cover. If you do, please feel free to share them. And until next time, take it easy, guys, gals, and non-binary pals! Peace out!”
Prince has a thinking face on. “Okay, uh, how about Mulan?” he asked, seemingly enjoying this game now.
“There's never a wrong time to dress in drag,” Anxiety said simply, getting a little snort from Prince.
Leave a comment or something in the tags! Also if you guys want something specific from the fander content in this universe let me know. I give you guys glimpses but if you are curious about specific things or have headcanons of your own let me know i might use it in a future chapter!
“There's never a wrong time to dress in drag-” Suddenly to Anxiety’s shock and seeming excitement, Prince joined in. “-and do the hula! AAAAAAAAAAAAA.”
You are a giggling mess. That was amazing. You know that certain creators will be dissecting everything about this for some prinxiety (Anxiety assuring Prince that he wasn’t a random prince -ergo he didn’t think he shouldn’t be trusted?- was sure to be a big one) content as well as figuring out the character of both sides more.
You scroll a bit through your fav tags before calling it a day and then you see something interesting.
It's just a little post of someone random dumping a thought. But it has you hooked.
“Hi guys! This just popped in and now it’s all of your problem too. Prince is creativity! Prince based a character on each of his fellow sides. And he picked Anxiety to be the antagonist he has adventures with that parody relationship milestones? Could it be he was doing some wish fulfilment? Does he have a crush? Am I looking way to deeply into this? Maybe. You decide!”
Oh boy. You can practically see the fics and fanart already! This was going to be amazing!
@vixdoesbadart @wings-of-angels @apinkline2715 @tired-yeetling @firegirl156 @soysaucevictim @1nsomniacwriter @moonlightshow00 @naturallyunstablegamer @alias290 @meowthefluffy @frida0043 @angelic-cali @selenechris @theblackveilinreverse
#sanders sides art#Roman sanders#virgil sanders#prinxiety#cthomas#janus sanders#fic#paper flowers au
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Okay, so I have this stuck in my head for a bit. What is raiden had a s/o who was pregnant but, they don’t know their pregnant and one day a kid just pops out. I need to know please.
So this is kinda a hard one to do becuase I feel like you would know if your pregnant, so I'm making that when you get pregnant wirh a demi god. baby doesn't take as long to be born and doesn't give it as many side effects. Only down part is only protection that works is condoms.
This is more so alot of the character's reacting to raiden and he reader having a surprise child that neither of them knew of.
It's a little short but hey i like how it turned out and I hope toy all enjoy it.
Warnings: mention of past sex, birth and body parts.
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Raiden is obvious that much is known, his s/o on the other hand didn't really read the signs that their body gave. So two very obvious idiots in love, things are bound to happen. One of those things is Raiden getting his S/O pregnant and neither of them realising.
There isn't many other people in a relationship with other gods that they have met so they are mainly going off what feel right for them. But now raiden sits with his lover curled up into his side as he also cradles an infant, his daughter.
She looks very much like her father in some aspects, the light dust of white hair on head is one of them. She knew his voice from what he gathered, she doesn't like him being away very much the same as his S/o. Inari is what they had both settled on name her after all it was quite fitting.
"Raiden?, are you alright" he hears the voice of his lover. He turns gentle to watch them as they smile watching him with their daughter. "Im well, just enjoying this, first time we have stopped to just be close in a little, even if it's becuase of an unexpected gift" he says gentle laying his daughter against her other parent. "She's a surprise that's for sure, a beautiful one.
I didn't even know I was pregnant" he leans down and presses a soft kiss against his lovers forehead. "I guess this means from now on we are using condoms. Becuase I'm on brithcontrol and well" they gesture to Inari. "She happened" raiden nods. "That's probably for the best, as much as I adore this little one, I do not think we were ready for her" he explains as he gentle rubs her forehead.
"We really aren't but, she's here and we will make it work" his S/o replys as they lay their head against his chest. "How do you think the elders will react to her?" He's quite for a little. "They will find out in time, as of now I wish to spend as much time as I can with my family" he says. He smiles gently enjoy the peace that took hold of his heart. Everything is so calming.
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Fujin is the first other then raiden to hold Inari, the wind God is so gentle with her as he smiles too both Raiden and (y/n). Fujin adores his niece and Raiden loves seeing his brother, lover and daughter. They are his family.
The next few days are spend as bed rest for both Inari and his S/o, Raiden does what he can for both of them while also catching up on much needed work too. Fortunately his daughter is very quite, she makes little noises to gain his attention when she can.
And that's how he ends up with her sleep in his arm while he rocks her slowly, in his other hand is reports on outworld. Master Hasashi had been so kind as to let them stay in the fire gardens so that he could know both his loves are safe.
Inari grumbles lightly before she goes quite again snuggled up to her father as he hums lightly. "Lord Raiden, can i offer you so tea?" The thunder God looks up from his papers to see master Hasashi at the door.
"That would be lovely, thank you once again for letting us stay here for a while. (Y/n) is still healing and I believe they enjoy spending time here too, it is peaceful." He says lightly has Hanzo brings in cups and a small teapot. They both sit in the quite as Hanzo prepares the tea.
"Does anyone else know of you're daughter?" He ask lightly. Raiden is tries to recall who He has told. "Fujin is aware, and I've informed Sonya but they are the only ones but yourself and grandmaster Kuai Laing who know." He says lightly rocking Inari lightly.
"Woueld you like to hold her?" Master Hasashi freezes for a second. Looking to Raiden before giving a short nod. The thunder God smiles as he gentle places her in the man's arms. "... (y/n) and I want to ask if you would be. Her God father?, I do not knwo what it means but If something we're to happen to (y/n) and I would you be willing to guild and care for her?"
It's a hard topic for both of them. For raiden the thought of not being able to look after his daughter or himself and his lover perishing. And For Hanzo the memories of the life he once had, the family he once had. "She will be safe here, and your family is always welcome in the fire gardens." Hanzo says lightly cradling Inari. "Thank you Hanzo"
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"Wait! You got knocked up by the God of thunder and weren't going to tell us!!" Johnny yells only to get a slap up the head by both Sonya and Cassie. "Look we didn't know until I had her ok, we weren't exactly expecting her. But umm... It turns out brithcontrol doesn't stop you getting pregnant from a God" they explain while holding Inari.
"No that's something I didn't want to hear" Johnny groans. Sonya laughs. " You guys are always welcome around here, after all raiden been around since before Cassie was born. He's kinda like an uncle too her" they all laugh enjoying talking about whatever comes up in conversation.
"So.. when are you and raiden gonna tell Liu Kang and Kung Lao? I'm sure they would both love to meet her, and I'm so telling Jin and the other two i got to hold her first" Cassie says as she bounce Inari on her lap. "Well we are hoping to see both Liu and Lao, I think they already know about her but then again. Johnny hasn't told them yet so maybe not"
"Hey! I can keep a secret!"
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"This is her" Liu Kang ask while cradling the thunder gods child. "Yes that is her" raiden confirms as (y/n) smiles lightly to the young man. "She has Raidens hair, very white. She look like you both" He says as both he and Lao fuss over the little girl. "She looks like a potato Liu" Lao say earning a laugh for Raidens lover.
"Just remember Lao you were once a potato too!" (Y/n) replys. Raiden smiles as he watches to two men he saw as his sons interact with his daughter. It's moments like these that make him feel so compete.
"So.. are you going to tell the elder gods?"
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Inari Ōkami (稲荷大神) The god or goddess of rice and fertility. Their messengers and symbolic animal are foxes.
#mortal kombat imagines#mortal kombat x reader#mortal kombat#fujin mortal kombat#mortal kombat scorpion#raiden x reader#mortal kombat raiden#raiden#raiden imagine#family feels#lui kang#kung lao
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sir we are need desperate need of flash fam hcs. would you do the honours?
Ok I’m not as well versed in Flashfam content but I’ll try! I mainly know Bart, but I’ll give it my best shot.
First I’d like to start off with my favorite canon facts about Bart because I can’t NOT talk about him:
He skateboards!
He once tried to get a Green Lantern tattoo but his healing abilities made it go away after five minutes and his friends knew it would happen but let him spend the money anyway lmao
He’s insanely popular at school, like, everyone loves him and he doesn’t get it
He once shaved his head because he was sick of people at school touching his hair, but Max made him wear a wig to school anyway
Ok now for the headcanons:
Bart has a skateboard that’s modified to not wear down at superspeed so he can use it at his own pace. He rarely uses it because he prefers to use regular skateboards cos it gives him time to slow down and think
On a similar note, Wally has modified roller skates! His kids want their own but he insists that they stick to non-modified roller skates until they’re old enough to control their speed more consistently
All the speedsters are pretty much geniuses but I like to believe that Bart is the only one who has a photographic memory (which, the memory thing is canon btw) because like... look, a lot of people make Bart the butt of the joke in the Flashfam but he’s special to me and I love him
Wally is the fastest speedster. Sometimes they wonder if Bart would have grown up to be faster, but they’ll never know because Bart has a prosthetic knee from when he was shot and it gives him a limp (also canon). This makes Wally the favorite of the speedforce (yes I’m stealing this from @damthosefandoms but look, she’s right, that’s why I’m stealing it)
Jai and Irey are almost as fast as their dad but not quite
The speedforce is an entity with a mind of it’s own and the speedsters are its favorite humans.
Barry Allen has so much love in his heart. He loves his family, he loves his friends, he loves his rogues.
On that note, Barry Allen and Hal Jordan are best friends (and sometimes lovers?) and I know that’s pretty much a given in the fandom but it needs to be said again because I love their friendship
Max and Jay are good friends but they can get competitive about “their” respective kids so despite the fact that Bart is literally Barry’s grandson, Max and Jay try to one up each other with Barry and Bart’s exploits on who’s more proud of their kid. When Barry gets involved he talks about Wally, and when Jai and Irey are born, Wally gets involved talking about his kids. It’s a mess.
All! Speedsters! Have! ADHD! It’s just a given. It can cause them problems, but they manage. The speedforce helps.
I’m on the fence about whether I want to headcanon Bart as having Tourette’s? There’s literally no basis for it other than the fact that I have Tourette’s and I want to project, but like. It would fit him well imo, and I think Tourette’s is best suited to superspeed out of all the powers because my body constantly feels like it’s not going fast enough.
Barry is defensive of his rogues. Someone tells him that his rogues are lame compared to another city’s and he goes off on them. People think he’s insane because he criticizes the rogues in one breath and defends them in another
Bart avoids VR games after travelling back in time because while it might not be the same level of technology, he doesn’t want to trigger himself with something similar
Listen, growing up in VR was traumatic for him because no one was real, he didn’t process death, he didn’t process danger
I ping pong back and forth on whether Bart is aroace or gay, so I’m gonna say he’s demi.
Wally and Barry are bi
I haven’t given thought to the sexualities of the other speedsters and I’m not going to lol
They all welcome Jess Chambers (not to be confused with Jesse, I’m talking about the one from Future State) with open arms when they come to this universe
Jess is canonically nonbinary, and I think that inspires Bart to be more open with his gender too
Jai and Irey are menaces. They try to get away with using their superspeed in little ways just to mess with their dad
When they’re old enough to join the Teen Titans, Jai is the leader. I don’t know why I just know in my gut that he is.
Having two speedsters on the Teen Titans is confusing but they manage and it actually works out well!
Irey likes to change her hair often and the fam makes her wear wigs as a civilian to not give away her identity
I want to include headcanons about Wallace, Avery, Jesse, and others, but I’m not as familiar with them and don’t want to do them disservice, you know? But what I’ve read of them they seem pretty cool! I just need to read more of them.
#bart allen#barry allen#wally west#jess chambers#max mercury#jay garrick#jai west#irey west#flashfam#the flash#flash#kid flash#impulse#konwontshutup#icecoldmistake#hal jordan
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So my idea is that y/n and loki have been dating for some time and its time for y/n to meet lokis parents so there is this beautiful kind of gala happenning in asgard for y/n's arrival. I desperatelly need a scene with loki and y/n dancing in this elegant gown while wildest dreams instrumental violin plays in the background! And im dying for friggas' approval of y/n. You can Spice it up in the end (if you know what i mena hehe) i dont mind at all. Id be great if you could probably write this. Thank you for your time ❤️
All the love, el ✌️
wildest dreams (loki).
Disclaimer: This blog is strictly 18+, minors please do not interact as that is not something I am comfortable with. Thank you!
Pairing: Loki x female reader
Warning: Fluff – it’s a good amount of fluff, smut – if you’re not 18+ run along, this isn’t for you, this is probably the dirtiest smut I’ve written.
Side note: This is my first ask request and I really hope I was able to write it to the way you envisioned it. This request is so sweet!!
Marvel masterlist.
You looked around in wonder, Loki’s and Thor’s words didn’t do justice to the beauty that was Asgard. Truly something out of this world.
“Don’t look so nervous my love, my parents are going to adore you. I know I already do.” Loki says taking hold of your hand and bringing it to his lips.
Your heart fluttered, no matter how many times Loki expressed affection towards you, it still made your heart smile.
“I adore you just as much, maybe even more.” You tease and give him a smile.
He returns the smile and proceeds to take you into the palace.
This was it, you were going to meet his parents after being together for a year. Your tummy was in nerves. Why wouldn’t it be? You were about to meet the parents of the love of your life, never mind that they’re literal royalty.
Your hand was in Loki’s as you entered the large doors, the entire time him and Thor were conversing as you looked around the beautifully detailed interior.
“I would’ve thought the two of you left your bickering in the past, but then again there never is a quiet moment when you two are around.” Came the voice of a female who could only assume was Frigga. Her beauty was indescribable. She fitted the role of a queen so well, carrying herself with elegance as she made her way to the three of you.
“Mother, stunning as always.” Thor gave her a toothy grin as he engulfed the women in a warm hug.
“Don’t sweet talk me, by gods I would’ve thought my sons would come and visit me.” She playfully scolded and took Loki into a loving hug.
Loki wasn’t one to hug many people, but you could tell by how content he looked that he really loved and missed his mother.
“I assure you mother my reasoning for staying on Earth is quite pleasant.” Loki smiled and took your hand in his once again, he brought you toward his mother, who you have to admit was quite intimidating.
All the nerves you were feeling when you first arrived had disappeared the moment her arms were around you.
“I’m glad to finally meet the one who has captured the heart of my son. You’re even more beautiful than I thought you would be.” She held you at arm’s length as she gave you a onceover.
“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Loki and Thor have spoken very fondly of you.” You smile politely and meet her eyes.
“I’m sure they have, quite a shame they never thought of visiting their fond mother.” She said scowling at the two demi-gods beside you.
“Our reasoning for staying behind is good. We’ve become quite the pair of hero’s on Earth. They love us.” Thor expressed by motioning between him and Loki.
“Yet to me you still remain the boy who wanted to be a Valkyrie, and the boy who read endless spell books in the garden.” You looked at the pair of them with amusement as Loki and Thor’s face was tainted in red.
“Come now, your father has been awaiting your arrival. He wanted to discuss some matters with you two. In the meantime, I’ll show y/n to Loki’s living quarters and get her prepared for the gala this evening.” She dismissed them with the wave of an arm and took you towards an adjoining hallway.
“A gala?” You question confused and a little scared.
You had heard about these grand gala’s that Loki would complain about. He did not fancy them that much, but still had to attend since he was the second born Asgard prince.
“Yes, to introduce you as the woman that Loki is courting.” She smiled as if it was the most normal thing in the world.
With a deep breath, you were mentally preparing yourself for what was to come.
“This color compliments your skin in the most elegant way.” One of the handmaids said as they brought over a silk emerald green gown to you.
Your eyes slightly widened upon seeing the gown. It perfectly matched Loki’s attire and was just downright gorgeous.
“Exactly how fancy is these gala’s?” You asked the handmaid as she began combing through your hair.
“They’re quite common here, but this gala is the first after a long time. The princes have never courted a lady before. From tradition I know that you and prince Loki will have a first dance together and then be introduced with formalities to the kingdom. King Odin himself will have to announce it. Then after it will a night of dancing and eating.” She concluded with an excited smile.
Because Frigga was a woman of the people, she invited nearly the whole kingdom and is allowing the staff to enjoy the evening.
“What is King Odin like? I haven’t had the chance to meet him yet.” From Loki you heard that his father was a strict man, but he showed love toward his children in unique ways.
“The king is a noble man; he does everything in benefit for the kingdom. I am sure he would like you just as much as Queen Frigga has.” The handmaid smiled and moved from combing your hair to bringing forward jewelry for you to choose.
The royal life was really extravagant.
Time had passed and you were now stood behind closed doors waiting to be introduced to a kingdom of people. The nerves you felt from when you first arrived had doubled by now.
Loki was also stood at a pair of closed doors, opposite from where you were. You had not seen him since you left with Frigga.
Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the doors opening. You took one last deep breath in before looking up and making direct eye contact with Loki. He was dressed in attire that matched the emerald green dress you were wearing. His eyes travelled down your body and back up to your eyes.
He was speechless, seeing the love of his life dressed in his colors made something within him stir.
You took a step forward as did he, and this continued till you were both stood in front of one another. The entire time he did not take his eyes off you.
He placed his hand forward and you put your hand in his and felt electricity stood through you like it always did when he touched you.
“You look beautiful my love.” He whispered in your ear as you both walked down the few steps.
There were many eyes on the two of you, but the only one that mattered was Loki’s.
“You look handsome as ever… my prince.” You offered him a smile as you looked at him and said this.
Loki had walked with his head held high and felt such pride to have a woman such as yourself to call his.
As you reached the bottom of the stairs, Loki settled his one hand on your waist and the other held your hand. A melody started playing and you both began to move to the beat.
He pulled you in closer and held you against him as after letting you spin around once. He gave you a cheeky smile as you looked up at him. You rested your head against his shoulder and closed your eyes as he placed a gentle kiss on the side of your head. You both moved like this for a while, completely forgetting about everyone else in the room.
You felt him lightly squeeze at your waist and looked up at him. He briefly held you at arm’s length spun you out of his arms while still holding onto his hand. When he pulled you back into him, your back was faced towards his front and you continued to sway until the melody came to an end.
That was when you were brought back into reality and looked around you as everyone applauded the two of you.
Loki led you towards the table where Thor, Frigga and Odin were sat. They all stood as you two joined them. Odin raised a hand and immediately the applause stopped. You stood there nervously as you watched him look around.
“Good evening everyone, today I have the pleasure of announcing the return of my son’s. They have been on Earth helping the Midgardians with their troubles and helping keep their world safe. Tonight, we will feast upon their return… “ He stopped to hold up the goblet near him.
“I propose a toast to their return, as well as introducing Lady y/f/n of Midgard, she has come to Asgard as she has caught the eye of Loki. I take it you will treat her with the same respect that you do with the rest of my family. She has after all managed to capture the heart of one of my sons. A toast to them and a long future together.” He concluded the formality by waving the goblet towards you and Loki.
With nothing more being said everyone cheered and toasted.
The evening carried on with everyone feasting, dancing, conversing and enjoying the night.
After meeting Odin and having him even offer you a dance at some point. It was clear that he and Frigga had taken a liking towards you.
Loki had chosen to retire to his living quarters with you after he saw you trying to hold back a yawn.
The two of you made your way to his room and once the door was closed, he turned towards you and walked towards you slowly.
“You really look… ravishing tonight my love.” He said once he neared you.
You were now trapped between the bed and Loki placing both his hands beside you.
“I do favor the colors and this dress as well, but I prefer to see you naked.” He whispered and began to kiss you gently as he brought his hand up to cup your face.
You moaned into the kissed as you felt yourself growing wet as the kissed grew more demanding.
He placed his hands under your thighs, and you knew to wrap your legs around his waist as he moved you both to the middle of the bed, not once breaking the kiss.
His hands began to roam your body as yours went to his hair and tugged at the long black strands.
“Tell me what you want love.” He nipped at your neck and started to undo your dress from the top. Your chest was now exposed to him and at his will to do whatever he wanted.
He looked up at you as took one of your hardened nipples into his mouth while his hand played with the other.
“I want to feel you inside me.” You whimpered out as he switched from your one breast to the next.
“Very well then.”
He sat up and started to take off his clothe as you sat back and played with your nipples. Loki loved when you did this. Watching you pleasure yourself, but no matter how much you did it, he always did it better.
Once he was completely naked, he took his hardened cock and ran his hand up and down the thick long shaft, his eyes never leaving yours. He made his way to the side of the bed and held his hand out. You took his hand and hopped off the bed as he stripped you out of the rest of the dress.
His eyes hungrily racked your body as ran his hands over your shoulders and to your neck. He gripped your neck as he gently pulled you forward and kissed you.
He let you settle into the middle of the bed once again and began to kiss you from your belly all the way up to your lips. He spread your legs and leaned his full body weight on you. You could feel his cock rubbing against your pussy lips and clit. The feeling making you moan. He continued to kiss you as he grinded his cock against you.
Your hands were tangled in his hair and you were moaning and whimpering into his mouth.
A ghost of a smile made its way to his lips when he pulled back from you.
He reached down between the two of you and coated his cock in your wetness.
“I want you to look at me.” You complied with what he said and looked at him with furrowed brows as he sunk his cock into your pussy.
A groan made its way out of his mouth as he looked into your eyes. The intimacy from all of this was making your breathing speed up. He began to gently rock his hips back and forth as he continued to look at you.
“You’re so beautiful love, and you’re all mine.” He groaned out and moved the fallen hair out of your face.
“All yours.” You replied to him and put your hand around his neck and pulled him down to kiss you and he increased the pace.
The feeling of having his body flush against yours and having him kiss the life out of you were making your brain feel like mush.
He pulled back from the kiss and briefly looked down to where the both of you were connected.
“Look at that my love, look at how well you’re taking my cock. Such a good girl.” He praised.
You moaned at the sight and felt yourself clench at how hot it looked having him make love to you.
“You gonna cum for me like a good girl?” He asked stroking your cheek while the other held your waist. Your hands were slung lazily around his neck.
“I wanna cum for you.” You moaned feeling the familiar pull in your pussy.
“Cum on me then, cum on my cock.” He grunted and moved faster.
Your head was thrown back as his name fell from you lips with him still deep inside you.
As you were cumming, he stopped moving, still deep inside you and started rubbing your clit. The feeling made your orgasm hit harder.
“That’s it, so pretty when you cum for me.” His words made your heart have a little orgasm of it own. He always had a way with words during intimacy.
“Now, it’s time for me to cum.” He said and sat up, still inside you.
He sat up on his knees and took hold of your hips and began to fuck up on his cock. Moving at an ungodly speed. Little moan was leaving you and he watched as you once again started to play and gently tug at your nipples.
“Play with your clit and cum on me again.” He growled out at the sight of you.
You did as you were told and started rubbing your clit in rhythm with how he was fucking you.
“That’s it love, I’m close.” He whimpered and closed his eyes for a moment.
“Me too.” You admitted and whimpered as your second orgasm hit you.
“Fuck, I love you.” You moan as you feel him cum inside you, calling your name.
He bent over and rested his arms above you so that he didn’t fall on you. You were both breathing heavily.
It took a moment for you both to catch your breath. When you finally did, he kissed you once again.
“I love you too.” He said and smiled.
This was the start a new you and Loki, and you thanked the heavens for letting you spend the rest of your life with someone like him, your wildest dream.
#loki#loki fanfic#loki x you#loki x reader#loki of asgard#loki laufeyson#loki odinson#loki fandom#loki fluff#loki smut#loki x you fluff#loki x reader fluff#loki x you smut#loki x reader smut#mcu#marvel#the avengers#avengers#fanfiction#fanfic#fluff#smut
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Surprise
Okay I’m soooo late, I’m sorry! This is my submission for @antoineroussel ‘s Summer Fic Exchange! I managed to dislocate my shoulder (again) and then get myself and half my house sick in the last week, so I’m so grateful for Demi and Emma’s patience <3 @leafs-forever , I hope you enjoy!
Rating: T (language)
Pairing: Kirby Dach/Reader
Words: 1599
Warnings: None
Summary: You and Kirby get ready for the NHL Awards.
Luckily, you had started getting ready before Kirby got home. You’re used to getting ready beside him, but it takes you longer to prepare for a fancy event. Getting dolled up isn’t as easy as people make it out to be.
By the time he gets home, you’ve already showered and are in the process of doing your hair. You keep it simple, just cleaning it up a bit and putting in some product to make it shine for the cameras. You can hear Kirby moving around, hanging up his bag and probably grabbing a glass of water. With the amount of water that boy drinks, you’d think he’d live in the bathroom.
“Hey, baby,” he greets when the two of you meet in the bedroom. He plants a lingering kiss on your lips, smile soft and relieved as he looks into your eyes. That look never fails to make your heart melt, touched by the way that he feels relaxed and safe around you.
You’ve been together for quite a few years, which is probably how you move around each other so easily. He strips and throws his clothes into the hamper on his way to the shower, and you take the opportunity to smack his ass as he passes by. He jumps and tries to give you a scolding look, but the smile glued to his face gives him away.
Needing to shower multiple times in a day has made him quick with it, so he’s out in time to zip your dress. You’ve already put your jewelry on, just a classy silver necklace-bracelet combo and a few different sized fashion rings. You like the way that they sit at different parts of your fingers, highlighting your hands and making your fingers look long and elegant.
You had tried to convince Kirby to wear something interesting, rather than just a plain black suit. It had kind of worked. The suit was still black, but it had a black satin trim with a subtle pattern that gave the whole look a little something special. The NHL Awards is supposed to be a fancy event, so he didn’t want to do anything too crazy.
You’d been to the award ceremony a couple times before, when teammates and friends had won honors. This was the first time Kirby himself was getting one, and you’re beyond proud. The Art Ross was a huge deal, and it was amazing to have Kirby officially alongside the likes of Gordie Howe and Mario Lemieux.
Once your dress is zipped, you head back into the bathroom to do your makeup. You know it’ll have to be a bit more dramatic and involved to show well on the cameras, so you take your time to get it right. You chat with Kirby through the door as he finishes air drying on the bed, sharing about your days as you usually do when you’re both home.
He’s half dressed by time you finish your makeup, fanning your face to make your setting spray dry faster. You head out into the kitchen to get yourself some water and kill a few minutes until Kirby finishes dressing and doing his hair.
“Can you grab my cufflinks, please?” He calls from the bathroom, “They’re in my bag.” You shout back an affirmative, making your way to the entryway.
His bag hangs next to yours, so you take it down, sitting on the floor to root through it. While your bag is organized neatly so that you can find things easily, Kirby’s backpack is a disaster. You take out clothes, push past empty Tupperware containers, finally finding a velvet box all the way at the bottom. It isn’t until you’ve pulled it out that you realize it’s far too small to be a cufflink case. Plus, you see an appropriately sized box leaning against a notebook at the bottom.
First things first, you grab the larger box to check inside. The cuff links are there, so you set it aside to bring to him. You take a few deep breaths to calm your suddenly racing heart. It doesn’t work. The weight of the small box in your hand feels immense, and lifting the lid is a Herculean effort.
The ring is silver, or maybe platinum or palladium. There are two gemstones as the centerpiece, a garnet and sapphire, entwined with a twisting infinity symbol that morphs into the band. His and your favorite stones, tied together perfectly. It’s beautiful.
That motherfucker.
Yes, you’re happy that he’s planning to propose, ecstatic even. Kirby is the love of your life, and you’ve intended to be with him as long as he’ll allow, ring or not. But yeah, the ring is a nice assurance.
Back to why he’s an asshole. He’s had this ring in his bag for who knows how long. Are you mad that he hasn’t already proposed? No. That he’s given no hint that this was coming? Nah. You’re mad because the ring you got for him has been sitting in your underwear drawer for weeks, and this jerk was going to beat you to the punch. Steal your thunder. Well, he’s got another thing coming.
You’ve been waiting for just the right moment to pop the question, and if you’re being honest with yourself, you’ve been procrastinating out of anxiety. Yeah, he’s your soulmate, but there’s still that annoying bit of fear that he could possibly say no. You’d thought about proposing tonight after the ceremony, or maybe behind the scenes after he received his award. You can’t seem to remember why you decided against it.
You pocket the ring box and shove everything back into his bag. Maybe you shouldn’t have sat on the floor in your dress, but you can always have Kirby dust you off if needed. Before you go to him, you open your top drawer as quietly as you can manage. You know exactly where the box is, so it only takes a second to grab.
Your heart is nearly beating out of your chest as you take another steadying breath on your way to the bathroom. He turns to you when you enter, hair fluffy and suit slightly rumpled. Even after all your time together, he still takes your breath away.
“Thank you, love,” he says when you hand him the cufflink case. He turns back to the mirror to check his hair one last time, before looking down to focus on getting his cuffs properly buttoned. You take a step to the right to ensure that you’re out of his line of sight, carefully adjusting your skirt as you go to one knee.
“You ready?” he asks, turning to where you were just standing. His left hand freezes where it’s tugging his shirt cuff into place, mouth falling open slightly when he sees you on the floor. You raise the box in your shaking hands, forgetting everything you’d been planning to say for the past month.
“Yeah,” you say instead, “I’m ready.” You open the box to present the ring, hoping you don’t sweat your makeup off in anticipation.
“Me too,” he replies, smiling as wide as you’ve ever seen. You’re glad that you don’t have your heels on yet, because you spring up from the ground to wrap him in your arms. Your smiles make kissing difficult, but you can’t seem to stop, anyway. You bury your face in his neck after, glad you’d used a lot of setting spray. A makeup faceprint on his suit would be kind of funny, but probably wouldn’t look the best.
“So, do I get that ring at some point, or?” Kirby teases. You punch his shoulder lightly.
“I don’t know, do I get an official yes?” you quip back, already taking the ring out of the holder.
“Yes, you do,” he says confidently, “And yes, I do.” You have to kiss him again for that one. The ring fits perfectly when you slide it onto his finger, hoping he can feel the garnet embedded into the inside of the black band. He kisses you once more afterward, and you can tell he’s squealing with joy on the inside just as much as you are.
“I have to go grab something,” he says, pulling away, “You’re not gonna believe this.” He doesn’t get two steps away before you grab his hand, turning him back toward you. You pull the second ring box out of your pocket, going for a smug smile but probably just looking like a dork.
“You mean this?” you ask, reveling in his shocked expression. Now it’s his turn to punch your shoulder, laughing brightly.
“You’re the worst!” he says, grinning nevertheless. He snatches the box out of your hand while you laugh.
“Turn around,” he orders, “I gotta surprise you too!” You only laugh harder at that, barely able to force yourself to settle as he turns you by the shoulders to face the opposite direction. Once he says “okay”, you turn back to him, giving the most over dramatic performance of your life as you act surprised. You’re both laughing too much for him to get much out, though you’re sure he had a planned speech too.
The ring sliding over your skin is an amazing feeling, but nothing compares to the way he wraps his arms around you once again, resting your foreheads together. You lose track of time looking into his eyes, amazed that you’ve somehow managed to find someone so perfect for you.
Now you have to call your mom so she doesn’t find out through an article. Oops.
#kirby dach imagine#nhl imagines#RI#andis coping mechanism#this is the only time I will ever write for the hawks#please do not ask me to write for them#this is a special circumstance 😂
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Happy Pride Month! Have some LGBT+ Links!
Guess who decided to yell some headcanons into the void? I did, hope y’all enjoy my ramblings.
Starting with Sky - He’s bisexual, at least he’s pretty sure that’s the case. He’s also polyamorous and is in a happy relationship with both Sun, his Zelda, and Groose. It just sort of turned out that way after his adventure, since the three of them got so much closer during it and afterward.
Four - Nonbinary... until they decide not to be. Gender is confusing and difficult when you’re technically four people. That’s not even including romantic attraction, which is pansexual... most likely. Getting more specific with the Colors: Vio likes they/them pronouns and is bisexual. Green is he/him pronouns and doesn’t really care much for romance. Red has any pronouns that they choose that particular day, so genderfluid fits pretty nicely and is still not sure what would fit as far as attraction. Blue is he/him or they/them pronouns, not sure about attraction.
Time - He thought Sheik was cute during his first adventure and then ended up marrying Malon. At the very least he’s bisexual. Malon is also bisexual.
Legend - The hell is a gender? But in all seriousness, Legend doesn’t really care much about gender or gendered-clothing, he just kind of wears what he feels like wearing. Genderfluid isn’t quite the correct label, but he doesn’t really know what would fit. Also, he’s bisexual or pansexual, but hasn’t figured out which fits better.
Hyrule - He also doesn’t care about gender, but it’s more from not understanding the big fuss about it. He was out and about for most of his life just exploring Hyrule, and he was just given his pronouns. Didn’t really bother him much, so he just kept them. Doesn’t really feel any romantic attraction, it’s just not for him.
Twilight - bisexual as well, but maybe a bit more complicated. He had a crush on Ilia for a while, then met Midna and thought that maybe Midna was the one, and then Midna left so now he’s just not sure anymore. Potentially Demi-romantic if only because he never really felt anything for Midna until he got to know her better, and even then he hasn’t found anyone he had the time to connect with in the same way.
Wild - Genderfluid and has a system to tell what pronouns the others should use for them that day. As far as relationships go, he was attracted to Mipha he’s pretty sure. But now he’s close with Sidon, so maybe pansexual.
Wind - he’s only fourteen, this is true, but that just means he’s still figuring himself out and what he thinks fits. So far he’s neutral on relationships, maybe one day he’ll have one but he’s not sure. He thinks that he/him pronouns fit as well for now, but the more he’s learned from the other Links the more he wants to try and see if other pronouns might fit better. A solid Questioning for him.
Warriors - After his long and taxing adventure, Wars is pretty sure that he wants absolutely nothing to do with relationships or attraction or anything. It was kind of ruined for him. Aromantic and asexual, he/him pronouns.
#linkeduniverse#linked universe#linkeduniverse headcanons#LGBT Links#LGBT LU#lu time#lu twilight#lu four#lu wind#lu wild#lu warriors#lu sky#lu legend#lu hyrule#silver headcanons
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The Warrior and the Wildfire
Chapter 2: Foreboding
Im hoping to get a bunch of updates out before i have to get back to school - So here we go! Second chapter already! This one is a little short, but it was the only place that made sense to end it, so I hope you will forgive me.
word count: 2885
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There was once a male gifted by Hellas. He was born into nothing, was born into dirt and ash and squalor. He ate when he was hungry, took what he wanted, fought, stole, and whored.
Until a queen of darkness found him.
She raised him up from the slums, and turned him into a weapon of war. He gave up everything to serve her, pledged himself to her always. Even loved her.
She scorned him, but the male endured it. For he would lay down his life for her, had already given her his freedom. And what was his dignity by comparison?
The years passed, and time started to become meaningless. Courts rose and fell, warriors grew into power and others’ names were lost to time. The male built a company of soldiers to rival any throughout the land. They suffered loss, betrayal, and battles too numerous to count. But they stood strong through it all.
Until a princess of fire sailed in from across the sea, and stole his brother away.
Now his queen was lost, was blinded by her own desire for power. And for the first time in his long life, the male was unsure of the way.
A choice lay before him, two paths diverged. And time was running short for the decision to be made.
The male closed his eyes, letting his tense shoulders drop.
Both roads were fraught with darkness and difficulty. One would take him across the sea, and label him a betrayer, an oath-breaker. The other would chain him in place, to a throne whose foundation he was worried had already begun to crack. One would take him from his queen forever, but might save her from herself. The other would allow him to stay by her side, but only to watch as her greed slowly destroyed her.
One breath in, one breath out. Slow and even.
Lorcan Salvaterre opened his eyes to examine the golden ring in his palm, those two paths appearing before him, closer than ever.
And he had no more idea of his decision than he had from the beginning.
His feet shifted on the floor, rasping slightly on the stone. The sound was quiet, but it was just enough to cause his queen, asleep across the room, to stir.
Lorcan’s breath caught in his throat.
The moment stretched, twisting and pulling under the pressure. And he knew that his time had come.
But which? Which? Which?
The bedcovers ruffled, a slow sigh escaping his queen’s pink lips. Her face was clear, relaxed. And she was just as beautiful as the first moment he had beheld her. A dark majesty, like black cliffs of stone overlooking the sea, like the violence of dark water tossing itself at their feet.
Lorcan breathed deep, closing the golden ring in his fist.
And he darted from his queen’s chamber, slipping into a run. The fastest of his life.
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Rowan lifted a spoonful of stew, then let it drip back into the wooden bowl, its soft trickling echoing between his ears.
He had been sitting in the kitchens for what felt like hours, but by the movements of the sun, it couldn’t have been more than a quarter–, or maybe half an hour. If he was being generous. And he was not in a particularly generous mood.
Rowan was exhausted.
Not, in-need-of-a-few-hours-sleep-and-then-he-would-be-fine exhausted. More fall-asleep-standing-up exhausted. Sleep-for-three-days-straight exhausted. And it was only made worse by the fact that he knew he wouldn’t be sleeping well anytime soon.
Today had been a quarry day, and after his morning run, Rowan had spent hours under the baking Wendlyn sun, slowly coaxing rock from the earth. His magic had helped, as with it, he could make blades of ice to cut into the stone, shaping it like clay. It was far quicker, but it was just as exhausting as doing it the normal way, with arms and back and legs.
It had gotten to the point that Rowan was desperately catching minutes of rest here and there, lying awake for hours begging for sleep to come. But the nightmares just wouldn’t leave him be. And both the source of all the trouble and its only antidote was now over a month away. Even if he left that very moment.
He was too tired to even be properly angry with her.
Rowan raised the stew to his lips, swallowing the mouthful somewhat gingerly. It had gone cold. He just sighed, and swallowed another.
It had now been ten days and over two hours since he had last seen Aelin.
Luca rushed into the kitchen, knocking over a chair and causing Rowan to slosh soup all over the wooden table. The boy just grabbed something from the storage area beneath the sinks, and then rushed right out again. Rowan frowned at him.
It took him quite a bit longer than he would’ve ever been willing to admit, but eventually he realized that Emrys, who was scrubbing the stove clean at the other side of the room, was smothering a fit of laughter at his expense. And failing.
Rowan’s frown deepened as he wiped up the mess. Emrys started laughing even louder.
At least the room was nearly empty.
But honestly, he was past caring.
Rowan was patting at his damp shirt when Emrys walked over to him, bearing a washcloth and a fresh bowl of stew, steaming slightly in the light from the open door.
“Here,” he said, already walking back over to the stove. Rowan held in a sigh as he mopped himself up, then gratefully started spooning the warm stew into his mouth.
Rowan and Emrys were the only two people remaining in the kitchen. Now that the rainy season was over, Emrys’ evening storytelling was getting more and more rare. Demi-Fae now spent their evenings out of doors, taking walks through the woods and eating below the stars.
Though he didn’t miss the wet weather, Rowan couldn’t say that he didn’t miss the evenings spent with everyone sprawled in front of the hearth, listening and laughing and crying as Emrys spun his tales. It reminded him of listening to his mother, curled up next to her in bed. The sound of her voice lulling him to sleep.
Something he desperately needed now.
A clatter sounded from the front of the room, startling Rowan from his trance. It was only Emrys, who had now moved on to the dishes, and had dropped a bowl when moving them to their cabinet to be ready for breakfast in the morning.
Once again, the old male didn’t miss Rowan’s reaction. But he didn’t say anything, instead moving to wipe down the counters and tabletops. Another moment passed while Rowan finished his stew, then stood to wash his bowl and put it away with the others.
But Rowan knew Emrys’ silence wasn’t going to last.
And sure enough, just as Rowan put the bowl in the cupboard, the old male spoke up.
“Luca told me he liked training with you the other day.”
The statement was tentative, probing. Rowan didn’t say anything.
Emrys pursed his lips, even as he continued rifling in the store cupboard for some hard-to-reach item. Another breath, then, “He said that you talked about Bas.”
Still, Rowan kept silent.
Emrys sighed. “In the weeks after the battle, Luca…” he trailed off, eyeing the bags of potatoes and onions he was supposed to be counting. “He retreated into himself. He wouldn’t talk to us, to me or Malakai. I know that we aren’t his parents, that we have no right to him. But Luca doesn’t have anyone else. His mortal parents abandoned him, and he never knew his Fae parentage…” he trailed off again.
Rowan found himself nodding to fill the silence. “You care for him,” he said softly. “Anyone could see that.”
Emrys’ eyes met his for a moment, then turned back to the potatoes. “He has become a part of our family. And to have him hide from us in that way…it was hard.”
Rowan nodded again, his brow furrowing as his thoughts began to twist. Where was Emrys going with this?
The male seemed to rally himself. “So I need to know, what happened to Bas? Was – was he really the one who betrayed us to the soldiers?”
Rowan frowned. “Luca didn’t say?”
Emrys scowled. “You weren’t here for those weeks after the battle, you didn’t see. At first, the whole fortress was in chaos, so wrapped up in healing and recovery and relief. And you – you had other things you were paying more attention to.”
Rowan’s face twisted in acknowledgement. He wasn’t sure he’d spent more than five minutes away from Aelin that week.
Emrys continued. “But then, once everything began to calm, Luca went silent. He wouldn’t eat, wasn’t sleeping. Eventually he just came back, like nothing had happened. But it was too delicate. We were afraid to ask him, to push it.”
Rowan nodded. Emrys looked at him expectantly. “What happened to him?”
Rowan steadied himself, then began to explain. By the time he was done, Emrys’ eyes were lined with silver.
“So he killed him?” the male’s voice was soft, heartbroken.
Rowan nodded, and Emrys turned back to the onions and potatoes, cutting off the growths that had sprouted, and tossing away those that looked close to rot. Distracting himself.
“To think, a few months ago I never would’ve thought that I would see you so calm.” Emrys said, almost sardonically. “The state that girl was in this spring – and you two fighting like alley cats. Always at each other’s throats.”
He stood, hauling the discarded vegetables to the compost heap, and moved on to the case of fresher vegetables that had been carted in a few days ago from a nearby farm. “And yet by the end, I thought you two inseparable.”
Rowan averted his gaze just as Emrys glanced up, his eyes sharp. Rowan knew that there was a question there, one that he had no intention of answering.
Emrys voiced it anyways. “And when do you think we will be seeing her again?”
Rowan gritted his teeth. Emrys seemed to sense an uphill battle.
“I – I need to know that she is alright. That she’s going to be alright.”
“No one can know that.”
Emrys frowned. “What will she be facing in Adarlan? Does she seek to confront the king – ”
Rowan cut him off. “Elentiya, has not shared her plans with me. Nor would she have a reason to. I serve another. She is on her own.”
Emrys’ face tightened, but he took it with grace. They were silent for another long moment, or at least until Emrys began tossing sweet peas and lettuce and leeks into a pile, murmuring about old greens and dishonest farmers.
But before Rowan could escape back to his rooms, to see if perhaps he could finally get some rest, Emrys stopped him once again. “In that case, how long do you think you will be with us, Prince?”
Rowan sighed, stalling in the doorway. He’d been avoiding this question too. “I’m not sure.”
Emrys raised his eyebrows. “Won’t your queen be summoning you soon? Now that your training with the girl is done?”
Rowan gritted his teeth. He couldn’t say anything to the old male, no matter how trustworthy he might seem. “Our Queen has ordered me to stay and assist with the repairs around the fortress, and I will stay until she orders me otherwise.”
“And you have no idea when that will be?”
“None.”
“So…” Emrys started, “While you are here…would you consider training Luca?”
Now it was Rowan’s turn to scowl. He should have known that this was where Emrys was heading. And for some reason, the offer set a wave of melancholy though him. Strong enough to take him by surprise.
“I know that the boy is not up to your standard, but when he came back from his run with you yesterday – he was different. Lighter.” When Rowan didn’t say anything, Emrys continued. “You helped him.”
Rowan shook his head, “I didn’t do anything that anybody couldn’t have.”
“Maybe so, but – ” Emrys dusted off his pant legs, making to stand. "You’ve made yourself one of the finest instructors I’ve ever seen come through here. You made that girl into what she is. And Luca was always talking about how much he wanted to go to Doranelle, to escape, and become a great warrior of the land.”
Emrys’ eyes twinkled. Rowan was still shaking his head.
“Just – please consider it. For Luca’s sake.” Emrys threw the remaining vegetable scraps onto the compost heap. “We only want him to be happy.”
“I know, but – ”
“But what, Prince?” Emrys’ eyes seemed to bore into him. “What is keeping you? If you must stay here, might you not be useful, as more than just a workhorse in the quarry?”
Rowan’s breath was tight in this chest. He wanted to say that Luca deserved someone better than him. To say that he would only disappoint, that he could never give the boy what he really wanted. Particularly since he so obviously looked up to Rowan.
But the real reason he was so reticent was because it was exactly what he wanted. In a different time, and in a different place. To settle, and build a home. To rebuild and teach and heal, from a lifetime of hurting.
It was so close.
But there was a massive, impassable cavern between here and there. Because Aelin was not with him. And the world around this fortress was far from peaceful.
War not only threatened, but snapped at their heels. Waiting to strike. Rowan could feel in it his bones. There were far too many storms to weather, and enemies to defeat, before that future could possibly be his.
So Rowan only said, “I will think on it, Emrys. And I will agree to spend time with him in the mornings. But just remember, I have no idea when I might be called away. It could be tomorrow or months from now. I can’t make any promises.”
Emrys nodded. “I didn’t really expect you to, Prince.” And he turned back to the storage cupboards, sealing things up for the night.
Rowan turned to leave, but then paused. “And Emrys – you could see about trying to talk to the boy again. Im not sure – but I think he might this time.”
Emrys gave him a small, but warm, smile. “Thank you, Prince.” And Rowan walked out.
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Rowan jerked from sleep, his body shuddering uncontrollably. This time, the dream had been different. Had been worse.
Instead of him torturing Aelin, and listening to Lyria’s screaming, he had to watch as Aelin gave up. As she let the grief and pain overwhelm her, and she retreated into that shell of a person she had been when they first met.
Maeve threatened to have Cairn whip him, a punishment he had borne numerous times. Pain that, under the circumstances, he would take gladly. That he would take and be grateful.
But Aelin could not take it.
When Maeve threatened to whip Rowan, Aelin gave in. And she handed over the Wyrdkeys.
And Rowan could only watch as the dark queen laughed and laughed and laughed. And destroyed everything in the world that he loved.
It was knowledge that Rowan kept locked up so tight it could only come out in his dreams. The knowledge that Aelin would hand over the Wyrdkeys for him. It was their greatest weakness, their bond. But Rowan couldn’t see what he could do about it.
They were both weaker, and stronger, together. It was a problem he wasn’t sure he would ever be able to solve.
Rowan breathed, calming his wracked body, then stood up and began pulling on fresh clothes and strapping on his many blades. He shifted, then tore out the window and into the waiting sky.
It had been a few days since his conversation with Emrys, each of them longer than the last. It was like he was walking upstream, fighting against the rushing current. Time flowed around him like molasses, sticky and slow and uncomfortable as all hell. But pass it did.
It had now been nearly two weeks since he had last seen Aelin. It felt like a year.
Each of the past three mornings, Rowan had trained with Luca. Guiding him through the bare bones of his morning routine. Even though it had only been a few days, Rowan could already spot marked improvement in the boy’s endurance and speed. In quiet moments, when laboring around the fortress, Rowan even caught himself planning lessons for the boy. Figuring out what would suit him best.
But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t shake the sadness that filled him whenever he corrected the boy’s stance, or reminded him to keep his core muscles tense. Nor could he escape the increasing feeling of foreboding whenever he thought about the future.
This tense peace was not going to last much longer, he was sure of it.
And as he shifted his wings to turn back towards Mistward, Rowan’s conviction was all but confirmed.
For wafting towards him on the western wind, was the unmistakable scent of Lorcan Salvaterre.
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I cannot claim to know about this play more than some others (Ewa Graczyk, Jagoda Hernik-Spalińska, Kazimiera Ingdahl and Maria Janion, in alphabetical order, are the official Horsewomen of the Apocalypse in this topic), with a lot to bring to the table, and so I will sometimes discuss parts of it which are - at the very least at the first glance - absolutely and doubtlessly simple; but by discussing them I hope to be able to bring into the discussion some new material, new evidence, perhaps - for the contrary of the popular belief.
I remember when I first read the scene between Danton and Robespierre, I was completely mystified, just as Maxime. To somebody who at that point knew nothing about the historical events, the exchange between them was very logical (and everyone knows how hard it is to obtain, especially in a piece of media where the author blatantly favours one of the characters over another). I am very glad then, to be able to say that while Przybyszewska did everything she could to humiliate and belittle Danton in the more visual aspects of the scene - his gestures, movements, actions, mimicry, even the sound of his voice etc. - she didn't bother making him out to be a complete clown. His arguments are populistic, but that's not necessarily a bad thing when you're n politician aspiring to be even more than that. Perhaps she thought that painting him out to be a weakling would somehow diminish Robespierre's awesomeness, which is a valid concern. For Robepsierre has little left to do in this scene - it is made out to ba a confrontation between them, of sorts, but is it one, really? I don't think so, not for the large part of it. Robespierre comes in, dishes out few sarcastic lines, looks at Danton with disgust and contempt and then crushes him in a yet another sarcastic line and then leaves. There isn't that much he can do not only to participate in the exchange, but to be visually and audially appealing to the audience as a character in a play. And even though we all know staging The Danton Case is a secondary affair, the main thing you can do with it is to read it and ponder over it, when you do stage it, a lot of responsibility rests on the actors recreating the part. Which is why choosing a good actor can, potentially, make all the difference, sometimes going as far as completely changing the way you view the very same scene you read earlier.
I have always assumed by "the same man" they meant Robespierre. It makes some sense in the light of the conversation, altough I have to admit it makes little sense in the light of Robespierre's reaction. The question thus presented to us is: do we go by what is written, do we percieve a play as a piece of fiction in a real world, OR do we immerse ourselves in the fictional world, suspend our disbelief and for a moment treat it as an alternate reality of sorts?
Polish director Jan Klata has managed to put on stage a compelling retelling of The Danton Case and I would like to present to you a scene from his version, which we're lucky enough to have on YT, with translation courtesy of @that-one-revolutionary. I've seen the play in its entirety: some metaphors were heavy-handed to say the least, some aspects I wish he'd done differently, but all in all, when choosing the main protagonist, the director casted in the role a truly splendid actor (please note that Marcin Czarnik was young. Young! It made all of the difference and it's worth watching if only for that), who brought home some of the points of character of Robespierre's which could have easily been brushed aside in order to highlight some other aspects of the conversation (the most famous example of this would be the very same scene from Wajda's movie, where the appealing and in all aspects imposing Gerard Depardieu dominantes the scene, thus presentign it in a very different ligt). While it can be read as a political statement, or a match of two great personalities, or a display of cunning on either part, Klata (or Czarnik; it's hard for me to say what the director tried to do with it, a lot of Robespierre's quirks, mimicry, gestures etc. seemed to come directly from the actor, which I can only say because I've seen him in other things and that's sort of his style of acting; all in all, I'll try to treat this not as a discussion over this particular staging, because for that I lack needed data, but it's unavoidable in the long run at least at some points, so please bear that in mind) treats the conversation itself as a minor thing in comparision to what is going on in Maxime's mind at the moment. Just look at this: there is no significance brought into their meeting, no change of the scenery, nothing indicates this meeting is special in any way. The logical conclusion is, then: it's not special. Both Danton and Robespierre seem to treat this as a step which cannot be avoided, but which bears no great weight either. The only reason they agreed to make this step altogether is - for "the same man". For Camille.
I do think Przybyszewska's intention was actually to disguise Maxime under this vague title. If this is a play about love - as I will always state it is - she wanted to underline the fact some people will be hatefully loved by those who are beneath them, who have nothing whatsoever in common with the object of their affection simply because the loved one is so great, so genius, so shining and bright it is impossible not to love them. I think this is the relationship between Danton and Robespierre (that is, on Danton's part) up until this point in the play. Danton idolizes Robespierre against his will (against both of their wills, really), because Robespierre is truly made out to be a demi-god at the very least. If you could team up with a hero like this, you should. So Danton goes through a humiliating process of trying to reconcile with Maxime, because humiliation, if everything paid off in the end, would be worth it. That Robespierre doesn't reciprocate the affection is simply a further proof that he is above Danton in every way.
Klata-Czarnik duo seems to have gone into another, subtler direction though. The man that both politicians make an exception for seems to be Camille, moreso because Robespierre loves him than because Danton has any special feelings for him. What is his relationship with Camille, anyway? They are cordial enough, but always a bit on the edge, and we know that Danton doesn't know everything that Camille thinks and feels in regards to Robespierre, mostly because he doesn't care that much, but also because he is characterised as a brute, and this simply goes above his head, it's too subtle, too delicate of a feeling for him to know it. It is also clear he knows Camille pretty well, but he doesn't know his soul, so to say. Therefore, he cannot actually love him, not to the point to make him the one and only excpetion from his otherwise coldly and precisley calculated plans.
Is there, however, a scenario in which Camille could be Danton's exception? Yes, when it becomes more about Robepierre than about Camille. When Camille is sort of offered as a mean to lure Robepierre in. Danton could make this exception only if it meant getting what he wanted (which is later mirrored by his blatant admission that the only reason he lets Camille take the fall with him is to deny Robespierre any joy in life after this point).
Robespierre, however, doesn't see it this way. He actually makes the exception for Camille and I think Danton's words – whatever he means by them, whichever interpretation we think is correct – put him on alert, for the fear of having his secret discovered. In the video linked above it is even more than that – once Robespierre hears Danton indirectly name "the same man", he gets aggressively defensive. For him to have someone like Danton talk almost openly about what he treats as his personal secret (a secret that Danton, being in great familiarity with Camille, could potentially know for certain) is equal with defiling it. I have violated your secret. Do you know what he says in the original? I have raped your secret. It really brings into the focus how much “the secret” needs to be protected, and how much it will hurt Maxime once it’s uncovered and destroyed.This is what he fears pretty much for the entirety of the conversation, his suspiscion somewhat confirmed when Danton says: No catchphrases, Robespierre. I know you.
As I mentioned earlier, the shift in my reading of the scene was prompted by the video. It is worth observing what exactly does Robespierre do when mentioing Camille by surname – he gets visibly more upset, he ponders for a split second for the best way to talk about him. His choice of words is interesting as well:
Both translations here are poor and I quite like what that-one-revolutionary did with it. "Katarynka" is a music-box, so "an instrument" fits much better (not to mention the obvious English connection to the phrase "play like a fiddle", which is adequate here). A parrots is after all a living being, something with a will of its own, if steered by more powerful handlers. But admitting that Camille, from his own free will decided to go against Maxime and everything that Maxime believes in is much harder for Robespierre than calling him an inanimate object, which can be unwittingly used by people with their own agenda. That leaves Camille almost blameless, perhaps careless and foolish, but not responsible fo anything that has transpired.Calling him names serves another purpose as well, which is to steer away the suspiscion that Robespierre protects Camille becuase he cares about him in a special way. He knows there are Danton's accomplices turning ears by the door, so he doesn't want to give himself away with his care and concern.
Ultimately, what do you believe, whom do you think they were referring to I think says a lot about what you think about Maxime's state of mind at the time. Danton's too, though, it can be used as a litmus test whater or not you believe he was honest in idolising Robespierre and offering him his adoration and obedience. In some stagings it will be presented as true, in some as a lie, and that's the beauty of adapting a piece of literature, there are so many options, all blooming from the same roots.
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Gundham & Yasuke
Summary: The Forbidden Tanaka’s FTEs in the SDR2 Protagonist Matsuda Yasuke AU. YES.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Language and blood/injuries.
Notes: Unsurprisingly, Tanaka was the winner of the poll for which FTEs were to be done next. So his FTEs, quite hilariously, are getting posted on the anniverary date for sdr2′s initial release. That feels pretty...fitting. Writing Tanaka’s dialogue was really hard but I did my best. Despite my best efforts, these two don’t get along the best that they could. Cursed.
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It went without saying that he didn’t have a normal middle school experience so he didn’t interact with a lot of people who exhibited the so-called eighth-grader syndrome. But he knew that once kids had the cognitive ability to identify their lot in life and long for more, such desires could get...twisted, to say the least.
Just about everyone wants to be fucking special if they’re not too focused on surviving. And most people grew ashamed of the lofty aspirations and special interests they developed in that delicate era. Matsuda understood that much, even if he was considerably detached from it. In some ways, those people were like animals. Strange beasts that acted on impulses and instincts. That still had intelligence but not, like, awareness. When it came to engaging with these types, Matsuda had no choice but to accept them even as he shook his head at their delusions of grandeur.
He understands he’s supposed to do that in theory.
In practice, however...
“Sharp-tongued fool!” Tanaka bellowed. “You draw too near to the barrier of the Ice Kingdom!”
It’s a beautiful day outside. It’s always a beautiful fucking day. Clear, sunny sky. Warm but with a pleasant breeze to keep it from being too sweltering. It’s such a nice day—and Matsuda Yasuke does not want to be here.
Without another word, he turns on his heel.
“Aha!” Tanaka sneered. “To think just the warning prose would be enough to make you turn tail and run. A cowardice I did not expect, but perhaps... I should have.”
While walking away and listening to that guy cackle to himself, all Matsuda had in response was to flip him off.
He proceeded to avoid Tanaka for the rest of the day—and would’ve avoided him for the rest of his life had fate not had something else in store.
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It was another beautiful day. The perfect day for a walk. He was thinking by the ranch so that he could admire the chickens as he passed. Unfortunately, he not only came across chickens but also the cow that used to be a chicken he quite liked.
Also Tanaka Gundam.
And their eyes ended up meeting.
There’s no real point in reasoning with someone who exhibits grandiose delusions, he reminded himself. It’s no good to denounce them, but it’s also no good to enable them. It’s a delicate line that I do not want to fucking bother with.
Matsuda does look away, intent on ignoring the other. Despite that resolve, his thoughts don’t shut up.
I didn’t have any peers in middle school for obvious reasons. I never actually spoke to someone my own age who felt this way. I was too busy being fixated on my own goals and lofty aspirations.
A couple of steps forward. It’s fine. If he continued the way he was already going, he can just pass Tanaka. It’d be easy. Simple.
...
Fuck.
He pauses. He turns. Tanaka has already turned away, but as if guided by the third sense of a fucking Evil All-Seeing Eye, he turns back to Matsuda. His brow quirks.
“Has the barrier truly weakened so?”
“I don’t know,” Matsuda replied intelligently. “For some reason, I feel too worn down to go through the effort of pretending you don’t exist.”
Tanaka cackled lowly.
“Such an insolent remark. It seems you do not truly know your place. But that is just as well. Even now, your true name is one that seems out of my grasp.”
“I’m Matsuda Yasuke. Nice to meet you.”
Tanaka clicked his tongue, scowling at Matsuda’s blank expression and his deadpan tone.
“That,” he snarled. “Is merely a brush against the surface. It does not encompass the deepest depths of your rogue soul.”
Alright. So he wants to know what makes me tick. If I had to guess.
“Your true name,” Tanaka requested impatiently. “I have no need for superficial titles.”
“That’s cold,” Matsuda huffed. “The name my mom gave me isn’t superficial.”
...even if it is ironic.
For some reason, Tanaka does perk up. He gives a nod of approval.
“A fair retort,” he concedes. “That maternal bond is its own scarring shackle.”
That admission was the first true crack in the wall between them. Or so Matsuda supposed, and he felt himself slip just a little bit further.
What a headache...
���Anyway,” he went on with a wave of his hand. “It’d be incredibly foolish to give you my true name, right? If telling a demon my name gives them possession of my soul and telling them my birthday gives them control of my life... Then telling someone like you...”
Tanaka nodded again, grinning so widely it was damn near grotesque.
“I see...the sharp-tongued fool is still retaining a sharp mind...”
I shouldn’t have played along even in jest. Fuck.
“What special abilities do you possess?” Tanaka purrs, drawing closer now. “What hidden capabilities have you acquired?”
Tanaka stalks even closer, his eyes are flashing with curiosity and hunger. Probably because this fucking weirdo wouldn’t understand a normal interaction if it bit him in the face.
I still hate that stare. I fucking hate that stare.
“You already know that,” Matsuda snapped, forcing himself to stay relaxed. “Neurology is my talent. You even know my name and birthday because of those damn student files...”
Calm down, calm down. It’s just fucking Tanaka—
Tanaka does halt. His head tilts quizzically.
“Hmph.” With nostrils flaring, Tanaka seemed to duck into his own scarf. “I suppose you are human after all.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“Simple.” Tanaka chuckled. “I sensed your apprehension, Matsuda Yasuke. I sensed—and yet, I could tell it was not a chill brought about by the Ice Kingdom.”
Matsuda does flinch at that.
“I shall take my leave for now so that you may re-gather your peace,” Tanaka declared. “Till next time, sharp-tongued fool.”
Tanaka gave him a salute. Matsuda barely had a chance to wave back before Tanaka flipped his scarf and coat so that it would dramatically billow behind him as he made his overly dramatic exit. So fucking extra, and yet—
He left so that I could take the time to calm down.
And how the hell was he supposed to feel about that?
--
“Even now, I can hear the crackling of the Ice Kingdom’s barrier.” Tanaka was cackling. Another beautiful day. Yet somehow this weirdo was set on shrouding himself in asinine mystery as well as his own dark layers. How the hell was he not burning up?
Tanaka noticed his staring and merely smirked. “What brings you today, Matsuda Yasuke?”
Aah. Even with that pompous fucking tone, it’s an understandable question.
“I don’t like things to be unbalanced,” he said which was a bald-faced lie but sounded persuasive enough. “Since you interrogated me last time, I thought I’d ask you a few questions of my own.”
“Hmph!” Tanaka snorted. “You seek a comprehension that may underlie a deep terror that cannot be contained! Do you not fear for your sanity?”
“No, I’m insane already,” Matsuda said flatly. “I drove myself insane years ago.”
“Is that SO?!” Tanaka boomed, incredulous or admiring, Matsuda wasn’t sure. “Your humanity is one that only hangs by a thread, then?!”
I...can’t disagree with that, huh.
Matsuda shrugged.
“We’re not supposed to be talking about me. Let’s talk about you.”
Tanaka remained guarded but gave a nod.
“Very well. Demi-human or no, I shall not lose to you.”
That’s more like it. You’re much less annoying this way.
“What talents do you have?” he settles on since it’s only fair. “Even if it’s not the full roster, I’d like to know some...special abilities.”
“You shall only get a portion,” Tanaka said, sniffing. “Despite my appearance, I’m an active fiend. Between sorcery and human hunting, I manage my website.”
Matsuda blinked, trying to imagine this guy at a computer. Actually, it was really easy to imagine. There’s no way Tanaka learned to talk like an edgelord on his own.
I bet he spends a lot of time looking up stupid shit like Norse mythology. But, if he has a website, then...
“I have encrypted my research with magic,” Tanaka informed him. “Thus, only those worthy can gain access.”
...if he means through password then I could probably hack in with ease.
“If I had to guess what kind of research it was,” Matsuda mused. “Then—probably something like a pet diary, right?”
There were a series of muffled squeaks from Tanaka’s scarf. Tanaka burst into a boisterous boom of laughter.
“Even with your wits, you would only be able to access the dummy site!” Tanaka grinned victoriously, even though no conflict had taken place. “Your skill level would only open the gates of the Exciting Breeding Journal.”
“...Alright. That’s fine by me.”
You’re literally here because of your talent in animal husbandry.
“Favorite food?” Matsuda asked next. Tanaka stiffened. Growled, even. Because he was pissed off about getting such a lukewarm response? Matsuda didn’t bother inquiring, instead pressing, “Do you have one?”
“The orange melon that bears the face of the devil,” Tanaka huffed, put out. “No other food compares in terms of high nutrients or versatility in cooking methods. More importantly, its seeds are the most effective food source for my Four Dark Devas of Destruction.”
...a pumpkin. He’s talking about a pumpkin, right?
“However! Those seeds must be carefully washed, carefully dried, carefully peeled,” Tanaka rambled on. “And lightly fried.”
“How meticulous,” Matsuda muttered. “But nothing less for...them.”
“Indeed. A difficulty that beguiles pain and pleasure alike matters not in the face of a grand purpose.”
I can agree with that even if I hate how it’s worded.
“There is more when it comes to the caring of beasts,” Tanaka rumbled. “Shall I lead you deeper?”
“Uh.” Matsuda waved his hand. “Next time. Let’s talk more next time.”
Tanaka gave him a truly wicked grin. For once, it actually felt malicious.
“Take as much time you need to prepare yourself, sharp-tongued fool.”
Matsuda made a face but bit his tongue.
Piece of shit.
--
Tanaka wasn’t out and about today at the ranch. He wasn’t in the diner, either. It went to reason that he was likely in his cottage.
It’s only because I found some pumpkin seeds that I’m even going...
When he knocked on the door, he found it unlocked. Since he wasn’t an animal, he was going to wait for Tanaka to answer the door rather than barge in but...
“Ku—!”
He heard a noise. A sharp, strangled sound that was undeniably made through gritted teeth. Matsuda opened the door immediately.
“Is everything alright?”
And indeed—Tanaka was holding his bloodied hand in a death grip. The hamsters were chirping and chittering, but unaffected. What happened was clear, especially in how Tanaka’s shoulders were hunched.
Thankfully, Matsuda carried around packets of wet wipes. He rummaged through his pocket for one, stepping forward and reaching out.
“Let me...”
“NO!” Tanaka shrieked, and like a startled beast he scrambled away from his hand. He was panting, still gripping his injury with a wide and wild-eyed stare. Seeing Matsuda there did little to calm him down, as he growled, “The blood that flows through my veins bears a fearsome curse. You must step away now to spare yourself their potency.”
Thankfully, Matsuda carried around disposable gloves. He slipped them on, tearing the wet wipe packet open, and made his way closer.
“Come on. We really don’t want that bite to get infected.”
“This is not my first blood sacrifice,” Tanaka snarled, even showing his teeth. Gross. “I have no need for your medical sorcery. And furthermore, that meager covering...!”
“Oh my fucking god, shut the hell up.” Matsuda snatched up his hand, prying the other off as Tanaka shrieked some more. Thankfully, Matsuda was able to pull it away and got to work dabbing and cleaning the wound. Tanaka had completely frozen now, but Matsuda was still fuming.
“Don’t ever fucking call me meager,” he snapped, and thankfully Tanaka had spare clean bandages for him to re-wrap his hand with. “Crude and foolish I’ll take. Meager I won’t.”
Tanaka finally scoffed as Matsuda made sure the bandaging was secure.
“A demi-human like you has such pride.”
Look who’s fucking talking.
“You should not have endangered yourself, however,” Tanaka went on. “I was not telling falsehoods about my poisonous blood. It is only by a thread that you have not already deteriorated. As crude and foolish as you are, I do not desire your demise.”
“I’ve dealt with my fair share of poison, so you’re worrying too much,” Matsuda replied but winced from a sudden headache. As he rubbed removed his gloves to rub his temples, Tanaka stood up.
“You once again face the ramifications for your hubris!” he exclaimed and rushed back to deal with his hamsters. “I grant you relief, and I advise you to take your leave immediately.”
“I’m fucking fine, it’s just a migraine,” Matsuda griped and disposed of the gloves and wipes. “Should you really be handling those hamsters again so soon?”
“They are not mere hamsters!” Tanaka bellowed. “The fangs I have taken are that of the Crimson Steel Elephant, Maga-Z!”
Maga-Z blinked its bright beady eyes at Matsuda.
“For the sake of the Invading Black Dragon, Cham-P,” Tanaka went to coo over the largest hamster which was orange, not black. “A golden demon, one who understands fear all too well... Much attention should be heeded to make sure they do not get overly stressed out... While many devil beasts of this ilk are aggressive and fearfully territorial, the golden variant is the most docile and intelligent. They recognize me as...”
He trails off. It’s as if he’s too moved to speak.
I have heard hamsters had an unnaturally high rate of cannibalism, Matsuda thought. But I suppose like with dog breeds, they come in all sizes...and temperaments...
It was obvious Tanaka knew his shit, being an Ultimate at all. But seeing it firsthand, watching him dote on the beasts with a cottage interior largely dedicated to their cage and tube, the guy definitely loved animals. Like, a lot. Despite his delusions of grandeur, he at least seemed to love animals a healthy, non-obsessive amount.
“They’re living well,” Matsuda commented blandly.
Tanaka scoffed at him.
“For demons that live a mere 1095 days, the luxuries in life mean everything. I would never settle for less.”
“I see...” He scuffed the end of his shoe against the wooden floor. “That’s good.”
Shouldn’t have worn open-toed shoes, but I don’t have any alternatives. Oh, right.
“I got pumpkin seeds.” He tossed the bag and it landed on Tanaka’s lap. The hamsters jumped, and even Tanaka flinched. Matsuda, however, turned on his heel. “Sorry. Bye.”
With that insincere apology, he headed out. He could feel a disproving stare on his back but that didn’t lessen his steps in the slightest.
--
His favorite chicken-turned-cow was in a good mood today. She was accepting pets and even nipping at his fingers. All he had on him was candy. Not any fruit much less hay although...
“If you plan to feed that creature, you should be wary of apples,” Tanaka rumbled from behind. Where the fuck he came from, Matsuda wasn’t sure, but he wasn’t surprised to be hearing from him. “You can risk over-eating which will cause a bloated stomach for the animal.”
“Ah, thanks for the advice,” Matsuda said sincerely, turning back and frowning when he noticed the other’s own hanging head. “What’s with the long face?”
“I would hope that you do not consider that creature to be your familiar, Matsuda Yasuke,” Tanaka murmured sullenly and solemnly. Like he had come across something truly pitiful to the point of depressing.
Although he seems more focused on the cow itself...
“I don’t have a familiar,” Matsuda huffed.
Tanaka quirks an eyebrow at him. Furrows it, even, as if Matsuda is the one not making sense. How seriously annoying. But rather than inquire further, Tanaka just shakes his head.
“Creatures like that one are born to be slaughtered,” he said, turning on his heel. “What a wretched fate, one that cannot be escaped even with the use of the Evil All-Seeing Eye. If one is to form a bond with such an unfortunate beast, they will invite only calamity.”
“That’s...” Not necessarily true. There is livestock out there allowed to live full lives. But they’re exceptions that prove the rule, I suppose. And the fact that I even thought to use a word like allowed... “Woof.”
Tanaka barked back. “This sentimentality only arose because I have not encountered any new beasts. I shall go searching as to put my mind at ease.”
He walked on, and Matsuda found himself following. Tanaka didn’t seem to mind at all. The opposite, in fact.
“There are many creatures I’ve tamed, sharp-tongued one,” Tanaka went on to say. “The Cerberus. The Phoenix. Even then Midgardian Serpent.”
Looks like I was right on the money about him looking up Norse shit. That’s just another fucking word for Earth, asshole. I’ve read enough shitty fantasy manga to know.
“I saw a toucan one time,” he commented in lieu of verbalizing his thoughts. “And I guess there are the seagulls. Or those mascots.”
“Those uncute fiends cannot be trusted with their speech,” Tanaka hissed. “As for the others... Ah, the ravenous, feathered beasts.” Tanaka nodded sagely with approval at that one. “They are a perilous project as they are quite fearless and impulsive. Even when greater threats arise, they gather like a court waiting to hand down judgment.”
I think...that’s more something that crows do rather than seagulls.
He does think about it though, birds judging one another. If he looked up, he’d even see a seagull or two soar overhead. A phrase rose to his mind, unbidden.
When the seagulls cry...
“Hm?” Tanaka paused when he noticed that Matsuda had stopped dead in his tracks. He turned, and whatever expression was on Matsuda’s face—whatever that was had Tanaka clicking his tongue. “What is on your mind?”
“Something stupid,” he grumbled, shaking his head. “Even in peaceful times, I can’t help but worry about how easily things fall apart. Sometimes for something as petty as a broken promise.”
Is it speech alone that gives us the means of betraying one another?
Tanaka did stiffen.
“It sure is fortunate for us that we’ve yet to deal with any storms,” Matsuda went on to say. “In fact, it’s perfect weather every single day. Isn’t that strange? It almost doesn’t feel real, and if it’s not real... Does anything that happens here matter?” He paused again. “Like I said. It’s stupid.”
“Your inane ponderings still have an air of malice,” Tanaka muttered darkly.
Huh.
“Are you saying I’m someone to be on guard around?” He cracked a dry smile. “I’m not that fucking interested in messing with people. I just lack patience.”
Tanaka gave him a look. Wordlessly, he shook his head.
“I think... I will seek solace elsewhere. Do not follow me.”
Matsuda didn’t. Simply watched the other go. It might’ve been one of those annoying situations where the person was saying the exact opposite of what they wanted, but even if he could tell that was the case, he still wouldn’t have followed.
After all.
He lacked patience.
--
Tanaka seemed especially moody today. Although no matter how sullen his air was, the island sun wouldn’t let up in the slightest. In a way, that was pretty cruel, right? In that much light, it made it difficult to hide. Or something like that.
Wonder what he’s being so fucking temperamental about...
Matsuda makes his way over, waving as he does. He stops, however, when Tanaka regards him coldly.
“Matsuda Yasuke,” he rumbled in a gravelly tone of voice. “The sharp-tongued fool whose practices engage in the constitution of the mind... Would you like to duel?”
Huh?
Matsuda dropped his hand.
“...have you finally fucking gone actually insane?” He sighed. “Don’t answer that. No, I don’t want to duel. And if you push it, I’ll leave. I don’t have time for that bullshit.”
Tanaka’s cold stare became more of a glare.
“I’m afraid I do not have such luxury around you,” Tanaka said sharply. “You grind down my defenses with this continued, unsightly association. Despite wearing the face of a human, you, Matsuda Yasuke are...!”
“I’m just human,” Matsuda replied before he could finish. With an unimpressed shrug, he added. “And if you wanted me to stop bothering you, all you had to fucking do was say so.”
“I allowed these exchanges out of a sense of curiosity, arrogantly unheeding the danger,” Tanaka went on, muttering as he did. “Truly, I have been foolish.”
The sun shone down on him. On a day this bright, there wasn’t anyone to hide. Tanaka ‘Gundam’ looked a bit ill. When Matsuda took a step closer, however, he recoiled. With a sharp hiss, Tanaka held up his hand in warning.
Like an agitated cat.
Matsuda drew back with a sigh.
Someone like this—really is so needlessly fucking difficult. And for what? An inflated sense of importance? Wasn’t getting into Hope’s Peak enough?
...if he complained too much, he’d veer uncomfortably close to hypocrisy.
Hope’s Peak was just another step for me, but I wonder what it was for someone like this? Where the hell would he be if he didn’t get in? Honestly—I doubt it would’ve been all that significant.
“Alright,” he said. “Did you get anything out of our interactions at least?”
Tanaka stared at him, but being a normal fucking person without magical powers, Matsuda was more than capable of staring back, unaffected. For some reason, Tanaka did shy back a little.
“I have keenly observed you,” he said lowly. “Namely how your regard only shifts when directed towards creatures already marked for death. I suspect—you are a creature of calamity. The eye of the storm.”
“So, what,” Matsuda drawled. “Like a demon?”
Tanaka hummed, seemingly considering it. “No... That is not quite right.”
“I’m not sure what you mean, then,” Matsuda huffed, waving his hand dismissively. “But—I think I get what you’re saying. I just think it’s funny coming from you—and that you don’t understand.”
Tanaka’s stare blazed with an offense, and Matsuda paid no heed at all.
“How I regard creatures marked for death...” Matsuda snorted. “I’m a fucking doctor. Obviously, I treat them differently. It’s part of my fucking job.”
Although he’s referring to the cow, isn’t he? Seriously...
“I guess it’s weird,” he admitted. “With how shitty of an attitude I have. But I take my job seriously. If you can’t get something that simple, then your Evil All-Seeing Eye is pretty fucking lacking.”
“You...” Tanaka growled. “You’re truly impertinent. You wield your blade recklessly and foolishly. You and I both know—that it runs deeper than mere duty for you, Matsuda Yasuke.”
...so what if it does?
He supposes he should be impressed that Tanaka isn’t that fucking dense. That the animal freak is, in fact, a little perceptive.
Smiling mirthlessly, Matsuda reached out to pat the flinching other’s shoulder. He gripped him for just a moment.
“That’s all you need to know about me,” he murmured into Tanaka’s ear before pulling back. “I think we’re at enough of an understanding. Thanks for your time.” He gave a salute as he headed on his way. “We don’t need to talk again. We especially don’t need to duel. Have a wonderful fucking day.”
“One day,” Tanaka swore. “You will meet your cruel, disastrous end. That is the decree of the Tanaka Kingdom!” As Matsuda got further away, Tanaka boomed after him. “Mark my words, sharp-tongued FOOL! You are MARKED for des—!”
It was such a headache that Matsuda tuned him out. But as he found himself alone, he did wonder.
Marked for destruction? Or something else? Despite all that time, rather than growing close, that weirdo is now convinced that I’m hopeless. He might be right. Actually, I’d still consider us closer if he can recognize that. I still don’t really care. I don’t.
He walked on, moving forward because he had nowhere else to go.
Decree. What a fucking riot. If I do die, it won’t be because of an idiot like him. But whatever makes him feel better I suppose.
Matsuda shook his head, brushing the whole thing aside except...
If I die... It won’t be until I reach the very fucking pits. I won’t settle for anything less.
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Demi Bourbon x fem!Reader (smut)
Warnings: nsfw, lesbian sex, drunk consent, drunk sex, sex in confined space, alcohol, collar/leash play, reader is thicc, unedited
You’ve been in the manor for quite a while, and you’re feeling kind of lonely. You’re not one to make friends or socialize, but everyone seems so nice and you maybe want to give it a shot. Especially this one girl, Demi Bourbon.
You always envied her for her friendliness, you’ve always wanted to be friends with her, maybe even more, but you never built up the confidence to actually talk to her. One day, you were wracking up the confidence to start a conversation with her again, but it seems she beat you to it.
She walks up to you and stops at a comfortable distance away from you, sensing your anxiety. “Hi! I’m Demi. Demi Bourbon.” She didn’t speak too loudly, not wanting to scare you away or make you uncomfortable. You assume she knew you were trying to talk to her, noticing your small stares and uncomfortable shifting towards her.
“Me and a few friends are going to head over to the bar to grab a few drinks and hang out, you’re welcome to join us but don’t feel too pressured to. If you do decide to though, we’re going to be near the front doors of the manor, okay?” She tried her best not to make you feel pressured, and you noticed it. Feeling your heart flutter from her consideration of your feelings, you nodded.
Replying with a small determined, “I-I’ll be there.” She smiled widely at you, clearly ecstatic that you accepted. “Awesome! G-great wow um, so I’ll see you in an hour!” She waved goodbye, happily skipped away.
An hour later I made my way to the agreed location. Demi sees me and gives me her hand to hold. Once I take it she leads me outside of the manor doors with a group of her friends waiting outside. You see a few familiar faces; Vera, Martha, Fiona, Eli and surprisingly, Emily is here too. I never thought of her as the drinking type. We call enough cabs to fit the 7 of us and head over to the town pub. Its dark out, even though it’s only 6pm. “Have you ever went out drinking before?” Demi asked me. I respond with a truthful “No.” she hums understandingly, and the rest of the ride is filled with a comfortable silence.
We arrive at the pub, and surprisingly, it’s not as crowded as I thought it would be. We walk in and grab a few seats. It’s all comfortable, normal conversation before all the ruckus starts when Demi starts chugging several whiskey bottles. I’ve never had strong alcohol before, only small sips of my moms wine or my dad’s beer.
I ordered a beer, considering it doesn’t have too much alcohol, but enough to make me at least enjoy this experience. I thought I’d only be drinking one bottle and call it a night, but everyone started to cheered me on to down some shots, and damn, the burn in my throat felt good. I’d finish shot after shot, and eventually, I was drunk as balls. Everyone else was too, but it was weird considering I’ve never been drunk before.
I felt really hot, and started taking off my sweater, revealing my graphic t-shirt to everyone else. It was of a show I really liked as a kid, and wearing it on my shirt made me feel nostalgic. “Heyyyyy I *hic* know that shooowwww!” Demi said, slurring her words together, pointing at the print on my chest.
“Hehhee,, it was my favourite when I was a *hic* kid...” I managed to spit out some words. I felt good, but it also feels so, so strange. “hehe, me too...” Demi got quieter, she looked at me with a dazed look on her face and grabbed my collar to pull me closer to her. Then all of a sudden, she started kissing me-no, not just kissing- Full. On. Making. Out.
I couldn’t tell if my face was red from blushing or from being the alcohol, but I was into it, and so was she. She let go of my collar and started to wrap her arms around my neck, and I placed my hands on her sides while pushing my face harder and harder into hers. She started to pull away and said “Let’s take this somewhere else, yeah?”
She breathed out, out of breath from earlier. I agreed and we started walking around the bar, looking for somewhere private to do the dirty. We found the janitors closet unlocked, and decided to do it there. We rejected the idea of doing it in a pub washroom cause there’s probably going to be people walking in to hurl or take a fat dump, and that would totally ruin the mood.
We open the door and turn the lights on, then close it and lock it once we’re inside. It’s pretty spacey, and it smells pretty okay from all the lemon and lime scented cleaning supplies. Demi takes my shirt collar again and we continue making out for a few minutes, then she starts unbuttoning her shirt and unbuckling her belt, and I’m feeling hotter, if that’s even possible.
She takes them off and lays it on the empty section of the shelf with the belt behind her. She’s wearing this black lace bra, and her boobs are huge. I’m getting insecure about mine, and when she walks over to me to help get my clothes off, her breasts bounce with every step. She’s probably a DDD cup.
I’m just a (c/s) cup. “Are you sure you want to do this?” She whispered this in my ear, and I almost closed my legs from how horny I’m getting from this. “Yes. I want to do it so hard with you.” I feel so dirty saying this, but I’m drunk, so who cares. Let’s have sex!
I take off my pants and shoes on my own while she takes off her apron thing and leggings. I’m feeling really embarrassed and insecure of my body. I have hip dips, and a little muffin top starting to spread. My arms are a little flabby, and my thighs are definitely on the thick side.
Demi has a gorgeous body, tall, but not too tall, slim, wide hips, big boobs, skinny waist, perfectly balanced. Perfect. At least in my eyes she is. She eyes me up and down while smirking. Not even being drunk can make me confident. My self esteem is non existent.
Her smile grows wider when our eyes meet. “Oh, Y/N, you look gorgeous. I never thought you’d have such a hot body, hiding under all those baggy clothes.” She starts walking towards me and grabs my arms to pull them away from me trying to hide my tummy. She starts taking her panties off, and I do the same.
She starts sucking on her fingers to get them nice and wet, the starts rubbing my already wet cunt with her middle and ring finger, I jump at the feeling, I’ve never been touched there by anyone else before. We start kissing again, more gently this time though.
She backs me up onto wall and continue, then she shoves her fingers up my hole, slowly, and I can’t help but yelp a little “nnhgg hhh” I start breathing a little heavier, even though we’ve barely started. “Relax, you’re doing great.”
She reassures me, and I believe her. She starts groping my boobs with her other hand, and picks up the pace with fingering. We keep making and she keeps fingering me until I cum. I’m so drenched down there, I want to do something that’ll please her.
“Can I uh- lick you down there?” I sound so sheepish, so embarrassed. She just said sure, and we started. Her back was against the door while I was on my knees bellow her, face right in front of her cunt.
I start etching closer, and start licking her parts. She lets out a quiet groan, and I go a little deeper. Her thighs are squished against my ears and my mouth and chin are drenched with her wet pussy, and I’m eating her out like there’s no tomorrow.
Her breathing gets heavier, and she lets out a few moans here and there. “Oh, Y/N, you’re amazing!” She gasps out. I’ve never done this before, so I’m glad she’s enjoying it. I start sucking on her clit a little harder than before, and it seems she’s about to cum.
She lets out a loud moan and grabs my hair with her hands, while squishing her thighs tighter around my head. After she calms down, I wipe my mouth and stand back up. As I rise, I kiss her legs, then her hips, then her stomach.
Once I get to her breasts, I start sucking on her hard nipples and her hand is on my neck, while she moans my name. I start gently rubbing her clit with my hand and start to finger her too. It’s hot and sweaty, I never thought I’d be able to touch Demi like this.
She stops me after a bit, and says “I want to try something different, would you be okay with that?” I replied with an “okay.” and she starts walking back to her pile of clothes. She grabs her belt and walks back over to me, wrapping the belt around my neck like a collar and a leash. “Is this okay?” She asks. “It’s fine.” I reply.
I never thought I’d be into kinky stuff like this, but why not try. We sat on top of a table in the middle on the side of the room, and knocked off all the old rags and cleaning supplies laying on it. She leads me with the belt collar over to the table and we sit on top if it.
She asks me to spread my legs, and I do as she says. She does the same, and gets closer, close enough to rub our cunts together. She keeps her hand tight on the belt, tugging on it sometimes. She uses her other hand to rub our clits a bit more, and I feel like I’m about to cum again.
We keep doing this, getting all wet on each other, her keeping a tight grip on the belt leash. After that, we put our clothes back on and head back to our group to not keep them waiting.
The ride back to the manor was silent, but when I was twisting my doorknob to go back to my room, she walked past me and whispered in my ear “we should do that again, sometime. Maybe in a bed.” and continued her way down the hall while chuckling to herself a little.
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Dancing With The Devil Parts One and Two Thoughts/Moments That Stuck Out
(I’m going to put this under a read more before it’s long, but be aware there’s going to be talk about death, sexual violence, eating disorders and drug use)
General thoughts:
So I’ve made it pretty clear that I was definitely nervous about this coming out. Any long term Demi fan knows that making these documentaries have not turned out well for Demi in the past. Likewise, I have other concerns surrounding it. In saying that, I am also not egotistical to think that I know for sure this will be different or even if it’s not, that I can change things. I also feel a little better knowing that most of what was said so far has already been spoken about in interviews rather than it all coming out at once. Either way, as always, I wish Demi nothing but the best and hope that she is currently as okay as the documentary makes it seem.
The Scrapped Documentary:
One thing that really stuck out to me as soon as it was said was the implication that her friends lied their way through the documentary that never got released. On one hand it feels like a very friend thing to do, like we’ve all been there and done it with good intentions even if it was the wrong call to make. But I definitely think that when considering that the person who called 911 felt like they had to sneak away to make the call and everyone talking about how controlled they felt by having to be careful about food and substances around Demi, there seemed to be a major push to save face and save Demi’s celebrity persona over Demi. And I mean there’s no shock about that, we all assumed Phil wasn’t just in it for Demi’s health.
But what I do find interesting is how Demi’s friend still believes that her old team meant well but was just unequip for dealing with mental issues. Once upon a time, I felt the same. Again, obviously they wanted her well for their own sake because they were making money from her, but I believed they at least wanted her well. But the melon cake revelation changed that for me. Like at that point I went from “The label clearly favoured Nick Jonas and didn’t handle things well but maybe he genuinely thought Demi couldn’t handle it” to “Demi’s team did not give the slightest fuck about her”. So I find it interesting that it didn’t for her friend and makes me wonder just how much of this saving face came from Demi herself (or what she thought she wanted) compared to her team. This is especially the case given the focus, and particularly Dallas’ words, on how she didn’t choose to be a role model but felt she had to be for her fans.
The Death Of Demi’s Father:
A little confession for you all, I almost quit watching this documentary 6 1/2 minutes into the first part. While I feel like almost everything else said in this documentary was at very least alluded to if not flat out said in interviews, this hit me over the head. I am someone who is estranged from their own father and knows that his epilepsy could cause his death at any time should a fit get that bad and that he doesn’t really have anyone who would be consistently checking in on him. So the fear of him decomposing in his flat all alone is one that is all too relatable to me. It is also relatable in terms of my mother, but at least she has my brother who wants to stay at home forever and I would call her even if I moved out, so it’s less likely. So yeah, the way Demi said it and knowing that Father’s Day passed in that time and she probably spends every Father’s Day regretting she didn’t call stings a lot and will almost definitely stay with me for a long time.
I also related to her talking about her guilt of not helping him the way she feels she’s helped other with her advocacy more than I’d like. While not drug related, I’ve spoken a few times on my blog about how I reached a point with my mother’s bipolar and need for remedies to the legal issues that worsened her health where I gave up despite still advocating for others. And she’s pointed that out. But ultimately Demi and her loved ones are right; a person needs to want help to give it to them and trying to force help doesn’t work. It didn’t for Demi’s father and it didn’t for her until she was ready.
Demi’s Drug Use:
I didn’t actually realise Sirah was Demi’s sober companion and while I didn’t really know anything about her beforehand, I think her parts were among my favourites so far. She was honest, emotional, informative and really contextualised what she was saying not only in terms of Demi but addicts as a whole.
Unfortunately one of the most relatable parts of this documentary so far was when everyone spoke about how Demi seemed normal in the weeks before her overdose. To this day, a lot of my then loved ones, whether it be family or friends, still don’t know I went to rehab in my teens. A lot of the people who do know now didn’t find out about it until years later when I was ready to talk about it. Looking back, the only really clear sign I showed that something was “wrong” is that I went from being a teacher’s pet to skipping a lot of classes and heading home for lunches instead of hanging with friends. But given a lot of my friends knew I had gone through trauma and a separate death in the year before, they didn’t think anything of it. Like from memory, I think at “worse” there was a joke made about I had become one of them and cared about school less. Granted there is always the case that they realised but never said anything, but yeah, at least from where I’m standing, they never knew. And that’s why I will never judge loved ones of someone who does anything negative off the bat, because it, and especially addiction, can be so easy to hide.
I also find it really interesting and relatable that Demi linked her drinking with drugs like that. I spoke about this the other day in an ask, but the two have always been super linked to me. But what I find most interesting is that she spoke about it in connection to negative emotions. Because while yes, I have always connected both with negative emotions, for me, being in a negative mood has somewhat made it easier to not relapse over the years because I could justify it with “well I’m feeling bad, of course I want something to pick me up. That doesn’t make it what I need though”. Meanwhile, I found out last year that I still feel that need to use when drinking in a good mood and that freaked me out to the point I don’t drink at all anymore. Either way though, like I said, it was an interesting point to bring up the connection and definitely relatable.
This isn’t really about the documentary itself, but it really hit me how far I have personally come when she spoke about and started playing Sober. Like at the time Sober was released, I was so close to relapsing myself that I couldn’t bring myself to listen to it straight off and yet now I am really starting to feel like I reached a place where the future looks so bright.
The Sexual Assault:
I don’t really have much to say here past “god I wish this wasn’t so relatable”. During my time using, and even the early days of trying to get clean, I had someone in my life that would constantly try to start something sexual with me and when they realised I wouldn’t do it, they drugged me and did it anyway. And while that is clearly sexual violence, there still very much was that stigma of ‘well I was getting high with them anyway” and feeling like that made it consensual and realising down the track that no, it really didn’t. And while not part of the documentary itself (yet), Demi talking in an interview about how she invited the drug dealer back to her house to “make things right” afterwards really hurt my heart knowing how long I spent with the same delusion that this person would make amends too.
Other/Final Thoughts:
I find it interesting that Demi noted that this pandemic is pretty much what made her stop and fully comprehend all of her past trauma. In many ways, it reminds me of sentiments that Taylor has said in regard to Folklore and Evermore, so it’ll be interesting to see just how much of that makes it onto Dancing With The Devil: The Art Of Starting Over. I also find it interesting that according to wikipedia, the last part is meant to come out after the album which could be an implication that the album finishes at a point of Demi’s life before the documentary finishes.
All up, this documentary gives me a similar vibe to Taylor’s documentary Miss Americana where it somewhat feels like it’s more for the casual/non-fans because anyone who pays attention to Demi’s recent interviews will have heard/at least been alluded to nearly all of this information already. That in no way makes it a bad (half of a) documentary, it’s just an observation. In many ways, I also feel like that’s what made the content about her father hit harder too because it was new or things she has not spoken about in a while. It will be interesting to see where the next two parts go from here in terms of being more positive and/or the nitty gritty of picking yourself back up. Either way, I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.
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