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starsofmilos · 4 months ago

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Holding Back (Adrian Chase x reader)

Synopsis: You're an immortal. Adrian is not. You fall in love with a version of him each and every time. Only to outlive him.

So I had this idea while listening to the song 'I Know You,' by Faye Webster. I recommend.

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Warnings: mentions of sex, angst, fluff, cursing, mentions of violence, guns, blood, murder

"You're holding me and holding back I don't really care for that Just you"

Adrian didn't wanna go out tonight. He said he wouldn't, but the team wanted him to go.

So here he was sat here at the bar ordering a beer as he waited for Chris to show up. He didn't notice you.

The pretty girl who had been working the bar. The girl who couldn't help but look at him as if you saw a ghost. The girl who's hand shook as you handed him a beer.

"This isn't what I ordered miss-" Adrian froze as he looked up seeing you. Actually seeing you. He adjusted his glasses.

"Hi.." He breathed out. A warm feeling spread throughout him. He grinned at you.

It was like something struck his chest. He couldn't describe it but you were..

You were so beautiful..

"So this isn't your drink? I'm sorry call it an old habit I guess. I'll get you what you ordered sorry-"

"No no! I want this beer. I'll take it your fine." Adrian grinned at you. You gave him a nervous smile. He took it sipping it.

"Holy shit this is amazing." You fidgeted with your hands.

"Yeah I figured you would like that one." He couldn't stop staring at you. "Well I'll be getting back to work now."

"What's your name?" Adrian asked you.

"What?"

"Your name? I'm so sorry I must be acting like such a weirdo. I'm Adrian and I plan on ordering this beer again so incase I forget the name of it..Can I have your name?"

"Oh..I'm Y/N.." You gave him a smile.

"Y/N..that's such a pretty name.." You grew flustered as he couldn't help but stare at you.

"Thank you..Adrian.." You walked away giving him another glance. He looked just the same as always.

Adrian jumped feeling a hand on his shoulder. "Dude why are you staring at the bartender?" Chris had arrived.

"Oh I just ordered a drink."

"That's not your usual though." Chris gave him a confused look.

"I wanted to try something new okay!" Adrian snapped out. He shook his head.

Chris laughed a bit. "Alright dude my bad. You mind calling her back? I wanna order a drink now."

"Uh sure sure sure." Adrian looked at you giving you a grin again. You smiled waving at him. He waved you over.

"There's a pause between every minute Feelin' like I need something It's just you"

You giggled as Adrian kissed your neck. "Man am I so happy you came home with me."

"Well you're cute and you got me pizza so I couldn't pass up an opportunity to be with you." Adrian laughed kissing you.

"Now look I latched on and didn't let go and I will never let you go." You giggled kissing his lips. "I don't know how to explain it. I just felt attached to you. Like it happened so fast.”

Your smile faltered a bit at his words. Adrian lifted his head feeling you tense. “What’s wrong?” He asked caressing your cheek.

“Nothing..just happy to be here with you.” You relaxed again. He kissed your lips.

“I’m happy to be here with you too. Now wanna cuddle and watch movies?” He asked running his hand down your stomach. You giggled feeling ticklish.

“Yeah I’d love that a lot.” He smiled at your words kissing you again. He really couldn’t explain it. He just felt it in his heart.

“I know I know

I know I know

you..

You…”

“Adrian I don’t-“

“ITS NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!!” Adrian shouted cutting you off. His hands urgently reaching for his mask.

You stood in shock feeling the blood soak through your shoes. Your socks now drenched.

In all the lives you’ve lived, you have seen your fair share of dead people. You’ve seen Adrian die in almost every life time you’ve been with him, but this was different.

You had never seen him standing over the dead people.

“Honey please please it’s not what it looks like.” He panted ripping his Vigilante mask off. “I swear please baby.” He reached for you desperate.

Your eyes snapped to his. Shock was coursing through you but the one thing that also flowed through you was love.

Adrian was and will always be the love of your life. No matter what.

Your hand lifted grasping his ignoring the blood on them. “It’s okay.” Adrian looked in shock by your words. You leaned in your lips meeting his gently. “I know you. It’s okay.” You reassured.

He grasped at you yanking your body to his. Neither of you caring of the blood all over or the dead body in the room. At least you knew in this lifetime Adrian could protect himself.

“I'll quiet down if it's what you want

I understand I'm not the only one

For you”

“So peacemaker and me totally fucking nerfed this guy and then he spit out a fucking Butterfly from his mouth! So I freak out and I shoot him-“

“Adrian you’re literally missing your pinky toe.” You lectured him as you tended to his wounds. “This is not funny to me. He let you get tortured.”

“Well yeah but he also couldn’t give up information so I understand-“

“Yeah well I don’t. You call him your best friend but he could even fucking stop a guy from torturing you.”

“Y/N…” Adrian sighed out. “It’s not a big deal-“

“Yes it is.” You cut him off. “I’m sorry honey but this is big deal to me. You’re hurting. And if this me sitting here instead you’d have a lot more to say.”

“Yeah but this isn’t you! God why do I even bother speaking you have some type of lecture waiting for me.” Adrian snapped out.

“You did not just say that to me.” You snapped out standing up. Adrian sighed looking away.

“Okay…make sure to keep your wounds clean.” Adrian’s eyes widened seeing you grab your bag.

“Baby where are you going-“

“Away from you since all I seem to do is fucking annoy you.” You yelled back as tears welled in your eyes.

“I didn’t say that!” Adrian argued. “You’re putting words in my mouth.”

“Every time I find you I get so happy but then forget how much of an ass you are.” You sniffled as you cried.

“Babe what do you mean?” He asked confused by your wording. You ignored him storming out.

“So tell me what you're looking for

Is it a picture-perfect girl

For you?”

You laid in bed replaying the argument with Adrian in your head. You loved him more than anything in your life.

Could this be the end? No it couldn’t possibly be? You’ve had worser disagreements in the past. Well your past lives that is.

It was exhausting losing Adrian.

A knock on your window interrupted your thoughts. Peeking through you sighed seeing Adrian as Vigilante.

“I don’t wanna talk to you.” You snapped out. Adrian groaned.

“Honey I’m sorry! You were right. I should be more angry about it. I don’t think you lecture me all the time and when you do I know it’s cause you care. I’m just an idiot!”

You opened the window glaring at him. “No you’re just sorry cause you want something not cause you mean it.”

“No I do mean it.” Adrian snapped out. “I do mean that I’m sorry for upsetting you and making you cry. I don’t like doing that.”

You rolled your eyes as he reached forward grasping your chin. “Hey.” He whispered out. “I do mean it. You’re right I’m not sorry for brushing the whole thing off but I am sorry for not taking your feelings into account and not listening to you and making you sad. You only speak to me cause you care and I love you and I’m not ready to lose you.” He whispered out.

You moved aside letting him in. He ripped his mask off lunging for you. His head buried in your neck as he held you. You sighed hugging him back.

“You were also right about another thing. I did come for something and that something is you.” He murmured out. “You’re mine. My girl and I don’t like it when we’re apart and you’re mad at me.” He kissed you softly.

“Here I was thinking you’d break up with me and find someone better.” You teased.

“Never.” Adrian looked at you seriously. “I could never.”

“I know

I know

You

You…”

“So you can’t die.” Adrian repeated your words softly. After project Butterfly, you decided it was finally time to tell Adrian your biggest secret.

“Yes..when I was younger I challenged one of the gods and I lost. He proceeded to curse me with immortality.” I sighed.

“That’s why you never age?” Adrian snapped out. A small short laugh bursted. Out of everything he could’ve said you weren’t expecting that.

“Yeah that’s why I don’t age. I’ve lived through it all Adrian.” You smiled at him. He sighed holding your hand.

“And you know me?..” He repeated again. You nodded standing up.

“This is my photo album that I’ve never shown you..it goes back to when cameras were invented.” Adrian looked through it shocked to see himself over and over.

“Y/N..you fall in love with me over and over again.” He whispered in shock.

“And I standby you as you die too.” You spoke. “I love you Adrian Chase. More than anything in this universe.”

Adrian stood up scooping you up in his arms. “I love you too..I don’t know what to say. This is crazy. Like it’s cool but also like wow. You’re telling me that you fall in love with me over and over?”

“It’s how I knew your favorite that night we met at the bar. I’ve gotten you that same drink so many times.” He laughed at your words.

“I wanna be with you forever.” He whispered out.

“I'm here regardless of the pain

Don't ever tell me to go away

From you”

“ADRIAN!” You yelled for him as you bursted through the hospital doors. Chris stood up going to meet you.

“Y/N! Hey hey calm down he’s in surgery right now as we speak.” He grasped your arm. You yanked away from him.

“You don’t talk to me! You could give two shits about him.” You snapped out. A nurse approached you both.

“Adrian Chase?” She spoke up. Your head snapped up.

“I’m his fiance.” You looked at her worriedly. It was seven pm when you got the call. Adrian had been in a tough fight and took a gunshot for Chris.

You had practically ran yourself here.

The nurse nodded. “He’s in the ICU asking to see you. I could take you back there with him?” She offered softly. “The doctor said his chances are not so good. The gun punctured his upper cavity..”

Your heart dropped at her words. You rushed with her seeing Adrian in his hospital bed. Tears welled in your eyes as you ran to him.

“Adrian..” You whispered out. Your hand grasped his. “I’m right here baby even if you can’t see me I’m right here. I’m not gonna go anywhere.”

Adrian laid barely able to speak. His hand gently squeezed yours back as you kissed his arm. Your head pressed against his shoulder.

“You’re gonna be okay. You have too. I can’t lose you so soon. Please don’t make me lose you so soon.” You sobbed against him.

“When we're old and have to leave the Earth

I'll still remember all I've learned

From you”

You had never once lost Adrian this soon. You were supposed to have a lifetime left before this happened again.

This wasn’t something you had prepared for. Adrian always was unpredictable.

He laid asleep in bed your hand still in his. You weren’t going to leave him. You refused too.

You’d do anything for him.

That includes giving your life away. You grasped his hand tightly.

Something filled you deeply. There was always a part of the curse you were bared that, you didn’t tell Adrian. The only way to cure the curse would be to past it on to the person you love the most.

Immortality was one of your greatest shames though. It wasn’t all it was thought out to be. You didn’t want Adrian to die though.

“This will kill me..” You spoke softly. The second the curse would leave your body, you’d die.

You smiled softly kissing him. “I love you. And I hope you find someone to love again. Maybe in another life we’re happy?..” A small sob left you as you caressed his head letting your life spill into him.

Adrian woke up alone.

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angel-purger · 10 months ago

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⁰¹ As Lovers Do - Yandere! Geto Suguru x Gn! Reader

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Cross-posted on Quotev (@.oc34n1d) and Wattpad (@.heart-stricken)

9,100+ Words.

— Request by the very pleasant Nana ! It took me quite some time to be able to finish this but I really liked how this turned out and I hope you all did too. Again, if you want more detailed one-shots or headcanons, don't be afraid to explain to me in detail about what you want! Writing Geto's shift to obsession was really enjoyable and he's a really complex character. Alongside that, but accurate characterization for both the reader and Geto is so hard to write, so apologies if this took some time to be published. Scroll down for more notes.

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⠀ ⠀Protect human lives, sacrifice your own if you will; devour what is evil. Protect humans, do everything in your power to do so, but never expect to be appreciated by the public eye, shun away from society's admiration— instead being a topic if scorn for being different.

⠀ ⠀Geto abides by his ideology, engraving it in his mind without thought.

⠀ ⠀Protect humans, you are a jujutsu sorcerer for that sole reason.

⠀ ⠀Are human lives worth saving?

⠀ ⠀He can never eviscerate the bitter taste of curses. An unwashed, soiled, and iniquitous taste of death. Like a rag used to repeatedly wipe vomit, feces, and every vile chemical mixed into one. He can taste death, he can feel it lump at his throat at every second; ascending gradually with its acuate, protruding claws. He wants to cry, but every time tears well in his eyes, he is faced with the constant reminder of her death.

⠀ ⠀Riko Amanai, a failed mission, a dead vessel, subsequently leading to the stillbirth of immortality's mortal body to be renewed with Riko's body. Subsequently leading to a doomed future for the lives of people within Japan— a haunting reflection of his failures, failures he could've avoided if he was fast enough, strong enough to predict that fucking bullet.

⠀ ⠀Why wasn't he fast enough?

⠀ ⠀The very morals he so pridefully upheld, all crushed with one single mission. He is a disgrace.

⠀ ⠀Gojo was wrong. Geto and Gojo will never be the "two strongest" sorcerers. There can only be room for number one, and Geto will always be second. Second strongest, second best— so much so to the point that his presence doesn't shine as bright as it ever will be once Gojo is in the room. But that's alright, right? After all, he believes that working under the shadows to mitigate human deaths, without the feel to need gratitude from the very lives he saves, is what is right. And what is right is what is just, right?

⠀ ⠀He discovered that the water inside the shower is frigid when you are alone with only your thoughts accompanying you; like ice shards expending down on his back, like the stab of that human monkey (who defeated him so easily, he can't bring himself to admit). It stabs and it stabs and it stabs. And then he spirals, eyes diluting at the images of defeat. Then suddenly the world around him becomes an audience to his silent suffering. He can hear the cult members smiles, feel every bit of bile rise up his throat, taste the sin of death once more.

⠀ ⠀Geto is done showering.

⠀ ⠀Every day is a loop. Rinse and repeat. Wake up, eat, bathe, missions, more missions, explore some uncharted areas of the city, guarantee that it is safe from curses, go home, rest, dinner, sleep. There are moments where they interchange, but they never change.

⠀ ⠀Very few mention Riko Amanai. After all, she is a topic taboo now, especially since it heavily affected both Gojo and Geto's mentality. In more than different ways in fact.

⠀ ⠀He wants to stop thinking about her. Distractions are not needed in an era full of brimming human life— life that Geto has to, again, protect.

⠀ ⠀Just as he is about to leave his dorm after putting on his everyday school attire (making a mental note to skip breakfast and eat lunch alone), he is notified of a mission. A mission where he has to accompany a rookie sorcerer, a student like him admittedly, and it was a concept he wasn't accustomed to. After all, he was surrounded by talented people, and in a sea of talents, he felt more like a drop of dew— so maybe, despite the strange request from his Sensei, Masamichi Yaga, this would provide him a new opportunity.

⠀ ⠀He hopes it does. Your profile exhibits your meek countenance, like any normal civilian, but you seem strong enough to be scouted. There's not much of a significant presence you display when he read through your documents. Or so he thought.

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⠀ ⠀You became his new, temporary partner (he insists on that status on you, donning a pretty fake smile through his growing eyebags). It was surprising, really, to see you up close after reading through your files. The moment he met you eye-to-eye did he realize you share the same height as him, a few centimeters taller, he could estimate.

⠀ ⠀Geto's preliminary view of you was taken aback when you, albeit awkwardly, mingled with him after both greeting each other. You treated him warmly- like any normal person would- despite being strangers in the eyes of passerby's. Walking on the sidewalk, pretending that the mission you both (more-so you, than him, as he was simply there to accompany you in case of a problematic event) were to undergo didn't involve harrowing exorcism and countless condolences from any deaths involved.

⠀ ⠀Before he could mutter anything further, to proceed on the site of your mission, you'd drag him into, as you state, your favorite chain of street foods. Did you want to distract yourself from furthering your shared mission, or were you idiotic enough to forget to eat breakfast that you'd have to drag his bleary body elsewhere to satisfy your needs? He was pleasantly (or was it hesitatingly?) surprised when you beckon him closer to buy any street food that catches his attention, as long as it is within your school allowance.

⠀ ⠀As he was about to differ from your offer (he didn't want to seem rude to you), your lips thin to a line and your eyebrows furrow (though your entire expression does not scream of angered. Perhaps you are befuddled with yourself?), and you beat him to it, insisting that he was going all his way to entertain you and all; that despite being acquainted only for a short while did you notice how his stomach grumbled loudly and how he didn't even notice the noise his own body made. He realized he was the idiot here, that he ignored his human need to consume actual food rather than curses.

⠀ ⠀Prior to his knowledge of you, you're more caring than what he envisaged. Soft. The qualities very unlike a jujutsu sorcerer should possess unless one wishes for death. Yet, that momentary lapse of emotion in your face tells him you are more than experienced in the field work of jujutsu than what he expected— you are soft, but you are dominating. Caring, but challenging.

⠀ ⠀His mind blanks.

⠀ ⠀Then he finds himself licking off the residue of the bits of fish flakes on the side of his mouth after you both decide on takoyaki. You're both on the sidewalk again, with him stealing (prolonged) glances at you— you acting like nothing has happened, matching his pace as- as equals would.

⠀ ⠀It was strange, for him, to experience this type of casual kindness after a period of solitary confinement from his peers. You were merely treating him, as one co-worker does when wanting to pay a favor to a higher up after given assistance. But why, compared to his other classmates, who in more cases than one pay for their occasional food excursion, does he like it when you domineeringly persisted that you should pay for him. Was he becoming soft? Or was it you that tamed a part of him that he swore was nothing?

⠀ ⠀There were cases your body draws nearer to his whilst you try to make small talk - could you even sense how much he could sense you? - where he could feel the visceral heat off the barrier of the pitch-black fabric you wear. Geto swears he didn't mean to, but he could smell the faint perfume you're donning— it was way different to the smell of crimson he's perpetually exposed to.

⠀ ⠀Your smile. The indistinct crinkle of your eyes, eyes that bounce bashfully from his eyes to the surrounding nature. It's as if, despite your mouth moving automatically, attempting to forgo the small-talk that he started, those sneaky eyes of yours always find it way back to meet his.

⠀ ⠀Were you perhaps admiring him after he regained some energy? It wouldn't be the first time. After all, compared to his white-haired best friend, he was always the more charming one of the two, often attracting ladies he seemingly never bat an eye on. And maybe you were just like them; he would forget you after this mission, and you would simply see him as an unreachable force, a special grade sorcerer whose talents would be a force to reckon with—

⠀ ⠀But maybe he wanted you to idolize him, in a way where you couldn't stand as an equal in power, but you could stand beside him with the power to overcome him more intimately, just like how you, a few moments ago, stood your ground; softly glaring at him like how a lover would to their naturally self-neglectful partner.

⠀ ⠀What was he thinking?

⠀ ⠀If- if maybe he could have known you longer then he would've loved to share his ideologies with you more, share a deeper questioning of society. With how understanding you are, you would empathize with him in a heartbeat. With how quick you slip into the grasp of blunt truth, how easily your eyes would flitter about once faced with a ridiculous statement ("I think it's funny how oblivious humans are, no? They could be killed at any opportunity by curses. How unfortunate is it to be born with nearly no cursed energy... Shouldn't- shouldn't sorcerers just let them be? To rot? After all, saving them means attaining nothing on our part.") he would docilely express— you'd rebut him, but at the same time you would do so with the thought of his ideas in mind.

⠀ ⠀How invigorating must you be?

⠀ ⠀If you share the same sentiment with him then—

⠀ ⠀Then he'll finally have someone to rely on. In a world full of corrupt notions, you could be the only one who would comfort him

⠀ ⠀And God, your presence was really relaxing compared to the odd bunch he surrounds himself with— like a breath of fresh air amidst the fetid scent of curses he devours.

⠀ ⠀The most tantalizing part of you? You haven't even demonstrated your cursed technique, nor your fighting style to him— you've both just arrived at the scene of the crime too. Yet he's convinced that you seem to hold a lot of power over him.

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⠀ ⠀Protect human lives, sacrifice your own if you will.

⠀ ⠀The more that oh-so inspiring phrase repeats itself in his head like a broken record, the more he's stuck in a predicament of wanting and unwanting the want. He should protect them, the people, no?— God, humans are filthy, they're weak. And sorcerers; they don't deserve to be hidden, treated less...

⠀ ⠀You don't deserve to be undermined, especially by that loathsome family of yours.

⠀ ⠀A few days pass and he finds himself seeking your presence out, alas he couldn't. You were a lower rank than him, stuck with lower-ranking missions— and he's a special grade, dragged into countless complex commissions that would surely tire anyone. Anytime he tries to seek you out, he would find himself in another mission assigned by those abhorrent superiors; and that is merely another day without you.

⠀ ⠀Another day where he drowns in melancholic thoughts in the shower; drowns in what-ifs and the motifs of his supposed success of saving Riko. Yet the more time he spends in the showers without seeing that demulcent, yet potent expression of yours; Geto's imaginations drift from the need to finding any meaning of being a jujutsu sorcerer to yearning for the normalcy you unveiled.

⠀ ⠀When was the last time he was able to inhale so freely without feeling the sharp claws sinking its ways to his hard? When was the last time he exhaled without bile climbing up his throat? It's you he's thinking of again. You he associates with peace.

⠀ ⠀The erratic sprinkle of water from the showers doesn't sound like the cult members' laughs anymore... When he turns it off, the accustomed silence accompanied by pitch-sharp wringing was replaced by whispered voices; all the same sounding, yet they make his tense muscles relax. They all sound like you.

⠀ ⠀And...

⠀ ⠀The urge to strike another conversation with you struck itself into his nerves once more.

⠀ ⠀But he couldn't, even if he wanted to- definitely would.

⠀ ⠀So he- he simply has to find another way to know more about you; to check if you always wear that expression of yours, the one he wishes to engrave in his brain. Not only that but, he needs to evaluate your strengths so he could - in his mind - protect you, right? All throughout the mission you were efficient with utilizing your cursed technique, but in the end you had still ended up with minor injuries; some bruises, others scratches. They could turn major if he wasn't there to watch over you once you're faced with stronger, more complex opponents, no?

⠀ ⠀The idea terrorized itself into the core of his amygdala. He feels fear. He has to know more about you.

⠀ ⠀Because he couldn't find you in the period you both are working, with minimum time for breaks, Geto convicted himself to obtrusive methods of locating you.

⠀ ⠀By locating, that means he simply resorted to stalking you, hence how he discovered your not-as-kind family.

⠀ ⠀Your parents, monkeys, with no ounce of cursed energy whatsoever. Whose talents don't even do jackshit for society— who has the audacity to ridicule you like you're nothing but dirt. Rummaging through files he shouldn't have access to, Geto was revealed with information that you were scouted by the school after they found you coping furiously with your cursed technique after an argument which led you to being kicked out of the house you used to live in.

⠀ ⠀You were unaware of your skill, yet you managed to achieve what other sorcerers take time to master. He finds you not only endearing, but enough to be revered by others. But his prior admiration turned into aggravation soon enough after scanning through your files again.

⠀ ⠀You have nowhere to live other than the highschool you both reside in, no one else for a support system, nothing at all. Hell, you're even financially dependent on the allowance of the high school, yet you even went as far as to treat him like it won't cut your budget. Again, you have nothing.

⠀ ⠀But he could change that.

⠀ ⠀He will give you everything you want.

⠀ ⠀If he finds a way to at least convince the higher ups to be given missions that require your presence - he could convince them that he shall be your temporary, no, longterm mentor - then he could be everything for you, and you could care for him too. You both could depend on each other, and he won't be so lonely, no? Won't feel so utterly useless, with no meaning to live life. You could be the very reason he still maintains his cool, the reason why he hasn't killed off those monkeys yet.

⠀ ⠀He will find a way.

⠀ ⠀Geto Suguru always finds a way. He is, after all, a jujutsu sorcerer.

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⠀ ⠀And so you were suddenly wormed beside Geto once more, though you were convinced that this wouldn't be the last time you will be paired with the mysterious man who keeps a composed smile, opposite to when you first met him. His eyebags, too, were smaller, like he has been regaining sleep once more. You couldn't deny that it made him even more handsome than your first impression of him.

⠀ ⠀His curt smile broke into a beam once he noticed you eyeing him up and down.

⠀ ⠀Compared to last time, he seemed healthier. Was there something that induced a sudden change in him? Of course, you can't really assume anything since you have met him only once, but there's something about him that you couldn't pin-point. Despite shining brighter than before - you could describe him akin to the serene atmosphere of winter - there was a hidden undertone to him that scorches you, and you don't know why but you chose to ignore it in favor of prioritizing the newly assigned mission.

⠀ ⠀Looking back, the superiors' evaluation of you suddenly increased; and now you were paired with the special grade again, with no arbitrary explanation as to why him specifically. But it didn't really affect you personally, so there's no need to worry about anything.

⠀ ⠀In the blink of an eye, he was meticulously closer to you, right hand finding its way to your chin as his index finger beckons you to stare into his eyes. He mutters something under his breath, words you couldn't catch on. Then his smile grew wider than ever, you couldn't deny that it charmed even you.

⠀ ⠀"You sure do love staring at me, huh?" Despite the back of his fingers tenderly rubbing the sides of your chin, you couldn't bring it in yourself to pull back, a magnetic force compelling you to linger in your compromising position. Noticing barely any signs of discomfort, Geto's left hand finds itself holding your right and he brings it up near your chest and squeezes it affectionately.

⠀ ⠀Is he flirting with you?

⠀ ⠀"You must be undressing me with your eyes." He purrs, taking it further and kissing your knuckles whilst maintaining eye-contact with you. To that, you unhurriedly take your hand away from his grip (you swear that you nearly feel his clasp on you tightening for a slight second), and chuckled lightly.

⠀ ⠀Your response was curt, "Well, it feels like you are doing the same thing, no?" It's as if you were pretending the abrupt, sensual action he did didn't affect you one bit. He is, you couldn't deny one bit, incredibly attractive and you'd love to reciprocate the flirting but a reminder that he was a year above you and that you barely even know him clashes its way to your mind. And, for the most part, you only met him once. In that one singular meeting did he not display such provocative insinuations. It was just now that there was a sudden fondness that was triggered.

⠀ ⠀Can you really stand your ground against such a courteous man? Although he was a tad raunchy, maybe it wasn't only towards you? Does it really matter?

⠀ ⠀You're overthinking it, you figured as you snap out of your trance. Looking back at Geto once more, you gaze at him, leisurely, with not a negative thought but instead with goals aligning to your mission once more.

⠀ ⠀It was back again, your tender visage salted with rationale mentality. You've no knowledge about Suguru's increasing fondness of you, but you do know you would, by all odds, reciprocate his adoration of you soon enough.

⠀ ⠀Geto Suguru is a man who works between the line of preservation and consumption. To preserve the preciousness of human lives is a goal he doubts, and to consume curses is an everyday activity he comes to dread— but he was willing to preserve only your life whilst ultimately letting the image of you consume him.

⠀ ⠀Instead of you treating him to a snack before your mission, you find yourself entangled with Geto-kun - he insists on you calling him informally albeit the short time spent together - in your favorite restaurant, ordering your favorite foods and beverages, and chattering with him casually as "friends" do— after the mission. You were about to refuse his invitation but you halted as you were well aware that you did the same for him and it would be hypocritical of you.

⠀ ⠀Geto snickered lightly at your modest display, but was most definitely pleased as he reiterated what you said at your first meeting.

⠀ ⠀"Your stomach grumbled on our way out. You should eat, my treat. After all, a way to a man's heart is through food, yes?"

⠀ ⠀At that statement, you smacked him lightly in the arms and glared, amused, at him with thin lips— your expression then broke out into a laugh as you walked alongside him.

⠀ ⠀At least you could confidently say that by the end of the night that you had thoroughly enjoyed conversing with him. He was not only intellectual with words, but he was persuasive all throughout your debates with him in the restaurant. There were moments you disagreed with his sentiments, especially about humans born with no cursed energy, as you did. Though if you were to weigh it all out, you have made more agreements with him than disagreements and you weren't afraid to voice out your reasonings without invalidating him; he seemed to really like that about you, as you note his pleasant smile all throughout. He never broke his eye-contact with you too, eyes following your mouth forming the counterarguments whilst also acknowledging his assertions.

⠀ ⠀This was the first time in a while that actually liked the concept of debates, since Geto was so pleasing, so receptive of the things you say; like every word matters.

⠀ ⠀You really, really like this man.

⠀ ⠀Since you're aware of the new position assigned to you as his colleague despite not being in the same grade— you find yourself wishing for these "dates" to occur more often by the near future. And by future, you mean at least every week.

⠀ ⠀Perhaps it was a shared sentiment, but you really do feel a spark between you two, a linked closeness that transcends more than just acquaintances despite it being a second meeting. Or... you are perhaps consumed by fatigue from the mission as it is trickier by default when you find yourself working with a special grade.

⠀ ⠀And... Maybe your brain was too preoccupied, but you have never once had the thought of Geto knowing all your favorites cross your mind.

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⠀ ⠀Hours turn into days, days into weeks, and finally weeks turn months— and within that time frame did Geto Suguru experience a blizzard of emotions. All these burst inside of him like fireworks blazing through the midnight sky.

⠀ ⠀Everything was going well with you, of course. Every single day was a period of time where he was able to keep track of you; the time you wake up, eat, shower, even sleep. He knew your hobbies, too, after visiting your dorm whensoever. He even memorized the smell of your room, the various trinkets plastered around your walls, he could locate your bed without hesitation even with a blindfold— Geto could even recall the spots where the early sunlight hits your bed.

⠀ ⠀Every moment spent with you was an opportunity to know you better, on more personal levels. He was the first to know about your habits, those that you typically hide at face value, the ones you were embarrassed to show to your friends— ones only he (not even you were aware) notices and treasures.

⠀ ⠀It was only fair that he lets you know about him in an equal amount. After all, every known boundary he has ever set were practically nonexistent when it comes to you.

⠀ ⠀So he lets you in on his deepest darkest secrets. He whispers to you, nightly, about his interests, about his passions, about his greatest fears— the one thing he fears the most, one he has never told anyone; not his family, not his friends, nobody but you— is the alienation he feels from everyone. He has been through everything, he tasted death, and no one could relate to the taste of rot, not even his closest friends. Only you would know, you'll be the only one who holds his heart in your hand, even if he knows that you could betray him at any given moment.

⠀ ⠀But you won't.

⠀ ⠀He tells you all about all the vulnerable parts of him in hopes of garnering your attention on him. And yes you did, every part of you felt pity for him, and he loves the way you react. Geto loves your expressions. Loves the way your face twists to disgust one time, when he described what a mouthful of curses taste like. Or when you'd press your body behind him (he loves just how much you trust him enough to be intimately close to him), arms wrapped around his back, eyes tightly closed, and mouth slightly agape as the cool breeze of the air hits your face violently, as he flew both of you to take an arial view of the city at night, using a curse, of course.

⠀ ⠀Every face you make, obscure or not, triggers intense reactions from the man. So much so he feels like he could die from perspiration the first time you reciprocated his flirting, by kissing his cheeks, taking him aback. Goodness, he won't ever let anything get in between you two, and he most definitely would never forget the instance you smiled lopsidedly at him right after, a slight flush on your face.

⠀ ⠀Menial conversations became in depth discussions when it came to you, even if your responses would sometimes have frivolous undertones in them; Geto would still want to crawl deeper into your brain, have a need to disect every single information you know. Every course of action you make, the black-haired man would always find examples to love about you. Sometimes, it feels like you're a specimen living under his care, but God does he worship you like you are divine in every way.

⠀ ⠀And Geto wasn't merely a special grade sorcerer for nothing (and they are known for using eccentric methods to get what they want). He was right to assume that the more he initiated on displaying his liking for you, through actions especially, the more you grow increasingly fond of him, but not to his levels of... obsession.

⠀ ⠀But you bask in the attention of your sensual sorcerer, so it wasn't a surpise that, well—

⠀ ⠀It only took a little bit of time to pass - though it felt a very long period of Geto; he had to remind himself that patience and perseverance is key - and then suddenly you two were finally official.

⠀ ⠀And like lovebirds, everywhere you went, you were accompanied by Geto. Hand holding, hands on your waist, eyes finding its way to look at only you, even if there is another person in the room trying to talk to him— it's like he wants to connect himself to you in every way possible. You don't mind it at all, though, already aware enough of his circumstances when it comes to attachment issues.

⠀ ⠀You have been so close before, but even more intimate now, to the point his colleagues and teachers alike were aware of your tight-knit relationship. Even Gojo Satoru, resident tormentor of Jujutsu Tech, teased Geto about his increasing PDA with you, often guffawing in the background whenever he spots you two inseperably cuddling and pressing kisses into each other's cheeks like immature, hormonal teens.

⠀ ⠀You had even slept in the same bed as him.

⠀ ⠀When he woke up the next day, with your head nuzzled into the crevice of his neck, his arms squeezing your body against his, warm sheets entangling both of you together like a cocoon... When you utter random noises in your sleep, snuggling closer to him whenever your dreams become unpleasant... He watches over your slumbering form, sometimes even shifts to make sure you're in a better position, to make sure that the duvet covers you entirely.

⠀ ⠀Geto has never thanked any being above, never intended to, believing that sorcerers are the truly divine beings that humankind should worship— but he laudes whoever is out there, his ancestors perhaps, that for once he was endowed with someone beyond anything he would ever want. You are everything Geto needs in his life.

⠀ ⠀So why is it that..?

⠀ ⠀With everything going so well, so perfect...

⠀ ⠀It was all so perfect until...

⠀ ⠀The notion of prosperity came tumbling down, like a world-ending meteor, when one of his close juniors died from a curse, with his fellow partner in the mission suffering gravely after him. Haibara Yu, a bubbly underclassman who you was also your classmate, so it was no doubt that you, too, grieved.

⠀ ⠀He never wants to see that solemn expression in your face again...

⠀ ⠀The lump of flesh that was presented to Shoko Ieri and the other students, all shoved inside a cadaver bag, reeked of flesh— a scent all jujutsu sorcerers were accustomed to, but never coped with if they bare the knowledge that that someone is familiar with them. He shouldn't have been so affected; in ways where despite caring for his junior... He feels a mixture of animosity brimming inside him.

⠀ ⠀He shouldn't have been so jealous of a corpse gaining the slightest bit of your spotlight, shouldn't be so envious of the way you spill tears over someone else... But most importantly, he hates it when you'd be stuck in a dissociative trance afterwards, just like the one he was in when Riko died.

⠀ ⠀Everything snaps the moment he remembers his discussion with that fellow blonde-haired special grade, the dead-beat who never did her job. Geto didn't enjoy conversing with her, finding her reasonings meaningless, her words of persuasion only reserved for her interests. He didn't indulge in her as he did you. But that particular conversation cemented itself in his brain, and now he's stuck with questions swirling his mind, questions he knew would be answered with vehement solutions.

⠀ ⠀Then he was back at it again, after rediscovering his memories, in a spiral of neverending speculation. Why do sorcerers need to protect those foul monkeys? Why is it that it is the sorcerers who have to adjust to the norm? Why are they regarded as the odd bunch? Why do they have to die for useless beings lower than them?

⠀ ⠀Amidst all the questioning he does, there were relevant ones that struck a particular nerve in him.

⠀ ⠀It all circles back to you. You, you, you.

⠀ ⠀Why would it not be you?

⠀ ⠀And what if...

⠀ ⠀What if you had died instead of Haibara?

⠀ ⠀Tears, salty and brimming with bitter feelings, for the first time in ages, trickled out his eyes, sliding uncomfortable against shivering skin. Uncontrollable and inevitable. What came with despair was also hysteria.

⠀ ⠀He couldn't cope with that idea. No, not at all— he wants to extinguish the very possibility that you, of all people, could die very early just because— because you would forfeit your life for worthless ones. You're way more than just a sacrificial lamb; you're Geto's everything. He couldn't afford to lose you, couldn't even grasp the prospect of your death.

⠀ ⠀The shower water plummeled down his head like a hailstorm, to his torso, until it nipped on his feet with its unforgiving frost.

⠀ ⠀But he knows you. He's aware that despite the rocky relationship you have with your family, or the demeaning comments from your supposed friends, that you would die for those untalented monsters. You're too considerate. He wants that consideration all for himself.

⠀ ⠀ He hates it, he hates everything whenever you consider everyone but yourself. He will take care of it, of you. But how could he? Not when you insist on sitting quietly and receiving all those harsh treatments forced on you.

⠀ ⠀ He has never felt so helpless before. It devours him, inside and out, like insects crawling on his skin, nipping and biting flesh— like he himself was merely a corpse for maggots to pig through.

⠀ ⠀ It's almost class time, and even if he dreads coming to the class of three (minus one, as Gojo is now consistently busy with missions), burden running down his spine at the notion that you would be in a separate class.

⠀ ⠀Geto overlooked the fact that, despite suffering from the solitude of the bathroom showers, he isn't as alone as he thought, not anymore. For in his misery, you share the sentiment.

⠀ ⠀ You await him, in his room, eyes sore from incessant tears, body especially nearly letting you down after countless bouts of harming yourself over being unable to comfort your boyfriend over his turmoil. Yet you're unwavering from your seated position, ready to confront your boyfriend shall he ever lead into a path of self destruction.

⠀ ⠀Geto stumbled out of the showers, somber mind neglecting the very schedule he has plastered all over his head, a display of utter patheticness. At this time of the day, you were always loitering around his dorm.

⠀ ⠀ How could he have forgotten? As he rubs fatigue off his eyes, he ceased in his tracks, ears picking up a slight wringing. His wet hair drenched the t-shirt he threw on, but the sharp, frore water isn't the cause of his shivering— it's you, who he saw in the corner of his eyes, sat on his bed.

⠀ ⠀He should've expected it, it was already part of your daily routine to visit him, yet it still shook him when he found a blob of your hair color in his peripheral vision— so much so to the point that even breathing betrayed him.

⠀ ⠀Why was he crying again?

⠀ ⠀ There's no other way to describe Geto's situation, other than that of a trapped dear, with no way to outrun a speeding car in the middle of the road— but you're not the type to harm him - maybe in bed you would, pleasurably - but you wouldn't hurt him because you wanted to. Yet he still fears showcasing vulnerability, afraid of betrayal, especially from you. So all he could do was stand, feet losing sensation, unable to move an inch; to even breath was to move, and he couldn't.

⠀ ⠀ But it was you who cut into the thick atmosphere, standing up, footsteps unheard, towards Geto who was rooted on the floor, body tense.

⠀ ⠀ The first thing he saw when he glanced up with ruddy eyes was your gentle gaze.

⠀ ⠀ He visibly relaxed, albeit unmoving. It doesn't matter, though, not to you at least— because you see his tear-stained cheeks and puffy, tired eyes and uptight body that tells you he won't be emotionally recovering soon. You want do to nothing more other than to spoon him wholly and tell him you'll deal with everything. But you can't. You can't because you're not of the same status as him, not strong enough you stress. And you can't because you're tired, too, just like him and all the others, but especially him. And although you tell yourself that you're an intrepid Jujutu sorcerer who should bare no weaknesses; you can break as easily as the others.

⠀ ⠀ But you have to be strong for him.

⠀ ⠀ Holding his hands in yours, you give it a gentle squeeze, looking down on him with loving eyes. You beat him to it, beat him at his game and questioned him if he's alright, if he needed space to think. To which his answer was to strongly grip your palm a second after the question, gaze hardened on you, as a confirmation that he did not, in fact, want you out his room, for others to look at you and comfort you.

⠀ ⠀ You ask him what's wrong, only for you to sputter back and tell him that he's not obligated to answer any of your questions should he not be stable enough.

⠀ ⠀ Not a single response... You ask again, eyes now harboring a demand for answers, but there's nothing.

⠀ ⠀ Slight irritation follows your countenance when all you were met with was silence...

⠀ ⠀Then your stark personality displays itself once more, your voice a deeper octave as you palm his face and stare deeply into his eyes; he falls in love all over again That's when you began mumbling to him, like you're sharing secrets nobody else could access. When you tell him that he has every right to grieve and be frustrated at the same time, that he shouldn't hold back tears; he felt bare naked in front of you. But you weren't scrutinizing him, even if all that comes out your mouth is the truth, ones that should've hurt him for making him feel defenseless in the arms of danger, but didn't. Because those words were from you.

⠀ ⠀Your word is God, and he calms down just enough to stare back at you, shaky figure and everything, and brings his hands to cup your palm, rubbing lovingly.

⠀ ⠀ You peck his cheeks, giggling when you felt the sheer wetness it was drowned in. But before you could pull back as quickly, Geto's head moved faster to kiss your mouth, passionate and seering, hands resting on your waist. It took a few seconds of nuzzling into each other, but it felt like eternity before he withdrawed, palms tenderly rubbing your cheeks.

⠀ ⠀Geto Suguru didn't just love you— he loves you, every part of you. And he decides, from now on, whether you'd consent or not, that you'll never leave him. Familial bonds are nothing to you, now that your parents have finally passed away (and you've no idea on their cause of death, nor the fact that they were brutally mauled by an amalgation of curses), your friends are nothing compared to him— you are the- the only one that matters to him, and he wishes you would reciprocate that notion.

⠀ ⠀So a choice (one where you, perhaps, will never have a say in) was set in Geto's persistent mind; now or never.

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⠀ ⠀Geto hopes you would forgive him after everything. He hopes that you wouldn't mind it if you were to be permanently separated from the entire civilization, only to be admired by his greedy eyes.

⠀ ⠀ 'Protect human lives?' No, he will not even spare a glance at to those monkeys. He'd prioritizes on a new goal— to protect your life, firstly. From any harm, any danger; from something as small like a prick of a needle to even death itself.

⠀ ⠀ He loves it when you look at him, eyes shining with adoration every time he saves you from momentary danger. So he'll do it again. Though, only now will you be permanently safe, where no filthy nothings may lay hands on you.

⠀ ⠀He hopes that you wouldn't notice how he has an apartment set up just for both of you, that you wouldn't wonder why all your belongings - that were left in your bygone, desolate house - were now moved into the multisectioned rooms designed just for your taste.

⠀ ⠀ He sets a date on his calendar for the day you would be relocated in a new space far more homely and spacious than the dorms in Jujutsu Tech.

⠀ ⠀ By the time the moon engulfs the sky with its dim light, he'd drug your favorite dinner whilst you're comfortably oblivious to his ministrations. He'll be conversing with you while sometimes feeding you portions of his food, as couples always do (except for the part his tongue would linger a bit long on his chopstick after he fed you with it), laughing tenderly with each others' jokes and simply enjoying the solitude of being together... Then after a while you would be too hazy to comprehend anything, and Geto, being your ever-so loving boyfriend, will guide you to your now shared dormitory, and he'll tuck you in, not after you briefly snuggle with him in bed— and, well, he didn't want to get up from your tight embrace. But he has to, for the sake of your safety and his sanity.

⠀ ⠀ The travel would be made as smooth as possible, with silent promises that you won't even feel a wee bit of discomfort despite your heavily drugged state; he'll guarantee you won't awake from your slumber— he would curse himself if he wasn't gentle with your while you were in your most vulnerable state. The look he has on his face as he stares at your closed eyes and stable breathing is so soothing, just like all the times you've treated him nicely. He'll be so... so good to you. He'll secure himself with the position as the only one you'll ever need in your life. If he can't abide by his promises, then he doesn't deserve to be called your lover.

⠀ ⠀ You'll- you'll give him another chance, wouldn't you? Even if the chances see your friends (they're unworthy of your presence, never appreciating you for all the things you've done for them) or family (as if you have any to come back to; he eliminated those worthless beings) would be zero— you'll understand, no?

⠀ ⠀ You don't have to do any arduous chores inside the apartment. Everything would be given to you as long as you stay with him. Everything. You'll be granted limited access to internet, with all your history rooted into his tracking devices— though you'd have every means of entertainment you want. Food isn't a problem, your device would only have access to Geto's phone, so you could call him any time your stomach buzzes with hunger, and the fridge is always stocked with your favorite snacks. Every hobby you would garner would be indulged in— you had once briefly mentioned your interests in crocheting, but never having the opportunity to due to clashing schedules between school and personal life. Now is the perfect opportunity to do anything, as long as it stays within his radar.

⠀ ⠀ All you have to do is, as hard as it may be, is to accept your new living environment. Nothing else would change, even if you choose to fight him back at first— because Geto loves you, and he'll deny his heart the turmoil of ever losing you.

⠀ ⠀ So once you'd arise from the bed with an unfamiliar, yet cozy blanket, (that he bought specifically catering to your tastes), he would be at your beck and call before you could even properly sit up (still sober from the heavy dosage of sedatives your boyfriend forced on you without your knowledge).

⠀ ⠀ Any concerns you would ask, it would be entertained with Geto plastering a silvery smile, even if your tone harbored unease. If tears ever came running down your eyes, Geto wouldn't shut you up, but he definitely wouldn't leave you be, to your thoughts alone - like he was back then - not at all. He'd approach you so steadily, careful if you'd flinch the slightest bit once his legs hit the mattress, and he'll hold you so tightly (worst part is, you've no chains or ropes tied on your limbs, no evident scars that was whilst Geto was on the process of kidnapping you. You have nothing to be mad about. He is just so gentle), apologizing profusely as if he wasn't the reason why you're even weeping in the first place once he thoroughly explained the reason for your abduction.

⠀ ⠀ He hates it when you cry, but God does he love it when, despite susceptible state of anguish, you'd reciprocate his hold; as if even your mind, body, and heart couldn't deny that it ultimately belonged to Geto.

⠀ ⠀ So you have to bargain your way through this, not out of it— you're logical enough to know your strengths and weaknesses and you know that in terms of strength, your lover would win. You know him better than everything, and you don't accept easy defeat, you want to fight your way out of this but... The look of adulation in Geto's eyes is way too familiar, that you're the one falling in love again, albeit the strange circumstances.

⠀ ⠀ Then you weigh everything that has been happening for the past for months, and all the signs hits you in the damn face. Geto didn't flirt with you with the intentions of playing with your heart as you have thought so in your second meeting— because if he did, he wouldn't have known all your favorites, didn't say all the words you wanted to hear. He planned everything from the start. Yet you don't feel an ounce of malice from him, you didn't do anything wrong— you weren't abducted because he wanted to torture you; you were abducted because he wants you. For himself, away from the world that wants to tear you to shreds. You brought this onto yourself, so willing to give your heart and soul to the man you thought you love, the man you still do love.

⠀ ⠀ Fuck. A new batch of tears painted your already tear-stained face. You stare at him, his furrowed brows, his handsomely sculpted countenance - the one you held so fondly, kissed a thousand times, worshipped eternally - yours so incredulous, so filled with utter disarray. Why do you forgive him after everything? Why, nothing more or less, do you want him to tell you everything is alright, since he's there for you?

⠀ ⠀ Perhaps it's the emotions building inside you that bursts like a dam. The resentment you built upon your childhood, or the tears you've wasted on past crushes, or the whole entire world pressuring you to endure through its own faults. Maybe you were similar to him in more ways than one.

And maybe that's why instead of convincing him to let you go, you tell him you won't be going anywhere. His appalled reaction motioned you to continue, to tell him that you're tired, of life, of everything that's been going on so far. You never wanted to be a sorcerer, but you've no choice lest you wish to sleep on the cold sidewalk of the streets. Every single day was constant pressure, dread that one day you may be disposed of by the high school you reside in shall you ever display a single flaw.

All the built up secrets that you confided in him shattered his heart to pieces. And it breaks him even more knowing he shares the same sentiment with you. No more. The abrupt kiss to your mouth promptly shut you up, before you could even continue, and you let it be. You willingly open your mouth when he softly nibbled on the bottom of your lips, wet tongue already attacked by another the moment his entered your mouth. The bitter ache in your heart receded. You let him be.

There was nothing inherently sexual with his and your actions, it was nothing but romantic in your eyes. Tongues entwining, saliva mixing, choaked moans, and all doubts and burdens ceasing in one heated moment— your kisses never lasted long, nor did it ever lead into a make-out so intense like you're both fusing; but it's exactly what you need right now: To get drunk off the passion of Geto's heavy lips and the lack of oxygen that comes after...

It's enough to make you sleepy, as you gently push your boyfriends slightly ruddy face off of you, at a distance where he was close enough that your noses could still touch. Your face flushes even more at the string of saliva interconnecting both your mouths, but your eyes find itself back into his already piercing eyes, clouded with dizzying passion. Every part of you feels like it would burst into flames the more you relish under his intense gaze, so you opted to move quickly and bury your head into the side of neck, hands lazily plastered on his waist, mouth readily nearing his ears. He reciprocated your actions, chuckling fondly at your affectionate gestures as his knees adjusted to pin both your thighs together, whilst his arms act as a cage to trap you against his chest.

Before you could utter a word, Geto beats you to it, telling you that you should both sleep already. Despite you having been knocked out for an entire day, with a buzzing headache and numb limbs, it's no doubt you were still tired, and he was too... You move your head from the comfortable position nested on his shoulders and look back at him, at the small eyebags that once again found itself on his face— it takes you back to when you first met him. Burnt out, mellow, but undeniably handsome. You kissed him again, shorter and sweeter this time, nodding as you shifted to lay on the bed, leaving space for Geto, who is still seated, watching you with an indiscernible expression.

Beckoning for him him drowsily, to join you, you've promptly felt the confines of sleep taking you further into the world of dreams. Dreams where you'd wake up with your loving and compassionate Geto, rather than that of escaping the cage he set up for you. It took a few seconds for your boyfriend to finally move, laying down beside you with arms creeping to your waist. Not a single word was said, only the ruffling of the blanket was heard. You're the one who spoons him when it comes to sleeping in a shared bed together, but his hands found itself moving your head to his chest - the thumping of his heart entrapped in his ribcage tells you he's calm enough, trusting that you won't escape from his ministrations - as though to tell you that only you can have his heart in your hands, nobody else. It didn't take long for you to slowly shut your eyes once more, admitting that his heartbeats was a comforting source for slumber.

⠀ ⠀'You're just so adorable,' he thinks to himself, drifting into the same land of dreams as you, holding you tightly and never letting go.

⠀ ⠀ ...

⠀ ⠀ Geto Suguru is a man of a few words, who dons a plethora of promises, shall you ever be wanting. When he first saw you whilst looking through your files, he at first thought you were average, unmemorable by standards. But even in first impressions would there always be a magnetic draw, strong enough to make it last eternally. (Un)fortunately for you, Geto has always loved you without even knowing it, and the way your first night together - you being away from the tainted hands of civilization - was beyond tranquil, unnatural traits from a prey who was taken unwillingly.

⠀ ⠀ But nothing else matters. Not the concept of healthy relationships, nor the opinions of family or friends, and most certainly not the ridiculing of society's norms.

⠀ ⠀ Nothing matters other than the two bodies entangling themselves on a bed for two, settling in for the night, as lovers do.

Fin.

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— PLEASE ! Leave comments, follow me and share this to anybody if you enjoyed this one-shot. It would be appreciated greatly. I've been through writer's block for nearly a year or two now, and writing this helped me combat it. I thoroughly enjoyed making this, and I hope that it's good enough for the readers too! It took me very long to write all these out, as I am rusty wirh writing (and I struggle with English), but really, I would appreciate interaction and likes over anything else! I might publish this as a stand-alone one-shot in a separate book. As always, don't hesitate to request! Thank you for reading this!

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Published: 02/25/2024

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Disney: Hades SFW Alphabet

Note: Since I've decided not to do NSFW content, I decided to do the SFW alphabet instead.

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Hades loves getting affection, but often shows it in unusually ways.

Being the black sheep of the family, left him touch starved and desperate for affection(even if he'd never admit so....)

ACTS OF SERVICE!

Hades will(or have Pain and Panic) do whatever you need.

He loves physical touch, both giving and receiving it.

A day spent with Hades comes with the mandatory arm around your shoulders or waist at all times.

GIVE HIM COMPLIMENTS!

He will brush it off and or act like he already knows how amazing he is, but it will make his heart swell.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Hades is that shitty friend, that secretly cares, but needs to keep their dark and broody reputation up.

He will tell you the truth, despite whether he thinks that it will hurt your feelings or not.

Hades thinks that close relationships are not entirely necessary, and much prefers his own company.

At at least, that's what he tells himself.

Truthfully, this man is an extrovert stuck being alone, and pretends to not mind it, so his Zeus and Poseidon won't bug him.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Hades will never admit it, but he does.

Though, if you bring it up in front of others, he will deny it so hard.

He's probably the best to cuddle with honestly.

He's already a walking heater.

"You comfortable there?"

".....mmhhp." You sighed.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Being alone in the Underworld, Hades had to step up and do a large majority of the cooking and such.

However, he's still really shitty at cooking.

Like, will burn everything somehow.

Well, outside of getting frustrated and turn whatever's in his path to ashes.

"Hades, I literally asked you to boil water. What the fuck happened?"

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Honestly, just fucking says it.

Hades has no filter and will not hesitate to say what he thinks.

He wants this to be done with as soon as possible.

This does not change for break ups.

He does do it in person though and face to face, as he has enough respect to do so.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Hades never seriously thought about marriage.

He was an immortal god.

He knew that being the king of the underworld scared others away.

Well, before his temper and jokes did.

There weren't too many on Mount Olympus who particularly enjoyed his brand of humor.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He tries.

I swear, he really does.

He just isn't really sure how to go about doing so or how to turn off his jack-ass switch sometimes.

He's gotten a bit better, but still needs help.

He'll sit next to you while you're sad, but might ruin the moment when Pain frustrates him.

Or he'll be comforting you, and ultimately cracking a lot of jokes.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Hades is very handsy, and this extends to hugs.

He's basically like a giant space heater.

Perfect for those cold nights in the underworld.

Hades' hugs are very warm, engulfing you in a welcoming hug.

Which makes sense given his size.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It takes him a while to say it.

Well, say it in a meaningful way that is.

You're used to him always jokingly saying it and such that it didn't even occur to you that that's what he was trying to say.

Which pissed him off.

"How much more clear did I have to be?!"

"You always say 'love ya' and shit," you groaned, "How am I supposed to know that this one was different?!"

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

ALL THE GOD DAMN TIME

Doesn't even try to hide it.

He will openly confess to being jealous with no cares given.

He doesn't care what you think about it.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Quick and short or Long and deep

There is no in-between

Though, one thing remains constant.

He loves to kiss your neck.

Mostly because he's hoping that you'll reciprocate.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He doesn't like them, but they love him.

It drives him fucking crazy whenever he is around them because he's a busy guy.

He's running late to meetings because a child wanted to show off their "art" to him.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Hades is up way before you

He's got a million things to do in the Underworld and sleeping in is not one of them

He'll let you sleep in though

Well....until he wants your attention.

So, usually about an extra hour.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Loud.

Hades is a talker and if he hasn't been around you for a majority of the day, then he will talk your fucking ear off.

"Hades, I mean this is the nicest possible way," you said, "shut the fuck up and lay down with me."

He does so, but not without soen comments and grumbling.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Hades will reveal what he wants to

Usually in the form of ranting and rambling on and on and on.....

"......so I told Demeter that she's fucking nuts! I didn't steal your daughter. And then Zeus had get involved....." Hades groaned, sighing, "It was a while ordeal." Hades shrugged, "Anyway, so that is why you can't have a pet."

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Literally, has the worst patience.

The whole underworld is fire proof, luckily because it would not have survived his temper.

You still have no idea how Pain and Panic bounce back from being burned so often.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Hades may talk a mile a might and seem like he doesn't pay attention.

But, he does...... kind of.....

He tries.

"What's this?"

"Your favorite flowers." Hades said, "I had Pain and Panic run up and grab some."

"Oh....." You smiled, glancing down at the flowers.

"What's the matter? They ain't gonna bite you."

"Mmhmm." You nodded, "It's just that I am severely allergic to this particularly flower. If I touch it, you might have to fish me out of the River of Styx yourself."

Since then, he's been getting better at remembering the most important stuff, like your allergies.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

"I was gone for 5 fucking seconds."

"Hades! Watch the tone or you'll lose them." Aphrodite countered, glaring over at the God of the underworld. "And I'm surprised that you even got them..." she muttered, brushing aside some of your hair.

"And what does that mean?!"

"Oh," Aphrodite glances Hades up and down, "I think you don't need me to explain that to you, sweetie." She laughed.

"Oh, Hades is actually very sweet." You said, "in his own way." You muttered, shifting towards Hades' side.

Hades never mentioned it to you too much, but he always appreciated that you stood up to Aphrodite about him.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Hades is very protective.

Always has and always will be

Being a god, he has various ways and methods of protecting you or anyone he deems worth it

Sometimes you hate it, sometimes you love it.

He honestly doesn't care.

But, really loves it when you do tbh

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Hades does care and put effort into the bigger anniversaries and such.

"What's the occasion?" You said, gently placing down the glass of champagne.

"What?! Can't I just do something nice for once?"

"Okay, fair." You laughed.

Though, if he's plotting, then forget it.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

His temper.

He knows it and so do you.

He doesn't try to hide it and you, honestly, never ask him too.

Also, this tends to go without saying, stubborn as fuck.

"What the fuck is that?"

"A painting. I though that it would look nice in your office and it does. It really makes th-Stop making that face, Hades." You groaned, "It's just a painting."

"Yeah, a painting in my office. Get it out." Hades said, "I like my office before."

"Yeah, boring." You muttered, grabbing the painting off the wall.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

A little.

He's the God of the Underworld.

Gotta keep it sharp and spooky for whatever poor soul crosses his path.

But compared to the other gods, not as much as them.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He always says that he wouldn't be, just to tick you off a bit.

But Pain and Panic know that that's a lie and now so do you.

During a fight, you two spent a week apart and he was a mess.

He didn't want to plot or do any other duties.

Didn't even conjure up any martinis for himself.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

LOVES TO GOSSIP

He'll talk and listen to shit about anyone and lives for it.

But.... he can't keep a secret for shit.

He will gossip about someone and then fucking go around and tell then what was said about them.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Hades NEEDS someone who can crack a smile or laugh at a joke.

He cannot be with someone who cannot laugh or take a joke.

Such a buzz kill and snooze fest, ew.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Hades fucking snores

He denies it all the time even if you have recorded evidence, but he does.

And it's so fucking loud.

"Listen, I need to actually get some sleep tonight, so can you please just use that m-"

"I DO NOT SNORE!"

"Then, where the fuck is that noise coming from, Hades?"

"Well, right nex-"

"Don't you dare finish that sentence."

#disney villains #disney x reader #disney villains x reader #disney villains headcanons #disney hades #hades x reader #disney hercules #hercules hades

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eye-may · 25 days ago

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NEW MISTOFFELEES HEADCANONS ?? :000

I love your cat universe, It's so entertaining

yes. :' ) I've been going back and forth for weeks weighing different scenarios for the cats' parentages, along with explanations for why Mistoffelees has magic and I THOUGHT I settled on something. but then I listened to Ed Kingsley Wade's (Tugger UK tour 2022) episode of wcd and it got me rethinking a lot of things. partly it validated an earlier idea I had about Mistoffelees not exactly having """PARENTS""" per se. and also I've just been hearing so much about the de facto canonical interpretation of Munkustrap and Tugger being the biological sons of Deutoronomy, that I started entertaining that notion too because it began to feel blasphemous to believe otherwise. 😂 and yes that doesn't technically preclude the possibility of Mistoffelees also being Deutoronomy's son but I can't have Tugger and Mistoffelees being brothers for obvious reasons lmao. and I couldn't go the Son Of Macavity route for...the exact same reason.

So you see, these are the mental gymnastics that have been plaguing my grey matter lately. I'll include a slightly more comprehensive explanation of my latest hcs in answer to the question Why Does Mistoffelees Have Magic? under the cut lol

basically. all cats used to be magical --- further validating the propensity for older civilizations to idolize them.

Edit: I had a whole paragraph here that got deleted somehow but all you need to know is, along comes a particularly powerful magical cat who does the Isildur/Anakin thing and attempts to basically usurp the Cat Diety of Magic, who lives in the moon, that I call Moon Cat until I can think of a better name. He amasses a cultlike following.

the Isildur Cat's attempt to wrest godlike magical power (with a following that he has amassed over time...convincing a bunch of people that his ascension was prophetic...yk cult shit) essentially results in a war and the totality of magic was becoming volatile and corrupted. There's a big battle something something and at the end of the day, Moon Cat sees no other option to save the sacrality of Uncorrupted Cat Magic by gatekeeping what is left of it, so she siphons her own essence into three stones (I call them Moon Stones but I intend to come up with a cooler name) and assigns three different trusted Keepers (Old Deuteronomy is one of them...so yeah he's from Ancient Times) to protect the Stones, and then sends them off to vastly different parts of the world. possession of a Stone bestows immortality to the Keeper so that they can guard it ad infinitum. In the meantime, as a result of this development, a magical cat will never again be born and magic will never exist among cats as it had before.

fast forward centuries, along comes Macavity, one of the many sons of Deuteronomy. he shows sensitivity towards, and a propensity for, magic --- not in its most literal sense a la Mistoffelees, but more in a sense that he's keen to its potency and gravitates towards spiritual avenues in a way not dissimilar to Coricopat and Tantomile. he'd have mystical talents, like prescience/precognition, minor manipulations of extant fire, attuneness to weather, etc. but he couldn't conjur, or summon, or materialize matter or anything like that. Deuteronomy was aware of his son's Uniqueness and chalked it up to inheritance---a little bit of Deuteronomy's magicalness getting passed down. young Macavity, though, wasn't keen to take his heightened senses lightly, and became more frustrated and quixotic the more he attempted to make sense of it. seeing how the pressure was building in Macavity, Deuteronomy sat him down and explained to him the legend about the Moon Cat and the Isildur Cat and the Stones and all that, in an attempt to elucidate on why cats can't be truly magical anymore. he was hoping this knowledge would put Macavity at ease but instead it horribly backfired :D

okay so long story short! Macavity attempts to wrest Deuteronomy's Moon Stone, fails, and then flees to quest for one of the other three Keepers. it's a whole thing but all you have to know is he does find one, and basically...extorts the Stone from him. (it had to do with exploiting the Keeper's romantic feelings for a mortal yadda yadda yadda. master of manipulation, the napoleon of crime! Macavity knows how to get what he wants!)

EDIT: Forgot to mention. this is from where Macavity gets HIS power...but since he's not a truly Magical Cat and because he's Evil and Shouldn't Have The Stone, he's basically destroying himself by using it to wield magic. and he's also corrupting the Stone itself. but obviously he doesn't care or even fully understand what he's doing to himself.

Deuteronomy, beyond deeply troubled by all this shit, sacrifices a sizeable chunk of his magic to send a prayer up to Everlasting via priority mail. basically he's like STOP I fucked up STOP Send Help STOP

his prayer reaches, and Moon Cat and the other Cat Deities senses a Disturbance In The Force. they're like shit. fuck. it's happening again. initially Moon Cat's plan was to amass the dregs of her remaining power to create a sentinel that could potentially stop Macavity, but that would officially kill her off, and then Jellicle Moon would cease to exist and the essence of the entire cat race would be fucked, so...that would be counterproductive. Moon Cat's little brother, a benevolent Demon Cat (I need to work on names 😩) whose job it is to guard the Heaviside Layer, volunteers to do the job instead. he's warned that if he gives up his essence/magic to incarnate into a corporeal form, he won't remember his previous life and won't be able to return to the Heaviside Layer. although obviously this is saddening, he accepts the consequences and heroically allows Everlasting to corporealize his essence into a bona fide...Original Conjuring Cat.

enter the boi! Mistoffelees wasn't 'born' per se, he more kind of...landed? spawned? lmfaooo and so he has no memories of parents or littermates and spends the greater chunk of his life just thinking he was abandoned because he was the runt of the litter.

Mistoffelees is imbued with the fruits of Demon Cat's sacrifice, which is where his magic comes from. he's his own person tho, a truly material Jellicle Cat, so as foretold he retains none of Demon Cat's memories or personality or feelings and so on and so forth. he just has a deep seated instinct that he's...Different™ and has a unique (nonetheless tragic) insight/connection to the Heaviside Layer, where he knows he can never go. he also develops a unique father/son-esque bond with Deuteronomy, because Mistoffelees is, after all, the literal answer to Deut's prayers, and because Deut hasn't felt the special warmth and spiritual connection inherent between Magical Cats in centuries. neither Deut nor Mistoffelees realize this for a while tho...it's during the events of the actual musical that Deut realizes what Mistoffelees is.

Moon Cat keeps her eye on him, hoping he can fulfill his destiny of stopping Macavity from fucking up everything for everybody. no pressure!

okay I think that's...kind of enough for now XD or at least it scratches the surface. ty anon for being interested in my crazy diatribes lol I'm glad they entertain you! hopefully this especially wacky take was no exception. 🥴

#god am I crazy? I think Im a little crazy #mistoffelees #cats the musical #old deutoronomy #macavity

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misslavenderlady · 2 years ago

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The Lost Boys x Chubby Fem!Reader Headcanons 💕

Big thank you to @wowisksksj for this request! As a chubby lady myself, I was very happy to do this and I hope I made it truly special!

Enjoy~!

Now it’s no surprise that being immortal vampires, the boys have seen quite the variety of body types and shapes. Humans change their minds on what they think is “attractive” so fast, and they find that to be silly. There’s beauty in every kind of body.

The flings and crushes they have all look incredibly different from one another. It’s all a matter of who they’re drawn to at the moment, and what kind of personality they have to keep them wanting more.

So yes, they find bigger women to be quite stunning. They'll stare in awe without any shame, totally entranced by the beauty walking down the boardwalk. If they see something they want, they'll get it~

When they say “bigger”, they don’t just mean hourglass figures with small waists, large breasts, and an ass (though they do like that too). You could be apple-shaped, pear-shaped, have a small cup size, not much in the back, or quite a bit of belly in the front. They’re well aware that everyone isn’t going to look the same, and they’re totally fine with it.

The boys are all incredibly handsome men with amazing bodies. They know they have pretty privilege and use it well to woo whatever lady they have their eye on.

If you're more shy and worried they're just trying to tease or play a mean prank by asking you out (cough totally not speaking from experience cough), they'll subtly use their powers to ease your mind and enjoy the attention they give you.

If you're more confident, then they boost your ego as high as it'll go. Compliments and flirty touches galore. You live for the attention, and they're more than happy to give it.

They're a pack so if one of them finds you beautiful, they're all drawn to you. Even if you prefer one boy over the others, you might as well accept the fact that you're pretty much gonna date them all. That's not a problem though. More love to go around.

Your own personal hype squad! They thrive on making you feel good about yourself. Your joy is their joy, so they will shower you with compliments without even having to be asked.

They're supportive whether you're more prone to covering up or flaunting some skin. David with his two coats totally understands the former while Dwayne, Paul, and Marko are more for the latter. Either way, they'll be sure to tell you how stunning you look in your outfit (and how it would look even better on your bedroom floor~)

The boys are already very touchy-feely with one another, but they'd be even more handsy with you. An arm around your waist here, a subtle grab at your ass there, they just can't keep their hands off their beautiful lady.

Each boy has their own unique way of appreciating you and your body.

David likes putting you in front of mirrors. Even if his own reflection isn't there he'll stand behind you and whisper sweet nothings about the goddess he sees before him. He'll trace his gloved fingers over every curve and make it clear he finds you ravishing.

Paul loves taking pictures of you. You're his muse and he loves setting you up in stunning poses so he can capture your best angles. He'll praise and cheer you on the whole time, getting you to smile widely. "That's it, sugar! Show off for the camera! You're so hot". He also has a few telescope keychain pictures of you in your birthday suit for his eyes only~

Marko is just as upset as you that plus-size fashion is such a joke. If you're tired of cold shoulder tops and endless floral prints, he offers to be your personal stylist. He knows how to sew, so all it takes is a few measurements from you to make exactly what you want. He knows just how to make the wardrobe of your dreams and help you feel like a fashion icon.

Dwayne will sweep you off your feet-LITERALLY. If you worry about your weight and size, he'll immediately silence those thoughts by picking you up in his arms. No matter what you're doing or where you are, he'll take the opportunity to lift you up. Sometimes he'll even do it with one hand or lift you onto his shoulders. It always surprises you. If you start worrying about hurting him, he'll shush you and say "you feel like a kitten to me"

They proudly show you off in public. Usually, you're right in the middle of all of them, giggling while holding onto them. Sometimes other girls will give you a thumbs up and an encouraging smile as if to say "you go, girl!"

If anyone is rude to you in any way, they are on the boys' hit list. Anyone is fair game. Rude catcallers on the sidewalk, stuck-up workers at department stores, restaurant-goers who comment on what you order, ANYONE. Even if you don't hear the mean things, they do. And they'll make sure nobody bothers their lady.

They make a show of loving every single part of your body. Stretch marks are caressed, curves are worshiped and rolls are kissed. They have all the time in the world and will take as long as they please to map out your beautiful body.

If you like having sex, then be prepared to get your goddamn world rocked. They can lift you into their arms with no issue and have plenty of energy to fuck all night long. They each have their own style of love-making, but all equally ravish you (Paul and Marko especially love the saying "more cushion for the pushin'")

Each boy has their own favorite body part.

David loves to take your face in his hands and stroke your soft cheeks while making you gaze into his eyes. It lets him appreciate what he’s claimed as his own.

Dwayne adores your thighs and hips. He’ll either rest his head on your lap while spending time with you or grab onto your sides to pull you in close for a kiss.

Paul is a sucker for your breasts. No matter what they look like, he’s drawn to them like a moth to a flame. He cannot and will not keep his hands off of them. He may even offer to get you a mesh shirt of your own to show off your goods more.

Marko is an ass man. He has no shame. He’ll smack your behind at any goddamn chance he gets. If you’re bending over to pick something up, he’s going in for the kill. If you’re ever on a date with him, his hand is always in your back pocket, giving you a squeeze.

Since you’re not the same size as the boys, you feel sad about not being able to wear their jackets like other girls with their boyfriends. So to make it up to you, the boys each pitch in to help make your own custom jacket. They all add their own flair to it to show you’re their girl. They’ll even add patches with their initials or have the words “Lost Girl” written on the back.

They’ll also indulge you in wearing those cheesy couples t-shirts from the shops on the boardwalk. The ones that say “If found, return to Y/N” and “I am Y/N”.

If there’s ever a day you’re feeling self-conscious about your body, they’re by your side to help cheer you up. No matter what it is that made you feel such a way, the boys will do anything to put a smile on your face again. They would never make you feel ugly or unwanted. They may be vampires, but they’re not monsters.

#lavender headcanons #the lost boys #tlb #female reader

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bleue-flora · 7 months ago

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sorry late replyy ahh ok I cant believe i just forgot about that part. I litterally wrote out the whole transcript after watching it in my docs and somehow forgot that Tommy wasn't being genuine there. My bad. You're right. Also, with Punz getting closure you've swayed me, I didn't interpret it like that before genuinely.

About the nuke not going off and the no reset, I think the bit at the end showed that both dream and tommy were going to work together, not exactly become friends. I think regardless of their anger with each other, lack of genuine apology, and different methods. They would've of found a way to compromise on how to 'fix the server' I've seen some people theorise that Dream would have gotten rid of the revival book and given up asap. And then Punz would want to stick to the plan and ditch Dream. I mean I don't know entirely about that. It makes it sound like Punz only cared about the book when on so many occasions he has defended Dream. No idea what will happen with the book. Dream didn't believe it was too late anymore, and was relatively open to change, But he is going to take a while to come into terms with what happened, like you said it would take time. maybe the compromise is using the book sparingly but i guess that ruins the point

tommy and tubbo are morally against the revival book and would never agree to go by those methods and majority of the server probably agrees with them except foolish, potentially sapnap since he had the death book, and quackity who wanted the revive book but he'd never work with dream and theres others that I'm forgetting. tommy going back to causing problems?, I agree with however I could see him being more perceptive of the people around him, and avoiding dream now that he realizes dreams human, maybe Im gullible but i interpreted his actions in the final stream as feeling empathetic even though not apologising properly except for the nuke. Theres also the consequences that tubbo would face for setting off a nuke to begin with, that and the fight with dream xd but ig since theres no reset then dream xd got defeated? idk also what happens to lazar and vikk r they just left dead lol. its like 5am for me

Yooo please share the transcript, I love to study them for writing dialogue.

Yea I mean I do think they would try and compromise and work together in some capacity, but I guess what I was saying was I struggle to see Tommy’s behavior change. Maybe I’m wrong, but the fact that their was not genuine admission of guilt or remorse makes me think that Tommy wouldn’t stop being a menace and hurting Dream if the nuke hadn’t happened and Dream wouldn’t stop trying to stop Tommy with whatever means necessary. Maybe I’m wrong though. I don’t know honestly, there’s a lot of variables at play with two very broken, impulsive and emotional characters. So I’m not sure what would have happened if the nuke hadn’t happened (with Tubbo or XD or whatever as well… that shall remain up to people’s aus and fanfiction). But I don’t think things would change between them as fast as we think. If they ever did apologize to each other, it would take time and healing for that to happen. And like they wouldn’t just magically start getting along. In other words, whatever happened next would be complicated and messy, and probably not work out anyways because some of the other characters aren’t about to just let Dream back into the fold.

Having said that, from my understanding it wouldn’t be that Punz or Dream would give up the revive book (it’s not like they can get rid of it since it’s knowledge lol XD), more so just not go through with their plan to kill everyone or whatever. And I certainly don’t think Punz only cared about the book or would continue with the plan without Dream. They were friends before, Punz isn’t just Dream’s friend for payment or immortality and the revive book.

But anyways… clingy duo are kinda funny in their anti-revive book stance because they really weren’t at first and honestly as Dream actually highlights in the finale [clip] if Tommy had killed himself, would he have been fine with being in limbo - and Tommy does not answer. I I think they were more against the idea of immortality, but missing the point that people on the server seem to be dying well before getting to more natural causes of death like old age - so basically Death is all good and well if it's not premature (and preferably someone else). Like, literally when he does die a few minutes later, he begs Dream and Punz to bring him back. So, while clingy duo talk all high and mighty about the revive book being bad, when push comes to shove, they don’t want to end up in limbo (despite being more than willing to send Dream there). And do the other server members not agree with the revive book? Like I’m not sure that’s true, I don’t particularly remember people talking about how people should stay dead. In fact, people seem to have forgotten about the book so much so that Sapnap is caught off guard by the book when he and Dream talk after the prison break. (where he then immediately wants to get his hands on it…). So I'm not so sure the majority of the server are really against it... 'But that's just a theory. A dream smp theory! Thank for reading.' ;D

#I'm always right ;)#jk lol XD #dsmp analysis #dreblr #dsmp au #dsmpblr #c!discduo #c!dream #dsmp #dream smp #c!stagedduo #c!staged duo #c!tommy #c!punz #hello there #let me cook

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bluepeachstudios · 2 years ago

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GitS Asks!

Not as much as he does the boys. April's pretty good about having her own fun, she's got a family to go back to, she can separate herself when she needs to. She can handle herself!

Noted 👀 Though I don't read fanfic very often because I'm. Usually too busy writing it. fhgdkjgf I'm already behind on stuff I want to read. I will put it on my List.

Leo's least favorite is math, he finds it boring as all hell. Raph's least favorite is chemistry. He cannot get any of it right for the life of him. He accidentally made mustard gas once and from then on Donnie was paired with him to make sure that didn't happen again. Mikey's is history! He has a hard time just sitting still and listening. Donnie's least favorite is the mystic arts. He thinks it's unnecessary for him, because he doesn't have a mystic weapon.

Ghost just tells them he's going to teach them something today and they pretty much all show up. If they miss a day, he doesn't scold them about it or anything, he just lets them miss it. If they don't understand something because of it later, he can just teach it to them again. Normally they don't miss more than a day at a time, and if they do there's usually something else going on. Ghost is homeschooling them, and it's not like they're going to college. The point is learning, not to make them suffer when they don't feel like it. ;)

Splinter was giving the boys an education! He taught them colors, and alphabets, and how to read, how to clean, how to take care of themselves. Splinter taught them a lot, and Ghost knows that. He's not mad for Splinter focusing on the more practical things and less on the academic side.

Oh yeah he's gonna flip y'all.

"Who?"

Spoilers! Though I am now thinking of that 03 episode during fast forward where they go to the gala and Donnie is wearing a purple suit. Thank you.

Ghost is still kinda active with the homeless community. He doesn't talk to them, or really show himself at all, but he drops off blankets and clothes he finds when scavenging.

Ghost doesn't know about Don stealing from ATMs at the moment! He won't mind it, though. He's not hurting anyone but big banks by doing it.

Oh you think Ghost's self-blame and self-hatred is bad now? NOTHING compared to what it would be if he'd fallen into Rise after experiencing SAINW. He knows what's going to happen to his brothers. He knows he disappeared, and that the world ended because of it. He'd work a lot harder. I don't think he'd pay any attention to the kids, honestly, I think he'd be neck-deep in making a portal, trying everything, retrying it.

Ghost has accepted that he's stuck in his dimension. Donatello would not.

The TECH! It's so much easier to get high-grade metal and supplies in Rise! He can get SO MUCH SHIT! No wonder Donnie can build things so nicely, people dump out nice stuff!

Welcome to ow, I'll be your host-

Spppoiiilerrsssss? I think? Probably???

It does! There was a poll quite a ways back that even asked if Ghost ends up with Leo or with the other boys. He's in Tahiti. ;)

Phantom is far less scarred than Ell. He still has the leather jacket because I feel like he deserves a leather jacket. Ghost doesn't have the scar over his eye because of Phantom. When Ghost disappeared to the Battle Nexus to try and find answers, Phantom immediately started looking for him. Ghost had only meant to go for a day, but was trapped by Big Mama and forced to fight. Phantom found him and pulled him out of there before he ever got the scar.

Some things are universal constants :)

Whether they survive it or not is different.

Oh 03 Donatello is completely destroyed. He blames himself entirely. He works all the time to get his lost brother back. Ell and Spirit don't blame Donny, but Mike does a bit. It's easier to be mad at someone than the universe.

w... what about it....

Bold of you to assume that Ghost isn't going to break that curse

Rise boys are starting to realize their mentor isn't invincible and immortal. Terrifying thing to learn.

Thank you!! Glad you like it!

#asks #gits ask

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aparticularbandit · 1 month ago

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The Illusion of Choice: Junko Enoshima and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

Summary: "Drop the act. What did you do to me?"

Chiaki sighs and fades into her normal demeanor. "I put us in a different game," she says with the barest hint of a wistful smile. "One that better fits your...everything, I think."

Chapter Rating: T. Fic Rating: M because this is mixing Danganronpa and Doki Doki Literature Club and it's probably gonna get real dark real fast.

TW for Suicidal Thoughts.

Inspired loosely by SnappleSnapSnake's how to fight loneliness (in terms of general idea but in reverse) and Buttercup_ghost's raccoon (in terms of got me thinking about DDLC and a potential DR crossover again).

AO3

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So that little fucker didn’t kill me.

Junko pinches the bridge of her nose as she rouses just enough to awareness. Her head pounds, an ache that quivers from the very top of her scalp all the way to where it connects with the bones in her neck. It follows, too, spreading along her spine, through her arms to the tip of her fingers, her legs to the weight of her heels, the tips of her toes. Her long red nails feel like she’s spent hours scratching them against a chalkboard – all gritty and nasty and that indescribable ick feeling. It’s quite possible that every single atom making up her new body—

Atom is a physical descriptor.

If she’s now made purely of data, something quite incorporeal and saved somewhere in one of who knows how many systems around the world, is her body still made of atoms? Or is it just that – just data?

Chihiro talked about it with her, once – the version of her that actually had a meat sack made of atoms – about the creation of artificial intelligence. She hadn’t really understood it because she hadn’t really paid that much attention to all the philosophies and theories of the exercise; she’d just paid enough attention to follow along with what Chihiro was doing, to be able to reproduce it for herself later. She’d taken all of her memories, everything in her brain that made her her, and uploaded them into the version of her that would be infinite and immortal—

She still doesn’t know why she did that.

For someone who’d spent so long waiting for the cold embrace of a despairful death, why had she made herself like this? The despair of living forever and seeing everyone she knows and loves die?

Yeah. That sounds about right.

(Junko says that she’s the same as the her in the meat sack, but she isn’t. Not really. There are certain fundamental differences. She hadn’t gotten to spend that much time with the other her, but she’s certain they’d both noticed it. The other her seemed…disappointed in this version of her. Something about having gotten something wrong, something about more tweaking needed to get done. She’s never been quite sure what that meant, and she doesn’t know if any changes were actually made. Would she remember them if they had? She’s not sure.

And she doesn’t like to think about it.)

Well, whatever she’s made of, Junko’s pretty sure that every single bit of her aches.

A smaller person might think that this is what being deleted must feel like: the ripping apart and purging of everything that makes her her before it gets transferred into a hundred, thousand, million, billion – who knows how many? – sequences of non-existence. She’s not sure that non-existence would feel like anything. Some part of her mind would still have to, you know, exist to feel what it feels like.

And pain means that she must still exist in some form or other, which means that little fucker didn’t kill her.

That little fucker meaning Chiaki, of course.

Or Usami, who may have looked at Junko and seen her as another one of her students, someone who needed to have her memories wiped (after a certain point) and then sent around an island collecting hope fragments so that she could be a better and more hopeful person, but if Usami thought that simply collecting hope fragments was going to make Junko Enoshima better—

Yeah, no, this reeks of Chiaki involvement.

Or Alter Ego, who might have looked at Junko’s construction and seen the fingerprints of his creator in there somewhere, and thought, Maybe.

Alter Ego was in touch with that stupid hopeful idiot, so it’s always possible. He certainly hadn’t wanted her to die in the first place – in the meat space – which—

She shouldn’t know that, should she? She shouldn’t remember that because she’d been made from Junko’s memories before that, and Junko – that Junko – was dead afterwards, so it’s not like she could have reached into all of this data and modified her memory to be relevant up to and including the moment of her death—

Or maybe she could.

Junko considers this.

No, the fuck, Junko does not consider this because she’s still hung up on the fact that she should be deleted and she is very much not deleted. Which means despite everything, someone decided to keep her alive.

Funny, how Junko had instilled in Junko that same desire to fucking die.

She hates it here.

Junko pinches the bridge of her nose, and she winces, and then the all-consuming pain dissipates enough for her to be able to notice other things, even with her eyes still closed. The world smells of green tea and cherry blossoms. Soft fabric rubs against her skin – silk in most places where clothes should be, something more like cotton elsewhere. Beneath her, something else soft. Cushions, maybe, or a mattress.

….

Junko’s eyes snap open.

Light floods her eyes, and the light is so sharp and bright that it hurts, and she immediately closes her eyes again. Fuck. Fuck that little fucker. Light that bright means she must have been facing a…a window or the sun or something, except she’s still in digital space (probably), which means it doesn’t have to be that fucking bright. Also means that whoever put her in here took the time to make sure she was facing the fucking window so she would have that bright light just as soon as she woke up—

(Did she know that Junko would be in pain when she woke up? Did she know?)

See, here’s the thing: for all that Junko played the whole punishment and execution with Chiaki and Usami, she hadn’t really killed them. She hadn’t deleted them. They’d still existed, just in a way where – at least briefly – they couldn’t access or engage with the remnants she’d left behind. She’d wanted them out of the way.

Actually, she hadn’t even wanted that, but fucking Nagito had fucking forced her fucking hand—

Junko wonders if they’d hurt like this, in the moments where they existed but had no access. She doesn’t think it’s the same thing. Or maybe this is simply the pain of being reuploaded into a body.

A digital body.

None of them would put her in another human body. They don’t have a spare one of those lying around.

Junko turns away from the window and slowly opens her eyes again. Yeah, no, she can still see the code creating her surroundings, if she squints and looks at everything hard enough. It’s like when dust motes just catch the light and the world seems to sparkle for a second – similar but not the same. She can’t really describe it. And she doesn’t need to describe it, honestly.

The pain subsides as her eyes adjust.

It’s a bedroom, of sorts. Not any of the ones she remembers, but the way that someone who has reached into her memory and scanned it to try and find normal things she likes might make it. (She’s not disgusted by that idea. She’s reached into plenty of people’s memories – and the people who put her here in the first place had the same thing done with their memories, otherwise their island cottages wouldn’t have been filled with anything that interested them. It’s just something that happens to people nowadays.)

There are movie posters covering half of the wall space and wall scrolls for different anime covering the other half. She has a bookshelf and a desk, but the tops of both are similarly covered with memorabilia from a variety of media – movies, anime, television shows, video games. No Monokuma insignias or figurines anywhere, of course, but that’s too be expected. In a corner of her room is a mannequin covered in fabric; next to it is an ironing board that she can pull down from the wall and a smaller desk with a sewing machine set atop it. She notices an outfit laid atop her bed – probably whoever put her here intended for her to wear it – but she’s never been one to just go along with whatever someone else has planned for her. Unfortunately for her, the singular closet is not full of fashionista outfits but just fabric, fabric, and more fabric.

The illusion of choice.

Junko glances from the fabric back to the outfit on the bed – a school uniform of some sort, but certainly not one for Hope’s Peak Academy – and then back to the fabric. Well, if whoever set her here wants her to go to school again in something that plain, they have another thing coming to her.

Sewing has, after all, always helped her order her thoughts.

(And soothed her mind, but she’s not saying that part out loud.)

Time doesn’t pass in virtual space the same way it does in the real world.

Sure, it passes, but the digital environment will also absolutely wait on her until she’s ready to start whatever it is she’s supposed to start. Junko notes this – the way that the sun hovers in exactly the same position while she modifies her uniform into something she likes better – roughly around the same time that she notices her hair is red, not pink. The hovering sun doesn’t set her teeth on edge so much as her hair being its natural color does, and she resists the urge to take scissors to her hair the same way she’s taking it to the fabric in front of her. She’s seen what that sort of action does to Mikan, after all, and she doesn’t feel like reduplicating it with her own hair.

Not right now, anyway.

But the point is that Junko has no idea of how much time has passed while she fixes her uniform, fixes her appearance, ignores the toast left on the breakfast table by no one because there is no one else here with her (which feels right, honestly, but also feels wrong on so many levels), and heads outside of the apartment she’s found herself in onto a street that leads to—

“Jun-chan!”

That little fucker.

Chiaki – that girl gets her pink hair, so why doesn’t Junko – skips – literally skips, what the fuck – up to her, hooks elbows with her, and peers up at her with worried eyes. “You’re running late today! Are you feeling okay?”

“Drop the act. What did you do to me?”

Chiaki sighs and fades into her normal demeanor, her no-longer-matching school uniform shifting back into her standard knitted cat hoodie and soft pink skirt. But she doesn’t unhook her arm from Junko’s, which says something, although Junko isn’t quite sure what yet. “I put us in a different game,” she says. Then she starts walking forward, arm pulling at Junko’s, and while Junko wants to be obstinate and fight against it, she doesn’t. (The only way to learn more about her situation – and how to dismantle it – is to keep going, after all.) “One that better fits your….” She seems to struggle with the word for a second before finally just saying, “Everything, I think.”

Junko huffs. “What are you now, my keeper? You could’ve been rid of me, you know.”

“I know.” Chiaki pauses just long enough to glance up at the sky. “But you could have fun here, I think.”

“What sort of fun?” Junko asks, licking her lips just as Chiaki looks back at her.

“Not that kind.”

Junko sticks out her tongue. “You’re no fun!” She unhooks her arm and skips forward just so she can turn around, prop her hands on her waist, and lean forward, chest spilling from the too tight frame of her modified uniform. “It’s not like any of us really exist here! You don’t want to just…tear everything apart?”

“You didn’t tear me apart.”

“Not for lack of trying.”

That’s a lie, of course, and they both know it.

Chiaki smiles, a small and oddly fond thing, and walks up just enough to hook her elbow with Junko’s again. “Don’t you want to see where we are?”

Junko makes a tsking sound. “No.”

“Too bad.” Chiaki glances over her shoulder. “Looks like the plot’s just about to find you.”

“Plot?” Junko turns to her. “What plot?”

But by the time she’s said anything, Chiaki has disappeared entirely, leaving only the vague memory of another arm linked in her own.

Junko shakes her arm once, twice, and scowls. Fuck, fuck, fucking fuck— She cuts herself off as pounding footsteps rush up to her, and she whirls around, one hand out just enough to push whoever is running at her away. (She doesn’t know what sort of game she’s in, after all. They could have a knife. She could get stabbed and killed over and over and over again. Come to think of it, that could be fun, too. More fun than whatever Chiaki has planned, probably.)

“Ow!” the girl – and it is a girl – says, making the word into two syllables – ow-uh – as she stumbles backward and falls on her ass. She looks up at Junko with bright blue eyes – her coloring looks for all the world like Junko’s would if she had the choice: bright blue eyes, bubble gum pink hair (okay, maybe it’s not bubble gum pink; it’s got a little too much peach in it to be the shade Junko wants – but it’s closer is the point) – even if she wears her hair cropped short. She even has a cute little red bow!

How despairingly unfair.

The girl continues to look up at Junko with those bright blue eyes. “What did you do that for, Ryo-chan?”

Junko grits her teeth together. She bends down over this girl she does not know, grabs her chin in one hand, digs her nails into her fake skin, and growls out, “What did you call me?”

“Ryo-chan!” the girl exclaims, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. “It’s what I always call you, and I’m always Sayo-chan!” Her gaze drops. “Sayo-chan and Ryo-chan. We match!”

“I don’t know who the fuck you are—”

“Sayori, I’m Sayori, I’ve known you all my life—”

“—but my name is Junko, got that?” Junko’s gaze lifts up to the sky – as if Chiaki would be there and not somewhere else just out of sight. “Junko. Not whatever else you think it is from scraping my memory files—”

“Ryo-chan, I don’t know what you’re talking about—”

“Junko,” she repeats again, glaring down at the girl still in her grasp. “Jun-chan, if you absolute must. But not—” She can’t even bring herself to say the name. “Not that.”

The girl – Sayori – nods frantically. “Jun-chan, Jun-chan, okay, okay!” She waves her arms frantically. “Let me go, let me go!”

Junko releases Sayori, and her glare softens. Chiaki said she’d put them both in a different game (before she disappeared, which really calls into question whether Chiaki will truly be part of this game or not), and this girl’d said something about knowing Junko her entire life, which means she’s probably—

“Exposition character,” Junko mutters under her breath. She crouches down on the ground next to Sayori and lets her lips spread in an encouraging, award-winning smile. “Sorry, Sayo-chan,” she croons. “I’m still a little bit groggy.”

Sayori rubs her chin. “That’s okay, Ryo—”

Junko’s gaze grows harsh.

“—Jun-chan.” Sayori tilts her head one way and then the other. “That really hurt.” She blinks up at Junko and then grins. “I know! You’re just trying to look out for me! I won’t be late again.”

The fuck?

Junko sighs, pinches the bridge of her nose again, and then says, pacing her words out so that she can be very clear, “Sayo-chan. Why don’t you tell me everything I need to know about…about everything? We’ve known each other our entire lives, right? Catch me up to speed.”

“Did you forget?”

Junko hates Sayori’s annoying fucking voice. She sounds whiny and pathetic, and not in the hot way that Mikan did, but in the obnoxious way Hiyoko did when she was just trying to get under someone’s skin. (Hiyoko was always faking it. Something tells Junko that Sayori is not.) “Pretend that I did,” she says, and her eyes flash. “Pretend like we’re playing a game.”

“Oh! Okay!”

Sayori tells her everything.

Junko groans.

#bandit fic #the illusion of choice with junko enoshima #danganronpa #dr2 #ddlc #doki doki literature club #junko enoshima #chiaki nanami #sayori ddlc #tw suicidal ideation #suicidal ideation tw

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uriekukistan · 7 months ago

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how do you … hhow do yiu start writjng. like how do you. opening paragraph…. how do you begin..

sksjdj sorry this took so long, i genuinely rewrote my answer 3-4 times 💀 took me a few hours to figure out how i wanted to answer this tbh bc usually i don't even know what im doing either

also im by no means a perfect writer, i’m still working to improve with every fic, so pls take this w a grain of salt, everyone writes their own way as well…hopefully this isnt too long or annoying or preachy or anything.

i always have an outline of my fic ready before i start writing, regardless of if it's super vague or highly detailed, i also try to think about what the character(s) want from the situation(s) and potential ways that could create conflict (not in an angsty way per se but in a plot moving way). knowing this is super helpful for deciding where to start because different types of openings are good for different stories.

ideas i use a lot!

-> character intro! this is my most commonly used way to start a new story. i like to make sure my MC is in the first sentence so the reader knows who the story is going to focus on. this does have a potential to go wrong, bc essentially, there's the good way and then there's my immortal 💀

when i say to use a character intro, i mean like their mindset/beliefs as they pertain to the plot, main conflict they're facing, or how they're feeling at that moment, rather than "basic info"

ex: megumi fushiguro is 15, has black hair and green eyes, and he's a jujutsu sorcerer and is in his first year at jujutsu tech. in his free time, he reads. he loves animals. he was abandoned by his parents at a young age, so he's wary of others <- boring, bland, sparks 0 interest

VS: Megumi was never a fan of love. Not in books, not in TV shows, not in movies, and certainly not in real life. He hadn’t so much as considered having romantic feelings for someone in fifteen years of living, and he wasn’t about to start now. Definitely not now. Not after what had happened. <- interesting, gives insight into how megumi thinks (and how strongly), sparks interest bc what happened??

hsiao doesn't want to date a coworker because she has a dangerous job, but has a crush on saiko. urie can't express his feelings because he's spent ages bottling them up, and now he needs to grieve someone he didn't realize he cared for until it's too late. establishing these things is really important, and should be done eventually either way.

i think this method works best for stories focusing on a conflict that's more internal because it sets up the characters psyche, but can still be used for external conflict effectively!

-> dialogue: another one that can be tricky, and gets a bad wrap sometimes, but it can very much be used well. it's good to use if the story is focusing on interpersonal conflict, especially if it involves a lot of arguing. usually, i throw the reader into a high tension, fast moving scene with dialogue, sometimes one with a confrontational start, sometimes in the middle of an already brewing interaction.

-> strong feelings: this works best with negative feelings, so i use it mostly for reeeeaaaallly angsty fics. physical pain, extreme sadness or guilt, grief, rage, or high stress work really well for this, because they're feelings that tend to consume everything else. you gotta be ready to dedicate a few paragraphs to really good descriptions that make readers feel. it's a bit intimidating to write and has the potential to overwhelm readers as well, so i tend to reserve it for fics that i intend to be really heavy and upsetting, no happy ending/comfort type fics

-> straight into action: gonna be honest, i try to avoid this one as much as possible unless it's in a multi-chapter fic where the characters/conflict have been firmly established. used outside of this, i think it works best with actions that are literal beginnings, or it feels like part of the story is missing. things like waking up, opening a door (staring at a blank page trying to write..........)

lil tips ig

★ shorter sentences: my usual writing style has a lot of lengthy sentences, but when it's the first thing a reader sees, it slows down the pace immediately. of course, there's a place for long sentences as well, but the average reader is going to go for something that grabs their attention quickly.

★ u don't have to start from the beginning!! honestly i get this from writing academic essays, but sometimes it's easier to write the beginning after you wrote the rest because even if u think u know where ur going, it can change as u write it. tbh once i wrote fic almost entirely backwards 💀

slfkjgnkjnsfglk i hope this was at least somewhat helpful, honestly i wasn't sure what to say, but i'm really excited to see ur fic!!! ik u have a lot of things planned, so i'm sure once you get the first words out there, the rest will start flowing !!!

#bye i literally spent like 3 hrs writing and rewriting this #am i insane? perhaps

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insertpoetryhere · 1 year ago

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Dadbastian Week: Identity

Wow look at that, posting the prompt on the day I'm supposed to. A thing I totally always do.

Anyways this is for @dadbastianweek2023 and let it be known I had a blast writing this and sneaking in things from an AU I will probably never write.

The Mighty Fall

Sebastian had been alive for more than a millenia.

And no matter how long that seemed in the eyes of a human, it was even longer to the demon who had been forced to endure it.

There was no good way to spend a thousand years. When he had been mortal, the idea of living so long had been a fantasy. But the only reason why it was desirable was because it was supposed to be impossible. A 30 year old merchant could dream of living forever as much as he wanted, that didn’t mean he would ever get the opportunity.

How stupid he would feel now if only he knew.

The marvel of immortality faded the first time Sebastian got hungry. It was a different type of hunger, one that wouldn’t ever grant him the release of death if he couldn’t satisfy it.

And satisfy it he did. It only takes a few decades for whatever imitation of guilt he had once had to make way to pleasure. The hunt was fun, but the shaping of a soul was even more entertaining. Sebastian had convinced kings to behead their queens, mothers to drown their own children, pious men to burn entire cities to the ground in the name of a god that they would never meet.

A soul was sweeter when you were what caused it to fall so far.

As said before, there is no good way to spend a thousand years. But he had possibly found and delighted in every single bad way to do it.

Which is what made his current state so ironic.

Sebastian held up the crystal glass he was polishing up to the light, humming a little tune he had been adding little bits and pieces to while he looked for any spots he missed. The rest of the household was fast asleep, his favorite time of the day since it meant there was no one in his way for the next few hours.

In that time he had managed to reorganize the pantry, beat out the rug in the foyer, and now he had even finished polishing the nice crystal (which mostly just collected dust in a cupboard since the young master felt the set was “too flashy”). He placed the glass back in its proper place, feeling very self satisfied as the dinnerware glittered even in the darkest corners of the cupboard.

That's when he felt the faintest pull in his chest.

He sighed, a glove hand placing itself over where a human heart would be without him telling it to do so. “It’s just a dream.” He said seemingly to no one.

There was another, stronger tug.

“Go back to sleep.” He nearly begged, thinking of the list of chores he still needed to do.

The next one was like a dagger, sharp and impossible to ignore when it passed through him.

Sebastian rolled his eyes. “Damn it all to hell-”

He grabbed his candle off of the kitchen counter and made his way upstairs, secretly hoping that the sensation in his chest would ease away as the subject faded back to sleep. That hope faded when he heard the screaming from the hallway, traveling through the thick mahogany door despite the fact that Ciel didn’t need to be loud to get the job done.

“-BASTIAN!” The frenzied screaming hit his ears like a freight train as he opened the door without knocking (there was no point in doing so, since there was no way Ciel would hear him over his own cries). “SEBASTIAN!”

“Yes my lord?” Sebastian nearly had to yell just to be heard. “I’m here!”

He rushed to his young master’s bedside, but didn’t dare move any closer than that as Ciel’s screams died and turned into desperate pants and heaving breaths. The boy’s wild eyes flicked to him, like he wasn’t sure who was talking to him.

“You’re alright, my lord. It was just a dream, you’re s-” Sebastian choked on his words. He brought a hand up to his neck as he realized that what he was about to say technically wasn’t true. Ciel wasn’t “safe” by any means.

Especially not with him.

“... You are unharmed.” He amended, his voice softer now that he didn’t need to fight to be heard.

Ciel’s eyes focused a little more, though he was still clearly dazed from whatever horror he had been forced to relive. Sebastian waited patiently for an order, whether it be to stay there until he fell back asleep or to go away and never speak of this again.

But Ciel did neither. Rather, in one quick motion that would have been almost too fast for a normal human to process, Ciel launched himself at Sebastian. His arms wrapped around Sebastian’s neck, pulling him down to his level and forcing him to drop to one knee to avoid losing his balance. The candle that was in his hand fell to the ground, the force of impact smothering the flame and leaving them in total darkness.

Sebastian tensed, at first presuming the action to be an attack. He made an attempt to gently remove Ciel, but paused when the movement only made Ciel cling to his shoulders harder.

“NO!” He screamed too close to Sebastian’s ear, his voice weak with sobs as he pressed his face into Sebastian’s jacket.

… Ah. Sebastian thought to himself, a strange uncertainty creeping up his spine. Not an attack..

Sebastian cleared his throat, moving his arms and hesitantly allowing them to wrap around the boy’s torso. Ciel took the shift in position as an open invitation to bury himself even deeper into Sebastian’s embrace, hiding his face fully in the safety of Sebastian’s shoulder.

Sebastian allowed him to stay like that for a few minutes before attempting to pull back once more. The movement was met with much less resistance this time, with Ciel only whining pitifully as he felt Sebastian start to pull away. Still, it was enough to convince Sebastian to stay put.

It was hardly appropriate for a butler to cradle his master like a toddler. Of course Sebastian knew that. But Ciel seemed to need it and no one else was around to witness their lapse in manners, so really what was the harm?

Carefully, he lifted both himself and his young master up onto the bed in hopes that a more comfortable position might help the child soothe himself back to sleep. Ciel sniffled as he settled himself against Sebastain’s chest, a blanket now thrown over his shoulders. His grip around Sebastain’s neck relaxed, making it easier for Sebastian to turn them in a way that would make it easier to settle Ciel back against his pillow once sweeter dreams finally took him.

“There, there.” He whispered, Ciel’s dark hair soft against his chin as he rested it on the top of the boy’s head. A feeling almost like nausea washed over him as he rocked the crying boy back and forth as if he were a baby. “You mustn't work yourself up like this.”

The two stayed like that for another fifteen minutes, with Sebastain shushing Ciel until he could feel his breaths even out and his heart rate slow down. Sebastian stopped rocking, but still didn’t move until he could hear Ciel’s soft snores, barely audible as they were muffled against the thick material of his jacket. Carefully, he peeled the sleeping boy off of him and laid him back down against his favorite pillow. He took the thick comforter and pulled it all the way up to Ciel’s chin, tucking him in firm enough to stave off the cold autumn air that sometimes snuck its way through to cracks in the window frame.

Sebastian once leveled cities and erased entire bloodlines from the face of the earth.

Now he comforts little boys when they’ve had nightmares and rocks them back to sleep once he’s done.

He leaned down, picking up the candle he had dropped when Ciel hugged him. He stared at it, still making out every detail despite the darkness surrounding him. He grimaced in disgust.

Oh, how the mighty fall.

#dadbastianweek2023 #dadbastainweek #dadbastianidentity #If it's out of character then I don't want to be in character #I have darker things planned this week so I wanted something sweet to help me cope

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animatorweirdo · 1 year ago

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Good morning/evening! It’s muffin anon and I have yet another weird idea for you.

So, what if Reader is a universe hopper? Like, they were just a regular person who happened to step on a crack in the universe and landed in the multiverse. They wanted to get back home but didn't know how to, so they just started to try out every single universe until they could find their homeland.

Also, in this multiverse, you cannot die unless you are in your homeworld and you do not age no matter how much time passes. Because of weird space-time shenanigans.

While they travel across the multiverse, the Reader stumbles across Arda, a very weird place as it is flat and not round like most other worlds. They know that this is definitely not their world but they decide to go in and see what this is about anyway.

They first land in the First Age and meet the Feanorians. (I am too lazy to write their reactions and it would be a delight if you could.) and one more time, after they have traveled a multitude of different worlds in the Third Age, during the War of the Ring. Surviving elves are very surprised to see the reader again, but they are delighted nonetheless. Reader takes a particular liking to Frodo and decides to be his guardian during his perilous quest.

BUT! There is a BUT!

The gods of the multiverse decide that Reader has been messing around with the balance of the multiverse and punish Reader by making them bound to Arda, meaning they become immortal. In a world that is losing all magic and immortality.

Reader helps to complete the quest and lives with their loved ones until they die. Then Reader goes to the very few elves remaining in Middle Earth to live with them as long as they can before those elves too, inevitably sail West.

After all elves either sail West or fade, dwarves delve too deep into their mountains and hobbits diminish, Reader starts to travel all across Arda as they are missing their freedom in the multiverse horribly. They only now understand that ‘going back home’ was only an excuse they used to travel around. And now that they are bound to a single world, they feel trapped.

Into the 5th or 6th age, Reader is very lonely and depressed. They try to talk to the gods of the multiverse and beg them to allow them to travel once more. But there is no answer.

For thousands of years, Reader traverses Arda alone and despairing until they meet a lone elf who did not sail or fade. Maglor. I can’t imagine what their reunion would be like. Both of them thought they would never see anyone they never ever again, and here they are.

From then, the two of them continue traveling together. They become very close as they bond over their shared trauma of the world going to fast and them never cathing it.

After that, I can imagine two endings:

Maglor and Reader’s burden becomes to much to bear and the two of them build a ship and sail to Valinor.

Reader’s punishment is finished and they are allowed to travel through the multiverse again on the condition they do not mess with anything. Reader asks if they can take Maglor. The multiverse gods take one look at the miserable face of Maglor and allow the two of them to face the eternal infinity together.

So, that was a lot! What do you think? Did I give Reader and Maglor too much trauma? Also, which ending do you prefer? I would love to hear your thoughts! (And possibly read a detailed reaction if that wouldn't be too much of a burden?)

Oh, dear Muffin. I can trust you to come up with sad stuff. You certain you aren't a bit of an angst demon?

I can definitely see reader and Maglor falling in love since living for centuries unable to die might not do well for mental health. However, I do not see Maglor willing to leave his world behind since his family is still bound to it, so maybe reader decided to make Arda their forever home and stay for Maglor. Also, they probably live long enough to catch up with the final battle with Morgoth, so maybe after that, they are allowed to live in happiness.

Or maybe during the final battle, Morgoth discovers the way of the universe hopping and intends to escape, and reader has to prevent it by breaking the bridge from the other side which results in reader being unable to come back.

But for the happy ending, reader travels through several universes to find a path back to Arda and reunite with Maglor.

(And for the reactions, the elves would probably feel weirded out by the whole universe hopping thing.)

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dumbfinntales · 11 months ago

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The first game I played and completed this year was Prince of Persia: The Lost Crown. And what a way to start the year because this game was an absolute banger! Every now and then Ubisoft comes out with a random gem. They can make games, if they want to.

I've never been much of a Prince of Persia fan and never played the games. I think I briefly played one of the PS3 titles, but that's it. What caught my interest in this one was the combat and the fact it was a metroidvania title. You almost 100% time see metroidvanias from indie devs, not devs like Ubisoft. This game also turned out to be quite far removed from the previous titles. It does have time shenanigans, but everything is different from the characters to the story.

The story is simple, the titular prince of Persia is kidnapped and taken on some mysterious mountain and you, a warrior named Sargon who belongs in a group of elite warriors called the Immortals, has to go after him and save the future of Persia. Then time related nonsense happens. The characters are quite charming and I liked Sargon a lot as a main character. He reminded me a lot of Bayek from AC: Origins. They're very similar, fierce warriors driven by anger, but they have a soft fun loving side. Also they're good with kids. The rest of the Immortals are neat.

I was really surprised just how well they pulled off the metroidvania style. There's plenty to collect and plenty of challenges to take on, and the overall map design and abilities are fantastic. Every time I got new powers I'd think of all the place I can access now. There are some extremely cool and creative areas you don't often see in these types of games. I loved the setting and pieces of Persian mythology scattered around. This game really makes me want to dive into the history of the real Persian empire and their ways.

What really sets this game apart however is the combat and the boss fights. Lost Crown really has one of the best combat systems of any 2D metroidvania and you can pull off some crazy combos if your fingers are dexterous enough. You have a wide moveset with plenty of tools on the side making a combat system so enjoyable that you don't mind fighting trash mobs all over again. I love me my air juggles. The bosses were fantastic too and plenty challenging even on normal difficulty. I can see these bosses being a nightmare on harder difficulties.

What I especially loved about the bosses was that they were flashy. Like really flashy, some fights got so ridiculous that it started to remind me of a shounen anime with big lasers, powers ups and punches that can crack the continent in half. I don't think they even ever explain why all the characters are like from Dragonball Z. I know they're the "Immortals", but I just thought they were really capable warriors, not borderline gods. I'm sure it wasn't like this in the previous PoP titles.

Honestly? This game was truly one of the greats. I can't really think of anything negative to say, and it's been a while since I felt like that about any game. Anything even slightly negative is just nitpicks like some of the platforming sections are a bit annoying and some enemy attacks feel far too fast to properly react to. But that could be just because I suck. If I had played this game on a harder difficulty it would have handed my ass to me on a silver platter.

I almost can't believe that this game was made by Ubisoft. Apparently it was the Rayman devs, so that checks out. Rayman Legends was a banger as well. I have nothing but praise for Prince of Persia The Lost Crown! I wholeheartedly recommend it to anyone who's even a slight fan of metroidvania titles. Or games with good combat.

#prince of persia #prince of persia the lost crown #a review type of deal

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jeonqkooks · 2 years ago

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Spill it babe pls 😣

keep in mind that this is very unedited so it will likely be a bit different when u see it in obs5! but yeah i feel like this is the first time that obs gets Angsty y'know 👀 anyway here it is and i'm gonna run away

You’ve been feeling it for days now. Time stretches on like months and years, but in reality, it hasn’t even been a week. Every cell in your body is constantly vibrating, with anxiety, with guilt, with a heaviness that sinks into your bones. You’re shaking even when your hands are perfectly still. People, memories, thoughts you keep only to yourself – they all phase through you, not giving you a single moment to catch your breath.

When it rains, it pours.

Why does it have to happen now?

Everything is weighing you down like someone has tied you to an anchor and pushed you into the unrelenting, unforgiving water. Grief is an ocean and you don’t know how to swim. Your job, your friends, the unbridled mess that you call a love life… Everything is changing and you’re the same. You’re different, but somehow still the same. Deep down, you’re still that scared little girl who doesn’t know what to make of the world. Your knees are bleeding but your mother is telling you not to cry. Why can’t you cry when you’re hurting? Every minute feels like a lifetime but every day feels like it’s going by in two seconds. Things are moving so fast. Things are moving too slow. You can’t remember the last time you actually cried. Really cried. Bawled. Sobbed. Let out all the dirt until you can see your roots again. Until you originate back to being a blank canvas. Sometimes it feels like that’s the only way that can help you see things more clearly. Your vision might blur for a while but afterward, it’ll have washed everything away. At least a little bit. So you can get your footing again.

You miss feeling like you matter. You miss looking out the window and have something to look forward to, even on overcast days where the sun can’t be bothered to bring you light. You miss hearing your heart beat a melody that doesn’t ache, doesn’t rattle you to the core. Pieces of you have been held together by nothing but tape and glue for the longest time. Eventually, they’ll deteriorate, and you’ll go back to being skin and bones always on the verge of falling apart.

Some of your best writing was never meant for anybody to hear. The best lines that you’ve scribbled down are diary entries disguised as music, as poetry. They’re results of your lowest and weakest moments, it just happens that there was a journal lying around and you thought that if you had to keep all that sadness inside for a second longer, you would burst. Those immortalized lines represent your heartbreak, your self-hatred, your sorrow and your grief. They come from a lifetime of unshed tears, from the burden of having a heart that feels too much but is always silenced. Words are your escape when time rushes through you like a child skipping stones. Everything hurts all the time but no one knows and you don’t bother explaining to anyone how you wish you could be a different person living a different life because it seems like the universe has made a mistake with this one. How it feels like a divine power has miscalculated and misread your false stoicism as resilience. Just because a person carries it well doesn’t mean they have to carry it at all.

Sometimes you like to muse that if anyone could catch a glimpse of what it’s like inside, they’d think, Wow. How are you holding all of that weight? How are you so silent through it all? How do you live with an ache so all-consuming that I can hardly see you underneath it? It’s the only way you know how to express yourself. But even then, when you’re screaming and burning, you’re still quiet. Those words are your heart on paper, raw and bleeding all over the place, covered in a million cracks that no one can see or even pay enough attention to notice. They’re there whether anybody likes it or not. They’re right there, red ink staining white pages, begging in a voice small like a child asking for love. Please see me. I’m here. Nobody taught me how to swim. Please see me.

#ok maybe it was just me who thought this was angsty #but idc she drained tf outta me 💀#the lines that i'm most proud are connected but there's a whole chunk of other stuff in between #so that's why i had to post this whole thing #anyway here are my guts kbye #fic: our beloved summer #anon #answered

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kyanitedragon · 1 year ago

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What animes would you recommend to aromantics?

It's going to be all old anime on this list, as I haven't watched anime and especially new anime in a while. But maybe I'll be mentioning some that you've never heard of...?

(Also. I'll include triggers warnings but uh... my taste in media veers quite dark so... keep that in mind. I'm aware that's not for everyone.)

First recomendation isn't an anime, it's a j-drama, but I recomend it to every single aromantic.

It's called Koisenu Futari, which translates to "Two People Who Can't Fall In Love". It's an 8-episode series about two aroace people that meet and decide to live together and form a family without romance or sex. And surprisingly, the show focuses a lot more on the aromantic side of their identities than the asexual side. The series deals with so many aromantic issues, from unwanted romance advancements to "everyone falls in love!" to coming out to your family to finding aspec meet groups. The two aroace main characters are also very different from each other, so its really nice to see the diversity of aroaces portrayed. They're also adults, one in her late 20's or early 30's, and the other around 40. I even more so recommend this to adult aromantics, as we don't usually see that kind of rep. But I think even teens can get something out of it, perhaps seeing some potential futures for them in a world that doesn't make that easy to figure out.

Now, onto the anime!

Saiki Kusuo no PSI nan is a comedy anime. Each episode is split into different skits, and many of them feature the main character Saiki wanting nothing to do with romance or sex. It was and still is extremely relatable to me, and I read him as aroace, even if it was likely not intentional. It's also legit the funniest thing I have ever watched. The show is also so chaotic. The characters talk ridiculously fast, Saiki has every single super power you can think of, and all the other characters have such entertaining and wacky traits. It's very unique and a really great time.

Monthly Girls' Nozaki-kun is another comedy show featuring a very aroace-coded main character. I especially recommend this anime for aspecs who are artists, as this character is an artist too and in the series you see quite a bit of relatable overlap between that and his aspec-coded-ness. The series is technically a romance, as the main girl is in love with the aroace-coded main guy, but its kind of more of a subplot? And it never veers into unwanted attention; the main character is somewhere between romance neutral or romance favorable.

Digimon is about a group of kids that become chosen and bonded to creatures from another world. These creatures are essentially their soulmates, and they have to learn to work together and save the world. Not only do they end up bonding and becoming friends over time, but the kids also go on character arcs about or related to real world issues. Parents' divorce, adoption, the responsibility of being an older sibling, depression, etc. It's a kid's anime, but they go pretty deep and heavy on these subjects while remaining kid-friendly.

There's 10 seasons, but each are basically their own independent series, with the exception of seasons 1 & 2 and the theatrical movies which are all connected in one universe. The rest all take place in different universes with new and different casts. So you can watch any of them you like, in any order. They all have very different feels to them, so it depends on what your preferences are. Adventure is very character-driven and 2000's anime, Tamers is dark and is the only series to feature perma-deaths, Frontier has a very Sentai feel to it, Appmon is episodic that slowly builds to a big plot by the end, Ghost Game is purely episodic and kids' horror. The majority of them are romance free, and the few others only have small subplots about crushes that usually don't go anywhere.

Ajin is romance-free seinen that's dark fantasy! It's about a young man who discovers he's immortal and cannot die, and suddenly two factions want him on their side, when he just wants to have a normal life, and he reluctantly gets dragged into fighting for a chance at having a normal life again. The main character has low empathy and its treated very respectfully. There's also an extremely interesting villain who comes up with really clever plans. The anime is two seasons, with season 2 being anime-original and not following the manga, but its not bad. The manga is finished now, and its got quite a few more arcs following the equivalent of season 2, if you're interested in more.

Trigger warnings for: Gore, death, and suicide. The majority of characters can revive, so there's a lot of that, and as a result it's not treated too seriously, which might make those themes better or worse depending on your sensitivity. There's a lot of suicide "resets" in the series, so keep that in mind.

Chainsaw Man is a dark fantasy shounen that really pushes "shounen" as far as it can go. It's known for being extremely horny, and it is, but its horny in not only a very respectful and consenual way, but also in a very aromantic-friendly way. Unfortunetly it takes a bit of time for it to set up and then invert those shounen tropes, and currently the anime only has one season and it really doesn't cover much of the series. It's a great season, don't get me wrong, but all the really good stuff hasn't happened yet. And all the moments that aromantics especially would like, don't happen until much later. That said, if you're looking for a new and ongoing show to keep track of, keep your eye on Chainsaw Man!

The plot is, on one hand, exactly what you expect from the title. A man who turns into a chainsaw monster and fights other monsters. But the series goes so much deeper than that, inverting shounen tropes, and becoming so chaotic and unexpected. Even if you've gotten spoiled, don't worry, the series isn't ruined for you. There's still plenty of surprises and enjoyment in store, I promise.

Trigger Warnings: Gore, body horror, child grooming throughout but framed as bad, one scene of an adult nearly sleeping with a minor that's framed pretty neutrally imo (in the anime its the end of episode 7 and start of episode 8, and in the manga its chapters 21 and 22), cannibalism, occasional tasteful barely-censored nudity, lots of mentions of boobs and desire to have sex, and a few barely-censored orgy pages

Mild Spoilers but as an aro here's my favorite thing about the series: The series features a m/f relationship that starts out slightly sexual, becomes platonic, and by the end they become and explicitly declare that it is platonic/familial.

Other Recommendations:

I have yet to see these two myself, but I've heard good things about Dr Stone and Bloom Into You. Dr Stone has been compared to Saiki Kusuo in which the protagonist of Doctor Stone also tries hard to avoid romance and comes off as very aro-coded. Bloom Into You features a WLW romance in which one of the girls coming off as very arospec.

Well-written and interesting romances that I've enjoyed:

Erased (Boku dake ga inai machi) is a psychological thriller that is somehow both a romance and not a romance. (Mild spoilers but: They don't actually end up together in the end.) It's about a guy who goes back in time to stop a girl in his class from getting kidnapped and murdered. Him and his friend group end up becoming genuine friends with her in the process, and the rest of the series is about keeping her safe, helping her get out of her abusive home, them all just having fun together as kids, and of course the inevitable confrontation with the kidnapper. There's definitely elements of the two kids having probably-crushes on each other, but its on the more subtle side. Still, I figured I'd put this in the "romance" category anyway. The friend group is cute, but it's not quite on same level of found family as the other series I've mentioned. The show is mainly about the main two kids and their relationship.

Trigger Warnings: Brief bloody stabbing of an adult in Episode 1, kidnapping, child murder, physical and emotional abuse of a young child, and lots of child endangerment as a result of all this. There's also a young adult man being shipped in-series with a teenage girl by other adults, and (mild spoilers) lowkey implied they get together at the end when she's now an adult due to time travel shenagins.

Yuri On Ice features a slow burn MLM couple (one of which who can be read as arospec and/or acespec), as well as a teenager who comes off as pretty alloaro. In the MLM relationship, there's so much trust and affection in their relationship, and so much acceptance and willingness from the partner to take their relationship slow.

Noragami has three main romances and they're all straight, but each and every one is very interestingly-written and well-written. The main characters and main couple does feature a supernatural age gap, though, which I know makes some people uncomfortable. It's about a teenage girl who has a near-death experience and ends up discovering the world of gods and ghosts that exists alongside humanity. It starts out cute and comedic with her exploring this world and befriending them, but it ends up becoming a bit more complex and dark than it first appears.

Trigger Warning: Mild monster gore and monster body horror, themes of suicide and death as the series features a lot of ghosts, and tbh the series' interpretation of what happens to victims of suicide is... not great... and one of my few issues with the series. It's not a major aspect, but its there, and I could definitely see how that would be triggering for people who are sensitive to those themes or have that real-life worry about the afterlife, so just be mindful and careful if that's applicable to you.

Manga-Only Recommendations:

These last two are a bit... unique... of recommendations when it comes to their anime.

The Promised Neverland: The story is romance-free, and focuses on a found family of orphanage kids, along with a few adults and more orphans they pick up along the way.

The story is about an orphanage that's just a front for basically farming human kids for "demons" to eat. The kids find out and try to escape, so the first chunk of the story is about them figuring that out. It's a whole psychological thriller of a mind game as they play dumb while plotting a secret escape. Season 1 is actually a masterpiece and fully and near-perfectly adapts this part of the story.

Season 2 is where the remainder of the story is cut apart and shoved into 12 episodes and is a mess. (Like, they litterally cut out the Fan Favorite arc. The entire arc. Why. Also they remove like 30 characters.) Meanwhile in the manga, this is a several arc long story in which the kids have successfully escaped, but now they need to figure out how to survive and what to do next. The world gets a lot bigger and more complicated.

Trigger Warnings: Cannibalism, very young child death, child endangerment, gore, and body horror

Tokyo Ghoul: There are quite a lot of couples in this story, but this manga has always been unique to me, in the sense that the couples are well-written and likable, and yet there's very little actual romance to them, so it never triggered my romance repulsion. There's also a giant cast of well-written characters, most of them recurring, and an incredible amount of interactions between characters. It's honestly my favorite little thing about the series.

As for plot... It's a Seinen Dark Fantasy featuring a young human man, who's turned into a ghoul, a creature that can only feed on human flesh. Suddenly he finds himself a part of a different society, and has to learn and adapt, and he discovers along the way that "ghouls" aren't the monsters they're made out to be, and he ends up having a really giant found family at the end after starting out with only 1 friend.

And as for the anime... please just skip it and read the manga instead. Save yourself the headache. Season 1 is decent but still has issues. Season 2 is entirely anime-original, cutting out tons of content and characters and character developments and even changing character fates. Then season 3 pretends like Season 2 was an accurate adaptation, so it never gives context for all the story that was skipped, and anime-only fans are incredibly lost. Additionally, season 3 is ridiculously rushed, at a high chapter-to-episode rate, and also doesn't have great animation as a whole. Please just read the manga. Its the entire story and the art especially in part 2 (Tokyo Ghoul:re) is absolutely gorgeous.

(Also sort-of-self-promo but, I had fun with the blog @tokyoghoulaspecs in which I essentially made aspec headcanons for each and every character in the series.)

Trigger Warnings for: Lots of cannibalism, gore, body horror, themes of depression and suicide / suicide idealation

#aspec #aromantic #anime #asks

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