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undiscovered-horizon · 1 year ago

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[Sanji finds you crying and pretends to believe your excuses. Is anyone up for slow dancing in the rain?]

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When the time for supper came, Sanji knocked on your door to let you now. He was met with silence, so he naturally assumed you were sleeping. Not much of a problem - he'll set aside a portion for when you wake up hungry.

The problem is, that was around two hours ago.

Sanji knocked on your door again and when silence answered him this time also, he allowed himself to peek inside. Only to discover your bed is empty. He grew suspicious, if not worried, when no one could tell him where you went. It's the middle of the night and the rainstorm doesn't stop. Sanji also noticed how quiet and upset you've been most of the day, making him all the more tense that you are unaccounted for. The thought that you're obediently suffering in silence breaks him more each time he entertains it.

Sanji is scrubbing the cutting board with feverish vigour. The faster he finishes, the faster he can get to making sure you're fine. As though the fish scales knew his thoughts, they simply wouldn't get off the wooden surface.

The steel scrubber escapes his hands. It hits the sink with a quiet clank. He takes a deep breath to calm himself down and looks away from the pile of dishes. That's when he finally sees you through the smudged porthole. The rain outside obscures your silhouette. Nevertheless, Sanji is beyond convinced that it is, in fact, you. Despite the initial relief, he feels his chest tighten. You look like a marble statue, forever frozen still in grief.

Leaving the cutting board in the sink and grabbing his suit jacket, Sanji dashes out the door, making haste to you. What on Earth do you think you're doing out in this weather?

The cold rain hits him like a wall of ice. True, the cool water may feel refreshing after the hot and humid daytime hours but not at this rate of rainfall. Even if the nights in the open sea weren't so dark, it would still be impossible to see anything beyond the ship.

He has to come close to you to see the heartwrenching details of your silhouette. You're hunched over, staring at the turbulent waters below. The clothes you're wearing are absolutely drenched, no dry string in their material. Every now and then, your freezing body shivers violently.

"Love?" he calls out to you in an unsure voice.

But you don't react - at least not in the way he has been expecting you to. Instead of looking at him, you turn your face further away, quickly wiping it with your hands.

Sanji wastes no time. In long strides, he finds himself pressed up against your side and forcing his jacket around your shoulders. Considering the heavy rain it won't do much in the long run but maybe it can keep you warm until he convinces you to go back inside.

"Hey, look at me," he pleads in a soft voice.

Too tired and heartbroken, you let his warm fingers guide your face towards him. As if time suddenly slows down, you notice each wrinkle that appears and disappears when he studies your sorrowful expression. If he was a little less perceptive, Sanji would think your face is just wet from the heavy rainfall. The red veins of your bloodshot, puffy eyes are hardly visible in the darkness of the rainy night but not black enough to remain unseen by Sanji.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying? What happened?" he keeps asking. With each question, he feels the tension in his chest only rising.

"I'm not crying, I'm perfectly fine," you reassure him. Your forced scoff is followed by a pathetic sniffle. "It's just the rain. Saltwater irritated my eyes."

Of course, with your whole "I'm brave and strong and I can manage on my own" facade, you're not going to openly admit to weakness in front of anyone, even if it's painfully obvious. As much as Sanji considers your tough image charming, he wishes you would discard it once in a while - for your own sake.

"How can you be fine with saltwater in your eyes, princess?" Sanji goes along with your poorly constructed lie. His arms engulf you in a warm, albeit drenching wet, hug. "It must burn."

"Yeah, it does," you mumble against his soaking shirt. With a little more light, you would be able to see his bare skin from underneath the wet material. "But it's getting better."

One of Sanji's hands is keeping your head against his shoulder while the other drags up and down your back in a soothing gesture. The jacket he has put around your arms is already drenched, too. He feels your body shaking but can't be sure whether it's because of the "saltwater" or the cold weather. In any case, his heart breaks each time he feels those spasms. His mind panics in search of something that could possibly lift your mood.

The noise of the rainfall is disrupted by a soft, low hum. A melody you vaguely know rumbles inside Sanji's chest. Dean Martin...? Strong arms hold you tightly against his torso as he ever-so-gently sways you to the rhythm of the song.

A quiet giggle escapes your lips as you let yourself sink into the comfort of him. Up until this moment, the cosiness of a loved one's arms confronted with the coldness of a rainstorm, you've thought that scenes like these exist only in sappy novels written for naive young women.

"Slow dancing in the rain," you finally speak up. If it wasn't for the rather unpleasant rain drenching you to every last string of your clothing, yous wear you could fall asleep like this. "Aren't you a hopeless romantic, Sanji?"

"I'm just getting started, love," he murmurs against your hair, still slowly swaying your bodies despite having stopped the humming. You're inclined to believe that his chivalry ventures far beyond dancing in the rain.

"Oh, yes, please."

A low chuckle rumbles inside his chest. It merges into a symphony with the soft thrumming of his steady heartbeat.

"Feeling any better?" he asks in a serious tone.

To Sanji's dissatisfaction, you lean away from him to look at his face. Your eyes are still red but the curious glint he's learned to associate with you has found its way back into them. It seems like your grit, honesty or facade, has returned.

"What will you do if I say no?" you ask back.

As relief washes over him, Sanji smiles down at you. His hand slicks your drenched hair out of your puffy face.

"I should figure something out just for my baby," he answers without missing a beat. His fingers brush along your jaw and chin.

Before you have a chance to inquire, Sanji leans down and lifts you. A yelp of surprise is pulled out of your chest. Without much problem and clearly with a lot of enjoyment, he carries you back inside the lower deck of the ship.

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86espresso · 5 months ago

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where do we go now? | qh43

-> 1.7k

sum: you’re the best in my life and I lost you

warnings: HAPPY ENDING in the second part don’t run away, not as heartwrenching as the song I promise, breaking up, angst, feeling like a pile of emotionless trash ❤️, she/her for reader, use of y/n. you’re Quinn’s age and your favorite flowers are marigolds btw.

a/n: I love this song, it hurts so bad <3

You flop on the couch, looking disheveled and tired. Junior year really brings out the worst in everyone. Quinn, who was sat at its end, immediately threw aside his phone and put his sole attention on you.

“Hi, Goldie. How was school?”

“Horrible. I’ll kill mys-”

“Okay, okay I won’t let you finish that,” he muses. “I worry about you sometimes.”

“You don’t need to, Q. I’ve got it under control. Swear on Jack’s life.”

“I can’t decide if that’s reliable.”

“Hey!”

The younger boy was the one who gave you the nickname after your favorite flowers, and as annoying as he can be, he never fails to make you smile.

“Alright, boys. No need to throw hands. Quinn, could you wake me up in twenty minutes? Carla’s coming over for tutoring.” You add sleepily as you lay your head on Quinn’s lap, and he immediately threads his fingers through your hair, giving you a gentle scalp massage and acknowledging that he heard you. You really could get used to this everyday, til junior (closest thing to hell on earth) year ends.

The tutoring session with Carla goes by fast since its always fun with her sharp personality. She always has the right words at the top of her tongue. Which is why it was concerning to see her quiet after the session was over.

“What’s up, Car?”

“I don’t know,” she sighs, running a hand through her short hair, “You- well, it’s weird since I don’t seem like the type to talk about these things-”

“Spit it out, Carla,” You deadpan.

“You’re, like, in love with Quinn, right?”

It catches you off guard and you check the door of your designated room in the Hughes’ house to be safe before answering, “Yeah?”

“Do you ever plan on telling him?”

You can’t help the way all of your insides turned to mush, “I did, actually. A couple of days ago.”

You flushed as you remembered that night.

You and Quinn had just sat down to study for the same stupid French exam you both needed to take. It was exhausting but studying with your favorite person made it so much better.

“You know, you’re, like, my best friend.”

You pause, but continue a moment later because you knew that Quinn could sit in silence for hours with everyone except you.

“Yep.”

“Okay.”

You laugh through your nose, he might be the most endearing person ever.

“I love you.”

Now.

You would’ve lied if you said you didn’t feel your stomach lurching in a good way.

“I love you, too? Quinn, what’s-?”

“It’s like.” He shuts his textbook. “You’re the one person who knows me inside out and you’re, like, always there for me. And I-“ he huffs, running a hand through his hair as if he couldn’t find the right words, slightly distracting you with his bicep.

“I don’t know what I would do without someone as constant as you in my life, y’know?”

Quinn was definitely more empathetic than his brothers, but the sentiment was almost too much for you to handle.

So, the sudden bravery and burst of emotion in you decided that you will not start crying and instead throw your notebook to the side and straddle his lap. And cup his face.

As soon as you realized what you did, mortification took over all of your senses and before you could clamber off of Quinn’s lap, he puts his hands firmly on your hips to lock you in place.

“Goldie,” he murmurs your sweet nickname as if in a trance.

“Can I-?”

“Please.”

His voice was borderline desperate when your lips collided in a firm, dizzying kiss. It started to escalate when the kisses went from soft to feverish and his hands were all over your body and tangled in your hair, French textbooks long forgotten.

“I love you so much more, baby,” You managed to say between pants and stolen kisses here and there while you and Quinn stayed intertwined. That’s when he shoved your face into his chest so you wouldn’t see the blush on his face.

You two eventually broke apart because it really was super late and even with the adrenaline, you weren’t sure if you could stay awake any longer.

So, you and Quinn made your ways to your separate rooms, grinning like complete idiots but not without sharing a goodnight embrace.

“Shut the actual fuck up.” Carla snaps you out of your trance, jaw hitting the floor. “Honestly, I never thought you would ever grow the balls to do that.” You could never stop smiling around Carla.

“Well, I did grow the balls and you weren’t finished with what you were going to say.”

She looked uncomfortable again. You spared her the misery and said it for her instead.

“Jack.”

“Oh god.”

She buried her head in her hands.

“I can’t have a crush. That’s literally so embarrassing, golds.”

“It’s absolutely not embarrassing, Car. It’s okay to like someone if they’re worth it, y’know?”

“I don’t like him.”

Sure she didn’t, but you ended it at that.

One thing you learnt from being the oldest child with neglectful parents was to lock up your own feelings and put them away in some dusty top shelf while you attend to others.

And now it was almost the end of senior year.

The Hughes’ knew you since you walked into their life at 11 years old. They all, especially Quinn, understood you better than anyone else.

They started noticing small changes.

How you stopped spending special time with Luke where you both did his homework and helped with girl problems. How you stopped organizing pranks with Jack and his friends and having witty banters. How you’d started to shy away from Quinn’s touch and become nervous-uncomfortable around him rather than nervous-giddy.

Every time he would praise you, you would think of the lower than average score you got on the test earlier. Every time you two were out for lunch, you would remember how you started falling off in your favorite sport, and your hunger would go away. You felt sick to your stomach about every little thing you did.

Quinn isn’t that much of an idiot though. He knew you needed space so he avoided prodding too much.

“Hey, goldie”

You let out a soft hum, acknowledging that you heard Luke before he takes a seat next to you, a spot where you were usually found overlooking the vast lake. Luke would always be a little brother to you, even now that he’s 15 and understands so much more than he did when he was 7.

“You’re sad,” he noted. The corner of your lips twitched.

“Not anymore, Lu, and you don’t need to worry about me,” you gave him a glance before shifting the conversation to him and asking about school and hockey. He took the bait, bless his heart, and talked while you gave the occasional hum and raise of your eyebrows. He knew not to be offended; you weren’t exactly… you anymore.

“You know.” He breaks the few minutes of silence. “If there’s something that’s really bothering you, you should tell us. Or at least Quinn. He’s worried.”

You were wrong. The little boy you grew up with wasn’t stupid enough to take the bait.

For the first time in days, tears sprang to your eyes. You look up at the sky that was getting darker with time, just like you.

“it’s just- everything, I feel so useless and sad and I’m always snappy, and.” You take a deep breath. “Quinn’s moving. He has his whole life planned out. And, so do you and Jack. What the hell am I supposed to do? Michigan is so far away from Vancouver, I don’t even know my majors yet I just-” You stop, because the boy who you were almost four years older to didn’t deserve to hear your worthless problems.

Regardless, he pulls you into a tight hug without intentions of letting go.

“Y/N.” You momentarily freeze at the lack of your nickname. “All of us can’t really imagine a life without you. Those stupid things don’t decide your worth. You mean so much to us, goldie.”

You knew his words held meaning, but you couldn’t bring yourself to believe them.

The next day, you were found at the same spot. Not by Luke this time, but by a softer, deeper voice that used to be sugar to your ears. Still is, but clouded with the mess of emotions in your head. Or lack thereof.

“Hey, baby.” The pet name actually did something to your stomach this time. You don’t deserve to be called baby by him.

“Hi,” You whispered back. You look up at him as he he sits next to you, mustering a small smile because its the least he deserves. He seems to light up at the slight display of emotion, and leans in to kiss your forehead.

You don’t deserve to be taken care of so gently.

You don’t deserve any of it.

His touch was so comforting but it felt like poison. You lean into it and pull away because this may be the last time you ever talk to him.

“We need to break up, Quinn.”

He’d spoken softer words to you at first but it escalated. He couldn’t be blamed for fighting back, because the girl he knew, the girl he laid his heart out for, wasn’t there anymore all of a sudden. His eyes were teary and yours were dull and dry.

“Quinn, I’m leaving and you need to stay away from me.”

“No.”

“You look so hopeful, trying to convince me that we- we were made for each other and we’re supposed to last forever and that I have it figured out as well as you do. We are so different, Quinn. It was never going to work out.”

“Just-” he ran a frustrated hand through his hair. “If it’s the space that you need, you know where I am.” His voice had grown soft, but you had already turned your back.

The rest of it was a haze; packing the few clothes you brought with you to Michigan, leaving without telling anyone. Except Jack, who saw you packing through the doorway and got sad, knowing exactly what’s going to happen.

You went to your aunt’s home after that, which was in a small town that was annoyingly close to Vancouver. It was serene and quiet and Carla had committed to college there.

If it’s the space that you need, you know where I am.

so part two yes no idk

love u all 💗

#quinn hughes #quinn hughes x reader #ellie writes 🙂‍↔️#quinn hughes angst #quinn hughes fluff

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loving-family-poll · 1 month ago

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2nd Ultimate Incest Tournament - Round 2

Propaganda under the cut

Jesus/Mary:

And then Jesus did fucketh his mother amen

Cmon man it’d be really fucking funny

It's never gonna happen BUT imagine if the last poll ended up being Jesus/Mary vs Lestat/Gabrielle. Heavenly Mom/Son VS Trashfire Creatures Of Darkness Mom/Son

Technically double incest due to the Holy Trinity: Jesus is God, which means he's both Mary's son and Mary's Father. Insert "calling your son Daddy" joke here

We wouldn't have Michelangelo's Pietà or Fabrizio De André's La buona novella concept album without them

Mary pretty much pushed Jesus into performing his own first (official/canonically recognized) public miracle at the Wedding at Caanan. If she hadn't spoken up? Not only would the wedding itself been a disaster and tanked the couple's reputation, but Jesus would have spent his life being like "uhm, but I should wait for a REALLY important occasion to use my divine power..." until like Lazarus

What if you were young and pure and unused to much besides life in a temple and your entire existence was shrouded in prophecy and mysticism to the point you were Chosen by God as the vessel for His own incarnation but then said incarnation turned out to be like. Just a child, besides the occasional weird Unearthly Wisdom Moment or early miracle. And what if you loved that child above anything else, despite having been forced to flee from your homeland due to his very conception putting you at risk of persecution and death, despite having had to give birth to him in rather miserable conditions, despite your husband almost leaving you over him. And then it turned out your child was never yours to begin with, but the whole world's sacrificial lamb, and you had to watch him suffer through one of the most excruciating forms of torture in history after the betrayal of his friends, and watch him be mocked and insulted and denied a chance of salvation right before that, to the point that even he, who had previously literally walked on water and raised the dead from their graves, eventually lost hope and despaired. And his last, anguished words were for his silent Father, asking why He'd abandoned him, but you were there the whole time, there near the cross you knew you'd watch him die on, and he'd tried giving you one of his own disciples, the one he loved the most, as another son to lessen your pain, to give you someone else to live for, but how could he ever expect you to be able to love again like that?

Gerard/Mikey:

brothers from new jersey. grew up spending a lot of their time together in the basement. we've all heard of flowers in the attic time for flowers in the basement. disgustingly in each other's space constantly. weird offputting freaks you met at a house party or basement show once. they share dawn of the dead in their list of favorite movies which i think is just kind of cute.

went to a smashing pumpkins concert together and decided being in a band is what they wanted out of life.

became the vocalist and the bassist for one of the most influential emo bands of the 2000s. as with any band that tours, especially in early days when you're not that popular, just a lot of room sharing and being noticeably in each other's space. people also consistently joking that they can read each other's minds.

gerard wrote "brother" about mikey and it's suspiciously close to another song he wrote ("summertime") which is straight up one of the most heartwrenching love songs mcr has ever come up with which is really really saying something. not to downplay brother either, because its pretty crazy. actually im just submitting summertime and brother as propaganda.

gerard has, on stage: licked mikey's nipple, pantomimed giving him a handjob, and generally groped him.

my personal favorite is the time gerard had to physically pick up and move mikey to keep him from getting set on fire from stage pyrotechnics.

they also look nothing like each other until they really really do which isn't exactly propaganda so much as porn material. you put glasses on gerard or take glasses off mikey and get them looking the same way and they look literally like the same person

in an interview gerard described teenage mikey as ‘wearing tight, black clothes’, ‘looking like a hooker’, and ‘looking like a piece of chicken’

gerard has gotten up close and personal with mikey during performances of destroya (a song in which 90% of the lyrical content is him moaning) to the point where during a performance one of their bandmates yelled ‘get away from your brother’ at him

gerard also ran a hand through mikey’s sweaty, sweaty hair and along his jaw, then licked it

gerard has written frequently about incest, and when asked which of his characters he related to the most said one who was in love with her brother

gerard is into lots of strange stuff (vomit, piss, inflation, potentially guro) it really would not be a stretch for him to be into incest

This Gif (https://www.tumblr.com/gerardcest/764335264300744704/why-does-he-touch-his-brother-like-that?source=share)

#tumblr polls #tournament polls #incest poll #jesus/mary #gerard/mikey #waycest #round 2

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haysaca · 3 months ago

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Rambles about hag and vampire (hofweis)

Was skimming through some parts of chapter 7 to see the little bits of dynamic we got to see from Semmelweis and Greta and the next thing I knew I was rewatching the most heartwrenching death scene and was reminded why this is called the doomed yuri game.

On another note, Semmel seems to be a bit more relaxed around Greta! Or at least a lot more casual once all the formalities are done.

Its hard to say if that's really the case since one of Semmel's core traits is being very socially adept and deceiving, she's been amicable to everyone in Echoes of the Mountain even trying to be cheeky with her superior when she gets the chance.

Anyways I always thought that they had some sort of senior-junior dynamic due to their age gap, similar to Marcus, but less mentor-mentee and more like veteran and rookie police partners for a short while.

I find Semmelweis' reaction to Greta's death to be very interesting, it's one of the few moments that genuinely makes her speechless (the other being her first time casting arcanum), and it even shakes Bella- a reflection of her inner self- and their determination to live. I like to think it hints to how she actually cared for Greta (at least compared to the rest of the Foundation), not just as a genuine friend, but also as some kind of role model for control and competency. Yet even someone like her could not escape death.

Granted, a lot of factors went to building this moment, and Greta's death wasn't the exact focus; she's in a hurry because of the storm, she's struggling to communicate with Lorelei, and now her boss was calling her ass to work. She was already losing her composure and resolve prior to this moment.

Still, Semmelweis' entire character revolved around struggling against destiny; her struggle to fit in as a rotten wand, her struggle to survive as an infected, her struggle to accept her irrationality. She had been striving to this moment with deception and determination to take control, and all that shook when Greta died, giving way to a little bit of despair.

That's all for my Hofweis ramble, I really hope that if they continue to expand on Semmelweis' story that we'll get to learn more about their history.

On another note, I find this particular moment in Greta's death to be so funny.

Like, she goes "damn skill issue on my part" as she's literally experiencing an agonizing death, with her student also watching.

Oh Greta, your unintentional funniness will forever be iconic and missed.

#reverse 1999 #r1999 #rambles/analysis idk anymore #semmelweis #greta hoffman #hofweis #damn bp for dooming them before we got some backstory!!#greta hofmann #reverse 1999 hofmann #seriously whats the correct tag for greta

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starlostlix · 19 days ago

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Yuumori Light novel review!

So today I finally read all the Yuumori light novel stories (thanks to @teawaffles translations! I highly recommend reading their translation blogs) and I wanted to talk about them a bit separately because I feel like I haven't seen much talk of them. So I'll summarise the premise of each one and talk about what I like about them and what they can mean for the characters and the wider story! Spoilers ahead!

Volume 1 - Stories 1 - 4

1) The Lord of Crime's Caper

- Summary - When Moran is accused of cheating in a card game at a pub, William and Fred tag along to expose the accuser for cheating as well.

- Opinions - this one is a really fun story where William gets a night out and a bit of time 'off' from being the Lord of Crime to just have a bit of fun... and by fun he means showing people how to do card tricks. Moran content is always great, the card game itself is entertaining and the way the cheater (a guy called Johnson) gets caught out is really fun. The bond between Moran and William is also interesting in this story! And Fred is there too and he does a disguise ploy and I love that for him. Not a ton to say about this one, but it's good fun!

2) Louis and the Aquaria

- Summary - in order to catch out a nobleman interested in rare animals, Louis is tasked to look after various rare fish in the Moriarty house - which he accidentally gets perhaps too attached to.

- Opinions - this one genuinely nearly made me cry. First of all, Louis cares so much about these fish and it's really sweet. Moran getting confused by the species names is funny (because I would be too), and everyone naming the fish after each other is fun and interesting. But the best part is Louis' attachment to the fish named after William as it falls ill, as it is not only genuinely heartwrenching but also acts as foreshadowing for much of Louis' role in the Final Problem (doing whatever he can to try and save William since he cares for him so much). When he was caring for fish William so much that he put his own health on the line I was almost crying (and I don't usually cry at books). Brilliant story, probably my favourite in this volume. Also the translators at teawaffles adding visual guides to the fish is brilliant!

3) Albert's drinking contest

- Summary - after the creation of MI6, Albert challenges Moran to a celebratory drinking contest for some fun. Fred and Louis also join whilst William watches.

- Opinions - perhaps the funniest story out of all of them. Seeing these characters get drunk is really fun and it's nice to see them so casual with each other. I'm convinced the amount Moran and Albert (especially Albert...) drink is not humanly possible (or at least not possible without getting alcohol poisoning) but when has that stopped this manga series. Albert having 51(!!!) glasses of wine yet not being drunk is genuine insanity. Quite a short one so not much else to say here!

4) The Adventures of John

- Summary - a young girl asks Sherlock to help find her missing dog but he refuses, so John decides to help instead. After some suspicious (and expensive) searching, He and Sherlock end up walking into a huge mystery to solve.

- Opinions - John is such a sweetheart and a kind soul in this story (and most of the time really) and I'm so happy to see more of him! Also I feel like this is one of 3 times Wiggins and the Irregulars are actually plot relevant and I kind of wish we knew more about them... nonetheless this story is quite fun. I like that they uncover this ring of thieves but make it clear that besides the ringleaders, most are forced into this through abuse and find a way to protect them rather than arrest everyone. Also the way it links to the first story (the mention of a bar cheating scandal, the Moriarty carriage passing by at the end, etc.) is really good I love that. Again the translators at Teawaffles went all out with maps and pictures of the places they visit which I also love!

Volume 2 - stories 5 - 8

5) Forbidden games

- Summary - Sherlock and William are in Durham investigating a club for a noble's missing son and end up walking into a dangerous game of russian roulette.

- Opinions - This is probably what most people talk about but SherLiam's bond and interactions in this story are so important - both intriguing and a testament to their connection despite their limited meetings. The way Sherlock begins to wonder if William could be the Lord of Crime and seems happy of such a worthy opponent feels kind of gay I love that for them. But there's also such a deep level of trust already and that's fascinating. I fear the story is somewhat predictable but it's kind of meant to be (the mention of the 3 assassins paradox at the start ties directly into the ending, as does mentions of russian roulette with fake bullets (that I rightly assume would be switched for real ones in their game)) as the foreshadowing is heavy. It also in some elements foreshadows their face off with Milverton in The Two Criminals in the nature of the scene which is really cool. The antagonist Alan playing rigged games for the thrill of winning after a life of losing is actually a really interesting backstory for him but also it's satisfying when he's defeated. Some elements of this story with the russian roulette remind me of Squid Game s2 (which I watched for the first time recently, i'm thinking of the scene with the Recruiter specifically). Really good story.

6) There's no business like show business

- Summary - Bond helps a group of theatre actors from the slums with a play based on children's stories, only for their performance to be cancelled by the prejudiced theatre owners. So he helps them find an alternative way for the show to go on.

- Opinions - I love this story so much! I love seeing more Bond especially in him coaching these kids in theatre skills and supporting their show. The constantly moving show or 'guerrilla theatre' was honestly genius and so cool, and using the whole of London as a stage in fhis way kind of resembles how William also uses London as a stage for the performance of his crimes. The end of the play where Bond steps in to be Alice's sister and Maya (the lead and main girl in this story - I also love her) uses the lines as a way of expressing her desire to dream big like she did as a kid is so sweet. The connection with Maya being from the same orphanage that William and Louis were from is also amazing I love it. Probably my favourite story in this volume tied with the previous!

7) The eternal children

- Summary - a flashback of how Jack Renfield became the combat teacher for the Moriarty brothers, challenging them to a potentially deadly duel.

- Opinions - the mention of an entrance test made me go "entrance exam... BSD reference?"... but genuinely this story is really interesting but it shows how strategic the MoriBros are even in their youth. Seeing a young Jack was kind of confusing tbh. The ploys the MoriBros used were great though - both the maid ploy and especially the teacup ploy were really smart and the brothers work together so well with each having their own strengths. Quite a short one so not much else to say really.

8) It happened one night

- Summary - Whilst staying in a Cotswolds house of Mycroft's noble friend, Sherlock and John get roped into a wedding party, and eventually wrapped up in an art theft case!

- Opinions - A really interesting mystery story for Sherlock and John, especially with them trying to figure out the mystery. I somehow managed to predict the art thief right (it being the painter Rheos who was in fact a serial art thief running from the law), but it was still quite interesting! Also the Holmes brothers content was brilliant even if short, I love seeing brotherly Sherly and Mycroft!

Volume 3 - Stories 9-11

9) The girl who sees rainbows

- Summary - whilst out looking for presents William makes a new friend, but also gets wrapped up in a hostage situation led by a dangerously evil man.

- Opinions - Helena's dynamic with William is so brilliant he's genuinely so sweet and kind with kids (same with him giving the young boy a piggyback ride.. my heart..). The Synesthesia representation was also really cool! I don't see it talked about very much. Also the villain being called Jake Voorhees as a reference to Friday the 13th's Jason Voorhees is genuinely insane and the naming trend of the antagonists in the vol 3 stories is perhaps the funniest thing to come out of these novels. It's nice to see Patterson a bit more too and his connections to William!

10) The Conspiratorial Bullet

- Summary - the Moriarty group set up a large game of paintball with various nobles, including Helena and her father, in order to prevent a murderous plot and uncover a criminal in the midst.

- Opinions - I love the huge game of paintball and the group being split into different teams, with play and strategy by Bond, Louis, Moran, Fred and Albert being really fascinating! I love getting to see Helena and William again they were so father and daughter coded when he took a paintball for her it's so sweet (the book even said that itself!). The ending was really interesting too and the antagonist was really interesting too (especially finding out he caused the previous story and Helena's father's disappearance), and his name is Andy Krueger... like Freddy Krueger from Nightmare on Elm Street... the naming trend continues. Really good story especially the paintball game I love the paintball game (and seeing Von Herder more was really great!).

11) The Fugitives in the fire

- Summary - Sherlock investigates some of the escaped criminals from the department store crime, and ends up stumbling upon a locked room mystery with 3 bandaged suspects! But in this case he is forced to work with Inspector Gregson instead of his best friend John...

- Opinions - I'm so happy we finally got a locked room mystery for Sherlock! Him being forced to work with Gregson is so funny though because he was fed up of him at the start fr but they coming to respect each other at the end was really nice. Also despite the lack of John in the chapter there's quite a few cute John and Sherlock moments (especially with him pretending John was with him, thinking of his possible responses and also at the end where he praises him!!!). I may have been able to predict the criminal (mostly because he had the name Mike Myers, a reference to Michael Myers from Halloween.. the naming trend continues again) and to some element the method (but I probably figured that out when Sherlock did actually sooo) which was also really interesting. This story also shines in its ending... finding out that one of the suspects is in fact Helena's father who is still alive, her recognising his colour with her synesthesia, her reunion with him... it's also so sweet and the fact William did all of this for her warms my heart and it's honestly the perfect place to end these novels.

Most fun - Albert's Drinking Contest, Forbidden Games (Sherliam content), The Conspiratorial Bullet (specifically the Mori group paintball game)

Most emotional - Louis and the Aquaria, There's no business like show business (Maya's character especially), The Girl who sees Rainbows, The Fugitives in the fire (ending).

Overall Favourites - Louis and the Aquaria, Forbidden Games, There's no business like show business, The girl who sees rainbows, The conspiratorial bullet.

#I love these stories so much aaa #yuukoku no moriarty #moriarty the patriot #yuumori #william james moriarty #sherlock holmes #light novel #mtp william #mtp sherlock #mtp louis #mtp albert #mtp fred #mtp moran #mtp bonde #moriarty brothers #autism goes brrr #long post #manga

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sphireath-wisp · 2 years ago

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#A Night at the Symphony

Synopsis: Laufey songs + Blue lock Characters + love stories = days of me violently sobbing (The pronouns in the lyrics do not matter, reader is still gender neutral and please tell me if I accidentally assign reader with any pronouns other than they/them)

Warnings: Laufey's heartwrenching songs that I love with my whole heart, Kaiser and reader are aged up in his section and old enough to drink alcohol, not proofread, weird interchanging grammar,

Notes: For my friend, @dewwberry. Writing for all the red flags today 💪💪💪

Featuring: Michael Kaiser, Sae Itoshi, Rin Itoshi x GN! reader

Michael Kaiser + "Like the Movies"

"Maybe one day I'll fall, in a bookstore, into the arms of a guy."

"Thank you," was all you could mutter out, a coy smile plastered on your face as the blonde man reached for a book on a shelf too high for you to even tiptoe to. He towers over you, his ridiculously handsome face adorned with an amused smirk.

Before he passes it to you, his blue eyes scan the cover of the book, taking his own sweet time browsing through the pages. You snap out of reality when you hear the sudden close of the book in his hands, a chuckle - most likely at you

"My bad," You apologize for staring, a relieved sigh escaping you when he nods. "It's alright," He pushes up his glasses when it slides down the bridge of his nose, grabbing another copy of the book he had passed to you. "At least I now know what I'll be reading tonight."

You hugged the book to your chest, hoping that you were the only one who could hear the loud drums of your heartbeat against your ribs. "I'll see you around?"

Pursing your lips, you nodded, ecstatically returning the favor when he waved bye to you. You continued to observe his proud strides as he walked off, only noticing the dopey smile on your face when you look at your reflection through the glass-paned windows.

"Huh?" You mumble after snapping out of your daydream, noticing a small card wedged in the middle of the book. Examining it, you widen your eyes when you see a phone number and name written on it, "Michael Kaiser?"

"We'll sneak into bars and gaze at the stars, Surrounded by fireflies."

Before you knew it, you were texting him constantly, returning to that same bookstore every week or so to meet up. As more time went on, you found yourself searching for every chance to meet up with him, whether it was at the movies or a bar. Luckily for you, Kaiser is someone who loves his champagne.

"Time passes by too quickly when I'm with you," Kaiser hears you drunkenly admit, taking a small sip of the champagne he had so generously bought for you. He hums in response, nonchalant as usual. For a moment, Kaiser feels like this bar is too stuffy - the irritatingly loud music preventing Kaiser from hearing your voice.

He rests his chin on his hand, half-heartedly - at first - listening to you ramble about whatever you had to get off your chest. "I'm such a hopeless romantic honestly." Kaiser's ears perk up.

"I've read too many romantic books, they're all raising my standards. It's no wonder I've had no luck - no one's ever good enough." You sigh and you finish another glass of champagne, not even realizing how bad the hangover after this will be for you. He doesn't say anything, his fingers reaching to brush those strands of your hair that have been bothering him. "I wanna love like I've seen in the movies." He pauses just before his fingers graze against your cheek.

"That's why I'll never fall in love." You lie to both yourself and him.

"Oh, I'd like to sleep in till two on a Sunday And listen to the bluebirds sigh."

Groggily dragging your feet out of bed, you blink when you see the blonde man leaning against the door frame. "Kaiser?" You rub your eyes again, the shock striking you all of a sudden when you find yourself in an unfamiliar room.

"I brought you back to my place. You had passed out before I could ask you where your place was." You hold your head in your hands, trying to recall the events of last night in vain. "You were clinging to me all night, you know?" Kaiser chuckles when your face contorts into embarrassment, chiding him for teasing you.

Reading you like an open book, he takes you by the hand - almost hurriedly - and forces you to sit back on the bed. "I'll go buy you some medicine to help with that headache." and so he turns his back to you, gently creaking the door shut, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You spot a small card - identical to the one that was wedged between the pages of the book before - on the bedside table, a glass with about 3/4 of it filled with water holding the card down and preventing it from flying with the wind.

"So old-fashioned." you thought, though you had to admit you did not mind one bit.

"'Take better care of yourself, idiot.'" You scoff lightly after reading the note out loud, rolling your eyes. "Wow, well, that's a very nice thing to say." You sarcastically whip back out of pure instinct - if Kaiser was here, he'd definitely be snapping another annoyingly smart retort back at you. You toss the note aside on the table, that headache killing any energy or willpower you had in your system.

Eyes wandering around the room, you spot a myriad of items - a bookshelf neatly arranged in alphabetical order (that book both you and Kaiser were reading slightly sticking out of the shelf), a comfortable rug that you could probably fall asleep in, and a trash bin filled to the brim with crumpled pieces of paper.

"Strange, why is there only paper in here?" Your curiosity took over and, for better or worse, you straighten out a few of the papers and read their contents, lightly skimming through them on the floor. You could tell Kaiser wrote this just by the handwriting.

'Don't worry about anything, rest up for the whole day. I'll take care of you.' said one note.

'I care about you more than you think, don't ever get that drunk in front of another man.-' the last part was just scribbled off as if the writer wasn't sure how to phrase his words.

You stop, rubbing your eyes as you pull out a torn-off piece of paper.

'I've fallen for you too - just like the movies.'

"Get soaked in the rain and smile through the pain, Slow dance under stormy skies."

It's been a few days since you left Kaiser's place. As much as your heart ached to be with him, you had no idea what to do honestly when you found that piece of a once-complete letter. You didn't know what to do when it boiled down to love despite being a connoisseur in romantic movies or books.

In the end, you were clueless and utterly hopeless, dragging your feet back to that same bookstore.

You wandered inside, that once-comforting almond smell of books making your mind think back to the first time you met him. Yet, you didn't see him at all, no matter which corner you turned. Well, it's not as if you both agreed to meet up today - why would he be here? Though, you always did believe Kaiser had some kind of telepathic power when it came to you.

Defeated, you exited the bookstore just to notice a familiar figure sitting on a bench, staring off into the pouring rain. That blonde hair with blue streaks, that confident posture, of course, it's Kaiser. A mix of emotions stirs in you, but your body reacts on its own accord, feet marching confidently in his direction. Heart pounding. Head woozy. That same lovestruck smile on your face.

"Didn't bring an umbrella?" You peeked over his shoulder, startling him for a second. Kaiser sighs in relief when he registers that it's just you, nodding. He sits up, spine straightening when he notices the umbrella you have in your hand. "You'll have to hold it though, you're taller than me."

"Alright, alright." Kaiser opens the umbrella and covers both of you with it, that usual smug grin on his face - but something feels different this time. You feel his arm wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him. "Stay close or else you'll get soaked." His grip on your waist tightens.

"It's no wonder I've had no luck, no one's ever good enough. I want a love like I've seen in the movies. That's why I'll never fall in love."

"You're such an idiot, actually." You reply to his last joke, your chest bubbling as you try to contain your laughter - in vain. Kaiser dramatically scoffs, making that 'tch' sound and shaking his head."

"Says the one who forced me to take care of them because they were too drunk to tell me where they lived." You jab him back lightly in response. "For your info, I did not force you. You were the one who willingly took care of me."

"I willingly took care of you because I'm just that good of a person!" Kaiser tilted the umbrella to your side, ignoring how his shoulder was getting drenched in the rain. He masks his amusement with a frown when you sigh.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever floats your boat." You roll your eyes despite that stupidly cheerful smile on your face. "Hmph, you sound very doubtful of me." Kaiser retorts, elbowing you, "Then, tell me, know-it-all. Why do you think I willingly brought you back to my place that night?"

You place a hand on your chin, thinking for a moment. A brilliant idea hits you and you put on your best smile, deciding to reply with a cheesy quote from the book both you and Kaiser read, "Because you love me."

He recognized that cliché quote without any trouble, almost instantly facepalmed, and burst out laughing. Something about you made him feel a little more alive, a little more complete. Was it just him, or did every morning seem a little easier to get through ever since he met you?

"You know..." Kaiser lowers his voice, the atmosphere changing.

"That night when you were drunk, while you did not tell me where you lived, you did confess to me something else." Kaiser notices that the rain had gradually stopped as he spoke, observing your once hyper movements slow down. "You told me you fell in love with me."

You halt dead in your tracks, your cheeks heating up. A swarm of butterflies rush through your body and even though you parted your lips, you didn't say anything. He stopped in front of you, the distance between you and him being heartstoppingly close. "I never got to tell you my response to your confession, so..."

Kaiser's wrist slowly turned, tilting the umbrella at an angle that blocked anyone's view of this precious moment - seeing your face in such a flustered state is a luxury that Kaiser doesn't want to share. You feel a hand cup your cheek too gently, treating your skin like the most precious of porcelain. A more genuine, soft grin adorned the man you fell in love with as he slowly pulled you closer, stealing away your first kiss.

"Yes (Name), I do love you. I'll bring you back to my place and take care of you whenever you need me to."

Sae Itoshi + "Beautiful Stranger"

"Beautiful stranger sitting right there, Looked up at me... Looked back for a second, didn't want to be rude. I tend to fall in love on the tube."

You unintentionally whispered a 'wow', your mouth left agape at the sight of a lean young man boarding the train. Reddish-brown hair that he unconsciously brushes his hand through, slim green eyes that make him look so unapproachable, a cold and aloof gaze - yet you felt nothing but warmth in your chest.

He sat across from you, hands tucking themselves comfortably in his pocket after zipping up his jacket. He places his bag on the floor, clamping it in place between his legs.

You notice him sigh, seemingly tired from... whatever he was doing before. His gaze drifts around, locking eye contact with you for a short moment and you felt your body tense up.

You snap your head in the other direction, your eyes still wanting to look back, maybe even wave if you could muster up the courage. Covering the lower half of your face with your hand, you muffle your gasp and pray that he didn't notice you.

You take a deep breath. No way you would fall in love with some stranger you just met, right? From the corner of your eye, you glimpse at him and realize he isn't looking back.

Maybe, hopefully, he didn't catch you? You slowly turn your head back forward, trying to calm your beating heart and that annoyingly imaginative mind of yours.

Greedily, you steal another glance at him, looking at him from head to toe multiple times. It was as if you couldn't get enough of him.

"Beautiful stranger sitting right there, Reading the newspaper, stuck to his chair. I swore that he smiled and I felt my heart drop. Heard the doors open, came to my stop."

You observed him as he fished his phone out of his pockets. He leaned back, mindlessly scrolling on his phone. You scratched the back of your neck and immediately turned your head when he looked up from his phone, pursing your lips.

While you couldn't see his face properly, you swore that there was a small smile on his face. Getting up from your seat, you prepared to leave and waited for the doors to open.

For the first time in forever, you didn't want to reach home this early though the comfort of your bed was more than appealing. Some part of you still wanted to linger around. Your head turns back to that same stranger, still staring at his phone. The sound of the door opening echoed, it was your cue to leave.

Though you weren't hallucinating - he was smiling.

"Beautiful stranger, catching my stare. It's fate we collided right then back there"

You boarded the same bus on your way to work and back, despite it taking longer than your usual route, hope that you'll see that same beautiful stranger dwelling in the deepest part of your heart. Just like a loop of last night, you awaited his arrival patiently.

"Oh!" You mumble under your breath, gaze following his figure just like his shadow would the moment you recognized that unforgettable face. He looks around the bus, almost as if he was searching for something, and you swore you saw him stare at you for a slight second before sitting down across from you.

Just like that, boarding that exact bus became routine for you, and your mornings were brightened by his presence. Your innocent little crush escalated and bloomed into something more, and for a second, you longed for him more.

You wondered how his voice sounded when speaking to you instead of on a call with someone else, you fantasized about how his hand would feel in yours, how warm his embrace probably is, how lovely it must be to be that special someone in his life.

No, this has to be infatuation... right?

"I wonder if he felt the same thing too. Innocent crush on the morning commute."

Another unremarkable morning, you anticipated the same cycle to repeat itself. He'll board the train, glance around, then sit across from you.

Or so you thought. That night, he seemed particularly exhausted, his demeanor was completely different in the morning. His posture was a bit slouched, occasionally yawning and rubbing his eyes. You frowned, worry in your eyes as you clutched the phone in your hand.

As usual, he looked around with that same detached expression. However, this time, despite all of the empty seats around, he sat next to you. Widening your eyes, you immediately turned your head away, more than reluctant to let him see that rosy glow - that you've noticed is a side effect that happens when you think of him - on your cheeks.

You leaned back in your seat, wanting to get a better look at him. He had his arms crossed, reddish-brown hair messy, and eyes weary. He dipped his chin, seemingly looking down at his lap before closing his eyes. Sooner or later, you could hear the soft murmurs and snores from him.

As the train came to a sudden halt, the impact caused his head to land on your left shoulder, using it as a pillow. Cautiously, you adjusted your position and took off your left earphone so it wouldn't disturb him in his sleep. All the passengers must have been jumping to conclusions when they gave you both warm smiles and nods of encouragement, what could they possibly be thinking about?

Though, no matter how you deny it, that enamored smile on your face must have fueled whatever assumptions they were making of the both of you. When you turned to check on him, you noticed something peculiar.

Was he always smiling like that at first?

"What if I would've stayed on the train? Dared to stand up and ask for his name? Maybe we would have exchanged a few words, A fairytale moment could have occurred."

While you dreamed that this moment could last forever, you noticed that you would be reaching your stop soon, and - no matter how tempting the idea of missing a few stops was - you were left with no other option than to shake him awake.

"Hey... hey?" He must be a light sleeper because he woke up pretty quickly with a few gentle tugs. Why didn't he wake up when the train suddenly stopped then... Was he pretending?

You giggle at him, insisting that it was okay when he apologized to you, even lowering his head a little. It felt like something had sparked between the both of you through that short interaction, something that sent your heart into overdrive. From the subtle softening of his gaze to how his shoulders dropped in relief, you could only wonder if you were the cause of such dismissive reactions.

"Oh... this is my stop." Disappointment laces your words, your heart sinking.

With a scowl on your face, you approached the train doors. You give him one last sorrowful look, wishing that sweet, surreal moment wasn't so short. You met his gaze, locking eye contact as you felt the train slow down.

You lifted your hand to wave goodbye, but you clench your fist and hesitate, hurriedly dropping your hand back down right after. Your fingernails dig deeper into the flesh of your palm, that crazy part of you scolding you for missing such a wonderful opportunity. Any rational, logical sense left in you supported what you did, it did save you from any embarrassment or rejection.

Turning your back to him, you solemnly take a small step closer to the exit once the train doors open.

"Wait," You feel fingers envelop your forearm, preventing you from entirely leaving the train. Surprise coursed its way through your veins when you realized it was your beautiful stranger holding you by the arm, a rosy glow that you were only familiar seeing yourself with adorning his cheeks. "I'll walk you home."

(Bonus: After spending more time with Sae, he'll purposefully save a seat on the train for you, placing his bag there and patiently waiting for you. Even when you text him that you won't be showing up to work, he still does it out of pure habit unless the train is really crowded or someone asks.)

Rin Itoshi + "Valentine"

"I've rejected affection for years and years. Now, I have it, and, damn it, it's kind of weird."

"Rin, Rin, what does this word mean?" Your fingers pointed at a phrase on the letter you found on your table. You knew basic phrases in Japanese and barely got through school with that knowledge. Thus, Rin was naturally assigned to be your personal translator throughout the day since he was fluent in English and was conveniently in your class. And, would you look at that, he sits next to you as well.

You watch him eye the letter and his eyebrows shoot up. He snatches the letter from your grasp, practically crumpling between his index and thumb fingers. The smell of the perfume - cheap, for sure - wafts through the air up his nose and he clogs it. Rin was always the type of person to have a disdain for well, most things, but whatever vexed him was more than just the glittery design.

"Ignore it," He expects you to oblige, giving the letter a piercing, demeaning glare. "It's nothing important."

"At least tell me how to pronounce it!" You pout, crossing your arms, "I have to learn Japanese, or else I'll forever be stuck with a grumpy, moody translator." You didn't mind the idea so much actually, but you continued to act like you did.

"I'm not an idiot, (Name). You'll just search up the meaning." He drapes an arm over the top of his chair, jaw resting on his knuckles. "Even if I promise? Swear to keep my word and not search it up?" You persist, probing into why he seemed so repulsed by some scrap of paper.

"Even if you promise," Rin repeats after you, seemingly not budging an inch. You audibly sigh, crossing your arms over your chest. "Won't you tell me? Come on, it can't be that bad." Your knee swerves to the side, jabbing his leg from under the table. "I have a right to know, the letter was meant for me after all."

Logically, Rin wouldn't listen. No, he shouldn't. If wishes to keep his pride, he shouldn't give in to your request. From adopting the traits of his older brother, from an early age, he weaved and molded himself to be rational at every step. Yet, somehow, every bone in his body wants to trust and believes you.

"It doesn't matter anyway," or so he would rationalize his actions, fingers pointing at the words on the letter. Your eyes trail after his finger, listening intently.

"あいしてる.(Ai-shi-teru)" He lowers his voice suddenly, almost into a whisper as if he didn't want anyone else to overhear him. You echo after him and for a moment, you could've sworn that the tip of his ears grew red, "あいしてる."

"He tells me I'm pretty, Don't know how to respond. I tell him that he's pretty too. Can I say that? Don't have a clue."

Rin's group of friends people he tolerates happen to sit near your table during lunchtime and, occasionally, your friends would catch the short glimpses you exchange with him.

You feel a not-so-subtle kick from under the table and you retaliate, returning the favor as you chide your friends. Judging by their smirks, you could tell you were in for a disaster. Seems like they caught you red-handed.

As you are forced to profusely deny anything they say, their teasing reaches Rin's ears.

"You're all red! You definitely have a crush on him!" One of your friends exclaimed, teasing you. You felt like melting as you covered your ears in a weak attempt to block out their words. "Oh, shut up! You're so loud."

Rin glances at you from the corner of his eye and you could feel the shivers crawling up your spine, clawing their way around your body. You could only pray he didn't hear anything as you chewed on your food. You couldn't swallow the food down, fidgeting with your hands under the table while stuttering out poor excuses to change the topic.

At first, he planned to save you the embarrassment and pretend to be oblivious. It'd cause him less trouble anyway - just look away and continue eating, engraving the memory in his mind. Having said that, he didn't know what made him so fond of that flustered expression on your face.

"Lukewarm," He utters under his breath - directed to your friends and, for the first time in a while, himself. He looks away, pulling out his phone to text you with a scowl on his face.

You see your phone buzz on the table and the notification, much to your dismay, displayed Rin's message to you for all your friends to see.

"u have a nice smile" and you felt like your eyes were playing tricks on you. You swiped your phone off the table, pressing the screen against your chest and close to your racing heart. Your friends all screamed and cheered in unison, all you wanted to do right now is scream into a pillow and curl into a ball.

You took a deep breath and gathered your thoughts, shakily checking your phone again. Slowly, your gaze returned back to him, scrutinizing the way the ends of his lips curl upwards.

"Ty, u too <3" You text him back.

"With every passing moment, I surprise myself. I'm scared of flies, I'm scared of guys- Someone, please, help! 'Cause I think I've fallen in love this time."

All of a sudden, it's hard to maintain eye contact like the both of you used to. Every time you both chat, that moment when the both of you coincidentally lock eye contact releases swarms of butterflies.

All of a sudden, it's routine to walk home together. When one of you has the misfortune of needing to stay back after class, the other has no qualms or complaints about waiting. If one of you forgets something like homework, the other remembers. It's like you both complete each other, two peas in a pod.

All of a sudden, he's the one carrying your things for you, insisting it's all lightweight and not a problem after hearing you complain about your back aching.

All of a sudden, you both of whispering answers to each other whenever the teacher calls one of you out.

All of a sudden, you love learning Japanese. You love how he's somewhat patient with you - or at least he tries his best to. He'll sigh when he has to repeat himself, but that beaming grin plastered on your face when you learn something new is one of the best rewards for him - better than the money you continue to pay him for the tutoring despite how he refuses to take it.

'Expect the unexpected,' but there's no way you could have predicted this. Everything happened so fast, but you didn't want things to slow down either.

"I've lost all control of my heartbeat now, Got caught in a romance with him somehow. I still feel a shock through every bone When I hear an "I love you", 'Cause now I've got someone to lose."

He couldn't tell whether it was a blessing or curse to sit next to you. Everything you did has this selcouth effect on him, his mind riddled with that unusually flawless image of you, turning winter into spring in a matter of seconds. Now that he thinks about it, did you ever have any flaws?

From flowers to breathtaking sunsets, his heart had been plagued with this confusing, unfamiliar feeling because everything reminded him of you. It was too intense to forget about with time, too new to be hatred, and too extraordinary to let go of.

You're just like the best goal he ever scored, the best gift he's ever received, the best movie he's ever seen. You're so refreshing, new, but at the very same time comforting like his mom's cooking or a nostalgic video game. You're his biggest weakness and the best thing that ever happened to him all at once.

He's heard of love. How 2-dimensional and sappy it is, how people crave and want it so desperately. He never did understand it. However, now, faced with no choice but to confront his feelings, he's left dumbfounded by just how puzzling and deep they are.

...It's alright if he thinks with his heart, just this one time, right?

"The first one to ever like me back. I'm seconds away from a heart attack. How the hell did I fall in love this time? And honestly, I can't believe I get to call you mine. I blinked and suddenly, I had a Valentine."

February 13, 11:39 p.m. Rin walks into the convenience store, hands tucked comfortably into his pockets as he walks in, a small bag hanging from his shoulder. He sighs when he spots you running up to him, waving at him.

"Why'd you call me so late to come here? You made it sound like you were going to die or something."

"I just... felt like seeing you." You innocently chirp, grabbing some chips that both you and Rin would share later on, good thing you knew his favorite flavor beforehand. "Is that a bad reason?"

Rin narrows his eyes before another sigh escapes him - which you assume means 'yes'. "Why'd you come?" You ask back. Knowing Rin, he should have expected a silly reason like that coming from you.

"I wanted to make sure you were safe. Going out this late is dangerously close to a stupid idea." You chuckle at how logical his answer is, "So, you're saying that you don't mind doing something stupid so I could be safe?"

You feel a sudden glare on you and you giggle. "Okay, okay, I won't tease you." Done choosing your snacks, you go to pay at the counter.

11:47. You exit the store with Rin following behind, holding the plastic bag filled with the snacks you hand-picked. Sitting down on a bench in a nearby park, both you and Rin open up the snacks and chat to pass the time.

"11:58," you whisper under your breath after checking the time on your phone, "almost time."

"Rin," Rin glances at you, tilting his head to meet your eyes when you call out his name, your tone mellow. "How many Valentine's Day gifts did you receive last year?"

He leans back on the chair, the mention of Valentine's Day causing him to glance elsewhere. "Didn't count, I rejected all of them." His hand reaches into his bag, fingers grabbing onto the box of chocolates he had impulsively bought for you, but he doesn't dare take them out.

"Do you have a Valentine this year?" You take a deep breath before asking. He shakes his head, much to your relief. "You?" Rin questions and you shake your head.

"I don't really know how to ask this," you chuckle, an attempt to lighten up the mood as you shift closer to him. "But..."

"Will you be my Valentine?" You ask, staring up at the moon, miraculously able to blurt out the words without stuttering. The silence after that kills you as you hope for a favorable response, you feel the knot in your stomach tighten.

Rin carefully places the box of chocolates on your lap, hand lingering on your thigh for a moment. The box of chocolates was red and rectangular, you could smell a slight scent of vanilla, all tied together with a ribbon. Attached to it was a small card that wrote, "あいしてる." in messy handwriting - he was never good at calligraphy.

"Aishiteru," you read aloud, "You never did tell me what it meant." Rin felt something stuck in his throat, only replying to you with a soft 'mm'. You ignore his refusal to tell you, but you could kind of guess the meaning now that he used it.

Leaning your head on his shoulder, you sigh in content.

February 14, 12:00. "The moon is beautiful tonight, isn't it?" You whisper to him, sliding your hand into his pocket as this warmth bursts from your chest. You feel his hand pull yours deeper into his pocket, intertwining fingers. "Yeah, yeah it is."

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bluemoonscape · 4 months ago

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Same anon and yes that devastating piece was the one I was talking about! :D AAAA, your post about the closeups on Till's collar was what inspired me to take a closer look and it just clicked Thank you so much for entertaining my silly ask!! I love how you described the arches of light and went further into the kind of lonely/alone Till and Luka are, I knew you'd like the detail! Also how you worded that they're all under scorching lights... Let me give you one more heartwrenching parallel for the soul!

It's so very similar to the Ivantill meteor shower, but notice how artificial and static the lights coming from the stages in both instances are compared to the meteor shower, which most likely was outside the garden. The illusion of freedom, but never free, do with that what you will! :)

ANON *jumping up and down* HI AGAIN

The collar comparisons between Rounds 2, 6, and 7 are really interesting to me. I noticed them completely by accident but now I can’t stop thinking about it. In R2, Till is held back by the leash—he’s just rebellious and unpredictable enough to be a threat (clearly. Rip Freddie) and yet something keeps him metaphorically tied to Alien Stage, too, which caused him to run back to Anakt Garden, speaking of that meteor scene. Did he go back for Mizi, or did he simply believe he didn’t deserve escape, the latter theory which has been floated recently? In R6 he doesn’t need the leash anymore because he’s too defeated and drained to attempt anything crazy. Obviously Ivan took care of the excitement factor for him there, but the collar/choker in that round is such a taunt. He’s not tied to anything he can see, but he’s held down more than ever. Ivan’s sacrifice woke him up. It was his cure. In R7 he’s not attached to anything, and even his collar is merely an ornament.

ANYWAY COLLAR RANT ASIDE—another scene comparison I’m going to chew on things 😬 Ugh, you’re so right, the contrast of the bright, pounding lights of the stage and then the natural, softer, but no less brilliant lights of the real sky… during the meteor scene, Till and Ivan are so tantalizingly close to freedom, but like I mentioned in the collar rant, Till is tied to the garden, and Ivan himself is only tied to Till, so when Till goes back, he follows like he has no choice. In his mind there probably was no choice. A life without Till? Unimaginable.

And now Till is free of the leash with seemingly nothing but a thin collar holding him back, because we know he wants to explode. He wants to fight. Ivan gave him that fight back. But he’s in front of… maybe millions of aliens. He’s about to face the prince and face of those millions. He’s the closest and the furthest he’s ever been from freedom all at once. Ivan was the last person keeping him tethered to this competition; emotionally, he’s ready to be free from this place.

Physically, he’s literally never been more screwed.

#thank you again for the chat anon 🥹 i adore your observations #thank you for giving me some opportunities to yap #if you’re on my blog even a little then you know I’m the president of yapping #alnst #alien stage #alnst till #alnst ivan #alien stage till #alien stage ivan #asks #alnst analysis #ivantill

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hallejayy · 3 months ago

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arcane s2 act I spoilers!!!

viktors started a cult,

OKAY FIRST OF ALL THIS MAN IS LOOKING FINE AS FUCK. hes on his villain arc and im living for it. mans limbs are literally making machinery noises AND HE LEFT HIS HUSBAND??? STRAIGHT UP??? THAT "are you cold" SPEECH WAS LEGENDARY IM SO READY TO USE IT IN AN EDIT LIKE HELLO THIS MAN IS SO FUCKING AWESOME

Mel is going through it,

i am SO CURIOUS for this because not only is it introducing a new plot line that could hypothetically lead into other Runeterra stories, but its also shedding some light on ambessa's motivations and why what is happening is happening

the arcane is going crazy,

Jayce going "what have we done" is so crazy to me absolutely outstanding delivery. i am LOVING the jayce and ekko team up. and im also loving how they show that jayce is actually competent (the whole book wild runes talk) where in season one they more showcased his being out of his depth politically. like he KNOWS this stuff he KNOWS what he's doing here and it shows. i also adore how they only show ekko and jayce doing more scientific things- the most we get from heimer is some bubbles and just talk of 'what he's seen'. im loving how theyre telling not showing and how its making him seem more one dimensional in his knowledge rather than someone to be taken seriously

jinx is also going crazy,

I FEEL SO TERRIBLE FOR HER. "you arent my sister. you killed her." HELLO??? HEARTWRENCHING. im so happy they cut out the rest of the baby blue scene from the teaser because that was the COLDEST LINE DELIVERY OF THE CENTURY. and also her plan??? tnhe way she showcased her skills??? like HELLOOO she is so amazing i feel absolutely terrible for her

caitvi is real and dead,

I SCREAMED. I LITERALLY SHOUTED. AND THEN VI WENT BACK FOR MORE??? I ALWAYS KNEW CAIT WAS A TOP JUST SAYING. AND THE WAY THEY BOTH HAVE SUCH EXCELLENT POINTS AND MOTIVATIONS AND THE UNFAIRNESS OF THEM GIVING US VIOLYN JUST TO TAKE IT AWAY REALLY REFLECTS IN THE SUDDENNESS OF THE BREAKUP. JINX'S TAUNTS HAD ME GIGGLING. AND THEN AMBESSA GETS HER CLAWS SINKED INTO OUR GIRL I AM SO NOT READY FOR THE YEARNING AND THE ANGST

jinx & sevika

I AM IN LOVE WITH THEIR DYNAMIC. THE WHOLE SCENE WITH THEM IN SILCOS OFFICE WAS PERFECTION IT WAS TOP TEIR. AND "i didnt ask you to make this" "it was something i could fix" ARGSHSHRJEJJENE. AND THE WAY LITTLE ISHA HAS JUST ATTACHED HERSELF TO THE DUO I ADORE HER. THE SCENE WHERE THE GAS CHAMBER BLOWS AND THEY ALL CURL UP UNDER THE TABLE THING WAS SO FUCKING CRAZY AMAZING IT HAD ME CURLING UP AND SOBBING IM NOT NORMAL ABOUT THIS SHOW AT ALL

#arcane #arcane season two #arcane fandom #arcane season 2 #I CANT WAIT UNTIL NEXT SATURDAY ARE YOU KIDDING ME #HOW DO I COPE WITH THIS

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itspikamefan · 3 months ago

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Save the Tiger (Grateful for what we have)

(I am HEARTWRENCHED by today's episodes. They have absolutely broken me. Not sure if I'll get this out by the end of today but regardless let's take our eyes off Harada and Hama for a minute and focus a little more on Chiba and... Ya know)

Breakfast and Lunch both came and went without much trouble for Chiba. The day was oddly quiet... Especially when Adrenaline was being pumped in through the ventilation.

Hayashi decided to permanently keep watch on Yanagi, with Watari and Tamba tagging in whenever she needed to grab food or water for him. Wada still hasn't woken up due to the motive, though Tsuno still tries her best to take care of him and Kamimura... Ojima, Harada, Hama, Okazaki, and Hasegawa are all off each doing... Something by themselves. Chiba didn't know. That only left...

Nakamigawa...

Chiba began to worry about Hiroaki's disappearance, especially with most of everyone having failed to noticed him gone. Eventually, however, as she went to the Nurse's office for some disinfetant, she noticed a strange small light behind the door.

Quietly peeking in, Airi saw Nakamigawa sitting cross-legged on the floor, candles surrounding his body as he seemed to be in quiet thought. On the bed in front of him, a small notebook laid open, on the left... Handwriting that looked vaguely familiar to Chiba. And on the right... .... ... Oh...

"Sasaki-chan..." Airi mumbles.

"GAH!" Hiroaki jumps, nearly knocking over the candles. "Jeez, Chiba. You ever learned to knock?!"

"I'm sorry... I just wanted to come get some disinfectant... And then I saw you..."

"Yeah, well, it's on the left cabinet. I can grab some down if your stupid stub legs can't reach it."

"...Are you holding a funeral?"

"I... What?" Hiroaki stops, his expression softening.

"For Sasaki-chan... When she died... No one gave her any remembrance... But that's what you're doing right now... Right?"

"I... How did you?"

"You drew her face in the Notebook... It looks nice..."

"...Well, thank Takeshi. He's been teaching me how to draw them. I was shit at faces before but… He’s got a certain way to see the world.”

"...Can I join you? I promise I'll be quiet. I just... wanted to get a chance to say Goodbye..."

"...Yeah. Sure." Hiroaki sighs.

Chiba quietly walks over to Hiroaki, sitting outside the ring of Candles as she stares up at Sasaki's memorial. She quietly lowered her head and closed her eyes, taking a moment to really take it all in...

Hitomi-chan... She was a bit strict at times... But Chiba never suspected what we she was feeling. All the stress she put on herself... All the exhaustion that continued to overwhelm her... Day after day... The tears she spelt when begging for her life. Not that of a Girl Scared of Punishment, but of a Remorseful Woman who wanted to make things right... Even though she knew she couldn't.

And yet... Behind all that, Chiba always felt something deeper. Like Sasaki had a side of her everyone never got to see, due to the Killing Game... The Motive... And the short time we were forced to endure together... She wondered... Was Sasaki-chan really all that bad?

"...You wanna say a few words?" Hiroaki asks.

"Hmm?" Chiba looks up, her thoughts still at the edge of her mind.

"Talk to her... Say anything you didn't get to say."

"...Sure."

Chiba stands up and quietly walks over to the Memoriam. She looks into the eyes of Sasaki's picture... Her sharp eyes staring back into Chiba's soul.

"Hitomi... I know we never got to talk much... For obvious reasons. I... never quite got the chance to figure out what kind of person you were. But... You seemed Smart... And well-intentioned at least. I know you didn't want to kill anyone... You were just scared. I'm not saying you were right for doing it... But I can understand why... So.... I forgive you."

Hiroaki's eyebrows raise at that final statement, intrigued by Chiba's statement.

"Obviously I don't think you killing Isono was the right thing, I don't forgive you for that. You took Isono's life from her... But, at the trial, when you tried to mislead us... Even if you didn't know whether or not we would all be killed on your escape... I... I understand. You were scared... You had committed something horrible, and your clock was ticking... So... I forgive you. For trying to mislead us. I know most people would try to do the same... And you weren't trying to kill all of us... You just didn't want to die... And... I'm sorry... I'm sorry you had to suffer through all this alone."

"...Damn. That was well put together." Hiroaki mumbles.

"...Thank you." Chiba whispers, sitting back down.

There are a few more moments of tranquil silence, the room illuminated by the quiet light of the Candles as Sasaki's picture watched over the two Ultimates. Both of whom were attacked... And both who would live to see another day... For Isono's... And for her sake.

"...Thanks for coming to do this. I usually do this shit alone, but having someone else... I dunno... Makes me feel like I'm not alone in this..."

"You're welcome." Chiba nods.

Hiroaki sighs. "Well... How you holding up?"

"Huh?"

"Your arm, you said you came to get disinfectant. I assume that means it's still injured pretty bad. You holding up alright?"

"Oh... Yeah. I'm fine. It stings a little, but not as much as last night."

"We really need to sort out that vent thing. If you cut yourself on that metal again, we're gonna have a real issue."

"I'll be more careful next time. I promise." Chiba insists.

"How did you even fail to see the metal? It wasn't THAT Dark in the vents, was it?"

Chiba suddenly tensed up. She hadn't been expecting people to ask further questions. Most times, whenever she lied, people took it at face value. She was an actor, after all. People were easily convinced.... Shit.

"I-I was distracted. I heard noises and was curious. I wasn't focused."

Hiroaki narrows his eyes, suspicious. "From where?"

"T-the Library? I think?"

"So you heard noises coming up from the Library, and though you could investigate it from the floor on the vent below?"

"U-uh... Yeah?"

"...You lying bitch." Hiroaki mutters, his eyes widening. "You made that whole story up!"

"W-what?! No I didn't!"

"You're stuttering! People aren't usually telling the truth when they stutter!"

"M-maybe I'm just nervous cause you're pressuring me!!!"

"Bullshit! What the hell happened in there?!"

"I already told you!"

"Liar!" Hiroaki growls, standing up. "You're willing to vent to me about all the little feelings towards the woman that tried to kill us, but you aren't willing to tell the people that care about you about stuff that might actually be important?!"

"It's not like that!"

"Then what the hell is it, Airi?!"

"I can't tell you!"

"Why not?!"

"Cause you'll hurt her!!!"

"And?! If they're willing to try and attack you while you're doing your damndest to escape, they deserve to be hurt!!!"

"No!"

Hiroaki's fed up. He grabs Chiba by the arm and pulls up her sleeve, unwrapping the bandages, much to Chiba's dismay.

"Three Scratch Marks... Aimed directly on the under side of the Forearm. If your arm were facing like that, you'd be protecting something... You'd be protecting..." HIroaki trails off as his eyes widen.

"H-hiroaki?!"

"...I'm gonna kill that fucking Tiger."

"NO!" Chiba struggles, and kicks Hiroaki in the jewels. Hiroaki howls and drops the Star, letting her run and block the door.

"I won't let you hurt her!" Chiba calls out.

"Out of my fucking way brat!" Hiroaki snaps.

"No! She didn't do anything wrong! It's just the Motive!"

"Who the hell cares?! It was a shit idea for fucking Let's Go Diego to bring that fucking animal into a fucking school in the first place! But now that cat's trying to fucking kill you?! No fucking way!"

"Leave her alone!" Chiba cries.

"If you don't let me end that fucking cat in te next two second, I'll make sure you'll never climb that stupid rope again!"

"If you kill me, you'll die! And you'll never get out of here!"

"I never said that. I'll just break your stupid fucking legs, so your stupid brat ass can NEVER-"

"NAKAMIGAWA!!!"

The argument is suddenly silenced by a loud shout. Hiroaki and Chiba turn to the door. Ojima is standing just outside, his face filled with rage. Chiba allows him to enter reluctantly as the Illustrator storms in.

"What the hell did you just say?!?!" Ojima snaps.

"I-I wasn't-"

"Why the hell were you threatening to hurt Chiba?!"

"I- The Tiger... Chiba she fucking... This brat doesn't know what's good for her!"

"I do! Stop treating me like a stupid kid!" Chiba snaps.

"If you're trying to protect her, then why did you threaten to break her legs?!"

"Because she's trying to get herself killed!!!"

"That's your solution?! Not to talk it out, or try and explain what's right?!"

"I tried to explain! But this stupid brat refuses to listen!!!"

Chiba huffs and turns away from Hiroaki, angry tears streaming from her face.

Takeshi sighs. "Nakamigawa... Go to your room. Don't do any rash shit. I'll talk to Chiba and get to the bottom of things. Then, we can talk about what to do next. Instead of you trying to take action on your own."

"I- ...Fuck." Hiroaki growls as he storms off, his face raging as he stomps off to his dorm.

Ojima turns around and leans down to Chiba. "Hey... I'm sorry about that. I know it sounded like it... But he didn't mean any of it. Adrenaline's a bitch, right?" Ojima jokes.

Chiba refuses to turn around, her rage still at the forefront of her mind.

Ojima sighs. "Look... You mind telling me what happened? I promise I won't do what Hiroaki did. I'll hear you out... And I won't do anything as rash. I promise."

"...She didn't mean it." Chiba mumbles.

"Hmm? 'She'?"

Chiba turns around, tears still streaming down, though those now tears of sadness. "Sawa... She just got too excited... And Harada. He tried to stop her. She didn't want to hurt me... And I didn't want to hurt her either. It was an accident."

"... Is that why your arm is cut?"

Chiba nods, wiping her eyes. "I didn't want to hide it. I just didn't want Sawa to get hurt because of me."

"That's very noble... But also dangerous. If you don't tell us the truth, and Sawa gets riled up again, we won't know what she'll be capable of. We don't have to hurt Sawa... But we need you to tell us the truth... Ok?" Chiba hesitates, before letting out a solemn. "Mmhmm..."

"Good... I'm glad you're ok Chiba." Ojima mutters, wrapping Chiba in a hug.

The actor hugs him back, taking a moment to compose herself. The room is silent, the candles from Sasaki's funeral still flickering as the two calm themselves in solemn silence.

Finally, Takeshi breaks the hug off. "Now, I'm gonna go talk to Ojima for a bit. Then, I want to meet you in the library."

"How come?" Chiba asks.

"I want to show you your story." Ojima smiles.

"You finished?!" Chiba says, her mood perking up as she smiles at Ojima.

"Yup! Though, if you want, we could try adding even more to the story, or even start a new one!"

"Yes, yes! Another story!" Chiba smiles.

"Right! Well, I'll be waiting for you there!"

"Yeah! I got so many ideas! I can't wait to share them with you!"

"I look forward to it!" Ojima gives Chiba a final wave as he exits the room, presumably to calm Hiroaki down.

As Chiba is left in the dark office once again, she turns back to the funeral set up for Sasaki... She quietly blows out the candles and gently sets the candles on the desk, making sure each flame is extinguished. Then, she grabs the Notebook and gently closes it, before setting it next to the candles. She writes a small note, asking whoever finds it to return the notebook and other items to Sasaki's room.

Finally, Chiba approaches the door, and turns around, looking at the empty hall.... She gives a small wave to the room, before closing the door behind her, allowing her to, if only temporarily, give closure to this chapter of her life...

(TO BE CONTINUED)

#tetro danganronpa pink #tetro danganronpa spoilers #chiba airi #hiroaki nakamigawa #ojima takeshi #sasaki hitomi #this took way longer than I anticipated #no due in part to tumblr being a BITCH about saving my drafts #Anyways I lied this is going to be 5 parts #potentially longer #Also sorry Harama fans #You'll get more of them soon I promise #Maybe I'll even do a seperate fic for them #but this is Chiba's story now #sorry not sorry

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flamigoat · 8 months ago

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New Fanfic In Progress!! :D 💖👑

Turns out writing Rabbid Peach and Princess Peach interacting is super fun!

I’ve got a new fanfic I’m working on focusing on future fan kids and relationships in my story. Same universe Phoebe’s in!! Oooo the intrigue!! You wanna read it so bad ooooooo~ /lh /silly 🪄⭐️

The fanfic will deal with Princess Peach being helped by Rabbid Peach during her pregnancy. She serves her as a companion during her pregnancy.

Relationships: Mareach (Mario x Princess Peach), Raypeach (Rayman x Rabbid Peach), and Implied Luaisy (Luigi x Daisy).

‼️⚠️Warnings for those kinds of themes if you’re uncomfortable with that! Pregnancy, talks of pregnancy, wanting kids etc. Not explicit, just in concept. ⚠️‼️

Here’s a little preview under the cut :

Flash forward to now and the pair of friends sat together on the balcony overlooking the palace gardens, enjoying their favorite cup of tea. Rabbid Peach was on her phone, scrolling through all the pictures filled with memories of her friend’s pregnancy. She made sure to document every moment, even if she had to cover it up as just wanting to take selfies. She knew how much Princess Peach would love to look back at them, especially when she was due so soon. Only the calming clinks of teacups and the tapping of Rabbid Peach’s fingers on her phonescreen broke their silence. It was nice. Enjoying a peaceful day with her best friend like this.

The rabbid’s attention drew back to her friend, when their eyes made contact it earned a huff of amusement from her. The princess hummed in response, continuing to sew little decorations into her ever-growing scrapbook. It was filled with pictures of her friends, tidbits of notes scattered about depicting things like how her day went, what she ate, and who she spent time with. Most importantly, telling her babies how excited all their aunties and uncles were to meet them. They were all one big family. A gigantic family of heroes. That warmed Rabbid Peach’s heart immensely to witness.

Looking at her now, her stomach was swollen, visibly pregnant. Wow. How fast time had flown by. The doctors knew she was going to be due soon, so she was confined inside the castle walls for now. It was heartwrenching, watching her friend sink deeply into the dread of boredom. At least the little distractions she put together were helping. Well, she hoped they were anyway.

Hmph. Now that she thought about it… Bowser hadn’t even tried to kidnap her in a long time. You’d think he would, especially considering she was way more vulnerable now than before. The entirety of the Mushroom Kingdom had been on edge about it, but every day there was a scare for one, he’d never come. Maybe he’d moved on? Or maybe he got the knowledge that it wouldn’t be cool to kidnap somebody pregnant? Heh! Whatever would get through that turtle’s thick skull. It is a lot quieter this way. More peaceful, a nice change of pace for the princess and her subjects.

“Hey, Rabbid Peach? Can I inquire you about something?”, Princess Peach spoke softly, a strangely serious tone to her voice.

“Bwahh! Sure thing! I told you Peach, you can just call me Peachy or Peaches. No need to be formal, we’re friends, remember? Besties! It’s okay!”

Her friend giggled at her, face crinkling with joy. Good. It was nice to let her friend loosen up now and then. Peaches couldn’t imagine what image it’d take to run a country constantly with no breaks inbetween. She would’ve gone crazy by now if she was in the princess’s place.

“My apologies, Peachy~. Is that better, dearie?”, the normally proper princess stuck her tongue out at her. The rabbid shot back a playfully annoyed look towards her friend, “Yep!”, her voice making a popping sound after the pronunciation of the p to emphasize her point. “So what’d you wanna talk about?”, amusement purred out of her throat.

Oh. This could be good. Some gossip the princess heard among her workers. Oooo! Maybe some drama from the other kingdoms?!? She had been hearing a certain green plumber she knew had been seen out with the princess of Sarasaland. Rabbid Peach sipped her tea eagerly, trying to prepare her thoat for a long session of juicy conversation. She’d need it. They could and have talked for hours before.

“Do you ever think you’ll want children?”, Peach purred out casually, earning a sudden coughing fit from her friend in surprise. Rabbid Peach choked on the half swig of her tea, battering her chest with a closed paw. Okay, she was not expecting that!!

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dotthings · 2 years ago

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So this is it. Last episode of Gotham Knights.

Thank you to James Stoteraux and Chad Fiveash for a fantastic finale. And to all the writers and cast and crew who made this beautiful DC series.

Season one gave us a taste of all the places this could go and what this show could be and it was SO GOOD I'm sorry there won't be more of it. There's only a few DC live action TV series that have worked for me over the years, Gotham Knights is among them.

"Batman chose well. Gotham needs its Robin." I LOVE this. Carrie's mom trusting her to look after herself, to stay alive, having seen her daughter in action as Robin, and asking her daughter to go save lives and trusting her to survive in return.

Commissioner Soto!! Knew!!! So...maybe she was the Gordon analogue in this continuity. All this time.

What finally made Harvey give himself over to the Two Face personality, what finally made him fully snap -- HE DID IT TO SAVE HIS DAUGHTER AND THOUSANDS OF LIVES IN GOTHAM. This is a really brilliant re-imagining.

With Turner's parents, I got that there was more to the story. Batman was defending himself from assassins. I didn't expect this version to have Batman actually have killed them, because the Batman doesn't kill idea is so seminal in most continuities including this one--this Batman also had the do not kill code.

He's a precise highly trained fighter, who has a strong code about not killing. So in that fight, something went wrong, he was in deadly peril, or, in defending himself, did something he didn't intend to be a kill, but wound up killing them.

Misha Collins and Olivia Rose-Keegan are hitting it out of the park in all their scenes. Duela with Harvey, Duela with Two Face, two very different dynamics and both riveting.

Misha getting to play Harvey as a regretful father who wants to save his daughter and thousands of lives and make amends and then Misha getting to play completely unhinged scarred, murderous Two Face and Misha floors it in both directions.

GIVE HIM AWARDS I'M NOT KIDDING HE DESERVES NOMINATIONS.

Sadly, because it's the CW network and a superhero show, the critical awards people won't even look at it. But I'm betting industry folks will take note anyway. Bravo, Misha.

I didn't expect Turner to actually be dead, and that tactical team had French accents so I expected Henri Ducard. Still enjoyed that reveal at the end. Guessing they're going with the comics background as inspiration (and would put their own twists on it--and not Nolanverse.) Henri Ducard trained Bruce Wayne. He's not a good guy, but he helped Bruce. I like how this show's plan was to have him train his son too.

And Turner, who wants to live up to his father's legacy, becomes a legacy and inspiration for his friends, to Duela, to keep fighting for Gotham, like Bruce did, like Turner wanted.

I can only guess what the S2 plans were. It's hinting Turner becoming a new kind of Batman eventually, not sure by S2.

The Knights are going to be pissed he didn't tell them he's alive.

The Two Face and Duela stories I'm sure would be riveting.

Steph/Harper and Duela/Turner getting more development and drama. Harper enrolling at Gotham Academy. Cullen would get a boyfriend.

Beyond that, it's a wild card. Two Face likely as a significant villain, but perhaps one who goes after other villains, who ultimately acts to preserve Gotham. Maybe some Owl remnants would be in play?

As it stands, I'm grateful. I got to have this, as a DC fan. I didn't go into this solely as a Misha fan. The bulk of my perspective of this show was as a DC fan, and it was good and I am going to keep saying it was good.

I love the team, I love its beautiful, candle-lit, aged, gothic, old stones and hidden dark corners and dirigibles and pre-war towers Gotham style. It gave, in my opinion, what is the best filmed take on Harvey Dent I've ever seen. The most nuanced and compassionate and unhinged and heartwrenching and frightening and gloriously fun to watch.

And it gave me this amazing and wonderful version of Carrie Kelley's Robin and I think I will miss her most of all.

#Gotham Knights #GK spoilers #GK meta

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the-one-who-lambs · 10 months ago

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AO3 Questions Tag Game!

I was tagged by @bamsara (on my main @onethirdofimpossible but most of my readers follow me here for cotl stuff so I'm posting it here)

I tag @i-eat-deodorant and @megsiepoo!

Under the readmore because this is long as shit

1 – How many works do you have on AO3?

69 BAYBEEEE

2 – What’s your total AO3 word count?

213,360 words published

3 – What fandoms do you write for?

Previously: Pokemon (no longer online), Steven Universe, a few Deep-Sea Prisoner games (Wadanohara and the Great Blue Sea, The Grey Garden, Ice Scream)

Currently: Cult of the Lamb

4 – What are your top five fics by kudos?

The Care and Keeping of Eldritch Gods. Until the rewrite of RL/FG is done, this is my magnum opus

Present My first ever CotL fic. This was the first time I'd written fic in like four years and I was dusting off my writing muscles...

Smitten soft narilamb....

Cat(nip) Boy wrote this for shits and giggles in my early fandom days. The One Who Waits on catnip

How Narinder Takes His Tea First part of the old RL/FG series. Though I'm remaking it as a longform multichap fic, I'm keeping up the old series because of the memories + I don't want other people who saved the old one to lose it.

5 – Do you respond to comments?

All the time! I was able to respond to literally every single comment back in 2022, but as last year went on, I realized I probably can't realistically do that anymore. It's a blessing and a curse.

6 – What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

We already knew how this would turn out. Title not given directly in my answer in case of spoilers. My readers saw it coming because I had built up to it, but I took my time writing the gradual reveal in the last chapter to make sure it landed the way I wanted it to.

And one more comment I won't post here bc (for anyone who wants to read it) spoils the ending but shoutout to the person who physically felt the shock lurch through their body when the realization hit them after the slow build-up.

As much as I love angsty stories with happy endings, what gets me more are stories that are happy at face value, with endings that are heartwrenching because of the underbelly of what lurked beneath that facade.

7 – What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

The Risen Lamb and the Fallen God. Bit a spoilers below if you're avoiding that

The original wedding fic (as part of the original series) is up, but it's going to get a good polishing in the rewrite. Lambert and Narinder are going to have a private first dance, Thenana and Narinder are going to have a deeper conversation, Ratau's interactions with Lambert are gonna be shown rather than just told, Aym and Baal will be revived.

8 – Do you get hate on fics?

Mostly no. There was one time last year that I was compared to another writer in the fandom and slowly asks evolved into "your own concepts are being done better by others" and shit, and the other writer got hate messages as well, and... well, it was a whole thing. Don't wanna talk too in detail about it because I don't wanna beat a dead horse but cotl writers have unionized so we got the last laugh I guess

9 – Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

lol ya it's on remainderofreality. What "kind?" uh. experimental because I'd never tried the genre before this fandom and it kinda shows but that's okay.

10 – Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Honestly, I'm not really into crossovers! Unless it's Webber in cotl. He can stay, he's cute.

11 – Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yeah. It was actually the first fic I posted online, ever. In middle school, I wrote a whole ~100k-ish word self-insert pokemon fanfic, which I wrote by hand in like five composition notebooks, so I never posted that online. But after that I decided to post shorter one-shots for pokemon online, and a few months later I found one of mine reposted without credit. Plagiarized entirely, basically. It scared me and I deleted everything I had posted online, and I don't have extra copies of the works now. :(

12 – Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope, but I'd be okay with it if I was asked beforehand and proper credit was given!

13 – Have you ever co-written a fic?

Yeah! Of Duty and Devotion is basically a glorified roleplay between me as Aym, @i-eat-deodorant as Baal, @checkplzjuliet as The Lamb, and @surfdudeboy as Narinder. I also wrote Hide and Seek, a cute little Bishop family one-shot, with @lordiedams (hi Damien I miss you).

14 – What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Narilamb. I haven't focused on a ship for this long, except maybe Rupphire back in the day, but I'm fixated so much more on CotL than I was for SU.

15 – What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Honestly, Of Duty and Devotion lmao. I'm much more focused on my own projects and so are Pavi, Surf, and Juliet. I do want to finish it though.

16 – What are your writing strengths?

Pacing, diction, syntax, getting the intended point across and doing it well. Once I commit to doing something, I don't usually let myself "give up" on it, hence why I barely have any unfinished WIPs. That's a skill honed with tons of practice, though. I have massive ADHD, and I'm bad at finishing things, but when it comes to writing by god I'm gonna do it.

17 – What are your writing weaknesses?

I often struggle to get to a point where I'm totally focused in on what I'm writing. It does happen once or twice a month, but honestly, I'm usually so busy with life stuff that I don't get to do that most of the time! I wish I had more time to make room for my hobbies, but alas. At least summer is coming up, and I'll be able to do that more often, hopefully!

18 – Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

It's possible to do it naturally for sure, but I rarely see it done well in fic. I've never attempted it...... or, wait, have I? I guess Thenana's sign language counts, huh? ...I feel like I need to do more research about this topic to answer the question properly.

19 – First fandom you wrote for?

Pokemon <3

20 – Favorite fic you’ve written?

The Risen Lamb and the Fallen God or The Care and Keeping of Eldritch Gods.

Risen/Fallen (and the enemies-to-lovers narilamb dynamic) was like the first thing that I did to make a "mark" on this fandom, and I didn't expect it to inspire so many people for sure! But, the first iteration of the series was so rushed. I wrote the whole thing in just over three weeks and averaged one chapter published every day and a half. Now that I have a better grasp on the characters after playing with them for a long while, I get to see my improvement, and I get to see so many friends I've made along the way sticking with me, the revamped "director's cut" version is definitely on track to be my favorite work.

However. It has yet to surpass Care and Keeping. As the oldest of four kids in my family, I based so much of Shamura on my experiences as an eldest sibling, and many of the experiences the younger bishops had in their formative years on our own childhoods. I based Narinder's childhood off of brother #1's (brother who is two years younger than me), Kallamar's childhood on my own, Heket's childhood on my sister's (five years younger than me), and Leshy's off of my youngest brother's (ten years younger than me). This story wasn't just an exploration of the Bishops and their dynamic/relationship pre-canon, it's also a testament to my own love as an eldest sibling... and all the anxiety associated with that, too.

Thanks for tagging me! Back to working on my presentation...

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