#@the people who told me I lied about what Axel told me

[yoroshiu]

Thinking about Kingdom Hearts' narrative with communication.

As with a lot of conflicts in story and real life, much of the most heart wrenching stuff in this series stems from a lack of communication or a severe misunderstanding between characters.

The Foretellers fall apart due to mistrust that was bred in between them, as according to the Master of Master's plan, and a lot of their interactions are full of deceit and witholding information. In an effort for most of them to do what MoM says while simultaneously realizing that they could go against his word to save the world, it inevitably leads to war.

Baldr, in his grief, is kept separate from his friends, alone until the darkness overtakes him and he ends up being consumed by it. As a result, everyone is taken by surprise and there's already too many bodies piled up by the time he's dealt with. Even when Hoder appears before him, they are unable to meet in the middle and turn on each other. He ends up killing many friends and plants a seed into what Xehanort becomes.

The basis of the Wayfinders and Eraqus is that they constantly don't talk to each other properly, pushing each other away until their tragedy becomes inescapable. Eraqus not telling his students about anything Xehanort has done, for instilling such an unforgiving view of Light and Darkness, for not telling Ventus the truth until it was too late. Terra, Aqua, and Ventus not being able to talk or clear things up until Xehanort is already beyond knees deep into his plans, and despite having their love for each other go beyond any possible discord, it is not enough to prevent unfortunate fates that befall them.

The Destiny Trio, especially Riku earlier on, suffers from a lack of communication. While not as turbulent as the other trios, it's Riku's tendency to hide away and lash out that builds the conflict between him and Sora. For one reason or another, a quite literal and physical reason for Kairi, they were unable to talk which goes on and on until RIku gets possessed. And it his shame that pushes him to hide for such a long time in the second game as well. Sora has also picked up on not saying anything, deciding to perish without letting anyone know beforehand, and the full-on effects of that have yet to be explored.

The Sea Salt Trio was built on miscommunication. Secrets, unknowns, caring so much that you believe that it'd be much better to fade away without a word than to burden someone with the pain of truth and knowledge. It drives a wedge between Roxas, Axel, and Xion at multiple points. Axel, who was stuck between loyalties, kept information to himself and ended up driving Roxas and Xion away at one point and another. Xion, who found out the truth and also made big decisions without fully explaining to the other two, also inevitably leaves a grief that digs into them even when they don't remember her. And Roxas, who was the probably the biggest victim of not being told anything, ends up barrelling forward, trust broken up until the pieces finally fell in place and he had to accept his fate in tired resignation.

But it's when love overcomes the lies, clearing them away that these groups of friends can come together and start again.

A lot of the emotional turmoil that Kingdom Hearts displays often comes from the very human act of communication with others and how often we fail to do so. The fragility that comes with one kept secret, or one mispoken phrase. How badly people get torn apart when no one says anything. Yet, it also shows how it can potentially be overcome with enough love and determination to recover what was lost, and even if it's not the same as before, there's potential to make things better.

TLDR; Connections are the basis of Kingdom Hearts. Communication is a foundation of connection. The highs and lows of communication is something that Kingdom Hearts explores extensively in the stories of its characters, and that has resonated with me so heavily that I stay up thinking about it.

[zinbu]

Ugliness. Such an intriguing concept, isn't it? People often associate it with outward appearance—crooked noses, blemished skin, an asymmetry that makes them cringe. But for me, true ugliness lies deeper. It festers within the weak, those who lack the will and strength to grasp what they desire, who cower in the shadows, waiting for someone else to seize their dreams for them.

Weakness. The most repulsive form of ugliness. It's not about physical strength, no. It's about the lack of resolve, the absence of a backbone. Look at them, shuffling through life, their heads bowed, eyes averted. They exist, but they do not live. They conform, blend in, terrified of standing out, of making a mark. They whisper their complaints in the dark, too feeble to voice their desires in the light.

They cling to each other, forming a mass of mediocrity, as if their combined weakness might somehow amount to strength. They celebrate the mundane, pat each other on the back for simply surviving another day, never realizing that mere survival is the lowest bar to clear. They disdain ambition, label it as arrogance or greed, because ambition would demand they lift themselves from the muck of their own making.

And what of their dreams? Pitiful things, those dreams. Small, safe, uninspired. A better job, a slightly bigger house, a holiday now and then. They never dream of dominion, of shaping the world to their will. Such thoughts are beyond them, frightening in their intensity, for they might require action, and action carries risk.

Ah, but the weak loathe risk. They cower from it, erecting walls of excuses and what-ifs. They'd rather languish in their safe, predictable misery than dare to reach for something greater. They tell themselves they are virtuous, that their contentment with little is a sign of humility, of wisdom. But it is not humility. It is cowardice, dressed in the robes of false virtue.

I, on the other hand, understand the beauty of strength. True beauty lies in the power to shape your own destiny, to bend the world to your will. It is the fire that burns within those unafraid to seize what they want, to carve their own path through the chaos. It is the unyielding spirit that does not break in the face of adversity but grows stronger, sharper.

The weak? They are fodder. They are the gray, lifeless backdrop against which the strong shine. Their ugliness, their lack of will and courage, serves only to highlight the splendor of those who dare. And so, I will take what I want, crush those who stand in my way, for I am not bound by their petty morals and fears. I am the storm that sweeps through their stagnant lives, and I revel in their terror, for in their fear, they reveal their true, hideous nature.

The world belongs to those who have the strength to take it. The rest? They are but shadows, ugly in their insignificance, destined to be swept aside.

A story told by GREED, VIOLENCE, MANIPULATION, DOMINANCE.

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[kingdom-hearts-last]

Stories

Kingdom Hearts III

Kairi and Lea’s Keyblade Training

Kairi and Lea’s Keyblade Training - Part One

Song: Stories

Sung by: Belle, Kairi

Belle trains Kairi and Lea, freezing time in the world so they can take as long as they need to. After a while of training, Belle allows the two a break. Just in time for Christmas.

While Belle is wanting to bring Christmas back to the castle, Kairi just wants to know what Lea is trying to remember.

I’m sorry I left without saying goodbye. Did Master Yen Sid tell

you? I'm training to become a Keyblade wielder like you. That's right. No more waiting for you to come back from your adventures. I want to get out there and do my part to help. Master Belle has allowed us to train under her at the castle, where she stopped time for us. We can take as long as we need to complete our training. She’s an amazing mage. Oh, and by "us," I mean me and Lea. He's really sorry for all the trouble he caused. I told him it's fine, but he won't stop apologizing. I'll admit I was a little scared of him at

first, but I've gotten to know him better. All he ever wanted was to help his friend. Honestly, it's hard not to like him. Every now and then, I catch him staring at me. When I ask what's wrong, he says, "I'm not sure.

I think I'm forgetting something. Don't know what." Kida, I think it may have something to do with you. Your journey is all about helping people: some that you've never met before, and some like Lea that you have. They're all counting on you. It won't be easy, but I hope you'll remain the happy and cheerful Kida I know. There's no heart your smile can't reach.

Kairi feels eyes staring at her. She looks up, seeing Lea leaning against the open door to her bedroom at Beast’s castle. “Lea? Is something wrong?” She asks, making him break his stare. “It’s nothing. Sorry.” He tries to shake it away, but Kairi knew better. She waved her hand, letting him come in.

Lea walks into her room, sitting on a chair opposite from her bed as she continues writing. “A letter?” He asks, receiving a nod in return. “For Kida?” She shrugs a little. “Technically, but I won’t send it. It’s more for me.” “Ask Cogsworth. He’ll send it for you.”

Kairi nods in understanding before continuing. “Yeah, but it's okay. I just like talking to Kida, even if it's on paper.” Lea finally got it, dropping the topic. He pulls out a couple of ice cream bars. “Here.” He hands one to her. “Ice cream? Really? In this weather?” She was slightly teasing.

“Yeah, I asked Master Belle to pick them up.” Lea explains. “We both summoned Keyblades. Gotta celebrate.” She accepts one of the ice cream’s. “You’re sweet, Lea.”

Lea zoned out again, catching Kairi’s attention. “What?” He snaps out of it. “Nothing. I’m good…” He lies, turning away from her. She didn’t press on anymore. “So, next week, you ready?” She asks, getting a half hearted response. “Yeah. Of course.”

“Don’t hold back, Lea. Promise?”

He looks up to Kairi after hearing her say that, only he didn’t see her. He couldn’t clearly see who it was, but he did see that it was a boy with spiky, pink hair and an Organization coat. Lea’s ice cream slips out of his hand and he feels tears streaming down his face.

Kairi, concerned for her friend, immediately got off her bed and walked over to him. “Lea? Are you ok?” He tries wiping the tears away as Kairi gets closer to him. He gets up from his seat, still trying to clear away the ongoing tears. “Yeah, I’m sorry.” “You’re crying. What’s wrong?”

She was now trying to get an answer from him, only to be shut down once again. “Something in my eyes. I gotta go. Sorry.” He says, finally done crying. She decided to drop it, not wanting to pressure him. “‘Kay, but stop apologizing.”

Lea looks at Kairi for a second before responding. “Fine, on one condition.” He says. She responds with a question to what. “Call me Axel from now on.” She nods in understanding. “Ok, Axel.” He gently smiles at her before heading out of the room, leaving his ice cream on the floor.

Later that same day, Kairi was taking a walk through the castle, stopping in her tracks when she hears music coming from a nearby hallway. She enters the room, seeing an organ playing a chilling tune. She tries to stay out of sight.

He suddenly stops, opening his eyes. “Don’t be alarmed, child. Come out.” He says. Kairi walks into his line of vision. “Ah, you must be one of those “trainees” sent here.” Kairi bows her head in respect. “Yes. My name is Kairi. It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir.” “And I am Maestro Forte, Court Composer. The pleasure is mine, Carrie.” That takes her off guard. “My name is Kairi.”

He changes the subject. “Anyways, in the midst of my crescendo, I thought I heard merriment outside the window. Have a look see, will you?” She walks over, looking through the window. She smiles to herself. “Would you look at that?”

“Oh! I think I might!” Forte says, raising his voice. “I’ll just pick myself up and- Oh!” Large clanking echos in the room as Forte “tries to move”. “What’s thi- hump-! I’M BOLTED TO THE WALL!”

Kairi sheepishly chuckles. She turns back to the window. “The Beast is skating.” She tells Forte. “Why on earth would he do that?” He sounded disgusted. “Well it looks like Belle is helping him.” She felt her smile grow. “It’s so romantic just thinking about it.”

At that moment, more music started playing. Her vision went green for a minute before going back to normal. “You know why I can’t have that. Humanity is entirely over rated. Before the enchantment, there was no need for my particular brand of genius. But now, the master needs my melodies to feed his tormented soul. I am his confident and his best friend...and I won't let some peasant girl ruin it for me!”

Forte let’s out his frustration before calming. “Carly, see to it that this blossoming love withers on the vine.” She nods her head. "Sure thing, Maestro." As she walks out of the door, she forgets the whole interaction, heading down to one of the many rooms in the castle, wondering where Axel went.

"Why is The Beast such a grump?" She hears Belle down the hall, followed by Chip. "I don't know. He's always been this way." The two walk into the same room Kairi is in. "Even on Christmas?" Belle asks, receiving a yes in return. Belle walks over to a nearby desk as Chip hops over to Kairi. "Kairi? What's Christmas?" He asks her. She slightly smile, kneeling down and extending her hand down to Chip.

Chip hops onto her hand, letting her lift him up. "You must know about Christmas, Chip." She says, not taking notice to Belle walking up to the two. "Stockings in front of the fire? Tree? Tinsel?" Chip shakes his head, not knowing what she was talking about. "What about presents? You must know about that." Kairi asks a final question, receiving an enthusiastic response. "Presents? Do I get one?"

Kairi places Chip on a nearby desk as Belle answers his question. "Of course. Everyone gets a present on Christmas." "Even the master?' Chip must be referring to The Beast, who was the master of the castle. Kairi had met him once when she arrived there. She wasn't around him long enough to know exactly what he was like, but considering everyone's loud opinions on him and the fact that Axel tried to stay away from him is that he wasn't really favored by the people who shares the same space as him. Belle still answered Chip's question. "Yes, even the master."

"What are you going to get him?" Chip asks Belle, confusing her. "I don't really know him that well to know what he would want." Chip decided to change the question. "What would you want?" Belle smiles. "What I love most in the world are my books. My stories." Kairi smiles, hearing Belle say that.

Before Asnem dragged the Destiny Islands to darkness, Kida was a lot like Belle in this instance. When them and their brother weren't hanging out with each other, Kida always kept to herself with her books. It was the only thing that Kida kept from their old home, but they have been destroyed since.

"Why don't you give the master a story?" Chip asks, sparking an idea in Belle. "You're right, Chip. A story." Belle places a piece of paper down on the desk and Chip hops on top of it as Kairi takes a hold of a quill pen.

Belle: When I get to know him We'll find more things to say One day I will reach him There has to be a way Everyone needs someone He must need someone, too When I get to know him better Here's what I will do I'll read him stories From picture books All filled with wonder Magic worlds where the impossible Becomes the everyday We'll find a mountain-top And some moon-beams to sit under I'll lead, because I know the way! Kairi: So much to discover I do it all the time I could live inside bright pages Where the words all rhyme We will slay the dragons That still follow him around And he'll smile Yes, he'll smile As his dreams leave the ground!

Belle: Stories and stories About mermaids, kings and sunken treasure Magic worlds where the impossible Becomes the everyday

I know a tiny place Just a dot, Too small to measure I'll lead him there, I know the way!

Kairi: Stories about heroes Who overcame their deepest sorrows They'll put hope into his heart again To cherish everyday

Belle: He'll find a better world And the strength to face tomorrow

Both: I'm sure that when he knows the way He'll want to stay...

Belle had accidentally tied Chip down to the packaging of the book the three had made for The Beast. Kairi helps him out of the ribbon. "Do you think the master will like his gift?" He asks Kairi. "I'm pretty sure he will."

So, does this mean we're gonna have a Christmas? / Absolutely!

[official-kenralie-fanbase]

This post will be functioning as several things:

1) To inform you all that Chapter 28 of Perfect Match is out! Here's the link and yes, I know that I've skipped a couple of chapters but I'm too lazy to go back and make posts for them :) Tag list for the fic: (that people can actually see now!) @bronte-deserves-better @you-have-been-frizzled @axels-corner @marella-gossipqueen-redek @istanrandomfandoms

2) To convince you to vote for Kenralie in this poll and to read Perfect Match if you haven't already by posting a longer clip from this chapter :) I'm so proud of this excerpt, and you can read it even if you haven't read Perfect Match. I know Kenralie isn't going to win the ship bracket, but I'm still holding out hope that my ramblings about them for the past couple of months can maybe pull them into the third round? Hopefully? (Sorry Marelliana stans- I like them, and they'd definitely beat many other ships for me but just. Kenralie.)

Clip from Perfect Match Chapter 28: Secrets below the cut! For those of you who haven't read the fic, this takes place right after Mr. Forkle first talks to Oralie about Project Moonlark.

Kenric was so focused on his own thoughts, he almost didn’t notice as someone appeared in the street right beside his house, soft footsteps on the ground breaking the eerie quiet of the night. But when he did, he smiled. 

“Hey, Ora,” he called from his porch, and Oralie immediately turned around. Her expression was startled, like a child caught stealing candy from the pantry. “Sorry,” he whispered, rushing to the street to walk up to her. “I didn’t mean to startle you.” 

“It’s alright,” Oralie said, her expression slowly melting into normal. “What are you doing out?” 

“Just needed some fresh air,” he told her. “Where were you?” For the first time, he realized that she wasn’t wearing the same outfit she’d been wearing earlier, but just a tanktop and leggings. She couldn’t have been in a meeting with anyone at all important. It was likely she’d been going to meet a friend, but most of her one-time friends hated her now, a fact she’d cried to him about countless times. Maybe she could have been seeing family, but he knew how awful her parents were, and the one cousin she actually liked had betrayed her all those years before. 

“I went dress shopping,” Oralie immediately answered. “I didn’t expect to run into anyone, so I didn’t bother to put all that formal attire back on.” She smiled at him, though, so Kenric knew she wasn’t actually mad. 

“Well, what’d you get?” 

Oralie tilted her head to one side, examining him. “I found something I like, but it wasn’t quite my size, so the very generous store owner offered to adjust it for me. For an extra payment, of course, but I don't mind. She said it’ll be ready in a couple of days.” 

“Working hard, I see,” he replied, winking, and Oralie blushed. 

“I’ve been working hard all night,” she said. “I felt I deserved a break.”

“What project are you working on, again?” Kenric asked, genuinely curious. 

“Overviewing Foxfire curriculum,” she immediately answered. “It’s rather boring, but I’m managing. I’m almost done, anyway.” 

“So you’ve spent all evening working on it? Then went shopping?”

Oralie hesitated a second before nodding her head. 

Kenric might have been imagining it, but he thought he saw a flash of pain across her face. 

The kind of flash that happened when she lied. 

His theory was only furthered when Oralie took a deep breath, pressing a hand to her stomach. She’d described in detail how it felt when she lied -Kenric couldn’t even imagine dealing with those headaches and nausea- but now, if she thought she could hide it from him, she was mistaken. 

She hid the movement by adjusting her shirt, not meeting his eyes as she said, “I’m really tired, Kenric. I should get to bed.” 

As Kenric looked at her, he saw how exhausted she looked, and something in her eyes that looked like she’d gone through something that would permanently change her. That scared him more than the lie. 

“Are you alright, Oralie?” he whispered, stepping closer. Oralie looked up at him, and he saw tears glimmering in her eyes. 

There was so much he wanted to tell her. He wanted to say that he knew she was hiding something from him, and he didn’t understand why, but he knew she had a good reason. He wanted to tell her about Elysian and about his pointless search, and how much he just wanted to be done with everything ever having to do with the Council. He wanted to drop to one knee right now and ask her to be his wife, then they could live somewhere far away from all this, spending all their time together without rules and expectations and secrets. Just free to love and laugh and be, making their own life together. 

But he didn’t say any of that. 

He couldn't. As much as he wanted to.

So they just looked at each other, the secrets growing between them like a wall separating Kenric from the person he loved most in the entire world. He wished he could take an axe and smash the wall down, brick by brick, stone by stone, but while they were on the Council, he couldn’t. 

“I don’t know, Kenric,” Oralie whispered, her voice so hopeless it broke Kenric’s heart.

“What do you need me to do?” 

She looked at him, a tear streaking down her face. Oralie looked at him for a long, long moment until she finally spoke. 

“If someone gave you the opportunity to change the world, would you take it?” 

Kenric blinked once. 

“I suppose I would,” he said eventually. “If it changed the world for the better.” He saw the expression on her face and added, carefully, “But what would it cost?” 

“I don’t know,” she told him. “Might be nothing.” She stepped forward, putting a hand on his cheek. “But it also might be everything.”

Before Kenric could say another word, Oralie planted a gentle kiss right on the corner of his mouth before she walked into her house. She was gone before he realized what she’d said… and he was back inside his own house before he realized what it might mean. 

“Don’t be a hero, Oralie,” he whispered, though he knew she couldn’t hear him. He walked up to his mantle and looked at a picture of the two of them that she'd drawn for him. His arms were around her waist and their foreheads were pressed together, both of them smiling. They were so, so happy. He wanted to run to her house and show her the picture, telling her that this was what they could have together. No circlets. No Council hounding their every move. Just Kenric and Oralie. 

Kenric pressed his own forehead to the picture, wishing it was Oralie by his side instead of the cold paper. “You already have been. For me.”

She'd saved him from a life of loneliness and never feeling like he truly belonged. With her, he belonged. With her, he was someone. 

And he knew he had to trust her. 

That reminded him of what she'd said, and he slumped down on his couch, hoping someday she'd be able to tell him why she'd kept those secrets. And he could tell her why he'd kept his. Then they could have a life with no secrets, just like it should be.

He had no idea what he had in mind, or what she’d been doing. 

But he was pretty certain it hadn’t been dress shopping. 

He just knew he had to get both of them off of the Council before it was too late. 

And in order to do that, he had to find Elysian. 

[winterspellsfrozenkit]

I’m adding to this because if you know the truth about Roxas, Xion, and other Nobodies, it’s even sadder.

Many strong Nobodies make a new heart to replace the ones they’ve lost. But the body and some of the memories Roxas had were Sora’s. So for Sora to wake, he needed his body, and more so his memories back. But because Sora’s body was no longer an empty husk since it now had Roxas’s heart, Roxas had to go dormant. He wouldn’t stop existing, but be like Ven and Xion before him, sleeping inside Sora’s heart.

But Roxas didn’t know that. He fully believed that when he went back to Sora, he stop existing because Xemnas lied to him and told him he didn’t have a heart. We don’t know what exactly woke Roxas up but I think it was because Axel had “died” saving Sora, plus being in the same spot Roxas was captured. He’d already lost one friend, even though he couldn’t remember her, he’d given up his freedom and chance to avenge her, and for what? So his last friend could die in front of Sora? So Roxas could be a passenger in Sora’s body, watching as Sora would go to the last place Roxas had been free, where he’d been headed to avenge Xion, before getting caught up in the machinations to restore Sora?

Those negative emotions probably shook Roxas’s heart awake and realizing where Sora was, how close he was to getting at Xemnas, and realizing Axel had died to protect Sora, probably made Roxas’s heart doubt if Sora could handle it. Which is why he initiated the fight: because if Sora was too weak to continue the path, if more people had to be sacrificed for Sora, then wouldn’t Roxas, who relied very little on others and had nothing and no one else left to lose, be the better choice? That’s why he said, “Tell me why he chose you.”

It was Roxas’s heart, even though Roxas didn’t know he had one, that was so desperate to know what it was lacking, what about it was so faulty that Roxas’s feelings were ignored and that Roxas was treated as less of a person than Sora?

I view the moment that Roxas says, “I see. So that’s why.” not only as Roxas realizing Sora was connected to some many people, but also Roxas when realizing that Nobodies lacking a heart was a lie. Once he talks with Axel, I think it cemented the truth to him. He was able to realize he did have a heart, but it is so much newer and weaker than Sora’s, as he didn’t have anymore strong bonds left to keep him a float should Xemnas try to manipulate him.

Knowing Sora fights for his friends’ hearts probably made Roxas realize that if he is right and Roxas does have one and Sora realized Roxas’s heart was inside, then if Sora ever found a way to free Roxas safely, Sora would go for it. That’s probably what brought Roxas the most peace was that Sora would give him freedom if he could and would not force Roxas’s heart into nothingness and completely assimilate it, but let him sleep inside, just like Ven and Xion. The fact that Sora lets other hearts stay safely inside his and he doesn’t try to manipulate or use their powers like Xehanort and Xemnas, makes Roxas really see that is why Sora is a “good other.” Because he realizes that Sora will never abandon him to sleep or to the dark like Xehanort and Xemnas would do and have done to their victims.

The Roxas battle in KH2 in the World That Never Was is still such poetic cinema, like holy frick.

It’s so quiet. You have The Other Promise playing in the background, but the beginning piano is so soft and quiet all you really hear is Sora and Roxas running around the Station of Awakening and attacking each other. It’s so personal. So important that it’s Roxas and Sora who are fighting, and what it means. That they’re inside Sora’s heart.

And then the piano builds up. It gets louder. The flute comes in. Roxas’ emotions are heightened, reaching a bit of a desperation as he doesn’t want to stop existing.

“Tell me why he chose you!” Why is it Sora who gets to live? Why is it Roxas’ fate to be the one who disappears?

Roxas sees Sora standing on the platform, surrounded by pictures of his friends. He realizes that it’s because Sora’s heart is connected to so many, and that Sora is strong because he has them supporting him and because he has them to protect. Roxas realizes they’re the same, but so different at the same time because unlike Sora, Roxas lost his friends. Roxas is fighting for himself now.

Roxas accepts that it’s Sora who has to go on living, while he has to give up on it.

And he admits that, after the fight, in a discussion with Axel’s heart, that Sora is the one who will find the answer they’re looking for. Because he’s him, but Stronger. Sora’s connection to other people’s hearts is his greatest strength, and it’s because Sora is so purely Sora that he makes a “good Other”. Roxas knows he can trust Sora to do what he couldn’t, and to live on without regrets.

It’s so freaking sad, but so freaking good too. Ugh my heart. 😭

[theexecutionerssong]

Transcript of Axel and Maxence’s interview at Pride

Is it the first time you’re praticipating in Pride?

A: Yes as a parrain but I came before to watch and marched before with friends

M: Same, as a parrain yes, but I’ve been marching for I think 6 years, since I came to Paris, yes 6 years, that I come to Pride with friends, 

What made you this year decide to  use your notoriety to help LGBT rights?

A: So it’s LGBT+, it’s more than that, it’s about love. We were lucky with Skam France, because our voice became more or less public, or at least listened to and followed by many people and we’re really happy about it so if we can use that to carry this message, the show’s message, which is “you have a right to love, you have a right to be lost, you have to be proud of loving whoever you want and love wins”, then we’re very happy to do it. I think the point of this role as a parrain is precisely that, to carry that voice, the voice of love. People bashed us on social media, many people told us we had no rights to be parrains because we’re straight but at some points, there should not be any stigmatization. What do they know if at some point in our lives we didn’t love men, or if we will at another point? We need to stop putting people in boxes, we just need to appreciate love, appreciate that everyone is different, that’s what makes us strong. Love is putting all our differences together and be together and actually there are no differences. Society forces differences upon us. That’s what Pride is about, be all together, all different, because we all are. I’ve got a nose with a bump, you have a nice pretty one. Everyone is beautiful, it’s about being together, it’s about loving each other, and that’s all that matters especially nowadays - under this heat.

M: Even beyond Pride, it’s about the whole fight for the LGBT+ rights cause. We were lucky enough to have a HUGE impact that gave us the opportunity to have a public voice, like Axel said, and through which we were able to do so many things. When I was younger, I thought it’d be nice to work for an organization, to volunteer, but I never did but now we have this opportunity, a voice that actually matters. That’s super important. We did so many things. We got an award at the Out D’Or 10 days ago, we raised quite a lot of money for SOS Homophobie, we worked with Sidaction... and not only on LGBT matters, we worked on many things. We’ll start filming in September on new thematics, so being parrain this year feels pretty great because it’s like coming full circle, this whole year we spent working, fighting and that’s great to end on this, in joy and colors. In paint, basically *laugh*

Is that a reference to a scene in season 3?

M: yeah exactly, the mural

Is there any cause in the LGBT fight that you feel more motivated about?

M: violence, for me. It’s not a cause per se but... It’s something I don’t have in me so I just don’t understand but... all these assaults, this violence, these are really things that make me deeply sad and distressed. It’s horrible, it’s horrible, it is, even I, when I was asked about being parrain of the Marche des Fiertés, it’s one of the first things I thought about “oh yeah I could be beaten up for this”. Even being in the show.

Really?

M: Yes, because we get messages from people who tell us that if they see us they will fuck us up. It’s awful. I’m not saying it’s poisoning my daily life, luckily, that would be dumb, but it’s really a thing I find awful to assault people just for being who they are. It’s hell. It’s not possible.

A: yeah, the violence, and more generally all the discriminations. It’s seems obvious to say, but access to correct living situation, those rights that straight people have... sometimes debates start but there shouldn’t even be one in the first place, like, whoever you love, you should have the same rights as others. What really infuriates me now, I mean it used to before too but, it’s the fact that we actually let people organize protestations against same sex marriage. That’s something I don’t understand. C’mon, why do we accept that? Sure we have a right to protest but you can’t just protest against fundamental rights. Marriage is about love, it’s the union of two people, and I don’t understand how we allow people to protest against that. To chant hateful words that go against love. And I think it’s actually hurtful to society to see that in the media, that it’s still a talking point at all, I don’t understand how we can accept that.

M: I’d like to add, about the thematic of this year’s Pride, ART... We’re in a society in which we are free to publicly discriminate. I mean, all this debate around ART shows that yes, straight people and gay people and all the others are different, sure, but like Axel said, yeah everyone is different and it’s a very very beautiful thing but why don’t they have the same rights? That’s scandalous. It’s unacceptable. We’re in 2019, we’re in an “advanced” country, we’re in a democracy, we’re in a free country and despite all that we are served discrimination on a plate, just like that “oh yeah that’s the way it is guys”, well no! It needs to change, we’re all human, we should all have the same rights. It’s so obvious.

A: there are some talk shows that actually held debates on this, on fundamental rights that straight people have but it’s such an aberration. It’s true, we say it often in interviews, but we give a platform to people who should never have one in the first place, who should just stay home and talk to their wall.

What about what’s new in your work life, you’re starting shooting for season 5 when?

Both: In September.

And Axel, Avignon?

A: yes, I’m leaving on monday for Avignon, I will be at 7:05pm everyday, then in September I’ll have a movie out called Slalom with Jéremie Renier and Noée Abita and then I will be playing at the Theatre des Béliers until January, from Wednesdays to Sundays, every week, no holidays, a play called 1001 Nuits des Urgences, it’s about a young intern in a hospital who gets close to a lady and who will tell her everything happening in the hospital. We discover what goes on behind the scenes in a hospital, what it’s like to heal people, we realize that you don’t get out unscathed. It’s very funny, we laugh a lot, there’s a lot of laughter and love and tears, that’s life, and I encourage you to come see this play, 9pm at the Théatre des Béliers in Paris, in the 18th arrondissement, and if you’re under 26 all tickets are at €10 so please go to the theater. Not just for me or my play, but don’t hesitate to go to the theater, it’s a moment of exchange, and in this society in which we tend to see everything through a screen, it’s important to go to the theater and live emotions, not only for my play, there are some nice stuff. I hope to see Maxence in the theater some day if he wants to, we’ll do a play together and it will be called L’AMOUR on gaypride.fr !

Maxence?

M: for me, shooting Skam in September and then next I don’t have other projects yet. I have a movie out in September with Zabou Breitman. I’m... I’m a very bad guy in it. And then another one on Voldemort’s origin, there will be a screening but we don’t know where yet (he said on the 8th it will be at the grand rex so im confused) and it will be out in January.

A: If I may, I saw some bits, it looks incredible so go to the screening!

[aftqrglow]

A Blessing, Beautiful And True

pairing: bucky x fem!reader

word count: 3.2k

warnings: use of she/her pronouns; swearing if you squint; mentions of death; mentions of food

a/n: this is a rewrite of one of my old fics that i absolutely hated with my entire being. i hate this a little bit less djaksjsjs also pls ignore how i literally cannot write a good ending to save my life.

dedicated to @xsamsharons for lending me her name. i hope i did it justice mi amor ily <3

Bucky learnt to value things.

Not the great, terribly material things people around him seemed to rush after. Not money, not even when he was barely getting by.

No, for Bucky, it was the small, seemingly insignificant things.

The tiny toy WWII soldier figurine he found at a yard sale one Tuesday afternoon, the one with the missing arm. The near-exact model of the car his father used to drive—rusted around the tiny steel axel, the rubber wheels worn from use. That yellow screwdriver set that sat at the very back of the tool cabinet in the garage, unusable because of the cracked plastic handles and rusted steel, that looked exactly like the kit he had once used to fix up the plumbing in his first apartment.

Bucky was used to valuing the broken little things.

He never truly understood what loving something whole, something complete felt like—not until he met you.

You, in your white sweater and blue jeans, hair tossed up in a braid. You, your eyes that dancing with unbroken light, like the rays of the sun on the ocean on a bright summer’s day. You, with the sort of kindness he never truly thought he would ever be worthy of, not until you showed him that he was.

You, the girl he fell in love with before he could ever truly know what love was.

Steve might’ve been the first to notice. He was with him that day, the day he first saw you. They had been hunting for a Christmas present for Tony, and even though Bucky wasn’t exactly thrilled to have to attend, he wasn’t about to show up empty handed.  

Steve didn’t even realize that the sly-footed assassin wasn’t by his side until he had walked the two blocks from the mall to his car. Hands ghosting over the gun tucked into the holster hooked into his waistband, Steve retraced his steps, his heart thundering in his throat.

Until he heard Bucky’s laugh.

Not the obviously fake chuckles he used to placate those around him. No, this was the laugh he remembered, the laugh he thought Bucky had lost.

This was Bucky’s laugh—his Bucky’s laugh, before the world stole him away. Pure and innocent.

Happy—so undeniably, inexplicably happy.

The tension eased from his shoulders when he saw you. Steve knew who you were, of course. Everyone did—or at least, everyone who had been around after the Battle of New York. Everyone who had seen you walk among the rubble, bleeding through your jeans, helping dig survivors out of the rubble, guiding them to shelters. Everyone who had seen you do everything you could help those who needed it more than you did, until your legs finally gave way and the only reason you didn’t collapse to the floor was because Steve caught you.

But Steve also happened to know why you’d done it. Because you were kind. Because you were selfless. Because you knew what it was like to lose everyone you loved, and to garner the strength to build yourself up anyway.

You’d lost people too—everyone you loved, killed during the Battle. Your family. Your friends. It might’ve seemed cruel to be spared. Might’ve seemed like a cold, dark twist of fate—and for a time, it did.

Steve had never known anyone to be resilient the way you were.

And maybe, just maybe, he thought to himself, as he watched his friend from through the glass, maybe you would teach him to hold on to the tiniest sliver of hope too.

—

Bucky didn’t even like books.

The only book he’d read—aside from the coursework assigned to him in his school days—was The Hobbit. And even that had taken him an ungodly amount of time to finish.

So yeah, Bucky didn’t exactly like books.

But he still visited the tiny bookstore on the corner every day.

He didn’t even buy anything. He just looked around, running his fingertips over the spines of the books that jutted out of the wooden shelves, the sunlight turning his eyes into uncharted waters of the oceans, swimming with undiscovered secrets and untold lies.

You would talk to him. All the time, and with no trace of the usual pity or sympathy that he heard when he spoke to people. You talked to him in a way that made him feel like himself, in a way that made him feel like he just might rediscover the man he used to be.

That first time he’d seen you was burned into the back of his brain, the image of you standing there with a hip braced against a bookshelf, dressed in a white sweater and jeans, your hair pulled into a braid over your shoulder. He had watched as a strand escaped, falling into your face.

And him—he'd stood there, watching you talk to another woman he couldn't recall because really, how could he look at anything else but you? Bucky was certain he looked like a gaping idiot, both wanting your attention to turn to him, and dreading the fact that he would surely make a fool of himself if you so much as looked at him.

Back in the 40s, things would've been so much easier. He would already have said something witty to make you laugh, he would already have been telling you about the carnival down at the beach and asking if you wanted to go with him.

But when your friend left, and you asked him if there was anything you could help him with, his voice sounded strange to his own ears as he croaked, "Books?"

You had laughed—and he found himself laughing along. A true laugh—for the first time in a long time, the sound didn’t sound fake to his own ears. For the first time in a long time, he felt like himself.

Bucky had taught himself to value that which wasn’t whole—because he wasn’t, either. Love was give and take. Love was equal.

If he was to deserve your love, he would have to be whole again. If he was to deserve your love, he would make himself whole again.

—

There was a sudden shift in the way Bucky viewed the world.

It had been three days since he last saw you, but he walked in through those doors anyway. He had no cause, no reason—he just couldn’t go any longer without seeing you.

You were sitting by the bay window at the very back, reading a book. He took a second just to take you in, to get used to the fact that you weren’t just a figment of his imagination.

The second you looked up, your face split into a grin, like you were truly, genuinely happy to see him. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had smiled at him that way. “Hey, you’re back! It’s Bucky, right?”

He nodded. He couldn't trust himself to speak, not when he was sure he would stumble over his words, not when he couldn't bring himself to string together a coherent sentence in your presence. 

"What can I help you with today?" you asked, snapping your book shut and placing it on the table. 

"Uh... What're you reading?"

You glanced down at your book before looking up to meet his eyes again. Blue, you thought, supressing a smile. Icy blue, but warm nonetheless—familiar in the way most things aren’t. "Wuthering Heights. You've never read it?"

He shook his head no. "Never been much of a reader, no. Is it any good?"

"It's one of my favourites," was your answer, watching as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. The light caught the steel of the chain around his neck—the chain of one of those military-issue dog tags.

And maybe that was how it started—on that dreary cold Wednesday, when you'd stood next to the bookshelf by the window, telling him about your favourite book, but really all he could focus on was the late afternoon sun rendering the hue of your eyes several shades lighter, the soft slope of your nose, the fullness of your mouth. Every little detail about you was etched permanently into his mind—and he wanted to learn more.

He wanted to know everything there was to know about you. 

It was about closing time when he decided he had to go. Not because he wanted to, but because he had promised he would have dinner with Sam and Steve. And as much as Bucky wanted to stay, he was a man of his word.

Which is why when he promised you he would come see you as soon as he finished reading the book, you knew he meant it.

—

And you were right.

Two days later, he was back. 

It was raining that day, early in the morning when you were just about to open up. And there, standing under the awning in the freezing rain, was Bucky, the collar of his coat turned up against the wind, drenched to the bone.

"What're you doing here?" you asked, eyes wide.

"I just... I don't know," he said. Because he didn't. Bucky didn't even like books—but he did like being around you. There was a strange sort of calm about you, a sense of peace he'd only known in Wakanda. Around you, he was just Bucky—not Sargent Barnes, not the Winter Soldier—just Bucky. 

He liked being just Bucky.

You shook your head, but he could've sworn he saw the corner of your mouth tilt upwards as you fished your keys out of your pocket and unlocked the door. "Well, come on inside. I'll turn up the heat and get you something warm to drink. Christ, Buck, you could get pneumonia or something.”

He only nodded once. It didn't matter that he wouldn't get sick—not when the serum in his veins healed his body faster than normal. It didn’t matter that even if he could sick, he wouldn’t have cared, not when you were looking at him like that, with concern in your eyes for something other than your own safety.

You had a coffee machine in the back room, you told him. He followed you, lingering in the doorway as you bustled about, humming a tune under your breath. He recognized it as a song from that one Marvin Gaye album Sam couldn’t stop talking about. He recognized it as a song he wanted to listen to for the rest of his life, if only you were the one singing it.

He recognized that, for better or for worse, you would be his undoing.

—

After that, he came to see you every day.

When the weather got colder still, he brought you steaming cups of hot chocolate from your friend Bella’s café down the street. And on the days when he didn’t, he would head into the back room and make you coffee. You’d never had to tell him how you took it—after that in the rain, he’d somehow remembered what you liked.

You weren’t about to tell him, but you remembered what he liked too.

It started out simple—plum cider that you found on your weekly trip to the farmer’s market. An old vintage copy of The Hobbit from the forties. Rubber silencers for his dog tags that he never used but carried around in his pocket anyway—until eventually, you had something new for him every week, some insignificant thing that he looked at with the kind of childlike awe that made your heart twist into knots in your chest.

He walked you home too. Every evening, with his hands stuffed in his pockets, slowing his stride so that he could walk alongside you. He would stand outside, across the street, hands in his pockets, waiting for you to walk into the apartment you shared with Bella. Only leaving when the lights came on and he knew you were safe.

Bucky wasn’t much of a talker—you learnt that about him. He would spend all day sitting quietly in a corner of your store, reading one of the books he found on the shelf of used copies you kept in the back of the room.

He seemed to love those used books more than the new ones—books someone had already read, books that had already been loved.

He felt a little that way sometimes, too. A little too used for love, not loved enough for use.

But never when he was with you.

And you—you were falling for Bucky Barnes. A little by little, day by day, without even realizing it—not until it all came rushing to you one afternoon, like a dam breaking, like the ocean of his eyes pulling you under, especially when you felt his gaze on you from time to time, watching you as you worked.

That afternoon, a new shipment of books came in. You didn’t even have to ask him for help—he was already on his feet, snapping his copy of Anna Karenina shut, mumbling a soft, “I’ve got it,” as you signed for the order. Hefted the two cartons of books like they weighed nothing at all, and carried them inside.

There was a strange tightness in your stomach as you watched him, standing in the middle of your store—the only thing the Battle of New York hadn’t taken away from you—and you wondered just how it took so damn long to realize that the feeling of familiarity didn’t lie among these books, but rather, in Bucky himself.

—

It was a slow day, so the two of you spent the rest of the afternoon restocking the shelves. He asked you about each of the books, watching your eyes light up as you talked about your favourite ones, until conversation lapsed into a comfortable silence, the two of you basking in each other’s company as you worked.

You didn't even realize how much time had passed until you heard the door open and your friend Bella breezed in. She'd been here the first day Bucky had walked in, had noticed the way your eyes shifted to him mid-conversation like you couldn’t focus on much else when he was around. “Ready for lunch, y/n?”

You looked at Bucky, opening your mouth to ask if he wanted to come along. Not because you didn’t trust him to be alone at the store, but because you wanted his company. Because being around him felt like coming home.

He only waved you off. "Go ahead. I've got plans with Stevie. I'll be here when you're back though."

You believed him. You believed that he would always be around, for as long as you wanted. And you wanted forever.

"Was that the guy from before?" Bella asked, looping an arm through yours as you left the store, walking down the street. She brushed her fiery hair out of her eyes, turning her head slightly to look at you, yellow-green eyes filled with curiosity. “What’s his name?”

"Bucky. He... He's a friend," you said. 

"Well," Bella said. "He sure doesn't feel the same way."

"What do you mean?" you asked, confused.

"Y/n, he looks at you like you put the stars in his sky. Are you sure he's just a friend?"

"I... I don't know, Bella."

Because you didn't know what else to call him. Because you and him weren't friends in the way people usually are—you had always been more.

Bucky was always more.

—

"I've barely seen you," Steve said, picking up his can of Diet Pepsi and taking a sip. "Where have you been?"

"Around," Bucky mumbled. Because how could he explain why he was spending so much time at the bookstore with someone he'd only just met? How could he explain the magnetic pull he felt toward you, the inexplicable desire to just be around you?

How could he explain the way you made him feel like himself again?

But Steve knew. Steve always knew. He saw the growing stack of novels on his friend's bedside table, saw him reading at the kitchen table, book propped up against the jug of milk.

He also knew that all this was because of y/n. Because Bucky mumbled that name when he was too exhausted to even know what he was saying. Because Bucky talked in his sleep—and Steve could hear him calling that name through the thin walls that separated their rooms. "You've been at the bookstore?"

Bucky set his drink down. There was so use denying it—his friend would see right through him. Steve had known him for too damn long to believe in his lies. "She's so... I can't even put it into words. She makes me believe that there's good in this world. That all the things I did wrong don't even matter—not when I'm with her. It’s the way she looks at things, the way she’s capable of finding a little bit of good in everything. Like she found something good in me, Steve."

Steve knew it was true. Because he hadn’t seen Bucky this way for a very long time. Because he hadn’t seen that light in his friend’s eyes in a very long time, and ever since he met you, it hadn’t gone away.

—

Bucky had to leave for a couple of days.

He didn't tell you why—just that it was a work thing. How long would he be gone? He didn't know.

"I'll be back soon," he said. "I promise."

And he was. Five days later.

But Bucky was quiet—quieter than usual. 

It was a Sunday, and you’d somehow managed to drag him along to the farmer’s market with you. He walked alongside you, hands in his pockets, like he was aching to reach out and touch you but desperately holding himself back.

He’d almost gotten himself killed on that mission.

You took up too many thoughts in his head, too much space in his heart. And when the bullet narrowly missed him, grazing his ribs, his only thought was whether or not you’d miss him if he was gone.

You deserved better than someone who’s life was tied to the death of others. Someone who didn’t have so much blood on his hands.

A few paces ahead of you, Bella walked hand-in-hand with Bucky’s friend Sam. You were glad that Bucky had introduced them, glad that Sam made Bella happy in ways you’d never really known or understood before.

“Look at them,” you said, watching with a smile on your face as Sam quietly slipped a couple of oranges into Bella’s bag. “They look real happy.”

Then, turning to look at him, you smiled, and he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. Because you might deserve better, but he was selfish and stubborn, and the only thing he had wanted in so goddamn long was you you you.

“Go out with me,” he blurted, every thread of self-control he had so carefully cultivated to keep his head in your presence snapping. He felt like he was taken back to that December evening he saw you for the first time, when the words refused to leave his mouth, when you’d rendered him tongue-tied and helpless. Only this time, he couldn’t stop the words from coming out, not as he said, “One date, y/n. One date, and if you don’t have a good time, we can just forget it ever happened and move on.”

His heart shuttered when he saw the small frown creasing your brow, your voice soft as you asked, “Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything. I want to do this for the rest of my life with you, y/n,” he said quietly. “But for now, I’ll take that date.”

“Okay,” you said, nodding slowly. “Okay, Bucky, I’ll go out with you.”

He couldn’t help it. Bucky wrapped his arms around your waist, drawing you to him, lifting you off your feet and spinning you around until you were both laughing, childlike and breathless, blissfully unconscious of the knowing look on Sam and Bella’s faces.

Because really, how could he see anything but you? You had been it from the first day he saw, and you were it now—a blessing, beautiful and true.

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[bluntforcefem]

i started writing a 12x100 but it made me too sad to keep going! so hey, have 400 words of a fic about crabs shadows. matheo characterization largely inspired by @hwilcox, bertie tosser characterization largely inspired by @stainedglassgoblin! warning for canon-typical incineration, a lot of anticipation of your own death, and generally just. kind of a bummer!

i.

everybody’s looking to die this season.

they’re all looking to die together, too—matheo clings to robbins who clings to axel who hopes he doesn’t have to pitch. the crabs look between each other for the fire eaters and the fireproof and find one, and that one is an item away from being gone.

so they’ll be survived by people on other teams, then—

so they’ll be survived by russet and yurts and vix—

they don’t plan for a road trip this siesta, but they talk about all the places they want to go anyway, hands twisted together.

the season starts.

ii.

“turn up the music!”

“it’s already so loud,” robbins yells, and matheo responds by flicking the dial again. “fucker!”

“get your feet off the dashboard, maybe i’ll reconsider,” they retort. kit nudges the front window with a sock, sticking out kits tongue. 

“never.”

“guess you just have to deal, then!”

it’s the first siesta out of the shadows, the first roadtrip, just the two of them and the shitty rental car and the paper map splayed out in the backseat. 

“never doing this shit again,” robbins lies, snickering, and matheo takes one hand off the wheel to swat at kit.

iii.

on day four, adalberto tosser is incinerated.

on day four, in a stadium too far to reach, to watch, to—

on day four, with a team that used to be his husband’s and still is his daughter’s and—

on day four, bertie tosser-forbes is incinerated.

the crabitat is cold as it ever has been and doesn’t talk back to kit and doesn’t say anything when kit tears half the ivy off the chitin and rips it apart, mumbling apologies for it.

the crabitat is cold as kit gets a pearl for him.

“fuck you,” kit hisses. still, it says nothing.

iv.

“didn’t actually expect this to be a party,” robbins says, settling against the wall next to bertie. kit’s got a drink in one hand and a wrapped box in the other. 

“told you i’m not a killjoy, beans.” bertie looks over, one eyebrow raised. “what’s the present for?”

robbins makes an annoyed noise in the back of kits throat, shoves it towards xem. it’s a mug, one of the “world’s #1 dad” ones you get at wlalgreens. dad is, of course, crossed out and replaced with gramps.

“is this an answer?”

“shut the fuck up.”

bertie grins. “thanks, beans.”

“whatever.”

[officialinuyasha]

I had a few members come to me recently about "Axelbeats" Well, I'll admit. He has stolen from my posts and videos before. But that isn't even half of it...Apparently he's now in the Anti group. This is what was written:

https://twitter.com/Kirinbuster

"Now that you've been served with some appetizers, let's start with the main course. Your pal Axel here has always been an Anti, he only pretended to be neutral and then defend Sessrin for views. He also thinks its okay to take things if its from Google. Understood? Good.

Which we know that in itself is a lie, the people who he follow(ed) are his so called "sources", which he lied about taking from.

As you know there is a pattern here https://eeriechan.tumblr.com/post/633362262114041856/about-my-translation-used-on-axelbeats-video

Not only does he steal sources, baits Sessrin shippers, but he also joined a very well known Anti group ran by Thad Sam/Mcpeterson. Who also just so happens to hate Inuyasha Takahashi the admin of the 33k Inuyasha group. Both of these guys *hate* the same people. Sessrin shippers.

Saying he doesn't like Sessrin, joins an ANTI group of all things, says he is neutral, but continues making videos of it as an opportunist. Hypocrisy at its finest.

Denial of Sessrin content and being rude about someone who was thanking him. Saying he is polite when all he shows is that he is passive aggressive when confronted. https://twitter.com/Dordoris/status/1347203173056966656

Further denial of Sessrin, clickbaiting shippers. Even when told; He still denies creating Sessrin content.

https://twitter.com/comentaxuxu/status/1347191174113730568

The person he was rude to, after them thanking him. It shows you how far people can go to appreciate fellow shippers, only to find out he is not what people think he is.”

https://twitter.com/SesshomaRin/status/1347018422555602946?s=20&fbclid=IwAR2HOmSREg-VOQXkvg5052_CPCrGFZMBj007C_b5Ra_VFK75ddLl-n6BYv0

[rebelwrites]

Chapter Twenty One: She Set My World On Fire - Phoenix

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This Months Writing

Hours had passed and we still hadn’t had an update. I refused to leave the hospital till I knew Red was out of surgery and in recovery. Everyone was on edge, which was understandable Red was a huge part of our lives. After what felt like an eternity a doctor walked into the private waiting room they had put us in.

“So Miss Hudson is a lucky lady” the doctor said as he sat on the arm of the sofa. “No organs were damaged from the knife but she was bleeding quite heavily into her abdomen due to the knife hitting some blood vessels”

“You managed to stop the bleeding right?” Grayson asked.

“Yes we did and she has been taken to recovery. We also treated the nasty cut on her thigh, she’s got a couple of broken ribs and had to re break her arm due to one of the breaks starting to heal, we have set her arm in place but will let her decide if she wants a colour on it” he said

“Definitely Red” I said looking up at him, “when can we see her?”

“I’d say in about an hour, we just want to make sure she comes round from the anaesthetic okay but one of the nurses will come and fetch you when you can see her”

“Thank you” I nodded letting out a breath that I had been holding for the last couple of hours.

The tension in the room had lifted slightly, knowing Red was somewhat out of the woods was a relief but we all knew this was going to be a long road ahead of us. But the main thing was she was still with us.

“Hey you,” I said softly as I walked into the room. “You gave us all quite a fright there”

“I didn’t think you were going to show up” she said weakly.

“You know I’d never stop looking for you” I whispered taking a seat next to her, taking my hand in hers “who would I have to piss off by getting them up at five am” A small laugh left her lips as she leant back against the pillow.

“Have they said when I can get out of this place?” She asked.

“Not yet, but I think it will be a couple of days before they let you” I sighed “all the guys are outside and are itching to see you, do you think you are up for it or do you want me to tell them you are sleeping?”

“I don’t know Nix” she mumbled “is he with them?”

“If by he you mean Grayson yes he is” I whispered squeezing her hand. “He has been going out of his mind since the day you were taken. I think he feels guilty”

“I don’t want to see him. It’s his fault I’m here, I knew I had a bad feeling about this case. I should have listened to my fucking gut feeling and my head but no I had to follow my fucking heart because I was attracted to him” she stated, her voice cracking like she was going to burst out crying. “Is it true? Is he really this city's biggest drug pusher?”

“Yes” I nodded squeezing her hand. “This wasn’t his fault you know, he didn’t know this would happen, he didn’t know Jacob could get this close to you. If it’s anyone’s fault it’s Jacob’s”

“He lied to me Nix, he made me feel all these things, and lied to me,” she said as a few tears rolled down her cheek. “He’s the kind of people we take out, the scum of the earth”

“I know darling I know” I said wiping her tears away with my thumb. “No one is going to force you to see him if you don’t want to, okay. But if he makes you feel things you never thought you would feel then don’t push him away. I know you broke the arrangement off with Axel and Blade the night of the gala so I know he got into your head but it’s okay Red.”

“When did you get so wise?” She half laughed nuzzling into my hand.

“I’ve always been wise you just never fucking listen” I smirked. “do you want me to get the boys?”

“Yeah” she nodded “just not him, I’m not ready to see him yet”

“Okay I will be back in a minute” I nodded, kissing the top of her head before leaving the room. Leaning against the wall I ran my hand over my face before heading into the waiting room to get everyone. “She wants to see you all, it’s the second room on the left. Grayson can I speak to you a sec”

Once everyone had left the room I ran my hand over my face.

“She doesn’t want to see me does she?” He sighed.

“I’m sorry mate” I said looking up. “She can’t get over the fact you lied about who you are, and what you actually do”

“I get it, she’s conflicted” he sighed running his hands through his hair. “I’m the kind of people she takes out not dates”

“Just give her some time, she will come around but I think she needs to deal with what happened first” I said placing my hand on his shoulder giving it a squeeze. “I will keep you updated, don't worry. I know you aren’t a bad person you showed me that the past couple of weeks”

“I should have told her the truth the first day she walked into my office” he sighed. I could see from the look of defeat on his eyes he was beating himself up about this.

“Look I don’t know how long it will take, it might be weeks or it might be months, but promise me something, promise me you won’t give up on her” I said. “Like I said outside I think you will be good for her and you said you experienced something similar so maybe you will be able to help her heal”

“She came into my life so fast” he laughed “set my world on fucking fire, flipping it upside down, trust me I’m not going to give up. And I honestly think my sister would kill me if I did”

“Good to hear man” I nodded, smiling at him. “Just don’t let the guilt you are feeling consume you, this wasn’t your fault okay”

“I will try”

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Woeful WIP Wednesday

Hi! This is the start of my Woeful WIP Wednesday series of posts which will happen on Wednesdays, duh. And before anyone gets up at me about it not being Wednesday yet... just remember time zones exist in this world, and yeah, it is actually Wednesday.

Other things about the name... Most of these WIPs I'm happy with so it's not the actual stories that are woeful. It's the fact that they are still WIPs and not finished that is woeful to me, hence the name, yeah? Ok 😄

So with that out of the way...

I've gone through all my folders and found the various bits and pieces of writing I've begun and let slide or abandoned. My hope is that by letting them be free on Tumblr I might either A) remember that these stories exist, B) perhaps get a renewed appreciation and motivation to poke them, C) give myself permission to never look at them again.

Some of these WIPs I 100% mean to finish one day. Some I know I won't. Some I have actually finished but haven't polished completely or something's getting in the way of me doing a final pass so I don't consider them worthy of going onto my Ao3 account just yet but hopefully will one day.

The WIPs I'm gonna upload are also of various lengths. I have some completed chapters that are thousands of words long, I have some that are mere hundreds of words long and are slips of ideas I started to formulate.

I have 10 AkuRoku WIPs and 6 Zakkura ones. Each week I'll post one WIP and the pattern will be 2 AkuRoku WIPs followed by 1 Zakkura to mix things up a bit. I'll blab a bit about the WIP and post the full WIP under the cut.

If there is anything in particular people would like to know about the stories or the creative process in future posts please let me know and I’ll incorporate more information if people are interested in that sort of thing. If you give me direction I can follow through.

I hope you will enjoy these WIPs and I trust you'll judge them way less harshly than what I judge my own writing.

So anyway, kicking things off I have a very short and sweet AkuRoku WIP. 

I started this in May 2019 and it's technically 'done' but I haven't posted it because it's not done to my specific level of 'done-ness'. All it needs is a little polish. A little editing here and there. Fixing the grammatical and spelling errors, and fleshing it out in a few spots perhaps.

It's the 'fleshing out' bit that hasn't happened and that's truly stopping me from considering this a finished product.

This story is called ‘10 ways to fall in love’ but I never came up with 10 scenarios which I suspect is why this story will never be finished. I could change the name of it and if I ever post it I will change the name of it. In fact, most of the WIPs I post would have different names if they ever do go up on Ao3.

But going back to this specific WIP— it is a canon story spanning Days, KH2, KH3, and after, which is maybe the biggest culprit in regards to why I never finished this story. I don’t do well with canon-based story telling. It’s too much pressure to get everything canon-compliant. Do people ask for things to be right? Probably not so much, but my brain is very hyperfocused on getting things right, which is a huge road block to my creativity and the reason why I prefer AUs.

I don't have much else to say about this story but if you enjoy this, or any of the other WIP’s it would be great if you would let me know.

If others are passionate about these stories it might make me passionate about them again. But who knows.

Rated G

Word count - 951

10 ways to fall in love

What do you call it?

This feeling I have?

Love?

No. Too strong, or not strong enough

A name

A special name

Your name

It was always your name

That made me feel like I had a heart

They didn’t have a name for it. They didn’t even know if what they felt was real because how could a Nobody feel anything. For Axel it was just a ghost of a memory of his old life. For Roxas it was an endless source of confusion because these strange sensations fluttered in his body all the time when he was around Axel. It was incredibly dull at first but grew exponentially bigger with the passing days.

He couldn’t reconcile that even the most tedious missions were made fun when they were around each other - though he shouldn’t be able to have fun without a heart. What were any of the experiences that ever happened between them, without a heart? They felt nothing. They were Nobodies. They couldn't be anything other than empty husks.

That had always been the greatest lie which had been told to them, which they chose to believe, until it became impossible, though the denial sat rife in the way they denied their joy, sadness, and anger. But the strongest denial flowed from the warmth and nameless affections that fluttered in the chest and stomach when they were together. Such a thing was most unbelievable of all and merely a figment of the imagination - a vestige of when they were Somebodies, a quiet echo in a vast nothingness of their actual existence. Even for Roxas, with his half-formed ideas of his Somebodies life.

But none of these things mattered because Roxas disappeared and Axel died.

"He made me feel like I had a heart." A quiet whisper of a thought, made real and said aloud finally crumbled the paper-thin veneer which Axel had clung too, all too late to do anything about.

And he is reborn, and now knows better. Lea knows better. He understands his returned heart which aches and bleeds broken and shattered even as it is physically whole inside himself, pumping blood. His soul has gone, reappearing for fleeting moments when he sees Sora get a certain look in his eyes, or uses a turn of phrase. A spark exists and it jolts Lea every time closer to awareness - closer to a name.

And then he is in that most miserable of places, fighting a war that might never be won, but he must try because the promise of what lies ahead if he does win is worth every risk. He fights for his friends, present and gone, and then out of almost nowhere Lea's heart is returned and whole and stronger than ever before, and his memories are back, and he holds the two people most dear to him. He cannot lose them again and does everything in his power to protect them both, and it is a safe feeling because it stops him from thinking too hard or feeling too strongly the flutters and warmth, and the soothing in his heart.

But he feels it all again, and let's himself be overcome by it as the never-setting sun of Twilight Town is observed with his most favorite people in the whole wide world sitting next to him.

He scooches a little closer, seeking the warmth and reassurance of Roxas next to him. The tinkling laugh builds his own and drips deep down into his body and soul to become the best sound he's always known to miss.

Happiness engulfs him. But it is not the word he looks for when he sees Roxas walking, talking, laughing, grumbling, and eating ice cream. It is so much bigger and all-encompassing than this miniscule word for a feeling..

"I never stopped wanting you back. I never stopped fighting to get you back," he confesses in the evening on Destiny Island, during a rare moment alone on this summer vacation full of reunions and happy tidings.

"I know. I saw, I heard."

"You did?"

Roxas nods and swings his legs as they dangle off the pier the both of them at sitting on.

It warms Lea’s heart to know Roxas was never far away. “I think I felt you – there in Sora. When he got angry and frustrated.”

Roxas laughs. “I was always angry and frustrated in Sora. Everything felt so warm and fluffy inside of there.”

“Realy? Why would that make you angry?”

“Because it’s like eating nothing but honey – you get sick of it,” Roxas shakes his head, “But it’s worse because someone else is force-feeding it to you.”

"It's ok. Just seeing you – knowing you were there wanting to get me back was enough." Roxas leans, Lea receives and the feels which are always right there, in the middle of his chest ignite and burn so bright.

"I'm sorry I couldn't do anything to help you."

Lea hugs him tight, almost too tight. Roxas writhes against his arms and just as Lea makes to let go Roxas gets his own arms around Lea and squeezed him, robbing him of his breath for a few seconds, but Lea feels he could happily die in Roxas' arms and savors the crush.

They both end up laughing against each other, inhaling deep breaths, rubbing their cheeks against each other and leaning their foreheads together.

Everything they ever felt for each other is still there, but stronger, because they have hearts and acceptance of their reality.

"Axel," Roxas' breath tickles Lea's lips. He doesn't care to correct Roxas. Roxas could call him a heartless and he wouldn't care because Roxas is back and with him.

"I don't want you to ever disappear again," Lea murmurs.

"I don't want you to ever suffer again," Roxas apologizes. 

Lea cups Roxas' cheek, which is so soft and warm. "I never will as long as you're with me."

[alexiaugustin]

Okay so about that rumor that axelauriantupdates is coming back and has a new list of people I just wanna say one thing; whatever she does or say just don't pay any attention to it and ignore it. This person wants attention first and foremost and as we all know from the past she would do anything to get it. The truth is that, yes, some ugly shit went down and the group chat where ppl were leaking stuff about Axel's life existed and I'm sure that some of the people who were on that list the last time actually had smth to do with it. But there were also a lot of ppl on that list who didn't, had no idea what they were even talking about and got cyber bullied just because one anonymous account told you to do it. Just let me tell you one thing I would rather not send hate messages to ten ppl where two of them actually are rightfully accused of having done shit while eight of them had absolutely nothing to do with it. As much as I hated this fucking Tiff storyline this season let it teach you one thing; cyber bullying someone is immature and wrong. You don't know what happened, you have no idea if it's true what the person behind that anonymous account tells you (and they've told many lies, the skamfr "spoilers" are the proof for it right there so don't be delusional) and you don't have to start playing God and start with this self justice bullshit. I'm glad that Axel knows about who of his teammates leaked information abt his private life and he's the one who should held the people accountable for it and not us. At the end of the day Axel is an actor, a celebrity, a stranger, he's not your best friend or brother you need to defend by starting to bully other people. You don't know him or his life so stay out of it because it's not up to you to handle it. You don't know the people on the list and what really happened and if they were involved in any of this so stay out of it. That being said I'm the last person who's gonna unfollow or demand answers from anyone who's on that list because none of us should have to defend ourselves and write essays and justifications about stuff you weren't involved in. If she posts another list I'm gonna ignore it because it could be true but it could also just really not be and I'm not gonna let an anonymous account on ig drag me down to a level where bullying ppl on the internet is okay because you wanna defend a celebrity.

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Part Of My World part 8 (Finale)

I’m back baby! Whoo! Tests are finally over! 

Warnings: same as last part

Part Of My World Masterlist

Previously in Part Of My World: 

“Sora! Wake up! It’s your last chance to kiss (Y/N)! Come on! Wake up! Wake up!”

“Good morning, my angel.” the imposter said as he hugged you.

“Hi, Vanitas.” you said hugging back.

“Well, this is certainly surprising. But I’m glad you found someone to become your king. Welcome to the family, Vanitas.” Sora was heartbroken. His one true love fell for another man.

“(Y/N) got engaged to another man and he’s heartbroken about it.” Roxas explained.

“WHAT?!” Xion and Axel exclaimed. Sora looked down, not wanting anyone to see his tears.

“Hey.” Axel put his hand on Sora’s shoulder. Sora looked up at Axel with tears falling down his face. “We’ll get her back to you.” Sora smiled at Axel.

“Vanitas? Who’s Vanitas?” Sora wrote down who Vanitas was and who he was and where he and Vanitas came from and why Vanitas is here.

“You’re a merman?! Dude, that is awesome!” Axel said.

Just then, the door opened to reveal Vanitas.

“Who are you?” He sneered.

“I’m Lady Xion. These are my friends. Lord Roxas, Lord Axel, and…” Right before Xion said Sora’s name, Sora made a cutting motion with his hand.

“And Lord Ventus.” Xion lied.

“Uh-huh.” Vanitas knew it was Sora, but he played along.

“May we know who you are?”

“Fine. The name’s Vanitas. (Y/N)’s future husband and future king. And if must know, (Y/N) told me to explore the castle so I get used to it when I move in here.” Vanitas then left. Sora let out a breath he been holding for a long time.

~~~~

Donald flew as fast as he can to find Goofy. He found him on his island napping. 

“Goofy! It’s an emergency!” Goofy woke up slowly, not fully understanding what was happening. 

“What?” he asked groggily. 

“Were you not listening? Sora’s in trouble!” 

“Sora’s in trouble?! What should we do?!” 

“We need to warn the king and the queen.” 

“On it!” Goofy left the island to go warn the king and the queen. He swam as fast as he can to the Destiny Kingdom. 

“Your Majesties! It’s an emergency!” 

“Great. Just what we needed. Another emergency.” the king said. The queen elbowed him. 

“What is it, Goofy?” she asked Goofy. 

“It’s about, Sora.” 

“Sora! Where is he? Is he okay? Tell me what happened!” the king shouted. 

“Sora is with the princess, but he’s in danger. We must head over to the kingdom before it’s too late!” Goofy said. 

“Riku!” the queen called. 

“Yes, Your Majesty.” 

“Round up all of the guards. We’re gonna save my son.” Riku bowed and went to go round up the guards. 

“We’re coming, honey. Just be strong for us.” the queen whispered. She went to her jewelry box and pulled out a magic pendant and gave it to Goofy. 

“Make sure that Sora gets this.” Goofy nodded and swam back to Donald. 

~~~~

“Okay. I just found out from a maid, that there’s gonna be a ball tonight to celebrate the so-called engagement between (Y/N) and Vanitas. Then tomorrow there’s gonna be the wedding. So we need to break Vanitas’ spell before sun down.” Xion said. 

“Okay. Mr. Talking-Bird here said that Sora’s parents are on their way with support and gave Sora a magic pendant.” Axel said. 

“I have a name here and it’s Donald!” 

“Okay. Sorry. No need to get all feisty with me.” Donald was about to peck the shit out of Axel but Sora stopped him from doing so. 

“How are you holding up, Sora?” Roxas asked. Sora wrote down that he was okay but scared of what might happen.

“Don’t worry, Sora. We’ll get her back.” Xion said, putting her hand on his shoulder. 

“I should go see if the king and the queen have arrived.” Donald said. He then flew off to go find Sora’s parents. 

“While Donald is doing that, we need to prepare for tonight. Also, what does that pendant to?” Xion said. Sora shrugged. He then put in on and felt a rush of magic go through him. 

“Are you okay, Sora?” Roxas asked. 

“Y-Yeah. I feel good.” 

“YOUR VOICE! It came back!” Xion said. 

“Yeah. Thank you, mom. I’ll come home soon. Let’s do this.” They left the library, and went to go get ready for the ball tonight.

~Time Skip~

Sora, Xion, Axel, and Roxas entered the ballroom to be greeted by a bunch of people they didn’t know. 

“Great. How are we gonna find (Y/N) and Vanitas when there’s all these people in the way?” Axel complained. Sora looked through the sea of people and then found you and Vanitas by the staircase. 

“Guys. I found her! Let’s go!” Sora said. They split up so they wouldn’t make it obvious. Xion went to the right, while the boys went to the left. 

“Hey, (Y/N)! You look beautiful!” Xion said. 

“Thanks, Xion! You look pretty too!” you replied. 

“So, I hear you’re getting married tomorrow. Mind if I see the dress?” 

“Of course! I’ll be right back, Bubby.” (I’m sorry! That nickname makes me soft! I love it so much!) Vanitas nodded in response. You and Xion went to go look at the dress, while the boys went to go confront Vanitas. Sora snuck with Xion to try and talk to you.

“Ugh. What do you want?” Vanitas said. 

“We know what your plan is, Vanitas.” Roxas said. 

“Do you now? And what do think my plan is?” 

“Your plan is to summon a creepy crusty wizard that will take over this kingdom and many others while having Sora as a prisoner.” Axel said. 

“Seems like you caught me. But you’re kind of too late.” 

“What the hell do you mean by that?” Roxas asked. 

“(Y/N) puts all of her trust into me. And Sora is not gonna be able to anything about it.” Vanitas smirked. 

“You son of a-”

~~~~

“Okay. You wait here while I’ll go get the dress.” you said. 

“Okay.” Xion smiled. You went into your closet to pull out the wedding dress. It was passed down through your family. 

Xion made sure that you were in the closet before she let Sora in. Your maid helped you put the dress on and made sure it was on securely. You stepped out of the closet to be greeted by Sora. 

“Oh, hey. What are you doing here?” you asked surprised to see Sora standing there instead of Xion. 

“I came to see you.” he said. 

“Your voice came back!” 

“Yeah. But that’s not why I’m here.”

“Well, why are you here?” 

“Come with me.”You followed Sora down to the docks and stood there as he explained what has been going on these past couple of hours. 

“Wait, you have to leave tonight?” Sora nodded in response. 

“I-I wish I got to spend more time with you.”

“Me too.” Sora got an idea 

 “Do you trust me?” he asked. 

“Of course I trust you!” Sora pulled you close and started to dance with you. Just as he was about to kiss you, Vanitas pushed him into the water. 

“You just make it too easy don’t you, Sora?” 

“Wait, Sora?!” Sora got out of the water and saw that Vanitas was holding the necklace that Sora gave you. Vanitas then pulled you close to him and placed a rough kiss on your lips. You tried to push him away but he was too strong. 

“NO!” It was too late. The sun had setted and Sora was turned back into a merman. Vanitas finally let you go and you ran to Sora. 

“Oh my god, Sora! I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize it was you this entire time.” you said. 

“At least I got to dance with you.” 

“Ugh. Barf! All this lovey-dovey shit makes me want to kill someone. And I think I know the perfect target.” Vanitas took the last missing piece of the X-Blade and summoned the rest of it. He placed the missing piece into its rightful spot and a surge of dark magic flowed through him. He then pointed the X-Blade right at Sora. You stood in front of Sora with your arms out to protect him. 

“Seriously? Just give up, angel. It’s not worth the trouble.” 

“No. I lost the two most important people in my life. I’m not losing Sora.” 

“So be it.” Vanitas raised the X-Blade in the air and summoned Xehanort. (kind of like what happened during the keyblade war). 

“Hah, feels good to be back in my original body.” Xehanort said. You gasped. You felt like this was your fault. You helped summon Xehanort. Sora looked at Xehanort in disbelief. This isn’t happening. He wished that this was a dream. But it wasn’t. This is real. 

“XEHANORT!” a voice boomed. Wait that sounded familiar. It was 

“DAD!” Sora exclaimed. He saw his parents riding a gigantic wave. He dove into the water to be reunited with his family. Sora’s mother was the first one to hug him. 

“Oh thank goodness! You’re okay.” 

“Well, if it isn’t Your Majesty, the king. So nice of you to join us. We’re just about to get started with the ceremony” Xehanort said. 

“What ceremony?” you asked. 

“Why the wedding, of course.” Vanitas said. This couldn’t be happening. Xehanort grabbed your arm and pushed you towards Vanitas. 

“Now, are we ready to begin?” Xehanort asked. 

“NO! Let me go!” You tried to fight against Vanitas but he was too strong. 

“Dad, we have to help her.” 

“We will, son. Don’t worry.” Sora’s dad waved his trident and shot it at Xehanort and Vanitas trying to be careful of you. The two of them flew into the water and got turned into mermen. Sora swam to you as fast as he can but got pulled by Vanitas. Sora fought against his grip the best as he could. He broke free but the pendant that he had snapped and broke. At that point he didn’t care, all he cared about was making sure you were okay. He made it to the docks and pulled himself up. 

“Sora! Oh my god! I’m so scared. What’s gonna happen?” Sora tried to talk but realized he couldn’t because he didn’t have the pendant. Sora’s mother saw this and gave Sora a magic weapon that will help defeat Vanitas and Xehanort. You hugged Sora and ran back into the castle so that you wouldn’t get hurt. 

~Time skip b/c I don’t want to write a fight scene~

Sora and his family won. They defeated Vanitas and Xehanort together. They were able to break the X-Blade and Sora got his voice back. He was about to swim back to you but remembered that he didn’t have his legs anymore. His mother took notice of this and used her magic to summon one of the last Paopu fruits that existed. She handed him the fruit and told him to go to you. He swam towards the docks again and pulled himself up. You walked out to the docks to see if it was safe. You then ran to Sora and tackled him into a giant hug. 

“What’s this?” you asked as you pulled away from the hug. 

“It’s called a Paopu fruit. It’s said to have a person’s destiny intertwined with another’s. I’m not sure if it will work with us, but I want to give it a try.” he said.

“Okay. Let’s try it.” You and Sora broke off a piece and ate it. Just then, Sora felt his legs come back. The two of you smiled and kissed. 

BONUS: 

It was two years after you got married and became king and queen. You weren’t feeling like yourself. You kept throwing up every five minutes and sometimes passing out. You and Sora thought that it might be food poisoning, but when the doctor came, it was the exact opposite. 

“Y-You’re pregnant?” Sora said. 

“Yep! That’s what the doctor said.” Sora felt tears starting to form and hugged you. You hugged back, feeling your own tears forming. But it brought up a question. Was the baby going to be a merperson or a human. When your baby was born, the two of you discovered that it was a hybrid meaning that the baby could change into a merperson whenever they wanted to. The three of you then lived a happy life in the kingdom and went on crazy adventures together knowing that nothing can stop true love. 

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I saw you were doing the challenge so I was really excited to more about you and you OC I hope it doesn't bother you if I choose 2 and 8

It doesn't bother me at all anon, I was secretly hopping that someone would send me the number two 😂 (also I explained what kind of relationship the main 10 have with my OCs instead of saying what they think of them, I hope you don't mind) :

2. Introduce your Scholar / 8. What would each of  LIs say about you/ your Scholar ?

Name: Yumeji

Nationality: American

Languages spoken: English and basic Japanese

Height: 169cm

Weight: 54kg

Department: Athletics (Runner)

Love Interest: Axel

Yumeji is a student in the Athletic department. She lived in America her whole life and was raised by her father, a famous coach, while her mom died when she was young. After seing her dad training so many peoples, she got passionnate about running and integrated Arlington to go to the Olympics one day and win the first place in the 100m sprints category. She's a caring and easygoing girl, making it not hard to befriend her. Yumeji s a bit of a flirt with pretty much everyone except for the boy she actually likes and loves to tease the one she cares about. She has the bad habit to overwork herself and is never satisfied with the results she gets, especially when it comes to her passion, resulting her to often feeling like she isn't good enough.

Affinity:

• Alistair and Raquel are the one she's the most close to, spending a lot of time training together. It's not rare to see them challenging each others to the point of exhaustion, until Coach D has to kick them out of the gym.

• Being close to Alistair means hanging out with Tadashi too. She's really fond of him and never miss a chance to mess with him a little. She tried to convince him to help her practice her japanese, wanting it to be easier for her to talk with her mom's side of the family. That bastard accepted, but not for free.

• Due to her not being a scholarship student, her relationship with Karolina had never been bad. They're both polite to eachothers but have never tried to get close. Yumeji admires her dedication and hardwork in the fashion industry though.

• She's in love with Neha's creations and find her extremly talented, to the point that she even commissioned her a sport outfit. They grew closer during her arc, Yumeji being the one who supported her during this rough time.

• Spending a lot of time in Raquel's room, Yumeji and Claire are nice to eachothers but aren't that close, only speaking together when their friend is around.

• Both her and Tegan love video games so it's not rare to see them play together or talk about the ones they like.

• She finds Tyler hilarious and loves his energy. Him and Raquel tried once to convince her to joins them to party outside of the campus. Even if she's usually not a big fan of it, she ended up accepting but regreted right away when they got caught by Lady A who gave them detention.

• She's always up to be part of Ellie's pranks but is sometimes scared to see how much of an evil genius she can be when it comes to this.

• Axel and her have an obvious crush on eachothers and keep getting teased by Raquel who tell them to 'get a room' every time they're a bit too close. She usually flirt with everyone but for some reasons her brain literally stop functioning when it comes to flirt back with him. It'll take a lot of time for them to end up together since Axel is terrified of the idea of Yumeji getting hurts and receiving hate because of his career.

Name: Sarah

Nationality: French

Languages spoken: English and French

Height: 164cm

Weight: 69kg

Department: Fine Art* (Chef)

Love interest: Tegan

Sarah is a scholarship student coming from France, where she lived with her two parents and three little brothers. Shy by nature, she also suffer from social anxiety and is only confident when she's doing what she likes the most: cooking. After taking the time to know her, she's a pretty funny girl that loves to joke around and is always loyal to the one she cares about.

Affinity:

• She hangs out with the trio Ellie/Tyler/Tegan and is often dragged into their pranks against her will. They're really fond of her and are glad to have met her this year. Tyler is the one with who she's the most at ease and joke the most, finding it easy to be herself around him since they share the same type of humor. He and Ellie are shipping her with Tegan like crazy and are constantly teasing them about it. They try their best to set them together, because honestly if nobody push them a bit they'll never make the first move.

• Sarah has a hard time being around Karolina. Dealing with the way she treated her has been awful for her, having already a low self-esteem. She did accept her apologie at the end of her arc though, but she mostly did it for Tegan rather than for her. She still thinks that her excuse to be this harsh was stupid but will make an effort to be at least polite and will avoid to be alone with her for too long since it makes her uncomfortable.

• Claire and her are friendly with eachothers, often exchanging recipes and cooking together when they can. They almost only speak French when it's just the two of them and have little private jokes that only them understand.

• Her and Tadashi grew closer during his arc and he now consider her a good friend and confidante. Sarah always makes sure to check on him and that he gets enough sleep in vain and sometimes, Alistair has to text her to scold him a little when he won't listen to him and overwork himself (they're both part of the Tadashi protection squad)

• She's a bit intimidated by Raquel and Axel due to how popular the both of them are in the academy, but she'll get more comfortable around them after some time. They sometimes eat lunch together or hang out when they join Ellie and TNT but except that they aren't that close.

• Sarah followed Neha's advice at the beginning of the year when she told her to not talk to her when Karolina is around. She got a little bit hurt by her words and never tried to befriend her after that so they're only polite to eachothers, nothing more.

*I'm not sure if I choose the right department for her to be honest, nothing really fited so since cooking can be considered an art I made her part of the Fine Art department.

[snowflake-of-destruction]

Let us thank our giver of wonderful food on this Monday. Blessed she be.

It was mostly luck that Riku noticed the small form curled in a ball at the bottom of the tub before he turned the shower on, and that he was planning on letting the water heat up before getting undressed.

"What were you doing here with the lights off, Salena?" He asked, gently. "Ripan should have told you the master bedroom and bath are off limits for hide and seek. I'll make sure you get a pass this round."

The little girl remained steadfastly in ball form. "S'not hide and seek. I can't leave. I'm in jail."

"You're in jail?" Riku parroted and sat on the edge of the tub so he wouldn't tower over his friends' daughter. "Now what did you do to get sent to jail?"

Salena uncurled and sat up, twisting the end of her braid around her finger when she spoke again. "Not that kind of jail. I was kidnapped and now I am locked away waiting for my hero."

"And Ripan's coming to rescue you?"  His son should still know better than to involve his and Sora's room in games, but this was kind of cute. Ripan wanted to act out the same kinds of stories he'd heard from his dads. He wanted to practice having the strength to protect what mattered.

"No! Ripan's not a hero!" The tiny redhead was affronted at the very idea. Ripan thought he was so mature because he was two years and three months older when he was really just a butt head. His whole head. Just butts. "He's playing the head of the Organ Nation. He likes playing the bad guy. Dulce is the hero."

"Ripan wanted to be the head of the Organization?" Riku wasn't sure how he felt about that.

Salena patted his leg consolingly. "It's just pretend, Uncle Riku. And it's the Organ Nation. We voted for the name. Ripan went around collecting hearts and now he has so many organs he's in charge. When Dulce beats him, she takes the hearts and throws them into the sky."

"Oh, is that how it works?" Having the concept of make believe explained to him by a six year old brought things into perspective for Riku. He tried to cajole her out of the bath again. "Well, I'm a master of the keyblade so I'm going to set you free and then you can help me find Dulce and we'll all defeat the Organ Nation together.  That's how Guardians of Light do it. We fight as a group, getting power from our friends."

"I know that," Salena insisted. "I'm not four. I'm supposed to stay here though until the real rescue."

"How long have you been hiding in here?"

"Six hours."

"It hasn't even been six hours since your dads dropped you off."

"One hour."

Riku doubted that was an accurate count either, but however long she'd been left was too long. "I promise you I am a qualified rescuer."

"Uncle Sora does say you've been his hero since you two were smaller than us." Salena considered the offer. She knew Dulce had a heroic rescue planned but they could use it next time.

"He said that?"

"At homework time. I asked him if you two had been married forty years because Ripan said his dads--that's you and Uncle Sora--have been married longer than my and Dulce's dads and you are more in love and that our dads may have went away for the weekend to have a divorce because Cecily Almasy's parents got a divorce and..."

"Pause and breathe, honey. Nobody's getting a divorce."

"I know that. They went away to fight a big Heartless and to do kissing stuff in a hot tub," Salena snapped though she looked quite relieved. "So I told Ripan I was going to punch him and Uncle Sora told me not to hit and Ripan not to start rumors. And then we apologized and Dulce said we should get back to math. And then Uncle Sora said 'good idea' so I said 'have you and Uncle Riku been married for forty years?' I'm pretty sure my dads have been married for at least forty  years because they are old. Uncle Sora laughed and said no, and then Dulce and Ripan started fighting and Uncle Sora had to break it up, but then he said that you and he have been in love your whole lives though and you've always been his hero. But my Pop was in love with my Daddy since the minute, the second, the moment that he was alive so I think Dulce and I still win. But you and Uncle Sora are super old and in love too." Salena finally stopped for breath, gulping in air in dramatic little huffs.

It was a lot to parse. Ripan didn't tend to go off on run-on tangents, but it was something Sora did from time to time, so Riku was used to following along with fast-paced, scattered speech. He cut to the chase, guiding Salena back on topic. "So is it rescue time?"

"It's rescue time!" Salena declared, standing to her feet, extending her arm and then yelling "Zing!" before clarifying in a softer tone. "That's my keyblade summoning noise."

They ran off together just in time to see Ripan standing on the couch in the living room wrapped in Sora's terry cloth robe, one wrong move away from tripping over it and falling from his perch, several paper hearts taped to his chest and neck, facing off against Dulce, the wooden keyblade Riku had carved for Ripan in her hand. For a moment. Then, the keyblade was flying across the living room at Ripan's head. Riku had told Axel time and again that throwing his keyblade like his chakrams was a bad habit that would catch up with him one day. Riku hadn’t thought it would catch up with his son first.

Riku dived, too late. The damage was minimal. A knot above Ripan's eye, a bruise. He'd had worse, and was even healing from worse at that time, injuries sustained from the belief that strong wind would grant him the ability to fly. The twins cried more than he did. Sora cried most of all when he heard the commotion and came in from the other room where he'd been on the gummi phone with Donald, despairing that he was a terrible inattentive father. Injuries were tended, stern words about not throwing things in the house or at people exchanged, and ice cream distributed. Crisis averted.

It was the excitement of the night, next hurdle not arriving until the next morning when Salena and Dulce came running into Riku and Sora's bedroom at what felt like dawn, declaring it was time for their hair to be done.

To which Sora responded, "I never saw that horse before!" sitting straight up in bed, and then, a more intelligible "Who's a what?"

"You have to fix our hair!" Dulce insisted with all the urgency it would have called for if her sister's head was on fire and the only way to put it out was braids. 

"I want a ponytail coming out of the middle of a bun except the ponytail hair is curls and I need glitter star clips...Please." Salena was more patient but taking the matter no less seriously.

"Yeah, her hair needs to go in spirals like Miss Aerith. I will have two braids and then halfway down they turn into one braid and there's a bow at the end. Please and thank you." Dulce placed her own order. "We have all our hair stuff in our backpacks."

"It's the weekend." Riku found himself more easily oriented waking up suddenly than Sora. "You don't need to get ready for school."

"Yes, but we might be seen by the public," Salena stressed, making Riku wonder what plans they had for the day.

"How about a regular ponytail?" Sora yawned. "Or loose hair...just...being hair?"

"Hair being hair?" It should not have been possible for such a small body to contain such an air of superiority. Sora was ignored entirely thereafter. "Uncle Riku, you know how to fix hair, right?"

"Of course. I'm a master hairstylist from way back!" Riku lied through his teeth, thinking it wouldn't be that difficult to please two six-year-olds if they had brought enough brightly colored ribbons and bits.

He was very, very wrong. His braids were loose and crooked. His pigtails uneven. He got a brush tangled deep in Dulce's hair to the point he considered wrapping more hair around it and making it a part of the style. It was a disaster and he was politely given up on after several grueling attempts.

Still not the worst thing to happen in the three days. Nothing compared to the close call when the kids dared each other to drink paint.

[ddixons-angel]

Fated: Season 3

Summary: Gloria Rhee narrowly escapes Atlanta with her brother as the outbreak reaches the city. Luckily, they find a camp outside the city and together, they fend through encounters with the living and undead.

Starts a little before Season 1 and then follows the main storyline of the show.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Glenn Sister!OC

Warnings: major TWD spoilers, language, violence (the typical TWD stuff), attempted sexual assault

A/N: So it’s finally Friday! I see a lot of people weren’t too pleased with the cliff hanger hahaha well here it is, the next part of it! I hope it’s up to par for all of your patience! 

Chapter 4

Back in Cell Block C, the survivor’s block, Rick and the others have returned from their task of burning the walker bodies. Daryl was fidgeting with his crossbow on one of the tables in the main area while Rick went to check on Lori and Carl. 

“Where’s Gloria?” Glenn asks anyone who knows the answer as he looks around, worried since he doesn’t see his sister anywhere. 

“She told me she was going to patrol outside, you didn’t see her?” Beth told him, sitting at the other table with Maggie. 

Glenn shakes his head, “I didn’t...”

Suddenly, Daryl instinctively picks up his crossbow and aims it at the dark corridor that leads to Cell Block D as he hears quick-paced footsteps . A blonde, bearded man quickly emerges from the corridor but stops in his tracks as he sees Daryl holding the weapon up to him.

“Woah woah! Don’t shoot! Please!” he pleads as he holds his hands up, surrendering.

“Gimme one good reason not to!” Daryl shouts at him, his voice brings Rick out from the cell block. 

Once he sees the man in their area, Rick pulls his gun from its holster, “I thought I told you to stay away from my people!” 

“I-I know! But I had to come to you! Tomas, h-he took one of yours.” he stutters, afraid for his life, “t-the pretty Asian lady.” 

His words triggered Glenn to bolt towards him, grabbing him by the collar, “Where is she?!” 

“B-back at our cell block!” he tells them quickly. 

Glenn pushes the man out of the way and dashes through the corridor with Rick, Daryl, and the blonde man following him. As they get closer to the cell block, they can hear Gloria screaming and cursing at her captor. 

“Stop! You asshole! Fuck you!” Gloria screams and cries, continuing to thrash under Tomas. 

“Shut up, you bitch!” Tomas slaps her hard across the face. 

“Hey hey-hey stop! Stay back!” a voice calls outside the cell, but assuming it’s just his friends arguing with each other, Tomas ignores it.

He growls lowly in Gloria’s ear, “still doubting the kind of man I am?!” he rips off Gloria’s shirt in one swift movement, causing her to scream for him to stop, tears streaming from her eyes. 

A gunshot rings from the cell block, catching Tomas’s attention then he’s thrown to the ground as Daryl proceeds to beat his face, lashing out his fury on him. Rick chases the man with the gun down the cell block and Glenn rushes into the cell, pulling Gloria up to hold her but she screams again, still caught in the trauma and thinking Tomas is back to terrorize her. She struggles and pushes him away, but Glenn doesn’t give up.

“Gloria! Gloria, it’s me! It’s big brother, it’s Glenn!” he says as he holds her tight, saying the endearment she likes to tease him with in Korean. 

Gloria’s vision returns to normal, the visual of Tomas turns into Glenn as her mind warps back to reality. She starts crying, sobbing from the trauma and relief that she’s now safe with her brother. 

“Glenn...” she whimpers as she cries into his chest. 

He pulls away from her and takes off his sweater then wraps it tightly around her, wanting to make her feel more secure. He looks over to Tomas’s now dead body, his face bloody and disfigured from Daryl’s beatings. Glenn looks at the man’s corpse in disgust, feeling absolutely no remorse for him. Daryl’s sitting on the ground, heaving from his lashing out. 

He turns to look at Glenn and Gloria, “she okay?” 

Glenn nods, “I think we should get her out of this damn cell though.” 

Daryl nods and gets up from the ground and heads for the door of the cell, waiting for Glenn to help Gloria stand. They escort her out of the cell where Oscar is still standing, looking at Gloria, regretful that he couldn’t help her more. Seeing him triggered more anger within Daryl and he started to make his way to the man when Gloria reached out to grab his arm, stopping him.

“Oscar tried to help... he tried to stop him.” she says in a frail voice. 

“Ya tried?” Daryl glares at the man, “well, why didn’t ya try harder?!”

“Andrew was holdin’ me and Axel at gunpoint man, I had to distract them so Axel could go get you guys, I had no choice, man.” 

“Just leave it, Daryl.” she says, almost pleading, she just wanted to get out of this cell block. 

Daryl looks back at her and his expression softens, “okay, let’s go.” 

The boys walk her back through the corridor to the main area where the others are waiting anxiously for their return. Maggie and Carol gasp silently when they see the shape Gloria is in; her hair was a mess, clothes torn, lip split and bleeding, Gloria just wanted to hide. She lowered her head once she saw them looking at her, letting her hair fall to hide her face. She was humiliated, embarrassed, ashamed, and afraid, she just wanted to be left alone. 

“Gloria...” Carol calls out to her. 

Feeling tears well up in her eyes again, she lets out a sob as she pushes Glenn away and runs into the cell block, up the stairs and into her own cell, slamming the gate shut. Glenn tears up as he watches her run away, he was angry and hurting for what happened to her. He punches the table in anger and frustration, Maggie watches him with a worried expression, not knowing what to say to help him feel better. Later on, Rick had returned from the corridor as well.

“I chased that asshole down, led him into a part of the prison that’s full of walkers, he’s as good as dead.” Rick tells them, bitterness dripping from his voice. 

“I killed that prick, beat his face in.” Daryl says, still angry from the situation as if killing him wasn’t enough.

“I saw that...” he then looks at Glenn and softens his voice, “how is she?”

Glenn sighs and shakes his head, “she locked herself up in her cell, not talking to anyone.” 

Rick sighs at this then pats Glenn’s shoulder, “give her some time and space, she’ll be okay.” 

Hours had passed as Gloria sat on the edge of the bed in her cell. She’d been trying to calm herself down, trying to forget what happened, but the memory was just too fresh for her to stop thinking about it. It was dark in the prison now, the moon peeking through the windows being their only light source as everyone had gone to bed. Realizing how late it actually was, Gloria decided she should sleep. She lets out a sigh and lies down on the bed, closing her eyes only to open them again as she sees Tomas towering over her. She gasps loudly for air and sits back up, looking around but sees no one; that’s when she realizes that her cell looked exactly the same as the other. She couldn’t stay in there. Getting up, she runs to the gate and opens it hastily, stumbling onto the railing that overlooked the lower level of the cell block. Gloria holds onto the railing, breathing heavily with her eyes closed shut, her knuckles turning white from how hard she’s holding onto the railing. 

“Hey.” a voice calls out to her. 

Gloria gasps in fear and flinches, not knowing that there was someone else there with her. She looks at the person in front of her like a deer in headlights. She calms down a little when she sees that it’s Daryl.

“Sorry...” he says, feeling bad that he ended up scaring her. 

She shakes her head, “No... I’m sorry for reacting like that... I usually don’t scare that easy...” 

Daryl purses his lips together, “Ya can’t sleep?”

She nods at that, “I can’t be in there, in any of these cells. They’re all... too similar... too suffocating. I just... I can’t stay in there.” 

“Ya gotta sleep though.” Daryl tells her.

“I can’t!” Gloria chokes out a small sob, hating how weak she was at this moment.

Without saying another word, Daryl carefully and slowly reaches out to her, taking her hand. He’s relieved that she didn’t flinch at his touch then guides her to the bed on the perch. He ushers her to lay down on the bed while he sits on the ground by her side. 

“Ya gotta sleep.” Daryl repeats his words from earlier. 

Gloria looks up at Daryl, her eyes still wet with tears from trauma and fear. Daryl reaches out and gently caresses her face. 

“I’ll make sure nothin’ like that happens to ya ever again, I’ll protect ya.” he says in a soft voice. 

A small smile makes its way to her lips, “are you just going to watch over me as I sleep?”

“Ya wan’ me to?” he asks back, giving her a side smile. 

She shakes her head, “that’s just creepy.”

Daryl chuckles at her, deep down he’s happy that she’s talking to him like she was. He hated what happened to her today and the very thought of it made his blood boil. It soothed his heart when he saw her finally able to calm down and joke with him, her small smile warmed him and if he hadn't already, he would have made it his life's mission to protect her. She had finally been able to drift off to sleep while holding his hand. Her peaceful face, however, didn't last very long. Gloria soon started to whimper and shift in her sleep. 

"No.. Please don't..." she cries softly. 

Daryl was not a stranger to this, she was having a nightmare, most likely reliving the events of the day. He slides into bed with her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close to him. 

"Shh.. 's okay, you're okay." he whispers softly into her ear. 

Her cries and whimper soon come to an end, her shaking body stills as her hand grabs onto Daryl's shirt. Gloria is still asleep as she snuggles into his chest, her breathing slows to a calm pace. She's finally able to feel safe as she sleeps in Daryl's arms. 

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Next Chapter

And there you have it! I hope it was worth the wait! I felt like something like this was necessary mainly so I can get Gloria to sleep on the perch with Daryl just because she’s too stubborn to ask him directly hahaha my plans worked :P Let me know what you thought of this! 

In regards to everything that’s happening though, I really want to say I hope everyone stays safe and healthy, please don’t panic, we will get through this!

And as always, I would really appreciate any comments left for me! I’ll be replying to any comments in a new post because this is a sideblog!

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