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the-oblivious-writer · 2 days ago
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Oh the Guilt
Sam Carpenter x Reader
One-shot
Summary: no
Warning(s): major character death and mourning/grief
Notes: Based off of this request: hey! i saw your requests are open (i am indeed busting). i was wondering if you’d do some angst with either sam or tara? maybe sam/tara spending the holidays alone because they falsely accused reader of being gf and pushed them away/broke up w them. but it only ended up putting r in danger and leading to their death? love me some good ol angst if you’re up for it! have a great holiday season :)
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The Christmas lights blur through her tears as Sam clutches your photo to her chest, fingers trembling against the worn edges. Her apartment feels too quiet, too empty, the silence broken only by the distant sound of people celebrating that makes everything worse. It wasn't supposed to be like this.
Sam stares at your sweater draped over her couch - the soft blue one you always wore when it got cold, the one that still holds traces of your perfume. She doesn't deserve its comfort, but she pulls it on anyway, drowning in fabric and guilt and memory.
"We’re specimens to you, aren’t we?" Sam's voice had cracked like breaking glass, fear masquerading as anger. "I’m not letting Tara get hurt again!"
You'd reached for her, confusion and hurt painting your features. "Sam, please. You know me. I would never-"
"I thought I knew Richie too," she'd snarled, backing away from your touch. "Get out. Get out!”
The door had slammed with such finality. She'd thought she was protecting herself, protecting everyone. Instead, she'd handed you to them gift-wrapped - alone, vulnerable, perfect prey.
By the time Sam realized her mistake, she was cradling your broken body in the rain, red seeping into puddles around you both. Your fingers had weakly brushed her cheek, still trying to comfort her even then.
"Not your fault," you'd whispered, but those words haunt her worse than any ghostface ever could.
Now Tara brings food she doesn't eat, Kirby tries to coax her out, but Sam remains suspended in amber, preserved in the moment she lost you. Your clothes hang in her closet like ghosts. She wears your sweaters to sleep, buries her face in the fabric and pretends she can still feel your warmth.
The Christmas tree in the corner - the one you'd insisted on buying together - stands half-decorated, just as you'd left it. Tinsel dangles like broken promises. The star you'd picked out remains in its box, because finishing it without you feels like accepting you're gone.
Sam traces the words of your last text message: "I love you. We'll talk soon." Her phone screen has cracked from how many times she's dropped it, hands shaking too hard to hold on.
She knows she should let others in. Knows you'd want her to live, to heal, to forgive herself. But every time Tara hugs her or Kirby offers support, it feels like betraying your memory. Like she doesn't deserve comfort after what she did to you.
Sometimes, in the depths of night when the walls feel like they're closing in, Sam swears she can feel you. A whisper of movement in her peripheral vision, the ghost of your touch against her shoulder, the way the air shifts as if accommodating your presence.
"I see you everywhere," she whispers into the darkness, clutching your sweater like a lifeline. "The coffee mug you chipped is still in the cabinet. Your stupid action movies are still in my queue. I can't… I can't delete them."
The apartment creaks, settling into winter's grip, and Sam lets out a broken laugh. "Remember how you used to say these old buildings had character? God, you'd make up stories about the noises - ghosts having dance parties, you said." Her voice catches. "Is that what you're doing now? Dancing without me?"
Sam reaches out, fingers trembling in the empty air where she imagines you might be. "I fucked up. I fucked up so bad. I was so scared of losing everyone that I pushed away the one person who…" She chokes on the words. "The one person who never gave me a reason to doubt them."
The Christmas lights flicker, and for a moment, Sam's heart stops. She's learned to find meaning in these small disturbances, these tiny rebellions against reality. "I know what you'd say. That I need to forgive myself. That I need to let people in." Tears track down her cheeks. "But how can I? How can I when every time I close my eyes, I see you bleeding out in my arms?"
Something shifts in the room - maybe the heating kicking in, maybe something more. The tinsel on the half-decorated tree sways gently. Sam watches it, transfixed. "If you're here… I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry. I should have trusted you. Should have protected you. Should have been there when…"
The star for the tree - your star - sits in its box on the coffee table. As Sam watches through tears, a draft from somewhere catches the lid, lifting it slightly. Her breath hitches.
"You want me to finish it, don't you? The tree?" Her laugh is wet, broken. "Always so stubborn about traditions." She reaches for the star with shaking hands. "I don't know if I can. It feels like accepting you're really…"
The room grows impossibly still, as if the very air is holding its breath. Sam could swear she feels the phantom pressure of your hand over hers, guiding her toward the tree. The sensation is so vivid she gasps.
"Okay," she whispers, standing on unsteady legs. "Okay, baby. For you." She clutches the star to her chest, your sweater hanging loose on her frame. "But I'm not ready to let you go. Not yet. Maybe not ever."
As she reaches up to place the star, the Christmas lights seem to glow a little brighter, and for just a moment, Sam swears she can feel your arms around her waist, your chin on her shoulder, just like before. Just like always.
"Stay with me?" she asks the empty room, knowing the answer, dreading the silence. "Even if I don't deserve it?"
The lights flicker once, twice - like a heartbeat, like a promise - and Sam breaks down sobbing, sliding to the floor beneath your half-finished tree, beneath your star, beneath the weight of a love that even death couldn't quite end.
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A/N: first request filled, ob-la-di (sorry if this sucks, I’m half-asleep)
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rottenherbs · 2 days ago
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Lost to Family // G.W x reader
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Request: I was wondering if I could request a George Weasley x reader where they have been dating in secret for a while because the reader's family are death eaters, but she doesn't agree with them and in the battle of Hogwarts she has to choose a side to fight and she goes with George? (also Fred lives please)
Word count:1.8k
Authors note: Happy christmas! I hope you guys are having a wonderful winter so far. I just finished this tonight , tis the season eh?
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Much love, Saige
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Your life like many other hogwarts students, were ripped to shreds in a way that wasn’t anticipated. Every moment was under the threat of your demise, loved ones gone, friends choosing to fight with the enemy, face to face with death around every corner.
You were 17. Your life was allegedly in its peak, your body limber and amble, your mind sharp as a tack, your life romantic and soft. The moment the news that Dumbledore had been killed changed everything you once knew. You didn’t know who you could trust, only keeping your boyfriend's family close. Harnessing your new skills of defensive and reactive spells, you retrieved a letter in the mail from your parents, one that you thought would never come.
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You and George had been facing a practicing dummy in the backyard attempting a new set of spells that Lupin had shared with the younger students in the order.
“Dear! A letter!” Molly shouted from the burrow, echoing lightly over to you and George.
“That’s for you.” He laughed nudging your shoulder. “She doesn’t call me dear, just George… or Fred.”
You chuckled, slipping your wand into your sweatshirt and kissed him on the cheek turning and leaving him to practice without you.
Walking into the burrow, Molly held the letter in her hands, noticeably fidgeting the paper in between her fingers.
“I’m sorry, we had to open it first to make sure it was safe.” She handed it over, the envelope ripped slightly revealing the corner to a dark black cardstock. You furrowed your eyebrows, grabbing it slowly
Our sweetest girl.
Please take this letter as an open invitation, to understand our way of life.
We have met so many wonderful people. We have learned the correct way of life. We have missed your presence dearly.
Power is held within purity. Your soul is pure, you can be saved if you choose to fight for the right side.
We wish to keep you safe, keep you civilized.
Keep you in the ascendency of moral righteousness
Mum and Dad
Your heart sank to your stomach, each passing word taking the breath out of your lungs. Your eyes stung, not realizing you had kept your eyes open for over a minute, reading and rereading the short letter. Your head began to shake in disapproval, tears streaming down your face.
You understood your parents had gone missing during the year, believing their belligerent morals towards Voldemort had gotten them killed. You had mourned them. You had gone through grief in a way you couldn’t describe. The new information that their existence was proven in a handwritten letter had opened a wound you thought was closed forever.
“Oh.” Molly walked over, holding your shaking body, slumping your entire weight into her short frame. You were too distraught to notice George entering the house, rushing over to you quickly. The letter had fallen from your hands, sliding across the kitchen floor near his feet.
Picking it up and reading, his ears had gone red in anger, though his body felt an uncontrollable sadness. He had been with you when you got word they had passed, now standing in confusion, all of the past year feeling like a lie.
It took you a few hours to calm down fully, but you ended up laying down in George’s arms, soothing you as much as he could. Not only had the war been coming closer with each passing day, the new information that your name had been wanted for voldemorts army had placed an intricate target on your back. Would you see your parents? would they kill you themselfs? Every thought that passed through your mind was morbidly macabre. Only the sounds of George’s sweet voice kept you from truly spirling.
“Me and you. I promise. I promise”
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A letter had been sent to the burrow one night, unsigned yet a small inked paw print placed sloppily in the corner, signaling a message from McGonagall. She had been a set of eyes on the inside of Hogwarts, ready to dispatch help the moment it was needed.
Lighting has struck
Word had gotten to the snake
Unknown arrival
Preparation underway
The letter was short, incredibly succinct but told us we were finally being called to the front lines. Hogwarts would be under attack in mear hours. All of the Weasley family that weren’t at hogwarts had gotten dressed and hugged another tightly, a solemn silence over the family, understanding the implications of what is to come.
Holding George’s hand, he leaned down placing a kiss on your head shooting you a confident wink before apperating you both.
You both arrived in Mcgonagals office, looking around nervously hoping your presence wasn’t heard by the wrong crowd. You waited patiently both snooping around with eachother not ever having the opportunity to be in her office, and alone at that.
Soon the door swung open, a young blonde witch quickly closing it behind her.
“You're here! Wonderful!” Luna beamed, her smile wide and genuine as she looked at you and George. “Well come on. No time for pleasantries.” She quipped, opening the door and ushering you both out. She held up a finger to her lips, shushing you both as you stepped out into the hallway.
Nostalgia hit you the moment your feet clacked against the stone flooring. Memories of the 7 years of wonder and peace you spent in the halls quickly dissolved as you remembered why you were there. The memories break into just small crippling distasteful feelings, leaving you numb as you walk faster down the corridor.
Arriving at a plain stone wall, Luna looked around as the stone morphed into a beautifully intricate door, swinging open just enough to slip your bodies through. The other side was warm and lively, many students laughing together in small piles of makeshift beds and blankets.
You and George were taken into a hug by Ron and Hermione simultaneously, both squeezing you from all sides, comforting you deeply. Once they pulled away, all four of you looked at each other sadly.
“It must be really happening huh.” Ron mumbled, his smile faltering into a straight lipped grimace. “Its still nice to see you y/n, even with the circumstances.” Ron leaned, his smile returning momentarily.
“It’s always nice to see you Ron” You smiled looking around the room once more.
“Oh this is kinda like our headquarters.” Hermione spoke looking around at the room proudly. “Students made it themselves. Those who want to fight.”
The hundreds of students around the room felt comforting and disgustingly frightening. These teens are all willing to put their life on the line for what is right, just like you. All of these children, teens, barely adults, all stuck in a situation that is out of their hands.
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The fight started abruptly. You and the members of the order took their places around the castle fortifying the sky with a powerful shield spell, hopefully holding out the enemy in anyways possible. George kept you close, determined to keep you safe. Keep you alive.
The sky went silent, the shield sending a glimmering cast over the stars. You and George sat, tired from the journey, holding each other close for as long as you could. You both didn’t know when the fight would begin, but for this moment you two were together and that’s all that mattered.
“I wish it was plant have to end this way” you mumbled resting your chin on your hand. George leaned back, his wand gripped tightly in his hand.
“I know love. We all do.” He mumbled back. Both of you stayed together for a few hours. Out of nowhere a deep pain struck your mind; a voice echoing as if they were inside your head.
Return Harry Potter
You fell to your knees, the pain lingering making you want to scream. George held his head next to yours, his eyes displayed and confused. Had you all heard it?
You both had the decision to meet the others in the courtyard, a feeling of yield over the fight. Having a limited time until they find Harry themselfs you knew you had to reconcile and replan.
Both of you walked hand in hand through the halls. Stone archways and paintings were broken to pieces, rubble scattered everywhere. You felt like you wanted to sob, to stop and feel all of the emotions flowing through your body but felt numb, unable to act on the feelings. You just sighed and gasped as you and George passed your favorite areas, the smoke still filling rooms from fires and spells.
Arriving at the main courtyard you felt safer, surrounded by all of the students you sat in the room of requirement. The feeling of power in numbers. Nothing broke your heart further than when you looked across the bridge two familiar faces looked back, eyes swollen with tears and clothes bloody from wounds.
“Darling! Y/n! Darling!” Your mother yelled eagerly, her smile unwavering and hands outstretched towards you. The crowd hushed at the sound, surprised at the courage of those who spoke so loudly. Your legs became heavy, unable to move or react. Your eyes widened but your lips tightens together, nothing but anger and frustration running through your veins.
How dare she adress you. How dare she show ties to you.
“Mmmm yes. The daughter of my most faithful new members.” Voldemort purred, his sharp yellowed teeth baring towards you. You didn’t move, your eyes making eye contact with the dark lord sent shivers down your spine. You wondered how easy it was to persuade your parents.
George’s hand tightened in yours, looking between you and Voldemort quickly, his body tense and stoic. It felt as if he was holding you in place, the thought that you’d take a step forward raced across his mind. The idea that you’d be pulled across the invisible line between the sides.
“Darli-“ she started again, her smile faltering slightly. Voldemort’s hand whipped up silencing her quickly. She swallowed awkwardly attempting to not show her fear.
“Let the child decide.” He bellowed, prone in this arms towards you, his followers enveloping into a loud cheers. You made eye contact with your mother once more, deciding that would be the last time you ever would.
“I do not belong with you.” You shouted, your voice shaking slightly. George’s hand shook yours lightly in reassurance, your body and mind feeling like it could take no more.
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grapejuice32 · 11 hours ago
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Could you do Spencer + reader who is away fro work a lot and when she comes home with a few days off and important news to tell Spencer he has to leave before she wakes up because there was a case he had to go work
Make it work
Spencer Reid x reader
Notes: I had a lot of fun with this one! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it!
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When you woke that morning to the lack of Spencer's presence besides you in bed, you tried to push away the tears that stung your eyes. Obviously you knew that if he got the call from work, even on a day off, he would take it, it had always been that way and he was clear about that when the two of you first got together. It's not like today was an incredibly special occasion or anything, but it was one of the only days when you were not working and he had taken the day off of work to spend time with you. Your schedules were constantly clashing, with you being a rising star in the acting world, every opportunity to promote you new film was one you would take which at the moment meant you were currently travelling a lot for interviews, premiers, talk shows etc. You had only just come back to Washington the night before after a month of being away filming something new and you had taken the short 3 day filming break as an opportunity to deliver some important news to Spencer. He didn't know that you had anything to tell him, so you couldn't really fault him, after all, his role at work was vital and you wouldn't be able to forgive yourself if you held him back from work while other people lost their lives because he didn't go and help out. And yet, you couldn't help the tears that lined your eyes, you felt pathetic you knew you could tell him over the phone, but you wanted to tell him in person.
You told yourself that perhaps they would be able to wrap up the case quickly and that he'd be able to make it home before you had to go back to LA. You sniffled and made you way out of bed and to the kitchen, a small smile making an appearance on your lips as you noticed a note in Spencer's scrawly handwriting on the counter besides a now cold cup of coffee he must have left out for you before he went to work. You picked up the note and couldn't help but bite your lip as a wider mile spread on your face at the sweet words.
Hi angel,
I'm so sorry I left but the team needed me on a case and I couldn't say no after I got given the details. I’m so sorry to leave you when we were meant to spend the day together, I hope you're not too upset but I'd understand if you were. Hopefully we can wrap up the case before you have to go and we can spend a bit of time together. I left you a coffee on the side but knowing you, it will probably be cold when you wake up. I love you, I'll try and give you a call later.
~ S
A sigh escaped you're lips, you weren't upset, disheartened perhaps but not upset. How could you be? There had been many occasions when you had be away for work when he got to have his weekend days off, and while it wasn't the same, travelling was a vital part of both your jobs and you were just lucky that the both of you were able to understand it and manage to make your relationship work even with the constant long distance time.
The two of you had been together for a year and a half and the majority of that time was spent apart, his team weren't really aware of you yet and you were okay with that. With the little time that the two of you got to spend together, going home to each other and knowing that you were both just each other's secret was exciting and strangely comforting in a way. Especially for you with so much of your life now being public, to know that you had Spencer, who was only yours never failed to bring a giddy smile to your lips. But he had told you the team knew something was going on with him, and that didn't surprise you with his being in a team of profilers. He'd also mentioned that possibly the main reason they were suspicious was that before you, he had such a lack of days that he took off from work that he was made to take compulsory holidays and after meeting you, he would actually request the days off and would leave the office at a reasonable hour to go home to you, sometimes before the rest of the team would. Even though you loved your and Spencer's relationship being a secret from his work life and your work life, you were also aware of the fact that his team were his family, and you knew that with the news you had to tell him, it wouldn't be long before he told the team about you. The thought of meeting them excited you, you wanted to meet the people that were so important to Spencer and the ones who looked out for him when nobody else did.
You spent the day tidying the apartment, you hated tidying but it was something that needed to be done, the apartment having fallen into Spencer's organised chaos. Your phone wasn't on silent like it usually was as you didn't want to miss is Spencer called, every notification you received you hoped it was a text from him but you were left disappointed. By the time it hit 1am, you had come to terms with him probably being too busy with the case so you sent him goodnight message and let him know you were okay before going to sleep. In the morning, you checked your phone to find a message from him that read 'Sleep well, I love you honey' and that made you feel better. It was clear to you that the case had him very busy, as they always did so you didn't expect to hear from him today either but you left the ringer on your phone on just in case. Not having much motivation to do anything and wanting to use your time off of work properly, you spent the day binging Gossip Girl and ordered Chinese takeout. Eventually you grew tried so, exactly like you had the night before, you sent him a message and went to sleep.
When you woke up, the first thing you did, after checking your phone, was pack your things. It was the last day of your break in filming and you would be catching a flight back to LA later that night as the first shot you had was an early morning shot so you had to be on set at 4.30am for hair and make up. After packing your things, you heard the sound your phone ringing, you were ecstatic to see Spencer's name on the caller ID.
You: Hi, Spence S: Hi, angel. Sorry it took my so long to call. You: Don't worry, you've been busy. I understand, Spence. How's the case going? S: It's...it's really tough, I doubt I'll be back in time to see you before you go back to LA. 'M really sorry, sweetheart.
You: Oh...
S: I'm so sorry, I know we were supposed to spend some time together but the team needed me.
You: I... um, 's fine, I get it, it's your job, it's important.
S: You're important too. 'M sorry, I really am.
You: Don't need to keep apologising, you can't control when people commit crimes.
S: When's your next filming break? Do you know yet?
You: Probably not for another month at least...
S: Oh, well we'll be able to make it through, we've done it before and for longer periods of time.
You: I know, it's just I...I really needed to um, I needed to...
S: Yeah?
You: It doesn't matter.
S: Sounds to me like it matters.
You: No it's whatever, you've got more important things to deal with right now.
S: If it's important to you then it's important to me too.
You: I just needed to tell you something, is all. But I um...yeah.
S: Sweetheart, you know you can tell me anything right?
You: Yeah, I know.
S: Whatever it is, you can tell me, angel.
You: I'm um, it's...well-
S: Fuck, 'm really sorry but I have to go, think we've had a break in the case.
You: Oh, oh yeah, okay.
S: Call me when you land, yeah?
You: Yeah.
S: I love you.
You: ...I-
The line beeped as the call disconnected, meaning he hung up on you before you got to finish what you were saying. You were mumbling though, talking slowly, maybe he couldn't hear you. Yeah, that's what it must have been, you nodded, trying to convince yourself.
You spent the hours leading up to your flight doom scrolling in bed before you had to make your way to the airport. On the flight back, you got lucky and had nobody sat next to you, you spent the time going over you script for tomorrow, not even able to drink to make you feel better. When you landed you shot him a text letting him know you were back in LA, when you arrived at the place you were living at for filming, you shot him another text letting him know you were home safe.
You continued on as normal for the next week, spending your time either filming, learning lines or sleeping with minimal contact from Spencer. He hadn't called you again and the only contact from him would be a short response to the messages you sent before you went to sleep. It was a week and a half since you had come back to LA when you finally got the message from him saying that they'd wrapped up the case and that he was on his way home. You were glad, you responded by telling him to make sure he got some proper rest, knowing how exhausted he would be when he came home from cases, only to stay up doing paperwork.
The following morning, you were woken up by a knock on your door which confused you since you didn't have anywhere to be until your evening filming and you hadn't made any other plans. You begrudgingly got out of bed and flattened your hair down as you made you way to the door. When you opened it, you were shocked to be met with the sight of sender stood there with a bouquet of pink lilies in his hands. You rubbed your eyes tiredly, thinking you must have been imagining it, but you weren't. Before you hugged him, you ushered him inside and then jumped up, wrapping your arms around his neck. The sound of his chuckle as his arms wrapped around your waist instantly bringing you a comfort only he could give you.
"What are you doing here?" You asked in excitement as you let go of him, taking the flowers from his hands and putting them down on your coffee table.
He shrugged, "I wanted to see you." He spoke nonchalantly as he hung his jacket on the coat rack.
"You're crazy." You laughed, letting him follow you as you went to brush your teeth.
"Crazy for wanting to see my girlfriend? I don't think so." He shook his head, leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom with his arms crossed, his eyes locked on yours through the mirror.
After you brushed your teeth, the both of you went to lay in your bed, your head resting on his clothed chest while you spoke quietly to each other.
"Hey, what did you want to tell me?" He suddenly asked in the midst of a conversation.
"Oh, um," you nervously sat up, your legs crossed as you anxiously began to pick at your fingernails.
"Hey, none of that," he tutted as he too sat up, placing his hands on yours to stop you from picking and accidentally hurting yourself.
"I um, I have news..." you softly spoke.
"Okay, good or bad?" He asked, his voice gentle and calm.
"Well that depends, its..." you started, before stopping again afraid to tell him. You glanced up at him, his eyes as patient and understanding as ever. You let out a deep breath before deciding to just get it over with, "I'm um, I'm pregnant."
You were met with silence, you tried to gauge his reaction but the only immediate one you received was shock. After a minute of the silence killing you, you whispered, "Spence?"
To which he only hummed in response. You bit your lip before trying again, "Can you say something...?"
He blinked quickly, as if pulling himself from a trance, "That's great, angel. Really."
"You're not upset?" You frowned, not understanding the way he reacted.
"Of course I'm not, it's wonderful news!" He spoke with a smile now on his face, "Was just shocked is all, I thought we'd been careful. I was trying to get my head around it. ' M sorry if I scared you."
A long exhale of relief escaped you, feeling as though a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. He pulled you in for a hug and neither of you said anything, it felt more real now for you that you'd told him.
"I'm scared," you whispered in his hold, your face hidden in the crook of his neck.
"Me too, but we'll be okay. I'd be worried if we weren't a little scared," He joked, causing you to laugh tearily, he pulled back from you so that he could look dow at your face, "it's going to be okay, really. Means I'll have to finally introduce you to the team and face Derek's teasing but it's worth it and it's exciting."
You nodded, smiling softly up at him, "We're gonna have a baby."
He laughed in what sounded like disbelief, tears now lining his eyes, "Yeah. Yeah, we are."
You were glad you had him, you'd never been with somebody you had understood you as effortlessly as he did. You knew it would be tough, but you would make it work, you always did.
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Please lmk what you guys think, I'd love to hear from you! I'll also be happy to try and write any requests you may have <3
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psychemochanight · 2 days ago
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Honestly, even if I love the new interpretation of Dick as the "angry Robin" that we have these days, sometimes it feels bad that you can't talk about a version of Dick as Robin that isn't like that without getting people saying things like "that's not Dick, he's the angry one, the bloodthirsty one" and... What?
It takes away a lot of depth from the character when people only think of that when talking about Robin!Dick, when, since always, Dick was, quite possibly, one of the best written characters, and one of those that has more nuances to make him a completely human character, not only in the sense of not having superpowers, but of being able to empathize with him.
There are many versions of the story, but the most widely accepted version is that Dick lost his parents at the age of eight, watching them fall because they sabotaged their act, an act Dick probably saw many times, one he knew for sure his parents would never fail... Until it failed, and through no fault of their own.
Dick was a little boy who grew up in a loving family (as far as we know, I still think they were strict, but not necessarily bad parents... We'll talk about the Court of Owls later), and from one second to the next, all of that ended. Even if Bruce was there for him, things obviously weren't the same anymore, they never would be again.
Although many have the idea that Dick escaped from youth center to kill Zucco, in the original stories Dick didn't even know yet about him, at least not that much to know what he really did; but he wanted to escape from juvenile so as not to lose his values, so as not to stop being who he is, who his parents taught him to be.
Even in the lines where he DOES say he wants to kill Zucco, in most cases, when push comes to shove, he wants to prevent Zucco's death. There are some moments where he even confesses that he didn't want Zucco to die, he just wanted justice for his parents.
People now see Dick as the Robin who only saw misfortune and was an absolute menace to society, and while, yes, Dick was an absolute menace, it was only to the villains, who heard a little boy laughing at them before beating the shit out of them. Plus, even as a child he was a master manipulator, both for enemies and allies.
But what about the rest? Robin was supposed to be the light where Batman was the darkness. He was the one who comforted scared civilians when Batman couldn't. He was the sensitivity that Batman cannot afford to show.
Dick Grayson was the one who saved Batman from losing himself in the same darkness that he himself was making his only way of life, and this is something that Alfred has pointed out before. It is thanks to Dick that Batman stopped being the ruthless "hero" he was becoming. Damn, he was the one who softened Alfred's heart in the first place too.
This was the Robin that Superman saw as worthy of carrying the mantle of Nightwing, whom he saw as someone who could represent hope itself.
Bruce didn't start smiling just because of the other Robins like many people now believe, no. Dick was the first to make him smile again, the one who opened the doors for the others.
Dick was always kind and tender-hearted, always joy where there was only devastation.
Even if he was the living nightmare of villains, he was still that cheerful child who wanted to avoid the pain of others. The boy who inspired other heroes, not only because of his skills, but because of his heart.
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Dick is a character who, while he is now more recognized as Nightwing than as Robin (which doesn't bother me at all, because that was always his goal when he became an independent hero), he still has a history that people seem to increasingly forget about and pigeonhole his development into something... Flat.
Were there times when Dick had more anger and pain than any other feeling in him? Yes, absolutely YES. But this stage is mostly in his Discowing years, not of Robin as such (I'm not saying there weren't such moments, but there aren't as many as people describe now), or as some animated series showed (I love these series, even if they turned Dick into a feral child who is unable to smile, lol)
Again. I LOVE Dick's portrayal as a feral child and absolute menace to society (which he was), but I also LOVE when artists, writers, and the entire fandom itself appreciates the different nuances of his personality, from his ability to laugh despite the misfortunes in his life, to his sadness that never ceased to be a part of him, until the moments where he could only feel rage and pain and felt that the world was only darkness, unable to see the colors that emerged from the light he projected by himself.
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Look at him, he's so cute <3
Does anyone care about this yap? No, but I wanted to let out what I've been repeating in my head for days because people on tiktok have me fed up HAHA
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bibibbon · 3 days ago
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Now it's not about one of my wips. So ...I stumble a post here talking how Dabi was this close to became a Nomu, how dabi knows what Nomu are (maybe he is not well versed but it's not out of pocket he would know what is a Nomu) and ...how he may know how afo doesn't give a shit about shig(the last one is just common sense) and it makes me think...
Dabi has so many reasons to hate shig. Shig who gives nomus uncaring and willy nilly and use them as a weapon ...could make dabi think of endy (oooh no one would ever think that, but think this way Toya is a toy/project Endy created and tossed aside...shig does the same with the nomus)
I love them as frenemies....but Dabi has legit reasons to not like Shig...and I dont even think, in shipping sense, a hate sex situation would cut out.
If dabi wasn't suicidal...I think he could steal shig's position, kick him to the curb and...maybe killing the remain nomus as a mercy killing ( the last one is just an idea. Dabi is a villain, but before hori made him "the lil devil" to justify Endy...I think it was possible for him...to do that)
So ...imagine an au where Dabi does that. Shiga lost everything, and Dabi wins bc he is smarter.
This is not motivated by any bashing feelings. I like shig but possum doesn't give a shit to nomus, Kuro or anything else...he is a npc ...so maybe if he had to struggle and pull himself on his feet, without any plot device ...maybe the character could grow.
Hi @mikeellee 👋
It is true that dabi was incredibly close to becoming a nomu, considering that AFO literally retrieved his dying body and put him in one of the controlled hospitals where they kept kids there to turn them into another shigaraki puppet or a nomu.
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From what we get in chapter 350 from Dr garaki, I don't think Dabi fully knew the inner workings of how Nomu's are made but I do think that he knew that Nomu's were once humans that were experimented on. Personally, I believe that the first time Dabi heard about Nomu's was probably rumours from the street of people commenting on how the ruler of the underground has created living puppets.
Dr garaki admits that Dabi by the time he left the hospital knew more than he let on, he knew what the hospital was for, knew what the hospital meant what they were selling to him, what they wanted to make him become and he rejected that. I believe that a part of him rejected that because he wanted to go back, he wanted to prove that touya is indeed alive, he wanted to reach for his family's embrace, to apologise to his mother, to earn validation from his father yet all of that crumbles the minute he sees what enji is doing to shoto. Touya dies, and dabi is born living only through sheer hate and determination for revenge.
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Ultimately, I believe that the moment dabi meets Dr. garaki a second time, he is now fully aware of the origins of the nomu and has completely understood and solved the hospital case. He realises that everything is connected and he hates it.
By extension, he would hate shigaraki or completely dislike him for his ignorance. After a while he would also figure out that shigaraki is just a pawn in the grand scheme of things and I think (due to dabi's already toxic beliefs like victim blaming) he would grow to hate shigaraki even more. However, I do imagine that other emotions would grow something akin to pity as he sees shigaraki trying to break out of the mould just to fully fall into AFO's trap. Maybe dabi grows to hold a tiny ounce of care, trying to indirectly deter shigaraki from doom, but again, that's neither here nor there.
Also, I agree heavily with you that if Dabi wasn't suicidal then he would probably rebel on a larger scale, taking over and becoming a new leader. However, dabi is a man full of hate. That's the only reason he is alive. He is a man out of time, a man who is slowly dying with one goal in mind : revenge.
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da-enasalin · 1 day ago
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Bioware has been getting a lot of flack recently and I just thought I'd share some ideas I've had about it recently.
One thing that has been bothering me about the discussion around Veilguard is that people are criticising it for the past games not having a big enough effect. Bioware has always touted themselves as a games company that has mastered the art of connecting plot lines through multiple games but, while I think it's true for Mass Effect, has never been the case with Dragon age.
Origins was designed to be entirely self contained and that shows.
Dragon Age 2 was made in a tremendous rush and that shows.
Inquisition was made with little care for the past games besides the themes / concepts and that shows.
Veilguard was made as a rushed attempt to refresh a franchise that lost itself near immediately and it shows.
This isn't me saying Dragon Age is overall bad, you would never catch me saying that in a million years, but if you have any love for the franchise you have to admit that the games have never been stable and likely never will be. A huge thing in the Dragon Age fandom is that we just don't know what parts of the lore from Origins are still accurate to what Bioware is considering cannon and I think that's one of the best examples of how Bioware don't really know what they're doing when it comes to making Dragon Age. (I say this with love)
I enjoy exploring Thedas, interacting with the people in it and developing my own ideas from what is shown to me from these games. Thedas itself being so malleable is what first drew me into Dragon Age as it is. Nothing is concrete. No one knows everything. Any piece of information you hear could very easily be false.
People are allowed to interpret Veilguard anyway they want because that's always been what Dragon Age has encouraged us to do.
The one thing that I do think is unfair is when people say that the import choices for Veilguard is what makes it bad compared to previous Dragon Age games. I genuinely can't think of a single point in any Dragon Age game where your choices in previous games has an actual impact to the point that I generally use default world states when playing.
If we want to be criticising Veilguard for being under baked then we should be criticising EA for not letting Bioware do their own thing. I have the art book for Veilguard, I've read through the Joplin section and I really would give anything for that to have been the game we got but it isn't and the fault for that lies with EA forcing Bioware to restart Dragon Age 4 god knows how many times.
Just remember it could have been a live service game. That really would have been the end of Dragon Age. Veilguard isn't nearly as hellish as people make it out to be and I really do think that something like what happened to the general opinion of Dragon Age 2 will happen to Veilguard.
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biblical-chronicles · 3 days ago
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Sober up
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where Liam looks after a tipsy reader at a Christmas party, only for her to accidentally confess her love while he’s helping her sober up.
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Gem’s house was alive with Christmas chaos—laughter ringing out, someone yelling over the music about what song should come next, and glasses clinking in a never-ending loop. You’d lost count of how many drinks you’d had, but it didn’t seem to matter when everyone else was equally far gone.
The evening was a blur of conversations and laughter, and somewhere in the haze, the drinks had caught up to you. It wasn’t until you stumbled slightly on your way back from the kitchen that you realized the room was spinning just a little too much. You gripped the counter for a moment, then straightened up, the thought flashing through your mind: Find Liam.
You weren’t sure why, but in your dizzy, slightly tipsy brain, Liam felt like the solution to everything. Reliable? Maybe not the first word you’d use to describe him, but he was steady in his own weird way. The kind of steady that came with teasing and eye rolls but always with a hand out to catch you if you stumbled.
It took you a minute to locate him. He was in the kitchen, perched on a barstool, pint in hand, holding court with Noel and Bonehead. His voice was unmistakable, cutting through the noise with some remark about how Christmas crackers were a scam because “Who wants a shite paper hat and a plastic comb, anyway?”
You shuffled over, steadying yourself on the back of his chair before leaning into him, your forehead resting against his shoulder.
“Liam,” you mumbled, your voice muffled by the fabric of his parka.
He turned slightly, glancing down at you. “Oi, what’s this? You alright, love?”
“I’m so drunk,” you admitted, gripping his sleeve for dear life.
Noel barked a laugh from the other side of the counter. “And you came to him for help? What, was every other adult in the room busy?”
“Shut it, Noel,” Liam shot back, though he looked more amused than annoyed. He turned his attention back to you, tilting his head to get a better look at your face. “Jesus, look at the state of ya. Who let you near the tequila?”
You groaned dramatically, burying your face further into his shoulder. “Help me.”
Noel leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his face. “You’re asking Liam Gallagher for help. That’s like asking a fox to guard the henhouse, darlin'.”
“Go on, take the piss, Noel,” Liam shot back. “The damsel in distress clearly came to me for a reason you jealous bastard."
Noel rolled his eyes but didn’t bother with a retort. Liam, meanwhile, slipped off his barstool, steadying you with a hand on your back. “Alright, come on, let’s get you some fresh air before you start decoratin’ Gem’s floor.”
He guided you through the crowded living room, his hand firm on your back as you weaved through the throng of people. When someone called out to him, he waved them off with a quick, “Busy here. Got a rescue mission.”
Once outside, the crisp December air hit you like a slap in the face. You wobbled slightly, but Liam steadied you, pulling your coat around your shoulders.
“There,” he said, tugging it snug. “Feel better already, don’t ya?”
You nodded weakly, your grip still firm on his arm. “Me shoes,” you mumbled, glancing down at your bare feet. At some point in the night, you’d ditched them, though you couldn’t remember when.
“Bloody hell,” Liam muttered, crouching down to grab your boots from the porch. “You’re a disaster, you know that?”
He plopped down on the bench and motioned for you to sit beside him. “Right, foot up,” he ordered, tapping his knee.
You complied, giggling as he wrestled one boot onto your foot. “You’re like me fairy godmother,” you teased, your words slightly slurred.
“Yeah, except instead of a magic wand, I’ve got these grimy boots,” he shot back, holding up the other one. “Could’ve at least worn somethin’ decent, but nah, you went for these clunkers.”
“They’re vintage,” you argued, laughing.
“They’re knackered, love.”
Once your boots were on, he leaned back on the bench, shaking his head. “Proper piece of work, you are.”
You turned to him suddenly, throwing your arms around his waist in a tight hug. “Thank you, Liam,” you mumbled against his chest. “You’re the best.”
He stiffened for a moment, clearly caught off guard, before his arms came around you hesitantly. “Alright, alright,” he said gruffly, patting your back. “Don’t get all mushy on me.”
You stayed like that for a moment, your head against his chest as his fingers found their way to your hair, smoothing it down gently.
“You’re a proper handful,” he murmured, though his tone was softer now.
“I know,” you whispered, smiling slightly.
He pulled back just enough to look at you, his hand still resting on your shoulder. “You soberin’ up, or do I need to chuck you in the snow to wake you up proper?”
“I’m okay,” you said, though you didn’t move from your spot. “Just needed some air... and you.”
His expression softened further, his teasing grin giving way to something quieter. “Yeah, well. You’ve got me, don’t ya?”
He reached into his coat pocket, pulling out a bottle of water he’d snagged from the kitchen. “Here,” he said, handing it to you. “Drink this. Can’t have you passin’ out on me.”
You took the bottle gratefully, sipping it as Liam leaned back against the bench, his arm draped lazily across the backrest. The porch light cast a soft glow over the two of you, and for a moment, the world felt quiet and still.
“Thanks, Liam,” you said again, your voice steadier now. “I mean it.”
He shrugged, but his smirk was warm. “What can I say? I’m a proper saint.”
You laughed, feeling a little more like yourself as the fresh air and Liam’s steady presence worked their magic. He still had that teasing smirk on his face, though his arm stayed comfortably slung along the back of the bench, fingers brushing your shoulder.
“You’re a right lightweight, y’know,” he said, eyeing you with mock seriousness. “Couldn’t hack another hour in there, could ya? Party like a rockstar, my arse.”
“Shut up,” you muttered, but there wasn’t any bite to it. You leaned back, your head resting against the bench. “You’re mean to me.”
“I’m mean to everyone,” he shot back, grinning. “Don’t feel special.”
You stuck your tongue out at him, and he chuckled, shaking his head. But just as he opened his mouth to say something else, you suddenly sat bolt upright, panic flashing across your face.
“Oh my God!” you exclaimed, grabbing at his arm.
Liam startled, his pint nearly toppling over. “Bloody hell, what now?”
“The presents!” you gasped, clutching at his sleeve like the world was ending.
He squinted at you, clearly baffled. “Presents? What presents? It’s a party, not Santa’s grotto me little lunatic.”
You shook your head frantically, your words spilling out in a drunken flurry. “No, no, no, you don’t get it. I had a present! And it was all supposed to be perfect. Like, I had this plan, right? I was gonna give you the gift, and then I was gonna—” You cut yourself off, throwing your hands in the air. “Oh God, it’s ruined! Dead ruined!”
Liam blinked, a slow grin spreading across his face as realization dawned. “Hang on a second. You had a plan?”
“Yes!” you wailed, not noticing the way his cheeks were turning a faint shade of red. “I was gonna give you your gift, and then I was gonna—” You stopped again, waving your hands dramatically. “It doesn’t matter now. The moment’s gone!”
He leaned forward, trying and failing to hide his amusement. “What were you gonna do, then? Gimme me present and then, what? Serenade me?”
“No,” you groaned, burying your face in your hands. “I was gonna confess me love, obviously!”
The words tumbled out so fast that you didn’t even realize what you’d said, far too focused on your lamenting. Liam, on the other hand, froze, his eyes going wide as his brain scrambled to process your drunken confession.
You, oblivious, started fumbling in your coat pocket. “I had this whole thing planned. I even wrote it down in a card, see? So it’d be all nice and festive and perfect.”
“Right,” Liam managed, his voice cracking slightly. “Festive. Perfect. Sounds... sounds good.”
You finally pulled a Christmas card from your pocket, holding it out to him with a triumphant smile. “Here it is! Merry Christmas, Liam!”
He stared at the card for a moment before taking it, his fingers brushing against yours. You watched expectantly as he opened it, your head tilted like you hadn’t just dropped the world’s biggest bombshell in front of him.
His eyes scanned the card, and his expression softened as he read your handwriting. It wasn’t just festive and perfect—it was heartfelt, sweet, your words spilled across the page, messy and sincere, detailing everything you loved about him.
By the time he finished, Liam was quiet, his grin replaced by something softer. He folded the card carefully and slipped it into his pocket, looking at you with an intensity that made your tipsy brain do somersaults.
“C’mere,” he said, his voice low, as he pulled you into a tight hug. His arms wrapped around you like he never wanted to let go, and for a moment, you just melted into him, your face buried in his shoulder.
“Thanks,” he murmured against your hair.
You pulled back slightly, looking up at him. “For what?”
“For... everything,” he said, his voice uncharacteristically soft. Then, before you could process his words, he leaned in and kissed you.
The world seemed to tilt for a moment—not from the alcohol, but from the sheer fact that he was kissing you. His lips were warm and insistent, his hands cupping your face like he couldn’t believe you were real.
When you finally broke apart, you were both a little breathless, your foreheads resting together.
“I blew it, didn’t I?” you mumbled, your cheeks heating up as the realization hit you. “The whole plan. The card. I ruined everything.”
Liam chuckled, his thumb brushing against your cheek. “You blew it a bit, yeah,” he teased, his grin returning. “But I dunno... I reckon it worked out alright in the end.”
You groaned, hiding your face in his chest. “I’m such an idiot.”
“Yeah, but you’re my idiot now,” he said, his voice warm and teasing. “So I reckon I can live with it.”
You laughed, your arms tightening around him. The night air was still cold, but with Liam’s arms around you, you felt warmer than you had all evening.
“Come on,” he said, standing up and offering you his hand. “Let’s get back inside before Noel starts wonderin’ if I’ve chucked you in a snowbank.”
You took his hand, letting him pull you to your feet. “He’s gonna give me so much shit, isn’t he?”
“Absolutely,” Liam said, his smirk widening. “But don’t worry, love. I’ll tell him you’re mine now. That’ll shut him up.”
You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t stop smiling as he laced his fingers with yours and led you back inside.
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Figured I’d throw a bit of Christmas sparkle on this one since Noel’s already had his festive story—can’t be leavin’ Liam out in the cold, can we?
hope whoever requested it likes it as well as all you lovely lot !! xx
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aishangotome · 2 days ago
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Azel Radwan: Chapter 1
Chapter 0
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I still don't know what love is.
But someday I want to fall in love and know love.
A passionate love like a blazing rose, a fierce love that remains forever like a story someone spun.
???: I see, I see...
???: How amusing.
(...Who?)
The change came to the recurring dream I always had, on the night it was decided I would travel to a foreign country.
In an immature space, a rose garden where many flowers are tightly closed as buds, an unknown person is reading an unfinished story placed on an oak table.
They had a mystical appearance that didn't seem human.
Hair that shimmered with the light of the giant moon rising in the sky, and strange eyes that seemed to hold the starry sky in their depths.
The sacred and beautiful being, blending into the dream space, scoffs at me as I approach.
Emma: What...is it?
???: I have some unfortunate news for you, who yearns for love and thirsts for knowledge of it.
???: Love is not such a good thing.
???: There are times when it is happier to end your life as an innocent you who knows nothing.
I don't know what words they read from the unfinished book.
But the "something" that is not human directly denies what lies at the root of my heart.
Emma: How can you say that so definitively?
???: Because I am a God.
(...God?)
???: I have seen the "love" of many people. Not stories, but the many raw loves that exist in reality...
???: Many of them are people who think they can do anything with "love" as an excuse.
???: It's a miserable thing, a human being driven mad by love.
???: No matter how rational a person is, once they are mad with love, they can no longer live without it.
???: Like a curse.
Emma: ..............
???: You, the fact that the dream world is wrapped in thorns means you are the daughter of Rhodolite, right?
???: Rhodolite also had it. The story of His Majesty the King who lost his love and fell into becoming a beast.
Emma: ...The love story of the previous Belle and His Majesty the King may indeed have been a tragedy.
Emma: But that doesn't mean that all love ends in tragedy.
???: You are quite right. But it also doesn't mean that all love ends in comedy.
???: Why do you crave love?
At the God's question, words catch in my throat.
There was no particular reason.
There is no particular motive.
It doesn't go beyond pure yearning, and I don't have any deep thoughts on love.
Only when I am told do I realize that my longing has no substance.
???: At the very least, I would like to be excused from such a thing as love.
???: --Because I am a god who does not love people.
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(...Nn...)
Drawn by the gentle sunlight peeking through the window, I opened my eyes to find the familiar ceiling of my room in the city filling my vision.
The immature roses, the God who denied love, all vanished like an illusion.
As soon as I woke up, the memories of the dream crumbled, gradually being repainted with reality.
But there was one fragment of the dream that fell into my heart without disappearing.
("Love is a curse"... huh?)
???: Emma, are you awake?
The door knocker announcing a visitor pushed aside my sleepiness.
(This voice... Rio?)
Emma: Sorry, wait a moment!
???: Ah, it's fine. I'm a gentleman, so I'll wait for you as long as it takes.
(...Wait, I think I heard a voice other than Rio's...)
With a touch of anxiety, I quickly changed clothes, washed my face, and got ready before opening the door.
Standing at the entrance was the dazzling smile of my friend, who had quit being a butler and returned to the city with me.
Rio: Good morning! You look absolutely adorable today too!
Emma: Yes, yes, thank you as always.
Emma: ...What brings you here so early?
Rio: I just came to see you because I wanted to see your face.
Rio: I brought some bread. Would you like to eat together?
Emma: Thank you, I'd love to. Mmm, it smells good...
Rio: It's from your favorite bakery. They have the new divination bread too.
Emma: Divination bread? Sounds interesting!
Clavis: Wait, wait, Emma. There's something more important than bread, isn't there?
A figure forcibly wedging himself between Rio and me snatched the bag of bread.
(So it wasn't a hallucination after all.)
Giving up my self-defense escapism, I faced the prince, this country's number one problem child, with a dubious smile plastered on his face.
Emma: It's been a while, Prince Clavis.
Clavis: I'm glad you jumped into my arms honestly from the start.
Emma: Thank you for your concern. Why are you here?
Clavis: Now, why do you think?
???: Don't be so coy, just say it already.
(Huh...?)
I couldn't help but widen my eyes at the large figure sitting on a wooden box some distance away.
Emma: Prince Luke was here too!?
Luke: Oh. Sorry for barging in so early in the morning.
Rio: I just happened to run into Prince Clavis and Prince Luke a while ago.
Rio: I haven't heard what they're here for either, but...
(I thought it was unusual for Rio to come this early in the morning... Maybe he was worried about me.)
Luke stood up from the wooden box and lightly lifted the paper bag he was holding.
Luke: Let us join your breakfast party too.
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A commoner's house, occupied by two princes and a former butler friend... In this space, oppressive both physically and mentally, it was Clavis who broke the silence first.
Clavis: Emma, you're going to Tanzanite soon, aren't you?
Rio: Ugh...
The freshly baked bread lined up on the small table and the sweets Luke brought as a souvenir lightly bounced as Rio bumped his head against the corner.
Clavis: What's wrong?
Rio: ...I have a seizure every time I hear that.
Rio: To think that I won't be able to see my angel, goddess, and fairy, Emma, for a while...
Luke: You're so dramatic.
(The first time I told Rio, he looked like he was about to combust, so this is much better.)
*flashback*
Rio: --Emma is going... to Tanzanite...?
Emma: Rio, are you okay!? You just slammed your head into the bookshelf...
Rio: I'm okay... But, why...?
Emma: The owner told me a lot about foreign countries, and I was especially interested in the God in Tanzanite who can perform divination with 100% accuracy.
Emma: If Gods really exist in reality, I thought I'd like to meet one.
Emma: Besides, you know, Tanzanite is famous for tourism, right?
Emma: It's a desert, but I thought it would be a good place for my first trip.
*back to present*
(I felt bad for almost making Rio faint...)
(But I've been excited every day since it was decided I was going to Tanzanite.)
Luke: It's surprising you're not going with her.
Rio: The owner asked me to look after the shop while he's away.
Rio: Of course, I want to go with her!? What if something happens to Emma while I'm not there...?
Rio: But if me staying here will allow Emma to travel with peace of mind, then I... I...
Clavis: Haha, if that's the case, don't worry.
Clavis tore off a piece of bread he was holding, brought it to his mouth, savored it deliciously, and swallowed.
Clavis: We'll be Emma's bodyguards in your place.
Rio: Eh, really? That's great, then I can relax--
Rio: --That's not how it works, is it!? Wait, what do you mean?
(What does he mean!?)
I almost dropped my divination bread and hurriedly caught it.
Clavis: Exactly what I said.
Luke: We're going to Tanzanite too.
Luke, who had stuffed a whole honey-covered pastry into his large mouth, sighed as he licked his fingers.
Luke: I don't want to go because it's a pain, but Chevalier ordered me to go on a diplomatic mission.
(To Tanzanite at this time...)
*flashback*
Akatsuki: Things have been dangerous everywhere lately.
Emma: Could it be... because of the Triple Alliance?
Akatsuki: Yeah. For now, there are no overt moves from any country. But it feels like the calm before the storm.
*back to present*
(...I'm an outsider now, so it's probably best not to pry too deeply.)
Clavis: It's close to your departure date. So, wouldn't you want to go with us?
Clavis: We're planning to use the sea route via Benitoite, and if you board the country's passenger ship, it's practically free.
Clavis: I can see you crying with joy. Ah, I know even without you saying it.
Clavis: Such good fortune to be able to go to a foreign land with your beloved Clavis--
Rio: Objection!
Rio, springing to his feet in the small room, pointed a finger at Clavis.
Rio: They say there's nothing scarier than something free, so what's your objective?
(As expected of Rio, that's what I wanted to know too.)
Clavis took a sip of the tea I had prepared as if to pause for a breath...
And what appeared on his slightly moistened lips was a meaningful and fearless smile.
Clavis: What do you think?
Luke: Don't be so suggestive. There's no deep reason.
Clavis: Luke, read the room.
Luke: You should.
Luke: This guy issued a notice to all officials to report any interesting information regarding Emma to him immediately.
Emma: So you knew about my trip to Tanzanite because...
Luke: The official who issued your departure permit ratted you out.
Emma: Isn't that an abuse of power!?
Clavis: What are you talking about? It's his job.
Luke: This guy was jumping for joy when he learned about your first trip, saying "Delightful."
Luke: He volunteered to go to Tanzanite himself, and I was stuck with babysitting Nokto.
Luke: He said, "I have to give Emma at least one sane person because she's pitiful."
(Thank you, Nokto!)
Luke: But, if you really can't stand it, I'll take responsibility and bury Clavis in the woods.
Clavis: There's no need to worry about that. Emma must be trembling with joy, right?
Luke: ...You should get your eyes checked by a doctor before you leave the country.
Rio: ...I'm worried. I'm very worried.
(I should probably consult with the owner since I'm not traveling alone... )
(But it's reassuring to have someone I know in an unfamiliar place, not just Clavis but Luke too.)
Lost in thought and worry, I furrowed my brow and tore the divination bread I was holding in half.
Emma: Ah.
(Something came out from inside.)
It was a small figurine made of pottery.
It was modeled after a horned horse, standing gallantly on the palm of my hand.
Rio: As expected of Emma! That's a jackpot.
Clavis: Oh ho... Indeed, the unicorn is currently considered the "symbol of good luck" across the continent.
Emma: Is that so?
Clavis: Yes. It's a good sign, you should keep it as a charm.
Clavis: After all, the unicorn has a special meaning in the desert country...?
(I don't really associate unicorns with deserts...)
Emma: If that's the case, it seems like it will bring good luck.
Luke: You've been a good girl. Lots of good things will happen to you even without a unicorn.
I gently wrapped the unicorn in my hand with my fingers.
The unexpected good fortune seemed to be pushing me forward, confirming that my current honest feelings were "right."
Clavis: So, Emma, will you go with us...?
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The gateway to Tanzanite, the land of divination and illusions enveloped in desert, was a bustling port town like Benitoite, thriving with merchants.
Emma: This is Tanzanite...!
(I had heard it was a desert, so I thought there would be more sandstorms raging...)
There was no hint of desert in the lively town.
However, the attire of the animals and people passing through the town was clearly different from that of Rhodolite and Benitoite, and coupled with the scent of spices wafting through the air, it made me feel like I was standing in a foreign land.
(I've really come a long way.)
Akatsuki: Our destination is far. It's too early to be frolicking around.
The owner, carrying luggage for his business trip, lined up next to me.
I was also carrying a bag full of books, but it was nothing compared to the owner's.
Emma: Should I carry some more of your luggage?
Akatsuki: No need. I usually carry it all by myself.
(It looks like there are easily 100 books, and he carries them all by himself...)
Clavis: Even though we offered to help, Akatsuki is quite serious, isn't he?
Luke: Emma, I can also carry some for you.
Clavis and Luke, who were on the same ship, were lightly dressed in contrast to us.
Emma: Thank you. But this is my first purchasing trip, so I want to carry my luggage myself.
Emma: Selling books in a foreign land, buying new ones...
Emma: I'm really looking forward to seeing how much the contents of my bag will change between the outbound and return trips.
Luke: You're really lively.
Clavis: Akatsuki has a good assistant.
Clavis: By the way, where are you two going now?
Akatsuki: Someone is coming to pick us up.
Emma: ...Pick us up?
Where the owner unnaturally shifted his gaze, an eye-catching beauty was standing.
(Wow...)
She was a tall, bewitching woman dressed in extravagant ornaments, no less impressive than the owner in his vibrantly colored ruby red attire.
Next to her was a gentle-looking man with glasses, who, upon noticing us, broke into a smile and approached.
Man with glasses: We've been waiting for you, Akatsuki. And...
Emma: I'm Emma. I've come as the owner's assistant.
Basil: Ah, I heard about you in the letter. Nice to meet you, please call me Basil.
Basil: And this flamboyant woman here is Kamal.
Kamal: ............
Kamal smiled seductively and showed me the words "Nice to meet you" from a bundle of papers she took out of her pocket.
Basil: As you can see, Kamal can't speak, so please communicate with her through writing.
(I see...)
Emma: Understood. It's a pleasure to meet you both.
Clavis: ...Hmm.
Beside us, as we exchanged greetings amicably, Clavis rested his chin on his hand.
Clavis: You are servants of the Living God, are you not?
(...Eh?)
Basil: Impressive! How did you know?
Clavis: Well, you have the proof of faith, don't you?
Clavis pointed to his own chest with his finger.
Both Basil and Kamal had their cloak clasps in that spot.
(...Looking closely, there's a unicorn on the clasp.)
(Is this the "proof of faith"?)
Clavis: I once heard that those close to God wear unicorn ornaments.
Clavis: Also, a few years ago, I heard a story about the book merchant that Prince Azel employs.
Clavis: I had a hunch, but it seems Akatsuki's client is a big shot.
Emma: Client... You mean God?
Akatsuki: Whether it's God or royalty, a customer is a customer. Nothing more, nothing less.
(He didn't tell me that!?)
The owner, who didn't change his expression at all, might be a more amazing person than I thought.
Basil: We will always serve as guides for Akatsuki.
Basil: Prince Clavis and Prince Luke, please go that way. The court envoy is waiting for you.
Clavis: Haha, as expected of your discerning eye, to know not only about me but also about the newcomer Luke.
Clavis: Rhodolite shouldn't have sent a prior notice about who was coming, so it must be a prophecy from the Living God, right?
(...!)
Basil: That's right! Prince Azel is truly an amazing person! Can I talk about this? Is the atmosphere okay? It's okay, right?
(He suddenly started talking fast...?)
Kamal mercilessly smacked Basil on the head as he pushed up his glasses and made them shine, a complete change from his calm demeanor.
Then she took out another stack of papers and showed the word "Let's go."
(...That sounded like his skull cracked, is he okay?)
Luke: Well, we'll say goodbye here for now.
Clavis: I'll come to see you myself before Emma starts crying from loneliness, okay?
Emma: I don't think I'll cry from loneliness, but let's meet again.
(With this flow... we're going straight to God's place, right?)
(Oh no, I'm getting nervous.)
(I wonder what the real God is like.)
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Azel: Thank you for making the trip to such a remote place.
Emma: Ah!
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Chapter 2
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al-hekima-madara-blog · 1 day ago
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What if we rewrite Madara as a hero?
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We know in Naruto, most villains aren't born this way, they are often the product of their environment and also the consequence of solitude when dealing with hardships.
Kakashi was on the verge of falling in the dark side but was saved by Hiruzen. Oroshimaru was an orphan of war that developed a nihilist vision of life and absence of moral in his scientific approach. Pain is the consequence of forever war in the Rain village, the lost of his family and his friend. Gaara the absence of love, Sasuke also became briefly mean due to his hate for Itachi and later his hate for the village.
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Alright so how can we rewrite Madara in order that he doesn't fall for the dark path, while keeping most elements of his life :
If you have read my serie Yin/ Yang part 1 and part 2 you know that Naruto as the MC is strongly a Yang shinobi. Naruto's mind never change. he's always the same exuberant, strong-will and stubborn character. His challenge during the whole manga is to become physically stronger. He started as doing poorly in ninjutsu, learnt by himself shadow clone technique, rasengan, to control Kyubi, to work as a friend with kyubi.
If Madara was the main character in a series centred during the warring state era, he would have Yin-type of challenge to face. His power is through dream, vision, imagination. In other world the main goal of Madara should have been to develop a power capable of changing people's heart rather than change people into becoming evil cf Obito or forcing people living inside a illusion. It's so real that Madara stated himself when he was young.
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In other words what he's saying : how can we trust others? how can we be sincere and be friend with former enemies?
Have you noticed that most Yin shinobi (with Obito being the exception) don't struggle to become powerful physically. Their strength grow steadily with training and discipline. Itachi, Sasuke, or Madara, They excel at school, smart and learn techniques with time and creativity. They're downfall is... their mental instability (*Tobirama entering the chat*). The problem isn't how to get stronger but how to keep a sane mindset in order to use this power for good.
1/ Face your fear
The main obstacle for Madara achieving this is to confront his fears. He is scared of trusting people behind him and this phobia is manifested by his susanoo with two faces and four arms. It can be understand in many way, the back is the most vulnerable part of the body. It would be interesting to know if in his early childhood he has been betrayed in his back which has caused this phobia. He also doesn't trust future generation, he doesn't think they can come with better idea than him. This is a feeling that he shared with Indra : Him, alone can solve the world's problems. Obito for instance was supposed to follow a path already thought through by Madara. He despised so much others than even when he gives his plan to Obito he needs to do it in his name. That's an extreme side of egoism. "Only me can achieve this dream and I'm gonna divide myself in other me (Obito, Black Zetsu) to finish the job."
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So obviously to glow up as a hero he needs to confront his fear, having children and students
2/ Accept failure & learn resilience
One of the hardest part for Madara was accepting death. I personally don't think Izuna was the only people he lost in his life, but Izuna is certainly the straw that broke the camel's back. His brother was special because he was the last one and a promise he made to himself to keep him alive. The main reason of Madara's spiralling in despair was the absence of any support (Izuna was mostly holding this role)
to rewrite we might need to invent a new character that can be this new emotional support during this moment. When Naruto is about to fall Hinata is the one bring him back. I'm thinking about a moment in Jujutsu Kaisen, the MC Yuji has lost many people he cared in a short amount of time and he's in the verge to fall apart until Todo gave him the blablajustu of his life and it works!
So this brand new character can be a friend from his clan who still trust him or a girlfriend/spouse even his mother! In my opinion a woman will perfectly do the job. Because women force men to channel their ambition into something realistic : Yes you want to conquer the world but can you pay the bills? Can you feed your child? Can you protect me? Can you built our house? Are you seriously gonna blow up Konoha and abandon your family? Also intimacy with a woman is generally the rare moment where a man fall the mask of the tough guy. It's socially more acceptable for a woman to show vulnerability but generally frown upon for men. So yeah relationship with the opposite gender is important to give them the security to express their vulnerable side. And Madara is known for his gigantic ego, I think he deserves to have in this rewriting a partner that let him fall the armour and just be himself, just be a man. Who knows, in his private garden maybe Madara is a poet and read romcom?
To illustrate the importance of women I remember Mikoto revealing to Sasuke that his father is actually his secret biggest fan.
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Anyway it needs to be someone with a strong emotional wisdom able to tell him : "yes you lost Izuna and you're experiencing your biggest failure. But you can't give up now because it means all those people you loved has sacrifice their life for nothing. I believe in you, you can surpass this challenge and keep going to honour your people."
3/Don't leave Konoha... or partially but come back stronger
Ok I know weird coming from me who never defend Konoha. But if Madara is written as the hero he can't completely abandon the village.
Also contrary to other character like Sasuke : Madara is one of the founder! He's not a 12 years old and an orphan. At this period he was between 25 to 30 years old (Izuna died at 24 for reference), unpopular sure but still a well-known, experienced shinobi and powerful head of clan. He had way more leverage to influence the village than Sasuke. The village wasn't yet the strong institution and the children killer machine it would become later on. He might leave it for a while in order to improve his skills. but he has to come back to confront...Tobirama. Leaving was literally giving free hands to the Senju to build Konoha with this generational paranoia mindset toward the Uchihas. If someone should have use all his Yin power to change relationship between Senju and Uchiha it should have been Madara but he run away from his duty. Yes Tobirama is Hashirama's brother AND Izuna's murderer. But how many orphans and widows Madara himself did he create? All shinobis including Hashirama has blood on their hands. It's hard, but as a hero he has to find a way to solve this conflict.
The infinite Tsukuyomi is escapism. Reality is too hard so better live in a dream. Madara said he can see the shadow taking over the village well that is his role as someone understanding well the Yin side of chakra to prevent it. Hashirama doesn't listen to you? find an other way inside the village! And this moment was illustrated by Onoki's flashback the previous tsuchikage about not giving up his will in front of challenge. It also applied to Madara's mindset toward Hashirama. At some moment Madara became resentful rather than finding a different perspective to change the village's mindset.
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Izuna's death is also the opportunity for being accountable of his own failure. Why is he misunderstood by his clansmen? Why is he hated by those in the village that he wanted to protect? If anyone has read the manga Viking, the season 2 covered something similar. the hero was first introduce has a fierce warrior motivated by vengeance, in season 2 he lost his goal and became the shadow of who he was but during this introspection he confronts his demons and came back with a new vision of the world. Why not introduce a new villain that can be confronted only by someone with a mastery of Yin release (in order to put Hashirama on the side and bring the Spotlight on Madara's power). Like the challenge that Pain was for Naruto. This new villain may force Madara to unlocked his power at a higher level. So this character must be someone mastering also Yin release. Similar to Naruto when he met Killer Bee that control Hashibi at a higher level. Since Madara is a dojutsu expert, I think of a Huyga villain for that role. Byakugan is the other greatest Dojutsu if we put aside Rinnegan. Byakugan vs Sharingan can be an insanely good fight!
4/ to put it in a nutshell
Madara has to stop being pee-shy for character's improvement
Find a partner so he won't feel alone and go crazy even in his darkest moments
having children and students could have been a good way to trust the new generation. I'm sure he would hate first having students like Kakashi in the beginning but later being the best teacher ( just look how he was the only one to see Obito's potential and made him someone even stronger than Itachi in short among of time. Being able to control Kyubi at 16 years old is incredible)
He should learn patience : yes it may take time to be valued in Konoha and as a Yin Shinobi it's his role to confront Tobirama and his bullshits.
Unlocked insane Yin release, become konoha's hero like Naruto after Pain.
Clarify the rumour that he stole his brother's eyes, just tell the truth: he gave it to you. Period. If someone ~Tobirama to not name him, disagrees he has to come fight him in the battlefield.
He could have then become the 2nd Hokage
If truly relationship has been pacify between Senju and Uchiha after a generation Konoha would have been so powerful that probably the shinobi world would have been unified with Konoha has the main power.
The World is now safer under Madara's hegemony. Black zetsu can't have any influence because he has no more weakness to exploit, Kaguya won't be awaken and the Otsutsuki won't look for her she's still sealed inside the moon and no need for Boruto to exist.
⋆꙳•❅‧₊⋆☃︎‧❆₊⋆The End.⋆꙳•❅‧₊⋆☃︎‧❆₊⋆
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blueepink07 · 12 hours ago
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My interpretation of Diana's character
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(spoilers for chapter 1 and fte!!)
I find it interesting how many people believed that Diana is the mastermind, when the prologue released, and still believe that she is hiding something, especially since we see the events from Damon's perspective. And for me it's really odd, because I feel like Diana doesn't act with other ill-mannered intentions in mind, but out of consideration for others. So much so that I think that she has become a people pleaser. 
Starting with her animal motif, the chameleon, everyone knows it for its ability to change its appearance as a form of protection, in order to survive. Many people tied the chameleon with her ultimate talent, because as the ultimate cosmetologist she can change others and her appearance with make-up. But I think it goes further than this. Her personality is rather unpredictable. Of course, she is usually bubbly, and very talkative, however, it seems she cares a lot about what others think of her. 
At the end of chapter 1, after the trial, the conversation she has with Eva, highlights some interesting details about her character as a whole. She wanted to make both Wolfgang and Eva happy. However, these two had contrasting beliefs, two sides of the same coin. She was forced to choose between two different points of views… But she wasn't able to. So she tried to support both of them, the best she could.
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In the end, this choice led Eva to not trust Diana's kindness at all, because she knew Diana was never fully on her side. She would still agree to what Wolfgang said, which implied going against her. What comes next is more concerning, however. And I’m not talking about the fact that Diana might become the antagonist in the future chapter, but strictly about what it will become of her character. To throw away your sense of self so easily and to state that you will live to fulfill somebody else's wish, that she will change to become more like Wolfgang and continue on his footsteps…
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And then, I've completed her two fte's and realised that her decision to continue Wolfgang's legacy makes sense. Damon, in the second fte, asks her why she never told anything about herself, but insisted for him to open up more. From Damon's perspective, of course he finds her behavior suspicious, because considering the context and the fact that they are in a killing game, Diana is at advantage, not sharing information about herself.
So I've decided to look again at Diana's first fte and this part was truly interesting. 
She asks if Damon wants her to become his follower. The report card summarizes the conversation by stating that Diana asked Damon what he wanted her to be.
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Considering all these aspects, I have reached the conclusion that Diana doesn't really have a "sense of self". She is always seen changing the way she behaves in order to please the person she has a conversation with or is seen asking how she can improve in order to meet the expectations. The reason why she even went to the boiler room was also because she didn't want to disappoint Wolfgang. Diana's always thinking about how others perceive her, so much so that, with time, it seems she has lost her sense of self.
That’s why, the moment when Damon wants Diana to talk about herself, she is restless. Diana has no idea what to say. The only thing we learn about her is the fact that her family is nice and supportive and she never had to worry about money. But she didn't continue on with the conversation, because she felt like she was bragging.
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Moreover, she always seems to see the good in people, but is harsher on herself.
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Despite Eva being the culprit, Diana considers that it is solely her fault for not saving both her and Wolfgang. Even after the way Eva treated her, she can't see her as a bad person. Diana acknowledges that nothing will ever be the same, but is still standing strong, wishing that her actions will give hope to others. She hasn't just  covered the wound that she received from Wolfgang, but, indirectly, also her trauma and her negative thoughts about herself by stating that she will change, in order for others to not suffer anymore. 
Maybe I'm just biased, but I can't see Diana having any bad intentions. She is just a 17 year old, who experienced something very traumatic, and is trying her best to help the people around her by putting her own needs aside, changing the way she behaves so the others can feel comfortable around her. 
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mahou-furbies · 2 days ago
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First impressions on Champignon Witch
This manga isn't really magical girls, but there is a witch in it (duh) and no way I'm not gonna talk about it. I saw this in a compilation of anime that's coming out in 2025 and from the promo art alone I knew this was going to be my manga (from the mushroom witch hat with ornate decorations), and so far it has lived up to expectations.
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The story is set in a fairytale style world, where the black witch Luna lives in her little mushroom house in a forest with her magic familiars, and makes various powerful medicine out of poisonous mushrooms. People fear and hate her because she emits poison, and even the few merchants who will do business with her and treat her in a friendly way wear protective items around her and will scrub clean everything she has touched after she leaves. Luna continues to create medicine for the townspeople though, because she has few other ways to feel connected to other people outside seeing everyone all happy about the anonymous source's cures, even if she knows that nobody would want them if they knew they came from the poison witch. Also unbeknownst to the normies the poison she radiates is actually beneficial, because she involuntarily sucks up this vague evil bad vibe energy around her, and turns it into a more manageable form.
The first volume or so is spent following Luna's life, and it isn't until later when she finds the turbo poisoned boy Lis, somewhat cures him and takes him as an apprentice that the main story actually starts. The council of the black witches wants to kill him, because it is speculated that his poisoning will eventually take over and he'll cause large scale ruination, and only allow a limited time for Luna to teach him to manage his own poison.
I like how the whole series has a rather somber tone, which mostly comes from the characters wanting and failing to be close to one another, and trying to make peace with having to give up on someone. Like Luna has lost several of her black witch friends to witch hunt executions. The story also has a difficult relationship with love, since love is "poisonous" to black witches and messes up their magic, and also Luna has to live in isolation anyway. But it doesn't seem like this is a "love conquers all" kind of romance, because it has a side character give a speech on how it's condescending of outsiders to think that life without love is somehow incomplete.
I really like Luna, aside from the lovely character design she also has sweet quiet personality and it's easy to root for her to get through her self esteem troubles. I also like that she is already an experienced witch at the start and not a newbie who is baffled by everything. I'd say my biggest complaint about the story is that lately it has been a lot more about characters other than Luna, I wish she'd come back to the spotlight soon!
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Since Luna's character design is what drew me to this in the first place, I was extremely happy that she wears a lot of memorable "medieval fantasy" type outfits. Quite many of them in fact, she has a new one almost every chapter! And sometimes multiple in the same chapter! And you know how I often like to draw collections of animu outfits with the character standing there in a neutral pose, here the author has done my job for me because almost every chapter ends with a good reference image full body pics of the major characters' new clothes! Even the ones that only appear once on a cover! It's like this was made for me.
Finally it should be mentioned that eventually Lis falls in love with Luna; it's somewhat complicated how old he is because he keeps getting aged down by magic so he is chronologically older than how he looks (and so is Luna for that matter, this is a "magic people stop aging" kinda series), but if that's a dealbreaker to you then maybe steer clear.
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Hi bb!!!! Hau?? I had a question and couldn't nap because of it and I actually forgot what I wanted to ask so now I have more questions so I can remember the og one :))))))))
•I keep annoying you with mingri moments but I realized that since they're now public and you mentioned that people are criticizing them for being too "close" (they're literally dating smh) have mingri ever acted up on stage on PURPOSE to annoy these "fans"?
•are there any junior idols that have a crish on hima, and if so have they ever publicly announced it?
•when hima dresses up by herself does she prefer skirts and dresses or pants and tops?
•what are some hima outfits that made mingi fold(ik that boy is down badddd🤭🤭)
•what were hima's lines in iomt(i wanna do smth)
This isn't question but a rant,so I basically make these kpop "poster edits(?)" and I used to do them back then, and I recently (today) got back to doing them and I wanted to show you(cause you're my unofficial bestie 😗)
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•The wonyoung one sucks, if you know Japanese no you dont😜😜😜cause I have no idea what anything means except for the text that I translated myself
•the giselle one is my 2nd favorite(the wonyoung being my least) I honestly had a lot of fun doing this one cause I haven't made them in a while and this was the first one i did after a long time
•the hanni one is my absolute favorite. I find that I'm usually really attracted to orange/red designs and my god was it a pain in the butt, my phone was crashing every two second cause there was so many elements but atleast I got it done hehe
(I was gonna make a mingri one but I had no idea which concept photos I should use if you have any idea please tell me bb🙏🙏)
mwahh bb ilysm please take care and don't forget to rest and stay warm!! 💓💓
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Hi Mina!! I'm actually doing great, thank you 😘You can ask as many questions as you want until you remember the og one don't worry!! (Answers might just be a little slow since I have a few more I need to answer from other anons)
• They usually ignore 'fans' commenting about their physical closeness, but there was one concert where they noticed a banner asking for them to stop kissing on stage as it made the attendee jealous so Mingi pulled his girlfriend over, pointing to the piece of cardboard. After practically doubling over in laughter, the vocalist hooked a finger under his chain and pulled him down - leaving a long lasting kiss on his lips which he rapidly got lost in, only pulling away once Hongjoong tapped him on the shoulder to remind him that his part was coming up
• A few juniors announced their crush on Hima;
Jaehyun from BOYNEXTDOOR accidentally exposed his crush on her through a live stream where he was watching a video of her singing 'Addict' from her LXST project and blurted out 'Himari sunbaenim is so pretty'. ONEDOOR caught on to this easily and he eventually admitted that she's been his bias since debut and is actually his ideal type. Since K'OZ Entertainment has reached out to her several time they have met in person before, and the very first time he saw her walk through the doors he could barely even utter out a proper greeting. When I tell you that boy is down bad for his senior...half of the streams for her 'Addict' music video were probably just from him, most of the comments on fan accounts are probably just from his secret account, at this point he probably runs a fan page (the blurred polaroid on the back of his phone is one that they took together when she visited the company building). Aside from his little crush, he's also learning a lot from her - he's sat in on producing sessions with Zico, had the opportunity to ask her questions and even worked on a sample with her to develop his own 'voice'
Ricky from ZEROBASEONE did not even try to hide his crush on his senior as he openly gushed about her beauty in real life when she guided him back to his group during the 2023 MCountdown, stating that from that moment on she became his ideal type. He actually has a keychain of her Aniteez on his bag at all times
Sunghoon from ENHYPEN admitted that he was slightly jealous during her stage with Heeseung at the 2024 Gayo Daejeon - Swan Lake Reimagined - because he's had a small crush on her for quite some time now. They're only a year apart in age but he still finds her very intimidating to approach due to the amount of achievements tied to her, something she quickly noticed and made the first move to introduce herself at an award show where both groups were present. Sunghoon didn't realize that he'd been holding her hand (that he was supposed to be shaking) and Mingyu (who was in a situationship with her at the time) practically death stared him
Junhyeok from TNX was having a hard time with his solo performance during 'Road to Kingdom: Ace of Ace' (a cover of Drowning by Woodz) and asked for Himari's help, which she gladly provided. He already greatly admired her as an artist but having the opportunity to spend some time with her, he could understand why people were so disappointed when it was announced that she was in a relationship. Obviously he fell for her beauty at first but then quickly fell for her raw voice as well when she showed him how the track was supposed to be sung
Other Idols Include; Eric from The Boyz (from Kingdom : Legendary War), Dino from Seventeen (briefly), Keeho from P1Harmony (when they first met) & Hwiyoung from SF9 (also from Kingdom : Legendary War)
A/N; Himari was down bad for predebut Jongho...like she had the fattest crush on him it wasn't even funny
• Hima loves wearing zip-up sweaters along with skirts! She'll usually wear tank tops under them so she can let one of the sleeves fall off her shoulder. Unlike her dark and powerful on-stage outfits, she loves putting bows in her hair, wearing leg warmers with bows and wearing lighter colors (though she's kind of picky and mainly wears light pink, grey, white, black and any shade of brown light enough). She also likes wearing tight/cropped tops with sweatpants or jean cargo pants and cropped sweaters when she doesn't feel like dressing up
• The Milan Fashion Week afterparty dress definitely made him go insane - yes it was an incredibly intricate and beautiful dress but the way it hugged her curves made him realize that he was going to have to try really hard not to drag her into the bathroom. Any bodycon dress has him on his knees, even just dresses that just hug her waist tightly enough that there are no more curves to imagine
Her 'Addict' outfit! The European tour dates are going to be extremely hard for him since not only was this the music video outfit, but it's also the one she's going to wear on stage. This man almost fainted when she came posed in the water for those photos, he was clenching the armrests of his chair so hard that there's still a dent in them to this day
Anytime she comes into his lives wearing either combination; one of his sweater without pants underneath or a crop top and loose sleep shorts (bonus points if those shorts are actually his boxers)
• I'm not the greatest when it comes to these types of line distributions but here's what I managed to come up with! (she's got approximately 18.55 secs without counting the background/supporting vocals);
(0:56); "난 시작부터 main course (course), 썰어 먹지, diamond cut (cut it)" Starting from the Main course. Slice and eat that Diamond cut/
(1:30); "저기 저 철새 말이 많네" Little bird over there has a lot to say
(1:49); "아, 차 하면 구름 위 끝이 없는 부름이. 감사하지 준비 다이아 미소 flirting" When I shout “Ah Cha”, it’s a never-ending call above the clouds. Be thankful, I’m ready with a diamond smile, flirting
(1:54); [Backing up Mingi's vocals]
(1:56); "씹어 먹어버려 바로 Yeah like this" Chew it up right away, Yeah like this
(2:17); "관심 없어, love call, 씹어버려, keep 'em shut" Not Interested in a Love call. Chew ‘em up and Keep ‘em shut
(2:42); [Harmonizing with the background vocals]
• I honestly love all of them but the Giselle one has to be my favorite by far! I love everything about this design, especially the way your editing really highlights the concept 🤭I have to admit though the Wonyoung one is a very close second because it makes me think about older Japanese magazine covers! (If I had to pick one for Hima I'd say Yeji's 'Born to Be' concept photos, especially the ones with the hood...this woman is so beautiful omg). These are so cool though! I always love when people make things like this because it takes the pictures to a whole new level!
Mwaahhh I love you too sweet! 😘 The snow is melting now so it's getting warmer (finally!) but I'm still huddled in my coat don't worry! Take care of yourself and I hope you're enjoying your break from uni 🩷🩷
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epickiya722 · 3 days ago
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I love the teaser image we got for the Culling Games Arc for season 3. I know, I know! It's just a teaser image but I saw it and immediately felt so much meaning behind it. So I'm gonna ramble here, you don't have to read this. I just had thoughts that's been plaguing me for days now.
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First, I want to point out that the scene is actually from 138 is added here at the bottom.
It was actually a scene I was looking forward to for the end of season 2. However, they cut it out and skipped right to Yuji clapping to bait the Curses. I was a little disappointed, I won't lie, but I got over it really quickly in two seconds since I figured that transferring it to maybe the beginning of season 3 would be better.
Wouldn't be the first time MAPPA moved a scene (the first half of episode 6 of the second season actually takes place BEFORE the Pre-Hidden Inventory arc in the manga but it still works in the storyline the way it's done in the anime).
Anyways, what I find important about that scene is Yuji being at the point of solidifying himself into a role of a cog and isolating himself from the others. He feels he's a danger to be around, especially to Megumi who he knows at this point Sukuna has plans for.
He says that he's killed too many people, referring to the Shibuya Incident. As we know, Yuji didn't kill all those people. Sukuna is the one responsible. However, Yuji harbors that guilt, feeling he's at fault for a situation he couldn't control.
Visually, the poster gives that. At least, to me. Yuji is alone in the poster, reflecting his self-chosen isolation. He looks defeated here, giving up on himself. It how he feels. Yuji chooses to keep pushing forward, going on to exterminate curses. However, Yuji gives up his connections to the others as well as his former self.
I love that the center piece has Yuji in his (nearly) all-black hoodie outfit. It's a darker version of his usual school uniform which is brighter. He's in mourning of his old self.
This is evident with the colors.
Five colors I think of when it comes to JJK is black, white, purple, red and blue.
The two colors I'm focusing on here are red and black.
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『Colors I picked from the poster.』
As I mentioned, Yuji wears a darker version of his school uniform. It's still a hoodie with loose pants, his usual style but black and with just hints of red, the most coming from his signature red shoes.
When you think of black, maybe one of the first things you think of is death. It's the usual color one would wear to a funeral to mourn someone.
Again, back with the mourning here. While I think Yuji is in mourning of his old self, I also believe he mourns the lives lost in Shibuya. Nanami, Nobara (presumably died), the Hasaba Twins and everyone else who had been caught in the crossfire. Deaths he feel guilt over, as mentioned before.
Another meaning for black is misfortune. Yuji thinks of himself that way. A misfortune brought onto others and that's why he chooses isolation.
Oddly enough, Megumi, who Yuji is trying to protect, is also associated the color black. His technique is shadows, his hair is black and part of his family name, "guro (黒)" translates to black.
Taking in account of his first name, Megumi, that means "blessing" and the irony of it, the misfortune meaning of black aligns here.
Now, with the red!
We know it's Yuji's signature color. His hair is pink, a color born between red and white. He wears a red hoodie and a pair of shoes.
Red is often given to the main character of a series because usually they are the big good and it plays into the "red is heroic" trope. And Yuji is definitely heroic. Red also reflects that character as the energetic type. Again, Yuji is that. However, the choice of red for the poster and just with him in general does have its negative meanings.
Let's think about what Gojo's power move, Red does. It repels and like his Blue and Hollow Purple, it's destructive.
Yuji here is doing just that. He's destructive and is also is trying to repel others. The irony though is like Gojo's Blue, he attracts people and even curses.
Let's go for other meanings, specifically negative, for red and how they relate.
Red is also the color typically used to alert for potential danger. Yuji, again, sees himself as a danger to people. As Sukuna's vessel solidifies that feeling. Yet, even before the Shibuya Incident, Yuji while not a violent person and has a sunshine personality, he isn't really gentle all the time. We see even in a flashback (shown later in the story) Yuji will take down bullies with just a punch. With Yuji's fights, we see he goes all out in them. "Hold back" isn't a phrase he doesn't seem too familiar with.
There's the love meaning. I know, love is usually seen as romantic when it comes to red, but red is an universal color and there are different kinds of love. Yuji is someone who holds love in his heart for people. Because of that love, he tends to put himself last, sacrificing his own well-being to protect the people he cares about. He holds love for humanity and sometimes that love leads to him being angry, another meaning for red.
Yuji may not express his rage all the time, but he does have his moments that show he is quick to anger. We see in comedic moments, but that rage of his is also seen in more serious moments. A lot of it being in his fights he has. Unlike other people, Yuji doesn't really express joy when he fights. He has a face of displeasure.
Again, he isn't a violent person, but he will fight.
With fighting, comes with blood. What color is blood? Red, right, right.
And Yuji feels that he has blood on his hands.
So there's that!
The one piece of the image I'm still trying to figure out is the hand on Yuji's chest. I'm not too sure of what's going on here, but I do think it's important.
It reminds me of when Sukuna heals Megumi, which is an action that Yuji does recall in his talk with Choso.
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The similarity here could just mean nothing, but maybe it does?
Again, this part I am unsure about, like I can't think of a complete thought of it, but! If I were to say something about it I would say maybe this hand is doing opposite of what Sukuna does. Maybe whoever's hand this is may be harming Yuji.
But it could also be doing the same thing. "Healing" him, which I'm a little more leaning towards thinking about it. I say this because of what the poster is teasing for. The Culling Games.
Long story short, the CG was for sorcerers to strengthen themselves for the ultimate plan Kenjaku had in mind. Yuji is one of the players and throughout it, as he has been, he gets stronger.
With healing you strengthen. Given Kenjaku is responsible for the CG and Yuji (if you know, you know... it's a lot) I wouldn't be surprised if the hand here is meant to be Kenjaku's.
Yuji is could be seen as slumped over here a d the hand is holding him up. Which could also mean that the hand could be seen as Choso's. Why? Choso is one of the characters that stick by Yuji's side. He's his big brother and he does influence Yuji's character in some ways, including his growing strength.
Rewinding back to red -> blood. Choso had the Blood Manipulation technique and it's fitting for him because he is someone who holds high value for family, especially for his brothers (Yuji being his youngest). So with that, I also see the hand as being Choso's.
Overall, it's a teaser image, but I love it. I'm not saying that everything I said here is a definite or whatever. Just my interpretation of it and some thoughts I wrote for fun.
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fortheloveoflatinum · 17 hours ago
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All this and more evidence to boot:
When one of the Birds of Prey without shielding turns into an ancient Klingon sailing barge, no one stops to question what universe it's from; all they know is that it's from the past and definitely not space-worthy, as they note that all lives are lost. More on this in a bit.
The way I see the appearance of Discovery's Klingons is not a retcon or an AU-ing of Disco; it's a nod to Discovery, and the fact that it took place in Lower Deck's past. Because it isn't just possibilities across the multiverse they need to contend with; it's all possibilities along their own timeline and the recent past and near future timelines of the surrounding universes.
Why? - Because we know something vital from Discovery, that the universes move away from one another. That they drift, which is why Georgiou had such trouble keeping her atoms together when they went to the future - she physically either needed to return to the past or her universe of origin to survive, so the Guardian had to return her to an earlier time.
Meaning that: Any universe where the Klingons were still using ancient sailing barges... Probably would have drifted away by now, and the crew of the Cerritos were seeing a possibility not from another universe but rather from their own in-universe past.
So, the Disco!Klingon-transformation was either from a universe very closely aligned to the Prime Universe where all the events in ST:Disco happened or happened slightly differently; or - they were transformed into an in-universe past-version of themselves.
Which hardly makes Discovery non-canonical; merely non-contemporaneous. HUGE difference.
I had so many thoughts when I saw all the "DISCO is No Longer Canon" posts but I didn't gather them until just now when I saw your post, @lizardsfromspace - I felt so strongly about Discovery (favorite modern Trek, second-favorite all-time Trek, after DS9) - and for people to think that a few-second animation provides confirmation for their hatred of all things Discovery, just didn't sit right with me.
The Claim: they've erased Discovery from canon. It's not longer canon! CONFIRMED! They announced Star Trek Discovery was WIPED from canon, even though it has one ongoing spin-off, has a spin-off movie set to debut, another spin-off series filming, and has been referenced extensively in every other modern Star Trek show, and the producers and writers of it are still in charge of modern Star Trek, they definitely made it non-canon just to appease internet people who are mad at if for reasons that are definitely not just racism and misogyny
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The Article: not linked in this tweet! Odd! Why would you not want to link your source?
The Evidence: Lower Decks featured a cameo by the alternate Klingon makeup
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This brief cameo PROVES Discovery is in an alternate universe.
Which wouldn't make it non-canon. After all the Kelvin timeline movies are set in an alternate universe, and they're unambiguously canon to mainline Trek.
On a Watsonian level, they could've become a Disco Klingon from another universe while they still exist in the main one. Or maybe in another universe that's what that Klingon looks like. It's canon that Klingons have multiple appearances due to the virus from Enterprise's final season, so why not?
But confirmed! The show they definitely didn't just hate for having a woman of color as its star is no longer canon because of a brief Easter egg in a cartoon! Multiple sites are reporting this!
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Discovery is no longer canon! Thanks, one second long joke, for giving shouty man nerds a chance to Make Trek Great Again
One fun aspect of this is that you can tell the first article I capped was written by someone not really familiar with the show himself who was just copying this other article; because the earlier one - linked & paraphrased frequently in the article the alcoholic film screamer shared - says the show was retooled after season two, and the quote-filled article mangles this as "the show was sent to the future for the last two seasons". Which isn't true - they spend three seasons in the future, not two. The rabid internet nerds aren't even watching the shows they're quaking with rage about, they're just copying from each other. "Why don't these networks not care about pleasing people who provably don't watch their shows? HIRE NON-FANS PLAGIARIZING OTHER NON-FANS!!!!"
The wild part is, these pieces present it as if the only flaw in Discovery is that they changed the Klingon's makeup design. This alone is enough to exile it from canon. You may think "wait, but the show already addressed it, first by having them grow hair in season 2 of Disco & explaining why they hadn't, and then by restoring the original makeup in SNW", and they have an explanation: SNW is still canon bc it's not canon to Disco, the show it references many times, because it's actually about a slightly different Enterprise in an alternate timeline, since establishing two parallel Enterprises that are 90% the same but in different universes, and never directly stating this except via buried clues in a different spinoff, makes a lot more sense than saying a popular TV show you don't personally like exists
It's funny how they harp on about how the Klingons look and ignore other changes. SNW has turned the Gorn from an allegory - seeming aggressors who turn out to be the ones who were invaded, and whose Captain is clearly set up as an analogue for Kirk - into pure evil slaving xenomorph knock-offs who not only have zero depth or meaning, but who are proudly Just Evil. Seems like a much more important change than the Klingons having somewhat different heads, but I've seen basically none of that crowd comment on the Gorn except to say they're Totally Badass Now, while they're still so enraged by a change in Klingon makeup design that happened seven years ago & that was retconned five years ago & abandoned fully since over a year ago they're writing long articles analyzing how a throwaway gag in a cartoon is a secret sign a show they dislike for totally not racist reasons is non-canon. After years of speculation that Kurtzman was secretly fired, they've now just evolved into full on Trekanon. Incredible
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