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gotranting · 5 months ago

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The push - Remus Lupin x female reader

I want to keep my stories on one blog. This is the same story as from my main tumblr, in case you come across it again.

The idea is...imagine Remus witnessing that your patronus has changed its form.

I'm missing older Remus stories, and I need to scroll way down to find them. Tumblr refreshes every so often and brings me to the first post. So I had enough and wrote a few things. Once again, maybe someone will like it...enjoy if you do <3. I plan on making a part two (one day...), and we'll see how that goes.

There are no warnings, except a larger age gap.

Imagine Remus seeing that your patronus has changed its shape. You were surprised as well. Whatever has been going on between you two was never given a name other than friendship. A denial of feelings is what I would call it.

For Remus it was also a feeling of not being enough for you. Of being too old for you. What could he possibly give you, he thought. Living from one paycheck to another? Never knowing where you will live next month? Having to suffer all sorts of slurs and insults once people found out he was the creature you chose as your partner? You had a life in front of you. He would not let you waste it.

And yourself? Apparently you were both presuming how the other would react without even asking for the other's opinion. There was a different pattern of thought in your mind, Of course you would not allow him to settle for you. Remus could do better than that. What could you possibly offer him? See, you believed that all your conversations were on surface level (they were not). You thought that once he would try to get to know you on a deeper level...he would find nothing there (Sirius teased him over how enamoured he looked every time you spoke). You did not see much worth in yourself at all. Oh, yes you hid that well. But, if you saw no worth in yourself, how could you possibly believe anyone else would find any. Remus would have spent hours proving you wrong if he knew. Just as you would spend hours proving him wrong.

There was another problem. To be with him would require of you to open up. And that thought alone frightened you. Yes, you two might have spent hours talking about everything. Or nothing sometimes. So, it is strange that it suddenly became something to fear. But perhaps for many it is not strange at all. Anyhow. If you suffered with such thoughts, why would you put Remus through all of that as well? He deserved someone better for himself.

Strange how similar you both were in that regard.

Well, apparently denial of feelings is how it would be between the two. Without a push, nothing would happen except longing gazes, and too long embraces when one came back safe from a mission. Or throwing oneself in front of the other to defend them against a dozen of dementors. It was the strongest patronus you ever casted. A bear that tore down every dementor which tried to get to Remus. Some got to you. Not many. But at least, Remus was safe.

As for that push - Well it just so happened, there was no need for long waiting. It's strange how fate works yes? I wish Umbridge had nothing to do to contribute to this, but sadly she did in a way. After coming to Hogwarts, she did a marvelous job at teaching the students absolutely nothing. With Voldemort returning, the students were vulnerable if there was no one to teach them how to properly defend themselves. Harry, Ron and Hermione had a brilliant idea. Dumbledore's army. Not everyone believed the Ministry's lies. Soon there was quite a few students joining the initiative.

All in all they planned it quite well. But it was always good to get a second opinion. So, when Harry came to the Grimmauld place, it only felt right to ask the three residents of the house for assistance. Sirius was there constantly. He didn't need any convincing. Spending time with Harry, breaking some school rules, aiding in fighting Voldemort...and getting to call Umbridge a cunt as much as he liked. ...He would have done so regardless. But still.

Remus was there at the insistence of Sirius. The last few months have been difficult after his previous colleagues found out what he was. He defended himself when a hex came his way before he left that shop. See, even with witnessing that, he still thought of himself as a monster. After Sirius found out, he would have it no other way than Remus staying with him. And if the previous coworker somehow got too ill from eating one of Fred and George's experiments well...the twins left their things around constantly. It was an honest accident.

The girl? Well, she had a home of her own. Small place. Hidden. Cozy and simple. Sirius insisted here as well. She didn't know why exactly. And she couldn't be at Grimmauld all the time. But she did stop by as often as she could. After finding out about the hexing, it was more than other members of the Order. Good thing that Sirius handled it (it was an accident I swear), or she would have used something far more darker.

With Harry's arrival it was the four of them in the house. Planning which spells would be the most useful ones to teach. Considering they had cleaned the attic, it was as good a place as any to let Harry practice those spells with their supervision. That way he could get a better feeling on what should he pay attention to.

Spell by spell. Expelliarmus. Reducto. Stupefy. Expecto patronum. The push.

„I think that is a break for me. Anyone wants some tea?“ Sirius asked after an hour of dueling. James would be so proud of Harry. Remus was leaning back on one of the tables observing it all. Your dog was begging for food so you kept to the sidelines as well.

„I'm going back in three days. There is no time for breaks. I cannot let them down.“ Harry on the other hand was not backing down. He would not let anyone be unprepared. He would not let anyone lose a friend in front of their eyes. He needed to practice more.

„Harry, you will not be able to teach them anything if you fall unconscious from exhaustion.“

„Then I need to practice more, to endure as much as I can. The death eaters won't stop because I am tired. Voldemort will kill someone else while I am catching my breath!“

The others could only look at each other. One way or another, he would continue. With or without them. So it was decided, that while Sirius went to get tea, they'd practice something other than dueling. It was your time to step to the centre of the room. You agreed that you would cast the patronus. You would make random mistakes, which Harry would have to notice and correct properly. Remus would give him advice in case he missed something.

Considering she did well when casting a full bodied patronus, she didn't think there would be anything unexpected. First try, she moved her hand in a slightly different direction, which Harry noticed quickly. Second time, she didn't cast a powerful enough memory. Harry gave her some ideas. He would do well, they knew it. Third time, she decided to allow for some wisps to flow from the wand. Still not strong enough. Even here, Harry would give words of encouragement. She thought she saw Remus softly smiling in the corner of her eyes. She thought of that. The last time she saw him like that. It was after the Full Moon. Despite Wolfsbane, she found him pale in bed, wrapped up in blankets. With tea on his bedside table, she put a vinyl on. He mentioned he was fond of Cohen. He was a favourite of his mum's. A muggle store had that vinyl. She didn't have to think twice.

He mentioned that vinyl around six months ago.

If he had more strength in him, he'd get up and carry her with him to his bed in that moment. Nothing sexual. Just to hug her closer. To kiss her on the forehead. To nudge his nose to hers, until she gazed at him with that look. A look which left him thinking that it did not matter at all to her that he was a werewolf. Or 17 years older than her. Poor. Broken. At that moment he would know there was more to him. He'd nudge her nose once again until she blushed. Then he would press his lips to hers. And she would brush the hair away from his forehead. No, they would not let each other go. If only he had more strength. And courage.

She thought of him at that moment. At how she still managed to make him laugh to tears, even after that Full Moon. At how they both hummed to the songs. At what could be. The wisps got stronger this time. She saw the outlines of paws, only they were smaller this time. Strange. The whole bear seemed to be a bit smaller than it usually was. Remus's smile faltered, as he noticed what creature was forming in the room. The realisation was slowly dawning on her as well. It was not the bear she has come to expect, it was a wolf. She could lie to herself only so many times, but here was the proof. Right in front of him. A wolf making a circle around Harry. Coming to greet her dog. Harry was busy looking at the beautiful creature to notice two figures standing frozen in the room.

And sure, he hoped that it was him this wolf represented. She would not stop lying to herself, but she still hoped he understood now. What did each of them see though? He saw her carefree look fading. He saw her standing rigid in the centre. Was she ashamed? Angry? What if the wolf was not connected to him at all? He didn't want to meddle in her love life. If only to hide the jealousy of which he had no right to feel. What if there was someone with whom she felt as comfortable as she had with him the night that vinyl played. He had no right to wish it was him alone who would get to see her like that.

She saw him straightening up. She saw his smile fade. The clenched jaw. He was angry. A girl, barely out of Hogwarts fell in love with him. Just what he needed.

Sirius came up with tea. She was quick to apologize, saying all the practice made her a bit dizzy. Remus still stood next to the table. After a moment he excused himself as well. One could sense something went wrong.

„I suppose no one is in the mood for tea anymore. What happened here?“

„I'm not sure. The patronus appeared and right after they both left.“

A push needed to happen. However, that push can move events in any direction. Sirius had no idea what had transpired in that room. But he would do his best to find out.

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mrmeowski · 6 months ago

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˚✦𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥'𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐥✦˚

Synopsis: You are a well-known vampire hunter throughout your little village. Bravely slaughtering bloodsuckers left and right without breaking a sweat. An anonymous letter summoned your attention and mentioned that there was a castle deep within the forest where legends of an ancient vampire lived. You went into the woods since you're a furious hunter. Expecting a brief hunt, you instead encounter a lone individual who has succumbed to a mortal creature like yourself and has no intention of leaving you alone.

CW: Suggestive, dry humping

Pairing/s: Diavolo x GN.Reader

Word Count: 4.3k

You've heard stories about this man from townspeople and friends, but no one knew where his castle was until a letter addressed to you arrived. Nobody has seen him, but everyone fears him. Who won't be? Most people will be horrified by the idea of a fanged beast hungry for human blood. Not you, though. You hunt these filthy creatures for a living; you're the town's only beaming hope, and you won't back down from the individual's request, and you won't return to the warmth of your bed until you've reassured the townspeople that they don't need to be weary whenever they step outside the safety of their homes, especially at night.

According to legend and the anonymous informant, the creature was well-versed in knowledge and possessed enough power to devastate humanity. He endured many centuries and wars, and he was dreaded by everyone, including his fellow vampires. Someone said that he is the Blood Prince.

You took a deep breath and strolled into the intertwined woods. The moonlight cannot pierce the huge trees that shadow your route, yet you decide to go through anyhow. When darkness falls, the bloodsuckers are at their most active and, unfortunately, powerful. It could have been a mistake, but the chances of meeting him are greater in this case. As soon as you entered the woodland, you sensed a minor disruption in the aura, similar to that of a vampire. You may not have magic, instead, you have the ability to sense the presence of supernatural energy which is helpful in situations like this.

The forest was enormous, with an abundance of woodland creatures of various sizes and hues. As you continue your journey, you can't help but feel prying eyes burning holes in the back of your head. Shadows move in your peripheral vision. It was unsettling. The look was strong. The woodland had been eaten by something supernatural, and you couldn't pinpoint its exact origin. It was upsetting you so much that it caused the hair on the back of your neck to stand up like no other experience had before.

Finally, after what felt like hours of simply wandering through the forest, you realized the stories were true; a glimpse of a castle towered beyond the woods. You stared in awe. Never in your life of chasing bloodsuckers have you seen an actual castle. You merely resided in a small town and traveled around in semi-large villages. It was surreal to see it in person; you had only seen it in textbooks, and even then the images were not clear. When you recovered from your initial shock, you entered the gates, which seemed to welcome you considering the inhabitant had left them wide open.

The enormous castle had been swallowed up by the lush green flora, and it felt lonesome. Even when you were in front of the oak doors, you began to doubt that anyone was inside, but your Insight told you otherwise. You couldn't help but admire the exquisite wooden carvings on the exterior of the door before pushing it open, creaking loudly. The sound echoed through the old structure's lonely, frigid hallways. You began by taking slow steps while attempting to see through the thick blackness.

The candles were not lit, and everything was covered with a thick layer of dust that you could practically sneeze. It may appear deserted and abandoned, but vampires are drawn to these locations because they believe no one will ever return to live there again. You were worried that there might be more than one person residing in this location and could overpower you. That concept scares you but you bare no mind to it.

You continued your search for the aforementioned man in this deserted castle when you approached a large area resembling a ballroom where major parties and other royal events take place. You couldn't help but ponder about the location and its history. What was this place like before it fell into ruin? Why was it left in ruins in the first place? There are numerous secrets surrounding this location, and your intense curiosity is devouring you on the inside.

"Don't you find it impolite when intruders break into your domain, [Name]?" A thunderous voice boomed through the vacated space, making you flinch and look about in a split second. Empty, just you—wait, how did he have your name? "The town detests and fears me, yet someone among their own blood still dares venture into my abode? They are either foolish or bold. Even the most highly skilled hunters cringed each time they heard my name." Unbeknownst to you, he hid in the shadows, examining your bewildered face as your eyes wandered around. "I'm pleased that you're a bit of both, perhaps that's why you captivated me." A low chuckle left his lips.

Captivate him... what does he mean by that? However, this was not the time to listen to whatever words the miserable monster said. Each passing second is crucial.

"Show oneself, bloodsucker!" You snarled at the cowardly monster, clutching the enchanted blade you'd always used to repel his kind.

Your knuckles had turned white from your tight grip and anxiety. He can't help but crack a grin as he observes things unfold. A miserable little human who believes he can be defeated with an enchanted lump of metal, just like all the other vampires you've faced in the past.

"Please do not refer to me by such unpleasant nicknames; it hurts me when you do. Call me... Diavolo, please." With that stated, a looming shadow emerged before your eyes, shaping and shifting into the image of a man. Even though it was pitch black, his intense golden eyes cut through the darkness. "I've heard countless whispers about you, [Name]. You have quite the image, you know? My kin both resents and dreads you, my dear! You ought to consider that as a compliment..." He walked forward, and your body instinctively stepped back, as if your hands were unable to do anything along with your body that had planned on going into flight mode. "In fact... I've been watching—for some time lately. Whenever you think you're alone, I was somewhere... in the corners." As you backed away, you hit a table, leading you to look back.

Before you realized it, a hand grabbed your chin and compelled you to gaze upon him.

"What's exactly your point in this, Diavolo?" Your tone was full of anger, and you particularly spit the words directly into his face, making his chest clench.

He expected such a reaction, but it still pained him.

"My point?" He repeated the query, as if surprised that you hadn't caught on. "Isn't it somewhat evident my dear..?~ Think about it... why would I, a century-old being, care to track you out and then not dare raise a finger upon you?" He hummed, tipping his head to the side.

"Uhm... 'cause you're bored—"

"Now, now—do not mislead yourself with such fantasies!" Gritting your teeth, you sought to puncture his chest with our near contact, but he stopped grasping both of your wrists with one hand. He continued talking as if you didn't just attempt for his life, "You see my mere mortal friend, it appears that I've developed an interest in your captivating nature! I could not determine precisely why, but even if I did, I'd rather keep it a secret. Mysterious is part of my attraction~" He winked at you, and you shuddered in disgust.

"If this is your way of luring me into letting down my guard, I will not fall for it!" You rolled your eyes in front of the alleged vampire, who was reputed to be the strongest creature to ever grace the face of the earth.

He was unable to help but sigh in disappointment at your insistence.

"Have I not advised you not to believe things that are false?" Despite the dim lighting, you could make out a tan-skinned figure with rich ruby locks, a cloak that was black as midnight with glistening golden eyes, and features etched with an inscrutable frown.

Although he had a solid grip on your hands, you could still move your legs. All you bother about at the moment is eradicating him for good, and you use all of your willpower to exploit the weakness of every male living creature. With a single kick, you knocked the man to the ground, his hands moving down to his throbbing groin. Groaning and snarling, you used the chance to strike him in the head with the blade in your hand.

Like a flash, he pounced and had already pinned you to the ground, hands up on your head. Unfortunately, your legs were now pulled down by his shin, prohibiting you from using the same method. Your gaze shifted to the roof of the room before returning to his snake-like eyes, where you noticed he was wearing a shit-eating grin. It felt almost surreal way he looked down on you.

"You believe this deplorable thing could destroy me regardless of whether I allow you? Some of my more fragile brethren won't, yet I will. Thus, why don't you cease making an attempt for my life and rather... engage in an innocent conversation with me? I assure you, so long you avoid wielding that lump of steel you consider to be a dagger, then I shall not harm a hair on you. Unless you're into that~" Your eyes widen as you realize what he's referring to, and you can't help but curse right in his face.

"You disgusting pervert! I'll shred you apart as many times as I desire until—" Before you were able to finish your sentence, the man smothered your mouth, his coarse skin pressing over your tender ones.

"Or perhaps you aren't... hmph, we'll figure out shortly enough what you're akin to~ Albeit as I stated, all that I desire is a simple connection about anything! You see, my beloved [Name]... I've felt rather empty for generations and nothing was unwise enough to stop by my lovely residence for sooo many years." He leaned closer, his chilly breath breezing across your cheek as he inhaled your perfume.

He brushed his face into yours, letting out a deep purr. You can't help but ruin his mood by punching him, and while it hurts, seeing the disgusted expression on his face was pretty pleasurable until his grip tightened to the point that you thought he'd break your bones.

"You... Why won't you comply...? You understand... I could simply rip out your throat, consume your blood, and flaunt your lifeless body in your small village..." He frowned at you, then his eyes jerked abruptly. There is no malice behind it, I promise...~" He bent near your ear as he spoke, "Will not you contemplate about it?~ Come on, my beloved [Name]." His head moved downward to the curve of your neck, where he sank himself completely.

You can't move because you're too astonished by the tremors of the low grumbles he constantly creates. Your breathing came to a halt as the old being lay on top of you, his free hand steadily and slowly moving over your tiny mortal body. You wanted to rip away his face... you wanted him dead. This was not how you anticipated it to go; everything was going wrong for you.

The man moaned into your ear as he slowly ground his groin against yours. Unaware that he was already marking you with his scent. It was the only reason he was so near and constantly rubbing himself along your shivering form. It is a means for his brethren not to put a finger on you because you are his, commonly used to mark their prey, however this time it's different.

'I'm not a monster... I cannot even harm a bug," you seem to distrust his statements. His voice had dropped an octave, and you were able to hear hints of... lust? "I just want a mere companion... Will you satisfy my desires? Will you be my long-awaited partner for the night, or better still... forever? His lips pressed on the most tender regions of your neck, and his sharp fangs trailed dangerously across your flesh, sending goosebumps along your spine.

"Do you regard me as a fool!?" You were able to spew out, and you attempted to pry him off of you, but his weight was far too hefty for you, and the strain he was exerting on you was almost excruciating.

He breathed heavily, and you felt his chilly breath on your shoulders, which made you tremble to your core. You suddenly felt neither his weight nor his ground crushing against you. Before you could move, he yanked you to your toes by the rim of your blouse. You had to keep yourself balanced when he let go of it. That was the sole image you saw of him before he vanished like a shadow, blending among his fellow darkness.

"I anticipated you to decline..." His voice was tinged with displeasure whilst he complained, "How bothersome; why are you unable to accept it?" Almost quickly, you rushed to get your dagger, only to discover it wasn't where you assumed it was; he must have stolen it when he vanished. The doors began to shut around you, and you immediately understood what he had in mind, so you chose to try for the window, but a wall of thorned vines blocked you from getting closer. "I'm sorry, [Name] but I can't let you go. Not at this point, at least."

Boiling with anger, you roared with rage, "Why not!?" A few seconds passed but no answer.

You merely grumbled in frustration, hitting a fallen chair to release all of your wrath.

Following an extended period of hanging around in solitude, thinking of a strategy to escape or murder the man without using your valuables. Magic was the first thing that came to mind, but you weren't born with it... You haven't even attempted casting simple spells. Although others who were not awarded such a gift can nonetheless become powerful sorceresses, few can even outperform those who were blessed in the first place—your good childhood friend, Solomon, is one such example. Now that you think about it, you wonder where he went off to. You and Simeon are deeply concerned about him and his current situation.

You learned to avoid looking back on happy recollections of your companions since they would make you cry. Thinking you'd never see them again, along with your brother and the friendly townspeople. Instead, you sought the deepest recesses of your mind for spells that you and the white-haired individual may have experimented with when you were younger. Unfortunately, none arrived...

With witchcraft crossed off, you suspected that the vampire had failed to seal off an exit. Then you swiftly counter with the assumption that if there was an escape route, he was most likely monitoring you from the darkness and would soon block that as well. He might have put that on purpose to play with you. Wretched creatures...

Then the man in question appeared before your eyes, a void-like gas that quickly solidified and transformed into the shape of a man.

There he stood, the excuse for a vampire, with his arms crossed and a sigh, saying, "I have a proposal for you..." His demeanor was flat, mirroring the same expression on his face.

"And that is..?" You had already given up at this point, your mind fatigued following the amount of thinking you had done before he showed.

"As you might have suspected, I'm aware of the circumstances in your hometown and... your brother. Luke is it?" Your expression darkened as he described the state of your loved ones. "I have knowledge about how to come up with a treatment for the sickness that hinders your kind, along with assisting you mortals to live longer lives—but of course, both come with a price." Your expression changed into mild disdain at the way this creature would toy with numerous lives of others simply to get what he wanted, yet what did you anticipate of his kind?

However, something crosses your worried mind: "What if what he says is true?" or possibly a hideous deception to get you to consent to his horrifying conditions, which you know would result in your death. You know this man only wants your blood, but he is also a harbinger of wisdom.

"Is there any evidence to support your words? This illness has befallen us for generations and nobody has come up with an explanation for its origins. How may you potentially have a solution for it?" He chuckled at your assertion, and you wrinkled your brow; does he think this was humorous?

He bent down with a smirk as he talked to you, almost sarcastically, "I have lived for many centuries, I possess numerous volumes of the past. I'm accustomed to immense knowledge..." It seemed like each word caused the structure to shake, and his golden eyes glazed over at your terrified figure. "I harness such power to bring mankind down on its knees." There was a knot in your throat that was difficult to swallow, his very presence allowed you not to get back up, and every part of you felt weak to the bones.

You were silent. Very silent. As motionless as a statue. More thoughts crossed your bewildered mind. If his statements are true, the illness that has plagued your home and your friend's community will be eradicated. But it was solely an if. He was patiently waiting and anticipating your response.

"...What if I decline, what might you do then?" You were intrigued by what would occur if you turned down his offer.

Will he set you free? But that possibility is very unlikely to happen. He will either kill you immediately or confine you to this abandoned castle. Turn you into his human meal until he has sucked every ounce of life out of you.

He hummed and rested his chin on a palm as if contemplating it.

He started out, "I suppose if you then..." He sighed extensively, practically solemnly as he went on, "I'll allow you to be free without a scratch although I have no intention of returning any of your possessions. I happen to have an inkling that you are going to assault me~ Oh, and don't consider that I'll stop watching you." You could not help but grimace at the way he spoke.

"So what I'm understanding is... you are willing to let me leave?" It was difficult to trust what he had just said. "Lies, it was all lies," you reassured yourself before adding, "You're willing.. to spare me?" Your skepticism causes him to smirk.

"Did I stutter? Of course, you could return again if you'd like~ The contract is still up. Thus, what will be your definitive answer, my dear little [Name]?" Your eye twitched as he belittled you, but you let it go as you carefully considered your options and repercussions.

Since he stated that you can return at any time, you would depart for the time being and hope that he maintains his word. There was still a possibility that he would let you see the front door before executing or torturing you.

"I... decline, for now. I'll contemplate it upon my return. I need to empty my thoughts of everything." The smirk he had during his sentence faded into an unimpressive scowl.

"If that will be your final response, I will comply with your desire... Let me accompany you out." He offered a hand, but you refused to accept it, he grumbled, hardening his frown and instead straightening his clothes. He walked passed you, and with a flick of his fingers, the doors sprang open. "Follow me, my lovely." You rolled your eyes and reluctantly followed him.

The walk to the main entrance was punctuated by uneasy quiet. Your surroundings were known, therefore he was not leading you astray. Shockingly, he was escorting you out. You were still unsure about the situation since you knew he could literally backstab you. He was playing with your emotions and hope. He will lead you to the door and then yank your freedom away, trapping you with him or, better yet, ripping you to pieces. If you had to choose between the two, you would much rather go with the latter.

"If you are okay with it, I'll be accompanying you throughout the forest. A gorgeous human such as yourself shouldn't be alone in a creepy ancient labyrinth of woods." His piercing voice interrupted your train of thought and made you look at him.

He had an expression that appeared sincere, but who knows? He has plenty of time to practice such things.

"..." You merely nodded, glancing aside, so you didn't catch the little twitch of his lips when you switched your gaze to another.

He can simply transport you to the far reaches of the woods—you weren't aware of it, and you don't need to. He used this to pass the time he had left with you. A question stays in his mind: why did he find you so fascinating? To answer his own inquiry, he senses something deep within you.

There was something deep within you that remained dormant; it felt powerful, but there was a barrier carved into your spirit that prevented you from using it. He had once sensed the power from a family that had decimated entire vampire populations. A supernatural force that helped imprison and tie the Nightbringer in a powerful seal. That same family was chased by the Nightbringer's followers, and exhausted from the power they utilized to seal the followers' lord, they succumbed to his kin.

He sometimes recalls the day when the family's mother made a deal with him. He will keep their humble castle and all of its secrets secure and hidden from all thirsty sorceresses and his own kin whilst he gains full access to it. They were decent folks, and it was tragic about what took place for them. But he never heard of one of them escaping their fate... perhaps he was wrong.

When you return to town, some people crowd you, namely your grandfather and Simeon, wondering how things went and how you're doing. It was like a stab in the heart when you informed them of the dreadful report, but don't worry, you'll be back more stronger and prepared. Then, as you entered your home and witnessed the state of your brother, you broke down completely.

Luke might not have been your biological brother—another child whom the old man adopted as his own, like yourself—but it seemed like he was your blood. Watching him in this situation, weak and immobile, was more heartbreaking than failing to slay that despicable demon.

Even in the luxury of your own bed, you can't help but wonder about Diavolo's offer and whether his words are sincere or a malicious lie intended to seduce you. He is a vampire, for heaven's sake. A living thing that harms humans in order to survive—even if he did not touch a hair on you, he had surely injured someone else. As you sink into a dreamless slumber, you are left wondering if the man in question is watching you from the shadows, as he had previously stated.

A couple of days have gone by following your previous interaction with the bloodsucker, and you have decided to accept his offer. Whatever will be will come after. Taking a deep breath, you say goodbye to the people you've grown to care for and love, who you might never meet again. You thought that after the cure was complete, you'd be able to go back to your normal life, far away from the vicious tyrant.

You've only taken a couple of steps in the same woodland, deep enough to be concealed from anyone's eyes, to observe something that they shouldn't see before someone swoops you from the earth. A head buried in the curve of your neck, his dark ruby hair tickling your delicate skin as he inhaled in your wonderful scent. He realized right away and accepted the fact that he had responded to you.

"Oh, I missed you terribly, my precious!~" His embrace was practically smothering, and you weren't delighted where his head fell. "So, what has been your decision, hmmm?" He sat you down; you didn't need to glance at him to see his eagerness; his words and gestures were enough.

"I..." You paused a moment. For your brother... and those who succumbed to this dreadful sickness. "I accept with all of your conditions—but promise me," your voice was frantic, nearly to the point of cracking, as you kept going, "Please promise me that your statements are true! If it isn't..." The words couldn't leave your mouth.

"But what if it isn't?" His voice sank, and he stood tall over you with a shit-eating grin. You felt your stomach twisting and turning. This turned out to be a mistake; you were about to draw your dagger before he broke out laughing. "Look at you~" He pinched your cheeks, making you groan in irritation, and continued with his tormenting, "You ought to have seen the look on your face dear~ It's very adorable!" Having his full, he pats down your shoulder. "Apologies, it can't be helped. Not often that I get to spend time with a human... or any other person honestly. Nevertheless, you're here now, so none of that matters! Let's shake on it, shall we?" He held out his hand to you with an endearing sigh, and you grasped it.

It seemed like you made a pact with the devil himself—which, in retrospect, you probably did. An entity with vast knowledge and power, who also happens to have the name of the devil... You wished you hadn't seen the similarity; now you were convinced you had dug yourself not only a hole but a grave.

"Hope to make an acquaintance of you, darling~"

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*•.𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃.•*

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me au #obey me diavolo #obey me diavolo x reader #vampire au #obey me x reader #obey me vampire au

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axolistic · 2 months ago

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WOF X HFJONE AU LETS GOOOOOO

I've been working on this au for a while, and I kinda spedrun it between today and yesterday to cope with II's finale. I am not okay.

Anyways, I'm like, super proud on how this turned out, I'm pretty satisfied with 99% of the designs, except with Amelia's, I just feel like there's something missing there lol.

Some extra notes / aka: things i need to clarify.

I got confused on Stone's name, instead of Stonecarver it should be Stoneshaper

Just as in canon, Airy forgot their name, that's why they are Reed now.

I'm not really sure where or when or how or why the whole premise of the show would happen in this au, but I'll figure it out. Probably. Hopefully.

I am still not sure what tribe to make Taylor and Charlie-

For Taylor I'm leaning towards a Skywing or Rainwing, or a hybrid between the two. Skywing fro the color, Rainwing based on pure vibes

As for Charlie I'm between mudwing and leafwing, though I'm leaning more towards leafwing. Because he has a mother and I feel like there's too many mudwings in the cast so far,,,, I think I'll make him a leafwing

Charlotte's mold is probably an animus curse or something,,, like- she just pissed off the wrong dragon, or took and enchanted jewel or something similar

Anyhow.... below there's some more art if u want to see it.

Full body of Airy, probably my least favorite of the drawings. It's not awful tho. It's also like my second time drawing a dragon full-body, so its decent enough

Parodia (Abstracty) copying moldy in that one scene of the show, I think it turned out great. And I think the name I thought for Abstracty is very fitting :3

MY FAVORITE YAAAHHHHHHHH. I LOVE HOW THEY BOTH LOOK, SPECIALLY BRYCE LIKE WHAT, I NAILED HIS DESIGN HE'S GOTTAS BE MY FAV OUT OF THE BUNCH ALSO LIKE YEAAHAHHHHH

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quirekey · 19 days ago

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hay could I have Headcanons of transformers one elita one meeting a human and falling in love with them thank you

Why of course!! However I will be winging this since I never watched G1 and also TFONE does not have any contact with humanity. Also I’ll just make up a human on my own and say that the human is the reader.

Elita One x Reader headcanons

INTRODUCTION:

Elita was sent off to a mission to retrieve a relic that the humans took out of curiosity. Though she knew this was a stupid mission for someone like her, she went for it anyhow. She had to go to the museum that it was kept at during the depths of the night and somehow avoid the security cameras.

As night rose, Elita decided to be ruthless tonight. She went into her alt mode and rammed through the door, driving straight to where this relic was located. The sirens echoed through the building but she couldn’t stop now. She swerved through the narrow halls, careful to not hit anything.

You jumped out of your seat and checked the cameras. A motorcycle driving on its own? How is that even possible? You decided that you shouldn’t question it and shut the museum down, locking up all exits within. You grabbed your equipment from the security room, running out with a taser and a pistol. You ran into the directions the tire marks led you to. You run into the motorcycle and quickly shoot the tire before doing anything else. Everything was still clean and intact somehow and the relic rested on the seating of the motorcycle. You grabbed the relic and placed it back into its spot, while also realising the glass casing was broken by the criminal.

It was quiet, too quiet… Why isn’t there anyone stopping you? Did they run off? But they can’t get out since you shut the museum down… You hesitantly grabbed the motorcycle by its handles and brought it to the security room. You leave it outside just in case the thief is gonna come and try to take it back. You then check the cameras and rewind them back. There was no one on it from the beginning, why in the world is it moving on its own? You then heard the engine of the motorcycle pump up. You bust out of the door and grab the handle, thank goodness you popped the tire… It still doesn’t explain the motorcycle turning on on its own though. You stood there, absolutely baffled and confused, this is the most random thing that has happened to you. You ran your hand across the seating of the motorcycle to check for anything strange. You were touching some random spots but by now anything could happen. You decided to test something out and punch the pink motorcycle, you then hear a grunt…

The pink motorcycle then suddenly transformed into some alien robot that shimmered under the dim lighting. She had a feminine body and anatomy similar to the human’s body. You looked up with absolute awe, surprisingly calm considering your situation. The ‘alien robot’ was stretching her limbs and looked down at you with piercing optics. She then leaned down to you with a menacing look.

“You better keep this a secret, got it?”

“Of course. I will not tell any soul that you are even a thing.”

Elita then nodded but also realised that you obliged so quickly, why? Humans are curious and social creatures, why did this one not start running? Why did you just stand there with sparkling eyes? She assumed you just had no survival instincts and crossed her arms. You then spoke up curiously.

“So… What even are you? You’re not from here, are you?”

Elita just sighed and gave you a short and sharp statement.

“We are called transformers from the planet of Cybertron. We are currently in a war and you guys had one of our relics, that is the reason why I came here to take it back.”

You nod and point to the relic.

“Well, if you need it then take it! I may be fired but there are many other jobs I could apply for! Not many for someone like me but a few that work. If you need anything from me just ask and I can help!”

Elita took your words in and hesitantly started to see you as an ally for the autobots. You seemed so different to other humans and that really sparked something in her. She thought it was nothing and moved on.

“Human, what is your name?”

“Y/N! Great to meet you!”

“Elita One, it is a pleasure to meet you too.”

“Elita… Isn’t that an interesting name? Do you ‘transformers’ have some sort of base or something? I’d love to visit some time! My house is just that house down the street that has way too many flowers and bushes. I am sure you know which house I’m talking about!”

“Why not say the address?”

“… I forgot my address.”

Elita scoffed and realised you are forgetful and pretty hyperactive. She is surprised you were able to get a job like this but went along with it anyhow.

“I see. I’ll give you a visit tomorrow morning and I’ll introduce you to the team if that is what you desire.”

Summary of what happens after

You lose your job and decide to just work at retail for now. Elita introduced you to the other bots and you got really comfortable in a span of a week. You decided to live in the base with them since there’s no bills you need to pay for. You still worked at retail for food and water but you didn’t need to try too hard at all. Other than that, you lived a simple life of the autobots fighting off the decepticons. You never did anything yourself but you were there for moral support, especially for Elita.

Headcanons!! FINALLY!!

❤️ She definitely was in denial of her love for you, trying her best to avoid your eyes that she adored so much and generally never believed herself

❤️ Only Optimus knew about this because Elita ranted about her feelings about you to brim, he caught on pretty quickly and understood her.

❤️ Elita would treat you the same as anybody else but undeniably had a bias for you, always choosing you to go on missions with you.

❤️ You would try to give her hints and clues that you like her but she’d let the denial get to her and think that you are just joking around.

❤️ Elita was the first one to confess. She didn’t really make it a big deal by saying it very bluntly but you sure were surprised.

❤️ When you gave her her first kiss, she’d try so hard to stay intact and stoic but her face says it all. She had a bright blue glow in her face and she would look so flustered. She ain’t complaining though.

Hope you enjoyed it! I personally absolutely love Elita One!

#transformers #tfone #transformers one #elita one #elita #transformers x reader #elita x reader #elita one x reader #headcanons

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rohirric-hunter · 22 days ago

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I hope everyone knows that these kinds of job listings are scams and probably dangerous. I've seen a couple of posts going around with similar ones where people are treating it like its a serious inquiry and it worries me.

Red flags:

First one doesn't name the company or describe the kind of work being performed

Nobody pays via check anymore

Great for young adults and retirees AKA people likely to have recently experienced notable shrinkage in their social circle (leaving school/work) and suddenly lacking a routine people will expect them to adhere to. AKA people who, should they go missing, it would take people longer to notice.

Tag spamming popular tags. Any post that does this should be treated as not genuine anyhow.

Amazon is not posting job listings on Tumblr. I promise

Work from home [warehouse] operator/packer. First they pack the product at the facility and then they mail it to your house to be packed I guess

Says the job is in the US but uses Singapore currency? At a US-based company?

Both posts coming from the same blog who appears to do nothing except post fake job listings for various companies

Definitely don't click on that link

That's probably the whole scam, just scraping some personal info/payment details via a sus link, but worst case scenario it could be some kind of organ trafficking ring or something

If you see a job listing you like, even on an "official" site like Indeed, best to go to the company's site, find the job listing there, and apply directly

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spudfromspace · 6 months ago

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Is this actually real?

Hello, this story is the result of me thinking of multiple things at the same time and spiraling into a rabbit hole of thoughts, i think i might have ADHD. This is the first story I've written in a long while (around 4 years), so it might not be that good. Anyhow, let's get on with it. Also, this'll be male character/s x male reader, ok? No hard feelings, but we need more x male reader works, also this is an au if you couldn't tell

*i groan, rubbing my head as the world around me feels like it's spinning. Eventually, i was able to stand up and take a look at my surroundings, it looked like a forest*

W-where am i?

*i was about to explore my new surroundings, but then i saw something approach me from the woods. It was some cat thing with rings on its ears. It looked strangely familiar, but i couldn't remember why*

Welcome, i am kyubey

Wait- this seems oddly familiar-

I am capable of granting you one wish, anything you desire

Wait a minute-

But in return, you will become a magical boy and use your powers to fight witches

WAIT A DAMN MINUTE-

*i start to freak out, realising just who this is*

OH HELL NO, I AIN'T RISKING MYSELF AND BECOMING A WITCH. BACK YOU DEMON!

*i yell at it, picking up a random stick on the ground and pointing it at it*

*"kyubey" starts laughing and falls on the ground*

Hahahaha! I'm just kidding!

*it transforms into something else, something with a more human appearance but the ears and tail were still there. They stand up and walk towards me, putting their hands up to show they weren't there to hurt me*

Chill, I'm not gonna do anything bad

*i lower the stick*

Then who are you, where am i and what the heck is going on?

Well, first my name isn't important but you can just call me kyu. Second you are in America, well, America in another world. And third basically you died and are now being subjected to a similar fate as most shonen isekai anime protagonists

Wait.... WHAT!? THAT CAN ACTUALLY HAPPEN!?

*i was very shocked after what i was just told. I died... and was now in another world like in those isekai animes*

You good? Had enough time to get it together yet?

It's been barely 2 minutes... THAT IS NOWHERE NEAR ENOUGH TIME FOR ME TO GET IT TOGETHER AFTER LEARNING I JUST DIED AND AM NOW IN ANOTHER WORLD!

Well get it together already, there's still a lot we need to get through before i can leave

What?

Well i cant just leave you in this new world without having any knowledge about this place and unable to live by yourself, i am legally not allowed to. Since unlike most of those isekai tropes where people get sent to worlds in more medieval times and you can just start your life without people questioning who you are and where you came from, this world is just as modern as your previous one, and since you don't originally belong to this world you wont have things like your birth certificate, school files, personal files, proof of existence, etc...

Wait.... so then how am i supposed to live here if i basically don't exist?

*they chuckle and snap their fingers, multiple documents appear around us*

That's what I'm here for, I'm in charge of your transfer to this world and with some magic i made some of these documents and files that will serve as your identity and proof of existence in this world, stuff like your birth certificate and things i mentioned previously, these will become apart of this worlds databank making it as if you were always part of it. I kept your information identical to your original one except for the fact that now it would be as if you were already an American citizen, instead of living in (insert country), your data would be stated that you moved to America just recently with the purpose of studying

But what about where I'll live? How am i supposed to get money or a job? And studying, how could i afford tuitions?

I'm getting there, jeez, be a little patient won't you? You'll be provided with a small house for yourself, as for school stuff, you'll find documents inside said house for your school, since I've already enrolled you. And as for money and job, well, that's where the fun stuff starts

*they were grinning after saying that which worried me a bit for what they meant by that*

What are you talking about?

Well, remember what i said earlier? I wasn't kidding about that turning you into a magical boy part, but before you panic, no it's not like madoka magica. You will be a using powers and stuff to fight bad guys and get paid by the government for saving people, sounds fun right?

What kind of powers? And is there some kind of catch? Cuz a free house, powers, and a job sounds too good to be true...

The only catch is college, you'll have to balance fighting bad guys with attending school while not failing. And as you probably now from all the shows you've watched with similar tropes, that isn't an easy task, but one thing you won't have to worry about is hiding your identity

Is it because magical girls/boys outfits have magic that make people as blind as a bat when it comes to their identities, regardless of how identical they look?

What? No, not like miraculous ladybug blindness, it's more like the powerpuff girls

Ah, ok then. So....what powers do i get? Are they cool powers?

Eh, I'm too lazy to come up with powers, here just pick which ones you want

*they hand over a screen displaying multiple characters fictional characters*

Wait, aren't these characters from works of fiction? Won't they exist in fiction in this world too?

Well yeah, some fictional works from your world exist here too, just like how things like nintendo exist here too. But don't worry, all the characters in that screen are characters that don't exist in this world, as to avoid copyright infringement. So just take your pick and I'll give you those powers.

This isn't an easy decision to make, can't i just pick later? How about you show me where ill be living first?

Fiiinnnneeee..... but I'll only wait until tomorrow, so make up your mind by then ok?

*kyu snaps their fingers and then we suddenly appear in a bedroom, me falling into a bed*

This is your new home, information about your house, school, and city are all in those documents beside you on your bed, and just use google maps for getting to your school. You'll also have food in the fridge and some money if you look in your drawer. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be taking my leave, I'll be back tomorrow afternoon so have a decision by then ok?

*kyu then disappears, leaving me alone in my new house, in a new world, in my new life. I plop myself properly down on the bed, looking at the ceiling and thinking of everything that just happened during the last hour or so*

Holy shit.... i think i just became an shonen protagonist.... ew

*thinking back to what kyu said, i needed to think of what powers i want*

Eh, I'll figure it out tomorrow morning, i need to sleep after all this shit

End of part 1

This is the end for this part, i hope this wasn't too bad. As for the powers and stuff, I'll keep thinking for what powers would be good or i might just make a poll later on which characters powers we could have, you guys can even comment some suggestions. No dogday and catnap for now, maybe in the next chapter if i get to that part fast enough

#smiling critters #poppy playtime #x reader #dogday #catnap #catnap x reader #dogday x reader #catnap x reader x dogday #dogday x reader x catnap #poppy playtime x reader #smiling critters x reader #male reader #SpudWrites

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signedeclipse · 2 years ago

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Hi! If your open for requests I'd like to see headcanons for rengoku, Tengen, and inosuke and with a reader who is blind? I'm legally blind although I still can see colors and vague outlines, I think it be cute!! Please and thank you!!

Inosuke

Inosuke isn't very sensitive about these topics

When he first sees you almost run into a wall, he asks if you're stupid on purpose

After that he might be rough but he will try his best to keep you from hurting yourself

If it happens too much in one day he will throw you over his shoulder and carry you where you're trying to go

He has eyes anyways so he may as well help you out when he isn't really using them for anything!

Gets very freaked out when you accidentally make eye contact with him though

Will literally tremble, he thinks you've gained sight just to spite him

If you really want him to listen to you, you can try to look him in the eyes by guessing and if its even slightly on target he will give you his full attention and attend to all your wishes just please stop doing that what the fuck

He likes when you rely on him a little more though, it inflates his ego a lot

Kyojuro

He is as gentle as he can be with you, while also trying not to assert himself too much in your life

Rather than saying something, he’ll just put his hand in front of you before you walk into something like a wall or puddle so you hit him instead

It becomes very subconscious for him, he does it so much that he stops realising it and you just learn to redirect yourself after feeling it

Kyojuro believes in your more enhances abilities to keep you safe, but knowing his job he has to consider alternative ways to keep you home and safe at night

Would ask you to babysit Senjuro when he is out on a mission so you feel like you are doing something, but he tells Senjuro to take good care of you

Senjuro likes your company a lot anyhow, and finds your home to be very comfortable

He would find your enhances abilities very impressive, like how you can memorise entire paths and structures just by walking around them once or twice

Uzui

One of the first things he ever said to you had something to do with his looks

To which you responded about him being 'nothing more than average'

Ouch but he liked the spice

Uzui wasn't an idiot, but he probably hadn't realised you were blind for a longer time than he would have liked to admit

"You wrote me letters!"

"Someone else wrote them, I just said what I wanted"

Defeated

Okay sure, he knows you are capable of taking care of yourself, but something about the fact that you couldn't see danger coming your way upsets him

I mean, what if a demon is talking you up into thinking they're human? And you perish at their hands full of trust?

Because of this, Uzui keeps either himself or his wives in your proximity just in case

Thankfully you don't seem to mind, and the girls love talking to you since you tend to be the least judgemental of anyone they had ever met

Expect to always have someone who loves you right by your side, even if you don't realise it

Authors Note - Strangely enough I got a very similar request right after this, characters and blind and everything! I deleted it, but then I got another one!

This hit a little close to home, my eye sight deteriorates a lot in one of my eyes every year! Thankfully I will always have one, but still! Please enjoy <3 I made reader 100% blind so its more interesting!

#inosuke #inosuke x reader #kyojuro #kyojuro x reader #uzui #uzui x reader #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer headcanons #headcanons #kny headcanons #kny #kny x reader #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #x reader #reader insert

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ghost-bxrd · 4 months ago

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GIRL CODED JASON !!!!! HI HELLO OMG TUMBLR USER AND AMAZING AO3 WRITER GHOST BIRD YOUR POSTS AND STORIES JUST ACTIVATE BRAINWORMS IN MY HEAD 😭😭😭😭 holy fuck hi I'm too shy to come off anon but I love the discussions you've been having, so just chipping in !!!

I love the many many looks on how people interpret him being girl-coded, exploring his feelings towards domestic violence, towards victims, women etc, extremely good points that you brought up ! And I'd like to bring up that on a more meta level, the way his character is treated by DC and by people in canon as a whole is also so... girl-coded ? Going to try my best to articulate since eng is my 3rd language 😔😔 Sorry if it's not consise 😭😭 I have FEELINGS AAAAAAAAAAAA

I think the core of this "girl-codedness" stems from a few things, two things I can point to currently are how he's treated as a victim and fridging. Fridging is the easier one to see imo, it's something that's usually associated with female characters but fits Jason a lot. It's not about him and his trauma/pain being feminine inherently (nothing can be categorised in that way honestly) but how it's dealt with by people and the narrative.

Let's take a look at its counterpart which is 'Dead Men Defrosting' trope coined by John Barton. Here's the source for that: https://www.lby3.com/wir/r-jbartol2.html, and a quote from the Women in Refridgerators website I feel is really encapsulates this whole situation.

"...women heroes are altered again and never allowed, as male heroes usually are, the chance to return to their original heroic states. And that's where we begin to see the difference."

Sounds familiar, doesn't it? Additionally, the grief that his death bought is made to be even more objectifying than it should have been. It's made to be Bruce's and everyone else's more than it is Jason's. The image of the dead character is, by necessity, distorted and is served as fuel towards a different character. He's reduced to his death and the pain associated with it is milked for like... 16 yearsish??? A perverted memorial, a perverted memory, an altered legacy. He was just 15. A boy. (Still, I wouldn't say Jason was fridged per say, as the term is created in reference to female characters and they have little to no agency in their stories there, but that 'feel' is there. So I understand where the girl-codedness comes from!)

It’s that the way a lot of characters treat him and a lot of the tropes used on him are things that are typically associated with feminine characters. It's also about how he's treated since he's not a perfect victim. Every attempt Jason has made to express his pain and his anger just gets him labelled as emotional, unreasonable and hysterical (which are again, unfortunately terms associated with women.)

There's many different points people have brought up about Jason, such as his bleeding compassion as Robin, the tears at the end of UTRH, and so on. Nonetheless, I think there's a lot of nuance that comes with gender discussions, since these things are deeply personal to people, and there's disagreements to be had. And that's cool !! There's many points loads of other people also being to the table that I love !! Contradictions too !!

Anyhow, so many cool PPL and analysis these days,,, ILY ANON WHO BROUGHT UP TITANS TOWER (anonanonanon pls chip in again and my life will be URS) Also ILY TUMBLR USER MAGIC-CRAZY-AS-THIS FOR PUTTING THE WEDDING DRESS IMAGERY IN MY HEAD, ALSO ILY GHOSTBIRD FOR THAT AMAZING REPLY AND ANALYSIS,, I LOVE THIS LITTLE POCKET OF COMMUNITY U HAVE CREATED this is so beloved 🥺🥺🥺💞💞💞💞

All very good points!

I don’t have much to add here except perhaps the argument with the memorial case. You’re absolutely right. I never realized how similar it is to the classic hero trope of protagonist mourning their dead love interest/family and dedicating their entire life to a memory of them, citing the actions they take to be in honor of the dead person.

On one hand, I tend to enjoy that trope. On the other hand with Jason, it all became horribly twisted so very quickly and lead to a hard downward spiral of Bruce having a real assholish phase.

But yeah that’s a whole other can of worms better left unopened for now ksksks.

I’m very happy you’re enjoying this blog 💚 it’s honestly super rewarding to hear people say that when it was one of the main goals to have this be a safe and harmonious space for everyone 💚💚✨

#ghost talks #personal opinion #by no way right or wrong just… existing #obviously it’s also to okay if someone here doesn’t like Jason at all!#totally valid #although with how much I gush about Jason very unlikely around here kskskskks #fandom and ship positivity #harmonious vibes #and a healthy approach to fiction and online interaction #batfamily

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sepublic · 10 months ago

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I find it a missed opportunity that Cole didn't play a role in Seabound with helping Nya unlock her Spinjitzu Burst; If you ignore The Island, which is basically part of the larger Seabound arc anyhow, Master of the Mountain comes right before and is all about Cole learning the Spinjitzu Burst. Given its requirements are to be surrounded by one's element, it's general fanon consensus that this was what Nya did when she unlocked the power of the sea.

Not only does this connect back to a previous season and make the show feel more intertwined, it also gives Cole something to do, builds off of his previous characterization, but also creates the opportunity for emotional conflict. He might be reluctant to teach Nya the Spinjitzu Burst upon hearing what happened to Nyad, or she may intentionally keep this a secret from him. When Nya does perform her big sacrifice, we could have Crystalized begin with Cole feeling guilt because he taught Nya the Spinjitzu Burst; Without it, she wouldn't have merged with the sea.

You could call back to Master of the Mountain again by having Cole ultimately make peace with what he did, by remembering his promise to Lilly, and recognizing that she would've done the same in Nya's place; He would've done the same in her place. In the end, all three chose to stand up to those who were cruel and unjust, to protect those who could not protect themselves.

...That also gets me to another point; The beginning of Crystalized is so similar to the beginning of Tournament of Elements; Both arcs follow the emotional aftermath of the ninja splitting up after a member of their team performs a great sacrifice to defeat the villain and save the day, and eventually have to get together when they're given hope that their dead teammate isn't so dead after all.

I really wish Crystalized hearkened back to that period where the ninja mourned Zane, because it would've been both a sensible callback, and a way to differentiate this arc from that one, by building off of the one which came before. Maybe the ninja ARE still sticking together, with Zane being different in that he's never had to mourn a teammate before; He was the sacrificial teammate the first time. That could lead to him turning off his emotions.

But while on the surface, the ninja seem to be handling it better than with Zane, since they learned their lesson, they may still express their grief in other ways. Such as with Kai becoming more ruthless, which canon already teased at; Maybe this could tie into Lloyd's Oni arc. Like with Zane's sacrifice beforehand, Lloyd urges the team to stick together and this time they do. But like Kai, his frustration with himself for not being good enough, thus necessitating Nya's sacrifice, could lead to Lloyd being more ruthless as a ninja, which could transition into his struggle with the Oni half of him, Harumi's return, the revelation that the Overlord is his grandfather's misguided attempt to purge his Oni half, etc.

That last bit especially, which was left out of the final product, seems to be building up to a lesson about Lloyd not repeating the FSM's mistakes by accepting his Oni half, and he already knew Mystake, Garmadon was finding good in himself, plus the implications of an Oni getting together with a Dragon to create his bloodline... But nothing comes of that. Imagine if Lloyd didn't succumb to his Oni form, but instead accepted it, and by extension accepted the Overlord, absorbing him into his body and making peace with the darkness the way his grandfather didn't.

That could be more interesting than Oni Lloyd actually being evil after all, which is basically the same moral takeaway as canon, just explored differently. It also hearkens back to Star Wars, which Tommy Andreasen takes big inspiration from when writing Ninjago, and the climax of Hunted, if Lloyd chooses not to fight the Overlord, and wins because of it; Rather than fighting Fire with Fire.

#Ninjago #Ninjago Seabound #Ninjago Master of the Mountain #Cole Brookstone #Nya #Spinjitzu Burst #Ninjago Crystalized #Lloyd Garmadon

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thekeeperofdreams · 2 months ago

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Once Upon A Dream

genre; light angst (death mentions??? blood but not the whole focus)

summary; entering a world seemingly suspended in time is a strange experience, especially when most others are uninterested in helping you adjust. the only comfort is the man in your dreams.

ever since joining the manor, it felt like you'd been watched. not in the usual sense of other survivors or even hunters staring holes into your back, curiosity practically spilling from their eyes. it didn't help how not even your time period was similar to theirs, lining up more to lucky guys then anything.

maybe that's why the eyes follow, a desire to rip you open and peer inside; desperate for something new in a world of bloodshed and fear. it was strange, among everyone's special abilities, you'd arrived with nothing. no weapons, no traits like theirs, practically useless compared to many residing on your side of the manor.

some had no desire to chat with you, put off by this strange revelation; finding conversations a waste when surviving was the name of the game. it didn't matter much to you, having stayed in your corner anyhow, only interacting with the few people who had been nice enough to at least say hi or introduce themselves.

during matches, it was like a nightmare, most hunters chasing you first in favor of even the weakest survivors. you had nothing to defend yourself with, practically at their mercy if you failed to kite using only the windows and pallets.

many were kind, some offering to wait at least 60 seconds before carrying you to the chair without any real chase, not interested in spilling the blood of the helpless.

most however, seemed uncomfortably excited about the prospect of the new survivor having nothing to defend themselves, like a sheep straying away from its flock.

even now, as you lay bleeding on the floor, no one comes to the rescue, the hunter deciding to chase down a new target, leaving you to take your last breathe of the match; the scent of marigolds comforting you in the dying moment.

its quiet when this happens, your tired bloody body floating in darkness, awaiting your prince of the night.

hes tall, skin hidden beneath layers of makeup, the colors mixing into beautiful flowers against his skin. the hat is titled forward, hiding his eyes under the colorful flowers.

you give a weak grin when he tilts the hat to see you, eyebrow raised, eyes burning with question.

"I'm sorry. i couldn't hold on against him." you say, heart sinking when his eyebrow twitches, though its not for you.

"don't be, mi vida. i've seen him and his behavior, like a beast preying on its next meal." his tone is harsh, his deep gruff voice sending shivers down your spine.

the nickname was familiar, a comfort from the overall disconnect with your home. he always seemed to know what to say in your times of need; sinking in the sand, wishing it'd swallow you whole.

he only smiles, the overall darkness beginning to shift when he let's out a breath, green swirls and purple stars dancing at his finger tips. his hands are cold when he places them on your face, eyes remaining warm.

"ill see you soon." he coos, as your eyes grow heavy and tired, his cool touch being replaced by warm blankets and sheets; the room dark with a candle as it's light.

a soft knock wakes you from the pleasant encounter, a maid calling out that you have a match soon; lunch being served at the table beforehand.

you don't respond, waiting for the women's footsteps to dissapear before dressing, ignoring the ache deep in your bones.

the hallways are long and uncomfortable, the odd silence unnerving as you make your way to the door, shakily pushing it open.

though the sight that greets you is strange, a man dressed in purple and black, a familiar hat settled in front of him as he gobbles down what supposedly was lunch.

he turns when the door creaks, a cheeky grin slowly spreading against his face when you realize who exactly he is.

"I told you I'd see you soon"

#identity v #x reader #fluff fic #idv #idv x reader #norton campbell #idv norton #idv prospector #identity v prospector #ik soul catcher is nort but im interpreting it differently a bit #hes nort in another timeline #the skins from B to S are like their own ppl in a sense #they replace the original when worn during a match with their own memories and behavior patterns #sometimes theyre seperate entities as a whole when inside the actjal manor #they can coexist but its definitely weird for ppl to get used too #i lowkey hate this but i also wanted to post bc odnakdns #procrastination hits hard

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hello there honey i really enjoyed your analysis on sukuna and yujis relationship they're so overlooked by the vast majority of the fandom despite being the mcs and it makes me happy some of us appreciate their dynamic i might be unsatisfied with geges overall handling of the story and how it took so long to really focus on these two but he wrote them very compelling despite everything. it makes me frustrated because it could've been even more of a punch if we didn't focus so much on everything else and i adore some characters but it came at the expense of not doing enough with his mcs which even if some people don't want them to be its still yuji and sukuna.

anyhow a small little detail i wanted to point out about 265 is yuji up to that point had been treating and referring to sukuna as a curse, but while in his domain while they're fishing he baits him by saying "cant the strongest sorcerer do this?" and its baiting him obvs and hitting at his ego but he still referred to him as a sorcerer and he's the only one to do so to my knowledge everyone else including himself refers to him as the king of curses, something that he was seen as by everyone since the heian era, a curse, and that he still believes he is right to 268. i really wanted gege to expand on why yuji sympathies with him, we can deduce why and it he clearly does but i wanted to see his exact thoughts what changed, maybe he found out by gojo about his family when he talked to him and realized sukuna was his relative? i mean there's more reasons why he sympathized with him clearly as you very well pointed out in your post but still this is why im dissatisfied with the writing they could've explained it better.

what are your thoughts? i hope we get to focus on yuji at least in the next chapters or im going to lose it. do you have any hope that sukuna ended up accepting yujis offer? i think the scene ended abruptly... i want them back together its so frustrating and while it fits and i can see gege leaving it like that it just doesn't feel right to me

hi, jenjen!! (do you mind if i call you that?)

thank you so much for reading that mess of a post. i had a lot of sukuita feels and just spilled my thoughts in one entire go. it's sad that they're so overlooked because they're unironically the best thing about jjk. like yeah there's a lot of cool characters in jjk but sukuna is literally a god of chaos and devastation that somehow got stuck in the body of an unhinged teenager who would sacrifice his own life for strangers.

they're two different extremes trapped within the same body, but as the story goes on we see they're a lot more similar than they first appear. like yin and yang, the two extremes that often oppose each other but are also inseparably complimentary to each other. there is soooooo much to explore with that dynamic, and i'm forever heartbroken we didn't get to have more focus on these two because they are honestly amazing.

your point about that one scene in 265 is so goooood <3

as you said, up until that point yuuji had only been referring to sukuna as a curse, even though that's not technically true. but to yuuji, sukuna is more of a curse than some curses are. this is part of my theory that yuuji is the only one that sees right through sukuna. almost everyone else admires sukuna or only sees him as something to test their strength against.

yuuji is the only one who actually hates sukuna. yuuji even wants to destroy him because he knows sukuna is a murdering, cannibalizing force of death and devastation. and sukuna hates yuuji because the brat represents everything that goes against sukuna's cursed and selfish nature.

they both stand for everything the other hates, yet it's so interesting that they somehow understand each other better than anyone else does. (more on that later >.<)

what i really love about this scene is yuuji's teasing nature. he's not being mocking or sarcastic. he's both stroking sukuna's ego and, with light playfulness, is giving him a kind of recognition (as a sorcerer, not a curse) that nobody else has. you were completely right with that, jenjen.

and it's just so sudden that it happens. actually, everything about this chapter was so sudden and unexpected.

the fact that sukuna is willfully going along with all of this when he would strike down and destroy people for daring to even order him about (like nanako and mimiko). yet he indulges yuuji over and over again.

yuuji is literally telling sukuna what to do, but sukuna doesn't even reprimand him. actually, he pays attention to yuuji. (also i love how everything is always so "special case" and "different" with them like that don't even know how they arrived in yuuji's little mind palace and sukuna looks freaked out about it but he still listens to yuuji, he still does whatever yuuji asks him to... that's truly amazing.)

this scene in particular was really interesting to me. as you pointed out earlier yuuji only ever referred to sukuna as a curse and treated him like one, too. during his conversation with mahito, yuuji says that his purpose in all this is to just kill curses, sukuna especially, as that's the end goal of everything yuuji did.

yet here yuuji is, decidedly not killing sukuna and instead giving the king of courses his entire life story. yuuji's being the most open and vulnerable about himself than he's ever been, and it's all for the infamous king of curses who cares only for himself, the enemy yuuji hates and wants to see destroyed.

yet the way sukuna remains uncharacteristically quieter through all of it, looking like he's honestly reflecting or considering what yuuji just said, and how he gives this meaningful pause after yuuji describes how empty the town he was raised in became. yuuji says he expected it to be that way and sukuna looks almost thoughtful about that.

something similar happens a little bit later on when yuuji's talking about how there's a smaller amount of insects now than when he was younger.

what i noticed about both of these moments is that yuuji is talking about changes that happened for him. changes in the place he was raised and changes in the life he used to see more of that he doesn't now.

sukuna isn't affected by change. he's the strongest, he does whatever pleases him and doesn't care about anyone but himself. but yuuji cares about these little things, these changes that affect him, these small details that stay in his memory. that's such a contrast to sukuna's mindset, which is that every human tastes fleeting. and here yuuji is, sharing his memories about these tiny things with sukuna, these "tastes" that have stuck with him. because it's little details like yuuji losing his slime toy or drinking sweet milk tea when it snows that makes him who he is as a person. but does sukuna have any kind of memories like these? anything that connects him to being human like yuuji? maybe that is why yuuji is showing sukuna all these everyday normal things. he knows sukuna doesn't have memories like this, so maybe showing him yuuji's own might trigger something in him, something deep down. he wanted sukuna to open up with him too, maybe.

all of this is such a strong contrast to how other sorcerers and curses treat sukuna. they only approach him with the intent to try to overpower him or maybe to try to gain his favor. yuuji isn't doing anything like that. he isn't bargaining or making violent demands. there's no fighting. it's the most tender they have been with each other so far. (sukuna not killing yuuji the moment that brat asked him to do anything is sukuna being tender imo... he would have crushed anyone else for daring to do such a thing.)

it's just... it's so fascinating how yuuji hated sukuna for being so inhuman before, but now he's suddenly treating sukuna like he is human. he's acknowledging that sukuna was human even if the king of curses doesn't want to be seen as that anymore. and it's beautifully complex and should have been explored far deeper.

i really wanted gege to expand on why yuji sympathies with him, we can deduce why and it he clearly does but i wanted to see his exact thoughts what changed, maybe he found out by gojo about his family when he talked to him and realized sukuna was his relative? i mean there's more reasons why he sympathized with him clearly as you very well pointed out in your post but still this is why im dissatisfied with the writing they could've explained it better.

i am right with you on this one, too. chapter 265 was almost like a dream for me. jjk is hardly romantic at all. even a lot of other action manga includes at least a little romantic subplot... yet the most romantic scenes we get in this series are these date-like interactions between sukuna and yuuji, who supposedly hate each other, yet i guess they're out there doing archery together??

(sukuna getting another perfect archery shot just to impress his demanding little boyfriend <3 i love how serious he looks here, too, he's really playing up that coolness factor)

you also made another great point about how yuuji suddenly took a lot more emotional interest in sukuna now than he did before. i wonder if that conversation yuuji had before gojo died was about sukuna being related to yuuji? maybe part of him lit up on the inside because he actually has family, even if it's the murderous demon god that wants to destroy him and everything that he loves? or maybe he felt some kind of closeness while sukuna was inside of him that he misses now?

i really wish that we got more scenes like this with these two. i want to understand yuuji's thought process for trying to reason with sukuna and to maybe even get him to open up, too.

it's sad that gege took so long to focus on these two again. there were so many more interactions we could have had, so many more meaningful insights into both of their characters.

but this chapter did a lot all in one take.

i said earlier that sukuna and yuuji understand each other really well, and i believe that's true because not only are they the only ones who spent so much time being soul-crushingly close to one another, they also get under each other's skin far more than anyone else does. sukuna loves to torment yuuji because he knows just how caring and compassionate yuuji is. he rubs it in that he killed thousands of people during the shibuya arc and that he possessed the body of yuuji's friend. but yuuji also knows just how to rile up sukuna and he fights sukuna hard, he never gives up, and i think sukuna secretly admires that about yuuji.

and this chapter showed us how they understand each other yet again.

this conversation, to me, shows two very important things. one is that, despite already feeling it's a lost cause, yuuji still tries to convince sukuna to accept the mercy he's showing him, to understand yuuji's perspective as well. but sukuna's response to this is more layered than it first seems, in my opinions.

as we've seen, sukuna uses a lot of backhanded insults and contradicting statements with yuuji. he simultaneously calls the brat weak and uninteresting, but is disappointed when yuuji lost against choso (sukuna was paying a suspicious amount of interest during that fight scene for someone who considers yuuji to be so worthless) and looks reluctantly impressed or even surprised at yuuji's abilities.

yet when anyone else gives sukuna a hard time or challenge, sukuna shows them respect or even gives them praise. he does no such thing with yuuji, at all. in fact, all he does is mock and discredit yuuji, so sometimes the actual words he uses is a roundabout way he's actually acknowledging yuuji getting under his skin. and i think his words here, "i'm astounded at how spineless you are," can be taken as a form of that reluctant and contradicting acknowledgment.

even if sukuna doesn't accept what yuuji is saying, i think he knows yuuji is being sincere. he has to feel like he's guarded against it though, so he easily dismisses yuuji, and that's why my second important thing from this conversation is how yuuji still doesn't give up.

sukuna knows yuuji can kill him. he's getting back up into a corner now. but instead of going in for any kind of demands, yuuji is giving sukuna mercy. a second chance. a choice.

even though he knows sukuna refuses to see things yuuji's away, to accept yuuji's ideals of valuing life, he still offers a chance at mercy for sukuna.

sukuna, who has deliberately proved over and over again that he doesn't deserve mercy or empathy, and yuuji understands this. he accepts that sukuna is unsympathetic and a monster.

even when sukuna is dying, yuuji shows him that mercifulness once more. he's far more gentle and compassionate to him than sukuna deserves.

the fact that he still wants to live with sukuna. either a longing for family or the closeness they once shared when yuuji was his vessel or both. he genuinely cares about sukuna. and i think sukuna knows that.

so that's why it's another insult to undermine yuuji's efforts and empathy when sukuna says this offer is yuuji just "acting the fool" when i think he knows truly that yuuji wouldn't be so unserious about such a big thing.

but one thing that hit me hard is how sukuna calls the brat by his full name this time. something he has never done before. just like yuuji called him a sorcerer that one time too. it's like sukuna's admitting deep down he was touched, but he just can't accept yuuji's mercy. that would kill his persona, his reputation as the king of curses. it would make him more human. and he refuses to be anything but inhuman.

the original japanese had quotes around "curse" and that was important for a reason. sukuna wanted to be seen only as a curse would be seen.

as gojo said. love is the greatest curse of all. and sukuna is the king of curses. so it's very fitting indeed that sukuna died in the hands of perhaps the one person who ever really saw him, or understood him, or loved him.

thank you for your ask btw, jenjenpup. i really loved reading your thoughts on this. thanks for bearing with me on all my rabid rants about these two. i hope i answered your ask well enough.

so glad to have you in the sukuita cult, too <3

#this was rushed so there are many grammar and writing errors are there #it's really late rn so i don't have the energy to edit this mess im sorry #but tysm for taking the time to send me an ask #you gave me some really good insight!#honey posts #asks #sukuita #sukuna ryomen #itadori yuuji #meta #they make me sick with how much i loved them #im dying bc i wanted so much for them to have had more interactions together #i really wish chapter 265 was 10x longer and explored so much more between them #im going to cry over this in the morning ;-;

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