#- or because he’s in bad circumstances *after* meeting the two? who knows- maybe both? though apathetic-but-loyal-partner Jon also suits the

[fissions-chips]

Evil Polycule AU but Tim and Butler are monsters and Jon is just the unfortunate dude who winds up helping them out.

[livwritesstuff]

you know that feeling where you’re having a god-awful day and all you really want is a hug but you’re at work so, like, that’s not gonna happen, and you basically just have to stew in all those shitty feelings and wait out the clock? yeah, me too, that’s kind of where this came from.

Eddie had a tough day.

It had started early that morning when the girls missed their school bus – not a huge deal, honestly, he was already gonna be leaving early to go get his car looked at.

But then he got shitty news from the mechanic, and then a meeting with his agent didn’t go the way he’d wanted at all, and then Hazel ended up being a total pain in the ass after he picked her up from kindergarten, and during her relentless haranguing, she knocked one of Eddie’s favorite mugs off the counter. It shattered, obviously, and she cried about it so he’d had to deal with both of those things at once, and it was just a day.

None of it was anything he couldn’t handle – the problem was the compounding nature of it and the way he basically just had to stew in it all until the next obstacle came along and made shit even worse.

All Eddie really wanted was Steve, and how Steve being around made dealing with this stuff so much easier, even if every other circumstance was the same.

He has to share Steve, though, and today he’s sharing him with Steve’s work until four o’clock.

It’s fine.

He can wait until four.

The older two girls got off their bus at half-past three, and, seriously, someone must have put something in the water this morning because they are in rare goddamn form today. If Hazel alone was bad, all three of them together were…well, thrice that. It’s like the universe said I see your bad day and I raise you three elementary schoolers hitting their peak annoyance thresholds simultaneously.

And it’s not like Eddie can even fucking fold, either.

It’s cold and kind of windy outside, which is Eddie’s least favorite weather and he’d thought maybe the girls would want to go right inside, but no. Of course they want to dig out the chalk that got stashed away in the garage last fall, and while Eddie is stuck shivering outside breaking up dumb arguments about who’s allowed to use which colors (he figured the answer was an obvious everyone, but apparently that’s incorrect), Steve leaves a message saying he tacked on an emergency session onto the end of his day and now he’s not out until five.

Eddie doesn’t hear it until he’s back inside, obviously, but when he does it’s like someone ran a whole fucking dagger through his chest.

He’s halfway through making dinner when Steve gets home (he’d actually be done making dinner if the pot of water hadn’t boiled off while he’d dealt with yet another stupid argument), and he drops everything to meet him at the door.

It’s like Steve can tell in an instant the kind of day Eddie had.

“What happened?” he asks as he toes off his shoes.

Eddie shakes his head, “Everything…nothing…I don’t even know. Just…one of those days.”

Steve nods his understanding, and as soon as he’s got his coat hung up he’s pulling Eddie into a hug.

It ends up being kind of a bone-crushing one — that’s on Eddie, though. He’d just fucking needed it. He knows he’d needed it when Steve’s arms tighten around his shoulders and he feels that much better.

“You okay?” Steve asks without letting him go, the breath of his words hitting warm against Eddie’s neck.

“Just tired,” he answers.

Steve pulls away.

“You can take a break, Ed,” he says, and there’s something in his eyes – not concern, exactly, but more like awareness, “I’ll be up in a bit.”

Eddie just nods and heads for the stairs. As he goes, he faintly hears Steve asking, “What the hell did you guys do to Dad today?”, followed by the girls’ defensive protests.

In their room, Eddie makes it through one full rerun of Star Trek and then the first few minutes of a second before Steve joins him.

He notices that it’s quiet downstairs for the first time that evening, and he tries not to take it too personally. He’s always been comfortable in the knowledge that Steve might be better at the whole parenting thing than him (psych degrees and all that), but, shit, if he’s that much better…

“What’d you do, strangle them?” Eddie asks as Steve swaps his jeans out for a pair of faded plaid pajama pants.

“No, I told them that if I hear a single peep in the next hour I’m beheading all their stuffed animals.”

Eddie blinks.

Okay, maybe better isn’t exactly the right word.

“So they’re on verbal lockdown, basically,” Steve finishes.

“Jesus Christ, Steve,” Eddie shakes his head, “You’re kind of crazy.”

“Yeah, well, you were always gonna rub off on me one of these days — don’t.”

And Eddie couldn’t help the way he threw his head back and laughed.

[tomurakii]

My last post about bloodweave was pretty negative (though necessarily so imo) so I wanted to talk about the little things about the bloodweave dynamic that I DO like and want to see more of in fic (under the cut).

- the orb means Astarion can't start their relationship transactionally. Gale can't give Astarion blood, and also can't have sex with him (and presumably would refuse casual sex anyway). How would the relationship develop without Astarion being able to rely on the give-and-take, forced instead to just trust Gale will watch his back? Astarion isn't a plans guy, I imagine having to come up with something on the spot (considering none of the other companions are reeaaaally an option either) would lead to a lot more emotional vulnerability as he tries to take a route he has much less experience with. Not to mention that the flirty and standoffish front isn't exactly going to endear him to Gale, who approves of the capable, loyal, and righteous. How long can Astarion pretend to be invested in Gale's wellbeing before it becomes true?

- they both have bad ascension endings, but different natural outcomes. Gale is considered the more morally upstanding one, but in their solo states (without the player's influence) Gale will go through with ascension and Astarion won't. Would they goad each other on? Gale disapproves of Astarion's ascension, using arguments that could apply to himself about the personal sacrifice and loss of the soul. Would Astarion flip them around, become defensive? Their dynamic could mean the power hungry character ending up discouraging the pursuit of godhood, or the two of them hurtling over the edge together. Or, maybe, Astarion encouraging Gale to ascend and having to trust him to return.

- they're the party members with the most life experience, and they're also both pretty well-educated (even if Astarion's law qualifications may well have expired by the events of the game). He spent his time under Cazador sewing (like Gale in his Baldur's Gate epilogue) and learning languages (of which Gale knows four). They have enduring common interests beyond their circumstances. Gale can help Astarion rediscover the latent nerd potential he lost when he died, and lord knows he would love to pick his brain for a first hand account of the mid-to-late 12th century.

- Astarion recently regained hope for his future when the tadpole freed him, Gale recently lost all of it. While act 1 is a continuous series of positive discoveries for Astarion (tadpole frees him from cazador -> ceremorphosis is held off by the dream visitor -> tadpole can be controlled), Gale's life gets worse with time as his treatment stops working. It's a dynamic that could give Gale hope, force Astarion to practise empathy, or put them completely at odds.

- Astarion's all-encompassing desire to reclaim his life could be inspiring to Gale. Moreover, I imagine seeing just how passive Gale is about his death would infuriate him. To have so little regard for his real, mortal, free life? It's a great source of angst, and also a great starting point for Gale to start wanting to live again. Because after learning about Astarion's past he would agree, he'd recognise how much value a mortal life was supposed to have. He'd think himself ungrateful or impolite for entertaining the idea of throwing it away when Astarion would give anything to have what he had. This would lead to guilt, and potentially self-loathing, unless someone was there to help pick up the pieces.

- If Astarion meets Oblodra before Gale's act 2 romance scene, (or for a fanfic plot, just before Gale is confident enough to confess) they most likely won't have sex until the graveyard scene in late act 3 (or the post-ascension equivalent). It means that rather than the fuckfest we so often see from bloodweave fics, the relationship is almost entirely a slow-burning, emotionally intimate affair. I'd really love to see that play out, the progression from semi-horny yearning on both parts as the orb keeps them apart, to two love confessions that are followed by the both of them experiencing non-sexual intimacy for the first time in years. I doubt Mystra was one to hug her chosen, after all, or hold their hands.

I just love a bg3 ship that forces the characters to take different actions than they do in canon. It makes me feel like I'm developing a broader understanding of the characters, you know?

[bokettochild]

Okay, you wanted asks.

What is your favorite headcanon about Sky?

What would he do if he found out he was related to Legend ( and not currently imprisoned and in danger like in that fic)? Would he be happy or sad that another of his descendants had to suffer his fate?

Get well soon!

Favorite Sky headcannon? Golly, I have a lot, but one that makes me really happy is that he and his family are all really good at fiber arts, and while he's not much for knitting/crochet, he is amazing at embroidery. Like, he genuinely enjoys it,a ND he can and will add embroidery to almost any piece of fabric you give him unless it will cause direct problems to do so.

I also like the idea that he tries to write poetry, is abysmally bad at it, knows he's bad at it, but still tries <3

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As for the Legend thing. If he'd found out in better circumstances, with the framework of "guess who's your descendant!" rather than "because I'm your descendant, I have a price on my head" he probably would have taken it better.

I really think Sky wants kids. Not right now, of course, since he and Sun are both dealing with a lot and adding a small child to the mix would be terrible, but they definitely dream of having a house full of little ones one day. While he's a bit young to suddenly be the ancestor to a teenager, the confirmation that he'll be a dad, and also meeting a descendant who's as great as Legend is would be very precious to him. In better circumstances, and maybe stumbled into rather than laid bare in all the bloody detail, I think Sky would be ecstatic after he got past that initial shock of "crap I'm a dad".

Now, it would be a bit weird of course, because he'd see Time being a dad to his descendant and have a bit where he had to figure out his relationship with Legend again, trying to find balance knowing that they're family and thus that he's "supposed to be the adult", but considering Legend's pretty well grown (or at least acts as though he is most of the time), I think, give time, space and a healthy environment, they'd sort of just decide to be friends instead except on the rare occasion where it actually becomes relevant. They're pretty close in age after all, so trying to parent someone only a few years younger would be weird for both of them. Now, if Legend needed a safe person Sky'd jump in, and yeah, he probably gets more defensive and worries ore for Legend than he would have before, because there's no direct responsibility, but I think he'd be okay at not becoming stifling or pushy about it.

I do actually intend to play with this dynamic in the Crown Amidst Courage fic I'm writing, and sort of did the same in the Feathered AU, so I definitely will be releasing content soon for these two (Sky is currently ranking as my #3 and I am getting majorly attached rn LOL)

Thanks for the ask!!!!

[brookstolemybrand]

Saw this post and I don't really want to respond to it directly because 1) it's old, 2) it's clearly meant to be funny and not taken overly seriously (and I don't have any actual beef with it to be absolutely clear)

But it did get me thinking

Like firstly yeah it makes sense that Sabo would be the real hoodlum and Ace the more respectable one at heart, just because Ace was never even given a chance to be a Good Kid while Sabo actively chose not to be one

We have no way of knowing what Ace would have been like if he'd been (for example) allowed to grow up peacefully with his biological mum without being persecuted for his biological dad's crimes. He was given no choice except to become a delinquent, that was the only option available to him

Sabo had every chance in the world to grow up to be a respectable and polite gentleman, he was given all the education and training and a status that was apparently high enough to even rise all the way up to royalty (as proven by Sterry), but he didn't want it so he said fuck that and actively chose to become a Bad Kid

So yeah, it makes sense Sabo is the more rebellious one, the one who has less respect for authority, because unlike for Ace, for him this was all a choice

Under different circumstances, maybe Ace would even have become a marine like Garp wanted, who knows. Sabo was never going become a respectable gentleman, much less a king

That said, it's worth noting that it's not like Sabo was doing well at home. He was unloved, he struggled fitting the mould he was expected to fit, he felt trapped. He was driven to lash out just like Ace was, just in a different way. In Sabo's case it was about him not fitting into society because of who he was. Ace wasn't allowed to even try to fit in, because of who his dad was

I don't actually think either of them is the more "responsible" one, though. Because they're both responsible in different ways, they just have different priorities:

Like that post I reblogged earlier talks about Dragon sacrificing his personal relationships for the cause, that's kinda what I think Sabo is doing too, at least to some extent

Here's my take:

Ace is the more responsible one when it comes to interpersonal relationships, but Sabo feels a responsibility for the whole world

I mean he IS still reckless about it but well, so was Ace about his own responsibilities

I get it though, this is more about making the point that Ace is not the rude miscreant of the two and Sabo isn't the polite and peaceful one, Ace just looks like a hoodlum (... which he is, to be fair, he's a pirate) and Sabo like a gentleman (which he also kinda is but only due to an accident of birth) but that doesn't indicate anything about their personalities

Ace is the polite one, and Sabo is the rude one. Ace is friendly and caring despite appearances, and Sabo is kind of vicious and ruthless despite his gentle demeanour. And Ace might be a pirate but when we meet him he's trying to maintain stability and order (among pirates, but still), while Sabo might be a nobleman but when we meet him, he's actively trying to start a revolution to overthrow the government

And Ace is the one who stepped up to take care of Luffy and to look after him, while Sabo fucked off to the sea and joined a rebel militia

I just don't think "responsibility" is the right term for the distinction, I guess? Because as I said, I think Sabo is actually still motivated by a sense of responsibility. I mean that was also why he decided to leave Luffy and Ace in the first place, thinking that him being friends with them was putting them in danger, but I also think he was feeling a more general sense of responsibility as a member of the upper class who caused all this suffering in the first place

I actually wonder if it's a thing with both Sabo and Dragon because one was born a noble and the other is a former marine (and son of a navy hero), that they feel like they have to commit to the cause to make up for their origins?

And Sabo cares about this even to the point where he's willing to sacrifice his own dream of freedom to fight for the freedom of others. This wasn't what he wanted after all: he wanted to be a pirate, just like Luffy and Ace, and he could have chosen to follow that dream when he regained his memories but he didn't, because he decided that the revolution was more important

[sammorallee]

i don't even remember when i finished them i think several weeks ago but.

meet the Mayday twins // my Veroval fankids

they are both adults! tho im pretty bad at drawing characters that look older that idk maybe 16-17 no matter how i try lol

idk how old they are in hellish years but basically like... 24+,y.o. adults kind of age range

Scarlette Mayday (the youngest twin) — is a pretty hyperactive and cheerful person. They (really) enjoy music, growing wild plants and changing their mind frequently. Like, changing their mind is their passion. Scarlette, unlike Verosika, is pretty chill with break ups and changing relationships (even settled ones), which Verosika is (maybe strangely) very proud of.

Her friends and family would most likely describe Scarlette as a "sweetheart", as she's usually kind and supportive, but when needed, they can show their sharp nature and act like a real meanie.

She does have some "super cool demon powers" as she says. The most important of her abilities is the flexibility of her body and arms. She's an excellent dancer — in any genre, if you ask — and her dancing, besides being mesmerizing, can literally hypnotize, which she often takes advantage of when she wants a one-night stand or something.

Some of her ex partners will say that she is a monster, some will say that they have never seen such support after such a rough breakup (she is a therapist for those who have had their hearts broken by her), and some will say that their relationships with her were the best of their lives.

Scarlett is not looking for and is unlikely to be looking for a long-term partner. Many of their former partners remain their close friends.

If you ask, yes, she was named Scarlette instead of Scarlet just because Velevette wanted her to be more like herself.

Scarlet is faeflux and abrosexual.

She has a tendency to munch on lots of delicious food and frankly, she's proud of it.

Sage Mayday (the oldest twin) — is the complete opposite of their sibling. Although reserved and not particularly sociable, under the right circumstances Sage still makes contact with others quite easily — their nature doesn't allow otherwise. But he does not intentionally seek contact and relationships with others.

Sage wasn't always like this. As his sibling would say, he "hadn't ever outgrown his teenage phase". However, the restraint and resilience in their character allows Sage to make rather cold-blooded but important decisions when needed.

Sage rarely uses his ability, but he is easily able to materialize any objects or creatures from sketches he draws. They have a pet, which, though no one has ever seen (not even his own sister), that Sage created himself. They describe it as "an entity similar to an Earth cat, with three pairs of paws and three pairs of eyes, a fox tail and parrot-like wings hidden under a ton of fur".

They may have a few murders under their belt that their parents don't know about, but it's hard to count the exact number because some of them were committed not by Sage himself, but by his creatures.

Sage is demi-rose (demiace + demiaro), androgyne and omniflux.

They're not very skilled romantically, tho they assume that in a relationship they'd have been an amazing partner (at least that what their mums tell them).

Although Sage can basically find anyone attractive at some point, he's really into transgender girls in particular.

There can be disagreements between the two twins and the ongoing battle for parental attention from childhood (the usual sibling stuff), but they are still each other's main support. Even though it's hard to hurt both of them — Scarlett doesn't care much for anyone's opinion, and Sage often doesn't take anyone he doesn't know well seriously — if it can be done.... One can only sympathize, because they can and will gnaw for each other (perhaps even literally)

There are no favourite kids in this household, too! So Velvette and Verosika both found their quarrels on that matter silly from the beginning.

im pretty bad at creating OCs imo (especially at creating fankids) but yeah i hope this doesn't look as messy as it seems to me

sorry if there's any typos i've got no sleep

[yuyusuyu]

blurred lines and lies — 01. a line throughout the years

synopsis. you were always with yeosang, hips stuck together and hands glued to each other. he was all you knew and you were all he knew too for a while, but then you both grew up, one moving at a faster pace than the other. yeosang left you behind to awkwardly navigate the rest of an adventure—high school—without him while he embarked on a new one—college—by himself. the line of being best friends blurred somewhere along the way, and you find yourself crying on the night he promises to be someone else's because you love him. you've always loved kang yeosang ever since the days where he was trying to figure out who he was (an awkward and painful era for any teenager in middle school), loved him ever since his voice began cracking as it's tone deepened, loved him ever since he took you to that stupid and overpriced school dance in middle school despite not liking being in a huge crowd, you loved him ever since he began to become a quiet and reserved man. you hoped to be on the other side of things for once, on the other side of the line of being just best friends with kang yeosang; you realize now that it was stupid of you to ever have that sort of hope. and while you began to calm down, you wonder about what it's like being on the other side of a friendship. you don't know, but you hope to find out as you embark an adventure without him. but you didn't realize what it would it do to you and yeosang, and what it would do to you and choi jongho, your other best friend.

warnings. mentions of food. if there's anything i should add, please let me know!

wc. 0.7

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EVER since the beginning, it was just you and him.

you and yeosang.

yeosang and you.

it's weird, now that you think about it, how you managed to become friends with him. he was older than you by two years so you never saw him at school and you never interacted with him. your mom likes to say that it's because your family moved next door to his family, and how she and yeosang’s mom were childhood best friends and are still as such even now.

“it was purely a coincidence,” your mom told you once while you washed the dishes. “i didn’t know we were neighbors until i walked out at the same time she did with her son.”

yes, maybe your mom was right to a certain extent. you guys did, most definitely, meet each other because of each other’s moms, but becoming friends was another thing entirely. you think it's because yeosang just wanted to have someone around (you know you're right because yeosang never answers when you ask him about this).

regardless of the circumstances, you and yeosang were always together. you guys just clicked, falling into each other like puzzle pieces. at the age of six and eight, you and yeosang would have playdates, one of you two going to the other’s home after finishing homework and playing until it was time for one to go take a bath.

at the age of ten and twelve, yeosang began to grow into himself and you were always there to lend your shoulder to him as he struggled to voice his thoughts. when you entered middle school, yeosang had just entered his final year there. you wanted to experience everything middle school had to offer, your enthusiasm extending over to the overpriced middle school dance. even though yeosang had just grown accustomed to his introvertive ways, he still bought tickets with his allowance and took you to the dance, both of you leaving early—because it sucked—and spending the night over at yeosang’s while the two of you shared a bucket of vanilla ice cream—because yeosang hated strawberries—while making fun of how bad the dance was.

at the age of fourteen and sixteen, you had entered your final year of middle school while yeosang was in his second year of high school. you were starting to learn about yourself just as yeosang finally finished learning about who he was. yeosang was there to lend you his shoulder just as you did years ago. then it was your middle school graduation. you had been feeling sad, knowing yeosang wouldn’t be able to make it because he had finals that day. while you walked to receive your middle school certificate, you heard the one voice you wanted to hear. when your eyes looked everywhere in the gym as you walked back to your seat, it was then that you saw yeosang by the doors, holding a stupidly large bouquet of flowers that both of you knew would die within a week. he smiled a smile so big that you found your heart leaping and wanting to run over to him. it was then that fourteen year old you knew that you felt something for him.

at the age of sixteen and eighteen, you were in your second year of high school and yeosang was in his last. though you were sad that he’d be leaving soon, you were so excited for him. you couldn’t wait to know what school he’d get into, couldn’t wait to see him walk and get his diploma while you’d give him a stupidly large bouquet of flowers that you both knew would die within a week, and you just couldn’t wait to see who he’d become and what he’d do after graduating. you were there for him every step of the way, you were there when he got an email from his dream college. you saw how he nervously opened the email and ended up hugging you and spinning you around from how happy he was that he got in. you were there to help him study for his finals, you were there when he finally went to his first and last prom that year, you were there when he finally walked and got his diploma and finally gave him that stupidly large bouquet of flowers.

but at the age of seventeen and nineteen, things changed.

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BLURRED LINES AND LIES | yuyusuyu 2023

[everlastingremorse-blog]

God, robot dreams was such a good movie. An absolutely beautiful film. God damn I fucking loved it.

I think it’s a metaphor for moving on from a relationship. Not necessarily romantic but the romance is also there.

The two main characters “break up” because of circumstance. One gets sick, and they are separated by time. They’re no longer able to spend time together.

But they keep thinking about each other. After their break up, dog goes a little wild and does something illegal. Robot lingers on the different scenarios that could happen. Maybe he (and I’m using male pronouns, though idk if the robot is actually male) gets ignored when he tries to visit, or he gets replaced by someone exactly like him. Your ex breaks up with you and then you seem him (once again, idk if dog is male) with someone exactly like you.

Though, robot moves on from those two. Moved onto a story about himself. And dog is still there. In the abstract. But he dances with flowers.

But they both move on and get changed. Dog starts trying to find other relationships. He does stuff he’s not good at, or find people to help with new things. Sure the people he met there move on, but so is he. And Robot gets hurt. Loses a part of himself. Is taken apart and destroyed. But then he meets someone new, who helps rebuild him. Who helps him turn into a version of himself he didn’t know he could be.

But dog hasn’t moved on. Not completely. He’s waited and now he’s ready to be in the relationship. And he expects that robot will be there, because dog was told that’s when robot would be available.

But Robot has moved on. Not by any choice of his own, but because life is like that sometimes.

And Dog keeps searching. Holding onto the photos. Holding onto the pieces of a person they leave behind being in your life. Until he realizes it’s a fool’s errand. He has no leads. He has no avenues to contact this person. It was time for him to find a new friend.

But they see each other. By complete coincidence, but they do. And Robot can’t help but dream of them being together. Of him rushing down to see his ex. But then what? They hug… but what comes after the big moment in a romance? What after that.

So instead, he play their song. And Dog hears it. And so they dance. They dance as if they are together. Because they are! For that one moment, they are connected by their past. Even though they have changed, they are still the same. And the pieces that meld together still meld, even if they aren’t together right now.

But Robot can’t fully commit. He won’t. He’s moved on, and he’s still afraid to see his ex. They didn’t end on bad terms. They ended because they couldn’t move together. Couldn’t move in the same direction. But it still hurts, and robot has someone else he holds hands with. So he hides. And lets dog wonder. Because that’s an ending he can be happy with.

AND I DIDN’T EVEN MENTION THE BIRDS!!!!!!!!!!

[theidiotwhowritesthings]

I just have to get this off my chest:

I had a dream about Pedro Pascal last night 😭😭😭

He was like dropping me off at a bus station, we probably went on a date that night and it was getting late. Then, a few minutes later the bus came and he was like "you know what, I'm gonna come with you just so I can make sure you get home safely and we can spend a little time more with each other" and I was like "uhhh okay sure" then he held my hand and got on the bus 😭😭

When we got to our seat, he put his arms around me. We locked eyes for a bit AND THEN HE KISSED ME 😭😭😭

and then I woke up lol i got it bad for Pedro Pascal. Do what you want this information 🙈🙈🙈

I will. I will do what I want.

Din Djarin x Reader

Word Count: 1490

Warning, I did not proof read this my friends

Summary: Saved by a silver lining. What should've been a nightmare felt more like a dream, but everyone has to wake up eventually.

You were a firm believer that every terrible event had a bright side. Every storm cloud had a silver lining. For example, yes your father had made a shitty deal with a band of spice smugglers which put your entire family in debt, then he went and died leaving the loan payment in your name, and said spice smugglers decided they were going to even the odds by beating the kriffing hell out of you. Terrible, terrible event. The silver lining? You got saved by a mysterious Mandalorian who somehow managed to change your entire life in the span of weeks. Maker, he was even dressed in silver armor. The universe was not being subtle with this bright side.

If someone asked you why the Mandalorian decided to help you out, you would have no answer for them. Maybe you looked really pathetic when a few of the spice smugglers cornered you in a dark alley on the wrong side of Mos Eisley. Maybe he had just been really bored that day. Regardless, he stormed into the alley like an act of the gods and saved your pitiful existence. Then, the oddest thing, he continued to do so.

The spice smugglers hadn't given up, they sent more after you, and Mando (the aptly named Mandalorian) stayed by your side. For two long weeks, he fought off every single smuggler that tried to kill you while escorting you to a safer place to live. Granted, his safer place had been a little green planet named Sorgan and the smugglers had followed you there to raise hell, but it was the thought that counted. Mando even helped you travel all the way back to Tatooine.

Despite your life being in danger the entire time, you found yourself enjoying the time. It wasn't the circumstance, it was the man. Mando brought you peace in more ways than one. There was something about his presence that calmed you. You hoped he enjoyed your company rather than just put up with you. There was no need for him to keep protecting you so that meant he had to like you at least a little. Mando liked you enough to open up a bit. You knew he had a son, one that was lost to him (though he didn't elaborate on details and you didn't push since it obviously was a painful topic to him), and you had learned a good about his culture-- his creed.

Your point was, the two of you connected just enough that saying good-bye saddened you. To the degree that you were almost disappointed that the smugglers had given up on revenge. Mando had put a dent in their numbers enough that they realized you weren't worth it. Now, it was time to separate and you were disappointed by this fact.

"I can't thank you enough." You wrapped your arms around your body. "Without you, Mando, I..." You chuckled. "It would've been bad." Mando gave you slight nod of his head. "Plus, meeting the daimyo was pretty cool to, I'm not gonna lie."

"Glad to be of service. For both situations." Mando chuckled. Your journey had ended at the daimyo's castle because apparently he knew the man personally, and you got to enjoy a feast. Returning back to your simple, small home in Mos Eisley ws going to be difficult for multiple reasons now.

The droid controlling the landspeeder beeped behind you and you couldn't help but glance over your shoulder at the otherwise empty ship. The suns in the distance were beginning to dip below the horizon.

"Well, this is officially good-bye." You turned back to Mando. Suddenly nervous, you stuck your hand out for a handshake. Mando stared at it for what felt like forever.

Finally, he took your hand in his gloved ones, but rather than shake it he held it tight and walked toward the landspeeder beside you. He used your hand to help you step over the edge and into the vehicle. Mando released your hand and you immediately missed the warmth of his touch. However, Mando caught you off guard by dropping into the seat beside you.

You stared at him, unable to ask the question present in your mind, but Mando shook his head. "I just want to make sure you get home safely. I can always take the landspeeder back." He shifted in his seat an air of awkward energy surrounding you both. "Unless, you'd rather spend this time alone."

"Not at all. I think I'd like a little extra time with you." You admitted.

Mando's entire body seemed to sag in relief and after motioning for the droid to begin moving he leaned back into his seat. When the landspeeder picked up in it's speed, the bubble shield formed around the ship to prevent the course sand from whipping into your faces.

"What will you do now?" You asked. "You'll have a lot of extra time without me around to cause trouble."

Mando chuckled. "I'm not sure. I... I haven't given it much thought." He paused briefly before giving you a small shrug. "Maybe I'll try to visit Grogu."

You recognized his son's name and a wide smile filled your features. "I think that's a good idea."

A comfortable silence settled between the two of you. Mando shifted once more and you felt his arm rest on the back of your seat. It wasn't a new position. There had been many a night where you fell asleep by a fire nestled into his side. it was why it felt so natural to lean into him. There was no need for further words. That was the beauty of your relationship with him. His presence alone was satisfying enough that it never bothered you that he wasn't a man of many words. The words he did say had so much power over you that it didn't really matter.

When the landspeeder reached the city it was dark, and it only took the ship a few minutes to travel down the streets until it reached the outside of your home. It landed, the droid beeped to signal the conclusion of the journey, but neither of you moved an inch. You shifted just enough to stare up at Mando's visor.

He turned to look down at you. "What are you thinking about, cyar'ika?"

"I'm thinking..." You took in a shaky breath. "I'm thinking I wish I could kiss you." Mando's arm tightened around you, his body stiffened, and you felt immediate dread. You shook your head and tried to lean back. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable--"

"Stop." Mando replied. His modulated voice a hoarse whisper. You felt his hand brush against your shoulder. Slowly, his other rose to his helmet. Your eyes widened at the action. The street was dark enough that your vision was imperfect, but there was enough light that you wouldn't be blind. You spoke out, ready to stop him, but Mando sighed. "It's alright. I want this."

With those final words, his helmet was lifted off his head. You couldn't make out details of his features, but you could see shapes. His silhouette was mesmerizing and you lifted a hand to where his cheek was. It hovered there until Mando gave you a small nod. When your hand settled on the side of his face he let out a shuddering sigh of relief. There was stubble under your fingers. You let them trace over his cheekbone, down his aquiliine nose, over his lower lip.

Mando breathed out a string of Mando'a. His unmodulated voice filled with admiration. It sounded like a whispered prayer. Unable to wait a second more, you leaned in and let your lips lightly brush against his. Mando sucked in a sharp breath, his entire frame trembling once, and then he leaned in further to deepen the kiss. It was simple and sweet. Not an action born of lust, but one meant to convey a more pure emotion. It was a silent good-bye. Without words, you were saying 'thank you'. You were saying 'I will miss you'. You were saying 'Please don't forget me'.

You pulled away just enough to separate your lips from his, but stayed close enough to feel his warm breath. A lump had formed in your throat and tears were forming in your eyes. Suddenly, you were thankful for the darkness that kept you from truly looking at the man who had changed every aspect of your life. It was keeping him from being witness to your sadness. You picked up his helmet from his lap and carefully settled it back in place. Before you grew too weak to walk away, you pressed a light kiss to the side of his helmet and then climbed out of the landspeeder.

Being with the Mandalorian for the time you had felt like a dream, but all dreams come to an end.

[sxcret-garden]

Keonhee ღ Solitude [M]

ღ Oneus Keonhee x fem-bodied!reader ღ words: ~3.2k ღ genre: friends to lovers but not really, smut (soft dom!Keonhee, unprotected sex, fingering, marking, nipple play, choking, multiple orgasms) ღ warnings: alcohol consumption & they’re implied to be tipsy while having sex

Desc.: It’s when his love interest suddenly begins to distance herself that your close friend Keonhee finds himself feeling unbearably lonely. You decide to visit him eventually, and that visit turns out quite different from what you had expected.

It shouldn’t have come to this. You know what you’re doing is wrong, but then why does it feel so right when his lips are pressed against yours, his hand resting at the back of your neck to keep you in place? You both withdraw as slowly as he had leaned in, but the distance you bring between your faces remains small, just enough so your eyes can focus on the other’s. The reflection in his pupils has changed - they’re not dull and lonely anymore, but filled with flaming desire.

“We shouldn’t-” you protest, but you do nothing to escape him when he presses another kiss on your lips. 

You and Keonhee have known each other for ages - not long enough to call yourselves childhood friends, but definitely long enough to know the other like the back of your hand. Or so you thought. You always knew what he’s like - a bit weird, friendly, occasionally a menace, easily startled, and always there when you need an open ear to talk to or a shoulder to cry on. And you did cry on his shoulder quite a lot over the years - like when you messed up an important exam or when your first boyfriend broke up with you. Time and time again the roles get reversed too, and it’s him crying on your shoulder - though he tends to cry over less impactful events than you do (like when the main guy in a drama he watched finally confessed to his love interest). Ever since you two met, he’s always been there in some way or form, and one day you realized that somewhere along the way he must’ve grown up and sometimes he made your heart beat just a little faster. And then came the day you had to admit to yourself that maybe you might have a tiny bit of a crush on him. And from then on he had been nothing but a menace to you, because you hated the way he made your heart race.

That’s why you’re even more surprised that he was the one who kissed you first. It’s not that you’re not aware of how stupid this is, especially without having a proper conversation about it first. But you also don’t want to tell him to stop, not after he already cut you off once. 

Originally, you were simply here to visit him. You know he’s been talking to a girl for a while, and they had gone on a few dates before she suddenly distanced herself. She stopped replying to his messages immediately, she would call off dates with him to meet up with her friends instead, and in general she’s trying to keep him at an arm’s length. So naturally, he came to you. Keonhee would tell you about how lonely it’s making him feel, how not even meeting up with his other friends helps ease that feeling a bit, and he’d whine quite a bit too. You try not to blame him for that - you know he’s the type to whine about unfortunate circumstances, at least when he’s with you. But it does annoy you a little bit that you keep hearing the guy you unfortunately have a crush on talk about how much he misses a girl who’s obviously making an effort to erase him from her life. Either way, you felt like you had to do something to help him, and so you decided to surprise him by simply showing up at his doorstep. He let you in with an expression of relief, and you felt bad for him when you saw how much this whole situation seems to be eating away at him really.

You did what you always do then - you talked, you watched a movie, you got snacks and some soju, and you talked some more, until he suddenly kissed you out of a drunken fervour - or so you tell yourself. Or maybe it wasn’t all that sudden, because he talked about the girl prior to that, and about how he missed having that kind of relationship with someone. Though the two of them aren’t officially dating and it’s not looking too good for your friend, there’s still a tiny voice at the back of your head telling you that it’s not right of him to kiss someone else.

“Keonhee, what are we doing?” You manage to pose the question before he can shut you up again.

“…kissing?” he answers bluntly, a certain kind of innocence reflecting in his gaze, as if he didn’t know why that might be wrong.

“Friends don’t do that,” you say. “Also, what about the girl you’re talking to?”

“Friends can do that,” he argues, ignoring your question.

“But-”

“I’m lonely,” he says, interrupting your complaint again as he sits back, retreating from your personal space, and why does a part of you not like that? You’re positioned on his bed - conveniently, considering what just happened, and what your hormones are telling you to make happen, despite your logic screaming at you not to. “Like… I’ve been lonely even before this whole situation…”

“But I thought… shouldn’t you still be like… loyal to that girl?” you ask, because you think it’s the right thing you should be saying, while also being a bit afraid of his response.

“She hasn’t replied to my messages in five days,” Keonhee answers, looking quite unimpressed and a little sulky. “But I guess that’s okay. If she keeps ignoring me then at least I can pretend I never liked her to begin with.”

“Huh?” His words come as a surprise to you, but the way he apologetically smiles more at himself and then at you tells you that he must really be over her attitude by now. “But you shouldn’t give up so easily!” you answer nevertheless. 

“If she’s given up on me, then why would I keep hoping for more?” he counters with a question. “I guess I miss the feeling of liking someone more than I miss her…” Your friend turns his head to the side to look at you, and he draws closer again. “So… I guess I wanted to kiss you because I’m lonely,” he explains, his gaze wandering to your mouth. Subconsciously, you lick your bottom lip in response, before starting to sweat in fear he might’ve taken that as a sign.

But why are you so afraid of him finding out about your crush anyway?

“That means… it meant nothing?” you dare to ask. “The kiss.” He meets your gaze now, and your heart skips a beat. You hope he didn’t notice you sucking in a breath, but then the next second he cups your face with his hand again, and blood rushes to your cheeks.

“Does that matter?” He sounds very unlike himself right now, but you’re not sure how to reply to him in your current position. When you make no efforts to shake him off, he kisses you again. You hate yourself a little for the way you enjoy feeling his lips on yours, but when his kiss becomes more demanding, you lose your train of thought and simply give in to the butterflies rushing through your entire body. You’re breathless when he releases you, and you feel yourself becoming weak in the knees when he shows you a different expression that you’ve never seen before. It tells you that he wants more, that he’s not done here, just like you aren’t - even though the voice of reason is still trying to convince you otherwise.

“You’re not usually like this,” you breathe, and you earn yourself a smirk from him.

“You like it?” His bold question leaves you speechless. You wait for the next kiss in suspense, until he moves away from you, frowning. “No?” Unsure what has suddenly come over you, you move forward without thinking, and your lips crash against his. You throw your arms around his shoulders as the kiss grows deeper, and eventually you part to give him a verbal response as well.

“I like it.” You merely whisper the words, and the grin he gives you makes it clear that he already knew the answer. 

“Then we can keep going, can’t we?” he mutters the words against your mouth, and once he’s done speaking, he immediately kisses you again. You find a faint taste of the sweet alcohol still lingering on his lips. As your open mouthed kisses become more heated, he reaches behind his shoulders to take a hold of your wrists, and when he pushes you backwards to pin your hands to the bed above your head, your lips are torn apart for but a second. Now hovering above you, he keeps kissing you, leaving you unable to process the position you’re in right away.

“Keonhee…” you call out his name when you part for a moment, but you fail to form any coherent sentence to follow that up with.

“Hmm?” he hums, smiling as his lips meet yours. 

“Just…” You don’t know what to say. You sure as hell aren’t going to tell him about the only thing that's on your mind right now - that you’ve been wanting this for so long. So you stay silent, and you merely shoot him a pleading look, to which he responds with yet another kiss on your lips, before burying his face in your neck and starting to leave kisses there. His soft lips against the sensitive skin give you chills, and when he unexpectedly starts to nibble just below your earlobe, you let out a tiny moan.

“If you give me a hickey I’ll kill you,” you manage to complain, and you hear your friend chuckle.

“Nobody will see it. You can stay at my place until it fades,” he retorts. You don’t say anything to that, and if you’re completely honest you don’t even want to think about if that is because you can’t argue with him, or because you don’t want to. Keonhee goes back to nibbling on your skin, and you bite your lower lip to keep any more moans from escaping you.

You’re supposed to be against this. Instead, you find yourself craving more. When you throw your head back into the pillow, stretching your neck to give him better access, you can hear him hum against your skin. One hand still keeping your wrists in place above your head, he brings the other down to cup your face as he lifts his head to look at you. Half-lidded eyes are scanning the mark on your throat, before his gaze finds yours. Your lips quiver as he runs his thumb over your mouth, and he speaks up.

“Is it okay if we keep going?” The question catches you off guard, and for a second all you can do is blink at him blankly.

“I-… You’re asking that now?!” He shoots you an apologetic grin - it’s that innocent expression he usually gives you after making a minor mistake, or when he feels awkward about something, and you immediately feel your heart melt a little at the sight. The look you give him grows soft, and you nod. Not wasting even a second, Keonhee leans in again, his lips brushing against yours. You lose yourself in a surprisingly gentle kiss, and when your tongues meet, a moan slips past your lips and you feel the heat growing at your core. His hand glides from your jaw to your chest, cupping your boob through your shirt and bra. Frustration hits you once his lips part from yours.

“Let me take it off,” you say, voice soft but stern. He lets go of your wrists and he sits up to make space for you to do the same. You don’t miss the way he takes in the sight of you after peeling off your shirt, and the way he licks his lips as he lets his eyes scan your features. You’d known each other for so long, but he’s never really seen you change your clothes, and even when you were in a bikini, you never saw him stare. Maybe he did in secret, but right now he relishes in the sight before him. Pupils growing dark, he shoots you a demanding look, and you slowly let your fingertips travel to your back. Holding eye contact with him, as if to challenge him, you take your sweet time with unclasping your bra, and when you finally toss it to the floor, you see him immediately looking at your breasts.

“Boys just can’t not look at boobs, huh?” you tease him, and you don’t expect him to crash his mouth against yours in response but that’s exactly what happens anyway, while he pushes you back against the mattress with one hand already fondling your chest. You throw your head back with a moan, resulting in breaking your kiss when he starts to knead, but he has his lips reattached to your skin right away. He kisses the corner of your mouth, and then he leaves a trail of lingering kisses down your jaw and along your pulse. When his mouth reaches your chest, you throw your arms around him. Fingers tangled in his hair, you tug at the strands when he starts nibbling and biting the tender flesh in an effort to leave you with yet another hickey. You don’t protest this time - you’re too drunk on his touch and on the way you feel yourself getting more and more turned on. And maybe it’s the soju too, that makes you unwilling to attempt to change anything about this situation.

He finishes his second mark on you and comes back up to share another open mouthed kiss with you, before he sits up for a moment to slip out of his shirt. And though you’ve seen him with a bare upper body before, you’ve never allowed yourself to feel the urge to touch him, and to run your hands all over his pale skin. But now, that you clearly feel the desire to explore his body, you reach out, and when your fingertips come in contact with his abdomen, he flinches.

“They’re cold,” he explains with a smile when he crawls on top of you again. He takes one of your hands into his, and he brings it up to his lips to brush a kiss onto your knuckles. You’re suddenly very aware of how small your hand looks in his - and how big his hands really are. Without thinking, you take a hold of his wrist, and you bring it up to your throat, allowing his fingers to wrap around you. 

“They’re hot,” you breathe, even though his fingertips could never be as warm as the heat that rushes through your body at the thought of having them pressed against your pulse. Keonhee understands, and as he leans in to nibble on your lower lip, he applies just a bit of pressure. You let out a breathy moan at the sensation that lasts for but the blink of an eye, and you whine when you feel his bulge pressing against you as he grinds his hips into yours. A sense of deprivation overcomes you as his hand leaves your throat to travel south instead, but it is soon replaced by a shiver running down your spine when he tugs at the hem of your pants.

“I can’t wait any longer,” he mutters. “I want to touch you already.” Another wave of heat rushes to your lower stomach, and you watch as he discards your pants and underwear in one go. You’re not surprised when his fingers slip inside you with ease, and they come back out coated in your arousal only to push back in to make you throw your head back with a moan of his name. You whine as his long digits pump in and out of you, and when his thumb presses against your clit, drawing circles onto it, you dig your nails into the bedsheets. You look up at him, and you find him drinking up every single one of your reactions and noises as his movements speed up steadily, until he reaches a tempo that you think might just drive you mad if he were to keep going.

“Like that…” you moan. “Exactly like that… fuck…” You find yourself moaning his name over and over again, until your orgasm hits you. Your walls contract around his fingers and you squeeze your eyes tightly shut as you cum hard and he helps you ride out your high. Then he pulls out, licking your juices off his hand, before kissing you to give yourself a taste as well. 

“I never knew you could be this sexy,” he mutters against your lips. “You’re driving me crazy.” He rolls his hips into yours, and the friction of his bulge covered in the rough fabric of his pants makes you whimper and squirm. 

“Y/N,” Keonhee calls out your name, his voice filled with lust, and it causes hot blood to rush through your entire body. “Can I fuck you?”

“I’ve never heard you talk like that before…” you comment, still a bit breathless in the afterglow of your orgasm. “Of course. Please…” He’s quick to take off the remainder of his own clothes, and you unconsciously lick your lips as you watch him wrapping his slender fingers around his length to give himself a few strokes. Then, he aligns himself with your entrance, and after taking both your hands to pin them against the bed next to your head, fingers intertwined, he pushes in. A feeling of pure bliss overcomes you at the way he fills you up so perfectly, and you can’t help but moan his name. He groans, clenching his teeth at the pleasure of finally being inside you.

“Let me know if you’re uncomfortable,” he says, and after you give him a quick nod, he starts thrusting. He goes slow at first, keeping his pace steady, but the more you whine for him to give you more, the faster his movements become. 

“Fuck… feels so good…” you sputter in ecstasy. And then one of his hands suddenly leaves yours, only to wrap around your neck in the next moment, and when you feel him starting to apply pressure, you think you’re gonna cum again on the spot. You feel yourself unable to do anything but submit yourself to him, and so you let him fuck you in a chokehold. Before you know it, your second orgasm takes you by surprise, and you feel your walls clenching around his cock. It doesn’t take long for him to reach his high as well, and with a desperate groan he releases inside you.

The first thing he does after crawling off you is to check if your throat is okay, and to scatter kisses all over just in case. You lie flat on your backs next to each other after that, listening to nothing but the faint sound of the cars outside and each other’s breathing, until you finally break the silence.

“This isn’t what friends do… or is it?” you ask.

“Friends can help each other out sometimes, or not?” Keonhee answers, and you hear a tiny bit of insecurity in his voice.

“I guess, yeah,” you say, and you reach out to take his hand and to give it an encouraging squeeze. “Friends do that.”

[prowerprojects]

I certainly wouldn't be shocked if the VS. Nine episode happens earlier than expected in the last batch. (But if so, that will almost 100% guarantee what ending they go with; despite leaning on one outcome more than other. The fact that the Council attack the other verses practically right away, I knew Nine was likely taking over as main antagonist. The seeds were planted already, but it honestly could have happened the next batch or halfway in THIS one.) I just hope everything lands well enough.

Yeah, there were a few moments; despite the projecting, Sonic teased the idea of Nine meeting Tails. Too bad it wasn't done very formally nor in the best light. But I can believe he still might be somewhat curious. (I have been thinking; should the shatterverses survive, would they actually try to merge them into one world that's separated from Green Hill? {Or they just move to fill up the Grim; if it's still going to be called that by the end} Like a loophole that allows both to coexist akin to two planets.)

True, though he did seem to be warming up the affection by the halfway point even despite that: Still doesn't like being hugged but didn't push Sonic away this time, willingly gave a high-five after discovering he kinda liked it, sticking up for Sonic and more outwardly concern for his wellbeing. (Yeah, though it's completely possible they could have met under different circumstances. A two-tailed fox might not be normal, but a fox with multi mechanical tails isn't normal either and probably would have caught Sonic attention regardless. Maybe not to stop and chat, but definitely to observe. Who knows.)

Hmm, now that he does have the shards, I wonder if they'll have Nine be curious enough to give his counterparts another look. (Specifically, their friendships with their groups. Now that he's fully aware, should the thought of having a similar past go through his head. Should he have second thoughts about having companions, or would it double down on his heartbreak? 8 episodes left and I'm more confident in a Tails x 3 episode than one where Nine gives friendship a second chance under different people. Heck, he might build his own friend instead, but I digress.)

Nine as an antagonist would be interesting to see, though I'm expecting halfway through the next third of the season the real "Big Bad" would be tge bottomless pit, so we'll probably get the real Nine confrontation in ep4-5.

Yeah, I do wonder. I'm still thinking of the Shatterverse counterparts as the "shards" of the original characters, and think they would all need to be combined to restore everything, so it's a bit confusing for me how they could exist with the ogs also coming back. Though maybe they'll work something out or I'm just misunderstanding the situation.

Oh, I don't doubt he liked the affection. It's just there was so much and so suddenly, it was overwhelming and stopped him from actually thinking and realizing what's going on.

This is the face Nine makes when Sonic talks about him meeting Tails. His ass is not processing. He kept being in denial until he straight up heard from Sonic that their plans were different, even though he already started to pick up on the signs.

(Well, Nine was trying to be stealthy and Sonic only saw him because he was deliberately looking, and then they were only able to talk because Sonic was able to break in into his lab (because he had the same password as Tails). Well, who knows how that would have gone. Prime Sonic isn't the most observant)

Hey, you know, Nine did say that "the only person he could trust is himself", and he already realized that Sails and Mangey are different versions of him (since he was also able to realize that Shadow is not a different version of Sonic), so maybe he would trust them? Mangey already learned a lesson about how you need to communicate and talk about your feelings, maybe he'll be able to explain it to Nine (I don't think Sails had learned any kind of lesson, the pirates keep being manipulated by Dread with no consequences. I don't know how to connect it to Sonic & Nine's conflict without making it seem like he's obligated to forgive Sonic, which he isn't)

[aeoki]

White Brim - Battle Royal: Chapter 10

Location: Forest (night) Characters: Tsukasa & Eichi

Eichi: You’re rather cloy, Tsukasa-kun. Maybe Keito influenced you in a bad way at the kendo club.

Tsukasa: Hasumi-senpai has nothing to do with this! Please don’t try to change the subject!

Eichi: I’ve been talking on the same topic for the entire time. If you think the things I say are vague, then I think you’re the problem here, seeing as you lack the capacity to connect the information together in your head.

Tsukasa: …………

Eichi: Hehe. If you agree with me and can’t say a word, then you can never control the upperclassmen in your strong “Knights”.

If you truly became the “king” – a ruler – then you should learn how foolish it is to listen to everyone’s opinions.

For example, let’s say you had your way here. I’m sure you’re wanting to settle the score with the adorable Touri.

Tsukasa: That’s right! I was very close to cornering him in our previous battle – I shall defeat him with my own two hands the next time we meet!

…We both have our own family circumstances so if it weren’t for this opportunity, then I wouldn’t be able to fight with him head-on. That’s why tonight will be the night we settle things once and for all.

Eichi: Right. We have a fate that’s connected by blood – In other words, a fate we bear as those who were born and raised in those families.

If you and Touri are truly ready to fire at one another, then in the worst-case scenario, it would end up being a bloody war between your families.

It won’t be shrugged off like two highschoolers having an argument because they get on each other’s nerves. That’s not the only position you two hold – You’re also representatives of everything that your family shoulders.

Tsukasa: Yes. I’m fully aware of that, of course.

That’s exactly why up until now, I could only do trivial things such as arguing with that horrid person, so my Frustration is all pent up.

So I’ll take this opportunity to do it.

Eichi: No no. That’s exactly why your wish cannot be granted.

Tsukasa: ………?

Eichi: Let’s talk about the fundamentals, shall we, Tsukasa-kun?

Originally, “Clam Digging” can be traced back to a real tragedy that happened a long time ago in the past.

I don’t know how much your parents or teachers have told you regarding my family’s prosperity.

But even if you did hear of our achievements, I suppose as the victors, the past will always be glorified.

It’s a story from a long, long time ago. As the mannerless invaders who marched right on in to this bountiful land, we drove out the people who were living here peacefully.

And our family was able to thrive by robbing the bounties from the indigenous people.

This is the original sin that all of the “nobles” who have flourished in the Yumenosaki area since long ago share.

This “Clam Digging” game is a ritual that serves to remind us of that bloody history.

Reminding us of the fact that we’re awful and plump fishermen who overhunt the innocent fish.

Tsukasa: …………

Eichi: You want to settle the score between you and your fated rival in a fair one-on-one battle as anyone would from a military family? You must be picturing quite the spectacular heroic tale.

Let’s face reality, Tsukasa-kun. We’re evil demons who one-sidedly trample and devour the weak creatures from an overwhelmingly advantageous position.

As long as you’re a “hunter (fisherman)” and he a “prey (fish)”, you cannot have your battle with Touri. You mustn’t.

That wouldn’t be a triumphant battle. It would simply be one-sided bullying where you beat your hateful rival to death from an advantageous position.

Do you require further explanation as to why I’m stopping you?

Tsukasa: No… My apologies, Onii-sama. I’ve come to my senses now.

I never knew our families bore such a gruesome past.

Eichi: It’s just a fairytale though – I don’t know if it’s based on true facts, just so you know.

Besides, you’re an honest and kind child, so you appear to be hurt after hearing our history.

But the lesson I had learnt from the “Clam Digging” legend is that wrongdoings can be justified.

Tsukasa: …………?

Eichi: Only the victors create history. We just have to spread the history created upon flowery words and pretend we’re secretly repenting in the shadows.

Under the guise of a secret ritual that the commoners know nothing about.

It’ll be like holding a memorial service for those we trampled on – one that soothes our conscience.

We’ll announce that we mustn’t allow another tragedy to unfold all the while we stuff those same mouths with delicious, fresh fish.

I’m moved, Tsukasa-kun. Those clean and pure are dirty and those dirty are clean and pure – It’s all so repulsive that it almost seems beautiful in my eyes.

We cannot learn from our past mistakes. All because we don’t see those actions as mistakes.

And this isn’t some fairytale from the past – It’s something commonplace that still replays itself over and over in our daily lives.

We’ll continue to steal. We’ll flourish by stealing at Yumenosaki, at ES and from others. All the while pretending to repent as that disgusting behaviour becomes justified.

We’ll live on while we eat the weak and use it as sustenance for ourselves.

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[osarina]

Wait rina omg.. so I was listening to Margaret right and, was looking up the meaning for the song AND SOMETHING HIT ME!!

first, it was the fact that the song was made for (and features) Jack Antonoff based on his personal life. And that really had me thinking about the line **"He met Margaret on a rooftop, she was wearin' white. And he was like 'I might be in trouble' He had flashes of the good life, He was like, 'Should I jump off this building now, or do it on the double?'"**

Which I actually couldn't find anything about Jack but, (I think you know where this is going hehe) you know who it does relate to? *our beautiful pm!reader and dazai..*

So here's my thoughts on each line..

**"He met Margaret on a rooftop, she was wearin' white."**— Instead of them meeting, this honestly reminds me of 'A sky full of stars'. I think it's kinda symbolized as pm!reader really met her love for Dazai; which was on a rooftop! As many know White usually symbolizes purity, perfection, honesty, cleanliness, and beginnings, which is exactly what happens; Dazai is panicking, he needs to *perfect* himself, *clean* himself from the old bandages, then he has to be honest with himself due to the fact that this can be about him right now, *purifying* him from his dark mindset at the moment, and pm!reader finds a new *beginning* with her love for him.

**"And he was like I might be in trouble."** — For this one, I'd like to think of Either: Some times all I think about is you, or You and me, but I'm really leaning towards You and me. This is mostly because she feels so terrible about her actions and how she made Dazai act and feel, knowing that when she confronts him she'll be in trouble.

**"He had flashes of a good life, He was like, 'Should I jump off this building now, or do it on the double?'"** — This one really has me thinking of just Dazai in general.. and also I laugh like me again, Maybe both. I say this because in I laugh like me again, Dazai realizes that there's a (big) chance that they can have a good relationship, or life together again, even though the circumstances are extremely different, but it's still (very) possible. The last part is just Dazai and double suicide so, yk..

OKAY SO NOW THE SECOND PART! I also discovered that Margaret was actually written for Jacks wife *Margaret*, and the song was in fact their Wedding song, AND I KNOW YOU HINTED IT (or confirmed it) THAT DAZAI AND PM!READER WILL HAVE A HAPPY ENDING RIGHT???? so is this their happy ending...? Happily married? (⁠⊙⁠_⁠◎⁠)

anyways thanks for listening to another one of my long analysis (I still need to do Wasteland omg..) again and I hope you like it!!

(also I'm so sorry if the format looks weird I forgot how to work Tumblr formats..)

OMGGGGGG GET OUT OF MY HEAD RIGHT NOW BECAUSE I HAVE A FIC LITERALLY BASED ON THOSE FIRST LYRICS JDFHASUIHFASUIDHFHUSD IT'S THE ONE THAT'S ACTUALLY TALKED ABOUT IN A SKY FULL OF STARS - the first time they're on the rooftop together, it's a week or two after dazai officially started his invasion of her apartment and he's on the roof considering jumping in the middle of the night. she was sleeping and woke up and had a bad feeling so went looking for him and found him up there. and i think the lyrics "i might be in trouble" also fit here because later on, dazai acknowledges that this was when he first started falling for her ... i thought it was sweet if they both started falling each other in the same spot under similar but different circumstances </3

ALOSOOOOOOOL ASDFUHASUFASUDFS HOLD ON THE "he had flashes of a good life, should i jump off this building now or do it on the double" ... hear me out, it also fits post-defectionzai in death by a thousand cuts and know its for the better with him considering the what ifs (what if he didn't leave her behind? what if he asked her to come? what if he stayed with her?)

they do in fact have a happy ending <3 i PROMISEEEE pmreader universe will be the only one that doesn't end in tragedy, cross my heart and hope to die

[doppel-doodles]

can i pls get the story behind your oc

Of course,of course!

Pre Jttw:

Well for starters Mings story of course starts with his birth, he and his brother Bai were both born from flowers(Ming was born from white lillies specifically) and their first few years were spent raised by an elderly couple.

The husband was a doctor which was convenient because Mings immune system is as reliable as burning garbage and he's a literal wild child that will square up to anything that looks like he could potentially bite it's ear off, needless to say the old man started to not only treat him but also give him a crash course on medicine as soon as possible in hopes of keeping the boy from having an early meeting with King Yama.

Sadly what little home and family they had didn't last long, due to circumstances they end up pretty much homeless, travelling through the lands having to survive on their own from a pretty young age. There are the occasional nice people that let them stay a few nights but they end up leaving eventually.

During Jttw:

After a few years of living like this, getting into all kinds of mischief and misadventures, this is where they meet the monk, it was probably pretty early in the journey before he even met his disciples. After a nasty demon attack Tang sanzang was left wounded but since luck is always on his side he was found and rescued by a certain pair of brothers who just left the house they were staying in and were just as quick to return with a bleeding monk in tow-

They spent a few more days there looking after him until eventually his attendance came to collect him and continue his journey. Now that probably should have been where they parted ways but Ming being a very committed (self proclaimed) doctor doesn't think Tang sanzang is healed enough to be out of his care, so like a normal person he decides to just follow them like a duckling following their mama-. Did Bai think this was a bad idea? Yes. Did he discourage it? No, absolutely not because they are two kids utterly supportive of each others dumb ideas.

So after the monk became a proud single parent of two the journey carries on and even with his disciples and new horse to aid him, his wounds fully healed , there literally being not a single reason for them to stick around- these kids are in too deep and stay regardless.

Not really story related but since all the pilgrims were an allegory of the human mind I think Ming would be associated with emotions, specifically emotions that were allowed to always be shown at full force. His character is very expressive and fast paced, he wears his heart on his sleeve with high empathy and emotionally intelligent. But of course to much of anything is never good causing him to be very impulsive to a dangerous degree and his energy can be very overwhelming to most.

Sadly his journey doesn't end on a happy note, infact he never makes it to the end, dying of illness several years into the trip. He is buried and given a grave near his old home.

During Lmk:

Ooooh boy- now here's the thing though, Mings ghost didn't want to move on, he didn't want to get reincarnated alone so he decided to break out of the underworld and just wait at his grave, like surely they will visit his grave eventually right? Surely his brother will visit right?

...right?

Well yes but actually no- he's just stuck there, waiting for who knows how long with his only entertainment being watching his own grave rot and slowly get overgrown by nature. Left alone with his thoughts that increasingly go through worst and worst scenarios of what might be going on for weeks,months...maybe even years. He doesn't know he stopped counting the days a long time ago.

And then one day he just sees Sun wukong, someone he viewed as his brother running around most definitely not there to visit him with...well at first he thought it were the other pilgrim's but then he noticed the difference more than the similarities between them, along side someone that reminded him an awful lot of himself and even his brother. (More oc's I have-) further more their vastly different clothing, the device's they carried it made him realize he had been here for a very long time.

He really didn't know what he felt in that moment. Rage? Betrayal? Maybe even just sadness. He can't even recall what he did, other than scream and cry a lot the rest is just black and blurry with any noise getting drowned out by his own voice or just generally sounding muffled.

He eventually snapped out of it, even if it took others fighting him to do so. He realized had lashed out at the group, he didn't feel guilty for trying to attack wukong, he did feel guilty about attacking people who's only crime was that they resembled the people he knew.

Just like that Ming went from wishing someone would come to wanting to be utterly alone again. So he ran away.

Of course, a child left in a vulnerable state is also easy to take advantage of...

[quanblovk]

I have 2 interpretations of dametagala:

One where GK's a huge dork and DMK's a goth hobo (The dynamic that i've been making a whole bunch of content for basically, love it!)

The other where GK's an old, grumpy war veteran with a huge grudge against chivalry and knights while DMK's a chaotic bastard who acts in the most outrangeous ways unbefitting of a knight that charms Gala. (Still kinda under developed, but making content for this interpretation is definitely on my to do list.)

More detailed stuff under cut:

The first one is where GK's actually more of a dork contrary to how he's universally potrayed and he falls in love with that one scary hobo everyone stays away from. DMK was always being bad mouthed whenever he was the topic of any conversation and MK never talked much about him even when he informed GK about the events of KATAM. This made Gala even MORE curious and he made it his decision to know this guy better himself if they ever were to meet. Once he knew more about him, he realized he was just really misunderstood. Sure he was bad in a sense, but he never really seemed like he'd want to hurt anybody for no reason. Not to mention that his world is AWFUL. No wonder he's so grumpy all the time......

While on DMK's side, he really appreciates GK seeing him as someone more than an evil Meta knight. He achknowledges his existence and accepts his flaws. At first, he didn't know how to react and retorted aggresively at GK's actions. Though, once he calmed down and actually thought things through, he understood GK a lot more and fell in love.

Now OHOHOH! The second one is an entirely different AU! The Dream friend AU! GK's personality is a lot different here. He's much more hot-tempered, violent and holds the most spiteful grudges against anyone who had caused him pain (Watch out Sir Arthur...). However, he still has his heroic traits whenever there isn't any war. This Gala "acts" more mature than the one in the first interpretation. I say "act" because they're both equally serious. It's just that the circumstances for these two are very different and they have to act accordingly to their surroundings. Anyways, going back on topic, he hates Meta Knight with a burning passion due to his past with the GSA. In his eyes, Meta Knight's a kiss assing, boot licking servant who would do anything to get praised by everyone and increase his image (which isn't true, but that was the impression he got from MK when they were both very young. It still hasn't changed, but it definitely would once they interact more.). While DMK is a whole 'nother story. When they first met, he didn't care for him, as he saw Dameta as nothing but a reflection of MK's bad traits, therfore, he should be just as bad as Meta, maybe even worse. However, when Gala traveled with DMK more to save the whole universe of Void Termina, he got to know him a little better and even got charmed by his violent solutions to even the most trivial problems. He doesn't even care about chilvary or any of that knight nonsense that MK values so much. His murderous, carefree spirit entertained GK through their journey. It made his life on dreamland a lot more lively too. DMK has a special place in his heart!

maybe he'll convince him to go find what's left of the Ancients and slaughter them together~ 💖

While on DMK's side, he first saw GK as someone he could manipulate into giving him more infomation on the Jamba hearts so he could use their power. He was pretty confident he could pull it off until he actually met him and kind of chickened out. It was cowardly, but still a smart choice. He even felt kind of bad about it after GK opened up and told a few tid bits of his tragic backstory. When Dameta saw this guy in action, he immediately fell in love. Imagine the stuff they could do with this guy! The epic pranks! Maybe even overthrowing Shadow Dedede and taking over all of the mirror world! Gala wasn't opposed to the idea of opening up more and making new friends too. As he knew well that being overly cautious in Dreamland was a stupid idea. Then they somehow became the most chaotic and dangerous duo in all the galaxy, causing MK even more migraines than the one in the first interpretation.

[callmegaith]

You’re not boring me! With just a peek into the fandom with its writers and artists like you, I could never be. It’s a good thing that blogs can give new perspectives that make media feel fresh again. I asked about David out of sincere interest, especially since the eilander siblings always seemed so tragic

Thanks for the link though! I never knew that he wrote a apology letter to Dale though! The fact that David is remorseful for his actions makes me realize I should have given his character more introspect. Hopefully in the next game, Dale can come to terms with his parents death by reconciling with David, or at the very least understand why he did what he did—That poor detective boy deserves closure. And maybe David knew that something about Dale would be different. They're both special cases of corrupted souls (You explained with David in your link, and Dale seems to switch in and out of his normal self and corrupted soul when leaving the Lake). When he gets the golden cube to hopefully save himself from repeating the same cycle of violence and tragedy by changing his future, maybe he can change David's future too from forever being a wandering corrupted soul This is long and let me know if I have any facts wrong, but aaaa I just love all this

Yeah he did write a letter to Dale :D

Here it is:

He is remorseful but he also wanted to save himself so I totally get it. I wouldn't wanna be a corrupted soul either

And I agree that the Eilander siblings are so tragic. They were simply born into this sorta life, none of them asked for this but alas. They are just doomed by the narrative. It hurts me to think about them, of how Jakob and David never got the chance to form a bond because they didn't have the time to be brothers and David never really knew him. The only truly innocent collateral I feel tho is Elizabeth. She never harmed anyone. Tho she did get to be reborn as the Lady of the Lake now I suppose while David is the one out of the three siblings who for whatever reason was never allowed his reincarnation.

But David is resilient and has escaped death before. I'm sure he has more tricks up his sleeve. He's a magician after all.

As for him and Dale... Boy, that's a whole new can of worms you're opening up. They're my fav and the idea of them reconciling is the topic of most my art and comics of them. A slowburn with so much angst and pain but also hopefully healing, because a part of me thinks that's what Rusty Lake is all about... Healing from traumas. If the two of them just had the chance to meet again and work things out 😭

Dale IS special. He is meant to be the successor of Mr. Owl. And I suppose we will see if he will repeat the cycle or do something different. Mr. Owl wants Dale to get rid of the corrupted souls underneath the lake so I assume that means it's his fate to... Idk? Kill them?? Cleanse them??

But do hope on his journey to do that, that he can meet David one last time for them to put their differences aside... Or idk Dale has the upper hand here, if he wants revenge at that moment he could probably have it.

Tho I hope he doesn't. I hope they make amends, cuz at the end of it all, they're both just pawns for the lake and victims of it all the same. They were both put into these situations under unforgiving and unfair circumstances and they sorta just have to play the hands that they are dealt. 😔

I did talk about this before too but a part of the tragedy of Dale and David is David grew up with a lot of trauma without a mother. He knows what it's like to be in the position he later puts Dale in. Hurt people hurt people, and he repeated the cycle of trauma by putting Dale through it. They'd have an understanding but it would be funny to go "yeah I know how it feels" WHEN YOURE THE ONE WHO PUT THE OTHER PERSON IN THAT SITUATION!

Or maybe all this is just my wishful thinking 😩 I just know I want them to reconcile so bad cuz Dale tried killing David but it didn't fix him. If not revenge, then maybe forgiveness is what he needs to truly heal and move on.