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partnersatfazbear · 4 years ago

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Fazbear Frights: What We Found Analysis

Here’s my analysis for What We Found, the third story in Gumdrop Angel. I wrote this as I read so it may be a little different than my previous analysis where I read the story first and went back.

If you’re a Michael Afton fan I highly recommend this. Also, there’s possibly some insight into William Afton, Mrs. Afton, and Henry too, so it’s worth a skim.

Pg 144 '...a place thirty-some years forgotten' Just reconfirming FNAF 3 is 30 years past *one* of the FNAF closings, presumably FNAF 2 location.

Pg 145 "The whole building was giving him [Hudson] a headache." FIX THE VENTILATION BRUH

Pg 148 '...they were able to use salvaged derelict equiptment original to the old pizzerias.' Another confirmation of something we heard from Phone Guy.

Pg 147 "How old are you?" "Twenty-three, same as you." I think this gives us Michael's age during FNAF 3.

EDIT: This kept me awake last night. Obviously this is impossible because he has to be alive for at least 10 years before 1983, BUT maybe its just reconfirming FNAF 3′s year? 2023?

Pg 149 "Hudsan's dad died and his mom married Lewis, a ridiculous balding man who wore plaid vests and smoked a pipe" Did... Did this book just seriously imply Mrs. Afton left William for Henry? Really? (Yes, there's differences; the husband is dead and the man wears plaid 'vests' but it seems very odd to include that detail. This could just have been the writer's own imagination, though.) I have seen this as a fan theory and 100% explains the jealousy aspect of William, but I can't help but kinda hate it. I think this is very important, though, and probably Scott's intention. "This horrible little man [Lewis]... would make Hudson's next ten years a living Hell" This REALLY intrigues me given the context I just went over. The text implies Lewis was fairly neglectful to our main character / Michael stand-in Hudson. Maybe I'm wrong and for some reason Mrs. Emily left and went to William? XD Haha, I'm reading too much into this page. Maybe I'll come back to this later. I figure it's more of Scott possibly including double-details (contradicting stuff with the same character that really applies to two, which has been something I heavily pointed out in previous anaylsis on this blog) Having said that, I'm going w/the former because I can't imagine Henry being abusive (neglectful yes, abusive no) and he's never been portrayed that way in official works like William has in the novels.

Pg 150 "Hudson began to screw up in class...a product of spending the night in fear that his stepfather [Lewis]... [would] beat him just for the fun of it." Ooof. Big confirm on William actually being abusive. Unless we stick with the Henry theory for Lewis (combined with Midnight Motorist Henry theory / alcoholic). "...near-daily beatings..." "his mom started taking pills to get through the day..." So, whoever Mrs. Afton is, she was definetly not paying attention. But then, most people married to serial killers either don't notice because of denial (like this) or because the killer is so manipulative / careful they can't notice.

"Barry, who had red hair and freckles..." Yo?! Is that a description of Fritz?! These friends in the story could be the other kids Michael knew's stand-in's, aka the two gravestones with names he used (Fritz and Jeremy), as shown in the checks for the games and FNAF 6. I've long figured Michael was probably friends with the victims--it makes them easier, although riskier, targets [for William]. The two friends are male, too, like Fritz and Jeremy. If you're curious about Duane's description (our stand in for Jeremy), it's "tight black shirt... muscles... black hair long enough for a glossy ponytail..." I'm not sure if this matches anything found in the novels or contradicts them, though. (The novels = TSE trilogy)

"And so it went... until the night of the fire." For context, this is before FF burns down. We're learning of Hudson's life from his close friends in childhood, his father's death, his mother remarrying, to his abusive stepfather, to his grades slipping to this line. This would be a new fire not seen/mentioned in the games...

Pg 151 "...go to Charlie's for a sundae..." Really. Really Scott. Just gonna use this name again. OK. I'm not even gonna discuss this because it's probably irrelevant. *This is confirmed on pg 158 to be an ice cream shop. No lore relevance aside the annoying name coincidences Scott loves to troll with.

"This is not... an advance into enemy territory, a fight with demons, or a descent into Hell..." Uh, what? What is Hudson talking about? XD I'm only noting it because it seems so out of place. He's probably talking about video games or something.

Another note, although I don't have a specific reference since it is mentioned off-hand many times, is that Hudson keeps referring to his "history" which is implied to have kept him from getting a well-paying job and a girl he's crushing on doesn't know this "history" which is good for him. Seems good old "Michael Stand-In" has done some jail time or something. Edit: On pg 154/155 the girl asks Hudson, "Did you do it?" Seems he may have killed his stepfather or been involved with something else just as bad. Edit 2: No, I was thinking too deep into it. This probably refers to Evan's death at Fredbear's. DUH.

Pg 156 describes an actual "prize corner" in FF! What am I even reading? IIRC this is in FNAF 3, too. So they just hand out these scary gift boxes to people that complete the attraction? (Hudson says he *would* have fun handing out the scary toys to kids when this location opens--kind of a bully thing to do, eh?)

"[Hudson] avoid[ed] glancing in any of the mirrors..." I'm only pointing this out because it could be reference to one of two things. 1) We know because of one of UCN's music tracks, William has a fear of his reflection. Michael probably shares this trait, especially since 2) after Ennard and all... and later on pg 157 it also says, "he never wanted to face: himself" Sounds like guilt, my guy.

Pg 157 "blonde hair... blue eyes..." Hudson shares an eye color with Michael. It's possible Michael had blonde hair as a child and it changed to brown (it's common, something I personally went through being technically blonde/ blue eyed myself)

"He [Hudson] knew from personal experience that toys could turn from fun...to torture ina heart-beat" Fairly self explanatory. Either Hudson's worked at a creepy location before or he doesn't like remembering Fredbear's.

*checks how much is left.* There's still 35 pages (not counting back/front) left of this... This is gonna be a lot of notes.

Pg 158 Hudson doesn't have a car. Poor Mike, probably having to walk everywhere. Especially as a corpse.

Pg 160 This page describes many physical issues Hudson has that prevents him from entering the Navy, all from the abuse of Lewis. Obvious paralell to Michael becoming an undead [because his father sent him to CBPR indirectly causing his condition]

Pg 161 "How's your granny, Hud?... ...Is she still alive?" "I don't think she can die." Does anyone in the Afton family really 'die'? XD

Pg 162 These few pages discuss Hudson's grandmother. She's described as "a seer who claimed to know the future... ...wore big men's plaid flannel shirts with baggy jeans" Um, more plaid / flannel? AGH. STAHP. Lowkey, I would totally headcanon my Aunt Jen like this, though.

Pg 163 "Hudson's mom... the way she was before Hudson's dad had died... never... particularly warm and fuzzy... but... effiencient and responsible..." More about Mrs. Afton, so that's kinda neat.

"Hudson's dad was fun and attentive." There's a good Dad in this series?

"Unfortunetly, he also struggled with mental illness." "invisible low points" (Pg 164) Kinda reminds me of how Henry is described after Charlotte's death in the books.

Pg 164 "When Steven got himself into a bad deal that cost him his small business... he'd taken his life." Oh, it is Henry! SMH. Way to use confusing paralells. So, from our understanding thus far, Hudson's real father, Steven, is our Henry stand-in. His step-father despite being described similar to Henry, is actually our William stand-in. Fair game, Scott.

Pg 164 "...he [Hudson] was locked into a supply closet..." Oh shit, you guys. So, let me go on a tangent here, because this IS important! I just watched a retrospective on Sister Location and FNAF 6 earlier and one theory for Midnight Motorist was the person in the chair was the mother and the kid was Michael. I think this little line may confirm that. In fact, the story may be the key to figuring things out. Obviously, the line is a paralell to FNAF 4's scene in which Crying Child was locked in the supply closet of Fredbear's. I know some people, including Matpat, believe[d] CC was Michael, and in this book's context, it sort of works. This does contradict Step Closer and 1000 other things that make Michael the older brother, but maybe it's hinting at MM? Abusive stepdad (possibly Henry... maybe William is gone at this point), checked out Mom (hey, grey couch lady with Foxybro's font). IDK, but its definetly something to think about.

Pg 165 Lewis is mentioned as calling Hudson "nothing" and saying "you're nothing" on several occasions on this page. Just more abuse, for those accurate fanfic writers like me. Also I kinda wanna watch Morel Orel again. Yall know my fav character is Clay. Yall know.

"You're smoke." <-- Lewis / The text later reads, "...there was some irony, given what eventually happened." BRUH. Why did your stepdad die in a fire? :V TELL ME.

"When his family's house burned down at the end of his senior year..." Huh. Is there a fire we don't know about in the game-verse? Could this explain what happened to the FNAF 4 house before MM house?!

"...it purged Hudson of Lewis and his mother." MRS. AFTON BURNED ALIVE, TOO? Bruh. I can't with this story.

The text later describes the fire is concluded to be man-made and Hudson was blamed for it. Can't say if this ties to Michael, but it IS interesting... TBF, there is a small paralell to draw between Henry in FNAF 6 and his history of suicide in the books, too.

Pg 166 "...this place's [FF] busted thermostat.." I just find this line funny.

Pg 167 "...after three weeks of keeping an eye on the place" Some more timeline context for FNAF 3. We know that Michael worked there a little while before we start playing the game thanks to one of the phone calls, IIRC, so this makes sense. If Michael was accused of [something] and also wanting to hunt down his father, then it makes perfect sense why he's working a dead end job at Freddy's over and over and over. Fun fun fun.

Pg 169 "He hated to think about a functional character [Foxy]" This line is in regards to Hudson not liking the set up of Pirate's Cove and Foxy's hook to scare people. Sounds familiar, don't it? (For Michael anyway.)

Pg 173 "Some big find is arriving tomorrow." SPRINGY BOI! COME ON BOOK, get on with the show?

Pg 176 "Granny was wearing a red-and-green plaid shirt and her baggy jeans." Nothing special, but it was specifically brought up twice. I'm kind of racking my brain trying to understand what the point of this character is outside of "woooo everything is haunted don't you know that" kind of character.

Pg 180 "...dropped the crate on the linoleum with a resounding thud." HEY. Poor Springtrap, just gettin' tossed around like the trash he is.

Pg 186 "If you weren't so stupid, I'd tell you more about it." Springtrap bringing the burn. =:)

"A voice with a burr-like rasp...hint of a Southern accent" I'm going to assume this is because it's Lewis probably in the suit in this story and not our old British lad.

"It's was Mr. Atkin's voice." THE MATH TEACHER? *goes back to check* 'The algebra teacher'. Okay...

Pg 190 Okay, so Hudson hear's Lewis' voice this time. Okay, I get it now. Springtrap in this kind of imbodies all of Hudson's old bullies, including the teacher. He also has PTSD, just FYI. IDK if anyone finds that important, but it's fairly obvious by the line "He wasn't in his bedroom. Lewis didn't just slam his head into a desk; his head had been slammed into the [arcade] game."

"Why did he hallucinate a scene from his childhood?" Oh, it's not PTSD, then. It's just the VENTILATION ERROR. lol Okay.

Just a note, as I'm reading through the more action-based stuff, I kind of feel bad for Michael if he had flashbacks like this guy. They're intense.

So, Lewis' voice finally comes out of Springtrap on Pg 213. There's that.

Pg 220 "You can just stay there [in his room]" Kind of a paralell to Midnight Motorist. Lewis is saying it to Hudson. I really feel like the kid in the MM game is Michael because of this story...

Pg 223 "Heat purges. Fire heals." I'm sure that's Henry's life motto.

The ending was stupid, but most in these stories are. Hudson is hallucinating and is implied to have burned himself alive in FF's oven. Meh? The first half of this one is A TRIP and a little insight into what I 100% believe is Michael's childhood. I think the saddest part of it all is that we never got Springtrap speaking to Michael in FNAF 3--and if it's ever remade I hope we get more of them interacting.

#fazbear frights #fnaf spoilers #spoilers #what we found #michael afton #springtrap #fnaf theories #fnaf theory #fnaf 3 #midnight motorist #mrs. afton #henry emily

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mostweakhamlets · 3 years ago

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I’m so sorry for posting so many opinions and thoughts today. It’s just that I have free time, and I’ve been thinking about this ios update a lot and going through a lot of other blogs that have made posts with their own opinions (better opinions than mine tbh). And this is really just more of a rant that doesn’t make sense but that I needed to get out for my own sake

So, there’s these “alternatives” to tumblr that have been created or have been around as long as tumblr has been around, too. And they get brought up whenever there’s some generally agreed upon bad update. We all know them. We all see them. There’s never really any true mass exodus to just one.

And what bothers me, in my most recent to look for some other fandom places to gather (not to abandon tumblr for, just for another place that would suit other needs), is that popular tumblr blogs will get asked about them. And I’ve seen popular tumblr blogs just completely trash another site. They talk about the negatives, how user engagement isn’t the same, how the staff had some hiccups with codes or TOS, how there’s glaring problems that always end up a low priority, and how there’s just no one using these other sites.

The thing is. Tumblr works well for these blogs. Their posts get circulated, their content is at the top of searches and tags, they have large followings. And that’s not bad. It’s not bad that there’s popular blogs on Tumblr. And if you do have a website you’re popular on, why would you move to another?

But then the counter point is also, if you’ve maintained popularity on Tumblr thus far, are you fully grasping the extent that other creators need different spaces?

Tumblr has worked so well for so many years because the features have worked for everyone. No word limits, easy to use image uploading, links, etc. That doesn’t mean that other websites don’t have anything to offer.

And I’m not going to pretend like tumblr blogs have any major influence over their followers like you see on other social media sites, but I am a bit bothered by the possibility that there’s people who could really benefit from finding another space to go to but who don’t go seeking them out because This Person Who Knows Things said that they’re not worth it.

What it really comes down to is what experience you’re looking for. I know this recent news isn’t really all about fandoms and rather more about major corporations, but it does bring up a good discussion of where will fans go when they just want to have fun. And we’re allowed to be worried about big world consequences at the same time we’re worried about finding fics.

If you’ve found your audience on here, of course you’re not going to spend time on other sites. But some people just want to interact in small community circles. Some people want group chats like discord. Some people want something more lowkey but still tight-knit like dreamwidth. Some people need more privacy than tumblr allows. Some people want more organization so they can post their fics and meta and have it all be able to be linked together with tags that work.

Everyone is going to have different needs and while some websites can have major red flags and should really be avoided, there’s a lot of legitimate places people can go.

When people talk about what the next tumblr is going to be for fan spaces, I almost hope that there isn’t going to be one. I hope that everyone finds the spaces they need and can have great experiences on all of them--no matter how many or how few they post across.

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ursbearhug · 2 years ago

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So I'm sitting here, minding my own business, being one with nature, you know the drill. And then my phone receives like 25 messeges via Messenger delayed by like 2 hours for Gods fucking know what reason.

When my 4th semester started I was excited about extracurriculars because fuck my main curriculum, give me extra hours of actually exciting work. There was course about religion or myths in antiquity, I can't really remember. It was one of few courses led entirely in English for exchange students to get some very much needed ECTs points (it's boring EU system for universities to cross educate; essentially every course, class, seminar and lecture has set amount of points (from 1 to 5 I think) and this means that every university in EU can accept you as a student because they have a measure to know what you did or didn't do). I thought it's gonna be cool.

Now the triggering part; the guy was stuttering. I think, I'm not a doctor. And at first I just found it a bit annoying but it progressively became just vexing and made it impossible to take anything from any lecture.

I never had classes with him before so I didn't know he does that. Even when he doesn't speak English (which he does quite poorly too btw) he does stutter... Just a lot less. So I figured maybe it's just stress thing. Like, when I need to make presentations I also fumble around words a bit, I avoid eye contact, I try to hide away my hands. But nope, he just does that.

Now, I know from my sister that it is something that can be trained or practiced. For all I care he could just talk slower and therefore, be significantly more understandable. Listen, there are few components making his lectures complelty incomprehensible; he stutters, he talks fast, he talks quietly and he speaks foreign language poorly. And it's not even me just being nitpicky and malicious. Listen, if foreign students have to come to *me* to ask if I understood anything, you know shit is bad.

At some point 3/4 of a class just disappeared and stopped attending this lecture. They lowkey rather dealt with consequences of not enough ECTs later, than attend that mess.

And I one time made a joke that I'll give a guy a phone number to my sister to get his speech sorted out, in an earshot of his pupil or whatever.

Let's make this clear; I have better stuff to do than bully professors for their short comings. I'm not being mean spirited because I enjoy anguish. I'm being disappointed and upset over the fact, I spent 90 minutes in a class while I cannot understand 80% of what is he saying and I need to fucking pass that class.

He's in a position where he needs to pass the knowledge. Nobody is coming after him for things he cannot control. I was specifically complaing about his inability to do his job and thus, me not being able to do mine. He's significantly older than me, he had to deal with even worse educational system than I did. How did nobody stopped and helped the guy out??? Listen, I wouldn't get out of primary school if I haven't self taught myself how to read because nobody gave a shit about me, how is he getting a pass at a higher position?

Again, talk slower or don't have classes in a language you speak so poorly. That's it. Problem solved. Hit up speech therapist if you want to.

I didn't pass his subject because I was kicked out of the univeristy. No biggie. I thought my adventure with his poor English and horrible way to teach was done and dusted. But fuck me.

So an angry gal was hitting my dms all night long, telling me what a horrible human being I am for slandering a guy with speech issues. And I don't even know how to respond to this. Or if I even should, given that I don't fucking care.

Not a single thing of value has been said. It really is just a barrage of insults and made up arguments against me. Listen, if I wanted to, I could go and write a level headed and constructive criticism of his work ethics. And his stumbling over words wouldn't even make the list. He's forgetful, he is not communicative. If you want his insight or answer on your project, you will never get it; he responded to my email 2 hours after I already gave my presentation basically going blind because he's a nitwit. He has terrible priorities, like going on and promising improvements, that never get implemented and fuck up his schedule. The only redeeming qualities are; he has some decent knowledge on the topics of his expertise (which are not either myths or greek religion, in case you were wondering) and has adorable puppies. His stuttering? Not an issue as long as he speaks mother language.

So I just decided to block the girl and be done with it. It's reasonable out of the situation that, as no longer student of this univeristy, doesn't concern me.

But guess fucking what? That hoe used my face and name in her little group (that my friend is a part of) and in her presentation on *Hatred* towards disabled people. And I'm just at disbelief?

For one, congrats on diagnosing the guy. At least I had the decency to allude and not state it as a fact. While you might not like the joke I made, let's not pretend that jokes are sign of one's rampant hatred towards any group of people. Do you know how many jokes I am cracking about queer people, and especially faggots, within my friend group?

For second, I wasn't hateful toward the guy. I was actively helping him during the class when he forgot a word (Percy, a walking dictionary), I told him a handful of times to slow down and was asking him to clarify his statements during class so people who can't walk up to him and speak his language to him got the memo of any given class. Trust me, there are few professors I'd shove into a locker, knock their books out of their arms or dump a bucket of water on them if I could do so legally. But it's always because they're piece of shit and hateful people themselves, not because they can't get a sentence out in perfect 1800s British. I really have better things to do than bully a guy with speech or anxiety problems.

And lastly, imagine the audacity of accusing *me* of hate criming a guy, when you're actively using my name and face without my knowledge to stir some drama. I don't know what kind of commentary YouTube you're watching, but that's not how any of this works. And what are you even trying to achieve? Have handful of misguided white knights bomb my Facecock account with hateful messages akin to "WELL ACTUALLY..."? Give me a break.

Like, wow. I didn't know we let 6 year olds into universities nowadays. Clearly I need to reexamine my assumptions bias and - ah fuck it, I don't care to extend this joke anymore, this is just asinine and ludicrous.

Something really fucking annoying and upsetting happened and I will make it everyone elses problem in just a second

#will delete later

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dazaily · 4 years ago

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todoroki bringing his s/o to an amusement part

my first bnha work... kinda nervous posting this cuz like bnha(?) idk,, but for my manz, i will pull through!! hope u enjoy ^^

description: you and todoroki have been dating for awhile now, but recently he realised he never initiates dates, and so he planned and invited u to an amusement park for a date.

warnings: gender neutral! reader. fluff. clichéd. i wrote this at 4-5am.

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my manz is innocent, like lbr, he aint gonna know shiz abt dating..

sooo, the first few weeks into ur relationship(?) he was alr facing his first crisis.

he felt like nothing changed, despite having transitioned from a platonic to romantic relationship.

and so, being the sweet and clueless lil bean he is, he went to seek for advice from his one and only bestie bakugou, midoriya.

“hey, midoriya, what does one do in a relationship” why am i making him talk like someone from the shakespearean era tf

“oh, um todoroki?? are u asking for y/n? if so, i don't think im not the right person u should be asking,, i mean ive never even been in a rela--”

“well, u were my best choice”

midoriya notices the absolute chaos they are surrounded by in the 1A dorm

“ok i may be the best choice.” said in tiny.

so after a discussion that dragged for way longer than it had to be 2 days, todoroki settled on the idea of bringing u on a date to the amusement park.

cute idea right? yes. there's no twist, like i said this is a fluff.

n e ways, he was an awkward lil bby asking u out, cuz he's not used to receiving or giving affection,,,, he's trying his best.

“um, y/n, are u free this sunday..?”

“sunday, hmm i think i alr have smtg planned..”

“oh, um, well then, its fine, its nothing important..”

if u weren't hit by a pang of guilt, idk what type of monster u are.

“nah, that was just jokes, so whats up?”

and that was how y'all ended up in universal studios japan. usj

endeavour’s bout to be big mad when he realises the missing money from his wallet.

“sHOUTOOOOO!!” >:[

n e ways..

so ur date started with u dragging shouto around the entire park, with the goal of riding every single ride

ofc he was fine with it, he was happy as long as he got to spend time with u. a simp.

but since u guys went on a weekend, there were way more people than u guys originally expected, like wHOA,,,

the park was basically filled with people from all over the world, even though it wasn't holiday season..

so ur dreams and hopes of riding eery single ride, may be impossible..

hAH, YOU THOUGHT, YOUR MANZ FATHER MAY BE THE WORST PERSON ON EARTH, BUT HES STILL TOP 2 HERO.

ur manz got u the express pass.

the one time ur grateful for the existence of his father.

so yall spent the first 2-4 hours just riding every single ride u could possibly find.

shouto’s probably the type that is willing to try anything, i don't think he’ll be scared of any rides in particular.

in the contrary, i feel like there'll be rides that he's lowkey excited to ride on, since he never had the chance to enjoy these events and places as a child. cuz of his sh*tty father.

he would ofc try to hide his excitement, but after being by his side for awhile, uve learnt how to differentiate his different emotions, despite his general nonchalant self.

him being excited, makes u happy, cuz its rare that u get to see these sides of him.

omg pls protect him at all costs,, he needs it,,, he's so precious,, shower him with all the love in the world.

so y'all be running all over the place, until hunger slaps u in the face like that isekai truck that ive been waiting for.

and so its food time!

“hmm, since were in an amusement park, we should get some hot dogs, churros, oMG and cotton candy!!”

“..what? c-ch-churros?? what are those?”

“holy sh-- u don't kNOW WHAT CHURROS ARE!? we’re getting churros right now.”

“but, i want soba... the cold one”

u ended up getting both. cuz it isn't todoroki without cold soba.

and it was back to running around the entire park riding everything.

but instead of running yallz were walking hand in hand, as if u guys were an old couple taking a stroll in the local park

and instead of the entire park, y'all were just in the harry potter section..

don't judge, its cute. and the food did some numbers to ur stomachs, so u were avoiding some rides till u digest ur food.

while walking around, the sun was setting creating a beautiful scenery.

wanting this to be a lasting memory, u convinced todoroki to take a photo together.

u wanted to take an aesthetic couple photo to show off to other people who were trying to steal ur hunk of a man.

at first u had asked random passerby to help yalls take a photo,, but being the attention-starved lil bby he is, he felt awkward posing in front of random people.

which led u guys to just set up the camera on a small ledge with a castle in the bg.

it was then, todoroki had experience a flashback to the conversation that him and midoriya had.

“hmm, wikihow says that every date has to end in a kiss, for it to be called successful..”

“is this website trustable??”

“it should be.. anyways just do it.”

coming back to reality, todoroki suddenly felt a sense of urgency, the date was coming to an end, and he hasn't kissed u yet,,,,

at that moment, as the timer of the phone camera was reaching 0, with u and ur wide smile posing for the camera

todoroki gently turned ur head to face his, and he had kissed u, for public display.

ur face immediately turned red, but u eventually returned the kiss, after getting over the shock.

after separating, todoroki was silent, slightly scared and worried of ur reaction(?)

“why didn't u tell me u were going to kiss me~~ u should've told me so i can at least look good in the photo~~”

“..huh? well, um, i just had he sudden urge to do it?” kinda ooc

he was flustered, confused, embarrassed and giddy all at the same time

but the hugest wave of relief came over him, as he began to relax.

“well we can just take another photo if u don't like it--”

“nO, i like this photo. but im always open for another kiss.” ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

getting over ur prior embarrassment, u tried flirting with him, returning the bold action he had pulled off earlier.

“well, i wouldn't reject an offer like that would i..”

surprising u by picking up on the offer u suggested, todoroki gave u another kiss, easily taking ur breathe away.

well, ig this just confirms that wikihow is reliable. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

i can't believe i ended a fic with a kiss,, this is the most cop out ending ive written but im way too tired to write properly rn,,

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a/n: hihi, so im kinda nervous posting this, cuz thus far i have only done haikyuu works so like??? i feel like i have an overall better understanding of haikyuu characters and their dynamics, but i wanted to write something for my precious icyhot <3 if this piece does well, ill try and write more about bnha characters. hope it was good!!

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mhaccunoval · 4 years ago

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i finallyyyy finished the explanations for my tlb playlistttt so come get yall juice

if you haven’t already seen my first (official) post about this silly little playlist then you are still in luck !!! here is the spotify and the youtube links !!! oh yeah also all of the songs are in chronological order (maybe not by month but definitely by year) because i had to be organized like that sbjhshsjbs

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❥ title

i mean. there isn’t much to explain about it but sbjshbsjhs it’s based on sam’s line “you’re a creature of the night, michael!” of course but i made it plural because this playlist is sort of a. general boys / movie playlist, if that makes sense??? but yeahhhh they’re all littol creechers who love the night >:o]

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❥ paint it, black — the rolling stones

so !!! i was kind of trying to relate it to the boys vampirism and. love of black clothes sbhsjbshjs but no. similar to the title, they. literally live in darkness because of not being able to go into the sun and because of the few lights in the lair but there’s also a sort of duality where being vampires in an internal darkness??? like. each of the boys takes heavy advantage of the benefits of being undead but i can’t imagine it’s without its faults outside of the lack of sunlight and such. i’m sure there’s a kind of uh. monster complex that follows it, especially with the way outsiders view them, which certainly fits with the song’s vibe of being washed with this sort of sensory overload to color and earning weird looks for it

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❥ riders on the storm — the doors

first of all, there’s a giant ass jim morrison poster in the lair therefore the boys definitely listen to the doors (if not idolize jim) so jot that down. but also !!! it has very Them vibes !!! i think the storm effects definitely relate to boys in how storms create a darkness that is soothing in its own way, and comes on strong, just like the boys’ presence. and. technically they Are killers on the road that Will kill a sweet family sbhjsbshjsb but no most of all the !!! “into this house we’re born // into this world we’re thrown” and !!! the found family that the boys have going. like, if you look at. vampirism as the house they have LITERALLY been born into it and been thrown into a whole new world, depending on each other for comfort and pleasure !!! oh also. they ride motorcycles so they’re also literal riders sbhjsbshjs (fun fact, according to genius lyrics: apparently it was the last song jim recorded before he died a few weeks later 😳)

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❥ love her madly — the doors

whole jim morrison poster and listening to the doors reasoning is sustained. HOWEVER for the rest of reasoning… perhaps it’s more straight up 95060 than anything but sbhsjbsshj the whole woman walking in and out of the audience’s life is very symbolic of michael being in and out with the boys, never really deciding whether he wants to fully join them and straining. all of his relationships with that indecision and sitting on the picket fence (those who sit on the picket fence are impaled by it). although, it could also be partly symbolic of that indecision, as he does find Some charm in the boys’ lifestyle and keeps finding himself drawn back enough to even consider partaking in it. also, if you wanna go the parko route, paul loves marko madly enough to go after the frog bros personally for killing him <3

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❥ walk this way — aerosmith

i am. blanking on how to tie it in other than being on the movie’s soundtrack (yes i avoided it and people are strange until the very end of making the playlist, but one of the evils got me clearly— have always ADORED people are strange though). but. i guess you can make the case that the song is full of innuendos and some scenes, like the feeding scene, are lowkey horny sbsjhbshjsbs and YES it’s the aerosmith version instead of the run dmc one because. i prefer this one and it’s my silly little playlist <3

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❥ the boys are back in town — thin lizzy

technically the boys never Left town but !!! *christopher walken voice* Boys !!! them cast ARE crazy and they’re ALWAYS dressed to kill, ready to spill some blood and pick a fight !!! yeah no it’s just a very fun song that i think really works to. represent their crazy lifestyle and infamy around town due to causing trouble !!! and you can almost say that in this scenario star is the girl who used to dance a lot and slapped the shit out of someone <3 just girlboss moments <3

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❥ xanadu — rush

hehehe… this started as the. desire to add more rush to the playlist for my own amusement but the more times i listen to it, the more i’m like “!!! it actually fits”… like. xanadu here is meant to a sort of utopia that’s long searched for, partly BECAUSE of the promise of immortality which !!! the boys have (unless. harmed in one of the ways at the end of the movie) because of their vampirism. like even if we don’t know the exact reasons they got turned, they all still, mostly indirectly probably, sought out that same principle. And the dining on honeydew and drinking the milk of ‘paradise’ is similar to their thrill-seeking tendencies and general enjoyment of being unable to die, leaving them to enjoy their undead lives to the fullest. not to mention, in [b part 2] (as genius refers to it) there’s talk of many, many years passing and waiting for the world to end, which we know there’s been quite a few years in between the boys getting turned and the movie, as well as i’m sure they sit back and wait on Some apocalypse, if not just to watch the world burn. in writing this, i’ve ALSO realized how it can be considered very Michael; he didn’t exactly seek this life out but he found it and indulged, only to be that “mad immortal man” towards the end of the song

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❥ runnin’ with the devil — van halen

i just van halen is neat sbjshbsjsh and would definitely be something the boys would actually listen to hsjbshjsb i don’t Necessarily think vampires are in any way tied to the devil but. here it’d be more like a metaphor of “taking a walk on the wild side” if you wanna call it that; also, they all truly live their lives like there’s no tomorrow (not that they have to worry about death until the very end), have stolen a lot of things just to get by (probably in life AND death), don’t bode well with the ‘simple’ life (likely including the idea of a nuclear family like max proposed) because of it’s lack of pleasures, and don’t exactly have any “love [that] you’d call real” unless you read into the subtext

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❥ hot blooded — foreigner

originally this was going to be another joke about the. lowkey horniness of the boys and the movie as a whole but i’ve realized in writing these explanations thus far and rereading the lyrics that it’s. it’s just michael-centric sbshjsbsh sam is “at the mercy of his sex glands” and so is the audience of both the movie and the song sbhsjbshsj like. michael finds himself attracted to star immediately and tries for two secret rendezvouses, with only one working, and. can be said that he also finds a fever running within him when he’s around david and the boys sbhjsbshjs i just 🙈

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❥ renegade — styx

renegade is my favorite styx song so i just said “fuck it” and added it sbshjsbshj but !!! you can say that, again, the boys live their lives on the wild side and. probably commit enough crimes to warrant dozens of sentences, some that would lead to death row (like, ya know, the. manslaughter) but they manage to get away unscathed. And the law man serving as an allegory to all of the people, including the frogs and grandpa, that want them dead for being vampires, with the bounty to be rewarded being the ridding of their trouble from santa carla

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❥ big shot — billy joel

mikey :o) … ok yeah he isn’t the. silver spoon in hand (nose) type but he’s LITERALLY the type to open his mouth and get himself deep in enough shit that a fight breaks out, potentially bloodied his eyes, nose, and/or fists. i don’t have much of an explanation outside of he is a himbo jock who pulled a “i didn’t know how to talk to my crush so i wrote a note telling them to get out of my school” except he said it with his fist instead of his mouth sbjshbshsj

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❥ boys don’t cry — the cure

pretty sure this is one of the ones i stole off of shovel (@/iswearimavamp) sbshjbshjs but i do love this song in a general sense too. in regards to the movie, like. none of the guys. obsess over masculinity or anything— and both david AND michael cry at different points— so that’s not necessarily an issue. but, there *is* still a lot of hurt and stepping on toes in many of the relationships in the film that can be stretched to fit, i would think sbjhsbshjs

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❥ highway to hell — ac/dc

this and back in black were some of the last two i put on here because i. wanted to make an ‘even’ 35 sbsjhsbshjs BUT, like with runnin’ with the devil, it’s about a devilish lack of care for one’s own life or the “status of their soul” and just doing what feels right or like the most fun, no matter if it lands them in hell or not. and !!! “my friends are gonna be there too” fits with the friendship within the boys’ found family and how they’ll all always be together, no matter what !!!

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❥ back in black — ac/dc

i can’t really think of an explanation that differs from highway to hell so just reread the above sbsjhsbsh

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❥ witch hunt — rush

OK !!! this is the song i’m the MOST excited to explain !!! right off the bat, moving pictures as a whole is an IMMACULATE album, absolutely love it. right so !!! this song literally SOUNDS like it belongs on the movie soundtrack; it has the same overtones and sounds as cry little sister and it’s just !!! and with the title, a witch hunt is BASICALLY what sam + the frogs went on in search of the lose boys, relying on little else but hearsay and catching glimpses at what was happening to michael, “confident that their ways are best” and moving along like a mob of three to get to the bottom of it. “features distorted in the flickering light // faces are twisted and grotesque” is very reminiscent of the faces the lost boys pull when they’re about to attack, and “they say there are strangers who threaten us” is symbolic of them being outsiders/outcasts that make everyone uncomfortable, even if You aren’t going to be their next victim. “the righteous rise with burning eyes” AND “quick to judge, quick to anger // slow to understand // ignorance and prejudice // and fear walk hand in hand” can apply to any number of characters, particularly the mains who are all pitted against each other, the humans fighting for their lives and the vampires fighting for their Right to live, neither taking into consideration the other’s perspective. i just… ADORE this song…

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❥ red barchetta — rush

this one was mainly just because of the car that grandpa keeps in the barn and both sam and michael’s fascination with it sbhjsbsshj and just to get more rush on here shjsbshjsbsh

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❥ maneater — hall & oates

one of the first songs to hit the playlist !!! because the boys eat people !!! they’re the lean and hungry type that only come out at night !!! they’ll be sitting with you but their eyes are on the door and if you want love from them, you won’t get very far !!! the beauty IS there but there are beasts inside that can rip your world apart !!! they’ll chew you up but also leave you begging for more :o)

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❥ hungry like the wolf — duran duran

the second song to have gone on the playlist !!! the boys are always on the prowl for fresh meat (in both the food AND turning senses) and they come alive while on the hunt, blood no doubt rushing through their veins (assuming it still can) !!! and in the movie, michael is the one they’re after for the turning connotation, all wanting a taste of him for themselves !!!

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❥ subdivisions — rush

this rush song actually went on before the others shbsjsbshj but !!! it still fits just as well (certainly better than red barchetta)… the movie all takes place on the fringes of the city, “in between the bright lights // and the far unlit unknown”, and while it’s not exactly in the suburbs, there’s still little comfort to soothe the restless dreams of youth. there IS a drawing like moths into the city, for both the emersons and the lost boys, which is what ends up bringing all of them together, although it starts are cruising for action just to feel the living night. and just !!! NOBODY fits in !!! if you take the movie title as them being Lost instead of an allusion to peter pan, then you get slapped with thinking about what actually makes them lost and how they don’t conform in any way, shape, or form to just about. anything. and !!! the emersons are new, which immediately puts them at a social disadvantage, but they Also don’t seem too terribly great at making new friends in general so !!! “nowhere is the dreamer or the misfit so alone”!!!

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❥ abracadabra — steve miller band

i just love this song for whatever reason. and i think the allusion to magic to very fitting for the hallucinations that david gives michael, putting a sort of magic spell on him if you want to look at it that way. not a lot of silk and satin going gone but plenty of leather and probably some lace in there somewhere ( ;o] ) … also michael DOES heat up like a burnin’ flame whenever his name is called and the situation with the boys just keeps going round and round with no exact end in sight, only the calling of desire

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❥ separate ways (worlds apart) — journey

you would think i would have more journey on here ??? because i love them ??? but instead i stole this off of shovel too ??? it’s fine. time to be back on the 95060 bullshit sbsjhbsjhs we all know david Really wants michael to join them but. michael is reluctant, so that hesitance sets them worlds apart from each other— as if they weren’t already— and there’s still love between them, or at least the bgeinning sparks of it, even if michael refuses to act on them and only keeps pushing david away

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❥ cum on feel the noize — quiet riot

just some boys loving to party <3 some boys with evil yet dirty minds, out of time singing, funny faces, and that have a lazy time <3 yeah no this is one they’d rock out to and someone would probably pull a muscle over because it’s just such a banger sbshjsbsjh

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❥ rebel yell — billy idol

Another stolen off of shovel sbjhsbsjhs also ever since it’s been pointed out to me that david looks like billy idol i’ve just been losing it a little sbhjsbshjs Anyway. they’d definitely idolize him to some degree, even if just for looks, and it certainly fits the way that they. most Definitely let out a rebel yell at the midnight hour if you know what i mean— *taken out by a sniper*

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❥ every breath you take — the police

would to believe to know i took it from shovel (i swear the last three where i say that will be rock you like a hurricane, livin’ on a prayer, and cherry pie sbshjsbsh) BUT !!! the watching every move is yet another. david keeping watch over michael and uh yearning from afar moment, heart aching the longer he’s away and the longer he keeps up this game of not knowing what exactly he wants to do

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❥ handsome devil — the smiths

ok THIS one was lent to me by ej (@/maybe-strawberry-blue) sbshjbshjsbs and let me tell you. this song (especially when paired with this charming man) is Very homoerotic, aka perfect for this movie shbjsbshjsbs like what got me first was “let me get my hands // on your mammary glands” and just. thinking about trans parko sbhsjbshjs but also in general the. “and i would like to give you // what i think you’re asking for” and “a boy in the bush // is worth two in the hand” and just sbhjsbshjs Everything. fits the ambiguous homoeroticism. And i think the boys would listen to the smiths (will elaborate more in the other smiths song explanation)

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❥ panama — van halen

i Told you all i think van halen is neat sbsjsshjb what can i say. the boys like fast moving vehicles, hard partying, and tender loving sbsjhsbhsj also forgot to mention that i think they’d all be :eyes: about pre-1985 david lee roth and i cannot blame

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❥ rock you like hurricane — scorpions

third to last shovel snatch sbshjsbh Here you can replace any one of the boys with the animals mentioned, as they’re always hungry and need to feed… they come out scratching and ready to win, willing to rock anyone who gets in their way like a hurricane— including with lust, depending on the situation

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❥ livin’ on a prayer — bon jovi

i actually can’t even manage an explanation for this one either just because of the song’s plot and how greatly it differs the movie plot <3 however it will stay because shovel said one of the boys (i forget which) would listen to it and friendship is more powerful than my small brain <3

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❥ the queen is dead — the smiths

rightttt so here’s the deal, buds and duds. something in my gut just tells me that david would pull a me and. listen to this entire album on repeat, particularly bigmouth strikes again and i know it’s over when in dramatics bshjsbsjh BUT to make a case for the title track itself, breaking into buckingham palce— or really any major building— with only a sponge and rusty wrench would ABSOLUTELY be an endeavor the boys would get up to And they’d all pale (worse than normal) about finding out they’re the descendant of some royal. “oh, has the world changed, or have i changed” and “life is very long, when you’re lonely” is quite fitting of their immortality, which i can only imagine would leave them questioning how the world has evolved and, although they have each other, i’m sure living forever still can get a Little lonely. And they’d certainly celebrate the death of a royal (because anarchy <3). mostly i’ve just been listening to this song on repeat for days sbhjsbshj but, i think it’s the most. generally related to all of the boys, whereas like. cemetry gates would be more solely 95060

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❥ need you tonight — inxs

my favorite inxs song… technically the 21st century Wasn’t yesterday when the movie came out nor when the song did sbhjsbshjs but there *is* a lot of sweating from desire and aiming to put that passion into use, very blatantly letting everyone know that sbjhsbshjs

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❥ bad medicine — bon jovi

there’s just something so fun about this song… and while listening to it on the drive home, i was thinking about it from a 95060 perspective where. david’s a bit lovesick (hence the love like bad medicine) and the choir of voices in the bg, saying “that’s what you get for falling in love”, would be the other boys knowing he’s gotten himself in over his head over what was supposed to be a minor tease or a small fling (would be a real fun and poppy animatic i think)

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❥ pour some sugar on me — def leppard

legitimately this started as a “haha what about my ‘what if the blood was kool-aid instead’ joke” and then i realized it was. a fair enough fit, especially with the feeding scene. except they’re actual vamps not just video vamps sbjhsbshjs anyway. sugar highs and red hot flames of passion for one another <3

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❥ cherry pie — warrant

ok THIS is the last song i took from shovel and. my reasoning is pretty much the same as pour some sugar on me and. Friendship

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❥ somebody told me — the killers

i wasn’t going to add any modern songs but. i thought it’d be funny if michael had had a girlfriend before leaving phoenix that looked a bit like david sbshjsbshj and then it only just added to angst sbhjsbshj

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❥ you know what they do to guys like us in prison — mcr

i was reminded that vampires will never hurt you exists but. i went with my favorite mcr song instead because. vwnhy is more like ??? a vampire that fears themselves ??? so like. an edward cullen type ??? while ykwtdtgluip is more about the homoeroticism and community ??? i said what i said

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❥ house of wolves — mcr

thank god this is the last song because i’m getting tired sbjshsjshb a little less homoeroticism, a little more general sinning and egotism <3

#pant rambles #playlist #ramble #in the last like. ten you can Tell i started getting tired

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ode-of-odr-archive · 4 years ago

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Hey! I've been following you and I've read in your rules that Raseri is a slow burn, but he doesn't seem to come off that way in your writing.

I’ve deleted so many responses to this now because I’m trying to convey my thoughts as well as I can on this topic, because I wasn’t going to reply to this, but I thought since I have so many new followers, mostly since I started rping in the DA community, some of my followers might be feeling a certain way and I don’t want that.

I also don’t people feeling like they can’t IM or message me on on dis.cord to talk to me about Ras and their muse, and the idea of them being romantic, or just in general.

Slow-burn admittedly isn’t the best way to describe Ras and shipping. As all his ships have developed at different paces based on so many factors. Which, I can see how it might get someone feeling like I’m playing favorites or I am lying about Ras’ sexuality (For a while people were up in arms about Ras being pan as all his ships were men).

I used to say I ship on chemistry, which I believe is still in my rules, but that was all I had and it seemed fair enough. Ras might not fall in love with your muse. However, when I came back to rping and made this blog, this seemed to bite me in the ass.

Ras has an age gate. If a muse is under 25 there is no way he is going to see them romantically. I made this very clear. However, the Fallout community (which he was the most active in at the time) had a lot of muses under 25 that were active and were using the chemistry thing as a possible loophole to have me break this rule for them. Claiming Ras’ general personality and how he acted towards others was a sign he clearly had chemistry with them and thus would want/could to be in a romantic relationship with them.

Then there were those after they interacted with Ras a few times and chemistry was starting to form there was this instant shoehorn to make it romantic. And it isn’t to say I don’t like people who love romance and ships! I’m a lowkey romantic and love ships! But this was uncomfortable. They would get upset when Ras didn’t react a certain way, guilt me over sexual memes that they did or didn’t send in. All because they wanted the chemistry to be romantic out of the gate and for some, most, that just wasn’t going to happen.

The idea of chemistry just got thrown in my face a lot. Ras couldn’t interact with someone without them taking him not attacking them on sight as chemistry and clearly, that meant a romantic ship was going to happen, and quickly.

I’ve had people make crazy assumptions in-character to try and avoid me calling them out by using the “It’s how my character took it”, to people just outright writing as if Ras was in a relationship with their muse.

I started saying he was a slow-burn because it does take some time for me to test the waters and get a feel for how Ras is feeling towards a muse, and it seemed to chase away the unsavory people as they didn’t want to put the actual time into getting their muse to that point with Ras. They wanted instant gratification and honestly smut. Which is fine, but not at the level people were pushing it onto me.

For a long while Ras only had two ships because I was just so exhausted from people acting this way. I almost wanted to say he was closed to the idea completely.

So yeah, like I said slow-burn might not be the most accurate for Ras, but it’s saved me so much headache.

I’m still not happy with this response but I’ve written it so many times and I don’t think it’s going to get better. Yay to anyone how made it this far, sorry it’s so long. Please don’t take this as I don’t want to talk about the idea of Ras possibly being in a romance with your muse or anything like that! Sometimes that helps things along, honestly, helps me better get a feeling of what Ras is actually feeling, could feel. Also, it’s just fun, right? But for my sanity, I have to keep the slow-burn as a thing or I’m afraid it will just revert back and I will be flooded with what I like to call “Ship Collectors.”

#Anonymous #let the wolf sleep - ooc #I really hope I got my point across #I feel like I just babbled #this was so hard to answer

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queen isabella maria of france ! ﹙ a bed untouched and blankets on the windowseat, immaculate hair and porcelain skin, what have i done, what have i done? an untouched plate and an empty wine glass, books piled up on an unused bedside table, a plate of cherries, if only i had died too a worn bible with a small length of ribbon sewn into the cover, candles burned to quick, crescent-moon shaped cuts on the inside of a soft palm, black kirtle, black shawl, everything black ﹚

hi all !! sorry this is so loooong, i’m big into character development so once i got started i couldn’t stop ! i’m enna, i’m 21 and from pst. my pronouns are she/her !!

i have discord, so hmu if you want to contact me there, and if i’m online, i’m always available thru ims !! i’ve played isabella before a few times and she’s the angry-sad love of my life so i’m thrilled to bring her here !!

feel free to like this to plot. there are connection ideas at the bottom so please take a look and see if anything fits your muse and it might help us brainstorm something fun!

ⅰ. — statistics & appearance.

𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 — isabella maria

𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚕𝚎 — queen of france

𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 — trastámara of spain

𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 — bella, but only by her favorite lady’s maid and closest friend

𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 — devoted to god

𝚊𝚐𝚎 / 𝚍𝚘𝚋 — twenty seven, born 23rd may

𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 — spanish

𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 — bisexual ; she’s aware of and has acted on her attraction to women in the past. although it is, naturally, a secret, she is not ashamed of her love for other women.

𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 — female

𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜 — she/her

𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 — 5′4

𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚘𝚗 — her skin is soft, warm and blemish-free, a necessity in her station. she likes to keep her skin clean of any marks and pale, like a doll. she augments the warmth and softness of her features with sharp, simple jewelry & wardrobe choices, although notably she does not display her wealth through jewelry, and instead chooses simple and elegant designs over heavy and ornate

𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍 — she’s small and well-built, not skinny, but soft and with a certain amount of roundness to her. she has the typical feminine shape and a bit around her tummy, thighs, and arms

𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 — her voice is lovely and her accent is chocolatey, carefully schooled to be soft and convincing; when she’s angry, her voice becomes much louder and less delicate, slipping further into her accent

𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚜 — she carries herself like her station, with an air of superiority: her chin is always held high and her neck long, her whole posture ramrod straight; she rarely smiles without coaxing these days, but when she does it’s usually warm and surprised, like she’s forgotten that she knows how to do that

ⅱ. — personality.

tw / miscarriage, depression, mentions of suicide

𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍 — as a young girl, isabella was a more naive and patient thing. her family ties were strong, and her loyalty to her father & later her brothers was as unwavering as the moon’s rise and fall. she was raised a perfect princess ; educated, crisp, pious and penitent, faithful to the last and hopeful for the future.

𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 — after having lost all of her children thus far, isabella’s disposition has hardened, and her love and loyalty has started to chip away. she still acts a quiet, faithful and penitent wife, sewing her husband’s shirts and spending an hour or two in the chapel a day. beneath it all, however, is a boiling rage, born of shame, injustice and sadness that she cannot tame.

𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎 — were she a more modern woman, she would hunt for sport and retire to a country house. the business of being queen sits heavily on her shoulders. suffering from depression and often times a passive narrative that her life has been wasted and will continue to be wasted, isabella is about as unhappy as any queen has a right to be. she bears it quietly and acts the part of pretty, perfect wife, although nearing closer and closer to her limit.

𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚎𝚗 — although she was perhaps spoiled and too young when crowned, isabella has become known as a thoughtful, keen-witted and fair queen. remarkably thoughtful, every action and position she takes is well-informed and thought through; she is known for heeding evidence and admitting when she’s wrong. her favorite subjects to learn about are history and economy, and as such she’s done good things for trade and public infrastructure, making her relatively popular with the smaller towns and common people benefiting from her strategic work. she has come to love france, although she does not love governing, and consider its people hers.

𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚏𝚏 — although a haughty and strict mistress, isabella finds herself more and more drawn to common folk. it seems the servants are the only folk that show her empathy within the french borders.

𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚘𝚢𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚢 — depending on the person, isabella ranges from curtly polite to quietly warm ; she does not particularly enjoy french court, but she’s always polite and graceful. there can be no rest for her; although her home and a country she’s deeply proud of, france feels not unlike a claw trap closed tight around her ankle.

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚜 — choleric, intelligent, bold, vindictive, poised, restless, fierce

𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚛��𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚗 — she no longer believes in god. her prayer is show, her piety is act, and if she did believe, the things she’d pray for would be any manner of blasphemy, treason and regicide.

ⅲ. — brief backstory.

— will be updated and changed with plotting and development; relationships with family and french royalty are purposefully left vague until plotted — tw / miscarriage, depression, mentions of suicide

born the middle princess and good for little but bargaining, isabella was spoiled and coddled by her governess from a young age. education, hope and foolish naïveté let her believe the future was wide and wild, that her betrothal was a thing she could become accustomed to, that her father could do no wrong, and that her brothers were blessed by the sun itself. she was looking forward to a life atop a throne with an endless library, travelling and dancing.. and children. happiness. old age and grandeur.

married life quickly disabused her of these childish notions. though she is its queen, she often feels trapped and cornered by france, by her marriage and her duty, willing her body through hatred and shame to do its damn job and provide one squealing shouting babe so she could point to it and say see, i am worth something, i am a princess of spain and i cannot be made less than i am — but an heir never came, and happiness never followed, and the years have made a bitter, hollow woman of one that was once bright and playful.

though miserable and often times wishing for a grave alongside her buried children, she forces herself to persevere through spite alone; she can think of many worthy things to fall to, but a failed marriage and shame are not worthy things to die over. instead she cultivates the anger over the sadness and tries as hard as she can to put herself back together in the wake of her collection of small tragedies.

her only solace is the repeated hope that one day she will be allowed a child she can keep and hold, the stories and poetry she finds among the pages and pages of the french library, and the art and music that calls france home as much as she has to. she keeps tokens of her lost children, even ones she knew for weeks alone. a small ribbon on her bible for the babe she birthed, and river stones for the ones she did not.

ⅳ. — connection ideas.

platonic —

closest friend, confidant ( future or current )

unlikely friendship ( preferably someone with an opposite personality )

earned trust & loyalty ( put some of that endless loyalty and hero worship she’s capable of to good use )

casual friendships, gossip partners, reading circle

political allies, spanish courtiers who she’s remained friends with, a younger noble/royal she’s vaguely maternal towards

negative —

hatred at first sight ( we all love drama )

enemy of france or spain, enemy of her brother or husband,

someone who’s been cruel to her ( french people who have been cruel to her )

someone who dislikes her backbone, rivals

almost lover turned sour

romantic —

formative young adult love ( can be m/f/nb, royalty or no, idc i just like angst )

forbidden temptation ( can be one-sided )

previous betrothals pre-marraige ( can ofc be negative and/or platonic )

an ex lady’s maid she was lowkey in love with

an ill-advised comfort hookup that she’s now avoiding

#thrones.intro #ⅲ. 𝖎𝖘𝖆𝖇𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖆 𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖆 ♖﹙development.﹚#yikes this is.........long . i'll be around a lil longer if u wanna catch my discord and plot w me !

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koganeirou · 6 years ago

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Ikemen Revolution - Sirius’s Route

aka me graduating from being a wannabe livebloggering and becoming a wannabe otome reviewer HAHA.

I have a bunch of left over screenshots from Sirius’s route that I never posted so I decided to compile them all into one post + add in my own awful commentary/review. It’s mostly going to be the latter. So yeah enjoy experiencing Sirius’s route filtered through my terribad commentary and me dragging the poor man more than he deserves.

Honestly Sirius’s route is a blur to me at this point. The one thing that stuck out like a sore thumb that I didn’t like was Alice pinning over how ~cool~ and ~mature~ Sirius is while Sirius kept beating around the bushes about his feelings smh. What was even more annoying is that for the first half of the route it’s just Alice trying to help out with the war and Sirius just giving her menial tasks all day to keep Alice busy and avoid her pestering (╬ಠ益ಠ).

Seth is a real bro in this route and actually gives some GOOD ASS ADVICE, TOO BAD NOBODY MAINLY SIRIUS TAKES HIM SERIOUSLY.

Gee I’m trying to romance you; how utterly elated it makes me to know that I remind you of your siblings.

He fucking KISSES HER ON THE FOREHEAD and is all like “it’s just friendly affection!” BITCH WHAT PART OF THAT IS FRIENDLY AFFECTION?

The funniest thing is is that while this disastrous k-drama high school romance is going on as the supposed main focus, THE FLAMES OF WAR ARE RAGING ON IN THE BACKGROUND. Out of the routes I’ve played so far this route is the only route where the armies actually go in an all out war which I thought was pretty cool.

Okay this is less of a war between Red vs Black and more like Edgar vs Black because Lancelot is out of commission while Kyle is pulling his hair out like an old nanny tending to him and idk what the hell the rest of the Red Army dudes are doing. I am not exaggerating when I say that Edgar is the actual backbone of this army. It’s hard to really take this war seriously considering how no one is dying, only “injured” and these battles seem to have minuscule impacts or consequences and the fact that Sirius and Alice have time to be frolicking off with their less than smooth romance.

As usual Seth is the bro of the war too as he runs around spreading underground rumors. Tbh idk how the hell Seth managed to pose as a “reliable source” but I can just imagine him being like V and just knocking some poor Red Army sap tf out and stealing his clothes and running around spreading rumors like a character in Mean Girls spreading rumors about who the heroine is dating.

BIG YIKES AND BIG SWEAT. I think Sirius’s route is the first route to drop Seth’s connection to the Magic Tower, something I’d definitely never suspect. Maybe he’s a mole?? who knows.

But obviously who cares about that mumbo jumbo! We cut back to Sirius and Alice where Alice is drunk mumbling about how much she loves this sexy man, conveniently just while Sirius is in front of her and hears everything! But like the smooth operator he is he....................... doesn’t do anything. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ He just completely wipes the love confession clean from his memory and continues on his merry way as if it never happened. Great. A+ romantic development there, game.

Hell even the other boys are lowkey sick of Sirius “what is this feeling in my chest?! Definitely not love!” Oswald so they decide to all be MC’s wingmen because clearly that war you guys are fighting that is potentially killing all your men isn’t important! Sirius, OF COURSE, overhears the entire conversation where Alice admits she loves him and as usual.... HE DOESN’T DO ANYTHING.

Is it a sin if I actually agreed with Seth. I MEAN NO OFFENSE TO SIRIUS BUT............

Seth, can I romance you instead? Promise not to sell me out to the Magic Cult in exchange for Amon’s weed stash though.

Oh jesus christ can you just confess your undying love for each other already this is starting to become infuriating. You guys have a GOD DAMN WAR being fought in the background and instead I’m forced to sit through this cat and mouse game between these two mofos. Sirius, I love you, but. god dammit.

Oh right, were we fighting a war? I think we were fighting a war hahaha oops I completely forgot about that! But thank god that King No Fun is here to ruin everyone’s day! As we know, Lancelot has been pretty much incapacitated the entire route due to using too much magic, but nothing stops the King of Hearts. The man deadass drags his delirious corpse out of his bed (cue Kyle screaming in the background) and waltz into the Black Army HQ like he pays rent to whisk our princess away like the friendly neighborhood kidnapper that he is. He knocks her tf out and frolics into the sunset on his horse with Alice’s passed out body.

Sirius being the knight in shining armor that he is catches up to Lance on his horse and demands Lance return Alice, which Lance is like “nah son”. Sirius then proceeds to BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF LANCELOT (╬⁽⁽ ⁰ ⁾⁾ Д ⁽⁽ ⁰ ⁾⁾) I THOUGHT THIS MAN DIDN’T KNOW HOW TO FIGHT! and starts screaming in Lancelot’s face about how much pain his kokoro is in ever since Lancelot started being a piece of shit. Lancelot’s reaction pretty much just amounts to ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ and he gives up on the girl and saunters off.

Sirius proceeds to spill his token tragic backstory to Alice, about how he, Harr and Lance used to be best friends but ever since Harr was exiled and Lance took the title of King of Hearts, their friendship had been strained broken to smithereens considering how Harr LITERALLY tries to kill Lance. Honestly as much as I roast the terribad romance between Alice and Sirius, I really enjoyed learning about Sirius’s history with Harr and Lance and it was by far the most enjoyable part of the route. I appreciate how much Sirius cares about Lance and Harr and it’s definitely the thing I like most about his character.

Anyhoo they return to find the Black Army Headquarters ABSOLUTELY DECIMATED. The magic cult goons completely smashed their headquarters but considering how all the boys have plot armor, no one is hurt so it’s all okay! （‐＾▽＾‐）

Alice realizes that Lancelot kidnapped her to protect her from the attack and that he is most likely being manipulated by someone in the shadows. She convinces Sirius to take her onto the battle field to confront Lancelot once and for all for answers. FINALLY THE PLOT IS GOING SOMEWHERE, and this is like what, part 20 at least?!

The moment they confront Lancelot on the battle field, the real King No Fun aka Amon crashes the party and he’s not a happy camper. He’s sick of Lancelot buying time so decides to just whisk Alice away himself!

aaaaand finally Lancelot’s “I’m the Worst” facade drops as he loses his shit. I find it interesting how it’s the first time he refers to the MC by her name and not Alice. He dives into Amon’s teleportation spell and gets whisked away with them.

Alice awakens to find herself in Amon’s creepy sex dungeon and Amon is like... your stereotypical evil cackling maniac cartoon villain that you’d expect.

He’s even a misogynistic twat as the icing on the cake.

Unfortunately Amon only wanted Alice but he accidentally brought Sirius and Lancelot too as carry on luggage. He leaves Lancelot be since he needs him but Sirius is just a fly in his plan so LIKE THE EVIL CACKLING TOTALLY NOT RIKA VILLAIN THAT HE IS HE PULLS OUT A FUCKING GUN

and shoots Lancelot.

Amon shits bricks over Lancelot protecting Sirius but is ultimately Monokuma level “lmao idgaf” and proceeds to try and kill Sirius but they’re rescued by Harr and Loki who whisks them away back to Red Army Headquarters.

Kyle REALLY FUCKING SHITS BRICKS THIS TIME POOR BOY CAN’T GET A BREAK after seeing Lancelot’s condition and somehow miraculously brings Lance back from the brink of death. Sirius and Alice talk with Lancelot and he finally comes clean with the truth about how Amon’s threatening to destroy Cradle with his weed stash unless Lancelot cooperates. Sirius is all like “aight then let’s go destroy his weed stash” and both armies begin working together to defeat Amon. Great, the climax of the plot is finally here, I’m so excited!

THAT IS UNTIL Alice realizes that the full moon is finally here and thus she must go home! She highkey wants to stay but Sirius is like “nah son you going home”. and proceeds to SHOVE HER ASS DOWN THE GATES OF HELL. But not before making out with her like his life depended on it. What the fuck, he doesn’t even confess his love for her! He just makes out with her and is all like “lul bye” and shoves her down the garden portal.

Welp great, the final battle with Amon is finally starting and I’M NOT EVEN THERE TO SEE IT LMAO! It’s like the writers got too lazy at the end and pulled this bs to avoid showing the climax of the story. Wtf let me kick ass with my man, what is this weak ass underwhelming development.

Alice waits around in Reason for about 3 months before going like “yeah you know what fuck it” and decides to go back to Cradle because a hoe got better things to do then just sitting on her ass waiting for her man who may never come for her!

She goes to the park just in time to see Sirius, who, surprise surprise, actually did come to get her! He tells her how they finally defeated Amon and that Cradle is finally safe! Amazing, it took you three months to find that weed stash; it took Alice and Jonah one evening in Jonah’s route.

She goes back to Cradle with Sirius but it’s already night so they decided to pitch a tent at a nearby inn with only one bed!

just go to sleep...................... just go to fucking sleep.

The next day they return to the Black Army Headquarters, which is now peaceful since Amon is defeated and the war is over. I got Sirius’s dramatic end; Alice and Sirius decide to go over to Sirius’s flower shop, where they run into Lancelot whose finally chilled out with his “I’m the Worst” act now that Amon isn’t breathing down his neck every second like a creepy evil Santa Clause. Lancelot buys an iris flower and proceeds to give it to Alice.

I’M FUCKING CRY HE’S SO SOFT.......... HE SO SOFT...... PLEASE PROTECT HIM AND HIS PRECIOUS SMILE.

The route ends with Alice planting the flower Lancelot gave her in the garden of the Black Army HQ, promising to live her life with Sirius and protect the little things that are important to them (´へωへ`*). and finally, FUCKING FINALLY, SIRIUS FINALLY TELLS HER HE LOVES HER. THAT TOOK YOU LIKE WHAT, THE ENTIRE ROUTE?

but no seriously imagine how awkward it’d be for Alice, after making out and sleeping with him only to be like “oh wait does he even actually love me, he never said he did” derp.

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Anyway that was a rundown of my own thoughts of his route + awful commentary. I definitely think his route was one of the weaker ones and it just didn’t feel like Sirius or Alice had any chemistry (｡-人-｡). I hate to admit being disappointed, especially because I was really looking forward to Sirius’s route but alas it is what it is. There were some nice scenes and I liked the friendship dynamic between him, Lance, and Harr but overall it definitely paled in comparison to Jonah’s or even Lancelot’s route. Ohwell, sorry Sirius lmao.

#ellie plays ikerev terribly #ellie plays #ikemen revolution #sirius oswald

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realmzenith · 7 years ago

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elaina ! :)

lays down, mai ily. anyways?? someone pls save elaina she Needs help

What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?fairly long?? but not super long it’d make her anxious. maybe twenty minutes. it’d be a different story if it was a life or death thing tho obv

How easy is it for your character to laugh?difficult. from one to ten w one being v easily she’s like a 7. but for full uninhibited laughter it’s a solid 9. she mostly smiles and when she does laugh it’s at the dumbest things

How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?)she’ll lurk on instagram or think which are honestly both bad ideas for her bc instagram makes her depressed bc her social life sux and thinking makes her depressed bc she’s pessimistic and tends to overthink EVERYTHINg. however sometimes she’ll be smart abt it and read a book or look at plant pics or space which will more often than not successfully allow her to relax and get some shut eye

How easy is it to earn their trust?HM not too difficult prbly a 3 if ur nice to her and ur not a complete idiot- ok well. just if ur nice to her bc she literally falls in love w josie an idiot in her storyline

How easy is it to earn their mistrust?moderately difficult she has a hard time accepting that the ppl she trusts are capable of wronging her and usually assumes it was smth she did. she’s kind of an idiot like that so yk :) she’s prbly a 6 on that one? if we’re also accounting for the ppl she moderately trusts. however if we’re only talking abt the ppl she genuinely completely trusts it’s like an 8. she’s not COMPLETELy stupid but still p stupid abt relationships

Do they consider laws flexible, or immovable?rules should be followed. she accepts them as a given and that they will be followed as a given. it’ll srsly throw off her game if someone starts blatantly disobeying the law in front of her even if it is just a nominal thing

What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?she’s not a v emotional person? she does feel deeply but hmm i suppose she is fairly nostalgic. certain melodies played on the guitar would prbly be one of the bigger triggers. her mom used to play and she and her dad would sing like dorks but they?? kind of dont do it anymore and she misses it but she isn’t sure how to ask to do it again. it’s the same w disney movies. they don’t watch them as a fam as much as they used to anymore but they still do on occasion! as for enjoying it she doesn’t rlly like nostalgia?? but she lets herself fall into it frequently

What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child?she was constantly told to talk to the other kids. she’s never been v social or good w ppl as she prefers her small group of ppl she knows and is comfortable w plus she’s an only child so she’s always been forced to socialize esp in casual settings

Do they swear? Do they remember their first swear word?not super frequently. she does say damn bc that’s just the classic xstj swear word, her first she remembers v distinctly. it was “bitch” and completely her older cousin’s fault

What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them?she lowkey feels like her entire life is a lie? she’s a smart gal and gets good grades easily. she’s close to the top of her class and is considered one of the smart kids. but she herself is convinced she’s painfully mediocre and despite her other talents and unique personality traits she’s like :) im sorry for lying to u all i actually have zero interesting qualities and am a drag but ofc she never voices that bc lbr insecurity? ugly and she doesn’t want to lose the few friends she does have bc she dumped her fears on everyone else. she is, as i said, a Mess

How do they cope with confusion (seek clarification, pretend they understand, etc)?she almost always pretends she understands but if she doesn’t feel like there’ll be negative consequences to asking for clarification and she’s feeling confident she’ll bluntly ask the other person to clear things up for her esp in a business type setting such as school projects, etc. it’s situational but socially speaking? she’ll pretend until she Dies

How do they deal with an itch found in a place they can’t quite reach?ask nico to get it or just struggle for ages to try to get it herself

What color do they think they look best in? Do they actually look best in that color?she likes green and black but thinks she looks p drab in most things. in all actuality she prbly does look sharpest in black but yellow makes her look super cute, brings out a softer side of her. dark green is also flattering on her

What animal do they fear most?hm prbly eels esp electric eels. they freak her out for no particular reason. otherwise, she likes most animals and doesn’t mind most bugs

How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first?she does usually think before she speaks. on the extreme she’ll turn over a phrase abt ten times in her mind before even considering speaking it aloud but that’s rare and only in high stress situations. despite the fact that she does think before she speaks she’s very blunt abt most things. lay it out like it is and all. embellishing sentences or softening her statements is smth she rarely does as she finds it inefficient

What makes their stomach turn?reckless behavior she HATES when ppl do stupid risky crap in front of her she finds it very unnecessary and anxiety inducing

Are they easily embarrassed?oh yes absolutely

What embarrasses them?everything. anything. her existence. ppl flirting w her. her parents. being teased. being incompetent. being singled out for anything. lots of things :)

What is their favorite number?she likes the number 60. no reason in particular it’s just a nice number. cue her friend, nico in the back yelling SIXTY???? MORE LIKE SEXY

If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so?oh oof dont talk to her about love it throws her for an existential crisis. hm but if srsly asked this she’d prbly say smth like “familial love is smth we’re rarely allowed to choose. platonic is more logical and circumstantial, and romantic is a combination of the two in the sense that it’s ur heart’s choice to begin and ur mind’s to continue.”

Why do they get up in the morning? society dictates that in order for an individual to contribute meaningfully to the world, you must get up by 7 am and do whatever lot’s been handed to you. thus she, as a good functioning member of society, gets up in the mornings and drives to school day in and day out as fate has dictated her duty to be

How does jealousy manifest itself in them (they become possessive, they become aloof, etc)? erratic. she’ll act strangely and become more distant. if it continues for long enough she’ll eventually snap at whoever’s nearest and asking what’s up w her

How does envy manifest itself in them (they take what they want, they become resentful, etc)? it makes her sad tbh sldkfjlkj she’s like welp.. this is the lot i’ve been given if i don’t accept it that’s my problem. then she keeps her head up and carries on

Is sex something that they’re comfortable speaking about? To whom? she prefers not to talk abt sex. she’d be v confused if someone brought up the topic of sex casually tho she isn’t SUPER squeamish abt discussing it it’s just?? unprofessional so why would u? ofc w her s/o she would be more than willing to discuss it in order to smooth out questions or misunderstandings before yk. actually. doing the sex

What are their thoughts on marriage? marriage to her is one of the pillars of society, and while she respects people who don’t want to get married, for herself she views it a checkbox on her list of things she needs to do before she dies. it’s?? like she sort of has a timeline and marriage is on the list of things that need to happen sometime in her twenties. she believes marriage should be a mutually beneficial union based on love and respect and believes that along w family units it’s a wonderful invention. however, despite all of this she kind of doubts she’ll ever get married bc she’s like who would date me lbr here :) and while simultaneously seeking after marriage she’s resigned herself to becoming an eventual crazy old cat lady

What is their preferred mode of transportation? she prefers bullet trains. efficient, usually comfortable, she doesn’t have to drive- what more could you want? she’s also fond of walking if a place is close by. helps her chill

What causes them to feel dread? the feeling that a relationship is falling apart and the divide between herself and the other person is growing. the little things like not waiting for the other person after class or “forgetting” to mention another thing about their day- the small things that point to a relationship breaking down. if there’s one thing she hates more than unnecessary conflict and having to just end things then and there it’s watching things slowly fall apart. that is extremely dread inducing in her opinion

Would they prefer a lie over an unpleasant truth? if u asked her? she’d say she prefers the truth. in reality? she prefers the lie. she internalizes things and oftentimes “unpleasant truths” can weigh her down for ages. frequently enough to note, she’ll allow herself to continue in ignorance rather than accept the reality of the truth which she’ll sort of know she’s doing but just push to the back of her mind in order to avoid the panic that comes with actually confronting the problem. ignorance is bliss and all. nevertheless, in the long run and in hindsight, she prefers the truth as ripping off the bandaid proves easier than pulling out misplaced stitches one by one

Do they usually live up to their own ideals? she doesn’t come close. she has very lofty ideals to which she holds both herself and others around her. she wants to be someone who’s looked up to as strong. she values efficiency, honesty, reliability and genuinely good motives as well as charisma, passion and confidence. she’s doing alright with the first few but the last three are debatable. she’s passionate about v select things and her confidence levels looks like a heartrate monitor

Who do they most regret meeting? herself. she regrets gaining sentience

Who are they the most glad to have met? josie ;) but nico and ale are close seconds

Do they have a go-to story in conversation? Or a joke? nope what’s a Conversation? what’s a Joke? she doesnt know them :)

Could they be considered lazy? that’s a no. she works extremely hard and nearly always carries through. it’s partially her nature and partially a way for her to “make up” for her perceived lack of talents

How hard is it for them to shake a sense of guilt? extremely difficult but w time she eventually can esp when given the right type of support

How do they treat the things their friends come to them excited about? Are they supportive? that’s. a hard one. she IS technically supportive but that’s only when she recognizes how much the thing means to the other person and she’s honestly rlly bad at reading these kinds of situations, so it’s rare that she actually does. she’ll kinda be like wtf but if she doesn’t recognize the other person is genuinely excited and invested in the thing she’ll do her best to give her own brand of awkward support

Do they actively seek romance, or do they wait for it to fall into their lap?she’ll pursue a romantic interest if enough proof that it’s plausible is given but it’s rare that she gets enough “proof” for this to happen. generally speaking, she kind of pushes her desire for romance down. she’ll worry abt it later or at least until josie shows up eyes emoji

Do they have a system for remembering names, long lists of numbers, things that need to go in a certain order (like anagrams, putting things to melodies, etc)? not rlly? she’ll just go thru things multiple times she’s not the most innovative person when it comes to things like this. route memorization is her go to

What memory do they revisit the most often?;) depends on where in the storyline we’re talking but post story defo the time when she and josie went hiking w some of their other friends and when they reached the summit of the mountain the clouds were beneath the peak n completely coating the sky. it looked like a carpet of clouds, like another world and they shared a bit of a Moment. the little things are what elaina rlly cherishes

How easy is it for them to ignore flaws in other people?difficult she’s a bit of a critical person. she’s also not the most tactful when it comes to emotional intelligence related situations so ppl will likely find out she does see those flaws in them if they stick around long enough

How sensitive are they to their own flaws?not SO much but she does take things to heart. she’s sort of?? accepted her perceived mediocrity and general dullness but she’s in no way ceasing to attempt to change other things abt herself. so she’ll seemingly take criticisms in stride but they’ll stick w her when she’s Overthinking

How do they feel about children? kids are? good? she likes kids. as for having them, she’s considered it some and she thinks she might like to. at the same time, she also thinks she’d make a terrible parent- too harsh, bad w comfort, easily stressed. in all reality, she’d be better than most ppl as one esp after gaining a bit of confidence

How badly do they want to reach their end goal? rn the goal is graduating and she wants that fairly badly but she doesn’t particularly doubt her ability to achieve it. after that, it’s getting a good job which she also doesn’t overtly doubt as a certainty so yes she does want it but it’s not?? SUPEr concerning except when she begins to doubt her abilities and if she’ll ever feel like her life is fulfilling

If someone asked them to explain their sexuality, how would they do so? she’s lesbian. she’d say it means she’s attracted to women

QUESTIONS FOR CREATORS

A) Why are you excited about this character?baby. she’s gonna find loveB) What inspired you to create them?love, simon! i wanted to write a cute lesbian high school romance so thus josie and elaina were bornC) Did you have trouble figuring out where they fit in their own story?nope!D) Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look?nope again! she used to be full korean but now she’s half korean and half scandinavian! i think she used to be taller too she’s 5′5″ nowE) Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you?there are some aspects of each other that would get on the other’s nerves. like i dont think she’d appreciate the wonky outbursts i sometimes have and i’d get annoyed by her lack of social tact/annoyance at the world even tho i lowkey share those traits but otherwise i think we’d get along p well! i think i’d find her cute and i think she’d like my perceived confidence. we share a similar rationality as wellF) What do you feel when you think of your OC (pride, excitement, frustration, etc)?empathy she’s a big mood tbh and also i want her to be happy G) What trait of theirs bothers you the most?her lack of emotional intelligence. while i like blunt and logic oriented ppl it’d get slightly frustrating after a while to be around someone who’s a lil oblivious to social/emotional cues even if that’s a moodH) What trait do you admire most?her humble diligence. i have to complain twice as much as her to get half the things she gets done doneI) Do you prefer to keep them in their canon universe?i think she’d ALSO do great in a sci fi universe. ha maybe i need to give these kids a sci fi au verseJ) Did you have to manipulate or exclude canon factors to allow them to create their character?not rlly no!

#defenestrata #SFsldkjflskfj GOSH she sounds so depressing in this #i swear she's actually not this depressing #usually #i mean she's just got low self esteem ??#anyways i lov mai thanks for comign to my ted talk #elaina #triad #my ocs

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yoongiandchiminie · 7 years ago

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CONTRARY. {MAFIA & SOULMATE AU} PART 1

Series: When you’re born, you can’t see a color until you meet the eyes of your Soulmate for the first time. Bangtan is known as one of the most infamous gangs around. This series will focus on the lighter side of things, their soulmates- Well, maybe they’re lighter. Maybe.

Genre: Angst, Mafia!AU, Soulmate!AU, Angst, Kind of Fluffy?, Lowkey Smut

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, mature themes, strong language, sexual themes

Word count: 5,906

Summary: There was no such things as Soulmates in Jungkook’s eyes until he met his own and came face to face with you. Could the Golden Boy of Bangtan have been wrong?

Jeon Jungkook didn’t care too much about most things even if he excelled in them. His only care in the world a good amount of the time was about his gang, Bangtan. Other than that it was mostly when he would get laid next. The parade of random girls to come out of his home was almost a fun game for the other members to count as their faces would disappear forever.

Your skin was smoother than the last girl he had been with. It didn't click in his head at first that he could now see the color green, but as he watched your eyes bore in his as he was eating you out it went off all at once. You didn't dare say a word, he was making you moan too much to do so. He wasn't sure you realized you could see brown now since the room was dark and with his inability to give a fuck, he didn't say anything on the matter.

As soon as the sex had ended however, he realized you did know. His eyes had begun wondering your room for the color green to study it and he slowly learned things about you. There were medals covering the walls and pictures of friends and family littering them as well. He could infer your life was cookie cutter cute just by looking and as he pulled you against his chest, he heard your small voice speak. “It was Jungkook, right? That’s what the guy yelled before I pulled you out of the bar and we ran here.”

“Yep.” he was still a bit out of breath. For some reason you not addressing the obvious was making him uneasy as ever. He’d seen you talking to Yugyeom from another gang, GOT7 and he always loved to get what the other wanted. He thought of it as a game despite the other's dismay. “That’s me. Jungkook.”

“Jungkook.” you repeated, your voice airey and cute. He could feel his heart almost flutter every time you spoke. “Kookie. Does anyone call you that?”

He chuckled and ran his fingers through your hair, “Yeah, yeah. My friends do to tease me. It sounds nice from you though.” He wasn’t quite sure why he was playing along at this point. Jungkook had this whole thing about Soulmates. He didn’t truly believe in them. He watched his parents suffer and fight for years despite being them and when they got divorced, he vowed he would have nothing to do with it.

Yet here he was, watching your figure disappearing into the grey blankets that maybe you’d mistaken as brown in the store. “Hey, put your number in my phone.” Suddenly in his hands was a nice phone with a pink case. Your screensaver was you smiling with a bunch of friends at the beach. The more he learned about you, the more sick to his stomach he felt as it churned around inside of him. However, it wasn’t enough to change his ways.

He punched his number in and carefully handed your phone back to you. His gut told him it was the right thing to do, but his brain instantly kicked in. The moment you were asleep soundly, he unlocked your phone with the code he’d watched you put in earlier and deleted his number. Then he left. Jeon Jungkook had no time for soulmates with the amount of affairs he had for himself and along with the Bangtan ones.

At a young age Jungkook was taught not to believe in any of this shit. Colors are colors and love is love. Two separate entities tied together by some fuck who decided it’d be funny to mess with people. The only love he felt (As much as he hated to admit it) was for the rest of the members of Bangtan. His mother was god knows where and his father called him once a month from whatever hell hole he was in, so Bangtan was it for him.

He arrived home at the crack of dawn and was quickly in the fridge. It was mediocrely stocked at the moment and the Maknae of the house had been swiftly avoiding going food shopping for the past few months. He just held it off long enough that someone got sick of it and eventually went. Normally it was Hoseok’s girl who did it and Jungkook had come to see her as a maternal figure. Their relationship made him want to believe in love, but the only thing he felt for that girl last night was heat. He disregarded any form of a spark as something minor even if the passion was alive in the night.

Jungkook wasn’t too good at cooking and it didn’t seem as if anyone was home that he could guilt into making him breakfast. He settled for some Lucky Charms that were going stale at this point, but he didn’t care too much. There was a moment where he almost ate the baby puffs that lined an entire cabinet, but opted out. He’d get in a lot of trouble if he tried to take his youngest in the house title back in that way.

He ended up eating more than he probably should've, but the guilt didn’t eat him alive. He figured that he should probably replace everything he ate, but he knew he wouldn’t. Time had almost slipped away as he didn’t even hear the footsteps of someone waking up to greet him. It was Namjoon, the leader of Bangtan. He greeted the younger with a corny smile which quickly turned into confusion at the fine cuisine that laid in front of Jungkook.

“How lazy are you?” he snickered and took the seat across from him, “You reek like alcohol and I suggest you shower before anyone else gets up.” Jungkook shrugged and continued to stuff his face, almost devouring the entire box of cereal. “When did you walk in?”

“Like an hour or two ago.” he responded after swallowing a spoonful of marshmallow, “Yo, the weirdest thing happened to me last night.” Namjoon twirled his hand for the other to continue. “I met my soulmate or somethin’. You know green’s a really boring color? I thought it’d be cooler.”

The leader of Bangtan choked on thin air. “And then why are you here?” The two made eye contact for a moment. While Namjoon was shocked, Jungkook’s face read disgust. “Oh, your dumb little fuckin’ thing. Dude, c’mon. Just cause your parents lied to you doesn’t mean it’s the end of Soulmate’s for you as you know it.”

“Lied? You think so?” Namjoon nodded. “I don’t give a fuck. I like my lifestyle. No strings attached.”

“Call your Dad and think your shit through, JK. Don’t break this girl’s heart because of your shitty shit. Don’t make her a straggler when you’re completely able to be there for her. She’s healthy and stuff, so give her a chance. I bet when you fucked it was awesome.” He laughed at the last part and left the room.

This little speech should have sent Jungkook into his thoughts, but instead he was focused on the smell that he’d just realized was around him. He made a sour face and cleaned off the bowl, putting it on the side of the sink instead of the dish washer. He heard people moving through the large home and basically sprinted to the bathroom so he wouldn’t have to take their shit about him smelling all day.

Upon entry to the bathroom, he locked the door and pulled a towel out of the cabinet. He placed his phone on the charger that he conveniently left in there and started running the water so it would be hot enough for him to get in. Jungkook was so intent on being annoying in any way that he could that he connected his music to the speakers that lined the walls. It was almost 9 am now so most of the people in the house should’ve been up by then.

His clothes basically peeled off of him but before he could step inside, a thought lingered in his mind about his talk with RM. “Call your dad.” Kept playing through his mind and he simply wondered how Namjoon could know more about his family than he himself. So, he shot his Dad a text asking if they could meet up for lunch today. He hadn’t seen him in a few months, but this definitely wouldn’t be too shady.

Bangtan had been around for about ten years now and Jungkook was 23. He kept in contact with his family to an extent, but he kept them at odds. He never really forgave his mother for leaving or his father for being distant, but somewhere in his deep heart he cared a bit. His childhood home was always toxic and he hated being there.

His father drank a lot and from the tabs Jungkook had been keeping, he was sober now. It’d been a couple of weeks for him and he felt a bit of pride about his father’s state. As much as he had tried to be a good Dad when he was younger, he found home in his friends. He was the youngest of the group and had become friends with them during elementary school.

Jungkook was a popular kid, but everyone has their bullies. One day a bunch of older boys had seen his father piss drunk in the middle of the day and recognized him as Kook’s dad. They were picking on him when his Dad didn’t get him from school and he instead had to walk home alone. Jimin was taking the same route home from school and even though he was shy, he helped the even shyer boy out.

Then after the two got their asses kicked, they became friends. Jimin had been Taehyung’s best friend and Yoongi was Taehyung’s mentor in some school thing from years ago. Hoseok and Namjoon were Yoongi’s two best friends and Jin was best friends with Joon. The seven of them being close just fell into place and the intense family bond they had shone through in any situation. They followed each other aimlessly and thus, Bangtan was created as well.

During his loud shower, Jungkook’s phone buzzed a multitude of times. He ended his shower early because the slight buzzing he could hear through his music was annoying him to no extent. He always managed to get ticked off by the simplest things and as of late his tolerance for such things was depleting

He patted himself off and wrapped the white towel around his waist. He had some fear of getting any kind of water on his electronics even though he was extremely dumb about them. He constantly had drinks around his super computer in his room and speakers lying around the pool and his phone was always in places it probably shouldn’t be.

His father had texted him a multitude of times, extremely excited about Jungkook reaching out. Kook just rolled his eyes at the emojis and exclamation marks, but a little part of him was happy that his father was getting better and actually cared. The little part of him that wasn’t concerned about the meeting he had tonight for new weapons with Big Bang.

They’d agreed to meet up at a restaurant near his father for lunch in about an hour and a half which meant Jungkook had to leave soon. The new place he was living was a lot further from the Bangtan Base and he knew he didn’t want to be late. He needed to know why his leader knew more than him. Allegedly.

Jungkook was a simple guy when he wasn’t trying to pick up girls. The basic white shirt and black jeans combo was what he normally went for. Today he paired it with a double pierced hat and sunglasses to mask his tired eyes. He’d slept a bit with you the night earlier, but it wasn’t enough for him.

The bed was emptier than it had been a few hours ago and upon waking up you sighed at the sight. You figured he was too good to be true. Jungkook. Your soulmate had been lying next to you hours ago and now he was gone without a goodbye. He seemed distraught upon the awakening, but you couldn’t exactly depict why. It picked at your brain as you got ready for work, but you decided not to let it bother you.

After coming to that conclusion, you continued to let it piss you off. What the fuck could you have possibly done wrong to make him erase himself? Literally fucking nothing. The night was pretty magical in your eyes and the sex was amazing, if anything. The sparks that protruded around the room as you moaned his name into the night had you excited about the future, but now it was nothing.

It simply played through your mind as you showered to get ready for work and you just got consecutively angrier. Meeting your soulmate was always something you had looked forward to in your life. Everyone around you was happy and in a relationship basically and you were constantly teased for your lack there of. Most people had found their soulmate before their twenties and here you were at 23, alone.

So, you did the next best option. You slept around a lot but vowed to stop once you found him. Now, you weren’t too sure about that. Once you got out of the shower you even discovered that he had removed his number from his phone and you couldn’t help but to feel like pang of pain hit again.

Before you left for work, you checked your mailbox with the usual bills downstairs. Except, there was a note inside of the box. It was a handwritten note on a napkin that had the logo of the bar you’d stayed at the night before on it. “I’m here for you next time.” it was written with semi nice handwriting and sighed, “Yugyeom” with a heart and a phone number next to it.

The thought that he had followed you and Jungkook back to your place didn’t even cross your mind as you texted him “Haha, the note was cute.” It was still fairly early so you didn’t exactly expect a reply, but as you got into your car to drive to the office building you worked in, your phone vibrated. “Says you.” It read and you could almost hear the smirk in his voice.

Last night, you’d spoken to the two boys together for a while before heading to the bathroom. When you’ returned, Yugyeom was gone and Jungkook was just the right amount of hot to take you home. You weren’t quite sure why you hadn’t made eye contact before that intimate moment, but you wished you had so you weren’t completely asleep when he left. The thought that he may not have even slept with you crossed your mind as well, so you were happy it didn’t happen back at the bar. The sex was probably some of the best you’d ever had.

Jungkook found himself sitting at the restaurant alone about twenty minutes after his father and himself had decided to meet. He decided to take the time alone to talk to all of the female staff that seemed to be making eyes at him. He knew he was attractive and so did the rest of the world.

He sat twirling a fork in one hand and his other was draped over a chair as he just made eye contact with everyone to pass by his table. Almost each woman stopped and asked if he needed anything, but they made sure to check if he was waiting for a date or not. He laughed off the notion and simply winked, telling them he was fine each time.

His father walked in right on queue at the half hour mark when Jungkook was debating walking out. He apologized profusely for the wait and blamed it on the traffic. He offered to pay for the meal to make up for it, but his son shrugged off the notion and said he could take care of it. After all, when you’re in one of the best gangs around loads of money tends to be one of the perks.

“So, what is it you want to speak about?” They had held small talk, but when the food had arrived his father cut right to the chase. He may have made some poor choices in the past, but he wasn’t slow in this sense. He knew his son. Well, he used to.

Jungkook was somewhat taken back by the direct approach and simply couldn’t decide which question to ask first. On one hand he could be blunt and ask why he could have possibly lied and on the other he could beat around the bush and ask why he was speaking to Namjoon. There was no question to which he would choose.

“Did you lie to me? Is mother not your soulmate?”

His father’s face sunk at the accusation and he immediately put his fork down to make eye contact with his son. “No, she isn’t.” Jungkook’s face fell. As much as he was forced to hate the idea of soulmates, he hated liars even more. “We were going to tell you the truth but then that bitch-” he caught himself as his son’s face changed at the mention of his mother. “She left and I just wanted you to hate her. I wanted you to fucking hate her, but I didn’t mean to make you hate love. I was so trapped in my own shit I didn’t consider you. I apologize.”

“Then why the fuck are you talking to Namjoon about this and not me?” he snapped and slammed his hands on the table, breaking the vase of flowers that sat between them. His force caused all of the things on the table to jump and move.

“Kookie calm down-” his father tried to console his son as his face heated up, but they both knew he was past the breaking point.

“Don’t fucking call me that!” he was screaming now and the low keyness he held before was completely out the window. He threw the money for their meals onto the table and stormed out, his father at his heels. “You don’t get the right to after ruining a portion of my life! I forgave you for my childhood and lack of! This is something that I so sinfully threw out the fucking window and now I hurt the girl that I’m suppose to-” his voice broke as he neared his car and his emotions flooded through his entire being. “The girl I’m supposed to love! You didn’t get your happy ending and you just ruined mine.”

He unlocked his car and slammed the door, but his father stood right outside. “She died, Jeon Jungkook! My soulmate died and so did your mothers! Stragglers sometimes find a haven in each other, but this didn’t work and you can’t blame us for not working!”

The enraged man slightly rolled down the window as he back out of his spot and briefly held eye contact with the other. “Don’t speak to anyone in my life or I’ll ruin yours. I’ll destroy it more than you already have.”

Then he was gone.

He drove for hours before stopping. It was forced since he his car gas light was on. He recognized the area around him that he went to in his haze and it was near you. The apartment you two had been in together hours ago and the apartment he left you in. Instead of going to a gas station he pulled into a spot in front of the building and his long limbs walked him to the locked door to wait for your green eyes.

There was a chance you could be inside and there was a chance you would just run right by him, but even the small bit that he could apologize mattered. He didn’t want to end up like his father; A liar who couldn’t atone for his sins until he was approached. He didn’t want to be like his mother; A woman who just left the son she’d given raised for the past years.

Jeon Jungkook wanted to become his own person and that meant fixing his attitude. He’d blown off the weapons trade and turned off his phone to do so. If Bangtan wanted to find him, they’d be in his face within moments. They knew he was lost in his thoughts and had to find his way out alone.

It wasn’t until your green eyes were focused on another's red hair as you approached the door. He store up with half lidded eyes as he watched you walk towards your apartment with none other than Kim Yugyeom. There was nothing happening between the two of you other than laughter, but Jungkook thought he knew better. No. He knew that fuck from GOT7 better than you ever would.

This was all apart of his game. All the other wanted was what Jungkook himself had, but you weren’t willing to give it to him. You didn't know anything of their rivalry and just wanted a friend to spend your day with. Your plan was to watch some movies, while Bangtan’s finest knew about the other intentions in the red heads mind.

“Are you fucking joking?” Jungkook took long strides over and shocked you, causing you to jump behind your newly found friend.

“You vanished.” your eyes began to well with tears from the sheer emotion that your soulmate was displaying. You weren’t scared or anything, but you could just feel how hurt he was. How something was wrong.

“Well, I’m here to apologize.” his voice was sincere as he attempted to dodge around the taller to make the ever fated eye contact with you.

“And how do we know that for sure?” Yugyeom was testy and easily ready to take matters into his own hands to get what he wanted. GOT7 and Bangtan were currently on good terms, but Jungkook was ready to blow it all to make it up to her. Whoever she was, she was his soulmate and he wanted to learn more.

Jungkook met your saturated eyes and you could almost pass out from the intensity being lit in the area. Between you and him and between the two men you were with. “She knows.” Jungkook’s voice was strong, but you could feel the vulnerability within it and nodded. Yugyeom scoffed and his friendly facade faded back into his fuckboy one.

“Yeah, whatever.” he waved the pair of soulmates off and strode away with no other words. The lack of confrontation was unheard of, but there was probably some ulterior motive. Most likely Jaebum ordered him not to start unnecessary shit. Again.

“Why are you so upset?” you asked, quite unsure of why you were doing so. Yes, Yugyeom had made you feel better about the situation in a way. He’d told you that Jungkook was just some lonely boy from the rich side of town who always got what he wanted. It wasn’t necessarily true but it made you feel better about being ditched. Your question was followed by a brief mumble to yourself saying, “Why do I even care…?”

Jungkook ignored your latter comment and took the kind opportunity to walk over to you and wrap his arm around your waist. Some little thing inside you couldn’t find the anger you’d previously held to push him away and instead let the two of you into your building. “We can talk when we get upstairs.” he stated and held the door open for the two of you to walk through.

The walk upstairs was silent, but you could just feel the raw emotion emitted from his entire being. His touch was directly emulating the feeling towards your kind soul and you couldn’t help but want to make him feel better. Being someone’s soulmate was a big deal in your eyes and if he was willing to get passed what he’d done, you’d consider it as well.

A dark thought of if he did this right away, what was he capable down the road loomed in the back of your thoughts. The only thing scaring it away was the sheer desire to be loved by someone who was fully capable to do so. Who was destined to love you.

His eyes watched your every motion as you unlocked the door and quickly shed your shoes and coat to become more comfortable. He repeated your actions, already feeling at home. You made your way over to the couch and both took a seat. You attempted to create a space in the middle, but he wasn't having it. He'd wasted all this time already that he couldn't waste anymore.

There was a long sigh before he began to speak and anxiety rode high within it. “My parents-” he sighed again and began to tap his fingers along his own thigh. “I’m sorry for leaving you without a word.”

“And deleting your number.” you butt in, attempting to ease the tension with a light tone. “How’d you get into my phone anyways?”

“And deleting my number. The last part- is another time. I’ll tell you later.” you opened your mouth to speak again but as he sighed you decided to hold your tongue. “I grew up my entire life thinking that this whole soulmate thing was a waste of my time. It was nothing personal to you and as I talk, I want you to slowly understand that you did nothing wrong last night. You were perfect.”

A light pink blush tinted your cheeks and you stood up, facing away from him. You glanced at him for a moment as you walked over to the kitchen behind the couch. “If it’s going to be a long story, we may as well have food and drinks. I’m starving and I can hear your stomach through your tears.”

“I haven’t cried.” he was quick to fend himself some from casual playing around. He just shot a smooth smile towards you and cleared his throat to continue. “My parents had gone on and on about how they were soulmates, but today I found out they lied to me. That’s the only way I can put this, truthfully. I don’t have much of a conscious left on me anymore and that’s mainly due to my line of work but you were just fresh on my mind in a way. It wasn’t like your naked body under mine was stuck in my thoughts or the way my name sounded from your pretty pink li-”

He shut off his thoughts about last night upon noticing embarrassed look your face gave and cleared his throat again as you stepped over with a bowl of doritos and soda. “Anyways, I didn't want you to be upset. The image of you waking up alone this morning played through my head and god damn I wish I would have known sooner so maybe I could have been there.”

You tucked your knees into your chest and leaned against the opposite arm of the couch from him as he inched closer to rest his hand on your knee. “So you just want me to forget about it?” you held back the automatic intention of wanting to roll your eyes and instead just made eye contact with his glimmering ones. “Jungkook-”

“I love the way you say my name.” he interrupted and leaned above your legs towards your face to ensure that he could study the color within your orbs. “I loved the feeling that ran through my body just now. An overwhelming feeling of- love. I think it’s love. I don’t get too much of it outside of my ga- my friends. It’s a little foreign in this sense, but I felt it. I know you did too.”

Words weren’t really able to be formed in this moment and instead you held the eye contact that sparked your entire reason to speak to him. The feelings ran rampant in between the two of you and it was almost predictable that within the same moment you’d both lean in for a smooth kiss. You dropped the guard you had up (and your legs) and embraced the man who was hovering above you, lips connected with your own.

The kiss from a view was nothing special, but for the two of you there was a connection. He was trying to be genuine and make up for what he had done and it was apparent to you that anything to do with intimacy was his way of showing it. His lips were chapped and a bit rough, but it didn’t bother you in the slightest sense. You let your body relax as he completely moved over you, legs on both sides.

The kiss stayed sweet until he pulled away and began to place smaller ones down your body. The memories of last night flashed within both of your minds as he trailed his lips down your face and neck, stopping around the slight amount of cleavage that was exposed. Before anything else happened, he stopped and moved off of you.

Jungkook thought there would be more of a shock factor from the sudden break, but as little as you two knew, you were slightly in sync. He took his seat back on the couch and moved your body onto his to keep the skin on skin alive in his own mind.

“Why do you-” you sighed and he laughed, thinking of the many he’d just partaken in. “What is your job that you’re so cold?” you took the brief silence to move off of his lap and next to him again, much to his dismay.

“My job?” he let out a small chuckle and his eyes darted to his shoes that were kicking the carpeted floor. “What’s your job?”

“I work in an office in a tiny cubicle in the city. It’s nothing special, but it’s never what I thought I would amount to.” he turned his face towards yours and cocked his head to the left side as a question as to why. “I was an athlete when I was younger, you see. I was a freestyle swimmer, but I hurt my shoulder and was told I was no longer able to continue. At that point I was 19 and my life felt over. All my friends had careers and were with somebody- so I gave up on a career and took this job, hoping my Prince Charming would whisk me away.”

Your body language had changed as you spoke, now more droopy and closed in. As much as the past was the past, it still affected your present. It clouded your thoughts on the dark days and was a constant reminder that you were in a rut currently. As happy as your were with your beach days and nights out, you were alone. Hopefully that was over.

“Well, I’m no Prince Charming.” he slung his long arm around your tight shoulders and raked you closer to his body. “But I can try as hard as I can to give you some kind of happy ending. There’s a lot of things that I- I have going on in my life and within a day of knowing you I’ve blown it off. My job is an all of the time job, but because of that you can quit. You don’t have to work as long as I’m alive.”

You’d found yourself rested on his chest and your fingers were dancing across the fabric covering it. His breathing slowed as you looked up at him again after his words with a shocked face. “What do you mean? Jungkook, what do you do?”

He could feel his normal attitude shifting with just the tone of her voice and he knew as much as he was previously against it, he could see himself throwing so much away from her. She was the opposite of everything the Golden Boy had built himself up to be. She was pure and kind, but broken. He could sense she would drop anything for someone he cared about and he wanted to aspire to be like that. Instead, he was dangerous and everything she wished she could be.

“I’m in Bangtan.” with those three words, the scars she’d noticed last night made sense. The fresh ones and the ones that were faded all made sense. As you spoke of such dangerous matters, you position didn’t shift and instead you found yourself further inclined to be close with this man.

“Yugyeom too?”

“He’s in a different gang- Are you okay with hearing this? I’ve had friends whose girls have freaked the fuck out at the mention of the mafia and you're just asking questions?” a chuckle slipped through his mouth and he kissed the top of your head. “God I wish I wasn’t so fucked up last night, I’ve lost some precious time with you.”

“Am I going to be safe?”

You felt his grip on you tighten and he just nodded. You knew from the slight breeze moving your hair without even looking. “I’ll make sure of it- but I want you to come home with me tonight. Everyone’s going to be mad at me, but I want to show them the gorgeous girl I ditched them for.”

“So I’m your scapegoat?” you couldn’t help but to laugh in the moment and he joined in as well.

“Ah, it’s partly that, but I don’t know what Yugyeom is going to do with the information you may have slipped tonight. He knows you’re my soulmate?” you nodded. “And where you work?” A predictable nod. “Then you’re definitely coming over tonight. As much as I like to pride myself on being the best in Bangtan- I’m definitely not the brains.”

“You’re the muscle pig.” you whispered, but he laughed at the words that breezed by his ears. You stood up and left him on the couch to go and pack a bag. There was something strange about the way you were acting. It was so unlike you to jump along into a foreign land you’d only heard about for a brief moment.

Before this, your whole life was built on paying it safe. You were good at swimming? Keep going. That got fucked up? Take the safe route and work in an office until someone comes along to make you their little housewife waiting at home. While that certainly wasn’t this situation, you found yourself playing into it as if you’d prepared your entire life for this moment here.

There were no calculations you found yourself acting upon and no regulations you had to follow. You most certainly hadn’t tried it, but this could be true love. The act of following so blindly. All you could feel was the danger lurking ahead, but you weren’t afraid. You weren’t alone this time.

“Y/N.” he spoke your name as the door to your bedroom was almost shut with you on the other side. “I’ll be right here when you get back. I promise.”

Author's Note: Hey everyone! Now you get you know all about Jungkook too! Kind of. I hope you enjoyed this and I wanna say a big thank you for reading and following this series if you have been. I’ve been having some trouble writing it, but I’m enjoying it none the less. Please let me know what you think whether it be messaging me or replying to this! I’d love to know your thoughts and answer any questions.

Have an amazing day & expect more soon.

Hoseok’s installment!

Taehyung’s installment!

Yoongi’s installment!

Jimin’s installment!

Jin’s installment!

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beyondthetemples-ooc · 7 years ago

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Well, that was an... enlightening, conversation....

I’m....

....I’m crying for real this time.

And scared.

And hurt beyond words.

Lowkey getting kicked out.

Unofficially. But... Just got told that if something happened and the family lost this house, they wouldn’t bother making sure I had a place to live, too. Got told that “this living arrangement isn’t going to work”. Got told they’re sick of making accommodations for me (what accommodations, actually? what? what???)

Not that I don’t know how to navigate HUD and CMHA forms and protocol and bureaucracy. But that’s, uhhm... terrifying?

It’s not effective immediately. But she wouldn’t tell me how long I have.

I told her “You have to understand that even if I get this job, it’s going to be 6 to 12 months before I have the means to move out.”

She shrugged harshly and wouldn’t look me in the eye.

I also asked her, “so if we get kicked out because of [my sister]’s rabbit, you’d rather I be homeless?”

And she refused to deny it. All three times I asked to clarify, with those words. Shrugged with the “there you go” gesture.

I offered to put her rabbit in my room for the day, but she didn’t want to take the cage down. (Like, you’re ~so afraid~ of the landlord going into her room and seeing the rabbit today, and “terrified” of losing the house over him, but you’re not willing to do anything about it? I literally offered to do all of it?)

The landlord’s wife wants her sister to move in here and thus wants us out, that’s why it’s A Thing.

But then: Also got told my mere presence stresses them out now.....

...great. Sorry, I can’t change the fact that I exist? ???? ( If I could, I would’ve done it a long time ago.)

...and that’s not what i want anymore, and it’s sure as hell not something I want to be okay with, but the fact of the matter is that I’m here, I exist, and there shouldn’t be anything wrong with that.

Same situation re: not having anywhere else to go.

My presence, simply me being here, isn’t a burden?

Or at least, it sure as hell shouldn’t be for my “family”. Not when I’m paying rent, buying my own bus passes, buying my own food, hell even constantly contributing towards the house's food and household supplies like soap, laundry detergent, toilet paper, and toothbrushes.

Pray tell, how the hell am I the one “using” them?

I don’t understand what I did wrong. I don’t understand what more they want me to do.

And I don’t understand why every time I try to fix it, to have a calm discussion about it, to be an equal contributor to the conversation and terms and understanding: all I get is told that they don’t care.

They don’t care what I have to say.

They don’t care that the medication that saves my life and gives me the strength to fight my suicidal thoughts makes me sleep for 12 hours, or else I have immense headaches, slow limb function, inability to talk besides monosyllabically, and extremely delayed reaction until I get more sleep.

They don’t care that, at my job (current AND the one I’m about to get), that would get me fired. (Hell, I almost GOT fired back in October! And that was from just the dehydration / stomach stuff / zofran side-effects. Which I could ALMOST entirely play off like I was normal, just a little lackadaisical and less ready to smile. Basically, I almost got fired for being exhausted because I was very ill. I don’t think I’d last with the remeron’s side-effects. Which, by the way, can be easily avoided by sleeping 3 extra hours.)

( (( Why do they even care how much I sleep if I still get stuff done? )) )

( ( (( Not that they notice the work I do, because I don’t 10000% clean everything in the house from top to bottom, and when it’s done it isn’t good enough... ) ) ))

I’ve tried giving them every penny I have. I’ve tried keeping to my space, my time, and myself. I’ve tried contributing and spending time together as a family. I’ve tried doing everything around the house. I’ve tried giving them rent early, I’ve offered to pay internet and electric, I’ve offered to help people get around, I’ve offered myself for work to wring me out and hang me out to dry with overtime and 1am shifts until I’m sick with exhaustion and malnourishment and dehydration.

But it’s not enough.

It’s never enough...

...It never was.

https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/tarja/neverenough.html

I suppose it was foolish of me to think it ever would be.

Coming to think of it, more calmly: People like them are NEVER satisfied.

They expect someone else to magically fix their financial problems.

They expect me to make their stress go away by staying silent and letting them abuse me.

They expect me to abandon the animals that I swore to protect when I adopted them.

They expect me to take the blame for the landlord’s wife wanting us out of the house.

They expect me to telepathically know what they want, need, and think about what I’ll say before I say it.

They want me to be something, be everything I’m not.

And I can’t change what they want.

Nor should I be expected to try.

And of course, when the living arrangement wasn’t “working out” for me, they didn’t care. They wanted the extra $200-300/month. They wanted me to deal with my stress of being here for their own fear of empty-nesting and money issues. They begged me to stay and told me they liked having me in the house.

But of course, the moment THEY’RE a little stressed, it’s entirely my fault for not being all-knowing and not having $400 and having a life outside the house? Which is literally just work, and a couple meetings a month? ????

Fuck that noise.

(But god, I really do desperately NEED that new job now... they’re volatile, and I don’t know how long I have before something... really, actually dangerously bad happens. ;; i need to not be here. i’ve needed to not be here since i was 18... gods. god, i just.... i don’t know what i’m going to do, in the meantime...)

#rhs personal posts #rhs vent posts

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skittidyne · 7 years ago

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Any BokutoxKenma headcannoms?

bokuken is the ship i like to think of in the terms of “unstoppable force meets an unmoveable object”.

these are two characters who are very stubborn, fairly opinionated (though kenma is far quieter about it), and, if nothing else, are used to dealing with kuroo tetsurou as a point in their lives. that should tell you enough about them.

so i like my bokuken fairly competitive. but also like snuggly because no matter what bokuto ship i think of i absolutely must think of him as The Best Hugger™ and The Second Best Cuddler™. this is mandatory for all of my bo ships.

it’s difficult for me to think of either character completely separate from their canon relationships, so while i don’t want to be That Person, i heavily headcanon that kenma calls him “bokuto-san” specifically to imitate akaashi and tease bokuto.

i mean, we don’t see kenma use honorifics very often, or surnames for that matter, since he defaults to a lot of casual first names. “bokuto-san” just seems pointed to me. (also how he refers to akaashi. i like kenma as a shit to those he loves.)

to a lot of people’s surprise, bokuto doesn’t tease kenma for being short/”small” all that often. he’ll make random remarks, like “the small angry setter” (to differentiate him from akaashi when talking to others?), but it never bothers kenma like how lev’s comments on others’ stature can get.

bokuto does ruthlessly take advantage of their size difference, however. he’s a hugger. kenma, according to sources close to him, is very huggable. sometimes “i must hug now” and “i don’t want to be hugged now” by the two of them overlap, resulting in squirming or wiggling or kicking, but bokuto is pretty perceptive, even when he allows his excitement to carry him off. fukunaga has never had to douse them with water, at least. (kuroo has a running bet on when it happens. he insists it will happen.)

they, of course, like to watch each others’ matches and cheer them on. in kind of a slightly competitive, salty way, but what can you do. since he doesn’t like to shout/cheer in crowds that much, kenma actually tends to make signs to hold for bokuto’s Big Games. it usually lasts about twenty minutes before kuroo steals it to play cheerleader.

like, do y’all even realize this is a 15cm height difference. do y’all even realize. do you know how important that is.

now i’m just imagining kenma getting perpetually smushed against bokuto’s neck/chest and always, always with bo’s head tucked over his. (i’m also imagining tinier first year kenma and bokuto’s First Hug. kenma probably got a faceful of wondrously firm pecs. he had to go pick a fight with tora to let off steam afterward.)

i really like kenma being low-key thirsty at all times. he’ll vocalize it if asked, or if he thinks it’d evoke a funny reaction, but for the most part he’s one of those people who keeps an utterly straight face while thinking of pretty terrible things.

he has, however, gotten distracted to the point of making mistakes both on the court and off. mostly off. it’s difficult to ignore bokuto on the court, but at least then there’s a lot more to think about - the next play, where the spikers are, does he have to try to block - but if he’s taking a break, then his mind tends to wander.

his mind tends to wander in the “biceps” direction.

bokuto’s absolutely enamored with kenma growing out his roots. “we match!” he cries, overjoyed, although they firmly don’t match.

in the rare cases where they’re both at a tournament and neither team is playing, or if they have coinciding downtime at training camps, they like to sit somewhere together. kenma usually sits between bokuto’s legs, using his chest as a backrest, and he plays games and lets bokuto choose what he does next. unless bokuto chooses poorly. he usually does. but sometimes kenma feels generous, after all, though kenma finds it really weird because bokuto never actually asks to play.

kenma finds it embarrassing to toss to bokuto, so he usually tries to avoid extra practice with him.

when asked, he tells him “i’d rather watch you” and that satisfies bokuto in that stroked-ego kind of way.

(kuroo, from across the court, shouting with hands cupped around his mouth “gayyyyyy”)

bokuto finds akaashi & kenma’s rivalry hilarious (and leads to better games) and uses every available weapon at his disposal to egg them on.

consider: kuroo talks yamamoto into letting kuroo borrow one of his jerseys, and then shoves it at bokuto and tells him to wear it. kenma does a double-take, then turns red up to the roots of his hair, and runs off. kuroo cackles, yamamoto gets pissed that his beloved jersey was used for nefarious purposes, and bokuto doesn’t know what to do because he doesn’t know if that was a turned on kind of embarrassment or the kind where he should actually leave kenma alone kind.

it was the former.

bokuto is never allowed to borrow nekoma jerseys again (well, #4 at least, kuroo probably lets him borrow #1 despite how it’d fit a little different), but the image of bokuto in red haunts kenma’s dreams. he lies awake in bed at night and wonders how he can convince bokuto to wear more red. he could get him a red shirt for his birthday. that would be too obvious. he could get kuroo to give bokuto a red shirt for his birthday. but that would be even more obvious. it plagues him for weeks solid. kenma is not used to having anything approaching team spirit, and he loathes kuroo for doing this to him. “there were other ways you could get me to like volleyball.” “yeah but this was the funniest. and it gives me ideas for your next birthday present.” kenma won’t speak to either kuroo or bokuto for a week in a misaimed effort to salvage his pride.

bokuto, hopefully, looks at akaashi and his #5. akaashi says “no” before bokuto even opens his mouth.

sorry i’m still distracted by the fact that there’s a six inch height difference between them

they’re texting buddies! they were actually texting buddies before much romance bloomed, since bokuto is naturally friendly and helpful and probably tried to give kenma “advice” to begin with. 1% of it was actually useful to kenma’s style of play and role as a setter. but bokuto also wooed him with cute pictures of owls and cats together. “this could be us but you playin” bokuto texts one night at a joint training camp, accompanied by a picture of a kitten and an owlet curled up sleeping together. half an hour later he has kenma trying to crash the fukurodani room to demand this. konoha kicks them both out for the noises bokuto makes in shock, and they end up curled up together in the nekoma room instead.

i’m still thinking about that height different

kenma really likes bokuto’s up moods, despite the way it exhausts him if he’s forced to keep up with his pace for long. he’s pretty good at dealing with his down moods, too, because of his own approach to dealing with people and how reactive he is. it’s a quiet approach to both, though.

what i’m saying is that bokuto can make kenma smile no matter what and kenma can make bokuto smile even when he’s dejected

bokuto’s a good cuddler even when dejected, though, and in fact needs physical touch more sometimes. he insists on being the little spoon, though. kenma indulges this.

kenma’s pride refuses to let him ask akaashi for help at any point ever with bokuto. (sometimes, it turns into a very strange game of telephone; kenma asks kuroo and kuroo asks akaashi.) kenma usually prefers to take care of his own problems.

tora is the most useless at giving relationship advice, however, so kenma doesn’t ask him either.

yaku’s the best on nekoma for asking. komi is the best on fukurodani for asking, too.

bokuto, on the other hand, asks anyone and everyone for relationship advice when he thinks he needs it (read: when he’s not “i am the best at relationships and thus my relationship is THE BEST”).

okay i just realized that kenma and bokuto would fight like cats and dogs if they ever got married because they both want to ask kuroo to be their best man. in the end, neither choose him - bokuto chooses akaashi and kenma chooses hinata.

i also just imagined hinata bawling at the wedding because oh my god he’d be so happy his bff is marrying his lowkey idol.

#i don't like to compare ships even just for contrast #but i could write an interesting thing about the different dynamics of bokuaka vs other bokuto ships #(please don't ask me for that immediately i'm very tired and getting used to being a thing on the internet again)#anonymous #ask #in case it weren't obvious i default to sfw & canonverse if asked for headcanons

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chromemuffin · 7 years ago

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(Captive Prince Trilogy) Prince’s Gambit Liveblogging (Chapter 3)

I suddenly got quite busy, thus the delay. Whoops. Turns out I wrote quite a lot for chapter 3, so I decided to just post this one alone.

Chapter 3

The morning began well enough.

Uh-oh.

I like Aimeric. Even though the image of him hero worshipping Laurent is sort of hilarious given the way just about everyone in these books seems to portray him.

Damen is, like, lowkey freaking out thinking this will turn into a disaster and it’s sort of amusing. Have some faith in Laurent. He might not have much experience with the military stuff, but he’s survived weird ass court politics for this long, I’m sure his plan isn’t as flimsy as Damen thinks.

And he probably has something planned, knowing him.

This part really highlights the differences between them. Damen would probably come straight out and confront Govart about the situation, and dole out a necessary punishment, but things were more straightforward for him back in Akielos than they are for Laurent now.

Guess I’ll find out what exactly that plan is in the next few pages.

So. Objectively, ‘what happens next’ is not actually that funny. I mean, Govart accuses Laurent of having incestuous feelings for his very dead brother, aaand immediately after is, like, Damen’s worst case scenario playing out. because Laurent has said his swordplay is not as good as Damen’s, which he probably takes to mean ‘Laurent’s going to lose this sword fight and it’ll blow up in our collective faces’.

On the other hand, I am howling. Like, you did not just say that about the two princes of your land. This book makes me weird.

But oh man, Damen, when did you become such a pessimist. How many times have you reiterated ‘oh no this is going to end badly’ in the last three pages alone?

He’s going to be killed, thought Damen, seeing the future in that moment with perfect clarity.

Please, Damen, chill. Take a deep breath. It’s going to be okay. The next book in the series and the 300-something pages left in this one tell me so.

Ah, yes, I think I can see where the romance part of this book can possibly blossom. Compared to before, when I was just ??? wondering how these guys would ever get together. Damen likes men who can fight. He likes to sleep with the winners.

And we get a whole paragraph of Damen scrutinizing Laurent’s fighting skills, which mirror his personality closely. I wouldn’t say he’s fanboying...yet.

Before this, he didn’t have much confidence in Laurent’s fighting or military skills, he only knew that he was good at court politics and Damen hates those so. But this is a small ah-ha moment...

Yay! Finally! Govart finally got put in his place. It’s a small relief in light of the fact that I have over 300 pages to go and much, much worse can happen in that amount of time. But it’s a nice victory, achieved in a quite bloody manner.

The author did her research for these fight scenes, and they are written very well. Fight scenes in particular are a hard thing to conquer.

lol “Lazar...didn’t look as though he was going to be mouthing off about Laurent again. In fact, the new way he was looking at Laurent reminded Damen unmistakably of Torveld.”

Considering Damen, too, likes men who win at duels...

This whole ordeal was quite realistic, though. Of course Laurent, who avoided border duty for ages up until he was practically forced into it, wouldn’t have most of the soldiers’ respect and loyalty. Even if Govart wasn’t around to muck things up.

Oh, great, looks like we might not have heard the last of that guy after all...Damen stop being pessimistic.

“...the Prince, in his infinite goodness and fairness....”

lol

“...make their wiggly way south...”

??? xD

Damen’s warrior mindset is quite interesting. Particularly in how he repeatedly states how he respects Auguste as a warrior, though he ended up killing him. It’s something that this author really seems to get, which I really appreciate.

lol see? Laurent did have a plan all along. But Damen’s not very happy with the dishonesty and manipulating behind the scenes, as always. It’s almost painfully ironic how much Damen hates hates hates deception. It’s what got him ousted from his palace, birthright, and country. In fact, it’s probably necessary to run a country no matter how you might not want that to be true.

But I’m also surprised that Laurent is willing to listen to Damen on these military/leading an army things. Even after Damen just blurted out (yet again) an insult comparing him to his uncle, who he clearly despises.

“Then speak your mind,” said Laurent. “Not that you have ever done anything else.”

So true, Laurent. So true.

oh my god. these two are seriously cooperating.

watch out troops. you’re in for it now.

#captive prince #prince's gambit #pg liveblogging

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garden-ghoul · 8 years ago

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fellowship of the bloggening, part 9 AND two blogs, part 1

“what’s up gamers I didn’t update last night because I was lowkey suicidal”

THE BREAKING OF THE FELLOWSHIP

how appropriate on this, a day when I am very sad*

I have a question about the landscapes in Lord of the Rings. There’s a lot of lawns. Do lawns like, occur naturally in the British Isles? Is that why? I have never met a naturally occurring lawn. Fields, yes, but not lawns. I love the island in the middle of the river, though, being kind of incongruously 50 feet tall with sheer cliffs and wheeling birds and all. Take me to the Anduin.

Aragorn doesn’t sleep well. When our heroes get up he calls them together and says it’s time to choose. Especially for Frodo. Frodo asks for another hour and goes off somewhere; everyone studiously avoids looking at him except Boromir, who Stares. Frodo climbs up on Amon Hen and stares down at the river while he thinks. Ah, I love him.

Suddenly he awoke from his thoughts: a strange feeling came to him that something was behind him, that unfriendly eyes were upon him. He sprang up and turned; but all that he saw to his surprise was Boromir, and his face was smiling and kind.

!!! Danger warning !!! Boromir is acting super super friendly and reasonable. He thinks two people can reach a decision more easily than nine! Sitting with Frodo will be a comfort to him! Frodo is kind of obliviously discourteous; like he doesn’t explicitly distrust Boromir, but it’s clear what he’s saying is making Boromir >:(

'I think I know already what counsel you would give, Boromir,' said Frodo. 'And it would seem like wisdom but for the warning of my heart.'

'Warning? Warning against what? ' said Boromir sharply.

He’s awful defensive, isn’t he. Frodo is just being super sincere and Boromir is so disingenuous. But Boromir is looking rather acquisitive, and I am sad that Tolkien didn’t include Frodo’s growing unease in the text. Like I guess it’s elegant to leave it subtextual but come on I want this to be an emotionally intense scene. All the intensity here is on Boromir’s part; he’s being contrasted with Frodo, who doesn’t emote, and who speaks in short simple sentences. Boromir starts talking grandiose talk about what Gondor could do if they had the Ring.

‘I am glad to have heard you speak so fully,’ said Frodo. ‘My mind is clearer now.'

`Then you will come to Minas Tirith? ' cried Boromir. His eyes were shining and his face eager.

`You misunderstand me,' said Frodo.

Oh I take it back I fuckin love this. So Boromir goes on the attack and Frodo sees no choice but to put the Ring on and disappear. As soon as he’s outside Ring-influence radius Boromir realizes how he was acting and starts to cry. Meanwhile Frodo makes it to the seat upon the summit of Amon Hen; it’s the seat of vision, I guess, and it’s maybe magically enchanted to he can see everything that’s going on in Middle Earth? He catches Sauron’s eye and throws himself to the ground, desperate to take off the ring before Sauron can pinpoint where he is. We get a fun description of the physical pressure of Sauron’s attention “like a finger pressing down.” And Frodo decides that he must not let the Ring near the rest of the company, to allow their minds to continue free.

Everyone else is sitting in a circle psychoanalyzing Frod; Aragorn decides that it would be best to split the party and have himself, Sam, and Gimli go with Frodo to Mordor. Let’s all take a moment to imagine that AU, which surely would have been awesome. Because spotlight Gimli!! Anyway. Boromir comes back to tell them that he vanished, and they all start looking. Sam is the only one who’s actually competent to psychoanalyze Frodo, and realizes he must have gone for the boats to go away by himself. Sam throws himself at the boat and misses by an entire yard. Frodo paddles back to shore so he can get in properly. And they’re off. time for

THE TWO TOWERS (BOOK 3)

THE DEPARTURE OF BOROMIR

We join Aragorn as he runs up Amon Hen and completely fails to use the hill’s magical sight powers to find Frodo. He DOES use his sharp ears to locate Boromir in trouble, though! Come on lad what is this Amon Lhaw? Please. Also how is “lhaw” pronounced? Like Welsh LL? That’s my vote. Haha also Aragorn realizes Sam’s not with him, but still hasn’t cottoned on to the fact that hobbits have much shorter legs than him. Dude. Your nickname in Arnor was “Legs” you KNOW this. Well, he finds Boromir impaled into a tree trunk; Boromir says that the hobbits were taken, and he has paid with his life for trying to steal the Ring. Aragorn kisses his forehead and tells him “no sweet prince you have done nothing wrong ever in your life and I love you”

And then seeing that Boromir has died he says to himself “I’ve mucked up everything, I can’t believe every single thing that has ever gone wrong was my personal fault. How can I, Aragorn, save the quest???”

Legolas and Gimli show up and they all survey the battle site, looking for clues about whodunnit. The answer: Saruman! I like Legolas announcing out loud that he is going to collect arrows, because he’s all out. He’s so extra. It’s a cultural difference, I think; Mirkwood is just culturally extra. Oh we also learn that Sauron does not speak his name, or allow it to be spoken. What?? That’s so interesting I wonder why! Finally the remains of the company puts Boromir’s funeral boat out on the river and Aragorn and Legolas improvise a really impressive duet to eulogize him. And then they go after the orcs, hoping to free Merry and Pippin from Torment. And soon to meet

THE RIDERS OF ROHAN

Our three trackers run over the edge of the Emyn Muil and down onto the plains of Rohan, following the trampley trail of the orcs. I like the bit where they pass a stream with water plants and come down into the grass and Legolas drinks it in:

'Ah! the green smell!' he said. 'It is better than much sleep. Let us run!'

This is very AS. AH THE GREEN SMELL.

They argue a while over whether they should, uh, ever sleep. When they decide that they won’t be able to track at night anyway, Aragorn literally just falls over and passes out. I love him. The trackers have zero chance of catching the orcs, who definitely aren’t sleeping ever, but they persist anyway. Aragorn is unexpectedly weary (after running for three straight days) and apparently it’s because Saruman is glaring really hard at them. Night after night Legolas keeps watch, pacing and singing to himself, because he can sleep while he runs.

On the fourth day they come upon a group of Rohirrim riding down the same trail they’re following, and hunker down to wait for them. The riders pass them right by (elven cloaks!) until Aragorn calls out to them. They are extremely suspicious, especially when they find out our trackers have been through Lothlorien. Gimli, of course, is furious that anyone would suggest Galadriel is anything other than a perfect cinnamon lembas, and yells at Eomer. Aragorn hushes him and then introduces himself in the most dramatic manner possible, trying to look extra kingly so Eomer will want to help him.

Éomer stepped back and a look of awe was in his face. He cast down his proud eyes. 'These are indeed strange days,' he muttered. 'Dreams and legends spring to life out of the grass.

I like Eomer. He says stuff like “we don’t lie and thus cannot be easily deceived” and “That was a worthy man!” (I can practically hear it in Anglo Saxon). My regret about him in the movies is that he had the cutest little snub nose and wasn’t intimidating at all. He looked like a baby.

Um anyway Eomer wants our trackers to come to Meduseld (the hall at Edoras) and identify themselves to Theoden, since they’re still rather suspect strangers. Aragorn is very insistent, obviously, on going to the battlesite and looking for Merry and Pippin. Eomer eventually gives in and says he’ll let them borrow horses to check it out, as long as they PROMISE to come back to Meduseld afterward. He is putting his life on the line for you guys! Don’t let him down!

They ride to the battle site. I want to QUIBBLE again with Tolkien’s word usage; the trackers find “freshly cut turves,” which is surely a VERY WEIRD WORD TO USE. NOBODY PLURALIZES TURF ANY MORE JOHNALD. But he still pluralizes “hoof” as “hoofs.” SMH. In any case we camp under the eaves of Fangorn (“Cut no living wood!”) and during Gimli’s watch an old man, hatted and cloaked, shows up. Or maybe just a spectre of one, because he doesn’t talk, and vanishes without moving. Spooooky. No really, come Gandalf, stop playing games.

#blog of the rings

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