#AND SHE DOESNT QUITE GET THAT HE COULD NEVER HATE HER BECAUSE AS MUCH AS HE IS A PART OF HER SHE WAS A PART OF HIM
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Opposite of "came back wrong" is "stayed exactly the same." Oh you want so badly to pretend that you have changed. You changed your face, you changed your name, you started leaning into a whole new role, but I know you. I know you. I know who you used to be, and I can see that person shining through you still. You can fool the world you can fool your friends you can fool yourself but you will not fool me.
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girl i am BEGGING you to write a hotch story with his beard and reader doesnt know he has it because he never told her and when he comes back shes more in love with him!!! you can take it any direction you want
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hehehe đ¤ cw; fem!reader, established relationship, heavy suggestiveness, fluff and bearded aaron đľâđŤ<3
after what felt like forever, came the long awaited knock on the door.
"finally." you breathed out as you threw the door open, immediately tucking yourself into aaron's chest and wrapping your arms around his middle.
the longer he was in your hold, the more you tightened your arms - as if you would blink and he'd be right back in pakistan, miles and miles away from you yet again.
it was late, or early depending on how you looked at it. the moment you received the message aaron was back in the states - prematurely and under urgent circumstances - you had insisted the second he had wrapped up, no matter the time, to come directly and strictly to your apartment.
lucky for you, he had already planned on doing so regardless.
"god i missed you." aaron sighed out in relief just as much as you, the empty void in his heart filling at last, making him feel whole again.
he had spent countless nights fantasizing of you being in his arms, the feeling near and distant simultaneously, as if he could reach out and grasp it. for the first month overseas, he had difficulty sleeping even, so used to sleeping beside you - the familiar weight of you laid on him, matching his breathing to yours, or the fact you were simply near.
the longing for you had been torturous. and at last here you were, right where you belonged.
"i almost can't believe it," you mumbled into his t-shirt, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. "five months was too long. too, too long."
you loosened your hold, just enough to peer up at him, just now getting a look at him. however, you found yourself taken aback, any eased, impending cries halting at once.
it was your aaron - your loving, wonderful aaron - staring back at you, but it didn't look like him.
his hair was longer, his body a bit more lean, but the major difference; a beard graced his face.
you've seen aaron with some stubble - not shaving during a weekend off, or his occasional five-o-clock shadow. but that was the result of a mere few days. this was months in the making, and it wasn't unwelcome in the slightest.
endless words could describe the sight before you, but your mind and mouth had run both dry. it was hot, to put it bluntly.
"jack hates it too." aaron admitted as his hands fell to your waist - not daring to part contact, mistaking your hesitancy for dislike. "i was going to shave it, but you did say to come right over-"
"hey- no." you blurted out, blinking up at him. "who said i hated it?"
his eyebrows furrowed, surprised. "you don't?"
"absolutely not," you insisted, looking almost offended at the proposition. you touched his cheek, feeling the coarse hair under your soft fingertips and igniting something deep within you. "quite the opposite, actually."
"really?" a pleased smirk formed on his face, his eyes darkly intrigued and amused.
"just when i thought you couldn't get more attractive." you smirked right back, toying with his shirt. "trust me, i like it more than you know."
aaron's fingers dug into your hips, backing you into your apartment, kicking the door shut behind with his foot.
"please tell me you have tomorrow off, because you won't be stepping outside this apartment if i can help it." you pleaded, your voice coming out as an eager whine.
"well, the team is to be evaluated by the senate committee, hearing date pending. so for the foreseeable future," aaron bit down on his bottom lip lightly, his eyes locked on yours. "i'm all yours."
"good. mainly because i missed you, but that," you eyed his beard again, a heavy breath escaping you. the ends of your lips quirked up into a mischievous smile, and aaron's lips found yours hungrily. as he frantically continued to back you towards the direction of your bedroom, you mumbled into his lips. "we can have fun with that."
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𪟠HI USER YUELLII OMG I LUV JEALOUSY TROPES MAYBE THAT SAYS... SOMETHING ABOUT MY CHARACTER BUT I LOVEEEE JEALOUSY TROPES. AND WITH NEUVILETTE????? SOEMONE WHO PRIABBLY DOESNT EXPERIENCE JEALOUSY OFTEN IF AT ALL???? im sold. IM SOLD. PULLING OUT MY CREDIT CARD. IWOULD LITERALLY KILL TO READ UR THOUGHTS ON IT
The Four Stages of Jealousy : THE IUDEX.
STAGE I. â Identification.
There is a threat, that a person may feel losing someone to someone better than them. "I want what you have, and I hate that you have what I want."
Neuvillette wasnât quite sure of the sudden twist in his stomach as he stood at your doorstep, a bag of pastries tucked under one of his arms and a box of tea bags carried under his other.
Saturdays, three oâclock sharp in the afternoon held meaning: A time in which heâd arrive at your boutique, treats in hand and a pleasant look on his face. Heâd try on one of your hats, maybe, for it was a prime time for tea, taken advantage of by the two of you, alone together every Saturday afternoon. It was an evening of the week where he was most happiest, though that mightâve been only an assumption. But the tranquility he usually felt standing at your doorstep was never one he could ignore.
Unfortunately, said tranquility seemed to be lacking this time around.
What he expected as another nice time alone with you ( especially since it was on your undocumented scheduleâbut who cared for documents, when he looked forward to this meeting every week? ) was instead being interrupted by a certain someone. Namely, a certain Champion Duelist. And maybe, Neuvillette would not be so bothered, had she not been sitting in his seat.
( Said seat was also unspoken, or âundocumentedâ between the two of you, but still. He sat there every weekâtherefore by repeated pattern alone, that antique chair in front of the table should be his. )
( And sure, this mightâve been your boutiqueâs seating area, where everyone comes to sit during the day; But on Saturdays during tea time, heâd like to think that seat was practically reserved for him. )
âNeuvillette!â you practically gasped, facial expression turning into one of lightened excitement at seeing him. There was a blissful ignorance in your voiceââignorantâ in the way he was truly glad you didnât know he was mentally annoyed at the mere fact his seat was taken. But nevertheless, the tightrope of his heart fluttered at the sound of your voice, which always sounded so enthusiastic every week he came back here. Perhaps you were just excited to see him as much as he was excited to see youâthe thought alone brings a shiver to his spine.
He approaches forward with a polite smile of his own when you pat the empty spot adjacent to you on the loveseat. Ah, so the theft of his usual antique chair leaves him to sit beside you. Maybe the uninvited guest was welcomed, now that he thought about it.
âWhat brings Miss Clorinde with us today?â he finally asked, addressing the most obvious outlier first. When he set the bag of pastries down on the table, he watched as the Duelist eyed it with interest.
Clorinde hummed. âI was here for a small chat, then I was told that Monsieur Neuvillette would be âarriving soonâ. And here you are.â At the recount of events, Neuvillette noticed how Clorinde threw a playful look at you. This playfulness did not stop, unfortunately for him, when she leaned forward to peek at the paper bag he brought in. âThen I stayed, because I thought: âWhat could the Chief Justice possibly say thatâs interesting enough for weekly conversations?ââ
You gasped at her teasing insult. âClorinde!â you scolded with slight laughter. âMonsieur Neuvillette is a great companion for tea conversations! Heâs very interesting, indeed, I promise you!â
âThank you,â Neuvillette coughed through his words. Heâs beginning to feel a bit awkward hereâŚ
âOh?â Clorinde piped up again, just before Neuvillette could even get another word out. âThereâs a lot of pastries in here, and also a new box of tea?â
âHe brings them for us to share every week!â you exclaimed happily, grabbing the bag off the table and kindly distributing a treat to everyone. And thatâs when suddenly, Neuvillette wishes he only bought one for the two of you, because he watches as you set down the pieces of Conch Madeleines in front of the Champion Duelist, despite Neuvillette knowing those were your favorites. Meanwhile, instead, you gave him and yourself the remaining other pastries. But surely, you wouldnât just give up your favorites like that⌠Unless you favored Clorinde. Ah, but maybe he was overthinking it. âIsnât he the sweetest?â
Clorinde sends him a casual smirk, likely to tease him. âSweetest, certainly.â
He wasnât sure how to respond to any of this at all.
When he eventually had to leave, Clorinde still stayed there to chat with you, and he felt empty walking out of your boutique. Emptier than usual, actually. It was certainly confusing, due to the fact nothing inherently bad happened, and he certainly didnât want to say Clorindeâs presence bothered him, or anything over-the-top like that.
Hm.
Neuvillette didnât get to talk to you as much as he wanted to today.
STAGE II. â Confrontative.
Where negative thoughts start to bloom as "envy." Jealousy begins to indicate love for the person, and the individual is afraid of losing that object of their love.
Itâs the following Saturday when he sees you again, and he canât quite understand why he feels an air of relief upon seeing that Clorinde is not there today.
âNeuvillette!â You greet him with the same smile and same excitement as always, and the rush of paradise courses through his body before he sits across from you in his usual seat: the antique chair right in front of you. He sets down his paper bag of fresh pastries; And upon doing so, he canât help but smile when he noticed there are only two teacups on the table. One for you, and one for himself. âYou seem a little more delighted todayââWas it that obvious?ââWhatâs gotten you into a good mood, Monsieur?â
He hummed. âNothing, really.â He actually wasnât quite sure why he was feeling so joyous today, either, but as long as you were sitting there still smiling at him, then it would all be alright. âItâs just natural, since itâs always my pleasure to spend my Saturday afternoons with you.â
Bring your hand up to cover your mouth, you lightly gasped at his words. âOh, Monsieur!â you giggled. âI hadnât known you could be a charmer with your words!â
He liked the reaction you gave him. He thinks he liked the feeling of approval you gave him, but even more. Neuvillette learned rather gradually that you always tended to get a happy sort-of embarrassment from his âcomplimentsâ. Said âcomplimentsâ, however, referred to mere truthful facts heâs laid for you. But thereâs a certain loveliness that comes with confiding in someone to tell all your truths to, and heâs more than elated that youâre the one he trusts to blabber endlessly to. He just hopes it can stay like this for a long time: Just the two of you, enjoying your Saturday afternoon tea.
âSo,â Neuvillette began, watching as you took a bite of the Conch Madeleine he bought specifically for you. He had to catch himself from smiling at youâif his duty was to buy your favorite treat every week, then so be it. âHow has your week been since I last saw you?â
Your hand once again flies up to cover your mouth as you quickly finish to chew and swallow the bite before answering him. âItâs been fun, actually! I saw a concert performed by a famous violinistâI believe I mightâve even spotted you in the front rowâŚâ
âAh, yes, that wouldâve been me. It was a spectacular performance; Iâm happy to know you saw it,â he smiled. Hm, if he knew you were there that night, he certainly wouldâve said hello. Your hand moves upwards once more to bring your teacup closer to your lips, and now heâs curious to ask: âAnd that ring of yoursâthatâs new, when did you get it?â
âOh!â After setting the teacup down, you quickly leaned forwards, outstretching your right arm to show off the ring to him at a closer view. âI just got it yesterday, actually. Isnât it beautiful?â
âIt is.â It really dazzles to compliment your eyes. Neuvillette catches himself thinking of little things heâs never thought before. Like the way your hair frames your face perfectly, especially at this angle. Or the way your eyes held this delicate shine he admired so dearly, only now heightened by the sparkle of the ringâs reflection. Thereâs a new tide of poetry unspoken in the depths of his mind, and they might as well stay locked until he figures out just what this emotion is.
When you offer your hand for him to get a closer inspection of the ring is when his breath seems almost stolen from his lungs. Months and months of these weekly tea meetings, and yet he feels this is the closest proximity heâs ever been to you. Here, in his antique chair in the middle of your boutique shop, holding your hand from across the table.
But he feels a spark that he prays you sense as well, for the mere desire of wanting this moment to last forever is enough to tell him that he is completely in love with you.
He leans down gently to reach closer to your hand, kissing your knuckle so featherlight next to the ring. âAnd itâs even more beautiful on you,â he mutters to you when he pulls away.
Your heart mightâve skipped a beat when you retracted your hand, but he has no ideaâhe was too lovestruck just now to even think properly. But you take just a moment to recover whilst heâs still stuck in his little daze; Though, who could blame him when he just discovered the ethereal feeling of falling in love?
âThank you,â you exhaled with a smile that seemed a little breathless. âLady Clorinde helped pick it, actually.â
âŚWhat?
Well, that was a name he completely forgotten until just now. He cleared his throat, attempting to regain his composure after the sudden whiplash of emotions. From finding out heâs in love, to the pang of unwarranted negativity for the Champion Duelist. As expected, he couldnât tell what this uncomfortable feeling was, but he certainly did not like it.
âClorinde was there, you say?â he tried to clarify.
You nodded. A little too happily for his liking. âWe went out shopping yesterday.â Oh. âAnd she said this ring really matched âthe colors of my personalityâ, whatever that means!â you wholeheartedly laughed. The way you spoke of her, with all this smiling and all these giggles, was making him crave for something more. Did⌠Did you perhaps want to see him more outside of these tea times, too? You seem perfectly fine shopping with Clorinde now, after all.
Heâs never gotten personal time with you like that. Itâs always been solely Saturday afternoons, nothing more. And yet, Clorinde immediately gets invited to your shopping runs, and apparently her opinion is also important enough to make you buy the ring? How unbelievable. Neuvillette bets if he was there instead, heâd buy you every piece of jewelry that you even took so much as slight interest in, because that was what you deserved. But no, here he was, not invited to these outings at all, and further stuck wallowing as your mere âtea companionâ, and not something more.
The door to the boutique suddenly opens, and the both of you turn your heads to the customer.
But instead of a client, you were met with the face of a slightly-smiling Clorinde, ever so amused to see the both of you here again. Well, she shouldnât be amused. Neuvillette was here on schedule.
âAh, youâre here!â you say excitedly, briskly standing up to grab another set of tea; And now, Neuvillette canât quite tell if you greet everyone at the door with this same excitement, and itâs not just restricted to him alone. He shouldnât be that selfish, of course, so he thinks perhaps it should just not be directed at Clorinde, specifically.
âPardon me,â Clorinde announced, making her way to the table after you set the tea display down. âIâll be intruding on the both of you again.â Neuvillette wishes he had any right to refuse.
This time, now that heâs regained his rightful spot on the antique chair, Clorinde had no choice but to sit⌠right next to you on the loveseatâthe same place Neuvillette sat last week when his spot was stolen. A moment comes forth where he now no longer wants his seat at all ( which he doesnât understand why, because shouldnât he be happy his unspoken designated seat is back? ), and prefers the loveseat.
Maybe it was the sight of Clorinde next to you, and the fact she was sitting so much closer than heâd like to imagine. And suddenly, thatâs when he realizes he doesnât like the idea of Clorinde being this close to you at all.
âOh! Youâre wearing the ring I got you!â Clorinde recognizes. She grabbed your right hand to immediately inspect it, and Neuvillette canât help but feel like someone just shot him. Not only did she comfortably grab your hand like it was nothing ( meanwhile, he had to find both the confidence and the breath to even try to kiss your hand earlier ), but she also got it for you? The little detail you never mentioned: That Clorinde bought you the ring.
Now Neuvillette is internally questioning what exactly this ring means. Is it akin to a proposal? A vow? A promise ring for the future?
The longer he stays here the more insane he may be driven, he thinks.
âSorry to cut my time here short, but I think I have to get going,â he spoke up. Both Clorinde and you looked over at him, and he figured this was a good ideaâhe doesnât think he can handle another tea session where the two of you are happily talking as he sits there awkwardly quiet. âIâll be off, now.â
âAlready?â you frowned at him, and that expression almost makes him want to stay. But the sight of Clorinde still absentmindedly toying with your hand sends him into a spiral of emotions he needs to sort out. Heâs already stood up to leave without realizing it.
âUnfortunately so,â he says. He mightâve sounded colder than he meant to. It was clear in your face you knew something was wrong, but didnât want to say it out of privacy. But when he walked towards the door, hearing Clorinde continue your conversation on like normal, it was fruitless to even consider it.
He opened the door. It was raining.
It feels like he was losing your love before he could even have it.
STAGE III. â Redirecting.
Where pleasure is derived from hurting others, stemmed from unconscious feelings of envy. The envy can come in a so-called as a form of competitive implication.
The next time he saw you was around the market area in the morning, wandering the streets like a normal citizen on this wavering Wednesday.
Normally, he would have just smiled and waved at most, but this time, something compelled him to walk up and join you. âIs this where to find you on Wednesday mornings?â he asked curiously, catching your starling attention and watching as your lips curved to a smile when you recognized him.
âIt is, Monsieur.â When you stepped ever-so closer to him, a mere basket around your arm being the only thing between you, he felt as if his feet had turned into bubbles, and there was a flutter of heaven around his shoulders. âMy weekly groceries are scheduled for today, however I donât recall ever seeing you on this side of the city, if that isnât just my ignorance.â
He chuckled, âIâm usually at my office by this time, so you would be correct.â Then his arm slid against yours, taking the wooden basket out of your hands and walking a few steps forward down the market street you shopped at. âBut Iâm open to a change of pace, so might I join you on this lovely morning?â
The little smile of contentment you gave him when you answered âOf courseâ made his heart skip a beat. And when you walked forward to hook your arm around his free one, he swears to the sovereign he might simply dissolve right then and there. The closeness of your presence to him now makes his heart race in a way he feels it drumming in his chest, a feeling that is so human that it makes him almost taste the fruit of mortality. You, walking along with him as you hold onto his arm whilst he carries your grocery basketâyou look like romantic partners, and he canât help but feel sort of lightheaded at the mere thought of that.
âAh, look!â you pointed, and Neuvillette allowed himself to be guided by the arm to a nearby vendor. âTheyâre selling slices of apricot pie.â
âYou fancy these desserts as well?â he mused, already fishing his pockets for his wallet. âPerhaps we should purchase a slice or two and save them for our weekend tea session.â
You agreed, âI thought the same.â Then you noticed his shuffling and playfully waved off his hand, insisting he neednât pay. âBut I fear it might spoil by the time Saturday comes.â
âYou want a bite of mine?â And thatâs when Neuvillette wasnât even surprised anymore to hear the voice of the Champion Duelist appearing out of nowhere. He has such horrible luck running into her, that heâs now just accepted it at this point ( or, for better words: he still has yet to accept the fact that maybe Clorinde was specifically seeking you ). She stood there, leaned against a pole with an easy-going expression and a fork in one of her hands, carrying an aluminum tin with the exact same apricot pie you were just eyeing.
You gasp at her appearance, âSure!â Neuvillette doesnât even have a moment to process the mere seconds it takes for you to slip away from his arm, leaving him to follow behind as you skip over to Clorinde. The uninvited guest takes it upon herself to feed you a bite with her forkâit was at this time that the Iudex began to feel like an outlier once again.
âWe were actually about to buy a few slices ourselves,â Neuvillette piped in. He did it quickly, perhaps it was instinct so he wouldnât be left out of the conversation again. âBut an excellent point was brought up, that the dessert might spoil by the time we reach Saturday afternoon.â
âWhy donât you just buy one and eat it now?â Clorinde shrugged. Ah. Neuvillette internally scolded himself; He shouldâve thought of that. And when you waved off her suggestion dismissively, claiming it was fine now that she let you try it, Neuvillette realized he completely missed an opportunity to have dessert with you on a Wednesday instead of a Saturday. That while he was still a man you only saw once at the end of each week, youâd be seeing Clorinde multiple times throughout it.
He wasnât fond of the way Clorinde was still feeding you more bites of pie, either.
âMiss Clorinde,â he addressed. If only he had more of a grasp of human sociability, then he mightâve realized how firm his voice sounded in this situation that was⌠not so serious. âShouldnât you be alongside Furina at this time of day?â
âOn a typical day, yes,â she answered simply. âAnd shouldnât you be in your office?â
He almost glared. âNo, actually, Iâve given myself the time to roam around today.â
âOh wowww,â she teased, though Neuvillette mightâve heard it as something mocking. âLady Furina would be pleased to hear that. Instead of being cooped up in your office or the Opera Epiclese all morning long, youâre out here at the market, even holding a basket for shopping.â
The Iudex cleared his throat. âWell, Iâll have you know that this basket isnât mine.â There was an air of competitiveness in his voice, one that almost had him biting his tongue in surprise of himself. Because it was simply just as he said: a basket. But the fact it belonged to you, and the fact that he was carrying it for youâsuddenly he wanted to boast it and show it off to the world, especially to Clorindeâs face. âThe two of us are shopping together this morning, if youâll excuse us.â His next move mightâve been bold, but the feeling of possessiveness was so airtight and he had no choice but to hook his own arm around yours once more, getting ready to turn and leave.
âSo cold,â Clorinde rolled her eyes. âColdâ was a word often used to describe him, but no, not here. He did not want to appear that way in front of you. âIs this really the attitude you want to spend all morning with?â she asked, this time directed at you.
Something in him snapped. There was an emotion that clouded his head far angrier than annoyance, and it sprouted from the way in which she made him look bad, like the stone-cold Chief Justice everyone thought him to be. Albeit with you, he was trying to be everything but that. Emotional, vulnerable, heartfelt, humanâClorinde was not going to take that away from him.
âIs this really the attitude you want to spend all morning with?â The question kept playing in his mind, as if she was any better than him? She, who most people also saw as stoic, should not be seen by you in a better light than him. She, who did not know your favorite desserts like he did, who did not make time for you like he did, who did not fancy you as much as he didâ
He felt you tug at his arm, snapping him from his thoughts.
Your eyes held the same, worried look you gave him on Saturday when he left so abruptly. So jealously.
Neuvillette cleared his throat once more. âIt seems you are correct, Miss Clorinde.â There was solemness in his voice. Yet he was so quiet as he unlocked his arm from around yours, and handed your basket to Clorinde. âMy attitude proves to be too unfavorable for the likes of this lovely morning, I thank you for bringing it to my attention.â These emotions were too much right now; he was starting to fear them. âMy deepest apologies to you both, Iâll be heading back to the Palais Mermonia now.â
He bowed his head as diplomatically as he could manage, but the skies were already darkening.
âI bid you both a fine rest of your morning.â
âWait, Neuvillette!â
Your call was drowned by the deafening drums of his hammering heartbeat, and the patters of light rainfall from the somber sky.
STAGE IV. â Medea.
At this stage, the grip of envy appears almost irreversible. There is a hatred towards others that dominates their thinking, and happiness or success is no longer foreseen.
Saturday afternoon.
He couldnât see you again, even if it was time for your weekly meeting, not when he was feeling like this.
Not when the sky was pouring from the mere thought of you, and how heâs probably already lost. It was inevitable for a man like him, and he shouldâve realized so earlier. Three oâclock, and you were already probably sipping away with Clorinde at your side, pastries on the table and a dazzling ring on your finger. She was much more human than him, after all, and such a shortcoming became his eventual downfall.
The Palais Mermonia was quiet, though that mightâve been due to the endless rain thatâs been pouring since Wednesday morning.
While it was nice, he couldnât help but feel the silence only amplified his feeling of loneliness in this moment. Especially at this time: a time of the week in which he looked most forward to.
âMonsieur Neuvillette?â a Melusine knocked from right outside his door. âYou have a visitor!â
And before he could even reply, that was when you ignored all formalities, all proper respect as you pushed your way through the door and into his office. The surge of panic he felt from your sudden presence was unrivaled to the way you made haste in getting seated in front of his office table, setting down your handfulâsaid handful consisting of two teacups, and a bag of pastries.
His heart practically shattered. The familiar cups and bag of treats on the table, the way your hair and clothes were lightly damp from the rainâyou made the effort, coming all the way here just to see him. Just so the both of you wouldnât miss a single Saturday afternoon together.
âI believe you mightâve forgotten our schedule, good Monsieur.â A light scolding, yet partnered with the most comforting smile youâve ever given him, and he starts to feel his hands tremble. âYou seem surprised to see me,â you commented further, filling in the silence as he has yet to utter even a word. âDid you really think Iâd just let you ditch me like that?â
It was hard to breathe, hard to find his voice when you were so patient with him. âSorry.â Itâs all he can mutter now, this blistering swell of emotions causing a waver in his voice. âIâm so, very sorry.â
âDonât be,â you chuckled at him. His body tensed when you reached forward to grab one of his hands. But you felt cold just like the chilling rain outdoors, and now he worries you might catch a fever because of him. âIâve been meaning to ask you what was wrong, butâŚâ Your eyes drooped with a certain sorrow in their crevices, and Neuvillette found himself slightly squeezing your hands. âI couldnât seem to find a good moment alone with you.â
He shook his head at you, whispering, âI donât even know whatâs wrong, myselfâŚâ
You frowned. This atmosphere was suffocating and just from one glance upwards at your face, Neuvillette could easily tell you were holding back something to say. Granted, it was his fault. Heâs the one whoâs here, sitting and sulking in his office with little to no explanation. Heâs the one whoâs kept you worried this past week from leaving so abruptly two different times now. If anything, he might understand how to be a human even less after this ordeal.
âWould you be so kindâŚâ he starts, words like lumps in his throat, âto allow me to be honest? To let me ramble whatever nonsense Iâm feeling for just a moment, so that maybe you can make some sense of it all?â
You gave his hands a comforting squeeze. âOf course.â
Thereâs a certain phrase caught dead in his tongue. And heâs never been afraid to speak his mind before, yet suddenly, your judgment of his feelings mattered much more than the truth of his words. But he was feeling so much, and if this was really the emotional baggage humans had to carry all the time, he could only wonder how most people have yet to burst from the hauntings of their own mind.
Or more accurately soâthe hauntings of their own love.
These words were doomed to come spilling out. âYouâve bewildered me with mountains of emotions,â he rambles quicker than he thinks. âAll from the sleight of your hand, I best believe Iâve fallen in love with you.â
He forces himself to ignore how your eyes widen in that moment, or how the grip from your hands suddenly loosens from the shock that rings through his confession. He doesnât have a way with words, and he knows this. So in a hasty attempt to piece together a board of emotional exposure his mind cannot even comprehend, he does the only thing he knows how to: talk and talk, until he has no more truth to confess to you.
âBut the feelings that came alongside my love,â he began to you, âare unexplainable.â As his voice ended in coarseness, there was such an hopeless look of utter confusion you had never seen on his face before, like he was silently pleading for you to help a poor soul like his own. âThe beating of my heart when I see you⌠A stark contrast to the tightness in my stomach I feel⌠When Miss Clorinde joins us.â The ending of his sentence dropped to nearly a whisper, like he expected it to be sin. âBut what I just donât understand, is why,â the section of his brows furrow in distress, âbecause sheâs my coworker, and I do not dislike her, but I feel as if I cannot stand her when she joins usâŚâ
You listen quietly. He doesnât know whether to be thankful or fearful whilst awaiting your reaction.
He continued, âBut when she sat with us for tea, and bought you that ring, and joined us at the marketâŚâ This confession; It was arguably harder than confessing his love to you. Because Clorinde was your friendâmaybe even closer, if he was so unluckyâand he mightâve crossed a line here he didnât even know existed. âI felt like I hated her,â he finished.
You were still silent, though it wasnât like he could see your expression anyways. He refused to even look up to it, choosing instead to stare down at your joined hands.
But this silence was deafening. Please, just reject him already. He let out the most exhausted sigh he has ever before, the weight of these human emotions bearing down on him. âSo I was justâŚâ
âJust jealous,â you finished for him, and he noticed in your voice how you were almost laughing quietly to yourself. The emotion you just namedâhe didnât know how envy even felt like, much less jealousy ( though, he supposes he knows now ). âNeuvillette, you shouldâve just told me you felt uncomfortable with Clorinde there.â
âHm?â He was confused. So confused, that his eyes finally darted up to meet your own. And there you stood, most comforting of smiles on your face as your thumb began to trace patterns on the back of his hand.
You reassured him, âThose are times we spend together, dedicated to the both of our comforts.â Which was true, but he was ready to argue that he felt selfish that wayâand that you wouldnât love nor deserve a selfish man. âI trust you to tell me when you feel things are unfavorable,â you continued, âand I promise you, Clorinde would understand if I told her.â
âBut,â he piped up, so much doubt in his eyes as if struggling to believe your words, âis she not important to you?â And now, he could not comprehend the bashfulness that raised blood to his cheeks, or the complete disbelief that youâd wave off the Champion Duelist just because of his silly discomfort. Human relationships; He feared he may never understand them.
âOf course sheâs important to meâsheâs my friend!â you lightly laughed. âBut youâre important to me, as well. Please understand that.â His heart mightâve stopped for just a moment. âAnd when we have our scheduled times alone together, the last thing I want to have is you feeling uneasy when weâre supposed to be relaxing.â Your words, the kindness you shedâit was all so confusing yet so welcoming at the same time, that he feels itâs only a matter of seconds until he drowns from the sound of your voice. To feel such comfort in a person was bizarre to him, but itâs a feeling that makes him crave your presence all the same.
His eyes fell to another slight frown, voice quieter as if losing the will to argue. âBut⌠I should not have the right to impede on a relationship significant to youâŚâ
Now it was your turn to look baffled. The way he worded it. Oh, surely he didnâtâ âMonsieur, do you think Clorinde and I are a couple?â
âWell, I certainly thought you two were getting to that state in your relationship,â Neuvillette answered truthfully, voice flowing without hesitation as if it was the most obvious fact in the world. The man who just confessed his love for you only moments ago was fully convinced you felt romance for another woman. âHence why I wasâŚâ He turned his head to the side, shyly clearing his throat. âEnviousâŚâ
You practically burst out into giggles. In fact, one of your hands even let go of his grip just so you could cover your mouth to laugh. âOh⌠Oh, Neuvillette, surely you jest!â you attempted to name whilst controlling your laughter. The Iudex was shell-shocked into pure silence, wondering what he couldâve possibly said to make you react this way, because as far as he knew, he was not making a joke. âClorinde is only a friend to me,â you clarified. âNothing more.â
He remains silent, but thereâs a sweeping wave of new emotions that suddenly flood his shoulders.
âAnd if she sees me as anything more, then, well,â you continued, glancing up outside and then back down to meet his awaiting eyes. âUnfortunately for her, the love in my heart has already been captured by another.â
âBy whom?â The lack of hesitation from his immediate question has more giggles escaping your lips. He looks at you, and your face tells him itâs an obvious question with an obvious answer, and yet he still cannot comprehend this even when you squeeze both his hands in yours once more.
âWho do you think, Monsieur?â And yet even after his face flushes red, he still has a focused look of anticipation on his faceâitâs as if he absolutely will not believe it until you spell it directly to his face. âNeuvillette,â you sighed, but there was an air of gentleness in the way you say his name that relaxed his soul. âItâs always been you.â
The rain continued on.
But now the sun shined between each droplet, because if he could cry from happiness right now, he was sure youâd already be busy wiping his tears away. And this sunny rain continued on and on, even as he poured you tea, even when he bit into the pastries you bought, and even when he looked at you fondly across his desk, not a single doubt of your love.
And as for Clorinde, well, he might need a few more days to recover before he can forgive her for all the sporadic heart attacks sheâs almost given him.
#neuvillette x reader#neuvillette imagines#neuvillette x you#genshin imagines#genshin x reader#neuvillette fluff#genshin x gender neutral reader#neuvillette
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i still think it should have been like. ashfur and brambleclaw were friends as apprentices - ashpaw was always showing him around, teaching him some more advanced apprentice things, talking all day every day and sleeping in the nest next to one another - until brindleface dies. and when bramblepaw goes to comfort his friend, walks across camp to tell him how sorry he is - ashpaw just. stares. at him until he walks away. and bramblepaw is like....well he's grieving, i need to give him space. i get it.
but it keeps happening. ashpaw wont talk to him anymore, barely looks at him. moves to the other side of the apprentices den and starts spending more time with thornpaw. and deep down, even as an apprentice - bramblepaw knows its because of tigerstar, even if firestar and his mother tell him it's not, that ashpaw is just in pain right now. fernpaw is still his friend, after all. but ashpaw is never as close to him anymore. and then they become warriors, and ashfur only exchanges a few words here and there with him, but it's never the same as it was. sorrelpaw and brightheart and others will be like "hey, what happened to you guys?" and brambleclaw knows the answer - he kinda thinks everyone does - but he just will shrug and say "i guess we just grew apart. it happens sometimes."
and the thing is - ashfur knows that it's not technically right to feel this way, that brambleclaw didnt actually do anything. but hes so angry, knowing what happened to his mother. how she died. how brambleclaw's father did that to her and everyone just goes on with life like brindleface wasnt even there. he just cant stop being angry, even if it's not a burning sort of rage anymore, more dull - he still just doesnt want to have anything to do with brambleclaw.
and then hawkfrost and mothwing suddenly are there, and ashfur gets this weird feeling when he sees hawkfrost at gatherings, sees how close he and brambleclaw are. he knows that squirrelflight and brambleclaw are friends - or something, who knows - and he casually just mentions it, just to see if she thinks its weird too. squirrelflight is so outspoken, after all - and bam, she thinks the exact same thing. she thinks hawkfrost is a little much, that there's something not quite right with him. that nothing good could come out of being close with him, and ashfur feels oddly seen. they start talking and hanging out more, squirrelflight doesnt want anything to do with brambleclaw either, and like-
bam. suddenly squirrelflight is on brambleclaw's side again. suddenly they're talking again and ashfur just cant stand it. it feels like hes the only one who sees that there's something wrong with brambleclaw, that brambleclaw is power hungry. that hes manipulative and that he's not safe to be around, but squirrelflight wont hear it. shes almost disgusted, really.
so he sets brambleclaw up - he uses hawkfrost, thinking it's kinda two birds with one stone - he was right about both of them, he thinks as hawkfrost all too eagerly decides to trap firestar in the foxtrap. and ashfur lingers behind just to see, just for proof, and he sees it: he sees brambleclaw hesitate. he sees the way brambleclaw's eyes flicker to the foxtrap, how he freezes up. he thought about doing it, about killing firestar.
and having ashfur be so self-righteous and feeling vindicated about it, and THATS why he hates brambleclaw/squirrelflight so much....i dunno man.
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rambling in the tags like a madman
Leon stans be like "Leon Kennedy would neverđĽ°" "Leon Kennedy would treat me rightđĽ°đĽ°" when this man's average lines are "womenđ" and "following a lady's lead just isn't my style" and "maybe you're not heartless after all" to a woman who's saved his life 27473 times
#the way he acts like ada betrayed him will never fail to piss me off#like at least he isnt just woman hating and blatantly making fun of women#but like he acts like ada owes him something like i understand his feelings being hurt because he trusted her#but ultimately thats on him for trusting someone so blindly and shes not the villain for lying to him she quite literally needed to#and she clearly cares a LOT about him and he acts like she doesnt like dawg is so blind and stupid and ungrateful#mf is subtly entitled and i think that actually would be an interesting layer to his character that breaks his stereotypical heroic nature#but i know it wouldnt be an intentional decision and capcom probably thinks they ACTUALLY wrote out his misogyny but they clearly didnt#misogyny is so engrained in these games its kinda wild i noticed it severely when i replayed re6#the way ada is treated like an object by the entirety of the franchise is absurd and its crazier that THATS like the main killer in re6#was people objectifying ada and treating her like she's not a real person and there is so much opportunity to write in themes about how-#disgusting and demoralizing ane destructive misogyny is and opens a lot to like messaging abt the fetishization of asian women especially#but NO capcom had their own point fly over their heads and objectified her in the game despite that being the whole spark to the conflict#and could it have been a cool unreliable narrative touch to do that INTENTIONALLY to then further the point and tell the narrative: yeah.#but NoooOOoOOOoo#they gotta treat her like an accessory#not to mention Leon being a total misogynist in that game i cannot get over that interaction with him and Jake before fighting Ustanak#the one thats like: âguys like an ex girlfriend. never knows when to quit.â and leon goes: âwelcome to the club.â#i wanna smack him#both of them actually#i should rewrite re6 with all the same plot points but with a less nasty narrative#bc theres so much potential for commentary on misogyny and objectification of women#and generational trauma and honestly post traumatic experience in general#and the elements of body horror cloning etc#also especially with ada (who i think should be the protagonist of the game)-#and re6 being after starting her arc of personal change for her to be faced with the false idea of what ada wong is/was in the past is-#crazy compelling and with the bit in og re3 where she acknowledges that ada wong is just a false idea it could be even stronger as a story#and for this false idea and for her past to come back to haunt her and this false idea of her taking her entire identity and-#presenting itself to the world as her and who she is#not to mention that SHE ends up destroying the concept of Ada Wong and what people who objectify her percieve her as#FUCKING UUYGGGGGGWGEHHHHHHHSHBEB IM SO ILL ABOUT HER THIS IS ALWAYS ON MY MIND
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Omg for miguel requests!! Can i request one where spider-reader is very bold and always flirting with miguel and one time he flirts back and she gets super flustered and doesnt know how to respondđ
Thank you so much!! I love your writing youre so talented
AN | No, but this concept was aces! I hope you enjoy đĽ°
Warnings | [Suggestive] Language
Pairing | Miguel x Fem!Reader
Word Count | 2.6k
Masterlist | Main, Spider-Man
âââ シ ・ďžâ: *.â˝ .* :âďž. âââ
You could hear his angry footsteps before anything else and you braced yourself for his fury. Instead you busied yourself with looking at your suit to make sure everything was intactâŚor at least pretending to do so.
"What the fuck were you thinking!?" ahh yes, there it was. He was definitely angry, but you tried to keep it cool. You weren't about to admit that he made you nervous, even if the nerves were slight. You looked up from your sleeve and blinked innocently at him, "don't do that!"
"Do what?" You kept your voice sweet and soft, "what are you talking about, Miguel?"
"You - I - you are so infuriating!" he waved his finger in front of your face and you simply shrugged, "you never listen to me! I don't know why I even let you stay on the team!"
"Oh Miguelito," you gently reached up and brushed his hand out of your face. You were well aware of what he was talking about - you'd directly gone against his orders. But, to be fair, things had turned out just fine despite choosing your own method. It wasn't like you'd fucked up some cannon event, "everything's fine and no one got hurt!"
"But you don't listen," he sighed heavily, "that's the problem. And one day, it's going to get someone hurt. I'm not going to let you do that to anyoneâŚor yourself."
"You're so cute," a dreamy sigh escaped your lips as you touched his face, brushing your knuckles across his cheek. He lightly slapped your hand away, "but you're going to give yourself wrinkles if you keep worrying."
"I'm being serious!"
"So am I," you raised your eyebrows and sighed at him, "I won't do anything bad and I'd never put anyone else in danger. You know that."
"One more fuck up from you and you're done," his voice was low and dangerous and you pulled back slightly, "I mean it. Just because you think you're so cute and charming doesn't mean I can't see right through you."
"Miguel," you looked at him with wide eyes, "I don't think I'm cute - I know I'm cute. But not as cute as you, handsome. Now if you'll excuse me, I've gotta go and make a few suit adjustments."
"This isn't over!" His cheeks darkened as he watched you walk away.Â
"I'd be disappointed if it was," you gave him a small salute, "see ya, Miguelito!"
He let out a sigh of exasperation as you walked away. It was definitely a challenge not to stare at your ass but he was just a man after all. So he definitely stared at your ass.
"Stop staring," Peter popped up behind him, causing Miguel to flinch, "just tell her you're in love!"
"I'm notâŚ" he pinched the bridge of his nose, "I'm not in love with her and I'm not doing this with you right. Get back to work, Parker."
âââ シ ・ďžâ: *.â˝ .* :âďž. âââ
It had been a few days since what you had decided to dub the incident had occurred. You'd more or less ignored Miguel, deciding to let him cool down on his own terms. You missed getting to give him a hard time and missed getting to tease him as you loved.Â
The thing was, you didnât hate Miguel. It wasâŚquite the contrary in fact. Over the last year that youâd been working for the man, or on his silly little team as you liked to tease him, youâd found yourself getting more and more attached to him. You really liked him and you werenât shy about letting him know. You thought you were being obvious, but apparently you werenât obvious at all because he didnât seem to get it. Or, if he did, he really wasnât interested and chose not to acknowledge your moves. It was Miguel though, and you were sure he would have just told youâŚbut then again, would he have? Maybe he was just a simple-â
âWhatâs wrong, princess?â you started at the sound of his low, gruff voice. You hadnât heard him sneak up and his sudden appearance almost scared you off your chair. Clutching at your heart, you looked over to see Miguel leaning against the edge of your desk, a lazy smile on his face. You were stunned by both his appearance and his casual display of affection, and could only manage to open and close your mouth a few times, âcat got your tongue?â
âMiguel?â you looked at him with wide eyes, âw-what are you doingâŚhere?â
âJust wanted to come and see my favorite girl,â okay, there was definitely something going on. You highly doubted you were his favorite girl (that was probably Jessica or Mayday), let alone his favorite anything, âI have something for you.â
âFor me?â your mouth ran dry as he nodded. Was he flirting with you? Surely he couldnât be, âwhat would that be?â
âHere,â he reached behind his back and pulled out what looked like your suitâŚonly this was slightly different. He placed it on the desk in front of you before moving to stand behind you. His larger frame easily dwarfed yours, and that was something you tried to push out of your mind. You looked over the suit, trailing your fingers over the soft fabric, âI made some adjustments to it. I think youâll find it easier to access web fluid and its got better repair tech. Something new Parker was working on.â
You let out a small breath of amazement; this was an incredibly kind gesture from anyone, spider-people did happen to be generous for the most part, but this was next level. You re-familiarized yourself with the pink, blue, and purple fabric. A smile crossed your features as you turned your head to look at him. You found him watching you intently, âthank you, Miguel. This isâŚamazing.â
âYouâre welcome,â his voice was near your ear, causing goosebumps to erupt all over your skin, âmaybe itâll help you to listen next time, hmm?â
âMiguel,â you turned in your seat and found yourself face to face with him, noses almost brushing. Whatever you were about to say quickly left your mind as you looked into his pretty brown eyes. A sharp inhale escaped your lips and you noticed the smile on his face grow larger, âI, ughâŚIâŚâ
âHmm?â it was a small sound of the back of his throat as he regarded you. He reached up and touched your face, brushing his thumb over your cheek, âwhatâs up?â
âI umm,â you stammered nervously, trying to ignore the feeling of his skin on yours, âI gotta go. I-I think Peter needed me for something.â
âHeâs out on assignment right now.â
âMayday then,â you volunteered slinking out from under his arm and grabbing the new suit, You felt your entire face warmed up as he started to chuckle, âMayday needs me-â
âSheâs a baby!â
âAnd I love her,â you squeaked, âso I gotta help her!â
You took off before he could say anything else or fluster you even more. Something had gotten into Miguel OâHara and you werenât sure you could handle it. You werenât sure youâd survive the man youâd longed after for so long returning those very same feelings.Â
Well. This was going to get interesting.
âââ シ ・ďžâ: *.â˝ .* :âďž. âââ
You came to the decision, made after much contemplation and tossing and turning at night, that you were going to ignore Miguel. Not ignore completely but ignore his advances. If he did happen to flirt with you again, you weren't going to say or do anything. Not that you expected themâŚbut, you know, just in case it happened.
When you got to the headquarters the next day, you kept to yourself, taking your coffee and making your way to your little assigned corner and refusing to make eye contact with anyone. Maybe if no one saw you, you could get away with being practically invisible.Â
But the universe wouldn't have it, of course it wouldn't.
"Hello there," his voice was sticky sweet like toffee and that didn't land well with you. Rather it did land well in the sense that it shouldn't have made you feel the rush you were currently experiencing, "you look pretty today."
"I, ugh," you looked down at your outfit and shrugged helplessly. You were dressed simply in a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and sandals; nothing that you would consider exceptional, "ummâŚthanks?"
"What's wrong?" He knew exactly what was wrong, the bastard. He could probably hear the erratic and wild beating of your heart, "you seemâŚnervous."
"N-no," you shook your eyes but your wide eyes and pretty pout were anything but convincing, "justâŚtired?"
 "Are you sure about that?"
"No," you answered. You could have beaten around the bush all you wanted, but you knew that he wasn't going to give up. That wasn't Miguel at all. The best option - the only really - was to just come out and tell him the truth. Once it was all out, the chips would fall where they may, "why are you suddenly flirting with me? W-wait, are you flirting with me?â
âI am,â he admitted this so easily that it caught you off guard. You knew he wasnât one to lie per se, but you didnât expect him to just outright admit it. Confusion colored your features as you tried to get your mind to function again, âI amâŚflirting with you.â
âOh,â you nodded and turned back to your computer screen before it all set in, âoh?â
âOh,â he teased, reaching forward to brush some of your rogue locks of hair behind your ear.
âWhy?â you reached up and wrapped your fingers around his wrist, gently pulling his hand away, âis it because Iâve been flirting with you?â
âItâs one of the reasonsâŚamong others,â alright. Now you were curious, even more than before, as to where this was going, âis that a problem for you?â
Nope. No. Nah. Not. At. All.
âUmmmâŚâ you felt ditzy and dazy as you looked over at the handsome man. He really had you thrown for a loop, âI justâŚif I made you feel uncomfortable with it, Iâm sorry. I never meant it to be mean or anything. I justâŚmeant it.â
âMeant it?â he parroted as you swallowed thickly, âyou meant it all those times you were flirting with me?â
âY-yes,â your confession was soft and gentle as Miguel practically preened under your words. He wasnât sure what answer he had been expecting, but somehow it wasnât this one. He hadnât flattered him with the idea that you would seriously like him, âI did - I do, Miguel.â
âHmm,â he mused softly as you blinked at him with wide eyes, âdo you want to know something?â
âY-yes? Yes,â you nodded, tummy fluttering with butterflies and heart pitter-patter rapidly.
âWhen Iâve been flirting with you,â he leaned down so he was almost face level with you, âIâve meant it too, princess.â
âNo way,â disbelief flooded your veins as the first conclusion you came to was that he was lying. Perhaps this was all to get back for going against his direct orders during your last mission. That must have been the reason, right? You leaned away from him and almost slid off your chair as you rolled back to create a bit of distance between your bodies, ây-youâre lying. You have to beâŚâ
âIâm not lying to you,â this time he was in disbelief. Heâd never once lied to youâŚwhy would he start now?
âYou have to be,â you sounded so pathetic as you grabbed your stuff and almost ran away, âyou canât like me like that!â
âWhy not?!â
âI dunno, you just canât!â you almost ran into Peter as you tried to get away, âsorry!â
Peter was dumbfounded as he looked between your quickly disappearing figure and Miguel, âwhat happened now?â
âI wish I knew,â Miguel exhaled heavily as he pinched the bridge of his nose, âfuck.â
âââ シ ・ďžâ: *.â˝ .* :âďž. âââ
You kept your distance from HQ for a couple of days after your embarrassing outburst. You had replayed that very moment over and over in your head, trying to see it from all different angles.
The only conclusion you kept coming to was that he was telling the truth. And that reality was hard to come to terms with at firstâŚbut then it was blissfully exciting. Miguel liked you! But then it was more like Miguel liked youâŚholy shit.Â
But then you decided that more than anything, you needed to know the truth.Â
You practically ran over to his office, causing the curious glances of other spider-people to follow you. You could hear their hushed murmurs, but didnât stop to address them. News traveled fast around this place and you had no doubt that as soon as whatever happened between the two of you, the news would spread like wildfire.Â
âMiguel!â you didnât even bother to knock and announce your presence, bursting into his office without ceremony. He turned around to face you, a few different expressions crossing his features before settling on surprise, âIâŚâ
âYes?â suddenly every single coherent thought escaped your mind as you stared at him. He cocked his head to the side and looked at you expectantly.
âDid you mean it?â you whispered, taking a step closer to him, âthe other day when you said you flirted with me because you meant it. Did you mean it?â
âYes,â he promised, closing the gap even more, âof course I did. I wouldnât lie to you.â
âMe neither,â you insisted, catching yourself, âlie to you, I mean. SoâŚâ
âSo weâre on the same page now?â
âI think so,â you smiled hesitantly at him, and the two of you locked eyes for a few moments.Â
Before you could stop yourself, you closed the little bit of distance remaining between your bodies before practically jumping into his arms. Almost as if he had known what you were thinking, he effortlessly caught you, wrapping his strong arms around you. You beamed at him, melting as you watched him practically glow at you.Â
âI want to kiss you,â you touched his face, and he practically leaned into your touch, âmay I?â
âYou may-â you prevented him from saying anything else as you crashed your lips onto his, kissing him with a fierce determination and eagerness.Â
Neither of you dared to pull back until you were both breathless, looking at each other through hazy eyes and soft smiles. He gently set you back on the ground and you stared up at him.Â
âDo you want some more honesty?â he asked gently, stealing a few more kisses, which you eagerly gave him.
âOf course.â
âI plan on doing that a lot more,â and yeahâŚthat made you practically jump his bones then and there, âif youâre down for it.â
âYes,â that came without hesitation, âI definitely am.â
âBetter close the door then,â you did as you asked, looking at him with round, eager eyes, âyou know how nosey they can be.â
âThe nosiestâŚâ
âNow, câmere,â he held his hand out to you, âand let me prove I wasnât lying to you.â
âYes, please.â
#miguel o'hara#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel o'hara x fem!reader#miguel o'hara x you#miguel o'hara imagine#miguel o'hara one shot#oscar isaac#spiderman 2099#atsv#spider-man
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Guys Iâm an old people defender i wholeheartedly believe Wu is a good teacher and person (teen wu and younger was a good character, older wu doesnt have the same effect tho and just falls under a decent character)
Like guys he didnât mean for Morro to go insane over the green ninja thing, i dont think anyone wouldâve expected that to happen with a damn baby. Not to mention that as much as people like to say he abused or neglected Morro or whatever, canonically speaking he hasnât. In the end what happened to Morro was the effect of his own insecurities and Wuâs lack of understanding.
Wu was not at fault for the whole kai getting obsessed with the green ninja thing or any of the other ninja doing the same, that was all their own faults for being all nosy (as teenage boys with too much power do.)
Wu mightâve overreacted after finding out what Garm did with the letter business in season 4, but just cause he cussed out his BROTHER once (guys theyâre siblings, this is the norm and Wu was fully justified to be irritated. Also there will always be a tension between them because theyâve had to fight against each other for either decades, hundreds of years, or thousands of years. They will never have the normal sibling relationship they once only somewhat had.) that was still his brother he just lost and definitely feels guilt at not getting to reconcile PROPERLY with him. Just because you are mad at an individual, genuinely mad at them, does not mean you hate them.
Wu was not at fault for the whole Garmadon getting sent to the under world his clothes literally starts glowing mf was not planning that. He was literally about to die because of Garmadon i think he was a tad preoccupied with that.
Wu is not at fault for Lloyd becoming the green ninja, its shown that he cannot control who gets chosen and was quite obviously hoping it would be the damn teenagers trained to deal with this, not the damn baby who would have to fight his DAD. The whole reason he trained Lloyd so hard after was because he is well aware of how being the green ninja is a curse, especially to Lloyd. He knew a target was on Lloyds back now and for the rest of time and he can do nothing to remove it, only help Lloyd in handling it.
Aspheera is a huge SOGGY BISCUIT I HATE HER I AHTE HEERYEYYE. She is so hypocritical and its all her fault and not Wuâs donât even try it (i love her character thats why i hate her sm). Wu was literally a baby when the whole betrayal thing happened, and how could he have known his damn students would open up her prison cell and sheâd take Kaiâs power. Kai had a right to mad about getting dragged into it but even he admits he was reacting the way he was because his powers got stolen. Aspheera was completely at fault for what happened to her.
I wont deny that whatever was going on between Misako and Wu in the early seasons was super weird, but Iâm also not going to call it betrayal or cheating for Garmadon because Garmadon had been gone for a good decade and tbh it was rlly bad writing of writers trying to shove romance everywhere.
He took in a bunch of teenagers, thats something i wont deny to also be bad. But donât you find it convenient that Wu took them each in during separate times of need? Cole, deep in grief, needed to become a ninja because it completed him. Jay, desperate for a place and purpose in this world, needed to be a ninja to become confident and aware of his worth. Zane, confused and lost, needed to be a ninja to find his own place in the world, needed to be a ninja because he needed to have a purpose, a home. Kai, angry and traumatised, needed to become a ninja to become the best version of himself. Wu knew of each of them, and only took them in when he knew they needed an outside source to lead them.
Literally i dont understand why people paint him as a villain. He has never been one. Itâs like how Mystake said, the only reason one becomes wise is through their own mistakes, their own life and experiences. Wu is an old, old man. He is right when he says heâs not like how he used to be.
I could keep going, but God guys. Stop mischaracterising characters! You can dislike them all you want, its your life, but donât change what they have done and call them a bad person when that isnât true.
You can call Wu a character with mistakes, a character heavily in the light grey area of good and evil.
WU IS NOT A BAD GUY GUYS STOP CALLING HIM ONE đ
#lego ninjago#ninjago#morro ninjago#ninjago morro#lloyd ninjago#wu ninjago#ninjago wu#ninjago sensei wu#kai ninjago#nya ninjago#garmadon#emperor garmadon#garmadon x misako#young garmadon#ninjago garmadon#zane ninjago#cole ninjago#jay ninjago#ninjago misako#they were all destined for the worse things imaginable#and when those things happen you make mistake#most you can never go back on#but you learn and you grow and you make less#but they still happen#people tend to forget destiny is a huge driving factor in Ninjago#literally those kids would have to do what they did anyways they lowkey wouldve went through it anyways#with or without wu#be happy it was with wuđ
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Every umbrella academy character ranked (seasons 1-4)
After that shitshow of a fourth season, i felt it necessary to redo this.
#36 -The Sparrows (Jayme, Alphonso, Fae etc.)
The show had no clue what to do with these characters. They sit around being evil for a little while only to promptly die within four episodes. Also one of them is a fucking cube?!? Whats up with that?
#35 - Sloane
How come she disappears in season 4 but not sparrow Ben? So much of this makes no sense.
#34 -Sparrow Ben
I hate this character with my whole being. He goes around calling people emo as if HE DOESNT WAKE UP EVERY MORNING WITH A SCOWL ON HIS STUPID FACE AND EMO HAIR ON HIS STUPID FOREHEAD. He's so rude and awful and i'm given no reason by the show to give a shit where he ends up.
#33 -Carl Cooper
This one speaks for itself.
#32 -Reggie's wife
The two of them annoyed me so much.
#31 -Viktor
Moochy emo sod. Elliott Page's acting got progressively worse throughout the series (and i like Elliott Page, but this wasnt his best work.)- season 1 Vanya was tolerable, beyond that i couldn't stand this character. All his jokes land flat and he has the charisma of a piece of cardboard.
#30 -Season 4 Five
For the sake of this ranking, i am treating seasons 1-3 Five and season 4 Five as seperate characters. Seems like the writers were doing the same. What the fuck, guys? How do you bulldoze a character this badly?
Season 4 Five was unfunny, selfish, cowardly, and most of all on a different plane of being from the Five we all knew and loved. Screw you, season 4 Five, you're not canon.
#29 -Season 4 Lila
I'm treating Lila the same way. Season 4 Lila was an injustice to seasons 2-3 Lila.
#28 -Harlan
Couldn't care less about him. He represents to me when the umbrella academy started going to shit in season 3.
#27 -Jennifer
Again, we are given no reason to care about her.
#26 -Pogo
He was just there for the exposition. They never explained why Reggie was doing experiments on monkeys??
#25 -Reggie
He was quite a good villain but i still hate him. Really goofy at times, too.
#24 -Jean and Gene
They were quite good actually. If season 4 wasn't a dumpster fire, i reckon they'd have been able to really shine.
#23 -Cha Cha
This is getting into better territory. I liked Cha Cha, she was badass, but not well developed.
#22 -Detective Patch
Again, i liked her, but she wasn't given much time to develop as a character.
#21 -The Swedes
They were funny, whimsical villains that were fun to watch on screen. Funny and whimsical are two adjectives that TUA used to embody.
#20 -Elliott
My guy just wanted to eat fish and be a conspiracy theorist đ
#19 -Sissy
Welcome back, Sheldon's mum.
In all seriousness, she was well acted despite Viktor's actor giving her nothing to work with, so props to her.
#18 -Dave
WE GOT ZERO MENTIONS OF DAVE IN SEASONS 3-4?!? DESPITE HIM BEING A HUGE PART OF KLAUS'S CHARACTER?!?! WHEN I CATCH YOU WRITERS-
#17 -Destiny's children
I am in fact an active member
#16 -Luther
I have bumped Luther up my list because in seasons 3-4 he sort of embraces his goofiness, but in seasons 1-2 he is an insufferable, incestuous moron. He is up here for good character development and i wished he could have ended up with Sloane.
#15 -Agnes
She was really cute and sweet, i liked her a lot. RIP season 1, you were peak.
#14 -Herb and Dot
They were sweet and funny too, and i miss the whole idea of the time commission.
#13 -Kenny's mum
An honourable mention
#12 -Grace
Grace was super well performed and poignant. I have no issues with Grace.
#11 -Stan
Live, laugh, love Stan. I hate that the trauma of losing him was never mentioned in season 4 for Diego or Lila.
My top 10
#10 -Lenoard Peabody/ Harold Jenkins
I stand by him being one of the best-acted and most cleverly written villains of all time. He is not only a well-executed surprise villain, but a scarily accurate one, and the actor plays him to perfection. We even start to like him before the cracks show. Also he looks like a creepy version of Lin Manuel Miranda.
#9 -Ray
Season 4 did Ray DIRTY. It was completely out of character for him to just walk out. They could have at least have him die in a tragic accident or something. Season 2 Ray is the perfect, most charismatic, ideal man and i hold him in my heart forever and in my head Alison and Ray ended up together.
#8 -Hazel
He had one of the best arcs on the show, period. Continues to represent everything good about the first two seasons of TUA. He was flawed, he was human, he was loveable.
#7 -Umbrella Ben
He seemed like he could have been a brilliant character with more screen time. His sacrifice in season 2 was a genuinely moving moment. The backstreet boys moment is SO FUNNY and his and Klaus's dynamic is something i really miss.
#6 -The Handler
We don't appreciate The Handler enough. The show started rolling downhill as soon as The Handler was gone. She was the glue that held the show together, one of the best villains/antagonists in TV history.
#5 -Allison
Yes, season 3 Allison made some stupid choices and did some terrible things, but a lot of it came from grief and she redeemed herself in season 4 imo. Seasons 1-2 Allison was one of the most charismatic, endearing and empathetic characters on the show.
#4 -Seasons 1-2 Lila
I love you. I miss you. Come back to me.
#3 -Diego
Bumped up the list for being a CONSISTENTLY good character who is flawdd but still extremely loveable and hilarious.
#2 -Seasons 1-3 Five
Seasons 1-3 Five would shoot season 4 Five in the face. He is the daddy here, and season 4 Five is the creepy uncle.
Original Five is a masterfully crafted, hilarious, unique, intelligent character and i will not let season 4 ruin it for me.
#1 -Klaus
This needs no justification.
What do you think? How far do you agree?
#the umbrella academy season 4#the umbrella academy season 2#the umbrella academy#the umbrella academy cast#the umbrella academy season 1#the umbrella academy season 3#klaus hargreeves#five hargreeves#diego hargreeves#lila pitts#reginald hargreeves#allison hargreeves#luther hargreeves#viktor hargreeves#ben hargreeves
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here are my redesigns for the hiveswap lowbloods! headcanons are under the cut, last pic shows their actual height differences
edit: Fozzer and Folykl were re-redesigned.
Midbloods
Highbloods
Diemen Xicali
nonbinary (he/they)
is in a matespritship with Mallek. after so long, they finally accepted the blueblood's offer to share an apartment
he still wont share his Special Meal
has pale feelings towards the hotdog juggler troll
has taken a liking to culinary channels on grubtube
quite surprisingly, hes pretty charming. a common trait for hope-bounds
Xefros Tritoh
is no longer in a moirallegiance with Dammek, stating that they needed a break. He plans on coming back to him though
he is still a rebel
has a sibling-like relationship with Chixie. While The Grubbels are "on hiatus", he makes a duet with her and their songs are a mix of pop with rock.
yup, still training to be a butler.
despite being a rage-bound, he rarely gets angry. when he does, however, his telekinesis become much more powerful and out of his control, even
Fozzer Velyes
hes a communist because fuck you scratch
can see and talk to ghosts, but refuses to acknowledge their existence for the sake of his beliefs.
marvus is the only highblood he feels comfortable around.
marsti's best friend since grubhood. she was the first friend he ever had, and for a long while, the only one. they care a lot about each other
has picked up on wood carving, aside from just digging bodies
knows charun and skylla since wrigglerhood, too, they met in grubschool. but foz didn't last long, his lusus eventually decided to just hiveschool him instead
he re encountered with skylla sweeps later and they got to catch up. they remain in close contact until this day
dont worry, Happy Absence Pit Park is rebels friendly
Marsti Houtek
still has those fuckass goggles, though she shows her eyes much more often now (her girlfriend convinced her to do that)
speaking of, Marsti doesnt mind when her matesprit does that, because at least she gets to wear something decent
she was always red-flirting with Folykl, while the other was pitch, but after they started meeting more often and getting to know each other better, even getting each other's sense of humor, Folykl's hate turned into pity. theyre the best matesprits. though they do flip quadrants at times.
when done scrubbing for the day, she either goes to her hive to watch bad lowblood sitcoms or goes to the bookhive and get some medicine books
even if she keeps telling herself that shell never become a doctor, she still likes to study and know more about how to treat diseases, mainly voidrot, which doesnt have much information about in the books she has access to
she has a whole notebook with only information about voidrot. she writes down everything she finds out. Folykl teases her about it
its funny because theyre both void-bound yk
she hides a blade in her scrubpole. she almost never uses it, but keeps it in case she needs to defend herself
self care is being into women
Dammek
still upset with the break up, yet he tries to maintain a serious persona
he's using this "break" to rethink about his actions and improve as a person.
not giving up on that rebellion, even after Trizza gets culled by the Condesce herself
he probably needs another hobby, too
Chixie Roixmr
teeth not so sharp for a bronzeblood, huh
now hides her sign when shes 'the masked singer'
was surprised to see how her pop music went pretty well with Xefros' punk/rock style. they rap sometimes, too
despite hating highbloods, she is actually moirails with famous rapper marvus xoloto. they try their best to hide that connection.
has kicked Zebruh's ass
Vikare Ratite
was initially upset that Marsti had set him up on a blind date, but after finding out his date was a psionic who, well, could FLY, he got pretty excited
likes to watch documentaries
its best if you dont ask how he feels towards the fate of his matesprit as a helmsman
Skylla Koriga
no lusii thief ever leaves her territory alive
the missing piece is no longer missing: the hat
did this cowgirl actually managed to pull up a clown woman? its more likely than you think
she worries about her kismessitude with Konyyl, as the oliveblood tends to flip quadrants with her goldblood boyfriend
country life is tougher than you think
Cirava Hermod
transfem nonbinary (they/them)
theyre still on live, go check their streams
very obviously red-flirting with Charun
do not fuck with them, or else theyre gonna cancel you on chittr
yet its still hard to be a popular lowblood on the web...
still recovering from THE INCIDENT.
wanna get high?
Kuprum Maxlol
was super jealous of Marsti and her matespritship with his moirail, until Folykl got enough and set him on a blind date
he gets annoyed by Vikare's constant rambling about flight (he loves him anyways), but he can't say much since he also has a obsession he won't stop rambling about (meeting Trizza)
though, ever since he became Vikare's matesprit, he stopped talking about the fuchsia a considerate amount, to Folykl's relief.
likes seeing how happy Vikare gets when he uses his psionics to make him fly
if ur a highblood, you better stay careful around him with you eletronics, or else he's going to hack you and anonimously leak all of your information
refuses to admit that he's balding
tfw you have completely pale makeouts with your moirail
Folykl Darane
enjoys stealing her matesprit's things
what? shes clean now?
the first bath went horrendously and all because of her stubborness. but after the first few she actually felt kind of.. better? not that shell ever admit it out loud, of course, but bathing is longer the pain it was initially
you can still catch her stinking sometimes, tho
literally never even touched a toothbrush in her entire life
this society full of normies isn't ready for her yet
what were initially medical check ups with a rustie became dates
secretly, shes glad she got to know Marsti better and that black feelings became red
she lets her girlfriend braid her hair sometimes
found an old apartament and began living there with Kuprum and her lusus. dont worry, no drones scan the area like, ever
Azdaja Knelax
yeah, this guy is def troll Vegeta
myopic
stop using your psionics to make your hair and coat fly even when theres no wind
he likes bad bitches
guarantees Skylla that theres nothing even resambling spades between him and Konyyl. trust him
he never had a fourth horn to begin with
the power level of his psionics... it's. it's over *breaks device*
Zebede Tongva
this guy is a light-bound?
enjoys troll kpop, probably
goldies with no psionic eyes are more common than you think
he should write a book. with his own characters, of course
would you be kind enough to travel so far to meet him?
oh so he can commune with bees. isnt communing a bronze thing?
#mareys dump#hiveswap#hiveswap friendsim#friendsim#diemen xicali#xefros tritoh#fozzer velyes#marsti houtek#dammek#tetrarch dammek#chixie roixmr#vikare ratite#skylla koriga#cirava hermod#kuprum maxlol#folykl darane#azdaja knelax#zebede tongva#hiveswap fanart#homestuck redesign#mid bloods will be next
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when they have a jealous! anxious! s/o
characters: kafka, blade, alhaitham
a/n: for the crying part⌠sorry thats a bit self indulgent⌠:( also ive been busy with work sunday-friday 9-6 :(( alsoooo ive watched atsv and im interested in writing miguel so i was wondering if anybody would b interested, let me know in the inbox :3
blade
blade is a person who rather keeps to himself and doesnt really do small talk with others unless its with you. in fact, he is probably the one who gets a bit jealous more often than not. like he knows youre not going to flirt back to a rando but he already hates the other man/woman/person for even trying to get to flirt with you.
to see youre jealous is confusing to him because why should you? he literally only expresses his feelings to you so why are jealous? and have you seen yourself? nobody can ever compare to you. wouldnt get mad at you but if anything he wants to punch your intrusive thoughts and jealous thoughts. he knows how it feels and its not a nice feeling at all.
whether or not you jokingly get jealous or cry from it, he would reassure you by embracing you and kissing you gently. he is not good with words but he tries to affirm with that he only loves you and that is in fact true. if only you knew how much he would literally would die for you and choose u in every other universe.
kafka
she flirts a lot but once she settles down with you be prepared because she will only flirt and be so so sweet to you. when she sees others she is quite nonchalant compared to before but since her voice is naturally sultry you sometimes cant tell if she is flirting or not.
can easily read you when youre jealous and would reassure you the way you need to be reassured. you need space? okay thats fine with her too while she prepares something for you like a movie to watch and your favorite food.
likes that you get jealous for her because she knows you really care a lot for her. you may never ever suspect this but kafka can get jealous too. she is just good at hiding it but if you look into her eyes oh you know she will bite (mark you too) at whoever is being flirtatious to you.
alhaitham
he is also very much similar to blade. keeps to himself most of the time and likes to be alone but he loves your company. why would he need anybody elseâs opinion if he could just ask you?
if you do get jealous, he would first reassure you 101% and then he would give you a logical approach/response to what is happening. he would give you a huge tight hug so that you can forget about your irrational thoughts for at least a minute.
would purposely wear your belongings so people would avoid flirting with him or approach him in general. he secretly wants you to do the same except he will never say a word. when he is jealous he would be a bit petty or not say a word or he might ask you a serious question like âam i comedic enough for you?â
#honkai star rail#blade x reader#genshin impact#hsr blade#genshin alhaitham#alhaitham x reader#kafka honkai star rail#al haitham#kafka x reader#genshin impact alhaitham#hsr kafka#blade hsr
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Thunder legion hcs but some of them get weirdly specific bc i think abt them too much
(Part 1??)
- Originally Bickslow and Freed lived together as roommates, Evergreen lived in fairy hills and Laxus had his own penthouse. When Fairy Tail disbanded they began living together while they were in Blue Pegasus as it was just easier, and they never stopped (im running off the hc that theyre all living together for most of these)
- Freed is the cook of the raijin tribe, they used to have a cooking rotor but it slowly became just Freed cooking every night
- Evergreen CAN cook basic meals but hates doing it so just, wont. Back when there was a schedule she asked Freed to do it instead and he usually agreed because he enjoys cooking
- Bickslow also can cook, but likes to experiment quite heavily and will not be convinced to make a normal meal. Got banned from cooking after he served shrimp pasta with ice cream
- Laxus can cook you a damn good grilled cheese, but thats it. Only cooks when people are feeling like grilled cheese
- Bickslow is a painter, not-quite Reedus level but still good, they like to paint from the imagination more than from reference which ends in very interesting (and only mildly disturbing) pieces
- Evergreen likes to garden, its something she started when she was young because her mother told her fairies like to care for nature. Their apartment is filled with various plants that she keeps and cares for, and while she could use magic to help them grow she prefers doing it by hand
- Freed enjoys playing a lot of musical instruments, hes best at violin and has been playing since quite young along with piano, but can also play gutair and bass as of more recently. Also has a collection of books in the apartment, originally all stored in his room before he ran out of space
- They have a schedule of getting up at about 7am at the latest most days, its not heavily enforced day to day but they stick to it on missions, if not getting up even earlier depending on the job
- Off-mission though? Nobody is actually getting up at 7am. Bickslow doesnt have a set time to wake but tends to actually be an early riser, he enjoys the mornings so he usually gets up a bit before 7, occasionally to do some painting or stretch ect
- Freed wakes up at 6am sharp and gets straight out of bed, no yawning or stretching or anything just stands up and walks away
- he is also the one attempting to enforce the 7am rule (sorry king) but bickslow usually joins in if only to annoy people
- Evergreen prefers to sleep in a bit more where possible, usually till half 8 or 9 if she can get away with it, then spends way to long in the bathroom doing her hair, makeup, and picking an outfit
- Laxus normally gets up at 10 and is impossible to wake before that, youd have to kick him awake and hes still grumpy afterwards
- Freed is French (I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL) and comes from a military background, specifically a noble house that specialised in military trading and training in France (i have an entire backstory mapped out for this freak if anyones interested drop me an ask)
- Bickslow grew up in the circus, hes always been naturally flexible but its where he honed that ability as well as learning some acrobatics, however it burned down when he was a teenager and the puppets (âbabiesâ) he keeps around are the result of friends who died in that fire
- Evergreen is Scottish and grew up mostly raised by a single mother, her father was around for a few years but was generally a horrible man, a drinker and abuser who eventually left her mother alone. She also has a brother a few years younger than her who she helped to raise and is still close to
- Freed is the tactician of the thunder legion, comes along with being a leader but hes usually the one coming up with the plans
- Speaking of, hes someone who prefers to have a plan before a fight where possible, particularly as his magic is one where its difficult to construct quickly, especially if he wants a high powered jutsu shiki. So while he can think quickly on his feet hed rather have a plan mapped out
- Evergreen is the one whoâs best at thinking quickly, if they end up in a situation where a snap decision needs to be made shes confident enough to make it and order her teammates around without second guessing herself
- They also all understand the importance of teamwork and its the main reason theyâre so effective (as seen in the battle of fairy tail) their close bond allows them to work extremely well together, even if they tend to argue sometimes
- When Bickslow dislikes someone they have a habit of showing it on his face, usually by pulling a disgusted expression
- Ever does this too in a more subtle way, usually exchanging a glance with one of the thunder legion if shes not liking what somebodies saying. She WILL be gossiping about it later
- If Freeds not interested in a conversation he just silently walks away when youre not looking, people have gone 10 minutes before noticing hes left before
- Laxus just leaves mid-sentence though, doesnât even think about it just walks away
- None of them can drive anywhere for various reasons, Laxus obviously gets extremely motion sick so is out for the count right off the bat
- Bickslow was banned due to being deemed âa danger to himself and othersâ after he got too many speeding tickets and crashed the car into a postbox
- Evergreen literally applies makeup while driving, shes blasting the radio while doing lipstick without looking at the road and its terrifying
- Freed is who people THINK would be the most responsible driver, and while heâll get you to your destination safely, he also has a bad habit of ignoring the speed limit and accidentally running red lights. Unlike Bickslow however hes somehow managed to avoid getting any tickets
#fairy tail#fairy tail headcanons#fairy tail freed#freed justine#fairy tail evergreen#evergreen#fairy tail bickslow#bickslow#fairy tail laxus#laxus dreyar#thunder legion#raijinshuu#raijin tribe#thunder legion hcs#long post#why was this so long hello?#thats what she said#i literally have so many more of these boo i feel so cringe#did i proof-read this? no. its 5am and i havent slept just pretend this ones a banger guys
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been thinking about Trish a lot lately, and her connection to Eva
(Big ranty thing with some analysis into her character + my own headcanons about trish below)
She was created to be a carbon copy of Eva, right down to the most unimportant details. So much so that Dante recognized her immediately he didnt even do a double-take, as soon as those glasses were off he saw Eva standing infront of him instead of Trish. (I mean, blonde haired+blue eyed women arent uncommon and its not like Dante has never been into a public space before. Hes probably seen similar women to Eva many times throughout his life, but only Trish was so perfectly like Eva that he couldnt see anything else but his mother in her that first moment they met.)
But thats just physical features. It'd be too easy, too simple for Mundus to just create a look-alike to Eva. And i dont think that alone would've been enough to trick Dante either, Dante isnt an idiot no matter how dumb he acts sometimes. So, how deep into this "recreate Eva" thing did Mundus actually go?
Does Trish experience the same motherly instincts Eva had toward Dante (and Vergil)? Does she feel the need to protect them and cherish them like Eva did? Does she get urges to hold them, kiss and hug them and give them praise as Eva once did in their childhood? If so, does she ignore these feelings, pushing them down untill they're buried so deep within her mind that she's forgotten them entirely, or does she let them be and let them pass on their own, wether she acts on them or not. She's quite sassy with Dante in dmc4 and seems quite aloof in dmc5, so maybe thats how she copes with it instead - acting the total opposite to what Eva ever would.
Going even deeper into that, does Trish have any of Eva's memories? Even just vague snippets or imaginings of Eva's life, considering how well Mundus made Trish then that might not be an impossibility. If so, how much would she have the ability to recall? Could she even recall the fire, maybe? If she can, how would she feel about it. Would she grieve? Feel anger, regret, or nothing at all?
And how would she feel about all of this overall? Being a clone of Eva right down to the gritty details even Dante wouldn't know. Trish is so strongly contrasted to Eva in personality, style and tastes that i'd like to imagine she isnt that much of a fan, put simply. She's her own person, she wants to be her own person and she hates the person she represents. She hates how her existence causes pain to somebody she's wired to care so deeply for - sometimes against her will - and she hates seeing him cry or drink himself to death over that dusty old picture thats been sitting on his desk for decades, knowing that she'll only ever make it worse for him in the end, that his grief extends so far into the core of his being that nothing in existence will ever truly fix it.
She's conflicted.
She's Trish. But is she really? Or is that just who she says she is in an effort to push back and ignore the reality of her existence? Nothing more than a fake, a husk of a person who's time was cut short prematurely then taken advantage of by the very being that killed her in the first place.
She's Trish. Not Eva. She can't be Eva, and she never will be Eva. Nothing will change that. Not a dusty old picture, not an old man's delusions, not some dead demon king who breathed life into her form in the first place.
She's Trish. But who even is Trish? Her entire being has always been about Eva. She doesnt know anything else. So she overcompensates with acting sarcastic and sassy, looking hot and sexy and playing with guns and swords because those are things Eva wouldn't ever do herself. Eva. Again, it all comes back to Eva.
She's Trish. Devil hunter and the most 2000s representation of "hot blonde" one could get. Thats who she is. Or at least, that's who she's trying so desperately to be.
Trish needs more love from the developers, her character is so interesting. I have other analysis' of the other characters too if anybody would be interested in that but for now, ill leave you with my take on the iconic blonde from this wonderful series.<3
#devil may cry#dmc#dmc trish#trish devil may cry#character study#character analysis#headcanons#im planning to write a fic on this topic btw#something like trish having an identity crisis#and trying to find that identity through various means#might include some lady x trish in there as a guilty pleasure#ill reblog and link it when/if i do write it
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i love ur writing so much, i cant hold myself back from requesting <333 this is my first time requesting something !!
i dont really know how to start this but what if the bsd characters (im not picky with them so you can pick any!!) were to meet the reader that has the same personality as Sparkle in Honkai starrail? Sorry if this doesnt make sense-
if u can write this then thank u!! if i requested this at the wrong time then im sorry
a thousand faces
synopsis - when they meet someone that is engrossed in theatrics
includes - yosano, nikolai, jouno, ayatsuji
warnings - gn!reader - based off sparkle, fluff, slight crack, wc - 789
a/n: thank you!! <3 it made perfect sense dw :)
taglist - @vi-chan07
akiko yosano â
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âŞif she thought ranpo had a thing for dramatic reveals she'd be proven wrong. to her, you clearly had some sort of unhealthy love toward theatrical actions that brought you 'amusement' - so much so that it would the only thing to interest you.
⪠because she wasn't exactly the most out there and amusing person, you saw no business with her but somewhere you must of found something to amuse yourself.
âŞshe could tell you were unscrupulous. no regard for moral principles, no regard for how much you'd lie and no hesitation to play unfairly. to her that was concerning, nothing good could come from being associated with someone like you.
âŞbut you were still completely hard to read. never would she expect to understand you thoughts or actions and while that scared her slightly, it also made her more on edge around you. never knowing what you would do next.
nikolai gogol â
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âŞa master of theatrics such as himself could easily understand another maestro of theatrics. that's what drew him to you and you to him. you both lived for some kind of amusement even though your love for it stemmed deeper than his - afterall he longed for freedom more so.
âŞyou two would be the equivalent of a clown and an actor. you both had little regard for mortality and would happily play dirty if it meant achieving what you oh so desired - you both lived for the thrill of theatrics and attention.
âŞalthough he could understand your love for amusement, he still couldn't read you. he couldn't tell what you were going to do, say or think - all he could do was understand why you acted so afterwards. but really that made you all the more interesting.
âŞyou found alot of amusement in nikolai. he was exactly the kind of person that could reflect and different yet mostly familiar side to your usual antics. it was also his dedication to the art of performance that grabbed your attention.
âŞyou were both equally cunning maestro's of dangeroud theatrics, each for their own reason and goal yet you could still understand one another. afterall the art of performance could be understood by it's accompanying actors. (theatre kids fr)
saigiku jouno â
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âŞfor someone who thought on the side of justice, he was incredibly morally gray. it was that twisted side of him that would lead to him grabbing your attention as you reckoned he would aid to your 'amusement' in his own way.
âŞjouno hated the way he couldn't read you - well he couldn't see you but there was something about you that preventing him picking up anything through his senses. some actors can perfect complete control of their body and it's emotions, you were no different.
âŞhe could tell that you always looked for some way to be extravagant. to seek that amusement through any means necessary, mostly when it's outgoing and attracts the attention of anyone. a part of him wanted to respect that.
âŞhe could also tell that you were very particulate and only got attracted or engaged in things is if they promised amusement or some form of art of performance.
âŞfor a while he did find you slightly annoying but he would get used to the way you were rather outgoing and predicament.
yukito ayatsuji â
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âŞhe has met quite the range of characters after solving 50 000 cases as a detective for 20 years. all ranging from enclosed and secluded people to the extravagant outgoing ones who like to run their mouths, but he would have to admit he's never met someone like you.
âŞwhile he could compare you to certain people, they all don't have the same level of dedication you do to theatrics and amusement. because the only thing that grabbed your attention was 'amusement' you tended to ignore him for a while - he wasn't fun in your eyes.
âŞbut he found you interesting. he couldn't read you at all, couldn't understand why you acted the way you did or even what you could be thinking. the only thing he could tell about you was that you clearly had no moral principles.
âŞyou could lie and lie or even go back on your words without a minute of trepidation if it meant you received the 'amusement' you wanted. and that interested him - how far would you be willingly to go?
âŞhe could actually admire your dedication to theatrics - not so much understand but he found it admirable nonetheless.
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Helllooo, could I get a Rapunzel AU fic? In this universe Spider would be the rapunzel of the story, he gets stolen from his family, the Sullies, at a young age (he was adopted by Jake and Neytiri a couple of months after his dadâs death, although he really isn't) Quaritch would be the mother gothel of this AU, keeping Spider in a tower because his magic hair is what is helping him keep being alive. Then Loak would be like Flynn, but in this case a prince going through a rebellious phase, so he stills his older brother crown ( he doesnt really know Spider, cause he was a baby when he was kidnapped) his thief name is âTulkunâ and his partners in crime are Lyle and Z-Dog.
Quite the intersting idea I gotta say, none the less! I hope you enjoy this one!
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Our sun
The sun gives life to all, brings warmth and comfort. With its bright radiant light, it guides everyone to their path. Brings happiness and provides. A great gift humanity has ever gotten. For centuries, humanity has shown their gratitude in many ways. Praising, worshiping, believing the sun is their god.Â
A god that is powerful and strong. The Omatikaya kingdom knows that better than anyone in the world. Festivals, sigils, legends, their symbol of the kingdom, all were dedicated to their sun.Â
For centuries the kingdom has never wavered their belief in the sun. Remaining strong and true. Always grateful and never greedy. And so, the sun god who was also grateful for the people the sun provides to, believes they deserve a gift.Â
A drop of sunlight fallen from the sky has touched the Earth. Gifting the king and queen of the Omatikaya their beautiful sunshine child.Â
That is what the story says of course.Â
���He is beautifulâŚâ Jake Sully, King of the Omatikaya kingdom, gently coos at his believed son. Beside him was his queen, his love, and mother of their golden child, neytiri.Â
âHe is perfect,â Neytiri smiles as she rubs her nose gently against their sons button nose. He gives light giggles in satisfaction. Their son, their beloved child. A gift from the sun. His beautiful golden curly hair, bright blue eyes that can rival the sky. And his smile, so radiant and infectious. Their son, the kingdom's golden prince.Â
Wrapped in the finest silk with embroidery intricately designed to that of the sun. The young baby was very much snuggled in great comfort.Â
âMy lord, my lady, it is timeâ tsuâtey, their closest friend and top chief of the Omatikaya army, tells them.Â
âCome on, we dont want to keep our people waitingâ jake gently leads his wife towards the top balcony that oversees their people.Â
âYes my love, our people shall know of our sunny prince,â Neytiri says while she boops her babyâs nose.Â
âHave you chosen a name for him?â tsuâtey asks as he follows closely behind. Neytiri chuckles as she shares a look with jake.Â
âSpider, we chose to call our son, spiderâÂ
The people cheered and roared out in happiness once the royal couple had presented their son. Many were in awe at how such an adorable child could ever exist. Truly a gift blessed from their sun.Â
Many threw flower petals, confetti, horns blowing out, little children waving their flags. The crowd was booming with noise. All eyes on the prince. Including one set of icey blue eyes. Glaring at the royal family.Â
No one noticed him. All too busy celebrating. A tall menacing man with a dark cloak to hide his face. The man glared with hate. Just how dare they?Â
How dare the king and queen lie to their people? How dare they lie that their âsonâ was a gift from their light above? How dare they lie and say the boy belongs to them? Lies, all lies.Â
But Quaritch knows the truth. That baby, the child the royal couple holds is his son. His blood! His âwifeâ was a foolish woman. Giving away their child to the royals. She is at fault in this mess too! Too bad she is dead otherwise quaritch would have given her a piece of his mind. But it is not too late. Good thing he still remembers the ins and outs of the palace. After all, he used to be their top chief. The kingâs once right hand man. Now replaced by that snarky brat.Â
Quartich will have his revenge soon enough. He will have his son back one way or another.Â
Night came, and silent as an owl, quaritch entered the royal bedroom without a squeak. Quietly and effortlessly he passed by the couple who were sleeping soundly. Beside them was the cradle where HIS son was sleeping. The cradle was elegantly crafted with golden trims and plush pillows. Only a few days old and he is being spoiled rotten. Cant have that.Â
Grabbing his scissors, quaritch goes for the babyâs golden locks. His hair will be a dead give away if anyone finds him. However, just cutting a small strand, the piece of hair turned dark brown and the baby began to cry.Â
There was no time.Â
When Jake and Neytiri awoke to the cries of their child, they were too late.Â
In their eyes, a dark hooded figure stood at the balcony with their baby in his arms. Before Jake can reach him, the hooded figure jumps off and into the dark forest.Â
Neytiri cried, not believing what just happened. Jake was quick to call out the night guards. Alarms were sounded, tsuâtey was quick to gather his army to search for the thief who stole their sun.
18 years laterÂ
âGet your ass over here!â Z-dog, a professional female thief, growls at the little brat who seems to be taking his sweet ass time. Opening the top trap door that led straight down to the golden crown that was heavily guarded. Lyle, her partner in crime, was also getting impatient.Â
âJust a secâŚ.wowâŚâŚthis view is nice, very niceâŚ..guys I want my own castleâ a young boy spoke. Age 14 and already making a long list of crimes against the kingdom. This will be the biggest one yet.Â
âWhen we do this job, you can have you own castleâ lyle grits his teeth as he yanks loâak back to the missions. Tying the rope on his waist, they lower loâak down to the crown room.Â
Quickly he shoves the gold crown into the satchel until one of the guards sneezes loudly.Â
âUgh, day fever?â loâak asks.Â
âYeahâ the guard answers casually. Until he realized what just happened. Looking up, he and the other guards saw loâak being pulled back up and quickly make a run for it.Â
âWhat a great day to be aliiiiiiiiiiiiive!!â loâak shouts as he, z-dog and lyle run across the bride that connects the forest and the kingdom.Â
The three ran fast at top speed. They already knew the royal guards were on their way to hunt them down. Capital punishment awaits them. tulkun might get some leeway. He really only wanted adventure, but for sure he does not want to really suffer the consequences.Â
As they ran for it, they halted to a dead end. Hearing the soldiers nearing, acting quick was needed.Â
âGive me a boost and I will pull you both up,â Tulkun said in a hurry.Â
Z-dog and lyle looked at each other and then at him.Â
âGive us the satchel firstâ z-dog says as she reaches for it.Â
Looking quite offended, Tulkun places a hand over his chest, âI cantâŚ.after all we have been together, you guys still dont trust me?âÂ
Dead looks was all he was given.Â
âOuchâÂ
He gives the satchel to z-dog and the three were quick to holl up loâak. Purposely stepping in z-dogs face as he reaches the top.Â
âNow help us up, pretty boyâ she demands while reaching her hand up.Â
âSorry, but my hands are fullâ tulkun smirks while holding the satchel and makes a run for it.Â
âWhat the- TULKUUUUUUUUUUN!!â
That was close, way too close for tulkunâs liking. Tsuâtey was close to seeing his face. If he did then its game over. For now, he will have to lie low, no doubt his family will be worried to death about him. His parents are way too protective. They will be even more once he gets back. Not something he looks forward to.Â
For now, he found a little cave that was actually a little entryway to a tower. How long was that there?Â
Not giving much thought he was quick to climb the tower and shut the doors[?] windows. Finally being able to be at peace, he opens the satchel to see the golden crown. Sighing in relief.Â
âHello at last-âÂ
Darkness was all he saw.Â
âWho are you and how did you find me?âÂ
Miles demanded to know from the young stranger. Tied to the chair, miles made sure his long dreads were enough to make sure the invader didn't escape. Who the hell was he to just climb into someone's tower unannounced? And talking to themselves?Â
Father was right, there are crazy people out there.Â
âIs thisâŚ.all hair?â the stranger asked as he looked at his long dreads.Â
âHey! I asked you first! Answer!â miles shouts. Holding the pan tightly, he points it at the stranger. His little friend, payakan climbs on the pan, looking dead in the eyes of the stranger.Â
âIs that a blue lizardâŚ?â the stranger asks another question. Do all strangers keep on asking questions?Â
âHey! I get to ask questions here, not you! Got that?â Miles narrows his eyes trying to look as threatening as possible. The stranger rapidly shook his head agreeing.Â
Miles starts to walk around the stranger while swinging his pan.Â
âSo stranger, have you come for my hair? Cut it? Sell it?â he begins to accuse.Â
The stranger looks at him confused.Â
âWhat? No! Look, I came here to hide because a horse is on my ass! And now I have to-wait wait! My satchel! Where is my satchel!?âÂ
Crossing his arms, confidently smiling, miles responds âIâve hidden in, somewhere where you will never find itâÂ
The stranger looks to his left, âIt's hidden in that pot, isn't it?âÂ
BANG!Â
Tulkun woke up once again, this time feeling something wet in his ear. Turning he sees the weird blue lizard outstretching his long tongue in his ear. Feeling grossed out, he shouts, âSTOP THAT!!â startling the lizard.Â
âNow Iâve hidden it somewhere youâll never find itâ the weird boy says.Â
âNow back to the main question, how did you find me?â the boy asks again.Â
âLook, in all honesty, I was running through the forest ok? I have an army at my ass and a horse! Just give me the crown back and I will leave. Alright?â tulkun replies honestly.Â
The weird boy, or guy since he looks older, stares at him confusingly.Â
âWait, you don't want my hair?â he asks.Â
âWhy on earth would I want your hair? Actually, why do you even want your hair this long? Don't you have a knife or scissors in this place?âÂ
The weird guy didn't say anything. Walking away at some distance to talk to his blue lizard friend. Whispering some stuff he couldnt make out. However, using that time to try and free himself. No use, the guy tied him up pretty dang good.Â
âAlright, it seems you are saying the truth. Now to important matters, look over hereâ the guy says as he shifts his hair for the chair to move, making him land on his face.
Lifting a curtain aside, the boy reveals a beautiful painting on top of an empty chimney. It showed a dark blue sky with lanterns floating up in the sky.Â
âDo you know what these are?â the guy asks.Â
âThe lanterns? Yeah, they do that for the lost princeâ tulkun says automatically. No real emotion behind it. Holding in his indifferent feelings for that specific day. His face is starting to hurt against the floor. Trying to push himself up, he couldn't hear what the guy said. Until suddenly he was being lifted up.Â
âI have a deal I want to make,â the weird guy said.Â
Take him to see the lanterns and in return he gets the crown back. No big deal. Seems simple enough. Except for one thing.Â
âWOOOOHOOOOOOOO!!Â
âWhat have I done?âÂ
âI LOVE THS!!âÂ
âWhat if he finds out??âÂ
âI DONT CARE!!âÂ
âI am horribleâÂ
âI FEEL GREAT!!âÂ
âI'm going back, i'm a horrible sonâÂ
âI AM NEVER GOING BACK!!âÂ
Tulkun didn't think he would also be a babysitter. Damn, and he thought his sister was terrible with mood swings. This weird guy clearly is older than him yet acts just like his baby sister who is 3.Â
After what felt like centuries, the weird guy calms down but not in high spirits.Â
âIt seems you seem to be in turmoil. Look, it does seem a lot. But from the bits I heard, it seems you got a protective father, leaving without telling, talking to a stranger whom you never met and now going somewhere that you need to rely on said stranger to get there. This is pretty serious stuff you knowâÂ
The weird guy just stares at him.Â
âPart of life you know. Kinda late but it seems you are going through what I like to call âfuck the rulesâ phase. Personally I hope it's not a phase. Normal stuffâ tulkun continues to say while simultaneously shoving the blue lizard off his shoulder.Â
âReallyâŚ?â the guy asks.Â
âYup, but this might make your dad upset. Hell, break his heart and crush his soul even. But its fineâÂ
âWait, you are gaslighting me aren't youâ the weird guy was picking up on what tulkun was trying to do.Â
âI triedâ tulkun answered honestly.Â
âNo, we are going to see those lights,â the weird guy says, standing up for himself.Â
âOh yeah? What I don't want anymore?â tulkun mocks him.Â
âI will use thisâ the pan was pointing at him again.Â
âUgh, fineâÂ
âMilesâÂ
âHm?âÂ
âMy name is miles. I forgot to tell you my name earlierâ miles says.Â
âOh niceâŚ.âÂ
âWhat is your name?â miles asks.Â
â......its tulkunâÂ
Miles heard that slight hesitation. Perhaps its not his real name.Â
âCool, this is payakan. My one and only friendâÂ
Payakan stands on milesâs left shoulder, glaring at tulkun.Â
âHe really doesnt like me, does he?â tulkun eyes at the reptile.Â
âEh, he will warm up to you. Now, what was that place called again?â miles claps his hands, getting a little hungry.Â
âIt's called recom port. Best steaks and cold drinks. Hits the spot all the time. And the folks there are super friendlyâ tulkun says. Smirking inwardly. Surly that place will scare miles back to his little tower.Â
Wherever miles goes, tulkun can't help but notice how it was so easy to bring in people. The recom outcasts were super friendly towards him! And they hated tulkun! The hell?! Even worse, miles managed to have them all sing for hours non-stop. Tulkun is just so done. He wants the crown and go back home. Screw with whatever punishment his dad will give him. He can take it.Â
Even worse since miles somehow tamed that demon of a horse.Â
âAwe, such a good girl aren't youâŚ.zeze!â miles coos at the light blue horse. Reading the collar the fowl beast has.Â
Zeze was wagging her tail like some dog. Ready to comply with whatever miles tells her.Â
âYou cant be serious, that thing is capable of murder!!â tulkun tries to reason with miles.Â
âDid she kill?âÂ
âUmmâŚno but I wouldn't doubt it!
Miles rolls his eyes and continues to pet zeze.Â
âLook, we are tired from walking and zeze seems to have a lot of energy. Why not ride her the rest of the way? It's a win-win. What do you think, big girl? Want to blow off some steam?â Miles suggests to the hell beast who neighs in agreement.Â
âOh you have got to be kidding meâ tulkun rolls his eyes. He would rather walk on hot rocks than deal with her.Â
âCome on, it will be easier. Look, I can tell you both dont get along but please just until we get to the lights? Please?â miles pleads.Â
Zeze seems to side with him, offering her hoof, she and tulkun shake in agreement.Â
âWonderful! Now lets get on!â miles says happily as he climbs on zeze. Payakan sitting on zezeâs head getting a good view and tulkun sits behind miles.Â
âHave you ever rode on a horse before?â tulkun asks.Â
âNope, first time! HIYAH!âÂ
Zeze takes off, letting the winds hit their faces and excitement filling their lungs.Â
It was amazing! Miles has never seen this many people before! And they all live together in smaller yet wider towers? So cool! And the food! So delicious! More books to read, new music to listen to. It was so perfect.Â
A kind lady even gifted him a small flat with a sun design and a flower. He admires the pretty flower until he sees other people laying their flowers in front of an interesting mural.
âIt's for the lost princeâ a child says to their baby sibling.Â
Lost prince?Â
Miles takes a good look at the mural. There stood two proud looking people. A man and a woman, wearing fancy looking clothing. In the woman's arms was a baby. A child who is smiling and have lovely golden hair and blue eyes.Â
âPoor babyâŚâ miles mutters. He places his flower on the base of the mural. Whoever the baby is, hopefully he comes back to his family soon.
Night came and tulkun managed to get a small boat for them to the surrounding moat. The lanturn festival was about to begin. Tulkun look to see miles not smiling anymore.Â
âHey, you ok..? Feeling excited?â he asks.Â
âFeeling kind of terrified actuallyâŚâ miles confesses.Â
Tulkun tilts his head, âhow come?âÂ
âAll my life, for as long as I can remember I look at my window and see beautiful stars in the sky. Always wondering what they were. And here I am, about to see the truthâŚ.I'm scared to be disappointedâÂ
Tulkun, understanding his new friend, places an arm over his shoulder.Â
âNothing wrong with being disappointed. In the end, you will get to see what is more than the stars as you call themâÂ
Miles smiles a bit, âand what if they are? What then?âÂ
âThat is the fun part I guess. It opens a path for a new journeyâÂ
Neytiri straights jakeâs outcoat, making him presentable. Her eyes meet his. Sadness and sorrow are all there is. No words are needed to be said. She knows. What is supposed to be a joyous day has now become a sad tradition for all.Â
They meet their children on the balcony, all holding their own lanterns. Yet, neytiri and jake notice their third son is missing. It was just putting more salt on the wound.Â
Taking the lead, they light up their lantern and together they let it go. The royal children followed. Moments after, all of the kingdom let go of their lanterns. The darkened sky now filled with lanterns, all goes at their own pace.Â
Neytiri and jake hold each other close while holding their children. Their hopes depleting each year. The hope that one day, their first child would return home. That hopefully their son would find these lanterns and use them as a guide back to them.Â
But its been 18 years. A grown adult by now.Â
They make sure their children know of their big brother, and how he would have loved each and everyone of them. Their children never doubted that.Â
âHe will come home this time, right mamaâŚ.?â The first princess asks her mother as she stares at the lanterns. Every year she asks the same question. Every year, neytiri answers the same thing.Â
âHe mustâÂ
Miles was in awe. The lanterns were so beautiful! Each one was different yet all burned brightly.Â
âI finally know the truthâŚâ he says.Â
Tulkun hears thisâŚâŚ
âLoâakâ he speaks.Â
âHm?âÂ
âMy real name is Loâak, tulkun was just a disguise nameâŚâ loâak admits.Â
âWhy?â miles asks, curious to know.Â
âMy familyâŚ.well my parents to be precise. Are very protective. Like super protective. Cant go anywhere without someone spying on me or my siblingsâŚâ loâak says with what sounds like defeat in his voice.Â
âYou seeâŚ.I have an older brother and two younger sisters. My parents however, had a son before my big brother neteyam. Spider was his name. My parents said he was only 3 months old before a dark cloaked guy took him away. They never knew who he was or why the stranger took him. That night traumatized them for life. Dont get me wrong, it is sad. He would have been 4 or 5 years old by the time I was born. Its justâŚ.â loâak couldn't continue.Â
âSo that is why you are rebelliousâŚwanting to get out of their tight hold. Needing to breathe and just take risks for the fun of itâ miles finishes for him.Â
Loâak looks at milesâs long hair.Â
âYeahâŚbut what about you? You never told me why you lived in that tall, isolated towerâ loâak asks, wanting to change the subject.Â
âMy dadâŚ.he too is overprotective. Growing up, he tells me all of the dangerous things that happen outside of the tower. Baby stealing ghouls, men with sharp teeth, diseases, blood sucking monsters. I was terrified. But in realityâŚhe kept me there because of my hairâŚâÂ
Miles moves his dreads to the side to reveal a short dark strand of hair.Â
âMy hairâŚ.is what is keeping me alive. If cut, it affects my health. He doesn't know why, niether do I butâŚsomething like that, it has to be protectedâÂ
âSoâŚ.you never left that tower?â loâak was astounded. Miles, a grown adult at this point, has never seen what life has to offer?Â
Miles nodded.Â
âAnd you still want to go backâŚ?âÂ
Miles looked to be contemplating on that question. But before could be said, near the dock was two unpleasantly familiar people.
âThere, it will be just like it never happenedâ his dad says.Â
Miles was back at the tower. Any traces of him being outside was gone. Loâak left him and took the crown. Leaving him vulnerable to two dangerous strangers who wanted to cut his hair for higher value. If it wasn't for his dad finding him, who knows what could have happened.Â
âHey, I will make that coup you like so much, that will lift your spirits upâ his dad was exiting his room.Â
âLook son, I know it seems unfair but you have to understand. Not everything is bright and good. Terrible people who sees any trace of goodness, they will destroy it no matter whatâ with that, he goes downstairs.Â
Leaving miles alone. He stares at the paintings he has done on the ceiling. Why do they look familiar?Â
Pulling out the little flag he still kept, he compares the sun to the familiar shapes.Â
âWhat theâŚ?â why do his painting have the sun symbol?Â
Suddenly, he got a massive headache.Â
Memories of a past he didn't know he had came flooding in.Â
âWAIT WAIT DAD!! YOU DONT GET IT!!â loâak shouts as he tries to fight back his uncle figure tsuâtey. The other night he was knocked out by z-dog and lyle, tying him on a canoe with the crown. Now being punished, he was to be sent to a neighboring kingdom as a form of punishment for stealing a royal crown.
Jake, having had enough of his son's lies, false promises, and fake sympathy, didnt want to hear him anymore.
âHopefully this will teach you a lesson son. You knew how important that crown was. Stealing was the last straw "Jake says. His family beside him, none wanting loâak to go but it was necessary.
âNO!! YOU DONT GET IT!! THEY TOLD ME!! HE IS ALIVE!! DAMN IT!! IM SORRY UNCLE!!â with a quick hit with his head, loâak managed to free himself from tsuâtey. Acting fast he made a run for it.
âZEZE!!â he calls out. The majestic yet beastly horse answers his call, he climbed onto her.
Tsuâtey calls his soldiers to follow loâak, his family yelling to come back. âHE IS ALIVE!! SPIDER IS ALIVE!!â was all loâak said before zeze ran faster, heading straight to the forest. This whole time, this whole time! His big brother is alive!! He has a lot to make up for right now, loâak needs to get him out of the tower and away from the stranger miles calls âfatherâ.
There was so much blood. Miles didnt know how to heal him. He wanted to save loâak, save him, tell him of his newfound revelation! Yet his dad has him tied to chains like some feral animal.Â
âThat is enough! You are going somewhere far more hidden! Somewhere where you won't even see the sunlight!â his father says. Miles can hardly recognize him anymore. All he sees is a scary, tall man who sees miles as some golden item rather than a human being.Â
Yet miles fought back, as best as he could. Loâak is dying,he needs to do something!Â
âLet me heal him please!â miles begs. Tears ran down his face.Â
âLet me heal him, and you and I will be together. Just like we always have. Please dad, let me save himâÂ
His dad saw loâak laying still, thinking he won't last long. He ties a chain to his ankle, just incase the brat gets any ideas of following them. Miles was quick, panicking but doing his best to close the wound.Â
âMilesâŚâ loâak whispers weakly, âdontâŚI can let youâŚâ he tries his hardest to say,Â
âI cant let you dieâŚâ miles whispers, more tears falling out.Â
Loâak gets closer as if to tell miles something, however, in a surprise move, he cuts miles hair.Â
âLoâak!! What did youâŚ!!â his was was quick to turn a dark brown, his dreads also losing their golden color.Â
âNO!!! WHAT DID YOU DO?! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU HAVE DONE!?â the mad man shrieks. In a hurry he tries to collect the hair, not carrying where he is stepping. He tangles himself in the dreads, unknowingly wrapping himself. In a daze he trips.Â
Over the towerâs window.Â
Falling to his death. His screams are now silent.Â
Miles couldn't comprehend what just happened. Yet he had to focus on loâak.Â
âIm sorryâŚ.brotherâŚ.â loâaks arms went limp, his eyes closed.Â
âNo no no!! Stay with me loâak! Please!!â miles cries out loud. Now he truly is alone. No friend, no father, no one. Just himself. He lets his tears fall on loâaks wound.Â
âPlease save himâŚ!! I beg you!! Save him!!â miles didnt know to who he was calling to. To himself? To some holy being? Perhaps he was already losing his mind now that he lost his golden hair. Or perhaps, not all is lostâŚ
Bright light flooded the tower from the outside. Its light radiating warmth, reminds miles that of the lanterns. Bright yet gentle. It was like being swaddled in a blanket. The light surrounded him and loâak. His hair, although now messy, its golden color returned. The light touches loâakâs wound, sealing it, healing him.Â
Just as it has appeared, the light has dispersed. As if it never did.Â
Holding in his breathe, miles looks over at loâak, hoping to see something.Â
A cough was heard, more coughs, and a scruff.Â
âOh fuckâŚdid I hit something?â Loâak asks as he sits up.Â
Miles shouts in happiness. Hugging loâak tightly, he says his thanks to the mysterious light that saved his friend. His brother.Â
Quickly, neytiri and jake along with their children make haste to the balcony where tsuâtey said was where he was waiting.Â
They all hold hands tightly, reassuring one another that this is real, its not a dream.Â
Opening the doors, they see loâak. Beside him was someone jake and neytiri thought they would never see.Â
A young, tall man with short yet very familiar golden hair stood before them. Wide, sparkly blue eyes that can rival the sky. His familiar smile, his aura radiant of warm happiness. This is him.Â
âSpiderâŚâ neytiri whispers, getting closer to him. Touching his cheeks, his hands, his ears, hair, everything.Â
âIt is youâŚmy spider, my sonâ she confirms. A mother could never mistake her child.Â
Hugging him close, she cries out in joy. Jake followed soon after her. Holding his son after so many years. Kissing his head, hearing his heartbeat. Their son has returned.Â
âYou did find himâŚâ jake says to loâak.Â
Loâak smiles, joining in the hug, not saying much as to let his parents have this moment.Â
âCome come my children, meet your big brother! He is home!â neytiri gestures her three other children, neteyam, kiri and tuk. The three join in one massive group hug.Â
This is what miles, or now, spider, wanted. To feel truly loved. This is his family, may take some time getting used to, but spider truly felt at home with them. For they are warm and radiant, like that of the sun.Â
Aaaaaaaaaand that is it for this one! Hope you all liked it! Until next time! See ya!
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I LOVE YOUR ANALYSES SO MUCH
You could make an analysis abt how Teru acts subtly jealous of Aoi.
He said he hates how Akane acts around Aoi, he interrupted their kiss, he looked sad when they were talking at the fireworks party, and thereâs other examples that I donât remember aswell of him seeming salty about things that could signal jealousy.
THANK YOU SM AHHH <3 i look up to u omg this is an honor
terukane mini analysis đ¤ this time, centered on teruâs jealousy of aoi
Item A: teru disliking the way akane is around aoi
iâm seeing a reoccurring pattern of teru showing a disliking for akanes crush on aoi.
Now this is really interesting, because why tf would he dislike how he likes her?? Outside of a shippers perspective its pretty confusing right? Maybe because we have to look at it through a shippers perspective. what other logical explanation is there for why he dislikes it other than âwishing downfall on their relationship because he hates fun and loveâ than him quite possibly liking one of them? And by one of them, i mean akane.
he not only knows akane more, but seems to be quite comfortable with him. Akane being teruâs only actual friend, if he can even call him that. Weâve seen panels of teru pictured with other kids in frame, yet alone himself
Showing heâs never really had friends. Yes heâs had people he talks to, but no actual friend friends. But then, akane came along. heâs the only thing aside from school/exorcism he has going on, leading to him constantly being on his mind, so much so to the point of him literally talking ab him to his siblings when it seems clear no one asked and heâs talking from his mind
Back to teruâs crush, teru doesnt even know aoi. I mean he knows her, but doesnt know know her. On the other hand, he knows and likes akane alot so teru liking akane would make more sense than him liking aoi.
Item B: teru disliking when aoi + akane are together w/o him
he was eavesdropping in on their âmomentâ here, but as soon as akane was ab to kiss aoi thats kinda where teru drew the line and interrupted.
Playing it off as him simply running into them.
later after saving aoi, when akane and her were back together again, teru was moping ab it being seemingly jealous.
he was SO jealous that just seeing them hold hands like that gave him the motivation to get up and walk down there (motivation he hasnât had for at least a few days)
Him also asking aoi if she wanted to hangout at the festival with him (presumably because he didnt want her and akane to hangout together, but she ended up rejecting the both of them)
we dont have many one on one teru and aoi interactions so i didnt have much to go off of. Pls excuse me if any of this is poorly written, or if i Interpreted anything wrong đ
sorry this took a bit it took me awhile to think of what to write cus usually i KNOW what im getting myself into but for them its so spread out and confusing
anyway terukane real :33
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Heyyy!!! Love ur posts and am glad to see you back on writing!!! <3
Anyways, may I request the omori MAIN CAST and their ways of showing you affection/main one of their 5 love languages?
Love ya! <3
MAIN CAST AND THEIR LOVE LANGUAGES
itâs nice to be back! after replaying omori more than usual, i made up my answers through my personal analysis and headcanons, so i hope you enjoy!
SUNNY â QUALITY TIME
shown throughout the game, SUNNY is someone who doesnât like to be alone. his good memory allows him to remember the good times he has with his friends and cherish them dear into his mind.
even in silence doing absolutely nothing, SUNNY would still cherish the time with you because thatâs how much he enjoys being with you. he likes the quiet anyway.
he doesnât enjoy being alone, so heâs down with anything you wanna do⌠even if itâs something he might not enjoy. heâll try to get through it and suck it up, he likes spending time with you either way.
AUBREY â QUALITY TIME
another person who likes quality time, but she could also be words of affirmation. AUBREY has shown that she hates being alone and enjoys hanging out with the people closest to her, such as the original main cast and the HOOLIGANS.
she likes planning upcoming dates, which she calls 'hang-outs' (sheâs a little embarrassed to call them dates, but will never admit it) so you and her can go out together. she also likes going over to your house to spend time with you there.
as much as she doesnât admit it a lot, she hates feeling alone. as long as sheâs with people she cares about, like you, she doesnât feel lonely and it makes her happy to make new memories with them and you.
KEL â PHYSICAL AFFECTION
KEL just screams physical affection. giving a simple high-five is enough for him to feel pumped up and happy. heâs like the type of guy to have his arm around your shoulder, like heâs gotta be latched onto you somehow.
if youâre comfortable with it, heâll try to lessen his touch, but he canât promise it when itâs basically how he shows affection towards those he cares about deeply in his heart.
words of affirmation can also be his thing as well! he likes cheering you on with words that help him out whenever heâs sad. heâs like your personal and number one cheerleader as well!
BASIL â GIFT GIVING
while this one was a little tough, but i think it works well sort of? BASIL could also be words of affirmation or acts of service too, either way he enjoys receiving any kind of affection thrown at him.
he likes both receiving gifts and giving them! he might get flustered, but he will forever be grateful for any gifts. and he will, of course, think carefully on what to give you.
heâs definitely assigned you a flower, no questions asked. that itself is like his whole love language, a flower that will always remind him of the people he loves and cherishes, including you!
HERO â ACTS OF SERVICE
HERO is quite literally the king of acts of services. he could also be words of affirmation too, he likes to offer advice and help cheer you up with cheesy, romantic words to make you laugh. but of course, he also means those words too!
you got some chores around the house? he could help finish them for you! are you hungry? heâs already cooking up something tasty! are you sick? heâs already got you resting in your bed and on his way with some warm soup for you to eat!
he also doesnât mind if you wanna do some acts of services for him, he appreciates it more than you know. he doesnt wanna admit it, but he does need the help sometimes, especially with how stressful college seems to be for him. but hey, at least heâs got you!
MARI â WORDS OF AFFIRMATION
MARI is basically the queen of words of affirmation. her words can hype up and make anyone feel better in just a few seconds! she also enjoys quality time with you, picnic dates or just simply spending time with her makes her very, very happy.
right next to KEL, sheâs like your personal cheerleader. her encouraging words can always give you the motivation and strength you need! there are some days where her words might not be enough but thatâs okay, even she has those kind of days..!
now onto receiving. she loves to receive physical affection, if youâre okay with it. if not, thatâs totally fine, itâs not a need anyway. she does enjoy holding hands with you so hopefully youâre okay with that. if you arenât then.. thatâs okay too!
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