#As unlikely as that will be…I still hold out hope!

[yuurei20]

Translation from Twisted Wonderland the 2nd novel: Overblot Aftermath

"'I see… understood.'

It is difficult to gauge the masked headmage’s expression, but it is Leona whose thoughts are somehow even more unreadable. There is neither anger nor regret. It is as though he had been possessed by a spirit, and it has since been exorcised.

‘Therefore, Savanaclaw Dorm’s participation in the tournament is hereby forfeit, and you will be considered disqualified. Additional consequences are to be decided after all victims’ statements and requests have been taken into account. Is that clear?'

Riddle and Jack watch, in silence, as Leona nods his agreement. Even Ruggie bites his lip in resignation.

The atmosphere is heavy, despite how the string of so many incidents has now come to a close. For all that he despises conflict and for all that it has finally been resolved, Yuuya takes no pleasure in the moment.

So much harm has been done. The injured people, the uproar of the procession, Leona’s overblot—he cannot help but wonder if it all could have been prevented. He and Grim were the first ones to hear about the situation from the headmage. Perhaps there was more they could have done.

Out of everything, the thing that concerns Yuuya the most is Jack. While it did turn into a confrontation with his own dorm, for more than a few reasons he seemed to have been looking forward to the spelldrive tournament more than anyone.

Yuuya remembers how Jack’s eyes had sparkled while he described Leona’s prowess on the field. The tournament will proceed properly, just as he had hoped. But Yuuya feels terrible that Jack himself is not to be a part of it, despite all his anguish and hard work.

Yuuya glances to his side to see Jack wearing a stern expression. It is unlikely that he would be open to receiving sympathy. Knowing this, Yuuya cannot bring himself to speak.

‘Now then, let us head to the infirmary.’

While the headmage attempts to aid him, Leona shakes him off. Several times he fails to rise to his feet, bracing himself with both hands upon the ground—it is an unbearable sight.

Unable to watch any longer Jack opens his mouth, but before he manages to speak there is a different voice, from far away.

‘Everybody hold up!’

‘Hm? Ain’t that Cater?’ Grim squints into the clear blue sky.

Cater is on a broom, and headed straight for them. Behind him there are others coming into sight as well, with Trey in the lead. The shadowy figures grow larger as they approach.

And it seems that Trey has yet to fully recover from his injury: he takes Cater’s hand and gingerly dismounts from his broom, wincing slightly. His ankle must still be paining him."

[starkeyszn]

SORRY FOR PARTY ROCKING ! . . .

pairing: neighbour!fem reader x kook king!rafe cameron

notes: reader will be given a name ( bonnie )

based / inspired on the song ‘sorry for party rocking’

bonnie groaned, hearing the loud music booming through the walls from next door. the usual occurrence. rafe cameron. the kook king. every friday he would pull a party, and the whole of the island would turn up. bonnie coincidentally lived next door, and had to listen to these friday parties all the time.

she adjusted the headphones she had resting on her head, trying to block out the noises of snobby teenagers, and music. bonnie was trying to watch her favourite series, gilmore girls.

the music continued to boom through the walls, it felt like it was getting louder, and that her house was about to fall down due to the amount of bass.

she huffed, before throwing on a white jumper that hung loosely off her shoulders, and matched the little white set that she had on.

bonnie stomped down the stairs, grabbing her keys from the counter, and unlocking her door. she crossed her arms as she stepped outside, to try make herself somewhat warmer from the night cold. what a dumb decision, wearing little shorts that exposed her legs to the cold.

she made her way to the cameron house hold, getting looks from some teenagers as she shoved her way into the house, trying to find the culprit of all of this. when she saw the familiar hair, she instantly made her way over, her arms still folded.

bonnie ignored the looks she received, she was clearly new to his parties, unlike all the usual go-ers.

“rafe!” she called over the crowd.

he whipped his head over, his eyes coming in contact with bonnie, shamelessly trailing down her body, taking in her outfit. “damn city girl, did my charm finally convince you to come?”

bonnie scoffed, shaking her head, “i only came to ask you if you could lower it down a little, my head is pounding!”

“loosen up a little bon! it’s a friday night, meaning party to celebrate the end of the week.” the corner of his lip turned into a smirk, stepping closer to her.

“whatever, it’s too loud! lower it down or i’m calling the cops!” bonnie threatened.

rafe rose his eyebrow, “will you now?”

“i mean it rafe!”

“fine, only because you asked so nicely.” the smirk never left his face, as she watched him walk over to the speaker, lowing the music down.

“that good enough for you, princess?” rafe asked.

“good enough.” bonnie turned on her heel, before looking back to rafe, seeing a clearly drunk blonde girl make her way up to him, she gave him a wink, before walking away.

rafe folded his arms his tongue poking to his cheek,as he kept his eyes on her, still trailing down her body as she walked away.

he hummed, snapping his eyes away as she was fully out of view. “move.” he pushed the drunk blonde girl off him.

lex’s notes: thank you so so so much for all the love on my last one shot, i’m glad you all enjoyed it, so here’s a new one hope you enjoy this one just as much <3 the idea randomly popped in my head listening to this song on repeat 😭

[dexastres]

sweet melody, part two

jude bellingham x black reader

summary : elena wants revenge on her ex-boyfriend, who cheated on her, and jude will help her.

wc : 1165

part one

Jude couldn’t shake off the strange feeling that overcame him ever since he laid eyes on Elena. His inner voice yelled at him to stand up and go find her in the bathroom, but his body refused to listen. So, he stayed at the bar, lost in his thoughts, wondering if she was fine and if she needed a shoulder to cry on. The young man closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The music faded gradually, along with Enrique’s voice. For a moment, Jude felt like he was in his own world, an island in the middle of the ocean, with nothing but Elena filling his thoughts. 

He couldn’t put it into words what he was feeling right now. It was unlike anything he ever felt before. Jude couldn’t explain why she attracted him so much, but he sensed a certain connection with her, a bond only they could understand. His heartbeat intensified every time he thought about the moment their eyes met. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips. Enrique noticed and couldn’t hold back his laughter.

The Englishman looked towards the bathroom door, hoping to see the young woman. He didn’t know how long it had been since she locked herself in there, but it felt like an eternity. Once again, the little voice in his head shouted at him to get up, but before he could, the door opened, revealing the person who made his heart beat. Elena walked into the club with a newfound energy, fuelled by a burning desire for revenge. A radiant smile lit up her face, and her confidence grew with every passing second. She attracted everyone’s attention, as if she was the star of the nightclub. Jude couldn’t take his eyes off her, and his heart skipped a beat when she stopped in front of him.

“Is this seat taken?” Elena asked, her voice sounded like music to Jude’s ears. He found her slight accent very cute, though it could go unnoticed unless you paid close attention.

“No. You can take it.” She nodded in response and sat next to the footballer. She felt the warmth Jude radiated, which surprisingly brought her some comfort. Normally, she’d go out of her way to avoid talking to strangers, but this time, it was different.

“Hey, what can I serve you, young lady?" Enrique’s sudden appearance startled Elena, who shyly turned towards the bartender.

"I’ll just have water, thank you." The middle-aged man nodded while writing her order, along with the others on his list. Jude noticed the subtle change in Elena’s attitude, and how she tried to keep the conversation short with the bartender.

"Can I have more water, please?” Jude said, holding out his glass towards the bartender. 

“I should start charging you for refills, Jude. This is your third time. Are you trying to put me out of business?” Enrique teased, raising an eyebrow, and the Englishman responded by rolling his eyes. Elena watched them arguing like cats and dogs over the most insignificant thing. While the two men bickered, she pulled her phone out of her tiny bag. Notifications from the group chat she had with her friends flooded her screen. The young woman looked around her, searching for a familiar face, but found none.

“Looking for someone?” Jude asked, and she nodded.

“I’m looking for my best friend, Sierra. The girls are blowing up our group chat, asking where she is. I checked her location, and it says she’s still here, but she’s probably somewhere with a guy." She shrugged.

"This happens every time we go out. She disappears, then suddenly reappears and tells us all the crazy details. But I get it, though. She’s the most beautiful, hilarious and intelligent person I know. You never get bored when she’s around. So yeah, I can’t blame any guy for falling for her." 

Elena’s eyes sparkled as she spoke about her best friend, a sign of the deep affection she felt for Sierra. Their friendship meant the world to her, and she couldn’t imagine what she’d do if it suddenly ended.

“Well, I should probably go because the girls are blowing up my phone again. It was nice to talk with you, Jude.” Elena got up from her seat and grabbed her glass of water.

"Wait..." Before Jude could even ask for her name, she had already disappeared into the crowd. “What an idiot.” He muttered under his breath.

"Why didn’t I ask for her name?” He sighed, placed his glass of water on the counter, then stood up. His feet moved before his mind could react. Moments later, he was near the dance floor, where Elena had just stopped. From where he stood, he saw her body trembling slightly. Confused, he moved closer to her, only to see her tearful face.

“What the fuck?” Elena said. She couldn’t look away from the scene unfolding before her, and felt her heart break, as if a blade had pierced her chest. For a second, everything around her disappeared, except for Alejandro and Sierra, who were kissing on the dance floor.

“How could you?” Her voice barely rose above a whisper, drowned by the music, but it was loud enough for Jude to hear.

“What have I done to deserve this?” The young woman couldn’t believe her best friend would stoop so low. However, she wasn’t surprised by Alejandro. After all, he had cheated on her and didn’t even try to deny it when Elena confronted him.

“My best friend and my ex…” Elena stopped mid-sentence when a soft, unexpected warmth seized her wrist. She looked up to see Jude gazing at her with a softened expression. He wiped away her tears, and without thinking, Elena buried her face in his chest and let them flow. Normally, she would have run away, but she felt oddly comfortable in his presence.

“Come with me,” he whispered in her ear. She nodded, too tired to fight back, and followed him towards the exit door while staring at the floor.

“Oh, Elena....” Sierra murmured as she watched her best friend leave the club with Jude. A knot formed in her stomach, and her pulse quickened when she locked eyes with Alejandro. She forced a slight smile to hide her sadness, knowing that this moment would mean nothing to him tomorrow.

Sierra stared at the exit door, her eyes filled with tears. She bit her lips, her heart heavy, as she reflected on all the moments they shared. However, a shadow hung over each of them, reflecting the jealousy she always felt towards her best friend.

“Did I ever tell you that I'm not doing well? You see, jealousy is incurable and I'm sick of you.” Elena’s presence served as a brutal reminder to Sierra that she would always finish second, that she would always remain the second choice, her understudy, and that she’d never step out of her shadow.

"I've always hated you."

[rottenpumpkin13]

i just about fell asleep when the gremlins in my brain space piped up with "what if cloud moved to banora as a smol child?", so there's that if you ever feel like you need some probably cute child AGC feels to think on.

Ok! Suppose that after Mr. Strife died, Claudia found her fresh start in the sun-drenched valleys of Banora, where apple orchards stretch endlessly down the horizon, toward crystalline waters and white-sand beaches.

It was a jarring jump from Nibelheim's harsh climate, but the orchards needed workers, the pay was better, and most importantly, it was a chance for her son to grow up somewhere warm and welcoming.

Cloud was barely five, all spiky blonde hair, wide blue eyes and an indomitable spirit that, for once, no one suggested taming.

The man who owned the most prosperous orchard in the village had a son several years his senior, but the age difference didn't stop their friendship. Angeal was the one who introduced them, but what began as Gillian's order to show the new neighbor's son around the village turned into Cloud finding his first real friends.

Cloud's and Genesis' bright spirits matched—bookish Genesis, with his mind brimming with ideas and aspirations, and Cloud, with a fire inside him, kept alight by the need to prove himself.

Angeal was the one who taught him to climb trees, fly a kite built from scratch, and hold his breath underwater for a full three minutes down at the creek.

Genesis would teach Cloud new words between bites of sticky dumbapple, while Angeal spoke of dreams and honor while he showed Cloud how to tend to saplings.

Their days were filled with wooden sword fights, Genesis directing elaborate plays with Cloud and Angeal as his unwitting actors, and sitting around the fancy radio in Genesis' room while the stations spoke of the legendary Sephiroth and his conquests.

The boys shared a common dream in joining SOLDIER, though Genesis and Angeal were closer to achieving it. Cloud would listen, enraptured, as they spoke of Midgar, Sephiroth and the glory of becoming heroes.

Cloud was nine when Genesis and Angeal left for SOLDIER. The orchard seemed emptier, though their letters came regularly, full of complaints, updates, and most importantly, as it came to be, tales about their new friend Sephiroth. It only inspired Cloud to train harder, determined to join them, to not get left behind.

Cloud finally arrived in Midgar in his early teens. The reunion was everything he'd hoped for, though he never expected Genesis to grow into his long limbs, or Angeal to grow enough for all three of them.

In this timeline, Cloud and Zack met through Angeal, eager to to introduce his childhood friend to his student who was so close in age. They became fast friends, inevitably, made inseparable only through rank as Cloud still had not yet made SOLDIER.

It was an annoying setback; mako tolerance, his poor self-esteem, the need to prove himself worthy of achieving something so close yet so out of reach.

And then there was Sephiroth. Cloud's nerves were soothed during their first meeting, but only because Sephiroth was visibly nervous to meet him too. How could he not? Genesis and Angeal, his first real friends, spoke so fondly of their third piece that it was hard not to feel tense. But they got along well.

Cloud thought Sephiroth was kind—humble, even. Nothing like the intimidating figure on the recruitment posters, and so far removed from his imposing demeanor that Cloud did a double take the first time, in Angeal's kitchen, when Genesis told a joke, and they witnessed milk shooting from Sephiroth's nose.

The five of them formed an unlikely group.

It was a shame that paradise never lasted.

Genesis' degradation began slowly; first the injury, then the bandages, the fatigue, then pain, then rage.

The brilliant red of his coat began to match the fire in his eyes, the ugly splotches, and angry bruises on his skin. Even Angeal's wisdom couldn't reach Genesis as he spiraled, nor could Sephiroth's pleading, or Zack's insistence that he was going to be okay.

And yet, Cloud couldn't understand why Genesis didn't let him come along the night he left for Wutai. So many other SOLDIERs were going, infantry too; Cloud didn't believe it was a matter of rank or pride. He knew Genesis was plotting something—he just didn't know exactly what it was until the first copy was found, and the war began.

The news reached Midgar like a thunderclap—numb, deafening, sharp as it struck Cloud. Banora was burning. Genesis, in his madness, had returned home with an army of copies. The village was destroyed, its orchards reduced to ash. Among the casualties was Claudia, who'd tried to reason with the boy who'd once treated her son with so much kindness.

Cloud let the anger and resentment consume him, fueled by Angeal's recent desertion, and the way Sephiroth seemed to collapse inward, shutting them out more and more. He refused missions, skipped meals, and became a shadow of himself, lost in his own grief and turmoil as the war raged on around them.

Zack became Cloud's anchor through it all, always there with endless determination and hope. Cloud was also the natural choice for the first mission to Banora after the village massacre. They needed someone familiar with the terrain, someone close to Genesis and Angeal, after all.

It was this connection that eventually brought Cloud back to Banora alongside Zack and Tseng, searching for a way to end a crisis none of them—neither Genesis, Angeal, nor Sephiroth—knew would conclude with only Cloud left standing.

[kumezyzo]

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Images began spreading unlike anything the media had ever really expected. They were all of you and Luigi. Well, really, how could anyone be angry about it? You were both beautiful. Something about the way you looked together was… unlike anyone had seen before

Although, the reason why these pictures were circulating so freely now was… not as wonderful. Luigi had finally been arrested.

There were reporters waiting outside your home now, hoping to catch a glimpse of you, a statement even. They were shameless, really. And the public wasn’t any better, really. Or more so… your coworkers.

You called off of work, even though you weren’t sure if your bank account would appreciate the act of self-preservation. The news had caught wind of your chat with the detectives.

People began to see you as a saint. Others saw you as a liar, even more believed you to be pitiful. You sounded small, desperate even. But they knew for a fact that someone who managed to get a ring from Luigi Mangione would protect him to the ends of the earth.

Regardless of what others believed for you, it was as if your life had truly, finally, fallen apart. You cried upon hearing the news. You didn’t cry because you hadn’t wanted him to get caught. No, you cried because you knew that regardless of the outcome of the court trial, your lives wouldn’t be the same.

That was clear to you because a clip of yours surfaced. It wasn’t yours so to speak, it was one that his sister filmed and you posted to your social medias. The day he proposed.

“Lu, where are we going!” You shouted, giggles falling from your lips as he pulled you ahead of his family. It seemed like he had a sudden surge of energy, grabbing you by your hand as you guys arrived at the park. It was the park he asked your out. It was his sisters idea to take a walk after family dinner.

He suddenly stopped, sending you crashing into him. He laughed as he held you up, steadying your footing. Despite your confusion, you couldn’t help but smile with him. He pressed his lips tenderly against yours. You smiled, hiding your face from his family, who was slowly catching up to you.

“What are you-” You began asking, watching him slowly get down on one knee. You swore you could feel your heart skip too many beats to be medically normal. “Oh, my god.”

Your hands shot up to your mouth as he smiled, opening up the small black box in his hand. Your heart was now beginning to beat out of your chest. Tears began filling your eyes, his only mirroring yours as he opened his mouth to speak.

He spoke your name like it was meant to be said by his lips only, “You are the love of my life. I couldn’t imagine spending the last four years with anyone else. I mean, you’ve been with me through so much and never once complained,” His voice and hands shook as he spoke. Even when he seemed so unsure of his words, his eyes told you everything. He already knew your answer. “I know you’re too good for me, but I can’t possibly imagine spending the rest of my life with anyone else. So… will you marry me?”

You let out a sob, unable to muster up any words. You could only nod, letting him shakily slip the ring onto your finger. His family began cheering at the sight. He smiled as a tear fell past his cheek. He stood up, engulfing you in a hug. The sheer strength in his hold told you that he more than loved you. It felt like you could live in eachothers skin. He spun you around, happiness and excitement gushing from both of you. 

You let out a watery giggle, “I love you.”

“I love you more,” He said, holding your face in hands before kissing you deeply. You both melted into the kiss, salty tears mingling between your lips.

You still remember that day like yesterday. Watching it from another perspective was just as emotional. Or maybe it was because that time felt like another lifetime. Or maybe because it was being used in edits with the song "Young and Beautiful" by Lana Del Rey.

I've had this in my drafts for a while. but it felt appropriate to continue it now for some reason. 🤷🏽‍♀️ -nony

[saeslove]

🕸️ 017 . threads of comfort

synopsis after encountering spider-man from a late-night walk, only to you share a conversation about love, self-worth, and moving on, with Spider-Man encouraging her to stop waiting for someone who doesn’t show up. wc 211

devastated by the fact that michael kaiser had ghosted you after the day you hanged out at your house, you tried to be understanding. after all, he was going through a lot, but you couldn’t help hoping he’d turn to you for comfort. walking along the sandy beach, the chilly wind whipping through your hair, you couldn’t shake the loneliness. it was late, and you decided it was time to head home.

as you walked towards the bus stop, you were suddenly confronted by two imposing men, their builds intimidating enough to make you feel small and powerless. your heart raced as you realised you were completely alone on the beach. was this it? were you about to be robbed?

fear gripped you, and you cursed yourself for not heeding your friend’s advice to head home earlier. the men finally noticed you, and with a menacing step in your direction, panic set in. you turned and ran as fast as you could, only to trip over your own shoelaces. the men caught up to you quickly, and before you could react, you felt a firm hand cover your eyes. you heard thuds in the distance, the unmistakable sound of punches landing.

as he removed his hands from your eyes, you blinked, still in a daze. the air around you felt charged, and your heart was still pounding in your chest. the man in the red and blue suit was standing just a few feet away, hands raised in a non-threatening

“hey, are you okay? don’t worry, i’m not here to hurt you," he said, his voice surprisingly gentle, though there was a slight hint of nervousness in it.

you stared at him in disbelief. "spider-man? you saved me? thank you, i didn’t know what would’ve happened to me if you weren’t there. i was so terrified.” you started crying.

he panicked slightly. "hey, hey, don’t cry, okay? they can’t hurt you anymore, see? what’s a beautiful lady like you doing out here anyway? it’s not safe."

"guess you scared them off for me," you replied, still catching your breath. "i was just getting some fresh air."

his eyes brightened, as if a thought had just clicked. "say, are you afraid of heights?"

you shook your head, still trying to collect yourself, the adrenaline still pulsing through your veins. "no, not really."

"good, but you better hold on tight."

before you could process his words, spider-man gently scooped you up in his arms, surprising you with his strength. "wha—" you gasped, your hands instinctively gripping onto his suit.

"don’t worry, i’ve got you," he reassured you as he leapt, using the webbing to swing you both into the air.

you let out a small yelp of shock as you soared high above the streets, the wind rushing past your face. the world below you suddenly seemed so small.

"spider-man what are you—" you started, but he was already weaving through the buildings, moving with a fluid, graceful motion that made it look effortless.

"you said you needed fresh air, right?" he said with a grin in his voice.

this was unlike anything you’d ever experienced. and despite the shock, a part of you felt exhilarated, your heart racing in a way that had nothing to do with fear.

you glanced at him, trying to make sense of it all. "this is insane."

he chuckled. "you think? you should see it from my point of view." he tilted his head slightly, looking down at you. "better now?"

the view of the city lights twinkling beneath you, the sound of your breath mingling with the rush of the wind, it felt surreal. you nodded, still in awe, though part of you couldn’t help but feel something else stir deep inside you.

maybe it was the danger, or maybe it was the way spider-man had seemed so effortlessly cool and composed, but you realized, for some reason, this was one night you’d never forget.

"yeah," you finally managed, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips. "this is better."

he finally came to a stop at the tokyo bridge, gently setting you down. as you took in the view, you felt his hand subtly rest on your waist.

"i’ve got you," he said softly, his voice steady. "so, how’s the fresh air?"

you sighed, looking out at the scene before you. "it’s complicated. the guy i thought i liked, he ghosted me. i get it, though, but i just wanted to be there for him, you know? i guess i just wanted him to lean on me for a change.”

"well, i think you’re right to want him to lean on you. but you deserve someone who won’t make you wait around. you’ve got a lot to offer. trust me, anyone who doesn't see that is missing out."

“it’s just hard, you know? i really want to be there for him.” you then look at him, a bit more open than before, asking, "how do you stay so sure of yourself? it’s like you never doubt anything."

he chuckles softly, a confident grin spreading across his mask. "i don't have time to doubt, honestly. life moves fast, and if you're not sure of yourself, you're just holding yourself back. i learned a long time ago that you have to keep pushing”

he steps a little closer, his voice lowering slightly as he adds “so, tell me more about this guy of yours. what makes him so special that you’re willing to wait around?”

you hesitate for a moment, “he's complicated. he's not perfect, but i thought maybe we could figure it out together. but i don't know anymore. it feels like i’m always the one trying, and he’s not showing up the way i need him to."

your words hang in the air, a little uncertain but opening up to spider-man in a way you hadn’t expected.

he leans casually against the railing, “you know,” he says after a moment, his voice calm but firm, “it’s not your job to wait around for someone to figure out how they feel about you. especially if they keep leaving you in the dark. you deserve more than that.”

the words hit harder than you’d like to admit.

“why do you even care?” you ask

he shrugs, a playful lilt returning to his tone. “it’s kind of my job. saving people, listening to them when they need it. besides, you’ve got this way of looking out for everyone but yourself. someone should return the favour.”

“thanks,” you say with a steady voice.

“anytime,” he replies, stepping back and shooting you a crooked grin through his mask. “now, how about i swing you home? unless you feel like talking to more shady guys on the beach.”

you laugh, shaking your head. “i think i’ve had enough excitement for one night.”

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[colorfulwastelandvoid]

Richter vs Maria

What we do with grief

I find it interesting about the similarities in Maria’s familial storyline in comparison to Richter’s. The beginning of Richter’s story and character arc starts with Julia dying whereas Terra’s “death” begins seemingly toward the ends of Maria’s story (depends on how many seasons the show gets).

Richter clearly traumatized chooses to fall in to what he believes a Belmont is and how they are supposed to be. He compartmentalizes thinking that it all must be for a reason. He literally says that to Annette. His mother’s sacrifice must have been for a higher calling. Richter relies on humor and action to safeguard his own emotions. It is quite interesting that he is not closed off to people. He loves Terra and Maria. He opens himself to Annette and Edoaurd. He never let his grief truly consume him. He can still recognize and appreciate the love he finds himself in and hold it dear. We actually see what happens when he has to confront Olrox in season 1. He runs! He doesn’t stop until he can’t and breaks down and cries. He is consumed by fear and loss that his body moves on his own. We contrast that by the end of season 2 he is calm and sure. I’m sure that there is still hatred on Richter’s part but I think that they both have moved on from that. I think it’s Richter’s acceptance of who he is over the series leads to this moment but it not just that. It’s the love and admiration he has of Annette. It’s the budding friendship him and Alucard. It’s the ties he has found in Juste (his grandfather). Like Annette says she is surrounded by love, protected by it. Same is said for Richter. Now what does this has to do with Julia? It’s simple Julia is the archetype of what a good Belmont is to Richter, he says as much himself. He models himself after her.

How does this differ from Maria? When Terra gets turned into a vampire, we see a dramatic shift in Maria. The once passionate revolutionist is now angry and closed off. She is standoffish to those close to her. She’s lashes out at Richter, Juste, and Mizrak. Unlike the ghost of Julia haunting Richter(metaphorically), Terra is around talking to, her coaxing her. She’s here yet so far away. It’s like she’s toying with her heart and mind, not on purpose. With Terra’s constant interference and the ongoing revolution Maria snaps. She has a show down with the Abbot. She is fueled with hate and hurt. She burns the Abbot alive. Afterward it’s like she’s filled with this emptiness. She is now throwing herself into the war. Juste realizes this and says that they should leave that to other people but Maria is not hearing any of that. He is able to get Maria to fix her magic, making her remember what was the source of her magic. While she does find her source again the season 2 finale it’s clear that there is still a great deal of hatred and darkness in her.

Summary

What do we do with grief or what does grief do with us? In Richter case his grief manifests into fear. He, at first, runs and cannot contend with the confrontation with his mother’s killer. He also leans into the bonds he forms. He finds strength in them. Richter never closes himself off. It is those bonds that gives him the courage and peace to confront Olrox at the end. Whereas Maria closes herself off and lashes out. I equate this to the fact Terra isn’t technically dead. She’s the figure in the shadow, a bump in the night constantly around. Maria knows Terra is out there somewhere and she hasn’t gotten the chance to truly grieve. Julia is dead and Richter got the chance to mourn and find peace. I wonder how this dynamic between Maria and Terra will play out in season 3 (praying). Will they go the Alucard and Dracula route or find their own path?

Ps sorry for such a long post, I got to start breaking up these things but I get lazy😭. Someone asked for this, so I hope they liked it.

[pumpkinbirth]

For build a birth, if you still do them

🤰🏽2️⃣✈️🛑✋️👖 🧠

Maybe she's an air hostess who is trying to hide her birth in every way possible but struggling.

Naomi couldn't handle going another round with the drink cart.

Honestly, she should have sat this flight out entirely, considering how close she was to her due date. But this one was supposed to be short, only a few hours, and she was certain that she would be able to handle it no problem. That was until they were fully ascended, which was when the cramping started in earnest. She had brushed it off, having experienced similar false pains before, but as time went on and they became a little too consistent, Naomi realized too late that she may have made a big mistake.

Still, she managed to put on a pleasantly professional facade, and went about her stewardess duties as efficiently as she could.

---

"…ould I?"

"…hm?" Naomi looked up, not realizing that one of her coworkers had asked her a question. She'd been focusing on making through yet another contraction, trying not to think too much about how they were only minutes apart now.

"I said, are you good to take the drink cart around one more time, or should I?" the other stewardess replied, concern slightly etching her face.

"Oh, um…would you? I just need a quick bathroom break," she replied, managing a small smile. She watched her coworker nod and leave her be, and she breathed a quiet sigh of relief as she made a beeline for the bathroom. Everything was still fine, she told herself, she just needed a moment entirely to herself.

As if on cue, as soon as she shut the door behind her she felt the telltale throb of yet another contraction. The previous one had only been less than two minutes ago, and her heart raced as she breathed through this one. The pressure was becoming so intense, nigh unbearable, and she hurriedly muffled her whimpering into the crook of her arm. Just when she thought she had managed to make it through the worst of it, she felt a sudden shifting from inside of her, followed by a slick gush of fluid running down her thighs.

Cursing silently to herself, she managed to clean up the pool of fluid that had formed beneath her, and dried herself off as best she could with a fistful of paper towels. Luckily the tights of her uniform were black, so it was unlikely that anyone would notice.

Hopefully.

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Naomi swallowed thickly, hoping that nobody could see the beads of sweat forming at her temples. It had felt like they had been up there for days, but in reality it had only been a little over two hours. If all went smoothly, they would be landing in less than an hour, but she was beginning to suspect she wouldn't be able to hold out for that long.

She'd been fighting the intense urge to push for the past hour, and every time her belly tensed with a fresh contraction, she felt herself losing the fight more and more. Luckily her coworkers didn't think much of her multiple bathroom breaks, figuring that it was simply a matter of her baby pressing on her bladder.

But as Naomi shut herself into the bathroom for the fifth time, she had to cover her mouth with both hands in order to fight back the groan bubbling up in her throat. The pressure was unbearable, it felt as though her baby was constantly moving and shifting even without her giving into the urge to push. Speaking of which, she had a thought, born entirely of desperation. Maybe if she gave in and pushed, just a little, she would feel better.

Before she could really think it through, her body was already acting on pure instinct for her, and she breathed shakily through her nose as she finally let herself push. Immediately she regretted it, because as soon as she did she could feel her entrance bulging and opening, alerting her to just how close she was to giving birth.

"No, nonono," she whispered urgently, one of her hands flying down under her skirt and between her legs. The head of her baby had begun to bulge outward into her tights, and without thinking she did the only thing she thought might help, her eyes screwing tightly shut as she gradually applied pressure, pushing the head back inside of herself. Once it was fully in she exhaled with a harsh pant, her chest heaving with exertion.

Only an hour left.

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"Naomi? Everything okay in there?"

The muffled voice of her fellow stewardess on the other side of the bathroom door barely reached Naomi, her mind entirely focused on stopping what her body wanted to do so badly. She'd shut herself in the bathroom again, but had been in there for nearly fifteen minutes without realizing it. Her knuckles went white as she braced herself on the metal bar next to the toilet, silently pleading with her baby to just wait a little longer.

It was clear that she'd run out of time, though, and before she could stop herself she could feel the clench of her muscles betray her, and she moaned with frustration as she pushed without even trying. That had opened the floodgates, quite literally, and she felt another spurt of amniotic fluid burst from her as she felt herself fully crowning into her tights again. Tears ran down her face as she realized she would have to just see it through, and when the intense urge possessed her again she bore down hard, her cheeks going ruddy with effort.

Right when it seemed that the pressure and the stretch would never end, she let out a shuddering moan as her ruined tights bulged further out, her baby slipping into the drenched fabric. Hurriedly she managed to pull them down past her thighs in order to retrieve the squalling infant. More knocking and voices came from the other side of the door, but Naomi couldn't focus on that. Bringing her baby to her chest, she steadily regained her breath as she sat sprawled on the small floor of the bathroom.

She winced as she felt what she assumed to be the afterbirth making its way out, but it was causing much more pain than she had thought it would. Her hand trembled slightly as she reached between her legs again, and her eyes widened as she felt not the wet membrane of the placenta, but something firm beginning to emerge from her overexerted cunt.

"O-oh no," she whimpered. Surrounded by the cacophony of voices from outside the bathroom and the cries of her first baby, Naomi realized that she was about to birth it's twin. Moaning with exhausted effort, she spread her thighs as much as she could in the cramped space and pushed hard, desperate for this to be over now. Now that everyone had caught onto what was happening, she didn't bother masking her cries and grunts as she fought to finish giving birth.

Bearing down one final time, she faintly heard a cracking sound coming from the bathroom door, and in a moment the door was forcefully pried open, just in time for everyone on the other side to watch as the second baby emerged with a gush of fluid from between Naomi's slick, trembling thighs.

[don-dake]

手塚治虫の未発表原稿を公開へ　晩年の漫画 「ミッドナイト」 原型

Previously unreleased early renditions of one of Osamu Tezuka's twilight manga series, 「Midnight」, to be released soon in June! (16 June 2023 to be exact!)

The collection, titled ‘Midnight: Lost Episodes’ (pub. by Rittorsha), consists of 11 chapters that will also include Black Jack's last appearance in 「Midnight」! Priced at ４，９５０円.

(Does that mean there will be a reprint and new publishing of the whole Midnight collection soon? One can hope! 😌)

[lissafaye]

America hates women. Full stop. We can elect a man of color. But not a woman. Or a woman of color. This just speaks volumes about the country I live in. I knew my state was a conservative cesspool. But my country is truly garbage.

[plan-3-tmars]

thinking about how in kazui's first birthday timeline he tells haruka that he enjoys his birthday because it gives him a good excuse to start a conversation with friends he hasn't seen in a while,,

"Hey, it feels like it's been a while, doesn't it? /

Oh, by the way, it's my birthday today. / Want to have a smoke together?

- 2023 Bday Timeline with Shidou

"Well, come over if you feel like it. Staying alone all the time will make you feel down. I can keep you company if you need to relieve some stress."

- 2024 Bday Timeline with Mikoto

[sisterdivinium]

Rich and arrogant and combative and blasphemous, Jillian Salvius would surely live in a den of iniquity where her girls would be tempted enough to abandon their mission — so Mother Superion thought.

But Jillian Salvius' table, however generous, was not one set for waste: gracious as a host, meals at her house were varied but not excessive, alcohol present but not overindulged in; if more kindly, her conduct was as correct as that of any strict Christian such as Superion herself.

And, through daily contact, sharing in that their deadly conflict, Mother Superion found that she could admire her — charmed.

[rainbowpufflez]

Fine, I’ll admit that I like Lysandre 😔

[radiaking]

I’ve seen multiple posts/heard multiple ppl say that coop will die in fallout and like….i mean. Yeah probably tbh. and i think that absolutely makes sense. This man lived an entire life before the bombs. he was ready to retire early to a ranch and raise his daughter and spend the rest of his life with his family and just. Fucking chilling tbh. he was good. He was happy. he was ready to just ride that happiness out until he died of old age.

his goals now are to find out what happened to his kid and dismantle the system/corporations that blew up everything he and everyone else had or could have had. and then he’s done.

[jack-doohan]

i guess i’ll be hoping for a graham/rinus/linus lineup at RLL

[ikkaku-of-heart]

NEW ITA BAG!!!!

Gotta show off my Heart Pirate pins and Keychains at the con this weekend. And of course Ikkaku is front and center. Hella excited to cosplay her, but that also means I'll be lurking at best until Sunday night while I'm away.