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acaciusbride · 2 years ago

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Beastly: Raider Era Joel Miller x Reader (Part 1)

Summary: you live in a small commune protected by a strong force of raiders. Every season, your people pay tribute for their protection. After lapsing in payment, your abusive father offers you as a human sacrifice. What you don't expect is for the leader of the gang, Joel, to not be as much of a beastly man as first thought.

A Raider Era Joel fic, loosely inspired by Beauty & The Beast.

CWs: references to abuse (physical), implied fear of SA, canon typical violence, implied age gap, sexual references, coarse language, smut for later chapters. (List will update with chapters)

Chapter Word Count: 3k

Thanks to @gab-thelamb-onthemoon & @joelsgirl for being beta readers & allowing me to infodump about this idea, ILY

Index: Part 2

It’s amazing, how long it took society to peak, in comparison to how easily it fell apart. Rome wasn’t built in a day, but it sure burned in one. In a short fifteen years, since Cordyceps first spread globally, society has all but collapsed.

Oh, sure, there are the QZs, where FEDRA rules with an iron fist. There are smaller settlements where people try to strive for a semblance of ‘normality’.

But mostly? The world outside the military strict QZs has become lawless. It’s kill or be killed, serve or rule, protect or intimidate.

Whereas some people have banded together for the greater good of humanity, for the continued survival of the species? Others have taken advantage of the new order of things, are only out for themselves and those they hold dear.

Joel Miller falls into the latter category.

Maybe once, before the outbreak, he had been a good man. Had had a strong moral compass, a good ethic. He’d been a family man, loved his daughter and his brother more than anything or anyone in the world.

Then the world had gone to hell, taken his daughter from him, and something inside him had broken. It was as though a light had gone out inside him, turning his humanity off.

Gone was the man who had made jokes and smiled easily. In his place was a man scarred and traumatised, who was capable of enormous acts of violence and brutality, who would survive at any and all cost, not for his sake, not really, but for his brother. The only family he had left.

Joel had always been a natural leader, if somewhat reluctant. It had come easily to him, before the outbreak. He was always the damn union rep on site. Always the one people came to for advice, looked to for leadership. Not just Tommy, or colleagues he’d known for years either. He always ended up with an apprentice following him round like a chained puppy, asking questions, looking for guidance.

Maybe it shouldn’t be a surprise at all that he had ended up the leader of this band of people, either. Some were misfits, those who were too anxious to try and venture to the nearest QZ and survive under FEDRA. Some were miscreants who preferred the more lawless lifestyle, who needed a leader so they didn’t venture into abject cruelty. Then there were those like him, who just wanted to survive. Keep going for whatever or whoever they had left.

Joel didn’t necessarily want to live, but he was fucking good at it.

Without his humanity, it made him a damn good leader. His group protected several small settlements, in exchange for supplies. Weapons. Whatever the fuck they wanted.

It was a good deal… for his people. The infected didn’t venture this far out anymore, but the good people in those settlements didn’t need to know that, did they? Their living in fear was his bonus. It kept them in line, and it kept his people alive.

Recently, one of the settlements fell to disease. Leaving just the one small community under his group’s thumb. The occupants aren’t particularly tough, or particularly smart, just ordinary people who have had the luck to survive behind moderately well constructed walls, the wits to bow to those stronger than them for protection.

Only, their resources are running out, spread thin with the approaching winter…

Which is where you come in.

You’re old enough to remember the world before. Maybe you hadn’t been an adult, so you hadn’t had to deal with things the older folks in your community grumble on occasion about missing - work, taxes (mostly something called a tax return), good liquor, supermarkets…

But you do remember.

You remember the world changing overnight. Remember years of struggling, clawing for survival, until this commune had finally put its walls up and hoped for the best.

Then the infected had come, and you’d lost half your numbers. The raiders had taken advantage of the weakness in your people, taken out the infected… for a price.

Now each quarter, your people paid ‘tribute’ to the group of men and women who kept the infected at bay. Really, it was a bribe to keep them from taking over your settlement. Every three months the same half dozen men would show up, fill their truck with supplies and weapons your people had gathered, desperately needed, and promise another three months protection for it.

Nobody’s been attacked since the deal was struck. You guess that’s a good thing. Or there’s something they aren’t telling you.

Your father is the closest thing to a mayor your community has. There aren’t enough of you to need a proper governing body beyond a handful of people, but somehow the task of leadership has fallen to him. Perhaps because nobody else wants to be labeled as the one who bows to the raiders. Or maybe it’s because the last mayor your town had was beaten to death by said raiders for non-compliance, and your father was the only one brave (stupid) enough to volunteer for the job after.

You aren’t stupid. You know a bribe for what it is. Only this quarter, you aren’t sure what the plan is.

The crop yield has been relatively scarce this season. With winter approaching, the settlement doesn’t have much to offer. You’re not stupid, but you know it won’t be enough.

Usually, you stay home when the raiders come for their tribute. Stay inside with the few children of the commune.

This time is different. Your father is lacing his boots, throwing on his threadbare coat, when he springs it on you.

“You’re coming too, this time. We need to show our numbers.”

It doesn’t occur to you until you’re halfway to what passes as the town square that that’s the precise opposite of what your father usually says. That a show of strength is what got his predecessor killed. But you know better than to question him; he won’t shout at you, he’ll just be condescending, or more likely, won’t answer you at all.

You suppose your curiosity will have to wait, and hope he doesn’t get you all killed.

Joel usually sends half a dozen of his people to collect the tribute from the settlement they ‘protect’. It’s a thinly veiled intimidation, closer to extortion than anything else, but it keeps his people fed and lets them bully others, which some of his people need.

But the last two seasons, their offerings have been slim at best, pissing the most restless of his people off. Joel has no issue with violence. No issue with killing people, or intimidation. But he also knows that starting a bloodbath in their supply settlement is a stupid idea, even if some of his men don’t.

Which has led him to here. Two men sit in the truck, shoulder to shoulder. One sits in the tray, gripping the roof bar with one hand, a rifle dangling lazily from the other.

Two others ride beside him, a little behind, in an arrow formation. It didn’t bother Owen to stay behind with the rest of the group. There’s better things he could be doing. If anyone was surprised at Joel deciding to go with them on this run? He hasn’t heard a word of it.

If anything, they probably think it means he’s planning some sort of punishment for their friends in the settlement. Hell, if they don’t pay up? He’s not against it.

It never ceases to amaze him just how pathetic these people are. He hasn’t visited the settlement personally in a year or so, but the occupants are still just as miserable. Just as downtrodden and fearful, hiding behind their shitty tin walls and the hope that his folks will protect them. It’s that fear that keeps his people fed, keeps these townspeople in line.

They don’t need to know that there are so few infected out here now, that Joel and his group are probably the biggest - if not only – threat remaining to them. Fear keeps them in line, and if they step out of line? Well, he and his gang aren’t above beating a reminder into them. It’s happened before.

The truck rolls to a stop behind him as they make their way to the centre of the settlement. He dismounts his horse, steps forward to greet the leader of the place. He’s met this man once before, the season after he took out the old mayor for trying to defy him. Beating a man to death isn’t pleasant to witness, but Joel had no problem with committing the act.

His replacement is a small, round man who always wears the same threadbare overcoat, the same twitchy air of nervousness around him, the same oily obedience.

How a man like that became what passes for mayor, Joel has no idea. He’s just as spineless as the rest, just as cowardly, eager to snivel and beg for protection, offering up whatever it takes to save his own skin. It’s a way to live, Joel supposes, but he would never stoop so low.

“Morris.” Joel greets the other man with a cold nod of his head, reaches out a gloved hand for him to shake. All formality. All pleasantries. As if the six men he’s brought with him aren’t capable of gunning down this entire settlement, if he so chooses. Hell, he could probably do it by himself.

“I’m surprised to see you.” Morris admits as he steps forward from the small group of townsfolk. Joel’s gaze sweeps over them all; a few new faces, his eyes boring into each unfamiliar one. One bears a resemblance to the mayor. Interesting.

His gaze leaves the crowd, returns to the man in front of him.

“We need to have a little chat.”

“You don’t say a word. Nobody will benefit from your attempts at being a diplomat.” Your father cautions you as you reach the centre of town. It’s not a long walk. The settlement is barely big enough to call a commune, but still.

You don’t dignify him with an answer, just nod. There’s no point in trying to argue with him, try and prove that you’re an asset. He’s too set in his ways, too firm in the belief that women – especially young ones- should be seen and not heard.

So instead you keep your mouth shut, take your place. Watch the convoy come in. It’s different, being out on the street rather than peeking out a window when they roll in.

The usual truck, two men in the cab, one in the tray, slapping the roof to signal to stop. You’re not familiar enough with their faces, but you assume they’re the same men who come every quarter. Two men on horses, flanking a third.

It’s the third man who interests you, only slightly. Mostly because of the way your father tenses, the way some of the others shift nervously. You vaguely recognise this man; the leader of the group of raiders. The one who had no problem with violence, with getting rid of the old mayor when he didn’t want to play ball.

He’s older, maybe late forties, broad shouldered and has a sort of deadened glint to his dark eyes. Vaguely, you catch yourself wondering what he did, or what happened to him, to put that look in his gaze.

Those cold dark eyes take stock of the place, sweep across each member of your community. His gaze pauses on you, very briefly, flickers to your father then back, recognition. Then he looks away, back to your father.

“We need to have a little chat,” the unknown man says, “your quota has been low, Morris.”

Even in the cold, you can see your father start to sweat. He’s no great hero; his leadership perches precariously on his willingness to bow to whatever this gang of raiders wants. There’s no way of fighting them, and quite frankly? There are worse things out there.

“We’ve had a hard few seasons… Maybe we can make it up in spring?” Your father suggests, trying to sound complacent, apologetic. Mostly, it just sounds desperate.

You wonder if the leader of the gang thinks so, too.

“Now, Morris, you’re already short. Have been for the last two seasons. Maybe if we’d had this little chat earlier, I’d be more inclined to accept the request, but, well… winter’s on its way. It’s hard out there, and these walls you have are so flimsy… anything could happen.”

Your father’s face blanches, clearly aware he’s stepping on toes that shouldn’t be stepped on.

“We have… some supplies in reserve. You can take from there.”

It shouldn’t even surprise you, that he offers up the town’s emergency stockpile to save his own skin, probably thinking of his predecessor. It bothers you, though, makes your skin crawl to see the men from the gang open the barn where the supplies are kept, start hauling them into the back of the truck. Those supplies are for emergencies. For the children, the elderly, the sick. Maybe that’s why you open your mouth.

“Those supplies are for our elderly. Our children.”

The look your father gives you is piercing, promising violence, a sharp retribution later, but you don’t care.

“Excuse my daughter, Joel. She doesn’t understand the way things work, likes to talk when the men are talking.”

You expect the gang leader – Joel – to agree, to ignore you. Instead, he turns that depthless gaze onto you.

“What would you have me do, hm? We have a deal, you know that.” It’s unspoken what he’s implying – he has people relying on him, too.

You’re smart enough to know that it’s a rhetorical question.

“Besides.” Joel turns his attention to the truck, shakes his head. “Even with your stockpile, you’re short. Considerably so. Maybe we should stick around. See why your productivity is so low.”

The threat is implicit. Maybe it’s the threat. Maybe it’s anger at you for speaking out. Or maybe it’s the simple fact that your father is a piece of shit. Still, you don’t expect what happens next.

Joel doesn’t want to stick around this small town, with its cowed population and snivelling misogynist of a mayor. He’d rather take what they are owed and go, but they’re up short once again. Not by much, but it’s the principle of the matter. Of making sure Morris knows his place, knows that he and Joel are in no way equals.

He projects the very image of an alpha male, broad and cocky, one hand resting on the pistol at his hip. Casually threatening, and he knows Morris is thinking of the idiot before him. Maybe he should just shoot him, see whether someone smarter replaces him. Smarter and less irritating.

Maybe the other man can see how easily he’s contemplating his death.

“Wait. Wait. I have another offer.”

Joel raises an eyebrow.

“And what could you possibly have, Morris? As you’ve said, you’ve had a difficult harvest, you’ve had to break into your emergency supplies. What do you possibly have to trade to save your own skin?” He makes zero effort to hide his disgust.

“Her.” Morris jerks a shaky thumb to the younger woman beside him, the one who’s clearly his daughter, the one who spoke up.

Joel is so startled by the suggestion that he almost outright refuses.

“What?” It comes out blunter than he planned, as if he’s misheard. Because there’s no way that this idiot is offering up his own daughter as some sort of human sacrifice.

“Take her. I don’t care what you do with her, she’s a complete disappointment. Maybe you can teach her some manners, beat her into submission, God knows I’ve tried. Take her and give us immunity until next fall. Let us rebuild our crops.”

Joel looks past Morris to you, small and nondescript. Then again, everyone is small to him. You look like someone’s just pulled the ground out from under you. Shocked. Horrified. He knows then what you’re thinking, what you’re assuming will happen to you. But he also knows now what happens to you if he leaves you here.

Joel Miller may have lost his humanity, but he was a father once. And he can’t imagine ever, ever offering his own child up as a human sacrifice to save his own skin.

And suddenly, it doesn’t matter about making a quota. What matters is getting you as far away from this place as possible. Away from sharp words and balled fists. Because somewhere, somewhere, buried deep down, a portion of the man he once was is stirring.

“The end of next fall. A year.” Joel agrees, tries not to watch the way Morris shoves you forward to what could well be your doom.

You’re shaking. Can’t even form a protest, for all the good it would do.

Sacrifice. Tribute. Offering. As if you’re no more than another object to be traded. Your father doesn’t even flinch as Joel seizes your wrist, pulls you towards his horse.

“Get on.” His voice is low, but not menacing. If anything he sounds almost sorry. It has to be some sort of trap; you’re certain that when you’re back at their base camp, he’ll have no problem with cruelty, with putting his hands on you. Forcing you, if the mood takes him. Maybe it’s better to just do as he demands.

Shakily, you climb up onto the horse, sit awkward and uncomfortable, tensing when he swings himself up behind you, broad arms keeping you in place as he seizes the reins, gives a nod to his men, who finish loading up and pile back into the truck, onto their own horses.

He throws a final derisive look to your father. The man who sold you.

“One year, Morris. Better get your shit together.” Then he nudges the horse, and rides you both out of the only home you’ve known for years.

#my writing #joel miller x reader #joel miller fic #joel miller #pedro pascal #pedro pascal character fic #the last of us #the last of us fanfiction #raider joel #rue beastly

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showrunnerihardlyknowher · 1 year ago

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Hey man, yeah, that's really cool how you and a couple friends you made along the way helped break that giant that was being kept locked away in a government facility out of their restraints so that they could have the freedom to go home. No, sure, I bet it really was an epic adventure defined by friendships and risks and ended with complete success, it's just...

Do you maybe think the giant was locked up for a reason?

How many innocent people had to die during your escapade, or did they deserve it simply because they wore a little uniform? Do you know how many people had died previously in their attempts to first wrangle the giant, the constant bloodshed that very nearly overtook them before they could wrangle the monster? But, oh, you saw intelligence in its eyes, life in its soul, you could tell it wanted so badly to be free and away from these cruel treatments. Everyone else knew these things, too; your observation wasn't unique. In fact, its the fact it was clearly so smart that made it all the more dangerous.

It played you like a fiddle, didn't it? How can you be so certain that it regards you the same way, how can you be sure you even understand what its trying to convey and vice versa? What makes you think it views you as a friend, an ally, a surrogate, hell, a pet? You were nothing but a means to an end, a key to be discarded once all the locks had been open. You're worthless to it, just another tiny pest like the others. Do you really think it would be able to tell you apart from the other 8 billion people on this planet?

And now it's free. You let it out. You let it continue the rampage it was originally hellbent on. The environment destruction is unimaginable. The knowledge that such a thing exists is now being spread globally, along with the stories of destruction that accompany its wake. Suicides and family annihilation is through the roof because people are terrified of living in a world that will inevitably be razed, if its merciful. That blood is on your hands. Never mind once the giant is able to communicate to its real friends, its real family, its real companions, and bring them down for the slaughter and maximum efficiency. Are you hoping you'll be spared? Is that even a world you want to live in if you are?

Why do you think it came here in the first place? You think just because it left, it won't come back? You think that with all the brilliance it has, it's ignorant to the concept of revenge? You seem so sure that it's innocent, but you've never asked for an explanation about its purpose, just as the lambs never question why they're being led to pens rather than an open field today. What implication could it possibly have given that made you so certain it wasn't here with cruel intentions, or did you simply want to feel a moral superiority of freeing a caged animal and thinking it owed you gratitude?

Everyone told you it was dangerous and needed to stay confined, but you didn't listen. You thought you knew better. You thought you were so much smarter than the hundreds of other people working around the clock to ensure the safety of everyone outside the facility. You ruined so many lives, including that of the people closest to you. What, you thought you'd be able to walk away from this scot-free? That you weren't going to be immediately detained as well as your loved ones and labeled a national, actually global, terrorist and security threat? You broke in to a high clearance area and effectively doomed the world for destruction. For what, because you thought it looked a little cramped in that cell?

Are you not aware that your actions have consequences after the story ends?

#g/t #giant/tiny #macro/micro #gianttiny #size difference #g/t angst #fearplay #g/t fearplay #g/t scenario #whump #g/t whump #tiny whump #g/t community #g/t writing

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jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd · 11 months ago

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yesss pleaseeee write the stalker!jean y/n as a drabble!!! like Jean is just soo 😫i just know he would be a good asl stalker, especially since he is super tall and mysterious 😫

lurk

pairing: jean kirstein x f!reader

word count: 1.7k +

a/n: i didnt proof read this but also this came out super cute but like also terrifying but ily pookie bear jean

tw: stalking, manipulation, drinking, etc

it was cold tonight, nearly below freezing in shiganshina. you hated the cold, you dreaded being bundled up in a billion layers only to still be shivering. however, it was almost christmas and you were running behind on shopping. fortunately for you, the streets were quiet. nobody wanted to be out in this weather. you weren't afraid of the dark. often times, you embraced the peace that came from walking the street alone at night. despite being a woman, shiganshina was a relatively safe city.

the streets and sidewalks were lined with a thing layer of snow with flurries still falling from the sky. there's a glow of warmth from the street lines as you duck into the nearest store. it's a small boutique that's much warmer than outside. there are mannequins strewn about, various pieces on displays and a small jewelry section in the back. you decide to head to the back of the store and work your way up front.

despite being a small array of options, the jewlery they had was beautiful. you pick up a small white box were two silver earrings in the shape of hearts like. you frown as you slide a finger down the side of the container. they were pretty, but it wasnt something your mother would like and that's who you were here for, after all. you ponder getting them for yourself but your face drops when you remember your budget. you sigh and put them back on the shelf while you put your mother first.

as you set them down, you can't shake the feeling of being watched. no, you were definitely being watched. you slowly turn your head around and an exhale when you don't see anybody with their eyes on you. just a few other women browsing about and the shop owner who's ringing up a tall man's purchase. you shake your head. christmas time was always stressful for you and it's certainly showing now.

after finding a suitable necklace for your mom, you bring it up to the cashier. the cashier is a sweet, older lady who is smiling as hard as she can. you feel bad that she has to be out at work during the cold and make small talk about how you'll need to do your holiday baking tomorrow. she laughs and tells you that she's running behind too, and that she's sure you'll get your cookies done in time.

the walk back to your apartment building isn't so bad despite the howling wind. you remind yourself to be thankful for the snow, knowing the toll global warming would eventually take. on the opposite side of the street, there's a nice black car with tinted windows. you take a moment to wonder who was lucky enough to drive such a luxurious car, as you've seen it around town before. quite often actually. although, you've never seen it on your street before. you didn't live in the nicest part of town and you assume it must be somebody's family member visiting for the holidays. you head into the builiding, unaware of the pair of eyes staring at you from within the car.

unfortunately, the next day isn't any warmer. you're smart this time and decide to go shopping early in the day instead of having to brave the cold, harsh night. you drive to the nearest grocery store; your kitchen was tragically empty and lacking all of the ingredients needed to make your famous christmas cookies.

in the baking aisle of the store, you stare at the plethora of options that could either make or break your dessert. you grab a bag of chocolate chips and peanut butter chips. you spin on your heel, ready to move farther down the aisle. classically, you bump right into somebody and unfortunately the carton of eggs you had tucked under your arm before coming to this aisle heads straight to the ground. the lid pops open and eggs fall out, cracking on the ground. ultimately, they crack and the yolks splatter onto your shoes and up your paint leg a little. you let out a gasp and look up into the eyes of a handsome stranger.

his hazel eyes widen as he looks at splattered eggs on your clothing. "i'm so sorry, i didn't see you there." he looks for a way to help you but he's failing.

"it's fine," you sigh. "it's christmas time and we're all in a rush. plus, i'm a little clumsy." you blush as you feel his eyes give you a once over. you clear your throat and his eyes come back up to land on yours.

"i'm the clumsy one this time. i really am sorry. could i at least pay for your stuff?" he tilts his head. you realize just how tall he is as he looms over you, waiting for an answer.

"no, that's alright, really. it's my fault, i told you i'm clumsy. stuff like this happens to me alot." you admit, turning more red by the second. he laughs and rubs the back of his neck. his laugh is deep and hearty.

"oh, c'mon, how else are those cookies going to get made?"

"how did you know i was going to make cookies?" you ask, raising a brow at him. he clears his throat and points at the bags in your arms.

"you're in the baking aisle, after all. eggs and chocolate chips are also two of the most important things when it comes to cookies." he laughs and you feel embarrassed at your stupid question. obviously he knew you were going to be baking, it's that time of year and you are holding the ingredients for them. you laugh with him and choose to accept his generosity, appreciating not having to spend your own money, especially since it was a little tight right now.

after picking out a new carton of eggs, you and the handsome stranger head to the check out line. "my names jean, by the way." he says as he hands the clerk his card. he looks down at you.

"i'm (y/n)." you tell him. he nods his head. he hands you the plastic bag filled with your now paid for groceries. you two walk out of the store together when all of a sudden, he stops you.

"this might be a little cliche and a little too fast, but would you like to go to dinner with me tomorrow? just feel really bad 'bout the eggs 'n all." he shrugs as he makes sure his joke lands.

you know what, what the hell?

"sure, jean."

after exchanging numbers, you two head off in your own separate directions. back at your apartment, the fancy car is still there, just in a slightly different position. you think about how nice it must be to have family come to visit as you head inside.

tomorrow night comes quicker than expected. you had knots in your stomach all morning and you find them still lingering into the evening. you take your time getting ready for your date with jean and you can't shake the feeling of anxiety nestling into your chest.

later on, you park your car at the restaurant jean had texted you to meet him at. it's a high end restaurant and you're relieved you chose to wear one of your nicest dresses and an overcoat. as you make your way to the front door, you see that same black car, tucked neatly into one of the back parking spots. you shake your head as you head into the restaurant.

jean is dressed to the nines. if you thought he was handsome yesterday, you thought he fucking looked deadly tonight. if looks could kill.

jean smiles as you take a seat across from him. you give him a shy smile as you watch him take in your appearance. there's a glimmer of hunger in his eyes that makes you want to sink into your seat. you're self conscious as his eyes devour you but his words come out so calmly. "you look really good."

"thank you." quiet are the words that manage to come from your lips.

you spend the evening making talk of all sort of topics ranging from the weather to the casual, heated arguments about aliens and if they existed or not. you really enjoy your time, finding it n yourself to indulge in a bottle of wine. jean offers to pay for the entire meal as your plates becomes empty. you laugh and make a joke about how rich he must be. he just chuckles in return.

you start to realize just how drunk you are. the heat in your cheeks is radiating and you feel like you're vibrating, just a little. jean hasn't taken his eyes off you once.

"before you go," he starts. he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small, white box. "i got you something. now, i know we just officially met but i couldn't help myself."

the words go right over your head as you reach across the table for the little container. you take the lid off and gasp. the pair of little, silver hearts from the store the other night. you become a stuttering mess. "h-how did you.."

your brain begins to move a thousand miles a minute, flashing different pictures your eyes have collected the last few days. it's the black car you've seen all over town. the tall man in the boutique. the black car parked on your street. the feeling of being watched. the cookies. the earrings. the car in a different position.

your words fall out in a whisper as you drop the box onto the table. "you..." jean tilts his head and smirks. he can see the realization in your eyes and the hunger in his grows. you feel helpless in this crowded restaurant, not wanting to make a scene. he watches your rosy cheeks turn pale.

"me? what about me, (y/n)?" his words are condescending.

"you've been watching me. stalking me." you hiss under your breath, hoping it comes out as confident but jean picks up on the shakiness on your voice.

"hmm..? what was that?" you can see the thrill he's getting. you don't answer him. you reach to where you set your phone on the table at the beginning of the date. it isn't there. “oh, my silly (y/n.) you've drank a whole bottle of wine. just however will you get home?"

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wonwoosthetic · 9 months ago

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Soompi 240111 🌷 Minnie

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SEVENTEEN’s Minnie joins the cast of the upcoming variety show “Apartment 404”!

The idol singer will be starring alongside comedy legends Yoo Jae Suk and Yang Se Chan, as well as actress Oh Na Ra and actors Lee Jung Ha, and Cha Taehyun. Created by Jung Chul Min, other known as PD Jung, who has already been credited with the hit variety show “Sixth Sense”, the six entertainers will have to solve the mystery behind multiple curious events that occur in their new residence.

tvN’s upcoming “Apartment 404” will mark Minnie’s first ever fixed casting in a variety show made for television! In the past, selected episodes of the idol’s group own YouTube entertainment show “Going Seventeen”, have been aired on TV, gaining her and the rest of the members a lot of national attention, as well as praise.

“I watched the first ever Gose (short for “Going Seventeen”) episode on JTBC, back in 2021 and just couldn’t stop laughing,” PD Jung told the reporter. “I was so surprised how idols could be so effortlessly funny. All of them seemed so smart while reaching such a high level of comedy.”

When asked how the producers came to choose Minnie, Jung Chul Min explained, “It was almost by accident. We were in a meeting and just talking about other possible cast members. Of course, we all knew that we’d need relatable and funny characters that would be entertaining to watch.” After a lot of back and forth, Minnie’s name fell and the room started laughing. “Kim Minnie is a very well acclaimed name, not only within South Korea, but also internationally, so she seemed very out of reach.”

After all, SEVENTEEN have reached the achievements “fastest selling global album of the century”, “first artist to exceed 3 million copies sold in the first day of release in Hanteo’s history”, and “highest pre-orders for albums in history, with 4.6 million sales”.

“But Yoo Jae Suk convinced us to ask her.”

The comedy legend and Minnie had already met years ago during an episode of “Running Man”, where the idol singer had appeared as a guest star. They seemed to have grown closer and kept in touch even after the shoot.

“SEVENTEEN was still on tour and had just finished filming another variety show with Na PD, but she found time to meet up with us and agreed almost immediately,” PD Jung recalled. “She shared her personal schedule and we set up filming dates right away. It must’ve been so busy for her… I remember her telling us that she had just landed and came to set right from the airport. I really respect her dedication.”

Filming for the variety show started last year, already gaining a lot of Carats’ attention when a picture of the cast was posted on Social Media.

Twitter, Instagram, and Naver exploded with interested fans, who couldn’t believe their eyes.

“Since when is Minnie doing variety shows?!?!”

“IS THAT MINNIE FROM SEVENTEEN???”

“Jaesuk and minnie back together after running man😭😭 omg I’m so excited for this”

“Seventeen seems to be doing more tv stuff nowadays, I’m really happy!”

“Whatever this is, you better bet I’m watching it!!!!”

“Casting her turned out to be one of the best decisions I’ve ever made,” the producer admitted. He promised that Carats and variety show fans will be very happy with her appearance.

The show will air on February 15 on tvN and will make its international debut on prime video on February 23. The teaser has already got us on our tippy toes!

I watched the first episode today and remembered I had this in my drafts🙃

#minnie 🌷#seventeen #seventeen oc #seventeen 14th member #Soompi #articles

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I think betterup can't ditch Harry because he made an investment in the company in return for a place on their executive committee. How 'salary' may just be his ROI+minimum fee. His 'job' was to put name of the company out there globally and he has done it. And like most of hyped silicon valley startups, this company doesn't really care about the quality of their work, just quantity of clients. They won't ditch him, even if they do he will still be receiving money from annually as part of his investment.

And the only reason Harry may have chosen this is to appear smart, intelligent and as someone who should be taken seriously.

That's my theory too: BetterUp bought the Hero Harry PR and spent way too much money on him to let him go.

There are a few other rumors that suggest BetterUp is subsidizing much of Harry's expenses the way Soho House subsidizes their vacations. One of the more popular rumors is that Harry actually lives in San Francisco in an apartment that BetterUp pays for.

#ask #sussexes #rumors #theories

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They wanted to know how many people would comply with a complete re-ordering of their lives based on no science at all, just random orders, some of which bordered on absurdity.

I have long said that Covid 19 was launched by design by a small number of people in the globalist predator class for one reason and one reason only — as a beta test for the coming technocratic new world order.

Now, we’ve got the World Economic Forum coming out and all but admitting that was exactly why the Covid-19 “pandemic” had to happen.

The WEF gleefully posted the following snippet to the “My Carbon” page of its website where they make a pitch for so-called smart cities, which is just another term for 15-minute cities.

The first of three “developments” that the WEF says must be in place before the world can evolve into its utopian vision of “smart and sustainable cities,” is compliance with restrictions on our freedom. It writes:

1. COVID-19 was the test of social responsibility – A huge number of unimaginable restrictions for public health were adopted by billions of citizens across the world. There were numerous examples globally of maintaining social distancing, wearing masks, mass vaccinations and acceptance of contact-tracing applications for public health, which demonstrated the core of individual social responsibility.

They were testing us. That’s what Covid was all about. They wanted to see how many of us would give up our individual freedom and individual sovereignty by complying with a “new normal” that consisted of restrictions bordering on the absurd.

Why, for instance was it “safe” to shop at Lowe’s or Home Depot but unsafe to shop at a small business or attend church? Why was it OK to go to strip clubs in Michigan but you couldn’t buy seeds for a garden?

What the WEF is implying with its above statement is that in order to be “sustainable,” people and societies will need to be compliant with a new more authoritarian global order. Don’t ask questions. Don’t resort to logic. Just obey.

Would we be obedient in the face of idiotic new laws and regulations, like wearing face diapers to stop what was said to be an aerosolized virus, and standing six feet apart in public, and submitting to a never-before-used, unlicensed mRNA gene-based injection?

They said it was good for you, so roll up your sleeve. Don’t ask questions. If you did, you could lose your job and be treated as a societal outcast. Many people lost friends or even close family members to this monstrous “test” of our willingness to unquestioningly do what we’re told.

Nearly five years later, arguably the most powerful nonprofit public-private partnership in the world, the WEF, admits it was all a test of our wills and celebrates the fact that most of us failed the test (or passed with flying colors depending how you look at it).

They wanted to find out how many of us would prove our servitude to the lawless, fascistic beast system by complying with “unimaginable restrictions,” many of which were created out of thin air with absolutely no scientific evidence to back them up as contributing anything to public health.

The U.S. government’s top health bureaucrat, Dr. Anthony Fauci, admitted recently that there was no science behind his decision to require Americans to socially distance six feet apart.

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The beta test known as Covid-19 proved once again the validity of the The Milgram Experiment. This experiment was conducted in 1961-1962 by Yale University professor Stanley Milgram.

It showed that the overwhelming majority of Americans would obey a law or command that they knew was wrong if the order were to come from an official authority figure. An alarming 65 percent of Americans would reluctantly violate their own conscience and obey the order even if they knew it would result in the death of an innocent person.

Trending: Here’s the Real Reason Why Hunter Biden Shocked the Courtroom and Pleaded Guilty in Federal Tax Evasion Case

From Wikipedia:

Beginning on August 7, 1961, a series of social psychology experiments were conducted by Yale University psychologist Stanley Milgram, who intended to measure the willingness of study participants to obey an authority figure who instructed them to perform acts conflicting with their personal conscience. Participants were led to believe that they were assisting an unrelated experiment, in which they had to administer electric shocks to a “learner.” These fake electric shocks gradually increased to levels that would have been fatal had they been real.

The experiments found, unexpectedly, that a very high proportion of subjects would fully obey the instructions, with every participant going up to 300 volts, and 65% going up to the full 450 volts. Milgram first described his research in a 1963 article in the Journal of Abnormal and Social Psychology[1].

The Bad News is that we passed the test with flying colors.

#Youtube

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Hello!! Thanks for this blog of yours....I don't know if you've answered this or not but who are your top 10 favorite ships ever (can be canon or non canon) from any media? Why love them? Thanks 🌻

Yes I did answer a similar question, here!

But these are my TOP 10 ships, with a few additions:

1. Jiuhuo. Qin Jiu x You Huo (Global Examination)

“That’s why they say that love and hate are very mysterious things.  Some have already rotted away. Others are engraved into the bone.”

“I'm not here to save you, I'm here to love you” - Qin Jiu

In it was his past, his beliefs, and his love. All of that made up a complete Qin Jiu. My dear, if I left myself by your ear, would you be able to hear me? May we meet again in a world where the smoke is gone.

WHEN THE COLD EXAMINEE ENCOUNTERS THE TWO-FACED EXAMINER…

AMNESIAC VERSUS AMNESIAC — WHO WILL EVOKE THEIR ERASED MEMORIES?

TWO PEOPLE WITH OPPOSING IDENTITIES CAN ALSO BECOME COMRADES.

WHEN KING MEETS KING, THE FINAL RESULT IS NOT MUTUAL DESTRUCTION— IT IS ONLY ‘YOU ARE STRONG, BUT I AM STRONGER.’ JOIN FORCES TO DESTROY THE EXAMINATION GROUNDS.

First meeting... ...Or a reunion?

GIN AGAIN WITHOUT A

EXAMINEES AND EXAMINERS ARE FORBIDDEN FROM DEVELOPING IMPROPER RELATIONSHIPS.

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Can you fall in love with the same person for 3 times? YES YOU CAN‼️

Some things are just unforgettable, no matter how many times they erase your memory or try to keep you apart or convince you he’s your enemy.

Enemies to lovers to enemies to lovers to enemies to friends to lovers.

It’s so fascinating watching the slow burn of the present while uncovering the relationship of the past and how they still subconsciously feel the same.

Gin always wearing his scarf not because he’s cold but because he wanted to hide his blood and injury from his beloved. You immediately rejecting taking off his earring even if he doesn’t know why.

Also complete equals, two super badass smart genius arsonists. And even when they try to keep things from each other, it’s really funny how the other always knows or really sad because of the terrible things that they went through for each other.

The flirting and teasing and the… unique gift they give XD

PS. Lyrics that I think describe them perfectly:

'Cause time wasn't in our favor

This isn't "goodbye," this is simply "see you later"

PPS. First both of them, then You, then Qin:

I've tried to leave it all behind me

But I woke up and there they were beside me

And I don't believe it but I guess it's true

Some feelings, they can travel too

You're always on my mind

And I never minded being on my own

Then something broke in me and I wanted to go home

To be where you are

But even closer to you, you seem so very far

And now I'm reaching out with every note I sing

And I hope it gets to you on some pacific wind

Wraps itself around you and whispers in your ear

Tells you that I miss you and I wish that you were here

2. Soukoku. Dazai x Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs)

Adam – "Master Chuuya and Dazai stood side by side. There was something surprisingly perfect about it. Two young men with completely different personalities..."

Dazai – Chuuya’s gonna kill N at this rate and lose his humanity, but I want to see him suffer as a human. That’s why I have to stop him.

Verlaine – “You sound like you’re certain he’s human.”

Dazai – “I am. There’s no way I could hate a man-made character this much.”

“Even Dazai had forgotten to breathe as he watched the storm that was Chuuya decimate the battlefield.”

The corruption in Chuuya’s body had already disappeared. Dazai had nullified it. He placed a hand on Chuuya’s cheek where it had been punched and smirked slightly. “So this is how you wake Snow White? Kinda violent, don’t you think?”

Dazai – “Did you use Corruption because you believed in me? You’re gonna make me cry…”

Dazai – Leave it to me, partner.

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Might seem toxic or unbalanced until you realise how much power Chuuya possesses and how smart he actually when not compared to the three smartest masterminds of the series. Also they always care and protect each other, would die and kill for the other a thousand time over.

Dazai first wish to live came from fighting with Chuuya, he manipulated him into joining the mafia, his enemy.

He left him behind when his basically brother died and joined the ‘good’ side, but I think he just didn’t want to tear him apart from his newfound family for a second time.

PS. Fyolai. Fyodor x Gogol

Dos-kun and I exchanged a few words…and yet…the moment I met him…I knew that my life had become something entirely different. It’s just as he said…I had begun fighting in order to lose myself. And now…Look what’s happened. (Nikolai clutches Fyodor’s severed arm) Now all I want…is just…

— Nikolai

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The demon and his clown. Do you ever want to kill your one and only best to prove you have free will? No?? Then you are completely normal and not an absolute freak.

Do you then involve your colleagues, your enemy and actual strangers in your death games?

In the end are you sincerely sad when your friend dies and hug his dismembered arm?

3. Kurofai. Kurogane x Fai (Tsubasa Reservor Chronicle)

“There is no such thing as a coincidence in this world, there is only the inevitable.”

And really isn’t this the best way to describe them and Sakura & Syaoran coming together at the wish shop?

Caring stoic badass ninja papa and mischievous lying secretive overpowered mage mama. And their tree children.

Kuro can see through his lies, and tries to keep his distance but ultimately can’t help but get closer, overprotective of his makeshift family, will fight anyone for them (would actually kill them if he wasn’t cursed’). And in the end even though he reached his goal to come home to his princess, decides to continue travelling and stay with them.

Fai is a man with a secret past and a plan that he has to follow, tries to hide behind a cheerful mask, but in the end couldn’t help but actually care for his new children and respect and admire Kuro for all that he is.

Yama, where they spent 6 month together, alone without the kids, in a country where Fai couldn’t speak to anyone and Kuro could barely communicate… something mush have happened.

Also when the only way to save Fai was to turn him into a vampire, even when he explicitly said that it would be better for him to die so the magic that was stolen from him would disappear. But Kuro couldn’t accept that, and than has to live with the consequences. He is the only one Fai can feed from and Fai has stopped teasing him with all the nicknames and barely even talks or looks at him.

4. Wriolette. Neuvillette x Wriothesley (Genshin Impact)

“Wriothesley is a trustworthy man. I fought hard for the title and reputation he now has. I expect you to think that I've simply been duped by his flattery and appearance of loyalty... But to that, I would quote the Inazuman proverb: ‘The words unspoken are the flower.’ Which means, some things are best left unsaid.”

Wriothesley... He's a very... shrewd fellow. He is the highest ranking manager of the underwater prison. Even though you are going there to investigate at my behest, it would behoove you to avoid any confrontation with him or any of his subordinates. The Duke rarely ever leaves the Fortress of Meropide, but that does not mean he is not privy to all that's happening inside and outside the fortress. He is "quiet," but not "unaware," so please bear that in mind.

Wriothesley: Haha, the way you're asking after her wellbeing makes you sound like a concerned parent.

Neuvillette: Ah, well, I won't lie... I've always seen myself that way.

Wriothesley: Showing your age a bit there, don't you think...

Neuvillette: Indeed. Actually, I often forget just how much older I am than you...

Wriothesley: Well, while we're on the topic... What did you do before getting this job, anyway? Spend all day swimming in the sea, from east to west, then south to north?

Neuvillette: Yes, and uh... from the surface to the ocean floor, on occasion.

Wriothesley: Wow. Impressive.

Neuvillette: ...Apologies, that was merely an attempt at humor. You can disregard what I said.

Wriothesley: Hah, that's impossible, I'm afraid. My imagination's already running wild.

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Your Honor & Your Grace. The Iudex, ultimate judge of all of Fontaine & the Duke, warden of Meropide. Ancient dragon sovereign & ruler of the underworld.

Neuvillette has been alive for more the 500 years and has always fulfilled his duty of judge perfectly, that has forced him to keep a certain distance from everyone in order to be impartial… but he considers Wriothesley his one personal connection.

They tease each other, banter, give gift and spend time together whenever they

Wriothesley, former criminal, actually judged by Neuvi and sent to the prison, actually decided to organise it in something better, less chaotic and bloody and cruel. Rose his way to the top with strength and charisma and was actually recognised as the new leader. Wary of trusting others due to his parent who trafficked all his adoptive siblings and him too if he wouldn’t have killed them… trusts Neuvi unconditionally.

PS. Kavetham. Alhaitham x Kaveh

And they were roommates. But also the caring and understanding. Married couple vibes with the banter to go with it.

5. Sherliam. Sherlock x William (Moriarty the Patriot)

“Catch me if you can, Mr. Holmes.”

 “Finally… I’ve caught you now, Liam.”

I want you to keep the fire in my heart ablaze.

—William

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Sherliam: detective and criminal love story. Is it gay to jump off a bridge and hug your bestie/supposed enemy and save him from death, then spend two years living together aboard while your friends and family think you’re dead?

Their nicknames for each other, Will & Sheryl <3

Really the only ones who can keep up with the other, you distract me from my plan & you make my boredom disappear.

PS. Alcroft. Mycroft x Albert

TO ME, WHO WAS IN THAT DEEP DARKNESS, YOU WERE THAT SINGLE RAY OF BRIGHT LIGHT.

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Alcroft: workplace relationships with a lot of tension and subtle flirting.

The brothers with the actual power, physical, skills, political, influence, cunning.

Is it gay to send letters through pigeon messenger to your colleague who is imprisoned in a tower?

He confessed to being one of the worst criminal in your country’s history, the country you swore to protect, and the criminal who blackmailed you into keeping quiet about his plan but who you still came to care about and agree with his plan and prevented him being sentenced to death.

6. Ivantill. Ivan x Till (Alien Stage)

What is love for two people who have no idea what that word even means? How can two humans who have been raised by aliens in cruelty and conditional love, ever know how to express their emotions?

When you (Ivan) notice how passionate and rebellious he (Till) is, but he only notices you in his periphery or when you fight and tease him.

When you can only watch as he is beaten and punished again and again, only able to give him temporary relief by freeing him from his collar, when he is barely aware of you but you continue to support him in silence.

When you both tried running away, he let go of your hand to go back for his friends, what can you do other than continue to adore him? Because that is who he is and the one you admire. (Mr. Shallow emotions my butt)

The only way you know how to express your affections? Silent devotion, violence and sacrifice… ROUND 6 in a nutshell.

When she (Mizi) is like a gentle warm light that attracts you like moths to a flame, so blinding in her pureness, so you can’t look at her directly.

When he is the shadow that always trails after you, clings to you and can’t help but notice distractedly every time, until it becomes solid in front of you.

Pulling pigtails taken too far. Toxic doomed yaoi supreme kings.

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BLACK SORROW:

I can’t reach you, so I imagine alone

You who shines, I stand next to you

To me, you are my

Black sorrow

CURE:

Dissolve me in your gaze

I don't want to let you go

Please, leave me scars

Please, hurt me so that

Not a single drop of me remains

Let me drown in you

Until these falling stars

Are buried in the blur of time

On your icy lips

Read my soul

Even if your cold words

Carve scars beneath my eyes

May they linger on your tongue

You can break me apart

Notice my pain

And mend me right now

To quiet my fears

I'll drown in you

Sick of these nights to come

To be engulfed in silence

In your gaze where I'm seen

Consume me

PS. Mizisua. Sua x Mizi, unconditional love.

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MY CLEMATIS:

From the moment humanity left the universe, we all forgot God.

But if belief in god is human

If all I can do as a human is to believe...

My god

My universe

Hope bloomed through the abyss

Oh, my Clematis

Always be by my side

7. Sefikura. Sephiroth x Cloud (Final Fantasy VII)

“He had made his decision. Cloud would become the nucleus. He yearned to tell Cloud this.”

— Sephiroth

“So long as Cloud remembers me, I will always exist. Within the Lifestream or on the surface.”

— Sephiroth

“Once I have Mother's power, I will exist fully in the living world. It will not be long now. Even if I am incomplete, it will matter not. Cloud will be there. Cloud will complete me.”

— Sephiroth

“For you are but a puppet—my puppet.”

— Sephiroth

“Cloud, lend me your strength. Let us defy destiny together.”

— Sephiroth

“I am your everything.”

— Sephiroth

“Good, Cloud. Very good. Hold on to that hatred.”

— Sephiroth

“Careful now. That which lies ahead...does not yet exist. Our world will become a part of it... one day. But I... will not end. Nor will I have you end.”

— Sephiroth

Cloud – “Stay where you belong, in my memories.”

Sephiroth – “I will never be a memory.”

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ARCHENEMIES. The UST, why is it so intense every time they look, fight or are even near each other? Why are they always standing so close, why is Sephy always whispering in his ear?

Started as complete strangers who had nothing to do with each other, Cloud admired him, but was forced to kill him after he went crazy and burned down his whole village. Sephy was caught by surprise and intrigued by that. When he came back he became obsessed.

The mind-fuckery, puppet comparison, domineering aura, them stabbing and killing each other more than once.

Extremely toxic, not yet doomed yaoi. Because seriously how many time are they going to come back? Until one is alive, the other one will be too.

8. Solangelo. Will x Nico (Percy Jackson series)

"Nico," I said at last, "shouldn't you be sitting at the Hades table?" (Apollo)

He shrugged. "Technically, yes. But if I sit alone at my table, strange things happen. Cracks open in the floor. Zombies crawl out and start roaming around. It's a mood disorder. I can't control it. That's what I told Chiron."

"And is it true?" | asked.

Nico smiled thinly. "I have a note from my doctor."

Will raised his hand. "I'm his doctor."

"Chiron decided it wasn't worth arguing about," Nico said. "As long as I sit at a table with other people, like...oh, these guys for instance...the zombies stay away. Everybody's happier."

Will nodded serenely. "It's the strangest thing. Not that Nico would ever misuse his powers to get what he wants."

"Of course not," Nico agreed.

Will turned to me. "I apologize for my boyfriend."

Nico rolled his eyes. "Could you not—"

"Would you prefer special guy?" Will asked. "Or significant other?"

"Significant annoyance, in your case," Nico grumbled.

Will and Nico sat shoulder to shoulder, bantering good-naturedly. They were so cute together it made me feel desolate.

"Then, if he has to go... we'll go together."

“But with Nico … It’s hard, Persephone. I want the best for him, and he seems to disappear into his darkness, like he’s hiding in a place where he doesn’t want my light.’

‘Then why not offer him your darkness?”

“Will had kissed Nico for the first time in a moment of impulsiveness, something Nico didn’t know Will had in him. The kiss had been just like this one, short and sweet.

Then Will had pulled away, worry on his face, an apology tumbling from his lips.

Nico had stopped him. Then kissed him back.

In a moment so full of grief and rage and sadness, Will had given him… Light.”

Nico fought against the darkness, against the fear and the cold that wanted to paralyze him. Turning his head took every bit of his energy, but he put his mouth next to Will's ear, took a measured breath, and then said the words he hoped Will would hear.

Three words. A promise of hope. The words tingled in Will's ear. They ignited his heart.

"I love you." And they fell.

“You are the ghost king”, a voice said. I am, Nico thought.

“This is where you belong.”

But then Nico raised his head. Looked at the other passenger. Will, whose face was strained as he reached down with a shaking hand to grab at him.

Nico took it, gripped his boyfriend’s hand tight, and thought, “No. This is where I belong.”

“I remember when I realized … when I knew that this was more than a friendship.’

That made Nico smile despite himself. ‘I remember my moment, too.’

Will’s eyes filled with tears. ‘I think mine is different than yours.’

‘But I know mine happened first,’ Nico said.

‘You were sad? But … did we even know each other then?’

‘Maybe not as close friends or anything, but … but I was drawn to you.”

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Just this. Light and shadow, the sun and the star. A journey about learning to love yourself and overcoming your grief and fears. About how you’re the only one who can save yourself but it’s so much easier and comforting with someone else beside you. The teasing and bickering 🥺

9. Fizzozzie. Asmodeus x Fizzarolli (Helluva Boss)

"Fizz, Mammon didn't do shit. You already were this. You'd be this no matter what! You are the most inspiring demon I have ever known and meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to me. I adore your inventiveness, your attitude, your resilience. And you're just the cutest little thing alive! Also, you are a waaaaay better performer than Mammon ever was, and thaaat's just facts."

― Asmodeus

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Love can overcome races, classes and other obstacles. You may have been through unbearable pain and suffering but it is all inconsequential if you have someone who loves you and respects you at your side.

One of the cutest, fluffiest, most wholesome and precious couples ever.

10. Greed pair. Lawless x Licht (Servamp)

Vampire + Servant, can only drink blood from the one he made a contract with, who gave him a name and gift) & his Eve. Jekyll (Licht Jekylland Todoroki) & Hyde (Servamp of Greed, Lawless, One and Only). Delusional angel & stupid hedgehog.

A story about overcoming the past, grief, moving forward in the present and keep on fighting in order to not have any regrets.

They may be willing to bicker constantly and fight and toy with each other, but Licht was the one who changed him, who made him fight and realise the meaning of greed, who showed him his brilliance and talent and taught him how life has meaning and we are not only listless actors who complete our boring roles till we die.

Licht went from one of his numerous Eves, whose he wold have killed once he became bored, to one of his most important and meaningful connections, the one who helped reconcile him with his family and taught him to love again.

Them co-parenting their game cat! Hyde being jealous of his brother, when Licht plays with and pets him in his cat form.

This couple: Would you jump out of a window if your friend did? Absolutely, without hesitation.

Hyde is the best hypeman, clown, cheerleader. Also the faith he has in Licht’s natural instincts and fighting ability, really would you give a complete amateur a gun when you literally can’t afford to waste even a bullet? Well Licht doesn’t disappoint and succeeds on his first try.

11. Ryusae. Shidou x Sae (Blue Lock)

“I want your ego. Go wild for my sake.”

— Sae

“...Itoshi Sae chose not any of you here, but Shidou Ryusei instead.”

— Ego

“Shidou Ryusei, who even Blue Lock couldn't rein in... We'll finally find out the reason why he was picked... We'll be able to see 'The Egoist Desired by Itoshi Sae.'”

— Ego

“While Blue Lock was unable to handle Shidou, he managed to grasp Shidou's vision and answered in kind with a flawless pass... I'm sure those two are are only just getting started-”

— Isagi

Looks like those two... Are a match made in heaven.

— Aiku

Sae – “There you go, my little demon.”

Shidou – “I love it when you're rough ♪”

Sae – “The time to dream is now, demon. Fall under my spell.”

Shidou – “My, oh my... Am I Cinderella now? I’m falling in love ♪”

Shidou – “I like you ♪ Give me your number later!”

Sae – “I'll consider it if you score a hat trick.”

Shidou – “I'll hold you to that!!”

“Hey Itoshi Sae, that was a nice pass. Playing football with ya is pretty damn fun.”

— Shidou

Shidou – “I did it, Itoshi Sae! I wanna play football with you forever!! With you, I feel a sensation I've never felt before!!”

Sae – “Gross. You have to get that hat trick, remember? Then you'd get my number. Hands off until then, you horny demon.”

Shidou – “Heheh, alright ♪ And If I score ten more goals, I move in with you, got it?!”

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👀🤨. Literally the definition of find someone who matches your freak.

PS. Reonagi. Reo x Nagi

“Nagi is the treasure that I found. And in this match… I'll steal him back!”

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Is it gay to call someone your treasure, cater to his every whim, baby and spoil him constantly, basically becoming his sugar daddy?

Also the break up and drama during the second selection -_-

Reo literally playing loves-me-loves-me-not with his toothbrush.

Nagi starting his evolution because of the face Reo made when he realised they were gonna lose.

And in the end relying on him to make his ultimate super play.

CONS: Too codependent. Need time and space to grow separately.

12. Shuake. Akechi x Akira Kurusu / Ren Amamiya / Joker (Persona 5)

"You don't allow yourself to be enslaved by such things as human relations or past selves... And so, your heart is always free. The exact opposite of mine. To be honest, I'm envious... I wonder why we couldn't have met a few years earlier.”

“All you have to do is stick to your guns and challenge Maruki. Or are you really so spineless that you’d fold over some bullshit, trivial threat over my life?”

“I will carve my own path for myself… I refuse to accept a reality concocted by someone else, stuck under their control for the rest of my days.

“I will never accept this form of reality. I’m done being manipulated. Let’s go back… to our true reality."

"Hey Joker, instead of dying, how about we crush them together!?"

"Joker, if you die now, I... I'll kill you again myself!"

"Joker's enraged? I kind of like it, but that’s not you! Calm down!"

❁✿✿❁

Essentially the see you in hell pair. RIVALS.

The I wish we had met sooner, you would’ve changed my life completely.

The coffee dates, them playing darts, Akechi giving his glove to MC.

Is it gay to give up on the real world, love in a fantasy created by your school counsellor in order to fulfil your wishes and play chess with your dead rival together 💀

Tragic doomed yaoi former reigning champions.

13. Joongdok. Yoo Joonghyuk x Kim Dokja (Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint)

“I am Yoo Jonghyuk.” The coldest and loneliest voice in the world. The sleeping prince had finally woken up from his deep sleep. “And you shall die here.”

“Make me your companion. I can fill in the parts you are missing.”

— Kim Dokja

Gong Pildu – “What is your relationship with Yoo Joonghyuk?”

Kim Dokja – “We are companions separated by life and death.”

「 Incarnation Kim Dokja will be killed by the person he loves most. 」

“Tell me you fool, if I continue to regress will I ever meet you again?”

"Oppa looks happy when talking about that Ahjussi"

"That jerk, he was cute at that time"

"You are acting like a wife"

❁✿✿❁

Kim Dokja was a big fan of Yoo Joonghyuk. He liked, hated, cheered Yoo Joonghyuk on every day for years while he read his favourite novel.

It helped him going through school, bullying, his job, in general. It was his way of surviving. He know his better than anyone else, even himself.

And meeting him in real life might be different than what he imagined, but he still would give everything for him.

Is it gays to die and regress more than a thousand times, go through space and time just to meet your ‘companion’?

14. Destiel. Castiel x Dean (Supernatural)

Dean – “Who are you?”

Castiel – “I'm the one that gripped you tight and raised you from perdition.”

Dean – Right. And why would an angel rescue me from Hell?

Castiel – Good things do happen, Dean.

Dean – Not in my experience.

Castiel – What's the matter? You don't think you deserve to be saved.

Dean – Don't normally see you off leash. Where's your boss?

Uriel – “Castiel? Oh he's, he's not here. You see he has this weakness, he likes you.”

Dean – You made an exception for me.

Castiel – You’re different.

Castiel – “I'm hunted, I rebelled, and I did all of it for you.”

We gave you our trust. Don't lose it over one man.

“When Castiel first laid a hand on you in hell he was lost!”

Dean – “What about Cas?”

Lucifer – “Oh, don't worry. Your pet's safety is my highest concern. Trust me, he's on board.”

Dean – You got to look at me, man. You got to level with me and tell me what's going on. Look me in the eye and tell me you're not working with him... You son of a bitch.

Castiel – Let me explain.

Dean – You're in it with him? This whole time.

Castiel – I did it to protect you.

 Castiel – I won't hurt Dean.

Dean – Yes. You will. You are.

And the Angel tablet... arguably the most powerful instrument in the history of the universe... is in pieces, and for what again? Oh, that's right... to save Dean Winchester. That was your goal, right? I mean, you draped yourself in the flag of heaven, but ultimately, it was all about saving one human, right? Well, guess what. He's dead, too.

Castiel – I'm not good luck, Dean.

Dean – Yeah, but you know what? Sorry, but I'd rather have you. Cursed or not. And anyway, we're All cursed. I seem like good luck to you?

Castiel – “I know. I know how you see yourself, Dean. You see yourself the same way our enemies see you. You're destructive, and you're angry, and you're broken. You're “daddy's blunt instrument.” And you think that hate and anger, that's... That's what drives you, that's who you are. It's not. And everyone who knows you see it. Everything you have ever done, the good and the bad, you have done for love. You raised your little brother for love. You fought for this whole world for love. That is who you are. You're the most caring man on Earth. You are the most selfless, loving human being I will ever know. (he smiles, crying now) You know, ever since we met, ever since I pulled you out of Hell... Knowing you has changed me. Because you cared, I cared. I cared about you. I cared about Sam, I cared about Jack... I cared about the whole world because of you. (sad laugh as a tear rolls down his cheek) You changed me, Dean.”

Dean – “Why does this sound like a goodbye?”

Castiel – “Because it is. I love you.”

Dean – “Don't do this Cas.”

Castiel – “Goodbye, Dean.”

Wha- what's Destiel?

You know, Dean-slash-Castiel. I mean, it's all subtext, but you can't spell subtext without S-E-X.

Dean – “Cas, not for nothing, but the last time someone looked at me like that...I got laid.”

Sam – So what, you like him better, or something?

Castiel – “Dean and I do share a more profound bond... I wasn't going to mention it.”

Balthazar – “Sorry, you have me confused with the other angel. You know, the one in the dirty trench coat who's in love with you.”

Crowley – “...the stench of that impala's all over your overcoat, angel.”

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THE hunter and his guardian angel.

15. Hoshinaru. Hoshina x Narumi (Kaiju #8)

Boyfailure yet still badass, monster in human skin, the strongest captain Gen Narumi & trickster teasing never-give-up vice-captain Hoshina.

Rivals divisions, Naru is still salty from when Hoshi rejected him XD

Still silently acknowledge each other’s skill and capabilities, Naru was one of the first people who saw something in Hoshi, he was also the only one opponent Hoshi never wanted to face in a serious battle.

16. Karashuu. Asano x Karma (Assassination Classroom)

Akabane – “Just come at us like you want to kill us. That's what makes it fun.”

Gakushuu – “How amusing. Then I'll fight with my gloves off too.”

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Academic rivals. The prodigy & the genius. The only ones on their level. Both competitive, manipulative, scheming and prideful. Asano is more serious, technical and by the book. Karma is rebellious, mischievous and spontaneous. Very hardworking when they put their minds to it.

New Year’s birthday vs Christmas birthday.

Is it gay to choose the same high school as your rival because otherwise you’d get bored in no time with the lack of any real competition.

17. Ginran. Gin x Rangiku (Bleach)

“Gin! Where are you, Gin?”

“I’ve made up my mind. I’m gonna become a Soul Reaper and change things. So you… won’t have to cry anymore.”

Rangiku… I couldn’t do it. In the end I couldn’t take back what he took from you. Oh… I’m so glad I got to tell you I was sorry.

"That bad habit you had of always disappearing without telling me where you are going...still hasn't changed."

They’re all moving forward. I should be too.

You’re gone, but you didn’t leave anything to remember you by. I never liked that about you.

But, if you had left something behind, I probably wouldn’t have been able to move on.

You probably knew that about me. Thanks, Gin. I always liked that about you.

(Upon being asked when her birthday is by Gin Ichimaru) "I don't know, I never really counted days until I met you."

I’m a snake.

My skin is cold:

I have no heart. I slither around seeking

prey with my tongue.

I swallow my favorites whole.

- Gin

If you became a snake tomorrow

And began devouring people,

If you roared your love for me.

With that mouth you use to devour people

Could I still say that I love you

As I do today?

→ Gin

"Those who do not know what love is

liken it to beauty.

Those who claim to know what love is

liken it to ugliness."

- Gin

"It is not terrifying

to know sorrow.

Terrifying is to know

you can't go back

to happiness you could have."

- Rangiku

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When you (Gin) always loved and looked out for her (Rangiku), you wanted to protect her and never make her sad. But you also always leave her behind and in the dark, always hiding things from her, trying to do everything yourself.

18. Gale/Gajevy. Gajeel x Levy (Fairy Tail)

Gajeel – It's hard looking for someone so small. So don't leave my side!”

Levy – “I'm not going anywhere...”

Gajeel – “You idiot! You've got to get far away from here!..."

Levy – “Don't you ever say you're looking for a place to die!!”

Gajeel – “That...? That was just, you know...banter! I didn't mean it! Don't be mad!!”

Levy – “I don't want you to die...I want you to keep living, Gajeel... ”

Gajeel – “I'm always the last!! It's so frustrating! So pathetic! But you know... To hell with all that! None of it matters as long as I can protect the girl I love!!!!”

Gajeel – “I really did... want to walk with you... side by side... forever…

After everything I've faced… Having a future with you snatched away from me… Is definitely the most terrifying thing I've ever had to endure. ”

❁✿✿❁

Enemy to friend to lover! He hurt her greatly, then tried to atone and look out and protect her. Slow burn, from respect and interest to full blown love. He is intrigued by how she’s so small but so fierce and smart and helpful, she by how he always cares so much and how he’s growing as a person.

The underwater air kiss!! Also Gajeel tasking his partner Lily to protect her, and him, basically an orphan criminal kid with nothing to his name, being able to imagine and want a future and family with her <3

+ COOKING

19. Aiden x Ashlyn (School Bus Graveyard)

Crazy new kid x introverted antisocial girl. Aiden is so clingy & Ash is still learning how to care about others.

20. Tian Lang x Yao Guang (The Evil Ring)

Literally the ‘I’d let the world burn for you’ couple. Tian would die and kill for him.

PS. Liu Zichuan x Shan Yue

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sycamorality · 10 months ago

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misc broadcast headcanons

broadcasts function like online forums or chatrooms. there are three global lines that any iterator can connect to no matter their location. generally these were set up for theories regarding the great problem, but have since become chatrooms for about any topic. it's common courtesy to have a connection and disconnection message display whenever either action is taken.

there are specific chats that can be connected to for certain topics; history archival, bioengineering, structural issues and repair, art, etc. some lines even share game files or links to broadcasts that were formatted in a way that they'd work like online webgames through some smart engineering! it's common to see connection messages on broadcasts for certain topics, but they aren't necessary if you're just gonna lurk. the webgame broadcasts, also known as 'sitecasts', 'interactable broadcasts' or 'online game forums' depending on who you ask - or 'game forums' for the sake of simplicity, have join messages disabled by default but do display users online, unless a user specifically sets themself not to show as online. users are usually shown with usernames set by the iterators - each username has to be unique, however. it acts like an account. generally, broadcast lines with specific topics are moderated by the iterator that set them up, multiple iterators, or via a voting system that allows iterators to vote on banning or muting [whether permanently or temporarily] another iterator that may be causing issues. the global lines are moderated by a few specific iterators built for communications and moderation, but it is usually common courtesy to moderate your own local group on the global lines and force disconnect them if any issue arises. seniors have a senior signifier next to their name, usually either {S}, {SENIOR}, {LG_I1 LOCAL ADMIN} or {I1 LOCAL ADMIN}. these are optional a can be toggled off by the senior iterators themselves if they wish to not display it. seniors can punish their own juniors, but cannot moderate other local groups.

LG in one of the two latter signifiers stands for Local Group, and the I1 is the sector their local group is located in. usually the signifiers with local group sectors are disabled and never seen due to privacy reasons, but on occasion a senior will have their local group's sector in their signifier, for varying reasons. sectors are an upper case letter and then a number. there are different parts of sectors that are usually split apart like I1nw or I1w for directional locations, or just randomly chosen letters like I1y or I1k.

generally, one's acronym appears in broadcast chatlogs.

[I1_LOCAL] ESoF: so what's for this cycle? FoaI: Lizards, lizards, oh would you look at that, a slugcat, ESoF: give me the damn overseer. FoaI: I don't think I will~ CatM: can we stop arguing?

[GLOBAL_02] CONNECTED USERS - [183] - ACTIVE USERS - [27] FiV: Say, how's that going? FoS: Not all too well, I'd imagine, I haven't heard from him in a while. OttS: A shame, for sure! SE: …Says you. SfaS: We can only hope it isn't another case of rot! FoS: Do you really have to bring that up? ShE: i don't think thats appropriate to bring up after last cycle. SE_2: I think I have to agree with Shared Eyes.

ShE, SE, and SE_2 all share an acronym; they have all chosen to differenciate by either adding a letter in the middle or end, or by adding an underscore and a number. while their names are displayed on the chatline, broadcast logs won't show this when archived, so acronyms are made unique.

[WANDERINGTHERUINS] PUBLIC GROUP - all participants anonymous ToPS: oh! what did you find with your overseers this cycle, Peace? SP: A few old pearls that my overseers scanned for their information. I couldn't get much off them, however. NSA: You could purpose a.. slugcat, was it? To retrieve any pearls your overseers find. SP: i could, i could! good idea. i'll consider.

there are also anonymous broadcats where pseudonyms are mandatory and will show regardless. all participants will be shown as anonymous, but the acronyms of their pseudonyms will be shown in chatlogs.

(small note - all the acronyms here are acronyms of some of my iterator ocs!)

#rain world #yea ok ill maintag this i guess #lorekeeper's tome

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rebelpuff · 4 months ago

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@sensationals

she is SHAKING.

she doesn't know who told her. just information digested before she could understand it. didn't know if it said i got beat up for your dad or ben got beat up for your dad or some other wild variation. only that SOMEONE is looking for the professor , and they're fucking stupid enough to try violence.

the east coast doesn't get it. why the fuck would they ? the powerpuff girls are some halfway distant ideal , heroes this side of the public rarely interacts with because they do their goddamn jobs. their villains don't become GLOBAL threats , so no one has to fucking think about them if they don't want to. on this side of the country , her dad is the famous one — the biochemist who created life. complex , multicellular , powerful life. and even that is only really popular in the nerdy circles. most people know who he is the way people know who alexander graham bell is.

they certainly don't go through secret , undercover avenues and beat people up to get ahold of him. definitely don't beat up heroes to get his attention.

what the fuck happened ?

she didn't bother to get more information over text. there wasn't a linear thought in her brain for that. she's HERE in fucking new york less than a minute after getting that text — cellphone destroyed by the speed , hair wild , eyes glowing.

ben looks like shit.

buttercup's jaw clicks.

someone is going to die.

“ talk , ” she orders. ben knows her too goddamn well to ask for clarification she hopes. she doesn't think she can hold herself together for that. the SMART thing to do would be to smoke out the fucker. gather intelligence quietly and prepare. what she wants to do is tear the entire city apart shithole by shithole until whoever is targeting her father knows she's coming for them. knows they can't save themselves.

#sensationals #👊 ;; ᶜʰᵉᵐᶤᶜᵃˡ ˣ ( universe default )

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gallavichfanficlibrary · 2 years ago

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Hi! Is there any fics about s11 onwards Gallavich looking back on their past. Maybe addressing the issues like Ian’s manic infidelity or Mickey’s internalised homophobia or their trauma? Just feel like we never really got closure for a lot of the stuff they went through

Hi! That's a very interesting ask. You're right with there being zero closure for many important issues. We cheated a bit and mixed in a couple of post S10 fics, because people were really inspired post wedding and wrote a lot of great things that addressed the boys' issues better than it was possible after S11.

This is what we thought of:

Risk - Post S10. Ian and Mickey figuring out marriage, and each other, in the middle of a global crisis.

the moment when a memory aches - Hall of Shame rewrite set in s11.

let's be partners in crime (and bury the past together) - Ian's picked up an annoying habit since they got engaged. After consulting with Sandy and discovering there might be more to it than he originally thought, Mickey resolves to talk to Ian about it.

the things we carry - Ian and Mickey move into their Westside apartment, confront their time apart, and build themselves a future.

You Are Loved (More than You Know) - A look at moments that could have (and probably should have) taken place throughout season 10.

I Held On Tightly As You Held Onto Me - Ian and Mickey talking about 3x06 as mature, supportive husbands. And everything will be okay.

Good, Smart, Amazing - Mickey receives his high school diploma and doesn't know how to accept praise.

Offspring - Mickey is pretty convinced he’s not cut out for parenting. And he married a guy who wouldn’t mind a kid or two.

Stay Gold - Ian finds the shorts. Shiny gold. Skin tight. A little worn in the crotch. Fucking hell.

All You Wanna Do series - Explorations of Ian’s sexual trauma. Ian realizing he’s been sexually abused and going to therapy.

Please, could you be tender - 10x09 fix it. Mickey and Ian finally talk about everything.

#canon compliant #communication #fix it #fill in #missing scene #post wedding #post season 10 #post season 11

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novaae · 7 months ago

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bumi isnt a himbo

may i just say i hate it when people call bumi a himbo and while i know they're doing it out of the simple characterisation of a side character, it always just irks me

apart from izumi, whose position is inherited, bumi is the guy with the most successful career out of the gaang kids, with the most important career in matters of impact on the world

(lin fans do not bring up that nepobaby here, i appreciate her career but try telling me a police chief is a more important job than being a naval commander. ignore that lok dragged her into the korra shenanigans, im talking strictly about her career)

how many international economy altering trade shipments, rebellions and diplomatic journeys do you think this retired commander has handled?

he is the smartest man in any room he walks into, like you tell me that a cop who was dumber than a guy who probably has head trauma from growing up on streets and a monk who's book smart and a hippie is smarter than him. try telling me that.

he is not a himbo, he is incredibly smart and strategical, he is important on a global scale (by his own worth mind you if literally his own dads followers didnt know about him) and he is incredibly handsome and witty and has a sense of humor that can impress an 8yo girl mind you, he is selfless for a shitty family, he is brave, he is amazing.

tldr; he is perfect and making him a himbo erases all and any nuance his character has.

#bumi meta #my post #bumi ii #lok meta

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gravesung-moving · 6 months ago

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BACKSTORY & ANTAGONIST BIOS.

content warnings: homophobia, implied parental abuse (take a wild fuckin guess who warrants both of those)

AMARI FLETCH (they/he), a.k.a. THE TOWER

leader of the unseen (historically known as umbra), a global shadow syndicate quietly nudging politics this way and that by way of bribes, assassinations, extortions, etc. also has a major foothold in the underworld scene of most major cities. elusive is NOT fletch's middle name, as they are a well-known high society socialite known for being unapologetically nonbinary in a relatively conservative, traditional space.

fletch is a soft-spoken, well-mannered and calm individual. they are known for never raising their voice or losing their cool, often able to talk down unhinged or pissed-off people with a simple conversation. when they do lose their temper, it is often in an extremely controlled way, a terrifying outburst of violence bookended by serenely removing and then donning their gloves.

they are also incredibly smart. fletch is an expert at loaded questions and layered statements, their conversations often leaving people thinking about what they said for weeks to come. i call him "the spider" for a reason — they are always working an angle, always spinning a thread in their vast web of influence.

though this is known to no one, it's important to mention that a very, very long time ago, amari fletch gained immortality by cheating death in a game of dice. muses who are directly connected to death might know them or know of them because of this!

touchstones: hannibal lecter, gus fring, olrox

ALLIES: persephone aisa ( @huntershowl, right hand), anah tannar (umbra employee in some verses), korin derege (tensely) ENEMIES: adeodatus damiana (politically opposed — adeo is the well-loved underdog to the tower's established rule)

KORIN DEREGE (he/him)

in modern verse, he is the wealthiest man in shelter island and one of the wealthiest in the world. korin is the CEO of midas holdings, a huge corporation that owns many smaller corporations and businesses, though his largest is midas' consulting company (name tbd). the derege family is old money. they have been around for centuries, said to be composed of a long line of men who ruled their fiscal domain — and family legacy — with an iron fist.

he is also, secretly, a five thousand year old dragon. very few people know this, as it is a dangerous secret given the fact that dragons were hunted to extinction so thoroughly that they faded into legend. nowadays, he and his son carry charms that trick those with magical creature-sense, giving off the essence of human phoenix sorcerers rather than draconic ones.

korin, like fletch, is near-universally feared, though unlike them he is very rarely loved. he is well-known to be classist, catholic in a bigoted way, and homophobic. he rules his family like his company: iron fist, hard delegation, everyone serving a role. his wife, charlie, hasn't spoken a word in over a decade and has largely faded into the background. he had a daughter, but she died. his son, keon, is the sole inheritor of the family's legacy, and korin has his claws deep into the boy's life — keon was created and molded to be an extension of his father.

speaking to korin derege tends to feel like being pulled apart and scrutinized from all sides. it's common to feel uneasy around him, as if he could snap at any second and verbally berate you for simply existing. the presence of other people is an inconvenience at best. but his people follow him staunchly: so long as they perform their role properly, they know their lives will always be bountiful. and it feels good to be on his good side.

in fantasy verses, korin leads the midas trading company, the largest shipping empire in xyz coolworldname. he often serves as a close advisor to an emperor or king, though even in magic-forward worlds his draconic identity is a secret.

touchstones: logan roy, fire lord ozai, omni-man, dracula (castlevania)

allies: keon derege (until a character arc turning point), amari fletch & the unseen (tensely), peter lukas (old-money shitfamily pals), riposte alaric (recipient of korin's sponsorship at school), adeodatus damiana (privately)(?) enemies: adeodatus damiana (publicly/politically), rival mafia clans, competing corporations, most people with a conscience, anyone who cares about keon

ADEODATUS DAMIANA (he/him)

ahhhhh, the politician. see, here's the thing about adeo: he hates politicians. he hates politics. at least, the way they are right now. see, you get together a group of people and put them on a patch of land and they have to live together somehow. they form a society. but in a society, you need to figure out the rules: what's okay to do, what's not okay to do, what happens if you do something that's not okay, how rule-breaking is punished, how rules are regulated... et cetera. so you create a form of law enforcement and you create leaders. every group has a leader. usually a few leaders, so that one guy doesn't get all the power and go wild with it. voilà: politicians are created.

but here's the thing about politicians: somewhere along the line, they stopped caring about the city as a whole. the started really caring about themselves, and about money. the only way to have a lot of money is for other people to have very little. an extreme cannot exist without its opposite. if everyone could be rich and comfortable, nobody would be, right? and because these guys helped make the rules, they thought, of course i should be rich and comfortable, i'm important.

but adeodatus grew up poor. the part of the city he's from has been abandoned by law and government. infrastructure stopped getting funded: dilapidated buildings full of asbestos and hazardous debris, roads broken up and riddled with potholes, entire districts dominated by gangs of technomancers, and behind it all, the fucking unseen, profiting from the chaos — scooping up people with nothing left to live for and making foot-soldier criminals out of them. but every group needs a leader, right, so what happens when yours abandons you? that's what we in the biz call a power vacuum. when a leader steps away, another takes his place, and in the outer ring of shelter island, that vacuum was filled by the mafia. no one else had enough influence, money and power to enforce some form of order.

so now you have a whole half of the city where the little guys live in fear of their shops and homes being smashed up if they don't pay their protection dues — or worse, the folks they love being hurt, killed, one by one. they get desperate. they can't get a job in the ring, because no one pays well enough. they can't go to city-proper for work, because they can't afford to look nice enough to get hired and commuting would drain what little funds they have left. so they start to steal. they're honest men, they are, but they have nothing left — no one will reach out a hand and say here's some stability, so you can rest.

two-thirds of the wealth in this city goes uncirculated. it sits in the hoards of a handful of people who — in adeo's honest judgement — are not always evil diabolical villains, they started out the same way as everyone else. they just got lucky, right? and they wanted to hold onto that luck, that stability, so they grew it and grew it and grew it, and now it's a machine that churns out good fortune.

all adeo wants to do is work with these people to create a little more balance. all he wants to do is reduce the suffering that leads to people feeding the umbral machine, people being led blind into the tower's maw and coming out with blood on their hands. give them a chance to catch up, get jobs, make jobs, get one good night of goddamn sleep. feed their kids without risking their lives to do it. turn the ring into a place where you can ask for help and get it. just redistribute a tiny bit of that unused money — he promises, you won't miss it.

TL;DR: whoops — sorry, got into campaign speech mode there. i hope that gives you a general idea of what adeo's all about: he's a socialist politician primarily focused on creating better social security programs and funding for the impoverished areas of the city by redistributing wealth. however, at the same time, he makes behind-the-curtain handshake deals with the very corporation owners he publicly opposes so that he remains friends with everyone. we can all have a slice if we just work together about it. adeo's point of view on life is that everyone, somewhere deep down, wants to do the right thing for them and those they care about.

his major campaign circuit ran five years ago after he baptized himself and left a life of crime. alas, his opposition to umbra/the unseen (the one organization he couldn't come to an agreement with) led to an assassination attempt that caused a house fire, killing his fiancée and causing him to flee the country — never to be seen again. there were three days of riots in the ring after his exit, colloquially called the exile riots. he left the city as a martyr, and not without igniting a spark of hope in the people he swore to protect. many of the ring's citizens still wait with bated breath for his return.

touchstones: zahir (lok), all might (mha), apollo, [the rest are spoilers for other aspects of him that aren't public knowledge]

allies: genuinely Most People but especially those who have been personally victimized by the unseen/the mafia/crime in general/rich people, korin derege (privately)(?) enemies: amari fletch, persephone aisa (if you know you know) IMPORTANT NOTE: adeo is a tricky character. there are darker aspects of him that i keep hidden because i like immersion and it's always a fun mystery to weave for folks, but would never keep a partner in the dark ooc without their explicit consent.

#ooc.#adeodatus » the politician.#amari fletch » the spider.#korin derege » the tyrant.#starter call.#bio.

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