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xvxblahhhxvx · 7 months ago

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I wanna talk about Odasaku for a second, and his character arc in Dark Era

I love Odasaku, and one of the things I love about him is that he's not just there to be the friend Dazai loved and lost, he's a really deep character who grows over the course of the Dark Era novel, and he learns how to speak up.

I feel like his arc is mitigated in the anime, and I'm not going to be blaming it necessarily, it's just that a book written in first person POV is able to achieve a lot more depth to the MC over the anime , which is forced in nature to take a more third person, observational take to the character.

Dark Era spoilers, obviously.

The first thing I would like to bring up is Oda's personality, and for that, I'm actually going to start this analysis off with using a quote from Beast, of all things, because this was honestly the best description of Odasaku ever.

The best way to describe Odasaku's personality is obliviously perceptive. He's really smart, and somehow a complete airhead at the same time. When you read either Dark Era or The Day I Picked Up Dazai, you can sense this in an instant. How this pertains to his relationship to Dazai in particular is that he sees things. He knows that Dazai is hurting deeply, he's one of the only people who sees past the dark exterior and the child deep within, but at the beginning of the book, he won't say anything. He puts Dazai on this pedestal in a sense, and doesn't believe that his input is warranted, and he says nothing, even when Dazai is a walking cry for help. After listening to Dazai casually admit to a suicide attempt via banging his head against a hard tofu block without batting an eye, that's when Ango arrives and tells him off.

However, the conversation quickly shifts, and the matter isn't brought up again.

The next time someone tells Odasaku to speak up when he's summoned to Mori's office, and is greeted with a rather...bizarre scene. Still, he's a low-grunt of the Mafia, and Mori is the boss, so he lets whatever stuff is going on fly, until he eventually interrupts, ignores whatever was going on, and announces his presence. Which prompts the following conversation:

Still, it's apparent he doesn't take these words to heart, and continues to perceive almost everything, but never comments. However, something soon happens which brings to the surface just how deeply ingrained Oda's reticence truly is.

After Oda was chased by the enemy snipers, most of them had enough holes in them never to rise again. Until one picks up a gun and aims it at Dazai, the enemy executive, all other backup too far away to offer any aid. Instead of trying to avoid it or stop it, Dazai walks right up to the enemy and says , paraphrased "shoot me, please shoot me." The whole time, Odasaku's desperation is palpable, and unlike the anime, he attempts to stop Dazai from this blatant self-destruction by calling his name and then screaming it, thinking that he felt they were a million miles apart. After the ordeal, when Dazai faces his friend again, he offers all his excuses, how he knew the sniper would miss, but Odasaku wasn't satisfied. And this is where we get the first hint at how Oda really feels about this:

He wants to say something. He wants to punch him for the stunt Dazai just pulled, because he sees the truth. He sees the child inside of him. But once again, he's restrained by the apparent gap between them in rank and mind. Another important thing to note is that throughout the novel, Odasaku considers their difference in rank a bigger barrier than Dazai does. He makes comments about Dazai helping him, the low runt in the Mafia, but the executive doesn't care. Here once again, Oda is inhibited by this apparent gap between them, but this scene is also growth for him in the sense that he understands that there's a problem here. Earlier, he passively listened to Dazai speak of suicide, but faced with a barely disguised attempt, with the true demons inside of Dazai's mind, he wants to stop him, to reach out, to tell him that it's not ok. But he can't. Not yet at least.

After a later incident, we're given a flat-out description of Odasaku's philosophy, and why he chooses to remain silent. When the two of them are at the restaurant, discussing the enemy, and when Dazai realizes they might actually be a formidable opponent, he laughs, elated with the notion that perhaps he might be beaten. And that's when we get perhaps the clearest look into Odasaku's mindset:

There's a lot to unpack in this interaction: first, we see how much Odasaku truly cares for Dazai, how much he wishes he could rid his heart of the darkness buried deep inside. But the problem is, he believes he can't. He doesn't think he could do anything, at first, he's not sure what to say to him because what could he say? He doesn't think he can reach him. And then the all important line "What we see is everything, and everything we see, we ignore. All we can do is stand before the deep ditch between us and others and keep silent." The thing is, not everyone sees everything. He doesn't realize this. He's so oblivious, he can't even comprehend that he's more perceptive than others, almost like Ranpo when he was younger. He doesn't know what to do with the information he receives but to ignore it, as he says, to see the distance and remain silent through it. But still, he makes a halfhearted attempt to reach out, but is interrupted when Dazai's phone rings, and doesn't bring it up again.

The biggest turning point is the kids and Gide. Gide, who drags Odasaku, a character who seemed to have the healthiest will to live, into the darkness. By removing all his hope, his proof that he could one day write a novel and give up killing forever, he brings Oda down into the pit of despair that he lives in, the pit that Dazai lives in. Where the sun won't shine again, and all that's left is revenge and then death. This is where the tables turn, and now Dazai is trying to save Odasaku from that darkness that he knows all too well. He tells him useless platitudes, cliches that must have been uttered to him over and over that he knows won't work, but Dazai is desperate to save the one he's on the verge of losing. But Odasaku won't let himself be consoled, and he goes on the suicide mission to fight Gide. And only now, now that he's about to die, now that he's in this place of solitude and despair, that he reflects on Dazai and their relationship.

It's only at the end does Odasaku wish he would have said something. When he understands the darkness, he sees Dazai for what he truly is - a lonely, sobbing child. And it's only after this realization that he should have invaded the solitude does he speak up when Dazai arrives, and tells him to be a good man. Because he realizes that the darkness is going to overwhelm him unless something changes, and with his dying breaths, Odasaku gives over the advice that changed his life, not a way out of the darkness, but a way to brighten it just a little, and make living a little more beautiful. Something only he could understand, having tried to walk that path for himself. It can't be that it never occurred to him earlier that Dazai's mental health may have benefited from a...change in vocation, but he never thought it was his business to say anything before. But now that the darkness has consumed him, that's the final push for him to finally say something and reach out to his friend at the last moment before it was too late.

And though I don't think the anime did all of this justice, the parallels between these moments will always kill me.

#bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bsd #bsd dazai #bsd odasaku #bsd analysis #dark era #bsd dark era #dark era bsd #odazai

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blackstar-liveblogs · 4 months ago

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Last time I did this it was a year ago, but a cubito has reached blorbo status after so long + he's barely talked about on the maintag along most of the Teal Titans. Here I come with blue faction rep.

It's time for a tr!Scott BIG ramble, more under the cut.

I got myself on a mission recently, the mission to watch Scott's POV of The Realm, and I just got done with all the available VODs today (if he was present in-character on more VODs from other streamers while off-stream, I have no clue which ones specifically).

From the get go, tr!Scott's lore is very interesting. He was established as someone who just spawned in, as a giant snail, and according to his own words (paraphrased): ''It's all very cloudy, I know that I felt a strong will to kill you, but strangely the need to distract you with baby sensory games at the same time.''

The three hours of scuffed snail fight with the Teal Titans were applied into his first memories. They bonded over that and he acted upon that since.

Plus, the entire cloudy and mixed feelings/wills during this fight sparked the headcanon/theory of mine that goes: The Keepers brought the people that fought as the snails to the Realm and applied some sort of magic that turned them hostile and willing to kill their opponents. But Scott was able to kinda get through some of that magic, for reasons unknown, which allowed him to bond while that will to murder was not 100% disappearing.

Again, this is not canon nor confirmed, it's my interpretation until proven differently by the lore, if this ever gets brought up again at all. It's a theory based off the books tr!Bekyamon found too and I highly recommend to read them.

Back to Scott, he was automatically sorted to the Hostile Faction aka the Reds. But from his very first day after the snail fight, he was making very clear statements that he had no allegiances at all with the red faction and he felt more comfortable with the blue faction thanks to those hours of bonding they went through. He did not care if people called him unloyal to the Reds or if they pointed out that he spent most of his time with the Teal Titans, because he knew all of this very well himself and was not bothered at all by it.

''In everything but the tab list, I'm blue,'' he repeated many times.

He heard some stuff about the people around him during those first days. When he first met Pili, he pointed out that he committed many murders and crimes, but not in a judgamental way. Scott clarified right there that he only said it as an observation and facts, and Pili did not deny it was true after that.

I noticed that Scott tends to go after the facts of what happened and what people did, instead of buying the first biases he receives at face value. There was some discussion in the game chat back when Krow stole the Kingdom's bell and was killed; people said that Scott was antagonizing his own faction members then (when he still was Red), but I looked at it now and I think: Not really? In the sense of, the intention was not to antagonize specifically?

He wasn't saying stuff out of malice, he was staying the facts as he perceived them: A very important bell was stolen, Krow got killed as a consequence and now responsability was refused to be taken. Scott had no interest in taking the Kingdom's side, as he said himself during this: ''I didn't say anything that wasn't true.''

Of course, stating that someone is not taking responsability for their actions and that the consequences were expected to come with the context provided can come out as antagonizing, so any perception like that is also valid. I only want to point out that the way Scott perceives it it's very interesting.

To add to this, later he heard criticism about the Kingdom having an object that important right there in the open, ready to be stolen, and he agreed to it. At the same time, he didn't understand why other factions cared so much about the Kingdom's bussines, because he doesn't care himself to get involved in those dramas.

Scott wanted to be part of the blue faction and follow his Supreme Leader. Those were his own words. That was the only thing he actually cared about.

The Teal Titans had no trouble to treat him as one of them either. Scott was called an honorary Blue and even participated in their faction-only meetings days before they knew if he was even able to switch.

At the time, Tubbo was not around during those meetings. There was one when Aimsey announced that he was going to arrange a way to invite Scott to the faction, and even a Keeper was involved.

Tubbo wasn't there until the day many Keepers surrounded Scott and gave him a mission to get a Conduit on his own to join Blue.

The chaos of this day was hilarious on his POV:

He could finally switch factions. One person that does not show up often from the faction shows discontent for reasons that he didn't know at all, so he was just confused while Aimsey reassured him to ''not listen to the voices in the back.'' He went all chill on his own to find a map, find the Heart of the Sea, come back and fish. He saw Tubbo and Bad with TNT Minecarts in the distance, tried to eavesdrop, but they were in a group, so he backed away to fish. Both him and CPK decided to go together to see what was up once Tubbo and Bad called everyone over, Tubbo was under his own TNT trap calling for an ultimatum and talking about stuff Scott had no idea about. He watched the situation unfold, until CPK ended up exploding Tubbo and both with Bekyamon went to tell Aimsey what happened. Scott remained very confused.

Back to fishing. He got to make the Conduit, waited with Aimsey for the Keepers and then succesfully joined the Teal Titans.

This day had the positives of showing more sides of Scott's character. He usually acted unsurprised but polite around the Keepers, which started a pattern of him saying that from the moment he spawned in as a giant snail, nothing surprised him anymore and did not want to understand all the unusual things, just go along with the fact that they exist.

He also was trying to read Tubbo's reasonings and emotions to reach the conclusion that he didn't feel him specifically joining the faction was the issue, but that there were a lot of underlying issues that were brought up with this whole situation. In other words, Scott did not feel resentful towards Tubbo, he was trying to make sense of his actions, with other suggestions like maybe Tubbo did not care about his inclusion until it was a potential problem for himself, among others.

Scott got what he wanted, he was part of the Teal Titans. Now he was able to build and chill, or so he thought.

Stuff kept happening on the server, which brought up more about him and his deal.

First, the Pili vs Clown fight. I was interested to watch this from Scott's POV, since I remember reading a lot that Pangi was claiming Scott was making fun of Pili during it, and therefore, wanted to kill him. I had all this previous information of Scott not caring to get involved in the other factions' dramas, not having any intention to pick sides related to that, and only wanted to watch with everyone else. With that context, Scott making fun of Pili, the same way Kingdom members did, did not make sense to me.

Then, I watched how Scott was joking around with everyone else that the fight was taking too long. After the extra hour of waiting for Pili to show up, most of the audience was not willing to take the fight itself seriously past the 30 minutes (and more) it kept going for. Scott did not see anything wrong with this, because everyone else was doing it and he was not making fun of either fighter, but fun of the fight itself taking so long to be done.

In fact, the last words Scott said to Pili were genuine praise for his resilience and that he would have not done what he did himself, which he pointed out as something impressive in a positive way. Pili even thanked him.

He also showed disapproval at the fact that people looted Pili's stuff once he died. Stating that only Fit doing it he would let it pass since he is homeless. Then, quickly decided to leave before any drama could potentially happen after the fight.

He's truly a drama between factions that are not his own avoider. He is not getting in the middle of them.

Then imagine his confusion upon finding a sign with a threat inside his house next time he logged on. He joked around interpreting ''count your days'' literally and questioning how much he had to count, but he overall was very confused and asking what the heck did he do.

I noticed he used to talk with Owen more out of other Kingdom members. Owen acted relatively normal from this POV, up until a certain point.

The day after, Aimsey died and Scott got the intel from Owen, but a very incomplete version + Owen's slip ups allowed him to notice his red flags and did not take his words as the facts until doing some questioning and investigation.

Owen almost said ''anyone who doesn't worship Foolish'' instead of ''serve under him'', and Scott made an uncomfortable/disapproving sound for a second, which is telling of his own opinions about this kind of mindsets + one of the red flags he noticed during the conversation. This kind of opinion is very on-brand of Teal Titans members, he truly fits in.

He questioned how Owen stated his assumption that Ros killed Aimsey, so he went to check the cementary, where all blue members register their deaths, and thanks to Ros, it said that they died by a Keeper of the Realm.

And exactly there a Keeper appeared behind him, jumpscare style. He immediately wanted to ask about it, but the Keeper disappeared before he had a chance.

All of these interactions reflect the pattern of Scott wanting to have the facts of what happened and what people did before reaching his own conclusions. And he holds those facts in a way that he perceives himself as an unbiased party and states the truth of the situations.

Speaking of Aimsey, once he knew, he said to himself that he did not know how to feel about it. On one hand, he had only met Aimsey three weeks ago, on the other, they were a big factor of why he could join blue.

I'm sure there was a bit more there. Scott interacted with Aimsey the most those days and seemed to get along really well. But, at the same time, Scott is a cubito that recently spawned in with no memories prior to giant snail. As CC!Scott said (paraphrased): ''tr!Scott is a very laid back guy. Not in an evil or malicious way, but more like a chill way and slow to make any emotional attachments, since he showed up one day suddenly, like someone being born as an adult.''

The character himself accepted there was nothing he could do about it and it was only a matter of waiting for Aimsey to revive.

If I remember correctly, this same day, Scott was the first one to see the giant eye replacing the moon! And the Observers teleporting around him too! The cubito tries to avoid the horrors, but the horrors find him.

The Observers and the Eye Moon actually got him nervous. First, he made fun of the giant eye, since he could just sleep to get rid of it for the day, but eventually, with the Observers constantly on him, he either tried to ignore them (while being clearly on-edge) or he snapped at them once or twice.

''What do you want?! Make me go crazy?! Is that what you want to do?!''

It was the first time I saw this character react this way, instead of brushing off the situation or acting indifferent. Scott was trying really hard to ignore it and it wasn't working.

Good to know the character is not immune to get affected by the horrors 👍.

A bit after, Scott found Tubbo again, and despite the tension he was displaying, Scott ignored it for the sake of keeping Tubbo company and check the tasks together. He was even joking around with him, and again, was not resentful for what happened before.

Tubbo was surprised that Scott was genuinely helping to complete one of the tasks before he had to be absent for a couple of weeks. Scott made it more than clear that he always had the intention to help the faction with the tasks, and with that Tubbo seemingly accepted him, or at least was chill with his company. To the point of agreeing that, while Scott did not understand why the other factions were so adamant to mess with the Kingdom's stuff, Tubbo replied that the Kingdom has that kind of retaliation coming for them, and Scott gave him the point.

Aimsey returned that day too, and Scott received him in a very positive note, not treating them any differently. But he wasn't oblivious to the changes in behaviour, as proven when later he talked with Ros and admitted that Aimsey was acting more cheerful than usual. Also agreed to keep an eye on him just in case.

Scott did not point it out then, but he did tell himself that he also noticed Ros was very sad during that conversation, which made Owen's statement not add-up even more. So another point for this cube's ability to read people's emotions and actions.

Aimsey confirmed his suspicions that Owen was not telling the truth and Ros did not kill them. Then, Scott moved on to help with the task.

With all of this, it's worth to mention, Scott admitted to himself that he was not willing to grind levels like everyone else to get stronger. Instead, he wants to play the social game, so people are no interested in killing him.

He showed these social skills rather recently, when Freddie showed up to his house, talked about plans to steal from everyone, then found out quickly that his fastest horse was stolen.

Before finding out about the stolen horse, Scott pitched the idea that Freddie could pretend to ''find'' the stolen stuff and return it, instead of stealing it and give more bad fame to the Reds than they already have. He phrased it as a way to get more points in everyone's books by doing something ''good.''

When Freddie left, Scott admitted that he was manipulating him so everyone got their stuff back. He noticed that Freddie was trying to manipulate *him*, but Scott basically uno reverse'd.

Shortly, he realized his horse was stolen.

Scott sneaked around and listened to Freddie saying that, indeed, the horse was there.

Scott went around the Kingdom's chest and his own faction's chests, all to find an Invis potion to steal and get his horse back. He did take a Swift potion, which he quickly used once he realized Freddie was at the tavern to steal from Tubbo, so it was his chance to get his horse back. That mission was succesfull and he went back to building.

The last thing to point out, it's that Scott has a soft spot, or at least a will to help, the people who were giant snails like him. He emphatizes with them, to a degree, but does call them ''giant snail buddies'' with a bit of affection. As shown previously, this does not make him biased towards them, but it does make him find himself assisting them once and again.

What does this left us about tr!Scott as a character so far?

Most of the time he's chill and very laid back, but not with malicious intent. He's slow to make emotional attachments as result of having no memory prior to him spawning into the Realm. He does his best to look for the facts of a situation and a person's actions/emotions, which he uses these truths to remain unbiased or state them as they are.

He's only not unbiased regarding his own faction and if it's involved. Scott is loyal to the Teal Titans, spends most of his time with them and does his best to help them and make them feel comfortable, while also wanting help from them (with items stuff) if he needs it. There's care for them, but has yet to develop deep attachments.

He plays the social game instead of the violence game, this mainly for the sake of survival. His morals are not beyond manipulation to get to the outcome he thinks it would be best or to steal to get what he wants. He does draw the line at some other actions or mindsets that he's not personally comfortable with or approving of.

He's not immune to the horrors, the horrors will find him and he will be unsettled and nervous about them. There will be attempts to ignore them and shut them down.

He's good at reading people whenever he needs it and acts accordingly.

There's a little soft spot for the people who were giant snails like him and he can help them if he's able to.

Most of the time, he's either vibing building or very confused.

In short: He's a complicated cube! And I sure do love those.

This is why he has reached blorbo status, and I wanted to publish this before CC!Scott's subbathon starts and there's more Realm content. Plus, I'm very interested to see if Aimsey's lore gets to affect him in any way.

He does not worry about the beef between the other factions and does not want to be involved, but he can get concerned about the horrors that can affect everyone and himself. I'm very very interested to see how this character will develop from here and if he ever will grow those emotional attachments, and what would he do in that case.

In other news, I finish with more tr!Scott pics.

#the realm smp #trsmp #tr!Scott #the realm scott #character analysis #scott smajor

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seraph-starman · 9 months ago

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admit it | s.w.

pairing: sam winchester x reader summary: sam’s sleep schedule finally catches up to him word count: 1.9k remi’s notes: i had sassy, early seasons sam in mind for this (so you should too !) even though the plot doesn’t match <3 (-2 degrees celcius is close to 28 degrees for our american friends)

You had advised him to wear a jacket. It was raining, and -2 degrees outside as you trekked through the forest in an attempt to retrace your steps and find where the Impala was parked. You had gotten lost after the hunt for the burial site of an angry ghost. Usually Dean was pretty good at remembering where he parked his beloved car, but it was dark when you arrived and this forest was much bigger than anticipated. At the sound of sniffing behind you, barely audible over the sound of leaves crunching in your path and tapping of rain, you stop and turn to Sam. He shoots you a glare.

“Don’t look at me like that. I’m fine. And rain can’t even make you sick,” he says in response to your stare before continuing to walk past you.

“Sure, rain can’t make you sick. But being cold and wet for prolonged periods of time can. We’ve been out here for an hour. And you don’t get a healthy amount of sleep, which can put you at risk for illnesses,” you reply, paraphrasing the article you had memorized just for this occasion as you catch up with him.

“I get plenty of sleep. Trust me, I’m not sick.”

Dean then looks back to you both, shaking his head in annoyance.

“You two are being a real help here.”

Sam rolls his eyes.

“Do you even know where we’re going?” He asks, narrowing his eyes at Dean.

The older Winchester stops and turns back, looking offended.

“Of course I know where we’re going!“

You both stop as you reach where Dean stood, eyes peering through the curtain of rain over the river that stood before you, to the trees that stretched for acres. The sun was rising over the tops of the woods.

“Here,” Sam says, sniffing between the actions of reaching into his pocket and then handing Dean a crumpled map. Dean groans, throwing his hands up before snatching the map from him.

“You had that this whole time?” He asks rhetorically before unfolding the map and turning to face the forest. Sam leans over his shoulder, before turning sharply into a forceful sneeze. Both you and Dean turn to stare at him. Sam wipes his nose as he’s met with both your looks, Dean’s grimace and your amusement. He frowns irritatedly before waving it off.

“I’m fine! Figure out where we are, Dean.”

Dean shakes his head, gazing back over the map.

“I think… that we’re here,” he accentuates with a jab to the river on the sodden map, “so that means that we need to go that way.“

He gestures up a soft hill and begins walking again, you trailing behind and Sam bringing up the rear. You fall into step beside him, lumbering along in Dean’s wake. Up close you could see the dark circles under his eyes, the undeniable consequence of his sleeping habits. Hell, none of you had gotten good sleep in a long while. But you knew Sam had it the worst. Occasionally you’d hear his low-voiced discussions with Dean, spoken only when they thought you were out of earshot. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust you, not at all, despite the teasing and the way he seemed consistently annoyed with you. He hated talking about his dreams, feeling like he was burdening someone with his own issues. Even with Dean he struggled. You’re interrupted out of your psycho-analysis of Sam as he realizes you’re staring. Again, but this time he could see the subtle concern in your gaze. It bothered him.

“What?”

“Nothing,” you say, shaking your head as you turn back to look ahead. You recognize the pullout a few feet ahead, where Dean was already brushing leaves off the Impala. You’d never been happier to see that car, and Sam seems to have a similar sentiment as he sighs in relief.

The ride back to the bunker was quiet. Dean was too tired to put any music in, and the rain had quieted to a gentle tapping on the hood of the car. Cas was waiting when you got back, offering a quick congratulations on your success with the ghost before baiting Dean into another hunt. Sam had relentlessly tried to convince all of you that he was functioning as usual, that he could go with Dean and Cas. He was soon after proven wrong by the hellish coughing fit that followed his lame debate. So now it was just the two of you, and Sam had locked himself in his room with a box of tissues. All the better for you. It wasn’t like you wanted to listen to or take care of an irritated, fever-ridden Sam. You’d offered him some tea to help with his throat before he left to sulk in his room, which he’d accepted begrudgingly. He still refused to accept the fact that he was ill. You had attempted to research for long enough, disrupted in your focus each time Sam came in or out of the kitchen. You finally decided to check on him, whether he liked it or not.

“Sam? I have soup,” you say through his door, bowl in one hand and the other on the knob.

“I don’t like soup,” he grumbled hoarsely from the other side.

“Too bad.”

You push the door open, receiving a huff from him. He was laying back, four blankets over his lap and a fan pushing cold air towards him from a few feet away. Empty mugs littered his bedside table, along with a bottle of aspirin and a half empty pack of cold medicine capsules. A few tissues had been balled up and tossed around the trash can. You held in a snicker.

“Oh, how the mighty fall,” you quote. Sam sighs again, exasperatedly. You set the soup (mushroom) on his bedside table before turning to the TV.

“Love Island? Seriously?”

He furrows his brows at your judgement.

“It’s really not that bad. I mean, obviously it’s fake, but it’s somewhat entertaining. Better than whatever’s on cable, I guess.”

You shrug, picking up tissues and tossing them into the garbage before gathering the mugs, Sam watching your tidying carefully.

“You really don’t have to do that,” he says, turning the volume down on the TV.

“It’s fine,” you reply, carrying the stack of mugs out of the room, when Sam’s voice stops you.

“Can I… have more of that tea that you made earlier? Please,” He asks. He much preferred coffee over tea, but ever since you had made him earl grey, (with a bit of milk and honey) it had become a quick favorite.

You turn and smirk.

“You like it?”

“It’s not bad,” he said, shrugging.

Your smirk remains as you walk to the kitchen and set the empty mugs near the sink, setting the kettle back over the stove. For some reason, you were happy he liked your tea. And that he wasn’t being as stubborn as usual. You had been slightly caught off guard with his change in demeanor, from irritated to benign. After a few minutes of breathing in steam, the kettle whistles, announcing that it was finished boiling. You pour the water into one of the only remaining clean mugs and follow the routine of what you’d made before, when a shadow moving in the corner of your eye almost causes you to knock the still-hot mug over. The thing clears its throat roughly and you realize who it is.

“Jesus!” You say, steadying the mug.

Sam’s eyes meet yours, expression shifting from hard-set to attentive, brows furrowed slightly in concern.

“D’you need help?” He asks, taking the mug and holding it in his hands, looking down into the swirls of milk in the dark like he was searching for an untold prophecy. You watch in amusement as he sips the tea, making a face as it burns his tongue.

“It’s hot,” you add, smiling as he scoffs and sets the mug aside.

“You need to get back to bed.”

He rolls his eyes.

“What, so I have a curfew now?”

There goes soft, polite Sam. You sigh. This was going to be a long night. You usher him back to his room and somehow convince him to more medicine. He lays back on his bed, observing you as you lean in the doorway.

“You just going to stand there?” Sam asks, raising an eyebrow.

You shrug.

“I can leave. You need to sleep anyways.”

“I’m not tired.“

You roll your eyes, when a grin starts to spread across your face.

“Y’know, I don’t think that I’ve ever seen you get sick. Between the awful crap you come into contact with and your sleeping tendencies, you’d think there would’ve been at least one instance. But no. Somehow you avoid any illness. How’d you do it? Bribe a god? Is it something in those so-called ‘health shakes’ of yours? Honestly, it’s a medical mystery. You should be studied.”

Sam listens to your slight ramble, face growing more and more skeptical.

“Those shakes are actually good for you,” he replies.

“Out of everything I just said, that’s what you choose to defend?” You say, resisting the urge to scoff.

Sam rolled his eyes.

You look him over for a moment, before walking toward the desk to pick up the few newer balled-up tissues.

“Seriously though, you should at least try to get some sleep now. Even if you don’t want to. And, you’re probably too fatigued for the dreams-”

As soon as it slipped out you knew you shouldn’tve said anything. Sam looks to you as soon as it comes out, narrowing his eyes.

“Lemme guess— Dean?” He asks, irritation flooding his tone.

“No, no. I’ve heard you talk about them. With Dean. I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, I swear,” you add, “but I’ve heard enough.”

You’re both quiet for a moment.

“You could talk to me about them, Sam. If you wanted to. My opinion of you won’t change,” you say, voice much lower than it was before.

“Yeah, I know. It’s just not your problem,” he says, sucking in a breath.

You sit down in the chair, facing him but avoiding his gaze.

“It can be our problem. All of us. This is really corny, but you’re not alone, Sam. Really.”

He sniffs.

“That was corny,” he agrees, laughing and then smiling slightly, “but… thanks.”

The lamp light cast shadows over his face, and you could see the dimples of his genuine smile. You suddenly wanted to kiss them, a thought that a you’re alarmed by, before it slips away.

“How’re you feeling?” You ask, leaning forward to press the back of your hand to his forehead. He looks surprised, eyes flicking up to yours. They stay there, his lips parted like he was going to say something but never does. You smile, and his smile returns, softer but still present. And despite his runny nose and fever-flushed face, you kiss him. It isn’t rushed, or passionate or lustful or wanton. It’s just a kiss. But it means so much. Finally feeling comfortable. Safe. Needed. He goes rigid for a moment, before finally catching up and kissing back. His lips are slightly chapped, but also soft. You kiss the sides of his lips, his dimples as he grins into you. Then he grabs your shoulders and pulls back slightly, breathlessly, still smiling.

“Fantastic… that’s how I feel. But also- sick. And I don’t want you to-”

You laugh, “Oh, so now you admit it?”

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dreamlandcreations · 11 months ago

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Knowledge and Power (I)

Darth Maul x Queen of Naboo!Reader

Summary: Maul is afraid that he is not strong enough...

Warnings: angst, nightmares/visions/past and possible future trauma, enemies to lovers, implied smut (naked in bed together), hurt/comfort, fluff, paraphrasing the "Let the past die. Kill it, if you have to. That's the only way to become what you were meant to be." quote, ?implied? plotting murder, reader description (long hair), some soulmate-ish/dyad-like stuff at the end, not proofread so probably a mess 🙈

Started for the Sith/Jedi secrets prompt but I guess it works with Death of the self too

A sequel of last year's @maulweek fic, Beauty and the Beast

~ 1,3 K words

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Maul was having another nightmare. There were not many tells but you know him by now. He usually sleeps eerily still, his breathing so calm and hearts so slow that you used to (and sometimes still do) have to check if he was alive when you woke up in the middle of the night, not used to having someone sleep next to you.

The nightmares were getting more and more frequent, and if you were correct, increasingly upsetting too. He refused to tell you about them though. That was about to change tonight!

You shake him awake as gently as you can but still find yourself pinned beneath him but instead of the night's previous loving embrace, he grabs you by your throat, ready to get rid of the threat.

It only takes a second or two for him to realise what's happening but it's enough to cause damage in the already fragile bond between you. He rips himself away so fast you can hardly follow, only barely reaching him before he could leave the bed.

You pull him back on you slowly, knowing that the skin to skin contact will help ground him after whatever he had seen. After a little hesitation, he nuzzles into your neck while pulling you impossibly close, holding you tightly with slightly trembling hands as his breathing starts to even out while you caress him ever so gently.

Lately he has been training you and your handmaidens, relentlessly trying to increase his own power too in his freetime. Something was clearly bothering him and instead of turning to you, he started to drift away, like he was preparing to leave.

"You are not alone. Please, tell me what's wrong," you murmur into his ear, and sigh when you feel him tense up again. "Even if I can't help, it could take some of the weight off you if you would just share."

He leans back on his elbows to look into your eyes, contemplating your words for a long minute before finally speaking. "If I tell you, it will put you in even more danger."

"While not knowing will keep me safe?" You question him with a disapproving frown.

Maul leans on his side, holding his weight on one arm so he can cup your face before he steals a kiss, lingering for a long moment then he parts and answers as he keeps brushing your cheek with his thumb.

"If there is a chance that he will spare you because I have not revealed his identity..."

"Is there a chance he would spare you?"He looks away instead of replying to your rather biting cut in, which is enough of an answer on its own. "I also made a promise to protect you, if you think I'll let..."

He turns back to you sharply, his intense gaze no longer dull yellow light in the dark but glowing flames of almost completely red as he practically growls, "I can't lose you."

Silence. Pain. Paralyzing helplessness. Does he truly think you feel any different about him?

You can hardly breathe as you plead, "Tell me what you dream about."

You almost think he will shut you down again but whatever he sees or feels has him give in, only a little though.

"It is not always the same." He starts, pausing to think just how much to tell you but you don't interrupt or demand more, just patiently wait for him.

The truth is, that it is always the same in terms of how it ends. With death. Only he can't tell you that. So he opens with something less ominous but you quickly connect the dots.

"You will have to go to Coruscant soon."

He is there, you think. The mysterious master who is a threat to you both, no matter how much Maul tries to deny it.

"What if we don't go?" you contemplate your options out loud.

"He will come here."

At that statement your brain races with the pieces of this infuriating puzzle that you already gathered. And then it strucks you. Of course! It has to be...

"No, no, no!" Maul gets up and paces in panic. It is unlike anything you have seen from him so far.

"I killed you! I just killed you!" he chants in desperate cries as you hug your blanket and hurry to him.

"Look at me!" you demand as you grab his arm and turn him to face you. His face kept in place between your palms, letting your covers go while forcing him to do as you said, you try to sound soothing as you weakly attempt to reassure you both, "I'm here. I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere. And neither are you!"

He breathes out a shaky breath and carefully rests his forehead against yours.

"I am not strong enough to protect you," he whispers in defeat.

"You don't have to fight him alone." You remind him as you circle your arms behind his neck, holding him tightly as you keep murmuring, "You are not alone. I'm here."

Once he calmed down a little, you pull him back to bed, letting him get lost in the touch of you again as you aimlessly caress each other. He unties your braid, spreading your hair on the pillows like a halo and plays with a strand as he tries to stay with you in the moment.

"Love, forming bonds of commitment... It is not something either side embraces, right?" He pulls back and looks confused at your seemingly sudden change of topic but confirms your theory so you go on. "It seems to me that you limit yourself to what he taught you about the Force and that is not even half of the things you could study if something is missing on both sides. Wouldn't you agree?"

He doesn't answer but you know he is thinking about it, you can also tell he is not convinced, at all.

You sit up, making him move as well. Keeping the remaining covers to your chest with one hand, you grip his jaw in your other hand as you anger starts to show. "He is the past, don't let that define you! He can't have you! If he has to die so you'll be completely free of this torment then he will die."

"How?" he growls at you impatiently, like you are talking nonsense.

In response you lean in and nip at his lower lip before sliding away and reaching under the bed.

"I was going to give you this tomorrow."

"What is this?" He looks almost adorable as he eyes the package. Turning it around this way and that way like it is a foreign concept.

"A gift," you huff. "Open it!"

He does and... there's no reaction. Literally, nothing. He stares at the ancient books with a strange expression and says nothing, so you start to explain why you thought to acquire them in the first place.

"I hardly doubt he knows about the Jedi ways, maybe you can find something useful in there. Perhaps it will give you a new perspective, maybe even help to find your own path.

With that, the last barriers that he was adamant to keep up had crumbled between you, his soul wide open for you, connecting the two of you through the Force as it was meant to be.

You gasp at the feeling but you don't have time to question him, Maul surges forward, grabbing you by your nape and capturing your lips in a kiss, devouring you with a hunger even more intense than usual.

That night was the true end of Darth Maul, for he was no longer a Sith apprentice in any way. He was on a new path, going into blindly to fully explore the world and the Force anew. He will never let anyone else define his fate from now on, he vowed. Although he still had doubts, he was no longer afraid of the future because he knew you would be with him, always.

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prinzessinpluto · 1 day ago

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Please give the fandom your take on Hongjoong!! Especially if you see him as not as fragile as I see him ( bc I don't want to worry over him lol). Please. I beg. If you would.

You gave me a free pass to ramble about Hongjoong and i fucking ran with it, so i hope you enjoy a whole lot of whatever the hell this turned out to be. Reading it back, I don't know if this answered your question at all, but I had a lot of thought writing it, so thanks again, for asking <3

once again, a warning: this is over 1,000 words long. No, I do not have very many friends and I don't know why you would even bring that up when you can barely even tell ahaha

The first thing i think of when I think of Hongjoong is his passion and compassion. He’s the reason I paid any attention to Ateez at all back when they debuted—I was starting to get into Stray Kids at the time and that took a lot of my brain capacity but as I remember, you really couldn’t take two steps on the kpop internet without someone talking about “the short one with the crazy eyes and manic giggle” (paraphrasing), so I watched an interview (or twenty) and he HIT me with this “even if you stop being an atiny, if you hear [his] name again you can remember you were happy and you were loved by [him]” (again, paraphrasing, this was a long time ago) and that has stuck with me since then. “If you hear my name, I hope you will remember you were loved by me” what a crazy fucking thing to say. Not just “remember all the good times” but “You were loved”. Just shoot me next time, it’ll hurt less.

I know you’ve mentioned this as well, but he really is a very emotional person and that might be why he seems so fragile, but in my eyes vulnerability like this takes a lot of courage and he seems to have a good idea of how to handle himself. Music, for starters is a fantastic way to process emotions, that’s why he’s so good at it. Not just on a technical level but kind of instinctually. He would give the most specific but eerily on point song recommendations that make you wonder if he’s secretly living in your mind, I would stake my life on this. It’s in the way he talks about music and making music, that man knows what he’s talking about because knowing music is like knowing himself.

In terms of his (potential) loneliness, honestly that might just be a “he just works like that” thing. Also, possibly Neurodivergency of some kind. All I can really say about this is that I work in the same way when it comes to friendships; I have a very small number of friends (honest to god can’t think of a time when I ever regularly talked to more than two people at a time, my family not included) but I’m very emotionally invested in these relationships, to the point that it’s bordering on codependence, and from what I heard that can be (can be, it’s not a Symptom, I’m not a doctor, do not quote me on this, Random Internet User!!) a ND Thing. Again, not a Symptom but a pattern.

He also might straight up (lol) just be in love with Seonghwa, at this point it wouldn’t surprise me. This type of “incredibly, almost questionably close “friend” that you may or may not be in love with, who knows, the feelings are too big to describe in terms of romantic or platonic” is, dare I say, a common occurrence amongst queer people. Might be because in the Venn diagram of “people like me” (friends) and “people I'm attracted to” (romantic partners) there is a lot of overlap between those two circles.

Having typed this all out, I’m realizing I’ve basically just confirmed what you said (“Hongjoong seems to generally be both extremely solitary and hypersensitive to me”, yes i am directly quoting you here, it’s a sign of respect where I'm from (yap-city)), but the key difference in perspective is that I don’t perceive this as a “weakness” because he is so good at using this sensitivity to his advantage. Being vulnerable isn’t too much of a problem if you’re surrounded by people who care about you and since he does have this kind of support and he works in a field where authenticity and passion pays off and is encouraged (talking about making art in general, not the kpop industry that works a little different, I fear), he can afford to share these thoughts with the world.

He has the confidence to back it up and stand by everything he’s saying and that makes it hard for someone who tries to use his words against him. Also, generally, a person who’s trying to argue that “you should hide your feelings more” really isn’t anyone worth talking to, in my opinion. And I’d wager Hongjoong would agree with me on that. I don’t think he’s in any danger to get hurt by random people hating on him, simply because he doesn’t care about their opinions enough to pay much attention to them.

If you think about how good he is at navigating social currents (little pirate captain pun, couldn’t resist hashtag sorry not sorry) and how quick-witted he is, he does have the means to defend himself, and fiercely, too. He might not feel the need to do this to atiny (because why would he, the guy is more parasocial than us, half the time) but if anyone ever tried to come for his loved ones, he will kill first, ask questions never. You try and think a bad word about Seonghwa in his presence and see how well he can fight.

ALL THIS TO SAY, you might just not be used to seeing an Idol be so vulnerable but to me, the fact that he’s sharing this at all is a sign that he knows very well how to deal with his emotions. As a fellow Sensitive Person (fun fact, him and I have the same MBTI so if you subscribe to the idea that there are only 16 types of personalities in this world, we are basically the same person) I would rather die than cry in front of a stadium full of people because I do not have the self-assuredness not be ashamed of (the intensity of) my emotions, that’s what makes him so admirable to me.

I would throw hands to defend my friends (and seonghwa), tho. And write songs about how much I love them and how I think they are my soulmates. Maybe that’s why this got so out of hand.

#1k word of waxing poetically about a person i've never even seen in person sure is A Way to spend my day #is this still ateez meta or just the ramblings of a TOTALLY NORMAL PERSON i have no idea #if you disagree..#i guess blame miss muffin?#i'm just here to answer questions (smile)

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la-chacha-gris · 14 days ago

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Things to do on a Sunday afternoon to feel better. Tidying up. I'm not joking or assuming the sexist caricature that makes us look like hysterical cleaners. This story is gender-specific, and I said "tidying up," not cleaning. Spend three or four minutes reading the short text. Trigger Warning: Tibetan mandalas, esotericism, and a kick in the ass for Mari Kondo fans…

The mandalas in your room/Los mandalas de tu habitación...

VS Marie Kondo

Cosas que hacer un domingo por la tarde para sentirse mejor. Ordenar. No estoy bromeando ni asumiendo caricatura machista que nos pone de limpiadoras histéricas, esto a contar es transversal de género y he dicho 'ordenar' y no limpiar. Dedicadme tres minutos o cuatro a leerme el pequeño texto. Trigger Warning; mandalas tibetanos, esoteristas y patada en el culo a los fans de Marie Kondo…

Do you think you're too old or busy to spend a free afternoon sorting through your collections? Take a moment to breathe before answering. It's a free afternoon, you don't have to produce anything, and the series you watch on Netflix don't have a taxi meter paying for your ride. Remember when you were a teenager, or even younger, and you had fewer physical items and fewer obligations? I could spend half an afternoon choosing clippings for a homemade CD cover with an MP3 disc. I could dedicate that entire afternoon to the space above the chest of drawers for my socks. That space was my first library, and those three dozen books that barely fit there were my treasure… and my live-action Tetris, too.

¿Te crees persona demasiado mayor u ocupada para pasar una tarde libre ordenando tus colecciones? Respira un momento antes de responder. Es tarde libre, no tienes que producir nada y las series que sigas en Netflix no tienen un taxímetro pagándote a ti el recorrido. ¿Recuerdas cuando eras adolescente o incluso más joven y tenías menos cosas en formato físico y menos obligaciones? Podía pasar media tarde eligiendo los recortes para una portada casera de CD grabado con discografía en MP3. Podía dedicar toda esa tarde al hueco que quedaba arriba del mueble con cajones para los calcetines. Ese espacio era mi primera biblioteca, y esas tres docenas de libros que apenas cabían ahí eran mi tesoro… y mi live action Tetris también.

I feel silly telling this, but I've learned over the years that it isn't. To begin with, at a young age, that's our meager heritage and an important part of the world around us (still diffuse, with few acquaintances and return home schedules). It represented our tastes, having worked hard to obtain each object in those collections, and these tastes represented ourselves. When you're very young, you know deep down that the order imposed on that small stash is like the constellations of your inner universe.

A while ago, I came across a book by a supposed occultist, more of an outdated hippie who was a fashion victim of traditional cultures, but he wrote very well and made bold analogies between very distant things; it was something too typical of me for me to pay attention to. He said that organizing your records (you know, in times of only physical formats for music) was something very subjective and personal, in the manner I've already paraphrased. Would you arrange them in the order they arrived in your collection to give more use to the less-listened-to ones because they're new, or would you decide to line them up one after the other so you don't forget any to jazz up your space? And if you choose to organize them by musical style, that seems easy enough to say. It's enough to own a Rosalia album (or The Doors if you're older) to drive yourself crazy trying to decide where it fits. Choosing isn't as simple as it seems and is something very personal that can always be revised or completely redone if you change your mind (or your furniture).

Siento tonto esto al contarlo, pero aprendí con los años que no lo es. Para empezar, a cortas edades ese es nuestro escueto patrimonio y parte importante del mundo que nos rodea (aún difuso, con pocos conocidos y horarios de vuelta a casa). Representaba nuestros gustos habiendo costado conseguir cada objeto de esas colecciones y estos gustos a nosotros mismos. Cuando eres muy joven sabes en tu interior que el orden impuesto a ese pequeño alijo es como las constelaciones de tu universo interior.

Hace tiempo llegué a un libro de supuesto ocultista, más bien un hippie fuera de época que era un fashion-victim de culturas tradicionales, pero escribía muy bien y hacía analogías aventuradas entre cosas muy distantes, era algo muy propio de mi como para que prestara atención. Él decía que ordenar tus discos (ya saben, tiempos de solo formato físico para la música) era algo muy subjetivo y personal a la manera de lo que ya les he parafraseado. ¿Tu los pondrías en el orden que llegaron a ti colección para darle más uso a los menos escuchados por nuevos o decidirías ponerlos en fila para ir poniéndolos uno tras otro y no olvidarte de ninguno para sonorizar tu espacio? Y si escoges ordenarlos por estilos musicales, esto solo parece fácil decirlo. Basta tener algún disco de Rosalía (o de The Doors si eres más mayor) para volverte loca intentando decidir donde encaja. Escoger no es tan sencillo como parece y es algo muy tuyo que siempre puede ser revisado o completamente rehecho si cambias de criterio (o de mueble).

What I've said about physical CDs also applies to books. It's just that it can be more complicated with these because the height and thickness vary greatly. And I've even had books with gold lettering, which I mentioned in another post look horrible next to hardcover editions… But what we're talking about applies to collections of anything, even dildos or other sex toys (I suppose). This never-ending activity of giving time and care to your collections was compared by the post-hippie occultist to the laborious task of making mandalas in Tibet. The monks take ages to make them and then undo them. The important thing isn't what the work produces, but the process itself of concentrating on how to represent something internal and even mystical.

Organizing your collections would be like leaving the world behind, like meditation, a way to disconnect and connect with yourself. And you've probably forgotten how good it feels after spending a good amount of time organizing your things to your liking. It may be more mentally impactful to do this with physical objects that need to be fitted or stacked, but it can work with digital files, organizing them into folders just for you. When my mom calls me and I'm pissed off by one of her reproaches, I usually sit on the PC with music playing and update the new subfolders dedicated to having quick-accessible images to answer Asks and more. It works, and today I'm having one of those afternoons to decide to share this.

Lo contado con discos en formato físico vale también para libros. Solo que con estos puede ser más complicado porque ahí el alto o el grosor varían mucho. Y he llegado a tener libros con letras doradas de los que os decía en otro post que se ven horribles al lado de ediciones en cartoné… Pero lo que estamos hablando vale con colecciones de lo que sea, incluso de dildos u otros juguetes sexuales (supongo). Esta actividad que nunca acaba del todo dando tiempo y cuidados a tus colecciones la comparaba el poshippie ocultista con la actividad laboriosa de hacer mandalas en el Tibet. Los monjes tardan muchísimo en hacerlos para luego deshacerlos. Lo importante no es lo que produce la labor, sino el proceso mismo de concentrarte buscando como representar algo interior y hasta místico.

Ordenar tus colecciones sería dejar el mundo atrás como en la meditación una manera de desconectar para conectar contigo. Y seguro que has olvidado que bien se siente tras dedicar un buen rato a ordenar tus cosas a tu gusto. Puede que tenga más impacto mental hacerlo con objetos físicos a encajar o apilar, pero puede valer con archivos digitales con tu distribución en carpetas solo para ti. Cuando mi madre me llama y quedo cabreada por alguno de sus reproches, suelo ponerme al PC con música y actualizar con las novedades subcarpetas dedicadas a tener encontrables rápido imágenes para responder a los Ask y más cosas. Funciona, y hoy tengo una de esas tardes como para decidirme a contar esto.

This is turning out to be longer than I thought (it happens to me a lot), but I said I'd talk about Marie Kondo, and it's important to compare her coaching style with what I've already said. Kondo became very popular a few years ago thanks to an effective social media marketing campaign and a micro-content policy before TikTok and her way of doing things, but it's nothing new. She tells clueless Westerners about the virtues of Eastern minimalism in interior design. You might feel more relaxed in a room with fewer things (not me, my hallway would feel like a liminal space!), or it might be liberating for some to get rid of books you're never going to read again or that you bought but keep putting aside because reading them is an uphill struggle. Kondo argues that having less is more, that you should keep only what is useful and essential. That what you own possesses you, as Brad Pitt said, more handsome than ever in that movie (and two hundred years earlier the Pacific Rim natives saw how modern man lived).

Me está quedando esto más extenso de lo que pensé (me pasa mucho) pero dije que hablaría de Marie Kondo y es importante confrontar su estilo de ¿coaching? con lo contado. Kondo se hizo muy popular hace unos años por una eficaz campaña de marketing de redes sociales y una política de micro contenidos antes de Tik Tok y su forma de hacer las cosas, pero nada nuevo es. Cuenta a despistados occidentales las virtudes del minimalismo oriental en interiorismo. Puede que te sientas más relajado en una habitación con menos cosas (yo no, mi pasillo parecería un espacio liminal!) o que sea una liberación para algunos deshacerse de libros que no vas a volver a leer o que compraste pero que vas y vas dejando porque leerlos se te hace cuesta arriba. Kondo defiende que tener menos es más, que debes conservar solo lo útil y esencial. Que lo que posees te posee como decía Brad Pitt más guapo que nunca en aquella peli (y doscientos años antes los nativos del pacifico al ver como vivía el hombre moderno).

When I talk about today's topic here, someone always came up with the damn Marie Kondo. And look, it doesn't matter if your collection has 30, 300, or 3,000 copies of whatever, that speaks to your collecting, but what I've said applies just the same. For Kondo fans, a book they've already read or an album they've stopped listening to should be treated like a used condom. But I'm not like that. I have duplicate books because I like old and/or unusual editions, and I also keep books I didn't like because they're a gift that reminds me of someone or a special time in my life. Don't let that Kondo come near me. Leave me with my mandala house and my therapy of organizing things so I can get myself organized inside when something stirs my soul. I'm like that, and I warn you that if Kondo opens the underwear drawer, she'll have a fit. We all have things that are very impractical or only for very special moments that rarely come along; that's part of the charm of those things.

Cuando hablo del tema de hoy aquí, siempre me salía alguien con la maldita Marie Kondo. Y mira, da igual que tus colecciones tengan 30, 300 o 3000 ejemplares de lo que sea, eso habla de tu coleccionismo pero lo que he contado se aplica igual. Para los Kondofans un libro que ya leyó o un disco que ya no escucha debe tratarse como a un condón usado. Pero yo no soy asi. Tengo libros repetidos porque me gustan las ediciones antiguas y/o peculiares, y también guardo libros que no me gustaron porque son un regalo que me recuerda a alguien o a una época en especial de mi vida. Que no se me acerque la Kondo esa. Que me dejen con mi casa mandala y mi terapia de ordenar cosas para ordenarme por dentro cuando algo me remueve el alma. Soy así y advierto que como la Kondo abra el cajón de la ropa interior le da un síncope. Todos tenemos cosas muy poco prácticas o solo para momentos muy especiales que rara vez se dan, es parte del encanto de esas cosas.

#cebracosas

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 1 year ago

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Okay for another rec. I know you are busy but I need to send you this before I forget it in like 20 minutes

Tangerine x reader smut and fluff?

You work with the Twins and over time you and tangerine develop a FWB sort of agreement. That is after missions and assignments you two always end up in a safe house where you blow some off some steam and come down from whatever hell you just went through.

After one smutty unwinding sesh, you can tell tangerine is still tense but exhausted. So without words you arrange yourself on one side of the bed and guise his heavy body to lie on you for a cuddle, you show him that it’s okay to be the little soon. You gently run you fingers through his hair and calm him down more eventually falling asleep. From then on, it’s rare and he won’t say it out loud but you know when he needs to to be held.

Im a sucker when guys are never used to that type of comfort. Never knew they can be the little spoon, or your weighted blanket. Like they are touch starved so when you show them that affection they are like WTF?! but melt into it.

frickin love LOVE love fics like this omg!! he so deserves it. thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌

GIVE IN TO IT.

tangerine x implied fem!reader — fluff/ comfort

word count. 453

summary. he’s not used to being the one to receive affections, so you take it upon yourself to change that after noticing he looks down (paraphrasing from the ask)

Tangerine is very rarely the kind of guy that’s open about the way he feels, about what is actually going on in his head. He often brushes off concerns and questions, dismissing any kind worry as he felt it wasn’t worth the hassle.

You learnt rather quickly through your no strings attached agreement, that he’s almost reluctant about being the one to receive love and care, and that he’d much prefer being the one to give. And though you both promised nothing else would come of this situation – that it would strictly remain physical, you couldn’t help but want to be the reason to let down his guard. To let him absorb that love he ever so clearly needs.

Safe houses after missions were the prime spot in which you’d both let off some steam – delve into your purely physical relationship.

But tonight, you could tell something was different with Tangerine.

After you both finished, he wasn’t like his usual self: he didn’t bring you in for a cuddle, he didn’t jump at the offer to clean you up, he didn’t paw at your hips – begging you to stay in his room for the night. He kind of just layed there, catching his breath, absentmindedly staring at the ceiling above.

It was a worrying sight really, and it wasn’t something you felt equipped to deal with. You’ve never had a chance to learn how to combat it before.

You knew he was tired, exhausted even. He looked as if something was weighing him down, like something was on his mind.

And so, you scooch into his side, slipping an arm under his neck – like you were repositioning him, silently instructing him to turn into you. At first, he’s rigid, almost reluctant to cave in.

But when you hum softly, it only gives him that push he needs to give into the touch. He rolls over so he’s on his belly, half of his weight resting on your side – the other half on the mattress, his arm draping across your middle.

You envelop your arm around his head, palm soft and gentle as it grazes over his hair, like the act was solely to soothe him. You other wraps around his back, stroking up and down his smooth, bare back, following the curve of his spine.

He sighs faintly at the touch, a gentle blissed exhale telling you it was what he needed. He just needed to be held, even if he didn’t know it himself.

And as you lovingly stroke him to sleep, soothing and calming and winding him down – you knew you had just passed a line. Past a point of no return in your sexual agreement.

Clearly, this was something more.

#tangerine #tangerine x reader #tangerine comfort #tangerine bullet train #tangerine x you #tangerine fanfiction

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ohsonewtome · 3 months ago

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idk why my hyperfixation spiked today but i’m so intrigued with the logistics behind the reunion 😭 i can’t even concentrate on work lol i know in the end it all worked out BUT STILL

jan 2023:

noel’s divorce, liam makes his “my-brother-is-getting-divorced” playlist, “how are you and your kid getting along these days?” “oh, brilliantly! genuinely, yeah, apparently he’s taking the rest of the year to figure himself out” - noel interview (i’m paraphrasing and i’m sure he was talking about liam’s double hip replacement)

end of jan 2023:

peggy’s birthday, paul uploads a picture of a cake with three hearts on it, liam’s double hip replacement surgery

feb 2023:

“he’s coming over later to wipe my arse and change the bedding he’s a good lad really” - liam about noel visiting after his surgery (this might be true or might be liam’s wishful thinking idk)

march 2023:

after a tweet where liam says a reunion is happening noel said on a radio show “liam should get his people to call my people; they know who they are, they know where we are. stop talking on the fucking internet, and let’s see what you’ve got to say.” the first time of many he’d said the same thing (sometimes he’ll refer to liam as a coward “he knows what would happen if we were in the same room”)

HERE is where i’m guessing things got a bit… gallagheresque

may 2023:

noel goes to talkSPORT and says the same thing liam should call him blablabla someone tweets liam this and he responds “fuck him he don’t call the shots no more bumbaclart”

another person tweets at him telling him that noel called him a coward and liam responds “he’s the coward who wishes aids on people and doesn’t show up to play music for his hometown after a tragedy you want more cunty boll” which OKAY liam used to make the same argument when trashing noel in 2018/2019 but we’re talking post pandemic post “oh brilliantly, genuinely, yeah”

after those twitter exchanges he goes and tweets “i don’t wish AIDS on people I turn up and play the MUSIC for the people of MANCHESTER who have just had a terror attack while you sit on your dingy sipping champagne and you got the audacity to call me a COWARD sit down you 🛎 end” somebody replies “reunion dead in the water” to which liam responded “reunion he hates oasis fans he’s full of shit” after that he replies to another tweet of someone telling him that is NOEL who needs liam and not the other way around “exactly soon as the witch 🧙‍♀️ has took HALF hell be the 1 doing the calling”

after that noel continued answering the same thing anytime oasis/liam was brought up in any interview and liam continued his standard liam behavior on twitter ALSO noel was still going through with his divorce (custody, alimony, etc)

which brings us to 2024:

jan 2024:

liam and john squire give a bunch of interviews to different outlets regarding their collaboration speaking to the guardian in 2024 liam still talked bitterly about the end of oasis “after Oasis, I could barely tie my shoelace let alone run my business. All that was taken away, but little Noely G had it all.” and gives this quote that i found interesting “I know I’ve been humbled. And thank fuck for it because it’s made me a better person. But he’s not. He’s still going round thinking he’s the man, but we’ll see.”

and things remain kind of the same until march 2024 when liam and john went to the jonathan ross show and his behavior was very VERY interesting when he got asked about speaking to noel (good interesting, lots of smiling while denying talking to him “haven’t talked to him for … 15 years ? 😀)

and then blablabla “no one sounds like rkid” , “this one’s for my little brother who is still playing hard to get”, “liam’s like a shot of tequila”, “i never did like that word former” and then BANG reunion

everything worked out okay in the end and we got the reunion but WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED FROM MAY 2023 to JAN 2024 ahshsksjndnddbdbs i guess we’ll never truly know

EDIT: we probably do know, noel didn’t let liam use oasis songs in his Knebworth 22 documentary that was released in 2023 lol sorry i just scrapped that whole period from my memory

#sorry for the long ass post it’s been a slow day at work lol

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1moreff-creator · 9 months ago

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DRDT CH2 EP15 First Impressions

46 minutes. Closing Argument inbound.

It’s time.

Spoilers for CH2 EP15. CW: Hanging, murder, references to eating disorders, strangling, blood and wounds.

I actually wasn’t home when this started airing, but I got there literally five minutes after the hour so… Wee!

Before I jump in: I think the time frame of 46 minutes points to Ace NOT being the culprit, since it feels too long for just him, but it’s impossible for us to know yet. I’d say I still think he’s more likely than Eden, but only barely.

Ace: “Are you kidding me?” Isn’t that a different sprite from the end of Ep14? Hilarious if true.

“That’s so inane-“ Big vocabulary words!

Eden: “No… It must have been Ace. The more I think about it, the more I’m sure.” GIRL WHY ARE YOU SO SUSPICOISY?!?! (<- I noticed the typo but it illustrates my mental state atm).

“He was the one stalking me!” Huh? Wait so that wasn’t just Teruko? Wait wait wait how long does Eden think Ace was stalking her for?

“I always had the feeling that someone was following me around.” For how long? Ace was unconscious in the referenced scene!

[Rose agrees with Eden] Everyone’s jumping too fast I don’t think Ace is the culprit chat. It might be Edenover actually.

Ace: “That was not me, and you have no way of proving it.” I know! Everyone’s jumping way too fast to this conclusion!

Teruko: “There’s a very narrow window when the fish could’ve been taken” (Paraphrased). FISH ALIBI! But it’s way too early to be decisive, there’s forty fucking minutes left. Still, I want to know; Nico, did you eat with Hu and Eden or not?

“Any earlier, and Nico would have noticed the missing fish.” How many people know about Nico’s account btw?

Veronika: “And isn’t that why you took the fish at all? To frame Nico?” Yo that’s what I thought! Vero and I think alike! (<- This means bad things for me).

Veronika: “Yes true.” Look at that little smile :)

[J and Levi discuss Ace’s mindset to take the tape] Yeah this is the hardest part for Ace!Culprit.

Eden: “He did run off very quickly…” asjgeb (I’m losing the ability to form coherent thoughts).

“Ace had a whole day to figure out the murder.” (P.) Me and Teruko think alike again!

“Why *were* you in the gym…?” I’ve heard this question before! Teruko thinks like thebadjoe! Different context sure but they’re both smart so it checks out :)

[Levi rebuts] Yeah… the tape-taking’s still weird.

Ace: “…” Ooh, someone’s still feeling things at being defended by Levi!

“No one can prove this but yourself.” True, that’s the main issue with this line of reasoning, and why I haven’t been putting much thought into it.

“…you took the tape for first aid.” ivibells thinks like Teruko! (Check comments of linked post). Was not expecting that particular line of reasoning to show up. I wonder if Teruko’s been forced to use tape for first aid in the past? Would make sense.

“I do it all the time.” Oh yeah she does lol. Shit that happens with this format of reaction post :p

“Devil’s Pubes” Okay funny, but is “Devil’s Proof” a commonly used term? Reminder to me to look into a thing.

{Looked into it. Yes it’s a commonly used term. Proceed as normal}

“(visibly shaking)” New Whit sprite! Also super funny.

“Tch…” Ooh… New Ace sprite! And it’s cool!

Interesting lines around here, just don’t have much to say.

Teruko: “Show me your neck scars.” What the fuck is she cooking?

Ooh, now Ace is looking super sus…

There was blood on Ace’s hand, not just a saturation glitch! Good catch venus-is-thinking and accirax!

Teruko: “Even if you’ve been pretending that you’re fine, it still hurts. Right?” No genuinely where the fuck is she going with this.

I noticed this in the last episode too, seems like the dev’s grown fond of chest closeups for emotional moments. Interesting!

“…you would know to tape Arei’s hands…” Teruko this isn’t evidence. Like, you may be 100% right, but this isn’t evidence.

“That’s the dumbest bullshit I’ve ever heard!” Honestly yeah. Teruko’s reasoning here is sorta crazy.

“You seem stressed. They’re only wounds.” Veronika is being a good ally to Teruko out of nowhere but we love to see it.

Yay unhinged Vero laughter! I love that voice clip.

Nico: “…” “Sorry” as a voice clip? Huh? I thought they weren’t sorry-? I’m confused, I’ll maybe look into it after we get through the main event.

Also the more time passes without explaining the pieces of evidence left, the worse it’s looking for Ace.

[Teruko backing down.] Actually pretty cool character moment. Yeah she would understand almost dying sucks, and with the way things are going, her word would always go kinda uncontested at this point in the trial.

Ace: “Woow, Ace is actually being helpful!” The sass is immaculate. I have no idea where this trial’s going yet!

“There’s something wrong with thinking the murder was done to frame Nico.” (P.) Oh shit is he gonna bring up the fact that taking down the pulley system and hanging Arei from the swing set makes no sense in that context?

“There’s no way I could have accessed turpentine…” Ah, so not that. Bad line of reasoning my guy, imo. Still curious to see the answer to this debacle.

Hu: “You’re always attacking Nico like this!” Bro.

Nico: “I still have the turpentine in my room. I’m sorry.” Kinda huge. Also, they did apologize to Rose when they didn’t apologize to Ace. Nice character building and huge W for the Rosenico enthusiasts.

“Obviously.” First David line and he’s already calling someone an idiot! Fun stuff.

“I-di-ot.” Why does David get so many good lines?

“You are a jockey. And that’s a fact.” Charles with the groundbreaking revelations!

“That means you strong.” (P.) Yeah according to strength chart the guy is the third strongest cast member. Even above Arei. Hmmm… Foreshadowing or not?

Ace: “If it wasn’t arm wrestling against Xander, nah I’d win. Wait that’s not the point!” (P.) Fucking hilarious character this guy!

“You could have strangled Arei unconscious.” (P.) Yeah I never got the argument that turpentine was required for unconsciousness. The hanging would have covered wounds on her neck.

“Full offense, but Ace is too much of a wimp to kill with his bare hands.” (P.) David’s funny and that’s not new. What’s also not new is him being confusing even when he’s not actively stirring up shit. Do you want to lose the trial or not? Do you think Ace did it or not? Why are you like this?

Charles: “Your [David] input is unnecessary.” I’m gonna miss Charles when he gets poisoned by strychnine in CH3.

Interesting discussion around this part, I just don’t have much input and it’s been an hour and I still have 30 mins of video to go :v

Nico: “Why was Arei hanging from the swing set?” Thank you.

Teruko: “Pinning the crime on Nico is plan B but also the main plan.” (P.) I figured, but how smart are we assuming Ace to be again?

Eden: “Is Ace even capable of doing a feat of strength like that?” And THAT’s innocent behavior. It MIGHT be Aceover.

[Eden continues defending Ace] It’s Aceover.

“If you can talk, the neck wound isn’t so serious.” (P.) We’re back with another round of “character speaks with way too much authority about something super weird!” How many neck wounds have you seen, Teruko?

Rose: “Isn’t Ace kinda weak?” Why are we roasting him- Never mind it’s Ace he gets roasted daily. Proceed.

“He was beaten by Xander-“ Yeah ‘cuz Xander’s a freak- “and he’s small and doesn’t eat a lot.” (P.) Uh… Rose… did you forget what his secret was or did you not realize that this might be a bit insensitive?

J: “Seconded. He’s a scrawny little guy.” While dunking on Ace is kinda funny, if Ace can’t hoist Arei up with the spinny thing, then we’re kinda fucked unless Levi!Accomplice rises from the ashes from out of nowhere.

J: “Isn’t Ace… too stupid?” I love that this is an actual argument that not only the fandom used, but the characters brought up as well :p

Ace: “…” PFFT-

The voice acting in the following section is fucking fantastic all around. Also Ace accidentally fucking himself over out of anger at being insulted is hilarious.

Ace: “…What?” Another new sprite, and I still have no idea where this is going in terms of culprit! How?!?!

Again all the voice acting is just fantastic. And also this is kinda funny.

Charles: “I disagree with Ace.” Yeah “he’s weak and stupid” isn’t great reasoning.

Whit: “Plus you call me stupid all the time.” Charles tsundere confirmed?! (Trick question: It always has been confirmed).

Charles: “When other people [judge with intelligence bias], it truly gets on my nerves.” Interesting character tidbit here, wonder if there’s a bigger reason for that or not.

“I’m the only one reasonable enough to do that.” (P.) Oh there was a reason PFFT-

“Will you test his IQ…?” (P.) Charles really hit them with “nice argument senator, why don’t you back it up with a source?”

[Charles and Levi team up to explain jockeying] Interesting team up, and good points! I guess Teruko’s been hogging that brain cell a bit too much these last few episodes, so it makes sense for it to be Charles’ turn, huh?

Whit: “The Kuning-Dooger effect…” Charles: “Not what it’s called.” HHAHAHA!

Charles: “Ace is the killer. Don’t refute me unless you like being incorrect.” (P.) Wow that is certainty goddamn!

“Then simply do not be wrong in the future.” Yo why’s he so funny for?

My brain is kinda fried as Ace and Levi continue to argue the point, but “between you and me, we both know who’s really a murderer” is kinda crazy.

[Non-Stop Debate] WOOO!

[Truth Bullet: Laundry Ball] Oh? Are we gonna talk about getting the rope over the rafters? Or am I wrong to assume that’s how this was used?

“In the context of Nico’s murder” (P.) Love the little arrow to Nico xD

“Nico hung Ace by stepping on a stepladder…” (P.) I think I know where this is going!

[Truth Bullet Fired] YEEAH BABY!

We’re putting the image in a fifth post! >:D

“If you starch it up with laundry starch…” (P.) Aww… there goes thebadjoe’s idea on the starch. I kinda liked it, but this makes sense too. At least I called it as a possibility in that post I linked before! Kinda…

“How could I have thrown it?” (P.) Slingshot idea coming in? I don’t know how the episode still has like twenty minutes left if that’s the case. Maybe the Closing Argument is much longer than I’m expecting?

Arturo: “But there’s other evidence you threw it up there.” Oh yeah I kinda forgot the lights were part of it :v

Ace: “Bullshit.” It’s Aceover. Breakdown! Breakdown! (<- Reference to the theory that the JoJo’s song from the playlist refers to Ace).

The Ace shouting scene (that doesn’t narrow it down but you know what I mean) is fantastic, since the voice acting is on point as usual. We’re really spoiled in that aspect. And Ace’s victim complex is on full display, it’s really cool.

ARGUMENT ARMAMENT?!?!?! OH IT’S SO OVER! The art is really cool! :D

By the way, I’m gonna call that the final attack will be the elastic band thing Ace took from the gym in CH2 EP2 for the slingshot idea on the ball of clothes.

All the lines here are pretty standard, but I like them!

[Using a slingshot] Wooo! Last minute theory was correct! Shoutout that Reddit user who figured this out around the same time I did (again linked in the “select two” post I’ve already put a link to). Great minds think alike!

Teruko: “It’d be impossible for anyone to throw the weight…” (P.) Yeah right who would believe such a thing (<- Genuinely argued Eden could have potentially done it).

“Specifically, you could have made a slingshot out of this.” [Shows elastic band] Teruko where were you keeping that? Up your ass? Who brought this to the trial room?

[Levi explains, mechanism shown] Oh that mechanism makes significantly more sense than anything I was coming up with :v Still got three main idea though!

Ace: “You’re lying to verify Teruko’s made-up story!” Oh oh, someone’s desperate…

By the way the glove has yet to be explained and I find this very funny.

Ace: “Where would I have stored the water jugs?” (P.) …In the playground with literally the entire rest of the mechanism?

“SHUT UP, ACE!” SLAY TERUKO!!!

“We determine who lives and dies by majority vote…” (P.) New sprite? New cool sprite? Also, this line reminds me; do y’all think Teruko will received two votes again? I think she will.

“The point of the trial…” Also a new sprite I think? And I’m loving Teruko here, but how is this gonna lead to a Closing Argument? :v

“Are you silent now?” So many new sprites! New Ace sprite right after too.

[Ace giving up] Didn’t wanna comment because augh… this hurts… My heart goes out to all you Ace stans out there. I know you guys have a reputation as some of the most dedicated fans around, so I hope y’all are doing alright. I liked Ace quite a bit too, so this also hurts a lot on my end, but damn…

“Who do you think I am, you?!” Well at least he got one last good shout at Hu in :,D

Veronika: “What do you mean?”

Ace: “I’m definitely gonna die if I don’t escape. Everyone hates me, right?” (P.) Oh, wasn’t Veronika who told him that? That constantly picking fights would get him killed? I wonder how she’s gonna feel about that, if it’s explored. Genuinely curious, Vero’s hard to read.

“Veronika was right.” Yeah I really should let the dialogue play more often, huh :p? What I said stands though.

“A part of me wishes Nico had succeeded.” (P.) AGH!-

“But still!” New sprites going crazy!

This entire trauma dump is more or less what I imagined Ace’s motive would be. Super sad still, goddamn I can’t wait for his Bonus Episode if he gets one. My guy needs to talk to Good Person Mai stat.

“…I’m a coward who can’t fight my own fate.” FATE THEMES GO INSANE!!!

Eden: “But that’s so selfish!” Man I’m actually really glad I can stop reading Eden’s lines with suspicion now. I always kinda felt bad about it even if I thought the evidence against her merited it :v

[J’s response] You know, accirax and venus have been counting the amount of times J has been anti-murder and they were (as usual) cooking hard. I don’t know why she gets all the “murder’s bad” lines, but it helps build my “J will become primary support” agenda so.

“I know that.” Auch.

“Arei… She was a piece of shit, too.” Is he about to reveal he heard the last of the Arei-David conversation.

Also “good person” drop! Probably one of the last of the chapter!

“But at least she was trying. […] I really am a piece of shit, huh?” So. Much. Pain.

“Oh my. How tragic.” Holy shit Veronika smiling after no one denies Ace sucking is crazy. I know it’s far from the most concerning thing she’s done but this feels so sinister. I guess she doesn’t even care that she might’ve planted the idea of murder in Ace’s mind, huh? I love her <3

“… just vote already!” Are we even gonna have a Closing Argument at this point? Who the hell is gonna ask for a full recap? Eden for the memory of Arei?

Teruko: “Allow me to go over the case…” Ah alright. Protag knows she’s gotta protag I guess xD

“Sorry. But it has to be done.” Okay she actually has trope knowledge what is this.

4 Minutes for the Closing Argument… about the same as last time I think? Maybe a bit shorter?

Also the glove is just straight up not going to be explained huh. I imagine the scuffs on the floor will be shown but you know.

[Ace overhearing Eden+Arei] Btw I know some people missed this: the note sent to Arei explicitly mentions what secret Eden got, which didn’t get brought up in Arei-David. Yes, Ace has to have overheard both of them.

“He was originally planning to kill Eden.” …Nice argument senator why don’t you back it up with a source?

Like genuinely where did that deduction come from? Again, Eden never said how long she felt she was being followed for. It could have only started after this. It’s apparently not wrong, but it’s still a pretty large assumption on Teruko’s part.

[Mechanism Images] Yoo high quality ball over the rafters picture!!! It became canon!!!

[Jug picture] Oh that’s how that worked. Yeah I always had a bit of trouble imagining exactly how the jugs would have been tied to the rope.

[Arei follows the note] Oh she went out without her glove! She just never put it on that morning! For no particular reason! That is the funniest possible conclusion to that particular mystery xD

“Ace cut her free…” …With? I guess he just bit the rope lmao. (He probably just had like a knife or something.)

[Ace over the swing set] PFFT- Okay to be honest, the question of “how do you even physically get Arei up there?” had always bothered me a bit (it’s a lot harder than you might think to visualize), and I was expecting it to be a kind of “don’t think about it too hard” situation. But seeing this as the actual solution is fantastic.

[Trial Close]

Wait are we not gonna talk about the- the scuffs on the floor? I- Wait- How did-

I guess I was right to just assume they were supposed to be a vague indication of struggle as opposed to anything more specific xD

General Thoughts

I feel a sense of… weightlessness. It’s over. The mystery’s over. Levi!Accomplice, Eden!Disguise, J-Arei Swap (I’m assuming that’s dead don’t quote me on it), J!Culprit via the screening room with the remote, “David manipulated someone into murder,” all the other theories that came of this… all shall pass on as fun AU ideas that never came to be. Alas, Ace!Culprit reigns supreme.

The episode was awesome. Less of a roller coaster like the last few have been, more like a linear plunge into sadness. I’ve run out of words to describe how incredible these episodes are, but all the praise I gave the other episodes applies to this one as well.

The star is obviously Ace, and man, despite how horribly sad the Ace fans must be feeling, at least we got fed this chapter. Genuinely felt bad for him even though as J said what he did is pretty unjustifiable. So many interesting things to explore all around for him, and quite a few other characters as well. Just… a feast. I’ve been considering making a fully cohesive post talking about the entirety of CH2 PT2 in more detail than I’ve gone over in these reaction posts, and I’m pretty sure this episode cemented that as a really solid idea.

Theory Discussion

Well the crime’s solved, but since I am the “Local Min Jeung Kinnie,” maybe it’d be appropriate to grade myself on how well my theories panned out?

I will skip talking about the Nico-Ace situation because my ideas for it were completely insane as a result of the vast amounts of evidence that just… didn’t matter. I was right that Nico was the only attacker, but I shared this opinion with like half the fandom at least, so.

The Arei murder is the main course, and frankly… I’d say I did pretty well! All things considered.

Looking back at my Eden!Culprit Levi!Accomplice theory from a year ago, although I got the complete wrong culprit and threw in an accomplice that didn’t exist, the method itself was strikingly similar provided you correct the oddities that removing an accomplice brings. Hell, a lot of the deductions from my very first post on this came true. Crime happened in the morning, ball of clothes over the rafters for the lights and setting up the pulley system, done with the handlebars of the spinny thing (kinda missed what the tape was for, but at least I knew it was there), water jugs to weigh down Arei, scuffs on the floor indicating a struggle to subdue Arei before hanging her, and while the exact method of stopping the fall was a bit different, using a stopper rope is similar enough to tying a knot that I’m willing to give myself partial credit.

I still stand by the fact that, at the time, it was unreasonable to assume Ace could have picked up the tape. Yes, it’s what happened; doesn’t mean that it seemed horrendously unlikely with what we had at the time. Still, once Ace was officially brought up as a suspect in Ep14, I’m going to give myself partial credit for last-minute switching (sort of I was only suspecting Ace over Eden by a hair) to the real culprit and figuring out the slingshot trick alongside the aforementioned Reddit user.

So, I’ll say I passed! Am I bragging? Maybe. Deal it.

You truly were magnificent, DRDT CH2 case. I shall never forget you for as long as I live.

If you made it this far, congrats. Now let us cry together, for our favorite horse boy is about to leave us forever… after he says his secret quote (which is probably next episode) and the Bonus Episode with Mai hopefully.

(Dammit it that means we still won’t get context on the Eden Mai quote I was kinda looking forward to that T_T)

Thanks for reading! Bye!

#drdt #danganronpa despair time #drdt spoilers #ace markey #teruko tawaki #liveblogging

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wormslikestostarve · 2 months ago

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My Funger Termina HC (pt 5)

Since I already talked about Levi, here's Daan's turn + some random things about other contestants of Termina.

Tw: grooming/sex cult(??

Daan wasn't formally processed in any gubernamental organization when he was a child. No last name, No born certificate, No documents or passports, a ghost for the state. His parents were nomades and went from orgy to orgy, no need to pay taxes or get any public service outside the Sylvian magic. He doesn't even know his real name since he was called different nicknames by all the cult members and doubts if Daan is his real name or just a pet name that his mother gave him.

It's not like he could go and ask her.

("My name? My mother called me Daan, my father called me Däniel, you can choose"— temporarily joined party talk at the slums [paraphrasing what I remember])

So when he came to the baron's mansion, he adopted Elise's last name and Einer moved some threads to give him documents like a false certificate of education, birth, etc. And register him as a Rondon citizen.

Daan really likes cine and art but he's the kind of guy who would say that he can't even draw a circle (which now is basically true, because his sense of depth is screwed since he can't get used to the recent loss of his eye) He also likes playing billiards and was a great host for the von dutch parties

Abella would be really good at drawing since she learned how to make plans and perspective (especially in the final B, where she literally studies astrophysics)

He's a 10/10, probably the most attractive man in the whole train. Slightly androgynous, thin and tall (1.70m), English accent but capable of talking (at better or worse levels) a couple of other languages he learned along his travels with his parents when he was a little kid.

Daan has a skin care routine (or the closest common thing in 1939) with even more steps than Elise herself, he was kind of a trophy husband.

Also, Abella would like to have the same time to self care because she feels insecure about her excess of body hair due to Polycystic ovary syndrome (PCOS) and the scars from work accidents but don't have time enough.

Marina, Pav, Tanaka, Caligura and Olivia would also take a lot of time to take care of their image(Tanaka has to look clean for his business), Karin barely brush her hair. Marcoh and Henrik would do the minimum, soap, cologne, etc. But Henrik would have a little beard.

levi, samarie and august would wash their faces with the very same soap they use on their balls or not even have the time to shower. (Yeah, I like intersex samarie, actually)

Since Daan was in a cult until his preadolescence (13-14) he never has a formal education, he learned how to write using Sylvian's skin bibles and trying to find the letters some sense at Sylvian's mass.

Even though, he learned some decent vocabulary, at least enough to make jokes and medical terms. When he was young, he used to grab a dictionary and memorize some 'hard' words to sound enough cult when he was around Elise to 'impress her' (Elise thought it was funny because she always knew all of them since she was like 6 years old)

He never really liked to read except medical books and maybe dark police novels, when he didn't have a man bleeding out in his arms at war. Talking about that, he was a maniac that constantly burned out trying to save all the soldiers in his hands, yelling at them to keep alive in the middle of the adrenaline and pressure of the battlefield. He also felt guilty that he had to be rude and merciless because of the lack of time and the excess of injured 'patients')

Talking about Elise, it's pretty clear that Daan was awfully manipulated by the von dutch. He was the most yielding, obliging and non consciously submissive husband that you can imagine. For him, Elise was almost ethereal and divine, and you can bet that he never stopped being a mere servant to them.

Even when he married her at 20 years old and lived together for 5 years until he was reclutiered, they never stopped treating him like some kind of butler, never like a equal. If Elise wanted something, Daan obliges because he always felt in debt with both, Einer and Elise for giving him a nice and normal life. They made him someone, they gave him a roof to sleep and nice clothes to wear, they even gave him a beautiful and loving wife who will fix him. He owes them everything, how he could refuse?

In sex, Daan could NOT touch Elise without her explicit order. Not like normal consent but like if it wasn't for her exclusive satisfaction, it wouldn't happen. After all, how could a pleb touch a noblewoman indecently? and even though he was married, he was still a pleb dressed in fine clothes.

Elise was so fucking creepy and weird when she was a teenager. She was a year older than Daan but unlike the boy, who was friend of almost all the other servants and was charming to all the baron's guests whom he was entrusted to attend to personally, all the sons of nobles had a certain reluctance to her unless she was with Daan to make conversation.

They were a pretty 'modern' (weird as fuck rich brats) and open group of young men and women, they hired prostitutes (some of them knew Daan, which always was uncomfortable) and talked about sex with disturbing detail. They were all pretty fond of Daan but after the death of Elise no one contacted him or offered condolences. They were friends of the noble lady, not his.

Also, clearly as the day, Einer groomed young Daan to the point that remembering the baron's voice freezes his blood.

most of times, Sylvian's lessons were as theoretical as he could, but more than once he was forced to give Einer 'demostrations' of the healing magic. flagellating daan and making him cure among other 'proves' that it was real. Einer was pretty much a horrible sadistic, just like Elise but way less hidden.

Anyways, because it's worth repeating, Daan deifies the von Dutch and would deny any kind of damage to his psyche. Blank soul things, I guess.

(I apologize for my awful grammar, English is not my first language and I suck at it :b)

Also, sorry for updating this part so late. Stay tuned because the part 6 is gonna be Pav (probably)

#fear and hunger #f&h #funger #fear and hunger termina #levi fear and hunger #daan von dutch #f&h daan #fear and hunger daan #elise von dutch #fear and hunger needles #fear and hunger spoilers #fear and hunger abella #funger daan #fear and hunger headcanons

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It's almost like they wrote the episode and then went "We forgot about Eddie" and just found somewhere to squeeze in a few lines for him

like the lines in the episode he had… (i’m paraphrasing)‘i should have been there.’ ‘it’s a crumpet. do you want one’ ‘everything okay?’

what even?!!!??! if they took them out it’d have barely any difference to the episode.

#nznaturalkiwi #ask #911 #911 spoilers

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I agree with your point the other day and it got me thinking. In your response to someone you said Oliver doesn't stand up for his character and lets his character look like shit onscreen. (Paraphrasing). You compared it to Ryan, whose opinion was clearly solicited and heard, meaning he got to yell at Buck in 8x09 when he was frustrated. You said Oliver lacked a backbone and seemed happy to cash his check without worrying about how his character progressed (or rather doesn't). Again paraphrasing.

I thought, yup it seems that way. But it got me thinking. Surely Aisha and Kenny can't be super pleased with their screentime and storylines either? Kenny is so talented but barely gets his own stories anymore, he's kind of just quipping in the background. Aisha has the same story over and over. The 118 team doesn't interact like a fam anymore. I do wonder how the other cast approach Tim about their characters. Does Tim only take suggestions when he feels like it? Do the other cast feel any type of way about their characters and their character growth? (Hard to tell cuz we rarely get interviews with them). Does everyone bring their notes to set and only some are incorporated? Does Angela Bassett ever say "don't I have two on-screen children?" Lol

I don't know and I don't assume that you know either. Mostly rhetorical, but you always have good takes on everything so wondering your thoughts! Have a wonderful day Tina!

I love this question. I think you're right on the money re: why it feels like we don't hear about other cast members having discussions with Tim - the questions aren't being asked. We know about Ryan wanting Eddie to yell at Buck because Tim offered up that information while discussing that scene. Journalists aren't asking Kenny (or Tim) why Chim has been reduced to a supporting character in Maddie's story. And they definitely *weren't* digging for the dirt when Kenny was written out of the show during Jennifer's maternity leave. (Which, tbf, we can all understand, right? Push too hard and you might hurt your chances of getting access in the future.) Similarly, journalists aren't concerned with whether Aisha feels Hen's story lines are repetitive or if she's ever had to approach her boss(es) about a particular scene that she worries is sending the wrong message, such as Mara's trauma being compared to that of a dog. No questions means no need to provide answers; no need to rock the boat. But when you read things like Angela not wanting Bathena to get married in season two (and letting it go because Tim had more experience with being an EP and probably knew better), or Peter having to make sense of Bobby showing up at the 118 in the s7 finale and "going along with it"? Or even Jennifer (prior to season seven) saying that she often asks for Maddie to “get messed up again”? (43:00) It’s easy to see that even the big names in the cast have Thoughts on the way Tim handles things. (Which means Kenny and Aisha most certainly do, too.) What we don’t know is how often they voice those thoughts because 1) no one’s asking and 2) Tim might not take their opinions into consideration anyway.

#anonymous #tina speaks #tv: 911 #tv: 9-1-1

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paladin-of-nerd-fandom65 · 6 months ago

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AU/Elseworlds Idea: Dick wakes up from what seems like a normal sleep only to find his bed seemingly more sturdy than usual, a blanket draped over his face, some sort of string hanging of his big toe while both of his feet being bare, left out of said blanket and what's more peculiar, he can't move any of body.

His memories a bit cloudy from last night, all he can remember was there was massive break out from Blackgate, he was sure fire exhausted so much when he got back to his apartment that it was a miracle he was able to switch to a t shirt and sweats for bed in spite of what felt like some chest pain before finally shutting his eyes.

Sure enough, he feels someone tug lightly on that string on his toe, turns out there's a cardboard ID tag hanging on it. "Hey", he mumbles weakly, "cut that out...I'm sensitive" "Richard..you are awake?" he recognizes that voice, it's Kory. He tries asking her what happened loudly before she lightly covers his mouth to ensure no one hears them. She explains to him in simple yet hopefully nice enough words: Basically to paraphrase ‘Dick you're supposed to be dead. That tag on your foot says you expired from exhaustion induced cardiac arrest and you're actually right now at the Bludhaven General Hospital's morgue.’

Kory peels off the blanket off Dick's face and quickly realizes why then he's awake. She takes out a small mirror so Dick can see himself: his usual fair toned skin had turned into a ghastly grey with blue glowing veins while opening his eyes reveals instead of crystal blue, they are now a shining gold. However, whatever's bringing him back is apparently incomplete since his body entered rigor mortis which is why he can't move.

Kory covers him back and says she will tell Bruce and Alfred to see if they can arrange his 'funeral' so that by then this process will be complete and they'll know what to do from there.

“In the meantime friend,” she says, “ I suppose you should just 'play dead' then yes?"

Thoughts on this Idea?

I know a little morbid for Christmas but frankly I couldn’t resist revisiting it lol

#dick grayson #my posts #koriand'r #the batman #dc comics #fanfic #au idea #prompt #fan fiction #sfw #toe tag #morgue #tw death #batfamily #nightwing

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ayeetfreak · 3 months ago

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JUST THE COWORKER I HATE ● JEY USO ● PART THREE

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PART ONE | PART TWO

"I have to kiss him, Liv! Like, lip-to-lip kiss! I...I'm supposed to hate this guy!" I ranted anxiously, pacing back and forth in the small hotel gym located in the basement of the building. Liv was just watching me with a smirk as I was freaking out about upcoming storyline news.

Last week on Raw, Paul called me into his office for a quick talk about the whole thing. It was that day that I found out that Paul Levesque had the biggest, can't-say-no puppy eyes ever. Not only that, but I couldn't say no to my boss. This was for work, and this will improve the company's reputation and keep the fans coming and wanting more. So, yes, I agreed to kiss Jey at WrestleMania.

And now, I'm freaking the fuck out because of it.

"Girl, first of all, you need to calm down." Liv started, placing both hands on my shoulders. I stopped ranting, but my heart didn't stop beating out of my chest like a rabid animal. "This is for work. And it's not like you two are going to be diving your tongue's into each other's throats. It's a short, two second kiss. And you don't hate him, Y/N. If you did, you would be bitch-talking about him much more."

I guess that was true.

"B-but, why the hell did I agree to this?" I questioned mainly myself, rubbing my temples with my fingers. Liv just stood there, smirking at my overwhelmed state. My heart was beating out of my chest, even though I was in the quietest area of the whole hotel. All that was heart was the soft hum of the AC blowing through the vents. Liv shrugged her shoulders, being her next set of squats.

"Well, all I can say is that you gotta do what you gotta do, girl. You were the one who agreed to it. You could've said no. And no, I don't want to hear the 'making Paul mad' excuse. He was giving you the option. He would've been fine if you said no. But you said yes, and clearly for a reason."

"I said yes because it's what Paul clearly wanted. It's not that I don't want to make him mad, but I want to make him pleased. I want him to be satisfied with my performance, and doing what he wants will help me accomplish that."

"You literally just explained what I said in a different way. Paraphrasing doesn't work on me, hon."

I took a deep breath, cursing at myself for even trying to rationalize with her when it comes to Jey. Sure, fine, I'll give her the praise of getting me to reconcile with Jey in the first place, but wherever she's going with pushing me to be absolutely okay with kissing Jey... I'm not going to fall into her bullshit this time.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. I'm going back up to my room to mourn my regrettable decision." I murmured, grabbing my phone off the bench and heading towards the exit doors. I heard the faint, teasing scoff from Liv as I opened the door. She then called out, "don't think too hard, babe! Enjoy it!."

It was Monday Night Raw, two weeks before our big match at WrestleMania. Here I was, adjusting my knee pads over the fishnet tights I had on. This storyline has been going smoothly, and tonight, Jey and I are tagging up for the first time against Liv and Dominik. The match was highly anticipated. Fans were posting about it everywhere, making ship names for Jey and I, and also just going crazy over the fact that Jey and I were teaming when we weren't on complete terms when we were on screen.

Off screen, traveling with Jey ever since the night he told me about Paul's plans for having us kiss has been a little awkward. We never brought it up after that. We barely made any conversations the days after the news, but slowly and surely, we fell back into a somewhat comfortable rhythm. And some of the times, having a conversation with him let my mind completely fall away and relax from the idea of kissing him.

"Ready to go, champ?" Jey asked as he approached me, in gear and all. I paused momentarily, stunned by the sudden breathtaking presence in front of me. He was wearing his black and blue gear, along with his jacket that had the word 'YEET' printed out in light blue coloring. His 'yeet' glasses were perched on the top of his head, leaving his full face on display. I cleared my throat before replying, "you can't call me champ yet, Jey. I ain't got no title."

"Well, you and I both know that you are winning that title in two weeks, so why can't I call you champ now?"

"Because I haven't earned my place, Jey. C'mon, you should understand where I'm coming from."

Jey's eyes slowly fell away from mine. I knew he was just trying to pump me up, but the closer we got to WrestleMania, the more pressure was built on my shoulders. There have been moments were I felt like I was on the verge of a panic attack, which I had never had in my life. It was a scary, unfamiliar feeling.

"Well, uce, let's kick some ass tonight, then we'll be focusin' all on that women's world championship, a'right?"

"You don't have to do that, Jey. I can handle it on my own."

"I know you can. But I just want you to know I'm here for you, uce..."

Stunned by the words that came out of his mouth, I went quiet. I couldn't reply to that. Jey, this guy who I've hated for such a long time, was giving me some of the most inspirational words no one has ever given me before. My heart was twisting and turning in unfamiliar ways, and to be honest...

It scared the hell outta' me.

ON CAMERA

Liv, who was on the other side of the ring on the apron, was desperately yelling at Dom to keep fighting in the ring instead of making a tag. Him and Jey were both sprawled out on the mat, recovering from the brutal sequence they just hit. I was jumping up and down, banging my feet against the steel stairs to get the crowd clapping along. Adrenaline pumped through my body as I desperately reached my hand out for Jey to tag. As soon as I did, I sent a knowing smirk to Liv, and she looked terrified.

I quickly entered the ring, taking in the loud cheers as I ran over to her and pulled her over the top rope. She landed harshly on her back, letting out a high pitched cry. I took over from there, hitting her with clotheslines and a variety of moves, but nothing got me the three count. Either she kicked out, or Dominik interfered.

As the match was closing up, I climbed up onto the top rope, waiting for Liv to stand up. Once she did, I took her down with a mediora. I pulled both of her legs over her head while I sat on her chest, pinning down her shoulders.

But just as the ref was about to hit the three count, he got pulled out from the ring. I looked up, standing up slowly and eyeing down Dom who pulled the ref out of the ring. He smirked, raising his hands up like he did nothing wrong.

Cocky ass.

Suddenly I was kicked in the back, sent down to my knees and against the ropes. Liv smirked, pointing at Dom before hitting his (and his father’s) move, the 619, on me. Her foot immediately swung into my nose, hitting it hard. It was mere seconds after when my nose felt warm, then started leaking with blood. Standing up slowly and selling the move, Liv then hit me with the Oblivian, getting the three count from the ref who just rolled back into the ring.

Liv cackled, tackling Dom in a hug before they raised their hands in victory. I rolled out of the ring slowly, one hand under my bleeding nose. Blood seemed to endlessly flow out, my hand getting drenched and stained red.

Out of nowhere, Jey appeared at my side. One hand was placed on my knee while the other was on my shoulder. He was intensely examining my face, looking at the mess it probably made. My eyes glanced up to his, and time seemed to have stilled. He felt too close, yet too far away. His lips were right in front of my eyes, and… shit… why did I want to know what they felt like?

What is happening to me?

“Shit, you okay?” He asked right away, not even caring about the match. I grunted quietly in pain, bringing my hand down for a split second to see if more blood was coming, and it sure was. Jey looked over at the timekeepers area.

“Aye! Can we get a towel or sum’?” He asked, motioning his hand over to us. An employee came over seconds later with a towel, and I felt almost bad that it was going to go from a white towel to a red towel in mere seconds.

Jey immediately took it from the employee’s hand, then turned his attention back towards me. With so much gentleness that it almost hurt, he pressed the fabric softly on my nose. I held my hand to keep the towel against my face, but Jey didn’t move his hand. His eyes were all on me, and concern was etched into them.

“Are you okay?” He asked again, still awaiting an answer. I nodded my head, raising one arm up onto the apron to help me stand up. Jey took hold of my other arm, practically pulling me up all by himself. The crowd that went quiet momentarily started cheering when I arose to my feet, and probably also the fact that Jey had his arm protectively around my waist, his hand resting on my bare lower back.

Even though it was only to sell the thought that something was sparking between us on screen, I still felt the sparks in my stomach. This gentleness, this attentiveness, the care… I’ve never seen this Jey before. And to be honest… I would be lying if I said it didn’t feel damn good.

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“How’s your nose feeling?” Jey asked as he was perched up against the headboard of his bed. I turned off the bathroom light, walking over to my bed and letting out a long sigh as I fell into the plushness. I turned my head to the left to look over at him.

“It’s fine. Sore, obviously. But fine.” I responded, closing my eyes as my exhaustion took over my body. I could feel his eyes on me, but my exhaustion made me care less. I opened my eyes slightly, seeing his dark, bold ones locked on mine. I couldn’t deny the skip my heart took.

“So, Paul came up to me today—“

I groaned quietly, turning around to lay on my back and stared up at the ceiling. “Oh no, is it more kissing? Are we going to have to take each other's clothes off now?”

The room went awkwardly silent, and my cheeks burned at the realization of what I just fucking said. I palmed my hands over my face, too embarrassed to see Jey’s speechless expression. “Sorry, that was stupid. So what did Paul say?”

I caught the barely audible chuckle from Jey, along with the bed sheets shifting under his body. “Paul said we don’t need to kiss at WrestleMania. Not unless we really want to, but it isn’t a priority anymore.”

Furrowing my brows, I looked over at Jey. The yellow-ish tint from the lamp beside his bed casted an intimate glow over his chiseled face. His tattoos struck out under the light, the tribal designs sharp and defined. God—those tattoos.

I loved those tattoos.

“Really?” I asked, cutting off the intrusive thoughts flooding my mind. Jey nodded, his eyes still pierced on mine. Once the silence reached between us, the moment felt way more intimate. It felt like the tension of our unspoken words was coming down on both of us, and we both didn’t know what to say.

What would I even say? I didn’t even know how to put it into words. Traveling with Jey hasn’t been the worst thing in the world. In fact, a part of me really enjoys it. It feels almost… nice to be around Jey, to hold a conversation with him.

What would I say about the thoughts that’s been recently captivating my mind? The thoughts about his hands on mine, his deep, luscious voice whispering into my ear, the feeling of tracing his tattoos with my tongue…

“Yeah—“ Jey started, startling me out of my outrageous thoughts. “So, we ain’t gotta worry ‘bout that anymore. We can just focus on you and gettin’ that title, a’ight?”

“You keep saying ‘we,’ Jey. You know that this is my match and my business. You don’t need to waste your time and energy on me, especially when you have your own shit to focus on.”

Jey sat up straighter, tucking his knees in and resting his arms on his kneecaps. His face softened ever so slightly.

“I’m sayin’ this shit because I can see you doubting yourself. I can see that hint of uncertainty in your eyes, and ion’ want you to feel that way when WrestleMania is here. You’re capable of becoming and being a champ, and you just need to prove that to yourself, now.”

Shocked and stunned by the words that left his mouth, I stuttered over my words, “b-but I was horrible to you. Why are you going above and beyond for me?”

Jey didn’t say anything; he went quiet. His eyes still lingered on mine, though. He let out a low, raspy sigh, swinging his feet off of the bed and standing up slowly. An enormous lump grew in my throat as he stepped forward, inches separating us. His body towered over mine, intimidating and touching. His arms hung lowly by his sides, his fingers just barely grazing my leg. Shivers rolled up my spine, leaving goosebumps in their path.

He leaned down slightly, just enough for his breath to cascade over the shell of my ear.

“‘Cause you got the fight in you, sweetheart.” He whispered, then standing up straight and heading towards the bathroom. My lips twitched with uncertainty and a sliver of annoyance. Why was he feeling this way?

I’m not supposed to feel this way about him.

I hated him?

Fuck. Me

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