#I cannot express how much I adore and admire this woman

[furious-rogue-stuff]

LADY GAGA TOO GOOD! LADY GAGA TOO GOOD! DISEASE IS A MASTERPIECE!!!

[caracalla-dondus]

Suspicious Minds

Pairing: Emperor Geta/wife!reader

Summary: A senator informs Geta about the rumors surrounding his wife

Author's Note: This fic consists of pieces I took out from a much longer fic I had written. After reading what I originally wrote I didn't really vibe with the whole thing and so I took out parts I liked best to create this fic. Idk if it's better or worse because things feel a bit rushed in this fic now and not as cohesive as before but it's good enough I think ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I was partly inspired by Fire & Blood where it says that some in court found Queen Rhaenys Targaryen suspicious because she spent time with bards and singers and they were sure she must be having an affair on Aegon I. Also the title is from the Elvis song of the same name because it popped into my head while writing this because it's similar to the plot lol.

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The late afternoon sun streamed through the marble arches of the palace, casting shadows across the floor of the Emperor’s private chamber. Emperor Geta paced restlessly, his jaw clenched tight, his fingers twitching. The rumors had come to him this morning, carried by a senator whose words had been carefully chosen, yet laced with venom.

“She is often seen in the company of poets and bards, my Emperor. Some say perhaps too often.”

The words echoed in Geta’s mind as he strode to the balcony. Below him, others strolled about, oblivious to the storm brewing in his heart. He had always known that his wife had a fondness for the arts. It was one of the things that had drawn him to her. The way her eyes lit up when she heard the verses of a poem she thought was interesting, the soft smile that graced her lips during the final notes of a ballad. She was a woman of intelligence and charm. Perfect qualities to be his empress.

But now those very same qualities and interests had become the source of his unrest.

~

Geta finds his wife out in the garden. “I had hoped to speak with you my wife,” he said, his tone polite but firm. 

“What troubles you, my love?” she asked, her brow furrowing as she stepped closer to him.

Geta studied her, his gaze lingering on her face, searching for some sign of guilt. But she looked as she always did, serene, composed, and beautiful. “There are whispers in the court,” he began slowly, “that your affection for music and poetry has extended beyond mere appreciation.”

His wife’s eyes widened, and then she laughed softly, a sound like the chiming of bells. “Surely you don’t believe such nonsense.”

“I don’t want to,” Geta admitted, his voice low. “But the court is not kind to a woman who spends her days surrounded by other men, no matter how innocent her intentions.”

Her smile faded, and she placed a hand on his arm. “Geta, these men are poets, musicians and artists. They speak to me about the soul, not the flesh. My heart belongs to you, and only you.”

He wanted to believe her. He needed to believe her. But the thought of her laughter, her attention, her admiration being bestowed on another man gnawed at him. “Then why do others speak of you so?” he demanded, his voice rising slightly. “Why do they say you adore Bacchus so much that you have embraced his indulgences?”

His wife stiffened, her hand falling away. “Do you question my virtue?” she asked, insulted that her husband would believe such nonsense about her.

“I question the company you keep!” he snapped, the words sharper than he intended.

She took a step back, her expression conveying her hurt and frustration. “You have always known who I am Geta. I am not a woman content to sit idly in the palace, just simply gossiping my day away. I find joy in the divine chaos of creation. If that makes me suspicious in the eyes of our court then so be it. But I will not apologize for things I did not do.”

Her words hung in the air between them, heavy with emotion. Geta clenched his fists, his anger warring with his love for her. Finally he spoke, his voice softer. “I do not wish to stifle you. But I cannot bear the thought of others questioning your loyalty or your love for me.”

His wife stepped closer, her gaze steady. “Then let me reassure you, my emperor. I am as sure of my love for you as I am about Sol bringing us the sun each morning. But if you doubt me, then tell me what must I do to prove myself?”

He sighed, reaching out to cup her face in his hands. “Stay with me tonight,” he murmured. “Let the poets and bards sing their songs without you for once. Let Bacchus have his revelry elsewhere.”

She smiled faintly, leaning into his touch. “If it will ease your mind, my dear husband then I will stay.”

Geta pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly as if to shield her from the whispers that sought to undermine them. But even as he held her, a shadow of doubt lingered, refusing to be banished entirely.

~

The grand halls of the palace echoed with the click of her delicate sandals against the marble floor. The weight of her husband’s arm on her shoulder was both reassuring and suffocating. For the past three days, Geta had not let her out of his sight. Where she went, he followed. Where he could not follow, he sent his guards to watch her every step. It was unlike him, and though his paranoia was silent, she could feel it in the way his fingers tightened around her arm, in the watchful, almost desperate glint in his eyes.

She had tried to comfort him, tried to reassure him of her loyalty, but it seemed no words could pierce through the suspicion that had taken hold of him.

During a feast, Geta watched his wife like a hawk as she entertained a visiting nobleman whose son had written a collection of poems. His wife listened to the man intently, her soft smile never wavering as the man recited a verse.

But Geta saw something else. He saw how the man’s eyes lingered on her, how her laughter seemed to light up the room. His fingers dug into the armrests of his chair, his jaw tightening. Was it admiration? Was it mere courtesy? Or was there something more? The thoughts churned in his mind like a storm, dark and unrelenting.

When the man left, Geta wasted no time. He rose abruptly, crossing the room to where his wife stood.

“You enjoyed his company,” he said, his voice low but laced with accusation.

His wife blinked, startled by his tone. “He was reciting his son’s poetry, my dear husband. That’s all it was.”

“You smiled at him,” Geta pressed, his eyes narrowing. “You laughed.”

“Am I not allowed to smile and laugh?” she asked softly, though there was a tinge of frustration in her voice. “Must I always wear a sour expression to please you?”

His hand shot out, gripping her chin and forcing her to look up at him. “You are mine,” he said, his voice trembling - not with anger, but with something deeper, something more fragile. “Your smiles, your laughter, they belong to me and no one else.”

Her eyes softened as she saw the flicker of insecurity behind his harsh words. She reached up, covering his hand with her own. “And they are yours, Geta,” she murmured. “Only yours.”

His grip loosened, and he pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly as if afraid she might vanish. “I will not lose you,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “I cannot.”

~

For the next several days, Geta’s wife’s world shrank. Where she once wandered the gardens freely, now her husband walked beside her, his hand resting possessively on her waist. When she visited the library, he went with her. Her gatherings with poets and musicians were no more, replaced by dinners where Geta sat her beside him, his eyes never leaving her.

She tried to be understanding, but his constant scrutiny weighed heavily on her. One evening, as they sat together in their chambers, she finally spoke.

“Geta,” she began, her voice tentative. “Do you not trust me?”

He looked up from the goblet of wine in his hand, his expression guarded. “Of course I trust you, you are my wife,” he said after a long pause. “It is everyone else I do not trust.”

“You cannot keep watch over me forever,” she said.

His jaw tightened. “You are my wife,” he said firmly. “My empress. And I will not risk anyone else taking you from me.”

“Even if it means suffocating me?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Geta flinched, as if her words had struck him. He set the goblet down and rose to his feet, pacing the room. “You do not understand,” he said, his voice low and strained. “I have enemies everywhere. We have enemies everywhere. They would use you against me. They would take you from me. Take your love away from me”

“Who could take me when I am yours in both heart and soul?” she asked, rising to stand before him.

He stopped, his gaze meeting hers. For a moment, he looked like a man on the edge of breaking, his carefully constructed armor of intimidation cracking to reveal the fear beneath. “I don’t know,” he admitted, his voice trembling. “But the thought of losing you terrifies me.”

She reached out, cupping his face in her hands. “Geta,” she said softly, “you will not lose me. I love you.”

He closed his eyes, leaning into her touch. “Promise me,” he whispered. “Promise me you will never leave me.”

“I promise,” she said, though her heart ached at the desperation in his voice.

He pulled her into his arms again, holding her as if his life depended on it. She sighed softly, resting her head against his chest. She understood that his possessiveness was not born of cruelty, nor out of a need to stifle her but it was of a fear he could not truly voice, a fear he could not truly reconcile with, and it had consumed him.

And so she stayed, tethered to him by her love for him, hoping that soon his insecurities would ease and he would see that she was his, not because he demanded it, but because she chose it. But she was not sure how much she could take of this suffocating behavior. Of every move of hers and every interaction being heavily watched.

~

She rarely let her frustrations boil to the surface, but this time was different. As she sat across from her husband in their private chambers, the weight of the senator’s venomous words and their impact on her marriage gnawed at her patience. For days and days now, Geta’s suffocating possessiveness had taken over every aspect of her life, and she could no longer bear the thought that this rift between them had been instigated by a man seeking to undermine her, a man seeking to replace her.

She set down her goblet with a sharp clink, her hands trembling, not with fear, but with barely restrained annoyance and anger. “I’ve been thinking, my dear husband,” she began, her voice calm but carrying an obvious edge to it.

Geta glanced up from his seat, his brow furrowing slightly at her tone. “What is it?”

She met his gaze, her eyes blazing with uncharacteristic determination. “The senator who came to you with these baseless rumors. I believe he must be punished.”

Geta blinked, clearly surprised. “Punished? For what?”

“For daring to speak against me,” she replied, her voice firm, slightly exasperated that he did not already know what she spoke of. “For poisoning your mind with lies and causing this… this chaos between us. He sought to undermine your confidence in me, to cast doubt on my loyalty, to possibly destroy my reputation. That is not something we should let go unanswered.”

Geta leaned back in his chair, studying her intently. “You surprise me, wife. I thought you were above petty revenge. You have always counseled me against such rash decisions before”

“This is not petty, nor is it rash!” she shot back, her tone sharpening. “He sought to disgrace me, your wife, your empress. By doing so, he has disgraced you as well. How can you tolerate such audacity?”

Her words struck a nerve. Geta’s insecurities flared, his mind racing as he considered her argument. She was right. The senator’s insinuations had not only called his wife’s loyalty into question but had also implied that Geta was a weak ruler, unable to control his own household. The thought made his blood boil.

“What would you have me do?” he asked, his voice low.

“Demote him. Remove him from his position. Let it be known that you will not tolerate slander against your Empress.”

Geta narrowed his eyes. “And if others see this as an act of weakness? A sign that I am blinded by my love for you?”

“Let them see it as a warning,” she countered. “Let them know that your loyalty to your wife is unwavering and that you will not allow anyone to sow baseless discord in your court.”

Her words appealed to Geta’s pride, and she could see the gears turning in his mind. After a long silence, he nodded slowly. “Very well. The senator will be dealt with. I’ll ensure his removal will be public and soon.”

Relief washed over her, though a part of her felt dissatisfied about simply just having the senator removed from his position. The senator had meddled in her marriage, made her husband watch every move she made for days now, and he deserved to face more severe consequences for it. The senator has a daughter around her age, she felt certain the senator was likely hoping to get her pushed aside to potentially make way for his daughter to get close to Geta, for her to be the next Empress of Rome. Geta’s wife seethed silently at the thought of someone replacing her, of someone attempting to steal her position. She thought about paying Caracalla a visit and informing him of the treacherous senator in their midst. He would certainly give her the dramatic reaction she wants.

Geta rose from his seat, crossing the room to stand before her. He cupped her face in his hands, his gaze softening. “You are right. I should never have allowed his words to poison my mind. You are my empress, my wife. No one will come between us again”

She smiled faintly, leaning into his touch and calming for a moment. “And I will always stand by your side Geta. But we must stand together, against anyone who seeks to divide us.”

Geta kissed her then, fierce and possessive, as if to reaffirm their bond. She let herself melt into the embrace, even as a small voice in the back of her mind wondered if she should push for more to be done about the senator. 

~~~~

reader can't take out her frustrations on Geta so she will take it out on the senator who started all of this instead lol

[randomalistic]

Ok oh my god. OH MY GOD. I just saw treasure planet for the first time and It was fucking amazing. Like yeah Duh I KNOWWW i know it’s like. “underrated Disney movie bla bla it was a commercial failure” . You know the deal.

But if there is 1 thing I want to say:

I cannot emphasize enough how meaningful and touching it is to the audience when you allow your male main characters to cry, and hug, and be emotionally vulnerable without shame. That brought this film to a whole new level 🥺

its a beautiful movie that took so many creative risks and that’s so admirable. It’s so clear they had a vision and they crafted that vision with endless amounts of love :’] I DID CRY.

More rambling below

I was CONSISTENTLY delighted by how creative the characters were and incredibly entertained throughout. So fucking fun and engaging and it feels like a 2 hour movie so much happens. How is it only 1.5 hours.

I CRIED !!!!!!!!!! John Silver and Jim’s relationship was so COMPLEX like actually amazing. The father figure dynamic is so sweet and heartwarming and so heartbreaking simultaneously like I was not expecting that AMV montage in the middle like that shit cut me so deep it was outstanding. A montage about Jim’s troubled childhood with a neglectful absent father and then DIRECTLY PARALLELING THAT WITH HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH SILVER. LIKE HES FINALLY OVERCOMING THOSE FEELINGS AND LIVING HIS LIFE. GODDAMN!!! THATS SO POWERFUL!! THATS SO INCREDIBLE!!! THATS JUST IN THE MOVIE!!!!??!

Also the character/creature designs are RELENTLESS in how good they are. And they have so much fun with it. It’s so silly.

They had an old snapping turtle pirate???? hello?? He was introduced and then he died ❤️

The animation is also MIND BLOWINF like OH MY GOD!??? the seamless integration of 2D and 3D interacting is so impressive especially for 2001 like this was a technological feat for sure . Only rarely does the CG look dated (those whales at the start <\3 poor guys) BUT JOHN SILVER’S CYBORG ARM WAS FUCKING AMAZING LIKE I COUKD STARE AT THAT THING FOR HOURS .

Can’t find a gif of it but during his introduction there was a ROTATING SHOT of him cooking (❤️) while using his arm and his arm has so many tools inside it like a cyborg Swiss Army knife it’s the coolest fucking thing ever. Just Amazing

Also the fact they introduced an entirely new character 53 minutes in when the main cast has already been established was such a risk, but it so paid off. I love B.E.N. The fact he’s fully 3D animated and he’s THAT expressive. WHILE BEING A ROBOT? adorable. He’s Adorable. He’s so mentally ill and strange.

What is wrong with him. He is. dare I say. spamtonlike. pathetic and unhinged. Houses forbidden knowledge. What a Pitiful creature 🧡his glowing CRT eyes are really cute. There was a moment when the lights went out it was only his eyes and I Liked That

I love weird little robot guys in early-late 2000s movies. I need to watch Bluesky robots. I need my fix.

Morph could’ve been a really obnoxious comedic relief animal sidekick but they somehow managed to make him really cute and likable. (Also They only used him for plot points A LITTLE. Turning into anything couldve been overpowered as fuck. But alas… he is a mindless animal...) We love Morph. His relationship with silver is so fucking cute.

Kind of a Delbert centrist honestly. I liked him but also kinda dislike him. Bro kinda gives self centered misogynist scientist vibes. But he’s also silly and self conscious though guyssss.!! I thought I would like him more than I did. BUT He’s animated SO wonderfully though I love the shape of his hands and his weird goat face. Solid 7/10 weird guy. Idk why he came with Jim on the ship though❤️

Captain Amelia was fucking awesome for the first half of the movie. One of the best characters. Yeah. ……………. They fumbled her so hard. MAYBE ITS JUST ME BUT ME AND MY FRIEND WERE NOT A FAN OF HER AND DELBERT AT ALL. Disney was like. We have a competent woman character ! Competent woman has to get injured and then the incompetent man has to take care of her and then they HAVE to fall in love. It’s actually so tragic like they did NOT deserve her.

IN FACT HERE’S MY SCORCHING HOT TAKE: Delbert should’ve been the one to get injured and Amelia nurses him back to health. Delbert might apologize profusely because of his self confidence issues and cuz he internalizes things that go wrong as his fault. Amelia reassures him, realizing that she was too harsh on him earlier. Delbert becomes less intimidated by her because she opens up to him and they grow to trust one another. Amelia stays with him while Jim goes to hide. And whapow !!!! Same relationship is built up without disempowering a female character. It doesn’t even have to be romantic they can just be friends……. 🫶 cuz it comes off as weird because since the start Delbert was like “wtf the captain is a GIRL?? Wait ooh la laaa she’s pretty” and she had 0 interest in him. so like the ONLY way they could pair them together was to get her injured and have him care for her . And she falls in love with him out of nowhere. No. Being cared for does not mean you’ll fall in love with your caretaker. She’s so ace coded to me and my friend. Until SUDDENLY. Am I crazy

Ok so like yeah the forced heterosexual love interest moment. I did not want to see their FOUR (4) hybrid babies at the end. I’m losing my mind. also did Jim become a cop? I swear to fucking god LOL

The movie was SO good that disney didn’t know how to wrap it up without ruining it ❤️ WHICH IS VERY INTERESTING I think they had to compensate for all the risks they took with a safe and weird ending where the police like him now and the police are ok guys. Disney approved

Anyways watch/rewatch the movie right now. Skip the final minute <3

One of my new favorite movies goddamn!

Edit: I would’ve forgiven them if Delbert got pregnant instead

[eloise175]

Domestic Headcanon

The multiple languages of love:

Callisto at one point sat down and learned on a whim how to say ‘I love you’ in 20+ languages to express his undying love for Penelope better, because simply put, one language isn’t enough to explain what he feels for her. He’s also aware of the fact that his wife is able to understand what he’s saying most of the times because she speaks a handful of languages, and the adorable blush that dusts her cheeks never fails to make him smile.

Penelope will never get used to Callisto’s incessant love-bombing, and the actual lengths he’d go to express how much he loves her, it tugs at her heart strings in the best way possible. It’s an indescribable sensation, but if she were to word it out, Penelope would say that it’s like a bunch of butterflies swarmed her stomach, alike the feeling when he first kissed her.

Callisto also took it upon himself to learn about flower-language, and what each color and flower represents.

First and foremost, the red roses are never missing, he likes to think that Penelope will always associate their color with his eyes.

This stems from one time when she left him a neatly written note in his office for their anniversary, where at the end there was the mark of her lips in red lipstick, with a rose of the same shade attached to the paper; Callisto kissed the mark left by her lips without hesitation.

Carnations of deep color are also very present, because while it is true that love is the sentiment that burns the brightest of them all, Callisto cannot help but feel a deep sense of admiration every time his wife takes the lead as Empress.

She has the final say in things, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. He couldn’t care less about what other people think of him, but Penelope’s opinion is the one that truly matters. He knows she’ll always tell him the truth, no matter what.

Orchids bring back memories of the earlier stages of their relationship, when Callisto would shower Penelope with an endless pile of expensive gifts after learning that she had a penchant for jewelry and such.

The fine silks of the dresses he’d gift her were imported from different countries and manufactured with the outmost care, befitting the woman of his heart. In the box, on top of the silks, there would be two orchids of a color similar to the one of her hair, their stems tied together by a white ribbon with golden threads sewn in.

Their presence standing for luxury and refinement as well as a beauty unlike any other.

Even after their union as a married couple, when Callisto commissions new garbs for his wife, two orchids that are meant to symbolize the two of them are left on top of the garments as a callback to those days.

Later on, the number of the flowers growing with every addition to their family, increasing by one for each little miracle that blesses their lives, bringing them into parenthood and its joys.

After a while, Penelope taught Callisto how to make flower-crowns, and now every occasion is good to make them for her. Penelope is somewhat jealous because he shouldn’t be allowed to be this good at making flower-crowns, not better than her that’s for sure.

However she cannot stay irked for too long because the way he places the carefully made crown on top of her head with that specific gaze, where it looks like he just fell in love all over again, melts away all the previously built up irritation.

Later on Callisto will start making flower-crowns for their children as well, and Penelope can feel her heart swell the longer she watches them, especially when their kids try to replicate said flower-crowns.

[lavendertales]

Hi!! I love your TLOU writings! Do you think there's anyway you could do a Joel Miller (Pedro) x f!reader with a tall reader? For reference Joel is 5'10 or '11 and I'm around 6'2

It can be smut, fluff, whatever you feel. It's just rare to find fanfics with taller readers 😂 (bonus points if they're plus size)

Thank you so much!!!

as a pretty tall person too, I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH. You're so right, it's rare to see fics with taller people, so let us remedy that, shall we?

Lover—Joel Miller x tall, plus size!f!reader

word count: 609

A/N: this is mostly just fluff with a very smitten Joel Miller. hints of smut, though nothing explicit. Nonetheless, as a lot of my works and my blog is 18+,

AGELESS/EMPTY BLOGS & MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!!!

gif: @olisgifs

There have been eyes on you since the day you have arrived in Jackson, and months later, there are still eyes on you.

Except now, the eyes that follow you everywhere you go are Joel Miller’s.

And his express something else than the others’; there’s a certain mixture of admiration, awe and desire whenever he looks at you. You’re a tall woman, taller than him even, but he loves that. He loves the way there is more of you for him to adore whenever the two of you are alone. He loves kneading your flesh in between his fingers till it spills from in between; he loves hoisting your legs over his shoulders when he’s fucking you.

He loves every single inch of you, just as you are.

Truth be told, you were astounded at the newfound realization that Joel is borderline unhinged when it comes to you. You hadn’t always had a pleasant experience when it comes to meeting new people, particularly seeing their eyes roam over your tall figure, then dropping to notice the bit of extra weight that your body carried. You were never really bothered by it, you were quite confident with yourself, but sometimes it still got to you.

But ever since you and Joel became an item, any worries you might have had washed away. While he may not have been the most expressive person, and certainly not the most talkative, he showed his care through various acts of service—especially in the privacy of your house.

It was basically impossible to be even remotely bothered by the things that, according to Joel himself, made you an incredible woman.

“You cannot be serious,” you laughed one evening before bed.

“What? You think I’m joking?”

“I don’t know, you tell me.”

Joel’s gaze shifts to your legs, long and teasingly exposed in your gown as you lay beside him. He runs his palm over your calf, teasingly moving upwards to your thigh.

“I ain’t joking,” Joel coos, kissing your cheek, then moving to your jaw. “It’s one of my favorite things about you.”

“My height?”

“That’s right.”

You don’t hide the amusement that your face bestows.

“Not sure how that is a turn on of any sort, but… whatever floats your boat.”

Joel’s kisses go further down your neck, hand touching on your inner thigh now, rubbing the skin there. You smile, closing your eyes and trying to focus solely on the touches, but it only grows your desire more, and you can barely hold your moans to yourself.

“I got so lucky,” Joel mutters in your earlobe.

“I’m the lucky one.”

With Joel, you felt safe and cared for. And you made sure to return his affections tenfold. You enjoyed taking care of him, and you enjoyed seeing that he opened up to you more and putting his trust in you.

“Is it okay if we just watch a movie tonight?” you ask, looking at his face.

Joel instantly removes his hand from your inner thigh, simply caressing your knee. He then pecks your lips and gets more comfortable on his side of the bed.

“Of course,” he tells you.

“I know you probably wanted—“

“It’s okay. What movie do you feel like watching?”

“Well, I heard they’re playing Rush Hour at the cantina.”

“Sounds good.”

These are the moments that always reassure you that you have a great man by your side. In these moments, it’s more than your looks. It’s about safety and comfort, the feeling of coziness that Joel brings to you every single day.

You’ve never felt more confident or loved than when you were with Joel Miller.

[dangermousie]

Awwwww! The way he hesitates before he holds her!

I realize that mine is very much a minority opinion but I adore adore adore Ning. She is young and sheltered (but whose fault is that? Not hers) but she is so vivid and lives life so fearlessly open about what she wants, so utterly emotionally open - no wonder Xiu is so drawn to her - yes, it's the childhood connection, made before trauma made him into an emotional cripple and her constancy (his life is anything but constant, it's an insane rollercoaster) - but I think what he is also drawn to is that very openness. She is utterly unafraid to love and to express that, without any shame or reticence. Xiu, who is genuinely unable to open about his issues or damage or utmost thoughts, I think basks in that in a way.

Do I think there is ANY chance of a happy ending for them? Of course not. The world won't let them be, temperamentally they are unsuited, and tbh, I think Xiu is too damaged to make any woman truly happy and be truly happy with her in return.

But I love love love watching them.

And one other thing - I admire her ability not to give up. She is not being psychotic murdery secondary girl - all she is offering is her heart, over and over and over, despite rejection. At least she should not have regrets she didn't try her utmost. (In some ways, this is a little like a period take on ISWAK, isn't it? Only this isn't a modern romcom but a grim period tale so the outcome is unlikely to be ISWAK bright.)

And of course, how human that despite pushing her away, Xiu cannot help but give her hope without meaning to, because he does love her and cannot help but show it now and then.

I mean - they are doomed in every which way but I can see why neither truly can let go.

[darlingzelda]

Fenn Luxure x MC (Retsuko) Part one

   “Why won’t it change....!” Retsuko mutters to herself, waving her hands over a bronze goblet of water in an attempt to change it from water into mead.  

        She had already been there twenty minutes after the lesson had ended, practicing under the sharp eye of Toa until she was to manage the difficult bit of magic. This happened quite often, as Retsuko was not particularly gifted in magical skill.  

        “Envision the taste, smell, hue, and texture of the liquid you are attempting to recreate.” Toa instructed, standing in front of her with his arms crossed and a hint of sharpness in his voice. His blue eyes were particularly icy as they zeroed in on her cup. “If you cannot do this simple task, there is no possibility that you will be able to pass the practical exam next week. I expected more from a hardworking student such as yourself.” 

Retsuko’s red eyes were focused on her goblet until she heard a familiar voice floating down the hallway through the open door.  

“Ah yes, it has been far too long, hasn’t it? I have not stepped out into town for quite a while, I’m afraid~” 

        She knew the voice immediately, recognizing the carefree lilt and tease with which it spoke.  

        Fenn. 

        “But Prince Luxure, your romantic date was to be with me today! Can’t you give your next lecture to Prince Avari and spend the day with me instead?” a woman’s voice squealed, and Retsuko’s attention snapped to the conversation being held by Fenn and his numerous admirers.  

        Toa even noticed, turning a doleful, icy scowl in the direction of the door. “Must he hold these bothersome conversations in common places of learning...? How very like him.”  

        “Oh, how I should like to, but alas-” Fenn sighs loudly, and Retsuko could picture the theatric face he must be making with those expressive amethyst eyes of his. “Guy happens to be in Avari with his valet and the other princes simply will not cover for me anymore. How very unfortunate. Truly tragic.” 

        The girl Fenn was speaking to begins to protest in a whining voice, and Fenn- the slippery fellow he was- managed to leave her in the hallway and be on his way from there.  

Toa gives a long-suffering sigh of resignation and waves his hand in Retsuko’s direction. “Go. I cannot hold remedial lessons while that lout is traipsing around the hallways. You must practice on your own from here.” 

        Retsuko gratefully got up from the front row of seats where she had been concentrating in favor of heading to the refectory for a light meal. Sherry, Thoma, Rio, and Violet had already finished their lessons for the day, so she supposed she might join them for a bit before heading back to the common room to study. 

        As she wandered through the halls, feeling rather light of heart, she felt a pair of arms suddenly wrap around her shoulders from behind and squeeze her tightly.  

“Halloa, treasure!” 

        “Fenn!” she choked, whirling her head around to see the Luxurean prince with his body draped over hers in a very Fenn-like form of greeting. His violet eyes were filled with mirth as he squeezed her, a playful smile gracing his features. “What are you doing???” 

        “I saw you and opted to say hello, treasure. Why, don’t tell me you didn’t want to see me! I should very much feel disappointed were that the case.” Fenn sighs theatrically in response, his face contorting in a rather adorable pout. Retsuko had to shake off the feeling of her racing heart at the point-blank range from which Fenn was teasing her.  

        He was known for being rather a womanizer of sorts, spending each day with a gaggle of different women and being very open with his personal bedchambers for napping partners. It made a little sense, of course, considering how he was raised.  

        The kingdom of Luxure very widely practiced polygamy, and most of its occupants had multiple spouses. Even the King, Fenn’s own father, had a thousand-and-one wives.  

        “Well, hello, Fenn, if that’s what you wanted-” Retsuko squirmed, wiggling her way out of his embrace with difficulty and managing to extract herself from his arms. “But I should really be going. Rio and the rest are waiting for me, I’m sure-” 

        “Must you go just now?” Fenn sighs again, looking thoroughly disappointed and pushing strands of silvery-purple hair from his eyes. “I happen to have time for a nap, and I am rather tired- will you not sleep by my side? I have need of a napping partner for today, as it happens-” 

“What?? No, Fenn!” shaking her head vehemently, she turns to leave before he can rope her into any other entanglements. “Goodbye!” 

        Fenn sighs to himself as he watches Retsuko scamper off, his violet eyes following her until she disappears from his sight. “What a pity. I should very much have liked to nap with Treasure.” 

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Fenn returned to his chambers alone, opting to avoid his avid fangirls for peace of mind.  

        He sat atop the deep purple velvet chaise by his balcony window, appearing to be lost in deep thought as his valet, Violet, stepped into the room. “So this is where I find you, Fenn! I have gone on a wild goose chase hunting you down, you know!” she scolds, narrowing her brilliant purple eyes in her Master’s direction. “You are to be teaching a lesson soon, what has gotten into you lately?” 

        “Oh, halloa, Letty.” Fenn looks up as if breaking away from his thoughts, a laugh escaping his mouth as he leans back lazily on the chaise, spreading his limbs to stretch. “I have caught Treasure in the hallway, but she has escaped me once again.” 

        “You leave that poor girl alone, Fenn!” Violet plants her hands on her hips, a frown pulling her wine-colored lips. “She has enough going on as it is without you badgering her to be your sleeping partner.” She plants a sheaf of papers on the bedside table and looks up, catching Fenn in a rather unusual serious expression.  

        “I should like for her to be more than my sleeping partner, truth be told.” his voice loses the carefree lilt it usually carries as he stares at no spot in particular on the ceiling. “You know her well, do you not, Letty? Tell me all you know about treasure’s preferences.” 

        “Her preferences? What are you blathering on about, Fenn?” Violet purses her lips, settling down on a velvet seat opposite the chaise. “Retsuko is not likely to be caught anywhere near you if you carry on your romantic jaunts with these women that follow you around everywhere. I gather she needs someone who will commit to her, and you, Fenn, are not the sort to tie yourself down to one woman.” 

“One woman...” Fenn’s expression remains stony as he considers what his valet is telling him.  

        Retsuko would only consider him if he were to stop entertaining other women, in other words...? That could easily be done. He had no real love for his trysts, they were only mere distractions from the aching loneliness that plagued him ever since he was banished from Luxure. 

However, if it was Retsuko he so desired, he would have to make the decision to cut ties with Luxurean norms and become solely dedicated to her alone. 

TO BE CONTINUED…...

[radiantratqueen]

Your Grace,

It is an honor for me to take up the quill and address these humble words to you, for there is no greater joy than expressing my sincere admiration for the magnificent work you have graciously shared with the world. I know well that writing is an art that is often hard and, at times, ungrateful, yet Your Grace has woven a tale that delights the soul and ignites the heart.

Lady Elena and Ser Gwayne have found a very special place in my heart, and I treasure the way you allow us to see their stories from various perspectives. However, if I may, my restless spirit holds certain questions about your fanfic that I dare share with the hope that they do not trouble you.

Was the relationship between Lord Raymund and Princess Rhaenys merely an old friendship, or was there perhaps a hint of romance before he wed Elena’s mother? And what of Lady Joselyn—was there ever a time when she showed kindness to her son and grandchildren? I adore the relationship you portray between Lady Laena and Elena (I wish I could protect those two souls from all harm), as well as the bond between Lord Raymund and Gwayne, so deep and heartfelt.

I hope I have not been too bold with my questions, and if I have troubled you in any way, I beg you to forget them and pardon this desperate lady, captivated beyond measure by your writing. I still have many more questions, but I believe it is only fair to allow the story to unfold as it will.

I am deeply grateful for your time, and I send you my best wishes.

Lady Lyra Arryn 💙🏹

(btw sorry for my english, english is not my first language but I still study it)

Lady Lyra,

Words cannot express how happy this message has made me and I am overjoyed that you love my characters and story as much as I do.

And to answer your questions yes, there was a hint of romance between Lord Raymund and Princess Rhaenys before they married their respective spouses, most even believed that they would marry each other for a time but alas it did not come to be (which was a massive slap in the face for Raymund).

As for Lady Joselyn she is a complicated person, she was married off to Lord Robert Redwyne (who is an actual canon character and not a man I just made up) and her relationship with motherhood is complicated. She did not want to be a mother but she does love her son, she does not express it well, she and Raymund were very close when he was a young boy but as he got older and became more like his father whom she despised she began to distance herself from him, their relationship soured further after the deaths of his grandfather and father in 89 AC when he was pushed into the position of Lord of the Arbor when he was only fifteen, Lady Joselyn ever the political woman did not give her son a chance to grieve these huge losses properly. When it comes to her grandchildren, she cares for Desmond and Celia more so than Elena as all she sees when she looks at her is the woman who humiliated her son in front of the entire realm; she is crude and vulgar in her teachings to them as she feels they need exposure to the real world.

Writing about Laena and Elena's relationship has been one of my favourite parts of this because it reminds me of when I was that age and the awkwardness of puberty, as well as the camaraderie that came with the shared pain of first periods.

I will admit I was apprehensive about posting this fanfiction as I have included some very dark aspects into Gwayne's story and I was not sure how people would react to that thing with a pre-existing character. So it makes me very happy that you enjoy his bond with Raymund.

I am delighted that you asked these questions and gave me the opportunity to ramble about my characters. It means so much to me, your questions were not bold at all, they were very well composed and if you have more feel free to ask them of me. Once I have wrapped up this fanfiction I fully intend to write one following Lord Raymund's youth as well as the story of Princess Daenys.

Yours Truly, The Rat Queen

(Your English is exceptional you have no need to apologise, it's the only language I know and I struggle with it at times)

[aishabellasbigblogofeverything]

LITERALLY like I was actually inspired by this post to write this:

And like this must be a troll post by a non-Black person but assuming it’s not and it IS serious…what kind of self-loathing is this? How much disdain do you have to have for yourself in your heart to write out this disturbing shit and have anyone take you seriously? Like do you not realize that you’re giving non-Black women an ego boost by being this pathetic? Those girlies are gonna see this post and be relieved that Black girls think this way and are AGREEING with the rhetoric that we are lesser in some way, because it makes them feel better at our expense to think that we are weak and this filled with self-hatred that we will let everyone else treat us like shit and walk all over us, like stand up girly it’s getting pathetic atp lol. One Black girl in the comments even agreed with the “Black girls are less desirable/feminine” rhetoric and a non-Black girl replied “well why don’t Black girls try skin lightning cream?” you guys are literally feeding their hatred and demoralizing view of Black women as ugly and worthless and repulsive and it’s so monstrous tf like y’all seriously don’t realize what you’re doing not just to yourself but to others who look just like you as well, your sisters in arms in the community, like how dare y’all. Like you’re damn right that Black women have a different type of hair than anyone else on the planet but it is because our hair is versatile and defies gravity, it is soft and fluffy and elegant and cute, it is luxurious and voluminous and beautiful. We have the most genetic diversity of any other race on earth. Trying to spin that into something self-hating is just preposterous, I can’t believe it. But then again, anything to feed into the “Black girls are the least desired” complex. Istg some women just cannot be saved.

I agree that we need to continue building up confidence in Black women and girls and show them to take pride in their own beauty and that we can be attractive and feminine and look to each other as role models for love and strength and not try to envy/imitate white/Asian women’s lead, as if they have a monopoly on beauty norms/femininity just because a couple of Reddit nerds say so, or because of societal stereotypes that white women are the epitome of femininity and Asian women are soft, obedient, and meek, which hurts Asian women as well mind you. The men who say this shit are closet pedophiles(seeing as they all say they love Asian women for “looking like little girls” and reject Asian women who don’t fit their loli porn standard) and misogynists who think that femininity is all about being weak, submissive, and sucking a man’s dick.

There are so many communities out there for Black girls to embrace their beauty and femininity, Black girl channels for natural hair regimens and cute hairstyles, Black girls doing makeup on dark skin tones, Black girls wearing cute fashion styles like cottagecore and Lolita and coquette as well as gnc/masc styles if you have that type of swag, Black girls who do cosplay and look fine as hell while doing it, Black girls who draw adorable Black anime characters, etc., like I understand that society often treats us as lesser and like we can only fit into one stereotypical/undesirable box, but the second you step out of there and find what you are into I PROMISE it is out there you just have to find it! Don’t let your race limit you from loving yourself or expressing yourself how you want to, you don’t have to abide by some arbitrary racist beauty norms set by some white incel Reddit dude whose only interaction with Black women is reality tv, degrading online memes, and ebony porn. Add whose only interaction with Asian women is pedo loli hentai and mainstream shonen anime.

I guess the point of all this is to find Black women to admire and see yourself in because that will make you feel better about yourself and feel confident that you are enough and love being a Black woman, rather than crying that you’ll never be as beautiful/cute/girly as a white or Asian woman when we all know that’s not true, Black girls are gorgeous and poppin’ and look good in every style! I wish we could talk about the issues facing us without succumbing to this idea that we’re inherently lesser and unattractive and Blackness is inherently a curse that’s holding us back because it’s just sad and miserable and desperate behavior atp, you’ll always be Black until the day you die so just live with it and learn to accept it.

The Black femininity community very much often does prey on these insecure types with how it often tells Black women that we are inherently unfeminine unless we dive full hog into (white tradwife) hyperfemininity and always look like a perfectly made-up Barbie princess 24/7 and that any sign of Blackness like natural hair/acrylics/AAVE is unfeminine/unattractive, not to mention the intense heteronormativity of it all and how it is often rooted completely in appealing to heterosexual men and often blames Black women for our own masculinization, telling us that the only way for us to be feminine is to be more passive and compliant and “let a man lead” but even so there are still plenty of healthy Black hyperfeminine spaces that aren’t a one-size fits all and are queer-inclusive that I really just wish more Black girls who felt insecure about not being able to do that type of stuff went there instead…or realized that you don’t have to be hyperfeminine to be beautiful and that you can just be who you are and be whoever you want to be and be happy but…idk lol.

This was such a long and unhinged rant and I’m sorry if this wasn’t at all coherent and didn’t address all of your points but you’re right, this attitude always just drags Black girls back and makes us look bad, if you spend all your time on the “I fantasize about raping women and also believe in 14 words” website then of course you’re going to feel miserable, hopeless, and insecure, you need to learn to log off sometimes lol idk. Find spaces that are built for you and support you and stop worrying about what the rest of the world thinks of you and especially whether or not non-Black men are attracted to you and just do your own thing, they only hate you because they see your spark and beauty and try to tear you down, take it as a compliment because they’re just jealous lol. I hope this helps some Black girl out there somewhere who feels bad about herself but yeah, we are beautiful and amazing and awesome and we don’t need the rest of the world to tell us who we are! Period! Tf? 💅🏿

I’m begging Black girls and especially younger Black girls to please stop going on the Internet and complaining about being the least attractive/feminine/desirable and how guys don’t want you and how much you hate being a Black girl and wish you were another race(usually white/East Asian is what I see) so that you could be seen as beautiful/get the guy you want/not hate yourself every time you look into a mirror. Please. Stop doing that shit. I understand the soul-crushing way that Black girls are treated in society, and how insistent the world and people in general are in stripping us of our femininity and beauty and trying to gaslight us into believing that we’re ugly, and because of that it is so so easy to fall prey to the “we’re the ugliest of women and no one will ever love us” mentality. But when you make posts like these, talking down on yourself for being Black and expressing envy towards non-Black women, you are not only shitting on every Black woman out there who looks like you, you’re also giving non-Black girls an ego boost and letting them believe that they really are more attractive and valuable than us and that we’re “the ugly ones” because Black girls themselves are saying it and self-deprecating themselves.

I’m begging you to please stop going on these intensely anti-Black and misogynistic hate sites dedicated to hating on/tearing down women and venting about how being a Black girl is such a curse and a terrible burden and how you’ll never be as beautiful as a white/Asian woman because you have dark skin and coily hair. All you’re doing is putting yourself in harm’s way and validating the way people already think about us while shitting on your fellow Black sisters by painting us all with the “undesirable/ugly” brush. I understand that the rest of the world constantly tells us that we’re ugly/unlovable and less womanly than the rest of the groups. I understand feeling anger, confusion, and frustration at how were treated by people who are supposed to care about us and protect us. I understand feeding into it. But please don’t. Especially not on sites that prey on women’s insecurities and are filled to the brim with people who hate Black women with a seething passion. They’re only going to tell you that you’re right, not comfort you and make you feel better, you can’t rely on these sites for validation. Please talk to your friends and family or a therapist if you feel insecure about your race, and either follow Black female content creators who uplift Black women/girls or get off of social media for the betterment of your own mental health. Please. I’m begging you. 🙏🏿

[shawtuzi]

more of plug eren plssss it was too good 😩😩

OFCCCC

this might be a little messy and rushed but i hope y’all like it </3

this is 18+///cw include: smut, some fluff, drug usage, black coded reader

- plug!eren loves buying you different kinds of jewelry his favorite being the silver anklet with a small e dangling from it. he loves the way it jingles ever so softly by his ear whenever he’s got you on your back legs up in the air. ah yes he loves that anklet very much but the tennis necklace that sits so pretty on your neck is a close second

- whenever you sleepover at his apartment (which is almost every night) he’s always the first to wake up and does his daily wake and bake. he ofc has another blunt set aside for when you wake up knowing you wouldn’t let him hear the end of it for smoking without you

- i don’t see him being much of a drinker for obvious reasons but when he does drink girl he is a SLUT!!! give this man a couple shots of hennessy and he’ll have you folded in a mating press whining and bitching about how much he wants to cum in you and how much he loves you. get him cross faded and he’ll become the definition of a service dom, giving you multiple orgasms until you have to tap out only for him to breathlessly plead in your ear, “c’mon baby just one more time you feel so fucking good”

- plug!eren’s first post with the two of you on his ig is captioned “me & my bitch” and this man genuinely thought he was being romantic and still does to this day so he refuses to change it

- plug!eren will never admit it to anyone except you ofc but he loves baking. you don’t know when he got into it or why but he loves it and he infuses everything obviously. you tried making a simple red velvet with him one night and everything was going fine until you suggested the two of you have some wine while you wait which lead to eren suggesting a quickie which lead to the poor cake slowly burning while eren had your face pushed in his mattress

- KING OF BACKSHOTS!!!! omfg the way he can reach so deep and bump against that special spot with every stroke is straight up insanity. he def does the thing where he holds his shirt up with his teeth so he can see himself fucking into you

- don’t even think about buying from another plug or even a dispensary plug!eren considers it cheating but 10x worse

- “where did you get that?” eren asked referring to the disposable pen you were holding. “umm….connie….” you mumbled looking everywhere but eren’s face. “wow y/n just wow” he huffed crossing his arms an adorable pout on his face. you learned that day that plug!eren is very possessive over his clientele especially you

- baby boy secretly loves to be praised whether it’s about his looks, his performance in bed, or how good his weed is he just loves hearing good things about himself

- is the type to grab you by your throat/jaw and say “stop playin’ with me” whenever ur acting bratty and then gives u a lil kiss on the lips to let you know you’re gonna get ur way. he just cannot help but spoil you his woman deserves the finest of everything in this world

- your contact name in his phone is “wife” and the contact picture is a pic of you sleeping clutching onto the hello kitty plushie he bought for you

- plug!eren absolutely adores having slow sensual sex while he’s high!!! he loves having you ride him omfg the way he’s able to slowly run his hands over your body and admire the pretty fucked out look on your face <333 the dirty talk is elite as well and don’t even get me started on his facial expressions

- “fuuuck you feel so good baby” eren rasped using what little strength he had to bounce you on his dick. you couldn’t even reply your mind too foggy to come up with a response all you could muster were tiny moans and whines. he looked so pretty. his brows were furrowed and his nose was scrunched homeboy was completely basked in the feeling of your pussy. “this fucking pussy i swear y/n i’m gonna fuck a kid in you if you keep squeezin’ me like that” *screams internally*

- loves to roll blunts on you. he’ll roll up on your tits, back, ass, stomach it doesn’t matter he just loves to do it

- plug!eren doesn’t like to share as we all know but there was this one time you convinced him to watch you and mikasa fool around and he liked it way more then he admitted. smoking a blunt and watching the two women he trusted more than anything make out and touch each other??? yeah he loved it but don’t worry eren knew good and well his dick belonged to you and would never think about be intimate with another woman even if you were okay with it no one compares to his pretty lil gf </3

[blushedarmybunny]

Feeling Like I'm Loosing You || kth x fem reader

✧ Pairing: kim Taehyung x fem reader

✧ Word count: 2.4k

✧ Genre: angst with happy ending

✧ summary: after a tough night, you and Taehyung are not doing well, his family is what is breaking you down but at the same time you can not let Taehyung choose you over them because the guilt of pulling a family apart is too much for you to handle.

“Bae, why didn’t you pick up my calls for the past four hours. I was so worried!” your boyfriend said clearly upset, you were on a video call so you could see the worried expression on his face. You felt a little guilty for ignoring his attempts to communicate with you, but in part was because you urgently needed space after the situation that happened hours prior, and frankly you still felt not fully ready to talk to him about it, nevertheless, it was important to him, so you put your feelings aside to at least let him know that you needed more time.

“Because I needed time, Taehyung, so please leav…”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry” he interrupted you to apologize, his nervous movements and his shaking hand indicated you that he was stressed and anxious, he also spoke fast as he was running out of time.

“Look, you don’t have to apologize” you told him putting a string of hair behind your ear. He shook his head a few times

“I have to, I will apologize to you again, I’m really sorry for today, it was unacceptable” he said adamantly.

“I don’t want to talk about it right now, but it was not your actions or your words so you have nothing to apologize for” you assured him serious.

“It was my family’s words and actions, though, it is my fault for not making the limits clear” he clarified, he’s been crying, you knew. His eyes were still a little bit red and his nose was runny.

“I appreciate you reaching out, but I’m still hurt and I don’t want to be a bitch to you and say stuff that I don’t really mean because I’m mad right now” you didn’t even look at him when you said it, the frustration arriving at your system when you recalled the events.

“Please, scream at me, curse at me, I deserve it!” his voice soft and his eyes trying to fight the tears “but please let’s talk, I want to see you so bad, when you come back home? I kicked out everybody I’m here alone” he said pleading, almost begging.

“Taehyung, I really think that I should stay the night in another place, I cannot comeback there, not today” you said with honesty, you needed space and solitude to process everything.

“No baby, please come home” he started crying, you would cry too but your tears had dried an hour ago and you were tired with a headache “We need to see each other, I need to see you” he confessed grabbing his strands of his raven hair with frustration.

“Well, it’s not about how you feel today, I need space” you closed your eyes feeling the palpitations in your head trying to not lash out on him for something his family did.

“Space, what?” he repeated, still upset. “This is what they want! They want to break us, don’t let them!” you shook your head.

“It was a matter of time, they never liked me nor had further interest into putting some effort to at least tolerate me” you were sad about it, it was hard, this is the people who raised the person you love so much, the people that he admires and respect. Taehyung loves his parents and siblings so much that he constantly tells you about them and how their approval is so important to him, he has nieces and nephews that he adores with all his heart and spoils constantly, his father is like his best friend, he is close to them, so he wanted you to be close to them too, and you did really want it, they on the other hand…

“It’s over, what they say to you was my last straw too, they can’t respect the woman that I love, alright, well then is you and me only from now on” he was now mad, you could notice from his tone “You don’t have to believe their words for a second, that was total bs”

“They said that if we didn’t start dating you would have sign with the producing company, and i…believe them” you confessed, he shook his head in disgust and disagreement.

“yn…”

“That is fact, you were so close to reach your dream, but I said yes to going out with you so after our date you arrived too late and they retired the offer, you would have literally closed the deal if we haven’t dated”

“I would not change that day for anything in the word, I didn’t have to renounce to making music my parents are obsessed over that signing while I let it go that very same day because I have you instead which is a million times better, I made a very conscious choice, I choose you and I will forever choose you” he said hurt pouring love to you, his word though reassuring still didn’t take away the guilt you still experience.

“Still Tae, you wouldn’t even know the difference because you would be now on tour singing your songs to your fans, and you would have never really known what could have been with us”

“Do you really think that I would be better if I had never met you?” he scoffed

“I’m just saying…”

“I’d be forever empty, like I wouldn’t know a fraction of what is really is love without you, it would not even compare, don’t underestimate the importance you have in my life, never” he was dead serious.

“But you had so many other options that would have suited you so well and they would not have to put you in these situations with your family like me!” you were frustrated too, you hated to be the reason why they fought and drifted apart, because it was painful for him, he didn’t have to say, it was obvious.

“There is no one for me but you, if my family don’t get it that’s fine, doesn’t mean I would ever tolerate again their ways to  bring us down, I was so stupid to believe that they could change, that they would respect my decisions and whom I love the most, but in my hope to do so, I let go things they did and say to you that I should have never let pass, but my neglect did affect our relationship and it’s my fault, it’s my fucking fault” he severed, it was true, it dig a hole between you two that you weren’t sure how deep it was.

“But, you know, even though they have done me wrong sometimes, your family only wants the best for you. You may not believe it, but I can empathize with your mother, she’s your mom and wants what she thinks it’s best for you, in a fuck up kind of way, I arrived at the conclusion that if I was truly the best option for you, she would accept me, but she hates me so…” you could not believe that one day you’ll be desperately craving the approval of someone else this badly, but you did.

“You are talking like them now, stop! Can’t you see there was no other options, once I laid my eyes on you?!  what they want for me would not make me happy, it’s so hard to recognized my agency? Whatever they had planned for me it was never going to work out anyways”

“How can you be so certain, huh? What they wanted for you actually sounded pretty reasonable: educated, refined, classy. Can’t blame them when they received a piano teacher whose biggest achievement is to play in a jazz club on the weekends! she has the right to not accept me, same goes for your dad and your sister”

Taehyung apart from upset he now displayed some anger; you could see his fists on his lap.

 “If they can’t accept that I’m with you, and I’m not changing my mind about it, never, then they can fuck off”

You let out a surprised gasp.

“Tae, it’s your family!”

“I don’t care” he says done with everything “they are the ones making me takes sides”

“I don’t want you to break your family, that’s the last thing I want…” you replied concerned, a tear wanting to run freely, you could never forgive yourself for breaking a family apart, he may be saying that they can fuck off but you knew Taehyung well, he really loves his family and if you made him cut ties with them it would made him resentful and bitter towards you in the long run, your heart simply could not handle it, the fact that you are the reason why they relationship was damaged takes a toll on you, nobody wins in this game, you love Taehyung like no one else, he was your life, your fiancé, but you were ready to sacrifice whatever you had to sacrifice if that meant it was the best for him “…And I will not let you do it” you said to him determined, he crook his head not getting your words.

“Babe, what do you mean?” he asked with a nervous tone.

“It means that for your own sake, we might be better apart for a while” you responded with a serious look, his face went pale suddenly.

“I don’t understand, yn” his voice was different, you did not recognize that reaction, he almost didn’t blink like he was holding his breath.

“That means we need to take some time alone” you said, you heard a scoff from his part.

“What the fuck, yn?! No, that is a fucking awful suggestion” he said now angrier “You are fucking tripping right now”

“It was not a suggestion, it’s what we need” you replied standing your ground.

“Oh my god, shut up why are you doing this? Why are you trying to abandon me? I don’t understand…” he said more to himself panicking again almost covering his ears like a child.

“Taehyung this is not abandonment, literally thousands of coupl-”

“YES IT IS!”

“Taking some time will cool things down”

“There’s nothing to cool down, we were good earlier, now I’m sitting here in our home alone and you are fucking telling me that you are not going to come back?! i…I’m confused, my love, I’m lost”

“It’s for your own sake! I’m trying to do the best for you!”  you said to him, clearly on the edge.

“Yn, I’m just so tired that I can’t bring myself to figure out what you mean by that”

You sighted, emotionally exhausted.

“Ok look we both are so overwhelmed, my hands are shaking actually, I told you to leave me alone tonight, we can discuss this in person later…”

“In person, yes, tomorrow early as possible, it’s not like I would sleep anyway” he ran his hands through his face tired, he looks like a mess, you probably do too.

“Tae, don’t take it on your family, ok?”you said to him while he scoffed.

“They brought this mess into our relationship”

“ok?”

“fine”

“ok so good night, love you” you said tired

“I love you more” you ended the call, your head hurts so much, you felt even more awful and crying some more seemed like a good idea.

………………………………………………………………………………………………………

The next day arrived; you did not sleep much in the solitude of your cheap hotel room so you tried to do your best to be presentable covering the dark circles of your eyes with makeup. The taxi that you called was waiting for you, so got in watching the city through the window, the ride to your home felt too short, you did not feel ready to confront this situation, you were doing this for Tae.

He opened the door of your home the moment the taxi parked in the entrance, like he was waiting by the window, he came out of the house as soon as you opened your door and he paid the taxi  leading you inside, then he hugged you…hard, the arms of Taehyung never failed you to comfort you, but today he was the one in the need of comfort, so you opened your arms caressing softly his back, he was so warm.

“I missed you, babe” he said with a soft voice

“I missed you too, Tae” you responded running your fingers through his hair.

“You came back home to me”

“It was just for a night” you said to him almost whispering

“it felt like forever, I was going crazy you know?” he said to you almost whispering too “Let’s talk on the couch” he guide you putting his hands in your waist.

“Let’s make things clear, I’m upset at them right now, so upset that I’m planning going to dinner with them at their house to stand my ground, they can take it or leave it” Taehyung said convinced “first off, no more disrespect to you, I would not accept that, second if they love me they would respect my choices, they are going to stop making decisions for me, I love them a lot, but if they want a relationship with me they also have to do their part” he sighted “They already caused enough damage, they will not cause more, I promise, this is our relationship, ok?” he looked at you in the eyes, and you nodded agreeing, he then leaned down and kissed you quick and sweet.

“I did said things during the call that I did no meant, I don’t want a separation” you said while the face of Taehyung made a hurt gesture “I was desperate you know? The thought of me being the cause of you and your family’s break up, I just could not handle it, you love them Taehyung, I felt like I was pulling your family apart”

“I love you, I’m better when I’m with you, my family is my family, sometimes is easier, sometimes is harder, you got nothing to do with it, for what is worth, you are my home” he kissed you again.

“I will not pressure myself to like them, I promise you”

“And you also have to promise me you will never bring that separation stuff again” he said serious.

“I promise that too” you lifted your pinky and he smiled and interwind his with yours. “Ok let not rush things then, they have plenty of time to get used to me”

Taehyung yawned.

“Right, you are not going nowhere, now let’s cuddle I’m so sleepy”

“ 'kay”

“I love you”

“I love you too”

You put yourself on top of him and hugged him, his arms embracing you, a warm blanket over your bodies, soon enough the calm breathing of Taehyung sleeping figure, guided you to your own sleeping state.

The end.

[jeonstellate]

timestamp: parallel

it’s 8:10 pm when you beg minghao to love you.

๑彡 xu minghao x gender neutral!reader

๑彡 arranged marriage!au — little angst(?)

๑彡 paragraph format — 0.6K words

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Xu Minghao is the most ideal husband one can possibly have. He is a man mothers and grandmothers try to introduce their children and grandchildren to. He is a man people know of, even if they cannot be bothered to know about the industry he belongs in.

Polite. Witty. Charming.

Those are the words, along with their variations, that never leave the murmurs of people who had to pleasure to interact with him. No one ever contradicts them, nor has any experiences that prove otherwise.

In short, Xu Minghao is someone everybody adores. And you, just like everybody else, are no exception.

You belong in the same crowd as Minghao. You had similar upbringings, which later on transitioned into similar life paths. However, despite growing up and existing alongside him, you two rarely meet.

You and Minghao are akin to parallel lines. Except your "parallel" also means "coinciding."

Especially since Xu Minghao, the son-in-law every mother wishes to have and the husband every woman and woman-alike dream of, is legally bonded to you.

You are living the dream of thousands, if not millions, of people as Minghao’s spouse. Yet, although you realized it, that dream is never yours. Not even once.

Xu Minghao is a mere obligation to you, as you are to him. Your marriage is a mere favor from your respective parents; an unfortunate manifestation of an old familial pact. (Albeit neither of you have supported the idea from the beginning, neither of you contested the proposal, either, hence the commencement.)

You have never desired Minghao in a way a lover should, much less how a spouse should. You admire him, yes, but that feeling is twinned with nonchalance rather than anything romantic.

To you, Xu Minghao is exactly how people see him as — and so much more.

Perhaps that is why you find it easy to learn how to love him, despite his ice cold demeanor towards you.

You do not hold anything against him, even if his affections for you are strictly for show. You chose to learn how to love him all on your own, as an attempt to make your life easier. Likewise, you do not expect him to follow your lead on how to handle your shared situation — especially if there must be a hundred different ways to go on about it.

But you cannot blame yourself if you also learned how to despise the method he did choose, either.

"Please love me."

You never meant to dictate how he should feel, but his chosen expression of his feelings hurt you more than you would like to admit. (After all, as much as his feelings are valid, yours are, too.)

You have given him two years to come in terms with your marriage. Within those two years, you tried everything to develop any type of relationship with him. But, alas, every attempt you made is ignored — leaving you to a last resort.

"I can’t."

His response is left unadorned — without an apology nor any other comforting gestures. It is left as it is, cold and true. And as much as it hurt to hear, you do not prefer his rejection to be any other way.

Because now you know he has no plans to try at all.

In the morning of your third anniversary, you leave him divorce papers and your wedding ring.

Thank you, your note says, for being honest with me until the end.

You and Xu Minghao really are like parallel lines. Always appearing next to each other, as if coinciding, but never actually do. (After all, besides the shallow reflection of love being mistaken for the real thing, neither of you really cared for one another.)

[carlisles-girl]

OMG UR CAIUS FIC WAS SO GOOD COULD YOU DO SOMETHING AB ARO PLEASE

a/n: Thank you so much! I’m very excited to write for Aro, he’s one of my favourite characters, more so because of Michael Sheen’s performance. I put a slight reference to something in this, you might catch it if you know other projects Michael Sheen has been in, but you might not, and that’s alright. Hope you enjoy <3

another a/n: I did put one or two feminine terms in this work, such as ‘mia regina’ which is ‘my queen’ in Italian, so do skip over it or replace it with something else if you’d like. I love writing this type of material in the middle of my classes, it adds so much adrenaline to not get caught.

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Aro Volturi With A Human Mate

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Instead of being angry and frustrated like Caius, Aro was more excited.

Like as if he was getting ready for a big party.

A human for a mate was inevitable for some vampires, of course, but Aro didn’t expect to be included in the some.

He was excited since it was rare for such high profile vampires to socialize with humans.

Aro often gushed to his brothers, excited to meet you, but also for them to meet you.

He wanted to host a ball for your welcome.

But Marcus noted that it would probably be slightly frightening for you to be in a room full of vampires.

Most of the vampires would look at you as if you were some sort of a snack.

Because it Marcus’ comment, Aro assumed it would be a greater choice to send an invitation to a tour of the castle.

Free of cost, of course.

When you had received the invitation, you were beyond excited.

An invitation to a tour of an ancient castle with endless legends, for free?

Absolutely.

The tour was the next day, so of course you were slightly nervous.

When the tour commenced, a very pretty woman named Heidi lead the tour group.

She began to speak of secrets of the castle, as well as secret corridors and legends.

Some things a normal tour guide would most likely have no idea about.

Heidi then looked in your direction, and smiled brightly at you.

“It’s very lovely here. I’m sure you’ll love it.”

Just when she had finished her sentence, she opened the doors where there were three men sitting in thrones, and what seemed to be 4 guards.

The man who sat in the middle, greeted everyone and began speaking greatly of the castle.

He had only stopped when he motioned for your tour guide, Heidi, to come forward.

She did as told, and held her hand out towards him.

You would have thought it was to greet him, but it seemed like he was concentrated, or zoned out.

“Magnifico! I will get Demetri to escort them.” (Translation: “Magnificent! I will get Demetri to escort them.”

A man who you assumed was Demetri, walked in your direction.

“Come with me, all will be alright, rest assured. However, do not look behind you.”

You went with him, doing as he said, but immediately turned around when the rest of the tour began screaming.

“What the hell was that?!”

Demetri just grabbed your wrist and brought you upstairs.

“Just stay in here, I’ve been instructed to keep you under my eye. Aro will explain everything to you.”

“Aro?”

“The man who sat in the middle throne.”

You nodded, and decided to sit on one of the window seats.

You wanted to ask Demetri as many questions as you wanted to, but you didn’t want to bother him, or disrupt him from his job.

When the door had opened and Demetri bid his farewells, you had turned around and saw Aro.

“You must be Y/n, correct?”

“Yeah, and you’re Aro?”

“I am, I assume you have a good amount of questions?”

You nodded, and Aro moved swiftly but smoothly towards the opposite side of the window seat.

“May I?”

“Of course.”

He sat opposite to you, and smiled slightly at you.

“There’s no need to be afraid of me, or the others. You’re the most safe you could ever be in the castle. I promise you, I will keep you safe.”

“May I ask why the rest of the tourists were screaming when I left?”

“I sense that that question should be answered later, appropriately.”

You were slightly frightened as to what the final answer would be, it could be anything.

Perhaps there was a reenactment of the past after you had been escorted, one of the tourists got pushed and the rest screamed since one of them fell, or the worst:

They were murdered.

“I feel like I already know what happened.”

“I sense that you do know, too. I will tell you everything in a moment. But for now, would you care to lend me your hand?”

You trusted Aro, though you were positive your ancestors were screaming from above or below not to trust him.

You held your hand out in front of him, and before he held your hand in his own, he asked for permission or something else.

“I want you to think of the happiest memory you have stored in your mind, I will describe it to you. I will not see anything else besides the things you want to show me, unless I have your permission.”

You thought of a memory, and then placed your hand in Aro’s palm.

He covered the back of your hand with the palm of his other hand, then he began telling you small details of your chosen memories you had even forgotten about.

When he was finished, he brought his head up from looking down, and smiled at your face of bewilderment.

“That is so cool! Is that like your superhero power?”

Aro smiled widely at your interest in his gift, and began explaining what his was.

“I have a gift, it’s called tactile telepathy. I can read everyone’s thoughts and memories with a single touch. The others in this coven have multiple different gifts, they help keep us safe.”

“So you’re all like superheroes?”

“Vampires, darling.”

After that, Aro enjoyed seeing your memories whenever you two were apart for some sort of time.

Especially say you were having a difficult time attempting to explain something to him, he would hold your hand and immediately understand what you were trying to say.

“I understand you, cara mia. I always will.”

And he was right, he understands you in every way possible.

Aro memorized your body language on how you react to different things, as well as your facial expressions.

When you’re uncomfortable with something, he will do absolutely everything in his power to make you comfortable.

Aro will burn down the entire world for you.

When it’s time for you to go to sleep, you best believe that Aro set up the most lavish and comfortable room for you.

The best and most comfortable bed, of course.

You lay down on his chest, and he brushes the hair out of your face, admiring your tired eyes looking back at him.

“Would you like for me to read to you, dearest?”

You nodded your head, and Aro would get up from wherever he was seated, swiftly retrieve a book, lay back down next to you, and begin reading.

He loved having you hold his hand while he read, it lets him see what you’re imagining the scene that he’s reading to you.

And when you fell asleep while he was reading, he would be so very content.

You curled up next to him, sound asleep on his chest.

Aro adored seeing what you were dreaming.

He loved how humans brains worked while they were sleeping, keeping your mind entertained with multiple little scenarios.

When you woke up, however, Aro would prefer to have you describe your dreams, if you remembered them.

He loved to learn more about humans, especially in the modern age.

And you loved to learn more about vampires, especially in the ancient times.

Aro would often tell you stories of each coven he encountered, his old family and friends, and his past human life.

As much as he wants you to be changed into a vampire like the rest, he can’t help but smile whenever you got slightly nervous around him, stuttering over your words, and hiding your face with your hands out of embarrassment.

He pays attention to little details about you.

Especially your eyes.

Even the shade of your eyes stops him from changing you. Your eyes wouldn’t be as unique anymore, they’d be the same red as everyone else’s.

“You have the most magnificent shade of colour in your eyes, mia regina. I simply cannot get enough of them.”

Being absolute best friends with Demetri.

But wherever Demetri was, Felix wasn’t too far behind.

You three are like a troublemaker trio, always causing trouble and pulling pranks on different members of the guard.

Never Jane or Alec, though. Unless it was a scheduled board game night or something along the lines.

Which Alec loved to take away different players senses, allowing him to cheat in the games you’d play.

He doesn’t do it all the time, though.

Marcus was a lot more welcoming towards you, perhaps more than anyone else.

Whenever Aro couldn’t, he’d show you different areas of the castle you hadn’t seen yet, and would give you wonderful pieces of advice along the way.

“Remember to stay true to yourself, never let anyone think for you.”

Aro will spoil you insanely.

If you mention a specific piece of clothing even once, you better expect that when you wake up the next morning, Aro has an elegantly wrapped package placed at the foot of your bed with a note written in fine handwriting.

“Mia amato, I have seen you speak of this article of fabric, and I have gone out of my way to make sure you have every little thing you admire. I need you to be the happiest you can possibly be. Please accept my gift, and meet me by the gardens by noon. I’ll see you then. Cordialmente, Aro.”

You two have annual walks throughout the garden, usually during golden hour. The sun still above, but setting at the same time, making it seem like Aro was made of a trillion Tiffany Yellow Diamonds.

He loved finding a flower that suited your mood for the day, and putting it behind your ear.

“My beautiful.”

You two often walked either arm in arm, or hand in hand, but sometimes you would hold him closer with your arm wrapped around his waist, your head leaning on his side or shoulder.

Often times, when the moon is visible, you would slow dance together, looking at each other with smiles on your faces, just appreciating each other’s presence.

Usually, Aro would come back into the castle around 2 in the morning, carrying your sleeping self up to your shared room, after you had fallen asleep on his shoulder while sitting in the garden.

The rest of the kings and guards would be predominantly more happy than from before you had arrived.

You had given Aro something to look forward to after trials and mountains of work, something he didn’t have for hundreds of years.

Though, Caius was still slightly jealous of you.

You had practically stolen one, if the not the most, needed member of the vampire world. Aro was nearly as focused on you than he was on trials and legislature.

He’d warm up to you eventually.

At least, you hoped.

Speaking of trials, you wanted to sit in and watch the trials, to see what it was about, and how it worked.

You knew the most of it, of course, Aro had already told you. But you wanted to see it live.

Aro was quick to say no, he didn’t want you to get hurt, or worse, killed.

He understood what would happen to him if his mate was killed, Marcus was the example. He couldn’t even bear the thought of you not being by his side.

Though, you owning the key to his heart, convinced him to let you watch, letting both Jane and Alec stay on either side of you, protecting you if anything were to go wrong.

You would usually sit on Aro’s lap, and then the throne when he had to see what was truly going on by using his gift.

Jane usually stood on the left of the throne, and Alec on the right.

Mainly since Caius sat on the throne in the left, and Jane loved to torture the criminals.

He loved the front seat view.

Constant look backs of reassurance to make sure that you’re alright.

Nearly always having your hand in his.

Forehead kisses.

Constantly bringing the back of your hand up to his lips.

Getting the absolute best care in the world, health wise especially.

When Aro proposed, it was in the bedroom the both of you share, and he was reading some poetry to you.

All was going swell, and then he got to one page.

“I can write no stately poem

As a prelude to my lay;

From a poet to a poem

I would dare to say.

For if of these fallen petals

One to you seem fair

Love will waft it till it settles

On your hair.

And when wind and winter harden

All the loveless land.

It will whisper of the garden,

You will understand.”

At the end, you were leaned up closer to him, looking at him in awe.

He closed the book, and placed it aside gracefully, before leaning slightly closer to you. Placing his hands overs yours.

“Do you remember who wrote that, cara mia?”

“I do. That’s Oscar Wilde, right?”

“That’s right. There’s so much I want to say to you, especially in this particular moment, but I don’t think there’s enough words to express my love and affection towards you. I’ve known you for a little while, and I can feel the bond between us, and I know you can feel it, too. The universe has guided us together, and I am so very thankful for every second we have spent together, and I’m even more thankful for the rest of eternity we have. However, I am the most thankful of the fact that I have the most gorgeous human as a mate. I love you so much, anima mia. Will you do me the best thing that could ever happen to me in my thousands of years, and marry me?”

You said yes, obviously, who wouldn’t?

You leaned over to press your lips against his, as he held one side of your face with one hand, and the other hand slid a ring on your ring finger.

While Aro wanted an extremely lavish wedding, with all the diamonds in the world, you wanted something more of a homely essence.

So you compromised, and had a bit of both.

Aro invited nearly every vampire to the wedding, wanting to show you off in every way he could.

The Denali’s, Cullens, Irish coven, everyone was invited.

Except for the Romanian coven, Vladimir and Stefan. Not trusting them to be in your presence.

The wedding was held in the garden, the arch where Aro stood had your favourite flowers intertwining around it, with diamonds pressed in the centre of each individual flower.

Demetri walked you down the isle, smiling proudly when he handed you over to Aro.

Proud that his leader had finally found true love, and that one of his best friends is finally where they need to be.

After the official wedding ceremony, the rest of the night and day were spent smiling and showing off each other to the guests.

When the night ended, it was finally time for you to be changed to a vampire.

Aro sat by the bed were sitting on, making sure that you were absolutely ready to be converted to a vampire for the rest of eternity.

“Are you ready, my darling?”

You nodded your head, and Aro took one final look into your coloured eyes, attempting to remember every small detail of them.

Aro then moved your hair away from your neck, before placing his lips over where he would finally bite down and turn you immortal.

“Just say when, and I’ll see you after.”

[pupperofdarkness]

Top 5 Ladies of Berserk ?

yoooo i’m here for questions like this. Gotta warn you though, I’m not the very good at going into depth about these things, but I’mma try

5. Slan 

Honestly she’s terrible, but we stan lol. But seriously, I find her absolutely fascinating and I really wish we could have learned who she was before she ascended, what actually made her activate her Crimson Behelit, and who did she sacrifice. Really I think I’m just fascinated by the mystery surrounding her.

4. Schierke

Such a wonderful lil bean :’). I’ve always adored child characters who are wise beyond their years and Schierke is definitely one of my favorites. I mean, we’re talking about a 12-13 year old girl who ADULTS look to for assistance when it comes to learning magic or staying sane, here. That to me speaks volumes of her strength. What I love most about her, though, is her dynamic with Guts. It’s so sweet how, aside from Casca, she’s the only other person he’s ever been completely open with and the fact that he trusts and believes in her so much is just so amazing to me. Plus her and Isidro’s antics never cease to make me laugh.

3. Luca 

She’s just a ray of sunshine in such a dark setting ☺️. I admire that despite living in such a bleak world and being in a hellish situation, she still remains, kind, selfless, and brave. And the unconditional, motherly love she has for her girls is just so heartwarming. I’ll be honest, I was pretty bummed when she didn’t join Guts’ party, but she had to look out for her girls so I get it.

2. Farnese

Ngl she got on my nerves at first, but I also found myself intrigued by her and the more I read, the more I ended up empathizing with her and liking her. 

For all intents and purposes, she should have become a terrible person, hell she almost did. Though I will say that’s pretty understandable, given how she was raised. Growing up neglected, sheltered and lonely can be really damaging to a person’s psyche. And the fact that she only got positive attention by hurting others did NOT help her mental instability. But when she joined Guts’ party, became Casca’s caretaker, and became Schierke’s student, I saw a side of her that I never would have expected to see in a character like her. It turns out her sadism hid kindness and compassion and selflessness. She just needed an opportunity to let that side of her shine through. I especially love her relationship with Casca and how she went from being a protector to a close female friend for Casca to rely on (which is something Casca really needs atm).

Also, I thought it was cool how Miura wrote Farnese using her penchant for bondage and sadomasochism to do good after her characterization (i.e. the thorn snakes). She’s actually the first instance I’ve seen of BDSM being portrayed in a positive way with a story like this, so that was pretty refreshing.

1. Casca

Words just cannot express how much I love this woman. But I’ll do my best.

Everything about her is just so amazing and she’s probably one of the STRONGEST female characters I know. I mean, this girl kept the Band of the Hawk together and lead them for a whole ass YEAR in Griffith’s place and when the Eclipse went down, she maintained a level head and managed to calm everyone down before everything went to shit. That honestly says a lot about her strength and leadership prowess.

That’s not to say that she always has it together. She can be hot-tempered at times but even then, she still has good judgement. She’s also emotional, and tends to cry a lot, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing. Actually, the fact that she wears her heart on her sleeve is just another thing that I admire about her. Her vulnerability only ADDS to her strength and imo makes her that much more relatable, because it underlines that while she is a gifted sword fighter, soldier, and commander, she’s still a human not a machine or weapon. And Casca realizing this, learning to find value within herself and learning to consider what SHE wants out of life rather than letting her value be dictated by her usefulness to someone else is something I love so much about her. And you probably have seen this a lot across tumblr, but I love, love, LOVE that she’s a WOC. I mean, how many instances are there of a leading lady in a dark medieval fantasy being POC, especially during the ‘90s?

My only complaint about her was that it took so long for her to come back to us. I don’t mind that Miura decided to have her dissociate after the Eclipse (in a few ways it makes sense given all that she witnessed and what she had to endure at the hands of Griffith and the apostles), but I wish it didn’t take 20 irl years for her to regain her sanity. Tbh, I think it would have been better if she began to gradually come back to herself or learned to cope with her trauma over the course of her and Guts’ journey, but it is what it is, and I’m just glad she’s back.

I just love her sooo much, holy shit 😩.

(btw, sorry it took so long for me to answer, I’m not used to people asking me stuff like this and I wanted to answer it the best that I could)

[that-blue-vault-dweller]

How would the companions react to Nora (who doesn’t trust people and doesn’t like to be touched) show her trust in them by letting them tend to several wounds on her arms and legs. Afterwords she gives them a big hug and a peck on the cheek saying “Thanks for helping me. This world we live in is so cruel and you have been a great friend to me and you really care about me.” BTW your writing is excellent and everyday I look forward to your post!!! Please keep up the good work!!!!! 💛💙

Oh, my gosh!!!! Thank you so, so much!!!! You are just so sweet! You have no idea how much that means to me to hear 🥺���💖💖

Thank you for the request, and I hope you enjoy!!! 🥰🥰🥰💙💛

Cait - Is very surprised that F!Sole let her help her like this, but she does not say anything, just acting as if it is normal procedure even if she does feel like if she makes one wrong move, it could drive the other woman away. But when she finishes and F!Sole gives her a swift kiss on the cheek before embracing her firmly, Cait is totally bumfuzzled. She very carefully puts her arms around F!Sole, not knowing what to do, but just deciding to go with it since she does actually like the feeling of holding someone so important to her in her arms. When F!Sole quietly tells her how wonderful of a friend she has been to her, Cait just shakes her head, muttering a "thank you" but truly thinking of how much better of a friend F!Sole has been to her.

Piper - Is honestly shocked that her Blue is letting her put her hands on her this much even if it is just to help with injuries. However, she feels honored that F!Sole is letting her do this since it shows such a great trust in her. So Piper tries to be as gentle as she can, hoping that this is the beginning of a deeper friendship between the two. And when F!Sole gives her an affectionate peck on the cheek and hugs her tightly, whispering all those heartbreakingly wonderful words to her as she just holds her tightly, Piper feels her stomach twist and her chest grow ridiculously warm as she grins unashamedly. She just nestles her face in Nora's shoulder, whispering a "you're welcome" and just enjoying how close she is to her best friend for the first time.

Curie - Is very pleased to finally be allowed to help F!Sole with her injuries. She is honestly surprised, but she is definitely not going to question it. She just appreciates that F!Sole trusts her enough at this point to let her get so close. However, when F!Sole kisses her on the cheek quickly before enveloping her in her arms, Curie is very pleasantly shocked, and she returns the embrace wholeheartedly, just enjoying the feel of someone she admires so much actually hugging her for the first time. And when F!Sole whispers how much Curie means to her, Curie sniffles, a few tears coming into her eyes as she feels completely full inside.

MacCready - Is very happy that she trusts him to assist with the bandaging of her injuries, and he tries to avoid touching more than he has to since he knows how she feels about this sort of thing. However, he is absolutely reeling when she suddenly kisses him on the cheek once he has finished, and when she hugs him and says what a wonderful friend he is, he is even more bumfuzzled. However, he carefully returns the embrace, not sure what to say but just grateful for the fact that she cares so much.

Deacon - Completely understands her trepidation about trusting others but is extremely glad that he is one of the few people that she does trust with this. He cannot believe that she is actually letting him put his hands on her this much without her flinching away, but he nevertheless tries to work quickly, knowing she must be uncomfortable. After all, he would be if he were in her position. But when she kisses him on the cheek and hugs him tightly before telling him how much he means to her, he is totally shocked beyond belief. It means quite a bit to him that she values him so highly, but he also is very uncomfortable himself and wonders just what has gotten into her to make her want to suddenly get so touchy-feely with him.

Codsworth - Is very pleased that she has trusted him enough to let him assist her with her injuries like this. He is absolutely as pleased as can be to serve in any way he can, but this great show of trust means the world to him. And when she actually kisses him on the side of his metal and wraps her arms around him the best she can before telling him that he has been an absolutely incredible friend to her, he thinks that he could practically die of pure happiness if he was actually human. He is smiling on the inside, and he tries his best to vocally express all that he is feeling.

Hancock - Hopes that this is the beginning of the two of them trusting each other even more. After all, Hancock trusts her completely, and it feels nice for her to trust him in return. He takes care of her wounds carefully, not taking too long but not moving too quickly either. He revels in the trust that is being placed in him. However, when she kisses him on the cheek, gives him a big hug, and explains that he means the world to her, he hugs her back just as tightly and smiles widely, absolutely adoring this newfound connection. He will remember this for a long time.

Danse - Greatly appreciates the trust that she is currently placing in him by letting him tend to her wounds. He is pleased that she has loosened up enough around him to let him help her how he knows that she would help him without any hesitation whatsoever. However, he is completely stuck in place when she kisses him on the cheek and hugs him warmly after he has finished helping her with the injuries. And when she says all of those sweet words to him, he can feel his heart melting into a giant puddle of goo. He carefully returns the hug, just enjoying the huge warmth that is making him feel so strangely whole. One thing is for sure. He will treasure this moment forever.

Preston - Loves how she has decided to trust him. It means quite a bit to him that his General has finally reached the point that she trusts him when she is in such a compromising situation, and he makes sure to comment quietly what it means to him that she is letting him do this. When she offers him small kiss on the cheek and hugs him firmly before telling him just how much he means to her, he is very surprised but ecstatic. He hugs her in return, rubbing her back gently before patting it carefully. He is very happy to be friends with such an amazing person.

Valentine - Appreciates the trust she is placing in him, and he really likes that she is finally loosening up a little about things. He is careful to avoid hurting her when he tends to her wounds since he does not want to break this trust. However, to his surprise, when he has finished, she pecks him on the cheek and hugs him tightly before telling him that he is such a wonderful and kind friend to her. He feels a warmth spreading through his chest like no other, and he just hugs her in return, patting her back affectionately and smiling softly the entire time.

X6-88 - Is rather surprised that F!Sole has actually let him help her when she's so vulnerable, but he just keeps that surprise to himself. However, when F!Sole kisses him on the cheek quickly before hugging him like X6 has never been hugged before, X6 is honestly frozen. And when F!Sole tells him that he has been an absolutely wonderful friend to her, he is completely unable to move and he is just reeling as he wordlessly relishes the feeling of one of the few true hugs he has ever received.

[sergeanthopeless]

female Byleth S-supports ranked best to worst

(keeping my personal feelings about the pairings themselves to a minimum)

(Gilbert and Alois omitted, since those are platonic S-supports)

(warning: long post)

1. Seteth 

This S-support is about as romantic as it can get. This thing just makes my heart flutter every. dang. time. and it’s easily the best S-support in the whole game for female Byleth. There’s a REASON why a lot of people hop aboard the Setleth train after witnessing this masterpiece.

Sure, Seteth lectures his way in and out of the proposal, but let’s be real, if it was any different it would be out of character, and acting the responsible advisor is just part of his charm. Plus, he pledges utter devotion to Byleth for the rest of his existence, and we essentially get wedding vows out of this one. It doesn’t get better than that!

He’s so self-assured during this S-support, and that’s sexy. But he is patient and affectionate with her, and takes the time to make sure there’s no room for confusion. He clarifies that his feelings are not those of duty (which is a problem with some other S-supports), or an interest in perpetuating a Nabatean or Crest-rich bloodline. It’s very clear that he just wants her, and that’s it. But where others put Byleth on a pedestal, this S-support feels like an exchange between equals.

Byleth’s reaction to this one is particularly noteworthy — there’s an unusual amount of emotional expression from Byleth during this S-support, INCLUDING A FRIGGIN BLUSH! Byleth does NOT blush often during these supports. Plus, Byleth asks Seteth to promise that he’ll follow wherever she goes. Unlike some of the other S-supports, it’s very clear that she’s invested in him and wants him.

Favorite quotes:

“I cannot conceive of a world without you in it.”

“I love you, deeply. Will you marry me?”

“From this day forward, I will always be at your side. Through good or ill fortune. Through the greatest of joys and the worst of woes. No matter how daunting the task, I will be there.”

“Courage, my love. Let us go forth and face the world - together.”

2. Hubert 

I was genuinely caught off-guard with Hubert, especially since I haven’t played Crimson Flower yet and have gotten all of my impressions of Hubert from the fandom. A pleasant surprise, though, and pleasant enough to snag the #2 best S-support!

He starts with advisor nagging, which is no surprise since that’s his character. However, he doesn’t take too long to get to the point of the conversation, and everything is straightforward yet sweet. It’s very cute how he flustered he gets in the beginning, and his self-consciousness about his suitability as a husband is really sweet. But what really clinched this for me was the privilege of seeing a BLUSHY HUBERT! This surprisingly lovable psychopath gets so dang worked up and excited over Byleth giving him a ring and proposing to him right back.

Favorite quotes:

“[I’d] rather you be with me rather than some dubious individual.” (Yes, I altered the quote, but let’s be real, he wasn’t talking about Edelgard there.)

“I once thought killing you would be a great challenge, but the real difficulty was declaring my love.”

3. Ignatz 

This S-support starts with an angry Ignatz, which had me worried. Ignatz is one of those characters where I expected his apparent youthfulness to cause a problem in his S-support (it definitely causes problems in other S-supports), even though he’s actually 17 at the start of game like Felix, Dimitri, Claude, Raphael, Ferdinand, and Edelgard. So I was pleasantly surprised by the sheer maturity of his proposal!

While he’s definitely self-conscious and doesn’t even expect Byleth to accept his proposal, it says a lot that Ignatz still had the guts to do the proposing. While he expresses surpassing admiration toward Byleth as someone who supported him through troubled times, he’s not dependent or subservient. Yes, there is a prominent fixation on Byleth’s beauty, but he’s an artist, so I think that adds more meaning to what would otherwise be an extremely shallow point to make during an S-support.

Favorite quotes:

“You are my goddess.”

 “You soothed my troubled soul.”

“My beloved goddess.”

“I want to love you for all eternity.”

“I love you with all my soul.”

Hoo boy, this boy’s got a serious SILVER TONGUE on him! *fans self*

4. Lorenz 

Regardless of how you feel about Lorenz, you’ve gotta admit this is a pretty flawless proposal. He reminisces about and apologizes for the trouble he used to cause as a youth, has a smooth transition into the presentation of the ring, and then his composure falls apart when Byleth reveals she’s been wise to him all along. He’s such a perfectionist, and his determination to propose perfectly is very consistent with his character. But I also appreciate that he made sure of Byleth’s feelings before actually asking her to marry him (ring presentation aside).

This S-support makes it very clear just how much Lorenz admires Byleth, which I feel is extremely important in context of his character. He can be incredibly self-centered to the point of being downright irritating, so the fact that he’s now talking about her and is focused entirely on her shows the sincerity of his feelings and how much Lorenz has grown as a person.

The bit at the end where he gets overexcited and uses his full name is hilarious, but I’m glad the S-support doesn’t end there, which would have taken away from it. Instead, it ends with Lorenz swearing to make Byleth happy and work with her in making the world a better place. Equal partners!

The last thing that really made this S-support for me was the voice acting. The broken voice, trembling, and stammering really added emotional depth to Lorenz’s character in this critical moment, and really brought everything to the next level in terms of overall impact.

Favorite quote: “Pedigree and status are no longer priorities for me. I now know that what matters most is the worth of an individual’s soul.”

5. Felix

The moment I noticed that this S-support was taking place at the training grounds, I knew it was going to be good. And it goes exactly as you would expect with our favorite tsundere, flustered and deflecting and all, but the sheer effort that he ends up putting into it is so endearing. And I adore how Byleth messes with him the whole time.

It starts rough, let’s be real. He just hands the ring to Byleth and tells her to “take this.” Oh, Felix. This poor boy is so. friggin. hopeless. You can practically hear his thought process leading up to this point. “How do I make sure Byleth never leaves?... Ah, marriage — yes, that’ll lock her in!” *facepalm*

But Felix’s body language is what really makes this S-support, starting with the finger point and then ending with the kabedon. Plus, we get a glimpse of something very rare: blushy Felix!

Favorite quotes:

“Fight me for the rest of my life.”

“I want you to be my wife. Please say yes. Let’s get married and stay together until we die. I love you.”

6. Balthus

I really didn’t know what to expect with this one, although to be honest, what expectations I did have were fairly low. Yet despite his faults, Balthus managed to scrape together a rather charming S-support! His nervousness and stuttering is adorable for such a big, tough-talking guy, and I love that we actually get an impatient “Just say it already,” from Byleth.

It was nice to see Byleth’s good influence on Balthus, although I’m not a fan of the woman-redeems-man trope. And considering that Balthus asks for up to 5 years to get his act together…that wasn’t exactly a point in his favor.

What made this S-support for me was all of the classic lines. Balthus isn’t necessarily a smooth talker, but it would be wrong to say that he doesn’t know how to talk to a woman. The proposal itself had me ROLLING: “Marry me, pal!” The voice acting was flawless, particularly when he said, “my love.” Balthus, I’ll say this on Byleth’s behalf: please stop trying so hard. And never say that again.

Favorite quotes:

“It’s time to take the biggest gamble of my life.”

“Comfort be damned! I need you by my side. Always.”

“Let’s get hitched right away! I know a guy.”

“To look after you...and be brave enough to let you look after me. that’s what marriage is all about, right?”

S-support portraits shouldn’t really matter here, but I’m going out on a limb here and saying that Balthus’ portrait is the best one of all Byleth’s S-supports.

7. Dorothea

I have a lot of Dorothea feels, okay? She’s my baby girl. And by this point in the game, she’s so jaded and used to disappointment that it just breaks my heart. So when Byleth proposes to her, you can hear the genuine emotion in her voice. She’s so in love with Byleth, but clearly talked herself out of it long before this moment. “You won the war. You could pick anyone in the world. Why would you…?”

And then she’s so happy. It’s not fancy, but her pure happiness really makes this for me. The hopeless romantic finally getting her happy ending is just really lovely.

Favorite quote: “I starred in so many operas where I captured the heart of my beloved. But I never dreamed that it would feel this wonderful when it actually happened.”

8. Ferdinand

Oh boy, Ferdie. There wasn’t much of a preamble, and the presentation of the ring wasn’t anything special. He’s still full of himself: “You hear noble Ferdinand von Aegir declare his love for you, and all you say is, ‘I understand’?” and this S-support is more focused on him than it is on Byleth, which is exactly the opposite of what happened with Lorenz’s S-support, even though they’re similar characters.

That being said, this S-support has its moments. We get a good reaction out of him (even though it’s over the top), and we get a sign of his personal growth when he reins himself in. The trembling and feeling faint is very cute (10/10), and considering his ambitious nature, him saying that he considers winning Byleth’s heart to be one of his greatest accomplishments is sweet, as is the way he dreams about their future.

In other words, this one starts rough, but ends sweet.

Favorite quote: “I need you as much as I need my next breath — more, even.”

9. Dedue

Can we just appreciate that Dedue chose to leave Dimitri for Byleth? That is so meaningful. Dedue spends the entire game unhealthily attached to Dimitri, and finally he finds something that he chooses for himself. Of course, there is the concern that he will become unhealthily attached to Byleth, but I don’t get that impression from his S-support.

There are so many wonderful little details in this S-support. The tiny, modest ring. The straightforward proposal. Both of them gazing at each other in loving, comfortable silence afterward. Byleth’s blush. And DEDUE’S LAUGH. Just. the laugh. It’s important.

Finally, Dedue invites Byleth to come with him to visit Duscur. TAKE NOTES, CLAUDE!! Anyway…

10. Edelgard

*takes a deep breath and sets aside my feelings about Edelgard’s stance on the Children of the Goddess*

Alright, so this S-support is significant because it’s one of the few where you can tell that there is genuine affection on Byleth’s end. She really takes charge of the proposal, going so far as to use Edelgard’s nickname, “El,” to convey affection and intimacy.

At first I was concerned when I heard Edelgard say, “This ring…thank you, my dearest friend,” and I was like HOLD UP – did Byleth just get friendzoned?? But Edelgard clarifies by expressing that she has romantic feelings too, which saves the scene. But while sweet, the rest of the S-support focuses on Edelgard’s ambitions and generally lacks romance. Fitting for her character? Yes. A satisfying S-support? Not really.

11. Dimitri 

It’s clear from the beginning of this S-support that Dimitri and Byleth have become close friends. I appreciate the way they talk about their wounds, and although talking about Dimitri’s nightmares is far darker than I expected from an S-support, it shows just how much Dimitri has improved.

What disappointed me about this S-support is the lack of emotion on both sides. Sure, the “my beloved” pet name is wonderful. And sure, Byleth isn’t very emotional as a rule. But Byleth shows more emotional in other S-supports. And there is not nearly enough of a reaction on Dimitri’s side. Come on, dude. You’ve been aggressively simping over Byleth since Day 1, and you’re just taking this proposal in stride?? You should be unconscious right now.

12. Mercedes

I’m so proud of how far Mercedes has come at this point. She’s determined to live in a way that makes her happy, outside of her Crest or anyone else’s expectations. That being said, a lot of this S-support feels more like it could have been an A+ support.

Major points to Mercedes to being the one to do the proposing. A lot of people mistake her kind nature for being demure, which is not the case. She is bold, speaks her mind, and knows what she wants. And in this case, that’s Byleth. Her proposal is gentle and respectful, if a bit bland, and her reaction to Byleth’s acceptance is absolutely adorable. She’s so happy yet insecure, and I wish there was more communication from Byleth to reassure her.

13. Hanneman

Hanneman is an academic through and through, and his nature as a scholar comes through strongly in his S-support. He tries to approach things pragmatically, almost ruins things by talking about Byleth’s role in his research, but fortunately realizes that’s the wrong way to do it and takes a new approach with more feeling. It’s very similar to Linhardt’s S-support, but less self-centered and overall better. Hanneman treats Byleth as an equal, and shows enthusiasm in his own way.

Overall, this is an extremely pragmatic S-support, but it’s not without its charms. That being said, it definitely requires an interpretation of Byleth’s character where she has developed a taste for academia.

Favorite quotes:

“I suppose there’s no reason to hold ourselves back any longer.”

“I don’t want the power of your Crest - I want you.”

“I can’t wait to see the results of this undertaking.”

14. Yuri

This S-support is very consistent with Yuri’s character. The scene opens with Yuri trying to repay his “debt” to Byleth, which definitely lacks in romantic vibes, but works in context. It’s nice to see Yuri nervous and out of composure, but I admit I had been expecting…more…from him with how charming he’s supposed to be. Then again, like Sylvain, maybe the fact that he’s dropped the façade is supposed to make it meaningful. At least he blushes! Blushy Yuri is something I didn’t know I needed. The bit at the end where he whispers his true name in her ear is very nice, too.

But yikes…Yuri talks about his death. And considering that in most of the routes, Byleth ends up being most likely essentially immortal, this hits HARD. She is definitely facing the death of her lover in a few decades at most, and that is not something she wants to think about during a proposal.

Favorite quote: “In return for this ring, I ask for you.”

15. Raphael 

Raphael is a pretty clueless, non-romantic kind of guy. But the sudden proposal is very cute. Considering how awful he is at expressing himself, it works really well with his character to simply have him jump right in and get it over with.

That being said, I couldn’t help but feel that his reasoning for getting married was just a little loose. He always wants to be with Byleth and expresses that he wants to serve as her knight. Uh, you realize you can do that without marrying her right, bud? Byleth didn’t seem to be very into this proposal either, although she does have a wonderful little smile in the S-support portrait, which makes up for that. I love how the portrait emphasizes Raph’s size and strength by having him lift her up bridal style. It’s an actually flattering portrayal of him, too.

Favorite quote: “And…I’ll love you. Forever and ever. And ever!”

16. Sylvain 

Ah yes, Sylvain. Our favorite train wreck. The good news is that he’s finally taking charge of his life, and I like that he’s straightforward in this S-support rather than flirtatious, which means that you know he’s being sincere. It’s cute to see him genuinely happy, and his statement that “I’m going to spend the rest of our lives together trying to make you happy,” is very good.

However, the “If you told me you never wanted me to look at another woman, I’d go blind for you” is going too far. I know it addresses his skirt-chasing character, but I just don’t know if they could have a healthy relationship. I know this is rating the support scene, not the ship itself, but I don’t think that’s a positive indicator for the future.

17. Claude 

This S-support gives me so many bad vibes. Yes, he expresses his love for Byleth as well as his utmost confidence in her, but dude, actions matter more than words, and your actions speak VOLUMES. He’s the only one to just run off at the end of the S-support, and while I understand his reasoning — I really do — it’s clear that his own agenda and ambitions will always come before Byleth.

This is what I heard: “Right now, Fodlan is like a newborn... so that’s why I’m leaving, so you have to do all the hard stuff yourself. See ya, sucker!!” Ah yes. Prime husband and father material there. Obviously.

“I’m sorry that I won’t be by your side at such an important event...” Uh huh, yeah right. You’re obviously itching to get out of there.

I’m sorry, Claude stans, but giving Byleth an engagement ring and then running away for who knows how long is LAME.

18. Jeritza

The first thing that struck me about this S-support is the fact that it takes place in the Agarthan HQ, Shambhala. This is super meaningful because it means that Byleth and Jeritza go there together to use their killing prowess to take out Those Who Slither in the Dark post-Crimson Flower. It’s a nice way to tie up the route. The portrait is super dynamic and unique, too. That being said…

He’s still fixated on killing Byleth. If that’s your thing, then hey, I can’t judge. At least we all know that if he hasn’t killed her by now, it’s never going to happen. It’s such an empty threat it’s probably an inside joke by now. But Jeritza’s clearly still figuring out his feelings, which means I’m not sure it really counts as an S-support (it would have made a better A+ support imho). There are also things about this pairing and S-support that have some serious implications for who Byleth has become by this point and what the future is likely to look like. Good storytelling, yes, but as an S-support…not my favorite.

Favorite quotes:

“It is you alone who can slay the demon inside me.”

“To the very depths of hell, I will tumble down with you.”

19. Linhardt

This S-support falls flat for me. It’s like Hanneman’s, but worse because it’s super self-centered. I feel like it’s a really bad summary of Linhardt’s character because so much more could have been done with it. Linhardt has lots of good traits, and this S-support ignores all of them. Instead, we have a one-dimensional S-support that focuses on Linhardt’s laziness and penchant for napping. He’s so self-centered and consumed by his own interests, so saying that he wants to study Byleth for the rest of his life makes her more like an accessory to his life plans rather than a central component. At least when Hanneman says he wants to study Byleth, he makes it very clear that he loves her and wants her as a person.

And the line where he says "I didn’t honestly think you’d reject me” is just…wow. Much disappoint. If I were Byleth I would turn him down on the spot just for saying that.

20. Ashe 

Ashe’s S-support comes off to me like he’s pledging himself to her as a vassal more than actually proposing. Yes, he does take initiative and does the proposing, which is consistent with the fact that Ashe is a gutsy little guy. But he’s so stuck on being helpful that the S-support ends up feeling immature. Plus, Byleth doesn’t seem very enthusiastic about the proposal compared to other S-supports, and overall Ashe’s worship of Byleth comes off as more dependent than romantic.

21. Caspar

We’ve reached the bottom four S-supports, starting with this disaster. Caspar is juvenile, reckless, and oblivious. (Don’t get me wrong — I adore his character and see him like a little brother.) Byleth has to take charge of the proposal, which is not a problem in itself, but then Caspar confesses that he hasn’t even thought about marrying Byleth — or anyone at all! asaslkjasdflk FAIL

At least the victory shout is kind of cute…if painfully cheesy.

And they get worse from here…

22. Rhea

I don’t have a lot to say here. I know I said that I would keep my personal feelings about the pairings themselves out of this, but I feel like there are certain things about this particular pairing that need to be addressed along with this S support.

Age gap aside (because frankly with immortals, age doesn’t really matter anymore), Rhea CREATED Byleth’s mother, essentially making herself Byleth’s grandmother. Incest vibes, yo. Plus, she fully intended to sacrifice Byleth’s life in order to bring back Sothis — which, granted, is a sentiment that wears off, and Jeritza is just as bad in terms of original intent to kill Byleth. This makes any kind of romantic revelation on Rhea’s side just…weird.

There are some good quotes in this S-support, and we get a ton of reveals about Rhea’s character development in a short amount of time. She’s self-conscious of her other form as a dragon, she acknowledges the wrongs she did in the past, and she expresses a desire to repent. She acknowledges the pivotal role that Byleth has played through her choices and accomplishments, rather than attributing them to fate and the “flow of time.” But honestly this would be more appropriate as a final scene at the end of the game, not a romantic S-support.

23. Cyril

Oh boy. Where do I start with this one? It’s so bad...

This boy is BABY. 19 years old after the war? Sure. Attractive design? Yes. But still, he. is. BABY. And the S-support portrait makes it so much worse by making him look freaking TEN.

And he’s so, so oblivious. Even worse than Caspar. He barely has a personality as a character outside of being committed to the servant mentality, and he has had no opportunity to discover himself as a freaking person outside of his obsession with Rhea. It should be illegal to even consider this kid for S-support. One thing would be if it was platonic, like Alois or Gilbert, but Byleth gives him the ring, and that means it’s supposed to be romantic.

Plus, Cyril says that he loves Byleth, but it’s super casual and comes off more like familial or friendship love rather than romantic love. Unless I missed something, I don’t think Byleth ever says that she loves Cyril in their S-support. And the end is just the worst: “Love ya, see ya in the morning.” That’s IT???? There is absolutely no indication of a mature relationship, and that’s just scary and gross.

I just…really hate this S-support. There’s only one S-support that’s worse…

24. Sothis

Forget everything that I said about keeping my feelings about particular pairings out of this ranking. This is a TRULY CURSED S-SUPPORT.

I don’t care that Sothis is technically a goddess whose age is beyond counting or mortal comprehension. All that matters is she looks like a child. She is lolibait. And to top it all off, she doesn’t even have physical form (thank goodness) — she’s just an apparition in Byleth’s head!

And this quote? “I love you deeply! Overwhelmingly! passionately! Ours is a love without an end!” I only have two words: PEAK CRINGE.

It would be one thing if Sothis came back in her adult form. Or better yet, if she had always been in her adult form as portrayed in the fresco in the reception hall. You can do something with that. But that’s not the case, Sothis is portrayed as a pre-pubescent child in both appearance and personality, and that’s just pedophilia vibes, y’all. I can’t believe this is a sincere S-support option.