#Im obsessed with stories that are revealed to be stories told by someone?

[no-light-left-on]

every dishonored game (with the exception of DotO) ends with the Outsider narrating what came after, when the story came to a close, and it does give the game the quality of one - a story recounted to you, in detail, by a master storyteller that explains what came after, what fate the characters you grew to love in the tale met, before it all fades to nothing. and it conjures ideas of human Outsider relaying strange stories like this to others, those of the plague and of the coup, tales of the Knife of Dunwall, or the tales of the witch-Empress before she became an Empress at all. maybe even presents the idea of the third game being, at the end of it all, a retelling of what human Outsider lived through, but now he is a little older, a little less otherworldly.

[auroratumbles]

first of all, do NOT in any way harass nor send hate to anyone mentioned in this post. this is simply to raise awareness about it all!!

user @/ceneid (formerly) was a popular person in the genshin writing community who lied about their age, identity, faked an ed, and was just mainly a shitty person in general.

all the information on this post comes from an anonymous source

the blogs that were owned by elise are:

ceneid

hikoiaa

umiloa

ha-yami

scarasgfreal

symphxony

fionvancia

fixnaie

a quote from my source:

"for context, elise ran a total of 4-5 accounts, with her very first blog being ceneid that was also mutuals with you - they’re the same person. elise had multiple accounts where she claimed she was different ages and it was fairly obvious it was her due to the fact that she didn’t bother to change her typing style or themes, one of the blogs claimed she was 18, a few of my friends and i ended up noticing she had a terrible tendency to say things like “oh i haven’t eaten in 20 hours! should i eat? oh nvm” and such which led to everyone being concerned, these were EXTREMELY frequent, and she’d speak about self harm - randomly putting it in a casual conversation without warning.

she also asked for my location at some point, and overall i eventually grew tired of it and blocked her. later on, someone i know made a callout post on her and it ended in shambles, elise continued to try to get them to take the post down but to no avail until elise deactivated ceneid and started the hikoiaa blog. the person who made the post found out it was her and the cycle continued, until elise ended up admitting everyone and apologized to everyone per the person’s request.

after elise did that, the person deactivated their blog thinking elise had changed for the better - and i even interacted with her too because i thought the same thing. unfortunately, we were all wrong and found out elise owned the @/symphxony blog where she says she’s 17. multiple things have it away that it was her such as coincidentally posting the same things, following the exact same people, and elise also bypassed someone’s boundaries by interacting with them through the blog as a way to become friends with them despite the person telling her to not interact with her directly.

elise made excuses when i confronted her and told her to stop, and she played it off as coincidences like she did before when the owner of the call out post tried to talk things out with her. i have people who can vouch for everything im saying, as well as some screenshots that would unfortunately not fit into this ask because there’s too many of them, she also has this strange obsession with following and interacting with people that i follow and interact with in any shape or form, this has happened almost 7 times now as well. she’s constantly made blogs to follow me on despite me telling her to NEVER contact me again. this stopped a few days ago when she blocked me."

screenshots provided were

another quote:

"elise’s stories never made sense, they were always exaggerated and/or made her seem smarter than she actually was - this was a small bit of the proof that she was lying about her age at the end when she claimed to be 16. she linked a few tiktoks on her blog, revealing her account in the process that studied 7th grade science"

she was called out by someone else on tumblr initially, but that post was lost to the depths. she lied about having a joint blog with someone when it was really just her. to save her own skin, she dmed them.

when that blog blocked her, she made a 'burner account' to talk to them even more.

another blog named 'scarasgfreal' was made. they were 𝜗𝜚 anon and 🦢 anon. the blog was made a few days after the incident mentioned above.

the blog confronted elise.

part 2 of this post

[spitblaze]

Mouthwashing spoilers below cut, played through it again today bc i accidentally nullified all of my achievements through the dev console. oops

Okay so the first time I played through it I was high and it was very late at night. Already a great start but it means I missed some shit my first time through and I'm already not exactly stellar at more abstract literary analysis. LUCKILY this site is full of people who are way better at that than I am (and im convincing my partners who are also way better at it than I am to play it soon too).

Luckily I'm better at lit analysis than whoever the weirdo on the Steam forum saying this game is bad because it 'doesn't punish Jimmy for his actions enough' as if this isnt a horror game primarily about his guilt-induced mental breakdown and if i have to see anyone else say that anya is a poorly written character im going to poorly write them out of existence because I'm inclined to believe that if you think that you either weren't fucking paying attention or have subscribed to the Joss Whedon school of feminist writing which is 'good writing of women is when they are girlboss'. like sorry shes too much of a depressed traumatized Fawn Response rape victim for your liking. jesus christ

Anyway the game being short DOES lend itself well to multiple playthroughs, which honestly is for the best because its really one of those stories that reveals a lot more on a second viewing. There's a Lot going on here but as far as I can tell, the biggest themes here are what it means to 'take responsibility' as well as autonomy and the loss thereof. The responsibility one is for sure the most obvious one, how many times in the game does it directly say 'take responsibility'? How many times does Curly say 'I'll fix this', how many times does Jimmy say he'll 'fix this'? And ultimately, how successful are either of them?

Curly's a good leader, sure, but how much does he just let slide for the sake of 'the big picture'? Daiske was a last minute addition. He's a good kid, but he didn't make a stink about it. Gotta think about the big picture. Anya has told him about what Jimmy did to her. Nothing. 'What would you do?' 'Anything.' But nothing. Absolutely nothing. I'm not gonna sit here and say that Curly is 100% every bit as evil as Jimmy, if someone is raped the blame falls squarely on the rapist- but it's completely on Curly for not taking action against Jimmy for the sake of the big picture. He really could've done anything. Fucking anything. It's not necessarily on Curly to foresee that Jimmy's stress response would be to end it and take everyone else with him. But it was on him to do something about a known violent assault and its perpetrator before anyone else got hurt. He's not a perpetrator, but he's an accessory. He may not have deserved the punishment he got. But he's nothing if not agonizingly aware of the consequences for not taking responsibility for the actions of his crew.

Jimmy, meanwhile, is obsessed with responsibility despite the fact that he's incapable of actually handling it, from the very start. It's not clear when exactly he assaulted Anya, but I assume it was after Curly broke the news to the crew. The moment even a shred of consequences emerge, the minute Anya tells him that she's pregnant, his first course of action is to deliberately sabotage the ship. Murder-suicide. He says he's sorry. That he made a mistake. As if there were not multiple, deliberate steps at which he could've stopped and realized what he was doing. After everything, he tells the crew it was Curly's fault so he could have more of that responsibility he desired so much. Not that anyone respects it except maybe Daisuke.

But he can't handle even the most basic of responsibilities there, either. A handful of menial tasks and he fucking snaps at the woman he hurt to begin with, even when she only ever acts the way she does around him to avoid further hurt. 'Take responsibility'. But he can't. Over and over he'll tell the vision of Curly he's made in his heads that he's sorry, that he'll fix things, that they'll all make it. And then he just keeps making things worse. And worse. And worse. Anya's going to hurt Curly, she's suspect and violent. Swanson won't let them into Utility. That's suspect, he's going to get out of here and leave everyone else behind. They both have to be stopped. Don't you trust me, Daisuke? Don't you trust your captain? That's why YOU have to go through the vent. He cannot fucking take responsibility, only goad others into doing things and handling things as underhandedly as possible. No wonder Curly laughs when he takes the gun. Anya spent all this time trying to keep it from him. And he got it anyway, because that'll all Jimmy knows how to do. Take and resent and hurt. His own twisted version of 'responsibility'.

It genuinely pisses me off how many people write off Anya as being 'badly written' or write her off altogether, especially considering the VERY OBVIOUS character she's based off of, being Wendy Torrance in The Shining (Yes I'm aware there's baggage around that particular character's strength of writing too, but I'm not about to go off on a rant about a movie ive only absorbed through cultural osmosis). Like...she's not a perfectly written character, no- her arc is less about her as a character and more about the things that have been done to her. Sexual assault used as a narrative device, nothing new there- it's at least less egregious in a horror story, where fear and trauma and terrible things happening to good people is kinda the whole thing. My big issue with Anya's writing is that we didn't get more of her- more exploration of how Jimmy's actions affected her, more exploration of how her and Curly are that much more alike after the crash- it's not a very long game to start, and given her character and the situation I don't necessarily disagree with her going out the way she did at the time she did. It just would've been nice if they'd utilized the nonlinear structure of the whole thing to explore her more, y'know?

Given Jimmy's PoV it makes sense that he's more fixated on the consequences of raping her than on the woman herself, but from the Doylist perspective, like...c'mon, give us SOMETHING more to work with. And like I said before, it pisses me off that people see a woman who doesn't immediately fall into the 'girlboss' role when shit hits the fan and then write it off, as if the premise of the story isn't about everyone's reaction to a hopeless situation spearheaded by a violent, manipulative, self-centered shithead. Swansea's the most capable person here outside of Jimmy and Anya, and I've yet to see anyone saying his character was weak because he spends most of his time drinking and raging instead of taking action. I'm mostly just upset that I don't have much more to say about her outside of her relationship to the rest of the crew. One could argue that most of what we are is defined by our relationships to others, and the nature of the game means that we don't really get a deep peek into anyone's psyche besides Curly and Jimmy.

I like how she invokes the metaphor of that dead pixel, the detail that sticks out like a sore thumb to her, always in the back of her mind, ever-present, that Curly can't see and never will because he's too busy looking at the big picture. I like how they establish the nature of Jimmy and Anya's relationship without being too direct, putting up that brave fawn act while he's there- she has to, the ship is only so big and they're so off course that rescue seems impossible- but she doesn't sleep in the same room as everyone else, she won't confide in Jimmy, and his mistreatment of her was what finally drove her over the edge. Jimmy's more concerned about what she might do to Curly that what she might do to herself, and he KNOWS that she's prone to mental breakdowns- often caused by himself, if not by Curly's state. The whole thing is tragic, but Anya's case is particularly saddening. Even after her death, she's paraded around like a puppet so that Jimmy can have his macabre little party. He doesn't care about her. He never did. And yet he's haunted by her, the 'sexual thoughts of cartoon horses' intermingling with his strange psychosexual hatred of the nurse just trying to do her job, haunted by the consequences of his actions because he's too much of a fucking coward to really, honestly and truly, take responsibility.

Swansea and Daisuke I have less to say about, ultimately. They feel a lot more straightforward in their narratives, at least from my perspective. Daisuke's a dumb kid with a shitty internship and he's so upbeat and positive that it genuinely pisses Swanson off, which means that he does ultimately care about the kid. A+ dynamic. Seems like a prick on an initial playthrough, but on the second run through I get it. He's old enough, he's seen enough, he knows exactly what Jimmy is and doesn't buy his responsible act for a second. He's not a captain. He's just some shithead who acts like he can handle it but flees in the most destructive way possible the second the consequences rear their head. He's a man that, even in the throes of substance abuse, does a better job of taking responsibility than Jimmy ever could, and arguably better than Curly ever did. Instead of just shrugging his shoulders at a last minute intern, he took him under his wing and started training him. When shit hits the fan, his instinct is to protect Daisuke- the one person who IS his responsibility. When he really, truly does not believe there is anything else that can be done, he puts him out of his misery. Maybe he was saving that cryo pod for him, too. It's hard to say, but the fact that he's the only one who stood up to Jimmy and saw him for what he was makes him that much more likable.

Daisuke...oh, Daisuke. He couldn't have known this was coming. He was doing his best, he just did what he could, he tried to be helpful and kind and be a good person. And for that, Jimmy used him and got him killed because he was too much of a goddamn coward to apologize to Anya, to see her as anything besides a nuisance at best. I get why Jimmy is so fixated on his death- as far as he's concerned, his first real failure, since Anya was such a non-issue that he didn't even have anything to say about her lifeless body. It wasn't just his inaction that got this kid killed, it was his actions. He had every opportunity to use even a single ounce of his brain and recognize that there are other people on the ship besides him and Anya, to recognize that these psych evals aren't just for the sake of the individual. And for that, Daisuke died. Way to go, hero.

The autonomy shit...god. Psychological trauma can be just as incapacitating as physical harm, can't it? Anya completely changing her demeanor after being assaulted, her body no longer just her own. I want to see the horror of that from her perspective, the invasion and the terror and revulsion of having something like that growing inside you. How sickening it must feel, how just the knowledge of its existence makes living that much worse. How the man who did it is still nothing but despotic. Curly, finally seeing Jimmy for who he truly is firsthand. It's all well and good to believe in someone, to trust them and want to help them overcome their struggles. But being choked and beaten and abused by them, day after day after day, because you had the audacity to sit a little higher on the totem pole than they did, because you had what they wanted, because they couldn't stand seeing someone better off then they were.

It's kind of mind-boggling, honestly. I've...kinda been there, with people who I know are still there, they're fully in there and aware and the same person they've always been, but their means to communicate with the outside world is cut off. I was fortunate enough to have been listening to a lot of disability activists around the time my aunt started losing her speech. It seemed a lot of times that the only people who really recognized that she was still there were me and my uncle. Even my mom, her older sister, inseparable for life, started treating her like she was suddenly a different person, not capable of really understanding her or wanting or doing things for herself.

So, like- not trying to be selfish or anything, just doing the autistic 'oh i can relate to this' bit, particularly about Jimmy projecting all of this shit onto the captain when he barely has the capacity to laugh or cry, let alone speak. His savior. His best friend. His bitter enemy. Beating him relentlessly while giving him his medicine for having the audacity to be an inconvenience. Let's eat some cake. I want to go home. Curly is just a man, and Jimmy regards him as helpless, antagonistic, and a god all at once. He'll thank me for this one day.

So uh. Many thoughts, head full. After the end of the bizarro sequence with Curly heading to the cockpit, the door is very small. A black pixel, the one stuck in the back of Anya's mind. A graveyard full of mausoleums, every one of them with the same epitaph as the bizarro one for Daigo in ch 14, and the one you can enter with his face on it. Not a single one for Anya. The Polle at the end having the same blue text as Anya, haunting the narrative just as much as Curly, just less overt. I'll fix this. I'll take responsibility. God. God jesus fuck damn hell christ son of a bitch. Fuck capitalism for putting their employees on such tight strings and skeleton crews that a collective pink slip can send people into this kind of spiral (or rather can give Jimmy a good reason to convince everyone else that all of them are completely fucked except for the captain and Daisukle) and fuck Jimmy. Fuck him. My one other complaint besides the feminist critique above is that theres some sequences that go on a bit longer than they really should (ch. 14 getting the mouthwash, most of the vent segments).

Fuck you, Jimmy.

I hope that gunshot hurt.

[jesterwriting]

pairings: mad scientist!law x assistant!reader

word count: 2k words

contents: DARK CONTENT AHOY!!! animal death (cat), animal harm (cat), animal gore (cat), reanimator au, medical student law, medical student reader, unhinged!law, creepy!law, horror, manipulation,

note: this was originally supposed to be apart of an earlier request, but i split it up because i felt like this one had far more horror elements and animal harm that were a lot heavier and darker. you can read them together or separate or not at all! its up to you <33 im kind of obsessed with this au so i may do more with it if people are into it??

playlist: reanimator prologue & main title - richard brand

prequel to this fic

At first, you thought this was a dream come true. It wasn’t often that you got lucky enough to be paired with your crush for a project, but here you were, meeting him at your apartment for the sixth time in one month. It was more than you could ever dare to hope for. For the longest time, you had thought that you were condemned to a life of daydreams and fantasies.

Trafalgar Law was an odd man, one who was not particularly liked by his peers— aside from you, of course. He was cold, and the sort to stare if you managed to garner his, usually unwanted, attention. When he did speak, it was a snarky remark at the recipient's expense, both classmate and professor, Law had no patience for perceived stupidity you realized after weeks of study. His tattoos were off putting to most. What kind of medical student had ‘death’ written across his knuckles? You, on the other hand, found them fascinating. The story behind such morbid body art was sure to be captivating.

If only you could get him to share it.

You shouldn’t be surprised. Law was quiet, only ever speaking to prove someone wrong, or to insist that he was right. When he did talk to you, it was about the project and his own personal plans for it. You could hardly get a word in edgewise. Instead of fighting Law on it, you allowed him to do whatever he pleased with the project, following his orders dutifully, which seemed to earn you the smallest margin of his rarely given respect. Last meeting, he had even acknowledged your interjection with a nod, rather than a scoff, though he didn’t incorporate your idea at all. Progress was progress, you supposed.

Your keys jingled as you pulled them from your pocket. Before you could stick them in the knob, the door creaked open, revealing your empty living room. It was dark, no signs of life. Not even your cat came to greet you. You swallowed hard, anxiety making your saliva thicken until it was stuck in your throat as a hard glob.

You told Law where your spare key was hidden, had he forgotten to close the door after he arrived?

“Law?” There was no response. With your heart pounding, you pushed the door open further and stepped into your apartment. Floorboards creaked under your weight, making you wince. There was something that told you to be quiet, that there was someone waiting for you in the shadows, ready to strike. Your hands wouldn’t stop shaking.

A dim light in the kitchen caught your attention, and you slowly tip-toed over to it, careful to keep your footsteps light. Carpet squelched under your shoes. Maybe Law spilled a glass of water and went looking for a rag. Surely, your organizational skills weren’t so bad he was still looking for one. You choked on an uncomfortable laugh.

Like your front door, your fridge was open. Not gaping, but a small crack to let the barest sliver of light out. A sense of dread settled on your shoulders, though you tried to remind yourself that Law was supposed to be here. Everything could be explained if he would come out. All he needed to do was make his presence known and you would know you were safe. You swallowed hard, staring at the refrigerator door. It was your only source of light in the apartment, if you closed it now, you’d be surrounded on all sides by darkness.

You blinked, cocking your head to the side to get a better view. There was something large and furry on the top shelf. Nausea roiled in your gut, threatening to spill your dinner onto the floor, as dim recognition flickered in your brain.

With your knuckle, you pushed the door open fully to get a better look. There, inside of your fridge, was your cat. He wasn’t breathing, eyes glassy and body stiff under the pale yellow light.

Your cat was dead and its corpse was in your fridge.

You couldn’t help it. You screamed.

“You’re home.”

Scrambling backwards until your lower back hit the counter, you could barely make out Law’s figure through your blurry vision. You choked on a sob and hastily wiped your eyes. He seemed bored as he leaned against the wall, almost unimpressed, though there was a glimpse of something softer in his gaze. Not concern, not yet, but close enough to it that you could pretend.

You pointed a shaky finger at the fridge. “M-My cat.”

“I know, I put it in there.” Law strode into the kitchen and closed the door with his foot. You felt better not having to look at the corpse anymore, even if tears continued to leak from your eyes. “I didn’t want it to decompose and start to stink before you were able to bury it. I know you were fond of it.”

“What happened? How did he die?”

Law shrugged, noncommittal. “I’m not sure. It was dead when I got here. I figured you would rather me not perform an autopsy in your living room considering I have no veterinary experience.”

“An-And you put it in my fridge? You couldn’t have left a note on the door or—“

Law scoffed, “And what would the note say? Cat dead, details later? Think for a second.”

The longer the conversation continued, the harder you sobbed. You loved that cat. He’d been with you for years now, through thick and thin. You’d never feel his warm body on your chest again as he slept, you’d never feel his purr rumble against your skin, you’d never be able to pet him under his chin the way he liked it ever again. It was too much to think about, grief rolling over you like a wave, threatening to drown you.

Law’s gaze softened, even if his sigh was exasperated. “We can postpone working on the project until you’re able to gather yourself.”

He turned to leave, but your hand shot out to grab his wrist. “Please don’t leave me here with him.”

The body. You couldn’t bury him. Not alone. Law thought for a moment, his golden eyes glazed over for a second before a smirk inched across his face. He only ever got that look when he thought of a plan, and this looked to be a good one. With a condescending pat on your head, Law wrenched himself from your grasp, grin still in place.

“That’s alright, Y/N-ya, I’m not going anywhere. I can sleep on your couch and help you with its body tomorrow.” His pupils shot over to the fridge. “It’s best if you leave it in there for the night, corpses are best kept cold.”

Sniffling, you gave a shaky nod. “I’ll set up the couch.”

—

It was three am when a knock at your door woke you.

The weight of mourning felt heavy in your chest and your bed felt too cold without the familiar warmth of your cat. Your heart ached at the reminder of his demise. All you wanted to do was curl up and go back to sleep. Forget about what waited for you in the fridge.

So tired, both emotionally and physically, you were ready to chalk the knock up to a dream. That was, until you heard it again, louder and more forceful this time.

An unwanted feeling of anxiety crawled up your spine. Something felt off, a sense of wrongness filled the air until it was so thick, you could hardly breathe. A horrible yowl resounded through your apartment, blood curdling and unnatural. There was a familiarity to the scream. You took no comfort in it. Your eyes shot open, and you leapt from your bed onto your feet, wired from the sudden surge of adrenaline. Hyperventilating breaths ripped from your chest.

The knock sounded again. “Y/N-ya, I have something to show you.”

Law’s deep voice sent goosebumps erupting down your arms. If you were being honest, it wasn’t the first time it had happened, but this time, there was something different about it. Dread curled in your gut, sleeping inside you like the cat in your fridge. With a cry, you covered your ears and curled in on yourself when whatever was in your living room screamed again.

“Law, do you hear that?”

You didn’t have to see him to know he rolled his eyes. “Come out, there’s something I need you to see.”

Your feet moved on their own accord, drawn by the sound of Law’s voice. Even as the thing in your living room wailed, your fingers found your knob and curled around it. The brass was cold against your palm. It grounded you. The first thing you noticed when you opened the door was that Law had blood smeared across the front of his shirt. It didn’t seem to be from any wounds, and you found yourself relieved, even if you couldn’t begin to explain where it came from.

Law was grinning, all teeth, a manic gash across his face. “I did it. A success, right here in your apartment. You must be my lucky charm.” He patted your head.

“Did what?” You peered around him.

“I’ll show you.” He paused before stepping to the side. “I did it for you, you know? I know how fond you were of it.”

There was something on your coffee table. It twitched and convulsed, mouth open in a soundless scream as its eyes bulged out of its sockets. Blood pooled around it, dripping onto the carpet. It took a second for you to recognize it through the pulsing viscera. He hadn’t been so cut up before. Instead, he had been so whole, you could have mistaken him for being asleep if it wasn’t for the glassiness in his eyes. Beside him was an empty syringe and a container of glowing green fluid.

“My cat,” You choked out. “What did you do to him?”

Law wrapped an arm around you and held you to his chest. “I brought it back for you.” He glanced at the bloody mass, a frown tugging at his lips. “There are still some kinks to work out, but this was a good test of my reagent.” Expectant, Law glanced at you. “But, I need more trials.”

“He was dead,” Your tone was flat, and your body was numb. When you looked away, Law grabbed your chin and forced you to look at the thing pulsating on your coffee table.

“Look at it. I defeated death tonight. I did what every doctor has dreamed of doing for millenia, and the first steps to realizing this were done in your apartment. You should be honored.”

“Why did you do this?”

“Because I wanted to share something extraordinary with you.” He must have seen you were unconvinced because he sighed, the motion rattling your body, still pressed against him. “I need an assistant, and you are my best option. You're respected and well-liked by your professors, they would let you get away with murder as long as you turned that sweet smile in their direction.” Law leaned down until his lips brushed against the shell of your ear. “You can get me into the morgue, Y/N-ya.”

This was wrong, you knew it deep down in your heart, but with Law so close to you, the smell of antiseptic and blood clogging your senses, you could hardly think. Once the project was over, Law would never give you the time of day again. He wasn’t the type of man who had friends. Colleagues, maybe, but not friends. If you agreed to be a part of his sick experiments, you wouldn’t have to leave him. Law would be stuck with you, bonded together by this secret. If you were his assistant, you could have him forever.

“Okay,” You said, still somewhat hollow. A tear slipped down your cheek when you pointed to your cat. “Just kill him. Put him out of his misery, I can’t stand to see him like this.”

“If that’s what you want.”

Without hesitation, Law stepped around you, scalpel in hand, and plunged it into your cat's skull. The twitching stopped. His body went slack, limp against the coffee table.

Law stood back and gave you a reassuring smile. “There. All better now.”

For a second, you let yourself believe him.

[sm-writes-chaos]

I’m going to complain about Descendants rise of red because I’m so disappointed and frustrated with the writing and I need to talk about some of it. This will probably make no sense if you haven’t seen it. (It just came out today and it’s already the worst.)

Long Rant incoming

There's a lot of movies that are bad.
Usually because it's just not good, or it's 'meh', or not original or creative enough. 
But this, Descendants Rise of Red was DOWNRIGHT TERRIBLE. (NO IM NOT EXAGGERATING)


They didn't just not try, they didn't bother to put ONE SINGLE BRAIN CELL in it.
Everything down to the music, story, costumes, hair etc. 
But I'm not even going to touch on that because those are whole other cans of worms. I'm going to dig into the story can of worms because I'm more knowledgeable on that.

First of all the pacing was nonexistent. 
The beginning was messy and unfocusing, the middle was building up to many possible scenes but ultimately was proved useless by the anticlimactic and too quick ending.

They built up to settings and scenes like Castlecoming, but never showed it because the conflict was resolved before it could even happen.

Characters were wasted by being merely name drops and things to point out like 'oh look it's the young version of the character we know from when descendants at least had descent plot progression!'

And the character, oh the characters...it's a travesty.

(The plot is that the queen of hearts has taken over Auradon and her daughter and Cinderella’s daughter go back in time to stop it, back to a time before the queen of hearts become evil because she was pranked once.)

They build up (again!) a big horrible thing that happened to the Queen of Hearts and then don't even reveal it in an exciting way. Revealing it in two lines of dialogue almost at the very beginning. And it wasn't even that terrible, it's not enough to explain how her personality took a COMPLETE 180.

If they revealed later that there was more to it, then that reveal would've been fine! But they didn't!!

Bridget (the queen of hearts) mentioned she was homeschooled, as her daughter also is, so maybe there's some generational trauma there. But they never mention it again! They could've included the queen of hearts mom to explain her sudden shift in behavior but no, public humiliation is enough to MAKE SOMEONE BECOME A DICTATOR OBSESSED WITH CHOPPING OFF PEOPLES HEADS.

I thought maybe betrayal from a loved one would've been enough because she CONSTANTLY reiterates that 'love ain't it.' But guess what, NO.

It was an established bully that caused her public humiliation, when it would've made more sense for Cinderella to be the one to have been part of the prank because they were close. (A friendship they hardly bother to show by the way.)

And speaking of Cinderella, at first I didn't understand why we were choosing to focus on her abuse and why it was such a shock to HER DAUGHTER. Wouldn't she have told her??

But never mind that, it was shown and focused on because her daughter Chloe had to learn that everything isn't black and white. That bad things happen to good people and that good people don't always follow the rules.

A MINDSET THAT WAS NEVER PREVIOUSLY ESTABLISHED BY THE WAY

So I was very confused until another terrible song made me realize that's what they were trying to do, a very shoehorned in lesson.

Then there's the biggest plot hole to EVER PLOT HOLE.

They find out the bully gang is going to turn Bridget (the queen of hearts) into a monster during the dance (Castlecoming, which we never get to see!), using a spell from the 'Sorcerers Cookbook.'

They never explain that the bully gang is going to steal that cookbook because during (another terrible!) song they see the recipe, so I thought they already had it!

But when they steal the cookbook it curses them because it's 'in the wrong hands.' SO HOW DID THEY EVER USE THE COOKBOOK TO PRANK BRIDGET IN THE FIRST PLACE IF THE BOOK IS ENCHANTED???!?????

I thought this was going to be a plot twist where it turns out the bullies aren't actually the ones who pull the prank. No. Nope. Not at all.

It all ends there and every conflict is resolved and it ends with a reprise of another terrible song!

CAN YOU SEE HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS MOVIE?

(There's so many more terrible writing choices but I can't think to think another second about this movie.)

Actually never mind I have more

JUST. JUST SHOW THE FRICKING DANCE. Have the prank happen, have them see it. Have us learn why it specifically affects Bridget so much and have Cinderella be involved in the prank. (Or the head of it, why not.)

Bridget had planned a ‘signature dance’ for the dance, don’t let her do it because of the prank. Then at the end when everything is resolved and their back in the future HAVE HER DO IT THEN FOR CLOSURE.

MAYBE EVEN DONT CHANGE THE PAST SO MUCH AND RESOLVE THE LAST CONFLICTS IN THE PRESENT BECAUSE PEOPLE CHANGE AND YOU CABT PREVENT THAG AND MAYBE TOU SHOULD HAVE A NICE LONNG MOTHER DAUGHTER TALK

Maybe Cinderella was jealous of Bridget because she wasn’t frickin abused and maybe charming liked her so that’s one motivation for her to do the prank, albeit an overused one, or maybe she was just pushed so hard by her stepfamily that the bullies were able to manipulate her into doing it.

ANYTHING OTHER THAN EVERYTHING THEY DID IN FACT JSUT DELETE THE WHOOE MOVIE ITS A LOST CAUSE YOU EERE RIFHT RED

I’m going crazy save me please at this point I’ll just be rewriting the whole thing I’m like actually disgusted with this writing I don’t know how this got approved no I do it’s for MONEH THAT TERRIBLE MOUSE not to mention that it’s extremely disrespectful because they said they wouldn’t make any more descendants after Cameron Boyce died and they HAD THE AUDACITY TO SHOUTOUT CARLOS LIKE ‘this is what he would’ve wanted’ NO ITS NOT BURN IT

the best they did was cast Brandy as adult Cinderella just give her the rest of the movies run time PLEASE ITD BE SO MUCH BEGTER

[chill4234]

Ok this is gonna sound REALLY silly of me, but I don’t know what “doomed by the narrative” means. One day, everyone on tumblr was obsessing over this one trope I’d never heard about and the circumstances that would make someone “doomed by the narrative” in the first place seem odd and incredibly specific.

When I hear the term “doomed by the narrative” it brings to mind characters who the audience are told are going to die at the beginning, and tragedy unfolds as the viewers can only sit back and watch as each easily avoidable mistake unfolds and the characters eventually die like the author promised. Cool concept, but there’s no way a trope would be so popular if the only examples I can think of are Romeo and Juliet?

Is Marie from Persona 4 golden doomed by the narrative? She doesn’t die if the protagonist makes the right choices, nor does the author promise her death, but her story is incredibly tragic in a way that feels “doomy.”

Or would a more appropriate example from the persona franchise be you-know-who (censored to prevent spoilers) from persona 3, he’s alive at the start of the game, becomes a door at the end, and while the author makes no promise of him becoming a door, none of your choices lead to his survival, you-know-who will always become a door.

Or is a more appropriate example of doomed by the narrative Wakaba Ishiki from persona 5? When we meet Futaba, there’s no maternal figure in sight, the death of her mother Wakaba is a plot twist revealed relatively early after meeting Futaba, but the circumstances are incredibly tragic, doomy even.

I dunno, im just not sure what counts and what doesn’t. I would like an explanation so I can be mentally unwell about this trope too please.

[henriiiii-1001old]

can you talk abt the alt swap au :3 ?

ooooohohoho alt swap au </////3

here's my first post talking abt it just for reference :3

most of this that im gonna talk abt is from discord and it just gonna be a bunch of different stuff so cut me some slack xddd

and this is. a lot more than i thought so uuhhh enjoy another masterpost??? kinda??? CFVGBHNJ

"cain can travel through tvs and mabel can travel through mirrors, but cain cant travel through mirrors and mabel cant travel through tvs (at least on their own).

seth can travel through both, but they didnt know that until uh. until adam told him"

"i have an idea to how the end of vol 1 in this au would go so cain has been locked in his room for 3 days by this point, and basically the "uh oh, bad decision!" part would turn into more of a "cain killed abel" situation. the alt outside cain's door would mock cain and fake his sister's death to maybe make him succumb to M.A.D. finally, and it almost worked.

until mabel came in and dragged cain out of the house...

...based in the message i replied to," (which are the lil blurbs i pasted above lmao), "i think that when mabel was trying to help cain escape, she realized she also just trapped herself in cain’s room. but then cain realized somehow that he can travel through tvs. he took mabel’s hand, took them to trust him, and they went through. they end up in the static world and theyre like “tf is this” they do end up getting out though, and after they figure out where they were, they go back to mandela, grab seth, and fucking leave

also here's some toonbriel lore! bc hell yeah he deserves to be in this au B)))

"and he actually takes the place of dave in the au. i originally didnt have a technical spot for him and decided that putting toonbriel there would be cool.

his name is terry o'brien but he goes by "toony" around family bc he was super obsessed with cartoons when he was younger, whether it be on tv, comic books, etc

he's a pastor at st. gabriel's and is lt gabe's younger twin brother and theyve been two peas in a pod since they were super young. they did end up fighting on their different methods of trying to help the county, and terry argues that while gabe is literally doing nothing, terry has been giving people hope and shelter and food and so many things. this ends up causing them to split, and terry goes to dave for advice. turns out, dave has been using him as his prophet and ends up killing him because he's no longer of use to dave.

im still working out the details of how he helped dave tho, but gabe is devastated after losing terry. he was already stressed enough and was basically blamed for sgt maria's death (she's preacher who took ruth's place) back at the murray house, and losing one of the only things he lived for was heartbreaking. finding seth dealing with the horrors^tm helped a little bit bc he's actually helping someone he tried protecting in the past...

...im thinking gabe was the more protective one of the two as well as the more sociable twin. terry was super clingy and liked sticking around gabe bc he was the only person he knew.

not a childhood story, but i do imagine that gabe does know dave, and they probably met through terry! not sure abt how terry and dave met just yet, but gabe doesnt actually like dave all that much.

gabe immediately knew who to suspect when terry died, and the fact that he heard his voice after said death only made him more sure"

some lilith and seth lore

"lilith and seth were both troubled kids in school and they just. fought so much. and lilith had to deal with shitbag dave at mandelatech and was even forced to stay working for him once he revealed to her and he led the alternates. she has a LOT of pent up anger and just needs to get it out.

like i imagine that one time after seth found out he was an alt, he called lilith over for a fight, and she'd been itching for one since dave killed terry. she literally beat him to a pulp during that fight, but she stopped once she saw him look up at her. he looked hopeless and his eyes looked somewhat glazed over. he took slow, deep breaths even after he got the wind knocked out of him several times.

lilith new something was wrong. she ended up helping him recover and even asked what was wrong. he didnt really reveal the whole alt thing, but he mentioned having holes in his identity and how its been beating him up, especially since someone claiming to be his father wants to suddenly come (back) into his life.

since then, theyve worked towards trying to support each other and just trying to maybe be friends {:)"

ALSO I CANT BELIEVE IVE NEVER MENTIONED THIS!!!!!

yknow how in unholy gift sarah and tiffany are kinda rivals?? like tiffany likes to fuck w sarah bc she's bored? and she's usually v snarky and cocky?

lilith and eve are the exact same way except tat eve is like GENUINELY malicious and very manipulative. she takes advantage of lilith's dislike of mandelatech to make her do a bunch of shit for the alts, and it's asically a big old scheme to use lilith to advance the alts' plans.

i also think that thatcher is the one who told davis to go back and get seth. davis did go to cain and mabel first though, and they were VERY rightfully pissed. but they did eventually get seth and shit. seth was super avoidant of everyone after the whole thing though {:(

[notfivefr]

恋に至る病/(disease that leads to love)/ Barah Cinta —by Shasendo Yuki [ ! ! spoiler warning ! ! ]

OH BROOOTHER! Thriller jp light novel and their plot twist man. Im gasping so much at the ending brooo. She’s so slay im cryingasdhdhs.

For starter, from the synopsis at the back, I can tell this is a story about a girl, Yosuga Kei who is talented enough to host a suicide game that drives 150 deaths. And this story is told by the mc’s pov, Miyamine who falls in love with her and promised to not leave her alone eventho he knows everything is wrong.

I was like, damnn. Dark romance that is actually a dark romance? (im not romanticize this shit yo, this is a horror story done right. It’s a horror story I wish to only exists as fictional) Well people love yandere right? The obsessive lover doing anything to make sure they stay together with the person they love even can resort to violence (mental illness thingy). I kinda hesitant in this one la if it only one-sided love, as it definitely bring so much non-consensual stuffs (ew). BUT, when both of them are obsessed with each other thoo (SLAM HANDS ON DESK “LET’S FUCKING GOO!!!!”).

For example la, in this story, at first u can tell the girl likes the mc, that is why she helps him who is getting bullied to the point of suicide (almost), by fabricating a suicide of his bully (she’s fucking kill him omfg). I mean, is it obsession? Or just being highly responsible she makes a stupid decision?? She hates seeing Miyamine gets hurt and her first thought is to kill the bully? Heol.  Miyamine actually know she kills that bully and he feels like he terhutang budi with her. She also convinces him that the bully deserve to die for what he has done to him. He agrees, and he also feel responsible for what she had done—he makes the perfect, smart, pretty, kind girl that also only the one who is nice to him despite getting ignored by the whole class, getting involve in a murder.

Okok, the dynamic here is like a perfect girl capable of anything, and a timid boy trying to change for a better so that he can protect the girl later (is he actually love her tho? Or just rasa bersalah to leave her?) And later on highschool (they are now a couple), when Kei confess that she leads Blue Morpho, a game that manipulate the already suicidal people to actually commit suicide, Miyamine thinks he is the one who turn Kei into that kind of monster. The murder by Kei during the elementary school changed her, because of him. So, when Kei asks him to be her hero, who is going to stop her when things get too extreme, he agrees right away. He definitely need to protect her and I believe he loves her so much that brings him to feel that way.

Thru out the story, i slowly feel Kei actually doesnt love Miyamine, especially when it later reveals that Kei is actually deranged from the start, even before the bully murder thing. She just need someone to sacrifice in case she almost get caught (devastating, no romance just pure psychopathic manipulation NOOOOOO)

Miyamine my man, I thought he can be rational as he try so hard to save Kei. He tries multiple time, asking Kei to stop the game, find reasons to persuaded her until it's too late— Kei suddenly dying in his arms, with her psychotic laugh and Miyamine who determined asf to save her face, destroying all the evidences that leads to her as Blue Morpho 's owner. Then? All the blame will shift to him la.

I was like,, WHY THE FUCK? He's so close to exposed her to public why is he suddenly wanna protect her?? Hello???? Are u actually in love with her despite all the manipulations?? OHMYGODDD (Im giggling so much on this part like HELL YEAH!)

So yeah,, Kei died, public knows Miyamine as the psychopath behind Blue Morpho— as he got questioned by the police, he tells them that he threatened Kei to take part in his crime, takes all the blame etc etc. (the detective part is kind of turn off la, she basically can tell that Miyamine is lying, believes he is brainwashed by Kei etc but my boy is still so firm about it lolol)

THE ENDING THO?? THE FUCKING ENDING reveals the object that Yosuga Kei hold so strongly in her palm during her dying moment is an ERASER with ink blot on it (Miyamine believes behind that blot is his name)!!!!!!!!

If you’re not familiar, writing the name of your crush on an eraser is a superstitious practice that is supposed to lead to your crush falling in love with you.

So thats why he's so determines to protect her. At first he kinda hesitate right?? Kei is a psychopathy manipulator that is just using him for her deranged stuff. But then that one eraser, that fucking eraser confirm everything! KEI ACTUALLY HAS FEELING FOR HIM?! My guy is in his lover era and he feels that very strongly (what the fuck am i even saying). It's a little bit fucked up tho.

Oooohhhh im in love. Good one right there 9.5 out of 10.

[wander-wren]

thoughts thus far, three episodes in (under the cut bc i know i have mutuals who are also Behind)

i like this arc’s intro. my top ones are still sports arc, whichever one carousel is, and both s6 intros. but this one isn’t that far behind. the shot of shinsou and monoma is really pretty

i was actually prepared to kind of hate star and stripe. i found all might annoying until s6 so i was ready for her to just be “all might but a girl this time.” but she was actually pretty cool. nothing special like not a new fave of mine but i would’ve liked to see her stick around a bit longer

i wish we saw more of her power though. yall already know i’m obsessed with names, having an ability that’s based on knowing someone’s true name? in a world with so many characters having identity crises? HELLO. can you have multiple true names?

however maybe im just misunderstanding but i totally thought they broke the rules of her quirk in that fight. which is funny. she had two episodes and you can’t keep the rules straight? because her first rule is always on her own body, and then she used a second to make the giant version of herself, and then she used a third to direct the lasers? or is it that she has three rules and can only use two because she uses the first one on herself? i feel like that’s not how it works

but whatevs

oh again idk how star is able to command her quirk itself since it’s not really tangible but i’ll allow it for Rule Of Cool, new order eating shigaraki’s quirks fucking slayed and was really smart from a story perspective

i do wish it hadn’t been destroyed though because having some random with that quirk wouldve been interesting but theyve already got A Lot going on. it just feels weird since i felt like star was super hyped up and then her entire arc is over in 40 mins

big fan of all the new character design tweaks. uraraka and hawks especially are sooo pretty. i do wish dabi’s face scarring didn’t change like it did, it looks weird to me, but maybe i’ll get used to it. i also want shigaraki’s s1 hair back but i’ve been thinking that since s6

i was kinda shocked they did the whole traitor reveal right off the bat, i expected that to take at least a few episodes. then again, i guess i’m glad for it, i don’t really care about aoyama so i’m happy to get him out of the way

did we get masochist kirishima in there or was that just me and my terrible brain

i saw bakudeku crumbs 👀 also this goes back to the third recap episode but augh my heart at that sparring scene where deku had flashbacks to katsuki almost dying. and katsuki telling him to stop dwelling on the past before he gets himself killed

i NEED hawks in my life, six seconds of screentime or w/e is not enough. ditto dabi, i had to laugh at him being told to hang back and tapping his foot. oh i want them to meet again so bad

FINALLY sat down to watch some of bnha s7 today because i saw like 1/4 of a spoiler and got scared. i’m just really bad at watching shit & worried i won’t like it. but i would like to participate in the wider fandom again lol

[0fucsgiveon]

ᴀ ʙurníng lᴜsᴛ Bully 𝘕𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘹 𝘍𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

This is a smut and there will be a-lot of filthy shit read at your own cost,

degrading, possessive behavior, overstimulation, Public sex (well not really), Rough, Marking, Slapping, Choking.

You were a loner an outcast in school, never got along with anyone. You were constantly bullied by Nate throughout school, He took pleasure in making you cry and get angry. But weird enough if anyone else laid a finger on you or even made your cry he would beat the shit out of them.

But once you developed a drug addiction you were forced into to rehab by your mother. That was all last year and you came back “new and improved” is what your parents called it. People started noticing you and your grew more social.

You were apart of Maddys group, You grew close with the girls and heard all their “stories”. Nate never stopped the bullying just became more secretive about it.

“Hey, Y/n did you know they are throwing a huge party tonight you better fucking be there. You know i cant deal with Nate and his bullshit after we broke up.”

”ill think of it Maddy you know how i am with my mom and all, But i could really use a fucking stress relief” you quietly whisper the last part to your self. “Just come i need you there after all the fucking drama we both need a stress relief”

You sigh and lift your head up from the homework you were doing. “Fine ill be there but first i gotta get to class.” You get up and walk out of the cafeteria glancing over at Nate who had a smirk plastered on his face. Rolling your eyes you flip him off and laugh to your self while walking to gym.

Today we were to run a lap which wasn’t so hard except Nate had to come and run along side you. “Don’t you have somebody else to fucking bug Jacobs “ you sneer looking up to him. “Nope, im all free plus who else is going to bug you.. thats right nobody because your all “big and pretty” now isn’t that right.

You slowly stop and look up at him “shut the fuck up daddy’s boy, or wait did you forget you do what your told. Awe your just like a little puppy” your smirk to your self and start to run again.

You feel someone yank your wrist and drag you behind a wall. “Why don’t you shut that mouth of your huh, wouldn’t want anyone to see how much of a bitch you are” he whispers into your ear sending a chill down your spine. You push him away roughly and slap him. “Leave me the fuck alone how many time do i have to tell you. I’m sick of you fucking bugging me and abusing me with your words. Fuck Nate don’t you have anything better to do” you yell looking up at his surprise face till he lets out a chuckle smirking.

“Awe, come on we both know you like this little game we play.” The thing is a small part of you did like it, and even how hard you tried to fight it you were always in this situation. You slowly look down at your feet. “Pathetic, just a little attention whore” he grins and laughs. You feel a tear almost about to fall and look up at him slowly.

He looks back his eyes going darker and he slowly smiles grabbing your chin and lowering himself down to your level. “I love it when you cry” he smirks and walks away slowly. You stand there hopeless but slowly walk to the girls locker room.

~~~~~~~~~~~~The Party~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The party was soon and Maddy had forced you to dress in some revealing outfit that brought out your plush of your thighs and a little of your dress. Glitter Makeup that wasn’t to your taste but you liked how it looked. Your thought seemed to wonder to Nate as much as you hated it you wonder how he felt why he did they things he did it made you angry.

But you didn’t know that Nate Jacobs was indeed obsessed with you. Ever since you moved next door he watched you curious why you would move to this pathetic town. You looked beautiful to him but all he wanted to do was see your cry. It was so pretty to him. How your face got red and tears rolled down your cheeks. He wanted to ruin you make you feel pain but also love you and own you make you only his. Maddy was just a mere replacements for his lust.

You walked into to the house the smell of sweat weed and beer filled your nose. You pushed to the crowds with Maddy.

After awhile she disappeared with some guy that were all over eachother. You sat at a bar taking a drink of something strong and sour. Hands touched tour shoulder almost making you jump and you turn around quickly being met with the devil himself. “Hmm, all alone i see” you ignore him and go back to your drink. He slowly comes and sits beside you asking for a drink to lost in your own mind to hear. “Stop ignoring me.” You rolled your eyes and looked up at him. “Im sorry, i was busy minding my own business that i didn’t have time to notice that theres an asshole sitting next to me.” You smirk and feel him touch your thigh and grip it roughly. “I would shut up if i were you” he whispered again causing a rush of lust to overcome you. “ or what Mr Jacobs” just like that he stands you up and drags you out of the crowd and into a random room and locks the door. “Your such a tease y/n, letting me bully you and watch you cry brings me so much pleasure”

“Shut up, fuck you!” You yell but are thrown onto to the bed and pinned down. “Mmm you sure you would like that” he goes down to your ear and bites your neck harshly. You let out a small whimper. “Such a little bitch” A harsh slap is forced onto your face. You love it and hate it at the same time.

“Im the bitch here huh” you slip your hand out of his grip and slap him hard causing him to let out a low groan.

“Any guy here can make me feel better Nate, your just a bad fuck” you laugh and look into his eyes. He flips you over and slams your face into the mattress and raises your ass up and kicks your legs apart. “Shut up you fucking slut, ill show you a “bad fuck”. Ill fucking ruin you fuck you so hard you will always come back” he pulls your dress of roughly and leaves you bare in your underwear.

“Will see about that.” He growls and slaps your ass harshly which makes you yelp and whine out loud. He repeats this 12 more times till he feel satisfied with your crying face. “Awe does it hurt” he smirks. “Just fuck me already Nate, please” your press your ass against his already huge bulge and he groans.

“Fuck, not yet y/n. You don’t get to choose what happens.” He rips off your panties and lowers himself in between while holding your wrist behind your back. He licks a slow stripe along you folds and continues to tease you. “Stop fucking teasing!” Chuckling he inserts to fingers inside of you while licking circles around clit. “Nate! Please” you moan softly and he speeds up causing you to bite the bed.

He continues this for a few minutes before pushing in three fingers stretching you with each push of his fingers. You can feel the build up if your high coming. “Fuck, im gonna cum” suddenly he stops and slaps your face and pulls it closer. “Mm im in charge slut~” he kisses you with passion and huger sending feelings of electricity traveling through your body. Than he slams into you causing you to bite his lip hard and make it bleed. You lay back and look up at him and he looks down at you. “Feels so fucking good” he groans and starts to move faster after you relaxed and scratch up his back making sure it hurts and leave marks while he chokes your neck causing small broken moans to come out while you become teary eyed. “Fuck, just like that come on baby cry for me” he moves down to your ear and speeds up even faster causing the bed to shake and rock against the wall while he moans in your ear.

You tear up and he slaps your face (“gently”) while you moan even louder. “Fuck! Nate right there please” he keeps hitting your spot over and over his tip glazing over it just perfectly. “Ya. Moan my name so the whole party hears what a whore you are!” He flips you onto your belly and slowly slips back in pulling you against his chest by your hair and moves fast. “Feel that in your tummy, thats me mmm nice and deep” he pulls your hand down to your stomach and you feel the bulge.

“Nate! Im gonna cum!!” He kisses down your neck and leaves even more marks than before and your release. A few minutes later he does after four more thrust. Your both a hot mess and breathing loudly and he slowly pulls out and looks down at you. “Your mine got it.. only mine if anyone touches you there dead ok” he puts his forehead against yours and you nod. You feel a harsh slap. “Words”. “Yes i got it”

He pulls his shirt over you and puts on his pants and boxers than stuffs your underwear into his pocket. “We have to hurry i don’t want to run into Maddy “ he picks you up bridle style and you sleep against his chest. When he reaches the stairs Maddy is looking at him than you and your bruised neck and slight red on your face “what did you do?!”

to be continued

[russett-pots]

im sorry for being dumb can you please explain the plot of The Forbidden Marriage cos like I only saw clips and didn’t watch the whole thing….. why was minju murdered twice and why did she become a soldier??

Okay I just say episodes 5 and 6 and I see what you were actually asking. I thought you had mistaken Sorang for Minju but it turns out that the Minju soldier was actually a Minju lookalike. She was kidnapped and used as a decoy to trick the king and make him obsessed with Jayeon/crowned princess (minju). but once they are done with her they sent an assassin to kill her. and he used his favorite method of strangulating girls then make it look like suicide. same method with minju.

okay now below is the plot i can think of when i watched ep 4.

Okay. the drama opens up when the king decrees that no one that is aged 13-18 shouldn't get married since the crowned princess (Minju/Jayeon) has died. fast forword 7 years later. a beggar/swindler (sorang) moved to seoul to open a tea house but secretly it has been telling fortunes for girls that want to get married (which is a lie). so she got caught and sent to prison. but she scammed her way to show that she can see spirits. the staff of of the palace were desperate for the king (Lee Heon) to get married so they ask sorang to comfort Lee Heon. She just pretends that she has been possessed by Minju/Jayeon. so they decide that she would be part of the King's royal entourage something idk what you call it. but it is so that Lee heon can communicate with the fmr. crowned princess. But Lee heon is still obsessed with Minju/jayeon. It was revealed (for the audience) that Minju/Jayeon killed herself by hanging. Lee Heon doesn't believe that and thinks she was murdered. I just want to note here that Minju when she was alive was very courteous to Lee Heon. She did not abuse her power or act entitled. She respected the king and her powers. Also to note Minju has her own entourage and slept in a different house since they were married. so in the movie, it felt like minju was distancing herself from Lee heon but in reality, she loved him.

okay back to the story, sorang was given a position to be a woman in the palace but she is always watched by the best friend of the Lee Heon (Shinwon) who is the head of the investigation bureau. soon they became friends and like gotten close (partially thanks to some alcohol). But there was a secret that Shinwon told Sorang. He was supposed to get married to a girl. so before he got married he stalked the house of the girl he was suppose to marry. at first he saw someone but she (Hyunhee) was a brat and very rude to her own maids. Then he met another girl that was very pretty, kind, and mature. she is the one who was been receiving letters from shinwon and is who is supposed to marry him. But at the ceremony, Shinwon thinks something sus and realized that the bride he was going to marry was hyunhee, the bratty bitch, and not sorang. it turns out the stepmom of sorang/the biological mother of hyunhee switched them around and got a ninja (idk what are Korean ninjas called) to assassinate sorang. (i think that's why you think minju was killed twice it was sorang not minju/jayeon). but before the marriage became official. guards from the palace told everyone that they cannot be married (so shinwon almost married a bitch). he devoted hs life to find the person he was supposed to truly marry. that's how he got to the investigation bureau.

okay since the king still havent lifted the marriage ban for 7 years people have been complaining and spreading rumors of the king. he might be gay or he has a tiny pp or something. so he decided to got on a hunting trip he was a little hesitant since before when Jayeon/Minju was alive. he went hunting and brought a dead deer to Minju. she fainted and when she woke up, scolded lee heon for killing a dear. but that was just a side story. but he decided to go anyway to show off his handsomeness or strength or something masculinity or something. but sorang got sick because she fell into the water with the lee heon (idk why lee heon wasn't sick). she instead came but everyone thinks she is at the palace. so she was disgusted as a soldier to go with the hunting group. (maybe she wanted the food or to try out hunting idk). but they were able to kill a "wild" boar. (the reason why it was there is that some peasants who were sick of the king's rule wanted him to use it as a sacrifice and that ceremony will lift the marriage ban). tho some people from the king's court gave those peasants the hint that they should do it. (it isn't totally clear yet, as of ep 4).

But during the hunting trip sorang got really sick and they had to call a doctor for her. at this point it is obvious that lee heon and shinwon and in love with her (also they are best friends). when they came back the king's entourage noticed that the king is in love with sorang. so they dressed her up nicely with clothes and make up. she was walking down the ailse to the lee heon's door BUT THEN shinwon grabs sorang's hand and takes her with him DA DU DUNNNNNNN.

anyway thats the main plot. there is still whats happening at the tea store, the evil step mom and the king's court which i haven't touched.

dm if you want a source to watch it. im more than happy to share it.

[sabaramonds]

thinking about dead mount death play again while i wait for my stupid gacha game to finish maintenance and im just so obsessed with the dynamics between certain characters and the parallels with others like (MANGA SPOILERS AHEAD) if i start thinking too hard about the corpse god & his emperor i start punching walls. for real. the love they have for each other. the devotion. corpse god was sold to the necromancer who raised him from then on but he CHOSE to love and devote himself to his emperor because they met and the emperor treated him like a friend and kept treating him as such even when the corpse god was killed and his teacher had to revive him as a skeleton because his flesh had been cursed to dissolve also i dont use their given names because those who havent read it deserve to be edged for 80+ chapters until the reveal. yes even the protagonist himself (corpse god) did not have his name reveal until that far in and then it was like, two chapters before he chose to call his emperor by name for the first time in over a century. whatever. the trope of being an adult child (eg. nowi fe:a, immortal but for some reason always looking like a child for fetish art purposes) is sooo (rolls my eyes) but with corpse god its less “he is a child at the age of 100+ to be weird” and more “he is a child because he died as a child and has not been able to grow past that point, emotionally, because he has not been able to move on from the context of his death” and now the circumstances of the body he is possessing tie in to the future path of him being able to fully move on from that (i hope) (i mean he cant stay in polkas body forever lol) honestly him being in a place where he can call for his emperor again after hiding himself from him for so long is (punching walls) (punching walls) (punching walls) his emperor is so funny crazy quirky the fact hes the emperor but hes like no no its my job to dirty my hands so my people dont have to and brutally tortures the guy who killed corpse god (he probably would have just murdered him instead if it werent for, well, who this man was and why he killed corpse god, but im being vague on purpose even as i ramble about spoiler content LOL) and tries (successfully) to be corpse gods lionheart instead of it being the other way around like okay whatever and dont even get me started on civil, sully and tshirt know how sick in the head i can get about that creature, but when i think about him in conjunction with corpse god i start shaking and clawing at my face. they are the same. but they are so different. corpse god was sold to his teacher but raised with love among people who genuinely cared about him and wanted to see him thrive (very unlike his home environment). civil was created for a specific purpose, to be a vessel for another, but instead that person never arrived and he became his own person - but how much of civil is civil, when you are raised by a cult who wants you to be the person they had revered in another world? when they are people not above torturing children, conducting violent experiments involving hypnosis and mind control and total obedience and the alteration of ones sense of self? how much of him is real? arius had envied corpse god for being loved when he, himself, cannot ‘get a handle’ on love; civil envies corpse god for being sold to someone who cared for him, for being raised in the world he has only been told of in stories, the world of his dreams, the world he was created but not born in - the world where his creator still resides, while he himself is left in this pale shadow of a life that was not supposed to be his to live...LIKE.... ok. ill leave this here. i spent ten minutes ranting about dmdp thats all i wanted to do. i have only broached the surface of things i want to pick apart. but only 3 people will want to read that when i finally sit down and write an actual essay or something about dmdp characters. god.

[sports-and-fandoms]

PSA: Im not too familiar with tyler and kate gossip, this is just what people have told me lol so take this with a grain of salt.

PSA pt2: this is very long, im sorry

Kate basically became kinda obsessed with tyler as a pre-teen/teen. She had fan accounts about him and they actually met when she was 14-ish, or so they say. There’s a pic, but we dont know her age. She looks about 14.

They started dating when she was about 19-20 tho her age is a matter of debate. They were VERY on/off. It is rumoured, and there is some convincing evidence, that her friends ran anonymous accounts on twt asking (read: pressuring) tyler to reveal their relationship when they were in the secret-ish stage. This was very early on. There are some screenshots and it’s actually quite messed up… actually, i remember seeing some tweets from burner accounts from before their relationship trying to get tyler’s attention so he would date her lol

Took these from @/femcel george costanza on twt bc im too lazy to look them up lol

I just read a twt thread about how she convinced her family to leave boston to follow tyler to dallas when he was traded (for allegedly the reasons i mentioned above)

It would seem she followed a bunch of Dallas players and tyler to try and figure out where he lived (before they started dating).

Kate has also “accidentally” leaked Tyler’s home address forcing him to move. Tyler’s family, mostly his sisters, hate kate’s guts. Same w/ Jamie Benn but he doesn’t matter bc screw him lol she also basically forced her way into the wags group before her and tyler were a thing.

Tyler has cheated on her A LOT. He had a “bat signal” where he’d basically post a picture of himself and his location on his story and get girls that way. What can I say, the man’s a slut lol

Anyway, they broke up in 2021 (timing is unclear) and then bam, a few months later, around Christmas of 2021, they got back together. They got engaged a couple of months later, i think it was like exactly a year ago lol, and announced it with the fakest engagement video/pictures ever. He gave her a 200k engagement ring. Funniest thing about it was that he had gone home to be with his family during the summer break either before or right after the engagement (my memory is shit lol) and left her in texas lmao You’d think he’d bring the woman he sees himself marrying home with him… oh well. Rumour has it, he slept with a bunch of women then too

Unrelated to kate:

Tyler got his ass thrown outta boston for his partying and for allegedly sleeping with a wag or two and/or one of the coaching staff’s wife.

Tyler’s famous “only steers and queers in Texas and im not a cow” tweet started rumours about his sexuality. Idc, the man can do and be what he wants, but he loves to get his twerk on with brad marchand and that’s about the best thing i’ve ever seen! Truly elite behaviour

Lastly, about the plantation pics lmao They went to someone’s wedding and those people got married on a plantation and tyler/kate took pics there with graves in the bg.

Oof! That’s about it, i think lol

PLEASE. I just found out Tyler Seguin got married and twt is so funny about this. Are people just finding out Kate is lowkey a stalker and Tyler cheated on her multiple times (BAT SIGNAL???) and Tyler has slept with 2 teammates’ wives (may-haps a coach’s wife too? 🧐Why do you think he was express shipped out of Boston basically seconds after winning a cup???) and that Tyler is either bi, gay, or just a homophobe?

Where have y’all been for the last 10 years???

Anyway, this is hilarious esp after the plantation pics fiasco

[idy-ll-ique]

A Day Well-Spent

Pairing: Mob Boss!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Genre: It's like... fluff to the extreme

Warnings: mention of guns

Requested: nope

Summary: Y/N has just moved to Brooklyn and doesn't know how things are there. Bucky Barnes runs things around Brooklyn but what happens when they meet? Will she run away or will she still shoot her shot?

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! Okay, first of all, THANK YOU FOR 500 FOLLOWERS I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH I LOVE Y'ALL SO MUCH. also i think im obsessed with mob fics????? chile anyways so... enjoy!

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"Ready to go, sweetie?"

"You know it, babe," Y/N grinned at her friend, Clarice. The two, on their way to work, had stopped by a coffee shop for their daily dose of caffeine. As they walked out of the café, Clarice turned to Y/N. "Finish your story! What did Brad say to you after that?!" Clarice reminded her and Y/N giggled.

"Oh, he was just too sweet! But not my type, ya know what I mean? I didn't know how to turn him down," she sighed. "Poor guy. If he had approached me…" Y/N lightly shoved her friend. "I have his number, should I pass it on?" Clarice turned to Y/N, wide eyed. "Darling, you're too good to me," she spoke with a strong Brooklyn accent.

Y/N burst out laughing. She had moved from another part of the country to Brooklyn for education; along with attending college, she was also working as a waitress at a nice little restaurant. That was how she met Clarice, her being another waitress at said restaurant. The two became fast friends.

Clarice was a few years older than Y/N, a single mother with a 4 year old son. Her son was extremely cute. As Y/N continued laughing, she didn't notice how her friend stopped in her tracks. Clarice was busy staring at the huge hunk of a man a few feet ahead of Y/N, standing in the middle of the pavement with his phone held to his ear, his back to them.

Bucky Barnes.

That man was James Buchanan Barnes, the King of Brooklyn. He ran the whole damn city along with his mob; very important and influential. On top of that? He was hot-headed, easily got angry and people knew what happened when he got angry. Except Y/N. Y/N didn't even know who he was.

As Y/N neared Bucky, still laughing for some reason, Clarice thought of calling out to her. And alert him of their presence? No way! "Clarice, you know I love it when you do your acc—" All of a sudden, Y/N collided into a soft wall, spilling her coffee all over it. Opening her eyes, she found out that it was no wall; instead, she had collided straight into a person.

And drenched his back with coffee.

He was wearing what looked like a very expensive suit and Y/N immediately felt guilty. "Oh my goodness, I'm so fucking sorry!" she blurted out as Bucky pulled the phone away from his ear, turning to look at her. His men, who were loitering around, had her surrounded as they pointed their guns at her. But she didn't notice.

She was busy staring at Bucky, her jaw slightly dropped. Hot damn, he is good looking, she thought to herself. It wasn't until he cleared his throat that she snapped out of a daydream. He had a stern expression on his face and she realized she messed up. He's someone important. Then she started apologizing profusely.

Bucky simply stared at her, taking in her features as he gave her a once-over. She's new, he realized, not from Brooklyn. "Hey, hey, hey, it's okay," he chuckled and she immediately shut up, offering him a timid smile. "I really am sorry, I feel like a total ass. That suit looks expensive, sir, is there any way I can help? Maybe pay for dry cleaning?"

"Do you know who I am?" he instead asked and her brows furrowed. "Oh Lord, am I supposed to know?! One mess up after another…" she grumbled and Bucky couldn't help but laugh. "Don't worry. My name is Bucky Barnes, you may call me Bucky." At this point, even his men were surprised, lowering their guns.

Clarice was still standing there and one of the men caught her eye. He nodded his head towards Y/N and Clarice gave him an unsure smile. He sauntered over to her. "She's with you?" he asked and Clarice groaned, dropping her head. "She's new to Brooklyn, and has no idea who he is. I'm so sorry for the inconvenience."

The man smiled at her. "No worries, looks like the boss isn't gonna hurt her. I'm Sam, by the way." Clarice gave him a shy smile. Sam was also very good-looking. "I'm Clarice, nice to meet you." Better to remain on the good side of the mob. Back to Y/N and Bucky… "Bucky, that's a good name. Short for anything?"

He ran a hand through his hair, grinning. It had been years, years since someone outside of the mob had spoken to him so freely and without fear. It felt nice and refreshing, even more so because Y/N was super gorgeous. "James Buchanan Barnes." Y/N couldn't help but laugh. "Named after a president, huh?"

"You making fun of my name now, doll?" he smirked slyly. "Oh no no, I wouldn't dare," she flirted easily, "My name is Y/N. I still feel bad about ruining your suit, you won't even take the money…" Bucky waved her off. "First, Y/N is a wonderful name. Second, you don't need to worry your pretty head over me, this suit can easily be replaced."

"Then how about this? A coffee. My treat. It'll make me feel better," she insisted. Bucky raised a quick brow, thinking that he would be the one to ask her out but oh well, this works too. "Let's call it a date, shall we?" he purred, taking a step closer to her. She didn't back off. "If you'd like," she grinned up at him.

He couldn't help but grin back. "Excellent. Then how about you put your number in my phone and I pick you up next Sunday at 7 pm?" He thrust his phone into her hand and Y/N swore she heard someone gasping in the background. Bucky Barnes was a very private person but here he was now; handing his phone to a stranger.

She quickly put her number in his phone and handed it back, smiling. "I'll await your call." He leaned in and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "I have to go now, so I'll see you later. Say hello to your friend from my side. Sam! Stop flirting, man, we gotta go!" Y/N looked over her shoulder to see his friend flirting with Clarice.

She laughed and turned back to Bucky, who was already looking at her with a goofy grin on his face. "I'll see you next Sunday, Mr Barnes. Again, sorry for the suit!" He waved his arm in dismissal and got into the car, throwing her one last blowing kiss before zooming off. Y/N walked back to Clarice, who was staring at her, jaw dropped.

"I know the hell you didn't just do that."

"Did I do something wrong?" Y/N frowned. Then, all of a sudden, a wide grin bloomed on Clarice's face. "Do you even know who you're going to go on a date with next Sunday?!" Y/N blinked. "Is he someone important?" Clarice made a sound of indignation. "Important? Bitch, he's the Kingpin! The King of Brooklyn! A mob boss!"

Y/N's eyes went wide. "No way," she scoffed. "Yes way! Ask anyone! He runs things around here, babe. It was fun to see him all soft, though, he's kinda hot-headed and hard to impress. Even women stay away from him. And now you two are going on a date?! If this relationship does not end in a marriage I'm suing."

Y/N flushed slightly and punched Clarice on the shoulder. "Clair, we haven't even gone on one date." Clarice shrugged. "A girl can dream. Oh, your children will be the most beautiful! Did you see his right hand man, though?! Mamma mia! Said his name was Sam Wilson, I got his number!" The two reached their workplace.

Inside Bucky's car, he was still smiling, lost in thoughts. "So, that chick, huh," Sam spoke devilishly from the driver's seat. Bucky looked at him. "That's no way to talk about the future Mrs Barnes," he admonished and Sam chortled. "Dude, you haven't been on even one date! Slow down, chicks don't like dudes who plan out a marriage on the first date."

"But I know I'm right, so why shouldn't I plan?" Bucky shrugged. He was more than confident that Y/N was going to become his in the future. The way she looked at him, spoke to him, flirted with him… it was enough for him to become smitten with her at the first glance. "What about you and her friend, huh?"

It was Sam's turn to become flustered. "Clarice Light. Has a 4-year old son, Aaron." Bucky nodded thoughtfully. "A mother. Well-maintained looks," he commented, laughing when Sam punched him on the shoulder. "Why don't you think about your own chick and leave mine alone?"

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Y/N frantically smoothed out her dress, checking herself in the mirror. She wore a beautiful, nude coloured bandage dress that reached mid-thigh, along with similar coloured heels. Bucky was coming to pick her up in 5 minutes. Even after finding out who he was she didn't back away, instead finding it empowering that the most important man in Brooklyn wanted to take her out on a date.

All of a sudden the bell rang, pulling Y/N out of her thoughts. The first thing she saw upon opening the door was a huge bouquet of red roses right in front of someone's face. He then moved the bouquet to reveal his face and Y/N smiled broadly. "Bucky!" He grinned back at her. "Hi, doll! Here, an extraordinary bouquet for an equally extraordinary woman."

"You're too flattering. These roses smell amazing, thank you so much." She took the bouquet from his hands and kept it away, stepping out of the house. Bucky offered her his hand and she took it, allowing him to lead her out of the building and towards an audacious, ridiculously expensive looking car.

"Everything about you is lavish, huh?" she teased as he ushered her into the passenger seat, sitting next to her. "Bad to have a taste for the finer things in life?" he teased right back, placing his hand on her thigh as the other gripped the steering wheel. "No, I mean, you are the Kingpin. I should expect luxury."

He glanced at her to see her grinning at him. "You found out?" She nodded. "Yup, Clarice told me as soon as you left. I don't mind though, I'm just wondering… why me?" He laughed. "Why you? Sweetheart, you are the first person aside from Sam who has talked to me so freely since… since I was 18. And you're gorgeous. So why not?"

"Again, with the flattery…"

"Just stating facts, my dear."

"Also, my friend has a crush on Sam, so do tell him to ask her out." Bucky laughed harder. It had been years since he'd enjoyed himself so much. "Really? He has a crush on her too! I guess I'll tell him tomorrow." Y/N looked out of the window. "Where are we going?" Bucky gently squeezed her thigh. It was clear he wasn't taking her to a café, like originally planned.

"A picnic in the park." Y/N's eyes lit up. "I love picnics!" she squealed. "Then I guess I made a good choice," Bucky chortled along. The two soon reached the park and Bucky got out of the car first, holding the door open for Y/N to step out. "A gentleman," she noted, making him grin. He then took out the picnic basket from the backseat.

Y/N laid out the classic pink and white checkered blanket that he had brought along, taking off her heels before sitting down. "Ugh, I'd have worn pants if I knew I was going to be sitting on the ground," she groaned as she somehow sat down, adjusting her dress.

"You look gorgeous in that dress though," Bucky commented, "But you don't need to worry about public indecency because it's just you and me in the park." Y/N blinked at him as he sat down, opening the basket and taking out food. "Just us? You booked the whole park?" Bucky smirked at her. "It's easy when you run things around here."

Y/N fondly shook her head. "So much effort." He winked at her. "All for you, doll, all for you." The two maintained a chat as they ate. "So, you're new here. Why did you move to Brooklyn?" Bucky asked her. "Education. I go to [Name] college, actually, and work part-time as a waitress for some additional income," she hummed. He nodded thoughtfully.

"What about you? Is the mob a family business or a start-up?" Bucky smiled at her boldness. "Family business, my dad used to run it before me. I was 16 when I took over." Y/N realized what must've happened and gave him a sad smile. "I'm sorry for your loss." Bucky returned the smile. "It's fine, he was no saint."

"No?"

"Yup, hated him actually. Used to be cruel to my mom, to me too… until he got shot. Best day of my life." Y/N gasped quietly. "Bucky! He was your father!" Bucky chuckled mercilessly. "An asshole is what he was. Geez, speaking of, my mom is gonna be so happy."

"What's her name?" Y/N took a bite of her sandwich. "Winifred. She's awesome, raised me and my sister alone, ya know? Dad was always too busy. My mom will like you, I can tell. And so will my sister." Y/N smiled at that. "A sister?" He nodded, excited to talk about his family.

"Rebecca Barnes. She's a few years younger than me, maybe your age. She goes to your college too." Y/N suddenly squealed. "You mean to tell me my best friend from college is your sister? Rebecca Barnes?!" Bucky smiled so wide he thought his cheeks were gonna tear. "You've met her?" Y/N vehemently nodded.

"She's really great, the only person kind enough to introduce herself on the first day I moved in. She was the one who showed me around campus and I found out that she mostly spent time alone because no one wanted to talk to her, her brother being involved with the bad side of law or something. But I didn't care. I still don't. She's awesome, you're awesome."

Bucky felt himself tear up at her words. "Doll, you have no idea how much that means to me." Y/N grinned at him, scooting sideways so she could lay her head on his shoulder. "I'm serious, you know. I can't wait to tell her about this." Bucky laughed in a watery tone, pressing his lips to her temple.

The two quietly ate after that. When the food was over both of them lay down on the blanket, looking up at the starry sky. "It's so beautiful," Y/N whispered, cuddling into Bucky's side as she stared at the gibbous moon. Bucky wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer to him.

"It's nothing compared to you."

Y/N laughed quietly and looked up, the same time he looked down. They met each other halfway; their lips connecting softly yet eagerly. Lost in the kiss Bucky sat up, pulling Y/N on his lap as they continued making out. Finally, after what felt like hours did they pull away, breathless. They said nothing; Bucky looked at her as if she hung the moon.

Y/N stared at him as if he were the only thing in the world. "So, when will I get a second date?" she broke the silence, leaning down to press her forehead to his. "Oh, doll, you're not getting rid of me any time soon," he shot back, laughing. Y/N giggled along and stood up.

Both of them packed their things and got into the car, Bucky offering to drive her home since it was late. So I guess it had been hours. As Bucky drove, Y/N's phone chimed. He glanced at her when she laughed. "What's so funny?" Y/N wheezed before answering.

"I've got two texts. One from Becca and one from Clarice."

Bucky couldn't stop his chuckle. "What did Becca say?" Y/N read out, "Girl, just heard you're on a date with my bro? And I— I swear if you don't become my sister in law, I'm suing." Laughter filled the car. "She really said that?" Y/N nodded. "Yup! Even Clarice, on the day we met, said the same thing! It's nuts. We just met and they're already planning a wedding."

"Speaking of, what was Clarice's message?"

"Oh nothing, just that she got back home from a date with Sam a few minutes ago."

"What?!"

"What's wrong with that?"

"That asshole had work today!"

"Bucky!"

All in all, it was a day well-spent.

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A/N: Thanks for reading! Leave a like if you enjoyed!

[whoseafraidofliloleme]

Invisible Chapter 10.

Summary: YN YLN has always been third in Class 2-5, right behind Lee Su Ho and Kang Soo Jin but with both of them having left Saebom Highschool, this is her time to shine. That is until Han Seosangnim asks her to tutor Han Seo Jun. A guy who doesn’t even know she existed.

Ship: Han Seo Jun x Female Reader.

Word Count: 1872 words. Another one under 2k, I am proud.

Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated with any reactions or whatever you want to say. Again I really don't know where I am going with this.

Taglist: @thealexalcala @hayateotaku

Anyone interested in being added to the tag list, just let me know 😊.

True Beauty Masterlist

Chapter 9.

(Im obsessed with this dress. This is what YN wears to the ball.)

Chapter 10:

Soo Ah looked around at her classmates. Not everyone was here yet, YLN YN and Han Seo Jun were taking their time to come to this outing. Well, her classmates and Kim Cho Rong and Song Si Woo. Those two were honorary members of Class 2-5. More times than less, these two boys were around.

Especially when the planning for breaking YLN YN and Lee Hae Sung’s friendship. To be fair to them, they were a big part of that and being close friends of YLN YN. Yet here they were now a part of this class outing.

Then again, Song Si Woo and Jung Hyun Ji had something going on. Well Soo Ah, Ju Kyung and YN shipped them. From what YN told the other two girls, Hyun Ji and Si Woo had feelings for each other but it was just a matter of time for them to get together.

According to YN, she had been waiting for years for Hyun Ji & Si Woo to become a couple. Whenever the topic of this couple was brought up, YN would claim to be the captain of their ship.

This past week, Ju Kyung and Soo Ah went out of their way to tease YN about Seo Jun. In the last few days, Seo Jun was going out of his way to make his feelings obvious. Yet YN stubbornly refused to believe that this was Seo Jun showing her that he had feelings about it.

Hyun Ji eventually told Ju Kyung and Soo Ah, that YN was insanely oblivious when it came to guys. The three girls had a good laugh when Hyun Ji shared the story of how YN’s ex-boyfriend had to jump through hoops because YN was just so oblivious to his feelings for her.

Seeing Seo Jun coming from afar. Soo Ah waved and started calling his name. Everyone else followed her lead and soon the group was shouting Seo Jun’s name that by the time he got closer. They all quickly stopped shouting when they saw the look Seo Jun was giving them for shouting his name like lunatics. Yet when they noticed he was alone, the chatter started again about where YLN YN was. Since they were the last ones to come, the class had just assumed they would be coming together.

“Yah, shut up all of you. YLN YN will not be joining us, I know nothing more than that. If anyone has questions about it, don’t ask me,” Seo Jun glared at anyone who even looked like they would ask him something. Even when you told him that you weren’t going to be coming to this outing.

Seo Jun being the idiot that he is didn’t ask questions. If he had, he might have figured out a way to get out of this outing too. Unfortunately, he was here stuck with his annoying as hell classmates and from the looks, he was getting. All of these people were going to be teasing him about YN.

“Well since Seo Jun is here, I guess this is a good time to say that I have to go. In my defence, I’m meeting up with someone none of you bars Si Woo know, and he didn’t have any other days free to meet up” Hyun Ji said quickly.

The second she finished; everyone was shouting over each other again. Hyun Ji sighed, she knew there was no way she could get out of this. Even YN, when Hyun Ji revealed to her about who had reached out. YN had told her to just not go to the outing. In times like this Hyun Ji regretted not listening to her best friend.

“Wait if you’re not staying then Si Woo isn’t either I guess,” Soo Ah said looking at Si Woo who was making his way to Hyun Ji from where he had been standing with Cho Rong. Without saying anything Si Woo just nodded his head trying to look cute. Soo Ah rolled her eyes at him but waved her hands. In a way dismissing the two of them.

Hyun Ji gave Soo Ah and Ju Kyung hugs before grabbing Si Woo and running off in the opposite direction of where the class was going to go. Seo Jun sighed, this day just got much worse. The two relatively sane people of this group had just left. Now he was left with these crackheads and he regretted waking up to even come to this outing.

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As much as your friendship with Hae Sung was on the rocks. You weren’t about to break a promise you’d had with him since you were 12. Sure, Hae Sung had even told you that you didn’t have to come to this annual ball that his mother had every year. But you had found the perfect dress for this ball.

This dress had let such an impression on you. After seeing the dress in the window shop, when you were casually out with Hyun Ji and Hae Sung. Eomma was against buying this specific dress, something about it being expensive and that you didn’t have anywhere to wear such a formal dress. It wasn’t until you begged Joon Oppa that he helped convince your Eomma and went with you to buy the dress.

Wearing the dress now, nothing could bring you down. Clothes don’t make a person, you wholeheartedly believed that. But there was just something, about wearing this dress that made you feel like a princess.

Hae Sung and his Eommoni complimented you. That was that. Back to the usual. Hae Sung’s Eommoni took Hae Sung away to get him to meet and greet people. You were left to become wallpaper for the rest of the night. Miserably standing there at the food table. You were used to being treated like this. You would’ve stopped coming years ago.

Yet you had promised Hae Sung and it never mattered to you. This Ball was always an excuse for you to dress up and breaking a promise with your best friend wasn’t on the top of your to-do list. Granted, Hae Sung regularly broke promises you made with each other. Then again you never really got mad at him about it. So, who really was to blame for that.

As with years before you went to the food table. Got a plate of the finger food that was offered and just watched the people around you. Over the years, you had gotten used to people around you chatting about things and not caring that you were there. When you first started coming to these, boredom set in quickly and you tried to talk to people. That didn’t end well for you and one time, you said the wrong thing to the wrong person. Which had the night ending with both Hae Sung and his Eommoni shouting at you. And you crying in your Eomma’s arms once you got home.

That was the end of you trying to get along with any of the people at this event. Since then, after greeting Hae Sung’s Eommoni and her taking Hae Sung with her. You would go to the food table, get food and not leave that area until Hae Sung came to take you home. It was sad that in a dress that made you feel like a princess. You couldn’t dance with anyone and have a fairy tale moment.

However, it was probably good that no one cared for you. Since you didn’t want to awkwardly tell someone that you didn’t want to dance with them. That would most likely lead to you being kicked out or get shouted at again. The one person you wanted to dance with was Seo Jun. Sadly there was no way that he would be at this Ball.

You were lost in thought, not paying attention to your surroundings. So, when you felt someone tap your shoulder. You jumped but still turned around to see Han Seo Jun smiling at you.

Your mouth opened and closed. You were shocked. Seo Jun was here. This was unbelievable. Putting your plate down, you pinched your arm and yelped at the pain. Seo Jun laughed seeing your reaction to him. He almost did the same when he saw you standing across the room.

His legs started moving before he could stop himself. His manager was still talking to him, yet he didn’t care. The girl, who he was always thinking of was at this Ball. Looking like a princess and there was no way that Seo Jun wasn’t going to be your prince for the night.

Seeing you up close was even better. Normally you were beautiful to Seo Jun. Dressed to the nines, you were stunning, something ethereal. Seo Jun almost felt like he didn’t deserve to be in your presence. That’s how much of an impression you left in that dress. The smile you had just added to your beauty and Seo Jun made it his mission to keep that smile n your face tonight.

“So why are you here,” you asked Seo Jun. Once you finished giving him a once over. Seo Jun in a suit was deadly and you didn’t know how you were still talking.

“Managernim practically demanded that I come to this Ball, something about more exposure for me. Thought I’d be bored to death but with you here looking like a princess, this is turning out to be the best night of my life” Seo Jun winked at you. You blushed at his words and hit his arm to deflect from his flirty words.

“Well since you are here, want to dance?” You were dying inside. Where was this courage coming from? Just a few days ago you were sobbing in his arms over Gong Jae Yi. Yet here you were asking him to dance with you.

Seo Jun smiled and held out his hand. Leading you to the makeshift dance floor in the middle of the room. Slow dancing with Seo Jun. This felt like a dream and you were still waiting to wake up from this dream. Seo Jun was smiling, and he was whisper singing the words of the song to you.

You knew Seo Jun could sing but hearing him now, in such an intimate way. You were thanking your lucky stars. This was what you had wanted, to be the princess with your prince for one night only.

All too soon, the night was over. As you were leaving, another bout of courage had you going towards Seo Jun and his manager before you left. You bowed at his manager, who smiled at you.

Turned away from you and Seo Jun to giving you two slight privacy. Not caring about anything you smiled brightly at Seo Jun, said good night, and kissed his cheek as a way of goodbye.

Before hearing Seo Jun’s reply, you left as quickly as you could in your dress and heels. When you reached Hae Sung, you knew he wanted to say something, but you just shook your head. There was no way you were going to listen to Hae Sung’s rants against Seo Jun right after you had kissed him on the cheek.

Chapter 11.

[dokoni-mo]

Nights Like These || All for One x F!Reader

Summary: You were his favorite.

SFW // not fluff but not angst

Word Count: 2802

WARNINGS: obsessive behavior, toxic behavior/mindsets, manipulation, possessive behavior, all for one is evil as usual, fear tactics, some sensual touching, kisses, mentions of death if you squint, swearing, age gap relationship of you squint, but reader is depicted to be in their late 20s, also the fact I also didn't proofread this one lmao (pls forgive me I was working on this at like 3 am).

A/N: This takes place before AFO became the potato man. This is my take on how he would be like in a "relationship". If you want some PRIME AFO content, however, AND ARE THE AGE OF 18 OR OVER, go check out @nonobadcat 's story A Hypnotic Nightmare. It's one of my favs atm (also, badcat, if you're reading this, i haven't forgotten about the fanart! i've just had a lot on my plate bc of the end of school. im terribly sorry if it seemed like i left you hanging).

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You hated armored black vans.

Ever since meeting him you knew exactly what they meant.

They would come to you when you least expected it, and often when you really didn't want them to. You could be anywhere in the world, and one would always find a way to roll up next to you. If you tried to outwalk them, they would just drive faster. If you pretended to ignore them, they would cut you off in your tracks.

Persistent little shits.

Just like him.

This time, it was late into the night when one rolled up next to you. You hadn't seen one in some days beforehand, and was relishing in that fact when the dread-vehicle rumbled up next to you. You had just gotten done doing some late-night grocery shopping for yourself, looking decent but in no way perfect. Sighing through your nose, you gave the tinted windows of the van the glare of your life, trying in vain attempt to get it to just piss off.

Even though that tactic never worked before, it would never stop you from trying.

The van pulled up to the curb next to you and slowed to a stop. Seeing as there was no way you could run or try to ignore it now, you stopped in your tracks, clenching your plastic grocery bags tighter. A moment later, the van rolled it's driver's side window down, revealing the driver to you. You didn't recognize this one; it wasn't one in his normal rotation.

You wondered if he killed one of the other ones, and this one was the replacement.

Looking into the eyes of the driver, you shot him another glare, your face morphing into a frown. This didn't seem to phase the man, however, since he just stared back at you with a blank expression.

You knew you weren't that threatening, but, come on. At least show something.

"What is it?" you questioned the man, your voice firm and serious. Although you already knew the answer to that, you prayed to whoever was listening that it would be a different answer this time.

"He wants to see you."

No dice.

You let out another sigh through your nose, this time more frustrated and annoyed than the last one.

"I just saw him the other day," you tried to bargain, "and I have ice cream in here. Can it wait until tomorrow?"

The driver shook his head, "Sorry, miss. He wants you now."

Your face assumed a deeper frown. It wasn't often that these drivers made it known to you how persistent he was being in seeing you. This made a lump form in the bottom of your stomach. What did he want this time? Another date? Quality time? Or just to remind you of who you belonged to?

You hoped it was one of the former two.

Looking from side to side nervously, you swallowed the lump in your throat before speaking again, "Can I at least put my groceries in my apartment first?"

The driver shook his head, "We can get someone to do it for you, miss. But we need to leave. Now."

Damn, this driver really meant business.

Finally admitting defeat, you slowly took a few steps towards the van, watching as the large, jet-black doors rolled itself open for you. Leaning down, you set your bags on the clean, vacuumed floor of the van, ducking down and pushing yourself inside next. The driver watched you in the rear-view mirror, making sure that you sat down and buckled your seatbelt. Once you were safe in the backseat, he shut the door to the van and pulled out into the street again, driving noticeably careful.

A soft sense of dread washing over you, you leaned up against the van door and planted your elbow on the armrest, resting your chin in your palm. Not feeling up for friendly chat with the man driving you, you fixated your gaze out the window, watching as the neon lights of Japan rushed by you.

You wondered which location you would be at today.

He seemed to have spots everywhere across the world.

You hoped it was the Tokyo one. That one had your favorite food and view.

Hugging yourself closer to the door, you tried to ignore the dread winding up in your stomach. You tried your best to just focus on how pretty the lights looked at night, but couldn't help but have your mind linger back to the racing thoughts that plagued your head.

You wished your friend had never introduced you to his stupid fucking cult. He would deny over and over that it was a cult, but it was a cult. You had been quirkless for so long, and content being so all your life. But, when your friend told you about the man she met that could give you your very own quirk, you would be lying if you said you weren't intrigued.

Biggest mistake of your entire fucking life.

~~

Alas to you, the driver didn't take you to the Tokyo location. It ended up being the Osaka location. You felt rather disappointed by this.

The driver was at least nice enough to help you out of the car and escort you into the hands of your body guards for the night. The guards quickly surrounded you, almost suffocating you by how close they were. After relaying the message that you had arrived, the guards practically drug you into the tall, looming building.

You wondered when the next time you could go outside would be.

Going through the doors, you were greeted with the familiar sight of clean, shiny marble floors, your feet clacking against them as they always did. Everything about the building was ornate but simple, reminding you of some fancy hotel.

It was so fucking obnoxious.

Only one dude and occasionally yourself lived here. And not even full time.

It make you frown.

Eventually, the guards and yourself made your way to the elevators. When one eventually came down (it didn't take long because you were most likely some of the only people in the building), all of you packed in the elevator like a fucking clown car. You were shoulder-to-shoulder with the much taller guards, suffocating on their cologne.

The dead silence in the elevator made you wanna puke.

~~

The guards left you once you were at the door.

You were now all alone in the hallway, the tall, dark, looming door before you. Your fingertips were trembling, yet you didn't know if it was out of fear or anticipation.

He probably already knew you were here. Why did you even have to go through this step? Just for his sick kicks?

Most likely.

You didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

You swallowed and closed your eyes, taking a few deep breaths in and out of your nose. You had to give yourself a pep talk before you could lift up your hand, curling your knuckles to knock on the door.

You stopped before you could knock even once. If there was any time to run, this is it. If you could just-

No. It's impossible.

God how you knew it was impossible.

No matter where you went, no matter what you did, he seemed to always know.

You've seen him angry before. It ran shivers down your spine and made you contemplate whether or not there was an afterlife or not.

You didn't want to know how he was like when he was pissed off. Especially if it was directed towards you.

And, you knew, trying to get away from him was a sure as fuck way to royally piss him off.

Taking in one last deep breath, you put on your brave face and knocked on the door, feeling your dread become almost overwhelming in your gut.

You wet your lips before you spoke.

"It's me."

...

Silence.

Your head perked up at the nothingness that greeted you back. Was he not here anymore? Did he leave for a different place without telling you?

You opened your mouth to say something again, but quickly shut it again.

Could you... leave? Go home?

This was definitely a first.

As soon as your excitement welled up, however, you were quickly shot down again from the deep voice behind the door.

"Come in."

Fuck.

Squaring your shoulders and putting on your bravest face, you gingerly opened the door and stepped through, leaning your back against the wood as you shut it again.

Why did you do this to yourself? So willingly walk into the lion's den?

It didn't take you long to remember.

Fear.

Looking inside the room, the lighting was moody to say the least. Barely anything was turned on, and it was so deafeningly quiet, sans the sounds of the city below and the hum of the AC.

Scanning the room with your eyes, you felt your stomach do a flip when you landed on the man of the hour.

The man who had taken over your life for the past three years.

Him.

Shigaraki. Or, as he was known by everyone who wasn't you, All for One.

Probably the most feared man in Japan. Hell, the world even.

Christ on a fucking bike.

He was seated on the couch that faced the door, his usual sly smirk on his face. One of his legs was crossed over the other, and he seemed to had shed his black coat long ago. His crimson eyes bore right into the very fiber of your being, right into your very soul. His presence was so fucking overwhelming it made you feel like you couldn't breathe. The amount of power that dripped off that man was uncanny.

It always made you wonder what he wanted with quirkless little you.

Unable to maintain eye contact with him for any longer, you dropped your gaze to the floor, your back still pressed against the door. Even though you couldn't see him anymore, you could feel his eyes on you, raking up and down your body.

You prayed that this night went by quickly.

"You're late, little one." He said to you, making your shoulders tense up.

"I..." you began, your nervousness painfully obvious as you brushed your hair behind your ear, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be."

All for One let out a hum, and you could practically fucking feel his smirk grow bigger from across the room.

You wondered if he knew that you were only half telling the truth, or if he was just that delusional.

After a moment, he spoke again.

"Come into the light, darling. Let me get a good look at you."

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you hesitated for a brief second, your fingertips twitching against the wood of the door. Seeing no possible way out, you decided it was best to just do what he said. Pushing yourself off the door, you took small, timid steps into the light, keeping your gaze down on the floor. Awkwardly trying to figure out what you should do with your hands, you decided on clasping them in front of you, picking at the skin around your nails.

You could really feel his eyes on you now.

He looked you over for what felt like an eternity before he said something else, making your eyes flicker back up to him.

"There's no need to be shy, my dear," he said, sensing how nervous you were, "There's nothing to be concerned about. You know I would never harm you."

You wanted to snort out a laugh, but decided against it. Yes, he had never hurt you before, but you doubted it was out of his realm of capability.

Not knowing what to respond with, you simply just nodded, turning your attention back to your hands.

Shigaraki continued to stare at you for a good long while, his red eyes lingering on your cute face and nervous eyes.

Fucking hell you were just too adorable.

After a good second, All for One lifted up his hand, making you look up at him. He was holding his palm out to you, his usual smirk on his face.

"Come here." He said.

Shit, he was getting serious tonight.

Your cheeks tinting a faint pink, you forced your feet to raise up and make you walk across the room. Once you were close enough, you put your hand into his, watching it as it was nearly swallowed by the sheer size of his palm. Knowing exactly what he wanted, you slipped yourself in between his long, thick legs and sat back into his lap. Your side was nuzzled into the crook of his armpit, his strong arm wrapping itself around your waist to keep you in place. Just like he liked, you rested your head against All for One's shoulder, gently lying your hands across his broad chest. This seemed to please him greatly, since he put his other hand on your lower thigh, gently rubbing circles into the side of your knee with his thumb.

You must really be fucking insane.

Gently, Shigaraki pressed a gentle kiss into your hair, mumbling out a quiet good girl in the process.

You couldn't stop the pink dust from spreading across your cheeks.

"How was your day today, darling?" He asked you, the rumble of his voice in his chest loud in your ears.

You hummed before speaking.

"It was okay..." you said, feeling the hand on your side gently stroking up and down.

"You had a lot to do, didn't you?" He asked, making you glance up at him.

Of course he fucking knew about your goddamned errands and job.

"Yeah..." you said, "I was expecting to go back home and chill the rest of the night, but..."

Shigaraki let out a chuckle at this. You didn't have to finish your thought for him to know what you meant.

"Oh, I'm sorry, little one." He said, pressing another kiss to your temple, "I know you must be tired."

You nodded in response, maybe a bit too eagerly.

"I just couldn't bear another second without you, darling." He continued, tracing circles on your thigh this his pointer and middle finger, "I just had to have my special girl with me tonight."

You shifted your weight in his lap, looking up at him, "Did something happen?"

Shigaraki chuckled at this, reaching up and brushing the hair out of your face, "Let's just say I had some... family issues tonight, my dear."

Family?

Shigaraki had family?

This was definitely a first.

You couldn't help but to be nosy.

"Family?" you asked.

"Oh, nothing for you to be concerned about, my sweet girl." He said, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead.

"You never told me you had family." You pressed, not wanting to let the subject go.

"You never needed to know, small one. Besides, it would be too dangerous for you to meet them anyhow."

"Dangerous?"

"There's a possibly they would try to take you from me."

"I highly doubt you would let that happen."

He chuckled, "As clever as always, my darling."

"What are their names?"

"Let's move on from his, my love."

"But I-"

"Are you hungry, dear? I can have someone fetch you something."

"Shigaraki, I just-"

"I said no."

A shiver went down your spine and you were quick to shut your mouth. You knew what that tone meant. It meant shut up or you get a punishment.

You always just chose to shut up.

Seemingly pleased at your compliance, Shigaraki assumed his usual smirk again and planted a kiss on your cheek, rubbing more small circles into your side.

"Have I told you how radiant you look tonight, my dear?" He asked you.

Not feeling in the mood to talk anymore, you just shook your head no.

"You always look gorgeous to me, my dear. Every single piece of you."

Pulling you closer to his chest, he lifted up your chin and looked deep into your eyes.

"My special girl. My favorite."

Closing the distance between the two of you, All for One pressed his lips to yours, stealing your breath away. His kisses were always just like him: strong, confident, and dominating.

Kissing Shigaraki always filled you with a whirling of emotions. Perhaps it was because you were tired that night, or perhaps it was because of the air, but you allowed yourself to fully enjoy his kiss. The feeling of his hands on you, the feeling of how small he made you feel, the feeling of his power radiating off his skin...

He always had this affect on you. When you were apart from him, you found it hard to love him.

But, when you were together...

you found it hard to stop.