#It even rained and the lights didn't cause any problems

[inkbybambi]

best friend!simon riley picking you up from a bad date —

words: 2.2k rating: nothing explicit apart from a brief mention of sex, just some light angst and comfort. my blog is 18+ so minors please dni. warning: hurt/comfort, fluff, pet names, insecurity/doubt/worry, mentions of sex, simon is the softie we all know he is notes: originally written for @ghosts-cyphera ♡ we all need a bestfriend!simon in our lives who's so sweet and gentle with us.

One thing you love about Simon — besides everything — is how reliable he is. Strong, steadfast, there when you need him. Even when he’s not physically there — his work taking him away for weeks or even months at a time — you find yourself reading over the messages he’s sent, the little sticky notes he’s left, whatever memento you’ve kept of him tucked away in the drawer in your bedside table.

Not that you’ll tell him that.

You hate asking him for favors — asking anyone for favors, really, but him especially. Whenever you ask someone for help, it's always accompanied by a long-suffering sigh or a roll of the eyes or some very clear indication that they'd rather do anything else.

Except for Simon.

Which is why you're hesitant to ask him more than you absolutely need to. You don't want to push your luck too far, less he eventually tires of you as well.

Losing people hurts, always assuming it's you that caused the problem. You've come to accept this, even if the dark feelings of being too much or a burden claw at the edges of your mind.

But losing Simon? You don't think you'd ever get over that.

It's just after 9pm, the sky dark and clouds threatening, with thunder rumbling steadily in the sky. Your hand shakes as you fumble your phone from your pocket, trying to hold tears at bay as you scroll through your contacts.

Your call log is all Simon.

Some appointments here and there, but Simon everywhere else.

Fuck.

You hiccup, the tears spilling from your eyes as the sky finally opens up, joining you in your mourning.

You don't have any other choice, really, so you click his number before you can talk yourself out of it and walk home instead, bringing it up to your ear as it rings.

He answers before the third ring.

"I'm so sorry to bother you," you sniffle into the phone, before he has a chance to say anything. You take in a sharp breath, blood turning to ice. "Am i bothering you?" you sound so meek and small and tired. “No, dove, you’re not,” comes his calm, reassuring voice. You’re only half-convinced.

"I'm sorry," you begin again. Your heart falls to your stomach, convincing yourself that this is his final straw. You're overtaken by a wave of nausea, despite not having eaten anything since lunch. "I didn't know who else to call, and I lost my tram pass, and I don't have an umbrella, and — "

“Dove,” he says, his accent soothing to your ears — he's so endlessly patient and kind. You ache.

"I can just walk home, I-I'm sorry," you whimper out, unable to stop the tears blurring your vision, feeling pathetic and weak and so, so alone. “Darling,” he says, a little stern. Not angry, never angry. Trying to focus you. “What’s wrong?”

“U-um, my date stood me up,” you sniff, swallowing hard. "I waited an hour," you mumble, looking to your shoes. "Messaged him too, y'know. He just. Didn't show."

You think you hear Simon curse over the line and your heart lurches, feeling like you're about to be sick. “Where are you?”

There's a rustle of fabric, the clink of keys, the heel of his boot walking across his floor. You manage to tell him the name of the restaurant, voice cracking. “Twenty minutes,” he says, and you’re about to protest but he beats you to it. “Sit there and be good and patient and I’ll pick you up, yeah?”

"Okay," you whisper in agreement, before the line clicks dead and you allow yourself to cry, huddling under the awning as some protection from the rain, now coming down in thick, sharp waves.

Thirteen minutes later, the headlights of his truck shine through the dark, pulling up to the curb. You make a mad dash for the passenger door, still getting drenched in the process.

You can't even look at him, hands shaking as you buckle the belt, trying to make yourself as small as possible.

He says your name gently. You take in a shuddering breath and let it out just as shaky, looking over towards him. He's wearing his balaclava, but his eyes — even in the dark, you can make out his beautiful eyes. Assessing you, worrying.

"I'm sorry," you croak out. You can't help it. It's burned into your tongue, driven into your mind to make him understand you didn't want to bother him. He doesn't have to forgive you, but as long as he knows, that's enough.

"Love," he says, and there's... something in his voice, as he reaches over for your hand, holding it gently in his own. His eyes never leave yours. "'m never gonna be mad about you askin' for help." Your eyes flit away, but he squeezes your hand and you reluctantly look back. "You know me better than that," he says, as if he can read the treacherous thoughts swirling in your head, drowning you and making it hard to breathe.

You can only nod, not trusting your voice at the moment. He hums, bringing the back of your hand up to graze his covered lips over the back, pulling out to drive you back.

"This is your flat," you say, fifteen minutes later as he shuts the car off. You were too busy looking at the window, watching the rain drops race down the glass, to notice that he wasn't driving the familiar route to your place.

"Yes," he replies, as if it's obvious he'd bring you here. "You really think I'd let you stay home alone?"

His eyes are so fucking bright. It startles you, and you hate how your heart twists and thumps at how intently he's looking.

"I..." you start, chewing on your bottom lip for a moment. His eyes flicker to your lips, snapping away just as quick. "I was gonna eat ice cream and drink shitty, cheap wine," you say.

"As if I don't have either of those things here," he replies, opening the door and effectively ending the conversation. You scramble after him, eager to be inside in the warmth and burrow yourself into his couch.

"Go get changed," he says, voice clear as he removes the balaclava and bends to untie his shoes.

You hesitate for a second, until he looks up to you and there's that something lingering in his gaze — the same something that was in his voice.

"Go on now," he repeats, softer, and you ditch your shoes and your uncomfortably wet jacket by his.

His flat is as familiar as your own — you could walk through it blindfolded at night and you wouldn't knock into a single thing.

Well.

You might knock into a corner or two, but that's not a vision thing. It's a you're a bit clumsy thing. Simon finds it endlessly amusing, poking at the bruises that blossom on your skin while you bat his hand away.

His bedroom is familiar as well. Which is why you don't think twice before you're shimmying out of your clothes — undergarments as well — and rifling through his drawers, finding your favorite shirt of his and a pair of his boxers.

You take a moment to smell the collar, taking comfort in the scent that lingers. You’ve been dressed in his clothes many times before this but it feels different this time.

As you pad back out to the living room, Simon’s already on the couch. Your favorite blanket is draped across his lap, two bowls of ice cream and a bottle of cheap wine sitting open, glasses filled far more than you would’ve. You’ll indulge him, mostly because you have the sneaking suspicion that he’ll have you sleep here anyways.

His balaclava is off. The last dregs of tension drain from you as he looks over to you, face soft in the lowlight of the lamp, tv ready with a show you’ve watched a thousand times that he watches with you without complaint.

“Knew you’d choose that one,” he says with a bit of a smirk as you crawl on the couch, burrowing yourself into his side, his arm slinging across the back of the cushion.

“Am I that predictable?” you mumble, a small thank you as he hands you a bowl.

He doesn’t answer, but you feel the burn of his stare before he snorts, flicking the tv to start playing, the familiar theme relaxing you further.

The silence with him is comfortable, lingering in a hazy in-between of awake and sleep, empty bowls and mostly empty glasses sitting on the coffee table.

“Were you going to fuck him?” he asks, three episodes in, bottle empty.

You blink, not sure if you heard him properly as you pull back to look at him. You can’t read his eyes. Something hot twists in your gut.

“I-I don’t know, Simon,” you start, the weight of his stare heavy. “Maybe?”

He doesn’t say anything and you chew your lip for a moment, fingers curling to play with the blanket. “Depends how the date went, I suppose. Doesn’t matter much now,” you snort. His gaze hasn’t changed. “Why?”

His jaw clicks, taking a deep breath. “You deserve better ‘n that.”

A confused frown pulls at your mouth, unsure how to reply. “I know how to be safe,” you tell him, voice soft.

He seems to be weighing his words in his head, lowering the volume of the show. You feel sick.

Dark eyes rove over your face, taking in every minute detail. You bite at your nail, just for something to do.

“Don’t think there’s a bloke in the world that’s worthy of ya.”

Your frown deepens, breaking your eyes from his, twisting your fingers in your lap. Relationships aren’t easy. Being that vulnerable with someone isn’t easy.

You never want someone to pay for you, and even the smallest gestures like opening the car door or pulling out your chair feel like it’s too much. You don’t deserve that kind of attention. After a while, they’ll get tired. You’ll become a burden to them like everything else in your life.

It’s easier to be by yourself. The only person you have to worry about bothering is you.

“Love.” He tilts his head, eyes trying to catch yours. How hasn’t he gotten tired of you yet?

A hand under your chin forces your gaze up, and you try to shrink yourself against the back of the couch. Your voice catches in your throat, words stuck there.

“What’s goin’ on in tha’ pretty head f’yours?”

You swallow thickly, finding it damn near impossible to keep your eyes on his.

“‘s not like it matters,” you start. his brows furrow, but he stays silent. “No one would want me anyways.”

“‘n why would you say that?”

Frustration burns the back of your throat. Isn’t it obvious? You can barely call him in a dire situation without thinking the worst of yourself. How can he think of you as anything but a nuisance? How could he think anyone else would put up with it?

“You wouldn’t understand,” you say, defeated. You crumble back into the couch.

“Make me understand.”

Heat flashes at the nape of your neck. He takes your hands in his, cradling them in his warmth. Your name sounds so soft in his voice.

“How aren’t you tired of me?” comes your whispered question, nose tingling and eyes threatening to water. You look at him. Hesitant. Scared.

The silence is loud. His own frown deepens. It takes a few painful minutes, but you see the moment something clicks in place.

“You know I’d do anything for you, yeah?”

Your lip quivers, sniffling as you beg yourself not to cry.

“Because you do the same for me,” he continues. You doubt it, mind going blank of every time he’s come to you for something.

His touch moves to your elbow, tugging you forward gently until he can arrange you in his lap. He slips his hands beneath the hem of his shirt, thumbs rubbing on your hips just above the waistband of his boxers.

You slowly brace your hands on his shoulders. Firm and broad and safe.

“You apologize so much. You worry so much.” the tears slip down your cheeks, throat aching, but now you can’t look away from him. One hand moves to cup the nape of your neck, thumb rubbing gently at the skin behind your ear.

“You’re allowed to ask for help.”

You shake your head, a no caught in your throat, tears blurring your vision.

“Oh, love.” He cradles you into the curve of his neck, arm wrapping around your waist and keeping a gentle hold at the base of your skull. “You have me wrapped around your finger ‘n you don’t even know it.”

He lets you cry into his neck, dampening the collar of his shirt. His cologne is soothing and you eventually slump against him. You’re so tired.

His lips graze your temple, his soft touch lulling you to sleep. You’ll talk about it tomorrow, but for now you want to stay wrapped up in his arms, held by someone who genuinely loves you.

[definitelynotafurinasimp]

Them with a reader that worships another Archon

characters: Venti / Zhongli / Ei / Furina x gn!reader (separate)

warnings: none

a/n: Didn't write for Ei in a long time... not to mention Zhongli and Venti, so if I got some of their personality traits wrong, I'm sorry.

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Venti 

“Let’s hope you’re not made out of sugar, or else we’re gonna have a tiny problem”, the Bard joked once he took a glance out of the window, the heavy rain and thunder that had come seemingly out of nowhere difficult to notice, even for the drunken inhabitants of Angel’s Share.

“Rain’s a nuisance at best, I’ll be fine”, your response lacked any signs of the usual annoyance people would feel in this situation, whether it was the alcohol or your attitude towards rain that made you seem almost relaxed was up for debate however.

Just as the words had left your mouth, a giant lightning caused the room to light up, soon followed by a deafening thunder, earning you a grin that spoke more than a thousand words. “Still only a nuisance?”

“Sure, the Raiden Shogun will protect me from the lightning”, came your dry response, causing the bard’s ears to perk up. Truth be told, he couldn’t care less about whatever god you were worshiping, forcing people’s hands or getting grumpy over their decisions was hardly the God of Freedom’s modus operandi. Although this did open up a whole new conversation topic.

“Want me to pass your mighty Raiden Shogun a message the next time I see her?”, Venti offered with a smirk, drawing a laugh out of you almost instantly.

“Yeah, sure Venti. I have no doubt you’d be able to play your way into an audience with her, especially since the last time you stepped foot into Inazuma went so swimmingly”, you jokingly responded, waving goodbye before readying yourself to run back home through the rain.

Zhongli

There was neither law nor contract that obliged the citizens of Liyue to worship Rex Lapis. Sure, the Archon might have been the city's patron god and had descended each year to give instructions and advice, but who’s name spilled out of its citizens' lips during their prayer was none of Zhongli’s business. 

And yet, when he heard a particular name slip out of your mouth, the Archon couldn’t help but furrow his eyebrows for the briefest of moments.

“Thank Barbatos, I was starting to think I’d never find it”, you let out a relieved sigh once your eyes finally spotted the pin on the floor, glistening as if it was calling out for its owner before quickly finding itself stuck onto your coat once again, your lips forming a small smile.

“Hmm? Is something the matter?”, you once again turned towards Zhongli, not missing the conflicted expression that had since long been replaced by his usual smile.

“Not at all. I was simply surprised for a moment, Barbatos Worshippers in Liyue are pretty scarce after all, although there’s certainly nothing wrong with having another Archon as one’s Deity.” His explanation was enough to satisfy you, as your conversation quickly shifted back to the previous topic. And yet the scene remained on his mind for quite a while.

Let’s hope you and your god’s paths never converged… for your faith’s sake.

Ei

Hearing you mumble another Archon’s name in your brief prayer before eating caused Ei’s hand to freeze just close to her mouth, leaving the small sweet hovering in front of her face as her eyes remained fixed on you, the silence gradually causing your face to turn all shades of red as you tried to hide your tenseness behind a polite smile.

“I didn’t know you worshiped Rex Lapis”, Ei stated, her tone coming out more accusatory than she ever intended, causing a small apology to follow shortly after, bringing the tension of the room down significantly. 

Humans were entitled to their own decisions, and yet hearing you worship another god left a… bitter taste in her mouth. Especially since she wasn’t sure whether or not it had to do with her or was totally unrelated, the thought that you liked another Archon more than her filling her with jealousy, no matter how ridiculous she knew the whole situation to be.

“My family originally came from Liyue, so praying to Rex Lapis before meals is somewhat of a tradition for me… even if I don’t worship him on many other occasions”, you explained sincerely, remembering scenes of sharing meals with your family as a small smile made its way onto your face.

Whether it was because of your explanation or the gentle expression on your face, but whatever semblance of jealousy Ei felt within her swiftly melted away, her shoulders relaxing before she finally took a bite of the food in front of her, the corners of her lips rising when you did the same.

Furina

Truth be told, when Furina heard another Archon’s name come out of your mouth she felt a wave of relief wash over her. The last thing she wanted was for you to put her on a pedestal, no matter how attention-seeking she could be from time to time. And while she couldn’t blame those still seeing her as their Archon, considering how she had played the role for generations, she wished for your relationship to be one of equals instead of a god and her worshiper.

“Ah, I guess praying to another Archon in front of a former one is a bit rude. I’m sorry-”, you rushed to form an apology once you noticed Furina’s silence, your face growing red in embarrassment and shame before being cut off by her.

“It’s fine, I’m not as vain as to feel slighted by such a non-issue”, she lifted her hand before waving you off, a smirk on her lips as she thought of what to say next. “I am no longer an Archon after all, so having people worship the grass the Archon ‘Focalors’ walks on would only serve as a distraction from how mesmerizing the great Furina is.”

A chuckle from you was all it took to bring her back down from her ego-trip, your smile quickly spreading over to her, and before she knew it, she was snickering herself.

“Alright, let’s get the great Furina a dessert as reward for her inexhaustible modesty.”

[sorinbds]

Rain pounded against the bay windows of the lobby. The lamp light was dim and low, signifying the quiet of the night; the inhabitants of the astral express had long been asleep, but the warm bulbs provided a shelter for any stray soul that sought refuge in the silence.

You were one such soul, sat in the leather chair that was tucked into the corner with a blanket cocooning you tightly and mug of hot tea warming your palms.

But it didn’t mean much, with the way your eyes couldn’t leave the rattling window panes for even a second. It was hard to look away, no matter how hard you wanted to, but it almost felt that if you did, the rain would break the glass and sweep away the safety of your home with the power of a hurricane. You weren’t really sure why, exactly, but any time the weather became so furious, your entire being seized like a deer in headlights. You didn’t know what to do. If you didn’t move, maybe you would be safe. Maybe everyone would be safe, if only they stayed right where they were. Unmoving.

You remembered pulling yourself out of bed for some kind of remedy for sleeplessness caused by the sound of the rain, anything helpful; and then the loud crashing of thunder gave you such a fright that your subconscious refused to leave, any possible sleep leftover in your mind completely pushed down. Were you a child? It wasn’t really going to hurt you like this. If anything, the real Storm would be much more capable of doing so–

SNAP

–Lightning flashed before your eyes, and your muscles stiffened as thunder cracked through the sky mere seconds after. You could tell it was right above–you barely even had the chance to count to one before the sound pierced through your body, nearly making your tea spill all over your blanketed lap.

Yeah, okay. There was no going back to your room after all. You couldn’t even convince your knees to peel out of the bunched up position you held them in, let alone walking there by yourself.

Sleeping there on the chair… Didn’t really sound too bad. Honestly! It's not like it was completely uncomfortable… You thought. Even though your back already begged for a mattress to lay on, at least the chair was decently cushioned. Right? So…

“...Hm? My Lady?” came a sudden voice, from across the room, in the doorway that connected the lobby to the kitchen. “What are you doing up at such an unGodly hour?”

You looked over your knees and your cup of tea when you heard that warm tone, to see small wings swaying gently with each other's movements. Your heart jumped in your chest at being caught like this; It wasn't like it was something you'd be caught doing, though, you didn't think anyone else would be awake to see you the way you currently are, let alone someone so careful about their Sunday routine. "A-Ah, um... You know."

The man hummed curiously; There wasn't much to do in terms of expressions, so being close to the man required one to be really good at picking up on non-existent body language and voice cues, and quickly And at that moment you could tell that he hadn't really responded to her. ask. Somehow, it felt rude to keep someone like him in the dark.

You cleared your throat, your eyes peering back at the windows still drumming with rain. “I couldn’t sleep earlier, and came out here for a drink. I thought maybe it would help.”

It… Wasn’t that you didn’t like being around him for this reason, not at all. But there was something about him–the way he carried himself with such grace and poise, always quietly observing you–it made you feel much more see-through than he actually was. Ever since he’d been recruited into your group astral express , it’d been one thing after another with the way he dedicated himself to you. A Knight that was never not there, always ready to protect.

For some reason you couldn't understand, he was always by your side. Any attack that ever found you vulnerable, any near fall down the stairs in your room, any problem you had no one else to confess to... There, cape fluttering and gauntlets clenched tightly into a fist with some kind of chivalry you never thought you would have. Witness was a Knight willing to give his life for you.

You never really understood it. You thought you weren't particularly special. You had nothing to provide him other than a humble room to rest in. Was that really enough for him?

You came back from your thoughts when a hand grabbed his sword and that figure jumped towards you. Whatever he was considering, he had clearly made up his mind.

“Come on, lady. "Should someone escort you back to your room?"

When shaking fingers reached out to place your own atop it, it felt the way his voice sounded. Gentle, despite that seemingly hard shell, with a grip so firm it made you feel safe.

“...I-If you would be so kind, sunday. I think I would like that.”+

I'm about to go to sleep tomorrow I'll continue writing

At the moment I don't have my glasses, sorry if there are spelling errors

this was too oc

I have my requests open

[valsverse]

MIDNIGHT RAIN

PAIRING — percy jackson x gn!reader SUMMARY— you. percy. a rainy night. what more could you ask for? WORD COUNT — 0.7k

THE SOUND OF RAIN hitting the pavement resonated throughout the deserted streets, but you and percy couldn't be bothered by the clamor. it was midnight, an ungodly hour for most, a time when most people would be sound asleep, yet here you were, wandering the empty streets with your beloved. it felt wrong to be out at this time, but then again, it felt so exhilarating.

initially, you were hesitant to let percy talk you into going out in the rain, but the idea of spending time with him was too tempting to resist. with no school the next day, the rain pouring down, and your boyfriend by your side, you felt like you were living in the moment.

percy's laughter filled the air as he led you along, urging you to follow him. his fingers were tightly interlaced with yours, his grip firm and reassuring, as if he were afraid you might disappear at any moment.

percy didn't care if zeus was probably throwing thunderbolts right now, he just loved the rain. he loved how the water droplets made him feel alive and rejuvenated, the way it cooled his skin and made him feel as if he belonged in the world. but most of all, he loved that he could share these moments with you.

"wait, where are we going?" you called after him, your laughter mingling with his.

"who said we were going anywhere in particular?" percy turned around to beam at you with a smile so radiant it could light up the night sky.

you smiled back at his spontaneity.

rain continued to pour down, instantly cooling your skin and dampening your clothes. this was probably the #1 way to get a cold, however, that would be tomorrow's problem. occasionally, cars raced by, splashing water up onto the sidewalks, but percy would simply become hydrophobic, shielding you from the water, and acting as your very own personal umbrella.

as you both approached a streetlight, a broad grin spread across percy's face, and for a moment, his eyes gleamed with an unspoken excitement. it was as if he knew something that you didn't, and the anticipation in his expression was infectious.

he looked at you so lovingly that it made your heart flutter. with a single glance, he had the power to make you feel like the most important person in the world. this pure and gentle boy, who smiled secretly at you, seemed to hold your heart in his hands. and you were perfectly okay with that.

before you could even ask him what he was up to, percy suddenly shook his head, sending water flying everywhere, including all over you. you almost shrieked in surprise, but with a small smile, you managed to hold back the sound. you followed suit, shaking your head and laughing as the water droplets flew around you.

you probably looked like weirdos. but neither of you cared, because both of you were happy.

eventually, your head started to ache from the constant movement, and you reach up to cup percy's face, bringing him to a stop as well. your other hand slides into his hair, messing it up even further as you both catch your breath. suddenly, percy lifts you up and twirls you around, causing another burst of laughter to escape your lips. he sets you down gently, and you both stand there, drenched and smiling from ear to ear.

"oh, you have no idea how happy you make me," percy says with a smile, his forehead resting against yours.

you raise an eyebrow. "even right now, like after we just did that?"

"especially right now," he replies, grinning. "you're the best thing that's ever happened to me." he thinks for a moment. "well, besides blue waffles, of course."

you chuckle at his comment, bringing him impossibly closer by the collar of his shirt. "well, actions speak louder than words, jackson," you tease.

and with that, you crash your lips onto his.

it's a brief but passionate moment that electrifies your senses, and you feel a thrill coursing through you that lingered even after you pulled away.

you knew it was a probably weird sight, two teenagers, seventeen and crazy, lost in the moment and oblivious to the world around them, but you didn't care. everything felt perfect in that moment, and you wouldn't have wanted it any other way. as you looked at each other, drenched in rain and laughing onto each other's lips, you knew that this was a moment that shouldn't have happened. but it did, and it felt just right.

a/n

my ass writing this on the sunniest most perfect day of september:

also pls tell me someone got the fahrenheit 451 "seventeen and crazy" reference at the end. 😭😭

[class1akids]

I just caught up and dude I don’t think appreciating endeavor as a character makes someone a pro-abuser how could you say that. The director was wrong about the title change but why are you dragging her kinks into it? It’s separate from more concerning things like the title and missing scenes. Her primary problem was putting emphasis on the family instead of spotlighting shouto. Now I’m seeing misinformation from ppl I follow that it’s solely about her liking endeavor when that’s not the case.

Let me clear it up - I'm not a purist in any way. Appreciating Endeavor as a character or shipping him with whoever doesn't make you a pro-abuser, but manipulating or altering canon content to fit certain untrue framing can make someone's storytelling pro-abuser.

Let me sum up the issue and expand on what I mean:

Director announces her promotion to series director with a tweet with EndHawks plushies. Some fans raise eyebrows, but most don't react.

Director tweets about liking Endeavor fat ass and various other kinks from the same account she uses to communicate from as one of the official faces of the anime.

Director changes scenes that get widely interpreted as Shipping additions (Endeavor getting giant fire wings that don't exist in the manga and making sure his ass is in plain view)

Director changes the pre-agreed title of Todoroki Shouto: Rising last minute, even though the episode is Shouto's last episode and one for which he is very clearly the focus character connecting part A (his talk with All Might about becoming who he wants to be) with part B (the Todoroki climax and Shouto becoming who he wants to be).

She knows full well that it will anger fans. So instead of a title that applies to Shouto, we get a title that "might apply to Shouto" but also might apply to the family Endeavor. (We all know it wasn't about All Might who had three more episodes coming up and where they didn't even bother to adapt the famous middle schoolers panel). So now instead of a title that celebrates a beloved character's coming into his own as a hero, who did 90% of the work when it comes to Touya and the family, we have a title that apparently applies to the character who ironically was "never there" and even now is only there to do a murder-suicide. It obfuscates the fact that the family coming together meant total annihilation until Shouto showed up with a solution.

Trying to stretch All Might's "I'm here" which can apply to Iida and Shouto to Endeavor, who caused the entire tragedy in the making and frame the episode that this is "also" Endeavor's "I'm here" moment rather than his reckoning is a pro-abuser interpretation and clearly goes against Horikoshi's authorial intent of story-framing.

The Todoroki family climax is compressed into a 10-minute part B, where miraculously none of Endeavor's scenes are cut, but Natsuo's flashback is (isn't he family?), and so are the kindergarten kids rooting and smiling for Shouto despite them being prominent in the manga, not to mention Shouto's big double spread, Hawks hugging Tokoyami or Geten and Compress discussion. Yet there was time to give the TogaChako fight with the same amount of chapters 1.5 episodes.

The Director expresses a kink for Endeavor crying and as a strange coincidence the episode makes the change from the manga (where Endeavor is not crying) to the anime with Endeavor crying big tears.

On the episode MVP, even though most votes were for Shouto, Touya and Iida in this order, they changed the second place for the "Todoroki family", to include Endeavor even though in Light Fades to Rain they refused to accept votes for the UA Big 3 (and Mirio didn't even make the list). Ironically, this change in the counting meant that Endeavor won a place on the MVP, while All Might for whose "big and impactful moment" the supposed title change was, didn't make the MVP ranking.

Fans asked the official account to tell them if it was Todoroki Shouto Rising episode - it was trending for days. The official didn't respond or address those concerns in any way. I can tell you, Shouto fans were in real distress for days as Japanese fandom could not conceive that someone could cut the Rising title and it ruined the episode experience for many fans. Then the following week during the TogaChako episode, the official account tweeted "Rising this week and last week" which made the fans feel mocked and even more angry and wondering if the staff is truly this dense or downright malicious.

Btw, she was also behind the OP storyboard in S6 where Ochako was made to seem single-handedly save Deku while the entire Class A was erased almost completely. BK/DK fans were furious at the time too and she was widely criticized for that choice, but at least it was "just an OP" and not actual source material adaptation. So it's not just Shouto fans who feel that she's not the most impartial when it comes to the anime adaptation or understanding the manga.

I'm sorry, but the evidence is pretty overwhelming that certain changes are being made to fit Nakayama's personal ships, kinks and character preferences. I don't care normally who she ships or what fetishes she is into. I don't care if people like Endeavor, as long as they don't try to alter the canon content to deny his wrongdoings.

However, she was the one using her work account to tweet about Endeavor's ass - people didn't go digging into some obscure side account. The Japanese fandom was talking about it for days. I find that truly unprofessional.

I don't want someone in charge of adaptation of the manga who thinks that it is ok to flaunt her ships and kinks on the same platform she uses to tweet about her work. Plus her thirst tweets taint the work of her colleagues - many of whom worked hard on amazing sequences that were faithful to the source material and showed deep understanding of the content. It's disrespectful to them. They made the episode shine in spite her intents.

And it is clear that she is unable to stop herself from filtering her preferences into the adaptation. She is not writing fan fiction or making a fan video. She is adapting the manga into the one and only official anime for the entire fandom and she needs to be able to take off her Endeavor-fan hat, her EndHawks shipper hat or her Ochako fan hat and stop alienating and disenfranchising fans of other characters. Shouto fans, in this case whose Rising from now on will only exist in the manga. (Or you know the two people who were looking forward to for years seeing Geten and Compress one last time in the anime).

It's also good business not to alienate fans whose viewership generates ad money and who spend money on merch which eventually finance her job.

And with these very questionable things, I do think people questioning her real motives is both normal and fair.

Not to mention, Shouto fans are demonized for complaining, but 90% of the comments were simply asking to add the "Rising" subtitle to part B for the home DVD release which is honestly a no brainer if they want to boost the otherwise pitiful sales of the BlueRay / DVD.

[deusvervewrites]

Divinity: The first sign Emi got was a sudden shift in the air. One that... was AWFULLY familiar, if much less overwhelming than the one she felt previously. "Huh? Shota, did you feel that?"

"Feel what?" He didn't even look at her, sending bored looks at the provisional exams below them instead. "You'll have to be specific. I'm feeling a whole lot of unpleasant things when you're near, Joke."

"Oh, stop it, you charmer!" She elbowed him with a laugh. "Seriously though, what is... it..." A droplet of water hit her head. Then another. Looking up, Emi saw that the previously clear sky was... rapidly becoming less so.

Now, that wasn't exactly cause for concern, except this rain felt... weird. It wasn't unpleasant, far from it. If anything, the gentle rainfall made her feel... refreshed? I was probably the right word for what she felt right now, Emi subconsciously sitting up a bit straighter in her seat. Below, she could see that the examiners seemed... suddenly MUCH more energized in their rescue attempts. "Okay... something's definitely-"

There was a flash of something MORE than just a simple light. As her entire vision was consumed by white, Emi felt... less. Deep in the back of her mind, she felt some primal instinct blare to life, urging her to either flee or bow down to something far, far beyond what she could ever hope to be. Then, the light and the feeling both passed, and Emi blinked spots from her vision to see...

She hummed, then put her finger up to her chin. She wasn't sure why. It just felt right. "Shota. Are you aware there's a frog on your head?" Though calling her (it felt like a 'she') a frog was a bit too little. Emi couldn't explain why, but... the shape of her snout, the size, even the green of her skin felt... more real, more present than the world around her. As if every single frog she saw before was just a cheap copy of this one.

Shota didn't have any real reaction at first. Just kept watching the field below them, wearing the same tired expression. "So, anyways, when do you think they'll bring out the 'villain'?"

Aizawa: "If I ignore it hard enough it won't be a problem."

[the-fans-stuff-blog]

SCP 073 and 076-2 Headcanons

(WARNING: MENTIONS OF MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES AND DEATH)

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Cain:

- he has wavy hair, similar to the hair style that TheRubber drew him with, though he's also got an undercut too

- This is technically for both, but when Cain gets flustered he tries to hide his face with his bangs

- despite the cyborg spine, Cain can bend back completely

- has sharp teeth that are similar to dog and cat teeth

- Every time he is transported to site 25b to visit Abel, he always steals one of Able's hoodies. Able gets back at him by stealing one of cain's hoodies after being transported to site 17 to see him

- Cain has nails that are sort of long and round tipped. He uses them to give head massages to any of the personnel that ask him for one

- He has markings on his arms like Able does, but Cain's markings also light up

- since he can't leave site 17 grounds unless transported somewhere, when it's raining he goes up to the roof since he can watch the rain and dance in it without breaking any rules

- he likes to bring Able along with him if the other is visiting at the time

- He's become quite fond of Josie(529 aka the half cat) and has a cat bed and cat toys in his room for when Josie decides to go to his containment room for a bit

- one time SCP 999 was brought to site 17 for cross testing between him and Cain. Cain loved every second of it, and so did Josie who was in Cain's room when it happened.

- since he can't be around real plants, he's been given fake plants to decorate his room with.

- Cain has alot of flower hair clips and fake flower crowns that Iris gave him

- because he's resistant to damage, that would count for internal things like illness. Plus he's also an SCP so it makes sense for him to be immune or just instead be a carrier that's unaffected(like 343)

- SCP 191(or Annie as he calls her) is like a little sister to him. During the breaches at Site 17 or when the chaos insurgency tries to attack, he goes to her containment area to help hide her so that she's safe. He also sometimes hides with her if he doesn't have enough time to get to the other staff

- Cain has anxiety and paranoia. He has hurt his brother in the past and is scared that he might accidentally do that again, whether it was to Able or anyone else. His paranoia stems from the fact that he might one day hurt someone he cared about very badly. There are times when being interviewed he almost had panic attacks when being asked about what happened between him and Able. He was young, dumb and jealous, and he wants to make sure he never makes the same mistakes again.

- Cain is quite a worrier. One time when Able got hurt during a mission, Cain literally caused a breach because he was that worried. He had to be calmed down by staff before they could try to transport him to 25b's medical bay to see Able. Though Able can tell that Cain was worried from before the mission started.

- Cain took care of Able for about a month until Able fully recovered. Though Cain, being the protective older brother, still takes care of Able sometimes, even if the other didn't ask him to, but still appreciates the help

- He is VERY scared of spiders. So it's sort of like Able is trying to squash one while Cain is just on the table shaking

- Able has to take care of him when Cain's anxiety gets a bit bad during the day. Able will literally destroy anyone who tries to make his brother's anxiety get even worse

- Cain likes sweet things, so those can also calm him down. So when he's recovering from a panic attack, Able gets some chocolate for him from the facility's break room. He'll also pick up Josie and 191 on the way back to Cain's room. If iris isn't busy, she'll also come with too

- since he's basically a shield, he has no problem with using his ability to protect personnel from attacks by dangerous Scps or the chaos insurgency

- You wouldn't believe how LIVID he became when the chaos insurgency attacked one time and nearly killed not just Able, but also Josie and Annie. Cain literally went ham and destroyed half of the members before they retreated in fear. Only Able, Annie, Iris, and Josie could calm him down after that while the staff helped to clean up the mess

- Cain was pretty shaken up for a while after that. Not to mention it's one of the rare times he ever actually got violent, especially to the degree of killing multiple people. But he doesn't regret it. Those chaos insurgency members tried to hurt those he cared about and they paid the price

- Cain has no gag reflex at all

- Cain still has Two hoodies that he never gave back to Able. He calls them his comfort hoodies, as he would wear them when stressed.

- He is definitely friends with Meri (166), and regularly meet up for their hang outs

- Cain likes to make cat toys for Josie

- Despite Able being taller and heavier, Cain can pick up Able and carry him over the shoulder with ease, even while running.

- Though he likes to be carried more, especially on Able's back. Though sometimes Able will just go 'screw it' and sling Cain over his shoulder or carry him with an under the arm hold(as if Cain were a football lol) while running up the stairs

- When Cain has nightmares, he'll call Able if the other isn't visiting at the time of the nightmare. But if Able is there, he'll have to wake Able up first

- He always gets flustered if someone compliments him, though with flirting it's only if he not starting to get uncomfortable

- Cain is the more clingy sibling as he enjoys cuddles. Though thanks to him, the first thing Able does after arriving is cuddling Cain

- This man has to get on his toes to give Able forehead kisses cause able doesn't like having to lean down

- Cain has never worn form fitting clothes like leggings, but found out he actually enjoys them, as wearing jeans or loose pants all of the time can get a bit boring.

- if Cain is laying on his stomach, Josie with curl up there and fall asleep. Then poor Cain can't move till she wakes up, though he falls asleep a bit later too

- He's become quite good at braiding hair, and mostly braids Meri or Annie's hair. Though he'll also braid Able's hair too

- his undercut was done by Abel and Cain was the one who cut Able's hair a bit more shorter

- He loves sewing, knitting and doing embroidery

- Very good at archery, thanks to being taught by some of the MTFs

- Has gotten good at doing hair over the years, to the point that the researchers and MTFs sometimes go to him for haircuts and styling

- Dimples

Able:

- at 6'5, he's obviously taller than Cain and tried to use that to his advantage while the two wrestle. Though Cain ends up winning mostly.

- Able actually fell asleep while waiting for Cain to finish cutting his hair

- Able's hair is long and curly. It used to end at his knees but now it ends this lower back(so basically, Cain literally cut off half of Able's Hair). Also since its a bit thick, it is easier to comb when wetted.

- Able sometimes asks Iris to do his eyeliner. Though it's only when he knows that he isn't going on a mission

- Electric guitar expert here. He learned it all thanks to Dr Kondraki. Able with also play if asked to though mostly he plays it when alone or bored

- Cain's singing helps to lull him to sleep or calm him down.

- Able let's Cain play with his hair if Cain is starting to get nervous. He also brings stuff for Cain to chew on because he's worried Cain may starting biting himself when stressed or nervous because even though Cain can't harm himself, it's better to be prepared (Able's a worrier too)

- He is immune to the cold. Though he also has the ability to raise and lower his body heat too which makes it nice to cuddle him

- sharp teeth just like Cain

- it may not seem like it, but he really loves cats, which is why he's become quite attached to Josie. He makes cat toys with Cain and also loves watching cat videos with Josie, finding it entertaining from her trying to somewhat reach through the screen

- Both Able and Cain have indestructible phones. I think you know why.

- Able has a few hoodies that have cute cats on them that Iris bought for him. One of cain's 'comfort' hoodies actually has a picture of a cat showing off its toe beans(aka the toes lol)

- Able is also quite a softy with butterflies, also because of Kondraki but Cain too. Able will literally take care of any butterfly cocoon(s) he is given, since he has a wide knowledge of different types of butterflies now. Though he one time tackled a D-Class member because they tried to mess with the cocoons. Just know that you have to ask Able before you can go near them, and Able also has to watch to make sure you don't cause any damage. Because everyone is scared of Able being very angry, they respect these rules. Though some newbies might try and fail to mess around with Able

- He tends to carry Cain alot whenever he is visiting site 17, or when Cain is visiting site 25b(that doesn't happen much though). Cain doesn't mind it so he'll accept any piggy back rides from Able. Though Able will sometimes mess with Cain by leaning back or running at full speed. Even though Cain appears to not like that, he said it's more of a laugh, though still worries that Able could accidentally drop him

- Able has books about butterflies, dinosaurs, elephants(his favorite large animal) and on the history of electric guitars and rock music

- Able also learned how to play a regular guitar from Kondraki as well, and Clef taught him the ukulele when Clef visits with Kondraki. Able more uses the guitar to play around Cain when Cain is stressed or nervous, or even recovering from a panic attack/anxiety attack. Cain does enjoy it and will also request songs that he likes, though tries not to have them be complicated, or just make up a random song with Able and sing along with him

- Able has met Annie, and he seems to adore her, protecting her if Cain is busy and playing with her, as well as calming her nerves during interviews and some tests

- oh you wouldn't believe how much Able freaked out when Annie called him Dad on accident. But Able doesn't mind it so Annie keeps calling him that. It just melts everyone's hearts, as well as Able's

- Able one time found a box of abandoned kittens when heading back to site 17 with Iris after shopping(cause he can at least go out despite needing to be tracked by the facility just in case). He raised the kittens with help from Cain and other staff and made sure the kittens got good homes, and Annie actually ended up getting one of them too. Annie named the kitten Belle

- Able tends to write alot, though it's mostly in modern Sumerian, so he'll have to translate it or Cain will do it. The stories are actually stories he wrote for Annie to read, though of course he has to translate them to an English version for her to understand them

- Able learned how to draw thanks to Cain, and mostly likes to draw butterflies and Cats, which are his favorite insect and favorite small animal.

- If someone(that he knows) falls asleep on him, he's gonna stay still like a statue

- He and Annie watch Belle and Josie play together(so precious ;w;)

- He has alot of recorded videos and pictures of Josie on his phone

- He has Cain help him with training and stuff, though he can't be too excessive with it because of Cain's damage resistance.

- Able mostly has his hair down, but will tie it back whenever he needs to.

- Able finds it entertaining when Josie or Belle try too play with his hair

- you know for a fact that he carries Josie in his hoodie. Josie seems to enjoy it quite alot

- Able likes to cook and bake with Cain, though sometimes the two end up having a flour fight instead lol. At least they clean up the mess after

- Able one time helped Iris Dye her hair dark blue

- Since he's resistant to the cold it also helps him to never get sick

- He does sing, but not very much

- Able owns atleast 3 cropped hoodies

- He once dared Cain to wear a long skirt for the day and Cain actually enjoyed it

- Able has tried a corset once, and let's just say he's never doing that again

- one day during a containment breach, Able immediately threw Cain over his shoulder and ran full force up the stairs to get to Annie and Josie

- yes, he's worn heels before. Yes he looked very good in them. No, he doesn't plan on doing it again cause of foot cramps

- Able actually is used in order to test how strong containment doors are by using models of the doors out of the same material the originals are made of

- He made tiny models of fireflies out of clay, paint and glow in the dark paint for Cain( Cain loves fireflies)

- He and Cain are part of the 'Blanket Cult' (where the members wrap blankets around themselves and talk about what's on their mind or simply just chill). Annie and iris are part of it too as well as a few researchers ^^

- Able has also bought alot of blankets to make a pillow fort with Cain. Cain keeps the blankets when Able is away while Able keeps one of those at 25b

- Able is NOT going to take a sewing class no matter how much you ask him to(that includes Cain). HES. NOT. INTERESTED. IN. IT.

- Able does get emotional at times. When he does, he usually goes to Cain about it unless Cain isn't there at the time. Then Iris will visit Able to help him calm down. It's only been Cain and Iris who has seen him cry

- if someone even TRIES to hurt his friends he will get protective

- never mess with Able's friends and family unless you never want to see the sun again

- Able has hair clips but barely wears them

- the one time he cried in front of a few other people was during mission. The chaos insurgency attacked site 17 and Iris, who had to stay behind since she got sick, was badly injured but thankfully still alive. That didn't stop Able from having a complete breakdown though

- the staff had to even cross test 999 with Able in order to help cheer him up. It did work but after that he didn't leave Iris's side. If she's sick or in this case, injured, he's calling off the mission to take care of her.

- Able has two fears. One is the gate guardian(obviously) but the other is that he's afraid of his friends dying a brutal death. Since he knows that alot more of them are mortal, he wants to make sure their death is as peaceful as it can be. Cain has a fear that's the same as this one

- NEVER. STEAL. HIS. GUITARS. HE CAN AND WILL HUNT YOU DOWN

- He has drumsticks to fiddle with when he's waiting to arrive at Site 17, waiting for Cain to arrive or waiting for Cain to finish doing any testing and stuff

- Able actually gets quite excited it if you ask him to show his drawings. Obviously they aren't perfect, but he's atleast able to draw parts in the right places. Though he still needs to practice symmetry

- Playing with his hair calms him down, same for Cain. Though only people that the two know further than a first name basis can do it

- don't even think about fighting him. You're gonna lose

- He's AroAce but is still openly supportive of anyone who isn't straight or doesn't identify as a biological gender, plus he'll use whatever pronouns you're comfortable with. Cain is the same way(also Cain is MLM/Gay. No, he isn't sure who has got a crush on yet).

- Able and Cain both openly go by He/They/It, though the two are thinking of maybe creating neopronouns to use. Neither of them have decided yet, but just give it time and they'll figure it out

- Able actually has a AroAce pride flag and always brings it with himself when visiting. He hangs it next to Cain's MLM pride flag that's on one of the doors of his closet. Able puts his on the other door

- you can bet that Able has some leather clothing. That includes fingerless gloves, jackets, pants and shoes.

- unless you are Cain, Iris, Josie, Belle or Annie, please ask before you play with his hair. And please respect it when he says no

- his tracker can now be on his wrist since he isn't trying to kill everyone any more

- ABLE I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DON'T GET DOWN FROM THE VENTS I'M SENDING IN THE MTFS

[stxneflxwers]

avolition.

⋯⁂ summary. suffering from a particular problem, some days you just couldn't care less what goes on—surrendering to your mind's desire for peace.

⋯⁂ a/n. short and sweet post here; so im not really worried about small grammar errors, word count, formatting, or what have you. i've been struggling with avolition lately (in which i mean my ass is getting OBLITERATED.) and if u need more info on what avolition is, i can give a VERY quick rundown: "Avolition is a total lack of motivation that makes it hard to get anything done. You can't start or finish even simple, everyday tasks."

⋯⁂ characters. neuvillette. gn reader.

⋯⁂ cw. reader suffers from a disorder that has avolition (lack of motivation.) reader is going to display a lot of apathy toward life. neuvi biggest sweetheart ever, even when he's away. hurt/comfort.

neuvillette.

life isn't so easy, everyone knows this. but some days are even harder than others, to the point they pass slowly and painfully. and lately, it's felt like forever since you've managed to get through a day without too much struggle.

neuvillette quickly realizes this.

he's also doing his best to support you, even while away from home. he'll send a melusine or two to go periodically check up on you. he knows you'll forget to eat and drink otherwise.

what he didn't expect is the day when he returned from his office around dinner time, much earlier than usual.

all of the lights in the home were off, much to his surprise. usually you'd leave a light on, should have you been up and about. he hadn't sent a melusine today to check up on you around lunchtime since you told him you were feeling fine.

it finally dawns on him that what you said was possibly a lie. or maybe misguided hope? he's not really sure which it is. and to be frank, he doesn't even care which it was at the moment.

he quickly puts his things away and takes his coat off, almost haphazardly dropping it to the floor instead of hanging it up on the coat rack. his hands tremble and so do his breaths, but he does his best to remain as calm as a stormless day. even when it starts raining outside from his uptick in stress alone.

he takes big yet quiet strides to the bedroom, where he finds you still in bed—staring off into space.

he sighs in relief when he notices your steady but shallow breathing causing your body to rise and fall. why he assumed the worst is beyond him, he simply did without a second thought.

when you seemingly don't notice him, his brows furrow and his frown tightens. he's not too sure what to do or what to say. and yet again, without a second thought, he approaches you,

"my dear?" he mutters, voice on the verge of shattering under the weight of seeing you so helpless.

you don't respond. totally nonverbal.

but, at least, you glance at him—even though your eyes are lightless, he's so happy to have you acknowledge him in this moment. he smiles a little from it as he slips his arms around you, cradling you carefully. he rests his head against the flat of your chest, letting out a long sigh.

"oh, how you worry me..." he mumbles, almost sleepily, "i love you very much. but i do understand that today is harder for you. therefore, i will not scold you. nor would i at any other point." he reassures, his voice soft and sweet as one of fontaine's infamous cakes.

your lips twitch a little, threatening to break out into a smile. even your eyes soften, laden with relief. heart filling with love, you begin to feel a little bit more rejuvenated,

"i...love you too..."

[ateez-himari]

Hi bb!!! I missed you so much :(((( I've been busy with exams so I haven't been active alot, I just hop in every once in a while to check if you posted anything💓

How have you been? I hope work and uni aren't too tiring

I had some questionssss as usualll

First question is kinda emotional cause i did cry over this, what was hima's reaction of yeontan's passing I honestly love yeontan so much and the bond he had with tae was literally so cute, I hope tae's coping well it's not easy to lose a beloved pet

How does mingi's relationship smell like, I really hope this makes sense or else I'd sound stupid

Now after mingri went public are there any couple choreography that was originally with san that became with mingi?

You know when hongjoong is spitting bars and jongho be hitting his amazing highnotes? I was wondering if it's the same thing for mimi

Are there any companies that hima regularly produces for? Not signed under jusr regualr clients

Can we get some mimi and mr and mrs song interactions I love their bond they're so cute🤭😭

That's it bb have a great day/night keep yourself warm, ily💓💓💓

Also saw these and Immediately thought of hima in the ephemeral collection

Hi sweet!! I missed you too, I was wondering where you went 🥺 (I figured you had your own stuff going on). I've been extremely busy with work and exams (I had 2 so far and 3 more to go!) but I'm also working on a side project for Hima (you won't expect a certain part of this trust me hehe). I'll give you a hint because I'm so excited; It involves someone she's never been seen interacting with, all they have in common is knowing a specific someone

• Hima often brings the group's pets over to her dorm when she has some rest days and basically helped raise Yeontan & Bam so when Taehyung first delivered her the news (in person) it didn't register in her mind. Yeontan had severe health issues so she figured it was going to happen, but it didn't make it easier on her. Since the grief from the accident quite literally destroyed her (as she didn't know how to deal with it) she's trying to see the bright side of it; even though he had health problems he still stayed alive for 7 years and brought light into their lives. She did put all the pictures with him in a separate locked folder for now to help with the grieving process

We literally watched Yeontan and Taehyung grow alongside each other, he was even the first dog idol ever! Hopefully he's getting the time and space he needs to grieve on his own terms

• Their relationship smells like an early spring morning after light rain fell during the night, no humidity, low heat, with the slightest warm breeze. There's hints of freshly bloomed flowers and small notes of cotton perfume

• They didn't make any changes to the pre-existing choreographies or units since some things are rooted in lore (i.e. nyang-teez partner work), but they've been creating more interactions between the couple! (So the next comebacks will have a lot more MinAri choreography hehe)

• It is! At times she's harmonizing with Jongho but there's also many instances where she hits high notes while Mingi is rapping (due to the contrast in their voices). There was only one song where she did the background vocals completely by herself (Halazia) while performing

• Most artists who she produces for come to her on their own (since they're mainly soloists) but the few companies who can be considered regular clients are H1GHR MUSIC, KOZ Entertainment and HYBE Corporation. Her current contracts are with KQ ENTERTAINMENT, RCA Records and Taemin (not BPM Ent.)

• I'll try to write some when I get the time! I'll give you a little now though hehe; When they visited his parents on their time off, the two were bickering in the kitchen about the best way to cook fish - which the mom heard once she came back with groceries - and she immediately defended her future daughter in law. She scolded her son about listening to the woman of the house and when he complained to his dad, he simply shrugged and praised the young woman's cooking, saying (jokingly) that he would adopt her to be his own daughter if Mingi wasn't dating her

• These designs are so pretty! They would fit right into the collection too. I kind of imagined the clothes to be really flowy to replicate the way a butterfly flaps its wings but the jewelry to be really fragile looking (kind of like glass) to represent the Ephemeral nature of them. That top is so beautiful though wow-

I hope you're taking good care of yourself and get some rest between your exams 😘 Don't overwork yourself and remember to take breaks! As usual thank you so much for your questions Mina, love you!!! 🩷🩷

[dreammfires]

HAROLD A SPENCER CHAPTER 2

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PART 1

Harold = Willfred and Hayden's ancestor from centuries before the main BMP storylines. He is the first King of the Philip Kingdom.

Finally this is done. I had to play his route twice cause I didn't understand something in this Chapter and the Special Story.

I have a relative irl named Harold who is a massive simp so everytime I keep thinking of him and how embarassing he is when translating this. 💀

If there are mistakes please let me know.

MC: *Wow he looks like a fairytale prince.*

He is wearing light clothing but you can see that it is of high quality. Given the beauty of the coat of the white horse he is riding it is clear he is someone high ranking.

Male: Hey woman!

MC is so mesmerised by him that she doesn't reply. With nobles you have to be careful with your words and your etiquette so she straightens up and makes eye contact with the man on the horse.

MC: I don't mean to be rude. May I kindly ask for your permission to inquire something first?”

Male: What?

MC: Excuse me may I ask who are you?

Male: What?!

The man's eyes widened in shock.

Male: You don't know me?

MC:.....no

This is a bad idea. Maybe he is really famous?

MC: I apologize for being naive. I'm not very knowledgeable about the world.

The man mutters something above her head.

Male: Well you're a rare one.

MC: ….yes?

Male: Nothing. What are you doing here?

He doesn't answer her question.

MC: I'm picking these..

MC is nervous and hesitant but she regains her composure, opens her baskets overflowing with plants and flowers and shows it to him.

MC: I was taking what I needed for work.

Male: I see. It's food for livestock.

MC:.....

MC:*I mean a lot of these can be used at dinner time but it's best to leave it as it is.*

MC: *Men in this world do not approve of women going to work and this attitude is much more prevalent with nobles and aristocrats like this man. This Is from my own experience. The adults around me and patients at the clinic have said the same thing.*

MC: Yes. That's right.

She was happy to deny it and let the man think she's getting food for her animals when his horse begins scratching the ground in front of them.

Darius had once told her that means that the horses want something.

Male: Water?

MC: Water?

Male: Yes. Do you know of any water sources nearby?

MC leads the man to a nearby lake.

Male: Sorry for troubling you. Thank you for helping me.

MC: No problem.

The man after leading his horse to water returns to MC with a relieved look on his face. His eyes are so beautiful she is drawn in.

MC: I am glad I could help well then..

Male: I went out for a ride to relax but the geography around here is complicated.

He cuts her off as she is about to say goodbye to him, now she doesn't have the heart to leave him. She resigns herself to sitting on the grass a small distance away from the man.

Male: How is your income lately?

MC: Income…my income is decent.

Male: That's good, the rains we hoped for didn't come so it must have been tough for you.

MC: Y..yes we need the rains for crops to grow.

MC: *ugh if we keep talking about farming it is going to be tough*

Even though she is panicking on the inside, she endures the situation with a safe answer as if her prayers are heard, a moment of silence comes. The man mutters to himself softly.

Male: It's just like me.

What does that mean?

He lowers his long eyelashes to the ground and looks at the flowers. The pale blue flower spikes stand up straight and sway gracefully in the breeze, neither resisting nor giving in to the wind.

MC: Is something bothering you?

The man who is taken aback by her words goes quiet. She feels sorry for him.

MC: *I can't leave him hanging.*

MC: I am sorry if I seem nosy but I think you will feel better if you let everything out. Most likely I'll never see you again so it's fine.

Male: Is that so?

After a moment of hesitation he casts his gaze onto the lake and begins to speak quietly.

Male: I respected my father and helped him with his work for years but my father passed away and all of a sudden I had to assume his duties. It made me realize how unprepared and immature I am. I am always being called upon to make big decisions at critical times. It's a constant struggle.

MC: *ah he has also lost his father*

Their social classes are different but their situations are almost the same. She feels a sense of closeness with him.

MC: I lost my parents at a young age too.

Male: ???

MC: Their teachings or rather their will is all I have left of them. The more sadness you feel the more happiness slips away. On the other hand if you always stay positive and smile good fortune will come to you from unexpected places so even now I try to do that.

Male:....MC: Of course it doesn't solve everything, there are times where I am lost but when I do that somehow someone always lends a hand. I feel like there's a lot we can overcome when we do that.

Images of Uncle La Salle and Darius come to mind and she smiles.

MC: You were entrusted with your father’s work so that means he had high expectations of you right? If that's the case you should be confident and positive too.

He stares at her in shock when she's finished speaking. Then the man bursts out laughing as if not expecting her to say something like that.

Male: Hahaha

MC is confused by his sudden smile more than his laughter till now she never had the impression that he was easygoing or would laugh among strangers.

MC: *He looks younger than he really is when he smiles. Who wouldn't want to help him when they see his smile.*

Male: You're a strong woman.

MC: Strong? I guess so.

She has no idea if he means it as a compliment but he looks more calm and refreshed than when they first met.

MC: *I hope I was able to help even a little.*

Male: The sun is almost gone now.He stands up brushing the grass off of his clothes.

MC: It has! I need to get home soon!She frantically tries to stand up as if it is the most natural thing in the world, the man holds out his strong hand to her.

Male: It's almost night time, I'll take you home. Show me the way.

MC notices something on his hand.

MC: This wound…

Male: …..*surprised sprite*

On the back of his hand is a large laceration. Mc examines it. She realizes that the man isn't well and he has a fever.

MC: You need proper treatment!

Male: No need.

MC: !

He shakes his hand off away from her and his expression returns to his stubborn one.He turns his back to her and walks briskly to his horse.

MC: *I thought we were getting to know each other better but more importantly..*

MC: No! If you leave it alone it will get worse!

She chases after the man.

Male: A wound this size will heal if I pour alcohol on it.

MC:...Wha

MC: That is unsanitary!

Male: Oh stop bothering me! If I don't want to be treated, I DON'T WANT TO BE TREATED.

MC: Can you please just….kyaah!

Suddenly she is lifted up by the man. MC protects the basket of herbs as she goes up. The man places her on the horse’s back. She is amazed at how easily he placed her there.

MC: What are you doing?

Male: I told you I was taking you home. Didn't you hear me?

The man straddles his horse with her infront of him. He effortlessly turns his horse, travelling back the way he came at a speed she can only imagine.

MC: *This is scary! This position makes me feel as if I am being hugged from behind.*

MC: Put me down!

Male: Be quiet unless you want to get thrown off.

Once they descend the mountain and reach flat ground... in fact, once on flat ground the horse gallops down the road even faster. MC is making noises because of the speed.

Male: What a really unattractive voice you have. Hold on! If we go at leisurely speed the sun will be set before you know it.

MC: Even so…

Male: That's it!

Even though he's being reasonable, the man seems to be having fun much to her chagrin. The horse gallops faster and faster, MC has to hold on for dear life to its back.

He may be a nice guy but this is just mean, she thinks.

A while later they're in town as darkness has set in.

MC: *I thought I was going to die.*

Male: Are you sure you want to be left here?

MC: Yes. Thank you.

Pale faced as the man helps her off of the horse, a stone’s throw away from her home, MC thanks him.

Male: I apologise for going fast and scaring you but even if you don't have parents, there must still be people who are worried about when you'll come home.

She stared at him and sees a kind look in his eyes. MC is dumbfounded but she can't look away.

Male: You helped me today. Thanks to you I feel better.

With that he melts into the night with a quick flick of the reins, in the darkness she can still hear the sound of hooves being carried on the wind before they fade away.

MC: There must be people worried about you as well even if you do not have parents someone must care about you too...

MC: *No matter what he's a good person at heart*

Her heart feels warm and she heads home.

__________

La Salle and Darius are pissed. MC knew it would turn out like this. They returned home from their house calls and were worried when she didn't come home.

MC: I am sorry. It was a complete oversight and stayed out longer than I wanted.

She bows to them both.

Darius: I expected better from you.

MC: Look on the brightside I picked things I can cook for dinner. I'll start preparing them right away.

Smiling, she walks past them both into the kitchen.

Uncle La Salle: As long as you are safe that is fine.

MC: I am so sorry.

Darius:.....

If she tells them that she was with a stranger they would worry even more. That's why she asked the man to drop her off a short distance from her house.

MC: *I wonder if he got home safely. I should have asked his name.*

She remembers the gentle expression on his face when they parted.

__

The next day the clinic is closed because of the holiday. MC is taking stock and making medicine.

Uncle La Salle asks her for chest pain medicine.

MC: Okay!

The reason why they're so busy is because a messenger from a neighbouring town came to their house. Their only doctor, an acquaintance of La Salle's, has collapsed and is bedridden. Uncle La Salle is going to that town to care for him and the townsfolk. MC and Darius will run the clinic together in his absence. Their mentor is a kind hearted man who often takes trips to help others so this isn't a first for them.They see Uncle La Salle. off and MC is glad she picked the herbs yesterday.

She has a late breakfast with Darius, tells him she's happy that today is a holiday and goes about cleaning the medical equipment.

Darius: Why did you really take so long yesterday?

The question comes out of nowhere and she is at a loss for words.

MC: I told you. I was also looking for plants to cook so it took a while.

Darius: That's a lie.

MC: That's not a lie.

Darius: I understand, sis.

Darius resorts to calling her sister which she has a weakness for.

MC: What do you mean “You understand?'

Darius: If I told you how else would I catch your lies?

MC is defeated.

MC: When I was up on the mountain, I met a man of noble rank who asked me to guide him to a water source for his horse so I did.

Darius’s face darkens.

Darius: A man of noble rank?

MC: Yes and that's it. We didn't reveal each other's identities so I don't know who he is and he doesn't know me either.

Darius: Really? Did they say anything mean to you? Did they do anything to you?

And this is why she didn't want to tell him anything. Darius’ anxiety is intense, maybe as he knows her true origins as the daughter of a Lord or daughter of an aristocrat if she wants to be up to date.

MC: *Well they ended up in ruin so my parents would be known as former nobles.*

MC: No, he did nothing of the sort. If anything he is a wonderful person. He wasn't arrogant, in fact he wanted to understand the life of ordinary people like us.

Now that she thinks about it he did seem different from the other high ranking people around town.

Darius: Still. Don't get too involved.

MC: Of course.

MC: *I told you the truth, why are you still sour?*

She is curious about Darius being grumpy when there is a knock at the front door.

MC: Huh? We're closed, it must be an emergency.

Darius: I'll answer the door!

Darius unlocks the door and standing there is a well dressed young man.

[halaboyz]

still of serendipity, yunho

ateez bf (ex)! yunho x gn! reader angst angst angst angst ; break-up fic! wc: 1.1k warnings: idk what i should put it as but reader starts to list things that can be considered as self-hate(?); swearing a/n: jeong yunho is just the PERFECT character for playing angst and the way he holds always holds a spot whenever i think of angst is ... this is light angst though! at least for me ^^

It was way past afternoon, yet sometime before night. It was neither dusk or night, you didn't know— with the way the dark clouds uniformly enclosed the bright blue sky maybe minutes ago, dropping hundreds and thousands and millions of rain that formed a rather calming sound in the background.

What you knew though, was that you were still sitting in silence as you stare out the window, hearing yet another sigh coming out of the man's lips in front of you.

"y/n," He calls out, and you look down to heave a breath to hold your tears.

"Yunho, the rain's pretty."

"We've been dragging this out by so long already, y/n. Don't you think it's already time?" Yunho whispers, ever so softly. He scoots closer to you to lean his elbows on the table.

You look at him emotionlessly, yet pleadingly. You were one to expect this was already to come, yet it still hits you like a truck.

"Yunho... I really can't do this right now." It was true. You have a lot on your plate; your job currently thinking whether resigning with you is a good idea or terminating your contract with how you were so idea-less these past few months, your family borderline cutting all connections with each other, friends unable to be contacted— Yunho was the only one you're now holding onto. "I really, really can't. Can't we... wait this out? I really really need you by my side right now and I... can't."

"Do you just need me, y/n?" Yunho stares at you hopelessly, the rhetorical question wanting to be said out loud for weeks already.

It makes you silent, though. Did you really just need him? Did you make him feel like that, that you only needed him? Did it seem like that?

Because you knew for sure you'd travel space and back to prove your love for this man.

So when he asked that, made it seem like you only used him for your benefit— or whatever he meant, that's how you understood it anyway, no point in arguing on an ending fight— you knew it was really a waste of more energy to try and prove something to him.

"If it seemed like that to you, take it like that." The disappointment was still evident in your voice, laced with anything the like of a venom that slowly killed the both of you.

"You know what I mean, y/n. You know how much I love you, and I still do. But... things are just not going too well that even love can't make me stay. I'm not the problem, you're not the prob—,"

"Stop telling me that there's no problem with me, Yunho. I need you to fucking say anything to make me please, fucking hate you." You finally sob, looking around the cafe with no other customers but the both of you, and the barista standing awkwardly behind the cashier, feigning ignorance.

You couldn't care less, though. You messily wipe your tears away but you sob yet again. It just keeps coming. When you said arguing was a waste of energy, crying isn't, that's certain.

"y/n."

"No, Yunho. I need you to spit out every fucking insult you could. Am I fat? Am I too ugly? Short? Do I not have dreams? Passions? Hobbies that don't align with yours? Boastful? Hard-headed? A pain in your fucking ass? Do tell, Yunho. 'Cause I'm about to lose my mind."

"Y/n..."

"I need any! Any fucking reason why you're breaking up with me and giving up on me, Yunho. I'd take on anything you're going to say and believe it and go on with my fucked up life because if not, Yunho..." You sigh, all the emotions mixing as you burst out crying. If it weren't for the raindrops in the background, and the low volume of jazz playing against the four walls of the cafe, you would've been all over the place to prove Yunho a point. "Even if my life turns upside down and you have shitty timing trying to break up with me, Yunho, I'd wait. If you don't say anything right now, I'd wait until the world fucking blows up."

Yunho only looks at you with so much he can give— guilt, a hint of regret, and a lot of sympathy you didn't need.

What you needed was him, his presence, even if he only stood still beside you all throughout, you knew you'd cope.

He was your lifeline, after all.

"Because I love you like that, Yunho. I don't know about you but I know myself and what I gave and what more I can give. So for you to give up on me just because I'm a fucking mess right now and I don't know about you is... shit."

Yunho stays like that, staring at you. Without an ounce of hope for the both of you, obviously.

Eyes of the one who had already long given up on the both of you. Eyes of the one who held nothing of love toward the lady wo cried a river in front of him, who begged him to stay during the lowest part of her life.

"I'm sorry, y/n." Yet he can't bear to hurt you more than you were already hurting. Even if he says every single insult in his vocabulary, he knows you know he wouldn't mean it. He knows that you know he just, as it is, purely, gave up on the both of you because it wasn't working at all between the both of you, right now, an untimely case.

He stands up unhesitatingly, leaving you an umbrella at the side of the table. He mumbles another apology as he takes a step back from your crying figure, finally accepting your fate as you stare out the window rather than seeing him off.

"I wish you well, y/n. I really do. I'm sorry that I can't be... the one." Yunho is a fucking coward. He just is— as he turns his back towards you, with tears finally, without a shame, pour out of his eyes. He can't let you see that side of him as he scurries out of the cafe, to his car in front of the window you longingly stared at.

When he looks back, you were sobbing your life out covered in your hands, and that's when the excruciating pain hit him. He had to clutch his chest to try and lessen the pain.

The pain he had caused. All he wanted to do was run back and engulf you in his arms, but... here we are. The cowardly Jeong Yunho.

Because he left, after all.

[eri-pl]

Silm reread 20: the Rains of Casaremírë (AKA: the Fall of Doriath)

Morgoth is not tired being evil. Or satisfied. Generally he won't chill out. Also, he hates Melian&Thingol especially (but this text is from the Grey Annals. the Annals of Aman put Turgon as "Morgoth's main problem"). So, he directs Húrin at them.

Hurin is suspicious of being freed (good thinking!), but what can he do? Nothing. He leaves. Also, he is let out with a sword, which is… making sure that nobody will trust him and everyone will assume he is a thrall. Also, Morgoth's minions respect him.

[Ugh, this must have been really weird for Húrin. The self-doubt. Am I a thrall unknowingly?]

He is not, but he is followed. So, Gondolin. Turgon is doubtful at Thorondor. He changes his mind but too late, Húrin leaves. Oh, and he curses this area. (Yes, I will bold each time someone curses)

Morwen dies, depression and despair, he blames everyone.

A reference to a "seer and harper from Brethil". So, Men do have seers. I mean, I knew they do because Adanel iirc… but this wasn't fully canon… also that one prophecy is stupid and I will keep complaining about it…

Also, a mention of "the days of the wrath of the Valar" reshaping the shores, so the War of Wrath was named after the Valar's wrath? Who weren't even there personally? Huh.

Húrin kills Mîm, at the gate of Nargothrond. Interesting. Also, it is said that it's public knowledge who betrayed Túrin, so — oh wait. No. He knows that from Morgoth, not from gossip. OK. So I still have no idea whether Túrin knew.

Thingollo is polite and respectful, but Húrin offends him and accuses him of causing Finrod's death (he's not completely wrong) and of mistreating his wife and daughter + throws at him the Casarem��rë (Nauglamir).

Thingollo is still polite and takes the offense calmly and kindly. <3

Melian dispells Morgoth's magic on Húrin, and he apologizes.

And gives the necklace to Thingollo anyway. Which ends up being a bad idea. Also, it wasn't his to give. the dragon stole it from Orodreth, Mîm stole it again, and Húrin, whose son had owed money to Mîm (because of his promise of weregild. And yes, I think this makes it … not more evil as a choice, because Húrin did not know, but more impactful, more problematic metaphysically) killed Mîm and stole it again.

And Thingollo (who knew Finrod and tbh should feel a little guilty about his death) instead of starting to think "hmm, who should inherit after Finrod now?" takes it. Which may be a culture thing tbh. It is medieval-ish-something world. You don't disrespect gifts by giving them away, you just take them. Maybe. I'm not an expert.

Still, he could have at least talked to Húrin about "you know, Finrod's family…". BTW is there any left? Orodreth dead, Finduilas dead…. Gil-Galad if he is Orodreth's son. Galadriel! OK, so there was someone.

Húrin allegedly maybe threw himself in the sea. Anyway he is out of our scope, one way or another.

So… It comes into Thingollo's mind to join two problematic pieces of treasure (a dragon-tainted, stolen necklace and a Silmaril) into one. Also, the Silmaril grows precious to him—

OK, sidenote. The Silmarils are not evil, but clearly they are too much for almost everyone. People either grow obsessed or die quickly. But not all people. Earendil surely didn't. I guess it depends on personality (the obsession) and on fate-type (the dying).

So, he can not keep it in the deepest part of his treasury anymore— wait, what? You kept the gem in a cage too? Silmarils need proper enviroment, they need light and space and enrichment! Thingollo, you are as bad as a Silmaril owner as Feanáro!

OK, I already made a post on this.

The Dwarves. They too get super obsessed and want the stuff: both the necklace made by their ancestors and the Silmaril. But they keep it in secret.

They finish their work, it's beautiful, another sort-of-confirmation that the Silmaril's own light is white (it reflecting in gems into various colors make it even more beautiful. So. It doesn't have many colors on its own.)

The Dwarves finally talk to Thingol, but not honestly, he realizes that they want the gem, gets overwhelmed by emotions (I imagine Thingol having a switch in his brain: "be polite to Men" <-> "be polite to Dwarves" but he can't do both for some reason and switching it takes a long time) and he mocks them. He provokes them, they are greedy, everyone is emotionally disregulated and should go have some quiet time, they kill him and escape with the treasure.

We get an epitaph for Thingollo, canon confirmation that marrying Maiar is not a thing (except Thingol) and the last thing he looks at before death is the Silmaril.

I have a feeling that Námo will have some words to tell you, my guy. Not as many as to others, but still. Not great.

Anyway, Elves chase the Dwarves and kill most of them, the Dwarves tell a not-entirely-false-but-not-too-true-either story of what happenned to their kinsmen, they go to war.

Melian meditates, we get a flashback. She knows Doriath will soon fall, because the Girdle is now gone, because… ok, let's start this from the beginning.

So this is really cool but also pretty unique in terms of fantasy tropes. When Melian married Thingol, she accepted... ok, I need this in English.

For Melian was of the divine race of the Valar, [...] for love of Elwë Singollo she took upon herself the form of the Elder Children of Ilúvatar, and in that union she became bound by the chain and trammels of the flesh of Arda.

So the marriage is what's tying her to her material form (she had taken it at will back then but now, with Valinor being closed and all that I feeel like she normaly wouldn't be able to do it in ME, she was only able to be there embodied because the marriage to Thingol sort of anchored her)

In that form she bore to him Lúthien Tinúviel; and in that form she gained a power over the substance of Arda, and by the Girdle of Melian was Doriath defended through long ages from the evils without. But now Thingol lay dead, and his spirit had passed to the halls of Mandos; and with his death a change came also upon Melian.

So. Only the fact of being anchored to matter gave her the ability to keep the Girdle up. I know some Maiar can do things with matter anyway, but as I said, I suppose it's either a) because they're evil and/or b) because a Vala let them do it … in general, they are bound by something. And regardless of how the other Maiar do it, Melian lost the ability to keep the Girdle.

Thus it came to pass that her power was withdrawn in that time from the forests of Neldoreth and Region, and Esgalduin the enchanted river spoke with a different voice, and Doriath lay open to its enemies.

[Thank you, Reddit, for having all the quotes I need!]

Again, the "it came to pass" strongly suggests to me that it's not something she did, it's something that happenned to her as part of her nature.

Also, she removes herself, and goes to mourn in Lorien and is out of the story. (I'm sure they get back togetherwhen Thingol was reembodied — and that he was— and no matter how the canon feels about this I want them to have more children, who just live in Valinor in this slightly odd social position of "not a Maia but not fully not-a-Maia" and genrally have some happiness and low-stakes family drama)

The Dwarves invade, all Doriath is confused, Mablung dies protecting the Silmaril (still, he seems quite normal about it for someone who touched it twice).

Also "it's the saddest of all sad events of the Old Days" — seriously, Grey Annals? Again, for AoA it would be Tears Unnumbered. I should enjoy the diversity of opinions in the text. But I don't. It sounds like the authors are arguing with each other.

Dior and Nimloth mentioned, but that's all. On one hand, we were told that B&L never spoke to the living after their reembodiment. On the other, they do have a son and, it seems, a company. Who raised Dior? Like, who spoke with him?

Is it silent spooky B&L surrounded by a company of Elves who behave normally? Or do they live separately, in a distance and gave dior to be taught bu the Elves who live on this island, but separately from them? I can't imagine it.

Or is the "spoke to no one" thing just poetic exageration?

Hmm.. in chapter 20 only Beren is mentioned and it says "no mortal spoke to him" which may mean just Men. I'm not sure. Anyway this is weird and seems somwhat incoherent.

Anyway, the news spread quickly in the forest (how? Mycoryzal networks?) so Beren learns more or less what happenned and he and Dior go to the rescue (such is the wording in my book. So I guess they assumed there Dwarves were still attacking someone or intending to. Makes sense.) A big group of Green Elves joins them.

They ambush the Dwarves (Huh. Ambush. When Nargothrond did it, it was dishonorable... Huh. I think there is a lot in this story remaining from the older versions, back when the Dwarves were evil, or at least evil-ish and not deserving the full human Eruhini rights. Because technically they are not. Anyway. I do not like the inconsistent attitude about ambushes.) Also, the Ents help them. So i guess it is a good fight or at least Yavanna supports it (could you, please, respect your husband's children a bit more?), or at least the trees think Beren is cool.

This is weird. And seems off. And I will assume it is a part of text that Tolkien didn't fully update to the last version of his lore.

Beren killd Dwarf king (chieftain? whatever we call him), the king curses the whole Doriath treasure.

Aaaaand Beren looks at Feanor's gem with fascination. Here we go again. And washes it clean of blood in the river. (I considered adding a RoP gif here but let's not slabder Beren. still, bad vibe.)

At least he's got enough common sense to drown the rest of the treasure. But not this one. (A pity. Feanorians would fish it out, Deagol&Smeagol-style and be happy. Or something.)

He brings the Casaremírë+Silmaril to Lúthien, and she's so pretty in it. And amazing. And the land is fertile and full of light and looks like Valinor.

So…. why do they keep the Silmaril? For Beren, I think it's the standard "it's pretty, Luthien has suffered so much [chose mortal life and all that], she deserves it". Or maybe even "I deserve some beauty for all my pain", but i don't think he goes this low. It's just … slightly less than perfect attitude. "My loved ones deserve some beauty after all they suffered so I am going to give it to them". Also, why would he want to give it to Feanorians, who tried to kill him and threatened Thingol. (And fought a really bad battle but whatever)

No matter how much you love the Feanorians, please remember that this is a simple forest guy, ok, taught by the Sindar, but still. He probably knows nothing about the Oath, never met the Feanorians, has no idea of their mental state and their anguish, and not necessarily internalizes the whole "they are fighting Morgoth and dying on it" part.

Characters do have limited knowledge and did not read the book.

But… yes, I think him taking the jewel was not the best choice.

Lúthien? That's trickier. I think if she knew how much it means for the Feanorians, she would give it to them, because look how she told Beren to not kill Celegorm (or was that Curufin?). So either she knows that Silmaril+Feanorians = bad idea, for some reason (from Melian. Because foresight. But this would require Melian's foresight to change its opinion on the matter at some point, which we have no information about).

Maybe she just trusted that Beren knows what he's doing and didn't want to refuse his gift? And she had no idea how this looks for the Feanorians (remember, very likely nobody knows about the Oath, and it seems like the Feanorians told Thingol "it is ours" and "we will consider you our enemy" as their only reasons).

Melian advised Thingol to give the Silmaril back, but was Lúthien even present at this conversation? Or if she was, maybe her own foresight told her that this advice applied to Thingol then but not to her now?

Seriously, with how Lúthien is presented, I can't imagine her keeping the Silmaril if she believed that that Melian would advise against it or how much it means for the Feanorians. She seems to me a very compassionate person, and one who cares about her mothers opinions.

On the other hand, is Lúthien wearing the Silmaril such a bad thing? It came from Beren's not-great decision, but with how it's written, I don't think it's unilaterally bad. The Feanorians do not have a problem with it, or at least do not attack her (out of fear), the land is beautiful and sure this sounds egoistical, but maybe a brief moment of bliss was necessary? The Silmaril spent many years with Morgoth, then in Thingollo's treasury (why do they all keep them locked?!? i have thoughts about it. anyway) and is now sad. Yes, they do canonically have feelings. I don't think it's corrupted, but it is sad. Maybe it needs to recharge, before it will be able to become the star of hope.

I have no idea but I think like this year should contribute something positive. Otherwise the story feels odd and incoherent again. Or, at beast, feels like Tolkien … I'm not sure how to phrase it. Very slightly betrayed his story for a moment of nostalgia? The thing that the Valar did when they made Valinor. Settled for a known happiness of the past over … something? unknown?

OK, end of very speculatory ramblings, back to the reading.

And this is the moment when Dior decides to leave his parents. I think he wants to help the Elves in Doriath organize and rebuild. He is their king, after all. Still it's an interesting contrast: the island becomes a paradise and Dior leaves. I think it speaks well of him. He goes to work, putting duty above "mom pretty with shiny rock". And he restores Doriath successfully.

He gets the Silmaril, looks at it for a long time (unclear if this is bad looking or normal looking), mourns his parents, then puts on the necklace and becomes the most beautiful guy ever, even counting the Maiar. (dear authors of the Grey Annals, someone would lik a talk with you. He said his name is Mairon.)

Gossip starts… How is the gossip among Elves so effective and fast, with their numbers decreased by all the wars?

Anyway gossip, and the Feanorians. (+ a confirmation that no Elf would fight Lúthien). They send messangers to Dior, who does not answer. that's weird. What is his mental process at this point? Is Dior even socialized properly?

He could say "ok, but give me some time to mourn", or "no, you jerks, you attacked my parents and now dare to make demands" or many other things, but he does not answer. (Or is it: the Polish translation strikes again)

It must have been weird. Also: poor messangers. What a stressful job. :(

Instead of thinking "maybe we should wait till he grows up more" or "maybe we should talk to him in person", C&C get the bright idea of "let's kill them all as we told Thingollo we would do!"

And so they do.

And so they die.

Both sides lose (Doriath is destroyed with only a few survivors, but the Feanorians still have zero Silmarils, but now they have 3 dead brothers), so I guess Morgoth wins, but not really, because he doesn't get this Silmaril either and this will come to bite him later.

[charles-leclerc-official]

Every Grand Prix in 2024 as a Taylor Swift Song

A 24 song playlist to capture the 2024 season vibes. Each song is meant to capture something unique about each race or to convey a notable moment.

Now this is Charles and Ferrari biased, I am not giving Mclaren the happy endings here.

Bahrain: New Romantics

"We team up, then switch sides like a record changer"

"Please take my hand and // Please take me dancing, and // Please leave me stranded // It's so romantic"

Start of a new season with hopes and also old rivalries. Let's go, everyone's excited even though the race was a disaster for most teams with their cars falling apart, but baby heartbreak is the national anthem, so stay hyped!

Jeddah: Fearless

"'Cause I don't know how it gets better than this // You take my hand and drag me head first // Fearless"

Ollie did jump in that car fearlessly.

Australia: . . . Ready For It?

"So I'll take my time // Are you ready for it? // Oh, are you ready for it?"

This was the race that in hindsight was the beginning of a tone shift, Ferrari 1-2 and the whole world saw that the Red Bull car/team wasn't perfect.

And in hindsight I don't think any of us were in fact ready for it.

Suzuka: Dancing With Our Hands Tied

"I, I loved you in spite of deep fears that the world would divide us So, baby, can we dance // Oh, through an avalanche?"

Hard fought race on many sides, especially Yuki and Charles who had the defining drives this race.

China: The Way I Loved You

"Breaking down and coming undone, it's a roller coaster kind of rush"

"But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain"

Rain means we needed some rain metaphors, and also this is when we started to really see some fighting on track between the Ferraris and also between Lewis and Max and Max and Lando. A lot of clashes happened here that would foreshadow tensions later in the season.

Miami: This is Why We Can't Have Nice Things

"This is why we can't have nice things, darlin' // Because you break them, I had to take them away"

This is the song the safety car was playing when it came out where it did.

Imola: Out of The Woods

"Are we out of the woods yet? Are we in the clear yet? Are we in the clear yet, good"

A race with many questions. Max barely held on to his lead, Ferrari wasn't sure where they were with the upgrades, a lot of questions left to ask after a fairly uneventful race.

Monaco: Long Live

"Long live the walls we crashed through // How the kingdom lights shined just for me and you // I was screaming, 'Long live all the magic we made'"

Really no other song can come close to capturing the Monaco win.

Canada: This is Me Trying

"I've been having a hard time adjusting. I had the shiniest wheels, now they're rusting."

Another race of struggle. Not just for Charles and Ferrari as a whole, but this was not an easy race for anyone. A lot of things fell apart. Merc messed up, Mclaren messed up, Checo and Red Bull massively messed up. This was the race of the strugglers.

Spain: Anti-Hero

"I have this thing where I get older but just never wiser"

"It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me"

A lot of problems cropping up again, and again, they are familiar battles that still have yet to find resolution.

Austria: Bejeweled

"Best believe I'm still bejeweled when I walk in the room I can still make the whole place shimmer"

"I think it's time to teach some lessons"

Max did teach some lessons, and George did come out of this still bejeweled.

Britain: The Alchemy

"I haven't come around in so long, but I'm coming back so strong"

"So when I touch down // Call the amateurs and // Cut 'em from the team // Ditch the clowns, get the crown // Baby I'm the one to beat"

Taylor wrote this song so it could be played for Lewis' return to the top step. Doesn't matter the rest of the field behind him was having the worst race of their lives, Lewis was the moment.

Hungary: Getaway Car

"It was the best of times, the worst of crimes. I struck a match and blew your mind. But I didn't mean it, and you didn't see it."

"No, nothin' good starts in a getaway car"

Yeah, Oscar bites it turns out. Nothing good starts in an orange car.

Spa: Haunted

"It's getting dark and it's all too quiet and I can't trust anything now. And it's coming over you like it's all a big mistake."

Inside George's head after his win was taken due to the team's mistake.

Zandvoort: I Forgot That You Existed

"I forgot that you existed // It isn't love, it isn't hate // It's just indifference"

There's only one orange army, and it aint Mclaren.

Monza: Sweeter than Fiction

"I will say, "I knew it all along" // Your eyes are wider than distance // This life is sweeter than fiction"

"Proved me right, proved me right when you proved them wrong. And in this perfect weather, it's like we don't remember the rain we thought would last forever and ever"

Charles winning after so many thought it was over, proved a lot of people wrong and reminded the sport why winning in Monza only matters in red.

Baku: Should've Said No

"Yesterday I found out about you. Even now just looking at you feels wrong."

"You should've said, "No" // You should've gone home // You should've thought twice 'fore you let it all go"

I mean, intense race, with crashes and an illegal car part scandal that will forever taint the race result? Yeah seems like the classic infidelity song captures the strong emotions from that weekend.

Singapore: Vigilante Shit

"You did some bad things, but I'm the worst of them"

"I don't start shit, but I can tell you how it ends"

Max stole the show in Singapore, not only with his drive, but also with his response to sweargate. It didn't matter who won or how, this is where Max stopped playing nice with the media and the FIA this season.

Austin: I'm Only Me When I'm With You

"Well, you drive me crazy half the time, the other half I'm only trying to let you know that what I feel is true. And I'm only me when I'm with you."

Only team worth winning with is red, Charles and Ferrari together in the chaos of this season for the highs and the lows, this being another high.

Mexico: Castles Crumbling

"And I feel like my castle's crumbling down // And I watch all my bridges burn to the ground"

"Their faith was strong, but I pushed it too far. I held that grudge 'til it tore me apart."

A lot of things falling apart this race. Similar to Canada in many ways.

Brazil: Wonderland

"And life was never worse but never better"

"Flashing lights and we took a wrong turn and we fell down a rabbit hole. You held on tight to me 'cause nothing's as it seems and spinning out of control"

Hard to find a song that captures the duality of the high that Max and the alpines experienced alongside the chaos and pain felt by the rest of the field, but life was never worse but never better is as close as I can get.

Vegas: The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived

"Were you sent by someone who wanted me dead? Did you sleep with a gun underneath our bed? Were you writing a book? Were you a sleeper cell spy? In fifty years, will all this be declassified? And you'll confess why you did it And I'll say, 'Good riddance'"

This seems pointed, but Charles basically recited the bridge to this song in his post race radio. That was the standout moment that people were talking about. Now I also think it fits as this was Max's fourth win and that win sent a message to all the small (likely british) men who questioned his fitness as a champion and tried to stop him at every turn this season.

Qatar: I Bet You Think About Me

"Mr. Superior Thinkin' Do you have all the space that you need?"

"I bet you think about me when you say "Oh my God, she's insane, she wrote a song about me" // I bet you think about me."

Hard to encapsulate the George vs Max of it all in a single song. But the tone of this one I think fits the petty vibes.

Abu Dhabi: I Can Do It With A Broken Heart

"Lights, camera, bitch smile, even when you wanna die"

"All the pieces of me shattered as the crowd was chanting "More" I was grinning like I'm winning, I was hitting my marks 'Cause I can do it with a broken heart"

Charles drove like that for the fool's chance at the constructor's, and then they made him act in a stupid movie. In any case losing the constructor's was heartbreaking, but we continue on because it's Ferrari and we come back next year stronger.

That and I think the song is a good finish to the season where so many just had to keep going even when it was hard (physically and mentally)

That's my playlist. Congrats on surviving whatever the 2024 F1 season was.

Hopefully 2025 makes for a banger playlist too.

[itsgivingeattherich]

Café Blues (part 1) Port Mafia Dazai

Hey pookie I got mail 💌

Part 1 | Part 2 coming out tomorrow

Warnings: mention of gun. Enjoy

Espresso cups clinked and shined under the creamy light as you try to balance them on your tray. The smells of coffee still hung in the air, and the lack of light outside reminded you how long you'd been at work. At least today you didn't have any troubling customers, and you just closed anyway so nothing to complain about. So far...

Last thing to do was the bins and then lock up and go home. As you placed the tray down under the counter a soft knock sounded from the door.

"We're closed!"

Please no more customers you're tired, and the sound of your soft covers gliding on your skin is calling your name.

"It's me, it's cold out here open the door"

"Oh Dazai"

Your boyfriend was outside banging on the door like a dog that's been locked outside, begging to come in. Really you didn't want him in here cause you just mopped and you knew his boots were dirty, the fact that it was raining ment they were probably muddy as well, but you caved, clicked the lock and opened the door with a screech.

"Heyyy, now that's my girl."

"I'm not yours idiot, and take off your shoes, you'll mess up my perfect job on mop duty."

"Kay. Wouldn't want you to ruin something you don't do at home"

You rolled your eyes.

He kicked off his boots and they went flying outside somewhere. A thick glob off red liquid dripped down the sole, but he closed the door faster than you could take a closer look.

"Too many shifts at the mill?"

"What. Oh yea it's kinda crazy, but you know valentine's day is close and people go crazy for wine as gifts."

"Are you going to get me a bottle?"

" 'Course boyfriend discount."

It was a little weird that he worked at a wine mill, especially so close to the city. I mean you'd expect it to be near fields of grapes and things like that, but cheaper wine for you so you couldn't complain.

"Why are you asking babes?" He cocked his head sideways, forming his eyes into slits. Weird, it was just a question.

"Because your shoes are filthy as always." You poked him and he laughed it off.

"Do you need help with anything?"

"Nah just the bins" you pointed to the bags near the door.

"Kay I'll do it for you, for extra boyfriend points" he winked, picked up the bags beside the door and headed out to grab his shoes.

The door opened and made the wind conjure a spell on the receipts on the counter. They flew up and scattered around the café.

"Hey, shut the door!" You looked up, but he was already gone.

So you bent down to retrieve the papers, but one of them wasn't yours. It felt like a thick card. It probably fell from that long coat he always wears. You've told him his stuff falls out so easily, but he's always just changed the colour and never the model.

It was black envelope, already opened, the flap showing evidence of that. Would it be a problem if you took a peak? You slowly pulled the card from the envelope, and turned it around. Pictures? You dropped them quickly and moved your hands to your mouth to stop yourself from screaming. Your eyes bulged from their sockets.

"Damm it's freezing out there." Dazai rubbed his upper arms just to keep them warm.

"Babe? Are you in here."

He looked around and found you crouched over the floor.

"Are you sick!" He hurried over and you faced him. Looking at him like he commited murder. Well that's probably because... Because he had.

As you turned he saw what you were looking at. He looked between you and the photos and back at you, and he stood up. His face darkened while he took out of the stools from the counter and sat on it. Just sat. No explanation. No I'm sorry. No reason on why the fuck he has photos of random people.

"Dazai. What the fuck!" you screeched

"Don't make a scene you've got CCTV, I don't need any more shit on my hands cause you can't control yourself."

You scoffed. Was his brain working? Was he seriously asking you to calm down, even though he knows what you saw.

"Explain.NOW!"

He looked at you and arched one eyebrow.

" First photo is some top notch footballer, who got a little to comfortable in a store room, he's behaving fucking weird around town and we needed something over him. Incase he-"

"Who cares about the people fucking when there's something with a missing! FUCKING! head! Dazai!"

You shoved his chest, and pulled your arm back, to punch or slap or whatever hurt him the most. He grabbed your arm. And looked at you with darkness in his eyes. Who on earth this is man?

"I told you calm. the fuck. down."

"The person with the missing fucking head is a local weirdo, he lurks around town looking for pretty girls. Like you" he winked.

"Did.. did. Did you?" Your voice became rocky.

"Darling I think we should back to your place." His voice purred.

"No. Absolutely not. " You backed away and looked for something, anything to protect yourself. This is not the man who looks after you when you're sick, takes an extra sweater just incase you get cold, even when it's summer.

He looked at you like you were prey, then reached in his jacket pocket. He rummaged around in there, then grabbed what he needed and placed it on the table. A gun. A pack of cigarettes.

ℍ𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕠 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕣. 𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕠 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 . 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕪 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕕 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕤 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝. 𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕒 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕋𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕣 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕠 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕒 𝕔𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥. 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕪 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕠 𝕚𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕥 𝕠𝕣 𝕚𝕥 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕖 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨. 𝕋𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕣.

𝕰𝖆𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖎𝖈𝖍, 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒 𝖔𝖚𝖙

Also, part 2 is coming out tomorrow. I absolutely hate it when people make a story and then never finish it. So, I promise by the time this comes out all the parts are done.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for yelling at my mom because of incense?💭

( emoji so I can recognise my submission and this is a hella long post so be warned)

So I (16F) really hate smoke. And I mean beyond the regular hate, I mean like the moment I smell smoke I instantly become very, very angry. I'm not sure why exactly, I suspect it might be because I'm on the autism spectrum but I haven't been officially diagnosed so take this with a grain of salt. Also just to clarify, I have no lung issues which would cause me to be extra effected by smoke, it's almost entirely psychological.

My mom (50F) got into this whole spiritual circle stuff about a year ago and does meditation thingies. Involves a lot of rituals, crystals and incense. Not entirely sure the exact reason why but the important thing is this means she is lighting incense almost everyday. As a result, on most days the house smells like smoke. I have told her quite a few times to ventilate properly if she's going to use it but I feel like every time I enter the main room of the house it smells like smoke. However I can manage this by simply shutting my door to avoid getting a lungful of smoke. No, the thing that pisses me off are her "cleansing sessions." This is where she goes through the house waving an incense stick everywhere to "purify the bad spirits." This means I have absolutely nowhere in the house to escape from the smoke and often get forced outside to escape. I have tolerated these "cleansing sessions" a few times but on the most recent one, it happened to be raining extremely heavily. This meant that I was stuck. In a house FILLED with the smell of smoke.

I tried to keep myself calm for a while by ventilating the smoke from under a blanket but even then I could still smell it and it made me raging mad. So I then proceeded to stomp up to my mom and yelled at her. I said some very nasty things which I'm not proud of saying. They were very personal insults mostly pertaining to how her beliefs were bullshit and about her insecurities. We had a shouting match over it which ended in her telling me to go back to my room.

Why I think I could be the asshole here is because:

A. I could have more clearly stated beforehand that I wanted her to stop cleansing my room or at the very least she needs to turn the aircon on when she burns incense.

B. She didn't really deserve the things I said to her. She's a sensitive person and I know it probably deeply hurt her even if she didn't act like it in the moment.

C. I didn't mention it earlier but I have a brother (17M) who has athsma. He has never had any problem breathing or any complaints about my mom burning incense. If anyone would be affected by this the most it would be him and yet he doesn't care. So I feel like I just really overreacted.

Why I think I might not be the asshole here is because:

A. I have asked her before that she ventilate the house properly when she does her meditations and yet every time I can smell it. Sometimes she wont even open the windows so I have to do it myself.

B. She knows how much I dislike the smell of smoke. I have said multiple times how I hate it and every time I have smelt it in the house I've been very obviously annoyed. There was even once incident where our neighbours were having a bonfire and I literally could not sleep in my room because I could smell smoke and had to sleep on the couch. Every time she's done one of these "spiritual cleansings" I have also made it abundantly clear how much I hate this but she doesn't seem to care because it usually forces me outside.

C. As before mentioned, my brother has athsma. While it may not seem like it bothers him I don't know what the long term consequences may be for his lungs. And for my lungs too! Like, I'm not an expert but I don't think regularly breathing in smoke is very good for you. She argues it's "real natural smoke" so it's fine and I told her she should try breathing near a wildfire to see how she liked "real natural smoke."

Anyways, with all these facts considered, random strangers on the internet, AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[pianocat939]

I'm kinda not feeling any creativity going through, so have this instead. Also, disclaimer, both parties are undefined in both name and gender so if the pronouns get confusing, I apologize.

Have some Blind Yan because I have no creative juice

Tw: murder (not super descriptive), entrapment, implications of abandonment or disowning of (not MC),

Additional disclaimer: This is an accurate depiction of a certain type of blindness, specifically someone who retains a small amount of their vision. (And I can say accurate because one of my parents is blind so aha- you can't tell me it's wrong.)

Imagine MC being like a fugitive, literally running away for some kind of crime.

And of course, they encounter some terrible weather on their never ending journey. So their miserable selves end up trying to look for a shelter. (It’s giving “food for the poor”)

They find a fairly-sized mansion on the outskirts of a town. It’s so dead and silent, they assume it was abandoned. Even if the mansion seemed so exquisite.

It’s quite dim. They notice the mansion is spotless, with not a single problem in the building at all. Until they notice a lit room down the hall.

Usually they would never approach any possible humans, but in that moment, the curiosity was too much.

In that said lit room, is a person sitting in a chair. Seemingly a library full of…odd books. Books without a proper cover, and held together by rings.

They notice the person is reading…with their fingers. Sliding their fingertips across each line.

MC realizes that the person is blind. Of course, given their current state, they’re going to take advantage of that. Just as they were stepping away from the door frame, a sudden thunder crackles, causing them to flinch and lightly bump into the wall.

Well shit.

“Hello? Is someone here?”

MC is frozen. The person stands up, their arms stretched outwards as they guided themselves through the doorway. A bit faster than MC would have liked.

MC is quick to speed walk away, until the person speaks once more.

“You’ll get sick if you go back out there. You should stay while you’re here…Even just for a few hours.”

MC paused. Does this person not fear the possible dangers? They don’t even know a fugitive is within their home.

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And so MC finds themselves drinking tea with this blind one. Oddly not minding their little rambles.

It doesn’t surprise MC that the mansion was bought by their parents. No wonder there were so many expensive braille books. But they found it odd not a single helper was around.

"Oh I only have a cleaner come around twice a week. Everything else is managed by me."

After a few hours, the rain didn't stop at all. If anything, it got worse. MC was deciding whether or not to just suffer through the shivering wetness. Just as they were about to excuse themselves, the blind one stops them, standing up from their chair to face them...Well, trying to.

"Don't leave, just stay. You could get terribly sick from the cold.'

MC just books it. They have nowhere better to go anyway. They reveal a bit about themselves, who they were really. Except saying "wanderer" instead of fugitive. The government can't catch this fucker yet-

In the morning, the rain has stopped. MC was not only woken up by the blind one, but served a plate of food as well. Surprisingly not burnt or too much salt. It looked like a typical dish that anybody could make.

Before MC could even repack their things to leave, the blind one asks, almost begging for them to stay. It seems the loneliness bothers this person. MC is hesitant, but decides to stay.

Over the days, MC notices something. The blind one always seems to be shuffling close by, every spoken word from them making the blind one to smile and hesitantly approach in the direction of sound. It seems the person is a lot more clingy than one would assume.

They are a little amazed the blind one is able to live mostly on their own, even recognizing the light or dark spaces. Even if their movements are hesitant.

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Ah but inevitably, the government comes knocking on the mansion door. They're quick to panic, packing up everything they could and about to bolt- until they hear a strangled scream.

They know they should run, but curiosity and maybe even worry for the blind one is too overpowering. They glance down the stairs, and witness something all too shocking.

There's three bloody bodies, their black suits tainted with a slight red. Stab wounds and ripped shirts accompanying the already horrifying scene. In the middle, stands the blind one, huffing a little. They held a kitchen knife in hand. The blind one looks around, outstretching their arms in front of them, stepping forward slowly.

"Dearie? Where are you? No need to run off now, those intruders are gone."

MC, horrified and literally so confused, tries to open the door- but it’s completely locked. Someone hugs them so tight from behind, the bloodied knife still in their hands. MC is more terrified than the time they committed crime all those months ago.

"Don't go. Don't leave me. I made sure they'll never find you. I'm useful, right?" The blind one's voice is desperate, as if they were about to cry. They drop the knife, pinging against the marble floor. "I know I can't see- but I can still do most things just fine. Don't throw me away like everyone else, don't coup me up in this cage like they did. You can stay, and I can pardon your crime."

Tears started to flow from their eyes, as they clutch MC's clothes tightly, their nails digging into the fabric. "Just stay with me. I don't want to be alone and broken anymore. I'm not helpless."

The blind one can cook, cook well it seemed.

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(I felt like doing a bit of angst and a tiny sprinkle of violence. Bro having both parties with undefined gender or names is HARD to write. But then again this was like last minute scramble typing)

- Celina