#Nothing King rrr

[regretquartet]

So. How's Warden?

Camper - Warden's been great! He's been working with the censors to get everything sorted! Our mind's been getting cleaner!

Jackalope - He's changed a lot. He used to be a heavy censor, but now he's in a Raz shape? And he can say one syllable things. He even has nicknames he calls us. He calls me "Lope." He calls Camper either "Ghost" or "Camp." He calls Agent: "Gent." And Zombie has the nickname of "Bie."

Zombie: And... he makes sure none of us get close to NK. Especially me n Agent.

[hag-lad]

RANKED: MY TOP TEN FAVORITE NANDAMURI TARAKA RAMA RAO JR LOOKS

Us Jr NTR fans are blessed to have quite the chameleon oosaravelli as our fave, because there are so many glorious looks to keep us entertained over his illustrious 30-film career. It was SO GODDAM HARD to choose just ten, but here they are! Gun to my head! His ten finest looks!

10. Krishna's pink shirt in Brindavanam

I remember when these "fcuk" shirts were all the rage, but nobody ever wore it quite like Krishna! He looks sooooo good in pink! What a little hottie. With the earrings too?!!?! Goddam it. Just. Goddam this man.

9. Kusa's mullet for Doschestha

Styling wise, I feel nothing towards this, except maybe a spark of delight to see Tarak in pink yet again. But look, Kusa does not know how to dress, and I love that for him. This look is all about THE HAIR!!!! We never see Tarak with hair this long, but it's so fucking GOOD!!!!!! The little ponytail!!!!!!!! How could one not fall in love?!

8. Simhadri's fishnet vest for Chinnadamme Cheekulu

Oh go OFF, King!!!!!!!! Look at the sheer, unfiltered ATTITUDE he's serving! Absolutely no one on Earth looks good in light-dark wash jeans (the true blight of the 2000's) but this son of a bitch pulls it off!!!! How does he do it?!

7. Munna's saffron headband in Andhrawala

Okay, so conceptually, this is the same thing as Simhadri (headband, open shirt, slutty vest, jeans) but I prefer these colors! I also prefer Munna's facial hair; it's a little more grown out, and I love Tarak most when he is FURRY. And FAT! I think Munna's got a couple pounds on Simhadri? Maybe I'm wrong, but I don't care. I love them both so much.

6. Jai's Swing Zara ensemble in Jai Lava Kusa

God, Jai is such a fucking peacock, isn't he? A total queen, the last of the old school gays. I have so much respect for his drip. Jai would never, ever, in a million years, let mortal eyes witness him looking anything less than spectacular. His beard is groomed, his hair is moussed, every stitch of clothing on his body is tailored and professionally pressed, and you know what? I think that goes for his underwear too. Or idk, maybe he's freeballin' it. He can do whatever he wants, quite frankly.

5. Tarak's Academy Awards ensemble

Who on earth would dare deny how positively GORGEOUS Tarak looked on this night!? Head to toe, so exquisite, so dashing. The bejeweled tiger! The rich black velvet! The eye makeup! The natural hair! Everything to love.

4. Tony's baby face in Oosaravelli

I want to just grab his widdol cheeks and squish them!!! He looks like an angel! A cherub!!!! This is so obviously the cutest Tarak has ever looked, but he's still so fucking sexy and alluring??!?! HOW DOES HE DO IT???!!?!! I also love that liiiiiitle bit of edge he's giving with the earrings and the neck tattoo... even if it is just his own name, lmfao.

3. Ramakrishna's tank top in Rakhee

Look at this fucking BEAR!!!!!!!! I'm not gonna sugarcoat this, kids. Ramakrishna is fluffy and hot and sweaty and I bet he smells salty and I want to HUFF him so fucking bad. The lil beads of sweat take me out, god I love how raw and sexy and manly he is. Absolute HUNK, I fucking cannot say it any other way. This is a gay pornstar. I beat my meat.

2. Young Yama in Yamadonga

Oh COME ONNNN!!!! THIS is how His Majesty Nandamuri Taraka Rama Rao Jr. was meant to walk the earth: Clad in gold, dripping with jewels, eyeliner on fleek (or, as my mother would say, "on flique") just taking up ALL THE SPACE and commanding ALL THE ATTENTION. He wears regality so very well, so naturally, I become a bootlicking monarchist just looking at him!!! Drag me to hell, Young Yama!!!

1. Komuram Bheem's langoti in RRR.

Hey, you knew Bheema had to be number one!!!! I've never seen a human being look hotter than this, this is just PEAK. The body hair!!!! The nosering!!!!! The muscles!!!!!! He is fucking CUT, Tarak had to work so goddam hard for so long to look like this, I genuinely hope he never does anything like this again, but MY GOD the art is worth it. Shoutout to Rajamouli for not whitewashing him so we could behold the beauty and majesty of his real skin color!!!!! With his natural hair too!!?!?!? SEXIEST MAN WHO EVER LIVED, case closed, no argument, go home, we're done. Bheem is hot. Ram's a lucky man.

[electricgaunt]

list of characters i'd put on the train!

(also, I tried, but I don't think I can come up with specific numbers, sorry! I did attempt to put them very roughly in order of what I think would be highest to lowest numbers, though):

most ava's demon comic characters (I wonder if trish could see their demons, like with other stand users...)

whirl (transformers, canonical cybertronian size would be so funny, idk how that would work 😄)

the terror s1 characters

javert (les mis)

lackadaisy cats characters

legoshi & louis (beastars)

hater & wander (wander over yonder)

morgana (merlin)

most of the sohmas, maybe tohru too? (fruits basket)

lee hyun (king's affection)

conspiracy carl (the muse arg)

park gangdu (the host)

severance characters

wallace (and maybe also gromit?)

skz family parent characters

roy g biv (monsterkind comic)

komaram bheem & a. rama raju (rrr)

kel (tamora pierce's protector of the small, sorry for stealing the idea from marn)

jo eulho & cel brity (wonwoo's diary)

shaun the sheep characters

abe takaya, maybe mihashi ren (big windup!, and I think abe's number would be consistently higher than mihashi's and it would drive him up the wall, bc I think he would have mob's thing where he'd be like, "I'm fine, there's nothing wrong with me! mishashi has more to work through than I do, so why is his number going down!!!)

bonus westworld thoughts under the cut:

I also thought about putting any westworld android hosts on the train, and I think it would ultimately be kind of fucked to do that to them? like in an interesting way but still fucked? like westworld itself and infinity train s2 already have some similar themes going on. honestly sort of feeling that about the severance characters, too, to some degree. and I think putting guest or programmer characters from that show would also be bizarre, just in a different maybe more horrific apex type way?

[acaciapines]

nano day twenty-six

words today: 2699

words total: 70717

and im DONE!!! i finished!!! it took. seventy thousand words but for the future is DONE!!! and nearly 15k longer than thanks to them lol. god knows how long watching and dreaming will be. wouldnt it be funny if its like. 10k words. imagine how much of a letdown that would be.

but thats for later! right now im DONE and free and its. wild. like. yall the thing about working on one project almost daily since june of 2022 is that it becomes literally your entire life. you start to just be like, yeah, owl house daemon au, ill always be writing that. but then you get closer and closer to the end. and its like. oh. oh no this isnt a forever thing. this thing has an ending. and i can see the ending. and im going to finish it.

WILD. IS WHAT IM SAYING.

this will be my last nano post! my nano project was ftf and i'm so happy to not write 1.6k words a day <3 it was fun for a month but not forever. i'll probably take a short break to write some fionna and cake daemon au stuff before i start to tackle watching and dreaming.

wild stuff, man. had a blast writing this.

my favorite part of what i wrote today:

Grr-click-growl wilts even more, and still pressed to the ground creeps closer to him, c’mere you and when did he start learning owl sounds? Why did he start learning own sounds? Why is there some part of him that wants to listen— “You wouldn’t come with me!” They jab a finger her direction and Grr-click-growl stops, eyes wide. “Nobody will! You just—fib, and say oh yeah we’re friends but I do everything ‘n you do nothing and I’m tired of it! Of you! Of King!” Rrr-grr-whistle— “Don’t call me that!” He could grab for stardust to blast at her but all the stardust is hers ‘n it burns to touch like home home home and no he can’t can’t ever gotta get out leave free this is a trap all just one big trap and why isn’t she running away why didn’t King run away. The trap was bright-gold. The trap was stardust. This is stardust too. Just another trap. He needs to tear it apart. The owl pauses. He can read the sorrow in her gaze and her big wide eyes, dark like space but nothing at all like space ‘cause the light is right-there and warm and not so far like his siblings. What if you stay, says some part of him. I get trapped, he reminds that part, ‘member?     But what if this time is different. He laughs. Even that wanting part of him laughs. ‘cause he knows nothing ever changes. Time and time again. Different shapes but all the same in the end. They just wanna trap ‘n use him. And he’s had enough of fibbers.

[cupidsbower]

Festivids 2023 reeeecs

What a great year it's been for festivids. There are some stonkingly good vids!

Here is the Masterlist. As always, my recs below are just those I liked most, but there are a lot of other fab vids that are worth a watch as well.

I made six vids this year. A bit astonishing really. I think three of them are really obviously by me, but the rest maybe not so much. Anyway, if you can guess, the guessing post is here: Guess the Vidder.

Two fantastic vids were gifted to me:

Fireflies - Marcel the Shell with Shoes On (2021) - Gen

I watched this movie on a whim one day, and it was sweet and genuine and funny and I loved it way more than I thought I would. This vid captures that perfectly. It's a delight.

Been Caught Stealing - Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves (2023) - Gen

This has everything you could want from a D&D vid: it's action-packed, funny, and captures the chaotic energy of the movie really well.

Highly Recommended

And Do It Again - 开端 | Reset (TV 2022) - Teen

Fantastic time-loop vid, which ramps up the tension in the most delightful way.

I'm Gonna Make You Love Me - Christine (1983) - Teen

Christine is the perfect girlfriend. Such a creepy-great premise.

I'm That Queer - Janelle Monáe Music Videos - Teen

Spectacular, surreal, gorgeously edited.

Les Fleurs - Gake no Ue no Ponyo | Ponyo - Gen

This is so lush and dramatic, and sweeps you along in the best way.

a vulture feeds upon that heart forever - Moby Dick - Herman Melville - Mature

All the Moby Dick vids are great - who knew it would be the power fandom of the fest? But while they are all worth a watch, this one is my fave. The soundtrack is lush, and the visuals are over the top, and full of drama. The sources are mixed so beautifully.

Here it Goes Again - Moby Dick - Herman Melville - Teen

This is also a spectacular multi-source feast for the eyes.

Everything I Do - Cocaine Bear (2023) - Teen

LOL. This is just exactly what it sounds like, edited to absolute perfection. The joke couldn't be better executed.

Do What I Do - Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves (2023) - Teen

Wonderful character study of Holga.

Tusk - The Silence of the Lambs (1991) - Mature

Clarice is showcased to her best here, and it's gripping.

magnetic - Romeo+Juliet (1996) - Teen

Mercutio vid and it's so much fun!

Recommended

Hard Times - Star Trek: Lower Decks (Cartoon) - Teen

Flirting & Fighting - 新龍門客棧 | Dragon Inn (1992) - Teen

The Only Way to See - Amaury Guichon - Fandom - Gen

Nothing in My Head - Dropout TV RPF - Gen

Feel Better - Silo (TV) - Teen

The Eye of the Tiger - RRR (2022) - Teen

satisfaction - The Quick and the Dead (1995) - Teen

Disaster Party - Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves (2023) - Gen

How to make a perfect Hanukkah movie… - Hallmark Movies - Gen

Uja - Slash/Back (2022) - Teen

Didn't Come to Play - Women's sprinting - Gen

The Shape of You - The Pirate (1948) - Gen

The Adventures of Priscilla, Dancing Queen of the Desert - The Adventures of Priscilla Queen of the Desert (1994) - Teen

#teamwhale - Moby Dick - Herman Melville - Gen

Queequeg and I - Moby Dick - Herman Melville - Teen

Boys Keep Swinging - As You Like It - Shakespeare - Gen

Dream Girl Evil - Last Night in Soho (2021) - Explicit

Cat Apostle, Conqueror of Asthma, Chosen One Of The Light - 开端 | Reset (TV 2022) - Gen

Andor: Come Forth Now - Andor (TV) - Gen

Bad Reputation - For All Mankind (TV 2019) - Gen

put on a show - The Wheel of Time (TV) - Teen

Upside Down - The Woman King (2022) - Teen

Always On My Mind - Strange Way Of Life (Short Film 2023) - Teen

Trust+Fall - Romeo+Juliet (1996) - Teen

[reefer-reelz-n-reviews]

The Mummy: Tomb of the Dragon Emperor (2008)

Pre-smoked: Honey Pot King Palm

Smoking: SuckerPunch

So obviously the least favorite of the trilogy. Only because the original Evy isn’t in it. At the very least when they re-casted her they could have made her an English actor and not Maria Bello who had a pretty cruddy accent. No offense to MB but she wasn’t the right fit I feel.

Moving on before I get on this tangent about something not so important. I do like that Jet Li is in this. He is a good actor. I like him a lot in The Forbidden Kingdom with Jackie Chan.

The ever-beautiful Michelle Yeoh is the one who curses JL into the next cursed “Mummy”.

Come to find Alex O’Connell, Luke Ford, digging just like his mom. Looks nothing like the one who played him in the second movie. Doesn’t even have a British accent. But once again, I’ll stop while I’m ahead lol.

Not surprising. A double cross. What a douche. Roger Wilson, played by David Calder, basically uses LF to help out the bad guys who of course want to wake the dead to take over the world. Like the other two movies of course.

I do like that they changed it from being desert and Egypt and when with a new location and atmosphere. Right now, they are in the snow mountains. Definitely different type of terrain.

Now we have Lin, Isabella Leong, calling for the Yeti for help. She sends them after they soldiers. Which is definitely not something you would have expected in this movie. But it would be really cool to be able to speak to yeti. It could be useful for lots of reasons. I mean if you ever really ran into a yeti. And apparently, they know about football. One of them just did the arm signal for Score.

We still have John Hannah playing the comedic relief. Always good for a laugh, “mummies, they never play fair.”

There are so many repeats of the same phrases in these movies. “Time to go,” “That’s comforting,” and those two were just in a 5-minute period. I don’t know if it was on purpose but they are definitely ones that I remember from at least the first movie.

JL’s death is a little gross. Not what I expected to see. I’ve only seen this once before because I got the trilogy, you know you have to lol.

Well I’ll leave the rest for you to watch.

Thanks for reading.

Toke On

-RRR

[what2watch2night]

Watch To Watch Tonight: 2022 Movie Year Recap

Another movie year ended, all the awards possible big and small have now been bestowed, most have now been made available to all democratically and most have been watched! Even though there is still soooooo much from 2022 to catch up on or sadly unreleased or not made avail to the masses (like that underwater movie we won't mention...) But we all know a lifetime will never be enough to go through years' past watchlists, and we must accept it and move on to the next one as sadly we cannot live in a EVERYTHING EVERYWHERE ALL AT ONCE multiverse where one would be able to do it all at once. So in that spirit let's take one last look at what made us want to live to see it, and that we won't forget because, as the Best Movie Quote of Movie Year 2022 (from THE FABELMAN) says: 'Movies are dreams that you never forget...'

And we sure won't forget these from another interesting 12 months that brought us a truly varied array of films, and although we might not have many “perfect” ones reaching perfect notes (well, nothing reached 9/10 or ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐ for us this year,) it was satisfying, entertaining, and there was something for all the feels and emotions.

GREAT STORIES & GREAT FILMS

T’was a good time for wildly imaginative, to just wild and crazy stories from EEAAO to RRR to NOPE, APOLLO 10/2 or EO to even the quieter but less “bonkerz “ BANSHEES (what was it this year with fingers and donkey - definitely the “goat” of this year animal on film!) and the bold BABYLON or BARDO Then we also have our favorite with the “Eat the rich “ and “Let’s Revolt” varieties that NEVER.DISAPPOINT (We live for that sh!t!) with of course TRIANGLE OF SADNESS (that gave us great pleasure with the “I am the captain now” twist), the hit THE MENU, intense ATHENA, weirdos like FLUX GOURMET, MARCEL THE SHELL, WHITE NOISE… Anyway here are the movies that made our days/nights in 2022:

OuR Top Fave:

EVERYTHING EVERYWHERE ALL AT ONCE 8.5⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐✨ *Bonus Most Every Everywhere All At Once Scenes! (And fight scenes no doubts) TRIANGLE OF SADNESS 8.5 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐✨ *Bonus Most Memorable Scene!

APOLLO 10 1⁄2 8.5 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐ *Bonus Most Nostalgia Inducing!

BABYLON 8.5 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐ *Bonus Best Party and Movie-within-a-Movie Scenes! ATHENA 8 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐ *Bonus Best Crowd, moving, and Longtake Scene! BROKER 8 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐

BARDO 8.25 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐ *Bonus Best Dreams & Dreamy Scenes! BANSHEES OF INISHERIN 8⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐ *Bonus Most Hilarious Dialogue! WHITE NOISE 7.75 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐ *Bonus End Scene! NOPE 7.75 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐

TAR 7.75 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐

BOY FROM HEAVEN 7.75 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐

ELVIS 7.75 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐ *Bonus Music Scene! THE MENU 7.5 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐

AFTER YANG 7.5 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐ *Bonus Best Dance Scene! MEN 7.75 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐ *Most WTF Haunting SceneS! ARMAGEDDON TIMES 7.5 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐ EO 7.5 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐ *Bonus non-human actor! DECISION TO LEAVE 7.5 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐

RRR 7.5 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐ *Bonus Best Genre Switch, Crowd pleaser, & Suspension of disbelief!

We could provide a much much longer list of films from 2022 definitely worth a watch but because frankly no one has time for that with the amount of new films coming at us everywhere here is the next 20 to 100 IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER. Enjoy!

MEMORABLE ENSEMBLES There is very little doubt again that this prize should go to either EEAAO or TRIANGLE OF SADNESS. But here are 20 spectacular ensembles from 2022 movie year!

ARGENTINA 1985 ATHENA BABYLON BANSHEES OF INESHERIN BARDO BOY FROM HEAVEN BROKER EEAAO EO KLONDIKE MARS ONE PLAN 75 THE MENU THE SWIMMERS THE WHALE THE WONDER TRIANGLE OF SADNESS WAKANDA FOREVER WOMAN KING WOMEN TALKING

**Bonus: Kid actors ensemble blowing your mind 13TH LIVES AFTER YANG ALCARRAS ARMAGEDDON TIMES BLAZE CLOSE PLAYGROUND PUSSY / SOFT SCARBOROUGH THE SILENT TWIN TILL ​​TORI AND LOKITA

MEMORABLE INDIVIDUAL PERFORMANCES Well, Yeoh was the GOAT, De Leon was MVP, but if there is one that shine brighter than most and got snubbed it was Mia Goth because; because after all she is a star (PLEASE she is a starrrr!)

Adèle Exarchopoulos ZERO FUCK GIVEN Ana de Armas BLONDE Angela Bassett WAKANDA FOREVER Aubrey Plaza EMILY AND THE CRIMINAL Austin Butler ELVIS Bill Nighy LIVING Cate Blanchett TAR Colin Farrell / Brendan Gleeson BANSHEES Danielle Deadwyler TILL Dolly De Leon TRIANGLE OF SADNESS Eddie Redmayne THE GOOD NURSE Hong Chau THE WHALE John Boyega / Michael K. Williams 892 Keke Palmer NOPE Mia Goth PEARL/X Michelle Yeoh / Ke Huy Quan EEAAO Ram Charan RRR Vicky Krieps CORSAGE Vincent Lindon ANOTHER WORLD *Soooo many more more should did fantastic works from all over the world but we wont name anymore name as this list would be way to long!

STUNNING VISUAL Whether these movies captured the light perfectly, offered us EXTRAVAGANZA with amazing sets and wowing costumes/Hair/Makeup, had us at the edge of our seats due to the immersive action or poetic sequences, or left us emotional staring at gorgeously filmed vistas or simple shots of every day life….

There is no need to explain why EEAAO rules here! Also about snub: ATHENA was the biggest quagmire of this season, snubbed left and right even in France of all places... Sure the story is surfing on LES MISERABLE but it was quite different and the intensity and visual defo hit different too. The techniques (highly recommend watching the BTS) is mind blowing as in Nolan-level of wow every other long takes!

3000 YEARS OF LONGING AFTER YANG ALL QUIET ON THE WESTERN FRONT ATHENA BABYLON *Yes the party scene but also all other incredible to comprehend scene so left us dreaming like THIS

BARDO *Another maestro directing the hell out of another one, giving us possibly the most immersive oddities of the last season and surreal lyrical contemplations - one of our favorite thing in the whole wide world!

DECISION TO LEAVE DON’T WORRY DARLING EEAAO *They really gave us everything imaginable and we might never see a movie so imaginative visually... ELVIS EO GODLAND MEN *The beautiful imageries one will never forget! NEPTUNE FROST *We are also still here for that keyboard jacket NOPE RRR *The category is: Most Nonsensical Mindblowing Fights! THE NORTHMAN WAKANDA FOREVER *Will always win best costumes AND hair and Make up! WHITE NOISE *Props to the props and all those sets leading to that gran finale! WOMEN KING

**Here are other movies worthy for their look (but don’t be fooled, most of these have equally share, if not more, of substance… ) 13TH LIVES AMSTERDAM APOLLO 10 ½ BANSHEES OF INESHERIN BIG BUG BLAZE BLONDE ENTERGALACTIC INU-HO KADAISI VIVASAYI LEONOR WILL NEVER DIE MAD GOD MARCEL THE SHELL WITH SHOES ON MATILDA THE MUSICAL NOTRE DAME BRULE PACIFICTION PEARL / X PINOCCHIO PREY SOMETHING IN THE DIRT TALE OF KING CRAB TED K THE BATMAN THE ETERNAL DAUGHTER THE HOUSE THE SILENT TWINS TOP GUN 2 TRIANGLE OF SADNESS TURNING RED UTAMA YOU WON'T BE ALONE

STIRRING SOUND It seems scores and OSTs were probably not as transcending as we would have liked in, but the Soundscape really outdid itself lately! Not sure if it is the advantage of watching almost everything at home with better sound in headsets that really let you drown in the sound. (and the non-annoyance of Cinema popcorn noise and often not optimal sound...) But no complaint on top of composers and supervisors giving us the right tunes at the right time conveying the right vibes, praises are seriously due to all that enhances things for our auditory pleasure from mixers to foley to engineer to musicians...

ALL QUIET ON THE WESTERN FRONT (*How fitting that the first movie alphabetically is the one with thhose dread-inducing 3 notes! Most Memorable Notes of Movie Year 2022) APOLLO 10 1⁄2 ATHENA BABYLON BANSHEES OF INESHERIN BARDO BLACK PANTHER: WAKANDA FOREVER BLONDE ELVIS EVERYTHING EVERYWHERE ALL AT ONCE INU-HO LIVING MEN PACIFICTION RRR TAR TED K THE STRANGER THE STRANGER WHITE NOISE

Bonus: Great Music Doc YOU'RE WATCHING VIDEO MUSIC BOX MOONAGE DAYDREAM

[carminavulcana]

A Matter of Mercy

I am new to the RRR fandom, and I posted my fics to AO3, but I am realizing most people read fics here. So, I am reposting my works here as well. Hope you like them. This story is called A Matter of Mercy. It is a missing scene between guilty Ram and unconscious Bheem in the aftermath of the whipping scene. Canon-compliant. No slash.

Please leave me feedback. It means the world to me. I am also taking prompts. Mostly Ram & Bheem friendship, Gen, Angst, Historical Fiction, and Hurt/Comfort.

I think I am somewhat ace so no smut or romance, but everything else is welcome :)

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Ram walked through the crowd in a daze. The sounds of the angry spectators and the pained cries of the British soldiers sounded garbled and muffled in his ears. He could hear nothing but the heavy pounding of his own heart. The only other thing he was also uncomfortably aware of was Bheem's weak and shallow breathing as his tortured body struggled to stay alive after everything it had been subjected to.

The entire right side of his own body was soaked through with Bheem's blood. And even though Bheem was as heavy as he looked, Ram felt compelled to carry him, lest he be jostled and hurt any more in the merciless arms of another policeman or soldier.

Finally, he deposited his precious cargo in the back of the police van. There was nothing more he could do.

He made his way back to the governor's house without stopping to engage the crowd or help his fellow policemen who were still being assaulted by the riotous mob. It was nothing less than a small miracle that he too wasn't pulled to the ground by the crowd, even though he, more than anyone else, deserved to be lynched for what he had done.

The hours trickled by slowly. He was congratulated by several officials for his skill with the whip, for his loyalty to the British crown, and for his ruthless adherence to imperial law. Each hand he shook tore a hole inside him. In the evening, he was honoured with a chance to take his tea with the Buxtons. After all, he had given the governor's precious wife exactly what she had wanted. Bheem's blood. And Bheem's screams.

The tea itself felt like acid going down his throat. And while he managed to gulp it down somehow, he found himself unable to take even a bite of the rich, sweet fruitcake and the scones that had been placed before him.

He recalled his last meal with Bheem. They had eaten a whole bucket of chaunsa mangoes sitting by the cool waters of the Yamuna. It had been an afternoon to remember. They had regaled each other with their lamest jokes, including a dirty one that Ram had heard in a local tavern. Unsurprisingly, it had gone over Bheem's head.

"You were supposed to laugh," Ram crossed his elbows and tapped his foot impatiently.

"Why?" Bheem asked, genuinely confused.

"Melons, Bheem, sure you know what those are?" Ram smirked.

"Yes, melons," Bheem agreed. "The fruit you get in the summer. As a child, I used to go and help with the melon harvest in the spring. Sometimes, I even brought a few home. They were nice enough. But nothing compares with mangoes. Truly, it is the king of fruits. The Maharajadhiraja of fruits."

Ram stared at him.

"Bheem, what do you think we are talking about?"

"Fruits," Bheem smiled. "We are talking about fruits, right. I guess the topic of jokes is over! You really tell very funny ones!"

Ram didn't know whether to laugh or to explain the joke to Bheem. How could a grown man not know what melons referred to?

Ram chuckled at the memory. Sweet, naïve, innocent Bheem.

But today, at least a part of that innocence had been stolen from him. Never again would he be so guilelessly trusting of a smooth-talking stranger. That is, if he survived.

Ram knew the governor was not yet done with Bheem. There was a final act of humiliation that was left to commit against him. A very public hanging.

Ram had seen people hanged before. It was never pretty. The victims sometimes wet themselves. Some lost control of their bowels. And the mechanics of hanging were such that the dying body's eyes bulged out of their sockets and blood vessels broke, leaving the face frozen in a mask of grotesque agony.

Was that to be Bheem's fate? The thought made Ram bolt to the bathroom and vomit out the meager amount of tea he had consumed along with a significant quantity of bile.

How could he have strayed so far off the correct path? This couldn't have been what his baba wanted? Was baba watching him from somewhere up there? Was he proud of him? Or was he ashamed that his beloved son, destined to be a revolutionary, had somehow turned into the very monster he had sworn to fight?

For hours together, he sat lost in thought. He tried to release his anger and frustration on walls and inanimate objects as he usually did, but nothing would drive the melancholic steel of Bheem's song from his mind. Bheem's resigned face, beautiful and poised even in such unrelenting torment, swam before his eyes.

He could not let Bheem die.

But injured as badly as he was, there was no way he would survive the night without medical attention.

Ram waited for the lights to go out before making his move.

It took him the better part of an hour to reach the station Bheem was being held at. Now that he was a senior special officer, clearly in the good graces of Her Ladyship Madam Catherine Buxton, he was easily granted access to the unconscious prisoner.

"Leave," he commanded the guards. They saluted him and complied without question or comment

Finally, alone and unwatched by prying eyes, he allowed the veil of indifference to slip from his face. Swallowing back the bile that rose again in his throat, he stepped closer to the prone form of the man who had come to mean so much to him in such a short time.

Legs shaking uncontrollably, he pushed himself the floor and gingerly drew Bheem's dark head into his lap.

His hair was stuck to his scalp, sticky and matted with drying blood. More blood stained his lips, his chin, and his throat. On closer inspection, Ram saw the wounds that had caused Bheem's dhoti to become so drenched with red.

His thighs. So, the whip really had done its damage. Bitterly, Ram congratulated himself for his skill as a torturer. And another pang of guilt hit him. Those wounds had definitely been pulled and ripped even wider when they hung that metal block from his feet.

Terrified and drowning in a sea of emotions he could barely scratch the surface of, he brought his face closer to Bheem's and allowed himself the undeserved comfort of feeling Bheem's cheek beneath his own. He closed his eyes and let the tears come. This would be his only opportunity to cry. And there was no one he could cry in front of; no one except for his dear, dear friend who he had betrayed in a heartbeat.

In those moments of silence and misery, he heard the rattling of death in Bheem's still-laboured breaths.

He was torn.

Should he let Bheem go? Let him go and allow him a relatively quick and private exit from a life that was now sure to be nothing but more pain and hell? Or fight for him this time? So that he, Ram, could have a chance to right this great wrong?

It would be a long shot. The odds of failure were much higher than the odds of success. The consequences of failure would be unbearable.

Ram could not bear the thought of Bheem being hanged publicly. He could not blink away the horrifying vision of Bheem losing his dignity in his final moments, broken down to nothing but a stupid, pitiable animal about to be put down.

But could he watch him die now? Or was he such a coward that he could not even bear to witness the results of his own barbarity?

"You cannot die," Ram whispered. With great gentleness, he placed Bheem's head back on the hard stone floor.

"Don't give up just yet," he pleaded with his unconscious friend. "You have to get Malli home. You promised you would."

*****

"Medical attention?" The station in-charge looked confused. "The likes of him don't deserve medical attention. Besides, it would be wasted on him. Our own personnel need the services and the supplies of the physician after the stupid mob beat some of them senseless."

"He will die without medical attention," Ram ground out. "The physician must see to him. Now."

"Then let him die," the other man retorted. "He is anyway a dead man. You heard the governor, didn't you? They will hang him in two days. What is the point in saving him when he is already practically dead?"

Ram closed his eyes and calmed his raging nerves. It was now or never. This was the time to bring out the best of his acting abilities.

"His Lord and Her Ladyship will not be pleased if he croaks without their permission," he said dangerously. "Lady Buxton would want to see him hang; conscious of each excruciating moment as the noose tightens around his worthless neck.... And if she cannot have his neck, I assure you it will be yours."

The station in-charge, suitably cowed by Ram's words, nodded wearily and summoned the physician. Inwardly, Ram sighed in relief.

"Since this is all about pleasing Her Ladyship, I assume you don't want him any more comfortable than is strictly necessary," the in-charge ventured cautiously. "Painkillers are a carefully rationed medicine. We can't afford to waste any on him."

Ram blinked in disbelief.

What? No. Of course, Bheem needed painkillers. He had to be swimming in a sea of pain. If anyone needed painkillers right that moment, it was him.

But Ram also recognised a lost battle when he saw one. Much as he wanted Bheem to have some relief from the pain, he couldn't risk blowing his cover yet.

"Indeed," he intoned. "Don't waste any extra medicine on him. Just keep him alive until the hanging."

A few minutes later, the physician arrived. Ram wanted to stay and ask questions about Bheem's condition. He wanted to make sure that his friend would live and recover from this.

But by the looks the station in-charge was giving him, he had already overstayed his welcome.

And time was of the essence. He had to move to the next stage of his plan.

"May the Gods have mercy on you, Bheem," he prayed silently as the physician retreated into the injured man's dank cell. "And may they have mercy on my black soul."

Ram didn't know if he would ever get to speak to Bheem again. His own death was certain, now that he had chosen his path. But maybe he would get a moment to beg for forgiveness. Just a moment.

That night, sleep eluded Ram, which was fine, because he had prepared his bed for his final rest. There was only one task ahead of him.

Bheem would live to fight another day.

[sxrrandomfanfics]

RRR Playlist

Explanations under cut

Raz himself

Little Lion Man - Mumford and Sons

Saint Bernard - Lincoln

Bad Day - Daniel Powter

The Story Animatic Idea

DAGames Founders Pack - DAGames

The Regret Quartet

Soldier, Poet, King - The Oh Hellos

Here We Are - Toby Fox

NK (precorruption)

Everything at Once - Lenka

Take Me to Church - Hozier (now privated)

Agent

Are You Satisfied? - Marina

Rat - Penelope Scott

Camper

Everybody Likes You - Lemon Demon

Tick Tock (cover) - Shadrow

Ghost - Mystery Skulls

Jackalope

Wonderland - CG5

You're Gonna Go Far, Kid - The Offspring

The Circus

Meat Circus (cover) - Man on the Internet

Zombie - The Cranberries

Circus of the Dead - TryHardNinja

Zombie & The Aquatos

Be Alone - TheFatRat (now privated and deleted from the playlist)

"Death Defying Aquatos"

Amalgam - Toby Fox

Turn the Lights Off - Tally Hall

The Nothing King

The Nowhere King - featured in Centaurworld

FNF Corruption "Chiller" - fluffyhairs and simplycrispy (However, it is mostly in the sense of a bad ending that was never posted)

Zero Two cover - Man on the Internet

Kikuo - 天国へ行こう "Tengoku he ikou"

NK (bad end)

people eater - sodikken

NK (redemption that wasn't meant to be.)

Under My Control/C-R-O-W-N-E-D - Juno Songs

freaks - Jordan Clark

Monster - Skillet

Raz is fine now!

True Colors - Cyndi Lauper

The Call - Regina Spektor

You Can Be King Again - Laurne Aquilina

Don't Forget (Extended Cover) - Echo Flower Productions

Don't Forget (Extended Cover) - Caleb Hyles

Raz vs ???

Theophany - Codydude55

Confrontation - featured in Jekyll & Hyde

The Mind Electric - Miracle Musical

Listen to Your Heart - DHT (now privated)

Agent and Zombie, mourning

Circus Hop - YonKaGor

Safe and Sound - Taylor Swift

[misfxts]

What Lies Beneath?

Tagged by: Stolen, but it’s fine. Thank u @azurescaled​ Tagging: You wanna kill some time? By all means.

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄.  

Name: Ami Ichisada

Eye color:  Grey, though some see blue. 

Hair style / color:  Dirty blonde in color, appears wild and unkempt; reminiscent of poofy hair from the 70′s and 80′s, but not frizzy.

Clothing style: Mixture of punk, grunge, and alternative.

Best physical feature: ....you know.

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄.  

Your fears: “Losing control of my autonomy.”

Your guilty pleasure: “Carbs! Love my bread and pastas.”

Your ambitions for the future: “Expand business, make some breakthroughs.. y’know. Just be so damn successful.”

𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑺.  

Your first thoughts waking up: “Thinking about what to make for breakfast for myself and Osamu, if I need to use the bathroom. My daily routines-- you know, the usual.”

What you think about most: “Osamu, work, mostly.”

What you think about before bed: “What I gotta do the next day...probably some of those good ol’ midnight thoughts too.”

What you think your best quality is: “Is it not obvious?” (Vaguely gestures to herself) “I’m fucking awesome, and hot! Everyone with eyes knows that.”

𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻’𝑺 𝑩𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹?  

Single or group dates: “Single, group dates is just hanging out with buddies in my eyes.”

To be loved or respected: “...Loved.”

Beauty or brains: “Hmm.. Beauty, brains is just a bonus.”

Dogs or cats: “I'm going cats.”

𝑫𝑶 𝒀𝑶𝑼…  

Lie: “Sure, who doesn’t?”

Believe in yourself: "I radiate confidence, if you haven’t already noticed.”

Believe in love: “It’s a nice thought.”

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑩𝑬𝑬𝑵…  

Been on stage: “Yeah, for my old job.”

Done drugs: "Nothing hard, just recreational.”

Changed who you were to fit in: “Mmmm... don’t want to think about that.”

𝑭𝑨𝑽𝑶𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑬𝑺.  

Favorite color: “Red”

Favorite animal: “Cats are pretty nice.”

Favorite movie: “RRR.”

Favorite book: "Hamlet? Fuck, I haven’t picked up a book since highschool... like a serious one, I have joke ones but I don’t think those count.”

Favorite game: “Party games. Like King’s game, truth or dare, stuff like that.”

𝑨𝑮𝑬.  

Day your next birthday will be: “July 5th.”

How old will you be: “Another year in my 20′s, I guess.”

Age you lost your virginity: “Oh, easy! 14.”

𝑰𝑵 𝑨 𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑶𝑵.  

Best personality: “Funny, rolls with the punches.”

Best eye color: “I don’t care that much.”

Best hair color: "...I also don’t care much about that.”

Best thing to do with a partner: “Cuddle, be in each other’s presence I guess.”

𝑭𝑰𝑵𝑰𝑺𝑯 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬.  

I love: “My friends.”

I feel: “Confident.”

I hide: “Myself.”

I miss: “My Uncle.”

I wish: “I was better.”

[mceproductions]

Better Late Than Never (2022 Countdown Recap)

Hi, never did this 2 weeks ago but here are the countdown results. 

Best of 2022

  Movies

 1. Everything Everywhere All At Once

2. Top Gun: Maverick

3. Nope

4. The Batman

5. Black Panther: Wakanda Forever

6. Avatar: The Way of Water

7. The Bobs Burgers Movie and Sonic the Hedgehog 2

8. Black Adam and Turning Red

9.  Elvis

10. Jurassic World Dominion

11. Uncharted and The Woman King

12. Jackass Forever

13. Scream

14. Thor Love and Thunder and Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness

15. Marry Me

  Runners Up:

Lightyear

The Bad Guys

Fantastic Beasts: The Secrets of Dumbledore

Chip & Dale Rescue Rangers

Weird: The Al Yankovic Story

  Worst

 1. Morbius

2. Firestarter

3. Pinocchio

  Honorable Mention:

RRR

   TV Shows

  Best New Show Nominee* Winner ^

  1. The Orville (Hulu)

2. Stranger Things (Netflix)

3. Yellowstone (Paramount TV)

4. Better Call Saul (AMC)

5. The Late Show with Stephen Colbert (CBS)

6. My Hero Academia (ADULT SWIM)

7. Attack on Titan (ADULT SWIM)

8. SNL (NBC)

9. Abbott Elementary (ABC)^

10. House of the Dragon (HBO)*

11. Late Night with Seth Meyers (NBC)

12. Last Week Tonight with John Oliver (HBO) and The Boys (Amazon Prime)

13. Spy X Family (Crunchyroll)* and The Daily Show (Comedy Central)

14. The Good Doctor (ABC) and Real Time with Bill Maher (HBO)

15. Obi-Wan Kenobi (Disney+)

16. Moon Knight (Disney+)

17. 1883 (Paramount+)

18. RWBY: Ice Queendom (Crunchyroll/Rooster Teeth)

19. Peacemaker (HBO MAX)*

20. The Simpsons (FOX)

21. Bridgerton (Netflix)

22. LOTR The Rings of Power (Amazon Prime)

23. Arthur (PBS) and Andor (Disney+)*

24. Star Wars: Tales of the Jedi (Disney+)

25. Young Sheldon (CBS)

  Runners Up:

Hawkeye (Disney+)

The Book of Boba Fett (Disney+)

Lycoris Recoil (Crunchyroll)

Halo (Paramount+)

Grey’s Anatomy (ABC)

  Honorable Mention: South Park (Comedy Central)

  Worst:

 1. And Just Like That… (HBO MAX)

2. Fairview (Comedy Central)

3. Housing Complex C (ADULT SWIM)

    Music

   1. Encanto Cast “We Don’t Talk About Bruno”

2. JungKook “Dreamers”

3. Gen Hoshino “Comedy”

4. Lady Gaga “Hold My Hand”

5. Rihanna “Lift Me Up”

6. Harry Styles “As It Was”

7.  Kate Bush “Running Up That Hill”

8.  Ed Sheeran “Celestial”

9.  Taylor Swift “Anti-Hero”

10. Kylie McNeil and Millennium Parade “U”

11. Lizzo “About Damn Time” and The Weeknd “Nothing Is Lost (You Give Me Strength)”

12. Sim “The Rumbling”

13. Weird Al Yankovic “Now You Know”

14. OneRepublic “I Aint Worried”

15. Jennifer Lopez and Maluma “Marry Me”

16. Porter Robinson “Everything Goes On”

17. Shawn Mendes “Top of The World”

18. Beyonce “Break My Soul”

19. Bobs Burgers Cast “Sunny Side Up Summer”

20. Adam Pascal, Ty Taylor, Rory Donavan, Derek Klena and Rogers The Musical Cast “Save The City (I Can Do This All Day)”

21. Elton John And Britney Spears “Hold Me Closer”

22. Ed Sheeran “Shivers”

23. Void_Chords “Beyond Selves”

24. Kevin Bacon and Old 97’s “Here It Is Christmastime”

25. BTS “Yet To Come”

26. The Weeknd “Out of Time”

27. Jack Harlow “First Class”

28. Charlie Puth “Left and Right”

29. Coldplay and Selena Gomez “Let Somebody Go”

30.  Charli XCX “Beg for You”

 Runners Up:

Jennifer Lopez “On My Way”

Son Lux and Randy Newman “Now Were Cooking”

JIN “The Astronaut”

Tems “No Woman No Cry”

Jessica Darrow “Surface Pressure”

 Honorable Mention:

Tommee Profit And Fleurie “Chasing Cars”

 Worst

 1. RuPaul “Smile”

2. Post Malone “Chip & Dale Rescue Rangers Theme Song”

3. Kid Rock “We the People”

   Game of The Year

 Nominee* Winner^

 Elden Ring^

God of War: Ragnarok*

Lego Star Wars: The Skywalker Saga*

Pokemon Legends: Arceus*

Horizon Forbidden West*

 Worst

 Crossfirex

[shawty-writes-a-little]

Ever yours 1.

Ram (RRR) x princess!reader

Summary: this is the very first chapter it’s not much happens but you’ll see the story is based off of this

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: Period drama misogyny? Mention of a dead parent? Let me know if I missed any

An: Hi hi I’m not really sure a lot of people will like this but well it took me days to write it so well

—

The halls of the great palace fell silent with screeching of day birds outside, the only other sound y/n could focus on. No servant dared come in, her father who strolled around the council room without a word which made it even harder for her to anticipate if he was actually angry. Of course he was. But he seemed to be more distressed as of now as y/n sat in her seat slouching with no intention to take any of his opinionated theories in consideration. Their views of the British government always clashed and there were countless quarrels. Neither restrictions or telling off ever made a difference to y/n. He was a good father to y/n, truly. Having to grow up without a mother she never felt a need of anything missing with her father. Sure it had its hurdles but he saw to it she never lacked anything she wished for. Though she never saw her father as the right ruler. Ever.

Y/n was entitled to change that but things were about to take a drastic turn this time. “I warned you! I warned you countless times!” Her father sighed while he continued to walk back and forth deep in thought.

“Yes father-“ y/n had the most uninterested tone ever. She considered this to be their usual-where her father would again scold her and try to tell her off for speaking up against the British rule and she would nod for what it felt like forever but was barely a matter of minutes and forget everything he said as soon as she walked out of the room.

“I knew this would happen-I knew your acts would leave me no choice!” He muttered as he continued to stroll in distress.

“Choice? What do you mean there’s nothing to choose I’m not going anywhere!” She declared but in a subtle manner.

“It’s not something you can disregard this time! The British government has a warrant against your name.” Her father reminded her yet nothing fazed her as much. A number of times y/n’s “rebellious” campaigns against the British government attained a warning, a concerning amount of warnings to her father but none that mattered to her.

“And what about it? It’s just one warrant after another-do you really expect me to take them seriously?”

“It is serious this time.” He passed the government stamped document towards her end of the table “They have asked for you to leave the state by the end of this month.”

Y/n took a quick glance on the paper which yet didn’t hold much means to her “So they are announcing for me to leave the state? The heir to the state? Father I’m your only daughter and you’ll let this happen?!”

“Its out of my hands this time if you remember I reminded you again and again to stop your rebels! Those dammed rallies and what not but you didn’t listen!”

“I did it for the good of our state! This is our land! Our people- they need us father! The government is charging double taxes from them! They have to live by their rules, grow their crops and they don’t even get anything in the end either they’re stripped of off the most basic human rights-the increasing debts—“

“It’s how it is! They are the government!” Her father interrupted her before she could go on.

“They aren’t! They are ruling us and so called royalties like you are letting them-your family line was trusted and respected by the people of your state for generations for us to live in the palace with luxuries in return they demand basic support against invaders as is their right but apparently they have a coward for a king who can’t do anything against the whites.” Y/n huffed placing her hands on the table, keeping in mind her tone went a bit offset.

“Do not cross lines here young lady it’s not as simple as holding rallies, a few strikes, gathering young troops, patriotic speeches, setting police stations on fires. I’m sure you are aware three British officers died in that?” He argued as it set y/n at unease. Not because the cruel dehumanising officers of the state died but the fact that she had a hand in everything and her father knew of it? Did he?

“My condolences for that but I’m not sure what you’re implying here father” she shifted in her seat clearing her throat.

“And here I thought you could’ve possibly gotten better at lying by now” he smiled to himself “I know everything that happens in the state y/n, especially everything you are involved in.”

“Alright fine a few British officers died—against countless of innocents that die when these officers are even slightly inconvenienced-did you know about that?”

“Why do you think I turned a blind eye on your activities?” He questioned, the entire time knowing of y/n’s involvement in everything he had decided to let her do as she pleased. Deep down he was aware she wasn’t going to do anything wrong, to her she did not do anything wrong at all. But things changed as the provoking of government took a more serious step “I’m not against what you do or did but I told you about the consequences over and over and-“

“Are you actually suggesting I leave the state? No why don’t you use the right word I am exiled from the state aren’t I?” She scoffed.

“I know it’s upsetting but it doesn’t leave us a choice.” He reasoned being very calm with y/n who didn’t have a problem with leaving the state at all. She’d always wanted to secretly. Join a campaign in the cities with more action of protest. Oppose alongside the big leaders but her father would’ve never let her, this seemed like an opportunity to her but she had to act like it was unsettling.

“I’ll leave then. I’ll leave to Lucknow maybe—Agra? Maybe join a small session somewhere.” She shrugged trying to seem not into the idea of having greater freedom to protest with bigger resources.

“What rubbish! You’re my only daughter and you really think I would let you off on your own just wandering around? I have made some arrangements for you in Delhi.” He declared quite troubled on the inside on what he was going to say next. How moreover.

Delhi. The capital. “Alright whatever you have decided goes.” Y/n shrugged almost jumping on the inside. She could protest on such high levels from the capital.

“Ever since you were born y/n, it’s just been you and me, your whole life. You have been the biggest blessing I could ask for. Though it seems I can’t keep you in the palace all your life-you would have been a great ruler after me.” He said with genuine content, proud of the brave daughter he’d raised. “It would put me at ease if I knew you were safe at the capital.” He continued.

“I assure you father I would be just as safe as I have always been.” I wouldn’t have to sneak out of the palace to attend rallies. No more palace troops following me everywhere to tell on me. No more British officers in direct contact with father. Is all y/n had her mind around.

“That is why—I have made some arrangements.” He cleared his throat “You are to be wed to someone from the capital.”

Y/n stared at him in unexpected shock, “Wed? As in get married?” She asked to confirm if she understood what he said correctly.

“Yes y/n, marriage. I know it’s not the step you planned to take in near future but I’ve met him and-“

“OH YOU HAVE MET HIM ALREADY? A ‘he’ is decided already? Was this your plan all along?!” She stood up from her seat immediately almost angry on the absurdity of the situation.

“You don’t realise the seriousness of this warrant y/n you won’t able to come back here! You will have Ram look after you he’s a good man you would be safe!” Her father yet upset about this himself tried to reason with her.

“I don’t even know this Ram and I can very well look after myself. I will not be marrying some stranger.” She scowled turning to leave but her father called out again.

“Without your mother-“

“Do not bring up mother again it isn't going to get you anywhere!” She turned out with frown but her father took slow steps towards the seats and settled himself.

“I have fulfilled all your wishes ever since you were a child-every dress you ever liked, finest teachers when you wanted to learn anything, taught you sword fighting myself, you wanted to get a degree—go to university I have never once refused anything you wanted. I won’t be around much longer-“

“Father don’t say that-“ she huffed, always annoyed whenever that was brought up. She knew no one was to live forever but the idea of father leaving her sooner or later was something she hated to ever think of. She never imagined a life of getting married or ever leaving the fort as the heir she didn’t need to. The law changed everything for her but as long as father was around nothing seemed difficult.

“It’s true-wether you like to speak of it or not. Don’t you think I would pass away peacefully knowing you are well? This is all I ask for.” He insinuated peacefully as y/n had a considering look on her face.

“I would do anything for you but-“

“Ram is a good man! He is just like you-a young rebel like you are he won’t get in your way!” He said cheerily if that could intrigue her. It did.

“Really? How do you know of him?” She questioned as a spark of interest in this ‘Ram’ rose in her.

“I knew his father, he died in a crossfire against the British-Ram was barely just 10 at the time.”

Oh.

This certainly changed how she viewed things. She did all she could to fight against the government but she hasn’t seen anything up close this way. The way Ram would have growing up she thought.

“I am your father y/n I wouldn’t force you into anything. But I am sure about this one and I would never make the wrong choice for you.” He smiled courteously as she nodded.

“Can I think about this?”

—

AN: hello if this does blow up? It actually takes me a while to write stuff I’m in grade 11 science and the world around me has SHAMBLED (Indian education system slay) so please don’t be mad if it takes me a while to post next part 🕺

Drink water babe <3333

Tags 🏷 @softieekayy @directioner5life @haloxmendes @adikavy @thewinchestergirl1208 @ummmmmmmmmmsiii @saanjh-sakhi @mish-ka

[hetaestoniahq]

Nothing But Ashes

Listen to the song here and support the creator!

(Estonia)

After all I’ve accepted for him, he turns his back on me.

I was ready to fight for him, beside him, but he still refuses to see.

I cannot take the pain, how can no one see the gashes?

Soon he too will feel the ache, when there’s nothing left but ashes.

I felt dizzy in his gaze, he promised me safety and new light.

But what I didn’t understand then, it was all just a lie.

The flame he lit in me, set this raging forest fire.

Now it’s his turn to burn, and I’ll be the one to light his pyre.

one to light his pyre

It's too late! Let’s you and I watch the flames reach up higher.

And higher.

It’s no use! I’m done listening to the words of a liar.

You liaaa-rrr

It was your spark that started this blaze.

Now we’re standing face to face.

With this giant mess you’ve made.

But I’ll finally get my way!

You were more than content to watch me burn.

So it’s my turn.

He caused this switch in me, set my fate on this path

And so I walk alone, on my own, I’ll be igniting my wrath.

Although I’ve failed before, tonight I will fulfill my desire.

And then he’ll feel the pain I felt when he’s consumed by my fire.

These wounds I bare beneath my skin are finally coming to light.

I’ll show The Order, I’ll show them all! My time to shine is tonight.

I see my chance, I’ll make my move, while the sky is lit up with flashes.

I’ll watch them burn, only then he will learn when there is nothing left but ashes.

Nothing left but ashes!

You’re too late! Let’s you and I watch the flames reach up higher.

And higher.

:It’s no use!...

(Denmark)

After all this time, you still refuse to heal?

So now I’m to pay for the scars you reveal?

They’re in your fire but it’s my choice what will burn.

You’ve told your truth and so now it’s my turn.

You’re too late! Let’s you and I watch the flames reach up higher.

And higher.

(It’s too late, we’ve let this betrayal begin to screech out higher, and higher)

It’s no use! I’m done listening to the words of a liar.

(It’s no use, I know that I’ll wear the mark of a promise breaker,)

You liaaa-rrr

(A promise breaker)

It was your spark that started this blaze.

(Decisions for religion started this blaze.)

Now we’re standing face to face.

(Now we’re standing face to face.)

With this giant mess you’ve made.

(This mess I helped create,)

But I’ll finally get my way!

(but I’ll finally clear the way.)

You were more than content to watch me burn.

(He had all intents to let it all burn,)

So it’s my turn!

(But it's my turn.)

✨Analysis and explanation on the lyrics✨

Based around the start of the St. George’s Night Uprising which began on April 23rd 1343 with a house on fire on a hill in Harria (Danish Estonia territory)

The choice of song is meant to capture Estonia’s perspective and what he feels, my depiction of that time being that it was his lowest point mentally and the uprising was his snapping point, Denmark being the first to get involved with trying to stop the uprising, a little shaken by this sudden outburst. I made minor changes to the lyrics to make it fit the characters perfectly.

Piece of context because it's relevant for the song: In 1329 Denmark’s King Christopher/Christoffer II made a promise that Denmark would never sell off the territories of Danish Estonia. Due to difficulties in Denmark, plans to sell off Estonia began, these plans especially resuming, after a series of events, in 1340 and 1341, having even asked for forgiveness from the Pope for breaking the promise.

It should be noted the situation in Danish Estonia for Estonians was significantly better than in Livonia, where all Estonians were reduced to slaves or serfdom depending on what you want to call it.

After all I’ve accepted for him, he turns his back on me.

Subtle change, since Estonia hasn’t done that much for Den in a sense, at least not of value, though the original lyrics fit too, I think my change puts more emphasis on what he did exactly. He has accepted losing the crusades, losing people and freedom and having to try and accept this new religion he doesn’t like because it’s taking away his rights to having his own beliefs, and after everything Denmark now just turns his back on him?

I was ready to fight for him, beside him, but he still refuses to see.

Estonia had already actually fought for Denmark on his side, but I imagine after the promise he was especially willing to because it felt like Den could be someone he can truly trust.

I cannot take the pain, how can no one see the gashes?

Pain of feeling betrayed, the crusades are still a relatively recent wound because of its impact.

Soon he too will feel the ache, when there’s nothing left but ashes.

Our boy is gonna cause some damage. Denmark should be relieved Estonia didn’t declare all Danes to be killed, unlike with Germans.

It’s too late! Let’s you and I watch the flames reach up higher.

And higher.

It’s too late for Denmark to go back now with his mistakes and prevent Estonia from starting this whole thing. Estonians would proceed to burn churches and manors of all sorts, there was lots of arson.

It’s no use! I’m done listening to the words of a liar.

You liaaa-rrr

Breaking a promise can be considered like lying about truly promising something, Estonia sees anything positive that Den may have said about him a lie, breaking the promise was especially a large reason for this.

It was your spark that started this blaze.

Though the war with the German crusaders didn’t begin till 1208, Denmark was actually the first who started with crusades in 1206. This “blaze” would be referring to not only Estonia’s now betrayed trust for Denmark, but also because this snapping point has been building up to this since he initially lost to the crusades.

Now we’re standing face to face.

Self explanatory, after all that's happened now here they are, face to face with eachother.

With this giant mess you’ve made.

But I’ll finally get my way!

He sees a good chunk of this as Denmark’s fault (in general with the crusades and such) and now Den has made a mess with all this promising and not keeping it and now Estonia is going to get his way and fight to kick all the foreigners out.

You were more than content to watch me burn.

So it’s my turn.

For Estonia it especially now feels like all Denmark and Livonia only want is him to suffer and don’t care about him, so now he’s going to make them feel the same way.

He caused this switch in me, set my fate on this path

Subtle lyric change cuz paws is cat anatomy. Denmark being one of the people responsible for the forced conversion.

And so I walk alone, on my own, I’ll be igniting my wrath.

Estonia feels like he’s completely on his own with this, and he’s going to go all out.

Although I’ve failed before, tonight I will fulfill my desire.

Referring to having lost the crusades war before, and rebellions in Saaremaa also failing, but he is confident this time.

And then he’ll feel the pain I felt when he’s consumed by my fire.

Going to make Denmark feel what he felt.

These wounds I bare beneath my skin are finally coming to light.

Self-explanatory, he has not been heard when speaking up about his suffering but now it’s going to be brought to everyone’s attention, he can finally show what he thinks and feels about all this.

I’ll show the Order, I’ll show them all! My time to shine is tonight.

Changed to mention the order instead, aka Livonian order and in turn Teutonic Order, it’s his time to fight.

I see my chance, I’ll make my move, while the sky is lit up with flashes.

I’ll watch them burn, only then he will learn when there is nothing left but ashes.

Nothing left but ashes!

Since there is lots of arson, he is going to make sure there is nothing left of the churches, the priest + other religious people and germans, thinking that will also send Denmark the message of what a massive mistake he has made. He really thinks that this is the only option.

You’re too late! Let’s you and I watch the flames reach up higher.

Its now directed right towards Denmark.

And higher.

:It’s no use!..

(Denmark)

After all this time, you still refuse to heal?

Now Denmark knows that Estonia has not moved this entire time, it’s been over a century since the crusades.

So now I’m to pay for the scars you reveal?

Estonia could have moved on and tried to face the fact of how things are now, but since he is still clearly hurt and now causing chaos and destruction because of it, Denmark has to deal with the concequences.

They’re in your fire but it’s my choice what will burn.

You’ve told your truth and so now it’s my turn.

Estonia is angry, he knows, but Denmark is going to stop this uprising.

You’re too late! Let’s you and I watch the flames reach up higher.

And higher.

(It’s too late, we’ve let this betrayal begin to screech out higher, and higher)

The uprising was very sudden but held massive success when it began, it’s getting out of control and Denmark acknowledges how it’s too late to go back on everything.

It’s no use! I’m done listening to the words of a liar.

(It’s no use, I know that I’ll wear the mark of a promise breaker,)

You liaaa-rrr

(A promise breaker)

Denmark is aware and acknowledges the fact he broke a promise and hurt Estonia, he knows it will forever be written in his history.

It was your spark that started this blaze.

(Decisions for religion started this blaze.)

Changes to lyrics with Den stating how it was all started by decisions made for the sake of forcing Estonia to convert. This decision being what has brought them here now.

Now we’re standing face to face.

(Now we’re standing face to face.)

With this giant mess you’ve made.

(This mess I helped create,)

But I’ll finally get my way!

(But I’ll finally clear the way.)

Denmark acknowledges his fault in all of this and knows he it's his job to fix it.

You were more than content to watch me burn.

(He had all intents to let it all burn,)

Denmark knows that Estonia is intending to now do as much damage as needed to get them all out. I also like to think that by not actually stating about the content part, it is likely implying he didn’t actually intend to hurt Estonia and is likely surprised to hear Estonia think that.

So it’s my turn!

(But it’s my turn.)

Now it’s Denmark’s turn to fix all this shit, with the help of both Orders, because with how big this is he can't do it alone.

Thank you so much if you read the whole thing! I very truly appreciate it because I thought long and hard about all of this. Any reblogs and such would be very appreciated!

Also don't mind me if I post more art about it.

[ask-robin-fea]

[Meanwhile, Robin and the others were trying to fight Risen King Chrom.]

[Robin and Chrom locked blades.]

“Rrr... Chrom, why are you doing this...?! What the hell happened to you...?!”

“You haven’t figured it out yet...? And here I thought you were the ‘Master Tactation’.”

“Although I will say this..., I shall stop at nothing to drain Kailey of her life essence!”

[He casted a devastating thunder spell on Robin.]

[Robin dropped to the ground, the thunder magic had rendered him unconscious.]

@vulgarskullask

[highdwightofmylife]

Dwight, Jake and David accident walking s/o got out the shower and who is fully nude?

SFW and NSFW

it is time that the gryff returns from the abyss

[SFW] Them Walking In On S/O After a Shower

David King

Opens door. 

Looks respecftully.

Zones out.

“David,” you urge. 

He snaps to attention. Eyes go from your body to your eyes. 

Smirks. Right eyebrow quirks up. “Tha’s my baby.” 

Does a stupid kissy face and then leaves and leaves the door open. 

Dwight Fairfield

Dwight opens the door, unaware you’re even in the bathroom, he’s just in a world of his own. He opens the door, sees you, and then. A shriek. It just fucking explodes out of him and then gets caught in his throat and he chokes. 

S t e a m e d g l a s s e s.

He’ll hurriedly try to leave but he’s so disoriented that he fucking HEADBUTTS THE DOOR with SUCH FORCE. Fumbles, almost falls over. LEAVES IN A FLASH. “I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean- I didn’t know you were- Ohmygod please don’t think I’m-”

I’m imagining you just chilling there like lmao we’ve been dating this long and mans still a blessed mess

You find him on the bed, face down. Bright red ears. Dwight.exe has stopped working.

he will not look you in the eye for three days

Jake Park

Knows you were in the bathroom. Thought you were just brushing your teeth or something. Went to ask you something.

“Hey, Y/N, do you remember where I put my-” He’s caught you about to wrap a towel around yourself. Not in time for the towel to cover anything. “Oh.” 

Blushing. Averting his eyes. Slightly stumbles, “o-oh, whoops. My bad. I saw nothing.” Even if you’ve seen each other naked at that point in your relationship. Mans is respectful. We stan him.

Waits outside the door, asks the original question he had through it. Not really phased too much. 

[NSFW under the cut]

i say nsfw but this is really tame as fuck. barely even nsfw. 

David King

As mentioned in the SFW section, David really isn’t bashful about it. No nerves. 

If you’re comfortable with it at that point in the relationship, David will... Offer to join. 

“Looks cold in there, love. You need me?”

“I’m not even in the shower anymore David, you’re too late.”

He’ll look you in the eye. Think it over. And then he picks up whatever the closest thing is (happens to be his shaving foam) and fucking squirts it at you with the most nonchalant expression. “Whoops, looks like you need another one. Let me help ya.”

So you get in the shower. He strips (and does almost trip over his own trousers, the man isn’t smooth), and you better make room for him.

David is a firm lover of shower fucking. He has the strength to hold you against the wall just fine. 

Expect both of you to just sit there in the tub after you’re done with the shower still pouring. Just contemplating existence and living life.

Dwight Fairfield

Will never OFFER it, but you’re welcome to tease him. Invite him on over. “Dwight, you’re so faaarrr....”

Looks at you. Looks at the ceiling. Looks at shampoo bottles. Looks at the wall. So nervous. “R... Run that by me again?”

“Dwight, come over.”

man if steam could literally blow out of his ears

But he does come over. Don’t have to tell him again. You have to grab his hands and pull him to you though because he won’t look at you until you’ve got him. He feels rude for staring so he tries not to but by god you’re so attractive to him it’S HARD

Would rather not fuck in a bathroom but if you take him by the hand and lead him somewhere more comfortable then.... Be my guest. 

Jake Park

He comes in, see’s you, apologizes and then leaves.

But he holds onto the door handle on the outside and. “You uh... Nice. You look nice.”

You can either invite him in or ask him to meet you somewhere. Doesn’t matter. He’s down. 

Also the man will try shower sex if you want him to but by god he’s not strong enough to hold you up against the wall for that long. A little while? Sure. 

[ssson-of-sparda]

A TRIP TO THE BEACH - PART 2 (DANTE X FEM!READER)

Summary: When Dante shows up, Patty finally learns how things ended between Y/N and him but that's not the kind of ending she likes. (Part 5 of A Tab To Erase) (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

Tags: Dante is Tony Redgrave / Love / Angst / Blood and Gore / Minor Character Death / Violence

Author’s note: This is the end! I hope you enjoyed this fan fiction as much as I enjoyed writing it. I can't wait to read your thoughts about it. Is it the end you expected? How did you imagine it? Tell me everything. I'm all ears

Patty dared peeping from above the headrest of the couch when the woman opened the door, definitely curious to see the two adults’ reactions when they would finally see each other – though she still feared Dante’s wrath a little.                 But when she finally saw them face-to-face, this couple she had been imagining – and rooting for - for weeks, she didn’t care about her friend’s anger or disappointment - He would definitely thank her later - . They looked so perfect, like coming from an episode of one of those telenovelas she loved so much. Dante was towering Y/N perfectly and she was so pretty. And the lighting.  Gosh “Like a scene from a movie.” She sighed. If only she could read their minds right now.      “There you are, young lady!” Dante declared with a menacing finger as he entered the house            “Hi Dante! What are you doing here?” Patty tried to play innocent but there was something in her voice that couldn’t fool Dante. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I never thought this annoying little brat would dare come here … or steal my stuff.”  “That’s alright, Dante. We were having fun actually. And at least, that girl dared visit me … unlike someone else.” Dante definitely felt that sting and he knew he deserved it. “How long has it been?” “A while.” He said, pretending to be casual even though he had the right amount of years and months in mind. “And this day never happened. Come on, Patty. Let’s go.”             No, no, no. This couldn’t end like that. Patty thought. Not after all this time. “Can I at least finish my tea please?”                  “ I’ll buy you a tea on the way back to Red Grave. Let’s go!” Dante insisted as he came closer to the girl to grab her by the arm and drag her away from Y/N’s place as fast as possible. “Right. Like I’m going to believe you. You never buy me anything, even when you owe me.” Y/N smiled while Dante sighed deeply. “Damn it.”                  “ Plus, you still owe me a trip to the beach.”   “ Alright. I’ll take you to the beach. You happy? Now let’s go.” He tried to pull her from the sofa but the girl resisted.             “ Or … you can let Y/N finish her story.” Patty suggested. Dante glanced at Y/N whom he hadn’t seen go to the kitchen to prepare him a strawberry sundae. “Actually I’d prefer that. Y/N can you continue your story, please?”   “ Well, maybe Dante can tell you so that you can finally erase his tab while I’m making this devil a strawberry sundae. Topped with a cherry and two pink wafers, is that it?”           “I don’t know. You’re the pro.” He had a faint smile at her that Patty noticed and beamed at. About time. “Where did you stop you damn story?”

A TRIP TO THE BEACH - Part 2

Dante was sitting at his desk, eyes closed, a magazine covering his face while he was listening to some good old school metal on the jukebox he had just acquired when the damn machine starting to sizzle and shake. “You gotta be kidding me.” Dante complained and, with a deep sigh, got up from his chair to kick the jukebox like Y/N had once taught him. “Funny how those machines always need a good kick to work.”          When he thought of his beloved girlfriend and realised how late it was, he wondered how the hell she had not arrived yet. It was very dark outside and the clock was striking one. The restaurant should be closed by now and Y/N should have been in his arms at least an hour ago, naked preferably.

Not sure Patty needs to know that.

Worry tied Dante’s stomach in a knot in spite of his sleepy brain screaming at him not to be paranoid. “Relax, Dante. She’s probably helping clean the kitchen or something”, he told himself     And yet, tired of repeating this sentence over and over again in his head, he decided to grab his coat and head to the diner. Better be paranoid and look like fool rather than wait here and worry one more second. Plus, he had waited long enough already and he had made a fool of himself in front of Y/N more than once. So what was one more time, huh?

But when Dante arrived at the restaurant and found it empty and dark, he wished he looked like a paranoid fool. But he was not paranoid and he was not a fool. He was terrified and alert in ways he hadn’t been for years. “Please be okay.” He whispered as he entered the place, feeling once again like a little boy hidden in a cupboard, crying for mommy and his brother. A ghastly feeling for someone who had spent years burying his past deep in his armoured heart as a promise … a dying wish.

Dante climbed the stairs quickly, very quickly and yet not quickly enough to his taste, only to stop and freeze at the sight and smell of warm blood on the wooden floor. But there was not just iron and salt flowing to his nostrils, there was this stench, rotting and disgusting, a stench only his demon sense could pick but that would soon be unbearable for humans too, he was sure of it. The stench of decaying corpses.

The son of Sparda never really liked Y/N’s parents. He actually lost almost all sort of respect for them the second they insulted him and made him understand they would never approve of him or of his relationship with their precious daughter. But when he saw them both, drenched in blood and completely ripped apart, their broken bodies lying on the floor of in their bedroom, he couldn’t help but feel sadness and compassion especially for the woman who was standing in the corner of the room, petrified and in tears, her small feminine frame strongly hold in a demonic grip. A nightmarish vision that had been scaring Dante for too long.               “Took you long enough… Son of Sparda.” The demon said with a calm and yet menacing cavernous voice that would make anyone tremble in fear. But that wasn’t the sound of his voice that made Dante afraid – because yes he was afraid –

You? Afraid? Rrr, shut up!

It was the sight of the woman he loved so close to that monster’s sharp claws.           The half-demon squinted at the devil before him, at his cloaked silhouette hidden in the darkness, trying to hide his fear, turning it into a nonchalant and over-confident mask he knew how to wear better than anything else (except his red leather jacket) but that somehow didn’t look as convincing as usual. “I’m afraid you’ve got the wrong guy, pal. Sparda may have a son. But that's not me.”          “Tony, what’s going on?” Y/N’s voice was shaking just like the rest of her body.            “It’s alright, baby. I’ll get you out of here. I promise.” He had too.        “You can try and pretend to be someone else. But I know who you are. Dante, Son of Sparda. And soon, your blood will flow for what your father did to my master.” Usually, that same old routine would have made Dante scoff and slice that creature in two for he was used to demons coming at him with pathetic threats and silly villain monologues. But today, what was at stake was simply way too important for impulsiveness.           “And who would that master be?”         “The one true king of the underworld. Mundus.”

Dante had heard that name before, long ago, in something that was now a long-time memory. Mundus was the villain of his favourite bedtime story, the one his father would always tell him and Vergil before going to sleep, when they were nothing but kids tucked in their beds.            Mundus. He remembered how that name would make him fidget and jump in anticipation and how his big brother in the bed under his would always kick him through the mattress to make him stop wriggling like a hyperactive goldfish out of water.            Mundus, the so-called Prince of Darkness Sparda had cast away and locked in the underworld a long long time ago to free the human world from his diabolical tyranny. Never thought he would have ever heard about him in another context though.

“Oh. That dude. Thought he would be dead by now… like you soon will be”    “Cocky, just like that filthy betrayer Sparda.” The demon smiled, showing short pointy black fangs that yet shone in the dim moonlight. “And in love with a human, just like he was. It would be a shame …” He grabbed a strand of Y/N’s (colour) hair to toy with it with a vicious smirk, making the young woman shiver even more. “… if something were to happen to her the same way something happened to your slut mother” Dante felt his jaw clench tight and his nails pierce the flesh of his palms. The rage, it was slowly yet surely eating at him.               “Don’t you dare talk about my mother! And don’t you dare lay even just a finger on Y/N!” Dante growled, not realising he had just given his identity up. But the black demon did and with a satisfied smile, he cupped Y/N’s face in between his vile sharp claws to burry his long nose in Dante lover’s soft hair and smell her human perfume that was oh so exquisite to him. An intended provocation and an effective one.      “How chivalrous! How noble! I’m sure your father would have said the same thing…” Dante frowned and clenched his fists even tighter, trying to stay put and in control, trying desperately to resist the powerful will to pounce on that demon and impale him on his sword and spill his guts on the floor. He knew he had too because he knew that the reaction he thought so much about was exactly what that monster wanted.           He was trying to infuriate him, to make him reckless and stop thinking rationally so that he would have him at a possible advantage when he let his rage have the best of him. Provocation at its finest. A strategy Dante knew all about. “… had he been here when I and my fellow demons tore her apart.” Yes, he knew all about it and yet... “Mundus says farewell, hybrid filth.” He suddenly stopped caring about what he knew.

Dante jumped and with a scream, unsheathed his sword to slash the arm that was holding Y/N. An impulsive move, a mistake he realised only too late, when the demon pierced the soft neck of the one he loved the most with his sharp claws in an attempt to protect himself from the demonic blade.       Everything went so quick to Y/N and yet so slow to Dante. She didn’t scream. She didn’t even have time to realise what was going on or to process the sudden pain. She only understood something was wrong when her body hit the floor and she saw Dante’s icy blue eyes widen and stare at her in horror. Then she felt the blood, her blood she was quite certain of it, running along her pale skin covering it in shades of dark red.                   Dante screamed like never before, like no human could, so loud the walls trembled and the demon slightly bowed down in fear. He screamed with an anger, a rage he didn’t know he was capable of, something so deep and passionate he never thought was in him. Something fiery … something … demonic. It felt like his skin was burning, like there was a ravaging fire spreading, growing in his body, menacing to burst, to combust him. And it almost did. It almost did but it stopped just when Rebellion sliced the head of the demon open, spilling his brains and his blood on the walls behind him.   Then, there was a relief that all this was over. The fight. The fire. The fear…  No not the fear!

“Y/N” Dante ran to her and quickly pressed her body against his. His hand found her neck to apply pressure on her bloody wound. She was barely conscious but she was still with him. “I’m so sorry, baby. Hold on, I got you.” He kissed her forehead. It was so cold against his lips. “You’re gonna be okay. I promise.”

Dante stayed by her side for what seemed hours to him, holding her tight against him, trying to keep the weakening life in her safe, when finally blue and red lights began to flicker in the bedroom. What happened next was so blurry. All he could make out were a group of men dragging Y/N from his embrace, saying they would take care of her and that he had to let her go. He didn’t know how he did it but he eventually obeyed those men, in spite of his arms trying to reach for her.         He followed them- followed Y/N- to the crowded street where the nearby residents were crammed into, whispering and trying to take a peep at what was going on in this usual very quiet neighbourhood. But he didn’t care about them or their judgmental looks. All he cared about was Y/N being taken away in an ambulance.   The paramedics didn’t let him in. And in spite of how much he wanted to fight their decision, Dante chose not to. He couldn’t delay them. Y/N’s life depended on time and too much had been wasted already.

But he found her again, like he would always find her, and he spent days waiting for her to wake up, waiting for her beautiful (colour) eyes to open again, for her sweet voice to say she was alright, his hand holding hers in an eternal grip that only her awakening could break, days in which he had to think about what happened, about what could have happened and what will happen. So many hypothesis, each one worse than the last.       And when Y/N finally awoke and, with a soft smile that bear no grudges or hatred, said. “Hey handsome.” He did what he thought he should have done days ago. “We need to end this.”

***

Patty’s eyes were glowing with tears as she was staring at Dante without blinking. This was certainly the saddest love story she had ever heard in her entire life. Even Bolero in Spring had never made her feel so much. “You can’t do that!” She declared as if in denial, as if she could change the past. “The story can’t end like this!”    “But it is not a story, Patty. This is not some television show made to satisfy a bunch of hopeless romantic little girls. It’s real life. And real life is tough and …” Dante looked at Y/N, at her sad eyes and at the scar she was trying to conceal under a red silk scarf. “What’s done cannot be undone.” “But you loved each other!” The girl was almost furious, shaking her head nervously.              “Patty.” Dante said calmly.       “And you still love each other, I’m sure of it. I can tell by the way you both tell your story.”   “Patty.” Dante repeated with insistence this time.     “I won’t have this ending! No way!” She shouted with a deep frown.                  “It has already ended!” Dante screamed and Patty froze. He had never screamed at her, never in his entire life, even in times when she was incredibly annoying. He had never screamed at her. “It has ended. And neither you nor anyone can change it, okay? If it doesn’t please you, you can leave, wait in the car and go back to your mushy love series.”

There was a pregnant silence in which Patty stared at Dante with a disappointment he had never witnessed. “Y/N was right. You know how to fight demons. But you don’t know how to fight YOUR demons.” And she got up and left the house to do exactly what her beloved friend had told her, meaning wait in the car to go back to mushy love stories, leaving Dante and Y/N alone in the living room with nothing else but a heavy discomfort.

“I’m sorry for making a scene.”                “ Well, you always had a flair for the dramatic.” They both had a conspiratorial smile similar to the ones they used to share when they were younger except it was fainter, sadder. “ She read the letter, the one you wrote me” Dante said staring at his hands in discomfort. He couldn’t look at Y/N, not with all the memories rushing in his head.                  “ I figured.” But she looked at him, excepting deep down he would say something, anything about what happened.”Never thought you would have kept it though.”               “ Why not?”       “ You never replied.” And there it was, that disappointment Dante well deserved.   “I did reply. I just never sent the letter.” Y/N's eyes slightly widened at this unexpected confession. What did he mean by that?              “Huh, words of advice. After writing a letter to someone, you need to mail it.” She declared sarcastically, not really knowing how she managed to crack such a joke. Was it a joke? Maybe, because Dante laughed a bit.       “ I had no money to buy a stamp.” The girl scoffed. She knew the man before her all to well to know that this was “Bullshit.” But she had missed it, missed him.  “What did it say?”          “ Same crap I told you at the hospital. How much I was sorry and … You know what? … There.” He opened his red coat to take a crumpled letter from his inside pocket. It was unsealed, stamped –obviously- and her name and address were written on it.                “ I hope Devil May Cry will never provide delivery service cause this has clearly arrived way too late.” However she took it in her hands, gathering all her inner strength not to tremble as she could feel all those emotions shaking inside of her.  “ Years too late. You can say it.” Dante smiled as he watched the letter he had kept to himself for so many years finally reaching its long-awaited recipient.  “I don’t expect you to read it … or open it. You can actually turn it into a paper plane or shove it down my throat if you want. I won’t fight you.” Of course he had to joke, to play it cool but she didn’t mind. She knew it was just one of his defence mechanism and she couldn’t blame him for it.      “ So why giving it to me?” Dante shrugged, refusing to admit he did want her to read what his young 19 years old self had to say, what he still had to say. “You can’t stop with the devil-may-care for a second and admit what you truly want, what you truly feel, can you?”     “ Fight my demons, huh?” He quoted her and she nodded. “Yes. Would that be so complicated for a ‘menacing devil hunter’ like yourself?” It was her turn to quote him but that quote made him melancholically happy.                   “ I guess that’s a challenge I still can not face.”              “ Or don’t want to” There was a new pause and as they finally looked at each other’s eyes, they knew they would not fix what had been broken years ago today. He was not ready. Not yet anyway. And that was okay. Y/N was patient. She could wait. She could keep waiting.     “Goodbye Y/N” Especially when this time a kiss on her forehead and a hand on her cheek felt more hopeful than ever. “Goodbye, Dante.”

And she watched him leave, again, but certain that someday, one day he would come back to her as he always would. After all, he promised.