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cbeargyu · 3 months ago

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el muchacho de los ojos tristes

summary: ever since you saw the sadness in beomgyu's eyes, you haven't been able to think of anything else. with your altruistic soul, you’re determined to save him from the loneliness and pain, hoping that your love can heal the sadness that consumes him. but can someone so broken let anyone in, or will you forever be the silent observer to his sadness?

pairing: sad!beomgyu x fem!reader

genre: angst, drama, melancholy, romance, slow-burn

warnings: bullying, emotional hurt, violence, sensitive themes, slow burn romance

wc: 5,19k

notes: i was watching the panic mv and the aura of melancholy captured me. also, these days i've been listening a lot to Ojos Tristes, the version by selena gomez and the marías, plus my mom was listening to the original version, and i couldn’t help but write this with beomgyu because i love him sm and it fits him so well😭😭😭

EL MUCHACHO DE LOS OJOS TRISTES...

it was late.

the hallways were empty, silent except for the distant sound of rain crashing against the windows. the kind of silence that seeps into your skin when everyone else has gone home. you were used to it—staying late, helping teachers, tidying up loose ends no one else would bother with. your footsteps echoed softly as you made your way to the school entrance, only to find the storm waiting like a wall outside. unforgiving and wild. your umbrella had snapped hours ago, and the wind had stolen your patience with it.

you sighed, resigned to wait.

but then you remembered—the spare umbrella. tucked in your locker like a small mercy.

you turned back.

the halls felt colder now, emptier somehow, but you moved quickly, grabbed the umbrella, and returned.

only this time, you weren’t alone.

there, by the entrance, crouched with shaking fingers and a soaked uniform, was a boy.

mud smeared across his elbows, blood dripping from his nose, his lip split open like something had hit him hard—and hit him more than once. he was putting on his shoes slowly, as if each movement hurt. he didn’t look up when you stepped closer. didn’t flinch. didn’t speak.

and then you saw his face.

choi beomgyu.

the boy who never raised his hand, never spoke unless called, who sat in the back corner like a ghost in plain sight. your classmate. quiet. distant. unreachable.

"beomgyu-ssi... what happened?" you asked, your voice barely above the rain.

nothing.

he kept lacing his shoes, hands trembling slightly, soaked to the bone.

"are you okay?"

he looked up.

and the moment your eyes met, something inside you twisted.

there was no fear, no anger, not even pain. just… emptiness.

his eyes were dull, like winter skies after snowfall. cold and grey, stripped of all light. you had seen tired eyes, sad eyes, even angry ones—but never this. it was like staring into a void where something used to live.

your hand moved on its own.

from your bag, you pulled out a peach-colored handkerchief. you held it out, hesitating. he stared at it. at you. and for a second, he looked almost... confused. like he couldn’t understand why someone would care enough to reach out.

his hand met yours—barely. the coldness of his fingers startled you. it wasn’t just the rain. it felt deeper than that.

like he had forgotten what warmth felt like.

and then he took the handkerchief.

not a word.

just silence and the sound of thunder somewhere far away.

HAN PASADO DOS AÑOS, TE SIGO PENSANDO EN TODOS MIS SENTIDOS...

two years passed.

you were now the class president—officially. organized, dependable, the one everyone turned to when things fell apart. teachers trusted you. your classmates followed you. your name was always the first one called when a group needed a leader, when the school needed someone to represent the class in assemblies or competitions.

you smiled when they needed it. you spoke clearly, held your chin high, offered help before anyone had to ask.

but he never looked at you.

choi beomgyu sat by the window, fourth row from the back, always alone. he came to school with his hair uncombed, his sleeves rolled down even on warm days, his eyes hidden behind that heavy curtain of silence. he didn’t join projects. never participated in school festivals. skipped every field trip with a doctor’s note or no excuse at all.

you watched him, quietly.

at first, it was just curiosity—an instinct. you noticed things. you always did. but with beomgyu, it was different. the way he moved, the way he avoided people like their presence burned. the way he seemed to shrink into himself, as if trying to disappear entirely.

his eyes were never fully open. always tired, always sore—like he hadn’t slept in years. red-rimmed sometimes, like he’d been crying. like something inside him was screaming for help, but his lips refused to part.

today, he walked in late again.

a white bandage wrapped around his right forearm, neat but not clean. a beige plaster sat on the bridge of his nose, contrasting against his pale skin. you felt your chest tighten, just a little, the way it always did when you saw him like that.

he didn’t glance at anyone.

not even you.

your seat was three rows ahead, center of the classroom. perfect view of everything. yet your eyes always found their way to him, as if drawn by gravity. as if something in his silence was louder than the rest of the world combined.

he never caused trouble, but there was a storm inside him. you could feel it.

sometimes, when the teacher spoke, you caught him staring out the window, unmoving. not daydreaming—disconnected. like he was somewhere far away, a place no one else could follow.

his presence was a contradiction—so quiet, yet impossible to ignore.

and his eyes... god, his eyes.

they held a sadness so deep, so raw, it almost felt sacred. like he was born with pain stitched into his lashes. like he carried centuries of sorrow in a teenage body. and even though he never looked at you, never spoke to you since that day in the rain, you couldn’t stop looking.

you wondered if he remembered you.

that handkerchief. the trembling hands. the way your fingers almost touched.

you still had dreams where the thunder echoed behind his silence.

ANTES ERAN TUS OJOS, LLOVIENDO EN OTOÑO Y AHORA SON LOS MÍOS...

the school bell had rung ten minutes ago, but the air still felt like it was stuck in the last hour of the day. the corridors were thinning out, filled with laughter and sneakers squeaking against the tile floors. you walked outside with your friends, the usual group that stuck to you like petals on a flower, voices overlapping as they discussed snacks, test results, and the next student council meeting. you nodded, smiled, replied where necessary — but your thoughts floated in and out like a half-tuned radio.

then your eyes caught a shape near the bike racks. something shifted inside you, pulling your attention like an invisible thread.

there he was.

choi beomgyu.

kneeling beside a small black cat, his figure hunched but strangely gentle. the sleeves of his uniform slightly rolled up, revealing a faint bruise on his forearm — old, yellowing. his fingers moved slowly, cautiously, as he pet the cat’s back. he didn’t move too quickly, as if afraid to scare it. as if afraid to break something delicate.

you stopped walking. the world didn’t.

his lips were curled into something so small, so fleeting, it could barely be called a smile — but it was there. and more than that, his eyes… his eyes weren’t the ones you were used to seeing. they weren’t blank, fogged with hurt or absent like they usually were in class. they were warm, alive, and shimmering under the afternoon sun like honey behind glass. the softest light. the most human you’d ever seen him.

and it wasn’t fair.

how could someone look so unreachable every day, only to look this gentle when no one was watching?

you didn’t realize your friends had stopped walking too — staring at you, then following your gaze. someone whispered his name with distaste. someone else said, “what a weirdo,” under their breath. you didn’t say anything. your heart was too full of a silence that screamed.

you memorized that scene. the cat. his hands. the expression that lived in his eyes for just a moment.

and you wondered what kind of world lived behind those sore eyes — and why it only ever surfaced when no one else was looking.

COMO EL AIRE NECESITA VERME...

you always stayed late on fridays. the club room smelled of soil and sun-dried leaves, and your uniform was never safe from grass stains, but you didn’t mind. you liked the quiet in the garden. the way the wind moved through the trees. how the silence hummed louder when the last bell had long stopped echoing.

it was during one of those golden afternoons, with sunlight slipping between the branches and dust floating lazily in the air, that you noticed it — again.

the flower beds were torn. petals scattered like forgotten words. leaves bent and broken in ways they shouldn’t have been.

your hands hovered over the damage, heart sinking. not because of the ruined plants — but because it was happening too often. something wasn’t right.

you decided to stay longer that day. to watch. to wait. curiosity bloomed like a question mark inside your chest.

and then, just behind the sakura tree near the edge of the garden, you heard the softest mewling.

you moved slowly, careful not to startle whatever it was. and then you saw her.

a black cat, curled around a tiny litter of kittens. her eyes were tired but alert. protective. and suddenly, the ruined flowers made sense — she had made a home here, soft earth and leaves as a cradle for her babies.

you knelt down, heart swelling at the sight. and then it hit you.

the cat.

it was the same one.

the one you saw beomgyu with.

and something inside you ached — not just from the sweetness of the scene, but from the thought of him. the way he had looked at her that day. the way his expression softened into something unrecognizable.

you didn’t know why it mattered so much to you. but it did.

so you built a small corner for the cat behind the greenhouse. brought a blanket from home. left food and water in a place only someone observant would notice.

and you hoped — selfishly — that beomgyu would find it. that he’d visit. and maybe, just maybe, you'd get to see his eyes light up again.

COMO AL SOL LO NECESITO YO...

the gym echoed with laughter, sneakers squeaking against polished wood, the sound of rubber balls thudding against walls and bodies. dodgeball was today’s punishment, as always, the boys too competitive and the girls half-heartedly dodging until someone actually tried.

you should’ve been in the middle of it all. you usually were — running, laughing, shouting orders, your voice always clear above the chaos.

but today, your eyes had found him again.

beomgyu was sitting on the edge of the court, back against the wall, legs drawn up slightly. his uniform clung to his slender frame, pale skin almost translucent under the fluorescent lights. he wasn’t watching the game. he never did. he just stared down at his fingers like they were trying to tell him something.

you remembered something.

a week ago, you had been organizing medical forms with the teacher in charge of p.e. — a simple class rep duty. you’d read them quickly, stamping approval. but then the coach had paused.

“choi beomgyu,” he murmured, eyes on the paper. “he’s exempt. heart condition. congenital. shouldn’t be doing any high-intensity activity.”

you hadn’t said anything, just nodded and filed the paper away, but the weight of it stayed.

so when your team called your name and the ball flew past you, you faked a stumble. clutched your stomach. “sir, i think i’m dizzy.”

the coach waved you off without concern, already focused on the game again.

you walked slowly toward beomgyu, heart thudding — not from exertion, but nerves.

he didn’t look up.

you sat next to him, not too close. just enough to share the silence.

“you don’t like dodgeball either?” you asked softly, keeping your voice light.

he didn’t answer. not with words. he just gave the faintest shake of his head.

you tried again. “it’s always the same people left standing. jeno. taehyun. yuna.”

nothing. not even a flicker.

you looked down at your knees. maybe you should’ve left it there.

but then you said it. the thing that cracked the silence.

“the cat you were petting… she had kittens. behind the greenhouse. i moved her to a safer spot near the gardening shed. they’re small. tiny. like... they still don’t open their eyes.”

his head turned.

slowly. so slowly, you almost didn’t notice.

you met his eyes — and again, that same sadness.

but this time, there was something else, too. something fragile. not quite hope. not quite disbelief. just the faint shimmer of something unnamed.

he didn’t say thank you. he didn’t smile. he just looked at you.

and somehow, that was more than enough.

NI UNA SIMPLE SONRISA, NI UN POCO DE LUZ EN SUS OJOS PROFUNDOS...

the last bell rang and with it came the usual chaos — chairs scraping, chatter swelling like a wave, laughter echoing down the hallways. you were packing your things when jeno stood up on a desk, arms wide like he was on stage already.

"karaoke tonight! everyone's invited. we’ll meet at 6 by the train station!"

your friends cheered. someone tossed a crumpled paper at him. someone else asked if snacks would be covered. typical.

you were halfway through zipping your bag when your eyes flicked across the room.

beomgyu was in his seat.

he hadn’t even moved.

as if the invitation had passed through him like wind through glass.

jeno continued listing names, calling them out with dramatic flair. “sohee’s picking the saddest songs! yeonjin, you better sing something cheerful to balance us out—”

you stood.

“what about choi beomgyu?” you said, your voice calm but clear, cutting through the noise like a clean edge.

silence.

jeno blinked. “what?”

you repeated, softer. “he’s in our class too.”

the air shifted.

not visibly — but you felt it. your friends looked between each other with raised eyebrows, confusion laced with discomfort.

someone chuckled under their breath. someone else muttered, “he won’t come anyway…”

you saw how they tried to brush it off, pretend it didn’t matter. but none of them looked at beomgyu. no one even acknowledged his presence. as if not inviting him was normal. expected. safe.

you swallowed hard.

“i just think we should ask everyone,” you said, trying not to sound too defensive. “whether he says yes or not.”

jeno looked at you like you had just spoken in a different language. “sure. yeah. if you wanna ask him, go ahead.”

before the awkward silence could thicken any more, a knock on the door cut through it.

“class president?”

you turned. kim seungmin from the next class stood at the door, holding a clipboard. “you’re needed for the post-club assembly.”

you nodded, almost too fast, grateful for the excuse. “i’m coming.”

you grabbed your bag and left the classroom, your shoes echoing down the corridor.

you didn’t look back. not at them. not at him.

but part of you hoped… no, knew… that beomgyu had heard.

and maybe, just maybe, he'd realized that someone had spoken his name out loud.

someone still saw him.

HAY TRISTEZA EN SUS OJOS HABLANDO Y CALLANDO...

you had barely registered the sound of the fight before you were already running, your heart thundering in your chest, faster than your feet could carry you. when you reached the alley, you froze.

beomgyu. bloodied, bruised, barely standing, with three older boys in front of him—laughing, taunting. their uniforms were different, but the way they looked at him was all too familiar. the kind of look that said they knew they could hurt him and get away with it.

you didn’t think. you couldn’t. the words spilled out before you even realized what you were doing.

"the police are on their way!" you shouted, your voice shaking but loud enough to make them hesitate, and then, they turned, sprinting off into the night.

you hurried to beomgyu’s side, your breath caught in your throat, as your eyes took in the blood on his lips, the bruise already forming on his cheek. he coughed, the sound thick and ragged, then bent forward, clutching his stomach.

you rushed to him, your heart shattering with every step. “beomgyu, you’re hurt... can you stand?”

he nodded slowly, though he looked so fragile, like a branch about to snap under the weight of a storm.

his skin was cold—too cold, and his body was unnervingly light. you reached for his waist, trying not to jolt him too much as you steadied him. his arm, limp and weak, slid around your shoulders.

“come on, we’ll get you to a doctor,” you said, your voice steadier than you felt. “i can’t just leave you like this.”

he didn’t respond, but he let you help him. you adjusted your hold on him, placing one of your arms around his waist, pulling him closer to you as you both moved down the dimly lit street. each step you took seemed to drag on longer than the last, but you didn’t care. you couldn’t care. all you could think of was getting him help.

finally, you reached the crosswalk, waiting for the signal. the lights flickered above you, their yellow glow casting an eerie light over the quiet street.

beomgyu’s voice broke the silence.

“why are you helping me?” he asked, the words low and almost soft, but his gaze stayed distant, as if he couldn’t understand why you hadn’t just walked away, like everyone else.

it was a question you hadn’t expected. a question you didn’t know how to answer, because you didn’t know why you were doing this, why you were still standing there, helping him walk, when the world around you was so quick to abandon him.

you took a deep breath, steadying yourself. “because... because it’s what anyone would do when they see someone badly hurt,” you said, your voice unsure, but resolute.

he didn’t say anything in return, and the light turned green. you both started walking again, your steps slow but steady, keeping him close.

but then, just as you were almost at the end of the crosswalk, he spoke again, his voice quiet but with something in it that made you pause. “but you seem particularly interested in me... watching me from a distance, including me in plans... trying not to let me be alone. why do you do it?”

you stopped, just for a second, your heart leaping into your throat. the words felt like they were too much, like a weight you weren’t sure you could carry.

you had to answer.

but how could you?

ever since that rainy day when you first saw him, your heart had sensed something in him—a quiet, unspoken plea, hidden beneath the silence of his existence. you wanted to help him, yes, but there was more. much more. something you couldn’t explain, something you hadn’t been able to put your finger on since the very first time you locked eyes with him.

there was something about him that drew you in. that made you feel everything he didn’t say. something about his eyes. his sad eyes.

you looked at him then, really looked at him for the first time in a long while, and your words came out softer than you meant them to.

“because... you always have that look in your eyes. the look that’s so... empty. so sad. and i want to help change that,” you said, barely above a whisper. “i want to help you. i want to make it go away.”

there was a long pause, a stillness that hung between you both. he didn’t say anything. but you could feel him listening, feeling your words settle between the two of you.

"let me help you," you added. "please. let me help you change that look in your eyes."

he didn’t respond. his eyes, dark and distant, lingered on you for a moment, and then he turned his gaze back to the road ahead of you both.

as you both walked, the weight of the unspoken words hung between you like a thread pulling you closer. you didn’t know what you were getting yourself into. maybe he didn’t even want help. maybe he didn’t deserve it.

but you knew one thing for sure.

he wasn’t alone anymore.

VIVE SOLO Y NECESITA AMOR...

it wasn’t hard to put the pieces together once you started paying attention to the details.

beomgyu was always alone. always on the edges. always the outsider.

a house too large for just one person. a house with no warmth, no laughter. his parents were always away—working, you’d heard. business meetings, high-profile connections. their absence seemed like a silent agreement between them and their son: they wouldn’t ask questions if he didn’t make noise.

you’d overheard enough from his classmates to piece together his history. he’d transferred schools so many times in middle school, always the new kid, always the one the bullies targeted. always the one who never fought back, who never had anyone to stand by his side.

in high school, it seemed like it was all the same. except this time, the bullying was quieter. more subtle. no physical violence, not anymore. but the whispers, the exclusion, the way everyone pretended he wasn’t there—that was the cruelty that kept him isolated.

he’d learned to stay quiet. to blend in. to be invisible.

the pain in his eyes was clear now.

he wasn’t just hurt. he was broken. and no one had bothered to fix him.

UNA PENA LEJANA QUE LLEGA A MI ALMA Y SE HACE CARIÑO...

the walk to the doctor's office felt like an eternity. beomgyu’s weight leaned heavily against you, but you didn’t mind. you kept your focus on getting him to safety, getting him help. when you finally made it to the doctor, he was quiet, barely reacting to the stinging sensation of the antiseptic as it cleaned his wounds.

the doctor’s words rang in your ears as he examined beomgyu carefully. “he needs rest. a few days in bed. he’s been hurt badly. I would also recommend reporting this to the police, especially if it’s happened before.”

you glanced down at beomgyu, who didn’t look at you, his eyes vacant as he stared at nothing. it was as though he couldn’t bring himself to speak about the cruelty he had endured. you bit your lip, trying not to let the frustration show. why didn’t he speak up? why didn’t he tell anyone?

you made sure beomgyu was settled, giving him medicine to ease the pain, before you excused yourself. “i’ll make sure you’re not alone,” you promised softly, more to yourself than to him.

when you left, you immediately called your school tutor to explain the situation. "he’s been bullied," you said, your voice firm, trying to hold back the emotions threatening to spill. "and it’s been going on for a while, but he never told anyone. they’ve been hitting him. he’s not okay. please, tell the school."

afterwards, you felt a wave of exhaustion hit you, but you couldn’t stop now. beomgyu needed you, and you weren’t about to leave him alone.

YO PRETENDO LOGRAR CON TERNURA Y AMOR VER SUS OJOS FELICES...

the evening sun cast an orange glow across the sky when you returned home. you quickly slipped into your room and changed into something simple but pretty. a soft, flowing dress that reached just above your knees—light pink with delicate lace along the hem. your hair fell in loose waves down your back, but you pulled a few strands to the side and tucked them behind your ear for a neat, soft look.

you gathered your notes for school, the homework you’d promised to help him with, and the card your classmates had signed for him. “get better soon!” “we’re here for you!” “you’re strong, beomgyu!” you even brought some candies and a small pack of over-the-counter medication for his pain, just in case.

you weren’t sure how he’d react, but you knew you needed to show him that he wasn’t alone. that people cared. that youcared.

when you arrived at his house, the tall gates opened with a soft creak, and the house itself stood grand and quiet, like an empty mansion. the housekeeper, an older woman with a gentle face, greeted you warmly.

"he’s resting in his room," she said, her voice kind but tired. "he hasn’t eaten much today, poor boy. go ahead and visit him."

you nodded and made your way upstairs, your footsteps soft against the polished wood floors. as you reached his room, you hesitated for just a moment before knocking gently on the door.

"come in," his voice was barely a whisper, but it was enough for you to open the door.

you entered quietly, setting down your things by the door, before walking over to his bed. beomgyu lay there, looking so fragile. his skin was pale, and his eyes were swollen, dark bags underneath them. his lips were cracked, bruised, and you could see the faint marks of past wounds still visible on his body.

he barely looked at you when you sat down beside him, his eyes still distant, lost in their own sadness. the heavy silence hung between you like a blanket, thick and oppressive.

you gently set the candy and medicine on the nightstand, and then handed him the card. “these are from everyone at school,” you said, your voice soft but warm. “they wanted to let you know that they hope you feel better soon. that they’re rooting for you.”

he didn’t react at first, but he took the card from your hands with a slight nod. you could tell he was confused, unsure why anyone would bother to send him wishes, much less why you cared so much.

you leaned back against the edge of the bed, watching him. he looked so... lonely. so empty. the house was massive, but it felt so cold. the air felt heavy, as if the silence here was louder than anywhere else.

after a long moment, you pulled out the small envelope from your bag. "this one’s just from me," you said, handing him the letter. “it’s... for you to read when I’m gone.”

beomgyu’s brow furrowed, confusion painting his features. he took the letter from you, his fingers brushing against yours in the process, and stared at the envelope as if it was foreign to him. the weight of your gaze, the warmth of your presence, seemed to leave him unsure of how to react.

“why?” he finally asked, his voice hoarse, but there was something there. a flicker of something—curiosity, maybe?

you just smiled, a gentle but sad smile, and stood up to leave. "because... you matter," you said quietly, glancing back at him one last time. “i want you to know that you matter.”

you reached for the door handle, but before you could open it, you heard him speak again, his voice so small, so hesitant.

"thank you," he whispered, and for the first time in a long while, you saw something like hope in his eyes.

PARA HACER QUE SU MIRADA RÍA, CON MIS BESOS Y MI GRAN AMOR...

the room is quiet, the dim light casting long shadows across the walls. beomgyu lies there, still and fragile, surrounded by the echo of silence. you stand at the foot of his bed, the weight of your feelings for him pressing down on your chest like an unspoken secret. he’s so still, so broken, and yet... there’s something that pulls you closer. something you can’t ignore anymore.

you hesitate for a moment, as though testing the waters of your own emotions. there’s so much you want to say, so much you want to do, but the words seem to cling to your throat, trapped by the fear of breaking the fragile connection between you.

but it’s been too long. too long since you first saw the sadness in his eyes, the quiet pain that never seemed to fade. you’ve wanted to say this for so long. your voice comes out soft, fragile, almost like a whisper that might disappear in the air if you don’t hold onto it tightly.

“there’s something i’ve wanted to do... since the first time i saw you,” you say, the words hanging between you like a fragile thread. beomgyu doesn’t respond, his eyes still avoiding yours, but his breath catches in his chest. he’s waiting for you, his heart quietly urging you to continue.

you slowly step toward him, feeling your pulse quicken as you approach. his face is pale, his eyes closed, as if trying to shut out the world. but you can’t ignore him. not anymore. you reach out and gently take his face in your hands, careful not to hurt him, not to press too hard against his bruised skin. your fingertips graze the delicate curve of his nose, the sharp edge of his chin, the soft warmth of his cheeks. the touch is tender, like a breath of wind, like a promise.

you trace the outline of his jaw, your hands moving gently over his neck, your fingers skimming his shoulders. the air feels heavy with something unspoken, something deep, something raw. your heart pounds in your chest, and the warmth of his skin under your hands sends a shiver through you.

you let your hands fall to his chest, your touch soft and comforting, before you wrap your arms around him. the movement is slow, careful, as if you’re holding onto something fragile. you bury your face in his chest, feeling the coldness of his body seep into you, but you push it away, wrapping him in warmth, in comfort, in tenderness. you want to be everything he’s never had.

“you won't be alone anymore,” you whisper, your words barely audible, yet heavy with meaning. the weight of your promise hangs in the air, and for a moment, you think you might have said too much, given too much, but the tension in the room shifts. beomgyu is still. his body rigid, as if the very notion of not being alone is something too foreign to comprehend.

you lift your gaze, and for the first time in a long time, you see his eyes—shiny, glistening with unshed tears. they’re filled with a vulnerability you’ve never seen before. his walls are crumbling, and in that fragile moment, you see him for who he truly is: the boy who’s been drowning in loneliness, the boy who’s never known what it feels like to be loved.

you take a breath, gathering your courage. gently, you lift him by the shoulders, your touch delicate, and press your lips to his. the moment is fleeting, but it’s enough. his lips are cold, cracked, and dry, a sharp contrast to the warmth of yours. you feel the chill in his touch, the emptiness in his kiss, but you don’t pull away. you hold on.

and when you break away, the room feels different. the air feels lighter. the space between you and him has changed, and even though neither of you says a word, the understanding is there. you’re not alone anymore.

and maybe... just maybe, you had found the first crack in the wall he’d built around his heart.

el muchacho de los ojos tristes, ha encontrado al fin una razón, para hacer que su mirada ría, con mis besos y mi gran amor.

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xiouahh · 1 year ago

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☆ numb

scaramouche x gender neutral reader　|　social media au

SYPNOSIS.　You had always been the independent, strong-willed person who didn't need anyone's help. Despite your best efforts, your trauma continues to plague you, making it difficult for you to trust and connect with others. That is, until you meet a young man who is everything you've wanted in a partner. Despite his aloof demeanor, he manages to break your emotional barriers and become a source of healing and support for you. As you learn to trust and open up to him, he becomes the healer of your heart, helping you heal from your trauma.

STATUS.　Ongoing

GENRE.　fluff, angst, smau, college au, slowburn ( ? ), friends to lovers, modern au,

INFO.　Timestamps don't matter unless stated otherwise, Contains themes related to LGBTQ+, Some characters might be ooc, swearing, the pictures used are not meant to represent the reader, but rather focus on the pose or background!

AUTHOR.　First time using Tumblr, plz don't bully me (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠). Originally this wasn't a smau and I posted it on Wattpad, but I didn't like it that much so I decided to rewrite it !! ++ First smau !! Might also be cringe in some chapters. Also [name] is actually a reflection of my own personal experiences with love, specifically my difficulties with being both capable of loving and being loved in return ! So I decided to make this for the people out there who have the same situation as me.

TAGLIST.　Open !!

[name]’s crew　♡　Scara’s friends

ACT ONE .ᐟ

01.　letters

02.　love

03.　how

04.　midnight snack

05.　student council

06.　overwhelmed

07.　friends

08.　friends 2

09.　exams

10.　school

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EXTRAS .ᐟ

2024 CHRISTMAS SPECIAL　

#genshin imagines #genshin impact #genshin impact au #genshin au #genshin impact smau #genshin smau #scaramouche #scaramouche smau #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #kunikuzushi #kunikuzushi smau #kunikuzushi x reader #kunikuzushi x you #numb smau #dividers from cafekitsune

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raayllum · 3 months ago

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Was originally going to do a screencaps post but then it was getting a little unwieldy so here's a short meta post about Callum's story to Ezran in 7x09, specifically how it pertains to Callum's broader character arc in arc 2 and the show's narrative as a whole.

So we start out with an easily accessible, likely drawn from life sibling scenario. (I too, for example, had a beloved toy accidentally adjacently broken by a sibling.) This also ties us into 4 important things, however:

The game and toy motif, primarily present surrounding Aaravos and the key, as well as other objects of note this season (i.e. Ezran holding onto the elf toy from 1x04 at his angriest in 7x03 and 7x09).

Reaffirmation of Callum's tendency to get fixated on / emotionally attached to objects (old meta on it here).

In the scenario, while we don't whether Ezran was 'at fault' (he was a Baby lmao) the harm caused was. This parallels Rayla's absence and return in S4, as Callum states, "And she messed [things] up" with himself being the party not at fault ("I was so mad" in 4x05 & 7x09)

The concept / theme, to varying literal degrees, of something being broken, whether in people, relationships, or the continent itself (bigger meta on that here):

This is reaffirmed further in what Aanya says to Ezran on the bridge in 7x03:

I know it hurts right now, Ezran. But you need to know that you and Callum are not broken. The both of you will heal one day. You’re brothers. It’s okay to be angry, and it’s okay to be sad.

However, the toy isn't really a metaphor for their relationship. Callum doesn't say that it was mended, or if it even could be. He moves on instead to what their mother told him, which likewise echoes what Aanya says:

Again, there's a reaffirmation of needing to feel, and letting yourself feel, the bad emotions. Anger is not inherently bad and sometimes we need to be angry, even or especially at our siblings. Like Aanya, Callum, and Sarai say, it's okay to be angry and to be sad. But — as we see Karim and Janai are unable to come back from ("all you do is look at me with contempt!") — you can't let the feelings stick. You have to let them go.

Harrow's heart burned with anger (3x06); Ezran has fire in his eyes as he hears Runaan out; and Aaravos wants to set the world on fire. But anger cannot — or should not — last forever... because what is left for you afterwards?

The other implicit message is Callum and Sarai knowing, and now communicating to Ezran, that however much he loved that toy "more than anything in the world," it ultimately meant nothing in comparison to his brother.

CALLUM: You're my brother, and you mean everything to me. (2x06)

CALLUM: I'm sorry, Ezran. I can't be your High Mage anymore... but I'll always be your brother. (7x02)

This is also, in many ways, how Callum frames his relationship with Rayla once he learns to forgive her as well. He knows that he needs her (implicitly) and that they're a team; he reaffirms "it was always her" much the same way he knows he will "always be [Ezran's] brother". His bonds of love are strong and can weather any storm; he still wants them in his life, and will always want them and need them.

This raises an interesting concept to Aaravos, who is deeply hurt and angry at his family (the other First Elves), referring to himself as "their dark brother" (TDP shorts, Patience). He wants them to suffer, and he wants them to hurt... but is there any other way forward? Is there any hope of forgiveness, or reconciliation? He clearly believes that they can never change unless through force... but what if they could? What if they could be brothers again, the same way that Callum ("there is great affinity between your brother and I [...] he understands the need for compromise") and Ezran are?

It'd also tie into Claudia and Soren's sibling dynamic, as their mother counselled a similar message to Sarai: "that my brother and I needed each other."

If Callum and Ezran coming together can represent the continent, and Aaravos + the Cosmic Council, and Soren and Claudia one day coming back together, too.

#tdp broyals #tdp #the dragon prince #7x09 #s7 #mini meta #analysis series #analysis #this didn't turn out nearly as eloquently as i hoped but. ah well #arc 3 #broyals

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starss-artss · 3 months ago

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Stolen Stars Characters: ✨Solaris✨

Hiii there✨

This post is about my starboy Solaris. I recommend reading this post about wishing stars first so you understand a few points here✨

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Design:

Solaris's design is inspired by these concepts:

His hair, fingertips and the ends of his cape show that he's entirely made of stardust, he has glowing golden hair which is kind of messy, his outfit makes him look like a prince

His cape has sparkles that constantly flow down, representing shooting stars (based off this material)

The inside of his cape is basically like a window to outer space, the star in the front and back of his cape is the the star we see from earth

Final design:

Personality:

-Kind

-Shy

-Compassionate

-Forgiving

-Humble

-Innocent

-Pure hearted

-Curious

-Playful

The poor boy is very clumsy, especially when he needs to get used to walking in the beginning.

Solaris loves tight spaces. He could sit in a box or closet covered in blankets like a cat. He also loves sunlight a lot.

Even though he is very afraid of humans, he's still interested in what they can create (art, music and stories).

Something to keep in mind is that Solaris could never hurt someone. Or let someone die.

Powers:

-Light he emits affects animals and humans

-Heal himself and others

-Create things out of stardust

-Remove curses on others, but the curses are then stored in him. Which affects him negatively (Makes him weaker, tired)

-See and feel people's wishes (unless their wish was taken)

-Levitation

-Bring someone back to life, but he can only do that if the person has been dead for a few seconds (he can't bring someone back who's been dead for an hour)

When he revives someone, he gives them his energy, meaning he'll collapse and pass out shortly after reviving someone so he can get his energy back.

When he revives someone, his magic looks like tendrils. The best example I have is this scene from Tangled:

Weaknesses:

-Negativity

-Curses

-Dark magic

All these can either make Solaris weaker, overwhelm or hurt him.

Backstory:

-Solaris was born as a pure hearted wishing star after someone saved the life of another person they didn't like

(Here is a sketch of Solaris as a child, bc why not✨)

-Since he was a pure hearted wishing star, he was more "human" than normal wishing stars

-Solaris has never been to earth before, and never granted a wish

-Solaris never had true friends, only other stars he could talk to. You could say he was being politely tolerated. He was following others around like a puppy

-The only other star who ever truly wanted him was The Blue Fairy, or Evangeline, who was like a mother to Solaris

-Over the years many wishing stars he knew went missing after going down to earth to grant wishes

-When Solaris was eight years old, Evangeline went down to earth and never returned, which made him fear humans

-A while after Evangeline went missing, Solaris had a dream with a human girl in it, who was very sad after her father died. Despite his fear, he still comforted her

-Solaris spent most of his time alone in the asteroid belt in the solar system, there he waited for Evangeline to return

-Over the years, Solaris stopped trying to form connections with other stars. He believes that no matter how hard he'll try, he will never fit in

-One day, Solaris was once again in the asteroid belt, but this time a green light grabbed him and pulled him down to earth, and he landed in Rosas

The Curse:

-Prevents him from leaving earth or Rosas, if he tries to leave, he get's shocked and passes out

-If he uses his powers the curse hurts him and makes him weaker

-When feeling negative emotions his face is more distorted

-He has to sleep every night to keep the curse contained in a way, or else it will spread and make him weaker

Solaris's appearance changes when the curse affects him more. His hair starts to turn green and his colors become more muted and grey.

How do you remove this curse? Only the royals know.

What Solaris represents:

Solaris represents the purest type of love. The kind of love that exists without expectations, judgment, or conditions. This love accepts someone as they are and simply loves them because they exist and it loves people without excepting anything in return.

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Well, that's it. I hope you like Solaris! I certainly do. He's such a bean✨

Oh, and here's a little fun fact: Solaris is inspired by Snow White. They're both sweethearts and represent the good in the world. And also inspire people to improve themselves.

Tbh I always thought it would've been a better reference if Star was more like Snow White instead of Ricky Rodent- uh, Mickey Mouse. But oh well😔

Thank you for reading✨

@jojo-ker06 @your-ne1ghbor @spectator-zee @rascalentertainments @chillwildwave @gracebethartacc @a-storytellers-wish @oh-shtars @evestarsart @pinkninja0708

#Also since I didn't mention it #Solaris is 16 years old #I think he's the youngest starboy in the wishverse lol #wish #wish rewrite #wish reimagined #wish au #stolen stars au #stolen stars solaris #wishing stars #wish rewrite fandom #wishverse

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icarus-in-the-sheets · 1 month ago

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-----------⛦˙☠︎︎⋆Fear (he/him)⋆☠︎︎˙⛧-------------

aka Ekilar Diocles, Guardian of the Rhean Rescue.

Created for a diplomatic mission that needed another background character who was a martial fighter, but who has become a vital and staple member of the focal location of my D&D world-build.

Fear is coming in as both our Gay Pride character and as I had originally intended before it was suddenly June, an exercise in my studies of CBC's Lesson 1.5: Hair for Thought. Find character building processes, original sketch, and backstory below the cut!

He is Gay Romantic and Demisexual. He is slow to love, loyal and steadfast in his love, and lets heartbreak linger a little too long. My default for characters is bisexual and polyamorous until proven otherwise unless I have a specific plan for them. I did not have a specific plan for Fear's sexuality and let him guide me. He guided me to one of @ceruleanties' characters named Hank, a dilf of a graviturgy wizard with a kind heart and smile. I related personally to the stubbornness and aversion to change that Fear was developing as a character, and re-imagined it alongside a Demi identity as well [I do not identify as demi myself but my allo identity is in question often enough in my head that demi is relatable to me plentifully].

Fear's physical design went through some iterations before becoming what it is here. His first design was rather generic, as I was just wanting to draw a randomized character design. I used a tail and horn art reference chart from DeviantArt to design him, and I notated that he had dark blue skin and cyan accents and drew him in a generic leather outfit that was notated as being white with simple straps/belts.

When I started looking for characters in need of overhaul for CBC's course I was looking primarily at dark brown characters like Finley who were designed with a human or human approximate skin tone, but without a racial intention. However, I noticed that as a dark-skinned man, he also may have needed attention, despite not having a human skin tone. Other things about the importance of his faith and the community he adopts and protects also reminded me of positive tropes associated with strong Black characters, and I felt the change would honor that.

In regards to Lesson 1.5 and his hair specifically, I have pictured above two styles - sponge twists and long locs in a bun. I came up with these two very different styles in response to two very different times in his life.

For his younger years living in the cold depths of Hell, when keeping up appearances and masking his identity in a false persona of violence and anger, he took time to style and color his natural cyan-white hair into a black-tipped sponge twist and kept it short for the mercenary-style work that he did so that it would stay out of his way. The style was about appearances - something he could put effort into controlling while the untrained eye would see it as effortless.

After he dropped the toxic masking of his youth, Fear moved out of Hell and adopted a community, giving him time to heal and grow -spiritually and mentally. His protected locs represent the growth and healing he found in that recovery. They are something he nurtures, showing that he isn't just a warrior and protector of his community, but also learning to protect himself.

I have *a lot* more to say about Fear. As well as a lot more research to do on his characterization and probably on his design. For example, I discovered while writing this that I have research to do on the specific fashion choices I've made for him and the ramifications that have for him as a Gay Black character. He means so much to me and his story is near and dear to my heart. I love him so much and he keeps coloring outside the lines and throwing me new surprises.

#dnd character #lgbtq #my ocs #hero forge #original character #dnd oc #gay #gay pride #mlm #demisexual #gay romantic demisexual #my oc: fear #creatingblackcharacters #creating black characters with intent #icarus learns #canon character growth #tiefling #leather #zaddy

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aintnoloveintheheatofthesun · 1 month ago

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Still not done

I've got a theory. In that back room, sometime between the kissing and pussy eating; Pearline confessed to Sammie that she was a werewolf. She offered him the chance to become a werewolf, so that he could have some kind of protection as he continues to nurture his gift. She would have explained that garlic, silver and bullets are harmful to them but in the right conditions, they could endure.

Here me out

What if cheating ass Pearline also told him how he can return to being mortal? What if when Sammie hit Remmick over the head with his uncle's guitar, he was really setting Pearline free? Free from her husband, free from lycanthropy, free from this backwards society that hunts black folk for sport?

There are elements of my theory that the final act supports. For instance,

if Pearline was not a vampire, then where did she get those teeth? She is a werewolf outside during a full moon, those teeth would appear regardless

if Pearline is a werewolf, how is she wearing silver jewelry? It's steel

if Pearline was a mortal by the end, then why did she scream and burn? What if the flames and the head clutching were a representation of Remmick's agony? Like how the ancestors appearance was a way to represent Sammie's gift.

how would that work if she was not a vampire? As a werewolf, she can handle a lot. Besides she was the last one Remmick bit. What if her supernatural healing slowed the vampiric transformation thus making her (mentally) part of the hive mind but (physically) still herself.

(I promise you I stretched before this reach)

With all this in mind, could Pearline see heaven? I sure hope so.

In the 90s post credit scene, Sammie seemed quite content to die of natural causes. Why embrace that fate unless he already knew who wad waiting for him on the other side?

Walk with me here. We know that Sammie and Pearline had a time/fucked nasty/was busy sinning in the back room but we don't see everything. What if this is when she scratched him? Thereby welcoming him into her pack and making him a werewolf too.

Yes, he plays secular music. Yes, he likes to perform for drunks and adulterers but he is still his father's son. Some believe that werewolves are the hounds of heaven. That hunting monsters does not make them monstrous, it makes that heroic. If this is true, then their shared disdain for Remmick from day one is logical. As griots, they can sense a man out his time and they know something ain't right.

In this scene, Preacher Boy was adamant that she wasn't a vampire, going as far as challenging Smoke, because he already knew her secret. No, she ain't mortal.

This woman is sexual, strong and loyal. She is a creature of the night; just not a vampire. After she spent all of Pale, Pale Moon marking her scent on stage, her protectiveness over him, and by extension, everyone in the Juke Joint was never in doubt.

Offering lycanthropy as a means of protection, meant that Preacher Boy could continue to share his gift without regular human vulnerabilities. He survived that massive fall in the final act because he had just been made into a werewolf.

That's a lot of damage for a young man with no supernatural healing. Yet somehow, he can drive the next morning? Hold is own against Remmick at several points in the final battle? Stand without a cane decades later in his old age?

Sammie got scratched, y'all.

Meaning that he wouldn't want vampirism the same way Pearline didn't want it. They fought like hell to stay as they were. Not necessarily mortal, but good. And decent.

In this film, we watch Sammie go from small town share cropper to bad blues man.

From dutiful son to proud musician.

From a boy terrified the devil would come after him to a grown man that has danced with the devil and won.

I would add mortal to werewolf in there because in the words of the late, great Octavia Butler said:

"Transformation is sexy"

Speaking of future Sammie. Why turn down vampirism? Especially so close to his last breath? I choose to believe that Preacher boy swore off anything supernatural thay didn't come from his guitar after that night. He got his mortality back and lived a regular life.

Think about any recent supernatural media: True Blood, Twilight, Shadowhunters, The Originals. They typically portray creatures of the night as isolationist under normal circumstances. Werewolves and vampires do not mix. It's centuries of bad blood between them. So, as someone who has experienced lycanthropy, he knows better than to tempt fate.

To Sammie, a man ready to see his wife again, becoming vampire is not remotely enticing.

TLDR: Not all monsters are made equal. Pearline was a werewolf that scratched Preacher Boy. She died mortal after he freed her. They finally reunite, decades later after he rejects Stack's offer.

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spirtualitywithlumi · 21 days ago

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A Tarot Reading on Jungkook’s Digital Silence + Where Is He, Really?

✦ by Lumi, your fave tarot it-girl 💅✨

Tarot Deck Used: A traditional Rider-Waite-Smith

Let’s ask the cards

✦ TAROT SPREAD

(Queen of Cups, Knight of Pentacles, Seven of Cups, Four of Pentacles)

Jungkook is not numb. If anything, he’s feeling everything, just behind closed doors. The Queen of Cups speaks of a man in deep emotional water of what he lets rise to the surface. He’s not ignoring fans; he’s carefully regulating what parts of himself feel safe enough to share right now. This is a card of internal emotional sorting. Whether he's journaling, meditating, or quietly reattuning to himself. This is healing in quiet waters.

He’s moving. This hints that Jungkook might be putting energy into long-term plans: music, self-discipline, perhaps even his physical health or a future artistic project. This isn’t laziness. It’s just quiet focus. He’s rebuilding routine, maybe even trying to unlearn some pre-enlistment patterns. This is the energy of a man who is learning to live in a different way like less reactive andmore deliberate.

This is where things get messy. The Seven of Cups shows confusion, options, illusions and expectation overload. Jungkook might be wrestling with how he wants to return, if he wants to return the same way at all. It also represents the swirl of rumors, opinions, and internal chaos that can come when you’re re-entering a hyper-connected, public world after isolation. Whether it’s recent controversies, creative indecision, or emotional burnout from feeling “watched,” he seems mentally overstimulated. He’s wondering what do I choose to be now that I’m back? Who am I without the noise? Jungkook may be in a state where he is drawing boundaries, not only from the outside world but from parasocial demands, and even his own perfectionism and he feels a bit burnt out. He wants to feel like he owns himself again. And right now, giving too much especially digitally might feel like another form of burnout. This is not a PR tactic. This is a personal revolution in progress. (had to say this, because hate related to his recent behaviour was flodding my inbox so those who feel this, and you can just stop).

Is Jungkook mad at army?

(Eight of Swords, The Moon, and Knight of Pentacles)

Let’s be clear, he’s not angry. But he does feel mentally stuck when it comes to how he should interact with army right now. Jungkook might feel overwhelmed by the pressure to be perfect again right out of the gate, lingering noise from controversies, the impossible need to please everyone.

The Moon reveals emotional confusion, mistrust, and fear of hidden motives even when none exist. It feels like Jungkook’s relationship with the internet has become laced with fog and shadow. He's unsure who’s really cheering for him and who’s waiting for him to mess up again. The Moon shows he might be dealing with anxiety, hurt from betrayal, hyperawareness of fan expectations........his inner self is in a big fat spiral.

Despite the mental spiral and emotional fog, the Knight of Pentacles confirms this that he has not abandoned army. This card is loyalty in slow motion. Jungkook is the type to stay consistent even when he’s hurtingbut he’s healing in a very quiet, grounded way.The Knight is someone who won’t post unless it’s from the heart and he’s being intentional and maybe even rethinking what healthy boundaries look like with a fanbase this large.

What is Jungkook feeling behind the silence?

A Chinese woman was arrested after illegally entering Jungkook’s residence in Yongsan, Seoul. She is currently under custody for housebreaking.

(Eight of Pentacles (Reversed), Five of Cups, The Lovers)

His home is supposed to be the last place he has full control, full peace and someone violated that sanctuary. This could lead him to question Is this what I worked for? Is fame worth this kind of vulnerability? Can I even relax again? Jungkook might be experiencing a crisis of stability.Jungkook may not be showing it, but internally and he’s likely shaken. The Five of Cups shows a person so caught in what was lost, they can’t even see the love still standing behind them......and he might even remember this forever

(King of Cups, Justice, Six of Swords (Reversed))

Jungkook shows up here as the king of cups calm, emotionally wise, and in control. This tells us he is not lashing out. He’s not projecting anger onto all of army.He’s holding space for his feelings without letting them drown him, which is actually a very mature response to trauma.This King may be grieving in private, sitting in silent heartbreak, emotionally self-regulating so he doesn’t lash out publicly and he’s not over it not yet atleast. The waters are still choppy. He wants to move forward, but something in him is emotionally stuck still shaken, still trying to release the fear that his space could be violated again. This could manifest as increased social media silence, more filtered, minimal interactions and a hesitation to return to previous levels of openness (like him now folding clothes and falling asleep on his vlive.....sorry army, that might not happen again until a very long time).

“I’m trying to move on, but part of me is still afraid it could happen again.”

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heyimkana · 2 months ago

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Helloooo~ Kanaaaa~ 👋 long time reader, first time asker~

I am here to express some love for our Shadow Monarch~ my boyfriend recently got me into the anime, and now I am obsessed~.

I can imagine him and his wifey being high school sweethearts, and being such an adorable little couple, little goofs together and so so loving together~

... 😈

I am also a sucker for dry-humping. Home alone, Jinwoo has healed (for the most part) from the last dungeon, him and future-wifey are making out on the couch~ (probably her place, unless Jinah is at school) and his hips just start rocking into hers he's so excited. But right when she moans in his ear--

He cums.

... His stamina isn't the best. He's so sorry, he doesn't know why it happened, his pants are a mess-- But she stops him with a gentle hand. "Darling~... I didn't say to stop~...😈" and he's just "😲😳🥴 okay"

He cums once more before he decides to cheat and use his fingers to make her cum in return. (A learning process, but they learn together) (And over he learns he can use his tongue? Game over, wifey, you better hope no one decides to stop by until he's done) (Fellow "Jinwoo loves eating out his wife" truther, represent ✊️)

However, post-Awakening Jinwoo? (After sobbing over him, having heard he was half-dead, you idiot, what did you do, I'm so glad you're okay, waaaaa) (because that would be so me, just loud crying) (But then kissing him all over his face because he came home like he promised he would) His stamina is starting to increase. He lasts longer and longer before finally cumming. His attitude begins to change. Not in an asshole way, he's more confident. More calm, more collected. Like he's in control of everything and everyone in the room... But he still loves her. He still had the same smile, just for her, he still knows where to kiss on her neck to make her giggle so hard she snorts, he still cooks her favorite food when she's exhausted from work (Civilian wifey FTW ✊️)

But now, instead of a cute little sub, he's a stoic top. (She's kind of relieved. Being a top every time is exhausting 😩)(At least *I* think it is) (But now he's such a top hog! 😠) (Hardly ever shares the role) (Oh, but not stoic in the bad way. He just doesn't make that cute ahegao face post third straight orgasm anymore) (She kind of misses it, she hasn't been able to get him to make it since) (Now SHE makes it 🤭)

OMG GIRLLLL THE WAY I WAS KICKING MY FEET WHEN I WAS READING THIS ASK AAAAAA YES YES YES SO CANON IN MY BOOK!!!!!

DRY HUMPING IS SO HOTTTTT BROOOOO I LOVE DRY HUMPING!!! i wrote dry humping on the deleted scene of Pillow Talk but it was with post-awakening jinwoo so reader was the one who came first LMAO BUTTTTT DRY HUMPING WITH E-RANK HUNTER JINWOO??? 😩 SO FUCKING CUTE AND HOT SIGN ME THE FUCK UPPPP

totally agree with you e-rank jinwoo would definitely cum in his pants the SECOND she went "ah, Jin, please..." in his ear LMFAOOO and i can imagine him covering his face with his hands, blushing madly because of it AAAAA HE'S SO CUTE

post-awakening jinwoo tho 😩😩😩 I came a little just by thinking about him LMFAOOO 💀 I agree with everything you said and it's SO CUTE if they've been dating since he was an e-rank so she could gradually see the changes UGH I WANT HIMMMM imagine expecting him to be all subby during sex only to have him pin your wrists above your head and hold them down with ONE HAND while he's fucking you fast and rough... GOD ME WHEN

#I HAVE THOUGHTS TO BE THUNK BRB #THANKS FOR THE ASK BABYYYYYY #and thank you for reading my stuff 🥺🫶#kana answers stuff #headcanons.jinwoo

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toastling · 10 months ago

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Ever wonder what would've happened if The Owl house aired in 2013?

That's right.

We would have had an OWLSTUCK.

They would've been rendered accordingly and there would've been a short-lived comic spoken of fondly by both fanbases.

Anyway here are some kids and their classpects.

Luz Noceda - Page of Light. Duh. Most obvious one on this list. You *could* make a very strong argument for Page of Hope too, but aside from her name literally BEING Light, I think it fits a bit more. Too bad you can't multi-aspect. Though let's be real, if anybody COULD, it would be Luz Noceda, so who knows, maybe that's her special Snest (in-world Sburb variant) given gift.

Amity Blight - Witch of Breath. Breath is a lot to do with one's self in the sense of self-actualization and understanding. She needed a lil help getting there but I feel Amity fits this quite well!

Willow Park - Mage of Life. In Homestuck, Life as an aspect is most closely tied to healing, but it can also be quite literal, as we do see Life aspected characters resurrect dead friends. I think if any aspect would allow one to wield life in the most literal sense via battle plants, it'd be, well, Life!

Gus Porter - Seer of Mind. This is a class and aspect wombo combo that fits him to a goddamn T. He's far sharper about others thoughts and natures than people think, including himself. Learning to trust in his intuition is his arc. He has a pretty good grasp of others, even if he does tend to try to focus more on the good bits than the bad, even when the latter may be pertinent.

King Clawthorne - Prince of Blood. Literal royalty in name and nature, with the Blood of the Titan running through his veins whether he realizes it or not. A Prince is an active destructive class with incredible offensive capability, one that destroys its aspect or through it, in this case, Blood. As a Titan, that potential is there for King. But we know the little guy wouldn't use it unless he had to. Right?

Hunter - Heir of Time. Of all the characters, no one fits the aspect of Time better than Hunter given his relations and just how many of him have existed throughout the ages. And as for Heir, I mean, could it be any more obvious?

Vee - Sylph of Space. Conceptually, Space means a lot of things in Homestuck, and is seen by the fandom as one of the "fundamental" aspects. A common theory is no game has a potential to win without both a Space and Time player. But one thing Space represents is Form and Boundary. It is the amorphous stage the play of reality is set upon. What better for a shapeshifter? Sylphs are essentially a Healer class.

Masha - Rogue of Doom. A Thief steals for their own benefit, and a Rogue for the benefit of others. Masha Stole Doom from the entirety of her Reality Check Summer Camp crew, *especially* Vee, giving her her very first friend, potential crush, and a new home and lease on life.

The Collector - Lord of Void. He is Everything and Nothing and can create or uncreate both at will. The Lord embodies their aspect to the absolute. They are a Master class, all-powerful and uncontested in their domain. He is a leftover from a previous game of Snest, one played between just two people, the other, of course, being...

Papa Titan - Muse of Life. We've never seen an adult play any variant of Sburb. But to deal with the Collector and his games, I think he may have had no choice. A Muse, too, is a Master Class, but far more passive. The Titan is how all life in the Demon Realm exists. The Titan *is* the Isles. How much more Life-aligned can you be? And as effectively just a corpse at this point, obviously, he's pretty passive.

Emperor Belos - Knight of Rage. A perfect mastery of his aspect to both directly harm and to manipulate, a truly terrifying foe. Again, adults aren't normally players, but, you better believe he's the reason this whole damn apocalypse happened in the first place.

Boom wrote that up in like 20 minutes, welcome to my special hell.

If by chance somebody actually *likes* this and wants more for some godforsaken reason, I'll give the kids a strife specibus too.

#Toast Talks #The Owl House #TOH #Homestuck #Sburb #Owlstuck #Snest #Hexsquad #The Hexsquad #Papa Titan #TOH Collector #King Clawthorne #Classpecting

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goldenchocobo · 5 months ago

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Being a Vanitas fan/enjoyer, I've looked into him a lot, but also, for a while, I tried to map out what emotions his Unversed actually represented. I'm not great at these things, but under the cut is my attempt at nailing them down to specific feelings.

I guessed the emotion based on their name, appearance and what they do in-game.

Feel free to add onto what I've done or propose your own ideas!

Those with (?) are ones I'm not so sure upon. Those with / may mean all or one of these things.

Flood- Impatience / flood of (negative) emotions / uncontrollable

Their jittery movements imply they hate sitting still or being inactive. ‘Flood’ also refers to something overwhelming, they are also the most common Unversed.

Scrapper- “Giving the cold shoulder”/ being ignored. Can also ‘to scrap’/ fight.

They’re always shivering and looking around, looking from side to side over their shoulder. Whether they’re the ones giving or receiving, I’m not sure. As for ‘Scrapper’ as their name implies, they’re some of the first secondary Unversed you encounter and gameplay wise, provide a bit more of a challenge, hence wanting a fight.

Bruiser- To be ‘bruised’ as in ‘bruised ego’ embarrassment / Can also be sluggish(?).

They move relatively slowly, but also hit hard, like you’ve upset them.(?)

Red Hot Chili- To be in a ‘Fired up’ state / hot-headed.

To the point, they’re fire-elementals.

Thornbite- To have a thorn in one’s side.

To be annoyed with someone. This one is a little on the nose, since these Unversed attack with thorny vines.

Shoegazer- To be overly defensive.(?)

Spider Chest- A ‘nasty surprise’.

A Mimic that surprises you with threat.

Archraven- Greed.

The only reason these Unversed come down from the sky is to scoop up Munny. Ravens (and corvids in general) are known to like shiny things.

Hareraiser- Fright / retaliation(?)

They don’t attack unless you initiate first, they also make whimpering noises as if afraid.

Jellyshade- Feeling of being talked about negatively from many people(?) / bad rumours.

We only see them a few times, but they’re often in massive numbers and are easy to fell; much like how a bad rumor spreads and grows out of control.

Tank Toppler- Bottling up emotions / Emotional Outburst.

You can only defuse them one way, otherwise they puff up and up until they explode, much like how some emotions make people explode when they’ve been bottled up.

Vile Phile- Being ‘Toxic’ / talking negatively / outcasted(?)

They cast poison on you, but heal their allies.

Sonic Blaster- Feeling targeted.

They use their radar-dish to identify, then target the player with a laser.

Triple Wrecker- To wreck and destroy.(?)

Wild Bruiser- ‘Going ape’ / apeshit / throw a tantrum.

Self explanatory.

Blue Sea salt- From the adage ‘salt in the wound’ / to be overly hurt.

Another elemental, but based on the Sea Salt Ice Cream. However I feel its representation is fairly clear.

Yellow Mustard- Spiteful(?)

Mandrake- Panic / Can also be stubbornness(?)

They stay planted in the ground, only moving when the player is close, running away from them.

Buckle Bruiser- Defensive retaliation.

Much like the Bruiser, only they’re armoured- more defensive.

Chrono Twister- Feeling of running out of time / dread.

The Unversed’s face is within the hourglass, perpetually being filled up with sand, again and again; it also uses time magic against the player.

Axe Flapper- Feeling left out- to get the ‘axe’.(?)

The eyes look sad with non-fallen tears still by its eyes, while it's in the shape of an axe.

Prize Pod- Disappointment.

No real way to describe this one other than it symbolizes the opposite of what it does in-game.

Blobmob- The feeling of being mobbed / surrounded by enemies / never ending danger.

Once you defeat one, it sprouts more and more.

Glidewinder- Cheating, lying, unfairness.

Three things you never want to encounter in something competitive for three Unversed you face within races and the outside of the ship in Deep Space.

Wheel Master- Envy(?) / Can also be pettiness.

Based upon Maleficent's feelings towards Aurora.

Symphony Master- Discordance.

Based upon Anastasia, Drizella’s and Lady Trimaine’s feelings towards one another.

Cursed Coach- Jealousy.

Based upon Lady Trimaine’s feelings towards Cinderella.

Mad Treant- Terror.

Based upon the fear the Dark forest has and the illusions it creates.

Trinity Armour- Reckless / unfocused anger(?)

Three armour-like pieces come together after causing a ruckus in Radiant Garden and even when together, their attacks are still split between Terra, Aqua and Ventus.

Metamorphosis- Unexpected change(?) / draining.

It drains the power from the Ship in Deep Space. The name means to change into something else.

Mimic Master- Imposter Syndrome(?)

Iron Imprisonator (I-IV)- Trapped, Imprisoned, Restrained, Captive.

Four synonyms for four stages, where the Iron Imprisonator is slowly becoming free.

Turtle toad(s)- Gnawing hunger / ravenousness

These are the only Unversed with visible mouths.

Flowersnake- Deceit / Two-faced.

It hides away its true face behind its flower, only to spew poison.

Lump of Horror- Horror.

Self explanatory.

Based on the fear of countless children.

#kingdom hearts #kh #kingdom hearts birth by sleep #khbbs #Vanitas

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celticcrossanon · 1 year ago

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BRF Reading - 21st of July, 2024

This is speculation only

Cards drawn on the 21st of July, 2024

Question: How is The King's health?

Interpretation: Not good :(

Card One: The Ten of Pentacles

This is a nice card to start of a reading. The 10 of Pentacles is about family and legacy, what you leave to future generations. it's about stability, traditions, what you inherit, privilege, affluence, and it is one of the cards that can be used for the BRF.

The energy of this card is of thinking things over and making some small decisions. The King if thinking of his family, his family's history, what his legacy will be, and how to preserve that history and legacy for future generations. He may be updating his will and considering what he has to leave and who he wants to pass it to (bearing in mind that AFAIK everything will go to the next monarch to avoid death duties and then it will be gifted to the intended recipients). There is an emphasis on legacy in the energy of this card - The King is having a good look at his legacy so far and a good think about what he wants as his legacy and how he can achieve that. It is an energy of planning for the future, when he will no longer be around, and also what will be said about him in history books.

The Ten of Pentacles can be a card of family, and here it indicates that The King has (most of) his family around him and supporting him, which is nice to see.

Card Two: The Page of Pentacles

This is my card for the UK. It has a similar energy to the card before it - that of planning and preparing. The King is thinking of the UK, and what he wants to do for it as King, and he is taking a few small, careful steps to make that happen.

Both this card and the one before it are Pentacles, and Pentacles is the slowest suit of the Tarot. There will be lots of thinking and discussing with others and mulling it over before The King takes any action in these areas, and when he does take action it will be slow, careful, and considered.

This is the card of the student, so The King could be studying something very carefully before he makes a decision about it. He wants to learn from what he sees as past mistakes and not repeat them.

Pages are messengers, upright is good news, and Pentacles is the suit of money/titles/status/material things, so he may be thinking over something in that area and slowly composing a message about it. If so, the message will be good news, not bad news.

Pages are children, so this could be about the hole in the next generation of working royals caused by the defection of his son.

Card Three: Death in Reverse

So far, the energy of this reading has been nice - settled, calm, preparing for the future in a slow and diligent way. This card is where that stops. The Death card has the strongest energy of all the cards of the reading and its energy is not good at all. It's sitting there on the end and the energy is tolling through the reading like a bell of doom.

Death is the card of Scorpio. Here it represents The King, who is a sun sign Scorpio. In the reverse, in answer to a question about his health, it is not a good sign. The King's health is in shadow, reversed, weakened. The best interpretation is that things are at a standstill - there is no change. The worst interpretation is that things are slowly going downhill. In either case, there is no indication that The King will be able to get back to his old level of health.

Death is a card of change and transformation. In the reverse, there is no change. It is a card of stagnation, repeated negative patterns, and decay.

The energy of this card is of someone who is not getting better. Whatever state of health The King is in now, that is it. There is no change, no progression towards more healing. This is as good as it is going to get for The King, unless something happens to move the healing forward. In the absence of that push, the energy is of a state of inertia that will change to a decline of health. If The King knows this, then this explains why he is doing so many tours and events - he knows his time is more limited than what he thought and he wants to get everything done that he can within that shortened time frame.

Underlying Energy: The Eight of Cups in Reverse

The Eight of Cups is a card of grief, mourning, and moving on, walking away from something. In the reverse, you can't walk away - you are stuck. In the reverse, it indicates stagnation, accepting less than 100%, and staying in a bad situation.

The energy of this card is of resignation. The King is stuck with his current state of health. If it doesn't improve then there is nothing he can do about it. Instead, he is accepting that he is at less than 100% health and making the most of what he can do within that situation.

The suit of this card is Cups, which is about emotions, so I think The King is quite emotional about his state of health and how it has changed his plans for the future.

The card shows Psyche descending into the underworld, leaving her worldly goods behind her. This is, of course, a metaphor for death. The good news is that with the card in reverse, this is not happening just yet (unless something very unexpected happens). Cards in the reverse can sometimes indicate a delay before the event occurs, and that is the energy I am getting from this image. The descent to the underworld will happen, it is closer than The King would like it to be, but - not yet. It is not yet the time for this to happen.

Suits: Major arcana for Scorpio, a water sign, Cups = water = emotions, and Pentacles = earth = material things. Emotions and material things. Timing wise, Pentacles is the slowest suite of the Tarot and represents years, Cups are the next slowest and represents months.

Conclusion:

The King is as well now as he will ever be. He is not at death's door, but neither is he in the pink of health He is concerned about his legacy, how he will be seen by the history books, what he is passing on to his descendants, and what he wants to do for the UK. He may be quite emotional about the state of his health and what it means for his plans for his reign.

The King is in a state of health where nothing is changing, for good or bad. He can use this time to do the things he wants to do, before his health becomes worse. His health will decline, but that decline is not here quite yet. He has this pocket of time (which could be months or years) to do the things he wants to do and to prepare for the future.

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numberonetacostan · 7 months ago

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I like to think that Taco would get attached to things she got as gifts but where she would keep them even if they were basically unusable.

You've mentioned Mic piercing her ears before and I'd imagine her keeping those little red studs even if something happened like she lost the backs or couldn't use them for whatever reason.

I'm not sure what Mepad would give her maybe something like a recording of a song he knows she likes? (and his death would give her all the more reason to keep it)

She probably has something from Pickle, maybe they had 2 versions of the same picnic picture, I doubt she'd like to look at it too much, emotions and all.

Hello there!!!^^ Welcome back, and thank you for submitting your thoughts!!! X] It's really sweet to see mention of a previously mentioned headcanon of mine, hehe.^^

I agree that she'd get very attached to gifts or things that represent the people important to her!!!! She absolutely would keep them even if they were basically unusable, and I think she'd keep them in her shell too so they can always be close at hand <3.

Losing backs to piercings isn't that bad, actually, unless they're not fully healed and fall out!! You can buy new earring backs pretty easily online or in stores :D!! I think it would be sweet if she was offered other earrings, but straight up never took her little red studs off because they're a special gift from Mic!!! Even if she did wear different ones for whatever reason, the red studs stay on her person at all times <3.

As for Mepad!! I have two ideas. She either keeps the bowtie that she gave to him, since even though Mic had used it too, he did die in it, which makes it more sentimental to him, or she keeps his memory/sd card with her. The latter would come if Test Tube finds she's really unable to fix his body, to which Taco would end up taking that piece of his heart before his funeral, to keep him with her in heart even if he can't be there in body.

OUGHHH her having the picture would be so sweet. Pickle printing out one for each of them,,, them both happening to be looking at it at the same time after the s1 finale,,, you're right that she wouldn't look at it much, but I think as time passes she might take a few more glimpses, at least before she meets Mic. I could also see her having Pickle's eyepatch from season 1, it would be interesting esp if she ends up using it when she's injured in episode 13.

#inanimate insanity #ii taco #taco ii #loomy's answers #inanimate insanity hc #ii mic #mic ii #tacomic #ii mepad #mepad ii #tacopad #pickle ii #ii pickle

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chicagofires · 2 months ago

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okay here it is: a very in depth analysis of stella kidd’s hairstyles. now i’m only really gonna be discussing hairstyles she wears on shift because she varies it a bit more when she’s at molly’s or the loft or something, but i think there is a lot to be discussed about the styles she tends to wear on shift the most. now y’all might think some of this is reaching (and maybe it is) but i think they are intentional patterns and i feel like the hair department has to at least have some reasoning behind their choices. and feel free to add on with any thoughts. this is gonna be a long post but enjoy

so from seasons 4-7 she pretty exclusively wore a curly/wavy ponytail on shift (see below) i think this symbolizes the lightheartedness and playfulness of her character in the earlier seasons that has kind of been lost the more she goes through because let’s be honest, stella took herself way less seriously in her earlier seasons and i think that’s a very natural evolution of her character with all she’s been through and i think this hairstyle shows that

now season 7 is interesting because she still wears a ponytail but starts wearing it way curlier once stellaride are falling apart and ultimately broken up. i think this symbolizes the self growth that she underwent through this season and how choosing to break up with kelly was really important in her growth and healing even if she was obviously still in love with him

season 8 she also stays in a very curly ponytail for the first few episodes, which i think symbolizes her joy now that her and kelly are back and better than ever

but then she starts wearing it tighter/more slicked back and less curly from the time she starts doing the leadership conference. i think this symbolizes the pressure that she feels with leadership and also GOF, and the start of her taking herself more seriously than she did before

and this continues in early season 9 as she pursues the lieutenant track and continues to feel a lot of pressure. but then she begins wearing braids more. definitely a more relaxed and fun style than she wore in season 8/early season 9. i think this represents how even though she still is a lieutenant now and is taking herself seriously, she is more confident and self-assured

and she continues to wear braids once she actually gets a lieutenant position, but in a different style, symbolizing that this is a huge transition in her career but that she’s still the same person at heart

now she pretty much exclusively wore the braid crown throughout seasons 10 and 11, but in the first few episodes of season 12 she wore a tight bun for the first time in years, i think representing the stellaride tension at the time

but then in 12x06 she is again wearing a ponytail, finally at peace in her marriage again

she wears various styles throughout 12b but one i think is very intentional is the tight bun she wears in 12x11. basically continuing the common theme of tighter, less curly styles being representative of stress and tension for her

now again, she has varied her hairstyles a lot in season 13 but one thing i think is interesting is that she wore the same style in episodes 11 and 20 (the only times this season shes worn this style i believe unless someone can correct me?). is it a coincidence that both episodes, she began very happy and at peace before being blindsided by something really hard and traumatic? idk. this one is very likely a stretch because she wore that style a lot in early season 10, and even in season 12 sometimes, but i do find how it’s been used in 13 interesting

so yeah if you read all of this i love you and again feel free to add on

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godsholyhat · 3 months ago

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KCD Characters in Dragon Age

So I'm a big fan of Dragon Age and always enjoy a good crossover, so I thought I'd work out what fighting style some of the main KCD characters would have, and where they'd fit in the world of Thedas...

Setting: Obviously this is an AU, but I'd set it somewhere in the Blessed Age, around the time that Nevarra was actually trying to expand into the Free Marches. While it's tempting to have Henry and co. be Ferelden, it's fairly obvious that Ferelden is representative of Northwestern Europe, while the Free Marches have a stronger parallel with the Holy Roman Empire, so I've set it there (and also because DA2 is my favourite Dragon Age game). In this world, the King of Nevarra, Sigismund, seeks to expand over the Free Marches, loosely held under a coalition spearheaded by Wenceslas of Markham (his half-brother).

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Henry — Mage (Knight Enchanter/Arcane Warrior) Born to an elf mother and human father in the Free Marches, raised as the son of a blacksmith in a small mining village in the foothills of the Vimmark Mountains. His magic only manifested itself when he was a teenager, and mostly through his skill as a blacksmith. His village was destroyed and his family killed in a raid by the King of Nevarra who was aiming to expand his territory over the Free Marches. Learned to channel his magic in battle, but has developed a talent for healing magic as well.

Hans — Rogue (Royal Archer) Spoiled heir to the throne of one of the smaller city states of the Free Marches. Expert marksman and warrior. Disliked by his town's nobility for his habit of spending time with the elves and ordinary folk of Rattay. After Henry saves his life with an act of magic, Hans stops him being taken away to a Circle by insisting that Henry is his new arcane advisor.

Godwin — Warrior (Templar) Former Knight-Captain of a small village chantry. Removed from his post after the discovery of a long-standing affair between him and the Revered mother. Drinker, gambler, womaniser. Struggles with lyrium addiction.

Theresa — Rogue (Assassin) Proved herself in the raid on Skalitz as a capable assassin of Nevarran soldiers. Capable of disappearing into the shadows. Her time spent with her uncle in Rattay has taught her a variety of new skills relating to lockpicking and other forms of subterfuge, though she doesn't like to use them unless absolutely needed.

Žižka — Warrior (Champion) Former heir to some small castle in the Marches, since sold off to pay off debts. Trained as a warrior and served as a soldier under various Marcher lords. Has won the Grand Tourney twice.

Katherine — Mage (Spirit Healer/Vengeance) Like Henry, grew up in a remote village not aware of her magical powers. Fortunately for Katherine, she learned early how to hide her magic and was able to live a normal life, up until her village was attacked by Nevarran soldiers, killing her husband and family. Though she remains a healer, she struggles with vengeance, and has come close to allowing herself to be possessed by a spirit of that emotion.

Rosa — Rogue (Artificer) Although her mother and father never let her train as a warrior like she wanted, Rosa developed a keen interest in mechanics and built her own crossbow at a young age. Growing up in Kirkwall, she became very capable at navigating the city's underworld, and the passages to the Ruthard palace in the city are lined with traps of her own invention.

Sam — Warrior (Spirit Warrior) Like Henry, Sam was born to an elf mother and a human father. His grandfather, the hahren of Kirkwall's alienage, was ashamed of his daughter's union and sent her and her unborn son to live with a friendly Dalish clan for some time. Sam received training as a spirit warrior under the Dalish before returning to Kirkwall and working alongside his grandfather to better the conditions of his people.

Dry Devil — Warrior (Reaver) Renowned as a bandit lord and dragon hunter. Widely suspected to be a demon in human form due to his bloodthirsty nature and skill in battle.

Kubyenka — Rogue (Tempest) Born into a Carta family, Kubyenka took to the life of a rogue with ease. As a dwarf, he has no skill for magic, but compensates with a skill for alchemy that grants him near-magical powers in battle, assuming he's sober enough to make the elixirs he needs.

Janosh — Mage (Necromancer) Janosh grew up near Perendale in Nevarra on the Orlesian border and discovered his magic at a young age. He spent time in the Circle of Cumberland, but his skill in magic was never particularly good. His skill as a cook, however, was far better, and he was granted leave from the Circle to go work as a chef. Has an affinity for spirits and the Fade which grants him a degree of control over them in battle, but spends most of his time trying to find the best wine and food in his vicinity.

Adder — Warrior (Berserker) No one is sure where Adder's from, but the best guess is a lost Dalish tribe. Only Janosh can really understand his language through Fade magic. Wherever he is from, and whatever his story, he is bloodthirsty, unpredictable, and utterly irresistible to many women and a good deal of men.

Musa — Healer Born in Rivain, Musa is neither fighter nor mage, but has honed his skills as a healer and diplomat. Though born into a noble family, political upheaval forced him to flee, first to the Tevinter Imperium, then to Orlais, and finally Nevarra, where he was employed by the King of Nevarra as a physician in the army. While he is not a mage, his skills at healing are remarked upon even by spirits of the fade, who often gather around him to help his patients.

Brabant — Rogue (Duellist) Brabant is an Orlesian noble from the Dales who claims to have travelled the length and breadth of Thedas. He often boasts about the many duels he has fought in capitals across the known world: from facing down the Arishok himself in Seheron to settling a dispute with an Avvar chieftain with his blade.

#I feel like making Henry a mage is a very controversial take #however given there's so much more social mobility in Thedas it seemed the best way to restrict him in the way he's restricted as a peasant #also Arcane Warrior slaps and I'm still mad we never got it after DAO — Knight Enchanter is good though #poor Henry is a mage who just tanks for everyone #kingdom come deliverance

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samoankpoper21 · 2 years ago

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Duke! Gojo IB@gojonanami

A/N As soon as I saw this I KNEW I had to make an attempt at trying to write a scenario for this - tell me you read too many webtoons without telling me you read too many webtoons 🤭 S/O to @gojonanami for this prompt! My only hope is that I do this justice 🥺🥺Also your last name is Hamilton 🤣 It just sounds like a marquess last name 🤣

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Noble factions trembled in fear or coveted his wealth, the lower class revering him akin to the Gods. Gojo Satoru. The name alone sounded deadly, goosebumps trailing one's skin.

Gojo Satoru rose up in ranks quickly due to his sheer strength; legend has it that he was born with the Divine Power of the Gods.

Every 20 years an individual was bestowed with the Divine Power of the Gods. The powers varied for each individual: there was the power of healing, immense strength, wielding fire, shape shifting, immortality, forming force fields, astral projection, regeneration, clairvoyance, and speed; each of the powers representative of the Gods. In Gojo's case however, the day that he was born, legends say that the Gods were clashing amongst one another resulting in Gojo being born with not one Divine Power but five: astral projection, clairvoyance, forming force fields, speed, and immense strength.

He was known as the emperor's sword. When the former emperor Rion of Novaland heard of Gojo's birth, he sought the boy out and trained him under the intense tutelage of the imperial knights where they were able to tap in to all of his powers. Once Emperor Rion heard news of this, he swiftly sent the then 15-year old to lead the Novaland imperial knights to numerous battles under the guise of defending Novaland. News of Gojo's victories spread throughout the land and beyond causing Rion's enemies to quiver in fear, forcing them to either pledge allegiance to Novaland or become victims of being conquered. He agreed to become the emperor's sword with the promise of earning his own land and the title of Duke.

All Gojo knew was war and blood so when Yaga ascended the throne, through the overthrowing of Rion, Yaga taught him that there was more to life than war. As promised Gojo earned his title, land, and new friends through Yaga's right hand man/scholar Geto Suguru and mage Shoko Ieiri.

*Current day*

The sound of swords clashing against one another could be heard throughout the courtyard. To the naked eye, all could be seen was a blur of white hair and his opponent being knocked on their ass, sword being pressed to the opponent's chest. "Satoru." Gojo sheathed his sword and made his way to the raven haired, circular spectacles man standing in the shadow. "You should be getting ready for the ball tonight. You don't have time to be practicing with your sword-"

"Suguru, you sound like my nagging wife." This comment caused Suguru to blush a little, Satoru smirking at the effect he had on the beautiful scholar. Suguru cleared his throat, continuing with, "Well maybe if you listened to Yaga, I wouldn't have to nag you." Satoru stuck his tongue out as they walked down the corridor. They walked in comfortable silence, each preoccupied with their own thoughts. Satoru couldn't believe how much he changed under the guidance of Yaga: he was still stoic and aloof, but when he was surrounded by Suguru, Shoko, or Yaga he turned into a playful teenager; that right having been stripped from him being on the battlefield since he was 15. They didn't mind it though; in fact they welcomed Satoru's playfulness. The only time he crossed the line was when he mixed up the potions in Shoko's lab and it ended up causing a huge explosion; since then he has been banned from going near the potions. He reveled in the change of pace: from being constantly on edge to being relaxed. Yaga had promised him that he would no longer have to yield the title of being the emperor's sword, unless it was absolutely necessary, that that's what Shoko was intended for. "The only thing I need you to focus on Satoru is to find a wife." Wife. He scoffed at the word. Who in their right mind would send their daughter to marry the emperor's sword? Even after years passed, Satoru noticed that people would flinch or either flee at the sight of him. He convinced himself that it was ok but still felt a pang when he experiences it.

"What are you thinking about?" Suguru's question bringing him out of his reverie. Satoru crossed his hands behind his back answering with, "How Yaga keeps holding these pointless balls in order for me to settle down."

"It's not pointless Satoru. We're forming alliances with neighboring countries while trying to get you to find a suitable bride."

"So why doesn't Yaga pester you?" Suguru brought his right hand to the left side of his chest, bowing, saying, "I am but a lowly scholar. My title dictates whether I will be lucky enough to be wed." Satoru stood there silently staring at the man bowed before him. He knew Suguru was right; being a scholar/the emperor's right hand man dictated that Suguru may have a fling or two but his loyalty is to the emperor. Satoru sighed. "Don't worry beautiful. I'll be there at the ball."

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You were staring out the window of the carriage as your father and stepmother were lecturing you about your etiquette. "Y/N!" the shouting of your name snapped you out of your daydream. "Huh?"

"Have you listened to a single word we said?" your father shrieked. Your stepmother flapped her fan open covering her mouth as she noted, "Tsk. Such a disobedient daughter." You clutched at the fabric of your gown tightly wanting to explode. You already knew why you were being sent to the ball: your father being a marquess of a small land was looking to expand financially and politically. You were his ticket. Having already made your debut into society, you were known to be reckless, a free spirit. What was meant to be you defending another noble woman against her abusive husband spun into you being nosy, impulsive. Do you regret stepping in? Of course not. Your mother's last words was to always strive for justice regardless of the cost.

Your father began rubbing at his temples. "What am I going to do with you Y/N?"

"Father, you have nothing to fear. I will act like the perfect doll juuust for you." A slap across your right cheek reverberated throughout the carriage, your stepmother gasping behind her fan. "Is this some kind of sick game to you?!" your father fumed. "If only it was you and not your mother who was taken away!"

"Shh," your stepmother chided him, rubbing his forearm. "That's enough dear." You could feel the tears pooling at the corner of your eyes threatening to spill over. You wouldn't give these people the satisfaction. You straightened your back peering ahead when your stepmother continued with, "Who knows, she'll probably catch the attention of Duke Gojo. He's an eligible bachelor, has an expanse of land, and is known for...taming unruly animals."

"Unruly animal?" you scoffed. "You should speak for yourself. Have you no pride or shame? Crawling into a mourning man's bed before the mourning period is over?" Another slap reverberated throughout the carriage, this time your stepmother fuming, shaking. "You're just as unruly as HER." Since your mother's passing, neither your father or stepmother referred to her by her name Luciana. You were ready to rip the pearls that adorned your stepmother's hair when your father put himself between she and you. "Y/N stop it this instant! Marilyn has been nothing but sweet to you stepping in since your mother died."

"You never call mom by her name anymore! You act like she never existed! As if she's a ghost!" Your father paused as the carriage came to a halt, an abrupt knock letting you all know that you have arrived at the palace. Your father shook his head, hoping to clear his guilty conscious after your harsh words pierced his heart. "Come out when you're ready." He replied. "Don't forget to fix your makeup." your stepmother proffered.

Gojo was internally fidgeting. He hated social events like these. He could tolerate being at death's door but what he could not stand was the stares, whispers. "All hail Emperor Yaga!" The attendees all stopped to bow or curtsy shouting, "Greetings to the star of Novaland", as he made his way to his seat, Suguru standing to the right of him. "Thank you all for attending this ball. I hope that this ball serves as a wonderful memory for you all. Let us enjoy the fesitivities! May the Divine Power of the Gods bless and be with you!"

"May the Divine Power of the Gods bless and be with you!" the music resumed and senseless chatter began to fill the air. "Duke Gojo." Yaga's booming voice greeted him as he took his seat. "Greetings to the star of Novaland. May the Divine Power of the Gods bless and be with you." he bowed. Yaga dismissed Gojo stating, "You don't have to be so formal."

"In a formal setting such as this one must oblige."

"Hm. Have you found anyone to your liking?"

"I have not Emperor Yaga."

"At least go and socialize. Dance. Be happy. Try to smile a little." Satoru looked to Suguru for help but was disappointed when he saw Suguru stifling his laughter. Yaga dismissed Satoru with a wave of his hand. He reluctantly dragged his feet grabbing a glass of champagne on his way to "socialize".

You lost track of how many glasses of champagne you had, only 3 of the nobles had asked you to dance and you reluctantly agreed. You caught a glimpse of your father and stepmother making their way around each table, trying to strike a deal of some sort. You scoffed at how pathetic they looked and gulped down another source of bubbly. With each glass, the taste became sweeter, causing you to almost forget about the earlier events. How dare they look down on you and your mother? It's not like saying Luciana was hard. Where was the man that fought injustice alongside Luciana? The man whose fire and passion for injustices was just as brazen as Luciana? Scoffing and downing another glass, you realized that that man had died along with your mother. That man, known as your father, is no where to be found. You grabbed the tray of glasses from the waiter saying, "I'll take these thank yoooouuu."

"Miss, at least allow me to carry it to your table."

"You can bring it out to the balcony that's fine." The cold air hit your face causing you to let out a breath you hadn't realized you were holding. You began humming to yourself when you sensed another presence. You turned and nearly dropped your jaw and champagne. This man was breathtaking. You took in his tall stature, broad shoulders, white hair, and beautiful, cerulean eyes. "Forgive me. I did not realize there was someone occupying this space." He bowed indicating his leaving when you stopped him; unsure of whether it was the alcohol or your loneliness that forbid him to go. "No, no! Stay! You can stay." You mentally facepalmed yourself at the fact you demanded him to stay as if he was a dog. He gently smiled and came to stand beside you. He noticed the tray with 12 champagne glasses asking, "Are one of these for me?" you were in the middle of drinking another one when you motioned with your eyes that yes he could take one. He chuckled asking, "If I may be so forward why are you out here instead of inside enjoying the party?"

"Pft. What's there to enjoy? My father and stepmother only agreed to come to the ball because I'm their ticket to wanting to expand."

"Who's your father?"

"Marquess Hamilton," you took another glass from the tray and chugged that one. "Wanna know the sad thing though? My dad is trying to marry me off to Duke Gojo." Gojo paused at that, instinctively feeling his hand clench around the glass. Here it comes. He thought to himself. The rumors and the fear. "Is that so?" he asked.

"Yeah but I don't even know him, let alone what he looks like." Gojo spit the champagne out due to him laughing causing you to glare at him. "Stop laughing at me. I genuinely wanted to meet him."

"My apologies. I'm just trying to understand why you want to meet him. Haven't you heard the rumors? How he's a monster hellbent on war?" You stood there in silence, with your head down, cheeks rosy, Gojo worried that you may have passed out standing up until he heard a low, "Forgive my language kind sir but fuck the rumors!" Gojo was surprised by your outburst taking a step back. "How dare these people call him a monster! What right do they have to judge someone huh?! Were they out on the battlefield?! Were they born with the Divine Power of the Gods?! Of course not! Half of these swines and cads wish they had a portion of what Duke Gojo has! And the most infuriating part about these said rumors is that they haven't even heard his side of the story! So how can they judge someone so easily without even trying to listen?!" You stood there trying to catch your breath, your hands shaking. Gojo stood there amazed, happy. There was someone who actually wanted to get to know his side. Due to the tightness of your corset and the copious amounts of alcohol, you began to feel light headed and began swaying to the side. "Whoa there," Gojo caught you pulling you towards him. He peered down and brushed a piece of hair out of your face, hearing that you had fallen asleep. He chuckled as he picked you up bridal style. I have to marry this woman. I'll get her out of her father's clutches and then I'll marry her. He carried you back into the ball, this time no longer feeling uncomfortable with all the peering eyes, announcing to emperor Yaga that he had found his bride.

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