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romanceimp · 3 years ago

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Bitter Taste: Iwaizumi x f/reader Pt. 1

pt. 2 here

THIS IS SO LATE and I’m a fuck up hahahaha (kinda ironic this was 2 weeks late for Mental Health Awareness month)

I am crediting my girl @kuso-deku for giving me Iwaizumi brain rot to begin with. I am also crediting @gixxie and @idonotagreebitch for helping me talk through my ideas... and crediting @doinmybesthere for the wonderful idea of a mental health awareness collaboration the link is here. PLS READ THE REST OF THE WORKS. Everyone deserves the love.

TW: manipulative male/female relationships, gaslighting?, subtle shit head crap that most men do (don’t worry Iwa is a peach as always tho, it’s Ushijima that’s the problem)

Iwaizumi stands and stretches in the cinema. The movie had been good, but long, he figured it was a little after midnight. “What’d ya think?” Kuroo asks as they exit the theatre. “I hated the ending…” Oikawa gripes, “I hate endings where everyone just dies.” “You are such a princess Tooru, I swear, it’s a metaphorical ending… did you not catch all the symbolism in the opening credits?” Iwaizumi sighs and turns his phone back on, trying his best to ignore their bickering. Slowly, notification after notification pops up… all from you. He blinks, surprised. You had declined his offer to join him for the film, stating you had previous plans attending a close friend’s birthday.

Iwa opens the messages from you. He sees first the selfies. You look beautiful, extravagant even. Your dress is beautiful, it compliments your figure perfectly with the corseted bodice. It’s white and so is your lace mask. Broad, feathered angel wings rest on your back. Angelic would have been a word he’d used to describe you before, but now, it was confirmed. He wants to keep staring at the photos but Kuroo and Oikawa are starting to become too curious about the contents of his phone. He scrolls and relaxes his face to look more casual. But it’s hard when your intoxicated messages are so darn cute.

hope the movie is good!

okay so I guess there’s an open bar? Is it my birthday too?

if you wanna come by after the movie I’msure you coul

this partyyyy suckssssssss assssssssss

wish id gon wiht u xx

You are clearly drunk and he laughs to himself before Kuroo peers over his right shoulder. “Well she’s thinking about you at least,” he smirks. Oikawa peers over Iwaizumi’s left shoulder, “ooo play the voice message.” Oikawa taps the message before Iwaizumi can give him an answer.

“Hiiiii Iwaaaaaa, hope you like the moovie and you’re having a good time, cuz I’m having a preetyy good time, they gots free margaritaaass. Okay byeeeee”

The guys laugh and Oikawa presses the next one.

“Hey Iwaaa, I made up a song about you, ready?

Iwaizumi

Doesn’t know what he does- to me…

Sshfhsijknfhahaha I cant remember the rest som’n bout… som’n I dunno. Byeee”

“Okay, Ushi says that I need to say sorry for sending so many…” you pause and then whisper, “drunk messages, but I’as only tellin’ ya I ssink ‘r awesome ‘n you should totally come to this party and hang out with me… you’re awesome, okay byeee”

Oikawa and Kuroo pause and look at Iwaizumi. “Ushi?” Oikawa asks, “like Ushiwaka?” Oikawa’s eyes are narrowed and he gags dramatically in disgust. Iwaizumi nods and walks to exit the theatre. “Wait… that’s her friend who’s having the birthday party?” Iwa grimaces as Kuroo chuckles. “No wonder you’ve had a stick up your ass all night.” Iwa glares at him, “they’re just friends… apparently… I don’t know, she said they’ve known each other for a really long time…” Kuroo claps Iwaizumi on the back. “I think you should definitely go to the party.” Iwaizumi starts to object but the ring of his phone draws attention, and he answers it. “Heyyy you're outta th’moviee, heheeheheha,” you slur. Iwaizumi laughs softly and smiles, “yeah, I’m out of the movie now, are you… good?” There is so much background noise, it almost drowns out your sweet sleepy voice. “I’m soooo good… … I just-” he can hear your voice drop to a drunken whisper. “I’z just hoping to see you today,” you mumble finally.

Iwaizumi can feel his heartbeat quicken, his head reeling. “Oh really?” He plays cool but then instantly regrets it when you give him a serious answer. “Yeah, I was really hoping you’d come to the party, even for just a little,” you murmur. Iwaizumi can’t help but chuckle. You were pretty cute like this, not normally so transparent. You were actually quite hard to read, so sweet but guarded and teasing too. You were a friend of Oikawa’s first and he had met you through him. He’d liked the way you sat cross legged on the couch smiling, chin in your hands while you asked questions and listened to his answers. Your eyes sparkle when you hear something you like, and your face lights up when you talk about things you find interesting.

“Ya don’t have to, I can just see ya another time,” you add. He’s been silent too long which causes him to speak without thinking. “No, I’d love to see you, I’ll head to you now.” Kuroo and Oikawa are silently cheering him on and Iwa turns away in embarrassment. “Really? Okay! I’ll drop my pin… as the kids are sayin’ these days hahaha.” “See you soon, drink some water okay?” “Mhm, I will, see ya soon!”

You were at a club owned by Ushijima’s family. A place called ‘Eagle’s Nest’. He’d only known you for a few weeks but he couldn’t help his infatuation. It was immediate, the night he had gone to Oikawas for game night. You spoke to him so easily not knowing him at all and laughed at his little side jabs to his long time friend. The way you looked at him… Iwa knew then that he wanted to see you smile, hear your laugh, and that he would be happy to assume the responsibility of making that happen.

He was surprised when you had declined his offer for the movie, feeling that you both had some definite chemistry, but Iwaizumi was even more surprised when you had said that you had prior plans with his old time rival Ushijima Wakatoshi. Iwaizumi hadn’t seen him since high school but they knew a few people in common, Oikawa being one of those people. Oikawa could sure hold a grudge but Iwaizumi took all of his comments with a grain of salt. Ushijima often came off entitled and cold, which would leave Iwaizumi with a bad taste in his mouth. Maybe Oikawa had the right idea holding a grudge… But grudge or not he wanted to see you, hear your voice and admire you all dolled up.

When Iwaizumi arrives at the club he is met with a large security guard. “Invitation?” he grumbles. Iwa remains calm but a small trickle of fear runs down his back. Iwaizumi gives the guard a casual smile before he starts to answer but he is interrupted. “Iwaaaaa,” you cry from the top of the stairs. The mask you’d had on is now resting on top of your head, the delicate features of your face now exposed. The floofy skirt of your dress bounces with your excitement as you run down the stairs. You crash into him, throwing your arms around his neck. You bury your face in his collar and still momentarily. Drunk and bubbly, you melt when Iwa wraps his arms around your waist in return, avoiding your costume’s wings. “Mmmm,” you hum, breath hot against his skin, “you smell good.” You pull back and stare into his wide eyes. “You look incredible,” he offers, a slight pink tint to his cheeks. You grin in return and simply take hold of his hand. “He’s with me,” you beam at the guard. Iwaizumi is doubtful this trick will work here. But he is surprised when the guard steps aside saying, “as you wish Miss L/N.” You giggle and pull Iwa towards the doors. “I’ll bring you some cake later, okay Jurou?” Jurou laughs, “just have fun darlin’.” “You’re the best,” you call behind you as you push open the doors. Iwaizumi can’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy knowing that you are on a first name basis with one of the body guards at the Wakatoshi’s club. How close were you with Ushijima?

Blue and purple lights illuminate the vast space while black tiles make up the main floor. The dance floor is sunken, in the middle of the club with a small set of stairs leading down to it. It’s made entirely of glass, beneath is a saltwater garden of different plants and coral.

“You’ll need one of these,” you explain, swiping a simple black mask from the welcome table. You hand it over to him and pull yours down over your eyes. Iwaizumi adjusts it to where he can see. “You look so handsome,” you admire. He grins, “what about you? You’ve got wings!” You laugh and adjust your mask back on top of your forehead. “I’m a swan, and Ushi said I couldn’t be a swan without wings!” You spin for him, trying your best to flap the feathered wings. Small pieces of confetti glitter rain from the skirt of your dress. Iwaizumi takes in your face illuminated by the lights of the club. Blue and pink dancing over your cheeks as you smile up at him. “What?” you giggle nervously. Just a few weeks but he is mesmerised by your everything. He shakes his head and tries to move on. He wanted to tell you how he felt but this wasn’t the right time. It should be when you’re sober, when you can take in his words properly.

You coax him down towards the bar. “You’re sure it’s okay to sneak in uninvited guests?” Iwa questions. “Well, I asked Ushi ‘nd he said it was okay, so yeah!” You grin but notice Iwaizumi’s reserve. “It’s really okay, I promise, let’s just get a drink,” you suggest and take his hand. “Only if you drink more water,” he smirks. You roll your eyes at Iwa, “I drank some water before you got here actually.” You look back at him as you both head down to the bar. “I’ll prolly regret that yurr seeing me like this tamorow, ya know,” you call over the blaring music. “It’s cute, you’re cute,” he assures as he leans against the bar, “I didn’t know you thought about me this much until I saw all the snapchats and voice messages and texts.” You cover your face in humiliation, “I knowww, I’m sorry but you were on my mind a lot, alot alot, and couldn’t stop think about ya, and the booze told me to keep on messaging…” You trail off, finding the last shred of your filter to keep you from talking. The bartender hands you your water and you take a long drink.

“Iwaizumi,” a voice projects over the baseline. Ushijima stands tall advancing towards where you both stand. His expression is neutral though, his eyes keep darting to you and then back to Iwaizumi. Ushijima is dressed as a knight, his silver mask hangs languidly around his neck. “Ushiwaka,” Iwa acknowledges, “this is a hell of a birthday party.” You giggle and point at Ushiwaka, “he’s 28 today; getting sooo old.” In that moment, Iwaizumi watches him do something he had never seen him do before. Smile… and then laugh. Ushijima wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you closer. “You’re just a baby, you’re only-” You wave your hand in front of Ushiwaka’s face, shushing him. “No, no, Iwa doesn’t knowww, don’t tell him,” you plead. “She’s only 23,” Ushiwaka says. You hold your face in your hands once more and groan. Ushijima pulls your hands from your face, “just barely twenty three too.” You glare at him and look back at Iwaizumi embarrassed. “Did she not tell you her age?” Ushijima asks Iwaizumi. Iwa shrugs, “She didn’t, but I never asked,” Iwa shrugs casually, addressing you now, “didn’t seem important since you carry yourself so well.”

You turn to Iwa, mouth open like you’re about to respond but Ushijima swipes the glass from your hands before you can finish. “Drinking water?” You look up at him. “But it’s my birthday… and this is a party… you need something stronger…” Ushijima beacons the bartender with a single flick of his hand. The barman pours three double shots of a clear liquid from a foreign looking bottle. Ushijima takes a glass and hands it to you, before handing another to Iwaizumi. Ushijima gives him a wink as he loops his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He raises his glass, the violet lights illuminating the liquid. Iwaizumi follows his lead. “To my Juliet, the belle of the ball,” Ushijima bellows. You smile slightly and shake your head. “No no, to you Ushi, it’s your birthday, not mine, we are celebrating you!” Your eyes find Iwa’s, but you leave your glass raised. Ushijima grabs hold of your hand that’s still wrapped around the glass. “Cheers,” He tips the glass towards your lips and you swallow the clear liquor as he feeds it to you. You down it all in one go and Ushiwaka smiles wide once again. “She’s good, huh?” With that, Ushiwaka clinks his glass to Iwaizumi’s, “to you brother,” he assures. Iwa is surprised with the sudden sentiment. “And to you,” he replies before downing the shot. The liquor is surprisingly smooth, expensive, and strong. Iwa can feel his head starting to get light from the small portion that was in the glass and Iwa wasn’t a light weight. “Strong huh?” Ushijima smirks. Iwaizumi nods then turns to the bartender to signal for a water.

Ushijima turns to where you stand swaying slightly with the music. “Look at her, she gets drunk so easily,” Ushijima smiles. “How are you feeling, princess?” he shouts over at you. Iwa turns away and downs his water in disgust. ‘Princess?’ Ushijima shouldn’t be calling you that if you’re both just friends. You blink and give him a smile and a thumbs up. There was a natural innocence about you, a childlike wonder and curiosity, the embodiment of sanguine. Ushijima’s air was sometimes sinister, like he was taking advantage of your natural trusting nature. Iwa watches as Ushijima’s large hands rest on either of your shoulders and he pushes you back and forth like a pendulum between his palms. You giggle and try to push him away, “Ushi stooopp.” He laughs with you and continues pushing you around, “you’re so cute and small though, see?” He places a hand on top of your head and you still. “I said to stop,” you mumble. “And I did,” he retorts before letting you go.

Iwa watches the sudden weight of gravity find you as you stumble in your heels. He catches your arm just in time. Your arms find their way around his neck once more, your face in the crook of his neck. You pull away and Iwa examines your foggy eyes. “You okay?” You nod, pushing off of Iwa’s chest. You fix your hair, “it’s fine, he just messin’” you turn to Ushijima, “and someone doesn’t know when to quit.” You’re pulled away into Ushiwaka’s arms. He sways you back and forth, your back held against his chest while he says soft apologies. He whispers something to you and you nod. Iwaizumi wanted to pull you away from him. Not because he was jealous, but because the way that Ushiwaka was behaving with you was odd.

“Y/n is a little bit tired, why don’t you join us in VIP?” Iwa smiles and gives his thanks, trying his best to hide his scowl. Iwa follows after you and Ushiwaka, upstairs and under velvet ropes hoping that he will find a good moment to pull you away. But instead you are pulled onto the couch beside Ushiwaka. He lights a cigar and offers one to Iwa, but Iwaizumi declines with a simple, “no thanks, don’t smoke.” It’s strange the way that Ushiwaka keeps whispering in your ear, giving you sips of his drinks, and blowing smoke in your face. “Ushi, stop please, the smell is making me sick,” you whine. But he just pulls you closer to him, chuckling all the while and does it again. You’re laughing and poking his face, but it’s not out of joy... Watching Ushijima interact with you the whole night has been like watching a cat toy with a mouse.

Iwa grimaces when Ushiwaka tickles you. “Stop-stop-don’t-stop,” you giggle and howl. “She said to stop!” Iwa raises his voice. Ushijima’s eyes shoot towards Iwaizumi while you squirm off the couch. Your eyes are heavy as you walk towards a dark hallway and disappear into the shadows. Iwa’s eyes flick to the entrance to the hall. Ushiwaka sits in a contented silence, sipping a drink, “she’s so dramatic,” he sighs. He continues smoking, arm rested over the back of the purple velvet sofa. Ushijima takes a sip of his drink, swirling the ice in his glass. Iwa doesn’t move to break the silence no matter how expectant Ushijima’s expression was. He stamps out his cigar in the tray before addressing him.

“She’s awfully talkative, and incredibly fond of you…” Ushijima starts, an odd smirk painting his expression. Iwaizumi raises an eyebrow in intrigue and Ushijima’s face hardens. “She won’t shut up about you since she met you… it’s annoying...” Iwaizumi, remains quiet, the silence settling over the men like a thick fog. The only sounds are muffled club music and the ice tinkling against Ushijima’s glass. “I’m going to be honest as a friend… bad idea.” Iwaizumi can feel the rage bubbling inside his gut, “I don’t think that what’s going on between us is any of your-” He’s cut off by Ushijima.

“I’m really looking out for you Iwaizumi, girls can break hearts and Y/n is kind of known for that… she’s just a sweet soul, makes friends easily, but love? That’s harder for her… doesn’t have the best taste in men I’m afraid, I want to protect her and you from a situation where I can already see the conclusion… I get that you like her, everyone does.” Iwazumi leans forward, “does that include you?” Ushijima is stone faced, then gives a cold laugh. “You’re funnier than I remember, Iwaizumi.”

Iwaizumi rises and heads towards the hall you disappeared down. If he sat in front of him any longer he was going to say something he regretted… and you still haven’t come back. He slips into the dark hallway as you’re exiting the bathroom. Your mask has been removed and even in the dim lighting you look pale. “Hey, what’s happened?” You look up at him embarrassed, your dress almost as wilted as you are. “Got sick…” you mutter. You’re shaking slightly, arms wrapped around yourself. “Oh Y/n, are you alright?” he sighs. His arm starts to reach for you but he thinks better of it, pulling it back to rest by his side. His eyes widen as he feels the warmth of your hand in his. He didn’t figure that you would want to be touched right now. But your fingers interlace with his, your skin soft. “Are you good to drive?” you whisper. His hand instinctively tightens around yours protectively. “I only had whatever Ushijima gave us, it was strong but I’ve had water- yeah I’m good.” “Would you mind taking me home?” you ask, as you start to walk back towards the VIP room. “Sure, course,” Iwaizumi replies gently. He feels how your thumb brushes over the back of his hand in silent gratitude. The gesture has his heart beating hard against his ribs. Iwa walks forward, his eyes on you and nothing else. Your brow is furrowed and your expression painted serious which was unusual from how he knew you to act.

“Iwa’s taking me home now,” you announce and walk towards the stairs. Ushiwaka’s face hardens, “I can take her home, you shouldn’t trouble yourself,” he addresses Iwaizumi. You smile and turn around facing Ushiwaka. “But Ushi, ‘s ur birthday, you can’t leave this party jus’ ‘a take me home,” You turn to Iwa now. “Let’s go,” you say and Iwa nods, still holding your hand. “Where’s my hug, princess?” Ushijima calls after you. You stop in your tracks and close your eyes, taking in a deep breath. You drop Iwa’s hand slowly, hesitantly. You walk back slowly and stand before his open arms. He lifts you and you groan. You’re still hugging him tightly but not quite with the same intimacy as before.

As Ushijima places you down you turn to look back at Iwa when Ushijima catches your face with his large hand. He coaxes your face back towards him then leans down. Ushiwaka locks eyes with Iwaizumi as he whispers something in your ear. Then he presses his lips to your cheek, still not moving his eyes away from Iwaizumi’s. Iwa tries his best to remain neutral but he can feel his lip creeping upwards in contempt. Ushiwaka is too prideful for his own good it seems.

You take Iwa’s hand again, leading him towards the exit. An exasperated look rests on your face. “What did he say to you?” Iwa asks. You sigh and shake your head. “‘S nothin’, ya shouldn’t worry your pretty lil head ‘bout it.” Iwa can’t help but allow a smile. He raises an eyebrow at you, “think my head is pretty?” he asks. He’s met with your hazy gaze, “I do,” you say simply. Iwa wasn’t prepared for such a straightforward answer to his question.

Once out of the club, the valet pull Iwaizumi’s car around. He’s careful not to let you walk too far on your own. Sick, in those ridiculous shoes and still quite drunk, he opens the car door for you before hopping into the driver's seat. “Will you put your address in?” Iwa hands you his phone and you type it in as asked. “Thanks for doing this,” you sigh. “Yeah of course,” he says as he puts the car into gear. A few streets of city light pass by in silence. Your hands are resting in your lap but your body is still trembling. “I can- umm- pull over if you need me to…” You wave the thought away with your hand, “it was the smell of the cigar more than anything…” Iwa’s gut begins to boil again. Your voice is soft, almost defeated. He speaks before thinking better of it. “Does he always treat you like that?” You look at Iwa and make eye contact briefly before his attention is back on the road. “He was being a little extra weird today, maybe because y’all used to play volleyball together or… I dunno really, he just gets like that sometimes…” You trail off, allowing your thoughts to fade into the rearview. The silence is deafening and you feel the need to break it. “He’s really nice too though, don’t get me wrong, he cooks for me and calls to check in, he even gets me little gifts, so I know he cares.” Iwa shakes his head, “if he cared he would have stopped when you asked him to.” You take a breath, “I know but he was just having a night I guess…” Iwa pulls into your driveway as the GPS notifies him that he has ‘arrived at the destination’. He puts the car in park, “you don’t have to make excuses for him… it’s okay to be angry, if that’s how you feel.” You start to open the door, your fingers on the handle. “I’m not angry though, I’m just kinda hurt.” You open the door and start to get out, “okay, maybe a little angry too.” You laugh to yourself but not out of joy. It’s an ironic laugh and Iwa can hear the pain ringing inside of it. “Let me walk you inside.”

#iwaizumi #iwa #hajime #hajime x reader #iwa x reader #iwaizumi x reader #haikyuu #hq #hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #iwaizumi hajime #pls protect me iwa

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lostsoulaltair · 4 years ago

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OnS Theories (19S). Fourth Theory - Resurrection

Hello everyone, I hope you’re doing well! Just 2 weeks left before new chapter arrives and of course, as something I tend to do, let’s talk about something that has been on the mind of the readers, therefore, let’s begin!

P.S: Theories are held within a neutral view and ships are excluded

One of the things the fandom has wondered constantly, what’s the benefit of having Mika within a cursed gear?

Which is heavily pointed by Shiho Kimizuki:

Image taken from Seraph of the End: Vampire Reign - Chapter 99

But then, why is it necessary that Guren aims to take Mika with Yu? Is it because he intends to use Mika for selfish goals alone?

In fact, as I’ve been stating before, Guren’s end goal is to stop the First Progenitor, and this is due to the fact that the First Progenitor does not seek to save anyone in particular, he isn’t focused on protecting someone out of warmness but rather he aims to use Mika for a more twisted objective which was stated by Krul as a hint before she was silenced:

Image taken from Seraph of the End: Vampire Reign - Chapter 98

But returning to the topic, why is Mikaela needed to be alongside Yu as Yu’s demon?

Let’s consider first the main factor of Guren’s end goal, such goal is the resurrection of humanity.

But how can that be possible when the Seraph of the End was itself a forbidden experiment and only few persons were able to be resurrected?

The reason why the plan is different compared to the events with the Catastrophe have a lot to do with Yu. If many might recall, Yu’s seraph form was actually managed to control, Yu was able to use his powers at will without losing control thanks to his cursed gear along the bond that existed before Asuramaru got his memories back.

But the main question is, why is Mika essential for such plan of the resurrection? Is there an answer to that?

Surprisingly there is.

Image taken from Seraph of the End: Vampire Reign - Chapter 64

If many might recall, Rigr Stafford did not only experiment on Yuichiro Hyakuya but he did so as well with Mikaela Hyakuya; he was under his care since he became his “Michaela”.

Rigr found Mika thanks to the ties of his parents; his mother was invested wiht the Hyakuya Sect to the point she reached her demise; she threw Mika out of the window of a moving car because he was special; and of course, after such event, Rigr found him and took notice that Mika was indeed a boy that had something he was searching for so long.

Of course, after the events of the Catastrophe, Mika and the orphanage kids were taken to the vampire capital on which they would reside for few years until they found a way to escape, but instead of touching such events, let’s go between that time, on which Mika and his family were learning the ways to survive within the vampire Capital, what do I mean?

Within the time the kids resided, specially taking aspects of the Story of Vampire Mikaela LN, there was a part of the LN which was focused on Mikaela. Mika started giving his blood to a vampire noble, of course, such noble was Ferid Bathory no less.

But, when it was his first time in order to gather food and supplyes for the other kids, Ferid of course drank blood from him directly, but, what does this have to do with the theory title?

After Ferid bit him, Mika started to release some tears, those tears weren’t of pain but rather frustration and agony, due to having done something shameful, something that wasn’t even thinkable for other humans.

But the question remains, what does this have to do with the sole plan of resurrecting humanity?

After Mikaela’s tear fell down on an orange small bud, said bud started to bloom into a flower.

It is well known that plants take their time to grow and bloom, hence why it is always recommended to water them and give them sunlight so they can display their unique beauty but, with Mika’s case, the bud bloomed into a flower instantly after his tears fell down directly to it, the small bud didn’t require sunlight in order to bloom because they were literally underground, where the sun wouldn’t hit directly at them since it was a place on which vampires resided.

Retaking the current events of the story

It’s true the outcome of them wasn’t the best for many readers, it is sadly to say that if the First Progenitor wasn’t held down for the time being, he would have gone elsewhere to track down Mikaela, and the proof to it was when Rigr stated the next thing:

Image taken from Seraph of the End: Vampire Reign - Chapter 79

Rigr’s goal wasn’t to have the First finding Mikaela anytime soon, but of course, Guren, Mahiru, Krul and Ferid were very aware that Rigr’s plan by himself would fail, hence why the direction of the story has taken place to the current time.

Nevertheless, retaking once again the theory, what does this mean after all?

It means that Mika’s special trait is to bring life back. But if he was that special, was there a need to turn him into what he currently is?

The issue comes with the fact that, if Mika had gone with the humans without any interference, the First Progenitor would have sent Tenri to make use of him instead, of course, this is an hypothetical scenario of what could have happened if Ferid, Krul and Guren never interfered.

As for his demon transformation, it was bound to happen either by Guren or the First’s hands.

If Guren never interfered with the First, the First would have decided to attack Mika as soon as he spotted him alone, he’d have made the impossible to make him turn into a demon in a rather least joyful way in order to get his soul for his own purposes.

As for Guren’s goal, it can be concluded that Mika and Yu are the keys to restore the World to how it was before the Catastrophe, restoring the lives of many innocents that suffered the controlling fate of the First.

What do you think dear readers?

Let me know!

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xmalereader · 5 years ago

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Javier Pena X Male Reader

|| Masterlist ||

Summary: And they were roommates *Le gasp*

Warnings: Language, Sarcasm, Javi being an asshole at first, Spanish. Italics means it’s in Spanish or I will write it in Spanish because this child speaks it!!

“Senora, Rosa please.” A young adult male follows around a middle aged women as she walks around the apartment building that he was living in. “I said, I would allow anyone to live here but I don’t have the time for a roommate I need to focus on my projects and whoever this guy is they could ruin my life—!”

“Ya!!” Señora Rosa shouts out as she twirls around to stand in front of y/n with an angry look on her face.

Never anger a middle aged Colombian women.

“Estoy cansada de escuchando te!”

She was tired of listening to his complaints he’s been complaining to her all day about him not wanting a roommate at the moment but as the landlord she was either going to force him or throw him out. So of course, y/n silently agrees to allow his new roommate to settle into his own apartment.

He was going to regret sharing a place with a stranger, as much as he enjoyed having company around he just couldn’t help but want to be alone whenever he’s at home and not have someone on his constant back every single day.

“He’s a nice young man, you’ll like him.” Said Senora Rosa as she gives him a grin and hands him a spare key to hand to his new roommate to be.

—

Javier was moving back to Colombia for a short period of time, after being caught a couples of years back he was allowed to return back with new information and work in a much bigger position then his last. He’s going to be honest he missed Murphy, his trustworthy partner that he actually got a long with unlike the other partners he had in the past but that all ended once they caught Escobar, Murphy got what he wanted and returned back to America to live with his wife and daughter. Leaving Javi on his own once again.

Once he returned to Colombia to continued working for the DEA, he first needed a place to stay at and moving into his old apartment won’t work since they were all taken. So, before he could arrive he remembers finding any available place, he could stay there but as long as he can handle a roommate. Something that Javier wasn’t up to do but he had no choice but ot take the place wether he likes it or not.

He’s spoken to the landlord about his sudden roommate, she only told him that he was a quiet man and mainly stayed home focusing on his art work. Turns out that his roommate was a painter and worked over seas during a couple of months, but this year his roommate wont be going anywhere.

Javier made sure that his stuff was sent earlier to the apartment, he hasn’t gotten his key yet so he had to knock in order to get inside his new place. He stands outside and waits for the other to answer, he hears slight commotion on the other side of the door and hopes that his roommate wasnt having sex in the middle of the living room or something.

The door swings open to reveal a young man, he looked a little younger than Javier and more American looking but that didn’t matter to him. “Can I help you?” The other asks as he stands in front of the doorway with a rag in his hands, he noticed that they were covered in paint which is why he was cleaning them off. “New roommate? You Y/n?”

The other groans softly and sighs, “Yeah.” He pushed the door wider for him to enter as he walks back to the living room. His place was big, big enough for a family to live in. “So you’re Javier right?” Y/n asks as he tossed the dirty rag on the kitchen counter and turns on the sink to properly clean his hands. Javier watched him closely and nods. “Yeah, Rosa tell you?”

“Something like that,” y/n mumbles out and dries off his hands. “Listen; if you’re going to be staying here theirs going to be some rules.” Javier leans against the counter and pulls out a cigarette, putting the between his lips as he sighs. “And they are?”

Y/n approached him and removes the cigarette from his lips. “First rule, I don’t allow smoking. If you are going to be living under my roof then you are going to keep my air clean. If you want to smoke you’ll have to do it outside and if I notice that you smoked indoors I won’t hesitate to kill you.” He hissed out and tossed the cigarette in the garbage. “Second rule; No drinking either.”

“You’re kidding right?” This guy was taking away everything that he liked doing when he was alone but he was going to have to live with it. Sighing deeply he rubs his temples and nods. “Fine, anything else?” He was tired and just wanted to get some rest before he heads off to work tomorrow morning.

Y/n taps his chin in a childish way as he puts on a thinking face. “Oh right! How could I forget?” He laughs out, making his way around the kitchen, grabbing an apple and a knife. “If you want to have you’re little fun wiht your lady friends, you’ll have to do that at their place. I don’t allow that here.”

That was it, he crossed the line.

“Now, you can’t do that. I live here so I might as well and put some rules down myself!” Javier exclaimed in anger. “Oh, yeah and what’s that?” Y/n questions as he held the knife up and points it at javiers face, threatening him. “This is my apartment, I slaved and I slaved to earn the money that I need to move here. So don’t you dare say that you own this place when you don’t. So, if you so badly hate the rules then you might as well and find yourself another place to live.” With that he silenced Javier.

“You’re crazy.” Javier mumbled out as he watched him closely.

“Thank you, I take that as a compliment.” He finish’s cutting up his apple and smiles at Javier. “Make yourself at home.” He added and leaves back to the living room to continue on with his projects that he left behind.

Javier rubs his face in frustration. “This is going to be harder than I thought.”

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After living with y/n for two months, Javier was quick to get adjusted to the place and to the rules. Their morning routines for the first couple of days were horrible, the two would argue about one of them making coffee and the other wanting to make tea. Same with breakfeast, y/n would be up early making food and blasting music which irritated Javier so much. He knows that the other had to be up early as well and do his own work, but Javier just couldn’t stand the blasting music.

But the two were able to work it out. The two made a plan for every morning and were to stick with it for the last two months. The two were quick to become friends, sometimes Javier would come home late and would sometimes buy them a pizza and the two would sit together in the living room and just talk about their burdens.

“Anything new on your project?” Javi asks and leans back on the couch. After living with Y/n for the last two months he noticed that he was an artist and would often spend his time standing in the living room in front of a colorful canvas or a blank one when he can’t think of anything. He was quiet famous for his work and would sometimes sell his own pieces, he didn’t get much but it was enough for him to live here in Colombia and to get the materials that he needed.

“Not yet...” he sighs out and grabs a slice of pizza. Lying down on the couch as he eats it and stares over at his blank canvas. “I would go outside or out in the country but it’s not safe right now. So, might as well and find another way to get inspiration.” He shrugs his shoulders and chewed on his food.

Javier chuckled a little and rolled his eyes. “You usually paint things from nature, why not paint out a portrait of some one? Or of something that happens in the streets?” He asks.

Y/n blinks at the thought and slowly sat up. “You know what? That doesn’t sound like a bad idea. I mean I’ve never actually painted anyone before so its going to take awhile for me to do at least one portrait.” He says with a smile. Smirking a little at Javier, he sits up properly with his legs crossed.

“Wanna be my model?” He wiggles his brows with a grin on his face.

Javier raised a brow himself and shakes his head. “I prefer not to.”

“Come on, why not?”

“I’m not a model.”

Y/n scoffs and rolled his eyes, “that doesn’t matter and besides its a simple tasks you just stand there and look pretty. I’ll draw you like one of my French girls.” He grins at Javier and laughs a little. Javier rolled his eyes. “Still, no.” And with that he tossed his pizza crust back inside the pizza box and stands up to go to the balcony and have a smoke. Y/n groans in frustration and shakes his head, he watched Javier leave the living room and go outside , he watched as he stands their and began to smoke which causes an idea to quickly come in mind. He scrambles out of the couch and grabs his sketchbook and a pencil, he sits in front of the entrance of the balcony and began to sketch out Javier. He makes sure that he isnt notice as his hand moves fast against the paper, making sure to get the smaller details so when he paints it out he’lol just have to look at his sketchbook.

He kept looking up at Javier and the back down to his sketchbook, he finishes his body form and his face. grinning as he draws out the eyes before he hears the sound of the balcony door being pushed open. He slaps his sketchbook closed and looks up.

“what were you doing?” Javier asks as he cleans up the mess that they have made. Y/n gives him an innocent smile. “Just drawing what catches my eye.” He replies back before standing up and tucking his sketchbook behind his canvas. “Need help cleaning?”

“Yeah, unless you want to live in a mess and from the looks of it you sort of do.” He gestured around the house where several paintings materials and finishes paintings were being laid around. “My house is clean you jackass.” Y/n says back and takes the trash with him. “Don’t judge me or else you can leave.” He pouts out.

Javier shakes his head with a laugh, he’s usually a closed off person and didn’t show much emotion but living wiht y/n, even though it was for a short period of time, he seemed to open up and be himself only around the other young man that he’s grown to like.

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1x08 - Seventeen Candles

It took me longer than intended (again) but here’s the recap for this episode, which is another of my all time faves.

Once again posting under a break because this got way too long.

Thoughts I had while watching the episode:

The start of this episode is hilarious. There’s being melodramatic, and then there’s Blair Waldorf, guess that’s what happens when one surrenders their virtue to a self absorbed ass.

Seriously the way she describes the whole thing to the priest is so funny. Also 20 minutes? wow girl. Thank god he’s a total pig who will act as if it never happened... yeah

Vanessa? Serena. To be honest I wouldn’t put it past him

One wants to be open minded and be kinder and objective with characters I hated the first time around, but God Vanessa is so annoying

Blair coming out of the church, exchanging her little facinator for those glasses, “one week of danger” playing in the background is just one of those scenes that really got stuck in my mind, girl’s killing it

“Would you consider avoiding me over breakfast?” this is so one of my fave scenes of them, it sets the mood so much.

Nate’s parents are so patronizing

Remember when mp3 players were a thing?... somethings never change though, like parents having to deal with teens isolating themselves via earphones.

I still don’t like the Vanderbilt Ring, also llike “im not asking you to get engaged son, but please give your girlfriend this engament ring” and the way Anne say’s it, Nate’s mom is such a pro at emotional blackmail.

Blair jumping around in her room, thanking God because her boyfriend bought the diamond necklace, aww. Also this is so relatable, the jumping around obviously, not the diamonds.

I sort of have a soft spot for Chuck standing akwardly behind the door not knowing how to deal with his best friend..,this is such a disaster waiting to happen and I’m loving it

Smooth Chuc, hiding the little gift back before Nate notices it (gotta confess I didn’t notice he did this the first time around, oh the pleasures of a rewatch)

Typical, your best friend that never pays attention for once is catching up on the little facts, like you shouldn’t know he broke up with his girlfriend

Though... If the town car was waiting for Nate to take him to Victrola, and it’s Blair the one that ends up using, shouldn’t have Nate realized that Blair and Chuck saw each other last ninght

The good old days when Chuck cared only about three things “Money, the pleasures money gave him, and Nate”, and even then when he’s saying it, is already kind of a lie.

He may have his own agenda, but yeah regardless Nate did needed to put a stop with his parents

She’s been in like three episodes and she already has invated herself to like two UES parties already, wow Vanessa.

“you wish, no you wish” and then the butterflies!!!!! This is a scene that admitedly I’ve seen more than once already and I love it every time. Chuck’s a delight here.

The real first of one of those shared moments of Jenny and Nate... the fist tase I would said.

“Blair about Vanessa being like This is such a problem” you don’t know the half of it.

That little wage was so pointless, as if Chuck would have left Blair alone.

Watching them play guitar hero is making me so nostalgic.

“You didn’t tell her?” she may say it wiht a smile and innocent eyes, but no Vanessa, I don’t buy it, and it was bitchy.

You get grosser by the minute, and you get older” :’) also, that’s a really pretty cake.

Happy Birthday B! What a bitch

Nate finally growing some spine and putting a stop to his parents manipulations.

Seriously how pretty is that necklace. Also I’ve never really thought it but Blair probably wore that dress (which I love) and her hair up because her previous call to the jeweler.

Serena’s face in the end is prceless is just like “oh god no, what a mess”

I missed Lily

Honestly 1x07&1x08 are some of my favorite episodes in the whole series. And this rewatch hasn’t changed that. While 1x07 is in some ways the turning point of the show, this is the first episode that Chuck and Blair are one of the main plots, and since the start it doesn’t dissapoints.

One of the things I love about this episode is how teenage-ry it feels. The focus of the episode is typical teenage drama: break ups, hook ups, a bit of jelousy between the girlfriend and the best friend. Made me a tad nostalgic, and much more interested in the storylines involving the young cast. In part because I honestly don’t care about the Humphrey family drama, and by this point is obvious how shitty Nate’s parents are. Also there was no rufly which I’ve enjoyed a lot the past few episodes.

So, this episode is the one where the little animosity between Serena and Vanessa comes to an end, and it just shows that in the end Serena is very understanding and also really friendly, I do like that it never actually evolves into a catfight, seriously is a shame to see girls fight for a guy, worse if the guy is Dan Humphrey. There was also Nate and Jenny, which I enjoyed because this was the first real tease of what could be between them... it’s also the moment where Nate finally decides that the best for him and Blait is to break up, so far my main issue with Nate is that he lacked the nerve to really do what he needed to do, from breaking up with Blair to standing up to his parents, he does both this episode. Finally

Obviously Chuck and Blair were my favorite part or the episode. Lowkey is a very telling episode about how they see each other, and their eventual dynamic.

One side there’s Blair. Beyond how hilarious it is to see her confessing at church after sleeping with Chuck Bass, one line in her tirade is quite interesting: “he’s a pig who will act like it never happened”. If one thinks about what we been showed of Chuck so far this is in many ways a very logical conclussion. To Blair’s surprise he does no such thing: he seeks her out for breakfest and it’s clearly no interested in pretending it never happened, he’s actually embracing it, Blair wants to go back to how things were before; the only life she knows

Sure last night she realized that her relationship with Nate had reached it’s end, and that there was much relief in that because in many ways her failing relationship with Nate was a constant reminder of all her insecurities, and that relief led her to just be and do whatever, and what she did well that wasn’t on the plan at all. “No one of my friends would understand” and I guess in a way she doesn’t understand her impulses either, and Blair doesn’t deal well with change, and so she goes into denial mode, and that means gaining her boyfriend back.

And so the episode goes and we see her on and on trying to grasp to her Nate once more, and Chuck is constantly there telling her basically two things: 1) let’s do it again because what happened yesterday won’t leave my mind, and that’s weird and 2) accept reality, in this case you and Nate are done. She stubornly holds to her ideas until everything crashes around her, and once it does Chuck’s still there, and she finally sees him, listens and gives in. And just like the song last episode in retrospective is almost a preview of how their relationship is going to play out, their behavior this episode is also a preview of what ends up being a predominant dynamic their whole relationship, the details and circunstances are going to vary, but Blair’s going to hold with eveything she has to what she believes her life should be, the script she wants that it’s probably best without Chuck and him trying to prove her wrong and that best option is them.

Whereas Blair’s actions are consisten to what we know of her so far, Chuck’s actions doesn’t. So far he’s been a giant asshole to all the female population, a self absorbed womanizer who once he got wanted is like “thank u, next”. Sure he and Blair are close friends but still, to him sex is just sex and she knows how he is, that’s why he asked her if she was sure. That’s what we know and what we could have expected of him. Instead he seeks her out, and when he rejects him, he still doesn’t hesitate her and he goes out a buy hers the gift she’s expecting from her boyfriend. Who happens to be his best friend

From the episode where Nate gets tricked by Carter we learned how loyal Chuck is to Nate and that their friendship is really important to him. And yet he doesn’t hesite to try to stir him far far away from Blair, sure the advices he gives him is good for Nate but he says more in the vain of keeping Blair single rather than in Nate’s best interest. Chuck schemes,we know but up until now it was hard to picture him scheming against him.

The more interesting bit for me is however the first scene between him and Blair at the balcony; not only because it points to the fact that these characters are equals “you forget who you’re talking to, so do you” but mainly because of the answer he gives when Blair ask him if he likes her, he doesn’t denies it he even admits to having butterfies and sure he claims he is ashamed and suprised by it even bactracks a little but it’s a very quick admission anyway, and it makes me wonder the why of it. Why is he so eager to explore this? It’s not his style and if he wanted only sex he knows he could achieved that easily some where else

It’s obvious they had chemistry between them, and that in itself may be a good reason, but to me it’s probably because on some subconcious level he liked her even before this. It’s not that I picture him pining for her in the background for her waiting sadly for the day she dumped Nate, more like he was lowkey always fascinated by her, on the earlier episodes there is more than one shot of him in the background watching her closesly, with a knowing smirk and amused by whatever she did.

So there’s this girl he finds interesting, extremely atractive, and also a close friend that he gets along really well to the point of being the one he takes to see his first business venture, and know she’s unattached and he also enjoyed quite a lot having sex with her, and for the first time he really stops to think about it and it’s quite obvious there was something there, fluttering, he’s just noticing it now because he can.

That scene where he gaves her the necklace he has being somewhat in smarmy mode before but when he see she’s hurt he tries to make her happy and as honest as he can be, last episode when it was just a dare between friends he tells her she’s ten times hotter than the dances, this episode he says “something this beautiful deserves to be seen on someone worthy of it’s beauty” the diference in sentiment is amazing because now there’s feeling behind it, and it’s such an honest and tender moment, this is the moment when the posibilty of Chuck and Blair finally takes root in both their minds (also that shoulder kiss is one of my favorite details ever through the show)

For the longest time I didn’t believe he felt something for her pre limo, but the more I think about it especially the way things happen later, for him to be that into her since the first moment and how it hit him when things went wrong it had to be because it was something he had felt in some way for a time, he’s not surprised because he felt something for the first time, I think he’s surprised by how much and because he quite can’t believe it’s a possibilty, this something he never dared to really think about.

Random bits:

Silas was the creepy monk in the Da Vinci Code right?

They actually used the demo version of “one week of danger” in this episode, I’ve heard the actual finished one, but I’m ruined and prefer the demo one.

Search TM, because we can’t use google’s name

Falling like Britney at the VMA’s, it’s hard to think that was so long ago.

I love Serena’s dress, chic and comfy.

#gossip girl #gossip girl rewatch #gossip girl recap #chuck x blair #1x08 #seventeen candles

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Mistakes, Mismatches and Near Misses 3

TRIGGER WARNINGS AND THEMES- Heartache, burdens, jealousy secret-keeping, lying

Mistakes-

Shuri Udaku is very, very, very rarely wrong about many things. She knows what checmicals mixed with what toher chemicals will have what reactions. She knows that Peter Paker makes an excellent +lab parnet bercause heis helpful and supoortive, not controlling and demeaning. She knows that her cousin Erik would never in a million years let her live it down if she found out about her secret boy band obsession. Yes, Shuri Udaku is well-versed, and knows many a great things about many people and objects and such,.

She knows that Erik has a soft spot for Ramonda. He’s learning to at least tolerate T’Challa, and he likes her, but Auntie Ramonda has his whole heart. The fact that she was willing to make macaroni and cheese on his bitthday- something she’s never made before an had to have Suri look up- really softened up a spot for ehr in Erik’s otherwise pretty cold heart.

She knows that Ramonda considers Erik as another son, and you a another daughter. And Ramonda loves her children so, so much. They are her light, in a way- lightnening up even the darkest moments, such as losing her husband so suddenly.

Shuri knows that she’s pretty much T’Challa’s favorite person. And, not that she’d enver admit, he’s hers. She remebers, how ever vaguely, following him around the palace. Sitting on his lap during fabily events. Proudly showing off every invention, drawing, plan that she’d ever came up with, ready for his approval or ideas.

Shuri is certain of many, many things.

That she is smart, beautiful, and strong enough to stand on her own, but she likes the support behind her and all around her.

That you were too good for that last guy that you dated,a nd that you deserved better.

Yes. She is quite certain of many things.

But, sometimes, life does manage to throw her a curve ball.

Such as when T’Challa confessed that he was in love again, that she already knew the girl, that he’d never been so happy to finally be with this person in the way that he was mean to…

But… only… that person wasn’t you.

Isn’t you, she should say.

It’s Nakia.

Nakia, who is currently showing off her brand new engagment ring as T’Chalala stands by her side, hand on her waist and eyes gleaming and smiling proudly.

But maybe she should explain why she’s so surprised it’s not you standing there in Nakia’s coveted spot, ebxt to the king of Wakanda himself.

Shuri may not be the most emotional person, but she knows her brother. Or, well, she thoguth she did.

She culd see his attraction for you. The hushed whispers and gigglles, lunch dates and such. The way he looked at you. How could she not have thought that he had fallen for you?

And you were no better. You were a bit more subtle in your flirtaiton than T’Challa was, but it was still there.

And, okay, yes. She’d overheard your covnersation where the two fo you agreed to be friendly, but see where it goes. And she’d thoguht it ws going so well- flowers, complimment, discssions where the norm between the two of you, and it finally seemed that T’Challa was on to someone else that wasn’t, well… Nakia.

But she sees that she was wrong. She was oh, so wrong.

Shuri can deal with being wrong. She’s intelligent, but not all kowing. She knows this. She can forgive herself for the mistake…

But not the mismatch.

Because if she never would have hatched that plan to get the two of you together, you never would have had had your heart broken. You wouldntbe standing next to the table with your glass of champagne, staringa t the happy couple a\s everyone congratulates them.

Shuri sets her cup of water down, gliding over to you, abnormally timid for her.

‘’Hey,’’ you smile at your psuedo-yuonge-sister as she approaches you, ‘’What’s up?

‘’I’m sorry. I-I… I am sos oarry. Had I known,’’ she motions over to T’Challa and Shuri, ‘’I never would have… I-’’

‘’Shuri,’’ you set your glass on the table, taking both of her hands in yuors, ‘’None of this in your fault. T’Challa and I are adults, and things simply didn’t work out. I don’t want you blaming yourself for any of this.’’

‘’I know that, but… still. If I had never…’’

‘’Shuri, it was a mistake. We all made it. Now, I know you think that the world revolves around you, but that does not mean that you need to carry the weight of it on your houlders.’’

Shuri smiles at your joke, the first real smile since the news of the engagment brokw.

‘’You are one of a kind.’’

‘’I know,’’ you nudge her gently, ‘’Now go talk to your brother. Congratulate him, Shuri.’’

Shuri nods then, skipping off to speak to her brtoher and his fiancee’.

You’re rihgt. She shouldn’t be carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders.

Because it already feels like you are.

Mismatches

‘’To be fair, you’re too coolf or T,’’ Erik nods toward where T’Challa and Nakia are speaking to M’Baku and his wife.

‘’You’re just sayingt hat becasue you don’t like him,;’’ you roll your eyes.

‘’I’m saying it because it’s true,’’ Erik mends, looking to where M’Baku, Nakia, and T’Challa are all laughing at somethign that M’Baku’s wife said, ‘’Something fishy is going on here.’’

‘’Nothing fishy is going on here, Erik. T’Challa is royalty, and I’m not. He loves Nakia, and I’m not here. We were jut friends. And even though I thought things could have worked out, they didn’t,’’y ou shrug, struglging tos eem nonchalant about the matter.

‘’Whatever you say,’’ Erik sighs, understanding that you no longer wish to discuss this, ‘’But, hey… you’re not as annoying as him. So if you need to talk, I am here for you.’’

‘’Thanks, Erik. I really appreciate that,’’ you smile at him, ‘’Now, go flirt wiht that girl over there. Tony Stark’s imprentice. The girl has been looking at you all night.’’

You adn Erik both glance to where Tony is standing wiht his own fiancee’ and his imprenticce, Monique, who is flipping her box braids over her shoulders.

‘’Don’t mind if I do,’’ he smirks before sliding off to talk to her.

And once again, you’re left alone to look at the couple.

If acceptance really is a road- it is- then it can bea bumpy road. Because you’re looking at T’Challa with his perfect mathc, while you were nithing but a mismatch. And it’s fine. It is. Not everything is meant ot turn out the way we want them to, and that’s fine.

That doesn’t stop it from hurting.

So you decide to say good ngiht to Shuri, Ramonda, and Erik before retreating to your quarters for the night.

There’ you tuck away the secret that you hope only you, Eirk and SHuri know- you are so incredibly in lvoe with T’Challa Udaku, for so menay reasons.

But, little did you know, that he watched you go, sadness laced into the seams of hisown heart.

Because T’Challa has a secret, too.

And only time will reveal what that is.

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"Flirty fangs?" Imperius snorted and looked up at Auriel. She smooshed a hand in his face. She playfully added. "Oh soosh you." The back and forth between the visitors got more and more puzzing for the younger archangels. All the shirtless Imperius could do now is scratch his head and frown as he tried to piece together the new informations. He misinterpreted something... who was on trial then?

He absently sipped his coffee and swiped back curly locks from his face. Auriel laid the long vest she fetched in the crook of his elbow and leaned against his side, listening. Imperius, still hard at thinking, pulled his wings close to his back to give her room and propped her some with the closer one.

The name Ira had both of them perk up. Imperius felt the confusion wash over Auriel, the name was unfamiliar. And strange for an angel. Wrath... Hardly a virtue. They looked at eachother. Imperius... he had a suspicion but-

“From the depths I arise to unleash despair once more! Vengeance sneak attack!”

Both archangels jumped up and summoned their arms. Auriel hooked a wing in Imperius' to stop him. His snap back froze in his throat at Tevar's amusement. Fiery wings flared and rose with fury. Imperius forced out a sigh as he felt Al'maiesh twirl around his arm and ground him. This was no time for chatting, he angrily looked at his sister. She was shaking from tension... or coffee. "Stay calm" she resounded in his mind, firmly. It took her a few breaths before she too calmed down enough to stop shivering. Imperius growled.

They watched the video with varying levels of suspicion as they stood down. Imperius was dumbstruck at the familiarly glinting wings. Tyrael was whole and alive in their realm. Auriel, little too preoccupied with her own misgivings and the feed, didn't notice Imperius shaking off her tendrils. He graciously took the opportunity to whisk after his infernal double with a flash, before Tevar even offered it.

Auriel looked up just in time to see her Imperius' wings disappear in the rift too. She slowly sipped her pot of coffee. "Twenty bucks that he gets somehow more tangled in this," said Auriel, motioning toward Solarion and the empty mug her brother left behind. She set the pot down on one of the chairs.

"So young Tevar, tell me. Why do you call the Lord of Despair, Rakanoth... flirty fangs? And why is he -adopting- my little Moni?" Auriel's puzzled squint could be felt through her question. There was an edge to it, but it was clearly directed at the demon, not Tevar.

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The strange, new scents of an overgrown swamp flooded Ira's senses. She stood bestridden, head quickly turning about. This was new. Overwhelmingly maybe. Her core raced, flickering her wings with excitement. So many big trees, and water, and new smells and sounds!

She twirled after a passing alien dragonfly. The young girl stared after it, into the gaping shadows and light beams of the wilderness, captivated. When Rakanoth called to her she jumped and whipped back, claws extended in suprise. It took her a moment to process the words. She nodded.

"Not here. Right." She watched him disappear in the water, standing inert for a moment. She lunged toward the big tree's trunk next to her and held herself in place with claws and wings, staring at the water surface. Then jumped down. She paced around in a circle, holding on her spatula, clutching it close. Her wings pulled up and flapped out, once, twice, thrice. This is new, this is new, this is new. And so much more exciting. Concentrate Ira. Breath in. Breath out. She stopped. Then charged back at the massive tree, scaling it with claws and wings like an outlandish feline.

Perched above, she spotted Rakanoth's form slipping in and out of view. Curious. Bit further off, wooden structures and... tents? They speckled the bank near ruined buildings, gravitating around one in practicular. Who lived there? Is this still the Heavens? Could it be? She caught movement in the sky from the corner of her eye. Tyrael landed on a wharf, Moniqa behind him, gently rocking above the water, singing. Nerds. She tucked the spatula in her belt.

Moniqa watched the lights and shadows shift under the surface. Truly, this had to be the Pools of Wisdom. A more primal version of it. Full of life and... ruins? She fell silent and touched down near Tyrael. A pang of sadness came over her at the sight and looked up at the archangel. Did the water do ALL this damage? It couldn’t have. Something was amiss.

Her wings felt oddly bare. On the shore, she noticed, a stern woman stared them down. Panicked, she shrunk to Tyrael's arm. She remembered. They left Ira behind! She was alone! What is she going to do without that spunky moron? Or any of her siblings? Where is her twin-

From behind a familiar chime of a core pounced at her. She yelped in suprise. Ira! The two fledglings glided on wiht the momentum and hit the bank, sqealing, snickering and rolling around in a play fight. Their wings kicked up some broken twigs and dry foilage as they tried to pin the other down, giggling.

Suddenly spooked, Ira exclaimed and jumped back, away from the fight. Following in tow, Moniqa ducked behind her and under her wings. Ira had just noticed Oreliphus. She looked between her and the telephoning Tyrael. Moni peeked out.

"Hell take me, he is ratting us out!" Whispered Ira, alarmed. "Isn't that good right now? I'm starting to miss Migi. And pops is not-" A fearsome swamp monster blasted out the water, shouting. Startled, Moni took off, absconding to the top of the closest building's dome, Malthael's study. She shortly poked her head over the edge, recognising Rakanoth's laughter. Oh, so it was just a game?

Ira flared her wings, but stood calmly in place. Oh right, that was the suprise. Moni was alright too, now enthused about the commotion. She saw her consider diving down to join, but followed Moni's line of sight when she hesitated. The angel Ira recognised as Oreliphus was filming the brawl with a phone. Getting taped in a stranger realm wasn't on either of their lists. Their eyes met. Oh, Moni knew, Ira was planning again something. Alright, she'll entertain her scheme and distract again, but only because she wanted to get the muck out of her hair and play.

They both waited for Oreliphus to lower the phone. Moni kicked off from the roof, glided and dropped in the water near the two men with as big of a splash as she could manage. Wich, as a well trained hope angel, was respectably big. Ira turned around and approached the closest tent with wisdom angels nearby. "Hi- uhm, I mean greetings! Could you draw me a rough outlay of this part of the city and uh- explain me what is what? I feel a little disoriented."

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whatscallion · 6 years ago

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endgame spoilers.

some of my thoughts on the movie. this incredible movie. i really did enjoy it. so obviously, spoilers beneath the cut. soz for the swearing. also soz if the cut doesn’t work mobile. my b.

they did thor dirty. i get that he was at the lowest of lows. he lost everything. he missed the target. he had so much guilt weighing him down that him turning into the dude made sense. where did they go dirty on him? how his friends handled his depression . really, banner kinda touched on it, frigga definitely did. but everyone else treated it like it was nothing. that didn't sit well with me. the entire time, he was treated like the butt of every joke, and when do we really see his character shine? at the end. not during the battle bc we all saw that coming, but after that when he's back at his tiny asgard and gives asgard to val. then says he's going to leave to find who he is, not who he's supposed to be.

i loved that tony had a family. i think after all the prior movies, after infinity war, he deserved that slice of heaven, and i totally understand how he was so stubborn in letting them go to help out the gang. that convo between him and pepper - he's basically begging her to stop him. there's such a huge unsaid discussion going on between them. their connection is deep and the fact that pepper doesn't throw a fit over it all shows that she really was meant to be with tony. she gets him through and through. she knew he wouldn't be able to get it off his mind and he wouldn't be able to forgive himself if he didn't help.

mcu did nat dirty in general, lbr. but in a sense, i get that she'd be the one to die for the soul stone. look at secret empire. she took cap's shield to the neck to make sure that miles morales didn't become the murderer that a premonition said he'd be. she gave up her life for the success of the world. they did her hella dirty by glossing over her death and overshadowing it with tony's bloated funeral. it should've been a joint funeral tbh. they both paid the ultimate price to make sure the world kept living onward. the only person who was actually really torn up about her was clint, which made sense in the mcu, but she was legit the backbone of the avengers for the five years after IW. she poured everything into the team, which is why she sacrificed herself.

wtf was up with clint's ridiculous hair and his 90s sleeve tattoo? loved ronin tho. looooved that tone shift in him after losing his family.

people are tryna drag scott for not mourning his family but....the dude got out of the quantum realm, figured out what had happened. he was sad. he was so sad. but he had a plan. he saw the problem, and he had hope that it could be fixed, and he knew how to fix it. he was so desperate to keep that hope alive that you could see how manic he was when he was describing what to do that he couldn't even really articulate it. and it's a throwback to what jan van dyne said about the quantum realm and how hard it was to keep sane there. scott was also the most relatable avenger imo.

despite not having a whole lot of screentime, nebula was fucking incredible. that character development? i'm on board wiht that. i also want to see more of her working with rhodey. rhodey, who i also absolutely loved. he got the development he needed that he didn't get prior

i didn't like banner's "gentle giant" bullshit. he looked and acted like a pretentious asshole. i miss the mousy banner with the rage monster inside. it made it seem like he had more faults that were easily translated on screen. there was barely any explanation for that merging either. he had problems tryna get hulk to come out in IW, but he got him to merge???? nah, fam. shit doesn't make sense.

they did cap dirty. for a dude who has spent all the movies he's in preaching about moving forward and healing, he sure did regress a shitload in endgame. how fucking selfish was it for him to up and ditch the family he'd made in the present - a family that he had started wars over, fought friends over, had almost died for - for peggy, a woman he'd barely known when he was first introduced? not to mention the fact that he knew she was supposed to get married and have kids with someone else . she had her own life that she lived out and he saw that. he learned about her life, and he still fucking went back and fucked with the timeline because he was so fucking selfish. no. i get that chris's contract ended, but you know what would've been more satisfying because it would've been more true to his character? his death. dying for an ideal he believed in. dying for a family that he had stuck with and had stuck with him.

i did love the ancient one's appearance during the attack on manhattan. that was fucking cool. she explained the multiverse theory so well, and it showed that she knew so fucking much more than she let on in doctor strange's movie

#marvel #endgame spoilers

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henbooks · 6 years ago

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Novel Prep Tag

Thank you so much for the tag, @mirror-of-too-many-books!! <3

Rules: Answer the questions and then tag as many writers as there are questions answered (or as many as you can) to spread the positivity! Even if these questions are not explicitly brought up in the novel, they are still good to keep in mind when writing.

I’m going to answer these for Cracks in the Castle.

1. Describe your novel in 1-2 sentences (elevator pitch)

A young baker gets wrapped up in a revolution against the mysterious king, and ends up in the castle alongside him. Together, they must strive to break the curse over the king and the kingdom before it is too late.

2. How long do you plan for your novel to be? (Is it a novella, single book, book series, etc.)

A single novel, probably between 60k and 75k words.

3. What is your novel’s aesthetic?

A mixture of baroque and Gothic architecture, white, blue, and gold, and the texture of parchment, dust, and cobblestones.

4. What other stories inspire your novel?

Beauty and the Beast; East of the Sun, West of the Moon; and bits and bobs from other fairy tales.

5. Share 3+ images that give a feel for your novel

MAIN CHARACTER

6. Who is your protagonist?

Helene, a family-oriented young woman who enjoys drawing and yearns for a life outside of the responsibilities placed upon her shoulders.

7. Who is their closest ally?

I’m going to go with her love interest, Alastor. They have a rather tense introduction to each other, and Helene is rather slow to trust him, but they quickly find common ground and become fast friends. (Or is it more than friends~? XD)

Louie would also be a great choice for this category, but I already talk about him all the time.

8. Who is their enemy?

Helene only has one true enemy- the Wihts, who are the magical beings who cursed Alastor and are seeking to take over and destroy her people.

9. What do they want more than anything?

Helene longs for a life beyond the kitchen she confined herself to, although she is loathe to admit such a thing. She often dreams of going out and trying new things, seeking her fortune, and perhaps even finding fame for one thing or another.

10. Why can’t they have it?

Helene is driven first and foremost by responsibility, honor, and duty, and so even though she knows she could live a grander life than she does, she is loathe to think that she could abandon her family. As much as she longs for greater things, she knows her family relies on her and feels that she cannot leave them for her childish fantasies.

11. What do they wrongly believe about themselves?

Helene wrongly believes herself to be trapped. She sees the work she does in her family as important, and there are parts she loves doing (Caring for her younger siblings, making sure that her older Sister has the time and peace necessary for her studies, etc), but she also feels that she can never be anything more than that, and that even when her siblings grow up and no longer need her, she will be too old to go out and find a new purpose. She just assumes that she will marry another villager, have her own kids, and go through the process of raising them as she did her little siblings.

12. Draw your protagonist! (Or share a description)

I don’t have any pictures of Helene up here and my only decent picture of her is at college. Sigh.

Nonetheless, she is tall and gangly, mostly skin and bones as it were. In loose clothing, she could pass her body off for that of a boy’s. She has long red hair and beautiful brown eyes in a very square-jawed face. When she smiles, it lights up her whole face.

PLOT POINTS

13. What is the internal conflict?

The internal conflict actually lies largely on Alastor and is shared by Helene. Alastor is torn by his duty to his people and his fear that he will only ruin his kingdom more.

14. What is the external conflict?

The growing unrest in the city and the Wihts actions within trying to further the discord. Both of these parties seek to destroy and trap Alastor.

15. What is the worst thing that could happen to your protagonist?

Her family becoming destitute or dying because of her absence. Nothing would tear her up more than the knowledge that her abandoning them had led to their deaths.

16. What secret will be revealed that changes the course of the story?

Now this sounds like a spoiler. XD I mean, the really obvious one is that Alastor isn’t just a mindless beast, but is actually the prince of the kingdom who has been cursed.

17. Do you know how it ends?

Yup! The ending is probably one of my favorite parts.

BITS AND BOBS

18. What is the theme?

It isn’t developed enough to say for certain, but I’d say right now a major theme is seeking for the truth, even when it isn’t obvious.

19. What is a reoccurring symbol?

Cracks and light versus darkness.

20. Where is the story set? (Share a description)

The story is set in Sindre, the capitol city of Rinith (both of these names are subject to change to something more French-feeling in later drafts.)

The story only concerns two major locations within the town: the market district and the castle itself.

The Market district is the area right outside the castle gates where the majority of trade is done, ranging from the poorer wares to the south side and getting richer as you come closer to the castle on the north side. Helene’s family lives in a baker shop on the southeast side, and the revolutionary meetings occur in a bar on that same side of town.

The castle is placed on the north end of the city. It is surrounded by a huge fence which has been overgrown with rose bushes. The castle is largely dark and the only sign of life in it is the basket that hangs from one of the tower windows into the market district. This basket is how the king communicates to the people through notes and items.

Inside the castle is a series of hallways and rooms, which are mostly dusty from lack of use. The rooms used often that aren’t spoilers are the library, which is full of books and has a cozy fireplace, the kitchen and dining hall, and the main hallway connecting these locations as well as the small room Helene uses while she is in the castle.

21. Do you have any images or scenes in your mind already?

Seeming as I’m 50k into this story, yes. XD But the ones I haven’t written yet are largely planned in my head. I’m super excited for the epilogue, for example.

22. What excited you about this story?

I love Beauty and the Beast, and wanted to make my own version. So then i came up with this!

23. Tell us about your usual writing method!

I write whenever I can, honestly. Mostly through writing sprints, because they help me really get a lot done!

This story I went into without planning a bunch, which was a lot of fun and is a habit I think I will continue in future stories.

I am going to tag @bluenightfire, @dreamsofbooksandmonsters, @gloriawriting, and @ekinsellaauthor! If you want to do this, feel free and tag me so that i can learn more about your stories! <3

Thanks again for the tag, @mirror-of-too-many-books!

#writing tag #cracks in the castle

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little-bookshelf-dragon · 6 years ago

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February Wrap Up (Finally)

Okay! So I’m finally getting to this...five days late. Oops. Just to clear that up, I started a reading journal towards the end of February and wanted to do entries for the month of February before making this post. I’m hoping that this will help me organize my thoughts for my reviews. So I can actually... post reviews.

Anyway. Here we go! I’m going to begin with my overall thoughts and then go into my stats and put reviews under the cut so if you haven’t read these books and want to avoid spoilers you can!

Overall thoughts on this month’s reading:

I DNF’d one-third of my TBR this month (two of six. I say one third like it’s so many more than that). It’s a little funny that I had so much more success with the books I hadn’t actually planned to read than my TBR. I’m also kind of surprised that I made it through some of the books that I did, when I DNF’d other books for similar reasons. I did go into this month knowing that this was going to be a difficult bunch of books to get through,

I think I’m going to have to adjust my Goodreads reading challenge. I’ve already more than halfway through it and its only February. I'm honestly surprised. I didn’t think I was going to make it through the 52 I had planned.

Stats for this month:

Total Books Read (Finished): 18

DNF’d Books: 2

Books I need to Finish: 4

All-Out: The No-Longer-Secret Stories of Queer Teens Throughout the Ages by Saundra Mitchell, et al.

City of Lost Souls by Cassandra Clare

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows by JK Rowling

We Are the Ants by Shaun David Hutchinson

Academic Books: 3

A Midsummer Night’s Dream by Willaim Shakespeare

Young Goodman Brown by Nathaniel Hawthorne

Pride & Prejudice by Jane Austen

Ratings:

Five Stars: 5

Four Stars: 7

Three Stars: 4

Two Stars: 2

One Star: 0

Spoilery Reviews Under the Cut!

DNF’d Books:

Frozen by Melissa De LaCruz and Micheal Johnston

It was a weird book. In general. And then the Scene that implied sexual assault happened, and I had to stop reading. I just couldn’t bring myself to finish it.

Ender’s Game By Orson Scott Card

I was having trouble getting into the book in the first place, and then I realized that these were six year old kids. Being trained for war. Against aliens. As I have a sister who’s six, this didn’t sit well with me.

Two Star Books:

Echo by Alyson Noel

I was really dissappointed in this book. I really enjoyed the first book in the Soul Seekers book, Fated. I liked the worldbuilding, the relationship between Daire and Dace, the concept of the Echo. But I had too many complaints about this book. Mainly with Cade. I feel like I could have liked him more if he had some actual development and clearer motivations. Though, I think the attempted rape scene was a little much (that’s an understatement.) I think it would be nice if there were a YA book where the female MC wasn’t assaulted, or at least that addresses it properly afterward.

A Court of Thorns and Roses by Sarah J. Maas

I’m honestly surprised that I finished this one, after I DNF’d another book for similar things happening. I didn't like Feyre much. She didn't seem to have much moe to her character other than painting and hunting. For someone who was meant to be so strong willed, she seemed to change her mind too easily. Rhysand...I don’t know where it start with him. He’s not much of one here, but it’s pretty obvious that they’re setting him up as a love interst in the later books. Can we stop having abusive boyfriends in YA lit? Tamlin was a little pathetic. Maybe don’t alienate the one person that’s your shot at freedom? Maybe? Feyre and Tamilin’s relationship was cute, but it wasn't really all that convincing.

Three Star Books:

The Maze Runner by James Dashner

The Maze runner was good. I’m not sure if it was good enough to deserve the hype it received. I did not like that there was so much that was left unanswered in the beginning. It’s one thing to withhold information to create interest. It’s another to taunt your readers by having a character ask the questions, and the others refusing to give an answer. I did think the ending was an interesting twist, to stage a ‘rescue’ and then have it turn out to be apart of the trials.

Love Drugged by James Klise

There’s...a lot to unpack with this one. At first, the general premise made me feel a little sick. I almost stopped reading it several times thoughtout the book, especially when the chaacters described being gay as a disease. But by the time I finished, I think I understood better. Jamie was being mainipulated, not just by the doctor, but by society to think that way. His journey to discover and understand himself leads to his desperate actions in an effort to escape that manipulation. It’s heartbreaking to know that Jamie's thoughts were based off of off the author’s when he was around the same age.

Take Two by Julia Devillers & Jennifer Roy

I was kind of disappointed in this book. I loved the first one when I was younger, so the fact that I didn’t feel the same about the sequel is a let down. Though I guess that might have to do with the difference in age between the times I read them

Young Goodman Brown by Nathaniel Hawthorne

Four Star books:

Mockingjay by Suzzane Collins

I cried so much reading this book. Katniss yelling at Buttercup at the end broke me. Her “for Prim” before the execution was beautiful (I’ll admit it took me some time to realize she was hinting at what she was planning to do.) Cinna having a part in the rebellion even after his death. The amount that Haymitch cares about Peeta and Katniss. UGH the feels. I did have a problem with the pacing. I felt like all the action was squeezed in at teh end. And Peeta and Katniss’s relationship seemed to seesaw between them in it’s one-sidedness throughout the series.

Duel Of Fire by Jordan Rivet

I did not expect to enjoy this book as much as I did. Especially at he beginning, I thought the characters were annoying. But that GROWTH. By the end, I loved the characters. I had a hunch about who the rebels were, but I wasn’t sure until they were revealed. I loved the magic system and world building, and I can’t wait to see how the story will be developed in the next book and the rest of the series.

Steelheart by Brandon Sanderson

This was my first Brandon Sanderson book and I was not disappointed. The concept was interesting, the Epics having a specific weakness kept them from being overpowered, and I loved the fact that the “Normal people” weere the heroes (For the most part.) I KNEW there was somehing up wiht Megan. But Steelheart’s weakness completely threw me off. I had so many theories, but I was wrong on all of them. That was a plot twist done well.

City of Fallen Angels by Cassandra Clare

(I’m actually not going to include my notes here because they turned into more of a rant at the characters than an actual reveiw)

Galatea by Madaline Miller

I want more of this. Any additional content, I want it. It says something that she felt the only way to escape was to die (And take her husband with her). I REALLY want to know what happened with their daughter.

The Skin I’m In by Sharon G. Flake

This is a reread for me. I read tthis book when I, I believe, was the same age as Maleeka. And at the time, while I had never been in the same situations she’s in, I could still relate to her. Now, as an adult working with students Maleeka’s age, I see my students. It gives me a better insight to what might be going on in their homes, thoughts, and attitudes. This is a book that so many of them should read, just like so many of them could use a Ms. Saunderson.

A Midsummer Night’s Dream by Willaim Shakespeare

Five Star books:

Clockwork Prince by Cassandra Clare

This book. This book. I audiobooked most of it, which meant that I was listening to it in class while working. Which means I cried. During class. This is one of the few love triangles I think I’ve ever really liked and am actually emotionally invested in. I fully understand the hype around this series. I can't wait to pick up the next one.

The Poet X by Elizabeth Acevedo

After finishing the audiobook, I'm sitting here trying to find the words to describe how much this means to me. How many of Xiomara's thoughts and feelings I relate to. And I just can't find the words. I can't remember the last time a book meant this much to me. Wanting to find my own voice. Beginning to question the religion that has been such a big part of my life for a long time. Feeling like I have to hide parts of myself, my thoughts, my feelings, everything I wish I could say but can't, from people I care about. Wanting my own writing to mean something to others. I wish I could put what I'm feeling into words, but I'm struggling. I cried. I need a copy of this book. I loved it so much.

Saint Anything by Sarah Dessen

I feel like Dessen’s books follow a pattern. I’ve only read three so far, but I’m able to see the similarities. However, that dosn't stop them from being unique. Sydney’s problems are different from Macy’s, whose are different from Collie’s. So while the books are similar enought to notice a pattern, they’re unique enough to keep the reader’s interest. I wouldn’t say that Saint Anything has impacted me as much as some books have, but I did still enjoy it. Also, a moment of appreciation for instances of sexual assault handled correctly? It's rare to see the subject addressed in a book after it happens. Though I would have loved to see Ames prosecuted. We need to tell girls it's okay to speak up about these things.

Tell Me Again How a Crush Should Feel by Sara Farizan

I loved this. I’m not even sue how to put it all inot words. First of all, Saskia getting expelled? Excellent. That girl made me so mad. Messing with Lila’s feelings was bad enough, but hen going stalker, assualting her, and then outing her to the entire school? I think I would have liked to see even more of a punishment, honestly. Maybe someting from her parents. LISA. I loved Lisa. I’m so happy she and Leila ended up together. They both deserved to be happy and I’m so happy they got to be happy together. I was so emotional after finishing this book.

Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

I’m not going to go too in depth because then this would be way too long but this is my favorite book that I’ve had to read for a calss. Ever.

#booklr #book reviews #Wrap Up #February 2019 #2019 posts #moony reviews #read tag

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laurak199221 · 7 years ago

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One-Shot-When your Dreaming with a Broken heart

Intro: It was all love and truth until someone goes and breaks your heart and you realise that sometimes nightmares don’t just happen while your sleeping.

Warnings: Angst, Bad language

“When you're dreaming with a broken heart

The waking up is the hardest part

You roll outta bed and down on your knees

And for a moment you can hardly breathe”

- John Mayer

You woke up with a sore throat and eyes, everything from yesterday, the memories from last night playing in your head. Seeming almost like a bad dream until it all came rushing back along with a sharp pain in your chest making you suck in a deep breath.

Your mind kept replaying the last conversation you had with him. The moment your life was no longer as it was.

You just returned from a trip home to Arizona to visit your family. So excited to get back into the swing of things in your new home and desperate to return to your love. It hadn’t been easy starting uni in a new place and working on top of that was quite stressful, all the while trying to be there for Aus with his none too normal job made things hard but to you it was all worth it. You were together and thats all that mattered.

But things weren’t always perfect.

Things had been bit weird with Austin for a while now.

You put it down to it being extremely hectic with the team and him having a lot of pressure with he playoffs not going to plan. Of coarse his fuse would be little short. He was stressed. He had a lot on his plate.

When you noticed him constantly checking his phone, something he never quite did but he almost seemed obsessed with having it at all times.

You had never been a jealous person but his recent behaviour had you little worried and you just wanted to make sure he was okay. So when his phone rang while he was in the other room you went to answer it, not thinking anything of it when he came storming into the room and snatched it out of your hand.

“What is wrong with you? I just wanted to answer it because you were in the shower” you said quietly, him never having spoken to you this way.

“ Well I don’t need you going through my things, what don’t you trust me?” he said getting worked up, his hands waving his phone around in the air.

“Why are you being so defensive?” you asked now becoming concerned with his reaction.

“I’m not being defensive I just don’t need my girlfriend being all jealous and controlling. I’ve got enough on my plate” he continued. his responses seeming almost frantic.

“Aus, I’m not doing that. I thought it might have been your mum. She said she was going to call today..” you explained watching him get increasingly more paranoid and worked up.

His face immediately relaxed, “Your right, I’m sorry, I just…. never mind babe. Sorry for snapping” he said giving you a kiss on the forehead and walking back into the bedroom seemingly nervous.

This played on your mind the remainder of the afternoon but you pushed it down again. Wanting to believe that if something was truly wrong he would tell you. You had never kept secrets from each other.

That was until while cleaning your bedroom you found something. And something deep down inside you knew something was wrong.

You walked out into the lounge room holding the piece of clothing, your body almost frozen in fear. You stopped at the edge of the lounge he was sitting on playing some game.

You stood their for almost a minute, truly unable to speak words before you said;

“Auston these aren’t mine….” looking at him, waiting for him to come up with an explanation as to why there were womens lingerie in their bedroom. Lingerie that was not her own.

He just stared back at her lost for words and then trying to stutter out, “Babe their yours…”

Something in you knew something wasn’t right. He was lying.

Then you spoke the words out loud. Words you never thought in a million years you would need to utter to this man you had loved for so long.

“Aus did you cheat on me…” you said with glossed eyes, finally looking him in the eyes.

“Tell me the truth…: you followed. Something in you hoped he’d have a better explanation. Anything to make this not true.

But as your eyes met his, you know the truth and that is when your heart truly breaks.

“Y/N I….” he replied. He was unable to come up with the words. His mouth opened and closed several times before his elbows dropped to his knees. “It was a mistake.. I… I … was lonely I just, and drunk I fuck I”

He continued rambling but all you can hear is silence.

He had cheated. You hand flew to your chest, almost like it was trying to keep your heart together. The pain becoming overwhelming. You didn’t think anything could ever hurt this badly.

 Then you hear the words “few…. times” fall from his lips and you freeze.

“Wait what…. a couple…omg” you whispered. “You did it more than once,” you questioned.

His head fell again as he didn’t answer. His hand tugging on his hair as he looked up at you unable to speak, completely lost for words.

You said “The least you could do is look me in the eyes and tell me the truth Auston. Everything” your hand shaking as you tried to control your breathing, trying to keep it all together.

“She’s… I met her out one night and it was just a kiss, at first,” he said unable to meet your eyes. “Then the last time you were in AZ I got a little too drunk while out wiht the boys, and I was lonely and it was a mistake. A stupid mistake I wish I could erase baby, It wasn’t meant to go any further but we came back here with everyone for more drinks and I just ….” and he continued a story which you didn’t think could get worse “The house was so empty without you here. I…..”

“You had someone here, in our home?” you said not really needing an answer, the damage already having been done. He had broken your trust, had tried to lie and claw his way out and finally the truth was there. What he hadn’t wanted you to find out, you had and there was no going back now.

You suddenly got up and began to walk to the bedroom you shared….well used to share. You were shaking, beginning to feel yourself but you didn’t want to do that here, not in front of him.

He had already taken so much, including your heart and you couldn’t have him see you break.

He began following you, asking “Baby please, we need to talk about this, “ His voice taking on a desperate tone as he began watching you throw clothes into a bag.

You continued packing your bag as he stood helplessly, watching

“ I…..I need to go” you whispered looking down at your bags.

“Baby, please…..I..I…it was a mistake. Please just stay” he said desperately grabbing your wrist gently needing some type of contact.

You gently removed your hand from his stating “The sad thing is, I thought we were happy. I was so proud of you. Everything you’ve accomplished. I would have done anything for you. The thing is, I don’t even know who you are anymore,” as silent tears fell down your face, your eyes meeting his for the first time since he said the words that ruined everything.

“Y/N..” he said his eyes bloodshot with unshed tears.

“I’ve got to go, I can’t stay here. I just can’t. I need time,” you said walking away and out the front door.

As you closed the front door you could hear the crashing of furniture and a loud “FUCK” screamed out as you let out a gasp. Your resolve finally starting to crack you got out your phone, calling Steph.

“Can I, can I stay at yours for a while,” you managed to get out through tears.

And with that you got into your car and drove off into the distance.

Notes: Thanks to anyone who has read this. Always so nervous to post anything I’ve written… Have a great day

#auston matthews #hockey #fanfic #hockey fanfiction #toronto maple leafs #nhl #mitch marner #nhl imagines

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Okay, so my explanations for the Heroes and the Zeldas got really long, so I’m going to put the explanations under a cut in case anyone is interested in them, and just answer the questions short and sweet above it. :)

1.) Top 3 incarnations of Link?

In order:

The Hero of the Wild (Breath of the Wild)

The Hero of Time (Ocarina of Time/Majora’s Mask)

The Hero of Winds (Wind Waker/Phantom Hourglass)

2.) Top 3 incarnations of Zelda?

In order:

Princess Zelda (Breath of the Wild)

Tetra (Wind Waker/Phantom Hourglass)

Zelda (Skyward Sword)

9.) Favourite Link design?

The Hero of the Wild, easily! Both in his standard outfit, and any number of the alternates we can dress him up in. ♥

And now, my explanations for my favorite incarnations of Link and Zelda are beneath the cut!

1.) Top 3 incarnations of Link?

In order:

The Hero of the Wild (Breath of the Wild) --- Words can’t really explain how much I came to love this kid over the 250 hours I spent with him while I played Breath of the Wild. Like every Hero, he’s meant to be something of a blank slate that we can imprint on, or create a personality for. So in that sense, you could say that maybe the reason why I love him so much is because I love the personality that I gave him. But even if that’s the case, it doesn’t change the fact that I do love him, and I love him a lot.I love the fact, first and foremost, that the Hero of the Wild is a determined survivor. He’s not only a survivor in that he was literally kept alive for one hundred years in the Shine of Resurrection, but that when he wakes up and goes out into the world with pretty much nothing, he’s able to find food, shelter, and weapons enough to keep himself alive. The Hero of the Wild can be given nothing but a stick and still manage to not only survive, but take down his foes, and that is some serious grit and determinaton. The Hero is always Determined; the Spirit of the Hero is an unbreakable spirit, an indomitable will. That determination is a trait shared by every Hero, but I feel it’s most exemplified in the Hero of the Wild.Beyond that, though, there’s so much else to love. I love that he loves food, and that he has just as much joy in cooking it as he does eating it. I love how dorky and cute he can be at times, but also how he can be snarky to those around him as well. I love how serious he is about his duty, but also how gentle he is with Zelda, and how he takes interest in her interests, even when she’s trying to get him to eat a frog. I love that he’s great with animals (dogs and horses alike!), but that he also understands the circle of life and does his best to be respectful with that understanding, as well. I love that he can be competitive and knows how to have fun, that he’s not infallible even though he’s the Hero. I love the complexity that makes him feel like he has to appear infallible, though, because he’s the Hero.Really, the Hero of the Wild is just easily my favorite Hero. I absolutely adore everything about him, design included, and I’m really glad that he’s the one in the upcoming Smash. It’s about time the Hero of Twilight was dethroned, for real.

The Hero of Time (Ocarina of Time/Majora’s Mask) --- Ahhh, the classic favorite. I loved the Hero of Time for a long time, and while part of that is absolutely due to how he was characterized by Rose Zemlya, a lot of it is also simply due to how much time I personally spent with him, particularly with regards to Majora’s Mask. The Hero of Time, from an abstract standpoint, has a lot of interesting concepts to me, most notably centered around his specific power. He is the Time Hero Victorious; the laws of time are his, and they will obey him. This is, again, most exemplified in Majora’s Mask; you can speed time up, slow it down, skip ahead, travel back. And I like to think about what that does to this Link, how he comes to view time in relation to himself. He hasn’t led a linear life, time-wise, and as such his maturity is all over the place. His mindset is all over the place. And this, I feel, is especially true when you consider that, thanks once again to Majora’s Mask, he also comes in the habit of accepting different souls and minds alongside his own thanks to the transformation masks. He houses the souls of the dead within him, and takes their forms, whenever he wears those masks. He becomes a god with the Fierce Deity’s Mask. And after all this, he’s supposed to go on and live a normal life? No wonder felt as though he had unfinished business in Twilight Princess; he never got to live a normal life.The Hero of Time’s story is one of tragedy, but it’s not entirely unhappy. He has Epona, and his friends here or there. He gets joy from helping others. But there is a lot of sadness there, and that’s interesting to me. The Hero of Time will always be interesting to me.

The Hero of Winds (Wind Waker/Phantom Hourglass) --- And finally, this little twerp. The Hero of Winds is a great kid. He’s a sleepyhead who can sleep literally anywhere, given the start of Wind Waker, and he’s also very loyal to his family. He wears the Hero’s outfit despite how ugly he clearly thinks it is because he wants to make his grandma happy, and he’s such a protective big brother that he throws himself off a cliff in an attempt to save Aryll from the Helmaroc King. To that end, the entire purpose of his journey was to save his sister (at least at the start), and his impulsivity and hotheadedness can definitely set him apart from others. To that end, the Hero of Winds is very expressive (he wears every emotion written across his face), as well as friendly, outgoing, and meticulously explorative. He’s just a great kid. There’s a whole lot to love about the Hero of Winds.

2.) Top 3 incarnations of Zelda?

Once again, in order:

Princess Zelda (Breath of the Wild) --- Honestly, I wasn’t expecting to love Zelda as much as I do in BotW, but goodness, I love her. She’s so relatable; no, none of us have goddess power that we’re trying to unlock, but the desperation to do what others expect, and the anxiety and despair that comes with not being able to live up to the expectation . . . particularly with regards to her anxiety and her lack of self-worth, I feel that’s an extremely relatable part of her character. But again, that’s not all she is; she loves dogs and other animals. She’s adventurous. She’s witty, brave, smart, and flawed. She loves reading and learning, but she also loves being on the front and helping where she can. She’s very active, this Zelda; she knows that most want her tucked away where it’s safe, but she works herself to the bone trying to find ways in which she can contribute. She might not join in the fray, but she’s definitely a scholar and kicks ass in her own right. I was really, legitimately impressed by how well-rounded she ended up being.

Tetra (Wind Waker/Phantom Hourglass) --- Tetra used to be my first fave, and honestly, she’s still really up there. I love this badass little pirate captain. Tetra commands the entire ship and despite how she was unfairly damseled (right at the start of Phantom Hourglass, even!), as well as the really unfortunate and awful whitewashing that occurs when she’s in her princess get-up, I really love everything about Tetra’s character, including and perhaps especially how sassy she is, and how she takes no shit from anyone. Tetra was the first Zelda to ever fight alongside Link in battle, and she not only aided him in the final fight, but even leaped through the window of the Forsaken Fortress to try to save him. Tetra is a complete badass and is wholly worthy of her title of captain. I love her.

Zelda (Skyward Sword) --- And last by not least, the Zelda (who is not a princess!) from Skyward Sword. Although she unfortunately spends pretty much the entire game damseled, this Zelda is nonetheless bold, brave, spunky, and has a strong sense of justice. I love the scenes where she’s playing around with Link (or having more tender moments wiht him), as well as the incredible strength she demonstrates in that she not only goes on her own journey across the surface world, but that she has the emotional fortitude necessary to follow through with Hylia’s plan to seal herself away until Link could defeat Demise. Zelda’s character was once again really well-written in this game, and I love her a lot.

#legend of zelda ask meme #decadeoldtiger

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caremobile · 4 years ago

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Dear Melissa and Elle

I haven’t written you in a while -- everything you asked me to do and be, I’ve done and become, and more.

We’ve done everything to regain custody --from being head of Rockefeller and for your mother, a Nobel Candidacy of Rockefeller and University of Chicago with among consortium....

and wouldn’t you believe it she regained custody. We will have custody together Elle.

Melissa, you’ve finished your project I am sure, but mother has convinced herself that I am the only one worthy of being her son because of the wars we’ve battled through, and the empire we’ve yielded for together.

She’s still mother dearer, and if you can’t accept that as a son, and you’re not able to contribute to her empire, well, I feel sorry for that person.

As for Elle, giving her the best of all that we can yield and have yielded is something we can do but as long as she’s not too far. I am not sure where we’ll live in a couple years, but, God-willing I’ll be coronated and it will be in RA and Westminster, at the same rate they sold the draft at auction for 87 Mln EU and, and God knows what else is in store -- but I am perfectly happy with RA Hyatt Mitas Circle and Beirut Lawrence Terraces along with where we’ll stay in England -- everything else is icing on top of the cake, but I’d love for you and Elle to stay with Erin at the Lake Geneva/Vence home later. We’ll visit you along with Erin.

I can’t always have everything, Erin wants to live and die there, and, as for me, too much of a great thing, will kill me.

I haven’t seen Elle and you in such a long time, we should talk about her path even if she’s young -- and whether should she follow the same path as yours and mine where we both went through Rand, University of Chicago, and Rockefeller as fellows and then the Nobel, and, we can make a case for an American Royal for you and Elle, keep in mind McAllister Group has that huge Virgin Account, and, is with Alpha Delta and you’re also a part of the Alpha Delta EY Analytica Team -- and, all I can say, is that, American Royal is a posture we can go for Elle. even if my discretionary income is still of concern to me and I am always kibbutzing, we all are, we all are surrealist cubinist surrealist. It’s hard to break out of this mold until the coronation and I finally get my due as seemingly perpetual host, as head of the Exile Government of Sur France and President of North Africa, while being called the next in line after Queen Elizabeth herself we called the government, Surrealist Communist and as much as we’ve tried to break out of this mold and went to war, all out war, for epicurean life, the truth is, I am just a high epicurean writer with communist pockets.

I love you Elle, I’ve done everything I can to keep my promise and played the role of Nobel Committee and Rockefeller Head fellow with your mother as her mentor to get you back -- In the end, you are back with your mother! and you will be in your father’s arms eventually.

Melissa -- you see the path we’ve both gone through and have an idea of her posture, if we all move to England, RA will be my office, but, we should have plans in terms of what she can do, for her own experiential experiences,

that will be up to her, she can choose her own path and she doesn’t have to follow her father’s military career as a UN Legion and Delta Officer / British pathfinder.

In some sense, I let my daughter Tallia and Bella choose their path, as well as Asia my step daughter and Sarina -- Asia and Sarina are both Coast Guard Intel, Bella is an Royal Light Army Sabre, and Tallia is recruited into the Royal Navy and Philippine Naval Intel.

There are some things we don’t have to divulge, but I would hope she becomes a Pathfinder.

If she wants to be a lexicon and with a rank of Admiral like myself, she must keep in mind what it took to get here, I am on a hell of a lot of IOU’s, and surralist communist cubinist /host and crypto pay. When I get coronated that’s when I’ll probably get a greater sense of monetary rewards,

Macron and France News 24 announced my pay as Head of Exiled Southern France Government leader is 60K Francs a year, they’ll pay me as soon as they are able. What France is also promising me, in the end is our Aria, and a military school, in La Suer Justin B Ocampo, Jacque Chirac an Jacque Costeau French Marine Academy.

You are getting paid 30K a month, and what your worth at McAllister Group and Alpha Delta plus our work as fellows at Rockefeller.

The free education our children will receive will pan out, wherever they choose to go, and the military will save them a lot of trouble. But we have an idea soon, of what the cosmos may bring and if all goes well -- the French Marine Academy is a nice part of the crypto pay but it��ll be up to Elle, even if it is somewhere in the likes of having her stationed at Port of Guyanne at Georgetown --- it’s part of the Cubinist Surrealist Communist Movement,

how will reconciling for it as King of UK is having end the potential war of the roses part 2, my daughters are serving in the Royal Light Brigade and will be serving in the Royal Navy which I hope she will be a Royal Naval Intel Officer and Pathfinder like her father, the legacy now, is ending the Epic War, is uniting, UK Together but, I see, it’s military is in need of a re-engineering and including new uniforms and a new type of order in a scheme of what Emperor Justinian did for Roman Law.

UK, is indeed, in need of new uniforms, and a new reformation and new schema, and the first thing I would do is commission the Royal House of Fashion and inclusive of Burberry to redo, the style, form and dress of the

For the Imperial Soldier -- whether the classic look of the SAS Dessert warrior bearded look in a legionnair hat a staple look, a thick beard and mustache of the Classic SAS Dessert Warrior, or the Classic Imperial Cartographer with the bifocals and beard or clean shaven, or the steel aura of the British Light Brigade Warrior. Alpha Delta has several favorites of the British, inclusive of The secret Explorer/Pathfinder imperial Cartographer as a great classic divine Imperial warrior and we’ll have the form and style of our Royal House pre-set the colours and code and form and posture accordingly --- we must realize we must make our connections wider inclusive of our commonwealths, and, if we allow ourselves the ideals of the Imperial navigator/Cartographer/Explorer concepts in terms of the ideal soldier, is the one format that unites us -- we are using concepts of geo-detics for Columbia as well, and surveying, in Namria and Delta Force.

We have a force called Aerodrome in the Alpha Delta, and for the Imperial Soldier of UK an Alpha Delta, I want to instill this Geodetic Explorer Concept, the consumate surveyor and cartographer troop, and of McGyver Cells, to be collated --

The fashion of all the Old Guard must receive updated form and styles, we must go about the reformation of the British Military as if it were Justinian Reforming Roman Law --

I want you to take the example Melissa how the most feared in battle at his time was the Macedonian Infantry, who’s armor, paint, and uniforms were the most fierce looking, and awesome -- the order by which we fight, is not new, we must form the concept of pathfinder and navigator because the best soldiers are the best navigators, we want an explorer and legion mentality, which will define the culture of the UK Military.

We will intend to pursue a UN Charter somewhere down the line of Imperial St Mary’s if it is doable -- I will ask Joanna Liu to head the task force toward a UN Charter of St Mary’s and, will propose UN Secretary General Antonio Guiterrez as one of the chair emeritas as well, along with Joanna Liu at Imperial, as we focus on having a beacon to define the culture of the new UK Military Culture.

You see we have forayed into Space, auto, and rail and clearance systems and connected Merriam with Reed to wit wiht our Ocampo Publishing along with New Yorker and University of Chicago and Manhattan Insftitute and created the strongest mensa annex’. We fight with our pen, believe it!

we have various mediums by which we fight, and we must now, understand the depth and breadth of our commonwealth --

The two military schools, The Royal Military and Artillary School of Indochine Neavue in Europa, will be commissioned as well as Le Seur Justin B Ocampo, Jacque Chirac and Jacque Costeau French Marine Academy. We also have RA and all the other schools in our annex like IIT ROH/Avant, Yale, UC, PENN, Case Western, Berkely, et al.

Elle if you look at it, The Royal Welch Guards still remains the elite of Great Britain and is the true light brigade that served in Crimea, and will always be a fixture in the Royal Court -- we must also have Pathfinders in the fray, Royal Cartographers in the fray and will instill Geo-detic and Naval Geography Explorer Culture. We will create cultural bridges with our sommelier commonwealths, and cultural ties, and strong partnerships, and we begin with economic, education, cultural, socio-political and military, and we’ve kept the peace through inter-marrying or partnering with the producer like Alexander.

As an annex, as a people, as a family crest, as a nation, the legacy is the economy of rail, itself, whether at Crimea, or at Harp/UN, or in America with the Economy of Rail thats currently being built, along with its Clearances. We’ve also won the panhandle wars and created Guyanne Prefecture and Baja Prefecture and Regina Prefecture in our attempts to find our new Crimea, new panhandle,

for UK and Great Britain -- the New Order is the realization that it is to be re-engineered in this manner, in this concept, inclusive of within the Aerodrome concept

Not only do we fight, in concepts of portals and cube, we fight in parkays, and in triangles, in deltas, and in peninsulas, and in cells and various dimensions. We are fighting a sacred war as well in Operatoin Meis Secret Pearls and we’re doing a fine job with RA

Love anyhow --

La Seur

Rene Justin

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