#also yes trophy is indeed a trophy

[burgycreeper405-blog]

someone’s not happy to see him

what a way to welcome someone back am i right?

[quarterlifekitty]

Hi! could you possibly write something about a fuckboy!soap and shy!reader that he uses for sex, and she keeps letting him? im craving angsty angst ANGST that just keeps hurting…you don’t have to if you don’t want to and thank you if you do! Have a great day!

Okay, one thing you all should know about me? Is that I’m a weenie lol so I can’t help but make things a little hopeful most of the time. Also— gonna make this like a college type AU

Soap clocks you from a mile away when he sees you at a party. There’s a cup of beer in your hand that you’ve been nursing, just sipping to have something to do while you cling to the side of the friend who forced you to come.

He’s seen you in his classes before. You’re good. Not the type to be seen in a place like this. And that kinda whets his appetite. He wants to fuck you, break you, make you fall apart for his own amusement.

He nudges Gaz— they have the routine down to a science— splitting up the birdies that are a little too huddled together so they can have their way with them. Gaz runs interference this time, Johnny mouthing an “I owe ye” his way— chatting up and pulling your friend away to talk a bit more. You’re alone now, and Johnny swoops in, weaving through people on a warpath.

He corners you expertly, and you’re a pathetically easy read. Easy to tease, to coax, to push. He just has to throw in a few lines about how pretty you look, peppered between him saying he’s always wanted to talk with you, always admired you in class— he gives just enough detail to lull you into thinking this is courting. That he’s going to fuck you because he likes you.

Works like a charm. Always does. You clumsily follow him to his room—“Ye didnae ken? This is my fraternity’s house, bonnie,”— as he pulls you along by the hand.

He enjoys pulling you apart. Like the birds taking Prometheus’s liver. He’s not a complete animal, he makes you cum, but he doesn’t give you kisses the way you’d probably hoped he would. He’ll tell his mates later— it was kinda cute how fucking bad you were at giving head, too.

He lets you stay the night even though your clinging is a bit annoying. Pushing you out would burn this bridge, and he’s not ready to do that just yet. Not when he could keep having fun.

Come morning your clothes are tossed your way (sans panties, those are going in his trophy collection), and he has the decency to drop you off at your place with the promise of further contact.

Come your next class, he’s back to acting like he doesn’t know you. You’re shy, but you’re not stupid. It’s easy to see that you were played, and you curse yourself for falling into it.

So why do you show up when he texts you, asking you to come over?

Promethean indeed.

And it keeps happening.

It’s not like he treats you badly— that’s what you tell yourself. You’re just the idiot for expecting more than orgasms. It’s nice to feel wanted. It’s not nice to put your clothes on and get out right after, but you’re willing to ignore that. You shouldn’t be. But you are.

You’re not the kind of girl who gets asked out. So why refuse the one source of attention you have? He makes you cum, right? That’s more than a lot of guys do, so it would be unfair to expect more. High maintenance. Right?

If Johnny can see the hurt behind your eyes when you turn to check behind you when you leave, as if he’ll suddenly change his mind and call you back into bed to hold you, he doesn’t do anything about it. He’s content to tug on his jeans and brush past you with a cigarette in his mouth.

You steel yourself as usual, double checking the straightness of your clothes as if it’ll make you feel like less of a cheap whore when his housemates glance your way as you leave.

The door across from Johnny’s is almost always open, despite how closed off its occupant seems. You’ve never met Simon. Well, you really haven’t met anyone in Soap’s life. That’s not what he keeps you for, is it? Fucktoys don’t get introduced to the friend group. Doesn’t stop Simon from staring holes in your back every time you leave. Must think you’re easy. Must wonder if Johnny’ll mind if he has a go. Or maybe he just thinks you’re pathetic. You certainly do.

But it’s happened one too many times. Apparently, even a worm will turn. His stare itches and crawls up your skin when you already feel like such a piece of meat— chewed up and spit out. And you must be losing flavor. Before long you won’t even have this. You turn to look at him instead of walking on as usual.

“What the fuck are you looking at?” You spit in a tone that surprises you. You’ve never said anything like that to someone, not in earnest, anyway.

“Lemme take y’out somewhere.”

What?

What?

[galedekarios]

down among the dead men

i finally finished reading sylvia feketekuty's short story in tevinter nights. sylvia feketekuty is also emmrich's writer in dragon age: the veilguard.

i wanted to compile what we learn about emmrich in sylvia's short story.

emmrich likes tea

"What happened then?" the older mage tilted a pot of tea encouragingly toward Audric.

his study is described in detail

Audric shook his head--he didn't feel like tea, particularly--while his eyes soaked in the room. He'd never been in a necromancer's study before. Ornately decorated skulls hung from hooks in the high, dark ceiling. One wall was made up of shelves with books and tiny labeled drawers. The other was fronted by tables full of bubbling flasks, scales, alembics, and tortured-looking glass. A smartly attired servant ground away with a pestle and mortar.

"Excellent question!" Emmrich swirled the tea in his mug, looking entirely too cheerful, Audric thought, for a man framed by so many racks of skulls.

the description of his study in down among the dead men is very, very reminiscent of his room in the lighthouse that bioware revealed a few days ago:

emmrich may have recreated the comforts of his study in nevarra within the lighthouse.

emmrich lets manfred mix tinctures

"Please, don't mind Manfred." The older mage refilled his own cup. "He'll finish mixing that tincture before you know it." Manfred, a clean-boned skeleton, held up a bowl. Audric read something helpful in the cant of its skull. The younger mage looked critical. "It needs half a cup more elfroot." The corpse pulled out one of the drawers on the side of the room, took out a withered root, and shook it inquiringly. "The royal elfroot, please." Manfred moaned and fumbled at more drawers.

emmrich compliments manfred's successes and is proud of him

"Yes! That's the one." The older mage beamed. "Very good indeed, Manfred!"

emmrich's appearance is described as well by audric

Audric dragged his gaze to the older Watcher across from him, with his silvered hair, tidy mustache, and long face full of concern. His expression reminded Audric of the Chantry scholars when they'd caught him reading by candlelight in the library. The good brothers and sisters had kindly tried to dissuade Audric from living in pages for so long he couldn't think straight in the morning.

i think they a phenomenal job bringing emmrich to life (no pun intended).

emmrich is quite informal, cares about putting someone else at ease, he treats audric as he would a living person, never forcing him to arrive at a conclusion or pressuring him

"Is there anything else you can recall about Lord Karn's funeral?" the mage asked gently. "No? I think... not much, sir. Another guard, she, well... Dellah even had to peel him off me, sir." The necromancer waved a hand. "Emmrich will do, please."

macabre sense of humour

"It's... sorry, it's a blur of screams, sir." "Some of it your own, I'd bet," the necromancer joked, but looked so sympathetic Audric relaxed by a degree.

he is indeed a professor/very scholarly

"Myra picked up the curved rib bone. One end was jagged from where Audric's boot had connected with Karn's rib cage. She handed it to Emmrich. "Excellent. Emmrich? This is your remit." "I'll have it ready before sunset." He sighed. "It would be faster if we'd managed to replace the librarian by now. The students have naturally left the books a mess."

this all fits so well with the blurb we were given about him not so long:

"Emmrich is as serious about his duty to protect innocents from the occult as he is about his studies and his interest in the mysteries of the fade."

don't leave the books in disorder, please.

emmrich is renowned to be good at what he does by other mourn watchers

"Myrna seemed content to leave things there, and took something out of a velvet purse. A rib bone. "Emmrich's prepared your trophy for us. His cathexis is very reliable." Audric felt the ground tilt downslope. "Madam?" "His magic." She tapped the rib bone. "This will now guide us to where Lord Karn's fled. Emmrich would join us, but he's been called to other matters."

i had to look up what cathexis means exactly and it's defined as follows:

In psychoanalysis, cathexis (or emotional investment) is defined as the process of allocation of mental or emotional energy to a person, object, or idea. [...] Cathexis comes to us by way of New Latin from the Greek word kathexis, meaning "holding."

myrna uses a skeleton to send a message to emmrich, presumably he might employ similar methods of communication if available

"Good." Myrna sent a mote of light into a nook in the wall. A moment later, a skeleton fell out, hissing and snapping. Myrna snagged it with a collar of green fire, tugged it like a leash. "Does that... hurt it?" Audric asked, more sympathetic to the shambling thing than he'd been a minute ago. "The sensations differ. With some of the dead, one must exert direct control." The skeleton subsided, making a strange whine. "A message," the Mourn Watcher told it. "Find Professor Emmrich Volkahrin. Tell him after some last business in the Winged Halls, we'll be joining him above without delay."

this description reminded me a bit of the brief glimpses we got of emmrich in the very first companion trailer:

emmrich appreciates punctuality & holding oneself to prior commitments

"You heard my message to Emmrich." She crooked a finger, gesturing to Audric. "We'll be expected. It won't be difficult to return from here. Audric looked around. "I can... I'm allowed to come back with you?" "Of course. Myrna lifted her skirts and stepped over a chunk of stone from the fight. "Emmrich will be put out if we don't show up for tea."

emmrich is incredibly kind when dealing with spirits and undead, no matter their rank or standing in life

"They were back in Emmrich's den. Audric had been astonished to see familiar tomes in a neat stack on the necromaner's desk. "Those... are those...?" "Yours, yes. From your home." Emmrich shook his head. "Forgive the liberty, guardsman. After you and Myrna left for the Necropolis, I had to search for a reason you might have returned so unexpectedly." "I believe we found it," Mysrna said, from where she was overseeing Emmrich's manservant transfer the contents of a bubbling beaker into a bowl. Emmrich handed the top book to Audric. It was a gazetteer of Nevarra City, stamped with a crowned skull surrounded by flowers. Audric flipped it open and read the blocky inscription. To our Son with Love. May you be Blessed in your Studied with the Chantry. "All this effort... for me? I'm just a guardsman, sir." Am? Was? Audric pushed doubt aside and held the gazetteer to his chest. He existed, knew what he loved, and that he had been loved, and that seemed enough in the moment. "The great leveler has no favourites." Emmrich smiled. "Neither does the Mourn Watch."

i found this reaction to myrna and audric quite interesting, and i'm not completely sure what to make of it yet:

"You are faced with a choice," Myrna said, coming over. "You have confronted your killer, and recognised your driving passion. You may rest now, guardsman." "Or?" "Or you may work under the auspices of a Watcher," Myrna said. "Under a modicum of magical control. To avoid anomie, the bond must be given freely." "To you, madam?" "If it's satisfactory." The guardsman ducked his head, and because that felt inadequate, knelt on a knee and held out a hand. Myrna, smiling slightly, took it. Emmrich coughed, looking away. "Please, let the poor fellow up. What position were you thinking?" "I thought it was obvious." Audric felt a slow excitement as he heard Myrna say: "We have a great need for someone to take charge of the library."

overall, i really liked this short story.

i loved how audric wasn't aware that he is, in fact, dead and has died a while ago. i loved how both emmrich and myrna didn't correct his assumption, but led him to the realisation. i love all the little insights we got into emmrich as a character, but also nevarra's culture, necromancy and the mourn watch.

it's definitely one of the best in the book. 🖤

[educatedsimps]

Ahh I'm so in love with the idea of timeskip!Kenma as a dad 🥺 You've really made me even more in love with your blog 😘 Can I please request timeskip!Kenma x fem reader where he introduces our son to his followers on his stream? Baby Kodzuken ❤️ I'd love it if his followers were a gushing in the comments about how cute the baby is and how happy Kenma is when he talks about his baby boy and us (his wife)? I love Kenma and the thought of him as a dad is just the cutest to me. Thank you so much! Take care 🫶🏻

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kozume kenma x f!reader

a/n: OH MY GODSHKKAFYSYVUDNGUSYRGUKSYKS THIS IS LITERALLY THE CUTEST IDEA EVERRR OMG thanku for requesting my dear kenma anon ❤️ i'm so sorry this took WAY longer to publish than expected so THANK YOU for having the patience of an angel 😭 i really hope this was worth the wait so pls enjoy! lots of love and u take care too <33

cw: TIMESKIP SPOILERS, parenting au, domestic fluff, slice of life kinda thing, chat gg crazy bc kenma is an amazing dad. GREEN FLAG DAD KENMA

"Hey guys, welcome back. I've got a very special announcement to make today, so here we are," Kenma adjusted his camera, smiling slightly.

It was a regular Tuesday evening and you were taking the time to do some self-care, which left Kenma with his second favourite thing in the world - his son.

As a YouTuber, professional gamer, stock trader, streamer and CEO of his own company, Kenma's work schedule was extremely flexible, and both of you were grateful for that. Not only did he have various sources of income, but he could be home as much as he wanted. And being home meant being able to spend time with his precious son, Kozume Kaito.

Kaito was your six month old bundle of joy - literally. If you had told Kenma a decade ago that he'd be a dad one day, he would have never believed you. Until, that is, you had Kaito.

Even before Kaito's birth, Kenma had no idea how he was supposed to take care of and raise a whole child. He just knew that he wanted to be the best father you and Kaito could've ever asked for. And so, you saw how stressed he could got about even the tiniest of things.

"What size clothes do we buy for him? Will S or M be better? What if he's a huge baby? Let's just get one of each size... Wait, what about pacifiers? A-and bottle hoods? What shape will he prefer? Longer ones? Shorter ones? Softer or slightly tougher ones? Ugh forget it, we'll get one of each type too."

However, all his worries disappeared the moment he held little baby Kaito in his arms. Kenma had never really been a crier, but the second he laid eyes on your beautiful son, he couldn't help but let it all out in the hospital ward.

"Can you guys see me clearly?" Kenma asked. The excited responses of "YESSS" "what's the surprise??" "OMG YOU'RE SO PRETTY" "yes i can see your handsome face" confirmed that his camera was indeed working just fine. Amused, he chuckled lightly. "Great. I'll be right back."

As he left the frame, his viewers were left staring at the background screen in his office, a big logo of Bouncing Ball Corp. After a few seconds of silence, some shuffling could be heard as Kenma returned with a chubby ball of energy in his arms. The moment he stepped back into frame with his beloved son in hand, the chat exploded.

kodzukenner: NO WAY IS THAT YOUR BABY??? riceballzzz: CUTIEEEEEEEEE AHHHH nek0mab1tch: omg he has a kid ?? ADORABLE miyamiya07: hawajhjchdjvhhfjhfrsjkhfdhasjhjchjfhjvhkrh lookattheclouds: since when?! vballer1208: HE HAS A CHILD??????????????

Kenma proudly held up his son like he had won an Olympic trophy - he simply adored Kaito. Meanwhile, Kaito watched, enamoured, as comments flooded the chat. Among those comments were also questions about Kaito and even you.

He knew the news of his son would be a major surprise to his online community, especially since the two of you had very successfully hidden your pregnancy from the public. Neither of you wanted to deal with all the pressure from netizens, media and the public.

"'He has Y/n's smile'," Kenma read one comment aloud. Chuckling, he agreed, "He does, doesn't he? He's lucky to inherit the most beautiful smile on earth."

Another comment asked where you were, and when Kenma simply replied with "Doing her own stuff." some commenters gushed about how cute it was that Kenma was on "babysitting duties".

With a scrunch of his face, Kenma retorted, "It's not babysitting. He's literally my child. Y/n's just doing her own stuff, what's the big deal? Come on, y'all gotta delete those gender role stereotypes from your heads, that's so 1950s." He huffed.

"'What's his name?'" Kenma read. "Hm. Y/n and I have actually decided not to reveal his name, so we hope you'll respect our decision."

kodzukenner: omg i wonder what his name is he's so cute i'm sure his name is as cute as him! nek0mab1tch: what if they named him kodzuken bouncingballer: baby kodzuken HAHA miyamiya07: OMG BABY KODZUKEN ??

Kenma chuckled as he read the comments guessing his child's name.

"'Is he joining today's stream?'" Kenma read aloud. Turning to his son with a gentle smile on his face, he replied, "You bet. Aren'tcha, big guy?"

In response, Kaito burst into a fit of giggles, excitedly babbling and pointing at the big screen in front of him.

The comments once again exploded into cheers of happiness as Kenma sat down in his usual gaming position, but this time, with his beloved son in his lap.

a/n: i'm so sorry this is really short 😭😭 but i hope it's okay :,) tysm for requestingg! hope you liked it bae <3

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[evolutionsvoid]

A common joke that comes with freshwater lakes is that they are superior to the saltwater because they are "shark-free." While indeed many ponds and rivers can rest easy knowing they don't have razor-toothed flesh eating fish within them, that comfort cannot be given to all freshwater bodies. One must remember that every ecosystem has its predators, with issues only arising when they get too big or aggressive. Yes, the lakes don't have sharks, but they have other fish that some would consider even worse...

The native Americans knew quite well where log gars could be found. It was in waters where their canoes were chewed into splinters. This is because log gars possess a nasty set of serrated teeth and an incredible aggression towards wooden objects. Log gars are carnivorous fish, using their long toothy jaws to shred prey. While they will happily eat whatever they come across, it should be noted that their primary prey are beavers. This is where their saw-like teeth come into play, as these weapons help rip through beaver dens and dams so that they can get at the morsels behind the wooden walls. A lifestyle of devouring beavers has led to the species developing a link between food and wood, where chewing through wooden objects inevitably leads to meat. While this does lead to them attacking fallen branches, their beliefs were validated when man and his wooden boats came to their waters.

The natives of these regions learned this lesson, and so would others who came. Canoes of wood and birch bark were seen as targets, and the log gar's teeth sawed through them with ease. Torn open by these eager fish, the boats would sink and leave the floating men inside at the mercy of these gar. To no surprise, quite a few folk were devoured by the log gar. Even loggers who floated their products down the river fell to these nasty fish, who detected the presence of meat atop it all. Many attempts were made to be rid of these terrors, but the log gar is no easy foe. Their bodies are covered with hard scales coated in dentine, which can repel spear and hook. Attempts to stab them often fail, and their razor teeth mean hook and line is easily severed. Nets are torn to ribbons and any more extreme efforts would jeopardize the rest of the aquatic life within. Even if someone were to master a way to catch them, their populations are high enough that it would be impossible to deplete them by hand.

Even as nasty as they are, natives did occasionally succeed in catching these fish or finding dead ones. Those that they could harvest would have their scales used as arrowheads and shielding, while their jaws made fine makeshift saws. Log gar meat is seen as disgusting, due to its composition and their propensity to swallow a whole lot of sawdust during their feeding frenzies. Their hard scales also make them a pain to fillet, though they may help make your knife sharper!

Log gars proved to be a menace in many lakes, causing quite a few to be marked off limits for water sports and other recreational activities. When man started to switch from wood to fiberglass, the attacks on these vessels lessened. The few log gar that made the mistake of attacking these ships often perished after swallowing chunks of fiberglass, leading to a painful demise. While this does make water travel safer against these fish, it still isn't recommended in some areas due to the possibility of someone falling in. Even if your boat doesn't sink, an accidental tumble into the water can end in a bloody demise.

Though hated and feared by many, often considered pests and menaces, the log gar does get its rare times to shine. Their scales make for neat jewelry, and one renowned power tool company has one as their mascot. They are also highly valued as fishing trophies, due to the extreme difficulty to catch one and the fact that many older larger specimens remain around today. And who could forget the charming children's safety scissors made to look just like them?

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"Log Gar"

[pucksandpower]

Max and an Olympic ice skater gf like they’d be such a power couple

Max Verstappen x figure skater!Reader - Social Media AU

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yourusername five, i think. which is an improvement

maxverstappen1 lies

yourusername you’re right … it was more like ten

yourfan3 am i sensing inspiration for a new routine???

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verstappenfan5 he’s never looked happier than now. we should be happy that he’s happy

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charles_leclerc so happy for y/n. much deserved!

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[sirianasims]

The Don Diaries

Ah yes, the morning after the first time. I am not letting this absolute lunatic propose to Julie, but that doesn't quite stop him from acting unhinged.

Love of your life, Don? You're 18, maybe... maybe cool it a little?

I mean, sure, she's cute and all, but you don't have to marry the first person you sleep mess around with.

DON

I JUST SAID

Even good-natured Julie thinks that might be a bit soon. It's the first time Don has had a social interaction fail with Julie and their romance takes a small hit, but Don is undeterred and immediately asks her about children too.

Thankfully, Nicolo and Adriana join breakfast and save Don from himself and Julie from her somewhat clingy boyfriend.

In school, Don decides that everyone needs to know that he lost his virginity, apparently.

Don, a true gentleman doesn't woohoo and tell!

Poor Sidney is not impressed either.

I feel for Sidney, it's gotta be rough when the straight friend you have a crush on won't stop boasting about the shower handy he got from someone else.

Don also got himself a nifty trophy for making cheer captain. Honestly, as a teenager, he has pretty much peaked. Straight A's, cheer captain, shower handy. What else could he possibly aspire to?

Seeing as Don was being the perfect kid, I was actually wondering what to do for the next week or so until he ages up. Adriana has a talent for writing, so I decided to make her a food critic so she could get out of the house more.

At this point, however, the game was like "hold my juice" and threw this at me.

"Eventful" indeed.

Things were tense. Would his parents notice? Don threw himself into homework in an attempt to avoid suspicion.

So far, Adriana is oblivious and not at all questioning Don's sudden desire for multiple bagels.

Finally, daddy Nicolo is lured back into the kitchen by the smell of bagels, and...

Dad is not impressed.

Nicolo is really not happy about this. He grounds Don for a day, and then he just keeps yelling at him furiously.

I try to make Don beg forgiveness - even though he's still high af.

It sort of works, but then Don decides to yell at his dad. I decide to send him to bed before he utterly destroys his relationship with this dad - their friendship bar is down to half!

Adriana tries to calm Nicolo down - she's still oblivious to Don being high.

Nicolo enlightens her.

In typical Lothario fashion, they try to cheer themselves up the best way they know how, but Nicolo is seriously upset about this.

… Adriana is not taking it well either. 8 days?!

Let's hope Don straightens up after this!

[healingfairy000000001]

The day that changed the sea.

Roger pirates x Reader

Type: arranged marriage, running away, controlling parents/fiancé, female reader, body dismorfia, eating disorder.

I suck at writing "Romance" (more like writing assholes).

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"your highness it's time for your scheduled tea time with your fiance" a maid no older than 20 said bowing down, "yes tell him I will be down soon" the Nobel woman said having her other servants help out with her clothes and hair.

Downstairs in the luxuries living room was duke Fredrik wasser was talking to Count L/N about wedding arrangment, "We promise you she is very pretty and wouldn't throw a fit about anything" Mr.L/N said rubbing his hands together his wife jumping in "and is a great house madam managing budgets and staff since she was 12!" Mrs.L/N told the potentian suiter, "I see" fredrik was familiar with this and knew not to trust the parents opinion since they will gloss up their kid.

"I salut Duke Fredrik wasser" he heard the door opening and the.....voice of an angel? Her parents weren't lying about one thing at least, "and you must be my bride to be? Doll face?" Fredrick stepped closer examening her bow and eteqite before taking her hand and kissing the back of it.

"It's a wedding!" Seemingly satisfied with his bride the parents and new fianceè shoo Y/N out of the room to decide the wedding and the money, Y/N happy that this went according to plan decided to go out with her maid and have some fun on the port.

"Isn't this beutifull martha?" Asked Y/N while strooling close to the port, "indeed your highness, but if you don't mind me intruding-"the maid wanting to question her lady's choice in accepting the marrige with a man she met for less than a minute got inturupted, "look! Martha new commers! Let's go say hi!" With a childish joy Y/N grabbed her maids hand and lead her to the small ship where they found two men, the first wearing a straw hat and the other reaking of alchool, the maid understandebly was worried of their identity, "my lady this is a bad idea" warned the maid but the lady ignored the warning walking up close in her heavy dress, "h-Hello there! My name is Y/N L/N and this is my friend martha, you must be new here!"said the young lady, "that's true! My name is Roger and this is my first mate Raylight!" The man in the straw hat intruduced himself getting on the port to give her a hand shake, the woman confused looked at her maid, "Martha why is he giving me his hand?" She whispered, "My lady that's a hand shake give him your right hand" whispered the maid back.

With excitment the woman shook his hand before looming at martha for confirmation nodding slightly, Y/N turned back to Roger, "so you guys are a crew? Where is the main boat? Since this is small", "bahaha! You must be curious, huh?" Asked roger, "If you wish you can tell me over lunch! My treat" invited the young noble.

"......And then Raylight attacked it with his sword killing it instantly!" Roger retold the story while eating his meal, "That's amazing! Sir Raylight that's incralable of you!" Complimented Y/N eating a small bowl of salad with a cup of tea while her maid helped herself to a fatty meal; "is that all your going to eat?" Asked Raylight, "oh! Please don't mind me, I need to watch my weight for my up-coming weding"she said it as if it was normal but her maid looked a bit upset by her lady's hunger strike, "my it seems you two love each other, huh?" Pointed Raylight sarcasticly, "Love? It's meerly political like an ass like him could Lov-", "-Martha, no it's beneficial to every one in this town" seemingly forgetting that they had guests the woman in question continued "so becoming a trophy wife to that assholes is also benefiting the tow-", before she finishes that sentence Y/N stand up turning to her guests, "I apologize for this ungodly appearance, please consider your food and shelter paid for, Martha take them to ST.moubt hotel" and with that she leaves.

Guiding the two towards the hotel Martha began regretting her words, "do you think I went too far?" deciding to ask the new fellas she went ahead "you'you've seen her! She doesn't even know what a 'hand shake' is and she wants to throw her life away so is pesky peasant can have lesser taxes!", Raylight feeling like this is none of their business but Roger felt otherwise, "sorry, but here use this to pay for the hotel and food" giving them a silver bendit with a flying bird on it she waved goodbye and left.

"your awfully quite today captain" drinking and looking out the window Raylight turned to his third bottle, "I can't let that happen" said Roger sitting on his bed, "you can't just let your life be thrown away like that" gripping his hand tightly he looked at his first mate, "you plan on objecting in the alter or what?" knowing he won't back down he chimed in, "no, running away sounds better" with saying that Raylight looked puzzled but won't get an answer till the morning after.

In another part of town a maid is knocking on her lady's door with a cup of tea, "My lady can I come in?" asked the maid, "Martha you know your always welcomed" chuckling she went in finding her friend looking at her mother's music box, "Y/N are you okay?" sitting down and pouring the hot beverage she answered "of course why won't I be?" she answered while taking the cup and smelling it, "well you only take out mom's music box when your sad", "Nana would've known what to do in this situation" though shaking a bit she sipped her tea, "and probably scolded me for my public outburst" said the maid with a smirk, looking at each other and bursting out laughing the two shared a moment of tranquility, "my lady you ought to run away" getting the subject serious again, "Martha, no I can't leave you or anyone here or else..." again her voice shatered and seemingly flooding with past memories her friend spoke again "what happened to mom won't happen to me" trying to comfort her shaken friend she continued, "Don't you want to see the sea again?" And with that Y/N finally broke down into tears.

The next morning Y/N decided to take a walk outside to check up on her guests and think about what martha said, "Roger good morning! How was the stay?" Seeing him in front of the hotel she waved at him, "well that thing you gave us worked like a charm!"he said enthusiacly, silent fell on them again, "why did you become a pirate?" She asked avoiding eye contact with him, Roger though puzeled answered with one of his famous grins "I want to turn the world upside down!" He said with a hart filled laugh; Raylight came out to see what's going on, "Roger please let me join your crew! Let me go live in the sea with you!" She yelled finally letting out what she belives the riskiest and propably the dumbist thing she did but roger only looked at her brifly before laughing out loud, "Sure I don't see why not" Roger agreed but Raylight seemed hesitant, but he can't defy Roger when he get's like this, celebrating this news she couldn't wait to tell martha the news......only if her parent's don't find out.

Sitting in her office she was thinking about what to do for this adventure, 'with my jewlery and saved up money I can help out with supplies, plus I can manage the finances, but I need to tell martha first and say goodbuy to Nana's husband, plus pack some clothes' she was excited day dreaming about similar adventures to the ones she heard, until, SLAM! her father barged in "you ungratful whore! Who was that man!" Yelled her father as her mother closed the door, "Father wha-" she tried to understand what's happening, "Not another word, you think this is a game? Go and hang around that ugly man? How could you do this to your father! Look at your poor mother" he started berating her before pointing at her crying mother, usualy she would cave in but not this time, "so how could this father sell his daughter out because he can't close his wallet to anyone!" She snapped back at a price.

The sound of a loud thud and glass breaking was the last thing the pirate to be heard before losing concesnous.

Someone came in...who is it? "My lady! Your awake!" Screamed the maid hugging her close, but the lady had other things in mind, "the wedding it's tomorrow! What do we do!" Letting out the grim reality expecting her to react in some way, but she remaind calm, "Martha it's time to crash a wedding".

(Wow your still here DAMN you found this intresting enough to read till here, I am honored, here have a GIF as a gift)

Running to the churche where the wedding was being held felt Roger a rage he hadn't felt in a while, Raylight was preparing the small ship to leave while he had the task of getting the new member back.

'Where is he!' She thought standing in front of her soon to be husband, "I OBJECT!!" yelled Roger as he slamed the door open, loud gasps filled the room as well as more guards, "you came!" She said some tears at the corner of her eyes still holding the bouquet she ran towards him but was stoped by her fiancee. (A fight scene Roger beating the shit out of the guards and scaring the fiancee enough for him to let go of Y/N)

Running in a torn apart wedding dress being chased by her parents and guards was never a thing not even in her wildest dreams but here she is clutching the music box previously held in her bouquet towards the boat, "GET BACK HERE THIS INSTANCE!" Was among the many lines that drowned by the sound of laughter among Y/N and Roger, waving goodbuy to the chef and Martha she ched a few tears as before looking forward towards a brighter future.

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Anticipating a reaction all there is was two faces full of disappointment, "that's it?" Said shanks, "this is lame, I thought you'd do something cool!" Added buggy, "well I told you the music box and how I joind this crew were not exiting stories" she shook her shoulders before standing up from the cafe table and starting to walk away, "so who was the chef anyway?" Asked shanks, "Nana's husband, he would sneak me snacks through Martha sometimes"........ though this seemed like a ditante memory now her joyfull rant's and their teasing was something he didn't expect to miss yet here he is drinking it away..........~~~~

[guerrerajaguar]

Are you ever going to finish the CEO rengoku x reader story?

Hey there! I felt really happy that you asked for this <3 and the answer is absolutely yes! I hope you like it

CeoKyojuro x fem!reader (part 4)

Tags: @lalachanya, @aijlin @misslili265

CeoKyojuro x fem!reader part 1

CeoKyojuro x fem!reader part 2

CeoKyojuro x fem!reader part 3

One Step Ahead

Kyojuro Rengoku has never been so abashed in his life before, his mind keept playing tricks on him as he mentally tried to recreate the scene that had just happened.

“Good bye, Rengoku-san”

Why? 

Why was it so hard to get close to you? His hair was a complete mess by now as his hands desperately tried to look for an outlet to his growing exasperation. 

All of this and for nothing.

This was also the first time he could not get whatever he wanted. This feeling of failure was a completely strange to him. 

And all due to someone that up until a couple of weeks ago, was an absolute nobody.

This was certainly a growing obsession and for strangely as it could sound, he loved every single minute of it. The growing deception of you slipping through his fingers will only make his victory more delightful. Although, by that point, he wasn’t sure there could be any chance of triumph at all. 

Was there a way for him to slip into your heart?

He sighed deeply and soundly, right in the middle of his solitary CEO office. His jacket messily resting over his expensive brown oak imported desk, his tie loosen all the way up to his chest and his heart beating painfully. He was surprised by the fact of all the things he had to go through for realizing that he had fallen in love with you.

“I just hope that I didn't humiliate myself more than what I already have…”- He said, thinking out loud, not aware that there was someone listening to him.

“And why would you do that, brother?” - Almost laughing, replied Senjuro, the youngest member of the Rengoku dynasty. He was the entire opposite of his older brother. He was kind and respectful, everyone in the office enjoyed his presence, and even though he was still in college, it was not uncommon to see Senjuro working along with some multidisciplinary teams. He was really committed to help his older brother with the family company management, even if he did not agreed with some of Kyojuro’s ways.

“Ah Senjuro, what are you doing here at this time? Should you not be out with your friends on a Friday evening?”

“Mother sent me to look for you, as it seems you forgot our family gathering.”

“Was it today?” - He immediately checked his phone calendar and dropped himself deeper into his chair as he saw with disappointment that he had, indeed, completely forgotten about his family responsibilities. Pinching the bridge of his nose he continued:

“I am on my way now, I will apologize to our mother’s family…”

“What is with that expression, Kyo-ni? You look terrible!”- Senjuro said with a very affable expression, having a very good guess what the cause of it might be.

“To be honest with you Senjuro, I really don’t know anymore…”- He gave his brother a bitter side smile as he gently massaged his temples.

“Let me guess, this problem has a first and last name, pretty smile, beautiful hair, dazzling eyes and more important of all; she hates you.” - Said the younger blond while sitting over the elegant CEO desk.

“Senjuro, how could you possibly know that…?” - He was completely shocked to learn that at that point, he was so down bad that it was completely obvious.

“Well, I am not a kid anymore Kyo-ni! I can clearly tell when a man is suffering for love. But honestly, I thought you were a bit more charming. Because, I can assure you, that treating a girl so badly to make her quit is not the easiest way to get into her heart.” - He chuckled softly as he picked up one of the small crystal trophies that Kyojuro had given to himself, and that he so pridefully showed off.

“That is nothing like that, at all.” - He said while staring at the glass triangle statuette and he couldn’t help but to feel ashamed of the ridiculous idea of awarding himself.

“You see Kyo-ni, that is exactly the attitude that put you in THIS situation” - he returned the award back to its rightful place- “ You love to make things more complicated than what they should be, oh, and that horrendous pride of yours!” - Senjuro was smiling widely.

“By this time, it's pointless Senjuro, she really doesn’t want to know anything about me.” - His expression was serious but full of deception.

“That is because she doesn’t know the other side of you. We just need her to give you a chance to get to know you and I am sure that her perception of you, will change.” - Senjuro took out his phone and after he typed something on it, he showed Kyojuro his search results.

“Senjuro, I appreciate your help but I honestly don't think that this will make any difference”. - The CEO said as he took his younger brother’s phone.

“No offense Kyo-ni, but you need all the help you can get and as I see how you have failed so miserably, I will suggest that you take my advice.” - He smiled triumphantly as Kyojuro took a couple of minutes to weigh out his options.

“I guess it won’t hurt to try, and indeed, you are so grown up now that I never realized the time you stopped being a kid… ” - He chuckled loudly as he playfully hit one of Senjuro’s shoulders with his fist.

“This is owned by a friend of mine, so I will make sure that everything goes out perfectly, alright? I think this will be either a hit or a miss.”- Senjuro kept texting while Kyojuro and him walked out from the CEO’s office.”

“I really hope that Y/N likes it… “ - Kyojuro concluded as he reached the elevator as a secret bystander caught a significant amount of that conversation. 

Friday had finally arrived and you could not believe how suddenly you stopped desperately waiting for the weekend to arrive. You still had to go to work but you were finally enjoying it and living your best work life. The Uber driver left you at your friend’s front door. This was barely the second time he invited you over, so you contributed with a small peach cake and a your favorite chilled beer.

Your friend opened the door as soon as you knocked. A very manly and profound scent escaped through the entrance, it smelled just like his jacket, so deeply of him. This situation, unconsciously made you feel safe, so you stepped in as if that home was yours. He was wearing a very tight black shirt with washed-off denim jeans and his hair was entirely placed back in a low pony tail, exposing his face completely.

“Made it just in time and brought these goodies with me.” - You said with a soft smile, while Giyuu picked up your coat from his hands.

“I was wondering if you were going to come at all” - Giyuu said with a playful sarcastic tone.

“Ha! You wish! You promised me movies and popcorn and I wont leave until I get both.” - you said as you walked into Giyuu’s living room while he placed the cake and the beer inside the fridge. He was a very neat and organized man, and that of course, was not a surprise at all. His apartment had a minimalistic style, everything had a dedicated place, not a lot of decor, but colors were perfectly balanced to make the place look very sophisticated.

Everything seemed to be in its righteous place, except for the living room. And oh boy. Your blue eyed friend had definitely gone over the top with this improvised “home theater”. The space in front of you was filled with fluffy over-sized pillows on top of a cream-colored rug, every single blank space was filled with equally soft blankets, it was a dreamy invitation to throw yourself to sink into that overwhelming comfiness.

Without a second thought, you sunk yourself into that pillow fortress, fitting your body in the middle of all those blankets, just like a little girl. As you scanned the place, you noticed a gray cabinet that had some pictures on top of them. Your eyes observed them from left to right. 

The first, you assumed, was one of his family; you recognized his sister and two other people that looked just like Giyuu and Tsukako respectively. The second picture was him with his best friend Sabito, you have met his friend the first year you both became close at Giyuu’s improvised birthday party. He was a very vivacious guy, a bit too loud for your liking but a good person after all. And the third picture was you and him during the last company Christmas party. 

Something settled in your stomach when you looked at that picture, as usual, Giyuu had barely smiled at all, and if you remembered correctly, you almost had to forcefully drag him into the photo booth. Naturally, you made sure to pick the most ridiculous attire to make you both look even more ridiculous. You politely gave him a copy of that picture, being sure that if he did not threw it away, then it will never see the light of day ever again, to say the least.

But no, there it was, the picture was beautifully placed inside a golden frame, decorated with very delicate flowers. You could not recall where your copy was. Maybe you left it at your old desk? You probably would never know.

As if he had received a silent cue, Giyuu reappeared into the living room and beamed softly as he saw you already cuddled into the pillow nest that took him almost 3 hours to set up.

“It’s not that I don’t like it, but I believe we should get another picture together, don’t you think? A photo where I don’t make you feel miserable.” - You chuckled as Giyuu’s puzzled expression made you yank your face into the picture direction. Your friend’s face flushed instantaneously, he had totally forgotten about that picture, what was he thinking leaving it laying around just like that? 

He walked towards you, popcorn in hand, not really knowing what to say, so he tried his best to calm himself.

“I- I was not miserable. I had fun.” - He offered you the bowl without staring at you, you grabbed a fist-full and continued:

“I still think it’s a good idea to get another picture, I am afraid I left my copy at the office… Let’s take it the next time we go to the movies!” - you concluded before munching the little buttery softies.

Giyuu’s heart was racing wildly, he suddenly remembered the conversation he heard between Rengoku and his younger brother earlier that day. Because of that and various other reasons he had to make that day, THE DAY. He did and could not wait any longer. Will he summon enough courage to speak about it?

It was his turn to pick the movie, The Conjuring was within the repository of your favorite ones. You inadvertently drank a bit too much beer and end up finding the movie scarier than what you remembered. As nervous as Giyuu was, he mustered enough courage to speak softly to your ear:

“If you are scared, you can always look comfort in me, you know?”- he said it in such a velvety but inviting tone, that your body felt an electrical discharge that ran through your body, directly to your toes. You were sure that your heart was going to break loose from your chest any moment now. Your attention was directly driven into your blue-eyed friend. In which moment did you placed yourself under his shoulder, innocently resting on his chest?

He stared at you for a moment as well, his eyes slipped to your lips, you swore you could listen Giyuu’s wild heart beating as well. You both started to lean over, reducing the distance between the two of you, did Giyuu closed his eyes already? You quickly wondered what would Giyuu’s lips taste like, but instead of leaning over, you stood upso quickly that you stumbled and fell back into the pillow-free sofa.

“Oh wow! Look at the hour? Is that late already? I am so sorry Tomioka-sa… I meant, Giyuu, haha!”- You spoke broken words intertwined with nervous giggles, desperately looking for your shoes and phone. You were clearly impaired by the booze you drank.

Giyuu was still in shock, paralyzed with amazement trying to recollect what had just happened. That was not the way he wanted things to happen.

“Found them!” - you said with your phone in your hands while desperately requesting the first Uber driver you could get.

“Hold on Y/N, I-I…, please let me explain…”- he said as he watched you, hopelessly, getting ready to leave any moment now.

“Oh no, you are good! I was the one that took advantage of your hospitality, I better take my leave now. You probably have very important things to do tomorrow morning and I am here, keeping you busy very late at night!” - your head was a mess, but your heart was even more confused. You have never wished that someone responded to your Uber request as fast as in that moment.

“I-I, understand. I-I… at least let me take you home, I do not want you to take a cab by yourself with all the beer that you drank.”- he muttered sadly as we picked his keys and his jacket.

“Oh no, no need, there is an Uber driver already waiting for me outside!” - You lied, smiling at him, walking quickly through the door, but as your hand reached the door knob, you briskly returned, kissed your friend’s cheek and said to him:

“Can we talk about this another day?” - Giyuu Tomioka had never understood the out of body experiences until that moment. His hand automatically traveled to the cheek where your lips had rested an instant ago. You took that moment of shock from your friend to walk away quickly to meet your in-existent Uber driver. Maybe it was fate or the power of your thoughts, but a car was waiting right in front of you and after confirming the vehicle identity information you opened the door and rapidly entered.

“Good night, thank you for taking my request!” - you said without looking at your driver, as you were still staring through the rear mirror with the hope of catching a glimpse of Giyuu. Make up your mind already, you spoke to yourself.

“Y/N…?” - Your driver responded and as you identified that voice, you snapped your entire attention to the driver now.

“Akaza-senpai?!?”-

Ok so, I took forever to write this part but believe or not, I had this in my drafts for a long time now. So I still have not decided what is going to happen between Akaza and Y/N but I have 2 different possible outcomes with these too.

I felt really bad for Giyuu baby :c, but we all love a good dose of drama, don’t we? I wont promise to update soon because I don’t know if I would be able to but I will certainly try my best. Adulting takes most of my time since I became a functional adult lol.

I for sure will be updating my devoted husbands next, I JUST LOVE this self insert story hahaha.

If you have read the other CEO Kyojuro parts I thank you from the bottom of my heart, if you are a fellow fiction writer you might know how some days we can feel like our writing is not good enough and that’s ok! I do this for fun and will try to be a bit less harsh on myself.

If you are reading this story for the first time, I wanna welcome you to my writing blog and want to thank you deeply for taking the time to read my lil story, I hope that you like it and you have the chance to read my other writings. Until next time- Disturbia. 

[moonspirit]

Hi Moon, I hope you are well! I wanted to drop in and say OH MY GOD THE NEW CHAPTER?!?!?!?!?!!?!!?

First of all, remember you made a poll/question asking what readers want to see more of and I said REINER POV and YOU MADE IT HAPPEN. It was heartbreaking but also SO SO GOOD AND AAAAA I can't believe how well you wrote him and his thoughts. Also fuck Karina man, I hope she falls in the lake and freezes over 🌚 maybe she can take Mrs Leonhart with her too👀

Then, CONNIE??? HE'S THE STAR HERE OMG I fucking love the way he's so serious about this ginger bread project. But also, how did Connie of all people become the serious, responsible and grounded one of the group🫢

Then, JEANPIKU AAAAAAAAAA I can't believe they're acting so flustered and they didn't even kiss yet like HELLOOO how will you guys react after that??? Terrible at hiding emotions fr!

I also want to take a moment to appreciate LEVI IN THIS CHAPTER BECAUSE THIS MAN HAS MISSING FINGERS AND IS STILL DOING HIS VERY BEST. Him sulking?? Him agreeing with Connie on the Annie crystalizing moment (which btw made me snort), him going along with this "plan" to help Armin and Jean?? Yes!!!

Below I added my favorite passages from this chapter. What a delightful read! I can't wait to do some drawing in the future of my favorite moments! Absolutely want to capture some of these!

Hellllooo stella!! T_____T Thank you so much for reading, I'm so happy to know you enjoyed the chapter aaaaaaaaa T^T

Yeeesss the poll-not-poll thingy xD This chapter has been in the works for months now, so it wasn't a sudden thing! But you actually guessed right under that post and it was a struggle to not tell you "Bingo!" XD

I'm very glad to know you liked the Reiner POV tho T_T I admit it was quite difficult to actually put into words; severe depression, especially the physical manifestation of it, is tricky to actually explain seriously without it sounding silly. Imo a lot of the ways depression shows up in daily life are very quiet and "tiny" - for example, Reiner's struggle to get out of bed and the sudden confusion that envelopes him as he stands in the middle of his room and doesn't know what to do next.

Also fuck Karina man, I hope she falls in the lake and freezes over 🌚 maybe she can take Mrs Leonhart with her too👀

I laughed SO hard xD Glad to know you all hate her! Horrible reptile indeed.

On a serious note, I think... the warrior parents (with the exception of Pieck's father who seems, for the lack of more information, quite nice actually) might've actually had their eyes opened to the cruelty they dealt their children, but such realizations imo aren't total 180s. Both Mr. Leonhart and Karina are different now, yes, they no doubt value Annie and Reiner as actual people more than just as tools, but... it's highly likely they both also continue to hurt their children, probably unwittingly. Parents who view their children as trophies do not easily come down to a level where they are content with just the happiness of said children. I won't get into Mr. Leonhardt right now (to be discussed at a later point), but while Karina might really love Reiner, his status as Hero and Ambassador is still valuable to her. He is still a trophy son, someone she can show off to others. I don't say Karina does this intentionally, but it is incredibly harmful behaviour, especially to a vulnerable son like Reiner.

Okay wait I rambled, sorry xD

CONNIE BTW, IS THE ONLY ONE WITH THE SINGLE VALUABLE BRAINCELL AT THE MOMENT (among the six). I hc he'd really love community projects - hence gingerbread town, it's kinda funny he'd be the only one so fired up about it xD That said poor guy has his work cut out for him now, so RIP Connie Boy.

I also want to take a moment to appreciate LEVI IN THIS CHAPTER

T_____T Father of several adoptive children humouring his idiot son's excitement over gingerbread-town - ISN'T IT A NICE PICTURE TO HAVE?!! Aaaahhhh I really loved writing him doing such a silly activity, it was very heartwarming. But where Levi is, there are also sarcastic one-liners and maybe I enjoyed those a little too much xD So glad to know you enjoyed them too, Stella, thank you T_T!

These passages... yeah xD Things have been too sad lately, it was time for the sillies! I'm incredibly glad this chapter made you laugh.

Thank you so much for the lovely words, you're too kind T^Tb

[stay-forever-sunday]

Drop of Starlight

Summary: Feyre is obsessing over seating charts, Rhysand comes for the rescue.

Rating: G

Word count: 960

AO3

Feysand Week 2023 Day One: ✨Night Triumphant and Stars Eternal ✨

@officialfeysandweek2023

Seven days. That was how long she had until her precious little boy turned one year old. Seven days. And she had a feeling that her sanity would be completely drained by the time next Sunday rolled around.

Feyre hated planning parties. It was one of the things that kept nagging at her when becoming The Spring High Lord’s wife was still very much a possibility. Back then, she had an immortal future of pretty dresses, polite smiles, and fake conversations and had hated the prospect of being that trophy wife with every fiber of her being.

But she had come a long way from the fragile-minded and weak, underweight creature she had been then. This celebration was special – and she had probably set herself up for failure, but she was adamant about planning every single detail of Nyx’s first birthday party. 

They would have it at the House of Wind, as close to the night sky as they possibly could. Velaris itself would also be celebrating down below, for that little boy was hope impersonated, and there was yet to exist a faerie in the city that didn’t love and dote on Nyx. A few of them had been personally asked to attend the festivities, the invitations made of starlight.

With the help of Elain and the twins, she had mapped out all the foods and drinks that would be available as snacks for the party itself, but also for the formal sit-down dinner that was not only for their family but also for a few of the other high lords as well. Tamlin was, by default, not invited; she refrained from wondering if he would have said yes if had indeed mailed that particular letter. 

The cake and decorations would be of the night sky and stars. It might be bordering on cliche, but Nyx was the first baby to be born to a Night Court High Lord in centuries and Feyre hoped to be forgiven for the commonplace thought, but that baby was their tiny star. 

“You need to relax for a little bit, darling”. Rhysand’s voice reached her like a soft caress, her tiredness showing as she rubbed the sting from her eyes. 

He was fully behind her a second later, her back suddenly flush with his chest. Feyre sighed and let herself sink into the comfort and darkness of her love. 

“I know, but I still need to figure out the seating chart for the dinner. I don’t want to risk Beron actually coming and the only place he has to sit is beside Lucien. Or Helion.” Her mumble sounded too much like a whine to her own ears. “Why did we even send an invitation to the Autumn Court? It is bad decorum to retract it, isn’t it?”

The nameplates she was writing down had the sketch of a sitting chart beside them, crossed over many times as she played with who would sit next to whom. Sure they had some semblance of peace, for now; and Spring had been the only court not to get an invitation at all. Feyre had decided she liked Lucien’s mother and if this was an opportunity for her to see her son –and maybe Helion– then so be it. 

“I hope you know you don’t have to babysit our guests”. He murmured, picking up her hand and tugging her from the stool she sat at. 

She instantly wrapped her arms around him and hid her face in his neck. “Then who is going to babysit them?” 

Rhys chuckled at her grumble and held her close, his warm hand soothing her by traveling the expanse of her back, up and down and back again. 

“Let the others take care of anyone who might misbehave. It’s our son’s first birthday. The only person we should worry about is him and pray to the Cauldron that Mor doesn’t sneak him chocolate all day long.”

“Great. Now I’ll have to add that to my list of worries.” She laid her forehead on his shoulder and pinched his side, a comeback for mocking her. And damn him for adding to her ever-growing anxiety.

“Try not to worry about it, darling. Here, let me help you with this chart.” Rhysand let go of Feyre and peered over her work. He took three of the blank, black nameplates and the silver pen she used to write their guests’ names with. “These are the only nameplates we’re bothering with.” He spoke with a finality that made her shiver the slightest bit. She loved it when her mate made decisions and took care of her worries, in a way that was entirely welcome. 

The nameplates read Drop of Starlight and Stars Eternal. Lifting them up, he looked at her with a face-splitting grin. Feyre matched his smile with a bright one of her own. Incorrigible. But she’d be damned if she didn’t adore his playfulness. 

“You seem to be forgetting another very, very important guest.” She took the pen from his hand and leaned down to write on the remaining plate. With a flourish, she added two stars beside the name, one of them very, very small. 

Night Triumphant. 

Rhys smiled, pulling her back into his arms, cuddling her impossibly closer, and chanced a look at their baby, silently playing on the floor, surrounded by Illyrian dolls. He held one tightly in his chubby little fist, the other hand yanking at the doll’s wings. He was obsessed with anything that had wings. 

“I can’t believe he is turning one. I can’t believe we survived this.” He chuckled; Nyx had progressed to holding one doll in each hand and was munching on their heads, one at a time. 

“Are you kidding? I can’t believe he survived us.”

[true-blue-sonic]

Aaaaand 🎯 + Lilac and Espio & Silver

Take your own time, of course 😉

Written as procrastination on my thesis presentation (the best kind of writing) :> 😂

🎯 for a story about a big (or small!) achievement

“Lilac!!” Silver cheers. “I knew you could do it!”

Proudly Lilac clutches the little golden trophy against her chest. The Chao races had gone in her favour today: no cliff had been too tough to climb, no lake too big to swim through and the sky had been the limit. Even the karate competition had gone well, her opponent tackled with the fiercest Chao battle cry she could muster and the resulting scuffle ending in her victory. Sure, at that part Espio had looked a bit embarrassed, but Silver had been cheering her on just as loudly as he is now: swooping her up in his arms the hedgehog nuzzles her delightedly, a smile beaming on his face. “Espio, look at our little winner!”

“Indeed. You did very well out there,” Espio praises her also, Lilac cooing at him with a heart above her head. Because they’d been training her so well! Proudly the Chao holds up her trophy for the chameleon to see, an impressed nod following. “What a marvellous reward. You deserve it for how hard you worked.”

“We gotta put it somewhere nice. Where everyone can see it! And Lilac’s gotta get lots of fruits and candy because she did amazing,” Silver decrees, Lilac peeking up eagerly at that. Sounds good! Even if Espio chuckles, a lithe finger booping Silver right on his nose.

“We can’t give her a sugar rush, tenshi.”

“Chao,” Lilac pouts at him, though the chameleon boops her little face next.

“My tiny, it’s not nice to have a sugar crash. Especially not on a day like today.”

She knows Espio is right, but Lilac still pulls the cutest angy face she can manage. At least one fruit and some candy, then! She can’t eat this trophy, her little nubs bapping at it to show just that. “Okay, okay, we’ll get you something tasty when we get home,” Espio caves as expected, Lilac promptly reshaping her orb into a heart. Yes!!

“She deserves it,” Silver backs her up. “I’m sure she broke some records here and there. Definitely ones she set in previous competitions.”

“Well, you’ve been working very hard to help Lilac with her flying. She was faster than Sonic out there,” Espio smiles at Silver, who laughs back warmly.

“You’ve been helping her with fighting, though!”

“…Yes, indeed. Though I think that going right for the opponent’s throat is something she got from you…”

Innocently Lilac chirps, far too tiny and cute for her papa to scold her on that matter. “Eh, surely not,” Silver shrugs with mischief in his eyes. “Anyway, we gotta go celebrate! And tell everyone!”

“That we must,” Espio agrees, Lilac lovingly petted over her head and the Chao nuzzling into the touch delightedly. Though, she would be lying if she said she wasn’t tired… “Or maybe get some rest first,” the chameleon adds as a yawn slips past her lips, though Lilac still murrs in protest at that statement as her orb forms into an irked spiral. She wants to have fun!!

“Lilac, we can party later after you napped. Otherwise you’re just going to sleep through it,” Silver does his best to be responsible this time, tucking her plus trophy away into his mane. “You can rest while we go home and Espio and I can set things up in the meantime, okay?”

Rubbing at one eye Lilac sighs, orb going back to normal again. Not what she wants, but what can she do… She can’t tell Silver and Espio, and even if she could, no doubt the duo would be far too worried over her to listen. Oh well, it means she’s loved, the Chao knows very well. Because Espio and Silver adore her, and it shows in everything they do and say. “Shouldn’t we hold the party tomorrow?” she can hear Espio whisper, Silver’s answer far more obvious.

“Lilac won’t want that.”

“So stubborn…”

“She got that from you.”

“What?!” the chameleon shoots back quietly, fond affrontedness clear in his voice. “Tenshi, if there is anyone-!”

“It’d be you,” Silver interrupts, before laughing and darting away, and Lilac sleepily coos into his chest fluff as he and Espio banter while making their way home. She’s very much loved, and not just because she won a big Chao competition, but because she’s got the best and sweetest Chao guardians in the whole wide world looking after her.

And thus she’ll be the best and sweetest Chao for them in turn, and they’ll all be very happy together forever, she is certain.

[r1ddl3-m3-th1s]

🐀 yes i am indeed the other person who asked for the trophy. thank you. i deserve that trophy because im so awesome.

reminds me, my riddler package that i spent 94€ for because it was from the other side of the world and it was 30€ and 64€ shipping just arrived today and im very excited. its just keychains and stickers but theyre very flipping awesome. on my shrine and wall they go!!!

and what do you mean why mcr out of all bands? ill let you know. MCR IS THE BEST BAND EVER.

im literally mikey way from mcr TRUST.

There’s your trophy.

Second ohh how fun for your package coming in sounds like it’s full of me! Also yeah shipping tax is a bitch. I bought something that was like 17 bucks and then it became 57. At this point I need Batman or someone to invent a teleprompter so I can hop about and get my stuff without shipping cost.

[atlas-library]

☾ hanaverse ☽ an introduction : lunaire.

fandom: jujutsu kaisen characters: panda (human!panda, amab!panda), okkotsu yūta (amab!yūta), inumaki toge (amab!toge), zen'in maki (afab!maki), itadori yūji (amab!yūji, blasian!yūji), kugisaki nobara (afab!nobara), fushiguro megumi (afab!megumi, wasian!megumi) universe: alternative universe (idol!au, hanaverse!au)

name: lunaire (meaning: lunar, moony, outlandish) fandom name: stellaire (meaning: stellar) lightstick: moony-side up

debut date: september 2023 company: aurora music concepts: badass, cute aesthetics: cyberpunk, y2k, magical girl

LUNAIRE is a J-Pop co-ed group created by Aurora Music. They debuted in September 2023 with a dual concept, mainly inspired by Sucker Punch and Sailor Moon. LUNAIRE has seven members: Maki, PANDA, Yuuta, Toge, Yuuji, Nobara and Megumi.

(Moodboard can be found below the cut, as well as some facts.)

The group comes from a small company, and has Nanami Kento as their manager, as well as the (in)famous Gojō Satoru as their producer. While Nanami is mostly unknown, Gojō is a former idol of one of the biggest 2nd generation graduation groups, as well as a member of the co-ed trio Triple S and the male duo GG (now both disbanded).

'We wanted a group with freshness, with individuals who could show their youth as well as their rebellious side,' the producer told Shin Magazine in an interview. 'We wanted a group that makes people stare and think "Oh, they're odd people alright".'

musical inspirations: xg, stayc, weki meki

LUNAIRE is indeed an odd group, part of the 5th generation of J-Pop (author's note: in this universe, not actual J-Pop), hopping on the trend of co-ed groups and (dreams of) international success. Four out of seven members are foreigners and/or mixed, and all members have good to fluent levels in English.

With powerful vocals and raps, they also have a heavy-focus on fun choreographies, perfect for concerts (and TikToks). Perhaps LUNAIRE's oddest quality is their leaders (plural, yes!).

Maki is the official leader of the group, but also the leader of MOON-D, the dance sub-unit. She's an ex-ballerina, and has been adapting to a more hip-hop style quite fast.

Toge is the leader of MOON-V, the vocal sub-unit. He's an ex-opera singer, and is seen as a prodigy since he started working as young as 16.

Yuuji is the leader of MOON-R, the rap sub-unit. He's an underground rapper, who's taken part in many battles and regularly ranked in the top 3, even bringing some trophies home.

Gojō explained why those three were chosen as the leaders for the sub-units:

'No leader is seen as "the best in their category". Maki and Yuuji are both dancers, but they also come from different dance backgrounds; same goes for Yuuta and Toge— And their tones, as well as Megumi's, are too different for us to fully judge. […] The leaders were chosen based on past experience. All of them —Maki, Toge, Yuuji— have been put in professional situations before, and know how ruthless it can be out there. Because of that experience, we see them as more able than the other members, who truly are rookies, to guide and help them. Maki and Toge, especially, know the scene more than anyone else in the group. Maki started ballet when she was 3, and only decided to become an idol last year, when she was 21. As for Toge, he's been shown the ropes as young as 14; he has many years of experience with the scene, as well as the media.'

Although LUNAIRE having three leaders is already odd enough, that's not all: the members aren't ranked in different categories and with various sub-labels, like the 1st and 4th generation had done (the most notable examples would be now-disbanded WABI-SABI, as well as the famous groups Hanafubuki and BUREIKOU).

Instead, LUNAIRE decides to take inspiration from 2nd generation groups, and only have the basic "rapper", "vocalist", "dancer" labels as their positions. Their team has divided said labels in three "Moons" (to fit with their concept, very reminiscent of sci-fi movies and Sailor Moon).

Moon-D, the dance sub-unit, is made of Maki (leader), PANDA, Toge, Yuuji and Megumi.

Moon-V, the vocal sub-unit, is made of Toge (leader), Yuuta, Maki and Megumi.

Moon-R, the rap sub-unit, is made of Yuuji (leader), PANDA and Nobara.

The usual positions known by K-Pop and J-Pop consumers, "centre", "face of the group" and "visual", were also given to some members.

Maki is not only her sub-unit's leader, but also the group's. She is also seen as a visual.

PANDA, who isn't a real panda but a human hidden in a panda suit, is surprisingly a visual despite never showing his face. Intriguing.

Yuuta is a visual as well, and was given the role of the "face of the group" when the group debuted. After a year and a half, this role will be given to…

… Toge instead, who was chosen for "fitting the dual concept (badass/cute) more". With his doll-like features, he's also been considered an unofficial visual.

Megumi, the youngest member, was given the role of centre. While this role changes depending on the comeback, Megumi is often at the centre of pictures with Maki and Yuuta/Toge, as well as the centre in most choreographies.

When Gojō got asked if the group had a storyline, he laughed and answered:

'Yes, obviously. The storyline isn't something to take too seriously, but it does exist; the group is basically filled with magical girls— Or badass video-game characters. The dual concept is the entire storyline, really: you have a group of young adults who try to make everything bubbly by fighting monsters with cool weapons. Their names are acronyms for all the different powers and abilities they have, and they're able to materialise themselves in a virtual world to make real life better— A bit like Code Lyoko, now that I think about it. It's not a deep storyline, just a fun one that we really liked. PANDA likes drawing a lot, and he showed us panels of different plots he thought of; we just really, really liked them, so we thought about it some more. The point isn't for fans to remember a bunch of terms we made up, or for the lyrics to represent chapters in a bigger story— We just wanted a cute concept, and a badass one— And we had seven young, talented people with a lot of duality. They're sassy, they're quirky, they're bubbly and they're rebellious— We gave them the perfect concept, one that suited them, and honestly, we're just having fun with it!'

In short, stan LUNAIRE.

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[kiwiplaetzchen]

The fluffy white niffler was nodding itself to sleep. It had stayed up all night to pull off its heist in one of the castle's tall towers. But then, the rustling pulled it out of its stupor, and it peered blearily at the other niffler. The white one gave a shy chirp. Even if his head floof wasn’t spiky today, it was still very much artfully mussed - perhaps the teal one had just woken up? 

Up close, the white niffler could really admire the teal one’s assets – his eyes, although sleepy, still held the depths of chaos. The mark of a good niffler. The white one had also noticed how those eyes were often unblinking, staring down challengers with unbridled ferocity. Like the way he held strong against that tall, blonde student with too many muscles. Which was what gave the fluffy white niffler the idea to present a trophy from said student. It timidly turned its head to the side and held out the belt buckle, hoping this present would please the handsome one. 

Nosy tilted his head, his eyes darting back and forth between the white Niffler and the shiny offering presented to him. The teal King waddled a bit closer and sniffed the fellow Niffler curiously.

A belt buckle, huh? Nosy honked again. He reached out with his tiny paws, plucking the buckle from the white Niffler's grasp. Examining the treasure, Nosy eyed it closely, then gave it a good sniff.

Ah, that familiar, cheap, unworthy, pathetic, and unmistakable scent. A smug smile crept onto his face as he recognised it. Oh yes, this was stolen from the blond twerp, alright. With a triumphant huff and a grunt, Nosy shoved the polished object into his pouch, this might be useful for another opportunity.

He couldn't help but give the white Niffler a few affectionate pets on the head, acknowledging its effort with a nod of approval. The fluffy one had done a magnificent job. This morning was off to a good start, very good indeed.

But hunger gnawed at Nosy, making his belly growl like a Chimaera. That's right! He was still on a mission to find something to eat! With one last nod to the white Niffler, he waddled away in search of breakfast, his mind already plotting.

[angst-is-love-angst-is-life]

TROPHY TROPHY TROPHY CH 2 pls :) - Flash anon

YES YES YES THANK YOU FLASH ANON!!! And tagging @practically-an-x-man @fezwearingjellybananas and @shrinkthisviolet who asked for this as well!

Dear gods this got so long; putting it under a cut.

Not again. When the blue lightning reappeared; Zoom had Joe in a headlock not even ten feet from him. Not again. “Zoom— Jay—“ 

You probably noticed the repeating 'not again' s before Joe died; this is of course because Zoom killed Barry's dad a week ago and he's about to lose his other father figure :) . So 'not again' was just some narrative haunting and a way to reference that without making it too on-the-nose. I think it worked well. Barry also calls Zoom 'Jay' as he did with Henry's death in an attempt to appeal to his humanity (but that may just be a headcanon of mine).

“No, I don’t have to.” Barry looked to Zoom with a speck of hope. “When we first met as Zoom and The Flash; you asked me what I wanted from you.” Apprehension built with each word. “I told you: everything.” Fear gripped his heart as that hope crumbled to dust. 

Yes indeed, I repurposed the 'everything' line from Enter Zoom for my own evil deeds. It's obvious at this point but right now Barry is desperate. He's too injured too even move, let alone save Joe; so when Zoom says that first line, he's hoping against all odds and reason that Zoom may choose to spare Joe. But of course.

“Then kill me !” His voice blended to desperation around the final word.

I took a lot of inspiration from Henry's death scene for how Barry would act with Joe's. And of course he's going to beg for Zoom to kill him instead because 1. he's always going to sacrifice himself for others (as we see in chapter 1 when he really does try) and 2. he cannot lose anyone else; especially right now and oh boy...

“Barr, Barr look at me.” In that moment, he did as Joe asked, tears in both of their eyes as they locked gazes. “It’s gonna be ok, son. You’re going to be ok.” Barry shook his head. “Tell Iris—” Joe stared past him, towards the team. “—And Wally, tell them I love them, and that they can get through this. All of you will.” His voice trembled but Joe was resolute. 

This hurt me. I knew there was a few things to accomplish with Joe's last words and I think I hit all of them. First off, his priority was to comfort Barry as best he could, tell him he'll get through this but there's another layer to that. This entire fic came from a line in the season 2 finale that Zoom says to Joe while they're in Zoom's lair: "You know what's gonna be great, Detective? After I beat Barry in the race and prove that I'm the fastest man alive on any Earth, he's gonna rot in a cage just like the one Jay's in now." Since Joe knows what's going to happen to Barry (and I hc that Zoom told him a bit more in this universe) ; he's not just reassuring Barry that he'll get through him dying, but that he'll get through whatever happens next. And in turn; Joe is also telling himself that Barry can get out of Zoom's plan for him; that he'll be ok. And of course; he doesn't think Zoom's going to kill anyone else....

Barry didn’t respond, couldn’t respond— instead speaking again to Zoom. “Please don’t do this. Jay, please, please—” An attempt to get to his feet sent him crashing into the concrete and his eyes closed for a millisecond in pain before darting back up. “I’ll do whatever you want, just let him go.” 

One last desperate attempt; Barry tries to sell his soul to save Joe. He really doesn't care what happens to himself in this situation and I think this was a good way to emphasize that. Also; wouldn't that be an interesting AU if Zoom took him up on that offer?

The world stopped. Barry’s scream was the only sound in existence as Joe fell, almost in slow motion. He reached out, straining himself to get to him. “Joe!” Joe seized on the ground and Barry’s shouts increased. A few plea filled seconds; then Joe’s chest rose, fell, and his body stilled. “No, no, Joe!” Cold air entered Barry’s lungs. “Get up—” A crack in his voice. “Joe!” but Joe lay unmoving, glazed eyes toward the night sky. “No, no, not again—” not again, not again— 

After rewatching Henry's death, I discovered he didn't die right away and had an almost-seizure on the ground for a few seconds first. Since Joe died the same way (Zoom's an asshole for that and it was very intentional); that carried over nicely. Oh man, poor Barry; a few of these lines are taken directly from Henry's death and I think they worked well. Also-- did you notice the callback to the first scene of chapter 1? " Cold air entered Barry’s lungs. " I will abuse temperature symbolism till the day I die and you will see it again.

“I don’t think you realized, Barry—” That voice cut through his pain and he tore his eyes away from Joe, to Zoom, who was grinning over his fallen form. “Just how much you have to lose.”

Some of my favorite Zoom characterization from this, actually. Zoom is having a great time, everyone Barry loves is right here; metaphorically lined up for slaughter. Barry has so much and To Zoom (in this AU at least), it just gives him more to take. I've thought about this a lot actually; Zoom doesn't care about anyone. Caitlin briefly, but as we've seen in this and canon; not enough. He doesn't have anyone in his life because he just sees that kind of attachment as a weakness. (I could probably poke around and figure out where this connects to his childhood trauma but I'd need more braincells for that. Either way; that's just my interpretation.) So he sees Barry with all of these people he cares about so much-- and is just amused because Barry doesn't see it.

Iris struggled in Zoom’s hold, crying and trying to reach her father. “Dad! Dad no! Barry—” She finally whirled to him and he couldn’t find words.

So; the order of deaths. Tbh, this was the order in draft 1 and I didn't really want to change it BUT there is another reason. Joe was killed first because he's the one Zoom initially threatened so it seemed fitting; plus I didn't want to make him watch Iris die. I'm not a monster. Iris on the other hand... well, in the first draft she ran after Joe when Zoom took him so she was already nearby (changed this for a couple reasons). But in this draft the reason more boils down to killing the people closest to Barry. Start with his Henry; his last biological family member, then the people he grew up with, then his friends. And this also worked well with my method for this chapter. The intent was to give both Barry and the readers less and less time to process after each death; so Iris with the second most time seemed fitting.

“Iris— I’m sorry, I’m sorry—” Barry made eye contact with Zoom, desperate. “Please don’t hurt her, Jay please—” His eyes darted between Zoom, Iris, and Joe rapidly; tears still falling. “I’m begging you, please. Please, don’t do this.” Iris struggled more but Zoom’s hold on her was stronger. “Kill me instead!” Forcing her to face him, Zoom placed his hands on either side of Iris’ head as Barry shook his own. “Jay! Don’t! Please!” He made the mistake of meeting Iris’ terrified gaze. “Iris—” He couldn’t lose her. He couldn’t. 

For Iris' death; I rewatched her death in 3x22 a bunch of times and took inspiration from that. A lot of the Barry dialogue was quite similar to when Joe/Henry died; something I noticed is that those canon scenes actually did have some overlap. And oh man, poor Barry.

My thought with how Iris acted in this scene is that she's kind of in that grief shock; similar to when she didn't want to leave Eddie even when the singularity is getting rapidly stronger right next to them. By the time she processes the danger; it's too late.

“Iris?” She stilled immediately at Zoom’s feet, landing with the back of her head facing Barry. “Iris, Iris please look at me, please?” She’s not dead, she can’t be— “Iris!” But she didn’t move. Pressure built in his heaving chest, suffocating him. “Iris!” Tears fell with new meaning.  Zoom, hand dripping blood, crouched into his blurred vision and Barry’s shaking fists clenched as he pushed himself up. The smirking face of their killer replaced grief with pure, unfiltered fury. 

I knew Barry's reaction to be different enough from Joe's death and I think this worked really well (I tear up everytime). Really wanted to bring in that 'losing your childhood and current best friend AND someone you love' feeling all at once. He's really in that denial stage until he sees Zoom.

Cisco was on the ground and Caitlin kneeled beside him— Cisco was seizing. In his mix of emotions, he almost missed Harry being grabbed and deposited next to Iris and Joe. Barry whirled toward Harry but a scream— Caitlin’s— brought him back around. From a distance, he could make out Caitlin reaching for her left ankle, Zoom standing on it and saying something he couldn’t hear. No— no, this wasn’t happening—

SO. The question no one asked nor needed to know the answer to-- who screamed at the end of chapter 1? Cisco! Let's just say the multiverse being destroyed doesn't feel very great when you have dimensional powers... This part is also when it truly hits Barry that he's going to lose everyone. Zoom moves Harry to where he killed Iris and Joe, and injures Caitlin so she can't get away. And that's where this line comes in

“Jay, come on, please—” Something inside him already knew, knew that he couldn’t save any of his friends— I have to try.

My favorite Flash line; arguably a core of Barry himself; "I have to try". Knew I wanted to use that at some point and I hope this hit right.

And trailing back a second-- for Harry's last words; Jesse is his priority. He wanted to tell Barry that he's gratefully for everything he's done for her, and if Barry lives long enough to see her again; to tell her he loves her. This in part comes from Escape from Earth-2 when Harry tried to sacrifice himself to keep Zoom off Earth-1.

“Let go of me—” Caitlin struggled despite her injury, but to no avail. “Jay please—” 

For Caitlin, I thought it would make sense for her to plead with Zoom, like she has in the show before.

Barry pleaded at the same time. “Jay, stop! Just stop! You’ve done enough!” Hoarse but powerful anger found his voice. Barry looked from Caitlin, to the others, and back to Zoom. “Please, please, please stop—” Zoom fixed him with a wordless stare, his arms moved and Barry already knew what came next. “Caitlin—” The snap echoed in the air for a third time. She fell, to join the others.

This is still Barry, so of course he's still going to plead but in the moments before her death; he's truly lost hope. But again-- he has to try. He can't even find the words to say to her so like Iris; he just says her name before the end.

And gods, the idea to have the bodies just pile up in the same place; probably my most painful of all.

Barry turned, just in time to see the last remnants of a breach vanish— Cisco gone along with it. He’s ok. Even as Zoom zipped to the spot and stared at where his friend had just been, that one thought fueled him. Cisco’s ok.

Ah. So originally; I was just going to kill everyone. But then I thought this would be more fun. Fun fact: I did consider having both Cisco and Iris survive because frankly; they're my favorites. But once I planned more I realized there was only one way for this to go. Plus, Cisco surviving was a matter of chance, in a way. It wasn't "who do I want to live" but "who the fuck could escape" and Cisco happened to have the powers to do so. You'll see how this ends up going...

All his injuries came back into awareness at once, grief charging each one. Caitlin— The back of her head faced him. Her limbs splayed out unnaturally and left foot bent at the wrong angle. Harry— only the top of his head could be seen past Caitlin, leaving Barry a brief, horrible moment to remember a man with his friend’s face. He doubled over but each breath sent a dagger to his rib, the movement josling a broken leg, and fueling a compelling urge to vomit. Iris— Her head had rolled to face him; eyes remained open, horribly blank, and her mouth slightly agape. All wrong — Joe— In a pool of his own blood, positioned the same as before. Grief seeped through everything from the injuries to his mind, where sorrow took over in floods as the weight of his loss finally took its full effect— Until he was left sobbing and gasping on the ground from the sheer pain of it all. 

Oh poor poor Barry. Throughout this chapter, it's been one death onto the next and I've given him hardly anytime to process it-- but in this moment, the dust settles and he just falls apart. It hurts me and will only hurt more as things get worse.

He didn’t notice Zoom appear in front of him, couldn’t even acknowledge the presence of their killer. “And now you’re all mine.” The words had no time to register before a black blur and burst of pain sent him tumbling into darkness. As a last thought in a mind muddled by grief, Barry could only hope it would consume him entirely.

I am in love with this part because it works so perfectly to set up everything that is to come in multiple different ways. I shant say anything else about it because spoilers.

I hope you enjoyed my very very very very long breakdown of the painfest™️! :D