#and Lamentations lolll

[a-space-for-mimi]

I'm listening the book of Job and I forgot how depressed he was.

[fushitoru]

ranking types of hugs he'd be comfortable with another guy giving his gf! a gojo satoru fic/drabble

cw: gojo x reader, established relationship, fluff LOLLL, gojo being a pathetic loser for his gf, use of baby, babe, reader referred to as gf and wears makeup, gojo being jealous, crack, based off this (instagram link)

"Ranking types of hugs I'd be comfortable with another guy giving my girlfriend." Satoru squints at the scene, reading out the caption on the TikTok as he watches the guy on the screen, long ass spider legs laid out on the couch while waiting for you to get ready. Curiously, he clicks on the filter without fully watching the video and starts filming to generate the different types of hugs.

"A back hug." The curious smile on his face slowly fades away as a grimace takes place as he gains the thousand yard stare. "Nine. Okay, not at a good start so far—"

He groans, face scrunching in pain as he exhales out at what he sees on the screen: slow dance hug. Then, he imagines you, a man's hand on your waist and you smiling just like those stupid fucking drawings at someone who's not him—"Ten. Oh my fucking god."

Clutching the lower half of his face, he looks concentrated as he waits for the shuffler to give him some less painful option, groaning in pain once again, looking back at the scene, and then groaning again. "One armed hug," he strains out, blindly reaching for the lowest number he could rank it as.

The filter shuffles yet again, and he's almost in tears, groaning immediately on instinct but then doubling back at his screen. "Polite hug." He contemplates it. "Okay, a two, not so bad, not so—"

A pause. "A classic hug." He stares at the screen like it just betrayed him, until he decides it's not so bad. Reluctantly, he ranks it at three.

Then, he waits for the filter to give him another painful vision, and it delivers. "A slow catcher hug—oh my godddd." Satoru is shaking his head, eyes teary as he groans loudly at the though of you jumping up to another man, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him in for a hug. If someone was listening to him, it would seem like he was dying with the way he was covering his mouth, shaking his head, and exclaiming "what the fuck"'s as he stared at his phone screen in sheer shock.

Unfortunately for you, you were within earshot, blending in your blush and doing finishing touches as you heard Satoru's shrieks coming in from the living room. He seemed to be on the edge of tears, and worriedly, you set down your brush and rushed to where his sobs were coming from.

And there he was: in fetal position, phone on the floor as he shook his head as if in shock. "Baby," you hurried to him, grabbing his face so you could figure out what was making him so distressed.

He didn't seem to be injured as he meets your eyes, upset. "I can't do this bruh," he laments while turning to be on his back and rubbing his eyes. You just look at him confused.

"Do what?"

He turns, and pauses. Scans you in your champagne dress for the fancy place he was taking you and the way you did your makeup so sultry. It's just for him, but after the events of that Tiktok—that's now stopped filming—all he feels is petty jealousy because other guys can see you like this.

Out of nowhere, he declares, "I can fight."

You blink. "What?"

"I can fight," he repeats, nodding emphatically as if trying to convince himself. Then, after a beat: "Why do I have such a pretty girlfriend?" He groans again, throwing his arm over his eyes. "Baby, why do you look so good right now?"

While he does this, you inspect him for any signs of injuries or things that could've caused him this much distress. Finding none and used to his theatrics, you sigh and pat his cheek. "I’m going to finish getting ready," you say, deciding he’s not in mortal peril after all.

As you return to your vanity, Satoru calls after you, still sulking. "Just so you know, I ranked the polite hug at two. Because I love you. And I can fight."

"Good to know, Satoru."

a/n lowk spiderman!gojo coded. i love writing fluff i would lowk want to write this for nanami i feel like he would slowly grow more and more jealous LMAOAO

[bigboobyhalo]

What did you think of BBH's chat, where he asked if they'd like face cam and the majority said no?

Pretty rude to me, like I know he's not going to take it to heart, but his voice was quite subdued afterwards so it definitely stung.

Especially with some frequent chatters being so vocally against with weird reasonings. I know some of the chat are just obsessed with being argumentative and "getting one over him" and bullying. But talk about cutting off your nose to spite your face (most were lamenting the lack of man bun picture as an excuse to say no to the face cam, even when he offered to do the cam with his hair up)

On the other hand, BBH doesn't have to do the song and dance of being "forced" he could just turn on the cam. He's just being shy / silly or maybe just wanting a little hype up / excitement to goad him on. Still people rather wanting to see a vtuber with three expressions or your dog instead of you? Little owie.

Sorry if I sound thirsty, it's not really the cam or lack of cam I care about but the response of chat to a streamer suggestion being shot down - 'cause if he's suggesting it it's because he wants to do it and was hoping chat would be hype about it. Just my second-hand embarrassment kicking in I guess.

NO I WAS THINKING THE SAME THING AS YOU LOLLL like bad is a grown adult man and does not need me to defend him. I don’t know his thoughts or what’s in his mind or if this actually hurt him. but personally if I got THAT strong of a negative reaction to the mere suggestion of showing my face on stream well I would never want to show my face again ever to be quite honest !!! like anon I need you to know I was thinking this EXACT thing as this went down…. and even if he’s not hurt emotionally by this (wouldn’t be surprised, he seems like he’s got very thick skin considering the fact he actively seeks out friends that bully him LMAO) I would not be surprised if the takeaway he got was that people don’t want facecam stream. IT’S NOT TRUE BADBOYHALO IT’S NOT TRUE I need badboyhalo to know he is very handsome and I would kill people with hammers and knives for a facecam stream and I normally don’t even LIKE facecams that much in general

[xmy-0wn-a5h-d3athx]

💚🖤💚I think I may actually buy TOTK bc it's on sale for a once in a life time :333🖤💚🖤

💙🖤💙GO CHECK IT OUT IF DONT HAVE IT OR IF CAN GET IT ^~^

Honestly not sure if I'll like it or not bc wasn't big on BOTW,, BUT it's on sale XD

And it was still on my wishlist of games to buy lolll

We know Nintendo doesn't really do sales so HAVE TO

Please leave your ratings on this game (1 - 10)

or even a comment if you want ^^

What was ur guys opinion on the game coming from someone who had barely seen any spoilers in the game lolll🖤💙🖤

[weixuldo]

Enigma// Ch 10

Anakin X Reader

(A/N: hiii guys, back from the depths of nothingness lolll, it’s been so busy here and i’m genuinely sorry for the late updates, but i appreciate all of u sm for sticking with me and my story !! love all of u)

A glimpse into the past

Warnings: alcohol, mentions of alcholism, cursing, ptsd, mental health issues, military typical violence, injury depiction

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“I figured I should let you know what happened, cause If I don’t I know your crafty ass will find out some way or another” he said as he learned back on the couch.

You knitted your brows together and just looked at him, what was he talking about?

He examined your expression and noticed your confusion. For a split second you saw his face falter, before he looked back into your eyes.

“It was around a decade ago, Ben and I were stationed overseas. We were loading up one of our helicopters with our squad”

Oh.

He was telling you what happened to him.

“ I was fuckin’ around and looking for this stupid pocket watch I thought I dropped, when all of a sudden I heard something drop on the ground diagonally to me. Turns out it was a bomb.” he lamented as he sipped on his beer.

You sat quietly, not knowing if you should respond or not.

He let out a half-laugh, half-huff of air, “The bastards who threw the grenade were pretty off with their timing ‘cause most of us were already onboard”. 

“Once I noticed what it was I yelled back to the guys and started running… obviously, I’m no track star cause I got blown up.”

You watched as he bit the inside of his cheek before continuing. 

“Only me and this other guy ended up getting hit. I gave the guys still on the ground enough notice to get far enough away that the explosion wouldn’t reach them.”

“Anakin… That’s terrible. I’m so sorry” you responded, not knowing what to say.

He shrugged, “It is what it is, just though i’d rather tell you myself than you finding out some other way”

“You really didn’t have to, I would have respected your privacy” 

“Ehh, I also felt like telling you so you would have a better scope of what's wrong with me if I need help sometime” he said, not making eye contact with you.

“Why would you want me to help? I know you're a lot closer with Ben and Ahsoka” you asked.

He finished his beer with a big gulp and placed the empty bottle on the end table next to him. 

“I’ve had issues with drinking in the past-” he watched as your eyes darted to the bottle beside him.

He huffed out a laugh as he shook his head, “Don’t worry sweetheart, I’m all good now”.

“They assumed I was drinking because of the accident and the pain and ever since I came back from rehab a couple of years ago they are still weary of me drinking… I know they really just want the best for me, but it still pisses me off when they look so judgmental”.

He paused to clear his throat and straighten his back.

“So I can’t call them if something happens when I’ve been drinking cause they’ll probably try to have an intervention or some shit. Next thing, they’d admit me to rehab again and I really don’t need to go there”

“Are you sure you don’t need to go back?” You asked before you could filter your thoughts.

“Yeah, I’m pretty damn sure. I don’t need alcohol to function and plus the reason I started drinking in the first place isn’t as relevant nowadays” he retorted.

“If I may ask, if it wasn’t from the accident, why did you start drinking?”.

He shook his head with a small smile before looking at you.

“My Fiance. Well, ex-fiance now, I guess.”

He had been engaged before?

“I had been with her for almost nine years when my accident happened. We were highschool sweethearts and I asked her to marry me before I went overseas. She was all I thought about over there, the other guys would go out and have fun with the locals, but I always stayed true to her. I was head over fuckin’ heels for her.” he exhaled a defeated laugh before taking a deep breath.

“When I was finally brought back home she visited me in the hospital… I can still remember her face as she entered my room.” 

He closed his eyes for a moment, you could tell this was hard for him.

“She stuck with me for the first few months, I really thought we were gonna make it… What a fuckin’ dumbass” he scolded himself.

“She seemed more distant when I started physio and got started with my prosthetics, but what I think really did her in was the consultation with my doctor about future endeavors…”

You were invested in his story and patiently listened. He turned to face you and made an expression you couldn’t quite read.

“God, why am I telling you all of this?”

“If you’re not comfortable, you don’t have t-” you began.

“I’m fine, I just don’t know why I feel compelled to tell you”

“Anyways, My injuries were quite extensive… Obviously” he motioned towards himself.

“The doctor informed us of some of the changes that would be present in my life. I would have chronic respiratory issues from some of the shrapnel that lodged into my chest, I’d have to learn how to use the new prosthetics, and I’d need 24/7 care for the first few years. But the cherry on the top was when the doctor let us know I wouldn’t be able to have kids”.

Not what you expected.

“Yeah, I know, out of everything…that. Yeah, she was really big on having a family and I guess she was against adoption. But when she heard I wouldn’t be able to give her a child, it was over. I could tell she had checked out of the relationship.”

“Anakin, that’s- I’m so, so sorry” you offered.

“Yeah, that really messed me up… I mean I loved her and we both knew it wasn’t my fault… But I understand, she never asked for any of that… It was just too much for her. I really was a burden” he sadly explained.

Your heart hurt for him, how could he blame himself… You understood it was probably a really hard adjustment for her, but at the same time you couldn’t understand; if you truly loved someone, you wouldn’t leave that easily.

“I just wish she would have talked to me about her decision instead of just leaving. I mean I get you don’t want to be seen as the girl who left her crippled fiance in the middle of his recovery, but I think I deserved an actual conversation.” 

You could see his eyes getting glassy before shook his head and looked at you.

“And you know, I don’t wish ill upon her at all. But it does hurt a little seeing her living her dream.” 

“What does she do now?” you asked

“Funny actually, the reason I drank so much after she left was because as much as I wanted to just forget her, I couldn't escape hearing or seeing her.” 

“What do you mean?”

“Shortly after she left, she campaigned for a seat in the senate and I saw her ads and commercials everywhere. Everyone was rooting for her too, so I couldn’t grieve in peace. I guess it was selfish of me, but I couldn’t handle seeing her that much, so I turned to alcohol to help me forget”.

“Did she get the position?”

“Yeah, Senator Padme Amidala” he said somberly.

Your eyes widened as you made the connections, “Wait, she’s the one who passed the bill to give disabled veterans more funds to help them transition back to civilian life.. But that would have been after the accident?”

“Yeah, I guess she felt kind of guilty for leaving without a word, so at least I got better quality prosthetics, but that didn’t really help my broken heart.” 

The two of you sat in silence for a moment before you shifted towards him, instinctively you placed a hand on his hand and looked into his blue eyes.

“Thank you for telling me, Anakin”

He looked at you with a surprised expression before his gaze drifted down to your hand on his. A small trace of blush creeped onto his face before he cleared his throat.

“Yeah, now you know,” he shrugged.

You studied his expression, he couldn’t stop staring at you… Did you have something on your face?

Before you could back away to check, he gently placed his lips onto yours. This kiss was like no other he had given you before, it was tender, it was meaningful. 

You often found yourself worrying that most of your interactions with Anakin were purely fueled by lust and attraction, but this one…

You melted into it and placed your hands gently on his cheeks before pulling away. His eyes were glassy and he was flushed, he was so vulnerable.

“What’s wrong?” you asked in a quiet voice.

“Nothing”

“Ok” 

You laid back into the couch and pulled him so that his head was on your chest. You stroked his hair as he nuzzled into you. Maybe later he would be peeved you did that, but you knew he needed it right now…so did you. 

After holding him for a moment he broke the silence, 

“Ya, know… I didn’t think anyone had the capacity to care about me anymore after my accident… I refused to believe anyone could show me compassion outside of plain pity…”

 You shifted to face him and rested him against the couch before you gazed deeply into his watery eyes.

“You’re the first person in a long time… that treated me like a normal human. You approached me that night without an insensitive comment, without pity….you just talked to me…” he trailed off as the tears began to fall.

“Oh, Anakin” you sighed as you drew him into a comforting embrace and brushed his hair. He shook as he sobbed into your chest. 

‘I-i’m sorry, I’m s-sorry, I didnt m-mean to ..’

“Shh, its ok. It’s alright, Ani”

He leaned up and tried to catch his breath but you could tell he was struggling. Remembering his inhaler, you quickly left the couch to grab it from the night stand. Once you returned, you administered the pump to him and he slowly began to come down. 

“Don’t ever be sorry for your feelings.. I’m here for you” you whispered into his ear as he leaned against you.

He exhaled a small “thank you” before you helped lay him down; he was exhausted.

You grabbed a blanket from the other room and lifted his legs onto the couch for him. Once you covered him you took a scrap of paper and left him a note.

As you left his apartment, you felt an odd sensation weighing on your heart.

Were you falling for him?

***

a/n: so yeaaaa he’s opening up!! not saying he still won’t b a dick haha, buuut there will def b some more tender moments:) also srry again for the late updates im in my college bio class and it’s actually so challenging

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[musicallisto]

Omg, wait, youre reading wuthering heights ♡♡♡♡ because i know you are (lamentably, regrettably, woefully, etc etc) aware of the current wuthering heights casting (😭😭😭😭😭 get me oUT of this fresh hell), if you could cast anyone for the roles, who? could be anyone at any time in history. who is the violent vibecheck, who are we consigning to the moors, who are we leaving to be forevermore haunted by the worst of themselves and others

okay, i am really bad at fancasts, but i'm gonna try my best!!

for heathcliffe i will have to side with a popular fancast in the person of dev patel. i just think he could pull off the dejected little meow meow into brooding insufferable house master soooo well. no thoughts just long coats open frilly shirts (tits out) walking down the cliffside in dogshit weather

cathy is trickier. i actually think kaya scodelario was a pretty solid choice for her! even though she has the slightest hint of iphone face syndrome, she does look like a bratty, impertinent only child who only wants to gallop off into the mist and thinks the world should bend to her every whim. but it has been 13 years since that adaptation, and if we want to find someone closer to catherine's age for a movie now, then maybeeee hannah dodd? the new girl who plays francesca bridgerton? i feel like the main characteristics when i imagine catherine earnshaw are that she looks beautiful, mean, and sickly lolll. although hannah is a natural blonde and her face gives me more 40s-50s period drama vibes than gothic lit, her sarah chapman in enola holmes is the vibe i would go for

as for the other characters i think edgar linton should be played by that dude who did president snow in the prequel. tom blyth? someone who's diametrically opposed to dev patel obviously. and nelly should be played by an actress who feels very Mom, even though warmth is pretty much the last thing any of these people should emit to fit into this universe. i have no ideas here but yeah mom vibes are important - she's the narrator, the person who invites the reader into the story, so she's quite literally birthing these characters.

[brainfilehasstoppedworking]

Mukuro is so The Ballad of Jane Doe and Taka is (well in my eyes) Noel's Lament. Ugh, I need to watch all of Ride the Cyclone The Musical to make more Danganronpa connections and shit lolll. (That's a lot of damn italics. I should just not italisize anymore lolll.)

[twinclownsoflotuspiers]

when u get this put 5 songs 🎵 u actually listen to, publicly. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers ✨ ❤️

I'm.....not sure if I have 10 followers I even talk to lol so I shall skip that bit. Hope you don't mind!

As for five songs I actually listen to. Oh boy, difficult decision but let me choose one each from one specific genre.

1. Yoshiwara Lament by Asa [original] [cover for peep who dislike vocal synths]

2. Song of Unborn by Steven Wilson [x]

3. Aorta by ANIMA! [x]

4. Falkor by covet [x]

5. Right in Two by Tool [x]

Five is too less for the amount of somgs I listen to lolll.

[zepskies]

First of all, holyyyyyy fuckiiiiing shiiiiiiit. 😭 You broke me, Wayne. You broke me in the best of ways.

Okay, before I continue lamenting, let me talk about the parts that made me swoon. (Partly to calm myself down lmao.)

I love that he kept her little friendship bracelet. I love tidbits like this that bring it all back to the beginning of the story, when they were at adds even though he was pursuing her. They're both at an entirely different level of growth, and it's symbols like this that remind us of that. 💚

Ben frowns, shrugging. “That’s what I just fucking said. Are you deaf?” Then, he grins smugly. “Also read that 50 Shades book. Hey, you think we can have a sex room in our house?” Y/N’s face drops, sighing. She smacks her lips. “Loving you is like riding a rollercoaster.” “Thank you.” Ben blushes, taking it as a compliment, causing his bride-to-be to giggle.

LMFAO. I'm weeeak. The moment you think he's cultured himself a little, Ben brings it all back with this gem. 🤣

Y/N’s lips shape into a broad and mischievous grin. “Ben? What’s your last name?” In response, Ben only snorts a loud laugh and shakes his head, kissing her cheek.

Oh my GOD I love this tease! 🤣🤣 I've also taken the route of never "giving" him a last name. Maybe one day I will, but it's like the old sitcoms used to pull stuff like this. (ex. Fez from that 70s show, never knowing his real name.)

I loved the moment you gave Ben with his wife outside the cell. The way he had to essentially re-adopt the asshole persona of Soldier Boy before he stepped into that room...

But ugh, the fucking anxiety I had with Ben going into that cell. The way Homelander completely fell for all of Ben's manipulations, dumbass bitch that he is. It made me wonder how long they've been keeping that genocidal prick in there, and how did they get him in there in the first place?

A monster in red, white, and blue.

Abso-fucking-lutely. And I love how it parallels with this line:

He resembles just another monster.

I also like how you broke it all up with flashbacks that simultaneously pulled at my heartstrings while the "reality" gave me even more anxiety lolll. Again, very cinematic, and I love that approach.

“No, thanks. I don’t speak Mexican,” Ben huffs and nurses his whiskey. “It’s Spanish. And I know that you know that,” Y/N says. At this point, she knows he’s only messing with her, the little smirk on his plump lips confirming her suspicions.

LMFAO. As a Latina, I died laughing internally. "And I know that you know that" was icing on the cake for this exchange, and Ben being a knowing asshole about it just to wind her up is priceless.

Edgar then turns to a guard, his smile more prominent and morphing to smug as he formulates his order. “Kill them both.” Y/N screams. Two gunshots echo through the facility. Rule #4: Beware of double crosses.

*BIG EXHALE*

Okay. I'm really hoping (despite all your warnings to the contrary) that you're not gonna break my heart on this one. We've come so far on this story, and I believe in these two. However, I'm very much freaking the fuck out. 🥲🥲🥲

But I have to say, that was a masterful way to do it lmao. That cliffhanger was genius, and I'm both dreading and excited for TOMORROW to see how you wrapped all of this up. 👏🏽 It's ride or die time, baby!! 💚💚

Rehab – Chapter 8

Series Summary: Thanks to Soldier Boy, the CIA was able to develop Project Bloom under the fierce leadership of Grace Mallory: a final cure to Compound V and a hopeful end to the supe epidemic three years after the explosive incident at Vought. A secret rehab facility in Upstate New York is supposed to help former heroes find their way back to humanity. The catch, though? Soldier Boy has never fucking agreed to any of this shit and is surely not happy about being powerless for the first time in his goddamn long life.

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x Female!Reader

Warnings: +18, language, some fun moments, fluff, smut, angst (aka the holy trinity)

Word Count: 5.5k

A/N: Can't believe we're here! One more chapter and an epilogue, and then we're done! Thank you so much for all your support. I really appreciate it 🤍🥹 Now, hold on tight! 😉

Feedback is my fuel 🖤

<< Chapter 7 || Main Masterlist || Series Masterlist

Chapter 8: sid & nancy

“Y/N, we’re gonna be late, my love! City Hall just had one slot left,” Ben calls out to the bathroom door.

Nervously, he paces the hotel room. He checks his watch once more before plopping down on the king-sized mattress, blowing some air out between his lips. At least the CIA picked a nice hotel when they flew them out to DC.

The agency even granted the couple one more night of freedom before Ben was supposed to uphold his end of the bargain. The former supe then had an idea to do something special. Something he’s never done before in his life – quite the achievement, considering he’s over a century old.

Ben supposes there’s a first time for everything.

“In a minute!” Y/N yells her reply, her voice carrying a little annoyance. He might’ve hurried her more than once already.

“You know, I put on a fucking suit just for you,” Ben says as if it would make her be ready any faster and earn him some brownie points on top of it.

“Yeah, well, I put on a fucking dress just for you,” Y/N replies with a raised brow behind him as she walks out. She smiles shyly at him.

Ben’s never seen her flustered before, but he has to admit the pink cheeks suit her well. Just like him, Y/N had a hard shell when he first met her, impenetrable for most but not him. Y/N gave him her heart, and he gave his right back to her, hoping neither of them drops it.

In the past, he used to torch the butterflies in his stomach and rip off their wings, calling it a precaution. Now, he wants them to stay for an eternity and multiply, calling it a miracle.

“What d’you think? Is this good enough to get married in?” Y/N insecurely looks down on herself and spins, her short, white satin dress twirling with her. It’s the best she could find on short notice.

Ben’s lips twitch to a smile. “You look fucking beautiful, my love.”

Y/N beams like pure sunshine on a warm summer’s day, her cheeks flushing even deeper red. “I love when you say that. ‘My love.’ Sounds so old-school. Like James Stewart saying it to Donna Reed.”

“Hey, I love that movie,” Ben interjects, grinning.

“Me too! Glad we found something in common before we get married,” Y/N jokes as she slips into her cream-white high heels, the ivory glow of the moonlight through the big balcony window letting her shine even brighter.

“Finally! I was worried there for a second,” Ben says, laughing. Truthfully, though, he’s never been surer of anything in his life. “What about you? Any doubts about marrying me?”

“Oh, tons, but I’ll do it anyways,” Y/N quips. “As my generation likes to say – you only live once.”

“Yeah, and sometimes for a really long time,” Ben adds with a huff and saunters over to her as she checks herself in the full-length mirror and straightens out the fabric of her dress.

He wraps his arms around her hips from behind and pulls her flush against him, placing a sweet kiss on her cheek and one on her lips.

“There’s one thing missing,” he notes then and pulls something out of his suit pocket. She spins in his embrace, resting her palms on his biceps. “It’s not that old, but not that new either. It’s not borrowed, and it’s definitely not blue.”

Y/N laughs loudly, shaking her head. “You’re such a dork. What is it?”

Ben then opens his palm and reveals the green friendship bracelet lying in it. “May I?” he asks. Y/N nods as tears brim in her eyes, and Ben slips it back onto her wrist where it belongs.

“My friendship bracelet… You kept it. This is better than any ring,” Y/N says happily, her fingers tracing the worn emerald threads.

Ben chuckles and rubs his bearded jaw. “Guess I got lucky there. Always thought you ladies wanted fucking diamonds.”

“Well, I’m not gonna say no to one on our first anniversary,” Y/N retorts lightheartedly.

“Oh? Is that so, huh?” Ben laughs. “You mind if it’s stolen?”

Y/N shakes her head playfully and claims his plump lips, holding onto the lapels of his suit jacket. When their lips lose connection, however, wrinkles of worry spread on her brow.

“You okay? You know I was just joking about you having doubts, but if you do–”

Y/N quickly shakes away his fear. “No, no, it’s not that. I’m just worried, you know? About tomorrow… That plan is insane. I don’t have a good feeling about this, Ben.”

Ben nods and scratches his beard. “I know, my love. But we’ve talked about this. It’s the only way out. It’ll be fine, alright?” he tries to soothe her concerns and rubs her upper arms. “I wish you wouldn’t insist on coming with me, though. If something goes wrong…”

“Then I’ll be right there with you, Sid,” Y/N maintains. She’d never let him go on his own. “I know you don’t know that, but that’s what it truly means to be a team. You rise together, and you fall together. ‘Sides, they do say insanity is contagious.”

Thoughtfully, Ben bobs his head, his brow scrunching above his freckled nose. “Catch-22!” He snaps his fingers as if a lightbulb went on in his mind before a proud grin forms on his lips. “That quote is from Catch-22.”

Perplexed, Y/N furrows her brow. “Yes, how did you know that?”

“I’ve read books,” he boasts full of pride and beams a smile. Her mouth parts in surprise. “When I was locked up, they didn’t let me have a TV, but I was allowed books from the library. So I asked which ones you’ve read, and they brought me some.”

“Huh. And here I thought I was marrying an illiterate idiot,” Y/N sasses teasingly, giggling.

“Ouch! Hey! I always could fucking read, okay? I just chose not to,” he defends.

“Uh-huh, so sexy…” Y/N snorts in amusement. “So? What books did you read?”

“Well, I liked the war ones,” Ben remarks, making Y/N chuckle.

“Figures.”

Ben ponders for a moment before he lists off, “I’ve read Hemingway. A Farewell to Arms, For Whom the Bell Tolls. Uhm… Faulkner! The Sound and the Fury. The red line thingy… Ooh, that woman‘s choice!”

Y/N’s brow raises. “Sophie’s Choice?”

“Yeah, that one,” Ben confirms simply.

“Really? You read that book? You?” Y/N tries not to sound offensive. She really does.

Ben frowns, shrugging. “That’s what I just fucking said. Are you deaf?” Then, he grins smugly. “Also read that 50 Shades book. Hey, you think we can have a sex room in our house?”

Y/N’s face drops, sighing. She smacks her lips. “Loving you is like riding a rollercoaster.”

“Thank you.” Ben blushes, taking it as a compliment, causing his bride-to-be to giggle. He reaches out his hand for Y/N to take. “Now, let’s get married, my love, so we can get this forever thing started.”

Y/N nods and places her hand in his, intertwining their fingers. “One last thing, though, before we go.”

The former supe cocks an impatient brow, close to rolling back his green eyes. He scoffs. “What now, woman? They’re gonna give our slot away, you know…”

Y/N’s lips shape into a broad and mischievous grin. “Ben? What’s your last name?”

In response, Ben only snorts a loud laugh and shakes his head, kissing her cheek.

Y/N’s heart pounds a million beats per second. An impossible number, sure, but it certainly feels like it as she stands in the small, gray, and bleak control room in some undisclosed government facility. Grace Mallory, Stan Edgar, and a handful of nameless guards are gathered in front of a one-way mirror, staring at an even more depressing cell that holds the most dangerous man on the planet.

Don’t tell Ben she said that.

The facility is one of those places that’s not supposed to exist, serving as the perfect hiding spot for America’s most feared superhero.

A monster in red, white, and blue.

In nerve-racking circles, Y/N twists the golden band on her ring finger that’s sat there since last night. It’s new and unblemished, not a dent or scratch in sight, and yet, it feels like she’s been wearing it a lifetime.

She lets go of the lip she’s chewed to a bleeding degree and softly smiles at the memory when Ben slipped it on her finger. A slow and careful movement as if he could break her or scare her away. She wishes they could’ve had more time together, explored life and each other. But Ben assured her, even promised her, that they had all the time in the world.

“A century, my love,” he’d said.

But Y/N’s stomach churns in warning, her thundering heartbeat ringing in her ears now. She doesn’t trust the two high-profile puppet masters next to her. It all seems too easy, too good to be true.

But what choice do they have? They’d be crazy to agree to this deal and sane to decline it, leaving them with nothing either way. A Catch-22.

There’s no way out. Y/N doesn’t have her powers anymore, and neither does Ben. She never thought she would wish them back. It seems like asking for a curse from God. But right now, all she wants to do is melt the flesh off Mallory’s and Edgar’s bones, grab her lover’s hand, and make a run for it.

Destination: sunset.

Would that really be so bad? After all, bad people deserve what’s coming to them. Is karma a thing of the past like Soldier Boy? Ben already paid his price twice over.

But have they?

Laughing, the two run down the stone steps of City Hall. Ben then catches her and twirls her into his arms, claiming her lips in a searing kiss. Y/N’s giggles interrupt his intentions as his palms wander from her hips to her butt.

“So? What do you wanna do now, Mrs. Hunt?” Ben asks, smirking mischievously as he wiggles his eyebrows. “Back to the fucking hotel to consummate the marriage?”

With pursed lips, Y/N muses for a second and then shakes her head. “Not yet, husband. I want a… steak. Bloody. It’s only right to buy a lady dinner beforehand.”

Ben nods in agreement. “Some protein before I tire you out. Good thinking.”

“Right, ‘cause I’m the one who tires out so easily,” Y/N sasses, her tongue playfully darting out between her pink lips.

“Watch it,” Ben warns her with a hint of a grin. “Or I’ll spank that tight little ass of yours.”

But she only laughs louder at that. “Can’t fucking wait.”

“I’m fucking ready. Let’s get this shit over with,” Ben announces as he enters the control room, dressed from head to toe in his old suit.

Y/N’s heart stops in her chest, her breathing halting with it. She’s never seen him before like this, only remembering Soldier Boy from pictures in her childhood. She almost doesn’t recognize him. He looks nothing like the guy she’s fallen in love with.

He resembles just another monster.

Ben adjusts his bulletproof vest underneath his green suit, feeling strangely out of place. The vest, however, isn’t supposed to keep bullets away but is specifically designed to fend off superpowers. It’s untested, though. Not that it would matter. There’s still a perfectly fine head and four limbs to laser off.

“Good.” Stan Edgar nods, satisfied. “Now, let’s go over it one more ti–”

“Nah, no need. I don’t need a fucking briefing.” Ben scoffs in repulsion. “I know what to fucking do, alright? I can handle that pathetic pussy.”

The arrogant smirk he flashes both Mallory and Edgar, however, is nothing more than a lie. He tries his hardest to think and act like Soldier Boy, but that’s just it – it’s all an act. That guy is long gone and buried so deep he can’t possibly be revived. Now, Ben’s just trying to survive with what he has left and hopes the facade doesn’t crumble.

“Fine, as you wish,” Edgar replies dryly, probably hoping that his arrogance gets him killed. It’s one less problem to solve for Vought.

The former CEO then glances and nods at a guard, who quickly brings over a silver tray with a syringe, which holds a yellow liquid inside. Y/N recognizes it as the cure they once gave her, too.

“What happens if it doesn’t work?” Y/N voices her concern. She knows it’s not a full cure-all. Some supes need more than one jab. Ben, however, only has one shot.

“It’ll work. Don’t worry,” Mallory assures her with a cold look. “It’s a higher and more potent dose. Our scientists have tested it on his blood beforehand. We can’t risk it failing.”

Somehow, Y/N believes her. She knows Homelander would burn the entire world down if he ever escaped. The CIA might be ruthless, but they aren’t downright crazy.

“Great.” Ben shrugs coolly and takes the syringe, inspecting it closely. “So I’ll jam this little fucking thingy into his throat, and that princess in there turns back into a fucking pumpkin?”

“Not how I would have phrased it, but yes,” Edgar replies, his obvious annoyance only overshadowed by his arrogance and poshness.

“Alright,” Ben says and rubs his palms together after carefully storing the syringe in his back pocket. He saunters to Y/N and rests his hands on her hips before throwing a glare over his shoulder to his audience. “Mind giving me a fucking minute alone with my wife?”

Y/N finishes her last bite and lets it deliciously melt on her tongue. She leans back in her chair with a full belly. “God, this was so good…”

“Agreed.” Ben chuckles and takes a sip from his top-shelf whiskey, his plate completely cleaned off as well. “Although, that’s not the last time you’ll say this tonight, my love.”

“Oh yeah? You up for the challenge, old man?” Y/N smirks slyly.

Ben laughs wholeheartedly. “Always. You’re gonna wish you got me more drunk. I’m gonna make you mine in every possible way.”

“I’m already yours,” Y/N replies sweetly, smiling.

Ben grabs a hold of her hand on the table, drawing circles with his thumb on the back of it. “Yeah, you are. Lucky fucking me.” Tenderly, he pecks her knuckles. “So, where do you wanna go for our honeymoon?”

“Wow, okay, we’re doing that, huh?”

“Oh, we’re doing the full program, baby.” Ben grins broadly.

“Alright, fine,” Y/N accepts and muses, “How about Japan? I’ve always wanted to go there.”

“Nuh-uh, over my dead body.” Ben shakes his head and takes another sip of liquor, scoffing. “They’re all Commies and Nazis over there.”

Amused by his reply, Y/N rolls her eyes slightly. Honestly, she hasn’t expected anything less from him. “You do know those two ideologies are mutually exclusive, right?”

“No, they ain’t. Trust me on that one,” Ben mutters.

“Okay, fine.” Y/N sighs and suggests, “What about Mexico? It’s closer.”

“No, thanks. I don’t speak Mexican,” Ben huffs and nurses his whiskey.

“It’s Spanish. And I know that you know that,” Y/N says. At this point, she knows he’s only messing with her, the little smirk on his plump lips confirming her suspicions.

“You know America is a beautiful country.”

“Alright, gramps, where do you wanna go, huh?” Y/N asks curiously. “Vegas?”

Ben twitches his shoulders. “Not the worst idea. Or, you know, Mount Rushmore.”

Y/N frowns deeply and is quite frankly baffled by the strange request. “The one in South Dakota? If you think looking at the faces of four old white men is gonna get me in the mood to fuck you, then you’re sadly mistaken.”

“Really? I thought you were into kinky shit like that,” Ben teases, chuckling devilishly. “But I was a boy when they started sculpting it. Always wanted to go. Never got the chance…” He lets out a little sigh full of sadness and missed opportunities and shoots her an expectant look.

“Okay, you manipulative asshole, now you’re making me feel sad for you. Fine, we can go,” Y/N relents and sees Ben smirk widely. “But after our honeymoon. I wanna go somewhere nice first. How about Hawaii?”

“Now, we’re talking!” Ben grins appreciatively, Y/N’s hope of a nice vacation rising. “I can show you around Pearl Harbor.”

Y/N exhaustively throws her head back and runs a palm over her face. “Dear Lord! What did I get into here? It’s like vacationing with Clark Griswold…”

“Huh?”

“Never mind.” Y/N shakes her head, a few giggles escaping her upon her husband’s confused look. She supposes he must’ve missed out on those movies. “Ben, I just wanna sip fruity cocktails from coconuts, get a massage, and fuck your brains out in a nice hotel suite, alright? Maybe even the beach…”

Pursing his lips, Ben nods. “Yeah, alright. I can get behind that.” Then, a cheeky smirk forms on his sinful lips. “And I’ll get behind you, doll. How’s that?”

With her face resting in his large and safe palms, Ben kisses her deeply, wishing he could stay like this for another lifetime. He wipes the tears that roll down her cheeks away with his thumbs and places one last peck on her forehead.

While it feels like a goodbye, he hopes it’s a hello instead.

Her gaze roams his body from head to toe as if she’s trying to capture him forever. Her hands rest on his chest, fingers carefully tracing the emerald star pattern on his suit. Her brow flutters and wrinkles as she’s trying to make sense of it all.

He lifts her chin and meets her watery and red eyes. “It’ll be fine, okay? It’s still me underneath,” he assures her quietly and clasps her hand, placing it on his beating heart. “This all belongs to you, my love.”

Y/N nods and buries her face in his chest, her tears staining his suit. She wraps her arms around his frame, so tight it becomes a lock.

“I love you,” she says and sniffles.

“I love you, too,” Ben replies and kisses her crown. “More than you’ll ever know.”

Stan Edgar then strolls back into the control room, a clear of his throat drawing the couple’s attention to him. “Ready, Ben?”

Ben exhales a small sigh and gives her one last kiss before turning to Edgar. His demeanor changes, brow creased and green eyes darkened.

“I was born fucking ready,” he replies in feigned arrogance. “And it’s Soldier Boy, you ass-licking beta cuck.”

Ben takes a deep, long breath before his red-gloved hand curls around the doorknob to Homelander’s cell. He flashes one last look at his wife and swallows thickly. Then, he focuses back on his mission and nods at a guard, giving him the command to open the door.

Soldier Boy is ready, but Y/N isn’t.

“Let’s hope his acting improved since the 80s,” Edgar jokes, chuckling with Mallory.

Y/N flashes them a glare, grinding her jaw. She feels the bile rise in her throat. “I have to fucking pee,” she excuses and vanishes out of the control room. No one pays attention to her, except for the guard that lets her out.

Y/N knows they don’t fucking care. She’s not important. Never has been.

“Whoa, whoa! Whatcha doing there?” Ben chides with an arched brow and snatches the keycard from her hands.

“Uhm, I’m trying to open the door,” Y/N replies and frowns as the pair stands in the hallway of their hotel.

“Not on my fucking watch you are,” Ben says with a chuckle, but before she can open her mouth in confusion, he lifts her off her feet and has her in his arms – bridal style. “It’s tradition.”

“Oh, okay.” Y/N laughs in understanding and wraps her arms around his neck. “I’m honestly surprised you know that,” she quips as he opens the door and carries her into the room.

“I told you – full fucking program, baby.” Ben smirks and ceremoniously plops her down on the mattress, listening to her giggles.

The bed dips on either side of hers as he cages her in with two strong arms. His full body weight presses down on her, his cock heavy and thick rutting against her cunt through thin fabric that doesn’t hide much. He chases her lips and rips the straps of her dress.

“Ben!” Y/N scolds his roughness through his tender kisses.

“Oh, don’t you worry. You’re not gonna wear white anymore after I’m fucking done with you,” Ben growls with a deep chuckle and devours her neck, sucking her skin between his sharp teeth. He plans to mark every inch of his wife tonight, make her his in every possible way.

His fingers open the zipper in the back, pulling the satin material down till she’s left in ivory lace. He eyes her for a moment and takes a mental image as she lies spread out before him. Her body, her heart, her soul – it’s all fucking his.

Her tits heave with each labored breath as he kisses a pathway down to her cunt. His hot breath tickles her clit before his teeth grab hold of the waistband and tear it down over her knees. He uses his hand for the rest of the way, his face already diving back into her pussy before the lingerie hits the floor.

His beard burns and scratches her sensitive nerve endings as his digits thrust violently into her tight channel. She tries to count them but can’t tell if it’s three or four as they stretch her cunt open. She can tell, however, when his spit-wet pinky slips inside her puckered hole.

Her moans grow louder, little cheers for him. His fingers then curl and hit the spot in the back. His tongue flicks her clit till she white-knuckles the satin bedsheets. She drips like a faucet, but that only spurs him on, sucking and fucking her harder.

“Shit, shit, shit!” she whimpers and squeezes her eyes shut as her toes curl, the coil inside her belly threatening to snap.

And then, he stops.

“You fucking asshole,” Y/N screams in frustration and hears him laugh loudly like the devil personified.

She manages to hit his chest once before he swings her around. She falls face first into the soft mattress, a breathless sigh leaving her lips. He slaps her asscheek hard, his handprint burning into her skin like a permanent tattoo, while her arousal trickles onto the sheets underneath.

“Didn’t think I’d let you come without my cock inside of you,” he says. He lifts her ass higher and spreads her knees wider, his dickhead nudging at her entrance. He swipes two fingers through her wet slit and licks them clean. “Geez, you’re fucking soaked. Got a little excited there, did ya?”

“Yes,” she pants needily. “Please fuck me, baby.”

He chuckles and caresses the globes of her ass with all the patience in the world. “Christ on a cross, I knew you love being a whore for me, but this is some new fucking level, baby girl.”

“Ben, please,” she begs needily, her cunt aching to be filled as the emptiness drives her mad.

“Alright, you know what they say – happy wife, happy life.” Ben chuckles and pushes inside, filling her to the brim.

Her walls stretch around his thick cock, burning with pleasure at the sensation. She’s fully stuffed, no more room to fill her as his balls slap against her flesh. And then, he fucks her, hard and wild, rough and fast, thrusts in and out until they both collapse on the bed with coarse screams of their names.

“So, what’s the verdict?” Ben asks, his skin glistening with sweat as he lies next to her, running a hand through his damp hair.

Y/N checks her watch. “Forty-six minutes. New record,” she replies with a wide grin that’s even visible in the darkness of the room.

“Good.” He nods and smiles, satisfied. “I’d like to go out with a fucking bang.”

Her face falls at his words, her heart aches. “Ben…”

“It’s okay,” he says and fights to uphold his smile. He takes her hand, interlacing their fingers, and pecks her knuckles. “I’ve had a long life. I’m ready to die.”

“Don’t say that,” she pleads, the tears stinging her eyes as she chokes on her words. It gets harder and harder to breathe. “You don’t have to do this.”

“Yeah, I do,” he disagrees softly and stares at the ceiling above. He swallows. “I’ve thought a lot about this, you know? I always thought I needed fucking superpowers to be a hero… to be happy, but I don’t. All the fame, the glory, and the money… I have none of it. And yet, this last year was the best fucking one of my life.” He gifts her a smile that’s only meant for her. “If I do this, I’ll save the world. You and I both know he’s gonna destroy it if no one stops him.”

“That someone doesn’t have to be you, though,” Y/N counters. She feels desperate, trying to get through to him, but no matter what she tries, she can see the determination shimmering in his green eyes. It won’t leave.

“It does. It’s my fucking chance to make it right… To do something good,” Ben says quietly. “Make people proud.”

“Ben–”

“I don’t wanna talk about this anymore,” he interjects. He then turns his head and finds her eyes. “Please, Y/N? I just wanna be here with you.”

Y/N sighs, every bone in her body fighting the urge to say more – to stop him. Reluctantly, she nods. “Okay, I’m here.”

She climbs atop his body, her thighs straddling him tightly. She leans down, kisses him so deeply and passionately he feels her love for him seep into his goddamn bone marrow.

Her hunger is insatiable as she pales herself on his cock and rocks her hips. Her movements are so slow and deliberate, they could be mistaken for a spell to stop time. She sure as hell tries to fight the morning light.

Every kiss, every touch, every prayer of his name is a love poem written solely for him.

Ben’s heart thunders like a rock concert in his chest as he sets his first careful step inside the eagle’s nest. If he died from a coronary right now, wouldn’t that be ironic?

Like Papa Eagle, he stays in the shadows for a moment and watches his brood, assessing the situation. The fact that he’s not a pile of dust on the ground yet is a good sign.

Ben knows his son is aware he’s here. He has noticed the pussy’s ears perk up with interest as he walked in. His stomach twists at the thought that the pathetic mess in front of him is his own cursed blood. Calling him anything but an abomination seems out of place.

This is why humans shouldn’t play fucking God.

“What d’you want?” Homelander prompts. His back is turned as he faces the wall, acting like Ben isn't even worth a glance. His tone, however, gives his true feelings away. It's hurt mixed with rejection. He wants the attention and is waiting for some groveling.

Jesus fuck, even his voice sounds whiny. Ben strains himself to keep his eyes from rolling.

“I've worked out a deal with the CIA. I’m here to help,” Ben says and takes a brave step forward, trying his hardest not to let a single muscle tremble.

Being courageous is something entirely different when you don’t have superpowers. Alas, he pretends they’re still there.

Homelander scoffs, chuckling.

“And apologize,” Ben adds with all the sincerity he can muster. He certainly has learned a ton over this past year and is willing to put it all to the test right now.

Rule #1: An apology goes a long way.

“I’m sorry, son. I shouldn’t have let that fucking Butcher drive a wedge between us,” Ben continues.

“No, you shouldn’t have,” Homelander agrees and finally faces him, pouting like a fucking toddler.

Rule #2: If you want to shift blame and guilt-trip someone, admit your flaws.

“I was blinded by my rage. After what the fucking Commies did to me… I hate to admit my weakness, but I guess I was an easy target for these cunts,” Ben explains and takes another step closer.

“Butcher and his friends can be quite manipulative,” Homelander says, nodding in thought.

“I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness, son. But I still hope you find it in your heart to forgive me,” Ben pleads.

Homelander looks up at him, tears welling in his eyes. “I had no idea what they did to you in Russia. I would’ve been there for you. I could’ve helped you. But you had to trust fucking Butcher instead of me…”

Rule #3: Empathy is a useful tool for emotional manipulation.

Ben swallows harshly and forces tears to his eyes. “I know, son. I know… I guess you’ve always been stronger than me. I finally see it now. You’re everything I wish I could be…" He takes a deep breath, tries to loosen the tightness in his jaw. "Let’s put the past behind us. Start fresh. Be a family. What d’you say, slugger?”

For a brief moment, Ben thinks he might've gone too far and embellished too much. After all, the guy in front of him is not some naive, dull-witted damsel he's trying to rail.

But Homelander locks gazes with him, his lip quivering. “Daddy?”

Ben smiles warmly and takes one last step forward. He knows he has won. He rests his palm on Homelander's shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly. “I promise I’ll make it right. No more mistakes. I’m so fucking proud of you, son.”

“It’s so good to finally hear you say it,” Homelander cries happily. “Of course, I’ll forgive you.”

Ben leans closer and keeps eye contact with his target. His arms then wrap around the man in blue and pull him in for a hug, patting his back. Stealthily, Ben’s free hand dives into his back pocket and pulls out the syringe. He works fast, too fast for Homelander to make sense of the metaphorical knife in his back as the needle pricks his skin.

The cure works quickly, but not quick enough. Homelander’s powers are on the fritz and go ballistic. Ben’s arm wraps around the guy’s neck, however, and puts him in a strong chokehold. He ducks behind his son, using him as a shield as laser beams shoot chaotically through the room.

Not even a minute later, it all thankfully stops. Scarlet laser beams flicker off like the dead bulb of a lamp.

Homelander manages to free himself from Ben’s grasp and scowls, anger seeping from every pore. He tries to get his laser eyes to work, squeezes and squints with all his remaining power, but they won’t power on. “What the hell did you do to me?”

“Like I said, fixing my mistakes,” Ben reiterates slyly and smirks.

Homelander huffs furiously and swings his fist at Ben’s face, but Ben ducks out of the way, letting his hand hit the concrete wall. It didn’t even leave a dent or a crack.

“Ow! That hurts!” Homelander whines and clasps his surely broken hand.

“Yeah, no shit, you fucking wimp.” Ben scoffs, shaking his head in amusement.

As Homelander charges angrily at him, Ben manages to hold him at bay, caging his arms around him. But the guy‘s still stronger than expected, and it’s a struggle.

“Little help would be fucking appreciated!” Ben yells with a grunt to the door and the one-way mirrored window.

Y/N exhales the breath she’s been holding in for the past few minutes as she stares with parted lips at the scene in front of her. He did it.

He fucking did it. And he’s still alive. It feels like a goddamn miracle.

Ben sends her a small smile through the window. She knows he can’t see her, but she also knows it was meant for her. Her heart pounds a parade in her ribcage.

Happily, her glance drifts to Mallory and Edgar. Ben upheld his deal. They got what they wanted.

Stan Edgar watches quietly as Homelander fights against Ben’s arms, trying to hold him in place. The former CEO remains stoic until an eerie smile twitches on his lips.

Y/N’s hands ball into fists by her side, nails digging into her palm so harshly it’s a surprise she doesn’t bleed. Something is wrong. Something is off. She feels the trembling anxiety and pure rage rise in her chest.

Edgar then turns to a guard, his smile more prominent and morphing to smug as he formulates his order. “Kill them both.”

Y/N screams. Two gunshots echo through the facility.

Rule #4: Beware of double crosses.

Epilogue: twin flames – March 30

Oooh boy... 👀 Welp, let me hear your screams, swoons, and conspiracy theories. I'll see you back tomorrow for the bitter end 😘

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[dog-girl-zezora]

just had a friend ask me how ive been and im like, realizing how the past month has been the funniest Shit show of my life LMFAO

[theesteemedladydebourgh]

i'm sorry but idk what orpheus and eurydice are could you explain please? 🥺👉👈

oh, of course!

Orpheus and Eurydice are a Greek myth, though they're canonized in literature in several plays/novels/accounts by Greek and Latin writers, and modern ones. My favorite is Virgil's Georgics Book IV, which has a poem about them and a beekeeper (highly, highly recommend reading it, in this one the beekeeper's bees have died because of a curse to punish him as he wrongly killed Eurydice, which is just one of the scenarios for her death that we see in mythology! the translation i've linked by A. S. Kline has some absolutely gorgeous prose).

but they're one of my favorite mythological couples ever because they have a beautifully, tragically poetic story: Orpheus is a musician, and Eurydice is his wife. The myths vary on exactly how, but Eurydice dies one day and Orpheus, fiercely grieving and unable to live without her, endeavors to go to the Underworld and bring her back (a feat no mortal has ever achieved). He plays music lamenting his loss as he descends into the Underworld, and it's so beautiful and moving that none of the monsters attack him, and even Persephone, the goddess of the dead, is moved by his love. Therefore, Hades and Persephone say that he can take Eurydice back with him to the living world--if he leads her up without ever once looking back to make sure she's really there.

Orpheus gets almost all the way to the top, the entire time nagged by the fear that she's not actually there, that the footsteps he hears are his imagination, and when he's almost at the entrance--he can see the sunlight--the temptation is too much and he looks back. Just in time to see her standing there, but he looked back and so she's lost to the Underworld once more. And then, in true mythological fashion, he cries himself to death by a river/lake (the details are a bit vague in my memory here 😆).

the last bit of the story (the ascent back to the world of the living with Eurydice behind him, and particularly the last look back) is referenced many times in literature throughout the ages bc it's such a powerful scene, and there's a lot of different interpretations on why he looked back--because he couldn't bear not to know if he had her a second longer, because he loved her too much, because he'd already passed into the real world and she hadn't, but he didn't realize and so it was a mistake etc etc.

they're deeply tragic, but one of my absolute favs because their entire story is shaped by the depth of their love for each other. There's a quote from a play about them by Sarah Ruhl that I adore bc several interpretations show Eurydice's forgiveness amongst her grief when she's taken back, because she knows he only turned bc he loved her.

Orpheus: How will you remember?

Eurydice: That I love you?

Orpheus: Yes.

Eurydice: That’s easy. I can’t help it.

Eurydice - Sarah Ruhl

that was probably a LOT longer of an explanation than you wanted lolll 😂 

i love them and they've got some major jily vibes--tell me James Potter wouldn't go the underworld for his wife, and his greatest flaw (and ultimate downfall) wouldn't be his love for her--and one day I'll write an actual, takes-place-in-ancient-greece, sticks-to-the-myth retelling of them as Orpheus and Eurydice! (gotta put my classics education to use somewhere 😌)

dear lily evans...i love you is canon compliant 7th year (ish. it’s a no voldemort au!) so it doesn’t have any of the actual storyline of the myth, but the vibes and emotion of Orpheus and Eurydice are definitely there! ❤️🥰

[kunosoura]

Do you have any thoughts on the Elden Ring endings?

oughgh yes... they've had some time to cool so they aren't as hot as a few months ago

The Age of Stars ending is like, far and away the one obviously intended to be the "true"/"good" ending. And like, mission success, I remember when I first beat the game (with that ending) it had a higher % clear rate than the frenzied flame achievement and the achievement for all four elden lord endings combined.

You can read a sort of buddhist theme to her ending, I think? removing the certainties of flesh, bringing in a night that reaches even beyond death and encompasses everything, as part of dismantling not just the Golden Order but the Elden Ring itself

The game heavily implies that her Dark Moon is yet another outer power though, which would instead paint the ending as yet another transition of power, like the giants and dragons before the golden order

I think this leaves it in this position of deliberate uncertainty - is this truly breaking the shackles to allow everyone to undergo their own spiritual journey? Or has the Moonlight that guided her lead the lands between right into its power?

Meanwhile,

The Elden Lord endings are the most normal ending-ass endings you could could concoct. They're almost a failstate, like you left the church intact, fail, cringe, etc. here's your throne. idiot.

The golden order ending especially like it is genuinely hilarious people call this the best ending. Were you paying attention? Marika gave everything to destroy the Golden Order so people could live free and you literally just rebuilt it and gave sole ownership to the power that violently claimed it through Marika and persecuted anyone and anything that deviated from its order. I think this is one part of the game GRRM influenced directly like Goldmask plays a nearly identical role to the High Sparrow.

For what it's worth, I do like the Duskborn ending. I like how it represents a sort of reconciliation within the order, bringing back in the souls who fell outside of its order of life and death, and relinquishing its immortal grip on people's souls. Unfortunately, everyone who supports this in game is kind of pathetic. (Maybe that's also a buddhist theme - criticizing people who abandon freedom and truth in lieu of simple release?)

The Despair ending is also kind of like this, where a point of stratification in the order (namely the Omen curse) is dissolved by virtue of spreading it to everyone, but the implications and imagery surrounding the path to this ending are so comically evil it almost feels like a punchline.

Last but not least, there's the Frenzied Flame ending.

This one is kind of exactly what it says - you destroy everything, and in doing so, destroy all the divisions. It is definitely a bad ending but it also kind of feels like a true ending, like the Age of Stars and unlike the Elden Lord endings.

I find the lament of both the sealed merchants and the three fingers compelling.. Like it isn't just an evil destroy the world ending. If you're paying attention, it's the ending about the pain and anger people left behind as power changes hands, on a cosmic scale, endlessly. It's the "Blessed is the Flame" ending.

It's also the only one that gives us any extra hints as to what tf melina's deal is. I still don't know really what melina's deal is.

hyetta eat grape.. yummmy lolll

I think it's easy to read it as an allegorical takedown of anarchism, where refusal to seize political power, instead trying to dismantle it, leads only to destruction, which would be disappointing. But that's kind of fringe? Now that I'm typing it out you could stretch the entire game into some sort of marxist-leninist message.

[pliskin]

Ok but like, heisn with cumflation + Ethan with a breeding kink is just 😳

I NEED THIS SO FUCKING BADLY

Ethan with a breeding kink is the hottest thing ever like.... w/e let’s get weird immediately but like ethan loves that heisen has birth-giving hips (HE DOES) n teases him like he’s perfect for giving rose a new sister/brother 😌😌 and fucking heisen constantly idk where this energy is coming from maybe an aphrodisiac but anyway... and heisen is totally fucked out of his mind by the way LOL I love the idea of him having less stamina than ethan when ethan’s really into it, so he’s just kind of listless while ethan keeps going till he stops and presses down on heisen’s bloated tummy and ethan’s cum just starts squelching out of him, for a lack of a better term it’s 2 am LOLLL, omg, it’s hot but I always lament that it’s unrealistic, maybe ethan can be wolfy tho 👀 and making sure heisen has his wolf pups....

Being gross again but heisen w the cumflated tum makes ethan say that’ll be what he looks like w pups 🚶‍♂️🚶‍♂️🚶‍♂️🚶‍♂️🚶‍♂️ I cannot be held responsible for what I say about this old man he was made for breeding

[crownshattered-moved]

|| DAMN i really want to redraw/edit the last few clips of that episode as my sisters’ and my reverse au....aoi stabbed in the chest and falling....gyutaro on the ground (would have to add a pic of ume also collapsed).....kaigaku yelling out and pushing nezuko out of danger as she reaches out to him and laments the fact that she still isn’t strong enough and has let more people die (as she believes at least LOLLL)

[old-hyper-super-clover]

Squeeze that bunny tail!

Part 1

Description: The RAD student council as well as the exchange students help out at a bar where, oops, the staff´s dress codes are those sweet bunny outfits that we all know and thirst for. The MCs, Violet and Clover, play a game of who can touch the most bunny tails over the evening without getting caught. Prepare for fluff, funny innuendos as well as my thirst over hot boys in bunny outfits.

The story is divided in several parts and will be updated every few days.

*I wrote this when the bunny UR+ cards first came out so there will be differences to the second event & their outfits

Story begins below the cut, have fun!

One fateful day, Diavolo had called his best friend Lucifer over to discuss a very urgent, utterly important matter...

"... A bar?" Lucifer repeated the prince's words.

"Yes!" Diavolo cheered.

"... And you want us to work there?"

"Yeah!"

"... Not only my brothers and me, but also all of the exchange students as well?"

"Strong yes! Barbatos and I will join, too."

"What? Are you sure? Should the prince of the Devildom really lower himself to such frivolous tasks?"

"Come on, Lucifer, it will be fun!"

Lucifer pressed out a deep sigh.

"... For you, perhaps... For me, it will be nothing but another day of babysitting a bunch of idiots..."

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When the group arrived in the newly opened but already renowned bar, lots of them gave amazed gasps.

"It's huge!" Clover called out.

"And real fancy, too..." Mammon said, a mischievous spark in his eyes.

Belphie noticed how his brother was already searching for the most expensive decoration and gave an annoyed sigh. "Mammon's having idiot thoughts again..."

"All of you" Lucifer called out to the demons and humans living in the House of Lamentation. "I expect great manner from all of you. Lord Diavolo kindly asked us to help out with the grand opening of his acquaintance's bar. As it is the first day the place is opened to the general public, the owners asked him to offer help, and here we are. I would like to say that every item that gets broken or gets STOLEN", he shot Mammon an obvious glare, "will be repaid out of your own wallet. Furthermore, I am making you aware that..."

He kept talking for an unknown (but awfully long) amount of time, until Diavolo would pull him out of his ranting.

"Lucifer, relax! This is a laid-back place, I am sure everyone will do just fine. After all, we also have our kind Angel and Human friends to help."

Asmodeus raised an eyebrow.

"Is Luke allowed to be here, though? It's an adult place, after all..."

"Wha-?!" Some angry Chihuahua noises escaped Luke´s mouth. "I'm not a child, you know! Of course I am allowed to work here, show some respect!"

Simeon next to him gave the small blond a pat on his head while trying to bring the conversation back on track.

"Thank you for inviting us, Diavolo. Shall we get started, then? We don't have much time left until the first customers arrive."

They got shown around the whole place.

It consisted of two floors to sit in or play all sorts of bar games, a dance hall and a giant kitchen, serving all sorts of treats to go along with the (mostly alcoholic) beverages to buy from one of the even more impressive bars.

"The place looks pretty tame, though" Asmo pointed out as they had finished the tour.

"You think?!" Violet blinked at him. "I think it's amazing..."

"Asmo..." Satan mumbled. "I am pretty sure the places where you are a regular at are simply a little... special."

Completely ignoring the implications in Satan´s words, Asmodeus went on to ask the owner about whether they had what he called "fun rooms", which, yes, are just what you think they are.

They had to drag him back so they could finally be introduced to their work schedule.

"The bar is opened until four in the morning" Barbatos explained. "We will be working in shifts to maintain our stamina..."

Slowly, everything important had been settled, and the first bunch was about to start their shift.

But...

Well...

All this was a happening planned with the mind of Sir Diavolo himself...

So of course it wouldn't end up being a normal evening. It never did.

Just as the group wanted to leave the kitchen-strategy-meeting, Diavolo called out to them.

"Behold!" he prompted. "Are you planning to go out looking like THIS?"

Lucifer raised an eyebrow, already alert at the smirk on his friend's face. "Oh no..."

Barbatos, who had shortly excused himself after explaining everything, entered the kitchen, now holding a piece of clothing in his hands.

"The waiters and waitresses at this pub are required a special working garment", Barbatos explained. "We have prepared suiting clothes in your respective sizes already."

"Cl...othes?" Violet dared to ask.

"Yes!" Diavolo beamed her a smile. "And after midnight, you change clothes once again. Those are a surprise, however, so you will have to be patient until then."

Solomon gave a contemplative hum.

"And... What are those garments, exactly?"

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"... Violet?"

"... Clover?"

"... Do you have bunny ears in your outfit set, too?"

"... Yeah."

Silence.

They stepped out of the women's toilet stalls, mustering each other.

A frilly short skirt, a pretty blouse, a cute bow tie, and two bunny ears as well as a matching bunny tail.

"... Looks pretty good, though" Clover mumbled. "A little embarrassing, but oh well..."

They checked their outfits for a little longer in the mirror, adjusting their clothes...

"To think they'd make us wear stuff like this", Violet said.

"Yeah... Like, are we supposed to serve customers like this? And look all weird, just the two of us?" Clover played around with her new pair of ears.

"Dunno..." Violet breathed as she checked her make up. “I bet the boys will think we look…” she stopped.

Realisation hit them.

"Violet."

"Clover."

They dashed out of the bathroom.

And opening the door, they saw...

Bunny boys.

Ten of them, right there, in those... With those... Looking so…

Violet suppressed a squeal while Clover was hiding a heavy blush.

But there was no time to recover from this critical hit.

Already having spotted them, Asmodeus was bouncing towards them, his frilly, pretty revealing blouse swaying around his curves.

"Waah, you girls are bunnies, too~!"

He began to inspect them thoroughly, also pulling the attention of the other males towards them.

But with all the damn nice snacks around, the girls had troubles focussing on only Asmo as he continued to squeal something.

"Whyyyy do we have to do thiiiisss..." Levi groaned, visibly uncomfortable in his butler bunny suit.

Lucifer (very stunning view btw, chef's kiss) crossed his arms in a sigh.

"You heard Lord Diavolo... It seems to be common practice in this local to dress like this... But I'm starting to regret agreeing to help out..."

A hand gently placed on Lucifer's shoulder.

"Oh, come on, Lucy" Simeon smiled, brown bunny ears reaching out of his hair. "I think this suits you very well. You look cute."

This only pulled a greater sigh out the demon's throat, but he wasn't allowed to keep this frown any longer, as Diavolo and Barbatos joined the group soon after.

To the group's surprise, both of them were in similar suits as well.

"Wow, all of you look stunning!" Diavolo wore a big grin. "I knew it was a great idea to suggest a dress code!"

"That was your idea?!" Luke pouted, having whatever trouble with his costume (which btw was designed to be distinctively less... sexy than all of the other suits, don´t worry about the angel child). His floppy rabbit ears looked adorable, but it only added to the impression that he shouldn't be here, serving alcohol for the next hours...

"Of course", Diavolo cheered. "They say good-looking staff makes more profit, and I want this evening to be a success."

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"I heard the place was designed to imitate a classic bar from the human world."

Initiating a conversation, Satan was preparing glasses at the bar together with Violet, Clover and a few of his brothers.

"Is it normal for the staff to look like this in the human world?" he asked, quite amused to watch the girls' bunny ears bounce with their movements. "Not that I'm complaining... I just figured you must know."

"... You´re asking US? Do we look like we party a lot?" Clover mumbled.

Violet gave a shrug. "It's kind of a... Classic costume to go with, but I don't think it's really that common with humans, too."

The demon gave a nod, then excused himself as Levi was calling for him on the other side of the bar.

And now that the girls had some time for themselves again, they could finally let out their inner fangirls.

Basically just giving weird noises, exchanging a few completely out of context words that only two minds speaking the same language of stupid could understand, they gushed about all the males surrounding them.

"Clover oh my god I-" Violet whispered in a gasp. "I love the tails."

"And the ears" Clover agreed.

"And the vests."

"The bow ties."

"But the fluffly TAiLs oh myyy..."

"Lolll I bet you wanna squish them-"

"YEEssssSSSSS..."

Afraid someone might notice, they tried calming down. But as if the universe was trying to keep them agitated, Beel happened to pass by, stopping next to them to organise the bottles in the display shelves behind them.

The girls turned, mustering the male...

Suddenly, Violet's expression curled into a sly grin, thinking of the huge crush Clover had on Beelzebub. She leaned in on Clover to whisper in her ear.

"Squeeze his tail..."

Clover's eyes widened as she started to blush.

"What?! No..." she whispered back.

"I know you want to~", Violet continued to purr in amusement.

"Sh-shut up...!" Clover grumbled.

"Come ooon..."

"Y-you do it if you're so tough...!", Clover pouted.

Her friend only gave a shrug, stepping closer to the demon as she nonchalantly reached for the bunny tail attached to his pants.

Of course, Beel noticed her presence.

"Violet?" he blinked in surprise, but apparently did not register how Violet pulled her arm back immediately.

She shot him a smile.

"Hey, Beel, could you... hand me that bottle in the upper shelf? Asmo said he needed it over there."

"Sure."

And as the male reached for the bottle, Violet took the chance to squeeze that fluffy pompom.

"Thanks" she cheered, then went to grab Clover to disappear from the scene of crime.

Violet couldn't quite wipe the victorious grin off her face.

Clover on the other hand...

"I hate everything", she pouted.

"You should have just went for it" Violet laughed. "It's like this game we used to play in the human world when everyone is wearing hats with pompoms during winter. Just that here, it’s a bunny tail that you had to squish.”

"But..." Clover sulked, like always sad that she wasn´t brave enough to do what Violet asked her to do.

So Violet mustered her friend...

Then, an idea hit her.

"You know what, actually?" Violet said. "I dare you to squish a tail."

Clover made a weird sound.

"What?! Nooo... You know I'm awkward..."

"And let's make it a game!"

"... Are you even listening to me?"

Apparently, she wasn´t.

"Whoever manages to squeeze the most bunny tails wins -- without the person noticing, of course." Violet was grinning from ear to ear.

Clover gave a big sigh.

"... The tails from either of the boys?" She finally gave in.

"Yeah, let's."

"... Would you voluntarily go up to your crush Lucifer and risk your life?"

Violet's face turned into a conflicted blush.

"I..." she mumbled in an unconvincing shrug. "Maybe...?"

"They should have different difficulty levels", Clover suggested. "Giving different amounts of points,, depending on how difficult we consider the squeeze-ability of a tail."

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Don't ask how or why... (And how they found the time to come up with this madness)

But in the end, the two girls had invented a game to keep them entertained for the next couple of hours.

They came up with a plan for the "bunny tail squeeze point distribution":

1 point: Beel, Belphie, Simeon, Levi (+), Asmo (+)

2 points: Mammon, Satan (+), Barbatos, Luke (V)

3 points: Lucifer, Solomon, Diavolo, Luke (C)

"The plus stands for a potential to increase in points, as those three are a little difficult to analyse. We'll count it depending on the situation and their wariness..." Clover concluded as she showed Violet the notes she had taken on a beer coaster. "And Luke's on there twice because I'm a fucking giraffe and get a bonus point if I can reach that Chihuahua’s tail. And thaaat... Would be all."

Violet squealed in excitement.

"Great, then let's go!"

Clover gave a last sigh, knowing what difficulties she'd have with this.

"This is SO going to end in some disaster..."

[atopearth]

Ikemen Revolution Part 11 - Oliver Knight Route

Lmao, I know Oliver is supposed to be intimidating with him saying that the heroine should compensate him for his broken invention with her body since she broke it, but I just found it so hilarious that because he's in the form of a child, the heroine just thinks he's weird and saying things he doesn't know the real meaning of hahahah. It's kinda cute how he just told her to clean hahaha, but she is a kid to him so it's understandable hahaha. I like how she'll become his assistant, I think that will be fun and the best way for them to bond~ Is Oliver a tsundere? Haha, it was cute how he was worried about her safety coming here as an assistant. Wow, Mousse looks pretty good looking! Lmao when he straightforwardly said she's exactly his type, like dang, you sure made that judgement fast. Hey! It's pretty cool how not only is Oliver an inventor, but he also makes extravagant and interesting hats!

I guess it's pretty cute how she's bonding daily with kid Oliver, getting to know how he is when he's happily creating his hats and inventions, and then when she's in trouble at night, adult Oliver comes to save her, and she gets to know how cool this version is. It's kinda funny how she doesn't connect the dots that they're actually the same person, but I guess that cluelessness and naivety is rather cute. Lmaoo when she asked kid Oliver whether the adult one was his father hahahah, she deserved the flick on her forehead hahaha. The monster teacher guy looks pretty cute~ I love how when Oliver forced her into being a volunteer teacher for the day, the thing she decided to teach them was playing and singing along with the London Bridge is falling down song that Oliver always sings when he's in a good mood hahaha. I feel as silly as the heroine to not realise that Oliver actually came from the Land of Reason as well! HAHAHA when she thought he was the first Alice🤣🤣🤣 It's saddening but understandable that Oliver wouldn't want to go back if there's no one there waiting for him. Legit wheezing at how arrogant yet confident Jonah is in winning the heroine over with a date lolll. Love how Jonah got a chance to do the "save the damsel in distress from dodgy people trying to con her into paying compensation money for their made up injury" and yet her heart didn't swoon and only made her have a more positive impression of him instead haha. It was the best when Oliver shoved the umbrella (that Blanc forced him to take to give to the heroine since it was going to rain) between their faces when Jonah wanted to kiss her lol. Honestly though, it's pretty hilarious how Oliver was the one who called her a kid all this time, yet he's the one to fall for her first.

As expected, the heavy downpour got Oliver sick with a cold~ It's kinda cute how much more vulnerable and honest he is when he's sick haha. Dum is an... interesting guy I guess lol. Anyway, nice to see Oliver show his thankfulness to the heroine for caring for him, it's nice to see how much he's warmed up to her. I felt Oliver's pain when he felt powerless having to watch Lancelot take the heroine away right in front of him. It's interesting that it's the first time he's ever lamented being stuck in the body of a child though. Anyway, now that Oliver is going to rescue her, and he doesn't want to tell the Black Army about it yet because it might cause a war, maybe we'll finally get to see the heroine realise that Oliver is actually an adult haha. Is Dalim the black robe guy actually Dum? Or the teacher guy? I kinda forgot what they looked like haha. Well, damn, adult Oliver looks great without the hat! I love how cute Oliver and the heroine are bickering with each other, mostly with him teasing her but it's just so adorable and wholesome haha. I loved how Oliver just moved his whole workshop to the Black Army headquarters so that the heroine wouldn't feel lonely, sad or bored, well technically, he'd feel that too but you know! It's nice that she's finally realised Oliver is the Mad Hatter though. I think the sweetest thing was when he said that he's going to focus on anti-magic weaponry now and won't make anything else until he's done with it, because this is the best way for him to protect her (like he told Kyle he would when he took her back from the Red Army). Honestly, I was so touched. Mainly because Oliver knows what he's best at, so he's utilising what he has to make something that he can make to protect her in the way that he can. I love it!

LMAO at Oliver and Blanc's first meeting in London. Blanc stepped on his own glasses and couldn't see, and seeing how clumsy Blanc was breaking it and thinking rocks were his glasses, Oliver said to him "I can't fix your brain, but I can repair those glasses for you" haahahah. It's so like Oliver to say that lol. I'm surprised Oliver was bored with making hats and stuff for the royal family etc, I would have thought creativity for crazy and fun hats would be rampant haha, I guess maybe the fact that it was for royalty instead limited the creativity. Anyway, lol at Blanc always dropping his pocket watch causing people to run after him and drop into Cradle! It just seems that unlike the heroine, Oliver didn't get the best newbie experience to a new world. How terrible that the moment he arrived in this world, he got captured by the people in the tower and got used as a specimen to experiment on, and that's how he's become like this... But I guess something good came out of it, which was that he was able to truly allow his creativity to fly in this world and invent whatever he liked without being restrained by his family or his customers.

I really loved how honest Oliver was when he said that he would miss the heroine once she goes back to London. And omgggg! The heroine was too clueless to get it, but it was really nice to see Oliver actually honestly tell her that he doesn't want to just be friends with her! To be fair though, I can see why the heroine wouldn't take the clue, Oliver has never really been exactly honest and straightforward with his feelings until now, so she's always felt that she was probably more bothersome to him when in actuality, he really enjoys her company lol. Aww that was so sweet! I love how Oliver said the heroine's idea of having flowers come out instead of that weird smoke that makes you meow (lmao) for the magic cancelling hat he was making was cliche, but in the end he decided to make it and even demonstrated it to her and the Black Army. I love how he's really listening to her properly and wants her to be happy. LMAO at the option to lift kid Oliver up to get a box, I can just imagine his reaction hahaha. To be honest, I do actually find it rather endearing that the child body never really bothered Oliver until now. I guess it's true though, I'm sure there were minor inconveniences for him, but never something enough for Oliver to think that he really needed to get his body back, until he fell in love with the heroine. Since he wants to be together with her, naturally he'll have to be the adult version because she can't be with a little kid lol, but I just find it really cute and amusing how her existence made him realise how much Oliver has probably been more tolerating his child body rather than liking it. Lmao, it's so cute how Oliver made four of those anti-magic hats and surrounded the heroine's bed with it to protect her from Lancelot etc ahahahah, it's good but so silly! I totally agree with Seth though, I can imagine how hideous it would be lol! But, I also agree with the heroine, seeing the hats really makes you feel how much Oliver wants to keep her safe. I love how even though Oliver makes the weirdest things, he has great style and really knows what suits the heroine best. I love how he added a flower as a corsage to her dress to really highlight her bright and cheerful self. I also find it really endearing how much he teases her. Okay, I knew she would look beautiful, but that CG with the heroine in her dress holding on to Oliver's arm was so beautiful!! The dress was pretty and the flower corsage was crazy big but the bright contrast against the dark green dress really made it look so good on her! I'm impressed haha! I loved their interaction as well, it's so true though, Oliver did say he wasn't coming to the party as a kid, but he never said he wouldn't come as an adult hahaha. Initially, I thought it was annoying that Oliver kept calling the heroine a dummy, but I have to admit, I find it rather endearing and affectionate now hahaha. I really love them together so much!

Nice to know that Amon wants revenge on the Land of Reason for whatever reason he has. Didn't realise that people from there can dispel magic? Does that mean Oliver and everyone else can do the same thing the heroine does? And that's why Amon is researching this magic so that he can render people like the heroine useless and then take over? I'm glad that the heroine was able to talk to Oliver's father and realise the sadness that accompanied a lot of what Oliver said. He likes Cradle, but at the same time, he loves his father even if his father's priorities had changed. I'm sure he wants his father to remember that passion he once had towards making quirky hats that made people smile rather than always just worrying about the reputation of the store and making normal boring hats. They must both feel bad that their last conversation ended in an argument... Omgg, I love how Oliver stitched on the hat he gifted her a message telling her to wait for him because he'll be there soon! How sweet! He really does everything at his own pace and without telling anyone though, just like how he decided to take the heroine's place at the magic tower so they won't go after her etc. He really needs to think about himself more! Hahaha omg, when Dalim talked about how on the day Oliver arrived, he knocked Oliver unconscious and made him drink the test potion of retrogression magic but then couldn't witness the effects of it because of Blanc coming to interfere, I couldn't help but think of Detective Conan LOL, I mean, they're both forced to drink something, they both turn into kids, it's just that Oliver only changes into one during the day haha. Now that Dalim is talking about how the effects on Oliver are weird and that it might be because something within Oliver caused the magic to take effect, I wonder if it's because Oliver cherishes his childhood as being the most precious time for him and what he would like to go back to?

I find it really cute how because of the heroine, Oliver thinks that maybe a normal life isn't so bad if she's in it with him, whereas for the heroine, she used to appreciate that "mundane" and simple life she had in London in itself, but after meeting Oliver, she found that a life with a bit of extraordinary stuff like Oliver isn’t too bad and kinda is what she wants in her life too. They both provide each other that little spark they both need in their lives imo. It was pretty hilarious when Oliver kept kissing the heroine in his child form, he knew it would make her uncomfortable lmao, he's such a tease🤣 But I guess after accepting all this and finding love with her, he can finally break free~ It's corny how they say it was the power of love that broke the spell, but I think it's more like, it was through his love for her that he learnt to accept his childhood that made him return to being an adult imo. Hahaha, I loved how Oliver's inventions made the battle against the magic tower so much more easier and funnier lol. Ohh, the pocket watch Blanc has is a gift from the original Alice! Aww okay, the power of love thing to break Oliver's spell was only temporary! Guess that's understandable and logical though haha. It was so sweet how adult Oliver so naturally held her in his arms to warm her up after her shower (since she's only wearing his shirt as PJs), like dang, my heart. I'm not surprised by Oliver's "other secret", but I guess I never really thought about the idea that the passage of time for his body has stopped as well, since he doesn't age and his body doesn't change or grow at all, everything just resets every time he turns into a child or something. Omggg, Oliver smothering the heroine with his love in the romantic ending is so cute hahaha, he's so honest about it in front of others too lol! I actually found it pretty funny and cute how they kinda reenact their first meeting, with the heroine breaking his invention again, but this time, the paying back with her body isn't really just cleaning it up anymore lol. Well, as expected, the reason Oliver changes into his child form is because he wants to escape reality and his work in London. I find it really interesting how he changes at 6am in the morning which was when he used to start work in London, and then changes into an adult at 6pm in the evening because that's when he used to finish work. And the reason why he can kinda control it now and change into an adult more often is because he's much more okay with the idea of going back to London at times, although he does really enjoy Cradle as well, so his form fluctuates. I actually really like how the heroine wasn't able to fix his curse and instead vows to help him fix it one day, whilst challenging him that in the future, she'll be the one to tease him and be more mature than him haha. They're both so cute.

Overall, I think I love Oliver lol! Initially, I was so disappointed that the new route was Oliver's, but after playing it, omg, it might be my new favourite! Maybe because Oliver is so cute but cool at the same time?! You get the cuteness from the child form and the coolness from the adult form! To be fair, you probably see the child form more, but I find Oliver really fun. He's a natural tease, pretty blunt and probably calls the heroine a dummy too much, but it's honestly endearing how he smiles so much towards the silliness of the heroine. I also love how they bonded daily by working together, sharing tea and food together and they just feel so natural to be together. I also love how he's not a fighter, so he knows how weak he is when it comes to combat, but he excels in his inventions and uses that to protect the heroine. I found the route so fun and refreshing even if it explored the usual stuff like him warming up to her etc, but it was done in a way I really enjoyed because even though he tried his best to not show it, you could really see after a while how soft he was towards her, and how much he got used to her being there with him, and how much it unexpectedly affected him. It's also really cute how honest he is about his feelings. I also really enjoyed Oliver's background story to his curse and how the heroine factors into it by providing him the ordinary bit in his "madness" towards hats etc, and how he realises that ordinary isn't bad at all, whereas the heroine understands that a little madness in falling in love with such a guy isn't too crazy after all. It was just so cuteeee the whole way through~🥰