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gogolstoelicker · 2 days ago

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Hii saw ur shenhe! reader fic and really liked how its written is it ok to do a igninihyde + diasomnia with raiden ei like reader? 🥹

Ignihyde + Diasomnia with Raiden Ei!MC

a/n: random but i dont have any motivation to play genshin until i saw albedo came back😍🙏 also i lowk forgot how i used to write these

Due to your dedication to eternity, you're wary to the idea of a change. However, you show curiosity rather than disdain when it comes to new things.

Having lost many of your of your loved ones over the centuries, you're driven by a fear of further lost. Even when you locked yourself in Plane of Euthymia, you could not truly escape loneliness.

Idia:

who told this clown to overblot w all those high tech stuff💀⁉️ cause one zap of lightning n hes out like a light

"game... set..." "🌩⛈️⚡️⛈️🌩"

u didnt even let him finish n the entire thing blue screens😔

honestly he cant even get mad at u. its fair, who even waits for their enemies to finish talking before they strike anyway??

thats how he ended up w bandages but thankfully they have all the latest technologies to cure him fast

he found it kinda funny how little you know about technologies

u self isolated?? yeah he could tell😂

but since he gave u a tv, he cant let it go to waste just bcs u dont kno how technologies worked

so, unfortunately, he needs to explain everything to u one by one

the only problem is that he underestimated how much a boomer u r

his explanations is fine, u can catch a few things

but when he starts using one of his lil slangs.... hooboy

"ROFL cant believe someone so op is THIS clueless abt basic stuffs" "ruholf???????? ou pee???? what???" "oh geez..."

visuals of ortho, u and idia in that living room

unsurprisingly, he understands how u feel at the loss of ur twin sibling. i mean, he did lose his younger brother

he sympathise w u a lot on that part id say🤔cause like u self isolate after ur sibling's passing?? he pretty much isolate himself after his brother's passing too

so like dont worry bro🙏🙏he might not comfort u (he cant even make eye contact w u without breaking a sweat) but he'll tell u some of his coping mechanisms

Ortho:

hides his snacks from u cause ur ass gobbles down any sweets😔he doesnt want to go buy smth from the vending machines cause u took everything of his

ur supplier

by that, i meant he supplies sweets n desserts for u

it started as him saying sorry for all the bs that happened but then it turns into a lil habit

also hes ur translator if someone like idia or cater starts using one of their youngsters slangs

he gave u the full definition completed w examples whenever u asked🙏one of these days u might even start using the slangs!!

omg meemaw tryna be hip😢dont hurt em now!!

"whats cooking ortho? i hope youre not having a skibidi day😊" "oh geez😨" man they rlly r brothers😔

he tries to fight off the cringe whenever u start trying out the slangs but never tried to stop u

go uh... you!!😔dont mind the fact that hes cancelling noises rn....

idk if he needs to charge but in case he does, youre there🙏youre his emergency, portable charger

Malleus:

kind of like a powerbank

honestly hes very sympathetic abt ur loses n why youve pulled away from society + afraid of changes bcs of it

hes one of the dudes actively encouraging you

he invites u to hangouts (w idia) so u could explore the world n see what youve been missing out on

dont worry abt money bro hes here🙏if u want to try that new looking sweet out, just go take it, he'll help u pay for it!!

Lilia:

he was out on his usual late night walks, u were there on ur usual late night meditation

after that it turns into an everyday thingy

time is kinda weird for the both of u since ur both immortal n have lived for a very long time, so malleus sleeps late bcs of it while u dont need to sleep tbh

sometimes u would join him on his walks, sometimes he would join u to meditate

it turns from that to u joining his club meetings from time to time

u guys would wonder around campus to find gargoyles n he would explain them to u while u much on some dango n nodding ur head

u picked up very quickly on the differences between a gargoyle n a grotesque, much to his delight

since u could forge weapons n have tried ur hands in creating things, youre more than happy to join him in his little activity of making a gargoyle

u gave one of that to him for his birthday btw

u swear, the sun was shining much more brightly for the next week after

honestly, he wasnt aware u didnt kno how to cook

so when he saw lilia n u in the kitchen, he thought nothing of it

"maybe mc is trying to stop lilia🤔" oh how wrong he was

victim #1 of eating that thing u called food

after that, he tried to ban the two of u from using the kitchen

n honestly, since the both of u r quite isolated, its like a learning process for the two of u abt the outside world

since its a learning process for the two of u, u guys decided to always invite each other out on little outings to just basically enjoy the changes and familiarise urselves w the world

its the both of ur lil adventure!!😈😈lilia sneaked photos of the two of u btw (he showed it once u guys r back)

also who says u cant strike down a dragon during his overblot?? youve striked down a giant snake before and split islands, this is nothing to u⚡️🤛💪

he dragged u to the kitchen one time cause he thought it would be funny

he excused it as smth smth to help u get used to changes smth smth

"but i dont know how to cook..😥" "fear not!! i shall be your coach!"

cue the both of u burning the kitchen down (and almost the entire school) with ur lil chef hats

it was then presented later to the three usual victims, who r all fighting back tears (grim ran away before yall could make him try💀)

if lilias cooking was bad, then coupled w urs, its horrendous. the worst of the worst. they can even see smth twitching in the food😥n is that a smoke coming out of it in the shape of a skull????😨

the both of u looked kinda proud so no one was able to say anything (sacrifices were made) (n its in the form of the diasomnia's toilet)

u r both old old, so u got along pretty well despite the personality differences

any of the three sat w u guys n here goes peepaws w their "back in my days..." stories

in a way, u guys could understand each other a lot

he lost his friends, u lost ur friends. he witnessed the horrors of war, u witnessed the horrors of war

so like, u guys could understand n comfort each other better than anyone else🤔

he understands its hard to accept the loss you've faced, n he fully encourages u to get out of ur shell more now that youre trying to face n accept changes

he would even pull u to the light music club so u could try little things n maybe expand ur interests

speaking of, he tried to make u some dango after u mentioned in passing how much u liked it

Silver:

do NOT consume it or u might actually have to replace ur teeth💀🙏 his food comes w special effects

u?? barely noticed him

he would be asleep in random places n u would just step aside n continue walking to ur destination without a second thought

if he looked injured u wouldve stopped but he looked so peaceful so u just 🤷‍♀️ n walked off

sometimes when u wanted to have some alone time, he would be there in the forest or batony garden or whatever

honestly hes very peaceful to be around so u dont rlly mind his presence much

n honestly u enjoyed the animals that would surround him

u would absentmindedly pet them as u much away

whenever he saw lilia drag u into the kitchen again, alarms starts blaring in his head

like "is that... FATHER N MC?? IN THE KITCHEN??🚨🚨🚨"

hes convincer #1 in trying to get u guys to GET OUT n leave those kitchen equipments alone

"guys we're all not hungry do not worry. pls put the pans down. put the chicken down too. no NO"

he doesnt even know how lilia roped u into this

cause u used to be like "i cant cook😢" and now youre all like "maybe i can cook🤔(no)"

he very much invited u to join him n sebek to train together

youre strong as hell n he would like to improve himself in any way he can to be a better knight

he very much understands why u turned the way u r after ur loses and tries to give u words of encouragement

kinda uses the training together as an excuse to have u go out more n interact w people

Sebek:

youre thunder, hes thunder HELP.

his unique magic wont work w u around. literally one word n his magic is gone since you quite literally control every single thunder there is

his face when u striked malleus down😔

like he wants to stop u cause hey!! thats his lord but at the same time like hm🤔malleus does need help atm

hes VERY conflicted abt it n it is why hes just making faces n letting u do whatever

honestly youre pretty much his 2nd mentor by now😭

like youre so strong, u can control lightning at will n u defended ur nation before?? yeah youre helping him w training

he tries to spar w u from time to time so he can see the areas he needs improvements in

also victim #3 as ur n lilias food testers

he almost passed out btw pls feel sorry for him

he wouldve said smth but like 😭he respects lilia so much, n youve very much earned his respect too so he cant just?? say the food is ass when yall prepared it

so he just swallows it down while making faces LMFOAOAOAOA

"y yes... this is... very good!!" he says, trying his hardest not to hurl

he then absolutely destroyed the toilet after

also he tries to limit ur sweet intakes

"isnt this ur 10th dango?? n its just morning!!" "but desserts!!🥺" "NO BUTS"

starts a lecture abt how youll ruin ur teeth n upset ur stomach

u w ur replacing teeth argument

he was MORTIFIED btw. never speak of those words to him ever again

hes kinda awkward when u told him abt ur past n allat n how youre pretty much trying to change after u realised how much ur actions impacted ppl

very loud abt his encouragement but also isnt sure if he had said the right thing to u LMFOAOAOA

"BUT U TRIED UR VERY BEST TO CHANGE !! N U ONLY DID WHAT U DID CAUSE U CARE!! YOURE VERY STRONG N AMAZING!!"

^his word ECHOES btw thats how loud he was

he means well dw</3

#twst wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #idia shroud #malleus draconia #ortho shroud #lilia vanrouge #silver #silver vanrouge #sebek zigvolt #diasomnia #ignihyde

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littlemissmentallyunstable · 2 days ago

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CHAPTER ONE

⋆˚࿔ Flaire Lockshot 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

District 4 smelt like fish and salt and sea air. It made sense, of course, seen as it was the district of fishing produce, still it didn't make me like it anymore. It was hotter than Eight here, but not so hot as Ten or Eleven, where my skin easily burnt and peeled from just the few hours I was exposed to the sun.

Before every victory speech I was required to meet with the previous victor of that particular district, it was a ritual of sorts that I had to participate in. Though it didn't excite me in the slightest for my next visit where I'd have to be face to face with Finnick Odair.

I didn't rate Finnick one bit. I'd remembered watching his games when I was just thirteen. He was the youngest to ever win it, absolutely lethal, but cocky as hell. Of course the Capitol loved it, threw themselves right at the damn floor just to watch him thrive but it only disgusted me. Arrogance was not a trait I admired, in fact it got under my skin very much so. From all the footage I'd seen he seemed all too calm and confident for my liking. Someone who'd just murdered with any sort of morality doesnt waltz around the way he did. Or maybe I was just jealous he carried himself so well. Either way I'd decided that Finnick and I weren't going to get along, no matter what.

Besides I'd killed his tributes. Both. In my defence they'd come at me together with weapons of their own, the only thing I could do to save myself was steal their last breaths. Still, the guilt of a death never leaves in, in defence or not. A murder was a murder was a murder. And my hands forever felt stained with blood no one else can see. They would call me mad for years to come as I scraped at my cracked skin trying to clean the invisible thick red torment that had become a tattoo to remind me of my great crimes.

"Don't you just love the sea," Amaryllis sighed, clasping her hands of her chest as she watched the great mass of blue from the window, "I wish we had more places like this is the Capitol, it's so dull there. There are only a few synthetic beaches, you know."

My teeth ground against one another and it took everything in me not to bite back an offended response about the starving children in my home district and so many others that would give a right arm just for a decent meal and wouldn't even be able to dream of complaining about a synthetic beach. But Amaryllis meant no harm and would never understand even if I'd tried to explain it to her, so I clamped my mouth shut. Yet again.

"Remember Flaire," she cooed to me, "you must respect Mr Odair. Don't say anything too offensive or rude. Upsetting him means upsetting the Capitol, which brings shame to the great Panem and President Snow himself."

'Great' wasn't a title I'd give Panem, nor is 'President' to a man such as Snow, but again I found myself a little helpless. So instead I silently wondered what kind of things might upset a man such as Finnick Odair. I'd killed both of his tributes, surely if he was going to be upset with me he already would be.

I nodded to acknowledge my escort but wondered if Amaryllis really knew what she was saying. She was often so wrapped up in her frills and ruffles that she couldn't even comprehend the reality of the situation of those outside the Capitol.

The train came to a smooth halt, almost making me miss the way our trains in Eight would throw us across the wooden carriage with an ear splitting screech. My brother and I used to have a game to see who could withstand the jolt, though almost always we'd both end up tumbling to the floor in our failure. My fingers found themselves at the lobe of my ear, subconsciously playing with the stone earring he had snagged from the factory and saved away for mine and my sister's birthdays. I been gifted a pale white and she'd gotten a pair that was barely tinted pink. We'd pierced them together, at the same time for eachother and never taken them out since. The smoothness of the surface had always been a comfort for me, it reminded me of home, it wasn't the Capitol's fancy jewellery, it was harboured purely from my district's earth. The white stone seemed to be the only constant in my life, the only solid thing I could rely to always be there, everything else was far too upside down.

The two of us stepped out of the train, Amaryllis and I. Clo waved us a goodbye, muttering something about the smell of fish lingering in her freshly styled hair, though I didn't pay much attention to it as I was too focused on the sky. It was a blend of so many different colours, like an artist had covered their canvas in water and then blotted bold dyes all over it, that had seeped into onto another yet still held their own beauty. Oranges and yellows, tints of reds and hues of pinks and the faintest of purples. It was if the sky had decided to bleed this morning, like it’d gotten too tired of the world it was gazing down upon and had asked the stars to stab through it’s prettiest phases so they’d all melt into something people would finally step back a notice. Beauty was pain I supposed.

If I were to live any dream it would be to dance to a sad violin with this colourful sky behind me. My feet begged me to at least sway to the sound of the ocean’s waves hitting the rocks at the shore, but I couldn’t bring myself to. I hadn’t danced in too long. Instead, my eyes just devoured the sky, like a starved child greedily lapping up everything it was given until it was ill from it. I stared until my ears burned with dampness.

"Oh I would just die to have a dress made in this colour, wouldn't you?" Amaryllis giggle from beside me, the glitter painted on her cheeks glistening as the light hit them.

"No," I murmured quietly, "but I would like to see a sky like this again."

"District Four is known for this, you know," she replied, "they call it somesta sollencini, the rise of the sun that brings the world's colour."

A beautifully poetic name for a beautifully poetic sight. So for a moment, I stared at the rise of the sun and all of the colours it had brought, allowing myself to smile.

‧.⋆✮⋆.‧

I made a slow way to victors' village. It was bigger than the one in Eight, more houses but that didn't necessarily mean people lived in them. Still, I was sure District Four would have more victors than we had back home. The houses were the colour of sand and made from gritty, uneven stone that made them look older than they were. A few houses had seashell mosaics on the side and a few had fishing mesh instead. I walked up to the door I'd been instructed to arrive at and stood behind it, trying to work up the energy to knock it. I stalled staring at the paintwork until I forced my hand to the smoothed and shined wood and gave it two sharp raps with my fist.

The door swung open and revealed my host. His face was mostly the same as the one I remembered seeing on my screen all but three years ago, only now his eyes were a little darker, cheeks a little hollower and jaw more prominent. His ocean eyes roamed me with no discretion, amply gazing at my every aspect. The wind ran its fingers through his blonde soft waves that struck bright against his smooth tanned skin, he looked almost ethereal with a beauty that shouldn’t exist in normal people.

He raised a sharp eyebrow, flicking his eyes towards the door, "took you a while to knock."

Finnick Odair. His voice was spun silk, a smooth, even sound. I understood why people would like it but I didn't share their opinion. It was too polished and sweetened, like a medicine nectar, one drop too much and it becomes deadly.

"Then why did you wait?" I asked dryly.

He smirked, feeling satisfied with something I couldn't place my finger on yet, "patience is a virtue," he shrugged.

"Now I know why no one commented on your humour," I responded, not waiting to be invited in and instead stepping inside, brushing past Finnick swiftly.

The faster we conversed, the faster this would be over with. I could give my speech in their square, get back on the train, repeat at the remaining three districts then the Capitol and then I could finally go home. I could see my sister, my mother...

"Ouch, darling, that one hurt," he said, a grin still plastered on his face.

I nearly choked on my own spittle as it caught harshly in the back of my throat but composed myself. I whipped my head around, unimpressed, "darling?"

"Like it?" he mused, his calm attitude irking me.

"No," I replied swiftly, making my way into his kitchen. If he wanted to play it bold, I could match that. We’d played the same game before and I wasn’t intimidated to match him. So I began to analyse the area to get a better judge of his character.

Everything seemed to be reasonably neat, dishes in a glass show cabinet all perfectly lined up, countertops completely clear apart from the usual kitchen utensils for the richer districts. I tried not to look to intrigued by the toaster, I’d never seen one in real life before. There were no cups in the sink or crumbs on the floor, no sight of mess or mayhem, everything was in perfect order. Which meant it wasn’t at all. I presumed if I opened a cupboard or drawer, that wasn’t glass display one, I'd find things mismatched and thrown into place. Things that seem perfect on the outside are almost never perfect on the inside, it’s too impossible of a standard, there’s cracks in every smooth shine you just need to know where to look for them.

"Are you enjoying the analysis of my living space?" he drawled, working my motives out far too fast for my liking.

He was quick, I’d give him that. But just that.

"Look can we just get this over with," I asked, folding my arms tightly across my chest.

He sighed outwardly, "you looked so sweet on camera."

I scoffed, "well you and I both know whatever they show on camera is probably the furthest thing from the truth that there is."

"Careful," he warned, eyes flitting around, "little ears are everywhere."

I clamped my mouth shut, something sinking into the pit of my stomach. Each time I swallowed my saliva it felt like glue. What I'd said wasn't a revelation of any sort nor was it a rebel act but it was calling out the Capitol, calling out Snow. Maybe I’d gotten too cocky after the games, my thoughts too wild. My mother had always taught me how to keep myself contained but once you’ve hunted for blood like a monster, it was hard to forget the scent. But surely it wouldn't cost me. I tried to convince myself of that as I shook the pooling pit of nauseating anxiety stirring in the pit of my stomach.

Finnick's eyes slowly trailed me up and down, for the second time in the barely ten minutes I’d been with him for, and for some obscure reason my cheeks were suddenly filled with blood and became all flushed and pink, "nice getup,” he nodded towards my dress, a sarcastic grin plastered on those sweet lips.

"As if I chose it," I said, bitterly.

"I meant it as a compliment," he flashed a very boyish smile, one that I could imagine women far too old for him being incredibly flattered by.

My eyes clung to him for a moment too long. I saw his appeal. The tousled blonde waves, those alluring sea green eyes and a lean, tall figure. But I couldn't afford to fall for the appeal, not that I wanted to anyway.

"You're a shameless liar," I deadpanned.

"So you're the infamous Flaire Lockshot," he said, making my name sound worthy of a title, as if I wasn't a murderer, "to be honest you're shorter than I imagined, makes you way less scary."

I scowled, our height difference bothering me more than it was a few seconds ago, "and you're even more of a conceited peacock than I thought."

"But I haven't even started talking about myself yet," he teased with an exaggerated pout that stirred my urge to punch him.

"Don't bother," I bit back, forgetting everything Amaryllis said about being nice. I was tired, exhausted of this victory tour and all my forged smiles and laughs. The mask had to crack at some point and if that meant lashing out at a self-entitled “darling” of the Capitol then he'd just have to deal with it.

"And why's that?" he smiled, looking so irritatingly amused it made something in me scream to do something violent.

"Because I'll walk out," I shrugged plainly.

He tilted his head back ever so slightly to laugh and as he does I catch the flash of his dimples, "and what makes you think I care about you leaving?"

My stomach dropped for the second time today and I suddenly felt very vulnerable, as if I was stood here with no dignity in front of him. My cheeks heated re-obtaining that pinkish hue as I quickly formulated a smart response to hide my fluster.

"Why so many questions?" I countered the only way I could, "feels like some sort of interrogation."

"Maybe it is," he replied so smoothly it made me angry.

"Another reason for me to leave," I said, wishing that I hadn't even stepped inside in the first place, wishing my mind could work fast enough to get me out of this situation.

"So eager to run?" that silly smirk still ran riot on his lips, too rebellious for the world we were living in, "seems you really don't want to be here."

"No I don't," I quipped sharply, standing up that little bit straighter and staring him dead in the eye.

What was the point in lying about it? I had lied about too much for far too long now, what did I care about saving my face now when I didn't even know whose face I was wearing.

"Flaire, means fire doesn't it," he mused, pursing his lips, not deterred be me but intrigued, "well you've definitely got a temper."

"Only for those who are insufferable," I responded bluntly, my voice so monotonous it even bored me.

"Now don't put me on a pedestal darling, I'm just like everyone else here," Finnick replied, amused with himself.

I clicked my tongue, "I hoped you weren't how imagined you but you're living up to every expectation I had."

"You imagined me," he raised a brow, "were we naked?"

I rolled my eyes as I ignored the blush creeping up my neck, "you're a child."

"Wrong," he said in a sing-songy voice, "last time I checked you're the sixteen year old here."

"I turned seventeen in the arena," I deadpanned, the memories of the day coming back to me a little too fast that I would've liked. I gripped onto the counter behind me, to steady myself, my knuckles draining of their colour all too quickly.

"Happy belated birthday," Finnick said, almost softly, his eyes flitting to my hands, before reverting back to his more arrogant tone, "I wish I'd known I would've brought you a present."

"I don't accept gifts from strangers," I told him bluntly, something my father had engrained into my head ever since I was a little girl.

There were always traders around Eight, sometimes they'd offer little kids things for free and then come banging on their parents' door demanding for money late at night. I was always taught to never accept a thing, no matter how much it might have been worth.

"Oh so you're a good girl," he grinned.

"Excuse me," I choked, my own breath getting stuck in my throat.

"The 'do what you're told' type," he clarified.

I could see what he was trying to do, all too clearly. He was trying to gage who I was, work out my past, my mind, my ability, my strength. He was doing exactly what I was doing to him, except he was doing a poor job and I wasn’t.

"You're reading me wrong," I shrugged, remaining neutral and unbothered, "stop trying to work me out Odair, it'll never happen."

He paused, then smiled, "you decided from the train you didn't like me based on my propaganda footage. My personality annoys you, your shoulders tensed as soon as you walked in. But I'm not all that's on your mind, unfortunately you have a bit more substance than that. Let's see... you miss home but don't want to admit it out loud, part of you wishes you'd died in the arena to make your life easier now but the other part knows you need to be alive for your family."

I didn't respond. I couldn't. My mouth had been suddenly wired shut and even if it could open it, my voicebox had been stolen too, my tongue cut out. My throat was dry, yet my chest was thick and weighted with a Pandora’s box of emotion just screeching to be released, bony fingers stretching through the creases to try to pry it open.

"So was any of that right or have I worked you out all wrong," he asked me, a hint of satisfaction seeping through his response.

"You've got not even a fraction of my story and half of that anyone could've guessed," I replied with a little too much anger, breaking my blunt and brittle facade almost immediately. I mentally cursed myself.

"Not anyone," he shook his head, gently, taking a cautious step in, "a victor who's felt what you're feeling, who feels what you're feeling, who knows what it's like to experience this living hell."

Something in his sea green irises sent me spiralling, I could see some meaning, some understanding, some sympathy, some pity. Suddenly, I was being drowned, pulled under by his alluring nature into the depths of those hypnotic eyes until they were the only colour I could see at all.

"You seem awful passionate about this Mr Odair," I said sharply, lowering my voice an octave, "I would watch what you're saying, you don't know who might be listening."

I reversed his words on his to see their effect, like I knew he’d watched mine. I wanted to see his emotion, his feeling, something, anything.

"He can't hurt me," he murmured, giving me a direct answer to my unasked question that hung in the air between us, "everyone I love is already dead."

We both fell eerily silent. Doubt turned up at a door in my mind like a long lost friend I was obligated to reunite with but didn’t truly recognise. Maybe I'd been too quick to judge, maybe I'd acted roo harshly. He was just a boy, just a kid trying to survive after the most traumatising events of his life, just someone like me.

"I'm sorry," I whispered finally, my voice so much smaller than I'd imagined it would sound.

"It's not your fault," he shrugged, "but I'm aware you might have to hold your tongue."

I didn't reply. He was asking the silent question now, about the people I had left to love. But I didn't want to discuss my family for fear I might break. Instead I pointed out of the window, "you have pretty mornings here.”

"I prefer the night," he replied, coming up behind me to look too, "I get to see the stars."

"I like the stars too," I murmured, feeling his soft breath on the back of my neck, "where I come from that's where the people we've lost go."

"Well it looks much nicer for them up there," Finnick said gently, eyes fixated on the blend of bleeding colours.

"I wish that could make me feel better about the loss," I replied quietly, shedding a layer of information I held close to show him I wasn't all bad, that I was just hurt, that I was just lonely, that I understood him, like he was claiming understand me.

He nodded slowly and his eyes met mine, the deep green so intense I wanted to spill all my secrets, "so you've lost before?"

"As much as the next person," I shrugged, keeping it vague. We understood each other, it didn't mean we had to open up.

"I'm sorry," he said, looking at me sadly. Once I might've mistaken the look for pity and loathed it but it wasn't pity in his eyes, it was raw emotion. Something personal.

"Don't be," I told him, with a small smile of gratitude.

His eye lingered on it for a moment and then moved as he noticed me watching and calculating what that might mean, "you know I watched you closely, after you killed my tributes."

"Nice to know," I said abruptly, suddenly feeling the need to replenish my defences, talking about the games always made me more alert for one reason or another, "do you always watch people so closely?"

"Only ones I find interesting," he said with lacklustre.

I blew out a breath, leaning back into the counter with folded arms, finally finding my turn to be amused, "oh so I'm interesting.”

"Extremely," he smiled annoyingly broadly, so unashamed and confident it made some weird sort of jealousy twist in my stomach, "do you always watch people so closely?"

"Yes."

My response was immediate because it didn't require much thought. When I looked at people I analysed everything about them. From the way their shoes were tied, to how many inches of dirt were caked under their fingernails, to their choice of hairstyle. I relied on my gut and the information I gathered with my eyes. Word were meaningless in a world full of liars.

He didn't press the matter, though I could see he was a little curious, unanswered questions played on his subconscious thought, "you've got a good arm with those knives you know."

"I got lucky," I said, subconsciously touching the stone pierced into my earlobe. My constant was here, the games were over, I was okay.

"That's a lot of luck for one person," Finnick replied, narrowing his eyes ever so slightly.

I only shrugged at him, "life owed it to me I suppose."

He stared for a minute or two, his eyes boring holes into the centre of my skull. Then in a mercurial moment of what seems like madness, he laughed suddenly, throwing me off entirely. My eyes didn’t know where to place themselves as they flitted all over him.

"You don't need to put so many walls up you know," he chuckled shaking his head

He was good at working people out, maybe even better than me. He'd had practice, that was for sure.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," I responded without missing a beat.

He raised a brow and laughed, "still playing tough?"

My tongue traced over my top set of teeth as I glared at him, "you need to stop."

"Stop what exactly, darling?" he smirked.

Anger surged through me, of course I'd fallen for his sad eyes and pitied his life, it was all a ploy to get me to expose myself. How hadn't I seen it before? That sweet face, that moment of something that resembled an understanding… I should’ve known better, I should’ve known that Finnick Odair of all people was not going to be different. Everyone seeks vulnerabilities to use against you and it seemed I hadn’t been guarding mine as well as I should’ve. Quickly, I suppressed my fury with myself and him. I was more likely to slip up in a fit of blinded rage than anything else.

"You know usually victors are able to make reasonable small talk and then I get to leave but ever since I've step foot in here you've interrogated me," I accused, folding my arms, eyeing him up and down.

"An interrogation is a stretch, darling," he chuckled again to himself.

I glowered, "stop calling me that," I spat out the words like they were snakes' venom.

"Why?" he toyed with me, taking a step closer so our bodies were almost touching, "afraid you'll like it?"

"What do you want from me Odair?" I asked bitterly, my voice low and dangerous, the sound gravelly and unattractive.

"I want for you, first of all, to just call me Finnick," he said, his tone laced with syrupy honey.

"What do you want from me, Finnick?" I mocked. I used his name for the first time, the way my mouth moved to accommodate it felt too pleasantly foreign.

He only grinned, closing his eyes for a fraction of a second, slightly longer than just a blink but not enough to be noticeable if I wasn’t watching him so intently. He flashed his perfect teeth my way, "oh I don't want anything."

My blood boiled and I was sure that was the intended effect of the comment, "are you always so cryptic?"

"Painfully so," he nodded, his face pulling into some sort of sincere look.

"I see why you're a Capitol favourite," I said dryly.

His face clouded and smug expression wavered for a fraction of a second. What he was, the life he lived, something there affected him greatly.

"I think that title might be taken soon," Finnick said, a little too quietly.

My eyebrows pinched together creating a crease, "by who?"

He went silent, eyes fixated on mine and for a moment I didn't understand until it finally clicked.

I scoffed, forcing a laugh, "yeah, right."

"They lapped you up this year," he told me, "lethal, deadly, oh so composed Flaire Lockshot, you were perfect."

I tried to keep my jaw from dropping, I hadn't thought myself to have performed that specially. I'd killed, I'd fought and I'd survived but still smiled for the Capitol cameras and fed them the sweet talk they wanted to hear, I did everything my mother would want me to and my father wouldn't. Isn't that what Snow wanted?

"I played their game and they enjoyed," I said, "isn't that what I'm here for? People go crazy for the victor every year, doesn't mean they're a Capitol favourite."

"Oh I know," he said, "but you are. A talented, dangerous, gorgeous, skilled girl from Eight who no one expected to favour so much, suddenly performs so well in arena, people are fighting to sponsor her."

"You're lying," I shook my head numbly, trying to ignore the way my stomach had flipped when he’d said gorgeous, "you're lying to me."

"Why would I lie, darling? You're a victor, you're one of us now," he said, almost tenderly. Part of me wanted to melt and the other cry. I did neither.

"Well I don't want to be," I said sharply, "a victor or a favourite."

"I'm afraid we don't get the luxury of that choice," Finnick replied with words I didn't want to hear, but they were too honest to ignore.

"And who are you to tell me what choices I do and don't have," I snapped, our bodies a little too close for me the fact not to be playing on my mind.

"I'm not fighting against you Flaire," he said steadily, no darling, no smirk, "we're on the same team here."

"I never recall joining a team," I replied.

"I'm on your side," he rephrased before leaning down and pressing his lips to my ear, "I don't like the Capitol anymore than you do."

I scoffed, "that'd be why you go traipsing around the place, shirt buttons undone, ready to do people's biddings."

"You think I have a choice Lockshot?" he snarled, suddenly seized by a piercing rage, "you think I want this?"

The outburst made me jump but didn’t scare me, Finnick wasn’t a threat. In fact this proved to me that he did have true feelings behind his smooth facade. I could feel his anger, like he'd felt mine earlier. It was white hot, burning, liquid fury that made my bones ache. Still, a smirk found its way to my lips and settled, "it seems the tables have turned."

"Smart one darling," he scowled, sarcasm leeching from his tone.

I stepped into him, making myself a little taller, shooting him a deadly look, "don't call me that," I growled back.

"Make me stop," he said.

"Maybe you shouldn't try me," I responded cooly, "aren't I dangerous, according to your Capitol friends?"

"Fatal, actually," Finnick corrected.

"Then stop," I replied.

"I don't believe for a second that you'll ever use the dagger strapped to your thigh on anyone that you don't have to, let alone me," he said, in a low but powerful voice.

A shiver ran straight down my spine and heat spring into my cheeks, how had he noticed that was there, "must you be so observant," I grimace, not letting my shock show.

"Must you be so easy to read," he countered, back to his amused self again, "this is no fun for me at all."

"You're bluffing," I challenged, "either that or you just think I'm easy to read because I can guarantee you Finnick, you know next to nothing.”

"Do you want to know a secret, darling?" he asked me, changing the subject suddenly.

I couldn't make him out. He was constantly shifting narratives, steering conversation but he was like me, eager to read people, to learn, to work them out before they could hurt him. Part of me liked it. Part of me didn't want to.

He came close again, a little too close for my liking and slowly leant down beside my ear, "I once let a whole net of fish go when I was seven because I felt bad that they were all going to die despite eating them practically my whole life. Unfortunately for me, I was caught and beat for it by peacekeepers. Your turn.”

"I didn't realise this was a caring, sharing circle," I replied bluntly, still processing what he's said, picking at the pieces so I could work it all out. Was he trying to tell me something in some sort of weird hidden message or was this really just a random story from his childhood? Was it even real or was he trying to play me?

"It's not," Finnick said, "I sold you a secret, now you owe me."

"I don't owe people things," I laughed shaking my head.

"Ah but now you do owe me secret of your own in return for my shared secret," he told me, "payment is payment."

"You imposed the secret on me," I replied, "I didn't ask for it!"

"Hey I don't make the rules," he shrugged putting his hands up in the air like we all used to when peacekeepers ransacked our houses when they pleased because they held that sort of power.

I rolled my eyes, too exhausted to argue, "I'll pay you back at a later date when something interesting comes up," I sighed.

That stupid smile crept up into his face for what felt like the hundredth time, "oh but by then it would've gained interest."

"That's too much money talk for a girl who doesn't come from very much," I told him, watching the flash of guilt coat his oh so smug expression.

"You might owe me more," he explained.

I shrugged my shoulders calmly, "I'll deal with it then."

He raised his eyebrows, the corners of his mouth turning up further, "ambitious."

"Nothing more than I haven't already faced," I said, "than we haven't already faced."

We. Because we'd both been through this horror, this trauma. Something gnawed at the lining of my stomach, even the use of that world unsettled me. ‘We’ was a unity, but should I really be unified with anyone, least of all Finnick Odair. I hated how he was growing on me, how I was starting to find his smirk a warm familiarity, how I realised this was the first conversation in a long time I've felt myself, I've felt human.

His smile widened, "hold out your palm."

"Why?"

"Hold out your palm," he repeated, his voice smooth and soft.

"I don't trust you," I said, somehow grinning myself. He was infectious, his sunshine, his smile, his charm, everything about him made me want to punch him and hold him close all at the same time. Dizzied with confusion, I played into his game because what did I have to lose.

"And I don't think you ever will," he shrugged, "so just hold out your palm."

And I did, I didn't know what compelled me to do it but I stuck out my palm and closed my eyes. I felt like a little girl again, when my father would come home and tell me to close my eyes and hold my arms out and give me a scrap of material from his day at the factory for my mum to make me my own patchwork dress one day.

I wore it to his funeral.

"Here."

The object is small and light, a little coarse. I dared to open my eyes.

"A sugar cube?" I questioned.

"A sugar cube," he nodded, looking a bit too delighted with himself.

"What do I do with a sugar cube?" I wondered aloud, peering closer.

Was it a hidden message? Was it poisoned maybe? Was this all just some sort of joke to him?

Finnick only shrugged and walked away, humming a song I'd heard the fisherman's singing in the early morning, leaving me to see myself out. I stared at the same white cube for a long time until everything fell into place and the beers in my mind began to tick. Then I saw it for what it was. A peace offering.

I marched myself to the town square not bothering to make Amaryllis walk me there. I didn't think I could take her talking in my ear with my head already spinning from my meet with Finnick. Most of the time with him I’d spent wishing to leave but I’d come out wanting to go back and spend ours talking to that annoying face. He was confusing and cryptic and cocky but too fascinating to be considered an enemy. Besides I'd gotten a peace offering out of it, hadn't I?

I stood up on the stage, the sea air settling on my skin. I read out my card and for once the speech didn't give me anxiety. One mother looked pitiful of me, the other angry. I didn't know which one hurt more. All I knew was that I was the reason neither of their babies came home, I was the cause of their grief and for that I was the most sorry.

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I woke up to the melody of my own screams again, checking my hands for blood that wasn't there. We hadn't left the district yet due to train maintenance. I stumbled to the bathroom and scrubbed the broken skin of my hands until they bled. At least now I could see it. My stiff limbs cried out at me like they did every morning, they wanted to be freed. And my dancing feet were tired of so much walking and standing, they wanted to move. I ignored them once again as I hopped off the train, taking myself down to the beach. I'd wanted to go there earlier in the day but hadn't been allowed, not that it was going to stop me now.

Following the sound of the waves, I walked towards where the sea met the sand and sat down, quietly watching as the light of the moon glistened off of the surface of the ocean. Tilting my head back, I closed my eyes and listened to the music of nature. My body had the urge to move, it wanted me to lift my arms above my head and twirl, it wanted me to twist my legs and sway my hips again, it craved every extension, every turn, every roll. Yet, even though my body wanted me to dance, my brain did not, it was too numb to dance here and now. Maybe I'd feel like dancing again when I saw my mother.

Seeing her face in my mind sent spirals of shooting pains around my chest. I was so homesick. I longed to be in the arms of my family, to sleep in my own bed. And compared to the comfortable, plush, velvet Capitol beds I cared more for the rickety, rusting makeshift mattress that had been my safe haven for sixteen years.

This victory tour was too long and drawn out and I still had too much left to go, as well as facing Snow himself in the Capitol. The last time I'd seen him was the chariot parade, when I'd been flaunted around in the most ridiculous costume next to my district partner with all the tributes who hadn’t made it out. I winced at the thought of my partner and his horrible end. I'd made direct eye contact with Snow that day, so brief I didn’t think he’d registered me but I could've sworn I saw him smile a little. The memory sent a chill down my spine or maybe it was just the cool night's breeze.

"Fancy seeing you here."

I gasped suddenly, so deep in my own thought I never realised I wasn’t alone, startled by a voice I didn't expect. Though, I didn't have to turn around to know who it was.

"Didn't mean to scare you," Finnick chuckled quietly.

He sat down beside me, as the waves lap the tips of our toes gently. His eyes looked a little bit lighter in the moonlight, the emerald a little more mellow.

I shot him a look, my tone half between a joke and being serious, "seems you just won't leave me alone."

"It's a compliment to you that I think of your company as worth my time," he grinned back.

"Then I guess I should be thanking you," I mused, pursing my lips.

"But you won't," he said.

"You're right," I nodded, "I won't."

"Didn't your parents ever teach you any manners?" he teased, cocking his head to the side.

"Only the same yours taught you that you seem to be so evidently displaying," I quipped back with a wink.

He laughed, the sound so warm and radiant that it almost touched my own heartstrings. He soon fell silent, leaving the wind to whistle in the empty air. Something about his presence beside me was oddly comforting, I felt safety and security that I hadn't felt in all my life growing up in the rough end of Eight. There was a sense of peace he emulated that soothed my tensions, stifled them. And that worried me. How could someone undo but guard so easily, break down the very foundations of my feelings, it shouldn't be possible. Not this soon anyway, we’d only just met, people don’t just click.

He tore through the silence, "so what brings you here so late at night?"

"The stars," I murmured, not quite meeting his eye too afraid of what I might reveal.

"Good answer," Finnick smiled, "but try again."

Apparently he was a fantastic lie detector as well, much to my detriment. Couldn’t he bad at just one thing? It was as if I couldn't forge anything in front of this man, I had to show him my truest and rawest form. But it had been buried for so long, I didn't even know if it was still there.

"The people within the stars," I edited my answer, tracing an outline of a constellation with my eyes.

He exhaled slowly, "you're still lying to me."

I didn't have anything to reply with, because he was right. I couldn't cover it up again but I couldn't tell him the truth either so I kept my mouth shut. Only keeping my mouth shut felt like the only thing I did nowadays, so I pried it open and opted for a filtered truth.

"I don't sleep very often," I explained, my voice far quieter than I'd expected it to be, "and when I do it isn't pleasant, my respite seems to be in quiet moments like the one I was having before you came along."

"My apologies," he bowed his head.

I flashed him a grin and stuck my tongue out, "not accepted."

He laughed with me for a moment until we both fell back into comfortable quiet. I stretched my legs out further, pointing my toes so they skimmed over the cool salty sea even more. The moon was brighter than I'd ever seen in Eight, the sky so beautifully clear. There was so much factory work in my district that it affected how we saw the sky, but here I could see it all and it was too beautiful for words to describe.

"I don't sleep well either," Finnick murmured into the darkness.

It shouldn't have surprised me as much as it did. He'd been through the hunger games, fought to the death to save his own life. But being exposed, his vulnerability, his pain, there were no smirks or smiles, it was so sincere. It wasn’t something I’d expected from him.

"Is that why you came here too?" I asked quietly, testing the waters to see how far he was prepared to open up, how far he trusted me.

He nodded slowly, "the waves are meant to be calming, they suck you out of reality for a moment, or at least away from your mind."

"I know what you mean," I nodded.

"I get nightmares," he admitted, "the same scenes over and over, like a repeating horror movie that I can't get out of."

He knew. He knew exactly how I felt, exactly what it was like. The nightmares didn't just haunt you once, they stayed, they repeated. Snow could use any mechanism of torture but none would be so severe as the power of my own mind. Knowing Finnick got them too provided me with a strange sort of comfort, that I wasn't alone or wrong for feeling the way I did.

"Do think the other victors get them too?" I asked, confirming to him that I experienced these too.

He shrugged, "I can only assume. At the end of the day, we're all human beings."

Human beings. I supposed we all were.

"Do you think the Capitol knows that?" I raised my eyebrows.

He sighed and met my eyes, "the Capitol is a brainwashed society."

"Aren't we all?" I countered.

"No," he shook his head definitely, "because we're sat here seeing through it."

"And that's all we're doing," I laughed for the irony, "not fighting back, not rising up, but instead sitting on a beach and wallowing in it."

I was annoyed at myself for not doing anything but what could I do? Every other revolution had failed before it even had the chance to properly begin.

"When the time is right," Finnick began slowly, sounding too wise for his years, "change will be made."

"Well I'm impatient," I sighed, folding my arms across my chest to block out the cold.

"Didn't I mention earlier?" he flashed a winning smile, "patience is a virtue, darling."

I shoot him a dirty look, "you're annoying when you play it smart."

"I think you secretly adore it," he taunted me.

"Dream on, fishboy," I rolled my eyes.

His face fell flat, "original," he said dryly.

"What can I say?" I shrugged, the smirk now transferred to my face instead.

He shook his head in amusement and faced back towards the sea, staring out. The world suddenly fell into an aching quiet. Peace. An illusion of peace anyway.

"I'll leave you to your silence," he said in such a low voice I barely registered the words.

He stood up slowly and began to walk down the strip of beach. My eyes clung to him, some overbearing, uninvited force pulling me towards him. I watched his every step and the prints they made in the sand soon to be washed away by the sea.

"You don't have to," I called out suddenly, the words slipping from my tongue before my brain could stop them, "you can stay... if you want to, that is."

He turned back and sat beside me, a small smile settling on his lips showing off the gentle dimples in his cheeks that made him look more like a boy than a murderer.

"I'll stay," he murmured, "if you want me to, that is."

I bit the inside of my cheek at the sound of him mirroring my words, the soft flesh moulding against my back teeth.

"I wouldn't mind you staying," I shrugged, "besides the sky is too pretty not to watch right now."

"Then I'll stay and watch the people in the stars with you," Finnick whispered with his silken voice, looking up into the night sky.

And for a fraction of a second I let my eyes slide to his face, stealing a glance. My heart thumped against my rib cage and for the first time in what felt like a long time, I felt a little less numb.

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y1p-y4p · 1 day ago

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So uhh, i went to a concert in Munich (Germany) and we flew there and it got me thinking about how the chain would react to being on a plane. I know the prompt is basic and probably over done but oh well

So heres some headcanons on the chain and how they would deal with plane rides (+extra TSA scenario)

Wind

Mmm, really mixed reaction i think

On one hand, i feel like hed be really excited in the childish way, like he thinks the idea is cool and he would want to do it

But when hes boarding the plane the fear starts to creep up on him

I feel like every little noise or rattle would have him anxiously glancing at everyone to see if it is a panic worthy moment or not

Though overall not too bad, he lives another day and i feel like this kind of reaction would only be on his first plane ride

I do have a feeling that he would avoid plane travel as much as possible tho, like any other alterantive are preffered. He just doesnt look like the type to actually like it as a prefference

Time

Honestly? I dont think he would be too afraid

Look, the guys traveled through time, saved the world, prevented the moon from crashing into earth and also seen some wild shit during all of the afore mentioned events

Do you really think a plane ride would phase him?

I think hed just be wildly uncomfortable with turbilance but i feel thats pretty normal

But he would be fine

Warriors

Gets lost at the airport

I know thats not part of what im writing about but like

considering how easy it is to get lost in that game even when theres a map right infront of your face i guarantee yall he would get completely lost at least 2 times at the airport

Im honestly not sure if hed be very phased by a plane ride though

I mean he was in the military (all be it the medieval kind) and also fought in the war

So i feel like cramped and uncomfortable travel conditions are absolutely nothing new to him

I feel like it would be similar to Time but just a smidge more fear

Wild

Yeah i think the lack of anything actually happening for most of the fly would bother him more than the actual plane journey

Idk i dont really see him as being scared at all during it, even if its his first time

I mean… when he eventually goes through the TOTK storyline (probably after LU) hes probably making some kind of flying vehiacles that are 70 times less safe than the average plane almost purely for fun, so i really do think hed be bored at best

Four

Outwardly looks composed unless you recognize the fear in his eyes and notice him gripping the arm rest of the seat

He gives off the vibes like he would be scared of flying but keeps that to himself really well, for better or for worse

I think he would do anything to avoid air travel even after his first time

The type to scare himself by reading about plane crash stories while waiting to board the plane

You cant convince him being in a metal bird-adjecant container above the clouds going at unholy speeds is safe

Hyrule

Oh hes not getting on that thing

He would rather walk to wherever he has to get to, any distance is walking distance

Its separated by a body of water? He knows how to swim, he will live

Your best bet is to just trap him in a pet carrier and pray to any higher power willing to listen that he doesnt get out during any part of the journey

Legend

Surprisingly the only one i think would be normal about going on a plane

If he manages to get on that is

Breaking news: pantsless medieval elf man arrested for attacking TSA officers at airport after they attempted to confiscate highly illegal and dangerous items

More on that later

Twilight

Hes kinda like the middle ground between Hyrule and Four

Does he have to go on that, like, does he really have to?

Yknow, his legs work very well! Oh and hes a very good swimmer aswell!

Tries to come up with any excuse and any way of persuaiding not to go but will give up if its no use

Scared shitless but keeps it to himself

Not like Four though, hes visibly scared but hes trying his best to keep it together

Sky

…

So,

Hypothetically, if i were to say he would be absolutely petrified, would yall be mad

Im sorry i cant see him being ok with planes

Hes more rational than Hyrule and he would be willing to get on (after pulling a Twilight and trying to find any reason NOT to)

But the second that thing is on the runway your circulation is being cut off from how hard his hand is gripping any part of your body with that 1000 yard stare

I think what would scare him (and by extension, the rest) is the lack of freedom and control

Yeah he grew up in the sky, hes a good rider when it comes to loftwings (who are arguably less safe than being on a plane) but riding a loftwing where you are pretty much the pilot and its only and being in the metal contraption of doom are not the same thing

In skyloft, if you fall off your loftwing you can call it back, if you get injured and fall the knights are constantly patrolling and someone will be there to save you, on a loftwing, you arent confined to a tiny space with at least 80 other people and you have all the control

On a plane? If that thing goes down theres no saving you unless the goddess woke up in a really good mood

Extra: TSA

Officers spot Time in the crowd and they can already feel their hairs greying and/or falling out

He holds up the line for a solid 30 minutes if not longer taking everything off

Wild is arguing because they told him hes not allowed to bring food items with him, which includes his vast collection on his slate

How and where is he supposed to dispose of 789 apples?

Legend gets into a very heated argument with the officers because they have informed him they have to confiscate all the wepons he has

This ends with him jumping on to one of the guards like that guy who threw himself at a judge, which leads to authorities getting called and probably usage of handcufs

Warriors doesnt display any reaction to the scene unfolding infront of him because 1) how do you even react and 2) hes too busy worrying about his fire rod

Time also starts getting involved, specifically trying to find a way out of the situations Legend and Wild are in

Four is arguing in Legends favour, but also calls him out on some things which probably sets Legend off more and only further escalets the situation

Wind is currently the only one whos made it through and is kind of just awkwardly watching from behind the metal detectors

Sky hasnt been mentally present since they arrived

Twilights regretting the day he was born

Hyrule is already halfway to their destination (as said, any distance is walking distance)

#this is so stupid lmao #yips actually writes #lu au #linked universe #lu wind #lu time #lu warriors #lu four #lu twilight #lu hyrule #lu sky #lu wild #lu legend #linked universe headcanons #none of this is serious btw

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elainsgirl · 3 days ago

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Making it a competition on who loves elain more is so cringe. 😬

"Oh elriels never talk about how elain feels. they never talk about her problems or anything!"

Idk what elriels youre running into but mostly all elriels are elain lovers. some doesnt even care that much for azriel.

but if you have to make it a competition just shows how deep youre in with the ship war. maybe go outside and touch some grass.

forget about touching the grass, atp they need to smoke it and chill out.

“Elriel never talks about how Elain feels!” This better not be coming from the same group that ships her with a man she feels uncomfortable around, do her feelings about Lucien/a Mate not matter here? Instead they disregard it and treat her as a supid, naive girl who doesn’t know what she’s thinking about. “They never talk about her problems or anything!” We aren’t going to acknowledge issues that are non-existent such as Elain not wanting to be in the NC when the girl literally calls it her home, unprompted. Eluciens are out here making up a thousand problems for elain to justify their theories and why there is a lack of elucien content in the books, elriels dont have to do that.

Yep. There are thousands of elriels that love Elain first most and treat Az as the supporting LI he’s meant to be. In fact, Ik many of us ship elriel in the first place because of Elains canon feelings towards Az and because of how Good Azriel has treated Elain. If Lucien had done half the things Az has for elain and if Elain wasn’t uncomfortable around him, many of us would also ship elucien. We ship elriel because it leads to Elains growth whereas Elucien sets her back and goes against her theme of choice & breaking free of expectations. And even those that love Az more, still dont treat him better then they treat Elain unlike eluciens loving Lucien more and it showing through their theories, HCs and fanarts.

They rlly don’t want to foolishly start this “who loves Elain more!” Game because they’ll lose every time.

#elriel #elain archeron #elain acotar #pro elain archeron #pro elain

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beatlblog · 1 day ago

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#love his gay little ass severely I fear (via menlove)

#love how right-handed guitarist is ambiguous and could also mean george (the other option is obvious lmao) <33 (via starrymajor)

#EXCUSE ME???? (via jokerlennon)

#HES SO GAYYYY GAYY GAYYY#wtf is wrong with him!!!#sometimes when i see things like this#or remember that he wrote a song titled fuh you which was pretty much abt john#i think hes truly comfortable w his sexuality now#like he knows that hes bi#its just useless for him to come out#and he doesnt need to either#oh to live with a beautiful wife who pegs u everyday#and drink mclennon beer every night(via lennon666)

#this is absolutely smth my middle aged gay friends would do#he's queer. heeee shdhshsh he's queer I know it I smell it (via menlove)

#whaaaaaaaat?!#what are you talking about????? he's obviously the straightest bisexual man I've ever seen!!#that man is so straight he got to be on both sides!!#(and perhaps bent over)#(idk if i should say my tags are sarcastic but they are) (via monkberryfields)

#the most middle aged queer thing he could possibly do (via unusable)

#thank god you guys are bringing this one back bc i think about it weekly#this is genuinely the gayest thing hes done#and that includes the sex with men that hes probably definitely had (via menlove)

#penis mushroom in the skyyyy just the two of us .... you and i (via oneflydude)

#drinking the mclennon beer that makes you die (via whitealbum)

he’d rather release homoerotic mclennon coded ale than admit he and John did the dirty in India (via skrunklybugmen)

everyone: paul mccartney isn't bisexual he's straight

paul gifting everyone his homemade ale with two penises on it and little homoerotic gnomes who are a right handed and left handed guitarist: 🧍‍♂️

#in love with his mind #<- prev #mcharmley meta #magical penis mushroom gnome ale

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cobaltfluff · 3 months ago

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goro picks up a clingy nyakiren

#akeshu #i guess?? in a way ????#p5r #persona #art tag #guys it's been a WEEK tm #needed something to be cute and silly #i dont know the first thing about keeping a cat #also i think this is how my akiren acts anyway cat or not #i think akechi would take very good care of his new kitty #instantly reads up on cat care and soon his place is filled with cat toys and goods #takes pride in keeping his feline friend well brushed and clean #and what does he get in return? fur all over his clothes #nyakiren probs starts off with some attachment issues #and being very afraid of water (rain association)#but gradually overcomes his fears after gowo gives him some calm and loving baths #also i dont know when or where i started giving akiren his ahoge he doesnt officially have one ??#what a greedy man he even keeps it as a cat #also ?? happy 1 year anniversary to me finishing p5r #did not expect these two to take over my brain #but here we are i guess #they're basically just two OCs at this point #but in my head there's also a canon version of them and a bad end version :3c #wow my head is literally full of akeshus... three of them...

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lesbiansforeddiediaz · 23 days ago

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Rule follower Eddie really makes me laugh so hard, even if you ignore the literal underground fighting ring bc he was grieving and not acting rationally Eddie has never been a rule follower in his life. He was underage drinking, he quit dance and church even though his parents didn't want him to. He was a teenage parent! He ran off to war and didn't go to college, he went to LA where he showed up and immediately was doing crazy things at work despite being technically a probie. He kicks in hotel doors when drunk. Eddie is very concerned with doing the right thing and what he considers to be his responsibilities but he is not and has never been a rule follower

#my beautiful guy forever #i really think almost all bad eddie meta/takes come from trying to shove him into various archtype boxes and he just doesnt fit #eddie is a soldier but he is not a soldier character archetype #eddie was raised catholic but he is not a catholic/lasped catholic archtype #eddie is in love with a man and doesnt know it but he is not a repressed gay man archtype #eddie DOES repress things potentially even his sexuality but he doesnt do it in a way that fits into the tropes and stereotypes #that people try to shove him into #eddies low self worth/self hatred dont have anything to do with his sexuality and he is still a confident person in many ways #anyway i love eddie diaz forever and ever character of all time #i might say more about this later its 8am #also i promise ill talk about buddie at some point #but i meant it when i said this is an eddie blog first #eddie diaz #original txt.

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majimaisms · 3 days ago

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UMMMMM HELLO. FIRST OF ALL. IDK ABOUT YOUR WRITING BUT THIS IS 100% ACCURATE TO HIS PORTRAYAL IN THE GAMES. i will share some thoughts under the cut, i totally agree with everything you've said, i'm just building on your arguments

His survival is a moral need.

this is making me crazy. yes, absolutely, until saejima got out of prison, keeping himself alive was a moral imperative for majima just so he could give saejima the option to kill him.

i find it interesting, though, that he still fights very recklessly even before saejima gets out of prison. but i think he only pushes himself to those extremes when he thinks it's in service of a worthy cause, and this often comes in the form of helping kiryu

which also explains to me *why* kiryu plays such an important role in his life, because he's literally *another* person he can die for, and not feel like he failed saejima for doing so. because of how similar they are, how they share the same moral code, he knows on some level that saejima would approve of him dying to help kiryu

When you consider that the hannya is a spirit of a wronged/hurt woman, it makes sense that Majima follows those ideals and her sense of justice. Whatever they do to you, do it back and worse. It's only right that he allow this same justice to be carried out unto him.

i love that you've identified this as hannya morality. sooooo true. he absolutely sees it as "eye for an eye" -- if saejima lost 25 years of his life, then it's only fair that his own life gets cut short as well

I've described him as feeling like a ghost puppeting the corpse of a young man, left to die in Anagura.

i've described him as a taxidermied animal possessed by the hannya! we shake hands. he IS a ghost in every sense of the word. and i am fascinated by his relationship to his body because of this, because i think this is partly *why* he's such a control freak about it. it's just another resource to be managed for him, because he's *using* it

Majima manages it, he doesnt fall over dead, he doesn't let himself die. He keeps going even when, realistically, someone with his issues in his situations would absolutely crumble. He loses everything, multiple times and to increasing severity. The fragility of anything thst could comfort him never leaves his mind. He's always got one suitcase in his hand and he's always ready to leave or be left. But he's still alive. And he doesn't want to be.

this is so so so true and i am always baffled as to *how* he's doing it. he is genuinely so much more well-adjusted than any person in his position has right to be lmfao. but i also think this is something that makes him an excellent narrative foil to kiryu, who *also* doesn't want to be alive, but finds the solution in dying for other people. majima's love for people is what keeps him going, and kiryu's is what drives him into an early grave. and yet they both can't die, and so they are both stuck in this suicidal limbo together. and majima recognizes this in him, and tries to be for kiryu what saejima is to *him*.

it's literally majima recognizing his own values in kiryu, and trying to provide for him what saejima provides for himself: a reason to stay alive. and for people like them, even *that* has to be done for other people's sake. except majima is not like saejima, he can't *inspire* people the same way saejima does. because he cannot be open or earnest emotionally. so the next best thing is to prop himself up as an antagonist and play these stupid games instead

one of my long-standing hcs? ideas? for majima is that it would be so cool if rgg had him outlive everyone. because i think it's so perfectly in line with his arc and themes. it's literally the worst punishment for him, his worst nightmare. EXACTLY like kiryu, but where kiryu's curse is that after trying to kill himself for decades, it was his body that turned against him and did it for him, majima's curse is that after all those years of trying to stay alive for saejima's sake, he just got too good at it. he can't die. in this way their arcs would be sort of be the inverse of each other's too, where kiryu's "want to die but can't die" is the first half of his life, majima's is his second half

If you could elaborate on the health freak isms I would leave my estate and stocks to you in my will, because jeemers is, to me, the epitome of someone who survived for one reason (jeemers' being saejima (to kill him?? So normal of him)) and then, now that the moment has passed, Can't Stop Fighting To Survive even though they don't genuinely want to anymore

*rolls up sleeves* ok. so this is the main one

but there's a bunch of stuff that like... implies he's. generally hyperaware of his health especially with how *often* he brings up stuff like this. putting it under a cut bc its long

i think his obsession with exercise and having an active lifestyle is not because it lets him be a better fighter or because he's vain about his appearance, though i do think both of those things contribute to it -- i think it's because he worries about his future health. "you'll turn into a big pile of mush when you get older" like hello. are you ok. majima is all about *investment* so this is just his way of investing in himself to save himself headaches in the future. and it's not like... abnormal for a person to be conscious of this like it's healthy and everything i just. don't think majima *can* be normal about it, especially considering how RECKLESS he is about his health when it comes to everything else. it's not just the way he fights, it's the fact that he smokes and drinks like crazy too. and i think he approaches it as a balancing act, with a "work hard play hard" sort of mentality. but at the end of the day he does not live like someone who cares about his own wellbeing, and yet he takes care of his health like this? THATS not normal to me

and there's of course the. which i think hes especially weird about because he denies that he has any problems with his sight just before he says that. he's like. my vision is fine i only have a missing eyeball thats it. think im getting farsighted though. which OBVIOUSLY doesnt count as having problems with your vision, because, yknow. because it just. doesnt. dont worry about it. and he says this about getting eye surgery too

and then there's this. which

like this sounds like SUCH a stretch i know but its still interesting to me that he has a mental catalogue in his head of "health problems a person can potentially experience" ALONG WITH how to get treatment for it ("they got clinics for that kind of thing"). like hes just gathering info about that and like. its kept in a mental archive for him to access later. "i saw something on tv about that" and you remembered. because it was important to you.

similarly it stood out to me that in the first screenshots, he talks about the biological mechanism behind the health benefits, so it seems like he actually reads about this stuff, like it's way beyond a surface-level interest. (unrelated but i also thought it was interesting that he mentioned "dioxides" in kiwami when talking about climate change)

also i think these are worth mentioning here

because i think it really shows how *aware* he is of like. dangers and how he takes precautions against them. and worries about other people not doing the same. yes i know this is literally everyone in the world ever, everyone is like this, BUT. again, he's like this *despite* being SO careless about his own safety!!!! like. WHAT is going on there. it's because i think fighting is an exception for him where he *allows* himself to be reckless about this. because he isn't any other time

and i think even this line about his hair which is saying something about how *particular* he is about his appearance

*can* translate into a similar attitude about his health too, like it may seem like a stretch but when you look at the big picture he is absolutely like. neurotically *thorough* about "body maintenance" stuff

theres a lot more lines you can view through this lens of. being really fussy about his body/health/appearance. but i dont think those count as "evidence" so much as like, stuff that makes sense in the big picture. obviously lots of people who are normal about their health couldve said any of these things in conversation but the conversations with saaya end up revolving around these topics *because* majima can't stop bringing it up. so instead of seeing them as isolated lines i think its useful to think of it in terms of. what does majima *prioritize* in life, in his thinking, what does he like to *talk* about. and this is what he literally cant shut up about. so

also this is firmly in hc territory but i can absolutely see majima as like. a hypochondriac who is very strict about his diet and exercise as a way to gain a sense of control over his anxiety about his health. not to mention the "payback" aspect of it all, for the year of torture he endured in the hole where he had absolutely no agency over his own body

anyway. hope this was insightful!! also. if you want to elaborate on your thoughts about majima being someone who cant stop fighting to survive. please feel free im v interested

#thank you so much for sharing your thoughts!!!!#i dont think your judgment is clouded at all lmfao #everything you said is like. exactly how i interpret majima #maybe we're both insane.....#analysis #my analysis

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