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scoops-aboy86 · 5 months ago

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Crushing (Secret Admirer pt 6)

Steddie Week 2024, July 6: Dizzy / drunken confessions / Crush on You by Bruce Springsteen

Fun fact: there are “sorry”s to correspond with a nat 20. It’s a luck thing, though more reflexive than actually hopeful.

If you turn 6 upside down it's a 9 and today's the 9th, so I would argue that I am still right on time. 🙃 Anyway, I didn't get to the drunken confession part but it was getting too long, so that can be in the last chapter. Enjoy!

wc: 3034 / rated: T / set during season 3 / also on ao3

Sweet Steve, perfect Steve, golden Steve,

Sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry SORRY

I cannot adequately express how much I regret hanging up on you. It happened a few minutes ago and I’m already writing this because I can’t call back now, not after that. I can’t believe I even did that, I’m so stupid. I’m so stupid because you were saying all these perfect things? Literally everything I never thought I’d get to hear from anyone ever and then I ruined it.

(The scribbles in the margins are representative of all the times I stop writing just to explosively cuss myself out for being so chickenshit. It looks messy but I am a mess and it’s all my own doing, made my bed and lying in it etc. etc., if I could mount my own head on a pike right now I would Jesus H. CHRIDJDBBWLSNEVEOALAVSVALAMDBDBXJXLFKENSVAVWUELMFBDUSKANS <— an example and demonstration)

I’m sorry I’m a coward. I’m sorry I started this and can’t seem to follow through, I’m sorry I keep yanking you around when it’s not what you deserve sweetheart, it isn’t at all. You were perfect, do you hear me? I had a whole list of songs planned, but picked that one spontaneously because you weren’t digging WASP and I was thinking about the way you’re so hard on yourself sometimes about the guy you were in high school, even though all high schoolers are idiots. (With how many times I’ve had to repeat, I am an expert on this, obviously largely from personal study and reflection.) You didn’t peak in high school, Steve, because you are a wonderful person right now and that’s what matters. You call yourself a romantic sap but I love that about you, please never lose that.

With every letter you’ve poured out a little of your soul; it only seems right that I try to do the same to make up for my… everything.

I’m a guy. I’m gay. I’ve never written that down before so explicitly but it’s true. You were so thoughtful about the whole music thing and trying to show we can have common interests but, to be blunt, unless dick is one of those I don’t think this is going to work out.

No hard feelings obviously. It’s on me for letting this go on so long without being more honest. This is absolutely no reflection on you and does not make you queer by association. I won’t tell anyone—though if I did I’m not considered credible or trustworthy in this town, believe me.

If you’ve read this far… I mean, I won’t know unless you tell me, obviously. But it doesn’t have to mean anything other than that you’re a good dude. The only person in my life who knows about me and knows my name is the man who’s more like a father to me than my “real” dad; it’s nothing personal, I’ve just had some bad experiences. Remember that concussion I mentioned? … Yeah, that was courtesy of the ol’ sperm donor. Thought I was over freezing up about it after more than half a decade, but no such luck!

On that note, I need to go… not be a person for a while. Take care. I remain, as always—

Your Secret Admirer

P. S. The song you said you liked was Rainbow In The Dark by Dio, off his Holy Diver album. It’s a good album, even if I’ve blown it with you I still hope you check it out sometime.

Eddie drops the pen over the side of his bed, practically throwing it. He drops the notebook he’d scribbled the letter in to the floor; he’ll tear it out and mail it later.

Probably.

Maybe.

He’ll think about it, once he’s done not wanting to think anything at all.

Dear Secret Admirer,

Are you okay? I can’t call you back, so the best I can do right now is write. I shouldn’t have pushed you again, I keep doing that, like an idiot.

I was having a nice time

Call back whenever, if I’m there I’ll pick up. Call back tonight even, except I can’t get this in the mail until tomorrow so never mind, but I won’t be mad, I promise. Or you can write to me. Please. At least to be friends, if you’re tired of how I always come on too strong (which is literally what Robin keeps telling me with that damn whiteboard all the time, go figure). And maybe you can tell me more about your music, like that one with the rainbows? I think that maybe you’ve been writing to me so much because maybe you’re lonely too, and I know how much that sucks.

So, I’ll be here. Whoever you are, wherever, I hope you’re okay. Stay safe.

— Steve

All Steve can think about is how stupid he was, pushing Secret Admirer like that. He hasn’t gotten a letter yet, and genuinely doesn’t know if he ever will again.

Robin doesn’t ask why he’s quieter than usual during work for the next few days. Dustin returns from Camp Know Where and Steve tells him he doesn’t want ice cream because he has to stay in shape for the ladies, but it leaves the bad taste of a mostly-lie in his mouth.

Because, oh yeah, breaking news: he thinks Secret Admirer is probably a guy.

That would explain the adamant secrecy, the way the letters are careful not to suggest one or the other. No matter how embarrassing Steve is, a girl would have less to lose compared to a gay dude being outed in Hawkins. And he knows for a fact there were rumors circulating after Jonathan Byers gave him his first and mildest concussion in ‘83. Rumors about what he’d said, what he’d spat at the guy, all no doubt spread by Tommy and Carol. All his past actions coming together to prove that he can’t be trusted, can’t be confided in, even after everything.

It’s almost secondary that it doesn’t seem to make a difference to his feelings. He may have fallen for someone who happens to be a guy—so what? It’s better than crushing loneliness. Better than no one caring. Better than being forgotten aside from his douchebag legacy at school and all his parents’ dashed aspirations for his future.

Then Steve finds himself trapped in a Russian elevator with Robin, Dustin, and Lucas’s little sister (who should absolutely not be here, what the fuck were they thinking) and he just.

He just regrets never getting to say goodbye.

Eddie gets Steve’s letter the day he manages to crawl out of his room long enough to mail his own, checking his PO Box like a nervous tic. He’s absolutely floored by what he reads and screams into his pillow some more because it doesn’t change anything, because Steve wrote it while still not in possession of all the facts.

After a drive out to Reefer Rick’s to replenish his stash, Eddie does the bare minimum of his regularly scheduled drop-offs. No rest for the wicked, because even the wicked need gas money and shit, but it’s all just halfhearted busy work.

Then he goes home. Against all common sense and knowing that for the sake of his own heart he probably shouldn’t, he spends the rest of the day trying to call. Every time he punches in the numbers with his heart in his throat, but no one ever picks up.

“Ask me anything,” Robin prods blearily from her stall. “Interrogate me.”

Steve tries to think through the swimming in his head. “Okay, uh… When was the last time you peed your pants?”

“Today!”

He almost laughs. “No way. What?”

“When the Russian doctor brought his bone saw out. It was just a little bit though!”

He can picture her holding one hand up, fingers pinched together to indicate a tiny amount. And, okay, fair. “Yeah it’s definitely in her system,” he mumbles to no one.

“My turn,” she declares. “Have you… ever been in love?”

Steve does laugh this time, not because it’s funny but because the question hits him right between the eyes. “Shit, yeah, a couple times. Uh, first was Nancy Wheeler, junior year.”

“Ooooh… She’s such a priss, though.”

“Yeah, turns out, not so much.” He shrugs, even though she can’t see, hands dangling from where his arms are draped over his bare, scraped knees. There isn’t a part of him that doesn’t ache—including his stomach and throat now, fucking Russian drugs.

“Huh.” Robin pauses. “So… who was second?”

Sighing, Steve drops his head back against the metal divider at his back. “That blind phone date I told you about.”

It’s a toss-up as to whether he’s admitting this because of the aforementioned drugs or because he’s just too tired to give a shit anymore. What does it really matter, at this point?

“Really? Wow. Okay, I didn’t realize that got so serious.”

Steve lets his eyes fall closed, despite what is likely his third concussion in almost as many years. “It kind of didn’t, I just got… over-invested, I guess. I don’t know if he’s going to write again anyway.”

“H… he?”

“I think so. It was a secret admirer kind of deal, so I never actually knew, but… every time I brought up meeting in person, things went wrong. And like an idiot I kept doing that, so. I don’t know for sure, but I think it might be over.”

Robin’s hand smacks on the tile floor—gross. “How do you not even know for sure after a phone date? Gay guys still sound like guys, Steve.”

“I know that,” he says, a little stung by her reproachful tone. “I talked and he didn’t, he just played some of his favorite songs for me to see if I liked them. Which I did, some of it. It was like, really hard rock or something, not what I usually listen to—”

“I’ll say, Mr. ‘No, Not My Wham! Cassette!’”

“—but it was okay. There were some really cool guitar parts.”

“And it… doesn’t bother you? That a guy was, uh, hitting on you?”

Again, Steve shrugs. “More writing love letters than just hitting on me, but… yeah. I was in pretty deep by the time I figured it out, but I guess not. Is it my turn to ask another question?”

“Um… Sure?”

He’s not sure why she sounds so nervous, figures it should be obvious what he’s going to ask next. It’s kind of a staple of their friendship at this point. “Who sent me that ice cream cone? The strawberry with rainbow sprinkles?”

Dead silence.

“Robin?” he asks with a flicker of nerves, because, well. It’s been a long day. (Or two days? He’s lost track of how much time they’d spent underground.) “You OD over there?”

“No… I am alive,” she replies, but in such a quiet voice that it doesn’t really reassure him all that much.

He shifts, scooting on his ass to get under the divider between them and pop back up on her side. It gives him a wedgie, but that’s the least of his problems.

Robin wrinkles her nose at him. “Steve, these floors are disgusting.”

“Yeah, well, I’m already covered in blood and probably some puke, so.” He tests his tongue on his bottom lip, trying to decide if the split is still bleeding or if it just stings for the hell of it. “Who was it?”

She bites her own lip, then whispers, “Is it your secret admirer?”

“I’m ninety-nine percent sure,” he tells her.

“Okay.” But she’s still hesitating. “Before I tell you… About what I said down there, about Click’s class. I wasn’t staring at you because of you, it… it was because she wouldn’t stop staring at you.”

Steve blinks, confused by the sudden change of topic. “Who? Mrs. Click?”

Robin shakes her head faintly without breaking eye contact, literally without blinking as she whispers, “Tammy Thompson.”

“But she’s a… Oh. Oooh.” He remembers Tammy. She’d always fawned over him in that class, back when he’d been so busy mourning the way things had gone with Nancy that he hadn’t given her the time of day. “Yeah, I guess I see the appeal. Pretty, perky, blonde… She’s a total dud though.”

Robin gapes at him. “What?”

He waves a hand. “I’d just broken up with Nancy, and she was all over me all the time, dropping these hints about wanting to go out. It’s like she wanted to be a rebound relationship.”

“So? She’s goal oriented!”

“She wouldn’t leave me alone! Also, she wants to be a country singer but she couldn’t hold a tune if someone put it in a bucket for her.”

Sputtering, Robin smacks at his shin, one of the few places he isn’t bloody or bruised. “I will not take this superiority from the guy who’s surprise-crushing on Eddie Munson!”

Shock zings through Steve like he’s just had his fingers jammed into an electrical socket. “On—really?”

He remembers Munson too. Who wouldn’t? Loud and weird, and the guy had always seemed perpetually on, always bristled like a porcupine. Stalking around campus in a black leather jacket regardless of weather and ripped black jeans. (Dark colors.) That denim vest with all the weird band patches on it. (Music that Steve didn’t know anything about.) Big flashy rings on his fingers, and Steve knows he’s in some sort of band, probably has guitar calluses. (Hands that would give him away at a glance.) Up on cafeteria tables with his Hellfire Club shirt and long hair, taunting the jocks who gave his friends shit. (Nerd, check. Not into sports, triple check. He’s pretty sure the dude had failed gym at least once for refusing to wear gym shorts.)

Literally the last person in Hawkins who should’ve had eyes for King Steve.

“Munson likes me?” Steve can’t feel his face too well, what with the beating he’d taken earlier during interrogation, so he’s not sure if he’s blushing. His voice definitely does something funny on the last word, though.

“He said not to tell you who it was from because he thought you might toss it if you knew it was from him,” Robin admits. “Which seemed like a reasonable concern at the time, but that’s because I didn’t know—”

But then Dustin bursts in on them. The kid looks frazzled, and from there on out it’s all running and more blood and a monster made out of people and fireworks and death, their bathroom conversation forgotten.

Eddie had given up on calling around the time the fireworks show started over the mayor’s kiss-ass 4th of July fair. Downed a couple beers while trying not to wonder if Steve found a date to take. Is still awake when Wayne comes in from his shift, and wanders out of his room because anything’s got to be better than staring at the ceiling.

“Starcourt burned down,” his uncle tells him while Eddie moves zombie-like through the motions of making them each a cup of coffee. “Radio said the police ain’t ruling out arson. Drove past it on the way, there’s search and rescue folks crawling all over the rubble lookin’ for survivors.”

After Wayne goes to bed, Eddie tries dialing Steve’s number one more time.

No one answers.

After much pleading from Robin, and since Steve’s car keys are still god knows where and his parents are out of town, the Buckleys graciously agree to let him stay in their guest room. It’s just as well, Robin insists; with the concussion, someone should be around to check on him every few hours.

“That’s only for the first twenty-four,” he points out the next day. He knows the drill.

“I don’t care,” Robin insists. “You took a beating to protect the rest of us. You could have been killed, Steve! I am checking on you every few hours for the rest of my life from now on, just see if I don’t.”

“Please don’t,” Steve groans, but he’s grinning. Despite the way his ribs and head throb, and the dark circle under the eye that isn’t literally still swollen shut, it’s nice to have someone to be normal with—not ignoring what had happened, he’d learned his lesson about that with Nancy, but taking it into account and then going ‘yes and.’ “Or at least make sure to always knock first.”

“Why w—Ew! Never mind, if you’re feeling good enough to make jokes then you’re probably fine, offer rescinded.”

“You’re still gonna,” Steve points out, then knocks back the painkillers she’s brought him. Mr. Buckley’s shoulder surgery prescription, meet two broken ribs, black eye, and recently re-set nose.

She sits on the edge of the bed, next to the duffel bag of clothes from his house that her mom had driven her to pick up for him. “Yeah yeah, shut up.”

Silence settles over them for a moment while Steve tries to get comfortable. And fails. His ribs really aren’t doing him any favors today. The discomfort is why he’s still in unflatteringly baggy shorts borrowed from Mr. Buckley and a t-shirt Robin had thrown at his head as a joke (and then helped him out on, since he can’t lift his arms that high without wanting to scream) that declares him a fan of Siouxsie and the Banshees.

He has no idea how to pronounce Siouxsie and is kind of afraid to ask.

“Sooo,” Robin starts. “Eddie Munson, huh?”

“Uh.” Steve can’t run a hand through his hair with his stupid ribs, not when he’s not running entirely on adrenaline or before the painkillers kick in, so he settles for twiddling his thumbs. “Yeah? I guess so. His letters are… They’re really good, Rob. I kinda don’t know why he keeps writing when my replies are so crappy. Like… I can’t even do them justice trying to explain.”

“Huh.” She waits a beat. “Well, I checked your mailbox, just in case, and there was a hand-addressed envelope that I brought back for you—”

Ribs be damned, Steve lunges for that duffel.

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chiiyuuvv · 2 months ago

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jo's diary ★

classmate!jo 1.2k words

notes! inspired from "when &t likes you" brief of harua, taki, maki, and being drunk

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august 2th, friday, 11:20 am

dear diary.. never thought i’d be writing in my journal during school hours, i must have accidentally slipped it in my bag when i was studying with maki last night. i know i should be paying attention to my lecture, but i can’t focus when she’s around. i have no clue what her name is, but i know she’s the prettiest girl i’ve laid my eyes on. apparently her class dispersed, or did she need to have a word with my teacher? i can’t remember, my mind went blank when she stepped in the room. anyways, there’s a test coming up and i really need to focus, no matter how difficult it is. cya :)

6th, tuesday, 9:39 pm

i saw her again, the pretty girl. i bumped into her in the hallway.. literally. she was carrying some books and couldn’t see what was in front of her while i was zoned out on my music. her books fell when we collided, and i quickly rushed to help clean up the mess. i didn’t even realize it was her until we made eye contact. truthly, i had forgotten all about her after she entered my class, so imagine how shocked i was when i saw her again. she looked.. so precious up front, i completely froze when our eyes locked. there’s so many things i wanted to say, so much i wanted to do, but our time was cut short when the ball rang. she mustered a small, very cute “sorry,” took her books out of my hands, and ran to class. i was still frozen solid. i even got a tardy for being late. i’m such a loser.

8th, thursday, 7:56 pm

i don’t know what came over me, but i asked for the pretty girl’s name today. it’s y/n.. it suits her well. i learnt she has a tendency to carry large books half her size everywhere, so i offered to take them off her hands. at the time, it felt natural to want to help her but to think about it, that was so weird. everyone knows me as the quiet guy, i don’t know when the random surge of confidence blossomed. i’m sure my friends are probably cheering me on, that is.. if i told them about y/n. i’m keeping her as a secret as of now, i don’t want someone like taki scaring her off. that is, if she even likes me. i doubt it, she’s so out of my league.

10th, saturday, 3:21 am

she has the cutest giggle, it keeps ringing in my head. i can’t get her out of my mind.

12th, monday, 7:39 pm

i didn’t know y/n had the same bus route as me. as soon as i got onto the vehicle, she immediately waved me over so we could sit together. it warms my heart that she got excited to see me all because i helped carry her books. she’s so funny, my face hurts from smiling so much. and she’s also so sweet! she gave me snacks during the bus ride. i think i’m falling for her.

21th, wednesday, 6:28 am

i have a habit of carrying her books, therefore walking her to class. she’s says i’m so cute for helping her everyday, and i told her she’s even cuter. i don’t know what type of demon possessed me to say that, it just flew out my mouth. i thought she would get so uncomfortable from my remark, heck, even hate me, but she only laughed. the cutest laugh, i should say. i watched her cheeks pinken, and she had this little smile tugging at her lips whenever she looked at me. she’s so adorable, i can’t wait to see her today.

22th, thursday, 9:38 pm

i’m going to kill maki, WHY would he shout “jo’s got rizz!!” when i’m talking to the love of my life? i meant y/n. what does rizz even mean??? i definitely need to study english more.

23th, friday, 10:47 pm

the confident surge came back. this time it was even worse. i asked her out to lunch, and then her number. i guess that’s pretty tame for others, but i’m scared of making the first move. it makes me feel vulnerable. y/n was pretty chill about it, so it made me feel better about my actions. she’s so good at assuring me with things. the boys said i had hearts in my eyes while i was eating lunch with her. it probably was true considering butterflies kept roaming in my stomach from talking to her. anyways, should i put one heart beside her contact name, or two?

27th, tuesday, 8:29 pm

i’m still shaking from what happened a few hours ago. y/n invited me for ice cream after school and of course i said yes. i could never say no to that ball of sunshine. i offered to walk her home after. i was talking about something stupid when she suddenly walked super close next to me, the back of her hand brushing against mine. my heart jumped at the contact. i noticed her getting quieter as we talked, and i kept seeing her steal glances at me out of the corner of my eye. help, i got so nervous, i kept stuttering T_T and when i was about to drop her off at her house, she grabbed my face and kissed my cheek. i’m so.. i.. she ksiised mj ceek seh kassid..

28th, wednesday, 11:38 am

i bought her flowers. i bought her flowers. i bought her flowers. and then i gave them to her in front of her friends. speaking of her friends, they’ve been smirking and nudging y/n whenever i’m near. harua was with me when it happened, and he says y/n likes me. does she? there’s no way.

september 7th, saturday, 2:39 am

there was a party a few hours ago, and now y/n is asleep in my bed. i’m on the couch right now. i’m not even sure what happened, i’m still a little buzzed from the drinks. all i know is we were partying, and then i took her to my place with our hands intertwined. did i kiss her? i can’t remember anything.

7th, saturday, 8:00 am

i woke up just now feeling something heavy in my arms. turns out it’s y/n. she must have sleep walked out of my bed and to the couch, and now her face is nuzzled in my neck. i never thought this would feel so comfortable.

21th, saturday, 12:00 am

dear diary.. after a few weeks of stressing out, i finally asked y/n out on a date. i’m so thankful for the boys and her friends for help because i was such a nervous train wreck. she looked so cute, all dressed up with a necklace i bought her a few days prior. we laughed so much, our time together was very memorable. i kissed her goodnight as well. her lips tasted like sweet strawberries. my heart is still swooning right now, and i doubt i’d be able to get a lick of sleep tonight. still, goodnight diary, and goodnight y/n, my pretty girl ♥︎

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hollowed-theory-hall · 2 months ago

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Hiii! Do you think Harry stopped growing at 17? If he was as tall as James in DH I would imagine he was taller than his father. I have three brothers and my family is full of male cousins and they all had growth spurts after 17. I could see him growing another couple of inches after the war. His mind and body is finally at peace after 16 years. I always hc him to be 6’0-6’2 at the age of 21.

As far as Harry being scrawny… aren’t most teenage boys? My brothers were into sports and didn’t get into the gym until they were done with high school. With the profession he’s in I would assume fitness would be a requirement for the role. Yeah, you have a wand but what if it breaks or you lose it? He has a huge target on his back having defeated the darkest wizard of all time, and I can’t imagine him not learning how to physically defend himself and his loved ones. I don’t see him a huge buff gym junky, but I do see him as someone who has a lean athletic figure and someone who concentrates more on leg day than arm day. I think going to the gym would be an escape for him and help him decompress. I know the hp world prefer a shorter skinny hero (probably because of Daniel Radcliffe) who looks like an underdog, however every underdog grows up and barely anyone has the same physique as their teenage self.

Honestly, all this differs a lot with genetics. Harry's growth spurts in the books reminds me of my younger brother. Like, my brother was like 5'2 at 15, then, in like, one month near his 16th birthday, he grew to 5'10 and when he was around 19 he grew again by two inches. So, Harry could definitely still grow taller, but we don't really have a way to know.

Like, men can still grow in height until their late 20s, and it's possible James didn't even finish his growth since he died at 21, so he might've grown even taller if he survived to 25. Like, that's possible. I just don't really have evidence for or against besides saying, yes, it's possible, but I wouldn't call it likely since it's highly individual and based on genes. Like, I know guys who stopped growing at 16 and have been stuck at the same height since then. I also know guys who are 25 and still grow taller. It's the magic of genetics.

Muscle mass, physique, and the ability to gain weight are also heavily dependent on genetics and age. Men in their teens and early 20s usually have a much higher metabolic rate, which keeps them lean regardless of how much they eat (again, genetics play a big role here and this isn't true for everyone). Physical activity like Quidditch, would make the already fast metabolism faster. This naturally fast metabolism, combined with certain genetic makeup, can leave you looking lean regardless of how much you go to the gym as well. Some men need to reach their mid-20s before they can actually start gaining the weight necessary to appear buff.

I think Harry would look less lean as he got older. Like, I can hardly imagine a Harry in his mid to late 30s being as lean as 16-year-old Harry. I think his physique will change as he grows, as happens to most people. But I agree with you I don't see him as a super buff gym dude at any point in his life. He's always on the leaner side in my head, but this is all in headcanon territory since it isn't covered by the books.

I would like to add that all the super short and scrawny descriptions of Harry come from the first 4 books when these descriptions are correct. In book 6 Harry is thin, but no one describes him as a scrawny boy with knobbly knees past book 4. Not even he himself. So I definitely see Harry of the final 3 books as more lean than scrawny.

And yeah, you're right about Radcliffe messing up everyone's mental image of Harry, both in looks and personality. It's one of the things that bother me most about the movies. And, everyone can headcanon whatever they want, but I personally don't like short Harry (when he's older, when he's 14, make him short). It's not his canon character and when writers write him short, it's sometimes accompanied by him being written as too passive and meek for my liking because Harry James Potter is not passive or meek. (Radcliffe Harry in the movies is much more passive, hence the skewed mental image I mentioned, but I digress).

Besides, while malnourishment and food intake could affect one's growth, people tend to overlook the 6 years of Hogwarts and Molly's food which would be a huge boost during his puberty years in which he's having most of his growth. Additionally, some people's food intake matters less to their physical development than others — again, I can't stress enough how specific genetic makeup is super important in all this discussion.

TL;DR

Harry might grow taller to be 6' or 6'2. We don't have any evidence for or against really, so it's up to your preference on what you want to headcanon. But it's definitely super possible. If Lily was taller than the average it would even be likley (but I couldn't find any notes on Lily's or Petunia's height). In the books, he is very lean, and it's a combination of a lot of different factors working together: his lifestyle, genetic makeup, and yes, being a teenage boy with the fast metabolism that comes with it. As Harry grows up, he'd probably want to stay fit, but to what degree is also in personal headcanon territory (I personally don't like him becoming an Auror, but that's my preferred headcanon. I still see him staying pretty fit out of paranoia, sort of. I mean, he spent all his teenage years with a Damocles sword over his head. He literally died. I think he's allowed to be a little hypervigilant after that. I mean, he already is, but you get the point).

#harry potter #hp #hp meta #hollowedtheory #asks #anonymous #harry james potter #my best boy hjp #hollowedrambling

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updatingranboo · 1 year ago

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tips and tricks for ranboo fans to make chat (and the community) a better place!

hello! since the rebrand is coming up i decided i wanted to make a list of certain things ranboo fans should be discouraged from saying/doing, to keep chat/the community fun and keep from pushing ranboo back into the box of a streamer they no longer are. i personally don’t believe in cringe culture, i think everyone should be able to have fun, but at this point certain jokes and comments restrict ranboo from growing as a person and do reflect on the community. this got a lot longer than i was expecting, apologies! lets begin.

gender jokes (“genderman”, you stole my gender etc)

a super obvious one. getting gender envy from ranboo is normal and super awesome! nothing wrong with that. but the jokes have been overused. the genderman one specifically has ties to minecraft which, while ranboo doesn’t care about being associated with minecraft, it’s still a tie to their past content they would prefer to leave behind. this is the same level as calling them an “mcyt”, while there’s no harm in it and ranboo really doesn’t care, it’s also just.. not really true anymore and hasn’t been for years. let them grow!

2. *blank*boo/general spam

*blank*boo is nothing but spammy. all it does is fill up chats and replies and brings no substance to anything. spamming “tiredboo” when they yawn, “madboo” when they yell etc. is not contributing anything meaningful to a chat. it’s annoying and drowns out actually fun and interesting comments. as for general spam, you can use a few emotes here and there! but when all you do is spam emotes it again just floods the chat. when ranboo tells chat to stop spamming, you stop. don’t take it as a challenge, you will just get banned. yes there is delay, but you can see what other people in chat are saying too. spamming lag, telling them they missed a dono, anything where you find yourself repeating what other people are saying to either get their attention or just because (except for using bttv emotes) just don’t. i know most people are used to speaking in a fast chat, but the truth is chat doesn’t have to be fast! if you don’t have anything to say, you can just stay quiet. even spamming the PETTHEMODS emote defeats the purpose !!

3. telling off chat

slightly related, you don’t have to tell off chat either. going “chat stop” “oh my god chat” just adds to the spam. change the subject! ignore the spam and let the mods take care of it. focus on reacting to the stream and being silly, not being backseat mods.

4. the swearing obsession

ranboo is almost 20. they make so many innuendos every stream. they are heavily considering adding a mature warning to most streams from here on out, and as we have seen they no longer are the “family friendly” kid who they used to be. he can say shit and fuck and people can be normal about it. you don’t have to say LANGUAGE or go THEY SWORE ?????? he’s an adult and can swear. all of his friends swear and a huge portion of us in the community do too. it is not a big deal

5. telling ranboo what to do

back seating in video games, as well as in other situations when it’s NOT ASKED FOR is not fun. let ranboo do what they want. this applies to just general things too- you don’t need to tell ranboo to go to sleep. they can make that decision themself. again, he’s almost 20.

6. assuming ranboo is uncomfortable with something

it’s always good to be careful about respecting boundaries! but don’t confuse your own boundaries for theirs. ranboo has said many times that if something bothers him, he’ll talk about it! it’s safe to say they are more uncomfortable with you harassing an artist for drawing something you personally don’t like, over the actual art itself.

7. the chat hopping/mentioning ranboo unnecessarily

we all love ranboo. that is very obvious. their friends love them too! but when you go into one of ranboos friends chats or comment sections and start either asking about ranboo, telling his friends to play with them, or making unnecessary references to their content, it makes their friends want to do things with them less! streamers are their own people. there’s nothing wrong with watching one of ranboo’s friends streams because ranboo is there, i do it all the time. a lot of us do. the biggest thing is to be RESPECTFUL to the person who’s stream you are watching. if you chat, chat to the streamer! you don’t have to mention ranboo. or, just stay out of chat if you don’t think you’ll be able to stay on topic. you don’t have to speak in chat! there is the flip side of this, don’t bring up other streamers in ranboos chat unnecessarily either! no one cares if you saw two colors and it made you think of something unrelated. it’s so disrespectful to the streamer to do this.

8a. unnecessary negativity

the internet can be a very negative, reactionary place. seeking out negativity just for the sake of an argument is unhealthy and can also expose others to arguments that they wouldn’t have had to see. bait, obvious unchanging bigots, and also people who just don’t like ranboo (which is valid!) don’t need to be engaged. in the case of trolls, bait and bigots, they only bring negativity and are there to cause arguments. don’t give them the attention they want. As for people who just don’t like ranboo, you can leave them be too! Not everyone has to like ranboo. he can handle it, you don’t need to defend him or try and change someone’s mind. now, unnecessary negativity does not equal call outs/criticism!

8b. please criticize !

if something happens in the community, or from ranboo directly that hurts you or makes you uncomfortable, don’t be afraid to say something and help make us all better people! ranboo wants criticism. if it’s purely in the community, try reaching out to the other person first! often things can be settled privately so as to not hurt others by dragging them into the conversation or making things heated and causing people to attack each other. on the other side of this, if you see criticism from someone and feel the need to defend ranboo: don’t. if you are affected by something (ie. you are a person of color and the topic is racism) feel free to add to the conversation! if you do not have an opinion on something (ie lesbians call out lesbiphobia, and you are straight) keep it to yourself. let the people actually affected by something talk and have an opinion, and support them. it may feel like people are “attacking” ranboo (or you!) but they are not. they are real people with real, valid feelings, who want to feel safe in a community when in real life, they may be constantly victims of horrible things. listen first. if you still have your own opinions, reflect on them and why you feel the way you do, and dissect any implicit bias you may have. these are all important things that keep a community safe, happy, and mutually respectful!

ranboo encourages everyone to be good people and use common sense. remember when you say something, people other than ranboo see it too! every account has a person behind it, so treat each other with respect and help make the community a more fun and safe place for everyone to be in. ranboo has no tolerance for bigotry, racism, misogyny, antisemitism, ableism, and so on. remember to be aware of the things you are saying, and if you don’t know why something is wrong, look it up or try asking someone politely!

thank you for taking the time to read all of this! this list is non exhaustive. there are plenty of other things you can do in the community to make this a better place, from uplifting the minorities in the community more, to supporting artists by reblogging/sharing and commenting on their art, and more. at the end of the day though we are here because we love ranboo, so by following guidelines like these and putting in the effort, you show ranboo and the other people in the community you care and make everyone proud.

that’s all for now! keep boobing!

#ranboo #not updating ranboo #technically #sorry if any of this is worded weird! i wrote it at 4am

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romantichopelessly · 4 months ago

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invitation to speak more about the secret good td3 in your head, if you so desire!

Ok so I sat on this ask for DAYS because I wanted to have some cohesive, great answer, but the thing about The Dreamer Trilogy that haunts me is that I can never come up with good concrete thoughts about how to fix the issues I have with it, which is why I reference the “secret good td3 in my head” because it can never fully leave my head in any real way. That being said here’s a list of some elements I would change to make my secret good td3, in no particular order.

The visionaries don’t exist. Liliana, Persifal, etc. are just psychics that keep getting visions of the end, and die for reasons other than their power. Explaining what Visionaries are and subsequently over explaining the magic system of td3 is part of what made the trilogy so confusing and ruined a lot of the magic that the TRC universe already had for me. We don’t need concrete explanations, and psychics can still fill this role. The changing age and exploding added nothing?? to the narrative?? that I can think of?? We can even keep the age gap for Carliana if we want to, just make Liliana an older psychic like Maura/Persephone/Calla. It will even add to the excellent Carmen-Mr. Gray parallels.

Lean more into the themes of the age group. TRC is a coming of age story. It’s about being 17/18. It’s about learning your inner self and getting others to see the true you. TD3 should be more about being 19/20/21. To me, TD3 at its peak is like Buffy the Vampire Slayer Season 6. Which is uniquely about the horror of being in your early 20s, losing support systems, having to learn to be a full self-reliant person, grappling with what your parents did to you, and the crushing loneliness of not being around Your People anymore. TD3 has all of these themes, but I really think they need to be fleshed out more, and given proper conclusion that isn’t just “yippee everything is fine now!”

Greywaren is longer. I think almost everyone agrees that Greywaren, as a book was just too short to wrap up all the plot lines set up, and does almost none of them justice. That book needed a whole rewrite. In theory, I’m completely fine with how it opens—Ronan being in a dream coma was foreshadowed from CDTH, and is an idea that I’d actually thought of as interesting before even reading the book. Other elements of this book like Declan’s rampage, Matthew going rogue, etc are great directions for the characters, I’d just want to rework them. I could make solo posts about any of these.

The Pynch breakup either doesn’t happen, or is set up further in advance and lasts longer. Personally, I lean towards the latter. Adam and Ronan’s conflict is set up from the very beginning of CDTH, or even from Opal (Adam warring between wanting to stay with Ronan and needing to follow through with his lifelong plans, and being frustrated that Ronan never asks for anything from Adam (specifically, to stay) ((side note: perhaps Adam’s insecurity here about Ronan respecting his boundaries so thoroughly stems from both having a family that never would respect his wishes, and Gansey (Adam’s model of love, Adam’s model of everything) having to learn not to ask things like that of Adam. What does it mean that Ronan never even tries?)) AND Ronan dealing with the crushing loneliness of being left and dealing with the consequences of having a long distance bf who is more successful than him). So they needed to have an argument about this. It’s also just in character that these two would not be perfect communicators. So. My idea: In CDTH we get no Adam POVs, just Ronan’s side of the story. We see, rather than Ronan just getting upset over one missed text, that Adam begins to pull away after the murder crab incident. We the audience don’t know why, other than Ronan’s unreliable narration and insecurity. So when Adam doesn’t respond to that one text at a vital fraught time, Ronan does what he does best, shuts down, pulls away and self destructs. Then MI rolls around and we start getting Adam POVs. We learn that after the murder crabs, Adam was throwing himself into trying to fix the nightwash situation for Ronan (Adam is not in contact with Declan here, unfortunately). After visiting for Ronan’s birthday and seeing the Lace, Adam starts to have dreams/premonitions about the end of the world (no visionaries in this universe, just psychics who are/were close to dreamers getting the visions!!). So he obviously sets out to fix this alone too. He calls his best approximations to contacts in this underground world that aren’t Declan. Henry and Mr. Gray. (+ maybe also Maura & Calla) ((Also don’t worry Henry doesn’t leave the Sarchengsey trip, just advises Adam on where to start)). Now that Adam has lost contact with Ronan (he was busy and missed the message and Ronan went off the grid like in canon), he goes full throttle into trying to solve everything while managing being his perfect Harvard persona (this gets him close to a breakdown, very reminiscent to Dream Thieves). Perhaps we get to see Adam and Declan working together to acquire sweet metals and understand the underworld of magic together. He and Ronan fight the one time they get to talk over the phone, Adam because he is truly scared Ronan will be the one to end the world, Ronan because he feels like this is another person perceiving him as a failure and wanting to control/baby him (+ he hates Adam hanging with Mr Gray and Declan of all people). By the time Greywaren starts, Adam is wrung out and hurting and Ronan is dead to the world, so yeah. He doesn’t think he can spend emotional energy playing safeguard to his boyfriend’s coma corpse. And then by the end of the book they have an actual argument/discussion no “they didn’t need words” cop out.

The number of Dreamers/Dreams has to be reduced. It’s cool to say that dreams were always integrated into this world, but it creates so many plot holes it isn’t even funny. There is no way Niall could have passed off the Greywaren being a box that brings dreams to life if Dreamers were such a common occurrence. No secret can be kept that well, someone in the black market would have known, and thus Greenmantle/Mr. Gray/Laumonier/ect WOULD HAVE KNOWN !!!

Declan does not have all his character erased by suddenly loving his mommy and daddy. Seriously what the fuck was that. Declan suddenly deciding to forgive his father because actually Declan was secretly the favorite child first is INSANE. Especially after seeing that that changed because Niall and Mor WANTED TO KILL HIS BROTHER!!! The two tenants of Declan Lynch in TRC were protecting his remaining family and fucking hating that Ronan idolized Niall just because Niall loved him best. So why make Declan turn around and do the same??? Suddenly Niall wasn’t so bad because actually he let Declan be shoved into a car trunk during a shootout out of love. I hate this plot line. Family doesn’t have to be forgiven. Understood, that’s one thing. Forgiven?? Not always. Sick of it. The real takeaway from seeing those memories should have been closure to Declan’s arc of learning that dreams should be viewed as people completely.

I definitely have other points but I cannot think of them right now. And I want to post this so I will. But TD3, as you can see, makes me an insane person.

#I’m so sorry it took me so long to answer this #I say I want asks then take forever to answer life is just crazy rn #answers #td3 #the dreamer trilogy #ronan lynch #declan lynch #pynch #adam parrish

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hollyhomburg · 5 months ago

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(Cw: vent post) We reached a new level today in our discussion about me moving and leaving mostly because I got my official acceptance last night (yay, I’ll be moving to Seoul in August! I don’t know how much I want to talk about it yet so maybe don’t send me any asks about it!) I expressed very calmly to my mom that no- I don’t want to leave, but yes- I am leaving because I am not willing to tolerate the abuse from my grand parents or take a trial period living with them.

And she kept going on about how I’d wanted to move at one point (but didn’t because I realize I need more support than I would get at the time) and she’s saying that I’m being unfair and making her feel guilty- because in her mind she has no choice but to provide housing for her parents (this is not entirely true: she has 6 other siblings- two of which own more than one house that could easily provide for them.) She feels obligated to house them however since we live in the same community that they used to live in and 20 years ago they helped her buy our house- money that she has sense paid back.

But my grandfather and I but heads- he yells a lot no matter how much I tell him to stop. He has told me on several occasions that my life will be worthless if I do not have kids, that I am obligated to serve him as the patriarch of the family- tads yada yada.

I have made it clear to her many times over the years that I will not live with this man. She knows this, and is preparing a place to live for them anyways. So fine- I accepted it and about 4 months ago I started making plans for myself to leave because I knew she was going to make the choice regardless of my feelings.

It sucks, I feel very abandoned and like my feelings aren’t valued by her, but that is like- the bare minimum of the situation. Like I feel very much like I was like “please don’t do the thing , if you do this I will be hurt by it” and she’s like “but I will do the thing” and I’m like “okay, I am hurt by it” and then she has a freak out. It’s very simple.

She wants me to absolve her from her guilt about not choosing me- and not convincing one of her other siblings to take care of them. She says I’m making her feel guilty when I’m seriously not- I am just Litterally like- having feelings. I cannot absolve her from something without betraying myself and what I feel and saying things that aren’t true.

I understand the rational behind her actions and I am still hurt by them. I understand that she will not change her mind about the necessity of them moving in and I am unwilling to change my stance on my grandfather.

I was very transparent in that I forgive her for choosing her parents by default over me, reader- I even verbally said “I forgive you, I am still hurt by this, but I forgive you because I understand you view this as your only option” but she still said? I’m making her feel guilty?

Tell me why she’s saying that- like I understand why things are happening they are. but just because I’m not willing to say that her actions don’t hurt me she’s saying I’m guilt tripping her.

there’s nothing to be done about my hurt feelings other than prioritizing myself and taking myself out of the situation that she has made untenable. She keeps being all like “I don’t want you to leave.” “I don’t want to leave either but you aren’t willing to do what it will take for me to stay, I forgive you for this but I am still leaving.”

In my mind this is a totally compassionate and reasonable thing to say, but she still??? Says I’m guilt tripping her??? and then she gets angry. I’m trying to be very mature about this. I’m trying to be very thoughtful. I don’t honestly know what else to say to her or what to do.

#I do not like being alive at this point #I’m trying so hard to just like being alive #to find enjoyment in life and stay safe and be happy #but man #I am exhausted #if I’d just kod myself in highschool none this stuff would have happened to me. I’d just be in the wind #I regret not having the strength to go through with it because I’d have saved myself so much pain

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anamericangirl · 2 months ago

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What’s a good reason to not take my own life? I’ve been feeling this way for years. Been to multiple treatment programs. Seen by several different therapists. Anti-depressants. I frequently go outdoors to exercise. Try to fill up my life with being optimistic about my (admittedly nice) job, hobbies, travel, and volunteering. And yet I’m still no better than I was 5 years ago and I have no hope about a happy future. “Your family will miss you.” Ok, and? I think it’s selfish to tell people in pain to continue living like that because some people might temporarily feel sad. They’ll eventually move on. My friends too, especially the ones who are happily married “to their best friends” and having babies and are so happy that they forget I exist.

Hey anon I hope I am not too late! I am just getting out of a hurricane and was without internet access for several days so i apologize for the delay.

But there are so many reasons not to take your own life. In fact, I can’t think of a single reason why you should.

I know it’s tough right now and trust me, I know that depression makes it all feel pointless and worthless and can plague you for years but even though if feels like forever I promise you these feelings and this depression and your circumstances are TEMPORARY. And it would be a tragedy for you to take your life over temporary circumstances and not see what is possible on the other side.

Yes your family and friends will miss you but you should stay because your life has purpose and meaning! Therapy and anti-depressants are good and I’m glad you’ve been trying those things because that means you don’t actually want to die - you just want the pain to stop. And that’s completely understandable and also manageable!

It’s great that you’ve been continuing to exercise and do volunteer work because those things can definitely impact your mood, but they aren’t the source of true joy, peace and happiness. Now I’m a Christian so I’m sure it won’t surprise you for me to say this, but what you are looking for and what you need can only come from God. I urge you to put your faith and trust in him and give him your burdens.

The devil has a hold on you right now, don’t let him win!

“So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.” - Isaiah 41:10

For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. - Jeremiah 29:11

“The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.” - John 10:10

“Cast your cares on the LORD and he will sustain you; he will never let the righteous be shaken.” - psalm 55:22

“The LORD is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. The righteous person may have many troubles, but the LORD delivers him from them all.” - psalm 34:18-19

But now that I’ve gone on my spiel, here are some reasons I think it’s good to keep living. Not all my original thoughts but ones i agree with.

1. You matter

2. No one else is you.

3. Your younger self

4. Your next favorite song.

5. Warm blankets.

6. Thunderstorms

7. The fact that you’re in control of your future.

8. Experiencing new cultures.

9. Making new friends.

10. Road trips.

11. Sunsets and sunrises.

12. Reading good books.

13. Learning a new language.

14. Adopting a pet.

15. Fresh baked bread and cookies.

16. Getting packages in the mail.

17. Autumn.

18. Pumpkin spice.

19. Drinking coffee in the morning.

20. Beaches and being able to sink your toes into the sand.

21. Stepping on crunchy leaves.

22. Recovery.

23. Falling in love.

24. Rain.

25. Petting puppies and kittens.

26. Drinking water.

27. Trying something new and loving it.

28. Your favorite artist putting out new music.

29. A new season on your favorite TV show.

30. Planting a garden and growing your own vegetables.

31. Farmers Markets.

32. Trying out the newest local coffee shop or restaurant.

33. Karaoke

34. All of the people you have yet to meet.

35. Horseback riding

36. Stars.

37. Ice cream.

38. Ice tea.

39. Scented candles.

40. Learning something new.

41. Museums.

42. Going to the movies.

43. Hearing your favorite song come on the radio.

44. Learning to make a new recipe.

45. Your life is precious.

46. You are enough.

47. Random acts of kindness.

48. God looked at the world and thought it needed you.

49. Your story could save someone else.

50. Looking back on this time in 10 years and realizing you made it.

There’s an endless amount of reasons to stay alive and I hope some of them resonate with you.

But if you are desperate please reach out to the suicide prevention hotline at 988. If you are outside the US then you can find the number for your location here.

Please know that I am praying for you and please reach out to me again if you want to. I would love to keep up with how you are doing 💜

#anon #answered

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lanalaynetalks · 9 days ago

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Tenrou Island is one of my favorite arcs! I love this arc so much. I think this is possibly a controversial take. I don’t know. My favorite thing about shows is learning more about systems in the world. I think it’s just so interesting to see how wizards become s-class. This is going to be long. I am so sorry I love this arc so much. It’s a lot of Cana… I ADORE CANA. Plus a lot of Levy and Gajeel! I just think this arc features so many fan favorite characters so well. This is also before The Thunder Legon was nerfed so they have some cool moments. Just I love this arc so much!

1. I do think it’s crazy that they really just throw us into the arc with no filler episodes/arc between. I think this is one of the only arcs that doesn’t have filler episodes before or a filler arc.

2. Fairy Tail having a sacred place implies that other guilds do as well.

3. Something I find weird about S-Class wizards is why does the title follow you from one guild to another. Juvia and Gajeel were S-Class in Phantom Lord, but not Fairy Tail.

4. Silly thing time! Hiro Mashima trying to put all the main characters and main side characters on the island.

5. Lisanna and Juvia. I wish we kept seeing them as friends.

6. Evergreen and Elfman are one of my favorite ships and should be a main ship. It should be the big 5 instead of big 4. They were more together by the end than any of the other ships! I LOVE THEM!

7. Oh Mest… I miss your silly personality. Also how did he go from ok looking, to hot, to Nastu wannabe. I will be mourning when we see hot Mest for the last time.

8. Why did Makarov keep picking Cana? It seems a little cruel.

9. First Mavis mentioned. Mavis is one of my favorite characters of all time. I love her so much. Fairy Tail Zero is so good and made me love her more.

10. While pacing was my biggest issue for the last two arcs I feel like this is when the show found its pace. Without this arc the grand magic games would have not been as good as it was. I said what I said!

11. If I walked into the route and saw it was Mira I would have just walked away. Mirajane scares me the most out of all characters in the show.

12. I’m going to say it! I ship Lily and Carla! I said what I said!

13. I never got why Hades was so obsessed with Zeref. Because Zeref literally taught him how to use magic. I also wish we got more info on why he turned evil. It’s hard for to believe e he would attack Fairy Tail because he was a founder and was like best friends with Mavis. Him being Precht makes no sense because we never get a full explanation on how he turned evil other than he basically accidentally went down the alt right pipeline

14. I will never get over the Iron with a heart in the O. When I saw it for the first time I screamed and I still scream and fangirl over it!

15. Makarov talking Gajeel into joining Fairy Tail will forever be one of my favorite Gajeel scenes.

16. This arc is really when we start seeing Wendy come into her character and she becomes less of just the little kid to a true character.

17. It’s heavily implied you can’t say no to being Fairy Tail’s guild master. We see Makarov be like lol no and Precht being like lol too bad. Then we see Guildarts being like lol no and Makarov being like lol too bad! Then we see Guildarts being like lol as master you are now master again! Like can they really not say no?

18. I wish we could see Makarov in his prime. I know there has been discussion about how the series is going to continue. I don’t want next generation Fairy Tail I want to see old generation Fairy Tail. I want to see Makarov and his old team beating people up. I want to see Precht as guild master. Or even early days of Makarov being guild master! I would even be ok if it was like Fairy Tail Zero where it was a one arc story.

19. I do have a theory that Precht made Fairy Law. I don’t think it’s stated ever that Mavis made all the grand fairy spells but I maybe wrong. So that’s how he was able to make Grimoire Law.

20. Another theory I have is that Precht took care of Makarov after Yuri’s death.

21. Now this is an out there theory. I know it. I believe that Yuri called Laxus back to the island. HEAR ME OUT! We know that some things just happen in Fairy Tail especially with the living and the dead. Yuri promised to always protect Mavis also his son was in danger. His legacy (Fairy Tail) was in danger. I also think that it could have been Mavis, but I think it’s more poetic coming from Yuri.

22. Makarov saying it’s up to his successor and us being shown Laxus… I am going to call it right now. The end of 100 year quest we will be seeing Laxus becoming master. This would be a perfect way to end his character. This is not the post to get into it, but ya that’s my prediction.

23. God Slayers… oh the magic that was sort of forgotten about. How sad.

24. I will die on this hill. Laxus should have been the Lightning God Slayer. This would had been able to connect him, Ivan and Hades together in a perfect way.

25. This arc also has some of my favorite speeches.

26. One thing about me is I am absolutely sat every time Mirajane transforms.

27. Elfgreen is such an underrated ship.

28. I love Evergreen so much.

29. Capricorn is cool! I really like him even if he isn’t used enough. I love him! Probably second favorite spirit. First is Aquarius because I am an Aquarius and she is just awesome.

30. Favorite Juvia moment is when Meredy said she was wanting to kill Gray.

31. Also wow the show that has shown over and over again to become more powerful is to channel your emotions is showing how emotions makes people more powerful. I really don’t get why people give Fairy Tail so much hate using the power of friendship. It’s almost like we are shown over and over again that is literally how it works. More emotion = more power. It also makes me more mad now knowing the show was created because Hiro Mashima was lonely.

32. One of my favorite things to come out of this arc is Juvia and Meredy’s friendship.

33. Honestly Juvia vs Meredy is my favorite Juvia fight.

34. Cana my love. We both have daddy issues. She just like me for real!

35. Me realizing I’ve misspelled Gildarts name this whole time… oops

36. Seeing Cana’s mom’s will and seeing Cana’s cards being around it. I think her mom also used card magic.

37. Can we talk about how Cana was defeated by Laxus in her first S-Class trial. We don’t talk about this enough!

38. I truely believe that any minor inconvenience Cana threatens to use Fairy Glitter.

39. Fairy Tail having grand spells implies that other guild have grand spells

40. Rip thunder legion…. They aren’t dead they just get hella nerfed after this arc. Well more than they already were after the battle of fairy tail.

41. One thing about Gray is going to try to cast ice shell.

42. I love Ultear so much. She is one of my favorite villains.

43. Lily being scared of thunder and lightning. Adorable. I love him.

44. I do think Hades being a founder was added later on because when he revealed he was the second guild master he didn’t mention being a founder and I think that’s something that would have been mentioned.

45. LAXUS IS BACK BABY! ONE THING ABOUT LAXUS HE KNOWS HOW TO MAKE AN ENTRANCE!

46. We are so spoiled in this arc. We got so much of side characters showing their skills.

47. So Nastu just got the flame lighting power. Honestly don’t understand how it worked! But I don’t care because it’s cool! Wanna know what’s not cool? The fact that Wendy is the only 1st generation dragon slayer to not get an extra dragon slayer element. I hope by the end of 100 year quest she gets something. I want cobra to give her poison. Because that would be badass.

48. The exceed side mission is so adorable and goofy. I LOVE IT.

49. To think of Hades just kept his Fairy Tail emblem he would have been able to win the final fight because the tree was restore

50. People say it’s a plot hole that Ultear was able to restore the tree because she said she can’t use her magic on living things, but I think it was just bad phrasing and really it’s like humans and animals she can’t us her magic on.

51. The Laxus ship that makes the most sense to me is that him and the thunder legion are just a poly relationship. Yes Elfman is apart of this.

52. Another reason why I don’t think Hades was always supposed to be a founder of Fairy Tail is because how did he not recognize Zeref as the man who taught him magic?

53. I love Gildarts and Cana so much! I know if Cana told him from the start he would have stopped going on his long jobs to take care of her. He is such a girl dad.

54. Everyone begging Makarov to let them stay and fight is another moment that makes me cry every time. Honestly the whole episode does.

55. Most iconic scene in Fairy Tail is them holding hands and no one can change my mind.

56. Mavis protecting her guild. Her babies! I love her. The foreshadowing of fairy sphere being more powerful than Acnologia.

Tenrou Island is one of the best arcs. It is also a soft reboot of the show. I can’t wait for the grand magic games. I don’t know if I’ll watch the clock arc. I haven’t watched it in years. It is always a skip for me because I want to get to the grand magic games. I know I missed a lot during this arc and forgot to write things down. I watch the show while working on my school work. I love talking about Fairy Tail so don’t be shy send me things! Thank you for reading me fan girling over my favorite piece of media! The grand magic games post will likely be multiple parts because I think it’s peak Fairy Tail.

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morallygay · 2 months ago

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My theory about “the truth about halkenburg’s birth” is that his mother is queen unma. I don’t know how or why that would be the case (there could be multiple reasons tho to want a certain prince to be affiliated with a certain queen, for its various implications) but just physically come on you HAVE to point out he looks so much like her and benjamin too. They’re the only 3 characters with that nose.

(Tsubeppa also has the same big square chin as benjamin and halkenburg tho. A counter-argument against “halkenburg is unma’s child not duazul’s” since she is allegedly his sister and duazul’s child)

Meanwhile nasubi and duazul are supposedly his parents

Togashi is great at character design between related characters. It’s smth he obviously is considering well when designing them. These 2 objectively do not look like this guy’s biological parents at all. Now there’s also the beyond child possibility, true, but that would mean beyond is the father, the mother still being duazul (altho the mother could be unma and the father beyond technically lol. That would be pretty wild imagine neither of his parents are actually his parents). Not that much of an upgrade in terms of resemblance, and it’s still unma, the mother, whose nose and features in general he has.

An implication of this would be that the 9th prince and the 1st prince are both the 1st queen’s. That’s quite the age difference. Halkenburg is definitely younger than he looks. Quasi certainly in his 20s, I bet on early 20s. It’s not like you can fake his age without him or anyone else ever knowing/noticing… So he must still be the 9th prince, younger than (6) taithon, (7) luzurus and (8) salé-salé, and older than (10+11) kachô and fûgetsu.

The thing is that whatever it is, there is something there. the letter tells us. There’s a “truth about his birth”. So him being actually unma’s child seems very possible.

Now I have even less idea how or why they would have pulled that off but let me shoot this theory in the air just because I thought of it: considering the 2 facts of:

Halkenburg (allegedly duazul’s child) looks like unma and not duazul

Tserriednich (allegedly unma’s child) does not look like unma (or nasubi, reallly), but has finer features, which could work with duazul being his mother

What about: their mothers are reversed. There could always be a reason if you think enough and make assumptions about characters’ motivations.

Again the other explanation for tserri’s not looking like the child of unma and nasubi is that he’s beyond’s child. Maybe. He does look like netero. That would make beyond and unma his parents tho. When to me nasubi is the one I can see being his dad if he doesn’t take much from him, while the only thing he has in common with unma is blond hair (i assume? that unma’s hair is blond?), which most other queens and princes have.

Obviously genetics are not this simple and can skip generations. We can see tserri being beyond’s child because he looks like young netero, even when he doesn’t look like beyond. There’s no reason why the other princes can’t take after a grandparent. But we have no way of knowing that, so. What do you want me to do about it. and it would be unsatisfying for it to be the case when we had no way of knowing. Pointless thought either way.

There’s again the possibility that tserri is beyond’s and duazul’s child, and let’s go all out, that halkenburg is nasubi’s and unma’s. Orchestrated by beyond obviously. Honestly a switcharoo between queens would just be a very easy little extra act at this point in beyond’s intricate plan, but blur the tracks much more. Low effort high reward; assuming he wants/needs to keep his prince child a secret. And assuming longhi is right about this entire premise ofc. There’s also the question of how it would work and how would tserri and halkenburg not know or ever notice.

I will say it is strange to me that tserri would be beyond’s child and not know nen until now, but that’s a subject for another time.

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autumnshighlady · 9 months ago

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I've Always Liked to Play With Fire (part 21)

NESTA ARCHERON X ERIS VANSERRA X FEMALE!READER

summary: plans become finalized, and you finally get a moment alone with Nesta and Eris.

warnings: graphic violence, misogyny, ANGST ANGST ANGST

word count: 7.5k

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a/n: i genuinely hate how i wrote this chapter it disgusts me so i apologize for how terrible it is but let me know your thoughts as always!

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The venison was tasteless in your mouth as you pushed your food around the golden plate. Beside you, Malgorm was already on his second helping, the juice from the meat dripping down his chin, and you tried not to cringe.

After Rhysand had left, Beron had ordered you, Malgorm, Nesta, and Eris to join him and the Lady of Autumn for lunch. Even though your stomach churned at the idea of consuming food after the anxiety of Rhys’s visit, you had simply smiled and said it would be an honour. Beron had offered you his arm, ordering you to walk with him to the dining hall. Keeping up the facade, you had once again gone along with it with a smile.

Beron’s moods gave you whiplash. When you had last seen the High Lord, he was ready to toss your body back over the Autumn Court border. He had not cared if you had lived or died, but something had changed. The way he defended you against Rhysand, treating you like his own daughter that he genuinely loved, unsettled you. It was an act so convincing that part of you wanted to believe it was real. But you weren’t stupid, you knew better. Beneath the surface, there was something evil and cunning behind his actions.

There was always an ulterior motive with Beron, that much you had been told by Eris. But if Beron had married you to Malgorm with the hopes that his second youngest son would eliminate you from his list of problems, then why bother being so nice to you?

For a split second, your eyes had met Eris’s as you took his father’s arm. Panic flickered across his amber gaze before slipping away. That look haunted you as you walked – why was Eris so afraid? Even you knew that Beron wasn’t about to strike you down at that moment.

A thousand questions and thoughts swarmed your head as you ate. With a hearty sip of wine, you forced yourself to pay attention to the conversation at the table.

“The Lords from the remaining cities will be here in three days' time for the wedding,” Eris was saying to Beron. “Extra servants have been brought to the guest house to ensure all their needs are met.”

Beron spoke between bites, not bothering to look at his son. “And the wine storages are fully stocked?”

“Of course. I had extra barrels brought in just in case.”

The High Lord simply made a noise of what you assumed to be satisfaction. He turned towards you, those cunning eyes meeting yours. You fought the urge to squirm under his gaze. “Are you looking forward to your wedding, girl?” He asked. The question was pointed – phrased politely enough to not raise questions but there was a challenge underlying his voice. Beron was not an idiot, it was clear he had figured out you knew exactly what kind of male Malgorm was. Every wince in your movement had been noticed by the High Lord, it seemed. As he now dared you to protest the engagement.

The true Beron Vanserra seeping through the strained mask of a loving father.

But you did not give in. “Of course, my Lord,” You dipped your head politely. “It is an honour I could have only dreamed of. I look forward to being wed to your son.”

The High Lord pressed further, as if to urge a stronger reaction out of you. “Is it the wedding you always dreamed of having?”

“Not particularly. But only because I never thought I would be lucky enough to be engaged into someone of such royal status. Nor did I expect it to be a Lord of the Autumn Court. But this wedding is better than anything I could have ever hoped for as a child, and I thank you, High Lord.” A blend of truth and lies, the sweet spot to dealing with Beron Vanserra, as Eris had once told you. You could never outright lie to the male, for he had a talent of seeing right through it. Beron narrowed his eyes for a second, but thankfully did not press you further. Instead, he turned back to Eris. “Once Malgorm’s wedding is over, we will keep the staff for the next month to prepare for your wedding to Nesta. No use spending more gold sending them home only to have to bring them back two weeks later.”

Eris nodded. “An excellent idea, my Lord.”

As the eldest Vanserra discussed more details of the weddings with his father, you snuck a glance at Nesta. She sat across from you, eyes darting between her unfinished plate of food and the conversation between Eris and Beron. She sat stiffer than normal, as if being in close proximity to Eris was too much for her. Thankfully, no scent of the mating bond hung in the air between them, or between you and her, hiding this larger than life secret from Beron.

More than anything, you wanted to go over to her. To sit next to Nesta and hold her hand, leaning into the comfort of her presence. It chipped away at your heart having to act so distant from the female, your mate. It was a hard act to keep up, and you didn’t know how Eris had survived for so long pretending to be so detached.

For the first time in days, you reached down through the bond towards Nesta. You did so as subtly as possible, as to not elicit any sort of reaction from her that might draw attention. On her end of the bond, it was as if a wall of storm clouds were surrounding her. You could feel her turmoil, a whirlwind of emotions so strong it nearly sent you back down to your end of the bond.

But you stayed, gently pressing into the thick wall on her end, urging her to let you in. At first, they did not give, shutting you out and preventing you from feeling her through the bond. Please, you begged her silently. And then you felt the clouds soften, allowing you to push through into the centre, towards the end of the bond. Instantly, you began to feel better, your nerves soothing as the bond warmed and brought you comfort.

But then you felt Nesta’s emotions through the bond. It took everything in you not to flinch as you stood in the eye of her hurricane. It was too loud, as if a thousand different voices were screaming at her at once. Guilt, anger, confusion, all crashing into her like the tidal waves of a raging sea. Yet none of it showed on her face, as if her emotions were not even there. You caressed her end of the bond, feeling the storm slow ever so slightly. It will be ok, you reassured her.

You saw Nesta’s shoulders relaxed a bit, and it took all your self control to go back to your end of the bond. You wanted to keep your mind huddled in there, soothing her and turning those grey clouds into distant memories. But you couldn’t, not with Beron there.

The sound of footsteps dragged your attention away from Nesta. A male in courtier attire appeared, bowing low and apologising for the interruption before insisting the Vanserra’s accompany him to attend to an urgent matter. Beron seethed, angry at being disturbed at meal time, but Eris spoke quickly. “Of course, we will see to it right away.”

Malgorm, Lirilla, Beorn, and Eris all stood up and began to follow the male, speaking in hushed voices leaving you and Nesta alone at the table. As the doors closed behind them, you peaked around at the ten guards in the room. No doubt they reported you and Nesta’s every move to Beron, making you unable to speak freely. Gods, it had been so long since you had a moment alone with Nesta. You had barely seen her in the last week with the wedding planning.

After a few minutes of silence, Nesta finally spoke. “So, are you being kept busy with wedding preparations?” Her voice sounded forced and awkward, confusing you until you heard her speak a second time, but into your mind through the bond. The guards are listening. Keep talking about the wedding.

You cleared your throat, straightening your spine. “Yes, very much so. The different cake varieties I sampled were incredible. Would you like to hear about them? You’ll likely be presented with the same options in a few weeks.” Are you ok?

“Do tell.” Are you? Azriel told us about what Malgorm did to you.

You barely heard yourself rambling on about various aspects of the wedding as you continued your mind speaking conversation with Nesta. Yes. No. I’m not sure. Things with him are already bad, and I’ve been told it’ll get worse once the wedding happens.

Like we said, we won’t let that happen.

Are you sure? Nesta blinked at your words. Because as much as everyone’s telling me I’m not allowed to know anything about your plan to stop the wedding and kill Beron, it really just seems like you have nothing.

She did not respond. A chilly gust of wind seeped in through the cracked windows, unyielding against the blazing fires meant to keep the room warm. The candles flickered, and neither of you moved as you stared at each other. Well? You asked her. Am I wrong?

It’s not that. Nesta said, her blue-grey eyes going down to gaze upon the intricate designs of the table cloth. Eris, Azriel and I are at a disagreement about how to handle the situation. Eris and Azriel believe… Her voice in your head faded off like a song carried by the wind.

You gulped, swallowing the lump in your throat. Well?

Nesta’s solemn gaze met yours. Eris and Azriel believe the best way to end the engagement is to kill Malgorm. And to frame you for it.

Your stomach dropped. You knew Eris was cutthroat and bold with his schemes, but this? This felt like a setup. Your trust with Eris had waxed and waned in the years you had known him, and since your arrival in Autumn he had done nothing to make you believe that he would betray you.

But if he was mated to Nesta as well, perhaps he did not want to share his mate. A mating bond affected males deeply, that much you knew. You willed your panicked breaths to cease as Nesta continued mind speaking. Eris would be the one to find you over Malgorm’s body and take you to the dungeons. That would lure Beron down for an interrogation, where I would be waiting with Eris to kill him. Eris claims that the shock of a bride killing her suitor before the wedding would be something Beron would want to keep under wraps, so he would be more likely to come to deal with the situation alone without letting the word get out that you were supposedly the one to kill Malgorm.

So you’d use me as bait? Your throat was dry, stomach resisting the urge to hurl up lunch’s contents.

Silver fire flickered beneath Nesta’s eyes. Absolutely not. That is where we disagree. I am not willing to let you be put in this position. Too many things can go wrong.

I’ll do it.

Nesta’s slender hand curled tighter around her goblet of wine. No you will not. I wasn’t even supposed to tell you about this plan, (Y/N). Because this is exactly what Eris said you’d do.

So you’d rather me not have a choice, just like you didn’t have a choice either when you were shipped off to the House of Wind?

Your mate flinched as if she had been struck. Part of you regretted your words, but the other part didn’t. Nesta was being blinded by fear for your safety, as any good mate would. You knew it was unfair to compare the two very different situations, but that didn’t change how you felt. Nesta, I’ve had all of my choices ripped away from me these last few weeks. You know damn well how that feels. Please. As my mate, let me do this. Let me have this be my choice.

Her face softened slightly, contemplating your words. She sighed, pretending to fiddle with the hem of her sleeve as her voice sounded in your head again. Funny. Eris knew you’d say that too, if you found out. Something tells me the slippery bastard was banking on me telling you so he didn’t have to. I don’t think he wants to piss you off.

You chuckled into your wine as you took a sip. So, how do you plan on killing my beloved fiancée? Beheading? Death by glorious silver fire? Being fed to the dogs?

Believe me. After what Malgorm did to you, Eris wants nothing more than to make a public spectacle of his suffering. But we will have to be quick and discreet, lest we draw attention to ourselves. And it has to look like you did it, not us.

How will that work?

We’re still figuring out the details.

You folded your hands in your lap, taking a deep breath as you decided to finally address the elephant in the room. So… you and Eris?

Nesta stiffened visibly, her voice quieter in your head as if she was pulling back. I don’t want to talk about it.

Nes, please. We don’t have to talk about it right now but… but I need to hear it from you, not Azriel. Please, just tell me… is it true that a bond snapped between you and Eris?

A moment of silence before her answer. Yes.

Ok.

Ok? That’s it?

Well what do you expect me to say?

I don’t know. It feels strange, having more than one bond. It’s as if I am being unfaithful to you. Aren’t you supposed to be mad?

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes, stabbing a piece of broccoli on your plate harder than necessary. Azriel asked me the same damn thing. And I’ll tell you what I told him: no, I am not mad. No, I am not jealous or hurt. Hell, I feel like I should be, but I’m not. I see no reason why potentially being loved by more than one person is a bad thing when it hurts nobody.

But things have… happened between us. A faint blush crossed Nesta’s cheeks. Things I don’t just want to forget and let go of.

You remembered her words to you, those six words that made up the phrase you replayed in your head over and over again every day after Nesta was brought back from her hike with Cassian. It’s you. It’s always been you.

She had never explicitly said it, but Nesta loved you. And you loved her. No amount of mating bonds would change that.

And you don’t have to. Your hands tingled with the urge to reach across the table and entangle your fingers in her own. I certainly won’t. We can figure out what all of this means for us once things settle down, ok?

A hint of a smirk crossed Nesta’s lips. Remember that day after the Prison where you helped me bathe?

You were naked in front of me and I was too nervous to look because I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable or pressured. Of course I remember.

There was a haunted glaze over her eyes that replaced the playful one. You’re so different from Cassian. He… he always wanted to fuck me in those moments where I was vulnerable. And I wanted it too, but…

You finished her sentence for her. But he should have known better.

You felt something warm around your ankle. It was gentle, and you knew if you looked under the table and beneath your skirt you would have seen a silver flame there. It was electrifying, but not burning – a soft caress of reassurance.

The sound of the doors opening snapped you out of your trance. A pissed-off looking Beron entered the room, his sons behind him with their heads low. Lirilla was nowhere to be seen.

You and Nesta quickly stood up, curtseying at the Vanserra’s. The atmosphere in the room tensed with their arrival, Beron’s anger casting a dark cloud over everything like the comings of a thunderous storm. His face was twisted with mal contempt as he resumed his seat at the head of the table, delving back into his food without giving the nod for the rest of the lunch party to sit down as well. The sound of the High Lord’s noisy eating echoed throughout the room. You clasped your hands together, impatiently wanting to sit back down.

After what seemed like forever, Beron finally nodded, urging the rest of you to finally take your seats. Malgorm reached behind you to pull out your chair, his hand conveniently brushing your backside along the way. It took every ounce of self control you had to not glare at him. He snickered as you stiffened at his actions.

“Father,” Eris spoke up smoothly. “Lady (Y/N) and Lady Nesta have finished their meals, and I believe you and my dear brother still have wedding matters to discuss. If it pleases you, I can escort both of them back to their chambers.”

Malgorm’s thin upper lip curled, eyes flashing with anger identical to Beron’s as he challenged his brother. “I can escort my own fiancée.”

Eris scoffed. “I saw you groping her ass just now. I do not think I can trust you to bring her back to her room without soiling her before the wedding.”

You cringed at his language, speaking of you as if you were a shiny new object. Females here were treated just as badly as in the Court of Nightmares. It would be hard for Eris to convince them to change their ways, and you doubted he would be able to do so without bloodshed. You wanted more than anything to make Autumn Court safe enough for Gwyn and Emerie to be brought here, along with any female who sought a better life.

“You have no right to tell me what I can and cannot do with my wife, brother.” Malgorm snarled viciously, causing you to flinch.

“Silence!” Beron seethed. Malgorm’s eyes still burned with anger, but he clenched his jaw shut at his father’s orders. “Eris may not be able to tell you what to do, but I can. Eris is right – if you cannot be trusted to keep your cock in your pants, then you are not to be alone with your bride until after the wedding. She is to remain pure and untouched until you are married, am I clear, Malgorm?”

Malgorm sighed. “Yes, my Lord.”

“Then consider the matter closed.” Beron motioned for another glass of wine to be poured. “Eris, escort the females back to their respective chambers. Now.”

Eris nodded hastily, offering Nesta his arm as they both stood up. When they reached your side of the table, you took Eris’s other arm. His expression was unreadable as he led you away from the table, heavy doors closing behind you.

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The three of you walked back to your bedroom in silence. Guards and servants hastily parted ways as you strode through the winding hallways. Eris held his head high, the perfect portrait of an arrogant eldest son. You wondered how many of the servants reported to Eris or Lirilla rather than Beron.

Autumn truly was a court of spiderwebs, each one carefully woven by each player of their own game. Unless you knew for sure who was loyal to who, nobody could be trusted.

You relaxed when you saw Saeros and Ivar posted outside your door. They nodded to Eris ever so slightly, a reassuring sign that they wouldn’t repeat whatever they overheard. Beron’s eldest son ushered you and Nesta into your room, and only when the door closed and locked behind you did you let out a breath.

“We may speak freely here.” Eris said, igniting a small flame on his fingertip. He flicked his hand, casting it into the fireplace. A soft orange flow filled the room, chasing away some of the damp chill.

You kicked off your shoes and sat down in the middle of your bed, sighing against the soft pillows. You rubbed your temples, feeling the mattress sink beside you as Nesta joined you. Her comforting scent calmed you, and you finally reached down and entwined your fingers in hers. Warmth swelled in your chest through the bond, relief of finally having physical contact with your mate. Nesta’s gaze softened, her blue-grey eyes finally free of their cold mask. She squeezed your hand comfortingly, her free hand coming up to brush a lock of hair out of your face.

“So, (Y/N),” Eris drawled, crossing his arms and leaning against the tall bedpost. “Shall I challenge you to a blood duel for the hand of our mate?”

You felt Nesta stiffen beside you, and you shot a death glare at the Prince. “That’s not fucking funny, Eris.” You snapped.

He rolled his eyes. “Oh, come on (Y/N). It is a little funny, you have to admit. The female we both wanted to save from being swallowed by Rhysand’s dreadful court just happens to be both our mate? I find great irony in that, don’t you?”

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re an insensitive asshole?” You shot back. Beside you, Nesta’s lips twitched ever so slightly as if she were fighting off a chuckle.

“Oh, plenty. But it sounds so much better when you say it.” Eris purred. “Besides, I’m a very sensitive male. I got you guys your alone time at the table earlier, didn’t I?”

Nesta spoke up, confusion lacing her voice. “You planned that?”

Eris sighed dramatically, pressing a hand to his heart. “Your surprise wounds me, my love. Of course I planned it. With a bit of help from a certain shadowsinger in creating a distraction to pull my father away from his favourite meal.”

“You certainly have a lot of tricks up your sleeve.” You muttered, the heat from the fire finally beginning to warm you up. Nesta leaned closer into you, her arm grazing yours as she settled into the cushions.

The Autumn Prince smirked. “Always. Now, the elephant in the room is that (Y/N) and I are both mated to Nesta. However, that does not matter until we can end your engagement to Malgorm. But for the sake of efficiency, shall we put all discussions of mating bonds on pause for now while we figure out what to do about my brother?”

“Please.” You spoke at the same time Nesta said, “I would love nothing more.”

“Perfect. Now, I trust Nesta told you about how much she disagrees with mine and Azriel’s plan?”

Nesta rolled her eyes. “Yes, I did. And naturally, she was on board.”

Eris clasped his hands together smugly. “Good girl,” He said as he smirked at you. “I was right. Admit it, Nesta.”

“I’d rather stick pins in my eyes, thanks.” Nesta said dryly. You snorted at the deadpan tone of her voice.

“But they’re such pretty eyes.” Eris protested before continuing in a more serious manner. “Anywho, as I predicted, you are willing to play a role in this, correct, (Y/N)?”

You shifted against the pillows, nervous at the idea of the plan. But you forced your voice to be even as you said, “If you mean am I willing to be Malgorm’s bait, yes.”

“Make no mistake, I do not like it either. But as I am sure Nesta explained to you, framing you for his death would force my father to come deal with the matter personally. By having you chained up in the dungeons as evidence, it is more believable. Then, Nesta and I can kill him.”

“Why do your plans always involve me in chains?” You sighed.

Eris’s voice was like pure silk as he replied, “Maybe I just like the way you look tied up.”

“Eris.” Nesta growled, her voice low with warning. You couldn’t tell which your heart was fluttering from more – Nesta’s veiled protectiveness, or Eris’s flirtatious remark.

The Prince continued as if he had not heard her. “But yes, chains are a little extreme even for my taste. I will not lie to you, there are huge risks involved with this plan. And I promised Nesta I would be transparent with you. In order for it to be believable, you have to be there when Malgorm dies. And if you were without injury, my father would see right through it.”

Your mouth dried up at his words. As if sensing that, Nesta clamped her hand even tighter around yours. Her lips were drawn in a thin disapproving line, and you could feel her distaste for the plan through the bond. Even though it was written all over her face.

“So you’re going to let Malgorm beat me up a bit first?” You asked, swallowing the dread that was building up in your throat.

The look on Eris’s face was one of remorse, an expression you had not seen him wear before. “That’s the only way it’ll work, my dear.” He said softly. “My father needs to be able to smell Malgorm’s touch on you. Feigning injuries will not work in this case. The evidence of a struggle needs to be real.”

“Stop.” Nesta hissed at Eris. “We can’t do this. I will not stand by and let my mate get hurt by that male.”

“Nesta,” You said quietly, and her head turned back towards you. “He already has hurt me. After everything I’ve… after all that’s happened I can take it. I promise.”

“Besides, we will be right there in the shadows. We will not let anything terrible happen to you. You have my word.” Eris added in an attempt to ease Nesta’s worries.

“Please.” Nesta’s voice was breaking barely above a whisper as she spoke to you, desperation in her grey eyes. “You have already sacrificed enough for all of this. I will support your decision but… please, don’t do this. We can find another way.”

You smiled sadly, cupping her cheek with your free hand and letting her lean into your touch. “We both know this is the only option. It’s okay, I can do this. Let me do this so we can finally be free of Beron and Malgorm.”

Nesta closed her eyes and sighed, but nodded. Gingerly, she grabbed your hand that was cupping her cheek and pulled it away. She pressed a soft kiss to the palm of it before entwining her fingers in your own. “Okay.” She said softly. “I trust you.”

Eris coughed, forcing you to break your gaze away from Nesta and focus back on him. “Now that that’s settled, we need to discuss the logistics of the plan.” He said. “(Y/N), Malgorm will undoubtedly choose to come see you here in this room. That’s where everything will take place.”

You frowned. “I thought your father banned him from being alone with me. Don’t your brothers obey your father’s orders?”

He shook his head. “Not Malgorm. His obsession with the chase of a forbidden female will tramp any desire to listen to Beron’s orders. The High Lord did us a favour and planted the seeds for him coming to seek you out somewhere that is not public, which gives us more privacy to kill him. I have no doubt he will come to your room tonight to spite my father.”

“Tonight?” Nesta said, tensing up beside you. “That soon?”

“I strongly believe so, yes. Malgorm will seek (Y/N) out tonight after most of the castle is asleep. She is to try and ward off his advances which will provoke him to anger. Then–”

You interrupted Eris. “Then I let him use me as a punching bag for a bit before you guys come in and kill him?”

“Not quite.” The male said, twirling the large amber ring on his finger. “He needs to die without magic being used to deal the blow, or else it won’t be believable since nobody knows you possess any kind of magic. Malgorm is to be slain with a dagger, the old fashioned way. Nesta will use her magic to restrain him and his powers, while Azriel comes in and deals the killing blow.”

“Azriel?” You baulked. “Why not you, Eris? Don’t you want to be the one to kill your brother?”

“Believe me, there are few things that would make me happier.” Eris said bitterly. “But Azriel can use his shadows to mask his scent – it would be too obvious if I killed him. My father knows exactly how I fight, how I wield a blade. We cannot take that risk. Plus, I believe the shadowsinger is still trying to make up for his role in your capture in the Night Court. Besides, I am trying to conserve my power to make killing my father as easy as possible.”

You hadn’t expected Azriel to be actively participating in this plan. It was an act of war for him to slay Malgorm, and a huge risk for him to take. But Eris was right – for the sake of evidence, it was easier if Azriel killed Malgorm with a blade than if Eris incinerated the bastard with his magic. “So what will you be doing amidst all this?” You asked. “Standing in the corner braiding your hair?”

“My job will be to keep you out of harm’s way after Nesta and Azriel enter the picture. And to provide backup if needed, but I am confident in Nesta’s ability to take on my brother alone. Especially with her hatred towards him.”

You glanced at Nesta, who met your gaze and nodded. “I will deal with Malgorm.” She promised, her voice cold.

“Once Malgorm is dead, Azriel will winnow Nesta away and I will make sure everything is in order. My guards have been instructed to enter the room once I depart, and they will take you to the dungeons while I go inform my father. You will be chained, but Azriel has the key. He will be in the cell with you, hiding Nesta with him. Once my father comes down, Nesta and I will work on killing him while Azriel unchains you. He will take you to my personal residence and get you healed up. Once Beron is dead, we will all breathe a sigh of relief.”

“And I won’t have to marry that awful male.” You added.

Eris nodded. “Precisely. by tomorrow morning, my father and brother will be dead, and I will be High Lord. And we will drink the best wine my court has to offer to celebrate.”

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It was impossible to try and sleep. You didn’t know why you bothered – perhaps it was an attempt to make time pass until the inevitable happened. Malgorm was coming for you. And every creak and noise from the surrounding area made you flinch.

It wasn’t the pain you were afraid of. Gods knew you had endured worse at the hands of Rhysand. It was the fact that so many things could go wrong. You were about to play a role in two murders. Well deserved ones, but murders nonetheless.

Please, You prayed to the Mother. Let us get through this.

You knew it was somewhat pointless, given that Estelle had said you were an incarnate version of the goddess she was. But you could still feel her presence, watching over you as if she, too, feared for what was going to happen.

You knew Eris, Nesta, and Azriel were not far away, cloaked in the darkness by Azriel’s shadows as they waited. But even their presence was not enough to bring you comfort. Your body was sweating with dread, the usually comfortable mattress feeling like rocks as you tossed and turned.

It was going to be a long night.

*********************

It was three hours later when the door creaked open, and you forced yourself to lie still as the unmistakable footsteps of Malgorm entered your room. The sound of a lock closing shut made your blood run cold. He was here.

You pretended to be asleep as you felt Malgorm walk around to the base of your bed. His presence was like a cobra in the dark, poised to strike at any moment, but not quite yet. The anxiety nearly made you tremble as you put on the best sleeping performance of your life.

You felt the covers being viciously yanked off of your body. Your surprised jolt awake wasn’t entirely an act. You blinked several times, panting frantically as your eyes focused on the male before you.

The sight of him made your stomach churn. Malgorm’s expression was nothing but predatory, his eyes practically glowing with glee in the dark as he drank in your nightgown-clad form. “Hello, lovely.” He purred.

You scrambled against the headboard, trying to cover your bare legs. “What are you doing here? It’s late, and your father said–”

“I don’t give a shit about what my father said.” Malgorm growled. “You are mine to do with as I please. Not even he has a say in that.”

You could feel Nesta’s anxiety through the bond, which increased your own. A large hand reached forward and grabbed your ankle, yanking you down to his end of the bed. Your body burned against the sheets as you were dragged towards him, squirming. “Please, don’t hurt me.” You begged.

“Please, don’t hurt me!” Malgorm mocked your voice before laughing and digging his sharp nails into your ankles. “I love it when they beg like that. So pathetic. I will not fuck you tonight, dear wife, that will have to wait until after the wedding I’m afraid. But I can enjoy other types of begging from you until then.”

Malgorm reached into his pocket and drew out the same knife had used the other day on you. In response, the barely healed cuts that littered your skin began to sting, as if he was reopening them all over again. Undoubtedly something he would likely try.

“I said no!” You shouted, bringing up your free leg and mustering all your strength to kick Malgorm between his legs.

The male let out a surprised groan as your foot connected with his groin. You gulped nervously – Eris had said to fight off Malgorm’s advances, but by the murderous look that crossed his face, you knew you had maybe taken it a bit too far.

“You little bitch.” Malgorm snarled furiously, tossing the dagger aside and launching himself at you. You had a split second to prepare yourself for his anger, and then the blows began.

Malgorm’s large form landed on top of you, his knees pinning down your legs as he drew back his fists and began bringing them down on you.

The first blow collided with your stomach, knocking the air out of you. The second one came immediately after, agony lacing your cheek as his knuckles slammed into it. Your body screamed in pain as his fists pummelled you, punching and slapping with tremendous force. Through blurry vision, you saw his amber eyes wild with fury and glee as you squirmed beneath him. It was enough to fuel you with enough anger to finally begin fighting back. He had gotten his blows in, judging from the blood that pooled in your mouth. Now it was time to make the struggle look real.

With a strength you didn’t know you possessed, you freed your left hand and raked your nails across his face, clawing deep enough you felt blood. You screeched furiously as you began meeting his blows with your own, biting and clawing like a creature from hell. Malgorm continued to pummelled you with his fists, but you barely felt it as you savoured the growl of pain he emitted as you fought back, your elbow connecting with his chest.

You couldn’t tell if it had been hours or seconds before a current of silver fire exploded from the corner of the room, sweeping in and curling between your bodies. Malgorm’s weight was lifted off of you, his body thrown into the wall. Flames of silver wrapped around his wrists and legs, pinning him to the surface as he snarled furiously, Flickers of orange stemmed from Malgorm’s fingers, but were quickly smothered by the silver flames.

Through blurry vision, you saw Nesta emerge from the shadows, the dark ribbons peeling away from her body and skirting back to the towering form of Azriel. Hazel and silver eyes glowed in the darkness as Nesta approached Malgorm’s struggling form like a goddess of death, Azriel quietly beside her like the executioner of an ancient queen. Death and darkness, united against Malgorm who could do nothing but sputter angrily.

“You will never touch her again.” Nesta hissed at him, silver flames bathing her body like an otherworldly gown. They danced around her, happy to be unleashed.

“Let me go, cunt!” Malgorm spat.

“You will not speak to my mate that way.” A familiar voice sounded from behind Azriel. Eris peeled out of the shadows, his amber eyes blazing with fury. He came to stand beside Nesta, whose silver flames licked at his fingers, as if they wanted his attention.

“I should have known you were behind this.” Malgorm said furiously. “Once father finds out, he will have your head.”

“Father won’t find out.” Eris said coolly. “Because you won’t be alive to tell him. Actually, I had not even planned on making an appearance to you until I saw your corpse on the floor. But I had to see the look in your eyes when you knew you were going to die.”

“You won’t kill me.”

“No, I won’t. But he will.” Eris stepped aside to let Azriel stalk forward, shadows dancing around his scarred hands as the blade Malgorm had tossed aside gleamed in his hand.

To your delight, Malgorm’s eyes flickered with fear. Azriel had a reputation amongst all courts for his cruelty, it seemed. Even in your half-conscious state, you watched with a shiver of fear for Malgorm as the coldness in Azriel’s eyes made the room nearly freeze over. “Any last words, Malgorm?” Azriel’s voice was soft but lethal, the unmistakable voice of death against the echoing rush of Nesta’s silver fire.

“Father will kill you all.” Malgorm hissed, albeit with a hint of tremble in his voice.

“Beron will be dead before your body even grows cold.” Eris said before nodding at Azriel. Within a heartbeat, the shadowsinger brought the blade up to Malgorm’s neck and plunged it into his throat. It was messy and untrained, the opposite of how Azriel would normally deal a death blow – but it was a deliberate choice, you realised. One to make it look like you truly killed Malgorm.

A sick, gurgling noise echoed throughout the room as the male began choking on his own blood. It gushed from his throat, filling the air with a burnt, coppery stench. After the longest minute of eternity, the light left Malgorm’s eyes as he took his last attempt at a breath, body going limp under Nesta’s silver flames.

Malgorm’s body hit the ground with a thump, his face still twisted in a look of pure hate. The silver fire retreated, going back to Nesta’s fingertips. Not a single mark was left in the room from them, evidence of Nesta’s new control of her magic. You tried to turn your gaze to her, but Azriel blocked your view. The Illyrian crouched down beside you, pity in his hazel eyes as he muttered, “I apologise, this is going to be unpleasant but necessary.”

Before you could wrap your brain around his words, scarred hands filled with dark red blood met your own fingers. Azriel carefully painted Malgorm’s blood on your hands, face, and chest, using his fingers to flick it as if it were paint and you the canvas, creating a splatter effect. You fought the urge to gag at the scent, a single tear falling down your cheek as the adrenaline wore off and the pain from Malgorm’s fists began to take over.

When he was done, Azriel carefully placed the blade next to you, staging the perfect crime scene.

“(Y/N)...” Nesta’s worried voice sounded through your weary blinks, but was cut off by Eris’s sharp voice.

“Az, get her out of here. Now.”

You whimpered, but had only a split second to see the horrified look on Nesta’s face before Azriel’s shadows encased her, whisking her away.

“I know it hurts, love,” Eris said softly, having crouched down beside you. “You were brave, and I am so proud of you.”

And then you felt it.

That tug in your chest that had always led you straight to Nesta and her mind.

Only this time, there was a fork in the path, a new rope to travel down. You felt yourself falling down it, away from the comforting silver clouds of Nesta’s end of the bond and into the red mists. The scent of smoke and evergreens enveloped your senses, and your skin was hot as if you were being bathed in flame.

At the very end of the magical rope, orange flames burned. Your eyes snapped open, suddenly seeing clearly as you met the orange flaming eyes of Eris.

The male at the other end of the rope. The mating bond.

“Eris…” His name felt different on your tongue than the hundreds of other times you had said it. This time, it was like a sacred prayer in a forgotten language was being uttered from your lips, the world itself spinning around you – and not just from the punches to the head that you took.

“I am sorry…” Eris’s voice was soft, and to your confusion, lacked the surprise that was reflected in your own.

Then it hit you. You reached down into the newly snapped bond, feeling the whirlwind of emotions of the flames that surrounded it. There was sadness, fear, and about fifty other different emotions, but not the one that you had expected the most: shock.

Your stomach dropped, and you could barely hear your own voice as you spoke. “You… you knew.” You rasped.

Eris said nothing, only stared down at you with sadness and regret across his pale face.

You sat up, and said stronger this time, “You KNEW? All this time, you knew that you were…” Your voice trailed off, and you swallowed your own blood before uttering the phrase you never thought you’d say to him: “You knew that you’re my mate?”

He did not answer, but his expression said it all.

“YOU KNEW!” You screamed at him hoarsely. “Look me in the fucking eyes and tell me that you knew, all this time, that I was mated to you. And that even after I placed all my trust in you, put my fucking life in your hands, you still kept it from me.” Every word was agony, but you didn’t care.

The prince swallowed, his face breaking. “Yes. I knew.”

Tears flowed down your face. “Since when?”

“Since the Winter Solstice when Azriel took you away.”

You let out a sob, the force of it aching your sore ribs. Each breath was shaky, and you pulled yourself away from the bond, feeling the sting of the action deep within your chest.

Eris had known since the ball in the Hewn City. You had trusted him with your plan, having felt something within that reassured you that you could trust the male. You could never explain it, choosing to justify it with a dozen other reasons. But now you knew why.

Was that the only reason Eris had helped you? Not because he truly cared, but because a mating bond forced him to care? The thought stung, and you recalled every time you had looked at him while in Autumn, and wondered how he could look you in the eyes and pretend he wasn’t keeping this big secret from you.

Once again, Eris Vanserra proved himself a liar.

“(Y/N)...” He began.

You cut him off. “Don’t. I don’t want to hear your excuses or more lies. It doesn’t change the fact that you kept this from me for weeks, for months. You’re a snake, Eris. And you’re no better than your father.”

Eris flinched as if you’d slapped him, a faint pooling of tears forming in his eyes. But you didn’t care, you just kept going.

“Get out.” You growled. “Get the fuck out of my sight. You’re fucking dead to me. I don’t care if you’re my mate. If you were a halfway decent male, you’d have fucking told me about the mating bond. But you’re not. So get out. GET. OUT.” You screamed the last two words at him, and as your vision faded to black you saw a single tear slip down his cheek as Eris stood up and left the room.

You didn’t even feel Saeros and Ivar dragging you to the dungeon.

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wlwanakin · 3 months ago

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god you're so right about how messed up the obi-wan/anakin/ahsoka dynamic is. it's like: your dad had you way too young, never forgot it and never let you forget it, and the moment you've achieved some independence he has another kid.

and like. you know that this kid is going to have to be your baby, because your father is not qualified to raise her, so it falls to 19-20 yr old you to keep this child alive. anakin is the true teen mom of star wars, tbh

RIGHT!!!! RIGHT!!!! like it’s that. it’s not that but emotionally it is that!!!! and it’s sooo fucked in ways that feel under-acknowledged cuz the show itself is like “but it’s fine! look how well these three get on” but also i don’t care what the show says (except when it’s good in which case i do care. i care So Much). i’m gonna talk about how it’s fucked!! and like, in general it’s the kind of a recipe for extreme tension and resentment and anakin not letting ahsoka be subject to any of that is maybe one of the acts that got him into force heaven two decades later, because anakin grew up being silently resented by obi-wan a bit (in some ways A Lot) and like you can talk about the cycles of it all but that is a very important aspect of it that anakin ensured he did Not continue! but like goddd you cannot tell me there was no resentment towards obi-wan about it all that nagged at him, especially since obi-wan likes ahsoka so much, and frankly obi-wan and anakin are a classic case of parent and child who simply would not like each other if they met as unrelated individuals, and boy oh boy is that a miserable thing to be. and i think it’s unrealistic that all this weirdness just evaded ahsoka too so i’m sure she has her own complexes. being an unwanted child whose custody got passed off bc your religious order decided to use you as a character-building tool (did she ever find out about this. if she ever found out about this it’d be crazy. i like to think she did) is never smooth sailing even your not-teen brother-mom loves you so so much and actually expresses it (UNLIKE SOMEONE ELSE I KNOW).

and anakin really IS the teen mom lol, and i find that funny both bc he’s much closer to an Actual teen mom age wise while obi-wan (designated teen mom by fandom including me bc he acts like one) was fucking 25, and bc anakin was the MORE SUCCESSFUL ONE. like not only was he given a padawan when he was 5-6 years younger than obi-wan was on the frontlines of a WAR he also got over the whole not wanting her thing like super duper fast and despite being the most insane woman alive he actually did a pretty good job and ahsoka ended up being really well-adjusted forever (which is in part stupid bad writing but also i do think anakin gave her the best child soldier experience one could be given…also fucked to think about if you wanna chew on that). like i increasingly don’t care for tcw as the years go on but ahsoka and anakin’s dynamic will be close to my heart forever and ever and that is partially bc the circumstances are so deeply fucked

#anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #obi wan kenobi #star wars #the clone wars #asks

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ngl as much as i like isagi it gets boring when he's winning too much 🤷‍♀️ i still hope he wins tho lol but he needs to lose sometimes idk wtv i love kaiser

Hm, I agree with you, but at the same time, I don't too—Isagi isn't winning 'too much', he is, simply, reaping what he sowed.

So, let's start from the start:

Isagi's initial ranking was 299 which is HELLA low, but, you know, that ranking was, somewhat, pretty.. false.

In short, there were 5 strata and EVERY team in each stratum was named from V to Z and EVERYONE, initially, held a ranking from 241 to 300, so we have no way to truly calculate Isagi's true ranking out of 300.

One more reason why I don't trust that ranking is because Ego is one hell of a cunning man—I bet there were more than just 'skills' as a criteria to rank them because I can never in my whole life accept that Niko ranked above Kunigami.

And in the first selection he LOST to Barou—he did NOT win right away. He did NOT score ALL the goals in their subsequent winning matches too—Bachira, Chigiri, Gagamaru, Kunigami, even Kuon shined in their own times. Isagi did NOT have the spotlight onto him all at once.

Skipping towards Second Selection, we remember him getting praised by Anri that, "Ooh, that kid is improving so fast," and it was, by no means, a protagonist point because, my brother in Christ, one of his abilities is literally adapting!

And after we get his new ranking of 15, and as said by Ego, it's a true ranking rather than a false one like earlier.

Then the story proceeds and he challenges Rin, and guess what?

HE LOSES TWICE AGAINST RIN!!

And then.

HE LOST AGAINST THE WORLD FIVE TOO!

HE IS THE LITERAL PROTAGONIST AND HE HAS BEEN SHOWN LOSING SO MANY TIMES ALREADY!!!!!!!

If he really had an actual plot armour, then he would've won against Rin the second time and would've gotten VERY close to winning against the World Five too.

You getting me?

And then he doesn't even have a ranking in the Top 6!?! His ahh wasn't even the runner-up of it—Bachira was!

And trust me when I say it, if it would've been any animanga other than Blue Lock, then that protagonist would've been the CF during the U-20 because WE ALL KNOW HOW IMPORTANT THAT MATCH WAS SINCE BLUE LOCK'S LIFE LITERALLY WAS DEPENDENT ON IT!!!!!

I'm so sorry. I promise I'm not angry or yelling at you. Please don't be mad at me, I'm just being passionate.

Now comes the current arc: NEL

I've already made a post about why Kaiser chose Isagi to be his rival (it may differ once we get Kaiser's backstory revealed), so keeping it aside, I want to say that Isagi is THE pacifist because if Kaiser did all that to ME, then I would've swung so fast like who tf you calling a clown, huh? You wanna catch these hands? Guess what, I'll give you these legs too.

Well, now focusing on FC Barcha match, remember that Isagi didn't score. He PASSED. How can people even forget that? Yukimiya nearly threw hands because of that only!

And then came Manshine City—bro, he literally got blocked by Kaiser and then he PASSED again and then he FAINTED!?!?!?!?!

All this time he was SLOWLY building up momentum and that's what we low-key saw in Ubers match and are seeing in PXG match.

He EARNED everything.

He wasn't winning everytime.

He has lost many times too.

We just have too many characters who are given proper amount of character developments which sometimes reduces Isagi to being just a protagonist—God! Us Fandom is so spoiled, aren't we? We are so well fed that we have become bratty, LMFAO.

And yes, I love Kaiser a lot too.

But in the end, the Roman Empire fell too, right?

#blue lock #bllk #isagi yoichi #michael kaiser #雪 answering

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darkleysgarden · 2 years ago

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Asmodeus Facts!

As a lore person and Asmo lover, I present this.

I am willing to add more as I think of them or as they are suggested (with proof).

13+

1. As most people know: Asmo has canonically given Solomon hickeys before.

2. His favorite animal is a resplendent quetzal. (A bird)

3. Asmo unintentionally was a huge factor in the Trojan War starting.

4. Raphael used to scold Asmo a lot, causing him to dislike Raphael. He doesn't feel this way anymore.

5. He sleeps naked.

6. Asmo's biggest fear is turning ugly and essentially loosing all of his worth.

7. He can smell if people are romantically interested in each other.

8. He has had a face lift before.

9. A lot of fan mail is sent to the RAD suggestion box for him.

10. He is *surprisingly* not very flexible.

11. Has referred to Mc as his 'Bestie'. He and Lucifer have also said that he was madly in love with them. So... why not both?

12. *TRIGGER WARNING: EATING DISORDER*

He panics over gaining the slightest amount, down to a kilogram of weight or a millimeter more onto his waist. He also goes on diets and refuses to eat frequently. Satan has also stated that he's seen Asmo sneak snacks in the middle of the night. All of this implies that he struggles with an eating disorder.

13. Mammon once found a 'crazy provocative' outfit in his room that was 'FULL of holes!' (Turns out it was one of his favorite outfits chewed up by moths!)

14. In the Celestial Realm he was known as the 'Jewel of the Heavens'. Simeon states that Asmo is still constantly trying to live up to that standard.

15. Y'know how some people can tie a knot in a cherry stem? Well Asmo can tie a butterfly knot!

16. Asmo's dyed his hair pink before and presumably still does on occasions.

17. Asmo is the one who paints all the brother's nails. And this is typically done with a paint brush, not the average nail polish brush.

18. He always puts on a face mask right before he goes to bed.

19. Asmo prefers smooth red bean paste over chunky.

20. He hates being cold and the downsides of winter, like dry skin. Yet, he does love the aesthetic of winter.

21. He doesn't like carrying people as he believes it will cause him to gain muscle. He believes he's more desirable thin.

22. When he first met Solomon, he was in the middle of crying alone at a bar. Solomon came up to him to ask if he was okay. This, and the rest of their conversations that night, eventually led to their current relationship.

23. He enjoys gossiping with Satan.

24. While most demons dislike uses of pacts, Asmo finds them heavily thrilling.

25. He admits to admiring Lucifer the most.

26. Asmo believes that he can always rely on Satan.

27. Asmo enjoys hanging out with Mammon and becomes proud of him for his accomplishments. Though, he likes teasing him because it keeps him on his toes and he believes that Mammon acts the most foolish out of all of them.

28. Demon's have to give their human pact mate something to allow summonings. Asmo gifted Solomon a gigantic oil painting of himself. It was notably his favorite 'selfie' at the time.

29. He is a dog person. He prefers big dogs to little ones.

30. He's never read the student handbook despite being on the student council.

31. Is actually pretty good at juggling a ball with his feet. Good enough to score 5th place out of the 15 characters.

32. Satan has allowed him to copy off of his homework before.

33. His birthday is May 15th, making him a Taurus.

34. He put together Levi's human world outfit.

35. He hates his true demon form, something Mammon often jokes about.

36. Asmo is the weakest brother in terms of strength. He gets worn out incredibly easily. (Maybe because of fact 12 and your refusal to gain muscle or weight. What am I going to do with you, love?)

37. A large amount of his fan base calls him 'daddy'.

38. He frequently teases Levi about having no friends.

39. Really good at rock-papper-scissors.

40. Doesn't really care what happens to him as long as he looks cute during. Even if it's a terrible curse.

41. He is an extremely emotional drunk. He will start sobbing when intoxicated in the slightest.

42. He is not ashamed about his own dirty mind. He even calls out Mammon for having one too.

43. Ass or Tits? Asmo chooses ass.

44. Doodles in textbooks. He even left a kiss mark in Solomon's once when borrowing it.

45. Lucifer practically goes, "Keep the door open" Whenever he catches Solomon, Mc, or anyone else hanging out with Asmo.

46. Isn't good at silly faces. He ends up looking gorgeous instead of silly.

47. Can be horrifying when angry. Beel is more scared of an angry Asmo than an angry Lucifer.

48. Mc is practically the first ever person to like him romantically and not sexually. He has said that no one before Mc has ever complimented his personality before, only his looks.

49. Loves bonding with his brothers even if they're completely opposite of him. He remembers more about Ruri-chan than any of the other brothers (hinted at) just because he actually cares to listen to Levi and bond with him.

50. What part of his body does he wash first when bathing? Well, you'll have to bathe with him to find out~

51. He held his first Asmofest/Asmo gathering 7 days after his birth. These are now held several times a month. He spends time with people he likes, usually drinking. Lucifer is present at most of them.

52. Asmo once wished to have 8 heads. His brother's made him give up on this dream.

53. Asmo requested that Levi write him a novel. This novel was called Space Pajama Party: The Great Beauty War. The hero of the stories name was 'The Hero'. The Hero is based off of MC and the character Atan is based off Levi.

54. According to Asmo, he looks best shot from the left at about a 40 degree angle.

55. It's highly likely that Asmo was the main designer for the guest/Mc's room. Comparing his room to the room, his influence is obvious.

56. He owns an absurd amount of clothes, beauty products, and bathing products.

57. He is terrible at remembering stuff about other people. He even failed a quiz about Solomon, who he considers himself to be insanely close to (This, presumably, does not apply to MC).

58. He works as an influencer on DevilTube and Devilgram. He also does designing. He designs products, clothes, etc. These designs are most notably shown at Majolish but can be seen all around the Devildom. He usually doesn't get paid in grimm for designing, receiving products, and samples instead. He says he prefers that in all honesty (He'd just buy the stuff with grimm anyway).

59. He used to be close to Belphie back in the Celestial Realm. Beel even said that Belphie was practically glued to Asmo's hip.

60. Asmo is the one who came up with the name 'Team Solomon'. Barbatos wasn't a big fan of the name.

61. He was implied to have fucked Santa Claus

62. Even though he is the shortest brother, he often looks taller because he wears heels.

63. Asmodeus knew of Solomon's horrible cooking skills before any of the others. When Solomon tried to serve everybody at the Demon Lord's castle, he purposefully didn't eat any of Solomon's cooking.

64. Asmo is really sensitive about his brother's compliments. One compliment from any of them could bring him to tears easily.

65. During the retreat to the Demon Lord's castle, Asmo becomes heavily affectionate for MC. One of the things he first does is inspect them head to toe, checking their ears, teeth, fingers, etc. This supports him saying that he wishes to know EVERYTHING about MC and potentially any other lover.

66. He doesn't like washing the dishes because it makes his skin rough.

67. To some peoples surprise, he is really good with kids. He even worked with them in the human world. Though, Satan commented that he wouldn't trust his kid with Asmo. He also often makes inappropriate jokes in front of Luke. But, he just shrugs them off and tells Luke that he'll understand when he's older.

68. Asmo enjoys "healing music"

69. (😏) He's a switch. He's quoted to have said, "I'll make you squeal for me!" As well as, "You wanna try some other spots too? Go ahead, I'm all yours." These are two of many lines that help imply this.

70. Despite what many think, he does have standards. He also is not appreciative of randomly being used as an object of beauty or sex. Though he's admitted that he can easily see the good in everyone and finds everyone a little bit attractive in their own way. He also says that he flirts with people so often because his happiness spreads to others and ends up making more people happy. So many people like him, because he likes so many people. Simple as that. But, this doesn't mean he will appreciate just anybody.

71. He didn't have an Asmo gathering for an entire year after the fall. His first one was held with MC as an honorary guest. Solomon couldn't make it.

72. He's implied to like fortune and horoscopes.

73. He doesn't like shopping with 'drab' shopping bags.

74. Asmo tends to photobomb and photo taken around him because he believes he is the most photo-worthy person/thing in the area.

75. He's seen to be unapologetic to any exes he has. He may even flirt with them despite them being annoyed with him.

76. Asmo is seen to heavily miss the Celestial Realm after falling. He repressed most of the feelings for awhile, but they overwhelmed him the first time he saw Simeon and Luke after everything happened.

77. He listed his pronouns on his FabSnap account as Fab/ulous

78. Asmo had trouble calling him and his brothers 'demons' instead of 'angels' for a while after falling.

79. He frequently calls Solomon 'his'.

80. He has a pair of flower earrings that he wears all the time.

81. Asmo, along with his brothers, have all experienced hate for being angels, ex-angels, and demons in different contexts.

82. He has an entire photo album dedicated to photos of himself as an angel.

83. Asmo is not only lustful, but has shown many signs of bloodlust. He even brings up ripping out MC's heart and tearing it open to see if they were telling the truth.

84. He openly admits to being turned on at random.

85. While his brothers fight over bathing order, Asmo likes to go have a nice long bath in his own bathroom just to taunt them.

86. Asmo is pansexual. Good for him.

87. He gets insecure if he doesn't get reassured of MC's love constantly. He texts demanding 'I love yous' and demands compliments.

88. Asmo likes to wear what Mammon calls 'skimpy underwear'.. (And more lingerie!)

89. He very rarely gets more than annoyed. Very rarely even gets annoyed. He isn't seen transforming into his demon form at all during the main story out of anger (And so far from what I've played in Nightbringer). Though, I have seen him transform once in a Devilgram, but he quickly calmed down in seconds.

90. Asmo thinks that drool is unattractive on a man (probably any other gender too, he didn't clarify). He often tells Beel this as a life lesson. (This also presumably does not apply to sex.)

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91. Solomon has a very hard time saying no to Asmo

92. When giving out gifts, they frequently feature his face. If you're lucky, you may even find yourself with a nice new set of lingerie.

93. Asmo is good at singing, writing, and composing songs. Anywhere from a ballad to hard metal. He even sings live!

94. Solomon once gifted him bath salts made by an incubus. The affect of the charm was SO STRONG that Asmo had to drink an antidote made by Solomon. (It tasted surprisingly good)

95. Asmo is insecure about the fact that he is unable to use his charm ability on MC.

96. In Nightbringer, Satan says that Asmo is the brother he hates the least.

97. Asmo's favorite way to spend his birthday is with people close to him, not with big parties.

98. Asmo really dislikes bugs.

99. Asmo has gathered so many products that he can find something in his collection that works for people with completely different hair and skin from him.

100. He loves flowers, candles, soaps, whatever smell-filled things he can find. (Me who takes allergy medicine on the daily: bro you're gonna murder me the second I step foot in your room.)

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