#and it's because their morals clash with hers in a way that's not so easy to overlook

[generic-sonic-fan]

People who say "no Rouge should be meaner!! she's not their friend!!!" don't understand that Rouge and Sonic would get along like a house on fire. Sonic has shown that he's perfectly capable of being friends with people who he doesn't agree with 100% and I think this is a prime example. Also bold of you to assume that Sonic wouldn't think stealing from the rich is fun.

Rouge and Amy are also friends even if Amy disapproves of some of Rouge's shenanigans and attitude sometimes. They paint their nails and watch steamy romance movies together. At the mall they put together ridiculous outfits for each other in the dressing rooms. Amy reads tarot for her. They're both girly girls. In what universe would they not get along, except for the universe where fans always assumed that two token girl characters always have to hate each other for no reason??

[alessiamalfoyzabini]

Dark Moon | Chapter Thirteen

Pairing | yandere!Jimin x Reader

Word Count | 2,7k

Warnings | +18, angst, blood, risk of death, Jimin is absolutely beside himself, lots of tears and guilt, kissing and promises, mention of rape, mentions of kidnapping and past abuse, mention of murder, feeling of shame, Stockholm syndrome, yandere themes, triggering content

This fanfiction is yandere, if you don't like the genre, don't read and if you are not of age, don't read.

I don't want to hear any complaints in the comments, thank you.

This does not reflect my way of thinking or living at all, it is just a work of fiction, it is like watching a horror movie, many of us love horror movies, but we would never dream of what we see in those movies happening in reality as well.

Simply put, this story was written for entertainment purposes, it should not be seen as a reflection of my values, opinions or morals. I absolutely do not condone such acts.

⤷ Summary | She just wanted to escape her past, take charge of her life and break out of her steel cage, praying in God for a miracle that could change her life for good.

And her prayers were heard, but it was not the Divine that answered her.

That was certainly the devil in the guise of an angel, she thought as those corrupted and empty eyes searched her soul with extreme voracity.

He turned a sweet, false smile on her, before pushing her into the abyss.

➢ Author's Note | Hi, guys ❤️ This is one of the chapters I loved writing about Dark Moon, I hope you will like it too! Always let me know what you think, I love your comments ❤️

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Everything around him was smeared with blood and dirt, gunpowder shrouded that mansion in the open country that was teeming with Choi's men, but Jimin crushed their heads with ease, he would have eliminated them all, from first to last.

He struck the side of yet another idiot who thought he could confront him and ran toward the dungeon; Hoseok had told him that was most likely where they kept Y/N, because in checking the main rooms he had found no trace of the girl.

At his side Taehyung pinned a man by the arm and with a kick to the throat threw him lifelessly to the ground.

Even with confusion like the clash that was raging it was easy to find the room, although there were many only from one came the inhuman screams of a woman.

With icy chills on his neck he knocked down the door following a violent and desperate shove, freezing in front of that macabre sight.

Y/N was completely tied to a table with her legs shamefully spread wide open, her naked body was littered with bruises and cuts, and she was shaken by violent sobs, not to mention the blood, there was blood everywhere and the sight made Jimin lose all glimmer of reason. What the hell had they done to her?

He sprinted toward her, whose increasingly dull face was stained with terrible purplish marks and red splashes, "Y/N?!" was that his voice?

The voice so shrill and distraught, he himself did not recognize it as his own, Taehyung wordlessly observed the scene before him, he was breathless, Jimin cradled the girl's head in his arms, shaking her hair away from her face.

"Taehyung, help me!" he shouted in his direction, causing his friend to recoil, who retrieved his gun and fired accurately at each handcuff that held the young girl still bound, the skin around her wrists and ankles was now gone, the handcuffs had as if given her burns as a result of the excessive rubbing.

Jimin slowly took her in his arms, trying to figure out where the spillage of blood was coming from, and clutched the girl spasmodically to him, his face a pure picture of shock, he left her just long enough to take off his shirt and press it firmly against the girl's chest, there was only one hole, the bullet had passed through her chest and most likely got stuck inside her, he instead used his jacket to cover his nakedness, Y/N looked at him with wide, vacant eyes, as if she was no longer there but somehow still recognized Jimin's figure.

"Y/N, I'm sorry," he said between trembling lips, "I made you wait too long," he found himself crying, crying like a child at the miserable sight of that girl who had fought him so hard, lying in a sea of blood. She didn't even look like her anymore.

He had not protected her, he lacked air, he had not protected her.

"Jimin..." she gasped instead, reaching out a hand to the face of the man who had made her suffer so much, "Are you... fine," she sighed through the unbearable pangs of that torment. He was alive, he was well, and he was there, there with her.

Seeing him in that place, to save her, made her inexplicably emotional, even though that made no sense.

Jimin tenderly grasped her hand, kissing it and shaking his head, "Don't talk, don't waste your breath," he raised his face toward Taehyung who was looking at them with a bewildered and guilt-filled expression, "Go get help, Tae, please!"

The friend revived and nodded hastily and rushed out of the room, leaving them alone.

"You're here," sobbed the girl softly, sinking her head into the young man's bare chest, Jimin kissed her forehead trying to comfort her somehow, just imagining what had been done to her destroyed him.

"Of course I'm here, did you think I wouldn't come for you?" he asked in despair in the face of her physical and mental torment, he pressed harder on her now-primed shirt with vermilion liquid, hoping Taehyung would hurry up, "You're mine, Y/N, you mustn't forget that."

"But you hate me," was the only response he received, at which Jimin growled.

"I already told you I don't hate you!" he exclaimed bringing his lips closer to hers, "Would I hold you close to me like this if I hated you?"

Y/N slowly closed her eyes, her conscience screaming at her to stay awake, to listen to Jimin as her increasingly tired body demanded rest.

"Y/N!" he cried anxiously, pressing their lips together for a few seconds, it was a gentle touch as quick as a flap of wings, but it was enough to make her open her eyes again, "Stay with me, baby" he said in a sob.

"I've missed you" she whispered with little breath, it cost her effort in every sense to admit it aloud, but it was so, she must have been crazy for a long time now, but in Jimin's arms, she told herself, she could die with peace of mind.

"I've missed you," he repeated with a strange emotion in his eyes, he looked at her with such a gentleness that she had never noticed in her regard, it contrasted so much with those piercings that adorned his angular and massive body and gave him a dangerous air, "I won't let you go again, Y/N," he said quickly, the girl nodded slowly with a small smile, shortly afterwards her vision darkened.

Their story was strange, inconsistent. A lot had practically changed in just a year, who knew her tormentor would hold her like that? Who knew she would let him, surrendering to his grasp?

A bud had managed to bloom into a beautiful rose, nurtured by the sweet blood and bitter despair that cradled the existence of both of them.

Jimin counted every second that he spent in that house.

Y/N was almost always in bed, even two weeks after the shooting, at first he thought it had something to do with what Minho had done to her, but it wasn't just that, he knew it well.

He had promised not to let her go again, but instead he was a shadow of himself and did not dare to get too close to her. He was ashamed, not because of the desperate and frightened words he had whispered to her in that place, but because he had not been able to protect her, she had almost died and he could not find peace, he was always thinking "What if...?".

He hadn't gone to work anymore, he knew Seokjin would give him a hard time, but he couldn't do it. Every night with his heart in his throat he feared she might disappear again, that house didn't make him feel safe, not anymore.

He shrugged his shoulders closing his eyes bitterly, he had been wrong again.

Ever since he had met Y/N it seemed that the only certain thing he knew how to do was to be wrong again and again, never learning from his mistakes.

Then his ears picked up something, it was Y/N's faint voice calling him, and he jumped up from the sofa, running into her room.

"Did you call me?"

The girl was half stretched out on the bed, wearing a nightgown over the chest bandage she still had to keep for safety, she was so small and delicate that it seemed to Jimin that he was facing a tender fairy.

"I'd like to take a bath," she said shyly, avoiding his gaze.

"I don't think that's a good idea, the wound might leak more blood."

"Please... I feel dirty," she begged him with doe eyes, the man found himself sighing.

"Wait for me here."

The attitudes of both of them had changed, it was different from just tolerating each other, there was a gentleness never seen before in the way they both spoke to each other, it was pleasant and not only for Y/N, even Jimin wondered why he hadn't done it before.

He prepared her bath and then returned to her, took her effortlessly in his arms, and the young woman breathlessly admired the sensual features of his relaxed and masculine face, but adorned with wonderfully swollen lips, to be kissed countless times.

He helped her undress without taking his eyes off her body, but not out of lust.

He wanted to thoroughly scrutinize those marks that invaded her body disrespectfully over and over again, he fed on them to fuel the svisceral hatred he felt for Minho, they were still looking for him but soon they would unearth him, Jimin was sure of it.

When he accompanied her to the water the girl sighed contentedly, she made to loosen the bandages, but there too Jimin stepped in, gently removing everything and revealing the hole just above her right breast, he couldn't help himself, he reached out slightly to kiss gently that still young scar, lifted his eyes to her and found her staring at him with sympathetic blush on her cheeks.

Their new intimacy was strange; the abduction had changed something in their relationship.

He went back to soaping her body, occasionally leaving more kisses on her soft skin, kissed a spot just below her ear and slowly brushed his hand over her belly, the desire to make her feel good was there, pressing into his chest where his heart was pounding, but Y/N shivered and closed her legs instantly.

"I... sorry," she said squeezing her eyes shut to chase away the tears, but Jimin shook his head.

"Take it easy, I don't want to do anything," he tried to reassure her, going back to cleaning less intimate areas to let her know he meant what he said, that he didn't want to force her into anything, but Y/N swallowed a knot in her throat.

"No, you wanted me here to give you pleasure, I'm here for you, but I can't for the moment, not after that..." she froze trembling, remembering all too well Minho's painful and brutal thrusts, as well as Minhyun's thrashing as his boss panted on her like a pig, she covered her face in shame.

Jimin had also hurt her, but there was something different between him and Minho, she was more familiar with Jimin, she ventured to admit that ... somehow he had always attracted her?

She could not reflect objectively, but she was sure that for her Minho had simply been a horrifying and terrifying nightmare experienced with open eyes. Remembering the sadism with which he invited Minhyun to strike her and hurt her as he forced himself inside her would haunt her forever.

"There are so many reasons behind my decision to bring you here, Y/N, that was just one of many, but now it's different, you don't have to if you don't want to" the boy's sincere voice brought her back to the present, Jimin was really trying to make her understand, "And you don't know how much I regret what I did that last night, I was a monster" he said taking it out on himself and once again the girl found herself split in two.

"I... I thought you were, but after Choi Minho and his henchman...after they..." god, she couldn't even complete the sentence, "I understood who the demon was between you and him, believe me Jimin" she preferred to end the speech like that, clutching herself with embarrassment. She wasn't saying that Jimin hadn't done anything to her, but the thought that he was finally by her side calmed her down and she felt a pleasant warmth surface inside her, she was crazy and she was also accepting it.

The boy understood her shame and with a weary sigh began to lift up the light T-shirt he was wearing, the woman looked at him strangely and interestedly, his defined and luscious abs bewitched her, but Jimin pointed to the numerous piercings and dark ink lines on his arms.

"You don't have to feel ashamed of what happened to you, you were a victim, just like me."

Y/N widened her eyes in shock, what did he mean?

With indifference in his eyes, Jimin began to explain.

"In the past I met a young girl, it was night and she was coming back from an evening spent having fun with her friends, a drunk man had attacked her and I stepped in to save her.... I didn't know that my action would also doom me, I just wanted to do a good deed.... but she was part of the wealthy Choi family and was convinced that she could have it all, and by everything she meant me too, she was obsessed and I at the time was a kid committing a few petty thefts here and there, nothing too serious, but it was enough to be labeled as society's trash, no one would notice I was missing, and it was all too easy for her to convince her rich and powerful father to kidnap me and make me her prisoner," the boy's jaw tensed at those memories, "I was under that woman's power for four years, like a toy."

"Jimin, you don't have to do that," she pleaded in a broken voice.

"I don't want there to be any secrets between the two of us, Y/N," he smiled slightly, wiping away a tear from her eyes, "She used to keep me tied by one ankle at the foot of her bed, said I was her prince in a cage, at other times she would call me a dirty dog and I would pray that she would finally let me go free, but she would always burst out laughing... she didn't smoke, but she would always light a cigarette and put it out on me when she wanted to punish me or just vent about something, I was her outlet, I was instead taken to the dungeon when I behaved "badly," she would order her father's men to beat me and sometimes I wouldn't eat for days."

The girl gently brushed all those piercings, each of them hiding that kind of wound, Jimin closed his eyes under her gentle touch.

"Her cravings eventually matured and she forced me to have intercourses with her, but I never came, she blocked every sensation, she made me disgusted," he hissed, "I hated all Choi and all women looked like her to me."

He inhaled softly, wiping his sweaty forehead, something in those memories - his demons - made him react that way.

"Seokjin had some things to settle with Choi Senior and when he saw me, he asked for me as payment to settle what Choi still owed him, it was a lie, he saved me and then exterminated everyone in that house, seeing what he had managed to do only because he had wanted it that way, he convinced me to join his family, I began to have real sex with all the prostitutes who roamed the Dark Moon, the only difference being that I was the one with the upper hand now, I used them to unload my lust and I treated them badly because they reminded me of her all too well, that bitch, I could see it in their eyes the desire to use me to live a more comfortable life," he chuckled without amusement, "Then you came along and turned my world upside down, you unnerved me with your purity, you rejected me and I wanted you instead, it was frustrating, with you I wanted to do everything I had always recommended not to do with anyone and I hated myself."

"What do you mean?" she now stared at him with fascination, in front of her was a man who could finally understand her.

"Love you. I wanted, no… I want to love you."

"Jimin, I-"

"Don't answer me now," he shushed her by pressing his soft, irresistible lips to the girl's sweet ones, "Whether you love me back or not, just wait a little longer, even if it takes fifty years if necessary, just...don't ask me to give you freedom, I can't do that."

That was the love Park Jimin could and wanted to give her; passionate, tender ... possessive, selfish.

As she watched the boy leave the bathroom she found herself longing for that sick love, but one she absolutely needed to feel safe.

[piracytheorist]

something i love about spy family is that its a very funny manga, but it isn't afraid to be serious and talk about serious things (and its also really good at transitioning between the two)

Tatsuya Endo has an amazing grasp of balance. There are a lot of posts going around about how Spy x Family goes from something as heavy as "war makes monsters of us all" to something as silly as "Anya finds Loid's tourist fashion choices lame" and it somehow works.

It's one of the things that made me fall in love with the story from the second if not the very first episode of the anime. It dares to be realistic about how war impacts humans and how it takes them into a path they wouldn't normally take, but at its core it's a story filled with humor and love and connection, because this is how humans are supposed to live like. I mean, not to break it down to a "live laugh love" moral, but at the end of the day it does prioritize people living happily together and in peace. Even the "enemy" is shown in a sympathetic light from time to time.

And the humor and silliness attributes to that. It makes the story light-hearted despite the heavy issues it tackles. It would be hard to find hope in a story that focuses only on those heavy issues, if its vibe was constant grittiness and violence and dark themes. Not that there's anything wrong with stories with such themes; but you wouldn't usually watch such a story and expect to feel full of hope afterwards, nor expect it to have the humor that SxF has.

What is amazing is how Endo manages the balance of it all. How he works in the silliness amidst an environment of a cold war, of hardened spies and assassins, because it would be very easy to veer right into tone-deaf cheesy territory that gives you (unintentional) emotional whiplash. I think it's due to how the characters are only slightly exaggerated versions of something you'd see in real life. Anya behaves as any five-year-old would, where her focus is to work in protection of peace, make sure the family won't break apart, and above all, have fun. Yor's view of the world has been impacted by how long she's worked as an assassin, but her "naivete" is mostly her tendency to see good in everyone, even the "bastards" she's sent to kill. Twilight keeps telling himself everything he does is "for the mission" but he's only human and can't help bonding with his family even if he doesn't realize it.

The characters may behave in an exaggerated way from time to time, but they're not caricatures. The humor and ridiculousness (affectionate) in their actions are based on real human traits and behaviours we can see in real life. The want to have fun, the tendency to see the good in people, the desire to love. Endo simply takes those and has three people whose special traits clash with those three mentioned traits. Anya grew up as a science experiment in a lab where she wasn't allowed to have fun, so now that she has people who care for her emotional growth she goes all out with fun activities. Yor was forced into the choice of becoming an assassin, having to be told "This person is BadTM so you play judge jury and executioner", but with Yuri being her motivation (and later on the Forgers too) she managed to keep her kind heart. Occasionally she can't control her monstrous strength and may also consider killing people who inconvenience her and then go like "Yo wtf chill maybe". Twilight became a spy and distanced himself from human connections, but now that his job brought him into the position of staying long term with a kid and a wife and a dog, his desire for such a connection is rearing its persistent head. And so you get a Professional Master SpyTM playing "Rescue Princess Anya from the Evil Clutches of Count Scruffy Head".

It's the contrast that makes the humor of it all, and in such a way that it never takes only one character's side. I think that also adds to the "flexibility" of the story. It's easier to connect to a story when there's multiple sides explained and understood by the audience; and I mean, the only thing the story looks to be trying to "convince" you of is that humans live best when they live in peace and surrounded by people they love, and that's an undeniable fact of human nature. The characters can and do make mistakes but they're shown to be able to grow from them, and even someone radicalized and extremist like Yuri has understandable motives and a very human nature - just one that was taken advantage of by people in power.

Overall yeah, I think it's how focused on the characters' humanity the story is that it makes the balance between humor and heavy issues work. Again, though it can be exaggerated at times, it's not a caricature or slapstick, just for the sake of making the audience laugh. There's a depth and a genuine reaching out for the audience's emotions and understanding.

(Anime only fan here, don't spoil me for the manga 😁)

[arthur-lesters-balls]

ok im about to start rambling like crazy because since yesterday i cant stop thinking about this fucking scene and how it just makes stsg's future fight worse better. this is a wonderful point to stop, and think about their breakup and how it was clearly motivated by a lot more than just a clash of ideals

to get started its really interesting to think about how gojo was the one who gave the idea of going against any rules and fighting the person at the foundation of the jujutsu society for riko. he was ready to risk everything for a single kid, to grant her the life she wanted. both he and geto knew, that if they chose this path, the consequences would be irreparable. even if they won against tengen, it meant the barriers would be totally fucked up and they would likely become fugitives, but that was alright! as long as they gave riko the opportunity to be a child! to be happy! even tho they were also just teenagers themselves and its clear that this being a kickoff to turn their lives upside down sounds so similar to what happened to geto, and its why his deflection and all the lack of communication around it are even more depressing. the thing is: i cant imagine a world where gojo, knowing about mimiko and nanako, would disagree with getos attitude. even if you dont take into consideration how gojo was ready to kill the whole star cult after riko died, it just doesnt goes with what we saw of him until that point (and from that point onward too) some people disagree with this, because it goes in favor of the whole "gojo didnt had a moral compass of his own when he was a teenager" thing (which is totally wrong). to me, it doesnt. gojo had his own opinions, but he also seemed very aware of how this didnt mean he was ready for the nuances of every situation he could get caught on, and that was where talking to geto helped him. they had similar opinions, gojo felt safe being honest with him, and they were equals! who could be better to question his decisions, right? well, thats exactly why theres a whole plot line about geto looking gojo and feeling that they were no longer neck to neck when gojo goes after geto in shinjuku, its really unambiguous the fact that his goal was not to kill him, but to talk to him. gojo wanted to understand what was the meaning behind geto's actions. geto, who always made sure everything he did had a clear and well-thought motivation, would surely have an explanation for his choice. and in a certain way, he did, yes. i think its quite easy to see that gojo, who even ten years later was out there saying he would side with yuta in a fight, if the higher ups decided to kill him, would see at least a little bit of sense in the core of geto's choice if he just knew about it. but he didnt when geto decided that gojo would never understand him, he wasnt thinking about gojo disagreeing with the effectiveness of it, because geto himself knew it was a dumb idea. the heart of what he was doing, wasnt really to succeed, even tho he gives his best to make himself believe that he will. its all about choosing the murder spree he did in that village, and then doing a backward justification; its about hopelessly doing something, for the sake of doing something. if he were gojo, his plan wouldnt be stupid. if he were gojo, there wasnt any plan that would sound stupid. because gojo had the power to change the world if he set his heart on doing so, but geto didnt. what he could do was choose his path and give his best at staying at it, no matter how painful it was

[avengerscompound]

Shared Experience - Chapter 6

Shared Experience - A Captain America Fanfic

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Rating:  E

Warnings:  vampire stuff

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Rose Astor

Word Count: 2224

Summary:  Rose Astor met her end in 1920, joining the ranks of the living dead two years after the birth of Steve Rogers.  A century later the two meet in battle - a beacon of light clashing with a creature of the night.  Despite their differences, the two bond over their shared life experiences.  Can a vampire become an Avenger?  Can two such different beings create a life together?

Chapter 6

Training with the Avengers was much more enjoyable than Rose had expected.  She had expected to feel like an outsider to the group.  They had already had time to form bonds and they were heroes.  She was a newbie and a monster.  She’d expected to be treated at best as an outsider, and at worst as a beast that needed to be kept on a short leash.

It had been quite the opposite.  They’d figured out a way to accommodate her needs, they did their best to make sure she was comfortable, and they made sure when training ended, she was included in the group conversations, even when they were about personal things like who was dating who.  It wasn’t long before she realized that the Avengers were good people, - flawed but good.  She had grown to believe goodness didn’t exist in humans anymore.  Even back when she was human, she hadn’t been truly confident.  Her grandfather had built a hotel specifically to block out the light to his aunt’s house.  She wasn’t surrounded by the most moral of people, despite being expected to be a pillar of morals herself.

It was nice to know that decency did exist.

Steve had been the real surprise.  If anyone had told her she’d grow close to Captain America one day, she’d have thought they were crazy.  Yet, the more they spent time together the more she liked him.  Every day he’d walk her home after training and they’d listen to records together and talk.  Their lives had been so different and so similar.  She had grown up rich and spoiled in Manhattan, and he had grown up poor and abused in Brooklyn. Then when they were still young something had happened that had given them superhuman gifts, though he had been blessed with life and she was cursed with death.  Yet, even with the differences, there were intersections.  They had shared experiences from their youth.  They’d been to the same places at around the same time.  They had a shared culture.  They knew what it was like to lose everyone and what it was like to think you were going to keep losing people over and over.  They were like two sides to the same coin.  Dark and light.  Hot and cold.

She started to look forward to training.  Not because of the training, but because it meant she got to spend time with people she thought of as friends.  More than that, she looked forward to the end when she got to spend time with Steve.

Training was not easy.  That in itself was impressive.  With her preternatural speed and abilities, there was very little that physically challenged her.  It was why she would push herself like she did the day she met the Avengers.  The Avengers all had their unique skills and they pushed them and developed them so that it didn’t matter what they were up against, they’d have the upper hand.

She liked the challenge, but it did sometimes mean that the limit she tested broke rather than stretched.

Tony Stark had released a blast that skirted so close to Rose that she felt her skin blister as it passed her.  “Watch it, Stark!” she shouted.  “I’m highly flammable!”

An alarm sounded and the training program shut down and both Tony and Steve approached her.  “Are you okay?” Steve said, holding out his hand to her.

She held out her burned arm and he hissed as he turned it to see the burns down her arm.

“Holy shit,” Tony hissed.  “I’m sorry.  I didn’t think you were made of lighter fluid.”

Rose started laughing.  “I don’t know if I should be offended by that or not.”

“Should we put something on it?  We have burn ointment,” Steve offered.

Rose just shook her head.  “No.  It won’t help.  When I eat, it will heal.”

“Oh we have some blood for you,” Tony said.  “FRIDAY!  Can you get that sent up?”

“Right away, Tony,” the AI replied.

Tony pulled up a holoscreen in front of him.  “I’m gonna design you a suit,” he said.  “We need to do something about you getting burned so easily because in a battle there’s going to be a high probability of fire.”

“That’s why I don’t want to go into battles,” Rose snarked.  “I thought I was going to be doing spy stuff.”

“Still,” he said. “Better safe than sorry.”

“Alright, everyone,” Steve said, letting Rose’s arm go.  She pulled it back against her, part of her wishing he was still touching her.  “We’ll call it a day there.  It’s late.”

“Rose, we’re going to Valhalla - the bar that is - with Thor,” Clint said.  “Do you want to come?”

She looked down at her arm and shook her head.  “Not tonight.  I’ll have to rest with this.  Maybe another day.”

“‘Tis a pity, Lady Rose,” Thor said. “But I am always up for more drinks in the future.”

There were general shouts of goodbye and goodnight as most of the Avengers went to the elevator.  As they got on, a bot got off and wheeled over.  When it reached Tony the lid popped open and Tony pulled out a silver bag.  “Oh gross, it’s warm,” he said. 

“Mm… just how I like it,” Rose said, taking it from him.  “Thanks, Tony.”

“Sorry about the arm,” he said.

“It’s fine,” she said and held up her still-scarred hand.  “I’ve had worse.”

Steve flinched at the memory.  “Alright, I’ll walk you home,” he said.

He and Rose said goodnight to Tony who went back to his screen and the two headed to the elevator again.  When they were on board, Rose stabbed the bag of blood with the straw provided and began to drink from it like it was some kind of horrific Capri Sun.  Steve shuddered.  “God, I’m never going to be able to get used to that.”

“I know.  I wouldn’t normally do it in front of you, but -” she held up her arm.

“I know.  I know.  It’s fine,” he said.  “It’s better than when I saw you with that guy.”

Rose scowled and went back to drinking.  She didn’t want to apologize for what she was again.  It was getting exhausting.

“I’m glad Tony’s designing a suit for you,” Steve said.  “It’s good to have some protection, even if you don’t end up needing it.”

“Yeah,” she agreed.  “Everyone’s been really nice.”  She paused for a moment and took another drink from the pouch.  “You know, I knew his grandfather?”

“What?” Steve said, blinking at her in surprise.

“Not well,” she said.  “He was eight years older than me.  But he was from money, I was from money.  We went to the same parties.  Given the wealth and his eventual aspirations, in a world where I hadn’t met my maker, I wouldn’t be surprised if we’d have been set up at some point.  As it was I think he married one of my third cousins or something.  They built a mansion on 5th Avenue.  Right next door to the Presbyterian church.”

“I know that building!” Steve said.  “Oh my god, I can’t believe how small this city is!”

She laughed.  “Yeah.  Sometimes fate seems to be pulling a lot of little strings.”

The elevator stopped and Steve and Rose went out a side door to avoid the paparazzi.  Rose tried to avoid anywhere there would be cameras.  If the paparazzi took a photo of Steve Rogers with a woman only for the woman not to show up in the photos, it wouldn’t take long before vampire hunters tracked her down.

She finished the bag of blood less than a block from the tower, balled up the bag, and shoved it into the first trashcan they passed.

Steve fished it out again “That’s a biohazard,” he scolded.

She huffed and rolled her eyes. “Fine,” she said, holding her hand out for the bag.

Instead, he tucked it into one of his pockets.  “How’s your arm?” Steve asked.

She showed it to him.  The burns were all gone, and all that was left to even indicate she’d been burned in the first place was what looked like a deep tan.  Steve shook his head in disbelief.  “I’ve never seen anything like that before.”

“There’s a guy in Harlem that’s bulletproof,” she said.  “There are weirder things than me in the world.”

“That’s true,” he agreed.   “Look at Tony.”

Rose snorted and covered her face in shock.  Her reaction made Steve start laughing, which in turn made her laughter return.  “That was very cute,” Steve said.

“Excuse me,” Rose argued.  “I’m a vicious vampire. I’m not cute.”

He laughed again and put his hand on his chest.  “My deepest apologies.  I won’t make that mistake again.”

“So,” Rose said, quickly changing the subject.  “Race you?”

Steve grinned at her and nodded.  They stared at each other for a moment and almost as one took off.

Rose scaled the side of a building as Steve followed after, using the fire escape to parkour up the side.  When she was on the roof she took off, running as fast as she could and leaping from rooftop to rooftop with Steve hot on her heels.  From time to time they had to descend to the street again to cross wide streets or when there were too many high-rises of differing sizes.  When that happened they ducked in and out of people, who were finishing dinner or heading to bars or nightclubs.

As they came in line with the park they were able to stick to the rooftops more and Steve began breathing heavily as he pushed himself to keep up with Rose.  They reached her mansion, and Rose went to grab the door handle to the rooftop door.  Steve’s hand ducked in to block her and she spun into him, laughing.  “I won that!” she squealed.

“I don’t think so,” he said, his hand on her hip, as he supported her.   “My hand is on the doorknob.”

She laughed and pushed him. “Fine.  You win.  This time.”

She unlocked the door and they descended the stairs to her living room.  Steve went to the records right away as Rose took a seat in a plush wingback chair.  He selected a vinyl and took it to the record player.  Sliding the disk from the cardboard cover and setting it on the turntable.  “You know, I never really got to play records back in the day.  Just listened to all my music on the radio.  Bucky and I would go into record stores when we’d see them, but we never had the money to play them.  God, if we’d known you back then, we’d have been here all the time.”

“I’m eighteen years older than you, Steve,” she said.  “That would have been weird.”

He laughed and dropped the needle onto the vinyl.  “We should invite Bucky over.  He might like to go through my things too,” Rose said playfully.

Soft piano chords started and Steve held out his hand to her.  “If you don’t like me doing this, you just have to say.”

She shook her head but didn’t move to take his hand.  “I like it.  It’s like discovering it all over again.  You start getting used to things.” 

Frank Sinatra’s voice joined the soft piano and strings.  ‘There are those who can leave love or take it…’

“Come on,” Steve said, still holding his hand out.  “This is one to dance to.”

She took his hand and he pulled her to her feet.  Steve circled her waist with one arm and held her hand up against his shoulder with the other.  She put her free arm on his shoulder and as Sinatra crooned the lyrics to ‘I fall in love too easily’ the two slowly swayed together.

She couldn’t take her eyes off his.  The steely blue held her attention so it felt like she was going to tip right in.  She could hear the steady beat of his heart, and the rush of the blood through his veins.  It called to her in a way that had nothing to do with her need to feed.  The slow romantic music only added to it and she didn’t know if she wanted to bite him or kiss him, but she knew that neither was appropriate.  There was no way that Steve could see her as anything other than a monster.  Not when he was still so hung up on the fact she drinks blood.

It was too much and she went to pull away.  “Rose,” Steve said softly.  Even the sound of her name on his lips called to her in a way that she was sure he didn’t mean.  She looked up at him, willing him to take pity on her and let her get some space between them.

Instead, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers.  She froze in place, scared that if she did anything, he’d stop.  She parted her lips and he teased his tongue into her mouth.  She leaned forward, pressing her hands against his chest and moaning softly.

The song ended and seemed to break Steve out of the moment.  He pulled back and looked at her.  “I’m sorry,” he said.  “I shouldn’t have.”

She shook her head and pulled him into another kiss.

// NEXT

[familyagrestefanblog]

Chat Noir in THAT moment of "Revolution"

May I say with every inch of my heart: fucking THANK YOU Adrien for speaking up to give the governmental and systemically oppressed civilans who think themselves the helpless victims of a normal but highly corrupted, extremely dangerous and selfish person in their mayor’s position an actual VOICE.

And he even did it in probably the savest and most orderly way as well, which ensured that Chloé can neither use the citizens’ reaction against the people themselves nor dismiss it overall because every other approach but EXACTLY what Adrien did here would have resulted in some variation of a chaotic sea of voices and opinions contradicting and clashing each other in various degrees of intensity, favoritism, audibility and spoken CONTENT, in an environment where people could have then freely spoken against and FOR Chloè too.

Ladybug and Chat Noir showing up in a political situation like THIS to get the people on their side to rise up against the corrupted mayor by taking full control of the whole situation should have been an almost IMPOSSIBLE feat to accomplish this quickly and smoothly in execution because a political scenario like this is a literal MINEFIELD as we saw at the end of the last episode. One wrong word and everything could have ended up in total madness that would have either taken a serious amout of time and effort to get back under control or outright through FORCE (or both)

But Adrien was just out here and did it in 5 seconds FLAT.

Thank you Adrien for taking the massive value of your status as Chat Noir into your own hands and acting as the politically most competent and most effective fucker in this entire mess of a situation (besides Lila but that’s a given) as Chloè’s true foil in this entire episode.

You know I would never use the word “perfect” to describe Adrien as a person but I’ve gotta be honest, the way so many massive delicate factors of how to approach not only a political conflict but a full on governmental escalation like this - were a whole sea of angered people have to be lead to speak as a unit - were immediately NAILED with this ONE perfectly timed and worded sentence and this ONE striking hand gesture was pretty fucking close to perfection. Ladybug and Mayor Chloé were having a hero-villain akuma pissing contest of moralities and Chat Noir just pulled all of that back into harsh reality with one swift action to actually give the power back to the people. Let’s fucking GO!

That was the most effective, competent, responsible and situation-appropriate (and that in corrupted POLITICS) leadership action being taken in the entire episode and it was done in 5 seconds flat by Chat Noir who eagerly wanted to intervene since right the beginning of the episode. No wasting time holding a speech, no unnecessary hero smack talk, no showmanship and no personal verbal morality battles. Just using his status to act as a leader for the civilian people so they can join him to act as one strong unit no matter their age, voice volume, body height, strength etc, 👏it 👏did👏 not👏 matter. 👏

(only people without arms would have been excluded, if you really wanna nit-pick)

He did everything so fucking RIGHT in that moment. Through providing them with a clear-cut language and morality standpoint from his part - without making it about himself-, an easy and situation-specific & very fast, universal and practical but also very impactful way to communicate their game-changing opinion for this ONE specific point he names very forthright and that calls the problem right out on it’s core, so Chloè and the people who support her have no wiggle room to shut it down or dismiss it through pocking holes by claiming people could have misinterpreted what he meant.

5 fucking seconds. PLEASE make it entire episodes!

[savoytrufflephd]

Let’s explore canon parallels…

Thanks for the love on the earlier post! Clearly, like me, you can’t get enough of analyzing HIUH. Allow me to test that theory…

HIUH is both an easy and a hard read. On the one hand, the writing style makes is go down smooth. On the other hand, the plight of the characters burns (in all the best ways). And sometimes you just want to shake some sense into them!

I am obsessed with HIUH to a borderline unhealthy degree. I love the style and subtly of the writing (but that’s a whole topic for a different post). I love how frustrating and heartbreaking and hilarious (I’m looking at you, Ancel) it can be. I’m obsessed with how much it makes me feel.

Typically, when a chapter is posted, I read it once, then go back and read the previous chapter and the new chapter again, then reread my favorite little sections again and again. Sometimes, I start at the beginning of the story and read all the way through. It’s never not worth my time.

So, anyway, perhaps this obsession explains how very defensive I feel when I read people commenting on how unlikeable Laurent (or Damen) is, or how they can’t imagine feeling good about them getting back together. I mean, it’s fair for them to feel however they feel as readers, but also…

Of course they have to get back together, because they are MEANT TO BE!

Which brings me to the question of canon parallels.

Because we, as a fandom, know that they are MEANT TO BE because of Pacat’s trilogy, and more specifically, because they had SO MUCH to overcome. Only a couple that is MEANT TO BE still comes to be despite the fact that one killed the other’s brother and the other took the one as a slave had him nearly whipped to death. I mean, that’s a lot to get past.

And herein lies the genius of HIUH. Because Pacat was able to set up this drama by setting her story in a pseudo-historical world of kingdoms and old-fashioned, army-clashing warfare. It was neither farfetched nor unreasonable that Damen killed Auguste. And it was believable (to everyone but Damen) that Damen’s brother tried to have him killed in a coup. And it was fair enough that Laurent swore vengeance, which, combined with the trauma he had experienced, ultimately allows us to forgive his cruelty. Also, Damen may not have whipped slaves, but he owned them, so he ultimately lacks moral purity (despite a common desire to grant it to him in fanfic, which I totally understand, because he has honor! It’s hot!). And they all live in a world before therapy, so they’re just gonna have to kind of suck up their trauma and go on ruling.

But how do you plausibly transfer this meant-to-be-despite-all-odds to a modern-day setting?

You can make them both modern royalty (which is always fun), but you can’t make Damen own people or have Laurent be casually sadistic and still have us root for them. Laurent’s trauma can be the same (unfortunately, because shitty adults still get away with abuse), but he can’t take it out on Damen in the same way. And Damen can’t be a catalyst for the trauma to the same degree either, because it’s hard in modern setting to imagine him having justifiably killed August and then Laurent being able to move on.

So how can two people hurt each other so much and still come together in modern times? By being exes, it turns out! Who knew?

@thickenmyblood knew!

And from that amazing canon adaptation of the overall conceit, @thickenmyblood goes on to create so many other canon parallels. I’ll number them (in order to assure you this post isn’t actually endless), but I’m sure it’s not an exhaustive list:

1. Damen’s quest begins when his privileged world, which he has never examined very closely, gets turned upside down. His unquestioned acceptance of slavery becomes an unquestioned acceptance of toxic masculinity, which also parallels with Damen’s unquestioned pursuit of war glory (the Original Toxic Masculinity™). His complete inability to recognize what every single reader can see – that Laurent was abused by his uncle – becomes an unwillingness to hear about Laurent’s traumatic experiences or accept their mental health consequences. His quest to regain his throne becomes a quest to regain his sense of self, which leads him to therapy, which leads to a realignment of his priorities that ultimately puts a connection to Laurent high on his list (as in the books).

2. Which makes sense, I think, of why Damen still cares so much for Laurent in HIUH despite his recognition of Laurent’s behavior. As in the books, he, like a few of the people closest to Laurent, sees beneath the judgmental exterior to Laurent’s resilience, deep care for people like Nicaise, and well-hidden playfulness. Lest we forget, the running over the rooftops was a key moment for Lamen – the banter and wordplay they can still find in HIUH post-breakup gestures to that playful connection/reconnection.

3. Meanwhile, Laurent remains a survivor in both worlds, and alternates between dedicating almost everything he has to simply persisting despite his uncle and trying to carve about a more purposeful and livable existence, which he at the same time does not fully believe he deserves. He is willing to protect and fight for Nicaise in ways he isn’t always able to fight for himself.

4. Nicaise, as in canon, sometimes desperately appreciates that, sometimes need to push, push, push until Laurent gives up on him the way he can’t stop fearing Laurent will.

5. Meanwhile, just as in canon, the only means Laurent has found to protect himself is by keeping his deepest self hidden and feigning indifference and superiority when he feels vulnerable or hurt. Did Laurent break up with Damen to protect Nicaise? Yes, absolutely. But, as I argued in the previous post, Laurent also breaks up with Damen because he believes deep down that, in the long term, Damen could not love the real Laurent because the real Laurent is fundamentally unlovable.

6. And he clearly told himself Damen would be better off without him, and without Nicaise, too. Like in canon, he’s willing to sacrifice his own chance at happiness to let Damen have his. He probably figured he was letting Damen go back to his charmed and trauma-free life. Which was less charmed and trauma-free than Damen thought it was, as it turns out (thank you, Neo). Which just takes us right back to Damen’s canon obliviousness and rose-tinted glasses.

7. Consider also that Laurent comes to give Damen his first and second chances because he is so desperate for Damen’s help that he has to push aside his anger, pride, and fear and let Damen in just a little (calling him for that first date, showing up at his house looking for Nicaise + asking him to take Nicaise after the paperweight). This mirrors his decision to take Damen with him to the border. But, just as in canon, whenever he lets Damen in just a little, Damen surprises him and worms his way back into Laurent’s closely-guarded heart.

8. Similarly for Damen in canon and here, Laurent is easy to hate when he’s being icy, superior, and hurtful, but impossible for Damen to hate when he pays close enough attention to see Laurent’s vulnerability. A lot of this comes through in HIUH in Damen’s careful notice of Laurent’s body language. When not clouded by his own insecurities, Damen can still read Laurent like a book.

9. Also worth noting is the way @thickenmyblood translates the differences in how Damen and Laurent think. As in canon, Damen is very literal and practical, thinking in straight lines. He is well suited to the law. Laurent’s thinking is more complicated, theoretical, and more attuned reasoning born of trauma. He is well suited to academia. But since there is no court intrigue in this modern setting, these differences are displayed not only in their communication differences, but through the contemporary complexities of sexual orientation and gender expression. Laurent (and his friend group) navigate these things effortlessly, while Damen (and his friend group) find it needlessly confusing and easy to mock. But like in canon Damen really should have understood court betrayals for his own sake, so too should this Damen understand how his thinking and friend group have prevented him from being fair to those he loves and fair to himself.

10. And if we want to get really metaphorical, we can say that Kastor "kills" their father in this by forcing Damen to realize he wasn't as good a father as Damen cast him in his memory. Although in this case, the metaphorical killing of the father opens the possibility for a more genuine relationship between the brothers, instead of destroying it...

And let’s stop it there, yeah? (Off to read the user manual for my new dishwasher.)

[fluffydice]

I'm bored so I'm bothering you. Do you have any Saiki K psykickers headcannons you feel like sharing? It's ok if not 🥰

What have you done,,,

I don't have any specific headcanons, but I can talk a bit about their dynamics because I've thought (and written) about it more (and we'll inevitably get headcanons mixed in!)

The Pyskickers are interesting characters all on their own, but when you put them together, you get a mess that really shouldn't work as well as it does. Which is. The same for most ND friend groups asdfghjkl

A big thing that's important to me about them is that they have to be able to work without Saiki. Maybe not be functional, competent humans—especially because, like all of Saiki's friends, the more they group up the more braincells they lose—but they need to work as a friend group. Saiki, unlike with his other friend group, doesn't always feel the need to babysit the Psykickers. Toritsuka, maybe, but he's in a weird spot since he joined so early. Saiki and him were the only ones for a while, so he's kinda an in-between. But for the most part, Aiura and Akechi are usually actively helping Saiki with something. Toritsuka, too, even if 7/10 he's being threatened and/or bribed, 2/10 he's trying to help but failing—him succeeding that 1/10 already puts him in a separate category than most of Saiki's friends.

I went on a tangent there; point being, Saiki isn't constantly mother-henning and helicopter-ing them. Ergo, Saiki can't be the only reason they stick together. I don't want Saiki to be the only reason they stick together in my writing, mainly because I do like reinforcing the fact that not everything is about him—even if it's subtle. Things happen around him that Saiki is not always privy to, and this includes his fellow and honorary psychics' dynamics.

Akechi and Aiura are easy for me. Funnily enough, despite likely having the best relationship, even including Saiki, I have little to say about them. It's likely because they lack a lot of the complexity the others have: they're just really fucking cool with each other, and get along swimmingly. Honestly, when I write them, it's often with at least a hint of a romantic undertone. They're comfortable with each other physically and emotionally. Akechi trusts Aiura's judgement on when he should keep it short out of necessity, not because he's being annoying. Aiura thinks Akechi is wicked as hell, and also trusts his value judgements on people and situations.

From a literary standpoint, Aiura as a character tends to get in over her head and overly emotionally-invested in things—Akechi can provide a good counterbalance to ensure things can remain on track in the story, as well as help avoid any potential mini-conflicts that might arise from characters clashing due to simple communication incompatibility.

Speaking of communication incompatibility, Toritsuka and Aiura are full of it. Despite them seemingly being the most similar on the surface-level, their motivations, intentions, and moralities conflict. A lot. Take this scene I wrote of them, for example:

“Of course they were mad! You can’t just act like you don’t have emotions whenever you feel like it. Or, if you do, you can’t get depressed when they start treating you like it.” “If you don’t shut up,” Aiura hissed, grabbing a fistful of his sleeve. Toritsuka yanked his arm away to no avail, then settled for glaring at her. “I’m gonna—"

Here, we have Toritsuka actually making a good point about something; it's his wording that muddles it up. Aiura is quick to defend against him because she's protective of her loved ones, and is also aware that their beliefs differ sharply. Neither are quite in the wrong here; or, neither of them are any more right than the other. Aiura is right to assume the worst because that's typically what Toritsuka shows. Toritsuka is right to point things out about the situation. These are the mini-conflicts that Akechi smooths over by being essentially a bridge between their ways of communicating:

“Wait, Mikoto,” Akechi piped up. His fingers were in front of his mouth, his thumb cupping his chin, in a classic sign of thinking. “The wording was harsh, admittedly, but Reita is, in fact, not wrong.”

At the end of the day, though, they are friends. Aiura might be a tiny bit more willing to admit it, but both her and Toritsuka do care about each other. When they work together, big things happen. They just need a bit of oil to help smooth things along between them. Most of their dynamic, however, comes from their utility in stores:

From a literary standpoint, Toritsuka helps balance out Aiura's optimism to a reasonable point. Saiki's cynicism is often a big contributor to conflicts in my stories—he's unreliable, both in dialogue and in narration. Toritsuka is a milder version of that cynicism (albeit rough around the edges). Aiura can't always be right about the way of things, but Akechi is too prone to taking the middle ground; essentially, pointing out all the benefits to her way of thinking while also providing the downsides. Sometimes, though, it's necessary to just have someone completely shut it down, and fast. That's where Toritsuka comes in.

Also, Toritsuka and Aiura often act as the representation of the doubts and hopes of Saiki, respectively. They're essentially foils to each other, which is helpful when your main character is a hot-and-cold tempered little bitch. A sort of good-cop bad-cop for him, if you will. By having them verbally duke it out, it helps guide the reader a bit about what's true about Saiki's view and what's distorted by his way of thinking. Chances are, if they manage to agree, it's a lesson he's going to have to learn.

And finally, Akechi and Toritsuka. Though they're comfortable with each other to an extent, they lack the romantic undertones I put in for Akechi and Aiura. Akechi makes Toritsuka uncomfortable: it's hard to argue with him, for one, and he often calls out Toritsuka in a way that's hard to hide from. Akechi is the most successfully mentor-like to Toritsuka out of the rest of them—Aiura is too automatically competitive and Saiki can smother. There's also the fact that Toritsuka can sometimes trigger his trauma in certain ways, so Saiki tends to lash out. Akechi, however, is patient and steady. Anything Toritsuka says rolls off of him like water. Akechi is hard to catch off guard with words or actions, and deep down, Toritsuka really does need stability and an unwavering personality to help him grow as a person. I think Toritsuka is fascinating to Akechi as well, as I don't think Akechi is a naturally sexual being. He's not averse, but the kind of brain-rotted attraction and horniness that Toritsuka often exhibits can teach Akechi a lot about other people. The biggest thing that Toritsuka offers Akechi is a better understanding of other people. His down-to-earth nature can help Akechi connect his practical knowledge about psychoanalysis and anthropology to actual people.

From a literary standpoint, Akechi acts as a milder reign for Toritsuka. Aiura may be right to disagree with him, but sometimes a defter explanation is needed than Aiura's often emotion-driven responses. This is where Akechi comes in, especially because Toritsuka's language and laziness can make it seem as though he's not to be trusted as a rational view. He is, and Akechi helps uncover that.

Also, Toritsuka can sometimes act as the audiences natural reaction to Akechi's tangents. Akechi obviously likes to ramble, but Aiura won't interrupt him and Saiki won't confront people. Toritsuka cuts through a lot of that easily and naturally, which helps keep them both in character while still allowing the story to move on.

Overall, it's kind of easy to see what utility I get out of these characters. Akechi is an intermediary who bridges gaps of understanding, both between characters and the audience and the happenings of the story. Aiura is the outgoing one, the one to get things started. She provides a force against Saiki's heavily biased world-view and acts as a moral compass for her group. Toritsuka helps cut through a lot of bullshit and acts as healthy dosage of reality these personalities need to keep their heads on straight.

Plus, I think they're in an unofficial QPR. So.

[writingonesdreams]

Itaewon class - sortighatchats

This kdrama is just too good not to sort. See @sortinghatchats and @wisteria-lodge for explanation of the sorting system. Beware of spoilers.

Itaweon class is a revenge story at its core about an underdog who does what feels right, steps up for his morals—and loses everything as a consequence. But it's also very heart-warming, idealistic, with power of friendship and lots of comfort scenes.

Seroy Pak is such a shining little lion. The whole story is basically built around him being so stubborn about his morals that he defies the big bad - the chairman of the ruling food company, his father's boss, the guy everyone bows down to. Instead of doing the smart thing, the survival thing, Seroy does the feel right thing—he fights back. At every. Damn. Step. Of. The. Way.

Many many characters note how stupid that is. How much his life would have been easier if he just bowed down, knelt, begged, apologised. Played by the rules. But Seroy never does, his morals and convictions always unscathed, even if the rest of his life gets freaking wrecked for it.

Seroy beats up the school bully even the teachers are afraid of, gets himself kicked out of high school, loses his father his job. And his dad says: I'm proud of you. That's a burned and broken lion right there. "I just want you to hold your head high and live confidently how I never managed." Geez, thanks for the advice.

The first two episodes are this inspiring backstory of this socially clumsy but very firmly set lion, who loses everything including his dad and dream job and nerves, gets imprisoned....by all means should be broken down. Except he comes out 2 years later with a 15 year plan how to get revenge on the impossibly powerful guy who did it to him. Cause he shouldn't be played with. Because he, Seroy, won't bow down to this monster, he should bow to him.

The way he can calmly and confidently go spew such unrealistic idealism makes people think he is mad...or scared or insanely inspired and loyal. Seroy's roaring lion gets people around him, loyal people who breathe for his dream, who do everything in his footsteps. His employees love and admire him. His arch enemy doesn't have a reason to fear him, yet can't stop getting pissed off by his mere existence.

That's the power Seroy has.

At the same time his method is a subtle, kind hard work. That's Seroy in a nutshell. When he currently isn't saving someone from injustice and refusing to bow down, he is...at work. Slow and steady. It's all in the people and trust. He can make it, be it 5, 10 or 15 years. His goals will be fulfilled and he will get enough money, people, right the wrongs. He will get his way through steady effort and honest work. Cheating never comes into question. Protection or using contacts...don't either. Seroy will suffer to abide the law just to not get any unfair cheats from anyone. He will rather take responsibility than the easy way out.

This is both, heartwarming and awe-inspiring and incredibly frustrating to watch. Especially if you are his slightly sociopathic double snake manager Ji-so. This girl is a genius and as egotistical and self-seving as it gets. She talks with people cause they are rich or have something she wants. But she is also incredibly bored by the inevitable predictability of everyone around her...except Seroy. Seroy, whose crazy morals and kindness principles don't make sense. Seroy, who is walking around all proud lion when he has nothing, no advantages, no talent, no capable employees or strategies.

From that point on, everything and everyone in Ji-so's life turns around her boss Seroy. He is the one she works for, protects, makes rich and famous. He is everything. Even when his logic and principles clash with practicality, even when Ji-so with her ruthless playful sneaky tactics would get his goal faster, she listens to him. She completely readjust her moral compass and methods so they align with his. She is his snake through and through.

Seroy doesn't fight for himself, he has high goals, revenge plans in the making, helps people around and works all honestly. It doesn't make sense to young Ji-so and she gets completely obsessed. Then fascinated. And then falls head over heels in love with him.

Funnily enough, O-Soo, Seroy's childhood friend and long term love interest is a snake too. She is only in it for herself. As an orphan, she learned to look out for her survival with all means necessary. If surviving means being quiet and submissive, so be it. If surviving and prospering means working for the guy who killed her father-figure and the dad of her best friend...so be it. There are many heart-breaking moments between her and Seroy, when she apologises to him that she has to do this. That she has to choose herself above him and everyone else's good, cause that's just how it is. She can't do it any other way. And she feels guilty for it because Seroy is her person. And in a very very round about logic, she is doing it for him, for her own secret 20 year old plan of revenge. But by doing the best for him she effectively kicks herself from her own group. She betrays him, spies on him, warns him about it, but he always reassures her it's fine, those are your morals, your convictions, I can understand this.

But she is doing it for him and for the group, except she can't be with them while she does it and ends up alone. That's why she spends the show absolutely miserable, hoping for attention and love she saboteges to pay back the debt nobody asked her to pay to the one person who had treated her right.

The biggest foil to Seroy's efforts and actions is his main enemy. The impossible to defeat the Chairman who ruins Seroy's life, because the little lion refuses to bow down. In a way this makes the chairman a lion as well. His goal, purpose and feel is the company. And his pride and conviction that he is the strongest and therefore should always be winning.

In the flashbacks it seems like he did it for his family, like he build the empire for them and cares about them, but in the end the Chairman cares about the image and about his pride and ego, not about the actual people he is protecting.

Even if Seroy and the Chairman show many parallels, from starting their companies with little to big goals and inspiring roaring lion cores, they differ mainly in the methods. Chairman is a sneaky underhanded snake where Seroy is a kind hard worker. Seroy can never forgive the intimidation, contacts, masks and everything the Chairman is willing to do to get his wins and wants. Where the Chairman corrupts, lies and blackmails, whatever works best for the situation, does Seroy choose to be honest, slow, do things through his own hands.

Yet Seroy gets fuled and inspired by the Chairman despite and maybe because of the hatedred. He only and finally loses his pride, when he realizes how much he cares about Ji-so (her showing her love through helping Seroy achieve his goals is the best way to get to a lion primary) that he is willing to kneel for her. That the Chairman would go as low as to threaten her life is the last drop for him. Seroy loses all his respect for him for this and never turns back. Even when he finally gets the Chairman on his knees in turn does he care half as much as he thought.

I'm not all that sure about the rest of the side-characters. The transgender cook is mainly a badger secondary through her hard work ways and fellow younger ex-gangster's loyalty and inspiration through Seroy makes me guess me think snake primary. Maybe they are all snake primaries really, cause they make big stands for each other, driven by dreams, ambitions, self-gain in a very natural, unapologetic way.

Very curious case is Kun-so, who stars out so shy and beat down. Everyone kept convicing him that as illegitimate second son of the Chairman, he had no right to want anything for himself that he just seemed like such a kind, shy, polite boy. When he fell in love with Jin-So and realized he was losing her to Seroy who he admired, he quit and tried to take over the Chairman's company by being his son and turning to his image.

It didn't work out, and not because it didn't feel right. That is not a factor for him. It just didn't prove effective. Seroy wins the fight against his father, so he is obviously the one in the right. Kun-so is lost in how much he wanted, in the unstoppable greed of desiring things for himself. Did he explode as a snake? Somehow he still stays sympathetic and likeable through all his moral switches and betrayals.

Maybe it's because of his badger secondary. The kid just needs to set a goal and an idol and then he succeed through doing the hard work. Doing his best to do what's asked of him, whatever that may be. You want me caring? Okay. You want me heartless? Okay too. Huh. The switching around of morals and personalities depending on what he decides now makes me think he might be a Bird primary. He is the one who doesn't know what he wants and feels lost, except knowing he won't be like his father. He is the one who sets his goal on taking over the company once Jin-so says that will win her over. And he simply accepts Seroy's reasons and explanations for everything, simply adapting them into his code. When Seroy says he is a kid and can forgive himself, then it must be true and Kun-so accepts it as part of his new truth.

O-Soo's methods seem super sneaky. She spies and and she stabs in the back...but she doesn't enjoy it and she isn't sneaky about it. She doesn't hide it, she even apologies and warns before doing it again. Her whole 15 years old plan worked even better than Seroy's and she did it with less people, from the inside, despite how incredibly deplorable it made her feel. Doesn't that make her a good candidate for Bird secondary? She made her plan and went with it. Preparations through all her positions, through all the years, from the inside the lion's den. Meticulous and detailed, to bring down the Chairman. Great bird. Snake Bird also fits her villainous vibes until the last episode.

Seroy - Lion / Badger

O-Soo - Snake / Bird

Jin So - Snake / Snake

Chairman - exploded Lion / Snake

Kun-so - Bird / Badger

[metvmorqhoses]

Hi! I never read the original trilogy before watching the show, only the crows books, but I agree with a lot of what you’ve said about Alina & Aleksander. It’s obviously a cruel and poorly fitting match. May I ask what kind of person you think would truly match Aleksander better?

So, here is the deal: while the right answer to this question might appear pretty obvious, since pretty much everyone in the fandom agrees that Aleksander deserves an equal, I have to confess that I've always found a big flaw in this otherwise, well, flawless reasoning.

Albeit I obviously agree with everything you said about Alina's (especially show!Alina) lack of... personality (to express it kindly), I think dismissing the general concept of book!Alina, at least in the way she should have been written had her writer any sense of artistic potential, might actually be a dire mistake in the proverbial grand scheme of literary things.

I'll explain.

It's indeed pretty easy to sketch out Aleksander's ideal match. He himself would tell you he'd need a mirror image of who he is in order to finally, finally, feel complete: someone to match him in power, but above all in his understanding of power; someone to match him in immortality, but above all in his experience with it; someone who shares his predatory eagle-view on existence and therefore sharp-sighted enough to look in his same direction and see the same clash of colors in dawns and sunsets turning morality and philosophy unforgiving black.

In short, Aleksander would need someone who shares his unique condition, but most importantly having already lived through each and every single stage of it (the same despair, the same fear, the same loneliness) and therefore being someone who just gets what it means, what it feels, to be him.

There's no doubt in my mind this is what the Darkling dreamt about in the dead of night, what he prayed for before actually finding the Sun Summoner. He prayed she had been out there all along somehow, each year he himself had existed, going through the same centuries of unforgiveness, of solitude, of horror, through the same desperate quest for an equal, for him, just as he had been looking for her, all that time, all along.

I've seen many amazing people believing this very same thing while exploring the possibility in both meta and fanfiction, and I absolutely get where they are coming from. But I'm afraid I have to disagree. As poets say, there's a huge difference between what someone thinks they need and what they actually do need.

Aleksander's perfect match should indeed be his mirror image, but the mirror image of the boy he once was (the boy who was in love with "all the colors one cannot see in the dark", the one who was moved by the mere idea of companionship and intimacy, who was brave enough to risk his own life for the sake of a little girl he had just met), and not of the eternal and lost creature he had become, no matter how shocking the mere notion would be to him.

Aleksander would need a person who reminds him of the unspoiled self that was torn away from him, of his original unmarred idealism, his profound appreciation for living before he became a mere stubborn and bitter habit, of the humanity he was forced to shed. And, above all, Aleksander would need to be able himself to perform this act of saving, protecting and cherishing this twin heart for the sake of that heart of his no one had cared to save in time.

I think seeing himself, his truer, unspoiled self, in his equal and being able to shield her from everything he endured, as a single beam of light in endless oceans of darkness, would be virtually the only thing able to save him in turn, finally giving his life a meaning no war nor time could steal away from him.

And this is precisely why I think the concept of Alina had real literary potential, had it been used wisely, because Alina was supposed to be exactly that - an Alexander who can still, materially, be protected, saved, someone with the strength of not treding her own humanity for comforting numbness and disillusion, not even while crushed by the weight of eternity, and, in doing so, allowing him to be human and bearably so for the first time in his eternal detached yet still excruciating exististing.

It's a pity, because at fleeting times both books and show did touch on this very topic, almost giving in, only to idiotically shy away from it for reasons that will always be beyond me.

[halogenwarrior]

I feel like the large amount of capital-r Rationalist Worm fans has really negatively influenced some people’s interpretations of Taylor and her motivations. I sometimes see people treating her as this sort of platonic idea of utilitarianism or whatever moral philosophy you think she subscribes to, whose strengths and flaws are entirely the strengths and flaws of that philosophy in its ideal form. And having read the “rational fic writing advice of Eliezer “famous Harry Potter fic writer and comparer of Taylor to Hillary Clinton” Yudkowsky I can see where this idea comes from, because this is exactly how he says characters should ideally be written. He says he dislikes “gray and gray morality” where everyone is shown to have their flaws and hypocrisy, instead he likes conflicts where both sides are truly good rather than gray and the conflict is that they are completely true to different philosophies of what good is. To some extent, he has a point in this; there are works that use the existence of hypocrisy and self-serving as a “cheat” out of and easy answer to a conflict that really is supposed to be a clash between two pure “good” philosophical ideas (Pokemon Black and White my beloathed...). But in the end, characters who are just platonic ideas of philosophies are for philosophical essays and tracts; literature is for portraying humans in all of their psychological complexity, sometimes self-serving motives, and ways that, due to their individual humanity, they aren’t just walking philosophical mouthpieces and don’t match up completely with an ideology.

That being said, Taylor is actually quite human (and a human teenager at that, with all the expected immaturity) in this way and from author comments it seems that this is completely intentional. She doesn’t simply state her belief that Benevolent Warlordism is Better than the Corrupt Current Authority throughout the story and spend the whole time as the embodiment of that ideal. Instead, she starts out wanting to be a hero, and then she has a complete failure of her typically paranoid mindset with regards to Coil (taking him at face value of wanting to improve the city even though every politician says that and look how that usually turns out) because it’s what she WANTS to believe, so she can keep her new friends after feeling isolated while morally sanctioning her actions, and then does a surprise Pikachu face when it turns out Coil actually does bad things and her support is helping him do bad things, then spends the next few arcs running around trying to fix the one bad thing she feels particularly guilty of. It’s only after already setting herself up as a warlord to fix said guilt, solely caring about Dinah with the people she saves being incidental, that she justifies herself as the lesser of two evils compared to the corrupt status quo, a lot of the corruption of which she didn’t even KNOW ABOUT before already going ahead and deciding she was going to be a criminal. I’m saying this with genuine love for her character and acknowledgement that she isn’t a horrible monster and does some pretty admirable stuff, especially given her age and situation, and she certainly was always cynical, paranoid and judgmental with a determination for justice even if she didn’t know all the details of what was wrong with her world at the beginning, but it’s ridiculous and detracts from understanding of her character as a character and not a rationalist talking point to see her as some pure philosophical ideal from start to finish who is never making up her ideology as she goes along.

[selarina]

raven-haired phantom?? Geto sir? is that you??

Content Warnings: royalty!au, dark undertones, sensual atmosphere, love triangle-ish, unrequited love, dubious morality, subtle manipulation, mentions of death, ballroom dancing

Read on AO3 | Part 1 | Part 3

See the thing is Getou Suguru is a man of courtesy. He wasn't fond of you or anything you represent, but he saw you to be human — especially when you vehemently denied being one. You claimed you were above them as your nimble fingers kept trying to grasp onto power but alas, the reigns were made of water. 

He found the whole ordeal between you and Satoru amusing, like toy soldiers being driven by a high-strung child — clashing and thrashing into each other. Despite this, he also saw the way Satoru broke down as days easily melted into months, and looking back at it all, he can find himself sympathizing with him.

Being king was a lonely venture after all, and what is a king without a queen?

Powerless and bare for the vultures to feast on. 

So, he extended his counsel to Satoru, as a friend does — “Satoru, show kindness to her," "Satoru, gift her flowers," "Satoru, allow her to reunite with her kin." But of course, it fell on deaf ears as Satoru brushed aside these words. He proceeded to impede your departure from the tower by sowing thorns in your path so you would never physically leave the tower, and more grievously, he orchestrated the murder of your only remaining family, so you eventually would be able to bring yourself to mentally leave the tower.

While Satoru continued to act on cruelty, hating you for what you were — Getou could find it in himself to care and see in you what he has been seeing in Satoru. Getou was kind to you because you are just so much like Satoru — dismissive, powerful, and naive in your idealism.

His outstretched hands sought yours as you stumbled. No one seemed to notice or care, and yet you swatted his gesture away, determined to rise unaided. Yet, time wore down your defiance, like a weary stone yielding to elements. And on that fateful day, you embraced his hand, grumbling expletives under your breath. At that moment, all he thought about was the softness of your touch, a sensation entirely too novel to him.

He has to admit he wasn't spurred by altruism or moral imperatives; more so, it was a sense of habitual rhythm that seemed to guide him so often. He found the tribulations of this existence all too quaint. What does it matter if you sit on the throne instead of Satoru? Crime prevails and will find a way to thrive regardless.

It’s all so… trivial but he finds himself indulging you more and more as the days slew into months. Perhaps it is out of mere curiosity or perhaps it is the recognition of your shared humanity. He couldn't really tell them apart anymore.

Within your tower's dimly lit chambers, your gaze fixes upon him, eyes like a doe's, as you try to veil your gratitude when he conjures a meaningless flower he picked up from the garden during his early morning stroll. He knows it’s meaningless, but in your world where most things in your life are losing meaning and identity, it’s easy for you to attach yourself to even trivial things like a flower. 

You wordlessly take it and place it in your hair – no gratitude is exchanged but the soft crinkle in your smile tells him otherwise. He ignores it. You place it in the back of your hair as it belongs to you, a jewel fitting for a queen.

Somedays, on quiet nights, he finds himself thinking about you taking over as queen. He thinks about standing right beside you, blended in the shadows of your mighty throne but his hand sits on your shoulder. He dreams of it sometimes — some days he wakes up in his dreams as an advisor, some days a friend, and on some rare few days, he dreams of being a lover — eternally bound to be at your side.

On another, very real day, you’re with him in the garden. It was surprisingly Satoru’s suggestion. He had a feeling his friend knew of your bounds and how you were brimming with restlessness at that sickly tower. But as he came to escort you to the garden, you seemed to lighten up, a little color rising to your face as you told him to wait outside so you could dress up — a change from your usual drab-colored grey clothing. You wear a red so bright, it manages to contend against even the red roses that were blooming this summer evening. The gown clings to you like a second skin, rewriting your pallid one. 

You meticulously sever and gather the roses into a basket he holds for you, and as the two of you sit in the garden — you slice through the thorns with deliberate precision, your gaze focused and intense, as if each motion were a life-altering incantation in the making. You talk — You tell him about how your mother taught you how to do this.

He merely hums, his eyes focused on a trail across the span of your neck, down to your hand, not even sparing the edge of your fingers from his scrutiny. You continue weaving tales of a maternal legacy, and he finds that he’s reluctant to ask you about how she died. A touchy subject he’s willing to let you keep to yourself. 

All too suddenly, you stop, your hand stretching over to pick one of the smaller roses. Your hand comes up to his face, and he has half a mind to smack it away and run but your soft hand caresses his face to push back his outgrown bangs, as you proceed to place the rose against his hair. He had his hair down today, the span of rich blackness cascading down his back like a dark river, which now finds itself tainted by a red.

“Would you be kind and assist in cutting down my hair today, princess?”

“You’re cutting it?” you ask, almost disappointed. He has quite luscious hair, you told him one sleepy evening. You asked him what it would feel like to run your hand through all its black. Find out, princess — the response was ready but he said it was too late, for you answered with soft snores.

“Would you like me to not?” He asks, his head tilting as he idly plays with a rose he picked from the basket.

"If I told you not to, would you abstain?" you inquire.

"Absolutely," he responds.

Days of your meetings, turn into weeks turn into an entire year, and now he can admit he is fond of you and your many quirks. You are cruel and he is certain that if the two of you met under varying circumstances — you would spit on him and make him thank you. But underneath all that cruelty lies some heart – it’s battered, and twisted, oozing out a blood so dark, it’s black but it’s there, and Getou intends to milk the rest of it, all for himself. 

—

One stormy night, the castle was house to a ball – guests gathered from all the world into all the little crevices in the kingdom, from corners of the halls to the guest rooms, to the gardens, and the libraries but you were nowhere to be seen as he navigated and greeted all the men, women and children alike. 

As the sea of faces began to blur, Getou grows tired of trying to find you, so he reluctantly agrees to keep a noblewoman company when she requests the honor of a dance. 

And that is when he sees you — arm in arm with Satoru. He seems a man unveiled, his eyes shining with pride and blue, outpouring even the gleam of the chandelier above them. The moon remains his only contender. 

Getou stares at the man and at you as the two of you move as one at the center of the ballroom. You’re not one to attend these balls — not when you’ve tried to escape far too many times for Gojo to let you. But today you don’t seem to care much for it. Perhaps you're pretending, perhaps you've learned better.

Your crown, worn only on rare occasions of public display graces your brow tonight as you sway and turn and lean and glide across the ballroom. It makes something twinge beneath his skin. 

Getou still moves like a man with composure, his demeanor unchanging and offering the same sense of courtesy he always offered. Gracefulness seemed to effortlessly accompany his every step, yet a chill seemed to emanate from his gaze as he stared and he stared until he seemingly managed to pierce through the crowd to get your attention. 

When you catch his eyes, it doesn't leave him for the rest of the dance. Even as Satoru's hands embraced your hips snugly, and as Getou’s hands rise lower, and lower down against the nameless woman’s back — your gaze remained steadfastly affixed to Getou.

As the music swelled to a crescendo, your gaze finally managed to shift away as Satoru's grip around your waist seems to tighten, as he guided you in a spirited whirl across the dance floor. His laughter blends with the music, casting an atmosphere of unease upon Getou.

You stare at Satoru's bare eyes, and for a moment, it's as if the world around you fades, leaving only the two of you, but of course, you won’t — can’t seem to forget that Getou’s there too. He seems to have managed to disappear, but as you weave through the crowd as you take your leave.

In the tower, lit only by a single candelabra, you see him seated on the edge of your bed with a sapphire necklace sitting in his hand. The wind outside is howling, a rhythm that matched the beating of your heart.

You entered the room cautiously, as your eyes settled on him.

"What brings you here, Getou-san?" you venture, breaking the silence that hung heavily between you.

He turned to face you, his gaze sharp like a tempest. "I wanted to see you is all," he replied, his voice a mixture of vulnerability and something else you couldn't quite place.

You walk closer, your feet aching from the night's festivities, as you seated yourself right next to him, as you reprieve the assault on your legs all at once. Your shoulders brush against his own, as you quickly bend to get rid of your footwear.

There was a heaviness in the air as you did, an unspoken tension that seemed to thicken with each passing second. 

“It’s a beautiful necklace,” he spoke up, breaking the tension.

“It belonged to Satoru’s mother apparently,” you speak. 

You took a deep breath, gathering your thoughts before meeting his gaze head-on.

“It did,” he replies, plainly. “Can I put it on you?”

“You may,” you simply turn your back to him. 

His hands immediately move with steadiness as he brushes your hair to the side, the bareness of your back exposed to him before his hands move over your head to place the necklace in front of you as it finally touches cold against the skin of your chest. 

He pulls slowly as he seems to adjust the length of the necklace with the thread, he pulls and he pulls, and it reaches your collar, and he pulls and he pulls, as it finally reaches tight and snugs against your neck. 

“How’s it look?” He asks as you get up to stand in front of the mirror in your room. 

“It’s nice,” you say. “I’ve been wearing it for a week now, actually.”

“Have you?” 

Your fingers brushed against the necklace like it was choking you. "Though I must admit, you tied it rather tightly," you confess.

His presence enveloped you as he stepped up to stand behind you, his nearness palpable yet not entirely touching. "I believe it suits you perfectly," he remarked, his breath a whisper upon your nape.

Your gaze meets his reflection in the mirror, he leans, his lips leaving a soft kiss against the nape of your neck, but you cannot help but think that there is something undiscernible about him, much like always but today — it leaves you reeling as you try to sleep.

Shortly after, he announced, "I should be taking my leave," even though his voice seemed tinged with reluctance. And once he retreated, you were left with a disquieted soul, while the winds outside become your sole companions for the night. They howl and moan against the closed windows, as an unshakable sense of wrongness taints the air they try to breathe in, it casts a shadow over everything you once held certain. 

In your dreams, the raven-haired phantom returns once more, yet this time his presence doesn't mend your weary soul. He does not offer respite for your wailing wounded. Instead, he stands before you with a leash in his hand, and this time — he tells you to run.

[yyunari]

◌ ꊞ 🍓 ⿻ ﾟ｡ ๋ UPCOMING FICS!

☆｡ 💒 ﾟ㇁ ₊̇ ° ˚ . Ꞌꞌ …ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ‧º.

note. these fics aren’t in a particular order this is mainly to keep myself accountable and so that i make sure to finish all these before i eventually stop writing.

I WANNA BE FAMOUS! a Yang Jungwon SMAU

Based off of the show ‘Total Drama Island’. A reality T.V show in which a group of 16 teens compete to win a cash prize of $100,000. Y/N L/N joined for one reason and one reason only, to win- and she would do anything to accomplish that. Naturally, she clashes with Yang Jungwon, whose moral values rivaled that of Y/N’s and rather saw her as selfish. Y/N, on the other hand, viewed Jungwon as a nuance. Who will win the competition? Will Y/N and Jungwon ever see eye to eye? Find out in Total Drama Island.

CHESHIRE! a Nishimura Riki fic

Y/N Cheshire lived her life carefree. Being the daughter of the Cheshire Cat made her more inclined to take everything with a grain of salt and to just have a little bit of fun in everything she does. Whether it was pulling pranks, sneaking up on people, or making jabs at her friends- Y/N kept a Cheshire’s smile on her face. Because of that, she just couldn’t take Chaehyun Cupid seriously when she claimed that Y/N had a crush on Riki Wonderland.

current progress: published!

CUPID IS SO DUMB! a Nishimura Riki fic

Riki had a crush on Liz. He knew it, his friends knew it, almost everyone in their whole grade knew it. So why did he rang the love alarm of Liz’s rather average best friend?

current progress: ~3kwords

BETTER THAN REVENGE! a Park Jay fic

Part 2 to ETA. After seeing Jake with some girl on his arms at a party, Y/N knew she couldn’t let her innocent front get in the way of showing Jake just what he was missing out on. Luckily for her, Y/N knows how to get revenge.

UNFORGIVEN! a Sim Jaeyun fic

As Tony Stark’s “intern”, Jake had a lot to hide. The fact that he was a secret superhero wasn’t very easy, and having to lie to his best friend and aunt hurt him more each time. However, the biggest lie he told was one to himself— that he didn’t care about his nemesis, Scarlet Witch. Also known as the Avenger’s number one target.

SWEET REVENGE! a Sim Jaeyun SMAU

Y/N was known by most as being overly nice. She often helped others she saw in need, and even if the help wasn’t needed her intentions were always pure. However as she accidentally finds herself entangled with a new transfer student, trouble ensues and a mysterious app named ‘Revenge Note’ downloads itself onto her phone. Who could this so-called Revenge Master be?

Enchanted! a Yang Jungwon Fic

Based off of Teen Titans (2003). Being in a superhero group with four other teenagers was always complicated. Although, there were days when things were seemingly normal. Y/N cherished those days, even if they only lasted for a night.

BARBIE GIRL! a Nishimura Riki fic

Known as the biggest loser in the whole school, Riki eventually embraced the title. After all, at least he had one. That just made it easier for him to get noticed by Y/N L/N. The most popular girl at school, and the love of his life.

[kaftan]

The Amy Dallon/Cassie Animorphs Venn Diagram

Because my time is NOT valuable, and I am very easily persuaded to waste it. (Context here)

Starting easy: a major part of their sense of identity revolves around healer jobs. Cassie assists her parents informally in caring for injured animals; Amy is an honorary doctor. Cassie has significantly less responsibility and is significantly more fulfilled by what she does, but she and Amy both take their jobs quite seriously.

This part of their sense of self clashes horribly with the kind of violence that later becomes expected of them.

They both hold to a strict moral code: at the moments of climax when that code is forced to break, so do they. Cassie in book 9 with the termites and then later eating the baby seal in the arctic; Amy killing for the first time when Bonesaw forces her to and then the confrontation with Victoria. Points of no return, points where you crumble as you realize you were never the person you hoped and prayed to be: the proof is in your actions, and the proof is damning. Doesn’t the fact that you were even capable of these acts speak for itself?

Here’s an even more interesting one: Cassie in the David trilogy and Amy in the s9 arc. Taking all your compassion, all that carefully cultivated empathy, that whole bleeding heart, and channeling it into an act of physical and psychological torture. Cassie masterminds the plan to turn David into a rat. Amy turns Victoria into… well. Worse than a rat, to be sure. And what happens after they convince themselves it was worth it, that it was all they could do, that they had to do it? They break down and cry.

Both loners/standouts within a larger group; subsequent “if it sucks, hit da bricks” mentality. (Cassie quitting the animorphs in book 19 / Amy packing up and leaving her family + the wards in 11h.)

Writing that out, I just realized that they both had significant moral breakdowns directly following their attempts to leave everything behind. Funny, that!

There’s a whole Animorphs book centered around Cassie doing brain surgery. Ok this one’s just a really fun coincidence but c’mon

Both hated and beloathed in-story largely for traitorism/hypocrisy allegations born out of desperate attempts to follow their Code in situations that make it extremely difficult

Both intimately familiar with having “some kind of alien parasite” in their brain

Both proof that you can turn any sweet girl into an instrument of violence with enough nudging. She’ll fight you along the way, but she’ll submit, and she’ll transform, and really it doesn’t matter how much she hates herself along the way.

Cassie = lesbian coded, Amy = lesbian, my case = rested

[shawnsturns]

Might not update this often as I do not have a title or anything for it and nobody probably will read it so I don't know if I'm talking to anybody but if I am thankyou! :)

Summary:

It's about a person whose parents get divorce and because their mum has financial issues they live with her mum's best friend for a while. The mum's best friend is the mother to Shawn Mendes and Aaliyah Mendes. Y/N hits it off really well with Shawn and that's all I have so far but I know it will remain pretty light-hearted and non-sexual either way.

This is my first time ever writing a fanfiction so I tried to make it pretty easy for a light read when you're bored and want something not too hard on the brain. loosely based on a dream I had, the person in my dream was a completely made up person, I just thought that I might as well make a fanfiction about it because I haven't had a dream in a while and it was kind of cute so I don't want to forget it.

It had finally been summer break, all those miserable memories of school were starting to vanish from your recollection, you were excited and surprisingly motivated to socialise with your friends and make those crucial coming of age movie moments. But of course none of that was upon your horizon, this was because nothing worth living through ever happened in your life, for instance the last eventful thing that occurred in your life was when your parents' marriage fell apart and you then had to start living with your mum who then began struggling with finding a permanent house. Regardless of that you were still disappointed when you were told that your next three weeks will be spent in some weird town purely because your mum's bestie (Shawn's mum) lives there.

The whole way to this town you let your mind wonder; what will it be like there, is it hot or cold? Will any of your friends miss you? How long is this drive? Will it be annoying to change the radio channel? Is your mum really ok? Did you forget any belongings at your dad’s? Will you ever be proud of how you live life? Are there gonna be any cool people there? Apparently your mum's friend has 2 kids, Shawn Mendes and Aaliyah Mendes. For your sake you've hoped that the one your age at least will be approachable, especially because your therapist had recently told you to meet new people and put yourself out there, your real self.

This drive was truly revealing of you and your mum's relationship, you had always had a certain awkwardness about you and now that was clashing with your mum's personality, she was and always had been the hardest person to read. You figured you would switch between listening to music and watching a show but the tension was just too much so you just began to ask those questions you thought of earlier, none of the deep ones though mainly just like what your mum remembered about Shawn's mum and what to expect.

Whilst bored in the car you came up with the best plan. Well… now that you know the first AND last names of who you're visiting (your mum told you) you impulsively decided to stalk their Instagram's and Spotify. Was this the most moral thing you’ve done? Not at all, did it give you fuel to make a judgment about them and prepare yourself? Yes. Luckily nothing was really too alarming with either of their Instagram's, they were all pretty casual and had photos of when they’d travel or do fun stuff at home with an occasional photo of just themselves in a fit check or like a selfie, you were way too scared to look at their stories though. You found you have similar taste in music with all of them to some degree, and none of them had Spotify followers which was honestly a huge green flag.

You gave special attention to Shawn's Spotify as you gathered you two would bond the most as the 19 year olds, his carefully crafted almost endearing playlist had phenomenal music and perfect covers. Your favourite was the one titled “I miss quality time”, it consisted of songs so good they felt nostalgic but you’ve never heard before, songs that can capture moments for eternity and give them gracious hugs. With one hour left of the drive you plugged in your earphones and began listening to it unshuffled, certain lyrics would catch your ear and result in you pondering whether it also caught the attention of Shawn's ear or moreover his heart.

i'm sorry this is awful :(

[starry-blue-echoes]

More Assorted Star Swap thoughts, this time about part 6 (with Jonathan being swaped in for Jolyne) For the brief time that he is part of  the story, part 6 Jotaro will be experiencing…. Emotions, that’s for sure. He enters Green Dolphin feeling prepared. Get in, rescue his daughter, and maybe beat up a few of Dio’s goons on the way out. 

And then instead he has to deal with this:

Jonathan: So, there’s no easy way to say this Mr. Kujo, but my name is actually Jonathan Joestar, and I seem to be… possessing your daughter’s body.

Jotaro: ….

Jonathan: Mr. Kujo?

Jotaro: …

Jotaro has been dealing with stand bullshit (trademarked) for years, so he probably isn’t that surprised by anything anymore, but he definitely doesn’t wasn’t expecting this.  Why is his great-great-grandfather’s mind inside of his daughter’s body? More importantly, where is his daughter’s mind? Unfortunately, Jonathan doesn’t have the answer. Even more unfortunately, Jotaro can never gets the time to figure this out before he gets his memories and stand stolen. 

And Jonathan… I think he’d be a little hesitant about going back to Green Dolphin after the escape. Sure, he wants to stop evil, and that fact that these people, all the way in the distant future of 2011, are apparently servants of Dio, doesn’t sit well with him.

But on the other hand, he is endangering a body that isn’t his. This girl, who apparently is one of his descendants, didn’t ask for any of this. Who is he to make this decision for her, to throw her body into danger like this? (Being unaware of the fact that Jolyne would be just as willing to throw herself into danger)

Obviously, the rest of the Star Swap Stone Ocean needs to happen, so Jonathan’s desire to stop Dio’s evil overcomes his concerns, but I still think Jonathan ends up being much more careful and defensive during fights. Not because he’s worried for his own life, but because he doesn’t know when he’s going to switch back, and he wants Jolyne’s body to be as good as new when that happens.

Yesssssssssssssssss

Jotaro just. Stares at Jonathan for several seconds and for a moment Jonathan's worried he doesn't believe him but then he lets out the longest, most exausted sounding sigh Jonathan's ever heard

Jotaro's So Fucking Exhausted He Didn't Sign Up For Any Of This He Just Wanted His Family To Be Safe God Dammit-

luckily/unluckily he recognizes the fact that there is nowhere near enough time nor it is safe enough to stay here and ask questions, so he decides to go ahead with his plan to get "Jolyne" out and to the Foundation. After all, they deal with all sorts of magical fuckery, they might know what to do here

the escape is definitely Awkward since their of them really know what to say, but you're abslutely right in that Jonathan freaks out a bit when he learns but canon does go the same way with Jotaro getting his brain and Stand yoinked and him going comatose

and just. OUGH I love the idea of Jonathan hesitating to go back. His morals are gonna be clashing so freaking hard because on one hand there is a lot of danger inside those walls and he doesn't want to endager Jolyne, but on the other he doesn't want to abandon Mr.Kujo like this. The man came here to save his daughter, and he's now in a state like death because of how he wasn't the woman he came for (ofc, this is how canon would have gone but Jonathan doesn't know that :3c)