#and it's just so frustrating to see this happen when I loved her so

[jeo9n]

INSTAGRAM

you’ve been texting jungkook on instagram non stop ever since he opened his account as a joke. but what you didn’t expect was for him to actually text you back.

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pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

genre: fluff, slow burn, friends to lovers, future smut

warnings: none

wordcount: 2k

you get woken up by your alarm at exactly 6am. like everyday, you open your eyes and the first thing you do is check your phone. catching up with everything that happened while you were asleep. texting your friends back that live in a different time zone than you.

you’re tired but you get out of bed anyway. you have to get ready for work. even if your body is screaming for you to stay in bed.

the first thing you do is make your bed so it prevents from laying back down. you already took a shower yesterday night, which you thank yourself as it saves you time this morning. so all you have to do is brush your teeth and wash your face.

when you’re done with that you make yourself a coffee and start to get dressed. you keep your outfit simple with some baggy jeans and a black long sleeve top because you’d rather be comfortable than fashionable. you always make sure to never leave the house without spraying perfume everywhere on your body. you forgot to but some on one day as you were running late, only noticing when you were already at work and someone might say it’s stupid but you didn’t feel good that day, you didn’t feel like yourself without your sweet perfume. you love to smell good, you love getting compliments on your scent, you love people smelling you before they even see you.

ever since that you never forgot to put perfume on again, but carrying around a travel size bottle of your favorite perfume in your bag just in case.

you pet your cats goodbye one last time before you leave your apartment. you hate leaving them home alone but thankfully they have each other so they are not really "alone" but it still hurts you.

you’re already on the way to the small coffee shop that you work at , as you remember you haven’t texted your boyfriend (jungkook) a good morning text yet. so you pull your phone at your pocket and text him right away. the chat is filled with hundreds of your messages texting him random stuff about how your day was and occasionally sending him some memes and reels you thought were funny.

y/n: good morning jungkoookkk!!

y/n: i’m on my way to work.

y/n: you’re probably asleep but have a good day.

you smile to yourself as you double text him. your not texting him in hopes to get a text back, cause that would be crazy. i mean, that guys is crazy famous of course he’s not going to text me back. you just think it’s funny, although sometimes you think it’s actually kinda weird and you should probably stop, but you never actually do.

as you open the door to your workplace you’re instantly greeted with the delicious smell of coffee, which reminds you, you still have your empty cup of coffee in your hands which you forgot to throw away. your coworker greets you good morning as she looks up from behind the counter.

"good morning. leslie." you greet back as you throw your coffee away. "ugh i really don’t feel like working today." you tell her, while taking of your jacket. she laughs and agrees with you.

"girl, i literally stayed up all night binge watching true crime documentaries." she tells me. "look at my eye bags! i can’t even cover them up with makeup." she says as she lifts up her hand to show me her dark eye bags. "but i guess it’s my own fault. i knew i should’ve turned the tv off after the first episode." she says in frustration and it makes me laugh. i can totally relate to her. you tell yourself one more episode and suddenly the sun comes up and you finished the whole show, wondering where the time went.

happened to me one too many times.

"yea…" you say, tying your apron at you back. "been there, done that." and she smiles softly in response. "should i make you a coffee? cause you really look like you need one." you tell her as you point to your eye bags, mocking her.

she laughs and kicks you jokingly "yes please! make it extra strong."

"will do." you say in a laugh, already on your way to the coffee machine. it’s definitely gonna be a long day for leslie today.

you put the coffee down carefully, not trying to spill the hot coffee all over the counter. "here you go, extra strong for you, your highness. " you bow to her jokingly while laughing like an idiot.

"you’re so stupid." she laughs with you, bringing the coffee up to her lips, trying to take a sip.

you worked a little longer today as usual since it was busy. but you don’t mind. working extra hours means extra money and you would never complain about that.

you take you shoes off and wash your hands as soon as you get home. after that you change into more comfy close just some sweatpants and hoodie and you already feel way better. you walk to your kitchen to feed your cats, who are acting like you leave them out to starve and never feed them. after your done with that you wash your hands again and make yourself something to eat since you only had breakfast today. you decide for pizza today as it doesn’t take long to be ready. you shove it into the oven and while you wait you brows through your phone. you lean against the counter and watch some tiktok’s to make to the time go by faster.

the pizza is done in under 20 times. thankfully. you cannot wait longer or else your stomach is gonna start eating itself. you sit down on your couch with your pizza on your lap. you try to take a bite but it’s still too hot so start browsing through netflix instead to find something to watch while your eating. when you find something your pizza has cooled down already so you start eating.

after your done, you get up and do the dishes right away so you don’t have to worry about it later. after that you decide to take a bath since you haven’t done that in a while and after that hectic day today you really need it.

the warm water hugs your body as you lay down in your bathtub. you feel your body start to relax enjoying the temperature of the water. your eyes are closed as you hear the notification sound from your phone, but you ignore it. you feel so comfortable right now you don’t want to move. so you stay put, enjoying this bath maybe a little too much.

after like twenty minutes you start to get bored and the water has gone cold, so you decide it’s time to get out. you quickly wash your body and get out. you do you skincare and brush your teeth while your body dries, after that you put some vanilla bodylotion on, quickly change into your pyjamas and head to bed, your cats joining you seconds after. one sleeps on top the pillow next to you while the one sleeps between your legs.

you go to grab your phone from your nightstand, checking it one last time before you go to sleep. your just scrolling trough your notifications not thinking anything by it. you stop at one particular notification and your hearts starts to beat faster. sitting straight in your bed, rubbing your eyes to make sure your seeing correctly. you cannot believe what you’re seeing.

jeon jungkook has fucking texted you back.

not only once. he double texted you back.

is this really happening right now?

abcdefghi__lmnopqrstuvwxyz: woww! how long have you been texting me for ? there are like a thousand messages lol

abcdefghi__lmnopqrstuvwxyz: i hope you had good day at work! i just woke up.

abcdefghi__lmnopqrstuvwxyz: i saw your message and there are so many. i felt bad so i texted back. looked like your were talking to yourself haha.

wait. i cannot believes this. am i dreaming?

your hands shake and you’re not sure what to text back. should i even text back? would he text back again?

i take a deep breath. my head is going crazy right now.

after you collected yourself , you text back.

y/n: lol this is awkward.

y/n: i wasn’t thinking you would actually text back.🫣

y/n: i hope my message weren’t bothering you or anything.

you struggle sending the message back cause your hands won’t stop shaking. but can you blame me? the love of my life just texting me back and my stupid ass ignored it because of that stupid bath i took.

i bite on my nails nervously, my heart is beating so fast it might jump out of my chest at any minute.

i wait for an answer back, which is stupid, i know.

just because he texted me back one time doesn’t mean he’s going to do it again.

you know he won’t. but still, you wait.

you wait for like an hour until you realize he’s actually not responding anymore so you decide to go sleep. or try to go to sleep i should say, since your mind won’t stop thinking about what had just happened.

after a while you eventually fall asleep after what felt like hours.

the next morning you get woken up again by your alarm. this time you grab your phone a little faster than usual. scrolling through your notifications with tired but curious eyes.

you eyes widen as you find his notification again.

abcdefghi__lmnopqrstuvwxyz: haha no, you don’t bother me. i read through your messages last night.

abcdefghi__lmnopqrstuvwxyz: you’re funny haha.

abcdefghi__lmnopqrstuvwxyz: judging by the time i usually get the first message from you, i should get a message soon right?

you read the last text and it says sent an hour ago.

okay wait. he texted again? and he thinks i’m funny?

im definitely dreaming because there is no way that this is fucking happening.

your thumbs moves fast as you reply to him.

y/n: no way!!!

y/n: am i dreaming?? please tell me im not

y/n: is this really jungkook?

y/n: no, it can’t be

y/n: is someone playing with me?

someone definitely must be playing with you. because what do you mean jeon jungkook texted me back not one, but twice?

you actually cannot believe it yourself. this is crazy.

you wait a little bit to see if he’ll respond again. but nothing comes so you start getting ready for work.

how am i going get through work today, when all i can think about is him. you think to yourself.

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i hope you enjoy this chapter because im definitely excited about this fanficton ahhh

[yourcutelittlegayfriend]

✧✦✧ Chapter 4 ✧✦✧

Oh Love, Why can't I See You?

Yandere Platonic Bat Family x Neglected Regressing GN Reader

Warning this part contains: Blood, Biting, Fighting&Yelling, Batman beating the shit out of people and Joker, almost drowning, usage of Lazarus pit and Mental breakdown.

Notes: Bruce's POV HA! I hope I did him justice and not too OOC, I notice a lack of actual Yandere themes on this fic from the family so I started with the patriach first because why not?

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𓆩𓆪 𓆩𓆪 𓆩𓆪 𓆩𓆪 𓆩𓆪

𓆩𓆪 𓆩𓆪 𓆩𓆪 𓆩𓆪 𓆩𓆪

It's weird

I see her face again, but not on her; I see it on her child's face. If I met her when she was young, their chubby and plump cheeks would look like hers, and their small stature would be strong and fierce, just like hers, if I remember correctly.

and yet why-?

Why do I see myself in her eyes? tired and exhausted, burnt out even? feeling like the world has already killed you from the inside and only your body can be seen by people who would never look past your walls?

Why do you look so much like me?

I stare at them as they tense up behind Alfred's legs after they told me their name, they were scared yes but I could see their anger behind those eyes, hatred and hateful like the boiling pits of lava, Scalding to touch by anyone and ready to erupt any day something that I couldn't stop if it were to happen.

As I watch them walk away from me and hide, I turn to Alfred and talk to him about last night. Unconsciously, something in my mind is already forgetting about them.

I haven't even known you that long, yet I'm already guilty of choosing a whole city over you.

𓆩𓆪 𓆩𓆪 𓆩𓆪 𓆩𓆪 𓆩𓆪

It was a rough and tough night in Gotham, I was new and the evil I've been fighting has been longer than me.

Groaning I limp out of my office and head to my father's medical room when I stumble and crash on the floor, wincing I hold my side from the gunshot in one of the fights tonight, Eyes turning blurry as the air in my lungs get scarce as well as my body who beg for a rest, I can only hear my heartbeat and rushing of my blood on my ears as I lay on the carpet floor bleeding heavily until-

A tiny pair of footsteps reverberate on the floor, thudding slowly until they stop and shuffle in front of me, opening my eyes and look up to see the child looking down at me, they tilt their tiny head before turning on the side as they open their mouth like they're talking to somebody.

"...........do I-?.......... won't matter-...............never remember anyway". Their voice were all over the place as they conversed alone then their eyes turned back to me, they stared deeply through my soul, Judging me and criticizing me with just one look, Something a child shouldn't have, and yet this one was more mature, Like me- funny how they look like an exact replica of when I was just a boy, Who would have thought that there's another kid like me laying around, having the exact pain and trauma I've endured.

I feel my body get dragged on the floor as I hear their grunts and pants from pulling my cape turning, I see their face, even with frustration written on them I can still see a sliver of a child peeking through behind their cold and quiet front betrayed by their tiny pout and small huffs, never notice that before- why did I never try to notice you before?

Blinking back from the darkness, I suddenly found myself staring up at the ceiling with the familiar warm lighting from my father's old fireplace illuminating the design carved on it- Mother loved it and Father wanted her to feel welcome when she stayed on the couches reading books with me as we wait for him to finish his paperwork.

I grunt in pain when I felt something touch my side, Looking down a pair of small hands was wrapping my abdomen with a roll of gauze, They stop and look up at me, A look of indifference on their face before looking back down again and continued on before cutting the wrap and finished.

"....You.....when did you-". I tried to talk but they just looked at me making me quiet.

"..... It's best if you just stayed quiet and rest Mr. Wayne... You won't be of use when you're....." Their eyes traveled on my wounds and shots that were perfectly clean and wrapped before continuing.

".....Dead". They hummed making me tense from their choice of words before walking away as I watched them clean up the medical tray and any bloody equipment and put away saline solutions and gauze back.

My brows frowned when their words came back into my head, I touched my face not feeling the familiar texture of the cowl on my face making my eyes slightly widen and I stared at the back of their head.

-Why do I feel less scared on the thought of you knowing my identity was revealed?.

Why do I feel hurt when you won't call me Fa-.

Hearing a clutter I turn and see them adding more wood to the fireplace and poking the embers with a fire poker before putting it away and turning to me.

Both of us stare at each other, the fire behind them grows larger as their shadow grew and cast over me while their eyes seem to glow and light up with a roaring fire, a child too small and vulnerable to face the world and the evil within this city and yet they looked more than ready to burn this city to the ground and eradicate the devil's weed growing on the cracks of broken concretes of the people, something Batman has yet to do, something I can never do.

"Goodnight, Mr. Wayne". They said before walking out and closing the door behind them with a soft thud.

I look at the wooden fixture and become surprised when I see my good arm thoughtlessly reaching out for them.

𓆩𓆪 𓆩𓆪 𓆩𓆪 𓆩𓆪 𓆩𓆪

A few more years have passed and I find myself paying attention or moving my sights over them more and more, how they walk so silently that you can't even hear it until you finally spot them when they practically stand out in the open, They even blend perfectly anywhere like they don't want people to see or even look at them and how their voice is always on that same lower volume where you can hear them perfectly but thought it was just the wind whispering something.

But I do, I always knew, it was like seeing gold shining around their form, and anything they did it's like everything was duller except them, I even took note of little things like the twitch on their lips when something annoyed them or a raise of their brow when they're interested.

So why do you look so angry when I just want to give you attention?

"No I don't want a debut, Mr. Wayne". They replied with a glare as they sat on the other side of the table barely eating the dinner Alfred made when I asked them to join me.

I was baffled and slightly vexed at their choice and the way they didn't even take the time to think about it, or maybe it's because you still kept looking at me with that-.

"No? What do you mean no? It's only right for you as a Wayne to debut especially for your birth-". I insisted but they cut me off by slamming their hands on the hardwood surface of the table, The dishes jumped, and the pitcher of water almost tipped over from the force while my glass of wine tumbled on the side and spilled the contents.

"I said No! I don't want anything, especially from you-!". They send me a hateful look pointing a finger at me.

"And don't you ever use my birthday on anything!". They shouted before pushing back their chair and walking away, Everything was moving so fast, I could hear my heartbeat pumping harder as my breathing became heavier and faster before I knew it I was already out of my chair as my hand was just reaching for them then gripped their arm tightly.

"Where do you think you're going? This conversation isn't over". I snap as I tug them harder, They look at me in surprise as I saw fear peeking in their irises before hiding it back and hardening their eyes as they pry off my fingers from their arm.

"Yes, it is! Now let go!". They cried as the two of us continued tugging before I let go when I felt sharp pain erupt from my hand I looked and saw a bleeding bite mark on the side of my palm.

Looking up in shock, they stood there holding their arm back as a trickle of my blood dripped down their lips while they bore their teeth at me like what a scared animal would do.

"I'm sorry-". I tried to reach out for them but they only backed away until Alfred came -probably from the ruckus we made- who escorted them away before focusing on my hand.

As Alfred was cleaning my hand I kept looking at the direction they left as I listened to him chastise me on how I approached the situation.

"I only wanted to give them what any child would have wanted Alfred". I reasoned with him but I knew deep inside I already said the wrong answer.

"You are correct to some extent sir and I understand you have good intentions, Master Bruce, They may be a child but a different one, Their only world is gone just a few months ago and not only that but their Mother died on their own birthday as well". Alfred confessed the reason behind their actions making my blood turn cold from the truth.

"-You, yourself must understand what it must feel like to have everything gone in just a flash". He said before tying up the gauze and backing away from me.

"Give them time and if you are still persistent about the event then let me have a discussion with them first and let the child have a say or even a few choices on the matter". He added as he started to fix up the mess while he left me thinking.

𓆩𓆪 𓆩𓆪 𓆩𓆪 𓆩𓆪 𓆩𓆪

After Alfred had a chance to consult with them, from what he relayed is that they agreed as long as they want the choice to leave whenever they wanted and no fancy stuff that exceed on what most normal people's party should be. By taking any wins that I could get, I personally planned everything that where only proper to call a normal party making sure it's not too extravagant, an event of finally viewing them as a Wayne, to show everyone that they are my child.

How did everything go so wrong so fast?

Joker and his newly formed goons who escaped Arkham Asylum after I foiled his plans months before crashed and destroyed the party and took them away.

"So sorry for being fashionably late Mr. Wayne! I was a little heartbroken when you decided to invite all of Gotham except lil' o me SO! I've decided why not both of me and this little ball of joy have the same debut! I'm sure Batsy won't mind right?" They cackle before driving off to who knows where while I stress as the people run like ants in the rain.

I was quick, I knew I was, searching for them like hell and made sure no stone or concrete was unturned in the city even if my hands were covered by the blood of his goons or other criminals that tried to get in my way but-

When I saw them falling down that green boiling pits I knew I should have arrived sooner, I should have never let them go in the first place, I should have hidden you instead.

I yelled out for them like a desperate man till my throat was raw as their hands -just inches- slipped pass mine, their body plummeting down the liquid as they tried their best to reach out the surface and stay afloat, I pounded my wrist on the metal catwalk that I dropped onto before rushing down and rounded the clown till he was down on the floor wheezing and bloodied, his face more purple and black than his pale white ashy skin.

I knelt down in anguish gripping the rocky shore of the green glowing pool when I heard a splash, looking up to see them crying out in pain and screeching like a bat out from hell making my heartbeat stop and started to pump again as adrenaline shot through my muscles as I quickly fished them out, they cried and cried in my arms while screaming out as their body spasm and muscles twitch as green veins cracked their skin.

Shushing their cries as I hold them close and tightly, tears slowly dropped from my eyes, running down the mask till they landed on their face as they whined from fatigue yet their head looked up as our eyes met, I pulled them near my chest as I lay their head on my shoulder as I try to whisper sweet nothings into their ear, hands trembling as I dig on anything my hand could touch, my voice wavering but not my promises to protect them, to give them what they want, to love them and to stay with them forever.

"Everything is alright now, you'll be alright, Father's right here I'm not going anywhere." I whispered as I kissed the top of their head and swaying them back and forth trying to lull them to sleep.

"I see you now, I'm right here and I won't let you out of my arms ever again"

𓆩𓆪 𓆩𓆪 𓆩𓆪 𓆩𓆪 𓆩𓆪

𓆩𓆪 𓆩𓆪 𓆩𓆪 𓆩𓆪 𓆩𓆪

Hope this ain't too shitty hahaha inspired when silco tried to save jinx with shimmer kept dreaming about it last night.

[mandalhoerian]

i've been in the far orbit of this argument for a while and I'm really baffled why people can't be understanding of each other's perspectives and i'm sorry for what you're going through...

i want to have a little break-it-down for reblog's sakes if anyone wants to put this in their blog because there is MUCH to be said about the non-MC and you are the MC angles. spoiler alert: there is no wrong answer. it's about respect & understanding.

you are the main character

This perspective is all about inclusivity and self-insertion, which is honestly such a big draw for otome games in general. The idea is simple: you’re not just playing a game--you’re imagining yourself in the game. Your avatar is customizable, so you can tweak your appearance to reflect how you see yourself, or even how you want to see yourself. It’s like being dropped into an isekai where you’re not just some regular person--you’re someone special.

and HEY, who doesn’t want to imagine themselves as this badass, idealized version of themselves? In this game, you’re a cool hunter, you’ve got skills, you’re navigating this wild sci-fi/fantasy world with monsters and powers & oh yeah, you’ve got a literal aether core in your chest. That core isn’t just a plot device, it’s a metaphor for potential, for becoming something more. The game practically screams, “Hey, this could be you! Look how powerful and capable you could be!” It’s empowering in a way, and I totally get why people love this angle. It’s fun to imagine yourself as the one charming the LIs, holding your own in battle, and rising to the challenge of this world.

For people who vibe with this, it’s about escapism and self-expression. You don’t want to read about someone else being awesome, you want yourself to be awesome. It’s the ultimate power fantasy.

key word: power fantasy. which brings me to

you are NOT the main character

The argument here is that while the game tries to sell the MC as us, it just......... doesn’t land for a lot of players. Let’s start with the fact that this is a Chinese game, and the default character design is heavily rooted in East Asian beauty standards. Which is fine. It's their game, I'm not complaining I'm just telling it as it is. Yes, the skin tones are inclusive, and I’ll give them credit for that, but the body type? The facial features? The overall aesthetic? It’s not exactly universal. I mean, take a good look at my big fat ass and tell me how I’m supposed to feel immersed when the MC looks like a dainty stick figure who’d snap in half if she ever actually tried to fight (despite all the "abs" talk.) Like, she’s cute, sure, but she’s not me. And definitely not you. (Don't talk to me about "she has to look like that because she's a hunter, remember". all of us know that's not the case. it's about beauty standards.)

And then there’s the way she acts. Oh boy,,,,,,,, Sometimes it feels like she’s actively trying to make the worst decisions possible. It’s one thing to be flawed, flaws are human and relatable, but there are moments, especially in the Sylus arc, where I’m sitting there like, “Girl, what are you doing?!” She makes choices that I would never make, and it pulls me right out of the story because it’s not even a matter of imagining myself in her shoes anymore. It’s like watching a character in a TV show make a bad call, and you’re yelling at the screen, but it’s not like you can change what happens. That's okay, though, it's not a sin. She has her own personality, her own reactions, and her own story, and while that makes for a compelling narrative, it also makes it really clear that she’s not us.

For people who lean toward the “non-MC” argument, it’s frustrating because the game is selling this experience as one where we’re supposed to see ourselves in the MC, but she’s written in a way that feels so disconnected from how many of us would act or feel. It’s hard to immerse yourself in a story when the character representing you feels so far removed from who you are or who you want to be.

so what?

Honestly, I think this boils down to what you’re looking for in the game. If you’re someone who loves the “you are the MC” vibe, then you’re probably willing to overlook or even embrace the gaps between you and the character because the customization and the overarching narrative of personal growth are enough to make you feel seen. But if you’re in the “non-MC” camp, then every time the MC makes a cringe-worthy choice or the story reminds you that she’s more of a predefined character than a blank slate, it’s going to take you out of the experience. (This was me in "No Defense Zone", I had to put my phone down and do laps around in my room out of second hand embarrassment.)

Maybe the real issue here is that the game is trying to have it both ways. It wants to tell a story with a strong narrative and a compelling lead character, but it also wants to let players insert themselves into that story. And honestly? That’s a tough balance to strike. It works for some people, but for others, it ends up feeling like a half-measure that doesn’t fully satisfy either camp.

At the end of the day, I think it’s okay to feel a little jealous of the MC because, in a way, she isn’t us. She’s her own character, living her own life in this world, and we’re just along for the ride. And whether you see her as “you” or as “another character,” what really matters is how much you’re enjoying the story. So let’s keep discussing it, but maybe we can stop tearing each other apart and harrass people over it. It’s okay to love the game for what it is—or even for what it isn’t.

Guys I may be mentally insane but ... Why do I low-key feel jealous of MC when I see clips of the upcoming cards... Especially the Sylus one..

IK SHE'S MEANT TO BE US BUT 😭😭

[darklinaforever]

It's crazy how people can reject the very heart of the film Nosferatu 2024. Named the relationship between Ellen & Orlok.

Note that no one among the Orlok & Ellen fans denies that she loves Thomas, at least, I have never seen any fans of Orlok & Ellen claim otherwise.

Simply, we also integrate the fact that she has sexual desire for Orlok (because she is sexually frustrated with Thomas) and also a deeper connection than that with him on an aspect of her that only he can understand.

So why do I see people (more precisely fans of Ellen & Thomas ship) trying to deny any shared relationship between Ellen & Orlok, if not an abusive aspect of Orlok on Ellen (which exists, I don't deny it, and it's part of why we like this relationship, the toxicity, but it's not just that between the characters) ?

That she just hate him because she said to him ? As if in movies the dialogue and actions can't differ ? As if someone can't both hate and love someone ? You must be really boring not to understand that.

I can find tons of examples in fiction of characters who say they hate each other but love each other / have feelings for each other. Worse, saying it before a passionate kiss or even during sex. In cinema, it's mostly what happens on screen that matters, even if the dialogues have a certain importance and must be well done, they are not really the main attraction.

At the limit, people will recognize the erotic aspect between the vampire and the girl, but nothing more, refusing the aspect of connection that we are talking about.

And again, either some will accept that Ellen desires Orlok, but others will say that it is only a desire resulting from Orlok's manipulation thanks to his powers.

(Because apparently it's impossible to experience a sexual awakening with a monster in fiction ? Christine Daee had no problem experiencing her sexual awakening without magic involved thanks to Erik who nevertheless looked like a living corpse from what I remember...)

Some also try to say that the erotic aspect of the vampire exists but only between Orlok and Thomas. Seriously, wtf ?

(Even if yes, we can say that there is a form of tension between Orlok and Thomas but it is clearly not central to the story or very important)

And for some, Ellen would only be a form of Thomas by proxy for Orlok. Ridiculous.

(Especially since it would be the opposite logically, namely that Orlok has a tension with Thomas because he is linked to Ellen that Orlok wants)

And that Ellen on her side would have an ambiguity romantic and sexual with Anna only and not Orlok. Because I imagine that it is more tolerable that Ellen loves her husband and has ambiguous feelings for a woman rather than these two and the vampire that is Orlok in addition ?

People constantly try to belittle the Orlok & Ellen relationship.

While the film is very clear.

Not only is it a relationship based on eroticism but also on a deeper connection linked to the darkness in Ellen, an aspect of her that only Orlok can understand, and some romantic undertones between the two characters.

Seriously, in the interviews we talk about a love triangle. Of the vampire in love with Ellen. Of a sexual awakening (contradicting the idea that some fans have that Orlok forces this sexual desire in a "magical" way in Ellen) and of a love between a girl and a demon. Not to mention the take on inspiration from Death and the Maiden, the Beauty and the Beast and Wuthering Heights ! But yeah... nothing romantic between the girl and the monster at all here...

Anyway, it's always the same fucking story when there's a ship with a villain and a heroine... Just impressed by how quickly detractors of a fictional relationship can come forward. 🙄

[honey-on-your-tongue]

FWB

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Logan never imagined this was gonna happen again. Not to him.

In love.

He lays awake all night beside you, confused, uncertain, guilty.

How did this happen? When? Why? Does he even deserve this? Does he deserve you?

And…oh, God, what about Jean? He loved Jean, and letting go of her only to fall in love with you…that can’t be okay. That cannot possibly be okay. It’s unfair to her and it’s unfair to you.

He doesn’t know when he stopped loving her or when he started loving you, but he feels horrible about it. He feels like he’s betraying everyone and himself. And he can’t take it. He can’t.

Long before dawn arrives, he leaves. He leaves you in his bed and he heads out to the balcony to smoke, to think. When he doesn’t manage that, he just drinks. He’s gone before you wake up.

No goodbye, no note. He just…disappears. And not just that morning. It's a couple of days before he stumbles back to the mansion, drunk and angry, reeking of cigars and alcohol.

He bursts into your room, looking a little wild-eyed.

“Lo,” you greet. “Where'd you go? I woke up and—”

“Yeah, I know,” he cuts in, slamming the bedroom door after himself.

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You try to hear his thoughts, but his mind is closed off.

And you know that look in his eyes. You recognize the heavy breathing, the way his gaze studies you. You know what he wants.

That's kind of how you two end up on the bed.

Your cheek is against the pillows, you're almost sobbing as Logan holds you by the nape, fucking you with so much force that the headboard slams against the wall.

His cock slides in and out of you relentlessly, his pace and strength making it so he fills you up to the brim each time. You're sure your ass is bruised from where his hips crash into you, and you love it.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he mutters. You don't know what's gotten into him or if something is wrong, but you can sense his anger with each unforgiving thrust.

You're not entirely sure you'll be able to keep from passing out, especially since you're already seeing stars.

“C'mon, c'mon!” he growls, and you're not sure if it's you or him he's urging on. He just sounds so desperate, so frustrated...

Still, the pleasure overrides your thoughts and you forget all about what he's saying. What catches your attention is that his cock twitches in you and his load spurts into your cunt, filling you. And then he pulls out and gets off the bed, just like that.

Still exhausted and a bit fucked dumb, you glance at him, wondering why you aren't getting your orgasm, and see him already dressing himself.

“Logan?” you ask, sitting up, trying to tame your hair some.

“Gotta go,” he mumbles, his eyes not meeting yours.

You frown. “What? What are you talking about?”

“I'm leaving,” he says simply, as if that were an explanation.

“Wh—? Is something wrong?” you question.

He glares at you and you suddenly feel out of place. You grab the bed sheets and cover your naked body, feeling like you're in the wrong for wanting more.

“I'll see you around,” Logan grumbles before turning and walking out of your room.

You sit there, sweaty, naked, his come dripping out of you. And you wonder what could have happened...

You feel a sinking feeling in your stomach, an emptiness and a certain degree of disgust. Did Logan just...use you? Did he really just fuck you like you were nothing but a hole?

You feel ashamed. You let him, you let him take advantage like that. Why did you expect anything more from him? You should've known better.

You put on your pajamas, feeling your heart tearing itself apart, and you cry a little before going to sleep.

You never, ever thought that Logan—your Logan—would make you feel as worthless as this, as a mere object for his pleasure and needs.

And still. You can't help but feel...something for him. Something you don't wanna acknowledge.

An hour ago, you would’ve gladly told him those three words that have been running around your mind all morning. But now…

Now, everything’s changed.

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Hello! I was wondering if you could do es Bee x reader with him either being protective or maybe jealous (or both 👀/j)? Btw love your work :)

Sincerely, 🦝 anon

Bumblebee's sweetheart.

It was a typical evening in the base, with the familiar hum of machinery and the soft chatter of the Terrans. But as you walked in, something felt off. Bumblebee, who was usually full of energy and always so eager to spend time with you, seemed distant—his optics flickering as he glanced over at you.

“Hey, Bee!” you called out with a smile, walking over to where he was working on a small repair.

He didn’t immediately respond. Instead, he looked up at you, his optics scanning you as though something was bothering him. There was a slight tension in his posture, his normally relaxed demeanor replaced with something more… defensive. It didn’t take long for you to realize what was going on. You had just spoken to one of the Terrans, maybe a little too friendly, and Bee had been watching the interaction.

“Something on your mind?” you asked gently, stepping closer.

Bumblebee hesitated, his hands twitching as though unsure whether to speak. Finally, his voice crackled out, his tone uncharacteristically low. “I saw you talking with… Twitch. You seemed close.”

You blinked, your smile faltering for just a moment. “Oh, it’s nothing, Bee. We were just chatting. You know, helping her figure out something with her equipment.”

But Bumblebee wasn’t convinced. His optics narrowed slightly, and there was a flicker of something dangerous in his expression. Protective, yes—but also jealous.

“I just don’t want you getting too close to anyone else,” he said quietly. “Not when… when I don’t get to spend enough time with you as it is.”

You could see the frustration in his movements now, the way he shifted on his pede. Bee was trying to mask his feelings, but his body language betrayed him. The Scout wasn’t good at hiding things, especially when it came to you. You were important to him, and sometimes, that meant he got a little possessive.

“Bee, it’s not like that,” you reassured him, placing a hand on his servo, trying to calm him. “I’m not going anywhere. You’re the one I care about.”

For a moment, he seemed to relax, his tension easing slightly at your touch, but then, he sighed, his voice low again. “I know… but sometimes, I just feel like I can’t protect you enough. You don’t know what could happen out there.”

You knew that wasn’t just about Twitch. Bumblebee had always been protective of you, even before you two had become close. But now, as things grew more serious between you, that protectiveness was bordering on jealousy. And you understood. Being an Autobot, constantly facing danger, especially on Earth, could put anyone on edge. But you weren’t afraid. Not with him by your side.

You smiled softly, reaching up to gently cup his face with your hand, your thumb brushing over the edge of his faceplate. “I trust you, Bee. You protect me more than anyone else ever could.”

Bumblebee’s optics softened at your words, the tension in his frame starting to melt away. You could see the love in his expression, despite his earlier jealousy and protectiveness. Slowly, he leaned down, nuzzling against your hand in a soft gesture of affection.

“You mean the world to me,” he muttered, almost as if to himself, though his words were meant for you. “I’ll always protect you, no matter what.”

And just like that, the tension broke. He relaxed, giving you a small but sweet smile, though there was still a lingering softness in his gaze—something deeper, something protective.

“You don’t have to worry, Bee,” you whispered, stepping closer to him. “You’re all I need.”

Bumblebee’s expression shifted, and before you could even process it, he leaned down and kissed your forehead, the warmth of his lips lingering. “I’ll always be here for you,” he promised.

The moment was perfect. Even though he’d been jealous, even though he’d been protective, the love you both shared was undeniable. Bumblebee wasn’t just your protector; he was your partner, and that made all the difference.

(spoiler: you die/j)

anyways, thanks for the compliment:))

[jadeshifting]

— THERE ARE PLENTY OF FATES WORSE THAN YOURS

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alright, listen up, and let’s get one thing straight—you’re sitting on a goldmine of potential. you’ve unlocked the secrets of the universe, and yeah, it may take patience, but that’s nothing compared to being stuck in the mundane grind of never knowing or accepting the truths of our universe. let’s talk about Supernatural, specifically Season 4, Episode 17—because Dean Winchester learned a lesson you could stand to hear, so stick with me

most of us walk around complaining about how hard it is to shift, like we’re starring in some cosmic pity party. but guess what? there are plenty of fates worse than yours, and it’s time to put some respect on your ability to shift and your role in the grand scheme. buckle up, buttercup. it’s about to get real

★⋆. — “MOST PEOPLE LIVE AND DIE WITHOUT MOVING ANYTHING MORE THAN THE DIRT IT TAKES TO BURY THEM”

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in this particular (EXTREMELY shifting-coded) episode of Supernatural, Dean is feeling sorry for himself and the fact that he has to save the world—to teach him a lesson, he’s forced into an office job. Dean hated that office job. you could see the light leaving his eyes with every soul-crushing task. he wasn’t built for spreadsheets and watercooler chat. and you? you weren’t built to stay locked in just one version of existence either. the archangel’s lesson hit hard: most people live their whole lives without ever realizing there’s more out there.

think about it. billions of people out here just existing, tethered to their routine, their one-and-only timeline, their same-old, same-old. they’re not reaching for alternate realities, parallel worlds, or dream lives. you, though? you know what else is possible. shifting means you’re not just sitting back and accepting the cards you’re dealt. you’re taking the entire deck and shuffling it until it deals you a royal flush.

if you ever find yourself whining about how hard it is to shift, remember this: you’re already ahead of the game. you’ve got the keys to the multiverse in your back pocket. don’t waste time complaining when you could be making it happen right now.

★⋆. — “ARE YOU READY TO STAND UP AND BE WHO YOU REALLY ARE?”

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here’s the tea: shifting isn’t about sitting in your CR feeling sorry for yourself because you haven’t woken up in Hogwarts or a beachside villa in your DR yet. it’s about stepping into your power and deciding that you have. Dean had to face his destiny head-on, even when it scared him. and shifting is no different—it’s your call to make it happen

let’s be real. the process can be frustrating. you’ve been told over and over again that you need the affirmations, the visualizations, the rituals—that it all takes time. but every time you accept the idea that you have to work to earn this ‘prize’ (WRONG) and roll your eyes at the effort, ask yourself this: are you ready to be the main character in your own story? are you ready to open your eyes to your dream life and embrace the infinite possibilities waiting for you?

your DR self isn’t some far-off stranger living in some far away world—it’s you, in a different form, living the life you’ve dreamed of. so, what’s stopping you from standing up and saying, “i’m her, i’m there”? spoiler: it’s usually your own excuses and fear of failure. drop them like they’re hot

★⋆. — “FOR GOD’S SAKE, QUIT WHINING ABOUT IT”

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(technically the words of Archangel Gabriel from Supernatural. i wouldn’t generally be so rude, but the message is all the same.) Dean needed that tough love. and honestly? so do you. while shifting is a natural process, something everyone’s born with the right to do, knowing about shifting is a privilege. let me repeat that louder for the people in the back: knowing about shifting is a privilege

you’re out here rolling your eyes at the time it takes to meditate or how you can’t hold focus during visualization. meanwhile, there are folks who’ve never even heard of shifting, who don’t know they could rewrite their own story with a snap of their fingers !! what the fuck, right !!

every time you catch yourself moaning about ‘how hard it is to shift’, use my newly invented technique of imagining Dean Winchester (or literally anyone you prefer, really) sitting across from you, scowling and saying, “for God’s sake, quit whining about it.” because he’s right. every moment spent wallowing is a moment you could be aware of your DR, if you put that negative energy into deciding it for yourself. plenty would argue that the struggle, despite being an unnecessary product of overcomplication and misinformation, is part of the journey, and even that it makes success that much sweeter

★⋆. — “THERE ARE PLENTY OF FATES WORSE THAN YOURS”

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this is the kicker. while you’re griping about not waking up in your DR, remember there are much, much worse things than waking up in your CR again

picture this: never knowing about shifting at all. never realizing you could step into any of infinite worlds where magic is real, where your favorite characters are your friends, where you’re the rightful star of every storyline, and you step into all of your desires as easy as breathing. that’s the true tragedy—not failing, but never trying. never even knowing to try

Dean learned that even when the stakes are high, it’s better to face the challenge than to live a life devoid of purpose. and for you, it’s better to keep working toward shifting than to settle for the status quo of your CR. you’ve been given the tools to break free. use them.

★⋆. — FINDING GRATITUDE ON YOUR PATH

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everyone has dark moments—doubt, frustration, or even downright hopelessness. i’m not detracting from those feelings—they’re valid, and i get them too. but i implore you to, if nothing else, appreciate your journey so far. find beauty in your meditative moments, truly enjoy the excitement of scripting, and the anticipation of waking up in a new reality

when you start to feel frustrated, remember this: every affirmation, every visualization, every late-night meditation is a step closer to the life you already have, and just have to become aware of. and the fact that you even know about shifting? that’s a gift. gratitude for that isn’t just a nice thought or a pointless platitude—it can be the fuel that keeps you going

★⋆. — THE BOTTOM LINE: BE DEAN, NOT A DESK JOB

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Dean’s lesson in that office job was clear: stop taking your path for granted. he might’ve hated the apocalypse gig, but it was better than the alternative—living a mundane life without meaning. and for you, the same truth applies

don’t complain about the perceived struggles of shifting when you’re one of the lucky ones who knows it’s possible. you’ve got the knowledge, the key to live a life beyond imagination. so for God’s sake, quit complaining about it, buckle down, and make it happen. because there are plenty of fates worse than yours—and staying stuck in your CR isn’t one you want to settle for

[writingwisterias]

Following on from previous Leon Eras, how do you think all the different Leon Eras would react to a best friend or S/O that's been there when he's seen Ada and knows how he feels about her, so they're always feeling a little bit inadequate? Like there's always that little voice in the back of their mind telling them that they're not good enough for Leon and that they'll never be as good as her? Especially for the best friend who's secretly in love with him, they probably never said anything earlier because of their insecurities, I imagine that RE4R Leon would almost pretend not to see it because he's torn between how he feels but DI Leon would be the kind to keep you locked in a cuddle until you feel a little bit better about yourself

Hi Anon!

So I do think this is a really interesting idea especially since how Leon reacts to ada in the game is important to his character's development! However this is no hate on ada because I love her and would do anything she asked me to 👀

Warnings: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Trauma, insecurities, slight angst

GN!Reader

RE2:

This is where Ada becomes a big impact in his life and how he would view/trust people in general

So if you started dating him after the events of raccoon City I would say it can be hard to deal with

Not only his insecurities about your loyalty would feed into the relationship, he's constantly watching for underlying meanings in your words

But also he's just generally guilty in what happened at the end

I don't think he would be hung up on the kiss they shared, but I do think how he reacts to people and forming a trusting bond when they ask him to do things would be difficult.

Because he doesn't see her after the events of raccoon City until Spain I don't think seeing her would cause a problem to you.

Just the trauma she added to the night unintentionally

RE4R:

Now we enter more interesting territory where their relationship is now complicated

If you are dating him whilst he goes to span the first thing he does is tell you he saw her

He's going to be very open about it and would probably tell you everything she did

I think he admires her in her constant watching and protective nature over him whenever she knows it or not

That being said I do think adding you into the mixture of their complicated affection would cause some difficulties

He's trying desperately to be respectful over your feelings but also he has a lot of questions for Ada he wants answering

I think he would tip toe around the line of knowing it's wrong but purely so he can get the closure he needs

He's willing to take the chance that you would be understanding when he does eventually tell you

Infinite Darkness:

We don't actually see Leon and Ada interact in this Era of him

So if there is any discourse about it, I would say it's because he keeps mentioning her

Maybe he doesn't mean to or he doesn't understand what he is doing but he's constantly talking to you about her

I doubt it's all praise, nor would it be about her looks but the constant mention of her name would eventually get to you

If you mention it he would probably be upset because she is a large part of her life but he would get over it I'm sure

Damnation:

Okay this is where things begin to complicate with their relationship and you

There is that one line in the film where it suggests that they did have a night together

I don't think he would hold that over your head in anyway. He's not comparing you to her at all

But you are

Let's say you are his partner and joined him on this mission, you are a witness to the banter and cant help but feel a bit jealous

Like she's everything you aren't in your own eyes

I think he would get a bit frustrated with how you are taking it and the fact you never seem to understand that he only cares about you

You can't blame him, it's silly to be jealous he wouldn't be with you if he wants her

But seeing how he reacts to her and their history does make you sad

RE6:

This is the main game we see their relationship almost end but also left open

So we will replace you with Helena because it's more interesting.

It turns the situations into he prioritized her safety over yours even though he is in a relationship with you.

He doesn't actually realize what he's done until after the events of the game and he has a lot to make up for

I think it would take him a while to realize as well like he's not going to understand why you are upset straight away

Not because he's dumb but because in his head she needed more help

He would get frustrated with your reaction and not really understand where you are coming from because nothing happened. There was no kiss or anything

It ended with a goodbye and a promise to maybe see each other again soon.

And that's what angers you, until he figures that out it would be rocky whenever she gets mentioned

Vendetta:

Again we don't see Ada interact with Leon in this so if there is an issue it's because he's bringing her up

And of course he will...he's drunk and hates the world

So I don't think he would bring her up in a negative way so when you do get touchy about her- he's confused

I think he would dismiss your concerns because he's literally not said a good thing

It's not until you explain it to him that he understands it sounds like he's still hung up on her

So he would make an effort to show you that's not the case, whenever that's literally saying it during sex

I'm talking like major praise towards you..he would never say her name during that time but imply that you are better

It does work sort of because he is worshipping you but is also doing it on the base of hating her

Eventually he would get distracted by something else to hate on and it wouldn't be a problem

Death Island:

He's not bringing her up as she's part of his past at all

But let's say you are both out n about and he catches the eye of someone that looks similar to her

He then has to explain it to you because he freezes and double takes

The explanation of the complicated history would make it difficult for you because what do you mean this woman has been through almost every important event of his life

Very quick to reassure you he's not seen her in years nor does he want to

He's very content with how his life has turned out and doesn't want you to think otherwise

He would understand if you need constant reassurance over the topic he's more mature so he understands how the situation can be seen

[kristea9ay]

YIPPPEEEE! A NEW UPDATE! YOU ARE GIVING ME SO MUCH DOPAMINE!

You said you didn't mind questions or thoughts, so... hope you really meant it:

First and foremost... I am THRIVING off of your Celestial Family(?) AU, I love family dynamics so much, and for Macaque to be the overly protective one fits so well. How I see it, Macaque wants to be in ARMS reach of his child and nowhere farther. It's not about seeing him. It's about being able to get to him - and otherwise save him - from any threats with how potent his energy is.

But how's Wukong? Is he more leanent? Does he want to train him himself? (Obviously, Wukong is still protective but still)

Though it might be a bit too early for training, depending on how old Xiaotian is. Actually, yeah, how old is he during this ark?

It's understandable that Xiaotian is a little frustrated at their protectiveness, but it speaks wonders how he does still comply, worrying that something else is going on. I hope he tries to bring it up to his parents because their are so many ways that would play out, being telling the truth, an argument, a brush off, a break down- no matter how it would go it would be fantastic.

I also love how the Brotherhood is still close, despite everything, and I wonder how much progress they've made, as they succeeded on the first attack on Heaven (or a second one cause Mei is alive, but screw timeline stuff) so he might be weaker, unable to help the world like he wanted to because of the strength needed.

Basically, that's what I think is happening, Azure is losing strength to keep the whole world together. AND based on the Lore Notes, Xiaotian will be the one to fix that. Azure is having a net loss of energy as he's not strong enough to hold the power of the emperor and is slowly turning to stone or might actually just start cracking and die how he did in the show.

The state of Heven itself is fascinating to me, like, what about Nezah?! Or his father?! I assume neither would be in any sort of power because... Azure.

With that being said, has the dynamic changed in the Brotherhood, even if they are all close, with Azure being the emperor, Macaque and Wukong being together, DBK being the husband of a Celestial, and Peng's whole dislike to Macaque (who hasn't shown up yet hmmmmmmm), Yellow Tusk's hesitancy in the show for Azure being emperor, things are bound to have changed at least a little.

Speaking of DBK, It seems like Redson might still have the Samadhi Fire just with the same thing they did to Xiaotian cause JTTW people didn't get Wukong on their side, but they were there to potentially help him I suppose. Anyway- Mai might not have a ring inside her, yaaaay!

Oh, and speaking of Mai, how did she and Xiaotian even meet? Redson and Xiaotian probably met cause their parents are friends, but Mai doesn't live on FFM, at least in the show.

Oh jeez, what about the Lady Bone Demon?! She wouldn't have to revive Macaque, so he wouldn't be her pawn necessarily, but in the need of power or energy for Azure, DBK could go and free her - that would be fun.

ANYWAY- Thank you for giving me an unhealthy amount of dopamine and a gourmet meal with this delicious art\story. Don't worry about the infrequent posting or even the quality of writing. The determination to make a good story seems to do wonders for many people. Know you'll have at least one fan reading no matter how the AU goes <3.

Okay byeeeeee~

Oh my goooosh 😭💕 ok first of all THANK YOU SO MUCH

This message filled me with so much joy that I literally had to call my sister and tell her about it XD

It genuinely makes me feel so happy when I see people enjoy what I make and to see how much you analyze and wonder how things work in this AU just-jdjdkdkskjee

It makes me so happy 😭

I will explain a few things, because I don't think I'll get into much detail about some things in the comic.

1. Yes, Wukong is still very protective, but he has a different coping mechanism. I wanted make him more closed off, because even in the OG series, he keeps to himself and tries to hide whatever is wrong (example: when he went on a "vacation" when he found out about LBD)

2. MK is training with Red under the guidance of Nezha, but it's more about the energy training and focus. But he does train with them some basic fighting

3. CELESTIAL REALM. OOOH boy I sure did change this one a lot. Ok so in this AU, Mac actually is successful in convincing the brotherhood to NOT attack the celestial realm and take down the Emperor.

In the OG, as far as I understand, they were unhappy with The Emperor because he didn't care about the unjuctice and didn't want to help those in need.

So Macaque convinced them not to try and take down the Emperor, but you instead try and help those in need as much as they can themselves. By this time, Mac and Wukong are already together.

DBK and PIF met in this AU because Nezha and her were sent to check in the brotherhood from time to time (Nezha and PIF are siblings in this AU)

So then Xiaotian, Red Son and Mei are born around the same time (not exactly in the same day but yk) and heaven has a BIG problem with that. They are scared, because these children are a mix of one of the most powerful beings AND their being raised by the brotherhood, their enemy. So they proclaim, that they will either give their children up and let heaven raise them (and own them) or there will be war. And ofc, there was war and the Brotherhood won and Azure became the new Emperor.

Nezha is still their friend and ally, because he did not agree with heaven and ultimately decided to side with the brotherhood. He also guarded the children and made sure they were safe when the fight began, that's one of the main reasons why he is their God-father to all 3 of them.

3. And about Mei, her father in this AU is Ao Lie and he and the rest of the pilgrims and Tripitaka ARE the brotherhood friends.

The JTTW happened, but very differently. Wukong wasn't really a part of the group, but they did come across Wukong and the Brotherhood. Tripitaka helped with the ceremony to help RedSon contain the Samadhi fire, which is how he earned their trust. He and the Pilgrims also helped them during the war against heaven.

I hope this explains some things ^^ feel free to ask if yall have any more questions or want to clarify something. If I can answer it without spoiling the comic, I will 100% answer 🫶

[na0koz]

Toxic jinx with a depressed reader? And I mean depressed with all of its things, huge weight gain, then loss, pushing people away, not wanting to go out, overwhelming people with feelings, the whole package

Btw I love your writing

toxic!jinx masterlist

jinx is actually super attentive with a depressed reader, but she’s not overbearing. she gets depressed too to be honest, maybe not as intense as some people would expect her to but it does happen.

if you push people away, for example ignoring messages and calls, she won’t be pushy and keep calling you. she’ll let you take some time to yourself for a while, but honestly, the longest she can do without seeing you is like two days. she’ll come over unannounced to help you clean up your room, run you a bath, feed you, whatever you need.

she mightttt get a little frustrated with you if you’re being particularly isolated and refusing to talk to her, but she’ll soon realise you can’t really help it and apologise a lot for snapping at you. she does her best to make it up to you, however that may be.

she knows how annoying it is to have someone all in your space when you don’t feel good, so she tries her best to keep out of your way. maybe she would stay over your apartment, but just keep to herself in the living room while you’re in your room. she’ll try her best to cook proper meals for you.

if you need to vent and talk about how you’re feeling, she’s there for you no matter what. she can be a little intense sometimes too, so she doesn’t mind having you talk uninterrupted for a while.

if you have any errands you’re supposed to run, she’ll do it for you as well. she might try to coax you out of your apartment but she’ll happily take no for an answer. she lets you do your own thing and just quietly works in the background to make sure you stay healthy.

all in all, jinx knows what it’s like to feel like this and she’s going to do everything in her power to help you feel better, even if it’s just temporary.

[shrimshrim4fun]

PTN woman with Christmas: Headcanons

Note: Happy late Christmas! This is gonna be the Christmas special, I hope you enjoy ^^

Featuring: Adela, Shalom, Coquelic, Zoya, Garofano

Adela:

-When she lived alone she didn’t do too much. Maybe a few small decorations lying around her house to bring in the festivity. Definitely buys those little Christmas bird decorations. If you search “Featherly Friends Birds” you’ll know what I’m talking about. She also names them and has one at the door so when she leaves she bids it goodbye.

-After you came into her life, she definitely upped up her game on decorations because now she has someone to celebrate it with. A tree which you two will decorate together, drinking hot cocoa, and baking cookies. She loves watching Christmas movies with you on the couch.

-Did indeed try to get her own tree but your jaw dropped when she pulled out her shears and tried to aim for the throat of a pine tree. But you two did go pick out one together after persuading her. She was more than excited to go pick out the perfect one to place in your shared home.

Shalom:

-She is the master of choosing gifts for others. Her gifts aim right for your heart if you will. Noting details through the year and coming up with the gift for everyone. There’s not one person that was sad or didn’t like the gift she chose for them.

-You two dance a lot with Christmas music on her record player. Usually a classic song as she runs her finger through her collection. Taking your hand in hers she guides you to the living room floor and let you two drift along with the music. “Let us sway along with the beat, as the best way to celebrate the holidays is…with you.”

-She’s not really the type to go play in the snow due to how cold it is and she’s afraid you’ll catch a cold. But did indulge a little after seeing you beg her. Using sticks to draw little drawings in the snow.

Coquelic:

-Does not enjoy the snowy weather because she has to wear thicker clothes. Complains about it as you bundle her up. You had insisted turning the heater up wasn’t enough and that she was shivering a few minutes ago.

-She cannot wrap presents for her life. The edges are poked out and it just doesn’t look…good in one way or another. And always gets frustrated after the second try which usually leads to one of the other Garden members or you to do it before she starts cussing the gift out.

-Does find it amusing when the Garden members start to play in the snow. She does soften a little as she sees how happy they are. Laughing together and safe. And of this softness ends when one of the snowballs hits her.

Zoya:

-Makes you two kiss under the mistletoe, ofc a fake one. During this time of month she carries one around with her so she has an excuse for more affection.

-Big fan of playing in the snow, especially snow ball fights. She’s usually pretty light with her hits not wanting to hurt you but if one of her members throws a snowball at you, shes full force snipping them in the face or the balls

-During this time of month you will hear showered and when I mean showered i mean you will be bombarded by gifts the whole month. From the minutes it turns December 1 she has a present for you already. If you think she doesn’t give you enough presents you will be wrong. All carefully picked by her and has this big grin on her face when you open it

Garofano:

-Oh the mom she is 😞 Very busy during this time of month. She’s making clothing for everyone in the Garden, baking treats, setting up decorations. But she’s very happy doing these things because it’s for her family, the people that rely on her.

-The pro at wrapping presents. I guess it’s just a mom ability that just happened 😭 The edges are neat, no creases, and all of them look so pretty. She brushes it off like it’s nothing but secretly baths in the praise you give her

-When you asked her what she wanted for her present she placed a bow on your head before asking “am I greedy for asking for you?” It indeed made you blush and she chuckled before placing a kiss onto your head

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CHAPTER - VII | HIS NIYATI

MASTERLIST

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When the wedding day arrived, my heart pounded so furiously that it felt like it might leap out of my chest. I had pestered Bhalla all week about when Baahu and Deva would arrive, and his vague responses had only added to my growing anxiety.

Yesterday, the people of Kuntala arrived—Kumar, Jayasena, and Devasena's sister-in-law. Seeing them again had been both a comfort and a dagger. Especially Kumar, whose piercing gaze practically shot daggers at Bhalla when they crossed paths.

Last night, I had the opportunity to meet with them. It was a brief but heartfelt conversation with the people who treated me as their own. They deserved to know at least some of what I had planned. But I had to tread cautiously.

Kumar, as expected, was not having it. "Are you being blackmailed? Forced into this?" he demanded, his voice low but firm, his eyes full of fire. 

"If you are, just say the word. We'll take you away from here. Mahishmati be damned."

I shook my head. "You can't. Even if you did, Mahishmati is bigger and stronger. Any rebellion against it would only bring suffering to Kuntala. The people would struggle, and the kingdom would fall. I can't let that happen."

Jayasena, who had remained quiet, finally spoke, his voice heavy with concern. "Why are you doing this, my dear? You're not someone who values material possessions over the well-being of people. We're genuinely worried for you."

Kumar nodded in agreement, his expression a mix of frustration and worry.

"This is my fate," I replied softly. "But it's not without purpose. Baahu and Deva will be here for the wedding, and I see that as a small victory."

"Victory?" Kumar asked, his brow furrowing. "How is this a win?"

"Bhalla accepted my choice to have them attend. That alone is a crack in his resolve. If I can make this happen, then in time, we can bring Baahu and Deva back to Mahishmati for good. Not just as guests, but to see them rightfully crowned."

Kumar's expression shifted, the slightest hint of a smile forming. "You have a sharp strategy," he said approvingly.

Devasena's sister-in-law, however, was still uneasy. "Even if you're confident in this plan, Bhalla can be dangerous. What if something happens to you?"

I gave her a sad smile. "I'll take care of it. Whatever comes, I'll handle it. But you must promise me that this stays between us. Baahu and Deva cannot know about any of this."

The group exchanged glances before nodding in agreement.

***

As I sat there, my body washed clean with milk and rose petals, my hair massaged with fragrant oils, and my skin wrapped in the finest silk, I closed my eyes and let the moment's weight settle over me. The scent of roses and sandalwood filled the air, and my hair was adorned with jewels and flowers. I never imagined my wedding would be like this—away from the people I love, marrying someone I never thought I would, a man I once saw as a villain.

My thoughts were interrupted by a soft touch on my shoulder. I gasped and opened my eyes, only to see a reflection in the mirror that I hadn't expected.

Devasena.

Her face radiated grace, love, and strength. Her sharp, queenly eyes softened with warmth as she smiled. I turned around in disbelief and threw myself into her arms, hugging her tightly.

"Oh, Deva, I missed you so much," I whispered, my voice breaking as tears filled my eyes.

She chuckled softly, her own eyes glistening as she cupped my cheeks. Her touch was gentle and comforting, yet it carried the weight of all she had endured.

I stepped back to take her in, noticing her simple attire. She wore an old, plain sari without jewels, yet her pregnancy glow outshone any ornament. She looked content, but this only made my heart ache more.

I turned and removed the other helpers and people inside the chamber, as I only needed my Deva with me.

"Why are you still wearing this old sari? Let me give you something new—something beautiful," I pleaded.

Devasena shook her head and smiled. "This is my life now. I live as my husband does and endure as he endures."

Her words struck a deep chord, and my lips trembled as fresh tears spilt. Baahu and Deva deserved so much more than this.

"Now," she said gently, brushing my tears away, "today is not about me. Let's focus on you."

Deva moved quickly, selecting the finest jewels from the piles before us. She then adorned me piece by piece, lining my eyes with kajal and dabbing behind my ear to ward off the evil eye.

I kept waiting for her to ask questions, to scold me or express anger. But she didn't. She just smiled—a serene, knowing smile.

"Aren't you mad at me?" I whispered hesitantly, lowering my eyes, ashamed to meet hers.

Her hands were warm and steady as they lifted my chin, forcing me to look into her eyes. They glistened with tears but were full of understanding.

"Mad? At you?" she whispered. "Are you crazy?"

She placed the mang tikka delicately on my forehead and continued, "How could I be mad at my sister for marrying and becoming queen?"

I swallowed the lump in my throat. "But you're the one who's supposed to be queen, and Baahu should be king—not Bhalla."

Devasena chuckled softly, shaking her head. "Baahubali is king wherever he is, and my life is happiest. And you, my dear, are destined for much more than you realize. I could never be mad at you."

Her words enveloped me like a warm embrace, but then her gaze turned sharp, piercing into my soul. "All I want to know is this: are you happy? Are you doing this willingly?"

Her question hung in the air, heavy and unyielding. I felt the weight of her concern and love and knew I couldn't hide the truth from her.

I couldn't spill everything out—not here, not now. Maybe later. I just nodded, looking as shy and demure as possible. But I could see it in Deva's eyes—she didn't fully buy it. Still, she said nothing, simply focusing on helping me get ready.

My breath hitched when she finished and led me out of the chamber. Standing just outside was a figure with such a commanding, strong presence that I felt a familiar pull in my chest.

Baahubali.

Even in his worn, simple cotton dhoti, with a shawl draped loosely over his broad shoulders, he looked like the king he was born to be. His smile widened as our eyes met.

"Baahu," I whispered, running to him and wrapping my arms around his strong frame. He hugged me back, his hand gently patting my back and his lips pressing a warm kiss to my forehead. His affection was like that of a father to his daughter—a pure love made my heart ache.

"Well," he said, his voice rich with warmth, "we couldn't let you get married without giving you a gift."

He pulled out a small bundle wrapped in a cotton cloth and carefully unwrapped it. Inside was a delicate gold chain, more like a bracelet.

"I found this in the market," he said, his smile softening, "and I hope it will be your good luck charm."

He gently tied it around my wrist. Tears spilt from my eyes as I looked at the two of them—Baahu and Deva—two people so pure, so kind, who deserved so much more than the life they had been given.

As we made our way to the wedding arena, I held on to Deva and Baahu's hands like lifelines. The moment's weight pressed on my chest, making breathing hard. My heart pounded so fiercely that I feared I might drop dead then and there. Part of me even wished I would.

Bhalla stood at the centre of the grand stage, his piercing eyes fixed on us as we approached. I could feel the tension in the air—his anger towards Baahu and Deva was palpable. But then, his gaze shifted to me, and something changed.

In his eyes, I saw more than just anger. A softness, a longing, a quiet vulnerability made my steps falter. He looked at me as though I were the only person in the world, as though I were his salvation.

And just like that, it happened.

The rituals unfolded in a blur, the priests' chants echoing through the arena. Bhalla tied the three sacred knots around my neck, sealing our union as flower petals rained from above. The trumpets of elephants sounded in celebration, and the crowd's cheers filled the air.

A simple girl from the 21st century had just married one of the most infamous villains she had once watched on her screen.

And in that moment, as the world celebrated, I couldn't tell if I was stepping into a dream or a nightmare.

***

My body shuddered with nervousness as they finished preparing me for my wedding night with the King of Mahishmati. My stomach churned, and I felt like I might vomit.

I clung to Deva's hand as she prepared to leave me alone in the elaborately decorated chamber. I had settled stiffly on the bed, but my heart raced, my palms clammy.

"Please, don't leave me," I whimpered, holding her hand tightly, desperate for her comfort.

A soft chuckle left her lips as she knelt beside me, brushing a stray strand of hair from my face.

"What's the matter? It's your wedding night. It's supposed to be the start of your union with your husband," she teased gently, though her eyes softened with concern.

I swallowed hard but was not scared, but it's just that I had never gone that far with any guy as much as I could see them as tough and acted like I had done it; I never did.

I tried to hold her back and tried to find an excuse. "But I want to spend more time with you," I said quickly. "You'll be leaving tomorrow, and..."

She chuckled again. "You'll be fine, my dear. Trust yourself," she said before rising to her feet and leaving me there. 

I sighed, stood up, and walked to the balcony to get some air. The cool night breeze kissed my skin as I looked at the glowing moon.

The reality of it all hit me like a wave. I couldn't believe it—I was married. Married to Bhalla, the King of Mahishmati, a man I once thought of as nothing more than a character on a screen.

My fingers tightened around the balcony railing as I tried to calm my breathing. The thought of what lay ahead made my heart race even faster.

I closed my eyes, letting the cool breeze wash over me. Its gentle touch was a comfort against the storm of nerves swirling inside me. I exhaled slowly, willing myself to relax and find some calm in the chaos of my thoughts.

But then, I felt it—a soft hand clasping the exposed skin of my waist. My breath hitched as I was gently pulled back against a broad chest, the heat of his body seeping into mine. The scent, the presence, the familiarity—I knew exactly who it was.

Bhalla.

His breath fanned my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. My heart raced as his lips brushed against my temple, trailing downward to bite the curve of my ear softly. A gasp escaped my lips, my body betraying my attempt to remain composed.

His hand slid upward, lightly clasping my neck. His touch was firm but not harsh, his fingers tracing a path from the column of my throat to the edge of my jaw. He tilted my face slightly, his thumb brushing over my lips. I felt the pressure as he parted them gently, his intent clear in how his touch lingered.

I couldn't breathe or think—my body frozen between uncertainty and the undeniable pull of his presence.

"Finally, after all these years, you had no idea how much I waited for this day," he murmured, his voice thick with longing. His lips travelled down my neck, pressing fervent kisses against my skin. Each touch left a trail of fire, and I couldn't help but shudder under his intensity.

I scrunched my eyes shut, his words echoing in my mind. He waited for me? For years?

The thought barely had time to form before his lips found mine, silencing any questions I might have had. His kiss was fervent and consuming, and I felt the weight of his emotions pour into me. My fingers instinctively tangled into his thick hair, holding onto him like he might disappear if I let go.

The world around us seemed to fade, leaving only the sound of our breaths and the heat of his touch.

I wasn't sure how we moved from the balcony to the bed, but every thought dissolved under the haze of his touch. My body, my senses—everything could only remember the way his lips travelled over me, from my own to my neck, then lower, leaving a trail of fire and possession.

The chamber filled with the melody of my moans and whimpers, a symphony that seemed to match the rhythm of his hands and mouth. His lips lingered, branding me with marks of his claim as though he wanted the world to know I belonged to him.

His hands skillfully worked at removing my saree, the fabric slipping away and leaving me half-exposed. A shiver ran through me as the cool night air contrasted with the heat in his eyes, which never left mine. His gaze showed a raw intensity, making me bite my lip in nervousness and anticipation.

God, I shouldn't be doing this, my mind screamed. But then a louder thought overpowered it, reminding me—he is my husband.

Slowly, his fingers worked to untie the knots of my blouse behind my back, the fabric loosening and slipping away, leaving me bare. Instinctively, I crossed my arms over my chest, shielding myself from his gaze.

But, ever so gentle in that moment, Bhalla smiled—a smile that softened the edges of his otherwise commanding demeanour. He leaned in and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a firm yet tender embrace. His lips brushed against my ear as he whispered sweet nothings, each word a balm to my racing heart.

"It's me," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. "You don't have to be shy or scared. I am yours as much as you are mine."

With those words, his hands found mine, gently guiding them away from their defensive position. My heart thundered as our chests met, the warmth of his skin melding with mine. At that moment, I felt a strange mix of vulnerability and comfort, as though his presence alone could shield me from the world.

His lips moved almost reverently as though he were following an invisible map etched across my skin. Each kiss sent waves of sensation through me, his touch igniting parts of me I didn't know could feel so alive.

When his lips reached my chest, I gasped, the stars behind my closed eyes bursting into constellations. His mouth left a trail of warmth, his every movement deliberate and worshipful. My fingers found their way into his thick curls, clutching them like my anchor to reality. I tugged gently, eliciting a low hum from him that sent shivers through me.

As his lips travelled lower, tracing their way to my navel, I could do nothing but whimper, my breaths shallow and uneven. My heart pounded wildly as I dared to lower my gaze, only to meet his piercing eyes—intense, full of unspoken promises and burning desire. The way he looked at me, even in this most vulnerable moment, made me feel seen in a way that was almost too much to bear. Yet, I couldn't look away.

I was utterly his, and he made sure I knew it.

His hands traced my knees and slowly higher as they caressed my thighs, making me force my thighs together; just as his hands claimed higher and my moan raised, a loud calling of Bhalla's name made both of us gasp.

Bhalla's hands froze mid-motion, and I felt the air in the room shift. For a moment, neither of us moved, our chests heaving as we tried to process the interruption.

His brows furrowed, irritation flashing across his face, but his expression softened as he turned back to me. Though his frustration was evident, I could see the unspoken apology in his eyes.

"Well, just my luck," I muttered under my breath, unable to hide the mix of disappointment and embarrassment that tinged my voice.

Bhalla sighed deeply, brushing a hand through his thick curls before leaning forward to kiss my forehead. "Stay here," he murmured.

Alone in the chamber, I clutched the sheets tightly around me, my mind racing and my body still humming with the remnants of his touch.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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Shi Qingxuan doesn't want to have back his divinity because he thinks he doesn't deserve it + he thinks he must suffer

Yeah he's kinda depressed

He Xuan tries to convince him but Shi Qingxuan says "you want me to become a god again just because Hua Cheng threatened you to incrase your debt, not because you think i deseve it!"

He Xuan tries to create situations where Shi Qingxuan would intervene and do good actions.

At a point, He Xuan snaps and says "are you thinking about your followers?" "you just think to your debt!" "NO!" "LIAR!" "You followers pray for your freedom!! Pray for your return!"

Shi Qingxuan snaps a lot toward He Xuan who is surprised because it never happened before!

He Xuan avoids a lot of attack from gods, especially Pei Ming and Ming Wen. But not only them, a lot of gods try because Qingxuan's followers pray the other gods to punish Black Water and save their goddess. At first, Qingxuan doesn't care but one time, He Xuan is severely hurt and he starts to panick.

Some months passes and the prayers become more desesperate. The gods take advantage of Hua Cheng's disparition for attack He Xuan even more.

Some Gods ask Shi Qingxuan to ascend again.

His followers are VERY insistant. They still thought that the Lady of the Wind is Black Water's captive. They cry over "what must happen to this poor goddess!" and they are so loyal yto the lady of the wind that they will never give up until her return.

He Xuan becomes more and more frustrated even if his relation with Qingxuan starts to become better. He thinks he can soon convince him. Maybe give him a possibility to ascend by himself with a heroic act. So he searches a opportunity.

Some events happen, like a gost (level wrath) cause a lot of problem, kidnap orphans, and stuff like that. Shi Qingxuan decides to help the children wo were in the temple and who were kidnapped too.

He searches the Wrath while He Xuan is not here. Yes it's stupid. But Shi Qingxuan thinks that he's done to hide behind people, and decide that he can do things by himself. Good thing, He Xuan convince him to let him give him some spiritual energy (just in case).

He's kindapped himself. Because he looks 16. So he looks young.

He Xuan realizes that Shi Qingxuan vanished. "WHAT?" And heard about the missing kids. "Did he decide to do it by himself? HE'S MORTAL!"

The Wrath is sadistic. He loves to terrorize his captive and become stronger by "eating" their fear (yeah a potential new RotEW).

Qingxuan fights the Wrath. He's severely hurt. But he heard the kidnapped kids who encourage him because they see him as their potential savior.

He managed to steal the ashes of the ghost. And disperse them with all the rest of his spiritual energy. He helps the kids to return home, and immediatly ascend. Because he had still He Xuan's fate, so the possibility to ascend. He had juste to find the good opportunity.

He Xuan convinces him to stay in Heavens.

They're egal again.

The Winds return, and all the humans organize a big festival to celebrate The Lady of the Wind's liberation and return!

Shi Qingxuan invades He Xuan's island and manor, and annoys Black Water with things like the decoration of the manor, the gardens and stuff like that. He decides to do some changes behind He Xuan back.

He lets him dishes in the kitchen.

He speak to him via their spiritual array, and he knows that He Xuan listen, even if he doesn't always answer.

Their first kiss is during a festival, under the lanterns. Qingxuan makes one for He Xuan by the way. "I'm not a god you know" "and?"

Pei Ming lost it when he learns that Shi Qingxuan is in love with He Xuan.

Beefleaf AU where, after the Black Water Arc, Pei Ming and Ling Wen decide to take revenge toward Black Water (rather than helping the poor Qingxuan, who was alone in the street, probably already be starving, while being still traumatized)

So they manage to contact Shi Qingxuan's followers. And they say that "the Lady Wind Master has been taken away by the cruel supreme ghost black water who has also killed the Water Master. And that's the reason why she isn't answering to your prayers. It's not her fault."

The followers are pissed. Poor Lady Wind Master, her husband (they forgot that it's her brother, not her husband) has been killed and she was kidnapped. Who know what this cruel ghost must do to her!

The rumors become more and more important. The prayers to the gods are all about to save the Lady Wind Master from the great calamity. Especially that, without Qingxuan, there are no wind. And people need wind to naviguate, fishing, etc….

There are more and more prayers. The gods knows that Shi Qingxuan isn't captive of Black Water (but still NOT help him when he just go terribly hurt and that his leg and arm are wounded) but they regularly attack Black Water island.

Some people start to pray Crimson Rain to save the poor Lady Wind Master from the monster who has kidnapped her. Before her honor could be soiled.

Hua Cheng: What?

Hua Cheng goes to Black Water's island and is like "do you know that i receive prayers to save Shi Qingxuan from you, the cruel calamity who kidnapped her to marry her after have killed her first husband?"

He Xuan:

He Xuan: …I DID WHAT?

Hua Cheng: not only that but nobody has managed to force the winds to obey since this day, it's like if the winds refuse to obey if it's not Shi Qingxuan.

He Xuan:….Fuck!

Hua Cheng: so you better find a way to resolve that because i receive 2000 prayers by day about it!

Hua Cheng: Give her back his fucking divinity so winds will be here again and i'll stop receive those prayers!

So He Xuan is forced to find Shi Qingxuan, win his trust again, reconcile and manage to convince him to become a god again. They got together, in the way of resolving everything.

Of course people will never realize that Lady Wind Master was really in love with Black Water Sinking Ships.

Prompt that i'll not write so if anyone is interested, you can take it.

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like genuinely imagine cutting off a song about how you'd fight dragons with your fans and how they were genuinely a essential part of getting you to where you are now, to make space for a song where you tell them to go fuck themselves because they hate your racist boyfriend. something went so wrong along the way of the past couple of years in taylor's brain like I genuinely cannot recognize her any more lmao

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I finished the game on Sunday, so here's my thoughts. There WILL be spoilers under the cut right up to the end of the game, so don't read if you haven't finished yet!

Seriously MAJOR STORY SPOILERS for the entire plot of Veilguard including the Lucanis romance. Also LONG LONG LONG post lol.

Okay so I played a trans man rook. He was a shadow dragon mage. I used the masculine British voice.

Despite this, bc I knew I wanted to romance Lucanis, I sacrificed Minrathous. I would recommend against doing this, just bc I think you miss out on a good chunk of shadow dragon stuff if you do. In my next playthrough where I romance him, I'll probably be an Antivan Crow.

Generally though I loved the game. The way I play DA is I do the stuff I want first playthrough so I can get the main story and then go back and do the rest later. This playthrough I did Lucanis, Neve and Taash's personal quests. I sacrificed Bellara and Harding and Emmrich also died bc I didn't do his quest (oops). My favourite characters are Neve and Lucanis.

Choosing between Minrathous and Treviso was a really hard choice and I wasn't expecting it so early on in the game. Ultimately, I think in most of my playthroughs I will choose Minrathous, but this time I chose Treviso. That is a ROUGH choice if you're playing a Shadow Dragon. Both Neve and Lucanis make good points as to why you should save their city, and both have pretty devastating reactions if you don't.

Overall story

I really enjoyed the story, I felt it was a good carry-over from Inquisition that made sense and there was a good amount of characters from previous games and the characters who appeared made sense.

Weisshaupt was an absolutely BRUTAL quest. A lot of Grey Warden related stuff I found much more challenging than other parts of the game (eg. confronting the Gloom Howler). It made a lot of sense though, and I like that you don't and can't 'win' that quest. It's fucked whatever you do, whatever choice you make. The conflict between Lucanis and Davrin following as well is brilliantly done, and makes a lot of sense. Davrin's conflicted feelings about not dying when he killed the archdemon are also really nicely done, and make a lot of sense given what we know about Grey Wardens. I imagine for people who sacrificed either Alistair or the Hero of Ferelden there are also some feelings there as well!

Ice and Fire completely fucked me. I initially tried to do this quest at a level 25. This was a mistake. I was stuck for like an hour before I finally gave up and went to do some other stuff first before going back around a level 28-29 ish. It's a brilliant fight though and the almost-killing of Ghilan'nain was really frustrating! I thought we finally fucking had her!

The Endgame is honestly where this game really shines. I feel like there's a huge tone shift here where the game becomes much darker. I feel like all the end of act quests have this, but endgame is something else. I truly cannot describe the way I felt when I killed Ghilan'nain and was then thrown into the fucking fade prison! Especially seeing Lucanis dead on the floor as it happened, and then him turning into Varric. So well done. Hearing the voices of those you sacrificed ridiculing you and blaming your for their deaths is beyond brutal (and there's no way to avoid the sacrifices!). The feeling of hearing Varric in the fade as well and realising what this must mean. Finding out that VARRIC HAS BEEN DEAD THE WHOLE TIME!?!?!? I was FURIOUS at Solas.

Of course, eventually you get out and discuss next steps and this is when you get the 'proper' Lucanis romance scene. I'm going to talk about his romance properly, but this scene was so beautifully written and I absolutely adored it.

When I finally fought my way through Minrathous and met up with Solas again, I was RAGING at this bitch. 'You must trust me' be SO fucking for real. My one small issue here is that you can't choose not to trust him. You can be angry at him, but ultimately you do kind of have to do what he says (which no sane person would do).

The final fight was a little lacklustre for me. Overall I found Weisshaupt and Fire and Ice were more challenging for me than most, if not all of Endgame, but that's fine honestly, as I found similar things in Inquisition and also Zelda Breath of the Wild (Thunder blight vs Ganon was ridiculous), so it's not exactly unheard of in video games.

And then MOTHERFUCKING SOLAS comes along, and tries again to tear down the veil AGAIN. I personally chose to trick him with the other dagger. I found it to be a really satisfying end, to have finally one-upped him once and for all. My current playthrough I'm aiming to redeem him just to see what happens, but I honestly don't really think he deserves it. I do enjoy his character, and he is very complex, but ultimately he IS a villain. From what I've seen, the 'redemption' is him going to the fade willingly (and possibly taking a romanced Lavellan with him). I like both these endings for him, because he is ultimately helping save the world, which is what he claims he wants to do (which I still kind of have some doubts about), it's just about whether he goes willingly or by force.

Characters, Quests and Interactions

I really liked the characters for the most part. Some of them I couldn't get super into (personally Emmrich and Bellara), but I felt the same way about some characters in Inquisition (never really got into the Iron Bull or Solas or Vivienne, though I'm going out of my way to interact with Solas more in my current playthrough and DAMN he just lies right to your face doesn't he?).

I do wish the interaction worked more similarly to Inquisition in that you can just go up to people to say hi and then leave. I don't know why, I always just thought it was nice.

As I mentioned before, my personal favs are Lucanis and Neve. I love a character so involved in fighting oppression and not always playing by the rules to do so (hence why I love the Shadow Dragons as a concept). She's also really quite funny and sarcastic and takes you to skip stones on the docks! Very cute no notes. She's committed and dedicated and does not take shit, but we also get to see her scared and vulnerable, which is important in any character.

Lucanis was written really well imo. I'll get to his romance in a bit, but overall his character arc was really interesting. Going into the fade to fight through the mental prison he's constructed for himself and convince him he's worthy of love and care? 10/10 no notes.

Taash's quest was honestly devastating. Came out to their mother (who they already have conflict with due to not being qunari enough and not fulfilling expectations, not being careful enough with their fire), wasn't accepted. To be expected, if you meet a queer character's parents in game, this seems to be the case (LOOKING AT YOU HALWARD PAVUS!! FUCK YOU!!!). She's KIDNAPPED, you go to save her and immediately after she demonstrates the beginning of understanding and accepting her child's identity BAM she's murdered. There's then a really important conversation with Taash about grief and how it feels different when there is a big part of you that the dead person didn't know about/fully accept, which I'm sure hit home for a lot of people. One thing I've found slightly disappointing is that Taash's entire struggle is reduced down to just being non-binary by some people, when really it's about identity as a whole. Can't say I'm surprised because people did exactly the same with Dorian (he's gay, and that's a big part of his story, but it's also about combatting stereotypes/challenging expectations, dealing with family conflict, not living up to familial expectations). Again, not surprised, but I wish queer people in media weren't constantly reduced down to only their queerness.

-The convo before the final battle. Just gorgeous. 'I assumed you know my heart bc it beats for you' 'tell me this ends with me asleep in your arms and I will kill any God you ask'. I also like that he does actually say the words 'I love you' bc Dorian never does that and I think it's important for characters like them, who are not emotionally vulnerable for much of them game, or who struggle to be at least, are able to eventually. My main (and only) gripe with the Dorian romance is that, and that when you're in your room with him after the party he literally says 'you're incredibly dull and I hate you. I hope this ends soon' and OBVIOUSLY he's joking, but it was kinda sad.

Lucanis Romance

I've seen a lot of opinions about the Lucanis romance, some good some bad, so here's my thoughts as well.

Admittedly, me and a friend looked up the pacing, because I was about halfway through the game and not much had happened. Initially, I did feel disappointed and frustrated at the results. I was used to romancing Dorian; sprinting to Redcliffe at the earliest opportunity, picking all the flirting options, running to shout at his dad (once again, FUCK YOU HALWARD PAVUS!!!!) and then that's the romance started.

However, knowing what we know about Lucanis' experiences and trauma, the way his romance progresses makes a lot of sense. He's joined you STRAIGHT FROM A TORTURE PRISON and was also beaten by his grandmother. It makes total sense that it would take time for him. His romance progresses like this (roughly if I've got the order right):

-Coffee with the crows. You argue with his cousin and then you both get a little drink. You talk about last vs first kisses and what coffees suit each kind. He remembers your favourite drink. This is also where you come out to him if you play a trans character. This is the earliest of all the romances I've seen.

-Post-Weisshaupt. There will be an almost kiss. I LOVED this scene, much more than the other 'almost kisses' with other companions. It makes a lot of sense that he interrupts himself and leaves the situation. It's frustrating for the player I guess, but I think it just shows how fearful he is about allowing himself to have feelings for Rook, much less act on them.

-Post-Fire & Ice. He'll be cooking a meal, and he'll make a dessert specifically made to go well with whatever you told him your favourite drink was. At this point you'll confirm your romance, but no kiss.

-At some point (I think at the end of his personal quest) there's also a coffee date and spite is there also. I saw some people say it felt like you were third wheeling with spite but I didn't get that at all personally.

-Potentially controversial bc I know people often don't like fade quests (and fr fuck the fade quest in origins that is the bane of my existence), but the one for Lucanis HOLY SHIT incredible. I still don't really understand how it happened, but I loved the concept and the overall way it went.

-FINALLY, once you escape the fade prison, you'll get a kiss. This is an absolutely gorgeous scene; the writing is brilliant, the VOICE ACTING is incredible. The emotion in both Lucanis and Rook's voices is just... I have no words. It's so emotional and intimate. I am a Dorianmancer through and through, but this scene holds a close second. 'Would you talk to me? Your voice is a comfort.' 'I thought I'd never see you again.' So airy and despondent, like he'd truly given up hope holy SHIT.

References to previous games/returning characters

I thought there were as sufficient references to previous games as there realistically could be without the use of the Keep. I do wish there were more, and I have a few more characters it would have been nice to see/be mentioned.

Obviously I'm biased, but I'd have liked more Dorian. I also think a lot of the characters I'd have liked to see again wouldn't have worked without the keep. I'd have liked to see Zevran to perhaps offer some insight as to what happened with the crows and why they're not as bad anymore for some reason?? Was it him? Did he just kill everyone making it like that? It would have been nice for that to be addressed.

It would have been nice for the HoF and Alistair to be mentioned at ANY POINT in ANY of the grey warden quests and frankly I think it's weird it wasn't. Regardless of who was sacrificed or left in the fade or whatever, they still single handedly ended the last blight at like 20 so. Idc.

I've not played DA2 yet, but I'd have liked to seen/heard from Fenris relating to the shadow dragons.

I also (perhaps controversially bc I know lots of people hate him) would have like to see/hear from Anders.

Choices from previous games

This was/is majorly controversial that they only carried over 3 decisions. I'm not TOO bothered about it, but I wish there had been more. I think how the game played out would have worked as a default world state, but other decisions could/should have been included.

I think the main issue for me is that the choices you DO make have almost no impact on the game other than passing dialogue. For inquisition remained/disbanded its the Inquisitor talking about how they still have all their friends. Romance is literally just a letter??? Not even mentioned by name by the Inquisitor, Solas, Dorian, Varric OR Harding. The Inquisitor calling Dorian a "friend" even if he romanced him?? (Which I do kinda get cause rook is just a random kid and Dorian is a Magister with responsibilities, but come on). I will say though Dorian's letter just... perfection (and the few others I've seen where incredible too).

Where I think they REALLY could have played it better is whether you vowed to stop or save Solas. Imagine Rook trying to kill Solas, but a sympathetic Inquisitor stops them or vice versa. Not saying Rook should have to fight the Inquisitor by any means, but I'm sure there would have been a way to do it so that choice ACTUALLY mattered rather than rook just being able to completely make that choice.

Seeing people whine about Dragon Age: The Veilgard in YouTube comments sections about the fact you can give your Rook pronouns and top surgery scars.

I am about to make the GAYEST most TRANGENDER Rook ever. That mf is gonna have blue hair and pronouns. He WILL be a mage, and he WILL be romancing Lucanis.

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literally having the worst day ever and i cant ever be happy (has only experienced minor inconveniences today but they keep adding up)