#and then does she die before getting to do anything with that??

[mwphisto]

Rafayel’s bitterness suddenly makes so much sense — and even though the myth isn’t released yet I feel like the trailer gave more than enough to allude to several things.

I suppose bitter might be a harsh term to describe things, but Rafayel harbors this level of brattiness. An over dramatic flare that leads many in this fandom to portray him as childish and/or flamboyant.

This idea that he’s dramatic and giving MC a hard time just because… that’s what “bitterness” I’m referring too.

Not only did MC sacrifice herself in order to make sure the sea god does not meet his fated doom — she used his own weapon and forced his hand to grasp it as she drove it into her chest and effectively severed their bond.

There is such a range of emotion on Rafayel’s face in that time span — disbelief, anger, heartbreak. That quick defiance as he lunges for her, cradling her as he proclaims he won’t let things end like this. And yet she’s dying fast, too fast for him to even attempt anything.

The horrified heartbreak that flashes in his eyes when he realizes there is nothing he can do as her eyes close for the last time and her body goes limp. The god of the sea was unable to save his beloved and defy his fate.

Clinging to her body as the tale writes itself exactly as promised, she becomes one with the sea and vanishes from his embrace. Now, his beloved is truly gone.

Rafayel sits there in shock, tears sliding down his cheeks and dropping into the water below him. Not only did it happen, but it happened so quickly that his mind is reeling to catch up. One minute you were alive, you were warm and breathing and real before his eyes.

Sixty seconds later you are gone, a mirage in the ocean water, as if you never existed in the first place. Then, after all that, you wait 800 years to return to him.

If I were Rafayel, I’d be pretty bitter too.

I didn’t plan on pulling for this myth, especially since a multi banner is following… but the trailer has me so captivated that I can’t stop thinking about it. I heard you don’t need to pull his pair in order to read the full myth though!! Which is promising for me who definitely doesn’t have enough resources to pull the pair unless I get extremely lucky and get it in one ten pull 🥲 as a Sylus main I must stay strong because I can’t let my 100% streak die… but Raffie—

[beastyeastfreak]

Please Write Beast Headcanons about there reaction to reader getting hit on/flirted with by another cookie!!!! I will pay your child support to the anon you had a kid with!!!

THATS NOT MY KID IM NOT THE FATHER/MOTHER

Cw and tags: possessiveness, implied murder, romantic, GN! Reader, reader is referred to as pretty/beautiful/etc i use these words in a gender neutral way or am trying to, the beasts love to spoil you, mention of cheating, reader does not gaf about the beasts behaviour/encourages it

Written pre silent salt update

Mystic flour

🌾 - You dont leave the ivory pagoda much, if you do she does not linger far. You’re given a reputation pretty quick, your title will proceed you soon. “Her second set of ears” or “one who cannot be spoken too”. You lose a few friends, you get the memo likely before anything romantic happens she doesn’t want anything happening to you or anyone speaking to you. You were her wish, her one desire, her exception. She would be apathetic but not for you, you were her blessing. Someone she had unknowingly yearned for for thousands of years. You were someone she wouldn’t tolerate leaving, witches know what would happen if someone took you from her.

🌾 - Some cookies don’t think very well, Mystic flour know that well, one day the two of you head to a kingdom together to pick some items up. It got boring in the pagoda with little to do, she understood that and often brought you out to find things that would interest you and keep you with her, not that you needed material possession to spend time with her. It was a quiet day there which was the only reason she would let you go, she hated crowds. Your attention had diverted to a different stand, the stand owner watched you as you looked at their wares.

🌾 - “Whats a pretty cookie like you doing in this part of town?” You tense up, not at the flirt but because you knew what she’d do if she heard. “Um.. you really shouldn’t be talking to me like that,” you warned, your stance stiffened and you leaned away from the items. But they persisted in spite of the warning, “what? Scared of me? I don’t bite, unless you..” they’re cut off as the beast joins you. As she enters, all the perishable items on the desk seem to wilt and die. Her presence is strong, it shifts the air. You fluster as she enters the conversation. Making who you belong to crystal clear with her hand placement. One hand on your hip the other on your shoulder, also showing off her sharp nails unintentionally, as she speaks in an almost eerie way.

🌾 - “I found what we are looking for,” she opens her eyes and side glances at the stand owner now in shock. “It was not here,” she says quietly anf you swear you see her sharp fangs poking out. She then turns back, taking your arm and walking away. This is tame for her, this experience is the tamest of the others you endure beforehand. Many cookies have been turned to flour on a dime for speaking to you wrong, you were the one who convinced her to show mercy.

🌾 - When you return she will say nothing of the experience but if you praise her for ‘saving’ you she wont deny you. She’ll definitely keep you closer next time you both go out in public.

Burning Spice

🏜️ - Ive said this in previous headcannons, Burning spice sees any threat towards you as disrespectful towards him. You are apart of his temple, you were the gods lover, you were his. Anyone who so much as looks at you wrong, doesn’t greet you with the same reverence as him is ensured they understand or crumbled. Hell, he’d probably fight another beast or powerful being for you. Feel honoured, try to ignore the potential jamshed, make yourself a walking warning if you’re concerned with someones life.

🏜️ - Burning Spice is confident in his abilities and your loyalty to him. He allows you to go pretty far on your own or accompanied by one of his trusted spice soldiers. If you ever run away, trust that you will be hunted down, thats the second reason he’s so lax with you.

🏜️ - Warnings are as easily regarded as they are taken, you experienced this first hand one time. He decides to spoil you, he takes you on some lavish trip in a far away land. Adorning you in smooth fabrics, eating the sweetest fruits and jellys, napping on the beach in the sun. You head back towards the nearby building with the food at some point while he sunbathes. He’s too sleepy to tell you to ask a servant to fetch it for you.

🏜️ - You head in, another guest seems to be ensnared by you, or rather all the expensive metals, jewels and robes you were bestowed with. You probably looked like royalty, or (ironically enough) someone fresh out of Golden Cheese’s vault. So while you were picking out what you wanted and what you think he’d like at a somewhat leisurely pace the stranger approached. “Ah, what amazing handiwork on your garments, befitting of a beauty such as yourself,” that stranger purrs. You squint then look away, “um, thanks.” You try to seem as extremely disinterested as you were, maybe try to make some part of your attire bearing his symbol more visible.

🏜️ - Your attempts were in vain, even saying “Im from the Spice Kingdom, i live in The Great Destroyers temple in fact,” did not make them go away. They just thought you more interesting, you even warned them. “My husband is with me, he wont like you acting like this.” You say on the way back, to your dismay they follow. “Oh please, dont we all need to have a little away time? Besides you don’t need him, i am the…” followed by a long list of stupid titles you doubted actually impressed anyone. You then get back, where Burning spice was stretching, he locks eyes with you from afar, then the cookie trying to woo you and his face contorts to anger. Then the cookie looks a little nervous.

🏜️ - “Who is that..?” The cookie murmurs, nearly stammering. “My husband, The Great Destroyer?” You roll your eyes, “well go on, you said you could take him so go fight for my love.“ You say, Burning Spice is already walking over, weaponless yet still menacing, you look back at the cookie and they’re running. You catch Burning Spice, stopping him. “Don’t get jam and crumbs on your nice clothes.” You say and let him loose. He comes back later, laughing and all washed off. Whatever happened after that is chalked up to “some cookies just cant keep their eyes off whats mine!” He’ll say while pulling you impossibly close chugging the umpteenth glass of juice.

Eternal Sugar

🌷 - She was your happiness and you were hers, never would you part with her and always would she be beside you… even if you didn’t realise it. You were made off limits the second her eyes had caught a glimpse of you. When you became hers, she flaunts you, spoils you, adores you and you do the same. Your time is no longer spent working or stressing, you’re mostly at her side or in her lap. You could say you haven’t left her side for weeks and that’d be an understatement. No one in the garden would ever question nor attempt to get in between you too, lest they face the possibility of being entrapped in a jar or a statue.

🌷 - The only catch is you’ll never leave, any time you ask to go with her somewhere or you hear about something interesting going on. She’ll gently guide you elsewhere, “oh, but sweetness, the population there is so unpredictable. You’re like a thin string of sugar floss~, how about we do this instead?” She’d say if you tried to go, she’s good at it too because how can you say no to those eyes?

🌷 - Well, one time you were adamant about leaving, except you wanted her to come with you. There was some festival and you had been raving about it all week. It made you happy, and you wanted her to be happy with you, so she silently left, both of you in disguise, but told no one. It was as great as what you were told and even better with her! Your excitement was infectious and distracted her from wanting to go back to the garden.

🌷 - You separate only for a moment and unfortunately it all goes off the rails. You’re standing waiting for Eternal Sugar to return with drinks listening to the nearby festivities when a cookie comes up to you. “Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?” This cookie grins says referring to the small wings tucked against your back. Appalled, you cringe. “Um…” you barely speak before arms slither around your waist and you’re pulled close. “There you are, my beloved,” Eternal Sugar says. You doubt her eyes ever left you. She was keeping you close in a way you knew you wouldn’t be staying at the festival much longer.

🌷 - “I got our food and.. oh! Who’s your friend?” She says in a way that drips jealousy, leaning her head against yours. One of her massive wings coming behind you, the other cookie is now looking around, giving an excuse about their friends and leaving. She watches them go then kisses your cheek. “I told you this would happen, what if it was someone worse who wanted to take you?~” she’ll tilt your head towards her, “can we go back to the garden? I’m feeling tired..” she’ll lie.

🌷 - You’ll notice that she’ll somehow be more affectionate with you for the time afterwards, don’t expect to leave for a very long time after that encounter.

Shadow Milk

🃏 - You were many things thanks to Shadow Milk, above every title he’s given you and every role he’s put you in, you were his lover. His lover. Though he would never show it, he kept you more protected than you know. You don’t see it but at all times there are puppet strings wound around you, if you’re about to step in a place you shouldn’t be those strings tighten and you walk away, except it feels more like “oh i don’t want to do this actually” and not “why did i just do that?” You don’t question it too thoroughly, you just encounter less issues now and thank the witches.

🃏 - You think you spend a healthy of time away from him, you don’t. In actuality you actually spent most of your time with him indirectly. He gives you many gifts, each one extends his omnipresence, so when you’re wearing something from him he is absolutely listening most of the time. If you ask him he’d tell you “Knowledge is a curse, wouldn’t you rather enjoy a white lie?” A little intimidated, you agree.

🃏 - His eaves dropping came in handy one time. He’d be lounging around mid air reading a book (and rewriting it) while listening to you in the background, a mug floating beside him. You were doing your own thing somewhere in the kingdoms, going through your daily rituals. What really made his ears open was when he heard someone he hadn’t recognised begin to speak to you all friendly. His eyes didn’t avert from the paper but if his ears could prick thats exactly what they’d be doing. “So, you doing anything this weekend? You’re cute,” He spit out his coffee, who did this guy think he was talking to you like that!

🃏 - He perked up, snapped his fingers so he wasn’t wearing his comfortable bed clothes and now in his usual jester attire. He jumped through a portal wasting no time. He watched from afar for a moment, you were clearly disinterested. “Im actually waiting for my partner,” you said. It always made his heart beat when you lied, especially about him! He might as well help you out! (And scare off whoever this was)

🃏 - He floated in, “Oh, my star~!” He sung out coming from around the corner, you whip around clearly happy to see him. He practically throws himself on you, and smothers you in exaggerated kisses, arms wrapped around your neck and one leg up behind him in a cartoonish way before harshly placing his lips against yours in a way that screamed territorial. Your face heats up from embarrassment, he then turns to the other cookie who didn’t seem to believe you but now, unfortunately, did. “Oh sorry, do you mind? I need a minute with my dearest, loveliest most adored actor” he says while holding your chin feigning innocence in his voice. But while you were hiding your face his shifted, he loved dropping the mask, putting on a face as scary as he was. The other got the memo, nervously escaping his wrath.

🃏 - You wont ever determine why he was truly near you, he’ll say that he wanted to see you but you know its a lie. Surprisingly, that cookie lives but at the expense of their reputation. Black sapphire is allowed to go ham with rumours about them, they end up moving towns. You, of course, have to endure lots of teasing from him. “If i knew you were so attractive to other cookies, i would have made you the main character!” He says while poking you.

[see-arcane]

Oof, that's tricky.

The trouble is the different flavor of vampirism we're treated to in Sinners, which I think needs a look first.

Remmick is the Head Vampire, but only because he's enforcing himself as a Head Vampire. He's got everyone turned, no matter who does the turning, under his direct influence in the big bloody grinning hive mind. The only exceptions we see to that influence come from Mary and Stack. In both cases, it seems that Remmick's direct control gets interrupted or spoiled by a suitable outer emotional factor.

Mary snaps out of her thrall mode when she sees Annie staked, recognizing that she's now fully dead and not part of the undead party. There's no getting Annie back--and that horror spurs Mary out of Remmick's command. By the film's end, we see her escaping into the dark at Stack's urging. Stack being similarly nettled out of the hive mind control enough to send her away.

Stack's full thrall mode is broken in the fight with Smoke, when the latter pins him and hesitates to stake him. They are brothers in that moment, not combatants. The one who protects--who always protected--apologizing for not keeping the other safe.

"Don't be sorry. You always did."

And that is Stack snapping the leash. Meaning Smoke is able to send him away after Mary; freed. That spares two loved ones. Which makes for a sour question of what might have been possible for the poor Chows. If Bo had been given the right stimulation, could he have broken free of Remmick? No knowing.

But circling back to the Harkers. What would have played out here? Mina in Annie's place, Jonathan in Smoke's.

Necessarily, a Jonathan who had presumably not gone through the Castle Dracula experience but had been given the up close view of how the undead appear to be smiling drones warped into Remmick's puppets with their souls as mere flavor added to the servitude. Especially after witnessing Bo Chow show zero regard for Remmick's cunnlingus line to Grace and openly threatening their own daughter. Bo just stood there, placid as anything.

That is not him, we're left to think. These people are not themselves at all, but costumes for Remmick's will.

No question. Jonathan would have kept that promise. And then, perhaps, felt a stake twisting in his own heart at seeing Mary (Lucy in this scenario?) reacting in horror to Mina's ending, breaking free in that shock.

Oh, God. Oh, God. Was there a chance for her after all? For all of them? Oh, God...

But either way, Mina would still be dead. With or without a belated bitter wondering at how she might still have been saved, Jonathan would have found some way to die in the end. Not Remmick's.

And now consider the flip side! Smoke as Jonathan Harker, Annie as Mina Murray.

The bitter abridged version involves Smoke dying immediately in Castle Dracula when he fails to play along to the Count's Bluebeard bullshit. If the Count was too chickenshit to turn Renfield, he's not turning the fucking brick wall that is Smoke and his impeccable aim. He'd want to kill the man dead, chuck his bits to the wolves.

But! Let's assume he makes it through the Castle Dracula BS in one piece, either stonewalling Dracula's psychological warfare nonsense or just flat out escaping. We get to the threshold of the Dracula Attackula of Mina Annie on October 3rd, mwa ha ha, cackle cackle, -> Annie clocks that she's on limited time, so if she goes full vampire, end her, swear to her and pinkie promise.

What would happen in order:

SMOKE AS A PSYCHOPOMP CRYPTID GIVE IT GIVE IT TO ME

Smoke also clocking that, hey, there is a waiting period involved with this kind of vampirism...and he has zero compunctions about killing anyone who looks at Annie the wrong way before she's actually factually cold and dead. Jack and Van Helsing do not survive long enough to make it to Transylvania. No, he hasn't seen them. Ignore the used shovel behind his back.

"If we have to split up, take this with you."

"This is a Tommy gun. How do you have a Tommy gun in the 1890s?"

"Don't worry about it."

But as to the serious Holiest Love bit? Fuck.

The vampirism is still poisoned with the influence of a colonizing Head Vampire, and supposing he was aware of the actual lethal body count Dracula and the Brides have chalked up as opposed to mere conversions like Remmick's, those vampires are more physically dangerous. If Annie told him she didn't want to become one of their number, I don't see Smoke reacting all that differently to how he did at the sticking point in Sinners. Annie was in immediate danger of turning into something Smoke had no reason to believe would really be her anymore. He acted fast. Dracula's conversions are slow, even when you aren't dead of exsanguination. You're forced to sit and wait and think.

What if? What if there's an alternative? What if there's a chance? What if we defeat the Head Vampire AND his curse in time and all is well? ...What if these others jump the gun? What if they try to put my beloved down because her teeth are too sharp or her hands are too cold? What if?

Smoke acted fast to stake Annie because he had already been made to promise

(Jonathan never promised),

he had no time to ponder

(Jonathan had resolved already that if Mina became a monster, he would too--the issue to him is not What if Mina becomes a monster? It's 'I Will Be Whatever Mina Is. Living, Dead, or Otherwise. Everyone else can do whatever.')

and no reason to think there was anything to make vampirism less horrible, right up until the shock of Mary and Stack slipping their mental collars over Annie's death. What if...

(Jonathan, thinking, thinking, thinking. These vampires have free will. I saw the Sisters disobey Dracula. I know Lucy tossed her poor young meal away at the sight of Arthur, love overruling appetite. If we kill Dracula too late and Mina is turned? Well. She will not be alone. Let them hunt two monsters. She will not be slain for another's sin. I refuse.)

It's all terribly tasty to think of.

And as an aside, I like my even more super abridged version:

Smoke as Jonathan Harker, lizard fashioning into the tomb, and just hacking Dracula apart with the shovel spade. No jumpscare, no waiting. Just whackwhackwhackwhack until he puffs apart into dust. The End.

There is so much to love about Sinners, but one of my favorite parts was the running theme of flipping the table on static storytelling tropes. And my favorite out of that pile?

Christianity is not the Magical Universal Good That Keeps the Monsters at Bay, and Hoodoo—or, nodding to cinema history, [INSERT ANY NON-CHRISTIAN FAITH HERE]—is not the Weird and Wicked Supernatural Scary Evil, Only Here for Curses and Pearl-Clutching Taboos.

In Sinners, Christianity isn’t held up as an evil in itself, but it is held up as itself, specifically as it actually came to be when it was introduced (forced) onto those people who never asked for it, didn’t want it, and had gods and cultures of their own which were largely crushed underfoot by colonialism and doctrines that generations were forced to choke down to the point that modern descendants now follow and spout a religion their ancestors had to have slaughtered or beaten into them. Remmick, an Irish vampire revealed as being old enough to have been a young man in an era before Ireland had been overtaken by Christianity, at the cusp of having it forced on them while their land and rights were stolen, can recite the Lord’s Prayer verbatim. Those words not only do nothing against his vampiric nature, but he admits the words give him comfort, even as he still hates the men who forced those words upon him and his father.

That scene coupled with Sammie’s interaction with his own father in the church was so beautifully and insidiously vindicating. Because Remmick and Sammie’s father are both leading congregations. They both have these groups of people following along, reciting what they want those groups to recite—even as they both come from groups that this religion was forcibly grafted into, they stand in places of power and command, and therefore it has become good! They both want Sammie to use his musical gift for their purposes, not his own wishes. They both disregard his fear and pain as they lay hands on him before staring crowds who wait to see him bow to their will.

Vampirism is the greater existential terror, especially as it is under Remmick’s rule. A potentially eternal undeath that traps the spirit and has one single controlling mind puppeteering their body and will. But Christianity as it’s framed in the reality of Sammie’s life is shown explicitly not to be the savior of the story, having so many of the same bones as the nightmare he barely escaped with his life.

Give up your gift and your desires and your free will to the Church, son, it’s the only way! Be a lesson for my followers and then we can acknowledge your torn face and the blood on your clothes and the absence of your cousins! Drop the guitar and give yourself to worship and leave behind all the evil sin that is joy not taken from sitting and reciting the Bible! Drop the guitar, son!

Then we turn to the Hoodoo and to Sammie’s musical conjuring. Annie’s magic and expertise is the only reason anyone survived the night as long as they did, and the only reason anybody was lucky enough to die as a human being. Her mojo bag saved Smoke’s neck from Stack twice, whereas everyone who went outside and got jumped by Remmick—or, in Grace’s case, rushed out in a literal blaze of glory to stake her turned husband—who might have worn a cross or been some manner of churchgoer, all got taken out by the vampires. Sammie’s power is not part of a Christian magic, but as the film points out, it is sacred. Those strings and his song pulled reveling spirits from the past and the future to dance with the present. That passion, that talent, that joy, that humanity, was so magnetic that it cast a spell...

…and it did so in what his father and many aghast others would deem a den of sin.

Sinful because of dance. Because of games at a table. Because of sex had for the sake of pleasuring each other—notably, each time with a miserably married woman, both getting to experience lovers who actually wanted them to enjoy themselves (sorry about that climax, Stack), rather than rote marital rutting for its own joyless sake. Because of nocturnal jubilation, separating oneself from the labors of life and the constriction of ‘polite and upstanding’ society.

Raucous joy is sin.

Faiths other and older than Christianity are sin.

Refusing to let yourself be absorbed into a coercive collective, no matter how well it sings or friendly its smile, is sin.       

Sin, sin, sin. The movie sins in this way, and so many glorious others, if only because these things which are not evil are painted with the label of ‘sin.’ Things that ‘are not done’ in a civilization choked by white supremacy and an increasingly puritanical Christian lens that leans deeper and deeper into disdain for empathy while championing strict control and obedience to patriarchy, bastardizing itself even as its original messages of love and goodwill are stretched so far and thin as to be nonexistent.

It’s sad to know how timely this story is. Here we are in the 21st century, strangled by conservative overreach on so many monstrous levels. But the story of Sinners does exist and it is being played like a loud and joyous song. A thousand thanks to Ryan Coogler for doing this all so artfully and so powerfully. I honestly can’t recall the last time I’ve seen such a thing on screen, if I’ve seen it at all. Here’s to more of it.

[dallysdolly444]

then i go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like i love you.

summary: dally was the kind of boyfriend who'd do anything but say those three sweet words you crave so desperately.

warnings: angst ig hehe sooorryyy, established relationship, leaning towards fem!pov (specifically girly/hyper fem as thats what i am, so i usually write what i am), cursing, slight objectifying, lmk if i missed anything <3

dallas didn't love anything. he didn't love joy, he didn't love sunlight, he didn't love puppies or kittens, he didn't even love himself. so he probably didn't love you, not matter how many times he'd press gentler than normal kisses to your neck, or talk a little too much when he's drunk.

but even now, with him in your bed, arms wrapped around you like you'll disappear, you're none the wiser. even when he's got his fingers threading through your hair, rings catching on the strands, you can't quite tell what he's thinking. "so pretty, aren't ya?" he mutters, pressing his lips to your hair.

he always felt out of place in your room, it's so girly, pink and pretty. but what he always felt worse about is how awful he is for you. he can listen to you drone on about how great he is for hours, and the most you'll get back is a 'you've got a great rack'. he just doesn't know how to say it in a way that keeps him tough.

but you always just bury your face closer into his chest, as if your relationship doesn't have 5 weeks max left. "dally can you talk to me? i'm about to sleep." you say softly, nuzzling your face into him as if you want to get into his skin.

"sure i can, baby. you know i love gabbing to you" dallas chuckles, pecking your temple. "fuck, man. yknow... i'm digging the way you're twirling your hair, yknow?" he says, bouncing one of your curls. "y'look like a knockout... look like fucking marilyn monroe or some shit" he says with a grin, knowing you'll like that.

that's his love language, saying what you want to here. the smil on your face is enough for the month to him. "that's so nice dally" you murmur sleepily. "your so nice to me"

dallas paused. he wasn't that nice, was he? shit. well he can't be too rude to his broad, right? you'll just leave him. "shit, doll. i ain't nice enough. i should always be nicer. you're my angel, yeah? and i ain't letting you go."

you stare up at him with those damn doe eyes. even when you're half asleep and tired, those eyes just see right through them, as if they can see how he really feels. how much he really likes you. "i love you" you whisper softly. you've said it once before, and he disappeared for a couple days, coming back with barely anything changed.

dallas stayed silent for a moment, wrapping his arms tighter around you. he can't say he doesn't, because he does. you must know, right? can't you just be secure with knowing? he sighs, just pressing your head closer to him. "yeah" he says softly, and that's all.

you just sigh. you could've expected that. dallas isn't the kind of guy to express feelings, especially not love. he's too tough to feel a thing. you don't say anything, knowing how he is. or do you?

he loves you, you don't see it. you say it, he thinks it. loving people was never good for dally, he loved his mother and all she did in return was die. he would kiss you, hold you, tell you what you wanna hear.. but what the hell is he supposed to say? i love you? i want to marry you? it'll just bring bad energy or something.

you both stay silent for the rest of the night, just holding each other. it'll always be awkward after an 'i love you'. maybe you'll work around it, maybe you'll break up, maybe you'll just continue to ignore it. you fall asleep before dallas, and his hand went up to your head to stroke your hair again. gentler, sweeter, calmer. he presses his lips to your forehead. he couldn't do this when you're awake. you want someone tough, right? everyone does.

"i love you too."

authors note: man i love dally. i could yap soooo much about how well he's written and how interesting he is. love you matt please marry me <333

lots of love, dolly x

[todomochi-uwu]

no longer him. (3/?) P. D. A. & R. Z.

Pairing(s): Portgas D. Ace x reader; Roronoa Zoro x reader Genre: Smut, Angst Warnings: This content is for a mature audience Synopsis: "It was Ace. It was always Ace." Author's notes: Two updates in a week? Wow, couldn't be me. I'm trying. Also, thank you @sister-lucifer for the gorgeous dividers. Masterlist  If you enjoy my work, please consider buying me a coffee ☕

How does one move on from the love of their life? To throw away years and years of love seemed, and felt, almost illegal. How did you ever exist without him? Did you ever? How were you supposed to close the door on you two? Right when you had just opened it.  

Everything was blurry since that night. You don’t remember how you made it back home; you barely remember the conversation you had with Zoro. Sanji called a cab. Nami and Usopp running around trying to find Luffy so you can leave. Zoro stands next to you outside, an arm wrapped around your shoulder, his jacket covering you. 

Back at the boys’ apartment, Zoro and Nami refused to leave your side, comforting you as best as they could, but you wouldn’t talk, completely spaced out. You couldn’t focus on what they said or who was at the door. It had been almost twenty-four hours since the incident, but you were still there. 

You felt Nami getting up and later heard people screaming, and a bang on the door. 

“Nami, please, I need to see her!” A familiar voice begged behind the door. 

“Fuck off!” 

“I’m not leaving until I see her!” 

“Then you can die out there for all I care.” 

“Y/n, please hear me out!” 

Zoro kissed your forehead before leaving. Your head couldn’t register what was going on between the lack of sleep, meals, and the heartache, you could barely remember your name. 

He opened the door once again and closed it behind him. A very rough-looking Ace in front of him, bags under his eyes, lips pale and bloody, hair greasy. “You need to leave.” 

“Zoro, please, please, I’m begging you.” 

“Leave.” 

“No, you don’t understand.” 

“I think I do. Leave,” 

They stared at each other. 

“I know you are in love with her.” 

“Not like I’ve been trying to hide it.” 

“I’m not giving up on her.” 

“I don’t care what you do, Ace.” 

With that, he closed the door. 

Nami held you in her arms as you hopelessly sobbed in her chest. Her heart breaks with every tear you spill. She didn't know what to say, so she hugged you tighter. Sanji put a glass of water on the bedside table, frustrated with the idea of being unable to do more. Usopp and Luffy sat on the floor, looking at the floor, not knowing what to do but offering their silent support. Then, there was Zoro, who was leaning against the wall next to the bed. He was fuming; the grip on his arms tightened with every sob you let out. 

“Shh, I know, baby, I know.” 

“I thought,” sob, “I thought he wanted me.” 

“So did I, bub, so did I.” 

"He said he loved me." You cried even harder, the memory knotting your stomach, making you hurt deep and loud. 

“I'm sorry.” She whispered against your hair. 

Sanji sat on the bed, stroking your head softly. "My love, you have to eat something. You haven't had a real meal in three days." 

You shook your head, “I feel like dying.” 

The heart in his eyes broke even more, “I know, sweetheart, but I'm not going to let you starve yourself.” He got up, already thinking about your comfort foods. “Zoro, come give me a hand.” 

The marimo followed him without saying anything else. 

Sanji grabbed a tall pot and a pan, planning on making your favourite type of ramen for everyone. He began taking things out of the fridge, “You are angry.” 

Zoro scoffed, "Aren't you too?" 

"Oh, believe me, two seconds ago, I was thinking about how to hide a body." He grabbed an onion and started chopping it expertly, "but you've been angry for a while, haven't you? Since that night." 

He stayed silent. 

“Are you ever going to tell her?” 

“None of your damn business.” 

"I'm not saying you should do it right now. Of course not. That would be fucked up." He turned the stove on to fry garlic, ginger, and chopped onion, "But eventually you should. Don't make the same mistakes he did." 

"What's up with him?" Izou said looking at Ace, who was banging his head against the table. 

"He fucked up everything with the girl he likes and doesn't know what to do to fix it." Marco put his hand in between the wood and his friend's forehead so he would stop hurting himself. 

“Do I know her?” Izou took a sip of his drink. 

“Yeah, she's one of Luffy's friends.” 

“Ah, the redhead? Thought she was a lesbian?” 

“No, the other girl.” 

“Oh,” his eyes widened in surprise, “Oh! The one with the guard dog?” 

Ace gave him an equally confused look, “She doesn't have a dog.” 

He giggled, "No, no, it's an inside joke we have at the café. See, every time she comes there's always a guy with her. He doesn't speak to anyone, but her, or your brother's friends; he gives you a nasty look if you look or talk to her for too long; he's always trailing behind her. He looks like a very feral, lost puppy." He took another sip before continuing, "I thought he was her boyfriend. I didn't know you two had a thing." 

Marco looked at Ace, whose face had turned sour. "Any idea of who he might be?" 

“Is his hair green?” 

“Yup.” 

“Fuck.” He banged his head even harder, “that's Zoro.” 

“And we are worried about Zoro?” 

“That's her best friend, but he's always been in love with her. It's obvious to everyone, but her.” 

“And? You think he'll try something.” 

“Yeah.” His throat went dry and the knot in his stomach grew even bigger. The idea of losing you after just being able to be with you made him want to rip his insides out. 

"Why don't you try to talk to your brother? He might be able to help." 

“I mean, I can talk to her, but do you think it’s a good idea?” Luffy's mouth was stuffed with a combination of meatballs, spaghetti, sauce and garlic bread. Taking him to an Italian place might not been the best idea... or any food place whatsoever, but Ace wanted the best chance he could get.  

“I know I fucked up, but I just want to make everything right, and...” 

Luffy gulped everything down and cut off his older brother, “And how would you do that?” 

“I, um..., I...” Yeah, he hadn’t thought about that. 

"You don’t know how. So, you’ll just end up apologizing, rambling and hurting her even more. I can’t stop you from trying but think about it. Can you give her what she wants? Does she even want you anymore? Do you know that for sure? Cause I don’t." Luffy said pointing at him with a piece of meat in his fork before shoving it in his mouth. 

Ace had never seen her brother this serious, Luffy was always laughing, messing around and causing trouble for himself and the people around him, but this time he had barely seen him even blink. 

... 

“How's she doing?” 

"Nami got her to go out yesterday, Sanji is taking care of her meals and vitamins, Usopp is helping with her homework, and Zoro has been keeping her company twenty-four-seven." 

Ace went silent for a second, he knew it was selfish and stupid, but his heart couldn't but clench when he heard about Zoro, “good.” 

“They are not fucking if that's what you are worried about.” 

“Luffy…” 

“Zoro is not that kind of guy, even if he's in love with her he wouldn't try anything when she's this vulnerable.” 

“I don't deserve her.” 

“Yes, you do, Ace… well, you did. You have to stop letting your insecurities get the best of you.” He gulped down another spoonful of food, “You end up acting like a fucking idiot.” A small drop of sauce landed on his brother's face. 

Ace waited like he'd been asked, almost two months since the last time you talked. He wanted to give you space, he really did, but every time he opened his phone, he was desperate to see a notification from you. On Instagram, he would check for any updates, any mention, photo, tag, absolutely anything. Nami and Sanji were quick to block him the second they found out about what he had done; Luffy hadn't, thankfully, (for obvious reasons), but the only things he posted were food pics and memes that only he understood; Usopp posted about technology and memes (that only Luffy understands); Zoro never posted anything.  

He manifested with all his heart a message, a call, a fuck you, anything. His thumb hovered over your number, but he didn't dare, the “My Princess” contact remained untouched. 

Memories came back to haunt him, the good and the bad, and for a second, he relished the moments when he had you. The feeling of your body against him, you in his arms, looking at him in a way he had only dreamt of, letting him in not only into your body but your heart. He remembered the way you'd trace shapes in his chest while cuddling, the way you'd cover his face in sweet, small kisses and the nonsense you used to talk about. 

It's the fact that he could be himself with you, not having to hide anything, you knew him since day one and had fallen in love with all of his flaws. Everything was simple next to you, it made sense. 

He was standing behind you, surrounding you with his arms while you cooked, "I should be the one cooking for you." He placed a small kiss on the back of your neck. 

"No offence, boo, but if it were up to you, we'd be living off instant rice, frozen vegetables and pork chops with soy sauce." 

“Are you saying you don't like my signature dish?” 

“Not my favourite thing about you.” You said while stirring the pot. 

He turned you around, pushing you away from the stove and into him, “What's your favourite thing about me?” 

“Mm let's see. I love how silly you are.” 

“Mm, I'm not sure how good that is.” 

“I like it. I love how brave and selfless you are.” You kiss his jaw, “How good of a big brother you are.” 

He just smiled. 

“I love your smile, your laugh.” You continue kissing him, “I love your kisses, the way you make everything seem easy. The way you take care of me I love.” You pushed your face against his chest, “I love your man boobs.” 

He cackled, "They are not man boobs!" 

“Yes, they are. And I love them.” You placed a kiss on each. “I love the fire you always carry inside of you.” You gave him a peck. 

Ace took your chin between his fingers, prolonging the kiss. 

“I love the way you fu…” He cut you off, his ears bright red. 

“Okay, that's enough from you, missy.” He said carrying you back to the bedroom. 

You laughed, punching his back, “Ace! The food!” 

“I have something else in mind I'd rather eat.” 

“You are such a cheater!” You shoved him playfully. 

“I am not; you just suck at Mario Kart.” He said in between laughs. 

You threw the controller at the couch, in defeat, “Whatever, I'm not the sociopath who plays as furry Mario.” 

“I just clicked random, you aren't any better, who the fuck likes Toad?” 

“Excuse me?!” 

But his thoughts went back to that night, how he freaked out; how he said things he didn't mean before running away. 

"We are having fun. Why do we have to ruin it with labels?"  

“I love you, isn't that enough?” 

“I'm just not ready for that kind of commitment.” 

He felt like throwing up with every word that went out of his mouth. It wasn't the alcohol in his veins or the dizziness of the night. It was him, him and his anxiety, him and his cowardness. He wanted to beat himself to death, but Marco wouldn't let him. "Man up and deal with the consequences of your actions," he said, "and take a shower for god's sake." 

Zoro put a cup of warm matcha in front of you, a black iced coffee in front of him. You took it but didn't drink, just tracing the border with your finger. "You remember that summer we went to Sanji's beach house?" 

He simply hummed. 

“You remember how Luffy and Usopp had a fight and were throwing each other rocks?” 

“And how they broke Zeff's kitchen window and made them work to pay for it? Of course.” 

You giggled quietly, only to yourself, then bit your lip in thought. "Sometimes I miss those days." You took a sip of the warm drink, "everything seemed… easier." 

He didn’t say anything, just kept staring at you. 

“Do you miss it?” 

“Sometimes, but I don't tend to dwell on things like that.” 

“Of course,” you smiled at him. “You know, Zo? Matcha reminds me of you.” 

“Matcha tastes like shit.” 

"No, it doesn't!", you defended your drink, "it's earthy, a bit bitter, but in a nice way. It's nice hot, it's nice cold. You can sweeten it or make it creamier, but it stays true to itself. It wakes me up, comforts me. It's green like you," he huffed and laughed, shaking his head while looking away, not knowing where you were going with the analogy, "I might change my order sometimes, try chai or mocha, but in the end, I always come back to matcha." 

Zoro might be oblivious to some things, never understanding social queues or norms, but right now, he understood the heartbeats that echoed in his ears, the dryness in his mouth, and how taken aback he was. He was at a loss for words. Did you mean…? 

You looked each other in the eyes, blush covering your faces, but neither of you dared say anything. Zoro’s mouth kept opening and closing, but nothing came out of it. His, for once, hesitant hands slowly reached out for yours… 

The table shook, making your phone and both of you jump, pulling you out of the moment. You grabbed it, checking who dared commit such an act. The colour in your face vanished, your hands trembled and the, oh so familiar, feeling of crying your heart out returned. 

“It’s Ace.” 

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[dichromaticdyke]

only a god can kill a god: a toki wartooth case study

i started thinking about these lines:

because…yes, i know that, logically, the word “rebirth” was probably chosen because it rhymes with the previous line, “men and women of the earth.” but the line was still put in the text. and death of the author means i don’t have to care about the irl reasons an author put any particular words in the text, it means i just need to care about the text, so what the fuck does nathan mean, rebirth?

let’s look at DSR, shall we? toki is absolutely tortured for weeks, if not months, on end. abigail is there too (*gripping your shoulders* do not fucking forget about abigail right now or ever when it comes to DSR), but it is always clear the main target of the pain and misery is on him. he is the one who looked the most sickly and weak the entire time. he almost seems to submit to this misery.

now let’s remember toki’s childhood. he was relentlessly abused by his parents, and one of his main forms of punishment was isolation and neglect—the punishment hole. hell, we’re not even told how long they’d keep him down there, it could have been days. anything up to whatever the maximum amount of time a child could go without food and water was possible. he was also punished with whippings and being fucking chained up. but toki surviving this regular form of abuse before escaping and eventually entering into a life of unfettered hedonism made it difficult for him to isolate between the two extremes. toki has only really known two things: poverty and destitution and suffering, vs. wealth and excess and joy. so of course this led to him being the obnoxious, selfish little shit we know today.

how does this connect to DSR and what i’m getting at? what i’m laying the groundwork for here is that toki can survive absolutely horrific shit. the trade-off to that, though, is that he also will bring death to those he touches with his love. the exception is dethklok, but their own god powers mitigate that.

so, wait, he’s loved other people, hasn’t he? what about charles, rockzo, or abigail? why haven’t they been killed by toki’s love?

charles: he does die. he dies at the end of season 2 and is brought back. don’t forget this either okay, charles is brought back.

rockzo: well, lots of things could have killed that clown. we know that, but more importantly, toki’s love for him seems pretty damn conditional. yes, he does often gravitate towards him against his own better judgment, and yes he is happy to see him in AOTD. however, i would first argue that his happiness in AOTD does come with the caveat that he had been regressed at the time—he might not have necessarily been seeing rockzo as himself, but more the platonic ideal of the clown protector/friend he’d always had. second, the last moment toki had with rockzo prior to getting kidnapped, rockzo is trying to warn toki about magnus. toki doesn’t take kindly to this warning, which makes sense given that toki had also had to deal with dethklok trying to keep him away from rockzo. toki has a history of the people who care about him trying to keep him away from bad influences, but toki interprets this more as jealousy or pettiness instead of genuine love and concern. so toki’s rocky relationship with rockzo seems to come less from love and more from enjoying his presence until he pisses him off. so i don’t know if toki has ever truly loved him.

abigail: she is the only one showing toki any care or concern during his entrapment. he of course grew to love her throughout this. but she doesn’t die, she isn’t even nearly as close to death as toki is. and this is the main crux of what i’m going to put forth.

my theory is that toki dies during DSR.

he is the closest to death, and as the angel of death, he is taking on more and more of abigail’s suffering as well as the primary torture as magnus’s target. abigail is still being tortured too, of course, but toki is subconsciously protecting her and keeping her alive. then we come to the reverse crucifixion of them. just like how MMA murders ishnifus, they’re strung up upside down on a cross. in many christian beliefs, st. peter was crucified upside down both because it was more painful and because he requested as such to show that the people crucifying him were behaving antithetically to what they should have been, according to their and his values. so, okay, we can see how ishnifus would have that parallel too. but why toki and abigail?

well, to make them suffer, for one. MMA and magnus are also working counter to the church’s beliefs, so again there’s that religious parallel. if you want to take into account the imagery that is similar to tarot, The Hanged Man represents self-sacrifice. ishnifus sacrifices himself intentionally. but toki and abigail don’t.

unless toki does.

what is it that is chanted throughout so much of the soundtrack? “one of us must die.” the black klok sings it, charles sings it, nathan alludes to the possibility of it. and i used to think it kind of a cop-out that it is just ishnifus who dies. even though it fit in with the prophetic angle of a religious figure needing to die, his self-sacrifice isn’t that impactful since he isn’t much of a character in the show except for, basically, the episode right before DSR. so what if toki dies?

i’m looking at The Doomstar Libretto, because it seems to be the pure plan for DSR and includes some details that couldn’t make it into the final cut; for example, the Libretto actually makes sure to include abigail being present during the climax and includes a shot of nathan carrying her out, whereas in the final project she somehow completely vanishes from the room once MMA arrives. so the Libretto is much more aware of abigail’s presence in DSR. knowing that, i wanna look at this passage:

toki is nearly dead. abigail, not so much. this is absolutely the definitive proof that he is much worse for wear than she is, even while being crucified. so what i want to posit is that, sometime after the band releases them, toki does die. he dies after succumbing to his torture, after taking on much of abigail’s pain, and, perhaps, he dies as a way to prevent his band and abigail from dying due to his own curse. they are able to hold him up, but he dies without anyone realizing. and then...

emphasizing that toki too is affected by the dethlights is strange to me. it doesn’t seem to need to be something to emphasize, right? you could just as easily say, “all five members of dethklok,” or something similar. why are they specifying toki too?

the dethlights brought toki back to life; he is reborn through them.

i know this all sounds so insane, we’re really given no reason to actually think that this is the chain of events that happens. but toki is taking on an immense amount of suffering, he manages to not kill his only other friend in captivity despite his angel of death abilities, there is a constant threat that one of dethklok would die during this, and toki experiences a grand rebirth, according to nathan.

you’re still not buying it. fine. we’ll consider toki in AOTD, then. we’ll consider how he is obviously very traumatized by his experience in the first couple scenes, but otherwise we don’t see much from him. on the most, he’s much more reserved than he usually is in the show. he’s usually much more dynamic, happy, excitable; possibly angry and cruel, but he’s usually doing much more than he is in AOTD. for the most part in AOTD, he’s still recognizable as toki, but something still feels off. and yeah, that could very easily be the trauma.

but remember how he also age regresses in AOTD? i’ll definitely agree that there’s evidence that he regresses during the original series. traumatic events in the original series (watching juliette die, almost being murdered by MMA, watching his father die) all almost immediately leads to noticeable shifts in toki’s character: from palling around with rockzo, to being less sarcastic and hateful, to nearly killing a guy at a concert, respectively. so he’s had trauma responses before, and he’s definitely always had interest in more childish things, but the regression in AOTD feels quite different.

if he is reborn, maybe he is mentally, too. i’m not denying that he could age regress as a natural trauma response, i’m instead positing that his brain is literally reborn after the dethlights resuscitates him, and during AOTD we watch his brain try to age back to the age it was before he dies. note also how pickles says that, “we think he’s regressing.” so that’s just a guess on the band’s part, it wasn’t something toki said, it wasn’t something a professional said. it’s a guess. it’s strange. and the regression happens at the funeral, but never anywhere else in any other stressful scenarios during the movie. no, instead we still just see this toki who’s himself but just different. because maybe he hasn’t fully caught up to the age he was prior to his death. maybe because he’s not quite the same person he was before his death. by the end of the movie he might be what he was before, or at least close, hard to say.

but you know what i really think helps me prove this? when else do we see the band using the dethlights? at the end of AOTD. after nathan, who had been unconscious for quite a long time after falling into the reactor, wakes up. he wakes up immediately with the power of the dethlights. unless he isn’t unconscious. unless he is dead, unless the dethlights brought him back to life, too. this has happened twice now! however, he isn’t reborn the way toki is; we can see that with the fact that nathan doesn’t regress. how do i account for that? well, same reason nathan doesn’t forget what happens in DSR the way the rest of his band does. as band lyricist, as the voice of the prophecy, he’s allowed much more mental strength regarding the band’s mystic and divine abilities. the rest of the band needs to undergo amnesia or other incredible mental strain to deal with it, but nathan doesn’t need to. toki, however, very much does.

tl;dr: toki dies in DSR after receiving the most abuse and after taking on abigail’s abuse as well to help keep her alive, possibly even turning his own angel of death curse in on himself to protect his loved ones. the dethlights bring him back to life in a reborn state, but, in doing so, he is reborn mentally, his mind reverting to a much younger age but rapidly ageing back up during AOTD until he reaches his true age and (most of) his true self again.

[varteeny1234]

sbk infection au GO

(mild body horror described non graphically)

au lore/infodump under cut

so this is all inspired by this thing that @rubycowashere said about an sbk infection au with chorus fruit, based off the mlp infection au trope! so this au spawned:

-the premise for this is "the chorus fruit was already a parasite kinda, and leon/the end kingdom brought it to the overworld from the end dimension"

-once someone's infected (by coming into contact with the chorus fruit, via any means) they start to turn into weird enderman-like creatures! at least, they look similar

-the chorus plants also drain the land into end stone as they spread

-Can You See Where This Is HeadedTM

-the end dimension wasn't always like that, and more specifically, the endermen weren't always like that! <-au lore

-after the irss event, since ruby and acorn spent time in the end kingdom building (or living there temporarily in ruby's case) they also were some of the first to be infected and also spread it further across the server to the other islands (it wasn't really noticed at first in the end kingdom since it already looked like that, leon was just Having A Bad Time) (the stuff didn't spread from spruce or cherry very well since it was only the people that got got)

-so the chorus plants travel throughout the kingdoms, hitting mangrove and bamboo first! sorry m1g.

-once people realize what's going on, they start to react accordingly. nether, acacia, and doak literally break all their bridges and isolate themselves in the hopes of stopping it from spreading to them!

-here's the fun part: the explanation of why birch is immune/marm is kinda immune

-does anyone remember how lil birchy was canonically fed chorus fruit? i do! anyways, lil birchy has now exposed birch (and also marm a little bit, since it's just In Her Bedroom) to chorus in very mild doses. basically spending a lot of time around it is like getting a vaccine. the chorus plants also do not spread over where lil birchy's grown

-marm was only weakly immune, so she still got infected, but she was able to (mostly) fight it off. she has no idea if she's contagious or not, so she's holed herself up in her tower to try and study the chorus plants, since her entire island except for that's become a barren wasteland, and she knows she'll be fine if she touches the weird purple plants

-avid and doovid. waugh. their story is very sad

-basically, doovid got infected, and so they decided to put up a thin wall in the treehouse to protect avid while also being able to talk to each other. avid starts taking notes, trying to find a way to stop the infection, for doovid's sake. it does not work, and he ends up breaking the wall, because he knows it's too late to save doovid and he doesn't want him to be alone before completely losing his sanity (infected people don't die, they just kinda lose their minds). this is how avid gets infected, but he doesn't regret it

-trog, tube, & viking are all kinda doing the same/similar things, isolated but watching the infection spread around them from a distance and trying to find ways to combat it! however, viking's notes are. a little bit less neat & tidy. (also there's 2 blue + yellow sticky notes, and 1 of every other color, which was a fun detail :3) kitt is also resistant to chorus bc of the irss but literally nobody knows skldfjsdkfj

-since ruby was infected early on, cherry became unsafe, and vintage had to flee. she went to birch kingdom since it was Right There, which was very lucky on her part (birch's bridges are still intact, but you can only go out so far on them before the chorus starts appearing). she mostly spends her time staring out at the ruins of cherry kingdom wondering if there was anything she could've done to save ruby. she's also gained very mild immunity bc she's been living at birch this whole time

-for birch kingdom themselves, they're fully immune. like, "could go and eat chorus fruit and be perfectly fine" immune -milkman spends his time wishing he could've saved everyone, and also trying to convince fool to let him go look for people. fool spends his time thanking atium that milkman's safe with him and neither of them are in any immediate danger. this is why there's a little bit of conflict! :D it's fiiiine

-the other kingdoms are less fleshed out but here's what i have:

-elffe is working on his castle more. he's trying to forget about everything happening around him. artemis is in her cocoon again

-kale is in space so he doesnt know what's going on (tea and fix are also on the spaceship bc i couldnt figure out what else to do with them

-acorn is infected, but since anathra's a hologram, he's immune. however, due to the memory problems and lack of support (acorn being. not in the right state of mind to help him. and other than that being completely alone) he's also not doing too great, and eventually he shuts down and is unable to do anything (like, glitched out x2)

-for end kingdom themselves: they're both infected. they're vibing

[lizzieisright]

party

Summary: After being a nervous mess, Abby finally finds the courage to talk to you.

Tags: nervous wreck!Abby, fem!reader, first meeting, college!AU.

Notes: I went through my old drafts and found this thing that I wrote after watching the Bottoms like year and half ago, so this is heavily inspired by it and by the party by Charlie XCX.

-/-/-/-/-/-

Abby is nervous as she sits next to you on the balcony. Her house is loud, people are laughing and drinking and counting as someone drinks the whole bottle. 

But her heart is louder, because you are here. You came to her party. 

You seem so chill and relaxed, and Abby is a mess. Her hands are sweaty, she barely keeps her thighs from jumping up and down, and Abby prays to all gods that you won't notice. She doesn't know where her courage came from, to just follow you outside, but right now this courage is packing its things and leaving.

"It's loud." You say to start a conversation, and Abby's heart almost jumps out of her ribcage.

"Yeah. Do you like it?"

"What?" 

"The party."

Abby is so desperate to know. She did everything to make it perfect: your favourite drinks, your favourite music for dancing, your favourite games - it is here today. Her house is decorated in your favourite colours, and it's borderline creepy how she is obsessed with you and how much she knows about the girl she talked a few times to, but Abby is shy. She can't just talk to you and ask you on a date, she has to throw party after party hoping you'd come through. 

And today you came, and she almost threw up from nerves when she saw you coming in. 

"Yes. If I knew you threw cool parties, I would have come the other times."

You called her party cool, oh god. Oh god, Abby is going to die. 

Abby doesn't know what to say, too afraid of saying something wrong, and her mind is reeling because she can't just sit in silence! It's her chance to talk to you and make you like her, and Abby is silent, what the fuck! 

“Does it mean you'll come next time?” Abby asks, not hearing herself from how loud her heart is. You smile at her, and Abby clutches the bench so hard she hears it creak. You look like an angel, she can't handle it - it's overwhelming to interact with you.

“Probably.” You chuckle playfully and Abby goes into error 404 brains not found. “Sometimes I need to study.”

Abby swallows, hard. Say something! Say something, goddamnit! 

“Do you want a drink?” Abby blurts, not coming with anything more smart than this. She seriously needs a breather before she goes into cardiac arrest from being so close to you. 

“Got it right here.” You show her your plastic cup. “But I won't mind a refill.”

Oh thank God, Abby thinks and nods, reaching for your cup. Your fingers touch hers and Abby shivers, her breath is caught in her throat. She is electrocuted by you, the cold of your skin lingers on hers and she can't help her blush. 

“What do you drink?” Abby doesn't need you to tell her, actually, she already knows, but she is self-aware enough to know it would be creepy to just go and get what you want. 

You give her the name of your drink and Abby nods before going back to the house. 

The moment she is out of your sight, she takes a deep, shuddering breath: how is it even possible to feel so much for someone she doesn't really know? How do you strike so much in her just by existing? Abby never cared about what others think of her, but she is desperate to be enough for you.

Abby suddenly thinks that you might use Abby's leave as an excuse to also leave, since she was probably weird as fuck and made you uncomfortable, and it scares her so much her hands are trembling as she pours your drink. 

“Someone's got their shit together.” Nora chuckles when she pours her own drink at the table. “You are going to her?”

“Yeah.” Abby swallows. “I can't fucking think around her, Nora. What do I even say to her?”

“Ask how her day is going, what she watched recently. Easy stuff.” Nora helps. She makes fun of Abby for being such a wreck when it comes to you, but she is a good friend who can read the room. “You've got this, Anderson.”

Abby whines helplessly, but she needs to see you and hear your voice, and no amount of fear will stop her now. So Abby takes the cups and goes back to the balcony, praying to every deity you're still there. 

You smile when you see her and Abby smiles back, unable to look into your eyes, her chest fluttering.

“Thanks.” You take your cup from her hand and Abby shudders again when your fingers meet. 

It's not a warm night, and Abby only now picks up on the fact that you're cold. Abby panics, looks around to find any kind of blanket, but there's nothing. 

“Sorry, just a sec.” Abby tells you and disappears again. 

You're puzzled, but you wait for her anyway: you have nowhere to be and you're curious about Abby. She's always seemed intimidating - one of the reasons why you didn't dare to show up to her parties - but right now she is so sweet to you, shy even, and you wildly assume she is one of those sweet kind people who have resting bitch face.

Abby is cringing at herself as she takes her softest jacket from her bedroom - it's corny and obvious, you'll crack her in a second after it, but Abby can't help herself. She wants to have some part of you to herself, even if it's your perfume. Abby quickly tries to get rid of this thought, but she hopes you won't give it back to her so she'd have an excuse to talk to you. 

“Here.” Abby says awkwardly and shows you her jacket. “You seem cold.”

“A little bit, yeah.” You smile softly and Abby screams inside. 

There is no difference between being brave and being stupid - otherwise there's no explanation why Abby put her jacket around your shoulders herself and why she didn't fall apart right away when you are so close. 

You lift your cup and Abby catches up and clinks her cup against yours. 

“Cheers.” You smile at her and only now, in the morning lights, you notice her blush. “Thank you for giving me your jacket.”

“No problem.” Abby says, but internally she is beating herself up for being such a grump. “So, uh, Have you watched anything good lately?”

Abby knows she sounds lame, and you don't even know that she uses the line that Nora told her, but she is out of ideas. And then your eyes light up like you definitely want to tell her about it, so Abby counts it as a win.

"Have you seen Severance?"

Seriously, Abby is going to light a candle in a church because the fact that she watched Severance and the conversation stops being so awkward is a real case of divine intervention.

You're sweet, and your smile literally makes Abby's world brighter (even though you two disagree on a few points), and if she could she would stay here with you, forever.

You tell Abby your opinion about Milchick's arc, and only thing Abby is noticing is that you're sitting closer to her, close enough for Abby to feel your body heat and holy shit her face is burning. Now she can smell your perfume and then you laugh at something Abby said and it's a full body laugh, meaning you lightly slap her knee and oh God. Oh God.

"Sorry, did I hurt you?" You ask, worried, when Abby bluescreens so hard she stops moving. Fuck, she stops breathing.

"Uh, no- no, I'm fine." Abby smiles, but your hand is still here, and you're- "You're so pretty."

What the FUCK!!! Why did Abby tell you that? Where was the brain-to-mouth filter? whathefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck!!!!

Before Abby tries to kill yourself by wishing for it really hard, you giggle and your eyes are sparkling. Oh. Oh, maybe Abby doesn't have to die.

"Thank you. You know, I'd never think you'd be shy."

"Well, here I am." Abby says weakly, still riding the adrenaline high of not weirding you out.

"It's cute." Abby blushes to the roots of her hair and you giggle again. Abby can listen to this sound forever.

You look over the balcony where the sun is up and morning people are already jogging and being all put together, and Abby has a sinking feeling you're going to leave.

"It's getting late. Or, well. it's getting early." You chuckle at your own joke and it's adorable. "I should get going."

"Oh, yeah, Of course."

Abby visibly deflates when you return the jacket, but then you take your phone out and ask the best question ever.

"Can I get your insta?"

Abby barely contains her excitement as she taps her handle with shaking fingers. You smile, say your goodbye and leave.

Abby waits for a minute just to make sure you won't hear her. She falls on her bed. She screams into her pillow, rolls on her bed and then screams some more.

"Got your girl?" Nora laughs when she comes to check on her.

Abby blushes and throws the pillow at Nora's face.

But yeah. She got her girl.

[sailornymph]

Can i request Sasuke x fem uchiha s/o? Sasuke meet s/o after war ended, S/o and Sasuke was introverted and loner basically have lot of similiarities (sasuke sometimes think s/o was mirrored version of him), S/o was kind of cat lady. Please make hc about how they interacted w each other, also understanding each other and then they found out s/o was pregnant. Thank you! Sorry if my request was too detailed, hope you received and write it 😄😁.

loved me back to life; sasuke uchiha

synopsis — post timeskip sasuke x uchiha!reader

a/n — again i am very apologetic for those who have excitedly requested and have waited so long.

— you arrive in konoha with nothing but your mother’s cloak, a sealed scroll of her recipes, and three cats who follow you like they’ve sworn loyalty.

— the uchiha crest is stitched clean across your back not loud, not proud — just there, like a wound that hasn’t finished healing. the villagers look, then look away. except him.

— sasuke uchiha sees you from across the training grounds. he doesn’t move. just stares — sharp-eyed, tense, like you’ve summoned something buried. before he slowly makes his way over

“…where did you get that cloak?” he asks.

his voice is low, scratchy, weathered. his left sleeve is empty — pinned just above the elbow.

you’ve heard the rumors. you know who he is.

“it was my mother’s,” you answer. “she was uchiha. so was my father.”

“…and?”

“he stayed behind.”

you don’t say the rest. you don’t have to, he exhales through his nose.

“…i’ll walk you to where you’re staying.”

— he doesn’t say much on the walk. but his eyes never leave your shoulder. your crest.

when you reach the house — an old rental on the edge of the village — you’re the one who speaks first.

“you can come in, if you want.”

“…i shouldn’t.”

“you look like you have questions.”

“…i do.”

“then come in.” he steps inside.

— the first thing he does is crouch to look at the cats. they stare back like they know who he is.

“they’re named mochi, okami, and soot,” you say, sitting your bag down, as you examined the place. not too bad.

“…this one looks judgmental,” he mutters, making you glance at him.

“that’s mochi.”

“…hm.” he stands slowly, eyes on the cats, then on you.

“…i need to tell you something.”

“alright.”

“i’m sasuke uchiha. i’m the last of the clan—”

“you’re not.” he falters. his eyes flick up.

“…you knew who i was.”

“everyone knows who you are.”

“…then you know what i’ve done.” you nod.

“i tried to kill my best friend. i abandoned the village. i almost destroyed it. i’ve hurt people.”

“and you came back, do you want tea?”

he’s quiet. stunned, but slowly, he nods.

“…you’re not afraid of me?”

“no.”

“you should be.”

“maybe. but i’m not.”

“why?” you shrug, looking him in the eye.

“because broken things still belong somewhere.” he doesn’t speak, but he comes back the next day.

— over the next few weeks, sasuke shows up in small ways. he brings you soup and rice balls. brushes mochi’s fur when he thinks you aren’t looking.

he lets your cats sleep on his cloak. he even reads aloud once — a travel scroll — and stops mid-sentence when he catches you smiling.

“what.”

“your voice is nice.”

“…don’t be weird.”

“you’re the one reading to cats.”

“…they looked bored.”

— naruto finds out immediately, i mean, he practically keeps tabs on his best friend

“YOU’RE DATING??”

“no,” sasuke says flatly.

“THEN WHY ARE YOU LIVING THERE??”

“i’m not.” you open the door behind him.

“he is.”

“…traitor,” sasuke mutters under his breath.

“do you love her??” naruto yells in excitement.

“leave.”

“do you kiss??”

“…do you want to die?” naruto flees. loudly. but smiling.

— sakura and sai aren’t far behind. ino pretends she just “happened to be walking by.”

— when they meet you, you’re polite. reserved. but kind.

“you’re not what i expected,” sakura says softly.

“neither is he,” you reply.

— sasuke hears that from the porch. he doesn’t say anything, but his heart is racing. he could only think, is this how naruto felt, when he liked sakura?

— your first kiss happens on a night too quiet to ignore. you’re sitting side by side on the roof, your legs swinging over the edge.

“…you’re always calm,” he says.

“not always. just with you.”

“…why?” you tilt your head.

“because you’re not afraid to sit in silence. most people fill it.”

“…you don’t need to fill something to feel it.”

you nod. he turns and your lips brush. then meet. it’s soft, warm, a little hesitant.

“…should i apologize?” he murmurs.

“only if you regret it.”

“…i don’t.”

“then kiss me again.”

he does.

— your first time is after he comes back from a long mission. he’s tired, stiff, and bruised across the ribs.

— you undress him slowly, carefully. help him out of his gear. kiss a scar near his collarbone. he sits on the edge of the bed, quiet. vulnerable in a way you’ve never seen before.

“…i’ve never done this with someone i trusted,” he admits.

“you trust me?”

“…i want to,” he confessed, staring into your eyes, before pulling you into his lap. resting his forehead against you.

“then let me love you.”

he makes no sound, but his arm wraps around you like a vow. he kisses your throat, your jaw, your lips.

he learns your body like he’s memorizing a map he’s afraid to lose again. afterward, he lies on his back, eyes on the ceiling, your hand over his heart.

“…you make me feel like i deserve to breathe,” he says.

you kiss his cheek.

“that’s because you do.”

— the proposal comes one morning when you’re feeding the cats. you’re still in your robe, hair a mess, hands full of kibble.

he walks over, stands beside you, clears his throat.

“…marry me.” you blink, glancing at him like he’s crazy.

“was i that good last night? you haven’t even dressed yet,” you eyed him, wearing his typical black clothing

“…it was fresh on my mind, from last night,” you laugh. he steps closer.

“i’m serious,” he says. “i want to build a life. with you.” you look at him — at the man who’s lost everything and still chooses you.

“…yes.”

“really?”

“ino and your friends have reminded me of how you were, but sasuke, none of it matters to me,” he kisses you — making mochi meow.

“i think that’s approval,” you whisper.

“…we’ll invite him to the wedding.”

— then came pregnancy

— you know before the test confirms it

— your appetite shifts, your balance is off, the cats won’t leave your lap

— you tell him on a quiet afternoon, he quietly ate the fruit you had prepared for him, while you folded laundry

“…sasuke?”

“hn?”

“…i think i’m pregnant.”

— he stops mid chew, before he starts to choke. coughing harshly, he finally stops, before glancing at you — he blinks once

“…ours?” you almost laugh

“yes, sasuke. ours.”

— he stares at you for what feels like a full minute

— then he moves the bowl from his lap, crossing the room, going to his knees, and pressing his forehead to your stomach

“…i never thought i’d have a family,” he whispers.

“you do now.”

“…do you think they’ll like me?”

“they’ll love you. they’ll probably cry less than naruto, too.”

“…i doubt it.”

— while he is always away for your first three months, trying to save as much as possible, he slows down as you begin to show

— every mission becomes optional

— he takes shorter ones. insists on reporting back in person

— he stocks the pantry with tomatoes, rice, and ginger tea

— reads books on chakra-safe birthing techniques even though you’re not a shinobi anymore

— he won’t let you lift anything. one time you tried to carry a bag of groceries and he throws a kunai at it

“you could’ve just said no.”

“…you weren’t listening.”

— he talks to the baby constantly. when you’re asleep, when you’re pretending to be asleep, when you’re both awake but quiet

“…your mother’s the strongest person i know.”

“…you’ll be small at first, but loud, probably. like naruto.”

“…please don’t inherit my temper, just my strength, and good looks,” you laugh, while he smirks. mochi keeps trying to sit on your bump.

“move it…” sasuke grumbled, moving the cat. why couldn’t he be chill like the others?!

— at last the wedding came; small. simple. sunlit.

— naruto cries before he even starts officiating

“i’m so proud of you, man—”

“…read the vows.”

“you’re my brother—”

“read. the. vows.”

— sakura smiles, soft and sad, but happy. ino compliments your hair and whispers, “if your kid looks like him, i’m stealing her”

— sai sketches the scene while holding a cat. kakashi shows up on time, which freaks everyone out

— sasuke kisses you with both eyes closed

“…i never thought peace would feel like this,” he says. you rest your hand over his heart

“get used to it.”

— you go into labor at night, thankfully, sasuke is home.

— it’s long, painful, and terrifying

— your grip nearly snaps his wrist

“could you loosen up-,” he tells you

“i hate you so much right, i’m never giving you sex ever again—”

“…actually, just keep squeezing,” he sighs.

— you scream and he stays by your side the entire time

“you’re doing well.”

“you say that again and i’ll kill you.”

“…you’re doing terribly.”

“thank you.”

— when she cries, it’s loud and alive. your body shakes. your throat is raw. your heart is full

“…she’s perfect,” he whispers

“she’s an uchiha.”

“…she’s ours.”

— he named her sarada, because it sounds strong, because she kicks with precision, and because she looks at you both with eyes far older than they should be

“…she has your smile,” you say

“…thank god,” sasuke mutters. “i was worried she’d inherit my brooding.”

mochi curls up beside the crib, the baby tries to grab his tail

“…uchiha reflexes,” sasuke says

“…uchiha trouble,” you reply

— you fall into rhythm, you take care of the home, while sasuke comes and goes for missions

— when he is home, sasuke gardens while sarada naps strapped to his chest, she grabs tomatoes before she can sit up properly

— the cats follow her like security detail

— naruto comes over uninvited every other day

“do you need help? food? encouragement? backup bottles?”

“leave,” sasuke says every time

“he loves me,” naruto tells sarada

“…no i don’t,” sasuke mutters

“yes you dooo~”

— sarada’s first word is “mo”

— you think it’s “mama”, it’s actually “mochi”

sasuke wins that argument, but you win the war when she says “papa” next

— one night, long after she’s fallen asleep, you and sasuke lie on the roof together

— you’re wrapped in a blanket, he has one arm tucked behind his head, the stars are wide and endless above you

“…you still think you’re the last?” you ask, as he turns to you

“…no,” he says. “i’m the beginning again.”

you kiss him, he doesn’t ask for it. but he always kisses back like he needs it to breathe

“…you loved me back to life,” he whispers

“…you never stopped being alive. you just forgot.”

mochi meows from below, sarada stirs in her crib, and for the first time in a lifetime of loss—

you’re not grieving — you’re not running — you’re not alone

you are home. you are love. and you are free.

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Heyooo, sooo i'm a big fan of your Rosaria headcannons and i'd like to ask if you could write headcannons about Rosaria and any other characters of your choice about who they would react to if their s/o asked them to dance in a ballroom :3

(Genshin Impact) Asking Rosaria to dance with you

Rosaria is actually one of my favorites to write, so I'm glad you like her! That being said she doesn't have as much content on this blog as I'd like, so it's time to change that! With that being said, she gets this post all to herself, so I hope you enjoy!

It was late into the night in Mondstadt's Cathedral, with all the sisters required to attend and sing for the guests at the ball.

And much to Rosaria's despair, she couldn't weasel her way out of it, immediately hitting the wine the moment she was able.

Being merciful, you decided to attend the ball, if only to make sure Rosaria wasn't going to die of boredom. Or kill anyone because of it.

Rosaria didn't even bother bringing her usual uniform, instead wearing the one you first met her in (That being the one that confused you in her saying she was a Sister, despite the fishnets and other strange outfit choices)

As the night came to a close, you and Rosaria remained in a corner as the guests were finally trickling outside.

Thankfully, everyone had decided to stay out of your way, if only because Rosaria was giving them a death glare to anyone who approached.

(Rosaria) "Tch, can't even smoke in peace."

(Y/N) "I'm surprised you can to begin with, seeing how every sister has started to nag me in trying to get you to stop."

(Rosaria) "And your response?"

(Y/N) "I'll talk to her. Or something along those lines."

That got a small chuckle out of Rosaria, albeit a dry one.

She stopped leaning against the wall and walked forward, the dimly lit flickers of lanterns on the ceiling casting a pale yet beautiful light on your girlfriend.

Your eyes glance over to a couple slowly dancing to the music echoing throughout the walls, making you smile at the sight.

And your smile caused Rosaria to raise an eyebrow.

(Rosaria) "What's got you in a good mood?"

Not being able to resist that smile growing into a smirk, you bowed elegantly and spoke in a deeper voice.

(Y/N) "Sister Rosaria, would you take my hand for a dance?"

To that, Rosaria blankly stared at you, completely unamused.

With a sigh and a hand shifting to her hips, she turned to you, asking:

(Y/N) "Just to see how you'd do!"

Your teasing, predictably, does nothing to Rosaria, her glare searing a hole through you.

That being said, you knew there was no genuine hostility in her look, even as she rolled her eyes and began to walk out.

(Rosaria) "Psh, no thanks. Wouldn't catch me dancing with everyone else to see."

(Y/N) "What about with just us?"

She didn't respond, exiting the cathedral knowing you were following behind.

You two continued in a comfortable silence, promptly getting home with you stretching your arms and yawning.

(Y/N) "Man, I always forget how long they take with their choirs.-"

Rosaria interrupted your line of thought, as her hand suddenly grabbed yours, fingers gripping your hand tight.

It was only now you realized her gloves had come off, alongside her coif.

Her short red hair was now in the open, the sight still novel to you despite how long you had been together.

Before you had a chance to ask, Rosaria's other hand slipped into yours, her voice growing ever so slightly softer.

(Rosaria) "Answering your question from before, you still wouldn't catch me dead in a ballroom dancing or whatever...But I'll indulge you since you had to suffer that with me."

You smiled back at her and brought Rosaria closer, the two of you quietly swaying side to side, even as the music from the top of the city drifting along the evening winds.

Truthfully...neither of you were very good. You had never attended a formal dance or anything like that in your life, and Rosaria was...Well, Rosaria.

But that didn't stop either of you from continuing, despite the little stumbles here and there which made you laugh more than anything.

Rosaria, for her part, just had a small smile, just barely noticeable if you weren't standing in her face.

Though your eyes were locked onto hers, which after a few seconds got her to stare away, a little blush on her cheeks, again barely being able to be seen.

Resisting the urge to tease (mostly because you liked your foot not getting stomped on purpose by her), you decided to not say anything and continue to 'dance' to the final songs of the night.

(Rosaria) "...Ballroom dancing is kinda boring."

(Y/N) "We can always take dancing lessons together.~"

(Rosaria) "Last thing I need is to start doing that for the Church. We already got Barbara doing that, I don't need any more extra work, thank you."

Chuckling at that, you spun Rosaria in place clumsily before taking her into an embrace, one hand brushing through her hair and another on her back.

Rosaria said nothing and held you back, enjoying the silence that came once you two stopped dancing.

Seemingly on time, since the music had finally faded into nothing.

Now, Rosaria was yawning as she slowly pulled back from your hug.

(Rosaria) "Let's go to sleep already."

(Y/N) "Need me to wake you up for practice?"

(Rosaria) "I will kill you."

It didn't take long for you two to fall asleep, though after you did, Rosaria stared outside her window for a little longer.

Seeing the moonlight fall upon the room, she turned back to face you, your peaceful expression calming her.

She said nothing, in fact Rosaria didn't even smile (that much, not like she's going to admit that), but her hand held yours tightly before closing her eyes.

[sokkastyles]

To be honest, the most controversial character for me in Avatar is Mai. I'm not even referring to her relationship with Zuko, but basically her position on the show. And in the comics, it gets even worse. It's like she doesn't really have any character or arc, and she's just doing what the plot needs (Like betray Azula, because the princess must eventually lose all she loved ones for her downfall.) Therefore, most of her actions and words seem illogical to me. She loves Zuko at the same time, but it's not bad for her to hunt him as a traitor? She supports the war and the imperialism of the Fire Nation, calls Zuko a traitor to the motherland, but when Ozai is overthrown and Zuko replaces him on the throne with a completely different policy, she is just fine. I mean, when did she change her mind? One minute she supports the status quo and doesn't mind Zuko communicating with Ozai and advises him to accept things as they are, then in the comics she resents the fact that Zuko asks his father for advice. What's in her head anyway? The same goes for her relationship with her parents, who are cold, but at the same time she covers up for her father, who is plotting. It's as if the scriptwriters never tried to look at things from May's point of view and build some kind of logical chain for the development of her character, rather than just using her as a plot tool. I think I would like Mai a lot more if I understood her at least a little.

Yeah, Mai's biggest problem as a character is that she's mostly used as a plot device. She does what the plot needs her to do. All the writing in the comics is like this, but Mai is written like this in the show, too. I remember when I first watched the show, when Mai showed up at the Boiling Rock, I initially thought she would save Zuko before she started yelling at him. Her anger at him for pulling the standard hero "breakup to save her" is so inexplicable. Like I get that you feel rejected, but people's lives are at stake here, Mai. And then her betrayal of Azula a moment later is equally inexplicable. I get what they were trying to do, but it's just not built up enough. She comes across as a misogynistic caricature of a crazy emotional girlfriend because her actions are over the top and do not make sense. The other day I saw a post saying her arc is "subtle" and that's why people don't get it, and no. None of her actions are subtle. She screams and yells and throws things and reacts to everything with dramatic biting sarcasm. Her betrayal of Azula is a grand gesture that was clearly supposed to be the climax of her arc, it's just not built up enough and we have no idea what Mai herself feels about anything that isn't Zuko, and even then, we know very little of how she feels about him. How did their love develop from when we saw her blush at him as a child to when they were on that ship in book three? How DID Mai feel about having to be part of capturing him? How did Zuko feel? I've said this before, but there should have been some tension there, some conflicting feelings, especially once Zuko betrays himself to go back home and gets to be Mai's boyfriend. Since that isn't explored, it makes his relationship with Mai feel like a lie, and another facet of Zuko being someone he isn't, and Mai just another person who would never love the real Zuko instead of the idea of who he should be. Just because she doesn't want to see him die doesn't mean she really understands him, or his cause, as you mentioned. But as I have said many times before, what really hammers that home for me is that when she comes back, she assumes they are still dating, and tells Zuko to never break up with her again. Like, I get that it is supposed to be a joke, but that's the problem. Mai Strong Female Characters her way back into Zuko's life because the writers thought it would be funny and cool and sexy. Look how funny and cool and sexy she is! She's pointing fingers in Zuko's face! We wrote a Strong Female Character!

But there was no thought given to Mai's actual motivations. And worse, they had an abuse victim for whom this is supposed to be his triumphant moment of independence from his abusers be in a relationship with someone who was a part of the life he chose to leave behind and told him that breaking up with her wasn't his choice and acted like that was okay. Again, I know it's all a joke, but it's an ugly one.

I don't think she's controversial, though. We've seen this type of writing for female characters before, as my reference to the Strong Female Character implies. She's cool, she's badass! She loves the hero despite him not doing anything to prove his worth, but to make up for how awfully he treats her, she treats him awful right back! She has to do over-the-top things constantly because otherwise the narrative will forget about her completely. She's edgy in whatever way will appeal to the audience the writers are trying to appeal to - in this case weaboo hot topic preteens.

[bunnyehs]

i have a theory about Papyrus that i have been thinking about for some time now...

it is about his motives...

at first it seems like his motives are simple... they are that he wants to capture a human and join the royal guard... but after we spare him he kind of just forgets about those...

he then kind of just keeps doing stuff seemingly with no reason...

he calls us to tell us that we should hang out with Undyne...

he calls us to tell us that we should deliver a letter from Undyne to Alphys...

he calls us to tell us that we should check on Alphys...

he calls everyone to come stop the Asgore battle...

we then find out he was doing these things cus a flower told him to...

then Flowey shows up and the ending happens...

my theory is on the reason why Papyrus was helping Flowey...

i think Papyrus has some sort of meta knowledge...

the reason for that is the second X and O puzzle in Snowdin... on the puzzle we have to move to the right to start solving it and when we do that the camera moves with us... and so does Papyrus... he just kind of moves to follow the camera... without saying anything... this could be a game design thing but i dont think the next thing can be explained as such... after the final battle against Asriel we get to talk to the main cast... if we do that then Papyrus asks Asgore if he can be in the royal guard and Asgore says that the royal guard most likely wont be a thing anymore and then Papyrus says "THIS IS THE WORST POSSIBLE ENDING" or something like that... this is clearly a joke but the fact that he joked about something like this means that he is aware of endings... there are other things but for now these are my main points on why Papyrus is aware of these things...

the reason i think this is important is cus i think it gives him a good motive to help Flowey...

they were trying to get the true pacifist ending... well... i think Papyrus was atleast and Flowey was just pretending to...

this would explain many things...

the reason why he does not call Undyne when captures us in his shed... she would send us away which would mean we could not befriend everyone to get the ending...

the reason why he is so worried when we escape the shed... cus something could happen to us and we would die... and there would no happy ending...

the reason why he snitches what we are wearing to Undyne... which was not an accident btw... he wants us and Undyne to meet so that we could become friends... to get the ending obviously...

the reason why he tells us we should hang out with Undyne... so that we could become friends... so the ending happens...

the reason why he tells us we should deliver a letter from Undyne to Alphys... so that they get closer... so that we get closer to the ending...

blah blah blah ending blah blah blah...

i think you get it by now...

i think Papyrus wants a good ending and Flowey helps him with that but secretly plans to betray him...

i think Papyrus knew that Flowey was going to get the 6 human souls and was distracting on purpose... but did not know that Flowey was going to betray him and us by stealing the souls of him and our other friends...

i think the reason why he cried after the Asriel battle is cus he thought that Flowey killed us and it was his fault cus he helped him get the souls by distracting...

i wonder how he felt when we woke up...

i had this theory before deltarune chapter 3 and 4 came out but now that they are out i think this applies to them aswell...

deltarune is said to have only one ending...

and Susie's reaction to the prophecy in chapter 4 tells us it is not a good one...

but...

what if someone could change that...?

or atleast thought they could change that...?

would they not take the chance...?

i think Papyrus is the Knight...

why...?

cus maybe... just maybe... if he plays the villain... maybe... the ending could change...

he does this cus he thinks that he has to...

not considering whether or not he should...

now...

you might be thinking...

"but the Knight is Dess tho!"

while i do think that it is possible that it is her... nothing like this has been confirmed... so i am still hoping it is Papyrus...

"but the Knight has antlers!"

there is some narration that says that the Knight has a helmet and those look like a part of a helmet to me...

"but the Knight has no feet!"

i... i have no idea... maybe it is just a design choice to not include them in the shadow form...?

"but the lost girl motif is in the Knight's theme!"

the lost girl motif is not exlusive to the deer family... it plays for Susie too...

to be honest... i think they both can be the Knight... separately and together... i like the theory that Dess lost her body somehow and is now stuck with Papyrus... cus it would be a mirror to us and Kris... maybe Kris Dess Papyrus are all in on it together and the only one who does not know of the plan they are doing is us...

that is a silly theory but i love it...

i like the idea of the Knight working for Carol and they are trying to get a good ending like Papyrus and Flowey did in undertale but Carol does not actually care about the ending cus she just wants her goddamn daughter back...

i could make theories like this all day but for now we do not have much to go off of...

to be honest i made this post cus i wanted to share my undertale theory and connect it to the "Papyrus is the Knight" theory cus the motives people give him are stupid sometimes...

that is all for now i guess...

see you later...

❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜🩷

[a-cipher]

a man stands at the literal door of death and says "I want to live" and he's hated for it.

[brionysea]

if stranger things 5 comes out and they're like 'omg! the upside down has been a product of someone's dark and twisted mind this whole time! it's... WILL!' I'll immediately lose interest

[arolesbianism]

Time for more eternal gales isat au, this time featuring Sier as Isabeau, creating a sprite I can never use next to Aris’ because despite my best efforts it would make them look tall

[taserbats]

she is a POET she is a DYKE she is HILARIOUS but most importantly she is a HATER. i need her biblically.