#but like i said from the perspective of someone in the anime that knows him i think it would be really interesting to see this ai
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having the hc that minato is ace is incredibly funny sometimes when you think about how ryoji is oh so very bi because it's like. "ah. death stole my ability to be attracted to people," in the same way that ryoji stole minato's eye color and energy level. like wow, thanks ryoji, you just keep finding things to steal from minato!
#persona 3 spoilers#minato arisato#hc and au nonsense#lizzy speaks#happy international asexuality day to my fellow aces out there i hope you know that you are loved!!! ššš„³#i like viewing minato with the lens of him being gay / ace. esp bc it stems from my own experiences so it's fun to look at-#him from that perspective even if that's not what was intended by atlus y'know?#and im sure others have other hcs from me that are informed by their own life experiences and i think that's great ^_^#something that i found interesting while playing FES was how. stilted? minato's animations felt when hugging the girls#you could definitely go with the perspective that it's a graphical limitation or they didn't have time to polish the animations#and that's def true!! but sometimes i see the hug @ yakushima beach + the other hugs and then i compare it to the sou/yo hug in p4#and there's like... a noticeable difference to me with how intimate and close together the hugs are...#that said i do know that the animations for reload are updated and the hugs are much more natural (good on them tbh!)#the other thing is (pensive sigh). the way you couldn't reject any of the girls when doing their social links in FES#objectively speaking i'm glad that they did away with that and i like how the rejections were handled in reload. it feels naturally written#but also a part of me enjoyed looking at the āhey atlus what the FUCKā moment and thought of how to interpret it differently#specifically with the idea of minato having like.. little to no autonomy and kind of going along with the relationship#it kind of reminded me of myself tbh with like going along with the rship without considering what you want bc#it's what others want or expect out of you... LOL. i dont think atlus intended for someone to interpret it this way but#eh i think that's the fun part of hcs and looking at characters with certain lenses!#regardless of how you perceive minato i do think there's something to be said about him being the kind of guy who molds himself-#into someone that is needed. not wanted. but needed. important distinction here.#the one caveat my brain runs into when im like āminato is ace!ā is when i remember thanatos exists and i go#āyou know what these ideas can exist simultaneouslyā GKLHFHDFHD when in doubt schrodinger's headcanons#anyway that's all i've had this thought in my brain in awhile and haven't sat down to share it properly until now š#have an excellent weekend everyone !!! lizzy loves you all lets all nurture our inner yippee!!! š„ŗš
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attack on titan headcanons #15

synopsis: things you argue about šµāš«
characters included: eren, mikasa, armin, jean, sasha, connie, reiner, annie, bertolt, levi, erwin and hange.
notes: iāll be expanding my horizons!! & adding a new anime to my masterlist >.< also, i added a s4 ver to this? iām not sure if itās any good but, i just wanted to do it loll
ā eren jaeger
pointing out the obvious here but, his yearning to kill every single titan. he constantly puts himself in danger, especially since becoming a titan himself and he is just completely blinded by his rage sometimes. youāve all lost someone to the titans whether itās your parents, friends or an acquaintance, thereās no need for him to be so reckless!
by the time you guys are 19, he had left. he became awfully reserved and angrier but in a scarier way, he was quieter. he was clearly severely traumatised & that caused many arguments for a multitude of reasons but before you knew it, he left without a word.
ā mikasa ackerman
her recklessness. sheās very head strong, leaning toward a bit stubborn but most of all, she was caring of those around her. as a rookie, she may have been compared to a 100 man army but, that doesnāt mean sheās indestructible!
by the time youāre 19, a lot has gone to shit. so many people have died, eren is on a genocide mission & everyone is terrified. at any moment, either of you could die. you used to see her as reckless now, you see her as fearless and whatās the harm in trying to save the world?
ā armin arlert
probably his lack of survival instincts. or his insecurity because yes, heās witty AND he does have some survival skills in a intellectual sense but sometimes, he does lack it and itās scary. his insecurity not only has an affect on him but you too. itās really difficult to deal with and it can be draining. his insecurity links back into his survival skills too, heās so convinced heās a weakling that he freezes, he doesnāt try to fight. you just want him to stand on his own two feet confidently.
by the time youāre 19, you donāt argue about much. heās grown up so much, become so much more confident & everyone knows he gets closer to becoming commander everyday.
ā jean kirsten
iām sorry but this man is perfect š. I SAID IT, I SAID IT!! when he was younger, he acted like a bit of a arrogant. sort of acted like a big, strong man but heās not and he knows damn well he aināt! heās a team worker, kind, understanding and most of all strong and intelligent! heās the full package idc idc.
by the time youāre 19⦠youāre still the same. youāre in a more dire situation but, jean doesnāt change. heās still the heartfelt, strong, confident boy you met 4 years prior except he has a mullet now (š).
ā sasha braus
dare i say pretty much nothingā¦? like you guys probably barely even bicker. youāre both fairly happy, good people who are strong and can handle yourself! maybe the odd bicker about how she steals your stuff.
by the time youāre 19⦠gulp.
ā connie springer
heās very set on stuff⦠heās very blinded by his own opinions and doesnāt see the bigger picture. itās frustrating trying to explain minute details to him or asking him to see things from others perspectives etc. all because heās so opinionated!
by the time youāre 19, after all the tragedy and heart break, heās a lot more of an open book now. although one thing you do bicker about is him cracking jokes at the wrong time. still a major issue to this day i fear.
ā reiner braun
ahaš
probably the fact heās a TITAN⦠yeah, iād say that was a pretty big turning point in your relationship especially because he just blurted it out?? like one minute youāre setting up cannons and the next, eren is screaming about how your boyfriend and his best friend are the fucking titans??? like?? traumatic much? before that, you didnāt argue about much. only when he put himself in danger for others because yes, itās admirable but itās dangerous and stupid. you donāt wanna see him hurt!
by the time youāre 19⦠well. you broke up. not officially just due to uh, circumstances. awks.
ā annie leonhart
i donāt think there was necessarily anything major that you guys argued about, definitely just like little bickers about stupid things and annie would usually just close off until you both forget about it or apologised to get it over with. after the discovery of her being a titan and the killing of marco, you were absolutely heartbroken.
by the time youāre 19, you had also broken up unofficially.
ā bertolt hoover
nothing! iām sorry heās just too wonderful and perfect! that was until the inevitable happened, reiner exposed the two of them on a random tuesday. overhearing this conversation, you thought reiner was delusional, bertolt tried his best to get reiner to just shut up & stop talking but next thing you knew you were forced to fight your own boyfriend. you were furious, betrayed, hurt. you tried your best to let out your feelings of anguish while fighting him but, soon he disappeared.
by the time youāre 19⦠uhhh
ā levi ackerman
oh dear god um, probably the fact heās so closed off. it was difficult for him to even get into a relationship with you in the first place but then, he doesnāt allow himself to be open with you. heās so traumatised and terrified in losing you that he sees no point in opening up. itās really difficult because he doesnāt really realise heās doing it but whenever you try to bring it up, he gets defensive.
ā erwin smith
his need for the āsecretā. it drives you up the wall, itās understandable yes, but itās insane. heās so devoted and you love that but sometimes, itās overwhelming and a little scary. you argue about this every once in a while but especially toward the end, when they were so close to erens basement, you wanted to spend the rest of our lives together but erwin was willing to put himself and all his troops on the line for this, you thought it was selfish.
ā hange zoĆ«
nothing. sorry but just nothing, maybe their experiments with titans because like what the fuck thatās so dangerous? but usually, you know you can count on moblit to make sure they donāt die aha⦠even when they do get a bit too close to comfort to the titans itās less of an argument and more of a āhangeā jesus, can you please be careful?ā while they giggle happily š.
#anime and manga#attack on titan#aot x reader#aot fluff#aot angst#aot headcanons#attack on titan headcanons#aot imagines#shingeki no kyojin#snk x reader#eren headcanons#armin headcanons#mikasa headcanons#jean kirschtein headcanons#connie x reader#sasha braus#reiner headcanons#snk bertholdt#annie leonhardt x reader#levi x reader#levi headcanons#erwin smith#hange x reader#eren x reader#mikasa x reader#armin x reader#jean x reader#reiner x reader#erwin x reader
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(Inspired by a conversation with NAMELESS FRIEND saying they found Killie sexy and wanted X Reader fic and I was like BABE?? YOUR JUDGEMENT?)

Pairing: Killie x Reader (any gender)
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Killieās horrible little smokerās cough has taken on a new quality. After careful consideration, you decide that it sounds like someone taking a bladed implement to a piece of meat. A machete, maybe?
āWhatās that cough?ā You ask, interested from an anthropological perspective. Killie looks up at you quickly, like a small, wet creature that lives in a sewer peering up at an unexpected visitation from the outside world. A rat, maybe, with black shiny eyes, or an alligator.
āNothing,ā he says, although it being Killie sounds more like ānrtn,ā and performs a disappearing act, like the Cheshire Cat, but without leaving a smile hanging in the air. Heās off to ride five races in the soaking mist, a completely normal thing to do.
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In bed that night, you make a friendly pass at Killie, who coughs like Gollum trying to swallow a live squirrel. You tell him this. He looks at you, hollow-cheeked and burning-eyed like a medieval saint, and says āColmās vegetarian. Isnāt he?ā
āIs he?ā You say, before remembering not to follow Killie when he tries to distract you. āHey. You need a doctor.ā
In response he only hacks up a lung- Gollum has the advantage, but the squirrel isnāt making it easy - and regaining his composure, tracks back to the beginning of the conversation. The effort is gallant. āDidja want to have sex, then?ā
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The mention of Colm has given you an idea, and you manage to find out that heās on one of his mysterious peregrinations around England with a horsebox. The stars align, and he comes by at your request, and interprets the rest of your request as ādrop on Killie with the smooth inevitability of a landslide, wrap him in a bedsheet, roll him up and bundle him into one of the stalls of the horsebox.ā
In the passenger seat of the very disreputable Land Rover you admit to being slightly impressed by his technique (is this what he does with horses? What does Colm DO, anyway?)
Colm nods peaceably, giving the impression that itās no trouble.
Carrying the conversational torch, you comment on Colmās heavy foot on the accelerator. He looks at you with a completely different species of drowned-animal reproach than his brother - Colmās long-lashed eyes being more like a fawn sacrificed to a peat bog - and taps the speedometer.
āWe have to be above forty miles per hour?ā you interpret, cleverly. āWhy?ā
Colm looks at you.
You look at Colm.
āHe wouldnāt jump out,ā you say, reasonably.
Colm looks at you.
āHe wouldnāt jump out,ā you say again.
Colm sighs as heās forced to decelerate for an amber light. His eyes flicker to the rear mirror.
Thereās a quite small but proportionally fierce thump.
āFUCK,ā you say.
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Later that day, in possession of a Killie and his newly diagnosed pneumonia and his antibiotics in a brown paper bag, you meaningfully load a childās medicine syringe with chicken broth and then menace him with it, significantly; until he eats the chicken broth himself with a spoon, essentially at gunpoint.
Killie coughs. His cheekbones show the shape of his skull, and the shadows in their hollows are faintly stained lilac.
āSorry,ā he said. āI know you wanted to have sex.ā
You look at him fondly. Killie has got to be the least sexy thing the world has ever seen at the best of times, and right now he is worse. āI canāt imagine what gets into me,ā you say. āThatās not a sensible thing to want at all.ā
#Killie#Killie x reader#š#to be fair this is a niche kind of sexiness that Iām quite into#but struck me much as it probably struck DWJ when people said they fancied Howl Movingcastle#like to be fair I get it and Iām in the trenches too really but GIRL#girl YOU can do so much better!!!!#look at him#heās like a stray cat covered in engine oil
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Jinmao: Not a shojo romance
I feel people who come to Apothecary Diaries have a shojo expectation of the romance. Given thatās what the anime is labeled as, makes sense. Guy and girl are gonna meet, maybe misunderstandings and some bullying and awkwardness, a kiss and then bam, romance. Nope thatās not how this one works. If you read the light novels, you know. Itās twisty and complicated and not at all quick to work out. But that doesnāt mean it isnāt worth sticking around for. The anime has actually done incredibly well fleshing out that dynamic within a shojo / seinen context and even adding other aspects to it that I really appreciate (the moment in the gif is one of them, her checking for fever isnāt in the LN). That being said, there is more to it and in a time where weāre used to instant reward Jinamo isnāt a payoff youāre going to get right away, or close to soon at all but if youāre someone who can appreciate growth and crumbs then maybe their journey might be for you.
So letās lay out some perspective (spoilers below):
Jinshi went into the rear palace at around age 14, had to suppress his manhood with drugs and has been leered at by older creepy women and men his whole life while having to deal with the sex lives of others, including his own father. Maomao was mutilated by her mother, abandoned by her father and even when he came back it had less to do with her and more to do with his obsession over her mom. Her sisters pushed sexual acts on her to make her understand being a courtesan, they left her alone until she learned to be emotionless (she wasnāt born autistic, itās learned behavior and coping mechanisms from no one caring how she felt) and her adopted father took her in but even he can look at her in a disturbed way due to her intellectual curiosity. Her intensity with medicine and bent towards self-harm are due to a lack of self-protective mechanisms because no one was there to protect her in childhood. Thereās evidence even to suggest that she only experiments with poison in an effort to feel something and as she beings to feel more emotions in a normal way, she experiments on herself less and leans more towards medicine in its simple form for healing and not in poison. Luomen may have taken her in, her āsistersā kept her around, fed and did what was necessary for her but no one gave her the love and care she needed. Itās why she views love in a cynical, dismissive way and very much thinks she cannot or almost should not experience it.
With Jinshi, he has had no healthy relationship with a woman since he was young. Older women are predatory towards him due to his looks, heās watched both his āmothersā be consorts their entire lives and waste away due to jealousy, political issues and lack of affection and Suiren, while affectionate can treat him too much like the palace prince, alternately spoiling and disciplining in a way thatās dehumanizing. He didnāt have a father figure, we can argue about Gaoshun but he frequently mentions wanting to return to his own family and end his assignment with Jinshi, not to mention his exasperation, so to me the implication is while thereās a mild affection for having seen the young boy grow up, he doesnāt consider him family. So overall Jinshi has spent his whole life being watched over by strangers who feel no particular attachment to him while simultaneously getting leered at by inappropriate court women and men.
With all of these factors between the two combined, expecting these two to have a fluffy relationship is unrealistic. They were stunted emotionally, forced to grow up too soon, abused verbally and physically in different forms and traumatized. Left without real parental or friendly support, given no emotional tools to navigate the world and told to figure it out themselves. Itās a miracle theyāre not weirder than they are or more horrible to each other. Theyāre two people whoāve spent their whole lives having no one give two cares about them as people suddenly have one person whoās very intent on knowing them for them and that is not something either is used to. Maomaoās seeming disinterest in Jinshi isnāt about him, itās about his position. Everything else that has to do with him personally she takes note of, his habits, his moods, how he responds to her, even the smell of his incense, those minute observations tell us she cares enough to consider him. With Jinshi, he is like the young boy who teases the girl at first because he likes her. He wants to get a rise out of her because sheās so disinterested. But that doesnāt stay forever. Heās a boy whoās had to act like a twisted version of a man his whole life but finally been presented with the opportunity to actually be a man for once in pursuing a woman he likes. When Jinshi decides to actually go after Maomao in earnest, his maturity grows too.
Maomaoās telling herself that things donāt affect her isnāt ātruthā, itās her way of deflecting, if she says it then that makes something true that likely isnāt. Examples being, acting as if she didnāt know Jinshiās identity for the longest time, same with Loulan and how at one point she says she barely feels pain then almost cuts off her own finger before Jinshi stops her in the epilogue of LN 4. The whole moment is brought up to correlate her crying over the loss of her friends, being out of the palace and away from Jinshi but acting like she doesnāt care to her then over-experimenting and almost harming herself. This mimics her mother and Lakanās twisted beginning but the sense is the same, Maomao doesnāt know how to deal with emotion so she pushes it away and excuses it as something else. The point being that sheās a hurt young woman dealing with a lot in not the best way and Jinshi has his own way of dealing with things too, usually by being a bit childish. When they manage to make breakthroughs theyāre small but meaningful.
Their interactions can be uncomfortable at times because these are two characters who arenāt comfortable in their own skin. One had to fake being 5 years older than he was and the other had to be a parent to the only ones sheās had and those around her so acts like sheās 10 years older than her own age. Ironically as theyāre interacting with each other theyāre finally getting to be the young adults they never had the room to be. So yes that petulant, sometimes aggressive and childish back and forth they get into can be uncomfortable because itās just two young adults trying to figure out what love, friendship and partnership actually might look like as they never saw it modeled properly or have experienced it. Itās awkward, slow going and imperfect but interesting if youāre willing to stick around for it.
Like Maomao running her hand through Jinshiās hair or him kissing her on the forehead while sheās sleeping and having Suiren prepare her a bath after exhausting herself. Itās moments that show a mature, measured kind of affection theyāre growing into together. It also exemplifies the different kinds of affection they show. Jinshi is more the outwardly affectionate type, expressing a want to marry her, giving her the hair stick, even the brand to prove heāll allay her fears, while Maomaoās affection is expressed in how she cares for Jinshi, worries about his health and is thinking about him when she doesnāt need to. Different but equally complementary and necessary.
Remember too this is set during an imperial dynasty, there are going to be weird complicated roles and things we donāt see play out in the modern world now. And yes while the author could just have said throw that out and had them have an unrealistic romance across societal lines, Iām glad sheās made it realistic in how theyāre struggling to make it happen across the boundary of the imperial society they live in.
Lastly, itās fantasy. If some of the things these characters did happened in real life would they be ātoxicā, maybe, although we could argue about that too but itās not real. This is a fictional couple so sometimes I think people just want to stamp their modern view on it and say itās a certain way when they canāt or donāt want to see the larger narrative at play. Believe me, if he really did assault her, or was a pedo or doing something completely gross I wouldnāt be writing these long monologues about them being even an interesting fictional couple. Because I do think thereās a line to be drawn in books, I donāt even like most romantasy today because the MCs are too disgusting and the FMCs unrealistic for me if that says anything. But this isnāt real life where a lot of us wouldnāt even talk to someone like Maomao whoās burning her arm on a regular basis for experiments, weād be telling her to get help. Itās a fictional couple in a fictional world where there can be more twisty plots and thatās ok because we donāt need to take it so seriously. Watch the anime, read the light novels and enjoy it for the mental break itās all supposed to be. Let those who enjoy the romance enjoy it and if thatās not for you then hit fast forward and thereās plenty of mystery to be had. Thatās the good thing about Apothecary Diaries is it kind of has a sprinkling of genres for everyone. As for me, Iāll be excited for every Jinmao crumb along the way and writing these Iām sure annoyingly long rants Iām glad if anyone reads š
#the apothecary diaries#kusuriya no hitorigoto#jinmao#jinshi x maomao#maomao#jinshi#I think these are fun to write š
#at this point my brain just keeps coming up with ideas and I go with it#whether thatās a good idea or bad one idk#jinmao rambles
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Changing Perspective (Part 6)
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Damian came back from the shopping trip with tighter and more slick clothes then Danny in dark colours, which wasnāt really surprising and would help differentiate them more. He also came back with some books on animal biology, and a stuffed lion of his own, which Danny didnāt comment on lest Damian feel self conscious. He was glad Damian had been able to summon the courage to get a stuffed animal of his own, Danny knew he wanted one, no matter how much the sterner twin would deny it. They got home in time for dinner so Danny got to hear about their outing at the same time as the rest of the family. He was pretty sure heād hear more about how it made Damian feel later when they were alone, but Danny was very glad it seemed to have gone well.
When dinner was over he followed Damian up to his room, ducking in behind him and closed the door behind them. He went and sat cross-legged on Damianās bed while he started to unpack and put away his new things, setting up some of the decorations he got as well. Danny picked up the lion, running his fingers over its fur. It was softer then his alien but he liked his alien better anyway.
āSo, how do you feel?ā He asked, glancing up at his brother.
Damian sneered at the question but Danny didnāt back down, sitting in silence for a while, long enough that someone who didnāt know Damian might think he really wasnāt going to answer at all. Danny knew better, so he waited for his brother to organize his thoughts and gain the courage to actually speak openly about his emotions. āI enjoyed it, it was sort of overwhelming, but you warned me it would be. It was very nice going to the zoo, seeing all the animals. I made sure that it was a charity organization that treated the animals well before I let father take me,ā He said thoughtfully, without looking up at Danny.
āFather told me that we might be able to get a pet here, thereās plenty of space after all. He was vague about a timeline but it didnāt seem like a lie. I asked what the point of all these ornaments was and he laughed at me and said āto bring you joy,ā which is⦠the oddest answer I could imagine. But these things, they do make me happy to look at,ā He ran his fingers over a little figurine of a horse and itās foal heād put on his bedside table. āHaving an animal of my own would make me happier still, but it scares me as well. Such a weakness, it could easily be used against us. Even a treasured possession is a weakness I should not want, and yet do.ā
Danny hummed to show we has listening and rocked back and forth a bit as he thought about how to respond. āWeāre not going to get a pet immediately, like you said he wasnāt firm about a time-frame. And it will be our time frame as well, we donāt have to agree to get a pet until we can trust it will be relatively safe. The manor is well guarded, and even though we donāt trust our adopted siblings, or fully father yet, we do know that theyāre heroes donāt we? I donāt think thereās any way any of them would hurt an innocent animal to get back at us, no matter how much they hate us, and I donāt get the impression they hate us. Do you?ā
āThey could be hiding their intentions,ā Damian shot back defensively.
āThey could be,ā Danny allowed inclining his head a little bit. āBut theyād have to be very good at it wouldnāt they? Weāve both been taught to recognize body language, me even more so then you. If they could hide something from me theyād honestly be the first. I could pretty reliably even read grandfather by the age of eight,ā Danny pointed out.
Damian hummed thoughtfully at that. āYou still trust me donāt you?ā Danyal asked tilting his head and looking at his brother with puppy-dog eyes. His brother looked back at him and sighed rather dramatically, rolling his eyes.
āOf course I do,ā He agreed grumpily.
āGood, then trust me that I have seen no signs of deceit. I spent more time with both Tim and Dick today and it seems to me that, while theyāre wary of us because weāre new, they have honest intentions and donāt want to hurt us,ā Danny reassured, setting the stuffed lion down on his bed. āIāll leave you to unpack and think about that. If you need me, come in or knock on the wall and Iāll come to you,ā he promised and got up, trotting out of the room and back to his own to relax and read.
The next morning Bruce called them back into his office so they could help write the press release about the twins. It was nice to have a say in how the media and public would first find out about them, Bruce choosing to share some personal details about them that would help humanize them, like their interest and how theyād lived with their mother and controlling grandfather previously. Danny would have added that Grandfather was abusive but Damian still bristled at the suggestion so controlling and sheltered was about the best they were going to get. Bruce booked the press conference for the next day once he had their approval and then left them to their own devices for the day, letting them explore and settle in.
That was how the next few months went really, they met Barbra, and Clark Kent, and a few more family friends. Slowly expanding the circle of people they knew, easing them in to socializing more. They sparred with whoever was present and wanted to each morning, most often Cass, but sometimes Tim, or even Bruce. Damian learned to respect that there were things they could learn from their adopted siblings, and stopped trying to assassinate the others when he realized he wasnāt going to get any support from Bruce or Danny. About the fifth time he was properly scolded and grounded by Bruce for attacking Tim it seemed Damian gave up, though Danny wouldnāt put it past him to try again once they all let their guard down.
Danny was enjoying himself, he didnāt care much for the library, at least not as much as Damian did, but there was a decent non-fiction section with some things that interested him. So they read a lot, he played games with Tim with Damian as an audience sometimes, and most nights they would watch a movie together. Whoever was around would join in as Damian and Danny were caught up on some of the media they had missed being raised in the compound.
They watched a lot of Disney movies, The Hunchback of Notre Dame was Dannyās favourite, the Lion King was Damianās favourite. He had left the room for a bit after Mufasaās death to āget some fresh airā, they all pretended not to notice he had cried. Danny found it almost funny that Damian would have never cried over a humanās death, but that movie got to him. For all Danny wasnāt glad to see his brother upset, he though it was good for Damian to feel the full range of human emotions.
Finally, one morning after three months at the manner Bruce put down the newspaper he was reading and looked over at the twins. Damian froze in the middle of sneakily slipping his sausage onto Dannyās plate so he wouldnāt have to eat it. Before he could back down Danny reached across and snatched it, casually putting it on his plate and acting like nothing had happened. Bruce frowned at them, glancing back and forth between the twins, at Dannyās blithe smile and Damianās lack of objection or eye contact, and seemed to decide not to mention it.
āI have an interview scheduled for you two next week, just one for print, and maybe a couple of pictures. If that goes well I would like to bring you both on a talk show so people can actually see you. It wonāt stop the paparazzi completely or anything but it would help quell some of the fascination with you two to have some answers.ā
Danny glanced at Damian who nodded back at him before he looked at their father, nodding at him with a polite smile. āThat should be fine, I can do most of the talking and we can tell them Damian is shy,ā He joked, wincing a little when Damian kicked his ankle in retaliation. They would have to talk about it before the interview though. Danny was going to insist Damian let him do the talking, and not argue with him in front of the stranger, especially if they were asked about grandfather. āWho is the interview with?ā
āThe first one will be with Clark Kent and a Gotham reporter. Clark isnāt from Gotham but I know and trust him, and youāve met him before so I think heāll be a good buffer, and a sympathetic ear for your first interview.ā
āAs long as the people of Gotham wonāt be too upset our first interview includes a reporter from Metropolis,ā Danyal said with a little frown, Bruce would know better but Danny wasnāt sure.
āIām sure itāll be fine, itās well known that Clark is a family friend so theyāll understand,ā Bruce assured and Danny nodded, letting his shoulders relax. Bruce new the people of this city better then them after all.
āAlright, will we have access to the questions that theyāre going to ask ahead of time?ā Danyal asked, leaning forward against the table, having nearly forgotten his breakfast. Damian took the chance to transfer his second sausage to his brothers plate and steal some of his fruit in exchange. Reminded that the food was in front of him Danny stabbed the newly acquired sausage with his fork and took a bite.
āMost of them yes,ā Bruce confirmed. āBut keep in mind we donāt want the interview to seem too scripted. There will be a couple of questions that Iām allowing to be off the cuff, maybe to follow up on something else said in the interview.ā
Danny nodded, that seemed like a good compromise. āThatās fine, but we should still talk generally about the questions we know when theyāre submitted. Damian,ā He said turning towards his brother. āI want you to let me answer the unscripted questions okay? Iāll tag you in if I need it but you know Iām better with people in situations like this.ā Damian scowled but Danyal looked back, open and earnest and after a few moments of a one sided stare off where Damian glared and Danyal continued to blink normally Damian sighed and nodded. āAlright! I think this is going to be just fine.ā
āOf course,ā Bruce agreed with a reassuring smile, Cass gave them a reassuring smile as well, Tim didnāt seem like he was paying attention.
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(Interview with Daily Planet reporter Clark Kent and Gotham Gazette reporter Deb Donovan, written by Deb Donovan)
Bruce Wayneās newest children, and first biological children Damian and Danyal Al Ghul-Wayne have been mysterious figures since they came to live with their father two months ago. Bruce has been very protective of his two youngest children, insisting that they remain out of the public eye as much as possible while they settled in. Now, with school coming up, Brucie has decided to allow two hand selected reporters to interview his youngest sons, with his supervision of course.
We were welcomed into the mansion, offered refreshments by the familiar figure of the Wayne familyās butler, and lead to a sitting room where Damian and Danyal were already settled. Bruce Wayne, ever the protective dad, hovers off to the side.
(since the twins have the same initials Danyalās replies will be in italics)
DD: Good morning, Damian, Danyal.
Good morning. Itās nice to meet you miss Donovan, and to see you again Mr. Kent. Please call me Danny.
C: I told you Just Clark is fine Danny. How have you two been settling in with your father?
Weāve been settling in pretty well, though having other siblings has been an adjustment.
DD: Do you and your siblings get along?
Theyāre tolerable.
(Danny laughs at his brotherās response) An adjustment for sure! But Cass has been teaching us some dance, and Tim is showing us all the movies and game Mother and Grandfather would never let us watch so Iād say we get along just fine. Thereāve been some misunderstandings, but given the way Dami and I were raised before coming here that was bound to happen.
C: How were you too raised before moving here?
Well I think the kindest way to describe Mother and Grandfather would be⦠very strict. They had very high expectations for Damian and I, our grandfather was obsessed with us being heirs to Fatherās Legacy, (he makes sarcastic jazz hands). We are both technically geniuses but more then that, we both had to grow up before our time, no time could be āwastedā on play or leisure, we never went to a traditional school because they would only have held us back. We were very isolated, and it wasnāt exactly fun.
DD: So your father really had no idea you two existed?
No, Grandfather and Mother were careful to keep our existence secret until they thought we were ready to take over as his heirs. Grandfather was obsessed with blood and wouldnāt believe Bruce would rather have his adopted children take over things. And can you believe they thought Damian and I were ready to take over?! Weāre ten!
(Danny laughs again, Clark and I join in.)
C: To change to a lighter subject; are you two excited for school?
Excited and nervous! Again weāve never been to a normal school, we havenāt spent, like, any time with people our own age. Iām hoping to make lots of friends.
Iām just worried we will not be academically challenged and they will not be willing to advance us further due to social concerns.
C: Iām sure you have nothing to worry about, I know Bruce has got you both in a gifted program. What do you think your favourite subjects will be?
I love science and engineering, especially the things that I can get hands on with. Chemistry is really fun, and I like taking things apart and tinkering. Astronomy and astrology are what Iām really passionate about but I donāt know if thatās something weāll have classes on.
I am interested in literature and history. I doubt theyāll really be able to teach me anything new, but at the very least the library should have some books I havenāt read before.
DD: Well the mansion has it's own library doesnāt it? Whatās it like having a rich father?
Well heās the only father weāve got so we donāt know any different! (Danny laughs) Itās been a bit weird honestly. First week we were here he rented out the entire planetarium for me, and the zoo for Damian. That was weird, but it was weirder still getting to go through the gift shop and just grab whatever we wanted! It was really exciting, but nerve wracking too, like Iād never even had one stuffed animal before! And youāre telling me I can get as many as I want? Letās just start with one.
We do not intend to waste fatherās money on frivolities.
C: Whatās your favourite thing youāve gotten so far?
Oh! Hands down the stuffed grey alien I got! I like the texture of the cloth, itās really soft.
I like the suits father bought us, theyāre very professional.
(Danny sticks his tongue out at his brother, Damian ignores it)
DD: Itās been wonderful to meet you both. Iām sure youāll do well at school.
Itās been great to meet you too! Sorry Damian didn't say much, heās shy.
C: Thatās perfectly fine, I know there will be chances for other interviews. Maybe even live.
Weāre looking forward to it!
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Deb and Clark took a few photos of the twins alone and with their father for their articles before they left. As she left the room, escorted out along with Clark, she couldnāt help the shiver that ran up her spine. She had held it together well during the interview but she couldnāt shake the odd feeling that she had just escaped something very dangerous. She was a reporter in Gotham, she was no stranger to danger, and she usually trusted her instincts but these were two children! Not even really pre-teens, so why was her hind-brain screaming PREDATOR!
Sure Damian was a little bit unsettling with the way he sat perfectly straight and glared, but it wasnāt Damian her instinct reacted most strongly to. Danny was sweet, with a bright smile and open posture, but there was still something off, and dangerous about him. In the way light reflected out of his eyes⦠She just needed to write up the interview, then she could go home and write this off as an odd bout of anxiety.
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Danyal finally let himself relax once the reporters were gone, next to him Damianās shoulders noticeably dropped once they were alone with their father again. All was quiet for a moment Alfred walked in carrying a tray with a pot of tea and a plate with cookies, two for each of them by the looks of it. āI think you all deserve a reward for making it through your first interview. Come sit Master Bruce, I suspect that the interview was nearly as nerve-wracking for you as it was for the boys.ā
Bruce chuckled and came to sit down as Danny dove forward to grab one of the cookies. Alfred tutted at Danny's impatience as he poured them each a cup of tea and passed them out.
āI still donāt like the things you said about Mother and Grandfather,ā Damian sniffed as he took his own cookie with more dignity.
Dannyās mouth was already full of the buttery sweet treat so he just shrugged as he chewed, swallowing before he answered. āWe agreed that it was for the best, this way we donāt have to exert too much energy pretending to be normal children.ā
āYou mean I wonāt, you donāt have any trouble pretending to be ānormalā,ā Damian sneered. There was a long moment of tense silence as Danny refused to look at his brother.
It was rare that Danyal found himself completely at a loss for what to say, but he was now. He was struggling, he found it exhausting interacting with so many people, but he didnāt want to say as much. A part of him felt like Damian wasnāt trying hard enough and heād be able to do it too if he cared, but Danny hadnāt been able to kill. How had they made him feel about his peaceful nature? He didnāt want to make Damian feel the same way now. The interview had been exhausting, he couldnāt fight with his brother now, even though he knew Damian was just trying to release the tension he too felt in the aftermath. Besides Damian needed to trust Danny's ability to navigate this situation, something that had already been shaken when Damian had realized Danny really wasn't planning on helping them replace their adopted siblings.
āYou can have my second cookie Damian,ā He sighed, putting down his half full cup of tea and got up. āIām going to go back to my room.ā Damian looked shocked and Bruce looked worried but no one stopped Danny as he left the sitting room. He headed towards his bedroom before changing his mind and heading to the library instead. He wouldnāt be found quite so quickly there and he needed a little time alone, and he didnāt doubt Bruce would try to come check on him.
He found a book and stole a cushion from one of the chairs so he could curl up in a sheltered corner, though he didnāt end up reading the book. He watched a patch of sun move across the floor with the slow passage of time, until he fell asleep curled up on the cushion. It was usually an effective way to avoid his feelings.
#dc x dp#my writing#fanfiction#danyal al ghul#damian al ghul#tim drake#bruce wayne#alfred pennyworth#clark kent#demon twins au#multi part fic
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Can you do a Yandere ZZZ men getting rejected. like the genshin version same reason that they just weren't their type and misunderstood. Also I saw this art about Seth older brother.
https://x.com/yougei_/status/1872198958057169238
omg pls if Seth's brother isn't something cool like that. They bring him up slightly in Harumasamasa story and I was so O.O tell me more.
Happy new year everyone! Welcome 01/01/2025!
Wise, Ben, Billy, Anton, Seth, Lycaon, Lighter, Harumasamasa - drugging, fighting, suggestive themes, I think i made it pretty gn so it could go either way, knocking out.
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Wise:
It takes a lot of courage for someone introverted like him to speak up about his feelings. He goes through all the possible scenarios before even bringing this up, deciding that if he's going to be true than he will shoot his shot in person and not message you the dozens of deleted texts he had initially typed.
That's why when you say 'no', it's very disheartening but he's not all that scared about the consequences.
"The city is a terrible place, you know? Generic crime is the least of its worries, not when corruption is rampant in every security and business corporation that exists."
You're not really listening to his rambles, shoulders shaking as you cry through the gag in your mouth, saliva ripping down your chin. Your arms are tied tightly behind you, around the back of the chair you're sitting on and preventing you from moving freely. When Wise finally removes the blindfold from your eyes, the room around you is blurred by your constant tears. He has the generosity to wipe them for you, seeing your a concrete room with a few necessities. A bed in the corner, a small couch, a television with some movie tapes (nothing too scary), a small, wooden coffee table. You see a mini fridge ahead and the bottom of a staircase. There's no windows, though a mirror behind a plastic sheathe in front of you shows a room behind you with a toilet and possibly a shower.
Despite your spit coating your face and the hyperventilation through your nose, he tenderly cups your chin and kisses the corner of your mouth, almost shyly if it weren't for the heated glint in your eyes, "Humans can adjust to anything, with time. Don't worry, you know I'll always keep you safe, with or without your consent."
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Billy:
"What do you mean?! It's because I'm a robot, isn't it? That's low, starlight, suuuper, suuuuuuper low."
You shake your head, smiling innocently with your hands up to indicate that that's not the case at all. "Billy, you're one of the most charming people I know-"
"- Then date me! C'mon, I promise I'll be the perfect partner for you. I'm your knight in shining armour, after all! Literally," he taps against his chest to make a 'ding ting!' sound.
You refuse the laugh that bubbles up, thinking back to all the times he has 'coincidentally' been there when you needed it most. "Yeah, about that... I wanted to talk to you..." How do you say this? 'Billy, be honest, have you been stalking me?' It is probably best to just be out with it, "Have you been following me, Billy? It's kind of weird that we keep running into each other all the time, especially whenever you seem to think I'm 'in danger'." Which could literally be you mis stepping and having him rush over to you in worry from seemingly nowhere.
As a robot, you'd think one of the better things he was capable at was lying. However, the animated nature of his gives him away too easily. He knows that all too well, deciding it was easier to just come out with the truth. Billy nervously rubs the back of his neck, "Ah, Anby said it would come across as creepy... But, you have to understand from my perspective, starlight! You're made of breakable materials. Flesh, bones, muscles, meat, it's all something that can be so easily taken advantage of."
With a sigh, you shake your head, hoping to get through to him since he obviously has the wrong idea about your species, "No, we're not that fragile. Humans-"
"-No, but, see, you are!" He's too into it now, grasping your wrist with little effort. You step back in shock, wincing at the pain, asking him to let go but he doesn't. Billy's voice is softer, the yellow lights of his eyes narrowing in on the pained expression your face so easily portrays, "I'm not even using a lot of pressure here. If you listen closely, you can hear the splitting of your bone. No, seriously! Put your ear to it," he holds up your wrist when you start to cry, looking around desperately for anyone nearby. It's late, not even a bangboo in sight.
With a loud 'snap!', your voice chokes and your crumple to your knees, except Billy doesn't let you fall to the ground. He picks you up in his arms and holds you to his cool, metal chest. He's cooing over you as you cry and cradle your wrist. You look up with such a hurtful expression, "W-Why did you do that? I need a hospital."
As if something clicks, he quickly changes mode and started fretting, holding you tighter, "Oh, shoot! Dammnit, starlight, why'd'ya make me do that? I didn't mean to go that far. Hah... Come on, let's get you home and fix you up. No more late night escapades, 'kay?"
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Ben:
The guilt riding him when he takes you is immeasurable... He knows it's for the best. Statistically speaking, you're more likely to get hurt without him around to protect you. It's just unfortunate it had to go this route.
At the moment you were in a cage in the corner of his home office, shaking with anger and cold as he had stripped most of your clothes in punishment, your arms restrained behind your back and a blindfold to keep you more sensitive. He checks the time on the corner of his computer; it's only been 20 minutes.
Once you rejected him, he had seemed to take it in stride. It wasn't meant to be, sometimes you see a juicy fish just too late and miss it, he had to move on.
But he couldn't.
Your fiery attitude and boisterous laughter filled the calm void inside him. You are everything to him.
So one night, when he's walking down the street to clear his mind, he sees you getting off work late. When salmon travel upstream to go home, it's the bear's job to catch it. Or, something like that. With the way his mouth salivates and his body jitters in excitement, he can't help but compare you to a delicious meal, even if he doesn't want to devour you - in that sense.
Once you wake up, you fight, of course you do. He doesn't necessarily blame you for it, but, bad behaviour needs to be punished. It's when you tried to bite through his thick fur did he snap. Intentionally hurting someone is a no-go. Though, it is your first offence. Another ten or fifteen minutes and he'll let you out.
"I don't want to keep you trapped here forever. I'd like if we could go out together, too. We just need to be civil about this," he states, hoping to appeal to you with calm incitements.
Instead, you grit your chattering teeth and curse, "Fffff-uck yo-ou."
His shoulders sag, his frown deepening as he turns back to his monitor to continue working.
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Anton:
He and his bro had spent countless hours rehearsing and none of the answers to come out were negative. So, how is it that you say anything but a resounding YES?
"I dunno," you say, shyly rubbing your arm as you avert your eyes, "I just always thought I was one of the guys. Whenever you introduced us it was always 'Anton and his two bros'."
His jaw goes slack as his brain catches up. It takes a moment of cogs turning and mathematical calculations as every moment he's ever 'friend-zone'd you comes flashing in his mind. Then, he bursts out laughing, his large hand coming to land on your shoulder, "Dude, no way! Okay, I can see where you might think that." In a completely different display of affection, one you haven't exactly experienced from a man like Anton, he runs his hand down your arm and catches your own hand in his, collecting your other as well to intertwine his fingers and hold you close. He swallows the lump in his throat, as though saying it a second time is harder than the first, - though in his defense, he and his bro had concluded that you would say yes after the first confession, this wasn't in the script. "I really do like you, (Y/n). A lot. I'd do anything for you."
Anton truly is one of the sweetest people you know. However, "I'm sorry, Anton. I think our lifestyles are just too different to begin with. But hey! I'll always be your bro!"
It's getting awkward, and you have to tug a few times before he lets go. With a small farewell, you turn on your heel to leave and give you both some time to think. He will be okay, Anton always bounces back, no problem!
Except, he doesn't. In another turn of events for someone like him, he zeroes in on a nerve near the back of your neck and hits it hard. Immediately, you collapse into his arms, unconscious.
The drill on his hip shifts from the adjustment he has to make to carry you, causing him to look down before averting his gaze with a guilty conscience, "What? Don't look at me like that, they were getting away! Besides," the smile of his is unparalleled as he stares at your sleeping face, "We just need to show them their place with us; they'll come around."
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Seth:
He knows it's wrong, it's so wrong. The stalking. The lying. The manipulation. Saying something as, "Wow! What a coincidence, I didn't expect to see you here, (Y/n)." is enough to make his heart hurt with deceit. You deserve better, you deserve the word.
But you just won't listen.
You run down any empty alley to help someone who calls for help and have been scammed and attacked four times this month because of it. Yes, he knows he does it too, but, he has the skills to deal with it! It also means your money gets stolen easily and you're left with cup noodles every night for a week because you can't afford a proper meal. Not to mention your sleep schedule taking a toll because you refuse to close up shop if a customer is taking their time because you don't want to 'hurt their feelings'. Or what about that cat bite that struggled to heal because-
Seth takes a deep breath, calming his racing and distraught thoughts. His superior Zhu Yuan said it herself, "If someone I love kept putting themselves in danger, then I'd step in, no questions."
He's offered countless times to handle things, to get you to call him in any sort of emergency, and wishes so badly that you would accept his feelings rather than saying something stupid like you'd get in the way of his goals.
Why is he so scummy?
The sound of the lock to your shop is loud in the empty street. It's 11pm, you usually shut at 9 tonight. You're so tired and unconcerned that you don't even jump at his presence when you finally turn around. Your parted lips spread into a smile, tired eyes crinkling as you greet him, "Officer Seth! What a lovely surprise, are you out patrolling?" When you step forward, you notice that he's hunched in on himself, a prominent frown on his usually cheerful face, ears back and looking solemn. You come even closer, unaware of any possible signals he could be giving you to stay away, "Seth? Are you okay, what's happening?"
Instead of saying anything directly, he just walks forward until his body meets yours, collapsing into you for a hug. You let him melt in your embrace, hands coming up to rub his back gently and pet the soft tufts of his hair, murmuring how you're there for him. He has to stop his hand from shaking when he holds up the injection pen, calmly moving your hair away from your neck as though he was simply returning the favour of comfort. "I'm sorry," he mumbles into your skin, his own tired eyes closing to shut out the world, allowing it to be only him and you, "It'll only get worse if I do nothing, and it's already so bad now."
You don't have time to ask him what he means, the sudden pressure in your neck causing you to yelp. The sting comes after the shock, you try to pull away but he doesn't let you move, only continuing to squeeze you against him as your legs buckle and go numb. "Seth...?" You whisper his name, looking up with such a worried expression that he can't help but smile softly.
"No, dummy," he lifts you up when your arms go paralysed next, walking in the direction of his car, "You're supposed to scream for help when something happens."
Your lips wobble as you begin to cry, unsure of what your dear friend is planning by doing something like this. His car comes into view and you shift your head against his chest, voice weak, "Help."
"Shh," he hushes you, savouring your warmth in the quiet night, "It's too late for any of that now. You'll be safe with me."
For weeks he had been dealing with this dark, malicious substance oozing through his veins at the prospect of doing something so criminal. Now, though? Now, as he holds you and feels you and sees you in front of his, he feels like everything is suddenly right with the world. He must've been overthinking everything like usual.
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Lycaon:
You shouldn't be so surprised to see that Lycaon has such a nice apartment. His job isn't exactly middle class and he rarely spends money outside of his fur upkeep products.
Still, as you sit the wet umbrella in its plastic sheath - curtesy of the building staff - next to the door way, you can't help but look around in awe. There's no a lot going on, a large lounge that has enough space for at least ten people, accompanied by a larger tv that is currently off. An open kitchen, hallways to the left and right, an upstairs with a balcony over half the floor plan.
And a lovely table and chairs by the floor-to-ceiling windows that looked over the city of New Eridu, which was currently pouring with rain and being illuminated by lightning.
Lycaon was standing by the lovely table, placing down the teapot down after pouring two cups before turning to face you. In an unusual turn of events, he wasn't wearing his signature uniform which you have grown accustomed to seeing, instead, he was in a simple black, buttoned down shirt and long pants. He hadn't changed the patch and belts on his face, however, which he regards with a tender touch and explanation, "Apologies, I barely had time to change before you arrived. Even though I invited you over, it's unforgivable of me."
You purse you lips at him, walking towards the set-up and stating, "You said you had feelings for me and yet you still talk to me like I'm one of your clients."
The corners of his lips tick up in a dejected smile, "I suppose it's habitual at this point. Besides, I'm still a little unsure how to go about this."
He pulls out the chair for you to sit, your body resting in the comfortable cushion on the hard seat. It takes you a moment to realise that what you said probably wasn't the best call right now. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that... I was just trying to lighten the mood."
This time, his smile is a little more sincere, "Please, do not worry about it. Our previous meetings have been a tad awkward so I understand."
This relaxes you greatly, your shoulders sagging in relief. You turn your attention to the hard rain hitting the windowsill next to you, the home is warm but you're close enough for the cool air on the window to still hit you, "It's really coming down, huh?"
"Indeed," he agrees, not that he could really argue against it. Lycaon takes your cup and opens a small sugar bowl, taking a spoonful and stirring until it all dissolves, "I believe the forecast stated that it would be storming all week."
"I hope the outer circles are okay, they tend to flood easily," you mindlessly pray, accepting the teacup once he's placed it back on the saucer. You both enjoy a silence of words as you sip from your respective beverages, the rain soothing your mind.
Lycaon's ears flicker every-so-often to the sound of thunder, an endearing attribute to witness. You wonder if days like these would be common if you had said yes. It would be nice, but, you know now just isn't the right time for something like that.
Lycaon considers differently.
He clears his throat after a while, once you both had enjoyed a substantial amount of tea, "I must admit, my reasons for inviting you over are not quite... honourable."
You finally look away from the drowning city lights and to your friend, "What do you mean?"
He sets his palms in his lap and takes a deep breath, exhaling from his mouth to steady any unease, "I'm afraid I won't be allowing you to leave here, (Y/n). I've contemplated back and forth about my actions and decided that this was the most favourable outcome."
Confusion hits you before any sort of fear or anxiety, "Huh? Are you going to kill me?"
When Lycaon stiffens at that, you can't help but feel like your joke wasn't exactly off the mark. It's only until he shakes his head, almost exasperated, that you finally remember to breathe, "Goodness, no! I would never entertain such a thing. I merely mean that unless supervised by myself, you won't be leaving the premises."
You roll your eyes and play along, "Okay, so, do I have to find a hint to unlock the door? Is this a new thing for your business-" everything suddenly blurs and you double over in exhaustion. What the heck? It takes a moment to recover but when you do, you stand abruptly from the table, both hands steadying you as your body is overcome with unease, "Actually... I don't wan'na to play anymore..."
One step turns to two, and perhaps you get another half in before you're knees are collapsing beneath you and Lycaon is holding you up. He's kneeling, carefully monitoring your condition to make sure you go down as simply as the drug entices. He's talking calmly, saying something to soothe the process, perhaps, but you'll never know beyond the jumbled noise being muffled by your own hearing.
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Lighter:
"You're not taking this seriously!" You shout at him, charging forward to get one good, hard punch to his cheek.
Lighter easily sidesteps you, grabbing a hold of your arm and twisting it backwards. You yelp in pain as he pins you down, finally doing something other than dodging your attacks, "Oh? Is that better or, do you want me to punish you more?"
His knee rubs suggestively between your thighs, your eyes tearing up in frustration as you thrash and kick. Mercifully, he retreats off of you and you you're quick to stand in another defensive position, "What is your problem?! If you're going to fight me than fight me properly!"
"I think you've forgotten that you're the one who issued this challenge," he pushes his sunglasses up his face nonchalantly, refusing to take them off despite the fact it's nighttime.
You growl and rush in to deliver a swift kick to his shin - which he artfully evades, "Only because you won't leave me alone! I'm fine by myself, I've always been fine by myself! I only ever started having troubles when you came into my life!"
He tuts and shakes his head, jumping back from another attack, "You know Big Daddy says it's not okay to tell porky pies. Little pigs like you who do get in big trouble for it."
That makes you falter, stepping back in bafflement and frankly a bit of discomfort, "What?"
Lighter is quick on his feet, stepping aside you, kicking out to trip up your ankle and catching you from behind. He spreads your legs with his own and holds your wrists behind your back, "If it weren't for me, nobody in the outer ring would look twice at you before robbing you blind and leaving your body dead in a ditch. Vulnerable city folk like you aren't exactly welcome here."
"Why go through all that trouble for someone like me, then?" You try to get out but this time, he isn't faltering, so you relinquish yourself for a moment of clarification, "If you guys hate me so much then why did you step in?"
"Because I like you. I really, fucking like you. And all I wanted was a bit of thanks and appreciation," he leans down to mumble in your ear, biting the lobe not all that gently. Again, you're pushed to the ground, his hips easily keeping you down without so much as breaking a sweat, "I win. Now, as per our agreement, this time you have to say, 'yes'."
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Harumasamasa:
You're hands are shaking so badly that you can't hold a cup of liquid without spilling it. Your head is swimming with nausea and you seeing double of everything. How long had he been doing this without you knowing? Was this why your back didn't seem to ache the same way anymore, or your knees or your shoulders?
The door to your cell opens and you're greeted with the man himself. It's amazing how easy it is for people with power to abuse the system. "So, how're you feeling, honey? Changed your mind yet?"
"Y-You're a monster," you spit, stuttering not because you're scared or cold, but because your teeth won't stop chattering from withdrawals.
Harumasa laughs, closing the cell behind him and crouching down so he's at the height of your quivering body on the bench, "Awh, I never claimed to be a good guy! But, I wouldn't go as far as say 'monster.' Still," he reaches out and gently tucks back some of your hair, "In this scenario, you might not be wrong."
You jut your head back, smacking the brick wall with the back of your skull, 'thud!', "Fuck off."
"Oof," he winces, eyes cringing, "That had'ta hurt. C'mon, baby, just say yes and I can make all this disappear."
You're swaying from lack of balance, gods you think you might throw up, "Can't you find someone else to force your love onto?"
He stands abruptly and the motion makes you fall back, only being supported by the construction that was now the cause in your skull, "Nope! I want you. I have since I started dosing you with these." He pulls out a baggie of colourful tablets, his medication for his rare affliction. Sighing wistfully, he cradles the rainbow meds against his cheek, "If it weren't for these bad boys than I wouldn't have been able to get you do addicted to me. No one else can help you now, honey. I'm all you've got."
"Someone will come," you wish under your breath, body falling forward while you clutch your stomach in pain, "Someone will notice."
Harumasa purses his lips at you, humming in thought. With a defeated moan, he pockets the medication and stretches his arms above his head, "Welp, let's see how strong your will is after another day in the cell." Striding to one corner of the room, he grabs the little, plastic rubbish bin and brings it between your legs, "Here, you're gonna need this. The next 24 hours will not be fun for you."
You only notice he's gone when the shutting door echoes through the room, too lost in trying to keep your withdrawing body from keeling over.
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His Highness, Your Meowjesty - Chapter Two
Guard Cat

As the carās headlights flashed in your eyes, you thought of one thing: In your next life, you wanted to be rich. You had said that, but you didnāt want to be a cat!
In which you wake up in the body of a cat with your past memories and befriend the kingdomās crown prince, Mydei.
Fantasy Isekai AU
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Slowly regaining consciousness, your eyes opened, surprised at the sharp vision of the dark room.Ā
That was right; you were a cat, and as one, your eyes were better than humans.Ā
You didnāt realize it had become so late.Ā
So much for a nap. It was more like a sleep.Ā
Standing up from your comfortable spot, you stretched out your body to alleviate the tension in your limbs.Ā
The uncovered window provided faint moonlight to the dimmed place, and you wondered why there were no barriers.Ā
Wasnāt it dangerous to leave it open like that?Ā
You pondered that question, staring at Mydeiās peaceful expression while tilting your head.Ā
He doesnāt seem concerned about it, so neither should you.Ā
Maybe your new owner had no enemies. That was a welcoming thought because if he had no enemies, that means no one would try to kill you. You could live a long and prosperous life being his feline companion.Ā
Purring at the realization that you have chosen well, you hopped off Mydeiās chest and nimbly landed on the floor.Ā
It wouldnāt hurt to familiarize yourself with your surroundings; after all, this was where you were going to be living the rest of your life.Ā
Observing the different furniture in a new perspective was weird, but you mapped them out in case you needed the knowledge.Ā
As you explored the rest of the area, your ears twitched, hearing a slight noise coming from the window.Ā
They say curiosity killed the cat, but you say satisfaction brought it back.Ā
Blending in with the shadows and sneaking your way over to under the wallās opening, you remained there, patiently waiting to hear more.Ā
After a moment, you heard something⦠or someoneā¦
With your ears perked up, you heard indistinct voices coming from outside.Ā
āDid you bring everything?āĀ
āYeah, do you think Iām dumb or something?āĀ
āYeah, I do. Last time, you forgot to bring the knife. How do we kill without a weapon? That was embarrassing. We had to retreat.āĀ
āWell, we have our hands, donāt we?āĀ
āYeah, and Iād like to see you choke out someone like him without him waking up.āĀ
Assassins? This late in the night? Noā¦Ā
You had been wrong; Mydei did have enemies, and they were at his doorstep.
No, you couldnāt let them take him away from you! He was your saving grace from the streets. You need to stop them right now.Ā
Pressing yourself against the wall, you waited until they stepped foot into the room.Ā
Once you saw feet, you swiftly darted to stand in their way.Ā
Not expecting an obstacle, one of them fell to the floor, pulling the other with them, and they both landed with a huge thud.Ā
āOw!ā
Turning around, you hoped Mydei heard the loud ruckus, but his form was unmoving and unaffectedāsleeping soundly.Ā
ā¦How can this guy sleep this well knowing his life was constantly at threat? How did he survive this far?Ā
āYou clumsy HKS. Why did you fall and take me with you?āĀ
āIt wasnāt on purpose. There was something in my way.āĀ
āWhat was it?āĀ
Their eyes adjusted to the darkness, seeing a small shape before themāyou.Ā
Realizing youāve been seen, you arched your back, hissing to try to alert your owner, making noisy meows.Ā
If he didnāt wake up from the sound of them falling, he probably wouldnāt wake up from your noise, but there was an attempt.Ā
āWhat the? Since when did he have such a disgusting animal?āĀ
Disgusting? You were very dignified, thank you very much.Ā
āLetās just kill it and be on with it.āĀ
āFirst time Iām agreeing with you.āĀ
One of the assassins made a swing with their knife and you dodged it with your quick reflexes, scratching their hand with your claw.
āY'ouch!āĀ
The other one tried to grab you by ducking down with outstretched arms.Ā
Easily moving out of the way, you slipped through their legs and sprinted towards Mydei in hopes of waking him up.Ā
But before you could reach the blonde man, you felt pressure at your scruff.Ā
Crap!
Letting out a hiss, you struggled as the hand maneuvered you to face your capturer, unable to move because of your weak spot.Ā
āGot it. Now we can deal with it.āĀ
You werenāt going to go down without a fight. It didnāt matter if your movements were restricted, your mouth could still move.
Loudly meowing, you continued to make their lives harder.
Mydei, please wake up! You refused to believe he wasnāt awake with all the commotion.Ā
āCan you hurry and shut it up? Weāre running out of timeā¦ā
āToo late.āĀ
A familiar unamused voice rang out, silencing the intruders.Ā
The assassin that was holding you, dropped you at the unexpected noise, cowering when they realized the person they were trying to dispose of was wide awake.
Landing on your feet, you rushed behind Mydeiās legs, hissing at them from your cover.Ā
Finally, your savior! Show them, Mydei! If you were in your human form, you would be sticking out your tongue in victory.Ā
Mydei towered over the two trespassers, darkly staring them down with crossed arms.Ā
āTrespassing on royal grounds. Do you know the consequences?āĀ
ā...Uh, yesā¦ā they dumbly let out.Ā
Shaking his head, Mydei frowned, āIf you two know what it is, you should know better. I am letting you go, but know that I am not doing it for your sake. It is for mine.āĀ
Nodding without another word, they returned from where they came fromāthe window.Ā
And you were bewildered at their obedience. It was as if they had gone through this same song and dance before.Ā
Wondering what that was all about, you weaved through Mydeiās legs to sit before him, meowing for his attention.Ā
You wanted to ask him if he had done this before, but all you could do was make cat noises.Ā
Damn your inability to speak. Losing your way of communicating greatly pained you; however, you werenāt sure if Mydei was ready to see your human side. Also, you werenāt sure if you were ready for the process.Ā
What a way to change between formsā¦
Picking you up, Mydei held you outstretched before him, scanning you for any injuries. āYou are quite the brave one, Kitty. Might be more than a lion.āĀ
You knew. You wanted to protect him. āMeow.āĀ
Suspiciously looking at you, he asked, āDo you understand me?āĀ
Yes. āMeow.āĀ
Slightly laughing with a glint in his eye, Mydei admitted, āIf you do, your efforts in defending me were not in vain. I must confess I was awake the whole time. I wanted to know why you ran off from me in these late hours. I had thought you were proving the merchantās belief to be true, but you are just a naturally curious creature, arenāt you?āĀ
Your cat instincts were hard to ignore⦠āMeowā¦āĀ
āDonāt worry about me. I have gone through these attempts many times before. I am used to it. Luckily, they were all amateurs.āĀ
But you didnāt want him to go through it anymore. āMeow.āĀ
āAre you on my side?āĀ
Yes, no doubt about it. He saved you from being a stray and from those people even if he waited before coming to your rescue. Besides, you wanted to live comfortably, so getting on his good side would be beneficial to you. āMeow!āĀ
āThen let us head back to sleep.āĀ
No complaints here. Purring as he carried you to the mattress, you nuzzled into his arms. God, he was so warm and inviting.Ā
Mydei climbed back onto the soft material, gently depositing you besides him.Ā
Softly petting you, he wished you a good night. āSweet dreams, Kitty.āĀ
Curling up against him to steal his heat, you didnāt stop rumbling until you fell unconscious.
You could get used to this life, assassins and allāas long as his hand never leaves you.Ā

āEurypon!āĀ
An enraged woman marched her way through the intricate hallways of the palace towards the throne room with a purpose.Ā
A bored man drifted his eyes over to her as she slammed open the doors, anger as clear as day on her face.Ā
āThere was another assassination attempt on our son, and you are not doing anything about it? Do you not care for him?ā Anguish evident in her voice.Ā
āHah, another one? Mydeimos is old enough to handle those problems on his own. You are just coddling him.ā Dismissive. Cold.Ā
She fought. āHow can you say that of our own flesh and blood? Where is the man I married at the Kremnos Festival?ā
He deflected. āI am still the same man. Now, I have different priorities.āĀ
āAnd what are they? Tell me. What is more important than our family?āĀ
āGorgo, please. There are more pressing matters to attend to than some lowly peasants trying to kill a grown man capable of returning the favor tenfold.āĀ
āLike what?āĀ
āLike expanding our territory and strengthening our numbers.āĀ
Gorgo couldnāt believe her ears, disbelief crossing her expression. Those were more important than keeping their son safe and alive? She couldnāt stay in this room any longer.Ā
With no room for argument, she firmly stated, āThis is not the end of this discussion.ā Retreating for now, Gorgo stomped back to the hallway, fuming at her husbandās behavior.Ā
MydeimosāMydeiāwas their kin, her precious son. If he was taken away from her by such force, then she would have failed as a mother.Ā
These assassination attempts⦠Gorgo had a hunch that Eurypon was behind it, but she had no proof except for his nonchalant attitude.Ā
ā¦How can she obtain evidence?Ā
Gnawing on her fingers, she was too focused on formulating a plan to hear Mydei greet her.Ā
āāther.āĀ
Think, Gorgo, think. There must be some way to get her hands on incriminating proof.Ā
āāother.āĀ
Biting her lip, she groaned in frustration. She had no way of exposing her husbandā¦
āMother!āĀ
Hearing her son, she quickly snapped out of her daze. āMydei?āĀ
He was standing before her with furrowed brows and worried eyes. āAre you okay?āĀ
āFine, thank you. I was justāā Cutting herself off, Gorgo took in the sight of her son with an unfamiliar creature around his shoulderāit stared right back at her, slowly blinking.Ā
She had never seen you before.
And she had never expected to see her son with an animal such as you.Ā
āYou haveā¦ā Pointing, Gorgo continued, not knowing what to say. ā...That isā¦āĀ
As if he forgot you were there, Mydei glanced at his shoulder, realizing you were casually lounging on him. Pausing for a moment, he thought about his next words before saying, āShe was the one who saved me from the assassins last night.āĀ
A mere cat saving her son? How silly, but she will humor it, wondering how it came to be with him.Ā
āDid you name it?āĀ
āKitty.āĀ
Furrowing her brows, she frowned. āThat is no name for someone who saved your life.ā With a hand on her chin, she studied youāyou matched her gaze.Ā
You are technically a kitty, but you deserve an actual name.Ā
She wrung her thoughts for a name, carefully thinking.Ā
Hm, what about⦠noā¦
ā¦This thenā¦?Ā
No, it didnāt fit you.Ā
How aboutā¦
Finally, Gorgo said your nameāyour name from before you woke up here, and she could have sworn your eyes brightened at her suggestion.Ā
Mydei tested your name on his tongue, savoring the sound.
Nodding in approval, he agreed with his mother. āI like it. She will be called that from now on.ā He scratched your head while repeating your name to you, and you purred as one of your eyes kept itself on Gorgo.Ā
You seemed to be more intelligent than you let on.Ā
Maybeā¦
An idea sparked in her mind.Ā
āMydei, may I borrow her for a moment?āĀ
Stopping his hand with you protesting with a brief meow, Mydei looked at her with confusion, unsure of his motherās intentions. āWhy?āĀ
āPlease! Sheās adorable. I want to spend some time with her.āĀ
āBut I have not spent much time with her eitherā¦āĀ
āSheās yours, so you will.āĀ
Defeatedly sighing, Mydei conceded, removing you from your perch on his shoulders to give you to Gorgo. āI will be outside if you need me.āĀ
Not lifting her eyes off you, she nodded, acknowledging him.Ā
Mydei walked away, and Gorgo dashed to her separate room with you letting out a surprised sound at her enthusiasm.Ā
Once in a safe spot and away from prying ears, she plopped you on a chair across from her.Ā
Clearly saying your name, she watched for your reaction.Ā
With you resting on your front two paws, you readily responded, āMeow.āĀ
Gorgo hadnāt been lying; you were very cute.Ā
Smiling, she lightly tapped you on your nose, and you let her. āYouāre smarter than you let on, huh?āĀ
āMeow.āĀ
āMydei says you saved him last night. Is that true?āĀ
āMeow.āĀ
āI must thank you for that. Even if itās not true, I can tell you probably did your best to protect himācall it intuition.āĀ
āMeow!ā
That last noise sounded a bit proud. You were so darn adorable; no wonder Mydei took a liking to you.Ā
Holding back a laugh, she politely asked, āMay I ask you for a favor?āĀ
Tilting your head, you made an inquisitive sound between a chirp and a meow.Ā
ā...I have a sneaking suspicion Mydeiās father is the one behind the attempts on his life. May I ask you to watch over Mydei and keep an eye out for Euryponās schemes?āĀ
To her surprise, you nodded, throwing her off and having her question if she correctly saw that.
Rubbing her eyes, Gorgo looked at you again. āI must be going crazyā¦āĀ
A cat that understands human language? Preposterous.Ā
You shook your head as if you disagreed with her.
More likely than she thought⦠and the notion you were not an ordinary feline briefly popped into her mind.Ā
ā...What are you?āĀ
You blankly stared at her, not giving anything away.Ā
Of course, if you were anything but a cat, you wouldnāt want her to know. The fact still stands that you had tried to help her son, and you were agreeing to continue to do so.
Understanding your kind intent, she reasoned, āWell, as long as you are on Mydeiās sideā¦āĀ
Sliding a hand over her face, she couldnāt help but be stressed over recent events.Ā
Sensing her distress, you jumped off the chair, going over to her.
Feeling a nudge at her feet, Gorgo looked down to see you, asking for permission to go up with two paws on her knees.
Gorgo patted her lap, and with you taking it as a sign, you quickly hopped up, curling into a ball and parking yourself there.Ā
She continuously ran her hand down your back in a petting motion, feeling some tension release from her shoulders.Ā
At this point, you thrived from being doted on.
Closing her eyes and relaxing at this therapeutic act, she softly thanked you, āI needed this. Thank you, Mydeiās little guard cat.āĀ
And well, you guessed you are now.
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Hloš©· Can I have a obey me scenario of the 7 brothers (seperately) finding out that MC knows pole dancing and just discovered it when they entered her room without knocking and saw a literal pole with her spinning on it.
Lucifer
He knew he should have knocked, but the matter on which he had to speak with [Y/N] on was urgent. So, Lucifer thought that, just for this one time, it would be acceptable.
Opening the door and seeing them there, spinning around on a pole he was quite sure had not been there some months ago, he was taken aback to say the least. Lucifer didnāt know humans could be so graceful. āMy apologies,ā he said at first, āI did not mean to interrupt yourā¦workout, but I needed to talk to you about something important. If you couldā¦come down.ā
Mammon
Being the Avatar of Greed, Mammon had been in some of the best clubs in the world. Several of them included dancers. Beautiful aerial sirens who were there to distract the customers, so they wouldnāt focus on their bets, and make their pockets that much easier to pick. Never him though, Mammon was always focused on his money, but he had seen it all.
Yet when he saw [Y/N], spinning in the air, he understood finally why they were such a draw.
āW-Where did you get that?? Why are you spinning on a pole?? Youāre not thinking of working down at one of the clubs are you?! I wonāt allow it!ā
Levi
Levi had been so excited when he found the new Easter Egg in his game, that he had to show [Y/N] right away!
He figured it would be ok for him not to knock this one time. This was very important after all. When he opened the door and found [Y/N] inverted on a pole, his face immediately went red and he had to cover his nose. āW-W-Wh! What are you doing?!ā
Heād seen moves like this before, in some of his animes and a few games as well, but never in person. Seeing [Y/N] doing them, in person, put a whole new perspective on it. One that made him think of pole dancing cosplays, and spinning maid-kuns in his roomā¦.
Satan
Finally! He had figured it out!
After combing his latest series for months. Reviewing every note he had ever taken on each book. Then finally coming to the conclusion earlier that afternoon, Satan had finally figured it out! He knew who the murder in their murder mystery series was and he had to tell [Y/N]!
Rushing to their room with unprecedented enthusiasm, Satan flung open the door with equally unprecedented glee. ā[Y/N]! I have it! I finally figured itā¦.ā His voice and enthusiasm trailed off as he saw them on a pole in their room. Stopping mid spin but clearly in the middle of a routine. āI uhā¦.Iāll come back laterā¦.ā He then quietly apologized and slowly closed the door.
Asmo
ā[Y/N]-chan~! The new issue of Devil Style just arrived! I thought we could look at the new jacket lines and take this cute couples quizā¦.ā Asmo trailed off as he looked up from the pages to see [Y/N].
Clearly, he had caught them in the middle of something. Namely practicing their pole moves on the newly installed polished chrome in their room.
āYou got a pole in here!ā Asmo gushed. Completely abandoning the magazine on the floor to rush over and touch the silver. āOh wow! Who knew you had it in you? Are you practicing for anyone special, eh? Need an audience to provide critiques? Or maybe show you a few moves ā”?ā The demon giggled as he was already climbing on the pole as well. Ready to play.
Beel
He knows he should have knocked. Usually, Beel wouldnāt even consider going into someone elseās room without knocking, but he was so focused on the new parfait treat at Madam Screamās that all his brain power was focused on that. āParfait. Parfair. [Y/N]. Parfaitā
Beel had planed to invite them to come with him, always a good sport for trying new things, and was surprised to see them on a pole when he came into the room. āWhoa. Whatās that?ā
As [Y/N] slid down, Beel came to inspect it. āHey. Iāve heard of these actually. Theyāre for like pole-robics arenāt they?ā In his quest for new workouts in his evolving fitness plan, Beel had come across the term but never seen it in practice. Innocent enough to think thatās the only thing it was used for. āI beat this is a great core work out. Can I try sometime? Do you think it would hold me? Hmmmā¦maybe Iāll need to order a heavier duty one so we can workout togetherā¦?ā
Belphie
Belphie had a bad habit of sleepwalking. Or, more to the point, half-sleep-half-walking in most cases.
He had woken up from one of his mid-afternoon naps to go find [Y/N] and finish his nap in their room. Not recharged enough to want to socialize, but wanting to be around them.
As usual, he didnāt bother knocking on the door. Belphie just letting himself in and seeing [Y/N] there. Spinning around on a pole in the middle of the room. Not the oddest thing he had dream of; as he assumed he had to be dreaming.
Saying nothing, Belphie just walked over to their bed and laid himself down. When he woke up, and the pole was still there, he just said, āwowā¦.dream come true.ā
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Simon X Reader
(K9 Series, from reader perspective)
TW: mentions of animal death, Abuse, emotional Distress/Trauma, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, Violence, Sexism.
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Another dog trotted past the windowāa spaniel, I thinkāits tail wagging like a banner as it practically dragged its owner along.
Panzer had never been one for leashes. The one time I tried, he gnawed through it in minutes. Despite his wild streak, he never strayed far. He slept curled between my legs, his head resting on my thigh, always close, always mine.
Or at least, he used to.
My lips thinned as I leaned my head against the cool glass of the hotel lobby window. Simon had still been asleep when I woke. Iād taken his keys, packed up my things, and loaded the car before making my way downstairs.
The lobby had been bustling earlier, but now, with breakfast service over, it had emptied out. I considered grabbing something to eatāuntil I caught sight of the ground breakfast meat. My stomach twisted.
The first meal they gave me after I was captured was meat. I had already taken a few bites before I noticed the familiar tan fur clinging to it.
I havenāt touched it since. I canāt.Ā
I checked my watch again. Our flight was in a few hours, and Simon was still nowhere in sight. I couldnāt blame him. If I could sleep that soundly, I would have.
I wanted to ask him how he did it.
Price had let me read his file. I knew what heād been throughāhow Roba had used him, broken him. I knew about his home life, his father, how his mother and brother were killed.
And yet, somehow, he slept.
I never could. Restless nights drove me to rooms with locking doorsāPriceās office, the bathrooms, even a supply closet. Something about having the power to keep them out made sleep come easier.
The memory of Simonās face when the door clicked shut flickered through my mind. I wanted to open it again, to tell him it wasnāt his fault. I wanted to say, Surely, you understand.
But maybe he didnāt.
Maybe he was stronger than me. Maybe he didnāt need a locked door.
Sleep had been just another thing Panzer helped me with. His presence was a comfortāalways watching, always guarding.
Before I could dwell on it, Simon rounded the corner. His phone was clenched in his hand, duffel bag in the other, his jaw tight, anger flickering in his eyes.
He wasnāt wearing his mask.
I didnāt know why he wore it in the first place, and I knew my confusion showed. Johnny had noticed once, chuckling as he toyed with a tangle of wiring.
āNothing special underneath there. You get used to it,ā heād said.
Lately, that seemed to be everyoneās answer. The base psychologist. Johnny. Even Gaz, after I flinched at his touch.
Youāll get used to it. Itāll get better. It takes time.
But what if I didnāt?
What if no amount of time could fix the year and a half Iād lost? What if I never got used to it? What if, ten years from now, I still missed Panzer just as much?
Would that be okay?
I wanted someone to tell me it would. That it was okay if it never got better. That I didnāt have to move on, or heal, or let go.
That I could just be, and that would be enough.
Simon scooped up the keys from the table, letting out a relieved sigh as he sank into the booth.
āThought you left,ā he mumbled, head tilting back against the seat.
His words caught me off guard, though they shouldnāt have. Maybe it was the way he said it.
I wanted to tell him I wouldnāt have left. I wanted to ask Why would I? Where would I even go? But the thoughts tangled in my head, stuck somewhere between my mind and my mouth. Every time I opened it, nothing came out. It was like my body had made the decision for meāDonāt say it. Just let it go.
I hated that. I hated that silence had become second nature. That it always felt easier to swallow things down than to let them out.
Simon shifted beside me, head rolling to the side until his gaze met mine. He didnāt say anything. Neither did I.
There were things I wanted to askāquestions that had been sitting on my tongue for weeks, maybe longer. About him. About the mask. About how he could just close his eyes and sleep while my mind never let me.
But I couldnāt form the words.
So I did the only thing I could.
I lifted a finger to my cheek, tapping it lightly. A quiet gesture, but it was enough.
Simonās brows pulled together in confusion. His gaze flicked between my face and my hand like he wasnāt sure what I was getting at.
I hesitated, then reached out, gently tapping his cheek. The contact was brief, barely there, but his eyes sharpened with recognition.
āIn the bag,ā he said after a moment. āCanāt wear it through the terminal.ā
That was it. No further explanation.
I missed Johnnyās ramblings, the way he could fill a room with words without needing anyone else to speak. I missed Gazās patience. I missed the space Price gave meāno questions, no pressure, just the offer of room to breathe.
I leaned my head back against the window as I watched the world move beyond it. People passed in a blurācouples dragging suitcases, parents corralling restless children, business travelers walking with purpose. Lives moving forward, unburdened.
I envied them.
Minutes passed, maybe more, before Simon finally spoke.
āWe need to go.ā
I didnāt move right away, lingering in the moment, as if staying just a little longer might change something. But it didnāt.
With a quiet exhale, I pushed myself upright and followed him out.
The car ride to the airport was as silent as the first time. The plane ride even more so. No conversation, no questions, just the steady hum of the engine and the occasional shift of Simon in his seat. I stared out the window, watching the world stretch out below, shrinking into something distant.
By the time we landed and made our way back to base, Price was waiting for us.
He stood near the entrance, arms crossed, his expression unreadable but his stance stiff with displeasure.
Not at me.
At Simon.
Price didnāt say a word as he turned on his heel and led us inside. The walk to his office felt longer than it was, the echo of our boots against the floor filling the silence..
Simon stepped inside, and Price gestured towards the chair next to the door.
āSit,ā he ordered.
I did. Price shut the door behind him with more force than necessary, but it did nothing to block the sound.
āWhat the hell were you thinking?ā He asked. āPutting your hands on a superior officer?ā
Simon's answer was calm. āHe had it coming.ā
Price exhaled sharply, āYou donāt get to decide that.ā
āThey call her K9, Price. You know why?ā
There was a long pause.
Simonās voice dropped lower, more bitter now. āThey donāt call her K9 because of the goddamn dog, Price. They call her K9 because they think sheās a bitch. Thatās how they see her. Thatās how they treat her. I didnāt know what it meant. I thought it was some dumbass joke, some stupid fucking reference, but now I know.ā His voice rose angrily.Ā āI know what they really mean. And Iām not just gonna let them walk all over her.ā
There was a long pause.
Price finally spoke, his voice hard again. āShe didnāt need you to fight for her, Simon.ā
āIām not fighting for her,ā Simon shot back, āIām just not standing by and letting them treat her like shit.
āIf you think you know best,ā Price said, his tone almost resigned, āthen fine. You want to take responsibility for her? Congratulations. Youāll be the one to bring her along on the next mission. Youāll train with her, run missions with herāeverything. Sheās your responsibility now, Simon.ā
Finally, the door to the office creaked open. Simonās frustration was palpable as he stalked out, his brow furrowed in irritation. Without a word, I grabbed my bag and followed him into the barracks.
Johnny was in the middle of tossing a small ball in the air when he spotted us. His grin was wide, eyes lighting up.
āWelcome back, K9.ā
Simon whirled around, voice sharp. āDonāt call her that.ā
Johnny blinked, his smile faltering in confusion. āWhy?ā
āBecause I said so. Pick a different damn callsign if you want to call her something.ā
Johnny didnāt miss a beat. āHushpuppy.ā
Simonās eyes narrowed, and he growled low, āNo.ā
I couldnāt help itāmy lips twitched into a small smile as Johnny winked at me, his focus returning to the ball as he sent it spinning in the air.
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100% Angel taught us a "bad word" he said it was a bad word ,but it's just a random word we don't have the definition of ,idk like aluminium .
And one day we got big feelings and be like "I'm gonna say a bad word!"
Alastor : don't you dare young lady!
"Aluminium!"
Everyone is confused af , husk already know what happend and Angel is absolutely loosing his shit cackling on the floor
That sounds like something that would actually happen.
And congratulations on being the first ever request i have received! And i hope i could write your request as you imagined, dear anon! (ā āā ā¢ā į“ā ā¢ā āā )
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Angel probably does it to tease the others at the Hotel, but man he probably is forbidden being alone with little [y/n] and probably Vaggie saying something like "who knows what he can teach her!" And alastor just agrees with Vaggie because he doesn't want his little sunshine to be corrupted by such foul language because in his perspective Angel could have said such an innocent word one and the next time you will be running to him calling him 'bit*ch' or worse! Plus it's unacceptable for a young lady like you to speak such an ugly language (he means bad words) .
But you probably continue to think it was a bad word until someone explained to you that it wasn't but until then you would babble it out to tease your papa and other hotel members.
I can also imagine that Angel Dust teaches little [y/n] something in Italian that sounds inappropriate but is an innocent word,or maybe even french so you could confuse and also somehow make your papa alastor sigh in exhaustion for example the word "Phoquer" which means seal in french but as a little kid you pronounce it wrong so instead of "Phoquer" you say "F*ck" which almost makes the hotel members pass out and Angel like always laughing but then you snitch him to Alastor saying he was teaching you animals in french.
Anyways Angel just gets death threats from Alastor and gets banned from being with you on his own!
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Do you believe L would prefer to be with someone who is smart academic wise or some other brainy smart or would he not mind someone who is āaverageā but has something outside of academics they may excel at? (history, cooking, art, baking, sports etc)
Hi there anon! Thanks for question. I've actually theorised about this exact topic a couple of times before, and I might actually have an unorthodox opinion about it. But before I start my analysis, I would like to refer you to a few metas that I personally find extremely compelling and which have also shaped my view of L.
Toxic love, by @lunalit-river
An analysis on L's monster speech by lux-mea-lex (lots of great metas in their livejournal)
A short interpretation of the monster speech by @lawlightautismtruther (also check the debate on that one, it's very interesting to see the different opinions across the fandom)
How L and Light judge each other and other people
Just about most of @my-one-true-l 's metas about L, like this one and this one about L's flaws.
@43501 has a great meta about L in a relationship which I agree with wholeheartedly.
Apologies in advance for the length in this rant of mine. I like to analyse L from different angles, as you might've guessed š
Short answer:
I think L would appreciate someone who makes an effort to meet him where he's at and accepts him for who he is. Someone he can have a conversation with, but is ultimately kind and trustworthy. These two qualities would be to L like a lifeline, because it's something he's missing on an intimate level. While Watari is loyal to him and cares about his well being, these are different types of relationships.
>>>>>Long answer under the cut
So, one of the things I find that helps me when looking at L from this romantic perspective is to search for clues across canon (manga, anime) and the expanded universe (L:CtW, LA:BB, drama, Spiraling Trap, etc) that explain what's going on in his head and, most importantly, what makes him interested in people.
As per your question:
Do you believe L would prefer to be with someone who is smart academic wise or some other brainy smart or would he not mind someone who is āaverageā but has something outside of academics they may excel at? (history, cooking, art, baking, sports etc)
Let's approach this in two parts. If we were analysing this from a relationship POV, whether romantic or platonic, I can see two major interpretations:
(Chapter 20: First move) Here's a screenshot of L losing a tennis match to Light. Makes him less daunting, doesn't it? To know even L can lose at not-so-mundane-but-still-quite-normal things he's supposed to be great at.
01: The intellectual allure vs a supportive SO
There's oceans of difference between being a genius and someone who can give L support and companionship, despite not speaking the same "language". This would not be too dissimilar to couples with wildly different career paths (ex: a nurse and a software developer) who meet halfway and actively choose to understand each other. It has to do with common goals and values, your life project together.
Love is something you choose every day. Staying in a long-term relationship is choosing to be vulnerable and to share your life with someone you find kinship with. Unorthodox L may be, but as Fu Takahashi (who plays L in the 2020 musical) said:
(...) despite his superficial image as a smart guy who hates losing, he actually feels lonely and needs affection, I imagine (...) He tries to control his emotions, like the feelings towards his parents, or romantic feelings; thatās why he is sort of dependent on games or battles of the mind.
The above quote is super important, in my opinion, considering how difficult it is to pin down L's true personality. If we go by Spiraling Trap terms, he falls for a main character who pays attention to his (dessert) needs and makes him feel 'seen'. Taken cared of. Someone who is genuinely kind to him and wants to do him a good turn because they care about him. We can extrapolate that this is, perhaps, due to his isolationist tendencies and lack of meaningful contact with the sort who take time to want to know the true L and what he likes. To that kind of person, L isn't just the world's greatest detective or a machine, lacking human emotion --- that person acknowledges that he has feelings, likes and dislikes, and isn't malicious towards him.
Consider that L lies a lot. He'd lie twice saying "good morning" if it suited him, which makes for an unhealthy dynamic. However, for those he truly cares about, I believe he would be far more careful to safeguard the few genuine connections he has in life and thus try to curb some bad behaviours to the best of his ability.
I believe @43501 put it best when they mentioned how L would prefer an [educated, clever partner] but that he'd be drawn to people who are [interesting and offbeat]. I would argue this doesn't mean a double PhD level of intelligence, but rather someone who is curious about the world, who talks to him like an equal (i.e., not as if he's superior or inferior to them). There would need to be something to that person that made them unique to L --- but uniqueness in the context of someone who suppresses their emotions so strongly, and would find themselves to be starving for affection once they found that source of comfort and support, I believe that uniqueness could be kindness.
Accept the man despite his quirks and flaws, in all his intensity, and I believe it would be impossible for L to be indifferent to that kind of genuine devotion. After all, he's been without all his life and likely never thought he'd find it. It's possible that, in his loneliness, a part of him even thought himself to be above such things, but what a tumble it would be, for L to find that he's a man dying of thirst.
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Now, in manga canon (and throughout the source material closest to it), L and Light find a degree of interest in each other for how similar they are in intellect. This creates a connection, even respect between the two, allowing them to see beyond each other's mask. It's thrilling, a cat and mouse game which they arguably become addicted to. Once L dies, Light even muses how Near is lacking by comparison, undeserving.
However, if we go by what V13:HTR says regarding their relationship, then L does think quite poorly of Light beyond their matching intellect. This is more or less explicit in a couple of scenes in the manga and anime where L muses about how much Light talks, how cheesy he is with his faux morality, putting up an act.
No matter L's interest in the game with Light, he doesn't trust him. Trust is paramount to build a healthy relationship. Theirs would be a toxic, petty relationship standing on foundations of distrust, and a thirst for constant competition.
From this perspective, L arguably wouldn't be in love, but stuck in an addictive powerplay. Very engaging to read about; certainly challenging (and interesting!) to write ā but not so good to live through. The best case scenario I can see for such a relationship would be something like the series Vicious with Sir Ian McKellen and Derek Jacobi, in which they settle into a constant clash of snark.
I talk here about the prospect of L being 'out of balance' emotionally, which makes him dive into games of the mind to distract himself from his burdens.
02. Appreciation for another type of individual, the average...Sam?
(Chapter 21: Duplicity) Added this one here because this exchange always makes me chuckle.
I'd like to focus on the 2015 drama to establish a parallel with this 'average' Sam concept.
In this adaptation, Light is far more 'normal' than in any other. He diverges from his original canon self in various ways, though the most interesting for me was how the drama tried to show what Light, as a regular young adult, could be if he wasn't an extreme genius, a perfect guy in the eyes of society --- and how this shift would contrast with L.
Drama Light:
Goes to concerts
Is a fanboy
Is clumsy
Gets bullied
He's not the perfect guy with an immaculate reputation. It brings him further down to the ground, like us common mortals.
Both L and Light found solace and appreciation in the differences of their mindset. A more 'average' Light still managed to connect with L, leading to this scene:
If we consider the drama and then extrapolate a few conclusions from these interactions, we can argue that an 'average' but grounding presence in L's life would do him good. An uber genius might be able to follow L's thought process more easily, but they can still become an issue or more easily turn on him for the intellectual competition and to surpass the world's greatest detective.
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TLDR; I would argue that an average individual would still be a perfect match for L, perhaps far more than an incredible genius. L would value kindness and care far more than super intellect, especially if he was on the receiving end of this kind of genuine connection.
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i said i was going to talk about why suzanne collins used the raven perfectly in sunrise on the reaping (and i havenāt seen many people talking about this) so here i am to talk about it.Ā
if you donāt know, the poem lenore doveās name comes from is āthe ravenā by edgar allen poe. i know the final chapter(s) of sotr include a lot of the poem, but i still suggest that people go and read the entire thing. as haymitch says at some point in sotr, maybe a few times, āthe ravenā is about a man losing his lover, lenore, and being super depressed about it while a raven shows up to fuck with him. interesting premise, right?
now, we already see some of the poem coming true in sunrise on the reaping, and haymitch acknowledges this: haymitch, acting in the role of the poet, loses lenore dove (who is, of course, lenore). haymitch compares himself to the poet, getting depressed about his lost love. but something i havenāt seen people talking about, and something haymitch himself never mentions, is the fact that some (including me) believe āthe ravenā is about a man sad about losing his lover who he accidentally killed. see, haymitch hasnāt sat around analyzing āthe ravenā, but i have, and i am here to tell you about this connection and its relation to sunrise on the reaping.
if youāve read sotr you probably know where iām going with this, but before i go there, i want to tell yāall about why i believe that in āthe ravenā the poet (otherwise known as the man whose perspective the poem is from) accidentally killed lenore. and why do i think this? allusions!Ā
what is an allusion, you ask? according to wikipedia, an allusion is as follows: āallusion, or alluding, is a figure of speech that makes a reference to someone or something by name (a person, object, location, etc.) without explaining how it relates to the given context, so that the audience must realize the connection in their own minds.āĀ
in other words, an allusion is a reference to someone or something specific (you cannot allude to a concept like death, for example) for the purpose of giving readers/viewers a deeper understanding of what they are consuming, should they pick up on the allusion. obviously we are given some context for āthe ravenāās presence in sotr ā it is lenore doveās name poem, and it relates to haymitchās own feelings about losing lenore dove. but there are more aspects of the poem, like that accidental killing thing, that you would not know about if you havenāt read and extensively analyzed āthe ravenā.Ā
so, why do the allusions in āthe ravenā make me believe that the poet is to blame for lenoreās death? well, first off, letās identify some allusions. let me just say, there are a lot of allusions, and i am not going to talk about all of them, but i will talk about a few that support my point.
first: stanza 7, line 5, which reads, āperched upon a bust of pallas just above my chamber doorā. pallas is most commonly known as another name for the goddess athena, but pallas is also the name of a close friend of athenaās who athena accidentally killed. athena was incredibly sad about the death of her friend, and she ended up creating a statue of pallas in pallasās honor. thatās not super important, but hey: explicit allusion to a myth of a goddess accidentally killing somebody she deeply cared about. 1 point for the accidental murder of lenore theory.
onto the second allusion that i believe best supports my point. now, iāll admit, this one is a bit more of a stretch, but stay with me, alright? stanza 15, line 1: āāprophet!ā said i, āthing of evil!āprophet still, if bird or devil!ā
prophet. now, i may be a bit of a greek mythology nerd (alongside, yāknow, a hellenic polytheist), but i saw this part of the poem where the poet addresses the raven as a prophet and immediately thought of apollo. apollo, best known as the greek god of the sun, is also the greek god of prophecy. ravens are one of his sacred animals. well, you ask, what does apollo have to do with accidental murder? even more than athena, in my opinion, at least in the context of āthe ravenā.Ā
see, hereās a myth many people have at the very least heard of: apollo and hyacinthus. hyacinthus was a spartan prince and one of apolloās lovers. now, there are a few versions of the myth of hyacinthusās death, but the most relevant (and well-known, i think) version in this case is the version where, during a game of discus, apollo accidentally hits hyacinthus in the head, killing him. accidental murder strikes once again, and with yet another (possible) allusion to greek mythology.
but, one final allusion. stanza 15, line 5: āis thereāis there balm in gilead?ātell meātell me, i implore!ā gilead is a region known specifically for its medicinal/healing balm, which is clearly being referenced here. i, personally, believe that the reason the poet was asking the raven this is because he is wondering if there was a way he couldāve saved (or healed) lenore.
now, letās connect all this to sunrise on the reaping.
we all know that haymitch didnāt outright kill lenore dove himself, but through both his actions of rebellion and his feeding lenore dove one of the poisoned gumdrops, there is an argument to be made that haymitch is somewhat at fault for lenore doveās death. as we also know, haymitch ā of course ā tries to save lenore dove once he realizes sheās been poisoned. he first tries to get her to throw up the gumdrops she had, but when that doesnāt work, haymitch asks lenore dove if she has any charcoal tablets, which saved him when he was poisoned in the arena. in my opinion, the charcoal tablets seem like a reference to that line about balm in gilead. haymitch accidentally has a hand in the death of lenore dove, and ā like the poet in āthe ravenā ā he tries to save her, but is ultimately unsuccessful. this sends him into a spiral. now, it does look up for haymitch in the end, as he doesnāt straight-up die like the poet of āthe ravenā does, but hey. thatās not what this analysis is about.
this analysis is really all here just for me to say that suzanne collins utilizes āthe ravenā in such an interesting, expansive way that most readers wonāt ever fully appreciate or understand, and i want more people to know. (also, while reading āthe ravenā can give you a better understanding of sotr, i read sotr before analyzing āthe ravenā and i can report that it works both ways. sotr definitely helped me analyze āthe ravenā and what itās about.)
so, yeah. dislike sunrise on the reaping all you want, but you canāt deny all the thought, work, and research that clearly went into it, bc this is 1) super cool and 2) a level of attention to detail that i strive to have as a writer myself.
#can you tell i didnt know how to end this post? yeah. i didn't.#anyway i did this instead of paying attention in history class (which i still feel guilty about tbh š)#sunrise on the reaping#sotr#suzanne collins#sotr spoilers#sunrise on the reaping spoilers#haymitch abernathy#lenore dove#lenore dove baird#haydove#thg sotr#the raven#edgar allen poe#the raven edgar allan poe
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Ok so this a word ramble that I originally shared to a few folks, and then went āwhat the hell sureā and Iām sharing this here. Though this is more word ramble rather than structured then anything Iāve written analysis wise. The only reason why itās less structured then what I normally do is because if I were to do this properly, I would genuinely go make a PowerPoint and multiple animatic examples to prove a point for a made up what-if š I have to go be productive haha
Ok here we go
How we could have a Mizrak and Olrox intimacy scene actually work
This is hypotheticals Iām not actually trying to say it should be this way, Iām just really interested on this concept because it CAN work and it makes my brain excited. Also side point- you can also very easily achieve all of these scenes without a sexual intimacy scene as well, itās honestly just up for can be portrayed and want needs to be conveyed to the audience. As long as the main ideas that need to be said are said!
Iāll preface beforehand too, this will be having Mizrak in particularly lean into a more positive viewpoint on it simply because I think we need more positive accepting sex scenes in animated queer scenes, especially with a repressed gay man coming to accept vampirism aka queerness. I think thatās neat in contrast to a lot of intimate scenes that arenāt so positive :D this also means a lot of it will come with my a lot of my own personal opinions!!
First of all, it would build an entirely new perspective on mizrak for us as an audience! There is so much we viewers that we do not know about him. Yet Olrox is so comfortable sharing alot of his emotional vulnerabilities to him, unlike Drolta in the graveyard scene. This type of physical intimacy literally has some baring their entire self to someone else. Nakedness is vulnerability. Mizrak is also a āwarrior monkā who wears armour. So youāre literally stripping him of not only his armour, weāre stripping him of the label heās had since who knows how long. We go from warrior monk to just Mizrak. Every single scene of him in Nocturne is just defined by his monk title, never Mizrak. Which is also why itās hard for a lot of us to imagine him in clothes other than his monk attire.
His monk attire is now however gone because drum roll. Heās a VAMPIRE. This is important I swear!
(Side tangent his ārebirthā scene at the end of episode 08 when heās revealed to be a vampire was unbelievably really fucking good)
Heās going to be dealing with a lot of self identity issues, his self image and how he feels about himself. He was already pretty repressed beforehand, and now all the walls are crashing down. Firstly as mentioned before, nakedness is a form of vulnerability. It would be such an interesting and unique way to showcase an acceptance of his identity. Itās both of his new identity of vampirism but also his identity of being queer. Almost as if having the reverse occur in the story of Genesis, where Adam and Eve become ashamed when they realised theyāre naked. The opposite happening for Mizrak would be just interesting!
Another point is that we can explore Mizrakās acceptance of vampireās having a soul/life! I semi-explored the concept in an animatic not that long ago just because the idea just intrigues me sooooo much. I kinda want to explore it further but busy atm š, though I would genuinely make space and time to work on something like that regardless of what show/film it is. Emmanuel learns the concept that vampires/night creatures have souls, that they remember their lives beforehand when he turns Drolta into a night creature. It is totally up to audience interpretation if Mizrak recognises learns vampires have souls through this line:
āIf you have a soul Olrox, and maybe you do, I hope it finds peace.ā
However, through an intimacy scene, you could absolutely cement Mizrak learning then and there Olrox does indeed have a soul. Solely because, Iām going to get pretty NSFW here, Olrox is reacting to Mizrak, heās reacting to whatās happening to each other BAHAHA. Heās getting emotionally invested in the moment, beyond the physicality, which could click something in Mizrakās brain. There is a life to Olrox because that vampire is sweating and moaning HAHAHAH, which if he were to be truly soulless and lifeless, he would not be doing all of that. Heās a breathing, living person who has a soul. Ensue Mizrak accepting and giving in š
Sure this probably happened between episode 3 and episode 4 in season 1, but for us to only see it now would mark an importance for Mizrak. Itās important for us as an audience to see this recognition because it will fundamentally change him and progress both their narratives. Every Mizrak and Olrox scene from episode 03 of season 1 to episode 08, something changes and something moves forward.
Speaking of life, Olrox has not been living. Heās depressed and traumatised. Heās the what-if he just killed the person who killed his lover dilemma for Dracula (thank you Tack for that!) He hasnāt lived since his lover died UNTIL Mizrak. I personally havenāt had seen so much life in him until he was fighting Drolta, saw Mizrak wounded and then started RUNNING??? Itād be really interesting conceptually to see Olrox be āaliveā in a much more safer private space, just between him and Mizrak!
This is also something you can very very easily achieve in 2-3 minutes, which is how long most of their scenes together are because theyāre side characters. Or even less, 30 seconds itās entirely possible to convey all of the above in little time. Power of visuals is important!!! Censoring is also not an issue too, I think you could censor this to hell and back but with smart and powerful storyboard choices from whoever gets the blessing to do it, concrete writing, you can actually have something that goes along narratively with the love theme in Nocturne and itās positive influence on people. Mizrakās self-acceptance and Olroxās life reinvigorated. Of course everything beforehand has to build this up to this before it happens. Me, the brainrot person I am, recognises how hands are like a super important thing for them so it would be very cool to have that incorporated in somehow. Also, having the Olrox holding Mizrak from behind thing come up again, but with Mizrak accepting it properly and leaning back into him (or even Mizrak holding Olrox from behind) during a scene like this?? During a emotionally and physically vulnerable moment? Actual shockwaves I tell you, I think youād have the whole fan base in tears.
There are nuances here, visual metaphors to play off, unique storytelling pathways it could go down, interesting characterisation you specific to sex and so forth!
Anyways thatās my proper ramble for the week, I hope you enjoyed my season 3 episode 6 pitch (massive joke Iām joking Iām joking, tho honestly would be so funny though if I could pitch something like because I will do my proper research, I will pull up statistics if I must and make visuals. Though I generally do understand how intimacy scenes donāt happen often, though Cativi winning an Annie award would prove to help strength the argument Iām making :D )
#mystery talks#nobody asked for this#except for the Mizrak Olrox truthers#Olrox#mizrak#olrox/mizrak#castlevania nocturne#I will absolutely regret posting this I know it in my soul#but also this concept has been haunting for a while even in past analyses#the potientiality of it is what gets me really bad#1am rambles from yours truly#I recongise how ppl are literally fighting to have s3 and lay offs occurred this was just in good fun
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Thank you so much for replying to my previous ask in such detail (I loved it and really, really appreciate your efforts š)
I just started rewatching the anime and I saw the focus they kept on Lisanna hence my doubt. From Erza I felt it was more of a sibling type dynamic (that Erza sees Natsu and Gray more as her younger brothers) but they really pushed the Lisanna narrative in the beginning. And given the way he reacted differently to Lucy and Lisanna like becoming flustered with Lisanna I wondered.
Please do talk about the killing himself part too.
I love reading your analysis!! Thank you so much for your hard work ā£ļø (Feel free to push in NaLu scenes that show it their bond more obviously)
Hi!! I'm happy you liked it, I'm going to try and talk about Natsu and Lisanna a little bit more and then I'll start with the whole killing himself thing. (following this post)
I think the reason they focused on Natsu and Lisanna at the beginning is because a lot of studios/mangakas have the need to create a couple, even better if it's an MC. And pairing Lucy and Natsu up from the beginning doesn't make any sense, they just met and didn't know each other.
Lisanna is a really important person to Natsu, although they hardly interact anymore.
She supported Natsu when he first came to the guild and became his first friend. Not only that, she helped him with Happy, hence the whole wife and husband thing, they represented a family.
Natsu is not as stupid as they make him out to be, he knows what marriage is, exclusivity to a partner
and things only adults are supposed to do.
He knew what Lisanna meant by "we'll get married in the future," and if she had never "died," NaLi would have made sense.
But it happend, Lisanna "died" and Natsu had to get over her. This doesn't mean forget her tho, as I said, Natsu LOVES his family and friends, forgetting about lisanna just because she died would not make any sense. It takes time to accept death, and after Igneel's disappearance, the death of lisanne hit him, HARD.
The only thing he could do was getting over her, but not forgetting her.
And that's when Lucy comes into the picture.
She keeps bumping into him, buys him food for "no reason" and talks all mighty and good about his family, basically, she gives him good vibes. He takes her to FT and for some reason she follows him everywhere and before he knows it, he wants to partner up with her.
This is development by natsu's part, he is ready to open up to new people (Lucy) and pretty much they become attached to the hip, because "she is nice", yeah, that's his reason.
Lisanna wasn't meant to come back, mashima himself said so, the only reason they brought her back was because the animation staff preasured him to because they liked her. NaLi is not happening because Mashima never had anything planned for her, and I'm not saying this because I'm a NaLu fan, it's just facts. Thats why she is so useless in the manga, because mashima doesn't know what to do with her. She is just there.
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Let's beging with the whole suicide thing
I want to clarify that this is MY PERSPECTIVE, you might agree or disagree with me and thats completely fine.
Let me beging with one thing, and that is that natsu IS NOT SUICIDAL.
He wants to live his life at the fullest and he looks forward to the future.
Then why do I say he wanted to kill himself? because when lucy "died", he was so full of grief that he just didn't care any more.
One thing that they make clear is that the demons of zeref, once awaken, have only one thought in their minds: KILLING ZEREF
Lucy's "death" is what awoke END, Natsu felt so desperate and he was so full of grief that he literally abandoned his humanity.
She was gone and he blamed zeref, because if he had never started the war, she would be alive, that was enough for him to abandon his morals and look forward to kill someone.
Now comes the important part: his confrontation with grey
This part is really important because it shows that Natsu is aware of his actions.
If he really was completely possessed by END, then he would not have hesitated and warn grey about getting out of his way, he would have just killed him and keep going, but Natsu warns him several times
Until he doesn't give a damn anymore and attacks him.
Natsu was adamant about going after zeref and killing him, but he is also aware that if he does so, he will die. Zeref told him so himself.
But lucy is dead, so he just doesn't care anymore.
Igneel talked to him about looking at the future
But Lucy wasn't in that future anymore, so he can't look forward for it, because it died the moment Lucy did. if she wasn't in it, why bother? He knew that killing zeref was killing himself.
Gray literally saved Natsus life confronting him
This whole panel is foreshadowing to Lucy dying and Natsu wanting to die because of it
#shiro's nalu analysis#I apologise if i wrote something wrong#the struggle of not being a native english I guess lmao#natsu dragneel#fairy tail#nalu#lucy heartfilia#fairy tail nalu#natsu x lucy#nali#fairy tail nali#shirotalks
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Obvious shit I noticed part 3 (spoilers for welcome to heaven)

Look at her! "Teehee"
Also she's nervous! Foreshadowing omg š¤Æ

STICKERS! Two pride stickers and a cute donut. Gives me an idea to draw Chaggie at a donut shop while everything is burning down <3 (I'll probably do it but if any artist wants to as well go ahead!)

*CHOKES ON COFFEE* I LOVE THEM. I'M SORRY I GET SO GIDDY WHEN THEY HAVE EVEN THE SMALLEST INTERACTION BUT UGHHH I NEED MORE, IT WILL NEVER BE ENOUGH šš

KISSY! MWA! *SCREAMS INTO THE VOID*
Vivzie give me more, moar now. MOAR

DAMN. SHE CAN THROW- or maybe it just exaggerates the perspective in this frame but still- ZAMNNN

Cherri x Sir Pentious fans RISE UP.
I wasn't ever really a fan of it myself but I always thought it was CUTE. Like 3 seconds before this part I was already begging for them to kiss š

More foreshadowing!

AAAAAA CREEPY BIRD THINGS!!!

Oh wait- Sera's hot and Emily's already adorable

If heaven don't look like what this is in the show, I DONT WANT IT! (THATS A JOKE PLEASE DON'T SMITE ME)

JEALOUS GIRLFRIEND VAGGIE!! Can I just say how much I love Vaggie's face expressions? Not just here but like all the time. She's just made to be so exaggerated, out of all of them I thought it would be Charlie who would have the most dramatic faces but Vaggie wins it for me. I JUST GIGGLE SO HARD WHEN SHE LOOKS LIKE THIS BAHAHAH

Okay yeah. It's very obvious now. Vaggie is definitely an ex-exterminator. They don't close in on Charlie here so it's made to subtly nudge the attention to Vaggie. HOW DID THEY IMMEDIATELY NOTICE IT WAS HER THO??

Hot-
That's it.
SHARE THAT MOTHUSSY GIRL-

YOU'RE TELLING ME SHE GREW OUT ALL OF THAT HAIR?!? YEAH ITS BEEN A LONG TIME SINCE THEN BUT STILL AJJSJD.
But overall the design is pretty meh. I always loved the idea of short hair Vaggie and even have seen art of it but it's just yknow, alright. Reminds me of Cassandra from Tangled: the series. IM LISTENING TO ONE OF THE SONGS RIGHT NOW HELPPP

THIS SCENE HERE! WOOOOO! SO GLAD WE KNOW WHEN AND WHERE THEY FIRST MET!! Wish we got it extended tho. And also probably push it to next episode so it would have a better impact(atleast I think thats when they'll have the duet). BUT WHATEVER SOMETHING IS BETTER THAN NOTHING! or uh whatever
Vaggie must've been a bit terrified at first. The only sinner she ever sent mercy to was a child. Then to see someone who to her is an adult sinner who just looks really human, that must be crazy. BUT THEN IF SHE WAS TOLD THAT CHARLIE WAS ACTUALLY THE PRINCESS OF HELL? HOOOO, LOCK IN AND STEAL HER. THAT'S SOME WATTPAD SHIT. Also, I wonder how long Charlie thought of redeeming sinners. It would make sense to be after meeting Vaggie, since it could have been a wake up call to the fact not all sinners are bad people. Even though Vaggie isn't a sinner technically, Charlie didn't know that at the time. But maybe Charlie was always like this but just needed to meet someone who could start her dream with her. Long rant uhhh
Haha penis š«µ

SCRAP WHATEVER I SAID IN THE FIRST PART. THEY PROBABLY DO FUCK- OR DONT?? I DONT KNOW- ANYWAY LESBIAN SEX (BOTTOM TEXT). WHY DO I CARE SO MUCH??? SOMEONE PULL THE TRIGGER.
Lute looks like a basic asf anime gorl. Adam doesn't ever take his helmet off, or maybe he just can't. OH HE'S DOING THE GAY SIGN š
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Very appropriate for what he's saying

Mentor, apprentice. I love that Husk is just trying to help Angel grow but isn't going to force him into it if he doesn't want to.
Im not a fan of huskerdust and think they'd be better friends as I can't imagine a relationship with them at all. But it's still nice and they are supportive of eachother so that's like- yknow. Basic rules. Or something like that. (HELP. I ruined it all at the last part)

I- girl- WHY IS SHE GROWLING?? GRR GRR RR (INSERT TWILIGHT SAGA HERE)
VAGGIE'S FACE. SENDS ME. WHO GAVE HER THESE OVERDRAMATIC EXPRESSIONS, I APPLAUD YOU RGAGAGA

Ooo... I didnt like this part at all... Instead of making the choice she just runs off. Then because the plot demands it, Adam says nothing. Kinda whish she atleast avoided the question, maybe in some way that would require actual thinking? For a character like Vaggie, she could choose either way and it feel like it's still her. If she chose to protect Charlie's dream, she would still be perfectly loyal to her but in the act of so would reveal a secret that could harm their relationship(which does happen at the end but that's because the plot wanted it like that). If she chose to side with Adam, she'd be hurting Charlie emotionally, sure, but it would keep a secret that could make Charlie see Vaggie less than who she is to her already(atleast what Vaggie might think would happen). Imo it should've been her deciding to protect Charlie, since it would mean she's devoted to her at all times.
ANOTHER THING! IF SHE COULDN'T MAKE THE CHOICE, THAT IS SOMETHING INTERESTING TO GO INTO. Maybe it could go deeper into how Vaggie doesn't know who she is without Charlie. So when she has a choice to make, like here, she can't do it without feeling the need to ask Charlie. BUT NOOO, YA HAD TO GO WITH THIS!! Wow. That was a long ass rant. Wtf š
Maybe I'm a dumbass. Maybe they'll talk about that next episode, but still, atleast touch on it a bit to not seem rushed?

Angel looking out for his kids like a mom. We always did need the motherly figure, the one closest to that being Charlie but girl needs a mother in her life too(damn, wait, I did her so dirty).

Huh, so why does it work here then? š¤Øš¤Ø if it was said in the contract that Valentino can do whatever he wants only in the studio, then why is this the exception? š¤Øš¤Ø
Yes I'm stupid. Why do you ask? (No genuinely what's happening here)

OH ITS THE IMAGE! I really like Sera so far, hope we get more of her soon or in season 2.
Now that we know the context of this, yeah, that's fucking insane. And badass. WOMEN.

HMM. THATS STRANGE. DID YOU NOT FOR ONCE THINK THERE COULD BE A POSSIBILITY SHE MIGHT HAVE BEEN AN ANGEL? Okay I probably wouldn't either but I have an excuse, I'm an idiot. Some girl with a standing out outfit, with one eye, looks unusually human, right after/during the extermination... that's pretty solid ass proof. But I'm dumb so don't take anything i say seriously :D

Imagine this. No- shit. Just-
JUST LOOK! THEY ARE SO CUTE! EVEN THOUGH CRAZY SHIT IS HAPPENING.

*SWEATS*

Vaggie is DESPERATE. PLEADING. That's obvious yeah, but don't mind me I had nothing to say for the last 3 images I just thought they were cool

I mean. Slay I guess. šš
Do all the exterminators look similar or is it just Lute and Vaggie? š¤Ø

Even though Vaggie and Charlie may be going through this horrible thing with a hard punch in the gut, but Vaggie is always going to comfort her and I just think that's so adorable.
Also Adam looks like a chicken hah.

Everyone fears to be like Lucifer. If they don't do bad things they believe are for the greater good and make sacrifices that put them higher than those in hell, they could themselves be fallen. It's really interesting but I don't know if it's going to be fleshed out enough with the amount of episodes left. Which also worries me about everything else that still hasn't be concluded. There's gonna be loose strings I just know it. Hopefully though they rather do that then rush everything out y'know?
I want the next episode to be mostly focused on Vaggie and Charlie's relationship and the healing of what happened. Not for the entire episode of course, it would feel drawn out if it did, but atleast address the problem for the first like I would say 10 minutes? Then the rest would focus on one or two loose threads while also having Vaggie and Charlie acting upon moving on. That's just my idea but yeah-
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A lot has been said of Lawrence and Ren's relationship, but I'm of the unpopular opinion that they didn't actually like each other.
They both had been chatting for an unspecified amount of time (about what, we're left to speculate), but based on their interests, they don't have a lot in common. Ren may have been a little shy, but he's a social butterfly compared to Lawrence. I find it hard to believe he could sit through more than a few of Ren's discussions of magical girl anime, and I imagine Ren would get bored of Lawrence's lack of engagement.
Add to it, in BTD2, in all of Ren's routes except one, he betrays Lawrence and gets him killed. It's easily the worst thing Ren does, and he does it to someone he's allegedly close to? Lawrence hardly ever drinks, and Ren invites him to a bar for their first meetup? These were two people who were grasping for any kind of connection. Ren was looking for anyone to collar, and his willingness to replace Lawrence with some rando MC proves this (Gato drew several pictures of what it would look like if Ren succeeded in collaring Lawrence. It goes poorly for Ren in hilarious fashion). Lawrence glimpsed beyond the veil, saw the Lovecraftian horror that was The River, and needed to find anyone he could relate to. Neither of them fit each other's bill.
Lawrence is a walking contradiction: he craves human contact while despising humanity. He surrounds himself with nature while living in the middle of the city. He embraces self destruction while still continuously coming back from The River. The meetup with Ren was a way for him to finally bridge that gap between himself and others or embrace The River fully. Either way, he's spared from having to make the choice himself: "I'll do anything you want!" you say. "I don't know what I want!" he says. No kidding.
Ren mentions the reason he liked Strade so much was because Strade was the only one who was ever kind to him, but is this true? His mother chose to keep him alive despite killing five of his siblings in their infancy. She lets him stay with her until he's old enough to run away because she what? Needed help with the housework? Besides, according to the BTD fandom, he has looks that could literally kill. If he bothered to look on Grindr he could easily find a sugar daddy who wouldn't treat him like a woodworking project.
No, Ren has it completely backwards. In spite of all the terrible things Strade had done, Ren was still able to see his good qualities, which was a first for Strade. He liked Strade not because Strade did nice things for him. He liked Strade because for the first time in his life, Ren felt needed.
Strade was a lot of things to Ren: captor, friend, confidante, lover, but there's also one dynamic of their relationship that rarely gets brought up: rivals. Strade could get people to like him in a way Ren couldn't, and making them feel heard was a big part of that. Gato said Strade hunted people who lacked confidence in themselves, and who does Ren pick for his own replacement/victim? Possibly the least confident person in the series canon: Lawrence.
The trouble is, Ren can't make Lawrence feel needed like how Strade made him feel. He can't make anyone feel needed, because, as I mentioned, he views people as interchangeable. He's trying to find a companion who will simultaneously treat him as a Strade-type figure and also feel an overwhelming need for him, and it won't happen, because of his difficulty in actually understanding others. What's tragic is this perspective was probably held long before he met Strade, and if the events of TPOF are canon, long after. -ā¢ļø
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#boyfriend to death#boyfriendtodeath#btd#tpof#the price of flesh#strade#ren hana#lawrence oleander#fox tpof
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