#dearer than my country

[jakejeffreyperalta]

me and my friend's psychology midterm the next day watching us while we discuss how alexander the (gay) great and porus were in an enemies to lovers slowburn romance and create lore for their story + their fandom and their ship name (porander when they're being cute, alexorus when they're being angsty) and why the fandom would have shipping wars + the fanart and the fanfics and associating audios + famous lines with them at 1 am

[cxnsdellaj]

Dangerously yours

"If i betray you, i betray myself."

"If i betray him, i betray my country."

"My country is very dear to me."

"Dearer than i?"

"..."

"No, not dearer than you."

I saw an edit with this song and immediately thought of NoMae.💔

[zephyra-in-the-house]

Angsty Shadowpeach Idea

BRB just thinking about that one audio that's like:

"If I betray you, I betray myself. But if I betray him, I betray my country... My country is very dear to me." -SWK talking about the monk and his Journey

"Dearer than I?" -Mac in distress

*SWK looking at his freshly slain body laying in his arms through the tears in his eyes*

"No. No, not dearer than you..."

[shrimshrim4fun]

A relationship with Jinhsi is the definition of:

If I betray you, I betray myself

If I betray them, I betray my country

My country is very dear to me

Dearer than I?

No,no,not dearer than you.

[ghxst3m8]

Dangerously yours

Y/N: If I betray you, I betray myself... If I betray him, I betray my country. My country is very dear to me...

Makarov: Dearer than I?

Y/N: No….no. Not dearer than you.

[randomfandom-3]

matthias: if i betray you, i betray myself, if i betray them, i betray my country. My country is very dear to me.

nina: dearer than i?

matthias: no. Not dearer than you.

[yyuxii]

would talk abt how dangerously yours: the masquerade coded they are but y’all ain’t ready for that 😟😔‼️‼️

“if i betray you, i betray myself. if i betray him, i betray my country. my country is very dear to be.”

“dearer than i?”

“…”

—————————

“do you think i wanted to love you? knowing where you came from and what your mission was? don’t you suppose that every hour we were together i was thinking “she’s just pretending”?”

“i wasn’t! i loved you!”

“and i loved you so much i let you pretend?”

[eiloveir]

“If I betray you, I betray myself...” Naruto’s voice trembled, his eyes averted, unable to face the man he once knew. The darkness around them felt suffocating and strangely comforting, perhaps because of the familiar presence before him.

Uchiha Sasuke.

Years had slipped away, but the memories still stung. He couldn’t forget the moment he lost Sasuke, watching him morph into someone nearly unrecognizable—a lost cause. Yet, as he faced him after so long, he saw the boy who had once fought beside him, who had understood his loneliness and pain. With every ounce of his being, he swore again and again to bring him back home.

Back to him.

“If I betray you, I betray my country.” His voice was barely more than a whisper, each word lies emotion. He still couldn’t bring himself to meet Sasuke’s searching eyes—to betray him was to betray the village, their friends, and the future he fiercely tried to protect. What was he if he couldn’t bring him back? How could he pursue his dream without the sight of his inspiration—the one whose acknowledgment he craved?

To betray Sasuke was to betray the very essence of who he was, and that was something Naruto could never do.

“The village is very dear to me,” He continued, seizing the chance to pour out his heart. After all, Sasuke wasn’t easily swayed by words. “It’s my home, my treasure. My friends, my family, everything I hold dear is there. And you know damn well, my dreams are there too. It’s the place I long to return to.”

“Is it... dearer than I?” Sasuke’s voice pierced through the silence, its chill palpable. As Naruto finally met his gaze, he discerned a tumult of perseverance, loneliness, and suppressed anger in his eyes

It is the same ones that looked at both sunlight and darkness with him.

“No... no. Not dearer than you.” Those words were all that remained in his voice—laden with emotion. Those carried the unspoken feelings and the connection he couldn’t deny, even after everything they had been through. He wouldn’t have saved him countless times, defended him to everyone, and been willing to die for him, just for people to think he was merely his “friend.”

The truth ran deeper—the faith he has in Sasuke when no one else would dare exemplify a bond far from a mere friendship.

[littyhoney]

DOUBTS

Miles Morales x Reader

I lost most of my stories that I have written on my laptop because of my baby cousin used it TuT, enjoy spiders ❤️🖤

(Short fic)

As you stand along with the other spiders, hearing your father Miguel O'Hara explaining to your beloved Miles about the canon events that must and will happen to any spider people. You only bring Miles here to meet your father because Miguel gives you a green light to finally introduce Miles to him... but that's not why he wants him here.

Suddenly everything escalate so fast now that Miles is determined to go home to save his dad who soon will be the captain... you reach your hand to him, to comfort him. Miles turn to you with a heartbroken feature on his face without a doubt in his mind about is 'Why she bring me here', 'She's lying to me', 'She wants to trap me like her father is planning'..but no, you don't know this will happen at all.

You bang your hands at the red cage surrounding Miles after your father throw it at him screaming at your father to "Let him go!" and "He doesn't do anything he is not the cause of this!" but your cries only heard by no one. Your father tries to be reasonable with you saying this is for the best for him, to accept his fate.

A burst of energy blows few people who stand there to be thrown back, causing the cage that held Miles to malfunction. He broke it, Miles look at you and you make eye contact with him. His eyes show fear... confusion. Your eyes seem by him is sympathy... and regret, to ever bring him here... to put him in danger.

But there is unknown connection to the both of you... both of you know what goes through each other's mind.

"If I betray him... I betray myself"

Your eyes at Miles.

"If I betray them... I betray my country"

you look back to your father and friends that you made in the spider society.

"My country is very dear to me-"

"Dearer than I?"

Your head snap back to Miles, shaking your head gently.

"No... no not dearer than you"

you snap him out of his thoughts urging him to

"Run Miles!"

[deltapng]

⚠️cw//blood⚠️

An Uneasy Feeling // Blind Like Cattle

(more explanation and static image + individual under the cut)

this is me spreading my dark side Lukas/corruption arc Jesse agenda‼️‼️

so you know that One Audio where its like "my country is very dear to me" "dearer than i" "...no not dearer than you"? well i propose that but add a touch of corruption arc,, cause i kept on thinking: hero Jesse who turned to the dark side for evil Lukas (note the wording: 'for Lukas' rather than 'by Lukas') and jsifwusgfisfg

AUGH these freaks make me so sick /pos

argh cause the thought of a Lukas who has been burned by the world, shunned and beaten down over and over again by no fault of his own but then finding a light in the dark through Jesse and falling, falling, falling in love. he has to have Jesse by his side, he has to because Jesse is the light to his dark, the sun to his moon; he needs to have him by his side or else he'd drown in the rot of the world

AND THEN JESSE who tries so hard to be the hero they all want him to be but being the leader is such a heavy burden- the difficult decisions, the weight of everyone's lives on his shoulders, the ever growing expectations; he is so, so, so tired of everything but finds comfort in Lukas' arms. sweet, perfect Lukas who just wants whatever Jesse is willing to give him; soft Lukas who is willing to do anything for him.

and he would too.

[maccaronimassacre]

rudolph!gn!user x katherine!ada ? :3

Ada Wong x Reader

“If I betray you, I betray myself. If I betray him, I betray my country.” Ada’s voice is barely a whisper, her words hanging in the air as she gazes at you, her heart twisting painfully at the sight of your lovestruck smile and the unwavering determination in your eyes. She knows better than to let emotions get the better of her, especially over someone she’s only known for three weeks. Someone she has manipulated, deceived, all in the name of her duty. Yet, despite it all, despite her loyalty to her mission, she can’t help the way her heart has begun to slip, falling deeper into the pit of love she swore she’d avoid. “My country is very dear to me, but it’s no dearer than you.” For the first time, her hand trembles as it grips her gun, something that’s never happened before. The weight of the decision ahead of her is unbearable. Duty or love, she knows only one path will lead her back to herself, but the other has already stolen her heart.

[fruittarts-with-rosepetals]

Mai: if i betray you, i betray myself, but if i betray her, I betray my country, my country is very dear to me Zuko: dearer than I? Mai: No, not dearer than you..

[feyhunter78]

Dearer than I?

Description: You must choose between betraying your dear friend or your dearest love. Got bored during my last half hour of work, and that TikTok audio has been stuck in my head, so here's my attempt to purge it from my mind. Enjoy!!!

His hand is outstretched, patient but pleading, his eyes, dark and intense, but somehow still soft as sunlight settling on the ocean floor.

Your arms are wrapped around yourself, tight and desperate, attempting to keep yourself from metaphorically spilling onto the sand, a bloody mess of grief and regret, of anger and loss.

“Please in yakunaj.” His voice is a whisper, breaking at the end, and it feels as if someone has taken a spear and jammed it through your chest.

You want to look away, you’re desperate to, but cannot. His eyes always draw you back, he need not open his mouth to sing, you were ensnared by a single glance, by the kaleidoscope of warm colors weaved within his eyes.

The invisible thread that exists between you and him keeps you pinned in place. “I would be betraying Shuri, she is my friend, I owe her my life.”

“You would betray me, instead?” He asked, voice still soft, as if it would pain him to raise it.

You wished he would yell, scream, rage, do anything, be anything, but this soft broken K’uk’ulkan that stands before you.

You swallow hard, blinking away tears, your lips move but no sound escapes.

The waves crash on the shore, the nightbirds sing, the wind swirls between the two of you, and you take a step forward. Towards him, the man—the god—the mutant—whatever the hell he is, and he takes in a quick breath, chest expanding as you draw closer.

“I love you.” You manage to utter, your heart in a vice grip, the pressure of the choice you must make weighs so heavily upon you, and you wish to collapse, to drown, rather than make it.

“Then take my hand, burn the world with me.” He pleaded, the moonlight bathing him in her soft glow, shining off the gold he adorned himself with.

All his focus is on you, every flicker within his eyes, every rise and fall of his chest, every syllable that passes through those perfectly formed lips, is for you.

“I would be betraying Wakanda, the very country I left my home to protect, the one who embraced me even though I did not bear her blood.” You stressed, praying he would understand, that somehow, he would make the decision for you.

“And you believe Talkon would not do the same? That they would not welcome you with open arms, that my people would not rejoice in the fact that I have found my queen?” His fingers twitched as if he wished to take your hand, to press it to his heart as he often did when making silent promises.

“I didn’t say that—”

The anguish is clear in his low voice as he cuts you off. “You are mine, my queen, you have stolen my heart and held it captive within your chest. I cannot retrieve it without cracking open your ribs and ripping it out, and to do so—to do so would end me. I cannot fathom harming you in reina, do not force my hand, I beg of you.”

Tears slip down your cheeks, your heart pounds against your chest so strongly for a moment you think that perhaps he is right, his heart resides beside your own, for your heart never possessed such strength. “If I could return it to you, I would, K’uk’ulkan I would never wish you pain, never wish to force your hand.”

His tone is angry now, words sharp as the weapons his people favor, but his eyes remain swirling pools of grief. “I do not want it back, it is yours. I want you. I want the woman I love by my side, where I can protect her.”

You’re on the brink of sobbing, of falling to the sand and crying until your tears flow, so heavily you become one with the sea. “I cannot betray them; they are dear to me.”

His fingers curl inwards, slowly, mournfully. “Dearer than I?”

You shake your head, mind a whirlwind of choices, of answers, of guilt and grief, and want.

You want to be with K’uk’ulkan, you want to ease his pain, to smooth out the furrow of his brow, to sit by his side and be his queen. You are both immortal, if Talkon remained hidden, you would rule together for eternity.

“No, no one is dearer than you.” You admit, half-adoringly, half-helplessly.

You are helpless against the torrent that is your affections for him, helpless to the call of his heart to yours. He’s wrong, his heart does not reside within your chest, beside your own, for yours has slipped between the cracks of your ribs and into his own. He carries your heart as you carry his.

“Then I do not under—”

It’s your turn to cut him off. You take his hand, unfurling it, and bringing it to your cheek before you kiss him. Fervently, desperately, wishing to drown in him before your grief chokes you. “No one, there is no one dearer than you.” You assure him, willing your heart to return to your chest, to free him from this torment.

Your heart gives no answer except beating in time with his, two drums of war echoing each other’s call.

He cradles your cheek, his free arm wrapping around your waist, crushing you against him. “In reina, in reina, in reina.” He whispered over and over as he brushed soft, grateful kisses to every inch of your skin. “I love you, only you, I am yours.”

“I am yours, your queen.” You echo, letting him take you under, the world muffled by the sea.

You would not face Shuri, would not return to Wakanda until she was long dead, perhaps then you could seek forgiveness from her grave.

Tag list: @nyctophilic0vitnir, @starlady66

[tojifile]

Fyodor Dostoevsky: Masquerade

Genre: Angst

No— no, not Yes, dearer than you. (Dazai's version)

(・–・;)ゞ Fyodor Dostoevsky x gn!reader inspired by Dangerously Yours Masquerade & junosmindpalace

You were such a fool to think he would save you, that he would choose you over his idea of a perfect world. Isn't any person who would fall in love truly a fool? "Please.. Fedya.. you can't do this.." you mumbled weakly. He couldn't stand to face you, your damp cheeks, your tired eyes, and shaking figure but the thought of leaving you hadn't withered.

He gave in and walked over to you. He stared at your trembling body on the floor before he sat down and held you close. Your head was on his chest and he hugged you tightly. He remained silent as he held you. His gaze was gentle and his touch was comforting, you almost forgot about how your heart shattered into pieces.

He hadn't been home these past few days and so you were surprised when you saw him standing by the door frame of your shared bedroom with a cup of tea in his slim, pale hands.

You slowly sit up on the bed to face him with a soft smile. Fyodor returned the soft smile, he slowly walked to you "Darling.. I apologize for not being able to go home these past few days." He spoke softly, even the simplest of words become elegant as soon as they fall from his mouth.

He sat on the edge of the bed, right next to you. He handed you the cup gently then you took a sip "Thank you Fedya." You spoke so softly that even Fyodor felt as if he could be able to sleep peacefully—and that was exactly the problem. You've had too much of an effect on him.

Shatter, the cup of tea fell on the floor. The glass shattered, your hands immediately travel to your neck trying to gasp for air. Fyodor had poisoned you. He stood up and walked towards the room's exit but before he did you fell on the floor, trying to reach for him. You fell on the shattered glass, it cut your smooth skin, hands and legs all bloodied.

"Stay.. please.." You weakly spoke, lifting one arm up, trying to reach for him as your vision blurred. Fyodor stopped walking, he stayed silent. This was the moment he had given up and held you in his arms, amidst the shattered glass.

You look up at him with a soft smile as you were in his arms. Fyodor was surprised, he had not expected such a welcoming smile. You raised your bloodied hands to hold his face. "I wish— we were two other people. Two other people who need not say goodbye." You whispered softly. Fyodor stayed silent, he faced you with a look of indifference but the way his grasp tightened around your body told you all that you needed to hear.

"Fedya.. I once offered you three things most dear to me: my heart, my country, and my dream." Your voice broke almost everytime you spoke "but tonight, I offer you another, my soul. You may as well take what I had offered Fedya, it's already full of you.." Fyodor's grasp got tighter and he held you closer. Your hands fall to your chest while his chin rested on your head.

"You'll live a long time, an eternity without me. You will look into the faces of passersby, hoping for something that will, for an instant, bring me back to you. You will find moonlit nights strangely empty because when you call my name through them, there will be no answer. Always your heart will be aching for me and your mind will give you the doubtful consolation that you did what was "best" for the world." You spoke with what little life you had left in you.

"If I betray you, I betray myself. If I betray my ideals, I betray the world. My idea of a perfect world is very dear to me." Fyodor spoke "Dearer than I?" You asked, knowing the answer "Yes darling, dearer than you." You just softly smiled even if he didn't see. "And as my last words - I love you Fedya." As you weakly spoke those words Fyodor kissed your head as he activated his ability. Your blood was all over him and all over the room's walls, you were now nothing more than a pool of blood, something to be discarded.

Author's notes:

I love Masquerade, Catherine and Rudolph make me wanna curl up and die. I will definitely do more for different bsd characters, I just felt like this would suit Fyodor.

Spontaneous post: 06/20/23 14:37PM GMT+8 Philippine Standard Time

[connecting-the-stars]

“If I betray you,”

“I betray myself.”

“If I betray them,”

“I betray my country.” (Power)

“My country is very dear to me.”

“Dearer than I?”

“Yes.” (No.)

[finisnihil]

daz is back at it again with another jingluo au bc THEY WONT FUCKING LEAVE ME ALONE

so hear me out, a Dangerously Yours (the radio show AND MORE SPECIFICALLY THE MASQUERADE EP) jingluo au with jing yuan as rudolph and luocha as catherine (katherine???? i lwk dont know how to spell her name)

it was honestly difficult for me to choose who was who (i had a lot of thoughts of jing yuan as catherine) but ultimately decided on him as rudolph because of personality and also their roles. i also think luocha as catherine would be a better fit because of the ending

BUT I WANT TO HEAR WHAT U THINK :3

OH MY GOD HI DAZ, YES YES I AGREE.

Jingluo is truly like little parasites that burrow in you and refuse to budge.

ANYWAYS YES DANGEROUSLY YOURS I definitely agree. Catherine as Luocha is the best fit I believe. Catherine approaches Rudolph first, she's the one who lures him into the game of wits, akin to how Luocha lures Jing Yuan into their own metaphorical chess game by drawing his attention enough to get him invested. When they take too long, both of them are eventually pushed to ignite the final confrontation so to speak, forcing the other player to abandon their passive role of observing them to become more active.

I also do believe that between the two of them, Luocha would have more difficulty firing the gun in that moment. Jing Yuan would struggle but he's fired the gun before, he's the one who read Dan Feng's sentencing after all, he's practiced. Luocha on the other hand is somebody who would struggle to let go, his entire character is being unable to let go.

Luocha cannot let go of life because the dead will return and Yaoshi will not let him. He has bad memories of his home world but he can't let go of his clothes from there, wearing them to remind himself of the road he must travel. He carts around the coffin because he cannot let go of a deal he made. He risks being exposed too soon to heal Xueyi because he can't let go that she's hurt. As Jingliu says, there's a hole where his heart is and he exhausts himself trying to fill it. If Jing Yuan became something that fills that hole, Luocha wouldn't be able to let him go. Rudolph is there to test Catherine, and she says it herself, Rudolph is dearer than her country. Jing Yuan wouldn't need to be tested, he's already pulled that trigger enough times to prove himself. Luocha, however, would grapple with duty over happiness, having to take on the burden of that hole in his heart again to do what he needs to do. It fits with the canon too, if Luocha truly seeks a greater alliance with the Xianzhou, he has to be ready to uphold that above himself.

Jing Yuan also fits as Rudolph especially well. He plays into the game already having an idea of what's going on and still gets blindsided by Luocha's moves. Rudolph wasn't sure if Catherine could shoot him in that moment and Jing Yuan couldn't see Luocha's true intentions until it was too late. Jing Yuan would also let Luocha go, the way Rudolph did Catherine. Jing Yuan let Blade go, he let Dan Heng go, and he lets Baiheng go every time he visits Bailu. He let Igor go knowing he would never see him again, that Igor had a life and a destiny he could be part of but not dictate. He let Jingliu go when he made the decision to kill her and release her from the Mara. In the way that Luocha cannot let go, Jing Yuan cannot bear to hold on. Even if he ends up alone again, he can't bring himself to chain anyone to his person in such a way.

In regards to his relationship with Luocha, it could end up a bit dysfunctional because of this. In the same way an animal used to captivity can't take care of itself in the wild, Luocha wouldn't take being freed for his own good after finally finding fulfillment very well. Jing Yuan would release him in a bid to prioritize his happiness/health and Luocha would die outside the safety of the fence, still looking for the hand that feeds him. To Rudolph, it was better to let Catherine think he never loved her when to Catherine, not knowing he was always on her side would be a greater pain. Jing Yuan and Luocha would be much the same. They're a bit unhealthy in that way but it adds to their charm.

Anyways, of course they would fit the episode literally titled "Masquerade". They're both donning masks/personas and engaging in a dance without truly being vulnerable enough to know the other fully. When the masks do come off, the dance is over, and one of them falls off the music box to be freed of the song.