#duel 06

[cleave-and-plough]

finally, one of the weird ones.

something i distinctly remember from my first pass at utena was the presence of the "other" episodes, where the romance and psychodrama fall away in favor of some extremely different tones, either humorous or surreal (or both, usually). watching this episode now, i feel like i better understand why they included chu-chu, or at least how humor fits into the show's world. as much as the story has a strong narrative and character bend, it also revolves around a core of mundane and amplified emotions. just there are small dramas of friendships and school grades, there are also grand dramas of swordfights and the end of the world. why not some light comic relief from a purple mouse contrasting with a series of runaway killer animals?

nanami has slowly taken a more and more central role within the show, starting with miki's arc and now taking the stage for an entire episode. more and more the show feels like an ensemble cast, with utena and anthy often following the action in small, adjacent roles. it also feels as if the central character sets the episode's tone - miki's arc felt fairly similar to the usual sensibilities due to his mirroring of utena, but there were little touches here and there that seemed unique to him (such as the short piano figure that plays when he looks at anthy, or the gold-washed memories of the garden). in nanami's case, touga spells it out, saying, "i think you shouldn't read so many detective novels."

the first half of the episode couldn't be more pulpy - nanami walks home alone at night, pursued by a shadowy figure and almost struck by the blinding lights of a passing car in a dark tunnel, touga seems to be enlisting anthy to plot against his own sister - and all of it seems to be colored in by nanami's warped perspective. she says she's afraid, and she is - afraid of losing her brother, who miki describes as "the only man she really wants." leaving aside the brocon allegations, there's a real pain to nanami that shows in so many ways - how she hurts people around her, how she uses others to avoid dealing with anything directly, and how her vivid imagination brings her worst fears to life. utena is swept up for the ride at first, but is able to see reason once anthy reveals the real nature of the conversation - as usual, utena remains grounded and true.

suddenly, a horse arrives, continuing nanami's strange theme of being an enemy to all animals. (i do unfortunately remember the origins of this enmity.) a prince appears to rescue her, and suddenly the show returns to its fairy tale visions, showing nanami's rescuer as a silhouette-like figure matching the prince from utena's prelude. and yet, as the show often does when a character parallels utena, the tone twists. nanami's rescuer is an elementary schooler named tsuwabuki, and she begins dating him solely to exploit him as a bodyguard and servant. it's here that utena must take a stand, as the defender of the sanctity of love, and yet her power does not manifest, for she has no one to avenge. as much as nanami is using tsuwabuki, he's using her as well, having created numerous dangerous scenarios to save her from, hoping to act as her protective older brother. of course, no one can replace touga for nanami, so while she appreciates tsuwabuki's services enough to rescue him from the kangaroo, she breaks up with him, and he takes his place as an adoptive younger brother. wait, kangaroo?

there are so many absolutely hilarious moments in this episode, accentuated by excellent direction - the composition and timing of certain shots alone carry an incredible sense of comic rhythm. i'm laughing even now thinking about saionji (saionji???) appearing from nowhere, trying to be profound about his own misdeeds, and then standing there solemnly as utena and miki ignore him in prolonged silence, like a bathos-infused version of the evangelion elevator scene. the shock of his sudden reappearance being immediately neutered by his own romeo-like melodrama is just impeccable. what really strikes me is the density of imagery and gags as well - tsuwabuki crouching under nanami's desk to help her cheat on a test, the interchangeable suzuki, yamada, and tanaka's seemingly-rehearsed appearance (and later harmonizing?? as they prepare to battle a fifth-grader??), nanami's wiretap setup (bringing the episode back to its pulpy beginning to resolve the mystery), the trifecta of loose animals, shirtless touga k.o.'ing a kangaroo - it's beyond belief.

tonally, it could not be farther from the show's resonant scenes of abuse and sorrow, and yet its inclusion doesn't feel haphazard. it's often said that disparate genres like horror and comedy are related - they both seek to provoke an irresistible reaction in the audience, and i think something similar is at work here. typically, the show wrenches the audience emotionally, showing characters in pain and desperate to find salvation, helpless people rescued from cruel fates, all in the name of love and told through rich, imaginative imagery and settings. in their turn, the gags are just as rich, creative, and provocative, stunning the audience with their absurdity and depth of character. it's that deepening that i think strikes me most - taking utena as the lead, her life typically doesn't revolve around the duels and the fate of the world. other than her mysterious prelude, she's mostly a typical high schooler, playing basketball (and baseball) and goofing around with her friends. episodes like this feel like a gentle sweetness in the dish alongside the sour, compelling bite of the drama, each serving to heighten the other. it's a small glimpse of the bright side, just as over-the-top as the darkness beneath. it helps to have a world worth saving when the apocalypse is on the table.

of course, the allure of the past continues to bind the cast, from nanami's idolization of touga to tsuwabuki's fixation on rescuing nanami from dangerous animals. as comedic as it is in that context, it's yet another instance of a character willing to do anything to reclaim some lost beloved feeling. tsuwabuki's attempts to recreate the scene of nanami's rescue echo with miki's attempts to claim anthy as a partner in music to relive his childhood with his sister. seeing this theme reoccur as character after character struggles to let go of the past, the council's motto of bringing the world revolution feels especially pertinent - the death of the old world for the birth of the new.

stray thoughts:

incredibly excited for the next episode, which centers the mysterious juri.

it's no secret that this show was a big influence on rebecca sugar during the development of steven universe (and the allusions are especially apparent in-text), and the surreal humor of an episode like this feels just as influential as the high drama, romance, and iconograpy.

i'll be interested to see how the show handles the relationships between utena and her challengers after their defeats - saionji seems to be more of an annoyance than a threat at this point, while miki, who was more misguided than truly ill-intentioned, has seemed to become a close friend. somehow i suspect juri will follow a new path here.

[ya-no-dueles-vida]

[gtliveoutofcontext]

Matpat will be making a cameo in Your Lie in April’s (yes, the anime) west end/London show (So no, not the anime) for who knows how long.

How does one react to this info as a theatre kid and matpat enthusiast who is broke and has never watched your lie in April.

[alligator-dreaming]

06-07-2023

Had a dream I was a wizard fighting wizard duels. The spells were actually really cool and specific and color coded

There was a kill spell that could fire a red bolt quickly and accurately to kill an opponent. I fought an opponent who was using it by using a blue shield spell that was a short-range beam that encased opponents in a ball of force. I had to dodge the kill spells but the shield spell won the encounter

There was another opponent I fought who had an evil spell with an unclear effect. It made the caster shake with dark energy, but it’s long charge time meant i had time to interrupt it before it could be cast (hence why I never saw the effect). This time I countered with a deflect spell that sent out a yellow orb that returned spells that collided with it. The orb was small, so I had to guid it around with my wand like a hockey puck

Before waking up, this Straight Gamer pride flag flashed before my eyes

[whumpslist]

Zorro’s whumps’ list

(referred to main character Zorro / Diego de la Vega, portrayed by Miguel Bernardeau; *bonus: Enrique Monasterio, portrayed by Emiliano Zurita.]

Season 1

.01: brief scuffle and under swordpoint during a training session, received upsetting news about his father's death and tears in his eyes, grief, shot at and unpleasant confrontation, nightmare and rough awakening, upsetting news and conflicted, fought against multiple armed soldiers twice, rough sword fight, zorroed himself on his chest.

.02: red fresh Z sign on his chest from previous episode, into a hostage situation during a robbery and under gunpoint, pistol-whipped at his neck, under gunpoint, scuffle and almost shot, worried and defeated, conflicted, brief scuffles and sword fight.

.03: harsh confrontation and sort of shot at, various scuffles, gun pointed at his head, disappointed, lured into a trap and under gunpoint, under gunfire and captured, hands tied above his head and identity exposed, upsetting news and almost shot in the face.

.04: hands tied above his head from previous episode, stabbed and heavily breathing, collapsed and dragged by his arms, laying unable to move and heavily breathing, moaning, falling from the horse, taken care of, feverish, upset but unable to leave the bed, shirt stained with blood after an effort and fainted, helped laying on the bed and wound exposed and bleeding, moaning helped getting undressed, Z scar on his chest, pale, wound taken care of, hand pushed against the wound and groaning in pain, under arrow point, into a duel with swords.

.05: upset, blade at his throat twice, Z scar on his chest, brief scuffle against two armed men, under gunfire and brief scuffles, under gunpoint, disappointed.

.06: ackward conversation and uneasy, Z scar on his chest, upset, brief scuffle, under gunpoint, under gunpoint and chloroformed, passed out and kidnapped, slapped in the face and helped getting up, pointed the gun at his own head and pressed the trigger without consequences, chloroformed again and grabbed when collapsed, upset; *bonus Enrique Monasterio: shot with an arrow at his shoulder, bloody and taken care of.

.07: blackmailed, rough scuffle and pushed to the ground, blade at his throat and heavily panting, upset and heartbroken, difficult conversation and conflicted, annoyed.

.08: brief scuffle, threatened and upset, bitten, angry and argued, rough fight and stabbed, upset and crying.

.09: unpleasant conversation and identity exposed, massaging his injured leg, under gunpoint, sword fight, grieving his father and tears on his cheeks, upset and conflicted, indignant, stabbed in flank and shot at, fallen from the horse semi-unconscious and taken care of, groaning and heavily breathing, grunting in pain and passed out.

.10: holding his flank because of the injury from previous episode, received upsetting news and agitated, moaning during physical effort, harsh confrontation (on purpose), intense sword duel, harsh confrontation (for fake), under gunpoint, rough sword fight and cut at his thigh, stabbed in the back and collapsed on his knees, almost killed, grunting in pain while getting up, pale and sweating, upset, silently crying on his father's grave, rejected, emotional goodbye; *bonus Enrique Monasterio: intense sword duel, stabbed and collapsed (dead for fake), shot at then swordfights.

In the original book "The Mark of Zorro" (1919) by Johnston McCulley: brief scuffle, various chases, rejected, brief scuffle, fought and chased, sword duel without consequences, surrounded and rescued.

[rilakeila]

exchange of roses, ep 1: the battle between the two brutes

host club! jjk x fem!reader

ep. overview the former kendo champs, sukuna and mori, face off in a kendo duel. let's see how this goes!

gojo satoru is the head of jujutsu technology academy's elite high school host club with his friends: geto suguru, nanami kento, itadori sukuna, shoko ieiri, haibara yu, and of course, their princess manager. what happens when they go up against another elite host club in an exchange event with different schools? let's find out!

a/n: erm, the next two events will def be more interactive with the ohshc, the club specialty ep will def have a lot of ohshc/jjk interactions. im just being indecisive rn

the clashing of the shinai (sword made of bamboo) sounded through the room reserved for jujutsu tech. the early morning awoken by the continuous practicing of techniques against the dummies. it wasn't as if there was some sort of waver in sukuna's confidence for the upcoming event later in the day. perhaps, it was the weight of his club's reputation because of his greediness and pride from the prior day's small conference despite it was his doing.

he shook off the thought by striking the side of the body with the outer third of the shinai. his concentration was broken only to hear snoring, causing him to sigh. he brought satoru and (y/n) to accompany him. for the former, they were supposed to train together, and for the latter, she was only there for moral support. endearing, really.

trailing over to the sprawled out figure, he dropped the tip of the shinai onto his stomach, causing satoru to jolt and immediately sit up straight, arms at ready to fight. his eyes followed up to the shinai and its holder, "oh, it's just you. what time is it?"

sukuna glanced over to the clock, "8:06."

"ugh, it's so early," satoru plopped down onto the ground, stretching his limbs star-like. he looked over to their manager, "and, she's still sleeping."

(y/n) was slumped over, neck surely hurting. she was at first delighted to watch the two spar and prepare for their martial arts games. she watched intently, handing genuine praises out, knowing both thrived off of them. sukuna would never display his appreciation for them, but she noticed he holds his head a little higher, more tilt in his smirk. as time passed, satoru tapping out by 6:00, both succumbed to slumber.

without much thought, sukuna lightly poked her head with the shinai, causing satoru to swat away the stick. she stirred, only to snap her eyes open, remembering where was, "what time is it?"

"7:08."

hearing the time, she laid down, resting her eyes, "it's too early."

"tch," sukuna turned around, swinging around the shinai.

"my neck hurts," she groaned, trying to massage the crick.

"i'm surprised that you didn't move around," satoru flailed his arms around on top of her, which he earned a heavy hand to the stomach.

"if you two are both going to lounge around, then leave," sukuna chastised.

"awww, kuna, but we've been here since earlier. we're both more than ready."

"we all need to leave, the announcements start at 8:30. i can't have you both missing breakfast either," (y/n) rose to her feet, trying to pull satoru up with her. she eventually quit, when he went deadweight. "sukuna, you don't start until 8:45 later, and your first opponent isn't really anyone that i've heard of. you'll be fine. be at breakfast soon."

the pink-haired teen grumbled, but his stomach seemed to reflect his sound. breakfast doesn't sound too bad.

8:40.

"look, there's itadori-kun"

honey pointed through the glass windows of the gymnasium. there was sukuna, preparing for his first round of the day with (y/n) holding his men (helmet). he was fastening his kote (gloves), which he soon put his helmet on, bonking the top of (y/n)'s head in the process.

"he looks scary with all of that on," kaoru commented.

the ouran host club gathered around honey senpai at the window, watching the match get started. sukuna and his opponent bowed to each other before bowing to the officials with the referees. now, the match was on.

sukuna's personality reflected how his techniques and how executed kendo. teasing, he had a sway in the way he holds his shinai, falsifying whether he would initiate an attack. this would allow catching his enemies off balance, which is when he first strikes.

"kote!" ippon, the perfect strike.

the red flag raised to signal a point to sukuna. cheers echoed in the gym, and the host club couldn't help but cheer with them. the players reset once more in the middle before resuming the match at the referee's call.

"he moved so fast," hikaru exclaimed.

"itadori-chan hasn't changed one bit with his techniques. he's still so fun to watch!" honey said. he eyed takashi, who used to look up to sukuna's techniques when they were all younger. the two never formally met the pink-haired student, however, it's hard to miss those colored tufts with loud cheers when passing through the championships.

the ouran host club watched intently, if they took their eyes off, they might miss an important attack.

however the other player wasn't making any offensive moves, probably unsure how to attack him. sukuna lessened his tough stance, hoping the other would just charge at him, but there was no budge. he started to quickly swing at the shinai, hopefully waking up the sorry guy. however, there was an opportunity that sukuna doesn't ever miss. he trapped the player, giving him the opening to thrust the tip of the shinai to his neck.

the red flag goes up once more, and the bell signalling that the match was over. they go to their respective starting positions, wrapping up the match. cheers roared through the gym, as sukuna removed his men off.

"woah, he's so cool," kaoru marveled, the twins pretending to be kendo players with imaginary. tamaki was already taking pictures with his phone during the entirety of match, which his members caught him ("it's just for reference.")

"his last kendo tournament, he only lost as the referees were paid off to let the other person win. since then, he hasn't been seen competing," kyoya stated.

"he was supposed to compete in takashi's last tournament but he pulled out of it last minute," honey added, earning a nod from the taller male.

truth be told, sukuna only missed that tournament as the host club had a beach vacation at the special request of kento. no one wanted to pass over the opportunity to a holiday or how kento asked for something.

"well, mori-senpai, we'll be rooting for you in your kendo match," haruhi smiled before the twins dragged her into the gym, trying to find seats.

"you'll do amazing, senpai!" tamaki shared a grin before quickly following the trio, shouting after them.

a small smile on takashi's face at the encouragement from his members. honey noticed the contentment on his face, knowing how grateful he was despite the little words the taller expressed. he pulled his cousin down, enough to pat the top of his head, "good luck out there."

even with nothing said, he just feels everything completely.

"the next two sections, martial arts and table tennis, will be happening concurrently at around 10:30. so try to support both groups as best as possible," (y/n) read off from her clipboard, earning a salute from her members. ieiri and yu were participating in the table tennis duo matches, while satoru would be participating in the martial arts (which he found out that the specific art was karate aka not his favorite).

"and what sport will you be participating in, miss manager?" suguru questioned, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

"none, everything is all on you guys today," she answered, in honesty, she wasn't feeling any of the individual events and would rather wait until tomorrow to expend any of her energy.

"that's no fun, but it'll be great having you support all of us. i expect the same amount of attention from you when i prepare for the relay," suguru pointed to the fact that she was helping sukuna prepare for his round earlier.

"he's just been on edge since this morning, figured the least i can do is help him with his equipment," she said, causing suguru to hum in response.

currently, the tall member from the ouran host club, morinozuka-san if she remembers correctly, was completing his kendo round. based on the portfolio kyoya built for them, he was a national kendo champion. the clicks of the bamboo swords heard through the gym. morinozuka currently playing the defensive side, as his opponent continued to play with a set of aggressive attacks.

it was already 1-0, due to morinozuka taking an advantage in the first minute of the match. however the round of kendo were only set for 10 minutes, and it looked like morinozuka-san was now playing for time before he strikes.

that was what sukuna was talking about during his morning session. he was already thinking about what was three steps ahead of him, as he usually does. sukuna brought up as him and morinozuka's strategies and techniques are about the same, and their match might have an extending round.

"look at him go, he has great balance," satoru commented as he watched.

"yeah, he's kinda the same to sukuna with the way he fights, but somehow very different," yu mentioned the fighting style. (y/n) thinks how morinozuka isn't as badgering as sukuna, probably has more patience and firmness.

morinozuka slipped through a weakness of his opponent, catching him completely off guard.

ippon! strike to the neck, and it was game.

"he ended the match, just like sukuna-senpai did," yu exclaimed.

cheers erupted again once the bell signalled the ending of the match.

"10 minutes until the final round with sukuna and that guy," ieiri said as their pink-haired host trailed in behind her, carrying his bag of items with him.

"that was fast, final round already?" suguru questioned. there were matches happening concurrently, but there should have been a couple of dozens.

"a lot of them forfeited kendo and martial arts, seeing who their competition was," kento answered. he was on patrol for (y/n), updating her on any information in terms of matches and the entire exchange event.

"losers!" satoru cried out, laughing, seemingly the only one who found it funny. "oh, come on, guys."

"alright, sukuna, you're up next!"

this is annoying. sukuna's pride and need to be irritating (according to (y/n)) always got in the way. sometimes, it worked in their favor, sometimes not. and in this situation, it's biting sukuna's ass. he never exerted extra efforts unless the outcome severely aided him in his favor. and now, he's stuck going toe-to-toe with a national kendo champion because he decided to say some shit (even if himself is champion, also)

typically, (y/n) or kento saves him (or satoru and suguru) when he's mouthing off, but they didn't.

he sighs while hopping back to resume his stance.

two options: give up by letting up or let run time

both options would result in failure in some way. the latter, in kendo rules, would result in an extension, and he still has to continue playing. the first would honestly just ruin his reputation, and morinozuka would see right through it. however if he forgoes both options and tries, it would seep into the second option regardless.

he's not the type to do it for anyone but himself, but why does he have the sudden urge to just do it for the club. no, he'll do it for himself despite if there's nothing to gain from it. what's the point if he can't win?

sukuna scanned the player in front of him, figuring out what would be the best way to earn a perfect hit. the height difference between both of them wasn't off too much, him just being a little taller than morinozuka. there wasn't many weak points to strike, but he would be able to test the waters.

he pulls the first offensive move since the beginning of the match. the bamboo sticks ring through the gym, both trying to earn a point. at this point, there shouldn't be much time left on the clock.

"this match is a little boring," hikaru yawned, to viewers, the match seemed to be rather long.

"we're going to find something more entertaining," kaoru completed his brother's thoughts, almost walking away until tamaki stopped them.

"hey, wait a minute, it's the last match and the least we can do for mori-senpai is to watch him," their boss made them sit back down, but they couldn't go without a huff. "what do you think will happen, honey-senpai?"

"it's hard to say. i bet both of their motives are for the clubs. since their techniques mirror each others quite well, i think the officials will send them to a draw without a round extension and give both a point in team points," honey said, as he downed a piece of his cake.

takashi tried to lunge and strike sukuna's left side of his torso, until it was blocked. there hasn't been a match where he was so unsure of what he planned to do for an attack, but here, this pink-haired teen has him stumped. they seem to mirror each other's movements and the plan of defense was, and even when he tries to do a technique he has never done, it's blocked. and it's back to square one.

sukuna almost plans to make a fool of himself and just charge without a technique, but it would give kiddish and actually tarnish his name. he could play dirty and force him out of bounds or make him drop his shinai.

however the bell rings, signalling the end of the match. the red and white flags raised. the two concede, finishing with the formalities to end a kendo match, waiting for the call from the officials.

"morinozuka takashi and itadori sukuna, the match ends in a draw. both performances leading up to this round have been tallied, which assumes into a draw. the games of table tennis and martial arts will start in an hour, please proceed."

"hmph," sukuna bows to takashi once more before mirroring his footsteps to exit the middle of the gym. he was rather unsure how to feel about the ending. he finds his members gathered together, waiting for him, grins all on their faces minus kento who only smiles softly.

"you did great, kuna!" their president first hugs him, which ends up piling everyone into embracing their cocky member. despite the uncertain ending to his kendo match, there was no doubt of the one skip in his heart as his club congratulated him.

that's enough skips for one day.

extra

8:40

"do you ever get nervous fighting or like before? do you feel anything during match days?" (y/n) questioned, watching sukuna adjust his equipment.

"no, i don't feel anything," he answered. though, he knew that she wouldn't have a random question without a reason, "what makes you ask?"

"just wondering." she fiddled with the flaps of the bottom of the helmet. "i don't know, i was also thinking about how angry i would be if i was playing a sport and so close to being a champion, only for me to lose because people got paid to alter the outcome."

he remembers that day vaguely, as he just wanted to push out the emotions that filled in him in those moments. so, it was a lie that he doesn't feel anything, that day, he felt everything. not even in a good way.

"that day, once i figured out the referees were paid off for the last round, why try if the result was already set in stone," he blankly stated, pulling his gloves on. the thing was he did try, he tried the best he was able to, everyone was counting on him that day. his host club, his family, but it just had to be paid off. so close to reaching his one goal, only to be snatched away by greed.

"is that why you stopped participating in kendo? because it might happen again?," she always knew, and he wasn't sure if he hated that she always knew.

"no," he was going to answer, but he wasn't sure how to respond anymore without giving her any leverage. he did lose the passion of participating in his club outside of the academy, as well as the one at jujutsu tech.

"hmm.. just a thought. but i wouldn't let anyone take what i enjoy away from me." she handed him his helmet with a soft smile on her face, "just so you know, we all knew you won that last point. we knew you won that day."

with that stupid smile on her face, he snatched the helmet.

and with that stupid skip in his heart, "get out of here."

ep 1, complete.

[rileyglas]

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[sassenach77yle]

||COUNTDOWN ||SEASON 2 EPISODE 06 || BEST LAID SCHEMES... ||

#83daysofoutlander☆

turned back the lid and stood still, staring into the box. For a moment, my mind refused to register what my eyes saw; the folded white square of paper, carefully wedged upright between the multicolored bottles. I noted rather abstractedly that my fingers shook as I took the paper out; it took several tries to unfold it.

I am sorry.

The words were bold and black, the letters carefully formed in the center of the sheet, the single letter “J” written with equal care below. And below that, two more words, these scrawled hastily, done as a postscript of desperation: I must!

“You must,” I murmured to myself, and then my knees buckled. Lying on the floor, with the carved panels of the ceiling flickering dimly above, I found myself thinking that I had always heretofore assumed that the tendency of eighteenth-century ladies to swoon was due to tight stays; now I rather thought it might be due to the idiocy of eighteenth-century men. There was a cry of dismay from somewhere nearby, and then helpful hands were lifting me, and I felt the yielding softness of the wool-stuffed mattress under me, and cool cloths on my brow and wrists, smelling of vinegar. I was soon restored to what senses I had, but strongly disinclined to talk. I reassured the maids that I was in fact all right, shooed them out of the room, and lay back on the pillows, trying to think. It was Jack Randall, of course, and Jamie had gone to kill him. That was the only clear thought in the morass of whirling horror and speculation that filled my mind. Why, though? What could have made him break the promise he had made me?[...]

"Frank,” I said, and my left hand curled involuntarily over the shimmer of my gold wedding ring. “Oh, dear God. Frank.” For Jamie, Frank was no more than a ghost, the dim possibility of a refuge for me, in the unlikely event of necessity. For me, Frank was the man I had lived with, had shared my bed and body with—had abandoned, at the last, to stay with Jamie Fraser. “I can’t,” I whispered, to the empty air, to the small companion who stretched and twisted lazily within me, undisturbed by my own distress. “I can’t let him do it!” The afternoon light had faded into the gray shades of dusk, and the room seemed filled with all the despair of the world’s ending. Tomorrow’s dawn will see you dead. There was no hope of finding Jamie tonight. I knew he would not return to the Rue Tremoulins; he wouldn’t have left that note if he were coming back. He could never lie beside me through the night, knowing what he intended doing in the morning. No, he had undoubtedly sought refuge in some inn or tavern, there to ready himself in solitude for the execution of justice that he had sworn. I thought I knew where the place of execution would be. With the memory of his first duel strong in his mind, Jamie had shorn his hair in preparation. The memory would have come to him again, I was sure, when choosing a spot to meet his enemy. The Bois de Boulogne, near the path of the Seven Saints. The Bois was a popular place for illicit duels, its dense growth sheltering the participants from detection. Tomorrow, one of its shady clearings would see the meeting of Jamie Fraser and Jack Randall. And me. I lay on the bed, not bothering to undress or cover myself, hands clasped across my belly. I watched the twilight fade to black, and knew I would not sleep tonight. I took what comfort I could in the small movements of my unseen inhabitant, with the echo of Jamie’s words ringing in my ears: Tomorrow’s dawn will see you dead.

The Bois de Boulogne was a small patch of almost-virgin forest, perched incongruously on the edge of Paris. It was said that wolves as well as foxes and badgers were still to be found lurking in its depths, but this story did nothing to discourage the amorous couples that dallied under the branches on the grassy earth of the forest. It was an escape from the noise and dirt of the city, and only its location kept it from becoming a playground for the nobility. As it was, it was patronized largely by those who lived nearby, who found a moment’s respite in the shade of the large oaks and pale birches of the Bois, and by those from farther away who sought privacy.[...]

The carriage pulled to a stop on the road that led through the Bois, near the last small cluster of ramshackle buildings. I had told the coachman what to do; he swung down from his seat, tethered the horses, and disappeared among the buildings. The folk who lived near the Bois knew what went on there. There could not be that many spots suitable for dueling; those there were would be known. I sat back and pulled the heavy cloak tighter around me, shivering in the cold of the early dawn. I felt terrible, with the fatigue of a sleepless night dragging at me, and the leaden weight of fear and grief resting in the pit of my stomach. Overlying everything was a seething anger that I tried to push away, lest it interfere with the job at hand. It kept creeping back, though, bubbling up whenever my guard was down, as it was now. How could he do this? my mind kept muttering, in a cold fury. I shouldn’t be here; I should be home, resting quietly by Jamie’s side. I shouldn’t have to be pursuing him, preventing him, fighting both anger and illness. A nagging pain from the coach ride knotted at the base of my spine. Yes, he might well be upset; I could understand that. But it was a man’s life at stake, for God’s sake. How could his bloody pride be more important than that? And to leave me, with no word of explanation! To leave me to find out from the gossip of neighbors what had happened. “You promised me, Jamie, damn you, you promised me!” I whispered, under my breath. The wood was quiet, dripping and mist-shrouded. Were they here already? Would they be here? Was I wrong in my guess about the place?

The coachman reappeared, accompanied by a young lad, perhaps fourteen, who hopped nimbly up on the seat beside the coachman, and waved his hand, gesturing ahead and to the left. With a brief crack of the whip and a click of the tongue, the coachman urged the horses into a slow trot, and we turned down the road into the shadows of the wakening wood. We stopped twice, pausing while the lad hopped down and darted into the undergrowth, each time reappearing within a moment or two, shaking his head in negation. The third time, he came tearing back, the excitement on his face so evident that I had the carriage door open before he got near enough to call out to the coachman. I had money ready in my hand; I thrust it at him, simultaneously clutching at his sleeve, saying, “Show me where! Quickly, quickly!”

I scarcely noticed either the clutching branches that laced across the path, nor the sudden wetness that soaked my clothing as I brushed them. The path was soft with fallen leaves, and neither my shoes nor those of my guide made any sound as I followed the shadow of his ragged, damp-spotted shirt. I heard them before I saw them; they had started. The clash of metal was muffled by the wet shrubbery, but clear enough, nonetheless. No birds sang in the wet dawn, but the deadly voice of battle rang in my ears. It was a large clearing, deep in the Bois, but accessible by path and road. Large enough to accommodate the footwork needed for a serious duel. They were stripped to their shirts, fighting in the rain, the wet fabric clinging, showing the outline of shoulder and backbone. Jamie had said he was the better fighter; he might be, but Jonathan Randall was no mean swordsman, either. He wove and dodged, lithe as a snake, sword striking like a silver fang. Jamie was just as fast, amazing grace in such a tall man, light-footed and sure-handed. I watched, rooted to the ground, afraid to cry out for fear of distracting Jamie’s attention. They spun in a tight circle of stroke and parry, feet touching lightly as a dance on the turf. I stood stock-still, watching. I had come through the fading night to find this, to stop them. And having found them, now I could not intervene, for fear of causing a fatal interruption. All I could do was wait, to see which of my men would die. [...]

Through a blackening mist, I saw Jamie’s sword come down, graceful and deadly, cold as death. The point touched the waist of the doeskin breeches, pierced and cut down in a twisting wrench that darkened the fawn with a sudden flood of black-red blood. The blood was a hot rush down my thighs, and the chill of my skin moved inward, toward the bone. The bone where my pelvis joined my back was breaking; I could feel the strain as each pain came on, a stroke of lightning flashing down my backbone to explode and flame in the basin of my hips, a stroke of destruction, leaving burnt and blackened fields behind. My body as well as my senses seemed to fragment. I saw nothing, but could not tell whether my eyes were open or closed; everything was spinning dark, patched now and then with the shifting patterns you see at night as a child, when you press your fists against shut eyelids. The raindrops beat on my face, on my throat and shoulders. Each heavy drop struck cold, then dissolved into a tiny warm stream, coursing across my chilled skin. The sensation was quite distinct, apart from the wrenching agony that advanced and retreated, lower down. I tried to focus my mind on that, to force my attention from the small, detached voice in the center of my brain, the one saying, as though making notes on a clinical record: “You’re having a hemorrhage, of course. Probably a ruptured placenta, judging from the amount of blood. Generally fatal. The loss of blood accounts for the numbness in hands and feet, and the darkened vision. They say that the sense of hearing is the last to go; that seems to be true.” Whether it were the last of my senses to be left to me or not, hearing I still had. And it was voices I heard, most agitated, some striving for calmness, all speaking in French. There was one word I could hear and understand—my own name, shouted over and over, but at a distance. “Claire! Claire!” “Jamie,” I tried to say, but my lips were stiff and numb with cold. Movement of any kind was beyond me. The commotion near me was settling to a steadier level; someone had arrived who was at least willing to act as though they knew what to do. Perhaps they did. The soaked wad of my skirt was lifted gently from between my thighs, and a thick pad of cloth thrust firmly into place instead. Helpful hands turned me onto my left side, and drew my knees up toward my chest. “Take her to the Hôpital,” suggested one voice near my ear. “She won’t live that long,” said another, pessimistically. “Might as well wait a few minutes, then send for the meat wagon.” “No,” insisted another. “The bleeding is slowing; she may live. Besides, I know her; I’ve seen her at L’Hôpital des Anges. Take her to Mother Hildegarde.”

I summoned all the strength I had left, and managed to whisper, “Mother.” Then I gave up the struggle, and let the darkness take me.

24 THE BOIS DE BOULOGNE ~Dragonfly in amber

[hannie-dul-set]

#𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗙𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗥𝗬. resident slacker turned achiever overnight? what the hell happened!  it all started when the both of you got grouped together for a class presentation— you got your first unsatisfactory grade, and park sunghoon got his ego bruised for the first time. conflict is perpetual in all societal spheres. but when it’s two unhealthily competitive and prideful people gnawing at each other’s throats, conflict becomes all the more entertaining.

PAIRING. park sunghoon x female! reader. GENRE. social media! au, college! au, academic rivals to lovers, romance, humor. WARNINGS. excessive swearing, dirty/inappropriate jokes, kys/kms jokes, both sunghoon and yn need a lot of work on their personalities, obnoxious political science references and jokes (might add more as we go on).

TAGLIST. open! send an ask/dm/reply. STATUS. ongoing.

NOTE. haven't written an sm au in a hot minute but with my classes starting soon, i thought this would be the best way to keep my blog active while i slowly work on my longer fics. witness the unfortunate polsci-fication of the hyung line. hope you enjoy and always remember— engagement keeps this website alive!

profiles.

01 / a motherfucking B. 02 / scathing review. 03 / just war theory. 04/ playing dirty. 05 / nails out n shit. 06 / do you like it when she degrades you. 07 / bothered. 08 / humiliation kink. 09 / mouth duel. 10 / debate. 11 / praise. 12 / summa cum louder. 13 / no fucking way. 14 / homoeroticism in the tags. 15 / stinky hoon. 16 / why did you dare.

. . . more tba!

CONFLICT THEORY. © hannie-dul-set, 2023.

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SAGAU Series Masterlist

Completed: 06-29-2023

Bring Back What Once Was Mine

Synopsis: It’s been five hundred years since the people of Teyvat celebrated the return of their Creator. Oh what a joyous day that was! However there was something off with the Divine One, had they always acted like this? Not only that, being in their presence didn’t bring the same warmth it did all those centuries ago, but to go against their creator is the highest form of treason they could commit. So when another shows up sharing the exact face as the one on the throne, many are conflicted on who to follow.

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Last Updated: 08-24-2024

Trial By Combat

Synopsis: After being declared an imposter, you decide to duel to defend your honor rather than stand trial.

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◇《Honkai: Star Rail Masterlist 2》◇

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》Masterlist Navigation

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》Started: 07/06/2023

》Finished on: 19/08/2023

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》General headcanons:

Hsr men with a reader, who's scared after they watched a scary movie together.(Jing Yuan/Blade)

Hsr men with Reader, who has a niche phobia.(Jing Yuan/Blade)

Hsr characters with a stressed out reader!(Kafka/Yanqing)

Hsr men with Gunnhildr clan leader reader!(Jing Yuan/Blade)

Stellaron hunters with an Alice Bosconovitch-like!Reader.(Blade/Kafka/Silverwolf)

Hsr men with a reader who dies protecting them.(Blade/Jing Yuan/Welt/Dan Heng)

Hsr MC's x Genshin Impact MC!Reader.(Caelus/Stelle)

Hsr men with a Elsa-like!Reader.(Jing Yuan/Blade)

Stellaron hunters having a crush on you!

Hsr men babysitting your child.(Jing Yuan/Blade/Sampo)

Stellaron hunters with a reader who has a smooth voice!

Hsr men choosing between the world/their goals and you.(Blade/Jing Yuan/Welt)

Hsr/genshin men with Elysia-like!Reader.(Blade/Kazuha)

Blade/Jing Yuan/Welt/Dan Heng stopping their s/o from unaliving themselves.((TW!SUICIDE/SUICIDAL THOUGHTS))

Astral Express crew with a Genshin Impact Mc!Reader.

Stellaron hunters + Himeko with a girlboss reader!

Hsr men watching Disney movies with you!(Blade/Dan Heng/Jing Yuan)

Hsr men with a Sirin-like!Child!Reader, who's having a nightmare!(Blade/Welt/Gepard/Dan Heng)

Jing Yuan and Yanqing with a Yanqing's younger twin!Fem!Reader.

Stellaron hunters with a reader who rizzes up all their enemies.

Stellaron hunters with a Kenny-like!Reader.

Hsr women with a reader, who has a resting bitch face!(Asta/Kafka/Silver Wolf)

Hsr men with a quiet reader, who's loud when their little brother is around.(Jing Yuan/Blade/Dan Heng/Gepard)

Stellaron hunters with a Veliona-like!Platonic!Reader.

Astral Express crew with a Teen!Reader, who just completed their first mission on their own!

Self-aware characters watching you write fanfics about them!(Blade/Serval/Caelus/Yanqing)

Hsr men with HOHE!Elysia-like!Reader, who dance after a sparring session together.(Blade/Jing Yuan)

Yanqing and Jing yuan with a Senti-like!Reader.

Hsr men with a Ruby Hoshino!Reader.(Dan Heng/Blade/Jing Yuan/Gepard)

Hsr men with a reader who has Tachycardia!(Luocha/Jing Yuan)

Hsr men with a Nene Kusanagi!Teen!Reader.(Blade/Jing Yuan/Dan Heng/Gepard)

"No thoughts, head empty for silence." With hsr men!(Jing Yuan/Blade/Dan Heng)

Stellaron hunters with a Teen!Reader, who turns back time after dying.

Stellaron hunters with a Stocking-like!Reader.

Hsr men with a s/o that's like Millie from Helluva Boss!(Sampo/Blade/Jing Yuan)

Astral Express crew with a warm and kind healer reader!

Hsr men with a Momoe Sawaki s/o!(Blade/Jing Yuan/Yanqing/Caelus)

Hsr men with an Asuka!Teen!Reader.(Blade/Jing Yuan)

Hsr characters with a s/o who has a dendro vision!(Himeko/March 7th/Welt/Caelus)

Hsr women with a princess-like!Reader.(Kafka/Serval/Fu Xuan/Silver Wolf)

Stellaron hunters with a Ray-like!Child!Reader.(TW!ATTEMPTED SUICIDE)

Stellaron hunters with a Teen!Vampire!Reader.

Yanqing and Jing Yuan reacting to you being pregnant!

Stellaron hunters with a Ai Hoshino-like!Teen!Reader that dies the same way.

Hsr characters having a duel with a HoHE!Elysia-like!Reader, that ends in a dance.(Kafka/Dan Heng/Welt)

Hsr men with a Klee-like!Reader.(Dan Heng/Blade/Jing Yuan/Yanqing)

Jing Yuan and Yanqing with a twin!teen!Reader, who joined the Stellaron hunters, only to be betrayed by them.

Hsr characters with a child!Reader, that follows them around and acts like them.(Himeko/Gepard/Jing Yuan/Blade)

Hsr men with a s/o, who's the travellers (from genshin impact) older sibling!(Blade/Jing Yuan/Gepard/Luocha)

Astral Express crew with a youngest member!Teen!Reader, who has robotic limbs.

Platonic!Hsr men with a Mafuyu!Reader.(Jing Yuan/Blade/Welt/Dan Heng)

Blade and Jing Yuan with a Khaenri'ahn!Reader.

Yanqing's mom!Reader being attacked with her child and nearly dying!

Hsr men with a HoF!Reader!(Welt/Dan Heng/Jing Yuan/Blade)

》Jing Yuan:

Jing Yuan with a reader who smacks him over the head daily.

Jing Yuan marrying Yanqing's mother!Reader.

Jing Yuan simping for a Yanqing's mom!Reader, who defended themselves unexpectedly.

Jing Yuan with a Yanqing's mom!Reader, who was wrongly executed by him.

Jing Yuan with a Yanqing's mom!Reader, who was reincarnated, after being wrongly executed.

More shenanigans with Jing Yuan and Yanqing's mother!Reader after marriage.

Jing Yuan with a fem!Reader, who's pregnant with twins, but won't rest.

Jing Yuan taking care of the reader during their period.

Jing Yuan adopting Jingliu's child after her death.

Jing Yuan with Yanqing's mother!Pregnant!Reader, who nearly gets assassined.

Jing Yuan with Yanqing's mother!Reader, who gives birth to his daughter, whilst he and Yanqing are gone!

Yanqing being "Kidnapped" and Jing Yuan nearly declaring war over it.

Jing Yuan finding out that Yanqing was Kidnapped by some cultists.

》Blade:

Blade with a Mitsuri-like!Reader.

Blade with a God-slaying!Entity!Reader.

》Yanqing:

Yanqing breaking his swords for you out of sheer jealousy!

Yanqing with a HoT!Reader.

Vidyadhara!Yanqing with a hibernating reader.

Yanqing with a Muichiro-like!Reader.

Yanqing with a Lin Zhaoyu!Reader.

Mind controlled!Yanqing accidentally hurting his s/o!

Mind controlled!Yanqing killing his s/o!

Yanqing with a reader who has a hydro vision!

Yanqing with a reader who's vision got taken away!

Yanqing having to put down his lover, who was striken by Mara.

Yanqing with a horror enthusiast!S/O.

Yanqing with a twin, who betrayed him for the Stellaron hunters.

Yanqing returning home to you!

Yanqing with a s/o who was Kidnapped by the devil archers!

Yanqing with a dimension traveling reader!

Yanqing with a dying nature deity s/o!

Yanqing with a crystal gem!Reader.

Yanqing and fem!Reader meeting their future kids!

Yanqing with a pacifist!S/O, who secretly can protect themselves.

Yanqing with an Aeon-like!Reader, who sacrifices their physical form for him.

Yanqing who gets mind controlled and forced to betray everyone by Kafka.

Yanqing being killed by Reader after they get Mara-struck, Jing Yuan then putting down reader.

Yanqing with a Vidyadhara/Dragon-like!S/o, that nearly dies from his ice abilities.

》Welt Yang:

Pinning!Reader who's worried that they'll burden Welt with their troubles.

》Gepard Landau:

Gepard with a Dimension traveling!Reader, who saved his sisters life!

》Dan Heng:

Dan Heng with a sibling reader!

》Luocha:

Luocha's s/o being in a coffin and getting robbed from him, after he gets jumped.

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[gatheredfates]

Oh my goodness, I can't believe we're here! This is the FIRST Compendium update for Dawntrail! ☀️ In the end I didn't need the extra weekend off; I just put this together in-between trusts (don't judge me).

I hope everyone is having a fantastic time with the new expansion. I am especially excited to see how this document expands as I find new things in its advent, so please let me know if you make/find anything interesting!

While I don't think the Compendium will have anything pertaining to spoilers, I will try to note where resources/communities contain them going forward. Resources may update without me knowing, however; please do your best to engage with content keeping the possibility of spoilers in mind. Thanks!

With that said, however, as of today (07/06), the following resources have been added to Sea's Community Compendium for XIV Creatives.

LARGE SCALE

XIV Modding — In the online game known as FINAL FANTASY XIV, modifications usually fall under the “tools”, “mods” and “plugins” categories. The purpose of this wiki is to provide a semi-comprehensive breakdown of the existing tools & ways to mod the game cosmetically, ie visuals, audio & other on-screen assets.

*Please note: Modding is a direct violation of the games ToS and discussion of it in game will earn you a ban. Its inclusion in the Compendium is for collection purposes; I am not responsible for what you do with the tools should you download them.

FRIEND / CASUAL SERVER

A Walk Across Etheirys — We are a group of friends, and story-lovers, who have chosen to make the slow journey through every zone of FFXIV we can! We take these walks by expansion, remembering them for what they were and what they meant to us, and aim to add new ones as they arise.

LORE

A Comprehensive List of Halonic Swears — For your Ishgardian fanfiction and lore reference. Created by @rosestarart.

SEAFLOOR

We're a Tumblr Community now! For people unfamiliar with the concept of Communities, I encourage you to check out the tumblr post by staff made about them here. However, copy/pasting what I have written in the Compendium, the Community functions as so:

SEAFLOOR (A FFXIV Community) is a Tumblr community whose duel-purpose focuses on my projects — the Compendium, question drives and screenshot events — whilst also reblogging member created works, resources (including events, commissions and looking for content/roleplay/free company posts), affirmations and other xiv-related content. If you are interested in supporting my projects without the social aspect of a Discord, I highly encourage you to join the Community. Everything hosted on the Discord will be cross-posted there; you will not miss out on anything. As Communities are still in beta, members need to be manually invited. If you would like to join, please like the tumblr post here. Once Communities are out of beta, I will remove this section to better reflect its true public status.

I'm hoping the Community will function as a member-curated dash, resource hub and visual diary for my projects and member created works. There are no hard feelings if you want to leave the Discord and only join the Community. Please do what makes you comfortable!

Want to submit? You can either fill out the google form here or send me an ask with the relevant information!

Is my space suitable for the Compendium? Most of the time, yes! Below the read more is some more information/stipulations. Again, all the below information is accessible on the document! 🌻

Below are the following things I do not accept on the Compendium:

Personal/Single-Character LFC ads.

Content intended for or can be used for bullying, harassment and OOC gossip. E.g. ‘Secrets’ blogs, receipts, callout posts, etc. This does not include in-character tabloid blogs used to generate RP.

Communities that do not have an RP/writing element (large-scale exempt).

Anything I find personally distasteful or goes against the spirit of this project.

Common-sense rule applies.

FAQ.

I want to put my community on the compendium but we have an application process. Is this okay?

Yes! Just note somewhere in your application that's a requirement. The only thing that is mandatory for the Compendium is that you must be open to new members or have a public-facing/accessible facet. There's no point advertising a community if no one can join it in some way!

I want to put my community on the compendium but I only have x number of members —

Also totally okay! People don't start with large communities. Activity is a must but, whether your server has two or two thousand members, if you're looking for new people to join, I'd love to help you find people.

I want to put my community on the compendium but I worry its too niche?

Okay, and? If your Eorzean Fishing Alliance has four members but you roleplay every second weekend, I still want to know about it.

What resources/communities can I add if I'm not the owner of them?

Mutual consent is extremely important to me, so anything that isn't a large-scale community OR a publicly accessible resource must be endorsed by the owner/admin/moderators in order to be added to the compendium. I operate under the assumption that a resource posted to a public space (tumblr, googledocs, youtube, etc) is open to all. A large-scale community is one with a significant member count or openly advertises itself as being accessible to everyone for whatever purpose it serves. If in doubt, please get in touch with me. I'm happy to contact your community owners for you!

How active does a community need to be?

If you find a community has not been active in about two/three months, send me a message and I'll take a look at it. Communities have ebbs and flows, especially event spaces that may take hiatuses depending on member interest/life events. I'm not strict in my implementation provided a space isn't dead. If a link or anything is broken, absolutely contact me about that.

I have [insert a question not stated here]?

No drama! Send me an ask or use the #Compendium channel in my Discord!

[staydandy]

Duel (2017) - 듀얼 - Whump List

List by StayDandy Synopsis : Jang Deuk Cheon, a hardened detective cop whose daughter is kidnapped, begins a chase against great odds to solve the mystery of his situation and find his child before it is too late. He starts to hunt down the suspect using the one clue he has: Two men with the same face were at the crime scene. (MDL)

Whumpee : Lee Sung Joon (right) / Lee Sung Hoon (left) played by Yang Se Jong

Country : 🇰🇷 South Korea Genres : Thriller, Mystery, Sci-Fi

Notes : This is a Full Whump List • This is the a revision of my Partial List, which only had 4 episodes listed, and only featured Lee Sung Joon as the Whumpee. • My favorite episodes are pink : 00 • TW : animal cruelty (dog fights)

Related List : Duel (2017) - partial list

Episodes on List : 14 Total Episodes : 16

*Spoilers below*

01 : Lee Sung Joon's hand is bandaged, kicked in the face, dragged by hair, thrown to the ground, beat up, hit with a mop-stick, scared, hyperventilating … [flashback] Lee Sung Hoon is in a fight, hand cut … [present] Sung Joon is handcuffed

02 : … continued from previous ep. ... Kicked, has amnesia, arrested … causes a car crash, head bleeding … almost falls off a building, thrown to the roof, choked, [flashback] in hospital bed, hand cut, in & out of consciousness … [present] interrogated … head pain, traumatic flashbacks … hooked up for a memory test, extreme trauma response; traumatic flashbacks, hyperventilating, extreme fear, drugged to calm down … wound on hand cared for … imprisoned … nightmare; tied down, tested on … bus crash, knocked out briefly … jumps off a bridge into a river

03 : … continued from previous ep. ... (replay) Jumps off a bridge into a river … dragged out of the river, unconscious, arm bleeding … trying to wash his wound … chest pain, trips & falls … wound on arm still bleeding … arm wrenched behind his back … stitches up his own wound … Sung Joon & Sung Hoon fight; Sung Joon is beat up, stepped on

04 : … continued from previous ep. ... Kicked several times … severe pain & difficulty breathing from injures … Sung Hoon has chest pain … Sung Joon has chest pain, trouble breathing, medicates … captured.. choked, traumatic flashbacks

05 : … continued from previous ep. ... (replay) Captured.. choked, traumatic flashbacks … beat up … beat up again

06 : Thrown to the ground, kicked, drugged, passed out … taken to a clinic, carried, seizure … Sung Hoon has a nightmare, head pain, traumatic childhood memory … Sung Joon is comatose … Sung Hoon is unsteady. chest pain, medicates

07 : Sung Joon stands up too quickly, unsteady, head pain … chest pain, medicates

08 : Sung Hoon has head pain … Sung Joon is nauseous, throws up, hallucinates, punches a mirror … head pain

09 : Sung Hoon is shot … Sung Joon is dizzy, unsteady … Sung Hoon staples closed his own wound, unsteady, blurry vision, passes out, fever … medicates … [flashback] Sung Joon is captive, barely conscious, drugged, tied up, mouth taped … [present] Sung Hoon is found unconscious, bleeding out

10 : Sung Joon is strangled … [flashback] Sung Hoon is tied up, mouth taped, bruised, slapped, strangled … [present] Sung Joon is beat up … Sung Hoon causes a car accident, Sung Joon is knocked out, Sung Hoon in a fight

11 : … continued from previous ep. ... Hit in the head with a plank .. Sung Joon & Sung Hoon fight, traumatic childhood flashbacks … Sung Joon wounded, helped to walk

12 : Pain, collapses

14 : (near end) Sung Hoon is in a fight.. panicking

16 : Knocked out with a shot of anesthetic … Sung Joon is captured … tied down to a gurney, mouth taped.. passes out … Sung Hoon is tied up … shot & killed

More Whump Lists for this show: love-me-a-lotta-whump

[amar-y--ya]

Que raro es cuando alguien a quién consideras importante se va de tu vida, porque con el paso del tiempo olvidas muchos de los detalles. Detalles que en su momento pensaste que permanecerían ahí por siempre, como por ejemplo, el sonido de su voz o de su risa, o algunos de sus gestos y manias y en el peor de los casos, olvidas hasta su rostro y la forma de sus manos.

Todo esto lo se porque por mas que trato de recordar aquellos pequeños e insignificantes detalles de ti no lo logro. Ahora me pareces un recuerdo ausente, alguien muy lejano y ajeno a mi.

Pero al menos recordarte ya no duele y por ahora eso me es suficiente.

-(Fragmento encontrado en mi diario 06/Junio/2024)

[berriesilence]

STARTER CALL

copiando vocês na cara dura, vou fazer um starter call com frases e vocês comentam com qual dos meus chars vocês querem + o char de vocês.

a primeira parte é apenas para players que não tenho plot / conexão. para os que já temos plots, vá para o final da página.

comente: frase ou número + nome do meu char + @ do seu char

para quem não conhece meus chars, é só vir nesse perfil que vos fala que tem todos os links importantes para conhecê-los.

PARA PLAYERS QUE NÃO TENHO PLOT:

isabella ( 1 / 2 ) james ( 2 / 2 ) nicola ( 3 / 2 )

frases*: *seria pro seu char dizer isso pro meu! **esses starters podem ser no luau ou pós.

❛Can you ever just agree?❜

❛You do know you cannot show someone your best without allowing them to see your worst.❜

❛Are you going to ask me to dance? One last time?❜

❛I heard it was you who found me and brought me home safe.❜

❛You are running away.❜

❛Just keep looking at me. No one else matters.❜

❛Happy endings do not exist. At least, not in real life.❜

❛We did a terrible thing.❜ com @maximeloi + james

❛You vex me!❜

❛We must be careful not to attract too much attention.❜ com @noturdreamy + james

❛  but i do care about you ... a lot.  ❜

❛  can't you see how much i care about you?  ❜

❛  i am so sorry for turning my back on you as my mentor.  ❜

❛  fighting is something the old me would do. that always made things worse.  ❜

❛  what's the big idea with making me train this early in the morning? the morning is evil.  ❜ @noticiasmorbidas + isabella

❛  let's go on a vacation, just the two of us. anywhere you want.  ❜

❛  i'm impressed. no one has ever gotten the better of me like that.  ❜

❛  i assure you, i have a plan. and i'm saving you for last; then you'll get your duel, and i will destroy you.  ❜

❛  when we hit our lowest point, we are open to the greatest change.  ❜

❛  and ... what am i going to find if ... i get through this?  ❜

❛  why don't you come and find out?  ❜

❛  you need to make decisions based on what you want. don't make the same mistakes i did.  ❜

❛  i do like the idea of putting you on a train and sending you far, far away.  ❜

❛  you need me, but i don't need you.  ❜

❛  i told you dating a teammate would be a bad idea.  ❜

❛  please, just let me say one thing, then i'll never contact you again.  ❜

❛  never forget who you are, for surely the world won't.  ❜

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PARA CHARS QUE TENHO CONEXÃO:

quero combinar algo para o luau porque quero os dracmas hehe porém a isabella é chata, a nicola tá antissocial e o james ainda de luto pelo irmão, então dificilmente iriam interagir com quem não conhecem. portanto, conto com vocês, pessoal que já temos plots. preencham abaixo essas ideias, por favor:

ISABELLA

muse 01 convenceu isabella de ir, estão sentadxs perto da fogueira, izzy um pouco impaciente enquanto muse tenta animá-la com a música que está tocando @juncyoon

muse 02 faz isabella provar camarão pela primeira vez e ela descobre que é alérgica, e tem que levá-la à enfermaria @sonofthelightning

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JAMES

muse 03 vê james afastado e tenta animar ele dando um ukulele ou violão para ele tocar uma música @misshcrror

muse 04 vê james quase entrando numa confusão e vai impedi-lo. james não é de briga, sempre é medroso, mas ele está estressado, mau humorado, de luto, e ouviu algo que não gostou e partiu pra briga. muse impede porque sabe que james não sabe brigar @pips-plants

.

NICOLA

muse 05 e nicola numa discussão aleatória porém saudável sobre qual fruta é a mais gostosa @nyctophiliesblog

muse 06 e nicola quase sendo expulsos da roda da fogueira porque não param de pedir músicas e cantam exageradamente alto todas as canções, até a que eles não sabem @luisdeaguilar

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JÁ ABRI:

❛ i'm angry at myself! ❜ com @littlfrcak + nicola

❛ you don't have to apologize for anything. i'm just so happy you're here now. ❜ com @notodreamin + nicola

❛ all right, hold on. will you quit ignoring me and tell me what's going on? ❜ @noirslaughter + nicola

[verminsmillions]

Burei-uchi | Shindo AU, part II

Yearning/Duel

Happy Taimizu week! This is the follow up to my previous smutty AU installment, and there’ll be another one a week from today, live on the taimizu nation discord! Come hang, if live-written porn about cartoons sounds like fun to you 😘🤣 06/09, 4:00 PM PST