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I'm sure this has been said a dozen times already, but it always baffles me when people say "Hannigram isn't canon" , "Hannibal is queerbaiting", "the show should've made them canon" or anything similar to that. I see it less on tumblr, but have seen it elsewhere and it's like, did we watch the same show? Just because they're not making out sloppy style or having intense gay sex on screen doesn't mean they're not into each other?
Like there's a scene where Will straight up asks "is Hannibal in love with me?" and gets a confirming answer. Theres a scene where Hannibal compares them to Achilles and Patroclus. Hannibal turns himself in to the FBI despite being able to escape and he does it for Will! Hannibal is so completely, deeply obsessed with Will because he loves Will. The show makes it explicit time and time again that Hannibal is in love with Will.
And Will is very much into Hannibal as well. I think for Will it might seem less obvious at times, after all, he had a wife and a kid while Hannibal was imprisoned. But ultimately there's a reason why Will chooses to free Hannibal and go with him. They kill the dragon together and Will is the one who says how beautiful it is. Will outright admitted that he wanted to run away with Hannibal, and that want never actually left him.
The show itself coined the term "murder husbands". A character in canon calls Hannibal and Will that. Hannibal refers to himself and Will as Abigail's fathers. They wanted to run away together and be a family. The finale of those two on the cliff embracing and covered in blood is like the most romantic scene ever shown on tv.
Characters do not need to kiss on screen to be canonically in love!
And I think with this show that statement is especially true because of how many times characters *do* kiss and have sex, and it means nothing. Hannibal had sex with Alana as a way to manipulate her and have her blind to what he was doing. He didn't do it out of love. Margot didn't have sex with Will because she was attracted to him. The show displays very obviously that those things don't necessarily equal attraction, and I think it's completely fine that Will and Hannibal never do something like that. Their attraction to each other is still there!
#genuinely will never understand how anyone could watch this show and come to the conclusion that its queerbaiting#hannibal#hannigram#will graham#nbc hannibal
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Essek and religious trauma
Saw this post from @balleater here and having been meaning to write a meta on the subject, theorizing about what we know.
Essek admits to being seriously traumatized when Caleb talks to him in the Grove.
(141) Caleb: Somewhat hypocritical coming from me, but try to be kind to yourself. Essek: You, more than anyone, showed me that trauma doesn't define you.
The simplest conclusion is religious trauma, along with neglect and abandonment.
In the wrap-up Matt puts serious emphasis on Essek's parents and family being "very deeply steeped" in the religious culture alongside how Essek has "very much eschewed" the religious culture, that no one has ever genuinely cared about Essek beyond his influence and talent, that his family didn't understand or support his focus on dunamantic research (or his career), and draws clear lines about the negative aspects of Dynasty's theocratic authoritarianism and uncompromising cultural zealotry, at points Mercer even compares it to evangelicalism and doomsday cults.
He also gives us hints that it's a bad situation for anyone who doesn't follow the official faith, like in Eiselcross when Caleb asks questions about the mandated religion and Kryn theories on the beacons:
(124) Essek: It is an interesting idea, though I would caution to keep it close to the chest. Such conversations might be considered sacrilege in some circles of the Dynasty.
Which as word of god tells us Essek had a very bad relationship with his powerful authoritarian den family that didn't understand him or his goals, and he grew up in the Bastion (which is a temple to the Luxon), when the Dynasty laws are founded on the faith and enforced by the military:
(EGtW) The laws of the dynasty, which stem from the faith of the Luxon, are enforced by a network of trusted Aurora Watch captains and soldiers
To the point where Matt emphasized how even petty criminals in the prison were systematically "beaten and emaciated", sacrilege could have ugly consequences, even growing up.
Especially considering that all we know of his father is that he seemed to have a temper to the point of extremely self-destructive tendencies, and that he was possibly military and thus law enforcement (warriors function as both in the Dynasty).
Even in the dinner conversation when he was being outstandingly open, Essek was very careful not to tell the nein anything that could allow other Kryn to question his faith:
Marisha: So his lying about it [consecution] was just about going along with the zealotry and not- Matt: Exactly, because he didn't want people to think that there was something up.
And then there's Essek's massive trust problems, which are specifically focused on the word "trust":
(131) Caleb: We feel we can trust you more than my old teacher. (You see, when you say the word "trust". It's simultaneously like seeing a small hit to the heart... and whatever icy bit that cracked melts away for a minute. There's a moment of him hearing the word and letting it wash over him.) Essek: I'm thankful for the trust you put in me. And I hope to make this up to you.
(124) Essek: I've never really been trusted and so I did not trust. When I- when you gave me trust, it gave me a perspective that was so agonizingly striking. So easy to see that I refused to acknowledge it at first, even. (135) Essek: The more I begin to see Beauregard, yourself return with these markings- I've only just recently learned to trust. It's hard to begin to mistrust so quickly.
Where there's a theory that it might stem from the Dynasty's training for echo knights and dunamancers (when we've heard Essek tell Caleb that the training is comparable to that of scourgers), and we even see the echo knight in Zadash react very strongly to the word "trust":
(13) Mollymauk: We just need to know who we can trust and who we can't. Thuron: You cannot trust anybody in this city. You cannot trust yourselves. Anyone who has not bound themselves. They are the enemy.
Other context and info gives us that consecution and worshipping the Luxon and following the umavi-written "system of pure faith" created from their interpretation of the beacons (as EGtW dictates the Luxon is canonically silent and unconscious) is required for people to hold Dynasty political/spiritual/military office and influence, to work for the theocratic government (comprised of the 12 noble religious den families), and that dunamancy and the Dynasty's dunamis research is only accessible to those working for the government.
And it seems like Essek hints at unattractive consequences to others discovering he's been lying about his faith (and/or the dangerous nature of his career):
(131) Essek: I just know that I've also survived this long, weaving the intricacies of deceit like I have, by knowing how best to keep myself out of the complications as best as I can.
Finally, we have Essek's relationship with punishment and pain, alongside the Dynasty's systematic religious corporal punishment:
(57) In the shadows there look to be multiple figures. Some human, some ogre-ish with more reinforced bars, drow. Emaciated, beaten. Not looking happy and healthy, but then again, what good Dungeon of Penance would?
(77) ...days of chosen sunlight in which the nightfall is dispelled and the people of Rosohna and Xhorhas bask in the sun. Even those who find pain and challenge in its presence, as it is part of the worship. (EGtW) The Kryn drow who emerged from the shadowed depths of the caverns beneath Xhorhas now endure periods of sunlight as part of their worship. Periods of days, sometimes weeks, will transpire in a state of perpetual evening, enabling the darkness-bound denizens to go about their work. Such periods briefly come to an end to usher in periods of scheduled, mass worship under the sunlight.
(99) Essek: I will take my leave for the night. Thank you for not throwing me into the water. (97) Essek: The pain is somewhat comforting because I am my own punishment. (91) Essek: I have seen those far older than you that have experienced maybe half the pain I see in your eyes. Age isn't everything. Experience is what hardens you, prepares you for the worst. (138) Beau: My essence will haunt you. Essek: And I would deserve it, like I deserve all of the things that haunt me. Jester: Aw, Essek... Essek: Don't- offer me any solace. (141) Essek: Maybe it's time I just found my way. Really began my penance. I've procrastinated long enough in dealing with my sins. I convinced myself I'd be alone for so much of my life. It's hard to say goodbye when I don't feel alone anymore, but… I understand. I understand and accept what I've done.
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❪ ⌕ . ❫ ' OO. ㅤ ﹕ PRESSURE⠀!⠀⠀⠀[ . . . ]
i cannot make you understand. i cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside of me. i cannot even explain it to myself.⠀–—⠀from, "The Metamorphosis"
✶ . CHARACTERS: eun hwaseong & ian moon. ✶ . WORD COUNT: 2.2k ✶ . WARNINGS: swearing, jealousy, drug use, & fighting. ✶ . NOTES: seunghui & doyun are in my wip boy group. written in two hours instead of finishing the conclusion of my anthropology thesis, might be a little academic vocabulary-wise in the beginning. jarringly inconsistent usage of present & past tense.
There is something to be said about pressure. An all-consuming smothering that has the capacity to produce diamonds or dust.
Hwaseong loved the feeling of that smothering pressure.
He liked the duality of feeling trapped in his own head but protected by the knowledge that he’d come out on the other side.
He was raised on the adrenaline of everything being on the line— his mother’s entire career was revived in an instant with a carefully executed smile on Hwaseong’s behalf. He was performing on stage, entertainment for politicians and important celebrities, before he could properly assemble reliable memories and expressions of the rush of emotions he felt every time he stepped up into the spotlight.
Training at Apricus was a breeze compared to the level of perfection his mother instilled in him as she oversaw his tutoring sessions. Accustomed to the expectation of excellence and motivated by the tense scrutiny the executives placed upon potential debuts, in Hwaseong’s mind the only reason he hadn’t debuted sooner was because of how young he was.
Karin had a weird aversion to debuting anyone under the age of 16— the rule hadn’t been broken for a single artist under the label. He figured it had something to do with the contract she was under when she had first debuted, though he had never thought to ask.
Ending up on the survival show was a sigh of relief for the Seoul native. The gesture— he believed, was supposed to be a true show of their faith in his talents and marketability. Seven years of dedication at the age of 17 was more than most of the others on the show could boast about. Sure, he figured it would be just as much a challenge as it was a reward for his hard work. But he figured being chosen for the show was much more a formality than a true test of his charisma and bare minimum ability to carry a tune.
The offense he found in the selection of the other boys had been a selling point in his arc throughout the show. He was filmed scoffing at Sanghyuk’s long hours spent practicing over and over and over in the dance studio Hwaseong knew had the best acoustics. He rolled his eyes when Carter struggled to find the right words to thank the judging panel’s gracious oversight of his horrendous pronunciation. His teeth gritted in annoyance as he bit back insults directed at Jioh every time he hurled whatever it was he ate before his confessionals.
But none of them got under his skin the way Ian Moon managed to.
Their disdain for one another had been well documented throughout the show. In Hwaseong’s eyes, Ian was nothing more than a pretty boy who had only made it onto the show as someone else’s replacement. Hwaseong had never bothered to ask why Ian had similarly brushed Hwaseong off so early on, in truth he didn’t care much for the reason.
The two’s highly publicized mutual distaste had managed to pique the interests of the producers who incorporated the tension between the two into nearly every episode.
Genuine statements of ��Thank you for the opportunity, I’ll try harder” from Ian were met with censored insults from Hwaseong. And as the distance between their rankings continued to grow throughout the first half of the series, Hwaseong only felt emboldened by his disdain for the Texan former athlete.
“I don’t get it. Yeah, he was put on the show ‘cause he’s pretty, but so what?” Doyun laughs as he watches Hwaseong’s careful surveillance of Ian’s revisioning behind the glass separating the two of them.
“Pretty sells,” Seunghui agrees, nodding at Doyun’s words, gently nudging Hwaseong’s shoulder. With a scowl, Hwaseong reverts his eyes from the sight in front of him. Turning to the other two instead.
“Dude’s a smug asshole. Trained for a few months— as a joke, by the way. And he ends up on the shortlist for a boy group because what— some middle school girl thought he was hot?” Doyun and Seunghui exchange a glance before dissolving into shared laughter, falling into each other as Hwaseong broods to himself.
“Careful, middle school girls are about to fund your whole career.” Doyun hums, lips downturned into a pout as he taps at Hwaseong’s cheek sarcastically.
“Isn’t your sister in middle school?” Seunghui chimes in curiously, finally catching Hwaseong’s attention.
“What if Dasom's part of the middle school girls that petitioned for Ian to be on the show?” Doyun muses, bouncing off of Seunghui’s good-natured teasing of their older friend. With a piercing side eye, Hwaseong chooses to ignore the two’s musings.
“He’s lucky Jaehee’s personally mentoring him,” He mentions off-handedly.
Doyun and Seunghui’s confusion is enough for him to continue fueling his own jealous ruminations.
“He’s in there with her right now, bastard—”
With a rumble of chuckling from the other two, Hwaseong’s eyebrows furrow in confusion, briefly releasing him from his ranting.
“Jaehee offered to give pointers to anyone who got to her during the break before filming resumed,” Seunghui explained with a shrug of his shoulders.
The corners of Doyun’s mouth curled in amusement as they watched Hwaseong try to run through the endless instructions thrown at them over the hours they had already spent filming that day.
“I—” He begins, only to be cut off by enthused Doyun.
“He’s not the bastard between the two of you either. His dad’s just dead, yours is a whore.”
The act of filming the show was quite possibly the most dreaded part of Hwaseong’s routine for the latter half of 2013. He concealed yawns and distasteful jokes behind the heads of the other contestants, only stepping into view of the camera when it came time for him to prove his worth to the judges seated in front of the remaining trainees.
Regardless of his intentional aversion to the camera, the producers always managed to find him when he and Ian were at their most heated. Volatile exchanges heightened into agitated bite-backs which bled into almost any mention of the one contestant that could unnerve Hwaseong at the mere sound of his name. He never thought it to be a coincidence that the two of them happened to find themselves within minimal feet of one another, entering confessionals as one exited, performing one before the other.
But the producers had never made their thirst for conflict more obvious than one of the last days of filming.
Against all— mostly Hwaseong’s— odds, Ian had managed to squeeze his way within reach of the final lineup. A final solo performance of each of the 10 trainees remaining would be the determination between debut and elimination. Doyun and Seunghui had been eliminated weeks ago. Hwaseong wasn’t surprised as much as he was peeved. For some reason, the show just couldn’t shake Ian.
“Yo, what’s your fuckin’ problem with me, dude?”
Hwaseong knew Ian had issues with his temper. It was a plot point emphasized over and over by the producers throughout the taping. He had a short fuse and a burning desire to get even. Hwaseong figured it to be leftover rage from the injury that removed the possibility of achieving the dream he’d had since he was a young boy. Sanghyuk had let it slip that Ian’s father was an abusive surgeon— an oxymoron that made Hwaseong’s head hurt so bad he brushed it off and never thought about it again.
“Does it matter?” Hwaseong snarks in response, the corner of his lip curling in his quip. Three words are all it takes for Ian’s eyes to light up brighter than Hwaseong had ever seen before. A fire suddenly erupted from a spark he didn’t know was there.
“Yeah, it does Hwaseong.” Ian hissed, fists and jaw equally tense, clenched in restraint. He glances at the other trainees who slowly begin to pay attention to the tension breaking between the two boys.
“Whatever Ian. The show’s almost over, you’ll be able to go home and forget about me in about three days.” His words are delivered with a scoff, a roll of his eyes following shortly after.
“Are you threatened by me or—” That was enough to set Hwaseong off. The fire spreading to his much darker eyes, launching him forward to stand eye-to-eye with the American.
“Threatened?” He all but spat the word out, as if an insult to his existence. “You’re so full of shit. We both know the only reason you’re here is because Jaehee wants to keep the pretty boy with the funny accent around.”
There isn’t a moment of pause before Ian grabs at Hwaseong’s shirt, throwing him to the ground before Hwaseong or any of the other spectators could react. As Hwaseong scrambles to rise to his feet from the frigid floor beneath him Ian smirks at the clear panic in his eyes.
“What’s it like to be so fucking pathetic that no one bothers defends you?” The amusement in his eyes sends a shiver down Hwaseong’s spine as he finds himself unable to tear his attention away from the vocalist towering over him.
“What’s it like to be so fucking cowardly you have to beat the motivation out of your competition to win at anything?” Hwaseong’s words are coated in venom as he returns the insult. “You’re not making the group, Ian. No one wants you here.”
With that, a blur of yelling and bodies shifting in Hwaseong’s vision clouds his perception. He barely registers the others struggling to restrain the older boy from grabbing at the younger. The ringing in his ears from the weight of the built-up resentment between the two of them culminates in a smirk that Hwaseong can tell infuriates Ian to his core.
Through gritted teeth, held back by both Sanghyuk and Carter, Ian musters a strained, “Fuck you.”
With a saunter to the door of the practice room, Hwaseong speaks up with one last taunt. “Take care of yourself, Ian. Send us a postcard from Texas.”
If Hwaseong believed in a higher power, he was sure God was enjoying making Hwaseong eat his words. Over the next three days, Ian had not only turned half of the other contestants against the show’s youngest trainee but had managed to squeeze his way into the final lineup.
As if by some sick twist of fate, Hwaseong watched the group’s final member claim the last spot in the quintet, that signature cocky smirk of his plastered across his praised features. When he catches Hwaseong’s eye from his spot at the other end of the line— Sanghyuk and Romeo providing a necessary buffer between the two with starry eyes and blinding smiles, Hwaseong can feel his stomach twist with a chill so nauseating his smile is wiped from his face. His knees buckle underneath him, catching Carter’s attention who finds the situation so gratifying he leans over to whisper a carefully enunciated, “How’s it feel, dumbass?” under his breath.
With disbelief etched into his expression, mistakenly read as gratitude, Hwaseong trends for the next week.
“Do you remember that fight we got into?” Ian chuckles lowly, slowly taking a hit from the lit blunt in his hand. He shakes his head as he remembers the moment that irrevocably changed the course of his life. He exhales after a moment, watching the smoke fill the empty air in front of his nose before slowly dissipating into the Seoul night sky. Ian shifts to take a second drag before passing the blunt to Hwaseong, sighing slowly.
“Yeah, made you eat shit in front of everyone,” Ian responds, a dimple coming to rest on his cheek, turning to watch Hwaseong as his lips closed around the blunt between his fingers.
“Shut up. You did not make me ‘eat shit’”. Hwaseong answers, the smoke leaving his mouth in a sudden stream.
“Yeah, I did. I beat your ass and made it into the final lineup.”
The younger man’s eyebrows furrow in disagreement, “You did not beat my ass, Ian.”
As he reaches for the blunt, Ian playfully hums, “Still made it into the lineup.”
Hwaseong scoffs with an eye roll, “Last.”
With an exhale Ian simply mutters, “How bad does your ass still sting?”
The two share a lazy chuckle, eyes drooping as they recall the memory differently. Rising with a grunt, Hwaseong brushes off the comment casually, “Whatever, dickhead.”
Mirroring with a grunt of his own, Ian gently soothes the younger man’s temperament, “You love me.”
Receiving a grumble in response, Ian watches Hwaseong turn to unlock the door of their dorm to reenter the shared space in the early hours of the morning.
Stopping him with a sudden urgency he asks, “Wait, do we look high? I don’t need Sanghyuk on my ass tonight.”
Hwaseong offers a snorted chuckle in response, receiving a furrowing of Ian’s eyebrows. “Doesn’t matter that you look high when you smell high.” After a brief moment of blank staring on Ian’s end, Hwaseong continues toward the door, fiddling with the door knob.
“I smell high?”
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Seriously how old is this anon?😂😂😂😂. I swear I respect you bloggers, cuz Lord knows i could NEVER deal with half the shit y’all deal with in these asks! When i read stuff like this, i begin to understand why the world is so messed up and why evil thrives so much!
Imagine thinking Jimin only liked Jk because he had muscles! Really anon! Really?? Didn’t we all see how lanky Jk used to be back in the day, but we had Jimin going bonkers over him? Jimin LITERALLY chased Jk telling him he liked him and wanted to go on a trip with him! Jk wasn’t anywhere close to hot and good looking as he is now but JM wanted him! I don’t know the kind of upbringing you have anon, or your personal life experiences or the environment you are exposed to but ur mentality is so juvenile and stupid, and outright embarrassing! How shallow can you get? More importantly how shallow do you think Jimin is? Jimin LOVES Jk! Not because of what he is, how he looks, how good Jk kisses or f**ks him, JM just loves the being that is Jk and if you or anyone who thinks like you had any sense, you would see that!
This may sound really cheesy but for a very long time, i had forgotten what true Love felt like, heck i almost stopped believing there was such a thing, until i found BTS and Jikook! I am not even talking about romantic love here, just Love in general! It’s not about the sexual tension moments, or the moments when they check each other out! No! It’s those moments when Jk looks at Jimin like he literally just fell from the sky, it’s those moments when Jk allows himself to break down infront of Jimin, it’s those moments when Jk turns his whole body to Jimin and attentively listens to him, it’s those moments when he is genuinely happy for Jimin, it’s those moments when he looks out for Jimin (in his own way). Its those moments when Jimin stops himself from going to comfort Jk, it’s the moment JM gives up his toy for Jk, it’s those moments Jimin looks at Jk like he is the most adorable thing he ever saw, it’s how Jimin softly touches Jk’s head, it’s how JM will always lookout for Jk! Not all these are exclusive to Jikook but all of these point to one thing…REAL LOVE! Those two love each other to bits and that is a FACT! They have been consistent in showing their love for each other for more than 10 years and this is why i always tell people, there are so many things we will never know about Jikook! Never! There are fights, breakups, makeups, arguments, disagreements, petty moments, lovely moments, angsty moments etc that we will never know about! We would have never known about the rainy day fight if they didn’t tell us! Hell they only told us the story 5years after it happened! Even with the dumplings incident, it seems like we only know half of it. What is my point, we at certain times look at some of their actions to eo at certain points and we draw all sorts of conclusions, make all sorts of analysis and come to ridiculous conclusions like the one you just came to! “Jimin doesn’t go to see Jk because Jk doesn’t have boobs anymore”😂😂😂😂. Like bro, we literally DO NOT know that! We just don’t! There is a huge part of their lives they intentionally keep hidden or are very vague about for reasons best known to them, so for you as a fan who lives thousands of miles away from them and do not know them personally, to think you know what they are feeling or thinking based on a certain action or behaviour of theirs is just crazy! Absolutely crazy!
I don’t know for certain if Jikook are still together, or were ever together (i’m 99.9% sure tho) but what i do know is that what ever love they felt for eo, wasn’t just skin deep and I didn’t come to this conclusion by watching one interaction or a few interactions! I came to this conclusion after watching more than 10 years worth of content, listening to them, listening to those around them and paying attention to the things they do when they don’t even realize we are watching. That’s how i know!
Well. Fucking. Put.
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What would you think if an evilized villain (maybe a wishmaker-like villain or maybe even a villain that's unrelated to the butterfly miraculous) caused Chloe and Zoe to switch bodies somehow, and nobody fully understands what's going on, so Zoe (in Chloe's body) is taken by Audrey back to New York, despite Zoe desperately trying to explain things. But Chloe enters a fugue state (heavily due to trauma caused by the neglect of her parents) and genuinely thinks she's Zoe, and is even able to recall many of the things Zoe did due to being in Zoe's body. The class thinks “Zoe's” change in behavior is due to the psychological effects of method acting, since “Zoe” is playing Chloe in Astruc's new movie, but they gradually convince “Zoe” to let them help her relearn how to be “herself” again. Meanwhile, in New York, Zoe is trying to get back to Paris, but when she gets there, “Zoe” thinks she’s there to try to hurt Marinette.
Eventually, after listening to “Chloe”, Marinette starts to suspect that “Chloe” might be telling the truth, so she decides that she must test “Chloe” and “Zoe”. She fakes being in danger to see how they react. “Zoe” reacts slightly faster than “Chloe”, so Marinette comes to the conclusion that “Chloe” is lying and that “Chloe” has an evil and manipulative plan. Marinette thinks that “Chloe” must have picked up a few tricks from Lila, because she thinks no version of Chloe could possibly react faster than Zoe when it comes to protecting her. So Audrey takes “Zoe” back to New York again to “correct” her after “Zoe” fails to convince anyone of the truth.
12 years later, “Zoe” gets seriously injured after fighting a villain when Ladybug isn’t around, which causes “Zoe” to not have long to live. Then Ladybug accidentally stumbles upon the truth about “Zoe” while trying to help “Zoe” using magical powers. Ladybug decides that the moral thing to do is to switch Chloe and Zoe back to their original bodies. Once Zoe gets her body back, she blames Chloe for her impending death and for leaving her with 12 years of torment, while Chloe got off scot free. When Lila gets defeated, Zoe steals the Butterfly Miraculous to get her hands on Ladybug and Catnoir’s miraculouses, hoping to “make things right”. Zoe gets defeated by the heroes (including Chloe) and Ladybug manages to cure Zoe’s injuries.
Lol it's been literally years since I last had an ask HAHAHAHA and this is totally random but kinda funny so I'll answer as best as I can
I've quit watching mlb for some months now, so I don't really know what's going on and I really don't care about this show anymore, I just like the memes. But, as an idea itself I consider your suggestion to be both scary and cool. Scary in a way of treating traumas through metaphors but WHAT A METAPHOR because changing bodies and for that long I think it's fucked up, but it would certainly be interesting to explore the dynamics of both characters and talk about accountability and gulit. And cool because I actually like that kind of philosophical reflexions in any media. Problem is, they'll never do something as interesting as this. They don't even give Adrien agency, so meh. Maybe you can write a fanfic or draw a comic?
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Hello there.
I was wondering where your ff about Ran being a Rockstar maybe and reader being a ballet dancer? Something like that I was wondering where it is or is it not realse yet?
hi! it's not released yet, but i am so excited for this one. i hope i will execute it just as nicely as i had planned.
it's going to be a bit dark though and probably will mention a sexual abuse that reader underwent with her ex. it's not going to be detailed or anything, she will just do one thing and ran would be like oh what the actual fuck, but rather than that it's going to be okay. here's a wip so you can understand a bit how this story will go.
So, before he even met you, he had this slight dislike towards you. It was childish. It was stupid. It was unreasonable. And it was so evident everyone was taken aback. More than anyone else for obvious reasons Rindou. Knowing Ran, however, neither of them brought this up. Nobody asked him why or how or said that it wasn’t fair. Ran was Ran and intervening with his feelings, doings or morals were just as pointless as facing the eruption hoping you could get out alive.
And he didn’t like ballet. He was never interested in it and a few things he knew from the pamphlet Rindou gave him about today’s show didn’t appear to him all that fascinating. The only thing that hooked him was the story behind The Rite of Spring. He read the annotation twice and couldn’t come to a clear conclusion so he asked Rindou. Why does spring want someone dead for it to bloom? Isn’t spring supposed to portray beauty and pureness? Rindou smiled. That easy barely there smile. It made Ran feel younger. But Rindou’s question made him feel even worse. You aren’t that poetic Ran. Have you ever been in love? You need to fall in love to understand.
That’s when Ran finds his silence. That’s when he knows this silence was only his. Nobody else ever heard it.
The revelation haunts him ever since.
When Rindou gets back they barely change a couple of words. It’s time to get to their seats and they are already a bit late so they rush to the stairs and then along the hall to the gallerie. The light is off the moment they sit down and he can hear Koko rustling his silk kimono and muttering ‘just in time’.
After that everything is silent.
Stravinsky’s music isn’t doing it for him and neither is costumes or dancing [which he knows is good, perfect even, it just does not reach his heart]. Half way through the performance he is so bored he slumps in his seat and dully follows the ballerinas twirl and jump around the scene. He wants to get out. He wants to go to his favourite ramen shop and eat two portions and then go home and sleep for two days straight.
He can’t do either. So he stays. His arm bent at the elbow prompt at armrest. His head leaned on his palm. He is so genuinely tired and irritated and maybe a bit mad at himself and his silence.
He hopes forty-five minutes - the duration of the ballet - pass quickly.
It’s your pointe shoes he hears first and the sound is so loud, so strong he jolts in his seat.
Kakucho near him does the same. “You okay?” He whispers, worried, because Kakucho is kind and he is always thinking about them.
“Yeah. I am sorry. I am fine. Those leather pants… I just slipped a bit. I am okay. Don’t worry.” He pats him on the shoulder and sits upright knowing that he is never going to be okay again. That all those sounds coming fast at him are crushing him down, suffocating him and he wants them to go away so desperately, he’d do anything.
As he watches you - the chosen one slowly coming to meet your death in the name of spring - he tries very hard to remember if the world ever sounded like this. So rich and vast. So gentle and vicious. So alluring. He can’t take his eyes off you and he knows it’s you. He doesn’t need any confirmation.
He knows you are Rindou’s dear friend and you are the love of his life.
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Could absolutely be honest and harder about it. But we're not gonna revolt and hold people accountable, and the US isn't going to flip on Israel during this moment. All she chose to do here is more than Biden ever, but it's not enough.
Regardless, at the least I can say it's more than expected and more than anyone else would do. Still, hold the fuckers accountable, she's working with what she's got and could absolutely do more.
I honestly believe she'll be better to Palestine than Biden, at a minimum, that's something to consider for some.
I don't like anyone calling it a """war""" as that would involve a country vs country in some manner. This is a country genociding another country, using terrorists it created and have created more of as an excuse to continue doing what it has the past 60 years of oppression.
"has the right to defend itself" isn't what any singular person is discussing and is a tactic to dodge reality and lie to people. Actually fuck off? Fuck off.
It can't get more binary than this, let's just be honest. It's a genocide. But for a politician, yeah, sure, whatever dude. I'm sure the fact only 10 dems voted for a ceasefire and called it a genocide is the real "binary" issue here. Can't blame her if that's what she's insinuating.
But Biden absolutely would never, ever, be any better or potentially change directions for the better. Kamala might. That's absolutely the best the anti-genocide crowd will be able to get this election.
You're either Third Party or Kamala, and let's be honest, you can't blame either for it, not everyone is gonna be as enlightened and informed as another, not everyone will have the same reasons and certainly not everyone will be accepting genocide if they vote dem.
Ya'll gotta understand there's billions of people and the "shit on what mindsets I don't like" mentality doesn't have to extend to people who aren't republican. Almost nobody has a good reason for anything, it's all vibes. The world doesn't work binarily and humanity is less stubborn and more logical in their own brain's way, not yours. If ya want anti-genocide, ya better start showing people the reality more so they can come to their own conclusions. Right or wrong.
Sticking to Tumblr and bitching ain't enough. Ya'll're quiet everywhere but Tumblr. Everyday I scroll there's a new atrocity. Start spreading that to every social media because the reality is the opposite narrative is everywhere else.
Ya have to spread. Literally Everyone On Tumblr Knows.
Not enough on Reddit, facdbook, instagram, etc, know shit but what people scared to say the truth have been saying. And I can't stress enough how bad it is to link this hellsite on other platforms or reccomend people make an account and explore here. It won't happen no matter how much you prefer this site. I'd sooner ask someone to download wpd and watch some videos there than tumblr.
Don't be mad at dem politicians for listening to what is the unfortunate majority comprised of hate, ignorance, and virtue signallers, in such a scary election for absolutely everyone. Ya'll gotta make the voter informed and demanding of more. And me being the only one initially going around with a 3 reply length copy paste for reddit was only doing so much. None of ya'll tried to spread. I did. It only did so much. Enough of us and it may do something more, but we'll never fuckin know at this rate.
Again, it comes down to: Make the messaging a Valentine's Day card so it's easily spread and easily sourced, and then spam that shit wherever you can. Sticking to tumblr and bitching in these massive text posts is genuinely pathetic.
Do Something. If ya don't, vote Third Party or Kamala. Just don't not vote, we have a chance at a third party, any percentage up from last election is a win. Vote Third Party if you aren't voting for kamala. Don't let people say it's a waste, most people don't vote, no election has been decided by the popular vote. Your vote won't make a difference in a sea, but it will in a pond. We just need enough rain.
Kamala Harris about her conversation with Netanyahu
“Israel has a right to defend itself and how it does so matters. What has happened in Gaza over the past nine months is devastating.”
vowed "not to be silent" about suffering in Gaza
said “it is time for this war to end and end in a way where Israel is secure, all the hostages are released, the suffering of Palestinians in Gaza ends, and the Palestinian people can exercise their right to freedom, dignity and self-determination.”
she is pushing for ceasefire deal
“It is important for the American people to remember, the war in Gaza is not a binary issue.”
“Let us all condemn terrorism and violence. Let us all do what we can to prevent the suffering of innocent civilians. And let us condemn antisemitism, islamophobia and hate of any kind. And let us work to unite our country."
link to article with video of her speech
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People who are hating Ayato are trying to be different way so bad frfr. He’s not more hate-worthy than any of the other guys because they were all abusive after all, even Azusa.
At first I thought he was annoying af (I thought everyone was annoying tho) but after watching him grown in other games I came to the conclusion that Ayato is a great character. He acts childish as a coping mechanism because this guy has been locked inside almost his entire life having to study and prepare for being heir, so his childhood has been really taken away from his, I really can’t put the blame on him atp.
He acts immature sometimes but bffr so do all the others. Ayato is capable of a bunch of things and very prone to change into a better person. I would truthfully say that he’s a very emotionally mature person given that he takes responsibility, owns his mistakes, shows empathy, admits when he needs help or when he’s burning out and isn’t afraid of showing his vulnerable side. That anon who insulted Yui for choosing Ayato over “a man like Ruki” undoubtedly didn’t understand Ayato and neither Ruki. I don’t want to get the Ruki stans mad but this guy is an enormous hypocrite who gets satisfaction out of people’s despair, is that really what anyone would consider “the perfect man”? Besides Yui fits with Ayato way more and I would rather say that Ayato is the man Ruki will never be.
// Everyone certainly has different tastes, therefore it's okay to dislike a character, but to hate one is already quite puerile. I don't get why insulting fictional characters would make anyone feel better about themselves.
In all honesty, I have always liked Ayato's childish side. Even Yui admits loving when he acts that way and that’s because he’s genuinely adorable. If someone became so comfortable with me to the point that they asked me to pat their head, I would feel happy, lol. There are people who don't want to have their privacy invaded but they should understand that 99% of heroines always like when their love interests get clingy and want affection from them, so it’s not anyone’s fault they can’t relate to them.
As for maturity, that’s something you gain from experience and it’s also more like a form of professionalism. Nobody is mature all the time and what someone might label as “immature” could be, from another perspective: fun-loving, counter-cultural and so on. In Ayato’s case, his immaturity comes from poor impulse control because he never received the life lessons that would have helped him understand when certain behaviors are inappropriate. I do agree that once he experiences certain things, he becomes very emotionally mature and that side was best shown in LE and especially in CL. 
Speaking about Ruki, I remember Rejet describing him in an official book as a fake person, which is in fact not a lie, haha. He’s truly a manipulative character, who plays multiple roles so as to get what he wants. I’m glad Yui didn’t fall for him in Ayato’s MB route because the Ruki presented there wasn’t his real version, he was only acting nice to lure Yui. I can’t deny that he is able of being boyfriend material after you conquer his heart but I do admit that Ayato is actually a better version of Ruki. Having a lot of knowledge and being a good strategist doesn’t make you the dream guy of every girl, there are more important things out there.
One of the main reasons why I ship Ayayui is that they are both brave, bold, authentic, and mentally strong, and people like this need to stick together. I like how neither of them is afraid to confront or even disagree with Karlheinz; Yui's "I'll be the one to decide my life and future." (DF) and Ayato's "I don't need your powers, I choose my own destiny." (CL) are two of the most powerful words ever spoken in Diabolik Lovers because they demonstrate that they will not allow themselves to be Karl's or anyone’s puppets. Both of them may be dumb at times, but being badass can take many forms; it isn't just about fighting an enemy or devising elaborate plans.
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How would the slashers react to y/n already being taken. By someone random or another slasher. Just how would they reaction.
The Slashers falling for someone who’s already taken:
Thomas Hewitt
Thomas had seen you around town before, he wasn’t the biggest fan of being in public because of the ridicule he had received throughout his life but he couldn’t avoid it forever.
You must have noticed him, he was difficult to not notice, but you would always give him a small smile when you saw him. That alone was enough to win him over.
One of the major problems was that you were taken, not that Tommy thought he actually stood a chance with you anyway. Even with your little smiles, you were only being kind because that’s who you are.
To make matters worse, the man you were dating was one of Tommy’s co-workers at the factory. This meant that he had to see you almost everyday, coming in to the factory to visit your boyfriend.
Thomas couldn’t help but watch you both with a sad longing. You’d come in, smiling lighting up the room, your presence making the place so much less miserable. But then, of course, you’d go straight to your boyfriend, greeting him with a hug and a kiss, normally bringing him his lunch.
Thomas wanted that. He wanted to be the man you came to see, who made you smile like that.
You were a kind person, greeting everyone you passed, including him. At some point your boyfriend had actually told you that you didn’t need to be so friendly, but you had playfully chastised him for that.
It was painful, watching you being so affectionate with another man, even though Thomas knew he had no right to feel jealous...he was.
Thomas wanted what he had, he wanted you...but he knew that wasn’t a possibility.
He knew he just had to keep indulging in his fantasies, because that was as close as he would get to the real thing. He would settle for those little smiles and waves when you passed him in the factory, and he would just continue to picture himself in your boyfriend’s position.
Michael Myers
Michael had seen you around town, stalked you a little, as Michael does. It was fair to say that he had formed a small obsession with you.
He didn’t feel that familiar desire to kill you, in fact he felt the desire to continue following you, to be closer to you.
But it wasn’t long at all before he became aware of your current boyfriend. Michael saw it all, every time he visited you, every time the two of you went somewhere together, Michael was right there too. Just neither of you were ever aware of him, of course.
The stalking becomes very regular, stalking both you and your partner.
He stalks you to satisfy his obsession, to attempt to sate this new sense of...longing?
But he stalks your partner to try to decide what you see in them. He quickly comes to the conclusion that they are nothing special, easily disposable, nothing to worry about.
Of course you’re never going to meet Michael in a way that actually lets you interact with him properly. If he ever does make himself known to you, it’s not going to be good.
It means that he’s planning on making you is, that the first step of that would be eliminating the threat.
Once Michael decides that he wants you and that he will be having you, nothing is going to stop him.
Bo Sinclair
You had been dating Vincent for a while now, and you’ve really come out of your shell since you first arrived in Ambrose.
Ever since you started staying with the brothers, Bo hadn’t been particularly shy about how he’d...share his bed with you if you were interested. Thankfully, he stopped that since you and Vincent got together, he was considerate enough for that.
Bo just hadn’t realised that he had actually developed feelings for you until after you started dating his twin brother.
He hated to admit it but seeing the two of you together infuriated him, even pained him to some extent.
Thankfully you kept most of your affection private, since his brother was a relatively shy person, but you were less worried about it. You’d still hold his hand wherever you went, you’d still lean up to kiss his cheek.
What bothered him the most was when they would both come home and you’d run up to Vincent, greeting him with a hug and a kiss to the mask. He wanted that greeting...not that he’d ever confess that to even himself.
Bo acts pretty hostile towards you, acting like you’re a burden to have around. He’s harsh on you, just because he wants something that he can’t have.
That has never sat right with him, he doesn’t like not being able to get what he wants. He hates even more when Vincent has that thing.
Bo has always been the charmer (despite that charm being an act) but Vincent was always the ‘good’ twin...and you had clearly seen that...
You had been friendly towards him once but now you tend to avoid him. It’s his own fault, ever since you got with Vincent, he started pushing you away, being cruel to you.
It’s easier for him to deal with all those annoying feelings he has if you’re not around being all...smiley and kind.
Vincent Sinclair
Vincent had adored you ever since you showed up in Ambrose and started staying with them. You were so kind to him, never acting like something was wrong with him. You were patient, kind, sweet...
And now you were somebody else’s.
He never really thought that you’d be interested in him that way, but he was allowed to think about it from time to time.
Admittedly, he hadn’t seen Lester as the threat. If anything, he thought you would end up with Bo...but no, now you didn’t even live at the house with the twins. You lived with Lester.
And the two of you didn’t make it easy for him. You and Lester are an affectionate couple, carefree and in love. Which is exactly what Vincent wants with you.
He knows that if you knew about his feelings for you, you’d be less affectionate around him. That’s just the kind of person you were. Kind and considerate.
You and Vincent were still friends, he never planned on pushing you away. Now he just cherished the moments you came into town to visit him.
Vincent loved you, he knew he did, but he’d never say anything. He’d never want to do anything to make you uncomfortable, and he’d genuinely not want to effect your relationship with Lester.
Even if it hurt him to see you both together, he was sincerely glad to see you and his brother happy, because he cares about you both. He wants you both to be happy.
Vincent is happy for you both, even if it hurts.
Lester Sinclair
How couldn’t be love you? Lester has loved you for a long time, pretty much since you joined the brothers in Ambrose. You had always been friendly with him, since he was the easiest to talk too in many ways, and the two of you always laughed together.
When he walked into the house while he was visiting and saw you and Bo mid kiss, he just froze. He hadn’t seen it coming at all...but after the initial shock, he wasn’t that surprised.
And your relationship wasn’t easy to be around when he had feelings for you.
While Bo wasn’t huge on public affection, he liked to have an arm wrapped around you, and wasn’t all that shy about giving you a kiss here or there. Lester hated that, but you had no idea it was hurting him to see so you never made an attempt to stop it.
It wouldn’t be that long until Bo figured out how Lester felt about you. For the most part, he doesn’t want to hurt his brother...until they argue about something. Then Bo loves to rub it in Lester’s face without you even understanding what was going on.
You and Lester remain good friends, he wouldn’t push you away, he still wants you in his life. Bo isn’t a huge fan of how close you are but he doesn’t care because in the end you’re still dating him.
In the end, you were with one of his brothers, so he didn’t want to get involved.
However, Lester did worry about your choice in partner. If anyone knew that Bo has...some redeeming qualities, it would be his brothers. Lester was just sure that he could treat you better, that he’d be better for you.
Hell, he would have felt better about you being with Vincent.
Asa Emory (The Collector)
Ever since Arkin escaped him, Asa got curious, wanting to find out who this man was. That’s how he saw you...and he was infatuated.
Arkin must be more than he gave him credit for if you’re interested in him. Yet, he’s sure you would prefer him.
So, he does his research, watches a little more, his infatuation growing, until he acts.
You’ll accidently run into some handsome, charming stranger. A professor. There’s no reason for you to believe this wasn’t an accident...but it absolutely wasn’t.
Asa running into you was not an accident. He just had to interact with you, to have you know about him, even if it’s something fleeting.
In the end, it’s unlikely Asa will be able to accept that you’re something he can’t have. He wants you, he will have you, it’s as simple as that.
Asa is certainly not above just taking what he wants...which just so happens to be you. It’s just a bonus if that indirectly gets to Arkin.
You’re Asa’s main focus now.
Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull)
Anything Jesse wanted, Jesse got. If he wanted something, he made it happen.
And then there was you...something he wanted and yet didn’t have.
You’d come around, greeting him warmly. The two of you had become somewhat friendly since you were around so often.
The reason you were around so often was the worst part of this whole thing. You just so happened to be dating Preston, the man who worked just under himself.
That’s were the irony comes in. Preston wanted to be Chromeskull, he wanted everything that Jesse had, to be everything that Jesse was...and yet the only thing Jesse wanted was you, who Preston already had.
Jesse doesn’t really care about bothering Preston, he was already expecting some sort of plot from his underling...so why would he care about upsetting him?
He’s not shy about laying on the charm with you. He had even taught you some sign language over the time you both knew each other, which pissed Preston off.
You seemed oblivious to Jesse’s interest in you but Preston was well aware of it. He never commented on it, but he watched. It only gave him more reason to take over the role as Chromeskull.
It was only a matter of time before everything kicked off, when Preston officially initiated his plan (that you didn’t know anything about).
It was only a matter of time before Jesse reminded everyone why he was Chromeskull, and then Preston simply wouldn’t be in his way any longer.
Otis Driftwood
Goddamn it Otis hated you. He hated you so much...at least that’s what he tried to tell himself. The truth was that...he had fallen for you, it was just so easy to do.
The reason he tried to convince himself that he actually hated you was that you were dating Baby.
He couldn’t have you, and he wouldn’t want to upset Baby by even trying to change that.
You and Baby are super affectionate as well, which only makes things worse. She’s always got her arms around you, the two of you sharing little kisses and laughs.
Otis also acts like he hates you. Always complaining that you’re around so often, chastising you and Baby whenever you show each other some affection, even ignoring you for the most part, and if he isn’t ignoring you he is snapping at you.
All because he’s beyond frustrated with the situation.
But in the end...the two of you are his weaknesses. He cares about you both. Baby is his little sister and he loves you...he wouldn’t want to actually hurt either of you, even if he acts like you both annoy him.
Baby Firefly
Baby loves you and is almost completely honest about it. It’s just that she passes it off as platonic love.
She has literally told you that she loves you before but played it off like she meant she loves you as a friend or even family. And you just always assumed that’s what she meant.
But it’s not. She loves you romantically. And she would be more honest about that if you weren’t dating Otis.
If you weren’t dating anyone else, she would be perfectly honest with you and tell you how she felt. But you were dating her brother, so she couldn’t.
Still, she’s affectionate enough to make Otis raise an eyebrow at her. She’s always greeting you with a hug and a kiss to the cheek.
You’re both very friendly, and you’re convinced it’s just platonic.
Otis gets a little jealous from time to time but it’s not like you’re aware of Baby’s feelings, she’s just your friend.
She gets a little huffy when you and Otis show any affection. It hurts her but she can’t say anything, she just has to deal with it. But you know something is wrong because seeing Baby in anything but a good mood in concerning.
Baby isn’t going to try to break you both up or anything but if you ever end things with Otis...she might try to jump in there.
Yautja (Predator)
It honestly depends on the exact situation.
If the two of you have met and our friends while you’re in a relationship or get into a relationship, he will respect it. He doesn’t want to hurt you, so while it pains him to see you with someone else, he won’t do anything to get in the way of it.
However, if that person hurts you, he will have never experienced such anger. He just knows that he would treat you so much better, that you would be happier with him. But he will just wait, respecting you and your choices.
If you’re not already friends and you’re dating a human, he’s likely to leave things alone even if he doesn’t want too. He just hopes you’ll come around and realise that no human can compare to a Yautja.
He will wait for you.
Now, if you’re involved with another Yautja, things are different.
Again, if you’re his friend, he won’t do anything because he respects you and cares for you.
However, if you’re not friends, then he might go about it differently.
Of course, there are...traditions for these circumstances. Two competing Yautja’s are supposed to fight for a mate, which would prove to the mate which is the stronger and better choice.
Unfortunately this would result in him learning that humans do not have the same traditions and this would only make you like him less, pretty much ruining any chance he could have had with you.
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Is Sambucky Canon or Not?
TL;DR: Yes, it is
I've seen some people saying that they only see friendship between Sam and Bucky, and I can understand that. Because depending on your education, the environment you grew up and the kind of media you’re usually exposed to, you will have a different interpretation of different situations, in real life or in TV. Just let me insert a short story before I dive into the Sambucky topic:
My best friend's uncle is in his fifties and has been living with his roommate (a man) for more than 10 years. They lived together, went on holidays together but officially were just roommates. My best friend wondered if they were a couple, but never talked about it to her parents because it wasn't her business. Two years ago, they decided to come out and get married. My best friend's parents and his parents were genuinely surprised, they were not expecting that, at all, not even a little bit. Let me tell you that it didn’t even cross their mind that it was a possibility, at all. For them, it had always just been two men who had decided to live together because they were single. And preferred to have a roommate rather than living alone.
What I want to say with this story is that people will see what they want to see, or what they're used to see, or what they were raised to see. It’s human.
What I mean is that you will have different perception of a same event, depending on your own circumstances. And I think the writers of TFATWS were counting on that a little bit when it came to Sam and Bucky’s relationship. They obviously didn't want to make some big announcement or big love declaration.
And yes, of course, I have my own circumstances as well, influencing the way I see things. I have shipped SamBucky since Civil War, when they were supposedly enemies. I never expected anything to happen between them on screen. But then they got a show together and I was so so happy about it but I didn't expect anything other than friendship between them.
I was perfectly fine with that because a show was already more than enough: my man Sam Wilson was becoming Captain America, the show was great, the characters were great, their interactions were great, and this wasn't a love story anyway but a superhero show. I thought that here was no way the showrunners would ever go there. I changed my mind after episode 5. I tried to stay objective, but it was clear to me that the writers were hinting at a relationship that went beyond friendship between Sam and Bucky. In some of my previous posts, I explained that there are some scenes and writing choices that make absolutely no sense if you read them as a scene between two friends. I can link them if anyone’s interested.
Side note: I would like to know if one person on this website can tell me what was up with Bucky's behavior with Torres (in episode 5)? What other explanation is there, if not jealousy? It's a scene they chose to keep, so it was probably written this way, there must be a reason. Please I’m begging someone explain it to me. I'm genuinely asking, because otherwise that scene alone is canon Sambucky.
After episode 5, I was convinced they would make Sambucky canon, one way or the other and I started speculating about the ways they could do it. What I said was that if they did make Sambucky canon, they would do it in a very subtle way, in order not to make it too obvious because that’s generally how Marvel movies deal with love stories. And also because they wouldn’t want to scare away their homophobic audience ( I guess Disney needs their money...who knows)
So here are the scenes of how I imagined SamBucky becoming canon and the comparison with reality:
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- What I thought we could get : AJ and Cass calling Bucky "Uncle Bucky" - What we got: AJ and Cass running up to Bucky and playing with him. This point is interesting because it’s also related to the point I made about how the environment you grew up in influences your perception of things. I grew up in a big family and I know that, at least in my family, kids don't run up to an adult like that just because it's their uncle’s friend or just because he's nice... There's a real bond there. They haven't seen Bucky just that one time when he slept on the couch. They're obviously close. But some people might just see this as kids being kids. Also, if you watch at how the kids were fake punching him, they were really coordinated with Bucky. They have done this plenty of times. 2.
What I thought we could see: A non-explicit scene where we were supposed to draw our own conclusions. I thought they could show us Bucky staying over for the night, and the last scene would be an empty couch, meaning we would have to understand that Bucky slept in Sam's room this time.
-What we got: Bucky arriving in Sam's car ( A few people on Tumblr pointed out that it was the car Sam was driving in episode 1) So here again we have a scene that a lot of people will not notice. But they still chose to put it there. 3.
What I thought could happen: Sam asking Bucky to stay in Delacroix
What we got: Bucky wrapping things up in New York, as if he was leaving the city for good and coming to Sam's party as if he already knew everyone there. You can read my take on this here. 4. What I thought could happen: The scene in the trailer where we see them looking in the same direction and then we get a shot from very far away where they're holding hands but it’s not so obvious because they are being filmed from a disctance. -What we got: The scene in trailer and then a blurry shot of Sam holding Bucky and then fondling with his neck to find the best spot to rest his hand on. So none of the scenes I was imagining happened exactly like I had imagined, but it felt like all of them happened but in a different versions, which is still crazy to me. If it had been only one scene. I could probably understand the people who see them as just friends. Actually, I still do understand the people who see them as just friends, because everyone has their own interpretation. What I am saying is that they are NOT being portrayed as just friends. There are TOO many scenes in the 6 episodes for it to be a coincidence. One or 2 would be ok but friendship doesn’t explain everything:
The therapy scene (not the therapy scene itself since it was improvised) but the therapist saying she had heard a lot about Sam and wanting them to do a couples’ therapy
Bucky following Sam no matter what
Sam saying ok as soon as Bucky says "do it for me"
Sam asking "what about Bucky?"
Bucky starting to touch Sam whenever he has the chance
Bucky being the one to bringing the suit for Sam
The boat repairing montage
Bucky wanting to stay at Sam's place, when a hotel room would have been more comfortable than a couch
The second day of boat repair in closed quarters with an intense staring scene.
And there are so many other scenes, soft touches, looks,...
These writing choices are not a coincidence, it’s not involuntary, and it’s not fan service ( Fan service is the roll in the flower field scene, or the therapy session). This is them telling a story.
Let’s not even talk about the scenes in Endgame:
Sam comforting bucky at Tony’s funeral
Sam looking up to Bucky for approval before accepting the shield from Steve.
So yes, Sam and Bucky are canon in the sense that Peter and Gamora were canon in the first movie, or Wanda and Vision were canon in Captain Civil War. Meaning that there was no big moment, kiss or anything, but the show is consistently throwing elements clearly showing Sam and Bucky as a romantic item and hinting at a lot more than friendship between them.
It is normal that some people have a different opinion. Because it is extremely rare, in big productions like this to have two male leads with romantic feelings towards each other, so not a lot people who see it will interpret it as such (I don't think it ever happened). You’ll see what you’re used to seeing.
I guess it also depends on what you expect from a love story. For me, the storyline between the characters, their scenes, their chemistry, the way their feelings towards each other are described, are the most important. The kiss scene is just there as a bonus, but I don't need it when the love story is told perfectly. If you’re used to seeing love stories with many kissing scenes, that’s what you will be expecting to see in most love stories.
If you're only used to seeing male friendships in superhero or action movies. The 1000th time you see men interacting in that type of movie or show, you are more likely to assume it is a friendship and nothing more, no matter how many codes and tropes usually associated with romantic movies, the writers and show makers are using.
Add to that the conviction that Disney would never approve Sambucky in a million years, and there you go, I can understand the people who see only friendship.
But, just think about it, if we had the same show, same scenes, same dialogues, but minus the action scenes and the project was being marketed as an Indie movie, would you think they were just friends or a blossoming couple?
If you read Sambucky’s relationship like a friendship: some scenes don't make sense. If you read it like a developing romantic relationship: it all makes sense. "When you hear hoofs, think horse, not zebra" If a writer or a film director chooses a last scene with a romantic setting and the two leads are staring at a sunset, smiling repeatedly at each other and then walking away together with one of them touching the other's neck, with a love song in the background, maybe friendship isn't the first thought they had in mind.
Some people may say “I see them as just friends” and other people may say “ I see them as lovers” and both are fine, because people have different perceptions, and that’s ok.
What I am saying is this post is that the show and the writers are portraying them as more than just friends, they’re portraying them as two characters who are romantically involved.
Perceive what you want but that’s how they are being presented in the show.
Bucky’s therapist said that the exercise she gave them was for couples who want to figure out what kind of life they want to build together. Then, the show ends with Sam and Bucky, staring at a sunset together, looking in the same direction.
“Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction. “ - Antoine de Saint-Exupery
What else do you need???
This show had more romance than half of the Marvel projects out there. Not every love story needs a kiss (for now...)
We'll see in their next projects which direction the writers want to go with this. But since it was said that the writer on the movie is the same as the writer from episode 5, there's no doubt in my mind that we'll keep seeing this dynamic. I don't think they would have made the same choices if this had been a movie. But I won't complain that we got this. I hope they keep this going even if it stays subtle like in the show. Just hope they will add one explicit scene where one of the characters acknowledges their relationship. But even if we only ever get this show, it’s already a great love story. Let me know what you guys think and sorry for the typos and grammar mistakes, I was tired when I wrote the last part. I hope it still makes sense!
If you think they're only being portrayed as friends let me know why! I would also like to know about the way you see this!
#sambucky#sam wilson#bucky barnes#tfatws#the falcon and the winter soldier#tfatws spoilers#Please feel free to comment on this and tell me what you think#I'm genuinely interested in having other POVs
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Archery Practice ... Yandere Childe x Harbinger!Reader
warnings for genre typical portrayals of unhealthy relationships... ngl childe is kinda tame in this one tho
Word Count: 2k
Mid-evening tended to be an unpopular time to train. Most were having dinner, finishing their work day, and getting ready for as restful night as possible in the frigid climate of Snezhnaya. You typically would as well, but with a lot to reflect on and frustrated energy, you brushed off the snow on your person as you entered a Fatui training facility. You gave a quiet greeting to the guards who manned the building, who stood at attention at your arrival. You paid them no second thought as you began to navigate the pristine building.
You followed a path down the corridors you knew by heart, as even years before your ascension to being a Harbinger you found yourself here more than at home whenever your weren’t on assignment. Most windows into the various gyms were dark, and the ones with people in them had young recruits of little consequence to you.
You turned a corner when you heard someone calling for you. You processed the distinct voice as Childe, the most recent addition to the Harbingers. You ignored him, hoping that your increase in pace would not catch his attention. You mentally pleaded that he would avoid the archery range in favor of the other combat gyms.
He didn’t stop, as he never did, as his voice continued to come your way. You closed your eyes in weak attempt to hide your wince as he addressed you by name, by your real name, not your Harbinger title as the other nine would.
You stopped dead and turned to where he was trailing behind you and gave him your attention, unfortunately rewarding his bad behavior, “Titles only, Childe.”
“I wasn’t sure you could hear me” Childe responded, now standing tall right in front of you, his smile still the same, ignoring or otherwise completely unbothered by the standoffishness on your end. “I wanted to see if you wanted to spar while you’re here.”
Like clockwork. Every damn time you came in here and he was here too he’d ask. Each time you’d say no. Each time he’d hover around you until one of you had to leave. It had worked for the other Harbingers, as he now paid them no mind but for whatever reason, he still engaged with you. Tonight, you hoped your verifiable excuse and unfriendly aura would be the last straw for him.
“I’m just going to be doing target practice today,” you said, hoping to deter him. “I don’t want to do anything too strenuous today.”
“Oh you are? Do you mind if I join you?”
You blinked, “I didn’t know you knew how to use a bow,” you verbally dug your heels into the ground, even though you knew he could just walk into the range and practice along side you if he so wanted. There were no restrictions to who could use what when, but you desperately wished he would take a hint and leave you alone.
“I’ve been practicing on my own more recently, actually,” explained Childe, “And considering you’re the best archer among us, I can’t imagine having a better training partner.”
You narrowed your eyes at his compliment, while delivered earnestly, you couldn’t help but interpret his words as being subtly facetious. Since Childe sidestepped your frustrated hint with ease, you relented with a sigh, “Do as you please.”
The two of you headed to an archery range, Childe walking along side you, while you stewed in silent annoyance. So much for introspection time.
No one quite knew how to pester quite like Tartaglia. It was the popular opinion among the other Harbingers that the 11th was obnoxious. While you and your contemporaries preferred to work in the shadows and keep the often extreme extents of your servitude to your Archon hush-hush, Tartaglia, or Childe, as he preferred, ended up with a style that was far more akin to a performance. However, unlike most performers, he would make sure that his performance would be the last his audience would ever see.
You stopped in front of a door to the small range, opening it up unceremoniously, and Childe followed close behind. The room lit up, and illuminating the long room with three suspended targets, at three distances. Even with the unwanted company, you stretched and warmed up on autopilot, the silence between you and Childe surprisingly comfortable.
You glanced over, Childe having gone through his warm up routine faster than you. He had called his bow already, and you found yourself gawking at the absolutely abysmal posture he held as he aimed at the closest target, the one on the far left.
His shoulders were hunched and his bow hand gripped the bow in such a way that seemed entirely unsustainable. The arrow sat flimsy in his drawing hand, the only saving grace of the shot being the strength with Childe drew, which was borderline disturbing. You weren’t sure if he was showing off, or if he genuinely didn’t know to hold back.
You held your tongue as you watched him fire the shot, your eyes barely able to follow as the arrow swiftly embedded itself deep into the target, although the hit was only one by the smallest of margins
You watched him fire two more arrows, the second being a ring outside of the bullseye, and the third a near miss from the top. Both would be a challenge to pull from the targets as the fletching of the arrows were barely all that stuck out.
“See, I have a problem with being consistent in the hits I land,” Childe sighed, aware that you were observing, “What would you recommend?”
You took a deep inhale, “I think most children who pick up bows for the first time don’t have posture as bad as you.”
Childe flinched, his body language exaggerated, a pout resembling a kicked puppy having formed on his face, “Cut me some slack, I’m self taught!”
You remained unrelenting in your onslaught, “That’s obvious,” you scoffed, “You put way to much strength into the draw, especially when you can barely hold the bow itself. I’m amazed you hit the target at all.”
As as satisfying as it was to drag his form through the mud, Childe’s hurt expression only seemed to deepen, and you let yourself be worn down. “Draw the empty string, I’ll tell you what you need to fix.”
He did as you asked, and you rationalized to yourself that you were ultimately helping the Tsaritsa if you assisted Childe here. If he were ever stuck in a situation where he could only use a bow, you didn’t want him to be caught with his pants down. As invasive as he was, you didn’t want him to die or anything.
You lightly tapped his upper back, “Don’t hunch.” He fixed himself quickly. You moved his elbow up on his drawing arm, and went around to bend his elbow on his bow arm, going in quickly, and touching his as little as possible. You gave explanations for why each mistake would be detrimental for any kind of combat, and how to develop instinctive shooting, while making him maintain proper posture.
You were surprised how well he seemed to internalize what you explained, and you didn’t stop yourself from going into more detail than was feasibly retainable, but he stayed attentive, and showed a passion you weren’t expecting. You eased into a comfortable rhythm, and with rudimentary fixes, Childe was able to improve.
Time passed quickly, your engagement far more than either of you had expected. Childe had been trying to gauge you for a long time, but your persistence into giving him as little as possible became entertaining in and of itself. He enjoyed the open resentment of the other Harbingers, and before you had let your shell crack, he had enjoyed yours just as much.
Your patience with any mistakes was unexpected, your exasperation and irritation with his presence having dissipated entirely as you focused on helping him despite yourself. It was endearing seeing this side of you, a side that showed itself with surprisingly little prodding or string-pulling. It felt… natural, and unfortunately for you, it was also very endearing.
“Hey, [Y/N],” he started, interrupting a demonstration you had started about sights, earning a surprised look from you as he got your attention.
It took a split second, but you noticed he used your name instead of your title, your guard went back up, and you narrowed your eyes at him, “Don’t speak informally with me, use my title, Tartaglia.” You hissed out, using his official title instead of his preferred to emphasize your distance.
“Why? You can call me Ajax,” he offered, testing the barrier you set up. He hid his surprise when you hesitated, pursing your lips. He saw through how you tried to treat him apathetically, and forced yourself to be unkind to him. You were so much softer than you wanted anyone else to be privy to, and Childe was excited to exploit it.
In your own head, you had reached a conclusion that you weren’t sure he had reached, or if he even noticed in himself. You could have been way off, but as someone so at odds with his peers, seen as a tool by his superior, and feared by enemies and underlings alike, the pieces fit in your head and spelled out the fact that Childe was probably lonely.
Realizations clicked together quickly upon this conclusion, but you kept them to yourself.
“I won’t,” you maintained, refusing to let up. You couldn’t stop sympathy and understanding from now changing the tint of your interactions or how you viewed them, but you didn’t have to let him know any of that. Childe wasn’t your business, no matter how much he wanted to be.
“Aw, don’t be like that,” Childe cooed, holding back a patronizing urge to pinch your angry cheeks, “I just wanted to ask why you’re helping me, since you seem to dislike me so much.”
You shifted your weight where you stood, “I don’t think you’d leave me alone either way.”
“That hasn’t stopped you from ignoring me before.”
Resentment bubbled in your chest, “So you are aware that you’re a pest.”
“Only because I like you.”
You were baffled that he could just say something that familiar, and you hoped any warmth that showed itself on you wouldn’t be interpreted as anything other than embarrassment on his behalf. “Well, stop.”
Childe seemed more amused than anything at your words, it only feeding into his idea that you’re just playing hard to get, “Am I really so unlikable?”
“You have no idea.” Any understanding you gained during your interactions being emotionally tossed to the wayside as your couldn’t bring yourself to care about someone with such a deliberate lack of regard for boundaries.
You disarmed yourself and made way to the door, pulling it open only for it to shut fast before you could blink. Your eyes followed the gloved hand that slammed it shut, Childe now far closer than you have ever let him get before.
You didn't want to turn around, and when you did you found yourself regretting it. His eyes were cold, completely unamused at your intent to leave while he was enjoying your company so much. He didn't mind a chase, but he needed you to realize that he was serious, and very difficult to deter.
If being pleasant and fun wouldn't get you to loosen up, he could change his approach until you changed your mind.
It had been a very long time since you felt this small. You’ve always been aware of Childe’s strength, but at the end of the day, despite his irritating nature, he was an ally. Or was. In that moment you looked up to see his lighthearted facade disappear so completely, you understood that regardless of your allegiance to your Archon, he was a threat.
“Don’t go, I still have so much I’d like to learn from you, [Y/N].”
#yandere genshin impact#yandere genshin x reader#yandere childe#yandere childe x reader#aerosiderwriting#ive been sitting on this for a while... sorryyy#its a lil messy n self indulgent but this was for Me anyway so [blows kisses to myself] for u beloved#see yall in another 4547589 months /j (hopefully)
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BnHA 323: “I Don’t Know How to Explain to You That You Should Care About Other People”
Previously on BnHA: Kacchan was all, “Izuku, I’m sorry.” Bakugou Stans were all, “[sobs for a week straight and tearfully awards him the Nobel Prize for character development].” Deku was all, “[faints in Kacchan’s arms].” Iida was all, “[trying to decide if Ochako genuinely tried to kill him a few minutes ago].” Horikoshi was all, “NO TIME FOR HUGS WE MUST GET BACK TO UA.” The civilians holed up at U.A. were all, “WE TOOK A VOTE AND DECIDED THAT WE’RE ALL GOING TO BE JERKS ABOUT THIS AND MAKE A BIG FUSS ABOUT YOU LETTING DEKU BACK INTO THE SCHOOL.” Deku was all “[stands there looking like he expected nothing less and breaking my heart more and more with each passing moment].” Ochako was all, “that does it, looks like I’m gonna have to do something about this... next chapter, that is.”
Today on BnHA: Flashback!Rat Principal is all “I just want you all to know that I spent nine million dollars turning U.A. into a giant Battleship-style grid that can burrow underground and zoom around in a giant subway maze because Horikoshi lacks a grounded understanding of both civil engineering and economics.” Back in the present day, Jeanist is all, “EVERYONE TAKE HEED, MY COMRADES AND I HAVE DEEMED IT EXPEDIENT TO CONVEY THIS AUSPICIOUS YOUTH BACK TO THIS STRONGHOLD. WE ANTICIPATE THAT WE MAY DEPEND UPON YOUR GOODWILL AND ACQUIESCENCE TO THESE TERMS.” The civilians were all, “NO.” Ochako was all, “EMPATHY, MOTHERFUCKERS, DO YOU SPEAK IT?!” The civilians were all, “oh shit.” Anyway so Ochako is a giant badass, but I’m a little worried that she’s going to get struck by lightning. Please come down from there.
so before we start this chapter, I would just like to apologize for having not posted the ch 321 recap yet, and would like to reassure everyone, and especially Iida who is staring at me with Sad Wobbly Guilt Trip Eyes, that I will get to that as soon as I can
OMG FLASHBACK??
yes please Horikoshi please show us more of class 1-A and their Deku intervention strategy jam sessions
oh dear
Iida you are too pure and good for this cruel world. [sprays the U.A. civilians with a water bottle] NO. BAD CIVILIANS! NO OSTRACIZING SCARED AND EXHAUSTED CHILDREN IN THE HOUSE
EXCUSE ME RAT PRINCIPAL WHAT’S WITH THESE MIXED MESSAGES
???
RAT PRINCIPAL: he’s free to return to us at any time!!
ALSO RAT PRINCIPAL: but it’s too risky for him to return to us
?? ??????? ?????????????????????
so now he’s going on about how strong the U.A. Barrier is, and how it’s comparable to the defensive capabilities of Tartarus. this would have sounded a lot more impressive before chapter 297 lol
OH!!!! HELLO, WHAT’S THIS!!!
A TIMELY CALLBACK TO A CERTAIN MYSTERIOUS EVENT WHICH HASN’T BEEN REFERENCED SINCE USJ? [U.A. TRAITOR MUSIC INTENSIFIES]
so now Rat Principal says he upgraded U.A.’s security systems with his own “modifications”, whatever the fuck that means. I mean look, I’ve been saying for a long time now that U.A. is the best place for everyone to hole up, don’t get me wrong. but that was mostly on account of there not being any other practical alternatives. but you’re making it sound like you figured out a way to actually make it Decay-proof or some wild shit like that
-- hold up, DID YOU ADD A FORCE FIELD. DID YOU TRICK THIS SCHOOL OUT WAKANDA-STYLE YOU CRAZY MARSUPIAL. HOLY SHIT. because that would actually be perfect
LMAO
WHAT KIND OF GALAXY BRAIN BULLSHIT. “NAH THERE’S NO NEED FOR A FORCE FIELD, LET’S JUST PUT WHEELS ON IT”
oh okay so the whole campus is basically capable of burrowing itself underground. that’s insane lol I wonder how they pulled that off. probably got poor Cementoss working overtime
blah blah blah so basically the entire campus is split into a grid and each section of the grid is capable of its own independent movement. lol this is just the Merone Base from KHR. you thought no one would notice this casual plagiarism ten years after the fact, but YOU UNDERESTIMATED YOUR AUDIENCE, HORIKOSHI
“joke’s on you imma just lampshade it” WELL ALL RIGHT THEN
“look at me I’m so fucking self-aware” fucking swear to god. I can’t believe this man is my favorite mangaka of all time smdh
“excuse me, I wasn’t finished describing all the rest of this bullshit yet,” Rat Principal breaks in impatiently. “we also added a steel wall all around the underground of the campus that’s 3000 steel plates thick. that’s fifteen fucking meters of solid fucking steel just fyi. and if anyone fucks around with any part of it the defense system will activate immediately! and also all of the plates are independently motorized, whatever the fuck that means!! in conclusion you’re gonna need a fucking tower crane to suspend all of your disbelief by the time I’m through with this paragraph”
“also Shiketsu is almost as reinforced as U.A. but not quite because we still had to make sure we were better.” but of course. and apparently the two schools are connected via a secret tunnel as Hagakure mentioned earlier
LSDKFJLSDKJFLK
“WAIT WHAT” LMAO YOU HEARD HIM, NOW INASA CAN VISIT YOU BOTH IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT AND TELL YOU ALL ABOUT THE WEIRD DREAM HE HAD. GOD BLESS YOU HORIKOSHI
(ETA: moment of appreciation for Shouto and Katsuki having the same thought at the same time and making Knowing Eye Contact and saying the exact same thing out loud in perfect unison like the best friends they are. what a blessed day.)
so Tokoyami is all “but wait if you engineered all this shit all the way back during the Band arc how did you even know that Tomura’s quirk awakening would become a thing, Horikoshi -- uh, I mean, Principal Nezu”
and Rat Principal is all “lol idk”
“basically I just woke up one morning and was all ‘say, you know what this school really needs? a fifteen-meter-thick underground steel wall, and the ability to break up into little pieces that individually zoom around wherever the fuck they want.’ jesus christ. lol if money and common sense were apparently no obstacle why didn’t you just teleport U.A. to the fucking moon or something. maybe I should shut up before I given him any ideas
dsfaelkjldkjgl
you heard it here first, folks, all of this cost a grand total of nine million U.S. dollars. well technically it cost “more than” nine million dollars. never has that distinction been more important lmao. are we sure this barrier was really made of steel and not cardboard? who the hell sold it to them, Ea-Nasir??
this is my favorite manga series of all time. yes I am ashamed
“in conclusion please do your best to reach Deku-kun” SO WHAT WAS ALL THAT NONSENSE ABOUT IT BEING TOO RISKY THEN. anyway thank you for this super informative and edifying flashback, Horikoshi. I will cherish it always. I don’t even want to read another translation of this absurdity lmao, there’s something special about it just the way it is. pretty sure Horikoshi just had a cracked out fever dream one night and transferred it to the pages of the manga verbatim
anyway so back to the unruly mob
not their finest moment. please excuse me while I cover poor Deku’s ears and give him a good shoosh pap
oh wow the parents are out here too
is Mitsuki trying to hold Inko back?? that’s the last thing this fandom needs right now is more Mitsuki discourse fffwlkjs. and even Jiroudad, scientifically proven to be the best dad in all of BnHA, is just standing there silently looking vaguely unhappy. way to rise to the moment you guys
MONOMA
so this settles it for me that Aizawa is not at UA. I know a lot of people have been wondering about his whereabouts, and if I had to wager a guess it would be that something happened with Shirakumo/Kurogiri. I can’t think of anything else -- even the loss of an eye and a limb -- that would keep him from his kids at a time like this
anyway but this is excellent Monoma content right here though. I love that he apparently adopted Eri after a single interaction with her. also WHERE IS SHINSOU DAMMIT. THE PEOPLE NEED TO KNOW
and Kouta’s there too looking like he wants to run over to Deku but Ragdoll won’t let him :/
it’s gotta be pretty upsetting for him to see his hero like this and not having anyone stand up for him. [taps megaphone] IS THIS THING ON. OKAY YEAH IT SEEMS TO BE WORKING. AHEM. PAGING URARAKA OCHAKO. GONNA NEED YOU TO GET OVER HERE ALREADY AND MAKE THAT BIG DRAMATIC SPEECH WHICH YOU ARE CLEARLY DYING TO MAKE. IF YOU DON’T DO IT SOON I’M GONNA HAVE TO STEP IN, AND YOU REALLY DON’T WANT ME TO DO THAT SINCE MY SPEECH WILL NOT BE VERY GOOD OR INSPIRING, AND WILL PROBABLY JUST CONSIST OF “HELLO, YOU ARE ALL STUPID, PLEASE SHUT UP AND GO AWAY”
so now Mic is telling them to calm down. at least someone’s speaking up here, geez
OH MY GOD
MY MAN JEANIST OUT HERE DOING WHAT HE DOES BEST: MAKING EVERYONE FEEL GUILTY AND JUDGED
OH MY GOD HE IS GIVING SUCH A LONG AND BORING SPEECH LMAO IS YOUR STRATEGY TO PUT THEM ALL TO SLEEP OR WHAT
truly in awe of this man’s ability to take messages which could easily be conveyed in ELI5-speak, and stubbornly convert them into incomprehensible language the likes of which you need a graduate degree in order to understand
“hey guys, so originally our plan was to use Deku as bait for the villains, but that didn’t really work and also we realized it was kinda dumb and was probably gonna get him killed, so we brought him back here instead.” was that really so hard, Jeanist. also are we all really just gonna sit back here and watch Jeanist take full credit for Bakugou’s plan just like that lmao
(ETA:
WHERE DID ENDEAVOR GO AND WHO IS THIS DIABOLICAL MASTER OF DISGUISE. lol I genuinely didn’t notice this because I was too busy digging through thesauruses trying to rewrite Jeanist’s speech; many thanks to @class1akids for pointing it out and making my day immeasurably better. take it easy there Dick Tracy.)
“anyway so please stop being dicks and let him fucking rest so he can save all your ungrateful asses” what an impassioned and inspiring plea. time to see if the masses will listen to reason
narrator: they did not listen to reason
oh my god finally Ochako is doing something. YEAH OCHAKO WOOOO SHOW THEM HOW IT’S DONE
hmm
this entire chapter is truly and utterly nonsensical to me lol
(ETA: on my second readthrough I’m fucking dying at how she stole the megaphone right out of Mic’s hand lmao. and how Kacchan is all “fuck yeah nothing I appreciate more than some quality fucking larceny.”)
oh I see she was jumping on top of the main building so as to scream down at them all more impressively
“ANYWAY DEKU IS PRETTY COOL ACTUALLY, YOU GUYS ARE JUST MEAN” couldn’t have said it better myself Ochako
lol uh
gotta say I did not have “Ochako reveals the secret of OFA to the entire U.A. Citizen Clown Parade” on my bingo card for this week. it’s a bold strategy cotton let’s see if it pays off
SDLFKJSL
“NO, SERIOUSLY, HAVE YOU LOOKED AT HIM YOU GUYS. YOU THINK HE LIKES RUNNING AROUND DRESSED LIKE A RUSTED OIL DRUM?? HE DID THAT FOR YOU YOU UNGRATEFUL SLOBS”
so she is basically explaining the entire Deku Angst arc to them and explaining what a good and selfless protagonist Deku is, YES, PREACH
OMG IT’S THE GIGANTIC FOX LADY
not to insinuate anything, but what exactly were you doing standing out here with the hysterical mob, Gigantic Fox Lady? you’re better than that
-- KACCHAN SIGHTING!!
sdlkfjl. thanks for weighing in with that helpful and important observation. where have you been for the last five minutes. were you asleep. was it Jeanist’s speech
never mind, now he’s yelling at the civilians so I instantly forgive him
THE FUTURE NUMBER ONE HERO, EVERYONE. THANK YOU, THANK YOU. HE’LL BE HERE ALL WEEK
“anyway so I’m just going to end the chapter here” lmao seventeen pages truly do go by so fast. at least he didn’t try to force in a cliffhanger at the end this time. dare I say, growth
so I guess the civilians are either gonna have a Kamino and/or Fukuoka-esque moment where they remember how to be decent people and apologize to this poor young man, or else they’ll remain unpersuaded, and so Kacchan will have to knock a few of their heads around until they become more inclined to be reasonable. either option is fine by me lol
#bnha 323#uraraka ochako#rat principal#class 1-a#bnha#boku no hero academia#bnha spoilers#mha spoilers#bnha manga spoilers#makeste reads bnha
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sarah i have thought of another fic request or like a cute idea i guess! i didn’t have anyone in mind when i thought of it so you can write it for whoever you want honestly :)
okay so the reader is a streamer but streams games like animal crossing, standew valley, etc. then (insert who you’re writing for) says they don’t like that game, but later ends up buying it and the reader is like “i thought you said you didn’t like this game” and they’re like “well i like you” and they confuses their feelings and they end up playing the game together and reader gives them a tour of their island or farm
i feel like this request isn’t good, but the scenario seemed cute and i wanted to share it. sorry if this is confusing or just too specific cuz i know it can be hard to write requests like that! but yeah i hope it gives you inspiration and you like the request <3
new horizons
warnings: language, a Marvel reference (hint: natasha said it about tony), stupid idiots who don’t realize they like each other, use of pet names, Uno rage, Hasan Piker's presence
words: 1473
tags: sapnap x gn!reader
A/N: i’ve been trying to catch up a little on my requests (i’ve only got a couple so i’m not super overwhelmed) but school and outside life has been taking up most of my time so this one took me a while to make! tbh— ive never played animal crossing so i did google some of the game mechanics and i apologize if anything is inaccurate about the game…. but i liked relaxing and writing this cute one so thank you for requesting hails :3
requests/inbox status: open
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“This game is trash.”
Your head quirks, fingers stopped on the screen. You’re in the process of giving your character a cute new nickname; it’s kind of hard to decide between “awkward dude” and “elderly skater”.
“Excuse me?” Your chat comes alive with emotes and ‘KEKW’s, obviously entertained by you and your almost-more-than-friends-friend.
There’s a story for that later.
Sapnap’s rough laugh comes through your headset and he audibly swallows, the sound of a water bottle dropping onto his desk echoing.
“I’m just saying—it’s boring. It’s like Minecraft but you don’t like… do anything.” The grainy image of his bearded face shifts and you see him pull out his phone.
“It’s— you can’t even compare it to Minecraft! It’s a completely different game system—you actually interact with other people live in the game.” You huff out a dramatic sigh, slumping in your chair with a pout. “Just because you go into this lucid state where all you know is ‘touch block, hit George’ doesn’t mean this game isn’t fun.” (He scoffs at your awful impression of his voice. Your viewers love it.)
“Jeez,” he mumbles, fumbling with the cap of his water bottle. “Touched a nerve there, bud.”
You roll your eyes, getting back to the village in the game.
“Don't ‘bud’ me.”
The call falls comfortably quiet, the sounds of him tapping obsessively on his phone and you clicking away filling the silence. A gentle bedroom-pop YouTube playlist remains in the background, prompting you to hum along and glance at the chat to see a flood of “check twitter” and “Y/N TWITTER!!”.
“What happened on Twitter?” You mumble, confused, and pull the website up on another monitor. Sapnap just makes a curious noise, swinging back and forth in a circle. “Oh my God,” you say to yourself, fingertips brushing your parted lips.
“What?”
“Hasan Piker just followed me and retweeted one of my not even remotely political old tweets. Like from a year ago.”
“That’s— wow. Congrats?” Sapnap’s voice cracks, and his ears flush pink the tiniest bit when you glance at his face on Discord.
“I’m gonna go on record and say that he could get it.” You shake your head in disbelief.
Sapnap falls uncharacteristically non-hyper-verbal, so you look past the frenzied chat and to his screen— wait. He muted and turned his camera off.
“Um,” you start, furiously typing question marks in your private chat. “Where’d you go?” You mute and turn screen share off for your stream, concerned that he might’ve fallen off his chair and broken his neck and needs you to call the ambulance.
The characteristic ding of a twitter notification sounds through your bedroom, and you look at your phone quickly.
“That’s where I went.”
Sapnap Tweeted: “all Y/U stans can choke on my dick”.
“Jesus, Sapnap,” you say, and rapidly refresh to read the replies. This tweet was deleted. “That’s so— that barely makes sense, bro. Why— literally what?”
His snicker floods your ears and you relax in your chair. Crisis: averted. “Don’t fucking— what’s wrong with you?”
“I thought it would be funny,” he offers, shrugging, and fiddles with the straw in his water bottle, smile fading. “And also Hasan pisses me off.”
“Why, ‘cause he wants a piece of this? Jealous?” You think back to your viewers, knowing they’re probably spamming question marks and coming to ludacris conclusions about both of your absences. No offense to them. You remember your stan days very vividly.
“I mean, kinda.” He rubs once at his nose, glancing at the camera (and what feels like you) before taking a sip from his water bottle.
“Wow.” You watch one strand of his hair fall from beneath his hat and brush against his full eyebrows. “I’m uh—I’ll get back to my stream. You coming? Or is it time for a Sapnap-snack?”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” He snorts and leans his chin onto the balance of his arm.
“That means you like to take a little snack break mid-stream and come back approximately nine hours later and you didn’t even eat.”
“You know what— fuck you.” He flicks the camera as you laugh at the look on his face.
The teasing mood is easily kept as you switch games from Animal Crossing to Uno, all the while slamming Sapnap with +4’s and skipping the newly-arrived BadBoyHalo at any chance you can get. It unironically pisses him off and he has to take a Sapnap-snack break midway through (only a fifteen minute break this time, during which you and Bad take a “What Kind of Bread Are You?” quiz). The rest of the night is filled with devious cackles (you), loud and sudden bangs that sound suspiciously like someone hitting their desk in anger (Sap) and the stupid barking of Rat, AKA Lucy (Bad). She’s cute but a menace to the sound quality of Bad’s microphone. You sign off stream around 2 a.m. with various forms of thanks and kisses blown to the camera. It’s been a refreshing night, actually; you’ve been busy organizing a partnership stream all week and all your friends have been busy filming or editing or what-not. Quackity had time for a little Roblox every couple of days, though. He’s got your back.
The next time you see Sapnap is after a two hour stream of him try-harding in Valorant and you finishing responding to an email from your partnership in the VC.
“Okay, I’m back.” You hear him shift in his chair and click a couple more times on his keyboard. You perk up in your chair, closing the email browser you’d been looking at.
“Do you want to play anything else? I’m down for anything.”
“Absolutely not Uno. You can go to hell for giving me 6 cards that one time,” he jabs. You scoff, crossing your arms and leaning back in your chair.
“Okay, the +4 was on me but it’s Bad who gave you the last two. That’s not my fault, sweetie.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he mumbles, trailing off as the clicking of his keyboard stops. “Hey, um—Guess what?”
Your heart beats loud in your ears at the tone of his voice. He sounds nervous; that’s never good.
“I’m scared to guess,” you try, playing with a little Minecraft dog figurine you have on your desk with fidgety fingers. “What?”
“I bought Animal Crossing.”
Silence. You stare at his discord icon blankly, trying to reroute the wires of your brain.
“Tell me you love it.”
“Well… I haven’t actually played it— but you said you liked it, so.”
“So,” you repeat him, ears warming but continuing on. “Is that what you tell all your friends when you buy something they like? That it's because of them?”
He seems to choose his next words carefully, pausing a beat to consider your questions.
“Well, I don’t have a crush on all of my friends.”
“You—what?” You stutter, caught off guard and stumbling. What did he just say? “Don’t tell me you mean you have a crush on me.”
“I’m almost positive I just did.” His discord icon stares right back at you, taunting.
“You know, you’re very casual for someone who just admitted they like-like me.” Your cheeks flush pink and you have to press a hand to your chest to keep your breathing sounding stable.
“Yeah, I’m kind of cool like that,” he offers, a huff of a laugh punctuating his statement. The conversation moves into a lull that you can’t help but know is because of you. He must expect you to say something about it, right?
“You are very cool, Sapnap.” You tilt back in your chair, sucking in a breath to prepare yourself for your next words. “And—Isortakindofhaveacrushonyoutoo.”
He must understand you, for you can hear the grin in his voice when he asks “Really?”
“Y-yeah.” You feel like a preteen again, all shaky and giddy in front of the boy you just asked to a middle school dance.
“Um, alright. What do we do now?”
“I don’t know,” you answer genuinely and swing in a happy little circle in your chair. “We could play Animal Crossing.”
“I’m down.”
You swear you’ve never heard more beautiful words.
He keeps his camera off for most of the time you two play, too focused on creating his island and asking you questions about how to fish to turn it on. He silently flips it on when you help him decorate his lawn, needing to show you in real-time the decorations he has bought and where you think he should put them. He looks cute. I mean, of course he does. He always does.
You tell him goodbye late in the night, eyes saying a little more than just “see you tomorrow”.
You like him. He likes you.
It’s even better when you two have matching gardens.
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A/N: anybody and everybody (especially my precious hailey) let me know what you think!! :]
#sapnap#mcyt#sapnap x gn!reader#sapnap x reader#sapnap x you#sapnap fluff#sapnap drabble#sapnap oneshot#bubblyhoneyfics#honey answers#mcyt x reader#🥚except small
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omg the love confession no.3 w tae would be adorable 🥺
forgot to add the scenario but just hella tension between the two and a misunderstanding? sees y/n with someone else but she does it to get a reaction?
pairing: kim taehyung x reader
genre: fluff, slighttttt angst, f2l
word count: 1.5k
prompt: “I love you, okay? I love you!”
a/n: thank you so much for requesting! i feel like i’m still lacking when it comes to writing but i loved writing this. also, y/n didn’t do it to get a reaction out of him in this one but it still did the job lol. i hope you enjoy, love!
To say Taehyung was fuming was an understatement.
Never in his entire life would he have thought he’d be jealous of one of his hyungs. Not only that, but he would have never imagined the cause of that growing green monster inside of him would be you.
He should’ve seen it coming, though. After all, he had brought it upon himself.
Drawing his eyes away from you and focusing them on the rest of the people on the dorms to try and forget about the way you were ever so happily laughing with Yoongi at their homecoming little gathering, he found himself staring back at you not even three seconds later — his eyes locking with yours this time, as you had just looked his way as well.
And then you smiled. Sweetly, lovingly… the same way you had done with your eyes closed when he had kissed you the night before leaving for tour.
The same smile that had been quickly erased when he had panicked right after and told you to forget about it so the two of you could go on with your lives being the best of friends you had always been.
It was on him. He had been the one to ruin his chance with you. And so now, he had no right to feel jealous over you enjoying your night with his hyung.
But he did. Fuck, he did.
It was his first night back in Seoul after four long months and, instead of being attached to the hip to him like you always were, like he had been aching for you to all that time, you were right in front of him with someone else.
“Why the long face?” your voice brought him back to reality, having been so immersed in his own feelings that he had missed the way you had excused yourself to Yoongi and walked over to him instead.
Taehyung didn’t answer, a shrug of shoulders being all you got from him instead.
“Are you mad at me or something?” you wondered.
He bit the inside of his cheek, avoiding your eyes. “Why would I be?” his eyes travelled from Yoongi on the other side of the room to you. “It’s not like you’ve been ignoring me all night to hang out with hyung”.
Your jaw fell slightly open. “You’re serious right now?”
There it was again, another shrug instead of a proper answer.
“I literally spent nearly an hour next to you although you were barely even speaking to me and only went to talk to Yoon a few minutes ago”.
“Yoon” he mocked snarkily.
“Seriously, what is your problem?”
“You,” he hastily blurted out. “You are my problem”.
“Excuse me?”
Taehyung laughed under his breath, shaking his head in a way that showed no remorse whatsoever. “Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about”.
“I really don’t?” your tone, although confused, became stronger.
“You and Yoongi hyung?” he raised one of his eyebrows.
“What about it?”
“Come on, Y/N” his eyes faintly squinted. “I see the way you’re laughing with him. And don’t think I don’t know about you guys talking on a daily basis while we were on tour”.
“So?” you crossed your arms over your chest. “He’s a good friend, I like talking to him”.
“Maybe a little too much” he bitterly pointed out.
You stayed silent, analyzing his factions and trying to figure out what the hell was going on and why on Earth was he making a scene over something so meaningless like you talking to one of his friends.
And the only conclusion you could come up with, you couldn’t believe. Yes, you two had kissed the night before he left. And yes, you had felt like your heart would explode right then. However, it was late at night, and you guys were sleepy… and the atmosphere was just right. He had let himself get lost in the moment —or so had he told you—, and he had made it very clear you guys were nothing but friends.
So, the way he was acting this very moment, seemed to have no ground whatsoever.
Unless…
“Is this about you fearing he’ll take your place as my best friend?” you asked what you thought the problem was. “Because if that’s the case, Taehy—”
“Fuck, Y/N” he threw his head back in frustration. “That’s not it at all!”
“Then?” you questioned.
This time, he was the one to stay silent — lips parting ever so slightly as he tried to find the courage to say what he was dying to, yet ended up saying nothing at all.
You shook your head in disappointment. “You know, I’ll just leave” your words caused his heart to skip a beat in utter panic. “Talk to me when you know the reason why you’re so upset over me talking to someone else”.
Watching you turn around and go get your jacket, saying a quick goodbye to all of the people present at the dorms before you headed to the door, he felt his chest hurt. And it was after you closed it right behind you when he finally snapped back, not letting another second go by before he ran to the front door as well.
“I know the reason” he blurted out before he could fully come out of the apartment.
You stopped in the middle of the hallway, hesitating for a few seconds before you turned around.
“What?”
“The reason” he repeated, closing the door behind him. “Why I am so upset over you being so close to Yoongi hyung, or to anyone else for that matter. I know it”.
That had seemed to catch your attention, taking one step towards him. “And what is it?”
Taehyung took in a shaky breath. He had kept his feelings to himself for too long now and had been stupid enough to deny them to you even after you had kissed him back. He needed to say it for once and for all.
“I love you”.
And so he did. In a whisper.
A whisper so low that it had not managed to reach your ears.
“What?” you asked once again, eyebrows furrowing as you took yet another step towards him.
Only it wasn’t necessary to be close to him in order to hear him anymore, for he earned up the courage to finally, confidently say: “I love you, okay? I love you!”
You gasped, feeling your heart beating so hard against your chest you might as well had just been running a marathon. “You’re joking”.
Taehyung sighed, biting his bottom lip as he made his way over to you — feeling his heart ache when you took a step back from him. “I have never been more serious in my life” he stated. “I love you, Y/N”.
“And what it took for you to realise it was me talking to someone else? Because let me tell you, Taehyung, that is—”
Your words were cut off by his soft lips gently pressing on yours, the same way they had done four months ago. The same way that had taken your breath away and forget about the world.
“What it took for me to realise was kissing you back then” he murmured, wet lips brushing faintly against yours.
You shook your head in disbelief, an almost inaudible scoff escaping your mouth. “That is bullshit. You said you had got caught up in the moment and that you didn’t want our friendship to change because of it”.
“I was stupid” he was quick to admit. “Kissing you felt so good, so… right. I panicked. You’re my best friend, I was going on tour the next day, I…”
He sighed, sheepishly shaking his head as he did not know what else to say, how else to explain he had just been an idiot to deny his obvious feelings for you back then.
You, on the other hand, bit the inside of your cheek as you silently stared at him, trying to understand his motives and, more importantly, trying to figure out whether he was being genuine or not.
When you decided he was, you smiled sweetly. “You’re an idiot”.
“I know” he mumbled with lowered head.
“And I should be so mad at you right now for making me feel so shitty when you said those things right after we kissed”.
“I know”.
“Because I love you, too”.
“I kn—”
His eyes snapped up to fix on yours, searching on them for any kind of a cruel joke being displayed on them. “What?”
“I won’t say it again” you warned him.
He bit his bottom lip. “So you and hyung…”
“I told you, we’re just friends” you rolled your eyes. “Am I not allowed to have other friends?”
“You are” he nodded, taking your hands in his and pulling you closer — just enough so he could press his forehead on yours. “Just not ones you love the way you love me”.
You shoved him away in annoyance, only to be pulled right back to him. “You are insufferable”.
“Yet you still love me” he laughed lightly.
Shaking your head as an amused smile curved up the corners of your lips, you didn’t have time to neither agree nor deny his cocky statement when his mouth was back on yours.
After all, all it took for him to know his feelings were reciprocated, were your lips moving against his and your hands wrapping around his neck.
#bts#bts imagines#taehyung imagines#kim taehyung#bts fluff#taehyung fluff#kpop#kpop fanfic#bts fanfic#taehyung fanfic#bts scenarios#taehyung scenarios#bts reactions#taehyung reactions#bts x reader#kim taehyung x reader#bts taehyung#taehyung#bts v#bts imagine
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kdramas will never learn to not do this bs at the end but alas... i still have hope for junho and youngwoo to be endgame but the rest of the story is... very debatable. idk why they thought having suyeon and minwoo be a good thing when she was literally calling him out for his bs since the beginning. him being the 'breadwinner' of his family doesnt make him excused from his shitty behavior, cmon writer, i thought u were better than this. and att jung better not die *sigh* like what is this mess
i'm tired of it anon (but also I have to point out it's not just a kdrama thing, if anyone has watched skam s4 it's a similar situation lol) it started so well with so much care to the specificities of its main character and now towards the end they're like wait wait wait we need more drama more bad stuffs more weird reactions from characters we've set up to do exactly not what they're doing now when actually some of the drama started weeks ago and they didn't pick it up or resolve it in any way - when it comes to junho and youngwoo I need the makers of this show to understand that when they cut a scene (ex: the scenes of youngwoo and junho discussing wether they're dating or not and of youngwoo hearing junho's family talking about her) and then skip to another unrelated one and that when we see the characters again and they're acting like nothing's gotten resolved or has been discussed, I can not believe it. Because I know that even when they just cut the screen to something else it doesn't mean the characters just stop talking?? and that's the kind of conversation you can't end without actually reaching a conclusion??? without asking what the other wants or thinks??? and that's the kind of things when you hear them you can't just not react and then go back to pretending to be acting casual???? you'd also be hundred per cent justified in walking out and talking about it and confronting people?? and I know they are smart enough to do the talking and communicate and reach a satisfying conclusion. When your main character is youngwoo you can't just write the plot the same way you would anyone else because open communication and even clear honesty has been a huge thing with her and junho sincd day 1 and they kept showing them talking things through and then they recently started cutting things once it was youngwoo's turn to react??? and so because they wanted the conflict for youngwoo telling him she doesn't want to date seriously and him being upset at her for not saying they're dating they genuinely want me to believe that once they cut their scenes off the characters just stopped interacting and they never actually talked it through. and yeah because this "break up" was for noble reasons + miscommunication it definitely means they're getting back together because these are things that can be solved by talking things through which we know is something that junho and youngwoo can do well when they're given the screen time to do so lol but this also means that it doesn't hit as hard as it should because I can see it as a writing mechanism rather than as something that actually happened because of the journey and the behaviour of the characters and also because it's happening as the story is shifting from youngwoo to other people (and again if you've watched skam s4 where they literally had the last week dedicated to all other characters you'll relate )
the minwoo/sooyeon thing is just baffling like if they wanted them to happen either they should've handled minwoo differently weeks ago (because honestly back in week1 I thought "oh for sure these two will end up together") or at least they should've had him go through something big that would make him change quickly but would at least kind of redeem him so that she could actually consider him a better man because in no way do I believe sooyeon thinks him holding the shopping bags for her and taking her pic and telling her there's a fly in her glass measure up to how shitty he's been before (and she's been working with him for longer than youngwoo) - we knows she's smarter than this we've seen it!!! - but instead he just went soft and apparently that's enough. and the thing about minwoo ableism is that I don't doubt he's having a hard life and that it hugely informs how he sees any potential threat to his monetary success but it's still not a justification because there is none and so it would make a great start for a learning journey and the show has done a great job so far at showing that even the most well behaved people or even the people suffering can be ableist and shitty but because this has mostly been youngwoo's journey so far I can't just get past it and go well he needs money that's hard. Still not a justification because there is no reason for him to be that shitty.
someone getting cancer in the last part is another classic trope and because of that I'm pretty sure that means he won't die (and so it hasn't really affected me unless they were showing us how it affected him emotionally - that scene where he cried in the car or when he looks at his team eating the noodles and defending the restaurant hit me so hard) but the fact that they're now throwing so many obvious tropes (at the expense of their characters actual characterisations) at us right now means I'm genuinely not anxious at all lmao I'm like oh yeah been there done that they'll resolve it all quickly and well' have to be satisfied with it and they're probably going to give some really cute scenes with attorney jung and with youngwoo/junho but now I'm just a lot more detached from it which is a real shame
#extraordinary attorney woo#vinformation#I keep thinking I'll go to sleep and then I think some more and I'm just like UGH#anonymous#I've got mail
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hi!! could i request a diluc x fem!reader angst where they were childhood friends, and when reader gets a fiancé, diluc tries to confess his feelings but reader rejects him, gets married and moves from mondstat, and every now and then diluc sends reader letters (apologizing, asking how readers day was, hoping they come back). thanks!
unrequited
plot: reader rejects the character
contains: diluc
warnings: angsty and like one curse word, that’s all
diluc was a cute kid.
as the heir to one of the most wealthy and powerful families in mondstadt, he was polite not only to his senior, but also incredibly nice to his friends, as well. different that most boys his age, he didn’t go around yelling dumb, inappropriate jokes, and didn’t take pride in making girls feel bad.
he was always sweet to those doing worse than him in class, be it theory or sparring, and acted like an absolute saint to his adopted brother.
naturally, how could one not adore a kid like that? how could the mondstadt girls not line up to see him each time, how could the boys not want to play with him? how could anyone resist, when he had that charm to him that seemed to draw people near almost against their free will?
finally, how could you not take pride in the fact that out of all those over-the-top girls who fought over each other to talk to him, out of all those boys that never failed to bug him in each little scrap of his free time, he chose to try and get close to you?
you didn’t understand it at first, but it seemed like he genuinely wanted to know you, his eyes looking as though they were studying your expression at all times, a warm smile welcoming you each time you passed him by.
his words were careful and his sentences always strained, as if he struggled to talk, but a sense of honesty and genuine sympathy always seeped through his words, confusing your little childish brain, but also forming a warm and fuzzy feeling inside your chest.
over the years, not only did you finally answer to his advances, but also befriend the kid. his rare smiles were reserved for your eyes only, and his mind opened up before you each and every time you talked, no restrain and limitations between you two.
he’d sit behind you in class, sometimes passing you notes with an answer to questions you didn’t know, or a funny note about the teacher, or just simply asking if you want to hang out after school.
you’d go to windrise and sit under the tree, talking for hours about the most useless of things, about what you thought the clouds looked like, but also your futures, your dreams and hopes.
he’d explain math to you before every exam in the dark rooms of dawn winery, hair pulled up and tea made for the both of you, looking at your struggling with unmistakable patience and affection, but what could you know? you were kids, barely even teenagers. why would you think anything of the way he said he’ll “always be there for you” after some simple math tutoring? how could you analyze his kind stare that you never saw him wear for other people?
and so you didn’t.
he’d sit with you on the counter of his kitchen, carefully caressing your back as you wet his shirt with tears, quietly telling you that “they didn’t deserve you anyway” after your first ever heartbreak. to hell with the fact that his own heart was breaking a millimetre more with every word he spoke, if what he said calmed you in any way, he’d talk all night, going on and on about how you deserve the world, and nothing less.
you held his hand at his fathers memorial service, letting him tighten his grip on your fingers harder every time, you wiped away the tears, you listen to his sobs and pleas when the two of you were alone. you offered solace to him over the next painful months, you justified every word he hurt kaeya with, only to make him feel better about himself.
to him, you were like an angel sent from above. you restored the faith he had lost in the world, you stuck by his side and lighted up his days one after the other, how could he not adore you?
how could he not fall in love?
and trust when i say, he did really try to avoid it. he tried pushing his thoughts away, he tried focusing on something else, tried avoiding you, tried everything. no matter what he did, his mind circled back to your smile, and unconsciously he smiled as well, even if the next second he’d look in the mirror and wipe it off his face as if it was a crime to smile.
diluc was a cute kid, and he grew up to be a polite gentleman, whom you called a friend. and as any polite gentleman, he wouldn’t dare do anything to loose the honor you had given him, so he stayed silent. stayed silent since his in-class notes, through talks about the future, through your breakups, through all the times you had been there for him. in no universe would he ever mention how the weight was lifted off his shoulders every time you as much as looked his way, how all the clouds went away at the sound of your laugh, and how he was ready to do anything in the world to keep you happy.
somewhere in his mind, perhaps he thought you had somehow known all along, and would reward his efforts to not complicate your life with his emotions with loving him back, but how could you know? how, if he kept it a secret that well?
in the end, his own plan backfired on him, and he realized he had lost when you ran through his door, tears in your eyes, but a smile on your face, showing off a ring, shining in sunlight, resting on your finger.
if he ever thought “they didn’t deserve you” hurt him, “i’m so happy for you!” stabbed his soul a thousand times more painfully.
to normal people of mondstadt, there was no change in behavior from the gloomy and serious owner of angel’s share, but a few noticed how heavy his presence was, how desperately he blinked back the sheen layer of tears, glistening in the candle light while he was serving drinks, and you were off somewhere in the back, laughing with your lover by your side.
he had lost his chance, and now there was no way in which he could get you back. no way at all. all his life, he had built up a hope inside that one of these days, he’ll get a happy ever after, and lived with that thought through all the bad moments that came along the way, and now these years of carefully building this scenario came crushing down with the realization.
in a desperate search of any relief, he came to the conclusion that the only thing to be even remotely at peace with himself was to... simply just tell you.
so there he was, right outside your door, the watch on his wrist striking ten in the evening, stars shining brightly on your doorstep, as you appeared before him, merely a nightgown shielding you from the cold air of the night, a soft smile adoring your lips from the moment you realized it was him.
“diluc? what’re you doing here this late?” you said, grabbing a coat from behind the door and closing it behind you. a foolish hope sprung inside him when you joined him outside, as he stared at you with a little grin, working up the courage to speak up.
“there’s something i wish to tell you about” he merely whispered, gesturing you to come with him.
the walk to windrise was longer than the ones you remembered from your childhood days, and the sharp air nibbled on your skin mercilessly, to the point your legs hurt a bit when you reached the tree.
diluc turned your way and spoke for the first time in what felt like forever, but was thirty minutes.
“i hoped not to burden you with the secret i’ll share with you now, and i’m sorry for whatever bad outcome it might cause, but… truth is, i can’t keep it to myself anymore, and if i want to have some peace for myself, i have to trouble you with it.” he said quietly, settling worry in your gut.
“you can tell me anything” you assured calmly “your secrets are always safe with me”
he took one last look into your caring eyes, feeling a little better just having you smile at him, and took a breath before spilling.
“i might’ve been in love with you for the last ten years” he said calmly “and i know this is hardly the time, i really do, but i just-“
“what?”
you looked at him in surprise, blood audibly pumping through your veins as you tried to comprehend what he just said.
“i do understand that you’re engaged, but-“
“do you? do you, really?” you said bitterly, making his heart sink in regret. “because to me it seems like i waited for you all those years, i hoped, and i prayed, and i wished, and after i finally, finally gave up, you decide to mess with my emotions right when i thought i had them figured out?”
diluc was stunned. so you felt the same way about him, once? he could’ve had all he hoped for? he didn’t even comprehend the rest of your sentence fully, focusing on how you just admitted to having feelings for him somewhen in the past.
“no, i’m not trying to mess with you, I’m-“
“but you are! honestly, diluc, i knew you were somewhat insensitive, but this is blatantly cruel! what- i don’t- why didn’t you say this to me earlier?”
“i wish i did, but to me it seemed like you were always chasing someone else, and i didn’t want to-“
“bother me? is that it? you didn’t want to bother me so now you decided to try and mess with my relationship? god, i- i need to be alone right now. sorry.”
and with that you were out of your usual childhood spot, leaving him alone under the tree that shared both of your secrets and plans for so long.
a longing stare pierced through your back as you ran back to mondstadt, not going home right away, but trying to find a spot where nobody would find you.
“fuck” he muttered. he was familiar with the feeling of loss, but the fact that it was nobody’s fault but his own made it a hundred times worse.
diluc was a cute child, and grew up to be a polite gentleman. so he was there to apologize to you on countless occasions, ready to beg forgiveness for his recklessness and lack of thought, but you were never there to hear his pleas.
and so it went on, a huge wedding covered the streets of mondstadt in white while he stood in the sidelines, his friends said goodbye to you as he watched from a safe distance. you left, and so did every remaining proof of his embarrassment.
nevertheless, he sent countless letters, no address on the envelope, save for the name of the city, hoping that one of them would eventually reach you. sorrow and tears almost spilled from the words written in a tidy cursive, but he never had any certainty about wether they reached you or not.
and while he hoped you forgave him,
he knew you didn’t.
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