#haha yes of course I understand that. it's just funny. only that. nothing else :)
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running-in-the-dark · 9 months ago
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thought it'd be a good idea to watch an episode of Night Court while falling asleep (just one!!)
yeah no it's been 5 minutes and Dan is on his knees, begging. nope not a good idea!
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keilanana · 3 months ago
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𝑻𝒐 𝑫𝒆𝒇𝒚 𝑭𝒂𝒕𝒆
ɪɪɪ. sɪʙʟɪɴɢ ᴀᴄǫᴜɪʀᴇᴅ
You get a new addition to your family, and all is right with the world.
(Hopefully nothing from the next chapter ruins this for you haha.)
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Watching Mum trip over herself to follow Mother around and tend to her every, little need was pretty funny at first.
But now you (unfortunately) have no right to laugh anymore, because as it turns out, learning that you're going to be an older sibling in just a few months really puts certain things into perspective, and now you're basically doing the same thing (although you at least had the dignity to be a lot more subtle about it, Mum.)
You don't know why, as you can't recall ever acting like this when your siblings from your first life came along, but everything just suddenly seems like a threat. For every sharp corner Mother passes by, you're quick to reach your hand over to cover it in case she gets close enough for contact. When you catch her going up or down the stairs, you're already rushing to her side to offer out a hand in support.
Yes, Mother of course laughs at all of this, and makes sure to tease you for doing the very things you laughed at your Mum for, but you can tell from the fondness in her smile and the bright twinkle in her eyes that she genuinely does appreciate all of the effort you and Mum were putting in to ensure her and the baby's comfort and safety—even if the measures Mum took could be pretty ... excessive.
("I can understand sanding down the corners of our dining table, but there is absolutely no way I'm letting you put carpets over the walls. I think Mother would actually kill me if I let you."
"You weren't there when it happened, [Y/n]! What if the next time she bumps into a wall, she pushes her baby bump back in?!"
"Mum of mine, I do not believe that is physically possible."
"HOW WOULD YOU KNOW?!"
"MAYBE BECAUSE ONE OF US WAS LUCKY ENOUGH TO INHERIT THE INTELLIGENCE I CLEARLY DIDN'T GET FROM YOU!")
Yeah, just thinking of all the times you've had to be the voice of reason between you and your Mum despite being the actual child between the two of you was enough to give you a headache. And the more Mother's stomach grows, the worse it gets.
At this point, I'm starting to believe that someone's gonna have to hold Mum's hand when the baby comes.
The thought makes you pause, ponder for a bit, and then cringe.
Poor nurse.
Other than Mum's (and admittedly, yours) overprotective tendencies, though, you're happy to report that Mother's pregnancy is going fairly well. From the visits your little family makes to the hospital every now and then, your younger sibling seems to be developing fine, and has been repeatedly reported as quite healthy, to your family's relief, pride, and joy.
What gets you all feeling really joyful, however, is the doctor revealing that the baby's gender can finally be determined.
"Wait!" Mother stops him before he can say anything else. "Don't tell us just yet! I want it to be a surprise!" she insists.
"Wha—a surprise?" Mum repeats, clearly confused. "You didn't want it to be a surprise last time!" she complains.
Penelope rolls her eyes at the childish tone in her wife's voice and takes her hand. "I know, which is why I want it to be a surprise this time," she explains. "Besides, you wouldn't want to turn down a cake, would you?"
When Mum only answers with silence, it's pretty easy for you and the doctor to guess who won.
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Three weeks of anticipation later, the gender reveal cake is delivered on your doorstep in a white box by a teenage girl with short, curly brown locks.
"Hope you folks like it," she says with a wink once the package is placed into your arms. "It took a whole lotta effort keeping it in tact, driving it all the way out here."
Her words cause a semi-guilty smile to grace your features. "Right. Sorry about that," you say, and you really do mean it; you couldn't imagine having to deliver a cake somewhere so far out in the country, especially with only a rusty old vespa as your noble steed.
The girl only laughs good-naturedly and ruffles your hair. "No need to apologize, kiddo. Hope ya'll enjoy the cake!" she says.
With that, she turns around to leave, but not before throwing back a quick, "Congratulations!" over her shoulder in reference of who exactly the cake was made for.
Thus, with the cake now in your possession, you bring it into the dining room, where Mother and Mum are already waiting in their designated seats at the table.
"She seemed nice," Mother comments, obviously referring to the delivery girl you'd just spoken to.
You hum, telling her, "She was," before setting the box down and opening it.
The cake is, as the delivery girl said, indeed in tact, and covered in frosting and all sorts of fruits to keep whatever flavor the cake itself was hidden.
"Oh, this is so exciting!" Mother says, clapping her hands with a giddy smile on her face. "Anyone already have any guesses?" she asks, looking over to her wife.
Mum hums and holds her chin in thought for a moment before eventually settling on: "Strawberry."
Nodding, Mother then turns to you and lifts her brows expectantly.
With an amused huff, you sit down in your own chair just as Mum rises out of her own to grab three plates and a knife. "You know what? I'm thinking strawberry, too," you decide.
Tilting her head curiously, Mother leans back in her seat and begins to caress her stomach. "May I ask why?" she inquires.
You shrug. "Just a feeling, I guess," you answer.
The conversation ends after that, as Mum is finally prepared to cut the cake.
"Alrighty, then," she begins once yours and Mother's attention is fully on her. "Here we go."
Setting the knife down for only a moment, Mum pulls the box's walls all the way down—not just to make cutting the cake easier, but to also give you and Mother a clear view of it from your positions, as well.
With that said and done, Mum picks the knife back up and inhales deeply, obviously hyping herself up for what's about to come. It feels a little silly, getting this anxious over a cake, but there's still this sort of tightness in your chest that makes it only a little hard to breathe. Is it anticipation? Dread of the inevitable? A mix of both?
In the end, it doesn't matter, because then a knife is slicing right through frosting and—
"Strawberry," Mum breathes, a triumphant grin slowly beginning to overtake her face. "Looks like we're gonna be welcoming a little girl into our family next."
You and Mother throw your hands into the air and cheer.
(Later that night, the bakery your cake had come from gets a call from you to let your delivery girl know that you folks did, indeed, enjoy the cake.)
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It is midnight when Mother's water breaks and Mum practically throws you into the car to drive you all off to the hospital.
It is about three in the morning when you get to leave the waiting room at last and see the labor (pun intended) of your Mother's work.
The baby is small—probably the smallest person you've ever seen—and, unlike you, takes a lot after Mum with her dark skin and soft tufts of platinum blonde hair.
"Oh," you say out loud without meaning to, eyes wide as you take in the infant held in Mother's arms. I'm an older sibling.
You knew you would be one for a while now, of course, and actually were one in your previous life, too. But ... there was just something about this moment: about seeing the little person that's been growing in Mother's stomach finally out and about in the real world, her eyes closed and her face all scrunched up, that had your chest exploding with an overwhelming warmth and your eyes threatening to flood with tears that you were desperately trying to keep in.
(Spoiler alert: you fail. Badly.)
"Hello, little love," Mother says, sounding so exhausted but still so happy at the same time. "Would you like to hold your baby sister?" she asks.
Still in shock at the sight of her, you can only manage a nod and then stare dumbly as the baby's handed over to rest in your arms.
"Um." You blink, mouth slightly agape. "Oh, wow."
(Across from you, Willow snorts.)
You watch, absolutely captivated, as the infant's chest rises and falls with each breath she takes. But then her face twitches, and your eyes automatically lift to watch as it scrunches up. It awes you, almost, the way she seems to struggle simply opening her eyes, but then her stare meets yours and it's like a puzzle clicks into place.
"Hey there, little sister," you greet, voice barely above a whisper. "I'm so happy to meet you."
Your sister babbles, unable to properly respond, obviously, and reaches up. Almost instinctually, you lift her higher, allowing her to reach your face and pat her small palms wherever she can, still babbling like you can understand every noise and gurgle.
You laugh and nod along anyway and pretend not to notice the tears you'd failed to hide.
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"You're gonna rule the world someday."
Your newly acquired sister, Odette (named after one of Mother's favorite stories, Swan Lake) looks up at the sound of your voice and tilts her head. It's been two months since her birth, and in those short months, you've learned that although Ody (the nickname you proudly bestowed her with the moment you thought of it) takes a lot after Mum, she is most definitely every bit of Penelope's daughter just as you are without a doubt Willow's child.
While you had inherited most of Mum's, er ... impulsiveness, Odette had the good fortune of inheriting Mother's patented Stare of Judgement™, which you had the honor of seeing it in action yourself ... because Odette had focused it on you and Mum when you both attempted to do something stupid that was very safe, creative, and fun.
(That's what you tried telling Mother, at least.
She didn't fall for it for even a second and the two of you got sent to timeout in the living room again.)
Odette babbles, snapping you out of your train of thought, and you smile down at her as you start running your hand through the platinum cloud that's been growing atop her head.
"Man, look at all this," you say, curling a strand of Odette's already curly hair around your finger. "At this point, your hair's gonna end up bigger than your head," you joke.
Odette babbles again in response and takes your free hand in between her smaller ones to play with your fingers, making your smile grow into a grin.
"Oh yeah; definitely queen of the world material." You nod. "Don't worry, I'll make sure to be there with you every step of the way. Who else's hands are you supposed to play with?" you ask.
"Ababa?" Odette blinks up at you.
You nod once again. "Exactly!"
She stares at you for a moment, as if processing your words, and then looks away to return her full attention to your hand. You chuckle, amused by just how much personality Odette could convey despite not knowing how to properly speak yet.
"Man ..." Turning your head to gaze out the window, you smile as you watch the trees dance to the wind outside. "I didn't think it'd be possible, Ody, but I ... think I'm more than a little used to this life now, y'know?"
The infant blows a raspberry.
You laugh. "A wise queen, too!"
(Outside, the wind howls, and as it does, a single orange leaf falls to the forest floor.
So it appears, the seasons have finally begun to change.)
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blackstarchanx3new · 7 months ago
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FSR rambles 19 traumatic things Link experianced
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Pet him like a cat shadow.
At least Link's normal enough to get up now.
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Awkward...
Shadow's like "Damn this is weird"
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Link's selectively mute still but I'd struggle to talk with four dipshits screaming like cracked out squirrels in my head too so ya know, I don't even blame him for being shitty at communication with Shadow rn.
He's got his priorities in order: FOOD.
Okay but you know Link is mad his plan failed literally the day after he employed it.
I'd be pissed anyway XDDDD
The four of em fell asleep, wake back up and they're right back to square one, ground zero the shit storm he tried to escape from.
That's horrifying in a way I can't quite articulate. "Hopelessness" is the only word coming to mind. Like, everything he did, it didn't matter. It was all for nothing they're BACK to how they were.
His hopes that pulling the sword would fix it: Crushed.
The literal only difference is that Shadow's here.
Which, is BETTER but damn if the disappointment from Link isn't palpable. You can only imagine what's going through his head rn after all this shit, he's just defaulting to a LITTLE BIT of normalcy in making breakfast.
Shadow's back to defaulting to doing: well nothing.
He isn't helping Link and is just WATCHING. Smth literally just yesterday was ALL HE COULD DO.
They're both just defaulting to what they're used to because this shit is too weird.
Is nice of Link to make enough for Shadow though. XD
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Haha okay I can get into this:
Literally Shadow and Link simultaneously know each other and don't.
In cannon: Shadow said ONE SENTANCE TO THIS MAN. A SINGLE THING. AND IT WAS MOCKING HIM LMFAO.
Yes Shadow had interaction with the colors but Link and Shadow: Nothing.
So of course he feels awkward around him.
They spent forever together and yet still feel so far away.
It's a tough situation.
Link pulling out the "you sure are quiet" is imo, him trying to be funny.
he continues with "thought you'd be more comfortable with me...at least considering how many times we've kissed"
Obviously this is in reference to Vio lmfao (...Also green but uh we'll get into that later). With Link's eyes matching Vio's.
Link is completely fucking with him and it's funny to me at least. Like he's so deadpan but he's being such a goof rn.
Though it is interesting to note how Link directly says Vio is him without any separation here. Since Vio also thought he was Link last night.
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WHY WOULDN'T HE REMEMBER SMOOCHING YA SHADOW???
Shadow clearly not knowing HOW Link works is kinda hilarious but also, nobody knows how this works.
Link casually referencing what Vio said in the fire temple, it's much more obvious now he's goofing with Shadow rn.
Shadow realizing the obvious, that Link IS the same person he's been hanging around just mashed together is a small but good reminder. Like link isn't a stranger fully. He's still the four of them.
Shadow just asking "Is this for me" would seem weird but uhh remember:
He didn't have a BED. He's been a SHADOW for YEARS. Like. Shadow being neglected isn't new. So it's a sad notion but he is shocked he'd be given food.
Link kinda having a "Wtf u mean? duh it's for you." moment.
Also the bomb drop that Link knows about Dark Link...Oops.
Exactly what relationship/how he KNOWS about Dark is kinda, left open since he doesn't elaborate what so ever...
It can be assumed he just knows what everyone else does. Buuut. There's always that "but"
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"Link what are you blabbing for they can hear you" - Shadow continuing to not understand how Link works. XD
I don't think it was mentioned anywhere before this but haha Blue was also in on the splitting Link plan. Vio and Red are the only ones left out of some of the loop it seems...But they were mainly worried about Vio catching on.
Link accuratly noting this nightmare isn't anything like the first time. Sorry buddy it's cause you're in an unrated comic by a weirdo fan vs any official Zelda comic. XDDD Which wouldn't allow 90% of what's in this comic I'm sure haha.
Also reasonable train of thought thought Shadow buddy about reverting back into a shadow. What a terrifying thought.
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Aw Link's being sweet and- TRIFORCE
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Yeah Shadow's sweating bullets considering uh the little fact Ganon said "Here catch, you're evil triforce of power man now"
Takes Link a second to remember back on that convo Shadow and Vio had about the triforce in the flashbacks. PG 179-182 ish if you're curious on brushing up on that.
Oh hi Vio.
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I don't think a lot of people caught that this was Vio's design from FS. Which is why Shadow was SO DISTURBED to see him like that. Link's very all over the place mentally and it's showing with his appearance. He's unstable as all hell right now.
Blue chiming in with "Wait a damn minute" remembering Zelda ALSO has the Triforce on her hand.
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Vio and Red are being obtuse/ignorant while Blue and Green know smth's up and are getting pissy about it.
Which just makes Link: All over the damn spectrum of emotion about this right now haha.
I'd get tonal whiplash too Shadow.
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Link going down the list of things he thought Shadow would want haha.
and Shadow's gay lil confession that all he really wants is Link is sweet.
I mean what else does he have to strive for? He gave up on a lot of his old dreams as pointless after becoming apart of the endless cycle of hatred.
It's noteworthy that Link's outfit glitches to black again.
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The line "Which you" was a very fun one to come up with. Because it just, hits ya.
Link isn't one entity. He's multiple. And he literally can't tell who Shadow's talking to in that moment. Because the underlying assumption (To Link and this will become obvious) is that Shadow really only cares about Vio.
All of last night is probably a complete blur/emotional whiplash around Shadow For Link.
Shadow threw a sword at Blue and was VERY hostile, was ALL OVER THE PLACE emotionally with Green mostly being bitter as hell, didn't really acknowledge red and Vio had a complete meltdown over his guilt surrounding Shadow and their friendship and relationship as a whole was all over the place.
Cram that all back together and what is Link supposed to take away from all that. Overall dude had a net negative experience with Shadow and now he's telling him he wants him?
I'd be confused as hell too.
Hi Zelda.
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Safe to say that was inevitable given how badly Link was bugging out this entire time.
He couldn't handle seeing Zelda haha.
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I don't think people caught Vio is just in his "headspace" outfit. Except it isn't pastel color palette.
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Panic attack, featuring Blue. He was the most vocally insistent they draw the sword, was activly trying to force his way out of Link's mish mash body during that whole ordeal. The main take away is that: He HATES being In Link and that was just about the worst nightmare come to life for him.
He doesn't even want Red to touch him, which considering the way it's all but stated Link's magical body is just their bodies pressed together into one form makes the angle that they're all LITERALLY touching each other that much more...ehhh disturbing.
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It's okay guys he just needs a minute alone-
Hah. Everyone's leaving you Vio. Doesn't press on the ol anxieties or anything.
Doesn't make it easy for a certain someone to come visit you.
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Vio's insecurities focusing around being ALONE and himself are smth that's been fun.
He mainly wants to be Link out of pure selfishness and self hatred. Link is an escape from his own accountability, a way for him to keep himself in check. While Blue finds it to be an outright prison.
Everything Dark is saying about here Vio could also be applied to himself and even Dark says that. He looks miserable while saying it too since Vio's problems are starting to hit a lot closer to home.
At least we got Shadow to yank Vio out of his funk. But Dark has no one to do that for him.
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Shadow petting Vio's face here while in a headlock is just, funny to me. Shadow can't affection properly at all lmfao.
But hey he knows when our lil buddy is active. Oops.
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Oh the fun they have together alright. 😏
It'll be a real wet and fun time-
What the hell Dark is talking about is left pretty open for now.
But he is getting sick of just sad reactions to what he says.
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He's nervous when faced with women. Same bro.
Green and Shadow begging for help on wtf to do with their new squid monster is pretty hilarious to me.
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Vio's being perceptive.
"IT IS!?" yeah red. And if you were an interesting character I'd write you doing things. :D
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HAH. TRAUMA. DARK LINK RELATED TRAUMA.
Surely that won't bite us in the ass later or anything...
Vio's outfit is very covered up because he's emotionally closed off yada yads I've mentioned this before.
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This hasn't been brought up in the comic but Green is afraid of tentacles lmfao so his fear at Dark rn is warranted.
Shadow blatantly not caring what Dark is doing rn because he's busy
Zelda notices right away that Dark defied vaati which must have been weird for her in real time hah.
Shadow's instant response to what to do with Dark is "Murder"
Nice to see you've grown so much shadow lmfao.
Notice how Link being around isn't even the thinly vailed excuse dude just doesn't like Dark Link lmfao. Most of what he said to Dark last night imo was pure projection and again: Not because he cared about Dark. But now he feels like they have an easy to to get rid of him via Zelda. Doesn't have to confront weird feelings if the guy is gone ooomf.
Zelda isn't outright apposed to getting rid of Dark Link but is like "Uhh...But what about link tho-"
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Shadow noticed his hair change.
I'm sure he noticed earlier, it's right in his eye sight but background detail of him actually looking at it like "Wtf?"
Also fun pressure to put on Green when he's strung out to shit rn.
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HI DARK LINK! :D
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Uhhhhhh. Okay then.
So Green's got murder trauma.
He's also just sick of the responsibilities piling on him like a crushing weight.
There's smth to be said about how Dark isn't a murderer so, doesn't have blood around his feet haha visual metaphores haha.
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So clarity: Link as a whole person murdered the people who killed his father. And Vio and Green were the ones who had main control in that moment.
Hope that clears some stuff up.
Dark finds this shit hilarious because he's sadistic but Green snaps out of the panic to realize THIS GUY IS DARK LINK.
The moment Green switches from his helpless attire into his current fit was very fun emotionally cause this was the first time someone had ANY amount of control when facing Dark Link. (Excluding Shadow I suppose, in terms of the colors anyway)
Green being a badass is just smth I enjoy and the "Oh shit moment" was very fun to watch people react to haha.
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Dark was so excited when seeing Green acknowledge him.
It really goes to show all of his "Nyeh you're such a shitty person" talk is literally not even his own opinion when it comes to the four colors. He's literally just repeating their insecurities and nothing else. Those words have NO BITE to them because Dark doesn't even believe it.
He's so excited to see Green because Green's the ONLY PERSON Who's truly acknowledged him in the head space.
Dark being so overwhelmed with joy he vomits.
Dark really doesn't have a lot of emotional regulation emotionally or physically. Like. The idea here is he's just, so excited he literally physically cannot handle that shit haha. I made a shitpost about it once but it's kinda just, accurate. XD
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Green's like "Wtf is wrong with you"
because this isn't ANYTHING he thought he'd be dealing with considering how Shadow was acting/talking about him lmfao.
He was expecting Shadow 2.0 and got...This guy.
Guy who apologizes when acting goofy as shit
Guy who is excited to see him overjoyed even...After utterly destroying him not 2 seconds ago.
Just. A silly. Goofy guy.
It is fun to have Dark switch IMEDIATELY to depressed as hell thinking about how he's been so alone.
I would really describe Dark's excitement here as pure mania. because at the root Dark is a depressed individual.
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Dark gives no shits when faced with death.
No begging or pleading for his life just "idk do what you want to I don't care"
Which, Dark Link's lack of care for his own personal safety has been shown off before and will only be a continued trend.
At the end of the day it shows a clear lack of self respect or care for himself.
Dark doesn't value himself.
Green's mercy here is rooted in his own selfishness.
He doesn't WANT to kill Dark Link because he doesn't want to hurt people. Which him and Vio did.
Green is ALSO very exhausted. And what you get is two individuals who would typically be at each other's throats, who aren't interested in fighting each other because they're just so worn out. The drive just isn't there.
Which leads them to being able to actually talk to each other in a meaningful way. And I just find that interesting.
Under different circumstances, these two very well could have fought here. XD
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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 2 years ago
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I thought Rook's personality is what caused him having not much appeal and on top of that his haircut was just ugly... Idk, if he wasn't so worshipful towards Vil (and anything beautiful for that matter) and so freaking stalk-ish/creepy maybe he would have more appeal and we could look past his haircut... At least this is why I don't like Rook 🥲
[Referencing this post!]
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In the original post, I was strictly talking about Rook’s looks contributing to why people don’t like him. Of course his personality is also a large part of why he isn’t super well liked, but again, I purposefully only discussed his looks in that context. His appearance is the first thing fans will see, and it contributes to their perception of him as a “silly” character before he even opens his mouth.
I think having a character that is “obsessed” with another one is… very risky for any writer. There are very real pitfalls associated with these kinds of characters, such as the audience finding them annoying, or the characters being perceived as solely defined by their overattachment to another person. I believe these are big reasons as to why Rook and Sebek are not that popular; there are many that claim that their devotion to Vil and Malleus (respectively) is irritating to read, and that they have nothing else to their personalities other than worshipping the ground their dorm leaders walk on 💦 It's this type of aversion that doesn't make people want to see beyond what Rook and Sebek initially present themselves as (ie hardcore "fanboys"), sometimes even assuming the worst of them due to this limited perception. For example, it's a commonly held sentiment in the fandom that "Vil and Malleus are annoyed by/hate Rook and Sebek" when the lore doesn't really indicate that this is true. At best, Vil and Malleus may be mildly annoyed by things they do or correct their manners when they act out in public--however, this is not equivalent to hate.
Another thing that sometimes gets mentioned (and was brought up in the ask as well) is that Rook has an obsession with "all things beautiful", which... is both true and not true. Rook is fixated on beauty, yes--but he doesn't find interest ONLY in beautiful things. Rather, he is able to see everything as beautiful, even tough situations or things traditionally considered ugly or negative. This is a strength of his that often gets overlooked, either because he isn't taken seriously ("haha funny French man") or because the immediate trait people notice isn't this but instead his habit of stalking. Rook definitely has his own unsavory characteristics (and there are times when his devotion is waaay too much), so I understand why he's considered so off-putting. I was in that camp myself for the first several months playing TWST! However, I do urge you to try and see his positive points as well! You don't have to necessarily like him, but I think it's really important to see both the bad and the good in characters.
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policemanofprincesspark · 4 months ago
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H in his top class look will forever be H in 2019. Maybe it´s because I joined the fandom and I romantise this year in general (because it was the last year before things got sh*t in every possible way) but yeah, H in 2019 was somewhere else for me. I will probably blame O and her shitstorm for those 2 years that made H age much faster and he should and there´s no way back. Like I love him no matter what, because I am aging as well and was shocked when I looked at my photos from like 2014 vs now so at least I´m not the only one. I lowkey wish H will look older and older every time he pops up in public and so those harries who are there only for his fake semi-god of s*x persona will leave/move on to someone younger. And at the end of the day, no matter how old H and Louis look and how much we dislike it, what matters most is if they find each other attractive because they both are aging together. P.S.: Have you seen how much Shawn Mendes aged/how old he looks? That literally horrible if you add the fact he´s not even in his 30´s!
I don't think Olivia had a thing to do with it. Like many others, I think it was his Marvel contract. He needed to get ultra fit for his role in Eternals (which never went anywhere and has presumably been scrapped).
I think Harry really started looking good to me in 2014. Course, that's also when I joined the fandom. But I think his long hairstyle was beautiful before it got too long in 2015 and 2016. By then he was looking like Tarzan. Not a good look.
Then he had it cut in that dashing, almost 50s style.
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That looked really nice, made him look younger again, and suited his face. His hairline also wasn't as receded. I mean, look at the difference between these foreheads:
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Now that his hairline has receded so far back, he's going to need to adopt a different hairdo. He can't slick it up and back like that anymore. It doesn't look good. There's a reason true haters call him Pennywise.
Though the hair isn't even the big issue to me; it's the face. He's obviously had to put on weight to put on muscle, and I don't know his body fat percentage but it's probably higher than it was in 2017. Putting his face now side-by-side with his 2017 one really shows how wide his face has gotten. Not a good look.
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You can see the mandibular angles stick out more, but he already had a good jawline before, so they didn't need to widen. You need balance for a good jawline—just about equal amounts of vertical and horizontal. It looks too square now, which could be a result of not properly mewing (yes, I know that's a funny-haha meme nowadays, but it's real). Case in point:
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His jaw is just a little recessed, as most of ours are. Nothing abnormal. But if he adopted proper tongue posture and worked on it, his chin would appear a tad longer, which would really balance out the current width of his jaw.
His skin also just... doesn't look as smooth as it did seven years ago. I think he looks slightly pudgy in the cheeks too. Not significantly, but enough to noticeably change the way he looks overall.
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Nothing all that wrong with this, by the way. I am by no means saying that he's ageing horribly. He's just ageing, and with age, if you want to keep up your looks, you have to put in a lot more effort than you did when you were younger. I don't blame musicians; it must be stressful touring. Right now he's on a break, but being exposed to all kinds of good food when you're in Italy and going out to eat a lot will do a number on you.
I know his weight and muscle mass fluctuate as it does with everyone, so don't bring up certain months this year or last when he looked better because that's not the point I'm getting at here. I understand he'll have times he'll look good and times he won't, as is the case for most people.
(As for Shawn Mendes, I think he looks fine. He's nearly 26 and looks his age and doesn't look unkempt or like he's gained weight. Looks good to me!)
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melishade · 2 years ago
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Attack on Prime Sad Incorrect Quotes
(Cause I’m a messy angst-filled bitch and y’all are gonna feel it with me before Chapter 56 Sunday)
Incorrect Quotes 3
(When Armin is finally fed up with Megatron and stands up for himself)
Armin: What is wrong with you?! I am reaching out to you despite everything that you have done and you still can’t get out of your own way! God! I feel sorry for you!
Megatron in fury: Don’t turn your back on me!
Armin, having enough: I SHOULD HAVE TURNED MY BACK ON YOU AGES AGO!
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Optimus: I will take care of you.
Eren:…it’s rotten work.
Optimus: Not to me. Not if it’s you.
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Hanji: “Oh... I thought you were about to hug me haha.”
Optimus: “D...Did you want a hug?”
Hanji: “....yes please.”
(Optimus does so rather awkwardly because he's not good at giving full forms of affection).
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Megatron: “I hate you, with every fiber of my being.”
Optimus: “...You’re a terrible liar.”
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(When Megatron really starts to give a shit and care about others which again, way later.)
Hanji: Stop worrying. Give me your hand. I'm your friend.
Megatron: I fear to stain your clothes with blood.
Hanji: Stain them. I don't care.
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Zeke: “What the hell were you thinking?! How could you make such an important decision without me?!”
Megatron: “The same way you did. Only unlike you, my decision isn’t going to kill thousands of innocent humans for the sake of my own self-deprecation and depression.”
Zeke: “You fucking bastard! This could ruin everything I’ve worked for!”
Megatron: “I know... That’s part of why I agreed to it.”
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Levi: “You really have been through a lot, haven’t you?”
Optimus: “...More than you can possibly imagine.”
Levi: “Is there nothing I can do to ease the pain?”
Optimus: “...Stay with me? Please? Just for a little while longer...”
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Optimus: “You should have called me, I would have come immediately if I’d known.”
Eren: “I didn’t want to bother you, I know you’ve been exhausted lately...”
Optimus: “Some things are more important Eren... And you’re one of them. Please don’t force yourself to suffer alone like this again.”
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Optimus: “Nothing good can come from this...”
Megatron: “...Maybe so, but at least this way we have some measure of control over whatever calamities do befall us.”
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Megatron: “Is there truly nothing I can do to earn your forgiveness?”
Hanji: “...It’s not my forgiveness that you should be concerned about.”
(Based on some dialogue I have written for these two way later. So I guess this is kind of a spoiler. Lol.)
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(If Optimus has had enough and is just tired)
Magath: Yes, I'd quite like to know that, too. You set this up. Why?
Optimus: Because it's not a game, Magath! This is a scale model of war! Every war, ever fought, right there in front of you! Because it's always the same. When you fire that first shot, no matter how right you feel, you have no idea who's going to die! You don't know whose children are going to scream and burn! How many hearts will be broken! How many lives shattered! How much blood will spill until everybody does what they were always going to have to do from the very beginning! Sit down and talk! 
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Yelena: You don't understand. You will never understand.
Optimus: I don't understand? Are you kidding? Me? Of course I understand. I mean, do you call this a war? This funny little thing? This is not a war! I fought in a bigger war than you will ever know! I did worse things than you could ever imagine. And when I close my eyes! I hear more screams than anyone could ever be able to count! And do you know what you do with all that pain? Shall I tell you where you put it? You hold it tight till it burns your hand, and you say this. No one else will ever have to live like this. No one else will have to feel this pain. Not on my watch!
(Alluding to another scene I have written way later. Lol. I don't want Doctor Who but the Zygon Speech about War from Peter Capaldi is a top tier performance. Give it a watch.)
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Yes, hello! I am currently dealing with allergies in my dorm room. May I please have any of the Noah's Ark Circus crew taking care of an s/o who has an awful case of allergies? I'm talking similar to seasonal allergies but year-round and unpredictable AF. I hope I'm not asking too much.
never too much! aaaaaaaa
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Well, she’s doin’ the best she can, but… wot exac’ly is she s’posed t’ do?? Other than fetch you anything you need, which she’s already doing. It’s not as if she knows of anything that can make a person stop sneezing, after all. And, although she sometimes gets a little irritated by the repetitive noises when symptoms crop up, she knows it’s a her problem and not your fault. She’s definitely sure that you’re infinitely more irritated with it all than she could ever be. Still, the best way to help eludes her… you just tell her what you need and she’ll do it, she simply doesn’t have any ideas of her own which might help. Other than giving you kisses on the cheek and running a loving hand through your hair, as long as you’re alright with that. She can’t ‘fix’ anything; she’s a great emotional support, though, and maybe that’s all she really needs to be.
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Errrrr… damn… ‘e don’t s’pose some kinda tea might ‘elp, would it? The first time he experiences this he’s almost in shock, seeing that they’re treating it like this is normal for them. He’s pretty sure something like that would drive him mad — regular hayfever in the spring is bad enough! Despite that he might get a little bit of it himself, it’s nowhere near as severe as (Name)’s, and at least that slight bit he goes through lasts only a couple of months. He’s the type to dote as much as he can, offering possible remedies that he’s asked around about and reminding his S/O every so often that he’ll do whatever they need him to. It makes him pout some, to see them in a not insignificant amount of misery with nothing he can do about it. At least he’s there, so he prides himself on making sure he takes very good care of them.
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Lord, but they never seen someone sneeze so many times in a row! Ain’t (Name) dizzy?? If nothing else, they understand that yes, their darling is probably a little lightheaded from all that. Immediately following any kind of allergy attack, Freckles is quick to let their S/O lean on them, or they’ll reach over to steady their sweetheart. They have no shame in the way that they try to help, mainly because it’s the kind of thing they’d hope someone who loved them would do for them. That’s what it should be, shouldn’t it, to treat someone you love the way you want to be treated? Of course, they’re forever giggling about it, teasing their S/O: “Oi, y’ exaggeratin’ this jus’ ‘cause y’ want me t’ ‘old y’? Y’ don’t need an excuse f’r that!” It’s mostly an effort to get them to smile and make them feel a little better during moments that might be a struggle. None of it really bothers Freckles, and they’re perfectly willing to ask what they can do to be of help. Whatever their darling needs, they’ll get!
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Haha, goodness… they’re a sight! Aww, ‘e ain’t laughin’ at ‘em, ‘e’s jus’… th’ situation’s a li’l funny! While he’s never really seen someone with these kinds of allergies before, he can certainly imagine that it’s not a good time at all. He and his family have run into a lot of different people in their lives, so this sort of thing doesn’t really surprise him despite it being something he’s never encountered until now. Honestly, his poor darling; he’ll have to take them to visit Doc and see if there isn’t anything which might take the edge off, however small it may be. Aside from that, he’s always more than glad to take care of them. All they need to do is tell him what they need, and as long as it’s something that’s physically and financially possible, he’ll find a way to make it happen. He also thinks he’s hilarious, because he counts their sneezes, and gives them a half-affectionate, half-cheeky, “Bless ye ten times, m’ love!” once they’re finally done. Just smack him to train him out of that habit!
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Wot the devil… are they alright?? They’re not comin’ down with somethin’, are they? He’s far more likely to assume it’s illness, (mostly in the beginning), than he is to think it’s some kind of year-long hayfever sort of condition. Although he hasn’t ever heard of anything like that, he doesn’t have any problems accepting that’s what’s going on once they tell him. It makes him wince a little whenever they complain about their eyes watering, because he’s had his own issues with vision, and he’s a bit scared that it could lead to them not being able to see. Thankfully, he doesn’t often show his fear, and just does whatever they need him to do. If they’re okay with him carrying them around just in case they start sneezing, so that they don’t get dizzy, he’ll do that. As well, they don’t need to do anything other than mention something that may help, and he’s off to go get it or set it up or whatever they need. He doesn’t think anything of it, but he’s really incredibly attentive.
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Good God, wot is goin’ on with them?! Even when ‘e’s sick as ‘ell, ‘e don’t sneeze or sniffle ‘alf as much as they do! Much like Jumbo, Peter is definitely inclined to think it’s a cold or something rather than allergies. While he’s got his own respiratory and immune issues, well… he complains in the beginning that his beloved is “bein’ drama’ic, surely it can’t be that bad??” He thinks they’re exaggerating for sympathy and rolls his eyes a little. (This has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that he’s sometimes faked an extra sneeze or two so that he can ‘prove’ he’s so sick and has to sit out practice or performances. Nope. No projecting here.) Once it clicks that they literally can’t help it, he freaks out in a panic that he was so mean. It’s like watching a switch flip — he’s suddenly at their beck and call, fetching whatever he thinks they’ll need even before he thinks they’re going to ask for it. He surely feels bad about acting so dismissive, so he desperately wants to make it up to them. He might even apologize as he’s trying to take care of them. Dammit, he doesn’t want them to suffer!
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(… How many times was that?) Hm. Not sure, Emily. Seven, was it? (Good grief. They’re never going to stop, are they?) Both he and his friends are all startled the first couple of times they see it happen. Actually, it’s a little funny, because Snake tends to sneeze at least five times in a row whenever he does, so he’s borderline relieved to see that it isn’t just him that happens to. Of course, he’s usually sick when he does, and he’s practiced for years to try to keep his from being noticed. (Name) looks a little dazed and annoyed, just… not really surprised. And they don’t seem ill. Tsk. Even though he doesn’t know exactly what it is, other than some kind of long-term hayfever, he knows that any cold remedies probably won’t work. So he tries some of the folk remedies for hayfever that he knows, gently sliding them over toward his sweetheart with eager eyes that beg them to try it. It puts him in pain to see them suffering, so he wants to ease it a little, if he can. If nothing else, he’s content to curl up with them and just… be there. Emotional support Snake, all the way.
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One, two, three, four… Lord, ain’t it ever gonna let go of ‘em? They jus’ look so damn itchy ‘n’ uncomf’table! She couldn’t imagine having to sneeze so many times in a row, and coupled with the sniffling and watery eyes that apparently come with whatever this is, she’s quietly worried about her S/O. It extends into her going to see Doc, asking about if such a thing is normal and if anything might be able to help her darling out. That must get old, and she certainly knows how old it gets from the fact that she and Peter tend to catch a cold seemingly every two weeks in the winter. As far as she can picture, that’s a taste of what this year-round hayfever must be like for (Name). If they could see through their sneezing, they’d notice her watching them with a blatantly concerned expression whenever it happens. As small as she is, she thinks she can give them some help, or at least be of comfort. It’s not going to stop her from trying, anyway, so she likes to just lie down with them as often as she can, an attempt to get them away from whatever might be bothering them and a chance to relax. If they tell her anything will help, she’s prepared to go get it. She just… she wants to take care of them. Any way she can.
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ladyhindsight · 2 years ago
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We’re almost 3/4 into the story but the story continues on as flat as ever. The pace does not pick up. It doesn’t seem like the culmination of any of the events in the story is arriving. There isn’t a lot to note on because I’m irate just about everything in this book.
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Jace is staying in the Silent City and serves us another The Infernal Deviced reference. But again, these references aren’t just left there to be found. No, this one is underlined with Jace’s wonder, signaling some form of significance.
→ Someone had carved the letters JG into the stone just above the bedstead. There was nothing else in the room....
Jace dreams and sees Max in this dream.
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Let’s go back to City of Glass chapter 6 and this quote then: 
Jace knew he was being cruel, and he barely cared. Hurting people he loved was almost as good as hurting himself when he was in this kind of mood.
Sure, dream “Max”
Max then beckons Jace to accept a rune that supposedly will forever fix Jace’s issues and he could be free once again to be with Clary.
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But, alas. It was a trap. Who would’ve thought.
→ A spear of agony went through Jace, as if the skin on his chest were burning.
Jace is, once again, in trouble. We get back to Simon and Jordan who are talking about the Maureen situation. They are still trying to figure out who the tracksuit gang and the extortionists are while having but barely any effort in finding out the whole story so far.
Simon calls Isabelle and spills the beans about biting Maureen. 
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She sounded unworried → sure. Which made sense → because you are trying to convince the narrative of it making sense? Also, it’s a marvel that no one loses their trust in Clary or Jace after this whole thing. Of course, Clary would lie, and Simon should be the first to know that.
They agree to meet up at the Ironworks party and plan the next steps they’re going to take regarding this Maureen/Chirch of Talto business.
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Haha. Funny. Cut this and it actually shows.  ↓
“I guess you’re coming as my date now.” Simon shoved the phone back into his pocket. 
“We’d better get you something nice to wear then,” said Jordan as Simon headed back into his room. “I want you to look pretty.”
So there’s the Ironworks party held by Luke’s pack in celebration of Jocelyn and Luke’s upcoming wedding. Clary is worrying about her dress.
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I’m almost 100% certain it would not be a hyperbole to state that there isn’t a one thing Clary does in this book that has absolutely nothing to do with Jace. Yes, it is a shallow thing to worry considering that there are more pressing issues at play.
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IRRELEVANT.
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Clary’s way of speaking changes to match the faerie, because style is more important than consistency.
Kaelie gifts Clary a bell which can be used to call for a servant of the Seelie Queen. Kaelie then leaves and Jocelyn comes to speak with Clary.
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Oh. My. God. Which one do you think Jocelyn knows better and cares for immensely more?
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Clary, apparently, is a mind reader and thinks that out of everyone Jace knows and who knows Jace, she is the only one with these thoughts. Of course Clary knows Jace the best, why on earth would there be any other important people in Jace’s life that know how to read him or understand him without words needed?
Jocelyn then validates further how deep and meaningful and strong and great and amazing and one of a kind the love Clary and Jace have is. After this, Simon arrives with Jordan and meet up with Isabelle.
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Simon doesn’t need to know anything. → Her electrum whip looked like bracelets, loops of gold laddering her right arm. (A very Clare-esque sentence.)
With descriptions of Isabelle like this, it’s always fun to go back to this:
I think it is very clear to everyone at this point that there have been many changes to the books in the TV adaptation, and that the characters are different, as is the story and how it unfolds. Even the way Isabelle dresses in the show is not the way Isabelle would dress or did dress in the books. (I have a chart of every time Isabelle’s clothes are ever mentioned in the books. Largely it is long skirts, dresses, jeans and gear.)
Dresses with plunging necklines!!
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Get him. It’s annoying, especially going forward from here, how Jordan constantly forces his presence on Maia, even by just ogling at her and commenting things on her. It’s incredibly uncomfortable and annoying. Isabelle, however, is a bro and the only reliable person around:
She’s willing to accept that you’re here and ignore you. But that’s all you get. Don’t bother her, don’t try to talk to her, don’t even look at her, or I’ll fold you in half so many times you’ll look like a tiny little origami werewolf.
Not that this has any effect on the subsequent events. They enter the party, and the chapter ends.
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justsoohi · 2 years ago
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Sora's Surprise
<the next day>
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Natsume: Senpai.
Tsumugi: oya. Natsume-kun.
Natsume: I asked Koneko-chan to upload the sound file to the server.
Tsumugi: Ah, Thank you very much. I was just thinking of going to ask.
Are you able to walk out again? Thank goodness~
Natsume: I have been able to walk around since yesterday. I just couldn't shake the fact that Sola looked so worried. He looked desperate.
Tsumugi: Ahaha. He must have been anxious after Natsume-kun collapsed.
Natsume: U~n·····, is that so....
Tsumugi: Hm? Is there anything that worries you?
Natsume: Of course, he must be worried about me. But For some reason I feel like I'm being watched. It seems like he doesn't want me to leave the room.
Well, maybe I'm just imagining things.
Tsumugi: Ah~·····
Natsume: n? What's with this sensation? does Senpai knows something?
Tsumugi: (If Natsume-kun walks around the ship and finds out the surprise we are secretly preparing, we will be in trouble, That's probably why he is even more sensitive.)
No~. I don't know anything.
Natsume: ····················
Tsumugi: mo, Please don't stare at me like that~. I promise I'm not doing anything wrong.
The mystery will be solved when the time comes. Please trust us and wait for us, Natsume-kun.
Natsume: Ha~a·····. I understand that Sora and Senpai are plotting something.
Tsumugi: It's not that kind of a dangerous thing, you know. It's a magic of happiness that Sora-kun casts with his inherent goodness. There is nothing to worry about.
It may feel like Natsume-kun is the only one left out now, but that boy thinks of Natsume-kun more than anyone else.
Natsume: ·····You use a cunning way of speaking, When you say that, I can't just yell at you, 『Tell me your stupid glasses』.
Tsumugi: Eh~, I don't want Sora-kun to be stuck without me. I'm also weak against Natsume-kun's wishes.
Natsume: ·····I see.
<Stage day>
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Natsume: He~e. I had a preview of the stage before the event, but It's a different atmosphere when it's lit up
Sora: HaHa~. Somehow sora feels like an adult~? Sora is kinda dizzy....
Tsumugi: Fufu. Well, it's also a place to drink alcohol~
Sora-kun. The real thing is starting now, so please don't get drunk just by the atmosphere, okay?
Sora: Yes! Sora has to work hard~
Tsumugi: Fufu. That's right~. I'll leave the backup to you.
Sora&Tsumugi: ··········(Nodding to each other with eye contact)
Natsume: (yare yare. Even though I know it's for sora's sake, it's still not funny. When will I find out what the surprise is?·····)
Then, let's go.
Tonight we'll turn the moonlight into drops with the magic of our 『Switch』.
『♪~♪~♪~』
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Tsumugi: (It's kind of strange that we're singing in this place today)
(If I hadn't gotten a job with 『Switch』 at that time. If Sora-kun didn't want to go to the southern island. If I had known why Natsume-kun didn't want to go)
(If any of these were different, we would not be standing here. Seriously.... Life is a series of strange coincidences, isn't it?)
(But, unexpectedly, I don't think it's a bad thing. Natsume-kun will get angry though)
(Because every time something unexpected happens, you can see a side of Natsume-kun and Sora-kun that you didn't know? Both good and bad points)
(because it's so important)
(If we knew that·····, we might be able to make things different for Natsume-kun, even if he doesn't like it.)
(That's why, Natsume-kun. Please enjoy the magic of me and Sora-kun.)
(The craftsmanship is flowing, and after that, just watch the finish♪)
Sora: 『♪~♪~♪~』
(Sora is having so much fun every day. All year round. Anytime. Sora is happy to have Shisho~ and Senpai.)
(Sora hope Shisho~ and Senpai feel the same as Sora thinks.)
(All year round...sora wants you to always be happy with me and Senpai)
(That's why sora want Shisho~ to always have fun~)
(For this purpose, Sora and Senpai will use this magic!)
Natsume: !
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Natsume: (Eh·····! Three stages in the sea at once!?)
(What's going on? Could it be a machine accident·····!?)
(Hm? But Sora and Senpai are calm despite there's an accident)
(Ah····· I see. This is Sora's surprise magic.)
Sora: (Yes)
(Shisho~. Even if it's hot or if you can't swim, please don't hate it. If shisho~ don't like it, sora will change it into something fun with the magic of Sora and Senpai)
Natsume: Fufu. That's a point taken
(Come to think of it, Kanata-niisan said to me when I asked him why he went into the sea when he couldn't swim.)
(It's a waste if you don't know the scenery that's look like a jewel box)
(Certainly, I might have wasted my life if I didn't know about this scenery)
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gretagerwigsmuse · 10 months ago
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this chapter was SOOOO good! i loved getting to see more home life (even though it came at a price) with her father who is so sweet and kind and encouraging, i’m glad she’s there for him at least! and i was not expecting the in person confrontation!! i figured it would happen via letters somehow so i was pleasantly surprised! more below 💕 (also did i see something in the comments about an epilogue 👀 i would not complain…)
It felt as though there were a ticking time bomb lurking in your dress, awaiting one wrong move. The only problem was, you’d already made that wrong move. - ooooo i love this imagery! it’s scorching in her pocket, poor thing!
You are anything but ordinary to me, sweet girl. Aside from your stunning beauty you are wise and bright and funny and carrying. In a word you are extraordinary to me. - i’m swooning! and again, the “looks” bring him in but everything else is why he stayed! and that’s what matters
There is nothing you can say or do that would have me change my mind unless you were to outright refuse me. - which she kind of does, in a roundabout way? her comments about him being married could be construed as a refusal and i think he takes it that way and that’s why he backs off?
Letters continued to arrive from him, every three weeks or so, and were promptly stored away in the bottom of your suitcase with the rest. - curious if we’ll find out what those letters said? did she keep them? i hope she did even if she didn’t read them
He coaxed gently as he grasped your wrist in one hand, producing a monogrammed handkerchief from his pocket with the other. - ughhh i’m a sucker for a monogrammed handkerchief 😮‍💨
“Almost makes me sorry I got promoted.” He smirked and your brow wrinkled in bewilderment as he rose to his feet. “Miss being called ‘leftenant.’” - awwwwwww this is so sweet (i also love that british people say leftenant and for the longest time didn’t think it was the same thing as lieutenant lol)
She sneered before her palm lashed out to smack across your left cheek with a harsh ‘crack.�� - i gasped the first (and second time) i read this! damn izzy!!!
It was honestly no surprise that Miss…just Isobel now…had carried on with him despite that knowledge, but that was a line you would have never allowed yourself to cross knowingly. - oh izzy totally wouldn’t mind haha (but the poor thing!!! i was wondering how it would all work in!)
 “Did…did you mean a word of it?” His voice was laced with a dangerously tempting hint of tenderness and you felt your lower lip tremble precariously. - of course she did!! and he knows that! that’s why he chased after her
The display in the shop window with a relatively new World Atlas caught your attention and you found yourself leaving with it - this was so sweet and endearing, i like that she kind of subconsciously buys it and then uses it to follow along with the war. also i loved my atlas when i was younger so im a little biased here 🤭
I listen every day to your progress on the news, follow along in an Atlas I purchased to better understand it. - only adding on to the above comment, i love that she actually tells him this? it’s really sweet and honest!
Yes. Yes, I meant every word of it, more than I recognized while I was writing it. Until it was too late. - oh sweet girl!!! i loved this entire letter, the whole reintroduction was really sweet
If weeks in the frigid hellscape of Bastogne taught me anything it is how much I adored your letters, your charm and intelligence were wasted in the world of black and white. Life in technicolor suits you so very much more. - okay so you LOVE her huh? 🤭🤭
A life that is more than just the prescribed checklist of expectations. - ughhhh i LOVE this!
Could you see to it too? - 🤭🤭🤭🤭
I Wish You Love | Part Three
I Wish You Love Masterlist
Lewis Nixon x Housemaid!Female Reader
The letter you never intended to post has a slew of consequences and life will never be the same for anyone – you and Captain Nixon most of all.
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Warnings: Canon typical violence, Angst, Class Divide, Infidelity, Dishonesty, Minor Reader Injury, Blood, Language, Smoking, Alcohol Consumption, Inevitable Historical and Military Inaccuracies, Mature/Explicit Themes - 18+ ONLY.
Author's Note: Reader's nationality is British and liberties have been taken in describing her background and family life for the sake of plot. No physical descriptions or y/n used. A good portion of this fic will be letter-based. This is a work of fiction based off the portrayal by the actors in the HBO series. I hold nothing but respect for the real life individuals referenced within.
Word Count: 5211
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Lieutenant Nixon’s reply arrived in early October. The weeks since the family’s return to Lydiard had been bleak. The change from summer to autumn typically brought with it a renewed sense of energy, vigor, and anticipation for the festivities to come at the end of the year. All you seemed to feel was the life draining out of the world around you, underwritten by a growing sense of dread that culminated in the arrival of the morning post that day.
You lost your breakfast in the bathroom, hands shaking as they wiped your mouth clean, unable to face the contents of the envelope. Miss Isobel, for her part, was basking in her re-insertion into her social circle around Lydiard – gentlemen callers, vapid daughters of landed gentry. She barely noticed how unwell or vacant you looked, though catching your own reflection in her mirror as you fixed her hair reminded you to get a grip until you could take Dash for his walk.
Even once you’d reached the lake shore, the dog settling into a more relaxed pace after his initial excitement at the outset, you remained reluctant to open it. It felt as though there were a ticking time bomb lurking in your dress, awaiting one wrong move. The only problem was, you’d already made that wrong move.
“No going back now.” You muttered grimly and gingerly slid the letter from its envelope.
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The pages crinkled in your hand as your gripped them fiercely, trying with all your might to swallow past the lump in your throat. You weren’t entirely sure which part was worse, reading him pledge his undying devotion to another woman or the fact that he would not give up on her unless she were to outright refuse him. Because despite the utter mess you had made of it, there was no possible way you could ever find it in yourself to do that.
And so, like the complete coward you had become, you took a page from Miss Isobel’s book and simply did not reply. As you should have done all those months ago in May. It was her intention to leave his correspondence unanswered, you were just, finally – after a long and twisted path – honouring her wishes. Never mind that it turned all food to sawdust in your mouth and robbed you of sleep, changing you into some sleep-walking wraith.
Letters continued to arrive from him, every three weeks or so, and were promptly stored away in the bottom of your suitcase with the rest. Sweet Izzy was as good as dead. There was only the real article left and she was just as much a handful as she’d ever been, carrying-on with some doctor at the prison camp now. The air turned cold, sparkling frost replaced the morning dew on the lawn. You barely noticed it as you allowed Dash to drag you along behind him on his daily sojourns.
Your father was begging you to come home on your day off before Christmas, maybe it would do you good to get out of Lydiard for a while – out of your grief-stricken stupor and back into the land of the living. Returning Dash to his favourite cushion in the sitting room one morning, you quickly grabbed a tray to collect one of the cut crystal glasses that had surely been left in there by a house guest the night before. You were crossing through the front hall towards the back stairs when you heard Mr. Atkinson open the front door.
“Good day, Captain Nixon.” His tone was as professional as ever, but you still managed to note the hint of surprise as you whirled around to see the very man whose letters you had been avoiding standing there in his dress uniform.
Two gold bars now adorned his garrison cap. So that was why Mr. Atkinson had called him Captain. Struggling to inhale a full breath, you realized much too late that you had lost sensation in your fingertips, the sound of the tray and its fragile cargo impacting the ground overtaking whatever Captain Nixon had said in reply to Mr. Atkinson’s greeting.
Cursing under your breath, you crouched quickly to snatch up the tray, frantically trying to pluck the shards of broken crystal from the floor with your bare fingers as your heart slammed against your rib cage like a bird trying to escape its confines. A particularly large, jagged edge caught the flesh of your palm, making you hiss as blood welled scarlet against your skin.
“Whoa, easy there.” Captain Nixon’s voice was a lot closer than you expected, making you jolt back, startled. “Let me see that.” He coaxed gently as he grasped your wrist in one hand, producing a monogrammed handkerchief from his pocket with the other. “You really shouldn’t be picking up broken glass with your bare hands, you know.” He chided with a soft grin, expertly wrapping your hand with the soft, expensive cotton.
You watched silently, wondering how many times he’d performed similar acts on his fellow soldiers in the heat of battle. You’d never realized quite how good his aftershave smelled, how the hints of vanilla and allspice wrapped around you before.
“There, all better.” His voice shattered through your retreat inward, and you looked to him quickly, barely meeting his warm eyes, the same shade as his favourite whiskey, before you had to look away lest your expression betray your inner turmoil.
“Thank you, Captain.” You murmured softly and shuffled backward again before pushing to your feet.
“Almost makes me sorry I got promoted.” He smirked and your brow wrinkled in bewilderment as he rose to his feet. “Miss being called ‘leftenant.’” He shrugged and you gulped as tears stung your eyes with a sudden viciousness.
“If you’ll follow me to the sitting room, we’ll find Miss Isobel, sir.” Mr. Atkinson stepped forward, shooting you a reproachful look.
You tensed rigidly with a quick nod. One of the footmen had arrived with a broom and dustpan to continue cleaning up your mess and you surrendered your tray filled with broken parts, wondering if they could all see the shattered pieces of your heart laying there upon it too. Dashing up the stairs towards Miss Isobel’s room, you endeavoured to regulate your breathing, not needing to dissolve into hysterics now. There was no escape. Your Waterloo had come, it seemed, and you may as well face up to the mess you created with your own two hands and a pen.
Knocking on the door, you entered only once Miss Isobel’s voice called out to you, finding her lounging on her bed with the newest edition of her favourite magazine.
“Miss Isobel, I wonder if I might have a moment of your time.” You clenched your fists at your sides, digging your nails into the heels of your palms, the ersatz bandage on your right hand driving home the purpose and necessity of what was about to be the most awkward conversation of your entire life.
She let the magazine drop to the duvet dramatically with an annoyed, expectant look upon her face as you clicked the door shut behind you.
“Captain Lewis Nixon is downstairs, Miss–”
“What?” She interrupted sharply and you took a shaky breath, seizing the last threads of your composure in a death grip.
“He’s come because…well I’m afraid he believes…” You struggled to sum up the litany of your offences tidily.
“Oh, do get on with it.” She huffed, tossing the periodical aside and sitting up, patting at her hair vainly to check the style was still in place.
“Captain Nixon is under the impression that you have been writing to him since May, Miss.” You forced the words out in a rush, sinking your teeth into your lower lip as she stood slowly.
“Whyever would he think that? He been drinking too much again?” She laughed snidely, smoothing her skirt.
Clenching your jaw, you shook your head firmly. “No. Because I’ve been writing to him in your name.” Your voice trembled but you managed to keep it at an audible volume, standing completely still as she stalked over to you with a cold rage in her eyes.
“Why you sneaky little bitch.” She sneered before her palm lashed out to smack across your left cheek with a harsh ‘crack.’
Blinking rapidly as your eyes immediately began to water, in retrospect you wished you had given her a piece of your mind, but in reality, all that tumbled out of your mouth was a series of apologies. “I am so very sorry, Miss, I just wanted him to feel supported while he fought overseas. I know it wasn’t my place and I swear I meant nothing by it I–”
“You are dismissed.” She cut you off with words you dreaded and yet expected all at once. “You filthy fortune hunter. Did you really think he’d fall for such stupid tricks?! What a foolish girl you were all along, just like I told Papa. He’s married you know?” The cruel glee that lit up her eyes before she began to laugh like a jackal made your blood curdle, the word ricocheting through your brain.
…married….Married…MARRIED…
“Now remove yourself from this house at once, I never want to see your face again. I will be sure to inform Atkinson and Papa just what you’ve done, you horrid girl.” She reached behind you to wrench to door open and pointed, sending you fleeing from the room towards the back stairs with that singular, devastating word still echoing in your mind as your vision began to blur.
Bursting into your room, your former room, you collected your limited number of possessions and roughly shoved them into your suitcase and duffel bag. Stripping out of your serving dress for most likely the last time you would ever wear such a garment, for you were surely leaving without a reference, you pulled on a wool dress and coat before taking your things down the servants’ stairs to the kitchen. Ignoring Mrs. Brigham’s call from the kitchen you dashed out to the garage to fetch your bicycle, strapping your luggage to the back fender and taking off down the side drive as fast as your legs could peddle.
Eventually you had to slow down, legs aching, lungs burning, allowing yourself to glide along the asphalt of the road into Swindon as you finally permitted the tears that had been brimming at your waterline to slide down your cheeks. In truth you should be more upset about the loss of your job, especially as the main breadwinner in your family, but it would be easy enough to get a job at the Railway Works. It most likely would pay better and have shorter hours too – your father had just never approved of you becoming a ‘canary girl’ with skin and hair tinged yellow from hours of pouring TNT into shells for use by the military. Well, he’d have to get over that now, if he wanted to keep the flat and have food in his belly.
No, the far more distressing thing in all this was the fact that you’d allowed yourself to develop such deep-seated feelings for a married man. It was honestly no surprise that Miss…just Isobel now…had carried on with him despite that knowledge, but that was a line you would have never allowed yourself to cross knowingly. You let out a wry, watery laugh. What a pathetic line to draw amidst lying, impersonation, and god knows what other sins you had surely committed. Your bicycle wobbled to a stop as it ran out of momentum, and you slowly began to pedal once more to keep progressing towards town. The heavy load would certainly double the usual time it took to get there.
The sound of vehicle approaching from behind had you carefully steering toward the shoulder, giving them as much room to pass as possible. As the American military jeep drove slowly past, you held your breath, heart plummeting to your stomach as it too pulled off onto the shoulder, stopping a few feet in front of you. Captain Nixon jumped from the left side and began striding back towards you with a very determined look upon his face. Of course, Isobel had told him everything, she had made it clear she would, you had been naïve to hope to avoid this moment. Dismounting carefully, you turned your head to quickly wipe at your face, wincing at the tenderness in your cheek born of Isobel’s palm, before turning back to find him standing directly in front of you.
“So, it was you.” His voice was quiet, quieter than you’d ever heard him speak, lacking his usual playfulness.
“Yes.” Your voice refused to come out in anything above a whisper, so you nodded to be sure he understood your answer, gripping the handlebars so tightly the cut on your palm ached in protest.
“Was it some kind of joke, then?” He scoffed, crossing his arms defensively and your eyes widened in horror at the idea of doing something so cruel.
Captain Nixon’s eyes flicked your throbbing cheek, and you wondered if it had started to swell. “No.” You replied with a firm shake of the head.
 “Did…did you mean a word of it?” His voice was laced with a dangerously tempting hint of tenderness and you felt your lower lip tremble precariously.
Of course you had, every word of it in fact, but there was no way you could admit to such things now that you knew the full truth. Clearing your throat painfully you took a deep breath to steel your nerves.
“I see you’re not wearing your wedding ring, Captain. Were you afraid you’d lose it?” You replied to his question with one of your own, feeling every bit of pain that unfurled across his impeccable features as though it were your own.
Gritting your teeth against it, lest you give in to your weaker impulses, you steered your bicycle around him and continued on your way to town. Captain Nixon did not stop you. Did not say a word.
Regret would stalk you for weeks, your harsh, high-handed words replaying cruelly in your mind any time you read or heard about the surprise German offensive through the Ardennes.
Your hasty packing job had inevitably resulted in failure and Helen kindly took it upon herself to deliver the last few items you had missed on her day off. Word of your transgression had spread like wildfire through Lydiard House, and while she did not seem to approve of what you had done, she did have sympathy for Captain Nixon who had apparently ‘departed immediately for France’ after leaving that morning. It could not have been a full week before the Germans pushed through into Belgium and his Regiment was deployed in desperate defence.
The Battle of the Bulge was discussed endlessly at your easily acquired job at the Swindon Railway Works factory where you were immediately put on the assembly line filling shells with TNT and gingerly tapping detonators into their caps. Tap too hard and a girl could lose her limbs – it was something everyone on the floor had witnessed at least once, you were told. The exacting work was fairly sufficient to keep your mind off the fact that you had sent a man to his possible death with nothing but harsh admonishment.
If he had found you not fifteen minutes later, you may have been able to bite your tongue, to answer him truthfully. Surely, he had deserved it after the dishonesty you had perpetuated, but your pride and cheek were smarting awfully from your ill treatment at Isobel’s hand, and you had taken it out on him. For all your judgment of her as a twenty-five-year-old spoiled child, you had behaved no better when it truly mattered. You had not been very forthcoming with the details upon arriving home to your father, freshly unemployed, but he had tolerated your silence and poorly hidden tears as you made up your old twin bed in the corner of the sitting room.
You were also able to save a little money, no longer needing the neighbourhood girl to come by the flat to clean once a week as you were able to manage that outside your hours at the factory. In fact, you found yourself with too much free time, and a dramatic increase in wages, deciding to visit a used bookshop to pick up a novel to read just after New Year’s. The display in the shop window with a relatively new World Atlas caught your attention and you found yourself leaving with it as well as a well-worn copy of War and Peace so that you might finally finish it.
As your father turned on the BBC news broadcast on the wireless that evening, the pair of you sitting side-by-side on the worn sofa, you cracked open your Atlas to follow along with the locations named on the pages within. The mention of the 101st Airborne or the ‘Battered Bastards of Bastogne’ as they were now affectionately known, made you inhale sharply. You squinted at the small village on the page, a spider’s web of roads all converging on that singular dot, truly illustrating its strategic importance.
“I really don’t understand what happened up at the House, sweet pea, and you never have to tell me. But whoever that American Lieutenant is, you really ought to let him know how much you care for him.”
You looked to your father slowly, pressing your lips together before exhaling through your nose “He’s a Captain now.” You murmured softly.
“Whatever his rank, my girl, whatever transpired, tell him.” He eyed you firmly.
“But–”
He held up his hand, silencing you. “I won’t terrify you with the things I’ve seen or endured. But I swear to you there is nothing more important when the world is so intent on tearing itself apart.”
“Oh Daddy…” You sighed tearfully and he pulled you into his shoulder as you wiped at your eyes quickly. “…what if it’s too late?”
“Oh, sweet pea.” He squeezed you tightly into his side. “It might be, but at least you’ll have tried and that’s all any of us can really do.”
You nodded weepily, quieting down as Churchill came on to give an inspiring address before you stood to clean up for the night, seeing your father to bed before turning in yourself. As you lay in your bed in the corner of the room, staring at the water-stained ceiling, you turned your father’s words over and over in your mind, not getting a whole lot of rest. On your way home from work the next day, you stopped by the local store to pick up some nice paper and a new pen. With all the writing you had undertaken last year to both Captain Nixon and your brother, your stores were running low, and a fresh start felt appropriate for the task you were about to attempt.
As you father settled in to listen to the news that night, you took a seat at the small table in the kitchen, staring at the crisp, white sheets, gnawing on your lip thoughtfully.
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You signed your name before tapping your pen against the tabletop thoughtfully and quickly added a postscript before you could convince yourself not to do it.
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Folding it up carefully you looked up startled to see your father leaning in the doorway with a fond smile on his face. “Well done, sweet pea.”
“Thanks, Daddy.” You sighed softly, sealing the letter into the envelope before seeing him to bed.
Posting it on your way to work the next day, you tried to put it out of your mind. You had done your best, just as your father had encouraged, and now it was in the hands of the Royal Mail. As the weeks ticked by, you undeniably deflated a little more each time you checked the mail and found no response. Your resources to check on his welfare were limited, but according to what you had access to, Captain Nixon’s name was not on any of the grim lists of wounded, dead, or missing. Which most likely meant he was not replying to you by choice. It was no less than you deserved.
It was not until the beginning of March, the soft caress of spring chasing away winter’s chill, when you came home to find an odd grin on your father’s face. He could hardly sit still in his favourite chair, watching you intently as you reached for the pile of post on the end table. You eyed him a moment until he glanced at the letters in your hand, and you looked down to the immediately recognizable cursive, heart skittering and skipping a few beats as you traced the letters of your name written in Captain Lewis’s hand for the first time. Definitely alive.
“Think I’ll go down to the pub tonight.” Your father was halfway out the door before you looked up and you sighed deeply in response.
“Thank you, Daddy. Be home for dinner in an hour, alright?”
“An hour and a half.” He winked before making his way out.
Shucking off your jacket, you hung it on its peg near the door before sinking onto the worn sofa and used a butter knife to carefully open the envelope.
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Laying the pages down onto the worn tabletop you cupped your cheeks, aching from the broad grin that had taken up residence there as you read Captain Nixon’s letter. It was quite honestly more than you could have hoped for in a reply. More than you felt you were worthy of. Like a reward for bad behaviour, but one that you had spent the past month and a half trying to deny you craved to the very marrow of your bones.
It took a lot of restraint not to pull out a sheet of paper and begin a reply immediately, but the insistent growl of your stomach reminded you that neither you nor your father had eaten dinner yet. But after. After you were both fed, you were most certainly going to stay up far too late answering his question.
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dyns33 · 3 years ago
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Moment of doubt
My first (and maybe only) ‘long’ Matt Murdock story 
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    It was almost time to eat, as her stomach told her with a soft growl, so Y/N decided to quickly get the urgent documents to her boss before grabbing her things and going buy a sandwich.
Focused on the choice of trim she hoped to have at the shop, she didn't really pay attention to the people she passed in the hallway, her gaze fixed on the floor. Until she quickly noticed something white, with a hint of red. A cane. Y/N knew this cane.
           "Matt ?" she wondered, looking up at her boyfriend, who was standing by the exit door. He smiled when he heard her voice.
           "Hello my dear."
           "What are you doing here ?"
           "Do I need a reason to want to see you ?"
           "Haha, see me ? You're always so funny darling." she sneered, kissing him on the cheek.
           "I... aren't you happy that I'm here ?"
Even though he continued to smile, Y/N could see that Matt was nervous, a little embarrassed. Scared even. Him, the man who had no fear. It was not normal. As it was not normal that he was there.
For him to come and surprise her at work without warning, probably to have lunch with her, it was lovely really, but with all the work he had, in addition to his nightly activities, the blind lawyer didn't really have time to be that romantic.
Matt still did whatever he could to make her happy whenever they were together, or when there was a special occasion, like a birthday. Today there was no birthday, she was sure of it.
           "Of course I'm glad you're here, but... is there a problem ?" she asked in a whisper, so no one could hear them. "Are you in trouble ? Are you sick ? Dying ? You have... the police ? Are you going to be arrested ?!"
           "Y/N, no, calm down, I really wanted to come visit you."
           "Matt, we both know that even though you're a lovely, caring man, you don't do these kinds of things when you have work to do, so explain."
           "I... We could go out to lunch ? Unless you have something planned. With colleagues maybe. New colleagues ?"
           "New... Paul ? Are you talking about Paul ?"
           "I don't know. Who is Paul ?" he asked with that innocent look that meant he knew very well who Paul was.
He was the new employee, he had been there for two weeks. Y/N found him sympathetic, but nothing more. She hadn't thought of telling Matt about him, it had seemed insignificant to her. Maybe he had smelled a new perfume, with his supernatural senses, and he had panicked.
Or it was Foggy. Yes, it must have been Foggy, who loved to know everything, who often came to say hello when he had time, and who chatted with her colleagues, especially the women.
She imagined the scene perfectly. Oh, Matt, you know about Y/N's colleague ? Well yes, the new one, Paul, a great guy, good-looking, funny, smart. Didn't your girlfriend tell you about him ? Weird. You finally have competition, it seems. It was Foggy's style, to tease his friend for fun. It was not always funny.
           "There is nothing between Paul and me." she said calmly, knowing that he could hear she wasn't lying.
           "I never thought of such a thing. You would never do that."
           "So why Matt ?"
           "That's… Foggy said he was nice." he mumbled.
           "I imagine he is, but you..."
           "He can see you. Admire you. Tell you how beautiful you are."
           "Matt..."
           "He doesn't go out at night, letting you imagine the worst, first that he may be cheating on you, then may be dying in a dark alley, wearing a ridiculous costume."
           "I never thought you were cheating on me, even if your apologies weren't very convincing. And that's no reason to believe that I'm going to leave you for a guy I barely know, just because he's nice and with functional eyes."
           "What I mean is you can do better than me, and you'll understand it one day, comparing me with Paul, or someone else, and you're going to leave because I'm not enough and..."
Despite his reflexes, he let her put her hand over his mouth to silence him, simply grabbing her handle to stroke it tenderly, nervously, as if he was afraid of what might happen if he let her go, but also if he tried to hold her back.
Y/N sighed, considering what she could say or do to calm him down. It wasn't often that Matt had an existential crisis, but it wasn't the first time.
From the start of their relationship, she had felt that he often doubted himself. That he couldn't believe someone, anyone, could love him. He had been afraid that she would find out he was Daredevil, not knowing how she was going to react, then he had been afraid that she was in danger because of him. But each time, with great gentleness and patience, Y/N had stayed close to him.
There was a little voice in Matthew Murdock's head, maybe his father's, or Stick's, telling him that he wasn't up to the job, that he didn't deserve to be happy, to have friends, a lover, a normal life, that he had no right to, and that he should only concentrate on his mission.
It was wrong and unfair.
Part of Matt knew that. That was why he had come to see her instead of running away, hoping that she would tell him he was wrong. To silence those damn voices.
           "You could have kissed me." he tried to joke you when she moved her hand to stroke his cheek.
           "After you've said all this nonsense ? No."
           "Sorry."
           "I know." she sighed again, continuing to massage his neck. "Do you want me to introduce you to Paul ? You'll see if he's as nice as you think he is."
           "Not necessary."
           "And you will also see that you are his type. He will probably think you are awesome, and ask me where I met you, and if you have a brother that I could introduce to him."
           "Haha." He laughed, and it was a real laugh, which made Y/N happy. "He wouldn't find me so great if he really knew me."
           "Well, I know you, really, and I think you're awesome."
For a moment, Matt said nothing. He still had his little smile, and he was staring at her without being able to see her. To anyone he could have seemed to be thinking, but Y/N knew, he was listening to her heart, he searched for lies, pity, hesitation, but he couldn't find any, and he didn't know how to react.
Then he bit his lip, before touching his glasses as if to verify that they were there.
           "Matty, you're crying ?"
           "No." he answered quickly, too quickly, with a trembling voice.
           "I would love to have lunch with you, if you have the time. I know you have a lot of important cases at the moment."
           "I asked Foggy to take care of it, I had an even bigger case here."
           "You are cute. It should be illegal to be so cute."
           "Objection, I'm not cute, I'm charming."
           "Rejected. Semantics."
           "Semantics are very important, words..."
           "Matt. Kiss me."
           "Yes."
She had moved closer so that their faces were as close as possible, giving Matt the opportunity to kiss her without having to desperately search for her.
They couldn't enjoy it for long anyway, her colleagues starting to find the romantic 'argument' in the middle of the hallway a little too annoying, not hearing any screams and seeing it ended well. They asked them to go get a room, which made Y/N and Matt laugh.
           "Italian or Vietnamese ?"
           "As you want Matty."
As they walked out, holding hands, they passed Paul, who stared at them before smiling, making a complicated wink the lawyer couldn't see, even though he sensed someone fidgeting near them, making weird gestures.
           "... What did he want ?"
           "He was making me understand that I was damn lucky, because 'wow sexy dude in a suit, good job', if he could get your number, or the number of a friend of yours."
           "I can introduce him to Foggy."
           "They already know each other, remember ? Paul thinks he's funny, but a little too… Foggy."
           "I see what he means."
           "No, you can't see. But that's okay. You're mine."
Y/N didn't have to turn to know Matt was smiling, a real smile, squeezing her hand a little more like he never wanted to let go. She had nothing against it.
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kapkanlover · 3 years ago
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Spetsnaz headcanons (hcs).
The first thing I would like to say is that I work with a translator, so don't discourage me if there are mistakes in sentences. Feel free to point out any mistakes and typos to me as well, I'd be happy to!
It did come out a bit longer than planned... But still.
Enjoy your reading!
(Requests are open, but I write when I'm in the mood (rarely)).
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Fuze | Shuhrat Kessikbayev
-This man though he seems taciturn and unsociable, but that's not quite true. Shuhrat is indeed stingy with words, but not with Timur. With him he becomes much more active, though only Tachankin and Kapkan have seen it. According to the men, it's even worse than when Blitz tries to make jokes (all Blitz fans, sorry, I really like him, it's just our Russian boys have a peculiar humor according to my headcanons :D). Yes, these "encounters" between Timur and Shuhrat are rare, but always so timely.
p.s: even during such clowning, Fuze still tells me nothing about himself.
- Shuhrat is a good cook and likes to do it from time to time, making every effort to make it tasty. Usually cooks according to recipes. It comes out worse without them. He was taught to cook Russian dishes from his childhood, and from his teenage years his knowledge was supplemented by Uzbek national recipes, which he quickly picked up.
- Fuze loves cats with all his soul and sometimes throws tiktoks/videos of cute and funny kittens to music to his coworkers. Try to change my mind.
- Shuhrat is the kind of person who would bother with gifts if you are close. More often than not, he would bring homemade items along with your favorite meal.
- He made his own mask based on a "Shark Raw" motorcycle helmet. Not cheap, but stylish. And he knows a lot about style, believe me...
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Glaz | Timur Glazkov
- He has HUNDREDS of sketches of absolutely everything that comes into his field of vision. He does not need permission to sketch it, but if you ask not to draw you, he just grinned saying "yes, of course" and draws you, but in secret. Will he show it to you? HAHA, no.
- He likes bird's milk candy. Well, no... He LOVES them. If you buy him some, he'll carry you in his arms after this for a long time.
- When Timur is alone, he yells at objects he accidentally hits. He is very erratic and unpredictable, but that often bailed him out when he was young (still does to this day tho).
- Timur experiments in making desserts and different sweets, from his great love of sweets, of course. He knows how to make "bird's milk," by the way.
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Tachanka | Alexsandr Senaviev
- The local Russian father, or, for someone, "daddy".
He knows his "status" and actively supports it, because for him it is fun and sweet, given the fact that he is actually the father of two children. He is flattered by this.
- Despite the fact that at first glance Sasha is a mountain of muscles with no brains, in fact it is not so. This man is kind and reasonable, always ready to listen and try to support and understand. His support is peculiar, it is, but know that if Tachankin tries to find a solution to your problem, if he swears and turns to aggression, says things directly - he cares. He is peculiar, but caring nonetheless, and it is felt.
- This man has a clear problem with aggression. If he's angry, you'll fucking know it. He's 99.9% likely to break something, and that's a good thing if it's not human bones.
- Continuing with the aggression thing. When he's mad, he goes to his trainings and gets as far away from people as possible, because he knows that he could hurt somebody intentionally. Yes, during special operations and critical situations he is calm and collected, just like everyone else, but in everyday life his aggression causes difficulties. It is much rarer now than when he was younger, which can't help but make him happy.
- He walks VERY fast. This "habit" appeared in him after the training in Moscow and missions, which required a high speed in spite of the equipment. If you're short, you'll probably have to run to keep up with him.
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Kapkan | Maxim Basuda
- In addition to the thick borsh his mother used to make, Maxim loves meat. He eats and know how to cook all kinds of meat. He is a good cook. Yes, cooking is not what he would like to do, but one cannot deny the fact that he is a connoisseur of good grilling. He is usually put in charge of kebabs, which infuriates Maxim enormously (though he is not against it), but what can he do...
- Kapkan strongly suppresses emotions. He does not allow himself to smile or shout at someone, which eventually leads to violent breakdowns, during which he broke through the walls of his old apartment a couple of times.
- Bitter chocolate is also one of the man's predilections. As a child he hated it, but as he got older something went wrong and now it's his favorite sweet. He and Glaz fight for the title of "best candy." It's definitely not because he's a tough, grown-up Russian man. Lol.
- Paying tribute to @/LevaSoj and @/kikipeachywitch. Kapkan has a cat that he loves with all his soul. She lives with Max's parents in Kovrov, but he tries to visit her as often as possible. Most likely, his cat likes to get under his sweatshirts and other things when he is lying, sitting, or doing something. Fuze asks him to send pictures of the "baby kitten" when Max comes to he's parents home.
- Max is adored by animals, and he reciprocates them. He knows how to treat them, which he obviously helps in "understanding" each other.
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Finka | Valeria (Lera) Melnikova
- She is always stressed lately, does not allow herself to rest. Working very hard. Things are so fucked up that Maxim and Sasha have started to notice it, at least because of the girl's requests to train with her more and her refusal of her favorite booze in favor of her health.
- Finka was good at hand-to-hand and knife fighting. She had someone to learn from, that's for sure. Whenever possible, she and Kapkan organize training sessions to practice new techniques that Max or Lera came up with.
- Lera is often on the clock in the lab so much that she falls asleep from exhaustion at her desk, right on the papers. Usually she is caught in this state by Doc, or by her friends, sending the girl to her room to rest.
- Finka really likes the desserts that Glaz makes! She is the first in line to try his new cooking experiments.
- On weekend evenings, if you don't find her on the training ground with Alexander, Maxim, or any of her coworkers, she's probably sitting in her room watching Russian melodramas that Fuze advised her to watch. And other movies, too.
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Thank you so much for reading! It was hard for me to write headcanons on Finca since I don't know much about her, but it's a fun experience.
Have a great day!!! :D
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ayamturd · 4 years ago
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bisexual│mcyt hc
warnings: small mentions of hate, fluff
prompt: (requested 1 & 2) “Hello uh I saw one of your posts about the dream smp reacting to you coming out so I was wondering if you haven't already done it can you do dream smp reacting to you coming out as bisexual?” 
“Hello yamturd so I was wondering if maybe you could do tubbo, Tommy and Ranboo reacting to reader coming out as bisexual or lesbian if you haven't already done it :)” 
pairings: irl platonic! dream, ranboo, tommy and tubbo ; c!technoblade
a/n: if i offend or misinterpret anything in this hc, please feel free to message and correct me otherwise. i will always try to correct or delete this post if asked so <33
sending my love to all those who identify as bisexual <33
wc: (1.5k) - m.list
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dream - 
considering his prideful personality sometimes, you probably wanted to play with his ego and drop subtle hints
not anything too obvious, but enough to make him kick himself when he realizes
though it was admittedly difficult since he plays into the dnf ship so much that he thinks you’re also joking more than half the time 
imagine you two were in a voice call one evening and randomly discussing the recent fanon and what would be funny to turn into canon (to mess with the fandom)
you’ve been recently shipped with two other content creators, both of opposing female and male gender, separately and together
“Honestly, I wouldn’t mind hitting that.” “Which one?” “Both.”
He’d laugh, but you didn’t.
“Wait, you’re serious? You actually identify as…?” “Bisexual. Yeah, I’m pretty sure anyway.” “Y/n, that’s amazing.”
takes pride in the fact that you trust him, but would feign being upset that you messed with him for as long as you did
be jokingly offended if he found out someone knew before him
“Wait…” “Yes?” “You told Bad??” “Yeah, he was one of the first.” “W— Why??”
It was your turn to laugh while he gawked in disbelief.
“It’s Bad! Of course I told him.” “… Fair enough.”
hate is a given, and he’ll always be there to support and defend you
he’ll always ask your permission before taking any action, however, because he respects you too much and knows you can fight your own battles
dream is someone will show relentless support, whether that be through words or moral support, he’ll always be there for you 
c!technoblade - 
i honestly feel like you never officially came out to techno
as you began to recognize yourself as bisexual, you slowly expressed yourself around him more openly to the point where he unconsciously knew
it’d probably would have hit him in the most random moment after months of assuming he knew
imagine you’re in the midst of battle when techno paused entirely with wide eyes 
“Y/n!” “What!?” “Are you gay??”
you would tease him when discussing your love life in one-sided conversations with him; him basically choosing to ignore you when you talk to him
“Honestly, Techno, how could you not want to hit that?” “Please, just stop.”
(i’ve written this before but will stand by this that) he truly doesn’t care for your sexuality
you’re a friend, someone he trusts and relies on, he doesn’t need to consider who you’re attracted to since he sees you for your skills and friendship
the only, and only time he is mindful of your sexuality depends on others unnecessary comments about it
the smp is a known judgement free land, but there will always be someone with ignorant opinions that he is always quick to shut down (or kill)
nothing much can be said besides the fact that you’ll always be y/n to him: a loyal friend and someone he would fight the world for
ranboo - 
oh sweet ranboo, dear ranboo
considering how openly supportive and kind he naturally is, you didn’t question the idea of telling him
i’d like to imagine that unlike most where you planned or waited to tell, the moment you knew, he would know soon after
imagine you called him before he began his lore stream to hype him up
you both were talking about more mundane things to calm his nerves as people joined when you brought it up
“Oh actually, before you start, I wanted to tell you something.” “Sure, what is it?” “Well, I— I’m Bisexual.” “…You’re tELLING ME THIS WHEN I’M ABOUT TO START MY STREAM??” “Y/n! I’m so happy for you, that’s amazing!”
he’s incredibly patient concerning how you wanted others to know or when you were ready to be completely out
similar to c!techno with the same beliefs you’re still y/n, and nothing has changed besides you coming out as yourself
he’s your go to when days are rough, because he knows how to help you understand you’re still loved as the same y/n and nothing less
“Hey, hey, listen to me. I love you, y/n. We all do, and you’ll never be alone when things get rough, alright?” (love /p)
knows how to silently deal with hate in his chat unless it becomes evident enough to address it (doesn’t want to bring attention to meaningless words until it becomes serious)
ranboo’s your rock and makes show that he’ll never believe anything other than that you deserve love
tommyinnit - 
as someone who took pride in defending the LGBTQ+ community, you had no hesitation when coming out to tommy
if any, your reluctance would come from accepting yourself to the point to be open with other people
it’s not as if he didn’t accept you, he could never imagine doing so in the slightest, but he probably wouldn’t know what to say initially
imagine you both were in the midst of playing bedwars together in a recording for a video
he had been busy gathering emeralds while you remained at the base, and the comforting silence gave you the confidence to blindly address it
“Hey Tommy?” “What, y/n? I’m in the middle of something right now.” “Oh, um, I’m pretty sure I’m bisexual.” “…” “…Tommy?” “…” “T— Tommy?”
it’d be dead quiet for a few seconds before you heard the noise of him rustling in realization
“Wait wait wait, you’re serious? You’re bisexual?” “Haha yeah, yeah, I am.” “WHA—!”
he was happy for you, to say the least
tommy loves to joke, and one he loved to make would be your attraction to both genders
you like women? pog!
you like men? a shame, honestly
if you were publicly out, his favorite bit would be to include you in his obnoxious swooning
imagine he was streaming while talking about his love for women
“Boys, honestly, the ladies just can’t resist me.”
The ding of discord notified you entering the call, the sound of your laughter immediately coming through.
“I agree, Tommy, I definitely agree.” “Y/n! You are attracted to women, and I am also attracted to women. You can agree women are amazing, yes?” “I can, Tommy. Women are indeed amazing.” “Good lad!” “Tommy, you do realize I’m not only attracted to w—” “Shush, we don’t speak of that.”
he showed his support by normalizing your sexuality, his acceptance quick and easily integrated into your lives
(this is getting long but—) tommy was well aware he lacked some knowledge when being in the LGBTQ+ community, but openly voiced his ignorance as a sign of awareness itself
he was always quick to correct either himself or others, he refused to accept slander of any type in his streams
would probably try to keep it light heartedly, but scold nonetheless
tommy was your figurative cheerleader, always there to include and uplift you, whether that be through the smallest gestures or loudest cheers
tubbo - 
poor tubbo
since he wasn’t the most careful with secrets, you probably withheld telling him till you were ready for most to know
this isn’t to deter anything of not trusting him, he’s still supportive and loving tubbo that wouldn’t dare do anything purposeful against you
if anything, you might have forgotten that he didn’t know when you were casually taking about it within a group
imagine you and Ranboo were trying to get him to sleep one early morning but gave up
you started talking about personal stuff and the topic of your love life came up, specifically the attraction to someone of the same gender
“I don’t know, Ranboo, I mean, I think I like them but at the same time I’m not sure.” “That’s fai—” “Wait, y/n. You’re gay??” “Bisexual, actually.” “WaAA—”
his very sleep deprived state was extremely happy and emotional for you
he’s like the little duckling with a knife, like he loves you completely but will try to hurt anyone that offends you
like tommy, he has no personal knowledge when being in the LGBTQ+ community but will solely learn for your sake
whether you’re younger or not, tubbo never fails to remind you that he looks up to you
he gives his all and won’t hesitate to provide in any way he can if needed
“You matter,” he’ll always say, “you’re important and no one else’s opinion matter.”
is proud to be your friend and expresses his platonic love in full, for you’re you and are so brave to be yourself despite all
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choosing not to tag my usual taglist just cause its a headcanon with a specific request <33 (huge ty to @basilly​ and @inniterhq​ though for the advice/motivation to finish this)
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violetrainbow412-blog · 3 years ago
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Dude socks was so domestic and cute and comforting I might cry!! Can I request a sirius black imagine where the reader is like a confident and fun/sarcastic person that is friends with the marauders and has a playful flirty relationship with sirius. They both like each other but the reader is kind of scared of commitment so they always take a step back whenever sirius takes a step forward and sirius finally corners them about it and finds out its readers insecurities and all ends well? Thanks!
She's not afraid [S.B]
Sirius Black x Reader
Word counts: 4.8k
A/N: This was a very entertaining request and it took a while because every day I feel like I'm going to pass out from nausea haha. But writing is super relaxing for me.
I was hoping it would be shorter and now I feel like something was missing, but I hope you like it. Especially you, nonny!
And thanks for your nice comment, I'm glad you liked "socks"
(The title refers to the song of one direction because it reminded me a lot of its lyrics)
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"If you had to choose between a chocolate-flavored shit and a shit-flavored chocolate, what would you choose?" he murmured, his voice echoing through the room.
You and your friends were in the common room in the so-called “study group” that Remus had insisted on creating for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class and ended up with topics from the other subjects. It was true that everyone fulfilled the boy's whims, because none had the heart to say no to something (which he often took advantage of) and now every afternoon you met to read some documents, comment on your doubts and practice spells and even potions.
But if anyone couldn't take things seriously, he was Sirius.
The only thing that kept it there was his love for Moony and also the opportunity to watch you study for a full hour. Or watch you do anything, to be honest.
Everyone frowned at Sirius' question, not understanding the nature of it. James, who was the only one who could listen to him, was busy analyzing a herbology book in detail. And by analyzing I mean sleeping on top of it.
“The chocolate-flavored shit, of course. What good would it do you to have chocolate if it tastes awful?" you answered seriously. Suddenly all eyes in the room were on you and most of them seemed half disgusted half confused. "What? Sirius asked" you said shrugging your shoulders and pointing at him with an open palm. The young man grinned widely and you returned the same smile, both of you holding back the urge to laugh.
"I can always trust you, pretty," he said happily. "And now that I think about it, you're very far from me, don't you think? Let me get closer” he murmured determinedly, getting up from his seat with a book in hand and all the intention of placing himself in the same armchair as you. But halfway there an arm stopped him abruptly.
"Go back to your seat," Remus demanded, not looking away from his book. Sirius complained.
"Why?" he said indignantly. You turned your gaze to the notes you were analyzing, but the smile on your mouth didn't fade and Sirius noticed.
“Because having the two of you together is having a time bomb. Go back to your seat,” he murmured just as seriously. Sirius watched him and in the middle of his tantrum he wrinkled his whole face trying to imitate Remus "I can see you Sirius"
"Since you've been a prefect, you have become unbearable," he muttered.
"What did you say?"
"Nothing," he replied like a little boy, dropping on the couch and taking the book from him again in the middle of a snort. You watched him with amusement and he stared back at you, so you mouthed ‘Better luck next time as he looked back at his notes. You felt Sirius's gaze, it was not something easy to ignore, but you tried not to stop yourself from the spirit from passing all the subjects that had suddenly invaded you.
When you couldn't take it anymore you looked up and again mouthed ‘What?’ Trying not to get caught by Remus. Sirius sneakily pointed to a scroll and his quill and you knew what it was all about.
Turns out that Sirius was extremely smart when he put his mind to it and he himself had enchanted a couple of scrolls that only you and he knew about. When you wrote in one, it was reflected in the other and when you finished whatever you were writing this was erased. At first you had not believed him because doing that involved very advanced magic and Sirius was not the archetype of an exemplary student to do that. But once you tried them you realized that you had indeed underestimated the boy and the curiosity to know the most intelligent and creative part of him invaded you. I mean, he was when it came to the pranks but you never imagined a Sirius smart underneath the idler you knew.
Y/N, can I ask you a very personal question? he wrote it. You tried not to sound too concerned and replied:
You can do it, but I can decide not to answer it. It turned out that Sirius was really weird lately and you were worried about what he might say, but usually it was pure nonsense.
The scroll went blank and you waited a few seconds for Sirius's pretty handwriting to appear. You tried not to look at him too much because you knew beforehand that he would get a scolding from Mr. Lupin.
Are you a dementor? he wrote.
You frowned at the words, searching for some logical explanation for his absurd question. Obviously you weren't. Sirius, seeing your confused face, supported a giggle and wrote again.
Because you take my breath away.
You read the words, going over one by one, and couldn't bear the urge to look at Sirius over your glasses with that annoyed look that you liked to fake so he wouldn't notice that you actually liked his scoundrel flirtations.
That was horrible, Sirius.
I made you blush so I don't think it was that bad.
Of course I didn't do that.
Of course you did. He wrote. And you didn't want to look at him because you knew you would just agree with him and blush even more. You look beautiful when you do that, he added. You bit your lip and looked at the parchment for a few seconds just before writing on it.
Stop saying such things to me, Sirius.
What do you say? What do I continue to say to you my best compliments and flattering your qualities? Perfect.
You stifled a laugh and shook it softly, keeping that smile that Sirius loved to observe.
You considered him a wonderful, handsome and kind boy, who was always looking for a way to make you laugh. The spark between you was something that everyone could perceive, including yourself.
I need to study, Sirius. Goodbye. You wrote and that ended your little talk.
For the rest of the hour all your attention was focused on the topics you were studying: Aconite (also known as monkshood or wolfsbane) a mundane plant with magical properties. The name had seemed funny to you and Remus had assured that it had nothing to do with werewolves.
Herbology was a very simple class for you, especially with the help that sometimes the best student in the class gave you: Frank Longbottom.
"Well, the hour is up, do you want to discuss any of the issues or...?" he was interrupted by Sirius abruptly closing the book and who with a wave of his wand put away all his notes "Everyone except Sirius, would you like to discuss something?" he asked, rolling his eyes at the brunette's innocent smile.
You all denied and Lupin ended the meeting. Everyone scattered in different directions, including James who seemed to have magically awakened as soon as the hour was up, but you stayed in the sitting room with your feet tucked up on the red velvet chair.
"What happens?" Sirius asked from behind, not noticing your presence. He jumped onto the couch and flopped into it.
"Nothing, do I need to go where everyone goes all the time?" you asked raising an eyebrow. The boy smiled and shook his head as he leaned on one of his hands, closing the distance between you. "Weren't you the one who was dying to get out of here?"
"Correction: I wanted the session to end, at no time did I speak about the company" he replied and you smiled "Speaking of which, I was thinking..."
"You think?"
“When I want to do it, yes,” he said amused “But let me talk and then you make fun of me. I was thinking that this weekend we are going to Hogsmeade and I was wondering if you wanted to go somewhere "
"Sure!" You answered animatedly and his eyes lit up "Will the others go too?" You continued, but the boy was suddenly disappointed.
"Hmm, I was thinking of something... different."
"Different?"
“Yeah, something like… you know, you and me. Alone”
And with that, you were paralyzed in your place.
You'd been alone with him countless times, just like that time, but it was one thing to chat in his common room or in class and quite another to ask you out at Hogsmeade.
"Oh, sure. Something like… a walk or shopping for chocolate frogs at Honeydukes, right?" you said quickly, trying not to show your nerves.
"Hmm, I could think of something else like Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop," he said with a smile. You gulped and watched him with concern. That place was usually full of cheesy couples. "Even though I have all those pink things, I could take them if I'm with you..."
"No," you said abruptly. Sirius was silent and you watched his smile diminish considerably. “I mean, no… I don't wish we were alone. We are always accompanied by the group, why not do it now?” you asked with an awkward smile. The boy was close to you and apparently he did not expect that answer, as his face reflected it quite well. But you were too busy with nerves eating your stomach to notice.
"Uh... yeah, I guess I'll tell them then" he exclaimed softly.
"Yes! It will be more fun and we can go for butterbeer if you want. And I could buy you those sweets that you like, what do you say? " you asked trying to sound a little more animated. Sirius was good at pretending and his disappointed look on his was replaced by a smile in an instant.
"Yes, that would be fine" he replied. His hand traveled to your cheek and he ran over it gently, resting at the base of your jaw for a moment. His hands were callused and very large compared to yours "Then we will go with everyone, as always" he sighed. His hand went up a bit and you felt him tug at your earlobe.
"Hey!" you screamed trying to reach for her head to hit her. Sirius dodged it quite skillfully and it made you laugh.
"I think I'll go to my room. See you tomorrow?" he murmured with a tight-lipped smile as he rose from the couch.
"Sure, see you tomorrow" you replied in the same way, watching him walk towards the exit. You released your contained breath and let your head fall against the back of the chair, processing what had just happened.
You were very sure of what Sirius had tried to do and you didn’t understand the reason for your reaction. I mean, you had completely paralyzed shortly after blatantly flirting with the boy. You had had many dates in your life, why would this be any different?
You looked down the hall where Sirius had gone and remembered his disappointed fase. Should you go look for him?
No, maybe it was best to just let it go and gradually he would forget about it. Yes, that would be the best.
You looked at the seat where he had previously been and you also touched your cheek, hoping you could relive the touch that he had given you. For a few seconds you felt guilty that you responded so rudely to his request, but then you simply shook your head to drive those thoughts away.
"I should be sleeping" you thought aloud. You weren't even sleepy and it wasn't even too late, but you imagined it would be easier to lie down on the bed and not think about it anymore.
You took your things in silence and climbed the stone stairs, leaving behind that memory that you hoped would soon be forgotten.
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It had been a few days since that incident and luckily things hadn't changed at all between you and Sirius. He really seemed to have forgotten what happened, so the weekend trip to Hogsmeade unfolded in the most normal way in the world.
Sirius was still flirtatious as ever, teasing you and taking every opportunity to be close to you. You liked his company, he made you feel quite calm and you always had something to talk about. If it wasn't this, it was that, and when you weren't talking you were laughing.
"How could you not fall asleep in Slughorn's class?" James asked. His head hung from the ledge where he was lying and played with his glasses. "The only thing that could distract me was Snivellus's voice."
"Don't call him that," Lily said in a stern voice and you snorted.
“Why do you defend him so much? " you asked wrinkling your nose. Lily looked at you just as seriously.
"Because he’s my friend and he does not deserve to be mistreated like that"
"Mistreat?" you asked incredulously “Have you heard him mocking us along with his entourage of snooty Slytherins? Who you should take care of should be that Lucius and Regulus" you said rolling your eyes "No offense, Sirius" you added. The boy was leaning against the wall with his tie unbuttoned resting on his shoulders.
"It's not offensive, it's the truth" he murmured amused, shrugging and giving you a smile.
Lily didn't say anything else, but she seemed annoyed and she didn't speak for the rest of the afternoon. Peter and James started arguing about things you weren't really interested in so you decided to focus on the scribbles you were drawing on a worn parchment.
You felt an extra pressure next to you on the couch and it wasn't even necessary to look to know who he was.
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing" you said simply, keeping your eyes on your scroll.
"Can I talk to you?"
"You are doing it" you replied with a smile. Sirius rolled his eyes and took the quill from your hand, forcing you to look at him.
"Can I talk to you alone?" he asked seriously. Oh no, trouble again...
"Why alone, dear?" you said as a joke. Sirius was too close to you and you tried not to get flustered by it "Is there something you need to say to me that others can't hear?" you asked with a tight-lipped smile, the kind you wear when you're uncomfortable with something.
Sirius cleared his throat and scratched the back of his neck unconsciously. You knew he did that when he was nervous.
"Well... to tell the truth something like that" he murmured with a smile. You felt your heart beat faster "Do you think we can go to my room?" he asked.
"To your room?" you said, your voice an octave higher than normal.
"Yeah, you've been there a thousand times," he laughed.
"Eh, is what you have to tell me very urgent?" you asked. You were a bundle of nerves and you really didn't understand what it was.
"Yeah boo, it's important," he said gently. His hand traveled to yours and took your fingers against his. You turned pale because he didn't say urgent but important.
“So, uh, come on. The faster the better, right?" you expressed nervous. You got up from your place and walked to the bedrooms without looking back. You heard an almost deathly silence in the common room and then laughter, but you didn't have time to look when Sirius was already shoving you from the lower back.
The walk to his room was very silent, the first omen that something bad was about to happen. Once you were in his bedroom he let you in first and closed the door behind you, managing to startle you with the simple sound of the latch.
"Why are you closing the door?" you asked nervously, with the volume of your voice considerably louder. Sirius noticed this and quickly removed the latch he had placed on the door.
"I just didn't want to be bothered, that's all," he said with a frown "You're a bit strange, are you sure you don't mind being here with me?"
"No, no, nothing like that" you rushed to reply, waving your hands in an exaggerated way. Sirius found it cute when you did that "You're the one who's suddenly strange, I'm not"
"Yeah, maybe I've been behaving a little weird lately" he smiled, in that way that reminded you of a child "But I promise you it's for good reason, in fact it's what I want to talk to you about" he started to say.
You panicked, total panic screaming at you to get out of there at all costs. The look Sirius gave you, the nervous posture of him and the way he was smiling at you. You knew what that was.
"McGonagall!" You screamed out of nowhere before he could continue
"Excuse me?"
“I forgot that I have a very important meeting with McGonagall, to see the matter of one of my grades. It is essential that I go today and I forgot, can we have this talk later? " you said clasping your hands in a sign of prayer.
Sirius looked, for the second time, disappointed.
"Sure, school is more important," he replied, trying not to sound affected. You grinned widely and walked in the direction of the exit, eager to leave his room.
"Thank you Sirius, you are an angel"
"I know I look like one, but I'm not quite sure I am," he joked, but his smile was not as bright as before. You laughed in response and stood on the balls of his feet to place a kiss on his cheek.
"See you later, I promise," you murmured hastily, leaving without giving him a chance to say anything else.
"Yes... I can wait" Sirius spoke to himself, with a hurt tone. He released his breath and lay down on his respective bed, staring at the ceiling. He felt something strange in his chest, something that wanted him to cry out.
You walked down the hallways, desperate to get away from the questions he might have asked, and when you were outside your common room you didn't stop. On the contrary, you ran and ran through the corridors hoping that no one would find you.
You didn't stop until you were outside the castle, until you were on the same black lake. And once there, you collapsed to cry.
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You entered through the portrait of the fat lady, making sure to remove your shoes first so as not to make noise when entering. It was late and you had spent all day wandering the castle only to never return to your common room, wearing James's cloak so as not to be discovered.
It had been a few other days since you spoke to him and you still didn't feel ready to face him. Especially when, that afternoon, you had come to your room totally agitated and your two companions had bombarded you with questions.
Did he already tell you? they asked. What was he supposed to say? What was that important thing that Sirius was going to do that you had avoided?
The worst thing was that you already knew, that was the reason for your flight. Your mind knew what was going to happen and refused to accept it.
But you had also wanted it, you had been waiting for that question for years and now you were simply hiding from everyone so you wouldn't have to face that change.
"I was wondering where you were," said a voice in the dark, making you jump instead. The fireplace was off and the darkness did not allow you to see well who it was, but it was not necessary because you recognized his words perfectly “Well, I was not wondering where because I have this wonderful map to which we all owe a lot, but I was wondering why” he murmured showing you 'The Marauder's Map'. It was night, you couldn't move anywhere anymore and you knew that sooner or later that moment had to come. Still in the dark you saw the silhouette of him get up from the couch and walk in your direction "Are you avoiding me?"
"Sirius..."
"Of course you're avoiding me," he answered himself. The boy took a step towards you and your reaction was to walk two steps back. Sirius stifled a laugh “That's what I refer. Whenever you seem to move towards me and I get closer, you move further away" he muttered. You thought that maybe he was not only referring to the literal part of the sentence “I don't blame you, but I sincerely wonder why you do it. I am a very curious boy” he expressed somewhat ironic. His words hurt because you knew you couldn't give him an explanation "And you're very smart, I'd say too much, and I'm sure you knew my intentions from the moment I asked to speak to you, right?" he continued. He took another step towards you, you stepped back "Do you not like me? You can say no and I will never blame you, but I would have preferred a no sincere to the uncertainty in which I find myself” he explained. Another step, another step "Won't you say anything?" he asked without losing his temper. You were surprised by how calmly he could react to all situations when you were struggling to stay on your feet.
"Sirius, it's not what it seems" you tried to justify yourself. But the man said nothing, because you knew he wanted a more substantial answer than that. You refused to look at him and felt him take another step in your direction, repeating the previous sequence. But this time you felt your back crash against the stone wall and Sirius's arms at your sides, imprisoning you against it.
You looked at his clothes. He was still wearing his uniform but he looked more scruffy and some items were missing. His shirt had a three-quarter sleeve, thanks to the fact that he had picked it up himself.
"Y/N, please" he spoke in a soft voice "I do not ask you to reciprocate, I only ask you to give me an answer"
"I'm terrified Sirius!" you finally said, in a louder voice "I'm completely scared, what else do you want me to tell you?"
"Are you afraid of me?"
"I'm afraid of how you feel about me" you murmured sincerely. Maybe it was time to be honest with him, because you had no other alternative anyway. He had cornered you to it, literally “It scares me that things will change between us, okay? And I like you too, I like you a lot, but I'm afraid of what might happen next" you whispered without looking at him. The heat that emanated from his body hugged you “I like you to tell me all those compliments, even if I say otherwise. I like when you touch our hands, I like that we escape together from class, that when we walk around the outside of the castle you cut flowers to put in my hair, I like to see you every day and I like the cute nicknames you call me with. I like everything about you, Sirius. And that's why I'm so scared of losing you" you exclaimed with a cracking voice. Sirius kept a pious gaze on you. You could feel a bit of his accelerated breath "I've had a lot of good people in my life who have ended up leaving, I don't want that to happen with you..."
"And how will you know if we don't try, love?" he spoke. His voice came out hoarse and with his hand he gently took you by the chin to force you to see him "You could have told me this before and I would have stopped insisting, or we would have discussed it as we are doing now" you looked at him, eyes clouded with tears restrained, and Sirius smiled at you tenderly "I'm not going to force you to do anything, I never would and I never will. But I would... I would like to have something with you. I really like you and if you don't agree I will respect it, but it would be a dream come true to be able to form a relationship "
"Sirius, I don't know how to do it."
"Me neither!" he said, almost excited and managed to make you smile. He carefully wiped the tears that fell from your cheeks. “We could learn together and I promise you that if it doesn't work, I won't let you. If we are not a good couple then we will be friends again and problem solved. But how about we realize that we are ideal for each other? " he muttered. His thumb left slow and delicate caresses on your face “I don't know how to love either, nobody in my family knows how to do it and that's why I never learned to do it. But… being here at Hogwarts I knew what it was like to have friends, to have friends. I learned that my heart races when I see you and that I also like all those things you do for me. I like you to know what my favorite sweets are and buy them for me, I like it when you detangle my hair, when you force me to study, even if I don't like it, because you care about me. When you know that I am sad and you do everything to cheer me up, even when you call me in horrible ways and make fun of me" he laughed, making you smile too "And if you give me the opportunity I know that I can make you very happy and I would also be very happy to be with you. I planned for many days how to say these words to you, but I think now I speak from the heart when I tell you that I like you like no one else has. I'll take care of you, I promise. And I already told you that if this doesn't work, and you decide that way, we will continue to be friends” he concluded. In his eyes you could see that he was also nervous, that he had the same fear as you but that he was better hiding it "Now, if you want me to list the many advantages that I would have as a boyfriend, then doing it" he continued, with a more naughty tone "Don't pay too much attention to me, but I give some excellent kisses..."
"According to whom?"
"According to me!" he said obvious “If you want to check it I am totally available. I mean, just so you know I'm not a liar," he muttered innocently, making you smile from ear to ear.
"Are you sure about this Sirius?"
"From my kisses? Of course"
"About us, you great idiot," you said rolling your eyes and gently pulling a loose lock of his long hair.
"Ouch! If you are going to insult me ​​and pull my hair like that I would prefer that we were in a more private place, my dear” he murmured flirtatiously, putting one of his hands on your waist and closing the distance between you. You looked away but he forced you to look at him again "Of course I'm sure, only if you're sure too" he replied. You sighed, feeling in your stomach a more pleasant emptiness than the previous ones.
"Then ask me"
"What do you want I ask you?"
"What were you planning to ask for days, silly" you said rolling your eyes. Sirius smirked.
"Can you let me copy your Potions project?" he said pretending to be confused and you tried to free yourself from his grip due to lack of seriousness, but he did not allow it. He took you from behind him, putting his arm around your lower back so that his torsos collided and the space between his faces was minimal. You had to lift your head to watch him, but he also looked down to save you a bit of work. His smile faded, but despite the darkness in his eyes you could glimpse a sample of the love he professed for you "Would you like me to be your boyfriend?" he asked softly.
You would remember that moment all your life, his voice low, his sounding in the middle of the darkness with the question that would start his beautiful love story.
"I wouldn’t like it," you said just as seriously, looking into his eyes with a smile. Your hands went up to the back of his neck and you pulled his face gently to place a kiss on his cheek. He smiled "I would love it"
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thejustmaiden · 3 years ago
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So out of nowhere I was tagged and quoted by a SR shipper for a blog of mine posted in August of last year. Talk about throwback but, hey, gotta appreciate that level of snooping. 😉
Back in the day I actually used to encourage discourse amongst Inuyasha fans- both shippers and antis alike- but I've since realized that it's a lost cause. But for you, @feministmetalgreymon , I'll grant this exception. Just 'cause it's been a while so why the hell not. haha
I want to assure you, however, that nothing you say will ever convince me that Sesshomaru and Rin are meant to be together romantically or that the story intended it so. Nor will you find any validation here. You can ship them for all I care, but please for all that is good and holy while I have your attention try- I mean really try- to understand why it is so many of us Inuyasha fans are so against this pairing in the first place (newsflash: it's not about ship wars), and why we believe a romance between the two of them is completely and utterly out of character.
For those of you interested in reading this, the blog of mine in question that the above shipper mentions in their counter-argument is here for reference. It's titled "Jaken = Rin's Dad?" I'm going to try and keep this short, but I'm also making no such promises. After all, I'm not exactly known for my brevity. haha Now let's get crackin'!
Like you, feministmetalgreymon, did for your recent blog here where you took screenshots of mine to address certain parts, I will be doing the same and dissecting yours accordingly.
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I worked with kids for many years as a teacher, and many people in my family have too or still do. Two of them happen to be just over 5 feet which is quite short for the average adult woman living here. I've also worked alongside many a women of short stature, and never did I hear any of them complaining of issues with their students having difficulty differentiating them from their own peers just because they were short as well. I'm sorry but that's just ridiculous. Kids are quite smart and pick up on a lot more than you seem to give them credit for. Height is not the only characteristic they look at to determine who's an adult and who's not, and it's foolish to suggest otherwise. So unless you're a babysitter who's still in their teens and/or who has very childlike features or behavior then I'm afraid what you're getting at is total hogwash. This is just another example of how you shippers offer nothing of real substance to your reasoning, it's only ever cherry-picking or strawmanning from you guys. Stop deflecting from the real issues please, because this certainly isn't one and only winds up being a complete waste of time for all parties involved.
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Okay, calm down now. I wasn't insinuating that relationships between parents and children can't change over time in terms of how they get along. Of course that's possible, as all families experience their fair share of estrangement and abuse. What I was speaking about was in reference to the overall dynamic between the two. Because a bad mother or father can still be viewed as a parental figure to their child even if say they're not in said child's life anymore. Since Sesshomaru and Rin share a healthy bond- and just a friendly reminder that in my blog I even said that he doesn't have to necessarily be labeled her father but that a romantic relationship later would still be inappropriate- I didn't deem it necessary to address what you brought up. Plus, it kinda, umm, misses the point?? Please, let's stay on topic. And it's not captured in the screenshot, but stop acting like there isn't a small part of them that idolizes their parents at some point during childhood. Just like you mention later on how it's normal for kids to have innocent crushes on adults that they eventually grow out of? Well, guess what, the same concept applies here. Kids eventually learn that their parents are far from perfect and make mistakes too. Rin is so damn young in the OG series though that we never even get to see her reach that maturity level.
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LOL! Alright, okay, so the "unbreakable bond" bit you're mentioning was actually me quoting you sessrinners. Did you not catch that? I literally spelled it out. *sigh* The whole point I was making is that shippers like yourself make hypocritical and contradictory statements all.the.goddamn.time. One moment you guys claim that Sesshomaru and Rin were essentially strangers and meant very little to each other, only to say in the same breath a few seconds later that they were destined to be together and their bond is like no other. I agree, their bond is special, but why must that mean they're going to fall in love?
That is the root of the matter here. Too many animes/mangas have romanticized this older adult man & young girl growing up falling in love trope that it's become way too normalized and widely accepted across the world- and yes, in some cultures more than others. Sadly, you lack the awareness to recognize how this all works. You know how we know that? When we see that you shippers are so desensitized to sexualized images of girls in the media that you share posts like this one below which *subtly* imply a future romance although one half of that pairing is still just a child in the pic and then try and pass it off as cute. That's like super fucking problematic and it scares me that you can't see that (or deny you do). 🤢
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After all that's said and done, Sesshomaru leaving Rin in the village with Kaede is to me the strongest indicator more than pretty much anything else he's done for Rin that proves he is her adoptive father. It's so funny to me how you somehow see the exact opposite though. 🤔 What I think is happening is that you got yourself on some squeaky clean ass shipper goggles fresh out of your little echo chamber. Because I hate to tell you, but what you're fantasizing is what you want to see and not what's actually there on screen or was written into the story. I'm strictly talking about Inuyasha and the manga of course. [For the TL; DR version skip to the last paragraph.]
Parents looking after their kids is what parents are supposed to do. A good parent will do anything to keep their child safe and ensure they are cared for, so what he did for her by leaving her there was in her best interests clearly. Besides, as a babysitter, you more than most people should understand that parents aren't always able to be there for their kids so sometimes others gotta step in to help. Haven't you heard of the saying, "it takes a village to raise a child?" Which in Rin's case is literally true! 😂 Sometimes kids are even sent off to stay with grandparents and that's who raises them instead. Or maybe they have to temporarily live with an aunt or uncle because their single parent's job requires they work out of town 4-5 days of the week so they're hardly home. But that doesn't mean that the parents care or love their kids any less, and it's foolish to assume that Sesshomaru must have thought very little of Rin simply due to the fact that he made the decision to leave her in the village. Come on, y'all are acting like he abandoned her there!!
It's just given the circumstances Sesshomaru finally came to learn that Rin traveling with him was no longer safe. I also like to think it's because he wished for her to live a more normal life and to learn how to fully trust humans again. Plus, continuing to travel with him as young as she was would have proven dangerous and unwise. Now for you to know all this and still manage to turn his past actions towards her while she was just a child into a romantic gesture is what boggles my mind. Regardless of how you look at it, from my perspective or your own, Sesshomaru is in the wrong. Either he's a father figure who impregnates his daughter at the young age of approximately 14. OR he's this man she used to travel with who maybe isn't a father to her but who nonetheless basically rapes her since kids her age can't consent to sex with an adult. Idk about you but it sounds to me like nobody here wins with either scenario we're given. In other words, you should be just as mad as we are. If only one side didn't choose to forsake their morals they know we both have in common for the sake of a ship. Welp. 🤷‍♀️
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I agree, incest is disgusting but that's not the only problem we have with this pairing. A romantic bond forming between Sesshomaru and Rin would also constitute as grooming.
You realize that over the years he visited her in the village that he brought her gifts too and essentially watched her grow up right before his very eyes, right? I mean, I know you do, but I really shouldn't have to explain further why pursuing a romantic/sexual relationship with each other is plain and simple wrong. And before you say it's not because he didn't have any malintent, please understand that considering their history and power dynamic up to then that yes this is still considered grooming even if Rin supposedly "wanted it" or "made the first move." Whether you consider him her father or not, as the adult who took on a role resembling that of a caretaker in her early life- a critical developmental time for a child- Sesshomaru is obligated to turn down any advances by Rin and most definitely should not initiate any himself. As the first close adult figure she's had in her life since her parents died, it's unfathomable to imagine how Sesshomaru could go through with taking advantage of this young girl who was under his care and supervision since they met. To think he could be capable of betraying that trust sickens me to the core.
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This. Now THIS is how a parent/guardian or a similar adult caretaker (babysitter, teacher, etc.) talks to a child. And, in turn, this is how some young children talk to adults. You'd be insane and delusional to deny it! We see it in our everyday lives, do we not? From where else do you think our stories draw most of their inspiration? Yes, obviously these fictional universes have aspects of fantasy that don't exist in the real world, but so how then do you suppose we're able to relate to them? The reason for that being is because these stories are written by people for people, so naturally there are going to be real life aspects embedded throughout. Sure, a little escapism doesn't hurt as we don't need to take everything so seriously, but ultimately we all need to recognize that the messages in the stories we tell matter. Most stories possess a combination of both light and dark themes, but when it specifically comes to the latter we gotta be careful with how we tackle this in children's media since kids are far more impressionable.
So if at the center of a story we have two of the main protagonists whose mom is basically their same age and to top it off she knew their dad when she was just a girl and who just so happened to help raise her, wouldn't you say that's beyond fucked up or at the very least so fucking weird? Like why would we think it's even remotely okay for our children to watch this garbage?? Really think about it. Try and be objective for once and think about how it would sound explaining this storyline to an outsider who's never watched IY or HNY. Well, antis have tried this before many times and we always get the same reaction: Ewww!
Like I said earlier, if you wanna ship it then fine, but 1) please stop seeking our approval or trying to change our minds - your ship wish came true didn't it, so why do you need us to validate it? 2) even though it's not canon, respect that we don't support this sequel portraying pedophilia in a positive light. It's harmful af to not only allow but glorify the continuation of sexualized images of young girls everywhere. And I shouldn't have to say this, but just because this trope is popular as you say does not make it right. Lolicon themes in the media have been an issue forever and it needs to stop. Yes, even some people in Japan or "the East" would agree. Shocker!
We're pissed off and rightfully so because Yashahime's TV rating is 14, not to mention it airs at the prime time kids in Japan watch TV after getting home from school. That's Towa and Setsuna's age, true, but if Rin being the mom when she's like only a year older than them (please don't argue w/ me about the math- antis have so far been right every time with it) is straight-up disgusting and not something we should be supporting or endorsing. Rin's a whole ass child!! Please don't start with the "but times were different then so her having kids at 15 is acceptable" argument either, because we've already debunked that and every other single excuse you guys throw at us. Besides, how or why would you expect young viewers to know these historical "facts" anyway, especially if as you suggest fiction doesn't affect reality so what does it matter? Yet here we are, arguing over a fictional show in real life almost a year and a half into the "Sesshomaru fucks?" sequel being announced. My ass, your ass, hell all our asses fiction doesn't affect reality!
Look, I do apologize if the tone of this blog came off as snippy or condescending at times. I do not wish you any ill will, it's just I'm not really sure what you expected to get out of all this besides maybe getting on my nerves perhaps. haha A lot of you shippers have been desperately scrambling to interact with us, lurking in our tags, jumping onto our posts screaming canon and getting so defensive even though you sought us out first. We've been sticking to our tags, so how about you stay in your lane too. By the way since we're on the topic, have you seen Twitter or Reddit?! SR shippers there are the actual worst and many Inuyasha fans (not just antis) have complained of not feeling welcomed to engage in fandom spaces anymore. Shippers swarm them and scare them off simply because fans don't like your ship and refuse to accept it. It's pathetic, really. No one should ever be bullied or harassed just because they don't like something you might. We're all fans of Inuyasha, aren't we? So let's act like it. Yashahime on the other hand, you guys are welcome to that pungent heap of trash. Fans have a right to criticize it too, but if you like it then good for you, so keep on liking it and don't mind us.
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I'm almost done, but real quick back to Jaken! Let's not forget about how the official Yashahime website- which came out after my blog, mind you- described Jaken. This translation isn't the best one available but it's the only version a fellow anti friend could track down. They do recall a better one done by a native Japanese speaker who was also an anti, and that member confirmed that Jaken is indeed called Rin's babysitter. So you see, I was right in my interpretation. In the original post I did compare Jaken to a brother, but after talking to others (some comments can be found under said post) I did acknowledge that he's more of a reluctant babysitter who's not related. And if he's not at least a brother to Rin, then he's definitely not her father.
At the end of the day, the creator Rumiko Takahashi has the final word. Which is guess what? Hogosha. 💖 Probably should've just started out with that and saved us all the trouble, huh? Good day/night to you.
Papamaru bids you adieu now. 🤞
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astrojoy · 3 years ago
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Hello! 🥳 Let's clear up some things 🔆
Warning - There is topics related to violence and basically real stuff. I didn't sugarcoat this post and don't plan on changing it. I will be discussing a harsh reality as well as giving some informative tips to who I am and what has been falsely assumed
Again, for the people in the back
I'm here to discuss some recent accusation about me and also to explain some much needed things that have been long overdue or weren't taken seriously
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1 ) Next time if any negative anons has anything to say about me, I'm here. My asks are open. Don't come to someone else's blog creating burdens for them just because you don't like me or are unhappy with my own blog
2 ) The fact that you had the audacity to go to another blog, while also covering your self up as anonymous baffles me. The amount of shame you must have felt to have the thought to make sure you weren't recognized and people didn't know your blog
3 ) A helpful tip for you from me, be careful who you go after because I promise you you're just racking up more trouble for yourself on your shelf for the future. If you don't understand this, then just heed my advice. Stranger to stranger
4 ) I have said this before and I will say it again. I'm on here to help spread what I've learned over the years as well as give advice. I have no need to chase fame or clout if I'm already happy with my own company. The fact that so many people in this age do though should tell you to probably take a step back and learn the lesson of cherishing yourself over trying to gain happiness by others feelings over you
5 ) Fake niceness, heh 😃 Apparently you've met too many fake people in life to trust someone who actually cares about humans and I'm sorry you've had to go through that, I'm sure you will be meet better people love 🫂 I've been through a lot of hell in my life and seen a lot of shit, from being neglected, and people who are narcissists, animal abusers, verbal abusers, alcoholics, someone with anger issues, manipulaters, depression and suicidal thoughts, bullies, demons, being poor, seclusion, hoarders, even family I cared about being ill, all starting from the moment I was born and had to witness it. Do you think that would shape me into a bad person? Or do you think id understand that people have feelings and Id rather make myself into a better person by spreading happiness as I wasn't lucky enough to see it as I'm growing up
6 ) I'm about to explain to you what loyalty is You think I'm just nice to be nice right? Haha 😃 let me waste my time and effort in my work and toy with peoples emotions when I know what it feels like. Why don't we contradict ourselves here, yes? No. now why would I say no? Because it doesn't make sense now does it? Listen, many people in my lifetime have told me secrets, many people have told me things that they were so embarrassed to say to anyone else that they have cried right after, now how do you think they would have trusted me if they didn't have a reason to? I have many ex friends and even an ex bf who changed friend groups because they went to a different crowd. Funny enough those same people accused me of things that were actually all lies. Cussed me out to either seem cool and fit in or because they were jealous and later told me so. Do you know what I did? Nothing. Because I'm a good person. If I make a promise with someone and their secret, it's with me forever because I respect people unlike some others. Of course why would you believe that, right? 🙃 why would I be a nice person anyways?
7 ) Do you feel entitled? Have I been too nice? Do I not have a personal life? Do you think I'm on here all the time? I don't even ask for gratitude like some people after I answer an ask, I'm just lucky there's nice people who genuinely are thankful for the time. You expect me to answer all my asks like your my boss and when I don't you think I'm lazy? Lazy? Have you seen how much work I put into posts? Do you think that takes only a brief second? How much time it takes to find observations and make my own analysis on topics so I can share them with others? It takes hours sometimes. Because I actually care and enjoy astrology. But besides that, What happened to my life? Try taking care of a hateful person 24/7 who gets drunk from around 11 am all the way to 1 am or when they finally go to bed, having to stay in your room and stress about certain things for the future, or whether you'll graduate from school, whether your mom is feeling ok because shes sick, your parents are about to divorce and that will take a whole visit to the court and also not wanting to leave your room because someone's yelling around the house and slamming things all the time. Oh and who do you think cooks and does chores like a normal existing being? I even had to go to 2 funerals somewhat recently with one of them being someone I have been alive with for most of my life. But wait, nono, because I'm apparently not aloud to delete my asks due to everything that's going on in my life, nono instead I should ignore my emotions, my life, my health and to sit and try to answer all these asks to the best of my capability. Do you think I'm always happy or something? I get sad just like you, yet you don't see me burdening you all with my problems online 24/7, why? Because I care. I don't look for attention like you think 🙁
I don't need to explain to anyone why I don't answer asks. Or why I don't have time. Funnily enough I catch myself doing it lightly though just so no one thinks I'm flipping them off and saying "no" without reason. But of course, you expect more don't you. Or you think they are white lies because I'm lazy. Nice to know you don't think about what's going on in anyone else's life but rather you think about yourself. 1 ask can take me up to 20 minutes because of me explaining and answering and trying to formulate an understandable answer and also because I work a bit slower than some people, 25-30 minutes if it's a tarot ask because I go in depth. Now add 80 asks up and we have hours of work. When I especially get drained from tarot asks too
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Oh look at that, I've already explained this one, not that I should have to 🙁
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I'm not gonna lie, this one got me. This one hurt. Good job coward anon, you did your job by making someone feel like garbage for no reason, do you feel happy? 🥰 how is it going for you? How will it go for you?
Right here, this one. Let's cut to the chase because I'm pissed now
8 ) To think of someone as a snake without proper evidence or intent makes you a snake. Plain and simple. The intent here was to be hateful ☺ I have actually been called this in real life before. My best friend called me fake for being "too nice" all the time and "too understanding" as if there's something wrong with me. So what? I'm a monster now for being genuinely kind? Is it that rare to see? Is the world that far gone? Funnily enough she was the same person who got exposed for cussing me out when I wasnt around 😃 and why? What would such a reason be for? Oh I must have done something terribly bad! That has to be it, right? Well, me being nice, I gave her space for a month and later walked up to her in person and said my apologies for coming off in such a way and before I could ask why she acted like she did to me she flung her arms around me to hug and started crying. She told me she envied me for my appearance straight up and that she missed me because I accepted her for who she was when some others didn't. No lies. But you kind of reminded me of this situation. As it's the reason I brought it up. You come at me with hate, go to another persons blog to vent, turn yourself to anonymous yet think I'm the snake here? I'm the person to not trust in this situation?
You have the audacity to tell me. Oh oh wait, not even me, a warmhearted person, on their blog that I don't care about them? Who hurt you?
Darling do me a nice gesture in return and don't fuck with my friends and dare to even speak my name as though I don't give a shit about them with all your false accusations
Take a step down from whatever superiority complex you hold where you are clouded by your own thoughts on what you think is correct
I can tell you right now your intuition needs some practice and I don't need to feel your energy I can just see it
As someone who genuinely cares, I ask you to please care about others as well, so far it doesn't seem to be looking as though you do. Don't go into people's blogs spreading negativity. You are the reason why I'm so nice, to fog out what we are going to forget (negative people/negative anons)
It's funny how besides being "lazy" the only other negative comment was about being "too nice" man you guys will find anything to leech onto don't you?
Sorry for this long post. Also I was mad on the last one so please understand that I will sound mad. But of course, what do I know, I'm too nice to be mad apparently
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