#he is like 'let’s see the world without killing'

[tickly-trashcan]

Transformers: One Tickle Headcanons!

A/N: look away LOOK AWAY im still obsessed with these silly little robots and i cannot get them out of my head so i wrote this while avoiding my other responsibilities LOL i hope the few transformers fans on my blog enjoy and if you're not a transformers fan read anyway and join the fandom i promise its so fun!!! (ps i might do headcanons for the other continuities as i watch more... tfp fans unite)

Orion Pax

this stupid little guy i love him to bits

he is really ticklish and he is so silly about it

hes such a switch like. he doesnt mind being tickled at all i bet he probs loves the attention LOL but he LOVES tickling other bots like d-16 hehe

he's veeery tickly under his arms ESPECIALLY if you get the seams that connect his arm to his torso that will make him scream. get him there

hes ticklish in most of the normal cybertronian tickle spots as well (dont ask me what those are. they are up to interpretation!) but i think hes also got a pretty sensitive chassis (tummy...) and if you get the little seams that go across his chassis he will be GONEE

hes got a really loud laugh i think... one of those rapid fire squealy laughs yup yup

he squeaks! and gasps! and makes other funny noises! but only if you catch him off guard otherwise he's just laughing lol

he will put up a fight if someone tickles him!!! he will go down kicking and actually has a good shot at turning the tables LOL

d-16 has had those tables turned on him so fast but he never learns! poor dee

like i said before hes pretty chill about getting tickled but he thinks hes literally The tickler of all time

hes very confident about his ler skills bc d-16 is so ticklish its actually not fair but if you put him up against elita he would fold so fast

wiggles his digits at d-16 every fucking chance he gets somebody stop his ass before he kills dee

i think he and d-16 tickle each other a lot without it escalating to a tickle fight or full-on murder (orion is the murderer.)

like they poke each other! all the time!

they're good about not doing it on shift (most of the time... side eyes orion again) but as soon as they clock out its a free for all

orion is pretty teasy but not overly so if that makes sense? hes more taunty than teasy HAHA like he'll say to d-16 "lol why do i keep forgetting how ticklish you are" and dee is screaming

he does not tickle elita. ever. she scares him.

also he tried to tickle her once and she wrecked his ass so bad he could hardly stand up. d-16 never let him hear the end of it either

d-16 will still randomly bring it up like "hey pax remember when you tried to tickle elita haha that was so- AUGH!!" and then orion jumps him

D-16

DEE MY BELOVED GAAAAH

he is ridiculously ticklish because i said so. I don't make the rules. also im right d-16 is the biggest lee on this list

hes also a switch but hes so ticklish its hard to get away with tickling other bots like orion because one poke and the tables are turned!! orion is nice to him sometimes tho and lets him get in a few tickles mwahaha

im pushing my d-16 hip agenda. are yall seeing a pattern with me giving my favs ticklish hips ITS BECAUSE HIS HIPS ARE RIGHT THERE!!! anyways. d-16 has the most grabbable and tickleable hips and his hips should be grabbed and tickled until he screams

hes also tickly on his thighs! and his chassis (more tummy!!)

d-16 is one of those people who will try to keep his laugh in but he literally lasts two seconds before hes giggling. two seconds is actually a generous estimate tbh!

his LAUGH i feel it in my bones hes got massive giggles and its kind of high pitched and hes so embarrassed but its adorable and im so upset about it

like once hes laughing its a much deeper laugh but initially since hes trying to keep himself from laughing he just giggles frantically and its so cute bc its so pitchy

HE SNORTS

he snorts and he hates it but it is literally The best thing in the world and orion loves to tickle him until he snorts

for a week after orion learned what the word "speedrun" meant he tried different speedrun challenges with d-16 (how fast can i make him mention megatronus prime, etc.) and one of the days was "how fast can i make d-16 snort"

the answer is 1 minute and 34 seconds in earth time i aint doing the cybertronian equivalent. google is right there.

when he tickles other bots its crazy tho he can be MEANNN if he gets the chance

like he will taunt worse than orion and hes also a really good tickler methinks.. knows how and when to be more rough and when to be more gentle so he can really drive someone up the wall

once he got orion pinned face down and just. shoved his servos under orion's arms. had him screaming and begging but tbh orion probs deserved it!

d-16 has never tried to tickle elita and does not plan to. he will make fun of orion's attempt but he knows better

i think d-16 was also the first one of the gang to give bee a little tickle!!! got him giggling and actually got him to stop yapping a lil bit hehe but it was fun for everyone

B-127

I will tolerate absolutely ZERO bee slander alright if you beef with him you beef with me get off my blog

bee is almost as ticklish as d-16 but had absolutely no idea until he met orion, d-16, and elita. zero clue.

he knew what tickling was! he had tried to tickle himself before after seeing some bots in a tickle fight but hes never been tickled until d-16 poked at him a bit and he jumped 10 feet in the air

d-16 is really nice about tickling bee.... gives him soft tickles bc he knows hes not used to it and tickles him just enough to get him giggling IM SO UPSET

orion is also pretty nice about it but hes too teasy and bee gets embarrassed (also hes learning abt teases from orion. more on that later!)

i think he's really tickly on his chassis!!! most tickly spot for him definitely... all over too not just tummy part but his sides and hes also got tickly knees! watch out tho bc this dude kicks LOL

he has one of those cackly laughs but also has really sweet giggles and he DEF squeaks i dont make the rules

hes pretty shy about tickling others at first but because hes just not used to being around other bots!! hes been told before that hes too much so hes worried that tickling other bots is going to cause other bots to shut him down... BUT HE LEARNS ITS OK TO BE SILLY!!!

he sees orion tickling d-16 and starts yapping about how hes never been tickled and d-16 and orion tickle him a bit and its really sweet but he does NOT know how to react

"WHY AM I LAUGHING WHAT" "we're tickling you bee thats what happens" "OH THATS AWESOME HAHA IT FEELS FUNNY"

bee definitely likes being tickled but he also loves tickling the other bots... id say more lee in general but will tickle when he feels like its okay to!

hes normally yapping about something completely unrelated when hes tickling someone which is really funny but he learned from orion (BAD INFLUENCE!!!) how to tease people

so! now when he tickles other bots he does the really evil teasy stuff... it hasnt come back to bite orion yet but d-16 is suffering!

Elita-1

ahem... women... women women I LOVE ELITA

okay i think shes pretty tickly but not nearly as much as the rest of them... she can take a few pokes and barely smile but also can you even get a few pokes in before shes wrecking ur ass? not really!

shes 90% ler and 10% lee and yes i would definitely piss her off so she would tickle me who said that not me. i love women.

shes tickly on her knees and under her arms!! good luck getting her tho she is very squirmy if you manage to get her and even then she will fight BACK

she has a really bright and bubbly laugh if she gets got really good and it is so lovely and GAAAAH

she doesnt actually tickle other bots that often its mostly if people piss her off or try to tickle her that she goes after them mwahaha

which is why orion is such a frequent victim of her attacks

she is also one of those people who is either silent when shes tickling someone or is the MEANEST teaser on planet earth and bots like orion have experienced both and he cannot decide which option is worse

she has tickled d-16 and bee before but not nearly as bad as orion... he pisses her off so bad LOL i love their dynamic

shes actually so sweet with bee compared to d-16 and orion like okay elita we get it you have a favorite (hes my fav too i totally understand)

i want to talk more about her as a lee tho bc i feel like... she actually wouldnt mind being tickled that much its mostly reflex and its also cuz she feels like shes gotta be tough and being soft kinda goes against that orz

she keeps this mostly to herself but she does occasionally let bee tickle her more than she would let another bot because she knows hes just a Guy and is too busy yapping about other stuff while he tickles her to be like "wait why are you letting me tickle you rn"

her soft spot for bee... makes me so ill...

she also shows clear favoritism for bee when shes tickling him the teases are so much sillier and shes not as evil in general. for orion pax it is on sight

[panpanghost]

Part 4 of this (I'm sorry, idk what I'm doing but so many people are interested in this and I'm trying to give you a proper au.)

So the crown was made by dark magic and making the curse required the sacrifice of an entire... kingdom... Would taking it off also require a sacrifice?

There's also something off about the translation, how come it doesn't say how to do the spell or undo it? Where is the rest of this? Maybe I can find something in the celestial realm, but I can't leave Moonpie alone here. They might return to take him and he can't protect himself... Maybe I can get MK to watch over him-

_"Wukong! Showers!" Macaque called from the hot bath tub, it's like a little swimming pool or a jacuzzi, being king is great.

_"Coming!" Wukong loves this. He can't wait to have Macaque wash his hair and untangle all the knots.

After Macaque lost his memories they shower together almost everyday. Sure, when Macaque first walked in on him in the showers he almost had a heart attack, but now that he's gotten used to it like before, it's so great and relaxing. To most creatures it's considered rude or invasion of privacy, but not to monkeys, they do that to show their bonds and love to each other. No one understands that, only Macaque does.

_"Where have you been? Get in." Macaque said already sitting in the water.

_"Sorry about that, little ones were having a fight." Wukong says undressing,

_"Again? These guys create trouble when there's none."

_"I know, right?" Wukong said relaxing in the warm water,

_"Don't get too comfy, someone needs to groom my furr."

_"So demanding." Even though he said that, this is Wukong's favourite part about the showers, Macaque loves his furr, sure it's not as thick and silky as it used to be but Wukong will make sure it gets back to its previous glory.

_"Hey Sunny..." Macaque spoke after a while, picking at his tail,

_"Yeh Moony?" It's been so long since Macaque used that nickname for him, he can't get used to it, his heart will explode.

_"I was wondering... Would it be okay if you take me to see the kid and his friends."

_"Wh-Why?"

_"I want to ask them something."

_"You can ask me."

_"I know, but you won't answer."

_"What are you talking about? I always answer."

_"No, you never do. I don't even know the kid's name because you won't tell me and won't let me meet him to ask!"

_"It's MK. Just calm down, no need to be so angry about it."

_"I am angry, Wukong. Why won't you tell me anything?! Why does he have your staff? Why is he radiating your energy?! Why is he even allowed to come here?! Is he-" Macaque takes a deep breath, "Is he yours?"

_"What? NO! nonononono no, he's not, he was just born from the same rock as me, that's all."

_"What?"

_"Listen, I gave him the staff because I want him to be my successor."

_"A successor? You're immortal, why would you need that?"

_"Because... Because I'm tired." Wukong let down his glamour as he said that and Macaque could see all his scars, it was silent for a moment,

_"oh Wukong..." Macaque watched in horror, he approached slowly in case his sun wanted him to stop, "life hasn't been kind to you, has it?" Macaque held his face in his hands,

_"..." Wukong just melted in Macaque's warmth as he kissed his scars, gently, one by one,

_"Who did this?" Macaque asked, looking in his king's eyes.

Wukong saw it, the same murderous eyes his moon had when he first saw the monk use the fillet on him. Wukong doesn't blame him, he had the same look on his face when he saw his moon drenched in blood and those assholes trying to abduct him. He'll kill them when he finds them.

_"He's gone, been dead for years now."

_"Hm. Lucky." Macaque said, a bit of disappointment in his voice.

_"Heh, forget about him, just, stay with me okay?"

_"Where would I go without you?" Macaque hugged Wukong, bringing him closer to his chest.

But you did, you left, and I didn't know where you were, you only came when the world was ending then disappeared again. But it's ok now, You can't leave. I won't let you.

_"Hey, do you think we'll have matching scars?" Macaque asked jokingly,

_"Why? Does it hurt?" Wukong yanked himself out of the hugg and held Macaque's head, is the crown crushing his skull?!!!!

_"No, it doesn't," Macaque held his hands, "I can't feel it most of the time, only when I try to use my powers. I was just wondering if it'll leave a mark, and then we can have matching scars."

_"Not unless you can pluck my eye out."

_"No use, it'll just regenerate."

_"Yeh, that would happen." Wait-

_"Let's get out of this shower, it feels suffocating and I'm hungry." Macaque got out of the tub, "Let's go."

My eyes regenerate, can I give him one-

_"Wukong!"

_"A! You go first, I'll just wash a little more then fallow you."

_"Alright, but just wash up, I'll groom your furr inside." Macaque said putting a towel on,

_"Ok." he gave Macaque a little smile as he left.

[marvelfanfn2187a113]

Look Alike

Sam and Dean Winchester & little sister!reader

Requested by Anonymous (x3)

Warnings: eating disorder, mentions of depression, attempted murder, I didn’t copy the episode exactly so probably some mistakes

Synopsis: an angel is going around killing anyone who is suffering—but what happens when it goes after you?

A/N: this one is kinda heavy guys, so if this is a topic that will trigger you PLEASE do not read it. And please remember—I think you’re beautiful, and always remember to eat something, even if it’s just a snack, even if it’s not “good for you”; eating something just because you like how it tastes is better than not eating anything at all. Love you guys!

Your fingers fumbled as they retrieved your picture of Mary Winchester, tattered and faded at the edges. You looked from the picture to your own reflection, your heart plummeting.

Your mother had this…this look about her; she was slender and beautiful, but also strong. Strong enough to be a hunter.

You looked at your own reflection again before ducking your head, tucking Mary’s photo back into your wallet.

“Hey kid.” Dean’s voice in your doorway startled you, and you whipped your head around. “Lunch is ready, let’s go…what are you doing in here?”

“Oh, no-nothing,” you muttered, your hands fidgeting. “I’m not that hungry right now, maybe I’ll get something later.”

“Did you eat breakfast?” Dean asked, his eyes narrowing.

“Um—actually, maybe I will eat now.” you sidestepped his question and his body as you headed for the kitchen. Dean dropped the subject, and you breathed a sigh of relief. You were going to have to be more careful about your eating habits—or lack thereof.

Of course Dean had made burgers again. You looked to Sam, hoping he’d made something else, but he was happily chowing down on a huge hamburger—apparently he didn’t mind them if they didn’t come from greasy diners.

You forced yourself not to huff; it was impossible to pretend to eat a burger, so you’d really have to eat this time.

“Here.” Dean pushed a plate at you, and you took it without protest.

You managed to choke down about two bites before Dean got a phone call. He spoke for a few minutes before hanging up and addressing his younger siblings.

“Cas has a case. I’m gonna go check it out.”

“A case?” You put down your burger. “I’ll go pack.”

“I can take this one alone,” Dean assured you.

“Don’t be stupid, I’m coming.” You started for the door, hoping he wouldn’t argue.

“You’re not gonna finish your food?” Sam asked.

“I had enough,” you assured him, and ran off before he could argue.

…

“So…he exploded.” Dean was staring around at the pink living room, a grimace on his face.

“Yeah. So completely that there’s not a bit of him left that’s bigger than a grain of sand,” a nearby officer said. Once the officer stepped away, Dean spoke to you. “I’m gonna go talk to Cas, see what he can tell me. You should stay at the motel, read up on some things.”

“Ok.” You shrugged. “Call me if you find anything out.”

“Deal.”

…

“Ephraim.”

“Gazuntite.”

“No, Dean. Ephraim was—is—an angel, his job on the battlefield was to end the suffering of dying angels.”

“End the suffering…let me guess, by blowing them up?” Dean said.

“Unfortunately, yes. It seems that he’s continuing his mission on earth.”

“Yeah, but these people aren’t dying, they just had a bad day.”

“Apparently Ephraim can’t tell the difference between emotional suffering and…”

“And dying?” Dean scoffed. “Cas, this is crazy. Everybody has bad days, this guy is gonna end up wiping out the world.”

“It’s more than just bad days,” Castiel argued. “These people were in serious emotional turmoil. But you’re right—you need to find him.”

“You’re not gonna help?” Dean challenged.

“Dean, I’m just human. There’s nothing I can do.”

…

You stared at the takeout container that Dean had got you before dropping you off. You couldn’t refuse, you knew he would start to notice if you refused too many meals, but you still didn’t want it.

Your stomach growled, and you cringed. Maybe part of you wanted it.

You pushed the container away, opting instead to don workout clothes—the motel had a gym. You’d never be able to be a hunter like Mary, you’d never be able to keep up with your brothers, if you didn’t workout more.

After an hour on the treadmill, you decided it was time to get back to work. You didn’t want to leave Dean in the lurch when it came to research, even if he hadn’t told you any more information. He got this way when he took you on hunts—determined to do it all alone, not clueing you in on anything.

It’s because you don’t look like a hunter yet.

You swallowed hard. You may not look like a hunter yet, but you would soon enough. You just had to skip a few more meals, go a few more days, and then—just maybe—you could be a good hunter. You would look like Mary did, strong and in shape, and your brothers would trust you more.

You slipped back into your room, going straight for your bag to get your picture of Mary. You held it up for the millionth time, looking from it to the mirror. Your heart sank—you weren’t Mary; maybe you never would be.

Your stomach growled again, and you huffed.

“No,” you told yourself. Your eyes flickered over to the takeout container. You snatched it off the table and threw it into the trash. “No!”

You couldn’t give up now—who cared if you were hungry? Sam and Dean gave up a lifetime of sleep to keep hunting, you could skip some meals to do the same. You had to.

You hadn’t even noticed that you were crying until a few tears dropped onto Mary’s smiling face in your hands.

“Mom,” you whimpered. “Why can’t I just be like you?”

“I can help you.” The voice behind you startled you, and you dropped Mary’s photo, whirling around and reaching for the gun at your waist and.

“Who are you?” You demanded, raising the weapon.

“That won’t do anything to me,” the man insisted. “And you don’t need it. I’m here to help you. You’re suffering, and I’m here to end it.”

“End it?” You took a step back. “You’re the guy we’re after. You’re the one who killed that man, and that teenager.”

“I ended their suffering,” the man continued, stepping towards you. “And I can end yours.”

“It’s not like that!” The gun was shaking in your hands. You didn’t bother to shoot, knowing it wouldn’t help. “I’m not dying!”

“You are,” he argued. “I can heal your hunger, but I cannot make you eat. But the end I will give you will be painless.”

“What are you?” You demanded, taking another step back. Your back hit the sharp edge of a splintered desk, halting your movements.

“I am an angel. My mission is to end suffering. Let me end yours.”

“An angel, huh.” You put your gun down on the desk as if in defeat. While Ephraim kept his attention on your face, you moved your hand down to the splintered edge of the table and slid it across, drawing blood. Dropping your hand out of sight behind the desk, you began to draw an angel banishing sigil.

Ephraim moved before you could blink, grabbing your wrist and twisting it away from the desk.

“Don’t fight it,” he said. “I can help you.” His free hand was suddenly above you, lowering towards your forehead like death’s scythe.

“Hey!” The grip on you was released at the sound of Dean’s voice in the doorway. “Leave her alone!” Dean had his angel blade out and pointed at Ephraim. “You don’t get to just kill people because they’re hurting.”

“That’s exactly what I was made for,” Ephraim argued. “You didn’t even know she was suffering, but I do! And I can fix it!”

“That’s now how you fix it!” Dean thundered. He lunged forward, stabbing at Ephraim with the blade, but the angel side stepped him and flung him into the wall with a single flick of his wrist. The angel blade clattered to the ground, and you once again found yourself face-to-face with the murderous angel.

“Please,” you pleaded. “Look, I know you think you’re doing good. But humans—they hurt sometimes. But we can do better—I can do better—we’re all just doing the best we can.”

“If this is the best that you can do.” Ephraim shook his head. “Then this is what you need.” He stretched out his hand, and your breath caught in your throat.

You jumped back in surprise when Ephraim’s eyes glowed brightly, his jaw hanging open before he slumped to the ground. Dean stood behind him, a bloody angel blade gripped in his hand.

“That’s not what she needs,” he growled almost to himself. Then his eyes were on you. “Are you ok?”

You nodded shakily, taking a deep breath.

“Ok.” Dean dropped the angel blade. “Now what was that about? Why did he think—“

“I-I don’t know.” You couldn’t meet Dean’s eyes.

“Well what—“ Dean’s voice caught, and you looked up to see him staring at the corner of the room. You followed his gaze, and your stomach dropped. He was staring at the tiny garbage can in the corner, the open and full takeout container fully visible.

“Kid.” Dean swallowed. “When was the last time you ate? And no, that one bite of your burger didn’t count.” Dean’s eyes were on you now, and he petrified you to the spot with his gaze. “I mean when was the last time you really ate?”

“I—um…” your lip quivered and your hands began to fidget. “I’m sorry, Dean.”

“Ok, hey.” Dean pulled you into his arms when you started to cry. “I’ve got you kid.” He pulled away, brushing your tears. “Why are you doing this kid?”

“I’m sorry,” you whimpered, wiping at your face. “Dean—“ your voice caught and you choked on a sob.

“Ok, ok,” Dean soothed. “It’s ok, let’s…let’s go back home, ok? We can talk about it later. Go and wait in the car, I’ll bring the stuff.”

You went to the car without argument, and after you left Dean called Sam.

“Hey,” Dean huffed while he gathered the guns and clothes and tossed them in his bag. “Do you remember the last time you saw Y/N eat? Like, like a full meal.”

“Um…” Sam’s voice came out surprised and hesitant. “No.” Realization hit him. “No, I don’t. Dean, what’s going on?”

“I don’t think she’s eating. Ephraim…Ephraim tried to kill her.”

“I thought you said he only killed people who were…” Sam swallowed. “Who were really broken up, right?”

“Yeah.” Dean stopped packing long enough to clench and unclench his fist. “Yeah. She’s suffering, Sam, and we didn’t even know it. She stopped eating and we didn’t see.”

“Dean…” Dean heard Sam’s deep breath through the phone. “I’m…I’m gonna do some research while you get here. Try and talk to her on the ride home, ok? Maybe…we’ve gotta help her, Dean.”

“I know. We’ll be back in a couple hours.” Dean hung up, taking a deep breath. “Ok,” he said to himself, zipping up his bag and slinging it over his shoulder. He stopped in his tracks when he saw a picture in the middle of the floor. He stooped to pick it up—it was Mary, when she wasn’t much older than you. Dean tucked it into his back pocket. “Ok.”

…

“Hey kid,” Dean greeted as he tossed his bag in the back. Your knees were pulled up to your chest, and you didn’t acknowledge him.

Dean let silence reign as he started up the Impala and headed down the road—he couldn’t force you to talk.

“I just wanted to look like her,” you said suddenly, your head resting against your knees.

Dean turned his head to look at you. “What?”

“Mom. I don’t look like her. She was such a good hunter, and I just wanted to be like that.”

“Kiddo—“ Dean’s voice caught. “Kid, you don’t have to look like her to be a good hunter.”

“But I can’t keep up with you.” You sniffled. “I thought if I looked like her…I could keep up with you.”

“When we were your age, we couldn’t have kept up with us,” Dean argued. “Besides, this isn’t…you don’t become a better hunter by starving yourself, kid.”

Dean watched out of the corner of his eye as your fingers clenched on your jeans, bunching up the fabric before you let it go. When you spoke, your voice was barely above a whisper.

“I don’t know how to stop.”

Dean forced himself to breathe through the pain, taking a moment before offering you a strong smile.

“That’s what we’re here for, kid. Me and Sammy are gonna help you.”

…

“Hey.” Sam’s hug when you stepped into the bunker was surprising and long. You heard Dean’s huff from behind you, but Sam ignored him.

“Hi.” Your greeting was muffled against Sam’s jacket, and he finally pulled away.

“Ok, so um, I’ve been doing some research, so I’ll show you what I got.” Sam reached behind him, picking up printouts from the internet. “I have a list of foods that are supposed to help, and um, I also made up a schedule—that’s supposed to make it easier—and if there’s any specific food you want me to pick up when I go out you can tell me. Or hey, you can just come with me and pick stuff out and—“

“Hey, dude,” Dean cut in with another huff. “I told you not to freak her out about this.”

“I’m not freaking her out!” Sam’s eyes went back to you. “Wait, am I freaking you out?”

“Um…” you picked at your hands. “It…it’s a lot…”

“We’ll start out small,” Dean insisted. “You want some toast?”

“Bread is good,” Sam piped up, holding up one of the research pages.

“Toast sounds good.” Your lips twitched up even as your eyes filled with tears.

“Hey, ok.” Dean’s arms were around you suddenly. “You got this, ok? We’re right here to help you.”

“Ok,” you sniffled.

Dean pulled away. “Ok. Now let’s get you something to eat, and then Sam can freak you out about everything he read.”

Sam opened his mouth, then closed it.

“I think I can do that,” you sniffled.

“I know you can.” Dean grinned. “Oh, hey—“ Dean reached into his back pocket and pulled out your picture of Mary. “This is yours.” You took it with a shaky hand, and when you looked back up Dean was bending down to stare into your eyes. “Hey. You’re just as pretty as mom. And she…she would want you to take care of yourself, ok? And so would dad. And so do we. Kapeesh?”

You threw your arms around Dean.

“Kapeesh,” you told him.

“Ok.” Dean pulled away, reaching up and brushing a stray tear off your face. “Now let’s go get that toast.”

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[nuninho2000]

what's your opinion to all weasleys?

Well , let's start with the parents:

Arthur: I like Arthur, i really enjoy his fascination with everything related to Muggles, it reminds of those kinds of scientists, explorers and collectors on whatever are things found in Nature and then takes home with observing and studying , he's a great role model father that is caring, understanding but can be put his kids in their place when enough is enough and his relationship with Harry and Hermione and the way he takes care and watches over then is really underrated

Molly : I like Molly too , she's the definition of what a realistic mother looks like , she's not a perfect mother but always is trying her best and what's her kids to shine and have success especially in school, sure she can be a nag sometimes with her overprotective side but she is the best mother than you could ask for , in some ways she reminds my own mom and the way she welcomed Harry and show he's part of the family is good

Bill : I like him , he's a very cool old brother that has a cool job and is that kind of brother that everyone loves and the brothers friends look up to , he's a good looking and stylish guy that is patient and helpful, i love his relationship with Fleur and i think are great pair

Charlie: he's the Weasley sibling that we have less showing but just like Bill we can see that people love him especially his teammates from Quidditch like Oliver Wood , his work with dragons always fascinated me because i love dragons and the thought of him working on dangerous job is really badass

Percy; unpopular opinion but i like Percy's character arc and appreciate his development from a snobbish person and is a student role model who is ambitious and wants more , his ambition got the better of him and act really bad during book 5 the way he spoke to his father and how he was ashamed of him , ignoring his mother Christmas present was out of line, to be honest I don't blame him that much for not trusting Harry because despite knowing him they don't get along but the main reason why Percy sided with the ministry was because of the promotion and his ambition got the better of him and when was finally reveal that Voldemort returned and Harry was right all along his pride didn't make go apologise to his family and he had it coming when his siblings ignored him and twins and Ginny throwing food at him but i was really he came around in the end and finally apologised, made amends and fought in the battle of Hogwarts side his family

Fred Weasley : smart person and was a talented wizard that was a great duo with twin brother George, his death was really sad not only because he died next with Percy when everything was alright between them and the fact he died with a smile is heartbreaking and fitting his character

George Weasley: I like him , i think in terms of personality i like him more than his brother Fred , he's a great mastermind and was the best Quidditch player among the twins, i love how protective he is with Harry especially in book 2 when Harry said he would do anything to get the golden snitch and even got mad at Oliver for it , along with Ginny consolidated Ron when he thought his rat was killed

I find it so relatable he gave his pass away brother's name to his son because my name is a tribute to my dead uncle that i didn't know but from the people that knew him said he was a wonderful person

Ron : he's my favourite Weasley character and one of the characters i like the most in the series and he's in my top 10 HP favourite characters, he's brave , funny, smart, passionate, loyal, lovely person and a character that i have a ton of respect for .

He's the best friend that any person likes to have and the best friend and company that someone like Harry and Hermione should have , without him the Golden Trio wouldn't be complete and we readers couldn't have a better person to show us how the Wizarding World works .

Ginny: the lovely girl who conquered the heart of our beloved protagonist and his soulmate.

What can i say about Ginny? The shy girl that wasn't exactly shy had a good growth throughout the series and showed how brave and reckless she could be by fighting against the possession of a memory of Tom Riddle with 11 years old and hang on until it became inevitable, fought against her own trauma, had many friends, was popular, become a Quidditch player which was dream considering that use to practice without her brothers consenting and notice but the peak was when her wishes and dreams became real when the love of her life and soulmate kiss her in front of many people and started dating, unfortunately and was necessary she understood when Harry broke up with her not because he stopped loving her but to protect her .

With Harry, Ron and Hermione haunting for Horcruxs she alongside Neville and Luna restarted the DA and fought against the Carrow and tried to steal the sword of Gryffindor and fought in the battle of Hogwarts .

After the battle she and Harry rapidly started dating again, got married and had 3 wonderful kids and she realised her dream of becoming a Quidditch player for 4 years and then started to write about sports after retirement.

I love the Weasley family, what's not like, right?

[fuck-you-upmusicbracket]

For Good (Wicked)

It well may be/That we will never meet again/In this lifetime/So let me say before we part/So much of me Is made of what I learned from you/You'll be with me/Like a handprint on my heart

"I'm graduating high school in a few weeks and this is really sums up how it feels to be leaving the theatre department. these people have changed me for good"

Sunlight (Hozier)

All the tales the same/Told before and told again/A soul that's born in cold and rain/Knows sunlight, sunlight, sunlight/And at last can grant a name/To a buried and a burning flame/As love and its decisive pain/Oh, my sunlight, sunlight, sunlight

But whose heart would not take flight/Betray the moon as acolyte/On first and fierce affirming sight of/Sunlight, sunlight, sunlight/I had been lost to you, sunlight/And flew like a moth to you, sunlight, oh, sunlight/Oh, your love is sunlight

"I come down with the shivers and start hyperventilating when i hear this song and it makes me want to go outside which is the scariest part"

"I'm not gonna go full infodump here but this song is Peak Vash and Nicholas D. Wolfwood from Trigun-- specifically Nick's feelings towards Vash. Vash's (literal) evil twin brother Knives hired (read: threatened to eradicate the orphanage he kidnapped Nick from as a child if he didn't do what he was told) Nick to act as bodyguard for Vash and guide him to where Knives wants him to go so he can manipulate him for his own gain. Like, he chose the name Knives. This bitch is crazy beyond crazy but this ain't about him. Nick starts out 100% willing to guide Vash like a lamb to slaughter because he HAS to for the orphanage, and this is just some random guy he doesn't know or care about. But then he gets to know Vash, how good of a person he is despite the shit the world (and Knives) has put him through. How he'd rather risk his own life and health than kill another person because he believes he doesn't get to make that choice for people. And despite being someone who'd rather shoot first, pray for them after, Nick starts trying to wound rather than kill just because Vash doesn't like it. It puts them both at risk and he fusses and argues about it and still kills sometimes but he tries anyways. Eventually he decides that he'll do what he can to protect Vash from Knives without provoking him to destroy the orphanage. He ends up caring about him deeply against his own will to the point that his idea of Eden would be to live with Vash and their friends in a peaceful world where none of them have to fight and die. In the manga, Nick's dying request is to see Vash smile again- the genuine smile that he's complimented every time he's seen it. Vash can't give him that, because he knows Nick would see that it was a forced smile. Instead, he just sits with him until he dies. Afterwards, Vash kills willingly for the first time in his entire life (over 150 years. He's not human btw) in order to protect Nick's childhood friend Livio. He wouldn't just do that for just any friend or ally, no, that was out of love. Love so strong he could go against his own mother's teachings that all life matters and people don't get to choose when a life ends, the thing that has kept Vash pacifist all these years, to keep someone that mattered to Nick alive. So while Nick never knew that Vash cared for him the same way he did him, the fact matters that he does."

[mogamuncher]

Chapter I: The Heroine and the Knight

“Whatever horrors you may find in these dark spaces, have heart and see them through. There are no premature endings. There are no wrong decisions. There are only fresh perspectives and new beginnings.”

“This is a love story.”

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Chapter I: The Heroine and the Knight

You are on a path in the woods. And at the end of that path, is a cabin. And in the basement of that cabin, is a knight. You are here to slay him. If you don't, it will be the end of the world.

Quite predictably, you tilt your head in confusion at such words, uncomprehending, despite how clearly and easily it was explained. "What do you mean? How is he going to end the world?"

It doesn't matter how he will end the world, all that matters is that he's going to do it. Rather, it matters that you are going to stop it, preferably by slaying him. There should be no need for you to ponder on unnecessary details outside of that.

Though such sensible words were spoken, you look on forward at the path with a confused and bumbling expression, as if concerned.

"So he's reaaaaally scary?"

No, he's a normal knight.

. . .

At that, you somehow become even more confused.

"But then. . . Isn't it really bad? To kill a knight like that?"

Obviously, you wasted your breath to ask a simply idiotic question, one that is frankly just to be expected coming from the likes of you. In the first place, what does it matter that you're killing a knight specifically? Is this your sad attempt to be a moralist? There's nothing more inherently wrong with killing a knight than it is to kill a blacksmith or a tailor, in fact it would be more morally sound to kill the knight, as he theoretically would be the most fair to fight, being able to defend himself.

"Eeh? Still though. . ."

There's really nothing else to discuss here, you're wasting the time of both me and everyone else in this world, the longer you take to slay that knight the more you put the rest of the world at risk. Do you want to be the reason that the world ends?

"N-No! Obviously not! I'd never want something so horrible!" You protested with a pathetic squeak, sounding vaguely like a mouse that's being stomped on.

Then stop dilly dallying and go to the cabin, the world depends on you, unfortunately.

Eventually you come to your senses and do just that, walking along the path in the silent still forest, until you see a hill. Of course, atop that hill there sat the cabin, a seemingly normal wooden structure of fairly small size.

Now, before you go in, here's a word of warning;

He will lie, he will cheat, and he will do anything to make sure you don't slay him. Don't believe a word he says.

Voice of the Noble: [Not that I would willingly doubt another's good intentions, however, haven't you simply been too biased this whole time?]

"That's exactly what I was thinking! I mean, we haven't even met him yet. . . There's no reason to mistrust him like this."

Truly, even ugliness has a limit, why would you let yourself be swayed by any old voice that speaks in your brain?

"Eh? But," You tilted your head, a puppy-ish display of confusion. "Isn't that what you are also?"

Voice of the Noble: [Indeed. There is nothing that should make you any more reliable than me.]

Regardless, you should hurry to the cabin anyways, and hopefully you'll do so ignoring any stray noise from a certain disembodied voice.

Voice of the Noble: [Ah, she completely gave up in answering me, after all. . .]

Voice of the Noble: [Even so, we should refrain from making any judgements until we meet said knight.]

Nodding your head to agree with said certain disembodied voice, you finally decided to walk towards the cabin, soon stepping inside and closing the door behind you.

The cabin itself was small and old, ordinary in every sense of the word, with the only real furniture of note being a small wooden table with a small blade perched atop of it. Said blade is your implement, it would be rather difficult to slay the knight without it.

. . . But even knowing so, your hand hesitated slightly as you reached out to the blade, before it fully dropped to your side, limp—— Pray tell, what exactly are you waiting for?

"Well, I agree with the other voice, I want to talk with that knight before I do something as drastic a slaying him! I would feel awful if I hurt him over something as silly as a misunderstanding."

There are no misunderstandings to be had there though, he's going to end the world you foolish girl, what's there for you to not understand?

"Even so! I want to talk to him first, and it would be reaaaaally difficult to do that if I came in while holding a knife. What if he gets scared of me?"

Voice of the Noble: [Admittedly, it would be difficult to have civil conversation with anyone if they were holding a weapon—much more so if they were there with the specific purpose of ending you.]

"See? He understands!"

You two are incorrigible.

Voice of the Noble: [For some reason, I can almost picture her disgusted face right now.]

"Eh, me too. . ."

Ugh.

Well, leaving your only weapon alone because of your own incredibly foolish reasoning, you stepped forward, face to face with the door to the basement. Taking a deep breath to steel your own nerves, you went inside.

Creeeak.

The wood groaned underneath your feet as you slowly went down the stairs. Dark and forgotten, the wood was a bit dusty, the walls narrow in relation to the staircase, this place was as claustrophobic as it was simple. If the knight truly lives here, slaying him would be doing him a favor.

But your sightseeing was soon interrupted by a voice carrying up the stairs. It was curious, light, airy, a bit playful. It was as if the person speaking was a cheerful sort of friendly, the type of person that carelessly treated serious situations with casualness.

"Hellooo? Is someone there? I sure hope it's not another doom flag. . . Being chained here is already enough of a stain in my pride as it is!"

Voice of the Noble: [He sounds. . . Nice. Perhaps a bit too callous considering the situation he is in, but he does not at all sound like a threat.]

That's what he wants you to think, anyhow. What, are you really letting him get to your head this quickly?

"But he really did sound friendly though." You protested, annoyingly so.

Voice of the Noble: [. . .]

Voice of the Noble: [Undoubtedly, your narration is beyond biased.]

Regardless, you keep walking down the stairs, until you finally reach the basement.

That's when you see him, The Knight;

With short slicked back hair black as the starless sky, equally as dark owlish eyes, he was dressed in armour that was only a bit dirty despite his time in the basement, a side cape surrounding him as he fumbled it with his hands. A single shackle and chain was wrapped around his wrist, whole another stayed vacant on the wall near him. He was sitting down, seeing you walk in.

The knight himself stopped to stare up at you, blinking once and twice, before he shook his head rather suddenly. His face split into a friendly grin then, he waved in your direction, the chain clanking loudly as he did so.

"Hey there! You're new—well I guess anyone would be new, since I don't have any visitors at all—but hey are you here to save me? Ah, I would be happy if that was case, but somehow my heart still aches at the thought of being casted as the damsel here. This is just too disheartening, you know?"

At his unending friendly chatter, you balk slightly, taking a step back, you reply rather eloquently:

"E-Eh?"

Hm, indeed, riveting.

Voice of the Noble: [Oh give us a break, we did not expect for the Knight to be so. . . Spirited.]

Oh? And here I thought it was your decision to simply talk to him before taking any action, should you not have been prepared for said Knight to have a eccentric personality at the least, then? I mean, you were told he was going to destroy the world, after all.

Voice of the Noble: [That is different. The problem is not that he's unapproachable, rather, it's the opposite.]

So you've been stumped because the Knight you're supposed to slay is actively cheerful? What kind of heroine lets herself be swayed by such things?

"Uhhh, hey, are you just going to stare at me?" The Knight asked, having finally stopped talking, staring at you with a slightly nervous expression.

He patted the spot right in front of him, as if goading her to come close to him.

"Well it's awkward to talk to anyone from so far away. So, c'mon! Sit here with me, it's been ages since I've had a tete-a-tete with anyone."

Voice of the Noble: [Despite his eccentricity, I see no harm in us sitting down to talk with him. After all, simply slaying a knight without any reason would be awfully unbecoming of us.]

"I don't know what a teytey-ah-teytey is, but of course, I'll sit with you."

Saying that, you foolishly walked closer to the chained up man, sitting down in front of him. He opened his mouth to say something, but right before he could utter a single word you beat him to it, extending your arm out with your finger raised, as if making an addendum.

"Make no mistake, this is not me choosing to believe in you right away. This is for my own benefit, because I don't like being in the dark about things."

Despite your stern tone, his smile only seemed to gain a rather genuine edge to it, though he nodded gravely.

"Of course, of course."

"This is an interrogation, I want to know your real intentions, so I need you to be honest with me."

"Understood, you'll get nothing out of my mouth that isn't the full truth, 100%, 1000% even!"

"Thank you for agreeing. In that case, please tell me your name!"

With that, the Knight stopped. Growing pensive, he scratched at his head as if trying to recollect something, before he sprung up with a snap of his fingers. He got up suddenly, startling you, making a ridiculous pose as he just his hip out and pointed towards the basement ceiling.

"I am 「The Knight」, I'm broke and clueless beyond compare! In fact, I'm so clueless that I have no idea what my actual name is. For that, you can just call me 「Knight」 or 「The Knight」 for now!"

"My, when you put it like that you do sound utterly hopeless! Still, it's nice to meet you, mister Knight."

"Hearing anyone call me like that feels extremely awkward," He rubbed the back of his neck, sitting back down on the ground in front of you. "It sounds like I'm someone's dad. Please have mercy, I'm still young. . . I think."

Voice of the Noble: [Shouldn't he at least know his own age? Or his name, for that matter?]

Indeed, he should. Do you not find that odd?

You say as much, anyhow. "It is strange though. . . You don't remember your name, or how old you are?"

The Knight shook his head, seeming oddly sheepish again.

"Not at all. For all I know I have just been stuck here this whole time."

"And how long have you been here?"

"Ah, well. . . I don't know."

You tilted your head, confused, he scrambled to explain himself, the chain flying with his hurried arm movements.

"I just——! I lost count if how long I've been here, okay??? It's not like I have a clock y'know? It could've been days, or months, or years, or five minutes, I wouldn't know!"

Voice of the Noble: [That sounds inhumane!]

And why do you say that? Have you ever thought that perhaps he deserved such treatment? After all for someone that's said to be a bringer of an actual apocalypse, mere imprisonment is actually a light punishment, no?

Voice of the Noble: [And what is even being punished here? As far as I am aware, we are still here and so are you, so he hasn't even done anything wrong yet!]

Yet. Besides, does he need to do something bad to face consequences when his future actions are already known? He can only end the world once, knowing that, shouldn't those that live in said world have the right to get rid of him at once the minute they know what he'll do? It's simple prevention of a future issue, is all.

Voice of the Noble:[So you're keeping an innocent man in captivity.]

Yes. After all, said innocent man will soon become non-innocent, at least that is if you won't slay him. If not to save the actual world, then at least end him for the sake of helping to retain that innocent, after all, who wouldn't want to die wholly blameless?

Voice of the Noble: [Hgk——! That. . .]

"That is horrible!" You protested out loud, which the Knight in front of you nodded, clearly misunderstanding it as a response to his earlier complaints.

"That's what I've been saying! Couldn't they at least have given me some books? A TV? A sewing kit? Even just a deck of Uno would be fine at this point!"

While the Knight listed off several nonsensical things that you had no clue about, still, you smiled at him. Perhaps his cheerful attitude despite his imprisonment has moved you.

Either way, you move on with your faux interrogation, pointlessly extracting information from someone you'll inevitably have to slay either way.

"Someone told me that you're going to end the world, is that true?"

"Eeeeh? Well, that's news to me! In the first place, I would find it difficult to end even a single fly if I wasn't chained up. How am I supposed to end the world?"

"In that case, mister Knight, what would you do if you got out of here?"

"I dunno. . . I would like to see the stars in the night sky, I think. I can't help but feel like I haven't seen them in so long. . . Truly, seeing them again, is what I want to do."

"If someone like me were to free you. . . You wouldn't try to hurt me?"

"Not at all! In fact I would be eternally grateful and would thank you a million times over. I'll let you know I can show my gratitude just fine, Heroine-tan!"

At his odd words, you pause, looking at him in incredulity.

"What did you just call me?" You asked, and the Knight shrugged.

"Well, if you're talking about freeing me, then I can only assume you're the fated rescuer that'll sweep me off my feet and away from here. Since you're a very beautiful girl, who's rescuing me so heroically, "Heroine" is the perfect name to refer to you by!"

Your cheeks flush, stuttering a bit, your response gets cut short by him continuing his tirade.

"The "tan" is just a term of endearment, it's a nickname from me to you. You give those to the people you think fondly of."

"You think fondly of me?! We just—— We met today!"

"And you're the first person I've seen in so long. . . Sorry, but you did end my loneliness, even if for just a single moment. I think fondly of that."

You stare at him after that, and he blushes, averting his gaze, he scratched his cheek idly.

"Though with you staring at me like that," He said, bashfully looking back at you. "I can't help but feel like my maidenly feelings are at risk here."

Voice of the Noble: [. . . Maidenly feelings?]

He's speaking in complete nonsense. Like I said, it is pointless to converse with him, you will have to kill him either way.

Even so, your will seems to only steel further. Your hands shoot up and grasp the Knight's own, he blinked at you, flushed and shocked, ugly eyes somehow a bit softer.

"I have decided, mister Knight," You say, your annoying voice surprisingly even. "I will free you from this place. We are both getting out of here."

He gasps, and you can almost see something light up in his dark eyes.

"You really mean it? You'll save me?"

"I will. I promise."

Indeed, promises mean a lot to you, don't they?

Voice of the Noble: [Good. This boy is clearly innocent, and should not have to suffer here alone. Anyone with a conscience would see it fit to rescue him.]

Even after all my warnings, it seems impossible for either of you to gain a single bit of common sense. . .

Voice of the Noble: [You say that, but the entire time that you have been describing him you have not once antagonized him. At least not how you do to us.]

. . . Well, I'm not one to misinterpret things, anyhow. He will end the world, but if personal feelings were to get involved, then I could easily say that prefer him overall.

Voice of the Noble: [Oh, is that so?]

"I'll need something to open this with," You say, tugging on the chain holding the Knight prisoner. You get up and start walking to the basement stairs, thinking of searching for a key on the first floor.

Thump.

Unluckily for you, however, the door atop of the stairs simply closed on their own, locking both you and the Knight there. You're not leaving this basement until you've slain him, I fear.

. . .

You pout, rather childishly may I add, putting your hands on your hips like a scorned mother.

"Aren't you being to hard on poor mister Knight? He's a reaaaaally good boy, you should let him go!"

While yes, The Knight is a very good boy, you must understand the predicament we are all in at the moment. He will end the world. That is everything there is and ever will be, he will be the downfall of everything to ever exist. No matter how good he is as a person, nothing can ever change that fact. He must he slain, for the good everyone else. It's the right thing to do.

Voice of the Noble: [That's hardly true, he seems perfectly average. How is a single normal human person going to end the world?]

He just is, what's there to not understand?

Voice of the Noble: [That is not an explanation!]

It's the only explanation you're getting.

"Ah, did they lock you in here too?" The Knight spoke, having heard the door close from his spot on the floor. "Damn, that's ruthless. I think we both could kick down the door if we tried together though. . . I just need to get out of here."

Hearing the clanking of him tugging at his own restraints, you turn around and go back to him, where he's glaring at his shackled wrist like it had personally wronged him.

"Damnit, I just need to get rid of this one chain, I can't even pick the lock since there isn't one! I just. . ."

You see the exact moment that an idea seems to come to him, his face lights up and he grins, giving you mildly sheepish smile, he warns you. "Say, I got an idea, but I think you might want to look away for this, it's going to get ugly."

You nod, but don't look away at all, staring at him in curiosity.

Voice of the Noble: [Just what is he going to do, exactly?]

He takes a deep breath, as if to steel his own resolve, the Knight looks down at his wrist with pure determination in his eyes.

"C'mon, aren't you a knight? This is another step to the freedom of Heroine-tan and yourself!"

After giving himself a pep talk, the Knight finally shows exactly what his "idea" was.

The black haired man dug into his own wrist with his teeth, gnawing at the skin, pulling until he was tearing through it, his canine teeth shredded through the meat as he seemed to be filled with a feral sort of ambition, clearly aiming to eventually get to the bone. Oh dear, I can no longer watch this.

Voice of the Noble: [Dear Od, stop him! This is horrible, he's hurting himself——!]

Just as the sound of steel clattering to the floor sounded out in the background, you bopped him on the head, making him detach his mouth from his wrist with a undignified yelp.

"Ow! Hey——!"

"Mister Kniiiight you dunderhead! Don't hurt yourself like that, that's terrible!"

"Eh? Dunderhead? Who even says that anymore?" He said, as you gently grabbed his brutalized wrist, lips still stained with his own blood. "Also, how else am I going to get out of here? I don't see any keys nearby, and it's much better to only lose a hand than to stay here!"

Saying that, you look back to see the pristine blade from the first floor, now sitting here in the basement floor with you, that must've been what the sound from earlier was.

Voice of the Noble: [And I must assume that this was your doing?]

. . .

Perhaps.

Seeing the blade, you go retrieve it, coming back to the Knight with it in hand, you extended out hand for him to give you his wrist.

"If that is the case. . . Then please, let me do it like this, I just don't want you to hurt yourself. . ."

He stared up at young again, something meaningful passing through his eyes, however it is fleeting, passing you by before you can properly grasp it.

"Mm, so it seems like Heroine-tan is too kind, after all." With a fond smile, he gives you his injured and bleeding wrist, you hold it like its the finest of all porcelain.

And so, you do. You carefully use your blade to first cut through flesh, then you cut through bone. Through it all he simply stays still, at first looking at what you were doing, until you gently guided his head with your hand, tilting his gaze to stay on your face so he wouldn't see such a grisly sight.

Though by the end it didn't seem like he needed such tender care, as he easily separated the severed hand from the rest of his arm, laying it down on the ground as he got up, finally free from the chain. His smile, however, indicated that he appreciated it, at least.

"Thank you."

You held on to his remaining hand, squeezing tight, somehow it seems like severing his hand shook you up more than it did him.

Voice of the Noble: [It is only natural, anyone would feel sick at having to do such a thing to rescue someone. Still, it is truly remarkable of him to not react at all, it was his hand in the first place.]

Exactly, is it not suspicious? How he didn't blink at all when his hand was cut off? How he immediately jumped into mauling himself to get out?

Voice of the Noble: [He is a knight, staying clear headed in life or death situations is to be expected. And while it was. . . Distasteful. . . It was necessary, in his perspective, to get us all out of here.]

Your ability to wear rose tinted glasses truly astounds me.

"Now, let's go kick that door down!" With more self confidence than before, he led the way towards the door, letting go of your hand for a single moment as he went to a surefire way out——

I am not letting you do this.

Both of your hands grip your blade tight, bringing it up as he turns his back to you.

Voice of the Noble: [What?! You can't—— You can't just do that!]

Oh but you will find that I very much can, in fact, I will.

Your hands go up, one smooth downwards motion is all you need——

"Mister Knight, dodge!"

——But you still find it in yourself to warn him, making him jolt fowards, as your blade narrowly misses him. Stop making this harder than it needs to be, foolish girl, I am trying to save the world.

Voice of the Noble: [You are making us do things against our will!]

I am making you do your job.

Still, despite the irrationality of your actions, your hand grips the wrist of the hand that was still yielding the blade, trembling, you hold yourself back as the Knight turns to look at you, his expression one of melancholy and understanding.

"Oh, this isn't you. . . You're trying so hard to help me, aren't you?"

He walked up to your shaky form, gently taking the blade from your unsteady hand as you let him, unbelievable.

Looking at you, he already seems to be mourning something.

An intrinsic understanding passes over you both, he seems to know what is the only way to resolve this, and you seem to agree, giving him a timid nod, resolute in keeping your promise.

"For what it's worth," He smiled, it looked like he was near tears. "I really liked you."

He breathes in, and sighs.

And then he stabs your chest.

. . .

But you do not die, not yet.

For a knight, he seems to have missed the mark of where your heart is, you stayed alive even if in pain. The Knight winced, taking the blade out, he tried again, a stab.

He missed again, you are still alive.

"I. . . I am so sorry."

Again. He misses.

"I'm sorry!'

Again again again again gain——!

"Sorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorry I'M SORRY!"

Eventually it all becomes too much, you collapse to the floor in a death by a thousand of paper cuts, slowly bleeding out as the Knight looks down at your body. He drops the blade, tears starting to run down his bloodied face, his blood is sure to mixed with your in there now.

Voice of the Noble: [Not it can't be. . . This can't be the end!]

I am afraid that it is.

"I wish. . . I really wanted you to. . ."

Crying softly as he kneeled next to you, the last thing you can feel is his hand holding onto yours, his fingers intertwining with your own. For a knight, his hand is oddly soft.

Thes last thing you hear is him as well, his mournful sobs and his whispered confession.

". . . Save me."

Everything goes dark, and you die.

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AN: Whew, that really was something, huh?

Uhhh yeah hi this post is way out of what I usually do around here, but I had been itching to write something about this au, sooo i did this!

Ok ok so like, let me give you a bit of Author's Commentary™ on this:

The formatting was the biggest hurdle, as translating the Slay the Princess style of storytelling into text is a bit difficult. I settled on writing in second person and having the literal story narration be the Narrator/Echidna talking, that way I won't need to both have Echidna talking as if she's narrating and also another actual text narrator. For all the times that Dona is in the story, she's both herself and the actual storytelling device.

For the voices, as you can see I'm going for something similar to what they do in the novel (inspired by me reading the witch cult translations in preparation to writing this fic) because it's easier to keep track of. For now you guys only get to meet Julius, but this will eventually get real messy

Emilia and Subaru are the only characters who actually talk with quotation marks, so I went absolutely ham in pacing their dialogue, especially since I didn't need to give descriptors of who is talking all the time! I tried to make their interactions fun and charming like I'm the series, but I have no clue if I managed to capture their vibes.

The real Re:Zero curse is to be absolutely obsessed enough to read the novels over and over, but to still have no fucking clue how to write any of these characters, please help me, I am in great pain

Also yes I absolutely made that last "save me" to parallel to the end of the first loop in arc 1, this is actually a bit of a role swap in a way, since Emilia is always in a position where she can die for and save Subaru

Anyhow, please tell me what y'all think, I'll prolly keep posting chapters of this Au here until I eventually gain enough courage to post it all on AO3. Most of all, tell me if y'all want chapter 2 (AKA: The Damsel)

See ya!

[thenexusofsouls]

"Yeah, it would be wild... in all the wrong ways," Wade said. "Better that, though, I guess, than... than losin' your kid entirely..." And just like that, he had kindof a moment with himself. His head shook a little as he tried to get rid of the thought. What would his and Rose's kid been like? Would she even have let him be a part of its life? If Crenshaw had lived, would Rose have wanted to raise the kid with him instead? He'd never know... 'cause Crenshaw, Rose, and the baby were all dead because of his catastrophic failure as a leader and a friend. Wade cleared his throat awkwardly. "Anyway..." he whispered.

"I'm definitely not the ideal candidate for 'dad,' that's for sure. I guess it couldn't hurt to try at some point, but... not with my life the way it is now. I don't wanna be the reason my kid grows up angry at the world because he had a shitty childhood, you know? It's a big deal, bein' a parent. If I don't think I can do it right, then I'm not gonna do it," Wade said firmly. That it was important to him was plain to see.

Wade felt so badly for Rockland. Clearly, he was a great kid. Good head on his shoulders. Some issues, but all good kids had a sprinkling of those. To hear him say he kept messing up all the time made Wade sad, because that wasn't coming from him, it was coming from someone who kept telling him that. "Sounds like a problem with whoever's sayin' that, not you. So what if you keep messin' up? Mistakes are important in life, man. That's how people learn things. That's how we find out what not to do, and how not to conduct ourselves. Every kid makes mistakes and screws things up, they're still learnin' shit. If someone keeps harpin' on that like it's somehow unacceptable or somethin' out of the ordinary, sounds like their hang up, not yours."

He knew well, though, how powerless kids were sometimes to help themselves. They only had so much agency and then it was up to the parents, the guardians, the relatives, etc. to be the teachers and protectors. If those people dropped the ball or were abusive, kids couldn't do much about that most often. "I'm sorry," he said. "I'd say you could come stay with me, but I think that's call child abduction in most states," he said by way of a little levity, since the boy looked so downtrodden. "But hey... I'm probably gonna stick around in this city for a while. If you ever need help, you need a place to stay overnight, you need a little cash to get by... you can always ask me, okay? It won't fix everything, I know, but maybe it'll take the edge off to know you've got a safety net, right?"

Wade let Rockland look at the photo as long as he wanted before putting it back into his wallet. "Yeah, they were. They were really good people who didn't deserve to die like that," Wade said stoically. "That photo was as painful as it was somethings he could never part with.

He tried his best to answer the boy's question without getting too dark again. "Yeah, I had the most experience out of all of 'em. We uh... Sometimes when you go after bail jumpers, things get ugly. They run, they fight back, sometimes there's guns or knives or explosives involved, so we had our own weapons and tactical gear and all that. We functioned like a military unit, and I was like their officer. Ronnie and me, we were actually retired military, so we had more formal training, and we helped make sure everybody else knew how to use all the weapons and equipment, everybody understood the laws and what we were allowed to do, all that stuff. I researched the jobs, I made the plans, and out in the field, I gave the orders, and everybody had their part. Sometimes time and safety were an issue, so we had to be a well-oiled machine, you know? And we were, I thought. 'Til I went and fucked it all up. They did what I said, no questions asked. I demanded it of 'em. I ran a tight ship. And I got 'em all killed."

"Opera? Get the hell outta here, what're you talkin' about, opera..." Wade said, laughing more. "Do I look like I'd belt out an aria to you? Nah, man, I'm all about rock. Classic rock, that's where it's at. What about you, what kinda music're you into?"

When Rockland whipped out his own family photograph, Wade nodded. "Nice. Is that you in there?" he asked, pointing to the woman's belly. "That's nice that you carry that with you like that. It's important to remember loved ones. It keeps us grounded, right? It's not good to go around with your head stuck in the clouds." He'd meant that as a real sentiment, but then, feeling things were getting a bit heavy, he tried to lighten the mood once more. "Foggy clouds in your face... gettin' rained on... every now and then a migratin' goose flies at your head, you get hit upside the head with goose ass, it's just not good to keep your head up there."

Well that caught their attention alright. A middle finger had shot into the air, directed at a group of teens across the street who were hovering by a Duncan Donuts long closed for the night. The boy beneath the hoodie, propelling said finger, sneered. Just like that, the group of five moved towards him, the tallest, Shacks, sauntering forward with an irritating air of confidence. And to think, there'd been a time when Rockland had thought he was cool.

"You can't seriously blame us, Rocky." He looked to the others with cruel amusement, "It was a prank, get a sense of hum-" Too busy searching for the favour of his crew, he'd missed the draw of the younger teen's fist before it met his cheek.

"Prank my ass, I could've been arres-oof." Rockland was tackled by Archie, the smallest of the bunch, who was about a head shorter than he was, but kinda stalky for his age, and with the element of surprise on his side. Cane clattering out of hand, and across the sidewalk, the lanky teen scraped across the pavement, electric pain radiating up from his tailbone. He caught the breath that had been knocked out of him just in time to catch the thump of a fist to the nose in return. - For Wade

Wade didn't know what to make of this city yet. He'd only been here a couple days and was still trying to get his bearings. It wasn't a bad city, he thought, just cold. Just... really cold when you're alone, like all cities are. Nevertheless, Wade did some hunting and stocked up on other supplies, always wanting to stay on the move. That's how he got jobs, and that's how he kept sane.

Tonight had been quiet enough so far... that is until he heard sounds of a fight. But a fight... between kids? Was he hearing this right? Wade made his way toward the sounds, and sure enough, some kids whose parents were absent and whose bedtimes must be fast-approaching were going at it. Or rather, several kids were beating up on one unfortunate one.

"Hey! Come on, cut it out, what the hell're you guys doin'?!" Wade yelled, hoping to scatter the bullies. "You know better than this, get off him! Don't make me call the cops!" he said, watching as they all scattered... save for one. Wade knelt down beside the boy lying on the ground. "Hey, buddy, you okay?" he asked gently.

[ellenchain]

Nothing special, I’m still practicing with my iPad but I needed to draw him again

And I need to remind everyone that he would look stunning with long hair

(in my humble opinion)

(jk I’m not humble I’m right)

[triglycercule]

instead of nightmare approaching horror to recruit him for the gang i think it would be cooler if he talked to undyne about it. because she would not hesitate TWICE to ship horror off to fuck knows where in the multiverse

like booo booo boring horror would never cooperate and agree to join nightmare without him doing some extra work that he cant be bothered 2 do bc its doesn't benefit him enough 4 the effort put in. AND THAT METHOD DOESN'T EVEN GIVE HIM MORE NEGATIVITY!!!!! nonono the king deserves a show :3 so he goes to undyne who's the craziest of everyone in horrortale and yk yk does some stupid mind manipulation. maybe in exchange for horror he makes up some bullshit lie about how he could save alphys (is she even alive atp) or the rest of the underground and provide them food (like the same deal that nightmare WOULD offer horror) and undynes like 70x more fucked up than horror so of course she's accept in a heartbeat. shes the queen!!!! shes supposed to provide for her subjects (even tho shes kinda. erm. making them all suffer)!!!! and all it would take was a sacrifice of the guy she lowkey doesn't like??? undyne has more reason to accept a deal like that from nm than horror ever would. and it wouldnt be the first time she sacrificed horror anyways lol

idk she sends royal guards out to snatch up horror in the middle of the day (nightmare told her to make it dramatic and tense :3) (all of snowdin would probably follow in concern because OMG WHERE IS SANS GOING????) and then yeah. just like that horrors gone! nightmare probably didn't even give him a chance to say bye to paps. undyne never ends up getting the food nightmare promised because hes a bitchass like that (and papyrus probably ends up taking up the full leader role of food provider for snowdin (if undyne even lets snowdin stay out of her control) good luck for him!)

if horror had a nickel for everytime he got forced to be a sacrifice he'd have 2 nickels. which is actually 2 too much in his eye HES PISSED!!!!!! rightfully so become man ☹️ taken away from his world without even a choice or a reason (to his knowledge) or anything to benefit him??? and now hes STUCK in this disney movie castle with two freaks who look like him (what the FUCK) and then the most annoying THING he's ever had the misfortune of getting kidnapped by. he is in misery. it sucks. he IS infact bitter. if he ever came back to horrortale (which he literally would never get to without dying or losing his stolen eye) he would 500% commit anarchy and finally get rid of undynes annoying ass ‼️‼️

[ash-and-starlight]

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[twijfelaar]

My initial response maybe sounded rude, I apologize for that.

I agree that Vi would not have been able to do much for Zaunite liberation, she was too much like Vander and would have been too scared to lose her people.

I disagree with your take on Ekko, he has accomplished a lot with the limited resources he has. His people are thriving, and Silco might have done a lot for the liberation of Zaunites, but not all of them, a lot of them became victims of him as well.

I see Silco's liberation effort not as an effort to free his people, but to gain ultimate power over his people. (this is where we might differ in opinion)

If Ekko had been able to move freely in Zaun, without fear for his life, and tinker to his heart's content, he would have been able to lift Zaun up. Ekko managed to do all he does without Piltover's help, even Silco is taking money from piltover with his drug sales.

I feel like Zaun rallying behind Jinx in the second act is more a propaganda trick, and the show will let us know that rallying behind Jinx is not the way, like Piltover rallying behind Caitlyn is not the way either.

Jinx and Caitlyn feel like mirrors this season, and it is brilliant story telling.

Vi did not want to put on the enforcers suit, she didn't want to join them, she is very clear about this and Caitlyn understands this. The only reason Vi joins is that Caitlyn at the start of their mission wants to apprehend Jinx. But knows she probably won't be able to control herself because she is angry, she is traumatized, (don't forget Jinx kidnapped her and basically tortured her before killing her mom.) and she should definitely not have been the one to lead this mission btw

That is their original plan, it isn't until they hear from someone else that Jinx has truly lost it, they send the others away and go on alone. They have seen Jinx lose it once already, and it ended in a massacre.

Vi was supposed to keep Caitlyn from killing Jinx, but then Vi tells her to take the shot. (Caitlyn shooting the mirror image of Jinx is some nice visual storytelling here)

I don't think Vi's writing is abysmal, Vi does not know what to do in this world, she has no clue where she fits in, she feels lost, she feels responsible so if she can help one person who lost someone because of her, she will.

If that means putting on an enforcer uniform, she will. She does not care about herself at all, not when she has people counting on her.

Again, you don't need to read all this if you don't want, but I just like talking about this show because it is so good. And talking about it gives me more insights and ideas. And discussions are a good way for me to express why I feel this show is this good.

"Never thought mine would orphan kids" Jinx has only ever killed combatants and oppressors ._. Vi and Caitlyn and the writing want us to take Jinx's actions as morally wronf but she literally has not intentionally killed any innocent person.

Jayce killed a child unintentionally and Vi's like "Welcome to the Lanes, Piltie" like girlie you are trying so hard to make Jinx into this villain when she's literally not done anything wrong. Piltover is the enemy you, fool!

It's just, like, nothing we have seen of Piltover can justify why Zaun has to live in a perpetual hell. Jinx and Vi and Ekko and all the children of Zaun have to adapt to the idea that their lives don't mean anything to Piltover. What GOOD has Piltover shown us, what morally nuanced stances do they have that could ever justify a victim of police brutality and Piltover's oppression joining the Enforcers. Wielding the same violence that tore your life apart, and using it on your neighbors!

We see beauty and community and struggle and dependency and despair and hope in Zaun. And we see opulence and naivety and bigotry in Piltover. The only speck of morality came from Caitlyn and Mel. Mel is MIA and Caitlyn is showing how the hooks of privilege and status have never truly been removed from her thinking. Because she's calling Zaunites animals, she wants to think Vi is "one of the good ones" 😭 please Vi, open your eyes, Piltover is NOT worth saving and it will NEVER accept you.

[this post is made by a Caitlyn coochie muncher]

[maddieandangel]

Had a weird Hollow Knight-related dream a couple days ago, so I decided to draw a major scene I remembered from it dgsgshf

More context will be in the tags, for those interested!

[snailfen]

aw man all that hunter practice i did in arena mode this week really paid off. i mauled the first vulture i saw in expedition and backflipped away from so many jaws in story mode. im REALLY good at slug violence now! this expedition is gonna be a piece of ca-

[bisaster-energy]

Merlin but Merlin loses it when Arthur dies and instinctively starts a time loop and every time Arthur dies it automatically resets...for angst purposes it could stay tragic..no matter what he does to change the past kilgharra was right. no one can change their destiny nor can they escape it. or by starting this time loop at all he's doing is preventing the rise of the once and future king so by staving off Arthur's death he's actually preventing anyone from ever really living again. a never ending story with one character aware of the narrative but powerless to change it. a puppet with a brain but no autonomy to put it to use. A tragedy of his own making instead the one prophesized

[solomon-tozer]

Select bits from Sir John's funeral that I just love...

So we have Crozier reading out the part about Jacob dreamed about a ladder, set upon the earth, "and the top of it reaching to the heavens"...

...as we see Collins and Stanley, the two characters whose mental health is a defining part of their character arcs.

Then, "Behold the Lord stood above it and he said, 'I am with thee ...'" as the focus shifts to Goodsir.

"'... and will keep thee in all places, wherever thou goest'".

Goodsir, who later questions "is God here?"

The following line and shot are "'for I will not leave thee'" as we see Jopson and Blanky.

The two men Crozier left. Blanky knew Crozier was, just earlier that day, planning to leave them. Jopson likely knew, as it's remarked later that he knows everything, and perhaps he's the one who tidied away the unsealed letter and wax.

Then the Terror lieutenants, with MacDonald too. "And in Jacob's dream he saw the invisible world, companion to the known one we perceive."

The men who were privy to Crozier's alcoholism, and were part of maintaining that separation between officers and men... but also Hickey and Irving 'perceived' Hickey's true nature.

So, of course, when we have: "So complete it would seem to leave no room for its invisible brother world" as we see Hickey...

that otherness, that not belonging, keeping out of sight, experiencing thing in such a different way but no one notices or even thinks it's there...

And then going back to a shot of the men gathered at Sir John's funeral. "The departed..."

"...who though cleaved from the frame that carried them yet live." They are all departed. Dead. Crozier is the only one who doesn't die, but he certainly doesn't 'stay' in the world he's expected to.

The contrast of the words of virtue and strength, from scripture and used to describe Sir John and saying he's "destined to reign with Christ forever", being heard as we see Hickey in Gibson's cabin.

The white glove over the hand that will offer up Hickey's tongue, his left hand reverently touching the spot, the fact that, all that time later, Hickey has come to believe that he can be a new god and reign...

Finally, for this post, we have "and see His truth amongst us" as Hickey reads Crozier's resignation letter, discovering the truth of Crozier's actions.

And not one of them is god, or has the truth. They are all in this terrible place where the sun has set, in this strange world they don't understand, in this "invisible world of spirits".

There's so much in this scene, so many links, that I just lose my mind every time.

[dbphantom]

I can only dream of seeing a fraction of the discourse that happens on OP tumblr