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[rabbit-rays]

image id: a digital painting of murderbot and miki walking next to each other down a hallway. miki is gesturing with one arm and murderbot is looking up at it with a small smile. end id.

request for @squidbroom <3. this is like. uhmmmmm. if miki had lived or something i just wanted them hanging out and chilling tbh

[hargreeves-duncan]

I saw your requests were open and because I'm very hurt/comfort I would like reader to be fives spouse and then the subway happens like the after of everyone learning about it at the house and having to bring up what happened with not only Diego but us as well who thought we [Five and spouse] were happy??? Immaculate. Also I hope you're doing well stay hydrated!

a/n: thank you so much for your request, i am super hydrated, thank you :)) i really loved writing this (even if it is a little angsty) and i hope you love it just as much

summary: you thought you were happy together - if only you knew how wrong you were.

warnings: mentions of canon compliant violence, cheating (obviously), lila x five😬

word count: 2.1k

pt. 2

Christmas Eve would always be a time of joy and merriment for many, and the same had been true for you for all of your life. Even when you’d spent a few decades working as a trained killer for The Commission, the holidays were always a normality and a comfort that you could fall back on, without fail. In between snapping necks and pulling triggers, you’d seen the snow covered hills of Lapland and the warm festivities of Munich’s Christmas Markets and now that you were retired, you could enjoy it all with your family.

The family that your husband, Five, had brought you into. Whilst there was some initial shock from the Hargreeves’ siblings as they found out that not only had their brother aged forty-five years without them on a post-apocalyptic Earth but that he had actually gotten engaged in that time, slowly but surely, they had let you in. They were chaotic, at the best of times, but you loved them all the same and you knew that you’d do anything to protect them now. They were your family, just as much as Five was.

You’d met Five at the commission, when he was worn down by a lengthy four decades of solidarity and you’d pieced him back together. You’d shown him that living wasn’t just a means to an end and that it could be good and loving. You’d joked at the time how silly it was, that the two of you had found love at an organisation designed to kill, for the most part, innocent people. He’d said he’d do it a thousand times over if it meant he’d get to you.

After spending the last few years trying and failing to stop the apocalypse, you weren’t quite those people anymore. Instead, you had grown and evolved but you’d never had the luxury of waiting around for the two of you to settle down and retire like you’d both hoped for. So, when you’d come to this timeline, Five powerless, you hadn’t looked back. You’d gotten married, whilst you knew you still could and you’d lived the last six years in bliss. Five had softened now that there wasn’t the weight of impending doom on his back and you both got to be enveloped in the love you’d worked so hard for without consequence.

Tonight, you had gone over to Diego and Lila’s place to spend the evening with your extended family. At some point in the evening, Five and Lila had reappeared from whatever they’d spent the day doing and since he’d got back, Five had been unsettled. His eyes kept flickering over to Diego and Lila, constantly. He looked seething. Your husband had never been one for public displays of affection and Diego’s increasingly wandering hands must’ve been beginning to anger him, you thought. Five frowned, how was he supposed to enjoy his evening with that sitting across from him? 

Noticing his restlessness, you slipped your hand over his comfortingly, feeling the cool metal of his wedding ring slide over your palm, “You okay?”

Five glanced back at you. He cleared his throat and nodded, smiling gently at you, “I’m alright, love.”

Occasionally, Lila would look over at him. She looked shy and timid under Diego’s touch, a look you’d never seen on her before. Lila’s love had always been performative and outlandish. Her affection was everywhere and to see her look so strained in his company was strange. It was entirely foreign to watch it play out and it didn’t match the Lila Hargreeves you’d come to know. Diego noticed too.

Even Luther noticed the tension in the room. He watched as Five rolled his shoulders for the hundredth evening, “What is with you tonight? You’ve barely said a word, Five, when does that ever happen?”

So, it wasn’t just you then? You thought to yourself. A ball of anxiety began to develop in your stomach. You searched Five’s face for the root of the problem. Five sighed and adjusted himself, “It’s called thinking, Luther. You should try it sometime.”

A flurry of shock and distaste shot up from everyone as he said that and you shrank slightly in your seat. Five bristled as you got closer. You frowned.

“I do think, I think you’re an asshole.” Luther clapped back, pouting as he leaned back against the couch. At this moment, you happened to agree. Five didn’t brush you away, physically, but he kept his eyes forward, anywhere but down at you. You felt dread in the pit of your stomach.

Five continued to avoid your gaze as Allison sighed, brushing her hair from her face, “Okay, can we not do this right now?” Her eyes drifted pointedly to Claire, Grace and the twins in the corner of the room, happily occupying themselves with toys and the tv which displayed a graceful ballerina one of the girls was currently trying to imitate.

“No, let’s. Let’s do this now.” Five said, smiling bitterly at her as he stood from the couch and dropped your hand.

You sighed, sitting forward, “Five-”

“Five, it’s gonna be okay.” Lila interrupted, smiling reassuringly from where she sat. Your head swivelled around to her, in time with Diego’s, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

Before you had the chance to question Lila, Five smiled sarcastically at you all, moving his hand to cut her off, “No, it’s not gonna be okay.”

Diego shot from his seat, chuckling, “Hey, come on, man. Don’t talk to my wife like that. Not tonight. Not on Christmas.”

Five squares up to him, broadening his shoulders and raising his eyebrows at his brother, “You going to do something about it, fuckface?”

An uproar of protests from all of the others. Your eyes widen as things begin to escalate and you stand up, reaching for his arm, “Five!”

He glances back at you. Diego scoffs and steps closer, prodding Five’s chest, “Yeah, I’m gonna K-I-C-K your A-S-S, man.”

“Oh wow, somebody’s passed the first grade.” Five says sarcastically, still not backing down. 

“Five.” You say again, more forcefully as you step up to them. Lila gets up and steps between them, putting her hands on each of their chests and pushing them away from one another. Your eyes flare as you watch her fingers skim Five’s chest. They follow her hand up to her wrist and-

“What is that?” You ask, reaching for her wrist. A silver bracelet, woven like vines, dangles from her arm. You roll your sleeve back, looking at your own bracelet. The one that Five had given you on some anniversary or other, he’d had it made especially for you - strung together with gold, because silver was too trivial for someone like you, he’d said.

The bracelet felt trivial altogether as you looked at its pattern now, beside Lila’s - practically identical to your own. Cheaper, yes, but still like yours, “What’s what?” Lila asked innocently, taking her wrist back.

“That thing on your wrist.” Diego’s eyebrows furrow as he takes Lila’s wrist and he glances between your wrist and Lila’s, “You hate bracelets. You traded the one that I got you for Valentine’s last year to the pawn shop. What…”

“Where did you get it?” You demand, looking her in the eye with a determination that you haven’t felt in years. Lila stands there guiltily, leaning in Five’s direction and your heart sinks. Diego watches, the dots connecting in his mind.

“Did you give her that?” He asks, stepping closer to Five. Lila reaches out for him and he shrugs her off, “No, answer the question, Five. Did you give her that?”

“I made it.” Five answers, hands slipping into his pockets. He’s casual, as if it means nothing, and that only makes it hurt so much more because if this gift to Lila means nothing, then you must mean even less.

“You made it… for her?” You say, hurt and grief for the life you’ve had together seeping into your voice. And just when you think he can’t get any more cruel…

“Who does it look like I made it for?” He says, looking over at you, and your heart shrivels up painfully. A dull ache blooms in your chest and you can’t even form a response because he’s being so cutting and it’s something you’ve never had from him before.

Diego steps up, pressing a hand to your arm and giving it a gentle squeeze as he pushes you back. He takes a breath and looks between Lila and Five, biting his lip, “Is there something going on between you two?”

The two stare silently for a moment and Lila’s voice grows soft as she looks at her husband, “Diego-”

Diego holds his hands up and turns away, “Holy shit… Holy shit, I was right!” He says, pointing at them both, his voice a mix of anger and disappointment in the people he’d trusted.

“Book club, a- all this time, you- you were cheating on me with…” He can’t even get the words out properly as he looks at them, his stutter resurfacing as his emotions get the better of him. He looks over at you, your eyes widen further, if that’s even possible as you realise things for yourself.

“Oh my god… oh my god, I am a complete and utter fool.” You say, laughing in shock as you mentally take a step back from the last few months.

This is what you got for letting your guard down, you supposed, “I can’t believe you… why did I never… you were never doing research, were you? You were off with her.”

“Now, just wait-” Five starts, holding his hands up and trying to approach you at the same time that Lila says, “No, we weren’t cheating on you. At least, not when you thought we were…”

“What? What is that supposed to mean?” You ask, scoffing and folding your arms over your chest.

“It means that, for us, it’s been seven years. I blinked us to the subway and we got stuck down there.” Five said, stepping forward.

“Please, tell me you’re joking.” You say, shoulders dropping as your heart clenches, all of your defences falling.

“Love, I wish I was.” He says tenderly, stepping closer to you again. He takes a deep breath, “We were lost for seven years, Y/N.”

Seven years. He’d spent almost as much time with her as he had with you. Were you really that disposable? You’d thought that things were good between the two of you, great even, but the moment he’d been out of your sights, he’d done this…

Breaking down, you sit back on the couch, putting your head in your hands as you blink back tears. Five sighs, sitting beside you, “We went through a lot of timelines and I promise, I never stopped trying to get home, you know I never would, but… I got tired. Tired of failing over and over and I had to stop.”

“I wouldn’t have given up.” You say, drying your eyes as you look up at him again. Five smiles tiredly, shaking his head.

“You can’t know that.” He says, looking over at you. His eyes are soft, but it doesn’t stop the harsh sting of what he says. 

“I can, because I love you, it’s as simple as that.” You protest, looking at him brokenly, “You wouldn’t have stopped looking if you loved me the way that I love you.”

He rubs his thumb over his clenched knuckles, sighing, “Don’t say that. You know that I love you.”

“Of course. And her? What about Lila? Do you love her too?” You challenge, eyes flitting over every pore in his face, seeking an answer or an apology, anything that isn’t going to confirm what you so deeply fear; that he doesn’t love you anymore.

Lila perks up from where she’s standing beside Diego. Diego’s face drops and all either of you can do is watch as your partners lock eyes with one another instead of you. Five sighs, glancing back at you, “Y/N, now is really not the time for-”

“Do you love her?” You ask again.

He glances between the two of you and sighs again. It feels like that’s all he’s capable of doing right now, sighing. You want to scream or yell or cry because that isn’t fair, he doesn’t get to be frustrated or hurt when this is his fault and you shouldn’t be feeling bad for him when he looks so defeated but you just can’t help it because it’s Five, your Five, and you’ve never known anything else but wanting what’s best for him.

He parts his lips, about to speak, before Claire interrupts from where she’s sat on the floor, “Hey, grown-ups! Look at the TV! Isn’t that Uncle Ben?”

Five stands up to look with the other Hargreeves and you steady yourself. This is okay, you think, you can let things go on as normal. Just for a little longer.

[mxlti-fand0m-imaginess]

Exhausted // Ethan Landry

request: none!

prompts: none!

summary: preoccupied with studying and utterly exhausted, your movie night with your boyfriend slips your mind. but instead of being upset, ethan helps you let go of all your stress.

warnings: language

word count: 754

a/n: gn!reader, no physical desprictions of reader included, no ghostface au this has been in my drafts for a while, so i figured i might as well post it!

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You grumbled to yourself as you trudged up the stairs in your apartment building. The elevator was still broken, and at this point the idea of it ever getting fixed seemed impossible. You continued your seemingly endless journey up the flights of stairs, your eyes occasionally flitting closed from your utter exhaustion. 

It was nearing midterms, which meant more school work and more studying. You had spent the past three hours in the library pouring over textbooks and trying to get final projects completed and papers finished. After making very little progress and staring at a blank document that was supposed to have your English paper on it for forty-five minutes, you were drained. Each movement felt like it took every ounce of energy in your body, and you were struggling just to keep your eyes open long enough to make it back to your apartment.

Finally, you reached your floor and you pushed the door open, exiting the stairwell. Letting out a sigh of relief, you unlocked your apartment door and stepped inside, closing the door behind you. Almost immediately, you dropped your bag on the floor, followed by your coat and boots, as you felt the weight of the day slowly slipping away. And that’s when you saw Ethan.

Shit. It couldn’t have been Friday already, right? But one glance down at your phone confirmed it. You had been so busy with school, you hadn’t realized what day it was. Every Friday you and Ethan have a movie night instead of an official date night, due to your dislike for fancier things and his aversion to spending time in public places. But you were late, and you had forgotten. And the disappointed look on Ethan’s face said it all.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize that it was Friday! I’ve just been so busy with midterms coming up and I guess it just slipped my mind.” You walked over to Ethan who was sitting on your couch. “I really am sorry. Please don’t be mad.”

Ethan sighed, looking up at you and taking your hands into his. “You know I could never be mad at you. It’s not like you purposefully stood me up, you were busy. It’s fine.”

You bit your lip nervously, still a bit uneasy. “Are you sure? I feel awful. I know I’m like really late, but we could still watch a movie now. If you’d want?” Your words trailed off into a yawn, your eyes blinking back sleep.

“I’m sure. And we can reschedule for another time, you look exhausted, baby.”

You quickly shook your head. “I’m not that tired. I’ll be fine, really. I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“I’m not gonna be disappointed if we don’t watch anything tonight. I just want to spend time with you. Movie or not, it doesn’t matter. All I want is to be with you.” Ethan smiled softly, forcing you to smile in return. 

Before you had the chance to respond, Ethan pulled you forward by your hands that were still in his, causing you to fall onto his lap. You laughed in surprise as he pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you tightly. Your legs managed to wrap around his back and your arms draped over his shoulders, clinging to him like a koala. 

This was what you needed. Not watching some random movie that neither of you really paid any attention to. Holding him tightly and feeling him hold you in return, it was like all the stress inside of you just melted away. You buried your face in his neck, your nose still a bit cold from the snow outside, which caused him to shiver slightly. You smiled to yourself, pressing a soft kiss to his neck.

“I love you,” he whispered, practically melting in your embrace.

You tried to tell him that you loved him too, but since you refused to remove your face from his neck, your words came out a muffled mess. He smiled nonetheless, knowing what you were trying to say. 

Soon your eyes grew heavy and your grip on him loosened. Before Ethan knew it, you were asleep, using him like your pillow. His heart warmed at the sight, you looked so peaceful while you were sleeping. A stark contrast to the stressed expression on your face when you had arrived. You snuggled closer to him in your sleep, your fingers lightly gripping his shirt. Ethan smiled before pressing a kiss to the top of your head. 

“Goodnight, my love.”

tags: @nowitsmissing @hyeyulove

[thesleepyfable]

~ SWTD: Still Here AU Part 22: ~

Reunions Part 2:

And now, it's Addair's turn. The next chapter will be a one-shot release for Halloween. It'll be out tomorrow.

Halloween Special:

Addair and Raffs had no reason to work together on The Beria, but on the farm, they oddly worked well together. Raffs thought Addair must have been a handyman in his previous life because he seemed to know everything. And not just from checking the fences.

When they passed through a deserted field, Addair's eyes caught the attention of a tractor that was beginning to rust. Instead of helping Raffs pry off the broken board for a new one, he lifted and examined the vehicle. From the punctured tires to the cracked clutch. Instead of being frustrated with Addair, Raffs was in awe of him. Not for the god-like strength he now possessed because he knew he could never come close to that, but for how knowledgeable he was.

He watched the engineer point out the faults and how he would fix them. Raffs was always willing to learn, and even if he'll never see farming in his future, it was a good way to break the ice with a man he was told to avoid.

'Will it ever run again?'

'After some trial and error, it might.'

'How do you know that?'

'I've only been an engineer for six years, Raffety. Before that, I did anything to scrape by.' That wasn't an original story. Like Caz, Roy, Innes, and possibly many others, they all came to the rig to either escape something or make a change. Raffs was different. He just followed Brodie. Brodie came for the prospect of money. Something that wasn't at all selfish in this economy.

As the pair finished their round, the sound of the snow crunching beneath their feet got closer. They didn't react at first, thinking it was Caz coming to help as Raffs began to hammer a nail into the post. That was until Addair heard the voice.

'Dad! Dad!'

Like with Gibbo, time froze, but unlike Gibbo, Addair turned with a smile on his face. He dropped the fence board he was holding, leaving Raffs to deal with it alone, and scooped up his son into a hug.

'Richard.' The youngest of his boys. Only seven years old. 'I missed you so much. Did you miss me?' Raffs was surprised. Not just because Richard didn't care what his dad had become, but because he had to remind himself that Addair was a member of the National Front. Looking at him now, you couldn't tell. Here, he was just being a good father. Who knew someone like Addair was a person under his political beliefs?

Richard nodded. 'Did you get my Christmas card?'

'Of course, and I let everyone know you made it. Now, where's Elliot?'

He knew where he was. It was a game the twins would often play. Richard would cause a distraction whilst Elliot tried to scare their dad. It never worked. Addair would either pretend to be scared or figure out his hiding spot. This time, it was the latter. Elliot had snuck is way around by going through the field. Raffs saw but didn't say anything. Instead of scaring his dad, Elliot felt a tendril wrap around his arm and be pulled up and over Addair's head. 'Oh, here he is.'

'Here I am!'

With a laugh, Addair brought his sons into a hug. Being the only one of two infected who still kept his arms had its advantages. Raffs smiled. It was a sweet reunion, but that soon came to a halt thanks to the voice of a woman only a few yards away.

'Calm down? How can I be calm?!' It was Jennifer. She stood beside her second eldest son, George, who looked both shocked and terrified by his mother's rage. Addair noticed, too, and set the boys down besides his work colleague. That was Raffs' cue to take them back to the house. 'My husband, your father, has been turned into that!'

Well, that stung. Still, Addair wasn't worried. He approached Jennifer, who had her back turned, and gently placed a hand on her shoulder. She flinched, turned, and took a few steps back. Okay. Now it hurt. Whatever remained of Addair's smile faded, and slight worry began to creep into his mind. He saw her eyes. She was scared, confused, and didn't know what to do with herself. This was Geroge's time to slowly step away and follow his brothers to the house.

'Jennifer. It's okay. It's just me.' She didn't reply. More worry. 'It's okay...'

'Stop saying that, Addair.' Now, complete worry entered his mind. She never called him by his name. Jennifer swallowed her fear, which was born from shock. But, now it was replaced with worry, but she couldn't bring herself to move. 'Look at what's happened to you. How are you okay?'

The words cut deep. Addair's jaw tightened, trying to hold himself strong to her words. A look of shame was in his eyes. Jennifer noticed and began to feel guilty, wondering why did she say such a thing. He wasn't okay, and they both knew that.

Addair carefully held out a hand and reached forward. 'But, it's still me, Jennifer. ' His hand rested on her cheek. After a moment, she leaned her face into him and, like Trots, rested her hand on his wrist. Her shoulders dropped, and she closed her eyes. She moved her head so that her face was in his hand. His smell was still there. Now, Jennifer didn't want to let go. Her fingers traced and touched his wedding ring. Tears swelled, but she stayed strong as she started to play with it.

Addair moved closer and adjusted his body to make it look like he was sitting. Carefully, he pulled and lifted Jennifer up and into one of his signature bear hugs. She clung to him, now no longer caring if she was hugging an exposed organ or blood vessel. 'Does it hurt?'

'No,' Addair answered truthfully. 'Not anymore.' More silence, as the pair enjoyed the moment. 'How's Tommy?' The question broke the hug. Jennifer's eyes were still full of tears.

'Still the same,' she replied as she began to unfurl her scarf to wrap it around Addair. 'The doctor said he still has brain activity, but apart from that, he's still sleeping.' A pause. 'I just want him to wake up.' Now, she began to cry, and Addair pulled her back into a hug. 'But that could take years.'

'And, we'll be there when he does. Okay? Please don't cry, Jenny.' Addair hated seeing his Goddess upset.

Of course, they had to think of Addair. How can he go back into society with a job, let alone go and see his son? That's what he wondered back when the fog was lifted. The question fueled his own anger towards Rennick, but Gibbo got to him first. But this wasn't about him anymore. He was just grateful to be back on land. He was grateful to have his wife in his arms and to see his sons smiling. The only thing they had to worry about now was Tommy.

He felt a kiss on his cheek that tightened the hug. They'll stay like this. At least for a little while.

[minjoonapio]

🎐 Wind Breaker Chapter 160: Melting Snow

💭THOUGHTS [ ⚠️ SPOILERS ⚠️ ]

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Sorry for posting this late here in tumblr. Life happened. ✌🏻

Such a whirlwind in the first hours after this chapter released. I expected a TogaSaku but instead we got a HiraSako! We all freaked out. This is such a good closure…and a peek of what’s to come for all of them.

Yes we’re eating good! More wholesome loaves of bread please, Nii sensei! 🍞

It starts where we left off with our cutie patootie Choji 🥹 the cute aggression is real whenever he’s on the page. He’s enjoying himself, chowing down on good food and surrounded with good people. 💚

Aaand knew it. Of course Sakura went there to thank them. So they saw his beat up face! Sakura is just squirming from all the attention. He’s not used to it. Oh soft baby Sakura. You are loved and adored.

I’m so happy Nii sensei showed this!! I talked about in twitter how Choji is actually trying out fresh Red Bean bread that Umemiya gave him the last time they saw each other. Choji not only get to try it again…he bought more food for souvenirs!! Oh my fragile heart!!

If you read the small text, he even told the employees about how he knew about their bakery thanks to Ume-chan. asdfghjkl~ He also told them he’ll drop by again next time 😭

This chapter is really making my heart full because look at how Choji is twirling about~! He's acting more like his age.

But more than that, THIS is one of the best things that came out of the Noroshi fight. Three gang leaders, who were former enemies, now agreeing to be friends! I am hyped up with Nirei on this one. We are witnessing a historic moment! And this is giving us a peek of what will happen in the future chapters.

Oh, Sakura. You care so much for your new home and took one big step that not only helped your found family but caused a great thing to happen.

The way it dawned on Sakura. And the way Tsubaki is looking at his precious kouhai proudly. 🥲

And the wholesomeness continues~ Tsubaki was hyping Choji up; he talked about what Mizuki and Momose said. They were praising Choji’s strength, and I find their reactions adorable & hilarious. They're like “oh hell nah im not gonna fight him”

Then Choji shoots an arrow of "Hehe I'm doing this for my friend Ume-chan!" right to our hearts! Arghh I wanna squeeze his baby face!! (≧∀≦)

And then here's Togame holding his “That’s my buddy Sakura!” face again (*´∇｀*)

Sakura trying to divert the unwanted attention away from him again after by asking about their other gang members.

The way I laughed when Suo emphasized “HE” meaning Numa and Togame (and Nirei) just knows. Poor guy. 😅

Oh dear oh dear. We didn’t expect this chapter to become a HiraSako chapter!! And it is giving too much “c’mon! Do it! Go talk to your ex” vibe (and y'all know this is not the first time this happened)

Togame and Choji always pushing the agenda. How supportive.

I love how level-headed Kaji is when it comes to this.

And I’m glad he’s not a character who would be jealous over it. The three know each other well enough and Kaji never sees it as a competition to be the best kouhai or what not. He wouldn’t reach out to Sako back then if he did.

Gahh how adorable! Hiragi’s shook of how polite Sako is towards him. Then having a mini internal crisis.

Sako sees that and finds it hilarious. The embarrassing yet joyous tune carefully breaks the ice between them.

Sako's face in that last panel just makes me think he finds his past self ridiculous now.

Despite how their fight felt so long ago, I'm so glad we’re seeing this talk. Sako wanted so badly for Hiragi to be the one telling him he needs him but never got it. He could’ve just followed him anyway but I guess he thought Hiragi’s words meant he doesn’t need him.

He wanted to prove how wrong Hiragi was by joining Shishitoren and become strong enough to beat him one day. Welp. Since their fight, Sako must’ve wanted to hit himself for being such an idiot.

i feel like Inugami was kinda inspired by what happened in the Shishitoren fight that he was able to face his senpai. And Sako got to see the “what ifs” if he did the same thing back then to Hiragi. If he just denies what Hiragi told him and said "It doesn't matter. I will continue to follow you"

No wonder Inugami’s been sticking with Sako since then. The fact he knows his senpais's past tells how close they are.

I really wondered what went down with Shishitoren after their fight with Bofurin. As expected, there were scuffles within the group here & there. Surely, some left. Choji & Togame have to be strong enough to face such hurdles after what they’ve done. But look at them now.

Because they cared so much for their group and have each other to help through those trying times that they were able to reform Shishitoren the way it is now. What a domino effect.

Sako became inspired himself to face his own mistakes as well. And it led to this.

That “Aaaah finally” panel…I really felt that. Relief to finally apologize after holding unto bad feelings for so long. Relief to finally mend their friendship. I freakin' teared up. This manga argh!

And of course they were interrupted! Ah, I wanted to hear what Hiragi has to say to Sako, but I think we get the idea, judging by those soft eyes gazing at his kouhai.

Looking at the panel wit both Sako's Shishitoren friends and Hiragi's Bofurin kouhais, it's another glimpse of what we will see more in the future. A unity and camaraderie of different gangs.

Thank you for reading! 💚

Next chapter will release on Kodansha this coming Tuesday 🎐

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[greenhikingboots]

Jon’s Pre-Canon Crush

Okay, Jonsa fam. I’ve seen a lot of great posts, especially in the last few months, about Jon’s reactions to Val. Among them, there’s one particular vein I like to assume everyone loves as much as I do. That is, when Jon thinks of Val’s hair as silver vs. when he thinks of it as the color of dark honey. You’ve seen those metas, right? They explain the likelihood of Jon’s future connection to Dany being negative — The air tastes cold. / My tongue is too numb to tell. All I taste is cold. — while his future connection to Sansa will be positive — It had been a long while since Jon Snow had seen a sight so lovely.

Well, in this post I want to expand on the angle of Val-is-sometimes-a-stand-in-for-Sansa. Only, I don’t want to speculate on what will happen between Jon and Sansa in the future, if we ever get GRRM’s last two books. Enough people have already done that, and they’ve done it so wonderfully that I have little to add. Instead, as the title of this post says, I want to focus on Jon’s pre-canon crush. More specifically: I want to focus on what Jon’s thoughts and feelings about Val say about his thoughts and feelings about Sansa.

But let me lay some groundwork first, okay? Until a few weeks ago, I went back and forth on pre-canon crush theories. I agreed they held a lot of potential and were a lot of fun to daydream about — a great premise for a one-shot, to be sure! Oh, and I’ve always loved it when people said things like, “Hey, Jon, your Targaryen is showing.” That’s classic stuff. But did I really think GRRM meant to hint at prior feelings rather than just laying a foundation for future feelings? Again, until a few weeks ago, I wasn’t totally convinced either way. But now I am fully committed to the Pre-Canon Crush Camp, assigned to cabin Jon-Had-Feelings-for-Sansa. [Did Sansa have feelings for Jon too? Ummm maybe? I think there’s some evidence to support that, but not as much. But, hey, that’s not the point of this post. Sorry. Moving on.] So what changed? Well, basically some ideas I’d previously had sunk in on a deeper level. It started with this post from @sherlokiness. It talks about GRRM commenting on a discrepancy in the books, two occasions where Jeyne Westerling’s physical descriptions do not match up. GRRM said the discrepancies were a mistake, a really unfortunate one because it distracts from the times when he intentionally included discrepancies of physical appearances. And basically us Jonsas loved it. Like, “Yep! Make sense! We assumed as much already, Mr. Martin.” And that’s because of the canon line mentioned earlier, right? You know the whole thing, don’t you? Oh, but you want me to quote it here anyway? Okay, fine, I’ll oblige.

They [Ghost and Val] look as though they belong together. Val was clad all in white [bleh, bleh, bleh] …but her eyes were blue, her long braid the color of dark honey, her cheeks flushed red from the cold. It had been a long while since Jon Snow had seen a sight so lovely.

Direwolf. Lots of white. Suspicious ellipses. Blue eyes. Long braid the color of dark honey. Right, okay, got it.  [BTW. Did you know there’s also a point, early on, where Val’s described as having high cheekbones? You know, a feature Sansa has as well!?!?] Anyway, when I saw sherlokiness’s post about GRRM’s comments and the Jonsas relating it to that canon scene with Ghost and Val, I reblogged it. Naturally. And in the tags I said something like, “I’ll have to double check but I’m pretty sure the willowy creature line comes after this line. As in, maybe Jon knew exactly who Val reminded him in that moment and he was trying to talk himself out of his pre-canon crush coming back to the surface.” I’m paraphrasing here. My tags were probably not as clear as that. Also, I was being a bit facetious. It was a thought I’d had before, but just a passing one. Again (AGAIN! Do I say that too much?), I’d been going back and forth about pre-canon crush theories for a long time. But @agentrouka-blog saw my tags and was like, “You might be onto something there.” And then @zimshan saw my tags too and did the double check for me. Thanks! And guess what? GUESS WHAT, JONSA FAM!? I was right about the order. First, Jon sees Ghost and Val, thinks her eyes are blue and her hair is like dark honey, and it is a lovely sight. Second, this line:

Val looked the part [of a princess] and rode as if she had been born on horseback. A warrior princess, he decided, not some willowy creature who sits up in a tower, brushing her hair and waiting for some knight to rescue her.

But guess what else? The order isn’t even the most striking thing. The most striking thing is how closely these two lines appear to one another — within just a few pages!!! That's what zimshan said. So I went back to read it myself. Not just the two lines to check the order, but a little before, and a little after, and everything in between. If you want, you can do the same. It’s ADWD Jon XI.

Want to know what stuck out to me most? The willowy creature line actually seems… so odd, and out of place, and unnecessary. I swear to you. Let me try to explain.

Basically, by that point in the chapter, Jon has already clearly established his take on Val. She’s beautiful, everyone knows it, but she’s more than that. She’s strong and capable. She found Tormund and brought him back to Castle Black when Jon’s Night’s Watch Rangers couldn’t manage it. Like, Jon’s thankful for Val, okay? 

Oh, and he also seems aware that he holds her in higher regard than the rest of the men who keep calling her a princess even though she’s not one. I think he feels smug about it, to be honest. Like, he wouldn’t use these words because it’s ASOIAF, but he knows he’s a budding feminist and he’s proud of himself for it. Like, “I’m so much better than these asshats who don’t respect women and think all Val has to offer is her pretty face.”

How great is that? I love book Jon so much.

Where was I, though? Oh! Oh, oh, oh! This next part is key. Up until the willowy creature line, Jon has not had a single disparaging thought about Val. Val being cruel about Shireen’s greyscale hasn’t happened yet. But for some reason — *Getting too executed. Brain malfunctioning!*

AH! I SWEAR JONSA FAM! If you read the willowy creature in fuller context, it comes across as if Jon’s correcting himself for having a disparaging thought about Val, like he’s reminding himself of who she truly is. She’s a warrior princess, not a willowy creature. But like, why? Why does Jon feel the need to do this? He hasn’t had a disparaging thought about Val, so why correct himself as if he has?

Just because she’s beautiful? Just because he’s tired of other men calling her a princess? I mean, I guess that could be the whole story. That’s certainly how we’re supposed to take it, if we’re taking it at face value. But I’m not convinced. Go read it again, and I think you’ll see that when the willowy creature line happens, it actually feels like a weird logic leap.

The dots aren’t connecting because one dot is missing!!!! Let me put a pin in that for a moment while I turn to other mini metas in our Jonsa fandom. Antis like to say, “Jon doesn’t like girls like Sansa. He doesn't like willowy creatures, he said so himself.” But we know that’s crap, right? The boy who liked Ygritte’s gentle side? The boy who helps Alys Karstark by marrying her to Sigorn? The boy who dreamed his mother was a highborn lady with kind eyes? The boy who wanted to show his hypothetical wife Winterfell’s glass gardens and bath with her in the hot pools?

Yeah, that boy is a budding feminist, like I said.

So again I ask (AGAIN!) why would Jon — who is not especially critical of women in general and has not been critical of Val at all up to this point — feel the need to correct himself by thinking this critical thing about willowy creatures? In other words, why does he lift up Val by putting down some vague idea of other women he’s never had a problem with before?

Well, obviously it turns out that I believe my facetious, tongue in cheek tags more than I realized when I wrote them. My position is that somewhere in the two pages between ...a long while since Jon had seen a sight so lovely… and ...not some willowy creature who sits up in a tower, brushing her hair… Jon realized Val reminded him of Sansa, he felt guilty and ashamed about it, and then felt the need to do damage control. And because guilt and shame are icky, confusing feelings, his damage control took the form of being critical of Sansa even though he isn’t normally critical of such women. 

Am I making sense? How do I explain myself further? Like, why am I so stuck on this idea Jon’s willowy creature line being two pages after the Ghost and Val looking lovely together line must mean Jon had a pre-canon crush?

I think the crux is what I said about the willowy creature line feeling like a weird logic leap — like the dots aren’t connecting because one is missing. The missing dot is Jon being aware that he’s mentally swapped Val with Sansa. He just doesn’t acknowledge this on the page.

Let me be extra clear. I’m now differing from several others who have written about pre-canon crush theories in that I think Jon was aware of his crush. I’ve seen many say it’s all subconscious. But this stuff with Val makes me think otherwise.

I mean, I know Jon has a pattern of dissociation. For him, thinking, and speaking, and acting from his subconsciousness is a common occurrence. So, yes, he could have subconsciously thought Val looked like Sansa and subconsciously felt guilty and ashamed and therefore subconsciously decided to do damage control by subconsciously reminding himself Val is a warrior princess and therefore not a willowy creature.

But I think GRRM was hinting at an exception to Jon’s pattern with these canon lines. Because if the first part is happening subconsciously — Jon thinking Val looks like Sansa and that it’s a lovely sight — then he wouldn’t feel the need to do damage control afterwards? If he wasn’t aware of thinking of Sansa in that moment, isn’t it more likely he’d just carry on with taking Val to meet Selyse, and the odd, out of place, unnecessary line about a willowy creature wouldn’t have been included? What else, what else?

I said earlier that I think Jon’s crush is an innocent, not sexual thing. Let me expand on that. And uuuuuhhhhh... let me clarify that I think that might be changing some over time.  My guess is when Jon was younger, his thoughts were more along these lines: “Sansa is pretty, and a proper lady, and everything men are taught to want. She’ll be a good wife for someone someday. Obviously not me. That’s sinful, I don’t want it, and I’m a bastard so I can’t marry a highborn lady anyway. But objectively, Sansa’s a good catch.” Which kinda matches how Jon thinks of Val at times, right? Like, she’s a catch but he doesn’t want her. He’s not taking Winterfell and a Wife because Winterfell belongs to Sansa and he’s a man of the Night’s Watch, dammit! But hang on a second. Sometimes Jon’s thoughts about Val are more elicit, aren’t they? He thinks about the size of her breasts and she’s the hypothetical wife he pictures romancing in Winterfell. Don’t worry, I’m not saying I’m secretly a Jon/Val shipper. What I’m getting at is this other thing we’ve talked about in the Jonsa fandom. Jone projects his general desires onto Val. He’s getting older. He’s unhappy at the Wall. Winterfell isn’t Robb’s like he thought it would be, and Bran and Rickon are thought to be dead. And Stannis is offering Winterfell and Val to him. Plus he’s now been intimate with a woman, Ygritte. So he knows that sex feels nice. All in all, Jon’s becoming more in tune with wanting Winterfell, and a wife, and a family, and wanting to fu—

You get the idea. ;)

Soooooo. If you buy into the premise that A) Jon considered Sansa a good catch when they were younger B) He’s thinking more and more about romance and sex C) Val is also a good catch and easy to project feelings onto and D) Woopsies, Val just reminded me of Sansa! Well, then where does all that leave Jon? Feeling like he needs to distance himself from positive thoughts about Sansa, right? But without ever thinking her name because of his pattern of dissociation and because GRRM is tricky like that.  Am I making my point clearer, or just talking in circles?  Like, I know plenty of people have already said Val is a switch-back-and-forth-stand-in-for-other-characters. The first two short paragraphs of this post mentions those metas.  But holy smokes! If Jon is aware of A-D mentioned above, that adds a fascinating layer of subtext to his scenes with and thoughts about Val.  Let’s talk about it forever!

Just kidding. I think I’m almost done here.  Basically, I think the willowy creature line is Jon knowingly saying to himself, “Yikes, the thoughts I had about Sansa in the past didn’t bother me much because they were 99% innocent. But they are less innocent now and that’s a problem! You can’t like Sansa! Don’t confuse Sansa with Val,  dummy! Val is a warrior princess! Sansa is a willowy creature and willowy creatures are bad!”

Okay, sure, Jon.  Let me wrap up with one more canon line.

Of Sansa brushing out Lady’s coat and singing to herself. You know nothing, Jon Snow.

We often link this line to Ygritte for obvious reasons, but I’m now in the habit of linking it more to Val and the canon lines mentioned previously. I think GRRM wrote a the three lines — a sight so lovely + willow creature + of Sansa brushing out Lady’s coat — as a subtle continuation of one another. Us Jonsas saw the potential for underlying romantic feelings in the last one, that’s nothing new. But I want to add that it’s a direct contrast to the willowy creature line. As Jon is bleeding out, he can no longer be bothered to put up a front and pretend he doesn’t have feelings for Sansa, feelings that have gotten more complicated as of late.

Oh so subtle. Really not that much different than what others have said before me. But different enough I wanted to mention it. Now someone put it in a fanfic!!

[cookie-kisses]

Hi! Welcome to the cookie writer community here there are a lot of nice anons and many amazing writers! I noticed your post about taking requests when I was looking at most recent cookie run × reader stuff and saw you and thought I'd send in a request and welcome you! Also it's cool you're a yandere writer too! Not many writers are a fan of writing yandere so it's nice to see another yandere writer to add some spice to the mix! Oh and you do male reader writings? Neat! I like gender neutral since it involves everyone but...despite being a female...seeing so many x females well...it's like only having one meal over and over again. You just end up wanting something different and new, yaknow?

Anyway sorry for that ramble! Just already excited to see some of your more romantic writing!

Now...may I request an affogato x a sweet, cuddly reader hcs? If you wanna do a one shot instead, that would be fine! Like maybe the reader found affogato after he was forced to flee from the dark cacao kingdom and decided to take him under their wing and nurse them back to health and let him live with them? Maybe the reader also treats them sweetly and never falls for their manipulation because they are so sweet, it just flies over their head and they just think affogato is being nice and always offers him hugs and welcomes any hugs! Bonus if the reader secretly knew the whole time about who he was and what he had done...buuut had heard his story about his sad life (the whole asking to sit in a chair with no comfort thing) and wanted to give them a happy life to turn them good...aaaaand possibly hope affogato chooses to stay even after he recovered because the reader loves their cuddles and actually has a crush on them...and affogato finds out by either overhearing a convo where the reader's friend calls them insane because of what they were doing or affogato finds their diary!

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Oh my sweet, sweet anon. My sweet, precious anon, thank you. You don’t understand how infatuated I am with Affogato Cookie. He’s one of the reasons I started writing!

My account is actually about a year old, but due to massive writing block I never posted any content. I also agree on the same repetitive content! It’s quite disappointing reading a piece of content that’s really well written, but Y/N is automatically female. (Especially without any prior notice.) I use my blog to give an opening to male readers but otherwise make it gender neutral to be inclusive.

And yes! I write yandere content (within reason.) The stories tend to be more bitter, but the bitterness and conflict is what makes it interesting. I wish for my content to provide something new!

When I saw Affogato Cookie’s name pop up I nearly jumped out of my seat, I will surely have fun with this.

Warmth&Love

Cw: Minor swearing

The frigid snow of the Dark Cacao Kingdom beats down on the land, temperatures reaching below zero. A blizzard hurdles from north, The Black Citadels doors locked up tight, villagers barricading their house windows, cake hounds and cream wolves huddling against each other. Even the beasts of the lands couldn’t stand the cold.

The freezing land of the kingdom was no place for a cookie to stray out alone, yet Affogato cookie found himself trudging away from it. Exiled for treason with no one to turn to, he wandered the frigid hills. Affogato cookie cursed himself. He was close to having everything! He almost had it all, but now he had nothing. Again

Affogato cookie didn’t know where he was going or where he was. His sight was blinded by pure white fluttering around him, the frigid cold clung onto his body. Snow hugging onto his eyelashes and finger tips. Every step took more energy than the last, the cold finally taking its toll.

Unable to support himself any long his knees collapsed with his body. His vision blurred, head filled with cotton. He failed to see the approaching figure before passing out from the cold.

Laid in the corner, Affogato cookie slept unconscious atop of a wooden bed. His body was blanketed with a fluffy, wool cover. It was a humble cabin, limited space, but it was a home nonetheless.

Clinking could be heard from the kitchen. There you were, working in the kitchen before fixing a bowl of soup, your eyes fixating on Affogato cookie.

You found Affogato cookie passed out in the cold while wandering for lumber. It wasn’t the smartest move because of the blizzard, but your idiocy saved a man. You know who he was, your friend warned you about him before you moved away from your home village. They always suspected something wasn’t right, but you couldn’t have cared less. You were head over heals for that man. You knew everything. This was your chance to treat him ever so sweetly and maybe even do something more.

Your mind retraced the events once more, thinking of different scenarios before being interrupted by the squeak of the bed frame. Affogato Cookie sat against the bed, dazed, before gathering his composure and haughty demeanor in an instant when he spotted you. Even when exiled, he couldn’t let his sweet facade slip again, no?

Placing the bowl of broth onto a serving tray you placed the board along his lap with a spoon alongside it.

Affogato Cookie slowly felt a smile curl his lips. What a lovely opportunity this was. Oh, how he thanked you for saving him. Sweet praises slipped from his mouth, putting on a sultry voice.

“What do we have here? Oh how strong and brave you must’ve been to save me from such a strong storm! Aren’t you something?”

He laced his words with the sweetest sugar, complimenting your strength, kindness, generosity, anything he could think of to get you to fall under.

But to his dismay, you stood unfazed by his sweet remarks, instead thanking him before questioning about his condition.

“Are you feeling alright?”

“Do you need anymore blankets?”

“Are you comfortable?”

“Is there anything else you need?”

His facade wavered slightly, partly irritated his smooth talk didn’t work, partly because he didn’t expect such warmth. He surely didn’t expect you to offer him a place either.

“Stay as long as needed but please, spend the night at least.”

Knowing he had no other option, he accepted. Where else would he go?

Despite his exile, it didn’t stop Affogato cookie’s desire for control and admiration. Often he’d coil around you as he crooned compliments. He spoke with constant sugar coated praises and faux sincerity, grazing your body with gentle touches. He’d cradle your cheek, leaning in, whispering sweet things. All attempts to make you melt, waver, and bend.

“Aren’t you a lovely, thing? Heh heh.”

“What have we here? Oh aren’t you adorable…”

“Hm hm hm- why, aren’t you a dear.”

“Can I ask you a favor? You’re quite the strong one..”

But despite all his efforts, your demeanor never faltered. You’d smile at him with the genuine, sweet smile he always seen you wear. You’d return the affection leaning into his touch, but never quite bending the way he wanted you to. Your demeanor soon started affecting him. (Oh, the sweet irony.) He couldn’t help but find his face flaring up whenever you smiled with such kindness at him.

The more time Affogato Cookie spent around you the more conflicted he was. Constantly you pampered him, always making sure he was comfortable and happy. You were quite physical with your affection too, reciprocating his touches. When Affogato brushed up against you it was empty sweetness, nothing more than a deceitful attempt, but your touches were filled with mesmerizing warmth. He could feel his composure melt bit by bit and he had no idea what to do about it.

Slowly he started to consider the idea of just settling in. Perhaps he wouldn’t have to pull strings for admiration after all. You were so sweet, he might’ve even caught something for you.

His arrogant facade finally slipped off one day when you cuddle alongside him by the fireplace. He melted into your side and basked in the warmth. Yes. This was a life worth living. He finally had someone by his side, a loving companion, maybe something even more. His eyes fluttered closed in content, leaning against you warm body.

You sat still as he slept on your shoulder, a small smile crept on your face. Sighing contently you cradled him in your arms once more and carried him up to your bedroom, tucking him in. You smile gently and pecked his forehead. You couldn’t help but stare at him with adoration, he’s so beautiful to you, and now you finally had him with you. You wish you could get closer.

However, a knock from downstairs pulled you out from your daydream. Gently you treaded down the stairs, reluctant to make any noise.

Opening the door you were met with a familiar face. A former friend from your home village stared at you, a concerned expression on their face.

Your heart sank to your stomach. If you wanted to see their face again you wouldn’t have moved away from the village.

“Hey-”

You interupted.

“What do you want?”

“Erm- have you possibly seen, you know- euhm Affogato Cookie around recently?”

The cookie treaded cautiously with their words, their voice not above a whisper. Your eyes narrowed, you knew what this was about, but you feigned ignorance.

“Why?”

You craned your head sideways.

“Well- I just wouldn’t want you to get hurt or anything. You know what he’s done…”

Your face contorted into one of irritation.

“Don’t start with this again.”

In an instant their tone rose, their anger fluctuating as they spoke.

“Oh, I’m sorry, it’s not like you love the man who tried to overthrow the kingdom and start a cult!? I’m so sorry that you’re fucking insane!”

Choking out an irritable laugh the two of you bickered at the front door, spitting out meaningless insults.

Meanwhile, upstairs the string of voices woke up Affogato Cookie, miffed he was woken from his sleep. But Affogato being a nosy man, his interest piqued from the commotion downstairs. Walking half way down he peeked his head over the wall, listening in. Your argument nearly became a screaming match.

“Are you drunk?? You love a fucking psychopath! He’s a power hungry mooch!”

“Oh, I wonder who caused him to be this way? You and the village did! This wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t abuse a goddamn child. All he needed was love! And that’s what I’m giving him now. How about you fuck off and let me live my life?!”

“You’re dense! You can’t jus-“

The door slammed in their face.

Your hand rested on the doorknob, barely able process anything. Your other hand shook violently. You turned your head looking behind you, your eyes met Affogato’s. Your face as pale as the snow. Neither of you blinked as you stared at each other, not a word slipping out.

Affogato cookie slowly crept down the stares, standing just a few inches from you.

This was not how you planned things to be! They weren’t supposed to know yet- what if he didn’t even feel the same? You should’ve just closed the door. Thoughts of rejection ran through your head, failing to see a smile spread across his lips and his advances. Finally, you were snapped out of your head when a pair of lips pressed against yours.

“How amusing. I am blessed to be yours.”

Your face flushed as you returned the kiss, a shaky breath of relief leaving your body. You couldn’t be happier, tears prickling in the corners of your eyes.

“I love you.”

“I love you too darling.”

💋

~Cookie-Kisses

[coryothesub]

Better Now?

Hi, I’m back, not in the bestest place both physically and mentally and very sorry to everyone who has sent in lovely asks recently. I’ve resumed working on them, but for now I can offer a fully self indulgent semi-autobiographical oneshot about Dr. Sejanus Plinth (hey, we all know he wanted to be a medic so very fitting), which is heavily based on my first ever hospital experience.

No, I didn't have a hot doctor that looked like Sejanus, instead I was treated by a couple of pretty funky dudes, but the story about the two surgeries instead of one is completely true (they had to perform a 2nd one, bc they hadn't noticed everything that had to be fixed before the 1st one). Horny roommates are also based on very real persons and the post surgery pain as well as the sickness from the painkillers are unfortunately real (that's why I wasn't really able to write although I kinda wanted to). Oh and the weird tingling sensation around stitches during orgasm is also apparently a thing. Okay sorry for tmi let's get into the smut.

nsfw / mdni / doctor!sejanus / patient!reader / mentions of hospital and some real medical horrors

“Dr. Sejanus Plinth, I’m going to perform surgery on your broken leg and ensure a steady way to your recovery,” he stood at the foot of your bed on your first day at the hospital looking hella handsome wearing his little glasses and a snow white scrubs.

You were feeling shit scared since it was your first time at the hospital. He always tried to cheer you up, tell you a funny joke or take you on a little wheelchair ride. Your roommates said he was obviously flirting, but you always got flustered and brushed it off as professional niceness.

He was ever so clean and perfect, his dark curly hair impeccably styled and a trail of expensive cologne following him wherever he went. How could he possibly fall for the messy looking girl in the hospital bed? Your hair was dirty, you were sweating profusely from the sickening painkillers that probably made you stink.

You couldn't remember any time when you were in so much pain other than the first two days after the surgery. The only thing keeping you sane was  Dr. Plinth’s reassuring smile that appeared above the little curtain right after the surgery. He nodded at you and said “It’s over!”

You had taken it quite literally, not suspecting what was awaiting you in the coming days. Right after the anesthetics wore off the pain became so insufferable you were just silently crying in your bed feeling like your leg was about to explode from the inside.

The nurses pumped you full of painkillers until you dozed off and the first face you saw next morning was Dr. Plinth.

“You are such a good girl, you did so good,” he smiled softly and you weren't quite sure what he was referring to. Was it your performance of laying horizontally during the surgery? Well you didn't have much choice since the lower part of your body had been paralyzed by the anesthetics.

“That hot doctor, he’s totally into you,” your roommates teased, but you just tried to focus on the fact that you were set to get out of the hospital in two days.

Then the bad news came. Dr.Plinth stood at the foot of your bed, his face darkened by concern.

“There's this other thing. A rupture of ligaments. We were able to notice it only after the first surgery. I am afraid I'm gonna need to perform another one. I am really sorry for that.”

You literally felt like you were gonna burst out in tears, but you clenched your jaw, wanting to look stronger than you actually were.

“It's alright Dr.Plinth. What needs to be done has to be done,” you spoke calmly, but your mind was rehashing everything you were bound to go through again. The wait, the anesthetics, the excruciating pain in the first few hours and the discomfort every time you had to move your leg, even if only to sit up for a meal or go to the bathroom.

“How are you feeling today?” The next day you were woken up by the lively voice of Dr. Plinth. Despite your protests, he came to check on you every morning and since your first surgery sort of  failed, he also came in every evening. You weren't sure whether he did that out of guilt or other feelings.

“Have been better,” you sighed with a grim poker face that prevented him from telling whether you were angry with him or just tired.

“I'm so sorry the first surgery wasn't sufficient,” the poor young man started apologizing in front of your roommates. “You weren't supposed to go through that again.”

“It's alright Dr.Plinth,” you batted your eyes at him, making his pretty chubby cheeks blush immediately. “I know you would want only the best for me.”

His hand was resting on the pillow pile next to your casted leg and you ran your fingers over it, almost making him jump at the sensation.

Your roommates were watching the interaction with great interest, probably thinking you both were gonna start making out right then and there.

Feeling their gaze burning through his back, Dr. Plinth offered you a little wheelchair ride. A bit reluctant, you still got yourself out of the bed and let him help you get on the wheelchair.

“Where are you taking me? Do we need another x-ray or a CT scan?”

“No,” Dr.Plinth chuckled. “They don't perform tests at this hour, except for the emergency room. I wanted you to see this.”

He wheeled you to the end of the hallway and stopped at the large window where you could see nothing but endless forest continuing all the way to the horizon. A fiery red sun was sinking above the treeline making you gasp quietly at the sight.

“Beautiful, isn't it?” Dr. Plinth leaned down and you could feel his hot breath lingering on your neck. It seemed almost romantic.

“I come here and watch the sunset at every opportunity when I have the time during my shift. It helps me blow off the steam a bit.”

You turned your head to the side and looked into his soulful brown eyes. He looked even more handsome in high definition.

“It must be hard to work here,” you gave him a sympathetic look.

“Oh, it's just me, as much as I try I can't get myself desensitized to the whole process. I see people hurting every day. And when they hurt, I hurt. That's why I feel so damn guilty every time there's more pain that could have been avoided. Like your second surgery…”

He leaned down closer to you, his lips just mere centimeters from yours.

“I just want to make it up to you. I swear, if I could I would do anything to make you feel better.”

“Anything?” A glimpse of mischief sparked in your eyes.

Dr. Plinth swallowed thickly and nodded.

Quite unexpectedly you cupped his face and smashed your lips into his, something you had been longing to do for quite a time. His lips felt so soft and plump, even better than you could have ever imagined.

Dr. Plinth immersed himself into the kiss, parting his lips to allow your tongue to explore his velvety mouth.

When you two finally broke the kiss to catch some breath, he adjusted his glasses panting softly and looked deeply into your eyes.

“Dr. Plinth, your lips feel so soft,” you chuckled shyly, feeling a treacherous blush filling your cheeks.

“I think you can call me Sejanus at this point,” he looked flustered yet eager to continue your little adventure. 

Sejanus grabbed your wheelchair and opened the nearest door with a plack that said “Sanitary chamber”.

You found yourself in a small room stuffed with toilet tissue, different wipes and sanitary mats, the last rays of the setting sun breaking through the neat stacks of supplies.

Sejanus immediately connected his lips to yours again, his hands running up and down your sides underneath your t-shirt. You gasped as he cupped your naked breasts while gently sucking at your lower lip.

“You know, I could make you feel better in an even more effective way,” he whispered against your lips, his warm hand diving under the waistband of your pajama shorts.

You shivered at the sensation of Sejanus's skillful fingers pressing against your clit, discovering that you were already threathcerously wet.

“What an eager girl,” your doctor groaned as his digits massaged your sensitive bud at a steady place, causing you to let out a series of soft moans against his lips.

Sejanus kept a tight eye contact while letting his two fingers slide inside your squelching wet count while his thumb kept rubbing your clit. It was truly amazing how he managed to cover the whole field.

“Fuck, you’re really good with this!” You moaned as he trailed small kisses down your neck sucking harshly at the spot where it met your shoulder.

Sejanus chuckled mischievously.

“I'm a doctor, we are taught how to touch people in the correct manner.”

“God, did they teach you this at the medical school?” You threw your head back, feeling your legs shaking from the immense pleasure.

“No, princess” Sejanus let out a small laugh, nibbling at your earlobe. “I guess I figured that part out myself…”

Squelching sounds filled the small chamber as he kept fingerbanging you and you tried your best to stifle your moans to avoid the whole floor finding out about your evening shenanigans.

“Oh… Dr…. Sejanus, I’m gonna…” your attempt at building a sentence was cut off by a loud moan as you came all over his fingers, your body shaking and a weird tingling feeling echoing through your stitches.

“Better now?” Sejanus asked in a gentle voice after pressing another soft kiss to your lips.

You nodded, still coming down from your heights as you watched him grab one of the countless tissue packages and gently cleaning you off.

“There you go,” Sejanus smiled, turning your wheelchair back to the exit.

“Wait!” You gave him a concerned look. “Shouldn't I… Return the favor?”

Sejanus graced you with a soft smile, brushing a stray strand of hair off your forehead.

“This was me trying to make amends because I fucked up, remember? Plus, I have to get back to work.”

You pouted, wishing this moment would last longer. Sejanus noticed and tilted your chin up gently giving you a mischievous wink.

“Nobody said we cannot keep practicing this as a form of therapy though.”

[scarletteye]

More crazy/obsessed/yandere Childe

Everybody seemed to enjoy the little post I made where I compared crazy Childe and crazy Scara. So here is another part from my fic that I wanted to use in the original post. He's crazy here, but I figured he was crazier in the "Don't you dare run" moment. Sheesh.

Once again, I just like using his actual name. Ajax mmm

From:

Ornament of Heart, Chapter 16

Evening fell over Snezhnaya fairly quickly. You patiently waited until you saw his carriage arrive on the winding path, and then you rushed to the hallway, choosing to wait for him there along with the maids. You hadn’t done something like that ever since you returned from Fontaine, and as soon as Childe laid his eyes on you, his lips opened in surprise.

He didn’t expect to be greeted by you, but his shock soon morphed into a warm smile. He ignored the maids, choosing to walk over to your side first. “Mila, good evening,” he beamed. “How was your day?”

Your eyes narrowed at him; your jaw tightened as you observed the innocent glint in his eyes. He seemed to be in a good mood after work, so at least you didn’t have to feel bad about interrogating him. If he came home depressed, you would have never dared to question him. You resented him, but you didn’t want him to suffer. Avoiding his panic attacks had long become your problem.

“Weird, actually” you answered.

“Hm? What happened?”

“I wanted to go on a walk. But to my surprise, all the doors of the mansion were locked, and the maids wouldn’t let me out. Know anything about that?”

He raised one of his brows, tilting his head playfully as he gaged your serious expression. Your heart sank as Ajax’s lips twisted into a smirk. “A walk? In this snow?” he chuckled.

“I’m being serious,” you retaliated. “Why am I being locked indoors?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Ajax said. His tone was cheerful, borderline forced, as his eyes squished closed. This overly positive face of his was always the most difficult to argue with, and you were sure he knew that. “We just returned from a mission where we angered a few noblemen. It’s safer to keep the doors locked.”

“Isn’t the mansion guarded?”

“Of course,” he answered simply. “But I don’t want you to run off on your own.”

Your mouth opened in shock; all of your anger thawed as you gawked at Ajax and his overly cheerful façade. He cupped your face, handling you gently despite his hold on you seeming unbreakable. “I’d rather avoid that. Mila.”

“You- what are you saying?” you breathed out. “You’re actually locking me indoors? On purpose? What? Is this some kind of punishment-” you stopped talking as Ajax’s hold on your chin turned harsher. He practically pinched it, digging his fingers into your cheeks. Your heart staggered, reaching your throat in a fleet of panic.

“Mila. Am I wrong to believe that you don’t want to be around me right now?” he questioned. “Last time we were in such a predicament, you ran off on your own in Fontaine. If you can do that in a foreign, unfamiliar country, then I don’t see why my idea sounds far-fetched.”

He finally opened his eyes. Their deep blue hue struck you. Despite his tone being overly sweet, his eyes were completely dead. Lacking any empathy or cheerfulness that oozed from his voice. “You can’t go outside,” he repeated sweetly, pinching your chin with more vigor and leaning his face closer. As if he were cooing at a dog. Your breath hitched.

You jerked your face out of his hold, feeling pain linger on your skin. You took a step back. The maids were mute as they watched your exchange, and his Fatui servants pretended as if they weren’t listening, choosing to lower their heads instead.

Silence nested inside the hallway, and Ajax slowly lowered his hands to his sides. He seemed completely unapologetic as he delivered the news, and you found yourself frozen in his mercy. “If you think this will somehow make me warmer towards you-”

Ajax tilted his head at you, shutting you up as his eyes turned narrower. You were not given space to argue. This wasn’t the first time he used his Harbinger authority over you. He used this same type of tone on you right after proposing, when he practically told you that you didn’t have a choice. But he had never done something like this within the walls of your home.

“This is just until I asses that the air is clear,” he calmed you. “Give it one or two weeks until the dust from Fontaine settles, and if you give me good reasons to believe that you won’t walk out without warning, we can negotiate.”

Your jaw dropped. He didn’t even say that the doors were guaranteed to unlock. He said you will negotiate, meaning nothing was certain.

Cold sweat broke out on your nape, and your eyes turned big with horror. This was unexpected. Ajax never gave you reasons to believe that he would lock you indoors. He never acted so harsh with you. What changed? Did he know that you knew his true motives? Was he sick of your coldness?

“Ajax…” you blurted out. “You can’t be serious. Why are you doing this? Because I wandered outside on my own in Fontaine? That’s… that’s completely insane. Do you hear yourself?”

“The doors have been locked for a whole week, mila. Ever since we returned,” he said. “I fail to see why they would pose an issue to you now. Where were you even hoping to go in this blizzard?”

“What the hell? Can’t I take a walk in the garden? Don’t I deserve fresh air?”

“If you want fresh air, comrade…” he smiled; his lips stretched wide and he leaned down to your level, almost taunting you with his sickeningly sweet voice. “Step onto the balcony or sit by an open window.”

Your eyes turned wider, fully grasping Ajax’s words. All this time you spend ignoring him and treating him coldly, you never stopped to think how he might reciprocate. You thought you wouldn’t care if he got angry at you, but you didn’t expect his anger to turn into this.

Now you were more than aware that he controlled everything and everybody in this house. He had plenty of ways of making you regret your pettiness.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Isn't he so dreamy? lmaooo he really just said "You want air? Then open the window tf?"

Once again, you can find my fic on ao3!

I'll post my second fave crazy Scaramouche moment next. Or maybe more Childe content if you guys want. Lemme know!

[brynn-lear]

Note: This is for December 2024's "Monthly Reader's Beloved" (aka supposedly monthly content I create based on a poll). I'm sad I don't have a lot of FE:TH content when this is an FE:TH-themed blog, so...

Dedue: It's been a few months since a strange man has kept you as his company. Your kidnapper has kept a jar of Duscur seeds since the day you've been held hostage. Each time you tried to run away or attack him, Dedue takes a seed out and bury it someplace else. You wonder what would happen when the jar's emptied... Better yet, just what was that one thing you desperately need to remember before all this...? [Post-Verdant Wind]

Ferdinand: Having been given his land and title back after assisting His Majesty in the war, Ferdinand found himself incredibly conflicted yet terribly empty. Just what even was worth doing when he had helped bury old friends...? Well, the now Margrave Gautier brought him a fine suggestion: find a wife to sire some heirs. Maybe Ingrid and Sylvain's recent wedding has influenced this sudden motivation he has. How else could you explain why his pursuit for your hand has been... relentless. [Post-Azure Moon]

Felix: With the war over, you decided to take a teaching position in the Officer's Academy alongside Felix. Once the boar had been slain, he had no interest in restoring his old stable life whatsoever. Instead, he uncharacteristically nods along and follows your lead. He's no longer the snarky and blunt man you knew. You desperately want to know just what goes on inside your friend's head... and a bottle of whiskey might just do the trick. [Post-Crimson Flower]

Ignatz: He missed you. He paints you daily. It's been half a decade since he last saw you. But... seeing you again... it feels... strange. You certainly didn't look like this the last time he saw you. Were you always this cold? This unmoving? Where has the light in his darling princess' eyes gone to? Your canvas is all blue. What must he do to restore it? Hold still. Let him paint your skin just right. [During Silver Snow]

[clarafyer]

A New Face

Some backstory for my character who will be used in Wild Beyond the Witchlight

Some scenery and general things about the carnival will be made up since I'm a player and won't spoil myself of the campaign

TW for: minor mention of blood, unsettling imagery

A wondrous night indeed, people entering with curiousity and leaving with absolute joy. Tonight was the carnival's last night here before moving on to their next location, wherever it would be. The stars in that glorious night sky glimmered, and the flames within the lamp posts danced. As the moon reached it's peak, a small piece of jewelry shone against it, rolling out from the small alley to the bustling clearing.

The stagehand was on his break, and noticed a broken necklace in the grass, "agh, dammit." Crouching down to pick it up, he scrambled to collect the falling beads before being at the feet of a stranger. He was obscured by darkness, but the intricately bedazzled masquerade mask in his hands highlighted pale, soft fingers. The stagehand stood up to meet the stranger's gaze, but as he fixed his hair out of his face, he only saw a reflection of himself.

He jumped, the hairs on the back of his neck rising before a single finger shushed him. "I won't hurt you, just be quiet," his own voice whispered to him.

The stagehand slapped his mirrored hand away, and opened his mouth to yell, before stopping himself and instead calmed himself. "You aren't allowed back here- whatever you are," he stiffly ordered.

The doppleganger inquired, "well, what can I do so that I am allowed?"

He thought for a moment, "this thing..." he thought to himself, "it should leave, please just make it leave!" He then composed himself, clearing his throat. "You could, uhm- Work. Here. Atthecarnival-"

"That'd be great!" The stranger interrupted with utter glee. "When do I start?" It smiled uncomfortably wide.

"Woah, woah, woah- hold on! Who in the Hells even are you? I'm not even the person to ask about hiring anyways! Why did I..." He trailed off, his mouth agape as his mirror form morphed back into that looming figure from before, putting the mask over his face. His appearance was clearer now. He bore a wide-brimmed hat with a single long feather; a long, regal blue cloak that wrapped around his body, just touching the ground; and of course the mask. The gold-colored mask that'd been scavenged from the box just behind the figure. His skin was silvery, almost porcelain. And his hair was as white as snow, long and wavy, just as his eyes were a piercing- almost glowing the same color

The stagehand's brows furrowed as he noticed a crimson stain on the inside of the newly revealed changeling's cloak, before it quickly was snapped hidden. He jolted his gaze back to those eyes that shone behind the mask, before the changeling spoke, still bearing that damned smile.

"I go by many-a-name, child. But you can call me... Cain."

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Some of the visual descriptions may not end up accurate because the artist in me is constantly fighting the writer in me, but anywho! This is Cain, a changeling rogue (mastermind) whose name totally doesn't reveal everything about him to those who know! It's currently 1 AM, and I still gotta work on his design and character sheet. But he won't end up being used until after we finish Strixhaven, so that'll be a while.

Thanks for reading! :)

[hongyangi]

malevolence | the boyz

a poisoned chalice. a wolf in sheep's skin. a tantalizing apple. and a simple long-awaited vacation. never let them know what you desire. never look them in the eye.

genre: mystery, thriller, crime

warnings: mentions of mental health, murder, violence, blood, psychopathic behavior, 🔞 scenes and language, and p.s. i do not really have much knowledge in the area of law/politics/psychology.

prologue

His lips quivered as the cold winter breeze made contact with his wounds. His vision becoming blurrier as he gathers all his strength to at least crawl. The attacker gave a sinister grin, looking delighted at the sight of his victim. While the snow is falling heavier, its cold caught none of his attention. He shivered as the stinging pain creeped upon his entire body. Before he could even take the slightest step away from his attacker, he was grabbed by his shirt to face him.

The attacker scoffed while forcing him to look into his eyes by pulling his hair, "I'll give you a chance to run away," he said and recklessly dropped his head to the ground, "but if I catch you still breathing, I'll kill you."

He has no intentions of letting him live. He only gave his victim an option to die by himself or get killed. That's what the victim thought. But everything is the least of his worries right now. He just wants to escape this hell of a place in an instant. While the victim forces to carry himself, the attacker let another inauspicious smile. One whose plans were fulfilled accordingly.

I almost thought my heart stopped beating. Barefoot, I stumbled through the ground and into the woods that looked like a maze with no end. My fingers dug into the ground as I keep falling down due to lack of strength, leaving some trail of blood stains. It felt like I am running endlessly until I saw a dimly lit post nearby. Road... Am I finally free...

My heart that was numb from cold and fear has suddenly beat fast, willing me to run faster. I heard wheels of a vehicle from a distance so I stagger forward to climb up the road. The smell of snow mixing with the ground had left me feeling groggy. As I approach the road, I can hear leaves rustling from behind, as if being treaded on. Fear gushes upon me again thinking it was him. I caught my breath. I will not let my fear devour me when I have come this far.

Suddenly, twigs start snapping from behind. They couldn't be breaking on their own. He's here.

I hastily climbed the road and as soon as I could touch the asphalt, I was greeted by the car's head lights. It was blinding. But it gave me hope as my last resort on this hellish day. I reached out my hand and without thinking, jumped in front of it like a madman. I waved my arms and as if time flies, I never noticed its speed. A strong force crashed on my body. The impact was so strong it made me roll from the hood to the rear until I dropped on the road. It stopped. The driver that I thought could save me has also crushed on my last ounce of hope.

That moment he knew he wasn't freezing from the cold. He cannot move and it was because his life is fading away. He couldn't even lift a finger. The car that stopped turned on its engine again and drove away leaving an almost lifeless man and bloody stain on the road. He laid on the road that he thought could give him freedom. But now it was nothing but his deathbed. As the sight of the moving car grows little by little, he saw a man, standing a few feet from him. The man strides lightly, as if no one is calling desperately for the gods to give mercy. The victim tried to scream but no words came out, "Save me" was what the voice in his head desperately calls. His vision blurs out slowly and every blink is taking his energy. He looked up. Snowflakes fell on his face.

Strangely, he felt warmth from it instead of cold. Yet, the warmth is a mere passing second for his last moment. The man crouched beside him and he saw his face, a face painted with a blank emotion. No remorse, no pain, no mercy... the face of someone he will never forget. Even in death.

soon.

[choccy-zefirka]

15 Dialogue Lines!

Tagged by @druckkugelschreiber ! Thank youuuu, I love being tagged in things, even though I am always so slow with filling out the memes, and am too awkward to tag people back!

The prompt was: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

I chose my forever gal Yvie! She's a half-dwarf, half-elf, so I tag her as Lavellan for convenience. The lines are mostly sourced from just a couple of fics bc I have not actually posted a lot of written content about her! (I had some now-deleted fics about Yvie-like OCs I've since scrapped, but they need to be reworked!).

Imagine all of this spoken with a French accent, because Yvie is, in fact, Orlesian (but from a rural area rather than Val Royeaux; there may be some communication issues when she uses her village's dialect around Vivienne, who is a very studious non-native speaker with impeccable knowledge of the standard Orlesian, as prescribed by the Fantasy Académie Française).

"I heard some Chantry sermons from the humans in my hometown, but I don’t remember the part where Andraste cooked meals for the Maker"

"You see someone half the human height, with ears to match, and your mind instantly jumps back and forth between 'servant' and 'smuggler'… And yet humans are not so quick to let either of my kin learn a trade, no?"

"It is never gratifying to kill people — not for me! I am a gardener, not a warrior"

"My eldest sister joined the Grey Wardens many years ago... After the Fifth Blight ended and the Hero of Ferelden vanished, Empress Celene sent her to Amaranthine, to rebuild. And I ran away from home, all the way from Orlais, to visit her. I was still so young back then, and I thought it was going to be some grand adventure, but — but instead, I saw the darkspawn come back."

"Créateur! Of course I won’t punish you!"

"There is nothing wrong about loving a monster... And trust me, nobody wishes Corypheus was worthy of love more than me."

"I looked into his eyes when he tried to pry the Mark from my hand. I saw how much he had suffered. I saw the pain of wanting to find his gods, to discover, perhaps, what he truly meant to them, to the world; what meaning his life could have… Only to find a cold, indifferent silence."

"[The Architect] is a friend of my sister’s... I met him once, a year after the Fifth Blight."

"I could not fathom what all the fuss was back then. Why would silly Julie fall for [Loghain] a man twenty years her senior, who'd been the archnemesis of her predecessor? But it seems like a weakness for villains runs in the Kader family."

"Experimental nug breeding facilitator. Formulated at the request of Lady Nightingale. Handle with care. Effects on humanoids may be adverse"

"I shared my family’s fruit preserve recipe with [Flissa], though there’s not much fruit to choose from, with snow everywhere!"

"The dwarf side of my family was lucky to start a fruit orchard on the surface instead of getting sucked into the Carta."

"Do you know how flimsy the locks are in here? Before the cells started filling up, I would watch Sera — who is a friend, by the way; do not be hard on her — pick them for sport!"

"I am sorry. In the future... When the Elder One had taken over the world... I — I had to kill you."

"I cannot stop thinking about why every highway robber I 'take care of' chose to do what they did."

[m34gs]

Treasure You

Just a quick Twisted Wonderland AU scene that came to my head. I don't know if I'll ever actually use it in a fic but I wanted to share it, so here it is!

Pairing: Kalim x Idia

Word Count: approx. 1000

Idia is a bit OOC in this one, but I enjoyed writing him like this.

               Treasure…it was supposed to be treasure. But there was none to be found. Almost nothing of monetary value even in the room, and yet he stood…transfixed.

Kalim could not help but gaze in wonder. Skin as pale as snow itself. Hair as blue as the sky on a clear day. Lips a deathly indigo. The figure was silent and still, far too still to be alive. And yet, no stench of death. No sign of decay. Something pulled at him to come closer.

               He stepped toward the bed. It was silent but for the eerie wind whistling outside the abandoned tower. The sole resident lay on the bed before him. Ebony roses rested in their hands, positioned to clasp gently on the stomach. Kalim barely dared to breathe as he approached…as if his very presence could disturb the eerily beautiful scene.

               Man? Woman? He was not sure. Only that they were incredibly beautiful…and that he wanted both to watch them forever from afar, and also to touch the porcelain skin.

               Cobwebs hung from the ceiling, decorating every wall, but none touched the figure on the bed. Kalim brushed one out of his way, shaking it off his hand and rubbing it’s traces out of his white hair. He stumbled closer to the bed, not fully aware of his surroundings, his eyes glued to the beautiful person who lay there. Could they even be called a person, He wondered. Surely not, when such ethereal beauty radiated off of them.  But did he have a better word?...angel, perhaps…

               He lowered himself so he was kneeling next to the bed now, the top of the mattress at chest height. A fresh fragrance wafted up from the roses and Kalim sighed softly.

               With one hand, he reached out and gently touched the angel’s hair. It was soft, silky. Kalim hummed gently to himself and brushed a stray strand out of the stranger’s face. Their skin was smooth and he could not help but let his slightly roughened fingers linger on it.

               A gust of wind rattled the windows. Kalim yanked his hand back, eyes wide. The window shutter gave and swung inward. The wind hissed through the room, stirring the drapes pinned around the four-post bed and tugging at the bedding until, with what almost sounded like a sigh, it found the one it was looking for. He watched with wide eyes as the chest of the figure rose for the first time since he’d stepped into the room. Eyelids fluttered open, revealing piercing gold eyes. Kalim met the stranger’s gaze and felt as though his own breath had been stolen away.

               The figure shifted and sat up, roses still in his hand. “Is it time to go?” the words were whispered, the voice rather masculine but not croaking, as if they hadn’t been asleep at all.

               Kalim’s brain whirred. He didn’t register the question at first, and instead led with one of his own. “Are you…an angel…or human?”

               The figure tilted their head. “I am a man,” he replied in a steady, soft tone. Then, he repeated, “Is it time to go?”

               Kalim blinked. He looked at the open window, where he could see dark grey and purple clouds gathering. A storm on the way. He turned his gaze back to the man. “I…suppose it is,” Kalim answered. How can he be so calm when I, a stranger, just woke him? He wondered.

               As if he could hear the words inside Kalim’s head, the stranger stated, “I knew you would come for me. My brother saw it. He left me here to wait.”

               The left more questions than it answered, but from the stranger’s matter-of-fact tone, it didn’t seem he would be elaborating. At least, not now. “…what’s your name?” Kalim asked.

               The strange man regarded him as he stood. “Isn’t the rule that you introduce yourself first?” he asked, his golden eyes glittering with an unreadable emotion.

               Kalim felt his cheeks heat up. “Ri-right. I’m Kalim. Kalim Al-Asim. You are?” he replied as he held out his hand.

               The other man looked at his outstretched hand. “Idia Shroud,” he answered as he took Kalim’s hand. Kalim pulled him gently closer.

               “Idia,” he echoed. Idia’s cheeks turned a slight pink, a healthy glow to his skin that hadn’t been there when he lay in the bed. Kalim found it made him even prettier. He realized he was staring after a few moments, and he cleared his throat awkwardly. “C-come on, then.”

               Idia clutched his bouquet of black roses. Kalim led him from the room, down the stairs, to the tower entrance. He opened the door and cool daylight spilled in, grey from the clouds blocking the sun. It was here that Idia paused. His shimmering gold eyes were wide and fixed on the world outside. Barely perceptible, a shiver ran through his body.

               Kalim tilted his head. “Idia?” The other’s gaze snapped to him immediately, so intent, so focused it nearly made Kalim duck his head with shyness. Instead, he turned to look outside. “H-how long…how long were you waiting?”

               Idia wet his lips before answering. “Centuries.”

               Kalim blinked. “But…the roses,” he pointed out.

               Idia looked at the bouquet, the one he still held firmly. “They were a gift. From my brother,” he replied quietly. Kalim supposed if the brother could keep Idia alive for centuries, then perhaps roses were no problem.

               Kalim squeezed Idia’s hand gently. “Don’t be afraid, I’ll be out there with you,” he promised. Idia looked at him again, the hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

               “That would be…nice,” was all he said, but it was all he needed to say. He followed Kalim outside. Once out, he did pause again, only to turn and rest the roses on the ground against the closed door.

               Kalim led him away from the tower to a horse nearby. Black as night, with a white star on its forehead, it snorted gently as they approached. It would take them away, far away. It would take them home.

               Perhaps Kalim had found a treasure after all.

[randomkposts]

I've since learned more about eastern values,

but when I first heard Dimitri was Earth, I had a convo with Eclipse I still like to look back to.

So,

Dimitri and Water Symbolism

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K:-I think the fandom is missing out on a lot of ways Dimitri could have a lot of water symbolism. This is messy, but I saw a post that gave Dimitri earth element and had an equivalent of "he would not say that". 

I think the element of water really suits him

E:-Now please elaborate ur big brain thoughts on this subject 👀🍿

K:-Like, he's called the Tempest king in in some routes, which is a violent wind storm, especially one with rain, hail, or snow. A violent commotion, disturbance or tumult.

Rain, hail, and snow are all forms of water, brought in by the storm. Claude is the lord who has wind magic, and in an Azure moon route, is the one who allies with him

Dimitris magic is lightning, which is not water, but water is a conduit for electricity.

I could speculate in the direction of Caladblog, the sword of Irish legend Fergus mac Ròich, whose name means hard lightning. Or for a spear, Gae Assail (lightning spear), which was kind of like Irish Molinjor, and never missed its mark and returned to user. Though if we want to tie time skip Azure Moon Dimitri into this, we could go with Claimoh Solais (sword of light) "once unsheathed, no enemy could survive it's wrath"

Wait no, sword lore is cool, but the topic is water.

Mentality-wise, where Edelgard takes her tragedies as fuel to burn the world with, and Claude adapts, Dimitri drowns. 

He drowns in his responsibilities, his regrets, his mistakes, and his declining mental health. His wrath and his ghosts.

But just as water is a death symbol, it is also a symbol of life and resurrection. 

Stagnate water is a stillness, a death, a stasis. 

In rushing water is dangerous, deadly, and chaos associated. It destroys, it leave ruin in its wake, not a bringer of life. 

Dimitri in timeskip is the ocean and full of dangers. 

It's when water is running that it is safe. Running water is not staying still to let disease build up, but moving in a flow that benefits the people. It nourishes.

In Azure moon, the blue lions helped  Dimitri out of the water he was letting control him (in part a hand offered in support to be pulled, but also in part by convincing him to leave that body of water), and throughout that route, the flow of water was redirected into flowing water that could help people. 

So the game has three parts.

Academy:- stagnant. Busy holding an illusion around his mental health status. Also, unable to meaningfully enact change within his kingdom. Can also reference his uncle who stopped his father who was enacting change, and kind of just held things as they deteriorated under his care. And let The Moles run loose.

Time skip- the rain has come. The damm, which has held the water stagnant, has burst, and water is rushing through, carving a path of blood into the enemy army. 

Which means in other paths, it is raining and leaking out in bursts. It's too dangerous to do anything about the damm, and also no one has the tools or time to fix it, so they watch with apprehension.

Post game. The rushing water has been redirected into flowing water, that can benefit the community. He rules, he helps his people instead of being directed at the enemy.

Also, to make a bit of a pun, sorta. 

Splash damage-"damage caused by a nearby explosion, affecting creatures within a certain radius"

Except his splash damage is emotional. Oh also check out each-uisge.

Wait, maybe frozen works better as a starting point for academy Dimitri... Hail?

Fearghus land of north, mountains, cold, and sea. And desert with Sreng.

E:-Okay okay am very much loving what you have about stages of water he is. Particularly the one with stagnant water which carries a disease rampant for anyone in it or near. 

K:-To drain the wound?

E:-The water is no longer filthy and the water purifies itself when its removed. The water is no longer dirty or green but now clear water.

 K:-And Maybe in other routes, he becomes hail. Dangerous, destructive, flung at random in differing sizes? 

Hail:-God's wrath. Judgment. Dream wise hail means emotional turmoil with tiresome thoughts.

Just symbolism alone:- rain is healing, renewal, cleansing, transformation, emotional rebirth, and gifts from the heavens. It can also be sadness, despair, loneliness and isolation.

Storms symbolism:- energy, change, disturbances, unpredictability, chaos, madness, and transformation. 

Sometimes big changes must happen in order to experience healing and renewal

The way to renewal is often through the path of destruction.

E:-Rain is calming as it is deadly. Wait till we explain acidic rain.

K:- thank you. Oh, I found a card that should come up in Dimitris Tarot reading. Ten of wands. Probably in reverse.

"The ten of wands is a card of burden. This principle can apply easily to your work life. When upright, the ten suggests that you are feeling overworked. It might be that you have too many projects for you to handle on your own. See if it is possible to delegate or share your load with others. Collaboration and delegation are your greatest aids at this time. Do not be afraid to ask for assistance or speak up about an uneven distribution of work. If your workload is not particularly heavy right now, it might be that you find the tasks at hand uncommonly difficult or draining. It is still okay to ask for a hand if you need one.

Ten of Wands Meaning-

If you would rather not swap to a web page you can read below

The Ten of Wands Tarot Card Description

"A man is shown carrying a heavy burden of wood, in the form of ten bundled wands, approaching a town which is not too far. This image on the ten of wands indicates a person who has already struggled in life and has succeeded, and he is now carrying the harvests to his final destination. Although he is not near the destination, it shows that he has finished the hardest part of life struggle and he just needs a place to relax and revel in his success. "

Upright Ten of Wands Meaning;

"This card shows that you have already completed the circle of struggle. After spending too many resources and lots of energy looking for success, you have finally overcome the obstacles. The sweat off your brow was worth it - your efforts have finally been rewarded. You may find yourself living in a world of abundance where poverty and suffering have no chance to intervene.

Although it sounds marvelous and satisfying, the card depicts a lot of responsibilities on your side. You are now the sole problem solver in your circle of family and friends which could even propel you into another world of challenges. At this point, you are also flooded with responsibilities to maintain your success. The businesses that you have started are flourishing and keeping you on your toes. The main problem is that these issues could overwhelm you if you lose control, which requires you to make sure that you know how to prioritize and solve the relevant ones.

In the real world, this card expresses how people try to burden themselves with responsibilities after they attain initial success. It is like graduating from college, getting a job and then starting to make it in the real world. More challenges keep coming, you may find yourself looking after you parents, starting a family and at the same time look to others, which may make you feel as though you not yet successful. It becomes a burden because at some point you find out nothing is enough to accomplish all these duties. The general lesson of the card is that people should be moderate, prioritize and understand that they cannot solve everything, some things must be let go, given to others, the burden shared.

When the Ten of Wands card is reversed, it indicates that you are truly burdened by circumstances which are not necessary in your life. Look around and see what is bothering you that will not positively impact yourself even if you rectify it. Drop them all and be a free being that can think soberly and do things accurately. Anything that does not add value in your life is not worth your time, so let it go."

Reversed Love Meaning :

"failure to share burdens with partner, finding emotional support from partner

Carrer-relief from work burdens, finding support, delegating tasks, burn out

Finances:-relief from financial burden, finding assistance, deeper economic trouble.

Azure moon timeskip deff has ten of swords though. 

[justadeadreaper]

Valentine's Day

Happy Valentine's Day! I will be posting the first part of my Valentine's Day fic now, and later, I will edit it so that it has the rest of the fic later as I just need to go through it and update the grammar, so please ignore this until this message has been deleted. I just want to upload some now as it is a Valentine's Day fic and today is Valentine's Day.

This is a fic between König (called Konrad in the fic as his name changes depending on if he is at work or at home as he puts on a different persona for work) and an OC called Aster. This is part of my series for my Rewrite AU, where I rewrite COD as I do not like MWIII and have so many ideas for the series.

A love-drunk smile had taken over his face as he placed the last of the boxes on the mat that was nestled in front of the door. Konrad gently closed the door behind him as he pushed his keys through the hole to lock it once more. He was happy with himself, and his smile only grew as he heard a meow from behind him as little paws tapped against the hardwood floor in his direction.

He turned around to see the little cat that was meowing at him for its normal welcome home scratches.

“Hallo, kleine. Have you been looking after everything while I’ve been gone?” Konrad asked as he knelt down to meet the cat at their level so he could give them the attention they pestered for.

“Now you need to be quiet for vati. I have a surprise that I do not need you setting off. Think you can do it Blitz?” he asked the cat as if it was a child that needed to keep a secret.

The cat only meowed in return; a satisfied huff left his lips.

“Liebling, I’m back.” Konrad called out as he stood back up.

No response. Odd, but maybe they could not hear him.

“Mein Stein?” Konrad called out again as his paranoia started to spike.

Still nothing.

“Hallo?” He continued to call out as he rushed down the hallway to the lounge.

Once he got to their lounge, he could not see a thing. It was like the whole place had been shrouded by darkness compared to their hallway, which had been lit as usual.

“Aster? Is everything okay?” Konrad asked as he walked around the living room to the light switch but to also try and find him as his worry continued to grow.

“Liebling, where are you?!” he shouted as his worry jumped to the next level, thinking that something horrid had happened while he was gone; he had made a lot of enemies after all.

“Konrad! I am here, do not worry.” A voice called out as he heard them walk out of the doorway of the dimly lit kitchen.

“Well, why are all the lights off then? And why didn’t you answer?” Konrad grumbled, his worry slowly disappearing to be replaced by annoyance and anger.

“Stop! I am sorry! I was busy doing something, and I was playing music through them, so I did not switch it off and hear you until Snow knocked me! Just do not turn them on!” Aster shrieked as even in the dark he could see that his boyfriend was going to turn on the light.

“Liebling, why wouldn’t I? I can barely see in front of my nose; it’s that dark in here.” Konrad shook his head as he flicked the light on to illuminate the room.

As soon as the light hit his boyfriend he understood why Aster had said to keep the lights off. The shorter man stood a few feet in front of him; his black but greyed hair was tied into a makeshift bun as loose, curly strands sprung loose. Konrad saw the bloodied apron -the only assumption he could make as the poor apron was covered in a red liquid- that covered the front of Aster’s body to hide the ill-fitting clothes of Konrad’s that he wore beneath it.

“I am so sorry.” He apologised as he turned around to stare at the wall instead of at him. “I’m looking away, I promise.” “It is why I told you to not turn the lights on,” Aster sighed.

Aster rushed to one of the cabinets they had in the lounge to store documents and supplies that also displayed the pictures and figurines of different anime characters on top. Konrad heard the rustling as Aster looked underneath the stacks of documents before he moved to the cleaning supplies that he removed and put back in with a thud. Then there was a collection of bangs as doors and drawers were searched, accompanied by some more rustling.

“I can not find one!” Aster screeched as he continued with his search.

“Have you checked the top right drawer?” Konrad proposed the idea of checking it.

“Yes, of course I have!” Aster snapped like he had been called idiotic.

“If you need me to I’ll go to the bedroom and grab one.” Konrad offered as he turned the balls of his foot in the direction of the stairs.

“No! I do not need you running after me because I am an idiot and forgot where I put my own veils,” Aster shook his head, his words between a sigh and a grumble.

“Don’t degrade yourself for a slip-up. And are you sure you checked the draw properly? There should be two under my journal,” Konrad responded, as he had been sure that he had put some in the cabinet in case there were ever any surprise guests.

He heard no response in return as he heard the drawer be opened once more. More rustling. Then some grumbles he could not understand that were followed by the drawer shutting again.

“Found it?” Konrad asked to confirm before he counted down for when he could turn around.

“Yes,” Aster muttered, “Thank you”

“See, I told you! You shouldn’t worry about this. I always have one around here somewhere for you. I probably have enough of them to veil a whole church,” Konrad shook his head as he sighed to himself.

Konrad listened as he watched the wall. He heard as the fabric rustled before pins clipped it into place, but he dared not to turn around just yet. He waited as he knew that it took time to make sure everything was in place.

“Aster?” Konrad asked after a minute.

“Yes?” Aster replied, his voice tinted with worry as he knew what was going to be asked.

“Why are you covered in blood?” Konrad asked as he tried not to sound too judgemental or curious.

“Just listen-”

“If you need me to hide a body, you could have just said. I don’t need you pulling your back out again because you don’t want to bother me,” Konrad cut Aster off before the shorter man got to explain.

“No, it is not a dead body,” Aster replied with a huff, as that was Konrad’s first thought, “Why is your first thought me killing someone?”

“It’s you,” Konrad replied

“Eh- Fair enough,” Aster agreed as he knew there was no arguing with that statement.

“You once told those stupid village hormone goblins that if they tried to steal our fruits again, you’d turn them into soap bars that you’d sell to their mothers. I’ve seen what you do to people on the field. I wouldn’t be surprised if you caught them stealing today and went along with your promise,” Konrad went on to drive his point in.

“I was frustrated since they took my perfectly good tomatoes. They were for my jambalaya! What were those brats going to use them for?! Throw them at Mrs. Dobler because they think that the old crone is a witch?!” Aster rolled his eyes as he squawked on.

“Why are you covered in blood then?” Konrad sighed as he was still curious as to where the blood was from.

“It does not matter,” Aster dismissed him.

“And where are the boys? Aeolus has normally come running to me by now, don’t tell me that it’s their blood,” Konrad groaned; he was ready to kill Aster if anything had happened to the boys; he had grown quite attached after all.

“No. I know I am horrid, but I am not that bad. This is just some tomato juice and blood from some meat. The three of them are at the Wieser’s home for the night,” Aster replied; he was offended that Konrad thought so lowly of him even if he knew that the thoughts were justified.

“Why?” Konrad asked.

“I thought you wore glasses so you could see?” Aster looked him up and down as he knew Konrad was wearing them.

He growled, to which Aster only sighed; he had hurt the giant’s feelings.

“Take a look around. Unless a sudden tumour has formed in your brain, which has caused your ability to see to vanish, I think you can see what is going on,” Aster groaned as he pinched the sides of his nose.