#honestly even if they weren't written with the intention of that... if I went into the arena with a hot murder boy and we were both trained

[cloverskentwells]

clove sees blood all over cato's face and her brain short circuits. he sees her with a knife and it has the same effect

[artificialbreezy]

AN: I’ve jumped on the best friend trend. so plz enjoy this best friend Noah smutty thought i had. this was a quick write, and also written on my phone so plz ignore the capitalization errors.

NSFW below the cut ◡̈

Honestly, if anyone were to ask, you weren't sure how you would have told them. how it started, who brought it up, or even how the topic came up. but here you were, pj shorts at the foot of his bed, legs spread and Noah watching you from his desk chair.

you were both giggly about it. it seemed silly, but he’s your best friend who cares? but that all went away the second your legs spread. the man's eyes going a little wide, pupils blown as he watched your hand roam down your body.

this wasn't sexy, well it wasn’t meant to be.

"uh, like this?" you asked, a little embarrassed. "fuck, this is stupid."

you were against his pillows, the show long forgotten, the bowl of popcorn moved to his desk. Noah was still at his desk, starry eyes watching you intently.

your hand was down the front of your underwear, shakey fingers searching for something you shared you’d never been able to achieve on your own.

you still were questioning why you told him.

Noah adjusted himself, his growing cock pressed against the fabric of his shorts. forever wishing he put on boxers today.

he didn't know the rules when it came to getting yourself off in front of your best friend. so he kept it a little light, laughed breathily and asked, "you're such an idiot. are you even touching your clit?"

his words ran through you, a simple question truly but it was bordering on the dirty talk you desperately craved to come from his mouth.

you squirmed, shrugging, unable to take your eyes off of Noah. he was watching your hand move, content with seeing your fingers moving through your folds.

"i think so?" you claimed. "i don't know. it's just, it's too wet to feel anything really.”

Noah felt his breath get stuck in his throat.

you watched his cheeks burn, wondering if he'd move closer, if you asked.

you don’t know when, but he’s at the edge of his bed now. still in his chair. his fingers brushing against your ankle.

"no, I know. fuck, um-" Noah swallowed, shifting again. "move in circles, be a bit softer. fuck, sweetheart. yeah, you'll feel it."

so you did, two fingers exploring slowly, up and down between your folds, moving a little higher until you reached the spot he was just picking on you for, the pads of your middle and pointer touching a little bump that made your breath hitch.

you laughed to yourself, feeling stupid, feeling floaty, searching for that high. you crinkled your nose, as you did slow circles, soft and shy.

"oh," you mumbled, mouth parting slightly. still watching Noah.

he pressed his lips together, eyes flickering from your hand to your face.

"yeah? does that feel good?"

"uh huh, feels good."

you thought you heard him let out a soft noise.

"will I come?" you asked, still feeling small. "if I keep doing this?"

you were squirming again, moaning softly, chasing your high. he was watching you, open mouthed.

he was too far gone to try and hide it, when he dragged his palm over himself, you moaned, eyes following his movements.

"yeah, fuck. just keep doing that. do what feels good, okay?" voice hoarse, and wrecked, "you're doing so good, baby."

the praise made your hips lift from the bed a little, fingers moving down a little further, confidence building as Noah kept rubbing over his cock,"holy shit, that's fucking hot. you gonna show me how tight you are?" he croaked.

“uh huh”, head tipped back into the pillows. you wanted him to keep talking. you just didn't know how to ask him.

your foot slipped, bumping into Noah's arm and he caught your ankle, wide palm wrapping around as he held you. making you shiver.

"oh, there you go," he murmured. “that's it, baby. fuck, you're so good. can't believe you're gonna let me watch you cum. gonna be a good girl and show me how bad you want it? won’t ever need anyone else after this. just me and you.”

[twst-drabbles]

Malleus 15

Summary: A way home was finally found a year after you rejected Malleus's advances. Once you got home and were settled in, an invitation made it's way to you, written to you by Malleus Draconia, King of Briar Valley. How many years have passed?

(I've been on an odd writing spree, but for my original writings. It's weird, but I'll take it! Anyways, have a what-if situation of a King Malleus still yearning for the Prefect! Might continue it if people are interested enough in this what-if scenario.)

"Then would it be possible," Malleus reaching out to you as you faced the star-filled sky, "for you and I to share in each others lives?"

…and so the day finally came. When Malleus would gather up his courage and confess in the way all faeries do, in sentences layered over passionate feelings.

Honestly, the thought of being in a relationship with Malleus didn't sound all that bad. He's a sweet man, if a bit air headed with how easily lost in.

You do feel bad, honestly, for the fact that your feelings never ran deeper than general interest. You don't yearn for him, you can't. Especially not when you know that he's a prince. If you want to love him properly, if you want to build upon this general interest, you'd have to accept that specific part of him.

However, when you imagine the future laying before you, you see that it has nothing to do royalty.

Malleus has done nothing wrong. It's just unfortunate that he's a prince. His future was simply not one that will mesh well with your own.

"My life in my own," you said, "I don't intent to share it anymore than I already have. I'm… simply not interested."

You knew him too well. You can't pretend to be ignorant and go through hoops just to convince yourself that surely he didn't mean that, that he meant something different and that it's all platonic. Because, to you, that's just an excuse to not be blunt and say no. To avoid hurting the other party.

But avoiding what needs to be said is worse.

So, you had to reject him and leave it at that. You didn't like hurting him, but you also can't delude yourself and think that everything will somehow work out, especially since your feelings don't match his own.

Malleus didn't push and you didn't make him leave. And so you both stayed, continuing on as you always have, two people with positions too unique to truly be ignored.

The day came that you would leave. You said your goodbyes, you had your parties and feasts, and when all was said and done, you were relieved to be leaving. To finally go back home.

You waved to them all, to all the people you've met along the way, and passed through the mirror without a second glance back.

Time barely passed by when you got home. So little time, in fact, that your phone was still near to full battery. Dust didn't collect on your bed or dining table like you expected, and there wasn't a single voice message or text asking about your whereabouts.

It's as if you didn't vanish at all. Well, to be fair, you weren't the kind of person to keep in constant or close touch with anyone. You liked your alone time a little more than the average person, but it wasn't anything to make you feel guilty over.

In fact, you're relieved, that only a minimal amount of time has escaped you. You didn't have to go home to frantic worries, to people getting angry out of concern for your sudden disappearance. Everything was calm and level. It was easy enough to go back to the routine you had before.

You missed this, you will admit that. You missed the air and scent of your bed, the grocery store and all its busy chatting, the scent of baked or fried snacks surrounding the local flea market, and even the way the wind flows through the trees. Sure sure, the land you were previously in had all these things, but they weren't yours if that made sense.

Honestly, after a while, you were almost convinced that everything that went on back in Night Raven College was just a dream. If only because, like a dream, you can really only enter and exit such places once.

But then an invitation entered your hand.

Addressed to you, handwritten in such a way that can only be taught in professional calligraphy classes. It tells of a tour around the gardens in the abode of the King of Briar Valley.

King, huh? Has that much time really passed? Putting that aside for a moment, you can't say you were shocked that, out of all people to be able to send a letter right to you, you would place your bets on Malleus.

That being said, you couldn't say no. It's been a while but you're familiar with Malleus's language. A simple tour just for the sake of a tour? No, that's not it at all. He probably misses you. And, to an extent, you miss being over there. A visit is probably due right about now.

And, if things go the same way as they did last time, you'll be gone then back in the blink of an eye.

So, you wrote your reply and placed in on the nearest full body mirror.

You probably should've practiced your landing when it comes to mirror traveling. You fell right through, though you were lucky enough to grab the edge of the mirror before you could crack your knees.

Immediately, you were hit with the scent of cold and old magic, that sharp scent, not quite ozone, less metallic than that, less chemical-like than that. It was neutral magic, subdued in smell but overpowering enough to fill your sense anyway.

It's been a hot minute since you've been here. You're not quite to magic anymore, and you couldn't help but start coughing and clearing your throat.

Then, you were practically washed away with the smell of fresh rosemary.

"You��" And, as you expected, his voice stayed the same, and yet you can hear it, that small bit of quivering, as though he can't believe what's before him. "So, the invitation did make its way towards you, dear Child of Man. Are you alright? Are you sick?"

You held out your hand and coughed into your hand, trying to get this weird stickiness out.

"I'm, ugh, I'm fine, Hornton," Ah, should you really be calling him that now that he's king, apparently? Ah, who cares, you're the guest, you can be forgiven. "It's been a bit. Not all that used to magic anymore, is all."

And then, you looked up. Before, you wouldn't say his horns were malleable or soft, but there is a difference to them. Their color has darkened, and there these silver decorations about them that made those horns seem longer than they actually are.

There was a laugh. "Are my horns truly such a marvel? Well, if you so ask, I won't mind you touching them, if only to prove to you that they are no mere illusion."

"No, I'm good on that front," you sighed then finally looked to Malleus's face. "Huh. You look… older."

Older, and that's honestly kind of concerning for you. He isn't aged, not in the same way you've felt around Lilia. Yes yes, Lilia has a youthful face to him, but after a while, you can't help but notice the little things that betray his true age. Much like now, where you can see the slightest dips in his eyes, near his mouth.

Like most fae, they seem forever young, but the signs don't skip anyone no matter long they stay alive.

The fact is, enough time has passed that Malleus visibly aged.

Malleus, in all his kingly regalia, closed his eyes and took a deep breathe in. "It hasn't been that long. How many years…twenty? Perhaps thirty or less? Ah but, that's an age for children of men, isn't it? And yet, time hasn't so much as glanced at you. You look just the same as I remember, perhaps more youthful. But, that aside, I'm glad to know that this invitation made it you, before life has left your body."

…thirty years? Thirty years? So, time really does pass by differently in your home, huh? That's… you don't know what to think, honestly. Awful? Interesting? It certainly doesn't feel good.

"That long? How much did I miss?" Were there reunions? Letters written to you but could never be sent? And how is everyone else doing with their lives? Are they still alive? Did someone die an early death potentially? And what about families? Did they start some?

…ugh, you hate this feeling. You only have theories and questions and already you're feeling left out from it all.

Well, all you can do is take it one step at a time. Get to know what has happened, and move forward from there. You have no choice but to do so.

Malleus placed a gloved hand on his chin. "…it would take too much time to say right now. Perhaps I'll tell you all that I know as I walk you around the garden? You did accept the invitation, did you not?"

Your mind wasn't quite here, so you just nodded with a, "Right, right."

"Then," Malleus turned, his hair much longer now, perfectly groomed without a knot in there, "shall we be off?"

And you followed, feeling a bit awkward in the fact you were just wearing casual wear.

"…is that lipstick you're wearing, Hornton?" Probably not what you should be focusing on, but you couldn't help but notice. You're more used to his pallid lips than that luscious color.

"Hmm? Why, yes. It was shade recommended to me by one of my servants. If I remember right, this was something crafted by Schoenheit."

"Oh, so his stuff's world famous now, I take it?"

"World famous? Hmm, not quite sure what that entails, but the influence has made its place here. So, influential enough. Does it look odd on me?"

"Don't worry, it looks nice."

[hamletshoeratio]

didnt she also say something nasty about the queen when one of her kids had just died

Yeah here's part 2 of this

The way she talked about the death of Queen Charlotte's granddaughter; Princess Charlotte, who was historically only twenty-one when she died in childbirth. The Lady Whistledown commentary in QC is just outright cruel, it's clear Queen Charlotte in the off-season (QC present day timeline being set in the Winter/Early spring break between season 2 & 3) becomes Penelope's biggest target in the aftermath of her fallout with Eloise. There's no other way to describe it.

Ngl the above is really disturbing to me. She's angry at Eloise, has lost access to info from the Bridgertons because of her falling out with Eloise, and she's angry at the Queen for getting angry at Penelope's own words as LW, and trying to discover LW as a result. And so she spends the off-season insulting and attacking a grieving Queen Charlotte. I mean that's one way for a flower to bloom I guess...

Theo, one of the only working class characters in the show, nearly lost his job because of lady whistledown and may have lost it in the aftermath of the season.

A lot of her general commentary as Lady Whistledown isn't clever or witty; it's just outright cruel.

The way she talks about the Bridgerton family, a family that trusts and cares for her, is horrible. Particularly, the way she wrote about Daphne in season 1.

Betraying Eloise's trust for two entire seasons because it didn't start with the Theo situation. She listened to Eloise's frustrations about Daphne and then used LW to attack and belittle Daphne. Speaking as a sibling, I will rant about my sisters until kingdom come to my friends but the minute a so-called friend starts publicly attacking my sister, it's over. I would not be in control of my actions. Like over the course of two seasons, she's attacked and nearly destroyed the reputations of Eloise's eldest sister, two of her brothers, her first love, and the entire family as a result. Judging by the Bridgertons were born to shine line in the trailer, I doubt Francesca will make it through the season unscathed.

She hasn't felt real remorse. Despite nearly causing Marina's death (as she tried to miscarry in the aftermath of LW revealing her pregnancy), she ends season 1 smirking about being LW. Hasn't written or contacted Marina to see how she has been since, got jealous Colin went to see her and still probably hasn't written or visited her. Not to mention her "I least did something. All you did is talk" speech at the end of season 2 to Eloise. A speech that wasn't even accurate as Eloise had been to meetings, listened to speeches and debates, debated with Theo, shared and read and discussed different political leaflets with Theo, Eloise had grown intellectually from the beginning to the end of the season. It's because of Penelope that that came to an end.

Outside of rescuing Daphne from her betrothel to Berbrooke in s1, what good has her work as LW actually done? It's ruined far more lives than it's helped, and intervened countless times when it didn't have authority to. Many secrets weren't Penelope's to tell.

I could honestly keep going but I genuinely don't know how she's supposed to get redeemed in eight episodes because the character we have at the minute in no way deserves a happy ending. LW didn't really matter in the books as it wasn't as active a plot point as it is in the show. By expanding the LW concept to give Penelope a more complex arc, they've unwittingly robbed her of what made people like her book counterpart and as a result created a villain that they have no intention of trying to redeem, because they don't believe she needs to be redeemed.

[genericpuff]

I’m gonna have to disagree with you that Kaos is any better than LO. It’s all the same bull crap.

Kaos just seems like live-action LO, both having a boring storyline with bad or fetishized characterizations of the Greek Gods and figures, and both looking artistically beautiful and some cool concepts, but badly executed. The only difference is that Kaos has more LGBTQIA+ themes than LO, has a tiny bit more Greek references, and gets much darker. That’s pretty much it.

As a Greek who studies our myths and stories extensively, I’m tired of the west trying to take and rearrange our stories and retell them ‘with a modern, western lense’. It’s exhausting and infuriating.

It’s time the west gets over its fascination with us and move on.

Fair opinion! Honestly, the initial post I made about it was after only watching the first couple episodes. Now that I've finished it, I can definitely see actual glaring issues with it, both in their characterizations as well as in how they kind of lose the intrigue after a few episodes of the setting and elements of them being gods. Which are all issues that LO have as well.

Though I will say, LO has those issues far more than Kaos does, but what really separates LO from Kaos, in my opinion - the creators of Kaos aren't pretending that Kaos is more than it is. To me, Kaos isn't in any way a singular Greek myth retelling, more so a fun "Greek epic" style story featuring the gods in a modern setting, the way LO could have been if Rachel hadn't tried to make it into something bigger than it was (and if she didn't put herself on a pedestal as a "self proclaimed folklorist"). I can watch Kaos and appreciate it as a fun Greek myth inspired piece of media because that's pretty much all it's trying to be. Meanwhile LO gives us middle-school-level writing with very little real Greek myth influence (aside from what it benefits Rachel to do so) that even goes so far as to outright disrespect the myths that they were based on... all the while people praise it as the greatest Greek myth retelling ever.

I think Kaos is miles better than LO because it at least tells a more coherent story than LO ever could have, with a lot more attention paid to the stylization of a Greek epic (compared to LO which tried and failed to implement those same things, such as the Fates, self-fulfilling prophecies, and witty narration as to retell a story that's already happened).

Granted, that story still takes a lot of liberties with the source material (some that I enjoyed, others not so much), but in that regard, I refer to the above - Kaos isn't trying to be an actual retelling like LO did, so I view it the same way I do as something like Hercules or Hades, where the people who made it clearly love Greek myth and wanted to do some Greek myth-inspired story with their own twists on the narratives, and it paid off in a story that, in spite of their flaws, still feels intentional and thought out.

LO, by comparison, is just a mess of ripped off half-baked ideas thrown at a wall and filled in with self-fulfilling power fantasy garbage written by someone who claims to have deeper knowledge of the myths but clearly doesn't. It's hard to enjoy LO in spite of its flaws because it's all flaws and they're so deeply-rooted in the context of Rachel's own biases and sexual preferences that you really can't separate it from that once you know if it.

I do have some criticisms of Kaos and some of its more creative choices - Hera cheating on Zeus with Poseidon (literally wtf lmao), Persephone still being the "I went down there willingly!" archetype (though at least she's not 19 in this, the casting for her and Hades was great), as well as the fact that things weren't wrapped up by the end of the first season which really bums me out because now it's up to the mercy of Netflix to give it that second season - but ultimately, from a story-writing perspective, Kaos absolutely did accomplish having an actual narrative with themes and goal-driven writing that LO failed in having. That comparison doesn't make Kaos a 100% perfect show without flaw, but I made the comparison initially anyways because much of what I enjoyed in Kaos was what I expected from LO (and ultimately didn't get).

That's just my own two cents though! And I need to make it clear - I am not a Greek person! I have no say or merit within the discussion regarding Greek myth and how it's been appropriated!! - so ultimately... my opinion of these things really aren't as valuable as someone who actually is Greek or studied heavily in it.

So that said, I can completely see the merit in your own arguments that a lot of these "modern retellings" tend to miss the point of the stories they're trying to retell (esp with the criticisms I outlined above) and are often chewed up through a Western lens. The lesser of two evils is still evil. But if we're purely talking Kaos vs. Lore Olympus here as modern entertainment that are both attempting similar things... I'd be way more likely to rewatch and recommend one over the other. Plus there are a lot of adaptions out there made by Westerners / non-Greeks that are incredible and are, at the very least, amazing stepping stones into the world of Greek myth for those who want to learn more about it. Out of the pool of ongoing modern Greek myth retellings/inspired works - Blood of Zeus, Hades/Hades 2, Kaos, Epic: The Musical, Hadestown, Hercules, Percy Jackson & The Olympians, and Lore Olympus - it's not hard to guess which one I'd be the least likely to recommend as gateways into Greek mythology. If those titles were organized in a list of best to worst, Kaos isn't at the top of that list, but it's sure as shit higher than LO 💀😆

[intertexts]

OKAY BECAUSE I HAVE STILL NOT WRITTEN DOWN ALL OF MY THOUGHTS AND THEYRE JUST KIND OF FLOATING AROUND VAGUELY IN MY BRAIN SOUP.... holds out my hands like a starving victorian child. tell me about your william first death thoughts <3 what the hell sent that boy over a cliff edge. how long did he stay at the bottom. what was his first glimpse of the spirit world like. etc etc etc !!!!!!

GOD. WIWI TIME. you KNOW this is going to be an indecipherable soup of thoughts. if i was saying this all in person u know i would have like. pages of notes with a billion little paragraphs going a billion directions & arrows pointing all over the place. but. let's see what we've got. i love being normal about william wisp!!!

you know my thoughts on those damn wisps. first off. like before i even get started i cannot overstate how "something alien that loves you and wants you but doesn't have any conception of how humans work or how their affection hurts the thing they want " they are to me. they are a little kid who's trying to catch a lightning bug and crushing it in their hands, except they want to crush it and they don't get how killing a lightning bug is bad. they are going oh we like this kid he's nosy and curious (and he also wants to be dead? hey, we're dead! awesome! i see no problem with this!) we want him dead :)

the thing that i guess has slowly solidified in my head as to how the hell that boy went over a cliff......... god this is going to be so incoherent. you're in for it.

i do really love the folklore of will-o-the-wisps-- hypnotically leading you astray and off paths and down places you'll never return from. i think also that the wisps actively tugging him in that direction in some form resonates in a really painful way with the "haha! william wisp everybody wants to manipulate and use you for their own goals and you keep falling victim to wanting to trust people and getting fucking hurt by it (said in the haha jonathan you are banging my daughter cadence)" thing. how many of the pivotal choices in will's life were made because *he* wanted them. how much of what's happened to him is him getting tossed around from person to person!!

simultaneously: god you know he fucking killed himself man. you know he did. i'm not even-- staring at u with a hopeless expression and my hands in my hair. like. obviously he did. william wisp boy scout. william wisp always prepared with 1 million useful tools. william wisp grew up running around in the woods. william wisp who loved hiking and was always outside. you don't do that accidentally, unless you're an absolute idiot in a very precarious situation, neither of which i think apply to him. he still... chose to follow the wisps. i think. like, that decision Was His. he wasn't hypnotized out of his gourd or something. in my mind maybe it was a bit less of a "this time i'm really gonna do it" and more of a "this is interesting and beautiful and compelling and i honestly don't really give a shit if i die? maybe that's what this means. maybe that's what the woods are telling me that i'm right and i shouldn't be here after all." actually yeah no i just arrived at this conclusion myself and im fucking. yeah. kemuri voice if you weren't a coward you'd have killed yourself already. wisps voice yeah you know how you think about bleeding out sometimes? yeah you should do that. that would be good. that's all you've good for. it would be the best thing you possibly could do right now (to them it IS. they want him dead so they can have him!!!!). yeah c'mere come this way yeah keep following me. look at that drop. look at how pretty it is.

so. i guess. there's your answer to what i think happened there!!!!! regardless of being influenced the choice was his, ultimately. i think it takes away frm his whole narrative if it was not an intentional decision. to do that. & also i think his parents & the people around him Know That. stares at his dynamic with his parents. staring at it. (also just. william wisp clinical depression. he's just fucked up that way even with good parents even outside the deadwood horrors. he's just like that. important to me. passively suicidal long b4 he fell in the deeply miserable high schooler way. god he must have been like.. fourteen fifteen? sophmore when it happened? but GOD the deadwood horrors also. growing up being absolutely alienated from everyone around u except a handful of people.....)

I HAVE NOT ACTUALLY LIKE. thought about how long he was there for very much. but i think it was quick for him and long, like, objectively. in my head i have been thinking that it just. happened while he was alone and he came back alone but i don't know if he would tell his parents. would he tell his parents? i don't know if he'd danny phantom it or if he'd come back limping and pale and brown with dried blood and go hey mom? in a choked wobbly trying to hold back tears voice & accidentally phase through her arms when she tried to hug him.

either that or i think he should come back while the cops are crouched over his body. early morning freezing cold his parents crying a couple yards away no paramedics because they couldn't make it through the forest and there's no nearby safe helicopter landing space. just open his eyes laura palmer style. the like,,,, finality of it to everyone around him. they Knew He Was Dead. not that laura palmer did that but i'm picturing that opening scene of them finding her washed up body u know.

regardless: i don't think he saw the spirit world until... god. when's the first time he did in canon. his second death? i don't think he knew Anything. i don't think the wisps gave him shit!!!! he just woke up no heartbeat no breath falling through floors and phasing through people nobody to ask about it. his parents didn't know anything he didn't either!! anyway. leaving you with this.

[sayakxmi]

Finishing chapter 6 in Reverse1999:

Thoughts under the cut. Including spoilers, obviously.

Boy do I have thoughts. Most of them already shared with Yudja, as usual, but I felt the need to post them, too, lmao.

These bitches weren't lying, when they were saying that the writing of this chapter [6] elevated R1999 to one of the best written gacha games, because, man. Don't get me wrong, R1999's writing is fantastic in general, but the last chapter especially had me go through such a rollercoaster of emotions and opinions that I found myself changing my pfp to Kakania on discord out of respect. It sounds funny, but after going on and on as to why I liked her, I thought, you know what? Time for a change. I don't think I've ever changed my Sayaka pfp there, lmao.

Anyway. Silly thing first is that I was super proud of myself, bc in the 5th chapter when that plane appeared, I guessed that it was around 1914. And kept guessing until I had it confirmed in the 6th chapter. Listen, if it was stated earlier, I overlooked it, and I just went on my history knowledge & I'm very happy with myself.

Which also kinda made me go "uh oh" when I checked the date under some of the parts early on, and saw 1/7... and then I realized it was the USAmerican date format, so it's just January. Lmao.

Anyway, the chapter was a ride, and the sheer amount of dread it had caused me was something else. You just things were about to go horribly wrong, but I had no idea how and what exactly would happen.

Also, funny thing is that aside from the fact that it was supposedly super well written (turned out to be a fact), I also got spoiled on two things, Hofmann's death (I just knew she was going to die, not how), and that yuri was doomed.

Man, was that yuri doomed.

Honestly, I'm super glad I got spoiled on this factTM, bc I ended up with assumptions, which ended up being compltely wrong in the best way.

Ngl, maybe it was some internalized ableism from me, but I kind of expected Isolde to be the "victim" in the doomed yuri, as in, Kakania doing something that would cause Isolde to turn away from her. But I was wrong in the best possible way, because I think it managed to write a tragedy for the both of them that wasn't some form of character assasination.

I think the writers took a bit of a risk with Isolde that ended up paying off. I mean, they wrote a mentally ill character who causes lots of deaths, but managed to do it in a way that didn't demonize her, but also didn't excuse her actions. Imagine stricking that kind of balance these days... And aside from that, you can even understand what led her to that kind of state of mind. I mean, aside from curses and expectations and being deemed hystric, she was a medium for ghosts, which included ghosts from the future. I'm fairly certain she references both world wars when she explains things to Kakania, and all in all, it's difficult not to sympathize with her. And it's easy to see why Manus sought her - she was suffering, especially from her mental illness, and aside from Kakania, nobody really treated her with respect and gentleness she deserved (no wonder she fell for her), so she made an easy prey for them.

But, you know, she still got a bunch of people killed.

It's as good time as any to talk about my favorite character of this chapter, Kakania - it took me by surprise. The media made me really distrustful of fictional doctros & psychologists, huh. But anyway.

What I loved about Kakania is that she wasn't fine with any of this. Even if Isolde said she'd done it for her, to realize her dream, it was so refreshing to see a character be genuinely horrified by another character's actions, regardless of the intentions or mental health.

It's such a popular trope, accepting somebody who'd done awful things because of love, and I do like it (when it's well written), but it was so incredibly refreshing to see R1999 not go for it. Reverse1999 really said that it was still awful, and there was no justification for that.

By God it was all so painful - it was painful for Isolde, because she just wanted to make Kakania happy, and it was painful for Kakania, because she was essentially betrayed by her dearest friend, and indirectly caused so much pain and destruction. You'd truly want nothing but for these two to make up somehow, for Kakania to hold Isolde close and tell her everything's gonna be alright - but Kakania doesn't do that. And you know what? I fucking respect her for it. She values human life too much to budge out of love. Even if it hurts. Isolde has simply caused too much pain and destruction to swipe it under a rug.

And, god, the last part, the hypnotism. As if I wasn't in enough pain already. It hurt to see Kakania, who hates hypnotism with burning passion, use it on somebody she cares so deeply, and it hurt to see Isolde in the end just accept that. Even if it gave the Foundation a fighting chance against the Storm, it was still hard to watch. It still meant Kakania crossing the kind of boundary she'd never wanted to cross, and for yet another person to take Isolde's agency away from her. But in the span of this entire chapter things changed, they changed. And Kakania was willing to do anything to help, after indirectly causing that hell.

I think in a way that ending... honestly this entire chapter speaks volumes about the dangers of "idealism" and "meaning well". There's a reason why the saying "the road to hell is paved with good intentions" exists. Idealism alone can lead to a catastrophy, and at the same time, sometimes something that goes against your principles might be more helpful in the long run.

As Madam Hofmann had said.

Honestly, moving to another character - Madam Hofmann. Not gonna lie, if I didn't spoil myself that she's gonna die, there's a chance I would've grown more attached to her... but watching Marcus beg her not to die was still heartbreaking. In general, her death was painful to watch. For most of the chapter she was so composed, but in the end she was stil just a person, and being in so much pain naturally broke her. Seeing her fight with her thoughts, clinging to her more rational side was painful.

I also loved her relationship with Marcus, especially since at first I was a bit unsure, given her rather cold demeanor, but, again, that one was on me and my assumptions. Hofmann was a great mentor. [*] A few quotes that I especially liked:

I think I like this one especially, because it manages to explain the problem, reassure Marcus, and at the same time doesn't bagatelize the issue. Like, that's how people your age are, but that's still not great and you need to get your shit together eventually.

A different quote, from Kakania's monologue this time:

But anyway, last but certainly not least, Marcus. I'm gonna be honest, I don't care about her all that much, but that is to no fault of her or her writing. Sometimes you just don't vibe with a character the right way. That being said, watching her growth throughout the entire chapter was a fantastic experience, and by the end I felt proud of how far she'd come. You did it, Marcus, you saved that mission. Madam Hofmann is definitely proud of you, too.

What a banger of a chapter.

[legobiwan]

"I've heard the myths but didn't want to believe they were true. This really is THE BOOK OF BILL." "...his book has one purpose: to conjure Cipher's voice into its pages. To communicate with the Triangle...even after his death."

I have...questions...as to Ford's reported timeline here and how it relates to the events of Weirdmaggedon and Bill's eventual incarceration/forced institutionalization in the Theraprism.

We know the Theraprism exists outside of time. But if we're thinking in a linear manner from Ford's point of view, it gets a little wild. Here's Ford, who hears all these "myths" about Bill's book and how Bill would try to communicate after death. But Ford has learned about the "mythology" before Bill's death and the book wasn't written until (from Ford's point of view) after Weirdmaggedon so how could he have heard myths about it in the two-week time span between the Weirdmaggedon and the kids going back to California?

Because the word "myths" implies old stories, not some intergalactic rumor mill of two weeks ago. But the book can't be old, again, from Ford's point of view, because the events that preceded it weren't all that long ago.

I doubt Ford is using the wrong term here. He's a stickler for precise language, even if he sometimes uses that precision as a veil to obfuscate the truth and bend the narrative to his favor.

This leaves us with some interesting possibilities.

At some point, Bill told Ford about his backup plan in case things went awry and Ford's just covering for himself. I'd give this maybe a 20% chance of being true, not because I don't believe Ford is incapable of manipulating his own self-narrative at this point (he definitely is and I honestly think half the intention of his "warnings" to the reader are aimed at himself as a kind of confessional). But I don't think Bill would have given away that info to Ford, if he even entertained the idea at all that he could be "killed" in this manner.

The Oracle brought this up to Ford during his time in Dimension 52 as a warning. I give this 50/50 odds, as she used to be a Henchmaniac and is...well, an Oracle. Seeing the future, or some murky version thereof, is kind of her thing.

Timey-wimey shenanigans. I find this to be the most intriguing. As stated above, the Theraprism exists outside of time, so I guess it's possible for Bill to have created the book in past, present, and future and for its legend to have eventually made its way to Ford. Does this mean what happens in the Theraprism can affect the past, present, and future of the realities its residents (tried to) shape? If Bill succeeds in therapy, how will that change Ford's timeline, both past, present, and future? At what point in time will Bill reincarnate and in which reality? Or was this a one-off of Bill being able to shunt his book through some kind of reality portal? Or, or - if Bill escapes - not outside the realm of possibility - when exactly would he escape to? Can he create another offshoot dimension where he repeats his go at Weirdmaggedon, but learns from his mistakes? Can he do the same with Euclydia? Are there other Bills or is he it?

Anyway, there's some great fodder for AU fic ideas here (time loop fans, this one's for you), but that line's been bothering me for a few weeks now and felt the impulse to talk about it.

[lampochkaart]

Long Oumota post

I just wanted to gather my thoughts about them and somehow put into words why I love them so much and how I imagine their relationship would develop. Honestly, it's just something very self indulgent ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The thing about them that captured me first was probably the tragedy. Chapter 5 of V3 is without a doubt my favorite in the whole series. Just thinking about everything from the beginning of the chapter to the very end is driving me crazy. So much has happened, so much has been revealed. It’s so wild how they worked together for everyone's sake even though they had a very tense relationship. But still they were willing to find a common language and make compromises.

And I also can’t stop thinking about how Kokichi basically sacrifised himself for everyone, even though almost none of them would've call him their friend, and Kaito was the only one who witnessed it. He was the only one who saw a glimpse of the real Kokichi, the only one who saw his mask fall (and the one who had to put on the same mask for the plan). And Kaito was the only one who could tell about all of this to others.

Also how much they mirror each other. They’re so different. They’re the same. Momota playing the hero but not being the protagonist, Ouma playing the villain but not being the real bad guy. Momota being idealist, Ouma being cynic. Momota, who’s guided by feelings, ignoring logic, Ouma, who’s guided by logic, ignoring feelings. Momota dying feeling hope, Ouma dying feeling despair. They’re both leaders. They’re both liars. They're both taking the hit so that others won't have to. They're both refusing to ask for help.

They have enough differences to constantly compete and bring the best and the worst of each other. They have enough similarities to understand each other and exist together.

And now here’s some thoughts on how I imagine their relationship will go.

I absolutely LOVE "enemies-to-lovers" trope. But. I like the specific form of this trope. And I'm also a really big fan of slowburn. So it's more like:

Strangers-to-Enemies-to-Forced-Begrudging-Allies-to-Friends-to-Oh-No-Moment

At first first they didn't care about each other very much. But as the game progressed, their opposing ideals and strategies started to clash and eventually mutual annoyance turned into full-blown hostility. Kokichi's "make myself everyone's enemy" strategy escalated situation even further. The absolute breaking point was in Chapter 4.

In Chapter 5 at first Ouma was making preparations for a plan and then declared himself the mastermind and locked Kaito in the Hangar. I believe it was intentional and he was going to use his "unknown victim plan" even before Maki shot him. He was writing the script even before everything went to shit. After using electrobomb to deactivate cameras, he added and changed a few things but for the most part script was written before. All the while in the Hangar before Maki came he was trying to come up with ideas how to convince Kaito to cooperate with him but Momota wasn't really in the mood for it and more often just tried to break out or capture Ouma.

But after Maki left Kokichi, he, seeing the perfect opportunity for the plan, blackmailed Kaito into cooperating. Ouma forced him to drink the antidote (bacause Kaito would never have agreed to drink it if he'd just offered). Momota hated everything about this plan, but there was nothing he could do.

They worked together, but they weren't really close at this point. It's heartbreaking, but I don't think they even hugged in the Hangar. For several reasons. Firstly, obviously because of poison. Kokichi was already feeling REALLY awful from poison, crosbow bolts and blood loss, so physical contact would most likely cause him even more pain. Secondly, Kaito still had mixed feelings about Kokichi and couldn't properly process everything that happened. As for Ouma, he was trying to find balance between Momota caring enough to not abandon the plan and hating him enough to not feel too bad.

So yeah...(As a Virtial Reality AU truther i can afford to make development more slow)

Kaito absolutely hated himself for the murder, but still did his best to carry out the plan. In the end the plan failed and he had no choice but to come out of the Exisal to prevent Monokuma from killing everyone. And as I already said in one of the earlier posts he was probably still at the stage of denial when he was talking with everyone after the Class Trial. He wasn't ready to accept the idea that Ouma was their ally and was actually trying to help. Because admitting it would definetly break him.

But after they woke up from simulation, all of them actually had a chance to fix things, since they now weren't constantly under threat of death. And Kaito was hellbent on making Kokichi his friend. But of course Ouma would never make it easy. He's VERY stubborn, and the more someone tries to pull him along, the more Kokichi resists. However, after Kaito changed tactics and stoped pushing too hard, the two began to grow closer. They become actually very good friends. They have many common interests and they enjoy each other's company.

And then the "Oh shit" moment happened.

Technically Kokichi was first to catch feelings, but... he wasn't going to do anything about it. He's like "uh oh, that's pretty inconvenient. oh well." Because, first of all, he doesn't want to die and he's 100% sure Maki would definitely kill him if he'd even joke about in front of her. And also... he doesn't want to accidentaly ruin his friendship with Kaito because he really enjoys spending time with him. So he decided to keep things as they are. But Kaito didn’t.

You know, I've got a confession to make. I really like the idea of Ouma being the oblivious one. Both because it's so funny and also because I think Kokichi might just actually not consider a possibility of someone having feelings for him. So he just misses or outright ignores any hints that Kaito not-so-subtly makes. Which drives Momota insane.

His friends support him, even though most of them are not very happy about this development. Eventually Kaito decided to just confront him and tell him everything (not without Maki's advice: "For fuck's sake, just tell everything outright. I don't want to listen to your whining anymore. If he's gonna laugh at you just punch him.") And he did (tell, not punch). Kokichi just stared at him with blank expression for a full minute (he's making sure that Kaito's not lying) and then casually said "okay.” playing it off like it's not a big deal (but it is).

I think at first Suichi and Make were kinda suspicious of Kokichi and watched him very carefully to make sure that he wasn’t just using Kaito to get whatever he wanted. It didn’t help that Ouma was often jokingly saying stuff like that. But Shuichi, after careful observation began to notice very small, almost imperceptible things. Like when Kokichi sometimes “accidentally” loses to Kaito in some games after so many wins in a row, just so that Momota doesn’t get bored and instead would want to play even more. Or that Ouma actually pays attention every time Momota starts babbling about space even if he tries to look uninterested. Or how doodles of constellations started to appear in the margins of his notes or blueprints. And the fact that he for some reason become intrested in plants and proper care for them and secretly asks Kirumi and Gonta for advise. All those things are invisible to most people but the more you’re paying attention the more you start to notice. And it seems like Kaito also notices them (and is very happy about it). So even Shuichi and Maki accept this unexpected development.

I think together they could be sort of a major inspirational force for the class. And not just in romantical sence but in general. They’re fine with being the center of attention (for a while) and are not ashamed of being a little silly, so they can help less confident people from class to gather courage to do something. Like at any dance party they’re most likely to be the first to go to the dance floor. Or if they all are going to karaoke Kokichi and Kaito would be competing and singing with a little too much passion and energy. Or just be the first ones to volonteer to do something and by doing so encouraging others to join. I think it’s very cool.

Also I did those ship bingo things that I see everywhere. I didn't know where to put them so they'll just be here at the very end.

I think some of my choices here might raise some questions, so if you want you can send me asks and I'll explain my thought process here

[nwjws]

forget me not - teaser

series masterlist .

; pairing - heeseung x gn!reader

; synopsis - your high school years were normal, boring, even. but you’ve worked hard to get where you are now - a rising fashion designer, who gets called to work on a project that could potentially boost you into full success. the only problem is, you’re struggling to work with the model on the project, lee heeseung. for some reason, you can’t seem to befriend the man, even when it seems that heeseung knows you more about you than you do about him.

; wc (teaser) - 795

; starting date - tba.

; tags - written series, angst, maybe a little fluff, hanahaki disease au, switching between two time periods, playboy!heeseung, model!heeseung, designer!reader, highschool au ; warnings - none.

the audience claps as you bow on stage, having just finished up your most recent fashion stage with your new designs.

after answering several questions and promising to work with some others in the future, it was finally time for you to go home. much to your relief, because you were exhausted.

you didn’t get to enjoy your sleep half as much as you wanted though, awoken by the relentless ringing of your phone at 6 in the morning.

“hello?” you answer with the best imitation of a definitely-awake and lively voice.

“i know you just woke up,” your managing director cuts to the chase. “thank god you went into designing rather than acting.”

“it’s 6 in the morning, jake. of course i just woke up, i had a long day yesterday.”

“well, i have some exciting news for you, i seriously didn’t want to wait until later in the day.”

“go on,” you say, closing your eyes sleepily.

“you just got an offer to work on a big project! a peculiar one, too - you’ll have to go back to korea for this.”

your eyes snap open, and you sit up so fast your vision momentarily darkens. god, you really need more iron.

“what? i don’t really feel like going back though.”

“that’s crazy. why not? i thought you’d love to go back home.”

“well, i dunno,” you say lamely. “i feel like there are better things for me here. my guts feel rooted to melbourne; i don’t feel like going back just yet.”

the truth was, you weren't sure you were ready to go back home. you felt like you needed to accomplish more before you faced your parents for the first time since you left. and honestly, something in your soul wanted to stay as far away from your home country as possible.

“okay, but listen: the project is basically a challenge to work a new set of designs on a model, full of different concepts. you have to make them look cohesive, but different. they choose the model, so you have to work and make it suited to them specifically."

“that sounds terrible, i say no.”

you lay back down on your bed, intent on denying this project no matter what.

until, jake drops the amount you’d be getting paid.

yup, you were back up.

“no way…” you trail off, mind blown by the number. ideas of what you could do with that money went through your mind.

“are you considering it now? if you do well, you’d secure your spot as one of the most respected designers internationally.”

“that’s…" you trail off, taking in a deep breath. "okay, i think i’ll accept it.”

“wow, that was all it took. who says money doesn’t buy happiness?” he laughs.

you end the call and flip back onto the bed, but you don’t think you’ll fall asleep anymore. not when thoughts of returning back home for the first time since you left ran through your mind, and with the light from the window glaring into your eyes.

nostalgia hits you as your plane lands and you set foot on your homeland for the first time in 5 years. even the air had a particular smell you didn’t realise was only home to korea until you moved to australia at 19.

you settle in your hotel and make a mental note to visit your parents and friend from high school while you’re here.

friend - singular. you didn’t exactly befriend too many of your peers back in school. you weren’t a loser or anything, it was just that you kept to yourself in the hopes of finishing your education smoothly, without any drama.

you were friendly with others, sure. but the only person who really knew you was park jongseong. he’d stuck by you through it all.

your schedule was packed as soon as you arrived, meeting the rest of the team working on the project the very next day. after a quick debrief and outline of the details, you make your way to greet and talk to the other members.

“hello, i’m mun y/n,” you greet a man with a bow. you take note of his twinkling eyes the prominent dimple on his cheek.

“ah, hi. i’m yang jungwon, heeseung’s manager. you’re our designer, right?” he smiled at you.

“yes, it’s nice to meet you. who’s heeseung again?” you ask, a little embarrassed. remembering names was never your forte.

“over here,” jungwon says, pulling a tall man closer to you two by his shoulder.

“this is lee heeseung, the model of our project.”

a chilling sense of deja vu runs down your spine as your eyes trace over his familiar doe eyes and pointed nose. but the feeling leaves as soon as it comes.

; author's corner! hii i decided to post the teaser for this series as a belated happy birthday for heeseung <3 i'm still working on the chapters though, and might ask someone to beta read for me

; taglist (open!) - @lovelovelovebts @miyseung @jjongshrts @yenqa @httpsneptvnn send an ask or comment on the masterlist to be added!

[rose-riot-johnson]

Hey Tumblr Peeps😃👍For the previous Kafka Hibino fanfic (which was the first Kaiju No. 8 fanfic I've written), any1 (excluding myself😅) who has liked and rebloged, thank you for supporting this particular Kafka fanfic I'm mentioning about😁👍I was going to originally work on another project, however I think writing a Kafka Hibino comfort is needed in so many ways and I figured try to write about it for the 2nd Kafka Hibino fanfic (and 2nd Kaiju No. 8 fanfic) and I have good intentions to write this🫂💡

*This fanfic contains pronouns and 1 or more long paragraphs😅

💚We Need To Have A Talk...💚(Kafka Hibino x Any Gender Reader)

Genres: Comfort (Warning ⚠️: Language and Mentions of Toxic Friendships)

You and Kafka have been in a relationship for atleast quite a few months (a year the most). While you and Kafka do have disagreements once in a while, your relationship with him is pretty, peaceful and healthy, otherwise. However that one night after he came home from fighting the bad Kaiju, you seemed to be starting to change and not for the good.

Kafka asked if there's anything bothering you, you tried you best not to snap, as you choked up and said, "It's best I don't talk about it right now, Kafka...", which he respected your wishes and decided not to pry anything out of you. Unfortunately as time went by, your well-being has gotten worse. He tried calling your parents, other family members, and your closest friends to see, if they knew about anything bothering you, which non of them did knew nothing about it, as they told him thanks for asking them and he thanked them for being honest with him. He then asked Reno Ichikawa for advice before he gave Kafka some advice to have a talk with you.

Once Kafka got home, you were taking a shower, then he noticed your cellphone and as much as, he hates snooping into someone's personal belongings, especially invading your privacy by looking at your messages, he knew he had to do something to try to understand why you're hurting inside. A few minutes went by he has noticed a person who you used to talked to on (social media app up to the reader's imagination), however you had blocked the person and most of the messages were deleted from your conversation with, and only saw the last messages you and the online person who goes by (ex friend social media name). Before Kafka could even get off of the app that your ex friend was on, you were already done showering and dressed, as you complained, "Why are you invading my privacy, Kafka? I thought you were better than this! You shouldn't be snooping through my stuff, especially my cellphone! How would you like it someone did that to you!", as you've given him an angry look on your face. "Look, babe... I just needed to know why you've been hurting... I'm just trying to look out for your well-being... And honestly I have nothing to hide... We need to have a talk... Mind telling me what this is about, (Any Gender Reader Name)?", he replied as he then showed you, the messages between you and an ex friend (which only showed the last few messages between you and the ex friend) that was left in your conversation with (him/her/them), as he's very concerned about you.

The moment you realized that Kafka found out who caused you, so much pain with (his/her/their messages), you knew you had that talk about it sooner or later, regardless if you want to or not. You just weren't sure who else to talk to. "As you can see Kafka, my toxic friendship with (ex friend social media name)... ((S)he/they) did play the victim to me and mention stories of blocking those who called (him/her/them) toxic and (other stuff the ex friend was called) or sometimes come crying to me about a broken heart or finds another reason to come crying to me. I thought I was doing (him/her/them) a favor and was being empathetic and sympathetic, however I'm starting to think I either gotten "too soft" or I've hurt the person or I'm not a good friend to anyone, once I either took too long to reply or try to help (him/her/them), I got told "Naw I'm done with you, you no good piece of trash." and "I'll fogive you! I sometimes don't forgive myself, so you have to fucken deal with it and suck up everything I do when you don't respond to me fast enough and say something that tells me it's your fault that I'm mad!", type of crap, so as you can see, before I blocked them, I told them the friendship is over and (up to the reader's imagination on what (his/her/their) lasts words to the toxic ex friend in the final message are)... it still hurts, however I felt like I brought this on myself and I should have ended it a week or so before this...", you stated, before went to hug him, as you began to sob, to the point your chest started to hurt.

Kafka felt sad for you, however he knew he has to be for comfort, so he decided to wrap his arms around you tightly, before replying, "I may not know alot about what was going on here, however I can see you're hurt badly in a toxic friendship... I think you're being too hard on yourself... Seems to me like this person used you to tell you their drama and disguising (his/her/their) poison, as venting to try to prevent you from seeing red flags... It's not your fault that ((s)he/they) want to be, like this person made it out to be. You're not reasonable for anyone's emotions, but your own... It's on (him/her/them), if ((s)he/they) won't forgive you for something petty! You don't need to take anyone's dookie like this! I clearly understand that you want to be free from the pain brought up on you... Yes, you overlooked the red flags, however you should have been warned, atleast by anyone who knew the toxic ex friend of yours. The best thing you did was block the jerk! You may have not asked for this advice, however if you really want to be free, just delate your conversation with that person... This person seems to lack true sympathy, true empathy, and the care on how both (his/her/their) words and actions affect others... I'm not sure if they're intentionally mean or just doesn't realize they're mean, however what that person did to your well-being is very cruel... I just don't want to to people please nor become cold hearted towards others, because of what that person did to you... You could either warn others about the person or since you enjoy writing fanfics very much, you could write it in a fanfic, or some self care... I just don't want you to feel like you have to change yourself for others... It's good to be selfless and think of others, but there are cases where you can't please everyone and it's really not healthy to choose to keep everyone else happy over your well-being and your authenticity... Okay?". "Okay Kafka... I understand... Thank you for being there for me, Hibino...", you replied back, as you sobbed less and trying to better your composure. He replied again, "No problem, (Any Gender Reader Name)... And since you're paying for your own bills and I'm the only one planning to put a ring on your finger one day... It's best you stop caring about their expectations with you or if they get upset and/or disappointed in you... Also, please don't change for me, just to keep me happy... You're very important to me and your well-being is important to me, too... And I love you, just the way you are, my cutie...", before he started petting the back of your head.

Once you started to feel better, Kafka letted you have your cellphone back, as you then decided to go in your messages with your ex friend and delete your conversation with that person forever. You then looked at Kafka and said, "By the way, Kafka... Thanks for opening my eyes about the situation... And even if I didn't want to talk about it, I'm very glad, I talked with you about it, after all... If it wasn't for you wanting to have a talk with me about the toxic ex friend, I would have tried figuring out a way to unblock the person to try to quickly confront the person on how I truly felt about them and probably risk getting attacked or reported or even in trouble in other ways... Wheather you realize it or not you talked me out of it... ((S)he may have feed me, (his/her/their) poison, lying to me that I'm (his/her/their) best friend ever, then decide betrayed me in a very painful way, however you've released me from my chains and healed me from the poison (ex friend social media name) has tricked me into drinking... Thank you for healing me from the pain... Now I remember why you're the best thing to ever happen to me... You're always there for me when I really needed you...", before kissing Kafka's lips, as he then blushed. He then replied, "Strange way of mentioning the metaphor in a good way... Anyways you're very welcome (handsome/beautiful)... Remember what I said... And take no more shit... Especially from me, even tough I plan to put a ring on your finger one day...", as he smiled and kissed you on the lips back. You smiled, as you blushingly, replied back, "Okay, Kafka...".

After that day, Kafka had a talk with you, with some time of healing, you began to feel free, once again, as you were able to enjoy yourself (and your relationship with Kafka again). You even madesure not to take shit from anyone, especially from toxic friends. Kafka has also enjoyed that new fire you have shown, especially when you shown him that fire towards him.

Months went by, Kafka then proposed to you and engagement ring, which you told him "yes", as he then put an engagement on your ring finger. The both of you then became eachother's fiancees. He also happily, whispered in your ear, "Remember what I said, don't change for me, just to make me happy... Just because I put a ring on your finger, you're not obligated to change for me... I still want you to be yourself, especially with me, (Any Gender Reader)...", before kissing one of your facial cheeks, as he then took you to a hotel for you and Kafka to spend atleast one night in, as your big pampering surprise of the night.

💚The End💚

I will admit, my Tumblr Peeps... I could have atleast try to or could have written about any character(s) pertaining toxic friendships, such as All Might (My Hero Academia), Verosika (Helluva Boss), Spinner (real name, Shuichi Iguchi)(My Hero Academia), a fanfic story about a Flareon comforting Vaporeon having the reader be either of them, or even a couple other fanfic ideas for that topic, however I decided to choose Kafka Hibino for this fanfic💚 I am way more than 💯% confident that I will be completing this fanfic about Kafka without procrastination, I also fully know what to write with this fanfic (especially with writing this fanfic, as I go), and Kafka is definitely 1 of the characters I felt passionate for and know I want to see about investing to write more fanfics about him, atleast in the near future💚 Reasons for the toxic friendship topic for my 2nd time writing a fanfic about him, is because I felt that I'm more than fully going to commit to writing about him for that topic, writing about him important to me and so is writing a fanfic pertaining a toxic friendship💚 So, if you're a fan of Kafka (from Kaiju No. 8), has went through a toxic friendship (online or in person), and felt the need to read it, I hope this Kafka fanfic does help make your day and/or night better☀️🌞🌕🌝💚Even if you haven't went through a toxic friendship, while you're a fan of Kafka, I still hope you enjoyed this fanfic about him💚 Any1 who enjoyed the fanfic and/or has felt better from reading this fanfic about Kafka, I'm very glad that I have helped💚🫂Usually I say a few usual stuff and really entertain readers, for after the fanfic for this post, however the conclusion isn't just entertainment truth, while I did write this for fun, however for any1 wanting to specifically read about him, as comfort, even while trying cope with a toxic friendship, regardless if the friendship ended or not, I whole heartily hope this fanfic helps you go through times like this🫂💚

[xenodile]

Honestly, Crow has to arguably be the worst written villain in NIKKE. Like... no matter her justifications for her actions, at the end of the day, she's little more than a dollar store knockoff of Heath Ledger's Joker in the worst way. Diesel absolutely deserved to kill her, or at least maim her horribly. Ditto for the Commander, cuz like... Why even make a note of how she's literally the only Nikke that they've actively considered killing, if they're not going to follow through, ESPECIALLY after everything she's done? It's baffling.

It doesn't help that she's also one of, if not THE worst SSR Nikke in her supposed niche from a gameplay standpoint too, to the point that you'd genuinely be better off using basically any SR rarity Nikke in your squad instead of her.

My issue is less Crow herself, and more how the narrative of chapter 23 bends over backwards to act like she's smarter than she actually is, and like doing something to stop a person like that makes you a bad person in turn.

Like Crow's rhetoric of a charismatic and eloquent speaker that uses societal inequality to justify extreme measures, but in truth doesn't believe any of it because she's an antisocial sadist is compelling in its own right. A killer that understands people well enough to talk them into being complicit or make them second guess themselves just long enough for her to act makes for a very strong villain, but the point is she's full of shit, and once that's revealed, she should lose power.

Like the whole bit with Diesel was disappointing because it treats Diesel wanting revenge against the woman that murdered her and her little brother as being wrong, in a situation where stopping Crow would've been helpful and prevented things from escalating further. It doesn't make sense internally either, because Nikkes are created with the capacity to be soldiers. Like even Nikkes that aren't made with the intention of sending them to the surface, like the maids, the bunnies, the ACPU, and so on, all have NIMPH and the training to fight, and in Diesel's case specifically, protecting the passengers of the train is part of her job!

Like the way things went of "if you shoot Crow you'll lose part of yourself" "you'll forever associate the train with what you did" "you weren't built for revenge" all of it is just moralizing about how killing us wrong with no regard to the context of the story it's being told in. Diesel is a fucking COMBAT CYBORG that has gone onto the surface and fought in a warzone!! She took the train up and helped Counters fight through a horde of Raptures with Soline and Brid!!! Violence IS what she was built for, and the trauma of being a victim of Crow's previous train bombing has defined her. Like she says herself, she had been waiting her entire life for Crow to try bombing the train again so she could catch her.

I was so excited when Crow's bomb fizzled and then Diesel and Soline have guns on her in a second. It was Crow directly facing the consequences of her previous mass killing and Diesel getting closure against the person that harmed her, but then all of that is thrown out to act like this isn't a story where everyone is a living weapon that's trained to kill. Then, because the narrative decided all of a sudden that protecting yourself and others from someone who has made it clear they want to hurt or kill you is morally unacceptable, Crow is allowed to just walk away AND COMMIT FURTHER VIOLENCE. It's nonsense.

There's also the bit with the flamethrowers in the sewers that was just. Straight up bullshit. Viper threatens Rapi and Commander with a bunch of hidden flamethrowers, then Rapi calls her bluff and breaks a wall to reveal there aren't any, but when Crow needs a contrived excuse to escape suddenly there are a bunch of hidden flamethrowers. Like the story straight up contradicts itself to let Crow get away with things, to the point of not being coherent.

[canonmisogynyvictimstournament]

PROPAGANDA

MIKAN TSUMIKI (DANGANRONPA 2: GOODBYE DESPAIR) (CW: Mind Control, Bullying)

1.) She is literally the saddest side character I know out of the series. She canonically went through severe abuse and bullying, oversexualizes herself as a defense mechanism, and has really bad anxiety that interferes with her interactions.

Does she get better? No.

Even though the whole theme of Danganronpa is overcoming despair, she never gets the support she needs despite having a lot of supposedly nice classmates. She CONTINUES to get verbally abused by another classmate nobody really bothers to stop, and one of her best friend even ENABLES some of her bad coping mechanisms. She's also the main source of fanservice for the second game.

Then she gets fucking brainwashed into one of the main villain's henchwoman. Yeah, the writers did NOT let her catch a break.

2.) The first two chapters are obsessed with having her do that stupid 'oh nooo all my clothes came off :"( u can see my panties :"(' shit and her free time events especially drift into the 'I'm accidentally saying something that's sexy but I don't know the connotations' brand of jokes. Idk what the spoiler policy is so I won't say much about her actual good points, but when she gets a chance to shine, she's really really interesting! For sure one of my favorite characters in the game! She's got nuance and character and relationships and motivations and interests and all that good stuff! She's even gay! It's just that its almost completely eclipsed by mediocre at best horny jokes for the first 2/3rds of her screentime in game and it drives me actually insane.

3.) You could put nearly all of the dr girls in this bracket, actually. But I picked Mikan because she's such a clear example. They just put her in there to sexualize her and her trauma. There were many ideas that could have been executed well with Mikan (I can relate to the aspect of her sexualizing herself, but the fact that they use it for fanservice is. Wow! And not in a good way) but they use her for fanservice instead. And she had the WORST execution or at least it was somewhere in the top 3. They unceremoniously cut off her development with the "despair disease" (hate that motive btw) and basically made her whole personality in what was supposed to be sorta love her 3rd act villain breakdown into "oooh my beloved ahaha I can't wait to be reunited with my beloved." I don't know shit about the anime but she seems to have been treated just as terribly there if not made worse! If it weren't for the fact that I refuse to acknowledge the animes existence it might have made me dislike her during the time I still actively liked the franchise. All the outfits they give her also feel like they were made just for fanservice shots (most of the outfits themselves aren't really bad at least not the ones I've seen it's that they were made with the intent to sexualize her and not to look good and fit her character) which is super frustrating. Oh and she was treated terribly in the game by Hiyoko but when she killed hiyoko it was just whoops she saw me kill ibuki gotta end her instead of giving her an interesting motive for even one of her kills. Honestly what makes me says she's screwed over by misogyny specifically is the fact that shit like this probably would not have happened if she were a guy. She wouldn't be written perfectly but her writing would be so much better. Like she was reduced to fanservice so so so many times and treated awfully.

OCHETTE (OCTOPATH TRAVELER 2) (CW: Racism, Ableism)

1.) SO. actually she's combod by the heavy anti-pasifika racism in ot2 but one of the strongest elements of that is that ochette herself is infantilized to the point of a 20 year old woman, who is a fully trained adult warrior and ingame stated to be like a week away from replacing her island's ultrabeast white lion guardian, being characterized by cool normal things like "having the white catholic inquisitor character promise to teach her backward people human language(the fantasy pasifika tribe she's from are kemonomimi because of course they are)", "haha ochette no understand human custom and have funny naive misunderstanding", "ochette draws the catholic inquisitor character a cutesy kiddie drawing", and being completely removed from any discussions around sex because octopath has this sexism problem where the only two types of women are innocent babies and femme fatales which is so cool AND normal. so ochette gets actually written to be essentially a "mental child" or sometimes an actual animal and is never, ever, ever allowed to have any dynamic with a human that is not paternal in nature because she is Baby. so she's also fighting the ableism. and despite all odds being stacked against her she manages to fuck super hard in a way that makes it so obvious that if ot2 was just less sexist and less racist and less ableist and someone suplexed the non-pasifika dev team and brought in at least a sensitivity reader, she could have fucked SO much harder. honestly imo the fact that the racism against her is superficially gender neutral is not proof that it's not sexism but proof that it IS, as a major part of racist sexism is treating the womanhood of woc as either unimportant or inferior compared to white womanhood, where pasifika woc specifically are often treated as eternal innocent girls who just can never understand an adult woman's relationship with gender. ochette not being allowed to be a woman and trapped at "child too young to even have a gender" is sickeningly sexist. she should have been allowed to have zest for life and be literally the "my daughter might have autism but god damn she can work a grill" lady and be unsure about taking on a hugely important position without it being used as shorthand for her being a toddler in the body of a notably very skinny girl considering she is canonically jacked enough to carry an iguana the size of a bus but WHATEVER. she should also have been allowed to hunt the white catholic inquisitor whose story climaxes with him killing an indigenous woman who secretly infiltrated the church in order to get revenge for them massacring her entire tribe that confirms ochette's people are kemonomimi because an ancient wizard cursed the brutish natives for their violence. actually fuck it i would put kaldena in too but thinking about her actually makes me depressed im so fucking sorry girl. they should BOTH have gotten a ten minute cutscene of beating hm to death with hammers

[moltensmusings]

I don't have any hatred for them, I don't even dislike them. But when I first watched rwby I had issues with bumblebee and how the writers handled their growth.

Because you can tell the writers weren't originally intending for them to get together. Later seasons there's no doubt, I'd say around season 3-4 is where the fandom's love for the ship started altering how the writers were handling things.

My issue with that, is several characters get shafted by the story so that Blake and Yang can grow as a couple and I genuinely hate that. Because you can grow a couple without the writing of those around them suffering for it.

Sun was so badly handled I'll never stop being upset about it. Everything he did in season 4 was treated as wrong when it's fully valid that he'd track down Blake following the fall of beacon when they're friends and she went missing during a time when many people were dying. If it had been yang I doubt the narrative would've been so harsh. Sun made missteps but I hate that season 4 spent so much time shitting on him when I honestly wish any romance between him and Blake had simply never been written if it meant him being allowed to have solid writing.

Adam as well feels like he mainly exists in his last few season to grow the bees as a couple rather than existing as the main villain to Blake's story and a character on his own.

After years of being separated from the rwby fandom I don't have the negative feelings I used to towards the ship over this. In fact, I'm actively wishing they'd spent early seasons building up the bee slowburn better; letting yang flirt with blake, subtly showing moments where its clear Yang is pushing for something but Blake is pulling away, etc. But since it's clear bees weren't their intention, not much can be done.

[tetsunabouquet]

Heir Of The Lands Chapter 17

Love's Confused Babysteps Masterpost

The silence had been deafening as they ate part of their food rations for dinner purposes. Kit didn't knew how to talk to Ty, and neither did the other. Dru was just watching and observing the two, very clearly just intent on watching it unfold, the same went for Livvy. Much to both the boys chagrin. Why did she insist on making them suffer so? Kit really thought he should have a conversation with the girls and how their clear shipping was annoying, especially when they weren't in a relationship to begin with. He made sure to glare at her when the two retreated to the shacks' bedroom. Dru only looked pleased and amused. Damn that girl. Kit awkwardly plopped down on the chair as Ty shuffled to the bed. "Considering Dru wants us to talk things out, is there something you wish to say to me?" Ty asked, knowing the wisest course of action to be to get of everything off their chests before proceeding with their mission to rescue Jaime. Kit honestly didn't knew what to say, how to say anything. It seemed, for once, Ty was the only one in the room who could speak. Ty, not knowing what to do what Kit's silence, decided to ask a question that came to him upon occasion during the past two years. "If I may, there's something I actually would like to ask you. When you said you loved me, when we were trying, no, when I was trying to bring back Livvy, how did you mean that?" Ty looked at Kit, his fingers twitching and fluttering at his sides. "Are you asking me clarification for wether it was a love confession or not? Because it was." Kit replied, looking at the chair and refusing to meet Ty's gaze; who was eyeing him from the bed. Ty looked away. "I am sorry I failed to give you a worthy reply." Kit clenched his fists, just letting the apology sink in before replying, "I understand. You were blinded by grief, that's a very human response." Ty looked over once more, hesitance written all over his face. Not that Kit would see, because he was very intent on ignoring those sweet silvery grey eyes, because Kit knew they would break him completely. "You're being nicer to me then I probably deserve in hindsight, but I honestly am sorry. I was so dependent on you and needed you so badly that I didn't properly appreciate the kindness you were showing me. I am sorry if you felt used." "I didn't." Kit replied immediately, suprirising even himself with the sharpness. "I'm glad to hear that." Ty replied, the room growing awkwardly silent. Figuring that since he had started the conversation, he should keep on taking the lead, Ty asked, "Do you think you would perhaps like to do something, just you and me, and catch up, after we finished our mission?" Kit nearly stumbled out of the chair at the surprising question, finally looking at Ty to see him looking at him with that tender hesitance that made Kit want to protect him forever and ever. "Of course," Kit answered, because was there ever any other answer he could give? Ty gave him a small smile, unsure of what to say next, if he had to say something next. Kit smiled back and said, "Well you better get to sleep, tomorrow is important you know?" Ty nodded and looked at him. "You certain that chair is comfortable enough for you?" Kit felt himself get a little red and he tried to sink further into the chair as a response. "It is. Good night Ty." "Good night Kit."

Livvy eavesdroppes on the entire thing with glee. Finally, progress! Now came the most important thing, keeping them alive until they got the opportunity to have their first date. She went down to an already sleeping Dru, and looked at her little sister with an envious delight. "Oh, you get the actual perks of getting to play the supportive parts I can't have. I wish I could hug them just one more time. Lucky you."

[duck-in-a-thrift-store]

Alright guys here's the first room closeup (+ headcanons/notes), by popular demand:

~Mike & Will's room~

(Plz don't judge my choice of wall art I pretty much just picked it bc it matched the wallpaper colors and there weren't a lot of good options)

Ok so design details

I know yall see that blue and yellow, and the green in the middle. All very intentional. The bed w/ the yellow blanket is Will's & the one w/ the blue blanket is Mike's. They sit on the rug when they're having their little heart-to-hearts that the rest of the party never seem to be a part of for "some reason"

Also, these boys wear a lot of fuckin stripes, so. Blue and yellow striped wallpaper? Green striped rug? Idk man it was screaming byler what can I say

And then there's a record player or whatever on the dresser between them, bc as we all know Will is a music guy and Mike lets Will do whatever he wants even if that means keeping him up listening to his favorite song all night bc he'd never forgive himself if Vecna somehow got Will bc Mike made him turn it off*

*So, to explain what that's all about: after his repeated failed attempts with Max, One went after Will next bc y'know, lots of trauma, easy target, etc (at least that's what the mf thought, I'm pretty sure Will lowkey has powers or smthn)

(This happened before the start of the au btw so it's just sort of background info, it might be mentioned but it won't be happening in present)

But anyway Will almost got Vecna'd and it was partially Mike's fault bc they got in a fight, Mike said smthn stupid and Will ran off, we know the drill (Mike still blames himself for it even tho they made up & Will forgave him and is fine)

Mike kinda lost his shit, honestly I'm thinking in his terror he pushed El too hard to save Will (when she was already doing her best obviously bc that's her brother) and that was part of why they broke up bc even El realized he cared more about Will than her- Mike is pretty much the only one who doesn't know yet lol

And they all survived obviously but now they're both kinda extra paranoid about it and even though they've moved far away and One hasn't followed them they still worry that some day he might track them down, so they fall into a (compulsive) habit of playing Will's favorite songs on repeat

(I'm not giving you his fav songs bc first of all I can't even decide my own fav song and also it just feels really presumptuous like that's too personal of a thing for me to decide for somebody else. I take music very seriously & very personally ok. Funnily enough tho I am listening to "should I stay or should I go" at this very moment)

Anywho, moving along

That desk by the door is mostly used for coming up with new campaigns they don't want the others to spoil (it's ok for their roommate to have insider knowledge that's not an unfair advantage or anything and besides it just can't be helped y'know? /s) no but they do collaborate sometimes and they work so well together as storytellers that the others find it lowkey unsettling (Dustin and Lucas are used to it tho)

>tw: vaguely suicidal themes?

Someone, not thinking I guess, makes an offhand joke about them being on the ground floor so they don't have to worry about Mike jumping out the window, and Will, who somehow hadn't ever actually heard the whole "quarry story," asks what that's supposed to mean and then they very awkwardly have to explain and he's basically like "oh my god what the hell that's not fucking funny why would you joke about that" and for a while after learning about it he's extra conscious of any self-deprecating/self-sacrificing type shit Mike says

Also they have "crazy together" written somewhere in the room no one else will see it. It's uncertain where, or whose idea it was, or why they did it, but they did. Probably to sort of make the room feel more like it was claimed as *theirs* after having to move to a new house far away from familiarity, and as a reminder to always be there for each other when times are tough