#i fully understand why you cannot hug him at this moment i feel like he would not want it he needs to process but

[neraiutsuze]

boy i love it when a battle comes together in a narratively perfect way

sixth or seventh try at the cazador battle. for once instead of opening with a call lightning, he decides to open with a blight and insta-kill my bard, who normally starts by dimension-dooring to free astarion. this means that things get perilously close to popping off ascension-wise before jaheira and shadowheart can get her back up and a Daylight off. this kind of sets the tone for the battle, which goes Badly for almost the whole time. it hits the point where both my bard and shadowheart are just spamming Mass Cure Wounds and Mass Healing Word to keep people on their feet.

however. eventually astarion gets in perfect postion to break out the scroll of disintegrate right at cazador. who fails the save. and finally takes a proper hit to his ridiculous HP pool. he then pitches a fit and runs right at astarion to try and fuck him up, but the healing from the ladies keeps him on his feet - and then cazador was in perfect 'astarion has a scroll of Sunbeam' range. he did also hit ryse with it because i didn't realise she was in range. it's fine. she gets it. she's cast fireball on herself to get enemies before now. that put him on his last legs.

and then astarion'd taken a potion of speed before, so he had another attack - and he was wearing the risky ring, so he had sneak attack from the advantage.

get fucked, cazador.

[n0tamused]

Albedo Headcanons

A/n: Since I don't have much to post rn, I decided to go back to some of my old headcanons that I didn't publish and expand on them. These ones are all the way back from 2022 even, but I'm still happy with my portrayal of Albedo lol. Hope you all enjoy them too! I did work on these a little more, but I didn't take in consideration all the new events with Albedo after 2022. Keep that in mind.

Contents: General platonic and romantic headcanons, Albedo x GN!Reader, fluff, dash of angst if you squint really hard, self indulgent, possible grammar mistakes

General headcanons:

- Albedo is not a person who really indulges much, or at all, in friendships and relationships. He can understand the appeal, but he simply does not care as much as an average individual. He has his work to get to and his research to keep going, and the continuously taxing process of keeping relationships in general are tiring for him

- He prefers his solitude much more than any other company. He may not be in love with people much, but he is in love with the trees, the branches, the snow falling and the frozen lakes of Dragonspine - every new day means a new love for him, and he cannot wait to do his homework on anything and everything, even things he understands fully now. One thing you can equate this love of his to is the snow of Dragonspine itself, countless snowflakes hugging the lands, buried deep in crevices and cracks, trying to get to the center of the world.

- Since he has researched so much, even the smallest of new discoveries are very exciting for him, it’s those small joys that show his inner being through the smile that lights his eyes and makes the corners of them crinkle.

- Due to his drawn back nature, and his origins, he isn't so well met with emotions, so those are one of his many interests and curiosities.  He is well mannered, he knows how to maneuver a situation, but when he looks back at it, he can't help but feel distant and confused - why did they get so excited over such a small thing? Why did she blush so easily? Why did that boy get so scared by some wind? Why did he find himself observing the contours of someone’s face when he didn’t know them? Why did he wish to sketch them?..etc 

- He doesn't think he feels sorrow/regret like the others, he isn't like the others that much is certain. Sometimes when he is alone in some comfortable space he will just stare somewhere and wonder.... how would have he turned out if he just...felt more.. What does true happiness without limitations feel like? What is freedom? Does it come without regrets? In those moments he understands what sadness is. All these thoughts make him feel so heavy, his chest is heavy and tight and his heart feels lonely. At times he thinks what would happen if one of his close co workers were to suffer an injury or quit their work for greener pastures, the field of alchemy certainly wasn’t any easy one for everyone. He knows he’d miss their presence.

- There are many more complex questions that plague him late at nights, only to shrug them off like a coat in the morning in favor of his Alchemist coat 

- This all being said, getting close to him is more on the difficult side. Unless you are willing to pull a little more work than him and frequently check in, he simply wouldn't know how to act. He does his best where he sees he can, though. He isn’t emotionless, just a bit clueless.

 - He would gladly help you, and guide you in the field of Alchemy in case you are curious about it, although he would much rather point you in the direction of a "starter mentor" first, before he offers himself as a mentor. It's not that he's underestimating you, but he feels as if giving you a good, solid start with a teacher of an "average" Alchemist would be a much easier way into the field of alchemy. In a way, you could say he’s underestimating himself in handing you the knowledge he has in a way you’ll understand. 

- Klee is one person he feels most close to. Sucrose is a capable lady, smart and close to Albedo, but Klee is someone who simply touches Albedo's heart in more ways than one. He wishes to keep her close and protect her, she feels familiar to him and gives him more sense of grounding to this world even if the responsibility of taking care of her wasn’t something he initially took on by choice

- That being mentioned he definitely has great patience with her, and slowly, even if she is not really able to understand, she is teaching him to feel

Romantic:

- Everyone knows the great Alchemist is also a great artist - everyone who has gazed upon his works would say so with 100 percent certainty paired with a couple more flattering words. Yet Albedo would shrug those compliments off and politely counter their words; a simple thank you does it

- He does not really see much of sentiment in those pieces of artwork as much as he does in the art he did of you

- Those are his favorite pieces. He loves to capture every detail of you whenever he can - the way your nose scrunches, the way your brow quirks, the way you lay down after a long day, the way the wind blows through your hair, the way your hands are after having them soaked in water for too long or when they’re cold..

- He is still quite reluctant about initiating contact, especially the physical one due to his lack of proper experience on the topic. Most information he has was read from books or heard from his fellow Knights, but none worth mentioning or trying in practice in interactions with you

- So it takes much, much for him to warm up to the ideas, you will have to initiate things slowly, so he can warm up to those touches initiated by you as well but he does his own part in reciprocating and returning those small affections

- The best ways of bonding together is babysitting Klee honestly; drawing, searching nature for anything of interest..etc. So that being said his love languages are quality time, after that it would be acts of service and after that words of affirmation. 

Ⓒ n0tamused. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

[lunarcloak]

Blue Lock Chapter 266: Visual Storytelling

I did a similar post for Chapter 262 and people seemed to like it, and the poll I put up for a 266 interest check was overwhelmingly positive. So I'm back here!

Let's go.

Kaiser Impact. Magnus-- yes, but at this point it looks like he's taking a shot in the dark. His eyes are completely white, it's in perfect contrast to the last times where his eyes go completely black, with white pupils.

He's truly evolved, in the full sense of the word. The fact that the lines are thicker, darker, usually used for weight of movement-- as you can see in the shot panel-- are also being used for the face. It signifies weighted emotion, like he's really in a do or die moment right now. This means so much to him, and the fact that the face is DARKER than the actual shot itself means it's less about the technicality and more about the evolution it took him to get here.

AND HERE IS THE MAGNUS. This is where it's about the technicality. You cannot see Kaiser's face anymore-- it's not as important in this frame. Here, your eyes are drawn to the impact of his shot. In fact, at first glance, you could quite literally miss the ball speeding past Rin. Why? Because after that impact frame, the ball is no longer in Kaiser's control. He can only control it until the point where he shoots.

Secondly, I draw your attention to the rose petals. We've already established that it is his aura, but not how they are, again, concentrated at the impact point. Not the ball. This is partly to emphasise the speed of movement itself, and partly to reinforce the previous point. And tertiary notes are of course, the expressions on Rin and Charles' face being of pure shock. They cannot react, not with the speed of this particular shot. Only Lorenzo has been able to stop it, anyway.

He did in fact, make the air also his ally, but this is also the beginnings of the vine motif that follows the ball for the rest of this chapter. Notice how the air is curling around the ball, not in a streamline motion, but in the pattern of what will be vines later. It's already telling you that, while the ball spin is no longer in Kaiser's control, he's already done it. He's given it the impact of his shot. It's going to move exactly as he wants it to. (after this is Ness willing the ball to bend, which doesn't have any particular visual significance, but the boy deserves all the love <3)

And here the vines are fully obvious. That ball is bending exactly as Kaiser willed it to. But this is the moment of truth for him-- he's not Michael Kaiser, the NG11 prodigy, as he's watching the ball. He's Michael, the little boy who had a worn out football, and a dream. (I will remind you here that the last chapter's final panel ended with him referring to the ball/himself as a "piece of shit" again-- as he continues to refer as such in this chapter. It's signifying how he's ripping himself back down to the bare, barren life of a small child with a will to get away from the terrible hand dealt to him.)

The petals are still there, of course. No roses without thorns, no vines without roses.

I'm very intrigued by the silhouette behind the ball here. I'm not able to place exactly what it is, but it looks exactly like a woman's silhouette. His mother, perhaps? I will admit I do not fully understand why that is there, it must be linked somehow, but if anyone has any ideas they'd like to add here then please feel free to do so!

That's why the last row of panels transitions into small Kaiser from the back of current Kaiser.

This sequence isn't just to remind you of the beginnings of Michael Kaiser. But it's symbolic in that, look at the actual sequence of events. He kicks the ball at the wall, but it rebounds and hurts him instead. He gets angry, and he kicks it away again. But he takes a moment. And then he runs back to get the ball, and hugs it.

In the end, the ball will always be everything. He will miss, and he will get mad when he misses. But he will always-- ALWAYS-- pause. And think. And then, in the end, he goes back to the ball. Because the ball is his everything.

If you compare this to the sequence of this match's events for Kaiser, you will realise that it is a direct parallel. Albeit on a bigger scale-- the higher you are, the harder you fall. But that's the point. The fact that in the end he's going back to his roots. The beginnings of Michael Kaiser.

The next panel is, of course, his disgusting father. It's not really supposed to signify much by itself, but moreso leads up to the next panel. We already knew his father is abusive, but what we didn't know was the root of his dream and his ambition.

Note how here the moon is full. The moon is used as a symbol for a lot of things in fiction, but here I interpret it as the peak of his ambition, partly because it reminded me of a football the first time I saw it. The heights of his dream. To reach it, would be to reach the moon.

Also note how he once again refers to the ball/himself as "piece of trash" here.

Ugh. UGH. THE THINGS I WANT TO SAY ABOUT THIS PART. But I shall refrain. This is a visual storytelling analysis, not a character analysis.

His eyes are bright. Brightest we've ever seen them, actually. Because he's looking up at the moon, reaching out to it, reaching out to his dream. He's envisioning a world where he can get exactly what he wants and be happy. (Money, food, humanity, and the core of it all, love.)

The text "I want to be loved" is placed in a similarly 'dreamy' dialogue box. The kind that's used in shoujo backgrounds for the sake of "imagination". Very interestingly, it's placed directly on top of the path of the ball towards the goal. Even more interestingly, the vines aren't there at the beginning of this page's trajectory. They only start once we return to present time. Coincidence? I THINK NOT.

The flashbacks starts, and ends with the ball's trajectory. The vines, however, are solely for the present.

Also, remember how he's reaching out upwards in this panel? Yeah. Keep that in mind. You'll know why in two pages.

The goal page itself is not particularly filled with visual storytelling. Points which are mentioned there are already spread throughout this chapter: vines coating the ball as it finally lands in the goal. But I want to ask you to note that, the side of the page is dedicated to people who are watching Kaiser. Rooting for Kaiser. I doubt that is the kind of "love" he needs, but it's telling that part of the celebration of the goal comes from the numerous fans watching him around the world, waiting for him to show them Michael Kaiser the prodigal striker.

Ah yes, the Kaisagi panel (I'm kidding). No, while this feels like total Kaisagi bait, it's also just... symbolic of their rivalry in general. Isagi has always looked up to Kaiser's football prowess. He's always known that Kaiser is incredible at what he does. He's marvelling at the fact that after everything, after all those failures, he pulled himself back up and scored an absolutely stunning goal. Note the colour of his eyes vs the dialogue. When they're entirely white-- evolution dependent- it's the fact that Kaiser scored a goal Isagi didn't. It's the incredible technicality of it (As someone who understands the physics behind it, yes, it is magnificient. Magnus-ificient? Heh.)

On the super star dialogue, however, it's just Isagi and his black hole gaze. The football player who has never shit on those above him, only ever looked up to them. Admired them, used them as role models for his own growth. He's calling Kaiser a superstar, because he is, but it's inspiring. He's frustrated, but he's also in awe. Those are the eyes of when he's just found someone new to understand and integrate into himself to become better. Of someone who's just found a new ideal to look up to.

Mmm. The vines and rose petals wrapping around Isagi, though? That is EXTREMELY Interesting. there's a lot of ways to interpret it. The fact that at that moment everyone was watching Kaiser's shot, under his control. Or maybe the fact that Kiyora passed to Kaiser and not to Isagi. Or maybe the fact that, in the end, the Emperor is always the emperor, and sliding the throne out from underneath him is simply not possible. It's the one shot Isagi can never actually copy, because Kaiser Impact has always been, well, Kaiser's. And so is the Magnus version. It's the one thing that Isagi will always, always stay below Kaiser on.

Kaiser's screaming, his eyes are still white. But they still have the pupil outline. It's his moment of pure evolution. He's achieved something he hadn't achieved previously. He's done something incredible. He's taken back his dignity and his power, reclaimed his identity as a star striker.

And, finally, of course. We have to talk about this panel. NO vines. ONLY petals. He's not restricted by the thorns clasping onto him anymore, there's only the blue rose petals of the impossible feat. As @/bachibachis had pointed out on one of the chapter reblogs after it dropped. He's pulling his shirt down. To showcase his tattoo, yes. But it's the meaning BEHIND the tattoo. A blue rose. Impossible. But it's exactly what he's always aimed for, to achieve the impossible. This panel also showcases the crown on his hand, for similarly significant reasons.

His eyes are blank. Entirely. Now it's not about the evolution, but the emotion. The last time we saw them was when he was in a fit of anger at Isagi's goal. Now it's catharsis. At his achievement, at the goal, at the fact that he's living upto the tattoo on his neck, the name, everything he's built up for himself.

His hand is reaching upwards, to the sky. For the far away dream of money, food, humanity and love. He's achieved two of the three already. But now he's reclaiming his humanity. Maybe some day down the line, he'll reclaim his love too. Any of you yelling about Ness-- I get it, I do, but you have to understand that Kaiser doesn't see it that way. He's never seen it that way. It's complicated. We will simply have to wait and see.

As for the rest of this panel, well, it's framed as though there's quite literally light shining down from the heavens for this man. Kaiser has always had a lot of religious symbolism, and I'm not particularly qualified to talk about them just yet. But this ties in to all of that, and more. It's about the fact that stars really did align for all of this to happen here, now. The fact that this happened in the NEL, and not the World Cup. The fact that Kiyora passed to him, and not Isagi. The fact that he finally had Luck on his side, and it worked out. The fact that Rin and Charles weren't able to stop it, despite being star players themselves.

The stars aligned, the light shone down from the heavens, as the fallen Emperor rises up once again, reclaiming the throne that was always his. He screams up at the very heavens that had forsaken him, years ago, as they finally let him have the moment of increduilty he's wished to impose on the world. To achieve the impossible, is to be Michael Kaiser.

What a stunning, stunning chapter. Thank you, Yusuke Nomura. Thank you, Muneyuki Kaneshiro.

And thank you, for reading my take on this.

[formulapookie]

23 with rosquez

23. Did they hurt you?

When Vale learns about people breaking into Marc's home after what he said about it he feels like a meteor just hit him at full force.

He knows his fans are loyal and almost cult-like followers but this is definitely not what he thought could've happened after a press con.

Yes he was angry, fuming even, because Marc had just costed hima championship but - he never would've thought people could be this insane.

He wants to text Marc, tell him he's sorry that happened.

A clean, short message.

Just to get it off his chest.

But vale knows Marc, he knows his mind and how stupidly stubborn that boy is. He knows if he got hurt he didn't tell anyone and is probably still hurting.

And yeah maybe he shouldn't care, not after what Marc did, but something deep in his chest wants him to go, check on Marc, talk to him.

When he sneaks into Marc's motorhome that evening he thanks no one is inside, there was a really high chance Alex was gonna be there, and the younger never had a particular liking for Vale.

The only person present in the motorhome is Marc.

He's sat on his bed, shirtless and sad.

He looks - Vale doesn't decipher his eyes, there's a layer of something he cannot quite understand.

Even from the distance he can see the bruise, on his arm, ugly blue and purple fading to yellow on the edges.

Marc is wincing in pain as he applies what Vale supposes to be arnica or something similar.

There's a pack of ice on the nightstand, it's leaking, probably been there for longer than it was supposed to be.

He doesn't think about announcing his break-in, and he realizes a bit too late he's made a mistake.

He opens the door fully and he steps in, but when he does he's met with a terrified Marc, who curls up and hides his face.

"Marc it's me"

How fucking stupid can he be?

People just broke into his house and he comes in here like this.

When Marc notices he sits straight up, the twitch in the corner of his eyes a signal he's in pain, but doesn't want to show.

He's calming his breath down, trying to erase the moment that just passed.

"I uhm"

"What? You wanted to congratulate your dogs for entering my home and fucking it up?"

"No no Marc I-I wanted to say I'm sorry this happened"

"Mh. And why should I believe you?"

"Because I'm sorry"

"Yeah ok and if I tell you I didn't act on purpose to make you loose the championship what would yo say?"

"I wouldn't believe you, Marc this is a different thing-"

"What a fucking hypocrite. You want me to believe you but you wouldn't believe me if you had proofs in front of you"

"I - Marc this is not why I came here I just wanted to say I'm sorry about what happened"

"To say sorry? Sorry doesn't fix anything Valentino. They broke in. They broke things, they - they wrote on the fucking wall. Do you know what they shouted when I came back home, before breaking in?"

Vale's mind is running. No he doesn't know what they shouted, and he's not sure he wants to.

"They called me Lorenzo's little bitch. Reminds you of something someone else said? Oh yes. It's what you said to your journalist friends"

Vale is far again, heartbeat in his ears, Marc's eyes clearly full of tears but proudly holding them back.

His attention is brought back by the bruise.

it's still there, ugly as before, must be really fucking painful.

Then he notices another one, fading, and his stomach drops.

The one on the arm was bad already, it was done to hurt for sure but the second one.

It's. It's scary.

Around Marc's neck there's the faint line of a hand squeezing it with too much force.

He wants to get closer to Marc, hug him to reassure him but he knows he would scare him away if he did.

So he asks, because it's all he can do.

"Did they hurt you?"

The tone shakes something inside Marc. A weakness, a desire to be comforted and held. But he doesn't give into it. Because it was Vale's fault if that crazy man grabbed him by the hand and when he freed himself did the same at his neck.

He still feels the hand around it, the sheer panic he felt for the five seconds it lasted, before others got him far from that hold.

So he scoffs. Doesn't look at Vale because if he did he would meet his gaze, which guessing by his tone is of pity.

And Marc Marquez doesn't accept pity.

"Would you care?"

And Vale is stunned. He knows Marc thinks he hates him, because he's done everything to make it look like that.

But. He didn't think Marc thought he hated him THIS much. Not to care.

"Of course I care Marc they - they broke in and - the press didn't say anything about these"

Vale probably shuts his brain off, because he actually sits on Marc's bed next to him, and extends his hand to touch the bruised area.

And Marc, for the first time in his life, jerks away from Vale's touch. Like it's venomous, burning.

And Vale is sincerely worried now, hurt yes, because Marc gets away from him, but mostly worried for the fear he sees hiding behind Marc's pupils.

"Marc I'm not going to hurt you"

"No? Like you weren't going to leave me over racing results? You think I forgot what you promised me? Before the Ranch? Why should I trust you now Valentino?"

Valentino.

Not Vale.

"I - the racing it's different, it's a whole championship Marc! You helped him and -"

"I DIN'T FUCKING HELP HIM"

Marc is red in the face, he's stood up from the bed, and for once vale feels like the smaller out of the two.

"GOD! Will you get it in your fucking head I didn't help anyone to win? Huh? The fuck do you think that I manipulated the penalty system or what? That I faked to fall? That I've been mastering up this majestic plan to make you loose a championship since the Ranch visit? I didn't give a fuck who would've won last year because I wasn't in the run"

He wants to cry, so desperately would want that Vale wasn't the responsible of his pain so to look for comfort in him.

Because it doesn't make sense to ask for comfort to the person who's hurting you right? It's an oxymore.

"Marc please let me help you with those"

He'd ducking the question, Marc knows he is because he doesn0t have an answer.

And he wants to say no.

Wants to tell him to fuck off.

Instead he sits back on the bed, tilting his neck slightly, and it hurts.

He's scared too, his neck is there, ready to be sliced open if one only would.

He anticipates the sensation, hot blood running down his throat and staining his shirt, his bed, a river of crimson regret.

Instead there's gentle fingers grazing his skin, a thin layer of cream gently massaged on his bruised skin.

He wants to cry again, he also wants to get away, but he also wants Vale to stay and hold him.

He hasn't slept in days.

He wants to fall asleep with him.

God his head is a fucking mess. And Vale keeps on applying the cream on his neck, he can feel the softness and the carefulness of his touch. It's beautiful.

He wishes it could be like this forever.

Silence, softness and closeness.

Once Vale is finished he expects him to go, but he doesn't.

Marc doesn't protest, he slips under the covers and closes his eyes, tries to fall asleep.

Vale is still sat on his bed, like a guard, and Marc knows nothing between them is ok.

But maybe with Vale presence tonight he will be able to sleep.

And maybe in his dreams they're ok.

[lifes-pinata]

Duck and Mytho, A Relationship Analysis

BY POPULAR DEMAND (10 notes and 1 prompt by a blog I follow and admire)

Duck and Mytho are obviously so very important to each others stories. Without Duck, Mytho would have remained a heartless doll forever. And without Mytho, Duck would have remained a simple bird. The story cannot exist without Duck, and up until the last few episodes, Mytho remains her primary motivation.

Which is why is was so surprising to me that the way their relationship resolved was so..... Unsatisfying.

Now when I say that, I am not talking about Siegfried and Tutu's resolution, which remains one of the most touching scenes of the show. I am specifically talking about the relationship between Mytho and Duck.

For the first 14 episodes, Duck and Mytho's friendship was a slow but steady burn. Duck is an anomaly in Mytho's small world. Even heartless, he doesn't quite know what to make of her. "Fakir and Rue don't say things like that" he says in episode 3, when Duck reacts to his hurt hand.

Duck, as a person, represents something Mytho never encountered even when he was Siegfried. Her simple, straightforward kindness is so different from Rue's desperate, grasping love. Fakir's poisonous protection, and even the blushing, tittering classmates that never dare to speak to him.

And even though Mytho can't express it, I think it's really valuable to him. Early on, Duck is the only person capable of making his loneliness disappear. Not Rue or Fakir, who he's known for years (which he says to their faces oh my GOD) but Duck. The first request he makes is that she stays a little longer.

The entire first arc Duck continually proves herself to be trustworthy. Once Mytho returned to school after receiving the feeling of fear, Duck tackle hugs him, saying she looked for him everywhere. She knows about Princess Tutu, and is the only one who listens to him. Who doesn't talk over him. She brought him an umbrella when he was waiting for Tutu. He values her opinion enough that he asked her opinion on gifts to get someone. And yeah maybe he could have asked anyone, but we never see him seek someone out until the Raven's Blood kicks in.

In episode 14, Mytho says to Duck, straight out "You're the only friend whom I can tell everything." And then? They never interact again? Huh???

Well. That's not entirely true. There is one more scene where Duck and Mytho interact, if you believe that Mytho was lucid enough to truly count it. Episode 24, where Mytho has fully succumbed to the Raven's blood, and as a result has turned into a raven himself. He runs outside, after being hidden away by Rue, and finds Duck. And what does he do? He asks her to dance, just as he did on the day of the fire festival. But this time, Duck doesn't answer. She backs away from the monster he's become, just like everyone else.

To its credit, that is a resolution, but it still doesn't sit right with me. It feels too bleak in a story where hope overcomes everything else. A spot where Drosselmeyer's tragedy wins.

The thing is, I understand why they did it this way. One thing I have always appreciated about Princess Tutu is that there is no wasted time. Even at the beginning of the show, when it seemed lighter and sillier, every episode contained important information. From the very beginning, they were building to the finale.

The second arc of the show is even more this way, there is no wasted space. Where would they even put Duck and Mytho interactions? Duck is reckless but she knows better then to approach Mytho when he's actively trying to rip out the hearts of their classmates. If anything, trying to shoehorn interactions would come across as forced, and could even cheapen their interactions in the finale.

But as much as I love the scene where Mytho realizes that Princess Tutu was a duck. I also wish he had a moment to realize that the duck was Duck.

Because Princess Tutu performed magic and returned heart shards with her beautiful dancing.

But Duck did the hard work of being human. Of living and loving and trying and failing and getting back up.

It was Duck who saved the town in the end.

And it was Duck, who was ultimately forgotten.

[lazyofficer]

HERE IS WHY SHIRLULU IS A LEGITIMATE SHIP -PART 1

Warning: I'm not a writer and English is not my native language. So kindly bare it or DM me about it. Criticism is welcomed not hate.

I always wanted to post a detailed analysis of  Shirley X Lelouch  relationship and will post in parts due to Tumblr restricted on images. 

Fun fact- I started watching Code Geass with all the spoilers (deaths) and was fully expecting to be part of the Cclulu or Kalulu fanbase (because they are popular), but as I continued watching, I couldn't understand why Shirlulu had a minor fanbase and was ignored when their feelings were so obvious. Needless to say I became a Shirlulu shipper.

Let's start -

Shirley and Lelouch loved each other.

While Shirley's feeling are so obvious.

Lelouch's feelings are hinted throughout the series (both direct and subtle hints), which are often ignored as filler or brushed off as "guilt" for killing her father (which is not the case). 

There are people who dislike Shirley just because she is not "useful" like other girls. Let me tell you it's called a business deal and not love if you are going to choose a person based on their "usefulness." 

Let's start with Direct hints

R1 Stage 14 -

although the whole episode is dedicated to Shirlulu and their relationship. I'm focusing  only on the bits right now.

Lelouch, being dense when it comes to love, didn't realize his feelings until he lost her. Lelouch really cherished her presence in his life.

When I first watched CG , I really didn't expect that Lelouch would say such a romantic line especially for Shirley ( the ship so unpopular) and I repeat NO ONE would say this for a platonic friendship.

I was suspicious of Lelouch's feelings but this episode made it crystal clear that's its mutual , it's just Lelouch didn't realize it before.

Honestly, I would love to see them bicker and laugh it off after patching up

R1 Stage 12 & 14 -

IIrc, Shirley is the only girl whom Lelouch kissed back.

Personally I don't think he kissed her back due to guilt over killing her father but more like doing anything he could to comfort her.

He could have kissed Kallen if guilt was the reason but he only let her kiss him.

R1 Stage 14 -

"Any sin you commit is mine to bear" is the love language of Lelouch. If we consider Lelouch's personality.

He is not type to buy flowers and chocolates and he is the type who would do everything in power to hide the evidence of murder and going far to even take the blame for it.

Ranked as one of the best anime hugs and only hugging scene in code geass series. The way Lelouch pulls her to hug is everything

R2 Stage 12 -

Shirley felt Lelouch was lying about his feelings for her. His immediate response was a hard " No". Once he realized what he blurted out he tried to cover it up.

The he reason why he played innocent was because he is too busy and cannot afford to be in a relationship. He doesn't want to be neglectful boyfriend to her because doesn't deserve it.

This alone should be a proof that Shirley's feeling are reciprocated.

It's because of his feelings he wants to keep her at distance so that is safe.

R2 Stage 24 -

Lelouch was arguing with Schneizel about how people struggle against sadness yet still seek the future.

The first scene that played was Shirley's death, symbolizing that Lelouch's struggle against sadness was Shirley's death and how he still he seeks a future.

R2 Stage 25 -

Lelouch was dying, the first person that came to his mind was Shirley (after it was just chronological order S2-S1), and his last being his childhood with Suzaku and Nunnally. Special people in Lelouch's life

Many people chose to ignore this moment but this one is undeniable proof that Lelouch never moved on from Shirley

[mazyb0i]

Someone on Reddit tried to say that Rick only truly loves Beth, and to prove them wrong, so here I am!

tldr:

Character analysis of Rick Sanchez from an autistic fans point of view, understanding his attachment styles.

He'll do anything for BP, if season 6 proves anything, it's that he'll die for BP. He literally admitted to loving him, which I have not heard him tell or say about anyone before in the show. When

he does say stuff like that it is significant. Bird person is the only character on the show he has been openly genuine with.

If season 7 proves anything, Pers is the only one that can sneak up behind him and grab him out of nowhere without getting some snarky comment, mean look, or a left hook. They both care about each other deeply, that is clear. Rick was extremely

upset by the wedding with Tammy. Rick told the bird person how much he respected him more than anyone, even when he contradicted himself by saying nothing matters, he wanted to be with Percy. He wanted to travel with him and spent every moment with him.

--

"Then why did you help me?"

"I respect you, and I wanted you to know that you could respect me too."

" But if nothing matters...?"

"You matter! You matter to me."

"Uhhh- Rick... the relationship we have-"

"I never used that word!" - Rick (denialism)

--

It's funny how after this he calls him a judgmental dork, and not something much harsher.

--

"Why the fuck are you risking your life for that asshole!?" - Memory rick

"Because, you love him."

"You do maybe, but I don't."

"Yeah, yeah, you're real cool. Now, come help me save his life or fuck off, because I don't need you.

(Very much so loves BP.)

--

--

"I'm sorry Rick, but we cannot choose the ones we love" - Pers

"You got that right! Why do you think I'm still fucking down here!?"

--

Birdperson mentions that he would be dead if it wasn't for Rick, this also accounts for multiple times now since he brought BP back to life recently. Rick has stuck his neck out for the man so many times contradicting his "nothing matters" front, because that's what it is, it is a horrible coping mechanism to ignore your problems and pretend they don't exist because 'nothing matters'.

Its a problem that I have and I'm working through in therapy myself, it's called Denialism. Because 'if you shut yourself out from the world and your problems, then nothing can hurt you, and they don't exist'. You convince yourself you're in control when you're not, you have the least control, and it fucks you up. Rick isn't truly and fully nihilistic, or else literally nothing would matter to him. He makes sure to keep his Morty alive, he constantly brags on about how he can just get a new family, but he has the same Morty that he's had since the beginning and sticks his neck out for him as well.

--

"No, Morty. Because you were too afraid to tell me. What we had was abusive, don't you see? I'm a bad partner, because I never made you a true partner."

--

--

"I was afraid if I jumped in a hole you would just stand there and watch me, you wouldn't even jump in after me!" -Morty

But then Rick in season 1 literally jumped in after Morty when he fell through the garage floor into the Schrodinger's cat void.

"Be good, Morty, be better than me."

--

--

And when Rick starts crying at his memories of Morty in season One, but he refrains from expressing it so that Morty does not become, as he puts it, "cocky" (denialism)

I would also like to point out I feel like in the later seasons he starts calling Morty 'buddy' more?? he's a lot nicer to him than he used to be, and just recently allowed Morty to hug him without pushing him away, actually hugging back. He's also stated that he respects summer very deeply, which if he says that about someone, it really means that he does. He sees his Diane in Summer, and he also implies that summer is like a cat, her affection and respect needs to be earned; unlike Morty's dog like affection that is just given away. But we also hear Rick say that Morty reminds him a lot of himself when he was younger, this implies a lot of parallels.

Memory Rick brought out a lot of Rick that we didn't see previously, a person who wasn't fully tainted by the lack of treating mental Health issues, coping issues, unhealthy attachments, and all the other things that led up to Rick being the way he is. he said his heart broken so many times, he's been backstabbed, he is very hurt person. This doesn't excuse all of his actions but is a very good explanation and reason for why he is the way he is and the way the human psyche copes with it's environment to protect itself. it's like walking up to a caged animal with a taser, these are his defense mechanisms, it makes him look like a dick on the outside but currently it is the only thing that he knows how to do on instinct for protection, and that's why he's in therapy. This is why I believe he's genuinely trying to get better, he can get along with his therapist more than ever, even if he has sly remarks he genuinely listens to Mrs. Wong.

--

"I don't like being told where to go or what to do. I consider it a violation."

--

"There's a lesson here, and I won't be the one to figure it out"

--

"I don't discuss problems, I incinerate them"

--

"It was charmingly analog. For a sec, you kind of made me like myself." - Mem Rick

"You'll grow out of it." - Rick

He resents his younger self for helping him and makes sure to mention that he "grew out" of his ability to like himself, Rick has some extreme self-hatred. it's hard to fully love someone or Express a healthy relationship when you can't even have a healthy relationship with yourself.

--

"You act like you're the one that got stabbed in the back!" -Morty

"Because I AM THE ONE, Morty. You wanna know why I replaced myself in the beginning of that stupid knights of the morning sun thing!? I SAID don't take the fucking sword! And you were like "Whatever", like I'm our neighbor Jean or David Arquette or something!! You called me boring! I've become dog shit to you! That's what happens when you let people in and they stop respecting you! They touch your shit, they screw things up, they KILL your fuckin family! Go ahead and trust them, you're gonna learn the same fuckin thing." -Rick

--

[2af-afterdark]

Giggling, kicking my feet, twirling my hair, I'm so glad you like my thots :3 Bael is the first character to get me this down bad and I need to do something with the brainrot, so you can 100% expect more in the future teehee

Also, this has been plaguing my thoughts for a while and. Are we going to talk about the very noticeable yandere and/or cannibal vibes Beel gives off? Like, it's not even just vibes at this point, tbh. There's that one sprite with his crazy smile, one of Bael's first chats says that Beel is "the type to fully immerse himself in whatever he likes" and then talks about having MC around so I'm pretty sure it also applies to his romantic interests, one of his homescreen lines goes something like "I keep thinking only about you whatever I do" and I'm pretty sure he was the roughest with Minhyeok during the first event (I expected it to be Levi, but he pretty much just scowled, meanwhile Beel grabbed him by the throat and honestly seemed like he was considering snapping Minhyeok's neck for getting his scent all over MC). I'd say there's a good chance he'll turn out to be at the very least pretty possessive and/or obsessive, if not downright yandere.

And the cannibalism is like. Literally just there. He ate the fifth seraph, and while technically cannibalism is eating your own species, I'd say angels and devils (and humans) are similar enough for it to count. Then there's the fact that during the current event he just casually fucking brought a bloody bag "big enough to store a demon" and asked to cook the contents (and people were only debating whether it was an angel or a demon corpse or maybe human hearts). I also can't remember the specific examples, but I recall that there were a few chats where I felt like he wants to eat MC's ass and not in a kinky way. Bro's the type to say "I could just gobble you up" and do.

Anyways, I'm starting to realise I cannot be trusted with a keyboard, I keep sending you these long-ass wall of text asks, I'm sorry 😭

— 💛

I understand you. I am also ace as fuck, but fictional men in need of a hug and a vacation are, like, the biggest fucking turn on. I feel that real deep emotion that makes my head dumb. lol

And, yes. I did notice. That's why I wrote Indulgences, actually. Bell is very cannibalistic and eats so many things that strike terror into the hearts of man. Ate an angel, ate some meat of unknown origin, implies often that he should totally be devouring MC. Like, eating and sexual metaphors have been interchanged for a long time, but with him... Sometimes it doesn't feel like a metaphor...

I know he has more lines about "eating" MC, but this is the one where I did a doubletake and actually wondered in what way he meant he'd eat them.

Interestingly enough, I get the cannibalism vibes, but I do not fully get the yandere vibes. In fact, I'd say he gives some of the least yandere vibes... in a sense. Bell is actually rather chill about MC seemingly spending time with others and has virtually no possessive tendencies when compared to devils like Leviathan or Bael. In fact, out of the interactions I've unlocked with him, he seems to almost never bring up lines that can be interpreted as keeping MC to himself.

That's why the moment with Minhyeok stood out so much. It was a moment where Bell actually showed a real possessive moment over MC. Although, it is unclear if he was being possessive or protective. I mean... this stranger walks through your electrified fence to get into your home and they smell like your squishy human? God damn right he's about to freak the fuck out until he has an explanation. Bell is actually very protective overall.

((I don't have screenshots since I didn't take them at the time AAAAAAA))

[roses-dreams-andthorns]

꧁༒☬𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓪 𝓓𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓖𝓪𝓶𝓮.☬༒꧂

ΜØŇ€¥ ΜØŇ€¥, ΜØŇ€¥ ΜỮŞŦ β€ ₣ỮŇŇ¥. ƗŇ Δ ŘƗĆĦ ΜΔŇ'Ş ŴØŘŁĐ. ʸᵃⁿᵈᵉʳᵉ ᴬᶻᵘˡ ᴬˢʰᵉⁿᵍʳᵒᵗᵗᵒ ˣ ᴹᵃˡᵉ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ⁱˢ ⁱᵐᵖˡⁱᵉᵈ ᵃˢ ᵐᵃˡᵉ, ᵐᵃˢᶜᵘˡⁱⁿᵉ ᵗᵉʳᵐˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵘˢᵉᵈ.

His heart palpitates in your presence. He never understood why. There is just something so different about you that just urges him to come closer, that just urges him to make you his own... To hear your voice, or laughter, or to see your smile, or even your anger. He is drawn closer and closer with every sight of you. He craves the love you are capable of giving to others, he needs it. If he doesn't have your love... how can he live? He simply cannot. He would do anything to win that heart of yours. Ah, you have a test coming up, and you didn't study? Fear not, he has a detailed, organized study guide ready for your viewing, and for the low price of a small dinner date with you. Are you sick? He will come over personally to try to take care of you. Low on money? Take his entire bank account. Your hand, the very one extended to him, the very one who offered to help him, the very one that held him up whenever he was about to fall into the dark abyss of despair... That is the hand he wishes to take. He refuses to take any other. To hold you close to him... To hold you like a small child cuddles their favorite plush... to lay on your chest with his arms around you... That is what he wants. It's what he needs in his life. Without you he is nothing. Without you his heart is like the endless abyss that is the deep dark sea. He feels worthless. He feels useless. He feels like an idiot. He wants you to himself, but at the same time, he wants to be yours. He wants you to be the one who tells him "I love you." Every morning, He wants you to be the one to hold him gently. He wants you to tell him all he wants to hear, He wants you to be his one and only, his valentine every February, his date to every school dance, he wants to be with you. Forever. Even after the sea is reduced to none but a puddle of the beauty it once was. Every moment he sees you, he feels like a small nail being pulled into a magnet, his body moves on its own as he approaches you, and his mind coming up with all these random, yet charming conversation starters that somehow still make sense, despite only being thought of on the spot. He could convince you to sign into a contract to make you his own, to chain your heart to his, but then it just wouldn't feel right to him... He wants a completely genuine love story with you, like the ones he's read in stories and fairy tales, because what is the point in doing such a thing? Surely you cannot purely love your dearest beloved, the love of your life, well enough if they do not feel the same feelings for you as you do for them. Relationships are not a product of business anyone can just so easily profit over unless they do it the right way, they are feelings in the mortal body that distribute noradrenaline, dopamine, and phenylethylamine that gives us the beautiful feeling of those butterflies in our stomachs when nearby the person we fancy, and the rapid beating of the heart. Love may be a complicated emotion, but not for him. He understands fully, his feelings for you, yet he is just to scared to just simply tell you, hence his plan to make you become the one to make the move, by hanging out around you so often, you'll have no choice but to notice him, and fall in love, and offer that hand of yours to him to hold again, just like you did when he was a broken down mess lying on the ground in despair. He would run across the world for you. He would fly for you, he would take you to all the places you would ever wish to see, as long as you'd love him. Tell him he is beautiful, hold his face gently, and hug him.

ᴾᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ʷᵃⁿᵗᵉᵈ ˡᵒⁿᵍᵉʳ ᶠⁱᶜˢ, ˢᵒ ʰᵉʳ��� ʷᵉ ᵃʳᵉ! ʰᵉʰᵉʰᵉ

[fieldofdaisiies]

Joel x Reader | Say Yes To Heaven

type: sad drabble warnings: blood, curse words, death word count: 800 words summary: yeah….inspired by the ending of episode 6…only that it really ends there…I don’t know why I felt like hurting some feelings okay? I just was in an angtsy writing mood and it turned into heartbreak and devastation….

The sky is grey, covered in clouds. There is a greyish cast to the light. A sheet of rain that falls down on you, soaking everything. The grass turns wet, the soil dark.

Your feet are rooted to the ground, your heart hammering in your chest, in your throat. 

You cannot stand the scene that is offered to you, but at the same time your find yourself unable to look away. It is like you need to absorb the scene in order to realise that this is really happening. It is like you have to allow pain to fully reach every part of your body, to understand that this is truly happening.

Billie’s shivering, trembling figure is the only source that catches your attention other than–

Your blood runs cold when you focus on the lifeless body on the ground. It feels like every ounce of happiness wooshes out of your body in that moment. He couldn’t be—he isn’t.

A sob parts your lips when on their own accord your feet carry you over the in pebbles covered path, to the meadow, to Ellie and—

"Joel." You don’t recognise your own voice. So full of pain, of anguish. Water is dripping from from your head when you bend over him, gathering his limb hand in both of yours. “Stay with me.” Your breathy plea is a whisper that nearly gets drowned out by the rain. But there is no energy, no power. 

His blood has wetted the right side of his chest, covering in deep red. “Joel, stay with me. My love, please.” Your hand moves to his jaw, cradling his face when you lean in and kiss his cheek, your tears falling onto his skin. Joel stirs slightly, groans weakly, but that is it. His eyes flutter shut and with your other hand your squeeze his. He does not squeeze back. 

Your body is drained of the last ounce of hope, of happiness, of life when his chest does its last heave, when he takes his last breath, when his heart skips its last beat and when his eyes close forever. 

A loud, sobby cry rips itself free. You clutch his hand, tears streaming down your cheeks when you try everything in your power to hold onto him, onto his life. 

But at the very back of your head you know that it is too late. That he is gone. That you have lost the love of your life, your husband, your partner. 

You cannot let go. Not yet—never.

You suffer from a sudden loss of breath when hands are placed on your shoulder, wanting to help you get up. Dizziness and nausea make the world around you spin, your stomach cramping. You hold onto his hand, that hand that slowly turns colder and colder. 

You don't want to lash out, especially not at Ellie who has become something like a daughter to you. But when you wants to help you up you see red. No one can take you away from Joel. You would stay with him forever.

“You have to let go.” Ellie’s voice is a soft whisper, gentle and full of empathy. You feel her presence beside you, but your blurry vision is trained on your husband…

“NO!”

Arms wrap around you and you are pulled towards the girls chest. “You need to let go. We will burry him. You will get ill if you stay out here.” You feel the press of her chin on top of your head and finally let his hand slip out of yours so you can embrace the young girl. She survived. That matters. That matters as well. A lot. She has become your family and you would forever protect her. For Joel, knowing he has loved her so very much.

“Ellie,” you whisper when you hug her just as tightly as she is hugging you. “Oh, Ellie.”

“We will be fine.” There is hope in her tone, but it is eroded the moment a loud sob splits her lips and she slumps against you. The rain is pouring down on you when you sit in the grass, holding each other, weeping. 

Only after a long time you find enough strength in yourself to pull yourself up, bring Ellie along with you and to say goodbye to your husband, the love of your life, for one last time. 

Your heart is broken, shattered into a million pieces and the will never be hope for repair. 

The only thought that brings you comfort is that he is finally reunited with Sarah, with his daughter. He has her again now. 

And you still have Ellie – your family. Your anchor in this hard time. And you are her anchor in the raging sea of devastation and grief.

I needed a little break from writing acotar x reader stories so this was good. now I can focus on all my requests again❤️

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I just needed to write about other characters for a moment as I found myself somehow stuck with mostly writing for Azriel. But it is better now.

[thisiskatsblog]

louis posting an instagram video where he mentions the paris rainbow lights fan project and shows pride flags and talks about his connection with fans etc feels like a way to appease us and is very insidious and i'm seeing him in a very different light tbh, i simply cannot forgive him for shitting all over us then trying to appease by showing pride flags and talking nice about a rainbow project it feels very disingenuous, back in 1d days these counter moves of love towards the lgbtq+ community after a denial or a shut down or whatever would feel authentic and brave but i'm seeing it from a very different perspective these days and i don't know how to feel, i'm just very much done with louis i think and as a queer fan i feel heartbroken because he used to be my home and now he's completely unrecognisable to me, oh well, things change and i hope he's happy with his 14 fans by the end of it bc he's giving us the shovel in which we bury his career, lots of people have said the chicken thing was their final straw and are leaving in droves (i'm one of them) so i wish him luck and hope all this shit was worth it for him, i have no empathy left for him and it's time to call it a day and just speak to my fandom friends and not support him directly via money social media mentions etc

(((anon))) (if you're into hugs, sounds like you needed one)

Thanks for bringing up that Instagram reel - I actually hadn't seen it in full yet, just some snippets on Tumblr here.

I don't know how much of your negative feeling towards that reel stem from the fact that you thought it was posted after Parmageddon to appease LGBTQ fans. If it makes a difference: seems that actually, the reel was posted before the Twitter chat.

I feel some thought went into it, and there’s definitely a shitload of rainbows in there, at quite interesting moments of the narrative.

I'm inclined to believe it's genuinely trying to say something, trying to express gratitude for the rainbow projects -without saying so explicitly - ok - I'll grant that - but it doesn't seem disingenuous to me.

The tweet, on the other hand, comes across as such a ridiculously far fetched comment. Why would he even bring that up?

Like I said, I cannot make much sense of one thing next to the other. I'm not even trying to anymore, to be honest.

And I do understand that this is different for you - for many people maybe. For very specific and very personal reasons that I can't really ever put the finger on, I have a strong undercurrent of (blind?) faith in Louis and the tweet didn't shake that enough for me to leave the fandom. And I fully understand that not everyone feels that way. That you can’t feel that way if you don’t have the same very personal reasons that I have.

Clearly the balance is different for you, for others, and particularly for a lot of LGBTQ+ people. The conflicting messages are confusing, they are painful, and they do lead people to believe they are safe when maybe in the end they are not. It's not a great situation. And it's totally valid, and acceptable, and healthy, perhaps, for someone to decide to leave that situation.

Sorry to see you go but I hope leaving brings relief and makes you happier.

[petri808]

I’m throwing canon Noragami off a cliff. Maybe canon divergent. Definitely just satisfying my selfishness lol but here I make my offering 🙃

Day 29 @flufftober - “Hey, wake up” Yatori/family-ish Drabble

From the darkness, Yato hears the sound of faint voices calling, calling, for what he cannot make out. Where is this? Where am I, he wonders. Even his extra sensory perceptions as a God do little against this black void he’s floating in. Oh… That’s right, once his father was killed and because Hiyori is now a shinki, his last tether to humankind has been lost. Does that mean this void is a God’s death? Just an unending space of nothingness, because that’s now what his is— nothing, no rebirth, no second chances. What are those voices saying? So frustrating. He feels like they’re calling to him… Senses familiar energy… Open your eyes… Is that what he’s hearing? Wake up… Come back… Back to where? He can’t exist anywhere anymore now that there’s no human who believes. Open your eyes!… The voices, they’re getting louder. Wake up… How? Come back! Yato feels something pulling on him now, like a cord tied to something on the other end. Hey! Wake up! The voice now screams to him. Open your damn eyes! Okay, okay!

Slowly, Yato cracks his eyes open a sliver expecting nothing but more darkness, yet— light suddenly floods through the tiny crack stunning him for a moment like someone shining a flashlight in your face. What the hell? The more he opens his lids, the brighter the light till they’re completely open. He double blinks, and puts his hand over his face trying to block out— the sun?? His vision is still focusing, but he’s pretty damn sure it’s just the sun.

Well, there’s no time to think about it as two bodies pile onto him. Huh?

“Yato!” Hiyori and Yukine scream in tandem. “Yato, it’s over! It’s over!”

Wait! Hiyori?? But, but… Yato sits up, forcing the two to get off him. Yato blinks in absolute disbelief. “Hi-Hiyori?” His voice trembles. This is impossible. Shinki shouldn’t remember their past lives without it causing them pain, yet Hiyori sounds completely normal.

“It’s me,” Hiyori smiles.

The dam of tears break free as Yato pulls Yukine and Hiyori into a bear hug. To feel them, touch them— for them to be here as if nothing had happened. His true family. This is the happiest day of his life and with such a second chance he does something he's wanted to do for a long, long time. When they release from the hug, Yato cups Hiyori's cheeks, pulling in and placing a pressured kiss to her lips. Hiyori squeaks at the sudden intrusion and a bloom of pink flushes his skin.

"Seriously!" Yukine slaps Yato's shoulder once he breaks away from the kiss. "Not the place for this!"

"Sorry," Yato scratches the back of his neck in embarrassment. "Couldn’t help it. But tell me," he grabs Hiyori's hands. "How can you remember who you are or me or any of us?" He also turns to Yukine as well as he speaks. "Why am I still here if my lifelines are gone?"

"I don't fully understand it myself, and I didn't know anything at the beginning. During the battle with father I was just a vessel." Hiyori explains.

"After father was killed, and you were knocked out, Ōkuninushi showed up with your tied plaques," Yukine continues.

"I had no idea who he was, and that’s when he said just one word to me," Hiyori carries on, "'remember,' and suddenly everything came flooding back. It took some time to get my bearings back, but thankfully, Yukine was there to help me through. Once I remembered everything, that's when he explained how my love and promise to never forget you was strong enough for him to use to intercede."

"Oh, I remember you doing it once before," Yukine points out to Hiyori, "you broke the spell that one time too." He then addresses Yato again. "As for the lifelines, well there are enough that remember you."

Yato’s brow raises in disbelief. "Like who?"

"My brother," Hiyori smiles.

"And my sister, thanks to Hiyori," Yukine adds. "And maybe some of the customers you've helped. Point being, you're still here."

This is all so much to process quickly, but now that he knows what’s happened, all of the emotional toil he held in during the battle is released like a tidal wave sweeping over the land. Yato pulls them back into a hug as the waterworks start anew and his babbling apologies to the two shinki flow free. Throughout his life, he hasn’t always been one to see the mistakes he makes— a trait common among the gods who do not truly understand things like emotions or atonement. They ask for atonement from followers, yet do not believe it applies to them. If there’s one thing father proved, is that this unattached, unfeeling sense of omnipotence is a problem amongst Heaven that needs to change. Only gods like Bishamon or Kofuku who have created close bonds with either their shinki or the humans around them, learned what it means to care, to hurt, and to love— they are the gods worthy of their station. And now, Yato has entered this point thanks to Hiyori and Yukine, and others like Kofuku. His battle with father is the proof, because all Yato wanted to do was protect those he loved even if it meant his death.

“I’m so sorry for everything,” Yato stammers through the tears. “It’s my fault all these horrible things have happened to you. If I’d just listened to you Yukine, father wouldn’t have been able to manipulate you, and Hiyori…” his voice chokes, “y-you would still be alive. I was so stupid to try and do things on my own when having my family with me made me stronger.”

“You’re damn right, you should’ve listened to me!” Yukine punches Yato’s arm with medium strength. “But, I know you were just trying to protect me. I hope you’ve learned to trust us now.”

“And Yato,” Hiyori speaks up, “please don’t blame yourself. It was my selfish wish you were trying to honor. I chose to get involved knowing it would be dangerous even with several of you all trying to warn me.”

“But Hiyori, you never got to live a full life,” Yato blubbers. “It’s not fair!”

“It’s not,” she smiles, “yet I still wouldn’t change a thing.” Hiyori grabs Yato and Yukine’s arms and pull them close to her on each side. “I love you both too much to have walked away. So, I forgive you,” she kisses Yato on the cheek. “And I’m happy to have you back,” she kisses Yukine on the cheek.

“And I forgive you too, Yato,” Yukine adds. “So stop the blubbering cause now we need to figure out where to go from here.”

“Oh!” Hiyori sits up straight in her excitement. “There’s one more good news. Heaven has recognized your efforts and contribution to this fight and finally consider you to be a true god worthy of respect. Therefore, you’ve been bestowed a new title. The god of calamity is due to your father’s wish, but it’s no longer the wish fueling your existence. So, they feel you’ll be a god who protects children. Ebisu has even offered to build a temple for you in the city.”

Yato and Yukine’s jaws drop, both uttering a, “Wow…”

“I’m stunned,” Yato’s mind is short-circuting. “Am I really worthy of such a title?”

“Why not,” Yukine teases. “You act like a child, so you’ll understand them better.” Even Hiyori has to laugh at the stab of truth.

“I see your mouth is back to normal,” Yato retorts, then laughs, “but you’re so right!” He pulls both of them to him, one on each side, and resting his arms over their shoulders. “Well family, should we grab some food? Cause I’m starving!”

Hiyori chuckles. “Now, there’s our Yato…”

[projectbluearcadia]

This Is Fine.

Lizzy: Anne, gonna ask you a real question here, but what the fuck is this?

Lizzy points to the practice exercise the professor handed to the class.

Annelie: Alchemy. 

Lizzy: What?

Annelie: Once you get past the fact that we’re changing the chemical composition of material with magic, it’s not hard. a plus b equals c with b as catalyst. It’s like chemistry, but you can cheat a lot more.

Lizzy: ...why are there so many equations on your paper?

Annelie: Oh, that’s just the basic formatting for the alchemic transfiguration magic. Like you can’t transfigure a piece of lead into gold without formulating the matrix T used to transform each magic circle at steps alpha, beta, lambda, rho...

Lizzy: What?

Annelie: Wait, what’s the highest math you’ve taken?

Lizzy: Um... Triangles?

Annelie pauses.

Annelie: Do you want me to talk to Diavolo? This class is pretty heavy on advanced math. 

Lizzy: Yes pl—

Annelie’s D.D.D. vibrates, and she glances at it before she picks up. 

Annelie: Why are you calling me? 

Lucifer: I wanted to hear your voice.

Annelie: Are you feeling lonely?

Lucifer: Yes, I want to see you. 

Annelie: Awww. 

Lucifer: Come see me.

Annelie: I’m in class. 

Lucifer: Come see me. 

Annelie rolls her eyes. 

Annelie: Be patient. 

Lucifer: Come and see me right now before I come and get you myself. 

Annelie: Oh, please do...

Lucifer appears in the doorway to the classroom. 

Annelie: Seriously?

Lucifer gestures at her, and she sighs as she hangs up and leaves the room.

Lizzy: Did someone say down-bad?

Annelie: Yes, honey?

Lucifer drags her away from the classroom and hungrily kisses her the moment they’re out of view. 

Lucifer: I missed you.

Annelie: I can tell. 

Annelie gives him a peck back, and he hugs her tightly. 

Annelie: Did something happen?

Lucifer: ...why is that your question? I just wanted to see you. 

Annelie: It’s not unwelcome, it’s just that you don’t normally make me skip class. 

Lucifer: ...

Annelie: Lucifer? 

Lucifer: Maybe I was thinking too much...

Annelie: Well, we wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself. 

Annelie fluffs his hair, and Lucifer rolls his eyes. 

Lucifer: I just felt... nevermind. 

Lucifer steps back. 

Annelie: Have I satisfied your craving for cuddles?

Lucifer: ...not even remotely. 

Lucifer kisses her forehead. 

Lucifer: So I fully expect you to come to me at lunch for quality time. No excuses. 

Annelie: You know I don’t have any. 

Annelie kisses his cheek. 

Annelie: I’m going back to alchemy, okay?

Lucifer: Of course.

Lucifer hugs Annelie tightly until she wheezes.

Lucifer: You’re not sleeping tonight either. 

Annelie: Dammit, Lucifer, don’t whisper like that! You know what that does to me!

Lucifer snickers as he pulls away.

Lucifer: Yes, yes I do. Then until lunch. 

Annelie shakes her head as she waves to him, and he walks away. Her D.D.D. buzzes, and she rolls her eyes as she takes a look, only to stare at the screen in surprise. 

Barbatos: Annelie, we need to talk. Come to the castle as soon as possible. Do not bring Lucifer. 

Monologue

I think, at that moment, I already knew. No, maybe even before that moment. I am an insufferable person in that I cannot stand to be disliked, and I will do anything if it means that I can hold someone closer to me. Maybe it was because of that I chose this life, that I became the Queen of Succubi. 

I think I understand now. Why Barbatos tried to kill me, that is.

[crabknight]

Thoughts on the losers

Chrom: okayish, unfortunately voiced by M*tt

Robin, whom I have named Hildegard: she's silly, I made her very pretty :]

Lissa: benched in favor of Maribelle sorry

Frederick: LOVE HE very serious. Decided on a whim he should be with Maribelle and not Sully cause I like his supports with Mari

Sully: AMAZING LOVELY SO COOL I am normal about her C support with Miriel (gonna write a fic about it later when I get the B and A support)

Virion: FRENCH JUMPSCARE no like I didn't think he'd actually have a French accent in the voice acting. He's so cool I love him

Vaike: WHORE I wanna know why he acts like that, I wanna study him under a microscope

Mirial: MY SPECIAL LADY HOW I LOVE YOU SO she's a mage and also her C support with Sully is very good

Sumia: no strong opinions, ended up benching her in favor of Cordelia. I don't really need her anymore cause she's already served her purpose of being Chrom's wife

Maribelle: THE!!!!! THE HER!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE HER SO VERY MUCH. SHE'S SO PERFECT!!!!!! AND I THOUGHT SHE WAS JUST A LITTLE RUDE AND BOSSY BUT THEN HER C SUPPORT WITH FREDERICK!!! GIRL IS NOT LAZY, SHE'S WILLING TO PUT IN THE WORK!!!!!!

Panne: lovely lady, adore her. I like her introduction with Emmeryn :]

Gaius: I don't use him a lot but he's poggers. I like his intro with him just wanting candy, what a mood

Cordelia: neat :] I love her intro with Phila and how horrible she feels about the other ladies dying. Just. Ough. I hope she gets a big hug or smth

Gregor: the ideal man honestly, 10/10

Nowi: I don't hate her as much as I thought I would. Aside from her design, she's great

Libra: boy man totally. Lovely design, lovely intro, very excited about his VA because I really love her as H'aanit

Tharja: did not expect to like her at all but she's good. I like her intro

Flavia: SO AWESOME I LOVE HER

Basilio: Patrick Seitz moment fr!!!

Emmeryn: blood guts horror forever. Crying 1 billion tears. Don't speak her name! amirite

Chrom: Yeah I've never been a big fan of him tbh

Hildegard: OMGGG VERY PRETTY INAUSGFIUANSDGF great design for your robin

Lissa: Yeah I mean that's fair, I have a habit it using the first healer I get as the healer for the rest of the game so I use Lissa a lot, also because I love Owain too much to not use. Don't really have anything to say about her personality

Frederik: I mean, how can you not love him, he is great, you should see his supports with chrom, I find them funny

Sully: Yeah she slaps, definitly my favorite of the two cavs

Virion: Virion is pretty fun I cannot lie, and I will say, I was fully expecting him to be french

Vaike: YESSS YOU UNDERSTAND HE'S JUST MY DUMB FUCKING LOSER JOCK

Miriel: me when big words, she is very cool I also like her, important question here, who will marry her?

Sumia: Yeah I have no strong opinion either

Maribelle: I'm very happy for you that you love maribelle this much, it's great to see

Panne: Yeah she's pretty cool, I like her supports with Virion and her kid can become pretty strong

Gaius: There really isn't that much more to him than candy puns in my experience, but he can become pretty good

Cordelia: Yes very true, her intro is definitly one of the best

Gregor: MY MAN GREGOR HOW I LOVE YOU SO YOU ARE MY HUSBAND AND I LOVE YOU FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER fun fact I married him in my most recent playthrough

Nowi: yeah that's fair, I still hate her tho I am not a fan of her personality and everything, shame that her kid is so cool tho

Libra: the man ever what can i say

Tharja: yeah honestly, behind the sexualisation of her outfit and in everything happening outside of the game, I honestly quite like her, her personality is actually pretty fun and I like her supports

Flavia: YESSSS VERY AWESOME HELLO FLAVIA

Basilio: me when seitz

Emmeryn: sorry I suppose I just spoke her name

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

Gulps…, hellohi.. confession I’ve been daydreaming about angst recently and that cult leader Geto drabble u wrote only made me think about it even more… <///333 ignore that I’m a little bit obsessed with the mentally ill/traumatised reader + stsg trope but… can u really blame me ☹️ they would be so good and I think they would be the best comfort u could possible have :((

Ok but. more specifically reader with a rough childhood (a lil like sugu.. he def has some sort of daddy/mommy issues i will die on that hill) or some sort of abandonment/trust issues that has a habit of self sabotaging or intentionally distancing themselves. More specifically maybe grown up stsg where they’re a little more mature and have more of a grasp on how to help you better.. maybe reader has a nightmare or something, goes out for a smoke on the balcony etc etc.. sugu meets them out there n. They just have a good old fashioned talk like :( just being honest and vulnerable because it’s late and u just need a hug most of all :(( def ends with him carrying reader back to bed n playing with ur hair until you fall back asleep GODDDD KILL ME NOW ☹️☹️ moments of tenderness/vulnerability are my absolutely favourite thing in writing/shows/etc ESPECIALLY when it’s from characters that usually don’t display those sort of feelings because you just know it means there’s such a strong bond between them…. Can u hear my heart breaking

^^ either this one or reader with trust issues that’s a little cat-like personality wise (which I think fits so beautifully because stsg are the most wolf coded boys ever) who’s fully convinced they’re better off on their own, they don’t need friends or people to rely on. Until they meet stsg!!!!! Because suddenly there are two irritatingly charming losers following you around and worming their way into your heart and you just. Physically cannot bring yourself to deny them, even if it’s a little scary allowing people in. And god i think it would make them feel SO special once you started warming up to them. Allowing satoru to greet you with hugs or pinch ur cheeks… letting sugu baby you a little…… (distant screaming)

THIS HAS BEEN ANOTHER YAP SESSION BY ME ^_^ it’s literally so late at night rn I don’t know why these ideas always come to me just as I’m about to sleep ffs ☹️ N E WAYYYSSSS im looking forward to that satoru fic/drabble thing u were talking about :3 a mix of scared and excited ngl I feel like I gotta prepare myself incase it’s angsty….. but WHAT HAVE U BEEN UP TO?? It’s literally just been grey n windy where I am so I hope ur getting better weather where u are 😞😞 I HOPE U HAVE BEEN HAVING FUN N TAKING CARE OF YOURSELF!!

(Also irrelevant but I was just about to add a silly image to finish and I stumbled across this image of satoru and I’m laughing my ass of why is he so lanky?????? I could NOT be his friend I would just make fun of him for being built like a fucking STICKBUG 😭😭😭 LOOK AT THE RESEMBLANCE)

(Yes I made the second image myself what do you think of my artistic talent ^_^ ignore the flag)

HELLO HI MY DEAREST OLLIE i am gulping right with you ……… this made me so insane 😔😔

i’ve said it before n i’ll say it again . ariollie STAYS synced up i’m convinced we share a brain……. your scenarios always make me feel so ill (affectionate) and this scenario just means sm to me :((( they really would be the best!!! a reader like that would be treated so tenderly and with sm understanding…. especially since suguru and satoru had rough upbringings too!! (not canon for sugu maybe but i agree w you 100% ollie i literally can’t see his childhood being anything but messed up…. he def has both mommy and daddy issues i know my own kind 🙏🙏)

aaaaa just!!! yeah. reader isolating themselves when they feel down and overwhelmed and being taken care of so effortlessly… stsg just wouldn’t let you face your struggles alone. you’re a team!!! and yeah grown up stsg would for sure be the best at this. i think that as teens they won’t know exactly how to help/might be a little overwhelming….. but as adults they’re more mature and grounded and have a better understanding of your struggles and their own!!! goshhhhh the balcony scene 😔😔😔 ollie do you want my heart to shatter (also what if i told you that exact scenario has popped up in my head multiple times we’re so linked) suguru would just be so vulnerable and patient and caring :(((( our papa bear…. carries you to bed and lulls you to sleep. for sure makes you a warm cup of tea too… sighhh i need him i fear 💔💔

AND AND ANDDDD a catlike reader 😵‍💫😵‍💫 one of my personal favs. independent and a little distant….. used to being on their own……. very picky with who they allow close. it’s just PERFECT for stsg (WOLFCODED BOYS SO TRUEEE)… ollie the way you describe it all makes me feel ILLLL they really would feel so honoured 😭😭😭 cue satoru melting into a puddle when you finally wrap your arms around him….. suguru literally grinning like an idiot (he’s trying DESPERATELY not to but it’s impossible) when you shyly ask him for affection. yeahhhh their hearts would explode i think

ANOTHER BANGER YAP SESSION FROM OLLIEEE i look forward to them sm yknow!!! i can always trust you to have the tastiest stsg scenarios ready to go 🙏🙏🙏 i’m a lil late to this BUT i hope you had a cozy sleep my friend <3 AND WAHH i’m so glad you’re excited for bfb!satoru!!!! i’m gonna try to get it out by next weekend…… i promise not to make it angsty hehe it’s just a lil bittersweet!!! a tiny bit!!!! (depends on how you feel abt the unrequited love trope though 😭😭) IT’S GRAY N WINDY HERE TOO i’m hoping for more sunlight soon………. and i’m doing well hehe i’ve been playing a bunch of pj sekai + watching my favorite streamer play zero escape >:33 WHAT ABT UUU OLLIE what have you been up to?? good things i hope!!! pls remember to rest up and take care of yourself as well <333 it’s what stsg would’ve wanted!!!

(also PHDKDVDJDJYFU NOT THE SATORU SLANDER?????? 😭😭😭 LEAVE MY STICKBUG ALONE???????? i snorted so loud thank you for the free art it’s beautiful <333 i’m gna print it and hang it on my wall.)

[annbourbon]

Lady Chatterley's Lover... had me clutching my pearls lol not literally because I still need to create a necklace with the pearls I have, but you get it lol

Maybe it's because I'm not used to see an actual romance, like, fully depicted. And the fact that I know that there are so many books that could be added to this type of filmography makes it painful. We have been deprived of eroticism. Of romance and human connection for so long that it hurts to look at others being happy even if it's just a movie.

But let's go back to the movie, like he's so tender with her. And she's so full of life... yes, there's sex. There's politics, passion, jealousy...

There's romance, the couple actually talks. Their passion is bittersweet that will be consumed like a candle once the first ray of sun shines through the window. It won't last.

I need to say, as the romantic I am, I find the allure of such passion. The way he looks at her and treats her. The way he feels for her and she for him. It's truly marvellous. But what does she lives for? Fantasies?

As much pleasure as she's getting from this experience, she is still naive. She's still the horrified girl who looked at her husband and frowned upon when he suggested for her to have an affair. And such affair has done nothing to make her more mature at all. But the way he looks at her...

There's this tension between what society is expecting from you and your dreams. Between what we want and we can do. And this story, even if it's just a story... allows you for a moment to be happy, and sad. To have hope even if it's just for a second. I cried.

He hugs her, reads books to her, makes her feel happy. What's love if you cannot find tenderness in your lover arms?

I understand why it was causing such a polemic years ago. It's far easier to see porn than to open up you heart and be ready to love again, isn't it? I'll let you guys to watch it and decide upon it.

BTW! There's a book. Which I'm adding to my ginormous reading list lol but oh~ I love this story already.