#i mean it was bound to happen wasnt it

[purplehoodie09]

Picture me sitting there after i watched the new Spiderverse just waiting for the Miguel O'hara x Peter B Parker to kick in

[introspectivememories]

sorry but do you ever think about the fact that the bernard we have today is a direct amalgamation of everything that happened in his past and i know that sound like such an obvious statement to say but it actually kills me to know that you can draw a direct line from who he is today all the way back to that sixteen year old boy who watched his best friend bleed out. like it is the defining moment in his life. it fundamentally shaped who he is and the person he's become. he is the bernard we know and love not despite the grieves shooting but because of it. because the gangs all got together and shot up his school. because tim walked out of that room with nothing but a baseball bat. because his darla got shot. because he watched her gasp and cry as she died. because he watched the blood coagulate around the wound. because he sat there and held her hand as her life drained out of her. because he walked into school that day with a joke he knew would make her laugh and her nose would scrunch up and she'd snort a little and tim would roll his eyes at him and call him ridiculous and instead he walked out with a bloody white shirt, blood under his fingernails, and two friends less. because, even now, almost half a decade out from the shooting, he thinks that if he closes his eyes, he will always be that stupid, scared little sixteen year old, holding the cooling body of dead best friend.

[joelletwo]

[The Final sugi dying kitten betrayal -> utsuro-gin fight -> sakura boat imagination -> completely tonally consistent with these ginpachi-sensei closer]

now listen. u know i would rather die than post five nearly-uninterrupted minutes of a fight scene. so take that into consideration.

[broke-on-books]

Reading I Crawl Through It by A. S. King THIS WEEK OUT OF ALL THE WEEKS like...

Omg standardized testing? That's my next two weeks fr! (The past 2 weeks have been prep)

Random drills and alarms? We had one of those earlier today!

Bomb Threats? That reminds me of the shooting threat we had last week!

Naked guy hiding in a bush selling craft projects to teenagers? Okay actually I've got nothing there

Anyways haha I very much would love an invisible helicopter right now... 🤞(even if it would only be visible on Tuesdays)

[imagine-shenanigans]

Ugh I neeeeeed more of that ghost fic where he basically assigns himself as your boyfriend after defending you from a creep 😭😭 he’s so yuck but also where my men at

great news i started writing it as a oneshot but in the meantime heres some extra ideas to tide you over that im not sure if theyre going in the fic or not

Ghost doesnt end up touching you sexually at first, its all just grounding to him. Almost reverent, at times, when you wake up to him in your bed and he wasnt there before, fingertips running along your skin, eyes half lidded. Like something he never thought he could have. Presses his face to the crook of your neck and breathes. Its so soft and... well, tender, that you almost forget he broke in again. (Almost.)

calling the cops on him does absolutely nothing. every complaint is wiped from the database, any time you try and report him to a commanding officer... nothing. He's a fucking ghost, what did you expect? To invite him in and be done wirh him when he gets scary? No sweetheart, you take the whole of him whether you like it or not. (And you will like it, he will make sure of it.) The first time you call the cops and go to a hotel room, he flips you onto your stomach and spanks you raw, makes you cockwarm him with your mouth for an hour at least while he tells you exactly what you did wrong. Slips a remote control vibrator in you and then a chastity belt and sends you on your merry way back home when he's done. Sets the vibrator off at random times during the night

The first time you complain to Price, the captain just raises an eyebrow, and sighs. Tells you that he's not going to get involved in anyone's marriage, and you blink at him, dumbly, until Ghost walks in. When Price repeats himself, this time to Ghost, Simon huffs and takes you home. He spanks your pussy hard between edges, but eats you out reverently for the rest of the night, rutting his hips into the mattress as you sob and writhe against where your wrists are bound behind your back. When you're all wrung out he slips a ring on your finger and warns you not to take it off.

Simon pulls you into his lap while watching movies, running his hand along your sides soothingly. He doesn't watch horror movies, or slashers, surprisingly enough. He won't entertain the idea of anything even remotely scary and flicks it off with a displeased hum, turning it to cartoons when you try and put on Scream (half to make a point, half for the joke) and pulls you down onto hsi chest so youre cuddling.

This Simon hates to see you cry, hates discomfort, hates anything negative (but understands ehen it happens). You're his girl, and hes your man, and so that means you should be happy. He wants to treat you right, even as he chips your phone so he can find it anywhere. Can find YOU anywhere. Won't take no for an answer. He does whatever he pleases, because you're his. And you do whatever you please because he's YOURS. Gets rock fucking hard if you push him down and ride his face or his cock, hell if you lay next to him, and press his fingers to your clit he'll take care of you for hours until you stop.

You punish HIM once, just to see if you can, and are astonished when Simon lets you mark him up with hickies because he was out too late drinking. He lets you edge him for an hour, and takes it because youre his wife and he knows he fucked up. (Only lets you do this when he feels like it though. When he decides you're right. Or thinks its fun.)

Also gets rock hard when you're jealous - even if you try not to be. to remjnd yourself that hes invented a relationship in his head, that hes a creep, etc... he just presses you into the mattress and coos softly at you, his thick cock pumping in and out of you as tears bead in your eyes. Tells you how precious you are, and fucks the jealousy out of you for hours if need be. Then he holds you close, making you cockwarm him. He presses soft kisses to your head and runs his hands over your skin. Lets you drool on his chest and snore and shuffle around in your sleep. Chuckles when you snuggle into him

[pinkpossession]

i've tried everything you can possibly think of affirming, visualizing, 5x55 method, etc. if you say a certain method/challenge i've probably heard of it or done it myself. through all of this experience and trial one thing that had given me success is having faith in my imagination. when people hear the word "faith" they get really put off. when i say faith i dont mean neccessarily having belief that you already have something but, to lean on something as a means of support. for example, i've never really believed in having any of my desires any time i successfuly manifested. whenever i manifested i never forced myself to think or believe anything, when bad things happened in the 3D i acknoledged them for what they were. i let myself doubt, i let myself think negative thoughts, i let myself feel bad. however, i seperated my 3D feelings and thoughts from my thoughts and feelings about my manifestations. if the 3D was bound to change anyway and wasnt even the true reality then why would my thoughts or feelings about it matter?? when i just wanted to feel good i imagined what i wanted, those were the thoughts thst mattered, those were my true reality. I was able to lean on my imagination because i knew that eventually the 3D would confirm to it even if it looked unlikely. this faith in my imagination has allowed me to manifest time and time again no matter what method or if i physically believed i had something. if all else fails have faith in your imagination.

[lady-dragon-rider]

The Bloody Raven and the Mad Witch. Pt.1

Davos/Benjicot Blackwood x Reader

When a trail ride goes wrong Reader finds that they have stumbled into the worst world possible. The universe of ASoIaF.

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The young Raventree heir stumbles upon a crazy lady in the heart of their godswood while out on patrol.

Cotains: Bookworm!Reader, Realm travel/Isekai (outlander style), 'witchy' powers, cannon divergence, superstitious men.

Featuring: protective birb friends (ravens become fond of Reader), theatre kid!Reader

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You dont remember how you ended up in this situation. How a simple trail ride, on a horse who youve had since childhood and has never once dropped you, go so wrong?

It was a trail you had taken thousands of times before, just outside your grandparents farm. Both of you knew it like the back of your hand. And even though it had rained a little the night before you were more than confidence in you and Roach - your horse. "Itll be fine grandma, thr rain wasnt that heavy and its more than dry now" you assured the older lady, gripping her hands tightly in comfort "ill be back before you know it."

But that was before your dear equine friend unknowingly stepped on loose earth, soft from the previous wet weather. Roach had stumbled, and paniced a little, but had ultimately recovered from the incident. You however, werent quick enough. You barely miss the reigns as you fall in what feels like slow motion.

You tumble down the slope, rocks and branches snagging themselves on your clothes and skin. Bright light bursts behind your eyelids as make heavy contact with a tree which knocks the wind out of you. When you finally stop rolling, huff out heaved gasps and mentally take stock.

No broken bones... at least, that i can tell... but everything seriously hurts.... im just gonna lay here for a bit...

"Oi... is that a girl?" You hear shifting and shuffling from out in the darkness where you lay.

Crap.

The shuffling gets closer and you can hear the voice of three, maybe four boys. "Yeah thats definitely a girl! She seems badly injured, quickly, check if shes alive!" One of the boys, you assume their leader, command. A hurried pair of steps approaches you. You bite back a groan as he turns you over, keeping your eyes closed as you stayed as limp and still as possible.

Fingers feel around your throat for a pulse. Which, given that you are very much still alove and breathing, the young man finds almost instantly.

"She's Alive Benji! What do you want to do? Wont we get in trouble if we tried to bring her back to Raventree?"

Wait.... Benji? Raventree?... Oh no... that would mean im in the universe of a song of ice and fire! Crap thats not good, but its fine youve read the books you know what will happen... maybe we can can use this to our advantage.. you think. A thousand different options running through you head.

"Well we cant leave her here either. Not only is it getting dark, she was found in our godswood and needs to be sharply questioned as to who she is." Benji says in a cool tone, getting onto his horse. "She will ride with me. To ensure no funny business, now lets go"

The guy beside you nods and lifts you up, causing pain to shoot through your aching limbs. You hiss and groan as you are jostled and manhandled unto Benjicots mount; a beautiful dark brown horse. Try as you might to move your body does not seem to listen. Leaving you in the arms of your Blackwood captor. "Behave miss, and i promise no harm shall come to you."

You mumble incoherently as pain and fatigue take your muscles into the world of dreams.

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The next time you wake up is upon your arrival at Raventree. You dont remember much of the ride, but the ache in your muscle's has certainly lessened. You're eased off the horse and then immediately bound and lead to where you assume the main hall area is.

"You dont have to be so rough you know, its not like i can fight or anything..." you grumble loudly, gaining the stink-eye from a couple of the surrounding men. The double doors open and before you is a lavish grand hall, two long tables line the east and west wall and an even grander one stands at the head of the room. At the head table several older men are sat, grim looks dorne their faces. You are able to take in much else as your roughly shoved before them, tripping and just barely managing to catch yourself. You turn and glare at the one who did it, and he seemingly flinches under your white hot gaze.

"Benjicot. What is the meaning on this? Who is this girl and why is she here? And in a state like this no less, i sincerely hope this wasnt any of your doing" a bearded man murmurs, a scolding tone on his lips

"Of course not Uncle. The boy and i were pratolling near the godwood when we heard some shuffling in the undergrowth followed by some sort of light. We thought it may have been some Brackens trying to hurt the godswood but discovered her instead" He explains as he motions to you "it looked like she had attacked or something and thought it would be best to bring her here for questioning."

Another man, more closely resembling benjicot give you an appraising look "Step forward girl. Let me look at you"

"A please would be nice" you hiss as you do as your told. Stepping forward and giving a slow spin to give him a full look. "I can assure you. I am no Bracken. I am a nobody."

"Then what were you doing in our woods?"

You straighten at the tension that fills the room with that single sentence. You cant very well tell them the truth, they would think you crazy and cut your head off or something. So, in times of crisis you know to do one thing; improvise. "Collecting herbs, but you son was right, i was attacked. I ended up dropping my things in my haste to get away and ended up in your... 'godswood'" you say feigning innocence.

"My lords, may i remind you that witches and other such characters would be the only one lurking around the woods at night." A greying man says knowingly "we should turn this wench away lest we call ill omens upon our house"

"I would advise against that my lords" you counter quickly "that may have the opposite affect. And while im not in the habit of curse the family that has helped me, that may be the case if you turn me away after your dear son has travelled all this way to see my wounds are tended to"

"Is that a threat witch?!" The elderly man shouts now standing and slaming his hand on the table "i will have your head"

"The opposite my lords." You snap "i only wish to be of use to the young lord who helped me. And if i my be emboldened to ask you a few questions, it would appear that the fright from me attack has rendered me a little dazed." You bat your eyelashes and the faces of whom you recognise as Benjicot's father and uncle seem to soften.

"What would you wish to know child" Samwell asked calmly

"There isnt a subtle way to say this.... but isthe king dead yet?" You say. Commotion erupts almost immediately.

"How dare you!-"

"To spew such treason!"

"Take her head she is cursing the king!"

"SLIENCE!" Samwell shouted "Girl. Explain. NOW"

"Fire licks that heels of familys green and black, and soon the drums a war will beat a tune that makes the dragons dance." You say vaugely "to put simply, everything will change and your family and all you love will burn. I wish to prevent that, to honor the service your son has brought upon me" you glance at benjicot.

A beat of silence before Samwell answers "Yes, he still lives as i am aware. But his health has declined in recent months..." he says grimly.

A relieved smile comes across your face.

"Good...that means i may be able to stop this.... if youll excuse me" you say, before you bolt out of the room.

You do your best to pay no mind to the men clamour as they begin to chase after you.

Now where is it....

Frantic, you search for your prey - the weirdwood tree. "Come on.... come onnn... There!" At breakneck speed you rush to the tree placing your hands on it you rant quietly. "Please. You know im not from here, you brought me here for a reason please let it be this. Use me as your vessel, i am an empty cup with no ties to this world. Let me protect the young dragons and keep the peace and balance. Please if youre real and can hear me... please dont make me look stupid for doing this before i die."

"There! Stop her!"

Panic and fear grip you as you desperately plea for something to happen. Suddenly, a strange powerful surge of energy course through your veins making the hairs on the back of neck stand up. You then find yourself in darkness.

Several scenes wisk past you, Rhaenyra at Dragonstone; alone at the painted table on the verge of falling asleep. Helaena by the windowsill of the childrens quarters at kings landing; embroidering and looking somber. Aegon in his bedchambers drinking to drown another day away. And little prince luke, tossing and turning in a fevered sweat.

Your mind wanders to Aegon, how he doesnt want to be king, and how this night will be the last he has before it all goes to shit. Youre then in the room with him. It startles him, having a random woman appear before him his half empty cup hits the floor as he stands "wha- who are you?! How did you get in here?!"

"Sshhhh my prince please, im at your mercy! Im only hear as a messager. I need you to listen my beloved prince" you plead, surging forward and and taking his hands gently in yours "something terrible will happen this night. Your father will succumb to his sickness and pass away in his sleep."

"What...? He will..." the revelation seems to knock the wind out of his sails and he sits back down. His hands tremble as they grab back at yours "how do you know? Why are you telling me this?" His voice breaks

"Because. I know you, and know you do not wish to be king. Your mother will have you crowned in the next coming days after his passing, claiming that he whispered your name before he passed. But it is a lie, she misheard him as he lay dreaming within his sleep." You say fudging the truth just a little "if you truly have no wish for the throne. Take your children. Take your wife, and fly swiftly to your sister at dragonstone and bend the knee. She would never harm you, you are her blood."

"But my mother said-"

"She is a mother and will always worrt about her childrens well-being. But she has been manipulated by people who wish to year your family apart. I promise i will explain everything when we meet. There is not enough time to explain it here" you reason, moving your hand to place it on this his cheek. He leans into your touch before you stand and back away. "Go swiftly my sweet prince"

"Please tell me your name!" He cries

"(Name)"

The scene changes and you stand before Helaena, who unlike Aegon is not surpirsed by your presence. "Aegon is coming to collect you. I can assume you know why?"

"Hand turns loom; spool of green spool of black, dragon of flesh weave dragons of thread" she says knowingly. You nod.

"I wish to save you from the fallout of what may happen. You will be happier not being queen." She acknowledges you with a slight smile. "Dear Helaena, prepare the children. We shall meet soon."

By the third change you begin to get the hang of the power, gliding with the flow of power rather than forcing it. A hand on the black queens shoulder startles her awake. But you silence her.

"Something terrible will happen this night my queen, your father will pass tonight due to his illness and in his wife Alicent will try and crown Aegon as king."

"What?!" She says standing and stumbling as the chair hits the floor. Her breathing become panicked as she stares at you with wild eyes "who are you, how are you here and why are you telling me this?!" She stresses anger flaring her nostrils "tell me now!"

"I am but a servant of your my queen. Here to warn. To help. I wish to see you take your rightful place. I have taken steps to bring Aegon and Helaena to you along with their children. They will swear to you and help protect your claim" you soothe, falling to your knees and staring at her. "Aegon does not wish to be king. He will be here on the morrow i swear it."

"And if he is not?" She asks, calm be very clearly skeptical

"Then my name is (Name) and i am at Raventree Hall. You can come collect my head for this slander, and i shall expect the punishment with gladness." You say with confidence "and one more thing, if Aegon does not make it and does become king. Ravens are safer than Dragons. And a mother should always protect her brood. For children alway suffer the worst in war."

This time when the scene changes, you are back in darkness. It begins to morph into a dream, and into a scene you are all to familiar with; the night Aemond lost his eye.

Oh Luke... you must feel terrible about it....

A whimper seems to cut through the screaming and the blood. You walk through the dreamscape, the people swirling and rippling like water as you pass them. You come to Luke, curled into a corner and holding his knees.

"He attacked Baela and Rhaena, he was gonna hurt Jace... i didnt have a choice.... im sorry i didnt want to hurt anyone..." he says softly

"My dear little prince" you say sweetly, crouching next to him.

"Wha-"

"You are in control of this dream. If this is something you do not wish to see. Then there is only one thing to do, simply change it." You grab his hand and get him to stand. "What do you want this dream to be hmm?"

The young prince concentrates and the the room dissolves. It reforms and you see two young boys and sitting on chairs and a man, Laenor, tells them stories while he was at sea. Luke seems to brighten and relax. He looks at you with awe and wonder "who are you?"

"A friend." You smile "however my young prince i do wish to warn you, moreover advise you, a storm may be approaching. And if your tasked with flying your dragon into it, feel no shame if you wish to turn tail and run. Green is an ugly colour of jealousy and envy. Such monsters are the most dangerous when provoked."

"What do you mean?"

"If your mum sends you to storms end my dear princeling.... and if vhagar is there... i wish for you to return. And i can assure you your mother will not be mad." You ruffle his head and stand straight. "But enough of omens and ill tidings. Sleep is for good dreams. Be well, and we shall meet soon"

--- Meanwhile at Raventree ---

"Stop her!"

Gaurds rushed to the sacred weirwood tree, ready to strike and kill the witch that had dared spew foul lies and lay defiled hands on their precious totem. But before they could get close a wild wind all by blew them back.

The leaves rustled beneath their feet as it whipped around the base of the tree and around the girl, who was now laying prone; eyes a milky eyes.

"What is she doing?! She must be casting a spell of some kind! Kill her now before she uses her power to destory the tree!" Someone shouts.

A brave or maybe stupid knight take the plunge. Cautious in his approach, unsure if this helpless form was just a ruse. He raises his sword to strike. But a flurry of feathers beats him to the punch. Several of the ravens, who at this point had remained still, had swooped to attack him. The surprise sends him sprawling to the ground, sword forgotten. Another select few gently perch themselves around and on her, feathers puffed up in threatening gestures as they caw angrily.

"Father... ive never seen them act like this... what is happening?" Benjicot mumbles concern etched into his tone, however his gaze did not move from the scene to see his fathers reaction.

"Maybe this is a sign of new beginnings, maybe this apparant 'witch' you have found my dear boy will be of some help after all..."

"I dont know what this means.... but she must somehow be connected to the old gods, to have had such a reaction touching our tree... especially in the state that it is in..." wonder and curiosity filled him. Ever since the great tree had been poisoned by the cursed Brackens, it had filled the hall with a somber air whenever the Blackwood house would look upon it.

"Father...?"

"Until she awakens none are to disturb her ritual, this is no spell, but a clear sign that the gods put faith in her, that she may heal our tree and our connection to them" Samwell adresses the crowd.

"But my lord, how do you know?" A vassal questions.

"Our tree was poisoned by the Brackens. No leaves have grown on it is years and it has begun to rot. And yet it has drawn her to it, not only this but the ravens sense this connection. They are protecting her. Against us. How can that not be a sign that she is meant to be here. Connected to this tree." He say sternly.

The courtyard falls into silence as they stare at the ravens, cawing protectively over there new friend. A few begin preening the leaves out of her hair. They coo softly.

"When she awakens she will be taken to a guest room and will be provided for. She will also be questioned about what she has seen. Pray to the gods that she is will bless us with good news."

The crowd begins to dispurse but Benji seems to linger. Why had he been so adamant in bringing her here? They still did not know her name or house or why she had been in the godswood in the first place.

Just who was this mad witch?

[kwaanie]

"the taste of a kiss"

bff!yang jungwon x fem!bff!reader

wc: 900, fluff & tiny tiny angst, just idiots inlove but theyre too much of an idiot to realize, not proofread

your friendship with jungwon has crossed several lines over the years. i mean youve been friends since you both were in diapers — it was bound to happen, right?

many people have told you before that this wasnt normal ; friends dont pay so much attention to the other ones laugh, friends dont ditch their dates in favor of hanging out with one another, friends dont get jealous of the other hanging out with someone else

and friends especially dont ask to kiss their friends on the lips

"im sorry, what?"

the stunned face jungwon wore brought heat to your cheeks, making you not want to repeat the words youve suddenly uttered. ".. can you kiss me?"

you didnt think it was an unusual request! — after all you had a totally valid reason

"its just so i dont embarrass myself with my future significant other, thats all!" right, totally a valid and very true reason

it isnt like youre trying to find an excuse to kiss your best friend.. totally not

"mhm, yeah no." he concluded, going back to phone while successfully hiding the way his cheeks were turning cherry red

with a small huff, you sat by his side at the couch — practically melting into his side as you clung to his arm like a koala. "wonnie-ah, please? with a cherry on top?"

"you dont need to know how to kiss because you wont be with anyone anytime soon" he replied half-heartedly, trying to cover up the shakiness of his voice

jungwon has practiced the art of deceiving with how its become second nature for him to lie over his true intentions ; like he doesnt want to kiss you, be with you

"okay, rude! didnt need to call me out like that" the banter brought a small chuckle from jungwons lips — slightly easing the tension that has built since the beginning of this conversation

"just indulge me for today, will you? pretty please?" you gave your best puppy eyes. jungwon scoffed as he shook his head lightheartedly, "when have i never indulged you?"

you rolled your eyes with a small smile. "alright you got me! whats adding another favor to the list"

the room went quiet as you watched jungwon ponder over your request — youve never seen him this serious before. sweat was slowly building up at your nape, the hands clutching the sleeves of his sweatshirt suddenly becoming too clammy for your liking.

"i-if you really dont wa-"

"fine, ill do it."

honestly, you really werent expecting him to agree to this at all. "uhh- are you sure? won-ah i was just joking around! .. kind of! you dont have to-"

"but i want to" he replied without a thought. jungwon seemed to realize how eager he mustve sounded and his confidence disappeared in a snap — immediately reverting back to his previous nervous demeanor

too busy keeping his composure, jungwon failed to notice the way the four simple words affected you — your lips have parted from surprise and your heart suddenly skipped a beat

you were brought out of your daze when jungwon held his finger in front of you. "you owe me for this, by the way" the furrow of his brow pulled a small laugh from you as you nodded your head. he seemed satisfied with your response

"so how do we go about thi- oh!" jungwons hands found purchase around your waist as he pulled you even closer to him than before, your hands landing on his shoulders — seeking for something to hold onto

from this view — you could see every little imperfections of his that you adored ; the subtle glow of his skin, and the tinted lips of his youve always daydreamed about — whether or not it was as plump and soft as it looked

today — youll finally find out

jungwon caught your wandering gaze unbeknownst to you. feeling encouraged, one of his hands cupped your cheek as he brought you impossibly closer — tilting your head up to meet his eyes

suddenly, everything felt like it was on slow notion. jungwons hand slowly slid to the back of you head as he leaned further into your space. you can feel his breath lightly grazing your skin — your noses barely an inch away

jungwons hooded eyes were drawn to the plush of your lips, his tongue poking out to wet his own. the simple act was all it took for you to move first to connect yourself together

the feeling of his lips on your own felt surreal. it felt like two puzzle pieces finally becoming one. it was slow, soft, and utterly perfect. like your lips were moulded for one another

it felt like hours before you pulled away. a giggle erupted from you when jungwon followed, already missing your touch — like a moth drawn to a flame. both of you were cherry red after the realization actually hit

youve just kissed your best friend. on the lips. for real

uncertainty filled the room at the question of what now? how will this affect your friendship?

you cleared your throat and uttered the words that broke jungwons heart. he thought maybe he had a chance now — you seemed to have both liked the kiss so maybe- just maybe he ...

"this is just practice? right won-ah? it wont change anything between us"

maybe he didnt have a chance afterall

© kwaanie — reposting/editing/copying is strictly prohibited !

[gomzdrawfr]

cod mw3 spoilers ahead

cw: angst, MCD

edited: it did happen haha......

there was no goodbye there were no screams whispers of our name ceased no more "Simon" no more "Johnny" just an absence, sudden, abrupt, loud─── I always knew that time was ticking the inevitable was bound to happen One way or another and yet here I sit among the blanket of of your life seeping and coating what's left of me to savour and to embrace the last ounce of warmth from you I hear and feel the shards of glass broken, scattered and strewn inside me Pieces once made me whole Now only serve to break me more

rambles:

You know...it just watching that scene broke me...because the way Ghost called out to Johnny.

I know a lot of folks complained that it was rush and there were no build-up and cinematic scenes (as per the leaks) but the panic from Ghost's voice was palpable.

It was weak, and almost like a plea.

When he went and turn Soap's head....and to press his hand on the neck to see if he was truly gone or not.

AND here's the thing, it all happened so fast.

there was no time to accept and to really take in what happened.

They had bombs to diffuse, people to kill, Makarov to kill.

and hence the theme, "out of time"

and also hence why Johnny’s body wasnt drawn clearly

there was no time to accept his death, not until his ashes were scattered away

Yes, I know that they're soldiers, special forces soldiers and they were meant to act appropriately bUT LISTEN- GhostSoap's relationship mean so much to me...they literally are the reason my blog was born in the first place so LET ME GO DELULU

I didn't really cry and break down until they spread his ashes....god fucking damn im in so much pain

to think that the world is unaware, that the brightest soul is now gone

a home now gone.

As much as I am focusing on Ghost....i think the team will suffer tremendously as well cause think about it

Soap is their glue, the one who makes the tension lighter, the one who cracks jokes and raise their spirit

I think Price will be the next to be greatly affected by this, because back then he held Soap back when Soap wanted to shoot Makarov in the airport

It will be a grave mistake that he will carry for the rest of his life, he'll probably blame it all on himself.

He'll end up alone again.

oop might do a separate post for Price angst if i can survive.

[saintetheldreda]

one of the most fascinating things to me about supernatural is how the mistake that the show is remembered for and hammered for the most is how it handled destiel. which sounds like just one element of the show. i mean, the main plotline isnt about that, the show isnt about that. but no fan will tell you youre disproportionately upset when youre inconsolable about november 5th. and its because in a way it wasnt just an element of the show it was kind of the whole show. so many of the most famous moments of the show are the comedic ones, and the moments of self-parody, and the episodes that dont take themselves very seriously, that conjure new rules out of thin air so that they can make something totally awesome happen. and its like, actually, maybe this show was an average horror show and a camp masterpiece

i mean im being a bit hyperbolic in my phrasing there but im trying to make a point. take dean for instance. so few fans admire how strong and brave dean is in comparison to how many of us are in love with him for being an utterly failed attempt at masculinity, for trying so hard to be cool and always coming off awkward, i mean the show itself saw the most value in rock as something that is self-aware about how stupid it is - sam and dean singing badly to wanted dead or alive, dean blasting rock of ages to go into battle with two people who just think its so lame - and these are moments of unseriousness that are also SO serious, they are desperately needed sources of strength in these moments

and you start to feel like the masculinity that is supposedly bound to heterosexuality is just another idea that is so much stronger, more helpful, more useful and more meaningful when it is self-aware about the fact it is performance. dean can be masculine but there should be no rules about how he does that. it does not have to be defined by a boundary, with an other - men are allowed to do this, women are allowed to do that - it can contain its paradoxes within itself. without a boundary

and i guess in conclusion my point tl;dr is that the show was always being most true to itself when it loosened up and let itself be a space for experimentation and weirdness and performativity. and every time it pushed away the liberated, camp elements it was a little like dean not confessing back to cas. it affected the very direction of the show and steered it a little further away from the heart of where it should have been pointed to

[sucker4sixx]

Sün and möon

Writers note: i know mötley crüe were off drugs at this time but no one pulls someone aside for abit of whiskey

Plot: vince and nikki have an intense little one on one

Warnings: degradation, shaming, threats, oral, smut

Something between vince and nikki changed, the band noticed it, the fans noticed it, the road crew noticed it and so did they.

Nikki and vince were never close, never over at eachothers house or the type to call eachother when they were having a rough night but something sparked when the generation swine tour started. On stage vince felt the need to follow nikki around and mess with him, pulling and tugging on his black hair while the bassist stared straight into his eyes with a ‘fuck me’ look that made the singer feel feelings he wasnt quite ready to talk about.

Nikki started to get exited for the shows, wanting to be messed with, chasing vince around the stage to bring it to that one moment where the singers hands would tug on his hair and he would lean in close, close enough to kiss but thats something that would never happen.. they thought.

One night after a particularly handsy show nikki cant seem to stay away from vince, they sit having drinks and nikki has to be next to him, watching him as he spoke about himself like he was a prince. He always hated his confident princess like behaviour but something about it was intoxicating tonight. “Hey i got some blow.. do you want some?” Nikki whispers into vinces ear, trying his hardest not to bite the lobe, vince grins wide, dragging nikki to the small bathroom. “Well? Cmon then” he says like a child as nikki sets out lines, vince tries to get in first but nikki pulls him back by his hair like he does to nikki while preforming “patience.” He says sternly, breaking into a wolfish grin before taking the first couple of lines, vince blushes red and tries to cover it up by shoving his face in the new lines nikki set out.

Nikki sets up more lines for vince on the bathroom sink, taking the opportunity to stand behind him and push his hips against vinces back side “hey knock it off! What are you doing ?!” Vince jumps but doesnt move away “nothing? What are you talking about?” Nikki grins as he pushes his clothed erection harder against vinces butt. The singer gasps and looks down, noticing his own cock starting to grow “h-hey.. its not fair, stop turning me gay!” Vince breathes shakily, gripping the sink “im not turning you gay silly.. we are all alittle bit gay, its just wether your a pussy or not” nikki grins, leaning over the singer and looking at his face in the mirror infront of them. “I-im not a pussy.” Vince insists, feeling nikkis hips smack against his butt once more, making him whine. “Whiney bitch..” nikki growls into his ear “you want my cock?” Vince whimpers again at the words, does he want cock? Is he really ready?

“Y-yes.. yes i do” nikki grins and starts grinding on his ass “good boy.. good boy..” “but.. ill only suck i dont wanna get pegged, i wont be able to walk tomorrow” “fair point, so.. you wanna suck my cock?” His grin turns wide and sexy as he imagines vince sucking on his cock like a chick.

Vince drops to his knees obediently “you know.. youve been a real brat this tour.. constantly tugging my hair and grabbing me, this was bound to happen” nikki grinned as vince looked up at him with doe eyes “you wanted my attention so bad well.. here, you got it.. sitting on a dirty bathroom floor so you can suck my cock i mean.. what a slut you are” nikki shook his head, vinces cheeks flushed red in shame, waiting for nikki to show him his cock. “Id make you beg but youve been begging the whole time.. waiting for me” nikki unzips his leather pants, his cock falling out instantly due to having on no boxers so the fans could see his bulge. His large, thick cock dangles above vinces face and the singer goes red, his eyes focusing on the thick, pink tip that already slowly drips precum onto his lips. “Well?” Nikki says impatiently.

Vince nervously wraps his lips around nikkis tip, suckling on it like its a bottle, nikki laugh and bites his bottom lip “awee.. baby boy your so cute. But im not fucking around anymore, suck me like a man” his voice suddenly goes stern, vince taking more of him instantly, sucking faster. Its clear to nikki hes done this before as the singers tongue swirls around his thick shaft. “Youve done this before havent you? Who was it..” nikki moans and vince goes redder, pulling off “tommy” he mutters before taking nikki back into his needy mouth. “Tommy?! You mean.. you sucked tommys cock before mine?” Vince nods as he takes nikki deeper, gagging slightly but continuing, wet slurping noises and deep moans filling the small bathroom.

“Go on.. tell me when..” vince pulls off again “back when w-aughhm” nikki shoves his cock down his throat, grinning “well? Cant really hear you” vince pulls off “when-hmgh!” He whines in frustration, nikki shoving his cock back into the blonde haired mans mouth. He grips his hair tight and shoves his whole dick inside vinces mouth, he starts to struggle more, hitting his thighs “ah ah, calm.. suck it slut..” vince takes a breath and suffers through it, sucking nikki fast to keep up with his pace. “Hmm.. jesus, i wont last long baby” nikki moans, bucking his hips harshly against the singers face, precum spilling down his throat.

Nikki cums with no warning, vince whining and swallowing it all eagerly before getting pushed to the floor, nikkis boot standing on his chest gently, he zips up his leather pants as he looks down at the panting man beneath his boot. “Talk about this and ill destroy you.” Nikki warns, walking out the bathroom swiftly.

“There he is! Where have you been?” Nikki says casually as vince sits beside him red faced “oh.. just.. calling my wife”

@sourwolf-sterek32 🙈

[fischltao]

AFTER

pairing: tsukishima kei x gn! reader

summary: tsukishima worries about your future together

warnings: tsukishima and the reader are third years, angst, fluff, heavily inspired by horimiya, swearing, kind of crack? tsuki is baby

a/n: my latest fics have been getting a lot of feedback lately, thank you everyone for your kind words, hope you enjoy this one as well <3 wrote this while listening to be my angel by mazzy star

"just be my angel if you love me, be my angel in the night"

when you met tsukishima kei in your first year in karasuno high, you would've never expected the outcome of that fateful meeting. you had both been a classmate of his and a manager in his volleyball club so crossing paths was bound to be. soon after your first encounter, you fell in love with each other. a small crush that soon blossomed into a wonderful two year relationship.

and two years later, as your salty boyfriend sat across from you in a study date he failed to realize that for the past 30 minutes he hadn't read a single sentence in his textbook and, instead he had been spacing out and staring out the window. he had never thought about what it would've been like being apart from you, there had had never been an actual reason to think so after all. yet a comment by his older brother felt like a slap throwing him back to real life.

"you both are third years now! do you think you'll be together after graduation"

will we be together after graduation? will they want to be with me still? what is going to happen after graduation?

it had been bothering him for a while actually. of course he could've talked to you and the pair of you would communicate your way out of it. however it scared him to think about confronting you about it because what would happen if you still didn't want to be with him after graduation? would you be over right then and there?

he snapped out of his thoughts the moment you settled over his lap and squished his cheeks together, a habit you picked up during your time together whenever you noticed him spacing out. he always acted annoyed but truth is, he loved it. he loved everything about you.

"what's gotten you staring at your neighbors' fence like that? do you not like their new one?" you joked, moving your head to playfully bite at his neck as he kissed your forehead. you expected him to act like he was disgusted and pinch your leg or something but you were surprised when all he did was pull you closer and hug you tighter against his chest "baby whats wrong?"

"nothing's wrong idiot" he whispered tilting his head to rest at the curve where your neck meets your shoulder

"then why are you clinging on me like a koala, hm? not saying that i mind but you need to talk to me kei, i'm here for you" and he knew it. he knew that you loved him just as much as he loved you, which made it harder for him because even if you loved him now, would you grow apart after high school?

"will you still be here after we graduate?"

"in miyagi? yes babe I'll be attending college in sendai city, i thought we talked about this before, didn't we?"

"no idiot i know i mean-" pause "here"

"oh" he wasnt really sure if he liked your reaction. maybe he should've been more prepared before asking you because his nerves had been eating him alive, waiting for you to answer and god were you taking your sweet time"i guess it's time right?"

if he thought he was about to have a heart attack earlier, he definitely would now.

"time for what baby?"

"please make it quick kei"

"what the hell are you talking about"

"huh?" and it was then that he pushed his head off your shoulder to look at you, both of you staring at each other in confusion "oh you're not going to break up with me? ive thought about this a lot and i figured you wouldn't want to be with me after we graduate so i guessed you would just break up with me now"

he looked at you as if you just hit his mother's head with a cast iron pan.

"STOP STARING AT ME LIKE THAT IT SCARES ME"

what you didn't expect next was for him to burst out laughing. and now it was your turn to look at him like he hit your mother's head with a cast iron pan.

"you idiot" he exclaimed in between laughter "i thought you wanted to break up with me"

"be fucking for real"

"im serious"

"kei why would i not wanna be with you? i love you"

"i don't know, i thought that maybe you'd want to do other stuff after high school that wouldn't include me- well us. akiteru asked me if we'd still be together after graduation and i didn't know what to say, it kind of took me out" he said,now fully serious "but i dont care about graduating or anything i-i dont want to be apart from you you know? your stupid ass has grown on me"

"yeah i would hope so after two years" you deadpanned "you should've talked to me about it, i-i was thinking the same thing, guess we both worried over nothing, huh?" and with that you laid your haid on his shoulder once again, tracing shapes on his chest with your fingers of the hand that wasnt latched in his sweatshirt.

"y/n?"

"hm?"

"marry me in the future, will you?"

"i'd marry you in any life,kei"

the end.

[shinjisdone]

To Soften a Warrior’s Heart (Vinland Saga; Thorfinn; Part 4)

In which you have joined Askeladd’s band…and grow closer to the Son of Thors. Though it is more difficult than anyone can could ever imagine…

[Headcanons of how it would be like to meet and crawl your way into Thorfinn’s heart (based on season 1; both platonic and romantic)]

Part 1 is here - meeting Thorfinn at the age of 14 and how he is at that age

Part 2 is here - meeting Thorfinn at the age of 16/17 + headcanons of growing closer (slightly following s1 story)

Part 3 is here - blooming friendship with Thorfinn (slightly following s1 story)

Part 5.1 is here - sweet things Thorfinn would do for you (headcanons)

Part 5.2 is here - other seet things Thorfinn would do for you (headcanons)

Part 6 is here - Becoming Canute's guard while Thorfinn accepts your relationship and bond

Part 7 is here - Canute grieving over Ragnar and Thorkell catching up; Thorfinn leaves you alone for revenge

Part 8 is here - Thorfinn wins against Thorkell; Questioning your bond with Thorfinn

Part 9 is here - Meeting Leif and Thorfinn dueling Askeladd; Losing while Askeladd told him the truth of his constant losses

Part 10 is here - Thorfinn and you bound by heart; Promises of Vinland broken and abandoned

[Mentions of murder, death, war, slave trade, harrasment against women and whatever awful things happened in the viking era. Only mentioned and used as examples. Mostly gender-neutral examples but female-leaning ones are there, too.]

[This part will specifically mention: Attempted murder (at you), protective Thorfinn (slightly injured, you'll be okay though), and small headcanons of the aftermath (Thorfinn imagining what would happen if you did die).]

Anyone, Everyone I will Crush Them All...

Thorfinn felt even better in the morning. You were being so considerate to him after last night, at least in a way to not make it obvious to the other bandmates.

But Askeladd wasnt like the others...man got a brain inside that skull.

You stuck by Thorfinn, often glimpsed at him to check on his well-being, talked when something was directed at the both of you.

And if that change wasn't obvious enough, then sharing the same camp, food and pain certainly was. It was interesting to watch this flower bloom.

Anything that touched ones heart can be a drive and a weakness at the same time.

It was only a matter of time. The prince was within arm's reach, just behind the smoke of the wildfire and Thorkell's army.

Thorfinn is truly perfect. Stubborn and foolish, he follows every command as long as he can duel Askeladd in return. Without any hesitation, he buckles up on his horse, lets himself be soaked in water and storm blindly into the enemie's territory all alone. What a perfect tool.

And what a sweet, sweet and perfect opportunity this is.

Askeladd stands on a higher point at the outskirts to 'get a better look at things', he claims. The man stands behind you, tall with his hands on his hips as he watches Thorfinn, with the latter glaring at him in return.

Good.

One hand slides down to the hilt of his sword before raising it. Tilting it to the side, he aimed for your neck.

Thorfinn's eyes widened while you stayed ignorant of what's to come.

The horse brayed in pain as the blonde almost snapped the rein back, pulling towards him and steering it back. Watching Thorfinn's face twist into one of rage, you turned around to see Askeladd's blade coming down for your neck.

With a scream, you stumble as you are yanked back and Askeladd withdrew his sword before the young man could harm him. Thorfinn lets go of your collar as he stands between you and the man.

"What the hell is the meaning of this?!"

More questions are thrown but Askeladd stays unnervingly calm. He clicks his tongue and waves his finger down to the massacre below. Thorfinn should better hurry up.

Seething with his nosetrills flared up and teeth gritted, he snapped his eyes between him and the battle, back to back. Unintelligable grunts leave him and he grabbed your arm (or a fistful of your collar) and hoisted you up with him on his horse - desperately quickly, rough and without explanation.

Your weapon almost slipped out of your hand, feeling too distraught to really focus and the many battle cries around you didn't help.

In fact, you were no help at all. Thorfinn trampled down men that stood in his way and dragged you off it with him as he stood defensively in front of the prince and his soldiers. One hand tilted his dagger upward so he wouldn't scrape you as he once again yanked you behind him.

He is not going to leave you alone with...that senile, old bastard!

What the hell even was that?!

Trying to kill your own bandmate - no, you weren't part of these brutes, you were just following orders for your own benefit but never did you do anything that deserves to have your head chopped off! What was that supposed to be?! How is this of any help?!

He may have hauled you right into the battlefield, in the eye of the storm, in the smoke where out of all people, Thorkell is waiting...but you are safer here.

You are safer with him.

Thank goodness that for whatever reason Thorkell the Tall did not want to fight. His reasonings made no sense nor did you want to understand a monster like him as long as you did not need to battle him...you couldnt deny your relieve despite the stressful ordeal.

The prince seemed unharmed but Thorfinn couldn't care less. He was half-heartedly listening to the retainer and Askeladd (while biting bis tongue on what the hell he did right before the battle) as he kept on glancing to you - until the glances turned to straight up holding onto your shoulders as you were the one harmed. It may have happened due to Askeladd's trick or during the battle or maybe even Thorfinn himself inadvertently hurt you. It's hard to tell after the storm passed but your injury remained.

Thorfinn WILL say something. He would have no qualms about interrupting Askeladd's deal of protecting the prince right then and there or he might say something after that first. Maybe the both of you are on the boat at the back - like you usually are - but instead of talking or joking, you're clinging to your side. It isn't fatal but the fact that it happened through such circumstances is what's getting to the blonde.

"ASKELADD!!!" A ear-piercing scream made the prince and his soldiers jump while said person barely turned around. You're sitting, laying, enduring the pain at the back of the boat as Thorfinn was hunched by your side with his hands balled into fists, teeth gritting. The older man hasn't seen him so angry in years.

"What was the point of that?!" Thorfinn would yell out while Askeladd wouldn't even reply. A mere shoulder shrug or, if he feels like it, an excuse of 'You saw that wrong' or 'My hand slipped' would be all he'd get.

This would anger him more.

No, it's just not 'anger'. The pounding fear he felt when you were just about to be beheaded rooted itself in his heart and irrational fury was born from it. The blonde is confused and scared. Nothing that the leader did made any sense and...he was endangering you. The only thing clear in his mind is that this bastard tried to kill you!

Askeladd tried to kill you! The murderer of his father tried to kill you!

There was no turning back now. Even as empty-headed as the other men are, they notice the harsh shift in the boy's behavior and attempt to calm him down - some are at least, the other (still very oblivious) ones keep asking what the hell the kid's so getting worked up for. You're still alive and it isn't fatal. Give the wound a few days rest and it'll turn into a nice scar.

It's even more troublesome when the band doesn't even know why he's so upset. Due to the smoke and their high trust in Askeladd's leadership, none would think he would ever attempt to kill one of his bandmates (hee hee, if only they knew).

'C'mon, lad, don't be like that', 'You're making a ruckus, we just got the prince', they'd say and if any of them dared to approach with open palms, Thorfinn would be quick to draw out his dagger and throw it at the closest one.

"Don't you dare go near them!"

The men grow uneasy but decide to let you two be. Askeladd hides his little smirk while the prince is wondering what he got into and if it was really worth it.

Thorfinn is too distraught, too furious and too emotional to notice his care for you but his actions made it crystal-clear to everyone. None of the danish soldiers thought that vikings would care so much for each other, especially such young ones.

Not like he can afford to ponder about that now. You're hurt and he needs to patch you up somehow - which he does, poorly so as it is evident from his own scarred body. He isn't quite good at taking care of himself, let alone someone else (he realizes he needs to learn it).

Would let none and I mean, none go near you to tend to you. Thorfinn is just decent at taking care of wounds, only enough to not die from them. Even if it were someone as honest as Björn or a danish doctor on board with the prince, he wouldn't let them. Not after that stunt from Askeladd. Thorfinn's distrust blossomed anew.

No. He will take care of you himself.

During the trip the blonde is hostile if he has to interact with anyone. His entire attention is on you even after he patched up, even if you told him you're fine.

Thorfinn can try as he may but if he were to deny his overprotectiveness of you, no one would believe him. Though, he is being too irrational at the moment that no one wants to talk to him anyway, including you.

If you are distraught yourself, the both of you are quiet but close with Thorfinn keeping his eye on you. He'd do the same if you were angry yourself.

If there is just a hint of sadness or even a tear leaking from your eye (but not falling. You swiftly wipe it off, you can't afford to cry here among vikings. Either it's only going to make you feel worse or you will lose all respect and reputation of the band), Thorfinn would absolutely be pissed. He isn't even thinking of shushing you for crying but instead his anger at Askeladd would only grow. It can't be described.

The son of Thors can't think straight. Everything was going fine until for some reason Askeladd, that bastard, that murderer, was...thinking of beheading you. Why? Why? What was the point of that?

It makes no sense. What's the point in killing someone like you? And the man just looked at him, leered at him with that damned smirk, toying with him, toying with you and now is just sitting there, having captured the prince and...!

He keeps on getting away with this.

First his father...now you.

No. No, he won't.

Thorfinn doesn't realize it. He won't ever admit it to himself because he isn't aware of it, but he doesn't want you to die. Thorfinn didn't want you to die.

Just the thought of it...which he would repress whenever he could, is just...awful. Imagining your body dismembered on the battlefield like the thousands of men he killed is an awful thought to have. That's all he knows.

The young man is hostile through and through. All of this happened in the span of a few hours and he is just expected to be over it?! To turn a blind eye because 'it didn't happen the way he thought' and that your injury isn't 'that bad. You probably were just careless'.

Oh, no. Fuck that.

The mercaneries were able to shake of Thorkell's army long enough to rest for a bit. Night came but that didn't mean they couldn't take their chances when it came to a monster like that. Let the prince rest and calm down and then keep on marching.

With you in tow Thorfinn made sure to stay far, far, far away from the other men, even preferring to sleep deep within a forest, as long as Askeladd can't spy on him with his ugly mug. He is too pissed off to really care about the other dangers lurking around.

Even if you started to feel better after the few hours, for the very first time, Thorfinn will insist on doing everything. He is going to get food, he is going to set up a fire, he is going to keep watch and you are going to rest.

Don't get it wrong though, he isn't saying it in a nice way. While he won't yell or grab you, he is going to sternly order you to stay right there and sleep. Don't even think of being of any help, the way that you are now, you won't be any, anyhow.

He's definitely going to literally look down at you and point his finger at you while saying this.

So, he does as he claimed. Food, warmth and protection are all brought and done by him as he sits close to you.

You're the only one wrapped up in a blanket as Thorfinn keeps watch and cleans his dagger.

You lay down, watching the fire crackle. Thorfinn is quiet.

If you are angry and aggravated yourself, it's best if you don't say anything or else you're going to sour Throfinn's mood more than it already is. In fact, it's better if the both of you stay quiet to digest the whole situation.

If you cry, again, do so silently. Thorfinn won't and can't make an attempt to comfort you. He doesn't know how to on one hand, but also refuses to try for he is too proud and angry to do anything.

However, that doesn't mean he won't notice or won't feel anything over your feelings right now. Having felt death almost brush you, no matter if it came from friend or foe must...feel awful. Your silent tears would let the anger inside him grow but also leave him with his heart falling to his stomach.

Nevertheless, you try to sleep. Laying on your good side, you fluttered your eyes closed, trying to ignore the cold. Though, you really couldn't complain right now. Your stomach is full, the fire was warm enough and you could rest without having to worry...

You glance back up to Thorfinn who was still cleaning his dagger. He seemed calmer than a few hours ago though you could tell that the anger was still bubbling inside of him...just not as strong.

"...Thank you, Thorfinn..." You mumble quietly and if he wasn't wrong, the blonde reckoned he heard a bit of an painful crack in your voice. He stops and looks at you.

Thinking back to the battlefield an slight cold shiver that ran down your back from the sensation of Askeladd's blade. Your face grimaced. Realization hit you that night.

"...You saved me..."

Thorfinn's eyes would widen as well.

It's true...he hadn't really thought what he was doing when charging back. Ignoring the mission.

The young man pouts slightly and doesn't know what to say, especially if you're looking at him with such big eyes. He'd look around as if he's searching for something even if he had no reason to. He simply doesnt want to look at you right now after you said that...

With a small wave of his hand, he brushes the comment, no, the statement off.

"Sleep while you still can. We'll be off before sunrise." He softly let out without sparing you a glance. You can add anything you like but Thorfinn would keep pestering you to rest so you better stop before you start annoying him.

Having no other choice you fall asleep. Thorfinn only looks back at you once he knows you're asleep and can't sense him staring at you. Something akin to a small frown on his face.

He lets a hand hover over your head, he doesn't know why. Once he cant find any proper reason, he lets it rest on the ground. Few men are noisy enough to even reach the deep woods but the blonde doesn't seem to hear them as he's staring at you.

Just as he promised, he kept watch until you all had to go.

The day went on unexpectantly alright.

You and Thorfinn would be at the end of the row, riding on horses the prince still had at his disposal. Only two were left, the other ones didn't survive Thorkell's men. So to test their remaining strength if they could pull the wagon of his highness, and with you two being the youngest and lightest ones of the mercenaries, you were deemed test subjects for the horses. (I just need you two to ride horses...)

You ride in silence, the band marching in front and behind you...but you can't help but glance at Throfinn again and again through the march. Ever since the battle, there has been something eating away at your mind and its bothering you.

Leaning closer to the blonde, you finally ask why he did all of these things. Why he'd go out of his way to do all of this for you...saving you, patching you up, protecting you, feeding you, looking out for you, sticking by you...it was all so much in such a short amount of time. You were helpless and Thorfinn acted like it was his duty to take care of you.

You just needed something. Anything as an answer.

He glanced back at you before quickly staring at the road. "What, did you want to die?" He would let out and nothing more.

You ask again, explaining yourself. It isn't like you don't believe he wouldn't do this for you or - or that you weren't willing to do this for him! It...happened so fast and perhaps you were scared but you've never seen Thorfinn this dedicated to anything else but his revenge before...

He frowns for a bit and stays quiet. He's contemplating on his own, on one hand pondering how to express his feelings and on the other, not really knowing what he feels in the first place.

"I don't want you to die." He kept on staring ahead as he let out in a whisper. Still, he said it like it was a fact.

Your eyes widen and you lean back to properly sit on your horse. Never did you think Thorfinn actively wanted you to die but you never thought you'd...hear him say that either.

Of course. You supposed things made sense now.

"...I don't want to die either." You admitted, feeling a bit low. Obviously, you didn't want to die.

You lean back to the blonde but not as much as before. Your eyes held sincerity even as you sounded a bit blue. "...And I don't want you to die either, Thorfinn".

Finally, he straight up turned to you. There was an unreadable expression on his face even as his brown eyes seemed wider than usual. For a moment something on his visage shifted and he swiftly turned his head away again.

With a low, quiet, seemingly inaudible chuckle, he scoffed; "You're strange".

You almost couldn't believe it as you leaned closer. Was there the slightest and smallest of smiles on Thorfinn's face?

A chuckle of your own escaped you. "You're strange!" Teasingly and with small laughter you let out.

Turning back to you, you were right. This was the first time you saw a genuine smile on his face even if it was faint.

And for him it was the second time he saw this glint in your eyes and warm grin on your face. The first time was when you talked about Vinland.

Aftermath thingies:

A few quick reminders before yall are gonna have to deal with the prince:

Ever since that night where he finally realized that he saved you, Thorfinn has been acting unusually soft with you.

He saved you out of his own will. Not because it will mean he'll get a favor or a duel with Askeladd, it simply meant that he didn't want you to die. There wasn't a single thought running through his head as he attacked the man who tried to harm you (at best. At worst he wanted you dead which is something Thorfinn wholeheartedly believes) even as he was being possessed by his rage. He wasn't thinking when he dragged you with him to the prince, to Thorkell nor did he plan anything through when attempting to patch you up.

He just followed his gut. What he felt.

He caved easily to the rage he felt towards Askeladd and any of the men that did not believe him or dared to mock you both for it. He gave into the belief that right now, injured like that, you were weak and an easy target so he'll take care of things for now. He let the fear muffle his senses when he saw the sword only this close to your neck.

Thorfinn doesn't know if he cares for you. And if he did, then he wouldn't be aware of it. He just doesn't want you to die.

A man as young as him is easily swayed by his emotions.

Was returning his dagger all it took for it to spiral it this way? First a few compromises that turned to favors and now selfless behavior for the other? Was it the slightest speck of respect for his late father, not for his physical prowess but his strength as a person, which he hadn't gotten in years? Was Thorfinn battling the loneliness so hard and desperately that all it took was a soft glint of your eyes and a warm smile when talking about hopes and dreams for him to seek you out?

The image of you dying on the battlefield, butchered and beaten... of the man called 'leader' betray you so cowardly...of you defeated and collected as a 'prize'...it all so angers and frightens him.

Thinking back to that battlefield and imagining how it would be like if you did die...

You would just be another body lying amongst the soldiers and waiting to be reclaimed by the earth as crows take the first bite of your damaged, rotting flesh...

Thorfinn would move on without you. He would be alone again with not a single, upstanding soul by his side. Kindness, jokes and companionship would be no more...

If you died, would his father visit him on his dreams again, telling him he lost his friend?

He cannot explain it but it feels wrong. So much so he feels a disgusting shiver run down his spine just thinking about it.

He gets blinded by his own feelings. And he doesn't even know it.

The lad is like a dog chasing after food, after all.

Theoretically he may confront Askeladd in the middle of a duel (if he gets one in the first place). Asking him what the hell he was thinking, he could have killed you. He would have! Throfinn is sure of it! (No matter what the others say).

In turn, the man just taunts him more, subtly, however. In a way that witnesses might not fully understand, aside from Björn maybe.

(In fact, Björn might be the only one aside from you and Thorfinn who knew what Askeladd was trying to do but he keeps quiet. However, that doesn't mean he approves of his actions. It actually makes him more suspicious on what Askeladd's true feelings about his mercenaries are...)

Back to the taunting, that would anger Thorfinn more than he already was and make him charge at Askeladd without thinking - which, of course, causes him to lose.

This bastard better not mock him! He knew what he saw even if he doesn't understand the intention!

Thorfinn doesnt truly understand that he is being used as a tool. He takes things on a surface level with the way he feels, smells, touches, tastes and sees. And he saw him trying to murder you.

Even so, one day he has to put his issue with that aside if it means having to be the prince's bodyguard while also wanting to get a chance for the next duel. That doesn't mean he will not ever forget waht Askealdd did however...

[heavensinhell]

‘keefe has changed so much!’ what did you expect? for the majority of his life, he’s always felt what other people felt. he always had an idea about how they were feeling, about how they felt about him — and then suddenly he didn’t just had an idea, he just knew. he straight up knows — and then, he lost it. he lost the ability to feel other people’s feelings overall. that’s it, he doesn’t know shit anymore.

he knew he could trust his friends because if he holds their arm, holds their hand, even brushed their hands together, skin on skin, he’d feel how much they love him, how much they trust him, all that stuff. and sophie? he doesn’t even need all those extra steps. he just needs to be around her and he knows already how she feels — and that’s so important because sophie wasn’t like anyone else. she was covered in shit that could burn her skin off and she wasnt even screaming or crying. ‘isn’t she amazing?’ you’d think. he did think.

sophie means so much to him. i can’t put their entire story into one post because (cough cough im lazy as hell) and he ran away from her. guys. he ran away from her. and ykw happens when he comes back? he can’t feel what she feels. not really. in the entire time he knew her, her feelings were always there, he always knew how she felt. and for the first time in the entire time he knew her, he wasnt sure about how she felt. like of course it wont feel like how it did the first few books. hes broken, hes ruined, hes scared, and he cant trust his own guts. hes pushed past a point he didnt know he could past guys guys guys of course hes gonna be different. from the moment he found out his mother was a part of the neverseen hes changed you know that. but he just never showed it because hed always known one of his parents were that kind of assholes. he had kinda expected that you know. then it got worse and worst and worst and of course. guys. he was bound to break one day.

[ichinoue]

In the lust arc, ichigo never said the "her" kanji in the original Japanese scan, this kanji: 彼 was nowhere to be seen. It was ichigos instinct to protect that made him get up; he didn't know who was calling, but since someone was, he ahd to protect, that's who he is.

The translation for the original Japanese scan is:

“呼んでる. 呼んでるんだ. 聞こえる. 立てよ. 立て. 俺が. 俺が. 俺が護る."

“Calling. They are calling. I can hear it. Rise. Stand up. I…I…I will protect.”

I don't know why viz chose to add a non existent her, but in the original scan, there's no her.

Now you can ship what u like, just don't mischarecterize ichigo for the sake of it. We know you want it to appear that ichigo was down bad for orihime, just don't do it at the cost of ichigos charecter. This was a moment for ichigo to show his instinct to protect, no matter who, and his will as a shinigami.

You also say that in terms panel that ichigo blasts orihime away and off her feet, that he wasnt attacking her because "his sword was on the other side". If he raised from the DEAD to save her, why wouldn't he more cautious of her? That blast flew orihime off her feet, you dont do deliberately do that if ur protecting someone.

I've seen some people use the data book as an arguement to say it was about orihime since it says he was "bound to orihimes screams" when that was 3rd person. That was from a readers perspective, because we as readers knew that orihime was calling out to him, ichigo didn't.

If vasto lorde/ichigo meant to protect orihime, he wouldve said the her kanji in the original scan, and he wouldn't have blasted her away after that. By all means, enjoy ur ship. I don't give a fuck abt that, what I do give a fuck about is ichigo mischarecterization or a false narrative being pushed in order to enjoy ur ship. Ichigo rose from the dead to protect who was calling out to him, because that's what he does. The ichihime ship doenst need this moment to stay alive, once again I know ichihime shippers love to use this as a basis of thir arguement as to why its canon, but it simply didn't happen the way u guys say.

Call me an ichihime anti, call me an orihime hater, I don't give a fuck. Stop pushing false narratives to make ur ship appear any better than it does, its quite frustrating to see mischarecterization happen because of shipping. And I say this too any shippers who want to twist the narrative or mischarecterize charecters in order to validate their ship or prove that their ship is good.

Well guys, it's 2023 and here's another dolt ranting about pronouns in the lust arc, just like the IH Fail essay that ended up being a fail in and of itself.

When will these people learn that Japanese doesn't require pronouns the same way that English does?

Hell, English doesn't even require pronouns when it's redundant and *this* incredibly obvious who is being talked to and/or about:

Seriously. Even if the only thing Ichigo were saying here is the word "protect"...or furthermore, even if we were not meant to know what he was saying at all, and it was just some mumbled, broken speech that the reader was not meant to decipher...It's still blatantly evident that whatever it is he's saying, he's talking to/about Orihime.

I mean this is just hilarious to me. Here's Orihime and Ichigo, literally placed together in side by side panels as Ichigo continues to chant about protecting...And ichiruki shippers are like, "hmmm well, it's not super clear who he's talking about because there's no pronoun so...I guess we'll never know 🤷‍♀️."

When literally, she's...she's right there on the page lmao. That's Orihime, she's right there! You can't miss her!! Like c'mon, dude. This is basic reading comprehension. You really need a pronoun to help you figure this out when her face is right there? Directly adjacent to his? When she's listening to what he's saying, so that it can then dawn on her that, "oh shit, it's my fault, he's doing this for ME."

This is the very next page following that last one, with a flashback of the moment in question, of Orihime screaming out for Ichigo, the moment he could hear HER calling before he rose up from the dead, chanting about protection. Confirming for the 47 thousandth time that yeah, he rose up from the dead for her.

You think Kubo drew this^ entire page, at such a pivotal moment, to show that Orihime's...wrong? Like some sort of gag? She's just *imagining* that Ichigo rose up for her, but it's not actually true? That's...certainly an interesting way to interpret things lmao.

Here's the page the flashback references, of Orihime screaming, placed directly next to Ichigo just as he begins to rise up. But yeah, it had nothing at all to do with Orihime. Just a total coincidence, I'm sure.

And if that weren't enough, here's the Bleach Unmasked Databook:

完全虚化した一護は, 織姫が発した叫びを反芻 しその目的だけに縛られた。

"The perfectly hollowfied Ichigo ruminated over Orihime's screams and was bound only to that purpose"

You...mentioned this? Kind of?

"I've seen some people use the data book as an arguement to say it was about orihime since it says he was "bound to orihimes screams" when that was 3rd person. That was from a readers perspective, because we as readers knew that orihime was calling out to him, ichigo didn't."

The readers aren't the ones who bound Ichigo to Orihime's screams (especially not you, anon, since you keep insisting it had nothing to do with her lmao). Kubo did that. That's how he meant for this scene to be interpreted: that Ichigo was bound to Orihime's screams. But you're still here fighting against it for some reason lol.

Ichigo did know she was calling out to him. It was part of his internal monologue, as she's screaming, before he hollowfied. Whether the pronoun is there or not (because again, the pronoun for her doesn't *need* to be there to make it clear who he's talking about when she's clearly the only person screaming, placed directly next to a panel of him rising him up...) he could hear her voice. He could hear her calling him. He ruminated over ORIHIME'S screams and was bound to ONLY that purpose. Only her.

You can try to downplay it and remove her from the equation all you want, but it's impossible. It's impossible because she was the only one on her knees by his side when he died, the only one screaming, the only one whose voice he could hear, the only purpose he was bound to. The only one whose face is side by side with his as he speaks about protecting. The only one featured in a flashback to the crucial moment of her screaming, placed side by side with a panel of him about to rise up, confirming it was for her.

Try to crop her out of all the pages leading up to the moment Ichigo rises up and see how much is left. Try to make sense of him rising up because he can hear someone screaming, without her there...literally screaming. Try to erase her when she was the catalyst to it all.

And I guess at this point I just don't understand why that's so hard to believe? That Ichigo rose up from the dead for Orihime? Considering Kubo has confirmed that he planned the final chapter revealing the endgame couples after writing chapter ONE.

Is it really that difficult to fathom? That Kubo wrote Ichigo doing such a thing.....for his future wife? Considering Kubo *knew* they would be married in the end when he wrote the lust arc?

Honestly like, it's been seven years. What is the point of digging in your heels and shouting at clouds that scenes like this between Ichigo and Orihime were not romantic when their relationship was literally...planned out...to be romantic?

It's over, it's canon. You can either accept the high likelihood that you were misinterpreting Ichigo and Orihime's relationship from the way Kubo meant for it to be interpreted all along, or continue to rant in my inbox on anon. The choice is yours lol.

[dunmeshi-darlings]

I like that as well. Also the reason Chilchuck and his wife are separated seems so realistic to me? Makes me wonder what her part in it was. Maybe she never asked what he was feeling etc and he never told on his own. And it kind of seems like she just up and left with little or no explanation since he doesn't know why. I'm super curious about the dynamic there. Also if his wife is the cute dark haired goth looking lady I'm going to woo her. Step aside little man.

so i will say that there has been no confirmation on that being his wife so take her with a grain of salt, especially since chilchuck specifically is noted to particularly like blonds. Though flertom DOES look heavily like her so it very well could be. And i mean i feel like there is definitely some talking that could be done about her place in it. But i will say that especially in medieval era times woman were really bound to there spouses alot and from what we saw she didnt have a job so alot of the financial worries would fall on to chilchucks shoulders. So this on top of the fact that they have already had children together would make her voicing her worries and concerns all the more difficult Voicing concerns in a marriage is an incredibly difficult thing when things start to get rocky, its clear that this wasnt an issue that suddenly happened and it was an immediate split, it was something that built up likely over years of dealing with it. her pushing down her feelings and trying to convince herself everything is fine and trying to be the good wife for chilchuck, but as we have seen this built up and eventually exploded into a messy breakup like this. This was just one of those things that i feel like would always happen, whether they talked about it or not. sure the breakup might have been a little more friendly but still