#idk i feel like i lost the plot for a while and i'm slowly finding my way back

[arendaes]

WIP Whenever

Wasn't tagged, but wanted to share something anyways. It's good to be writing again, and I hope to keep it up.

[nightsmarish]

Summary: as summer at hogwarts approaches, both you and Regulus build up your walls again, lose sleep, and are warry of saying yes to the offer to go to Potter Manor.

A/n: might write a pt.2? Would we like that? Maybe? Idk, I lost the plot halfway through and u can tell lmao. Also, have not written for this specific ship, so I may not be as good as the queen of this ship

Update!: pt2

Poly!moonwater x gn!reader (Remus lupin x regulus black x reader) | 1.6k words

Tw: allusions to toxic family, losing sleep, snippy bc of losing sleep, negative thoughts, anxiety, a nap dude

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History of Magic is usually an easy subject. Sit down, take notes, look over the assignment, complete it during dinner or before bed, and you're done.

But today everything but that is happening. You managed to get all the way to sitting down and pulling out your parchment and quill before the words Professor Binns says all mesh together. Nothing makes sense.

And you know it's due to the ache behind your eyes, the pounding in your head and the ache in your bones.

The last few nights you haven't slept, not really at least. It's nearing the end of this year at Hogwarts so everyone is preparing to go home. Planning what they will do with one another over break before the new year starts up. Talking about their family traditions, and a feeling of excitement takes the castle.

Despite this, a feeling of dread has been following you like your own personal rain cloud. The knowledge you'll have to return home eating you alive. Knowing you won't be able to contact Remus or Regulus, less your parents find out you're dating them, making you feel like you're choking on your heart.

The memories you've made this year really should weigh out the weeks you will spend with your family. In the stiff place, you're forced to call home with strict rules and expectations. Yet, you feel horrible. And it's been causing you to force yourself into your studies for the upcoming tests. Avoiding sleep due to nightmares that have recently plagued your mind.

Which leads to now, the room spinning slowly on an axis, ans Professor Binns slightly to blurry, even for a ghost. You know you need to zone back in, drink some water, take a vitamin potion or even visit Madam Pomfrey at this rate. Yet you can't make yourself do it.

Continuing to stay in your zoned out state till the end of class. And that's when even you draw the line.

Standing up from your seat as everyone filters out, albeit a little you're moving a little slower than usual, you exit in search of your boyfriends. Either or both. And it's not exactly a very long search, quickly finding yourself face to face with Regulus Black and Remus Lupin.

"Hey, dove." Remus' voice is sweet, per usual, like the comfort of a spoon full of honey on a sore throat.

Regulus doesn't speak for a full moment, analyzing you. To anyone else it would look judgmental, but the softness in his eyes and slight pull at the edge of his lips tell you differently.

"Hi, Rem." The boys look at one another, an unspoken conversation playing out.

"Why don't we go to my dorm?" Remus looks back to you, "haven't had much time for the three of us. James and Sirius have quidditch, and Peter is going to his study group."

"I'm down." Without another word, the three of you walk towards Gryffindor tower.

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Remus knows that Regulus tends to be a little quieter the closer to the end of the year, having been around the other Black brother for a while now. Already knowing how closed off Sirius would get when he still lived at the Black Manor, building up the walls early to protect himself when he left.

Even now, Sirius does it. Remus isn't sure if it's a habit or the fact that Regulus has been refusing to take the offer to stay at Potter Manor as well.

But you? You, he's not sure. Remus knows you and Regulus have known one another longer than he's known you, and that's never really bothered him. Remus knows all three of you love one another, and he's never felt left out. But know? Know he wishes you'd talk about your own home life.

Regulus doesn't like talking about his experiences at home; the only thing Remus knows is from old stories from Sirius. And Remus will never pry, not wanting to force either of you to do anything you don't want to.

But Merlin, he feels nearly useless right now, wishing to see the tension in your shoulders calm, wishing to see you and Regulus calm again. Wishing Regulus would take the offer to join them at Potter Manor. He wishes for both your safety more than anything.

The walk to the dorm is quite, but not peaceful. Everyone trying to stay calm and wishing someone else would say something. But no one knowing quite what to say to break the silence.

Once you do get up to the dorm, the Gryffindor's dorm, Regulus sets his bag by Remus' nightstand, you following suit, the emblems on your bags a contrast to the surrounding room. Regulus goes to find clothes he's left in Remus' closet before, while you sit on the lycans bed to slip off your shoes. Remus sits next to you, his hand resting on your lower back.

And finally, after far too long, Remus breaks the silence. "Dove..."

You glance up at him as you slip your shoes under the edge of his bed. "Yes?"

Remus sends a quick glance to Regulus, who's slipping on a long black sleeve shirt, one more comfortable than the previous Slytherin uniform. "I understand if you aren't comfortable with it, but..." He pauses for a moment, glancing back to look into your eyes, his thumb rubbing gentle strokes on your spine. "If you want to, you know you're welcome to stay at James' house."

Under his hand, Remus feels you tense, and from his peripheral, Regulus paused to listen.

"That's- that's okay, Remus. But tell James I appreciate the offer, please." You stand up far too fast for your lack of sleep, causing you to fall right back where you were sitting. Alerting both boys.

One of Remus' hands stay glued to your back, the other on your shoulder, as if your keen over. Regulus is quick to stand infront of you.

"Love, you should stay with them." Regulus' voice is full of worry. "It's better than any other option."

"You're not going." Your eyes shoot up to Regulus', far more defensive than you mean to be. Remus' hand, which was previously on your shoulder, moves down to the bed, the other hand continuing to run against your spine again.

"That's doesn't mean you shouldn't go." Regulus matches your defensiveness out of habit.

"You both should come." Remus talks before you can shoot back, hand on the bed finally moving to Regulus' arm, never seeming to catch a break.

There's a heavy pause. One that goes on for an uncomfortable amount of time.

"I'll think about it if you do." Your voice is more timid as you hold your stare at Regulus' eyes, his boring right back into you. Intense, deep, and so, so, loving.

Regulus sighs, "fine."

"Thank you, both. Seriously, you should come. James and Sirius want you guys there. Not to mention James' parents, they love new people." Remus kisses your hair line, standing up, hand leaving your back, before kissing Regulus on the lips. Both your bodies lossen.

Remus moves to change out of his uniform, and you quickly stand up to join him. Regulus' hand comes out to make sure you're steady as you grab a pair of sweats that no one truly knows who belongs to. They were probably once James, but at some point Lily stole them, and at a different point Sirius stole them back, and now so many of your friends have worn them at some point, it's probably weird.

Grabbing those and a jumper belonging to Regulus, you turn back to see Remus already curled around Regulus' back, who lays with enough room for you to join them. Both trying not to show just how eager they are for an afternoon nap.

You climb onto Remus' bed as well, using your wand to close the curtains, magically dimming the lights in the room before placing it on the bedside table. Curling into Regulus' front, leg thrown over his hip, you tuck your head into his neck. Yet your eyes remain open.

You definitely want to sleep, and you know you should, Remus is likely already asleep, knowing the bastard sleeps like the dead. Yet the knowing you could have another wretched nightmare makes you stay awake, staring over Regulus' shoulder the the golden brown hair tucked into his back, belonging to Remus, and letting the black hair belonging to Regulus slightly tickle your cheek.

"Go to sleep dove. Both of you. Please, you can't function without it." Remus' voice seems to startle both you and Regulus, both believing he was asleep, and believing the same about one another.

You pull back from Regulus neck, facing him, seeing the features of his face barely visible in the dark room. "We will, baby." Your voice is soft, as if you were telling a secret.

Remus merely hums and shift slightly before relaxing back into Regulus' back.

"Get some sleep, darling." Regulus kisses your cheek, "it's going to be okay in the end."

"I know. I know. We both need sleep; Remus is gonna kill us." Softly connecting your lips with his, slow and lazy, both smiling at the hum from Remus, confirming the empty threat you made for him.

You return to your being tucked into Regulus' neck. "'M sorry for being snappy with you." You mumble against his skin.

"You have nothing to apologies for, I understand where you're coming from darling." His hand rests on your hip and lower back, relaxing further into you and Remus, closer and closer to having a lovely nap. Of which, you join with the hopes of no nightmares.

[ruensroad]

I've been musing a lot on an SVSSS x Inuyasha AU. The obvious angle following the plot formula would lead us to BingQiu (SY), which is very sweet and cute. Half demon meets man from the future, it all fits very very nicely. It even fits with Binghe's past with Shen Jiu, who we all know wouldn't hesitate to pin that beast onto a tree with an arrow at any opportunity, let alone for some priceless artifact.

I'm sure I'm not the first person to see this connection. It really does slot together so so well ;3; However, my JiuYuan lovin' heart wants to be contrary because, really, could you just imagine?

Everything about the plot is pointed to one relationship conclusion. The half demon protagonist meets a person from the future who reminds him of the one who betrayed him, and slowly he heals and finds love. So imagine that, what if, instead of following the plot as he is supposed to, Shen Yuan instead falls head over heels for the nebulous, antagonistic and very unhappily resurrected Shen Jiu?

I don't like sacrificing characters in order to claim a pairing, and indeed I know Binghe could have his pick of other characters to woo. I just love the idea of being contrarian to where a plot would usually go, flipping it on its head, and getting a whole different kind of story out of it.

Shen Yuan, who knows this story, who understands the role each character is meant to play. He is there to support the Protagonist, to be the Love Interest, to be a sidekick and friend. Shen Jiu, once brought back to serve as a recurring spectre to hinder the Hero's path, is meant to deal damage and Drama to Luo Binghe. Shen Yuan shouldn't even really be on his radar, except as a way to further hurt the beast he hates so much.

Love Triangle drama that Shen Yuan decides he'll destroy because if they just stopped being Idiots, a good third of the damn book could be avoided. This involves seeking out the vengeful Shen Jiu and dealing with him on a reasonable level.

Of course, in trying to avoid Drama, he instead gets a fixation. And why not? There's a lot to unpack with this antagonist, and the curiosity could go both ways. After all, Shen Yuan makes no secret that he is from a different world.

I just feel Shen Yuan would shine in such an AU. He gets to travel around and see all different kinds of cool creatures (!!), meet awesome demon hunters (LQG!!!), and other demons both good and bad. And Shen Jiu wouldn't just suffer in his role, forever lost to his hate and rage. Here's someone making a connection, making an effort for him, finding worth in surviving this hell he did not ask for.

Shen Jiu being that anti-hero that doesn't help the Protagonist, but will come and help that silly sidekick of his, arriving stylishly when there's trouble, when Binghe is distracted, and realizing he can be around Shen Yuan all while annoying the absolute shit out of the Hero. Let them be sassy and snarky and not always perfect allies, but still somewhat there despite their roles in the plot.

IDK, I just think it would be neat.

[shardpencil]

Wind and Truth Halfway point thoughts, opinions, and theories

Spoilers through the ending of Day Five under the cut

Going to take this Character by character. Most of what I'm gonna talk about happens Post Day 2 through the end of Day 5. Sorry I may be a little incoherent I am currently brainrotting with all the information flowing through my head.

Szeth

By FAR my favorite chapters, both flashback and present day. I'm...actually really surprised at how much I'm enjoying them, since they were not my top priority in days 1 and 2. Once the "defeat all the Honorbearers" plot started i was so hooked.

I can't help but notice how similar Kaladin and Szeth's flashbacks are..in a nostalgic way it brings me back to the feeling I had reading the WoK flashbacks for the first time. Kaladin even eventually points out how similar him and Szeth are at one point,so I think there's definitely something intentional happening.

Also Szeth's spren is toxic and unhelpful. He throws him a SPOON in a fight against two Honorbearers?!? Funny but also pathetic. Then goes to get NALE. UGH. Feeling that Szeth will need to ditch his spren to level up, or his spren's personality will change somehow, bc i can't see him moving forward as a Skybreaker with that thing at his side the way it is.

I'm currently suspecting that the voice that's been talking to him in his flashback is either an Unmade, the Stone (the ancient spren), or even Honor himself. Honestly I dont have much of a clue at this point.

And the fights!!! So thrilling. Each battle brings something unique to the table and bends my brain with how awesome it is. If anything it makes me wonder how on earth a live action adaptation of this series could be done...these are ANIME FIGHTS!!!

Szeth's lil sheepie Molli is so precious that scene was going so well until Mr Important Skybreaker Herald showed up ;-;

There's so much to talk about with Szeth I could keep going on but I'll leave it there.

Kaladin

Getting warm and wholesome vibes from Kal this book. He's basically acting as Szeth's therapist trying to convince him he deserves happiness.

Kaladin being genuinely happy and doing a kata with Syl warmed my heart...but definitely screams Syladin (idk it could definitely be platonic). Whatever makes Kaladin happy I support.

Also getting not so warm vibes..like Syl could somehow become killed or un-bonded from him (Maybe Syl would bond Szeth?). My suspicion is that Kaladin is on a path to becoming a champion or vessel of the Wind, and might show up to save the day against Odium when all hope seems lost in the final act. And then Szeth might eventually swear to him/the Wind as well. Armed with Nightblood, that may be enough power/epicness to defeat a god :o

Dalinar + Navani

I'm absolutely itching to see more vision as Dalinar and Navani slowly unravel the past. SOOO many revelations and so early on. Balances seriousness with some comedic moments coming from them serving as actors in the flashback scenes.

I CANT WAIT until Dalinar finds out about what a shitbag Gavilar was. I am absolutely vibrating in my seat for this. AAAAAAA

Also still getting some hints that Navani might ascend as Honor instead. But like, I'm not sure I want anyone to ascend as Honor? Honor did some pretty messed up stuff which included destroying Ashyn with the unchecked power of the Surges. I'm also worried that the "oaths" of the Knights Radiant may dissolve this book, making the Surges "free" again as they once were (which is obviously a problem)

Our main characters also now know how to make an Oathpact so that's cool and might be relevant down the line.

Gavinor

I was panicked while he was missing but thankfully he was found quickly and is only mildly traumatized. (Who was that friendly spren speaking to him???) Brandon is literally SCREAMING foreshadowing at this one being Odium's Champion. Not sure if its because I'm aware of the theories or of its something he wants readers to pick up by now. I suppose because of this reason it could also be a red herring.

I'm also worried he could fall into the hands of BAM or mess up an important vision at the more dire moment. Him being in the Spiritual Realm adds such a wildcard to everything.

Renarin + Rlain

AAAAA I'm so surprised at how well their story is being done it absolutely warms my heart. Both characters are learning their powers together, pining over each other, wondering if the other likes them back. And the "kiss"??? Ugh what a romcom this is

Their Enlightened Truthwatcher powers are also just so neat, they're just adding such a new dimension to the visions I'm excited to see where it goes. Refreshing to get more Renarin POV in general.

Shallan

I am worried about her. I thought she got rid of Formless??? I thought she got rid of Veil??? Right now her efforts to find Mraze and Iyatil are kinda my least favorite plotline.

Speaking of which, I'm puzzled why Mraize wants BAM. Yes she will help defeat Odium but thats BECAUSE SHE WANTS TO BE ODIUM IN HIS PLACE, and would be ARGUABLY WORSE THAN TODIUM. Ughhhh

Adolin

So this has been one of the most interesting and mind-numbing POVs. I feel like my brain is only marginally processing all the battle strategy paragraphs, HOWEVER, I'm kinda pulled in a few directions here.

Maya is so coherent now it's kinda jarring...she's also got the personality of a hardened soldier which makes sense I suppose. Interesting though, she seems to be worried about Adolin (we all know he needs a bit of therapy) but also affirming his will to be his own person and carve his own path.

Adolin also embodies an Edgedancer so incredibly much. He visits his soldiers and there's such much detail being put into how he treats other people, particularly those of different ranks than he or the sick and injured. He is being almost a ridiculously/comically good leader...a little over the top which raises some alarm bells in my brain.

yet, Adolin is starting to see/embrace how much he resembles his father in certain ways at least. He caught himself reaching Dalinar's infamous saying about "hyprocrites" that was in Oathbringer (the in world book), and he fully embraced Blackthorn mode as well for a moment there. Maybe this is a sign that he will start to empathize with him, making him ready to heal their relationship when they meet again? Or not, idk.

My major complaint is that Adolin's beef with Abidi feels too much like Kaladin and the pursuer in Rhythm of War.

What I'm most worried about is Adolin and BAM. What's happening here is more subtle, I think. Why is it that in Shallan's POV, BAM is brought up immediately after thinking about Adolin, now three times in this very book? She either thinks of them consecutively or even seeing BAM around Adolin or in his own shadow. Then the convo with Mraize talking about how BAM wants to kill Odium bc perhaps the "the parent's greatest threat is their own children"....makes me VERY WORRIED ABOUT THE PARALLELS HERE. Hopefully it is just a coincidence...ha ha

Maybe Adolin's path will be to use surges in this way outside of Honor's Oaths? Or maybe he will still be normal but have a sorta half-bond with Maya (which would be my favorite option).

Adolin pushing Noura to allow Yanagawn some freedom is going to backfire. :(((( If the Emperor falls, so does Azir.

Jasnah

JASWIT DIVORCE WOOT WOOT. She had few chapters but I am loving them so far. I feel like her fight will come a little later in the book.

Venli + Sigzil

Grouping these two together because im getting so much nostalgia being on the Shattered Plains again. AAAAAAA

For Venli Im surprised at the lore drops...and the chasmfiends??? The CHASMFIENDS ARE ACTUALLY CUTE. I would adopt one. How much do you wanna bet they'll show up to protect Narak on the backs of Chasmfiends like the Fremen riding the army of worms in Dune???

Sigzil's chapters have also been a joy. His spren is like a lil calculator... ^w^ Excited to see this battle play out and what secret's they discover.

Conclusion

At this point, I am liking this book far more than RoW. *knocks on wood*. I can kinda see the vision with where Brandon may be going with this but i feel he might throw a sideways punch and then thump us over the head with more plot twists.

Really having a good time with this, especially Szeth chapters. He may be my new favorite character, alongside Adolin

[alias-sqbr]

Hii!! I read your fic Into darker Water and I loved it SO much!! The way you wrote he xuan and sqx's dynamic post canon was very realistic and it did a very good job of doing justice to both their characters and principles. They have a very complicated relationship and it's very hard to pull off romance between them without undoing or dismissing their individual struggles and motives. And you have the biggest KUDOS form me for writing such an amazing fic!! It's one of my absolute favourites of shuangxuan! ❤️ I go back to read that fic again and again. I do wonder about their wedding tho. 😍 was it a grand affair or a private thing just between them 👀 lol but yeah Idk if you ever plan to write more for that fandom but if you ever do, I'd love to read it!

Second thing, I was going through your tgcf tag and I saw the post about Islamophobia in tgcf and that made me wonder .. which part are you talking about? I didn't read the whole book. I only read till the part where pei ming's backstory was revealed and then kinda lost steam and interest 😅 (I may have skipped and skimmed through the rest of the story to read only the parts that I liked & just to get a sense of the rest of the story so I know the major plot points) but is it before that? Would you mind giving the details? And your thoughts about it? if you don't want to answer feel free to ignore this or you can just reply privately.

Thank you and I hope you're doing well xoxo 😘

Thank you so much!! Into Deeper Water is the longest thing I've ever written, in part because it is indeed very difficult to reconcile these two after everything that's happened between them. I'm very happy to know my attempt at it resonates with other people! And I'm actually doing pretty well right now, I've had pretty severe writer's block for like 2 years now but got into doing other creative things and am slowly feeling like poking my toes back into writing. Probably not for TGCF but who knows!

As for your questions: It's been a while since I read/thought about the book but let me see..

1) I feel like they'd have a very private and deeply bittersweet wedding ceremony, since there's so much baggage around each other's families and the idea of marriage. But then afterwards, possibly with some time between, they'd have a huge fancy wedding reception where Shi Qingxuan cheerfully accepts that He Xuan will show up for five minutes then go invisible to snack on the elaborate banquet. But He Xuan does make the effort to begrudgingly accept congratulations from the few people he genuinely likes (and swipes food from anyone he doesn't).

2) It's after meeting Pei Ming's ex, though still in Book 1. It's the part where they go to Banyue in the desert.

CW: fictional and real life genocide and ethnic prejudice.

OK I WAS GOING TO PUT A CUT HERE BUT IT KEEPS BREAKING. JUST PRETEND THERE IS A CUT HERE.

I wanted to link some of the more informed discussion I saw around this topic when that part of the donghua came out but can't find anything, so will just construct what I can from the posts I made at the time.

The country of Banyue is located in north-western China, which in real life is the home of the Uyghur ethnic minority, who are mostly Muslim.

In the novel, the native inhabitants of the region are depicted as violent, mindlessly expansionistic, xenophobic terrorists who shout about having been invaded as an excuse to bomb innocent people. This is the description of their leader, Kei Mo: "His complexion was as dark as iron, while his facial features seemed vicious and aggressive. In fact, his face appeared similar to that of a beast’s." I am far from an expert on how ethnic prejudice and Islamophobia manifest in China, but that's pretty blatant.

And in real life, the Chinese government is currently committing genocide against the Uyghurs with the excuse that their culture and religion is inherently violent. So it was beyond unfortunate for MXTX to construct a plot where their fictional equivalent are literal suicide bombers and the only way to deal with them is to commit complete genocide.

Luckily this plot gets dropped after that section of the story, and it's arguably not notably worse than the Islamophobia that commonly shows up in Western media, especially fantasy. But I still feel like it's good to give people a heads up.

[icharchivist]

idk why but i wanted u to like rebirth so bad lol i got into ff7 through your blog so im always curious about your thoughts! sadly i agree with most of what u said, about it losing its subtlety, there isnt that sort of mystery anymore but on the other hand my aerith obsessed self still wants her to survive somehow.. knowing everything we know as of now what direction would u want them to go in?

🥺🥺🥺 that's genuinely so sweet, i'm really touched you wished that for me so bad, it's so so sweet. I'm glad you got into ff7 because of me aaah that's really sweet 😭

(ff7 1997 spoilers underneath)

(mostly themes analysis and then remake salt sorry 😭)

Honestly like, i totally feel you, because i adore Aerith too and watching her die again would absolutely break me, especially with how much the remake, for all its faults, really nailed how to make her EVEN MORE adorable than in the OG (she's so bouncy and cute and i'd kill for her). I was crying everytime she was on screen while playing the remake, it makes me so damn sad.

I guess i'm on the fence especially because, like, i love fix-it, i love "and they all lived" AUs, but that's the type of things that's best left to fans. Or honestly, actual sequels (post AC, the Lifestream giving them (Aerith & Zack) another chance at life for example is such a common trope in fanfics, and at least it doesn't undo all the thematics linked to grief that comes with their set death)

Aerith's death especially is just. So thematically important on the huge scale of the game that while i totally understand wanting her to live as a character, because yeah! me too! i don't think the game's original plot can be complete without her death.

Because Aerith works also as a stand-in for the Planet they're fighting for. I think i remember them mentioning even her name is supposed to be a variation on "Earth".

She's the last of the Cetra, the last of her kind, her and Nanaki are the last on a lineage of people so intrically linked to the flow of nature itself. She stands in between life and death due to her connection to the Lifestream. She is associated to flowers that bloom even through adversity, life that finds a way when industrialization is trying to choke it.

And she is killed by Sephiroth, a man who represent half a "natural" cataclysm that destroyed the Earth before and half the way humanity, in its own hubris, experiment with nature to weaponize it to a degree of mass destruction.

Which is the overall theme of the game. We fight for the planet who's slowly dying, slowly getting killed by the industrialization way to exploit and drain it, while the Earth itself tries to persist, tries to survive at all cost.

When Sephiroth kills Aerith, it starts a domino effect leading to Meteor being unleashed and Earth to be about to be destroyed. When Sephiroth kills Aerith, we "lost the battle".

Except we didn't.

Because Earth is more resilient than what we give it credit for, because Earth will outlive us.

And so will Aerith.

Because Aerith was killed because she was the only one who could stop Sephiroth. And in her death, she was even more powerful and able to stop him than she could be while still alive. In the original ending of the OG, it's even left ambiguous if humanity survived at all. But the Earth will persist. The Earth will keep on living. It'll find a way, even if it has to get rid of the world that brought it to death. And so will Aerith.

That's why we start and end the game with Aerith. That's why she haunts the narrative, that's why they still fight for her. That's why how much of the grieving is about how much Aerith wanted to live and experience this world.

Because she is Earth itself. She is the personification of the world we've been trying so desperately to save.

Of course i prefer knowing Aerith alive. She's everything to me. But her death is woven into the main thematic of the game completely. I've seen people complain before on how once Sephiroth becomes the antagonist we lose the "nature vs industrialization" theme from the early game, but i don't think it's true when you see Sephiroth and Aerith as allegorical figures.

That's what i meant on how much Aerith's death works on a thematic level, has so many layers, even outside of the grief thematic. She is ultimately the face of the stakes we're fighting for. She opens the game, she ends the game, she's the beginning and the end, she's life and death, she's nature persevering, dancing at the beat of its own drums no matter how much humanity tries to abuse of her.

I feel like the remake is already acting extremely weirdly with the overall grief thematic of ff7. By being this stealth sequel being set on "maybe we can rewrite it all", it ends up being extremely jarring with the way Cloud's denial has been written in the original game. Cloud *has* rewritten his own life, tried to deny himself the horrors that happened to him happened, and it made him vulnerable to the actual Cataclysm that happened later. It's like nihilism in a sense. If you're denying the hurt that happened to you to the point of turning a blind eye to reality, you end up easily manipulated in becoming either an instrument to further destruction, or manipulated into becoming too numb and disconnected from reality to be able to face the hardship that are coming. Cloud *has* to accept the things that happened to him to move on, he can't remain in denial, he can't keep rewriting his life and his personality, he can't ignore what he already has lost, how he has been abused by the system in place, else he is vulnerable in losing even more, to turning a blind eye when everything gets destroyed.

And once again, overwhelming ecological activism theme which, bewilderingly, imo, matters more now than it did in 1997. Today we know that industrialization has exploited earth to a degree of ecological destruction, and no one is immune to being part of making things worse, but it's even more likely to be manipulated by the nihilism of "well what can we do to stop it anyway?" especially when we're in denial about how we got there.

This is why i think "Fate" isn't a theme that works for ff7. It doesn't matter what is or isn't set in stone. The thematic of ff7 are linked to how to move forward when your present is held back by the past, but the future itself isn't the main concern. The last mission of ff7 was a suicide mission. Our heroes had given up on saving the world and just wanted to make sure Sephiroth didn't win before the world was destroyed. They weren't thinking of the future. (which is also the value of AC as a sequel: how do you outlive the destruction you braced for, how do you cope with the fact you only kept on living because you knew it was going to end soon, and then it didn't? and so on.)

The whole aspect of the remake: of rewriting the hardship, that the hardship don't have to happen... is specifically the thing Cloud was supposed to move past. Trying to rewrite his own life is what nearly destroyed Cloud and made him unable to face the horrors awaiting. The original ff7 talks a lot about how Denial is a destructive aspect of grief. But, by going so heavily on letting the story being rewritten, the remake *is* about letting yourself be fooled by this denial. It feels contradictory to me.

And it's where the remake completely loses me because once you let go of those two major themes ("nature will persist" and grief), you're left with the rest of the themes that were effective *because* they were linked to that to start with. Each characters's trauma can easily be linked back to grief: grieving a death, grieving a culture, grieving who you were, who you could have been, what you could have done ect... but imo all of this is supposed to build to this overarching theme that is tied by Aerith's existence in that order. So where do you go from there?

I don't know what the remake could do. I'm not vibing with replacing those themes with "can we challenge our own fate". It just feels cruel and i don't think it has rooms with ff7.

I hate that i'm here wanting for Aerith to die for thematic consistency. In my heart, as a character, i want Aerith to live. I want her to experience the wonders of the world, i want her to be able to bloom even more, to discover more, to live on. But the Original Game's timeline and plot isn't the place for that.

So where do i want the remake to go? I don't know. If it kills Aerith after giving us false hope, i'd just be more mad. If they don't kill Aerith, we can kiss this thematic goodbye for real. I guess there would be an aspect of "eco optimism" of "we still can save the earth, we still have time", but that undo the 3rd act of the game completely and, idk, kinda loses how radical the game was originally on that regard.

If they actually kill her again though, i find it cruel. I already feel like the Zack's cutscene was supposed to show that. If you undo the major plotbeats, can you even still save the world? If Zack doesn't die, Cloud doesn't wake up. this is what this cutscene showed us. It gives a set up the remake can act on on making us hope Aerith would live, and then have us make the conscious choice of letting her die because else you can't save the world. It's cruel, and for all of the pain and suffering and tragedy, the original game wasn't cruel.

So what other paths do that leave us?

I don't know. I'm not a fan of it either way.

I am also aware that a whole lot of it is reactionary to the fans. The people who for years have been in denial about Aerith's or even Zack's death. But that's honestly where meta narrative loses me completely. It's not the game for meta narrative (genuinely, ff15 is RIGHT HERE for it!!!! it's literally a game about how the "Power That'd Be" forced a prophecy on a kid and forced him to kill himself for what they call "narrative satisfaction") (which honestly just brings a bitter taste to my mouth considering how much Nomura, who directed the first ff7 and is back for the remake, and who's been directing the KH games, have been spiting the fact ff15 was originally his direction and then he had to leave the project, and has already used KH to derail its plot to show what HE would have done with ff15. I can't help thinking about Nomura's behind the scenes's drama and it just makes it sour to me.).

Of course we've been in denial, it's fandom!!! it's transformative in nature!! the way we feel about the characters are the lingering feelings we have, and can make live on in our own work, but canon stands on a different level and shouldn't be addressing what we've been doing?! It feels mocking in some way, it plays with our feelings, it leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.

I care too much about themes to be happy with that.

Sorry i just ended up rambling more about what i liked so much about the original and why i don't vibe with the remake so far but 😭 man. I really wanted to enjoy those games. If they were remakes with extension on the plot itself, it would be so much better (like the whole Jessie sidequest in the Remake was great!!! it expended on the original and actually made those characters more rounded, it's the type of stuff i wanted!). the original ff7 had so much content that was cut from it (mainly, Yuffie and Vincent's storylines were heavily cut down with them being optional characters), and so much content they could explore more (Barret's storyline basically dropping after Corel except for a couple of fights with Cait Sith for instance would have been a thing to fix up), not to mention eventually stuff they could expend on from the others games of the franchise (actual fanservice i fell for was them namedropping Kunsel like. Holy shit actually gives me a sideplot about Kunsel trying to reach for Cloud and Cloud consistantly thinking he's an enemy and only reveal near the end/after the Zack's reveal why Kunsel had been so insistant in finding him!! This type of things!)

Like there were ways to make the ff7 remake interesting and easy to invest in without it being a 100% remake of the original but without it being a sequel, actually.

But honestly i blame most of it to how, the moment they wanted to cut down the game on multiple parts, they just wanted to hold the attention of fans with like "there's surprises awaiting you!!", so no one would like. Get curious about the game, play the remake pt 1, think "wow i want to see more", play the OG, and then not tuning in for pt2 bc they played it now.

SO. yeah. I think i'm just not the public for that. I find it shallow, i find it to be addressing a meta textual reading of the text that has no reason to be there, i find it contradictory.

Sighs. At least the pictures are pretty.

I guess my biggest wish is just that it'll extend on the party having fun. They made already awfully long sidequests that didn't need to be that long to have us spend time in some of the slums already, might as well do the same for the Golden Saucer, Gongaga, Nibelheim, all of that. It'll make for pretty gifs to look at and pretty icons to snatch, and hopefully some characters interactions that will be good for the soul.

But that's about how high my hopes are for what's to come lol.

Thank you for bearing with me if you read to this point!

Take care <333

[saltynsassy31]

This is going to be a long one, and since I just need to let some thoughts out I'm going to cut it here

I've been in a strange mood lately, I'm not as depressed as I used to be, I think, or at least I don't feel as sad, rather I feel....empty almost, I feel nothing.

I'm stressed but also just floating with time.

But I also still do feel something, like happy or angry, but only when I reach the extremes.

I stare at an empty paper feeling angry, tired, annoyed, confused, lost, upset.

I feel so much that I feel nothing at all.

It's 3 in the morning and I feel so lost? Like I'm in some sort of haze, walking through a foggy forest with no clear path to follow, the signs are broken and point at the wrong direction so by not trusting it I take the path I feel like taking but I'm insure.

I have projects due this week, yet I don't seem to bother to finish them.

I want to draw and tell my stories but they feel so foggy and distant from where I am at, i can't generate a proper time line. When I try to draw it's like my muscles become noodles, weak, lazy, and all I want to do is sleep, sleep and sleep.

I don't want to die either, there is still so much more I want to do before that happens, so much more that I need to do but I'm just so tired lately.

I don't know how to describe this feeling, really, I'm not sad, like at all, i don't feel as lost as I used to be, I know what I want to do and how to do it. Just this part of my life is not it right now, and I guess that's just part of living.

I start to wonder if all of this is even worth it, if I should just quit while I'm at it, but that would just make things harder.

There is so much I want to express but there are no words for it, it just is, and it's frustrating, I wish someone could understand how I feel, no sympathy or anything, just understanding, I don't want help, or advice, just to be seen....maybe, idk.

I'm just listening to some retrowave music as I try to go to sleep.

I want....what do I want? I want many things, but right now I want to be floating in nowhere in particular, I just want to be floating in a place where everything feels purple and blue, where the smell of wet grass overflows my senses. I want to be sitting in my porch of my house that doesn't exist, staring at the sunset or sunrise, seeing those pretty blues, pinks and oranges, the stars slowly fading away, a jacket over my shoulders as the fairy lights from my porch light me up, the waves of the beach infront of my fictional house hitting the sand and socks, making soothing noise to my ears. I want soft music that gives me that sweet taste of nostalgia, the feeling of being young and naive, of the days where it would rain so hard we'd have to stay at home, my parents napping and me and my sister would build pillow forts and make a city with our plushies, playing pretend as the droplets of rain hit our window.

We'd open it to smell it and feel the wind because our city was so dry, this was a miracle.

The days we'd get back from school and go down to our apartment's pool and swim on it, floating as we stared at the abiss of the night, only the pool lights keeping us company, until we were called from the window to come eat dinner.

I guess I just miss that.

I miss...home.

A home that wasn't a place but a fleeting feeling.

I try to convey that in my stories, I'll be honest, i hate being labelled as the angst queen, my stories being nothing but a way to torture a character. Don't get me wrong i like to joke about it, but not when I'm being serious about a plot point in my story.

It's healing to have them go through so much and still find peace, to think of them in this place I just described even though they've seen and done so much, to know that it'll be okay after all, that in the end of the day, they can still watch the sunset.

It's peaceful to know they aren't alone, that it's okay...it'll be okay.

There's a reason why I like dreamcore so much i suppose, it's....how do I even put it? Healing? Bittersweet? Scary in a safe way?

I don't know anymore.

I like to imagine my ocs just having peaceful moments, just chilling and having fun, without worrying about anything but their own enjoyment.

I'm getting sleepy but there is so much more I want to say, even when nobody is reading, it's nice to say it out loud...or write it I suppose.

Idk, I'm not sure anymore.

My eyes are burning, I should go to sleep.

I have more to say but right now isn't the time, I'm not sure when is, but oh well, maybe I'll find words to describe these feelings one day.

Or maybe it's not words i need, rather ways to show it, through story telling or drawing....I'll find a way, good night.

[fenharel-enaste]

A lesson in patience || CEO!Elendil x Fem!Reader (modern AU)

Rating: +18 (smut)

Summary: You visit Elendil in his office and decide to tease him a bit. What you don't know is that he doesn't like you playing with him when he's busy…

Content/warnings:  Dom!Elendil, brat!reader, explicit sex content, unprotected sex (don’t do this pls), p in v sex, cockwarming, orgasm denial, dirty talk, light choking, oral sex (f and m receiving), cum swallowing... ok there's no plot here, just pure filth lol

Word count: 3.2k

Notes: Being an AU I don’t even know if Elendil’s in character here, idk I was just horny I guess 😂

This is a oneshot I've written thanks to my lovely Elendilfer friends @starlady66, who inspired it with this post I'll never get over, @thetempleofthemasaigoddess, who suggested to write a fic about it. Thank you both so much!! 💖💖

Tagging: @grinkitty, @wint3r-h3art

It’s also on AO3!

You can’t wait to see Elendil today. He loves it when you sometimes surprise him by visiting him in his office close to his time to leave. You like to spend some time together there while he finishes some last minute paperwork before going out for dinner with you. 

You cheerfully greet the receptionist and he lets you in, as you've been there many times before and he knows you don't need Elendil's permission to enter his office, unless he's in an important meeting, of course. 

You knock on his door and enter when he tells you to come in; his face lights up with a smile, as it always does when you drop by. You greet him with a kiss on his lips that he gladly returns. "I'm so pleased to see you baby, come here." He invites you to sit on his lap to talk about your day and keep him company while he finishes his work. 

Some minutes later, you are both laughing as Elendil tells you an amusing incident that happened in the building earlier today when his mobile phone goes off. “Oh, I’m sorry, princess, I forgot I was expecting this call. I promise it’ll only take a few minutes, don’t worry,” he apologises before giving you a quick peck on the cheek and answering the call. 

There's not much you can do while you're waiting sitting on his lap, so you just stare at him as he talks. He seems very focused looking at his laptop screen as he listens intently to what his interlocutor is saying. He looks so sexy like that, and he's wearing the tie you bought him last week. You remember the way he tied you to the bed with it the day you gave it to him; you lost count of how many times he made you come while holding you still, always demanding one more. 

You feel a tingle between your legs at the memory and you squirm on his lap. He looks at you with amusement, as he's well aware of how much you like it when he has you sitting on him like this, with his arm around your waist to hold you tight against him. He squeezes your hip affectionately, in a gesture that says 'be patient and as soon as I'm done you'll have my absolute, undivided attention'. 

But the call is taking longer than you expected and you start getting impatient. You feel especially horny today and every passing minute is agony; you need him to touch you. You then decide to act playfully for once, push him to his limit. So you begin to move your hips again, slowly at first, but then you start touching him all over, his face, his hair, his chest, you bring your mouth to his jaw and kiss your way down his neck, then bite and suck him right where you know it drives him insane. 

Elendil glances warningly at you, he's starting to find it hard to keep up with the conversation, clearing his throat from time to time and he has to ask his interlocutor to repeat himself. You then position yourself so that you have one of his thighs between your legs and rub yourself against it repeatedly, lifting your skirt to can feel the friction through your underwear, just enough to show Elendil the new lacy panties you’re wearing for him. 

It's getting more and more difficult for him to speak, but he reaches his limit when you bring your hand to his crotch, making him let out a soft groan. He's already hard, you're so proud of yourself. “No, I’m... I’m okay, I’m sorry, something came up. I’ll call you later.” Elendil hangs up abruptly and you give him a playful smile, but his gaze is not playful at all. Oh no. 

“Get off me and lock the door. Now.” You feel a shudder down your spine when he uttered that last word. He hadn't done anything yet, but now that he's no longer under your control, you begin to regret your actions. You get up and approach the door slowly, locking it as you've been told. 

“Come here.” You walk up to him again and you feel your body shaking, maybe with fear, maybe with anticipation, maybe both. “Stop,” he orders you just before you reach him. “Strip. Slowly.” His deep, commanding voice never fails to turn you on even more, you love it when he orders you around like that; you’re so happy to comply. So you move slowly, swaying your hips, touching your body as you take off your clothes, piece by piece, putting on a show for him, as he lays back on his chair. 

You can feel his lustful gaze everywhere, especially when you take off your bra and he asks you to play with your tits. “Fuck, baby. Look at you...” And then you turn your back to him and lean forward very, very slowly as you slide your panties down your legs, exposing your already glistening cunt to him. 

“Stay like that and put your hands on the desk, love.” So you do, and he moves his chair closer to you, grabs your ass, squeezing it firmly with his large hands, and brings his mouth to your cunt, slipping his tongue between your soaking folds before devouring it hungrily. It is driving you insane. You hear him moan, sending vibrations against your skin. Your legs tremble and you have to rest your forehead against the surface of the desk, not wanting to feel anything but his warm tongue spoiling you and his raspy beard against your folds. 

You whine when he pulls his mouth away from your cunt. “Come here, love,” he murmurs as you hear him unbuckle his belt and unzip his trousers. You feel a pressure in your belly as you anticipate how you want to fuck him on his chair, with your back to him, as you've done so many times before. Elendil then guides you onto his cock, one hand on your hip and the other holding his hardness as you slide down the length of his cock. He presses your hips even harder against his pelvis to reach even deeper. “Oh fuck...” He fills you so good. 

You grab the arms of the chair to help you rock your hips, but you are unable to do so, as Elendil won't let go of his tight grip on you. You try to move forward, backwards, anything to feel more friction. It's in vain. “Please, baby... I want to fuck you...” 

Elendil leans forward so that he can speak directly into your ear. “Do you really think I was going to let you get away with it just like that, hmm?” You feel a shiver run across your skin at the low tone of his voice. “You knew I was on an important call and you decided to behave like a brat even so. Now, be a good girl and stay still while I finish my work.” 

Then, Elendil calls back the person he was talking to earlier to continue the previous conversation. Frustration runs through your body; you've been looking forward to having fun with him ever since you walked through the door and now, you're not having any of it. Even worse. You have exactly what you wanted inside you, but you couldn't get the pleasure you were craving. 

You try to follow his instructions, but it's too damn hard. His mouth had left you so ready for him, and you can feel him throbbing, sometimes twitching inside you. You can’t help but squirm on his cock. You immediately feel Elendil tugging lightly on your hair and briefly pull the phone away from him.

“Shh, I told you to behave, darling, can’t you do that just for five minutes?” he scolds you and bites your shoulder before resuming his work. That’s not helping you at all. 

Minutes pass, but they feel like ages. Now he's sliding his fingers lazily down your naked back, giving you goosebumps, while keeping his focus on the call. You lose it when he moves that hand around your body to reach one of your breasts and caresses it gently, playing with your nipple as if you were just a toy for him to casually play with while his attention is somewhere else. He’s being so unfair. 

You’re so horny your hips move again against him involuntarily, so he stops caressing your breasts and moves his hand back to your hip to give it a squeeze of warning. You obey him for a while, but you can’t help but keep squirming on him from time to time, you have no control over your body any longer, and the grip on your flesh becomes tighter and tighter, letting you know he’s far from finishing with you. 

You haven't heard a word of the conversation, but you're fully aware of the silence in the office when Elendil finally ends the call. The next thing you hear is his voice, this time aimed at you. “Apparently this doesn't work with you, I’m afraid, but don't worry, I still have some other methods to teach you how to be patient.” 

You have no idea what he's going to do next. You feel your own breathing quicken before finding yourself pinned against the desk, your legs practically dangling off it. One of Elendil’s hands holds your head still against the surface, the other one restrains your wrists and holds them behind your back. His cock’s still deep inside you. 

Without warning, he starts slamming his pelvis against you, yet you are so wet his cock easily slides inside you and you can't stop the loud moans escaping your lips, he had teased you and made you wait so long the pleasure he’s giving you feels like a first sip of water after hours lost in a desert, it felt heavenly. You won't last long, not long at all if he keeps up his relentless pace. 

“Fuck! Please, please... I’m so close...” It is just there, just a few more thrusts... you know it’s going to be an intense one. And just when you feel the pressure in your core is about to be released through your whole body, Elendil removes himself from you. 

“No! No no no, please, please, keep going...” you beg desperately, trying to pull your hips back to feel him again. 

“I told you, pretty one, I have ways to make you learn patience. Let’s do it again.” And he guides his cock back into you and resumes his thrusts, just as hard as before, hitting right where he knows it drives you insane. You need to cum so badly you try to hide your spams of pleasure from him. But he always knows, and he stops, and you try again, but he keeps stopping, edging you again and again and again. 

After countless attempts you just have to give up and take what he gives you, accepting the waves beginning to form in your belly just to feel them abruptly disappear at the very last moment. 

When you think you can’t take it anymore, you hear his voice again. “Alright, baby. Are you going to behave now?” he asks, releasing his hand from your head to caress your face and wipe away the tears you had shed in frustration. 

“Yes...” you say in almost a whisper. 

“What did you say?” You know him well enough to know what he wants you to say. 

“Yes, sir.” 

“Good girl,” he responds before turning you around and making you lie on your back on the desk, resting your legs on his shoulders. From this position, you can clearly see his lustful eyes and his mischievous grin as he enjoys the mess he’s made out of you, knowing exactly what he's going to put you through next. 

He then starts fucking you again, from a different angle this time, but not a less pleasurable one, your laud cries feeling the room once again. You can feel now the fabric of his shirt, slightly rough against your soft skin, the intoxicating scent of his cologne invading your senses, and the soft grip of his hand, now around your neck, pressing just enough to not completely cut your breath, but enough to make you feel his control over you. “Fuck, baby, you love this, don’t you?” he asks with a smirk on his face. 

Again you feel your orgasm approaching; this time, you pursue it in the hope that this time he'd let you come. But once again, you let out a long whine of frustration when you hear his words. 

“Don’t,” he commands. However, he doesn't stop his thrusts like before, but slows them down just a little. “This time you’re going to hold it, understood? I’ll tell you when you may come.” 

What??? You can’t, you just can’t. 

“No, please! Please, sir, let me cum, ple-” Your pleas are interrupted when your mouth is filled by two of his fingers. 

“That’s not an answer, my dear. Is. That. Understood?” His stern voice almost made you come and disobey him right at that moment, but you manage to fight it back and nod your head as you suck his fingers. 

“Alright, let’s try it again.” And he carries on with his brutal pounding once again, playing with your breasts and clit now, forcing you to deny your orgasm yourself. It is unbearable, he’s being so fucking unfair with you. You have to use all your willpower not to come, with tears running down your face and sweat all over your body due to your effort. It seems to you like you've been like this for hours. 

“You're doing so well sweetheart. Is there anything you want to say now?” Anything. You’d say anything for him to have mercy on you. 

“Please. Sir... I’m begging you, please...” You’re a sobbing mess right now, pleading for release. 

“That’s not what I want to hear, baby, try again.” 

“I’m so sorry.” 

“For what?” His hand on your clit begins to move faster, urging you to speak. 

“I’m so sorry for behaving like a brat... oh fuck!!” you cry out when you feel his hand slapping your ass, hard.

“And?” he demands lowering his voice even more. 

“I won’t do it again,” you finally manage to say between sobs. 

“Good girl.” 

“Please, please, sir... I can’t...” you beg, now panting heavily. 

“Hold it a bit longer, we’re almost there,” Elendil orders you once more as he keeps rapidly rubbing your clit, torturing you with both his cock and fingers. He leans forward to push your legs a bit and reach even deeper. You can’t take it any longer, you’re going to come and there’s nothing you can do about it. Just when you think you're going to be denied your climax again, you hear the so long desired words. 

“Alright, baby, you may come now.” And the pressure you've been building up in your core for so long finally explodes, releasing all over your body, and you come more violently than any other time you can remember. You lose all sense of where you are, not even aware of the screams leaving your lips uncontrollably. Elendil is well aware the whole floor is definitely hearing you, but he doesn't care - in fact, the thought of everyone knowing who's making you scream like this turns him on even more. So he continues his rough ramming into you as you come, and you can barely discern one orgasm from the next. He makes you come over and over again, praising you with every powerful orgasm. 

“Look at you. You’re so pretty when you come...”

“Again? Such an insatiable girl, you want more?”

You don’t know how many times he’s pushed you over the edge already. Your whole body feels so sensitive and overstimulated now, but he’s always able to give you more, and you welcome it gladly. 

When Elendil is sure that you are so exhausted and sated you won't be able to come any more, he carefully gets you off the table, slowly helps you get on your knees and guides his cock to your mouth. “You did it so well, baby, just one more thing for me...” 

You wrap your lips around him almost unconsciously. You feel numb by the intensity of your many orgasms, but you bob your head eagerly. There's few things you like more than pleasing him. "There you go, just like that." 

It barely takes him any time to reach his climax. He wanted to teach you patience and deny you your pleasure, but he's also had to deny himself all the time, and he must admit it's been a challenge, so now he just needs to feel your warm, soft tongue sliding along his throbbing cock and the back of your throat against his tip to spill his cum on your tongue and deep inside your mouth, letting out low grunts of pleasure. 

He tastes so good in your mouth that you can’t help but moan around his cock as you keep sucking him off; not stopping until you feel no more cum getting out of him. You love the proud look of his face when he sees you swallow it all. 

“Fuck baby... well done, such a good girl,” he praises you once more when he sees you run your tongue along the length of his cock to clean off any remaining drops. 

As soon as you’re finished, he helps you up and sits you in his chair. He kneels in front of you to cup your face in his hands and carefully look you in the eye to make sure everything's okay. “Are you alright, love?” You nod your head as you smile at him reassuringly.

“It’s been... quite intense and I feel a bit lightheaded, but I’m alright.” 

As soon as he hears you say that, he gets up, not before sweetly kissing your forehead and lips, and heads to the minibar to bring you a bottle of water. He opens it for you and helps you take the first sips. “Keep drinking, darling, I’ll be right back.” And you do as he asks as he heads to the restroom and comes out shortly after with a washcloth. He wipes it over your forehead, your face, your neck, absorbing the beads of sweat from your body. 

“Feel a bit better?” he asks with concern in his eyes.

“Yes, I feel much better now, thank you, my love.” And he gives you the sweetest smile as he brushes your cheek with the back of his hand. 

Suddenly, you remember the reason why Elendil had made you sweat like that. “Elendil, I’m so sorry I distracted you earlier, I don’t know what...” Your quivering voice is cut off by his warm lips on yours, which he tenderly kisses multiple times. 

“Don’t worry about that now, princess, you need to rest first. In fact, you should eat something. How about going to that restaurant you mentioned a few days ago? Sounds good?” 

Your stomach rumbles at the thought, and your tiredness seems to have vanished as you eagerly get up and begin to get dressed, drawing a beautiful laugh from Elendil, who watches you as if you were the most precious thing in the world.

“I’m so in love with you, sweetheart, you know that, right?” he says staring captivatedly. Your heart melts at his words and you reach up to wrap your arms around him and bury your face in the crook of his neck. 

“I love you too, Elendil. I love you so, so much...” 

[wdwmarveldisney]

....so it's my first time watching teen wolf all the way through (I've never seen it before) and I've just reached all the void stiles stuff and where he's at Eichen House and like....omg but also it got me thinking....and idk if you wanna write this or not or just scream into the void w me (bud dum tsssss) but like imagine a wolf in eichen house finding stiles to be her like soulmate/mate and then he gives into void so all she thinks is thay void is the mate when it's not cause it'd just be the vessel....anyway I'm screaming at my TV haha

My Mate

Void/Stiles x werewolf!reader

Summary: Eichen House, or rather known as Echo House, has been your place of residence for a couple of years now. You never expected to meet your mate there.

Masterlist

A/N: Ok four things. One, I absolutely can’t wait for to reach later seasons. Two, it is very much omg and I know it’s wrong to just love that plot but like I’m past caring. Three, love the pun and I will a hundred percent do that with you. And four, I hope this is okay, not sure if I’ve done Void right.

Part two is here.

GIF isn’t mine

Eichen House wasn't exactly your average mental institution. It was filled with supernatural people as well as oblivious humans. You'd been there for a while, year or two you think. You lost count of the months a little while ago. All you knew was that your parents saw you lose control a couple of times and had put you in there. It didn't feel a good enough reason to shove you into a mental institution but you knew they were terrified of you. Yeah, that hurt but you couldn't blame them.

Your fingers fiddled with the blades of grass as you sat there, eyes fixed on the people who walked around in front of you. Your gaze focussed on Oliver when you heard the new voice and your eyes widened in shock at the boy next to him. He was talking animatedly, hands flying around as he ranted and Oliver listened and you just kind of knew in that second.

Sometimes it happened. Werewolves had mates and for some, they had to get to know a person before they know that they are mates but for others, it can just click. It can be one glance and suddenly, you could just feel the pull. Your old alpha said that it was the most compatible ones, like soulmates. Some were just destined, written in the stars. You called bullshit but seeing him there, you decided she had to of been right because there was no other explanation for what you felt.

You wanted to go over and talk to him, say hi and introduce yourself but then what would you do? 'Oh yeah, by the way, I'm your mate and we should really get to know each other'. 'Cause you can really say that to a total stranger. It just so happened he caught you staring and you used your supernatural abilities to listen in to their conversation. "Who's that?" You could see him point to you and Oliver grin when his gaze settled on you. The two of you were kind of friends over the whole you'd been here. "Oh that? That's Y/N. She's really nice," The boy gave a small nod and he seemed to just be as lost for words as when you saw him. "I'm going to go talk to her," he mumbled after a few beats of silence and began to make his way over.

You panicked. I mean your mate who you hadn't even met yet was deciding to walk over and introduce himself and you were sitting there playing with grass? Not exactly the best impression. So your head fell and you fingers began to pluck at the grass instead of twirl it. Your leg bounced and your tongue ran over your lips repeatedly. Not looking up until he stood in front of you, you missed the nervous glance to Oliver and the way he seemed to hit one hand into the other repeatedly.

"Hey," it was like one of those moments in a movie or tv show where the camera slowly travels up, starting at the feet and when it reaches the face, you just kind of fall in love. You took note of the baggy jeans, loose T-shirt and heavy jumper. Notice the way he clicked his fingers in front of his chest and how he seemed to bounce on his feet. And then you saw his face, and you were a goner. Whiskey eyes and small smile and quite little moles and raised eyebrows with his head tilted to the left. Though feeble, you managed a small, "Hi," back, hand raising in an awkward wave.

"I, um, saw you staring," it was like your senses flooded back in then, anxiety practically suffocating you. There was a hint of confusion and something else you couldn't pick up on. Eyebrows pinching together in befuddlement, you let your head fall to the side and nose scrunch slightly as you sniffed. Yeah, you were pretty obvious but he was going to have to find out sooner or later. Except you saw the realisation on his face, mixed with this defensive look in his eyes.

"Are you a...?" His hand waved around in front of him, as if gesturing to a word only he could see but you got the idea, "Werewolf? Mhm," you paused a second before sticking your hand out, "Y/N," he stared at your hand, debating what to do and he seemed lost in thought until you shook it slightly and effectively snapped him out of his daze. His hand slipped into yours and you gave a half shake before pulling back and waiting for him to say his name, "Um, Stiles,"

"Well, it's nice to meet you Stiles," you jumped up then, giving him one last smile before leaving a very confused him behind. And you didn't see him for the rest of the day. Not until that new werecoyote, Malia, was leading to the basement. Curiosity got the better of you and so you followed. Malia stayed for a while but then she had to cause a distraction so she had to go so it was just you and awkward Stiles. To be fair to him, you were pretty awkward too but because of what you knew. "Do you know what you're looking for?" You watched him closely, trying your hardest not to focus on the anxiety that seemed to suffocate you. "Something to do with that," he showed you a symbol, noticing your eyebrows pinching together and head falling to the side and he realised that was a very cute habit of yours. Your eyes trailed back to him, lips pursed, "What does it mean?"

"Self," you gave a small nod, going back to what you were looking through before pausing again. He barely gave you anything there, you still had no clue what all this breaking rules is for. So you decided there's no harm in asking, "Maybe you should tell me more?" Stiles looked up to you, smiling faintly at the raised eyebrow and slight light to your eyes. The smile slowly faded and he turned back to the papers, "You might not like me if you know any more..." Your face said it all, it perfectly conveyed how ridiculous that was to you. What the hell was he on? "Try to remember that my whole family is terrified of me and I almost killed my dad," And that you're my mate. You decide against saying it not wanting to freak him out, "I won't judge. I promise,"

He didn't say much more to that, other than an incredibly brief explanation, carrying on with searching until you spoke up again, "This place definitely used to be a lot more fun- electroshock... ice baths... trephination?" He ignored the fact you called it fun, instead focusing on the question you had asked, loving the look you had done once more. Why was it so beautiful on you? Anyone else and he wouldn't care but you? That's a whole other story. "That's what Oliver was talking about. Trephination is when they drill into your head," your lips formed a small 'o' as you looked back to the sheet before your nose scrunched up in distaste, "No wonder they don't want anyone down here..."

There was a slam of papers and your head shot up to stare at him, frowning at the disappointment and increase in anxiety that filled the room, "There's nothing here," you heard the huff and reached out to place your hand on his shoulder, not sure how to comfort someone. Your whole body tensed, eyes widening in fear you were doing it wrong. Stiles sent a quick glance your way before signing again, "Could you do me a favor? Could you just check the lines on my back?" A curt nod from you made him turn and you gently lifted his top slightly, internally freaking. "Just tell me if they're fading?"

And they were, they were fading quick and you frowned again, "Yeah, they're almost gone," you took a second to watch his face fall and smell his chemosignals before your frown deepened, "I'm guessing that's bad?" He hummed slightly in affirmation so you slowly pulled his top back down, fingers grazing his back. You flinched back, hand quickly holding over your other as you gave a surprised him a sheepish smile, "Oh, sorry. I'm kinda always cold," a small nervous laugh left your lips as he turned to you, hands hovering above your own, "That's okay. Here-"

He almost winced when his fingers intertwined with yours, making sure you knew he was okay with a small grin, "Boy, you really are," you both gave awkward laughs, neither sure what to do. You seemed closer than before and you could feel your heart hammer against your chest. You could hear Stiles falling into a similar beat as you draw little circles on his hand with your thumb. It was supposed to calm you down but it wasn't really working. You saw his gaze flicker down to your lips and back up and your whole brain just shouted screw it. Next thing you knew, you were kissing him or at least trying. When he kissed back it was a lot easier given that you just followed his lead.

You were the first to pull away, grinning madly when he chased your lips. Quiet quickly surrounded the two of you until he sighed lightly, "Was that your first kiss?" Heat rose to your cheeks as you gave an embarrassed nod and smile. He grinned back, fingers pulling away to fiddle with yours. He seemed anxious still, "Was it okay?" You looked shocked by the question, head snapping up to nods rather aggressively making him laugh lightly. "You want to try it again?" This time the response wasn't immediate, face leaning into where his fingers grazed your cheek. You contemplated whether what you were about to do was a good idea before you gave a small huff and shook out your shoulders.

"I want to try something else,"

"Something else...?" He shut up when your lips were back on his, a lot more passionate this time. Things were heated, your hands sliding up his back under his top making him shiver slightly. You pulled away again to pull off your top, his eyes immediately dropping making you giggle. And then he was kissing you again and laying you back on the sofa.

Safe to say it wasn't so awkward when the two of carried on making out and it didn't get awkward when you had sex either. You admitted to Stiles about the whole mate thing, explaining it to him and he eventually understood. There was something about that was just right. He wanted to help people, keep them safe. He was funny and kind and smart. He was silly and making small jokes where possible but if other people's safety was in his hands, he was not going to let anything happen to them. He was a hero who was just so normal. He wasn't all out good, no person ever will be. Maybe it was how real and down to earth he is that makes him so perfect. So you just talked until you went back to the searching.

"Stiles..." he missed your small mumble as you looked around for the source, "Do you hear that?" You spun to face him, noticing how he held a photo up, eyes fixed. He was so in tranced by it, "This is him," you frowned, trying to get a better look at the photo by putting your head on his shoulder, "The Nogitsune?" You grabbed another photo from the same pile and held it up for him, "Recognize them?" He scanned the picture, not sparing you a single glance as his eyes focused in on one person, "One of them...I have to get this to Scott,"

And then you were both knocked out and Oliver was threatening to actually drill through your head unless Stiles 'gave over control'. You weren't sure what he was on about but Stiles seemed to get it. "You did this. You got into his head," you couldn't see who he was speaking to, eyes barely open as your head lolled to the side. He was giving you a panicked look and you wished you had the strength to send him a comforting smile back but god your head hurts. Everything was quiet for a while as Stiles eyes followed the thin air as he struggled against the restraints. A quiet groan left your lips as you glanced to Oliver holding a drill and then your eyes were closing again but you weren't blacking out. "Just let her go,"

He began to struggle harder, eyes meeting your heavy ones with a desperation in his eyes as he tried to tug free repeatedly with his hand. After a long silence, save Oliver's heavy breaths and the sound of the drill, Stiles spoke up again, "Just let her go, please," his voice shook but you barely registered that. How could your head hurt this much? How had you not healed? Consciousness was falling through your fingers like sand passing through a hour glass, time moving too fast. Once more he shouted, voice strained as he just began to struggle harder and shake with fear, "Just let her go, please!"

And then he was silent. There was a sound similar to a small sob and then he was quiet and all you heard was the drill. You could feel Oliver push it closer to your head and incoherent mumbles began to leave you, begging for him to stop. You couldn't keep your eyes open, fighting off the wave of exhaustion and pain. All you could feel was dread, filling your veins like an ice and freezing you in place. Fingers twitching, you couldn't help the regret and shame binding with the dread to cause a nausea within you and suppressing the pain. And then you heard his voice except it wasn't. There was this laced evil into his words making goosebumps rise and shivers trail down your spine, breath hitching in fear.

"Oliver,"

"Stiles?" Your senses came flooding back in as you faced the two, noticing just how different Stiles was. Oliver was out in a second and then Stiles approached you, undoing your restraints and helping you out of the chair. He didn't ask if you were okay, didn't scan you over like you imagined he would. This time his touch was ice, you tensing simply at his fingers trailing up your arms. He was different. He wasn't Stiles, he was someone else entirely. He was cold, inside and out, this spark in his eyes showing his true nature, pure evil. He didn't seem to care for others or even himself, he was completely inhuman. Emotionless and lifeless. Just a shell, despite the hidden chaos of corruption and trickery just waiting to burst free. If this was always a part of him, maybe this was who you were meant to be with. Maybe that's why you met now. Maybe this was it for you and just like everything else in your life, it completely and totally sucks.

Why does life always go terrible for you?

[scover-va]

Generally when you reblog things I feel like I ask for ???/Carla/Chandrelle a lot. So I’m going to switch it up and say Rust for the ask meme

My favourite old man!!! And my favourite, dare I say, babygirl

Favourite thing about them:

His fucking CHAPTER oguhgguughggugh i could talk about him and his experiences for HOURS OGUGHGUGUH. Hi. I am NOT normal about him. Tho genuine, less vague answer is probably just. Like. His personality? Like he is SUCH a good dad and i just wanna see him and Weasel Kid bond post-game yknow??? But also like. His entire life is the wastes, people wanting to kill him and his son around every corner, yet he still tries and avoid violence whenever possible?? I dont know if it's more of a genuine pacifist thing or if he doesnt want his son to experience all this death, but like. I kinda wanna lean towards the second option considering how quickly he resorted to killing and shooting on sight when Rocky wasnt there. And I know thats mainly bc of trauma and determination to get to his kid but. I mean. Shooting Jeremiah in the chest was NOT necessary. Anyways also hes silly and goofy and I love him <3

Least favourite thing about him:

Maybe not about HIM specifically but like. I wish the mind control serum was explored more?? Like it kinda feels like a useless plot. Yes it triggered Carla's hardcore mod, but unless she or Sado were in contact with Reggie and Jeremiah somehow, then that mod could've just...been triggered differently. And like. It's mostly Sado's actions that drive him to that brink of insanity. I cant remember if Jeremiah told him to go to the inn, but the ONLY reason i can see the MC Serum being important is just to get him to the inn. other than that. He joins in on the ritual because he thinks it'll get Rocky back. He's already a player character, he doesnt NEED to be controlled by the player. And also I think the potential of him being the dead body up during Junior's lil assistance section of VG2 is unexplored

Favourite Line:

Not even the full line, but. Mayhap. I quote it all the time. (Full line is something like "Can't fit in there. Someone smaller, mayhap" idk I'm not pulling up the game to find it) Mayhap mayhap mayhap. Hes so silly I love him <3333

brOTP:

Again, I think he and Weasel Kid should have a father-son dynamic, as seen in one of my fics. They both lost what the other is, and I just mmmmm!!!!

OTP:

My number of Rust ships is. Low. Admittedly. But him with Bryce and/or Lazarus <3

nOTP:

Obviously The Hex has like 10 fans, and the number of Rust ships is. Low. But I'm just gonna say the obvious notps; Weasel Kid, Sado, or Rocky. Thank fucking god this fandom is small because weirdos would use Lionel's voice line about never figuring out Rust and Rockys exact bond as an excuse for proshitting. So. Yay small fandom moment <3

Random Headcanon:

I dont know how random BUT while in the Wastes, he's fairly thin and doesn't eat much, only eating up to half of their food rations, often less, saving the rest for Rocky. But he had slight muscle to make up for it, because I'm sure carrying around supplies and a bigass shot gun all day every day + walking all day every day at least builds up SOME muscle. Once he gets to the inn, however, he loses his gun and doesn't walk around too much. After all, the inn is MUCH smaller than the wastes. So, he ends up losing muscle. Not to mention he's probably eating less (especially after the possibility of fully coming to terms with what happened to his son), so. He grows thinner. Though he DOES go down a road of recovery (probably with Bryce's help tbh, knowing how Bryce is) and ends up regaining some body fat! He eventually gets healthy enough that he slowly develops a bit of a dad bod :-) I wanted to draw out this hc but couldn't get the anatomy to look right so I forgot about it, but I am VERY happy I get to ramble about it now <3

Unpopular Opinion:

There are like 2 or 3 other people who talk about Rust enough for ANY sort of 'popular' opinion to form. So. That sucks. Does him being the skeleton in the GameWorks base count? Can I say he's smart just not conventionally smart? Like he can hotwire a car and picked up some German thanks to a certain nuclear sandworm and can aim with perfect accuracy despite having poor vision, but he can't read or do math or write or-

Song I associate with them:

I. Have an entire playlist for him. Whoopsies. ANYWAYS. Grief from The Devil's Carnival (ive never listened to the musical i just found it in a playlist a while back) and Still Here by Digital Daggers. Mostly Grief tho. But like. It's from Sado's perspective about Rust. If that makes sense

Favourite Picture of them:

His steam emoji <33333

It looks even goofier on my phone bc of how blurred it is

[djarinova]

summer skin

din djarin x reader

words: 2.3k

summary: you, din and the child land on a warm planet. that's basically the entire plot

warnings: kissing, fluff, tired!din, I think that's it

a/n: honestly idk what this is, it started off as a pining fic but then i said fuck it and ditched that idea. also I think this is gender neutral. ending is kinda abrupt but that just means I might be able to write a part 2 eventually

“How long will we be here for?” You called out, as you reached the top of the ladder.

Making your way towards the cockpit, you were already beginning to feel the rise in temperature coming from whatever planet you were about to land on. Leaning against the doorway, you awaited an answer from your pilot. 

“A couple of days. Maybe less.”

You hum in response, indicating that you heard Din’s answer. He glances back towards you, over his shoulder, and you give him a small smile in return. With a tilt of his helmet Din turns back, his attention now focused towards landing the crest. 

Your eyes follow him. The movements of his gloved hands. The way they seem to effortlessly glide across the crest’s controls, pulling levers and pressing seemingly random buttons. You watch, with a hand firmly gripping the sturdiest part of the wall you could find, careful not to fall over, as he navigates the ship safely downwards. His beskar glinting and gleaming in the sun. Admiration written plainly on your face. 

You blush when you realise you've been staring at him again. Lowering your head before he turns around. You find yourself watching him so frequently, it has become sort of a habit. 

You watch him while he pilots and while he plays with the kid. You find yourself enamoured by him. You watch him when he's fixing parts of the crest, the way he works so delicately and deliberately. He manages to mesmerize you, just from doing the most mundane actions. You're surprised he doesn't catch your eyes on him more often.

“While I'm gone could you make sure the kid stays out of the cockpit.” You raise your head at the sound of Din’s voice, finding him stood just a few steps away. You hadn't heard him stand. Too lost within your thoughts. “With the sun radiating in through the windows it'll heat up fast in here.”

“Of course, although he'll most likely be napping the majority of the time anyway.” You say with a smile. 

You hear Din chuckle at your response. “That sounds about right.” 

He closes the distance between the two of you, and places one of his gloved hands on your cheek. You look at his visor, smiling, and place your hands upon his chest. 

“And watch yourself near the walls of the crest, the metal will be a lot hotter than we're used to. And-”

“Din”, you interrupt him before he can get too carried away with his warnings, “we'll be fine.” You paused. “I'll be fine.”

You feel him sigh beneath your hands. “I don't like leaving the two of you alone.” 

“You won't be gone for long, besides, I'm more worried about you than I am about us. We'll be somewhat cool inside the crest, but what about you? All that beskar…” You trail off. 

Din removes his hand from your cheek, and takes your two hands in his. He slowly rubs circles across the underneath of your knuckles. The fabric of his gloves almost tickled your skin. Leaving goosebumps in their wake. 

“Oh cyar'ika”, he pauses, “please don't worry about me, okay?” He squeezes your hands. “I'll be sure to take as many drink breaks as I can, I promise.”

You smile, loving how he was able to anticipate your next words, before you even had the chance to say them. 

“I love you.” 

Din rests his helmet gently against your forehead as he replies. “Ni kar'taylir darasuum gar.” 

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“Hey little man, you feeling okay?” 

The child coos in response, reaching his arms towards you, as you rummage through the refrigerator in the crests kitchen. You turn around to see him waiting patiently for you, sitting down next to the only fan you could find in the entirety of the ship. 

“I know it's hot kid, but you've got your fan and your cool summer clothes on and- aha! I found it! We've got fresh, chilled juice. Especially for you!”

He coos even louder at that, waving his arms in the air, and making grabby hands towards the juice. You take out two cups, and pour the juice out. Walking over and placing his cup into his tiny green hands, you give his ear a quick tickle, earning a small giggle from the child, before you walk back towards the kitchen and pick up your own cup. Immediately you begin to feel cooler, just at the touch of the cup on your skin. 

Once the two of you finish, you tidy up, washing the two cups in the small sink. 

“What did you want to do n-?” You cut yourself off. Upon turning back towards Grogu, you find him lightly snoring, and leaning precariously against one of the many boxes scattered about the floor of the crest. 

“Oh, I see.” You laugh to yourself, taking a moment to observe how peaceful he looks, before gently taking him into your arms. 

Making your way out of the kitchen, you carry Grogu through the crest, and towards his cot. You place him down, being sure not to cover him with any extra blankets, lest he get too overheated. With a soft kiss on his forehead, you leave him to rest. Still marvelling to yourself at how he even managed to fall asleep in this heat. 

Once you get back in the kitchen, you move the fan onto the table, and sit yourself down in front of it, allowing the breeze to gently flow over your face. You slowly close your eyes, stretching your palms out across the table. The refreshing breeze, coupled with the chill metal finally dousing some of the fire you felt since arriving on this planet. Only 11 hours ago. 

Thud. 

You open your eyes abruptly at the sudden noise. Looking around in confusion, trying to find the source. You blink away the stars that threaten to engulf your vision, you must have screwed your eyes too tightly. 

The hatch begins to open, and you sigh inwardly, relieved that the thud had just come from Din opening the hatch. You smile as he enters the crest, feeling at ease for the first time all day. 

“Hi.” You say with a smile, turning in your chair so that you can face Din. The back of the chair now rests against your side, your arms coming down from on top of the table to rest in your lap, as you await Din’s reply. 

“How were things today? Did the child behave?” 

The lack of a greeting from Din doesn't go unnoticed by you, nor does the sound of his voice. Quiet. Tired. Worn out. 

“Everything was good, very uneventful on our end. The heat must have worn Grogu out though.” You say, watching as Din moves about the crest. “He's sleeping at the moment.”

Din doesn't respond, instead he moves to sit on one of the boxes Grogu was leaning against earlier. With a tilt of your head you watch in silence as Din begins to remove his armour. You scan his movements for any injury or damage, but see none. 

Relieved, you stand and make your way towards Din. Stopping just a few steps away from him, you wait to see if he'll acknowledge your presence in front of him. 

When he continues his movements, now almost fully out of his beskar, you frown. 

“Din”, you begin gently, “Look at me.”

But he made no heed to your words, choosing instead to start cleaning his beskar. You watch him from above, understanding now how drained he must feel. His actions speaking volumes to you, despite him staying silent. 

“No. Din, stop.” You continue, adding more force to your words now, trying to gain his attention. 

You place your hand on his shoulder and he finally seems to see you. You hear him sigh through the modulator of his helmet, as you begin to rub circles on his shoulder. 

“It's okay, I can do this for you.” You say, referring to the cleaning of his armour. “I want you to go to the refresher for me, okay?”

“But-” Din starts. 

“No.” You cut him off. “You've been outside all day, doing Maker knows what. Even someone as skilled as you is bound to get exhausted in this heat. So go. You need to cool yourself off.” 

You stop your movements on Din’s shoulder, and step backwards, giving him room to stand. But when he makes no move to leave, you grab his hands and pull him up yourself. 

“Go”, you say with a smile, “I'm serious.”

You hear Din chuckle lightly, and you know you've won. Taking a seat on the box Din just vacated, you pick up where he left off. Cleaning and polishing all his beskar while you wait for him to come back. 

You hum contently as you finish polishing the armour, now moving to stack it up neatly next to you. 

You hear a faint echo of footsteps approaching, causing you to stand, waiting for Din to arrive. You often find yourself waiting for Din, you muse. But he's never let you down, every time he's been away he always comes back. He always comes back to you. 

“Thank you.” Din’s words interrupt your thoughts, his voice no longer muffled by his helmet. 

You meet his eyes as you slowly move towards him. A shy smile on his face, as he rubs the back of his neck. 

“Do you feel better now?” You say with a grin. 

“Yes. Much.” Din copy's your smile, and you feel your heart burst just at the sight of him. You rarely get to see such a wide smile on his face, but you suppose, it has been a long day for him. Perhaps he's just tired. 

Usually he manages to keep himself more composed, hiding certain expressions, and feelings from you. He's getting better at being honest and open with you though, and compared to the start of your relationship you know you've both grown so much. But you're always thrilled when you get to see his beautiful smile. 

You sigh as you reach him, humming in response. As you bring your hands up to cup his face you feel his arms slide around your waist, pulling you closer to him. 

“I missed you.” You breathe, gently running your fingers across his cheeks. 

You feel Din’s fingers squeeze your waist as he brings his head down to rest against your forehead. 

“I missed you too.”

Your hands fall from his face, and rest against his chest, which is now covered in just an undershirt. The two of you stay like that for a few moments, just breathing each other in. You're both safe. You're both home. 

As the two of you pull apart, you snake your arms around his neck, and begin to play with the hair there. Curling it around your fingers and lightly pulling it. 

Din raises his eyebrow at you, knowing exactly what you're trying to do. But you smile innocently up at him, and continue. Now using your finger nails, you gently begin to scratch the back of his head. This earns you a low moan from Din, and you can't help but let out a small laugh. 

“Sorry.” You say, both of you knowing that you don't really mean it. 

Din rolls his eyes at you playfully, and leans down so that his lips rest against your ear. 

“I don't think you are.” He whispers. 

You feel his breath on your neck, and it sends shivers down your spine. Feeling nervous with anticipation, you realise your hands have stopped caressing the back of his neck. 

Din pulls away from your ear, and moves his lips to meet yours. You relax into the kiss, tightening your grip around the back of his neck, pulling him even closer to you. 

Din’s hands find their way from your waist to the hem of your shirt, fiddling with it. His fingers lightly grazing your skin, relishing in the feeling of how soft you are. You whimper slightly beneath his lips, his fingers are cold despite the temperature surrounding you. 

You pull away, and Din’s lips immediately find their way to your jaw. You sigh, loudly. Din lets out a low chuckle, and you feel the vibrations thrum throughout your body. 

Warmth begins to flood to your cheeks, as he pulls back and looks into your eyes. You give him a warm smile, and as your fingers once again begin to curl around his hair, you feel Din’s arms move around you, one gripping your waist firmly, the other resting against the back of your head. 

“You said the kid was asleep right?” Din says, with a slight smirk on his face. 

You nod, not daring to speak, as you're honestly not sure what noise would come out your mouth. Some sort of screech, you imagine. 

You see Din’s tongue run across his lower lip, as his eyes scan your face. Looking at you with such force you feel your knees tremble slightly. 

Maker. You love this man.

Your breath hitches in your throat as Din moves to kiss you again. This time with more passion. You can feel the desperation radiating from him in waves - his hands no longer delicate, his low groans filling the silence. 

Before you even have time to react, you feel Din’s hands on your thighs, moving to rest just above your knees. He abruptly hoists you up, and you wrap your legs around his waist almost without thinking. His hands are now settling on your body, one on your lower back, the other on your ass. 

You squeak in surprise as Din starts walking towards the living quarters the two of you share. 

“What are you-” 

“Might as well make the most of the time we have, before the little womp rat wakes up.” He says with a smirk. 

[i-write-sometimes-blog]

Cold Eyes (Dark Rey x Reader) [Part 12]

Summary: After Rey opened up with you she is still conflicted with your words and you discover an even softer yet passionate side of her.

Words: 3, 250

Warning: slight smut, not descriptive. And not really good to be honest. awful to be honest

A/N: why did this take me so long? And why is it easier to write smut without fearing screwing the plot? Idk but enjoy. Please pretend you didn't know this was coming.

No nightmares. For the first time in a very long time there were no terrifying images hunting you in your sleep, no painful screams rumbling in your ears, no the dreadful pain that came after. The nightmares were gone, all thanked to the woman who originally caused and starred them. Instead of hurt you like it always happened in your dreams she held your body in a delicate and protective way that allowed you to have some rest, real rest in months.

But now her warmth was gone, leaving you alone under the cold sheets. Half asleep you searched for her on the other side of the bed finding only the memories of the previous night. It was still hard to believe she was there talking with you just like the old times and it made a warm sensation filled your body.

“I see you’re already awake.” you heard Rey said while you were finishing getting ready for a new day in Mustafar. She was on the doorway with a soft smile on her lips.

“Sorry, I know we had training this morning” you told her “Won’t happen again.”

“No, it’s fine. Don’t worry” she said “I had some… work to do anyways.” she said as her eyes darted at her hands, you didn't need to ask what she was talking about you knew what she did. “I have a tactical meeting, can you come with me?” she asked.

“I’m not sure your generals want me there.” you said to her “Specially Hux.”

“I don’t care if they don’t want you, I want you. And you’re my apprentice, therefore they should respect you as much as me.” she told you and you smiled for a moment “I’m going to make sure they understand that. Now, come on.” she told you offering you a hand and after a brief moment you took it.

"Okay" you murmured.

How strange was it to hold her hand as you walked through the dark hallways of the fortress. It seemed so childish in this time of war, and yet it was a really simple action that denoted such affection, you liked it.

Eventually you made it to the meeting room where at least a dozen of generals and commanders waited patiently for their leader, some of them shivered in fear when they saw her stepping into the room. She let go of you to take her place in the head of the table but pointed one of the chairs for you to use.

“Shall we begin?” she said rather serious, a woman stood on her feet and activated the hologram table that revealed a system, some planets had the First Order’s on them, their conquest probably.

Across the table you felt an intense glance laying on you. General Hux stayed focused on you, watching your every move, his green stare letting you know how much he distrusted you. When he noticed your the killer stare you gave him back he grinned at you before he turned his attention back to the matters the meeting was discussing.

****

It was already night when you headed to your room, hoping to have a rest after the long and tedious day, already wondering if Rey would come this time just like she did the day before but probably not, you haven’t seen her after the meeting, she was out on a mission or so she told you moments before you saw her disappearing into a dark ship.

As you approached to your room you noticed a couple of stormtroopers waiting for you outside the door. They rose their weapons as a greeting, the same way they greet a general or even the Supreme Leader herself when they saw you. One of them spoke before you could asked them something.

“Supreme Leader asked us to take you to your new quarters, Miss.” the female voice under the helmet. It was still very strange for you to be treated as a superior, specially by the troopers that you used to fight.

“Why’s that?” you asked perplexed.

“We don’t know, Miss. Just following orders.” the other trooper, a voice that sound rather like a teenage boy told you.

“Lead the way.” you said to him and both of them started to march guiding you to your new room, why? You expected a cell, you’ve been in one before and you stayed there for a quite amount of time but there was a reason way. Now, now was different, you didn't know why would she wanted to change your room or where. This was nothing compared with what you expected as the troopers stopped in front of Rey’s personal chambers.

The soldiers gave you a small bow with their heads before leaving you in front of the big heavy metal hatch that opened slowly before you.

“Y/N” you heard Rey inside the room “Come in, please.” she said and you stepped inside. The room was incredibly big and yet so empty, a big bed was pretty much what was there. Rey was watching outside a big window that revealed the dangerous landscape of the planet.

“You’re back.” you said.

“Easy target,“ she told you “didn’t like the planet, a desert.” you nodded understanding why she came back so soon but didn’t realized how much of an effect it had on her until now. She was quiet, distant, lost on her thoughts as she kept staring at the big window. Rey looked at your for a moment, you were still standing close to the door that closed immediately after you were inside.

“Your room was so small” she told you changing the subject, answering a question that never left your lips. “I thought you’d be better here, with me.” she said returning her sight to the window, she looked beyond affected by this mission.

“Thanks” you said and she nodded slowly, her eyes never meeting yours, you felt the need to make sure everything was right with her even if she was the big bad woman you still hated to see her upset. “Something’s bothering you, Rey. What is it?” you asked softly. You noticed her jaw clenching as she swallowed uneasily.

"I've been thinking" she said looking at the vast darkness in front of her, the red of the lava seemed to trace deadly figures on the ground. "in what you said. I can't stop thinking about those questions, I don't know why, they just keep repeating I'm my head" she told you.

"What do you mean?" You asked confused, many things had happened recently and so quickly.

"A few days ago, you asked me if I regret my actions. Never really answered you."

You remembered the fight that day after the training, you asked her if she felt any remorse of what she had done, that time seemed to be a very long time ago in way different circumstances.

"I do" she continued "I regret a lot of it, but there was not other way."

"There's always another way, Rey" you murmured glancing at her.

She gave you a humorless laugh and then she looked outside the big window again. "You know what's funny? I never considered Jakku my home, it was just sand everywhere and bad people doing whatever it took to survive another day… and maybe it's what I regret the most."

You observed her, the way she was struggling with her words and she kept admiring the dark sky full of stars.

"It was a horrible place, but it was the only home I ever knew" she said, you caught a single tear running down her face that she rushed to clean away. "Sometimes I watch at the sky and imagine it's still there but I know it's not" she gulped trying to contain the lump in her throat "I destroyed it" she looked at you then as a new tear watered her cheek "and I destroyed yours too, Y/N"

Quietly you moved next to her, you felt her eyes laying on you as you were standing next to her. You glanced outside for a moment, to the sky and the void where you supposed your home planet used to be and sighed.

“Feels so strange to watch at the stars knowing it’s no longer there.” you told her as you keep staring at the emptiness of the space.

“Did you had family there?” she asked doubting a bit though she already knew the answer. You gave her a tiny nod and swallowed hard before you rose your voice again.

“My father was a mechanic, he taught me everything I know” you spoke as slowly and calm as your body allowed you. “And mom was a pilot, one of the best I’ve ever know” you told her trying to remember their faces, but you had left them a very long time ago and the memories were blurred.

“And I killed them.” Rey said as she silently cried, her voice was serious and yet there was pain in her too as if every one of your words felt like a dagger on her chest. You had the only thing she ever wished for and she took it away from you. A family. “You have all the rights to hate me after everything I’ve taken from you, I understand it now, Y/N” she told you.

“I don’t hate you” you told her, Rey turned her head in surprise but it was you who was more surprised by your own words. She gave you a bittersweet look.

“I’m in a war with your friends, who used to be mine too.” she added “I held you as a prisoner and I killed not only your family but the whole planet” she said as the tears pooled on her eyes “Why wouldn’t you hate me?”

That was a big question, one you haven’t really ask yourself until this moment. You didn’t need her to remind you the terrible things she had done, you’d probably never forget them and still you didn’t hate her, you couldn’t, not even after all you’ve been through, you were still seeing her as the girl who stole your heart a long time ago in a planet very different from this.

You couldn’t deny the dreadful things her actions caused, not even tried to justify them or thought on forget them, you knew sometimes she looked like a whole different person rather like a monster but deep down she was the same scared girl from Jakku and right now she was next to you sobbing slightly.

“I thought it was clear.” you looked back at this journey and it wasn’t nor an easy one nor short either, felt like years had passed and not even that could erase the feelings for her that were buried deep inside you, covered by the fear and the pain. “You mean so much to me, Rey.” you confessed “I’m in love with you, since the first day you came into my life.” the words left your mouth with honesty and yet your were surprised to admitted it, the first time you confessed your feeling for her was in this same fortress a long time ago.

“The Rey you fell in love is gone, Y/N.” she told you. Carefully you cupped the side of her face, softly cleaning the tears off her face with your thumb.

“No, she is still here and I’m looking at her right now.” you murmured as her hazel eyes admired you for a moment, filled with a mix of emotions that made your heartbeat race a little. Hesitating you leaned closer to her, lips closer to hers for a few seconds before capturing her lips carefully, you kissed her sweetly almost shyly for a moment.

Then you broke away just enough to see her reaction, she kept her eyes closed enjoying the ghost of your lips on hers. When she opened them again you saw astonishment over them as well as tenderness and even for a moment you thought it was love what made her eyes shimmer softly.

She couldn't find proper words to express how much your action meant to her, what it made her feel. She didn't know who to trust in a world of liars and yet your kiss felt real, authentic.

She leaned to brush your lips again, long and delicately while her arms slowly wrapped around your waist pulling you close to her body making you smile between kisses, you enjoyed her closeness, her warmth against your body. A warm shiver ran down your spine when her lips traveled to your jaw and then to you neck, leaving subtle kisses there as well that made you softly gasp.

“Rey” you softly whimpered as she found that sweet spot in the side of her neck and you could feel her smirking against your skin, delighted with the way her name sounded in your lips. But still she stopped her work on you for a moment, a bit of shyness in her voice.

"Sorry" she said "we can just leave this here, if you want"

"No" you mumbled with a smile "I want this." You assured her and gently guided her lips back to your own kissing them passionately as every cell of your body started to urge to meet more of this woman.

You felt your body warming up with every move of her lips on your skin, feeling the need in you growing with each passing moment that seemed like a dream for you.

Kisses became deeper, faster, filled with desire. The gently touches became more intense, eagerly pulling each other’s bodies close until you couldn’t resist more the growing need inside you and the heat between your thighs, a longing to meet her skin, never really realize how touch starved you both were until this moment. You wanted her and you wanted her now. You guided her towards the big bed on the other side of the room, and she seemed so surprised with the unspoken invitation you gave her.

“Are you sure?” she murmured inches away from your lips.

“More than sure.” you told her and a big lustful grin curved her lips and suddenly she didn't seemed shy anymore but way more passionate.

"As you wish, then" she said, a big smirk on her face as her hands roamed gently over your body, tracing figures as they traveled down your back fastly working on your clothes and moments later they laid messily across the floor.

You wanted to help her out, take her out of the long dress she that covered her body, clumsy hands wandered over her back searching for a way to free her body. Rey gave you a small laugh, you were sure she enjoyed the way you were looking so desperately for her.

The moment later the black dress fell to the ground gracefully pooling around her feet leaving her vulnerable and defenseless in front of you, you admired her slim figure covered only by a few pieces of cloth that you were already yearning to take off too.

She crawled on top of your and she gave you a glance full of love before her eyes scanned your exposed body her features filled with desire as she that only made your cheeks flushed red

“You're beautiful, Y/N” she murmured staring down at you before she captured your lips once again hungrily making small whimpers leave your lips.

“And so you are.” you mumbled between kissed,

“But I’m going to make you feel way more beautiful” she told you with a smirk darkened with lust she started to make her way down you body taking her time to leave little pink marks all over your body, from your neck to your breast where she sucked gently and careful on them making you gasp and moan before she keep her way to the middle of your body.

Her hot breath in the lower of your abs made you shiver as her hand went teasingly over your heated core massaging in circles carefully torturing. She stared at you as with such intensity that ignited every hidden passion in you as your chest rose and fell each time faster.

“Rey!” you breathed out as your hips bucked up urging for her touch.

Skilled fingers moved gently in you already heated core as she traced delicate figures in an intoxicating rhythm that poisoned your body with a new wave of pleasure with each stroke and every caress and eventually turned you into a whining mess. She kept you steady into the mattress, hearts thundering, breathe quickening a your combined moans and groans filled the big room completely with the sounds of the lover’s ballad.

A few weeks, even a few days ago the simple idea of this would have seen rather crazy for you, blinded for your pain and fear you wanted to be as far from this woman as possible but now you yearned to feel her closer. Now things had changed, after she opened up with you you couldn’t see her as an enemy but as the woman you once fell in love with. This girl who were taking you closer and closer to your high. Having her between your thighs was the most beautiful image you’ve ever seen and it pleased your senses more than you've ever felt before.

Your high took the breath from your lungs, you could hear yourself calling out her name as your fingers grasp into her hair as the waves of pleasures spreaded all over your body in an euphoric moment.

Slowly she kissed her way up your still shaking body taking care of the sensitive spots on your thighs, your belly and your neck until she finally met your lips again and let you taste yourself before she smiled down at you, with her messy hair and panting on top of you as she admired you with such tenderness in her eyes that made you fall once again for her.

****

Calmed down and with your heartbeat and breath finally coming back down to normal, you laid just a little later huddled up to Rey’s side beneath the dark blankets, you looked at her with a content smile as you softly ran your hand through her soft hair.

"Y/N" she muttered.

"Mm?" You hummed.

"I know this isn't enough and it may mean nothing but… I'm sorry, really" she said looking uneasily at you.

"About…"

"Everything" she cut you off "all the terrible things I've done to you, I'm sorry." She murmured.

She was right, apologizing wouldn't solve anything, nor bring back all those people back to life. The things she did you knew you could never forget or at least it would take time. But it was a start.

You gave her a tiny nod accepting her words.

"The other day in the battlefield I made you a promise, Y/N" she muttered laying a hand on your cheek.

"Yeah, I remember" you told her and you did remember the day she saved you from those troopers.

"I mean it" she said caressing your face "I won't let anyone hurt you again." She told you sincerely. For a moment you just stared at her as a warm sensation grew in your chest. You closed the distance between you to pull her into a sweet delicate kiss before you shifted a little closer to her feeling how your tired body started to melt in her arms and soon you were asleep.

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[phoebehalliwell]

tropes you wish we'd seen in Charmed? for me, I can't believe we didn't get a decent amnesia plot. just imagine some unassuming demon of the week erasing the sisters' memories and scattering them around the country, and the episode(s) is them trying to figure out who they are and where they got these awesome powers, all while slowly drifting back toward SF and each other. hell, that could have been an awesome s8 rather than what we got. damn it, now I'm gonna write it.

hmm that’s a good question i feel like charmed really had multiple different ways they could have swung an amnesia plot i think that also could have been a really well maybe not good but like a really way to bring back prue like oh she’s not dead lmao her mind’s just been wiped and she’s halfway across the country like it would have been like full network drama vibes but like. much 2 think about lmao. actually if you were doing that have that be your s3 finale where no one dies and they’re all just scattered and have paige end up being this missing link that helps them all find each other get back to where they’re supposed to be then when you kill of one of them have it revealed paige is the long lost sister boom. wallah.

i think as far as like tropes i kinda wish we would have gotten is sorta like this kind of “avengers assemble” bringing together the squad type trope which is a bit of a two-parter because i really wish they had like a squad. like they would sometimes references asking the leprechauns or nymphs for help or whatever but i’m talking like a proper squad squad. homies that make the thanksgiving cut. darryl, sheila, & henry would be like the mortal portion of the squad with darryl & henry obvi having connections to the police department and we have like no info on sheila meaning we could also have her do something relevant and cool i’d also love to see paige’s gay punk rock co-worker from like that one episode you know from like social services hell even her boss mr. cowan i’d love to see those guys also make some kinda cool contribution just 4 funsies. on the magical side i would have loved loved loved to see these guys be friends with witches i mean come on. i think if paige and richard never dated or even if they did but they didn’t tank the storyline i think the montana line could have been great allies i think that could have been fun i think had kyle not been so um. like you know kind of Like That if he had just toned it back a couple notches and then still died i would have loved to see him as a connection to the halliwells as well i also love the idea of him coming to the charmed ones with like a hey check this out and phoebe having the exact same attitude to him that she had when he was alive and he’s like i don’t know why we’re doing this i’m literally a whitelighter like can u get past this i died to save the world okay and phoebe’s like no i still don’t trust you so much that it becomes a bit where if kyle’s not in the room phoebe will be like no he’s super smart and capable i would trust him with my life but if he is in the room she only ever refers to him as brody and tries to poke holes in his various plans. you know what enemies to lovers phoebe x kyle think about it amirite lads let’s think about it. while i’m mentally in season 7 kyra would have also made a great addition to their squad for like obvious reasons. who doesn’t want psychic charisma carpenter around? obviously billie would be in the squad bc like. duh. but maybe we can handle that whole thing better because i really didn’t like the whole dynamic there between any of them at all like it was like mentor/mentee but it felt like none of them wanted to be there and then billie really wanted to be there but like it was all just it was sloppy. but if it wasn’t. billie is in the squad. and just to like. idk have the big bad of season 8 not be two twenty somethings with anxiety and childhood trauma but rather have it be some you know proper giant threatening Big Bad where they need to call on all the resources they have for some giant team up like yeah. that’s what i would have wanted to see.

[evangelineartemiasamos]

do you mind elaborating on why you are anti bri/jame? no worries if you don't want to talk about it. i myself first read their riverlands arc as a redemption arc for J and an internal honor arc for both of them rather than a romantic one, then i saw that a lot of people shipped it. so i'm always interested in seeing why people have stronger opinions on the ship (both pro and anti) than i do. - maxine

Don’t worry, this is fine. Indeed, I’d like to talk about them, so thanks for asking.

Note that my opinions are based on when I read the books 7 years ago, so a) my memories are bound to be vague, and b) I never gave the show version of them a shipping chance.

My foremost reason why I don’t ship them is because Jaime treats Brienne like shit. He insults her aloud and in his head and I don’t abide this kind of bullying, least of all the concept of from bully to lover. No bullying victim deserves this, and I think only someone who wasn’t bullied can imagine not only to forgive a bully, but also to fall in love with them. But that’s just me. I don’t think a bullying victim can ever fully trust their bully (again) which is necessary for love. It’s hard for bullying victims to trust people in general, and Jaime cuts into the very same wounds Brienne already had to deal with for years. So it’s good that he changes, but that is only basic human decency, not romance. I mean, look at Tormund in the show. He admires Brienne from the start and supports her. I don’t remember for sure if his behaviour is always appropriate (ID, whether his behaviour borders on sexual harassment), but his affection is what I think someone like Brienne needs. So this is why I couldn’t see Jaime and Brienne in a romantic light from the start.

Another point, which is somewhat different to the first, is that I think their morals are incompatible. Their contrast is well-written and was a good idea for the story and character development, but I see it mostly as this: a plot device. I like how Jaime and Brienne display different aspects of chivalry to explore its meaning and, in my opinion, to undermine it. Jaime is seen as the perfect knight because he comes from the right family, has the right job, great fighting skills and looks good. But all of these traits are shallow and have nothing to with chivalry and moral behaviour or with Jaime as a person, who is indifferent, self-serving, biased, weak-willed, ruthless and living in an adulterous, incestuous (and traitorous) relationship. And while he is praised for his superficially “good” traits, he is reviled for the one thing he did out of convinction it was the morally right deed for the greater good - killing Aerys. I find him very interesting for this, because he embodies so well the main message of moral ambiguity in ASOIAF. Jaime follows his own opinions, but the problem is that he has so few. He could be willing to subvert Westerosi conventions if he cared enough and dared to act, but like everyone else, he is still bound by rules too. Or rather he lets himself be ruled and manipulated by Cersei and Tywin as he’s too coward to really go his own way and rather remains in toxic relationships. But as the story progresses, the image the reader can make of him is quite fluid because he has a lot of potential that is used in the story. And then, not only our image of him changes, but also Jaime himself.

Brienne, on the other hand, behaves according to the actual chivalric code and is willing to follow it no matter what. She doesn’t let herself be stopped by conventions saying no to her and for that, she faces a huge amount of backlash. Brienne is how a knight should be, but society doesn’t accept her because she doesn’t fit the perfect, superficial image like Jaime (for being female in a misogynistic world). You might think that is admirable, and in a way, I agree. But it also means that Brienne behaves in a very dogmatic way, refusing many ways act right from the start because she can’t unite them with her naive dream of ideal chivalry. It doesn’t exist, and so Brienne fails. Often. The world throws rocks at her again and again and she hardly thinks of changing and adapting.

Chivalry is the most important thing to Brienne but it is also what harms her as society has lost and forgotten the meaning of chivalry. I can understand that she holds on to it to keep going, but that doesn’t mean that I have to like that. In my opinion, Martin is trying to say that chivalry is dead because it’s lost its meaning, so people have to find their own ways to do the right thing instead of clinging to something outlived. That idea appeals to me a lot, I have to admit. Brienne isn’t willing to reform her concept of chivalry although it’d would help her to protect herself. This might be my petty streak, but I would’ve respected someone more who realizes the flaws fo their beliefs and yet finds a method to integrate them into a more prolific way of life. Brienne’s behaviours irks me.

I think the dynamic of Sansa and Sandor deals with similar fallible assumptions of knighthood, but displays more nuance in the way Sansa reacts to her fracturing beliefs and learns from that.

I believe an appeal of Brienne and Jaime’s dynamic lies in changing him and less her. In a way, Jaime slowly learns to care for a stranger he starts with being as indifferent to as to nearly everyone else. That is pretty big for Jaime amd sparking his further development, but not a future romance (losing his hand also plays a role here of course, as it means that he too loses his perfect knight image and has to reevaluate how to embody knighthood). Brienne works as a role model he needed to change, but this development is unequal. IDK, I think their characters arcs are more about finding themselves instead of the other. So far as the books go, this dynamic doesn’t evolve. They’re two people who came to respect one another, nothing more. I don’t see him and Brienne suddenly walking down the romantic route together because they’re going in different ways. Of course, you might say they are going in similar ways because Jaime takes Brienne’s chivalry to heart, but that doesn’t erase all the shit he has done. He’ll have to face the consequences without hiding behind his family and his image and I don’t believe Brienne will follow there. She might listen, but I rather see her as his (fair) judge than someone who falls for him despite everything.

And all in all, I hate the sheer heteronormativeness of the ship. “Oh, we have a woman and man going through a quest and many dangers together and while they quarrle and get to know and grow fond of each other, so surely it has to mean they’ll fall in love!!” Eww, no thanks. As I elaborated above, Jaime merely learns not to be an arrogant ass and to treat someone who isn’t part of his esteemed disgusting family with decency and respect. Furthermore, Jaime isn’t even ready to be in another romantic relationship because while he doesn’t know how he feels for Cersei, he does know that he still feels too close to her. When I read the books, I tried to ignore any hints there might be a romance between Brienne and Jaime, and that worked because their interaction is platonic and should be allowed to remain so. Being an anti is more about many in the fandom wanting to see them together while I can’t stand the idea.

[kazsbrecker]

can you tell me more about your got ocs!!! i'm legit so curious like i need to know everything!!!!

Thank you so much for this ask!! GoT is slowly taking over my life with the final season coming up and what started off as a little plot bunny is now a full-fledged series and my response is under a read more because I have too many ideas and don’t know how to give a short reply

This madness all began with the first protagonist: Alyssa Snow. I’ve already answered a few questions about her: here. But I love talking about my girl, who suffers so much, even in the first episode because of all the changes that happen in the wake of the King’s arrival: Robb and Mallarie’s wedding, Robert’s instance that Alyssa comes to King’s Landing with Ned, and Bran’s fall. Alyssa feels a lot of guilt about Bran, he is the younger sibling she is closest to and she is the one who taught him how to climb trees in the Godswood even though she disapproved of him climbing the actual castle. It doesn’t help that Catelyn will blame her as well, who’s scorn has always had a deeper effect on Alyssa than Jon (because of a small but significant event in their past). While she would usually find comfort in her brothers, Robb and Jon, they are all being forced apart by circumstances. When they were children, the three of them stood before the heart tree and made promises to each other, like Robb promised Alyssa he would never send her away from Winterfell, Jon promised Alyssa and Robb he would always protect them, Alyssa promised to be there for them. They’re the ultimate brotp I love them. It hurts Alyssa a lot that these promises are being broken and she actually fights with Jon about it when he decides to join the Night’s Watch, which is going to have some lasting impacts in the greater stage of the story.

Mallarie Lannister/Stark. Idk what to tag her names as because each surname is very significant. And that basically sums up Mallarie’s character arc: her transitioning alliances from the Lannisters to the Starks, but it takes a long time. Mallarie is the most Lannister to ever Lannister. Mallarie’s mother was Myrcella Lannister, who was Cersei’s cousin, closest friend, and lady in waiting. Shortly after Cersei’s firstborn died, Myrcella died giving birth to Mallarie. In her grief, Cersei decides to become a mother figure to Mallarie as her own, and completely adored her. Mallarie grows up loving the game of thrones, and even though she is just a Lannister cousin (which causes some insecurity on her part, because she was treated like a princess by Cersei, but she’s not) she really wants a throne and power for herself. But then, Robert (and probably someone shady, like Littlefinger) decide it would be intelligent to establish a more permanent and immediate alliance between the Lannisters and the Starks, so Mallarie’s life is uprooted and she is sent to be Catelyn’s ward with the expectation she gets to know Robb and marry him when they come of age (this event happens about a year or two before the first episode).

At first, Mallarie absolutely despises the North. She’s never been farther north than the capital and it’s so so cold. She hates it, can’t stand the snow and she is completely separated from her family. She is a bit of a brat and her and Robb get off to the wrong foot when they first encounter each other. So the next two years are these idiots (and they are idiots, they are like 13/14) being bratty to each other (very much like Odette and Derek as children in that animated movie the Swan Princess). Meanwhile, Mallarie surprisingly immediately connects with Jon and Alyssa (especially Jon), understands how they feel like outsiders, part of a family yet not. Jon helps her learn how to really appreciate and come to love the north and its culture. But Mallarie and Robb finally come to actually be pleasant each other to marry when the King visits Winterfell. Marriage changes things for Mallarie and Robb and they will fall in love, but the honeymoon phase does not last long. Especially when letters from King’s Landing start arriving. Mallarie still holds a lot of love and loyalty for the Lannisters, especially Cersei, and she knows exactly what Tywin is capable of. She discourages Robb from war because she is afraid of the consequences. She finally gets her crown, but it may cost her everything. The war threatens Robb’s life and her relationship with him as she struggles to navigate between being Queen of the North (who is sorta distrusted by her own people because everyone always identifies her as Lannister) and being a wife to a husband who loves her but hates her family. She’s trying her best in an impossible situation and my heart breaks for her. Eventually, she’ll completely side with the Starks and the North, and use her Lannister mentality to good use.

Bonus: lost and only led by stars may get a third protagonist because I have no self-control and I’m already messing with canon so much, why not add another oc. Syrius Maegyr was born in Voltains to a nobleman of the Maegyrs and to Alys Reyne (the last surviving member of House Reyne of Castamere). He grew up very close to his mother, who taught him all about Westeros and his birthright in Castamere, stolen from him by the Lannisters, so he grows up despising the Lannisters. When he is older, he travels the free cities as an apprentice to a merchant, and in Qarth, he encounters Daenerys Targaryen. He is fascinated by her and her story, cannot help but to feel connected to her because of their similar stories: exiled with a destiny in Westeros. So he joins her court, intending to help her take back the Iron Throne as she helps him reclaim his family’s title and legacy. This guy was literally created three days ago so I don’t have much for him yet, but he’s really cool and I like him a lot.

Again, thank you for this ask! I really love answering questions about my ocs, so if you have any more, please feel free to ask. (Also we’ve never spoken but I think you’re really cool and super super talented. your gifs are stunning and your characters are all so awesome )

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Danganronpa: Dead Humanity

Can you imagine not knowing your identity? Being in a world where the concept of you doesn't exist? This is the reality of Ryo, who can't remember his surname or talent. He meets many other eccentric people called Ultimates, 17 others to be exact. Some notable faces are Akira Mari, the Ultimate Game Developer who he bonds with surprisingly quickly, and Tahiro Arezki, who seems to not want to admit their talent either... But that's not important right now! Currently Ryo and the other ultimates are stuck in a killing game (pretty sure it's Hope's Peak Academy) with best bear Upupupu of 2022, Monokuma! Will Ryo live, will Ryo die in the last chapter cause I doubt he will any earlier and he gives off some sketchy vibes so last chapter death makes sense? Read Danganronpa: Dead Humanity to find out!

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Read this now or Kara and Taima will come for your ankles. Actually no, Kara would stab your shins while Taima would chew off your ankles. There's a difference. But if you need more convincing (stay back Kara, now is not the time to stab shins), here's some reasoning as to why. First of all, the story. OH MY GOD THIS HAS SO MUCH STORY! I'm not going to spoil but instead of the mainline Danganronpa series where Despair Princess comes out of no where and screams at you the plot, you slowly learn about the plot due to a certain character. Second of all, the characters feel like they get development. These characters are eccentric of course but they feel realer in a way. Many of them have some sort of trauma that has shaped them in different ways. And with the killing game, it affects them in different ways. It's really interesting in my opinion and I like seeing this in fictional characters because many people have trauma. One last reason is the art. I love that this fangan has many CGs! Not pushing down fangans that don't but I find it really cool how they have so many CGs!

Spoilers and Predictions

Man I wish Hatsu died instead of Taima. Look, I'm sorry, I know this fits for Taima, but Hatsu's the only character I don't really like. I like everyone else though. In fact, you can see my thoughts and not my predictions since idk how many chapters there'll be (I swear I saw somewhere that there'd be 9 but idk where) about each one of them below.

Ryo: I really like Ryo! I love that in (Chapter 3, right?) he broke and almost stabbed Tahiro. It's really interesting to have a protagonist snap instead of obsessing about hope. Along with that, we have the added mystery of his identity! I think he'sa great protagonist but at the same time, I can't trust him. I feel like he has something to do with this game. Like, he wasn't supposed to be there, he's forgotten his identity, his friend was a friend with the Ultimate Scientist. I can't wait to find out how he plays into this!

Tahiro: I like Tahiro as a character! I'm a sucker for a good redemption arc and I love his. It's fun to see how he's growing from Modoro's and Suzaku's deaths. However, I have a feeling he has something to do with this game as well. Maybe he lost his eye as a result? After all, you don't get Ultimate Survivor for no reason. I don't think he's the traitor or mastermind but he had to have been on the run for a reason. He definitely has something to do with this.

Kagamiko: You. You are my favorite by far! I love Kagamiko! I love her story of learning that even if she's depressed, she should try to continue on for those who've died. I really like this message I think it's a really good one for those who are going through grief and those who can't think of a reason to survive.

Hatsu: She is for some reason my least favorite and I have no clue as to why. I think I just like everyone else more. She feels too nice. She's 100% going to kill someone. However, I don't hate her! Just my least favorite. Eh, I'm gonna watch SHSL Blaze's Danganronpa Dead Humanity streams soon to go over on how I feel about her (I edited this cause I originally felt like I was being too harsh to Hatsu and I don't want to criticize Jupiter for free work)

Yasuki: Okay, I love Yasuki as much as the next guy and I'm glad they're here, but I have this feeling that they're the traitor. Think about it. They don't have as much plot relevance or really anyone to survive for. They just feel suspicious. Because of this, I think Yasuki is one of the traitors. I love them though! I really like paranoid characters in killing games. Their reactions are usually a highlight for me.

Felix: Pretty funny character. He's both fucking hilarious and how he plays into the game. I can always get a good laugh out of them but I always wander what they know. I'd go on but I don't know how. I want to know how they play into this game besides being friends with the Ultimate Scientist but I am too stupid to figure out how.

Sam: Same thing as Felix. Sam is pretty funny to me which is something that I especially value in a character. But I'm pretty sure she's the mastermind. Like, she was friends with Nicolas, who seems to have been a traitor. Plus, there must have been a reason as to why Akira originally targeted her. Plus, it would be ironic to have the Ultimate Puppeteer be the Mastermind.

Asao: Man I love Asao! I like the silent type's in media but I truly feel like he's been developing since Kara's death. I don't really have that much else to say about him sorry.

(sorry for how lackluster the character reviews were but I had no clue on what else to do...)