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todtart · 3 years ago

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The Offer (Jacksepticeye x Reader)

Description: While spending the winter at a lighthouse for some extra money, Seán sees the image of a beautiful, glowing person dancing on the waves. Maybe the faeries his weird roommate talks about are real.

Notes: hello! this is my first jacksepticeye fic... hopefully it isnt too bad. ill admit its a really odd storyline and its not great but this is just kind of my writing style so idk what to say man lmao i promise i’ll get better the more i write WC: 3.2k

Nights like these heralded hoarfrost. Particles of ice that froze directly onto your skin, fed by the mist that sprang off waves colliding off the rocky sea shore. Once the storm passed––and he got a decent sleep––he would have to start removing the icicles off the catwalk with an ice ax.

Until then, he was content to stay well within the bounds of the lighthouse, far away from howling winds and bitter cold. There was little beauty in Ireland in the greyscale months.

Before bed the three lighthouse keepers ordered their shifts properly to ensure the light would always be kept running, even if it was impeded by the ice and snow. David would take the first shift, and Tawny the second, leaving Seán to wake early in the morning. By now alarms and loud sounds had grown deaf enough to each of them that it was easiest to be woken by the last person on guard, and with that in mind Seán collapsed in his bed, pulling the frigid covers up over his head in a weak attempt to mute the lighthouse horn.

Stupid fuckin' college, he thought to himself, grinding his teeth as he stared at the darkness around him. College had done nothing wrong––for the most part––and only earned his ire because he now lacked what it freely gave; heaters, mostly-quiet dorm rooms, and a variety of people. David and Tawny were nothing like him and nothing like each other, either, making the trio a rather awkward, unchoreographed mess of lighthouse caretakers. The only thing they all had in common was a desire for money and a place to stay.

Unfortunately for him, recording videos quickly became a fruitless endeavor due to the lighthouse horn that he hadn't realized existed. It blew once every minute and drowned out everything else; after a while, David, Tawny, and Seán learned when to take pauses in conversations just to avoid the horn. That made his six-month stay in the lighthouse seem like two years.

No matter––once the spring arrived he would be gone, and he was under no obligation to reenter the life of lighthouse living.

Tawny said once, while they were drinking coffee together, that the fae love the northern shores of Ireland. Fanad Head––the lighthouse he currently occupied––was staged on the northernmost tip of the island, so whenever he heard singing in the night, he imagined the fae walking through the paths in the woods unmarred by snow. Steps made of moss and permafrost, lined by vines weaved into ladders and the glowing lights of goblin lanterns. They weren't real, of course––he knew that much despite having heard voices in the night in his old cabin. The majority of Irish people didn't believe in them, but... you never wandered those paths, and you never left your home during the night. Not unless you wanted to die.

His eyes shot open as the voice creeped in, singing from outside the lighthouse. Somehow it managed to roar above the wind and snow, yet retained an element of softness, as though someone was humming the words in his ear. He didn't know what it was they said, but it was familiar; a form of Gaelic.

He tried to squeeze his eyes shut tight and curl up more, but the music called to him. Beckoned him out of his bed, pulled him out, and placed shivering feet upon the cold, stone floor. The feel of the floor was enough for him to shake out of the trance, and a moment later he was back to hiding beneath the covers.

No, no, he thought, shaking his head quickly. Don't fuck with the faeries.

The moment his eyes closed, it felt as though God gave him only two seconds to sleep before Tawny was shaking him awake.

"Seán –"

The horn blared.

"– it's your turn."

"Okay," he mumbled, clutching his sheets. "Give me a moment."

"Here."

Seán opened his eyes to Tawny holding a cup of steaming coffee in front of his face. A pleasant, lazy smile stretched across his face.

"Thanks," he said, giving her a nod as he sat up.

She offered a small smile before leaving his quarters.

The sun had yet to rise, still hidden behind thick clouds and late dawns. On his bedstand, the alarm clock quietly told him the time was 530, acting as the only light in the room besides the crack in the door. He groaned and rubbed his face with his palm before drinking from the mug.

His woolen gloves––sent by his mother––stuck to the icicles he was set to hacking off, letting the cold easily seep into his fingers. Overgrown clouds in the sky promised yet another storm, but nonetheless, until then, it was his duty to clean the lighthouse and ensure the sea was a little safer. The swinging of the ice ax was nothing in volume compared to the lighthouse horn, but he still flinched whenever the steel collided with the giant columns of ice.

A breath of air left him when the icicle fell to the catwalk floor, shattering into pieces. His breath left in a cloud and drifted into the sky.

"Fuck's sake," he mumbled, having barely moved enough to avoid getting his foot impaled.

Such close accidents must've happened to him a hundred times in the time he'd been here.

As his gaze darted from the lighthouse, to the clouds, and to the sea, he caught a glimmer of foam that nearly blinded him. It moved, glowed, in a way that the ocean never did––remaining on the edge of a wave that wouldn't move nor diminish.

It was dancing, and now he stared at it, losing sight of the rest of his surroundings. Growing winds nor sleet made it through his head despite pounding his skin.

The light from the lighthouse made yet another round, further illuminating what finally formed to be you––a humanoid creature whose body gleamed like it was made of pearls, obscuring your actual features. His mouth fell open. When the light passed, he could finally concentrate, and heard the Gaelic singing he remembered from hours ago.

"Holy shit!" He yelled––or gasped, he couldn't hear his actual volume over the wind––as he clutched his hat to his head.

He stumbled over his feet for only a moment before he scrambled himself back inside, nearly slipping on the ice-covered catwalk. The slip in his balance and his near uncontrollable, thumping footsteps on the stairs had his heart racing, begging to be put to rest.

"Tawny!!" He yelled once more, cut partway off by the horn. "Tawny, I need to talk to you!"

He landed on the floor with a thump, quickly scanning the common room.

"I swear t' God Jack, if you don't shut yer fuckin' trap I'll do it for ya!" He heard Tawny shout from within her bedroom walls.

"Tawny, it's about the faeries," he said in a quieter, but none less hurried, voice. He ushered himself quick through the thin hallways, and rapped quietly on her door.

A soft sigh came from within, followed by rustling sheets and the sound of slippers hitting the floor.

The door pulled open, revealing Tawny dressed in a thick sweater and scarf.

"What is this about?" She asked in a grumble, her eyes barely open.

"I think - I think I saw a faerie, in the ocean," he stammered out, blinking quickly as he recalled the image.

She stared at him.

"Alright, come in," she said, waving him in.

Among the many books she kept scattered throughout her room was a thorough dictionary of the world's many faery types. They were sorted alphabetically, which hindered his search that asked only for two specific categories––Ireland and oceans. The first he found were protectors of the Irish sea; devotees and soldiers of the sea god, Manaan. But these faeries were only a few inches high, and considering he could see you from the top of the lighthouse, he assumed you were of somewhat-regular size.

Murdhuachas. Faeries with the tail of a fish and the upper body of a mammal, but never human. You weren't one of them, either.

Selkies, also known as Roanes, were seals who could shed their skins and reveal humans with ethereal beauty. But you were in the water, and you had the form of a human. That couldn't be it.

There were vampire-like creatures, and putrid little things only a foot high, and goblins who would clean your home if you left them food. He chewed on his lips as he met the last page of the dictionary, at which point he threw down the book. Tawny looked up from her seat on the bed.

"Find anythin'?" She asked.

"No," he grumbled, leaning back in her desk chair. "The thing I saw, it - it wasn't anythin' inhuman, except for it being.. you know.. like standing on the water."

"It's possible it wasn't a water element fae," she said with a shrug. "Maybe it was an air sprite enjoying themselves."

"Well that doesn't narrow down the search, does it?" He said, crossing his arms.

"It's a faerie, Jack," she said flatly. "Yer prob'ly never gonna see it again. I wouldn't worry 'bout it too much."

He did. He saw you better––clearer––than he did the first time, yet all the while remained in the confines of his own mind, his body overtaken with sleep and dreams. It was nothing more than soft hums and an unearthly glow, but it was enough to leave him tossing and turning till he nearly fell off the bed. He knew of the dangers yet still tried to step closer; an action that woke him abruptly.

His gasp was the only sound in the darkened bedroom, lit by moonlight tunneling through a nearby window. Outside, the storm ceased to rage, and the only distant motion was the rolling waves that brushed against the rocky shore; a kiss that follows the ravages of the ocean's love, healing the battered shore.

Things always washed ashore after storms. As a child, when he wandered down the coast with his parents in tow, there were times that tiny fish were strewn dead across the rocks. Bits of dead, red moss and the occasional seal carcass sometimes joined the mass funeral. He found those same things as he stalked down to the beach now, tugging at his scarf and wondering what he was doing outside so early in the morn. No wind tugged at his jacket or gloves, but the cold still made it through, seeping in quietly until he reached the shore.

A soft breeze, smelling of summer and touching him like fall, brushed past his body when he stopped. He swallowed through a tight throat as he stared past the low, choppy waves, attempting to find the horizon between the clouds and the ocean. When his gaze fell to his feet, however, his eyes widened upon recognizing a tiny fish.

Dead, of course. A twinge of regret pulled at his consciousness, and before he could think, he pinched it by the tail and hurled it back into the sea.

"There ya go," he said out-loud, to no one at all except the wind. "Now ye can at least be food."

"It could've been food before."

He whirled around in an instant, his eyes widening with recognition once more––this one pale and in wonderment.

It was you. Your face, at least, he couldn't forget what he saw less than an hour ago. Instead of a naked, glowing body, though, you were clothed in regular human clothes, and you were just as dim as the rest of the world. Nothing unearthly remained, nothing magical––only that he recognized you in the first place.

"Hi," he said lamely, blinking quickly as though you'd disappear at any second.

"Hello," you chuckled. "You're one of those lighthouse workers, aren't you?"

"Well – yes, just for the winter, though. How'd you know?"

"I think I've seen you, up on the lighthouse," you murmured, digging your hands into your pockets.

"Really?" He frowned, glancing up to the rocky cliffs.

Beyond them lay little more than a grassy plain (which was less than grassy in the winter) and ancient stone walls left by old farmers and, according to Tawny, the Tuatha de Danann: the ancient, mythological race of faeries who originally inhabited the island before being driven underground by newcomers. The nearest building was abandoned.

"Do you live nearby or something?" He asked, a hint of suspicion creeping through his tone.

"Wouldn't you like to know," you said with a sly smile.

"Oh." He realized the insinuation behind his words with a chuckle, and awkwardly scratched at the back of his neck. "Sorry. I just – I'm used ta living in the middle a' nowhere, ye don't get many neighbors."

"It's fine," you said, shaking your head and chuckling. "What're you doing out so early?"

"I..." he glanced out to the sea, "I'm throwing fish, apparently."

"Do you do that often, then?" You asked in a teasing lilt.

"Every chance I get," he said with a grin that faded too easily. Before he knew it, new words were slipping out of his mind. "I'm actually... I thought I saw someone, on the shore."

You raised an eyebrow.

"It's not safe t' be out here during the winter, 'specially not at night," he continued.

"Oh, aren't you sweet," you said, smiling as you cocked your chin upwards.

"It's my job, at least fer now."

"Still... I've seen men work here longer than you, and they don't e'er leave their tower at night," you said, taking a few steps closer. "I think they're afraid."

"Of what?" He asked, and his suspicion, though tempered, grew.

"The ocean." You paused. "And ghosts."

"Ghosts?" He repeated with a laugh.

"Ancient lands leave ancient memories," you shrugged.

"Yeah, I guess so," he said in a softer voice.

You smiled at his response.

"May I have your name, lighthouse keeper?" You asked, raising your hand for him to shake.

"Seán," he said, and shook your hand with a dopey smile. Even without the glow, you were beautiful.

"You may call me (Y/N)." You smiled, but something dark overshadowed your expression. "Come, Seán. I want to show you something."

He tried to stutter out some form of response, but his feet worked faster than his mind, and he followed you off the beach. Rough stone replaced sand, eventually followed by a thick layer of frost that clung to the ground.

Words entered his mind––questions and quiet needs that said 'I think I should go back to the lighthouse now', 'I shouldn't be here'. None of the words could make it past his lips.

The ground surrounding the lighthouse––like much of the barren mountains of Ireland––was knotted and knolled, saved only by the vibrantly green grass. Now even that was gone. Snow hid the various dips and hills, where the fae were said to live, away from the influence of humans. Somehow, he could recall Tawny naming those faeries as the Tuatha de Danann. In the same moment he remembered a warning he'd heard and read many times before:

Don't give faeries your name.

He paled, a sick sensation bubbling in his stomach. He hadn't meant to follow you––were you already playing with him? What did faeries do when they kidnapped people? He always heard of changelings replacing victims or cannibalistic feasts, neither of which particularly appetized him.

You must've known. Something in your stature, in your demeanor, changed, accommodating his realizations. You turned back with a knowing smile, reaching for his hand as he helplessly reached back. Your touch burnt through his gloves.

"You should take better care of your words," you said softly, and part of that strange humming returned to your voice.

"I've never been one t' think before speaking," he admitted.

You smiled, your eyes fluttering shut before you glanced almost bashfully away. Upon the incline of a knoll you stopped, allowing him to stand closer to you than he ever had.

"You know what I am now, don't you?" You murmured.

He nodded.

"Does it scare you?"

"Yes," he said, though he'd meant to lie and say 'no'.

You scanned him up and down, slowly taking his other hand so you could rub both thumbs over his skin.

"What do you want?" You asked, your gaze flickering from his lips and back up to his eyes.

The inch of space between you gave him little room to think.

Money. A better job. More productivity, an actual goal in life. A girlfriend. A better relationship with his mother. A home that was all his own.

"I don't know," he eventually said.

You again watched him, continuing to toy with his hands and intertwine your fingers. If he tried to look away, you followed him.

"Seán, I'll be honest with you –"

I highly doubt that, he thought sourly.

"– that there is only one thing I need, one thing I desire." You ran your hand over the side of his head, carding your fingers through the short hair. "Everyone else has one."

"Is (Y/N) even your real name?"

"I'm not yours, yet," you said, a sly grin stretching across your lips. "You don't need t' know my name till then."

"Are you saying I'm yours?" His tone was softer this time, all too aware of the heat emanating off your body.

"Forever." You beamed––the glow around you grew brighter. "But I'm afraid I'm not as quick to imprison humans as the others are, or to steal them from their families. Humans are living creatures, too, despite their lack of magic. Living in my realm isn't the best... habitat, for non-magic beings."

Every word spoke what you refused to say; come with me.

I'm not leaving my family, he thought, and he wanted to say it, but once again, something else stole its' place.

"I want ta see you again," he said quickly, grabbing your hand from its place on his cheek and squeezing it. "Please."

You stared at him––through him.

"A 'no', then," you murmured.

"I can't just leave my family, my friends."

"I understand," you said, just barely nodding. "It would be cruel of you to entrap me in this realm, as well."

You took a step away, but he was quick to follow you.

"But," he squeezed your hand again, "I do want to see you again."

"You're still mine," you said as a smile returned to you. "When I call upon you next I will take you with me into the realm beloved of the Goddess Danann."

When you attempted to pull yourself away, he gripped you tighter. There were endless amounts of curiosities that your existence brought to him––countless questions and answers he needed to understand. A whole world had been opened to him, and he couldn't leave it so guileless.

"Why me?" was the question that begged to be released from his mind, and the one that tumbled from his lips.

To his knowledge, you barely knew him. He'd seen you once in the waves and talked to you for maybe an hour, and now he was standing close enough to feel your breath, wondering if it was really so bad to leave his life behind. Perhaps you'd been following him since he was a child; acting as some sort of protector, only to harvest him once he grew older. Maybe faeries could easily see through the minds of their victims, peeling back their memories and their auras. But you just laughed, shaking your head.

"You were nearby."

There was nothing special about him at all. He should’ve known, but you disappeared in a gust of wind, leaving him alone in the dead of winter.

Faeries, he thought in a grumble.

#jacksepticeye x reader #seán mcloughlin x reader #jse #jse fandom

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harrowscore · 3 years ago

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Mikasa Ackermann, Levi Ackermann, Amane Misa, Aeron Greyjoy for the charactet ask :3

SOMEONE HEARD MY PRAYERS AND NOW MY TIME HAS COME, tysm!!!!! <3

okay, let's start with levi (my beloved):

hogwarts house: gryffindor (maybe....?) | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff

ugh, the hp sorting house system is way too reductive. he has qualities of gryffindor, slytherin, and hufflepuff - brave, astute, loyal to a fault, etc. so it's a hard choice. but if i really have to choose, i'd go for gryffindor. i know that his Bad Boy facade shouts slytherin, but while he has larger goals (killing all the titans, then saving the world etc.), he's got no actual ambition for himself. hufflepuff would also be a good option.

daemon (from the his dark materials series): (because i've just decided that's just way more accurate than the hp method) some kind of big feline. maybe a panther - a black panther would be the ideal - aloof, predatory, dangerous, fiercely independent.

best quality: besides his obvious strenghts as a leader and warrior, the way he cares for his comrades-in-arms. it's very hard to gain his trust and respect, but once you have it, it's forever. he's pragmatic and ruthless, yes, but he also has a huge capacity for compassion and friendship. not that he would be effusive about his affections, of course.

worst quality: none, he's absolutely perfect ❤ jklsdfhjk jokes aside, he really struggles to open up (a serious understatement), idt he ever talked about his traumatic past with anyone. i mean, maybe he mentioned it to hange and erwin (erwin knew him when he was still an undergound thug, so...), but... he's not great with feelings. despite his apathetic, intimidating mask, he feels and cares deeply, but he has a long history with losing the people he loves, so he tries to not personally care about his squadmates, which can be both a strenght and a weakness. of course, he spectacularly fails at this.

ship them with: well, it's not a secret that i'm a huge rivamika fan, this ship is almost literally consuming my waking thoughts lmao. imo they're perfectly compatible: very similar personalities (stoic, the strongest warriors, absolutely terrifying on the battlefield but with a soft underbelly), very similar pasts/experiences, so many parallels that it's actually ridiculous, etc. i love how they're both each other's equals and likeness (yes, i took it from jane eyre. no, i don't regret anything lmao). a lot of tropes i love, too: Terrible First Impression (the Pride and Prejudice vibes are so strong with these two, you have no idea), Kindred Spirits/Mirror Images, Veteran/Young Prodigy, The Last of Their Kind, even Height Difference lmao. i could write a whole rivamika manifesto, but this is already too long. (maybe for some other time 👀) i would've loved for their dynamic to be more explored in canon but alas, isayama clearly didn't give a shit about the ackerman legacy, he just used it as a plot shortcut to give them conveniently unique powers, since they never really talked about it 🙄 (and before some troll comes into my askbox shouting "you iNcEsT fReAk!!!!1!!", they're only very distantly related. we know shit about the ackermans but we know for sure that they've got at least several generations between them. biologically their shared DNA is 0%, obviously they don't see each other as family, all the eldians have a dead ass common ancestor from 2000 years ago so they're all basically ⁓related anyway. if you really wanna scream about i.ncest, go watch got/dark/the borgias and shut the fuck up please. or alternatively go outside and touch some grass) sorry for the rant, uh. anyway, i can also see levi/erwin. idk if i'd ever care enough to read a fic about them (i'm usually a huge multishipper, but for some weird reason not when it comes to rivamika? same with braime and kastle tbh), but still, i can see it.

brotp them with: hange and erwin, obv. veteran trio >>> ema trio, sorry not sorry (at least h. and e. died before yams had the chance to ruin their character arcs)

needs to stay away from: ...uh, filth, i guess? lmao

misc. thoughts: besides the stupid teenage fangirl crush i have on him, i'm genuinely fascinated by the man himself. he's a huge mess of a contradictions, and yet somehow it works: he's violent and brash and kind of an asshole, but also has a strong moral code and integrity; he's obv very skilled at all the killing/torturing stuff and yet he has a huge respect for life; he's got a potty mouth to say the least, and yet some very aristocratic manners/tastes (the way he sits, his preference for tea and usually refined clothes); he comes from what's supposed to be an illustrous bloodline, he's methodical and very precise, and yet he was born and raised in the underground, he's been used to filth and blood and poverty since he was a child, kenny of all people was his father figure, and probably has known no other life than a perennial survival mode existence. he's "humanity's strongest soldier", but while well-built he's also small, the david to the titans' goliah, and probably not what people would assume a born warrior looks like. he's also one of the few characters who stayed true to himself and his original characterization until the end, bless you smol king ❤

(okay, this is getting long!)

mikasa:

hogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff

this is actually easy: mikasa belongs to hufflepuff and no, i won't take criticism (just joking lol). enough with this "hufflepuffs are fluffy puppies/Cinnamon Rolls <3" thing: mikasa values loyalty and duty more than anything else. she's also hardworking... and fierce, strong, lethal. yes, hufflepuff and lethal are not mutually exclusive concepts.

daemon: (finally the better option) a she-wolf, fiercely protective of her pack.

best quality: loyal, brave, incredibly strong (alongside her more fragile qualities). practical and level-headed on the battlefield, at least when eren is not included in the picture.

worst quality: struggles to let go of the past (understandable, considering her trauma). tunnel-vision when it comes to eren, obv. extreme levels of delusions ("if only i spoke openly about my romantic feelings for him - as if i didn't made them abundantly clear in ⁓6 years - he wouldn't kill 80% of humanity :(((" lmao okay. just. okay), but that's more on the writing. she's sadly more static than any other main character throughtout the whole series.

ship them with: see above :) but recently i've also started to be intrigued by mikasa/annie and mikasa/sasha. also, i'm sympathetic to jeankasa fans, though i don't actually care for the ship.

brotp them with: EMA trio, especially armin+mikasa. their friendship is so beautiful and special. also sasha.

needs to stay away from: ...... eren, at least romantically. again, that's more on the writing than anything else, but e.remika unfortunately encompasses many tropes i loathe with all the strength of my old shriveled heart: childhood friends-to lovers where the (male) childhood friend doesn't acknolewdge/is completely indifferent to the other (female) friend's romantic feelings, she hopelessly pines for him for years without anything more than a cold shoulder... until in the last chapter it's revealed that he loved her all along and doesn't "want other men to have her!!! :((" (then why did you have no reaction whatsoever to jean's years-long crush on her while she was jealous of any vaguely female-shaped human being you were friendly to, including hange? are you that dumb, man?); the female character's development and entire arc 100% revolves around the male protagonist - she has no goals, no dreams of her own except staying with him forever and ever; the romance is based on an idealized childhood dream, therefore reaffirming those childish illusions would make the character regress, not actually grow up (and nope, epilogue!jk doesn’t count; that also lacks build-up - i would’ve said the same about rm as well, so it’s not about shipping, guys, it really isn’t - and mikasa needed an inner change; getting married to another man but still praying to eren’s shrine is not substitute to actual development lol). post-time skip she's never really frustrated/angry with him, they never get a confrontation about him becoming a, y'know, mass-murderer of gigantic (pun intended) proportions; she puts him on a pedestal, and never stops idealizing him/never sees him for what he actually is (the narrative framing him as some kind of tragic martyr/saint eren from paradis with zero agency and basically... no clear motivation for the abovementioned mass murder, and not the actual complex tragic anti-hero/villain motivated by revenge and righteous fury he deserved to be, does not help). it lacks a good or even decent build-up - it's basically all tell and not show. now, if they'd actually been childhood friends to enemies to lovers/mutually co-dependent... it could have been interesting. sadly, it's not my cup of tea. of course this is just my personal preference, no hard feelings to the shippers.

misc. thoughts: enormous potential. she's been my fav female character since s1 - and ah, i miss s1!mikasa, when she had actually other stuff to do besides mothering eren. i love that she's the strongest warrior (second only to levi, obv), that her skills are never called into questions despite her gender, i love how she stands up for herself and the people she loves, that she may seem cold and stoic and yet has a such a huge heart, that she's not perfect but also sometimes awe-inspiring. sadly, she never really gets out of eren's shadow; what she lacks is an arc focused on herself. that's why imo getting deeper into the ackerman lore would've helped (also, you cannot make the main female character and the most popular male character descend from the same Unique Bloodline or whatever, and never really make them acknowledge it out loud; as a writer, you just can't lol). my spite is so strong that i'm currently writing a ridiculously pretentious fic that's 70% development for her character, to give her a voice, and 30% ackerthirsting. (yes, that's the fic i'm always vagueblogging about lmao, rip @ my brain). if any other rivamika fan is interested… mind you, it’s in italian tho, and idt i have the skills to translate into english.

misa:

hogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff

daemon: mmh, maybe some kind of butterfly? beautiful, colorful, and short-lived.

best quality: glorious fashion sense, more inventive and ingenious than fans actually give her credit for.

worst quality: shallow, impulsive, and obv her dependence on/obsession with light (which stems from trauma btw, but still… the very opposite of a relationship between equals).

ship them with: rem, kinda (monster/human ftw!). also weirdly enough mogi, a little bit? she deserves someone who actually respects her… though she’s far from being a perfect angel. she may actually be crazier than light on some aspects. but in this house we stan evil ladies anyway, so i have no problem with that <3

brotp them with: uh, idk, maybe matsuda?

needs to stay away from: obv light. also takada.

misc. thoughts: a tragic victim of sexist writing. she may be… unhinged to say the least, but she didn’t deserve the abuse she got from light (and from the fans). the female characters’ writing in dn is so bad that idk if it’s on purpose, to kinda mirror the reality of women in a patriarchal society (dependent on men, housewives whose life entirely revolves around their husband/boyfriend etc.), or just casual misogyny lol. it’s even more baffling since we don’t know the author’s gender (they may be a man, a woman, nb, anything really). i tend for the latter option tho.

aegon greyjoy (now, i wasn’t expecting him lol):

hogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff

i’m so sorry, i haven’t the slightest idea lmao. maybe gryffindor? mind you, it’s been a long time since i’ve re-read the books, so i don’t have many thoughts about him.

daemon: maybe it’s cliché, but some kind of fish/squid lmao

best quality: ugh, i really can’t remember much from his chapters :(( he’s not a coward, i guess? (lame answer, sorry!)

worst quality: definitely his religious fanaticism.

ship them with: no one.

brotp them with: uh… his family, ig? except euron.

needs to stay away from: obv euron. brr ://

misc. thoughts: i genuinely like the greyjoys chapters, though i vastly prefer the martells (with the exception of theon and asha, bcs i love them). yes, they’re deranged. yes, victarion is… well, victarion lol. but the drowned god religion is actually interesting, grrm knows how to write trauma - every time aeron mentions euron and that freaking door i’m like… :// - and the tragedy of it all… just great writing all around.

okay, that’s the end lmao. thank you so much, love!!! ❤❤

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almaasi · 5 years ago

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reaction post typed while watching Good Omens (ALL OF IT)

my favourite novel is now my favourite mini-series and IT’S SO BEAUTIFUL

under the cut: a very long, spoilery six-episode reaction to MY NEW FAVOURITE THING EVER

may 31st 07:36pm nz

i posted my episode 1 reaction a couple hours ago but that got ZERO NOTES so i assume people are either avoiding spoilers or aren’t interested, which is fine, but i’m just gonna put all my reactions in one big post so anyone who IS interested doesn’t have to read 6 separate posts c:

edit june 1st 04:08am: btw i watched using a free trial on amazon prime, which i’m pretty sure is worldwide. soooo if yOU WANT TO WATCH THIS, YOU CAN, FOR FREE

EPISODE 1: In the Beginning

04:03pm

idk how much i’m gonna type, whether i’ll post a reaction to the entire thing in one post....... or how much i’ll end up watching right now

kinda want to spread it out and save it as a treat for after i’ve done some writing

but right now i wanna watch before writing

so maybe i’ll do one ep, write something, then return to this?

edit: aahhaha that didn’t happen

04:04pm

I’M SO EXCITED

I’VE BEEN WAITING SO LONG

well... since 2011 when i first read the book

but regardless it’S BEEN 84 YEARS

04:05

okay first off i did not know amazon prime did adverts at the start of their videos. so i was like SINCE WHEN WAS CHILDISH GAMBINO/DONALD GLOVER IN GOOD OMENS

and then

yeah

either way i thought it was a good opening

W A R

NING

cool cool cool cool cool

omg i’m used to where the netflix full-screen button is, and on amazon prime that’s the “next episode” button so i gotta be real careful

dear god my video quality is TERRIBLE

i.......... i might torrent this show and watch it offline

this is horrendous i can’t see a damn thing

i have never seen pixels this big

04:11

okay the quality calmed down after a minute

i loooove the intro, i love that it’s basically word for word from the book

i feel like i’d find it funnier if i hadn’t read the book 3 months ago

also? god is a woman? yes

04:13

is it just me or does the snek have a slightly david tennant-esque quality about it

i’m so happy adam and eve are black

04:17

omfg. aziraphale said “ineffable” and now CRAWLEY’S CHECKING HIM OUT TRYING TO SEE IF HE HAS ANY JUNK

WOW

...or y’know, looking for a flaming sword. SAME FUCKING THING.

also i looove how FLUFFY azi is

azi: “do hope i didn’t do the wrong thing”

i fucking love them both uhrgughhhuhuhughuhhh

04:21

small sob for cuteness

umbella wings

04:23

in the opening titles, crowley just stopped a spaceship and aziraphale turned it into fish

i feel like that was a douglas adams reference and i’m on board

04:25

the entire time i read the book, up until i saw video promos of this show, i thought “crowley” was said the same way as spn’s “crowley”, as in “crahwlee”

not “crOhwlee”

i definitely like that they’re different though

both probably named after aleister crowley tbh. all of whom are queer.

THOSE SWAYING HIPS

i haven’t found david tennant attractive in about 9 years but WHOOOP HELLO AGAIN

somehow attractive for entirely different reasons than before. like. my taste changed but tHEN

i’m on crowley’s side, taking down a cellphone network is VERY ANNOYING

04:35

crowley: shitshitshitshithsit

i can’t wait for aziraphale’s big swear

04:37

i miss eating sushi

sushi was great