#if he isn't then you're not thinking of Eri you're thinking of some other guy

[rosysins]

♡ Eri.

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[surielstea]

Ballroom Secrets (pt. 11)

Based on this request.

Read pt.I here.

Pairing: Eris x Fem!Reader

Summary: Cassian finds out about readers secret relationship with the High Lord of Autumn.

Warning: Angst | Slight description of depression | hurt/comfort | happy ending

5.6k words

A/N: Sorry this is so long 😭😭 I just really wanted to get the angst right so it got long quick, hope you enjoy! :)

I sat in the sitting room of the river house cuddled up next to Morrigan who was splitting a bottle of wine with me.

"Where'd you get this?" Mor asks, pinching the silk of my new dress between her hands. "Oh I'm not sure, it was a gift." I smile, remembering the way Eris handed it to me for no particular reason other than the fact that he wanted to take it off of me. "From who?" Feyre asks in her own chair, Rhysand standing beside her, leaning against the arm rest. My mouth goes dry.

"It's a male, look at the way she's blushing." Azriel hummed, leaning back against the wall. I cast him a glare but he only returns it with a soft smile. "The same male that gave you this?" Mor points to my neck. "Gave her what?" Cassian perks up from his sprawled out position on the couch, Nesta's feet in his lap. "Yeah, what?" I look to Mor confused. "A hickey." A smirk curves her lips and I slap my hand over where the mark lies.

"By who?" Nesta sits up, gods even she was interested. "No one, I don't know— just some guy." I stumble over my words, cursing myself for my horrible lie. Azriel nearly laughs and rightfully so, his shadows were probably picking up on every nerve that tensed in my body.

"Is that why you've been missing training?" Cassian raised a brow and I can't will the words to leave my mouth. I've always been a horrible liar, Eris has tried to teach me his ways of deceit but it was no use when every time I tried to be quick witted or malevolent it failed miserably and I made a fool of myself. "I've been missing training because you schedule it for the asscrack of dawn." I grumble, half truths however were my forte. Cassian narrows his eyes on me and I swallow thickly. "Oh leave her alone already, let the girl have her fun." Amren speaks up and I silently thank every god I can think of. "Cauldron knows she's had the three of you Illyrians hovering over her shoulder since she was born." The eldest of us finalizes and the conversation thankfully ends there.

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I was in the middle of reading a novel in my bedroom of the river house when a note fluttered down onto my chest, appearing from thin air. A soft smile comes to my lips as I close the book and pick up the note, recognizing the handwriting immediately.

Will you be home soon?

I twist my lips to the side and dwell over the question before flipping on my side to grab a pen from my nightstand. I quickly write back and watch the note disappear from my hands.

I'm waiting for everyone to fall asleep, we're all night owls evidently.

It takes only a minute for him to reply and the words on the paper make me audibly giggle.

Drug them. I miss you, and I'm tired.

Can't sleep without me?

Apparently not. I smile widely at the sentiment. I'll leave soon, just for you.

Soon isn't soon enough

I roll my eyes at his childish impatience but a smile forms over my face as I write out my retort.

Shut your whining up, I'm trying to read

You're so mean to me (I like it)

I don't write back, deciding that if I say anything else he might winnow here himself just to take me back, which wouldn't be good. I opened my book back up but as soon as I was getting back into the story there was a knock at my door. I sigh and use Eris' note as a bookmark before shutting it. "Come in." I call, sitting up.

Cassian enters, taking up the whole entry way as he shuts the door behind him. I smile at my brother as he looks to me with his warm hazel eyes. "I thought you were going to bed?" He creases his brows skeptically and I roll my eyes. "I say that, and then I read my romance novels." I lift up my book and it was his turn to roll his eyes, taking a seat on my bed.

Cassian isn't my brother by blood, but he might as well be. I can't remember a time when he wasn't taking care of me. When he was only seven years old he offered me shelter in his tent. I was six and lost, my parents deserting me, or so I presumed. He tucked me under his wing and shielded me from the rain until arriving back to the tent. He snuck me food from Windhaven and even stole maids clothes off of laundry lines. If it weren't for him I most likely wouldn't be alive today, ever since then he's been particularly protective of me, even towards friends from other courts. I wasn't Illyrian either, but he always said I acted like one. Perhaps that was an insult, but I took it as a compliment.

"What's up?" I shift in my bed so my legs dangle over the side and he's right beside me. "We haven't talked in awhile, I miss you." It was true. It feels like it's been months since it's been just him and I. Realization dawns upon me that all of my free time has gone to Eris, he's my mate sure, but that doesn't mean I want to leave the rest of my family in the past.

"I know. I'm sorry." I lean my head on his shoulder. "I've been busy." I murmur, fiddling with my hands.

"Alright, Who's the lucky guy— or gal, I don't discriminate." He hums and my heart drops. Gods I did not want to expose my relationship with Eris right now. Not ever. "Can we not talk about this right now?" I say, my voice gentle and pleading. "C'mon, you used to tell me everything." He groans and I lift my head from his shoulder, my hands coming to my knees to stop from fidgeting. "This is different." I shrug.

"How so?"

His question is met with silence, I was weighing whether or not I should just kick him out and tell him I'm tired. He'd leave if I asked. But I didn't want him to, just didn't want to talk about this.

"I'd like to meet who's got my sister glowing like this." He bumps my side with his. "Doubt it." I grumble, then curse myself for letting that slip. "What's that supposed to mean?" He snorts a laugh and I look at him nervously, gripping my knees tighter as his smile slowly drops. "I've met him?" He arches a brow and all I can do is slowly nod. Is this it? All that sneaking around summing up to this very moment? "Do I like this guy?" He guesses like this is a game and the health of our friendship isn't in my hands. "Not really, no." I answer honestly, lying is impossible and staying silent will only cause his thoughts to drive him mad.

"Well if he's got you this happy, I'm willing to reevaluate." He shrugs, carefree. He clearly doesn't understand the situation. "It's not that simple." I shake my head, looking away from him and back to my lap. "Talk to me, I won't judge." He reaches over, placing his calloused hand on my clenched ones. "Promise." He gives them a reassuring squeeze. A pit forms in my stomach. My nails dig into the skin of my knees and he understands, pulling his hand away. My eyes widen and I can only pray he doesn't hate me for this.

"Before I tell you, try not to be too mad okay?" I crease my brows, swallowing thickly and looking to him. "Uh, okay?" He looks at me foolishly. "I'm serious." I stress with wide eyes. "Okay, okay, I won't be mad." He promises and I force myself to take a deep breath. This truth that I've been hiding for nearly a year now about to be exposed. All because I forgot to glamour a fucking hickey on my neck. Gods how could I have been so stupid?

I realize the quiet has been dragging on for far too long and that if I don't tell him now I never will.

"Eris."

Silence. He doesn't make a sound and he doesn't move. A weight lifts from my shoulders and for a second it's bliss. "What?" His voice lacks emotion and a new weight envelopes me. Fuck. "Eris is the male I've been secretly seeing." It comes out in a pitiful whisper. "Are you mad?" I was quick to ask, but he doesn't reply for a long moment. Allowing me to think of everything I've done. All that I've risked just to be with my mate, to be happy.

"Please tell me you're talking about another Eris." He tries to remain calm but I can hear it, the quiver of his voice, the clenching of his fists. I shake my head no and I swore I could feel the heat radiating off of him, pure anger. "You promised you wouldn't be mad!" I stand to look at him, a fire in his eyes that is pure rage.

"Well that was before you let that bastard into your bed." He stands and my neck cranes up to keep eye contact, the power dynamics making my legs wobble. Gods I felt useless.

"It's not like that—" I try to defend but he doesn't let me finish. "What? Don't tell me you think he's in love with you?" He scoffs like it's the most improbable thing on the continent. Tears well in my eyes at the idea. "You don't know him." I defend. "I don't want to, for all I know he's probably using you for a good fuck—" He starts. "Stop it." I demand and he clamps his mouth shut. "He's better than you think." I will my voice not to break. "Has he brainwashed you? You can't be serious." He nearly laughed at the idea. I don't say anything, allowing him to get his anger out before I plead my case.

"Or have you forgotten what he's done to Morrigan?" A shutter racks through me and I can't bring myself to look him in the eyes. "That story isn't true." I rasped but I doubt he hears me. I must sound insane to him. "Do you know who his parents are? How you'll be treated if you ever married him?" He goes on but it's not true, none of what he says is true. "You'll be a fucking brood mare, forced to give sons over and over again. Do you understand that?" His hand comes to my shoulders, squeezing tightly. "He's not Beron. We've talked about it, he doesn't even want kids unless I'm willing to give that to him." My words are just above a whisper and he lets go of my shoulders like he's repulsed, as if I hold a virus and he doesn't want to get infected.

"It doesn't matter. Eventually you become parents." He whispered. "You really believe that? Tell that to Rhys. To Morrigan, or Azriel. Tell that to fucking Nesta." I grit out, whipping my head up to look at him and his hypocritical statements. I allow him to see the fury in my eyes, the tears streaming down my cheeks. "Leave her out of this." He narrows his eyes on me.

The first argument to this level we ever had was over his mate. I hated her, loathed every part of her and what she made my brother go through— and now she's one of my most trusted friends and one of my favorite people. A laugh escapes from my body. I must've looked crazy finding amusement at a time like this. "It's the same thing." I bring my hands up to wipe my tears. "Gods were so fucking predictable." I sigh out. He looks at me confused, eyes analyzing my body language. "Nesta is just like him, and you know it." I narrow my brows at him. "This is different." He clenches his fists at his sides. "How so? Give me one good reason as to how this is different?" I will him. "Eris hurt Mor." He says the crime like it's dirt in his mouth. "Nesta hurt Feyre." I reason with him. He grits his teeth. "He hates Illyrians. He hates you and I because of where we come from, do you understand how fucked that is?" His hands come to my wrists, as if pleading me to listen.

"His father hates Illyrians." I correct. "And stop saying I'm an Illyrian I'm not." I pull at his grip but it's iron. "Fine. But he hates me, are you picking sides right now?" His brows crease like I've betrayed him. "No! I—" My breath gets caught halfway up my throat. "I don't want to pick sides, I want both." Tears continue falling and I don't bother wiping them away anymore. "And Nesta hated the Fae entirely, don't be so certain that makes them different." I seethe out at him and he narrows his eyes at me. "We're mates. Nesta and I are cauldron willed, you can't ignore something like that." He says and I stare at him unwavering, not bothering to say anything but rather dropping my glamour around the mating bond connected straight to the high lord of Autumn.

His eyes widen and his grip on my wrists loosens but I don't pull away. "No," His voice is a whisper. I nod. "Reject the bond, you deserve better than him I don't care if you love him." He rules. "I already accepted it, nearly half a year ago." I expose. If I was going to be honest I might as well lay it all out. "Half a year?" He rasps and I nod gravely. "You've been lying to me for half of a fucking year?" His tone is louder, more angry. "I don't understand why you care so deeply, I gave you my reasons now leave it alone." I match his lever of voice. "Why I care? I've always cared, you're my family—" He begins and I tear my wrists from his grasp. "You're not even my real brother!" I yell at him and I swore the world stopped spinning. Pain flashes across his eyes and he stumbles back, his mouth falling open before he clamps it shut and swallows thickly.

"Cass I didn't—" I try. "No." He looks at me like he's never seen me before. "You've made your point clear." He walks to the door. Every fiber of my being wants to beg him to stay. But my feet can't move and I stare aimlessly as he leaves, the door clicking shut with a gut wrenching softness. Leaving me alone with my thoughts.

I use whatever remaining energy I have left to winnow back to my apartment. Where I knew Eris impatiently waited for me to return. I land wobbly on my feet, tears slowly cascading from the wells of my eyes. Eris who was laid on the couch with a book sat up alarmed. I remove the walls around our bond and allow the misery that overwhelmed me to flood into his end of our connection.

He rushes toward me alarmed, fire raging in his eyes but not toward me, toward whoever made me feel this way. "Eris," I murmur, I was sure I was going to collapse. "My love," He brings a hand to my waist, keeping me steady but that didn't stop a choked sob from escaping me. "What's wrong?" His other hand comes to my cheek, wiping away my tears. "Talk to me." His brows crease and this feels so wrong, seeking comfort in the very reason Cassian is mad at me in the first place.

"He knows." I whisper. "Who knows?" His brows crease in confusion, before they relax with realization. I grip his shirt in my fists, looking up at him like a lost animal. "I'm a horrible sister." I confess, my voice breaking on the final word. "No," He shakes his head, pulling me into his chest, holding me close and warming me up. "No love, don't say that." He whispered into my hair, his arms tight around me.

Another sob racks through me but he doesn't shush me, he allows the dam of tears to break and every emotion I've kept bottled up for the past half year comes flowing out.

I tell him everything. From the moment Mor noticed the hickey to the point when Cassian left my bedroom. My voice shook when telling him of what I said to my brother. "And now I'm here and, and I don't know what to do." I sobbed, looking up at him as he ran a hand through the ends of my hair. "I see." His voice is soft, caring. "I was so mad, I wasn't thinking and with all the words he said about you I just— I hated him at that moment." I cup my mouth at the realization. I never wanted to hate anyone, especially not someone I love so much. I never want to feel that uncontrollable emotion ever again.

"It's not your fault." He stresses. "We'll figure this out together alright?" His thumb traces along my cheek and I nod, blinking away my final tears. "But what if he never wants to talk to me again?" I whisper. "What if he hates me?" My lip quivers at the thoughts, I don’t know how I’d live with myself if Cassian ever hated me. "Your brother loves you too much to ever consider that. Alright?" His hands grip my face slightly as if to stress his point and I nod meekly, slipping my hands around his waist again and hugging him tightly.

He releases a deep sigh and hugs me back, his touch warming my skin in a way that comforted me more than he could ever know. In the hug I begin to wonder how he feels about the world knowing. I hoped he knew how much he’s helping me, how much I appreciated that he’s here for me. Then I realized that he might be thinking of leaving for my benefit, so I can return to Cassian and tell him everything he said about Eris was right and I can stay with my family. I didn’t want that. Gods, why can’t I have both? The cauldron must’ve been playing a cruel joke on me. "Please, don't leave." I beg of him. He bends down and places a hard kiss to the temple of my head. "Never." But he would, if I asked.

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The next few days were long. I barely slept, every time I tried I'd be reminded of the words I spat at Cassian. I couldn't face him, didn't dare go back to the River House, much less the House of Wind. I stayed in bed, staring out the window of my bedroom, watching the sunset shining against the Sidra, the water refracting in rainbows as stars awakened in the sky. Another day passes.

I felt hollow, my limbs heavy and my stomach a pit. I knew I'd have to face Cassian soon, see him and the others. I wonder if he told them, warned them all to no longer speak to me. All because of who I'm in love with. Anger consumed me for a few days, thinking him deserving for what I said. Who was he to pick who I can and cannot love? I spent hours cursing him as a hypocritical bastard, spewing lies to convince myself I was in the right.

I slowly came to, deciding I needed to stop avoiding my own fate and face what truly lies at the root of the problem. The rest of the days of my solitude was spent in grief.

Feeling sorry for myself wasn't any better than the raging nights. It was truly pitiful how I ended up here.

There was a knock at the door frame. I didn't have to look to guess it was my mate. "I'm not hungry Eris." I say plainly, continuing to stare out at the river. "Have you eaten today?" I don’t expect his voice to be behind me as he slithers into the bed beside me, curling an arm around my waist. “I had a bowl of soup not too long ago.” I answer, flipping onto my side to look up at him. His golden eyes that rolled with sadness, he couldn’t help blaming himself for my situation and I hated that he did. “Okay.” He pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead. “I have to return to Autumn later tonight, high lord stuff.” He grumbled and I groaned, tucking closer to him. “I’ll be back in the morning.” He promised. I huff, wrapping an arm around his torso and burrowing into his chest. “Unless, you want to come with me?” He arched a brow and I look up at him, my head propped up on his chest. “To the Autumn court?” I ask. He nods, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

I haven’t been to my mates court since Eris’ coronation because it’d raise suspicion if a girl from Rhysand’s inner circle began to roam the markets of the foreign court. But I suppose that didn’t matter now if our secrets out. “You think your people will react well?” I ask anxiously. “After my father ruled over them they’ll take anything they can get, and if a pretty high lady is an option I think they’ll be over the moon.” He offers me a gentle smile. “High lady?” I can’t help but smile at the idea of ruling a court together. He nods. I fantasize about the idea for a moment, until the thought of Cassian finding out about me proudly wearing an autumn court crown settles over me. He’d fall into a fit of pure rage and I’d never forgive myself. “Can we wait?” I ask. “Just until all this is resolved with Cass, and then yes. I’d love to be your high lady.” I nod. He gives me a comforting expression. “Of course my love.” He leans down and presses a gentle kiss to my lips. I him against the action and kiss him back. Wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him impossibly closer. His lips slotted perfectly against mine and the feeling that bloomed in my chest when kissing him filled the pit of my stomach and the hollowness of my heart. I felt lighter. A knock sounds at the front door, loud and demanding. My ears perk at the sound and I pull back, he seems to want to chase my mouth back to his but he freezes too when another impatient knock rings through the house.

I sigh and sink down into the bed. "You can answer it." I say, removing my arms from his neck. "Are you sure?" He asks, his own warm arms slipping from my waist and I wished they didn’t. "They all know by now, what's the point of hiding it?" I grumble, and he nods as he stands from the bed, my eyes watching him as he does so. "Alright." He nods. “If it’s not Cassian I’m not interested.” I voice. He glances to me and only nods in reply.

He leaves the room and my eyes go back to the window. I strain my ears to hear for the voices in the living room but I can only hear Eris.

"She doesn't want to see you." He said. A mumble of a voice replied, it was soft, must be female. My hope diminished when I realized it's not my brother. "In the bedroom." Is the next thing I hear from my mate and I mentally prepare for whoever is about to walk into my room.

The door creeks open but I don't move. I stay looking out the window, watching as dusk now takes over the sky. "Gods its dark in here." Nesta.

I don't have the energy to reply, giving her enough of an answer with my silence. "Look, I know I'm not who you want to see, but he's in a similar state as you." She hums and that fact settles deep into my bones. I adjust, sitting up and facing her, leaning back against my headboard.

"He throws up every night too?" I ask with a wry sense of humor. Nesta tossed a glare toward Eris who stood at the doorway like a guard.

"No, much worse. He won't stop training." She hums, crossing her arms and sitting on the edge of the bed beside my thighs. Her eyes go distant as she thinks about her mate. "He's spent more time in the training ring than sleeping as of late, he doesn't joke anymore, and I haven't seen him smile in a week." She confesses, her brows creased in concern.

"Are you telling me this to try and make me feel better?" I murmur, avoiding her gaze.

"You know me better than that." She scoffs. It was true, Nesta is one of my best friends. The three Valkyries all are, but especially the eldest Archeron. I remember all the things I said about her, how I boiled her down to all of her faults. The hollowness returns and another thing I will never forgive myself about forms. "I care about you, but I care about him more." She stands up, Eris growls from the doorway but I wave him off, understanding what she meant. "And I just need the two of you to figure your shit out so he goes back to his usual self, it’s so quiet at the house." She crosses her arms over her chest defensively but her tone is soft. "He misses you." She reveals. "He won't admit it but he wants to see you, stop by the house, please." She finalizes, before turning on her heel and walking towards the door.

"Nesta," I call, she whirls around to look at me. "Thank you." Is all I can get out. She nods, then turns back around and exits the way she came.

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The house of wind was emptier than I expected it to be. Eris offered a dozen times to come with me last night, saying that he’d cancel his meetings in the Autumn court so he can offer some sort of support but I told him he had to tend to his own court, that I had to do this on my own. So here I was, about an entire day after Nesta's speech, ready to face my brother. Or at least I hoped I was.

I wandered the halls, stretching ny hearing for any sound but I was met with nothing. I remember Nesta mentioning the training ring so I ascend the steps to the roof.

The clang of metal swords clash loudly as I welcome myself onto the landing, staring at my brother and Azriel who were sparring just to get frustration out. Cassian was sloppy with his moves, not breathing through each step the way he usually did. And Azriel was going easy on him. It was rare for the competitive shadow singer to sympathize but in this instance he was working Cassian like a charity case. The general knew it too and only fueled more of that anger he held in each of his swings.

Azriel and I make eye contact and his movements freeze, shadows pooling at my feet as Cassian struck him down and pinned him with his sword. "Again." My brother demanded, reaching his hand out toward the spymaster. Azriel remained looking at me and with the distraction, Cassian whirled around to look at me with narrowed eyes that quickly turned wide.

His sword clattered down onto the mat as he let it slip from his hand. "Cass." My voice is a rasp. He takes a step out of the training ring until he's right in front of me and I'm looking up at him again.

Tears well in my eyes. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean what I said I just—" I tried to speak but was cut off by his large arms wrapping around me tightly into a warm hug. I melt into it, releasing a soft sigh of relief and hugging him back. "You were right." He confesses. "I was just hurt and wasn't thinking about how you might be feeling." He mutters into my hair. "No you were right to be mad," I shake my head. "I kept it a secret from you for a long time, I should tell you everything." I admit and he backs away from the hug.

"I don't want you to feel like you can't tell me things, I reacted poorly." He sighs. "I did too, the things I said about Nesta were uncalled for. You know I love her." I say with tearful eyes. “I know, it’s okay.” He reassures, squeezing me tighter and lifting me up off the ground slightly with his height. "But, I'm not sorry for being with Eris." I assert as he places me back on the ground and he backs away. His eyes soften and he wipes a stray tear from my face. "I know, it'll take some time for me to get used to but I want you to be happy." He utters and that's all I needed to hear. "I can't promise he'll be invited to all the family dinners." He scratches the side of his neck and I offer him a relaxed smile. "That's okay," I nod my head. "I doubt he'd want to come anyways." I shrug. "The prick should consider himself lucky for even being able to look at you." Cassian grumbles. I give him a reprimanding look and he puts his hands up like he's been caught for a crime. "Sorry, I'll be better." He promises. "Thank you, brother." I pull him closer into another hug. "Means the world to me." I mumble and he presses a kiss to the crown of my head the way he's always done for the past five hundred years.

"You're sweaty." I grimace, breaking away from his hug. I lean to the side of him to see Azriel waiting impatiently for him to return to the training ring. "Do me a favor?" I look up at him. "Anything." He hums without hesitation. "Kick Az's ass for me?" I arch a brow and a menacing smile curves his lips. "I heard that!" Azriel calls from a few yards away, dammed shadows.

I look at the blue siphoned male glaring at me as Cassian retreats back to his sword. I blow the spy master a kiss and he waves me off. I smile contentedly and winnow back home.

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Eris leaned against the kitchen counter with a furrow in his brow, waiting impatiently for me to return. I was surprised at his early arrival, he said he’d be home tonight but the sun had barely left the horizon. I suppose he wanted to return as soon as possible. He pushed off the counter and looks at me expectantly. A bright smile curves my lips and I jump into his arms, he catches me without so much as a stumble back, his warm hands coming under my thighs and heating me up like a cozy fire. "Everything's okay?" He asks worriedly, I don't reply and instead bring my hands up to his sharp cheekbones and pull him in for a kiss.

It was soft and lasting, like he was afraid I was going to tell him to leave after this ends. That Cassian somehow convinced me my mate was some maniacal creature who didn't deserve love. He wouldn't blame me, he'd go if I asked him and that fact is tearing at me. So I deepened our kiss, pulling him closer with a hope to reassure him.

"Please tell me everything's okay." He begs against my lips and I nod. "Everything's okay." I whisper with a small smile and he releases a hefty sigh, the weight of a world lifting from his shoulders. "Cass said he'd try his best. But then he followed up by saying you're a prick so?" I scrunch my nose at the way it sounds and he grins widely. "Sounds about right." He nods, placing me atop the countertop.

"Thank you." I say, wrapping my legs around him. "For what my dear?" His brows crease. "You took care of me when I was at my worst, I appreciate it." I softly say, his eyes glaze over for a moment but the sheen quickly disappears after he blinks. "You would've done the same thing for me." He shakes his head, leaning closer and pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of my lips. "I think I'll miss sneaking around with you." He admits and I chuckle. "Me too, but think about all the things we can do now that we don't have to be a secret?" I grin wildly at all the possibilities. His eyes light up and a smirk curves his sensual lips.

"What?" I ask him nervously when he doesn't say anything. "How would you like to be crowned high lady now?" He suggests and my cheeks heat. "But you've already been crowned, can we still do that?" I tilt my head. "It's my court love, I can do whatever I want." His arrogant tone makes me roll my eyes. "And what do you want?" I tilt my head, running my hands through the tufts of his deep auburn hair. "I want you on my throne." He purred, pressing a kiss to my jaw. "That can be arranged." I grin, throwing my arms over his shoulders.

"Anything else high lord?" I give him a seductive smile and he gets the hint. "I also want to fuck you by the fireplace." He confessed, pressing light kisses up the side of my face. "Then what are you waiting for?"

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Tamaki strikes me as such a Mama's boy. Not in a bad way or anything but as in the type of guy who gets along with his mom more than anyone. After a few hangouts with him where he begins being a bit more open he'll probably ask you to meet her! If you get along well with his mom he'll most likely start to initiate hangouts more and more. If his mom trusts you expect outings with her too sometimes!

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂/𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋↴

" Y/n this is my.. uh.. my mom. "

There will probably be a period in time where you'll think Tamaki doesn't want to talk to you when you text him. He doesn't mean to make you feel that way! Not at all! He just doesn't know how to answer sometimes, so he'll get super dry. Once you say "Do you not want to talk to me or something?" He's immediately freaking out and apologizing profusely maybe even sending you an apology paragraph! He really didn't mean to make you feel that way. After all that he'll be not only responding in a matter of a second but also indulging in conversations over text as much as he can. (Also 100% uses emoticons)

"That Grape Kid in 1-A said WHAT? I'm so so sorry! :( "

Despite how shy he is Tamaki loves kids. Not in a gross way, in a caring way. You'll probably walk in on Eri doing his makeup a few times a week. You laugh as you help him get it off a few hours later, then he might ask you if he'd be a good father. Sometimes on weekends you'll even watch Barbie movies with him, Mirio, Nejire, and Eri! Other than Eri, if you're out and about with Tamaki you can see him crack a small smile seeing kids with their parents.

"Hey.. do you.. maybe think I could be a good dad.. one day?"

Tamaki likes to bake, however he's pretty shitty at it. If you catch him attempting to bake he'll freak out and act like he isn't doing anything. That's where you take control! You help him with whatever it is he's attempting to bake and it'll draw you closer to him. Sometimes he'll even text you first with recipes or cute cookie cutters he found. His favorite flavors are probably vanilla and pumpkin. He just seems like a pumpkin guy. (I know most people would say cooking due to his quirk but imagine whipping up a batch of butterfly shaped cookies with Tamaki, isn't that ADORABLE?)

"Look at this new flavor I found! :D" (said over text.)

Tamaki LOVES flowers. When I tell you he gives them to everyone I mean it. One morning you wake up to fresh sunflowers in front of your door. You find his name shakily written on the paper holding them, maybe Eri's too. It's not just you receiving them though, he'll give them to Mirio, Nejire, teachers, and just people he genuinely appreciates. He's not too good with his words so he shows his appreciation to his friends with small gifts like that.

"Those uh.. sunflowers reminded me of you."

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂↴

Tamaki is touch starved. He's too anxious to let anyone hold, kiss, or even hold hands with him. Once you initiate it (yes, you will HAVE to be the one to initiate physical affection) he doesn't know what to do, so he just lets out a small squeal. You who are afraid of making him uncomfortable will ask him if he's alright with whatever you're doing and he'll just respond with a weak nod. However, on the bright side he might initiate stuff a bit more with your permission of course. What kind of boy do you take him for?

"Can we maybe... you know.. hug?"

As a lover, Tamaki's main love language is quality time and gift giving. He likes physical affection a lot, but it's just a tad bit difficult for him to express what he wants. So, every time you guys go on the simplest of dates expect flowers, sometimes jewelry, or maybe even some candy you said you loved. Speaking of dates, he'd prefer something more casual considering his anxiety. He likes lounging around with you as you both look for a movie to watch, or simply helping you go online shopping. (He'll ask if he can pay for you, if you deny he's gonna pay for it anyways.)

"N-No it's okay, I'll pay.. it's the least I could do."

I just want to say.. MAKEOUTS WITH TAMAKI ARE TOO SWEET. They don't happen often but when they do you have full power. You let your tongue swirl against his as your fingers thread through that messy indigo hair of his, meanwhile his hands rest on your chest (Not like that you pervs.) When either of you pull away he won't reinitiate the passion but he will just stare at you in awe. Sometimes he'll even ask you to pepper his face in kisses! Tamaki loves kisses once you start giving them to him.

"Can you kiss me.. like.. uhm.. all over?"

I feel like Tamaki probably has a few younger siblings, my guess is 2 younger sisters, which is probably why he's so good with Eri. Once you meet them you realize they're total opposites of their older brother. They're loud and vocal, screaming "WOAH TAMA LANDED A S/O!!" Regardless of your gender they'll ask if they can 'bedazzle' both you and Tamaki. After meeting them Tamaki will profusely apologize, he doesn't want his sisters to scare you off! Once you explain to him it's okay and you honestly love them he'll bring you to babysit them with him, because low and behold... his sisters absolutely adore you!

"The girls asked if you could.. hangout with t-them."

No matter how long you and Tamaki have been dating.. he 100% talks about you to Fatgum and Kirishima. He just has the best S/O! You're so kind, patient, and caring to him and are the only thing running through his mind some days. Kirishima tells him hes so manly for loving you as much as he does and that you're a very lucky person. Fatgum laughs at the indigo haired boy, he's never seen a teenager so lovestruck. Tamaki will probably take you to an agency party if one gets held. He stands by your side the entire time and by the time Fatgum finds him he immediately says "Is this the one you're always talking about?"

"Hey you must be the one Tamaki's always talking about!"

"I d-don't know what he's.. um.. talking about."

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 ↴

𝐓𝐖𝐬: nsfw obviously, CHARACTER AGED UP. Loss of v card, oral, hair pulling

Tamaki is shy. Very shy. You're probably the one he loses his virginity too. He's embarrassed to admit it, but just adapts to what you're into as you guide him. When you show him what pace you like as he goes into you he LOVES the way you scratch at or softly rubs his shoulder blades with your fingers. Like yes, help him either ease into this or mark his back up.

"Ngh.. can you.... rub my.. s-shoulders?"

Tamaki's quirk requires eating, and a lot of it. He's had to eat a lot of different foods and lets just say, boy is this guy good with his mouth. He loves going down on you, he loves showing you that he can make you feel so good. However, he likes it when you teach him. Guiding him on how to lick/suck your heat by pulling his hair. You've learned he gets a bit whiney if you're not touching his hair or gripping it whilst he gives your core the attention it needs. Sometimes he'll purposefully do it bad so you can tug his hair and put him where you want him.

"Nooo.. please.. put it back.. put your h-hand back.."

TAMAKI IS TOO CARING IN BED. He doesn't even worry about that raging ache in his dick, he needs to make sure you cum, to make sure you're satisfied. He needs to make sure you're pleased. Once you see how red his cock is due to his painful hardness you offer to take care of him but he'll deny your offer until you cum. Your sexual needs will always go above his no matter what.

"No.. no no.... you haven't.. cummed yet.."

A/N: HOW DO WE LIKE AMAJIKI HEAD CANONS!! MONOMA'S NEXT! Totally willing to do a part 2 on Tamaki.

[synnthamonsugar]

Sending an ask instead of commenting because I prefer to keep discourse away from my blog. but, I have to get some of this off my chest. it's bound to be lengthy, so don't feel like you have to read/respond. you just seem like maybe you'll get my point. Read this as one big I statement because of course it's my opinion and I'm not out here reading everyone's minds.

On that last post. I think a lot of people have gone and manic-pixie-dream-girl'd Eris beyond recognition, and that some of shippers (not all, ofc) have spent so much time with their own headcanons & fanfic that they've forgotten how their real dynamic is. It's easy to project a relationship onto them if you're already looking for one. People see them bicker and go "aw, they're arguing like an old married couple!" when, no. They're just arguing.

Drifter definitely flirts with her, but she doesn't reciprocate and I don't even think that it's necessarily serious. That man would flirt with a wall if he thought it would be funny. He seems like the type to tease people that way regardless of gender or attraction to them.

I don't deny that there's something between them. knowing the lore as I do I think it's safe to say that they're somewhat close, whatever that can even mean for either of them, but for fucks sake close isn't always romantic. Are they friends? Maybe. Can either of them have friends at their level of stability? I genuinely don't know. I don't think that we've been given enough to go off of, honestly. I don't like the idea that they're going to magically have their trauma cured by dating each other. She doesn't need him to "file down her teeth", and I don't think that he would. He definitely seems to benefit from her input, though. I don't feel like their relationship is very balanced in that. There's plenty of lore to back up him getting and using advice from her, and it being helpful to him, but I haven't seen much the other way around. He's immature in a way that she isn't, and people seem to think she's going to settle for that.

I don't care who people ship or what their headcanons are, that's all their own business. If I don't like it, it's not like I'm going off on their blogs in the space they've made themselves about why I don't agree with them. I prefer to just back off a bit, let them have their space and I'll have mine. But I don't always see that respect going both ways, and it starts to really bother me when people try to project their headcanons onto other blogs and onto the developers. Almost anything I see of them independently, it seems someone has to show up with "but where's [the other one]", and I've seen shippers go after multiple people for asking that their fanart of the two isn't tagged as ship art. It's just overstepping at that point.

Of course, I don't like lumping a bunch of people under the single label of drifteris shippers and calling them all a problem, I'm well aware that it's probably a loud minority silent majority type situation and I'm not going to assume someone's like that just because that's their content. But a lot (that I've seen) are.

On the misogyny part, I've definitely seen it in some. I'm a guy, so I'm probably not going to have the world's best explanation of why, but what gets to me is mostly the over-romanticism of Eris as his quirky goth gf. It's dumb and often comes off as objectifying. Sometimes it's like people think she's some edgy egirl twitch streamer. I find it strange how much fanart of her changes her appearance too, given we can barely actually see her. And sometimes it winds up painting Drifter as this douchy dudebro that he just isn't. One of the best things about his character to me is that he has his attitude without the shit treatment of women that comes along with it with most similar characters in games. I don't understand the need to turn around and twist him into someone that pushes her boundaries, which is pretty necessary to read their arguments as flirting.

I don't know what else to say, it's late and I'm tired and I'll probably feel stupid for letting myself get wrapped up in fandom discourse but I might as well say it while the conversation is happening.

(adding in case you do post this) v

No shade to shippers that don't fit the description I've put here. If you're reading this and go "Hey! I don't do that!" then obviously I don't mean you. You're all just doing what makes you happy and, hey, go for it. Tumblr is a great place for that. It's only an issue (imo) when that crosses the line into expecting everyone else to have the same headcanons or ignore what is canon. Go make art and fanfic and whatever you want, there's plenty of people who will appreciate it. I'm glad the positive side of the ship fanbase helps boost both of their stories, I hope it winds up driving Bungie to put more content in of them, together or apart.

Thank you for the thoughtful message Anon. Honestly I cosign all of this and wish I could respond to each of your points, but will at least try to cover a few of the ones that hit most with me.

Replies under the cut, since this is a long one ...

I think a lot of people have gone and manic-pixie-dream-girl’d Eris beyond recognition

I've thought about this for awhile. Eris is frequently written as a Manic Pixie Dream Girl insofar as being the offbeat catalyst for a jaded man's journey to a better version of himself.

He seems like the type to tease people that way regardless of gender or attraction to them.

Whether you ship them or not, it's odd seeing Drifter's canon characterization as a recklessly charismatic flirt lost in fanon. That special significance is placed on his flirtation with Eris, and not with the Guardian, Orin, Efrideet, or Rahool, or the others I'm probably forgetting.

Of course, the Guardian is a blank slate the player can project motives onto, and the others are characters whose interactions with Drifter are limited to lore. His & Eris' interactions stand out. That still doesn't mean it's inherently romantic; I've platonically flirted, held hands, snuggled, danced, bed-shared, and other things fans would dedicate thousands of words of shipfic to were I a fictional character.

Though reading it as such is fine (and I'll concede, probably lines up with the authors' intent, since we know some of them are shippers), nothing in the lore is explicitly romantic. Note, authorial intent, word-of-god and canon are all separate things, as much as fandom conflates them.

An aside, it's interesting how fanon surrounding Drifter paints him as socially anxious, touch starved, romantically awkward ... until he meets Eris. While I understand the utility in shipping — to emphasize the One True Love aspect since serial monogamy, much less polyamory, is unknown to most, especially F/M, shippers — it also comes off as "did not read the lore" at best, and "perpetuating negative stereotypes about Asian men" at worst.

Can either of them have friends at their level of stability? I genuinely don’t know.

This is why Eris' and Drifter's dynamic peaked in Arrivals & Beyond Light. The tenuousness of their alliance, the acceptance and rejection of each other's flaws, the trust between them that wasn't earned but necessary to survive. It was fun, tense and compelling and I wish more of the fandom focused on this era of their relationship.

I don’t like the idea that they’re going to magically have their trauma cured by dating each other.

Cosigned. The idea that love can mend any wound, heal any trauma, or fix any flaw is textbook amatonormativity, and has unfortunate implications when applied to Eris' story. I shouldn't have to detail why "woman overcomes trauma with the affection of a man" leaves a bad taste in my and many other fans' mouths, especially when it's favored over her longer-standing relationships with other characters. Why is her bond with Ikora ignored? Zavala? Asher? Mara? Why is so much of her growth pinned on one man, when there are other, deeper relationships that have existed since practically the beginning of Destiny's narrative? Why is there so little shipping surrounding Eris and these other characters?

Almost anything I see of them independently, it seems someone has to show up with “but where’s [the other one]”, and I’ve seen shippers go after multiple people for asking that their fanart of the two isn’t tagged as ship art.

I don't typically engage with popular Destiny ships, but I draw Mara Sov frequently. By herself, and, frequently, in non-Marasjur pairings. Not once have I gotten a "Where's Sjur?" comment, or even a "Where's Shaxx?" for that matter, as pushy as the "helmet stayed on" bros are. Meanwhile, I expect these comments when posting Eris art, particularly Eris F/F. I've had this happen in art I've drawn of her and Drifter with a disclaimer that the art is platonic/not to tag as ship! At that point it's not misunderstanding, it's entitlement.

I don’t like lumping a bunch of people under the single label of drifteris shippers and calling them all a problem

Agreed. I'm technically an Eris/Drifter shipper in the sense of consuming and producing art & fic for them, though I've pulled back from interacting with that part of the fandom because [waves hands generally]. I have no issues with drifteris as a ship, nor enmity drifteris shippers as a whole, but the individuals who engage in rude behavior.

what gets to me is mostly the over-romanticism of Eris as his quirky goth gf.

I'm going to repost what @/unsaelig said, since it's a salient point:

"I have no actual way of proving this, but given how much it’s been a staple, for the past 9 years, to speak of Eris as an unpleasant, unstable, worrying, suspicious individual, and given how much people like to fixate on how Eris & Drifter’s dynamic “softens” her and makes her more palatable and conventional, I do strongly feel Drifter is probably brought up with her as a “package deal” so often because in their eyes he “defangs” her & makes her much easier to take."

I do think there's a popular fandom read on Drifter as a funny, quirky guy who's a little out-of-pocket, an edgier fandomified-and-flanderized Cayde-6, if you will, and that Eris has to naturally follow by being an inoffensively gothy dommy mommy. It's perplexing, it's objectifying, and it makes me wonder what people are actually shipping them for if they sand down their characterization so much.

I don’t understand the need to turn around and twist him into someone that pushes her boundaries, which is pretty necessary to read their arguments as flirting.

The misogyny - amatonormativity combo again. Before anyone comes for me because I like enemies-to-lovers: sword-fighting your beloved to the death over a pit of lava isn't normalized, but saying that boys who bully girls are "just flirting" is. "I hate my wife", "I wish my husband was dead" and "ol' ball and chain" 'jokes' are. The patriarchy instructs men to disrespect women, and tells women to be flattered by the disrespect of men because at least you're receiving a man's attention. It's neither cute nor funny, and I equally dislike it when empoweringly reversed so that the man is the target of the insult.

No shade to shippers that don't fit the description I've put here. If you're reading this and go "Hey! I don't do that!" then obviously I don't mean you.

Cosigned completely. I know I have reputation as an arch-hater, but I have nothing but respect for people who are shipping them in ways that don't play into tired stereotypes of M/F relationships. (Or misogyny, or racism, or...)

Sometimes I wonder if I should try to put more good Eris/Drifter out there, but most of the time I fear I would only be stemming the tide; I am just one person with limited resources, and there is so much out there that my work will go unnoticed and my time is better spent boosting small ships that need the help.

Mostly I wish there was more focus on Eris and Drifter as individuals, in the game and in the fandom, further exploration of their bonds with other characters, and an environment where a wider range of gen and ship fic/art could flourish.

[szilianna]

I wrote this a while ago and I just found this in my notes app, unfinished and now I decided to finish it. It's all sfw!!! I hope you guys like it:3

Eris x Reader

When did I learn to write like the average Wattpad fanfiction writer wtf (looking back at it, it's nothing like that😭)

That's it. Everything is over now. You've everything. The last thing you've felt is someone, possibly a pillager dragging you out of your hiding place, that was under the bed in a small house. You failed to protect your village and was defeated by the illagers. Now, all your friends, belongings, and even your life might be taken away. As you're being dragged by your hand through a field, mud and dirt get into your wounds. You can also hear several illagers and witches still celebrating their victory. You can hear the cries of children, and the cruel laughs of the illagers, as they prepare themselves to leave, and take what now belongs to them back to the mansion and outposts.

When you wake up, you find yourself in a cell. You can barely see anything, you can only feel how cold and hard the rough, dirty cobblestone floor is. Some illagers' voice gets to you from afar. They seem to be arguing about something. Next thing you know is the rusty iron door that the cell is sealed with opens, and a tall, balding vindicator yanks you out of the cell. You groan in pain as you fall on the dusty, yellowish birch wood floor, right in front of the feet of the vindicator leader's son, but you don't know it yet, the only thing you know is that you're not dead yet, and you're grateful for that.

- I'll take care of it then. This will have good use... There's always something to do around here, isn't there, Mr? - the vindicator then looks at the evoker that he was previously talking to, only to see that he no longer seems to be interested.

- Just take it Mr. I don't need your reasoning. I know what your desires are with it... To torture and kill, that's all you're good for. Now go, bring this pathetic human out of my way. And call the guard back.- the evoker demanded, then walked around the other cells to inspect the villager children. He was hoping they're just asleep or unconscious, and not dead from starvation, horrible treatment or fear.

You felt the vindicator's strong arms picking your weak body up from the floor, and carrying you like nothing. Unlike most vindicators, he was way more gentle, less clumsy, and didn't grunt as much. He carried you upstairs to the 2nd floor, where his room was. You were barely conscious as he put you down on his soft, wool bed, then covered you with the thick, red wool blanket. The mansion was colder than any structures you've been in before (aside from the ocean temple), your teeth started clattering unwantedly.

- You'll get used to it. - he said... Or was the vindicator really a "he"? His voice sounded way more womaly now, while just minutes ago, he spoke to an evoker with a deep, male voice. You almost ended up thinking about it, but your head was hurting like crazy, just like every single part of your body, so your main focus was now on trying to distract yourself from the pain. Your eyes were squeezed shut, and your whole face and body was stricky from blood and dirt. You felt disgusting, and the dry substances made your skin irritated, but you were so weak and wounded you couldn't even open your eyes.

- You though ya' could just defeat us? - you felt the bed move a little. Seems like the vindicator sat down next to you.

- You'll need way more power for that! And a bit more... Bravery... And cruelty... Ya' won't be a fighter till you don't know when to spare and when to kill. You're just a weak lady messing with my nation! But in the end, I have a little slave in exchange for walking a few miles and killing some helpless people... - you suddenly felt cold hands brushing over your bruised cheeks. You whined in pain as you gathered all your strength to pull away. Maybe you're going to die if you dare to resist the vindicator. You were almost 100% sure the vindicator you were so afraid of is a lady. Her voice, even though it was deep and harsh, it sounded a bit more feminine. The vindicator lady laughed at your pathetic attempt of trying to get away from her touch, and gently slapped your cheek, to which you teared up. She was strong judging by just the way she picked you up so effortlessly, and by the way her slaps hurt, even though she clearly didn't put any strength into it.

Then, you decided to slowly open your eyes to look around. In the dimly lit, spacious room you could see a table with some gray thing and a flower pot with no flower inside it. Your vision was still recovering and you were still not completely in a good state. It was maybe early evening? you thought.

- You finally woke up? - the vindicator lady asked, although it was obvious. You glanced over at her, only to face her looking at you with her cold, dark blue eyes. "Why doesn't she kill me?... Did she like... Is she stupid?" you wondered, but at the same time you were grateful for still being able to live. You kept eye contact with her for a few seconds, then when you couldn't endure her starte for longer, you looked away. While you could though, you took a look at her face and clothes as well. Her skin was pale gray, with not a single spot or imperfection on it. "Must be makeup." and you were right, it was make-up. Although she didn't look girly at all.

(finishing it rn because this is an absolutely diabolical ending)

She looked nothing like the women you saw back in your hometown... Probably because she was an illager, so it was a bit of a culture shock for you. Were all of them like this? You couldn't decide.

You watched the vindicator lady as she stood up, then walked to what you figured was a chest... There were almost no lights in the mansion, except for the hallways... And it was way too dark for your eyes to get used to it. So you could barely see anything. There was only a torch in the room serving as a ligh source, but it was at the door so it was basically good for nothing. You could see the vindicator's figure slowly getting closer to you with what seemed like some strange potion and some bandages in her hand. She sat down on the bed, then firmly took your hand... It wasn't pleasant. Neither was the substance she poured all over your hand. It stung and burnt but only for a few seconds... Before the sensation completely disappeared and for some reason, your hand wasn't hurting anymore.

- It's a healing potion - The vindicator said like this was some kind of basic knowledge that everyone knew, her tone was grumpy and annoyed... Like all illagers'. Though you've had some experience with potion brewing, you never actually cared about it, or memorized their names even though it wasn't hard. You nodded weakly. Then you felt her grab your other arm... And then your legs... Your torso too... And finally, your face. She poured the last few drops on a piece of cloth, and grabbed some of your hair with one hand, while she pressed the cloth against your bruised face multiple times, until all the wounds were gone. You felt exhausted and hungry, since your body had to heal so fast. You looked up at her as she let go of your hair, letting your head fall back onto the mattress. She wasn't necessarily bad looking she was just... She looked like an illager woman. Thick brows... Shit ton of makeup, which only caught your eyes because you've never seen anyone with this much makeup before... The villagers didn't wear any... Guess it's another illager thing that you found a bit strange.

Then without any explanation, she picked you up, then put you down on the bed again, this time more gentle.

- Rest, human. - She said as she patted your freshly healed shoulder, then she left the room. You looked at the bandages on the table, wondering what the hell she needed them for. She probably put them here by accident... She looked exhausted too. Not even exhausted... Like seriously sleep deprived. And now you "took" her bed. Even if it wasn't your fault, you felt a bit guilty for her. Since it was late at night, you tried to fall asleep, but could hardly do it since it was cold and you felt uneasy being surrounded by all these deadly creatures.

After a while, the vindicator came back. She was holding a plate with leftover food on it. She kneeled down in front you, then took a piece of food and offered it to you. It was some gross looking meat... But you still ate it. You were hungry after all. Something about this vindicator felt off yet comforting at the same time... How a creature this brutal could care for her mortal enemy this gently... That fascinated you.

She put the empty plate on the table, then she touched your face again

- You're cold aren't you? - *She asked, even though the answer was obvious. Humans aren't used to these conditions, and the illager woman knew that. She took her coat off, you saw that she's wearing multiple layers underneath, a black waistcoat and a red shirt, and probably some bottom layers as well. And she looked strong... You've never seen a woman this muscular before. She then unexpectedly laid down next to you, pulled the blanket over herself and you too, then cuddled you tightly. She didn't smell like she's showered in the past few days, but her warmth was comforting. You were a bit shocked by the gesture though, unaware that this was a completely normal everyday thing for illagers to prevent each other from freezing to death at night. Not even a minute later, she was asleep, snoring loudly, which made it hard for you to relax. Eventually, you were so tired that you were unbothered by all that, and you too, after some struggles, fell asleep.

The next day, you couldn't find the vindicator lady, only a note on the table. You could hardly read it since she didn't really know how to write. You were familiar with their runes, you learnt it from the villagers already.

"I won't be coming back until late evening. Don't leave the room. You could get yourself in danger"

You just nodded to yourself, too scared to leave the room anyways... You spent your whole day reading the books on her bookshelf, and drawing on some scrap paper... You finally heard the door open, and you were convinced it was the vindicator lady. However, she had some company with her... An old evoker, and another vindicator.* There they are. *She said, her voice was cold. You couldn't react as it happened all too fast. You were grabbed by the other vindicator, then before you could say anything, he knocked you out by slamming your head onto the desk.

That's when it all clicked... You're nothing to them... Just another experiment.

I hope you guys liked what you read :3333 i could write more stuff like this, both illager au and canon lore

[acourtofthought]

Are you equating rhysand's "swaggering prick act" in front of amarantha while behind her back helping Feyre every step of the way with Azriel's complete indifference to Gwyn being in danger of getting sexually assaulted AGAIN??? Cause...

I feel like I start my response like this often but I'm not sure whether I should be amused at you coming into my anons thinking you're having a "gotcha" moment or sad for you since it's clear you think you know what you're talking about when it's obvious you haven't paid any attention to these books.

First off, "danger of getting sexually assaulted AGAIN".

This was Rhys after he stepped in to prevent Feyre's sexual assault:

No Amarantha around.

Really, nobody around to see Rhys's "swaggering prick act".

Do you think in that moment, ANYONE would have guessed Rhys strongly suspected Feyre was his mate?

Seconds after interrupting her from being attacked and he's all smiles and amusement.

Was that how he was actually feeling inside?

Looks like the answer to that is NO except we didn't find that out until the book where he and Feyre accepted their mating bond.

You all think you've got some super special argument claiming that Az didn't go crazy for Gwyn while she was in the Rite without for even a second stopping to consider that you have no fucking idea what Az is actually thinking in that moment.

Az doesn't have a "swaggering prick act".

In fact, we're told his responses to things are barely responses at all:

For a character you're so hung up on, you really don't pay attention to what makes him him.

You and yours love to claim the shadows respond the same for Elain but they have never deepened for anyone else.

Sure, Cassian notes they "still swarmed" him after Az hears of Elain and Nesta's fight. "Still" just means there was no change to their behavior. They were gathered around him after the topic was brought up but they were already there before Cassian mentions Elain. They were around his face considering his own laugh sent them skittering, they were there for the entire scene.

It was an effort not to stare at Azriel as he watched them head up the steep street, arm in arm and bickering with every step. The shadows gathered around his shoulders, like they were indeed whispering to him, shielding him, perhaps. His broad chest expanded with a deep breath that sent them skittering, and then he set into an easy, graceful stroll after them. (Mor scene)

“He remains alive,” Azriel answered, shadows curling around the clawed tips of his wings, so stark against the snow beneath our boots. “So do the others.” (talking about Eris)

His shadows do a lot of things at a lot of different times but they have never responded to anyone like they do Gwyn (including the dancing and singing in response to her song). And the only thing they seem to do around Elain that is unique to her is "vanish", confirmed by Az right after Az tells us the shadows are his companions and will always be around. (way to chase away a guy's friends Elain 😉 <- that's a joke and I love Elain the most so I hate the Elain is evil and that's why they vanish theories but SJM is making a point that Elain and Az are incompatible).)

And with Gwyn, the shadows had been gathering around his feet but Cassian notes a change to them after mentioning the things that could be happening to the girls.

They went from gathering to "deepening".

You'll try to come back and tell me how they were like snakes ready to strike for Elain, but guess what?

Not special 😉

As far as Rhys and Feyre while UTM, isn't it safe to assume that Amarantha wasn't even looking at Rhys's face in that moment?

Amarantha had to be behind him so there was no need for his eyes to be twinkling.

You know why they were? Because he FUCKING BELIEVED IN HER AND HAD ADMIRATION FOR HER CLEVERNESS.

I'm so sorry that you're so hard up for E/riel to happen that you're fine with knowing Az doesn't think Elain can handle the darkness of the Trove. That even Amren called him out for underestimating her.

You do you it that's your version of romantic.

But for the rest of us, we realize Az has faith in Gwyn in the same way Rhys did when he sent Feyre to the Weaver. The same way Cassian did every time he pushed Nesta to train and never tried to talk her out of doing the dangerous stuff though it scared him for her.

Let's see...... Azriel said Elain should not be exposed to the darkness of the Trove. Him trying to voice why he doesn't think she should do it.

So familiar....... hmmmm..... That's right!

Mor tells us Azriel always says no to her doing things because he wants to keep her safe.

It sounds like the way Az treats Elain is very similar and we know the way he acts with Mor is problematic (it was the same way Tamlin treated Feyre).

So the fact that he, despite whatever he's feeling inside which we aren't aware of since he barely talks and never shares his feelings, has faith that Gwyn can make it through the Rite is why she is a unique situation to him and sets her apart from Mor / Elain.

Also, Rhys was in a position to help Feyre "behind Amarantha’s back". Had Az or anyone interfered in the Rite, he and those he helped would have been killed. Which again, had you read the book outside of E/riel scenes, you would know.

I'd love to add that gif of Ace Ventura after he solved the mystery of Roger Podacter being pushed from the window here but unfortunately I've hit my max of 10 images.

[annalyticall]

Saw your tags about MHA being a lesson in restraint when it comes to having different opinion than the fandom norm and please take this ask as an excuse to share your MHA thoughts <- I want to know them if you're willing to share

Oh ho ho I will gladly talk about how my MHA opinions differ from fandom thank you for the opportunity. That said I'm basing what 'fanon' is on what seems to be most popular in fan fics and popular posts I see on Twitter and Tumblr

Also I'm breaking this up into sections because I've noticed a lot of my fanon opinions tends to overlap

Fanon uses character interactions as proof of ships, cliques, or found families instead of considering each interaction as part of a narrative whole. Now, I know this isn't unique to MHA, every fandom does this to some extent, however with a cast as large as MHA's it's more prevalent when so many ships overlap. Each major or even minor interaction is "proof" of a ship being canon and is more or less valid than "proof" for other ships - meanwhile the narrative so rarely cares about romance (barring the Toga/Uraraka/Deku subplot) that arguing about any of that feels very pointless. Bakudeku shippers are the most guilty to me about this; for example, in a recent chapter when Deku thinks about how Iida held his hand and helped him feel calm (a moment that ties into the larger narrative theme of helping a lost child by taking their hand), I saw Bakudeku shippers try to pretend Deku was actually thinking about how much he wanted to hold Bakugo's hand since he never took it in their youth, despite that never being hinted at. I don't even dislike Bakugo or Bakudeku as a ship but it gets so grating when I see big moments for other characters get watered down because they don't fit a shipping lens, which goes doubly for MHA where the narrative supports the idea that everyone is important and everyone should help everyone no matter who they are to them.

While I'm beating the Bakudeku hornet's nest I might as well throw in my grievances with the Erasermic Family and its persistence in almost every. Single. Fic. Or at least the ones I read because Aizawa is one of my favorite characters, but so many Aizawa-related fics I've read seem intent on making Present Mic his husband and Shinsou his adopted son. Listen. Erasermic is fine. It's fine. I even like it from time to time. I just wish it wasn't a fanfic staple because I actually think their canon relationship of comfortable-yet-somewhat-strained old high school friends is much more interesting to explore, especially with the twist of Shirakumo's fate. It also cheapens Present Mic sometimes, because Present Mic is usually portrayed in these fics as... how should I say this... motherly? Wife-like. I don't like that. He's a silly goofy guy but he's also impulsive and angry and puts on a facade and that nuance almost never gets translated when he's transplanted into a domestic familial role with Aizawa. Shinsou being Aizawa's son also feels like it cheapens Shinsou's character arc in a way? I don't hate the son theory I guess but Aizawa clearly only trained him, not adopted him, and making Shinsou a "mini-me" of sorts tends to blur his actual character and motivations to be the same as Aizawa's when they're not. The only dynamic here that has any canon foothold is Aizawa being an adoptive father to Eri. I think Aizawa being a dad to most of the other kids is overblown sometimes but he will always be Eri's dad to me. Present Mic is like her goofy uncle.

Fanon loves making backstories too tragic. Two of the most popular fic tropes I see either makes Midoriya's mom abusive or gives Shinsou a muzzle and abusive foster family, which... okay, one thing I really love about MHA canon is that everyone has a good reason for what they do and everyone suffers a little hardship due to the way society is all in varied and relatable ways. Characters like Midoriya and Shinsou DO suffer in canon but not any more than being bullied in middle school for their quirk or lack of quirk, which I think works well enough for two boys who still aspire to be good and still have some faith in the system that hurt them like most people in this universe do. Characters like Toga, Twice, and Shigaraki already have plenty of tragedy to justify their villainy, as well as Hawks who also has a tragic backstory and serves as a hero counter for them, so it doesn't appeal to me to so often give that pain tenfold to characters who don't fit those roles beyond a what-if exercise.

Fanon takes things characters say at face value and accepts the most shallow interpretation of a character. This is especially true for liars like Dabi and Hawks, who often say one thing and mean another. It's not as much of a problem at current since both Hawks and Dabi are probably at their most authentic in canon right now, but it's still an issue in fics I read where Hawks is presented genuinely as a flirty and cocky hero and Dabi is presented genuinely as someone who doesn't care about anyone but himself. It's really frustrating when something I love about Hawks is his nuanced interactions with almost every other character, which are always glossed over in his discourse. I'll give two of the most glaring examples:

I've almost never seen a take about this scene that justifies why Hawks does this - I usually only see comments about how he's getting into Todoroki's space, isn't aware of personal boundaries, or is being too nosy in the family drama. To me, the answer to why he does this is clearly deeper: he's dropping his laid-back facade and asking a serious question all while putting himself in Todoroki's shoes and planting himself firmly on Todoroki's side. He wants an answer to the scar because the answer is important to him; if Endeavor was the one who inflicted it, it would have tarnished the view he had of his old hero because Hawks knows what it's like to have an abusive father. This is only further cemented when later on Hawks says Todoroki is better than he is because Todoroki is finding it within himself to help the parents who hurt him, unlike Hawks, who feels he abandoned his own.

There's also this and other panels during the fight with Twice ("I'll be sure to tell that to the league") where Hawks seems to be rubbing salt in the wound and overall being a dick about betraying Twice's trust, and I've seen the interpretation here that Hawks is simply being a dick because he is one. And, I mean, this isn't to say that Hawks can't be a dick sometimes, but in the moment it feels like a culmination of two things: 1. Half of this interaction is framed through Twice's POV, so of course we're seeing the worst of Hawks here, and 2. Hawks is intentionally distancing himself from the Hawks he knows would have gladly been Twice's friend, because he knows there's a chance he might have to kill him. Whenever we're in Hawks' head during this fight, it's always focusing on how much he doesn't want to fight Twice and how much hope he has for things to turn out for the better. When he finally makes up his mind that he can't turn it in his favor, he turns cold and harsh again, probably as a coping mechanism similar to Lady Nagant's. Also frustrating when people use this as an example of in-universe police brutality when in actuality Hawks is a groomed child soldier acting very hesitantly to fulfill government orders. Those two issues are not the same.

Oversimplification isn't contained to Dabi and Hawks, though. Kaminari flirts sometimes so all he is is a flirt, Midoriya cries sometimes so he's submissive and weak, Iida is bossy sometimes so he's a goody-two-shoes stick-in-the-mud. One-note fanon characterizations plague almost every character and that does almost none of the actual characters justice. Any character with more relevance than, say, Ojiro has more than one side to them in canon that doesn't get captured all that much in fanon.

Fanon overanalyzes things that are Shonen convention. It's funny, on one hand, I think fanon interprets characters too shallowly, and on the other, I think it reaches far too deep to draw conclusions where the actual answer is "because the author wanted it." Aizawa and All Might bear the brunt of this mischaracterization because they're the main adults in this series, so all of their missteps feel overanalyzed to prove an abuse of authority when actually it's just irrational decisions made to keep the story moving forward. "All Might was irresponsible for telling a quirkless kid he didn't have a chance at becoming a hero and leaving him alone on a roof" I guarantee you the implications of that was probably not even a thought when that scene was written, and if it was, All Might certainly wouldn't have assumed them or else he would have dealt with that differently. "Aizawa is a bad teacher for not expelling Bakugo after he almost killed Deku in their first test" if he expelled Bakugo or had properly dealt with their toxic relationship earlier we would not have a story. "Aizawa is a bad teacher for not expelling Mineta for being a creepy weirdo" if he expelled Mineta then Horikoshi wouldn't have his favorite comic relief pervert archetype. Sometimes we just have to say "Horikoshi wanted this to happen so that's why it happened that way" and move on.

Fanon has selective memory and short attention span. Maybe this is just because there seemed to be a falling off of fandom participation around the time of Season 5, but a lot of fanon I've seen seems stuck in pre-season 5 era characterizations, sometimes even pre-Season 3. Bakugo and Endeavor both have some of the best character developement in the series, and Aizawa also has a lot of subtle growth, but people tend to focus on how bad Bakugo and Endeavor were in Season 1-3 and how good Aizawa is in Season 4, even though Aizawa was also kind of an asshole Season 1-3. It tends to lead to some cartoonishly evil takes on Bakugo and Endeavor and overly-saccharine takes on "Dad"zawa. I say this also as someone who loves Aizawa and is fairly neutral on Bakugo and Endeavor, but I just don't think fanon takes in the whole picture of their character arc sometimes.

Those are my big umbrella opinions, I have more minute ones (especially regarding Iida, Aizawa, and Hawks) but I've already ranted long enough. I know a lot of this comes down to a young fanbase but to be honest the people I tend to disagree the most with are my age so I can't chalk it all up to that lol. Anyways thanks for the chance to rant!

[paralyze-fic]

Paralyze.

Chapter 68

We were walking around U.A.'s campus while Togata was talking with Izuku. I was between both of them, Eri was holding my left hand and onto Togata's uniform, she seemed a bit scared but curious, looking around at all the students rushing to make their stands for the Culture Festival.

Some third years came up to us, talking to senpai, and Eri pressed herself against me. Our senpais insinuated that Eri was Togata's daughter so that might have been why she let go of him.

"Okay, letting the jokes aside," the third-year senpai handed us a flyer, "This year class A is going to obliterate, you better come too!"

While I looked it over, I felt a soft tug on my sleeve. The bright red eyes of Eri were looking up at me with curiosity.

"Can I see it too?" I smiled at her and knelt next to her tiny frame. She held the paper with her hands and we looked at it together. "It's pretty."

We looked at it for a bit more before I had to give it back to our senpais. We looked around, seeing students rushing from one way to the other.

"Even with still a month for preparations, they are really busy!" I nodded at what Izuku said, observing everyone. And I saw a dragon head coming toward us, but izuku didn't seem to notice it. I was about to warn him when he turned right as the dragon was a few inches away from his face. "Uwahh?!!" His scream had my right ear ringing.

"My god, Izuku..." he looked at me with a nervous and apologetic smile, and I just chuckled, ruffling his green locks.

"Excuse me..." a head popped from behind the dragon. He was the guy I met at the training camp, with Kendo-chan... his name was Tetsutetsu-kun, right? "Ah, (L/n) and Midoriya from class A."

I saw two more heads popping up, and the blond guy, also known as Monoma, began with his mockering.

Now, believe it or not, he had never said anything mean to me, not sure why though. He didn't seem that bad actually, he just... Like to be annoying toward class A.

But then I glanced down at Eri, and I noticed she was looking at the fake dragon head. I smiled at her, and caressed her hair, she stared up at me, her eyes showing surprise and a bit of fear.

"It's okay, Eri, it isn't real." Izuku turned to look at her too, bending slightly down to her height.

"Are you okay, Eri-chan?" She nodded at him, holding tight onto my uniform.

"I thought it was the person who fell from the sky."

Her voice... so cute! But, wait... person who fell...?

"Oh, you're talking about Ryukyu." Thank you, Izuku. That does make sense now.

"You will do a live show, right?" I looked up at him, Izuku did too, and we nodded together. "I think that would work, but this time I'll tell you directly. Class B will be the best!" I just stared at him curiously. "'Romeo and Juliet in Azkaban: The Return of the King'," uh...what did he just say...? "A fantasy work total and exclusive from class B!"

After he said that, Monoma started yelling nonsense and I could see his classmate holding a wooden stick, getting ready to hit him.

"I'll save you the job," the boy with raven hair stared at me, and I activated my quirk.

Monoma shut up abruptly as his eyes rolled back, his body falling forward and I reached an arm out to hold him. The boy nodded as a 'thank you' and I just shrugged as if it wasn't a problem. After that, Monoma was being carried on the raven's back, and Izuku commented something about Kendo-chan.

"She's participating in the beauty contest, even if she's doing it against her will." I perked up at his words.

"Aizawa sensei didn't tell us anything about that contest..." I agreed with Izuku and looked at Togata.

"Sorry for showing you the bad side of U.A., Eri-chan..." he said to Eri, who just nodded once, as if it wasn't a big thing. "Speaking of! She's really excited about the beauty contest!"

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Togata had taken us here, and we saw who he was talking about. Hado senpai was floating with her quirk while Amajiki senpai was taking photos of her.

When Hado noticed us, Amajiki senpai turned around and he nodded at me as a greeting. I smiled at him, and saw him walking closer.

"How are you, senpai?" He smiled softly and stood next to me.

"I'm fine, what about you?"

Before I could answer him, Hado exclaimed something that caught my attention.

"The beauty contest's winner! Third year, class G, from the Support Course, the dazzling Kenranzaki Bibimi-san." And... I don't know how, but I kinda knew who she was.

Maybe because I've seen her once, those eyelashes aren't a joke. What a quirk...

"In this year's contest, Kendo-san, who is winning fans because of the commercial will participate. Hado-san is really excited about it." I glanced at Amajiki senpai as he spoke. "But a presentation in front of the public..." Now he was on his knees, holding his stomach with both arms. I placed my hand on his back, and bending over slightly I tapped his back softly. "Just thinking about that oww... oww... my stomach is starting to hurt!" I saw Izuku sweatdrop at our senpai's behaviour. But I honestly thought it was adorable-

No! I have a boyfriend! Whom I love very much!

But Amajiki senpai is just really huggable...

"That's why this year I will be the winner! This is my last year, after all." Senpai stood up slowly and smiled at Hado, Togata did too.

Our blond senpai closed his fist in a 'Do your best!' way, saying, "You can do it!" We stayed in complete silence for a few seconds, before Togata spoke up once again. "Anyway... let's keep showing Eri around! Our next stop is..."

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"...The support department!"

The next thing that was said, was a whole conversation with these two being nerds together about where we were. And while I was looking around, I saw a pretty dirty Hatsume-chan walking up to Izuku from behind him. She noticed me looking at her, and she made me a 'shh' motion with her finger.

"That's right, the Cultural Festival is the moment when the support classes shine!" And after that Hatsume-chan talked about her new creation.

This girl is amazing... although kinda weird... I approve!

She was asking Izuku about his support item when her creation exploded. The three of us immediately took Eri out of the room. We walked around U.A. for a while, and observing around everyone working on their stands, I saw him.

Shinso Hitoshi.

What do I do?

[airasora]

Plot Twist: Do a power move and ship Miguel with Chel to really stick it to Tulio! (Obviously this isn't a serious suggestion xD)

As for serious suggestions, I will admit, my brain isn't that creative for such stuff as well as being unsure what exactly you're looking for, I can't even explain any of my choices/suggestions lol.

For Girls I thought Lottie or Tiana from Princess and the Frog, Marina from Sinbad, Kida from Atlantis or Pcoahontas maybe?

As for guys I could only think of Milo from Atlantis or the Beast/Adam (After Quasi stole his girl)

For some strange reason I thought of either Nani or David from Lilo and the Stitch.

Now if you want smth more angsty or "toxic" for interesting dynamics, maybe Gaston or Eris from Sinbad...?

I also thought maybe Thomas from Pocahontas, but then remembered you made him Lina's brother in your Hollina AUs, but at the same time it'd be kinda funny for both Lina and Thomas falling for the fun-loving outgoing blondes.

And last one I kept thinking of Eric but we already had Sinric, but then again... they all got two hands so who knows.

Again idk enough movies or series probably to fit for Non Disney stuff and especially in the guys department I seem to be lacking ideas for, but I just pondered as a fellow Miguel fan. I always felt like an outlier.

Chel

I know you're joking, but honestly, I agree with the energy lolol xD

I know I'm gonna break some hearts here, but I REALLY don't like Lottie... x'D I get what they were going for, and I do think they accomplished that so I appreciate her in an objective fashion... but me personally? She just annoys me so much xD

Tiana and Naveen make me so sad cause their human designs were SO GOOD and then they're frogs most of the time - I almost wish their human designs had sucked so them being frogs wouldn't have felt like such a slap in the face Dx

I like that you said Chel wasn't a serious suggestion, but then suggest the other "native babes" like Kida and Pocahontas and I am ALL for Miguel getting the hot princess. If anyone deserves it, he does!

I like the idea of Pocahontas because with Miguel, rather than John Smith's initial dismissive and racist attitude, Miguel would (like we see in El Dorado) just run around and want to genuinely learn about her culture. He'd be so excited about literally everything and I could see Pocahontas falling head over heels with that. I think Pocahontas might be my favorite option so far!

My issue with Kida and Milo is the same I have for Hercules and Megara: their animation styles are a little bit too unique.

What I mean by this is that Atlantis' animation is very "sharp." The edges are SO square on, for example, their hands and I don't like when animation is too sharp or too soft - it gotta be just right!

Hercules has a similar, but ALSO opposite problem. If you take a look at Megara's hand here, it legit looks like the back of her hand is swollen, as if she got stung by a bee and that entire area swelled up like this. But no, this is just the animation style. And it freaks me out xD I dislike the sharp edges in movies like Atlantis, but the opposite extreme isn't good either.

These animation styles aren't so different from other (non)Disney styles that it takes me out of crossovers (like The Last Unicorn does, I will die on this hill, I hate that it's considered (non)Disney by majority of the crossover community xD) so I can definitely still ship characters from these movies. It's not that they are hard to work with, but that I'm just not a big fan off overly sharp or round character designs.

I've seen a few Miguel and Nani videos actually, and what is interesting is that in quite a few of them... Nani is toxic as hell xD Something you may have noticed about crossovers (and by you I mean anyone reading this) is that some characters are more often portrayed as the abuser in comparison to other characters, and what they all have in common is that they have a lot of scenes where they're angry - cause that can be used to represent abuse, toxicity or just being mean. Odette is also often used as the "abusive" character because she has so many scenes where she's angry - I think that's why Nani is used to portray that sort of character often in crossovers x'D

I can definitely see her fall for Miguel cause he and David are kinda similar? Good guys with good hearts, absolute himbos and loyal as hell. Which is kinda why I don't personally ship Miguel and David, there isn't quite enough contrast between them for me personally.

GASTON DESERVES NOTHING XD

Eris is a character I would edit with ALL THE TIME if it wasn't for her amazing, but pain in the ass hair xD

Thank you for all the suggestions! It gave a lot of food for thought, and it was fun to think about Miguel this much :D

[sofiasjornal]

A Court of Silver Flames Review

Let me just say that I recently saw Sarah's interview where she says that Nesta is the most personal she got with her character and that she sometimes felt like Nesta did and I just wanna give Sarah a big big hug! You climbed the mountain, Sarah, just like Nesta did and you're helping many people, me included climb theirs, so thank you! Now the book!

Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ and a half (officially second favorite of the series)

If this was the last book of the series I would be very very pissed because I still have too many questions without an answer! But since it isn't (thank the cauldron!) it was a fantastic book!

Nesta's journey was very slow build but I really appreciated that because that's how it is when you're in a such dark place. Sometimes it's painfully slow for you to get to the other side! I loved the Valkyries storyline and that she found friends outside of the night court. I love the night court but just like Feyre has her art studio, Nesta needs also a purpose outside of it. And the Valkyries fit perfectly. Also, how cool was her relationship with the House?! I want one!

I saw some comments online of people saying they ended up disliking Cassian after the book but that didn't happen with me at all. I liked him even more (he's my second favorite brother, for now!) It was so interesting to see him trying the girls and taking care of Nesta, we really got a sense of what a great guy he is. The only thing I thought it was missing was his war general side. I wished we could see his strategic thinking more, or him with his troops.

The two of them are warriors at heart and they fit perfectly together and there's not much to say about that. I had no doubt Nesta would accept the bond, not when she was so obviously in love with him and their relationship just naturally built (it reminded me a bit of Aelin and Rowan to be honest, with the "hatred" in the beginning, and the training, I thought that was cute).

The whole baby Nyx storyline with Feyre and Rhys almost gave me a heart attack! When Rhys told the brothers the baby had wings I got that dread feeling in my got and at the end of the book I just wanted to cry. Also, it was very cruel, good cruel, awesome, of Sarah to make us live through that in Nesta's POV. But I honestly don't think I would've made it until the end if it was Rhys or Feyre's POV. I would've crawled into a ball and just stayed there holding the book. But if one day, Sarah decides to right a novella with their povs, I will buy it and sob!

HOWEVER, all is beautiful, all is magical and all ends well but I have questions.

1- What's up with Azriel and Elain? If the next book is truly about Elain, then it's going to be a mess. She's ignoring Lucien all she can and I don't know how that's going to change. And Azriel, who was all certain she was meant for him, now is making eyes at Gywn. Sure, Rhys ordered him to stay away from Elain, but didn't he move on kinda fast? Also, let's suppose for a second that Eris dies somewhere in the next book, would it be possible for Lucien to be the heir of Autumn court? But as Helion's son (we still have that little revelation to look forward to) would he also be the heir to Dawn court? I also saw someone hypothesizing that Tamlin wouldn't survive in the next book and that Lucien could be the heir to the spring court as well, that Elain would fit well there. So the possibilities are endless...

2- What's the next storyline going to be, hunting for Koschei? Tracking down the other queens? Now that Nesta has given up most of her power, would some of the burden fall to Elain, being she the strongest of the two?

3- Are Mor and Emerie going to be a thing? I'm all for it!

4- Amren and her theory about Rhys being High King Amren always seems to know more than everyone else and she clearly thinks that fate is showing signs of the path forward, where Rhys and Feyre would be High King and Queen. I don't know how I feel about this. But though I love Amren, I sometimes feel like she isn't showing all her cards.

There are probably more but I guess it all depends on how long ACOTAR is going to be. 7 books + 1 novella like TOG? More? Less?

I guess what I'm saying is that we need at least two more ACOTAR books to make sense of all of this!

[sappholovell]

TW: SA, r@pe, and discussions of abuse and violence particularly in romantic relationships

Also spoilers for ACoTar and Shadow and Bone

This is just a tangent that's been on my mind for a while, so take this as me shouting into the void. There's been a few trends in YA literature that have caught my attention, but none as much as "you're a bad person, hence you are a rapist." My best example of this is A Court of Thorns and Roses, or ACoTaR, by Sarah J. Maas. Nearly every character who is a bad person has either sexually assaulted another character or offered to keep a female or underaged character for their followers or minions or some shit. Amarantha, Ianthe, and many of the Illyrian soldiers (who are supposed to be GOOD GUYS, might I add) are like this, and others are just neglectful or abusive to their partners or families (Beron, Tamlin, Kier, and even Eris, to an extent.) Now, stories about SA survivors are always good to tell, but that's not what this is. This is the lazy ability to make a character a rapist in order to make them unlikable, even against their own personality.

This happens in Shadow and Bone as well with the Darkling. Before the fandom gets their pitchforks and starts running, let me finish. Making Genya spy on the king at the age of eleven, knowing that he would sexually abuse her? That is something that the Darkling would do. But astral projecting into Alina's room and pretending to be her boyfriend to get in her pants? His whole thing is trying to make her stronger and more confident so that if (when, in his mind) she chooses to leave Mal and join the Darkling they can rule as equals. She's the Persephone to his Hades, in his mind. He's a horrible person. He's committed genocide, created abominations, and tried to torture some guy while his girlfriend watched in order to steal the girlfriend, all out of a twisted and selfish love for his people and himself. Writing him coercing Alina just feels like a lazy way to make him eviler, and it takes all of the depth from his later character arcs.

In SJM's case, Rhys as an SA survivor comes up, but it isn't a major part of his story arc. His experiences (as well as Mor's, Gwyns, and Nesta's) are only brought up in long, performative rants that are supposed to be empowering but lose purpose after the first six hundred words. And the rapists themselves? I have no idea. They have no personality after that point, except for maybe Amarantha. I thought that it fit Amarantha's personality okay. But seriously, this idea that all men are creepy sex addicts who can't control themselves and hate women unless they are the four conveniently attractive magical men SJM has lined up for us gets old really fast, and it takes all the fun out of the villain. Oh, there's a female rapist too? That's neat. That could open a discussion. What else does she do? What does she want? What are the villains' motivations? She doesn't know, and neither do we. It's power or something. We could have guessed this ourselves. Even Tamlin had to be violent and mentally abusive.

In conclusion, in order to write a good villain please think about the direction you are going to take them in, and give them a personality and backstory as you would any other character before making them do evil things; Make those evil things line up with their motivations and experiences. And please, please, please don't make them ALL rapists and sex offenders if they are a nomadic or indigenous civilization because that comes off as really really racist. Thank you and good night.

[goodbyenorthernlights]

I think I've mentioned before that I RP Rezo on dreamwidth sometimes, and the RP community on dreamwidth does a lot of ooc/meta chat on a second website called plurk. I keep my plurk account private (and I do not particularly recommend plurk as a site, tbh, I'm just there because it's where other people are) so. Figured I'd repost some of the stuff I've written about Rezo for the 1.5 people on tumblr who might be interested.

Here's a meta post about Rezo and Zelgadis's relationship that I wrote 9 months ago, featuring some commentary (in italics) from the Zelgadis-mun I was playing with at the time.

Gonna ramble a bit about my take on Rezo and Zelgadis's relationship, so, uh, CW: Child/familial abuse and general dysfunctional family stuff.

This need to ramble inspired by a tumblr post I saw along the lines of "does turning your grandson into a chimera count as physical abuse."

Now idk how one would classify that because obviously nobody in the real world has been able to do such a thing. Although I'm sure there's a precedent for people doing nonconsensual medical experiments on their children, which would probably be the closest analogy?

Anyway, after a bit of thinking I kind of picture that Rezo would have been like. A mixture of psychologically abusive and neglectful.

wrt the neglect I also think a lot of it would have been cultural- like WE'D consider a guy letting the teenager in his care go on dangerous raids against bandits to be a blatant act of supervisory neglect but in the Slayers 'verse nobody really bats an eye at Lina, the teenage protagonist, going around getting into zany adventures.

And this is headcanon but I imagine Rezo started working as a healer at a similar age. So if anyone called him out on that he'd just be ???? and think they were like. Smotheringly overprotective.

But based on the way we see flashback!Zelgadis behaving, I do think Rezo was generally pretty good to him as a kid. I can see him being distant, and/or leaving a lot of Zelgadis's actual care up to other people, but I don't think he hit Zel or insulted him or anything like that.

I think the abuse started very suddenly and rapidly got worse, basically.

Basically, imagine you've been raised by your grandfather. He runs a nonprofit and is very busy with it, so he isn't around as much as you'd like, but he's always been kind to you and you also know the people he works with and they're always kind to you as well, and life is generally okay.

But then when you're fifteen he drugs you out of nowhere and you wake up missing a kidney, and after that he just keeps getting colder and more distant and starts getting involved in crime and makes you help him out and it all comes to a head a few years later when somebody finally fucking shoots him.

And then you're just left there like ????? well i'm gonna need a fuckton of therapy after all that.

Also, as Zelgadis's player, the fact that it was a revelation made him wonder how much of Rezo's prior actions were less about 'I love my grandson' or 'I have an obligation to this kid' and more 'I have a hidden agenda'.

Yeah, it's a wonder Zel is capable of trusting anyone at all after that happened. I imagine there might have been warning signs that Something Is Wrong With Rezo but 1) Rezo was doing his level best to hide them, and 2) Zel was a kid, not fuckin' Psychologist Sherlock Holmes, so from Zel's perspective it came entirely out of nowhere.

I mean, I assume it's why he stuck with Rezo because you get the sense that he honestly didn't believe anyone else would believe him over Rezo. He was shocked Zolf and Rodimus sided with him when he did defect

Yeah, I can imagine that the adults Rezo was interacting with were more "Hmmm" about him, it just kind of varied on where they went with that "Hmmm"

I think Zolf and Rodimus probably went "Wow okay so he's ACTUALLY a bastard" especially after he cursed Zel, whereas Eris went "oh no...... poor little meow meow......."

i do not know what to conclude about dilgear and noonsa although it is interesting to me that they're both nonhumans.

[smol-grey-tea]

How do you personally think Endless would play out after the ending, with all of the dolls living together in the same universe? I really do wonder how it would be, but I can only find a limited number of people putting their thoughts out there!

I think, by Endless, you mean the end of Nameless hehe

But to answer honestly, 🤔ᴴᴹ

I don't know 😂

Yea tbh I've never rly thought about it - but for you, Anon, I will think about it!! ^^

I'll start by saying that oh god this isn't functional or easy or perfect in the slightest

Second of all though, I do think it can and will (eventually) work.

Every single one of them in that house loves Eri and Eri loves every single one of them. Canonically! The dolls all team up to find her!

I believe the answer to this situation is polyamory. You're probably thinking "there's no way those guys would be willing to share her"

But to that I say, there's no way those guys would be willing to share her at first.

I think at the beginning they might urge her to choose just one of them to love and be with. And at the start, she'd understand, and she would try. She'd try her darndest. And they'd try their darndest too to convince her to choose them

But I think at the end of it all, after everything they do to convince her, she would inevitably decide not to decide. She loves all of them. She just does. And her love for one does not lessen the love for any other. Love is not finite. It can be shared, multiplied. And she could never choose just one.

They're all hoping she chooses them, and have kind of been fighting between themselves about it, but don't rly know how to feel at her decision. In the end tho, I'd say they all come to terms with it, since really, no one loses

But there is perhaps a more pressing issue. Something that's at an even higher risk of being lost

The house

It's already small enough just with the 6 of them, but now Nameless has moved in too? The living situation is sure to be the cause of many fights and breakdowns

Do some of them move out? If so, who? Where? How do they decide?

They spend a while trying to problem solve, sleeping on couches and on floors and doubled up, or somewhere else entirely. But that's just so impractical..

Eri decides she can no longer stand to see her beloved dolls fighting over who gets to stay and who has to move out. If one doll is having to move out, everyone is.

They have to sell the house....

None of it is easy. It's draining, exhausting and they almost change their mind so many times. The house full of memories of Eri, Nameless, her grandpa, her parents. Both her childhood and her life with the dolls. All of it, having to go.

And it's sad. It is so sad. How inanimate objects can carry so much meaning.

But Eri realises that the love and safety that her house gave her won't disappear, just because the objects that filled it are no longer there, just because she won't be living there anymore. Although her diaries held her memories, they would still be with her, whether they were ruined or not, whether she even remembered or not. The memories still mean the world, even if they were lost to time

She realises that you have to let go of the past in favour of the present. Sometimes, that is just what love demands of you. What life demands of you. To continue and make the choice to love, you have to move on.

And they all move in to a much bigger house that can provide much better for them

I think that's sweet..

As for the dolls, as they watch each other trying to prove themselves to Eri, as they compete, they actually realise they like each other more than they knew.

Lance and Red be like 😳😳😳 maybe gettin to like each other more than necessary yknow? Maybe they don't mind sharing a room so much anymore yknow?

I'm ngl. Yeonho's route kind of reads like they wanted to write his story but forgot the romance element til the very end. And I don't rly see him n Eri as particularly romantic. So. I think that he yea would still be jealous at first ofc but not in a romantic context

And imo. I believe that Tei and Yuri only grew to dislike each other because Yuri found out about Tei's danger towards Eri. So once Tei becomes less dangerous, they might become more friendly?

As for Nameless, I also kinda view him similarly to Yeonho, I don't see him n Eri in such a romantic context either 🤔ᴴᴹ I see him as such a cuddly bear.. He's just a guy who rly loves cuddles, that's my opinion

Idk what else to add. I guess I had more to say than I thought I did??? Quite profound as well.

Actually. I'd say you could make an entire sequel out of this concept. What if we did the whole thing again, where every route is each doll's love letter to Eri, then that gives us multiple endings. But if you do every route, then you can pick all of them and continue on the journey?

After I post this, I'm gonna reblog a post of mine that I made previously on this subject cuz my ideas then were pretty cool too

But yea, I didn't know I'd think about this so hard 😂 now I wanna rly make that into a fic or something??? Something has to happen about it

Thank you for asking me this, Anon!!! It's incredibly appreciated, I feel like on the Cheritz tag I'm living in dog years or something, cuz it always feels like it's been weeks since the last update when it's only been a couple days - so I rly appreciate this!!!! ^^ (*ˊᗜˋ*)ღԵհɑղƘՏღ

[xoteajays]

I think someone made posts - gifs - of the White Rascals characters, with their names next to their faces so you know who each character is. I'll send you the posts next time I see it again since I've already just spammed you with links during the last few days. So there's that.

Yeah.. I noticed they barely uploaded videos of High&Low scenes, for character compilations, basically no videos I've seen. And the videos I have seen anywhere, the sound is removed for copyright reasons.

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I wonder.. How long do you think Kato babysat Hyuga? Because if he babysat Hyuga since he was a baby, or really young, I could imagine a situation where young Hyuga was bite and pull hair as a child. Like he would be biting children, scratching them, pulling their hair, basically the childish way for attention. And Kato's kind of like his father figure.

I'm not physical. I'm not athletic. If I attempted sports, any sports, I'm sure I will be dead.. I can't even run to save my life. No spade games.

So for the people wanting to learn a sport like parkour, hopefully a lot of the older generation helps the younger generations who to actually be able to maneuver themselves probably without falling down at all.

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Yes. He slowly starts to trust the SWORD gangs, slowly being nicer to them, until they become proper allies. Even friends to some extent.

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That's what I thought. I believed she was fine, that she wasn't sick at all, not until after she started the necklace. She kept the necklace on since it was her most valuable present, especially from Smoky, but at the time they never realized that is what was making causing them to be sick. Hopefully Eri got proper treatment in the end though.

No. They only mention the SWORD leaders. But that's what it actually made me think of.. The girls are being picky about guys. But then any time they come across a guy they like, that guy doesn't like them.

The pettiness in me thinks it's funny.

Masaki has horrible luck with women. And, Hiroto, he's the man who thinks guys and girls can't be friends at all because they're always so different. And Hiroto never knows when a girl's flirting with him. So I will say he's also a himbo. Like how did he not realize she was flirting.

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I guess it depends on the story. And how well written the story is for a lot of different plots to enjoy when reading and writing. So it depends on the story. Both concepts are interesting in their own ways to me.

Everything always depends on how well written a story is for me.

That's why I want to write more backstories for Kuryu and Warriors... I see these videos, those videos have more story to these characters in the whole franchise compared to the show and movies combined. So I wanted more story for them. But that's just me though. Some of the characters deserved to depth to them for people to enjoy them more.

There was a thought that I had in mind. But I'm not sure yet, if I could actually write the idea. But after SWORD does take down Kuryu (with the original men from the movies), Warriors are the next Kuryu. Like a sequel concept. Or something like that. Maybe. I don't even know yet.

I am Ryu in these situations. I would be the only person wearing black clothes, with everyone else wearing vibrant clothing. I'm the "goth".

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You're a Scorpio? I don't know what I thought your sign would be.

Obviously I'm still figuring out two of my characters as I think up of a lot their personality, traits, mannerisms, anything that I could think of that comes to mind. But Red is definitely being difficult for me. I have no idea what her personality she should be, how she acts and reacts.

Orange: She is an extrovert. Despite her "intimidating" appearance, she is definitely cute in a childish way. Bubbly. Energetic. The person who tries seeing the good in others if she is able to. Playful. She's like a ball of sunshine type. But that doesn't mean she isn't confident, she can be assertive when she protects who and what she cares about all the time. Don't know if she is a fighter though. Cobra's opposite type.

Blue: I'm still figuring her out. But.. She's introverted. She has quieter energy (like Cobra), maybe shy, even withdrawn unless she is around people she's comfortable with. Creative. Since she comes from a big family, she might have a competitive side but is also protective in this nurturing way. She would be the type to get out of her shell when she is comfortable enough around people. Although I am still figuring her out. But she is Murayama's opposite type, I just don't know what the connection is between those characters yet.

Red: I don't know about her yet. If she is somehow connected to the Daruma gang, how should her personality be? I don't know if she is a fighter or not. I don't know if she should be violent. Or should she be the complete opposite of Hyuga. I don't know. And I also don't know what the connection between those characters yet either.

Two out of three characters so far are opposites to their counterparts though. Completely unintentional. But kinda funny to me though.

That's your decision. The cheat sheets might help make things easier, if you find a really descriptive page for certain personality types.

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I might have more Rocky headcanons. Possibly headcanons for some relationships, like how he would act and react in certain situations.

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Well.. Without spoilers. Bloodhounds is based on - based off of - this Korean webtoon comic like many other entertaining Korean shows or movies we've seen. Anyway. I think the ending of the show was really the ending for the comic from what I know. I'm not sure. So maybe I'll start reading webtoons again? Maybe. So if there is a chance they are going to continue the show, they might have to figure out a new plot.

Extracurricular actually turned out to be better than I thought. It's the most intense, suspenseful, Korean crime drama thriller I have seen so far. So keep an open mind when watching that show, if you decide to.

Horror movies.. Have you ever seen the Taiwanese horror movie The Sadness? That is a completely fucked up movie. Completely gory.

kato is, kind of unsurprisingly, taller than hyuga. not by a lot, but still taller. i just imagine him fully lifting hyuga up when he’s acting bitchy, even when he’s a teenager (and sometimes as an adult if he’s going too far). sometimes you just gotta wrangle a short feral dude because he keeps biting and pulling people’s hair.

oh im absolutely not a physical person. i am an arts person through and through. i will die before i have to do an extremely physical activity. watch me die immediately in any apocalyptic situation.

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murayama is absolutely going to challenge newly-made-leader takeshi to a fight. tak will probably lose but murayama will be like ‘we’re best friends now! :)’ and tak just ‘whatever 😒’.

i think rocky, tak and cobra would get along on account of being the more chill ones. takeshi and hyuga are just opposite sides of the insane scale and probably wouldn’t get along too well; takeshi is the ‘yea i’ll dive off the roof of a very tall building with no hesitation’ kind of nuts and hyuga is ‘*bites you bites you bites you*’ crazy.

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i think it was mentioned in the worst episodes or movie that eri and other nameless city citizens were getting treatment iirc?? it’s a shame nothing could be done for smokey since they didn’t unveil the whole toxic dump situation until it was too late and he was too sick.

the girls are so picky and then act surprised that they’re single. like. not to say lower your standards but also yall are reading every guy so wrong. like every single complaint was wrong. rocky isnt really a party animal nor is he unhygienic; cobra’s only quiet when he’s not around his close friends; murayama’s not still at high school because he was stupid or anything, he just hadn’t gotten serious about growing up - and he has now; it’s literally not smokey’s fault that he’s sick or that he was abandoned at nameless; and okay. hyuga does ride on his car’s bonnet but there is so much worse about him.

like they were completely overlooking all the good traits about the guys and their good traits definitely outshine their ‘bad’ ones.

masaki and hiroto, the himbo younger brothers, and takeru, the only one who actually has good luck with women (or i assume as much because of the. ykno. everything about him). it definitely doesn’t click with hiroto that someone’s flirting with him unless they’re being very clear, but also sometimes he’s probably flirting without meaning to. hiroto has natural charm, he’s also just a lil dumb.

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i was born at the very end of october so i’m solidly in the middle of the scorpio dates range.

i definitely find it easy to parse out my oc’s personalities once i think about them a lot or start writing them. i like figuring out all their little mannerisms and what they’d do in specific situations as opposed to just plopping them into a more defined box. i think that’s half my problem with picking specific personality types because sometimes they might break out of that outline and then i have to prod around again.

i think the orange girl fits well with cobra. i do think that cobra still has a bit of a playful side that you sometimes get to see when he hangs out with noboru and yamato or even when chiharu first joins and they’re all drinking together. he’s just been stressed out over the whole kuryu situation and he’s an introvert. i think a sunshine girl would match him well.

a withdrawn sisterly type is an interesting choice for oya. i can see the boys being as equally protective of her as she is of them. blue with her quiet competitiveness versus her oya friends’ loud competitiveness. murayama high energy ‘lets f*cking go!!’ and blue’s quiet energy ‘yeaaa!’

going to babble about my gals now because. im obsessed with them. still plotting but here’s what ideas i’ve got.

ryuko is definitely more book-smart because she was almost completely raised within kuryu’s metaphorical and physical walls. she didn’t even go to an actual high school and just had a rotation of tutors. she’s got daddy issues and mommy issues so. take that how you will (has untreated mental illness). she’s just constantly holding back a gut wrenching scream at all times because she can’t express how much her childhood fucked her up. really she’s got a bit of an attitude and is kinda sassy sometimes, her and hyuga can go snap for snap. she’s in a bit of an ‘opposite’s attract’ situation with murayama because he’s this adult who’s still got a fun, childish nature meanwhile she had to grow up quickly. he’s helping mellow her out and have fun.

listen i have this whole scene idea of ryuko going full unhinged while attacking a (currently unnamed) kuryu guy from ryu’s faction. there’s a quote swirling in my head about her ‘having a dragon inside’ while she carves a scar in his face. her and hyuga are so ‘insane siblings’ coded while having absolutely no blood relation.

hinami is quiet but she’s way more introverted than ryuko and has way more street-smarts. she’s the type to isolate herself when she’s upset or in a bad mood, she’s got plenty of hiding spots around nameless. she also leans more towards being a tomboy, she’s ‘one of the guys’ but like. actually one of the guys. she has this big competitive nature when it comes to proving herself and has got a little bit of an ego really. her and takeshi are a ‘best friends to lovers’ trope. she trusts him the most, he knows her best, but they’re both fumbling with confessing because they don’t want to ‘ruin the friendship’ by ‘misreading’ the other’s feelings.

i know a lot of the guys don’t use weapons because they’re all ‘purity in fighting with their hands’ about it, but ryuko has a selection of traditional japanese blades (a higonokami, a tanto, eventually a katana); and hinami has a homemade slingshot that she uses to whip solid ohajiki pieces and large glass marbles directly at people’s heads, she’s got incredible aim.

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gimme the rocky headcanons and i’ll trade you some murayama and takeshi headcanons!

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well if they do make a second season, i hope they do it justice. sometimes people go a lil off the path when they don’t have a predetermined outline like a book or webseries. like game of thrones…..

i’ll have to put it on the list! love a good exciting thriller.

i think i’ve seen some scenes from the sadness but i haven’t watched the full movie. i’ve heard it’s very messed up.

[prettytanuki]

s02ep01 of Mushoku Tensei

Yay, everybody's most hated anime finally started!

"Hey, you, you're finally awake!"

Spoilers below!

So the episode starts and the first thing I see isn't the image above but... this:

Is this Rudeus? Why is he blushing? Can't trust blushing in this anime!

(it wasn't Rudeus lol!)

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>Do I need to answer that?

Wow I see Rudeus became a snarky ass anti-social hikineet again.

She literally snapped (the arrow).

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>I'd like a room for a month, please.

A whole month? So he's going to start searching from here?

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lol he just left a pile of coin and went in

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My boy, erm, man, is down bad.

This is kinda creepy ngl

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>I'm not travelling to get over my heartbreak. I need to find Zenith.

Who is Zenith?

...

Oh yeah, his, his mom. I, I think...??? (or was it his sister???)

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Wow now this is some tropey bullshit.

Ever since wild west movies you can't enter a goddamn tavern without everyone looking at door and making comments. It's like they sit in these tables just waiting for someone to enter through them doors. Like dude what were you even doing there before Rudeus walked through? Weren't you having a conversation? Drinking? Or were you like "hey bro keep watch on the door while I take a sip."

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>Excuse me, would you mind helping me officially disband my party?

Oh, so that's what he went there for.

>*hesitates*

Just hand the tag, Rudeus, gosh, stop being so melodramatic!

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>Did his party get wiped out?

Uh... no?

So did nobody notice what his party name was? I thought that would be important? I guess it's not that famous outside the... whatever that demon region was called.

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>What about your party? >I work alone.

ok, kirito, calm down

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wow he had a panic attack?

what... what is he touching in there

is it... it's her hair isn't it

...

okay...

bro is down bad

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Every time I see a scene like this I can't help but think that this person only looks after Rudeus because he looks like a kid and if he looked his original way she would just kick him out.

Sad but that's what I learned from Cheat Skill: people are (jusfiably tbh) prejudiced against fatass hikineets (u_u)

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Is he talking about his sister or Eris...?

(come to think of it, wasn't his sister already found? Gee, I completely forgot everything that happened in season 1!)

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>touches Eris hair as a group of dudebros walk by

Rudy... bro...

Haha haha. Brutal.

Just dumping salt on the wound aren't ya!

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>you're early

I thought he was diligent, but I guess he just didn't sleep.

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Something I noticed rewatching:

>I can cast spells without an incantation >the girls: *didn't even hear that* >the two magic guys: :o (holy shit) >the sword guy: huh? (what are them reacting about???)

I guess you could say this is a big deal for some. And others have no idea about it.

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>he doesn't shake her hand

Stop being so melodramatic, Rudeus, jesus christ, they aren't even dead!

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So the leader isn't the strongest. He sounds like the weakest, in fact.

I'm glad they have a healer. If I remember correctly it's the one thing Rudeus can't do.

Tsundere girl on full power AGAIN I see.

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>you might part ways with us and party with other adventurers someday.

No, dude, they're using her to teach YOU!

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>They can't see well in the dark, right?

I'm glad Rudeus actually learned something in his adventures. What an experienced adventurer he grew up (?) into!

PSA: adventurer isn't a stable job. Please don't be like him.

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Why do I feel like that's not the case for Rudeus...

>then, what if I joined close range?

RUDEUS WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT YOU'RE A MAGE

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>the last person I saw cast silently was a teacher in my school days

It's that rare...

Wait how old is this guy.

He has lines under his eyes so I guess he must be extremely old (like 30 years old or more (sorry ;p)).

With that long hair, scarf and physique he looks like a character from some BL. Which one of the two other party guys would people ship him with?

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THEY AREN'T DEAD. FUCKING HELL RUDEUS. STOP.

Guy you're talking to probably had his old party members die on him or some shit, your issues are NOTHING compared to *gestures around*

JUST GET IN THE DAMN ROBOT RUDY!!!

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How nice of the monsters to stay together still in one spot where you can just blast them off the planet with one big explosion magic.

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>mage, whispering: exa-flame >BOOOM

okay.

>he chants whispering again

Why is he whispering. That explosion was fucking loud. The monsters woke up already.

>he does it again

You know what I think that's just how he speaks.

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What is Rudeus listening to on the ground?

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>it's too late

Did he see it with his eye?

Rudeus???

Jesus christ, he was about to suicide by monster grizzly bear attack.

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Stop giving everyone trouble, Rudeus. Cast some spell...

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Wow the healer actually heals.

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>Why isn't everyone running?

You think you can outrun a bear? Humans are better at long distance endurance you know.

>of course I know why they stand and fight

Because... they gonna die if they don't???

Sorry is this supposed to be deep?

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>goes grope Eris embarrassing hair bundle again

>doesn't

Is this supposed to be character development?

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I can't believe this lazy sack of shit did nothing the entire fight just to step up last moment and seize the hero spot.

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Oh it's the melting snow thing again.

This gets a pass.

Because it looks badass.

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This looks like it could make a good wallpaper.

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Love at first sight!

If tsundere switches because of his power level I swear to god...

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What is this. Blood? Mud? Fire burns? Cold burns? An EoE reference? I don't even know.

I'm glad Rudeus can actually loot things like a proper adventurer.

I'm also VERY GLAD this is actual looting in this series and none of that "monster disappears and turns into Japanese-style bath tub drop item" kind of bullshit.

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The fact that he can say "thank you" in scenes like these is probably one of the best parts of this series.

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One thing I noticed rewatching:

They're shaking hands NOW because he didn't shake her hand when they left. This went over my head the first time.!

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>more tavern antagonism

Stop acting like NPCs, NPCs...

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>everyone: fuck off foreigner >:( *xenophobes* >foreigner: we'll buy everyone a round of drinks! >everyone: uh, yeah ur alright :3

Leader is paladin class I see.

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>Rudeus! Rudeus! Rudeus! Rudeus!

please stop

this is cringe

he just cast one spell

y'all spoiling him

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>hand in pocket

AGAIN DUDE???

wait what

what

WHAAAATTTT

no way

It's the panties. The holy relic.

Jesus christ.

>what the hell am I doing?

What the hell are you doing really!

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You know despite the voice actor's terrific voice acting it's kinda hard to take you seriously when you're pressing your teacher's stolen panties against your face like that.

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I'm glad he finally came to terms that NOBODY EVEN FUCKING DIED YET.

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Wow such an impact...ful.. scene... i... guess????

Okay, so we have both good news and bad news.

Good news is... he isn't into the redhead loli.

Bad news is... he's really into the teacher loli.

Sad news is... best loli is the crazy demon lord loli and I'm afraid we won't be graced by her absolutely psychopathic presence again so soon. But we will one day I hope. Think of it like this Rudeus was born with two eyes, right, so what I'm saying is... does that count as foreshadowing??? Please???

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So new season starts with now-veteran adventurer Rudy getting into a new party and he will probably use their help to search for his mother (?) Zenith.

All things ranted one thing we get in this anime that we don't normally get is a character having started his adventurer job from zero in a world, leaving a party, then forming a new party and showing off his experience.

Normally it's start from zero OR start with full experience.

Refreshing that we get to see both ways for once.

[rayshippouuchiha]

... Chisaki Kai unironically pays for quirkless feet pics. None of the precepts bring it up and the rest of the yakuza grunts never know. (Precepts think its weird but also don't wanna die)

Oh my GODS what if

Izuku somehow looses his shoes during the raid and like, Chisaki SEES and looses his shit because holy fuck this guy should be quirkless. Everyone questions how he could recognize on sight (could lead to Izuku having to pay for medical supplies during middle school and You Know What fuck yea hes going to monitize his quriklessness, or just, Chisaki has mad attention to detail)

By the gods, you asked and now we shall all receive:

For all of the different, and often times horrifying, ways Izuku has imagined his side job finally being discovered, he can honestly say this scenario wasn't the one he saw sitting at the top of the charts.

Here, of course, being in the middle of the street, mid-villain fight.

Or if he's being more accurate about the parts that are really sticking out to him: mid-villain fight in front of his homeroom teacher, a half dozen of his classmates, numerous other pro heroes and police officers, and the little girl strapped to his back.

Izuku had always kind of imagined he'd forget to close his laptop or his mom would walk in on him setting up a shoot one day despite him being meticulous about making sure she's out of the house and well away before he ever even thinks about pulling out his gear.

He'd only ever briefly entertained, admittedly nonsensical and wildly sleep-deprived, thoughts about this particular scenario happening.

And yet, here he is.

Izuku's honestly not sure how, exactly, he'd managed to lose his shoes in the battle. Hell, up until roughly ten seconds ago he hadn't really even noticed all that much or been all that inclined to care.

All he'd been focused on was protecting Eri and kicking Overhaul into the next calendar year. Most everything else, including his lost shoes and destroyed socks, hadn't seemed anywhere near as urgent as those two issues.

But he's absolutely noticing and caring now.

Izuku is absolutely going to hunt down whichever one of his ancestors it was who pissed off a luck kami or caused someone to curse their entire family line to "live in interesting times" and set their gravestone on fire.

Because divine retribution or an ancient curse has to be the reason why he's in this position.

"It is you, isn't it, Yamikumo?" Overhaul rasps in his direction, expression twisted in what looks a lot like some horrible form of almost starstruck confusion.

"Aa-hh," Izuku sputters out a broken sound, mind still not fully willing to accept what Overhaul saying that name to him has to mean.

"It has to be," Overhaul keeps on, eyes fever bright. "You're even wearing the white polish I sent you."

That statement's enough to snap Izuku's mind back into focus. Because that means ,,,

"Mr. Clean!?" Izuku squawks out the username of one of his best and most loyal customers.

And, much to his ever-mounting horror, Overhauls' face practically lights up.

"Yes!" The villain practically crows despite the fact that Izuku still has him pinned to the ground, with one bare heel digging into his collar bone.

But then, Izuku can't help but think just a bit hysterically, given all that's just been revealed, he's probably enjoying that part of this entire situation.

"I'd recognize those beautiful toes of yours anywhere," Overhaul keeps going, one clearly broken and disfigured hand coming up to pet the top of Izuku's foot gently. "But how? I don't understand, Yamikumo. You're supposed to be quir-"

Izuku knows exactly what Overhaul is about to announce so he does the only rational thing he can do in this situation.

He shifts his weight and brings his other bare foot down heel first against Overhaul's temple.

The villain collapses the rest of the way onto the rubble beneath him, finally, blessedly, unconscious.

"Problem Child," Aizawa-sensei's voice from so close behind him, and not to mention the obvious confusion in it, sends a shaft of pure dread straight down Izuku's spine. "What the actual fuck?"

By this point, Izuku thinks as the edges of his vision begin to blacken, passing out is basically self-defense.