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bleue-flora · 3 months ago

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not sure what you mean by cdreams arguement and not your opinion I can't find anything in that vod stating his perspective on suicide but I do see now that it could have been about vikk. The reason I and many people assume its about his suicide specifically is because of how desensitized he is to death and how he know how painful death is. I know the ''I know how painful death is'' line could have been referring to c!tubbo taking his final life, but the way he phrases it to me sounds like he has experienced it countless times before and gone to limbo many times. And why wouldnt he test suicide revivals, it would make sense for his character to off himself for the sake of finding out knowledge that maybe killing lazar and vikk or others couldn't provide. And yeah the ''death by revival book'' i said was written at like 5 am i was not writing properly

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That was more so me telling people to not misconstrued my words and take me talking about Dream’s argument where he uses the Revive Book to highlight how Tommy’s suicide would have been meaningless to mean that I personally think in any sense that suicide is meaningless (as there have been people who came for my head, taking these types of statements and using them to say that I’m unempathetic and such…) which is really besides the point.

I mean you can absolutely take his statement like that. That is entirely reasonable and I follow the logic, my designs for stages duo has them having white strands of hair for their many deaths after all [Dream & Punz]. But I will also say that that statement in particular is to highlight that Tommy isn’t unique in experiencing pain or death, since Tommy tends to have this delusion that he is the only one who can get hurt. And based on Dream’s words we know that he has died at least once before. So he really does know how painful death is, and is highlighting that Tommy knowingly causing his painful death just yesterday. But I also think Dream perhaps experienced things more painful than death so him being desensitized to it would make sense in that way as well…

Why wouldn’t he test suicide to learn more about death? Because it’s unnecessary and risky. And also though I think prison give us the impression that Dream has little self preservation, I’m starting to wonder if that’s not entirely true either. Because the way I see it is if they only tested if the book works after prison [post], then that highlights that Dream was very naive going into staged finale and prison. That the book was really truly his very last card to be spared by the server. And that naiviness I think means then that perhaps it’s not that his self-preservation is poor, but he was too trusting. Which honestly more so aligns with what we see of his behavior anyways, isn’t it? Throwing bombs from the sky, always wearing armor, using other people like Wilbur to achieve his goals… etc like he doesn’t seem to just go out and risk dying and be uncaring about getting hurt. So perhaps he does actually want to avoid pain and suffering, that he didn’t knowing or intentionally put himself in a torture box, and if that’s true then maybe killing himself over and over wouldn’t be very in character after all.

Not to mention, that based off Dream’s own definition of Limbo that it changes based on all of the circumstances surrounding their death, meaning that you could kill yourself with the same knife in the same spot and Limbo could change. In which case, it seems rather pointless to study in the way we have assumed because you’re never going to discover every Limbo. And why would studying Limbo help answer the questions of the world anyways. It just doesn’t seem important to me in the grand scheme of things when mind control and the End are apparently also somehow connected to the book…

But in general it’s not that I can’t see why you’d make this assumption, it’s a reasonable assumption to make. One whose strongest argument would actually probably be this line from Dream:

“But we haven't tested… is somebody being selfless and dying a hero. We don't know anything about that because… we—can't test that because we're evil, we're so bad and—murderers—bla bla bla, whatever—who cares. But… We can test that now.” [clip]

Implying that they are not heroic enough to test dying a hero themselves. And yet, that point is oddly not the one I’ve often seen people use. XD However, this is also part of his set up for the bs saw trap thing and staged duo lay on their villain roles here real thick, so can we really take his words at face value? I don’t know, you could make an argument both ways…

At the end of the day, my point isn’t to say you are wrong or that your assumption is a bad one. My point is only to highlight that there is just as fair and reasonable, maybe even more reasonable, of a case to be made that these experiments are not what we as a collective have assumed them to be this whole time, and what does that say about staged duo’s relationship? What would that look like? What are the other possible outcomes, circumstances, answers that could apply if we make a different assumption?…

#ya know like…. what if we were wrong?…..#and as for your 5am writing. I assumed as much lol XD #dsmp #c!dream #dreblr #dream smp #dsmpblr #hello there #no one does it like c!dream #did someone order an essay?#c!staged duo #c!stagedduo #c!drunz #dsmp finale #revival book experiments #hoping still making sense because my brain is tired lol XD #c!punz #let me cook

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ghostie-gengar · 2 years ago

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Can you please talk about the "N is a Zoroark" theory? It too makes me want to commit violence

ohoho you are in for a LONG rant dear anon cuz every time i even think about this theory i wanna start biting (also just to get this out of the way, i feel like this post comes across very aggressive. if anyone actually likes this theory, that's fine. i just have a lot of issues with it)

so i will be repeating a couple things from my last n zoroark post and this is my weakest arguement BUT. if N was a zoroark it would have been revealed. like something that huge and theoretically integral to his character would have been shown. the game wouldn't hide it for people to try and solve with pieces that don't fit together. it would sprinkle shreds of evidence around and do a big reveal at the end or something

ALSO zoroarks can't talk. the pokedex says that zoruas transform into silent children as they are pokemon thus incapable of human speech. the zoroark lady in lostlorn forest also doesn't talk. the only noise she does make is growling/snarling. (that doesn't account for the hiker zoroark tho. im assuming he's an exception or an especially clever zoroark. my point is basically that for the most part zoroarks don't talk) and what does N do A LOT OF? talk. my man is chatty.

also that memory link cutscene where it's zoroark's memory but N is in the cutscene? zoroark was probably in its pokeball. pokemon are generally aware of whats going on outside of their pokeball

now for the more moral(ish) reasons why i don't like this theory!! N's literal WHOLE THING is that he was raised to believe he was less than human and about like accepting his humanity and understanding that everyone has different beliefs and thats a part of being human. and yknow that he's NOT a freak without a human heart but a human who thinks human things and has human feelings? if N was a zoroark that would basically undermine ALL of his growth!! his character arc would have been pointless!! and while a message that a pokemon is worthy of just as much respect as a human would be a good one, thats not wolhat they were going for with N!!

LAST THING. N is heavily neurodivergent coded. if after all that he turned out to not be human it would kinda just be a kick in the shorts. media has done this sort of thing before of course but still.

so yeah in conclusion: n has a zoroark fursona? Good. N's zoroark pretends to be him and they get into shenanigans? Good. N IS a zoroark? NO. BITES YOU BITES YOU BITES YOU

ahem. i am very passionate about my disliking of this theory. and as i said before i have no beef with anyone who likes this theory. in fact i do enjoy seeing the other side of an arguement so if anyone has evidence for why they think this theory is true, hit me with it. you're not gonna change my mind but i'll listen (i did see one theory tho where it was like n was the result of ghetsis banging a zoroark. if your theory is that, i don't want to hear it)

ok thats all i got bye

#i went to a con one time as n and someone came up to me and was like 'you're the guy whos like a zoroark!!' and i was like :(#anyways.#pokemon #pokemon black and white #n harmonia #pokemon bw #pokemon n #long rant #zoroark

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phightinghottakes · 4 months ago

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I'll put a couple more things out there before i stop indulging in this pointless arguement I managed to start.

Read my original post before you start accusing people of being 'mad', 'accusatory', 'bitchy', etc.

I never said that I have anything against oyu if you support this whole 'I'm onto Biograft thing'/I ship him with the others, you would know that if you read the original post with clear eyes. I folow multiple people who ship Biobox (because even if I don't ship it, the art is cute), and I have friend who are into robots, it's not like I'm a very biased person on the matter

I'm not forcing people not to post or trying to be insensitive, if anything, if they're because they're getting hated on, that's just another reason to stop posting. Do I think it's sad that that is a thing that happens, that people get so mad over such a thing as shipping, yes, but does that mean that it'll stop happening, no. If you're upset that you're getting jated on, judt stop doing the thing that you're getting hated on for, which is what I will being doing, as I am going to back out, seeing how sensitive people are about the topic.

I feel that this whole situation perfectly respresents the real reason why people dislike Biograft kissers and shippers: the moment you try to give your personal reasons as to why you dislike it, you get bombarded with hate, curses, and anger. Sorry to be blint, but it IS hypocritical to be so mad about getting hated on when you're doing more of it than anyone else. If I'm going to be honest, I was being as kind and gentle as I could be in my original post while also still trying to get my point across, only to have words put in my mouth, be called a bitch, and multiple other things.

Last thing. Before amyone else comes up and says it, I would like to take the blame. I knew i would get backlash for sharing my opinion on such a seemingly controversial subject. I am not backing iut because I'm saying that the people arguing with me are right, or because my feelings are hurt. I am backing out because I want to be as mature as possible right now. Anyone who chooses to continue the conversation may do so, but they will do it knowing that they have chosen to be less mature than the person they are making fun of.

-- 🌔 anon <3

#phighting hot takes #phighting!#phighting roblox #roblox phighting #phighting #hot take #the biograft kisser incident #biograft phighting #🌒 anon

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ryescapades · 4 years ago

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always | itoshi rin

— it was a pointless arguement, but that does not mean you will stop caring for rin everytime he's hurt, whether it'd be emotionally or physically.

character: itoshi rin [blue lock] x fem!reader

genre/warning: angst but ends with fluff, mention of injuries, shidou saying he wants y/n lmao 😭

notes: not proofread! this is written in a setting where blue lock has its own clinic/nurse office, and reader is an assistant who works there from time to time.

6:48 p.m. the clock on your phone read.

opening the door of the practice room, you took in the sight of a certain striker still doing his shooting practice. a kick was delivered, the ball moving and curving in a maddening arc before it hit the net of the goal.

"y/l/n!" turning your head towards the sound, you smiled, waving a bit as you saw isagi approaching you. "waiting for him again?" he asked as he stood beside you. you nodded, placing down your small backpack by the wall beside the door, "as usual."

you turned your head to look at rin staring at the ball for a second. expression turned sour, his tongue poking on the inside of his cheek as he tilted his head to the side in dissatisfaction.

"that's a good one." you commented, knowing you boyfriend heard you from where he stood. rin gave you a glance. "no, it's not. anyone can tell that ball would be blocked if this was a real game." he said, wiping his brows with the back of his hand before shooting another ball.

isagi raised an eyebrow. "i can't. i thought that one was a good shot too." he said to you, voice low as to not let rin hear him. you shrugged. "but it's in, right?" you stated, trying to coax rin hoping that he's not too harsh on himself.

you caught rin's sigh. "well, what do you know about football, y/n?"

you went silence.

he wasn't exactly striking a nerve, but that doesn't mean it didn't hurt any less to be told that you know nearly to nothing about your boyfriend's passion. seeming to sense the sudden tension, isagi took a glimpse at you in concern.

"for sure it's not much. but at least be easy on yourself sometimes-" you tried to reason but rin exhaled through his nose, cutting you off. "i can't do that now, can i? at this rate i'll never be able to surpass my brother." he seethed, making you frown.

you've never really agreed on how rin plays his football. he makes surpassing itoshi sae as what drives him to be the best. however, unbeknownst to him, you were worried that what if one day when he becomes the top striker and has surpassed sae, then what? he's going to drop it? you just hope for him to have a passion in football because he genuinely enjoys playing it. but until now you've always supported him because on the bright side, rin is improving well.

you huffed, muttering, "again with your brother." but it seemed like rin heard it as he turned, glaring at you. "if you're here to question why i play football, the doors' wide open for you to go home, y/n." you ignored the slight crack you felt in your heart.

"that's not what i meant! i just wanted to say that pushing too hard is not good either, rin. you should take care of yourself better." you retorted, voice now weak because at this point you just want to go home with rin, not having this childish fight. you're also tired from the works you handled today and if this goes on, you can see yourself laying in bed, so drained and lifeless already.

"you can't tell me what to do, y/n. fuck off." he snapped.

that did it.

by now you didn't even hide the hurt expression on your face. biting your tongue to prevent any more words from coming out that could potentially make it worse, you breathed out shakily.

suddenly, one of the door inside the practice room opened, and out came bachira, grinning wide with his cleats on one hand while the other held his water bottle, the signature blue lock towel hanging arpund his neck. "yo, isagi, rin-chan! let's go– oh shit." bachira stopped both his talking and walking as he noticed the tension between you and rin, plus isagi silently standing beside you by the door.

though you've never missed the chance to greet and high five bachira everyday before, this time you paid him no mind, eyes still locked with a pair of turqoise ones that is rin's.

"right. i'm sorry for wasting your time then. you can continue with whatever the fuck you're doing." without saying goodbye to any of the boys, you bent down and grabbed your backpack, slinging one of the straps to your shoulder then walked straight out of the door, hearing isagi saying, "oi, rin! that was..." before literally everything started to fade out, due to the distance and your tears flowing down your cheeks but you wiped them off, refusing to cry.

rin didn't even try to stop you from leaving.

★★★★★

the next day, you were busy arranging the many bottles of medicines on the shelf when the sound of the door opening caught your attention. turning around, you were greeted with a sight of shidou ryusei, the infamous ranked two soccer player, with his face a little beaten up but looking unconcerned, as he always is. hands tucked inside the pocket of his shorts, shidou raised an eyebrow when he saw you.

"hm, it's you, rin-chan's little girlfriend." he grinned as you eyed him, ignoring the slight dejection you felt when hearing rin's name. "what happened this time?" you asked with a sigh, already been treating the guy once or twice already due to the many times he got himself in a fight with someone. of course you knew who that someone is, he's the only one shidou always picks a fight with.

"rin-rin, obviously. who else?" shidou answered with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders, not providing anymore explanation as he approached one of the beds inside the nurse office, plopping his butt down. seeing as he already made himself cozy, you grabbed the first aid kit provided in the shelf and immediately got to work while you mindlessly listen to him whistling an unknown tune.

you were asking shidou some questions here and there, but they were all mostly about useless stuff (since you weren't exactly a friend of his), it was only around five minutes in, when suddenly the door of the nurse office opened once again, catching both your attention.

your hands paused for a second after applying a bandaid on shidou's cheek, heartbeat skipping as your eyes connected with a familiar pair of turquoise irises. "y/l/n! thank goodness you're– oh, shidou's already here..." isagi's chirpy voice trailed off as he stood beside rin at the door.

your gaze didn't stray away from your boyfriend. he was, like shidou, injured with cuts and bruises here and there on his face. your eyebrows furrowed slightly in worry.

shidou grinned wider. "ooh~ it's the boyfriend himself." he taunted. you glanced between the three boys. from where you stood, rin's gritted teeth were visible as he glowered at the blonde beside you.

your heart fell; it was obvious rin wanted to avoid your gaze and somehow shidou figured out what was going on. he smirked, eyes filled with mischief. shidou moved off the bed and stood properly, hands returned inside his pockets before he started walking to leave the nurse office. "well, i'm done here. by the way, you should really fix whatever the fuck is going on between you two. or else i'll steal her away just to spite you, eyelashes." shidou jeered.

realizing what he said, you glanced away embarrassedly as you silently cursed shidou out for spouting nonsense just because he wanted to spite rin.

intentionally bumping into rin's shoulder, shidou stepped out of the door before walking off. the blue eyed shorter boy was quick to turn to you, letting out a short, "i'll be leaving rin in your care, y/l/n. see you around!"

after hearing what isagi had said, you were about to open your mouth to retort something but he was already gone, leaving you and rin alone. you internally pouted in complain.

it was quiet for a few seconds. too quiet. you were still standing by the bed with the first aid kit on it, while rin, at the entrance.

you gnawed at the skin on your bottom lip. after collecting your thoughts properly, you sighed softly then brought your gaze towards rin's. "come on in." you nodded towards the side, indicating him to enter the room.

you expected to see him appear at the corner of your eyes as you were preparing the stuff you needed but oh, how wrong you were when you heard his footsteps stopped somewhere distant. you looked up and when you didn't see him in front of you, you turned your neck to peer behind.

"i'm not sitting where that asshole just sat on." rin muttered under his breath. your eyebrows raised as you frowned at him, not knowing whether to give a comment or just blatantly ignore him.

petty but okay, whatever floats his boat. you thought, pursing your lips before you wordlessly gathered your stuff and brought them to the bed where he was already sitting, which was the one behind you.

the two of you were silent, no words were spoken as you placed the kit just a little away from where his thigh was resting.

a few minutes later, you had treated most of rin's injuries, and almost finished with the last one when the long silence was broken. "you weren't at lunch today." rin stated, eyes looking to the side as you were slightly tipping his head, fingers ghosting over his skin while you dabbed a pad of alcohol-dipped cotton onto his jaw.

damn him and his sharp jawline, always making you distracted.

your hands didn't stop moving as you considered your answer for a second. "wasn't hungry." you replied curtly. you had, indeed, skipped lunch this afternoon because today was just not it. since the fight yesterday, you've been feeling down and you weren't in the mood to be in anyone's presence, much less his.

"you should eat dinner later. don't starve yourself." he murmured. You bit the inside of your lip. that was kinda hypocritical, you thought, but you only gave him a short hum in response. you were about to go put everything back into the kit when suddenly rin stopped you, his hand holding onto your smaller wrist. looking up at him, your breath hitched as you saw that he was already staring intently at you, almost as if he was glaring.

"i mean it, y/n. don't starve yourself just because we had a fight yesterday." he said, making you feel a bit upset in an instance. "what, suddenly you care now? you can't tell me what to do, rin." you uttered out, using his words from yesterday.

rin didn't answer. he only stared at you, pretty eyes narrowing a little. a few seconds passed, you turned away from his gaze, prying your hand from his, albeit weakly, then proceeded to pack up the stuff you had used but you didn't get far; rin had your hand back into his hold.

feeling devastated, you were holding back your tears as you gave out a tired and desperate whine, "rin, please, i don't want to–"

"i'm sorry."

you stopped. "wh-what...?"

rin clenched his jaw and his hold somewhat tightened on your wrist. "...you didn't deserve to hear all that bullshit i said yesterday. and i get that you were only concerned about my wellbeing. i'm sorry." he said seriously, making you look down and shook your head slowly. "no, it's fine–" once again, he cut off your dismissal.

"i love you."

your neck whipped up so fast you were afraid you had gotten a whiplash from it. breath caught in your throat, you didn't realize tears were streaming down your face when rin slowly brought a hand up and pulled your head to him as his other one gently snaked around your waist, pulling you closer to his body.

a sniffle came out of you, arms moving to slither their way around his neck as you silently bury your nose into the crook of it.

since yesterday, rin hated himself for snapping at you so angrily and today he hated himself for making you cry. but he had said it. he said he loves you. right now as his heart is feeling lighter, he holds you close to him, promising himself to always be there for you, no matter the circumstances.

#rye.works #blue lock #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #bllk imagines #itoshi rin x reader #rin x y/n #rin x reader #itoshi rin #rin itoshi

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mc-pumpkin · 2 years ago

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Can I be a hater for a moment? I actually really hate the way minecraft is going about updates

Not that I dislike the updates, for the most part I've been really enjoying them! It's just that I think mojang's time would be better spent improving the things minecraft already has first! Introducing their new things into the old things!

I want to see new blocks incorporated into generated structures! I want to see moss in forests! I want more biome specific animals! I want more cooking recipes! I want to be able to stack flowers the way you can with candles!

Beyond that I'm tired of the mob votes!! It feels awful to have 3 generally interesting mobs introduced each year, whether that be because of a function or simply the way they look, and being told you can only have one. People like to subscribe to this idea that if it didn't win it's simply because it wasn't good enough, but the reality is that even if all 3 mobs were equally as good, still only ONE can win. That's awful! Why is mojang restricting good additions to their game like that?

And I'm TIRED of being told "just use mods then" I KNOW I CAN USE MODS! IT'S NOT ABOUT THAT! (and also not everyone CAN use mods. so it's a pointless arguement anyways). This is about what I want to see from mojang!! I don't care if I can get whatever modded into my game! I shouldn't have to use mods because mojang was too stingy to add a good addition to the game. An addition that was one of THEIR OWN IDEAS!!!

If it was simply about making sure what gets added is something the community wants, then it doesn't need to be a winner takes all vote. It can simply be "Hey! Here are some ideas we have! What are your thoughts? What are your ideas? What do you like? What don't you like?" You know??

TLDR; I feel like mojang is rushing ahead into new things without looking back at their old things, and I wish mob votes were a community feedback thing instead of a winner takes all event

#long post #kinda #mob vote #mojang #minecraft

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thechangeling · 3 years ago

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I wanna talk about Killjoys. More specifically Johnny and Dutch and their beautiful relationship. First things first let me get this out of the way, this is not a post for people who ship them romantically. You will not have a good time reading this, and I will not have a good time if you comment stupid alloromantic shit. So please just scroll on! Thank you!

Ok so now that they're gone, I wanna talk about Johnny and Dutch and how they are clearly in a queerplatonic relationship. This isn't meant to be an argumentative essay to convince anyone, that's why I sent the shippers away. I want to both tell aro people and aro allies why they should watch Killjoys, and I also want to talk about Johnny and Dutch to people who have already seen the show.

So we're gonna divide this into nonspoilers first, and then spoilers will be under the cut. Cool?

Good. So first of all for those of you who don't know, a queer platonic relationship is defined as a committed intimate relationship which isn't romantic in nature and that differs from a close friendship by having the same structure and status as a romantic relationship. The concept originates in aromantic and asexual spaces in the LGBT community.

Now it's worth mentioning that I actually don't believe you have to be aro or ace or both to be in a qpr. Gatekeeping is pointless and stupid. If you want one then go have one. I think it's pretty obvious that both Johnny and Dutch aren't aro or ace. I could have made the arguement for Dutch being aro if it wasn't for the last two seasons (ish) which we'll get into in the spoiler section.

And yes I know that being romance favorable aro is a thing, but I personally don't see Johnny or Dutch that way tbh. But honestly maybe this is a blessing in disguise because it shows how people can have a queer platonic partner (qpp) and also a romantic relationship and/or sexual partners. If you are muture enough to handle it.

Now what makes Johnny and Dutch different then a friendship?

From the beginning we are give clear signs of their commitment and devotion to each other (sadly) beyond what most typical western friendships would consider normal.

Their story is set up multiple times like a romance with certain tropes but it isn't actually romantic. They have romantic and sexual relationships with other people but they never let it come between them (and if it starts to then they'll work it out).

The show invokes multiple romantic tropes with Jonny and Dutch while still maintaining a clear platonic image. Neither of them ever gives any indication that they have romantic feelings for each other or want their relationship to change. OTHER PEOPLE will occassionally make these assumptions and suggest that one of them is in love with the other or wants "more".

But those are other people and both Johnny and Dutch will quickly shoot down those ideas and assumptions. Because there is clearly no "more" in their eyes. However this doesn't mean that they never want other things besides their relationship.

We will get back to that in the spoilers section.

The relationship is treated with the same weight and respect as romantic relationships are on tv while still being platonic. The conversations they have about their relationship dynamics and their emotions and challenges are well thought out and have depth and complexity to them. Their issues and conflicts are given proper attention and screen time and there are so many absolute bangers of scenes where I was actually glad they were arguing because it just felt so raw and real and importent.

When Johnny asks, "did we break up back there? It kinda felt like we broke up," we know what he's referring to and we know the relationship still isn't romantic. But it's not quite a normal friendship either.

There are also some incredibly beautiful and moving lines that you would normally only expect from romantic relationships. But to tell you the truth, there actually isn't anything romantic to calling someone your gravity. We as a society have just been trained to see romantic relationships as inherently superior to platonic ones. So a platonic relationship could never be that beautiful and profound right? It could never be that powerful.

The reason some people believe this is because of something called Amatonormativity.

Amatonormativity is a lot like heteronormativity in the sense that it's the societal belief that romance is the most superior form of love and everyone needs romance in their lives or else they will be unhappy and lonely. Basically every "love will conquer all" bullshit message is amatonormativity in a nutshell. It's also the fact that when people say love, they usually mean romantic love.

It permeates the killjoys fandom in ways that I bet some people aren't even consciously aware of, and it permeates the world Johnny and Dutch live in as I mentioned earlier. But they do their best to not let it phase them.

They have a lot of adorable little things that they do together that should be a staple of good besties but unfortunately most tv shows don't really showcase a lot of that because it "distracts from the plot" or basically it wasn't romantic so they didn't have time. But this show not only makes time for Johnny and Dutch it quote literally weaves their relationship into the plot many times.

You'll see them doing cute thing like reading each other comic book bedtime stories, having inside jokes or little things that they tease each other about that show they know and understand each other extremely well. They have a cute saying (tap my heart) which essentially means "I promise". I could go on for hours about two people in a qpr making up a special saying to show their devotion to each other. Something about that feels super aro? (More on this later in the spoilers)

You also see them being very touchy feely with each other. They hug a lot and kiss each others foreheads and hands. They also touch foreheads sometimes which a lot of people read as romantic for some reason. I am literally begging some people to stop reading physical affection as Inherently romantic.

But you also see tension and fighting when their wants and goals conflict and when their respective traumas bump up against each other. I wish I could expand on this more but I'm probably gonna spoil stuff so you know the drill! But what I will say their relationship can be codependent in places sometimes and I think it's really interesting how the show explores and addresses that.

Before we get into the spoilers I just wanna say, this show meant so much to me when I first watched it and it still does today. I didn't even know I was arospec (on the aromantic spectrum, demiromantic) when I was a teenager and yet I still knew what I was watching with Johnny and Dutch was special to me. It felt like it was pulling on something deep down inside of me.

And when I saw so many people in the fandom shipping them romantically and saying things like "friends could never be like this with each other" or "friends just don't do things like that," it hurt. And at first I couldn't even figure out why. I just knew it upset me.

It hurts when allos imply that we will never have something as special as what they have.

But the importent thing to remember is that that interpretation of the canon is just that, an interpretation. It's not what we are actually shown on screen.

A quote from showrunner Michelle Lovretta says, "platonic friendship is something that personally, I have always deeply and dearly valued and been slightly frustrated at the short shift it’s given in a lot of stories." She explicitly created them to be platonic. She probably didn't intend for them to be a qpr because most people don't know what they are. Especially in 2016. But something queer people are always talking about is how you can create accidental representation.

SPOILERS:

Ok first thing I want to get into is that I love how the show sets you up to think that Johnny doesn't know any of Dutch's backstory like where she came from, anything about Khlyen or even her real name. But he does! He knows everything because of course he does! They trust each other completely and know each other so well.

It kinda bothers me that "tap my heart" becomes a thing that Davin starts doing to. Like I get it's about him being a part of the team and a family. But I liked how they had a cute little saying that was just theirs. Oh well.

I love how committed they are to each other in the sense of how they make the offer to each other multiple times to bail on whatever crap they're in and just fly away and never come back. This however can be both a positive and a negative.

Remember what I said about the codependency? Well if you've seen the show you probably know where this is going but I'm telling you anyways. Throughout the show it is well established that Dutch relies a lot in Johnny to be her anchor (her gravity) and keep her sane. She worries that because of her past and all the people she's killed, she's a monster and a horrible person. She worries about what will happen if she loses control and starts just dropping bodies to get what she wants like Khlyen.

So she relies in Johnny as the resent optimist and and she puts it in season 3 episode 4 "lover of ponies and sunshine" to help her stay good. As she puts in in season 2 episode 9, "there's a monster inside of me Johnny and it’s angry and it’s hateful and you’re the only one that stops it from coming out.”

It a good quote and it gives me big feels. However it's actually extremely unfair to put that kind of pressure on Johnny. It can't be his responsibility to keep her in check. Johnny's trauma is different then Dutch's, but no less valid. Johnny is the classic kid of an addict/abusive parent (in the Jaqobis case both) who wants to keep everyone happy and is always trying to fix things. And it takes a tole on him as we see in episode like season 1 episode 8 or season 3 episode 4 when he says, "I am not the angel on your shoulder."

I actually loved that fight because it gives the relationship real weight and importance that it usually only afforded to romantic ones on tv. Dutch and Johnny's whole push and pull with Johnny becoming "darker" and getting his hands dirty more, and Dutch wanting to stop him and keep him safe has so much care and thought put into it. It's absolutely wonderful to watch.

It's also woven throughout the entire series that Johnny wants more out of life then being a killjoy. We see this with his interest in the scarback faith in season 1 and obviously spread throughout season two with helping Pawter try and free Westerly and bring down the wall. He even says that maybe the warrant isn't all. And in season 3 obviously at the beginning he's with Clara and the hackmods, running away after shooting Delle Seya. But after that for the most part throughout season 3 and season 4 he is fully committed to helping Dutch win her war. But as we see in season 5, the desire for something more never really went away.

Oh boy season 5. Let's talk.

Ok so the show was actually quite clever with this I think. The Lady puts Johnny and Dutch into a fake romance and a fake marriage to trip them up. It's clearly expressed in the show that this is wrong for them and the few times they do kiss, there is uneasiness and a sense that something is wrong. This is what starts to tip Dutch off and unravel the illusion.

It isn't supposed to be a fantasy, it's prison. And when they finally break out of it things are extremely weird and tense between Johnny and Dutch and Dutch says to Davin about The Lady, "she’s ruined the one thing that keeps me getting back up again, that keeps me grounded, my gravity. She took my Johnny away, and I don’t know how to get him back.”

Davin assumes, because of amatonormativity that Johnny is being weird because he's realized he is in love with her and misses being married to her. But Johnny establishes that's not the case. He misses that life, not being a killjoy and being in danger every day. He realized that he wants to leave but he doesn't want to leave Dutch. He worries that their relationship won't survive him not working with her anymore.

He even says "I love you Dutch, but not like that." These two are an aro dream istg.

Anyways, there are many romantic tropes embedded within their story. There's the meet cute when they first meet on Lucy and she shoots him. There's Khlyen at the beginning of season 4 finding Dutch in the green space and relling her the story of her and Johnny. "When the nights were long and the days were deep, there lived a warrior... And the thief who was about to save her life."

I was SCREAMING during this episode. The flashback episode is set up like a modern fairytale only an aromantic fairytale with a qpr. It's just so good. And that's when we see Johnny propose "a killjoy two year" essentially testing out if they work well as killjoys together and want to keep doing it.

Johnny ties the knot around her finger similar to a marriage proposal. And Dutch does the exact same thing in season 5 when she tells John to take one year to try other things then being a killjoy and then come home so they can reevaluate. I love this because it's a marriage proposal but not? And that feels very aro.

We also find out during the flashback that JOHNNY NAMED DUTCH OMG. He used to call her princess which then became dutchess and I guess that eventually got shortened to Dutch.

Just the idea of Dutch taking a new name that directly connects her to Johnny, comes from Johnny as an act of clear defiance against Khlyen... it makes me emotional.

Now as for Dutch and Davin, I'm not entirely against their relationship. I just don't personally vibe with it. I feel like they were setting Dutch up to be the kind of person who doesn't really do or like romance which could gave been great aro coding. Her getting serious with Davin and then eventually falling in love with him (supposedly) felt kinda wtf for me personally.

Like Davin being in love with Dutch I get because I feel like that was set up throughout the entire series but Dutch's feelings? Idk they never seemed super romantic. Ir at least not until maybe like mid way through season 3.

And yeah sure I get that she was showing interest in him all throughout the series and she was definitely sexually attached to him. But it just felt like such an ubrupt change from that to wanting to be with him and saying she loves him?

And yeah sure she could definitely still be demiromantic like me (for those of you who don't know that when you only experience romantic attraction after you develop an emotional connection) and she's still aro. But still I can't help but feel like Dutch and Davin were put together because the writers or the network wanted a main romantic relationship because just like sex, romance sells.

Anyways that's besides the point because Johnny and Dutch are still the greatest platonic relationship I have ever seen on tv. I love their dynamic and I love the qpr-ness of it all. It feels being seen you know?

I just love them.

I hope you enjoyed reading this! I hadn't seen any posts like this about Johnny and Dutch so I wanted to make one.

#killjoys syfy #johnny and dutch #johnny jaqobis #dutch #aromantic #qpr #queer platonic relationship

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ramonthegundealer · 2 years ago

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I am going to preface with this statement. Do not respond to me or reblog me if you're going to be rude. I will have a debate about this and I am open to my mind being changed if I hear an arguement that makes more sense to me than mine. But I will not tolorate being bullied about it. What that being said, here's my thoughts.

.......

I am fairly confused about the outrage surrounding Will's storyline. A lot of people are upset the most about the painting and the scene where he finally reveals it to Mike.

I've seen people say that it made it all pointless and Will's storyline was queerbaiting. I just really disagree with this.

My reasons are: first, that this is set in the early to mid 80s in which being gay was like, one of the most taboo things you can be. This was during the beginning of the AIDS pandemic. Being a queer kid during this time was very scary. Yes, I know it's always scary, but at this time, people were abandoning gay men specifically (their parents included) to die alone and scared.

Which brings me to point two, Will has been through trauma, after trauma, after trauma. He is still attached to the Upside Down and "Vecna". I mean, his father used to call him homophobic slurs. Like, that's obviously pretty traumatic and because of that (and his time in the Upside Down), I can see why he'd be so scared. He might also be a bit ashamed. But my biggest point it here that he's definitely tired if being "different".

Point three, I'm gonna address the painting scene. First thing I think a lot of people need to remember is that these kids are still like 14. So the emotional maturity is not there. A lot of people didn't see and what I thought I saw and that was, Will was close to telling Mike about how he felt. That was one hundred percent why he created the painting. But he, being the cinnimon role her is, saw that Mike was losing heart, he saw that Mike still had feelings for El. So he lied, he flat out lied. To protect Mike and the world... because that's what kids like Will do. Will supresses his feelings, for what he thinks is better for everyone else. He also did this, to protect himself. He saw that Mike was still goo goo for El, why confess your feelings if you're just going to get hurt? Also, remember the last time he "stood up" to Mike? He almost lost him. And they've been friends since birth. It's hard to let go of someone that easily. I've been in so many relationships like this as a preteen and teen. They've also been through a lot of trauma together, that makes it so much harder.

Yes, I agreee that Mike is very self absorbed. He honestly, always has been. It's kind of his base trait. But he's also a 14 yr old boy and many 14 yr old boys are pretty self absorbed. Especially when it comes to their relationships. And yes, Will is pining over someone who may never feel the same way. And Will is so so scared to lose people. I mean, he sort of recently lost the father he always wanted.

I honestly think they're doing this Will storyline some justice. They're capturing the sacrifice of feelings young queer kids make. They're capturing the fear. They're capturing what I believe a 14yr old gay boy in 1986 during America's largest pandemic that everyone said was directly connected to gay men would feel. Especially one with a lot of trauma and attachment issues.

Idk. This is just what I observed and understood about this storykine in particular. I could be wrong. But it seems like with the context of the time period and the ages and the personalities of these boys that is wasn't a queerbait; this felt like an actual true and realistic queer storyline.

Last note this isn't the last season there is still time for Will to come out. There is still time for these kids to mature. There is still time for growth and regression and regrowth.

#stranger things #idk just thoughts #text #also to talk about the robin point right quick from my own experience... i never used the word lesbian or any word to describe #my orientation until i was like 25 #and again... it's 1986 and they are kids #i also grew up in a small rural bigoted american town #it was the 90s/early 2000s but they were stuck in the 80s with their mentality toward the queer community

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beann-e · 4 years ago

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Entitlement Of A Class

summary ; shinso loves to get in your head during arguements

You’d been sitting here communicating your annoyance through your facial expressions for the last 15 minutes yet, you couldn’t tell if shinso just didn’t care or he didn’t want to

“ whenever you stop acting like an emoji keyboard and decide to use your words we can talk “

you looked to the floor wishing it could swallow you whole as you sat next to your boyfriend on the couch his arm wrapped around you as your body laid back against the couch feet tucked under yourself

“ unless your scared “ his eyebrow coming up as he turned to look at you

“ and my precious kitty has no reason to fear me right “

you looked away from him shaking your head lightly as his hand came down to rub your thigh “ see then we’re fine lets just watch the movie ‘k— i’ve been wanting to see this since it came out “

You knew he never cared much and you didn’t know how to communicate it wasn’t that you felt like you couldn’t talk to him ‘ which you did ‘ you just simply found it hard to when he would always use his quirk to shut the argument down when it approached a point he didn’t want to discuss or simply talk anymore

“ I-i’m mad “ you decided to start out slow you knew you had to go about this a certain way or it could all go left . He blinked as he continued to stare at the tv his body relaxed showing no interest as he repeated your words plainly “ you are mad “

you took a gulp “ and i’m — I want you to apologize for making me mad “ you studied him as you kept speaking slowly “ I would like for you to pay attention to me while I talk s-shin “

“ how do you expect me to pay attention to someone who’s just listing effects and solutions but wont provide me the cause to said ‘ anger ‘ “ you nodded your head you were doing ok he seemed to be taking you slightly serious

“ i’m sorry it was my fault for not explaing “ he grunted as your continued “ earlier before we watched the movie you ignored me when I said hi to your class — in the hallways — at training I just it was kinda hurtful babe“

“ I told you I don’t want people to know “ he moved his hand over to turn the tv up trying to focus on his — y’all’s— movie “ why would I hold your hand or request you as my sparring partner if I don’t want people to think we’re dating “

“ but because of that I had to pair with bakugou and he burned me “ you gripped at your side “ badly “

he nodded “ yeah saw that — you should get recovery girl to fix it she’ll have you as good as new — ask deku he should be a medical intern by now“

you looked to the floor “ shinso I wish you cared more “ your voice was low “ I know your trying your best really I do but you just your so distant even when we’re not around people “

you pointed between the two of you “ honestly if you didn’t use your pet names I myself would think we’re just really close friends — look how uninterested you are when I talk“

“ I am not uninterested “

“ then what was I just talking about shin “

he paused as he looked at you speaking “ why do you always do this “ his gaze on you harsh

“ why do you always pick fights with me I told you I was listening y/n why can’t that be it ? why can’t it be over “

he reached out to pull you in his arms “ I don’t understand arguments baby — I don’t understand the point when half the time the problems aren’t that important “ he whispered as he spoke to you “ your mad because I didn’t pick you as my sparring partner really y/n ? not because I didn’t save you from villians or because I let you almost get hit by a car “ his eyebrows creased “ but because I let you fight bakugou “

“ it’s not li— “

“ baby , honestly it’s not my fault you can’t beat bakugou — it’s not my fault your not on his level “

he shifted you off of his lap as he moved to turn the tv off “ so stop trying to start pointless fights that you know we’re gonna get no where with and go practice in the training room — you wanna be a hero right “

you shook your head slowly “ well then it’s gonna be hard for me to advocate for you to aizawa— to get out of class 1-B if you can’t even beat the top student and then cry about it after he scratches you“ he waved you off as he stood up stretching “ no one wants to deal with that “

“ shinso that’s not nice —he literally blasted me into the brick wall for even approaching him to start the fight— you know i’d give anything to be in your new class just becuase I can’t beat bakugou doesn’t mean anything“

“ clearly it does if your bringing it up to me like what do you want me to do about it — I can’t magically make you fight better “

“ I know and that’s not what i’m upset abo- “

“ then what the fuck are you so upset about y/n “ his hand slammed into the couch face lit up in annoyance

“ n-nevermind “

“ oh now it’s never mind ? where was this earlier when I just wanted to watch my movie huh “

his voice was so calm but his actions were saying otherwise as he was gripping the remote in his hands knuckles white “ answer me — I told you this argument was pointless that it was a waste of my time and I didn’t understand it and you kept going“ his face came up in disbelief “ and now you wanna end it here ? “

“ no I just — your there — at the peak— it’s no need to keep going i’m gonna screw myself over “

“ how ? huh how are you ?— what the hell are you talking about “

“ I would like to s-stop please “

he stalked over to where you sat looking down on you who was now trapped. You’d pissed him off even if he was the calmest and rational person you’d ever met. You knew his attitude when he had one always showed his annoyance especially when he felt the situation was as trivial as this

“ oh you wanna stop ? now ? and i’m just suppose to let you after I said I wanted to stop and you kept going “

“ because I — I thought I had the go ahead I didn’t know i messed up “

“ what are you talking about-why do you keep saying that ? “

you went quiet you knew not to answer he knows what he’s doing

“ y/n come on baby “

you weren’t gonna speak , you felt as the couch dipped him sitting down as he pulled you in his lap kissing you softly as you returned it . It was rare for him to give you affection and you enjoyed it he knew this . You found yourself pulled into a long kiss you both breaking away as he moved to nuzzle into your neck “ y/n come on talk to me “ he nipped at your neck

“ I love when you talk no matter if your mad or not — I hate when your quiet makes me feel like I did something wrong “

you groaned at his words you felt bad you didn’t want to leave him hanging “ did I do something wrong baby ? “

you felt your heart strings pull he never got soft like this you knew he felt bad and you couldn’t help but answer softly “ no shinso “

the smirk that spread across his face was so sinister if you could have seen it you would have packed your things and ran. Your brain going wonky as you felt your head start pounding it was almost like you’d lost control over your own thoughts —mind racing

“ I know babe I know “ you whimpered at the feeling

“ calm down i’ll help you out “ you felt as he sat you down on the couch gently

“ y/n you see your hand “ he pointed to your hand

“ bring it up to your head for me real quick and let your quirk go to work ok “ you did as you were told hand falling when you were done him sitting back on the couch and your body swiftly falling to lay back on the pillows eyes closed as snores fell from your lips

“ thank god you have a sleep quirk any other and it might not always work “ he laid his back on the couch starting the movie over and relaxing peacefully as he sighed out

“ shoulda done that as soon as they pissed me off when they first opened their mouths “

#my hero academia shinsou #bnha shinso hitoshi #hitoshi shinso x reader #shinsou hitoshi #shinsou x y/n #shinsou headcanons #mha shinsou #mha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #mha x y/n #mha imagines #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha #fanfic #oneshot

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aelin-queen-of-terrasen · 4 years ago

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𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭 | 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 - 𝐓𝐰𝐨

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After her successful debut into the ton, Celaena Sardothein was much in demand.

The Hamel townhouse saw a constant stream of callers; many a gentlemen fawned over the charming, eligible heiress and many a visiting lady came with the intention of recruiting this new addition to their circles as a prospective bride to their own brothers and sons. Despite her determination to laugh off compliments and insults alike - or perhaps because of it - it was not long before she was declared at par with the most eligible debutantes of the season. How this distinction pleased the lady herself could not be discerned but regardless of whether or not she liked it, she was the talk of the season and invitations to exclusive events poured in. When she accepted an invite ti the Stanhope's dinner party, the rumor mill worked and it was not long before word reached Lord Fenrys Ashryver.

"This is all pointless," muttered James Galathynius to his cousin with a pinched expression on his face.

Lord Fenrys stared at him through the mirror, sprawled as he was on James' bed.

"Really, Fen," the incensed man tried, "I know how you miss my sister—we all do but I wish you would not raise your hopes again. It is simply not possible—"

"I know the last time we found a lead, it turned out to be a dead end," said Fenrys sharply, "but it's different now. I saw her. I am not so far gone in my grief that I won't recognise the girl whose portrait I see in your father's study every day, even if she has grown up quite a bit."

"She died in the fire."

"How do you know?" The familiar arguement from last week rose to the surface. "It could have been anyone! The anklet we retrieved from the little girl's body was the only evidence of her identity."

"The anklet, a man's body beside the girl's, the warehouse's distance from our estate, it was all too coincidental."

"I think our parents might have been wrong, Jem - it could have been a misunderstanding for all we know," he tried patiently, attempting to keep the frustration with his cousin out of his voice or expression. "There can be no harm in meeting her anyway, she still is the Hamel heir after all and I know you wanted an introduction; once you see her, you will know why I am so sure."

"If you insist, I will meet her," said James. "I fear you are setting yourself up for disappointment."

"I think you will be pleasantly surprised."

James regarded his cousin. "I hate to say this, Fen—"

"Then don't."

"—but it could be an impostor too. My sister had a significant inheritance, and father recently changed his will. Aelin's assets—"

"Aelin's assets, whatever they are, can be nothing compared to the Hamel fortune."

James frowned, knowing he was backed into a corner. "If we are, I should like to inquire into her background as evidence."

Evidence.

Fenrys wondered if he meant evidence against his claims or to support them but he readily agreed that it was the wisest course. Promptly, a note was sent to his solicitor to make discreet inquires about the Hamel business, the owner and his adoptive daughter. The solicitor, Mr Stone, was a competent man and it took less than two hours to provide the basic information: the Hamel's townhouse address, their rumoured income, her dowry and the stories around Miss Sardothein's 'adoption.'

"She isn't Arobynn's adoptive daughter like everyone assumed then?"

Mr Stone said, "Arobynn did adopt her, to be sure, but only on papers. Arobynn found her in the slums of London when she was but five, and persuaded the Rhunns—who have long been his dearest friends and loyal clients—to take her in. By all accounts, it looks like he took an active interest in her education but it was the Rhunns who raised her until Arobynn amassed for himself a big enough fortune, bought an estate or two in the countryside and took her in."

"How old is she now, do you know?"

"The young lady is eighteen or around, sir, though no one can be sure."

Fenrys shot a look at his cousin.

"And what can you tell us about the Rhunns, Mr Stone?" asked James.

"Nothing good, sir."

The cousins shared a look.

"Thomas Rhunn was a country gentleman until he lost his estate in gambling and like. He has been the Hamel Corporations' prime investor since it was founded some twenty years ago—that's where his fortune comes from," said he. "You will be interested in the bank records, sir, I think—he, uh, he gets an yearly sum of five thousand pounds every year from an anonymous account since 1798."

"The year they adopted Miss Sardothein?"

Neither cousin mentioned it was also the year Aelin had 'died.'

Mr Stone went on. "It is my belief, sir, that the money was for raising the young lady - the timing certainly matches - but it is not one of Arobynn's shell accounts."

"So you think someone else is paying the Rhunns to raise her?"

"I am."

"Their financial situation," James wondered how he should broach this, "Do you think they might employ deceit to secure wealth or position?"

Fenrys gave him an annoyed look.

Mr Stone, thoughtfully said, "Thomas Rhunn is a clever sort of man, sir, but too lazy for something so devious and his wife—a more insipid, unintelligent creature doesn't exist. The daughter, though, she is an ambitious one like her godfather." He hesitated, but the gentlemen looked so interested, he continued. "But I—I think, from what I heard, she is devoted to her trade and quote adept at it. I could not believe her capable of deception to achieve that."

The gentlemen sincerely thanked him for the information and he departed.

Fenrys turned to him. "So?"

"So?"

"So did you see the many proofs?"

"I didn't see any proofs, Fen. So she's the same age as our Aelin and she was adopted."

"The same year as Aelin disappeared!"

James frowned. "That doesn't mean—"

"Yes, it does." Fenrys huffed, more hopeful than ever. "To quote your own words, 'tis too much of a coincidence.'"

He fell silent, eyes shut and took a deep breath. "It's too much. If she is—If she didn't die, you know what it means? Edward has been a shell of himself all these years, my father—he is, he is on his deathbed and Aedion joined the army—he is on the continent somewhere and we might never see him! All those years we lost grieving, and she might never have been dead. None of us even thought to look! If we had, If I had... perhaps she would have been found sooner? But no, I wish to see her first. I will not worry about all that until I am sure."

Fenrys placed a hand on his shoulder.

"I know it will be hard and I am sorry for the years you wasted," said he with a calm, reassuring smile, "but all is not lost. If tis really her, your father could see her and know she is alive before he passes, Edward could finally let go of his guilt and have his sister back—he might even die of happiness—and we will call Aedion back; he will come once he hears she is back. Tis not too late to fix everything and save the years we all still have left."

"If it is her."

"I hope, that is, I really hope that it's her."

"Indeed." James nodded. "I hope so too."

"You said she is here?" Lady Perrington looked faintly scandalized.

James rolled his eyes as the crowd turned to look at the doors where a tall, blonde woman stood on the arm of a red-haired man. The room broke into furious whispers.

Beside him, a lady—Mrs Evans, perhaps?—tittered with a companion. "My George said she is not even legally adopted, you know? You don't stand that close to your godfather." This was meant to be a whisper but her voice was too nasally, the words carried over the room and people shared alarmed looks as the object of this conversation walked towards them. The woman kept talking, entirely unaware, "I could never countenance the very thought that she is to inherit a trade empire. All of her dowry will not find her a suitor if she acts like a man."

Miss Sardothein stopped in front of them. "My dear Mrs Evans! I am so grateful for your concern for my marriage prospects." Both ladies tilted his head curiously. She pressed on. "You of all people will understand the importance of caution, I am certain." Her back was towards him but he heard the smile on her face as she spoke. "Is dear Mr Evans' gout any better now?"

James choked on his drink and sputtered. Fenrys winked at him from across the room.

Mrs Evans' face turned red.

Lady Perrington jumped to her friend's rescue. "Miss Sardothein, why, it is such a surprise to see you here! Lady Stanhope has certainly been," here, she pursed her lips and then, commented in a suggestive tone, "liberal in her choice of guests. Your godfather," she nodded towards that gentleman, "is in trade, I hear. Pray, what kind of trade, can you tell?" The guests had all abandoned their own conversations in favour of eavesdropping on this one. Lord Stanhope looked torn between amusement and alarm while his wife openly and unattractively gaped at the spectacle.

Miss Sardothein lifted a hand to dismiss the enquiry. "Oh, I can never talk business on social events but you may ask your husband at your leisure. Lord Perrington regularly invests in many of our ventures." Though the lady's back was turned to him, her voice was fierce.

"Such a devious creature," a familiar voice remarked.

Rowan greeted his cousin with a nod before fixing his eyes back on the drama unfolding in front of them.

Lady Perrington was looking around in search of allies among the onlookers but when no one stepped forward, she inclined her head, her face colored. "Indeed, I shall," she said and hastily excused herself.

Mrs Evans followed suit, eyes firmly on the floor and James almost felt sorry for them. Almost.

Before his apparent sister—how he scoffed at that notion—could turn, Rowan approached at her side. It was rare indeed that the dour man approached anyone first and never so readily. The novelty of that alone occupied his attention.

"Miss Sardothein." He bowed.

She curtsied with a smile. "Mr Whitethorn." Another man approached with a lady on his arm. "Lord Fenrys! I did not know you would be in attendance."

Lord Fenrys bowed over her hand. "I came as soon as I heard you were attending." She laughed at the gallantry—a sweet, tinkling laugh that caught his attention and he again ignored his heart's nagging— and he turned to introduce his companion. "Allow me to introduce my cousin, Mr Rowan Whitethorn of Harcomb, Doranelle and his wife, Mrs Lyria Whitethorn." Fenrys' dark eyes glinted and he smiled charmingly, letting a loose lock of hair fall on his forehead.

"I have already met Mr Whitethorn." Celaena smiled at the woman, then with a less pleasant expression towards the woman. "Mrs Whitethorn, it's a pleasure to meet you."

James had met Mrs Whitethorn barely once or twice in his life and only in passing. He had expected a genial creature, if perhaps a little reserved like her husband but she looked like a simpleton.

Though the fabric of her clothes was expensive and the stitching perfect, but the colour was dull and did no favours to her sallow complexion. Her neck remained unadorned and she wore no necklaces, bracelets or earrings, a fact made more pronounced by the tight modest bun she wore her dark hair in. By her appearance, she seemed more suited to a nunnery than to a fancy dinner party as the wife of a gentleman of rank. She exchanged curtsies and shared greetings but otherwise showed no inclination to converse and hastily excused herself as soon as was polite.

Rowan stood where he was, brooding, stiff as a board when the tradesman's daughter addressed him. "I thought you would be happy here, at least, for you detest balls but you are scowling still."

Rowan said stiffly, "I detest social events."

"Even when you don't have to dance?"

"Even then."

"I should like to hear why."

"I doubt you would understand."

"Come now, sir," said she smilingly, "Do not insult my intelligence by assuming that. Tell me and I might."

"It is not that. I—I do not—you will laugh but I hardly ever know what to say and often give offense where it is not intended." He turned to her. "You cannot have any such problem."

She arched an eyebrow in question.

He said, "You are too lively and charming, you could not possibly manage it."

"And people are too apt to forgive a pretty face in general," she agreed.

His lips twitched. "You claimed you were not a fan of convention earlier but I see you have no love for modesty either."

"For false modesty, I do not. I freely acknowledge vanity to be my chief sin." Then, she paused, "Your wife is, she is terribly shy, I think, but I hope you will not trouble yourself so much on her manner."

"I would say she is more unwilling than shy," said he with uncharacteristic openness. "I hope you were not offended."

"Oh, not at all—"

"Dear cousin," an enthusiastic voice cut through the din of polite conversation in the room, "You must stop monopolizing the lady's time. There is someone I should like to introduce her to—James. James, man, she's here, look. Allow me to present my favourite cousin, Mr James Galathynius of Graceview, Orynth."

James turned to them and bowed politely as she turned.

Then his face paled.

"Aelin." He forced a smile. "Forgive me, that is, you look exceedingly like—"

"Like five-year-old Miss Galathynius? So I've been told before," said she good humoredly.

James blinked disbelievingly. His vision blurred. Blonde hair. Ashryver eyes—that damning feature he thought Fenrys had been exaggerating about and the button nose that both, Aunt Evalin and his mother had shared. His cousin, noticing his preoccupation, engaged Miss Sardothein—nay, Aelin—into animated conversation as one thought after another crashed into his mind.

Thirteen years.

Thirteen years lost in grief and regret.

Thirteen years of seperation when they should have been searching for her.

Aelin grinned triumphantly from atop the maple tree down at her brothers, cousins and friends, dress torn and muddied. Her expression had the tiniest hint of pride as she placed herself on a sturdy branch.

"You shall fall down hurt yourself if you do not climb down, Aelin!" exclaimed Elide fretfully, twisting her muslin dress in evident distress. "And then what will we do?"

"No, no, I never shall," she insisted with a pout. "I can make this my home and you may visit me whenever you would like."

"But you cannot stay up there forever! You would feel hungry," reasoned the ever-responsible Chaol, biting his lip. Barely nine-years-old, he was the first to tattle on his friends when mishaps occured between children as they often do.

"James can bring me food," she declared haughtily, pushing one braid over her shoulder.

James grinned. "And whyever should I? You never do anything for me. I will let you starve a little perhaps. It may teach you a lesson."

"May the devil take you!"

Edward, ever the polite elder brother, reprimanded, "Aelin! That is not the language we may use." He was alarmed when her eyes teared up. "I am sorry, Aelin, love, will you not please come down?"

Aelin sniffed. "You are being mean and I will never talk to you."

"But will you not calm down before our father sees you? You would be punished." He frowned when the little rascal stuck her tongue out. He added, "If you come down, I will convince father to give Mrs Norris a leave for today."

"You promise?"

Edward nodded. "A gentleman's word."

She nodded uncertainly, then looked down and whimpered. "I can't."

Edward groaned, prompting the others to snicker at his expense. He extended his hands towards the tree.

"Climb down," he said, "James or I will catch you if you fall."

She narrowed her eyes at him. "How do I know he won't let me fall?"

"You are our little sister, Aelin," Edward said resolutely, extending his hands further as James did the same. "He will never let you hurt, I promise."

"A gentleman's word?" This time, her bright eye were trained on James.

He nodded. "A gentleman's word."

But had he not broken his promise? She ended up in a tradesman's family so far from home while everyone thought her dead. A five-year-old alone in the streets of London with no family whatsoever, thought he with growing unease. How terrified she must have been! He turned towards her now.

Her eyes had always been bright and her disposition lively but it was all tempered with a quiet dignified sort of grace. She looked beautiful now, the roundness in her face gone and her sharp features accentuating that inner fire.

His little sister.

As impulsive and easy to provoke as ever and every inch the little terror he remembered, down to the sneaky smile pulling at the corner of her mouth. He blinked the tears back into his eyes.

"You would not object, would you, James?" asked Fenrys.

He startled. "Huh?"

"Miss Sardothein here expressed her interest in chess and I thought to invite her for her a game tomorrow in your house." He raised an eyebroe. "Unless you have any prior obligations?"

He did have prior obligations but he would cancel them all. "I would be pleased to have you there."

Rowan frowned, looking between the three of them as if he was missing something. "Is that not... nevermind, but perhaps you should consider bringing your mother along, Miss Sardothein, for propriety's sake?" James cursed the man for his caution. A private visit would be an ideal time to reveal all to her but not if she brought someone along.

Thankfully, she dismissed the idea herself. "I will see if I can get papa to come along but I am a tradesman's daughter, far too involved in the business myself. I am certain my reputation will not suffer for it, unless you mind." Both he and Fenrys assured her that they would not mind at all and James reiterated how sincerely pleased he would be to have her there.

"We will see how pleased you are when I make you eat your dust, Mr Galathynius," she teased with a grin.

James grinned back. "I wouldn't be so sure."

Dear Edward,

I know we are not in the habit of exchanging correspondence as brothers ought but I hope you will forgive me for the presumption. Certain events of note have taken place here recently, such that it necessitated that you be informed immediately. I have a shocking good news to impart:

Our dearest Aelin did not die in the warehouse fire. She is very much alive and well.

By some stroke of luck, cousin Fenrys came across her at a ball and you will be shocked to hear she is the sole heir to the Arobynn Hamel, currently known as Miss Sardothein. He insisted she was our cousin since his first meeting, though I refused to believe him but I met her today and there can be no doubt to her identity. Fenrys invited her to a chess match in the evening tomorrow, where we plan to disclose everything to her. Father has not been informed yet.

Make haste to London, brother.

Yours,

James

Edward Galathynius, the Viscount Milton sat in his armchair, stunned.

He had been the last person to see Aelin. He had stupidly left her alone on the estate grounds that awful day. He remembered his father's panic, his mother's disinterest and his little brother's distress. He had been thirteen years old, back home from Eton for the duration of the summer. He envied James who could look at their childhood—her childhood—with the rose-coloured veil of forgetfulness. James was four when she was born. He would not remember her first steps, her first words, the nights she spent in his bed when she escaped the nursery, her favourite haunts and mischiefs. James would be able to look at their time together without being wrecked with agony because of his grief, the guilt for his blunder, the irrational desire to have her back. James would not dream up variations of that cursed day repeatedly over the years.

"Aelin! Aelin, love, slow down, no, not there, yes, gods, Aelin!" Edward shouted behind her. "Your frock! You look wild—no, stop that, Mrs Norris will faint of horror if you are any more muddied."

Aelin stepped into one mud puddle after another. She sent dirt flying back at her proper, dignified elder brother who pinched his nose in distaste. "Now we are both muddied," said she, grinning over her shoulder. "You can tell her that we didn't see the mud and both slipped."

"And lie to her?" He looked horrified.

Aelin tilted her head, fussing over her hair matted with mud. "Is it a lie if we do it for the greater good?"

"The greater good?"

Aelin nodded, pleased with herself. "Of not letting her faint. She is so thin, I sometimes fear a strong gust of wind will blow her away."

She ran further, bursting into giggles every few minutes and by now, had both of them looking no less than two street urchins. He tried to be stern with her but it was awfully hard to remain angry at someone so determined not to pay attention to a word. He knew better than to scold her, lest she summon her tears. That never failed to make him comply with whatever she asked.

"Aelin, there's a hole there, be careful. Stop running, will you—Aelin!" It was too late.

Her right hand gripped her ankle while the other was on her mouth in a poor attempt to stifle her sob.

Edward frowned as she whimpered in pain. "I told you not to run, no, no, don't cry, darling, it will be fine. I shall call for someone." They had been out on the grounds for a while now and the manor house was far away. She was too heavy for him to carry so far and he did not want to hurt her further.

He patted her cheek affectionately. "There, now, you are a brave girl, and I need you to wait right here. I will run back to the manor and bring help, yes?"

She promised she would not and he hurried back to the house.

The rest of the day remained hazy in his memories. He had arrived back at the spot with his father, a growing sense of dread in the pit of his stomach to find her gone. Search parties were organised and the merchants, locals and servants were all on alert for the beloved little spitfire. Day faded into night, then night into dawn when an express rider came with a letter from the magistrate and his father left the house in haste. He had chanced a look at his father's letter, his concern for her too great to worry about the impropriety of reading another's letter without permission. The contents read:

Dear sir,

I am afraid I have sad tidings to depart. One of the warehouses outside the town had caught fire the previous night and two lives were lost as far as we can determine. The first—a grown man, in his thirties or forties, has been determined as a local thief—and the second, a little girl, perhaps five or six years old. Her identity has not been confirmed but we retrieved a silver anklet among the remains. I beg for your assistance in identifying the girl's family. Do come as soon as you can.

Yours

Sir Arthur Renard

His heart pounded too loud in his ears. He felt hot and cold at once. He knew why only one ankle was retrieved from the corpse, because he had the other. It had fallen off her leg earlier that day and he had retrieved it with the intention to fix the loose lock on it.

His knees buckled.

"What happened?" James asked.

Edward shook his head, about to tell him not to worry. His words choked up in his throat and he excused himself from company, pale and ashen, his head throbbing. He ran up the stairs to his room, dismissed his valet for the night and slumped onto bed. The same bed he had shared with her on nights when she was spooked by thunder or some horror story Fenrys had related to her earlier that day.

Edward had left her there alone.

He buried his face in the pillow and wept.

Rhoe withdrew into himself after the funeral. Edward found comfort back at university, where no one or nothing would remind him of his loss, where he could avoid his guilt and pain.

Then mother died.

The summer visits to family became rarer and rarer. Father never insisted, retiring into his library, the one place where her presence was most patent and he was all too happy to remain where he was. The distance increased after he left university. His father preferred James' company, who was lively and good-humored and as James preferred the society to be found in London, they made the townhouse their home while Edward ran their country estates.

But now,

She is very much alive and well. His heart would not be satisfied.

He ordered for his horse to be saddled and riding gear prepared. The best of the family suites were to be prepared and aired out. She was alive and well, and soon, she would be back home.

Feeling happier than he had in months, Edward Galathynius spurred his horse onwards, fast as he could, to London.

I know I was supposed to update Cinders first but my brain insisted on rebelling and this is what happened. I will update that one soon tho, and I think you'll like it. 💖

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butch-bakugo · 3 years ago

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Hot take: the idea of giving an afab person/woman a pregnancy test before treatment unless they are actively dieing/in need of immediate medical assistance isnt as mysognistic as yall make it sound and theres real medical reasons for it.

Note: i am 100% pro-choice.

Heres a list on why;

1. Depending on injury or needed treatment, a unknown pregnancy may change how that person gose about the healing process. Especially if they want to keep said baby.

2. Being pregnant litterally changes your biology to the point where whole ass medications wont work. The hospital dosent want to put you on useless meds.

3. If they dont know your pregnant and proceed with invasive surgeries that kill the fetus, it can have severe health repercussions on YOU. Just one thing it can give you is sepsis and it can litterally kill you by its self.

4. If you are actively dieing, they do it during treatment.

5. It is incredibly rare that they up and refuse all forms of treatment prior to the pregnancy test results. Medical staff arent going to let you lie on the floor and bleed to death for 15 minutes waiting for the pregnancy test results. If they did than thats less of a mysogny issue and more of a malpractice issue.

6. Unless you are at a severely christian hospital, most doctors will ask prior to the results, if you turn up postive, would you like them to prioritise the child's life, your life or both. If you tell them they might as well perform an abortion, then they will if legal.

7. Like stated earilier, pregnancy changes your biology and can complicate pre-existing conditions in a injury/illness environment. One example is that pregnancy raises blood pressure and if you already have heart disease or diabetes, that rise needs to be accounted for in an emergency setting.

8. Just because you prioritise your health over your fetus's health( seince im noticing 9 out of 10 women/afabs who complain about the pregnancy test prior to care do value their health over the fetus's while zero have actually been doctors themselves. Theres nothing wrong with that, i get it.) dosent mean that every woman/afab person dose. Its their choice who they value more in that situation and their needs and wants should be considered too.

In the end, theres litterally so many reasons someone might want to know they are pregnant prior to medicene and treatment, even if they are in intense pain and even if they wont keep the fetus. A accidental death of fetus can litterally kill you by itself, not to mention the complications it can cause in emergency medical settings and with pre-existing health complications.

Disclaiming, i am not a doctor in any fashion but what ive stated is not incorrect medical information. Its quite easy to find sources for these things.

Im just tired of " my treatment was delayed due to some stupid pointless pregnancy test and thats mysogny" arguement when thats not common, when its standard health procedures and its not mysogny. They litterally just dont want you to die from sepsis and they litterally dont know if you'd want to keep the fetus should you actually be pregnant.

They arent putting baby first, they litterally just dont want you die and want to give you a choice.

#levi speaks #yes there is times where mysogny is ever present in the medical field #ive experienced it and im in no way denying it #i just think this take is medically and socially ignorant #like yeah np you value ur care over potenial fetuses care but not all people due and they shoulsnt suffer at your expence #espcially when your not suffering #its ridiculous #anyway its standard practice so you dont die #think critically

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cherriesink · 3 years ago

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Yamagami Tokuichi - Murmurs

Murmurs are snippets of character reflection earned by increasing Explore Points during Exploration. They usually include 6-7 monologues about other characters and 3-4 monologues about things important to the specific character.

These lines are taken straight from the English translation of the game, so fair warning of bad grammar.

About Yatsufusa “Yatsufusa... is like a son to me. I can’t help myself whenever I see his hopeless eyes.

...But I don’t blame him. Because it takes time to accept the fact you’e suddenly become a vampire that can only drink blood. Even I haven’t fully accepted it myself. Why are we alive... and how long do we have to endure this... What’s the point of all this anyway? Nobody can keep up if those thoughts cross their mind.

But he is a C-Class- unlike an unranked vampire like me. He’s surrounded by good people too. He can live a good life if he wishes to.

Wait, “life”? ...Are we livin’ a “life” when we never die? We don’t have a clue how long vampires last... Argh, there’s no way I can teach him somethin’ because even I don’t know what vampires are exactly. I’m so unreliable...”

About Kurusu “I became a vampire the same time as Kurusu. I was a major and he was a private first-class. I was a bigwig when I was a human who didn’t even know Kurusu existed...! Then, I was bitten by a vampire and became unranked in the vampire ladder. And Kurusu, who was just a private first-class is now an A-Class vampire- the strongest in Japan...

In the military, you can climb up the ladder by working your butt off. But an unranked vampire stays unranked no matter what...

Why?! Why did this happen to me?! I was just an honest guy... Where did I miss my step and let a private-first class surpass me...?

Life can change in the blink of an eye. It would’ve been me and not Kurusu ranking in A-Class if I would’ve walked a little more to the right. You really can’t guess what life brings you.”

About Maeda “Maeda is worse than a vampire when it comes to being disdainful! You know how people call each other evil? Well, he’s the master of evil! He’s always been like that. Cause he doesn’t have any friends. He always looks down on others. That’s just how he is.

It’s the worst when you go against him in kendo... He doesn’t care about samurai spirit and kicks. He was boastin’ that he’s a master of Taisha, but he’s outta his mind if he thinks his moves are so elegant, belongin’ to a classical martial arts school! Call it “Maeda” school if you must. He provokes you and threatens you, playin’ with your mental state. He attacks once the opponent loses it. It still gives me the chills when I remember his fightin’ strategy.

He’s now leading Code Zero, but nothin’ has changed about him. I feel bad for the vampires that he taunts and then kills. Poor them... they underestimate him ‘cause he appears human. But that’s a bad idea ‘cause he’s not.”

About Takeuchi “Why does Takeuchi wanna his inventions on me every single time?! Invent all he wants. But why does he always have to use them on me?

He’s not scary ‘cause he’s a vampire. He’s simply a monster. He’s intelligent, and my hats are off to his inventions. But he lacks heart. I don’t think there are any vampires out there like him. I doubt that anything has changed from when he was a human.

I hate the skunk ball the most out of his inventions. Only vampires understand how bad it smells. The smell even gets to the eyes. What’s even worse is that our clothes absorb the smell and won’t come off for a week. Yes! It’s effective in battle ‘cause we all have the deodorize mask and it stops the enemy for a second. In a way, it’s the best weapon. But I can’t stand the lingering smell after we take off the mask! Make a soap that gets rid of the smell if you’re gonna invent somethin’ like the skunk ball, Takeuchi!”

About Suwa “Suwa mocked me from the first time we met. He might look like an innocent kid, but... I can never win against him in arguements either. I secretly call him “Mini Maeda.” He said he was already alive before the Edo period. But I can’t believe that he managed to survive that long with his personality. I mean he said hunting vampires is his hobby... What kind of hobby is that? I guess he holds some knd of a grudge against vampires because he grins when he kills them. Talk about horror stories, right?

Yet, he likes watchin’ plays, so I don’t get that guy at all. If he still has humanness left inside him where he enjoys watchin’ plays, then why can’t he share that with me? Total mystery I tell you.

Oh... and another thing I hate about Suwa is how he likes to quote kabuki. It stops our meeting ‘cause it doesn’t make sense at all, so we gotta ask what he means.

So, to sum it all up.. evil ones will always be evil, no matter how long they live for.”

About Defrott “Defrott is a mysterious guy. Apparently, he became a vampire during the Hundred Years’ War... But you don’t see underaged vampires that often. Because they’ll burn themselves before figuring things out. And I heard western vampires kill underaged ones. So- it’s tougher for them to survive.

It’s even tough for an ordinary vampire to survive. Yet, he appears to be a child and made it through the Hundred Years’ War. So... he must be really smart. I’m sure he’s mighty since he’s an S-Class... But I bet he has to be pretty wise if he was goin’ against another S-Class ‘cause he’s pretty petite.

Although... he’ll vanish me before I can even realize it since I’m unranked.

Defrott... is a French name. But the Hundred Years’ War took place where things were complicated between England and France, so he must be pretty complicated too. I wonder where he was born.”

About Tenman-ya “I feel relaxed at Tenman-ya. So, maybe I’m suited to work as their manager instead of Code Zero. I bet they rarely have dangerous jobs, so I’m seriously thinkin’ if I should work for them and leave the military...

Only, they deal with vampires far more than Code Zero does. It’s a problem ‘cause the eyes of vampires ranking above me freaks me out... it’s really terrifying.

And I heard that even the ones you should avoid go there too. If I leave the army, I won’t be able to use any of Takeuchi’s weapons. So, when I consider that... I mean, I’m just an old fart that’s slightly stronger than a normal person. Just thinkin’ about being surrounded by vampires gives me the chills...! In the end, Zero is the safest place because Kurusu is there.

I heard Shinnosuke’s grandfather passed away when he was just a child... He must’ve sacrificed a lot of things.”

About Family “I wonder what Tomiko is doing right now... She originally came to our house as a servant. I was 14. It was love at first sight. My father found out my feelings for her, and fired Tomiko. I left my house to be with her and I went to her house.

But I was rejected by her parents... Because we weren’t socially equal... Who know how many times I begged for their approval. I didn’t care if my family disowned me.

I went to her house everyday... But I realized that I never asked how she felt about me after persuading both of our parents... I remember my body shaking when I asked her to marry me.

I promised her that I’ll love her for the rest of her life... but... I’m sorry, love... I’m sorry I became a vampire... I can’t be by your side anymore.

But I will keep my promise. I’ll always watch over you. Until... your very last moments.”

About the Past “I wasn’t good at kendo, judo, or jukendo... So I worked my butt off. I studied military strategies so that I can become a general one day. Takenaka Hanbei and Kuroda Kanbei were my idols because they won battles solely with their brains...

But the secret order given to me by the Empire was espionage of Britain’s special unit. I had no clue where to look into at first. But soon after, I found that I was gettin’ myself into an atrocious matter...

Nobody would’ve guessed that it was a vampire research. Vampires lost their homes- as modernization took place during the Industrial Revolution. And the British Empire asked for cooperation in exchange for providing them a place to live. Now that I think of it, that was the template of Code Zero...

And I ended up gettin’ bitten, becoming a vampire myself... Nothing went according to plan for me.”

About the Change “Nothin’ interests me since becoming a vampire. Code Zero does pay us... but I told them to send all the money to Tomiko.

I can live as long as I drink blood, so it’s not like I have any hobby. I don’t go watch plays like Suwa. And it’s not like we can go out to eat or grab somethin’ to drink. It’s pointless to dress up. I mean, where do we have that we can go to lookin’ fancy, right?

So, that’s probably why vampires need a hobby or else we’ll die of boredom. I only cared of Tomiko’s happiness and nothin’ else. So, I don’t have a clue how to kill time...

Oh yeah, an ambassador taught me chess back when I was in Britain. Maybe I can be the strongest chess player if I keep playin’ it for 100 years. Kurusu... is my only choice I guess. I doubt he’s any good though.”

#mars red #yamagami tokuichi #it's really sad how much he misses his wife :(

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chrichri-chan-18-love · 4 years ago

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Love in Darkness (Yandere Yami Marik x Blind Female Reader x Yandere Yami Bakura)

“Quit pulling! I’m the one holding her.” A voice said from behind your back.

“It’s your fault for thinking you can have everything.” Another said from your front side, you could feel their arms around you, their lips on your skin... and the you could feel their auras... they were malicious and evil, just like them.

“I’m the one who met her first, you know!” The voice from behind you said, a possesive tone present, as a pair of lips landed on your neck. For once, you felt lucky that you were blind.

Ever since birth you had been forced into a world of darkness, never knowing what most of the world around you looked like. There were limitations to what smells, sounds and textures could do to ease your resentment for your condition.

Your nightmare started when you had bumped into someone, he said some nasty remarks about you and your sight only to realize that you really couldn’t see anything. Despite being born blind, you had a strong character. You had heard of people that had greater problems and yet showed their true worth. So when you actually became sassy with the guy that had insulted you... you had pretty much sealed your fate. He had spoken in an amused tone and had introduced himself as Bakura.

“Looks like I made an amusing discovery.” He said and you frowned.

“I’m not an item, I’m a person.” You said annoyed and with that left the area, not ever realizing that you had made a terrible mistake.

It had been a few days later that you had met Bakura again, this time though he seemed eager to get to know you. He walked with you, asked you about your life and about your lack of sight... he seemed pleased when he had heard that you had been born blind and had lived your life in darkness. You never told him where you lived or if you worked somewhere... but Bakura took it upon himself to discover it. He had decided that you were amusing, a being that would make a good toy. Though he never would have imagined that there was someone else after you as well.

Your meeting with Marik, took place a few weeks later, it had been similar to your meeting with Bakura. The basic difference was that Marik had seen you from afar, thought that bullying would be entertaining.... then he realized you were blind and actually took a liking to your snarky and sassy attitude. Marik wanted to learn everything about you, creating a fake story to make you like him and slowly listened to you. The more he was around you, the more he realized that he wanted to have you.

It wasn’t long before both males noticed that they had an opponent. The idea of sharing didn’t cross their minds at all as they originally decided to duel it out. However, they later decided that having you choose, would mark the victor of their little game. Which is why they both literally forced their company on you... but the longer you refused to decide, the more obsessed they became.

“You seriously think that what you do, is called dueling?” Bakura asked mockingly as Marik glared at him. He had long since given in to his dark side, though that did little to help him get to you.

“At least I’ve won against opponents that had some sort of ability. You on the other hand, would loose to a newborn... given that there are brain cells left in your head.” He said with one of his twisted grins, you groanned and decided that you had enough of their arguement that had been going on for a total of three hours so far.

“Do you people live only to duel? There has to be something more interesting than a card game.” You replied and both stared at you shocked as you just went ahead, both smirked, seeing as you had no idea of the forces that you were hanging around with.

After two months, both males had been completely infatuated with you. Their obsession had also the bonus delusion... in their minds, you were something that they could give their dark, malicious hearts to and receive the warmth that your existence added to their darkness. By this point, they could see that fighting for you was pointless and, there was no way the could destroy each other without upsetting you... so they eventually found a nice old house, trapped the owner in the shadow realm and decided to use this place as their lovenest. And after that... you made the mistake of actually asking to see the house they said they had recently “bought”.

“ So, go ahead. Explore every room and tell us what you think.” Bakura said and you foolishly did just that. After a while you sat down and they sat next to you.

“So, what do you think?” Marik asked and you smiled.

“ It feels like a nice place to stay. I like it.”

“Good, then I’ll just bring your things over tomorrow.” Bakura replied and you frowned.

“My things? Why would you bring my things here? This is your house after all.”

“Not anymore. From this day forth this is OUR house.” Marik said as his lips landed on your neck with Bakura joining him seconds later. Both men groaned as they tasted your skin, finally able to let their desire of you to take over. Needless to say, they went all the way through with you that day, they would take turns as to who would pleasure you and who you would pleasure in return. When night fell, you were a fucked up mess that was kept by two lunatics filled with lust and a twisted sense of love.

And now, both were once again fighting over who would hold you for the day. Whatever mission they individually had was kept outside of this house, when they were in here, the only thing that mattered was you.

“Hey (Name), who do you want to pleasure you first? Me or mister three eyes?” Bakura asked, licking the shell of your ear, Marik left a low growl as he pulled you closer, his face burried in your breasts.

You didn’t answer, whenever you spoke and chose either of them, you’d end up in pain. Your body had been covered in bite marks and bruises, some were old and some were new. However, over the weeks you had spent trapped here, you’d get yelled at and at times they’d pull your hair or slap you if you showed preferences. Both Marik and Bakura were competitive... and so having you decide between them would unsurprisingly lead to disaster.

“Looks like we’ll figure out by how loud she’ll get.” Marik said as he moved upwards, forcing his lips and tongue on yours. The only thing you could do was cry, even if you wanted to fight you knew it’d be pointless... escaping was nothing more than an illusion.

As far as these two continued to “love” you, the only thing that was certain, was a world of darkness, lust and agony. A world from which you’d never escape for as long as they wanted.

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