#ik we haven't even written them yet but

[slashaer]

@frightes.

[taeraeszn]

im BEGGINGGGG for some domestic fluff with matthew. i feel there hasn’t been enough authors on here appreciating him on here!! 💗💗

true love - seok matthew

characters: matthew x gn!reader

description: you and matthew spend a day off together in your apartment

genre: pure fluff with the smallest hint of suggestiveness lol

word count: 981 words

warnings: food and hint of suggestiveness (kissing/making out) but lmk if there's more :) maybe some word errors sorry!!

a/n: hi anon ty for requesting <3 i honestly agree bc i barely see matthew posts on there and he deserves way more!!

this is probably the most suggestive thing i've ever written (ik im breaking my own rules) so expect more woohyun than matthew

also this is written with the idea that you and matthew have been together for a long time and finally live together! so enjoy bc i'm hella delulu for him LMAO

"love?" you faintly heard matthew say. you groaned as you woke up from your sleep. just as your eyes slightly opened, they shut right away as the sun rays hit them.

"hmm?" you mumbled, trying to go back to dreamland. he softly shook you while also wrapping his arms around your body.

"it's almost ten and we haven't gotten out of bed yet." he informed you. wait ten? you rose up from your comfortable position to see your boyfriend matthew laying next to you with a bright smile on his face.

he ran his hand through your hair, "wait it's ten already?" you asked. from looking outside your wide window, you already noticed people walking down the street as well as cars zooming by. but neither of you had work today so this was simply a day to relax.

"yup and we need to get up. i let you sleep for longer today but it's already going to be ten o'clock. plus, i want to eat your pancakes."

you playfully rolled your eyes at the last part of his sentence, "fine."

matthew giggled, "and good morning to you too."

"but you make them better." he grinned then somehow got even closer to you than he was just a second ago.

with that he pressed his lips against yours. you rested your hand on his chest as he put his on your cheek. his chaste kisses melted you as you kissed back.

he continued as he ran his hands around your body along with you running yours on his abs (who else died). matthew turned his head to the left to change his position.

you moved your hands to wrap around his shoulders but as just things were about to get heated he pulled away but not without kissing you once more.

"i love you." he stated, pressing his forehead against yours. you chuckled then kissed his nose.

"i love you too."

you finally got out of bed and went to prep yourself in the morning by washing your face and brushing your teeth, as well as doing some basic skincare to get your skin glowing.

"love?" you heard behind you, turning around you saw matthew right behind you. "i'm going to shower now."

"okay i'll make the pancakes." you grinned only for matthew to pout.

"that wasn't the answer i was hoping for." but nonetheless, he hopped into the shower which left you then alone in the kitchen.

the pancake mix began to sizzle on the pan as you poured the liquid onto it. mornings like this were always the best.

matthew was the one who asked if you wanted to live together and you obviously said yes to it. a year had already passed since you two began living together and it's safe to say that you've been more happier than ever being able to wake up next to the love of your life.

but you two had been dating for what felt like a decade. you met in university and it was love at first sight. matthew was persistent on getting your number and always found a way to get you to talk with him, and luckily it worked!

since then you haven't looked back which led you to where you are now. matthew moved out of the zerobaseone dorm to live with you which had the members jokingly ridiculing him for being in love. but they were also close with you as you visited the dorms plenty of times before.

midst in your train of thoughts, you felt a pair of hands from behind wrap themselves around you.

"that smells amazing." he said.

"you always say that." you replied, matthew went to open the curtains in the living room giving more light for the apartment.

"because it's true." he popped himself down on the couch to turn on the tv and play the k-drama you two recently left on.

with the pancakes finally done, you plated them and poured syrup on them along with a few blueberries sitting at the top. though you preferred sitting at the dining table, you followed your boyfriend and went to go sit on the couch with him.

you handed him his plate to which he smiled and kissed you on the forehead, "thank you love."

your cheeks began heating up as you managed to reply, "your welcome."

each time you heard him say 'love', you felt yourself turn numb. that word definitely had an effect on you and matthew knew it since he keeps using it to get a reaction from you.

as you dug into the food, you sat there while cuddling each other, tuning into the drama playing. so far there wasn't much tension between the two actors but he insisted this was a good drama since taerae recommended it to him.

"so any plans for today?" you asked. he shrugged but moved his head to rest on your shoulder.

"hmm, i'm thinking of going on a walk, if you want."

"that sounds good." you nodded.

"but most of all i just want to spend time with you today. y'know we finally got a day off like you had been wanting."

he wasn't wrong, you were waiting for a day where matthew can just rest at home and spend time with you. it was rare that he got days like this since he was almost always stuck at the wakeone building.

"and i'm glad."

"me too love."

thereafter, you sat in the peaceful silence watching tv. even though he would return to his busy idol life tomorrow, you wanted time to stop and to sit with matthew all day.

you didn't take being with matthew for granted and were so thankful you agreed to living with him. nothing is better than this. maybe soon you could spend the rest of your life with him but the present was already perfect.

[lauren-no-why]

17, 19, and 2 (or 3 if that works better. ik we're kinda limited on options) for lord huron?

17: A fandom take I didn’t think about until I saw it, and I fully agree with

Actually, the dual narrative purpose of a lot of the songs is what comes to mind here. When I was listening to everything, piecing together my best possible interpretation of the storylines, I didn't see how completely purposefully some songs are written to be from one character's perspective and yet be used to illustrate another's. It's like the band created a bunch of fictional artists and their music, and then used those fictional artists' songs to fucking… make a fandom playlist for their own characters?? It's hilarious and I love it but man, didn't see how it was being done until I think I read Kirb talking about it at one point and now I'm 100% behind that being the rationale for a lot of the songs being presented the way they are. Like, well, I know we're all sick of The Night We Met but obviously it's the perfect example of this and I should have realized after seeing the music video just how widespread this is throughout at least Vide Noir and probably Long Lost.

19: Favorite headcanon

Oh my goodness, how do I pick. Well, I think it has to be everything I've come up with for the Redmayne boys, since they lack backstory. Again I will point people to this fic as a place to get at some of what's going on in my head for them.

But I'll also give a tiny characterization rundown for the two that canon gives us nothing on:

Alex - oldest of the three. Quiet, kinda stoic, but absolutely fiercely dedicated to keeping the gang united, functional, vicious, and yet like, a whole thriving little found family community in a world where everything is stacked against all of them. Religiously (not literally religious, but, cultishly? lmao) dedicated to the World Ender. Sociopath with low empathy but really really good at caring for the people around him to the point where he can in fact seem soft and even warm. He's the big supportive pillar for the gang and he's basically the reason that the Redmayne family unit is so cohesive. Functionally aromantic in that he just has more important shit to take care of and also I'm not sure he's like, fully capable of relating to people in a normal way anyway. He got picked to lead for a reason and he's extremely good at doing that, and a lot of people have suffered as a result, and for these boys and girls, that's a very very good thing.

Dale - middle boy. Brilliant, creative, witty, but it's all sex drugs and rock and roll for him. Keeps up with politics and local events primarily as a way to figure out how to strike and where in order to cause the most damage to whoever the gang goes after. Responsible when he has to be, but he'd rather be high and writing songs and playing shows and feeling all the energy from the crowd - or all the energy from the rest of the Enders as they ride out on the streets at night, howling at the stars, keeping the city under their control. Some who knew him as a kid probably are very disappointed that he's "squandered" all his creativity and intelligence but he'd prefer to say he's doing it exactly right, because the freedom of being a World Ender and the ability to hit back at society for all it's done to keep the people down is far more important to him.

2/3: favorite fic I've read or written myself

Hhhhgh there's so little to pick from, this feels unfair to the handful of really lovely people who have written anything at all to have to pick one! So first off, if you've written fic, I love you. If you haven't written any but are thinking about it, please, this desert is so dry and I am so thirsty.

But uh, I'm not going to pick one of mine, that feels even more cruel. No no, I absolutely adore your little Dale-centric thing, actually. Like I said when I read it, it just feels very spot on, very World Enders, having an entire conversation while some dead person is just casually burning away there, and, I don't know, I need more Enders, I need more Dale, this fic hits the spot. Lots of spots. It's been a bit since I re-read it actually, guess it's time to go do that haha.

[inthatfandom]

Nightmares

Summary: Claire-118 and John-117 find comfort in each other after what they saw on the Halo terrorizes their dreams. (Set in the show universe after the finale of season 2)

Word Count: 1,068

Authors Note: Hey guys! Claire-118 is my OC that I've been having brain worms about lol. She failed her augmentation but was able to rehabilitate and rejoin the rest of the Spartans, becoming the leader of Gold Team. She refused to let Master Chief fight on that Halo alone. (Also ik we haven't seen the Gravemind in show yet but we r manifesting a season 3 so shhhh)

Also I've never written fanfic before so constructive criticism is much appreciated!

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“It's open Bear.” John called out from beyond the door of his makeshift room aboard the UNSC flagship the Spartans found themselves on.

Claire paused for a second upon hearing his old nickname for her, he hadn't called her Bear since they were 13. She pressed the pad of her finger to the biometric lock and stood there silently as the door slid open with a quiet hiss.

His room was pitch black.

Suddenly she didn't feel like a Spartan, she felt like a child. Standing in the threshold of his room she felt the kind of fear she hadn’t felt since augmentations, the shadows of the room slithered in her periphery, their tendrils climbing up her arms. She hugged them around her torso to keep them at bay. Technically, Claire knew nothing was there, she had her ability to see in near total darkness to thank for that. But tonight, her mind was playing tricks on her.

Though, part of her was grateful for the darkness, the shadows. They hid her momentary weakness, her shame, from him. She hadn’t needed to sleep beside him for comfort since they were young children, new to the Spartan Program and terrified of everything. Now they were warriors, weapons; grown and honed for violence. There wasn't supposed to be anymore room for whatever the fuck was happening right now. This… innate need for comfort that humans so stupidly sought out in other humans when they felt scared. He had never judged her for it then, but for the briefest moment, Claire thought he might judge her for it now.

John’s quiet, yet gruff voice pulled her out of her spiraling thoughts and further into his room.

“Come ‘ere.”

It didn't sound like he had been sleeping either, she mused to herself as she padded over to the empty side of the cot. No more words needed to be exchanged between them. And any thoughts of judgment she had washed away as he held the thin blanket open as an invitation. He knew just as well as she did why she was there.

Ever since they got back from the Halo, Claire’s nights had been filled with horrors beyond her comprehension. And it had everything to do with that … thing … they encountered down there. Despite giving them its name, she refused to use it. Once upon a time her mother had told her that knowing the true name of evil gave you power over it, but Claire didn't feel powerful when it's name reverberated in her skull. She just felt hopeless.

But that hopeless feeling rolled off her shoulders the moment she slid under the thim blanket and into his warmth. She didn't even need to be right next to him to feel it, in fact, she was on the edge of cot, but he radiated heat. Ever since their augmentations, most of them ran hot; but Claire rarely did. A consequence of having failed them once, she figured.

As she settled down into the small cot, John turned onto his side to face her.

“Was it a nightmare?” He questioned softly. Never one for small talk, her Johnny.

“Yeah,” she sighed, “I feel bad waking the rest of gold team up whenever I have one. Figured I'd just come wake you up instead.”

John huffed softly at that last comment, seeing his tiny smile helped Claire relax into the pillow.

“Just like old times, Bear. At this point I'd expect nothing less of you.” He jested back at her.

There it was again, that damn nickname. If John called her that one more time Claire was certain she would start to cry. Which she rarely did, but it brought forth bittersweet memories she'd rather not dwell on when she already felt this emotionally frazzled.

Slowly, she came to the realization that his warmth was tenfold and she could make out the slightly crooked line of his nose. The smell of UNSC issued soap was a familiar one. She must have subconsciously moved closer to him during their short conversation. She prayed to whatever gods would listen that he didn't notice.

“Yeah well you know me, I'm nothing if not consistent.” She replied softly, fighting the heavy feeling in her eyelids. She would give anything to stay awake and talk to him for a few more minutes.

John just looked at her, that small smile still gracing his lips. Even in her exhausted state, Claire noticed that his normally sad, hazel eyes were softer than she had ever seen them. Figuring out why was a problem for tomorrow, she thought.

When he realized she was fighting sleep, he whispered for her to get some rest. They had a long fight ahead of them and–

“I want you by my side.” He confessed.

“I've always been by your side.” She whispered back.

As Claire-118 slipped into unconsciousness, John-117 waited for her breathing to level out and her whole body to relax before brushing a strand of hair out of her face and gently pushing it behind her ear. His fingertips repeated the pattern, softly caressing the side of her face and neck before moving onto the slope of her shoulder and down the dip of her arm. He couldn't put the feelings he had for her into words, he didn't even know where to begin. He cared for her ever since he first met her, a quiet little girl, even quieter than him, but so fiercely determined to beat the odds. Years later, when 14 year old John found out she didn't beat the odds and had been put in a coma after failing the augmentations, he felt as though someone had ripped his heart out. Not even the pellet could subdue the horrible empty feeling he felt during formations when he would look to his side and find a gaping hole where his Claire Bear used to stand.

No, he thought, she hadn't always been by his side. But she was now, and he realized with startling clarity that he would do anything in his power to keep her there. In his nightmare earlier, he was about to attack the Gravemind with nothing but an energy sword as it dangled Claire above the abyss; jolting awake when he was too late. John stopped his tracing motion to wrap his arm around her back and pull her closer to his chest, holding her tight he buried his face in her neck. He would never lose her again.

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@authortobenamedlater @helix-studios117 @ageless-aislynn @pelgraine @makowrites @jellotherelol @ionlymadethissoicouldleaveanask

[bonerot19]

omg okay so I read the rest of the chapters.

first of all so excited to see what you’re gonna do with Sheila. I wonder if she’s connected to the electric grid attacks or not (I’m such a clown lol but she is the only suspect we have 😭)

The interactions between Damian and everyone are chef’s kiss. He’s difficult because he’s a kid but he’s not a kid and he deeply respects his father and Robin but at the same time he’s really angry at everything that brought him here. My little guy <3 he’s also effortlessly funny and I love him for that. Also love love love how much you write Bruce’s pov as hesitant bc all he sees is Talia’s child.

Roy :( I love me some Dick and Roy interactions (& Jason, ik people don’t like RHATO but I feel like a Jason-Roy friendship would be fun!). Donna masterminding them being w each other bc they both need it is also very funny and very on point. Fab five ilysmmmmm

Jason’s anger at Dani’s dad and how he went about it… I’m sure this will have no consequences ^_^ just so well written tho, Jason’s anger at Dani’s dad feels sm like his anger at what’s his name did you push did he fall guy from comics. Blind red rage. As opposed to UTRH Jason who’s definitely more calculating and cold in his fury.

I’m also so interested by that kid in the sewers? I think I might know who he is but I don’t want to embarrass myself so I won’t say anything 😭 bc he might just be some kid or an oc lolll

Steph and Jason’s friendship is so dear to me. The way you’re writing their anger and them fighting but they still quite clearly care deeply about each other, the Halloween party (w song), Steph trying to let Jason be his own person — it’s so good because it feels so real. Also you’re letting both characters breathe into being their own people. Really good stuff.

last but not least live love batcat! OH WAIT. is Selina behind the blackouts…

sorry for the small novel in your asks you don’t even have to answer it 🫡 just wanted to once again thank you for writing, really good job as usual 😊😊

hi hi hi hi I'm soooo glad you're liking it 🥰

Sheila (derogatory)

Damian!!! I love him. he is baby. (and Bruce, poor Bruce. he sees only Talia bc he's too afraid to look for himself)

Roy! love Roy, need to have him come back but haven't decided the reason yet 😂 (I lowkey want the fab five in Gotham for a chapter but idk what they'd be doing)

Jason's anger with Dani's dad is very righteous, to me. it's very much cathartic and kind of revenge, and all of this is being projected onto Romero. (similar to garzonas ((did he fall or was he pushed)) ((this jason might push him if that came up rn, honestly)))

(if you're thinking it's Duke, then you're right!)

next chapter is a good one for Steph and Jason getting back on the same page AND for wholesome Bruce and also batcat

I will take a small novel in my asks literally whenever. it brings me much joy and prosperity, actually.

[stinkrascal]

hi jaiden. i read your ask and im very sorry about your loss, i've decided to spread some positivity. you are an incredible writer and as much as you cringe at your older posts i find myself rereading it every now and then. its kind of crazy how i'm quite young, and i've been growing up with reading breanna's story - yet i haven't lost interest. there is something so aesthetic about your standstill posts, i dont know if its the colors or the dust, but its so pleasing to the eye. literally everyday after my work i go and i check if standstill has gotten an update. the way your dialogue is written is so natural. like it doesn't feel like this fake poetic or overly descriptive, it sounds like natural realistic dialogue. and ive also been reading your character bios and in my language there's a word called härlig, thats the only way i can describe the little bios. for it being a sim story, its so incredibly clever and i can tell you put effort into it. the poses are always fitting. and your game doesnt even look like sims. i hope you realize that we will always enjoy your story even if it would be with low graphics or vlad would be a 8x8 pixel. so dont ever shy away from taking a break, because u really deserve to take a break. there is so much i could say about standstill,, but i wont for the sake of it already being quite lengthy! i hope your healing, and i hope that you can accept some positivity into your life. <3

wow okay hello anon... i won't lie, this made me cry a lot ;-;. i've been really struggling lately with intense anxiety and honestly just feeling really shitty ha. reading this means so much to me, more than you will ever know. it's silly ik but i put my heart and my soul into my sims, it can be a little embarrassing bc they're literally just sims and here i am pouring every piece of me into them like they're my diary, taking it so seriously. but like........ i do take it seriously.......embarrassed as i am to admit it..... i love them so much. so reading something as kind and reassuring as this makes me feel really appreciated. thank you for your kindness, it's more appreciated than you will ever realize

[s0lit4ir3]

Hi! What are your opinions on all of the osemanverse books and the characters in them? Fav and least fav characters etc? (ik this is a very vague question but I want to know which ones to read in what order) I personally LOVE solitaire and Tori but I haven’t read many of them yet.

hellooo!

the only ones i haven't read are i was born for this (i dont have it yet) and loveless (im just starting it) but i'll give my opinions on the others, and dont come at me cause this is just my thoughts lol :) ok so i'll put them in order while also saying about them

1. solitaire

what a surprise, we weren't expecting that were we!!! i could write a 1000 page essay on this book. the representation in it is shown so well and correctly. anyway so my favourite character is Tori, because shes so me, and also just her as a being is perfect. coming in at second is Michael because we love mr magical anime girl. i like how as soon as michael comes alone Tori isn't automatically fixed like in most stories. my least favourite is Lucas because hes just an idiot and thats that

2. radio silence

oh my days this book. i found it very comforting personally, and also relatable. it was written very well. i love universe city. my favourite is Aled because well what isnt there to say about him i mean come on hes so amazing. i also love his room, its so magical. my least is Carol Last. i dont get what parent would 'want the best for their kids' yet take everything away from them that they love, and go as far as killing their pet. i love how Daniel changes his attitude towards Frances aswell.

3. this winter

i have read this book way too many times honestly. i love the way that they all get a point of view, even Oli. i also love the little illustrations within the book. i can't choose a favourite character, but i don't really like the cousins because i feel like Clara would talk your ear off for hours on end and they weren't really respectful on commenting on charlie being out the hospital and that.

4. nick and charlie

i read this book ages ago so i don't really remember (love poor memory) or have a bunch to say but that reminds me i need to reread it. in this one i love their own perspectives again, it adds to the story i say. the argument had me crying holding my breath

once i've read loveless i'll post my thoughts on it if you like! also you don't have to read it in this order, you can read it in any order you like! i didn't read it like this cause i got radio silence after this winter. and thanks for asking this question, answering was so fun

[thesungod]

ok so I took a peek into TSATS and I see what u all mean when u say its out of character 😭 like, a lot of the narrative IS relative to various characters and such, like Nico's trauma, overcoming it, other things I haven't read yet, but the way it's written, and the way the characters go about portraying it... it doesn't even feel like Rick picked up a pen and wrote it. like, obviously he did, but you just can just tell the co-author really took the lead on this one.

like -

Nico thought Mr D looked like he was about to explode from excitement, and it was honestly a complete delight.

since when the fuck does this man smile 🤨 like yes, obviously he's a fully sentient being with emotions and shit. ik he feels happiness, he just expresses it differently, and this just seems so... forced? it's less the grumpy-lovable but still an asshole Mr D we all know and kinda love, but more-so a diluted version of him? like someone comparing a stick figure to a Van Gogh piece. it just don't work 😭

‘My two favourite demigods have returned,’ he said, and he held his arms open and embraced both of them at the same time.

this man hugs??? like, his kids and wife / lovers, sure. but he's like the most demigodphobic person ever 😭 he'd be the person to let the other hug him, pat him on the bag, scowl and say "yeah-yeah" and then shove them off. like??? (at least in my brain he is)

‘Favourite?’ Will said into Mr D’s armpit. ‘I thought you didn’t even like demigods.’ (SAME 🥴)

and then he goes on to say "fuck all u, but like, u 2 least of all" so that's pretty in character for the most part, but still

like this book don't look bad by any means, it just feels... offshade. off white to white? 1st cousins. expectation v reality. a Van Gogh baby vs an actual baby (google them, they're horrifying)

but yeah, no hate to the book, it just doesn't feel like Rick even touched it, yk? and I haven't even read a single chapter. that was me skimming to see what the fuss was about 😭 and what's up with some of the books using these quotes '' instead of ""??? it's so hard to read.

anon i’m so sorry i completely forgot to get this ask out of my drafts even if it was answered!!

i hope you’re still around!!

and i 100% agree, after reading tcotg i’m convinced rick riordan didn’t- touch tsats with a ten foot pole.

i was very willing to give him the benefit of the doubt and say the book was a team effort when it came out but there’s simply no way that’s the case. my man lied. the writing style is so different and the interpersonal relationships between characters feel so off😭

don’t get me started about the humor because tcotg had its flaws but it was literally laugh-out-loud funny in some moments. had the difference been written on purpose- like, the authors wanting to characterise Nico and Will as kinda lame people- that could have been an interesting choice (i maintain my headcanon that Nico is only ever unintentionally funny), but i really doubt it was.

and why would Mr D hug and smile and coddle Nico and Will like… it’s giving self indulgent fanfiction where everyone adores the author’s favourite character. which, i mean, if you’ve ever read my Apollo fics you know that I get it, but a published book should be held to a higher standard imo!!!

tsats did not have to be a masterpiece but it was too OOC for me to enjoy.

still, i’d advise you to read it for yourself and find out!

[honipaii]

REVIEW TIME!

Okay, I've been waiting to write a review for this one!

Let's introduce Henri from "The Ssum" (Bravo, Bravo!)

I just fell in love with Henri since the first time I saw that post.

Elise broke my heart (I don't hate her) but I understand that mama's boy, I hope they are all happy.

Everyone got them own flaws but Henri had been empathic with me until now. And his voice! His laugh! So heart-warming! Omg, he's so silly and cute and serious and and...!! I love him. I want to know him more!

Update! Spoilers ahead!

I'm heartbroken, Henri isn't a bad guy he's just dependent of his family. Until this day (8th day of his route) I've been able to know him more and more, I really like it. Sometimes he says things that break my chicken heart like this message:

And I'm like 'Gosh, dude! Don't even say that! U r a good man, shut it!'. I don't hate nor dislike him. There're just bad people (Elise, stop. You can still change) that don't understand Henri. It breaks my heart! Do it again, Cheritz!

Update! (Yes, again) And Spoilers! (Again)

Look at him! OhGoshILoveHim! (He broke my heart like 3 times but that's for the sake of the plot)

I love how he's written and his problems too. And with the problems he has, it makes sense for him to act like this. He just needs patience and he needs love too...! (Our, the MC's, love. Not Elise's twisted love)

Update! (Yes, again 222) And Spoilers! (Again 222)

I'M. SO. SUPER. IN. LOVE

I LOVE a man who can talk about casual plans like himmm. I LOVE a man who is happy about the idea of being in the same house as me. (I love the idea of me being loved by Henri).

Let. Him. Cook.

Duudeee, the way I'd literally eat anything this man gives me DUDE.

LET HIM COOK 222 (for me)

Update! (Yes, again 333) And Spoilers! (Again 333)

We are cringe, but we are free. I literally told him to wear cat ears as a joke and HE ACTUALLY DID IT? Gosh- Henri, you're killing me.

Anyways, I can't actually believe that everything with Elise haven't been resolved yet! It's ok (?) to make a fuss because of someone "played" with your child. But because that someone haven't responded ik two days? That someone is a doctor. Doctors have a hard time you know?? I was legit confused.

Your honor! This man is the silliest!

Update 444! Spoilers 444!

Your honor! What!?

I- what? Here I can see that Henri is getting his karma, ik ik he have a red flag or two (or three...) but isn't this a little bit... I don't know... EXTREME? Lord? He literally fainted, I was shocked (Not much, he wanted me to feel sorry (I am but he's nit the only victim here) for him)

Now in 14th day of his route, it's about to end and I'm TREMBLING IN FEAR cuz there still are problems to be solved;;...

Last Update (12-04)

The last day finally came and I'm SOBBING. I ALREADY REACHED THE LIMIT OF IMAGES AND I WANTED TO AHHH

Henri I love him, mom. When he said 'I'll say the rest when I get back to the island. So wait for me' I was DYING, I knew that was the last day, it hurts.

So far I've really liked Henri.

So so much. I mean- the way he's always considerate towards me yet the way he's just like a little kid wanting attention and avoiding culpability because of his parents and childhood makes me want to-!!! It drives me insane how much I grow fond of him of his calm voice when he talks about little things and when he's stressed, seeking comfort in the MC.

I REALLY liked Henri. I'm now testing other ssumone while waiting to another update.

[thestobingirlie]

yeah i haven't really trusted the duffers w any relationship on the show after how they decided to write the stancy/jancy love triangle in s2. like they presumably want us to root for jancy yet in getting them together they have both of them act like colossal assholes to steve (i include jonathan in this bc he verbally acknowledges stancy is together/the steve of it all then still sleeps w nancy - idk ik their history is complicated but i would hesitate to do that to the man who literally saved my life less than a year prior) then never address it/have them apologize. idgi. maybe part of it is just that they weren't expecting how beloved steve would become post s2 so they thought ppl just wouldn't care that much? idk but the whole thing is just so convoluted and cruel to steve specifically that i just don't understand why they did that when it was absolutely not necessary.

i cannot understand how the duffers thought the s2 love triangle was a good idea, like they really ended that season thinking people would ship jonathan and nancy, when it just made me like them even less. both as a couple, and as people.

it’s insane to me that people still try to debate that nancy cheated on steve with jonathan. she admits she wanted to date jonathan, but when he didn’t ask her out she went back to steve. in the scene just before they have sex, jonathan names steve when murray is asking about a boyfriend, and nancy is adamant that she loves steve. like, what part of that was a smart move?

and yeah, not only is cheating wrong, but to cheat on the man that saved you and your affair partners life?? like, they would be in the demogorgons stomach if steve hadn’t popped back in.

and then to let steve blame himself for the breakup? it’s just so messed up and badly written.

if they wanted nancy and jonathan to date, just have steve and nancy Not get back together in s1. they could’ve just had them be friends after. there was no need for an affair. and, honestly, even if i still hated steve in s2, i’d think it was wrong. especially considering we know how cheating is such a sore point for steve, like? for the duffers to write steve having bad relationships with his parents because of cheating, and then to have his girlfriend cheat on him, never tell him, and let him breakup with her thinking he was a bad boyfriend?? it makes me sick.

but yeah, that love triangle ruined all trust i had in the duffers when it comes to relationships/characters.

[enigmasandepiphanies]

I am supposed to write a poem but I can't and I haven't written in a year and I really wanted to write on this ever since I had a convo with my childhood best friend about how there are people in my city who have roots. That's the term she used. Roots. They have culture, community, they feel they belong, they miss the city, and the city misses them, their mother tongue is here, their families and friends are and they wanna come back here after all this time and I have been born and brought up in this state but the language is not mine. I don't know anything about my ancestry and my grandparents refuse to talk about how they came into this country, how their religion was stamped on their hands as a plea to keep them secure

and it's fucking hilarious that ik Shakespeare, Premchand, Korean nursery rhymes but the only sentence I can say in my mother tongue is "my name is my name" and that's the only sentence I have spoken to anyone who has asked me to talk in my language and I don't know why that's the first thing, maybe I am trying to prove my name exists in my mother tongue

but it is okay, sun poured heat little by little over my maa's aloe vera plant and I grew up with it, making my own culture like yogurt, like bacteria, like fandom. what is a cultural crisis but a stories that end in a comma rather than a period? I grew up reading books, licking the plate of stories from my dad's mythology tales to my mum's same old lion and the mouse story to second hand books from book fairs to young adult novels

and then I discovered fandom and fan culture and fan community and listen, it wasn't online it was irl at the heart of my two childhood best friends with whom I cried over gay characters because they were prisms of our tattered angsty adolescent selves, I sang kpop songs so loud even though I didn't know the lyrics, yet they were more home than my mother tongue. perhaps home is where all attempts to escape cease to exist

and it was a warm home, stories that matter to me, that i giggled over with a lovenote of shared eye glances in literature classes, guess the character games during sports days and dressing up with our fave story characters on a friend's birthday, jumping in corridors, doing the taekook handshake in the homeroom till we almost missed our school bus, narrating character analysis and fanfic plots in early morning bus rides at fucking 7 am but my bestie's ears didn't bleed because in this city, the only place I belong was in fiction, in stories and languages which I didn't know but called home

but we grew up, some stories remained and some became a ruin without a city, without a location, like language, like my mother tongue

perhaps stories meant so much to me because the people did. in my university's literature class, we talk about adaptation and transformative works but how do i tell my professor that we shape stories as much as they shape us, how do i tell them that i don't ever scream to 'you need to calm down' or 'kiwi' without seeing my best friends face in my head, that when my uni friend texted me about do you know hayley kiyoko i didn't tell her about how I loved her album only because my childhood bestie made me listen to it on my scooty (she's lesbian jesus so ofc ik her), how do I tell new bts armys in the movie theatre where I watched the suga documentary that I forgot taekook handshake because the girl who did it with me lives cities away and forgets to message me sometimes but everytime I meet her she hugs me and my 15 year old self, how do I tell a uni friend that run bts is not the same because the person who laughed with me the most during the new years eve is the same one I said bye to this new years

and then there are other stories of how I haven't eaten raw mango popsicles since a year because I was scared I will get sick. the only reason I wasn't getting sick before was because the person-who-laughed-with-me-during-run-bts told me to shut up and enjoy it , how I can never tell someone about fanfic plots is because my childhood friend lives far away and only she knows what I actually mean when I say love is stored in fan fiction. how I can never sit behind her activa while she tells me the meaning of decalcomania. how the people who reshaped those stories with me never knew how they were so important to me because we were reshaping them together. They were not escapism, they were an explanation to who I am. But perhaps they were escaping their homes and found solace in mine, perhaps they were building my home and their home with me too

and will they ever know that i was giving them the tenderness of my mother tongue? well, ocean vuong said sometimes being offered tenderness feels like the very proof you have been ruined. maybe that's why my mother doesn't say any endearments in our mother tongue, because it always ends in partition, a slip of the tongue.

people often tell me that my tenderness is not the tenderness they wanted and it sucks because I try and try and still fail at love languages. sometimes I think I don't know how to give tenderness because I wasn't taught my mother tongue and I constantly seek refuge in another language. how to give tenderness when you have been unkind anyway?

but stories, they are my migration certificate. my uni friends don't realize that. when they don't understand why fandom and stories are so important to me, I close my eyes and think about how longing is such a gullible word for something so predatory.

oh btw decalcomania is a technique used by some surrealist artists which involves pressing paint between sheets of paper and when you open it it's symmetrical. in the song she and I loved it meant when two people have something in common

but what storytellers and storylovers like to forget is when someone joins you on the page of your book, they will not stay on that page for long

because stories continue and goodness, I actually love life because stories continue

and in the end, I am a fan of many fandoms and ik people who know how much that story meant to them will come back to it, write fics and tumblr posts and lovingly caress that annotated page where we first joined hands

shit I still can't write the poem and this one ends with a comma, but hey stories continue

okkiee lol this was brought to you by this mindfucking convo I had with my friends, but also some of this will actually end up in that poem , this is just a mishmash about cultural crisis, career crisis, do I wanna settle in abroad crisis but in the end stories are always home literally like some people don't understand how big it is for me

and sidenote my friend who has "roots" said this which I think is very sweet ahh

[improvingtrainwreck]

Ig. All these posts w images I blog or reblog... they're manifestations of what I wish my own life to be and experiences I am deeply hoping and looking forward to expereincing.

They have to come true. They, have to.✨



🪄believe in life's magic, good karma from putting beautiful energy out into the universe, God's blessings, and the universe's will to manifest your wildest dreams n dream life. I love you universe, even though it's been mostly hard lately(lately as in the past couple or just the past years of my life- mostly). Even then I'm still holding my head up, believing, knowing it's going to get way better than I ever even wished for, or dared to dream...

Just as those ''The Alchemist" posts said

 “When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you achieve it.”(Coelho, 2014, pg.24)

Speaking of which I fell in love with the before ever having read it. I wasn't really a bug reader but I'm trying to get into it... Y'all but when I tell you luckily enough for me, the most random opportunity presented itself and I was able to borrow it from a sweet soul. I finally got my hands on a copy and when I tell you I'm about halfway through and the book's made me so emotional quite a bit of times already... ugh beautifull. Anyway it's been a lil bit I really needa finish it, I wanna finish it soon. Also I'm kinda on a sm break rn so it's gonna be interesting and growth inspiring seeing what I do w that time

And OHMYGORF

I ALMOST FORGOT. I wrote the most beautiful, moving poem the other day. Somedays I literally forget that I'm a poet. Like i often forget it's a big part of what makes me me. Like I am actually a full blown, poetic soft deep loving romantic soul having, poet. Just like these pros I'll see/ hear about on social media. That'ss why I can start writing abt literally the most mundane thing and it turns into a beautifully written, "🥹" ,long paragraph or twoo. Like I literally can't help itt. I don't necessarily like the process of actually writing/typing this long but it just happens. most. or. every. time. Then the reality really hit. I am. A poet. Isn't that interesting. It's crazy to think that for the rest of the point though that isn't exactly a selling point or somethin they'd love or cherish in a partner or peer. Really interesting to think abt, in fact for those who haven't exactly met themselves or the world that deeply yet, they'd probably just pull a u turn in fact. N ig while it's a little sad it's just kinda like repellant for souls that wouldn't exactly mesh well with mine sooo, blessing in a disguise? I feel like not many things feel better than meeting persons you truly connect with���.

Yeah and I know it sounds weird, like "how do you forget you're a poet?" ik ik, but it happens. Not that I have to explain delicate matters like this, oof the heart aka my art, w anyone but just on like a homie, transparent level... I think it's because after seeing the grand works of these truly talented, especially published poets out there and ig after subconsciously comparing my works and achievements or lack thereof (in the field) to them... it just doesn't feel the same ig? Sometimes when you're new to something, a field, career, area of study- whatever, it can feel and be really intimidating seeing all the well established persons and veterans in the are and not feel anywhere near them. Even if your talent is but you're just not as sugared or decorated yet. And I feel like it's also bc I've felt I've had to turn down the poet inside me for the day by day, either to not come off as weird or bc my deep feelings and writing or speaking lingo would standout way too much and tbh anything slightly different and we know how mean ppl can get. Anywho I'm getting over that now bc it's so evident how "trying to fit in or be 'normal' kills character", it's just been saddeningly hard trying to get back in touch with me. The me that was before society made feel weird for being me and learned all the way to fit in perfectly and be socially acceptable. Ngl, I've been on this 'getting back to me' path for a while now and it's crazy how you'll think all the work to undo the damage that was done, is done but then it's not and you'll always discover another way or area you missed. Like it's soo hard to uncap my personality and the entirety of my soul once it's been capped, esp for so long- so I can be at my fullest basking in self-love and existing entirely, soul without unclipped wings and radiating the most beautiful aura (that'll attract all the healthy beautiful souls aligned w me that'll bring love, great thing and reciprocated energy into my life🥹,) shining in all her glory as she should, and always deserved to be. Fully me unapologetically like I never had the chance to be before. I want that so muchh, I will not stop just lovingly working on it. I know it'll happen someday soon and it'll be the most wonderful. I already felt a glimmer of that sun peeking through a cloud the other day and it is divine, I can sense the perfect confidence🥰...

Ykw too, I swr every time I start writing these post I truly neverr expect them to be this long but then I start writing and my brain brings up more and more and I jus have to type it and so I end up with these reallly long journal type entries, with it's content deeper than expected fr. *satisfying sigh, turns head to the right, looks into space* I wouldn't change it for anything though...

Also as one of my signature touches to these posts... one of the really cool parts about it being online... here's the very recent masterpiece from 2 of my favs

What was I made for by Billie Eilish. Her writing along with Finneas' and his production🥹😭😭💗

I love that duo. I also find Jeremy Zucker's beautiful, lovee me some Ed Sheeran. Can't remember who else in this category for now, but trust me y'all. Every time Billie and Finneas make music I love it, feel something and relate to it somehow, they're like angels at this, I am truly in love with their work and their artistry.

My forearm is lowkey burning from all this typing chile oml, honestly pretty normal is the crazy part

Mémoire. Nora Attal photographed by Brydie Mack for Faithfull the Brand Summer 2020.

[sungbeam]

𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒!

HEY !! HEY YOU, YEAH YOU!! remember to give these authors and the fics all the love they deserve! if u liked what u read, reblog it or comment or send in an ask !! cool, ty <3

a/n: hihi everyone! again, i wanted to extend my appreciation to all my fellow writers with this post (ik it's not a lot compared to how much all y'all do 😔), but if you'd like more fic recs, pls do check out my other blog @luv-beam!

**NOTE: lol 🤡 i do apologize if my bias(es) show per group !! i love every member of every group but some rot my brain a little more than others 🤧😭 i also haven't done a lot of reading lately ,,, this is an accumulation of like three months

NCT

his same, old, safe bet (jeong jaehyun) — @jaehunnyy

not finished just yet but it's off to a brilliant start !! we love yn's "bitch who r u" attitude toward jae lmaoo

swiper no swiping (lee donghyuck) — @/xosimo (linked my rb bc they deactivated 😭)

I WAS SWOOOOONING like omg hyuck is so attractive pls and just the unfolding of events and the build up? yes.

inevitable (na jaemin) — @korijime

dude the vibes r so immaculate in this piece, like the soft sort of atmosphere and the low-key confession style mwah

SVT

11:23pm (kwon soonyoung) — @xuhuihuis / @.maiademia

okay i admit i'm a little obsessed w this (maybe cuz it was my request so i must promote) but it was also written so well and hoshi is so nOm

love on the air (hong jisoo) — @suhnshinehaos

joshua hong 😔✨ ugh such a romantic,, both of them r two idiots in love but isn't that one of the best tropes?

pocket money (choi seungcheol) — @ethereal-engene

found this realistic in a good way!! cheol would be so cute all flustered and he *would* catch non-carat eyes too no doubt 👀👀

the way seventeen breaks your heart (performance unit) — @moonsolie

broke my heart </3 into seventeen+ pieces </3 if i love angst, then this was my ride or die

i less than three you (xu minghao) — @junshine (they deactivated unfortunately :( but i'll link my reblog!)

although op deactivated, pls do continue to read and enjoy their work :') it was so well written and i loved it so much

"i'm here. it's ok. you can cry. i've got you." (kwon soonyoung) — @holdinbacksecrets

comfort to the max ; i cannot tell u enough how much i loved this like ,, oh god i found this when i was not in a good spot and it just made me feel ,, seen?

order up (yoon jeonghan) — @leejungchans

my love for trickster jeonghan is thru the roof 😔😭 this was so so cute (and funny watching jeonghan not get the reaction he wanted skcjdj)

vernon heist au (chwe hansol) — @freakyfriedrice

i LOVED the uncharted movie and to be blessed with this au ?! like dream come true omg i loved this beyond words ; flustered vernon >>>>

TXT : i'm sorry txtblr i was and am in a beomgyu crisis.

nap of a star (choi beomgyu) — @blue-jisungs

omg literally mE WHEN?! (´Д⊂ヽ soft moment to the soundtrack of clownery, my favorite </3 u know u like them gyu õ_ó

8:55pm (choi beomgyu) — @4ure2

dUUDE the imagery in this one? i felt so many things, and this man goes and says this 😔 denial fr but sighs ,, that's love ig

balance game (choi beomgyu) — @yeonjunszn

low-key down bad for this trope, like /bruh/ u like ur best friend?? own it?? ; also this is funny asf even tho beomyn r lichrally dumbasses 🤕🤕

2:37am (choi beomgyu) — @ijhyo

now THIS was simply UNCALLED FOR my heart cannot take this like goodbye. this is all i want.

SKZ

king candy (han jisung) — @petrichor-han

how can i not put this hanji fic on here õ_ó READ IT, it's so cute and a holiday staple for me atp

poisoned fangs (kim seungmin) — @petrichor-han

i have so much to read from rain's m.list and i don't often read like horror-ish things? but i thoroughly enjoyed this one (i also have a weird thing for morbid reads 🤡)

probably up (bang chan) — @loveliestfelix

why we love christopher bang chan (´Д⊂ヽ ugh there was something so warm, mellow, and comfortable about this one and the ambiguity of potential lovers was also super refreshing

6:26pm (bang chan) — @daydreaminskz

i've actually never seen this kind of situation written before, and tbh i'm so here for it like the domesticity and chan being cute as always (i'm sorry but i might have laughed when he fell 😭💀)

10:43am (lee minho) — @cleyellow-wood

i honestly really love how this was written, like there was something abt op's style and the way lino was portrayed as well that hits the spot

tag, you're it (lee felix) — @loveliestfelix

read the warning so u aren't too surprised, but u will still need a box of tissues ; literally sHivers from this one

ENHA : lmao let's not talk abt my jungwon brainrot either 🤡

you're mine (yang jungwon) — @goldenhypen

em's stuff always makes me like 2489292x more delulu that's a fact like it's short but too sweet i 😔

bookmark (park jongseong) — @crystalsoobin

so so dang cute — even if he did call reader a nerd ig 🤕🤕

kisses nonstop (yang jungwon) — @goldenhypen

this woman posted this on my birthday as if it would not sHOOT ME THRU THE HEART ?!? LIKE U EXPECT ME TO BE OKAY AFTER THIS??

closer (yang jungwon) — @palajae

tbh read this during physics and i am not ashamed bc it was so cute and the pacing was mwah and oh god yANG JUNGWON (´Д⊂ヽ

ATZ

midnight kiss (kim hongjoong) — @i-write-some-stuff

i love whump aus part 28472993 OP U WROTE HONGJOONG SO WELL AND SO AHHHHH

11:54pm (choi san) — @stayarmytinyzenmoa-l

i will say this again and again but this lives in my brain rent free and i need to stalk crys' masterlists once i have the time 😔

june+july fic recs

[bellsyafterdark]

The post about Din nesting... Ik you haven't written his return yet but I like to imagine that his mates transfer his nest to their room, adding things to it (like blankets and pelts and donated items from Cobb and Krrsantan and even some things of Grogu's sent by Luke), trying to make it as soft and safe and secure as possible as a too late apology. They made it bigger because they're all secretly hoping to be invited inside, but they're too afraid to ask at first since nests are so intimate.

There are many difficult things that face Din in the choice about coming back. The question of whether or not his alphas are sincere, or how long their patience will endure before they change their minds, if Boba actually wants to see him, weigh so heavily on his mind that he doesn't even think about the nest he left behind until he sees it.

They've put aside a room for him. When they tell him, fear clutches his heart. They said things were going to be different but... not this. He doesn't want this. Does he?

He's doesn't know if it's because he freezes at the top of the stairs or there's something telling in his scent. Paz and Fennec stop and look back at him. The way to Boba's private quarters leads left. They had walked right to the short corridor of other doors that housed utility rooms and storage.

They were going to put him in storage? What was this?

Paz cups the side of his neck. Fennec takes his hand, squeezing in comfort. Din has kept his helmet on so he doesn't scent their own nervousness in the air.

"We wanted to give you your own space," Fennec says. "You deserve your own space."

In storage? Like a broom to be brought out when they have use of it? No, not a broom... like a toy. Din's heart plummets with betrayal, pulse so loud in his ears he almost doesn't hear what Fennec says next.

"... Somewhere you can feel safe but... close. Secure." She shrugs quickly. "If it's too small, we can get--"

"We found your nest," Paz interrupts.

Din feels all the blood drain from his face. No. They didn't. Please. They didn't.

"What?" What nest, he tries to lie but it chokes in his throat so it just comes out like hoarse disbelief.

"We had it all moved up here so you could be close to us." Fennec reaches for the control panel. "We added some--" Din flinches at the metal crank of a door sliding on rusted hinges as it opens. A warm light hums on. "Sorry, I'll get the droids to fix that. We-- we added some more things to your-- well, if you want them. We can take them back. If you don't. Whatever you want. This is your space now. You have-- make it however you want."

Fennec gestures inside. Din cannot lift his eyes from the floor. He is so ashamed. They were never supposed to see that... bare evidence of his desperate need to feel closer to them. In the tribe, an omega's mates would have brought everything he could have needed to help him build a nest, and even then it would have been sparser in reflection of their supplies and devotion to the collective, not like Din's stolen stockpile of scraps.

Mortification at the proof of his selfishness keeps him rooted to the spot, unable to look. He can't even run. He wishes the ground would turn to sand and devour him.

"Cyar'ika," Paz sighs and suddenly Din is enfolded against a blue-armoured chest, strong arms firm and grounding. "You're shaking." He is gently rocked back and forth. His body betrays a soundless, shudder of a sob and he hides his face in Paz's chest. Paz tucks him beneath his chin. "It's alright, shh."

Shame keeps Din's arms at his sides.

Fennec sounds crestfallen. "Baby. I'm so-- We can put it back, I just thought you m--"

"Let the man have a moment, for pity's sake," a familiar drawl interjects.

Din's eyes shoot open.

Boba.

He shoves back from Paz's chest, panic storming through him, and in his periphery the forest green of Boba's armour is ascending the stair not two steps behind him-- how did Din not hear him get so close--

No no nonono no no not yet

The shame swells with humiliation and raw hurt in his throat. With a sick flash, he's on his back at that table, Boba's teeth bared above him and his eyes burning with derision.

The storage room door hisses shut with less protest than it did opening. Din clambers to lock it behind him, trembling with relief when he finds the control. He doesn't stop to wonder if it's normal for converted storage rooms to lock from the inside, sagging heavily against the wall, tears burning down his face.

He doesn't look at the nest at his back. He can't.

"Din." Boba's voice makes him flinch back from the other side of the door. He sounds even and controlled, nothing like how Din feels. "Sweetheart. We need to talk."

[101flavoursofweird]

I played MM and I noticed smth that might only be my hc? Ik a majority of the fandom despises Bronev for evil stuff like killing Desmond's family. I haven't played in years so I thought I missed canon material that proved that Bronev killed his own son's family, but I realized that it was just a widely accepted hc... anyways, in the cutscene where Bronev tries to take off Descole's mask, what if he was trying to confirm whether Descole was his son or not? Also what if Bronev really didn't know that Desmond was his son when he presumably went to kill his family? I'm not trying to attack anyone, I'm legit curious because this is such a widely accepted hc yet we don't get actual proof for it

I should preface this by saying I’m not a fan of how Bronev is written in Azran Legacy, and Level 5’s determination to make him out as sympathetic, misguided papa and husband rather than a cool villain always irked me. I felt the same way about Descole, to an extent.

The idea that Bronev didn’t know Desmond Sycamore was his son when his family was killed is a good one. Bronev easily could’ve heard about this archaeologist, Desmond Sycamore, who refused to join Targent and ordered Swift to send out the assassins without a second look into Desmond’s past. 

It doesn’t excuse Bronev’s actions— ordering the execution in such a cold, callous fashion— but makes them a lot less personal and vindictive. Bronev doesn’t know Desmond is his own son, who took on a new identity! Bronev doesn’t know he just ordered a hit on his daughter/husband-in-law and granddaughter! 

This also aligns with Bronev’s actions at the Azran sanctuary, where he orders all of his soldiers to solve the deadly Azran puzzles rather than risking his own life. (Even Emmy!) Bronev doesn’t wants to get his hands dirty. 

It’s only when Bronev reaches the crystal room of the sanctuary that he decides to take a life himself. And if Bronev has read the Azran pillar at the Nest, he must have known something like this was coming. (‘As the guardian’s heart is pierced, let [our legacy] be revealed.’) He must have known it all along when he first took Aurora captive. 

I’m surprised Bronev didn’t order Emmy to do the deed, but then, maybe he thought Emmy wouldn’t go through with that— stabbing the young girl she befriended during adventure…

I really like how hesitant Bronev in that scene before he pierces Aurora’s heart. You can see him sweating! He stares at the sword. He tells Aurora not to look at him, as if she’s making him feel guilty. From this scene, you get the impression that Bronev hasn’t had to take a life before… or at least, not someone so (seemingly) young and innocent. I can imagine shooting someone with a gun is a lot less… intimate than locking them in a box and stabbing them with a sword.

The fact that Bronev was responsible for the death of Desmond’s daughter, and now Bronev is about to stab the girl who reminds Desmond of his daughter, should really hit close to home. 

(And yes, we later find out Aurora is a golem. But Bronev didn’t know about the golems! He seems genuinely shocked when Aurora walks out of the sanctuary, alive.)

Bronev decides that taking Aurora’s life is worth it, after everything he’s been through to get to the Azran sanctuary— being kidnapped by Targent, losing his children, losing Rachel, having Desmond’s family killed, having his two sons team up against him, climbing the ranks of Targent, until he reached the top. He deems all of his suffering greater than an innocent girl’s life. There’s no one else for Bronev to pass the job on to. He can’t lie to himself or anyone else this time. The mask is off! 

So, he goes through with it, and unleashes the Azran Legacy. 

[zegumi]

hq boys as songs - hcs

gn reader I sfw I fluff I angst

characters incl: tsukishima, hanamaki, bokuto, oikawa - weird mix ik

an : I really like associating songs with anime characters, it’s kind of a problem now so I'm going to give haikyuu characters a song on how i think falling in love with them feels. also slight manga timeskip spoilers but not even

tsukishima kei: apocalypse - cigarettes after sex

i think falling in love with tsukishima happens naturally, you don't really have to think about it - it just is. at first you don't really realise, but when your heart starts to flutter a little when his fingers brush yours or when your eyes seem to hang on to each other a little longer. you realise that there simply can't be another explanation.

but he's too scared to commit to you, just as he is with anything else, you thought just maybe you were different, maybe just once someone will put you first.

so all these hidden kisses and stolen stares, as much as you love them you know that you'll never be more

you've got the music in you, you're the song, but he's too scared to listen

hanamaki takahiro: stargazing - the neighbourhood

oooh baby u take me on a ride

falling in love with him feels like when you're stuck in traffic late for whatever but your favourite song comes on the radio and you know all the lyrics

hanamaki feels like he peaked in high-school, the one time he felt like he knew what to do in his life. now he's lost, in and out of jobs but you seem like the one thing that's able to ground him.

he feels as though no matter where he goes in life you'll always be the one thing he can turn back to

both of you are always looking for signs, something to guide you onto what to do next but you fail to see whats right in front of you - eachother

just listen to the song and tell me it doesn't scream hanamaki

bokuto kotaro: best friend - rex orange county

i listened to this song for the first time and all i could think of was bokuto

fun dates while its dark to the amusement park, screaming your hearts out on a drive to the grocery store, morning where you guys are dancing in your underwear while you impulsively bake a pizza.

love with bokuto is never boring, its always a new adventure every other day

you're his biggest fan at his games, cheering him through his highs and lows, whether he fails or succeeds every single time you'll always be there

although you should be searching for confidence within yourself he gave you that extra boost to become the person you love today

he will forever be your favourite boy

oikawa tooru: get you - daniel caesar

i'm surprised i haven't written for oikawa yet. this song is so fkn good but everything by my love daniel is

oikawa is a lady's man we all know that but you, oh you how you caught his eye. the way you looked at him while he talked, never pushing away his issues or calling him annoying when he begins to ramble abt his nerdy obsessions

he never thought you'd love him back but when i tell you this man was screaming when he found out. he'll try to play it off cool but if only you knew how soft you made him inside. and if only he knew how alive he made you feel and how being with him always just felt right

who would've thought he'd get you

i think i'll do a part 2 bc theres some more characters i want to do plus this is so fun

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