#it's cool to see eng covers

[egophiliac]

Hello ! I positively adore the running joke of Idia unknowingly finding Lilia to be the coolest guy ever whenever he doesn't know it's him, like when Silver described his father, or obviously with muscle red. I can't say what'd be funnier, Idia finding out his online best friend is actually Lilia, resident spooky hyper fairy; or them both never finding out, and it'd become even more ridiculous as time goes on. How do you think it'll play out ? You're always so on point

(Also, though it makes sense, I'm still devastated bat boy didn't get a ticket for the Halloween skeleton train : ( does anyone mentions him at some point ? Like how he'd have fit right in with all those Halloween town little freaks, and how he'd have impressed them with his spooks and scared techniques; after all he's been every Briar Valley's children worst fear on Halloween for centuries. I'm on the eng server and I didn't wanna spoil myself by watching the whole thing on youtube)

Have a nice day !

you and me both, Idia and Lilia being oblivious online BFFs (+ Idia being incredibly intimidated any time Silver brings up his jock gamer dad) is my favorite running joke/subplot. 🤝 it's SO good, to the point where I also am unsure if I actually want it to ever be resolved or not...maybe, like, as a post-canon stinger or something? everyone's standing around covered in overblot ink, and Idia and Lilia's phones go off at the same time...

(legit I do think this is part of why Idia couldn't be present for Lilia's dream, because for some reason Lilia decided he was going to just. embody his past self online. he probably quotes his own battle strategies or whatever in the middle of boss fights. Idia didn't pick up on the whole "oh how weird that we both live on a super remote island" thing, but he would spend thirty seconds listening to General Lilia describing siege warfare and be like "w-wait")

all that aside, however it does end up happening, I do see Lilia being very blasé and all "oh! cool!" about it. y'know, taking it very much in stride! and Idia...very much not.

(can't tell if tumblr is going to chew this into illegibility or not, this will be a fun surprise ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ)

as for Lilia sadly missing out on Halloweentown shenanigans...he does get one little mention as part of an offhand reference to the light music club, but so far no one has brought up how this basically is just Lost In the Book of Liliatown (Sebek's been too busy yelling about not getting to be in the same group as Malleus). 😔 honestly though, it's probably for the best that he got left out, because he would just settle right in and refuse to ever leave. canon would shatter. we would miss out on all the delightful angst of episode 7 because Lilia is too busy eating poisonous shrubbery inbetween practicing his very best screams, and no one can pull him away from it.

(I can hope for a sequel next year though...)

[mlyscha]

LOVE OF MY LIFE 𓏲 LOVER SUNGHOON

❝ 𝗐𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗆𝖾 ❞

【 CATALOGUE 】 𝒶' lover!sunghoon ﹠ fem!reader ( 6OO ) non idol au 𐔌 soft times! fluff&intimate ; 𝓮xtra' . not proofread, eng. is not my mother language! (..◜ᴗ◝..) click.

IN WHICH ᝰ there is a theory that the spot where our beauty marks are, is where our soulmate have placed a kiss.

𝒶!付言 : i don't know what to think about this colour scheme honestly

𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍! ♡ 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾&𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀&𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍.

You and Sunghoon tangled up in the blanket, the atmosphere calm and silent, just the feel of your boyfriend's fingers drawing random patterns on your back as he wishes he could pull you even closer to his body― despite the heat.

"You're so pretty," you said as you gaze at his tranquil face. His eyes were just closed, but Sunghoon opened one of them to look at you with that nonchalant expression. Therefore, he cut his act and snuggled his head onto the crook of your neck.

"You're even prettier, baby," with a muffled voice, he replies to your compliment. The heat coming out of his mouth and laying against your neck made shivers come down to your spine.

"You know what I love about your face?" Sunghoon frowns as he glances up at you. "About my face?" you hum and you continue: "Your beauty marks." "My beauty... marks?" "Your beauty marks," you nod your head.

"Why is that?" you shrug a bit as you thought you rather or not should tell him about the soulmate theory. "Because I think they're pretty, so what?" you tease him, placing both of your hands on both of his cheeks and rubbing your thumb against that soft skin. "There's nothing about it," Sunghoon smirks and went to steal a peck from your lips.

"And you know what I love about you?" "Not about my face?" "Not about your face." he shakes his head, making you feel kind of bad for making that compliment about and mainly about his face. "What is it?" "It's how- I can't even explain in words," he pauses, observing every single feature constituting your face. "you just feel like... comfort. You are welcoming― cozy; and, of course, beautiful."

You smile at his words and say: "You know, now I'm feeling kind of bad because I complimented your face, not mainly you..." you admit, pouting, still caressing his cheeks. You notice a frown form in his face after he kissed his teeth. "Tsk, nonsense." he steals another peck from you.

And a few minutes of adoration covered by silence laid on the air. However, you quickly shook that air away, saying: "Hoon," he hums with his eyes closed again. "wanna hear something corny but cool?" your boyfriend slowly opened his eyes. "What is it?" he pulls you closer while glancing up at you.

"Did you know that there is a theory that," you pause before placing a peck somewhere on his face. "each beauty mark" peck. "we have on our bodies" peck. "means is where our soulmate placed a kiss on our" peck. "past lives...?" you make a rhetorical question. "Really?" Sunghoon doesn't sound amused, until suddenly your face began to be showered with kisses instead.

"What are you doing?" you manage to ask between giggles and pecks. Your boyfriend smooches your lips before saying: "Making sure your face has freckles in your next life!" "You know that they're different, right?" you notice the way his smile kind of dropped, but he shrugged and said: "You'll have beauty marks as pretty as mine in your next life then." and he continues placing hundreds and thousands of kisses on your face and neck this time.

"Let's place a kiss on the same spot so we can have the same beauty mark so we encounter ourselves in our next life, see the mole adn think we are soulmates for life!" your boyfriend says, excitedly. "But what if we're not soulma-" he shushes you with another smooch. "Shut up, otherwise your lips will be covered with moles!"

© 𝓪𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝓮, 𝗺𝗹𝘆𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗮 ⋆ 25ᵎᵎ

[chalkscrub]

chalkrub stuns in new oc-tober prompts

it's a text-heavy update...i love rambling

day 11: symbolism/themes/visual metaphor i.e my favourite things in the world - eng lit nerds make some noise!!!!!

goin back to day 11 with my favourite thing in the world: an unfinished sketchy concept. and also SYMBOLISM and themes and metaphor…and also dark green

so mika and heidi's story is haunted by one time they happened upon a drowned fox and pheasant in a disused canal, something which came at a weird time in their lives and which heidi made weirder by making cryptic suggestions about the whole thing, especially playing on mika’s (former) religious beliefs about spirit connections. Over time, it’s infected mika with budding paranoia in the form of nightmares, hallucinations and latent aquaphobia, all of which she begins seeing as premonitory

shan’t overexplain the symbolism even though my brain wants me to, but this was all inspired by seeing literally the exact same thing on a walk with my great aunt when I was like 6 or 7. the canal water was all covered in algae/pondweed so i’m guessing the fox chased the pheasant, they both mistook the canal for grass, then fell in and drowned together. even as a little kid I was like wrow this is so poignant and tragic and heavy with the potential for on-the-nose symbolism….. or alternatively it just looked cool as hell and felt kind of rare and special. either way, like 15 years later I was developing a new direction for a couple of initially completely unrelated ocs, i.e mika and heidi, and at some point in their story development, I was like now wait a second….this is just like that one time I saw those animals who chased each other into an early shared fate and drowned together…… and it fit them really well and also made everything click into place for the main story, it was kind of uncanny. Thank you nature for showing me cool things every day, and rip to the fox and pheasant you live in my mind forever and always

day 12: future

BEAS!!! beas i love you beas. initial beasley flavour on the left and future flavour on the right. his whole deal is he wants to start a cult, so he ventures to The Big City to make a name for himself. then he realises imps like him are a dime a dozen in the city and nobody cares about him, so he has to scrape by working a minimum wage job as a cashier in a tiny corner shop. he’s from a comic I (partially) made for uni, idk how his story goes exactly but I guess it probably ends with the typical sappy message of being yourself for yourself and not for fame or fortune or whatever. he gets up to hijincks, feels sad and depressed, and goes through the torment of living with his own mediocrity in a world that demands greatness. imps grow with power, not with age, so at the start of the story, even though he’s an adult, he’s still as small as when he was born/summoned/spawned/whatever. he’s got some shapeshifting prowess, so his future form is more an example of the kinds of feats he can pull off when his powers stabilise, and also his cool badass flaming eyes.

day 14: inspiration.

here's a convoluted block of text explaining the heretic's main inspiration, which isn't very apparent in the design at ALL but nevertheless: they’re kind of inspired by the concept of a closet costume. like how you can throw a bedsheet over yourself and cut out some eyeballs and voila. You’re a ghost. Or put a big furry coat and a mask on and you’re a werewolf now. almost all of their design links back to this in a roundabout way: the fur is meant to look like a rug/coat/furry thing draped over something. I used to have a sheepskin rug when I was a kid and I’d always hide under it and crawl about and pretend to be a monster lmao…this is what i looked like in my head maybe. The normal shoes poking out are the human element – like how halloween costumes will sometimes be mostly themed but the shoes are just practical, or you see shoes poking out beneath one of those two-man horse costumes. The face is meant to look mask-like – the glassy unfocused eyes, the fixed toothy grin, the simple cone shape. The black eyelids are meant to be like those Halloween masks that have eyeholes above/below the eyes, covered with that black fabric to make it less obvious there's eyeholes. And the ears are floppy to be like socks or something; they have those two black lines because they remind me of loose stitching. Also just some animal influences thrown in – possums, goats and bulls…..none of the closet costume stuff is meant to be noticeable or apparent in the design, so why did I put so much thought into it? who know… but this thing is one of my favourite designs I’ve made so maybe it was all worth it

[dat-town]

my first and last forever

Characters: Taesan & female reader

Setting & genre: fluff, established relationship, college au

Summary: You celebrate your first anniversary with your fashion designer boyfriend, so you stress over what to wear. Not that it matters, he loves you either way and his present is proof enough.

Warnings: birth names are used, teeny tiny suggestiveness because i couldn’t miss out on the reference for this cover, also cheesiness??

Words: 2.3k

Author’s note: happy birthday to my fellow leo (baby)! this is inspired by the fact that Taesan likes to customize clothes and this video where Leehan and him went to a stained glass workshop with a fan. title from Taesan’s self-composed song So I can say you’re beautiful (eng trans.)

Having an indie fashion brand owner boyfriend means quite a few things for your closet.

Number one, your clothing style starts to resemble his because he looks way too cool, gives great advice on how to match your pieces and he keeps buying you stuff.

Number two, except for a few items that never fail to make Dongmin crunch his nose in silent judgment (come on, it’s a Christmas sweater, it’s supposed to be ugly!), most of your clothes match his. Woonhak always comments on your couple look which in turn makes your boyfriend roll his eyes but you know that secretly he likes it.

Number three, you have pretty much every collection in every color of his brand’s clothes and those become your favorites (right after stealing Dongmin’s clothes).

Number four, choosing a date outfit without his input is killing you. When you don’t know what to wear usually you just ask him or send him options and let him choose but not this time though. You know he wouldn’t care even if you put on the bright yellow sundress he once compared to a children's crayon because he thinks you’re pretty no matter what but you would like to impress him, it’s your anniversary after all.

You weigh your chances as if you were on Who wants to be a millionaire?: you can ask the friend group over chat excluding Dongmin of course or give a call to his yapper best friend in case he knows something.

“No,” Jaehyun says immediately when he takes the phone call that you decided to make.

“Hello to you too. I didn’t even say what I want,” you pout, surprised at his reaction.

“Right but Dongmin has been going on and on about you guys’ anniversary for months I swear, so of course, I know what’s today and no, I’m not telling you what he’s planning,” Jaehyun rambled but you could tell it was clearly a rehearsed speech. He had expected this. Also you couldn’t help but internally coo at the thought of your indifference-looking boyfriend speaking so much about your upcoming celebration.

“Not even a little hint? How should I dress?” You voice out your dilemma and you can clearly hear Jaehyun laugh at your pain on the other side of the line.

“Ask your fashion designer boyfriend.”

“But I want to surprise him! He told me that anything’s fine and that’s not helping. I know him, I know we aren’t going to a super fancy restaurant or for a hike but still, there are so many options!” You whine and Jaehyun huffs.

“Dress comfortably and don’t wear too much jewelry but that’s all I can say,” he says before making a weak excuse that he gotta go, so he hangs up.

You sigh but manage to narrow down the options to two vastly different styles. One is a pale pink layered dress with ribbon strips which is very unlike anything in Dongmin’s wardrobe but he likes you in pink and he has a tiny bit of an obsession with you wearing ribbons or any strings tied. His mischievous ass likes to tug on them to see how much it takes for them to come undone or to get you annoyed. The other outfit is a fake leather, side slit skort with fishnet tights and one of his designs, a black crop top with colorful lettering. All three are also definitely things your boyfriend likes on you, so you’re stuck.

It’s time to ask the audience.

you guys!!! HELP [image_64735.jpg] [image_73628.jpg] which one should i wear? woon baby ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ you don’t laugh it’s a serious dilemma sanghyukie I would go with the first one you thank you, hyuk, you are a godsent princess wonnie ✨ OMG the pink?!?! is that a question? annabelle i vote the black one pls film the brainfreeze he gets when he sees you in that myungjae lol i second that sungho 💪 Please don’t cause him lasting damage 🙏 woon baby i love chaos so … the second donghyun-ah 🐠 👍 you [added a poll to group chat “daily dongmin gossip”]

The black outfit wins by one vote. You thank the guys for their input and start to get ready because you are already a bit too late compared to your estimate.

You dress up, do a smokey eye shadow makeup with cherry red lips, put on boots and pull your hair up in a high ponytail. Looking into the mirror, you know this look doesn’t seem anniversary-like at all with how dark it is but you are convinced Dongmin would like it and would even wear something similar. One last look in the mirror and one whiff of perfume applied, you are out of the door to catch the metro.

Your boyfriend is easy to spot even in the crowd at your destination station. He’s leaning against the wall, scrolling on his phone, looking as disinterested as one can be. He wears custom made sneakers, ripped jeans and a My Chemical Romance tee you bought him. You indeed match. He hasn’t noticed you yet, so you decide to sneak up on him. You’re two steps away from him when you see the corner of his mouth twitch as if he’s trying to suppress a smile but his posture doesn’t change. You know that you got caught but because Dongmin tries so hard to let you have your fun, you pretend not to know. You crash into his side, rise on your tiptoes and press a quick kiss on his cheek with a giggle. It leaves a slight pink color behind on the skin, the same as the tips of the boy’s ears. It only makes you smile harder.

“Hi!”

“Hey,” he turns to you then, pushing the sunglasses up onto the crown of his head and somehow he manages to artfully mess up his black locks without looking silly while you are busy scrubbing his cheek clean. The next thing you know is his feline eyes zeroing in on your choice of clothes and he visibly swallows, you can see the bob of his Adam’s apple, which tells you that you made a right choice but he plays cool.

It reminds you of the first time you spoke, when he came up to you between university classes as you were grabbing a drink and asked if you would model for his fashion brand. Or well, he was rather offering you a part time job for a few thousand won. He was very serious about it but you were no model and your art university had a whole website for such scouting, so you were a bit suspicious.

“Why me?” You tilted your head, keeping eye contact because you literally couldn’t look away. Dongmin has always had the most beautiful eyes that sucked you in like a black hole.

“I think you would look good in my clothes,” he said and your eyebrows immediately shot up at the implications behind his words which he soon caught up on too. “I mean, my brand’s clothes,” he corrected himself and suddenly he looked shy. He wore all black and an intimidating bad boy aura and he was getting flustered by you.

“Show me?” You asked him with a sweet smile, stepping closer as he whipped out his phone to show you pictures on his brand’s Instagram (@giant_mountain_clothes). If you hadn’t been taken before by his charm, you were definitely impressed then by how cool his designs actually looked, so you followed each other on social media and agreed on a date for the photo session.

When the day came, Dongmin was all professionalism as he handed you the clothes (jeans with a pattern that looked like graffiti, black and white crop tops with pretty cool line art and typography) and he gave instructions both to you and the photographer about the poses and camera angles. By the end of it, you pretty much thought you had misunderstood his intentions last time. It would have been a bit disappointing if the modeling session turned out to be an awkward experience.

“Not gonna lie, at first I thought it’s just an excuse to ask me out but it’s very cool that you already have a brand like this during uni. And the clothes were super comfy, so I will make sure to stock up before you get famous,” you spoke up playfully after the photographer left and it was just the two of you alone. After changing back to your own clothes, you were allowed to roam around in the studio slash warehouse but you turned away from the sketches on the table when the silence became too loud, facing Dongmin who cleared his throat as soon as your eyes met.

“Well, would you have said yes?” He raised a brow, all nonchalant, but you smiled.

“Try asking,” you challenged him which made him laugh and the rest is history. One year has passed and you’re still going on strong.

Later you got to know that all of his previous models were either his friends or a friend of a friend, so him asking you was actually a big thing. Once you were added to the big friend group chat, Jaehyun couldn’t stop teasing him about it and telling you endearing details about how nervous Dongmin apparently was before that first modeling session of yours. Because of course, there were more following that.

Snapping back to reality, you tilt your head while looking at your boyfriend.

“Like it?” You ask as innocently as you can but your breath hitches when Dongmin slides a hand over your bare side protectively and leans closer to your ear.

“Very. Might ruin your lipstick later,” he promises in a low voice, his warm breath tickling your skin, then he pulls away but keeps his hand on you as he leads you out of the metro station. He walks slower deliberately, so you could keep up with his long legs.

“So… will you tell me now where we’re going?” You can’t help but inquire because curiosity has been bugging you so much. Dongmin asked you to make your day free in advance but he didn’t say anything about his plans and he gave no hints either. Unlike you who accidentally told him about the concert tickets you bought (which he first laughed about because of your overdramatic reaction but his face lit up nevertheless as if you brought him down the stars), he was too good at keeping secrets.

“You will see soon,” he grins at you with his boxy smile like a promise and doesn’t crumble even seeing your pout. He must really want to surprise you because that usually works.

And surprise he does when he takes you all over Insadong, to the second floor of a crammed, colorful building in the middle of an artsy district of the city to a jewelry studio.

“Wait… wait! Is this what I think it is?” You turn to your boyfriend with widened eyes when you see a poster about custom ring workshops beside the entrance. “Han Dongmin, you’re such a romantic!”

“Am not,” The boy denies immediately but he’s not looking into your eyes, apparently too busy searching up the confirmation email on his phone.

“Yeah, keep telling yourself that,” you mutter, smiling from ear to ear as you attach yourself to his side and crane your neck to look around in the studio. Now you understand why Jaehyun suggested wearing less jewelry for today’s activity.

You can’t stop smiling even as you are sitting down at a table after receiving protective gloves and an apron instructed to take measurements of the finger you want to make the ring for. You immediately reach out for Dongmin’s hand. There’s something intimate in the way your fingers slot together and you pay attention to every knuckle and even the needle scars on his fingertips from his hard work.

Dongmin is an artist and good at craft like that, so obviously the ring he makes for you is prettier than the one you make for him but he doesn’t seem to mind it at all. He doesn’t want perfection, he wants you with all your flaws and clumsy metalsmithing skills. It takes a few hours and a bunch of help from your instructors but you walk out of the studio with matching couple rings. Dongmin isn’t big on PDA but you can get away with holding his hand, the new rings still warm to touch grazing. You love holding his hand or just playing with his fingers; you love the casual intimacy of it, that you get to be close to him like this, connected in such a simple yet meaningful way.

At the metro, you nudge Dongmin’s side to make him look at you and there’s only fondness in his eyes which makes you feel spoiled. He always looks at you as if you were special.

“Thank you. I love it so much,” you tell him, wanting to commit this moment to your memories. Right next to the first time he told you he loves you. It was an accident, something he blurted out during play fighting while you acted pseudo sulky and you were so surprised you almost fell off the couch because he was an actions over words type of guy. You couldn’t make him say it again once realization hit both of you but you loved him in spite of it. Because of it. You just love him.

“Happy anniversary, baby,” Dongmin smiles and you melt like every time he calls you that. You close your eyes and lean your head on his shoulder, the ring bearing his initials feeling like a promise on your finger. He’s mine, mine, mine and I’m his, his, his, your heart chants all happy.

you [image_83464.jpg] woon baby i want to be the ringbearer at the wedding!! princess wonnie ✨ aww couple rings so cute! myungjae don’t flaunt your relationship in front of our single asses me when? TT

[onlinesuzie]

we need part 2 on hamzah x love island!

☆ hamzah vs. watching love island pt.2 ☆

words: 3.8k

summary: Hamzah had finally agreed to watch Love Island with you, Mandy and Martin. However, all night Hamzah couldn't keep his thoughts to himself and with the offer to take you home for the night, his desperation for you couldn't be contained, now you were both alone together.

notes: I HAD S00000 MANY DIFFERENT IDEAS FOR HOW THIS COULD HAVE WENT. i wanted to try writing a hamzah as more confident and the reader more nervous than i had in past fics so i hope that you guys love it!!

♡

The living room was alive with excitement as you, Mandy and Martin settled in for another night of binge-watching Love Island. The table was covered with an assortment of snacks—popcorn, chips, and a variety of dips—while drinks were scattered around, waiting to be poured. You checked your phone for what felt like the hundredth time, your anticipation was extremely evident.

Mandy was busy setting up the first episode on the TV, glancing over her shoulder at you. “Are you waiting for Hamzah to show up or something?” she teased, a playful smile on her face.

Martin chimed in, chuckling. “Yeah, you keep checking your phone. Should we expect someone much cooler?”

You shrugged, trying to play it cool. “Just making sure I didn’t miss any messages,” you replied, hoping to deflect their curiosity.

Mandy raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. “Come on, it’s totally fine if you’re waiting for him.”

You laughed, but inside you felt a flutter of anxiety. Little did they know that you and Hamzah had shared a kiss in the kitchen during their last visit. The memory lingered in your mind, adding a layer of tension to the otherwise lighthearted atmosphere.

“Honestly, it’s nothing,” you insisted, trying to sound casual as you tucked your phone away. “Just excited to get started.”

Martin shook his head with a grin. “Alright, alright. But if he does show up, can you tell him that he’s extremely late and he can’t be rude!”

You smiled, thankful for their lighthearted teasing, but the thought of Hamzah’s possible arrival sent your heart racing with nerves. As the opening credits of Love Island began to roll, the atmosphere in the room was filled with the excitement of Mandy and Martin, who were eagerly discussing the new bombshells introduced last weekend. You felt so nervous as you kept glancing at your phone, waiting for Hamzah to arrive.

Just then, the doorbell rang, sending your heart racing. You jumped up from the couch, a giddy smile spreading across your face. You opened the door to find Hamzah standing there, his familiar warm smile making your heart flutter.

Before you could say anything, he stepped forward and leaned in, kissing you softly. You melted into the moment, but the reality of your friends just a few feet away hit you. You pulled away quickly, glancing back toward the living room with panic. “Hamzah, oh my god! They might see us!”

He chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Why not? It’s just a kiss.”

“Yeah, but it’s not just a kiss with you!” you whispered urgently, trying to keep your voice down. “Mandy and Martin are right there!”

With a playful grin, Hamzah followed you as you instinctively led him further into the house. “Come on, let’s go to the couch,” you said, feeling a rush of adrenaline as you dragged him along.

“Alright, alright,” he replied, his smile widening as he followed you. “But just so you know, I wouldn’t mind another kiss”

You shot him a teasing glare, your heart racing with a hint of embarrassment as you settled back onto the couch. You hoped Mandy and Martin hadn’t seen anything, even as you both struggled to contain your smiles.

As the opening scenes of the episode played out, you felt a wave of comfort wash over you. To add to the cozy atmosphere, you grabbed the soft blanket draped over the back of the couch and pulled it over yourself and Hamzah, wrapping it around the two of you.

Mandy and Martin were fully engaged in the show, their slight bickering providing a constant sound which distracted them from the tension between you two, your attention focused on Hamzah. The warmth of the blanket and his presence made you feel at ease, and you couldn’t help but sneak looks at him.

As you settled in, you felt Hamzah’s hand slip beneath the blanket and rest gently on your thigh. You turned to him, meeting his gaze, and he smiled softly, his fingers giving a gentle squeeze.

“Comfortable?” he whispered, leaning in a little closer.

“Mhm,” you replied, your heart racing at the intimacy.

Mandy and Martin were oblivious, wrapped up in the unfolding drama on-screen, laughing and arguing over the islanders. But beneath the blanket, Hamzah was drawing circles on your thigh.

You felt giddy as you settled into the warmth of the blanket, leaning just a bit closer to Hamzah, savoring the feeling of his hand resting on you. It was an innocent gesture, but the underlying tension between you two added a thrill to the evening.

A moment later, Martin leaned over to Mandy and whispered something that made her giggle quietly. You caught snippets of their conversation, the way they exchanged mischievous glances made you nervous.

“Should we?” Mandy asked, her eyes sparkling with a playful secret.

“Definitely,” Martin replied, his voice barely above a whisper. “Let’s go.”

They turned to you and Hamzah with playful grins. “We’re heading to the kitchen to grab more food!” Mandy announced, her tone light and teasing.

You watched as they both stood up, making their way toward the kitchen. As they walked away, Mandy glanced back over her shoulder, her eyes darting between you and Hamzah with a knowing smile. Your heart raced slightly at their teasing and the warmth of Hamzah’s hand still resting on your thigh beneath the blanket.

Once they were out of sight, the atmosphere shifted subtly. Hamzah turned to you, a cheeky glint in his eye. He squeezed your thigh gently, and the unexpected touch made you swallow harshly.

“Guess it’s just us now,” he said, his voice low and teasing, a smile playing on his lips.

You met his gaze, feeling flustered at his playful assertion. “Yeah, it looks like it,” you replied, heart racing.

Hamzah continued to hold your gaze. The world outside faded away as the connection between you two deepened, every second feeling charged with excitement.

As you both shared the moment, the air between you felt tense. Hamzah leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered, “You look really good tonight.”

A rush of warmth flooded through you, and you felt your cheeks flush at his words. The compliment sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach, and you struggled to suppress a smile. “Thank you,” you managed to reply, your voice still quiet.

But just as quickly as the warmth enveloped you, a wave of worry crept in. What if Mandy and Martin could hear? You glanced over your shoulder toward the kitchen, half-expecting to see them peeking in, which only intensified your flustered state.

Hamzah must have noticed your reaction because he chuckled softly, leaning back slightly to catch your eye. “Hey, don’t worry. They’re too busy with whatever they are talking about to pay attention to us,” he assured you, his voice low and soothing.

You bit your lip, still feeling the heat in your cheeks. “I just don’t want them to hear us,” you confessed, glancing back nervously.

Hamzah smiled, clearly enjoying your flustered state. “Trust me, they won’t,” he said, leaning in closer once more, his voice a soft murmur. “Besides, I really mean it. You look so good.”

His words lingered in the air. You wanted to respond, but all you could manage was a shy smile, your heart racing as you leaned into him just a little more, feeling safe wrapped in the blanket and his presence.

Just as you were getting lost in the moment with Hamzah, you heard the sound of Martin and Mandy returning from the kitchen, noticeably holding nothing. They settled back down on the couch, their laughter filling the room as they exchanged playful banter.

“Did we miss anything good?” Mandy asked, her eyes gleaming as she glanced between you and Hamzah.

You exchanged a quick look with Hamzah, both of you trying to keep straight faces. “Not much,” you said, trying to sound casual while your heart raced, still feeling the blush from his earlier compliment.

As the episode resumed, you all shifted back into the rhythm of the show. To your surprise, Hamzah seemed much more engaged now. He leaned forward slightly, his eyes glued to the screen, and began commenting on the islanders’ flirting with a newfound enthusiasm.

“Okay, but seriously, who actually thinks saying the same shit is going to help their relationship?” he said, shaking his head in disbelief. “These people are ridiculous.”

Mandy and Martin exchanged amused looks, clearly enjoying Hamzah’s sudden investment in the show. “Look at you, Hamzah! I thought you didn’t like this stuff,” Martin teased.

“I didn’t, but it’s actually, you know… whatever” Hamzah stated, a smile creeping across his face. “I just, you know, can’t believe they’re all falling for the same shit.”

It was as if the atmosphere shifted when Mandy and Martin returned, breaking the tension from before. Hamzah continued to contribute his thoughts, occasionally leaning closer to you to share his thoughts, making it feel as if you were in your own little bubble, even with your friends around.

As the credits rolled on the final episode of Love Island, you felt a wave of contentment wash over you. The laughter and chatter had slowed, and the comforting laughter of the evening made you subconsciously smile to yourself. You started gathering your things, slipping your phone into your bag and reaching for your jacket.

Mandy and Martin exchanged glances before Mandy spoke up. “So, have you booked a taxi to take you home yet?” she asked, leaning back on the couch.

You were about to respond with a casual “not yet” when Hamzah interrupted. “I’ll just take you home,” he said, his tone casual yet sincere, looking directly at you with that familiar warm smile.

You paused, slightly taken aback by the offer. “Oh, you don’t have to do that,” you said quickly, feeling a blush creep into your cheeks.

“Seriously, it’s no trouble at all,” Hamzah assured you, his eyes holding yours. “I’d be happy to.”

Mandy and Martin exchanged knowing looks, the corners of their mouths twitching into mischievous smiles. Mandy giggled, clearly enjoying the playful banter. “Yeah, who knew you would be willing to take someone home, Hamzah!”

You felt your heart race at their teasing, yet you couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement at the idea of leaving with him. “Okay, that sounds great,” you said, trying to sound unbothered but unable to hide the smile that gleemed across your face.

Hamzah stood up, a grin lighting up his features as he offered you his hand. “Ready to go?”

You took his hand, feeling the warmth of his grip, and stood up. As you moved toward the door, you caught the glances from Mandy and Martin, a feeling of happiness settling in your chest.

As the car hummed along the road, you glanced out the window. The streetlights blurred past, and you turned to Hamzah, noticing that you were headed in the opposite direction of your house. “Um, are you sure you know where you’re going?” you asked, a teasing lilt to your voice. “Because my place was back there.”

Hamzah shot you a charming smile. “Oh, I know exactly where I’m going,” he said smoothly, his tone playful. “But I have to admit, you’ve been driving me a little crazy tonight.”

Your heart raced at his words, a thrill coursing through you. “Oh really? And what makes you say that?” you replied, trying to sound unaffected, but your voice wavered slightly.

He glanced at you, a teasing grin on his lips, his hand casually resting on your thigh. You felt warmth radiate from his touch, and your breath caught in your throat. “Let’s just say, it’s hard to concentrate when you’re sitting right next to me, looking like that” he said, his voice low. “I think I just need a little more time alone with you.”

You could feel your cheeks heat up at his compliment, and the way his hand lingered on your thigh sent your heart racing. He chuckled softly

You felt your pulse quicken, a mix of excitement and nervousness swirling inside you. “You make it sound like I’m some kind of distraction,” you teased, though your heart raced at the implication.

“Maybe you are,” he replied with a smirk, his thumb brushing against your thigh lightly. “But a good distraction. One I wouldn’t mind spending more time with.” His gaze studying your reaction.

Your mind raced, flustered by his proximity and the warmth of his touch. “Alright, I guess I can stick around for a bit longer,” you managed to say, leaning back in your seat, trying to play it cool despite the fluttering in your stomach.

Hamzah’s grin widened as he nodded, clearly pleased with your response.

When you arrived at Hamzah's place, the atmosphere felt extremely tense. He parked the car, and as you both stepped out, he reached for your hand, intertwining your fingers. The warmth of his hand made your heart flutter as he led you to his front door.

Once inside, the cozy glow of the living room welcomed you. Hamzah turned to face you, his expression was inviting. “Make yourself at home,” he said, his voice smooth. You couldn’t help but admire the way the light highlighted his soft features.

Before you could settle onto the couch, Hamzah gently pulled you toward him. With a swift, fluid motion, he lifted you onto his lap, positioning you comfortably against him. The sudden closeness took your breath away, and you felt your cheeks flush as you instinctively wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

He looked up at you, a teasing smile on his lips. “This is much better, don’t you think?” His hands rested on your waist, grounding you in the moment.

“Definitely,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper as you tried to maintain your composure. The heat radiating from him was intoxicating, and being this close felt exhilarating.

Hamzah leaned in slightly, his breath warm against your ear. “I’ve wanted to spend time like this with you all night,” he admitted, his tone playful yet sincere. “Just us.”

You met his gaze, your heart racing at the intensity of the moment. “I’m glad we finally got the chance,” you said, a shy smile spreading across your lips.

He smirked, clearly pleased, and his hands running up and down your waist. “So am I,” he replied, his eyes focussing on your lips. The way he looked at you made your heart face, and you couldn’t help but lean a little closer, taking in every beautiful feature of his face.

As you settled into his lap, Hamzah looked up at you, his dark eyes filled with admiration. His hands found their way down to your ass, resting there gently but possessively. You felt a rush of warmth flood your cheeks, and you instinctively looked away, embarrassed by the intensity of his gaze.

"Hey," he said softly, his voice deep, "look at me." You hesitated for a moment but eventually turned your gaze back to him. "You're really beautiful, you know that?" His words sent butterflies racing through your stomach, and feeling shy at his compliment.

Before you could respond, Hamzah leaned in closer, his expression shifting to one of intent. "I've wanted to do this all night," he murmured, his breath warm against your lips. Then, without giving you a chance to think, he pulled you in for a kiss.

His lips met yours softly at first, but the kiss got hotter, igniting a spark that set your entire body alight. You melted against him, feeling the world around you fade away as you surrendered to the moment. His hands squeezed your ass, pulling you even closer, and you couldn't help but get lost in the warmth and heat of his kiss.

As Hamzah's lips pressed against yours, his tongue attempted to explore your mouth, waves of tension releasing through your entire body. The world around you faded into the background, and all that mattered was the connection you felt in that moment. You instinctively combed through his curls, tugging at his hair as the kiss grew more passionate.

His hands slid from your ass to your waist again, drawing you in even tighter as the heat between you intensified.

You felt a rush of heat mixed with a hint of nervousness course through you, Hamzah's presence was comforting but so very hot. He tilted his head slightly, deepening the kiss as his fingers gripped your sides, igniting sparks of desire that made your heart race.

Every brush of his lips sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach, and you couldn't help but respond with equal desperation, kissing him back with an urgency that made him smile against your mouth, biting down on your lip. As the kiss continued, you felt a sense of freedom and excitement, the tension that had been brewing between you finally breaking through in the most intoxicating way.

As the kiss deepened, Hamzah pulled back slightly, his warm breath brushing against your cheek. His eyes sparkled with admiration, and a soft smile graced his lips. “You look absolutely breathtaking like this,” he murmured, his voice sincere, sending a shiver down your spine.

Before you could respond, he leaned in closer, trailing rough kisses along your neck, from your collarbone to just below your ear. Each touch turning you on more, you instinctively leaned into him, surrendering to the warmth of his affection. “You have no idea how stunning you are,” he whispered against your skin, his lips lingering with an intoxicating tenderness. “Fuck, seeing you here on my lap, it’s driving me insane.”

Your heart raced as you felt your cheeks flush at his words. “Hamzah,” you breathed, a mix of embarrassment and exhilaration filling the air around you.

He pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his hands resting firmly on your waist. “I truly mean it,” he said earnestly, his expression softening with genuine affection. “You’re so beautiful, and having you here with me, like this, feels so right.”

The sincerity in his voice made your heart swell, and you felt a rush of warmth at his heartfelt compliments. “Shut up Hamzah,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper as you caught his gaze.

Hamzah smiled, the corners of his mouth lifting in a way that made your stomach flutter. “You deserve to hear it,” he said softly, leaning in closer, his breath laboured as he rested his forehead resting gently against yours. “I’ve been waiting for a moment like this, just the two of us, you feeling good against me.”

His words hung in the air, wrapping around you like a warm embrace. The connection between you felt deeper than ever, charged with unspoken promises. As you gazed into his eyes, you felt a sense of peace and excitement, knowing this was only the beginning of something truly special.

As Hamzah's kisses trailed along your neck, a spark of excitement coursed through you, but when he playfully bit down, a gasp escaped your lips. The sensation was hot, sending shivers down your spine and making your heart pound against your ribcage.

“Hamzah,” you whispered, your voice laced with desperation. You glanced away from him, worried that Mandy and Martin might catch a glimpse of the red marks on your neck. “What if they notice?”

Hamzah pulled back slightly, his eyes glimmering with mischief. “Let them see,” he teased, his voice low and playful. “I want them to know how much I enjoy having you here.” He leaned in again, his lips brushing against your ear, sending another thrill through you. “But I also don’t want to share how insane you make me feel just yet,” he added, giving you a smirk that made your heart flutter.

You felt a mixture of thrill and apprehension, torn between the desire to lean into his affection and the worry of your neck being seen. “I don’t know if this is a good idea…” you said, biting your lip, but the way he was looking at you made it hard to resist.

Hamzah’s expression softened as he gently cupped your face with his hands, bringing your attention back to him. “Just trust me,” he murmured, leaning in closer. “I’ll be careful.” He planted a soft kiss on your neck, his breath warm against your skin. The thrill of his playful bite lingered, and you couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement mingle in the air.

As Hamzah leaned in closer in the comfort of his living room, his hands slipped beneath your shirt, brushing against the soft skin of your waist. The sensation sent a delightful shiver through you, amplifying the warmth that enveloped both of you. The intimacy of the moment felt intoxicating, and you couldn't help but lean closer, craving more of his touch.

His fingers danced along your sides, exploring the curve of your body with gentle caresses that made your heart race. The warmth of his hands against your skin sent hot pulses through you, igniting every nerve ending as he moved with urgency. You felt entirely enveloped in this private world, far away from the distractions of the outside.

"Hamzah," you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper, exhilaration and nervousness flooding your mind.

Despite the intensity of the moment, a tiny part of you worried about your relationship being discovered, but in Hamzah's house, there was a comforting sense of privacy that made you feel a little bolder.

He caught your gaze, a playful smile tugging at his lips. "We're all alone here," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. "Just you and me." His hands continued to explore, his hands finding a way to your bra squeezing your breast gently, igniting a heat that spread throughout your body.

You felt the world around you fade away, leaving only the sensation of his touch and the magnetic pull between you. The worries about the marks he was making were replaced by the heat of being so close to him. Each rough caress was a reminder of how much you longed for this moment.

He looked up at you, his eyes dark with desire, a playful smile tugging at his lips. "Just relax," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. "We can take our time." His touch was hot and burning, and as he caressed your breasts, you felt yourself melting into him, the rest of the world fading away.

You leaned in closer, feeling the heat radiating from his body, the tension between you electrifying. The night stretched on, and with every rough movement of his hands, you were drawn deeper into the intimacy of the moment.

[multiverse--wanderer]

The Hatred Of Love | Ghost x König (Call of Duty) [ENG]

[One Shot based on the OTP between Ghost and König (Call Of Duty) WARNING: This One Shot contains explicit narratives of intimate relationships.Did you like this One Shot? Remember you can read more like it on my Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/MultiverseWanderer In a lonely apartment, two souls meet again under the promise to never do it again. Will they find redemption in each other's arms or will they succumb to the destructive power of their own desire? They will discover that some temptations are too strong to resist and that the path to the deepest pleasure can also be the most dangerous.* Cover image credits to the author.

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REMINDER:

This story has been written in Spanish, which is my native language. This story has been translated to the best of my ability, although it is possible that it may have mistakes.

This is just a way to transport my writing to a common language for the rest of fans like me. For a better immersion, I recommend reading the story in its original version.

You can find this story on Wattpad and Archive of Our Own.

Thank you so much for reading me and see you in the stars.

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There's no way to get him out of my mind.

There's no way I can find him in another mouth, in other hips.

The situation is becoming the most frustrating, the most ridiculous thing that has happened to me in my fucking life. Driven by the need to turn off my mind for a while and lose myself in a torrid encounter, I have fallen so low that I no longer find pleasure in a body other than his.

With my pants too tight and overly snug, I headed out into the street, back to my rented apartment in the center. Each step is a struggle against the clinging fabric that seems to want to keep me anchored in the memory of what just happened, still throbbing. The night is dark and heavy, and the rain begins to fall; its cold and persistent drops are the only thing that manages to bring me to my senses for a few seconds, allowing me to think clearly about this whole situation.

As I walk, the water soaks my clothes, sticking them to my skin and cooling the burning I still feel in my body. The city is almost deserted at this hour, and the sound of my footsteps echoes through the empty streets, mingling with the constant rustle of the rain. Every drop that hits my face is a reminder of reality, a call to sanity that seems to fade away as soon as it arises. Meanwhile, I make my way through the wet streets, and my mind returns again and again to his face, to the way his eyes looked at me with a mixture of triumph and desire, to how his mouth, that damned temptation, moved over me with devastating precision.

But Alexander wasn't the protagonist that night, Gérard was.

Deciding to go with that beautiful blue-eyed Frenchman I met at the bar was a terrible decision. The twenty-seven-year-old works as secretary to the Minister of Defense and still knows how to add two plus two. My idea had been to have a few glasses of strong alcohol at the bar at the base and calm the need that had been running through my soul for several days now. For a few moments at first, it seemed to work until the double-edged sword of alcohol attacked me from behind worse than I could have ever imagined.

Gérard had noticed my figure long before I had noticed his. He was the one who approached when the bar was closing and invited me for one last drink. I looked at him, contemplated his erotic half-smile, his defined eyes, and saw his intentions as clear as the dawn. He seemed to see the same thing in my eyes, because he decided to stay, not knowing how dangerous this erotic game with me was.

He tried to find out about me but got nothing. I lied on my behalf, I lied in my job, and I lied in my situation. He, however, told me everything about his life in an attempt to get me to reveal something more.

From one drink, we went on to two more. When the curly blonde got tired of waiting, I could feel his hand sliding in a private caress down my thigh in a clear invitation. I took air through my nose for just a few seconds and slowly released it in the same place. It would have been so easy to pull her hand away and say no to her charms (which I had in abundance), but I decided to jump into the hoops. I decided it was the best thing to do to prove to myself that I wasn't in need of a single man with a first and last name.

"Let's go to my hotel room." He was continually whispering in my ear.

Under the need that my body needed and under the provocations of the pure French worker, I decided to accept.

He kissed and moved well, he knew how to unfold his eroticism in every honeyed word he uttered. He managed to make me believe, on more than one occasion, that perhaps I could reach that long-awaited orgasm with him. He liked rough sex and only asked for more in response to the grips that my firm hands were subjecting to him. I could see his eyes, half-closed and moist with pleasure, flash in a bright blue that he didn't recognize. I searched his orbs for Alexander's tired eyes without realizing it, and it was only when I couldn't find his deep, murky seas did I realize that I couldn't find any kind of excitement in Gérard's.

It was a desperate attempt to fill a void, a pale reflection of what I really wanted.

I turned him around, put him on his back, and he clung to the pillow. He moaned so loudly against it that it reverberated in the hotel room. I saw his body, thin and sculpted in marble-like perfection, which gave me a strange feeling of nausea.

Not because of him, but because of myself.

Every movement felt empty, every moan, a mockery of what had once been a dance of true passion. Gérard's perfection only highlighted the imperfection of what he felt at the time. I missed the warmth, the intensity, the electricity that went through me every time Alexander touched me.

Underneath makeup that concealed my own scars and tattoos so as not to be recognized by anyone, were hidden wars that only one man had licked with desire and tinges of love. My whole world started to fall apart and despite the frustration and drive to keep going, I couldn't do it. I wasn't getting anywhere, and to the shore I was approaching, I refused to anchor myself.

Gérard had already reached orgasm several times. When he reached his third, as scandalous as it was appetizing, I pulled out and moved with disgust in search of my clothes. He turned to look at me and from his trembling voice came a "are you leaving?" that pleaded for more. I didn't answer, it was a question that didn't need an answer.

And now I find myself wandering the sidewalk in the rain, on my way to the sober apartment I had rented for the duration of the mission. I found myself cursing myself for being such an idiot once again. He'd had too many sporadic relationships to know how it worked. The reason I did it was to find an oasis pleasure amidst so much chaos and pain, and lately my only livelihood of feeling something was fading away like sand under salt water.

It's all his fault. Because of him.

When I got inside the apartment, I didn't even turn on the lights. I let the gloom from the window of the high-rise building where the apartment was located decorate the interior with dark and subtle tones. I moved straight to the luxurious bathroom and only turned on one of its many lights.

Over the sink, I took off my soaked dark T-shirt and proceeded to remove all the makeup I had on my torso. I peeled off the thin prosthetics that concealed the larger scars and removed all the makeup that covered the more specific or recognizable marks, like the tattoo on my arm. I left the faucet running and allowed the warm water to do the rest as I rubbed with my hand, unconsciously trying to remove all the remnants of that night and what I had become.

The brown dye I had put in my hair fell in small, weak drops down my neck, washing away its false color to reveal the blonde that defined my appearance. I wiped away the remnants that the rainwater hadn't managed to remove with a towel and threw everything into the laundry basket.

The phone resting on the counter beside the sink I was now cleaning with my hands vibrated, and its screen lit up. An incoming message appeared on the screen, and as if the bastard had known how to read my mind, he wrote to me.

"König: I miss you."

A measly message that managed to completely destroy me. All the barriers I was trying to build, all the distances... Such an everyday message from him and yet the one I needed least at this moment.

I clenched my fists against the marble sink and cursed his figure over and over again. I cursed him, knowing that it wasn't unusual to receive such messages from him, that I was the one who always ignored his private messages, and yet now I needed anything but that.

He no longer wrote me "I need you," which indicated unbridled sex driven by his explicit need. Now he wrote "I miss you." What the hell did that mean? I knew the answer firsthand; I just needed to look at my current situation, I just needed to look in the damn mirror.

Not being able to have a casual relationship with anyone because no one can meet my standards like he does. Looking for him in other lips and finding nothing but sand under my tongue. Everything escalated far beyond a simple "I need you." It escalated to the point where I missed him, missed him so much that any ghost pretending to be him was just a blurred shadow.

And I hated it. I hated him so much for it.

The cumulative anger of the night escalated with every thought, and he was responsible. He was the reason I felt my blood boil with rage. I can't understand why everything is so different with him, why I can't settle for other relationships, and why that damn six-foot-nine kid can't stop drilling into my head for a single second.

It had been more than a month and a half since we had seen each other outside of work. The closer I got to him, the more uphill it became. He sought my gaze like a puppy seeks its owner. He sought crumbs of attention like a hungry dog and received nothing but indifference from me.

Why is he still here?

I picked up the phone and opened his message. I saw all the messages I had from him with no response, and I almost felt guilty. Then I remembered the reason I walked away from him, and I knew it was to spare him all the suffering I was causing him.

He couldn't find happiness by my side because I could only give him pain, and that's the last thing he deserves.

He, who despite everything being darkness in his world, lets all the light that continues to shine within him show when he's with me.

"Ghost: Come to my apartment now."

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[hirayaea]

Seiya: Your emotions are spilling out.

Kinoa: You’re the same! You weren’t able to keep your cool when you met her, right?

Seiya: …

the jp lines differ so greatly from the eng lines in this part of the story; and to discuss it, we have to start with jeremiah’s voice acting

in the jp dub, when jeremiah meets mc, he’s so excited, then when mc thanks him he begins to sniffle, saying:

Kinoa: No need to be so thankful. I never would have thought the day would come that I could be of service to you… huhu

the “huhu” there literally exists as 「うう��」 which indicates sniffling/crying, and we can hear that clearly in the jp dub

after this, mc is kinda weirded about by how sincere jeremiah is, and this is the point where xavier steps between them and says something to the effect of: ‘ah, this guy is just overly friendly’

this is, of course, xavier’s way of covering up for jeremiah’s tears, because mc has absolutely no clue why jeremiah would be emotional about her

mc accepts this reason, and has that cute conversation with xavier where he gives her all the james bond stuff + flowers, and then she goes on her way

when she leaves, jeremiah and xavier have the conversation as seen at the start of this post

but in english, this is the conversation:

first of all: I am very much aware that the main text is in cn, hence I’m not sure if, at this point, it’s just translator preference coming into play; but as I can only understand en and jp, I will focus on comparing those

I really don’t know why he says “it’s flawed” in the en version—it raises the question: what is flawed? mc’s presence? the plan? mc’s entry to the forbidden zone? it even makes less sense when jeremiah steers it back by asking if he was able to keep his cool when he met her. there’s no continuity to “it’s flawed”, but because jeremiah changes the topic, we accept it and the story goes on

now, if we go back above to the jp version, seiya uses the term 「綻びだらけ」 —which is a actually a very nuanced phrase. it usually means “full of tears” or “full of open seams”, but it can mean “full of emotions that broke through” or “being unable to keep emotions in” such as suddenly being unable to help but smile or cry

we use jeremiah’s voice acting and his response to identify our nuance. jeremiah was sniffling, then he replies 「お前も」 to seiya, which basically means “you too”, followed by the line “you weren’t able to keep your cool when you met her, right?”

so it only makes sense that the meaning of 「綻びだらけ」 here is being unable to keep emotions in, as both of them accuse each other of being emotional when they first meet mc, but they’re supposed to be not (because of their secret + non intervention policy)

it’s interesting also how in jp, jeremiah is certain seiya wasn’t able to keep his cool, as he phrases his sentence in an accusing manner; but in en, he asks it like a knowing question

honestly, in the end, the overall storytelling is the same, but I feel like due to the conversation, the subtleties of jeremiah’s character as both mc and xavier’s best friend is more pronounced in the jp version

again, just thought I’d share my thoughts on this!

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ofc this post is for @skynapple as she made a post recently about jeremiah’s role in xavier’s life

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source: main story

disclaimer: i am not a native jp speaker but i have studied it formally + lived in jpn! but if you see anything that needs to be corrected I’ll be glad to learn and discuss it! thank you!

[mreowsu]

eng not my main language so I shall come forth and apologize if there were terms that I used in all the wrong ways that caused u english speakers cringe 😔 or am I.. anyway and I quote "he's a 10 but he's batshit insane (so an 11)" -milksuu, in that one phel fic that shall not be named

OPERA SERIA‎ / kinda yandere!aphelios x semi-oblivious!fem!reader

Watch your back, be smart. It does not care about wealth or status. Once it creeps in, unnoticed, it's too late.

cw modern au. established relationship. possessive/obsessive behavior. imprisonment. unbalanced power dynamic. brief mention of blood. alune is still a spiritual presence, supernatural powers still exist for plot rzns wc 5.2k

Leaning on the balcony, the cool pavement of marbled railing pressed against your elbows. The night was as dark as it could get; a mosaic of glittering white dots with the moon hung high in its rightful place. The air was crisp, and a little too cold for your liking, but you stayed put, clutching your half finished wine glass like a lifeline.

Your eyes drifted over the city ahead, it was a few kilometers from your home, give or take. Though far enough for the lights to look like distant little twinkling stars.

It was absurdly quiet, save for the distant sounds of occasional honking from cars and the shallow waters hitting the rocks below your home.

Your home. Perched high and above, far from the noise. It was a 'sanctuary', a place to keep you soundly safe, to make you feel safe. Yet tonight, you felt no better than a bird with lost feathers, nor a cat derived of its claws. It felt like a cage.

Your gaze wandered up the sky, where the moon's light engulfed you and eveything it could like an overly ambitious disco ball. "Gosh," you muttered, eyes squinting against the rays of light shooting down on you. "The moon is so extra tonight." You sighed, taking a swig of your wine.

You had everything you could ever dream of—and here you we're, in a ridiculously expensive penthouse, surrounded by more luxuries than a palace and still, you feel like.. like a gilded.. Potato.

You swirled the wine in the glass, watching it catch light.

"I've got a fridge stocked with gourmet cheese and artisanal crackers, but what's the point if there's rarely someone to argue with over the last slice of brie?" You mumbled into your palm, recalling the time you've ordered the refreshments with the intent of sharing them with your boyfriend—only to constantly be met with silence and an empty chair. It'd be far better suited to call him your roommate when you could count the times the both of you have been in the same room on one hand. Hell, even that might be too much.

You let a sigh escape and took a sip of your wine, savoring the irony. You had a view that could grace the cover of Architectural Digest, yet all you could think about was how dreadfully quiet and rigid it was.

Tapping your perfectly manicured nails on the pavement, you thought; you used to be fun. Remember fun? Parties, friends, laughter... Wait, did you even have friends or were they just really well-dressed placeholders?

You chuckled to yourself, picturing your so-called social circle. The faces blurred in your mind, all blending into a montage of selfies and Instagram stories. "Wow, I really hit the jackpot with that one," you snorted. "A thousand followers and not a single real conversation. Perfect." Another sigh.

You glanced over your shoulder to see the interior of your bedroom. Everything in there was either velvet, gold, or an unnecessary combination of both. It was like living inside a jewelry box, one that was perpetually too shiny.

You sighed again, this time louder just for good measure, in case the universe hadn't caught on your mood yet—or maybe it has, that would explain the overwhelmingly bright moonbeams sinking you. Perhaps, in a futile attempt in getting your soul to match it's radiance.

Your fingers tightened around your glass of wine. It was strange, really. To be surrounded with all these bling and shine, you felt oddly empty.

Is this how Batman feels? All moody and brooding in his high-tech lair, except, you don't have a Batmobile—you really wished you did though. Instead, what you had was just a ridiculous amount of shoes.

You eyes trailed over your walk-in closet, a shrine to retail therapy that had done little to stave off the creeping loneliness. But hey, you still we're real thankful for the red bottoms stashed in there.

"What kind of first-world problem is this?" You mused, you had always scoffed at the thought. You used to wonder if you'd really be happy accepting this lifestyle, liking this little life. But now, standing alone in your penthouse, you got it. You've totally got it.

Your eyes drifted back to the moon, and a bittersweet smile crept onto your lips.

"I wonder what Aphelios would say if he could see this."

Ah.. You chuckled at the thought of your boyfriend. Aphelios.

He was the source of all your luxuries, the reason you lived in this penthouse, dripping in designer everything. After all, his wealth and status as a lunari mercenary meant he had showered you with gifts that could give even the Kardashians a run for their money. Yet here you still we're, leaning on a fancy railing, feeling as empty as a busted piñata after a kids' party.

It wasn't that you didn't appreciate him—you did. In fact, your adoration for him could almost be considered too much. That was all you could do anyway. Give love, and be loved. You had poured so much of yourself to him, but there was a clear line between love and dependency, and somewhere along the way, that line had blurred. You wouldn't be obediently holed up in this penthouse in the first place if it hadn’t.

You cherished every part of him—well, as much as you could love someone who communicated mainly through occasional head nods. And when he did, it would be manipulative curt and controlling firm.

But despite the lifestyle, that by the way, you found out from Aphelios in his rare moments of sharings, that you could consider the nightly moonbeams as Alune watching over the two of you—still, you couldn't shake the feeling of being utterly and completely alone.

'Well, there's Alune and there's Aphelios,' you thought with a blue, lopsided smile. You imagined him standing next to you, all stoic and silent. Probably trying to communicate something profound with just a look.

Because that was all you could do, after all. Think and imagine.

"Hey, Aphelios," you weakly said towards the sky, "the moon's keeping an eye on me all too well. You should tell your sister to chill." That made you giggle.

What a strange life you led—wealthy, lonely, and dating a guy who had a direct line to the moon, who was also rarely home. If someone had told you this years ago, you would have laughed in their face. But now that you we're actually here, living this reality, you wondered who'd be laughing instead.

You thought about how much you had underestimated seclusion. 'You'd feel a tiny bit alone is all' my ass. You mocked. Is this how Alune feels? Seriously, you used to think that being rich would make you immune to it, like a fancy vaccine. But instead, it feels like you're the lonely princess in a tower, compensated with luxurious bags and platinum credit cards. A Rapunzel rip-off.

You could find a hobby, just something to pass time, since the last time you had tried to apply for a job, let's just say.. it ended with a few misguided conceptions.

‎

You sat at the dinner table, fidgeting with your fork, barely noticing the beautifully plated meal in front of you. Aphelios as usual, was quiet, his gaze focused on his food. Not even a blink sent your way. The moonlight streamed through the windows, a silent greeting from Alune. It casted a glow that seemed to make the guy sat across you even more ethereal, highlighting his angular features. If that was possible.

"So," Aphelios began lowly, he glanced up at you through dark lashes, breaking the silence. His voice had a slight rasp to it, you guessed it was from the noctum intake beforehand, though its effects had already worn off long ago. "I heard you were looking for a job."

Your fork clattered onto the table. You hadn't expected him to find out about your little secret application spree so soon. You had only applied for a few jobs—nothing major, just a couple of boutique shops and an art gallery. It wasn't about money; it was just about having something to do while he was off being the government's top asset all day.

You forced a casual smile, hoping to defuse the situation. "Oh, that." You picked your fork back up, "It was nothing serious, just something to pass the time, you know?"

Aphelios was silent for a moment, you figured he was chewing with the way his jaw suddenly tightened and flexed profusely, then set down his utensils, expression unreadable.

"I thought..." he blinked, "I thought we had everything we needed." He lifted his head, and you finally had a good look at him in a while; dark cascading hair, somehow a little longer than the last you've seen it, pale, even skin, high cheekbones and an angled jawline.

Eventually your eyes drifted towards the one thing you've been avoiding the whole meal; his eyes.

Because the moment you do; meant to chain and lock you in place. Imprisoned, just like a statue of a museum's hollowed halls, and the only means of serendipity is being fortunate enough to be frozen cold by the embrace of stone. His vision was already piercing right through you, as if waiting for you to meet his gaze the whole time you've been drinking him in with your own.

He stared at you with question, holding a look to his face—impassive and deathly cold. His lips were set in a natural line, neither smiling nor frowning, yet intense all the same. A mere feature that showed little of his displease, like a porcelain doll—perfectly unmoving, perfectly controlled. It was the face he wore during every argument, a reminder of the power he held over you, and a silent warning of the consequences if you dared to defy him. It's definitely an expression you'd need not be showing to a significant other in the moment of a brewing argument.

But, still, you held his eyes, despite the growing dread coiling in your stomach, as if obeying an unspoken royal’s decree. An absolute command—one that meant a grim fate if transgressed.

And his eyes said just that. Deep, dark voids of pure nothingness that seemed to lure you, pulling you deeper the longer you locked gazes. To break eye contact would be to admit defeat, to acknowledge his control. But the longer you stared, the more you felt yourself unraveling, falling deeper into the void that was him.

Aphelios must have sensed your weakening resolve, because his expression softened, just barely. It was enough to draw you in further, to make you believe, even if only for a moment, that he might actually care. But you knew better. Or at least, you should have.

Once Aphelios realized he's got you ensnared once again, wrapped in his cold, pale hands, he continued, "You have everything you need." a soft murmur—the sound was delicate, almost tender, almost imperceptible that had you straining to hear, desparate for each word, his utterance, the sound of his voice.

He had stated it in a matter-of-fact manner, but his eyes, however, told you a different story—black, glass of orbs, and you, foolishly reflecting in them. As if they had taken hold of your very soul, and no matter, you couldn’t even bring yourself to look away.

This was a man who have brought you the moon and stars—literally. Alune had probably blessed every piece of furniture in this penthouse.

If you knew any better, you’d have turned a deaf ear to the sly confusion and the hint of connivance hurt woven into his words.

Except, you didn’t, and you wouldn’t.

Senselessly, you’ll continue to fall for it. You always did.

His manipulation was a drug, one you couldn’t quit, no matter how much it distorted your mind, corrupted your soul. You believed each lie, clung to every promise, and followed his words like a moth to a flame.

And so, you continued to fall, right into his arms, where you were always meant to be. The hands that had you wrapped in their tightened their grip, pulling you closer, until you were wrapped up in him completely. This was where you belonged, where he wanted you, and despite everything, you wouldn't be able to resist. You couldn’t. Naively, because you love him.

Yet, how could you explain that you just wanted something of your own, something that wasn't tied to him? Why was it so hard to unpack baggage? What you really felt? To Aphelios?

Accompanied with the moonbeam's brilliance the seemed to reach greater heights, his statement from before seemed to flutter through the air like a caress, his whisper. It brushed against your ears, fleeting, and in response sent a shiver tracing its way down your spine like frost. As if it was your lover's wordless encouragement of getting you to talk.

With a deep breath, you complied. "It's not about needing anything," you gulped, trying to find the right words. "I just thought it would be nice to do something, to keep myself busy."

His face remained motionless, a sheet of ice. Though his gaze hardened, intensifying the dark pools within. You felt a pang of guilt stab through you, retract, then sheathing again, over and over. A relentless dagger.

It left your insides disarray. A gutted despair. This would explain how your insides are red; from the savage guilt that viciously attacked you for daring to go against Aphelios' wishes, when he only desired for you to be in a place he deemed safe.

"Then, were you going to do this without telling me?" Aphelios asked, his voice calm but with an edge that sliced through your defenses. Pathetic. Who were you kidding? One look, and they’d be down like they were never there in the first place. "Were you planning on keeping secrets from me?"

You swallowed down the bile that threatened to rise up your throat, shifting uncomfortably in your chair, feeling suddenly very small under his scrutinizing gaze, you could feel him burning holes into you. He was waiting, expecting, your reassurance. You knew what he wanted to hear, and a part of you longed to give it to him, to say the words that would ease his possessive grip, at least for a moment. But the other, wiser part of you, the part that had secretly sought a way out, screamed at you otherwise.

"I wasn't trying to keep a secret. I just... didn't think it was that big of a deal."

"No?" Aphelios leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. "Not a big deal?"

You notice him shift between your eyes, searching your face for expressions—any kind of reaction, to unearth one more wrong move of yours, something to tick a mark off his painstaking list of reasons to justify his own demands of you. When you didn't humor him, his lips moved.

"You're applying for jobs as if our life together isn't enough."

'As if what I'm providing you isn't enough.' is what he meant to say, you knew.

The porcelain mask of his face threatened to crack, with the way he's trying to hold back a frown. His lips twitched while the dark of his eyes swirled in malaise. "What else are you hiding?"

You let your brows furrow, and the room seemed to grow colder, a cold breeze brushing against your skin. The sudden chill made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on edge. Goosebumps, like tiny diamonds of frost, began to adorn your skin. They spread gently, like the touch of moonlight across a quiet lake. Your arms, once warm, now bore the delicate, cold tracery of Aphelios’ voice. Timbres of his seemed to quiet even the whistling of wind outside the windows. Yet your insides screamed impending doom, a contrary to the stillness of the room.

You hadn't thought it would come to this. It was just a few applications, just a whim. You didn’t realize it would strike such a chord with him.

"I'm not hiding anything," you said softly, "I just thought I could find something to do, something that makes me feel useful." A reason to leave this place.

Each time you opened your mouth, you feared you'd be saying the wrong things, adding fuel to fire, and worse, having your boyfriend tighten his clutches around you. And unfortunately, much to your obliviousness, is already happening.

He was quiet once more, only peering at you with lidded eyes, yet somehow, his silence was far more alarmingly menacing, pressing down heavily on your shoulders. You struggled to breathe.

The goosebumps trailing your skin increased, and you found yourself immobilized once more.

It hurt.

Like two glinting fangs, its sharpness promising allurance and pain. They pierced through your tender skin, slowly and with deliberate grace. They held your limbs in place. Blood welled up, like crimson flowers blooming under its pale moon.

Your pale moon.

It was a silent devotion, a willing offer for drinking and feeding. They continue to sink words into your flesh, through your veins, seeping through each fibre of your body, to ultimately snaking in your head, it left your mind ahaze of any rationale thinking and with only one thing; to never leave.

And it hurt.

You heard red, loud sirens wailing in your head. Constantly blinking in your mind like a strobe light and flashing the words: danger, danger, danger.

The sound thrummed your very limbs, threatening to replace order of the first that's currently flowing through your veins. Urgency throbbed beneath your skin.

Something was wrong.

As you stared back at your lover's eyes, deep and unreadable, you were suddenly reminded that he is, in fact, a mercenary of the government. A warrior for hire. A private military contractor. Hell, he's their top fucking asset.

You haven't given it much thought before, but as that fact sunk deeper into the crevices of your head, your instincts sharpened and your senses heightened. The blaring got increasingly louder, each wail a desperate plea, a cry, warning you of the man before you was very, very much dangerous.

He could do whatever to you, and you'd be defenseless.

Your vision blurred and the tears pricking at the corner of your eyes poised to slip at your revelation.

Aphelios noticed your tears, and took the liberty to talk himself.

"You don't think your presence here is enough? You don't think being with me is enough?" His voice was low, almost a whisper, almost calculated, but each word hit you like a blow. It felt hostile, he felt hostile and you wished he had stayed silent instead.

Your face twisted and burned with hot tears, no matter how tight you clasped your hands on your lap, tears hovered on the brink and wet your lashes.

Your breathe came in shallow, uneven gasps as the first escaped from the corner of your eye, tracing a glistening, burning path down the delicate crevice of your cheek. It was followed by another, then another, and another, until your fingers left your lap to desperately wipe at your face in hopes to still the steady streaming.

You wondered how he could have said such a thing. How had a simple desire to pass the time turned into this? You had always thought the both of you had a mutual understanding, that your lives together, while unconventional, were fulfilling. But, now you saw the cracks, the things left unsaid that had festered until this moment.

"I didn't mean it that way," you pleaded. "I just... I just wanted something for myself."

Aphelios stood up abruptly, the chair scraping against the floor. The action caught you off guard, and you let a quiet sob escape you, shoulders trembling.

He tapped a finger on the table, and your eyes followed it—avoiding his eyes. "If my opinions in this relationship don't matter, then maybe we need to rethink everything."

The words slipped out, cold and calculated, but Aphelios didn’t mean them—not really. He just needed to hear you say it, to contradict the words. To deny the possibility of a world without him in it. He needed to know that you were still his, as much as he was yours.

Aphelios wouldn’t hurt you, not physically, anyway. That much was true. But the idea of you straying, of seeking solace or purpose outside of the relationship, was unbearable. He couldn’t let it happen. He wouldn’t. You were important to him. So sweet to him. So dutiful. So compliant.

You felt the weight of the words press tenfold down on you, his presence almost oppresive. Leaving you no room for indulgence. After all, his words were absolute. Still, you wanted to look at him, to see the emotion in his eyes, if he really meant what he said. But something held you back—fear, perhaps, or maybe the unsettling knowledge that you were standing on the edge of something far more dangerous.

You didn’t respond right away, and the silence gnawed at him, a bitter, growing void that threatened to consume him whole. He kept his face impassive, but inside, he was shitting his pants.

Maybe now would be a definite time to drink the poison and forever hold his tongue. Perhaps, even Alune could help, but he didn't like the thought of his sister lecturing him with the way he handles his relationships, what did she know? She could never understand. You and him—your love exclusively festered for him, and your bond was something only for the both of you to understand.

Speaking of which—you, your silence was starting to bother him, and he could feel the unease creeping in, a gnawing sense of discomfort, unfamiliar as it was unwelcome. Could you be thinking of leaving? Had you found something or someone else that filled the space he once occupied in your heart? Was that why you were applying for jobs?

No. That couldn’t be.

But you won't even look at him. Your eyes, usually so full of warmth and light, were now trained on his finger tapping the table, avoiding his gaze. It stung, more than he would ever admit, but he couldn’t let that show. Not now.

The silence stretched, thick and heavy, and Aphelios fought the urge to break it himself. He needed you to speak, to reassure him, to remind him that you were still his, that you hadn’t changed your mind. But the longer you remained quiet, the more his composure began to fray at the edges.

Why weren't you saying anything? Were you challenging him, testing his patience? Or were you afraid, too afraid to speak? He likes to think it was the latter—fear was easier to control, easier to mold. But what if it wasn’t fear at all? What if you were growing distant, slipping away from him little by little?

He absolutely could not allow that.

He tapped his finger on the table again, and the silverware on the table jumped and clinked from the sheer insistence, hoping to draw you out, to force you to meet his eyes. But you just stared at the spot where his finger touched the wood, refusing to look up, refusing to acknowledge the tension that was building inbetween.

His mind raced, cycling through possibilities, searching for the right words, the right approach to pull you back. He needed to act quickly before the silence turned into something worse, something he couldn’t control.

“Talk to me,” Aphelios finally said, his voice softer now, though still laced with the dangerous edge from before, a countermeasure to your reaction, a brace for impact. “Don’t shut me out.”

You finally peered up at him with trembling eyes, "Sit down, please." you whispered, looking up at him through tear-filled vision. "I didn't mean to make you feel like you don't matter. I won't apply for any more jobs. I promise."

Aphelios' shoulders sagged slightly, but there was obviously still tension in his body. Usually, you were so predictable, thoughts and feelings an open book that he could read at a glance. But now, you were starting to shut him out, keeping things from him, and it was driving him mad. 

Wordlessly, he sat back down, picking up his fork again, though his appetite seemed as absent as yours.

The room was silent, save for the soft, stifled sounds of your sobbing. The tears continued to fall, dropping on the marbled plate before you. Aphelios only continued to eat in silence, eyes focused on his food, as if choosing to shut out the sounds of your sobs for his betterment. How hypocritical of him, now he was the one shutting you out. He even had the audacity to act as if the sight of you hurt him more.

The clink of cutlery resounded in the room, mingling with your cries.

You know, this could've been a sick beat. You'd most definitely sample this if you worked as a musician. But due to circumstances, that seemed like a distant dream. Very out of reach, if you will.

As the minutes wore on, the tears began to slow, leaving a damp trail on your cheeks, you sat there exhausted. The fight drained out of you, and the remnants of Aphelios' oppression drying on your skin.

For now, you kept your head down, eating your meal in silence, resigned to a life where your every move would be watched, where every desire would have to be weighed against Aphelios' better judgment.

Because you were his. From the moment you met, he had known it—had felt the pull of fate wrapping like an unbreakable chain. You were his only means of salvation in this barren wasteland. He loved you, adored you, but that love came with a price. It meant that you had to be his and his alone. No one else could have you. No one else could even think of touching you, of taking you away from him.

Aphelios peered up from his plate of food, watching you closely, eyes narrowing as he tried to read your expressions, to understand what was going on in that beautiful head of yours. You were thinking—probably—debating, weighing options. And he needed to be sure that, in the end, there would be only one option left for you..

Him.

A cage, yes, that’s what it was, and you, the willing prisoner. Not one you could see or touch, but a cage all the same. It would be of his making, crafted carefully and patiently, with just enough room for you to breathe, but never enough to leave. You wouldn’t even know you were in it until it was too late.

‎You would walk right into it willingly, he was sure of that. He just needed to dangle the right treat, say the right words, and you would follow. And once you were inside, he would close the door and lock it, forever.

He smiled, just a little, as he watched you struggle with your thoughts. You were precious to him, so very precious. And he would do whatever it takes to keep you, to make sure you stayed right where you belonged.

In the palm of his hand.

And since then, you would never do anything without Aphelios knowing. It wasn't worth the arguments, the hurt. But never, ever would you bite down your own tongue, you'd rather much choose to die.

Welp, there goes your social life.

So.. knitting, pottery, talking to houseplants—or rather, yourself... something to fill the silence, to distract yourself of the unshaking feeling of loneliness that just seemed to follow you wherever like a loyal dog.

You pondered, picturing yourself hunched over a potter's wheel, clay smeared on your face.

"Yeah, that's not happening."

You sighed, taking a last swig of your wine. A gust of wind blew against you, and you pulled your robe tighter. You wrapped an arm around yourself, though not for warmth but, perhaps to hold yourself together.

"If only I'd known." You mused aloud, glancing at the moon. You could almost imagine Alune winking, as if to say, 'Yeah, girl, get used to it.'

You guessed that was one of the things Aphelios liked about you, and one of the things you hated about you. Your heart, so expansive and eager to love. The way you'd embrace every nuance of his affection and all the things not. Even at the cost of your own, in exchange for his struggles, his pain. You loved too hard, too deeply, and sometimes it felt more like a burden rather a gift.

The intensity of your own feelings oftentimes led you overwhelmed, open, and exposed. And that was exactly just what Aphelios needed. Ensuring you in the curl of his cold fingers.

If you loved, the type to pour your heart out into every gesture and word, he'd match your fervor with a devotion that bordered on the obsessive.

It wasn't enough for him to love you just as much as you loved him; he needed to surpass it, to ensure that his affection enveloped you entirely, as much as he'd see fit. So your heart would only react to him, your mind respond to him, until the only name branded into your mind was his, and only his. Aphelios.

His love was a force as captivating as it was consuming. And when he loved, it was all-encompassing. Surging with every heartbeat, a tempest that sought to claim every corner of your entire being.

He needed to be the center of your world, and in return, he made sure his revolved around you.

The whole thing manifested in small ways, a devotion that demanded your full submission, your surrender. So, it'd be safe to say that with the intensity of your own feelings, he'd just be mirorring and magnifying with his own.

You're just as insane as him.

You glanced back inside, a palace of pristine luxury. Every piece of furniture, every glittering surface, screamed extravagance. And it was all a gift from Aphelios but, his constant absence turned it into a feeling of living in a golden-velveted birdcage.

It was ironic, really. He's out fighting who-knows-what, while you were left to rattle around in his absence.

You leaned further over the balcony, dramatically slinging an arm out and clenching the wine glass tighter in your other hand.

"What's the point of having a boyfriend if he's never around to eat food I ordered? Or, you know, just be here?"

A truck honked from afar, loud enough to catch you off guard. To stir you from nonsense. You stood up straight, shook your head and let out a wistful laugh.

You could wait for Aphelios, though he'd most likely be back at the wee hours of midnight, or tomorrow, or the day after, or the day after that, or next week—still, you find his silence more comforting than any words could ever be. Well, the type of silence where he's not pissed. 

Anyhow, he'd always come back home to you. You're sure, because if he went and stayed the night at another's—you'd be damn sure to return the favor and snap his neck.

Tonight, you're content to just stand here and let the moon's ridiculous glow remind you of him. Light engulfing you whole.

"Okay, Alune," you said, shaking your head with a smile, "you win this round, you crazy celestial diva."

With that, you would retreat back inside, to where your luxurious prison awaited.

Maybe you'd light some candles, pour another glass of wine, and pretend that the moon's glow was just the world's most elaborate nightlight, instead of a reminder of your lover's semi-present life.

As you stepped back into the penthouse, you glanced one last time at the moon. "My love," you whispered to the sky.

"Hope you're out there being all heroic and broody. And maybe, just maybe, thinking of me too."

© 2024 mreowsu

[juniebugs]

assigning marvel heroes engineering majors (1)

i tried to write this so it makes sense even if you don't know much about engineering!! this post has my headcanons for peter parker, steve rogers, tony stark, and clint barton!!

as a preface, i am very aware that most of the marvel heroes would not in fact be in school for engineering even in an alternate universe. unfortunately, my fixation on both superheroes and engineering knows no bounds.

please feel free to ask me any questions about eng or for further explanation my reasons for these picks!! i am only in one type of eng but know many people in other disciplines so hopefully i'll be able to answer :)))

Peter Parker - Mechanical & Biomedical

I truly, truly believe the correct peter parker engineering take depends on what portrayal of spiderman you are looking at. like tobey's spiderman? would not touch biomed with a pole let alone mech. ... that peter parker is so far from engineer...... i dont even know where i would put him. materials? pls send your opinions if you have them.

BUT MCU, tom holland, spiderman would definitely definitely be in mechanical & biomedical. i actually got this from an irl friend, so if you see this somehow pls say hi LMAO

mechanical is one of the most common streams of eng and, while absolutely not something i ever want to touch, is really neat. it centers around keeping things in motion (contrary to civil engineering where if something is moving you're in trouble). it applies physics in really cool ways which i imagine would be a draw to peter just on the sole basis of personal interest. mech also plays with materials as it explores elasticity, deformation, fractures, yield strength, and other materials things i have blocked out LOL. when i think of that aspect i feel like it matches really well with the designed suit, the webs, and, if you listen to the science jargon he throws around in the movies, some of his prior knowledge.

biomedical engineering is actually used by some (the insane) as a gateway into med school. it covers human anatomy and genetic engineering (radioactive spider????). i do not believe peter would do med school too (because that student debt tho) but i also can't imagine him not trying to apply what he learns to helping others. i am personally partial to applying engineering principles to physiology and i can just imagine him implementing his mechanical knowledge into making prosthetics. if i had the brain power for this degree i would love to do that.

Steve Rogers - Civil Engineering

.... listen. steve rogers would fight a war before sitting in an hour lecture about dirt. i know this and acknowledge this wholeheartedly. HOWEVER,,,, I have a friend in civil with a special interest on sustainable design and you cannot, cannot tell me that isn't steven rogers coded.

civil engineering is not architecture, like at all, which i think is a common misconception if you don't know engineering well ( totally understandable!) unfortunately, i don't think civil caters to his artistic side that well but as someone who likes art but only does it as a hobby next to eng, i think thats okay.

civil engineering is kind of the mother to environmental engineering in the sense that they both look into wastewater treatments, geology, and even environmental planning (in some cases) but civil will also go into more detail with structural components and design of buildings. you'll find civil engineers involved in every building being made and in every town council ensuring clean drinking water and working sewage systems. typically they specialize into one or the other but shhhh ignore that for this post.

what i am trying to say here is that this would give steve a shit ton of wiggle room which i think he would use to help both the environment and people. paying engineers is expensiveeee especially for qualified, capable ones. i think steve would find deep satisfaction in working either for free or for the bare minimum cost (not that you should - know your worth :) ) and i think that he would actively use his work to call out designs that endanger communities or their environments.

this man knows his local engineering ethics code and WILL call someone out.

Tony Stark - Engineering Physics

when i started writing this section i thought it was going to be the easiest but unfortunately i did in fact have to phone a friend. tony stark is THE engineer so narrowing him down to one discipline felt impossible. my friend suggested engineering physics so i went with that.

the thing is eng phys is THE engineering degree. it is wonderful because you look at almost every thing mech, elec, and comp related (will explain more below) without specializing too greatly. it is also difficult because you don't specialize. for tony stark, who did not have to go into that internship grindset mentality, it would all be net positives.

to make the suit i immediately knew tony needed to have an extremely good knowledge on BOTH electrical (circuitry, coding, wires, magnetism, fun stuff) and mechanical (explained in peter's section!!). i was considering a double major but then was stumped because i love my elec and mech friends but they have no desire to produce a new element and also... creating an arc reactor??? plus AI's??? while likely related to software, it he would have bare minimum had to have had a good computer engineering (kind of how it sounds, engineering related to building and using computers and components of computers, lots of overlap w/ elec) background.

to wield the amount of science knowledge tony stark has an be able to apply it in an engineering context he would either have to be a genius (which like canonically he is so yknow) or take every course offered to engphys students (and some).

i think as a student he would have also enjoyed that not having to specify aspect. i imagine him always in the pursuit of knowledge. yay eng physics!!!

Clint Barton - Materials Engineering

If you've read the reasonings for some of the characters above you have likely thought to yourself "wow, such clear arguments, time must have been put into this" which like yes but also no because for this decision i am going exclusively on vibes.

materials focuses on, well, materials. it looks at both composition and properties (plus how composition effects properties). my friends in matls tell me its pretty research heavy which doesn't really fit with clint, i am aware. but every person i have met from this faculty i am convinced would get along with him.

I KNOW THIS ISN'T GREAT REASONING. i think that engineering would always be second to other things or interests in his life (even when he's a student) but I think the promise of a stable job and the hypothetical applications are really interesting. matls and mech can be surprisingly similar and i think he would find more satisfaction in manipulating materials to better fit his goals than in being stuck within predefined constraints.

plus, imagine creating a new material for like the tensile strength of your bow. incredibly cool

I'm thinking i'll work on doing more of these as i find the time!! i definitely have a few ideas for other characters, i just need to figure out how to articulate my reasonings haha.

if you have any ideas or shared interest in engineering and superheroes please let me know!! i have also been recently into the bat family, as you could probably tell by my reblogs, and am thinking of doing a version with them also!!

[brofightiscancelled]

re: request. I know someone made a fan mv revamp w osomatsu as the leading lady for real the end of hastune miku amv, which I think had the same strange eng translation for that one line ("Why the crazy guys can't watch "now" straight?"). the song suits him in karas brand new world and I keep thinking about the line "It's a foolish task to show love to consumer goods" in regards to that tv scene. sorry obsessed with that comic, it covers themes and metanarrative that I really enjoy

im sorry for my earlier ask! i was off brand and thats on me

YESSSSSS YOU'RE SO RIGHT THIS SONG IS EXTREMELY OSO omg was it this one because i love this one to DEATH i love it soooo much -> https://www.nicovideo.jp/watch/sm32979754 (if it wasn't i want to see the one youre talking about)

disclaimer that i'm using the existing translation as a base but here is my osomatsu-minded take just for you :-) everyone watch this AMV also

The "fun" of the past is overwritten by the "fun" of the present Such is the REGULATION of our world The idiocy of seeking drama on even the final page We grieve the end of this overplayed phenomenon

The adults simply won't leave you alone to do your business in the shadows They'd rather drag you out and shine that spotlight onto you! Then they consume you

A hedonistic commotion As soon as one thing ends, another begins

"You don't even remember that cool cartoon from before, do you?"

Well that's fine, that's just fine It's not like anyone can find any fault in that Why not just savor the moment and enjoy living in the modern age?

Hey, why can't we see you?

Um, well… I think something's wrong with the CRT today, so... probably....

Ahahahaha! The CRT? Ahahahahaha! What the heck, you're so Showa!

U-Um, on another note…. Could you please stop that deafening... metronome? It's so, so loud, and it just won't stop….

No can do.

The "fun" of the past is overwritten by the "fun" of the present Such is the REGULATION of our world Were you to disappear, this world, without batting an eye, would replace you with someone new

From here on out, this place has become the soapbox of the esteemed public All to raise up, to admire, to exalt you! Only to leave you in the end

Oh rotten nostalgia, They jeer and boo that things were better back then

"Why can't those morons face the present?

Well that's no good, that's just no good That's not love, but dependence To show compassion towards consumed goods is nothing but a fool's errand

That looks like fun! Can us old guys join in too?

Sure thing~ Please be aware that condoms are required and hotel fees are paid separately. Fast talkers, please line up in order.

Whaaaa abababa kieeeee! Osomatsu-kun wouldn't say something like that! This is a mischaracterization!

There's nothing out there that can fill an empty heart So, here and now, "I'll forget everything about you."

A hedonistic commotion As soon as one thing ends, another begins

"You don't even remember that cool cartoon from before, do you?"

Well that's fine, that's just fine It's not like anyone can find any fault in that Why not just savor the moment and enjoy living in the modern age?

The songs, the poems, every tale you've spun They don't belong to you, so give them back.

"I'm here to end it- every instance you lied that this would be the last time☆"

We've always been watching this ever-changing world from the distant sidelines "May the world you see at the end be a kind one."

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the word they use for hedonistic (享楽的) here is the exact same word they use to describe oso in official material btw. fun

"The songs, the poems, every tale you've spun" -> poems here almost certainly means "lyrics" in the context of this song but this is my osomatsu translation so i've translated it as poetry. lol

UPDATE: I realize the MV had custom text so i translated those as well. oso's line in the second one is a reference to guidelines when you hire a sex worker

as payment you must now reblog my fanart

[paperconsumption]

just finished a project where i took a page of the japanese translation of howl’s moving castle and translated it back into english w/o looking at the original eng text and it’s got me really interested in seeing how books i like have been translated into japanese. like w/ howls moving castle there are a bunch of small changes to make the humor suit the language more and in murderbot the translator literally invents a personal pronoun for murderbot to use, i assumed they’d default to watashi but they took advantage of jp using so many personal pronouns to depict murderbot’s inhumanness in a way that was impossible in the original language ! and probably covers for untranslatable moments from english that did that!! translation is so cool does anyone else here like translation

[nenupharhein]

Fairy tail goofy hc

Mostly queer, FR/ENG (/créole vite fait genre une phrase)

POV Natsu et Happy :

Lucy becomming more and more buff as she train.

One day Natsu thought he got the concept of gendre but no.

One time Sting try to eat himself bc he was so hungry, bc he can eat what's white.

Erik real name is Eric but he thought it was more swag with a K.

Erza is a tismé sucré des îles sucré au surce carameliser.

Meldy has a jelly fish hair cut.

JELLAL IS TRANSFEM, because she is too cool to be a man, so erza is a lesbian !!!!!!!

T4T GRUVIA

Natsu is poc and Zeleph is white as an ass

Mavis speak creole, bc she's from Tenro

Jubia got mommy issues (i will explain later)

Erza is buff lika Patty on tiktok.

The girl and girlies got an MMA club (the sport not the assurance)

Readers do art therapy on demand

Macbeth is non-binary. They never got over the closure of skyblog. Mira give them her old wardrobe and Luxus his old CD.

Erik is immunized to every poison but he's lactos intolerant that dumbass

Lucy got a carabiner for her keys bravo les lesbiennes

Crime Sorcière became a registred guild and with the help of the concil then try to reinsert crimminals to society (i will explan later)

Cana is from the south of France, le pastis o con putaing

Bacus is from Bretagne, BREIZH DA VIKEN

Zoro from one piece is vendéen

Makarof the first time he saw Natsu eating fire : Ti marmail la la baise la science (the expression is from my mother idk)

Gadjeel eats his own piercings when he is hungry

Lisana have been influence by edo-Lucy, so is now roasting the shit out of everyone. Her favorit sentance is : elle comme ou quoi cette pute ?

(Sorry for the last one, that was a french meme. Sorry for my frenchness)

Reby and Mirajane host a podcast and invite the guild members, and some time other guild. (Once they had crime sorcière as guest , and they get the council au cul) (for the defense of crime sorcière, they thought it was a podcast for fairy tail members only)

Macbeth is a huge fan of Mozart l'opéra rock, their favorite song is "L'assassymphonie"

Gadjeel has the certificate (or whatever it is) to pierced people, but only Reby can get free piercing.

So Reby got a navel piercing, and some on her ears

Erza a a scar on the right eye (the one she cover), because action has consequences and healing everything without scars is boring. Or if not a scar she can't see with the fake eye or something. At least she can never cry from that eye again.

She has also a scars burn on her arms since she stopped the fight between Nastu and Grey

Wendy healing magic (or any healing magic i guess) is like an acceleration of the healing or scarring process, so it live scars and stuff.

After Jubia sacrificed herself to save Grey, she get chronic Pain (or something like that, idk i'm not a doctor)

Jubia is bi, when she says "rival in love" when talking about Lucy, she's talking about the rivality between Lucy and Grey. She's in love with both of them. (Jubia also had a crush on Erza, but every girls in ft got a crush on Erza)

Sting il a découvert sa bisexualité a l'envers, il pensait être gay et un jour il a eu un crush sur une meuf (too lazy to translate this one, but it's like the Chevalier de Lorraine in Versailles)

Bisca and Arzak are bi4bi

Erza get actual armor, not the things she has on the anime where she's half-naked most of the time.

And they also have magic clothes that can resist to magic, so they don't finish half-naked

Sting discovered his bisexuality in reverse, he thought he was gay and one day he had a crush on a girl (not lazy anymore)

Yukino and Minerva are dating 🥰💗🎀

I have many hc but i forget the rest. I will do an other post maybe. Maybe focus on a specifique character.

Also I don't know how to use Tumblr so forgive me.

I also can't speak a proper english sorry

💗🌸🎀

[obstinaterixatrix]

also went on a paddle boat with sister, it was fun I haven’t done it in like 7 years. we stopped by a book store, and

1) there’s a physical copy of A Hero in the Demon King’s Castle which was surprising to me because syohei(/inutoki)’s got really off-beat style so I’ve figured they’d be too niche to be licensed, plus it had a dust jacket WITH author/artist bio AND the extra comics on the actual cover… I didn’t get it because I’m not quite ride or die for it, but I am reconsidering because syohei’s art is just really fun. plus it’s just a well-printed book, how often do you see manga printed in eng with dust jackets? I’ll probably reread it and see if I Really Do Want It. if anyone wants a bit of a wacky read with interesting art, give it a look. I actually… really like inutoki & syohei’s other anthology more because I really like the love interest of the main oneshot but it also has one oneshot that’s pretty vicious to the point I’m not sure I’d actually get a physical copy lol

2) speaking of pretty vicious, a physical copy of one of asada nemui’s works was there which I think is pretty cool, her art is sooo interesting to look at. it’s not as crazy as syohei’s, but it just feels… direct? impactful? just an appealing style. I wouldn’t buy a physical copy of that one, but I’d get one of sleeping dead… I’d consider getting the anthology but she really paired two of my favorite oneshots while having the main story have My Hardline Exclusion Criteria 😞 I’d get the other anthology tho, no hard no’s in that one. where was I going with this? well, if you like strange morose rancid toxic romances, definitely look up asada nemui and also a list of content warnings

3) on that note, it made sense to list manga alphabetically by title back when it’d take up a single shelf max, but I think book stores really need to rethink manga shelving, especially since more bl with smut/het with smut/yuri with smut is getting licensed and distributed

3a) by the way there were quite a few yuri titles, which is a cool change! I already had the one I liked

3b) buy ‘5 seconds before a witch falls in love’ it’s so good. I LOVE the main story. I am lukewarm on the other oneshot. the main story is SOOOO fun, zeniko sumiya has kind of a more shounen-esque art style and she usually draws bl so you need to treasure her fun & dumb witch/witch hunter shenanigans

3c) I mistyped shenanigans as shenanigals lmao that kinda fits still

3a) and the other ~15 I’ve read and dropped because I wasn’t interested in them (I showed sister the cover of SHWD—like, I also want muscular women but I cannot get over some of the anatomy, those are beach balls attached to her chest? like it’s not the aesthetic of Anime Titty Jiggle Physics but I really cannot get over it) but I’m glad there’s more yuri. mostly. I hate that the gamer one is there, the art and writing is so weirdly uncomfortably… H for something that is a SFW slice of life, and I didn’t like a few of the other series that sister pointed out because they were really. too long with not enough sense of direction/momentum to have satisfying character/relationship progression. BUT IT’S GOOD THAT MORE YURI IS BEING LICENSED.

3) anyway I was thinking that there should probably be more a delineation between either genres or age of audience, but at the same time, that’s tricky—having an 18+ section could make it uncomfortable for folks who enjoy being able to browse without a glaring neon sign that indicates they’re looking at smut, dividing by genre can make it tough for folks who want to take a look at gay romances/lgbtq autobio more surreptitiously,

3d) well, I would imagine it’s less of a huge deal now than it was ~15 years ago, but homophobia still is a thing

3) so in the end I have no defined conclusion to my thoughts on manga shelving in english-speaking countries

4) I saw several copies of nagisa furuya’s works! I might go back for number call, that was the first one of hers I’ve read and it’s really cute. I was telling sister, this might sound bad but I like how… standard her art & writing is, it’s very clean and pleasant, her low(ish)-stakes slice of life fluff is really good. also nice to have sfw options for introducing folks to bl

5) this is completely unrelated to this bookstore trip but a couple of weeks ago I saw an m/f romance and was like. do I know this artist from bl??? but I looked up the artist and didn’t see anything I would recognize, it’s just… the way older men is drawn is so…

5) like I know I’m stupid biased because I read an inadvisable amount of bl but he looks like a guy straight out of my miserable office worker bls. I feel like I should know him from bl. I guess I just forget that m/f fans also like older men because all the josei romances I’m involuntarily exposed to are very (…) Like That

5a) mangaplanet REALLY needs to reorganize its genre divisions. hardcore josei smut shouldn’t be lumped with shoujo. hentai should not be lumped with shounen. guys what is going on there

5) but I’ve been thinking of reading it because even by style alone it looks like it’ll at least be unique m/f (though, if I’m gonna read m/f, my preference would be for a miserable older office lady and kinda punk-ish younger guy, but oh well…) it’s just, the cognitive dissonance of squinting at this guy and being like. you belong in a bl.

6) I need to get back out of the habit of reading bls to pass out at 2am 😔 for a while I finally dragged myself back to sleeping at 1am with my baby leash (screen lock) but I’m back in my bad habits. I could at least look at the unhinged horror m/f racher’s been begging me to read just to diversify what I’m pouring into my brain. oh, also sister gave me night is short walk on girl to read and the writer really did deserve all his awards, his character voice is extremely arresting

[systematicallycapricious]

I'm a bit late to the party, but I recently got the first volume of the English P4U2 manga!

I am absolutely geeking out over comparing the Jap, Eng, and fan-Eng versions, so if anyone has any pages or panels they want to see side-by-side across the three, let me know and I'll make a post for you! I can't do the entirety of the book of course, but I can do a few pages at least.

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(Below the cut is my initial opinion on the quality of the translation work, some comparisons between various details of the Jap volume and the Eng volume, and some more manga page side-by-sides.)

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As for my impression of the translation work so far... To me, it feels like the translator was trying to preserve more of the original Japanese language/culture than Eng-P4AU chose to? Not in every instance though, as there's definitely cases where vernacular translations are utilized instead of literal. But where more literal translations are favored, the wording can feel a little awkward or OOC in English.

Even still, it's a pretty cohesive reading experience, in my opinion.

Also, they translated "Plume of Dusk" correctly, which is a relief. I was worried that some of the technical lore terms might get bungled by literal translations, lol. Conversely, while I'm glad that they didn't preserve Jap-Teddie's "-kuma" habit, and happy that they included a few bear puns in accordance to Eng-Teddie's speech habits, I do lament the low quantity and diversity of bear puns in Teddie's speech overall. Maybe there just wasn't a lot of good places for those in this volume though, so I'll have to see going forth.

Oh- and I noticed that some of the background signs and text got translations as well, which I think is really neat. (I don't read enough manga to know if that's just a standard feature of manga translations though, lol.)

Granted, this is just my first-read first impression, and I don't know enough Japanese to know if some lines may be translated less accurately or not. Plus, I tend to be on the lenient side when judging the quality of creative works. So please refer to other opinions as well if you're trying to decide the quality of the translation for yourself!

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Fun fact: the Eng version was printed bigger than the Jap version (at least for the Jap volumes I have; no clue if they printed those at multiple sizes).

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Also something cool about the Eng version is that it comes with the same color illustrations as the Jap version had, just sized-up. The exclusive edition also comes with a bonus fold-out poster of the original volume cover!

The end-of-volume artist/editor comic was included as well! I'm personally very glad to finally know what this comic says. My respect for Rokuro-san and Sakamaguro-san (the fish) as creatives has grown even further.

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Here's a few other page comparisons too because I found them interesting. xP

(If you wanna see the fan-Eng in higher quality than the screengrabs I used, you can find it on Mangadex [here].)

[asterclaw]

You guys wanna hear abt an AU UTMV without any pictures or whatever...? Cool! Stay tuned then! BEFORE YOU GO In this MV Nightmare gets killed and reincarnated, Blue prefers Dust and Horror to the Stars, and Killer ran away from a mental hospital <3 Hope that was enough to encourage you to read this post. This MV is not completed yet and I would appreciate any suggestions :p

So, everything starts as it usually does - the lack of the balance in the MV. The negativity here overdrives the positivity, getting the Star Sanses, mainly Ink and Dream, to wonder how they could fix it. The solution they came up with is simple: a reset of Dreamtale. The issue is - Dreamtale cannot be reset. What else is there then? Might not seem obvious to you, but, technically speaking, you could just erase Dreamtale as a whole and then wait for it to recreate, getting Nightmare to his initial state.

So Ink and Dream, not involving Blue, as he certainly would deem that a little immoral, decide to lure the bad guys to a battle there, a battle that would include Error as well, giving the Stars access to the code. Why the code? Why, of course to pour solvent right onto it!

When such a battle actually happens, Dream and Nightmare get dissolved (painfully :) at least mentally painfully-). Aaaand the same goes for Ink as he was accidentally affected by the solvent. As the world gradually disappears, everyone tries to get away as quickly as possible. Error accidentally pulls out some not yet dissolved fragments of the Dreamtale code to the Anti-Void. It shapes them into Saturn and Venice (I might change the names later-) - the new Guardians of Emotions - basically the only thing that kept this MV from shattering completely, as it suddenly lost its Protector/Creator and the previous Guardians in the same day.

The bad guys, that is, two of them, are assigned to a mental clinic, with Color as one of its psychologists :) The ones assigned there are Dust and Killer. The latter one runs away, whilst the former actually gets his medical treatment and even kind of becomes "healthier". Together, Dust and Horror then take care of Blue, whose scarred for life and try to help those in need. (That doesn't line up with what Dust's character is all about? Oh well, haha, in my i n t e r p r e t a t i o n, Dust is much, much more of a confused than a bloodlusty fella - he murders others out of "mercy", wanting them to not suffer the resets. His schizophrenia encourages him in this. And, yes, I made changes to all the chars' characters (except Cross cuz I got literally no idea what do I do with him-).)

Meanwhile, Dreamtale is actually "reset". Nightmare wakes up the day, khm, my interpretation, when he decided to eat the apple out of his suicidal wishes, so, when he was cca 14. Dream, trying to keep brother near, kind of "locks him up" in the house or wherever they live- (I just understood that I never wondered that-) Nightmare, certainly unhappy with such a decision aaaand with a lot of responsibility and guilt to deal... Decides to just ran away from all his problems. And so he does. There, in some not too popular nor too unpopular, quite negative AU (haven't decided what AU quite honestly-), he meets Killer and...

Aaaaaand that's it! I haven't covered all the material (by that I mean the characters and their attitudes to each other) but that is already waaaay too frigging much text- I am quite unsure what exactly could happen after them meeting (except maybe some problems with the new Guardians), so, if anyone's interested, I'm all for suggestions! The same goes for Cross, who's just- I have no idea what to do with him quite honestly.

Anyways, thanks for your attention and I apologize for all the grammar mistakes (eng is not my first lang)

See ya later, baiiii~

Ах да, и здесь Дрима с Инком зовут не звездной, а звезданутой двоицей))

[gabyeditsdetudoofc123]

This is an english N portuguese version of a chester × reader adventure 😃😮‍💨

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Eng:

The hidden temple

You had always heard rumors of a hidden temple deep within the Brawl Stars universe. Legends spoke of its ancient secrets and powerful artifacts. Today, you were determined to uncover its mysteries with Chester, the unpredictable and witty jester.

The journey began at dawn. The entrance to the hidden temple was located in a dense jungle, its path obscured by thick vegetation and winding trails.

"Ready to find some ancient treasure?" Chester asked, his eyes twinkling with excitement.

"Absolutely," you replied, adjusting your gear. "Let's go."

As you made your way through the jungle, the air was filled with the sounds of exotic birds and distant animal calls. Chester, ever the entertainer, mimicked the sounds, making you laugh despite the daunting task ahead.

After hours of trekking, you finally reached the entrance of the temple, hidden behind a waterfall. The cool mist from the water was refreshing after the long hike.

"This is it," you said, staring at the ancient stone doorway covered in moss.

"Let's see what's inside," Chester said, pushing the heavy door open with a dramatic flourish.

Inside, the temple was dark and filled with the scent of ancient stone and earth. You lit a torch, casting flickering light on the walls adorned with intricate carvings and mysterious symbols.

"Looks like a puzzle," Chester observed, examining a series of tiles on the floor.

You nodded, studying the symbols. "We need to step on the right tiles to avoid the traps."

Together, you deciphered the pattern, stepping carefully from tile to tile. With Chester's agility and your keen eye for detail, you managed to navigate the puzzle without triggering any traps.

At the end of the passage, you found a grand chamber filled with treasures: golden artifacts, sparkling jewels, and ancient relics. In the center was a pedestal holding a glowing crystal.

"This must be it," you whispered, stepping forward to examine the crystal.

As you reached for it, the ground began to tremble, and the temple walls shook. Chester grabbed your arm. "We need to get out of here, now!"

You quickly secured the crystal and raced back through the temple, dodging falling debris and avoiding traps that had been activated. Chester's laughter echoed as he made light of the situation, turning the escape into a thrilling adventure.

Bursting out of the temple, you both collapsed on the ground, catching your breath. The jungle was quiet again, the danger left behind.

"We did it," you said, holding up the glowing crystal.

"Another successful adventure," Chester replied with a grin. "Ready for the next one?"

"Always," you answered, knowing that with Chester by your side, there would always be more exciting adventures to come.

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Port:

O templo escondido

Você sempre ouviu rumores sobre um templo escondido nas profundezas do universo de Brawl Stars. As lendas falavam de seus segredos antigos e artefatos poderosos. Hoje, você estava determinado a desvendar seus mistérios com Chester, o bufão imprevisível e espirituoso.

A jornada começou ao amanhecer. A entrada para o templo escondido estava localizada em uma selva densa, seu caminho obscurecido por vegetação espessa e trilhas sinuosas.

"Pronto para encontrar algum tesouro antigo?" Chester perguntou, seus olhos brilhando de excitação.

"Com certeza," você respondeu, ajustando seu equipamento. "Vamos lá."

Enquanto você avançava pela selva, o ar estava cheio dos sons de pássaros exóticos e chamados distantes de animais. Chester, sempre o entretenedor, imitou os sons, fazendo você rir apesar da tarefa assustadora à frente.

Depois de horas de caminhada, você finalmente chegou à entrada do templo, escondida atrás de uma cachoeira. A névoa fria da água era revigorante após a longa caminhada.

"É aqui," você disse, olhando para a antiga porta de pedra coberta de musgo.

"Vamos ver o que tem dentro," Chester disse, empurrando a porta pesada com um floreio dramático.

Por dentro, o templo era escuro e cheio do cheiro de pedra antiga e terra. Você acendeu uma tocha, lançando uma luz tremeluzente nas paredes adornadas com entalhes intrincados e símbolos misteriosos.

"Parece um quebra-cabeça," Chester observou, examinando uma série de azulejos no chão.

Você assentiu, estudando os símbolos. "Precisamos pisar nos azulejos certos para evitar as armadilhas."

Juntos, vocês decifraram o padrão, pisando cuidadosamente de azulejo em azulejo. Com a agilidade de Chester e seu olhar atento para detalhes, vocês conseguiram navegar pelo quebra-cabeça sem acionar nenhuma armadilha.

No final da passagem, você encontrou uma grande câmara cheia de tesouros: artefatos dourados, jóias brilhantes e relíquias antigas. No centro, havia um pedestal segurando um cristal brilhante.

"Isso deve ser," você sussurrou, avançando para examinar o cristal.

Quando você estendeu a mão para pegá-lo, o chão começou a tremer e as paredes do templo sacudiram. Chester agarrou seu braço. "Precisamos sair daqui, agora!"

Você rapidamente segurou o cristal e correu de volta pelo templo, desviando de escombros caindo e evitando armadilhas que foram ativadas. O riso de Chester ecoou enquanto ele fazia piada da situação, transformando a fuga em uma aventura emocionante.

Saindo do templo, vocês dois desabaram no chão, recuperando o fôlego. A selva estava quieta novamente, o perigo deixado para trás.

"Nós conseguimos," você disse, levantando o cristal brilhante.

"Outra aventura bem-sucedida," Chester respondeu com um sorriso. "Pronto para a próxima?"

"Sempre," você respondeu, sabendo que com Chester ao seu lado, sempre haveria mais aventuras emocionantes por vir.