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unabashegirl · 9 months ago

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Enticing 46 — Harry Styles CEO

Summary: Harry is a young billionaire and CEO of his own company. He mostly keeps to himself, he is stern and very meticulous when it comes to business. He also likes to keep his personal life very private for the sake of his newly born son Oliver Styles. It isn't until he meets Y/N Y/L/N that everything changes. She becomes his new nanny after his previous one quits due to personal reasons. She is young, caring, and sweet. Will they ignore their feelings? Will Harry's girlfriend accept their love and leave them? Will she be able to cope with his busy agenda? What about Oliver's mother? Where is she? Who is she?

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"Do you think it's a girl or a boy?" Y/N inquired as Harry gently brushed his fingers across her bump. They were seated at a cozy Italian restaurant conveniently located near both of their offices, having planned to share a lunch together.

"I'm hoping for a girl," Harry admitted, expressing his desire to have both a son and a daughter, just like he and Allison. He recognized the joy of having a sister, and he believed that Oliver would relish the companionship and growing up together. "But if it's not, that's perfectly fine too," he quickly added, not wanting his words to be misconstrued. Harry was genuinely excited this time. He felt blessed to be involved in every aspect of the pregnancy.

"I don't mind either way. I'm honestly not sure," Y/N replied with a slight frown before picking up her fork to savor the carbonara pasta before her.

"Speaking of the baby, we'll need to start getting everything ready," Harry noted.

"I'm sure we won't need that much stuff. We can use Oliver's things," Y/N suggested, assuming Harry had saved all of Oliver's newborn essentials.

Harry's expression shifted to one of confusion. "I mean, you kept all of Oliver's newborn stuff, right?" she inquired.

Harry smiled at her and looked down at his food, feeling a pang of guilt. He hadn't retained any of it; the majority had been donated. He hadn't anticipated having another child.

"That's absurd," she remarked, rolling her eyes at him.

"I donated it! It's not like I threw everything away, darlin'," Harry replied, his smile wistful as he took a sip of his wine. He had reservations about drinking in front of Y/N, but she had insisted, essentially making him share the moment. "When's your next doctor's appointment?"

"It's later this week," Y/N shared, her anticipation building. Perhaps they would find out the baby's sex this time. She hoped the baby would be more cooperative during the ultrasound. "Can you make it?"

"I'll make time. Wouldn't miss it," Harry assured her, reaching out to hold her hand and tenderly kissing the top of it.

"Is Allison mad at me?" Y/N asked bluntly, her thoughts consumed by the question over the past two days since Allison's departure. She knew she had stepped in when it wasn't her place, but Allison's disrespect toward Harry had pushed her to speak up.

"No, darlin'," Harry reassured her. "I think she realized she went a little too far." Y/N couldn't quite understand, but she suddenly found herself in tears. Sometimes, the weight of it all felt like too much. She had an aversion to conflict and despised making Harry feel bad, so she often kept her concerns close, not wanting to be a burden or cause him any distress.

"Oh, darlin'," Harry sighed, his heart aching at the sight of her tears. He was accustomed to her joyful smile, making the contrast all the more poignant. "Everything is alright. She's not angry or anything. Maybe she was just taken aback by everything. Would you like me to talk to her so she can apologize?"

Y/N shook her head, big tears streaming down her face. "No, don't. I'll just make it worse," she pleaded. "It might just be the hormones," she added with a self-aware nod, realizing how silly it all sounded. Harry gently wiped away her tears.

"You're just feeling a bit sensitive today, and that's perfectly fine," Harry assured her. "How about if I finish work earlier than usual today, and we spend the evening watching movies and indulging in some comfort food at home? Will that make you feel better?"

Y/N nodded enthusiastically through her tears, a soft laugh escaping her. Harry empathized with her, unable to fathom the challenges of pregnancy. All he wanted was for her to be as comfortable as possible. Despite his reluctance to leave work early, this time he was determined to do so, as she needed him.

After their lunch, Y/N and Harry returned to their respective offices, each with their own set of responsibilities. Y/N had an important meeting scheduled with William and some potential investors. She needed to pitch a significant deal to them and had meticulously prepared her proposal, backed by data confirming it was a worthwhile investment. She felt a mix of nervousness and excitement about showcasing her potential.

On the other hand, Harry had his hands full with various external issues to address. He had to meet with his associates in London, as their construction project had encountered several setbacks, including permit issues. Harry was sincerely hoping he wouldn't have to travel for this matter.

"What's going on, Thomas? I need some good news," Harry said, leaning forward in his chair. "What's happening with the construction crew?"

Thomas had been incessantly calling Harry over the past few days, reporting that construction had slowed down due to heavy rain in London. An unfortunate incident had occurred where a worker accidentally damaged a gas pipeline, necessitating a call to the fire department. The pipeline was temporarily sealed, suspending the gas supply to the building. This, in turn, delayed the laying of the concrete foundation and pushed back the permits by about a month.

Thomas was visibly anxious, fearing that Harry might reprimand him severely. He had always been meticulous in overseeing the workers, and Harry appreciated his attention to detail. However, this time, a momentary lapse in attention had led to a major issue.

Harry let out a deep exhale, running his fingers through his hair. He was growing weary of the challenges that came with the expansion project and simply wished it would be completed.

"I'm surprised, Thomas," Harry began. "How much is this going to cost us?"

"I'm truly sorry, Mr. Styles," Thomas apologized sincerely, and Harry could sense his genuine regret. It was the first time he had encountered a problem with Thomas in charge of construction. While it wasn't entirely his fault, he was the one responsible and had to bear the blame in front of the boss. "It won't happen again. I swear."

"I understand, Thomas. Everyone makes mistakes, and I was genuinely surprised that it hadn't happened sooner after all these years of working for me," Harry reassured him with a smile. "Sometimes, situations get out of our control. Now, tell me the cost so we can get it resolved."

Thomas proceeded to share the detailed cost estimates he had prepared for the meeting, relieved that Harry hadn't reacted with anger and fired him.

As the day transitioned into evening, the sky grew darker and colder, and the first drops of rain began to fall from the gray heavens. Harry parked his car in front of the apartment building and scrolled through the menu of a restaurant he wanted to try, all the while eagerly anticipating a cozy evening in pajamas, cuddling with Y/N.

"Y/N? I'm home!" Harry called out as he entered the apartment. He noticed Mrs. Johnson, their housekeeper, looking weary and troubled. Concerned, he inquired, "What's going on?"

"I tried, Mr. Styles, but he was very persistent," Mrs. Johnson replied, her voice lowered. "He basically let himself in," she whispered, nodding toward the office.

Determined and already angered that someone had upset Mrs. Johnson, Harry made his way into the office, only to find his father and mother inside. His father stood by the window with his hands in his pockets, while his mother sat on the couch, elegantly dressed in Chanel, with her ankles crossed.

"Does no one in this family respect privacy?" Harry blurted out, startling both of his parents. "First Allison, and now both of you?"

"That's no way to talk to your parents, Harry," Mrs. Styles chided, setting down a cup of tea that Mrs. Johnson had prepared for her after some disagreement. "It's good to see you."

"Why are you here? Did Allison spill the beans already?" Harry questioned, his frustration evident as he hurriedly untied his tie.

"She might have mentioned that your girlfriend is pregnant," Mr. Styles replied, his gaze intense. "So?"

"It's just very surprising. Is this really what you want, Harry? To have another child? To add more responsibility to the already intense load you carry?" Harry was taken aback. He felt betrayed by his own mother, as he had always considered her an innocent angel caught in a challenging relationship. Suddenly, his father seemed to have influenced her. "Because I'm sure your father and I can do something to fix this situation."

In response, Harry silently made his way to the small bar in his office and began pouring himself a glass of whiskey on the rocks. He was beyond angry.

"You don't have to stay with her, son," Mr. Styles finally spoke, his words laden with implication.

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hope-you-brought-kneepads-bitch · 4 months ago

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Agatha all along spoilers

Okay okay sure

First off! I’ve seen people on Twitter already going mad but I think I need people to understand, this show was never targeted at a specific lesbian ending, yes! Very queer show and of course lots of Agathario but Rio is death, I always thought a kiss of death would happen because otherwise we’re being silly with ourselves it’s not queer baiting and it’s not helpful to be mad because marvel wont want to do things like this again if we start getting angry, the cast and crew were so proud of this and we should be too (we can vent a little and I plan too but I won’t tag actors or creators because I’m not weird)

But! I will say dying for Billy (technically I know she did because of Nicky because Billy got into her mind like a loser and a bitch and she wanted to redeem herself or whatever) is a bit strange I guess I get people saying ‘oh well of course lesbians get screwed over’ but you know for a marvel show to have actual canon lesbians who are kissing, yeah it’s scraping a barrel but if it’s received well I have no doubt they’ll do it again, I mean in the comics agatha gets resurrected and who’s to say that won’t happen? Anyway I’m ranting and yeah a little sad about the ending because it does feel like the killing eve ending but! Let’s get into the two episodes

Alice! My love, my baby I’m so sorry! Rio was right you died doing your job as a protection witch but it still hurts! I hope the afterlife is good to you and treats you well I love you 🥰

Jen! My beloved you did it! You got your powers back, I can’t believe agatha bound her that’s so funny and messed up! God agatha were you that low on cash???

“He’s an abomination” Damn right Rio get him!

Also the change in agatha a little about not wanting to see Rio when she died like yeah it’s a quick change but I think it’s Agatha putting her shields back up, she does want Rio back she definitely does but also it’s like ‘oh actually I’m putting my guard back up because I’m scared and you did something that hurt me’ (she is my scar!)

Rio being pissed off that agatha doesn’t want her and that she loves it when she’s like this unfortunately ladies this foreplay went a little too far and got ruined by a man (fucking typical) them basically flirting through their whole fight was great too

Also going back to episode 1 where Rio said ‘so take my power’ and Agatha replied ‘cute, but you know that would kill me’ BECAUSE SHE HAD TO KISS HER TO TAKE HER POWER! Did I get it right? Pretty sure I did so I declare that in their private moments agatha never kissed Rio but just started at her neck so not to accidentally kill herself during sex (dramatic lesbians)

Also in ep 4 when Agatha tries kissing Rio but then Rio stops her, I have a depressing feeling that Agatha was so upset at being reminded of what happened to her son she was willing to take the kiss of death I guess? Or maybe Rio can control stuff like that and kiss Agatha fine if she holds her power in but thinking she’s death I think it’s the first one

Rio cutting the road and stepping through I’m not gonna lie I was shocked! I gasped guys and I don’t do that often like obviously they knew was fake but I didn’t I love just thinking about Rio stepping in and out of the road but also where is the ‘road’? Is it just Agatha’s house? Have they been walking around in circles this whole time, god the citizens of westview may need to start looking for other places to live

The Salem era! I loved it (I do want more backstory but I think we’ll get some interviews explaining it so that’ll be fun) ‘born from scratch’ beautiful line Rio turning up I was like ‘oh daddy’s here to help with the birth’ then I quickly remembered she’s death and agatha begging not to take him and then I realised daddy isn’t here to stay for good reasons (like most dads)

Little Nicky was adorable! Such a cute kid and helping his mother trick witches? Putting him to work agatha, I like it! Start them early I say

Also they created the balled! So cute and heartbreaking since Agatha had to sing it all the time when killing these witches constantly being reminded of her son

Also her killing everyday then the one night she doesn’t rio takes their son??? God Rio give her a fucking day don’t you have like billions of other souls to take?? Just walk very slowly 🙄

Billy carrying the trauma of killing three (that’s right I count Sharon too!) witches because he created the road makes the ending worth it actually (not by much) because he has to suffer the consequences and deal with ghost agatha, get recked!

Rio and Agatha will definitely reunite (source: Me) Rio says she hates ghosts but only because she’s death and ghosts probably don’t want to move on, be a bit like trying to round up cats. HER AND AGATHA CAN FINALLY WALK TOGETHER FOR ALL ETERNITY

Anyway I have work in an hour and I’ve been up since 4 it’s now 6 and I’ve slept about 3 hours soooo if this is all ramblings I’ll try to add things later but yeah I loved the last two episodes yeah we could’ve gotten a bit more Agathario but I truly think they didn’t anticipate the overwhelming reception for them (Kathryn and Aubrey did though definitely)

I’m up for any discussion too I love talking about this stuff but works been hectic recently hence why I’m watching the episodes before work because after I’m just knackered but I’m off this weekend so I can reply properly to people

#marvel #mcu #agatha #agathario #agatha all along spoilers #agatha x rio #agatha coven of chaos #agatha all along #agatha harkness #rio vidal #billy maximoff #billy kaplan

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benjis-journey · 5 months ago

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10.12.24 (Day 2)

I started the day angry, bitter, and resentful. I was still so angry about what my mother had said to me yesterday and the way she reacted. As infuriated as I was, I continued to record myself as I took my next dosage of testosterone and hoped for the best. I can't afford to be angry all the time. It wouldn't do me any good. I'd hate to think my mother will take up so much space in these entries. This is meant to be a safe space for me to document my journey. I want things to be happy and positive. I feel bad that I'm always so angry at her, but she should consider treating me better. After all, she has overwhelmingly contributed to why I feel I don't love being trans yet.

A friend told me the other day that he loves being trans. He also told me that it'd likely take me a while to feel that way. I thought what he told me was beautiful and that I couldn't wait to feel the way he does. I couldn't stop thinking about the conversation we had. We spoke for a very long time about the struggles and milestones of transitioning. We spoke about how life had been before it and what it'd be like after. I was enamored with what he shared with me. I felt so connected with him then and I was thrilled to find someone who truly understands how I feel.

To be quite honest, I can't remember the last time I felt so understood and seen. It was like everything in my brain had finally made sense to another person. I'm so glad to have met him. I care about him a lot and he makes me very happy, but I feel awkward telling him that. I think he'll figure that out on his own just fine, though. I hope he knows I like it when he tells me he cares about me. I often wear the giddiest grin I can muster when he does.

I've been thinking a lot about the people who are no longer in my life. Those specifically who I'd love to tell about my transition. I wonder what they'd say, I wonder what they'd think. If we were still friends, would they be happy for me? If we were still dating, would they love me the same? If they were still alive, would they embrace me? I know I can't afford to think about all these people as much as I do, it's been years. But they always find a way to cross my mind like the sneaky devils they are. I miss you all terribly regardless of how you left me or how you've treated me. I have so much to tell you and none of the time or energy to do so.

There are still plenty of people out there I've yet to break the news to. I'm hoping for positive reactions, but I'll understand where I might get negative ones from. Still, I'm holding on to hope. I'm sure once my appearance has changed enough, the conversation will just start itself. I wonder what that'll be like. Will I be confident? Will I be timid? What will their faces look like? What will I look like? I find it baffling how starting my transition has elicited more questions than answers. Things will get better and less confusing, though, as time goes on. They have to... right? —Benjiꕤ

#transgender #trans #trans man #transmasc #testosterone #hrt #transition #inner thoughts #he/him #benji's journey #day 2

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 2 years ago

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Hello, I hope you're doing well today. I have a request if you're up to it.

So I was watching Shrek 2 and I thought it would be funny if you can do a reader who was formally human but married a god (Your Choice) and now became a demi-goddess (idk if that's even possible) and they're living happily. When papa Adam and mama Eve got wind that reader is married, they invite both reader and her god husband to meet them so they can meet her husband (they're not aware reader's husband is a god). Time skip to reader and husband finally arriving to Adam and Eve's home after a long trip, Adam and Eve all smiles upon seeing reader after a long time but Adam's smile instantly drops once seeing reader's husband is a god and finding out reader is now a demi-goddess. Just as you expect Adam is not liking this at all. Fast forward to that awkward dinner scene, the atmosphere is intense. Adam is glaring daggers at god husband and Eve is trying her best to live up the mood by asking god husband questions, trying to get to know him better. However things escalate between Adam and god husband, cue both of them duking it out with the food on the table.

This just came to my mind while watching Shrek and I hope you do this😂, if not then that's fine! I wish you a good day/night! :)

-You hadn’t seen your parents in years, and you were beaming at the thought of hugging them again, after not being home in so long.

-A lot had changed since you last seen them, you had grown to be a beautiful young woman, but you had also turned into a demi-goddess, after marrying (God) when the two of you fell in love.

-(God) smiled softly, seeing you so happy, pressing a kiss to your temple which made you grin up at him before he spoke, “Nervous?”

-A nod was your first answer before verbally responded, “A bit, I’m not sure how they’re going to react with me being married to a god and being a demi-goddess now.”

-He nodded, understanding, your father was a notorious god hater, but for good reason, you were just hoping he would be nice to your husband and see how happy you were with him.

-Your mother was a different story, she was just happy to see you happy, but knew how her husband could be when mad.

-At their home, the front door slammed open and Eve, your mother ran out, “My baby!!!” you ran for her, abandoning your husband as the two of you met in a warm embrace.

-Adam walked out, seeing out and he was quick to embrace you, holding you close before you pulled back, “Mama, Papa, this is my husband, (God)!”

-A record scratch was heard as everything froze, your mother’s eyes going wide and Adam’s eyes instantly narrowing in a harsh glare while you were smiling brightly, silently begging your papa to be nice!

-After helping your mother with dinner, you were praying it was going to be a nice meal; Eve could see how hard you wanted Adam and (God) to get along, just for a bit and admired your determination.

-Eve was more open to the idea, asking (God) simple questions, being polite and (God) relaxed a little bit, answering her and giving her a polite smile, trying to ignore the glares he was getting across the table.

-Twenty minutes later you were in your parent’s bed, with Eve, having just gotten out of the bath, pouting deeply.

-Adam had immediately started making snide comments about (God), angry that you chose a god of all people to marry and wasn’t too happy you were a demi-goddess now. Eve tried to scold him, to get him under control.

-However, (God) didn’t make things better, saying that you were happy with him, and you’ve been happy with him as a demi-goddess.

-It would up dissolving into a massive food fight between the two men, while Eve was yelling and you were sitting there, trying not to cry.

-Showing her intimidating nature for once, Eve quickly got them under control and made the both of them clean up everything, before banishing them to the couches for the evening.

-When you came to her, still upset, she let you sleep in her and Adam’s bed, just like old times, petting your hair, doting on you as you sniffled, “I just wanted them to get along.”

-She patted the top of your head gently, “If they want to make you happy, they will, or else.”

-Downstairs, the two men were sulking, laying across the room from each other, before a shiver went up their spine, telling them a silent threat was lurking.

-The next day you headed home with your husband, you hugged your parents and Eve smiled up at (God), telling him to take care of you, which he promised.

-You were a little surprised when Adam and (God) shook hands, the two saying the same thing, and you thought they were getting along, until you saw the veins in their arms, testing each other’s strength, which made you roll your eyes.

-Once in the carriage home, you leaned your head on your husband’s shoulder, “It was nice to see them, and there wasn’t too much in damage.” He chuckled softly, pecking your head gently, but silently hoped you wouldn’t be visiting for a little while at least.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror adam #ror eve

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bored-storyteller · 1 year ago

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VERY LONG POST

It was supposed to be a little rant about Twisted Wonderland, it became a treatise (no, but almost):

So, I love the Diasomnia book. It's soooo good (also considering the type of game).

Lilia is enchanting me, Meleanor (or Malenoa) has enchanted me. She couldn't be more beautiful than this. We've seen her so little and yet in my opinion she is one of the most successful characters in Twisted Wonderland. She is the summary of what Twisted Wonderland should be, the dark side that reconciles with unconditional love. And with her being mother she introduces the concept which is the basis of Lilia and Silver (and also Malleus I presume), that is the concept of "true love". It's a blow to the heart, it's the key to development that can completely change things.

Ah, but then you know how to do things well.

And here comes my complaint: I start directly from the game first. I understand that Diasomnia is the main dorm and that Malleus (where are you Malleus?) is our front man. All right. But if they can do something like that now, then they could do at least half of this for the other characters too. Did they do it? Obviously not, or at least not for the most part. No, because if the other media have to come and explain to us the underlying reasons for the other Overblots then something is wrong. If to understand what the guys who are alongside us are doing and what they think I have to read the novel then yes, I get a little angry. Because they knows how to do things for heaven's sake.

Mind you, I'm not saying that Diasomnia can't have more screentime (also because they're giving us information on world building and who says anything), I'm simply talking about good writing and commitment to the characters that have been created. Also because there are already problems of opinion, if the writing is lascivious and incomprehensible, well, see you!

And here's the second point. I don't usually make posts like this, but this comes following a post I saw (I won't say how or where), where there was a clear devaluation of the other chapters and character issues in favor of Diasomnia. So, as much as can be forgivable addressing imaginary characters in a certain way (yes, they are all invented, they have neither merits nor demerits for being what they are, only the tragedy of being written badly in some cases), the treating some topics such as those of Riddle, or Azul or Jamil lightly or insensitively is questionable to say the least. And it can be offensive.

Just as I'm tired of hearing that Leona's problem is "jealousy". No, and even if the writing of the Savanaclaw arc (let alone the translation) doesn't help, no. He's not just jealous, just as Vil isn't just jealous. But I'm not here to do psychological analysis of characters that probably some wouldn't even understand.

You may not understand, yes, we have the right to not understand (especially, I repeat, given the weaknesses that are in the game). Fine, but it's our limit and we keep our head down and we keep quiet, or ask for things to be explained to us. There is no need to devalue, insult or mock the characters, because those characters are loved by someone, and there is a reason they are chosen. Revelation: no, if you like something you don't do it any good by devaluing the rest, but rather you throw that thing in the mud too. I'm not just talking about Twisted Wonderland, I'm also talking about your favorite author, your book or your anime character.

Guys, it's a matter of respect, you are not superior to anyone, and you are few. Come on, we are together, everyone waves their flag but high fives with those who are next to you.

This post has become very long, so I'm closing it, if anyone has something to dispute please, with all due respect.

Have a good day!

P.s. Sorry if I put this post here, I would like to put it on my personal blog but I haven't yet found the will to solve the access problems. I hope you forgive me.

#twisted wonderland #leona kingscholar #malleus draconia #vil schoenheit #jamil viper #azul ashengrotto #idia shroud #riddle rosehearts #diasomnia #heartslabyul #savanaclaw #pomefiore #ignihyde #octavinelle #scarabia #kalim al asim #I will never make a post like this again #i'm just annoyed #now I want to write for Leona but I don't know what

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v3nusxsky · 2 years ago

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⚡Hello there!👋⚡

How are you doing today darling?

I hope you are fine and if not, here some love and sparkles: 💖✨♥️✨💖✨♥️💞✨✨❤️💖✨💞💕

I was wondering if I could request a Lady Lesso x f!reader. With reader looking a lot like Rafal which makes Leo unsettled and angry (as she thinks r is just like him and isn't as sweet as she pretends). So Lesso acts mean and cold towards r who just trying to be nice causing her to lose it and just yell at her that she is a jerk and confessing in the process her feelings for her along with how self-conscious she is about her appearance. So something angsty but fluffy at the end

Sorry for the long request, it's always a good moment whenever I see you published something. Your works is amazing! 💕

Have a good evening/night/day/afternoon!!

Lots of love ❤️

-🌙✨

Him| Angst/H&C

*Authors note~ you all know I had to hit this with some *personal* daddy issues of my own. My lovely moon anon I hope this fore fills the request*

Trigger warnings~ daddy issues? Idk man angst is real here

Prompt~see ask^^^^^

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You were not surprised when you landed in the school for evil. I mean look at your sperm donor, it all made sense that your bloodline would lead you here. But if there was one thing you prided yourself on, it was being the polar opposite to him. It was something you'd made sure of, anytime you were related to him you'd feel so disappointed in yourself. Just because he gave you half your DNA didn't mean you had to be like him. You were you. You are own person and he wasn't taking that away from you. Or was he?

You were just you, no pretending to be anyone you weren't, yet the Dean of the school seemed to hate you. She was unnecessarily harsh to you, her anger flared at you and for some reason no matter how hard you tried to be good - a weird concept for a never- she seemed to find ways to pick at you. It was borderline ridiculous at this point. You'd seen more of the Doom room than your own dorm, and it was starting to wear on your nerves. Your peers noticing the treatment and teasing you on how you seemed to just piss her off that much. She hated you just by looking at you.

Truly, that hurt, you'd always been so insecure about your looks. You hated that you had most of your facial features in resemblance to him, you wished to look more like your mother. But you can't change that. So you worked on making yourself different to him. But here and now Leonora Lesso was making that extremely difficult, she was making you feel so many negative emotions that bottling them up wasn't an option. The final straw came when you were dragged to the Doom room for what felt like the hundredth time this week.

"You" she sneered as she came strutting forward towards you. "No you!" You roared wondering where the sudden burst of confidence came from. "I'm tired of this! What did I ever do to you? Why do you hate me so fucking much? Don't tell me you don't because this", you gestured around the room, "says otherwise Lesso. So what the fuck is your problem" you finished off panting from the rant before you realised what had happened. You crouched down into a corner and sobbed, ignoring the other women as you were drawn into your own mind. Thoughts spiralling round your mind.

"Bad. Don't wanna be him. Fuck so stupid. Need to be better. Don't want to be him. Need to be me. Not him." You muttered over and over as you rocked yourself slightly. There in that moment Lesso saw her error, yet she didn't dare say anything. What if this was a trick? Just like he would do? She couldn't let her guard down yet. It was too much of a risk.

Some time later you'd managed to soothe yourself enough for you to stand up. "You know for someone who's so fucking gorgeous you can be a real asshole. I don't understand why I want you to like me so bad. It's clear you hate me, yet I seem to be drawn to you. It's frustrating. I mean I know I'm ugly, I know who I come from. I know I'm not the smartest or the meanest Never in the school. I know I have no real value to you but all I seem to want is for you to like me" you admitted with a slight blush. Truly you didn't understand why you were seeking her approval but you were.

"Rafal he is your father?" She muttered and you visibly cowered away. "Sperm donor yes, he's nothing to me" you made sure there was no room for arguments. "I know what he did Leo, he's a bastard for hurting you that way, the same way he hurt us" trailed off not realising what your just admitted to the older woman. "I'm nothing like him Leo, just give me a chance" you whimpered slightly the silence scaring you until she scooped you into a bone crushing hug. "I'm so so sorry sweetheart. Truly I never meant to hurt you I was just scared. I promise from now on a clean slate okay?" Causing you to nod into her shoulder, just soaking in the embrace she was offering.

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#anon answered #v3nusxsky answers #fanfic #lady lesso #sfgae #leonora lesso #lady lesso x reader #lesso x reader #lady leonora lesso #lady lesso x you #leonora lesso x reader #dean of evil #anon requested

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babeyun · 2 months ago

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Dear babeyun,

Falling Alone had me crying. I am a fan of angst but this time, I felt it. I was so immersed in the story due to your impeccable storytelling skills that I could feel that hurt, that unsettling pain and sorrow in the pit of my stomach. My eyes welled up so many times and I cried a lot. I relate to Y/N a lot and felt this story on a personal level. The career stagnation and having to restart, giving and giving too much and yet feeling like you're having to beg for love, the conflict with her mother; it's all so relatable.

When Y/N says, "I like that even when I don't feel loved by you, you wouldn't survive without me. In lieu of me, who?" and later during the shower scene Heeseung says, "It's only ever been you for me. I've never once thought back to when we started dating and thought that I'd would’ve been better off with anyone else. I've never wanted anyone that isn't you, and I think that is equally as beautiful as it is terrifying. In lieu of you, who? I'd have no first love without you, you’re the only love I want." Oh, I was sobbing.

Thank you for giving me the best for hours of this year. I feel so happy to have read something so raw and relatable. Heeseung realization and efforts prove that flaws and lacking are fine to have when one's willing to make a change for love. Lately, I've been spending hours contemplating if picking between love and career is the only way out for most and balance is that hard to achieve and your fic came in making me understand the complexities of humans, their priorities and the way they evolve.

once again, thanks for making my year. I never thought a fanfiction could leave me in this state; contemplation about life and people. Just like Heeseung, I too happen to be seeking for answers, just like Y/N, I have a lot of insecurities, complex relationships that, etc but I hope to work on myself.

I hope you publish this work as a physical some day!

dear anon, i genuinely have no idea what to say. i did not expect someone to tell me that a fic i wrote made them feel such complex emotions. i'm glad that falling alone could do that for you, as it was a huge project of my own projection, my own feelings, and in a way, my life. it makes me a little sad that someone can relate, because that means that there are more people that suck in this world -- and not all of them have the capacity to self reflect the way i made heeseung's character do.

i have said this so often lately that it's just burned on the tip of my tongue -- we have to give ourselves more grace, because we are ever-evolving. as humans, we forget that life is full of challenges and proving ourselves, until it becomes too much -- and that is when we turn to love. we don't need to prove ourselves there, because it should be common sense that everyone is worthy of love and being loved, and everyone should experience it. a part of me actually hated writing y/n because not only did i think that she deserved better, but because i had that same experience earlier this year. 2024 has not been kind to me, i fear, and i wanted her to be angry. i wanted her to resent heeseung, but i couldn't find it within myself to be so...well, angry. so i let my anger go and took the story for a different turn.

your priority should always be you. you are born into this world for a purpose, to make a different, to serve YOURSELF of the buffet that is life. you are born ALONE, and you can traverse this life alone successfully. it is human will that makes us seek love, and it is human kindness that makes us worthy of it. you are worthy of it, just like you are worthy of having a career, a work-life balance, whatever you want! the world is your oyster, life is your pearl. polish it.

i'm glad that i could hit a profound part of your mind, and i'm so grateful that you shared this with me. i will cherish it deeply, thank you for allowing me to be a small sliver of what made your year. thank you for reading, and, in a way, for understanding me.

take good care of yourself. stay safe and have a wonderful new year. <3

#bbyun.anonz #bbyun.modus #i cried reading this ask #and responding #i actually had to stand up and take a deep breath #please take care of yourselves and know that you are worthy of everything #know that YOU have the midas touch and everything you touch can turn to gold if you so wish.#love u actually

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advertisesouls · 9 months ago

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mobile friendly rules

For starters, my name is Solar, I'm 32, and I use they/them for my pronouns! Thank you so much for taking an interest in Xifeng and my blog. As stated on my pinned post, I do not condone anything that V.ivziepop has done or continues to do and I consider myself to be unaffiliated with the fandom. In addition, my blog will likely always be a work in progress, so there might be things that change occasionally. if there's a major change, I'll be sure to make a post about it. Also, before you interact, you should note that there is a dead dove do not eat warning on Xifeng.

general etiquette

The standard rules of RP apply here: no infomodding, metagaming or godmodding. I will not tolerate any form of racism, homophobia, transphobia, acephobia, ace erasure, or other discriminatory behavior or language. In that same vein, I don't condone proshipping, and if you support it, then please do us both the favor and kindly hardblock me. I do not want to hear your justification as to why proshipping should be allowed on this, or any, platform. Since I use "dead dove: do not eat" for Xifeng, I'm obviously fine writing most dark topics, however I will not write anything involving incest, minors being harmed / abused / etc, or anything along those lines as those topics largely make me uncomfortable. Hardblock me if you condone writing these topics, thank you.

Update 7/1/2024: As I've recently had a spate of sexual themed asks thrown my way by anons that have made me largely uncomfortable given Xifeng's history and prior trauma, I'm going to have to ask for people to not sexualize my character. This includes, but is not limited to, calling her "mommy", asking her to step on your character, sending her sexual things (she's practically a married woman and is very monogamous even in Hell), etc. I do not want Xifeng's character to be reduced to essentially a sexual object, either, since she can, and will, show why she is Alastor's right hand woman without hesitation. Thank you for your understanding and also respecting this addition!

my personal triggers / triggers in general

I must ask, for my own comfort, that if you'd like to follow me that you be mindful and tag for the following subjects: adultery/cheating/infidelity, domestic abuse, gaslighting, sexual harassment, and alcohol abuse/alcoholism (this is stemming from angry drunks — I am otherwise fine with casual drinks in threads.) Since I know that Hazbin Hotel has a ton of uncomfortable subjects and topics, I'd like to clarify that I'm fine interacting with those who may write Vox, Valentino, and other similarly written characters. I've been appropriately warned about them beforehand and am aware of how they act. I do not expect you to water them down when interacting with me, either. To go back to the dead dove do not eat warning I've been mentioning, Xifeng's story deals with parental abandonment from her father, her mother making ends meet with prostitution, being orphaned after her mother was murdered, attempted sexual assault from a stranger forcing himself on her, an accomplice to Alastor's serial murders, cannibalism, love as cannibalism, among other topics. Please keep in mind that if these, or other triggering, topics come up in threads that I'll be tagging for them accordingly!

reply speed/etc

Besides that, please be mindful that I am only here to have fun. This is a hobby and will be treated as such. Please do not badger me for replies (a small reminder here and there is fine, however!) I suffer with chronic pain and fatigue and also have to be my mom's caretaker 24/7, so I may be away from my PC at times. I also suffer with ADHD, major depressive disorder, and general anxiety and my spoons are virtually nonexistent most of the time. As always, thank you so much for your patience.

miscellaneous

Please do not use me as a meme/aesthetic resource. Also, I'd prefer that if you don't intend on sending a prompt in to me that you reblog from the source instead. In addition, please do not drag me into drama as I don't have the time nor spoons for it. If there is someone that I'm interacting with that is a legitimate concern, please privately message me and I'll make my own determination from there. I'm pro-callout to a degree, but only when there's irrefutable evidence in the callout itself. In regards to shipping, I'm open for platonic ships (familial, friendly, antagonistic, etc) as romantic shipping is highly unlikely to happen due to how I romantically ship Xifeng with @praeteritus-memories' Alastor and we've plotted extensively for them to where I consider Lu's Alastor to be both a main and exclusive because of this.

specific dni

Another thing that I would like to emphasize is if you interact with or condone the actions of the following, then please, hardblock me as well: aku, damon / omen / rxgelord (eyesofbluebitch/burnyoubastard), hearty, zero / kign typo, myers, loke / neku, & miles.

#🔥 OUT OF THE OFFICE → leave a message with my receptionist.

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carnagebleda · 7 months ago

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Lilly’s criminal minds verse seasons 1-10 (ish) under a read more cause it’s hella long and I even tried to summarize it.

heavily affiliated with @retriibutions

Pre-series: lilly was raised by a single mother who died just short of her 18th birthday. A couple of weeks later a man claiming to be her fraternal uncle came to her door with proof that he was blood-related and he told her the downfall of her father (who she’s never met). A famed serial killer who died by suicide by cop before he had the chance to be arrested. Her uncle manipulated her into thinking revenge was the only solution for shared retribution. Her goal was to kill the arresting fbi agent who killed him. Aaron Hotchner. For years her uncle trained her like a soldier while under the guise of a normal college student. If she showed any weakness (physical or mental) she’d be extremely punished leading her to think emotions themselves were weak and distracting. He worked up as well, becoming an agent out of state through the years even tho he was under hard suspicion after the death of his brother.

Season 1-2: Lilly joins the Bau with elle but before that, her specialty was weapons and a well-trained sniper. Her hatred for hotch was taught and conditioned but seeing him in real life made it hard for her to separate herself from his executioner and his teammate. She and Gideon constantly have arguments and are hella passive-aggressive but only because they share the same stubbornness and impulsiveness in the field. She and Spencer meet and the smile she thought she’d lost forever slowly began to come back. He cracked through her internal wall and with that she began to open to the rest of the team. When elle leaves, lilly had the habit of staring at her desk but was friendly with emily when she arrived. She had a hard time seeing Spencer tortured cause it stirred flashbacks of herself with her uncle. Part of her internal wall came down and she was able to be compassionate to others other than Spencer starting with jj telling her it wasn’t her fault that they split up. She stayed near spencer’s side after, knowing about his addiction and helping him through.

Season 3-4: She’s able to take a huge breath of relief when Gideon leaves and can accept Rossi to the team without hesitation (they kinda seeing more eye to eye than she and Gideon). When Haley divorces hotch she’s able to convince herself that his son will be fine without a father. When Spencer gets exposed to anthrax she exposes herself so that they would suffer together (and make getting the cure faster).

Season 5, 6, 7: when Foyet takes hotch, she fears it was her uncle before revealing the truth of his attack. and after Haley dies, at her funeral lilly abandons her plan to kill hotch becoming too close to him and the team. she could never do that to Jack. she gets rid of any contact she has of her uncle, changing her address, phone number, and car so she wouldn’t be traced by him. It’s also the first time she gets attacked by an unsub. She hasn’t dyed her hair in a while so her hair is naturally red for the first time in a while making her a target for a woman unsub to abduct her during a late-night coffee run and drug her to the point where she’s a life-size doll. When she’s conscious she goes through all the ways she plans to kill her in retaliation but throws that out the window when spencer talks the unsub down and reveals why she’s doing it. When Spencer gets his headaches, she goes with him during the doctor’s appointments and even researches herself the early signs of his mother’s condition. The witch doctor tells her she had the darkest heart he’s ever seen and she seems not disturbed by it but internally she’s anxious about it. After emily dies, she retreats within herself and practices different weapons in her spare time to take her mind off of it, bottling it up and not wanting to deal with the emotions. When it’s revealed that she’s alive, she gets why Spencer’s angry and she also understands why they needed to keep it a secret. In profiling 101, when lilly and the team goes to a college to speak about past killers they’ve caught, hotch mentions lilly’s father but she does her best not to act like there’s something wrong (the team still doesn’t know because there was no father named on her birth certificate).

Season 8: She pays no mind to the replicator attacks but starts to get gifts sent to her house subtlety hinting at the signs of betrayal and gets a coded text that reads ‘times up.’ She starts to put security all over her and Spencer’s apartment (much like when emily did with Doyle), barely sleeping and being on high alert while not at the office. She gets abducted halfway through the season by a medical torturer who breaks her leg and carves her by a scalpel. She refuses to give up her team’s information (especially hotch’s) and doesn’t give him the satisfaction of screaming out. When the team figures out where she’s at, she’s already lost a lot of blood and she’s going in and out of consciousness. She seems to appear too weak to stop her attacker to slice her throat but she gets out of one handcuff and stabs him through the eye before he can finish the slice making her have a noticeable dark scar it. The team learns the truth about her intentions and at the hospital, she offers her gun and badge but hotch refuses and while on painkillers she accidentally calls Rossi dad. She comes back in two months but isn’t able to go in the field until her leg is all the way healed. They figure out the replicator and find out that her uncle is a partner with him. Since lilly was the primary threat to him and protector of the team, she had to be eliminated first, and when that didn’t work he had to up his game. Rossi is drugged and pulls a gun on her, her uncle trying to come between their friendship but they ultimately kill both her uncle and the replicator together. after some time after that, Spencer and lilly get married.

Season 9-10: with her uncle dead, she’s able to put down mental roots like she hasn’t had before and is finally open to the idea of children. She has a near-death experience when she comes earlier than her teammates to save garcia’s ex boyfriend, she’s able to shoot him but not before he sticks a syringe in her neck. Her heart stops but with Spencer’s help she’s able to be brought back. After jj’s tortured, lilly suggests if she needs anything or wants to talk about what she went through lilly’s there for her (which is a huge milestone for her). She’s saddened with spencer when Alex leaves, lilly was so grateful for Spencer to have a maternal figure on the team. Around the start of s10, she’s revealed to be pregnant and gives birth halfway through to a little girl (name tbd). She comes back from maternity leave and her first case back was a cult where she sees parents and children in a different light now that she’s one herself. She barely leaves Spencer’s side when Gideon dies, playing chess with him and Rossi whenever she can.

#;; this was the longest i've w.ritten in m.onths maybe y.ears #;; idk i'm proud of myself #;; brb h.eadcanon tag

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whaledocboi · 2 years ago

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“You have fangs now. Appropriate.”

“Sister Camila, I apologize for the intrusion. I’m just dropping off some data I’ve gathered, though I don’t know if it will be useful.”

“That’s what your apologizing for? And we don’t need your data. You and your data can go to hell.”

Camila throws a left hook. Lilith rolls with the punch, but it still breaks Camila’s hand. Later, when describing it to Yasmine, Camila will tell her it was like punching living metal. In the moment, it just makes Camila even more angry.

Lilith dodges the rest of her blows, clearly so Camila doesn’t further injure herself. It takes some effort on Lilith’s part.

“Camila! Carry yourself.”

Camila spins to rebut Mother Superion’s order but doesn’t speak at the look on Suzanne’s face. When Camila spins back Lilith is gone; only the data, the slight smell of sulfur where she used to be.

IN THE BACK OF MY MIND, YOU DIED, AND I DIDNT EVEN CRY, NO, NOT A SINGLE TEAR- thank you anon, amazing

she doesnt understand. they used to be friends, right? they've had conversations just fine, lilith had been quite nice, we can almost call it friendly. of course she always had her edge, but it was different, this is different. its like they've gone back to base 0, where camila the brand new recruit and lilith is annoyed by here mere existence, gladly beating her into the ground, not even sparing a glance.

she's been like this with everyone though. not speaking to beatrice, constantly picking fights with mary and borderline trying to kill ava (yeah, maybe camila doesnt have it the worst after all). and it feels stupid and childish, but she cant help it. she wants an explanation, an apology or just lilith to tell her she got it all wrong and they've never had anything, that they've never even been friends. she wants Something, instead of the constant cold shoulder she gets.

it gets worse after the incident, and at first camila cant be too mad about it, how could she, lilith actually died and then came back, she deserves a break from her resentment. but nothing changes, she still seems to be simply an annoyance in her eyes ("i request silence." - understandable, but it still stings) and combining this with the stress of their mission was just a ticking bomb waiting to explode.

"sister camila" do we not know each other? did we meet yesterday? say something, anything instead of half baked formal instructions or eyerolls. - but she never says any of these again. she tells herself its because she doesnt want to agitate lilith even further and break the already fragile team dynamic. (definitely not because she's afraid of what answer she might recieve) that one time, she got ahead of herself, it wasnt wise, but the anger and frustration got better of her. it wont happen again.

lilith wants to treat her like colleagues who barely tolerate each other, fine, fine, she can do that.

#IN THE BACK OF MY MIND I KILLED YOU AND I DIDNT EVEN REGRET IT I CANT BELIEVE I SAID IT BUT ITS TRUE #I HATE YOU #poor little mentally ill miscommunicating dudes #who dont know how to operate normal human relationships #thank you anon once again #camilith #ask

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ladysternchen · 2 years ago

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Betrayal- Doomed

Prompt #4, Medium: Killing Me Strangely. Most causes of death are frankly boring—but never in mystery novels! Apply this concept by choosing a detail (large or small) from your fanwork and changing it into something unexpected. Once you decide on the detail you plan to change, you can open the next prompt. (Note that you don't have to have actually changed anything yet!)

Lúthien was at a loss of what to say. She stood beside her mother, who sat by the roots of a tall beech-tree, her arms wrapped around her knees, and wept. Seldom before had she seen Melian cry, but not knowing why her mother was so upset was even more alien to her than her tears. True, Lúthien thought, while she gently stroked Melian’s back, she had not spared her family much thought since Beren had left Menegroth, but every time she had actually talked to her mother -mostly to ask her if Beren was in any danger- she had seemed just fine. “Please, Nana, tell me what’s bothering you. I’m getting scared.” But Melian only shook her head, wiping her eyes on her dress. “Beren’s fine for now, Lúthien. No need to be scared, as I told you.” Lúthien winced- she had indeed first been scared that her mother had foreseen Beren’s death and was so upset because she knew what that would mean for herself, Lúthien. Only now that Melian had done naught but reassure her that all was yet well did she realise how disgustingly selfish that thought had been. She resumed the stroking of Melian’s back, still very ashamed of herself, but more determined than ever now to find out what ailed her mother, and help her if she could. “You did, and I am deeply thankful for that. But I’m not worrying about Beren at the moment, I’m worrying about you. Will you not tell me what makes you so sad?” Melian did not answer straight away, but let her gaze roam over the woody glen, stretching out her fingers to let one of her birds hop onto it. “You know… you’re not the only one who fears for their beloved.” she said finally, her voice still thick with tears. Lúthien felt herself tense both in a fit of anger and bewilderment. Still she kept her voice even and compassionate for Melian’s sake, determined to help her, not make her sorrow worse. “What do you mean?” Melian again took her time in answering. “I know that you are angry with your father, and rightly so. I am, too. I would love to say ‘I don’t know what got into him’, but the problem is, I do. I know how terribly he fears losing you…” “Well…” Lúthien interrupted heatedly, unable to keep her temper “… why did he hurt me so, then?” “He did not mean to. But he was so frightened that he saw nothing else, no consequences. And that’s…” Tears again began to roll down Melian’s cheeks “… that’s exactly what troubles me so. Do you understand what he did? Have you listened to Galadriel? Ah Lúthien, I fear so much for Elu and our people. Much I have done to protect this realm, to above all else protect you and your father, but it seems that all that was vain. I cannot protect you against the perils of your love, but Elu, at least… oh, should I lose him, nothing would ever seem good nor fair to me again on either side of the sea.” Lúthien knew not whether she had ever head Melian fretting over anything like that and was not at all sure if her mother was actually still talking to her. “Have you told him that?” she asked carefully. “No. That is it- I’m still so very angry at him that I just cannot bring myself to. It was that thought that brought me to tears in the first place… that doom might befall Doriath and we had never laid aside our quarrels. And make no mistake, just because I see your love to Beren differently from your father, I am by no means less worried about you, either.” Melian’s words deeply touched Lúthien’s heart, leaving her lost for anything to say. She was, as Melian had said, so very angry with her father that she did not even mind the idea of him falling under the Doom of the Noldor, but she knew in her heart that she did care nonetheless, just like she still deeply loved Daeron, who was her best friend and who had acted out of love to her, just like her father. In her wrath, Lúthien had accused them both of darker motives, of Daeron betraying her to her father because he thought he might then win her hand, and of her father selling her for gems. Neither was true, she well knew. Both had feared for her safety. Fools. Fools, all fools, her Beren not less. How could he still think of recovering a Silmaril? She would have expected him to have seen sense by now, but apparently, he had not. Yet still, she too delayed leaving Doriath to seek him out and convince him that that stubborn fool she called her father had not truly meant him to go gem-hunting, that he had just wanted Beren to be gone for good. Did she, deep down, want Beren to have a try? But no, that question she was able to answer at once. She most certainly did not want him to get himself into any danger, nor did she want her family and people to have anything to do with the curse of the Ñoldor. Somehow, anyhow, she needed to put everything right again.

#silmarillion fanfiction #silmarillion wriiters' guild june challenge #secret gate #matryoshka #the tale of beren and lúthien #lúthien tinúviel #melian #that prompt was probably the most difficult #i borrowed melian's words from the book of lost tales 2 here #betrayal #doomed #chapter four

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legendreign-archived · 2 years ago

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Laws

The mun’s pronouns are she/her. You can call me Vanessa.

1. I do not own all the icons used on this page. Some of them are free icons whose sources I always like or reblog. The 100x100 icons I use for my ooc faceclaim, Jane Judith Jocelyn belong to the deactivated dawns-icons. Some of the icons I use for Yukio Kasamatsu, Shintarō Midorima, and Taiga Kagami were made by sportbaes. The icons I make by myself are nothing special so please don’t take any of the icons I use except for the ones reblogged and tagged under #icons and #resources.I can also write multiple muses at the same time, just let me know when we’re plotting.

2. DO NOT INTERACT

If you’re someone I have blocked.

If you are a minor.

If you project your traumas onto your muse or identify so strongly to your muse. It’s fine to relate to your muse and give them bits of yourself but people who project onto fictional characters can lash out at others in relation to any word that sounds unfavorable to them and their beloved characters which becomes very distressing.

Find any triggers listed on my muse bios to be uncomfortable. Your comfort comes first.

If you are a SessRin and or Yashahime anti. If you are uncomfortable with SessRin but still want to interact with my Towa, you are welcome here. I will change Rin’s mother in a thread for your comfort but please understand that first and foremost, Rin will always be my Towa’s mother and you will see a lot of SessRin content in this space.

If you like to apply real life morals to works of fiction.

If you want to cancel fictional characters because I have little qualms about interacting with controversial characters from media, I like.

If you don’t like how I run this blog or tend to police others because I’m NOT here for that.

3. I am private, mutuals only, selective, oc and crossover friendly but fandom selective. I will not follow blogs of unfamiliar fandoms unless you are a trusted mutual.

4. I love shipping, heck, I’ll even ship my muses together but please check out my muse bios to learn about a muse’s ship availability! CanonxOC and OCxOC in addition to crossover ships with my muses are fine with me. Please feel free to ask me if you want to ship our muses, I will seriously consider it if it makes for a great plot / they have chemistry. I am ship exclusive so I will limit my romantic shipping to no more than two interpretations of a canon character. For my human muses, the age limit for shipping is 7 years but I have no problems aging up or aging down a muse to make a ship more comfortable. I am more comfortable doing controversial shipping in historical settings like say, teenagers with adults for example as long as it's still within the 7-year age limit. For my immortal muses, the age limit is very high but don’t ask me to ship my long-lived muses with anyone who is not teenagers or 60+. For my doll muses, we will only ship in verses where my girls are humans / humanoids.

5. I WILL BLOCK

Porn blogs

Anyone who is disrespectful to me/disrespected me in the past/Anon hate. I should technically apply the three strikes rule but honestly, it depends on how rude you are and if you are mentally and or emotionally stressing me out really badly. I don’t appreciate sarcasm and cannot tolerate angry paragraphs. I’ve had emotionally triggering experiences with roleplayers who took my words out of context and decided to throw angry paragraphs at me so please assume best intent. I have no intention of being rude to anyone.

Rp blogs people warn about!

People who bring up drama about rp blogs I don’t know and make call outs not to inform people about genuinely harmful people but over their personal choices that they didn’t like.

RP blogs who are anti-SessRin, anti-Yashahime, anti-Junpei Hyūga

Personal blogs who reblog my roleplay related posts and do not take their reblogs down by the next day even though I have asked them to take it down.

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Chapter 16: Sophia

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Jada had lost count of the days she’d spent in Camelot. She knew it had been January when she had first arrived at Morgo’s house, but according to Gaius, it had been August in Camelot when she had first arrived there. She did her best to count the weeks, though it had all gotten a bit blurred after Lancelot had arrived, and no matter how hard she tried she could not understand how it was already the middle of September.

In any other circumstance, she’d have been grateful that she had managed to miss all of February and March, but not now. Now it meant that she had managed to miss the summer months, too, as winter was once again on the horizon with all the darkness and misery that it always brought. She had been there for at least a month, missed Jim’s, Izzy’s, and even her own birthday, and Emily had been without a mother for all that time.

Certainly not for the first time, she wondered what was going on back at home. Had they given up searching for her yet? Who had been given custody of Emily? She was beginning to lose hope that she’d ever get back, now. They had no answers, no possible solutions, and no matter how Merlin promised her, they were no closer to getting her home than they had been when she first arrived.

As much as she’d rather remain in her room all day, tucked morosely under the covers with the curtains closed, her thoughts were proving to be terrible company. She’d been by herself an awful lot recently under the excuse of practising lute while everybody else in the castle was busy with their own lives, but today she was tired of her own company. She needed to get out.

She headed down to Gaius’ chambers, lute in hand, and knocked lightly on the door before stepping inside. She was glad to find him working away at his bench, and he looked up as she entered.

“Ah, Jada,” he greeted. “What can I do for you?”

“I was just wondering if I could sit in here for a while. I don’t really need anything, exactly, but I could just use some company.”

“Of course. I’m afraid I’m quite busy at the moment, but you’re welcome to stay and entertain yourself.”

“Thanks, Gaius.” She held up the lute. “Do you mind if I practise? I don’t want to disturb you, or anything.”

“That’s fine,” he replied, turning his attention back to the ingredients he was measuring.

Jada crossed the room to sit on the steps by the window, settling the lute comfortably in her lap before a thought occurred to her. “Gaius?”

“Hm?” He half turned towards her, his focus still on the jars in his hands.

“I’m sorry for getting so angry the other day. About Uther and the beetle.” She sighed, rubbing her hands on her thighs. “I think I was in shock or something. I didn’t mean to snap at you.”

Gaius nodded, his full attention on her now. “That’s all right. But you must understand; it is Merlin’s destiny to protect the kingdom. And sometimes that involves him doing things that are dangerous, or things that you might not necessarily agree with.”

“That hardly seems fair. He’s just one person.”

Gaius sighed. “I know. But I’m afraid that’s just the way it is.”

Jada fell silent, though she remained unconvinced. Better not to get into an argument about it now, she thought, when neither of them seemed likely to change their minds any time soon. She’d just have to look after Merlin from the side-lines, and make sure he had all the support he needed until they could figure out some way to change the ways things were.

She must have been there for several hours before Morgana arrived, entering the room with her ever-regal poise and clacking heels.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you,” she said as Gaius turned away from his work.

“Nonsense, my child. My favourite patient is always welcome.” He kissed her on the cheek, though Morgana looked distracted. “I’m sorry about the mess. Most of it’s Merlin’s. If I’d known you were coming I’d have tidied up in here.”

“It’s not that,” Morgana replied. “It’s just… Your bench is on fire.”

Gaius nodded, laughing a little. “My bench is on fire. What… you…” Suddenly, he realised what she had said, and whirled on the spot to face his bench. “My bench is on fire!”

Jada hopped to her feet, able to see the blaze now that Gaius had moved out of her line of vision. She raced over towards it, though he had already seized a pair of tongs and was removing the vial that had ignited, setting it down in a bowl of water that Morgana had fetched. Jada tossed a scrap of cloth over the flame, suffocating it.

Gaius let out a tense breath, eyeing Morgana. “You’re always getting me into trouble,” he joked. “What brings you to this dark corner?”

Morgana hesitated, glancing briefly at Jada—who was heading back to her position on the steps—before turning back to Gaius. “I had another dream.”

“I see,” the physician responded gravely.

“I saw Arthur lying under water, drowning, and there was a woman standing over him, watching him die. And she’s here. In Camelot.”

Jada had to feel sorry for Morgana—the poor girl looked genuinely terrified.

Gaius tried his best to reassure her. “The mind plays tricks. It borrows from everyday life and plays out its own fantasy.”

“But I had this dream before she came to Camelot.”

That caught Jada's full attention, though she still tried to look as though she were focussing on the lute. Gaius, however, was unconvinced. “You must be mistaken.”

“No, I know what I saw,” Morgana insisted. “It was so real… so vivid. I saw him die, Gaius. She’s going to kill him.”

Gaius stepped forwards, placing his hands on her shoulders. “These are just dreams, Morgana, nothing more. Are you taking the sleeping draught I made up for you?”

She shook her head dismissively. “It doesn’t help.”

He sighed, thinking for a moment. Then, he moved away towards his shelving. “Here. Try this.” He retrieved a blue vial, which he offered to Morgana. “It will induce a deeper sleep.”

Morgana took the vial from him, but did not look comforted.

“You have nothing to fear,” Gaius reassured her.

She looked between him and Jada, her expression remaining unconvinced.

“Thank you, Gaius,” she said at last, forcing a smile before turning to leave.

“Ah, Morgana?” Gaius spoke again, causing her to turn. “Don’t bother Uther about this—no need to worry him.”

Morgana nodded, continuing on her way out the door.

Once she’d gone, Gaius turned back to his bench, leaving only a view of the back of his head to a confused Jada. It was hardly her place to ask, but she couldn’t help but wonder why both Gaius and Morgana would want to keep Uther out of it. It was just a nightmare, after all. A strange one, maybe, but a nightmare all the same.

Jada shrugged, returning to her practise. It was none of her business.

“Ah, Jada. How are you feeling?”

It had been a while since she’d heard that voice focus directly on her, and it made Jada stop in the hallway and turn with a curtsey. “Sire. Better, thank you.”

Arthur halted with his arms folded confidently, but his eyes were genuine. “Good, I’m glad. Merlin told me you’d gotten a little overwhelmed the other day. Is everything all right?”

“Yes, sire. It’s just… everything is so different here. I think it’ll take some getting used to.”

His gaze searched hers for a moment, before he motioned for her to walk with him. “Camelot isn’t like your home?”

“No. We have different clothes, different food, different buildings.” She chuckled, more to herself than Arthur. “And no mythical beasts.”

Arthur snorted, which certainly wasn’t a princely sound, though it caught Jada by surprise how relaxed he seemed. “It must be very peaceful there, then.”

“Nah, people’ll always find a way to cause problems all by themselves. You don’t need magic for that.” She blanched, suddenly realising who exactly she was talking to.

Arthur seem unperturbed, however. “No, I suppose not. Have you gotten any closer to finding your way back home?”

Jada sighed. “No. As far as I can tell, Gaius is at a complete loss over how I even got here in the first place.”

“This Morgo must have travelled some distance while you were unconscious. And all for what? It doesn’t seem to make any sense.”

She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, nervous that he might be about to see through her story. She considered telling him about Morgo’s plan, but somehow she thought that perhaps telling Arthur that Morgo had sent her to Camelot to learn magic from Merlin might not go down too well.

Instead, she simply shrugged. “I wish I could explain it, too.”

Arthur stopped frowning, turning a sympathetic gaze to her now. “So it seems you will be staying with us for a while longer, then.”

“It would appear so.” She felt her spirit grow heavier for a moment, but then she tried for a smile. “I suppose it’s not all bad. Most of the people here have been nice.”

“And here I thought you’d been stuck with Merlin,” he joked, giving her a half-smile. “Well, if you need anything, you know where to ask.”

Jada mirrored his smile, bowing her head slightly as he began to head off. “Thank you, sire.”

Morgana looked tired as she arrived at the spot she’d chosen for training Jada the next day. Jada herself was already waiting there, and this time she noticed Gwen accompanying her mistress—though she was no longer clad in one of her pastel-themed dresses. Like both Morgana and Jada, she had opted for trousers and a tunic, but in her arms she carried what looked to Jada like a pile of red cloth.

“You look stressed, Morgana,” Jada pointed out, ignoring the bundle for now. “We can do this another day if you want.”

“No,” Morgana replied, determined. “I just had another sleepless night, that’s all. But one thing these dreams have made me realise is that we all need to stick together and be prepared. And what better way to do that than by making sure you know how to fight properly?”

She smiled at Jada, and though Jada thought that she wasn’t getting the full story, she didn’t push the issue. She smiled back and nodded.

“Usually, I practise with Gwen,” Morgana continued. “And she’s agreed to help me teach you when she can. But first…”

She turned now to Gwen, grinning as her maidservant pulled away the red cloth in her arms to reveal a shiny silver sword. “You’re going to need a proper sword if you want to survive a real battle. I asked Gwen to ask her father to make this; fortunately, she already had all your measurements, so hopefully it should be the right size and weight for you. We won’t be training with it, but here.”

She’d taken the sword from Gwen and now presented it to Jada, who looked upon it with awe. Morgana was giving her a sword. A real sword. All her teenaged-nerdy dreams were coming true.

“That’s amazing,” she breathed, hardly daring to reach out and touch the blade.

She wrapped her fingers around the hilt, feeling the weight of it as she turned the blade this way and that. She had no clue what she should be examining it for, but just the thrill of holding an actual sword was enough to give her a ridiculous grin. “Thank you.”

Morgana and Gwen were both smiling at her, too, until Morgana shifted back into business mode. “Right, well, you’d better learn how to use it now then, hadn’t you?”

In regards to teaching style, Morgana and Lancelot had many differences. Where Lance was softer, more encouraging, Morgana was certainly not afraid to tease Jada for making a silly mistake. That wasn’t to say she was malicious—quite the opposite, in fact—she just seemed to know exactly where and how to prod Jada to make her work harder. Where Lancelot was content to gently guide her, Morgana was not shy of being more commanding, which spurred Jada on to want to meet the standards that she was setting for her. Jada was sore and achey by the time she returned to her chambers, but she had enjoyed every minute of it.

After getting herself changed, she decided that she’d earnt a relaxing evening in Gaius’ chambers, so she took her lute and headed down there. Gaius was just as welcoming as he had been the previous day, and they soon settled into a comfortable silence, save for the sound of Jada’s lute.

Or, really, Merlin’s lute. She should probably leave it down here, she thought, so that he could have it back. She didn’t exactly think he’d mind her practising with it still, but she still felt a little bad for keeping it all this time. And it’d give her an excuse to come down whenever she got lonely, too.

Whilst she was contemplating this, Merlin himself entered, covered in what looked to Jada like squashed tomatoes.

“Have you been playing with your food again?” Gaius joked.

Merlin tried to resist a grin, making a beeline for one of the tables towards the back of the room. “The King put me in the stocks.”

Jada frowned, but before she could ask, Gaius spoke for her. “What did you do this time?”

“Nothing.” Merlin must have seen Gaius’ sceptical expression, because he quickly added, “Honestly, it wasn’t my fault.”

He picked up a jug and poured some water into a nearby bowl, beginning to wash the tomato out of his hair. “Arthur wanted to get out of going on patrol with Uther and the guard, so I covered for him and took the blame.”

“And Arthur was prepared to let you do this?” Gaius seemed surprised.

“It was his idea.”

“What made him neglect his duties? It must have been something terribly important.”

Merlin gave Gaius a knowing smirk. “Sophia.”

“The girl from the forest?”

Jada turned questioningly to Gaius; this was the first she’d heard of this Sophia.

Merlin nodded, chuckling. “He wanted to take her out for the day. He is besotted.”

“But they’ve only just met.”

“I know. I guess it must have been love at first sight.”

Gaius seemed unconvinced, but he didn’t push the issue. “Yes… I suppose it must be.”

They fell quiet for some time, Gaius returning to his work while Merlin plucked at tomato chunks. Eventually, Gaius spoke again, rising suddenly from his seat.

“I’m going to go down to the lower town. I need to pick up some more supplies,” he said.

Merlin looked up at him. “I’ll go, if you want. Arthur won’t be back for hours, yet.”

“No, no. That’s quite all right,” Gaius replied. “I need to get away from these books for a bit, anyway. You stay here.”

Merlin seemed surprised, but he didn’t say anything more, and swiftly Gaius departed. Jada watched Merlin return to his struggle to get his hair clean for a few moments, before she chuckled and got up.

“Here,” she said, approaching him. “Let me help.”

Within just a few seconds, she had successfully flicked the remaining tomato pieces out of his hair and begun brushing the red stains off his neck with a damp cloth.

“Thanks,” Merlin laughed, straightening up. Jada couldn’t tell if the red of his cheeks was from the tomatoes or something else.

“‘Love at first sight’?” she repeated, raising her eyebrows doubtfully.

“Huh?”

“Arthur and this Sophia. You don’t really believe that, do you?”

Merlin shrugged. “Don’t you?”

Jada shook her head. “Lust at first sight, maybe. But people don’t really fall in love that fast.”

Merlin chuckled. “Come on, I thought all girls believed in that sort of fairytale stuff.”

Jada snorted. “No. And you were the one who said it, anyway.” She handed him the cloth with a smirk and went back to her seat on the steps.

“You didn’t see the way he was looking at her.” He finished wiping his face, then came to stand closer to her.

“Who is she, anyway?”

“Sophia Tirmawr. Arthur and I rescued her and her father, Aulfric, from some bandits in the woods. Uther’s invited them to stay here for a while.”

Once again, Jada raised her eyebrows, a smirk still playing at the corner of her lips. “And Arthur’s decided he’s going to make a move on her while she’s here?”

Merlin laughed, moving to sit beside her. “He says his intentions are honourable.”

“Riiiight.” She quirked her eyebrows to let him know just how believable she found that idea. “At least you get some time off while he’s off with her.”

Merlin smiled. “Seems like it. What are you doing today?”

“Well, I was just going to practise playing for the rest of the day, probably. But I’m up for some more exciting suggestions, if you’ve got any.”

He leant forwards, pressing his lips into a hopeful line. “We could go out into the woods again? I know it’s not that exciting, but you could still practise there, if you wanted.”

“That sounds great. But what about the bandits?”

“They were further north. Our spot should be safe.”

Jada smiled. “All right, but I’m still bringing my sword.” She stood up, Merlin following, and began to head for the door.

“You have a sword?”

“Mhm-hm. Morgana gave it to me.”

His brows furrowed slightly, just enough to create a small line between them. “You never told me; why are you learning how to use one?”

Jada looked at him without answering for a moment, then she turned away. “Just thought it might come in handy, y’know? Save you having to do all the fighting.”

Merlin was quiet for a few seconds. When he spoke, his voice was softer. “You don’t have to worry about that, you know.”

His eyes were sincere, but Jada maintained her jovial tone. “Merlin, I have seen you fall flat on your face and completely forget to even get up again in the face of mortal peril. I’m gonna be carrying a sword around a lot from now on.”

He let out a laugh, his face breaking into a smile. “All right, if you insist.”

They stopped at Jada’s chambers to pick up her sword, before heading out into the forest. The two of them were just pushing their way through the brush, joking as they walked, when Merlin’s tone changed.

“Jada, I need to talk to you about something.”

He had dropped behind a few steps, causing Jada to have to turn to respond. “Sure, Merlin. What is it?”

He inhaled a nervous breath, coming to a halt. Jada stopped too, turning to face him properly now. “We may have found a lead on how to get you home. I don’t know if it would work, but it’s a possibility.”

Jada was stunned into silence for a brief moment. “What? What is it?”

Merlin dropped his gaze, and Jada knew that whatever this new lead was, it wasn’t good. “Gaius says that back in the days of the Old Religion, it was the High Priestesses who would perform the ritual to open the veils between the worlds. But Uther made it his mission to destroy the Old Religion completely 20 years ago, and that included hunting down and killing all the High Priestesses he could.”

“Right,” Jada said, edging closer to him. “But if they’re all dead, then how does that help us?”

“They’re not all dead,” Merlin explained. “Gaius doesn’t know how many survived the Great Purge, but we know for certain that one did.”

“Well, who are they?”

He sighed, coming now to the point. “Nimueh.”

Once more, Jada found her voice eluding her. She stared at Merlin, taking in his sombre expression, and suddenly understood. “We can’t go to her. She’ll kill you.”

“But what if it’s the only way to get you back home?”

“No, Merlin.” She rubbed her temples, trying to think of some way around the situation. “There must be another way. What if I went to find her by myself?”

Merlin looked alarmed, subconsciously taking a step closer to her. “No. If she tries to kill you, you’d have no way of stopping her. It’s too dangerous.”

“But if she didn’t know who I was, that I’m friends with you, what reason would she have to kill me?”

“She’s a powerful sorceress, Jada. Who knows what she already knows about you. Gaius thinks she’s been using some form of scrying to spy on Camelot.”

“But what else can we do?”

Merlin straightened up a little, squaring his jaw. “I’ll go to her.”

“You’re not dying for me, Merlin.”

He flashed her a crooked grin. “She hasn’t killed me yet.”

“No. And that’s final.”

He looked at her then, at her folded arms and stern expression, and suddenly burst into laughter. “If I didn’t believe you were a mother before, I definitely do now.”

Jada shook her head at him, though she was trying to conceal a smile, too. “You are impossible. We’ll ask Gaius to try and find out if there’s any other Priestesses left, and go to them instead. And if you so much as think about sneaking off to go find her alone…” She pointed a finger at him to mimic her earlier sternness, but almost broke character to laugh as he crossed his eyes to watch it.

His eyes darted back to her face, a mischievous glint entering them. “What?”

She stepped in, close enough that his grinning face filled the entirety of her vision, and smirked. “I’ll tell Gaius on you.”

She spun away again, beginning to push through the bushes. Merlin stayed where he was for a moment, then came jogging up to her side, still grinning. “You know, it’d probably be kinder to just kill me yourself.”

She drew her sword, turning dramatically to touch the tip to his heart. “En garde!”

Merlin’s grin widened, and he raised his eyebrows at her in challenge. Jada merely smirked at him, but then with just a flash of gold and a flick of his eyes, her sword lurched up into the air, dragging her arm with it. Before she could even react, Merlin was in front of her, his fingers wrapped around her wrist and his other hand holding her opposite forearm. To any onlookers, it must have looked as though they were both holding the sword aloft, like something from a legend, but to Jada all she could notice was how even the blue of Merlin’s eyes had golden flecks in them, and that he still smelled faintly of tomatoes.

Slowly, Merlin guided her raised arm until it was horizontal, and she let the sword clatter to the ground. With a triumphant grin, he released her and stepped back. Jada’s brain was still trying to catch up to itself as he bent to pick her sword back up, offering the hilt to her.

“Thanks,” she said, a breathless laugh escaping her. She could feel her cheeks beginning to burn, but stubbornly ignored them. “We should probably hurry up and get to the brook, or Arthur’ll be back by the time we even get there.”

“Come on, then,” Merlin laughed, already heading off through the trees. Jada sheathed her sword, releasing a breath she hadn’t even realised she was holding, and followed him.

Chapter 17 ->

#bbc merlin #out of the ashes #jada thorburn #gaius #morgana #arthur pendragon #guinevere #merlin #merlin x oc #writing #fanfic #fanfiction #chapter 16

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Natsuo anon - sorry I just had to clarify that I didn’t hate Enji because sometimes if you express not wanting all the kids to forgive him people assume you hate the man and want him to live in darkness 😭when that’s not the case I just wanted variety of outcomes! Honestly, I don’t know I still do interpret it as open for Shouto too but I think that’s most likely my cultural bias(plus personal bias), and I believe that you can still form and want a bond with someone without forgiveness - because I did so with my mother! Also it’s not like I don’t think he hasn’t forgiven in my mind I believe he most likely did, and if he didn’t it doesn’t change the fact that he clearly has not cut his father off. For this - “where would be Enji's redemption arc if Shouto were to not forgive him” - I see your point, and I’m not saying your necessarily wrong but it was also very established in his atonement that he wasn’t expecting forgiveness, I don’t think him not gaining forgiveness from Shouto would undermine his arc given it’s still shown that while he maybe in “hell” he still has people supporting him - his sidekicks, Rei and Fuyumi/Shouto are most likely still there for him too! (Also I get Shouto is the most important Todoroki but even if he didn’t gain his forgiveness he got Rei’s and Fuyumi’s so it’s not like he went completely unforgiven) Plus when I say open for shouto I meant I think it’s open for everyone to interpret it how they want - either way thank you for sharing your thoughts 😊!

Don’t worry, it’s a common case that someone says something and it gets misunderstood as hate so I understand why you wanted to clarify things.

I tend to think that when people start talking about ‘forgiving’ they all have different ideas in mind, which might be tied to how we’ve different cultures and we also use different languages.

To forgive means “to stop feeling angry or resentful towards (someone) for an offence, flaw, or mistake” and “no longer wishing to personally punish (an offence, flaw, or mistake)”.

It doesn’t mean forgetting the offence (that’s why people often say “it’s forgiven, not forgotten”), nor that, in case the offence is a crime, you’re willing to give such person a free jail pass or that you’ll rebuild your relationship with that person.

You can do all of the above, of course, and in tales people generally do all of the above and their forgiveness is perfect, they don’t retain anymore an ounce of anger but that’s fiction.

And exactly because it’s fiction, the general way to prove that a redemption arc was successful, is for that character to be forgiven. So Enji can say ‘it’s fine if you don’t forgive me’ but this is a story and his arc has to end with it to be successful. Of course since now he has to be forgiven by society as well, he still has work to do, but the arc readers cared about was his atonement to his family arc, specifically to Shouto, secondarily to Touya, lastly to Natsuo.

Of course Enji can fail to archive forgiveness, but I would say in Horikoshi’s idea he actually scored 3 points in the sense he showed Shouto he could act like a father, he finally looked at Touya and had Natsuo acknowledge him again as his father. If you want, it’s not a perfect victory but it’s a big victory.

Him having people supporting him isn’t exactly due to his arc, it’s more due to the theme of the story in which when Heroes are in trouble they’ll still get support. Enji’s sidekicks say why they sided with him and that’s because he was a great Hero, so it’s not a reward for his efforts to be a better father and husband.

As for Fuyumi and Rei, the problem with them is that they don’t really have a ‘forgiving’ arc, which means that the story presented them as unwilling to forgive him and then moved them so that they were willing to forgive him. Fuyumi was so desperate to have her family back that when Enji decided to change mind setting she was totally supportive of him, organizing a celebration for his victory and helping him to get Shouto’s contact and whatever. Even Enji recognized this. As for Rei, she’s more a mob character (Horikoshi didn’t even give her a profile!) but the first time she gets to take part to a discussion it’s in chap 187, when she defends Enji against Natsuo’s words (we don’t see her talking with Shouto when he goes to visit her) and, from that meeting, Natsuo brings home the idea she wants to forgive him even though she’s still scared of him.

So they aren't really a reward for his efforts, they're just supporting people which not only create diversity in the family but also spare Horikoshi from haivng to think solutions for 5 different people. Having 3 people to please is hard enough, trust me!

But of course everything in the story is open to interpretations.

Unless Horikoshi states something specifically, everything is up to discussion and this is just how I interpret the story and it’s as valid as your interpretation.

I don’t really have any secret insight in Horikoshi’s mind that makes my interpretation better than yours so please don’t take this as me trying to tell you how you should interpret things.

Thank you for your ask, for sharing your experience with me and for the lovely discussion!

#boku no hero academia #mha meta #bnha meta #bnha spoilers #Todoroki Enji #Todoroki Rei #Todoroki Touya #Todoroki Shouto #Todoroki Natsuo #Todoroki Fuyumi #Ask

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