#listen because i have the reasoning of a madman and i need to talk about these creatures

[keeps-ache]

oh but really, i'm so scared of sloths

[666writingcafe]

New Voice Messages

Mammon

"Hey, so I don't know if you saw today's newspaper today or not, but our little adventure yesterday ended up being the top headline. Someone must've spotted us walkin' Cerberus back to the House and assumed that all of us tamed him or something. In any case, they should've at least talked to us before publishin' that story, because you're the only one that's truly deserving of the title 'Ruler of the Underworld.' *pauses* Okay, MAYBE Lucifer too, but that's it. The rest of us didn't do shit. We were too mesmerized by those stupid flowers to be much help. *pauses again* Dammit, just thinkin' about it makes me angry. I wanted to do something to help my younger brothers, but in the end, I failed. Not that I'm upset at you for stepping up and doing what needed to be done, but, like...*pauses for a while* I don't even know if I should be telling you this, but I need to get it off my chest, and this is the best way for me to do that. You don't have to reply to anything I'm about to say if you don't want to; I just need to vent for a bit."

"My brothers chose to follow Lucifer here. They all had reasons for doin' what they did. For me, I didn't feel like I had that choice. He didn't force me to or anything like that, so don't be getting the wrong idea. It's just that I wanted to stay with Lucifer. I would've followed anywhere he went, to be honest. He took care of me when no one else would. Perhaps I SHOULD'VE thought about it, but something tells me that even if I did, I still woulda gone with Lucifer. To lose him...he wasn't only my mentor, but something like a father figure? It's hard to see him as a brother when he practically raised me. He gave my life meaning. Without him...I'm worthless. I can't do anything right. That was made apparent to me a LONG time ago. And this stupid sin of mine isn't making things any better for me. I mean, the Avatar of Greed? I might as well have a neon sign above my head flashin' the word 'trouble', because NO ONE is gonna trust me with THAT title attached to me." *pauses* If you listened to all of this, then thanks, but I totally understand if you didn't. I probably sound like a madman."

Taglist: @lost-in-time-wanderer, @fuzztacular, @dianedancer18, @sweetbrier2908, @flare-love, @completelyshatteredbrokenmschf, @thunderlightning351, @l3v1chan, @anxious-chick, @5mary5, @expressionless-fr

[deathsbestgirl]

Just saw a post about 3 and it has been a looooong time since I watched it but I would love to know what the deal was with that. Thoughts?

oh i LOVE 3. it's a hard episode for me to watch for a lot of reasons. mulder's depression is more palpable than ever, his guilt complex & self punishing ways.

i actually made a thread on twitter of what i think are the important scenes, because i just think...people very wrongly hate this episode. the whole point is how mulder is not okay without scully, that she was endangered because of their work and he can't accept that. like this explains perfectly what he does in one breath: he screams like a madman at scully's doctor & the hospital staff, he plots revenge, he tries to quit, and ultimately, he listens to melissa & sits by her bedside urging her to wake up.

mulder barely speaks in this episode. he talks to local law enforcement, he talks to the suspect, and he talks to kristen. but there's so much of him just alone.

as kae said to me: there's no one to explain anything to

"i only need one thing" and "i don't sleep anymore"

and the reason kristen matters, beyond the fact that she's in danger & she's a victim of abuse, is she understands him & he understands her. they are kindred spirits in a certain way.

kristen can't look in mirrors, and he can't sleep. they both feel this guilt & intense self hatred. they share loss & pain. and they may be different but those differences don't matter when they're feeling as low & lost and hopeless as they are.

mulder was meant to save kristen, but she saves him. it's heartbreaking because this woman deserved a chance too. she deserved to live and have better. but she chose to stop her abusive, vampire ex the only way she knew how and save mulder. she thought he was worth saving.

in the end, he's facing his failure. holding scully's cross that he's wearing around his neck. something he has never understood about her, the only piece of her he has.

one of my favorite things about this episode is that his grief over scully is very different than his grief over samantha, as in it is not brotherly. it's painfully romantic to me. people get caught up in the fact that he sleeps with kristen while wearing scully's cross, but the whole point is he's repenting. to me, this look likes self harm. it's something he understands as punishing, but is also clinging to the only human connection he's found. the only true understanding he's felt in scully's absence. kristen is the one person who has truly seen his pain, understood scully's importance. it isn't "just" a lost love, this is something brand new to him. he's lost his friend, the only person who has stood by him & faced his grief with him, the only person who trusts him with her whole soul, the only one who hasn't hurt him (purposely, purposefully). again, something kristen understands despite seeming not to have experienced this herself. mulder shares this vulnerability with her without really sharing anything. he doesn't know how to. so yes, they do something so very human and sleep together. and immediately afterward, everything goes up in flames.

[moonduckling]

Mark, Jeno, Renjun x Sleeping In Bed Together

[Mark]

Would want to spoon mostly all the time (with you being the little spoon and him the big spoon.)

He would probably fart on you in the middle of the night. 🤣

He would be that person who watches you sleep at night.

Loves pillow talk and talking about the future with you wrapped in his arms.

Would fall asleep with the TV on at full blast.

Would also sleep with his head between your boobs or with his hand up your shirt.

Would wake you up with kiss all over your face in the morning.

Stealing all the cover is his job!

Wakes up in the night and ask, "Babe do you want something to eat?"

Sleeping with him is like sleeping with a crazied madman that can never find the right position.

The main reason things end up hot and heavy is because he has a thing for teasing you by pushing his knee between your thighs. 🤭

[Renjun]

The first thing he would want to do is cuddle, periodt.

He would most likely push you off the bed if you try to tease him in any type of way.

Would run his fingers through your hair through out the night.

He would be the type to softly squeeze your boobs or butt in an unnoticeable way.

Would fall asleep listening to your heartbeat.

He would fall asleep on your stomach.

Asks you if you want a snack before going to bed.

Would intentionally steal the covers so you can cuddle closer to him.

Would wait till you fall asleep before he knock out.

Would leave soft kiss on your temple while you sleep.

Don't wear your hair up because he likes when your soft hair ends up on his pillow.

Loves...when I say loves. He loves sleepy talk, when you make promise to stay up to talk to him even tho any moment you could fall asleep.

Loves when you wear no underwear to bed, so he can freely touch. 🌶

He mostly stays still at night, but ever now and then he ends up rolling over on you at night.

[Jeno]

Loves when you wear his shirt to bed.

If you have a fight before bed he will try to feed you the pain away (offering food and cuddles)

Needs to have you wrapped in his arms.

Likes to have you sleeping on his chest.

Would most likely fall asleep hugging your waist and his head between your breast.

Yall would have a snack drawer located in the room so you wouldn't have to go out to get any snacks.

One of his favorite activities is cockwarming. 😇

Like Mark taking the cover is his job!

Watching movies before falling asleep is a must do for him.

Secretly taking off your panties without you knowing is a daily ritual for him (Idk how he do he just does)

Playing footies and talking about your day is his way of pillow talk.

Hides your pillow so you will have to share one with him.

Kiss your head before falling asleep.

Mostly likely to fall asleep before you.

Needs to wrap you like a burrito once every night.

Wakes you up with rough morning kiss and a nice goofy smile.

By morning time his head is at the end of the bed and his feet is in your face. 😂

*Author Note: Sorry If the grammar is off or it just doesn't make sense. I didn't put it through a proofreader. Also, this is my first time writing a story on tumblr and I'm excited. I decided to break them up because it's really late at night and I'm tired 😫. ANYWAY, THANKS FOR READING! *Haechan and Jaemin is next*

[starburstfloat]

Opening Sequence Lyrics Analysis

I recently spiraled anew revisiting TXT's discography like an analytical madman (a real treat!), and wanted to spew my thoughts on minisode 2: Thursday's child into the void of tumblr because nothing brings me greater joy than deconstructing naive self-destructive protagonists who place themselves into a pit of despair. If that sounds like something you want to indulge in too then hey hey welcome for the ride!

When revisiting minisode 2, it was impossible to ignore the genius that is the first track, Opening Sequence, and so I'm dedicating an entire analysis post to just this song.

One of the reasons that Opening Sequence is phenomenal is because it establishes the tone for the rest of the album and sets the stage for the following songs (you could think of it, like I do, as a powerful opening chapter for a book).

The main reason why I am so impressed with this track is that we get to witness our narrator shift from a point of mere sorrow and despair to full on disillusionment and resentment. Classic unreliable narrator and a chef's kiss to deconstruct.

I've already talked extensively about unreliable narrators in past analysis posts but if you don't know, unreliable narrators provide a perspective to the story that isn't wholly accurate. This isn't necessarily an advertent choice. Perhaps the narrator does indeed think that they are telling a story truthfully, but often their anger, sorrow, or heightened emotional state reveals cracks in the narrative. Something is missing, and it's usually honesty.

What's really creative with Opening Sequence is the narrative structure of the song that highlights just how disillusioned our protagonist grows to become (txt villain era woot woot).

Let's break it down!

At the beginning, Soobin talks about a breakup and how he is caught up in that painful moment. He is looping this moment in his head like a never-ending sequence:

These opening lines are critical in establishing our protagonist's mindset. We see someone who is grappling with change, and with a heavy heart at that.

A scene like this typically evokes empathy, and indeed on first and second listen you do genuinely feel sad about his pain.

The narrator goes from cycling through the pain of his breakup to then entering the first chorus with a repetitive cry begging for a second chance:

It is here that the audience recognizes the first signs that this narrator may not be a reliable lens to see the story because he's a little unstable.

How can we tell? The repetition here is the giveaway.

Repetition is a rhetorical technique that acts as a hyperbolic device to accentuate feelings. He could have just said all of that one time, but saying painfully and stay for me several times adds an emphasis and undeniably centers the audience on the emotions captured in each line. In this case, we recognize a pleading tone - a boy facing rejection and attempting to negotiate.

It's hard to trust characters whose account of events are so intricately tied to their self esteem and self worth. Does he really want a second chance? Or is this now something personal that he needs to vent to an audience, unaware of how self pitying he actually looks?

As the song continues, we witness the narrator slowly losing his composure. Soobin's line in the chorus hints at this tonal shift:

You in the faded film, your gaze that erased me

Here he frames the ex-lover as the reason for his plight: you are the one who erased me . Moments before he was begging for another chance. It's classic manipulative ex material: projecting sadness and weakness into bitterness and resentment - anywhere to place the blame than acknowledging the reality and finality of the breakup.

The second half of the song carries over with the tonal shift when Beomgyu asks:

Why'd you laugh?

His voice is more assertive now, hurt and scathing. It's also at this point that we notice our protagonist is becoming more scattered and less focused. He mentions a calendar that's taking a step backwards and that it's "driving me crazy". Even our narrator recognizes he's sort of spiraling and yet he feels he cannot stop it. If this wasn't enough, we see Soobin contriving a narrative that his ex deceived him:

He's trying to make sense of his pain but in doing so he's simply creating a story that alludes to his ex-lover being at blame.

The song reaches an absolute highlight during Taehyun's bridge:

The transformation from hurt to disillusioned is complete here. Taehyun goes from being in pain to fully evolving that pain into anger and resentment and reaching an epiphany: fine, if you want me to be the bad guy in this situation, I'll be your bad guy. If it weren't clear enough just from the vocals, he emphasizes this point even more by repetitively saying blame on me.

We know he doesn't actually think he's done anything wrong. It's all rather caustic and bitter.

And the chef's kiss? The choreography here. Right as Taehyun starts to break out of his despair, the members collapse on the floor around him, scattering lifeless before curling in on themselves, seemingly in pain.

As Taehyun finishes his part, they lift themselves up like from the grave, reborn into a new persona. Might I add that even Yeonjun's closing "oh yeah" has a devious ring to it.

Our narrator has accepted his fate, that he cannot get his ex lover back, but he can destroy the previous version of himself to escape from reality a little longer. Sound familiar? Oh yeah, guess what the next track on the album is: Good Boy Gone Bad.

Do y'all see how insanely clever this narrative setup is? It flows with such ease throughout the album. And that was literally just me rambling about ONE SONG!! THERE'S SO MUCH TO TALK ABOUT HERE IT DRIVES ME CRAZY anyway I hope any of this made sense and I'd appreciate any insights you all have from this album or this song!

[box-architecture]

i really love your comunication knife au. it's so interesting and has it's wholesome moments. Especially for how the three have really different dynamics with it's fucked up and cute details. I love your cpunz so much!! i really like the warden!dream au with c!Q and c!Sam bc it's so fucked up but so good too. And also the idea of c!Q trying to sell c!dream's milk it's kinda funny

I thought "yes I will respond to this very coherently and well thought out" but actually I got a bad grade in Talking To People so you're getting this meme. Does this convey my affection. You're receiving love and warm blankets. Unless its Hot where you are. Then you're getting an air conditioning.

Listen Listen. You See. cPunz is objectively so fucking fun as a character. He knows he's hot shit and is fully confident in who he is as a person. He likes to murder people and there's no tragic sad reasoning for it he's just Like That. He feels emotions, like anger, so strongly but he's a master of schooling his expressions because he needs to be. Things have to be a certain way for him, no he can't tell you Why things need to be like that they just Do.

He doesn't need to wear a mask or pretend around Dream because Dream accepts him fully for the ride or die madman he is, and Punz can't lose him and live in a world where no one sees Punz, only The Mercenary only Just A Guy Who Exists only shallow smiles of friendliness but never any deeper connections because Punz is a complex and complicated person, but no one wants the Punz who complains about poor quality in jewelry, or the Punz who Hates being late to appointments, because the part of him that likes making contracts, likes things A Certain Way considers being late A Breach Of Contractual Obligation.

They don't want to put up with his quirks, his insistence on runes being carved into his friends armor, because he's got old superstitions from when he was a kid, and even if the runes he's got aren't enchantments, it makes him feel better to know he's personally carved the rune for 'protection' into their armor. Its about how Punz can and will read the trashiest novel specifically to highlight and mark it up and explain Why it sucks and how it could be improved, and he will infodump about it for hours if you let him, but only Dream does anymore, only Dream will look over his shoulder at Punz's work and ask in depth questions and let Punz ramble, genuinely makes time for Punz to be himself. Wears armor with runes that don't glow with power but were placed with love and care, and has learned to show up on time or a few minutes early because he Knows its important to Punz. People don't want to know Punz, they just like what Punz can do for them.

This was just a really long ramble that can be tldr into Punz Is Autistic. To Me.

Next time I'll ramble about the Neurodivergent Triangle and how Dream is ADHD and Sam is OCD probably. Listen its Important for you to understand the intricacies of Sam's OCD-

Ok listen you know Quackity is the sort of problematic man who would look at the stupidest shit and think "how can I turn a profit out of this" because his inner capitalist can't be contained. He's the level of cringefail man that attempts to run an mlm and ends up with 600 products he can't get rid of because no one on the server uses fragrances except Hannah who is a living fragrance diffuser that constantly smells like flowers occasionally tinged with copper. He has decided not to sell to her.

[aarcanevillains]

The truth doesn’t hurt

Masterlist

Peter, after a realisation with his cousin, finally tells Erik the truth- and it’s a better reaction than he expected.

Warnings: none | cousin OC

Peter stared down at his cousin’s son, the six year old babbling about his newest obsession while Lili cooked the trio dinner. James, like Peter, was growing up without a father- and just like Peter it wasn’t really by choice and for some reason that stung more than usual today. His heart ached for his cousins because he realised something… Peter at current had the choice to change that.

Erik Lensherr is his father. Magneto is his dad.

According to Liliana at least James’ father isn’t a major terrorist so points to her he guesses.

He blinks down at the kid who is now staring blankly at the TV, a long day at school finally catching up to him again it seems.

“Pietro, James. Dinner!” Lili called, that soft polish accent loud and clear as she did (the proud Eisenhardt accent Peter’s uncle- his mums brother and Lili’s dad- would say)

“Coming Mama.” James called back.

Peter zipped the two into the kitchen, James giggling like a madman as he did, settling them in for dinner.

“Thanks for watching him today Pete.” Lili said for what was probably the tenth time since she came home from work. “But… are you okay?”

“Yeah I’m okay why wouldn’t I be okay I’m perfectly fine.” He said at what many would say was a fast tempo (which he would then say it was Andante at most thank you).

“Because you haven’t said a word since James started talking about dinosaurs and you love those giant lizards Kyzun.”

“Ah.”

“Pete quiet today.” James interrupted, food being shovelled into his face at an alarming rate- where Lili definitely didn’t shoot him a scathing glare at that. Peter only shoots one back that says *after James goes to bed*.

And so he waits till then to ask for her opinion on his troubles.

“Just been thinking.” He admits and waits for the usual teasing jab they would share but she’s quiet, listening. “I have the chance to tell Erik he’s my father and I haven’t taken it yet.”

“Why is that?” Liliana asks with a frown.

“I don’t know… I’m scared?” He shrugs. “Either he’ll think I want to replace Nina or he’ll hate me because I’m.. well I’m not the best son in the world so…”

“I’ll rip him to shreds if he thinks that. Peter there isn’t anything wrong with you for one and for another you know it’s the right thing to tell him.” Lili pats his arm. “You said family is important to him yeah?”

Peter nods slowly.

“Then let him know he isn’t alone.”

“I know I should… but what if Erik is already gone when I get back to the mansion?”

“Then you make the bald man find him and you tell Erik everything. You make sure he doesn’t leave until you tell him.”

Peter stands, pushing down those nerves threatening to stop him for the thousandth time.

“I’ll tell him tonight.”

“Give me a call tomorrow about it yeah?”

“Yeah.”

His palms were so fucking sweaty.

Like really fucking sweaty. Worse than Alex trying to drill Scott on the plasma beams and accidentally burning a few (a lot of) really expensive antiques and then Charles going on a rager about how fucking stupid this idea to train inside the house, away from the bunker, was while Kurt stared into your soul for ruining a perfectly good book case… no his brain was not trying to plan an escape route.

His knuckles hit the door before he knew it, three sharp knocks surprising even himself as he heard the door unlock and creak open.

“Peter.” Erik said as way of greeting.

“Hey Erik.” Peter said in kind. “Uh…”

“Do you need something?”

“No-yes… yes I need some help.” His shoulders dropped. “It’s really important and uh.. can I come in?”

Erik frowned in contemplation before moving to the side. Peter was never this�� scared to look someone in the eye and Erik was half ready to call out for Charles should the boy do or say something worrying or dare he say stupid.

“How can I be of help?” Erik asked after some long seconds of silence. He was notably irritated which only made Peter more nervous, he felt sick even.

“I was babysitting my cousin’s kid and I got to thinking… he’s gonna grow up like me.” He started, easing into the plan he had haphazardly thrown together.

Erik’s irritated stare softened a little. Peter was sharing personal information, according to Charles Peter didn’t like to share that sort of thing unless it was something… fun.

“Like you?” The metalokinetic prodded.

“Without a father figure.” Peter gulped. “And like me it’s not really on purpose. Neither of our dads even know we exist but Lili… she wants James’ dad to know- she just doesn’t know how to find him and she fucking tried.”

“I do hope she can find him then. I imagine anyone would want to know if they had a child. I certainly would… family is important no matter the circumstances.” Erik sat on his bed, patting it down for Peter to join him.

“You would want to know?” The speedster said quietly. Erik only nodded. “I found my dad.”

Erik’s brows rose, a smile tugging at his lips.

“That’s excellent, no? Have you told him?”

“I haven’t, I’m just… I’m scared.”

And though Erik still wandered why Peter came to him, thought he could be of any help he placed a hand on the twenty-six year old’s shoulder and squeezed. “Why?”

“He’s a… powerful mutant… Because he lost his new family not that long ago. Because he scares a lot of people.”

“Does he scare you?”

“Not anymore.” Erik nodded again. “What would… how would you react if I came up to you and said hey… I’m your son and I’m twenty-six but you’re my dad!”

Erik frowned, not expecting that kind of question.

“Well I would not be disappointed. Perhaps miffed I did not know sooner and angry that I hadn’t been there for you because and know this Peter I would have raised you.”

Peter’s brown eyes widened, something shining by the corner of one that Erik suspected was a tear and his heart well… it aches for the man.

“Do I know your father?” Peter seemed to freeze at that before tentatively nodding. “Practice what you want to say, with me I mean.”

Why was Erik doing this for him? Peter was so confused and yet relieved all at once before snorting out a laugh. He nodded and turned to face him.

“Twenty-eight years ago you met my mother. Dated for a little under two years and after your break up and her move to America she found out she was pregnant with me and my twin sister… my mama is Polish you see so I actually have a traditional name- Pietro.” The slight crease in Erik’s brow told Peter that something had started to click. “She decided to americanise our names for school but anyway… her name was Ma..”

Peter gulped.

“Ma?” The former terrorist tried to joke, to make Peter feel better. “You’re doing well so far Peter, a strong start.”

“Her name was Magda Eisenhardt.“

Erik felt a twist in his chest, a lurch in his gut. He knew that name.

Peter’s mother is Polish… Peter’s real name is Pietro- a name he and his former partner had cooed over once they heard it. Magda… Magda Eisenhardt.

Peter’s silence seemed to be louder than any other sound, than when Banshee would scream or when any explosions echoed.

“But… Maximoff?”

“Mama remarried, we took his name and now I have a little sister.” Peter said quickly. “Her name is Anya but my twin is Wendy which is actually-”

“Wanda?” Erik pulled Peter in for a tight hug. “Like Magda’s mother’s name.”

“Yeah.” Peter relaxed into his father’s hold.

“Thank you for telling me. I wish… I wish you had told me sooner I would have-”

“Stayed?” Peter quipped.

“Yes. I would have tried to stay.”

“Don’t force yourself to stay.”

“I have a son… a daughter.” Erik pulled back, looking at Peter- Pietro… he looks like Magda, he looks like him. “I still have family.”

“Yeah. Yeah you do.”

After moments passed and both men had taken deep breaths Erik asked quietly.

“Your cousin? Is she Aleksey’s daughter or through your step father’s sibling?”

“Uncle Aleksey is still alive and kicking but yeah Liliana is his. He’s still a great brother for ma…”

“And she has a son?”

“James.” Peter smiles brightly. “A six year old with more energy than me some days.”

“I think.” Erik starts. “If you’d allow it I’d like to get to know you, your sister- my daughter- and your family if they would too.”

Peter smiles. He hadn’t expected the immediate warmth, the utter joy on his fathers face the fact that Erik didn’t think he was trying to replace Nina.

Lili was so going to make fun of them both for crying on each others shoulders.

Worth it!

[beevean]

https://youtu.be/esYWVXrAeyA?si=CDDDS7irx3n6_SW2

Correct me if I'm wrong but this is literally the first scene we see of Isaac after the timeskip right?

It's so cool when character development happens off screen and we are left with the character just talking about it :)

Imagine watching the show in real time, having to wait a full year after Isaac's story in S3 only to open with this

Yep!

And for posterity sake, here's the last scene we see of him in S3, after he kills the wizard:

And to this day I cannot understand the thought process of this man.

He blazed through the village cackling like a madman and happily turning the brainwashed villagers into Night Creatures, because he really wanted that damn mirror. Then he killed the wizard, who might as well be a monster for the amount of personality he displayed. Those people were alive (Miranda says that the wizard "cooked their soul into ash", but also admits that in order to defeat him, Isaac would have to kill them), and Isaac let them die without a thought because hey, new creatures for his army - he orders his Night Creatures to not maim them or eat them, so it was for that express purpose. Then, after he finds the mirror, instead of immediately crossing the threshold since nothing else is stopping him, he decides that he'll keep killing people (?), but leave the city standing, to allow other people to live in it one day, a dream apparently not even he believes in...? Then he wastes six weeks, when without the mirror he would have taken two weeks to reach Styria, nullifying with his own hands the point of getting the mirror in the first place: if before that was the only reason he even cared, now he has decided that "killing [the wizard] felt just". And after taking six weeks off-screen to think, now he's all about mercy and purpose and burying the people he killed because "everyone here was a victim"?

(this feels like Lenore's non-apology. They "were victims", huh? Of who, Isaac? Which two people in particular caused all this innocents to die? How convenient.)

I feel genuinely stupid. What prompts him to change his mind so quickly? Isaac in S3 does nothing but flip flop between listening to wiser people who tell or show him that not all people are bad, and immediately deciding that believing it is insanity because he meets some guards who want to do their job. I don't. I don't understand what clicks in his head. Why didn't he use the mirror as soon as he found it? Why did he decide right then to "take his time to think"??

My guess is that he eventually takes to heart the words of the Captain, who more or less said "yes, humans bad, but also humans good, also how about you rule the region after you conquer it", and decides he doesn't want to go insane like Miranda or the wizard. But it doesn't come across the screen at all, and again, that stupid time skip makes things too convenient.

And I wouldn't even be this nitpicky, if I didn't point out how brazenly self-centered his speech to the dead wizard sounds! I know I'm meant to think he has come to feel guilty off-screen and that's why he wasted six weeks thinking about what he's done, but dude really sounds like he just feels awesome and he's riding the high of being so cool. Like he has decided, off-screen, to be constructive rather than destrucive not because he has come to realize the worth of human life, but because... well, wouldn't he be the coolest dude if he did so? And doesn't he deserve to feel good about himself? And if so, how can I buy the idea that he organically has come to realize his past mistakes and has become a better person?

I could tell you to watch the episode for yourself to draw your own conclusions, but considering the atrocious editing of S3E9 that mixes together Isaac's gigachadness, Trepha fighting a battle no one cares about, and Alucard and Hector getting sexily raped, it's very very hard to get the evidence I need without my eyes melting...

My thoughts when I rewatched the whole show still apply:

Isaac already had agency in S3. He decided to make himself an army and get revenge. These were his ideas and plans. What changed off screen are his loyalty to Dracula's memory, his ideals and how he no longer has any interest in destroying, but building. While technically I can trace back this to the conversation he had with the Captain, by then Isaac had already fallen into his "human bad" mentality, and nothing spurned him to make him care about humans' future. "I killed many people for many reasons, but killing you felt just." You literally killed people because you thought you were purifying the world. You literally murdered people in the name of your Lord and your Prophet. I don't see any regret about all the senseless death you spread in S3. It really feels like Isaac just wants to feel good about himself.

Isaac certainly changed, as he and Flyseyes and Hector so conveniently tell me. If you summarize his arc, it even appears to make sense: dude went from being a personality-less simp ready to die for his Lord, to a petty asshole consumed with thoughts of revenge and death, to someone who has finally understood the worth of his own life and is ready to move on. But when I look into the details, and by details I mean the very dialogue, I just can't make sense of it. And I am positive that his sudden swerve into "goodness" in S4 was not planned, but is due to his massive popularity in S3, much like Lenore getting woobiefied or Hector apparently gaining braincells or Alucard getting over his misanthropy in one episode.

and the time skip was a terrible idea and it sucks for every character in s4 and i hate it

[cannibalisticdespair]

kodaka

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Frankly? Don't hate him like much as the rest of the fandom seems to. Sure, he's imperfect. He's human. But like... I'm one of the only people who's sat down and done the math to figure out that Hope's Peak is a Unit 731 + Japan being in the Axis Powers reference. We have three numbered classes, one from one year and two from the other. The numbers are in order, and the extra class is marked with a B. Class 78, Class 77 and Class 77b. Which means class numbers are in order of since the school was founded and additional classes in one year do not increase the number.

Which means we can MATH! Class 78 is admitted in 2010, so we just get a simple subtraction problem out of this. 1932! Hope's Peak was founded in 1932 to foster and promote people who are naturally superior to everyone else and create the perfect human who is over all others. The Ubermensch. In 1932. Using fucked up evil science. In Imperial Japan. And they've always been government-backed for this reason. He stealthed that past all the censors. Japan really doesn't like to talk about shit like Unit 731 and he directly made a plot which is "Yeah, the Japanese government was doing evil eugenics science with human experimentation during World War 2 and never stopped, it's directly tied to the culture of talent and superiority in Japan, and that's evil." Like, literally, "our culture never actually moved on from the atrocities and the government is still fuckin evil". That's the core of Danganronpa!

And then, the social media landscape makes people go "I don't like this character as a person" = "This is a bad character", which is fucking stupid moron behavior. Wheatley ass motherfuckers. Haiji Towa. Oh, you mean to tell me that the billionaires funded both sides of the war and were complicit in genocide in order to keep and amass power, and are also child molesters? Wow, where have I fucking heard that before?! Like literally, "the world ended not just because of Junko, but because the predatory rich and powerful would rather commit genocide than lose power and wealth". Go fucking off!

Are there other things that are problematic? Sure. But like... the main one people get mad about is from 2010. I don't know how to say this without ripping off the bandaid. 1996 was 14 years before 2010. 2010 was 14 years ago. Sometimes, shit ages poorly. It was 14 years ago. You're judging 1996 writing by 2010 standards and expecting it to be to 2024 standards. I'm sorry, but that's unreasonable.

And also? I have some friends who know Japanese. Y'all ain't blaming NIS America enough. Japanese gendered pronouns are a bit different from English ones, and you know what nobody does in Japanese? Use masculine terms for Chihiro. NIS America are fucking hacks, y'all. "Genocide Jill" anyone? Gonta?! Yeah, the whole caveman speak? NIS AMERICA, THEY DID THAT. Also, they censored Komaeda's aborted love confession in SDR2. In the Japanese, that whole "I am truly in love with the hope that sleeps inside you"? Yeah he explicitly starts a love confession, USING FUCKING AISHITERU LIKE A FUCKIN MADMAN, and then chickens out at the last second from anxiety. Here's a literally decade old post translating it. Did I mention how goddamn old these games are? NIS. FUCKING. AMERICA. I could go on about hating them, but I think that if everyone knew they pulled that censoring gayness shit, y'all would start hunting them for sport by default.

As for V3... listen, Japan didn't even fucking know about the antis until a year ago. People tying it to that are just centering their own culture. What you actually have to do is know about Kamaitachi no Yoru, one of the popularizing works of the entire Visual Novel genre. In 1994. Well, technically you need to know about the sequel and some rerelease stuff.

See, the first game is a standard murder mystery VN. Nothing too remarkable there. The second game? The actors who played the characters in the based-on-a-true-story (in-universe) work of fiction of the previous game are invited to an island and events heavily mirroring the plot of the original murder mystery happen. Did I mention Chunsoft published this? Later they'd merge with the company Spike, forming Spike Chunsoft. Hmmmmmm.

Oh, but that's not what you need to know. WHAT YOU NEED TO KNOW IS THE EASTER EGG WEIRD SHIT IN KnY2 YOU GET FOR 100% COMPLETION! YEAH, IT'S THAT SORT OF SHIT! What is it? A lot of weird weird shit, but there's one really really really important part.

The Easter Egg takes the form of a secret message placed in the game by the writer of the games. It states that the franchise contains secret brainwashing programs to make people worship and venerate Chunsoft so that Chunsoft can take over the world But wait, there's more! It also claims, get this, that the fictional characters are actually somehow alive and suffering through the entire plot of the games, which is needed to make this brainwashing program, and the murder mystery games are created by just inflicting the plot on these living fictional characters.

Team Danganronpa is literally Spike Chunsoft. Danganronpa V3 is a sequel to a 100% completion easter egg from a different franchise that was extremely massive in the 90s and early 2000s in Japan and completely unknown in the west. YEAH. What. The. Fuck. It has nothing to do with fanpol, it has to do with a mindfuck horror story. Oh, and fun fact: that easter egg? Also the first known instance of a horror story involving the fictional characters coming out of the horrifying cursed video game and killing a person irl. V3 is a sequel to the very first gaming creepypasta, which was written and included in the very game it is about. Isn't that fucking insane?!

Oh, and the blue silhouettes from UDG and DR3 also come from KnY. And the boat scene at the end of DR3 is a reference to KnY2. Like, they end the same way. And of course, the brainwashing program stuff should sound familiar.

[katyspersonal]

I think I didn't send you an ask yet so here !

10, 13, and 24 for now !! :D

(Asks from this ( x ) meme)

10. Your favorite ost?

Oh, this is definitely Living Failures! It was the very first Bloodborne OC I've ever heard though. A friend that played From's games shared it with me and back then I didn't pick instant interest in the game (unlike how when I've heard Micolash's theme...), but the music was AMAZING. It was the coolest videogame soundtrack I've heard in years, and I sat until 5 AM that night listening to that track on repeat. Because it got me so hyped I've lost all sleep, that's why!!! Still remains my favorite track, just... absolutely unrivaled buildup, beautiful instruments, and of course, AAAAAAAVEEEEE AAAAVEEEEE STEEEEELAAAAAAR. When I was obsessed with that track back then I of course could not appreciate the lore significance and how well in conveyed the absolute reverence, anguish, yearning and desperation for salvation from the 'stars', so now I love it even more. It is one of the best tracks in the game, it didn't need to be attached to an epic battle to be epic.

13. A cut content you would have wanted in the game?

God, how this is even a question? Of course, OF COURSE, what else it can be other than...... ARCHIBALD'S [EXAGERRATED LIP-LICKING]-

sdfhfhsghfsd okay okay but seriously now xD There is... a lot of stuff. Almost all cut content of Bloodborne is removed in such an elegant fashion that you can sort of still discover how probable it is it upon vague clues... as if it wasn't removed, but hidden (Rom gurl what you doin THIS time). The perfect example is Annalise's unborn baby whose mention was patched out very early after launch, but you can still conclude it from how both Annalise and Arianna lose melanin in their hair and from that bloody trail leading to Annalise's under skirt area.

(patched out and only saved via screenshots)

However, it is for THIS reason why a lot of cut content of Bloodborne is BETTER stay cut - because it creates a more challenging lore riddle! Isn't it more fun to deduce a lore bit using your own observation and analytical skills, instead of just being told what happened exactly? From Annalise's unborn baby to 'if there is Flora would not there be a counterpart named Fauna?', things better stay untouched and create a mystery!

But there is a different kind of cut content as well, and I am talking about…

( x )

I owe this discovery to @val-of-the-north , and also I believe @nymerias-wrath confirmed this detail (she tends to know absolutely EVERYTHING about cut or patched out content so I'd recommend asking her for any clarification you ever need). It sounds like such a good idea! I presume the lake refers to the one Rom is guarding, and again, a bird chirped to me that you'd end up in the upside-down Byrgenwerth. (I really need to gather more solid sources now that I am talking about it...) I still adopt it in my ideas and make it so that Moonside Lake used to be the portal into the rest of Byrgenwerth (and that's how Edgar found Micolash), but Micolash 'closed' it when Edgar had dick brain moment and spilled him the truth just because he was a simp -_- And sent some of the Shadows he had serving him as Mergo's "dad" as a bonus loool.

Not to mention I fucking L O V E Micolash's cut dialogue soooooOOOOOOO fucking MUCH. Just… everything about it. I am, in fact, not all too happy about how we only meet him in the "end" of his way, already fully insane and gone, when cut dialogue suggests he STILL has a struggle left within him, between his human side and 'madman that only cares for higher plane' side (Adeline moment). It was just… so tragic. Like… I get that after everything player been through, meeting him SHOULD have been a comic relief moment so the player recharges and still has emotional energy to care about plot's culmination… There was just no room for the 'betrayal sequence' I suppose? …except there was, and I think the devs could have elaborated Nightmare of Mensis more, make us see Micolash as a friend NPC that we go back to during Nightmare questlines, someone that grows on us to the point we see him as Doll v.2 (maybe he could even level us up too, or give us special benefits in exchange of Insight). So, instead of recharging player emotionally with hilarity (or annoyance, depends on how you feel towards Micolash's "battle"), we could have been recharged by the fake sense of peace and comfort, see him as someone interested in freeing Mergo just as much… and then HAHA LOOSER GOTCHAAAAAA. The only good thing about the decision to make him more plain is that 'traitor' is the fact that betrayal sequence is THE ultimate imba of Tumblr sexymen, and if he did betray us, he'd have even STRONGER grasp on the simps. o_o hoooo boy… There'd be NO survivors....

24. Share a fond memories.

I presume this must refer to fandomry? Because every single moment of playing Bloodborne is already a good memory. xD Hmmm... I already mentioned that time when I got an anon ask on my 'formal' blog, saying 'can we get random alfred hcs'? I felt extremely honoured that someone wanted ME to share the ideas about a character they liked, especially when back then I was just an awkward asocial lore person in the fandom and didn't pose myself as a writer upon request, or just a writer. It is because I cherish that moment of trust so much I avoid saying unflattering things about Alfred despite having grievances with the character. x) It was just such a good memory that I never get tired of bringing it back!

I also have a very good memory of a certain day. That day I was able to catch my coworker stealing money from the cash register (!) and attempting to frame me (!!!), using nothing but my amazing detective skills, so I was already pretty hyped. I was ranting to Val about it in a VC over phone on my way home. And imagine how much more joy and unhinged happiness I felt, when during VC I opened Tumblr and saw the ask celebrating that 'finally good Doll takes are picking up and people are giving her a justice instead of seeing her as gross sexual object and then claiming to love her'. I am paraphrasing but you must recall that one because you clearly got an ask from the same person xD Just... one "victory" layered upon another, and I've felt such intense mania and CHEER, that the raw power of emotions made that day a blinding, bright spot somewhere in the record of my life. This is what happens to a mf when they barely ever feel real happiness and just pretend to look alive. Maybe it was not a big deal in retrospective, but it made me feel DRUNK in happiness. ...so drunk that my response was not very nice and more like 'HAHAHAHA MFKING LOOOOOSERS WHO IS THE BEST LORE PERSON NOW HUH FUCK YOU ALL I AM FUCKIN BALLIN'' that I still feel a bit guilty about ^^"" But it was one of my best memories nonetheless.

Out of a bit more personal stuff, I'd say that you and @heraldofcrow are a very fond memory, and also @jarognieva . You guys sticked with me through everything, even when I started to genuinely spiral to my worst and fully embraced the prospect of you all being sick of me, you still chose to stay mutuals. Seeing you grow from a shy user to someone with very elaborate ideas and a lot of passion was an absolute delight. And I've got to see how much your art improved over time, and how Crow started to draw. I am just glad that I got to at least see you guys get better and make more friends and improve your skills.... (and seeing how much I rotted Crow's brain with overly specific lore bits when I saw her insane theory ramblings about Vilebloods AHAHAHAHAHA.) Like... just watching you guys was a great experience, getting to talk with you and to exchange the ideas is even more than I could have asked for, but I am very thankful.

Also, of course, my version of Rom getting FANART. I cried pathetic unloved kid happy tears all three times I received it. Two drawings were done by Saintmic and another one was done by someone else who is, eh, a NOT fond memory now, really.

Though honestly, Saintmic was a very good fandom memory as well. I once posted a very creepy, weird remark on Micolash as a character and how he'd corrupt people with his cultist brainwashing..... and after some time I got a reblog from him with even WORSE (/pos) take. I was so surprised to see someone having an idea more disturbing than mine. And it happened later too, when I proposed the idea of Micolash not harming fertile females specifically because of his gross obsession with women and birth, and he added that in fact it was more likely that he just used women for rituals (especially their menstrual blood) when men were just cattle. I am dead serious. The creativity and lore just... increased so much as we were exchanging ideas, my lore got so much better, I actually owe my ultra super fantastic and elaborate portrayal of Micolash to him as inspiration and someone giving ideas and honestly knowing Micolash's very soul. Honestly, you can play a game of 'guess how much of my Micolash lore I owe that guy' and you will lose because you probably not estimate big enough. Ya'll just don't know what it feels like to be a weirdo, to feel avoided and shunned even by fellow Micolash simps for "disturbing" and "not sexy" ideas, to question whether I am just spoiling a beloved character with my monkey brain and then meet someone who just hits a blunt and goes all: 'I smell weakness'.

Basically I've found my Stitch yeah. When you get 'the creepy kid' side-effect in the autism drawbacks fortune wheel, you learn to cherish such things </3

Thank you for the ask!!!

[ohwell-itsme-but-danganronpa]

Hiii, Hello, what if I dropped an abandoned vent fic from February 2020 that's based off true events and didn't elaborate? Anyway: (vague and non-fanon) pre-game, one-sided saiou, angst, a note of saimota but not serious

The world stopped. No. He stopped. The world kept on spinning as if it wasn't over.

Actually wrong again, he didn't stop either for some reason. There was no sudden halt, in which he would freeze, heart painfully clenched in a second of utter horror, panic, despair, his world shattering. It was an over 20 cars pile up tragedy in slow motion that started with just two vehicles colliding. After that lots of others being unable to brake fast enough was inevitable on a highway of life.

He didn't know when it started, maybe like all kinds of evil it had roots in middle school. Technically, he knew it was not true, it started earlier, truly it started to be a problem later, well that's a lie too. It was already a problem in middle school, he just didn't acknowledge it at the time.

It could be that this whole situation was like thousands of domino pieces he was putting up ever since he first saw Shuichi in the kindergarten, so over twelve years of work on fragile construction, few segments has been in need of repairs before, but what happened this time was damaging beyond repair.

Or maybe he was just being overdramatic again, but it really did feel like he built up his own doom this way and just recently somebody knocked one of the dominoes down, the very first one and now the sound of them all clattering was echoing in his head for months.

Pretty sure that this somebody was himself and nobody else, too, but that doesn't really matter. What mattered was that now he was alone and pitying himself.

A year ago was an entirely different life, perhaps they were even different people, but he wouldn't say that, at the core people don't change after they aren't children anymore, some parts of one's soul can be only shaped in childhood and that's most likely a bad thing for them. Not to say that for everyone. Again, the life was definitely different, present feels like an alternate universe.

They were just entering a new year similarly to now and the saying that the whole year is going to be like the new year's eve might have been a curse. Honestly, he wasn't that familiar with it before, but after Momota repeated it so many times during one day it burned into his mind. It was just the three of them at Saihara's house, all eighteen, but no alcohol, because everybody knew it just wouldn't pass with Saihara's parents and at that time he didn't mind. God, it really was just a year ago when he was all stops against drinking ever, look at him now.

Ah, but not to waste time thinking about own alcoholic father, the thing about Saihara's parents is they're unpredictable as his mother is absolutely insane, and his dad is under her shoe. So, not to anger the beast they spend most of the evening quietly sharing sweets, listening to music and talking about the dumbest shit they could, but it was fun, it was what he was used to.

What happened with that damned can of peaches was probably some curse too, like, they totally should have given up on opening it after five minutes, but no. It wasn't like any of them to just give up, what was started had to be done, doesn't matter that they were too dumb to use can opener correctly. Momota tried helping with a knife, but eventually Saihara got frustrated and pulled the half way cut open lid with his bare hands. This goal fixated madman. Honestly, all of them.

Through the year they brought this story back too many times and incorrectly as a reminder of strength and determination instead of taking things too far. 

He only started to think of that day as a cursed one year later, comparing events from around midnight to last days of the next year. Which greatly upset him, because seeing such connections was his mother's thing. She was especially stuck on seeing meanings in dates of people's deaths or birthdays. Annoying.

Basically, he wanted to kiss Shuichi at midnight. It was stupid and he knew he was too much of a coward to actually go through with this. But emotions were high and they were having so much fun that he though that maybe, maybe he could do this.

He couldn't. He walked up to him, got close... and then backed out and played it off as a joke. Unfortunately, Shuichi is this kind of person that while usually reserved forgets himself while having too much fun and becomes some sort of insane.

He saw the shine of idea appearing in his eyes from up close. And then, before he could turn around to notice the whole thing, it was too late. What he managed to register was Momota looking traumatized, wiping his lips and muttering questions like "why?" and making general sounds of disgust and something almost like despair at losing his first kiss like that.

Ouma, too, felt like he lost something important while looking at Saihara who was laughing, carefree after delivering critical damage to two of his closest friends at once.

[villainsandvictimsalliance]

At this point the only thing left to do is to sit everyone one by one and explain slowly and with detail why and how Tomura isn't a reliable narrator and what it really means.

The reason it took Deku so long to reach Tenko wasn't arbitrary. It was not an accident. It was planned by AFO since day one and he succeeded to isolated Tomura from the world, rendering his efforts to communicate completely useless.

This (meta?) post is pretty long but you couldn't get it shorter, since I needed to connect a lot of the dots most people seem to be missing.

So here it is. Enjoy.

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— Let's talk about Tomura Shigaraki:

He was an abused five years old kid (I think?) who got his quirk after a beating from his father. The quirk in question is a mutation, not something common anf certainly nothing expected by his family. Besides, he had bottled up years of abuse and trauma, got the bad luck of decaying his dog first and reach a point of stress where that turned his hair of color. He couldn't even speak.

We know Tomura started thinking of himself as a monster when he was alone on the streets, after what happened with the Shimuras. We know too that he was in shock, unable to speak due the severity of his physical and psychological trauma. He was also blaming himself for his family's death (even when he had no control of his power or emotional state at the time) and he thought the reason no one would save him was because they thought he deserved it, because he was evil.

He was five years old.

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If that it's not enough to convince you about him being an unreliable narrator about his own nature and past, let me keep going.

On the chapters where we see his past, we can notice how AFO's point of view is clearly twisting the narrative. He retraumatizes Tenko (to the point of having the kid pucking and shaking on the floor) in order to shape his mind into a new identity: Shigaraki Tomura. AFO located the hands of Tenko's dead family over him to keep him unstable enough to need AFO constantly, incapable of healing. He gave Tenko a new name, dressed him in black, convinced the kid that he'd find peace in destruction (not mentioning that it wouldn't last for long) and sent him to kill.

From that point on, Tomura became a prisoner.

Which in other terms means the Tomura you met at the beginning of the manga is what AFO wanted everyone to see. A manchild, someone to don't listen to, a madman, a menace with no real purpose, a loser, too anxious and unstable.

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Say you want symbolic proff, right?

AFO gave his surename to Tomura as a claiming mark of that being his next recipient. It wasn't paternal, it was a man shopping for a new body once his was old and dead. If you payed attention to the manga, you could recognize how Tomura's clothes slowly changed into AFO's clothes. His hair overcame multiple changes until they reassembled AFO's and he got surgery that not only made him suitable for the AFO quirk, but also made him look bulkier, like AFO. There are other details like Tomura being drawn in parallels to certain AFO's stances, or Tomura losing even his pupils, and big facts like Tomura being outright possessed, c'mon.

The placements of the hands (something I have repeated multiple times) is not accidental either.

They hands on the back of his head is keeping it down, along with that one on his shoulders, arms and neck. Keeping him in place. Grounding him as chains would. They get destroyed when there's no need to hold him back anymore (funny enough in the same fight his clothes change to look like AFO's and when Gigantomachia accepts him as his master).

The hand on his face is special because it's the thing he hates the most, Father. The symbolize a will keeping him away from the world, blinding him, suffocating him, covering even his mouth. People won't listen or see Tomura for what he is and it is Bakugo who knocks that hand for the first time. Not because Bakugo was seeing him, but because Tomura was being really vulnerable there. Tomura destroys Father several times, but we keep seeing hands overlaying his face as to symbolize he is not free yet.

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We start seeing Tenko and the real Tomura with the League of Villains, on Overhaul's arc a little and mostly on My Villain Academia.

I'll make a quick pause to mention from MVA on, Tomura goes most on the manga on a state of mind that is... Like dude. Fainting or severely sleep-deprived to outright possessed in various degrees. He's unpredictable to say the least but it allows us to break into the chaos of his mind.

Okay. Continuing.

With the League, we start seeing a side of himself that is more than a bloodthirsty criminal. We see that he cares about them, he's loyal. That doesn't come from AFO. We see he has hobbies, worries about the League and he pays attention to them. He trust and encourages them and values them closely, and doesn't hold them accountable for their own mistakes.

He gets his revenge for Magne, promises Toga he wouldn't destroy what she loves, compliments Twice and doesn't punish him for recruiting Overhaul and holds him down before panicking and warns them about a dangerous situation so he could protect himself (uffff!), plays games with Spinner and doesn't get mad when he complains about Tomura's leadership and values them just as much as everyone else on the League... Tomura priority was also to fulfill Mr. Compress wishes about food and find them some money, and he trusts Dabi blindly with operations, even shortly after their first meeting.

He seeks Deku to talk (in the most twisted way possible but c'mon, raised by AFO) and doesn't fall short on making rational criticism about the hero society. He explains his trauma to Ujiko and the League enough to make Spinner cry, noting that Spinner at that time was probably the most human of them all, the healthiest mentally.

Horikoshi intentionally makes you see how complex Tomura is so he can culminate with him tragically losing his consciousness and body to AFO on the War arc. Deku finally sees beyond AFO's disguise because he could connect with the Vestige world, but to everyone else? No clue they couldn't use or understand. It was all AFO.

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Tomura's character is driven by the desire to find peace and closure about what happened that night with the Shimuras.

For 20 years AFO (basically the only person in his life beyond Kurogiri, who was a nomu himself, and Doc Ujiko, who doesn't count) convinced him he would find peace if he destroyed (everything). Tomura did as instructed, only to find AFO was tricking him into becoming his new body.

There's a lot about how he strikes some hard truths about the hero society on the process, but essentially what we see is a misconception. He tells people "I want to destroy" and people says "so you must be evil" and they fight.

Because Tomura can't openly say "I want to find forgiveness for something I did on accident when I was five and I want to understand why no one helped me back them" so people could say "then you are searching for peace and acceptance and you are upset because society failed you, let's rehabilitate you".

You can't ask him to judge himself. You can't ask someone who doesn't understand the situation to judge him either. But we, as readers, we know everything and are outside the narrative, that's why we're supposed to root for him finding closure. We're supposed to root for Deku reaching him because that means Deku successfully breached the gap of miscommunication between victims or the system and the heroes that are supposed to help them.

Deku saving Tomura is a representation of the new era of heroism triumphing and defeating AFO's manipulation once and for all. It's supposed to represent hope for those the light couldn't reach and instead fell om AFO's hands, hope for the forgotten and invisible, a world where a quirkless kid can protect the ones who are like he were.

BNHA is a story about how dangerous miscommunication is, about how big problems come from little problems who accumulated over the years, how victims become abusers and abusers can be victims, how a smile is worth everything but we need to fight for all the smile around us, not just our own.

It is a story about duty and recognizing we are to blame and we need help and we need to accept our responsibility and deal with the consequences of our actions if we want things to get better.

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Tomura is an unreliable narrator because Deku is suppose to teach him all of that, like he taught Eri or Kota or Bakugo or even All Might.

AFO is the real villain because he doesn't want to be taught, he chooses to be blind. He ready once upon a time a story and decided everything was fiction and he could make up stuff and force people to believe it, if only he had enough power and influence to do so.

The story is not suppose to hand this to you word by word! You're supposed to make an effort to understand it. Yes, to understand every character including and especially Tomura Shigaraki.

I can't state this enough, but if you don't understand it now that I've explained it at length, better treat this manga as just another fighting story. Don't try to analyze the message blatantly ignoring what Tomura Shigaraki as an unreliable narrator means to it.

[cecilxa]

a dash of obliviousness and a pot full of feelings

summary: heizou's head over heels for someone who's failing to see

contents: flustered heizou, very much crushing heizou, very much oblivious reader, gn!reader, fluff, no romantic relationship between heizou and reader (yet), possible ooc heizou, pretend that he sometimes wears glasses

cw: nothing i can think of, tell me if you find any!

recommend listening to: like or like like by miniature tigers (just for the vibes)

a/n: sequel can be found here, very last part can be found here!

Heizou’s tired of you not picking up on his signs. How, how, how do you still not realise that he’s completely infatuated with you? How do you not realise that his teasing is so utterly truthful, just for you? Every time he sees you, he visibly perks up, a large grin on his love-sick face. Everyone knows about his silly little crush, apart from you yourself.

Constantly talking about your new mystery novels is a favourite hobby of yours, so how do you not figure out why he always ends up turning red whenever you come a little too close? You propose a temperature. Of course it’s not because he has a temperature, he scoffs, how would he have a temperature every day and not already be dead?

Coincidentally, Heizou also shares your obsession with mystery novels, always comparing himself to those famous detectives, but why can’t he solve the mystery of you?

You know that Heizou’s playful, you just underestimated how playful he could be. All those sneaky little hugs and hand-holding sessions had to be for some reason, you just couldn’t guess whatever he would need them for. He never acts this close or intimate with anybody else, so why is it only you? Sometimes, you even catch Heizou looking at you with a lazy smile, and you ask him time and time again why he’s so happy. Time and time again, he then turns red and composes himself before answering as suave as ever. You look at him curiously. Why is he flushed? Does he have a fever again? He should really get that checked out.

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Heizou’s working on a new case at the Police Station, wearing a new pair of glasses. He’s always on the field, so it surprises you to see him wearing them. Whatever would he need them for, always making up excuses to avoid staying indoors and analysing paperwork? For whatever reason, you admit that he looks nice. Different, but still nice. You say so to him, and Heizou feels like combusting on the spot. Mouth dry, heart pumping, blood rushing to his face, does he have another fever? Is there something wrong with you?

“Heizou? Are you okay?”

“Huh? Oh- uh-huh!”

You eye him strangely, “Are you sure?”

He’s not sure whether he has the strength to even say a simple sentence, let alone confess his feelings to you. A simple compliment from you flustered him that much. Maybe this was why you would never figure out his feelings. How was he supposed to profess his undying adoration and admiration when all he could spit out were some mumblings like those of a madman?

You acknowledge he’s acting peculiar, not like his normal self, but you shrug it off as a bad day for him, having to be cooped up inside. You know he’d rather be outside, investigating who-knows-what. Replying to his silence by walking to the door, remembering what you came to the Police Station for, you say goodbye to him, “Uh… okay then. Look after yourself.”

He watches you leave, a deep exhale coming out of his mouth, subsequently followed by a loud groan of frustration. How does a simple compliment from you leave him out of breath and tongue-twisted? He’s supposed to be calculating and sly, not like a bumbling schoolboy with their first crush! He doesn’t understand how one person could make him feel all sorts of things at once. He wants to try everything with you; whether dangerous or not. He’d willingly stay indoors just to be with you again, to have you compliment him again, just to hear your voice say his name again. Maybe he hasn’t confessed yet, but maybe he’s content just to bask in your oblivious presence. He’ll confess later, when he has the courage to do so.

Maybe.

[bteezxyewriter12]

My Perfect Everything

Pairing- Jimin x Named Reader

Word count- 2.6k

Includes- Jimin is insecure, reader is reassuring, sex, missionary, riding, love making, multiple orgasms, fluff

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J POV

Movement next to me wakes me out of the nice deep and comfortable sleep I was in

I feel myself being put on my side of the bed

I don't want that

I want to be in his arms

I half open my eyes and grab his hand before he can fully get up

"I'm sorry I woke you up princess. Go back to sleep ok?"

"Where are you going?", I ask groggily

"To the gym baby"

The gym?

Seriously?

What the hell time is it?

Lifting my head, I look at the time on my alarm clock

5 am

He's going to the gym at 5am?

Is he fucking joking?

"Min it's way too early. You just went to sleep at like two baby"

"I know, princess but I have to go."

I force myself to sit up

"Why do you have to go? You're on a break baby. There's no performances or events you have to go to. You can go later if you really want to. At, you know, a reasonable time"

He shakes his head, "I have to baby if I want to keep my abs and muscles"

My sleepy brain is taking a slow time absorbing everything

"But your...uh... ARMYS aren't going to see you or your abs Min. Why does it matter if you have them now? You never cared about maintaining them before when you weren't performing"

I've known him for a few years, since I met him when I worked at HYBE when it used to be BigHit

On off times, he's not so obsessed with working out or having abs

"I know but I need them"

Ok something is wrong

There's something he's not telling me

"Jimin, what are you talking about? Why do you need them? What's wrong?"

He shakes his head, "Nothing's wrong"

I move, sitting in front of him

Touching his gorgeous face, I gently turn it to me

"Baby what's wrong? I know you Jimin. Something is off"

He looks down, confirming my suspicion

"Baby you can tell me anything. You know that right?"

He nods

"So tell me. Why do you think you need abs and muscles?"

"For you", he says, looking up at me slowly

Me?

Why me?

When have I ever said he needs to have abs or muscles?

"I don't understand Min. What does working out and getting muscles have to do with me?"

"Because it's how you know me. When we got together, I had abs and muscles for the performances and I never let them go away."

I don't know what to say

I'm still processing what he said

Is he saying that he kept working out like a madman the entire year we've been together because he thinks I want him to have abs?

That's insane

"I'm scared", he says

My eyebrows furrow together, "Scared? Of what baby?"

"That you won't want me if I don't have them. That you won't be happy or attracted to me"

That is absolutely insane

And completely one hundred percent untrue

"Jimin no baby", I shake my head, "I don't care if you have abs or muscles or not"

"You don't?"

"No baby. Why would you think that?"

He gives a little shrug, "Because all girls like it? ARMYS do. They always want me to have abs"

That's not true

He's just listening to the ARMYS who are superficial

"Jimin, ARMYS don't care if you have abs or not. The ARMYS that say they care about that are superficial and just care about your looks. You don't have to have abs for anyone", I tell him, "And I'm not like all girls baby. I don't care about that"

He hesitates, then speaks, "Are you sure? You're not...not just saying that to make me feel better?"

Moving closer, I put my arms around his neck

"No Min. I'm not just saying that. I truly don't care ok? I love you Jimin. You. Not your abs or muscles. They have nothing to do with you"

His eyes are wide, his mouth hanging open a teeny bit

I'm wondering why he's looking like me like that when he says, "You love me?"

Oh my god, did I say that out loud?

By the look on his face I did

And it doesn't matter

I do love him

I've been so worried about telling him but now that it's out I'm not going to deny it

Cupping his cheek, I smile softly, "Yes Park, Jimin, I love you"

His mouth drops more and my god he's adorable

"I love everything about you. How cute you are, how sweet. How caring and loving. How funny. How romantic you are. How hard working, how giving, how amazing you are with the guys.", I tell him

He's looking at me like he can't believe I see all these things in him

"I love your beautiful brown eyes Min. You're gorgeous smile that lights up my day. You completely adorable crooked front teeth. You're cute pouty kissable lips."

I give him a soft kiss, then continue, "And you know what baby?"

He shakes his head

"Your abs and muscles you're so worried about are on the bottom of my list of things I love about you. Because I'll keep loving you without them. You are the first person I ever fell in love with and I'm not letting you go. You're my perfect everything just the way you are"

Tears prick the corner of his eyes and I move my fingers to wipe them away

"I much rather be with you, sleeping in your arms, cuddling with you than have you leave to work out for abs that don't matter"

He smiles softly, his fingers running in my hair, "I love you"

My heart bursts in happiness

"Yeah?", I ask shyly

"Yeah Jo. I was worried about telling you but I'm so in love with you. You're everything to me."

I smile happily, "I love you"

"I love you", he repeats

"Stay with me baby", I ask

He nods, "Always princess"

He lays back down and I move to cuddle him

He puts his arm around me as I lay my head on his chest, then move my leg over him and nuzzling against his neck, smelling his perfect scent

His fingers move in my hair, playing and relaxing me

"I love you", I tell him, hearing his heartbeat

"I love you baby. So much"

I'm so ridiculously happy

To hear him, the Park, Jimin from BTS say he loves me, he's in love with me is surreal

Out of all the girls he could have possibly chosen he picked me

A staff member

A nobody

I'm extremely lucky

I know I am, I will never deny that

He's just everything and I'm just me

"What are you thinking about?", he asks me

"Huh?"

"You're eyes aren't closed baby. You're just staring into space. That means you're thinking"

"How do you know that?", I ask

I do tend to stare into space as I think

I just didn't think he noticed

"Because I know you princess. I know everything about you"

I feel my cheeks heat up listening to him

I'm glad he knows me so well

"So what are you thinking baby?", he repeats

"Just how lucky and happy I am that you love me"

"It's not luck baby. You just are everything I ever wanted and more. Perfect for me"

"Do you really mean that?"

It's just so mind-blowing that he actually loves me

"Baby, look at me"

I lift my head, moving my gaze slowly to him

"I mean every word", he says softly, gently touching my cheek, "I love you more than anything. I've never been in love before either but I fell for you so damn quickly. You really are perfect"

I can't help but smile at him

"I love you Jo. Don't ever doubt it. Ever"

I nod, "I won't"

"Good"

"You don't forget that I love you. Not your abs, not your muscles. You"

He nods, "I won't baby. I promise"

He leans his head down, his lips against mine in a kiss

Falling into his kiss, he holds me to him as he gently rolls us, moving on top of me

Getting his shirt off, I throw one arm around his neck, playing with his hair

I love playing with his hair

Right now it's black and long enough for him to put it in a ponytail

And great for holding and pulling during sex, which happens to be a kink of his

I found that Jimin has a lot of kinks that I love to play into

Jimin's hands run down my body to my pj shorts, pulling them and my panties down, then taking my pj top off

I use my free hand to pull on his pj pants

"Off. Now"

He moves to his knees, getting out of his bottom clothes, his lips and tongue never leaving mine

He moves on top of me, his big thick cock sliding inside so easily

I moan in his mouth, my arms around his neck as he settles on top of me, his warm skin against mine

His arms move around me and I feel so safe

I always feel safe in his arms, safe with him

His hips start moving, pulling back then rolling into mine, his length filling me over and over again so slowly, pleasure all over me

He kisses me senseless as her moves, his thick cock opening me again and again, the stretch around him feeling so blissful

I clench on him hard, wanting him to stay inside and he groans so loudly, his hand dropping to my hip and holding on hard

Running my fingers up and down his back, I feel his skin tremble against mine

I love that and he's told me he loves it too

His lips break from mine as soon as his head hits my spot, a loud moan escaping my mouth, his mouth on my neck planting kisses all over

He moves so slowly and I can feel everything

His sweat on me, the way his back muscles move, the feel of his huge length inside me, every throb his cock makes, his hand on my hip

And his lips

Fuck I feel every single kiss he lovingly presses into my skin, never wanting him to stop

Moving my hand, I take his that's not on my hip and lace our fingers together, kissing the back of his hand

He lifts his head from my neck, smiling, then kisses the back of my hand

Grinding into me, the pleasure is so much and I'm so close, throbbing rapidly around him

He leans down to my ear and whispers, "I love you"

And that's it

Falling over the edge, I moan his name, the bliss so fucking good

"Jimin", I whimper

"I love you so much my baby", he whispers

"I love you Jimin", I cry, holding onto him, riding out the pleasure on his shaft that he kept inside me when my orgasm started

As my orgasm ends, he moves again, right into my spot, keeping me in pleasure

I feel my body shake against him and I can't stop it

His head lowers, his hand holding my breast up, his mouth around my nipple immediately, sucking softly

And that makes me drench his cock as I'm thrown into another orgasm right away

"Jimin. Baby", I moan, intense pleasure running through me

"You feel so good baby", he groans, his hips not stopping their movements, fucking me through it

When it's over, I breath in hard as he nuzzles into my neck, "Good baby?"

"Amazing", I breathe

It always is amazing

He's amazing

Now it's his turn

I want him to feel the same pleasure he gives me

Gently I push his shoulder and start to sit up, him sitting up too

Then I push him down, climbing in his lap, sitting right on his dick

"Oh baby", he moans as I begin to ride him immediately and slowly with soft bounces

His hands slide up my body from my hips and I close my eyes against his touch

His hands, his fingers feel so good on my skin

I arch into his touch, keeping my hand behind me on his leg as I ride him

His cock is perfect for riding and I'll never get tired of it

"God, you're so beautiful baby", he whispers

Opening my eyes, I find his eyes on me

Not on where we meet which is where his gazes usually is when I'm on top

He loves seeing his cock drenched in my juice, loves watching it disappear inside me

But right now his gaze is on my face, a soft look full of love in his

Love for me

It still blows my mind and I'm so grateful I have his love

His hands haven't stopped traveling along my body, touching the same spots over and over again

I'm so not complaining

I love his hands on me

"Cum for me", he asks

"But you're supposed...", I trail off when he shakes his head

"You first baby. I want to watch you"

I feel myself blush at his words

"Please baby. For me?", he asks and I just nod

I can't deny him anything

And it's not as if I don't want to cum

He feels too good to not

Circling my hips, I grind against him, clenching on him so hard

"Fuck baby, so good", he moans, "Don't stop"

Oh I won't

Not until he cums

His hand moves to my clit, rubbing softly, slowly, increasing the pleasure

"Jimin", I moan, waves of bliss falling over me as I orgasm

"Fuck, so pretty baby girl. I can't....I have to...", he stutters

"Cum Jimin. Please baby, fill me", I cry, wanting nothing more than to feel his cum in me

I fucking love it

"Baby, Jo, fuck yes", he moans

I keep riding him to make it feel better for him, his cock throbbing so pleasurably, his warm cum shooting in me

I watch him in so much pleasure, his eyes closed, his sweaty hair sticking to his forehead, moaning my name

He's so beautiful

He always is

Always so stunning even when he's just sitting and not doing a damn thing

I stop moving when he finishes, his body relaxing in the bed

Leaning over him, I press kiss after kiss all over his face, listening to his adorable chuckle

"I love you Min", I tell him, ending my assault of kisses with one to his plump pink lips

His arms move around my body, kissing me back, his tongue against mine

He rolls to the side, keeping me in his arms, laying next to each other

When the kiss ends, he looks at me, moving my hair behind my ear

"I love you Jo"

I can't help but smile, knowing I'll never get tired of hearing him say it

We cuddle into each other and I'm just content in being in his arms

"Ready to sleep baby?", I ask him

He nods, "Yes baby. I'm so ready, especially with you here and it's so comfortable"

"Good baby. And when we wake up later you need to turn whatever alarm you have on that woke you up at this ungodly hour"

He chuckles, kissing my forehead, "I will baby. I promise"

"Good. Sleep time baby"

"Yes ma'am", he laughs

"I love you Min. So much"

I feel his arms tighten around me, securing me to him

"I love you Jo. More than anything"

He presses a kiss to my lips, the lays his head on his pillow

Closing my eyes, I relax in my love's arms, hoping we can sleep all morning

[howl-fantasies]

Gothams villains in a haunted house

A/N - I absolutely love horror movies, especially when they’re about spirits. There are four kinds of people when it comes to this subject : those who deny their very existence, those who don’t give a sh*t, those who are yelling bloody murder as soon as they are hearing a creak after the film, and those who know everything about spiritual theories, purification rituals, ecc. Then, what about our dear Gotham villains? 

ED NYGMA / THE RIDDLER 

Uh… how should he put this…GHOST AREN’T REAL Y/N!

Yes there is a logical and scientific explanation about the creaks : house is old, hot water dilates the pipes and make some noise… Give him a minute concerning the levitating chair, he’s processing that. 

No, nope, nuh-uh… that must be a prank, there must be some wires somewhere. Or Oswald must have put something in your drinks. Or this is a collective hallucination. 

Will end in a corner in recovery position, after a poltergeist threw your things all around the room. Not from fear but because EdBrain.exe has stopped working, he doesn’t understand. Wipe the foam from his mouth and give him a min to reboot. 

When able to boot into safe mode, he will then see this as something he has to understand scientifically. Ok ghosts may exist but there must be a reason allowing them to manifest, like atoms, electromagnetic waves, something he has to record and document. 

Wouldn’t be afraid at all, just seeing the creepy things as a giant experiment : FASCINATING Y/N, have you seen how all the religious items reversed? How is that physically possible?

Dude, knock him out and run. You’ve seen enough scary movies to know that’s no good. Put the blame on the ghost later when he’ll wake up but save your asses. 

100% Would try to make a contract with the thing to scare the shit out of Oswald. 

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OSWALD COBBLEPOT

One creak and he would be screaming bloody murder, then accuse Ed, then scream again higher than any boys choir.

OH MY GOD Y/N WE NEED TO GET OUT! GET A BIBLE OR SOMETHING! CALL VICTOR TO SHOOT IT! 

Would cling to you like his life is depending on it, maybe it is, who knows what are this thing’s intentions. 

100% would cry when he would feel the bed shaking. 

Would only activated the survival mode if the ghost is touching one of your hair or make a move to attack his sainted mother’s picture. 

Then, be ready to see an already madman running and pulling you behind him to the kitchen and throw salt all around the room with a garlic necklace, YEAH you ALSO have to wear one, and throwing all dry herbs you have, so what if it’s parsley, maybe it has some bloody spiritual properties nobody knows about. 

Same goes with holy water, if you have a bottle, he’ll throw it everywhere still screaming bloody murder. 

At one point his screams might make you wonder if he didn’t get possessed, maybe when he was throwing cinnamon or something? No, no. It’s him, he’s just terrorized. 

100% will run to his car, call Butch and demand him to abduct another group of nuns to bring them here and deal with the problem. 

If nothing works, will call Firefly and order her to burn everything to the ground. 

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VICTOR ZSASZ

Well, probably one of the most lay back with the twins here. 

Why are you waking me up Y/N? Something happened? He doesn’t know, he wasn’t listening, since he was sleeping, for once it’s a good excuse... “I don’t know, shoot it or something, let me sleep.” 

100% would make the entity cry : shaking the bed? doesn’t give a shit. Throwing things around? Since he’s awake after the bed shaking, let’s sip at his milkshake and massage your scalp. An apparition “Say, Y/N if we have some fun like, right now, does it count as exhibitionism since the dude is dead?”

Ghost-san will 100% go to you then. Their mistake. As soon as they’d touch one hair, the thing would be hit by near 1,200 pages of Holy right in its transparent face. Talk about being touched by the grace…

Would 100% have a water pistol somewhere in his bag (I mean it’s still a weapon somehow, why wouldn’t he have one?), load holy water in it and annihilate the ghost. Like the snails in his garden, poor thing won’t see him coming, Victor would be the ghost here. 

If it’s a wicked demon, the evil dude would 1/ Run for its eternal life seeing that “oh my devil it’s Victor Zsasz! Nope nope nope”  2/ Would try to recruit him his his infernal army. “Pal, you have to come with me, you would do great things. Terrible! Yes. But great.” Thanks Ollivander. 

But since it’s not Falcone, Zsasz would just shoot it in the middle of its head then wonder if it counts as one or more for his tally. “What do you say Y/N?” “Wait a min, I’m still processing all of this dude.” 

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JONATHAN CRANE

Deadly combination here. Control your blood pressure or you’re gonna lose it dear.

Of course he’s not afraid, HE IS FEAR! 

Pretty intrigued by the phenomenon, would be in denial like Ed at first, even wondering if he’s still immune to his toxin but as it’s a ghost and not a scarecrow, that shouldn’t be the case. 

Then it’s real? What a discovery Y/N! First, let’s try to gas it, he would wonder if the dead still have fears. 

If it didn’t do something he would want to capture it to study it, let’s active the Ghostbusters mode and run after it. 

100% would see your boyfriend in his scarecrow pajamas running after the spooky ghost, who would be the one screaming bloody murder and cry, pleading you to help it escape the lunatic asking it what does it fears the most. 

If the ghost is targeting you… I don’t know, try to meditate, picture an ASMR zen garden into your mind, or just knock yourself out because if you show any sign of fear, your boyfriend would be thrilled. 

100% would take the ghost side to try to scare you… Breathe in and out, Y/N, blood pressure, knock yourself out, remember. 

If you beg your man enough or if he grew bored with your lack of reaction (best poker face of the year congrats dear), would run after it with his scythe like an obsessive maniac (see Grell running after Sebastian, you have it here.)

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JERVIS TETCH

Ghost? Haunted house? Must be Belphegor then, but why isn’t he in the Louvre? Or is he the phantom of the opera? Why the hell was he in your house then?

Yeah, wouldn’t fully grab the concept of ghost if not in classical literature... 

100% would ask it if he’s lost because he followed the white rabbit and lost his way home? Did he listen that loony Cheshire Cat? Poor entity would rip his hair out in frustration because of your own lunatic boyfriend. 

Tetch would try to hypnotize it but will start to panic if the ghost isn’t receptive to it. “Why it doesn’t work my dear Y/N? Do I have to call the Red Queen to have it decapitated? Oh no better, I’ll call the March Hare, he’s a creep specialist after all! He would know what to do!” 

Would call Scarecrow and be utterly displeased when the boy will tell him to try to capture it and bring it to him. That’s not polite, Mister ghost and you haven’t even have any tea before, that’s bad manners Jonathan!

If hypnotizing is working, be ready for a late night show. Don’t panic, lay back grab some pop corn and “Oooh!” and “Aaaah” Your narcissistic man would appreciate.

If the ghost is trying to attack you, he would still make tea but with salt cubes in it and holy water as a base. Always be polite when you’re lethal, that’s basic. 

Would 100% try to exorcise it with his Alice in Wonderland book, doesn’t work but great confusion for the Ghost he wouldn’t understand a thing and froze trying to process why, by the holy power of the Dormouse he has to go inside of the tea pot and let the two of you in peace?!

Would hypnotize a priest or nuns or the mail man, anybody to buy you two time and be able to run out of the house. 

If the ghost takes his hat, then its war.

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JEROME VALESKA

Can ghost laugh to...well not death, but you get the idea?

Jerome would be skeptical at first when your bed would be shaking. “Did you try to prank me with the bed Y/N? Not very creative everybody knows of the thing...” Oh you didn’t? He’s glad cause it was pretty lame. 

Then he would scold the ghost for being boring. What kind of fun is that? No explosion? No chaos? No proper abduction?! And it dares to call itself a poltergeist?! 100% would try to carves a smile on his face with a crucifix, who knew dead could yell that loud...

If the entity try something on you, he’d not be too please cause it’s ignoring him and his scolding. Would scold you too cause you’re shaking when there’s no reason to. “Then what, he’d reverse all the religious items? We already saw that pal, no imagination here, it’s just an awful déjà vu you know!”

If it’s a demon, the thing would run while crying from frustration or, like Victor try to recruit him. But since Jerome is his own show and doesn’t work for anyone aside of himself for the sake of fun, the evil being will still finished with a forced and bleeding smile on his face. 

Would be the only one who managed to capture it, and it would be one hell of a night. 

Would definitely make you wake everyone up just to see him perform a prestidigitation show, so what if it’s 3AM?! You know what, even better, let’s capture Brucie and Jimbo to make a special show for them. Say goodbye to your night... 

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JEREMIAH VALESKA

Pretty much like Ed at the beginning. Ghost? Are you kidding him? Look it must be an earthquake which is making every item fall on the floor.

An apparition? Crap you and him must have inhaled some toxic gas, shouldn’t have stayed that long on the shore, look what it does to you!

When he would FINALLY understand that it IS a ghost, he would froze like an Internet Explorer’s page. Not even blinking. He’s lost. His entire life was a lie. 

You would have to do the job with Ecco my dear. And she wouldn’t help that much since the bullet in her head seems to slow her thinking. “Can’t shoot him Ecc’! It’s ALREADY DEAD!” 

Put a bible in her hands or, like Victor, a holy water pistol and she might be useful. 

If the ghost attacks you and you’re injured, Jeremiah will be back. 

Ok, time to remember all Ghostbusters gadgets and do some real engineering here, he would be the only one able to invent something able to kill this ectoplasm sack. 

Would keep it somewhere to see if it could be an energetic source, or if the messing with technology ghost thing can be useful in his evil grand plan. 

“Stop shaking dear, I dealt with it an hour ago, you’re just wasting energy.” 

Don’t even try to talk to him, he’s scheming like a madman now, mumbling about abducting Bruce, and use a real ghost to scare the hell out of the boy with the help of Jonathan. Do something productive and go search for another one dead buddy in the house would you? 

[charzard-lord]

You’re The Mystery I Need To Solve (Doctor/Reader) Part Eight END

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Drama, angst, fluff, language, brief mentions of blood and needles, minor moment of negative self talk but nothing too serious

Key: 🎭💣😋❤☂️

Pairings: Eleventh Doctor/Reader

Summary: You've had several dreams about a madman with a box and when you finally meet him in real life, you realize that something is very wrong. For some reason, the TARDIS doesn't react well around you. In fact, it seems to completely stop working and turns into a regular police box. The Doctor is terrified yet fascinated, and completely determined to solve this mystery.

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight (you are here)

Taglist: @iloveangstposts​

A/N: AHHHH!!!! IT’S FINALLY DONE!!!!! And I’m posting a little early as a special treat. I’m so excited for you guys to read this chapter! I’ve really enjoyed writing this story. I might come back and edit these parts eventually, just to make the syntax and grammer better, but no promises. Thank you so much for reading this far and for all your support! I hope you enjoy reading this part as much as I enjoyed writing it! Sending you lots of love! (P.S. I will start working on the last requests I got now that this story is finished. I still won’t be taking any new requests for the time being, but I will work on the ones I was sent.)

You toss and turn. Vivid, nightmarish images greet your eyelids each time you close them. Terrifying creatures, big needles, excessive amounts of blood, and all other kinds of violent things are all that you see. Sleep will be nearly impossible at this rate. 

With a defeated sigh, you move to get up, only to realize that you are still in massive pain. A silent whimper escapes your throat as you realize how helpless you truly are. You want to call out for someone, but you’re afraid the Doctor will show up, and that would be way too awkward right now. 

Seeing no other viable option, you decide to take a chance and call out for Amy, hoping she is somewhere nearby. Lady luck must be smiling down upon you, because no more than 30 seconds later, she comes running into the room. 

“Is everything alright?” she looks a bit frantic, obviously concerned for your wellbeing, and you smile. It’s nice to be cared about. 

“Yes and no,” you reply, as Amy moves to take a seat next to your bed. 

“How so?” she asks.

You explain the troubling images that you see every time you try to rest your eyes, and the way your whole body still hurts like hell. You purposefully leave out your conversation with the Doctor, not wanting to think about that at the moment.

She listens intently and nods, thinking hard, before an idea seems to pop into her head. Her eyes light up and she stands quickly, saying she’ll be right back. She exits the room in a hurry and you’re left sitting there, completely dumbfounded. 

She returns a few minutes later with a small glass bottle, filled with a strange liquid. She pushes the bottle into your hands and you take it, examining it curiously. 

“What is it?”

“It’s this incredible medicine the Doctor bought for me at an alien market. It doesn’t heal you instantly, but it speeds up the recovery process a lot. I had forgotten about it until now. I once broke my wrist during one of our trips. I drank a bit of this and I was completely healed in a week! It was amazing!” she grins with excitement, clearly wanting you to give it a try as well. 

“How much do I need to drink?”

“Just a small sip will do,” 

You unscrew the lid and sniff the contents. It smells surprisingly fruity. 

You glance at Amy, who is still smiling encouragingly, before taking a small swig. It’s sweet, with just a hint of bitterness at the end. It’s not bad, for a supposed medicine. 

Almost instantly, you feel some of the tension melt away. You still have some pain, but it seems a bit duller than before. You also notice how much more relaxed you feel. 

“Wow, I feel…” 

“Really chill, right?”

“Yeah, super chill,”

“That’s one of the side effects. It makes you relaxed. Also, some people have good dreams as well. I thought it’d be worth a shot,” 

“Thank you,” 

“Of course! Anything for a friend,” 

A warm feeling builds in your chest. You’re not sure if it’s the medicine or just knowing that you have a friend as amazing as Amy, but it feels almost euphoric. 

You smile at her and she returns the gesture, before suddenly, you feel very sleepy. Amy seems to notice and gently takes the bottle from your hands, says goodnight, and leaves the room, just as you fall into a pleasant dream. 

***

You wake feeling happy and refreshed. You’re not nearly as sore as you were last night and your thoughts are in a much better place. In fact, you don’t feel any pain at all. You make a mental reminder to thank Amy again when you see her. 

You get up without any hindrance, a huge smile on your face. Throwing on a light sweater, you make your way down to the console room. There is a definite pep in your step, so much so, that you’re almost skipping. You feel incredible! 

“Good morning!” you exclaim, greeting both the Doctor and Amy, your smile still ever present. 

“You seem to be in a good mood,” Amy says, walking over to you. The Doctor gives you a passing side glance but remains silent. 

“Yeah, that medicine you gave me is wonderful! I feel completely fine! No more soreness or pain anywhere,” you bounce happily before the Doctor is suddenly in front of you. 

“May I?” he asks, reaching out for the bandage on your neck. You are slightly surprised at his abrupt appearance, but you nod your head in confirmation. He avoids your gaze, instead choosing to focus intently on studying your neck. 

He tenderly removes the bandage and examines the area, his eyes widening in shock. He moves back slightly before coming closer and running his fingers gently along where your wound was. You shiver involuntarily at his touch, causing the Doctor to briefly meet your eyes. He looks away just as quickly and steps back, clearing his throat awkwardly. 

“You’re healed. Completely. No trace of the wound at all,” he makes his way back to the console and continues working on whatever it is he was working on when you entered the room. 

“What? But how is that possible? I mean, I know the medicine I gave them is powerful, but there’s no way they could’ve healed that fast,” Amy is astonished (as are you) but the Doctor seems mostly unfazed. 

“I don’t know. I’m guessing it has something to do with their extraordinary abilities,” he turns to look at you as he continues with,

“You keep finding new ways to surprise me,” his expression is almost melancholic, but he looks away before you can get a good read on him. 

The next few days pass rather uneventfully. The Doctor monitors your condition and you spend time with Amy, reading, talking, and drinking lots of tea. 

You’ve just finished having a ‘tea talk’ moment with Amy, when the Doctor calls out your name, beckoning you to the console room. As soon as you enter, he starts rambling like mad, still refusing to look you in the eye. 

“And so basically, I think I’ve created a way to keep you off the radar,” you really weren’t listening to anything he said, but his last line catches your attention. 

“Off the radar?” you repeat and the Doctor nods his head, grabbing something from the console and making his way over to you. 

“Yes. I still don’t fully understand your powers, but I think I’ve learned enough to create a dampener of sorts that will prevent other ‘interested parties’ from tracking you down,” he looks up at you for a brief moment while simultaneously reaching for your hand, as if silently asking for permission. You nod in approval and he delicately slips a silver band on your ring finger. 

“Oh,” is all you can say, heat rising to your cheeks at the implications of him putting a ring on your finger. 

“And I’m sure now,” he continues, meeting your gaze, “I’m in love with you,” his words make you draw in a sharp breath. You’re certain your face is as red as a tomato at this point. 

“Oh,” 

Is that really all your brain can muster up? He just confessed his love for you and all you can say is ‘Oh’? You want to smack yourself. 

“You don’t have to say anything,” he says, seeming to sense your shock. “I don’t expect you to return my feelings, I just wanted you to know,”

You simply nod your head, not trusting your own voice. The Doctor gives you a small smile before returning to the console to work on… whatever it is he does at the console. 

For a moment, you’re frozen in place, unsure what to do next. Bless the stars that Amy decides to make an appearance at this very moment. 

“So,” she says, as soon as she walks in, “where are we going next?” 

***

For the next three weeks, you train intensely to hone and manage your powers. The Doctor works with you to make a specialized training routine and it’s actually helping a lot. You have a lot more control than you did when you started. Now, you can do almost anything with ease. You’ve even traveled in time on your own and navigated your way back safely. 

You’ve also discovered a number of other things you can do, from teleportation to creating new matter from nothing. You can even manipulate objects with your mind. On top of all that, you have a ridiculous amount of stamina and you’ve become extremely agile, strong, and incredibly fast. You’ve discovered that you can lift up to 230kg and run up to 96 kph. Basically, you can do just about anything. If you can think of it, you can probably do it. 

It’s another full day of training, this time back on Earth, and things are going well. To be honest, you really don’t need to do any more, but you like the routine and the way it distracts your mind. 

“997, 998, 999, 1000!” you finish the last push up and collapse onto the ground, feeling accomplished, yet hardly tired. You’ve barely broken a sweat. 

“Wow, you broke your time record too. 1000 pushups in 30 minutes. Good job!” Amy congratulates you as she hands you a water bottle. 

“Where’s the Doctor?” you ask, before taking a long drink.

“He went to get snacks. He should be back any-” Amy is cut off by the sound of an explosion nearby. The ground shakes, causing both of you to momentarily lose your balance. You share a look with her for only a moment before you take off running, telling her to stay put. 

You round the corner just in time to see the Doctor being forcefully taken away by some strange looking creatures. He struggles in their hold, trying to assure them that it’s all just a big misunderstanding, but they pay him no mind. You hide behind a nearby wall, watching as they load him into the back of what looks like a military truck, with a dull green canopy stretched over the trailer. 

You close your eyes and imagine all four tires popping, all the air quickly being sucked out of them. Not even a second later, you hear the sound of rubber bursting and you open your eyes to see that your manifestation was successful. You smirk as you watch the aliens scramble to figure out what happened, using the opportunity to sneak over to the back of the truck. 

Just as you are about to look inside, the Doctor pops his head out. You both shriek in surprise before shushing each other. You stare at one another for a moment before suddenly bursting out in quiet laughter, giggling in glee as you make your escape. 

You are able to find your way back to the field undetected, and you all decide to call it a day. You head back to the TARDIS, ready to kick your feet up and relax. 

“Well, I’m gonna go catch some Z’s,” Amy says and yawns. You say goodnight and she retreats to her room, leaving you and the Doctor alone in the console room. 

The two of you sit in heavy silence for a long while. You haven’t really been alone with him at all since… well, since he put that ring on your finger. 

Your emotions have been all over the place since then and you’ve thrown yourself into training to avoid thinking about it. Honestly, you think you feel the same, and that terrifies you. You’ve never really been in love. Not like this, at least. This love is overwhelming and all consuming. It’s almost too much to bear. 

“You alright, love?” the Doctor’s voice breaks you out of your trance and you jump slightly at his close proximity. He is standing right in front of you. When did that happen? 

“Uh, yeah, yeah I’m fine,” you try to brush him off, but he doesn’t move away. 

“You sure? Because you seem on edge lately. I’m worried about you,” he reaches out to gently caress your face. Without even thinking, you lean into his touch, letting out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding. 

You meet his eyes and suddenly, something comes over you. You reach out, wrap your arms around his neck, and pull him down into a passionate kiss. He seems a bit surprised at first, but quickly melts into you. 

By the time you pull away, you’re both gasping for air. Neither of you says anything for a while, simply enjoying each other’s warmth. Finally, the Doctor breaks the silence. 

“Where did that come from?” he asks, still slightly out of breath. 

You struggle for a moment to find the right words, simply gazing at him in awe. 

“I- I think- no- I know that,” you start, stumbling over yourself. You pause and take a deep breath before blurting out:

“I love you,” 

The Doctor just stares at you like a deer in headlights before a smile slowly spreads on his face. 

“Do you mean it?” he whispers, leaning his forehead against yours. 

“Yes,” you whisper back, and this time it’s his turn to capture you in a kiss. 

The two of you kiss for what feels like an eternity, before he finally pulls away to look at you. 

“Say it again,” he says softly, and you instantly know what he means. Even still, you want to tease him a little. 

“It again,” you smile and stick your tongue out at him, causing a small laugh to bubble up in his chest. 

“No, you know what I mean,” he lightly pinches your sides and you giggle, deciding that you like this game. 

“You say it first,” you swear you see a blush rise to his face, but his smile never falters. 

“I love you,” he says it with ease and you feel your heart soar. You resolve to let him get what he wants, just this once. 

“I love you, too,” you say and his smile grows, shining as bright as the sun. 

You and the Doctor. Your Doctor. Forever and always.

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