#may not be completely correct im going off memory here

[vigilskeep]

omg wait what are the gendered differences for lucanis and spite in the recruitment quest? i only ever played as nb rook so far!

this is in the convo back at the lighthouse, after bellara and lucanis say that the usual option to get rid of a demon is to kill the host. if i recall correctly, if you ask if spite can be reasoned with instead (the diplomatic option) spite says “he doesn’t want to hurt you. how rare. everyone else does” for he/him rook and “she doesn’t/they don’t want to hurt you. how sweet” for the other two. and if you say oof that’s awkward (the purple option) spite says “he’s fun. you’re never fun” vs “she’s fun. i like her/they’re fun. i like them.” so overall it avoids hitting men with the one you could call a bit more flirtatious. which is the kind of tactic classically intended so straight man players don’t get uncomfortable

i dont know if there are any differences with the stoic option or even what the stoic option is. im too niceys :(

it strikes me as really startling for veilguard’s usual approach to gender, but very reminiscent of whatever the hell da2 used to do lmao. which makes sense bc lucanis is mary kirby’s, and merrill and varric’s dialogue were riddled with differences like these. this is the REAL mark of having more of an old guard writer jghsjskks

it’s even more baffling to reckon with in-world than usual though bc usually you can be like “well, thedas society is still heteronormative, maybe there’s contextual reasoning why a character responds differently to different genders, blah blah blah”. but spite is a spirit so unused to the mortal world that it has no sense of its own appearance and doesn’t understand why it and lucanis collectively need their skin. where did SPITE get this. lucanis what gender norms have you been inflicting on that creature

[beesfairlyland]

heyy bee!! i’m south asian too lmao. plus i was the one who asked the doubting ask!

is knowing you’re not the current illusion but awareness enough? like i don’t want to even lift a finger to do anything quite literally, i’m so you know done lmao. like i don’t want to try and work, do anything to honest. if i become aware of different illusion my current one asks “oh but nothing changed” so obviously it doesn’t see a change BC i chose one of many illusions in my stream of consciousness. but it’s all instant for awareness. so as soon i become aware of something? i (self) already has it. hope i’m correct

thank you!!

(can i be your 👿 anon)

Heyy cutiee!!💗

Ooohh glad you are south asian too!! Omgg i have soo much to speak about this lmao😭. Less goo!!

'is knowing you're not the current Illusion but awareness is enough?'

That is only what you have to KNOW....not just current Illusion but Everything in this world(unreal) exists because of YOU. There's no seperation between 'current Illusion' or the Illusion you become aware of when you close your eyes. It's all dream.

ONLY SELF IS REAL. Self is the observer.... experiencing this dream world.

'like I don't want to try and work, do anything to be honest'

Who said you have to do work or try anything huh? This is what your ego thinks that it needs to something to realise SELF.

Lemme tell you a secret.....YOU ARE NEVER NOT SELF!!

There's nowhere to reach...coz you are realised alreadyyyy. Only thing you have to do is drop all the labels you identify with. I promise it's this easy! All these thoughts are not yours. Whenever you have the urge to 'try' ask yourself who's the one thinking that it needs to do work? Does self need to do work...when it gives existence to Everything huh? NO....So just sit back and relax don't identify with this body or mind. Pay no attention. They shut up on their own.

'if i become aware of different Illusion my current one asks ...oh but nothing changed'

If you know that both are Illusions both are unreal...how can you rely on them huh? It's ego that feels like nothing changed. Uk why it didn't change coz you still identify with this body and mind. May be you just intellectually understand what's SELF but you don't KNOW yourSELF yet!! I'll tell you there's no shortcut to it. Ofcc the 'realisation' can be instant....but we've been identifying with this body and mind from yrs soo it's kinda 'hard' for us to let go if it completely.

You can never see yourSELF that's why you have to see/know what you are not! Peel off all the labels you've been identifying with. Drop every thought that you don't like.... it's your choice if you wanna be stuck in this loop of getting THERE. Guess there's nowhere to reach coz you ARE ALREADY THERE!!

Okayy lemme tell you about the ego that im experiencing rn.

Soo I've been dropping the identification from every thought. At first it was difficult to dis-identify with this ego. I was worried about her problems her misery. But slowly she realised that these are not of the SELF. she has been feeling neutral towards Everything. Few days ago this ego was feeling stuck she was like when the 'realisation' gonna come.... where's the 'progess'...when this dream gonna end...will i be stuck here forever bla bla but that too i knew this ego was feeling i let her but then i dis-identified with those thoughts....NOT MINE SORRY....I GOT NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU SOO BETTER BE QUIET IDC.

I kept dropping Everything which i didn't want...but just today she realised that the past memories the horrible flashbacks she used to get... they've gone Completely. I don't even think about my past anymore. And today only i had two 'success stories' (eww I don't like this word but didn't have better to tell that I had that 'progress' even when the ego was thinking she's stuck)

Soo i just wanted to tell you that even when this ego feel stuck you are still making that 'progress' just don't care about what ego thinks. I promise there's nothing more to 'do'.

Hope i helped you!🫶🏻(ofcc you can be my 👿anon)

-love, bee🧚🏻‍♀️💗

[spagheddiesquash]

hi hello!! im not the greatest with theories, BUUUUT……

figured id throw my hat into the ring!!! basically for the past two days ive been mapping out a little… i honestly dont even know the term for it. ive called it a “theory web kind of thing, of sorts” for monkey wrench!! (however i feel as though that may not be the correct term to use, i dunno, it just doesnt sound right)

it is very big and convoluted, and also difficult to read in the screenshot of the full thing because of how massive it is, so i figured id walk you guys through it maybe?? FAIR WARNINGS: THIS POST WILL PROBABLY CONTAIN MONKEY WRENCH SPOILERS AND IT WILL MOST DEFINITELY BE RIDICULOUSLY LONG. THIS IS THE ONLY WARNING. CAPISCE? ALRIGHTY LETS GET INTO IT.

WAIT ACTUALLY ONE MORE THING:

some of this kinda piggybacks off of theories and stuff that ive seen from other users of this site, most notably @toastraccoon and @awwkie-dot-jar (sorry for the @’s, wanted to give credit and figured that would be the best way to do so since the @’s redirect to the respective blogs). both of them were actually what inspired me to put this together in the first place!!! go check their blogs out theyre amazing btw

the rest of the post is below the cut!!

anyway, without further ado:

for simplicity i have dubbed it “monkey spaghetti” because if you look at it from a glance it looks like a nice, hot bowl of unconventionally-colored pasta noodles, i think.

first and foremost, in order to understand my bullshit i made a helpful handy-dandy little key, pictured below.

i had to move the key so that’s why the square is out of place. i simply directed to its proper location on the key with an arrow :^)

anyway, i’ll start with walking you guys through the bigger blob first, that being this one:

so first of all:

(i dont think you can really see if very well so i will say it here, the screenshotted post of the giant statue of the primaries in the second image is from awwkie-dot-jar)

*yeah, in hindsight i feel like i exaggerated a fair amount, but the point still stands regardless. i tacked on the “like, at ALL” just because i didn’t wanna completely state the obvious. i should go back and edit it i think.

and:

as well as:

AND:

NOTE: my screenshots loop back to things i have previously shown for continuity reasons!!! so you dont get confused trying to read the whole web all chopped up like this :^D

additionally:

!!!THIS IS NOT ALL OF IT, TUMBLR IMAGE LIMIT IS 30 PER POST SO I WILL HAVE TO REBLOG WITH THE REST!!!

before i do that, i will reiterate:

i do NOT know what im doing

im not sure whether i have everything correct

because i have never done this before

i mean i hope i have everything right but like

yeah

take everything with a grain of salt

considering i have kind of poor memory sometimes

and also how many spitball ideas i put into this shit

TO BE CONTINUED FOR NOW

[quietwingsinthesky]

📚🍬🔪🦷

what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app? 

(oh, it’s this little bit i’d completely forgotten about that i think i scribbled down immediately after finishing hellbent.)

“And what color were Clara’s eyes?” the Doctor asks, slipping it into the rhythm of their conversation like any other question. Even’s fingers drum against the metal of the staircase they’ve seated themself on, two soft thuds of flesh and two clacks from parts that aren’t very good at pretending to be fingers anymore. They tip their head to the side.

“You don’t want my memories of her, Doctor.” Even drums again. One-two, three-four. “We weren’t exactly friends.”

“Nonsense. You’d have loved Clara,” he says it on reflex. He waits for something to follow, some internal feeling that he’s correct in his assumption or entirely off base. Nothing comes.

“You loved Clara,” Even corrects, gently. It sounds like pity, and it grates.

“See? You’re already telling me things.”

“You knew that already,” Even says. “You knew, or you wouldn’t be asking in the first place.” They shift forward, crossing their arms over their knees. “Please don’t ask,” they whisper.

Post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character.

Well, let me set up my usual fallback of Supernatural to allow me wiggle room for my Doctor Who take, but: my unpopular opinion is that Jack is an adult. He’s treated as an adult in canon. Making him into a child in canonverse stuff will have me squinting in suspicion for most people. obviously, not my trusted and beloved mutuals who are Understanders (and. more importantly. who I know are not harboring some unexamined ableist ideas.) but. everyone else does not get a pass and will be gazed upon with disdain :D actually, the bigger crime of making Jack a child and simplifying him is that you’re being boring, the fun of him comes from how messed up his situation is and how his sudden jump to adulthood is both horrifying but also one of the few ways he can grasp at control.

anyway, that’s a settled hot take in place so that i can say one for doctor who that im not sure is a hot take or not because i don’t know the fandom as well. but anyway, it’s that 90% of eleven and river’s scenes together did such a disservice to both of their characters that it actively uninvested me in the romance they were trying to sell. I feel like i may have said this before, but it’s like there’s a switch they flip when it’s time for the episode’s mandated eleven and river flirting time where they both turn into much more generic characters acting in ways that feel very ooc so that the show can. i don’t know, really. create tension, I suppose? But the tension falls flat because they aren’t acting like themselves so you can’t get invested in this relationship because it doesn’t feel like it’s being built off of them connecting. And it really stands out as just, truly awful, because you’ll also have some fantastic scenes actually exploring their relationship and the effects it has on both of them, the positive and the negative, and yes, I am talking about the broken wrist scene from Angels in Manhattan again because i wish all of elevenriver was like that, and it’s not, and i’m mad about it-!

what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

okay, i know it says research but it is much funnier to me if i just say that. sometimes. you need to describe a character touching something and you need the physical stimuli in your hands to really describe it, right? right. understandable. okay, so going from that, sometimes you need your character to say, lick a chair and describe that, and you realize you have no idea how to because how would you know what licking a chair is like? and then you look at your dining room chair from across the room. and you have to make a decision here. about what matters more to you. your dignity or your accuracy.

and if you’re a good writer, i think accuracy always wins.

share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on

breathing exercises are bullshit. you need to find a chant. you need to find something you can memorize and then when you feel yourself getting anxious, you need to start repeating it over and over and over. anything at all. what matters is that you’re saying it, out loud, and you can hear yourself saying it and you need to like the words so you’re focusing on what you’re saying, and this will save you. When I was in middle school, I did exorcisms. In high school, I’d repeat monologues from Hannibal to myself. Nowadays, I’m usually using the “heart. lungs. liver. nerves.” chant from slay the princess because it is short and ominous in a way that can be funny after a few repetitions and helps laugh the anxiety out of me.

and in a pinch, if you don’t have anything memorized, pull up the nearest piece of written text you have and start reading it out loud and don’t stop reading it until you’re calm again, and keep going a little after that just to make sure. Could be a fanfic you’ve got on your phone or could be an actual book. I’d reccomend the Iliad, because half of that book is just reciting name after name after name and you will start to hear how ridiculous it is rather than hearing your own anxiety, and it’ll help. you say “so and so brought 50 ships and he was the son of that guy who was king of this. and also this other dude, son of yet another guy we will never mention again, friends with holy shit another guy-“ and eventually you’re going to start giggling your way out of an anxiety attack.

[holly-fixation]

Three... Guards? Ch 5

Summary: Tifa finds Cloud at the train station in Sector Seven. It’s the first time she’s seen him in seven years. But he’s not alone. Three silver haired boys protected him. Three silver haired boys that triggered memories of her hometown. Of steel through her chest. Of SOLDIER First Class. Of Him.

Their determination to protect Cloud was far greater than she was ready for.

Inspired by this prompt by @im-totally-not-an-alien .  

Please Enjoy!

Chapter 5: The Mission

They knew no matter how well they prepared for this mission, new road blocks waited for them ahead. First it was Jessie’s fake IDs failing on the train, making them walk along the rails to try and find their way to Sector Five’s plate on foot. Cloud wasn’t sure how many times he was willing to follow the ‘AVALANCHE dog’ before he looked for his own path. However, Tifa and Barret convinced him to keep going. And it’s not like he’d ever say no to Tifa. He would complain about it though, but even then he was far more pleasant and accommodating than he was when they were kids. He was still kinder than she expected, yet that didn't reflect his swordsmanship in the slightest. 

Cloud was a beast on the battlefield. 

Every enemy in range met their end quickly with their little party of three. Barret even made a joke of ‘where were you on our first mission’ before giving him a hearty laugh. Cloud rolled his eyes, but the smallest of a playful smirk played on his lips. Things were starting to get back on track before they wasted even more time trying to understand and activate the correct sunlamps to continue their way. Who designed something like this? This probably wasted more energy than it saved. 

Luckily, things looked more familiar when they entered the reactor. Various elevators, twisting paths, endless rooms filled with security robots and personnel, all expected obstacles they were well practiced in taking down at this point. Cloud’s SOLDIER healing was absolutely something else. At very least, Tifa swore she saw bullets that didn’t break his skin. He wasn’t a perfect fighter, but he was leagues better than any mercenary in the slums. Shinra’s defenses had certainly changed since the last mission though. But since this was Cloud and Tifa's first one, neither noticed the difference. 

Despite their skills, Cloud found himself looking back after nearly every battle. This may not be the stealthiest operation, but he kept seeing things moving at the very end of his periphery, only to completely vanish when he turned. He was understandably on edge in general, but this only added to it. If Shinra wanted to attack, they would wait until they were vulnerable, especially after destroying every machine thrown at them. And yet, he brushed the feeling off as they entered the mako chamber, convincing himself it was just first mission jitters. 

He was wrong. Very. Very. Wrong. The blobs from the corner of his eye finally slipped into sight after failing to silently climb down the ladder in mako storage. Correction: one of them failed, landing with just enough force for Cloud's SOLDIER enhanced hearing to catch. The other two were still on the ladder, but they instantly realized it was too late. 

They were supposed to be at the bar. 

They were supposed to be watching Marlene. 

They were supposed to be under the Sector Seven plate without causing any trouble, like they all agreed to. 

“What the hell are you doing here!?” Cloud’s voice boomed up the high walls of the reactor. Only after hearing Cloud’s call did Barret and Tifa turn to assess the threat. Neither one of them expected to see the three boys that saved Cloud in the middle of the mission. 

“What is wrong with you three?! Did you abandon my baby girl!?” Barret yelled next. “Are you three tryin’ to die an early death? Because if she has a single scratch on her-”

The brothers stood silently, looking at Tifa for the final questions to be thrown at them. However, the eldest’s eyes were already watery from the scolding. 

Tifa just stared in shock at the three silver haired boys in black within the mako glow of the chamber. Her hands started shaking, her eyes on the sword the youngest used. 

When they realized she wouldn’t respond, they answered the father’s questions first. 

“We left Marleen with Marle to be safe… They’re both at the apartments…” Yazoo answered first. 

“We told you we’re protecting Big Brother,” Loz spoke after swiping off his tears. “No matter what.”

“And do you have any idea how easy it is to follow you guys when you take out every security measure in the building?” 

“Don’t be smart with us,” Cloud scolded, fury in his eyes. Yes, he was kind to them before but it was borderline suicide for three ten year olds to go on an ecoterrorist mission, no matter their skills. “You could’ve been killed. Can be killed.” 

“By what- all the broken machines?” 

His mako glare sharpened. “What did I just say?!”

Shoot. They really pissed him off. His increased emotions were acting against them now. They needed to be careful with their next words. 

“We just wanted to protect you…” 

“Y’all ain’t protectin’ anyone if Shinra kills you boys!”

They all looked away, shutting their mouths from the next snippy comment to come out of their mouths. 

Cloud growled a sigh, frustratingly accepting this absolute mess of a scenario. Yet before he spoke, Tifa grabbed the back of his arm, her hands still shaking. He looked at her and all his anger vanished. Her head was down, blocking his eyes from hers with her head and her hair. She was nearly cowering, clinging to him in protection. “Tifa…?” He spoke as softly as he could. “Are you alright…?”

She should’ve been the angriest after everything these three put her through. She should’ve scolded him for his ridiculous ‘eye for an eye’ mentality, to protect them because they protected him no matter what they did. She should’ve thrown them to the first orphanage she could find long before this mission began, but he was the one that stopped her from trying. Yet she was quiet and trembling, not an ounce of frustration boiling in her. “Let’s just finish this… Please…”

I’m sick of this…

I’m sick of all of this!

The memory hit Cloud like a truck and he wrapped his arms around her in comfort. Their hometown. The fire. Her father. The reactor. 

“Let’s just set the bomb…”

He wanted to obey, but he glanced back at the three boys that weren’t supposed to know any of this. 

“It's too late now. Just set the bomb and let’s get out of here,” She steeled her voice against her emotions. 

“Okay… Yeah…” Cloud hesitantly agreed, trying not to upset her any further. “We’re too deep in this now. We have to pull through.”

“You three are gettin’ one hell of a scolding when we get back.” Barret glared at the kids again before setting up the bomb. 

“Is it a timer or do you have a remote?” Cloud questioned. 

“Remote controlled,” Barret stated almost proudly while holding up the controller. “Gives us plenty of time to get out. Especially with this extra cargo.”

The youngest brother nearly hissed, his eye twitching once at his frustration towards them and the truth he couldn't reveal. The other two just glanced away like disobedient children. 

After they set up the bomb and double checked everything worked, they headed back to the lone ladder they all came down. But the ladder quickly lifted up the second they were in reach. 

Shinra was watching them. The director of security, Heidegger literally laughed at them and put the group on the news, stating that they were not only the ecoterrorists responsible for destruction surrounding Mako Reactor One, but that they also used child soldiers as backup, brainwashing and forcing them to obey. Of course none of the boys cared about the comment, but it absolutely painted AVALANCHE in a deadly light. The director sentenced them to death and told them exactly where it waited: the only exit in the reactor.

As a group, the six members made their way through the remainder of the facility, sending sections of the incomplete mech to a defective equipment room in order to limit its attacks. The boys tried to climb directly on the rails guiding the remaining equipment to destroy each one directly, but the adults all informed that messing with the assembly line itself could let Shinra catch wind of their plan, so they jumped down and hunted for key cards in every room they entered. 

Everything was relatively normal until they all finally made it to the catwalk on the way out of the reactor. Multiple drones suddenly flew past them before projecting a cyan hologram of President Shinra himself. Regardless of the weapons before them, the three brothers surrounded Cloud and nearly growled in their battle stances. Guns out, blades in hand, fists at the ready. The drones scanned each of the adults first to give the president a perfect view of his enemies. 

“Oho. The eyes of one who has bathed in mako…” Clearly Cloud caught the president’s attention. “Which would make you a SOLDIER?”

Cloud drew his blade, the slightest scowl on his face. “Ex-SOLDIER.”

“Once a SOLDIER, always a SOLDIER. Though not, alas, for very long.” The president continued as Tifa looked to Cloud in concern, “Accelerated cellular degradation being the most common cause of death by far. This is classified, of course, but every SOLDIER knows the truth.”

Cloud’s eyes hit the ground before he forced them back up with a glare. “...That’s right.”

“Yet knowing that, you still…” He cut himself off, clearly recognizing something. “...How did you find these children?”

“It doesn’t matter how,” Kadaj snipped. 

“It most certainly does. Those are more than mako eyes. You three should go back to the lab, where you belong.”

“We’re staying here!” The eldest barked.

“We’re not your property…”

The president scoffed. “Everything involving him is ours.”

Kadaj immediately slashed the closest drone in two, rage already staining his breath. He was very tired of everything in every world circling back to him. “We’re not his either!”

The reaction made him raise an eyebrow, far more than anything else they got out of him. “Still, you’d make fine additions to SOLDIER. Where you belong.”

All of the boys nearly hissed at that.

“Think you forgettin’ someone!?” Barret finally pulled the president’s attention away, going on his usual rant about mako, the planet, and the Lifestream. The president brushed him off as pawns, his company’s propaganda spinning AVALANCHE’s little story as he saw fit. 

Despite Barret’s back talk, the time for talking was over. Heidegger took over the hologram and released the Airbuster, giving the order of execution barring the three silver haired boys. The children were to be taken alive. 

They instantly broke into pairs to take down the massive mech. Its attacks constantly shifted from destroying them head on and charging large attacks while barely within targets of long ranged weapons. Yazoo paired up with Tifa to make up for her lack of ranged options. Loz paired with Barret in order to do more damage when the mech was on the ground. Kadaj used their ‘take them alive’ order and his height to his advantage by attacking its hover engines underneath it. However, he could not survive under their heat for long, so he constantly shifted sides despite his obvious intention to stay by Cloud’s.

Was fighting alongside three small children against a mech on a terrorist mission extremely strange? Yes.

Was it as difficult as they expected it to be? Yes and no. 

Despite their intentions, the combination of their weaker weapons and their inferior strength barely allowed any significant damage. However, against a foe like this, even the slightest damage mattered over time. All six of them couldn’t fight this thing forever, and they knew more security would be on its way if the machine looked like it was failing. The faster its death, the better. However, the boys needed to be extremely careful with the downgrade of these child-like forms. One dead on attack and they’d be lucky to be out of commission. Gods this was frustrating. 

They didn’t know if they lived or died when the machine’s self destruction blew the team apart. A large section of the catwalk was destroyed in the explosion, five of them flung towards the exit, but one dangling on the opposite side. 

“Cloud!”

“Big Brother!” 

All of them ran to the closest edge to see the blonde SOLDIER holding on, unable to drop the massive sword in his other hand. 

“We don't have long to get clear,” Barret stated the dark truth first. They didn’t have the time or ability to save Cloud now.

But he was more concerned with them than himself. “Take Tifa and the boys, and get outta here!”

“We’re not leaving!” The eldest brother yelled and was immediately pulled back by Barret. “No matter what!”

“This ain't the end of the line for you or me!”

“What are you doing…?” The middle brother asked.

The surviving drones began shooting before he could answer. They didn’t have time to think before thr bomb in the reactor detonated and fire wooshed out of the entrance. Cloud had no choice but to let go. 

“CLOUD!”

None of them were ready for something like this, and only one thought fast enough to succeed. Cloud tried to use his grappling to save himself. 

Yet when it failed, Kadaj jumped. 

Both of the boys yelled their brother’s name while holding onto the only two adults that remained, reaching but unable to will their instincts and bodies to let go and chase after their brothers. Barret lifted the eldest up and grabbed Tifa’s arm.

“We have to go. Now.”

She shook her head quickly and tried to focus on protecting what she could, even if it was the boys that looked like the man who killed her father but saved her childhood friend.

* * * 

Everyone was quiet. No one spoke a word until they were ‘safe’ again with Shinra finally off their tails but at what cost?

The boys had no idea what was supposed to happen on that mission even in their own world. They failed. If they're the reason their big and even little brothers died, through this butterfly effect, then what the hell were they supposed to do now? They didn't know what to do in general, let alone with this… feeling that wouldn't go away, one that kept their eyes down and their movements sluggish. 

Tifa certainly had more of this odd status effect than Barret at least. It seemed Barret's little affirmations that Cloud would be okay only did so much to soothe her. 

Even if Cloud survived the fall, the chances Kadaj did too were little to none. Not in these bodies. Not in this world. It wasn't like they couldn't function without each other. But Loz couldn't stop tears from falling and quite honestly it was just annoying to him at this point. He wasn't sobbing or incapable of doing other tasks, but his eyes and his throat were cursed with these stuttering emotions. Yazoo simply couldn't break out of somber silence, sitting at the bar with his arm supporting his head, his silver hair brushing the counter with his occasional shift. 

Neither Barret or Tifa scolded the boys for going on the mission. They already knew exactly what they did. And Loz had a nearly soaked sleeve to prove it. 

“Come on,” Tifa pushed, placing a meal closer. Some kind of egg dish that normally looked so appetizing to them. “You gotta eat.”

They shook their heads and stayed quiet, occasionally moving a chunk of food around the plate with a fork. 

“Biggs is on his way. He'll be here in twenty,” Barret informed, finally giving them the distraction they needed. “Says he's got some info for us.”

Tifa nodded, trying to force her mind on the next task rather than the boys in front of her. She should take them to the orphanage in Sector Five. It would absolutely be better than anything she can provide while working with AVALANCHE. 

“Are you going to abandon us too…?” Though extremely small, Yazoo’s question cut deep into their hearts. Neither adult answered. 

“Why don’t you eat, and then we can talk, okay?” Tifa tried to avoid the idea, but they clearly noticed her dodge. In fact, they dropped their forks entirely and huffed into their own hands. Tifa and Barret just sighed. It wasn’t like force feeding would help either. 

Luckily, the doors to the bar opened, but they were all confused. Biggs was absolutely too far out and the sign clearly said they were closed-

Tifa’s eyes locked on the man that entered. 

He’s alive. 

He’s alive!

She ran out from behind the bar to greet him in a deadly hug for doing something so stupidly risky. But she stopped herself. 

It was Cloud, blonde spiky hair and all but… he looked different. He wasn’t wearing the SOLDIER uniform anymore. That wolf earring was definitely new, so was the wolf on his shoulder pad. And why was he carrying so many swords? He would never part with the Buster Sword. 

Only the two Remnants knew exactly who they were looking at. It was Cloud. But it was the one they knew. From their time. From their world. They recognized him instantly. And he absolutely recognized them. 

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Thanks for reading!

Author’s Note: I almost googled what AC Cloud looks like before I suddenly dashed across my room. I finally found a purpose for my Cloud amiibos.

[romaelettuce]

Take Me As I Am

A/N: surprise and henlo, so this is my vERy fiRst daEmyra fic, its not much but im happy to share it to all of you

Warnings: nope 👀 bc this is my first daemyra fic, you deserve a surprise HAAHAHHAA enjoy

"Wed her to me."

Her heart stopped,she couldn't believe her ears although a smile crept up on her face,her uncle was dead serious.

"When I offered up my crown you said I could have anything,"

Viserys did say he could have anything.

"I want Rhaenyra, I'll take her as she is and wed her in the tradition of our house."

She leaned on the door, processing what Daemon had proposed to her father.He just asked him to wed them, finally. She always dreamt of this moment,longing to finally be with him despite the circumstances. Rhaenyra loved Daemon ever since, he had been with her always.She closed her eyes as she drifts off to reminisce some memories they had, he have been always attentive to her, enchanting her with tales of his adventures,and never missed a single night without kissing her forehead as she drifts off to sleep every night.

She quietly moves to eavesdrop and twitched when she saw her father,gripping her uncle and slamming him on the floor.Of course, her father would not allow it.She wanted to step in between them and confess her feelings for Daemon,but decided against it.For she knows its wrong and realizes that Daemon just wanted the throne,not her. A tear fell from her eye after realizing it all.

It will never be her.

She chose to not wear anything underneath her night dress for she had planned again to pleasure herself that night.She is still not sure if Daemon really meant everything he said to her father, but it is worth celebrating.She made sure her doors were locked and let the curtains open a bit so that the moonlight could pass through.She begins to rethink her dreams, and as if making them real. She had been pleasuring herself every night,recalling and what her mind told her how would the Daemon of her dreams take her.

They were times she couldn't hold back her whimpers,and never even cared if somebody heard.Rhaenyra didn't care.She made her handmaidens go away early just so she would savor her solitude.In that way, she was able to cope without literally touching her uncle.

She begins to fix her bed and plopped on it, closing her eyes and breathes, sliding her hands down to her clothed breasts and -

"Princess?"

She jolted up from the bed when she heard her uncle's voice.The prince opened her doors, she made sure she locked them, but sighed and realizing that from being to excited, she completely forgot that she just pushed it close and made a quick change of her clothes. Idiot.

She scrambled up from her bed and clasps her hands together behind her, trying to look innocent as possible so that her dear uncle wouldn't suspect anything bizzare that's happening a while ago before he got inside.

Daemon peers in to look for her, her room is spacious and he found her, her bed was made up, but her night dress was disheveled.He took her all in as he looked from her soft face down to her chest,revealing some skin that he always wished to see, then adverted his hungry eyes back to her face.

"I looked for you in the gardens, you weren't there.I thought you agreed upon meeting me,"He said.The princess clasped her hands harder, cursing silently for forgetting that she was suppose to meet him.

"I'm sorry,uncle.I was just busy at the moment,"She looked up to see him go around the bed, inching closer to her."Too busy to see your dear uncle?" Rhaenyra closed her eyes for a bit, sighing in defeat. Her lie was so obvious,and Daemon chuckled softly as he begins to circle her.

"W-we could discuss it here right now, if you like,"She hated the way she stuttered and Daemon stopped.

"Actually, yes your room would be perfect than the gardens,"

Rhaenyra stilled as Daemon came closer,his hands begins to fix her night dress.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, my sweet, I think I may have heard you, several nights.."

She froze.Had he heard every single whimper from her lips?

She stilled again unable to move,her head hung down in embarassment for a short time, and  regretting her loud moans that she wished she never made every night.Daemon gave her the softest smile, "You were touching yourself." He smiles and slowly backed away,leaving her breathless even though he didn't touched her fully.He gently plopped himself down on her couch, sinking into the cushions.

He pats his knee, beckoning her to come to him.

"Sit."

Rhaenyra's eyes widened. Sit?

Oh, how she suddenly feel concious about her lack of clothing.

She cursed silently under her breath for not wearing them.Maybe he just wants to have a niece and uncle chat like they always do when she was a little girl. He wouldn't notice,would he?

And she nodded, walking slowly to him.She used to do this since she was a just a little girl, what difference could it make?

Daemon's hands landed on her waist once again, making her shiver.

"Come here," He pulled her closer, so close that his nose brushed the fabric of her thin dress.The princess trusted him her whole heart.Rhaenyra reached out to put one hand on his shoulder to balance herself as she climbs up on his lap, making sure her dress stays down and her backside covered as her butt made contact with his thighs.She didn't want him to know she wasn't wearing anything underneath.

Daemon gazed at her as if she is his wife.He never looked at anyone like this, not even at Rhea obviously, nor Mysaria.

Then his expert hands place themselves around the curve of her small waist,with his niece denying the fact that she always dreamed of this moment.

His hands move slowly as possible, caressing every inch of her clothed body,oh how he wanted to rip that fucking dress off.Rhaenyra kept her hands to herself, afraid that this moment might get awkward if she were to give in to this.But, Daemon, he took them, placed them gently on his chest as he got back to give her comforting touches again.

This time, his palms passed down to her hips, then he knew, she wasn't wearing anything underneath.

Rhaenyra wanted to get off of him. Of course, he knew.He's not dumb.

Instead of climbing down, her head hung low, choosing not to look into his eyes, and didn't even want this moment to end even though she is embarrassed with him knowing her little secret.

He tilted her chin up, her eyes meeting his as he kissed her soft lips briefly then gazed up at her again.

" Rhaenyra.." He purrs and Rhaenyra was dead aware of how his hands are now pushing her thin skirt up,exposing her bare thighs.

She shivered as his strong hands made contact with her skin, flattening his palms,making circles that made her sigh quietly.

Daemon was one step away from undressing her, and she had to hold onto him for dear life.

"Uncle..we shouldn't be.." She was silenced by his lips on her jaw, kissing his way to whisper in her ear.

"Not a single fucking cunt can hear if you choose to stay quiet." And Rhaenyra gave in.

She had to hold back a moan when he gently nipped at the lobe of her ear, his breath kissing her skin.He pulled back abruptly, making his niece give him a look that turned him on.

He pulled her even closer, his lips on her chest.

"Now tell me, do you touch yourself more often?" He begins to slip the straps of her dress in a tantalizing slow pace, gently nipping at her right shoulder.Rhaenyra was yet silent again as her uncle fully discarded the annoying straps of her dress, revealing her firm soft breasts.

His lips brushed her skin as he pulled her closer,making her rise up a bit. "You didn't answer me, sweetness." She nodded and he smiles up at her before devouring her right mound, his hot mouth suckled on her nipple.She gasps as he continued,his other hand on her left one.She pulled him closer when she felt his warm tongue touch her right nipple, licking it lazily as he watched her reactions.He switched to the left one,nuzzling it first before giving it the same attention.She held his head, her fingers threading through his silver hair as he praised her breasts.

He then moved up to her lips, pushing his tongue into her mouth, while he splays his fingers against the inner flesh of her thigh.He stopped kissing her and leaned back a bit, wanting to see her face as his middle finger traces from her clit and slowly moving downwards.

"Kepus.." She desperately rolled her hips at his touch.He claimed her neck, pressing open- mouthed kisses on the skin behind her ear.

"Spread your legs." He whispered,his lips brushing her cheek as he pulled away again.She moved, only to feel his nimble finger trace her once again,making her whimper at his loving touch.Daemon was enjoying this so much.Rhaenyra's head fell forward as he pressed his fingers into her warm folds,her hands clawing at his chest.

"Uncle.."

No one has ever touched her before.No one has ever touched her like this, no one but Daemon.

She longed to be touched like this,she dreamt of it mostly every night.Daemon held her head up, kissing her cheek as he begins to draw small circles on her nub, making her mouth fall open.

"Shh.."He says into her hair while his fingers traveled deeper inside of her, his thumb now on her little nub,rubbing faster than before.A cry escaped from her lips as she holds onto his  head for dear life,gripping his hair.Daemon smiled like bastard,as Rhaenyra took it all in.

He firmly held her waist as he moves his fingers, in and out of her.

"You...you said.." She closes her eyes as he slides his fingers up to her clit.

"Y- you -you would take me as I am." She managed to say as she whimpered from his touch.

Daemon looked up again to her face as her head lolled back from the magic touch of his fingers.

He smirked, " You sweet girl, you've been listening?"

She nodded,embarassed,but still rode his fingers desperately. He added a third finger, and Rhaenyra couldn't contain her squeaks and her moans are getting louder and louder that he had to tuck her head on his shoulder to shush her again.

His shoulder was no use, so he switched it with his mouth, silencing her moans as he kissed her.

"Move."He whispered to her lips, urging her to move against his fingers.Rhaenyra moved slowly, letting him thrust his fingers to her clit,trying to stay as quiet as possible.

Daemon licked her nipples lazily as she moves forward,her clit wanting more.She had been moving for a couple of minutes until she collapsed into him, his nimble fingers still tracing her wet soft folds.

Then he lets her rest on his chest for a minute,whispering sweet nothings to her ear as he strokes her hair.He caressed her soft back, earning a sigh from the princess.Rhaenyra pulled back up and saw her dear uncle smiling sweetly, bringing his hand to her soft face,tucking a stray strand of her hair behind her ear. "Did you mean it?" She asked in a small voice, afraid of his answer.She won't let him touch her again if she knew he was just using her to win his brother's throne.

The rogue prince sighed, despite everything and Viserys,he only wishes to spend the rest of his life with her. Of course he meant it.

He pulled her closer again, pulling off her night dress over her head as he pressed a searing kiss on her collarbone. With that,Rhaenyra smiled down at him.

"Every word."

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[lu-twilights-pup]

just found your page and was wondering what does Hylia slander mean?? are we out here roasting the goddess herself and if so i’d like to see some examples lol

First off welcome to my page anon ! Second off- yes. Yes we are.

Both literally and metaphorically cause ooh boy do I have some words for her grace.

Now please note these are just my thoughts and I have no qualms withe the Zelda’s as Her graces reincarnates and such.

I also seem to have a built in urge to wanna fight gods

I apologize in advance this may be all over the place

First of all: Legend can fight her and win. I do not make the rules and you know I’m right. With the sheer amount of items, experience, and spite alone, it’s over and done with in 2 minutes anything after that is just for funzies. And that’s no one’s fault but her own.

Also she seems to drop the ball quite a bit, from failed timelines, to straight up not helping till the last second even if at all.

Despite being so devoted to helper her people, and proclaiming it her job to protect her people, she doesn’t seem to be doing much in the way of helping with actual threats like Calamity and all that. Miss girl seems to suddenly become blind.

Second, even though they are her ‘chosen one’ she doesn’t seem to be helpful to The heroes. She traumatizes them with these ‘quests’ and ‘destinies’ and such then just tosses them aside until the next battle needs to be fought. Ocarina of time link literally was so young that the master sword and sages froze him in time for 7 years to ‘mature’ to be able to go on and fight ganon, seemingly ignoring the fact that he still would have the mind of a 9-10 year old. I don’t think I have to explain Wind Waker links age. She’s breeding children to fight in gods wars. I have a theory that one of the only things she may do directly is keep most of them from dying on their own terms, robbing them from the rest they truly need/want.

And depending on the respective hero’s prior devoutness she really them got the out here believing that some of their adventures are their fault; that people getting hurt on their journey is their fault not hers for putting them in danger in the first place.

There’s also the prospect that Link may not have even been meant to be on Hylia side in the first place.

The triforce is a meant to represent the balance of three. Such balance can only be achieved through equal sides of all three. One good, one bad, one nuetral. A hero, a villan, and a mediator. A Lise light bearer, zelda, a powerful evil, Ganon, and a courageous umpire willing to hear out, and correct both sides. An advocate, a middle man, a passive nuetral.

But Hylia didn’t like that. She wanted her way. She gain the belief and worship of Hylians and used it to sway the mediation in her favor to then create the ever reincarnating Hero of Courage. Allow them to worship her, and make her word law to them.

Not to mention she completely used and dumped the first ‘hero’ ( I say hero because he was used like a pawn by his people and her to get the to the sky, had she truly been watching she would have, and probably did know, that there was no way he was to win against the demon king in his state, First deserved better smh), she did the whole gaslight, gatekeep and forgot the girl boss of being responsible for your flipping creations.

Tldr; she's reckless and cruel

Most of these are obviously just headcanons and ideas but there’s more Im forgetting as I have memory issues but if I remember it I will definitely put it here in an edit!

[kudzucataclysm]

Hello! I am here to ask about S!E :]

I don't know more than I do know, so here's a recap of the things I do know:

There was an apocalypse thingie and martians are now a thing

Francis is part martian, full of rage and used as a weapon consistently

There's a tiny little guy that's full of love, anger and trauma. Somebody help him please

Francis has Martian relatives/cousins that are assholes

Little guy (you may have caught on to the fact that I keep forgetting his name) is also very abused

Martian age is weird. They age more quickly if needed but sometimes not (?)

The US is even more fucked than it usually is, given the apocalypse and all

I would be absolutely delighted to know more about any of these points! Sorry for forgetting the little guy's name, my memory is just like that. I have adopted him though he's my little guy

HIIII i absolutely love this question!! and dw we are all forgetful here but im afraid you'll have to fight @impaledlotus for custody of the little guy v-v my bad

HERE WE GO

There was an apocalypse thingie and martians are now a thing

There were TWO APOCALYPSES ACTUALLY!! Yes indeed, you heard right; the 1962 nuclear exchange AND the 1962 yellowstone supervolcano eruption that Lupe Altena managed to kiiiind of stop from happening. Then Martians invaded in the 80s and basically went “damn bitch you live like this???” to humanity and colonized earth with the goal of 'wildlife management'. You cant just let your new food source kill itself off through dumb decisions!! Thatd be very…counterproductive lol

but i suppose Gabriel's Arrow was also considered an apocalyptic event of sorts? when theres a global outbreak of superpowers that affected 40% of the population (800,000,000 people YEESH), there was significant societal upheaval for a solid decade or so, with the cold war on top of everything..i think it'd depend on the historian! and trust me the history textbook no the 20th century in SE is 30 pounds and historians are required to undergo annual psychological evaluations :D a LOT happened in a century or so

Francis is part martian, full of rage and used as a weapon consistently

that is correct! she is a chimera, and one that is half human half martian (with really weird abilities that other chimeras don’t have have hm 🤔). and yes she is EXTREMELY angry becuz her entire life has been absolute shit- she isn’t seen as a person but a weapon and a monster instead, so she doesnt really know how to act like a kid! she also has severe PTSD, possible BPD, anger issues, a bit of sociopathy, SELF INFLICTED AMNESIA, and a plethora of other things going on. every adult in her life has failed her, none more so than her aunt/adoptive ‘parent’ FRIDAY…but that shall be explored more in the story unless u want more info on that

There's a tiny little guy that's full of love, anger and trauma. Somebody help him please

thats Desmond!!! the goodest boy :3 and uh yeah 😔 what kind of monster would hurt a child like this 😶‍🌫️

Francis has Martian relatives/cousins that are assholes

millions of em actually!! or at least several tens of thousands…her dad gets around a lol 😅 and maybe in particular you’re talking about Oz, her twin? yeah he’s an asshole. a bastard even >:D

Little guy (you may have caught on to the fact that I keep forgetting his name) is also very abused

He is 😔 emotionally, verbally and mentally by his dad and older brother ever since his oldest sibling Happy left and his mom had a huge accident that has left her in the hospital almost all the time. he is also neglected. tis all very sad but there IS a lowkey fucked up reason as to why his dad treats him as he does. but thats SECREEEET

Martian age is weird. They age more quickly if needed but sometimes not (?)

it depends on their environment and who’s in it! the average modern Martian is completely matured within 3 years- they used to reach maturity by 4-6 months (back in the Martian STONE AGES). however, both Martians and chimera can age slower if raised by a human or in extremely safe, nurturing conditions (Martians can’t age as slow as chimeras can tho).

francis was raised (for most of her life) by a human, so she’s 15 years old physiologically and mentally. her twin oz, raised by martians, is 30 years old physiologically despite them both coming from the same egg :D

The US is even more fucked than it usually is, given the apocalypse and all

yeeeeaaaah the US is disincorporated. disenfranchised. split up. GONE

well mostly. the west coast was annexed by the political-military alliance of south east asia, and alaska was given to russia/the ussr as ‘compensation’ for uh the weather terrorism that the US did. yay!

las vegas, nevada is now LAS NEVADAS and is it’s own independent city state just like Necropolis. it’s a capitalists wet dream and it’s controls almost the water in the west

the midwest, where most of the nukes fell iiiiis wasteland. the (contains) yellowstone eruption literally blew open the continental shelf under the mainland US and now it’s an irradiated wasteland where WEIRDOS live. that’s where Desmond comes from :D

the south east has been lost to a virulent strain of parasitic KUDZU as well as feral Martians and feral DINOSAURS. yes, we brought em back. yes, you can have them as pets (for a cooool 5$ million). so nobody goes there unless like, you’re going on a safari hunt or something. people live there but they’re extremely isolated and kinda dangerous

the northeast-mid atlantic is all that’s left of “The United States of America” and it’s a corporate police state that’s under constant martial law thats under the rule of a president grown in a lab in the middle of nowhere…who is ALSO under supervision of two major foreign powers. except for NECROPOLIS WOOOO

Necropolis (the N.E.C or ‘The Nec(k)”) is the main setting for Arc 1, and is a GIGANTIC CITY made out of alien “living metal” and other Martian bullshit technology that combines all of the entire New York tri-state metropolitan area. Theres MARTIANS, MUTANTS, ADP MONSTERS!! And ofc, chimera :D so how does everyone manage to not kill each other?? the giant UFO thats constantly hovering over the city, and govt funded/backed 'superheroes'

But yuuup thats the state of the US in SE vv’ its a mess. No one wants to live here tbh (unless youre a criminal mastermind or hypercapitalist or something. weird!)

aaaa i had fun answering these! i hope i answered all your questions just fine, but if theres anything else you wanna know plz dont be afraid to ask :D

[kn1feinthec0ffee]

love me love me (say that you love me) - spencer reid

spencer reid x fem!reader

title from lovefool by the cardigans 

summary: after a close brush with death in the field, y/n visits an injured spencer in the hospital to have a heart to heart.

warnings: a lil bit of angst, fluff bc im incapable of writing pure angst, descriptions of injury

word count: 1,987 

notes: this is my submission for @veraiconcos​‘ fic writer challenge, i spent a super long time on this and i really hope you guys enjoy it as its one of my favorite things i’ve ever written ☺️

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settling in to what would be another evening of unfortunate, unwanted solitude due to your boyfriend having yet another late night at work, you stretched out across the sofa, wine glass in hand, ready to relax after a hard day’s work.

that was until your phone began to ring and vibrate obnoxiously across the wooden coffee table.

“jj? hi, what’s up?” you inquired, curious as to why she was calling you during a case.

“we got the guy, but spence wasn’t so lucky.” she began hesitantly. “he almost got shot, but he was stabbed a few times.”

she heard your stifled gasp through the speaker, cutting you off before you would inevitably begin rambling off questions, a habit of spencer’s you’d acquired after a long while of knowing him. “don’t worry, he keeps telling everyone he’s fine. doctor says the wounds might scar, but overall he should be alright.”

you scrunched your eyes closed, willing your racing heart to slow with the news that spencer would be okay. despite jj’s calming tone and the relatively good news from the call, you couldn’t help the nagging feeling that your boyfriend was not, in fact, okay.

“thanks, babe. would you mind telling me where you guys are? am i allowed to come visit?” your voice took on a hopeful tone that your hands betrayed, anxiously twirling a loose strand of hair that had fallen out of your bun.

“visiting hours ended a little while ago, but i’m sure i can pull a few strings for you.” your chest deflated with a relieved sigh at the thought of having visual confirmation spencer would be fine. “i just texted you the address, see you soon, y/n.”

“you too. bye,” the phone dropped onto the table with a hollow clatter. you downed what little was left in your wine glass before standing up from the sofa to get ready. you still couldn’t shake the feeling that something was up with spencer so you put in an extra bit of effort to wear some of his favorite pieces of clothing of yours, just to bring a smile to his face.

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after receiving special clearance from jj at the front desk, you headed down the hallway. you never liked hospitals; you found something about about the stark white, sterile halls cold and off putting.

the door slowly opened, a gentle creak emanating from its well-used hinges. you had hoped your entrance would be quiet enough to let the boy wonder rest, but alas, he had woken up.

though the way his irises glistened in the artificial light when he saw you was just as gratifying.

“y/n, what are you doing here?” the interrogative sounded less like a question and more like an exclamation of awe, but you weren’t complaining.

“what, you didn’t think i’d show up when a little birdie told me my boyfriend was stabbed on duty? some girlfriend i’d be,” you scoffed sarcastically.

the plastic legs of the chair skidded across the linoleum as you dragged it next to the bed. spencer held out a hand towards you to hold, a sure fire sign something was wrong.

he loved affection, especially from you, but he only seemed to initiate it on blue moons.

you gratefully slipped your fingers in between his and gave them a quick, reassuring squeeze. “what happened, hon?”

his amber hues flicked to several spots around the relatively uninteresting room before landing on your intertwined digits. “we raided his apartment just like we usually do and i happened to be the first one to come across him. i saw he had a gun and i’m lucky i ducked pretty quickly or else i might not even be here at all.

“morgan and i moved in on him to make the arrest, but it slipped our minds that the profile said he was hyper-vigilant and paranoid, and i failed to notice knife he had in his other hand and he stabbed me a few times before emily pulled him away from me.” spencer recalled with an expertise that came as a surprise to absolutely no one who knew him.

“you say that like you’re reciting a poem,” you frowned, rubbing a thumb across his knuckles. “you could’ve died, spence.”

“i guess it’s just not that big of a deal to me?” he seemed to question his own statement as it passed through his lips. “i think i’ve grown so accustomed to putting my life on the line that i just doesn’t even faze me anymore.”

“i get it, but don’t you ever - i don’t know - get worried you won’t come back to me one of these days?” you averted your eyes to the floor.

his grip on your hand tightened exponentially, causing your gaze to snap up to his. “of course i do, i worry about you all the time. isn’t it normal to worry about the person you want to spend the rest of your life with?”

his admission of love brought heat to your cheeks and tears to your eyes. “good, good, i’m glad we both agree on that then.” you smiled sadly.

the presence of an oddly heavy silence weighed down on both of you as you sat in thought. “do you ever get tired, y/n?” the genius queried quietly, elaborating when he noticed the confusion etched across your features. “i mean - well - tired of me? of my life being on the line every time i go to work? of thinking that maybe that time you said goodbye to me when i left would be the last time? doesn’t that exhaust you?”

this was exactly what you had been anticipating since jj called. the drawn-out periods of unusual silence, less eye contact than normal, the anxious fidgeting. not that you’d tell him, but you’d subtly began subconsciously profiling as well. 

  “if you’re asking if i get tired of those things, then yes, i do,” you murmured softly. “but if you’re asking if being with you while i have to deal with all those things is exhausting, then my answer is no. absolutely not.”

another pause. spencer played with your fingers, fiddling around with the ring he’d bought for you as fond memories swirled through his mind. “wouldn’t it be easier if you were with someone else? i don’t know, maybe someone with an average career where they don’t look at dead bodies and arrest serial killers all the time? maybe a barista or something less traumatizing than what i do?”

your lips curled up into a smile as you giggled. “yeah, i mean, of course that’d be easier, but when has life ever been easy? and besides, why would i want a barista when i could have a badass, genius iq level guy like you?”

he grinned, holding eye contact for the longest period of time since you passed through the door. “i think those attributes directly contradict each other, but whatever makes you happy, love.” 

the tension had lifted, conversation flowing with ease, yet you could still tell there was something off about reid. something left unspoken.

“hey,” you murmured, brushing a stray strand of hair out of his face. “you sure you’re alright?”

a moment of hesitation flickered through his eyes before he answered. “of course i am. didn’t i say i was?”

“you did, but you don’t have the best track record when it comes to being honest about your emotions.” you watched several emotions pass through his eyes - one of his tells; those hazel hues could be read like a book.

he seemed to take a deep, collective inhale before he spoke in a small voice. “i know you said you weren’t tired of me, but i’m just scared you’re lying. n-not that i think you would ever be untruthful,” he immediately corrected himself upon understanding how his words could be perceived.

“i-” tears brimmed his coffee colored optics, terrifying you for what he might say next. “you’re the most important thing in my life- in the world even- and i’m just worried you’ll leave me. i’ll come home one night when you’ve decided you’ve had enough of this life and you have all your bags packed, ready to leave. i don’t want to lose you. i can’t lose you.”

noticing a few drops had landing on your lap, you realized you’d been crying as he admitted his insecurities to you. “i love you so much, spencer. more than anything in the world. and i know how hard it is to quiet those voices, and i know whatever i say will only be enough to quell them for a while, but you’re everything to me. just know i would never, ever even dream of leaving you.”

you sniffled, wiping the tear tracks from your face when you looked over to spencer. he held eye contact with you, something you knew was challenging for him to do.

“y/n,” he moved a hand to cup your cheek. “if i asked you to stay, would you?”

you let his words sink in and nodded nearly imperceptibly. you laid a kiss on his palm before turning to him again. “absolutely. i am wholly and completely devoted to you, spencer reid.”

his cheeks burned and his brows furrowed, almost as if he was having trouble accepting your straightforward answer. “do you promise?”

you debated a sarcastic response, but you were unsure what his reaction might be in such a vulnerable state, and you didn’t want to find out.

“i do, my love.” you murmured, crossing your pinky with his. he settled, visibly, too, at your admission of adoration. you knew he struggled with fully trusting those around him and you were immeasurably proud of him in this moment.

“are you heading home?” his soft lilt broke the silence that had blanketed the room with its persistent presence. “i wouldn’t blame you if you were.”

“are you kidding? after all that rom-com sappiness you think i want to leave?” you both laughed, basking in the positivity of the moment. “i’m afraid you’re stuck with me. look, i even brought a change of clothes and everything.”

while you loved the adorable look of surprise on his face, you almost wished you could wipe away any doubts he may harbor in his mind about you and your unwavering loyalty. you looked up at him again as he spoke. “are you going to sleep in that chair?”

“i’d lay with you, but you’ve got wounds everywhere and no way in hell am i risking re-opening anything that’s been sealed.” you held your hands up in mock defense, earning a chuckle from the doctor.

“you could, um, put your head on my chest,” his cheeks tinted pink. “i love it when you do that.” you planted a quick kiss on his cheekbone before pressing a longer one to his lips.

every time your lips met, as cliched as it was, it felt like the first again. not in every way, they were missing the same awkward teeth clashing and spit swapping as the original, but you could almost feel every ounce of passion jolting all the way through your being. and most assuredly, spencer reciprocated your feelings as he chased your lips every single time they made to retreat from his.

you pulled the chair as close to the hospital bed as you could and rested your head on his chest. the lyrical, constant beat of spencer’s lulled you to sleep, creating a symphony just for you.

before your eyes closed, you intertwined spencer’s fingers with yours, prompting him to look down at you. “i’ve got promises to keep, and miles to go before i sleep.”

though he knew it was medically impossible, spencer reid’s heart leapt a mile in his chest at the irrevocable love he felt for you, both in that moment and always as he completed the line, “and miles to go before i sleep.”

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[noforkingclue]

Can i request 13th doctor x reader where reader is not a companion but travel through time via vortex manipulator? reader rescue the doctor and the fam from space pirate n the doctor gets that look when she saw reader in pirate outfit pick up sword to defend her. Doctor secretly loves to see u again but getting all awkward since the last time they met, they kinda having argument. What about is up to u. Thanks in advance. Hope u have a nice day.

Thank you anon! Hope you enjoy the story!

Title: Saving You Again

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“If I had a pound for every time I had to save you…”

“Now really isn’t the time.”

“If not now when?”

“When we’re out of here and you can tell me that you’re right and I was wrong.”

“Nah, last time thathappened you left before I could speak to you.”

The Doctor winced at the harsh tone of your voice and rested her head against the bars of the prison that currently held herself, Graham, Ryan and Yaz. They hung back awkwardly as you sauntered towards them and raised an eyebrow. The sword you currently held dripped with blood and she grimaced when you wiped it one you trouser leg.

“Nice shirt,” she said, “Very… billowy.”

“Thank you,” you turned around, “I always wanted a shirt like this.”

“Same but none of my previous regenerations liked that style of suited it. Maybe my next one.”

“Whenever that may be.”

“Hopefully not for a while,” she said, “You know the problems with regenerating.”

“Oh yes,” you leant against the prison door, “I remember you yelling at me the first time I saw you. What was it you called me again? Unscrupulous wasn’t it?”

“You killed that person.”

“And if I hadn’t you would’ve seen your next body a lot sooner than you would’ve liked.”

An awkward silence settled over you and the Doctor gave you a pained look. She reached between the bars and you stepped out of the way slightly. The fingers just brushed your wrist and you sighed.

“I’m sorry,” she said quietly, “That I hurt your feelings.”

“You said you never wanted to see me again.”

“I was angry.”

“I saved your life.”

“At the expense of another.”

“Don’t act like you’ve never taken a life before.”

“I’ve change.”

“You don’t say.”

The awkwardness intensified and you could tell that her human companions wanted to be anywhere else but there. The Doctor’s eyes never left you as you walked away from the cell they were in and started inspecting the dead body.

“Going to leave us here?” asked the Doctor

“No.”

“Then what-“

You held up the keys and raised an eyebrow. You threw the keys at her and the Doctor caught them. She quickly opened the door and you leant against a beam and studied her as she walked towards you. Neither of you said anything and her companions stayed away as she approached you.

“I missed you.” She said at last

“Really?”

“I tried looking for you.”

“I know.”

“Did you miss me?”

Yes, you had, but you didn’t say that. Memories of what the Doctor had said still cut deep and you weren’t sure if you were ready to forgive her. The Doctor’s shoulders dropped slightly at your indifference and said,

“I understand if you’re still upset at me.”

“If I’m still upset at you?”

“That you’re still upset at me,” the Doctor corrected, “But I really have missed you.”

You managed to hold your blank expression for a little while longer before you let out a small smile. The Doctor looked hopeful at the crack in your barrier and held out a hand.

“Join us,” she said, “You can travel with us. You can be part of my fam!”

“Doctor,” you put your hands on her shoulders, “Please, never call me ‘part of your fam’. If you do that for me we might see each other again soon.”

The Doctor blushed at the contact and you couldn’t help but smile. If you were being completely honest with yourself you had missed her. Travelling in a TARDIS was a lot comfier than travelling via vortex manipulator. You took a couple of steps away and pulled up your sleeve. The Doctor grimaced when she saw the device.

“It’s not good for you.” She said

“Neither is hanging around you,” you replied teasingly, “But I’m still doing that. See you around Doc.”

You gave her a wink as you disappeared in a flash. The Doctor stared at where you had been with a soft expression. You final words gave her hope that one day you’d return to her and things could be how they were before. She missed seeing you in her TARDIS, wrapped up in her sheets and giving her your sleepy morning smile. She shook her head and turned around and saw the amused and slightly confused looks of her companions.

“So,” said Graham, “Who was that?”

“You looked close.” Said Ryan

“Very close.” Said Yaz

“Just a friend,” said the Doctor walking away quickly, “I’ll introduce you more formally later. Right now let’s get off this ship!”

You had certainly made an impression on her companions, judging by the looks they were giving each other. If only you had agreed to stay just a little longer, she was sure that you would’ve all gotten along. Oh well, the future lay ahead and from what you had said there was the possibility of reconciliation between the two of you. She just had to wait and see what it held.

[gihun-my-beloved]

squid game; ep. 2

seong gi-hun x reader.

taken from my wattpad (@RickSanchezski)

words: 1790.

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It was dark, and quiet. But the uncomfortable silence, that made you sick to your stomach simply because of the reason why. The massacre. You couldn't stop thinking about it.

The memories replayed over and over again, almost mockingly.

"Sang-woo, you helped me.. And you did too. You saved my life out there."

"You are alive, that is what matters."

You looked up and saw the guy that had just saved Gi-huns life. You liked him, he was very polite.

The same buzz that happened earlier. The door opened. The same hot pink suits.

Everyone stood up.

It felt way too deja vu, and you could feel yourself spiraling into panic. Gi-hun noticed that but really didn't want to come off as rude, so he simply asked;

"(Y/N)..? Are you okay..?"

Before you could answer, the masked men spoke.

"You have all made it through the first game. Congratulations. You're moving on. I will now announce the results of the first game."

You looked above to a screen, showing the amount of players.

"Out of 456 players, 255 were eliminated, and 201 players successfully completed the first game.

A hysterical woman came through.

"Mister please, listen, i'm so sorry" she cried out. "I swear i will pay what i owe. I'll do it, ill pay it all. Please sir, i have a child. Oh! so young, I still need to register, and I still need to name my child sir. Please sir, let me le-"

You felt bad for her, so desperate. but you couldn't help but admit it was kind of funny, seeing how people's attitude changed, including your own.

"Please, I'm so sorry. Sir im begging you, Let me leave and i swear I'll find a way to pay it all. Let me go home."

This started a chain reaction of people getting on their knees and begging.

"There seems to be a misunderstanding. We are not trying to hurt you or collect your debts.Let me remind you that we're here to give you a chance."

"A chance? We play some kids games. And you shoot us. You want me to choose that?

That's some chance. We may be in debt, sir... but that doesn't justify killing us all."

"This is just a game."

"Killing everyone out there was a... game to you, huh?"

"They were simply eliminated for breaking the rules of the game. If you just follow the rules,you can leave this place safely with the prize money we promised."

"Just keep your damn money. I don't care! Let me just go home. That's all I want."

"Let us leave. Let us go."

"Consent form clause 1. A player is not allowed to stop playing."

"Come on! You think you'll get away with this, huh? The police will come. They'll bust in here any minute now. They'll be here since we all disappeared."

" Yeah. And I bet they have everybody's phones tracked here already.Look at all your hostages. You're doomed if you don't let us go!"

"We're all dead-"

He was interrupted by a gunshot, and everyone screamed.

"Consent form clause 2. A player who refuses to play will be eliminated."

Sang-woo began. "Consent form clause 3. If all the players agreed to stop playing, the games are allowed to end.

...Or am I wrong?"

"You are correct."

"So let's vote on ending this. If the majority wishes to leave this place, then everyone gets to go home, right?"

"All right, as you wish. We will take a vote to decide on the termination of the game. Before we vote, let me announce the prize money for the game as previously promised."

Wads of cash fell into the golden sphere above us. Everyone looked up in awe, once again, blinded by money.

You didn't fall for it. You wanted out of this hellhole as soon as possible, and you would take every opportunity you get to escape.

The only issue was.. Gi-hun. It was a weird connection. Usually people say "How are you?" In a way which they dont actually care how you are, they used it as a conversation starter, but he was different. He asked it, genuinely wondering how you were.

You'd never felt that way. But you could live without him.

"Uh, sir... So then, if we can complete all six games, how much do we get?" It was the same lady begging to get out, the one that started all of the commotion. You were starting to suspect she was just.. out of her mind.

"Since there were 456 players, the total prize money is 45.6 billion won. And with that, we will now begin the voting."

"As you can see, there are two buttons in front of you. If you wish to continue playing, press the green button with an O. If you wish to stop playing, then please press the red button with the X instead. After you finish voting, move to the other side of the white line and wait. Voting will be done in reverse order of the numbers on your chests.

Player 456, please cast your vote."

He stared, before deciding on X.

Smart man.

"Player 455, please cast your vote."

You went up.

Looked up.

Looked at your hands.

Then, pressed X.

After me it was 454.

She went to go for O first, hesitated, went for X then hesitated again. She looked up at the glowing sphere full of money before pressing O.

"Player 218." A square guard commanded.

He exhaled deeply, staring at the two options before him. He looked as if he wasnt thinking anything. Just meaninglessly staring at something.

He ended up pressing down X. You felt disappointed. More disappointed because it was Sang-woo, more than anything else. One of Gi-hun's closest.. friends? His expression was a mix of hurt, anger and confusion. You knew Sang-woo could feel 456 staring.

Someone started to shout.

"Have you all gone crazy? We have to leave. We can't keep putting up with this insanity!-"

"So what if we leave? Tell me, what changes? Just as bad as it is out there than it is here, goddamn it."

"She's right! If we stop now, it only helps the ones who are dead. They'll get 100 million won, and not us. We made it through! They're out! That money is ours."

"Please..! think about what happened out there."

People were getting hysterical now.

"Where am I supposed to go, huh? Out there, I don't stand a chance. Cmon lets finish this thing! I'd rather stay and keep on trying in here than go back to the bullshit out there."

Another player must've had enough, because he grabbed 322 by the collar.

"You jerk! You got some kind of death wish? Go die alone! Don't drag everybody else into this, you little shit!"

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Who are you to-"

Both gasped when a square guard shoved a gun into 119's back.

"We will not condone any kind of act that impedes this democratic process. Now, let us resume and continue voting."

Eventually everyone had casted their vote except for the old man, 001. The one who had been playing red light green light as if he hadn't just witnessed at least 200 die. He treated it as if he was actually reliving his childhood.

It was 50 votes for O, 50 votes for X. He had the deciding vote.

"It seems we're down to the last vote. Player 001."

He walked to go and decide on everyone in the room's fate. As if there was nothing.. pressuring about it.

He rested his hand in the middle.

"If you wish to continue playing, press O. However, if you wish to stop playing, then press X."

You closed your eyes, mind blank. You "woke up" 10 seconds later, looking at your feet, praying to god he pressed X. Some people were cheering, some simply did/ said nothing. Thinking "So.. whats next?"

You look up. O-100. X-101.

You mentally thanked the old man for possibly saving your life.

"the majority of the players have voted to terminate the game. Therefore, this game is now terminated"

"Hey! Okay, anybody who wants, they can go. But let the ones who want, stay till the end, though."

"He's right! Please let us stay! We'll keep playing the game! Half of us have died already! We can't just stop here."

"Yes! Let us continue!"

"It truly is a pity that we must say goodbye to you like this. However, we will not completely seal the door of opportunity or all of you. If the majority of you wish to participate again, then we will resume the game. So, goodbye for now."

As promised, they gave you back your stuff. The only issue was, your last memory was after the guard finished speaking, you and Gi-hun looked at each other, realizing this could be the last time you saw each other.

"Bye.. for now"

And that was it.

You thought his goodbye was genuine until you were (rulely) awoken by getting thrown out of that same sketchy white van.

You couldnt see anything, they had put a blindfold on you.

You then heard that same voice that you thought you would never hear again.

"Help! Help! Help! Hello?! Help over here! I cant see anything!" He sounded frantic, it was hilarious. You can to bite your tongue to stop yourself from laughing.

"..Gi-hun?"

"Ohh, (Y/N).."

You were lying pretty close to him, even with your hands tied you managed to get his blindfold off.

"Thanks for that.. I'll untie you hold on."

He got your restraints off, so you took off your blindfold as well. You then got rid of the wires around your ankles.

You left to get your clothes.

"What are you... oh okay. Get dressed first. It's cold." He shivers. "I'm freezing too. Oh, yeah. Hurry up now. Ooh that hurts..-"

"Chill out Gi-hun, jesus i haven't even..."

You turned to face him. What was he hiding underneath that tracksuit? Damn.

"... got my shirt on yet."

Your voice went from annoyed to quiet.

A pocket knife fell out of your hoodie, so you used it to untie him.

"Thank you, (Y/N)"

You were on your way to your friends house to crash for just a night, and remembered you still had around 90,000 won from a couple days ago. Meaning you could pay for staying at hers, for at least a week. When you were about to ring the doorbell, you saw a certain card wedged into the crack of the door.

On the back it stated the day, time and whereabouts

You realized you couldn't keep living like this, and the people in there were right.

[oikawaplssteponme]

• MASTERLIST

pairing: (prince) Oikawa Toru x (princess) fem! reader

warnings: none

word count: > 2k words

synopsis: A childhood lover, a perfect picture, a thoughtful risk, a dashing spark, a resurfaced fling, a beautiful mystery, and an unlikely charmer. With so many flowers in the garden, which do you pick?

a/n: hello hello! ahh im very excited to share this first part with you all! this one is a bit longer [ most parts won’t be this long ] but that’s because there is important background info since it is the first part :)) i’d love to hear your thoughts and reblogs are also greatly appreciated! enjoy xx

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Confidence is Key

The castle was bustling with people, entering in and out at a fast pace. The chatter bounced off of the walls and high ceilings as orders were being shouted of where to take things and what to do. You stood in the middle of it all, unsure what to do with yourself. The room was spinning, your head was spinning. In just a few hours, music would be playing as people danced the night away. In just a few hours, you would meet a potential husband.

“Your Grace! You should be getting ready! We have things under control down here don’t worry. Go, go!” Sophia, head of castle affairs, shooed you away. She was clearly under an uncomfortable amount of stress.

“Is there anything you’d like me to help with? I don’t have to get ready quite yet,” you explained. Sophia shook her head violently.

“No no not at all Your Highness. You really must go get ready, Anita is awaiting your arrival,” she insisted. You sighed and did as you were told. You walked up the grand staircase and up to your quarters.

You didn’t mind helping, you often did when you could. Nonetheless, your role as princess called you other such duties. Those included getting ready for the ball in a different way.

“Oh there you are! I’ve been searching the whole castle for you!” exclaimed Anita. Anita was your lady-in-waiting. She was also your best friend.

“My apologies, I got caught up in the excitement of everything that was happening downstairs,” you explained. You laid down onto your bed, letting out a frustrated sigh.

“I don’t want to go tonight,” you admitted. Anita sat down next to you.

“The ball is for you after all. It would be quite silly if you didn’t show up to your own event,” she chuckled.

“No more complaints Y/N, you will go to the ball and you will enjoy it,” interrupted your mother. She bursted through the doors of your room, followed by other attendants to help you get ready.

“The ball isn’t even for me. It’s for him.”

“It’s for the both of you my darling. After all, we’re here to find you a husband, not play dress up,” replied your mother. You sat up and crossed your arms.

“Well you didn’t meet father until the fifth ball. Are you expecting me to sort through all of these princes or pick the first one I find?” You groaned. Your mother chuckled.

“I just so happened to meet him at the fifth ball. He could’ve been the first suitor and I still would have fallen in love with him.”

Whenever there was a princess of age, all eligible princes from neighboring kingdoms would come and present themselves in an attempt to win her hand. In this case, your hand was what they wished to win. A ball would take place for each prince, as to welcome them and for the two of you to get to know each other. There would be seven balls taking place.

“What if I go through all seven and don’t like any of them?”

“Then pick the one you dislike the least,” joked your mother, though you knew she was serious.

“Which prince is coming today?” You asked. Your mother smiled.

“He is known as ‘The Great Prince’ soon to be Great King. His kingdom of Aoba Johsai is farthest from ours, hence why his welcome will be first,” she explained. You nodded. You had met the prince once before, but when you were children. He was more of a sweet memory now.

“What is his name again?”

“His name, my dear, is Prince Toru Oikawa.”

~

After your mother had left you, you began to get ready. It was tradition for the welcoming kingdom’s prince or princess to wear the other sides colors, as a sign of respect. You had a beautiful dress made for the event. With silver crystals and white satin, you certainly would be the belle of the ball. You would wear a simple aquamarine diamond necklace to tie your look together.

You sat at your vanity as you applied the finishing touches to your makeup. It was almost time for you to head down to the ball. You could hear people arriving. Royalty, knights, dukes and duchesses, everyone would be here.

Anita cinched you up into your dress, making it a little difficult to breathe.

“I’m gonna be out of breath by the first dance if you go any tighter,” you laughed.

“I’m sorry Your Grace.”

Anita tied up the corset, followed by the actual dress. You went to look at yourself in the mirror. You looked beautiful no doubt.

“The prince would be silly not to fall for you,” smiled Anita. You sighed.

“Him falling isn’t what I’m worried about.”

You could hear the sound of violins from the ballroom as you stood outside of it, greeting everyone who entered. There had to be at least one hundred people inside, if not more.

“Oh Y/N I see him!” whispered your mother. She quickly organized your skirt and made sure your necklace was facing the correct way.

“Big smiles everyone.”

Standing before you were two men. You honestly had no idea which one was the prince.

“Your Majesties, I’m pleased to introduce you to Prince Toru Oikawa of Aoba Johsai,” said the shorter of the two. The prince greeted the king and queen before making his way to you.

“Your Highness...”

He took your hand, kissing the top of it. He certainly had grown up a bit since you had seen him last. His hair brown and fluffy, his eyes dark and hypnotic, his smile bright and flirtatious. He wore a perfectly tailored suit with his royal metals and a teal sash.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Your Grace,” you smiled.

“The pleasure is all mine Princess. Perhaps I may treat you to a dance later in the evening?” he smirked. You nodded.

“Until then.”

The two men parted into the depths of the ball.

“Oh he is so handsome Y/N!” your mother gushed.

“Not terrible...”

“Go mingle my dear! Get to know him!” she insisted. You sighed and went out to the floor.

You weren’t big on dancing. In all honesty, you weren’t big on fancy balls. They got old after a while.

“You don’t actually plan to just stand there all night, now do you Princess?”

You looked over your shoulder and standing next to you was Prince Toru.

“Of course not...”

“Did I mention that you look truly gorgeous tonight? My kingdom’s colors seem to suit you,” he smiled.

“Thank you Your Highness.”

“Just Oikawa please. Or Toru if you feel so inclined.”

“Fair enough Oikawa. Then please, it’s just Y/N,” you said.

“Well, I’m not going to pretend that I don’t know what’s going on. Your family planned this ball as for us to fall in love, am I right?”

Your eyes widened a bit and you looked up at Oikawa.

“You aren’t wrong. However I have a feeling it won’t be that simple,” you smirked. Oikawa chuckled.

“Oh Y/N, don’t hold yourself back from fawning over me. It’s okay, every girl where I come from does so.”

“I’m not every other girl Toru.”

Oikawa moved to stand in front of you. His tall figure bowed in front of you.

“Then may I have this dance. Let’s see if you dance better than every other girl.”

You stared at Oikawa’s hand in front of you. You took his hand carefully as he led you to the dance floor.

Oikawa had one hand on your waist as the other hand held yours. The two of you spun around in time with the orchestra’s strings that played.

“Not too bad,” he laughed.

“Well I’d hope not, this isn’t my first ball.”

“It is your first of the seven though, am I correct?”

“Right again Toru.”

“I suppose then that it is my job to make sure I’m your favorite out of the seven. I hope that when you think of me, you think that I’m the best you’ve ever had.”

Oikawa’s words were smooth and sultry. The way he spoke so clearly yet loud enough for only you to hear.

“You’ve got yourself convinced that I’ll be yours. That’s a dangerous game to be playing.”

“Oh Y/N, my dearest, I promise that I don’t feel threatened by those other six. I didn’t even bother to check who I was against, since it won’t be much of a competition.”

“So I’m the game?”

Oikawa’s eyes widened.

“Oh god no, not at all. You’re a crowned jewel, my love. The moment I saw you I knew that you could certainly cause the death of a bachelor.”

Your heart fluttered a bit at the sound of his voice. He was completely wrapped around your finger. Subconsciously, you knew that you were wrapped around his as well.

“You’re confident Toru. That’s an admirable trait.”

“I have to be if I’m going to run my kingdom one day. No one would follow after a weak king.”

“I suppose that’s why they call you the Great Prince, soon to be Great King.”

“You could even call yourself the Great Queen. Has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”

You chuckled.

“It certainly does. Well Toru, answer me this question: why should I pick you?”

Oikawa’s blank expression turned to a cheeky smile. He pulled you closer to him.

“Because, we have history Y/N.”

You had first met the prince when you were just 8 years old. Your family was invited to his kingdom for a banquet. Since you two were close in age, you spent all your time together. You enjoyed the small friendship you had with him. You were young and clueless after all. Oikawa had even said that the two of you should get married, since you were already friends. Your childish mind agreed, not knowing what the future had in store for you. So now here you were, dancing with your childhood love, in a ball made for just you and him.

“I didn’t think you remembered that,” you admitted.

“How could I forget the princess who blessed me with my first kiss?”

The young Oikawa had led you to the gardens. He insisted that if you two were to get married one day, you might as well get used to kissing each other. You agreed and so you kissed him. Your little lips maybe touched for a maximum of a second but still, his pink flushed cheeks were unforgettable.

“Well I’m happy to hear that I made some form of impact on you, Toru.”

“I hope I did the same. I plan to be the best you’ve ever had, remember?”

Before you could reply, the song had stopped and people began to shuffle off of the ballroom floor. Oikawa presented his arm for you to take, which you did happily.

“Excuse me Your Highness, I need to borrow the prince,” said the man who entered with Oikawa earlier. You nodded.

“That’s alright. Well, it was a pleasure Toru,” you said. Oikawa kissed your hand once more.

“Oh the pleasure was all mine Y/N.”

As the night came to an end, the ballroom soon became empty. You stood in the middle of it, alone. For some reason, you thought of Oikawa. How his charm seemed to have melted your coldness towards the situation. He had a certain glow to him, bringing out this warmer side to you.

“Even with the night finished you still look just as beautiful as when it started,” said Oikawa behind you. He stood at the top of the stairs as you stood below on the dance floor. Oikawa joined you, standing in front of you.

“I could say the same about you Toru.”

“I’m about to depart but I wanted to make sure to give you a proper goodbye,” he explained.

“Go ahead,” you said. Oikawa smirked, and slowly leaned in to kiss your cheek.

“I’ll be counting the days until I get to see you again, just as I did when we were kids. Goodnight Y/N.”

“Goodnight Toru.”

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HELLO MITCH ur blog is so cute i come here all the time for the Good sally face content im rlly going thru it rn with university so reading ur sally face imagines rlly helps <3 could i request something for sal and/or larry w an s/o that has obsessive compulsive disorder and struggles a lot?? like thinking theres only Two Possible Options for things sometimes, feeling like they have to be Perfect or theyre nothing, etc? tysm if u can, i just dont see enough fics for that sort of thing </3

I’m so happy to hear that my content has helped you when you’ve been struggling! I totally agree that there aren’t enough fics/imagines regarding mental illness- I hope that these headcanons bring you some comfort  🤗💕

Note: While I did quite a lot of research while writing this, I don’t personally have OCD. If any of this information is off, please don’t hesitate to tell me and I will correct it ASAP!

Sal and Larry with an s/o who has OCD-

Sal

-Though he generally keeps himself and his things clean, he usually isn't one that's bothered by germs or unsanitary things. If his s/o is someone who has a preoccupation with contamination, he'd volunteer to touch or clean whatever they perceived as unclean (ex: opening doors, steering shopping carts, handling raw meat, disposing of spoiled food, cleaning bathrooms, etc.) when necessary and wouldn't be offended if his s/o requested he participate in a certain decontamination ritual afterword to put them at ease. He would also reassure his partner that they and the things they've touched are not 'dirty' if they believed that THEY were the cause of contamination, despite them believing otherwise.

-His patience comes in handy if his s/os compulsions lead to 'obsessional slowness' when things aren't 'just right' and s/o feels compelled to repeat tasks, or if s/o needs frequent reassurance about certain things (he could use some reassurance of his own when things 'don't feel right', so it will be a two-way street)

-He has first-hand experience with mental illness and understands that delusions and intrusive thoughts (strange, disturbing or otherwise) aren't a reflection of a persons actual desires. He knows they can't help having these unwelcome ideas pop into their head and that they don't want to act on them, so he talks his s/o through them and reminds them that they aren't a bad person for having these kinds of thoughts.

-Sal is a collector, so he kind of understands if his partner has a tendency to hoard things, even if their motivation is more about 'keeping things just in case,' instead of 'keeping things because they're interesting or hold sentimental value'. He'd make an area in their living space for them to keep their objects organized. At the same time, he'd try to help them keep their collection manageable so that it doesn't take over the house.

-Sal doesn't have the best memory, but he would make more of an effort to keep records/a calendar if his S/O is the type to worry that they may have done something harmful in the past that they cannot recall.  

-If his S/O has fears of breaking moral rules, Sals emotional knowledge and understanding really comes in handy. He's been through plenty of therapy sessions and has a lot of tools at his disposal to deal with feeling as if you are inherently bad or have done something unforgivable without meaning to. He'd talk through his S/Os fears with them to help them feel better about any social faux pas they may or may not have committed and will willingly step in to help if he sees that S/O is struggling in a social situation/obligation.

Larry

-Would make an effort to keep his living space more tidy so it wouldn't trigger his s/os compulsions for organization or cleanliness. He would not be offended if his s/o felt the need to organize his things in a certain way so they 'feel right,' as long as he can find what he needs and they don't throw anything important away.

-He TOTALLY gets being easily grossed out, so he's very understanding when his s/o reacts with disgust to things others might not be phased by. He'll do his best to handle what he can stomach for them, but there might be times where he and his s/o decide to mutually bail on a situation or conversation that's just to nauseating to handle.

-His spontaneity and enthusiasm can come in handy when his s/o has been procrastinating or having difficulty making decisions- he'll give them the jump-start they need or help to make a final call if they find themselves floundering between choices

-Larry deals with his own delusional thoughts (specifically that he's cursed and that every bad thing that happens around him is somehow his fault), so he understands when his partner makes cause and effect connections in their mind that aren't actually true. He'd be there to talk through those connections with his s/o and would gently but firmly assure them that they haven't inadvertently caused some catastrophe with an unrelated action (though he wouldn't put them down for thinking that way, and he might need them to do the same for him sometimes.)

-Is great at helping his S/O tackle perfectionism and needing things to be 'just right'. He's a strong believer in the serendipitous, and that projects don't have to be 'just so' to be great work. He also knows that burn-out can be detrimental to creativity and would encourage his S/O to take breaks when they find themselves compelled to complete a task with very high standards.

-His knowledge of home maintenance and repair comes in handy when S/O needs reassurance or feels a compulsion to check that their living space is 'safe'. He would check wiring, make sure locks are in working order, test smoke detectors regularly, etc. and would quickly fix anything that posed a potential (or perceived) threat.

[first-son-of-finwe]

im the anon from before that asked abt whether or not feanor or nerdanel would get back together, your take has been on my mind and I really like it. In my heart I too think there's potential for them to reconcile, but how do you think at least on Feanor's part, that would happen? Would he be a completely different elf, more tempered in his pride and emotions? How does one even approach the topic of forgiveness after all that happened?? I don't know if he'd prostrate himself in repentance necessarily. Maybe they have to start over from the very beginning, and it takes a very, very long time to re-earn her trust enough to repair even a friendship. let alone a relationship. And it makes me wonder just what it would take for Nerdanel to forgive him, would she miss the man he was before the madness? They can never go back to who they were and how they were before, I don't think. Moreso that they'd both have to relearn who they are and how to be around the other person. Omg sorry for the rambling I've just never taken an interest in them like this before now cuz its SOOO conflicting as hell. And juicy with drama.

Juicy drama and conflicting as hell is correct 😅 I'm glad you're giving me more chances to explore these two. I'm gonna pen a whole damn essay here, so bear with me.

What would it take, on Fëanor's part, to reconcile? Would he have to be a completely different elf? The idea of being a 'different elf' is always interesting, so I'll bring out my headcanons on how Fëanor changes from life to death, and throughout his time in Mandos.

First and foremost, I have always seen Fëanor as someone who was tormented by his own mind. It's no secret that smarter people suffer more, and geniuses are rarely happy...so for him, his gifts were a double edged sword that gave him wonderful things, but also demanded a price. That price, often, was inner peace and emotional stability.

After a certain point in Mandos, I think he would come to understand just how hard it was, living his life with his chemically abundant, trigger-happy and constantly restless brain. He would also understand that he can accept help, that it is possible to move towards having more inner balance and peace, and this will ultimately make his experience of being conscious (I won't say alive, because, Mandos) better. It's like installing some brakes on a runaway train - you're not fundamentally changing what the train is or what it does, but you're making sure there is control, and that it doesn't veer off the rails and hurt itself and others in the process.

So in answer to this question, I think he would have to achieve a certain level of....hindsight, a deeper understanding of himself, and a willingness to bring himself into a more centred place. Over time, and in recognition of the struggles he's faced all his life and how that affected everyone around him, I think he would want to do this.

How this affects his perception of who he fundamentally is, whether or not he feels he's lost anything....that's a whole other conversation to have, and it's not one with a definitive answer.

But this is where Nerdanel can come into this.

What would it take for Nerdanel to forgive? Would she miss the man he was before the madness? Nerdanel is named 'the wise', and I believe she is empathetic by nature. If she understands all of the above, sees for herself that her husband has understood it too, and is actively moving in a different direction....then, perhaps, the topic of forgiveness can be brought up.

I should say that here all of the above is distinct from Fëanor's personality, which is fiery, bold, adventurous, passionate and stubborn by nature. He had long periods of his life where he was just happy, and I think his courtship, marriage and years with his children were the longest of these. I can't imagine that Nerdanel would not have looked back and missed those good times terribly, ached for them.

I am also slightly weak to the idea of her emotions overpowering her rational judgement a bit. Yes, she is entirely justified in denouncing him forever, in not extending any forgiveness, or even another second's thought. But she still remembers the elf she fell in love with, and goddamnit, some part of that is still there.

If Fëanor ever managed to speak to her, I think he would want to express his remorse for a lot of things. I cannot imagine that he wouldn't be pained by how much he hurt her, and how badly he messed up his marriage to someone who was his soul mate in every way. As I said in the last post, he would not necessarily be expecting any reconciliation - he would just do it in the hope that his words could give her some kind of catharsis, and relieve some of her anger. After everything, he wants to give her that at least.

From there....who knows? Perhaps they could, as you say, learn to be around each other again. A small smile here and there for an old quirk they recognise, for an old memory, for the humour they used to share that naturally emerges sometimes.

I like to think that they could make it. It may not be the same again, but a) they just can't seem to stay away, and b) it gets a little better every time.

[definitelynotacosmicbeing]

I attended a funeral today...

And I really don’t know how I feel right now. The last time I went to a funeral I was a kid and really didn’t understand what was going on. I felt no grief for the bastard that died.

He was an abusive as hole who hit kids, and cuased my dad to go through hell. I only knew him for a short time and the only emotion I ever felt towards the man was either fear or resentment.

He died when I was in the first or second grade. So I was whatever age that is.

But today I went to a funeral for a women I never met. And- it was a Christian funeral by the way. I was completely lost the whole time but the families there where very understanding and never got mad when I didn’t sing along or not understand that I’m supposed to say the words in bold.

She was my fathers childhood best friends mother. She died on my brother birthday last week. From the story’s I’ve heard she was a wonderful woman.

And... And her kid... He was- is so awful. For an example he destroyed her and her husbands business running it into the ground completely.

He was never around and just acted as a leach, takeing things without the entent to ever repay the favor. Not that she ever asked him to.

But- what’s really makeing me angery is what I found out. Her son two weeks before her death (illegally) changed her will so that he would inherit everything.

He took advantage of her, just for some properties and things that she considers valuable.

This of course won’t stand up in court, the other son. (He’s a literaly angel. I’ve know him since I was a kid. He’s to kind for his own good.) Will though have to face his brother in court and have to fight for the house.

This of course will take time. To much time, until then the bad son will probably pawn everything the woman owned.

But... I’ve never turely felt loss like this in my life. I have both my parents, the grandparents that I’ve grown up with. I’ve never had a friend die, I never lost a person so close to me. It’s a loss that I will be forced to feel again but- probably a thousand times worse.

I’m terrified.

I still cry when I hear that someone was killed on the news, I still mourn the loss of those people like they where family. It’s something I’ve always done.

But this... I don't know how to my feelings into words. As i write this Im crying and my heart rate is 98. But those are just observations.

I can explain what’s happening in my mind though... I’m remembering things, things that make me angery and confused.

Things like my own father saying that the elderly should just die- because they can’t contribute anymore.

My mother making ugly remarks about a kid at my school who died from an overdose. Calling them a “druggy” who is better off not being a burden.

The people who created “all live matter,” to say that all lives don’t.

People who remove park benches because people where sleeping on them.

The kids that bullied me rerenttusly because I was “forren.” (I’m an American cizsen who is white. I might have other things in me but I’m white.) Just because I wasn’t born in the same town as them.

The first person who hit me. Just because they where mad, I’ve never wanted to do that... I can’t understand why someone would do that to another person.

I’m currently in a lot of pain from my covid vaccine my entire arm feels like it’s being crushed from all directions. My brother is purposely bumping into it and is punching it. And all I’ve said is “please stop, your hurting me.” I’ve never punched him in his arm, where he was vaccinated. It’s never even crossed my mind.

I guess why I’m trying to say is I can’t understand why people can be so cruel. How people can just- say things like that. Where talking about people...

I just- what... What happened to cuase this? We- people aren’t supposed to be like this. Where supposed to be the smart ones but- we can be so cold and curel.

I feel like a pool cleaner that was given the ability to see color.

I was a pallbearer today, normally I wouldn’t be but my younger brother wasn’t actually strong enough to do it. So I volunteered too, I was worried that without the “correct amount” of people something would go wrong.

As I carried the body of a woman who I learned so much about I so little time... It was like a wave of emotions hit me all at once.

I was allowing myself to grieve for the first time. I’ve never done this before...

I don’t personally believe in an after life out of spite. If someone can create such a cruel world they don’t deserve to be praised for it. I don’t believe in the small moments or liveing your life to the fullest.

I’ve personally not lived a good life. It could have been so much worse but, it was enough to make the way I am today. Spiteful against my own existence. Everytime I find myself smileing and doing something fun I can’t enjoy it. Because if I do- when it’s gone, it will just hurt more.

Because it won’t last...

One day I’ll just be FIRST NAME LAST NAME. (In the government when your deased your name is written in all caps)

Ive have never let myself think to much about my death... Its inevitable, and I don’t think I can ever get over that. I don’t see a reason to want to live forever but I don’t see a reason to want to die other.

So I just didn’t let myself think about it. It never lead to good things.

As a result of my depression my memory has become worse and worse. I’ve been on trips and have had so many experiences but I have no memory of them. Not even after being reminded.

Only photos that I took- it’s... They had photos of her in the church. They where of her when she got married and some recent ones. And I thought to myself, it’s just like looking at the photos I take.

Ones of experiences that I don’t remember, ones that only others can remember for me. And I guess, that broke me today.

One day I’ll be her, people will take whatever I called my own. Whatever family I may have will have to experience my loss.

And someone won’t care. Someone will just glance over my death as a fact in a history they never will experience.

I’m sorry for putting such a long post on here... I- I’m just really not okay at the moment. I have to many things going on right now for me to handle, I just want to scream and cry but don’t have the time to.

What a cruel existence I’ve found myself in...

[beanyboobee]

hi! just wanted to say i love ur theories sm! especially the ones about the triangle and reki and adam being like the "devil and angel" on langas shoulder. would you mind expanding a bit more on the meaning of the ending song? i was looking at them and it definitely feels like ranga is going to become canon is some form and that it will be requited at first, then adam gets in the way and its unrequited, and then maybe its requited again? idk thats what i picked up from it but what r ur thoughts?

Awe thank you so much! And of course! I would love to expand more on what I think the meaning of the ending song is! Just keep in mind im using the English translation from YouTube so there may of been a few words mistranslarws but this is why I thonk the song is reki and langa having a conversation. I wont be going word for word other wise we will be here awhile but here's some things I noticed

"Oh let's keep the feelings"

Can have many meanings, and throughout the ending song it changes meaning quite alottm but at the beginning I think what it refers to is skating. And how they need to keep their love for it. This is important as recently in the show Reki seems to be losing his love for it. Blinded by feeling inferior. So what this lyric implies is what is truely important to both of them. And that is keeping the feeling they had when they first started skating.

From deduction I beleive the first verse is Rekis point of veiw

"The road on which the kicked stone rolls, you're stubborn"

As we know Langa is the more stubborn outnofnthe two. Reki is the more carefree and go with the flow.

"There is no distinction between old and new, I like what I always like"

If my thoughts are correct and they are older looking back on their younger days. I think this is Reki admitting that even though they have grown and even if their sneakers have changed they are still the same as they were back then. That his feelings from those days are still as strong as ever.

"I feel like another person for the rest of my life"

Can be a confusing thing to try and deciper as it can have many meaning but my favorite one, is that this is him admitting he wants Langa with him forever. That he doesn't want to be alone, that he feels like having Langa there is what he needs.

This is immediately followed by

"Lets go together. Let's go with you. Beyond the sea of tears, I can move. I can help you "

Furthering the previous statement that this is their way of saying they want to stay together. As we know Reki is constantly helping Langa. Let it be with skateboarding or even fixing Langas board. Rekinis always excited to help. So the mention of helping is what made me think this verse was Reki.

"If you have a feeling. Let's keep feelings. Let's keeping your heart. As we are Happiness with you."

They want to keep feeling this way. They don't want things to change, because this is when they are happy.

To no ones supprise it is blatantly obvious that the boys will find their happiness in each ither. Like rekinsaid his happiness in epispde 1 was skating. So I wouldn't be supprised that in the final episode if the thought of happiness is brought back up and it changes.

"Inside an empty cigar case. I was growing tall now. To be honest. I will remember. Tightly tied laces. Let's make it my favorite color. Its infinite. I like what i always like."

The mention of a cigar case is what gave me the idea that this is when they are older. And esspeically the mention of growing taller. Though I don't know which one this could be. Judging by some lyrics later I assumed this verse was Langa.

Again the mention of shoes is brought up. Leading back to skateboardong then the mention of a favorite color.(( I dont think this refers to the shoes themselves but if it did that would be interesting because ya know what red and blue make? ..purple. and what color are langas shoes? Damn I could do a whole crack theory on this man's shoes-)) but anyway! I think the favorite color is in referance to langas new board. As we know he will be getting a new board soon and if its reki making it. It wouldn't supprise me if he asked langa for his favorite color to paint it.

NOW THIS IS THE PART THAT HAD ME FLIPPING MY LAPTOP WHEN I REALISED IT WAS A CONVERSATION

Remember this from verse 1?

"Unimaginable wall ride. It made me laugh all right. All night I was waiting for the morning. "

Yes well read this from verse 2. A direct response.

"Fearless wall ride. I'll make you laugh all right. All night has been exceeded"

And then it is instantly followed with

"I feel like another person for the rest of my life" again

From verse 1. It made me think about how Reki would laugh alott while Langa was learning. Mostly because langa really could not pull off the basic things and would often end up hurting himself. The mention of waiting for the morning is as if Reki is excited to see Langa. To skate with langa. Not having someone for so long it brings him excitement each day to have someone there.

And then the direct response from Langa is as if he is saying he aimed to make Reki laugh with what he did. That he kept trying just to get him to laugh. Before reassuring him that the night is done and that he really is here to stay. That if Reki was worried everything was just a dream. The day proves to him it isn't.

"Lets talk about silly things with you forever. I want to laugh next to you. "

As we know Reki tends to ramble and Langa tends to listen. But something the show shows wonderfully is how the more time passes Langa is becoming more open. He smiles mostly whenever Reki is talking to him showing how he and Reki have grown close. Again this is talking about they want to be beside each other again.

I beleive that sentance is Rekis point of beiw though. He wants to talk with Lamga and much as possiable and he wants the ither to laugh.

Which leads me to belive this song takes place when they are seperated . Not together in that moment. But both thinking back on the same memories.

Final verse.

"If the world ends. I dont need anything special. Same pace as usual. Let's stay together unchanged. Yes 'now is beautiful. "

I don't know who's point of veiw this verse is. But I like to think its both lf them. Or it switches between them.

They talk about how even if the world ends they will be fine so long as they are together and the same as usual. That NOW is perfect. Because all they need is one another.

"Lets go together. Lets go with you. Its not just fun. Youre here by my side. Helping me. "

Now I belive that is Langas response to reki in the first verse saying he wants to help him. That langa wants to keep going to the future with Reki besides him. And the same for Reki. He wants to go with Langa. Skateboarding is no longer just fun for eaither of them anymore. It became more then that because ts something they do together.

As Joe said. Our local villian man says skateboarding is a language of love. (Though I will draw a line in the sand and say local villian man treats more like lust and desire) but! For reki and langa is really is a love language. Skateboarding basically represents a reltionship in this show. They started it together. Kept doing it together. But eventually one person was moving ahead to fast and the other couldn't catch up this will result in- (*cough* their first breakup) but skateboarding will definetly bring them back together again.

The show will definetly separate them at some point. Because it has to be done . Of my theories are correct. They need to be separated and away from each other in order to full realise they need each other. They need that break to realise skateboarding isn't just fun anymore. That without the other there to support them. Its no longer what it used to be.

"Im not alone. I'm always by your side."

This can apply to both the characters which is why I beleive the final verse is a mixture of the two of them. For Langa he came to Japan not knowing anyone but his mom. He was alone till Reki shoved his way into his life. And for Reki he was alone even though he was surrounded by so many people. Because he had no one to truepy connect with. But now they are always beside each other.

"You can talk about silly things as many times as you like. I will remember and laugh"

Now not alott of thing scare me but this- ...this thing scares me- ok so all joking aside. This is another direct response to a line a few verses back. But this time ots langa. Langa saying how he doesn't mind listening to Reki talk. Because he will remember everything and laugh about it. That as long as reki wants to keep talking he will listen..

Though I'm kind of scared how they phrased the remember and laugh thing- I just have trust issues with this director since banana fish so they just better not give my boys an angsty ending-

And finally!

"You are always in my chest."

They are always in each others hearts. Another suspicious lyric that is making me second guess everything sweet. And makes me beleive the two of them are seperated some how. It better only be because of college or I swear- hands will be thrown!

But apart from that its a very sweet song. About them feeling nolsolgic. Thinking back of their past. Remembering feelings. How they will always be in each ithers hearts. How they are each others happiness. And how they can't see a future without each other in it.

Though it is also possiable for the singers of each verse to be the complete opposite of what I choose. Since langa seems to be the one helping Reki now, but we will wait till the show ends to do a serious theory on this once and for all xD