#no other title does anything similar except you know what

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

where is that post i made about cult!geto discovering things about himself when u jokingly call him emperor i was so fucking right

[scara-writes]

100% perfect

GN!Esper!Reader x Y!Guide!Male OC

Note: hello im back. A lot happened, I had an anxiety attacks, my mind has been having a lot of bad thoughts, my dog passed away last year—three months ago... I didn't have a lot of time for me to write since I've been grieving for my dog's death up until now but I'm okay, I'm healing... Anyway, my writings is rusty and probably didn't improve. I know some of you guys really tried to reach out through ask and I'm kind of happy. Thanks. For now I'll give this to piece of one shot for a new year. This Esper x Guide thing I made might not be accurate. All i know is they are similar to Alpha x Omega shits except the curse thing on espers. This might be cringe. i will try to edit it. I will try to update the other oc's as well.

-also please do not do this, i do not condone anything in this story. This is purely fiction and be kept as a fiction.

CW: implied se(g)s, implied suicide(mention), yandere, drugging, manipulation, dynamic power, etc.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

"(Y/n)!!" A ginger haired male rush up to you, hugging you by the time you step on the greenery field of the university. Pastel blue of sweater was the first thing you see before you were envelope by a hug. You tense when his arms coils around your waist, hearing him breathe out of relief as he buries his face on your left shoulder. 

You don't know what to do everytime he does this. There were eyes everywhere and it doesn't seem like he is bothered by it.

Of course why would he?

Micah Clarke is not only popular and prettiest student in this campus. He is known for being famous as the youngest champion of ice skating 3 years ago, defending his title until now. His luscious natural lips, his hazel eyes that could make you halt on what you were doing, the type to make yourself give him a third glance because he is so pretty. So pretty that you sometimes envy his glassy skin, igniting a insecurities to yourself. His soft curly ginger hair and freckled face that matches his glossy alabaster complexion. The type of guy who prefers cute, pastel than those typical guys—omg so unique(lol)—that always choose to wear dark or dull colors. Everyone finds him attractive including yourself. Everything about him screams beauty and elegance. He can hook up with men and women if he wants to but he chose not to.

From what you heard, he is a rare S-rank Guide. Most espers would try hook up with him atleast make a contract with someone like him. He would rather spend his time painting his nails, crochetting, organising or planning his time, practicing his amazing skills on ice skating, or rather do hundred routine for his skincare than hook up with other people. Quirky, Alright. Still, this doesn't stop people from wanting to go between his pants and his fame.

To people he is a swan. He is epitome of perfection.

You always see him pass by to your department, always getting called by the principal,inviting him to do a photoshoot, using his face as an advertisment for upcoming enrollent or any event inside the university. You never dwell yourself to swoon on to him whenever he pass by. Fine, you do like him. But not the kind of like where you are romantically interest to him. You just admire his looks, his talents and that's about it. You just don't like he was too friendly, there's nothing wrong with that but invading someone else personal bubble space—and the feeling of shame on yourself for being near someone kind as him—as if you two are already close is not your thing to a person you rarely talk to. Unlike him, you are the quite the opposite when it comes to socialising,You like being alone, you aren't anti-social, atleast, that's what you think you are. You are confident by yourself. An Introvert.

You just like the silence. It eases your deteriorating mind—(stupid esper curse) Somewhere peace and quiet,reading books, listening to music—gosh laufey and wave to earth and even (favorite singer/composer) always sound so good, spending time with your pets, to drown out insanity voices piling up in your head. Although you just have a few friends, you love to be alone. You once dream about getting a job. To work hard and earn a good money, once you have enough money. You would spend it to buy a house and lot somewhere away from the city and nearby the countryside with a small farm. Letting your family and friends to visit you time to time in occassions. Where you can spend the rest of your life alone and happy. A dream that would be come true if only you didn't awakened as an esper after you reach 18.

As for the guy who has the entire school and other people folded for him. He is choosing you to lend his attention, to a person who doesn't like attention. So why was he talking to someone who is a nobody like a B-rank Esper like you? The only interaction you had with him before he let himself in your life was when you pull him away from the bridge—you didn't know him at that time—a few exchange greeting—which of course he would be the first one to initiate it—and.... The party....

"N-ngh!!!" A whiny moan escape his lips. Your lips were on his neck drinking each of his soft sound coming from his mouth. The blaring party background can be ignore in the background thanks to the closed lock door of this room the both of you are in.You bite and nip his skin as if animal marking its prey. You didn't care if you torn his shirt, you just needed his guide seep through more, letting your body gone addicted to him. "(Y-y/n)!" The whay he whimpered your name made you groaned. The way every pulse from his body sends his guiding through your body.  You were delirious, you can't resist him—

"Missed you! Why aren't you checking my messages? You know I got worried when you didn't reply." He whined, his orbs shows concern and sadness. You look away.

"...hey." you greeted him with quieter tone. You pulled away from the hug not liking the way your body just relaxes everytime his guide powers automatically seeps through your body. You don't hate it but you don't like the way that your body depends on someone just for the sake of being sane and relax.

.... The shame you are feeling over the past few weeks.

You still feel guilty and ashamed about it everytime you remember those memory.

"I... I was busy. Had to do homework. I fell asleep and forgot to charge my phone." You told him. Another excuse. You just put your phone on do not disturb.

You don't have the guts to tell a sweet person like him to leave you alone. Well you did because you are ashamed to face him but he insisted it was never you fault. It always ended up him spending time with you. You can't—you owe him more than anything—Especially now that all people's oggling to you too now that you have the attention of the star. They would try to befriending you so that they could get closer to him.

Gosh, you are getting tired. Why can't people leave you alone?

You missed the old times where you can be at peace. No drama, nowhere near on people who wants attention.

"O-oh. Well that's alright."he chided before grabbing your hands with both of his. His smooth hands rubbing against your ragged callouses. He continued, "well actually I was wondering could you hangout out with me? This friday? I know you don't have schedule at that time since you showed me your schedule—And I want to spend more time with you!" He beamed. His smile was out of this world and it blinds you.

"I uhh .. have a plan on that time..." You words went silent as soon as your eyes sees the smile from his lips slowly fell down to his face."really?" The grip on your hands were getting uncomfortable.

"Umm.... I just wanna be on my home and well—"He gasped, his smile is coming back on his symmetrical face as he clung to your right arm."oh! Why didn't you say so? We can hangout together in your home!"

Giddy, he press his front closer to you which made you feel suffocating. His guide power automatically seeps through you again.

"N-no, Mikah... What I meant to say is I plan to rest, like spend alone on that day. A peace and quiet." You slowly pull away your hand gently from his clinging hands.

You didn't expect he would react like this. Tears are already in the corner of his eyes. His lips quivering. "W-what? Are you saying that I'm boring, I-I'm too loud? Did I do something wrong?"

The people who were eavesdropping at your conversation sent a glare and unwanted resentment towards you. 

You quickly shook your head. Your free hand clasping against his clutching ones that is gripping your poor unavailable hand. "No... It's not like that. You didn't do anything wrong.. I just want a me time... You know when... Uhhh before you and I become friends.... I just want to relax by myself.... You're a good friend and a good company but... We've been hanging out for a while... Ummm w-what I'm trying to say is... I want some time to be alone. You... You know what I mean right?"

Micah gave you a blank stare. You were getting uneasy. You bite your inner cheek. Will he lash out? He never seem to be the person who never received a refusal on his entire life. As soon as 2 seconds has passed, you noticed his eyes were akin to sadness. You feel the guilt running up to your spine.

You tried to avoid his gaze looking straight his frowning lips before getting replace by a forced grin. "Oh! I get that! You wish a time for yourself! Self care stuff in all that!" 

Your heart beats a little faster in excitement, is he finally leaving you for a bit? You were about to thank him for understanding. He does l—

"B-but!!" He grabbed your hands again.

You internally groan. Does he even know the word no? Of course he don't.

He never had someone says no to him. Everything he request would be at his feet. You can't yell or be rude. That's not in your nature and plus if you done it. His fans would kill you.

"I need to be with you o-on friday! You know... I wanna spend my birthday with you.. P-please? your presence alone is enough a gift for me." He stammers. You blink in surprise. "I-I promise I won't bother you the next day if you really wanna spend t-time for yourself..."

Birthday?

"T-to be honest.... I don't like parties uhmm..." He lick his lips as if the word 'party' is a taboo between the two of you." Especially my birthday parties because a-although people greet me a happy birthday or any party occasion and stuff they never really mean it. They... Always use that as an excuse to use me for my fame or my money that I earned so hard in those competitions... I.. I plan to not throw one b-because m-my family isn't forcing me anymore... I just want to spend my birthday w-with you. Y-you're the only d-decent person who treated me normally."he stammer.  You feel a lump on your throat when he says you're a decent. "I... I know... Umm I'm asking to much f-from you and I know... you didn't mean to do that—" he continues to rambles that some of his words can't form a right sentence. You noticed his eyes were in the verge of tears, threatening to drop from his eyes. 

"I'm.... Not a decent person." You told him looking away from him, ashamed and hurt were written in your face.Your voice grew quiet but the man Infront catch on what you said, already refering to the 'incident' between the two of you. He bit his lower lips and almost yelled. His face pull out a sad look. It made him look cute if it's from a tears of joy."Y-you are ! You are a decent person! You know it's not your f-fault! You were d-drugged a-and I... I was drunk! W-we both know we weren't in o-our right minds! You never hurted me—!" He starts hiccuping. "You're a-a good person! W-what happened between that night s-should b-be buried! Y-you're a good friend! It's not your fault! It's not your f-fault!" With that he burst into tears.

You didn't expect for him to cry. You panic mentally. What should you do on these type of situations? You pull him for a hug—albeit stiffeningly."Ok... Ok... Don't cry.... I don't like it... When you cry.. I'm sorry." You told him honestly, truthfully this is not the first time he argued about the incident with you.

You still feel ashamed of yourself. You really do. 

The party. If only you didn't come to your friend's party. The guilt won't eat you. No matter how many times Micah convinced you that none of it was your fault. You feel like you can't face him. He did say he was also drunk at the time but still... You could have gotten home earlier and didn't force yourself on him.

You cried and apologised so many times from him at that time, swearing you will turn yourself over to the police and never let him see your face again. You saw how his whole body was full of marks, hickeys, and bruises. He look like he got ravage. His clothes were thorn and you wish the drug in your system that time killed you.

Micah's eyes light up and a smirk forming from his lips as he nuzzle his face on your neck, pretending to cry even more. Everything is planned, everything worked for him to get you under his palm. He can feel the guilt eating you. 

"... it's okay... Hik... " He sob sneaking in to kiss your neck. You are to busy awkwardly and hesitantly patting his back and hugging him and the man love every second of it.

From the moment you save him from jumping off the bridge, he needed to make you his. Someone who genuinely cares for him from this greedy world is something he needed to treasure.

Oh how he had you wrap around his fingers the moment you accepted that drug-disguise juice from one of his friends offered by the man himself. It's your fault.

It doesn't matter. You're under his palm forever. Everything is 100% perfect.

[lightlycareless]

Hi! As a Naoya fan, I really appreciate what you do for us and girl, I just love your works <33

So, Eh, I don't know how to say this... Can you write a fic about him where he has been married to a woman chosen for him by his clan but after so many years, he can't forget y/n? I mean, it's so cliché Ik, but I just can't get it out of my mind. It's like he really loved her and would've even eloped with her but at the end, it was y/n who asked him to go back to his clan since she knew that it was Naoya's fate to be the clan head. So, eventually y/n leaves and Naoya marries his wife and he gets to be the head of Zenin clan and later on, he kinds wishes his wife would give birth to a daughter so he could name her after y/n. Or maybe she does and while everyone expects him to torment the poor wife, he would silently pick up the baby and hug his daughter as if he wishes she was her baby?

so yeah, that's it, thank you anyway.

Hello!!!!!!!!

Omg thank you so much I'm soooo glad you like my work 🥹❤️

HNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGH this ask has been on my mind since it first popped up jfc you know how to torture me.

I have been working on a small fic too with a similar topic, it's not going to be that long as my other work but I think you'll find it enjoyable too hehe. ... if I ever get back to it. heheheh.

ajkghasjgha anyways, let's get right into it.

warnings: angst. mentions/implications of death and unaliving someone :s. naoya is really cruel when referring to his unborn child.

Happy reading!

“If we ever have a daughter, I would like her to be named Naomi”

Is the first thought that crosses Naoya’s mind upon learning that his wife is expecting a daughter.

But beyond that, there is no excitement. No glee in his eye upon learning he’s to become a father in just a matter of months, his seed finally taking root after many dutiful attempts.

“Why?”

“Because it’s a cute name. And I always thought it was adorable how your family named the children after their parents. You are no exception, Naoya.”

He should be happy, right? Glad that his efforts ultimately paid off.

“That’s not too cheesy, is it?”

“…I think I’ll be happy just to have a family with you, regardless of what the baby is named.”

That he was to have the cherished family he always dreamt of having with the love of his life, after so many years of solitude…

Except he wasn’t.

Because his wife, the one carrying his child, wasn’t you.

…

…

…

Ever since he lost you, for a lack of better words, nothing has been the same.

“A daughter… of all the possibilities. Let’s just hope she’s strong.” His father would say, disappointed by the announcement. Naoya remains quiet, uninterested to respond but still deep in thought.

“Do you think they’ll look like you?”

“I hope not.”

“Gee, why not? I know I haven’t seen pictures of you as a baby, but I’m sure you were a cute one!”

Because I want them to look like you.

The sole purpose of his futile life was gone. And with it, any semblance of concern. Care for all that happened around him, or anyone for that matter.

Including his supposed partner, the woman the Zen’in assigned him to marry and continue their legacy. Even when she stood before him, seeking comfort, or at least encouragement after seeing the doctor, to Naoya… she was simply not there.

“Naoya-sama.” She’d call to him once in the privacy of their room, right after the doctor had left. The woman named Taeko, had always been… loyal, meek, submissive. Never one to retort or do anything that wasn’t to please him.

Yet, as much as she had fooled his family, Naoya was still able to see right through her.

Taeko didn’t care about him; no, not at all. The only thing she truly she cared about was the heir. The money that came along with his title, the financial security this meant for her…

More so now that she was pregnant; dictating that even when divorced, she would never have to work a day in her life.

Perhaps if he hadn’t discovered what love was, then maybe he would’ve struggled to discover her true intentions. Unfortunately for them, he had met you, with whom he learned what it was to be happy for once in his life… a teaching that will forever live on within him, naturally making this marriage almost impossible to coexist with.

As well as painful, remembering that this is all he had left of you, besides memories.

Naoya keeps quiet even when his wife calls for him yet again, not bothering to lift his gaze from whatever it was that took his attention, nor requesting her to proceed.

She takes his silence as her cue to continue.

“I know having a daughter wasn’t in the plans, but…” Taeko said, stepping closer to him. Just a few inches away from touching him… “I am still excited to welcome this new stage in our life.”

Of course she is. Her future is firmly set, regardless of his family’s ideals and the baby’s gender.

“I was actually thinking of naming the child after you, to follow your clan’s tradi—”

“You will not do such thing.” Naoya scowls, swiftly turning around and pushing her away, the burning look of his enraged eyes reveals she’s reopened a painful wound she’ll perhaps never comprehend.

Nor care to do so, believing instead that his anger came from her supposed failure to bring a male heir onto the Zen’in clan; and not because of the privilege—no, the right she’s stripping away from you.

Because you are the only one that deserved to be the mother of his children, the one to name them, love them, raise them…

Not this poor excuse of a leech.

“I heard you were having a child… congratulations, Naoya.” Ranta begins, partially unsure on how to approach the future father, or to do so at all… eventually settling to go through with it anyway. An announcement like this must make anyone happy, right? “Although I never expected your first child to be a girl! I mean… I always thought you’d have a bo—”

“This isn’t what I want, and you know that.” Naoya coldly cuts through Ranta’s words, making him flinch. “So, spare me the theatrics.”

Ranta swallows, he is amongst the few, if not the only, who knows the truth, the depths of his relationship with you:

Or your supposed fate.

And how angry he got when he knew the truth… or what he suspected, anyways.

Your disappearance wasn’t a simple coincidence, a misfortune of fate.

It was a necessity for the Zen’in’s plans; you quickly became nothing less than a hindrance once Naoya announced his intentions of marrying you.

They couldn’t permit a woman of your background to become Lady of the House. An unruly, opinionated girl that went against every single one of their beliefs. Nor could they allow you to free Naoya from their grasp.

And so, they did what was necessary. Get rid of their obstacle, call it a simple disappearance, cold feet as others assured, and let everything fall back into place.

Leaving Naoya behind with his cruel family, yet again.

But they’d never admit it. They would just say that your family decided to search for better opportunities elsewhere, you tagging along.

Yet, the body of an unidentified woman found in the middle of a forest near your home would indicate—

“—What are you going to do?” Ranta asks.

“There’s nothing for me to do.” Naoya frowns. “The only person I ever loved, the one person I should’ve never let go… is gone, and now, I’m stuck in this nightmare, alongside a woman that wants nothing from me but my money. Just like everyone always is.”

Ranta wishes to deny his accusations, but he couldn’t bring himself to lie to his grieving friend. It would insult him, and you.

“…But…”

“But what?” Naoya retorted.

“…Well, you should at least… consider the baby. They—they shouldn’t be held accountable for what their mother has—”

“Don’t even dare call that thing my child.” He coldly declares. “It may have my name, but that thing is not mine. What assurance do I have that it is? She could’ve easily bedded anyone to get the job done!”

“Naoya! You— you shouldn’t say that!”

“Can you prove the contrary?”

“No—but it’s not right to make these assumptions either!”

“Then what do you suggest, dear friend of mine?”

“I… I think you—"

Have to let her go.

It becomes clear to Ranta how gravely he had underestimated the wound your absence had inflicted on Naoya’s heart—but perhaps he never wanted to admit such thing, for it would only remind his friend of what he once had and now lost forever.

But no matter how much he wished to act the fool, there was no hiding his heightened destructive tendencies, his aggravating isolation, which he already did with people he didn’t like, rising tensions between members alike, forcing them to steer clear of Naoya if they wished to live another day; or pester his father about the misbehavior of his son, forcing him to burden his wife with duties of cheering him up, or something if she wished to stay at the estate—

All for naught, for she had effectively ceased to exist the moment she announced her pregnancy. For the following 9 months, Naoya wouldn’t look her in the eye, even when sleeping in the same bed. Not that there were many opportunities to do so, for he eventually confined himself to whatever other room was available, officially dictating their marriage as unsalvageable.

Some took it as a reflection of his disappointment, a rightful reaction to have towards a female successor.

But Ranta knew better. Those close to him knew the truth.

He was openly reproaching his wife for having taken your place.

So naturally, he wasn’t there when Taeko went into labor. He wasn’t attentive to her calls, desperate pleads of companionship and support—he simply walked past her cries as she gave birth to his child and headed straight into the training grounds, just what he had exuberantly done these past few months to distract himself.

Yet, as much as he wished to run away from his reality, he wouldn’t be able to escape his duties, forced by relatives alike to go and meet the mother of his daughter to officially recognize her. Regardless of the brewing animosity between the two, if there were no other suitable candidates, this baby was still to be the future of the Zen’in, and thus, necessary to name.

Naoya doesn’t bother to wonder on who’d the child would look like the most, still, he knows he’ll hate it even more if she ends up a carbon copy of her mother—would it even matter if she took more after him instead?

Nonetheless, curiosity manages to get the best of him when entering the room where his wife and child awaited, walking past the midwives and straight to his so-called partner, leaning close to the small bundle wrapped in a white blanket, making up his mind in effectively cutting her out of his life if she ends up looking like Taeko.

But when he begins to get a glimpse of her small face…

The most unexpected happens.

As if the child knew her father was near, she slowly opens her eyes, revealing a golden gaze that reinstates her relationship to him—followed by a small patch of his black hair on top of her head, the shape of his eyes…

But most importantly, the words you once confided to him during the intimacy of the night.

“I want them to have your eyes. Your nose. Your hair. Your smile. I want the world to see all the things I love from you through our children.”

As well as your burning desire to have children that looked just like him, even when he hoped otherwise.

He doesn’t know what it was. Certainly not the excitement of having a life permanently intertwined with a woman he didn’t love; but something about your memory, how much you desired this moment, the innocence that engulfed such child, one that he only thought possible through you, his features shown through her, and how vulnerable she felt once in his arms…

Naoya found it unnecessary to wonder what kind of reaction you would have, still, he liked to imagine the brightness in your face, the love in your eyes, the grin on your lips: to be overjoyed to finally have a family with him, eagerly waiting to live out the future that waited for the three.

If this is the way you’d continue to live on, then he’d honor such memory; one last insult to the family that had continuously hurt him over and over again, through merits they would never wipe away, no matter how much they’d try—

“The name, for the child.” The midwife asks, moving closer to Naoya.

Under his own conditions.

“Y/N— Y/N Zen’in.” Naoya declares, softly looking down onto the child. “That will be her name.”

“Wh—What!?” The mother gasps, quickly understanding the implications behind his selection, followed by a futile attempt to make him reconsider, stop him from removing her existence!

But he had long erased her from his consideration, declaring that she was to have no relationship with the child, opting to raise her himself, his sole successor; Taeko would have whatever she needed to live a comfortable life, but that was it.

Naoya would give his daughter all that she needed to strive as a sorcerer, or whatever else she’d decide to pursue.

He’d swore to love her and raise her, protect her from the cruelties of this world, do all in his power to make her happy… but most importantly:

Treat her as if she had been yours.

Essentially, dunno if I managed to convey that, yes; you were killed. an act that scared your family away and left Naoya without knowing what ever happened.

Also, I'm debating whether to write a small epilogue hehe. I have written a bit extra after this but decided to cut it out.

AND OF COURSE the name... originally I was going to name his wife Kayako but I've decided to take advantage of the animosity we feel against the name Taeko and there you have it :))) 🖕 bye Taeko.

Ngl this was sad for me to write; I always hated/enjoyed the topic of Naoya marrying off someone else because of reasons, though it was clear he always longed for you and viceversa. Or not. I just like angst 😭 and fortunately, this isn't the last time we're going to see something like this :) I do have something I'm working on, I just gotta connect the dots. I intend it to be quite short anyways.

Anyhow, thank you so much for sending in this ask!!! 😭 it was such a treat to torture myself with.

Take care, and hope to see you soon!!! ❤️❤️

[ts4ritsa]

༊*·˚ falling in love with an ultimate jack-of-all-trades

ft. makoto naegi, byakuya togami, hajime hinata, & izuru kamukura from danganronpa * ˚ ✦

tags / cw ✎ male!reader, requested, for background reader is the ultimate jack-of-all-trades, was a normal student who earned title by learning many skills but faced bullying from peers — resulting in insecurity and a need to prove worthiness

MAKOTO NAEGI ✰

out of all the exceptional scholars makoto had researched before coming to hope’s peak academy, none of them stood out as much as you did. he had read that you were recently once a regular guy just like him — though steadily you had paved your way to excellence. it was honestly relieving to makoto, because all his other classmates had such… striking, demanding talents, so he felt very out of place among them. not that he was trying to drag you down to his level! but knowing that you had a similar background comforted him in a way. when he got to meet you, you both found yourselves getting along like it was the most natural thing ever. he felt at ease in your humble presence. as for developing feelings — well, how could he not? your connection had no bounds and your personalities went well with each other

makoto would always be willing to listen, still never forcing you to open up about your complicated past. he’s completely understanding once he learns of it. though not as severely as you, he is aware of what the feeling of being undervalued and criticized for not having “actual” remarkable talent does to a person. offers you quiet solace along with words of affirmation. he’ll even try to make a few lighthearted comments in an attempt to cheer you up. makoto would go the extra mile for you, and he hopes that you know that, always.

BYAKUYA TOGAMI ✰

when byakuya first met you, he instantly considered you someone important to have near. compared to mostly everyone else, your talent was so flexible and widespread that you were prepared for any situation that needed attention. he had not much to say to you, but you could tell that he did not mind your company. he even respected your skill, though wouldn’t directly say so if anyone asked. as time passed and feelings blossomed, his resolve and composure around you gradually softened until he finally let you in. though still holding on to his firmness, he directly approached you of his sentiment and… it went off from there

in regards of your past, byakuya does make an effort to comfort you, though not verbally as it is definitely not his specialty that way. he’s honestly surprised and offended that other students and even staff could criticize someone who would undeniably go further than they ever could. he’d try to not let it torment you so much now, after all he only wants the best for his man. byakuya only states that letting the past get to you is something he recommends you avoid, after all everything has already been said and done. instead, it’s better to focus on better tomorrows.

HAJIME HINATA ✰

hajime, like with the rest of his classmates, treated you friendly and with respect upon meeting you. he even complimented you on your talent, saying it must be a very convenient skill and that he wishes he had something like that. hajime appreciated having you around and it was fairly easy for you two to form a bond. he notices your intense desire to help others — even at the expense of your own well-being. well, he finds it admirable that you’re so considerate, but on occasion he checks up on you to make sure you’re not wearing yourself out. you’ll find that he does it more often when you even find yourselves in a relationship. he can’t help but worry about his boyfriend, you know? he fell for you for so many reasons, so he doesn’t want to see you crumble.

one day due to curiosity about the roots of your habits, he couldn’t help but ask you if it had anything to do with your past. oh boy… well, at least you both are familiar with that taunting feeling, despite the differences in circumstance. he finds it easy to understand where you’re coming from, and even if he can’t exactly find the right words, he’ll let you know that you’re not alone while holding you close, if you’ll let him.

IZURU KAMUKURA ✰

izuru had known about you, he knew practically everything involving his classmates — on an academic and observational level, to be precise. so, he knew that your past shaped parts of your behavior. he wouldn’t mention that to you, he had nothing to say of it, especially when he saw you trying to please other. if you looked at him you probably wouldn’t be able to tell but he just came off as… bothered.

so how did he fall for you? well the pull was always there, he just wasn’t aware. you definitely would have had to be the one who initiated things. he was more confronted with the attraction then — and while it surprised him, he couldn’t bring himself to deny what he felt for you. what an unforeseen turn of events, he’d think.

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[angelismmm]

hello! can you please write for liyue’s men (with like tartaglia/baizhu/scaramouche too) and their types? like what they look in a s/o and what kind of s/o they’d like/it would suit them best? thxxxxxx

⟢ my kind of woman ft. liyue men + tartaglia & scara ・synopsis. what kind of person are they into? or really who'd match them best? ・notes. yay jing yuan and blade theme my baes, anyways!! i love this sm ive rly wanted to write ab smth like this!! oh also this is really just my thoughts plus relationship headcannons :D ・warnings. suggestive , GN!READER. title is inspired by mac demarco's song :)

opposites attract, the olive theory, i like to believe that most lovers are usually the opposites of each other, or atleast disagree with something in a way. ・for zhongli, having to deal with childe and hu tao everyday, it isn't a breath of fresh air when it comes to an s/o that's overly affectionate and loud, not that he finds it annoying, finds it very cute, every little bit of affection you give him makes his day always. other people might find you overtly obnoxious, but he'd never, everything about you honestly is really.. perfect.. to him. can't describe it in words, even if you were to be similar, he's the type to always expect it, and be the only person not being scared by you, and he's honestly okay with that, hu tao is probably your guys' matchmaker! will trap you both in a closet together while you visited the funeral parlor, gives it about... 15 minutes.. and small hickey can definitely be seen on you and him, is both happy and goes "ew... get a room!!" and also the person to stash both of you guys into a cramped area when she knows very damn well you both like each other.. well took you both long enough honestly, definitely got impatient and pushed you guys... a bit..

・alatus xiao... definitely will tell you you are annoying at first, but you are the annoying he loves <3. the only annoying person he will listen to, and give forehead kisses to, and cuddle all night 'till he sleeps. you really are an exception... but if he'll be totally real with himself, he loves it when you bug him to tell him about what happened today, or who you've talked to, or if you've seen anything new, falls in love all over again every time that you do. likes zoning out when you rant, and all he can see is your pretty smile going on and on about some vendor who gave you free food. likes to shut you up with a kiss, does it often, and makes both of you red. whenever you hear him say something like "do you ever shut up?", it translates to "please keep talking with that soothing voice of yours." i promise he loves you so much, just is still getting used to it.

extrovert x introvert kind of way, one that talks alot, one that listens alot. ・oh loverboy childe/tartaglia.. literal devil x angel type of relationship, in this case, he's the devil. loves bothering you, like even if you give him something while he waits for you to be done with whatever you need to be done, he can't be distracted from distracting his lover?! still a huge sweetheart, don't get me wrong, the type to really memorize things about you too, notices so many little things about you, like even things you don't even notice. but someone who can tolerate his shenanigans are the best match for him. the best hugs ever too, so when you're stressed, just ask for cuddles and kisses and he'll be there to talk to you, even if you don't wanna talk about it, he'll talk to you about his day to comfort you instead. loves you like you are an angel from heaven that blessed him, because you were, and you did.

・kaedehara kazuha.. in this case you are the extrovert, likes to listen you rambling about something from work, the type to hold you close to his chest and hum a familiar tune to get you to sleep, likes to just watch and listen to someone who tends to talk a lot with no one listening to them, but he's always there for you. such a sweetheart with it too, loves to hold your hand while you do, if anyone tells you you're annoying best bet he'll deal with them, with words. isn't shy to say you're his s/o, unintentionally tells everyone about you, "honestly s/o is such a dear for me. they ---." he's ranting to a toucan by the way.

grumpy x sunshine, this is scaramouche with his s/o, if i do say so myself. literal showers of affection in private, 'cold-hearted' in public, promise he doesn't mean the insults he spits at you. still willing for a bit of pda though, basic holding hands is the only kinda he allows tbh, lowkey flexes you when he's with someone else, "oh you know, s/o would've done better than you." so even if you haven't even met them, probably one of his coworkers or friends are already fed up with you (as a joke and seriously), if he's ever upset, he'll really just come over to you, ready for your little kisses on his cheeks, and your head on his lap, just adoring each other, like no one else would.

sun x moon is what baizhu and you would be. and goes so far to already decide what to call your children together. stars. in this case, you're his sun, loud, kind, caring, everything he could imagine, him? oh he's not all that special. he thinks you fell from celestia because wow you really shine, and he's more than thankful everyday that, and likes to spend time with both you and qiqi. so he also does call qiqi a star too <3. just like kazuha, he likes listening more than talking, does the zoning out thing too, changsheng has to tell him to stop so he listens to you, a bright person with someone like him really just.. he knows how much he's been blessed by archons.

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[amiti-art]

Cyrene, Apollo and Ares (and how it was actually only Cyrene and Apollo and Wikipedia is not always a reliable source)

Some of you might know the myth in which Apollo's lover - Cyrene met Ares and had a son named Diomedes (NOT the same guy as Diomedes from Iliad) with him.

Except... she didn't.

When I was researching Cyrene some time ago I realised that her article on Theoi (great source btw) doesn't mention Ares at all. I didn't pay that much attention to this back then, after all, most of the myths have many versions so I assumed that the one with Ares is just less popular one.

I was more preoccupied with the fact that Idmon who I always thought to be Apollo and Cyrene's son was not actually always listed as theirs and had like 5 different variants of parentage.

Let's start with Cyrene's children and why Wikipedia should not be used as a primary source.

Her Personal Information Section on Wikipedia lists 3 children: Aristaeus, Autuchus and Idmon. Later in the Family section it's said that she also had Diomedes with Ares.

For the life of me I could not find anything about Autuchus in the ancient sources BUT I found that Anthocus (which is kinda similar) was the title of Aristaeus and was sometimes mistaken for another son of the pair.

So likely it is the same mistake.

Aristaeus is also the one who is almost always said to be son of Apollo and Cyrene and both of his parents appear in his myths.

Idmon like I said had many different sets of parents: Apollo and Cyrene, Abas and Cyrene, Apollo and Asteria (NOT the sister of Leto), Apollo and Antianeira, Apollo and Abas (one is bio father, the other is foster father, I think????). He also doesn't have an article on Theoi so reserch on him is going to be a nightmer. 🙃

And now Diomedes

Wikipedia says this

But does not link any source for this story

What's more: there are sources describing Apollo changing Cyrene into a Nymph and they also don't mention Ares AT ALL. They are also written in a way that suggest that changing her into a Nymph was one of the first things Apollo did after meeting her.

This doesn't add up with this Ares thing at all.

So where did the Wikipedia article got this Cyrene-fighting-Ares story from? Well, I decided to look into edits history and this section was actually deleted a few months ago with this comment.

My honest reaction to this information: 😐

And then the section was revived for some reason.

But you know when it was first added? 2 years ago.

When did Rick's book about Greek heroes came out? 8 years ago.

So right now Cyrene's Wikipedia article is misleading and contains information from a RETELLING stated as facts.

The only thing I could find that was linking Cyrene with Ares was this:

and it doesn't even say if this is the same Cyrene. It could be, but we have to remember that in the myths there were like 14 dudes named Abas (and 5 named Idmon while we're at it.)

+this is a very late source compared to all the other Cyrene's myths.

Other source claims that Diomedes' mother was Asterie

I personaly think those are two different Cyrenes and here's why:

• Cyrene (Apollo's lover) when introduced in the myth is usually accompanied either by her parentage or by some other characteristic like "sheparderss" "huntress" "archeress" "lion slayer" and so on. Cyrene from Ares' myth has nothing to her name which makes me think she was just some random women.

• Non of Cyrene's own myths ever mention Ares (or I couldn't find any), while Apollo is mentioned often.

• Apollo's Cyrene was Thessalian and Diomedes (and therefor his mother likely as well) was Thracian

• There is literally nothing I could find that would suggest that Apollo's Cyrene and Cyrene from Ares myth are the same and since there are many characters in the mythology with the same names (again 14 Abas') labeling these two as one is irrational (Diomedes himself shares the name with one of the Iliad's characters).

Anyway, lesson for today: be careful while reading Wikipedia and always check the sources.

This kinda scares me tbh because how many more of those articles treat retellings as actual sources and were added by fans of the said retellings?

I hope somebody will fix this article because wtf

[koiifiishy]

back with more eris doodlings :-) ! and more under the cut

i've decided that if he had a title like the named npcs, he'd be Eris The Defiant. also decided that if he were a npc LI with a toggable gender changer, he'd look pretty much the same as a girl just with a few cups up in the chest dept. lol - he's also still be trans, so you either get transmasc or transfemme eris, there is no cis option.

going off of this post for heights! (too lazy to draw an entirely new img - just scribbled over the height comparison models -w-) a full line up + eris amongst the taller LI's (...of whom he's already met / has interacted with in game thus far!). he's just one inch smaller than kylar haha, which im sure kylar would love. avery with eris though is LOL (stares at the other three on that height list......... that height diff... hes getting FOLDED. . .)

this chart is very messy so bear with me & the yellow i used is hard to read so ill type it out too!

Robin

mutual besties. they're basically brothers! except that robin left his confession note for eris and eris is uh.. willfully ignoring it,,, sorry robin he's not gonna take you up on that (yet lol)

img text: "if anything happens to robin (again) i'll kill everyone in this town and then myself"

Sydney

what is it about this unassuming churchboy that calls to eris... he doesnt know,, but sydney makes him happy 🥺!!

unintentionally uuuh reduing sydney's purity by being horny at him. theyre promised ok?! its fine right?!? especially bc of the fucking SLOW BURN they went through omg...

img text: "he makes this shit town bearable. BF" sydnet img text: "really adores and admires him. BF"

Kylar

um. well. your honor, he's just misunderstood..! eris kinda feeds into kylar's IssuesTM by not dissuading him. he just feels kinda sorry for him,,! this opinion Will change if/when kylar finally gets his greasy little paws on eris

he 100% realizes kylar is unhinged and the plushie gift was probs bugged somehow. still accepted it but like... he's hardly home anyway so w/e. still holds onto hope kylar can change(???)

img text: "haha. i'm in danger :^)" kylar's img text: "HAVE MY FUCKING BABIES" lol

Whitney

literally beat the shit out of each other every time they were in close proximity for like a month, until whitney's dominance meter dropped a lot. he confuses eris... does he like. have a crush and is acting like an elementary kid about it??? use your words damnit!

despite it all... doesnt hate him. eris feels like theyre probably a lot more similar than whitney's letting him (or anyone) see. sydney's mention of whitney having things going on to make him act like a little shit stuck with eris. . .

img text: "stop giving mixed messages whitney!"

Avery

the most cut and dry of them: it's just a transactional sugar relationship. except the part about the elk/fox bullshit? hello?? mr avery??? WHAT WAS THAT AVERY--?????

eris really doesnt trust avery,,, but he pays him a LOT & eris has two whole debts to pay off;; avery is only allowed to hit it from the back. . . (thanks temple for not counting that as sex ig lol!)

im iffy on the designs ive drawn for them too, i mostly have been going off of what i see the general fandom draws! theres a lot of really nice designs :> im being mindful not to fully copy anyone tho.

i also went insane and made eris a playlist - it has a lot of metal/loud songs jsyk! remains of us was specifically put on the playlist for sydney 🥹 just recently had my first run in with the ivory wraith too =D AH. TRAUMAS OBTAINED!!! very much eris' top trauma event so far!! he's resilient... so he's on the road to recovery but boy was that RUFF. robin and sydney came in super clutch with comforting him tho :")

one last thing for you all:

eris core lol

[foundfamily-connoisseur]

Hi pookie 🫶 do you have a favorite AU for your punch out blorbos? Like sci-fi mech au or something?

First off hi pookie 🫶😘

Secondly yes and while nothing is like super thought out yet I so have basic ideas

WIRE-FRAME

I think i rambled to you about this during vc lol but I have different versions of it

VERSION 1:

Mac gets into an accident (when or how is yet to be determined) and idk the people doing his surgery or freaks so they're like "hey yeah this kid isn't going to make it....UNLESS☝️‼️‼️‼️" and they basically do a consciousness transfer where his mind his put into a half hologram half machine form which has a wire frame base. Mac continues about his normal life but idk something happens that causes his "skin" to freak out mid combat and reveal his actual form. Spiraling ensues as he begins to question literally everything about himself and his identity (both as a living, breathing, human and as Little Mac). The other boxers understandable freak out, because holy shit Little Mac got into a life threatening accident, but HOLY SHIT HE'S A ROBOT NOW?????? There's definitely mixed reactions to the information: pity to his condition, apathy(more so defensively because if he's a robot (like he literally has no flesh and bones. Not even a brain) Then who or what were they talking to? Is he an unfeeling hunk of metal? Is how he reacts, each laugh, roll of the eyes, or tear truly his? Or is it simply a reaction because if Little Mac behaved as such, than it will as well), or maybe even fear? Stop watching terminator you guys this is different.

VERSION 2:

Similar concept except Little Mac knows what he is. He doesn't know anything beyond one day waking up in a lab with countless people looming over him. They run tests on him, mumbling to each other things he couldn't understand. They called him something, he's forgotten what, but they'd call him 'Mac'.

He's a machine made and built to be an unstoppable fighting force. That's his entire purpose. He was 'given' to Doc under the pretense of being an underdog who wants to take on the title of champion(his story being to honor his mother and to prove he's something more beyond his circumstances. How ironic). No one is aware of his true nature, but Mac isn't concerned with concealing who or what he is.

As per the rule of humanesque robot, he slowly but surely starts to feel. the warmth of Doc's hand on his shoulder as he tells him "well done, son", the smooth coffee going down his artifical throat as he converses with Joe. These things shouldn't matter, shouldn't overheat the machinery beneath his skin, yet it does.

(Spoilers if the gang ever finds out he's a robot (without knowing the proper context of his creation) they are for sure avoiding him which would make Mac feel absolutely horrible 🫶 cuz his creators were right he is just a machine who serves no purpose beyond what he was made for. He has the strength and capacity to kill, but doesn't not out of kindness or connection, but because he's told "not yet". Is he really his own person if at the end of the day, he does as he's told?

I technically have other ones but they're more "this would be fun" rather than fully fleshed out or thought about for more than 5 minutes: Beastars, MHA, a horror-esquw au (i wanna make Glass Joe a freaky porcelain doll like thing let me have this)

Then ig this would count as an au but those "everyone lives together in one house" things. I need to specially because how dare everyone be at minimum states away to literal countries across water away????? How can I have my found family ease of access if Lil Mac gotta clear out a week, get a plane ticket, and pack his shit to hang out with Great Tiger???? Literal bullshit I say chat

[enixamyram]

I have tried really hard to ignore anti nonsense. I just wanna focus on the good and positive side of this fandom and just enjoy the series in general. But it's also hard bottling up thoughts when I'm used to ranting for the sake of getting my thoughts and feelings out and moving then on.

So I'm gonna put a couple reactions to Anti-Related Hazbin things under the read more just to get them out! Because my god, some of these are bullshit!

Chaggie - I've seen so much bullshit citicizm for this ship. People claiming they're boring or bland or badly written and I have yet to see a legit reason why other than that they don't have any typical relationship drama (which, for the record, I personally am so relieved about) or because they're not being overly affectionate every five minutes of screen time. And you know, this especially drives me crazy because they have some of the sweetest little gestures, whether it be holding hands, hugging, swinging each other round or even just the constant damn heart eyes they have when looking at each other in the background! They're so damn precious and if you can't see that, you don't know what a legit established relationship is supposed to be past the honeymoon phase.

Charlie - People once again have claimed she's badly written. I don't know why people seem to hate happy kind hearted females so much but I have seen this exact complaint about many characters who are similar to her. None of which are actually badly written. They're just not the new stereotype "bad asses" that seems to be the only acceptable way to write a female character lately. Which is ironic since a lot of the so called "bad ass" female characters I have seen are often so one dimensional. Yet we have Charlie, a kind hearted but also sometimes naive girl who is doing her best while also learning with the rest of her friends and ya'll are gonna try and claim she's not amazing? The more I rewatch the show, the more I wanna reschedule my favorite character list because there's not a second I don't adore having her on my screen.

Niffty - This one really makes me want to slam my head against the wall. I have seen so many people complain and claim she acts like a child. Bare in mind, I've just watched episode 3 - you know, the one where Niffty is fully ready to throw herself into the BDSM that Angel takes them to. The only thing close to evidence that I have seen for her acting like a child is the episode where she gets drunk except she's still not acting like a child there, she's acting like a drunk! When some people are drunk they're silly and dumb and very "child-like". Otherwise, the only reason I think people call her a child is because she's is literally small like one. Yet, if you actually look at anything past her basic physical appearance, she's a crazy murder machine and I don't know many children I can also give that title to.

Angel - This is so old and everyone else has said this all so much better than me but I just really want to repeat: Just because it's not YOUR representation doesn't mean it's BAD representation. Just because you dealt with your sexual assault in a certain way does not mean everyone deals with it that way and it sure as hell doesn't give you a right to dismiss others. I have seen so many people say they identify with Angel's character and his hypersexuality, so it is so annoyingly arrogant to see people trying to shut them down entirely because Angel's character isn't portraying their personal reactions. It's just so amazingly self-centered to be saying that if you can't personally relate to it exactly, then it shouldn't exist at all. Seriously, grow the fuck up.

Loser Baby/Poison - Again, this has been said so many times before by other people but I'm gonna add/repeat. Some people take these songs and videos so damn literally. I saw someone claim Angel was happy during his dance with Valentino in Poison which apparently made the whole character a contradiction? Completely ignoring the parts where he's clearly miserable or the part where he's clearly putting on a fake smile or even the part where he all out says he dissociates to get through. And then you have Loser Baby where people are outraged that Husk call Angel a loser and is apparently trying to compare their situations? I mean, he's obviously not saying they're situations are the same if you think about it for more than two seconds. Like, are you seriously this literal? If I said the message went over your head, would ya'll look up?

[kinnikumanlovings]

I never made a request before but I glad to see more love in the fandom! It is possible to have Buffaloman, Kinnikuman, Brocken Jr., Warsman relationship headcanons with a s/o who’s a female Chojin with similar powers as Boa Hancock from One Piece or personality like Nico Robin? I’m sorry if it’s too much, you can do one character if it’s easier for you if you like.

I haven’t put a chara cap on things just yet so you’re good! And oh what an interesting combo~ Let’s see how these boys fair with such beauty and grace!

Buffaloman, Kinnikuman, Brocken Jr, Warsman x F!Chojin S/O HCs

Buffaloman

Talk about a powerhouse couple, my goodness! Buffaloman acknowledges her strength and beauty only when he wants others to know just how amazing his SO is. He’s not the best at expressing his feelings directly to his partner at times but he dares anyone to question her ability. Because he will make it a known fact exactly how he feels about her as if that is the only fact that exists in the world.

He finds her power to be unique and impressive to witness being unleashed against her opponents. Almost taking a bit of selfish pride in her abilities. Maybe this is partly because he spars with her so he knows just how good she can be in the ring and out of it. He values that his partner is also smart as well. She’s not one to be easily out bested and I pray for you if you disgrace her in any way because the first person you’d have to answer to will be Buffaloman. He will not stand for anything less than respect for his partner and doesn’t care who you are. There are no exceptions.

Kinnikuman

If this woman has the same power Boa does, their first meeting results in him turning to stone. He’s weak, WEAK to her charms and looks he cannot help but fall for her on first meeting. Begs her to be his fangirl because how could she no? They would make such a gorgeous and powerful duo! Of course she’d say yes!

Everyone who knows them is baffled why a smart and beautiful Chojin would be with someone like Kinnikuman. If asked about their relationship she most likely will give the reasoning of “he makes me laugh and feel loved” because it’s true! He’s a silly guy with a big heart and even though there are times she feels unsure of depending on him, Kinniku will be there for her when she needs him most. He’s the type to show off and brag about how wonderful his SO is to anyone who’d listen (and those who won’t suffer a bit). They have the “yapper and listener” dynamic as she happily sits and listens to him boast about his victories and make him sound so much cooler in his retelling then the actual events. She knows what’s true and what’s false but she lets him give his version because she adores listening to him regardless of the accuracy.

Brocken Jr.

Being on the younger, less experienced side, I feel like Brocken Jr. also ran into the unfortunate fate of getting turned to stone by his (future) SO. I feel it was a bit more involved than Kinniku, in the sense it wasn’t on sight as much as simply a moment of weakness. He’s kinda embarrassed about it to this day but is a good sport about it when his friends tease him for it. Cause who can blame him, his SO is indeed gorgeous. Outside of that incident, Brocken is very respectful and proud to be his SO’s partner. He is quick to cheer her on in the ring and first to be there if something happens. He wants to be their support, someone she can turn to when there’s trouble or concern.

Something sweet between them that they share is a love of reading. When not training for the next battle, the two will read books and often exchange titles to see what the other thinks of the work. I can imagine they don’t always like the same genres in books but enjoy the recommendations and give it a fair chance to see what their partner enjoys. It’s sweet.

Warsman

How Warsman and his SO got together is another interesting story I’d imagine. He’s a lot more reserved (and shy) when it comes to getting together with a partner so I feel his SO had to make some first moves. Warsman has a lot of internal struggles he deals with and when he thinks about how strong, smart, and attractive his SO is he feels little…less then. He doesn’t feel she does this to him at all, he just wants her to have the most deserving partner. And sometimes he worries he’s not enough physically to deserve her. Whenever these feelings start to show, his partner is quick to course correct it. Holding his face lovingly in her hands and giving sweet, gentle promises of love and devotion to him. So many it makes his heart swell with love and adoration, “I don’t deserve you…” But hearing that gentle “You do. You deserve me and all the love I can give you, if not more…” Finally those nasty doubts that plague his mind go silent. He’s thankful and shows it through thoughtful gestures. He will do what he can to show his love and gratitude in any way he can. And sometimes it results in being protective of her over the smallest things. He’s quick to be defensive of his partner from any negative comment from the crowd during a match or any physical harm that might come at her. He knows she’s strong and capable but it doesn’t mean she should face the world alone (she wouldn’t let him do it so it’s only right he does the same for her) If she needs anything of him, she only needs to ask and it’s done.

[thesharkspajamas]

ANSWERS: How much does Tumblr know about the British upper class and aristocracy? ORIGINAL POST HERE

Do you know why people pay for private members' clubs in London?

A: It's like having your own staffed living room in the centre of town. It's familiar in terms of dress code, behaviour, discretion, and even interior decor. The behaviour part is most important; it takes away most of the uncertainties of dining in public, and you won't be photographed. Examples include The Carlton Club and The Caledonian Club. With the big daddies being White's (mentioned in Bridgerton) and the Aspinall club. This gif from Netflix's 'The Gentlemen' strike me as a club environment.

What is Ascot?

A: "The races" refers to horse racing. Ascot is possibly the biggest event of that particular calendar. It has a dress code which varies between enclosures (this is where the people are sorted into areas depending on how much they paid for their tickets/if they're a member of the club) but generally dictates suits and hats.

What is a duke/duchess?

A: the highest ranking member of the peerage (the titled aristocracy). Prince William became the Duke of Cambridge when he married his wife Catherine Middleton.

What is millinery?

A: Hat making for events such as Ascot. I reccomend Phillip Treacy's website for examples. He has designed for the Royals on numerous occasions.

Does a marchioness rank above a duke?

A: A marchioness is the wife or widow of a marquess. The five ranks of British nobility, in descending order, are duke, marquess, earl, viscount, and baron. Here for more info

What is the House of Lords?

A: The second chamber of the British Parliament. Quite literally full of Lords unelected by the public. Most are appointed seats for their lifespan for achievements in their careers, some are hereditary seats. (Yes, really)

What is primogeniture?

A: The rule that a title can only be inherited by the eldest male offspring. Passing over any females even if the nearest male heir is a cousin of the main family. This doesn't apply to the Royal family anymore, but it does apply to other members of the peerage.

Which career do graduates from Norland college pursue?

A: Nannies to the super rich. (They're kind of awesome)

What is Harrods?

A: The most upscale department store in the world. They used to cater all ALL the whims of the super-wealthy - able to procure pretty much anything, including a lion. There's an old joke that someone asked Harrods to procure a camel for them and the sales associate replied, "With one hump or two?"

What is a Royal Warrant?

A: A Royal Warrant of Appointment is granted as a mark of recognition to people or companies who have regularly supplied goods or services to the Royal Household.

What type of clothing is associated with Savile Row?

A: Bespoke and tailored suits for men.

What is Henley Royal Regatta?

A series of rowing races held at Henley, also known as the Mecca of Rowing. Similar to Ascot in some regards.

When can a tiara be worn, and by whom?

A: By married women, at white tie events and coronations, and only after six o'clock in the evening. The exception is for a bride on her wedding day. You don't actually have to be titled to wear one.

What is finishing school?

A course one might attend after school to learn the necessary skills for their place in society as a socialite, a leader or a public figure. Posture, table manners, hosting, smalltalk, even getting out of low cars in short skirts can feature on the curriculum. This is generally regarded as very posh.

If you actually read down here I hope you found it interesting - it took me ages to type this all out lmao :)

[purgemarchlockdown]

Mikoto being so heavily associated with the female characters while Kotoko isn't is really intriguing with how he's so heavily sexualized in MeMe and plays into a lot of horror tropes.

The bathtub and the shower scene are common locations in horror, especially for Women. With one of the most iconic horror scenes Ever being the shower scene from Psycho, in which a woman is murdered in the shower.

Not to mention the lyrical pattern of calling back the title of the first MV that all the girls, except for Kotoko, follow. With Mikoto actually calling back to the title of his T1 MV in Double and having it be such an important part of it that they call back to it in the Trial 2 Album. Something originally pointed out by oboetmasuka here and candckirby who also mentions Mikoto's role as the "Final girl" and his consistent pregnancy metaphor with how John is called a newborn.

I think the way Kotoko connects to Masculinity is subtler but just as important, her interrogation question shows she's not attached to it, but she doesn't seem against it or anything.

(Kotoko Interrogations)

T1Q10: What do you think about the word 'feminimity'? A: It's one of the means you can take. It's something you can freely choose depending on the scene, so it's not something to cling onto.

Kotoko doesn't wear anything traditionally feminine but she doesn't lean super masculine either...except.

Okay so, 1moremilgram-enjoyer made this really interesting post about Kotoko's cap you can read here. Basically her cap has the name Jacques Roulet on it's front. Jacques Roulet is the name of a Male Serial Killer who killed two children and claimed to be a werewolf.

This cap appears in her outfit in Harrow:

But also appears in her T2 Design:

Establishing some sort of connection between him and Kotoko.

If we're reading into this Further. John and Kotoko are actually very similar in their want to become someone's "savior" as that's what gives them a sense of purpose.

John's an interesting character in this dynamic. Because if Mikoto is the helpless princess, John is the faithful prince. Coming to save his pitiful damsel whose too weak to protect himself.

(Mikoto T2 VD)

John: It’s true that I was the one who wanted to destroy everything… and the weakness of Boku, who couldn’t stand up for himself all alone, might have been the origin of that. But… that’s all there is to it. Is that a sin?

Mikoto has little to no agency and he Knows This. He doesn't know what's happening, is confused and terrified all the time, and feels like he's on a train with an unknown destination. He feels powerless and like he has no control. While John tries his best to help him, but ultimately harms him, cause John will do what He thinks Mikoto needs without knowing what Mikoto wants. Something he seems regretful for.

Hey, I just wanted to save you So why did it come to this?

However, Kotoko does have some sense of Power and Agency and actively Holds this over others.

From the begin I've never asked for your understanding! My actions, one by one, are bringing earth closer to peace. Useless Weaklings should just shut up and let me protect them!

There's nothing inherently wrong with wanting to present more masculine or feminine. However, there is a problem with enforcing strict and rigid roles onto people, especially if those roles enforce systems of power that allow for the exploitation of groups of people by elevating one group and putting down the other.

Even if the gender roles the two fit in are flipped, it is still playing into unhealthy ideals of gender and society that perpetuate abusive systems of power.

(Utena Scripts)

Voice:  Was the ring from the prince meant as an engagement ring? Voice:  That part was good, Voice:  but because of the strength of her admiration for the prince, Voice:  the princess made up her mind to become a prince herself! Voice:  But is that really good for her?

(I got it in!)

I think I might have to wait for Deep Cover's MV to release to fully discuss this, but this is really curious to me.

[lilianade-comics]

With your new portal shenanigans Cheesemelt AU, I'm now picturing the "You exist to serve ME!" scene, except it's mid-to-late in the story... and Dani's the one who says it.

By this point Vlad's bonded with Dani and is working to keep her safe instead of hurt her. She's trying to attempt something really dangerous that she's certain will bring her to Danny, Vlad's trying to stop her because he's certain it won't work and could end up with her badly hurt or a ghost herself. And Dani's stressed and desperate, snaps, and spits out the line, shocking and hurting Vlad but, even moreso, shocking and scaring herself. One of those "Oh god, what am I doing" moments.

All this results in her panicking, possibly breaking the binding on Vlad, and booking it, because she's twelve and panicking. Cue Vlad having to accept that he actually does care for her even without being forced to do what she says, track her down, and insist on helping her anyway. Maybe he makes some excuse like, "If you die here you'll definitely become a ghost and then I'll be stuck with you forever," but in that special Vlad way where it's super obvious that he's lying.

Anyway! Just- love the new AU, it gave me Thoughts (obviously), thanks for all the delicious Cheesemelt content you've been making! ^U^

Ahh, thank you for the ask! I love your thought process here. I've had a thematic moment in mind that's quite similar to this! But first, some additional important context for the AU in question:

Vlad is a widely disliked, smarmy, ambitious independent warlord/general vampiric nuisance in the political landscape of the ghost realm. He's been vying for the title of Ghost King for ages, trying to get Pariah Dark and his court out of the picture so he can take the throne. It is the BIGGEST POSSIBLE blow to his enormous ego that he got himself bound to the will of a little girl and is being paraded around like her manservant. So he's trying to trick her into releasing him, trying to be unhelpful, trying to be mean, trying to do ANYTHING to get out of the situation with his reputation intact. He figures out pretty quickly that her brother is none other than a certain infamous pain-in-the-neck ghost boy, and just grits his fangs because at least if he's stuck with Dani, he'll learn where Danny's hideout is and can set fire to it. But at the same time, he's low key getting emotionally attached to Danielle because Vlad has no friends and is desperately lonely and hungry for attention.

Dani has been raised to believe that ghosts are untrustworthy, tricky beings (similar to how the fae are perceived in folklore), and doesn't think twice about proactively magically binding the first ghost who approaches her. She needs Vlad to help her find Danny and lead them both out of the ghost realm, and then he can go back to whatever nefarious activities he likes. He's not allowed to hurt or betray her while under contract, so she's not really worried about him (although, she was really hesitant to discard the blood blossoms she brought along. They guaranteed no ghosts could grab her, but they also made it impossible for Vlad to fly her anywhere her feet couldn't take her, so she had to get rid of them!)

Now Danny himself. He was around three when he fell into the ghost realm through a spirit ring drawn by his parents. It's been ten years since then. The way the ghost realm works here is that if a living person spends too long in it, they WILL become a ghost, i.e. they die prematurely. Crucially, Danielle doesn't know this. So Danny is fully a ghost by this point, doesn't really remember much of his life, and is playing a Peter Pan/Robin Hood role alongside his band of fellow child ghosts Ember, Poindexter, Youngblood, and Cujo. They're regularly causing mayhem for the oppressors of the realm, which prominently includes Pariah Dark and Vlad (Danny isn't a fan of either of them, and Vlad truly isn't sure if he's more annoyed by Pariah or Danny).

So! When this disheveled human girl comes rocking up to his secret hideout and tries desperately to convince him that she's his long lost twin sister here to bring him home, part of him is tempted to at least hear her out, but the other part that's backed up by his crew just knows this reeks of a trap set up by one of his enemies to lure him somewhere. ("seems like something Plasmius would do," says Ember). He ultimately tells a heartbroken Danielle to get lost because he can't take the risk just because he's curious.

Now we arrive at Dani's lowest moment. Her brother is a ghost, he doesn't want anything to do with her, and her entire quest is crumbling around her. She staggers back to wherever Vlad was waiting for her (and he isn't surprised she came back empty handed. He was, after all, already familiar with Danny.) Dani then has a complete breakdown! Because she's a child stuck in a different reality and her brother is dead and Vlad didn't tell her that he already knew. Vlad feels a little guilty, but his ego won't let him admit this, so he argues with her instead. How could this foolish child have possibly thought her insane quest would succeed? The odds were always against her and she never should have even tried something so pointless and dangerous.

Dani throws some iteration of the "I hate you/you exist to serve me" lines at him, shocking herself and REALLY making Vlad feel bad, and then she releases him from the binding and elects to find some way to convince Danny to listen to her on her own. Vlad looks visibly upset but is like "Fine! That's exactly what I wanted in the FIRST PLACE, stupid girl"

Vlad is happy to be free, but his emotional attachment to Danielle won't let him abandon her no matter how much he wants to, because her wellbeing matters to him, bizarrely. So he takes matters into his own hands.

He surprise "attacks" Danielle in front of Danny and co, dangling her by her ankle from high in the air and launches into a natural villain monologue about how well this pathetic girl did leading him directly to Danny Phantom, and how he doesn't need her anymore, and "Oh, Daniel, can you believe that your own sister came to me thinking I would help her find you? Using her was so easy." and then he drops her so Danny can catch her.

A fight ensues, Vlad makes a swift and flashy exit, but not before exchanging a knowing glance with a shocked Dani, who now understands that Vlad just secured her Danny's goodwill in the only way he could; by being a villain.

There's more to this AU, but that's a pretty significant moment in it! Thank you for sending me your thoughts, I love when people interact with my silly AU ideas and come up with cool ideas for them!!! <3

[obi-wan-kxnxbi]

a definitive list of my favourite buddie fics.

This is ordered by rating (T-E) - just based on my ao3 history. If a fic is on here it's safe to say I loved it, so I'm not going to rate them or anything (rating fics is kind of an icky practice imo).

Links are added to the titles - these are all from ao3.

I've tried to keep to fics that are a little less known. If you have fics you want me to read send me an ask!

Remember to heed the tags, and leave a comment!

One Shots (part one).

never believe it's not so - rainbow_nerds | 6.4k | T+

Maddie Buckley never expected to enjoy hanging out with her little brother's best friend. She just didn't think they could have all that much in common. Turns out they've got more in common than she could have expected. And she can't tell Buck.

In which Maddie has magic. And so does Buck. And so does Eddie. And she can't tell either of them.

Or: 5 times Maddie has to listen to Buck and Eddie talk about each other without spilling their secrets, and one time they actually talk to each other.

They'd base movies off our lives but somehow they wouldn't suffice - creatures_that_don't_die | 3.1k | T+

When he convinces Eddie to watch Hotshots with him, Buck starts to notice some similarities between the two of them and Jones and Sanchez, characters from the show.

Good Luck Babe - jesuisici33 | 1k | T+

Buck nods. His own face still has that kicked puppy look. But he manages a smile. Even sad, Buck’s smiles light his face up. Eddie thinks he could never get tired of Buck’s smiles. “Why did you shave it off? I need a distraction. A happy one.”

“I’m working on no longer denying myself fruit juice.”

It’s Buck’s turn to open and close his mouth in confusion. “O…kay? I don’t know what that means.”

in love with every song you've ever heard - timeshareindestin | 19.2k | T+

Buck is fucking frozen. His mouth is dry, and his brain is blank except for oh no, oh fuck reverberating in his frontal lobe. He can’t answer. He feels the pressure against the metaphorical closet door, the hinges creaking against the weight of the boxes crashing down. “Are those… hearing aids?” He registers Eddie's voice through the ringing in his ears. It takes him a moment before he can finally whisper it out. He feels his head nod against his will. “Yeah.” The door gives out.

or: how a conversation about tardigrades results in buck grappling with a disability he's suppressed, getting hearing aids, and realizing that the family he craves has been there for him all along. in that order.

in red blue green - hammersmiths | 11.3K | T+

The commissioner signs off on a workplace documentary set in the 118 to better community attitudes towards the fire department.

Unfortunately, whatever is going on between Firefighters Buckley and Diaz is a much more interesting story.

perfect boys with their perfect lives - littlesnowpea | 3.9k | T+

Eddie storms into Frank’s office, sits in the chair across from him, and crosses his arms.

Frank waits.

“I’m not homophobic,” Eddie explains, and Frank raises an eyebrow. “I’m not! I love Hen and I love Karen and I have never been homophobic in my life.”

“So what’s the issue?”

“Buck is bi,” Eddie bites out. “And I don’t like it.”

There’s a long pause. Then:

“Okay,” Frank says. “Let’s unpack that.”

I Can See Clearly Now - inell | 4.8k | T+

During a simple call, Buck finds himself locked in a lab after a possible exposure with Eddie and the rest of his team on the other side of the glass doors.

To Be Loved Anyways - Bookwormo3o3 | 15.2k | T+

“Just don’t expect me to walk you down the aisle,” Phillip laughed, looking around like he expected the rest to agree.

And when no one did, glancing at one another in shock, confusion, and hurt on his behalf... it’d been the last straw:

“I wouldn’t ask you to,” Buck said, as if discussing something as inconsequential as the weather, “I’d ask Bobby.”

---

or Buck experiences the unconditional love of a parent for the first time in his life at a five year-old's birthday party.

chess inside my chest - detectivemeer | 4.3k | T+

Buck breathes with exacting calm, trying to imitate the deep, slow inhales of sleep. Eddie’s voice is so quiet and there’s a hint of tequila curling around Buck’s cheek and the hand on his hip has three fingers slipped below the hem of his shirt. Branding his skin. Keeping him. Please, god, keep him.

-

They go to El Paso to bring back Christopher. And oh my god there was only one bed.

r/Hotshots - does anyone recognise the nurses?? - lightyears | 1k | T+

r/Hotshots - does anyone recognise the nurses?? u/valentina999

Okay, I swear I'm not being insane about this. I just watched the mid-season finale of hotshots (Race Banner is alive!!! I'm so relieved!) and I had to do a double take when I saw those two nurses in the scene where Race wakes up. Not because they're gorgeous (they are), but I SWEAR I recognise them.

this christmas (i'm gonna risk it all) - bievanbuckleys | 27.8k | M

Here, in the safety of the snow-covered mountains, where they’re separate from their lives out there and all the complications and intricacies that come with them, he’ll find the words. He’ll hand Eddie his bleeding heart, let everything spill out of him, and if Eddie doesn’t want it? It can stay right here in the cold, and Buck can leave it behind and learn to go on without it.

or: it only takes one bed to finally address what neither of them have been willing to say out loud since that day in may.

IKEAn't Believe We're So Close Yet Sofa - znks | 7.4k | M

“Is Buck alright?” Christopher asked from the other end of the call.

Smiling, Eddie looked up to find Buck. Oh, shit. He was holding a clipboard.

“He’s all good. He’s great in situations like this.”

“You still need to make double-sure to take good care of him. If it gets too cold you can hug to keep each other warm. He always looks warm when you hug him.”

Eddie blinked, feeling his own cheeks heat when Buck happened to glance over with a crooked smile.”

Just your standard traditional typical snowed-in IKEA fic but in Los Angeles with some silly firefighters

the (martial) art of you - moonsharky | 16.2k | E

"I'll have you know; I can go all night long," Buck is saying with a wink.

And, well, that—Eddie doesn't even know what to think. His brain short-circuits, and he almost trips on his rope as he loses his footing for a second. Thankfully he's able to make a speedy recovery, Buck noticing the stumble but saying naught. Eddie wonders why Buck wouldn't use this as ammunition, but he's grateful anyway. He shakes his head at his friend, sighing. This is going to be a long night. Or morning, depending how you want to look at it.

OR

the one where buck and eddie fuck on the floor of an mma gym after hours

please, i've been on my knees - playinginthunderstorms | 11.6k | E

Nova must have moved his paws, because Eddie dropped his voice lower and made it even more firm than he had since Buck had arrived, and said, “Sit. Stay.”

There was a thunk as the shoe hit the floor.

“That’s a good boy, there we go.” As smooth as butter, Eddie’s tone changed to a slow, honeyed drawl, dripping with affection and praise. Nova panted in response, his tail thumping quicker. Swish, thump. Swish, thump. Swish, thump. Thumpthumpthump. “Good boy, Nova.”

And Buck started sweating.

[Or, Buck discovers he has a kink.]

Line - the_one_that_fell | 4.4k | E

Eddie and Buck cross a line in an El Paso motel.

i put a spell on you (because you're mine) - teenytinytomlinson | 11.2k | E

“I’ll go to the party with you.”

That was actually the last thing Buck had been expecting. If the look Hen and Chim share is anything to go by they weren’t either.

“It’s at a gay bar,” Buck blurts out before he can think better of it—think of a gentler way to explain that this might not be Eddie’s scene.

Eddie doesn’t seem the least bit phased, “Okay.”

It’s said in a way that makes Buck feel like he’s missing something here.

“Okay,” he repeats dumbly.

Because now that it’s an option he can’t stop thinking about it. A re-do of the bachelor party, dressed-up, drunk, and having fun with his favorite person. Maybe he should thank Tommy, actually?

or,

Tommy bails on Buck's Halloween plans, Eddie offers to take his place in the couples costume contest, and Buck goes home with a grand prize.

"What the fuck, make your move." - dylaesthetics | 4.5k | E

When Buck smashes their mouths together, Eddie forgets how to breathe.

Then, he isn’t all that interested in basic human necessities such as that. He thinks, at the bottom of Maslow's hierarchy of needs instead lie Kissing Buck, Making Buck moan, and Trying not to come in my briefs.

___

OR Eddie is Buck's last.

The Only Truth - phdmama | 6.4k | E

Eddie says, “I fucking hate you.”

At least, that’s what Eddie intends to say, because he means it, in that moment he absolutely means it, having just watched Buck rappel four stories down a burning building and hit the ground eight seconds ahead of the roof caving in.

What comes out instead is, “I fucking love you.”

Luckily, just as he had opened his mouth, the roof had, in fact, collapsed, which caused a lot of commotion and noise and whatnot, and Eddie’s words, his very strange and unintended words, get lost in the mayhem.

Huh, Eddie thinks as his body moves on autopilot, racing across the cracked asphalt of the parking lot. That was weird.

bad idea, right? - brewrosemilk | 6.7k | E

Buck: are you alone? Eddie: Alone in the livingroom, yeah. Buck: he’s asleep in his room, right? door closed? Eddie: I’m not actually about to jerk off to your mediocre sexting, Buck. Buck: this isn’t gonna work if you don’t go with me 🙄

Or: Buck stumbles across Eddie's grindr profile.

Pauses, then says "You're my best friend" - Maximoff_Wanda | 3.5k | E

Buck sighed. “He said that he was my first... but not my last.”

“Why can't it be both?”

“That’s what I said!” Buck paused. “I don't know, I thought we had a good thing going, but he said I would only break his heart... I guess he figured he should break mine first.”

“And did he?”

“What?”

Eddie’s eyes looked deep into Buck’s. “Did he break your heart? Was it his to break?”

AKA Buddie hooking up on Eddie's couch after the final scene of "Confessions"

DIAZ - mandolare | 2.9k | E

“You know, this name might be on both our uniforms some day,” Buck says, barely thinking, because, obviously it will. One day. But then his own words catch up with him and he freezes, staring unblinkingly at the grimy, really-needs-to-be-hosed-down side of the ladder truck.

Buck wears the wrong jacket.

no need to be brave - teaspoon | 4k | E

It should be weird, probably, that he’s let Buck take on this role in their lives. And it should be monumental, even earth-shattering, to realize that if anything, Eddie just wants more. He wants to put his mouth on Buck’s birthmark, on his easy grin, at the dip of his throat. He wants to drag Buck into his bed and keep him there.

Suddenly, the idea of not seeing Buck for two days makes him want to punch a wall. Again.

rodeo queen - okanus | 15.6k | E

“What’s the saying again? Save a horse…hm, y’know, I don't quite remember the rest of it.” Eddie can’t help the smile curving up the corner of his mouth. “You’re an asshole,” Buck says, scowling. The tips of his ears are pink. “Come on, Buck,” Eddie murmurs, something white-hot and hungry snaking through him at Buck’s faltering gaze, at the way Buck reaches up to tug at his suit collar. “Save a horse…I know you can do it.” “Ride a cowboy,” Buck says finally, his voice husky like Eddie’s never heard it before.

Or: The Cowboy Hat Fic.

bed chem - rangerdanger | 6.6k | E

A small electrical fire started at a store. A store that sold… novelty items. They sold sex toys. It was a sex shop.

“What, you don’t go to one of these once a week?” Eddie teased, looking over at Buck.

“Nah, I haven’t actually been to once since I was Buck 1.0, I think?” Buck brushed off the teasing and tried to think back. “I usually just get lube on Amazon. And I order my sex toys online too.”

Eddie nods, listening. “Yeah, I prefer the anonymity of the online stuff. I spent way too much time picking one out to go to the store and stand there looking at them.”

“You have a sex toy?”

Eddie, straight laced Eddie, Buck’s best friend Eddie, who couldn’t have sex because his girlfriend was a nun, has a sex toy?

Eddie barked a laugh before turning to Hen and Chimney who are still busy talking to the store employees, and Bobby, who’s talking to the owner who arrived after the fire started. Eddie talks low and quiet. “I have more than one sex toy.”

-

Or, the three times Buck and Eddie talked about sex before they (+1) had sex for the first time.

I'm going to split these into multiple parts because I read a lot of fic and don't want this to get too long. Either way, enjoy these! Don't forget to read the tags, and if you can leave a comment - do so!!!

[yoonia]

the bedroom hymns ● chapter vi

⟶ Chapter summary | Just when you had thought that you could not be more surprised, your father decides to drop you a new reality that you would have to deal with and learn, distorting everything you had believed about your life before living in the palace with the King

⟶Title | The Bedroom Hymns: a Bluebeard’s twist ⟶ Pairings | Min Yoongi x female reader  ⟶ Genre | Fairy Prince!Yoongi, Crown Princess!reader, Fantasy au, Fairy Tale retelling au ⟶ Word count | 6,9k words ⟶ Ratings & Warnings | PG-13, +18 / M for Mature for future chapters; still nothing much, but this chapter may contain/mention manipulation and deceit, curses, dark magic, weapons, discussions about war, act of drinking/alcohol mentioned ⟶ Story Masterlist | ⤎ previous chapter | next chapter ⇢ ⟶ Main Masterlist | Mailbox | Taglist | Feedback | Music Playlist | Ko-fi

chapter vi. the castle by the sea

After dropping such an outlandish response to your gullible question, King Aneas sits you down in front of his desk to give you a chance to process everything. Once you are settled, he goes around his desk to pour you a drink while he slowly begins to tell you a little bit more about this place.

“Imagine yourself looking into a mirror and seeing another world that exists on the other side which appears with your reflection. It looks similar to the world where you are standing in, but it is not quite the same. You might say that this realm and the world you came from exist the same way. The Land Far Far Away is not entirely different to the human realm, except most everyone here was born with mana or aura flowing within them. Magic exists here everywhere you go, and there are also beings that you would never see walking amongst common humans in the other world. Smotia is like a barrier separating the two realms, and it can also act like a magic door which connects both realms under specific conditions. That was one of the reasons why I chose to claim the territory before anyone else could and expanded our empire from here to the land of Smotia.” 

Mana? Aura? A place filled with magic? 

Once again, what you are hearing from your father sounds absurd, and yet, you still believe him. “Everyone? Even you, and all the people here in the castle? Is that how you managed to travel so quickly to get here? With magic?”

A grim smile appears of his face when King Aneas answers you, “Yes, Princess. There is mana here all around us, and within the people you saw here in the castle. There is mana flowing within me, just as much as you have it within you since the day you were born.” 

There is magic…inside me?

Everything seems unreal, and still so many questions continue to come through you. But you believe every word he says, as deep down you know that there is no way your father, would ever try to trick or deceive you. Not about something like this. 

As he sees you falling silent, His Majesty hands you a glass filled with a finger deep amber-coloured drink, something that you are most grateful for. Because after everything that you had been put through, and after listening to all the things that he had just said to you, you are obviously going to need one. The drink tastes unlike anything you have had before, but it does soothe your body and mind a little, allowing you to regain your focus again as he continues, “You were still so little when you were taken away from home, so you might not remember much about the life you had in this palace. I also understand that it might take a while for you to get used to things here, especially when there is no magic exist where The Citadel and the Seacrest Manor are located.” 

You take a few more sips from your drink to stop your head from spinning. You may have recovered quite well from the shock so far, but it doesn’t really mean it would make it easy for you take everything in so quickly. But then something that His Majesty mentioned earlier clicks as your mind wanders back to the forest, when you recall all the peculiarities that the Elcester Forest possesses. 

“You said earlier about our homeland acting as a magic door. Does it have anything to do with Elcester Forest? Is that where these two places meet each other?” 

King Aneas hums approvingly. He even seems quite pleased with your question, but you have no idea why until he explains, “You are correct. The forest acts like a tunnel that opens up to this realm on the specific nights when the flow of mana in the air are the strongest.” 

“Wouldn’t the townsfolk be able to go through the forest and find this place?” you question him, though you quickly recall that there has yet any word of the common people ever reaching the other end of the Elcester Forest, not even the hunters who have free rein of the forest during hunting seasons. 

“Have you heard any of them succeeding so far?” King Aneas questions you, as if he can read your thoughts. “There is a powerful magic that has been set in the forest that prevents the common people from going too far into the forest or to find and go across the borders between the two realms. For common folks, the magic will act as an illusion to confuse them and make them go in circles until they find their way back home to the towns in Smotia. For folks like us, with the right spells casted on the right time, a portal will open on the invisible walls protecting the realm to allow us to pass.” 

“Last night,” —you start, recalling the events which happened during your journey—the rising thick white mist, the peculiar gloom that kept getting intense as you got deeper into the forest, the sightings of the blue flames, and the wall of blue inferno that was so ominous in its presence—and you begin questioning, “Was that the reason why you chose last night, the eve of Lemmus Rising, to send me away from The Citadel? Had it been one of those special nights that you were talking about?” 

Crossing his hands on the desk before him, King Aneas leans forward as he explains, “Lemmus Rising is a phenomenon created by the magic protecting the forest, when the magic grows the strongest that it often manifests into small patterns of mana appearing in various places within the dark forest like guide lights to show you where the portals would be able to appear. Normally, regular humans won’t be able to see them with their bare eyes, yet some of the elders who had lived in Smotia for a long time have caught sights of them and may have mistaken them as the souls of the dead.” 

You remember how you felt seeing the small flames appearing between the thickets, and try to imagine what would have gone through the people’s minds as they saw those lights. “You let them believe it to be true.” 

Laughing gently, your father merely shrugs. “It was the easiest way to hide the truth from the common folks,” he says, not even showing any drop of remorse from deceiving his own people, while you can only shake your head and silently wonder how he can be so lenient about this matter.  

“This is all so confusing.” 

King Aneas nods his head understandingly. “Take your time. You will get used to everything here once you’ve settled down. It’ll be too soon for you to understand everything. I’m sure you’re overwhelmed and you haven’t even had time to rest,” he says as he leans back in his seat, looking as if he is ready to end the conversation for now. “You have Lady Abigail to keep you company, and Lord Gordan to show you the way around the castle. I have also instructed Lord Gordan to teach you all about the castle and this part of the region to help you understand how everything here works, so he may be able to answer some of your questions when I’m not around to help you. You will also be assigned with a new tutor, one who will guide you to learn more about magic and to use the mana you have inside you.” 

Shaking your head, you can only exhale a deep sigh. He was right, after all. You are starting to feel overwhelmed with all of this. “You know that I still have so many questions to ask you.” 

“I’m sure you do, and you shall have all the answers you need,” King Aneas says with a soft chuckle. “Unfortunately, I will not be able to answer them all today as I cannot stay. I have matters to attend to and preparations to deal with, but I shall return later before supper. The lady maids would have sent all of your belongings to your bedchamber by now so you will be able to settle in soon. In the meantime, Lord Gordan will show you the way to your bedchamber where you can freshen up and perhaps take a short nap until breakfast is ready for you. You must have found it hard to rest in the carriage all night long.” 

Nothing else is shared between you and your father until Lord Gordan arrives at the study room under His Majesty’s immediate summon to show you to your bedchamber as your father has instructed him to. This time, there are no guards following you close behind as Lord Gordan guides the way, which lessens all the tension you may be feeling for having extra eyes shadowing your movements. 

Walking down the hallway with large windows overlooking the palace’s grounds, you cannot stop comparing this place to The Citadel. Much like how King Aneas had explained it to you earlier, this castle does remind you a lot to your previous home, with minor details separating the two of them from one another. The inner courtyard appears almost twice the size of the one you would normally see back home, with a few more towers standing all around the castle. There is even one which appears larger than any that you have seen before, standing so grand that you cannot help but pay attention to it as you walk by. 

You curiously point this out to Lord Gordan as he starts explaining a bit about the castle, and he gladly answers for you, “The South Tower does appear quite grand when it is viewed from this distance. On the top floor, you will find the gallery which would allow you to get the perfect view of the entire estate and the surrounding area around the palace, including the ocean and the cliffs which stand across the coastline. You might also get a glimpse of the bluffs and the part of the Elcester Forest that stretches out all the way here from the capital city of Smotia. His Majesty may handle most of his work at The Citadel, but he does spend quite a lot of his time here in the home castle, either in his study room or the South Tower gallery to work when he is not resting in his bedchamber whenever he returns home.”

For some reason, you feel like you are being drawn to the South Tower that you cannot look away from it. Knowing that the King spends a lot of time up there also draws your curiosity that you keep focusing on it until you can no longer see it after walking past a few more windows. Once the tower is out of sight, you turn your gaze towards the end of the courtyard, where you can see a long brick wall with an iron gate at its center, which is surrounded by shrubberies and flowers blooming in various colours, reminding you of the gate which opens up towards the gardens you have back home at The Citadel. Once again, it draws your curiosity and immediately question this to Lord Gordan. 

“That is correct, Your Highness. The gate leads to the palace’s gardens. I’m sure you would love to visit the place as His Majesty himself takes good care of it both with his hands and his magic.” 

Hearing how the garden here may contain your father’s magic, you wonder if you can take a closer look and see if it is truly anything different to the gardens at The Citadel. “Will I be able to explore around?” 

“Why, certainly, Your Highness. You are most welcome to do so anytime you’d like. This place is your home, after all. If you ever need any guide to show you around, you can always ring for me or any of the lady maids which have been assigned to you,” Lord Gordan says just as you finally arrive at your bedchamber. He opens the door for you and ushers you in, and you are immediately met with an astonishing view of a brighter and more spacious bedchamber compared to the one you had previously, with large windows which give you the perfect view of the world outside the palace’s walls instead of a confined view of the palace’s premises. “You may take your time to rest. Breakfast will be set up for you in the dining room. I shall call a servant to come and fetch you once the meal is ready.” 

Lord Gordan excuses himself right after, giving you some privacy and a chance to have some peaceful time after a long night. As the door is closed behind him, you turn to find that your belongings have indeed been set up in the room. It makes you wonder how they had been able to send your luggage here so quickly and you silently question if the magic that your father had spoken about has anything to do with it. 

Even your weapons—the bow and arrows and your short sword which you had brought with you from home—are here, placed orderly on the side of the room together with your luggages. 

Once you are completely alone, however, the unsettling feeling of being in a strange place full of wonders return to you. It makes you feel restless, while at the same time, you also feel curious. Excitement overcomes you when you think about the many wonders that you might see in this new world you have found yourself in. 

Just as you are beginning to think about the promising future, you are suddenly drawn towards the windows, where you can get a clear view of the coastline in the distant. You take a seat on the settee that has been set up on the windowsill to have a good look at the spectacle before you, the sun now shining brightly enough to allow you to take in every little detail you see. 

Gazing out towards the cliffs like this only makes you think about your dreams again. Some parts of the dream may have been starting to fade, yet a few small things are still clear in your memory. The way you felt when the mysterious man first appeared before you, the flutters building up in your chest and the soft tingles that came rushing through your skin when he touched you with his barely-there caress, and then there was his deep voice, and his enthralling words when he said,

“I’ve been searching for you for a very long time.”

How was it possible for a dream to feel so real? 

You have been wondering about this ever since the dream first came to you in your sleep. You can even feel it now, when your necklace seems to grow warmer, and it almost seems like it is vibrating subtly against your skin the more you are thinking about him. Even your skin tingles with the ghost of his touches, as if he wasn’t just a vivid image that your subconscious had created to fill your dream.

Reaching up to the window, you brush the tips of your fingers against the glass, wishing that you can somehow find a way to reach the cliffs in your dreams that now seem within arms reach, and silently wonder if it would be wrong for you to have hopes for your dreams would come true. 

Time seemed to pass by so quickly as you let your mind wander off to the man in your dreams and for getting lost in the beautiful view of the coastline. You managed to doze off for a moment while basking in the warmth coming from the sunlight, but as you woke up, feeling sore from the odd position you found yourself in but somehow refreshed from the quick nap, there was still no sign of a servant or a maid who was sent to fetch you for breakfast.

You even took a quick cold shower as you waited, and even took your time dressing up, but still nobody came knocking at your door after the long wait.  

It didn’t take long for you to feel bored, and you finally gave in to your curiosity. Your desire to see more of the castle instead of staying idle in your bedchamber took over and you decided to leave the bedchamber and do some exploring of your own. Thinking that this castle would have been built similarly to The Citadel, you were confident that you would be able to find the dining room on your own. 

But you found out quite soon enough just how wrong you were. 

You have no idea how much time has passed, but know for sure that you have gone quite far from your bedchamber, yet you still have yet to find the royal dining room where the breakfast is supposed to be prepared for you. Instead, you find yourself getting lost in long hallways, with doors that are locked and windows that do nothing much to show you where to go. 

Just when you are about to give up, you reach up to touch the pendant hanging on your necklace to find warmth and calmness from it. Suddenly, it feels like you are being guided, your intuition telling you where to go and you simply give in to the voice in your head, allowing it to guide you until you find yourself in an indoor atrium with glass ceiling above your head which allows the sunlight to come through. And right at the opposite side of the room, appears to you the doors opening up towards the royal dining room that you have been searching for.  

Is this some sort of magic, much like what His Majesty talked about earlier, or was it my own intuition which led me here? 

You can only wonder silently about this as you make your way to enter the the dining room, where you find that breakfast has been served. You silently apologise out of guilt for knowing that there might be a confused servant out there who may have been sent for you and found your chamber empty, due to your impatience, and promise yourself to reason with the butler or the King’s aide later once you see him again. 

True to his words, His Majesty is nowhere to be found. And so does Nanny Abigail, who is no doubt still resting in her quarter, and to your surprise, neither is Lord Gordan. So you simply enjoy breakfast alone, with a couple of servants—who had rushed in the moment you walked into the dining room as if they had heard you coming—attending to you with plates of fresh fruits, pastries, and endless refills of your warm drink. 

After breakfast is done, you refuse the help from the servants to help guide you back to your bedchamber, insisting to go on your own. Yet, instead of retreating immediately to your bedroom and wait for Lord Gordan to fetch you for your trip around the castle, you decide to make a detour, continuing what you had started earlier to do a little more exploring around the castle by yourself. 

From the dining room, you try to find your way towards the garden. Ever since the moment you laid eyes on the open courtyard and the iron gate that was said to open up the way towards the gardens, you have felt the urge to be there, if only to see if you can find any traces of your mother’s touch. But instead of finding your way to the courtyard in mind, you simply find yourself lost yet again, as you keep finding long hallways that remind you quite a bit to a maze. 

The large windows facing the outer side of the palace are the only ones that help you feel less disoriented, but still cannot do much to help guide your way through the labyrinth. Yet, much like what you did before, you simply follow your intuition and let it guide you, until you find some more interesting rooms to see and explore—various atriums and foyers leading towards different areas in the castle that only seem to be more intriguing mazes and labyrinths where you could get lost in without a guide showing you the way—and more long hallways filled with rows and rows of doors which quickly draw your curiosity.  

Doors with various sizes, intriguing in the way they are standing with various embellishments on each of their surfaces. You try to open some of them, always finding them locked and secured with not a single budge no matter how hard you try. It makes you even more curious to know what they are, and where they would lead to, wondering why such a castle would have so many closed doors and so many rooms placed not too far away from each other when it doesn’t seem like there are that many people living in these quarters, as you have yet to come across any other palace staff other than the ones you met in the dining area. 

You continue to explore away from the massive rooms and the heavy locked doors, until you reach a foyer leading towards a stairway winding up a connecting tower. From down below, the stairway seems intimidating. You cannot see what is up there but faint shades of sunlight surrounded by darkness. 

But the not knowing does nothing to deter you. So up you go with your curiosity leading your way, until you finally reach the top, where the landing opens up to a spacious gallery with four sided walls surrounding its center hall. At the heart of the gallery appears a seating lounge adorned with a few loveseats placed in a circular angle, some glass drawers are placed against the walls, and a reading nook situated on one of its corners. On the two walls opposite to each other stand large windows, going so far from the floor and up near the ceiling. You walk up to the side which is facing towards the South. From the sight you see outside, you come to realise that you have arrived in the South Tower, the place that Lord Gordan spoke of as the place where the King would reside to whenever he needs time to work alone.

Pushing the thoughts of your father side, you look out the window, finding the view itself magnificent from up here. From where you are standing, you have a clear view of the side of the castle which was not visible at your first arrival. It appears to you that not only had the castle been built on top of the cliff and right above the sea as you assumed it to be, the castle itself seems to stand on the very edge of the precipice. From here, you can see the outer walls which seem to blend into the rocky cliff walls below, which goes almost a thousand feet down until there is nothing but the deep water and rough waves waiting for you. 

And the height itself seems so unbelievable that it takes your breath away. 

You can tell from one look that if you should ever drop from this window, nothing would be able to stop your fall except for those welcoming waves crashing against the rocks below. 

The thought of it alone gives you a cold chill, yet you remain there for a moment, marvelling at the view as you catch the sunlight reflecting on the surface of the ocean and finding the waves on the far side of the ocean much more calming than the closer ones. You enjoy the sight until you have enough and then step away, leaving the intimidating view below as you approach the windows on the opposite side of the room which seem to be looking out towards the other side of the tower. 

Looking out from this side of the room, a different view is presented to you. A complete contrast to the intimidating sight that came together with the steady sounds of waves racing below, of the cliff wall and the rough sea, yet just as magnificent still. As far as you can see, you get a clear sight of a sea of green tree tops with some steep hills and occasional sight of deep rifts where the hills and valleys are formed, accompanied by the glowing silver of the river flowing through the forest in the distant. 

The view you are seeing feels so calming that you lose yourself in it for a moment, as you bask in its beauty and the warm sunlight that comes flooding into the gallery enveloping you. 

Just as you are deeply mesmerised by the view, you feel a sudden pull trying to draw you away from the windows. Turning, your eyes fall on the wall at the other side of the atrium which had not caught your attention earlier. 

On the wall beyond you stand a pair of golden framed doors, both of them seem to be shining brightly in the room despite no lights coming out of them. One door appears to be coloured in the shade of radiant blue, while the other appears more subtle, but with more engravings appearing on its surface which are painted in glimmering gold. There is something about those doors that seems to be pulling you towards them. Before you realise it, you have made your way to them, with your hand reaching out to touch and feel them. Much to your dismay, you quickly find that both of them are locked, just like all the other doors you saw during your previous exploring. 

But there seems to be something different about these doors. 

Not only for the embellishments that you are seeing on them which make them appear so grand, but also for the way they seem to be calling you, drawing your attention and your curiosity that it makes it hard for you to look away or step away from them. It almost seems like you can hear these doors humming and whispering to you, drawing you even closer to touch them, to keep trying to open them. 

And yet, you are able to refrain yourself from reaching out to them again. Not sure of what kind of magic that the doors may posses, with your lack of knowledge about magic and spells and all the other wondrous things His Majesty mentioned during your short talk earlier, you begin to fear that they might harm you if you should continue investigating them closely. So you fight against the pull that the doors are emitting and turn away, quickly making your way to leave the gallery so you can continue with your journey through the castle before people would start searching for you.

Alas, the odd occurrence doesn’t stop there. As if the doors truly have minds of their own, just as you are leaving the gallery, the humming you can hear coming out of them seems to grow louder. You quicken your pace, afraid of what the humming might entail should you stay longer to find out what they are, only to faintly hear enchanting voices calling your name as you walk down the stairs to return to the lower ground of the castle. 

Once you have reached far enough from the gallery and the mysterious doors, the voices fade and all the tension that you have been feeling since the first time you heard them is lifted. Resting at the bottom of the stairs, you wonder what they were, or if they would serve any threat to you, knowing that your father would spend a lot of time on that same gallery above where the doors would be accompanying him.

Not one to get lost in your own musings, you use the time to explore a bit further before returning to your quarter. From the tower, it is easy to find your way back to the heart of the castle. Except that you make a different turn this time, hoping to find something new. Alas, it doesn’t take long before you wind up finding more hallways, with rows and rows of doors just like what you have seen before. Doors, doors everywhere you turn and look, all in various shapes and forms, all of them locked and bolted. Only the windows are open to show you the outside world and even those are not sufficient enough to be made as your exit from the main building. 

By the time you return to your bedchamber, not only exhaustion rolls through your body, but also wonder. 

“Welcome home,” the King father had said upon your arrival. 

Deep down, you find it hard to see this place as such, judging from your first exploration of this place. On first glance, and after your first encounter, this castle seems more like a veritable prison, much like the dark castles that the townsfolk would talk about in their dark tales and urban legends.

As you sit on your bed to wait for the day to pass, you spend it wondering just how you are to make this place as your new home without feeling like a prisoner, just like you have been while you were living in the heaven-like prison called The Citadel. 

The home camp for The Brotherhood of Jorn has been lively since the break of dawn. Between the hired soldiers preparing to leave for their jobs and the plans to move camp before the change of season, not a single one of these soldiers have been idle. Meanwhile, at the head of the camp, the Captain himself is preoccupied with his own affair to meddle with his men’s dealings. 

“A carriage traveling through the bluffs, you say?” Min Yoongi questions his attendant as he walks in fast pace towards his horse, carrying his heavy travel bag on his side. 

“Yes, Your Highne—oh, I mean, Captain,” Ansen responds to him, sounding troubled and breathless as he struggles to match his sovereign’s quick pace. “The patrolling guards from the outer borders of Emburn Empire that you ordered to watch over the wastelands claimed to have sensed a disturbance from the uphill woods. So they went out of their scope of patrol to see what was going on. They came and intercepted a carriage going downhill from the source of disturbance, and suspected that their arrival may have something to do with it, even though they was said to have come from the direction of a neighbouring town nearby.” 

Ansen stops talking to catch his breath just in time for Yoongi to reach where his loyal horse has been waiting for him. Once he manages to calm down, Ansen lends a hand as Yoongi begins fastening his bag on the side of his horse’s saddle, all while continuing to rely the message that he had just received from home. “After gaining information from the carriage’s driver, the guards continued their journey uphill but found nothing. There were small traces of magic left behind near the top of the hill, and rough tracks of the carriage wheels that seemed to have come out of nowhere, that’s why the guards suspected the possibility of portals opening in that area but couldn’t find its source.” 

Yoongi halts just as he hears this. His heart starts racing, even if he does feel uneasy about the royal guards going through the bluffs when they weren’t supposed to. 

The bluffs which Ansen mentioned is the uncharted area spread right outside the territory of his true homeland, the Emburn Empire. A territory which has become the main border between the outer region of Emburn Empire in the Land Far Far Away and the human realm. But what makes the territory completely inviolable and considered to be a sacred land is the wastelands located on the other end of the bluffs. 

Hidden under the thick wall of infinite mist and perched atop of the Earthpeak cliff, is the ruins of the Flagon Empire, the mighty kingdom which had fallen during the Great War between the fairy kingdoms of Far Far Away many, many years ago.

The only traces left behind from the missing part of his soul which he is now chasing with all of his will. 

There was a reason why Yoongi had ordered some of his men to pay close attention to the wastelands, as he felt that if something was about to happen, then it would only begin right where everything started many years ago. He just never expected that his men would come too close to the borders where the remnants of the Great War, the toxic spells and dark magic, may still exist.

“And what did they say about the carriage?” Yoongi questions his attendant without daring to look at him, afraid of what kind of expression he might be showing after hearing about activities happening in the bluffs. 

“It was said to be a common carriage, with an emblem that doesn’t seem to represent any nearby kingdom, either in the Far Far Away land or in the human realm,” Ansen explains, suddenly feeling a bit unsure just when he is about to continue. “There is one problem, however. Our soldiers testified that they sensed a magic shield surrounding the carriage as they came past, and as they were leaving the area, they caught sightings of horsemen which seemed to be following them from a fair distance while trying not to be seen.”

Yoongi turns around to face his attendant just then, noticing Sergeant Jang Yijeong who is coming to approach them. Seeing the look on his friend’s eyes, Yoongi can tell that Yijeong has heard what Ansen has been telling him.  

“Did they have a good look at the passengers?” Yoongi asks again, just as Yijeong stands right beside Ansen, and the three of them gather closely as the attendant relays the news to them while making sure that nobody around them would overhear. 

“Yes, Captain. Although, there seems to be a problem with the information given by the messenger,” Ansen looks a bit doubtful for a moment before he begins to explain, “According to the soldier who came to observe the carriage closely, the passengers seemed to be two maidens, one who was a bit older than the other. Both of them were wearing fancy coats with common summer dresses underneath. The other soldier who conversed with the driver was told that the two ladies were out on vacation from a nearby town, and they were out heading towards the coastline to catch the sunrise.” 

Yoongi frowns at this information. Why would a common carriage drive through the bluffs, daring themselves to go as close as the wastelands and almost breaching through the borders of Emburn Empire if they were merely searching for a chance to watch the sunrise, a sight that wasn’t too uncommon on that part of Far Far Away land?

He turns to Yijeong, already recognising the look that his friend is giving him before he even dares him to speak. “Why do I get a feeling that you are also here to give me news?” 

Yijeong’s expression turns grim for a moment, though there is a glimpse of curiosity written on his face when he speaks. “Are you talking about a carriage appearing on the other end of the realm’s border?” he asks, to which Yoongi confirms by sharing a summarised version of Ansen’s report before he requests Yijoeng to relay his news. “Last night, two of our men who were on their way back to camp tried to intercept a carriage leaving The Citadel during the rise of Lemmus Rising. They couldn’t get anywhere near the carriage, unfortunately, as they were caught by the royal guards rather quickly. They were apprehended and questioned about their movements, but were released without any repercussions once the carriage was no longer on sight.” 

“A royal carriage traveling at night into the forest, followed by an appearance of a pair of travellers at the bluffs? This couldn’t be a coincidence,” Ansen wonders loudly just as Yoongi begins wondering the same thing. 

“The Wicked King wouldn’t be that reckless,” Yoongi says to his men, although he still sounds doubtful.  

“But who were the people in the carriage? There were no news or signs of His Majesty leaving The Citadel last night. The men had been convinced by the royal guards that they were lady maids and palace staff being sent out to the orchard house which belongs to the Royal family in the Elcester Forest,” Yijeong inquires, to which Yoongi shakes his head after thinking deeply about this matter.  

“I don’t think that would be the case. We have never seen them sending out their palace staff in their royal carriages, let alone with multiple royal guards escorting them if it was merely for the palace’s business. And it would be odd to send anyone to work during the eve of Lemmus Rising, when the people would be busy doing their rites to pray for their ancestors’ soul,” Yoongi says, trying to be as calm as possible even if he feels like his voice is getting drowned by the sound of his racing heartbeat. “Whoever the Wicked King sent out with the carriage, they must be important to him, and he was using the Lemmus Rising phenomenon to cover it.” 

His voice sounds a bit hollow to his own ears as he says this, only because he is trying his best to tame the burning hope rising in his chest. 

A royal carriage traveling through the forest. The disturbance that was felt at the same exact time he felt a portal opening in the Elcester Forest. Two traveling maidens entering the bluffs merely a short period of time later. 

There could only be one explanation to answer this series of events. “They were in disguises. That was what the magic was for. Whoever they were, the magic must have changed how they appeared in the eyes of people who dared to take a closer look.” 

“Have you any suspicions who they might have been?” Yijeong questions him, but Yoongi cannot find it in him to answer loudly. 

I do. 

“I’m not too sure. But let’s watch closely at the situation until we can find out more,” Yoongi says, completely contradicting his own thoughts as he is suddenly feeling determined to find answers. Yijeong watches closely as Yoongi tightens his coat, only realising now that the white horse standing beside his sovereign is saddled and ready to go, with packed bags being hanged on his side.

“You’re leaving?” 

Yoongi looks at him and nods. “You said it yourself, didn’t you? It’s time for me to go home,” he says. “He is making his moves just as we’re getting closer, so it should be ideal for me to return and heal my mana, just in case it would be needed to handle any situation that may arise in the future. I might also be able to find some answers if I observe the situation closely while planning our next move.” 

Yes, he needs some answers. He needs to know what the Wicked King is up to and if this has anything to do with the recent movements of the neighbouring empire that seems suspicious. 

The only thing that he cannot possibly share to his companions is that he no longer has any mana left to spare. Not when he has been using the last of his mana to find his soulmate. Even if he had only managed to do so through his dreams. 

Yoongi closes his eyes as he recalls the first meeting he had with you the night before. It was some sort of a miracle that he managed to find a mage hiding in Smotia who was capable of using ancient spells to help him trace his soulmate. It was through the mage that he found out that there was a place where the magic concealing your presence would not exist. And through his help, Yoongi was able to see you through the dreamlands, to find that the one he had thought he had lost a long time ago has always been so close within reach, concealed under a spell hidden within the amulet you were seen wearing in the dream. 

The only thing he regretted was wasting the short time he had with you by promising to find you, only to find out that the Wicked King might have moved you to a different place. Will he find you if he returns home and once he recovered his mana? 

I cannot afford to have too much hope, not right now. Not after years and years of failing to find any trace of her in this realm, he silently tells himself, as he continues to wonder what is currently happening with Nythelean Empire. 

If she truly had been one of the maidens inside the carriage, why would he send her out to the wasteland?

Why now? 

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[aaakikoo]

who i think fits best w aot character except im brutally honest and lowk idc

an -> this is low effort asf but honestly i just wanna yap. some ppl might disagree or be pissed but that’s okay.

another an -> spoilers, probs some typos.

another another an -> this is just my opinions for now, they might change into the future idk.

including: eren, floch, zeke, erwin, hange, ymir, bertholdt, historia, reiner, hitch, mikasa, sasha, niccolo, levi, connie, jean, annie, armin.

eren jeager:

mikasa and mikasa only. i mean to start off he canonically had feelings for her so that’s a plus. in addition to the fact that he saved her which is yk good and regardless if he liked her or not.

them spending their childhood together with erens parents, growing up together, sticking next to each other.

even during the marley arc she still wanted him to come home. him telling her he hated her is kinda his way of trying to make her let go of him, so she wouldn’t be hurt when he leaves.

not to mention him crying like an idiot when armins threatens him with words.

eren giving her the gift of the alternate universe in the paths for 4 years as a “gift”.

besides all of these facts, him always keeping his promise to wrap her scarf around mikasa.

now to look away from the plot, they aesthetically fit each other so well. giving girlboss x househusband in my opinion.

or even a power couple both of them serving.

yeah, eren with ONLY mikasa i wouldn’t back down no matter what.

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bertholdt hoover:

now…. don’t hate me……annie.

now if you had watched attack on titan junior high, you would know they had a little thing.

now if we stick to the main AU. similar to eren and mikasa, they grew out together on the same side, going to war together and facing consequences together.

now obviously in the main AU, annie wasn’t interested in him like he was. but the point i’m trying to make is that i cannot imagine anyone else with bertholdt other than annie, not that i cannot imagine with annie with anyone other than bertholdt, (read the title).

for me, if they were together they’d give off sunshine x grumpy vibes.

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reiner braun:

no one 😭😭.

don’t even try to say historia maybe because hell naw. but i legit cannot see him with anyone from the AOT universe, he’s too much of a self confident man for anyone to approach him, even if he isn’t in reality.

for me reiner is like the friend everyone has, and everyone relies on, but seems like he doesn’t need anyone himself, like similar to his character in attack on titan, he does what he thinks is best and looks out for other people, may seem like he’s chilling by himself, but kinda isn’t. so none does anything about it.

(feel free to give suggestions here though lol)

(not if it’s historia)

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hitch dreyse:

now there are two people here, one of them being marlow. like i COULD see them for together, yk?

both spending title together training and being in the military police etc.

she was even his last thought 😭😭😭. if i had to guess id probably say he would be most likely the one to like her rather than the opposite, but i could still kinda see them together.

secondly annie, now similar to bertholdt, i don’t see as annie being the one for hitch but kinda the opposite, like from hitchs POV i kinda could (again read the title if ur confused)

they had quite some screen time and lore and what not 💀. so why not.

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ymir:

historia only. i don’t think we need to discuss this, only historia. canon that she liked her and even changed her, she also wanted historia to change, protected her and also gave her the best advice she could’ve ever given her.

not to mention the absolutely gut wrenching letter she gave her 💔💔💔💔💔.

don’t think we need to discuss this, very obvious that ymir liked historia.

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erwin smith:

again, no one 😭😭😭.

so if anyone likes erwin here’s your chance.

lowkey similar to reiner i don’t think he’d appear like he needs anyone, yk erwin is a strong independent, influential person who holds a lot of power.

he could easily appear unapproachable. but at the same time i feel like unlike reiner, he doesn’t actually need anyone hed just prefer to have, in a sense that it would be nice, but he doesn’t need.

(no levi x erwin around here, i dislike it heavily)

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hange zoe:

now another two ships right here.

one of them being moblit, so basically what i think is going on here is some sort of office love. throughout the show when moblit was alive he always cared for hange, helping her around her office, reminding her of stuff, pulling her away from the two titans she had captured in season 1 etc.

he stood up for her infront of the military police men and even died protecting her, causing hange to lose on of her eyes.

i’d like to believe that hange had some sort of appreciation and love towards moblit ofc, she talked about it to mikasa that over the years she had lost so many people when they were debating between armin and erwin.

again, moblit and hange is one of the good ships in my opinion it’s just not one of my favourite, in my opinion it makes sense and i could see it but that’s about it.

secondly, levi. now here it gets kinda interesting.

since the beginning of season 1 levi and hange were constantly at it, levi mocking and teasing her etc, ofc hange responding excitedly, again this is because of their interesting character and not much special.

however these two spent so much time together, trained together, and trained over; been through so much.

don’t even get me started when hange took care of levi when he was deeply injured in season 4, then losing eyes as well, they lost the eye the other person had?? (idk how to formulate it u get what i mean)

not to mention the fact that when hange suggested they spend their lives in the forest, levi didn’t deny the idea.

their relation makes me cry, levi and hange is def one of the good ships in my opinion!

(a little side note; this might sound super weird, but throughout the hange x levi rant, i was mostly imagining season 4 hange, season 1-2 at least hange and levi don’t give off couple vibes. b it after that it kinda does, i hope some people can understand what i mean)

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floch foster:

nobody, i’m not a big fan of his character, and i cannot see him with anyone.

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historia reiss:

ymir in my opinion.

now it’s not AS canon as ymir but i’d like to think that both ymir and historia changed each others ideologies and ways of living.

as in they both impacted each other.

historia was definitely mostly effected by ymir, the letter as i’ve mentioned, and her crying her add out reading it.

now we know historia is married with a child, ofc she loves the child so i’m not gonna bring her daughter into it.

but in my opinion she didn’t look particularly happy about marrying the farmer.

i’d like to think ymir and historia make sense, def one of my favourites.

queen x guard vibes lol

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zeke jaeger:

i love zeke, his character, his backstory and his entire overall character, but i cannot imagine him with anyone.

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mikasa ackerman:

now obviously eren, i’ll stand by eremika till the day i die, it’s all common sense that she loves eren to the point she took that crusty scarf with her to the grave. it’s no surprise, she loved him, he loves her, period.

but at the same time i could also see her with jean, not that i like the ship or anything, but i could see it, as in can imagine it.

it would sure be super unhealthy at the start, but i feel like they will grow to accept and love each other.

mikasa will definitely try to put her feelings for eren aside, which yet again, is very unfair to jean because he doesn’t deserve someone who treats him like a second option, but, he kinda already knows he is if im being honest.

i wouldn’t say their relationship/ marriage would be toxic or anything but it would be filled with sorrow, sadness, and overwhelming emotions and pain sometimes.

but to sum it up, i could see them together.

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sasha braus:

as much as people love to ship her with niccolo which isn’t a bad ship in my opinion, i cannot see her with anyone 😭😭😭😭. idk why i rlly tried to, i can def see niccolo with her but not her with him, idk if that makes any sense i hope some people get what i mean.

i feel like she has a platonic friendship with most guys idk.!! as i said im not against niccolo and sasha i just don’t have it on my fav list���..

and i’m not saying this because i think she is unlovable.

i’m saying this because i don’t think she really prioritises stuff like that, i feel like her mentality would be, if it comes then it comes (i guess), but she wouldn’t really go out of her way if that makes sense.

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niccolo:

sasha.

he likes her 😭. very canon.

and also helped him find meaning with life and his food.

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levi ackerman:

mostly no one, because i feel like he would want to improve himself and focus on himself without caring for anyone’s because he still feels like they will leave him if he cares abojt them.

but i can also see him with hange :). i’m not repeating what i wrote basically the same as the hange x levi part.

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connie springer:

he’s the same as sasha, if it comes it comes and he wouldn’t go out of his way.

none of them are unlovable they just don’t bother and are lazy.

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jean kirschtein:

either no one. because he feels like before he can get someone he needs to improve mentally and physically and emotionally. he sometimes feels like he isn’t enough.

or mikasa. and again same as i wrote on the mikasa x jean part.

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annie leonhardt:

kinda bertholdt, same as the bertholdt part.

not rlly with hitch i don’t think she liked hitch like that.

armin most likely. i mean it’s canon soooo….

they didn’t get a lot of screen time since she was crystallised for like 4 seasons but when they did it showed alot of emotion and feelings that armin was constantly visiting and talking to her.

and that she really wants him too. i kinda like armin x annie, but isn’t on my fav list lol….

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armin arlert:

mostly annie, kinda also hard to imagine him with someone. (no mikasa x armin they’re platonic and best friends)

and (no eren x armin, they’re best friends)

but yeah mostly annie, as i said kinda hard because i feel he’s one of those who doesn’t actively seek relationships he’d rather let things unfold by themselves and if it’s his fate than so be it, kinda like sasha and connie but i feel like he would actually want a partner from time to time.

so yeah annie.