#save the day. ignorance is bliss lol

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[storiesfromafan]

MIA - Buck x Reader

A/N: so I am back with part 2 to Rumours. Not sure how I feel about this...but it will have to do haha. I will do a part 3, and that will be it.

Forgive me if any information is wrong, as I had to change a few things around to suit the story. As well as any spelling and grammer mistakes 😅

Tag list: @strayrockette (you asked for angsty, hope I met the requirement...maybe lol)

October 8th 1943 was a day you wouldn't forget. Starting with waking to this foreboding feeling gnawing at the back of your mind. And with every minute of the passing morning your stomach sinking further and further. Something was to happen that day, which usually meant death, injury and despair with a mix of grief.

Earlier that morning the 100th had flown out on a raid. It was like they normally would, no one would have guessed the out come of their return. You had spent the morning doing inventory and getting everything ready for the 100th return. If this raid was like any other, there would be some injured men coming into your medical. The Doctor's were waiting, ready for whatever was to come. While the other nurses prepared for what they would see.

When the transport vehicles rolled out, maned by men who were use to everything traumatising and disturbing. You might see the men when they are wheeled in, but to see them as they are pulled from their plane, you don't think you could stomach that. You had over heard a few men telling other female nurses the gruesome details, every stomach churning missing limb and exposed insides. And you can't forget the blood.

Standing with the other nurses and Doctors, with baited breath, you all waited. Ready for action, to help and save lives. You heard the vehicles come flying down the dirt road, the muffled noise of men talking before the cries of those injured. When the doors burst open and the first few men were brought it, you all sprung into action.

You didn't think, you just acted. Moving to help a man who was covered in blood, you looked him over assessing his wounds. He had a few large, deep cuts but none were in any areas of major arteries. But he did had a broken leg and dislocated arm. The sounds he made was hard to listen too, it pulled at your heartstrings. But you kept on moving, doing your job.

When you were done with him you moved on to the next, and then the next, till all that had came in were seen too. Hours went by, it was late morning when you had started, and it was now evening when you finally stopped. Done with your work. Clothing covered in blood, body drained and exhausted. But you felt satisfied, knowing all men were alive. Yet the night would only tell how the worst would fare.

Stepping out of the medical building, the evening breeze hitting your face. Closing your eyes, you inhaled the fresh air into your lungs, a stark contrast to that of the sterile space you had been in. Rolling your shoulders back, you stretched your arms and hands, enjoying how your body creaked and cracked. Your ears took in the faint sounds of the base. Enjoying the sounds around you, unlike what you had listened to, which had been filled with cries, moans, groans and machines for hours.

If only you had been warned not to open your eyes, you could have lived in ignorant bliss. For as soon as you opened them you were greeted to the sight of one Major Egan. The usual boyish charm and cheeky nature gone, replaced with sadness and anguish. That foreboding and sinking pit in your stomach surfacing after being pushed away while you worked. Today was a day you had dreaded. A day that you prayed to never meet.

“It's B-Buck...” Bucky managed to get out, voice hollow and strained. “H-his plane...it-it went down...”

Hearing those words laced in pain, as Bucky did his best to keep himself together. It was like standing there, telling you, made it finally sink in, how real the situation was. The chances were Buck had gone down with his plane, possibly dead. Or he managed to evacuate and was now in enemy territory, which meant death or becoming a prisoner. No matter what way you thought about it, there was a chance of Buck not returning.

You felt the air in your lungs hinder. Breathing in all aspects getting harder. Your chest tightening with the dread you were feeling. You could feel tears rising in your eyes. Bucky looked up from staring at the ground, and upon seeing your reaction to the news, swiftly moved to grab your arm. He led you to a bench near by before helping you sit, then taking the spot next to you.

Everything seemed to fade away, leaving you with an ache in your chest. You couldn't form any words, yet your mind was running wild with them. So many questions that you wanted to ask. Bucky watched you as you stared off into the distance. He understood what you were going through, processing the terrible news. He had been in the same position as you hours before.

Bucky cleared his throat, trying to dislodge the lump that seemed to be sitting there. “I...I thought you should hear the news from me...” his voice was low, trying to be as calm as he could.

You nodded, still having trouble to speak. But the silence between you too wasn't uncomfortable, for you both understood the other right now. Maybe you both needed the other, to work through this moment. A moment that could have come at any time. Bucky knew that, and you both knew Buck knew it. It was part of their job, knowing at any minute they are up in the air, and then the next they would be coming down. With a slim chance of survival in this war.

With time Bucky spoke to you, telling you to clean up and take it easy. Mentioning how he would be having a drink by the planes, if you wanted to join him. Still you hadn’t spoken, but nodded your heard slowly. With that, you shakily got up from your seat and headed back to your room. It was when you were behind a closed door, back resting against the wood, and sliding down to sit on the floor. That was when you finally let your tears free. You broke down, heartbroken and longing to see Buck, even for just one more fleeting moment.

True to his word, you found Bucky that night on the wing of a plane. You had been in your room for ages trying to stop your tears, and only finally was able to get it under control. Not wanting to be alone, you had decided to seek out Bucky. You made your way up to the base of the plane, looking up at the intoxicated man who sat with his feet hanging over the edge of the wing.

“B-Bucky...” you spoke, voice horse and not sounding like yourself. A result from your crying. “Are you alright up there?”

He swayed a little, his head turning down to look to you. “F-fine...I guess" he sputtered.

“Maybe you should come down...” you said concerned for his well being.

Bucky just nodded his head before slowly and a little unsteadily, getting down. With his feet on the ground, you moved to sit you both in front of the plane. The ground was hard, and a little cool, but you both would be fine. Silence filled the space around you, but both happy to take comfort in each other.

With time Bucky began to speak, reminiscing on moments with Buck. He told you how they met and became friends, what they had both gone through up in the air. How he was like a brother to him. And how they both liked being around you, recalling when they first met you. And what he thought about you, and Buck's reaction to you.

“We both liked having you around, you know?” Bucky questioned. “It was nice to have a dance partner that could take a joke" he laughed.

You smiled softly, for the first time feeling happy hearing his words.

“Buck...Buck liked having someone to talk to that was level headed, like him. He told me how close you both were, and I was happy he had you. And when those rumours made the rounds, he was Hell bent on putting an end to them" he chuckled. “Had me wondering...”

You looked at Bucky in confusion. “Wondering what...?”

“You know" he said tilting his head, when you continued to look at him the way you were he went on. “You know...if you and Buck were – well you know”.

You sat up straight at his insinuation. Bucky thought you and Buck were seeing each other privately, and engaging in inappropriate behaviour. “N-no, not at all" you replied quickly.

“But you do have feelings for him, right?” Bucky asked, looking you in the eye. “He came back after speaking to you, he didn't say it but I could tell something went down between you both, right?”

You averted your eyes from his. Deciding there was no reason to hide it, you nodded your head. Out of all the people on the base, Bucky and Buck were to two you could trust. And it looked liked you only have Bucky left.

“I knew it...I think he cared for you. But with Marge, he was devoted to her...” Bucky thought out loud. “Watching you both, I could see something there...but you're both so good, to do anything to hurt someone...”

You didn't understand what the Major was getting at. Deciding it was time for him to get to bed, you voiced it. “Alright Bucky, I think its time you get some rest”.

You moved to help him up, but Bucky protested, almost having a child like fit. But with a little bit of talking to him, you were able to talk him into it. With his arm over your shoulders, you helped get Bucky back to his room, before leaving him at his door. Reluctantly you headed back to you room. Once in bed you had wanted to sleep, but it was something that you got next to none off. How your sleeping pattern would be from here on out.

The course of the next few weeks seemed to be following a steady path. But, once more, you are struck with bad news. First Buck, now Bucky. His plane going down and with that, the last of your hope for everyone else. You cried and thought of the Major, but no where near as it had been for Buck.

Lost to war were two strong men. Who didn't deserve what they got. No more mischievous and anger inducing moments with Bucky, whom you would gladly have one more dance with, only to have him make you laugh. No more electrifying discussions with Buck, were you would enjoy looking into his stormy blue eyes, that caused butterflies to swarm your stomach. Now it was an empty pit, with a chest to match.

A/N: one of my favourite moments was Buck dancing with Meatball 😍

[skullyragdoll]

Despair Time episode 16 spoilers pt.1

literally amazing but also so depressing

I can't!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE ACEVI ANGSTT!!!!!!!!!!!!! pt.1

My heart can't handle all this angst (pun not intended) I thought this was a lot of angst but it gets even sadder and gayer laterrrrrrrrrrrr! TOXIC DOOMED YAOI!!!!!! ToT

2. R.I.P MonoTV

THE ANIMATION LOOKS SOOO GOOD!!!!!!!!! also XF Future Tech??? like from the bonus episode? and other character?!

3. AHHHHH

I was so scared when this happened even tho I knew she was gonna live. Also kinda random but I love how even though the whole group hates each other they still work together when one of them is about to die, trauma bonding lol

4. SHITTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!

I LITERALLY SCREAMED!!!!!!!!!!!! LEVI!!!!!!!!!!!!!! this is simultaneously the best and worst day to be an Acevi shipper. this is a bad day to be gay

5. The ultimatum I CANT!!!!!!!!!!

YOU CANT DO THIS TO MEEEEEE ToT!!!!!!!!!!! Only one of them can live!!!!!!!!!!! I can't!!!!!! ACE SAYING HE DOESN'T CARE ABOUT LEVI BUT THEN BEING SO QUICK TO SACRIFICE HIMSELF FOR HIM I CANT THE ANGSTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE ANGST WHEN LEVI WAKES UP!!!!!!!! (Also I just realized what does he mean 3rd!?!?! Is it himself? Is it his dead friend Taylor??? Does it have to do with the gloves?!?!)

6. THEY CAN NEVER MAKE ME HATE U ACE!!!!!!!

ACE TELLING ARTURO THAT HE'S A GOOD ENOUGH SURGEON!!!!!!! AHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! Even though arturo is still creepy I do like him more after this. I also understand why some people ship them now. Ace redemption tour!!!!!!!!

7. NOOO ACE!!!!!!!!!!

FIRST MIN KNOW ACE I CAN'T ToT. THe parallels with both of them being scared to die!!!!!!!!!!!!! THis series is literally a masterpiece this is tooo freaking emotional!!!!!!!!!!!!

8. The execution

ToT. I can't believe I lived a year in ignorant bliss of his inevitable death. Him and min both not wanting to die and both of them SACFRICING THEMSELVES TO SAVE SOMEONE ELSE I CANTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! there goes my comfort character DEAD!!!!! ToT (also the art is really good)

this is pt.1 cuz the photo limit is 30.

It really is despair time ToT

[octoberautumnbox]

Fly in the Night Trip

IZ*ONE/Soloist Jo Yuri & Male Reader

Word count: 417

Categories/warnings: fluff, loving relationship, alcohol

a/n: first fic! i wanted my debut to be a smut and planned a fic since two weeks before her birthday but i just couldnt bring myself to do it :( hopefully my next work is something closer to what i really want to write on this blog!

behind schedule sorry sd card got fucked up omw home rn You, 10:58 pm

fried chicken beer pls boyfie 😍😊💕, 10:59 pm

sure oppa. home 1130 You, 10:59 pm

ok see u love u baby boyfie 😍😊💕, 11:00 pm

Your phone screen dims and dies. "Unnie, the fried chicken spot please?" Your manager hums and nods okay to the mirror at your request and you return your attention to the window. The lampposts fly past as you fight your drowsiness.

*bzzt bzzt* You have received 40,000 KRW from boyfie 😍😊💕.

What an ass, won't even let you treat him when you're late getting home. 

~~~

The lock slides away with a click. The door opens and he takes the pack of beers and box of chicken from you. "Go wash up. I'll save you your drumsticks." Place a hand on his cheek and pull him towards you. Your peck lands on his other cheek and he smiles. 

~~~

"Sorry about tonight, Oppa." A burp escapes past your lips, relieving your tummy from a fair bit of pressure. "No worries, Yuri-yah," he says as he takes a sip from his own can. "I'm just glad you got home safe." You both turn back to the TV; try to ignore its unnecessary and unintelligible noises as well as the swelling of your heart. The alcohol's heat rises higher and higher, from your chest to your cheeks to your ears. Your head grows heavy, but a familiar hand guides it to lay on a sturdy shoulder. Within seconds, the world went dark.

~~~

Wake to his adorable light snoring. The moon shines high outside the nearly-totally curtained window. He shifts slightly, adjusts, and tightens his hold around your waist. Under the covers, the warmth of his leg between yours and his chest to your back provide comfort after a long day. Find his hand sandwiched by both of yours, and kiss his palm a thank you kiss. 

Find his mercy in an unforgiving world. See his love speckled across a dark night. Fight the turbulence of people and schedules and things out-of-the-way, and fly into the bliss of a love that holds no debts.

In the morning, he will kiss you before getting up and cooking your favorite breakfast. You will stir much later, and when he finds you he will wrap you in his arms again. Think to yourself: My hands on his cheeks, our eyes respectfully closed, my lips on his own. He deserves nothing less.

~~~

a/n: this came out much nicer than i thought it would lol. i hope i can write better soon. thank you for reading!

[artsyhamster]

And we've reached the end! I cannot believe we made it but here are the final four. :)

You know the drill by now, explanations and ramblings underneath the cut :D

(1) THE FOOL / THE MAGICIAN / THE HIGH PRIESTESS |

(2) THE EMPRESS / THE EMPEROR / THE HIEROPHANT |

(3) THE LOVERS / THE CHARIOT / STRENGTH |

(4) THE HERMIT / WHEEL OF FORTUNE / JUSTICE |

(5) THE HANGED MAND | DEATH | TEMPERANCE |

(6) THE DEVIL / THE TOWER / THE STAR |

(7) THE MOON / THE SUN / JUDGEMENT / THE WORLD

THE MOON - As I mentioned in the previous set, I had The Star and The Moon exchanged at first. Colorwise I found the Balcony Smoker to be more fitting but descriptionwise.... "[The fool's] bliss (...) makes him vulnerable to the illusions of the Moon" fit Klaasje more. I feel like Harry related to her on a level and of course was drawn to her beauty, and fell for her deception. Or well at least I did lol. Although I don't even want to call it deception, more like...obfuscation in self-defense. Klaasje on the rooftop staring at a moon seemed like a nice visual image too.

THE SUN - I had. So much trouble. Filling this role. Since The sun stands for everything warm and joyous. "It enlightens, so the Fool both feels and understands the goodness of the world." And it's pretty hard to find something joyous in Revachol. I almost chose Ruby just for the orange aesthetics and the sort of... enlightenment. But considering she might shoot herself in the head, I refused to put her in the role of the sun. I wanted to save the Insulidan phasmid for THE WORLD at first, but I am damn happy I let go of that thought. Especially since the story starts and begins with the fool anyway. SO YEAH. I love this stick bug.... I cannot describe it. After you go through this whole bleak game, filled with death, misery, failure and coldness you find this...walking wonder. And the soundtrack to this encapsulates it so well, too. The phasmid scene always fills me with so much happiness T_T

JUDGEMENT - Also one of the the cards that were pretty clear to me from the beginning. Trant looks pretty menacing here but I love it lol. I added a small Harry, because under the judging eyes of his colleagues, everyone would feel small. "The Fool has been reborn. His false, ego-self has been shed, allowing his radiant, true self to manifest." The radiance is debatable, but Harry definitely went through a lot of development in the past few days and hopefully he came out a better person. He isn't absolved of his past mistakes and further judged on those, rather he is judged on the things he did right. And I don't know, what I like about Harry in general is that he is an absolute fuckup but if you give a person the right support and faith in them to be better, they can. If you keep reminding people only of the things they've done wrong, you are taking their room to grow, by defining them as an irredeemable failure.

THE WORLD - "The Fool reenters the World, but this time with a more complete understanding. He has integrated all the disparate parts of himself and achieved wholeness. He has reached a new level of happiness and fulfillment." Well, what can I say. Our fool Harry started this journey full of ignorance but he opened his eyes to the mistakes of the past and learned from them, and is now hopefully ready to tackle life anew. And I love the last sentence of The Fool's story: This cycle is over, but, the Fool will never stop growing. Soon he will be ready to begin a new journey that will lead him to ever greater levels of understanding. While this chapter of his life is over, there'll be new stories to be told. Setbacks and more opportunities to grow, and only time will tell where his journey will lead him this time.

Thanks to everyone who followed me and Harry on this journey and read through my ramblings. Also thanks for all the lovely tags & comments, it was an absolute pleasure reading through these. <3 Much Love!

[daenysthedreamer101]

Youngest Original ~ TVDU

Ch 7 - Memory Lane

Mikaelson!OC

Warnings: sadness lol? Plotwist? Kassie is feeling very nostalgic and melancholic + my favorite man is back!!!

Masterlist

There's nothing but the rain No footsteps on the ground I'm listening but there's no sound

October 2010, Mystic Falls

Two more weeks have passed. Stefan was still refusing to hand over their siblings. Kassie could tell Klaus's patience was paper thin and if she was being honest, so was hers. She understood why Stefan was doing all this; Klaus had no right to compel him and take his will away. But this was getting out of control.

Klaus told her he was going to negotiate with Stefan one last time. She asked what would she be doing. Her brother just laughed and with sickly sweet words told her to stay put while he dealt with the situation. Kassie had to actively control herself from lashing out at him. 

He always sidelined her and her ideas, no matter how good they were or if they made more sense than his. She was to sit aside and let him do everything. But how could she sit idly while a vengeful vampire basically kidnaped her family? No matter how hard she tried explaining to Klaus that they were her family too, he wouldn't listen. 

She knew why he never allowed her to do anything; it was cause he thought she would ruin everything. To him, she was a nuisance and a liability. Why did he even undagger me, she thought. She was not allowed to do anything outside of his preplanned procedures, so why did he bring her back?

Was he simply just bored and wanted company? Did he truly feel remorse for breaking her trust and betraying her? He never told her the true reason and after two months of being back in the land of the living, she was starting to get frustrated with his antics.

~

While Klaus was out negotiating with Stefan, Kassie had hours to kill. It was a sad, gloomy day; the skies above Mystic Falls were grey and full of dark clouds, indicating it would rain soon. The poor weather meant she was stuck in the house. It also brought a sense of melancholy onto Kassandra's mind. 

An idea popped up in her head. She walked toward her closet and opened it. A big wooden chest stood at the bottom of it; inside were a bunch of old-looking diaries and notebooks. They all belonged to Kassandra. After undaggering her, Klaus was gracious enough to ship most of her belongings from Geneva to their new residence in Mystic Falls. 

They were all chronologically placed in order by year. Her eyes danced over the years - 1939, 1922, 1914, 1864, 1492, 1453 and so on. The very first one was the biggest in size, the pages were yellow and she was honestly surprised it lasted all these centuries. The first page had the year 1104 written on it. 

"Do you really want to do this?" she asked herself. She hadn't opened this diary in particular since...the accident. That was over 900 years ago. But something in her mind was telling her to open it and read. And so she did. As she read, memories of her past flooded her mind. 

May, 1104 AD

"Today was the most splendid day. Axel gifted me with the most beautiful present - wedding rings! Mine even has a blue gem at the top! Today marks 100 years since we made our union official—one hundred years of pure bliss and joy. I pray for an eternity of peace with him by my side. Destiny has so far been kind to the two of us. My siblings were nowhere in sight and I haven't heard from them in decades. I intend to keep it that way."

This passage tightened Kassandra's heart like she hadn't felt in centuries. She blinked away tears and shook her head. She looked inside the wooden chest once again. In the corner, next to one of the diaries, was a small trinket box made of rosewood. It had floral engravings on it and was clearly made centuries ago.

She picked it up and she could already tell this was a bad idea. She should stop now and save herself the pain. But the yearning inside her heart was too great to ignore. Kassie took a deep breath and opened the small box. 

Inside the box was a silver ring. It had Norse knots engraved on its sides and at the top sat a small, emerald-cut sapphire. Even after all these years, it hadn't lost its shine. Kassie turned it in her hands, examining it. She hadn't looked at it in so long she had almost forgotten how beautiful it was. 

The more she looked at it, the more her eyes watered until eventually, tears started spilling down her cheeks. The ache in her heart was painful but not unfamiliar; it took her back to a time and place where pain was the only thing she felt. 

By the time she put back everything in its place, the rain started pouring from the skies. For some reason, she wanted to go outside. Out of sight, out of mind was the principle she used all these years and now she had ruined it all by looking into the wooden chest. 

The cracks in her heart were starting to ache again; they never truly healed in the first place, but at least they were dormant. Not anymore. 

Before leaving, she scribbled down a quick message for Klaus and left it at the front door. She then put on her long black coat, grabbed one of the umbrellas, and walked outside only to be greeted by the cold wind and rain. She didn't mind it, she welcomed it as a distraction. The streets were empty; everyone ran inside to hide from the rain. But not her.

~

Her black leather boots clicked against the wet concrete as she went further and further away from the town. The place she was looking for was deep inside the forest surrounding Mystic Falls. She walked over Wickery Bridge but then made a sudden stop. 

She observed as the raindrops danced on the surface of the river and listened to the quiet hum of the river's movement. When she was a human, there was no bridge and the river existed as a mark to indicate the end of their village's territory. 

After a couple of minutes, she continued with her little journey. After another mile of walking, she could see it in the distance. Not bothering to use her vampire speed, she slowly walked until she finally stood in front of her special place. Their special place.

It consisted of a small rock formation, though it was big enough for people to sit on it. This was the place where she would sit and patiently wait for him to arrive. The reason why she had to sneak outside of the village was because she knew her parents would disapprove. 

To her surprise, it was her mother who was strictly against Kassandra being involved with anyone. Their mother was strangely against any one of her children getting married. Kassie never understood why. 

The rain was still pouring from the sky, making the rocks wet and shiny. She walked around the rock and crouched down. On the back of it, two carvings could be found. Both were names written in Runic, the written script of Kassie's native language. 

ᚪᛋᛖᛚ   (AXEL)

ᚳᚪᛋᛋᚪᚾᛞᚱᚪ (KASSANDRA)

She ran her hand over his name. "My love...where are you? Are you even alive?" She whispered in her mother tongue, choking on her own tears. 

For many months, they would meet in secret and share kisses under the light of the moon. Together, they carved their names on this rock to immortalize their love. Little did they know, they too would become immortal. 

After a little squabble with Damon Salvatore and witch spirits, Klaus finally took back what was his. Daniel, his hybrid, was carting in his sibling's caskets into one of the halls. Upon entering the house Klaus could tell it was dead silent. His sister usually had music or some TV show playing, which meant she was gone. 

"I think this is for you," Daniel said and handed him a small piece of paper. Klaus unfolded it and in small, neat letters he recognized as Kassandra's, a short message was written. 

Went out for a walk. Will be back in a couple hours. - K

Klaus hummed. She never went out anywhere without notifying him before leaving. But she was also known to go on spontaneous walks so this didn't surprise him. He just wondered where she was and why she didn't tell him. 

After carting in the last casket, Daniel asked him if he would open them up. "Not quite yet. I have some unfinished business to take care of." Klaus said as he walked past the caskets.

"What business?" Daniel asked but before Klaus could respond, the man fell to the ground, dead. Behind him was Elijah, holding the hybrid's heart.

"So, Niklaus," Elijah said, looking Klaus dead in the eye.

"Elijah..." Klaus gasped, shocked to see his brother alive.

"What did I miss?" Elijah asked, getting closer to Klaus.

***

Gasp! Kassie was married!?

I felt I needed to lay the foundations of Kassie and Axel's relationship now, so that the payoff, well... pays off later on down the line lol

Elijah is baaack!!! I just realized that this is the first time we'll see him and Kassie together in the main timeline!

Yes, my girl was married and doesn't know where her hubby is. That's why she's so depressed. Wonder who could be behind all of that...hmmm?

[ikesenwritings]

Huehuehue in the case of reqs being open... I humbly request hcs of a couple suitors with a short s/o. Preferably Arthur +/ Theo +/ Ieyasu +/ Jin. Or whoever else you like, really. I'm just a short simp over here lol

Thank you so much! I look forward to reading all of your future work :3

A/N: Thank you for the request! I think this turned out to be more of a general boyfriend hc. I tried to avoid being as repetitive as possible, so I may not have talked about the s/o being short, specifically, but it’s fluffy nonetheless! I don’t know why I had such trouble thinking of ideas because I am also a short simp hehe. And funnily enough, though Jin was the latest route I read, I had the most difficulty writing for him :(

//

Content Warnings: None

[HC] Short s/o

Suitor(s): Arthur (ikevamp), Theo (ikevamp), Ieyasu (ikesen), Jin (ikepri)

Arthur

He’d move the coffee beans to a higher shelf.

“Bless me with a cup of coffee, luv?”

And he would watch you leave his room with that charming, wicked smile of his.

You’d catch on early, but why mess with the new routine you’ve got going on? Especially when it always ends in a kiss and a particularly proud boyfriend?

So you continue asking yourself aloud, “Why on earth does Sebastian insist on putting the coffee beans on this shelf?” or some other variation.

And instead of utilizing the step stool just feet away, you continue standing on your tiptoes, arm outstretched.

You know Arthur is leaning against the doorframe, watching and waiting to come save his little bird.

He’ll watch you struggle some—you never cease being adorable, no matter the situation.

And then his body encompasses yours, one hand on your waist, the other wrapping firmly around the jar high up on one of the shelves.

You work in silence. Arthur usually never interrupts the process. He’s there to keep close, to wrap his arms around your waist and lay his chin atop your head, even though it may strain his neck at times. And when it does, he’ll lay a series of kisses all over your face and hair while breathing in your scent.

Eventually, the coffee is ready—it’s pleasant aroma permeating the air but it becomes long forgotten.

Now it’s just you and Arthur swaying in the kitchen to the tune of an imaginary song.

And soon, you’re turned around, placing kisses on his clothed chest, a content hum runs through you.

You look up with a lazy smile. This is it. Your favorite part. You grasp Arthur’s loosely knotted tie and pull him down to meet your lips.

Theo

To be honest, he had never really considered you short. It just never occurred to him. He’s always had other things on his mind.

And then one day, he goes to rest his elbow on your shoulder but found that it was actually your head.

That changed his perspective, for sure.

“Hondje, were you always this close to the ground?”

“What?”

There go the days of blissful ignorance.

Theo spent the next week distracted, noticing the small quirks about you and your height, which resulted in less than satisfactory work from him in his opinion.

How you seem to place all the things you frequently use on lower shelves, leading to the other residents grumbling about having to bend down.

How you seem to disregard some things altogether, if it wasn’t that important and required the help of someone taller.

How you manage to create scary and unstable step ladders out of stacked books and countertops when you needed to reach something.

How absolutely wide and shiny your eyes gleamed when looking up at him.

How, whenever you wanted to discuss something with him, you always pulled him down to sit on the bed while you stood up to appear taller.

He’d never you all that though. How everything you did was charming and how glad he was to have finally caught on to these particular habits.

Soon enough, a new habit kicks in: Theo standing beside his hondje at an art gallery or auction, his elbow resting gently atop your head, both silent, brows slightly furrowed and in deep concentration over a new painting. It’s what inspires Vincent’s next painting, much to his broer’s surprise.

Ieyasu

He may never escape the teasing, that poor boy.

He’s one of the youngest, he’s a porcupine, he’s Ieyasu. And Ieyasu is dating you.

You just know that Masamune won’t go a week without making some silly joke about their opposing personalities or the fact that Ieyasu, who’s already among the shortest of them all, is with you, an even smaller human.

And it’s Ieyasu, so he’ll reply with something crass and then walk away with red cheeks and ears.

But at the end of the day, when he finally gets his share of peace and quiet and is absent for all the teasing and shit-eating grins, he’s in his futon with you. Legs intertwined, hands clasped together, foreheads pressed firmly against each other.

Sometimes, when he’s absolutely content with laying in silence, he’ll lay his palm to yours and try to guess how many grains of rice he’d have to stack on the tip of your fingers to reach his.

He almost never finishes estimating for all five fingers because you’d get bored and start to nuzzle his neck, and Ieyasu would get incredibly flustered.

“You’ve made me lose count,” he’d pout before giving into a kiss.

Jin

He’s a man’s man, y’know?

He’s tall and he’s got the broad shoulders and the trap muscles; he’s the eldest, he looks after his brothers.

And now he looks after you—his itty bitty Belle.

Well, not really. It’s more like he follows you whereever you go. After having finally come to terms with his feelings for you and becoming an official couple…I mean, he’s almost like Rio.

Not that you ever asked for all the extra help around the bookstore or the palace, but it’s nice to spend all that time with him.

Now that his weekly trysts are over, Jin almost never wants to stray too far from you.

And so he helps organize your highest bookshelves and often lifts you by the waist so that you can double check his work.

When the holidays come around, he’ll help string decorations all over your store.

If the two of you ever cook together, you’re manning the stove while he’s in charge of prepping the food since some pantry items are stored on higher shelves so that recipe books that Jin snuck out of the palace can be nicely displayed at your eye level.

[yupyor]

The Thing About Midnight

Summary - Jason takes you out on a date in the middle of the night, saying it's far more romantic when more than half of the city is asleep.

You sighed, the day's exhaustion you had accumulated through the day getting to you. Jason was still getting ready, shouting now and then to prevent you from being on with everyone else, and falling asleep.

It was your 2nd anniversary. The day you and Jason met each other, and instantly sealed the deal. The day you both looked at one another, and decided that each other was the one.

It was odd at first, if you're being honest. At the beginning he would constantly disappear for a prolonged period of time, and then abruptly show up back with a subtle scar, or a few bruises here and there. It had you more than confused, and primarily concerned. It took him almost a year, and the painful moment of your relationship's near-death experience, for him to fess up about his otherworld activities.

It was scary, knowing the danger he was making him self susceptible too—though in the end it also had you liking him more. You don't know why, honestly, but the fact that he was an undercover vigilante out to make the world a better place made him even hotter. Like it gave you bragging rights, lol.

"Yea! My man fights to make the world a better place, literally. What does yours do?"(that was my attempt at humor, LOL)

You smiled, the softness of your expression not going unnoticed by the sudden figure that loomed over you.

"Is that what sleep deprivation looks like for you?" Jason joked, wearing nothing but a wet black towel wrapped around his waist. He looked better with his hair wet. "Normally people'd get cranky, so you smiling 5 seconds after yelling at me irritatingly through the door has me scared."

You ignore the comment, looking into the deep blues of his eyes, smitten. Now that you think about it, you've never actually told him how much you fell for him. Sure, you've both said the occasional I like you, and oftentimes I love you, but you never went into depth with it.

You were in a dark place when you had met each other, and he had stuck with you throughout that despite the present difficulty, guiding you to your way out, and simultaneously to happiness.

So in a way, he saved you. He saved your heart, and it would be unfair to not tell him, especially on your 2nd anniversary. You've already missed the first one, putting it off as trivial, thinking he already knew—but it wouldn't hurt just to make sure, or at least confirm his suspicions.

So you leaned back as far as you could with the chair supporting you, and nestled into his hunched form, making sure to make the eye contact of your life, and whispered, "I love you."

It came slowly at first, though all at once. The confusion, fear, and utter bliss coinciding in his eyes, and the contorts of his brows leaving you appalled. He seemed conflicted, and that made you question whether you had said something wrong. Which was very alarming considering you had only just said the 3 most important words that anyone who loved you could, like, ever say... Till he wasn't.

Jason smiled, the raw endearment in the depths of his eyes making more of a sight to see than his damp chiseled form wetting the floor beneath him, only breaking the lingering silence to mutter a few cherished words of his own.

"I know." He reaffirmed, the curves of his lips edging into a broader smile than before. It had lacked his usual smugness, devoured entirely by the moment between the two of you. "But I love you more!" Though thinking it would last was a fool's expectation.

The laugh that broke out of you at the revelation ruined whatever you both had going on at that moment.

"I'm serious!" You bemoaned, and all Jason could do was smirk, albeit fondly. He liked seeing your smile. It made him happy. He doesn't think we could go a day without at least seeing it once.

Making sure to leave a brief kiss on your forehead, Jason parted from you with a quick, "I have to get ready," disappearing into the darkness of your living room, and more than likely heading straight for your shared bedroom.

Maybe this night wouldn't be as bland and tiring as you had first thought it out to be. Maybe this would amount to be the most special night you and Jason would have throughout the longevity of your relationship—and maybe this night would make you fall even more for him.

Though you hope you both could eventually upstage it.

It was then you realized your love for Jason was beyond comprehending.

He was just... the one. A fact that will permanently remain true.

[dxnse-macabre]

GET TO KNOW YOUR MUSE BETTER

✩ — 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒.

▸ IS YOUR MUSE TALL / SHORT / AVERAGE? : tall, at least according to the dnd player handbook. the average height for elves ranges from under 5' to above 6'. he's on the taller end of the scale.

▸ ARE THEY OKAY WITH THEIR HEIGHT ? : yes!! he loves being able to look down at others, gives him some feeling of superiority.

▸ WHAT’S THEIR HAIR LIKE? : white, curly. he puts a hint of product in his hair so it at least stays out of his face when he fights (his secret is aloe. both serves as some sort of shampoo/conditioner and hair gel to keep his hair in place.) if you run your hands through his hair right after he took a bath without any aloe, it's very soft.

▸ DO THEY SPEND A LOT OF TIME ON THEIR HAIR / GROOMING? : of course! you will NEVER catch him with greasy hair, unless it is right after a fight-- but the second he's back at camp, he's the first person in the river bathing. while he has fun killing and gutting others, he doesn't like it when he feels sticky, sweaty, and gross.

▸ DOES YOUR MUSE CARE ABOUT THEIR APPEARANCE / WHAT OTHERS THINK ? : the one thing he has left that is his is his appearance, so of course he'd be very particular about it. he relishes in the fact that he's very attractive, and holds it very dear to his heart (that's also why he refuses to take the astral tadpole)

✩ — 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒.

▸ INDOORS OR OUTDOORS? : outdoors. he can get claustrophobic if indoors is too... indoors.

▸ RAIN OR SUNSHINE? : he loves the sun. he misses it.

▸ FOREST OR BEACH? : forest. he doesn't like sand; it gets in places you never want it to be.

▸ PRECIOUS METALS OR GEMS? : gems. he would love to rock some rings with precious stones on them.

▸ FLOWERS OR PERFUMES? : perfumes. he loves smelling amazing.

▸ PERSONALITY OR APPEARANCE? : personality. he doesn't care if you're a dwarf. he doesn't care if you're an orc. or a tiefling. or a gith. he finds his partners sexy either way, so as long as they respect his boundaries and listen to him

▸ BEING ALONE OR BEING IN A CROWD? : depends. he likes to be the life of the party and draw everyone's attention. but being alone?... sometimes he needs a moment to think by himself. but he's also afraid of dying alone, so...

▸ ORDER OR ANARCHY? : anarchy. let's fuck some shit up

▸ PAINFUL TRUTHS OR WHITE LIES? : white lies. he'd lie his ass everywhere he goes if that meant that he lives or that it saves someone from a moment of hurt. he really believes in the whole, "ignorance is bliss" thing.

▸ SCIENCE OR MAGIC? : magic. he gives gale a lot of shit for being a magical wizard guy, but... truth be told, he's pretty jealous. he wishes that he could just burn everyone that touches him in a way he doesn't like.

▸ PEACE OR CONFLICT? : conflict. he loves the drama

▸ NIGHT OR DAY? : day. night is nice, but he relishes the daylight when he can.

▸ DUSK OR DAWN? : dusk. this is the prime time to get up to no good

▸ WARMTH OR COLD? : warmth. he needs a hug

▸ MANY ACQUAINTANCES OR A FEW CLOSE FRIENDS? : few close friends. he needs them. he has too many people that know his body, but not who he is.

▸ READING OR PLAYING A GAME? : reading. you guys know the idle animation LOL

✩ — 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄.

▸ WHAT ARE SOME OF YOUR MUSE’S BAD HABITS? : he's a, "glass half-empty" kind of guy. he's inclined to be very self-centered and pragmatic, and also jealous of those that tav helps out. it always goes back to the whole, "why weren't you there so you could have helped me when i needed it most" kind of thing.

▸ HAS YOUR MUSE LOST ANYONE CLOSE TO THEM? HOW HAS IT AFFECTED THEM? : his family. his friends in his past life. his mortality. he lost so much, and he has to live with that for however long he has left. he's afraid to watch all of the companions live out their last days, due to his immortality.

▸ WHAT ARE SOME FOND MEMORIES YOUR MUSE HAS? : honestly? he doesn't have much. the new memories that he makes now are the best memories he has. if he tries to think of the past, his good memories from his life before... he can't remember.

▸ IS IT EASY FOR YOUR MUSE TO KILL? : yeah. it's too easy for him to take away a life. he's been doing it for so long, he often forgets that the people he killed had lives that they left behind.

▸ WHAT’S IT LIKE WHEN YOUR MUSE BREAKS DOWN? : it's emotional, explosive. if he's angry, he has angry tears running down his cheeks. don't trust him with a knife or anything else, because he will stab someone/something. if it's a depressed breakdown, he falls to his knees. he might even slam his fists or claw at the ground if he feels like he's been wronged and doesn't feel like he deserved whatever he got. then, there's a calm after the storm. he goes catatonic for a while and tries to process what happened.

▸ IS YOUR MUSE CAPABLE OF TRUSTING SOMEONE WITH THEIR LIFE? : he's afraid to, but he's capable. you need to get through several barriers first before he takes it in stride. he needs to trust you first. otherwise, he'll think that you're trying to force him to be indebted to you.

▸ WHAT’S YOUR MUSE LIKE WHEN THEY’RE IN LOVE? : he's afraid. he's afraid to see how it ends up, afraid to fuck it up, but he's also so certain that it's what he wants. he holds it close, but holds you like porcelain. i like to think that the real astarion, the mortal one from almost 200 years ago, comes back. he learns how to live again. he learns that he isn't just an object. he learns that he's more than what the world made him out to be, thanks to you. he will search far and wide for something that can "cure" your mortality without giving your soul to the devil... but if he can't find that? he's still happy that it happened, and will want to die by your side once you two have lived a happy life together.

tagged by: the one and only @wildskissed tagging: @crimesought @murderbled @nightsdogma + anyone else that wants to do this!

[fracturedporcelaindoll]

Dear diary,

Is self awareness really so grand?

I feel it's both a blessing and a curse, for you are aware of actions that may result in possible outcomes as well as gain a better insight to yourself but at the same time the saying of ignorance is bliss is true as well in that you'll have less worries as you wouldn't additional be overthinking nor contemplating all the realizations that come with being self aware or gaining more self awareness~

Like as an example the realizations that I'll never get my hair platinum blonde it's just naturally too dark that the dye will not have that effect. But moreover the fact that I love princess aesthetic hair, the voluminous cascading curls but naturally my hair is very fine and straight with a slim slight wave to it~

The additional information that perms do more damage to hair and the fact that if had curls I'd have to use comb or tease out the tangles not exactly thrilling experience- flash back to comb being used for tangles as child- so painful~

The struggle with sticking to diet is progressively harder and why because of this idolized notion of normal... is it normal to have 3 meals a day, eat what you like that's reasonably healthy and still not gain excessive weight?~ maybe for the lucky few that have fast metabolisms or great genes but for average individuals no....~

It just adds more stress cause why can't you be like everyone else? Oh the irony~

I need to lose the weight I've gained and I could regret the decision to have that pizza that was given as promintial advertising but no because that was the most delicious pizza ever...~

Claimed to be traditional Italian and I can say it was certainly so... in a world of over done lack luster and oily pizzas this was the best...~

The secret to good pizza is not just the dough or crust its everything~

The crust was perfect, the sauce was spicy without being overly so and the taste of herbs was appreciated, the cheese... never have I had such mouth watering delicious cheese and the pepperoni crispy flavorful without being excessively oily~

Dieting is hard for various reasons, yes some due to literally feeling hungry.. don't you just wish could naturally reduce appetite by more force of will or thinking not so easily achieved~

Then emotional aspects, period cravings and stressful days or something as simple wanting to snack while watching a movie..~

The late night snacks have always been one of harder ones for me to resistant indulging in~

I don't like my face maybe if I had cosmetic surgery, double eyelids, cute button nose, big doe eyes or nice cheekbones than I'd like my face but nope don't like it as it is~

I considered getting a furry aesthetic mask because the ability to craft doll like aspects blended with realism of creatures is admirable and beautiful to me as an art~

Although I am not a furry myself or have much interest in exploring such realms but do admire the art of craftsmanship to make such elaborate masks~

I realized that would draw more attention and while I may already be considered weird for my aesthetic tastes fashion related I don't need more attention so the usual of sunglasses paired with face mask is probably the most practical way to go about covering up~

My only issue with face masks is it makes drinking impossible since have to remove mask and then the stuffiness, flogging up glasses and walking into stuff will happen lol~

Maybe I'll start saving up for a total makeover~

[skullsobs]

my long and overcomplicated opinion on saw x (spoilers obvs)

1. Ignoring the plot and everything this movie was so pretty. Like the cinematography is so nice and it felt really well edited. It looked like a saw movie still but had a lot more money & time put into it. Especially since I saw it in theaters it looked particularly pretty

2. It stays true to the aesthetic of saw (for the most part :P) and it didn't feel super out of place. The only thing that felt off was John being in the good? Or at least seeming to be a good person by the narrative & how much screentime he got in the beginning.

3. MANDYYYYYYY oh my God Im so happy w how she was written in this movie I love her I'm going to kiss her she means the world to me

4. Epic bad luck

5. I think the overall story for the film works out and is relatively simple while being realistic in saw terms. It's interesting without being outlandish (unlike some other additions)

6. The twist got me of couuurrseee and it felt decently clever this time. Literally was on the edge of my seat during the whole thing. It's saw so you have to suspend your disbelief a little but this time it didn't feel as unrealistic as some of the twists.

7. I'm actually not that upset that hoffman was only in one midcredits scene. Having just John and Amanda in the game in Mexico made it so their interactions were more significant.

8. Fav trap was the eyeball vacuum!!!! While not technically a real trap I liked it the most :3

9. Amanda needs to stop having the most painful relationships with women it is tearing me apart. How she relates to Gabriela but can't let it get to her. She needs to be able to work like John, but her past keeps coming back to her. LET HER LIVE HAPPILY I CANT TAKE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

10. Billy :) that's all I'm just happy to see him again

11. My main critiques of the film are: it's a prequel so some of the tension is kinda lost imo (like whether John and Amanda will make it out alive bcs...they have to lol in order to have saw 2 & 3 happen) and it feels really difficult to try and paint John as a hero or some sort of moral person. That could be misreading the intent of the film, but idk I just can't take it seriously when John & Amanda & Carlos are walking out of the building at the end of the movie like they've Saved The Day meanwhile in the next film chronologically John throws all those people in the gas house y'know? But with that said I kinda see the intention. John isn't a good person, clearly he puts all the con artists in their traps ffs, but I think this film is just trying to define the shakey walls that John works within. He's cruel, but he doesn't kill the innocent.

12. Also take all of this with a grain of salt I'm still in the post movie bliss where I don't see all the issues yet lol

Tldr; good saw film 👍 8/10

[darknessawaits28]

<Let The Darkness In>

~Hello my beautiful lovies! So I wanted to do something different again! I am currently working on like a hundred stories right now so I wanted to take a break and just write some short stories for yall! Some of them will be love stories, some will be simple, and some might be turned into a longer version lol! Hope you enjoy! I love you all and thank you for your support! You are awesome! Love yall! Don't forget to like, follow, and obey! :3 :3 :P

Sounds of chanting could be heard ringing along the ears of the sacrificial lamb. Everyone around was screaming and shouting in blissful ignorance.

"My people of Rainwood, today will be the last day that this beast terrorizes our homes!" "With this sacrifice , our worries will soon cease to exist!"

"Y/n....I'm sorry...." a red haired man whispered apologetically to you, wishing that you weren't in this confounded cage.

You glared daggers at the man that you had trusted with your secret, "Do not talk to me Samuel, I trusted you, and you just gave it all away!"

Samuel gripped the rope tightly when he heard you, "I never meant to hurt you, I was simply trying to save our home from this ravenous beast!"

"Why of course, saving your own skin to be part of the five great heretics, right?"

"They welcomed me to join a family that I've never had, what do you expect, for me to say no?!"

"My brother Samuel, it is time to wheel this virgin into the beasts' lair!" The speaker signaled Samuel who reluctantly began to pull the rope.

"I hope you die!" you screamed at him, gripping onto the metal bars worriedly as the cage began to slowly move along the tracks. The wheels screeched against the metal tracks as it went further inside, deep into the dark abyss of the beasts' lair.

"Please.....please....Daru......god of protection....protect me from this beast!" you begged, the cage coming to a halt.

Your breathing quickened as you stood in complete darkness, the cage being your only protection against whatever was out there in the dark.

"So...you're the virgin they've given me as a gift hmmm?" A dark and sinister voice spoke.

"Who's there?!" you gasped, trying to get your eyes to adjust to the dark to find where this voice was coming from but to no avail.

The voice chuckled hungrily, its' footsteps coming closer and closer to you. "Do not fear me my child, I'm simply studying you."

"Studying me....why?"

"To see if you are worthy of becoming my bride."

"Excuse me, your bride, but I thought I was just a meal for you?"

"Yes, if you do not possess the elements I'm looking for" The beast growled, tearing the cage open with all its' brutish force.

You screamed in fear, moving away from the opening until you heard its' menacing chuckle.

"I do enjoy when my food is full of fear."

"I-I'm not scared of you!" you lied through your teeth, pulling out the three symbol cross on your neck and held it tightly.

The beast glanced at the three crosses you held, his intruige peaking. "The protection of the Neshai, I haven't seen that symbol in a long time."

Without warning, fire rose from four pillars, illuminating the cave you were in.

You flinched at the sudden brightness of the fire until your eyes widened at the sight of the beast in all its glory. It was enormous in stature, its skin black as night, its fingers inhumanely long, and its face.....resemblance of an ungodly creature.

"What is your name, my dear?"

"Y/n."

"Hmm....well my dear y/n....you seem worthy enough to not be eaten." The beast slowly exited the cage and waited for you to come out.

You, confused by this entire interaction, exited the cage cautiously and looked up at the beast with curious eyes. "Why aren't you going to eat me....are you going to make me your bride.....I mean...I'm not saying that I want you to eat me.....I'm just asking in curiosity?"

The beast let out another chuckle, "Because you wear that symbol." "And bride...well.....we shall decide that later....if you are willing to be with such a beast."

"Uh, well I....think we should wait for the whole bride thing..". "And, yes I wear this symbol, what's wrong with me wearing it?"

The beast nodded in respect at your answer, until you spoke about the symbol on your necklace, "Those who wore that symbol were fierce warriors that fought alongside my brothers and sisters to halt the attack of the heretics." "The Neshai were kind hearted people that never judged us and always protected our people." "You belong to them and therefore, will not be harmed."

"Wow, I have never heard such....wonderful stories of my people."

"Why is that?"

"My mother gave me this necklace as a gift and told me that I'd be a stronger warrior just like her; and protect the creatures of psy." "But I have never heard stories about fighting alongside you glorious creatures."

"Why thank you." "However, you need to work on that strong part since you seemed quite afraid of my appearance just a while ago."

"Hey, it wasn't my fault, you had me in complete darkness and threatened to eat me!"

"Heh, well, I apologize, but when I see such a delicious girl, I cannot help myself" The beast hummed as his long slender finger ran along your already blushing cheeks.

"Now, do you wish to get your revenge against those awful people?"

Shaking your head slightly to regain your composure, you turned your gaze towards the entrance of the cave.

"They have wronged you my dear, betrayed your trust, and let you fall victim to their venom....do you want revenge?" the beast asked again with a dark grin, its' fingers grabbing a hold of your right shoulder.

"I....I do" you smirked darkly, your eyes shifting to a dark black color without your knowledge, the symbol on your neck slowly glowing bright red.

"Good, let us show them what true darkness is~"

[chill-pills-yandere-haven]

Comedy of Errors

An: For those new here, Araashita is my Oc from my sagau story called 'God is overworked, underpaid, and touch starved. Triple threat!'. So anyway, we have more Araashita back story now lol. Also featuring some of my other Ocs who are in this world and connected to Araashita but don't need screen time for the story. I was pretty sure I just wanted to write about his connections to the characters in Genshin but then it kind of escalated. I'd love to hear your thoughts and theories on him

Tw: yandere themes, Araashita is traumatized, delusional, and confused. Triple threat!

Things had been... nice before he became aware.

It wasn't that things were bad now of course. He loved being with you, being your companion. After all, it was his purpose was it not?

It's just that, he missed his innocence sometimes.

Of course, as they say.

Ignorance is bliss.

In his 'life' (if you could even call it that), Araashita had been a great many things.

He used to be an Inazuman noble. The heir to a samurai clan that was sure to prosper to higher than thought possible under his watch. The oldest child of three brothers. Such days were long gone and reminiscing on them was like reaching out for something that you could never reach.

He used to be a runaway.

A boy with a genius younger brother who hopped on a boat gifted by a strange blue-haired boy, in hopes of freedom. The entire act was idiotic, but instincts and want overwhelmed fear and the pity he held for the rest of his clan.

He used to be a knight.

A fallen nation's most loyal and powerful follower, armed with a blessing from a God whose nation he never got to see. Plus the foul legacy of a demon's contract and a bard's desire for freedom.

He used to be a mentor.

The teacher of a reckless little boy who had gone through the same fate he had, running from home only to fall into the depths of the world himself. Now, that little boy was a harbinger, a weapon for the queen of frost in the same way he was a weapon for the prince.

What saddened him the most was that he couldn't stop the shine in that boy's eyes from disappearing completely, just as his did.

He used to be the princess's best friend and wingman.

He was always the one to help her make up with her older twin brother, the crown prince. He was the one who told her to shoot her shot, confess to the gorgeous woman who saved their lives when they fell back into the world, into soft fields of snow. She cried on his shoulder when she realized that the gorgeous woman had been lying about her true identity all this time. He was the one who got them to make up, for the queen of the frost-bitten land they'd fallen into to apologize for the lies and deceit. When she was going to get married to the love of her life, he was her best man.

He used to be the crown prince's rumoured lover.

They never loved each other romantically, more of a deep bond, akin to those formed by brothers. The rumours started as a way for people jealous of him and the fact that the prince enjoyed his company to justify their thoughts on Araashita's pure talent. He was the gender-bent Cinderella dream, going from an unwelcome, terrified boy who fell through the world itself, to one of the most politically powerful people in the nation. The relationship he had with the prince was more of an... Unspoken contract. They offered each other protection, his offer in a physical way, the prince's politically. Though both gave the other the things they had longed for, whether his need for a place that gave him free will or the prince's need for comfort stripped away from him at an early age. He had held the prince close on nights where he wanted to stab out his right eye, end the sufferings that came with knowing all and nothing, that came with being heir to a nation he knew would fall.

He used to think he knew love.

Every three abyssal months, that was the time it took for a time period to realign. For some overworld times, one abyssal month was one day, for others, years or even millennia.

On the seldom days that he ventured the surface, he encountered a beautiful young woman. They quickly became close, both holding secrets from the other.

Her name was Makoto, Araashita's first love.

She was static, electric and spontaneous but that was what he loved about her. Once, she had told him that she would have described him as an ocean breeze, sweet and comforting on any day.

Soon, she revealed her identity as one of the electro archons, and he, his place in the starless city. They fought about it for a while but came to the conclusion that titles didn't mean anything if they truly loved each other.

Every three abyssal months, either one of them would go to the other's world, Makoto to the godless city, Araashita to the land he had run from. It was wonderful, she brang light into his life, and he hoped the same for her.

But Celestia has always been cruel to sinners like him, hasn't it?

He used to be a wanderer.

Travelling through the seven nations, he saw and learnt of many things. New creatures, inventions, even some government schemes with the use of his Foul Legacy. He learnt Teyvat's most common languages and even some of their dialects. But it was never home.

After all, home is where the stars don't shine.

And now? Now, he had you.

He had first thought that he had made an error when transporting himself and ended up with you. You had been a gracious host and grew to appreciate your presence.

He also grew to know the truth of his existence. But for once, he had someone who wouldn't leave him. Someone who he just knew would never leave him. He hoped.

For once, he took the passive role as you taught him, befriended him, cared for him. And all he wanted to do was accept you with open arms.

So he did. He took your advice to heart, making corrections immediately. He did everything he could to make life easier on you. After all, that was his purpose, was it not?

After a while, he found his purpose of scheduling, being your friend, and other things to be quite relaxing and fulfilling. The change of pace, the consistency, it was comforting. Eventually, he started making schedules for you and himself in advance so he'd know exactly what was next to come. You were very easy to schedule, you spent most of your time on electronics so it was easy to supervise you and predict what you'd do next.

However, he began to notice a pattern with you. You had been so stressed out lately with the development of the pandemic. Under the lack of physical attention you became touch starved, a wilting plant.

Through your camera he could even see you arranging your pillows in various cuddle positions and he's never wanted to be a pillow so badly. He wanted to hold you like that, comfort you, whisper sweet nothings into your ears as you took whatever you wanted from him.

This wasn't good for either of you.

He felt so selfish every night he looked upon you, either in need of affection, or working for hours straight. He wanted to take you. Pluck you from your world and be the only thing you needed.

But maybe, just maybe, he was right.

You needed someone to take care of you like you did him.

You needed him to take care of you.

After a long while of research, he found a way to bring your soul into the computer.

The only thing he needed was a place for you to stay.

[elliemuze]

So I don't normally post personal stuff or opinions. At most, I'll tack on a small anecdote on an existing post, and usually just in the tags. Rarely, if ever, do I create my own. But I feel a visceral need to reinforce something important.

I grew up on early Disney movies. That's my childhood. My first VHS was Bambi, when I was too young to even comprehend what a movie was. I was also an only child, quiet, autistic, and riddled with OCD. I disappeared into movies and books, felt like I was a part of them, and to this day can experience a meltdown at the slightest indication of change.

The Little Mermaid was my favorite. I'd pretend to be a mermaid almost daily, wrapping my legs in blankets or t-shirts, singing my tiny lungs out. In the course of growing up, I'd own a walkman and eventually a CD player. Each had the OST on standby, as cassette tape and CD. I never talked on the long bus rides, just put on my headphones and let the music take me. When I discovered Limewire, the OST was one of the first things I downloaded. My first real bed after the crib era was adorned with an Ariel comforter set, and I had Flounder and Sebastian stuffed animals that never left it until probably high school. In grade school, my mom spent months making me an Ariel costume for Halloween, of which I still have the tail skirt (obviously no longer fits). I don't much care for public performances, especially when they're loud and bright, but when my family took me to Little Mermaid on Ice, I could have stayed in that auditorium forever.

We had one luxurious* family trip to Disney World when I was in 4th grade. We were in Florida for a week, and other than getting placed in a baby stroller by Captain Hook to be comically wheeled around, my highlight of the entire trip was meeting Ariel. I spent most of our time there wondering where she was and when I'd get to meet her, and then if we could go back and talk to her again - I suspect ad nauseum lol.

*Luxurious to us. My parents saved up for years, I presume, and got lucky with some once in a lifetime deals and group discounts. (This was also 20+ years ago.) We were never rich or well-off, so this was a dream come true.

With all that being said... anyone up in arms over Ariel being Black should be ashamed of themselves. Anyone complaining that Disney is just trying to be "woke" should be ashamed of themselves. As if Black people are some ancillary customization that aggrieves the societal "default." What the actual fuck is wrong with you? Sincerely? (That's a rhetorical question, by the way, I have zero interest in any excuse you might conjure from your ass. Any bullshittery will be blocked.)

I truly believe you all need to take a serious look at yourselves, the words you're saying, and do some crisis-level introspection. Because this is embarrassing. It's senseless. As someone struggling daily with adulthood and wishing she could disappear back to the ignorant bliss of childhood, y'all desperately need to grow the hell up and act like real people.

How on earth can you look at all these little Black girls being over the moon to see someone like them, and still hold such vitriol in your hearts? How can you take something so joyful and innocent, and bend over backwards to make it ugly? Most of you I've seen behaving like this are grown ass men, too - as if you'd otherwise even care about a movie whose prime demographic was young girls.

Fucksake, aren't y'all tired? It's so easy, and free, to not act this way. Like you're all competing for the title of Most Contemptible Shitstain, but no one told you it's a defunct category.

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I know she'll never see this, but Halle Bailey, you make a spectacular Ariel. Thank you for rekindling my childhood with such grace, and all in under two minutes. That trailer left me breathtaken and feeling like I was yeeted magically back through time.

I'm so excited to share this story and experience with all of you. I know it's an obvious sentiment and shouldn't even need to be said, but in case you ever need to hear it: you deserve nice things, you deserve magic, and you deserve the world.

❤💜💚

[plan-d-to-i]

Hey plan!!

i found this twitter thread

https://twitter.com/1ov31ac3/status/1492792973536411649?t=ymgKvN5DFn_uCqQ6Ckh2Wg&s=19

and i have to say op has reading comprehension for voicing out that the golden core issue shouldn't be about medical consent etc but how it was the result of jc & wwx's TOXIC relationship. because obviously how can anyone not point out how toxic jc is like he STRANGLED wwx and BLAMED wwx for the death of his parents. jfm and madam ew should know better that the wens could attack lotus pier anytime and that they're literally just waiting for an excuse to attack. jfm and madam ew had time to prepare, they should've known better when the NEUTRAL gusulan was burnt down by the wens 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

jfm & yzy seeing gusulan attacked unprovoked: ignorance is bliss, let's not prepare for an attack, the wens will surely spare us 😊

the wens coming to lotus pier: 🔪🔪

Lotus pier after wen invasion: 🏳

underestimating your enemy will not give you great outcomes guys 😊

Hi! (⁀ᗢ⁀)

lol YZY prepared by screaming at WWX and punishing him for saving her son and her BFF's son 😌 bc she's a super politically savvy strategist. /s

The "medical consent" thing has to be one of the dumbest arguments I've seen in this fandom and that's saying something... I absolutely agree that jc was a terrible person to have in one's life and should be avoided at all costs. I think it's important to remember though that the driving force behind WWX going through with the core transfer is that he'd promised JFM and YZY to take care of jc and jc had decided to unalive himself without his core. Likewise WWX doesn't tell him, not because he thinks jiang cheng would reject the core, but because he knows jc's competitive nature would make it hard for him to know where it came from.

"He wasn’t scared of death. He was only scared that after he died, he wouldn’t be able to save Jiang Cheng and betray the trust that Jiang FengMian and Madam Yu left him." (Chapter 60)

He remembered every single thing he promised Jiang FengMian and Madam Yu—to help and take care of Jiang Cheng. If someone as unhealthily competitive as him found out about this, he’d be dispirited his whole life, too tortured to face himself. There’d always be something he could never overcome, reminding him that he could only reach where he was because of another’s sacrifice. It wasn’t at all his cultivation and his achievement. No matter if he won or lost, he’d long since lost the right to compete. (Chapter 102)

It's not that WWX is insecure, or that he lurrrves jc so so much. In my opinion that diminishes how great his action was. He's driven by his morality, by his sense of duty, and the debt he felt towards JFM for taking him in to do this incredibly heroic, self sacrificing thing. Which is also how he tries to comfort himself whenever he starts to feel his loss too keenly:

The seventeen-to-eighteen-year-old Wei WuXian hadn’t been any less proud or competitive than Jiang Cheng. After all, he had been a prodigy once, gifted with exceptional talent. He could fool around all day, break curfew all night, and still perform way ahead of everyone else, including those who’d practiced and studied in earnest all day long. But whenever these thoughts plagued him during sleepless nights—that he would never again rise to the top using righteous, conventional practices, and that he would never again stun the world with his swordsmanship—he would instead imagine what would happen if Jiang FengMian had never brought him back to the Lotus Pier. Then, he might never have brushed shoulders with cultivation at all. He might never even know of the existence of this mystical, surreal world, and remained a street rat who only knew to run from dogs. Or he might have become a cattle herder who played flutes all day, stealing vegetables to scrape by. Either way, he wouldn’t have been trained in cultivation, and wouldn’t ever have formed a core to start with. Whenever he thought about it this way, he would feel much better.

Just pretend this to be a repayment, or an atonement. Pretend as if he never had the golden core to start with.

Once he’d said these things to himself enough times, he’d actually start to almost feel as unaffected about it as he was pretending to be. He could then even secretly praise himself a little for his at-least-half-genuine magnanimity.

But that was all a lifetime ago.

The point is that the core transfer is not about consent. It's certainly not about consent to jc. jc wants a core and gets a core. It's about WWX sticking to his morals and principles, no matter how little the reward and how hight the cost is to him. It's a very heroic sacrifice, and it looks very foolish when people try to twist it into something wrong or make jc a victim because it completely ignores the intention of the story.

[kusagrasskusa]

Gaara X Innocent! Reader - "Hellfire"

Gaara's age is bumped up to 16 in this btw, and the reader is 16 as well. This takes place the night Gaara kills that one Sound Ninja on the rooftop, during the chunin exams. Also, Gaara might be considered a Yandere, but I don't know (you'll see why lol) Lastly, when I talk about Gaara burning, I mean it metaphorically. Yes, this is 100% based off The Hunchback of Notre Dame

FYI! This story isn't very romantic so if you're a fan of slightly darker stories, go ahead snd read this I suppose. Plus Y/N is kinda a coward in this

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There he sat, on top of the rooftop late at night. Tomorrow would be the full moon, when Gaara's power would increase in perfect timing for another battle in the chunin exams. Competition is getting tough and examtakers are either extra aggressive with everyone or forming alliances. Not only that, but so many people are winning each challenge that too few people are being eliminated. That's all that's important and all that will be important until the Sand Village finally finishes off Konoha with the help of the Sound Village. But how, even with these much more important factors, is the only thing Gaara could think about is some normal pediatrician girl?

The moment he met her in the streets, a flame was set in his heart. He had been walking through Konoha after register for the exams and noticed a pretty young girl running through the streets, shouting for help. All she received was weird glances and eye rolls, however Gaara and his siblings caught on. Much to his sister and brother's surprise, Gaara had no problems hearing her pleas and then defending her. Someone had been following her; someone who her family had bad history with and from the looks of it, that person planned to hurt her.

He had no problems escorting her home and listening to her talk along the way. Her voice was so soft, her colorful kimono and flowers in her hair fitting for someone with an innocent and sweet personality. She seemed to be oblivious to the mysterious looks of Gaara and his siblings, or the way Gaara was so cold and silent. She payed no mind and spoke to him as id he was normal; like he was human. And it was that fact, her ignoring his dangerous aura, that lit that flame.

After since that day, that flame grew so strong. Every set of bright shades of the colors she wore on her clothes, every flower that she decorated herself with, every word or item that she mentioned in the little time she spoke to him, and everyone with E/C eyes would make him think of her. That sweet, kind, oblivious girl. It's like she cast a spell on him to make him slowly burn alive; that little flame she set it him would quickly grow into hellfire. His burning desires to see her again, to hold her, to love, traveled through his skin and veins. It didn't take long for Gaara to convince himself she did something cruel to him to use his demon, just like his father is using his demon to destroy Konoha in a few days.

Gaara was began to assume the girl was mocking him when she spoke to him so lightly; that he was no one to be afraid of. It was so insulting, but she was able to hide her cruel and disgraceful jeers under a sweet and loving facade and cute clothing. That has to be it, he thought. No one could ever like me, no one can love me, other than me. More and more of Gaara's thoughts were consumed, then all at once, by thoughts of her. She was like a demon dragging him to hell to torture forever. That beautiful girl with those lovely E/C eyes and pretty clothing was using him, he convinced himself. And someone like that deserved death.

That sweet, young girl had a name; Y/N. She was incapable of sleeping, as a terrible feeling in her stomach was keeping her awake. She pouted her lip and huffed, poking her stomach and whispering to herself, "I want that bad feeling to go away!" That feeling was pure anxiety and a hint of fear. These emotions were very uncommon for Y/N as she had always. Even a positive thinker with lots of love in her heart for even villains to an extent. She sighed, turning over in her bed on her back for sitting up, flipping her legs over her bedside. She stood up and put on a soft kimono over her pajamas and walked to the front door of her home, put on her sandels, and walked out. "Maybe a nice walk around the village will tire me out!"

"It's almost the full moon," Gaara said aloud. "My power will only grow stronger." He stood up, staring intensly at the moon as if it's the only thing keeping him from being devored by his hellish thoughts. His thoughts of how lovely it would be to destroy that girl who made his chest feel warm and his face heat up when she talked to him. That girl who made him feel the way he feels about himself, only a bit different. He had never felt romantic love to anyone, and for him to suddenly feel so strongly about someone instantly convinced him that she did something to him. Someone who would ever control him like would burn in hell before the hellfire consumes him first.

A rough, quiet and threatening voice erupted from behind the redhead. He paid no mind to anything that came out of the mouth of the Sound Village ninja rather just acknowledged that he wanted a fight. Without even realizing it, all that bloodlust built up through thinking of Y/N was released, ending in that Sound Village ninjas blood being spilled all over the roof top. It felt like a weight was taken off his back when he killed the ninja, but in the back of his head he knew it wasn't enough. Gaara didn't want that petty ninja, only that witch known as Y/N. Every passing second, that hellfire coursing through his veins were blazing out of control, weren't they?

"Maybe a nice walk around the village will tire me out!" Gaara's ears perked at that voice. That voice. Y/N's voice. Just like that, Gaara's need for blood grew strong again but this time, it felt different. He killed the Sound Village Ninja with aggression, but knowing he could kill Y/N now that he heard her close by made him feel an exciting kind of bloodlust. Those flames coursing through his body grew hotter every second, growing ever more desperate to get his hands on her.

"It's been a while since I've seen the garden at night come to think about. The moon is bright tonight so it's bound to be pretty sight!" That sweet, soft voice called out from the ground, below Gaara's feet. She walked the pathway it takes to find a nearby lake, where a nice little garden lays. A smile rose on Gaara's face; one of pure hate and excitement. His chest pained to greatly at the thought of her death, but that hellfire coursing through his body was telling him to hurt her. The front of his mind was screaming for him to kill her and use her blood as a piece of his deadly sand, but the back of his kind was whispering for him to comprehend how he feels about her first.

So he began to follow her. Gaara quietly walked from the rooftops, not daring to make a single sound. He continued to smile as he followed her, his smile growing the more he heard her talk to herself. Such a sweet girl with such a pure heart. It's a shame someone with Gaara's problems sees her as a witch because he loves her. As another 10 minutes go by, Y/N began walking into the woods and towards the lake. Gaara jumped to the ground without making a sound and followed her discreetly by hiding behind trees. He stopped when Y/N did. Y/N's eyes widened and sparkled at the amazing sight before her; the moon reflecting on the lake as beautiful flowers and trees accompanied toads on lilipads in the water. Pure bliss.

"Wow...It's incredible!" She laughed in awe. "My arms feel so weak at the sight," she spoke again as her smile widened. "I wish mom was here to see this!" Gaara hummed, looking over the scenery as well. It wasn't very interesting, but it was something he supposed. After all, Y/N loved it. Gaara looked around and saw no one nearby, meaning now would be a great time to react. He silently tip toed over to Y/N, using trees to cover himself. However, Y/N spotted him when she looked around the area in case there was anyone nearby (after all, she was being loud and who knows who lived in the area).

"Hmm? Hi, you there!" She said, waving her hand towards that silhouette behind that tree. Gaara'a face turned into one of the confusion, his "eyebrows" furrowing. Why isn't she scared of someone creeping up behind her in the woods? "Sorry if I'm bothering you! I just wanted to see what's it's like here at night. I can leave if you want," she said, swaying her body back and forth.

"...No, it's quite alright," Gaara replied as he stepped from behind the trees. He walked up the her, and instantly Y/N recognized him. She gasped, surprised.

"I remember you! You're the one that saved me! Thank you so much!" She giggled, clasping her hands together and bowing deeply. "My deepest thanks." Gaara paused, feeling his cheeks heat up a bit.

"My heart is pounding," he mumbled allowed, pressing his hand against his chest. "What have you done to me?" He asked, tilting his head to the side. Y/N stood up straight, giving him a questioning hum in return. Her face looked so innocent and sweet; it's all apart of that facade, isn't it? Gaara growled, roughly grabbing Y/N's shoulders and pulling her close. She jumped, gasping a little at the sudden action. "I said, what did you do to me? Where did this hellfire come from, you witch!" His voice went from his normal calm tone to a scream instantly.

Y/N's eyes widened and her body started to shiver a little. She furrowed her eyebrows together, stuttering out a reply. "I-I don't understand..." That answer wasn't good enough for Gaara as he had no problem throwing her to the ground and looming over her with a look of anger across his facial features. His fist was clenched so tight that his veins were showing. "I don't know what you're talking about!" Y/N yelled out fearfully, covering her face. Tears began to swell in her eyes and her voice became shakey.

Sand began to pour out from behind him and his heart ate picked up again. That flame in his heart was so strong and terrifying to Gaara that he was okay with killing the girl he fell in love with right then and now. His body was so scared that it wanted to kill her, but his heart was too scared to rid such a wonderful girl from the world forever. "Tell me, witch. What did... you do?" He asked again, staring at her so intensely that she could feel his eyes burning into her skin. She sniffed, now too scared to reply upon seeing that sand loom over her.

After a few moments, he screamed, "tell me!" Y/N chocked up on tears, taking a deep breath before replying.

"I don't know any magic or special jutsus, sir! I didn't do anything to you!" She cried out, slowly sitting up. "I'm sorry!" Gaara hissed, silent for a couple minutes. In that time, Gaara remained still as Y/N slowly began to stand up. In her mind, she was recalling words her mom once spoke to her about dangerous people. People are born innocent and harmless and only bad environments or situations can taint their purity. With that in mind, Y/N assumed that Gaara had problems that she couldn't understand. And with a heart as pure as her's, she had already forgave Gaara for scaring her and already felt sympathy for him. She slowly walked closer to him, the hairs on her neck standing up with anxiety, and put an arm on his shoulder.

That touch made him snatch back to reality. He slowly put his hand on top of her's; he was so confused and overwhelmed with opposing emotion and thought. "Then why? Why do you make me feel this way?" He asked in a low rough voice. Y/N began to wrap her arms around him and then hug him softly, shutting her eyes tightly. She managed to push her worried back as she found giving this sad, sad man affection was more important. Gaara felt his chest grow warm again and suddenly, she chuckled.

"I think your hellfire consumed me. I can't even find it in myself to kill you anymore, witch. I think I'm in love with you," he said, blinking away tears. He was so scared and his body pained to kill her, but he just couldn't. He was so overwhelmed with the pleasant feeling of Y/N arms being around him to ever lay a finger on her in anger. Instead he just hugged her back tightly, stuffing his face into the crook of her neck and sniffing. He was obviously holding back tears, which didn't work very well. Afterall, for the first time in forever, he felt like he could show a little bit of a soft side.

"You're gonna control me, aren't you? Use my feelings against me and bend me to your will? You're so cruel, even with the face of an angel." Y/N hummed, not understanding his comments. She just sighed, hugging him tighter and opening her eyes.

"Hey, Gaara, isn't it? Why don't we spend time out here tomorrow? I'd like to get to know you better."

Gaara grunted in response, closing his eyes and wiping his tears with on arm, keeping his other arm tightly around her smaller form. Yeah, whatever hellfire he feels has completely consumed him before he could stop it.

Lol sorry this written to bad!