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bumbleklee · 3 years ago

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how genshin characters would react to you have suicidal thoughts or self-harm thoughts

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★ request for @ranbalsa <3 sorry this is so delayed, pls forgive me

★ content warning: this could be extremely triggering for some! there will be mentions of suicidal and self-harm thoughts as well as mentions of self-harm scars (national suicide prevention hotline: 800-273-8255)

★ characters included: beidou, fischl, lisa, jean, ningguang, kaeya, venti, albedo, zhongli, childe and diluc - these can be interpreted as platonic or romantic

beidou

if i had to choose one word to describe beidou, it would be caring

between the way people talk so highly about her in their voice lines to the little kids that like to play pirates and are always talking about how she gives them candy, it’s clear beidou is a very kindhearted person

so if you were having bad thoughts about hurting yourself, beidou would stop what she was doing and get you on her ship in no time

she figured that being out in the middle of the sea gave you no chance to actually hurt yourself + the waves and serenity were sure to calm you

she would spend the entire trip by your side, whispering how important you were to her and everyone back home and how foolish it would be if you took your own life

she would also get down to the root of the issue and try to give you as much advice as possible

beidou would finally sail back home once she decided you were stable again

fischl

i think fischl probably deals with some of these issues herself since her whole personality is based off a story book

but speaking of that, if you go to fischl in a state of panic i think she would sit you down on her bedroom floor and read you a book

her calming voice mixed with the distraction of a fairytale would help your breathing even out and you would ultimately forget about those thoughts you were having

if the story didnt help, then she would just talk to you about anything and everything

she might even invite bennett and razor over and four of you could make a little powow in her living room to make you feel better about yourself

lisa

even hearing you mention hurting yourself would send lisa into a “motherly mode”

she may not seem like it, but she cared deeply for everyone in mondstadt and never wanted anyone to hurt like that - especially you

like fischl, lisa would probably try distracting you with a book

she would take you into the library and pick out some novels or stories that would take your mind off your previous thoughts

she would sit with you and when you were ready, talk to you about why you were feeling the way you were and what she could do to help

she’s a smart women and if there’s one thing she understands more than anything, its you

jean

she panics

not on purpose, of course. but if jean walks in you harming yourself or hears you say something worrying, she would panic

she was never good in situations like this, afraid she would say the wrong thing and upset you more

but at the end of the day, jean was jean and she always smacked some sense into herself to properly help you through this bump in the road

jean would get down to the root of your issue and work her way out from there

to help you feel better, jean would order a pizza and let you indulge in it with her and after that, she would listen to you vent about what was making you upset

jean is also good at passing off tasks she knew she wouldn’t be able to handle which means if jean thought she seriously couldn’t help you, she would get someone who could

your wellbeing is more important than her pride

ningguang

she wouldn’t understand at first

it would be a lie to say ningguang didn’t live in a fantasy bubble sometimes

she cared about you, yes, but never experienced your pain before and had trouble grasping it right away

but once she did, she was very attentive

if you wanted medical help, ningguang would hire the best doctors in teyvat to help you through this

if you didn’t, then ningguang would do her very best to console you

she would try to distract you with lavish gifts and expensive dinners and while it was nice being spoiled by her, it didn’t make your problems go away

the last thing ningguang wanted was for you to hurt yourself so like jean, if she needed to bring in a professional to help, she would

kaeya

he would find out about your bad habit by walking in on you self harming

he was freaking out on the inside but stayed calm on the outside, coaxing you away from the blade and helping you clean up your wounds

you would be a nervous wreck for a while and kaeya would hold you in his arms

like jean, he would try and get to the root of the issue and find out why you were feelings these things

he loved you more than anything and he wouldn’t know what he would do if you succeeded in taking your own life one day

on that day onwards, kaeya was determined to make you happy again

he puts your needs before his and does everything in his power to make sure you’re always okay

and if you relapse, kaeya never gets mad. he understands this is a hard cycle to break but he’s determined to help you through it

venti

he might be more upset than you

venti treated you like the archon in the relationship and when you revealed to him you were having suicidal thoughts, his world came crashing down

he blamed himself for a while and drank a lot more at diluc’s tavern but after a stern warning from diluc, venti realized this was doing nothing for either of you

he spent his days with you, walking you around mondstadt and showing you beautiful flowers and cool bugs

his goal was to show you the beauty of the world and convince you that taking your own life would prevent you from experiencing more

if you self harmed, venti would kiss your scars and make you bracelets made out of cecilia flowers to cover the marks

albedo

he would accidentally be insensitive, at least at first. your relationship was new to him and he was still trying to figure out all of his emotions so when you made a comment about suicide, he took it densely

he didn’t understand why someone would want to kill themselves and told you that exactly

it was only after sucrose snapped at him and explained how you were feeling that albedo screwed his head on right

after apologizing, he would try his best to help you

he would create new potions that might help with your depression or other mental disorders and document your moods and feelings to help him understand what you were going through

it was difficult and sucrose added in a lot of support as well

zhongli

he noticed your self harm scars the minute you two got close but being the respectful man he is, he never pointed them out

he let you come to him and explain them yourself

if you pick up self harming later in your relationship, zhongli is quick to notice and take action

as aggravating as it was, zhongli hid all sharp objects in your apartment and took charge if you needed any of them for something

he made you promise to go to him if you were having thoughts of hurting yourself again

zhongli would make you tea infused with herbs to help worries and bring you relaxation and (in small amounts) happiness

he would take walks with you around liyue if you were having urges and let you cry into his chest in frustration

this was childe’s idea but if you needed to do something badly, zhongli would take you into an abandoned part of liyue and create fragile, thin rocks for you to smash onto the ground and satisfy that need

childe

having five siblings, he knew how to handle suicidal thoughts

his older sister went through a similar phase like you were now and childe would help you based on how he helped her

childe liked to wrap you in blankets so tightly you couldn’t move, the pressure calming you down and usually causing you to fall asleep

he gives you so, so, so many compliments during this time. he’s so proud of you and so in love with your strength

he wants you to stay with him forever so he’s determined to get these thoughts out of your head

if you attempt, childe will not leave your side

he’ll stay with you throughout your infirmary visit and even when you’re discharged back home

he’s scared of loosing you

like ningguang, he’ll shower you in gifts to make you feel special

diluc

like jean, he panics

he thinks it’s his fault somehow and you have to heartbreakingly explain that its not, that your brain is just wired differently

diluc tries to keep you by his side at all times for a while

he takes you to work with him so you can sit at the bar or he’ll have you walk around with him through the grape vines in the evening

you wake up more often than not to his strong arms around you and as annoying at it is, it’s comforting to know someone loves you this much

he’s afraid of loosing you like he lost his father

diluc was good at shutting down rumors as well. if you had scars, people would talk and diluc would give them one nasty glare and they would shut up

at the end of the day, he just wanted you to be okay

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maponka · 4 years ago

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From Anon: ”.I think Jimin and Jungkook are very close E.g. the way Jimin is able to calm down Jungkook when he is nervous is a good example. Haven’t seen anybody else doing that. Don’t you think that vmin and jinkook are brotherly too? What are they then if not brotherly? That confused me a little bit”....

During the Carpool karaoke, BTS was asked who was closest to each other in the band and they all replied unanimously that it was Kim Taehyung and Park Jimin. They even have a song called "Friends" about it. Taehyung and Jimin are the same age, they are CHINGU, which seems to be an important topic in Korea and is the basis for a long-term friendship. Jimin said Taehyung knows everything about him! I think that it’s Vmin who are closest to each other and keep each other secrets secret .. Vmin are soulmates!

The second such close relationship within BTS is Jinkook / Jungkook and Jin.

Ji/ko/ok, on the other hand, is a cute and fun relationship, but it's purely a brotherly relationship ("Jungkook and I had played a lot together" / Jimin's words) and also professional as a dancing and singing duo, and cannot be compared to other relationships in BTS.

Don't pretend you haven't heard their song "Friends" from Map of the Soul : 7! It is possible that not many fans have read the translated lyrics of this song and terefore think that under the lively melody there is only a story about school friends. No! This song is like a confession; "Stay with me, stay with me forever even if the cheers die down, you are my soulmate”.

In my opinion, Vmin has a lot more to offer than we see as fans. Vmin keep their relationship closed/private. We don't know much about their relationship other than that they argued over dumplings and argued in the park at 4am and Jimin got drunk and had to ask Suga for help. From this event a beautiful nostalgic song 4 oclok was born.

Taehyung was inspired by this park event and wrote another song, Scenery. Probably the subtext of this park event also has another song written byTaehyung. Its title is Sweet Night. It's the most famous (and most beautiful and romantic) song in the world about the fragile truth of falling in love with your best friend.

Don’t let people try and convince you that there are closer relationships within BTS than the one between Taehyung and Jimin. Even the members themselves have highlighted them as closest several times over the years. Furthermore they are also “chingu”, same age friends, which Yoongi commented on during BV2 after Taehyung read his letter to Jimin that he sometimes wonders how nice it would be to also have a chingu within the band, a sentiment with which Jin and Jk also agreed.

This friendship is the secret that Namjoon shared on one of his streams.

We also know that Vmin went to school and university together.

A few months ago, the Korean News reported that Kim Taehyung and Park Jimin had just finished their bachelor's degrees and, once again, graduated TOGETHER! They’ve also moved on to doing their masters degree togther as well.

Jimin’s and Taehyung’s bond is so significant that even in the animated MV for “We Are Bulletproof: The Eternal” they were shown in a closeup together with Taehyung resting his head on Jimin’s shoulder.

People who have worked with BTS often share their experience with the team and mention how surprised they were with the proximity of Taehyung and Jimin.

Everyone can interpret what they see in their own way.

I see Ji/ko/ok as a strong brotherly bond and I won't see any difference in how Jk treats Jimin compared to other BTS members. I would even say that Jungkook has a big weakness for Jin and Namjoon (whom he himself said he has/had a (boy) crush on) that I don't see him having for Jimin or any other member.

For me, Vmin and their songs, confessions, stories told during Vlive and how they treat each other gently and secretly, is what I call love. Being piled on top of each other in front of the cameras doesn't appeal to me, because it's like watching a play at a theater and a show that follows typical idol behaviors and pattern, nothing special here at all.

However, I in no way deny that Jimin and JK are close with each other, but not as close as Jin and JK and like Taehyung and Jimin.

But please don't tell me about the sexual tensions, because this is typical queerbait-esque idol skinship behavior and is even expected of idols. I've been following BTS for 7 years and I'm sure Vmin is the closest real relationship at BTS.

They never said they were brothers. These words, in my opinion, completely disqualify the possibility of a romantic relationship between people who see themselves as siblings, like Jimin said he sees JK. You can hide your gay love under the "best friends coat", but never under the BROTHER blanket. If it were found that Jimin was having sex with Jungkook, whom he referred to as his younger brother, and even compared to his real brother, I think Jimin could pack his bags and say goodbye to his career. Jimin is very intelligent and knows what he says and does.

And remember, Jimin said he wanted to be with his lovely Taehyungie for the rest of his life ... if he were involved with Jungkook he would never say that ... nor would he go to sleep with Tae, nor would he sing songs that he's written about them, wouldn't collect balloons and say that they are his love for Taehyung, and Taehyung would not write on weverse that 95z is love if jimin was with jk ...... it is so clear! !!!! Vmin would also not say that they like each other most if one of them ere romantically involved with another person. That's not how normal people do it!

#vmin #jimin #taehyung

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veliseraptor · 4 years ago

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am I too late or can I [coffee emoji] post-canon Yunmeng sibs

okay okay okay okay okay.

I mean, first of all I’m not okay, I’m never going to be okay about the Yunmeng siblings and everything that happens to them, I’m just going to be, like, upset about that forever. their everything is just so upsetting and it fucks me up every time I think about it. come for the gay! lose your mind over the messy sibling relationships.

but if we’re talking specifically post canon that does mean talking specifically about Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian (though I feel like Jiang Yanli’s ghost is still very much there, she’s always going to be there).

I feel like I have gone transparently on record about my biggest two feelings here which are 1. Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian still love each other very much and 2. I think they should rebuild their relationship from the crumbled pieces it’s in at the point canon ends, I think they’d both (yes, both!) be happier for it.

I mean. do these faces look like the faces of two people who do not want to have anything to do with each other ever again? I think not.

I am a big believer and fan of people taking broken relationships and putting in the hard work and effort to fix them, because they feel it’s worth doing so.

but at the same time, lord!!! what a place they’re in post-canon. Jiang Cheng is like “well I guess Wei Wuxian is done with me now because it was all obligation and now we’re calling it even, guess he never actually cared about me” and Wei Wuxian is all “well I have released Jiang Cheng from feeling indebted to me so he can be free and not feel like he owes me anymore” and then they. stare longingly in each others’ direction across a courtyard, see above.

and I will read five hundred or more different variations of how they go from there to finding their fumbling awkward way back to each other. and I do think that Jiang Cheng needs to first (a) do some serious thinking and processing work himself, because boy does he have a lot going on in there and (b) probably make some of the first moves, even if he does so in spectacularly Jiang Cheng fashion (it’s probably better if it is in Jiang Cheng fashion; otherwise it’s just weird).

but I don’t think it’s unilateral. the difficulty is this...game of chicken, almost, where neither of them wants to be the first to extend a hand, because neither of them wants to be rejected! which is understandable! Jiang Cheng has spent a huge proportion of his life feeling unwanted, and Wei Wuxian doesn’t want to put himself where he’s not wanted, and between those two things...yeah. you end up with this

YOU! GUYS!!!!

but...yeah. it’s work! for sure it’s work. it’s not easy and it’s not fast, and yet in some ways it’s easy and it is fast, because once that dam fuckin breaks then like. I think they want to fall back into each others’ lives. it’s just letting themselves - and each other - do that, that’s the problem.

and that normalcy would be fragile and nervous and cautious for a while, but I think, in some ways, easier than either of them expects.

also I just wanna quote myself here from this ask about how I think about things between them going, and what’s most important in them coming back together in some ways:

for two people whose dysfunction has so often been wrapped up in grand gestures, I think there’s something to be said for little things, small familiar rituals that are grounding and comforting. it’s like - okay, it’s great when a friend gives you a huge extravagant present! but there’s also something special about a friend just sending you a message with a photo of something saying ‘made me think of you.’ it’s different, and I think in some ways it can be easier to take.

and those gestures are easier to make, too. they feel less dangerous, which makes them easier to do.

anyway SCREAMS and like, there’s a lot to work through! a lot of my reconciliation fic is very “this is a beginning! this is not finished!” because (a) relationships are never ‘finished’ and (b) mending a fucked up relationship isn’t easy.

but like. sometimes that work is worth doing. when you love someone, I think that work is worth doing. and for all the messiness in Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian’s relationship, all the blood and tears and lies and betrayal and death, I think they love each other.

also I want them to hug and really isn’t that what’s most important here. I have a hug agenda.

good god I have no idea if this is coherent, I feel like the tl;dr here mostly amounts to “yunmeng shuangjie reconciliation related screaming” and I’m okay with that.

#opinions meme #jiang cheng #wei wuxian #the sad queer cultivators show #do i give this the dignity of calling it 'meta'#lise does meta #anonymous #conversating #long post for ts

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pines-troz · 4 years ago

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Weekend With The Warners Chapter One - Animaniacs & Pinky and The Brain

Summary: When the CEO tasks Pinky and the Brain with the important task of watching over the Warners for the weekend, Brain is prepared for any antics that the children have in store. What he didn’t take into account was forming a familial bond with the kids.

Word Count: 1,868

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27849962

This is a found family story with a good combination of fluff, humor, and mild angst. Contains Brinky and Non-Binary Wakko

Beginning AN: This is probably the most self-indulgent story I’ve ever written

On a dark and stormy evening, a mysterious figure entered a castle that overlooked a provincial village. Deep inside the gothic estate’s stone walls, the figure snarled as he trudged up the winding stairs, leading to the top floor. He let out a vicious cry as he opened the large wooden doors to the laboratory.

Dr. Brainenstein, the lord of the castle, stood behind his chemistry set, the glass beakers obscuring his face. Upon hearing the door open, he dropped his studies and gazed upon the visitor with an eager smile.

“Ah, Pigor, you’ve returned!” Dr. Brainenstein greeted his assistant with a confident grin. The scientist emerged from his chemistry set to reveal himself. He wore a fancy black coat, a satin purple shirt underneath a white collared shirt, and black pants.

The monstrous shadow revealed to be a lanky and chipper mouse wearing a brown hood and a muted yellow tunic. “‘Ello, Dr. Brainenstein!” Pigor replied merrily, waving to his boss. The mouse carried a large brown sack with something moving about.

Dr. Brainenstein slid down the table leg and eagerly approached his assistant. “How was the graveyard scavenging?” He inquired menacingly, whilst rubbing his hands.

Pigor strained as he carried the large sack with his findings. “Oh, brilliant!” He cheerily answered. “You know, you would be surprised what the dead leave lying around.”

“By the way, I’ve probably been in here a thousand times, but I’m always amazed at how beautiful your castle is!” Pigor complimented.

“Thank you, Pigor.” Dr. Brainenstein acknowledged. “I employed only the top masons. Those schooled in the latest techniques of wall-stone craft.”

The scientist curtly shoved his assistant off to the side. “Now, let’s see what you brought me!”

Dr. Brainenstein eagerly opened the sack, expecting a horde of body parts for his latest scientific experiment, but was surprised to see the Warner children. Yakko, Wakko, and Dot huddled together and smiled at the mouse.

“Hi!” They chorused, but Wakko belched loudly, blowing the scientist’s fur and jacket backwards like a strong gust of wind.

“Sorry.” Wakko apologized, their cheeks turning a bright shade of pink.

At that moment, Pinky and The Brain broke character and started laughing. The Warners soon joined in, and the five rode out their bout of laughter together.

“Oh, classic Wakko.” Brain sighed as he wiped a tear from his eye.

Pinky went by Brain’s side and wrapped his arm around the smaller mouse’s shoulder and turned towards the camera. “You better add this to the blooper reels! Zort!”

But the primal yell from the director brought the joyous moment to a halt. The five actors immediately huddled together as they were about to face the wrath of the man in the director’s chair.

“What is this?” The director irately shouted.

“Hey, Wellesley! Hope you don’t mind the surprise cameo!” Yakko replied with a playful smile to humor the irascible filmmaker.

“Yeah, we just wanted to give our favorite mice a surprise visit.” Dot explained as she gently patted their heads. Pinky contentedly closed his eyes and began tapping his foot a mile a minute upon receiving the girl’s affection. Brain, too, was endeared by the Warner sister’s pats and smiled at her.

“So I ate all the potatoes and we hopped into this sack!” Wakko concluded, happily stimming by flapping their hands around.

“But the script says for Pigor to carry a large sack of potatoes and have Dr. Brainenstein to open up the sack and be squished by a pile of potatoes!” Wellesley angrily explained. “Now can someone get those pesky kids out of here and get back to the scene!”

But before any of the crew members could intercede, Brain stepped forward, taking a defiant stand against the director. “Forgive me if what I’m about to say comes off as a crushing blow to your fragile ego, but I wholeheartedly disagree with your creative vision.” Brain argued. “I say we should keep the Warners in the short.”

The intelligent mouse quickly retrieved the script from his coat pocket. “And one other minor criticism I have with the script is that I find the ‘wall-stone-craft’ pun to be awfully misleading.” Brain added with a stern frown. “While Mary Wollstonecraft was an illustrious writer, she did not pen the classic gothic novel Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus. Her daughter, Mary Shelley, wrote the book that this segment is parodying.”

“Hey, the studio isn’t paying you to be a walking history book.” The director fired back. “And besides, potatoes are very funny.”

“Perhaps in Idaho, but having a cameo appearance from the Warners would be keeping in the comedic spirit of Animaniacs in regards to rapid-fire visual gags.” Brain argued. “The kids are staying in the short, and that’s final!”

Unbeknownst to The Brain, the Warners smiled as they watched their fellow co-worker stand up for them and make a compelling case for their inclusion.

Pinky then rushed over to Brain’s side and faced the director. “Can the Warners stay in the segment? Pretty please, Mr. Director?” Pinky pleaded, using his best puppy dog eyes and simpering pout.

Wellesley rubbed his forehead and gave in. “Alright, we’ll use the Warners, but the ‘wall-stone-craft’ pun stays. Now can we get back to filming please!”

Brain smugly smiled, satisfied with the compromise. He then turned to face his dearest co-star. “Well Pinky, it appears that my excellent debate skills and your irresistible cuteness have saved comedy yet again.” Brain complimented, ruffling the taller mouse’s head. Pinky relished the small and gentle display of affection from Brain.

“Aww, I thought I was the cute one!” Wakko sadly interjected. Dot merely rolled her eyes at her sibling’s protest.

“Places people!” The director yelled.

“Come on, sibs.” Yakko said as he stood up. His younger sibling followed suit and the three pulled up the potato sack and hopped their way towards the door entrance. Pinky followed the Warners and Brain immediately returned to his place behind the laboratory equipment.

- - - - -

Filming the rest of the segment went smoothly for the mice. Brain was able to ad-lib his rant after seeing the Warners in the sack, comparing their cameo to ‘layman’s detritus’. The mice were able to strike up a friendly rapport with the actress who played Drusilla in between takes. They listened to her fascinating background starting out as an extra on daytime soaps before making the move to horror movies and acting with heavy special effects make-up. Brain also managed to work in some improvisation near the final scene where he almost smooched his assistant in an earnest attempt to comfort him, knowing that the viewers would have a field day with that moment.

Once they wrapped up filming the segment, Pinky and The Brain collected their paychecks and made their way through the Warner movie lot, holding hands as they strolled through the studio together. After years of wrestling with his repressed emotions and attending many therapy sessions, Brain finally professed his love to Pinky, and Pinky happily reciprocated his romantic feelings to Brain. The two started their courtship four months before they received the news that they would be returning to Animaniacs for the reboot.

Brain ignored the curious stares from the other workers on the studio lot, instead focusing his attention on his hand, which was interlaced with Pinky’s. This was all so new to him. He was trying his best to navigate the challenging terrains of a serious romantic relationship. Thankfully, Pinky was ever so gentle and understanding with him. The taller mouse possessed strong emotional intelligence and he was able to help Brain let his guard down and help him come to terms with his own emotions. The smaller mouse was still slowly getting used to public displays of affection from Pinky.

Pinky recognized Brain’s nervousness and started to make small-talk to keep his mind occupied. “Oh, that ‘Bride of Pinky’ segment was so much fun, Brain!” The buck-toothed mouse proclaimed.

“Indeed it was” Brain politely replied with a small smile.

“And your improv was on point!” Pinky praised. “Dr. Brainenstein trying to kiss Pigor after the loss of his monster wife was brilliant!”

“Well, your performance was believable as always, Pinky.” Brain kindly complimented.

“Yeah, I’m glad those last couple segments were more on the fun and heartwarming side.” Pinky added.

Brain nodded his head. He was still bitter at the writers who penned that dreaded ‘Mousechurian Candidate’ script for a number of reasons. The material had angered him, but deeply disturbed Pinky to the point that he had been hiding himself in his trailer after each scene. Brain and Julia did their best to reassure their poor co-worker that they were only acting. But once they had received the scripts for ‘The Babysitter’s Flub’ and ‘Bride of Pinky’, Brain was relieved that the following segments focused on the comedic and affectionate relationship the two leads shared. This renewed Brain’s hope that the reboot would manage to retain the magic of the original series.

Meanwhile, the Warners bounced around the movie lot, looking for a way to let out their energy. Yakko spotted Pinky and The Brain walking together. He stopped Wakko and Dot and gestured over to their co-stars. The three made one long leap towards the mice.

“Hey, fellas!” Yakko greeted. “Listen, we just wanna thank you two for vouching for us earlier.”

“We really appreciate you two standing up for us.” Wakko added.

“Oh, your welcome.” Brain said. “It’s awfully rare that we cross paths in the show, but Pinky and I welcome your enthusiastic presence.”

“Personally, I’ve always been an admirer of your sophisticated wit and earnest comedic chemistry.” Dot complimented.

Pinky looked bashfully at Dot. “Zort! Oh you’re far too kind!”

“Oh, I have something important to tell you two.” Wakko announced. “So I told my siblings this a while back, and I want you to know that I’m Non-Binary!” The middle child turned their hat around to reveal the pin of the Non-Binary flag on the front of their cap. “Egad, you have zero binaries? Why that’s incredible!” Pinky exclaimed as he eagerly shook Wakko’s hand.

“That’s wonderful, Wakko.” Brain congratulated. “And could you kindly inform us of your pronouns?”

“I currently use he/they pronouns.” Wakko answered.

“Well, Pinky and I are very happy for you.” Brain kindly told the middle child.

“Aw, thanks!” Wakko said with a sincere smile. Yakko playfully ruffled his sibling’s head, causing Wakko to give their older brother a soft shove.

“Well, as much as I would love to converse with you further, Pinky and I need to go to the bank to deposit our checks, and return to the lab to discuss our plans for world domination.” Brain explained, tugging his taller partner along. “See you soon, children!”

“Bye-bye kiddies!” Pinky addressed the kids with a friendly wave.

“Bye!” The Warners chorused before bouncing about on their merry way back to the water tower.

Unbeknownst to the mice and the Warners, they were being watched by Warner Brothers CEO, Nora Rita Norita, from the top floor of the WB office building. The businesswoman looked through the blinds and noticed the great rapport between the five actors.

She flashed a menacing smile before releasing her grip from the blinds.

Additional AN: So this chapter is mostly set up, establishing the friendly rapport between the Warners and the mice.

Like my previous story, Those We Hold Dear, Pinky and the Brain work as actors and that most of the segments were filmed on the Warner movie lot (the period piece ones like How to Brain Your Dragon, Pinko and the Brain, Bride of Pinky, 1001 Narfs, and I added Mousechurian Candidate because of how poorly executed it was and the writers really did those characters dirty. And I was inspired by a post by @themurphyzone about episode 8 while referencing that episode in the story. While other segments like Ex-Mousina and Roadent Trip will be referenced later on in the story, occurred in-universe.

And I chose to start the story with the characters filming Bride of Pinky because I loved that little cameo from the Warners and thought it would be fun to play around with the idea of what went on behind the scenes. Also, I decided to expand on that director who kept yelling when something went wrong while filming, and decided to name him Wellesley after the one of the producers of the reboot, Wellesley Wild.

I also made the self-indulgent inclusion that Brain finally attended therapy because I love that grumpy little mouse and I wanted to at least have some of his emotional issues straightened out.

As of now, this multi-chapter story is mostly complete, and I just need to add in some details in certain scenes, so I will do my best to post new chapters frequently.

Thanks for reading!

#animaniacs #pinky and the brain #brain #pinky #yakko warner #wakko warner #dot warner #brinky #a!spoilers

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hunflowers · 5 years ago

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Femme Fatale

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A/N: I hope you enjoy my rendition of mafia!Harry bc I lowkey do not. Enjoy the smut and maybe leave some feedback when you’re done! *nose boops*

part 2 :)

The rivalry went back decades.

Growing up, they had no choice but to hate each other. It was practically in their blood because that’s how their ancestors were towards one another.

Besides, they tried the whole friendship thing when they were children, and it didn’t even work out then. Simply at first because their families forbade it. But they soon realized how annoying the other was as the years went on. And how badly they wish they could just strangle one another because that would be easier than ever becoming friendly.

It all started with their great-grandfathers, as most old rivalry stories do. They once worked in unison, in harmony as coworkers, cofounders, and friends. Once poor, they rose to the top as a team. But, when money started to become more prevalent, so did the truth of their relationship. They both wanted seniority, to run the business as a King rather than as a team. So, when heads were clashing and neither of them could bring themselves to kill the other, they did the only thing left, and split the business.

And from that point on, peace no longer existed.

Not only did the two men hate each other, but all of their workers started to hate the opposing side. No one thought there could be two leading imports in the city, because the city just wasn’t big enough for both egos. But even though chaos ensued ever since the split, people could say peace was also created. Because everyone was afraid to start a war they couldn’t finish. So, even though there were the casual breakouts and fights, nothing too major ever happened to the point where the city would practically cave in.

Except for now that is. Because Harry and Y/N hated each other that much. Everyone was afraid the other would snap soon and that could only lead to destruction.

Of course, the pair like to think they have it under control, but in reality, one wrong word spoken and the other is as good as dead.

People wondered who the Hell left them in charge because they were some of the most hot headed people to have ever walked this planet. But, in reality they really weren’t left a choice but to run the companies.

Harry’s father was never too into the whole business. Yeah, he got the job done but it wasn’t his first choice career wise. And seeing as he was an only child, he was left no choice but to stay in charge until Harry was ready. And the second he saw that Harry was mature enough for this responsibility, he immediately passed the throne down to him, thankful to have that weight off his shoulders.

As for Y/N, her father wanted her to have nothing to do with the business because it wasn’t a woman’s responsibility. He was thinking of handing the leadership down to his nephew, because he had always looked up to Y/N’s dad and had dreamed of being in charge one day. Of course, she found the whole ordeal ridiculous because the job was meant for her, and no one else.

Y/N was the eldest of her siblings, neither of them being boys. So, when the time would come the company had no choice but to fall in her hands. And even though the time came a lot quicker than she anticipated, she was beyond ready to take on the responsibility. Just a few days past her twenty-first birthday, Y/N’s father had died of a heart attack that was completely unwarranted. He took excellent care of his health, so to say it was a surprise was an understatement. But, even though the company sprung up on her, she prepared most of her life to be in charge and she wasn’t going to let her father down.

Despite Harry’s many attempts to prove her wrong and that she’d be a failure at running things, she would actually prove him wrong time and time again because products exported smoothly and income imported even smoother. And what she makes in a week is generally what he makes every month.

So, she’s doing pretty good she thinks.

But they did try to be friends once. When they were eleven, they shared a few of the same friends so their paths always crossed. So they decided they wouldn't be hostile towards one another because that was the rest of their family, not them. Fast forward to the age of twelve, and Harry and Y/N nearly get in a fist fight due to Harry hurting Y/N’s best friend, and Y/N doing the same to his.

Clearly, history would repeat itself and thus the two joined their families in hating the other.

That led them to where they are now, thirteen years later, and still a lot of hatred in the air.

Albeit, there was the rare occurrence of sexual tension in the air too but they choose not to dwell on that.

It was a one night thing. They were both completely plastered, and they hardly even remember it happening. Of course they tell different stories of that night, and it actually drew them farther apart, but again, they choose to not think about it at all.

It was only a one time thing.

But today. . . today really solidified their ongoing rivalry. Y/N was awoken this morning by the loud shrill of her ringtone blasting in her dark bedroom. She was tempted to not answer it because everyone knew not to call her so early in the morning, but then again, everyone knew not to call her so early in the morning so it must only be an emergency.

And it was the news on the other line that broke her heart and had Y/N flying out of her bed faster than light travelled. Earlier that morning, her youngest sister, Serena, was found in the bathroom of the local club, knocked unconscious whilst her clothes were nearly ripped to shreds. She had been drugged, raped, and stripped of her dignity and Y/N felt responsible. This ache in her chest was prominent because she felt it was her fault for some reason.

After their father’s passing, Serena had gone off the rails for a little while. She took it especially hard because even though all three of his daughters were his babies, Serena being the youngest was his special baby, and she found it very difficult to cope with the loss. So, when Serena did a little too much of experimenting with drugs or drinking, Y/N knew taking care of her baby sister was her main priority.

Hearing the news that her sister had been violated, Y/N couldn’t help but take it to heart. She hardly cared about the outfit she was wearing or what state her hair was in when she arrived at the hospital, all she wanted was to get to her sister.

When she entered her room, she was greeted by her mother and her other sister, Francesca, or Franny for short, already by her bed.

“How is she?” Y/N spoke quickly, taking in the look of her sister sleeping on the hospital bed.

Franny stood up so frantic Y/N could sit down and catch her breath after she practically ran through the hospital halls to find the room.

“She hasn’t woken up yet, but the doctor says she’s in stable condition,” her mother spoke, a shaky breath leaving her lips as she squeezes her daughter's hand.

Y/N bit her bottom lip to stop the urge to burst into tears, keeping her stone cold face in tact. “I swear, I am going to kill whoever did this. I’ll kill them myself, with my own two bare hands.”

“Y/N, please, not now,” Mom hissed. She hated that her daughter had gotten so involved in the business, and she most certainly hated that Y/N got her father’s temper. Her daughter hurting people is the last thing she wants to think about, especially while her other daughter is currently on a hospital bed.

“What, you don’t want whoever did this to pay?”

“Of course I do! By going to prison, not by my daughter’s two hands,” she glared at her eldest.

Y/N huffed, sifting back in her chair and trying to tie back her knotty hair in some sort of bun to get it out of her face before she screams. “Well, my way is a whole lot easier, and I can then guarantee whoever did gets justice served. Who knows what the legal system will do. Give ‘em three months maybe.”

“How about both of you shut your mouths, she’s waking up,” Franny spoke up, gaining the two’s attention immediately. Y/N sat forward, grabbing Serena’s right hand in her own.

The blinding light from the lamp above her head made Serena squint her eyes shut at the vivid brightness, her face distorting into in an uncomfortable grimace before she was able to open her eyes without the light hurting. She looked around at her family, confusion striking her features as she realized where she was.

“Wha– what happened?” She spoke hoarsely, her voice scratchy from probably being excessively dry.

When it was explained what had happened to her, she immediately broke down into tears, which then caused Y/N to let out her own tears. Again, that ping of guilt hitting her right in the heart.

“I know the police are going to ask you questions once they see you’re awake, but do you have any idea who did this to you? Anyone being suspicious towards you last night?” Y/N asked, keeping her voice in a hushed tone to try not to startle her sister in this fragile state.

Maybe it wasn’t the best timing for this but police would be here soon and this was Y/N’s job to find the person who did this, who hurt her family, her blood.

Serena swallowed, closing her eyes to try and remember anything from the night before. She started to shake her head because most of the night was a blur in her head but then she did remember one specific detail that was probably the most important.

Her eyes snapped open as she looked at Y/N, the realization of how important the detail is dawning on her. “He had a uh– tattoo on his arm. It was the. . . Styles emblem.”

Y/N practically shot out of her seat, fuming at just the name of Styles. She hardly left with a goodbye before she was storming out of the building and into her car. Of course it was someone from his side that had the audacity to do something like this. To step onto her side of the city, to do this to her sister.

If you know Y/N, you know her family, so whoever it was knew exactly what they were getting themselves into, and that just made Y/N even angrier. Her hands were practically itching to grab ahold of this guys neck and twist it like a rope.

She zipped her way in and out of traffic, trying to make it to her destination without any fatalities but still getting there as fast as possible. And when she did get there she hardly remembered to put the car in park and to shut it off before she was running inside and to the elevator.

She got a lot of nasty looks from everyone that saw her figure running across the lobby, and she knew why but she didn’t give the time of day to care. Because the boss herself was stepping onto the wrong territory.

When she made it to the right floor, and to the right door, she pounded her fist rapidly on the wood, urging anyone inside to open the fucking door.

And when the door finally did swing open, she was face to face with the one face she was hoping to not see anytime soon but yet at this time she couldn’t avoid him any longer.

“You better have a good reason to be knocking on my door this fucking early in the morning,” Harry spat down at the girl in front of him.

Y/N looked over his shoulder to see two people, a random guy and a girl on the couch in his office, both nearly naked. Then she looked at Harry and saw that his own clothes were disheveled as he probably haphazardly tossed them on his body to open the door.

“Really, in your office?” Y/N droned, pushing past him and into the large space and giving the two a nasty look to state get out.

“I don’t really need your fucking comments so how about you just leave?”

“No, they have to though,” she gestured to the two who were looking around the room quite uncomfortably, not exactly sure what to do with themselves in this moment.

“You don’t boss me around.”

Y/N sighed at his frustrating attitude, trying to keep her cool in front of bystanders, but it was pretty difficult when she was dealing with the most difficult man on the planet. “Harry. . .” she began, looking at him with these pleading eyes that meant something was wrong. Y/N hated looking weak, especially in front of him, but if it got him to cooperate for once, then so be it.

“It’s important business, that they have no part in.”

He looked at Y/N with a hard look, really not wanting to let his fun night come to a close all because she said so. But, he could tell from the way her eyes were the slightest shade of red and how she was still dressed in her pajamas in front of him that whatever this was must have some sort of emergent reasoning.

He looked to Dave and Michelle, the pair who were still so confused about what was happening, a sorrowful look on his face. A look Y/N never thought she would see. They got the idea, quickly scrambling for their clothes before leaving his office. Harry closed the door behind them, licking at his bottom lip before biting it and turning back around to Y/N with that stone cold face she’s grown used to.

“Well, you better get to explaining what the fuck this is all about before I lose my mind.”

Y/N took a shallow breath, running her hand through her very messy hair and speaking up, “Someone on your side hurt my sister, and I need you to find out who.”

“Hurt your sister?” He looked at her with a bored face, going to his big chair behind his desk and plopping down on it, propping his feet onto his desk and leaning back with his arms resting behind his head.

“She was drugged and raped and she says she saw your emblem on him, so, chop chop boss man and find out who the fuck was out last night.”

Shock laced his features at the r word but he soon went back to his bored look, and scoffing at the idea that one of his men would do something so vile. Serena was known to exaggerate and to lie about things ever since she first got her hands on drugs and Harry had no choice but to disbelieve the claims.

“I highly doubt it was one of my guys. Your sister has a tendency to. . . lie. Plus, if she was drugged there’s a low chance she’ll remember something as specific as my emblem but, I assume, nothing else,” he pointed out, raising his eyebrows at Y/N as if to say I win*.

Steam could practically be seen escaping Y/N’s ears as her face set into an angry frown and becoming increasingly red by the moment. Why did she think he would be considerate once? It was her mistake to think he had any ounce of a heart in his body, but even though she knew he would be difficult to work with, she was still beyond pissed at his response.

She stomped forward to the front of the desk, standing opposite him as she leaned forward and grabbed his white button-down shirt in her fist and yanking him forward so his body was in an awkward position and so his face was inches from her own. His smirk settled deeper on his face as his eyes trailed up and down her own face and her figure that was leaning over the desk. Because she never gave herself the time to change out of her pajamas, her silk camisole top revealed a lot of what was underneath to Harry; especially the lack of a bra.

Y/N could practically see the hormones flowing around in his head as he looked like he couldn’t give two shits about the way she was practically ripping his shirt off his body. She brought her other hand up and hooked it under his jaw, tilting his head up so he had no choice but to only look at her eyes.

“I figured I would ask nicely before I kill the prick myself. But there is no playing nice with you, is there Styles?” Y/N seethed, gritting out her words, pushing his body back harshly into his chair.

He laughed, genuinely laughed at the prospect of her being. . . nice. He ran his fingers through his hair, getting up from his position in his chair and walking around to meet her at the front of her desk. His slim fingers took the strap of her camisole, gently rolling it in his fingers before bringing it up and snapping it back down on her skin. “Not when you’re dressed like this, love.” Y/N pushed his hand off her body, standing up straighter in her spot and giving him the nastiest glare she could muster.

“Fine, but don’t be alarmed when you get the news someone died,” she stated, walking back over to the direction of his office door.

“You won’t be killing anyone, Y/N. And if you do, you leave me no choice but to kill one of yours,” he called out as she began to walk down the hall.

She stopped in her tracks, turning around to face him, to see that he was leaning against the doorway of the room, arms crossed in front of his chest. Y/N laughed at his proposition, looking down at her feet, stepping back in his direction with the tiniest foot forward.

“I think whoever raping my sister and then me killing them justifies this whole, eye for an eye thing, don’t ya think?” She hummed, giving him her final deadpan glare before, again, walking away from him and beginning her business for the day.

❊ ❊

A few days went by.

Y/N was closer to finding the guy, but it seems finding someone with a specific emblem tattooed on them proves to be quite difficult when a lot of guys have that same emblem tattooed on them in the exact same spot.

Cameras in the club did little to nothing to help her in the case, seeing as the place is dark, and that it’s sort of illegal to have surveillance in the bathroom. But her team was working hard and the more she didn’t have the guy in her hands, the more angry she became, and the more determined she was to freaking find him.

“All I’m saying is if you drop to your knees, he’ll be more willing to help you,” Y/N’s best friend Flo shrugged, taking a sip from her water as she leaned back in the chair.

“And I don’t need his help, he’s proven to be useless countless times.”

“Then why ask in the first place? Remind me again, because I’m a little lost.”

Y/N turned her head away from her laptop screen, looking at Flo with a bored look, sighing as she closed her laptop to give her friend her undivided attention. “Is there something you wanna talk about?”

“Yeah, like how I think this whole ‘Oh, I hate Harry,’ thing is bullshit. Why go to him if you know he won’t help?” Flo questioned, leaning forward with her arms resting on the mahogany desk.

“Maybe he grew some human decency since the last time I saw him?”

Flo squinted her eyes at her best friend, not exactly accepting that as an answer. It was for one pretty vague, and Flo knew her friend a bit better than that. There was something she wasn’t telling her, and she’d be damned if she left this room not knowing.

“Hm,” Flo hummed, sitting back against the leather chair, then taking another dramatic sip of her water. Y/N gave her a look of distaste as if to ask, is there a problem?

“And, when was the last time you saw him?”

Two weeks ago.

For that. . . thing they don’t talk about.

From what Flo knows, last time Y/N saw Harry was to discuss business settlements six months prior. So, if there’s no business that needs to be handled, there would be no reason for Y/N to see Harry, right? That’s a secret Y/N so desperately wants to keep. She’s ashamed of the night. Beyond words she’s ashamed and it’s only because she gave into temptation.

For a long time, she had Flo telling her that she should let go of this family feud because how could Y/N miss out on an opportunity to be with someone as handsome as Harry? As powerful as Harry? If they were together, there would be absolutely nothing stopping them, because not only were they good at what they do, but so many people respected them that the city would have no choice but to accept that they’re a couple.

But, that went against decades upon decades of family rivalry. The two would be damned if they were the reason this, basically family tradition, came to an end.

So, Y/N had no choice but to lie to her best friend, to avoid life as she knows it spiralling out of control.

She pondered in fake wonder for a moment before answering, “I think a little over six months ago.”

Flo nodded her head in understandment, taking in Y/N’s words but not exactly believing them. There’s a reason Y/N and Flo are best friends, and it’s because the two are very much alike. They’re sarcastic, they’re funny, they’re smart, they take their job seriously, and so many more reasons beyond that. But one defining reason is that they both understand the other so well. They can see right through each other. So for Y/N to think Flo doesn’t know she’s lying, is quite offensive to Flo.

Y/N tried to not break eye contact when she was talking, but she did, and that was the main giveaway that she was lying, even if she only looked away for a brief second. Flo had her down pat, much to Y/N’s demise.

And Flo wasn’t going to sit here and not call her out on it.

“Okay, and now I want the truth.”

Y/N’s eyebrows shot up, and she pursed her lips whilst shaking her head, “I don’t know what-”

“The. Truth. Y/N.”

“That was-”

“Now.”

Y/N huffed, looking down to her hands that she now placed in her lap. Under her friend’s hard gaze, Y/N’s face began to heat up with the embarrassment running through her veins. There really shouldn’t be any reason to be embarrassed about this, but she is. She hates that it happened, but more importantly she hates how she caved to him.

Glancing back up for a moment, Y/N bit her lip softly, feeling exceptionally small as her friend continued to wait for an answer. Taking a deep breath, Y/N sat up straighter in her chair, finally speaking the truth, “Two weeks ago.”

And now it was Flo’s turn to raise her eyebrows, jaw dropping practically down to the floor.

Then Y/N got to explaining.

❊ ❊

It was a Thursday night. Not even the weekend. Y/N had found herself in Central City, which is basically what everyone within the two groups calls the place on the border that separates the sides. She was just outside of Central City, dealing with a few of her loyal dealers all day, and in Central City is one of her favorite bars, so after a long day of working, she wanted to treat herself to a few casual drinks. Plus, she has a small crush on one of the bartenders there, so she figured that night she just may get lucky.

Little did she know, Harry had been just outside of Central City all day too, dealing with a group of rogues who thought they could steal from him and get away with it. They didn’t. So, after an exhausting day of interrogation and torture, Harry needed a drink. And what better place than his favorite bar in Central City?

She was there first, chatting up with Ben the bartender. She was laughing, drinking, listening to the horrible singer up at karaoke; just having an amazing time. Everyone knew who she was but they were all too drunk to worry about anything so they went on about their nights as if the Queen of half their city wasn’t in their presence.

But then everyone went silent, and the only thing that could be heard was Y/N’s laugh as Ben says something ridiculously funny. When she noticed everyone had gone quiet, she looked around the room to look for why no one was talking. It was quite eerie that one second everyone was having the time of their life to now everyone looking like they’d rather be anywhere else.

Then her eyes met his, and she nearly dropped the glass in her hand.

But she wasn’t going to leave just because he showed up. It was her favorite bar. And he felt exactly the same way because it was his favorite bar.

About fifteen seconds of awkward silence and intense staring went down before the two got fed up with all of the eyes focused on them.

“What’re you all looking at?” They snapped in unison. Quickly everyone went back to what they were doing, trying not to worry about a fight breaking out or a screaming match going down. And their worry soon started to dissolve as all the women began to fantasize about Harry and all the men wish they were worthy of being with Y/N.

Unfortunately for the two, the only seat left available in the place was the one on the right of Y/N at the bar. And when Harry sauntered over, going to sit down on the stool, Y/N was quick to stop him claiming she was saving the seat. He looked at her blankly, knowing fully well no one was going to sit there. He swatted her hand away, sitting down on the wood with a plush seat, quickly ordering himself a drink.

They tried not to converse throughout the night no matter how badly they wanted to snap at one another. But the more they thought about yelling, the more they drank, and the more they drank, the more willing they were to talk to each other.

That’s how their night progressed. By the end of it, they somehow came across the topic of sex. And how neither of them had gotten any in what felt like forever. In reality it actually hadn’t been long at all for either of them, but they tended to be dramatic, plus they were teetering on the tipsy-drunk mindset.

“Worst part is, he left his socks on! Fucking socks! It’s one thing to last thirty seconds, but to leave your socks on? Nearly killed the guy,” Y/N grimaced, recalling the event from last week.

Harry was having a hard time keeping in his laughs and judgements, but Y/N was okay with it because that was the whole point of telling the story in the first place. “Okay, you win this time, that is worse.”

“This time? I always win, Styles.” Y/N was practically gloating as she finished off the rest of her martini. He rolled his eyes at her words, shaking his head in response.

And no one could really predict the future events unfolding. It was quite out of the ordinary, and Y/N hardly knew what she was doing until after she had done it.

This thought dawned her hazy mind, and then she was placing her hand on his shoulder and looking at him with this lust and admiration she never thought she had inside of her. The moment he felt her hand on his shoulder, he looked at her quickly and nearly crumbled at the way she was looking at him.

If no one were in this bar with them, he wouldn’t hesitate to take her right then and there, but alas people were all around them. So, he had to keep it in his pants for just a little longer.

He leaned closer to her, taking in the scent of her heavenly perfume as she breathed in his ravishing cologne. They were so close, their lips barely grazed over each other’s, the tips of their noses brushing together softly as if it never really happened.

“What’s on your mind?” He wondered, his right hand coming down on her thigh, awfully close to her now aching center.

They were positive people were most likely watching them like hawks and that news of this just might spread around very fast by tomorrow morning. But, they just didn’t care. Y/N placed her hand on top of his, slowly dragging it even further up her thigh, so his fingertips just reached her dampening underwear.

His lips parted at the feeling, his eyes widening in awe as he stretched his fingers to again barely touch her where she really wanted him. She almost moaned at the feeling but kept the noises inside, not wanting to bring anymore attention towards them.

He laced her hand that was on his shoulder in his hair, softly tugging at the curls at the nape of his neck. She brought her wet lips up to his ear, whispering, “To see what it’s like for you. . . to win.”

He looked at her with an open-mouthed smirk, tongue poking the inside of his cheek before he hastily stood up and placed a few bills down on the bar to pay for their drinks. Y/N grabbed her purse, making her way to the door, Harry following behind her.

When they finally arrived to his place, stepping in the threshold of the foyer, all barriers fell down and all morals left their minds. Their lips were locked in a feverish kiss as he had her pinned up against the cool wooden surface of his door. Her legs were hiked up to wrap around his hips, high heels abandoned on the floor as she pressed the heels of her foot onto his ass, pushing his front harder on her core, creating some sort of friction between them.

He broke apart their lips, tangling his fingers in her hair as he tugged her head to one side to open up the view of her neck that he wanted so desperately to mark up. The second he bit down on her skin and licked the area, and peppered kisses up and down her throat, Y/N let out a moan she couldn’t suppress anymore. And then Harry smirked against her skin.

“It’s so ironic,” he started, grinding his hips harder into her as he brought his head up to look her in the eyes. “Out there, you’ve got people at your feet, looking up to you like an actual queen, not afraid to kill me at any given moment. But in here. . . I’ve got you writhing beneath my touch, just itching to be touched down here.”

And then he cupped her cunt, fingers petting her damp thong, having her mewl at the small but impactful contact. She wished he would just shut up and just fuck her already, but she could tell he was having fun with this; her being so complacent and not fighting him and instead agreeing that she was in fact desperate for him to touch her.

He pushed her skirt up her hips, getting better access to her pretty pussy, pushing aside her thong, gathering up her slickness onto his fingers. He brought his fingers up to his face, admiring the shine before wrapping his lips around them. If Y/N was standing, her knees surely would’ve gave out from under her at the sight. And she couldn’t help but get ever wetter as he sucked the digits, pulling them out with a pop.

“Sweet. . . like honey,” he grinned before reattaching their lips quickly. He brought his hands down onto her ass, gripping tightly before removing them from the door. Although they didn’t get very far and ended up on the comfy living room couch. There was no way they could handle stairs in their state, so the couch was good enough.

Really classy.

As soon as her back touched the soft surface, Harry was ripping her skirt and panty down her legs, and harshly tugged open her shirt that a few bottoms came right out of the seams. And if Y/N wasn’t drunk on alcohol and lust, she’d be beyond pissed.

But she really wasn’t one to talk, because she also ripped open his shirt, albeit not as rough but she’s pretty sure she ripped off one of his buttons too. Within a matter of seconds, the two were completely naked and beyond excited for what was to come. Literally.

Harry littered kisses up and down her body, mouth lingering longer on her aroused nipples, whilst he sank one then two fingers into her dripping hole. Y/N let out a breathy moan, lifting her lips up off the couch to push his fingers deeper inside of her.

“You’re so tight, Darling, and it’s just my fingers.”

He locked their lips in another passionate kiss as he pumped his fingers faster into her heat, gaining a few more moans out of that precious little mouth of hers. He hovered his lips over hers, speaking his next works huskily and softly that sent shivers down her spine, and made her pussy throb.

“Imagine me burying my cock into you. You squeezing me as I thrust into you, over and over again. Your warm walls holding onto me as I pound into you, absolutely wrecking you. Can you imagine it?”

Before she could say a single word, his thumb began working fast circles on her clit just as he continuously started to hit that special spot inside of her that had her seeing stars. The string of moans she let out could really put a pornstar to shame, and he didn’t even have his dick in her yet.

Was it embarrassing for her to be this much of a mess just from a simple fingering? Yes. But, just like the rest of the night, she lost the will to care.

“H-. . . Harry, please,” she whined as he switched the pace of his fingers to a slower rate, trying to prolong her orgasm for as long as he could.

He simply shook his head, denying her any satisfaction. Because as much as she was in charge out there, he was in charge here and he wouldn’t let her get what she wants so quickly.

Instead, he wanted to rile her up even more. With his free hand he brought it up to her breast, groping it roughly and then pinching her nipple between his thumb and first finger. And then he got an idea as he looked at the hickey that was starting to form on the side of her neck. He slowly trailed his fingers further up her chest, her collarbones, and eventually landing on the soft skin of her throat. He gently wrapped his hand around her throat to see what kind of reaction he could get out of her, and much to his surprise, her small hand wrapped around his wrist to, instead of pushing his hand away, push harder on her throat.

And if he wasn’t turned on then, he for fucking sure is now.

She loved the way his big hand was wrapped around her throat easily as if it had the smallest circumference. She loved the way it made it just the tiniest bit more difficult to breathe while he continued to ram her pussy with his fingers. And he loved just how much she loved it. “You naughty fucking girl. You like my hand around your neck don’t you? Does it turn you on?”

Y/N didn’t want to say anything, because as much as she was this confident woman, this moment was far too embarrassing, even for her. But, frustrated with no response, Harry pressed down more, using a deeper voice to elicit a response out of her.

“Answer me, Princess. I won’t continue if you don’t use your words,” he tsked, again slowing down his rhythm. Y/N groaned as his fingers practically came to a halt, bucking her hips up to continue the euphoric feeling inside of her.

“Plea–”

“Not until I get an answer.”

Y/N huffed, opening her eyes to look into his boring down on her. She bit her lip softly before nodding her head gently to respond to his previous questions.

“Uh-uh, I want words, Y/N. You love to talk, so c’mon, tell me.”

Groaning again, Y/N turned her head to the side to break eye contact. All she wanted was an orgasm, and she knew that within the next minute she was bound to burst and she hated that he was stopping her from reaching it. She took a breath and mustered up the courage to finally agree with his words, that yes it turned her on immensely.

“Y-yes. . . it turns me on,” she whispered. With that he smirked and removed his hand from her heat, making Y/N whimper at the loss of contact. But he couldn’t take it anymore, his erection becoming too unbearable that he had to ease his pain sooner rather than later.

Reaching down to his wallet to pull the condom out that he had stuffed in there a few nights ago, because he couldn’t be bothered to go upstairs to get his stash, he hastily ripped open the foil, careful not to rip the condom itself, and quickly rolled it onto his throbbing length.

He first pushed the tip in, giving her a few moments to adjust to his girth. Y/N completely lost it as he pushed further and further inside of her, back arching off the plush cushion as she cursed at the feeling of him stretching her. She widened the space of her legs, absolutely losing her mind as Harry’s face buried into her neck, the vibrations of his moans and groans shaking her body.

When he finally stopped, Y/N was quick to look down to see his cock was gone and deep inside of her body. She never felt so full in her life and she didn’t know how she was going to take him moving. The stretch came with a subtle burn that brought tears to her eyes. All good, of course.

“Harry, please move,” she begged, scraping her nails down toned back.

“Are you sure?”

“Fucking move.”

Then he slowly inched his length out before snapping his hips back against hers.

It was crazy that they were doing this.

Never in a million years did they think they would be having sex, each other’s names flowing out of their mouths so easily as their moans filled the air. The thought was always taboo for them but just this once they accepted their fates, and God, did it feel good.

It felt so good.

❊ ❊

When Y/N was finished explaining what had happened that one night two weeks ago – of course without the intense details – Flo sat with a smirk adorning her features.

Her eyes glowed, knowing she was right. She just knew this sort of thing was bound to happen. Next step, they were going to admit their undying love for each other and Flo couldn’t wait to get that news.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Y/N scolded.

“I’m not looking at you like anything,” she shrugged. “. . So when’s the wedding?”

“Florence James!”

“Hey, I’m just dealing with the cards I’ve been dealt,” she raised her hands in defense.

“Can we just forget about him and get back to more important matters, like who assaulted my sister?”

Before Flo could respond, a knock sounded on the door to Y/N’s office. Yelling a quick come in, Y/N was quick to flip off her friend before whoever walked into the room.

Looking over her shoulder, Flo let out a laugh before getting up from her chair and then returning the hand gesture to Y/N. “Speak of the Devil,” she called as she left the room, closing the door behind her.

Harry stepped into Y/N’s office, that annoying smirk ever so permanent on his features.

“Speaking about me, Princess?”

“You have two seconds to explain why you’re here before I stab you in the throat.”

“Relax,” he dragged out, taking off his coat and draping it over the back of the chair Flo was just sitting on before sitting himself down on it. “I come with good news.”

Y/N raised her eyebrows, interested in what he could be talking about. She didn’t bother asking what good news, instead just waited for him to continue with whatever it was he had to say.

“You don’t have to worry about Jack anymore – Uh, the guy who. . . y’know, with Serena.”

To say Y/N was taken aback would be an understatement. She was so shocked that she had him repeat himself and explain what the fuck that was supposed to even mean.

“Look, I know I was harsh the other day. But when you left I got to thinking and. . . I know I would do anything I could if somebody hurt someone in my family. So, I got to asking around, turns out it was this guy Jack I had just fired and now you don’t have to worry about him,” he elaborated, clasping his hands together on his lap.

Y/N’s mind was in a whirlwind at this information, trying to process everything he just told her. It wasn’t a lot to take in but, it’s because he willingly helped her that had her in such a confused state. He had never done anything like this before and she was sure he wouldn’t do anything like it ever again.

But then she smiled. Genuinely smiled. Because he helped her. There’s no way she was going to let this one go. However, before she could gloat, she asked one very important question, “Is he alive?”

Harry gave her a knowing look, as if to say she should know him better than that.

Then she smiled again, even bigger than before. Because he killed someone for her and that – in their world – was the biggest sign of affection someone could give, because it meant that that someone meant something special.

“Fuck off with that smile,” he grumbled.

Y/N then stood up from her chair and walked over to him, standing in front of his seated figure, bringing her hand up to caress his jaw. “However could I repay you, Mr. Styles?”

It was then his turn to smile at her as he placed his hands on the back of her thighs and brought her to sit down on his lap.

“I can think of a few ways.”

And they were kissing like they never had before. This time they were so sober, it felt too real.

But they didn’t mind too much, because this moment felt like the start of something new.

#idk how to feel about the ending butttttt oh well :)#harry styles writing #harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot #harry styles blurb #harry styles smut #harry styles au #harry styles fanfic #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles #one direction fanfiction

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silverselfshippingchaos · 4 years ago

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[Dorky-self-shipper] Free Pass to talk about any s/i you want? 👀

Thank you so much for this @dorky-self-shipper!!! Made me smile a LOT!!!

The FF7 world has been living in my head rent free ever since I played Remake for the first time. So I’m gonna talk about my FF7 s/i. She’s... really something. She’s not completely fleshed out yet, but I still think she’s pretty cool.

Let’s gooooooooo!

My self insert for the ff7 world is a Turk working under Shinra Inc. Shinra are the villains for the most part, and the Turks do some pretty morally-gray stuff for them. She looks pretty much identical to me/my fe3h s/i. Tan skin, red glasses, black hair, and the signature Turks suit. She doesn’t have anything too special going on with her suit. Just a white shirt along with a black tie, a black coat, and black pants paired with some black boots. She occasionally leaves the buttons on her blazer open. She’s also pretty short (I’m around 5’2 😭). Tseng and Rude both stand at around 6 feet, so she always looks pretty small next to them.

Since she’s a Turk, she sometimes has to fight her way out of sticky situations. Her main weapon of choice is the same as my fe3h s/i! She’s a spellcaster!

She’s a Materia specialist and fights using different kinds of orbs of Materia, and is always sure to keep many on her so she’s always prepared. She mainly keeps elemental types of Materia with her, but she’s sure to keep some healing ones along with a Time Materia. She’s not against a few summons either. She has a little belt of them that she wears because carrying around that many fragile glass-like orbs without it + her clumsiness? ...Yikes. (Also she can, will, and does do the fe3h Trickster thing where she shoots magic out of fingerguns. One of my favorite classes in the game for sure. Felix in a suit with fingerguns is one of the best things I’ve ever seen.)

She doesn’t use a physical weapon very often whatsoever, but when she does, it’s usually a handgun. Swords are cool and she likes them. She’s not too skilled with then and isn’t keen on the sight of injury, but she has an admiration. They’re usually too bulky for her to keep on her suit, though, so she usually just has her Materia along with a gun. Please don’t be surprised if she whips out a sword every now and then though. She sometimes pairs her Materia with her gun as well because ✨elemental bullets✨

One of my headcanons (but wait.. if it’s my s/i... wouldn’t that be canon...? anyways-) is that Materia can be embedded in tattoo ink which is then applied to the body to infuse the person with the power of that Materia very slightly. Now, it can’t be anything major because in the Turks side game, one of the characters has shards of Materia in her arm, and it slowly eats away at her life force. So let’s, uh, avoid that. I like to think that maybe (I’m still thinking about this one) Ash has some very small hand-tattoos embedded with either Cure or Fire Materia. The Cure one helps her both cure very small wounds on herself and/or on others when she doesn’t have her full Cure orb on her. As for the Fire one, there’s a lot of handy situations in which just a little bit of fire can be useful, so that’s that. Again, this is just a thought, but I think it’s pretty goddamn cool! Also would explain why I’m so tired all the time lmao!

Also Materia is pretty and I love it. The colors are interesting too.

Adding onto that, she also really likes jewelry. Materia infused jewelry was something I thought of, but I’m not quite sure about that? She already has a wide assortment on her, so I think she would just settle for normal jewelry. Just like many of the other Turks, she’s always wearing small earrings. However, on missions where she can’t have all her gear on her, she will have Materia infused jewelry. Also, sometimes it’s just cute so. It depends on the day. Also! Since part of the uniform is gloves (she prefers fingerless), she doesn’t really get a chance to wear rings, unfortunately. When she’s not wearing gloves, though, she usually has some rings on.

Is part of the Turks initiation process a trip to Claire’s?

I like to think that she’s pretty friendly and that she gets along well with her team. She’s either very serious or a total goofball depending on the situation. Expect many bad puns and snarky comments. She tries her best to fulfil her duties as a Turk, but they can sometimes be difficult for her since her emotions can sometimes cloud her judgement. She’s a very emotional person. The Sector 7 Job screws her up quite a bit. I’m not sure if she’s a Turk then or not, but just knowing that her team was responsible for that many deaths puts a bitter taste in her mouth.

When combat can be avoided, she will take that route. She’s no pacifist, she would just prefer to do things with her words than with her flames. However, there are exceptions to this (*coughs in Don Corneo* She will gladly rip that man apart.) When she’s not on the active field during missions, she’ll stay back with Tseng and go through information, helping him guide the team. Her and Tseng are pretty close, despite being so different.

Being completely honest, one of her favorite parts of her position is having access to so much information. She enjoys reading a lot, along with gaming.

As for relationships with her team, they’re all pretty strong.

Her and Tseng have some differing values, but they get along fairly well. She’s very cautious about her wording around him at first. He’s a scary guy, and him being leader doesn’t help. He can be very cold sometimes, but he’s a good listener. She relaxes around him eventually, and he becomes someone who she goes to very often for support. I like to think that she goes to him after the Sector 7 situation to talk about her feelings about it. I also think that he may have been the one who recruited her into the team in the first place? She owes a lot to him, and looks up to him a lot. Learning about how caring he was when he was younger only increases her admiration. She sometimes doesn’t agree with some of his more twisted logic, but she also understands that he has duties to fulfil and a team to manage. He’s trying his best to comfort them.

Her and Reno are bros. Reno brings out her more wild side, and those two together are the very definition of chaotic. They’re always cracking jokes with each other and for them, being together is a blast. He was one of the first who reached out to her back when she was still new on the team, and when Rude isn’t available, he talks to her a lot. He appreciates how easy she is to talk to. They share the same braincell, and their jokes are very stupid. Their team missions are pretty fun. I also like to think that they play video games together in their free time! I love their friendship SO much!!! Ash definitely has her smarter moments, and is very knowledgeable on a lot of things, but together, they share a singular braincell. An important thing to add about them is that sometimes she can be a bit of a mom-friend towards him when they’re not fooling around? She knows when enough is enough and when to rein him in. They both have their more serious moments, and their understanding of each other definitely helps on more serious missions. In a nutshell, they’re just two bros and I love them a lot. They understand each other. Also, their fighting styles compliment each other quite a bit, so that’s fun.

Ash and Rude is a friendship I really appreciate. Rude is not a man of many words, and Ash is very talkative. However, you quickly learn that Rude is very caring and prefers to show his affection in smaller gestures and actions. It takes a while for Rude to become more open with her, but it happens. He always listens to her rambles and although he might not say much, he remembers every single detail. She reminds him a bit of Reno, and he’s been dealing with a Reno for the past 7-some years. Their relationship is very wholesome, and Ash always encourages him to voice his thoughts. Also, he gives very good hugs when she needs them. She’s very sensitive and can be very affected by some of the stuff she sees while on duty, and he’s very protective of her. Her attitude and rambles confuse Rude sometimes, but he tries to be a good friend. Also they can kick ass together big time. In conclusion, Rude and Ash = big soft hours.

Okay, let’s talk about Ash and Elena. Elena is a character that I personally adore so much because it took me a while to like her. My initial reaction to playing the original ff7 and seeing her was simply, “Oh, great. Yes, make the only female Turk super clumsy and shit at her job- And give her no personality outside of that and crushing on Tseng. I mean, mood, and same, but really?” But then I researched the Turks game. (I have yet to read the novels btw)

And I realized that me and Elena are similar in so many ways other than being very clumsy and simping for Tseng (he’s hot, okay- then again, I simp for all the Turks. they are VERY fine.) We have very similar personalities, constantly want to punch things, and also have similar relationships with being the youngest sibling. I really understand Elena and I love her. You look into her character and realize that she’s super strong and dependable, smart and gorgeous. She’s amazing.

Ash and Elena, like I said, are pretty similar in terms of personality. So they really understand each other and get along very well!! They’re very close friends, and kinda live on the same mental wi-fi. They click very well on first meeting, and that click stays for very long time and only gets stronger as time passes. Ash feels as though she can discuss anything with her because Elena gets it. Also, missions in which they’re paired up together are always fun. They’re both pretty smart, but have a tendency to let their emotions cloud (heh, cloud-) their judgment. But when they’re together, they can keep each other check and in turn, kick ass together. They also have a mutual hatred for Don Corneo. I hate that man. Fighting together is pretty fun since Ash can stay back and spam her spells while Elena punches the crap out of their target. In conclusion, these two are very close and they’re besties. They have a mutual understanding of each other in a lot of different fields.

Thank you SO much for the opportunity to spill my thoughts about this, my friend!! Was a very very fun time! The Turks are always living in my head, so I’m glad to speak about them anytime. This definitely helped me organize my thoughts a bit and helped sorta motivate me to write about Ash and her Turk friends?? I can feel my half-written Felix fics in my drafts glaring at me, but regardless, I’m very excited. They have a super fun dynamic. Thanks for listening!

#ahhhh thank you for sending this in!!#it was a blast :)#answered #dorky-self-shipper #me x the boys

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ramblings-of-a-mad-cat · 4 years ago

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Tulip x Merula Head-canons

(I had someone on Anon ask me about this. But the answer ended up being so long that I didn’t want to risk Tumblr crashing and eating the message. So I made it a full post.)

You have come to the right place, my friend.

I do like Tulula. They’re easily my OTP for this game. The only question is where to begin?

How they met. I feel like Tulip had a personal goal in mind when she arrived at Hogwarts. She wanted to prank every single person in her year. Had a little list. I also think that from the moment she saw Merula, she could see something special. Saw someone who would be a challenge. So she saved her for last. But out of all thirty-some odd students in Tulip’s year, the only one who saw her coming and stopped her, successfully pranking her back instead, was Merula. The ultimate uno reverse. All this time, Merula has been hearing rumors about a pranking menace and resolved to prove her superiority, as Merula is wanton to do. If we want, we can tie this in with the “You are a [House!]” quests. To me, the one that feels the most canon is Slytheirn pranking Gryffindor, but imagine if Tulip helped people prank Slytherin (even if MC wasn’t in Ravenclaw) and Merula caught her in the act. Just imagine Merula shoving Tulip into the lake. Tulip surfacing, spitting water, flabbergasted that she’s been bested, looking up at Merula and thinking that she was right. Merula really is something else. Tulip doesn’t react the way most people do when Merula “defeats” them. She’s charmed and impressed and wants to talk to her more. This is a surprise for Merula, but she accepts the attention and the two of them start talking. I like to imagine that the Slytherin prank on Gryffindor occurred later in the year, and that Merula participated after being inspired by Tulip.

Okay, we need to talk about something important. Parents. I strongly believe that Tulip and Merula’s parents are foils to each other, and to their kids. They couldn’t be greater opposites. But while Merula is a lot like her parents and wants to gravitate to their lifestyle so much to the point that it’s unhealthy...Tulip is in the reverse. She completely rejects the lifestyle of her parents because they make no attempt to understand her nature or meet her halfway. I feel like she doesn’t talk to them much at all, even during the summers. Tulip tries to change herself to be more like Merula, if that makes sense, and Merula welcomes this change. She’s never had someone like Tulip before, and isn’t even sure what to call it. Are they friends now? Or...are they…? But there’s another major secret that I strongly believe in. I like to imagine that Tulip’s parents played no small part in the arrest of Merula’s parents. I don’t know if they’re Aurors exactly (If they are, and the Rotfang Theory is true...then yikes.) But they would almost certainly work for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. I like to imagine that Merula was furious when she found out, possibly at the start of second year. Pushing Tulip away. But here’s the thing - Tulip was just as upset by this news. She entirely took the side of Merula’s parents and told her as much. Merula softened, and they reconciled, with Tulip accepting that Merula would (justifiably) always hate her parents. I don’t think Tulip’s relationship with them ever recovered from this.

I think Tulip and Merula learned each other’s love languages rather quickly. I think Merula began to realize that all she needed to do was involve Tulip in all of her crazy schemes, her moves against MC, or her ongoing quest for glory. If she just did that, Tulip would be overjoyed, because it was all so much mayhem, and it was a journey they were embarking together. Meanwhile, Tulip deduced early on that Merula had a taste for power and that her ego was very fragile. She knew how to console Merula and knew what to say to ease her insecurities and anger, without appearing to do so on purpose. She wasn’t intimidated, but she knew to pick her battles and that there was a time and place to just let Merula win. I strongly believe that no one at Hogwarts has ever understood Merula the way Tulip does. There’s a reason she instantly picked up on Merula’s saving face and pretending to have manipulated MC if they give her the Frog Choir spot. She knows her grumpy bae. This is a relationship of mutual manipulation, but not always to an unhealthy extent. Because Merula genuinely grew to care for Tulip, and Tulip knew how to use manipulation to help Merula feel better about everything. In short, their adventures, interests and goals all coincided well, and they both planned to be Curse-Breakers after Hogwarts, and travel together. They also resolved to keep their friendship a secret because of Merula’s reputation, hence Merula never referring to her “associate” by name. It made things a lot easier because people were more likely to trust Tulip if they didn’t know she was friendly with the “best witch at Hogwarts.” Plus, y’know, secrets create a unique bond that builds the emotional connection...oh and also, that excellent closested lesbian subtext, even if the Potterverse doesn’t have homophobia.

The Room of Requirement. Okay, I’ve had this head-canon for a while that the Room is alive and was always meant to function as a sanctuary. That’s what it became for the D.A. in OOTP, that’s really what it became for Draco in HBP, and that’s what it became in DH for the entire resistance. I also like the idea of two people who are both outcasts yet drawn to each other, finding it together and discovering it as a place that is just built for the two of them. (Or more than two. This can apply to poly-ships, and non-romantic ships.) This is what I imagine happened between Tulip and Merula. While investigating Vaults, they found this room, and figured out how it was sometimes there and sometimes not. That it would change shape. Eventually, they ruled it out as being a Cursed Vault. But not before it became a sanctuary for them. Time for a little overlap. It had previously become a sanctuary for Jacob, Duncan Ashe, and perhaps Olivia Green - before or after she suffered her fate. It was in this Room that Merula found a clue to where Jacob’s Room was hidden. It was also in this room that Tulip and Merula did most of their plotting before they found Jacob’s Room. They chose to migrate there, however, because the Room of Requirement was so unpredictable. But every now and then, when they needed it most, when the wind stood fair, that sanctuary would show up again, and they’d go there to talk and probably fall asleep together. I dunno, I just like the idea that they (innocently) shared a bed and it’s recycled from my fanfic. In that same sense, I feel like they never told anyone else about this Room and were never able to trigger it unless they were together.

I believe that both Tulip and Merula rubbed off on each other a little. The moment that comes to mind for me is during the Creatures TLSQ. Merula supersizes a Niffler to let it run amok across the castle and she’s laughing like it’s the dandiest thing in the world. That seem a bit odd to anyone else? Feels like the kind of thing Tonks would do if she got drunk or something, not a Merula Snyde scheme. No, I think Merula was either trying to make Tulip happy (and definitely succeeding) or else she had just acquired a bit of a taste for chaos as well, having spent so much time with Tulip in all of her crazy pranks. I dunno, it just reminds me so much of Tulip’s stunt from Year 5 with the army of nifflers. Her unironic joy at what she’s done, how pleased she is with herself...these two incidents bear a striking resemblance. Similarly, looking back on Tulip’s character...does it strike anyone else as a bit out of sorts for her to betray Merula for the sake of glory? Not saying Tulip is perfect or that she wouldn’t do this, because it’s a crucial part of her character that she would, but...for glory? Since when does Tulip care about glory? All she’s ever wanted is to cause chaos. Well, I feel as though a taste for power rubbed off on her from spending so much time with Merula and appreciating her talents when no one else did.

Okay, let’s talk about the falling-out. I believe Tulip tried to embody Merula’s ideology so much, and it overlapped with her own flaws, that it created a stew that was destined to be rotten. I think Tulip, having grown up with the family she did, has always been the kind of person who will turn on someone and go no-contact if she doesn’t mesh with them. I also think that by this point, she had alienated most of the other Hogwarts’ students. Either because she had pranked them, or because they had worked out that she was spending time with Merula. I also feel like Tulip may have resented Merula for this, because that’s just human nature. Now, Merula doesn’t develop loyalty for people very often. But it’s an absolute soul-crusher if someone she was loyal to betrays her, and I think to a degree that started with her parents, but it really fleshed out with this incident. Tulip’s upbringing led her to the mindset of, “If I have to cut you off, I will.” and Merula’s upbringing was just the opposite. It was more like “Only a few people truly matter, so you better not leave me.” And Tulip did. I think she convinced herself that she didn’t need Merula, that Merula was holding her back. Kept thinking about Merula’s flaws and toxic qualities, figured she could carry on with the Cursed Vault quest on her own. Jacob’s Sibling was proof enough that one didn’t need Merula to be a budding Curse-Breaker. So she ditched Merula. And everything fell apart for both of them.

I want to say that Tulip immediately, and I mean immediately regretted this decision, but also knew that she could never take it back. The damage had been done, and there was no way she could ever hope to apologize to Merula or ask to be taken back. That just was not a language that Merula knew how to speak. She only knew how to translate things in terms of power and strength. She had been burned by Tulip, humiliated. Hurt. That was something that Merula surely wouldn’t ever forgive, at least not from Tulip’s perspective. And from Merula’s? Well, Tulip was just using her. Never cared about her. Was always going to stab her in the back. And it was her own fault for not seeing it sooner. Anger. Resentment. Betrayal. The angst, my friend. But it gets worse, because then Tulip was approached by Jacob’s Sibling, Merula’s own nemesis, who proposed that they join forces. As crazy as it may sound, Tulip was itching to get back into adventuring and questing. She also knew this was her greatest chance to cross paths with Merula again. By competing against her. Again, it sounds ridiculous, but this is Merula that we’re talking about. Of course, though she was right, it didn’t erase the added insult to injury. Merula was forced to deal not only with Tulip abandoning her, but also her going over to side with Jacob’s Sibling. It made her more determined than ever to stick it to Tulip. Seriously, have you noticed that Merula defaults to anger and “revenge” when people she had grown to love stab her in the pact? It’s a depressing pattern in her life.

Adding onto that, the question becomes - when did Tulip and Merula know that they loved each other? Of course, there may have been moments of open infatuation during their first two years at Hogwarts. I envision them being each other’s valentines (because who else would be?) cuddling a lot whenever they’d crash together. Perhaps they shared a kiss at some point. Who knows. But while they may have expressed feelings to each other, I feel like they weren’t ever officially a couple. I mean, they were still preteens and whatnot. So their falling-out wasn’t a “break-up” but it had elements of that. It had that tone. Even so, the ambiguity and lack of a label almost makes it that much worse. What I’m driving at is - they definitely hadn’t exchanged the “I love you” bomb before they parted ways. I believe Tulip knew the moment that she had betrayed Merula that she had make a mistake. That from that point, it hit her just how much she had given up. How much she missed Merula. How much she regretted losing her, how it was never about glory - just about her. In that moment, Tulip knew. It wasn’t just friendship. It wasn’t even just a crush. She was in love with the Best Witch at Hogwarts. Contrasting that, I think that while Tulip had a moment of realization after the falling-out, Merula went very much into denial. Telling herself she never liked Tulip. That she was always just dead-weight, and Merula was stupid for having thought she would be useful. But that was all she had ever been. Just...potentially useful. That was all. She told herself this lie, all the way up to finding Tulip and Jacob’s Sibling together. That broke her. It definitely made her realize how much it hurt to have lost Tulip. To say that she was jealous would be putting it lightly. Merula did what she always does, which was to default to anger and the illusion of pride, but don’t think for one second that it didn’t kill her inside to see Tulip with Jacob’s Sibling. The hurting. The yearning. She was in love with Tulip, and she hated herself for it. I feel like that could be why she lost to Jacob’s Sibling so easily in that duel. She was distracted. When she warned MC that Tulip would betray them, and ran off...I feel like she ran off to go cry.

From that point on, Tulip and Merula were on opposite sides, but they still saw each other. I think that, however much Merula went to head off Jacob’s Sibling to the Vault of Fear, she also knew there was a chance that she would see Tulip again. Though she’d never admit it to herself, she was hoping that she would. When she and Ismelda were defeated - through the efforts, no less, of another former friend who had left her for MC - Merula was forced to retreat. And fume. And sob. If she had only known the form of Tulip’s Boggart, she might have understood. Speaking of that, I don’t think Tulip knew what her Boggart would be ahead of time, but when she saw it - she wasn’t surprised at all. Jacob’s Sibling was, however. I like to think that this was the moment Jacob’s Sibling deduced what was truly going on between their new friend and their old enemy. I also like to think that they became a low-key shipper on deck for Tulula. Assuming that they didn’t have romantic tension with either of these characters them-self, but this isn’t about MC. On an unrelated note, can you imagine Tulip’s reaction to post-Riddikulus Merula? I feel like it was either a sense of revulsion for it being such “wrong” version of her, or an awkward moment of “...Okay that’s actually an attractive look for her.” Or perhaps both. Feelings can be complicated after all.

Tulip clearly wanted Merula back. This is obvious from the multiple times she defended Merula when MC would trash her, and the multiple times she invited Merula to join their cause, both after that duel I mentioned earlier and during Year 4. Let’s talk about that incident. We don’t ever see the two of them interact. We don’t witness Tulip asking Merula, and she clearly did it behind MC’s back. At first, I feel like Merula told Tulip to go stuff it, until she mentioned that MC had no idea Tulip came to her. I think that would have made all the difference, and perked Merula’s interest. She was definitely insecure about Tulip and MC’s friendship, I can tell you that much. I think letting Merula back into Jacob’s Room was an olive branch extended by Tulip. A baby step toward reconciliation. Even if Merula only accepted it for her own needs and purposes, it was still a baby step. Sorry, but I just can’t get over how gleeful Merula was about getting to blindside MC with the surprise that she and Tulip were waiting for them in Jacob’s Room. I also feel like Tulip wanted to reconnect with Merula before she got too close to Madam Rakepick. Because as we can all remember well, Tulip, like Snape, saw through Rakepick immediately. Saw her for what she was. So do you think she was in any way comfortable with Merula talking to her? Of course not.

I’d also be remiss not to talk more in depth about the Frog Choir TLSQ. Goodness gracious me, that incident is one big Tulula ship-tease. Like I said before, Tulip clearly still cares about Merula and while Merula defaults to anger whenever she sees Tulip and MC...as I’ve said before, I think her anger is a mask for pain. And her pain is the result of missing Tulip and feeling jealous that she “chose” Jacob’s Sibling. I feel like Tulip and Merula had fond memories shared during the first two years where they would try to sing to each other. Trade laughs about how abysmal Tulip was at singing, and then when it was Merula’s turn...well, Tulip might have planned to feed her ego and say that she was skilled no matter what...but she didn’t need to sugarcoat anything. Merula was a beautiful singer and Tulip was captivated. So was Dennis. By the way, Merula definitely would pet-sit Dennis from time to time, perhaps over the winter holidays when Tulip was forced to come home. She might have feared that her parents would try to get rid of Dennis, and she trusted Merula like no one else, to take care of him. All of these background details are important because they’re the foundation for this quest. Tulip already knowing about Merula’s mother and that she’ll want to join the Frog Choir. Dennis liking Merula, and the whole idea of Merula and Dennis joining the Choir together. I really like the ending where MC gives up their spot to let this idea go through. Whether you’re a Merula fan, a Tulip x Merula shipper, or both...it’s just the happiest ending, and I think Jacob’s Sibling, as I said, could pick up on the vibes going on between these two.

Let’s talk about Rakepick. Always a fun subject, right? Alright but for real, it’s important because both Tulip and Merula had very keen opinions about her. During Year 5, Merula grew a lot closer to Jacob’s Sibling. Setting aside the ship-tease between those two characters, I believe she thoroughly enjoyed the idea of “stealing” MC from Tulip and letting her see how it felt to have someone she cares about choose someone else - bonus points because MC “chose” Merula. Of course, this is all because the two of them spent most of their time with Bill and Rakepick. I think Merula neglected all other relationships in her life, including Ismelda, during that year. I think Tulip felt more isolated than ever, and I think she felt like she was on the outside. She was lonely, and scared too. Because she never trusted Rakepick, and probably feared what Merula was learning from her. Having all of her worst impulses and instincts groomed. It only got worse during that big fight scene in the library, when she realized that Bill was extremely loyal to Rakepick as well. Bill, the unofficial “mom friend” of the group. But why did Tulip mistrust her so thoroughly, and what does it have to do with her ultimate betrayal? I’ve talked about this before, but Merula has a pattern in her life of starting to trust people and then being betrayed by them. What’s more...Tulip and Rakepick actually have a lot in common. They do. They’re both lawless adventurers who laugh in authority’s face and do whatever the hell they want. They’re crafty and resourceful and Rakepick is probably everything that Tulip tried to be during her friendship with Merula. She is the mindset that led to her stabbing Merula in the back. And sure enough, Tulip’s anxieties came true. Rakepick tortured the girl she loved, the girl she had betrayed...I’m telling you, Tulip fears becoming like Rakepick. She probably associates, even unconsciously, her own betrayal of Merula with what happened in the Portrait Vault. All of this to say that Tulip and Merula wouldn’t be in a comfortable place in Year 6. Tulip would be more desperate than ever for reconciliation, but Merula would shove her away as she is doing to everyone...and then she starts fawning over Jacob? Oh, catch Tulip slipping off to her dormitory to cry about that…

But that doesn’t mean reconciliation is impossible. They still have history together. The sanctuary still exists. Perhaps they’ll find it again. Year 7 is still in our future. And I want to believe that they’ll find their way back to each other.

#Tulip Karasu #Merula Snyde #Tulip Karasu x Merula Snyde #Tulula #HPHM Headcanons #HPHM Analysis #HPHM Jacob's Sibling #Patricia Rakepick #Harry Potter: Hogwarts Mystery

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Being Home -- Part 7

It’s not just as straight forward as walking through the front door and saying hi.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6

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Under the cut for Spoilers for The Long Reach Part 2!!!

He hadn’t pushed for her to come to him, and he hadn’t brought it up with any of the boys. His mother had assured him that the relationship between Tanusha and the Hood was out in the open now. Yet it felt like broaching the subject with her was somehow still wrong.

He wasn’t sure if it was a shock or not that his own disappearance had lead to Kyrano becoming crazed by his brother’s actions, leading him down a spiralling path that nobody was sure he could ever get fully out of.

Val told him that the younger woman still hadn’t forgiven her Uncle for her father’s ill health, something Jeff had had to question further about. Answers had been clipped, the look in Val’s eyes telling him that they weren’t questions for her to answer.

They had always been close. Since the day the Hood had threatened her in front of him there had been a fierce need to protect the daughter he had never had. Kyrano was still very much her father, but Tanusha and Jeff’s relationship had been just as close and he had cherished it. The days where she had come to him, just because, and the nights where she had shared her hopes, dreams, and fears. He knew it was a privelige that she let him as close as she did, and his heart lurched at the thought that maybe things might have changed. That maybe, in leaving, he had let her down.

He wasn’t sure if Tanusha purposefully waited until he was feeling mentally better, or if it were a coincidence. He wondered if it were Virgil that had told her, after all it was the middle son whom he had confided in earlier in the week that his head was finally feeling clearer. Emotions that had felt fragile after reentry were settling, the tight feeling in his chest that had nothing to do with the air pressure had finally eased enough to allow him to dare to breathe. For the first time in years he was starting to feel human again.

Then the young, vulnerable girl he had unintentionally left behind had turned up. Green eyes scanning him as if he could break on her at any moment, wide and fearful.

“Tanusha?” He murmured, pulling the reading glasses off and setting them on the table.

She swallowed as she stepped into the room, taking a slow breath as she folded her arms and looked to the floor.

“I’m sorry.”

He frowned, not following the statement for the briefest of moments.

Then realisation hit.

“Kayo,” He tutted softly, pushing himself to his feet and wincing at the stiffness in his knees. Eyes tracked him as he crossed the room to her, limping as his left knee refused to wake up from having been sat for quite so long.

If she thought his hands resting on her shoulders was simply a way for him to hold himself up, she would have been wrong.

“What happened wasn’t your fault.”

The way her lip trembled as she looked up to him told him everything he needed to know. Maybe the truth was out in the open, maybe his mother had told her a million times that she couldn’t blame herself, maybe he had come home safe.

None of that mattered to the young woman stuck in the middle of it all.

“You do not control your Uncle’s actions,” He murmured to her, “You couldn’t have known what he would do.”

Her eyes dropped as she shook her head, her arms wrapping around herself as she sniffed, “Pappa blamed himself. He went after him, and when he came back…” she trailed off, eyes screwing shut with the memory as she reaching up to scrub at her face with her fists.

“Oh darling.” He sighed, arms pulling her into his chest and holding on tight.

It was too little far too late. He should have told the boys from the outset despite her protests. Of course it would have created additional friction for her once he was gone. With the Hood to blame for it all he could only imagine what had gone through the young woman’s mind.

“Uncle broke Pappa,” she whispered, resting her head on his shoulder, “and I couldn’t stop either of them.”

Jeff had been there before, stuck between the two brothers trying to stop one from tearing a lump out of the other. Despite being a calm man, Kyrano was as subborn as Jeff himself. He could guess how the man would have blamed himself for his brothers actions just as his daughter obviously had done. He would have become fixated, determined to stop the Hood from doing any more harm.

Apparently at cost to himself.

He wasn’t sure there were any words of comfort he could utter to help. What did you say to the woman that had lost everyone dear to her?

“I hate him.” She murmured, “I hate my Uncle and I hope he rots.”

It wasn’t the kind of statement he would expect from her. Eight years was a long time to harbour feelings towards a man that had taken both her father and someone she saw as a father from her.

Although he wouldn’t say it quite so explicitly, Jeff could appreciate the feeling. The Hood had once been a friend, but after all that he had done to both families, Jeff knew that the freindship had truly been forgotten.

“Can I see him?” He asked her, frowning as he looked down, “Will your father take visitors?”

Pulling back, she smiled slightly, “I think he would like that.”

Jeff nodded, tucking her hair back behind her ear with a small smile of his own. The Hoods words from weeks earlier echoing in his ears.

***

His mother had tried to insist they go inside, but Jeff was far more interested in ensuring the Hood made it safely to custody. It was only that Virgil had taken his side, reminded his grandmother that Jeff knew more of the Hood’s tricks than anyone, that had seen her give in.

He didn’t mention that he was also hoping to catch Val before she left. Only to be disappointed when Scott informed him that Colonel Casey had already left the Island with the pair of siblings known as the Chaos Crew, leaving a young Captian and his team to recieve their special guest.

As they had stepped back out onto the runway, Virgil under his arm, he had instantly spotted the man in question. Tall but stocky in build, and clearly laughing at whatever the woman stood with him was saying.

“Is that--” He started, not sure if it was still the change in light that was messing with his eyes, or if Kayo really had grown up that much.

Virgil hummed in question as he glanced across to him and then back to the GDF flier, “Oh, your eyes, uh, I should have got you some sunglasses or something.”

Shaking his head Jeff waved him off, “I can manage without for now, this is more important.”

Tutting, he felt rather than saw the disapproval in his son’s face as he focused on the daughter he had never had. Yes, it was definitely her, just grown from a girl into a young woman. The childish roundness of her cheeks gone, but the trademark ponytail remaining.

As they neared he didn’t miss the way her face dropped at the sight of her Uncle. She had seemed to be quite happy talking to Rigby until the rest of them had arrived. Her glare was cold and aimed solely at the man Scott and Gordon were escorting towards the GDF carrier.

“Captian Rigby,” Scott nodded, “I trust you’ll take good care of our uninvited guest here.”

Rigby grimaced as he took a grip on the Hood’s arm, “Don’t you worry, we have a nice cell in Solitary Confinement all ready and waiting for him.”

Jeff straightened, knowing that there was little that could easily hold him, “You had best check him for gadgets as well…”

He trailed off as the Captian’s eyes landed on him, the young man’s back straightening.

“Colonel Tracy, Sir, an honour to finally meet you.” A glance towards his detainee and he added, “I only wish it were different circumstances.”

Watching the Hood, Jeff nodded, “There’ll be time for all that, Captain. Just be sure he doesn’t give you any trouble.”

He didn’t miss how the Hood rolled his eyes, “Yes, yes, I’m still here you know?”

“I’d enjoy the company whilst you can,” Rigby commented, “It’s the last you’re going to get for a very long time.”

The Hood snorted, turning his gaze back on Jeff with that knowing smile the father had come to hate, “In that case, Jeff, do give my regards to my brother. That is if he is taking visitors now, I seem to recall him being somewhat deranged the last time I visited.”

“That’s enough.” Virgil growled, his whole body tensing alongside his father’s.

“Get him out of here.” Kayo uttered.

He knew there was an obvious question to be asked. When he had left Kyrano had been home, very much part of the family life. Yet, it was only the reminder from the man’s brother that had led Jeff to realise the absence of one of his closest friends.

From the look on everyone’s face though, he could guess it wasn’t the time for such a question. Kyrano was no longer at home on the Island, and Jeff dreaded to think what that could mean for the other man’s health.

#thunderbirds are go #The Long Reach Part 2 #jeff tracy #kayo kyrano #Kyrano #The Hood #Thunderbirds 2015 #scribbles writes #post episode fic

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linkspooky · 5 years ago

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Top 10 Danganronpa characters

Normally my motto is “No Heroes, Only Villains.” In general I tend to dislike main characters because a lot of authors take short cuts to have the main character feel important, and end up bending the story around them. Whereas while villains are darker characters overall, because the narrative always frames their actions as bad they are usually far more complex characters with deeper, darker, struggles driving them udnerneath the surface.

The one exception to my rule is Uchikoshi’s Zero Escape series, and Kodaka’s Dangan Ronpa series where I usually end up stanning the protagonist. Due to the fact that the objective of Dangan Ronpa is to inflict as much despair on the protagonist as possible, I can kind of see why this series is the one exception to my rule.

1. Mukuro Ikusaba - “I’m so sorry, Junko. I never really understood what despair was. But it’s going to be all right now. I finally understand. So… I’ll make sure I make you happy, Junko. I’ll make sure I fill you with despair. I’ll save Makoto… I’ll make sure the others don’t die. I’ll let them escape from this place…”

Most of the entries on this list are going to be characters I think have a solid narrative in their game/source material, rather than just picking characters I like. For example I like Tanaka, Mikan, a lot of the characters that fill up the killing game cast are faves however I want to judge them for their arc as a whole. Ikusaba Mukuro is my one exception because she is my absolute favorite character in Dangan Ronpa and she’s one of the most wasted narrative potentials. This likely comes as a result of Dangan Ronpa the original being the worst written game of the three, which lets a lot of its characters including Mukuro go to waste.

Mukuro is a child soldier who’s been trained her entire life. She’s also a victim of sibling abuse, from her only genuine family and the one who loves her. What complicates this is Mukuro is also a bad person, she’s a terrorist who works for despair not because she believes it, but instead to make her sister happy. Mukuro’s lived her entire life to make her sister happy, and her sister loves nothing more than misery despair. You can see where the conflict arises.

Narita’s rendition of Mukuro makes her one of the best characters in Dangan Ronpa. She’s a heartless murderer, but that’s because she has no one in her life except Junko. Of course life is worthless to her she’s never even been shown how to live. When Mukuro is introduced to ideas like love, she’s actually terrified. She’s so scared of other people she considers just talking to people to be worse than taking a shotgun blast to the face. Mukuro’s just so bad at being herself it’s easier to be the doll that Junko plays with. Which is why her turning from despair to hope because of the connections she made with Class 78, and Makoto still believing in her even after she chose to betray them and start the killing game is one of the coolest narrative ideas in Dangan Ronpa. Too bad it only happens in a Ryoga Narita short story.

2. Matsuda Yauske - “Who are you going to report me to? The National Japanese Ugly People Association? That kind of organization would be guilty of discrimination just by existing.”

Matsuda is also a character that could have had greater importance to the series as a whole, but I do think Dangan Ronpa Zero enough to tell his story. Matsuda is an almost perfect protagonist of a tragedy, his heroic qualities are what drag him underneath the surface of the water and cause him to drown. He’s just a kid who wants to protect his childhood friend no matter what the cost. After losing his mother, he made a promise that the two of them were going to spend the rest of their lives taking care of each other and Matsuda does his best to fulfill his end of that promise.

Oh, also that childhood friend is a terrorist trying to destroy the school he is currently attending, and also killing several innocent people and forcing him to hide the bodies. Matsuda is deep down a very good person, but he hides it under his apathetic attitude and his harsh tongue. It shows that good people are perfectly capable of doing bad things. Matsuda knows exactly how wrong his actions are, but he takes them anyway out of desperation. We see him agonize over what he has to do, and then never forgive himself when he does. The rapid deterioration of his mental state because he a doctor, is hurting people, and even hurting the one he loves by protecting her is so compelling. Junko’s claws are already dug so deep into his skin, but he doesn’t want to escape because even with her arms wrapped around her neck at least Junko is still holding onto him.

Matsuda’s a character whose both selfless to an unhealthy extent, and also self-motivated. Junko points this out (helpfully) and his complexity comes from the fact he’s not either or, but both at once. Yes, he’s trying to fix what happened to his mother by fixing Junko’s brain. Yes, he wants to protect Junko because that gives him a place to belong. However, at the same time he is doing all of this because he does genuinely love Junko, and that’s his despair. You can tell despite Ryoko being a Junko who does not care about despair, who is happy go lucky and completely dependant on him like he wants, she chafes him. He can’t stand Ryoko deep down, because he knows Ryoko is not Junko. Matsuda defines him entirely by his use to others and he fell in love with the girl who only knows how to use and manipulate others. It’s a match made in hell.

3. Enoshima Junko - Hope is harmony. A just heart, moving toward the light. That is all. Despair is hope’s polar opposite. It is messy and confusing.

The most hardworking character in any story is the villain. Junko defines Danganronpa, Junko practically is Dangan Ronpa. That being said while her appearances in the main games are fun to read, she really shines as a fave of mine in Dangan Ronpa Zero. This is the few times we get a peek at what’s going on inside of Junko’s head instead of having to view from what she decides to show us on the outside.

Junko’s so fascinating because she’s just too smart for the world around her. Her brain’s not broken, it works a little bit too well. She sees no point in making relationships because everybody around her acts so predictably they might as well be playing roles on a stage. Everyone is reading off of a script without even knowing it.

You get the sense that Junko this amazingly talented girl, idolized, worshipped, loved by all, always in the center of the spotlight, just wants any life that’s not hers. Despite having been handed everything she can’t enjoy a single part of life. She has a very “I’m taking my ball and going home attitude” towards hope, if Junko can’t see the appeal of hope, if she can’t enjoy her school life then no one should be able to.

There’s something viscerally pleasing to read in her desire to break the world around her. If everybody is reading from a script then burn the script. If everyone fits too easily into a box then she should destroy all the boxes. Junko herself is more of a personified Jungian Shadow, meant to drudge up the worst parts of society from the bottom of the ocean and make it float and burn on the surface of the water like long buried oil. However, I also find her character to be unique and compelling, not because she’s a psychopath but rather because she isn’t. Junko is capable of loving people, but she’s so bored that you’re guranteed to be worse off if she likes you, because you’re going to be disected while still alive just to prove you’re a living person and not a doll.

4. Saihara Shuichi - “The only time I can use my detective talent is after someone dies… A detective…can’t save anyone. I’m only useful after it’s already too late.”

Welcome to the I-Like-Dangan-Ronpa protagonists list. Shuichi is my favorite protagonist for a main sereis game, because he’s really the only one who has a strong arc through all six chapters. Makoto is the original danganronpa protagonist, but he’s much more interesting when he’s deconstructed by the other characters around him.

Shuichi’s so interesting as a protagonist because he doesn’t always keep on hoping. In fact he gets scared, he runs away, he lies in his bed for days doing absolutely nothing. Shuichi is just as sensitive of a boy as Makoto is, but that emotinoal sensitivity is a flaw because it makes him fragile. Makoto would never give into despair, but Shuichi does which makes him all the more strong for pulling out of it.

He’s timid, easily gets pushed around by others, what makes Shuichi so appealing is because he’s a terrible main character. The game even highlights this in the protaognist swap, Kaede was too strong, and Shuichi too weak to be a lead. There’s even hatemail in the game that’s like Shuichi sucks bring Kaede back and it’s hilarious. He has none of the strength of normal main characters. In fact he’s a walking bundle of nerves and weaknesses. Despite being a detective he’s not even as great as investigating as Kirigiri, and definitely not as cool. Yet, Shuichi struggles so much for every single step in the way. Most of the Dangan Ronpa games end with We’ll keep on hoping, which is a fine message but also pretty generic. DRV3 has the strongest themes of the series and it ends with Shuichi saying I don’t give a damn about hope, I’m going back to my real life. Which is all the stronger because you find out that Shuichi isn’t special, nor was he even that great of a person, he’s just kind of an creepy anti-social kid that sucked. His improvement feels so great because we’ve seen him accept that past self, but at the same time leave it behind.

5. Akamatsu Kaede “..And that's why we need to expose the mastermind and end this dumb killing game! So we can smile with everyone else!”

Kaede is also another comnentary on Makoto, but instead of passive she’s active. I’ve always called her an aggressive optimist. Makoto will just be very tolerant of other people, be patient with them, listen to them, whereas Kaede wants to be friends and she will beat your tragic backstory out of you if she needs to.

This is once again a case of a great Dangan Ronpa character going to waste, but the protagonist switch gave us Shuichi so while I’m disappointed I can still live with the choice. What I love about Kaede and Shuichi as dual protagonists is how well they compliment one another. Kaede is friendly and social but she’s not necessarily nice or empathic. Shuichi is nice and empathic, but he’s anti-social and too timid to go out and make friends. I like deconstructions of empathy because Shuichi is kind of too empathic, he’s always so concerned with how others feel he lets his own heart get trampled over. Kaede’s the exact opposite, she’ll trample over other people trying to make them happy because she’s just too headstrong.

She’s a version of Makoto where her relentless optimism, her ability to make friends, both of these things are flaws because Kaede doesn’t really understand other people’s struggles the same way Shuichi does. Which is why both of them shine the best when they’re together because as a duo they really don’t get along that much underneath the surface. Kaede is all about trusting everyone, but in the end she takes everything into her own hands. Shuichi acts like he wants everyone to rely on him but at the same time his self esteem is so low that he wants someone else to come and take the responsibility away from him. Which is why their relationship which seems to be perfectly complementary on the surface falls apart. Another thing I love about the two of them is most of the Dangan Ronpa guy/girl investigation duos are basically the girl just giving hints and being perfectly helpful to the guy the entire time, whereas Shuichi and Kaede both lie to each other while pretending they’re each other’s most trusted person.

It’s a really great arc even if I wish Kaede had lived to see the consequences of the two of them falling apart and failing to trust each other rather than dying.

6. Hinata Hajime / Izuru Kamukura “I’m not interested.”

Hinata Hajime is a boring rehash of Naegi Makoto whose only major difference is being slightly more anxious for the first five chapters, and then he becomes one of the most amazing characters in Dangan Ronpa. If you reread SDR2 knowing the Izuru Twist, Hinata’s character becomes a lot more distinct.

The best way I’ve ever heard Hinata described is “Like Makoto, but not genuine about it.” Makoto is just a friendly guy who really likes everyone and really wants to help everyone, he’s kind of simple. Whereas, Hinata wants to be that person really desperately but he can’t. Because Hinata wants to be important. When he helps someone he wants to be relied on. When he makes a friend, he wants them to be an important friend. He wants to be selfless, but he can’t stop thinking about himself for one minute because he’s an anxious mess.

DR3 is bad, but one of the few things it got right was Reserve Course Hinata’s genuine attitude. He seems angry and confrontational, but that’s only because he hates the idea of other people looking down on him. He’s always worried about what other people think of him, so being so confrontational helps him be avoidant. Nobody looks too close if he pretends to have a strong personality.

Hinata is just someone so intensely disatisfied with himself he decided to get a surgery to take his brain out of his head and let him become someone else. Except Hinata can’t escape himself because Koameda is walking around as a walking callout post for him. This is what you look like. This is how you act. This is what you became in your desperation to become special, Komaeda just doesn’t hide it.

7. Fukawa Toko “My theory is that happy people can only write happy, shallow novels.“

Everybody told me to wait until UDG before I judged anything about Toko, but she was one of the few Non-Junko characters that I loved from the first game. What I like about Toko is how ugly, and miserable she is at all times. Toko’s like so unlikable that people generally get along with her split-personality better than her, because even though Jack is a serial killer she’s less difficult to deal with.

Toko’s actually pretty low empathy. She doesn’t feel that much guilt over Jack being a serial killer. She doesn’t see herself in people suffering in front of her, even when they’re literal children who turned to murder because their parents were abusing them so badly she’s like nope, nope, nothing to see here. However that’s the appeal, Toko’s literally had the empathy beaten out of her. The reason she doesn’t feel those things is because she can’t.

Toko’s so obviously broken, she’s a bundle of inferiority complexes and trauma just trying desperately to hide herself together. She’s an obvious victim of bullying, and yet she’ll bully people the second they get close to her. She’s not soft, or nice at all, and will say things to hurt you. Toko responds to ugliness with ugliness. She responds to hatred with hatred. She’s cinderella but she wasn’t able to remain kind when her wicked stepmothers abused her, os she became a serial killer instead. There’s something so raw about a girl cut apart with scissors desperately trying to piece herself back together.

8. Shingetsu Nagisa "D-Don't be stupid! That's not true! I'll be a kid until I die! I would rather die right now than become an adult! Don't you believe me?"

I love all the kids from Ultra Despair girls, but once again Nagisa is my favorite because he has the most developed arc out of all of them. Nagisa is continually acting burdened by everyone around him. He’s always way in over his head, up to his neck in blood and has no idea what to do. He’s also the only one who seems to be consciously aware that they’re doing something bad and trying to justify it to himself.

Nagisa is always overburdening himself, but much like Matsuda he does this because it’s the only way he knows how to function. If he wasn’t useful to everyone around him he would be thrown out. Nagisa continually pushes himself into unhealthier and unhealthier situations.

And the best part about his arc is we get to see him crumble. He has this narrative where everyone always has expectations for him, and being told that nobody expects anything from him is his breaking point. He’s begging people to use him. He descends into a screaming fit and you realize this is a kid who has been used his entire life and thinks being loved is having someone who needs you.

9. “I am not like you. I believe in power. No matter how many I make into victims, even if it means my death, I shall destroy despair. That is my resolve!”

It’s hard to describe why I like Munakata. His confrontation with Makoto is one of my favorite scenes in the series, but out of context Dangan Ronpa dialogue always sounds so ridiculous. Munakata, no we need to kill the concept of despair, we need to kill everyone whose ever even felt sadness. If you disregard how the hope vs despair conflict kind of got ridiculous in DR3, there’s a lot of interesting parts about Munakata’s character.

He’s like a version of Makoto’s character who grew up into someone really unpleasant. He’s trying so hard to be the symbol of hope that Makoto just kind of is on accident. He’s one of the few characters who is a strict idealist that I like, because it shows how much Munakata cares about ideas over justice or hope over people to the point where he ends up being the reason that the people he loved dies.

I like Munakata because he’s a bad person even though he’s fighting for objectively good reasons. He’s such a strict utilitarian he always uses people and has to be in control. He’s terrible to his own close friends. You get the sense that he never really knew either of them. That’s why it’s fun to see him destroy everything with his own hands, and realize after the fact that even when he was nothing left to fight for he has to keep going. Kodaka originally said he was going to die, but he realized making him live at the end with no reason to live was the better option and I agree it was the best possible conclusion to his character.

10. “Because you know I...things like murder, these kinds of abnormal crimes, from the bottom of my heart... LOVE THEM MORE THAN ANYTHING.”

Takumi is a big weirdo and I love him. He’s a unique vigilante killer who kills other serial killers not because of any sense of justice, but rather because he thinks they’re all way too lame and he wants to find a really cool killer that lives up to his standards. Takumi is all about the spectacle of killing.

His brain is so weird that to him the feeling of watching his classmates cut apart with a knife is similiar to the feeling of falling in love. He’s a copycat killer but only because the killers he meet are so incompetent and unmotivated that he has to show them how to do it better.

You get the sense that some part of Takumi is dead inside, because when he’s not killing people he’s lounging around acting like a NEET. He likes murder because the knowledge that death is so close is the only thing that makes him truly feel alive and life worth living to him. Ironically, he’s searching for a way to live in his grim fascination with death. There’s just so many tropes turned on their head and inverted for Takumi to the point where black becomes white and white becomes black that it makes his whole story so fun.

#kaibutsushidousha #spooky speaks #mukuro ikusaba #matsuda yasuke #junko enoshima #shuichi saihara #kaede akamatsu #hinata hajime #fukawa toko #nagisa shingetsu #munakata kyosuke #takumi hijirihara

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felicity helena burgess is the twenty year old sophomore in professor ellison’s classics course. they are a capricorn, which is probably what makes them so creative and diligent. every time i see them, i can’t help but think of loose fitted turtle necks, the smell of your grandmother’s coco chanel, the sound of turning pages, no makeup but red lipstick, running barefoot in a graveyard past midnight, the smell of fresh coffee in the early morning, golden glitter stuck to your skin.

FULL NAME : felicity helena burgess

NICKNAME : effy/effie, flick (to family members only)

BIRTHDAY : january 9 1999

ZODIAC : capricorn sun, scorpio moon, capricorn rising

NATIONALITY : american

RELIGION : roman catholic

SEXUAL & ROMANTIC ORIENTATION : bisexual , biromantic

HOMETOWN : fairfield, connecticut & new york, new york

FAMILY :

father: laurent (laurence) burgess

mother: jacqueline black

full siblings: ambrose burgess, 28 & brother, 21-22 (wanted connection!)

half sibling: emile burgess, 42, from father’s first marriage

step sibling: step sister , 18-22, from father’s current marriage (wanted connection!)

ACCENT : posh, new england

LANGUAGES SPOKEN : english (germanic), french (romance), german (germanic), russian (slavic), mandarin (indic, eastern zone), greek (hellenic / literate, not fluent), arabic (indic / literate , not fluent)

MAJOR : english literature

MINOR(S) : french and romance philology & greek

HOBBIES : reading, horseback riding, tennis, tarot card readings, collecting vinyl

AESTHETICS : loose fitted turtle necks, the smell of your grandmother’s coco chanel, the sound of turning pages, no makeup but red lipstick, running barefoot in a graveyard past midnight, the smell of fresh coffee in the early morning, golden glitter stuck to your skin + PINTEREST

CHARACTER PARALLELS : camilla macaulay (the secret history), siobhan roy (succession), kitsey barbour (the goldfinch), amma crellin (sharp objects), alice charles (the politician)

FAMILY PARALLELS : roy family (succession) belfort family (wolf of wall street), horowitz family (clueless),

BACKGROUND & FAMILY DYNAMICS

if you grew up in north america, you have probably heard of the burgess family. hell, even if you didn’t grow up in america, you have probably heard of the burgess family.

though they pride themselves on “small town family values” and “keeping the business in the family,” the burgess family has no intention of actually relating to small town america, to trusted catholic traditions, to family run businesses.

true, the leaders of the multibillion dollar media conglomerate known as VVIO are all close friends of the family, if not actually family members, but that’s about where the similarities between the burgesses and middle class america end.

Vvio is one of the largest media conglomerates in north america. think similar to cbs/viacom, they have news, movies, television, late night shows, streaming platforms ! whew..

their father, laurent burgess, known better as laurence in an attempt to americanize himself after emigrating from france in the 1960′s, is the ceo and mastermind behind Vvio. coming from a poor family from the outskirts of paris, laurence moved to america’s real capital — new york city, not dc — with big dreams and even bigger ambitions.

in the grand scheme of things, Vvio grew into the multibillion dollar corporation that it is today rather quickly. by the time laurence was in his early 30′s, he was a millionaire. at that point, he was married to a woman he’d known in france, his “first love,” who he’d flown out from their small town to be with him in new york at the first signs of success.

he was a multi millionaire, a drug addict, an alcoholic, a serial cheater. he fell in love with a young french model in the 80′s, and is having an affair for an entire year before his wife finds out. though they try to reconcile, they ultimately end up getting a divorce, and he marries the french model not even a year later.

that french model was jacqueline black, felicity’s mother. they would be married for nineteen years before ultimately getting a divorce, which both can be blamed for, but it was mostly laurence and his inability to stay faithful or sober

the burgesses grew up in fairfield, ct. each of the siblings attended private school in the city, a near two hour commute each way for the best education possible.

THE SIBLINGS: growing up, everyone was constantly fighting for the attention of their father. the eldest son, ambrose was “the fuck up,” but he’s a rich fuck up, so did it really matter? very george bush-esque — always drunk, doing coke, fucking prostitutes, but did he still get into harvard with no merits because of his last name? you bet. emile was their father’s pride and joy. which wasn’t necessarily a good thing, when all his siblings had daggers in their eyes thinking that he was just as much a fuck up as ambrose. it was true, fortune favors the fuck ups. felicity’s other older brother (wc!!) would be the obvious choice to take over. sure, he can be wild, reckless, and impulsive — but he’s intelligent, fiercely competitive, and a people person through and through. everybody loves him. except for their father, who seems not to notice all the areas in which he excels. felicity is “daddy’s little girl” which was nice as a kid, she was favored and loved and one of the few children in which he shows affection toward — but it quickly grew old as she grew up. intelligent and well rounded, never one to drunkenly throw herself off a bridge like her, or snort so much cocaine they can’t move their legs, or get in a car accident that needs covering up like her brothers. but no matter what, she was the little girl. kept away from the business and the politics, a fragile mind like hers couldn’t “handle it.” she spends so much time trying to prove herself again and again to her father, that she was just as intelligent and capable as her brothers, only to churn out the same goddamn result. her relationship with her step sister (wc!!) isn’t a great one, seeing as they are the same age, and have been in competition with one another since they became sisters at thirteen. but she has it lucky — she will never feel the need to fight for laurence’s attention.

PERSONALITY

when felicity was three years old she wondered into the section of the house her father forbade the kids from going. included in that section was his library — an enormous room with high ceilings, covered ceiling to floor with bookshelves, lined with all sorts of books from academic papers to novels, first edition to signed copies, etc. she fell in love, and when her father found her in there, he decided to let her explore, expand her horizons instead of punishing her for breaking the rules (which probably would have happened had it been one of her brothers, rather than her)

it was the start of her love for all things language arts & literature. her father saw it early on, deciding to hone in on the skill, he allowed and encouraged her to pick one book from his library each week. while the jacqueline spoke to all their kids in french, laurence also decided it was best to hire tutors for felicity, who clearly had a knack for languages, and encouraged her to learn some of the world’s most important languages, as well as choose ones that she would like to learn based on interest alone (like greek, for example)

felicity is an academic through and through. not only does it come naturally to her, but she enjoys learning. unlike her brothers, going out and getting fucked up all weekend isn’t her idea of fun. she’s much more straight edge — enjoys sophisticated dinner parties with a glass of wine. if she’s hanging out with “the boys,” she’ll have a glass of scotch. she never drinks in excess, always seems very collected and poised, and is the first to call out her siblings for acting idiotically. not that they care, there never seems to be any repercussions in the burgess family, not legally at least — though their father’s disappointment tends to be one of the worst consequences imaginable.

picking a weekly book from her father’s library continued until she moved to attend leopold university at eighteen. when she was thirteen, she came across a book on astrology, and was completely enamored by it. of course, she’d learned about zodiacs before, but never in depth, and it became a new project for her, learning everything about the signs and birth charts, planets and placements. by fourteen she was discovering her entire family’s birth charts, seeing how they each fit in and played a part. with one another. this eventually lead to other spiritual activities, such as tarot cards, which is now one of her biggest passions. she has a collection of different decks, but her favorite remains as the deck she’d bought for herself at seventeen, from a vintage, spiritual and healing store in the east village of new york.

emile was the first of the burgess siblings to be accepted to leopold and handpicked by professor ellison, so that when felicity and the others decided to attend, he’d already had the burgesses on his radar. one of the most powerful families in north america, and even the world, it was no wonder that ellison had taken an interest in them. since joining the classics course last year, felicity has formed quite a special bond with their professor. her knack and knowledge of multiple languages has piqued his interest, and they often sit together in his office and discuss works of different origins and translations and compare the literatures together. professor ellison has been helping her in her quest to learn greek and also arabic, which so far she has almost mastered reading, but still needs to work on speaking.

kind of has major daddy issues, thanks to spending her whole life competing for her father’s validation, which is where her strive for professor ellison’s validation comes from. she really seeks for his approval and favoritism, because it’s his validation that soothes the open wound that her father could never seem to fill with his empty promises and lack of approval

RANDOM HCS/TIDBITS

has a big, fat orange cat named henri

drinks 3-4 cups of coffee every day, along with 2-3 cups of tea

has never received a grade lower than 97%

wears a lot of gold jewelry, especially gold rings

wants to be a novelist, and yet hasn’t even started working on her first novel. does have a few published short stories and poems, though.

has an entire drawer in her apartment full of crystals for different days, moods, seasons, health issues, etc.

parisian girl at heart, spent many summer and winter vacations in paris and it’s her favorite place in the entire world. yes, she romanticizes the fuck out of it

that being said, she romanticizes the fuck out of everything and everyone. perhaps it has something to do with being a writer and a poet. you’re always sad and in love with something.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

siblings! she has an older brother (21-22) and a step sister (18-22) that would work for this group! if you’d be interested in being a part of the burgess fam (the step sister would obviously have a different last name) then hmu

cousins!!! this family is VERY family-centric, the whole company they own is family-centric, so even if they’re not actually close, they’re close. if that makes sense. this could be a cousin from his first marriage or second marriage (if through the mother’s side), or a cousin from the dad’s side in which case might cause some ~drama~ because felicity’s dad definitely slighted his siblings and doesn’t really talk to any of them (which would be that muse’s parents)

best friend: felicity spent most her life surrounded by boys (she’s the only daughter, minus her newer step sister), and has always found it easier to get along with them. so, mostly, she’s friends with boys, but i imagine her BEST best friend, the one she shares all her secrets with and really lets in, is a girl.

close circle: effie is a capricorn which means she doesn’t let just anyone in. she’s never really liked the idea of having a lot of friends. a few, very close friends has always been the smarter decision in her mind. that way you don’t lose track of who you should and shouldn’t trust. and if someone misplaces your trust, you know exactly who to cut off. where their loyalties lie. anyway, like i said, she tends to mostly be friends with boys, just because it’s what she’s used to, and finds herself being fiercely competitive with most other girls, so this would be mostly made up of guys! with maybe an exception.

roommate: could possibly be looped in with best friend / close circle, but i imagine they have a quaint, historical, and beautiful two bedroom apartment off campus.

rival: if i get her step sister wc, that would be this, but if not, just someone in which a rivalry has sparked up since they both joined the classics course. perhaps they are both striving to be the professor’s favorite or something IDK

toxic, on-and-off rs: this could be m/f/nb since effie is biromantic/bisexual, but basically the two are just not right for each other. it’s equally toxic on both ends. on felicity’s end, she tends to be controlling and jealous, and very much a know-it-all that can often be hard to deal with. probably an rs that won’t last anyway because they truly are not meant to be but also it’s nice to see where the chemistry goes anyway lmao

bad influence: effie is v straight edge so someone get her dunk !!! she tends to pass on most parties unless it’s like #dinnerparty so like i need a connection that drags her ass out to everything she says no to

#☆ ( felicity ⟫ intro )

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