#so i decided to make you all suffer with me 🤗

[kisasan]

„Youngblood thinks there's always tomorrow…”

„I miss your touch on nights

when I'm hollow…”

„I know you crossed a bridge that I can't follow…”

„Since the love that you left is all that I get…I want you to know…”

„That if I can't be close to you

I'll settle for the ghost of you…”

„I miss you more than life…”

„I'd leave it all behind if I could follow…”

„I miss you more than life

I miss you more than life…”

[sansaorgana]

Can you do a buck x reader where she’s a nurse and takes care of everyone at the 100 and they all think she’s just perfect and a mother figure while all the soldiers are away from that mother figure and one day she like snaps when having to deal with screaming soldiers and she goes up to one the higher power guys and like cussing them out for constant sending the men into a death trap and her having to pick up the pieces and buck has to hold her back while she’s just screaming at the other guy and everyone else is like 🧍

hello, thank you for your request! 🧡 I've just realised that none of my previous Readers in the stories with Buck were nurses lol 😷 most likely because I can't even imagine myself as a nurse and writing about all these things is enough to make me feel sick 🤣 but because of this, it was easy to write this story where the Reader is at her breaking point lol proceed with caution because there are ugly descriptions of blood, needles, death etc.

also this gif asdfghjkl I swear, in the story he has more compassion towards the Reader 🤣🤣🤣

my inbox is open for blurb/short fic requests for major cleven 🤗

You thought you could do it. When the war had started, you hadn’t thought twice as you had signed up to help. Real help. No paperwork or coffee making. You had wanted to become a nurse.

The physical aspect of your job was not that difficult. You knew what to do in most situations and you had learnt how to stop frowning at the physiological body functions. It was the emotional aspect of the job that no one had prepared you for.

Sometimes the boys would come back from the air battles with nothing but mere scratches. They would still come by just to spend time with you and let your gentle, skilled hands to patch them up as they were telling you stories.

Sometimes the same boys would not come back from their next mission and the stories they had told were all that was left of them. You would cherish them in your heart forever.

Sometimes the boys would come back burnt, with half of their faces blown out or their guts bleeding all over the floor. Their screams of pain would haunt you later at night. Those were your boys.

Perhaps that was why you were everyone's favourite nurse. You were getting attached to them so easily, treating everyone as a friend, offering them a loving hug when they needed it, listening to their stories, helping them to write letters to their mothers and girlfriends or children. You were a good spirit of the base and one of the planes was named after you. So far it still hadn’t gone down and everyone treated it as a sign that you were their guardian angel indeed.

You didn’t see yourself as a guardian angel. If you had to stay within the religious imagery examples, you’d rather describe yourself as a mater dolorosa – lady of sorrows watching her son’s suffering and not being able to help him.

Sometimes they would die in your arms. Still, it was better than to die in a burning plane. Better for them. Not for you.

Today was a day of a very difficult mission. Most of the planes hadn’t come back at all. And the ones who had, were full of men screaming in agony and pain. You were barely able to hold it all together when they were reaching their hands out for you as if your touch would heal them. But it wouldn’t. It couldn’t, no matter how much you wanted it.

“(Y/N), you should take a break…” Your friend put her hand on your shoulder. You were exhausted indeed. You were working for three hours straight without sitting down for one second and you were running around from one bed to another. “Go, rest,” she insisted but you shook your head and went back to work.

Only when you noticed that your hands were shaking so much that you weren’t able to inject a needle into a vein properly, you decided to take a break indeed. You didn’t want to cause even more damage by trying too hard.

But before leaving the sickbay you wanted to check on one of the young pilots. He was nineteen years old, it had been his first mission and you remembered how excited he had been about it. Now he was laying on one of the beds, barely breathing as his chest was burnt and lungs damaged.

You were approaching his bed and your heart sank to your chest at the sight of the doctor putting a white sheet over his face.

“Wh-what… What are you doing to Johnson, sir?” You asked.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N),” the doctor shook his head. “He’s just passed away.”

You just stood there with your lips slightly parted. Johnson was just another surname on the list of all these boys you would never forget about. But Johnson was special. He was the youngest you had known. He couldn’t stop talking about his mother and little sister, about his dog and his girlfriend waiting for him back in Alabama.

Your sadness overtook your whole body and then it developed into an anger so big that you felt as if you were about to explode and bring down the whole base.

“Son of a bitch…” You breathed out angrily as you stormed out of the sickbay without even taking your apron off. It was full of blood but you did not care.

You walked down the corridor with murder in your eyes, making everyone step out of the way. And you entered the Colonel’s office without knocking, so loudly and rapidly that all the men inside startled.

“Miss?” Colonel Harding asked as he was sitting behind his desk and showing some sort of a map to a few Majors.

One of them was Major Cleven. He hadn’t been up in the air on that day but he would be tomorrow. And was the one you had befriended the most. But even his presence couldn’t stop your rage at that moment.

“You can’t just keep sending them to die, Colonel!” You clenched your fists and approached the desk as the men watched with big eyes. “Look! Look, Colonel! Look!” You showed him your bloody hands and your apron. “Why is it me with their blood and guts all over me? While you’re just sitting here, planning…” You gave the map a very angry look. You wanted to tear it apart and you were shaking to stop yourself from doing so. “You’re sending them to death, all of them, they’re just boys! Johnson was nineteen years old! Do you even know who he was? Or was he just another number to you?!”

“(Y/N), calm down, let’s take you outside…” Buck approached you carefully but you moved away.

“No! I will not be silenced. I have things to say and I will say them!” You snapped at him and he froze. You laid your eyes back on the surprised Colonel again. “You just sit here and plan how to send them to death more efficiently. You men… Can’t you see how stupid this whole war is? How stupid every war is? And just because some brilliant engineers constructed planes, doesn’t mean they should be used to kill people!”

“Miss…” Colonel furrowed his brow, “Miss I-Don’t-Know-Your-Name, are you done?”

“You son of a bitch!” You banged your bloody fists on his desk and his stupid map got covered with blood. “You don’t even know my name. But I am the one to patch them up and hold their hand when they’re dying after you sent them to death. God damn you, Colonel Harding! You and all the Generals that you serve! God damn Hitler, God damn Churchill and God damn your fucking President Roosevelt!”

“(Y/N), please,” Buck’s strong hands pulled you away. “I’m sorry, Colonel. She’s all shook up,” he tried to explain your behaviour as you started sobbing when the anger had finally left your body. You hid your face in his uniform and allowed him to put his arm around you. “I’ll take her outside.”

“Yeah, you better do it, son,” Colonel nodded at him. Buck started to walk you out slowly and carefully as you heard Colonel’s voice while you were walking out of the door. “Poor girl… She needs a free weekend.”

Buck took you outside and watched you worryingly as you were catching your breath back and trying to calm yourself down, wiping the tears off of your face with the palms of your bloody hands.

“Here, let me,” he took out a handkerchief and wiped your face with it gently. “Gee, (Y/N), what was that?”

“I… I don’t know… I just can’t… I can’t do it anymore, Buck… That boy, Johnson, he was nineteen… Nineteen, for God’s sake,” you sniffed your tears back and looked into his eyes as your lips trembled. “He was telling me stories about his mum and little sister… His dog and his girlfriend… And now… And now he’s gone. Just like that. His lungs were burnt. Every breath was agony…” You tried to explain, still shaking.

“You really need a free weekend,” Buck pointed out and brought you closer to give you another hug.

It felt good to be in his arms. It was comforting. But you were scared to admit to yourself that you indeed liked him more than just a friend. Because if he would go down tomorrow or any other day, it would hurt even more.

“I can’t… I can’t leave my boys…” You took a step back to look at his face again. “And… And I can’t just take a free weekend. It would feel wrong. When you boys are up in the air, so brave and so heroic. All I can do is patch you up later. I can’t give up, no…”

“We all need a break sometimes. Hey,” Buck raised your chin up with his finger, “promise me that you’ll take a free weekend.”

“Aren’t you on a mission this weekend?” You asked.

“Yeah.”

“Then no way, Buck,” you shook your head. “I have to be here to patch you up,” you smiled through the tears.

“There are other nurses ‘round here,” he pointed out with a soft smile.

“I don’t want them to touch you,” you admitted suddenly as your cheeks heated up.

Why the hell had you said that…?

“They don’t know how to patch you up properly, I mean…” You tried to explain yourself quickly. “Only I know how to–”

But he didn’t let you finish. He leaned in very carefully and placed a gentle kiss upon your lips. You were stunned.

“I know what you mean, sweetheart,” he teased after finally breaking the kiss and caressing your cheek with his thumb. “I promise I won’t get a single scratch when you’re not around.”

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[kquil]

hi hope ure okay 🤗 will u be posting a chapter 7 preview?

i'm doing great, thank you (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)♡ i've been getting pretty busy lately and have just gotten over my monthly visit with mother nature (ಥ‿ಥ) so i'm sorry for being late with my preview. here it is for you!

DIVORCING ORION BLACK | CHAPTER 7 (PREVIEW)

Screams rang out through the night, horrific and painful, that was what had woken Sirius up. Shaken by the disturbing sound, Sirius clambers out of bed to look out of the dorm room window. Like some sort of haunted picture, the full moon hangs suspended in the night sky, laying claim to its dominance over the vast expanse of space, outshining the stars and ousting all clouds that still linger. It glowed like the many poltergeists that roam Hogwarts’ halls but the moon’s presence was incomparably menacing. 

“What is that screaming?” Sirius utters, his grey eyes searching the landscape through his window for some form of explanation. 

“I don’t know but Remus still hasn’t returned,” James speaks up from the shadows, nearly making Sirius jump out of his skin. 

“W-wait, Remus isn’t back yet?” Peter asks, also slipping out of bed and the three make their way over to their friend’s absent bunk. “Where could he be?”

“I don’t know, but we’re going to find out,” James grins and holds up a cloak. 

“How is that gonna help us find out where Rem—” Sirius begins, rubbing his eyes from sleep but stutters to a stop when James’ figure disappears beneath the fabric. The eldest Black brother shares a look of surprise with Peter before turning a grin back to James who was now a floating head. 

“I like your thinking, James old chap!” Sirius jests and slips beneath the invisibility cloak with him. 

“Will we all be able to fit inside?” Peter’s eyes swim with a healthy level of uncertainty, only to be pulled under the cloak despite his protests. 

“We’ll fit, just keep in time with my pace and be very very quiet,”James warns and the two nod affirmatively, Sirius being much more enthusiastic compared to Peter’s hesitance. 

“I hope we find, Remus soon,” Sirius comments under his breath, pressed against James’ right as Peter staggers along at James’ left. 

“I know… with all that screaming outside, I hope he isn’t in any trouble.” The three make their way to the hospital wing but falter at a hallway junction. Which way was the hospital wing again? 

“I-I think we should go right,” Peter helpfully stutters after some thought. 

“I thought it was left?” Sirius scratches at his head as James gnaws on his inner cheek. The three collectively decide to go right for the time being and if it was wrong, they simply turn back and go the other way. 

Later that night, you ask Kreacher for more information. The topic clearly made Regulus uncomfortable and you didn’t want him to do anything he wasn’t comfortable with, which is why you didn’t ask any further questions, especially at the dinner table where the atmosphere should be lighter. Hopefully, you can fully dismiss all tensions from dinner when you tuck him into bed later on. 

Seated at your desk, you suppress the groans of discomfort that were being conducted through the walls from Orion’s private office — you can’t believe he’s still hasn’t asked Kreacher for a healing potion. But you suppose it’s fitting that his ego is making him suffer more at this point. You savour the sounds of his pain for only a few moments more before calling for Kreacher yourself. 

“Mistress has called for Kreacher?” the hunched house elf immediately asks after appearing before you with a pop. He remains ever aged and wrinkled but his unruffled demeanour and, somewhat, contented expression certainly makes him appear brighter. 

“Yes, I was wondering if the house had any secret rooms, perhaps down the hall from the library,” Kreacher gives you a skeptical look, one that was doused with suspicions you immediately set about diffusing, “it seems my fainting spells are getting to me and tampering with my memories,” At this, Kreacher’s expression morphs into worry and he begins to clutch tightly at his ragged clothes while falling into rambles upon rambles of heightening anxiety for your health. It was a rather endearing sight, knowing someone cares so deeply for your well-being, but you think the poor elf might just self-induce a heart attack if you let him continue like this, “it’s okay though Kreacher, I’m okay. Please just tell me about that secret room?”

Kreacher takes a moment to catch his breath and flush away his anxiety before answering, “Ladies of the noble and most ancient house of Black were the only ones, Mistress, they be the only ones allowed into the parlour,”

“Parlour?”

“The private parlour, Mistress, yes,” Kreacher nods, subconsciously flattening the wrinkles of his clothes with his hands, standing a little straighter and subtly puffing out his chest, “the powerful, esteemed ladies like to talk in priiiivateeee,” he drags out the word in a low tone, which spikes your interest and reaffirms your speculation on the room being used for dark purposes. 

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Regulus reads his letter again and nods in satisfaction. This was his third draft of it but he felt his efforts to be worthwhile. Letters were a special occasion and something that made a person feel immediately special when they read a letter that’s addressed specifically to them so he wanted to put in a good effort for Sirius. He just hopes it reaches him in good time. 

“Mother,” Regulus stands with his letter in hand, ready for postage, “my letter is finished, may I deliver it Sirius now, please?”

You smile warmly and nod, slipping Alphard’s letter into the main drawer of your desk. With a small wave of your hand, you gesture him over to you, “would you like to give it a wax seal?”

Regulus’ eyes sparkled with excitement, “I’m allowed?”

“Of course, little love, come here,” you pull him into your lap and gesture to the apparatus around you to create a wax seal.

“First, pick out the coloured wax you want for your seal,” Regulus picks metallic silver wax, a perfect choice for the black envelope he was sending it in, a signature of the Black Family. “Now you put it in this little spoon and melt it over the candle,” with an eager nod, Regulus holds the spoon over the candlelight and the two of you wait for it to melt together. 

“I think it’s melted now mother,” 

“Let me see…” he shows you, swirling around the liquid wax to demonstrate it’s fluidity and grins at your approving nod, “good good. Get the seal ready,” he diligently takes the Black Family seal in his other hand, “now, when you stamp the wax, don’t wiggle it around or else the design will get muddled,” Regulus gives an affirming nod and waits for your instruction to pour the wax before stamping it. He doesn’t wiggle it as you’ve advised. After a few moments, you whisper that it was finally okay for him to take away the stamp and he gasps in delight at the beautiful seal that was left behind. 

“Thank you, Mother!”

“Would you like to post it or ask Kreacher to post it for you?” 

“I’d like to post it please,” his request pulls you away from your desk, just in time as it was nearing 5pm already. You patiently lead him to the family owl and watch with a smile as he hands over his letter and waves off the owl with a cheer. “Sirius is going to love the letter, darling,”

“I hope he sends one back soon!”

“I don’t doubt that he will,”

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i hope you darlings enjoyed the preview and are looking forward to the full chapter on 1st December!ヾ(。✪ω✪。)ｼ

[sanskari-kanya]

Guess who got 30/30 on her finals’ viva 😭💃

It was the biggest adventure of my goddamn life.

The viva was scheduled at 3 pm today so I was pretty chill. I was like okay I’ll do the hardest ones till late night, grab some good sleep and wake up a little early to revise the rest.

But my university sent a mail at 10:30 pm, saying ✨surprise motherfuckers, the time is changed to 9:30 am, all the best insufferable freshers✨

Post this mail, I had made peace in accepting that I aint gonna get any sleep tonight and I had to revise 4 subjects till 8 am (minus 30 minutes to get my boogie ass ready because I will never enter the uni looking like crap and 30 more minutes to reach the university)

I started studying around 12 am because all we did was cuss the fuck out of the university and exam managers for a bloody 1.5 hours.

Considering my attention span, my study session lasted for approximately 15 minutes before I opened Pinterest and keep scrolling mindlessly until it was suddenly 2 am 🤩. Then I went for a mindless walk around the hostel, disturbed my bf for a good 15 minutes, and realised he wasn’t giving me any attention because he actually studies and uski fati padi thi so I came back in my room and re-started studying. It continued till 5 am (paired with stress eating, gossiping, watching a documentary)

THEN, I ACCIDENTALLY FELL ASLEEP AT 5 AM AND WOKE UP AT 8 AM!?!? I had to leave at 9 am so there was no bloody chance of revising Histology and Radiology that I very confidently left for the morning 🤗 I left the house at 9 and kept a ppt of histological slides open on my phone so I could at least revise SOMETHING.

If this drama was not enough, here is more :

Me and my friend had decided to pair up for the viva but some dude mishandled the list and jumbled the numbers and I had to beg my classmate to go with a random dude so me and bestie could go tgt.

As I was about to enter the viva room, a physical fight broke pit between two students and my examiner walked out to stop the fight and never returned.

I confidently wrong answered a sub question and made the doctor believe that I was right cus I answered everything else too. 10 in Anatomy ✅

Manually picked the harder examiner for Histology because bestie shat in anatomy so I wanted her to score in Histology with the easier examiner. My reactions to the first two questions- ✨ma’am I don’t know✨ and she was glaring me so bad I cannot explain y’all but then by god’s grace, she asked me more questions (redemption arc) that I answered but she gave me 7.5 so I was like okay, I did shit in the beginning so-

Next was physiology and if y’all weren’t aware of my bad reputation with the professor (George), well now you are 🤗 But then I again had a choice to choose my examiner and I chose my favourite teacher from last semester and George was like ✨why are you not sitting with me huh✨ in the most sarcastic tone ever like i would ever voluntarily chose you , kind sir.

End result, I scored full in physiology too which just proves that my physiology wasn’t a problem, George was the problem!

Last was Radiology. I was scared for my life since I slept and didn’t revise radiology AT ALL. But the examiner was impressed by my marks and gave me 2.5 🙂‍↕️

Now if that still wasn’t enough adventure for you, let me introduce you to my bad math skills. 7.5 in Histology + 2.5 in radiology makes 10 which meant I had scored 30/30 but my dumbass forgot math and thought I scored only 27.5 and went out a little sad.

Then a senior dude asked me how was it and I was like ‘Accha tha bas muje ek baat bata histology ke liye maximum kitna hota hai?’ And he was 7.5 and then it hit me ‘Oh bhaiii fir toh muje full mile hai’ 😭😭😭

I’m never forgetting this day. I narrated this entire thing to my mom twice, once to bf, a 30 min voice note to @hum-suffer and now on tumblr.

[maryleclerc]

𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥, 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐲/𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 — charles leclerc

prince!charles leclerc , princess!reader ; already divorce

summary: in which princess y/n decided to interview with royalty: in their own words after her divorce with prince charles leclerc. and her life after the divorce

au: this just an extra part of 𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭

warning: english is not my native language, use google translate. this is just a fanfiction, please do not take it seriously!

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yourusername Spending the best time of my life with my bestiee, love you charlottesiin

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charlottesiine Love you too my bestie, wish you always be happy

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vivianawllms Happy look great on you Y/n

finnhenry_ She looks so great after her divorce with Prince Charles Leclerc

hachii__ How are you feeling right now Y/n?

⤷ yourusername I’m feeling WONDERFUL ✨ thank you for asking 🤗

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charles_leclerc Although the issues between me and Y/n have been resolved amicably, I myself have been a husband, close friend and an important person to you and you’re also an important person to me. I want to write this letter to expressing gratitude and apology to you, Y/n for the hurt and loss during the past time. First of all, I would like to sincerely thank you to you for everything that you’ve done for me, our family, and secondly I want to sincerely apologize not being able to be there to support you while you was suffering from postpartum depression, and I also feel very sorry for having a relationship behind your back. Now to think back, I really didn't know what I was thinking back then at that time and did these illegitimate things, maybe I really didn't deserve the love and affection from you. In the end, the person who was hurt the most was Y/n, once again I would like to apologize to you from the bottom of my heart. And I also want to wish you a very happy life, Christian and I will always be there to support you in every decision you makes. You’re the best things that ever happened in my life, It’s my fault to not knowing how to kept my own happiness save. I still really love you 🤍 yourusername

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yourusername Thank you to you too Charles, I had alot of happy time with you…

penelope_jamess Well atleast he knows he has done a wrong things

charles_myprince Y/n, she does not deserved all of this shit to be happen to her. Even though I’m a Princes Charles Leclerc fan but I’m cannot believe what he had done to her.

hrhcharlesleclerc I just hope he truly realise what he had done

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yourusername It’s Christian time ✨

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billyjonas Are you with Prince Charles Leclerc?

⤷ yourusername Yea we decided to take Christian and his cousin to visit a strawberry farm today

arthur_leclerc Christian and Constantine, when did they get so close?

jeniferr They looks so cute together

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montecarlo.royal Princess of Monte Carlo today celebrate The Monte Carlo Day. She wearing this elegant long brown dress, more attention to her earring belong to the late Queen Mother, Queen Mary to to commemorate the passing of the late Queen Mary of Monte Carlo.

They both seem very happy together at today ceremony after 2 years of their divorced.

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annafashion I really like the way she dresses, elegantly, luxuriously and aristocratic, always showing a pure beauty while exuding feminism.

y/nleclercc I wish that Y/n and Prince Charles Leclerc can be back together :(((

herikson_ She’s glowinggg 😩🥹

lillyhana This felt like a Princess Diana and Prince Charles, but it’s a Monte Carlo version of it

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yourusername Hello! I wanted to write this post to just to update some new things in my life after everything had happen. May some of you curious about the situation between me and Charles, and everything between us are fine now. Also there’s some rumour about my new relationship with Pierre.. How excited it is to confirm that I am now in a relationship with F1 driver Pierre Gasly, so it’s not a rumour anymore.

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gomezriiaz She’s dating Pierre Gasly, this is so insane 😩

jaqueengg Y’all stop talk shit about this relationship

kookook Look how happy she is, so freaking prettyyyy

philpp I don’t know how does Christian feel about this

wgebbn Cannot believe she’s move on this fast, just after 2 years?

⤷ mckayly wtf? What do expect? Wanted her to be crying her eyes out and begging Charles to take her back? 🙄 Y/n’s a strong women :))))

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royalbreakingnews [BREAKING NEWS 🚨] Today, the media discovered that after 6 years of divorced, Princess Y/n and F1 driver, Pierre Gasly also as known as the closest friend to Prince of Monte Carlo are now officially engaged and expecting their first child together. The couple appearence today at Prince Charles Leclerc of Monte Carlo niece infront of the palace where the Royal Ceremony held. Being ask about Christian felt about Pierre, Y/n said “He like Pierre alot and he also felt comfortable around Pierre, which make me so relief” Prince Charles also said if Y/n’s happy with him then he’s 100% support her relationship with Pierre.

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katherine Pierre Gasly, what?!!!.

f1pierregaslyy Hope he’ll not treat her the way Charles did, but still I don’t think it’s possible

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yourusername Welcome Agatha Perrie Gasly 🤍

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charles_leclerc Congratulation Y/n, Christian are so excited to meet his baby sister

⤷ yourusername Yea, he’s all excited like a fluffy ball running around with happiness haha

arthur_leclerc What a pretty name

⤷ yourusername Thank you to you for help us chose a name

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pierregasly My life would not be complete without you

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[trashy-tries-writing]

Hii there's absolutely no pressure but I love your writing and thought: what about Ravine working with the 141 on a mission where drugs are related and they need to find them (or something of that sort, I'm no expert in military stuff) and they bring a k-9 with them that is known for being aggressive and attacking if not treated with utmost precision, only for it to warm up to Ravine and snuggle up to him even tho he's the scary and "mean" one?

Pictures: Cooper with Ravine VS Cooper with anyone else

Dear Anon, I love your magnificent brain for coming up with this scenario!!! And thank you so much!🤗 Also no worries I don’t know anything about the military either :’)) I hope I wrote this how you imagined, do let me know 🙌

Warning: Mentions of drugs, PTSD, amputation, transplant- Probably wrong military name usages and stuff. Maybe OOC?💧

Let me know if you want a part 2 of this, where they chase down the drugs with Cooper 😀

Drug mission with an aggressive K-9 who only turns putty for the "mean” Ravine. The boys are conflicted about who to feel jealous of- Cooper or Ravine, both who usually don't let themselves be touched.

Ravine, who just finished his massacre, was sent to 141’s base once their mission to get intel turned into a drug chase. Along with the confiscated information, they found a hidden stash of high class heroin on the boat, therefore they wanted the soldier to join them.

Laswell had tracked the owner later: Caro Edgar, a well known drug lord that has been long enough on the wanted list. Price decided it was time they get the man behind bars- or dead.

Someone from the DATR (Defence Animal Training Regiment) was delivering their best narcotic detection dog to the squad per Price’s request. Some of the boys were ecstatic to have a little furry friend with them…

Until the dog actually came into the base.

The K-9, Cooper was a menace to deal with.

He bared his fangs at the men in front of him once his cage was open. Gaz, who was excited to greet their four-legged friend, took a sudden step and Cooper was already in his face, mouth ajar to bite his head off, if it weren’t for the chain being pulled back by the dog handler.

Soap flinched back from the sudden hostility and that owned him a bunch of barkings while saliva flew from the K-9’s mouth.

Safe to say, both men backed off and used Ghost as a human shield. Said man glared at the canine, his shoulders tensed. Price on the other hand looked at the soldier with a questioned look, who lent them the aggressive canine.

“I apologize but he is the only one qualified with the mission, the others aren’t ready or already on duty.”

 For the past two days, they tried to get along with the aggressive K-9 but it wasn’t getting any better.

If they moved too fast, he barked.

Breathed wrong? He growled.

Too close and shifting wrong? Cooper jumped them if it weren’t for the chain stopping him. They had to fill his bowl and slide it over from a distance due to Ghost almost losing his hand the first time he tried to fill his plate.

Price was 100% certain that Soap was having nightmares of the dog ripping him to shreds while he slept. Gaz refused to come near the devil spawn and walked along the edge while pressing his back to the wall. His eyes never left the four-legged demon when he passed around it.

Ghost? He and Cooper had a glaring contest every single time the dog started barking and growling like a feral animal when they came across each other.

 On the third day, Ravine finally reached the base and the dog hadn't lessened his bullshit which made the Task Force slowly lose it. Cooper made noises throughout the night when he felt like they didn’t suffer enough trying to take care of him.

The dog trainer admitted that she was a little afraid of the Belgian Malinois herself. The previous owner died on the mission so the dog was passed down to her. Cooper was one of the best K-9 they had so they had to keep him even if he was being hostile to the other dogs. They had to separate him into solo training with a group of supervisors to get the K-9 under control.

They were all currently all out in the open, trying to make Cooper listen to their commands. They couldn’t keep waiting due to the risk of Caro Edgar shipping a whole warehouse of drugs underground.

“Steaming bloody Jesus!”

Soap jumps back, close to losing his footing when Cooper jumps up to meet the man face to face.

“This isn’t going anywhere! We need a new dog damn it!”

Price sighs and opens his mouth to agree but notices the collar ripping from the sideline.

“Get away from him, NOW!!”

*Snap*

Cooper wastes no time to attack, Gaz who he seems to be running to, screams in fear and throws his body to the side. Only to reveal Ravine appearing from behind him, the men panic at the soldier staring at the report in his hands.

“RAVINE DUCK!”

Their hearts skip a beat when the dog comes slamming down onto him from above. Papers flew through the air as Ravine couldn’t even finish registering what Ghost was screaming about until a blur of black and brown came into his sight.

They run towards the fallen soldier, expecting blood to pour from his shoulders or any part Cooper decided to bite into.

But Ravine laid on the ground unharmed with a hand holding the front legs and the other grabbing tightly on the dog’s mouth like a muzzle as he proceeded to get the K-9’s face further away from his.

“That was close. You good mate?” Soap warily inches closer but stops when Cooper starts growling again.

“Aye.”

Ravine sits on the dirt for a moment before casting the dog to the side. As if the squad felt the change in their newcomer, they huddled together on the sideline with the dog trainer holding a brand new collar in her hands.

Cooper shakes his fur, his fangs out, ready to pounce at the threat in front of him. Ravine on the other hand stood calmly on his feet, his height casting a shadow on the dog as it came flying towards him.

“Sit.”

The dog flinches at his voice, hesitates for a split second then prepares to pounce, his jaw open-

“Sit.”

What some humans didn’t know was the highly sensitivity of a dog to pheromones. Cooper feels it, the malice from the stranger standing before him seems to grow and expand to an immeasurable size, all pointed at him and him only. Cooper was lost inside, alone, hunted down like a prey. If he didn’t listen now- he knew he was actually going to perish.

So he sat down, lowering as far as his body allowed.

 Gaz glances between Ravine and the dog in worry. “He doesn’t actually think this is going to work, is it?” His hands feel sweaty as he wiped them down on his clothes, his eyes peeking at Ghost and Soap. “He wasn’t here to see how dangerous it is.”

“I don’t think he’s dumb to believe that.” replies L.T. with crossed arms, the thought of shooting the little menace crossing his mind if the mutt decided to take a bite out of him.

“Sit.”

They suddenly find themselves on the ground before they hear Price cackle loudly on the bench. Soap’s legs felt like jelly when Ravine ordered them- the dog with a tone he hadn’t heard him use before.

Ravine stared at the quartet on the ground and Price on the bench, curious what the Captain found so funny at him getting the dog to lay down. He might never know because they avoided looking into his general direction.

Soap laid on his back, his face in his palms, Gaz pushed his hat down to hide his expression and Ghost was lucky to have his mask on as he grabbed his arms while turning away, the dog trainer pushed her head into her knees that were pulled towards her chest.

And lucky Price, who was already sitting, continued to crack up towards the squad with the occasional whines being let out from Cooper in the background.

Ravine thought the Captain told a joke that made the others react so strongly and didn’t bother questioning it, to their relief. When everyone calmed their hearts, they mentally agreed to never talk about this situation ever again but they knew Price would never let them live this down.

 They decided the little demon was Ravine’s responsibility now.

And at first they were glad to not have to risk their limbs anymore.

Cooper listened to every word Ravine spoke and slowly throughout the day, the dog started to waddle around without having to be leashed although he would still snap at the other’s who weren't Ravine.

What started out as an aggressive attack dog, turned in half a day into a puppy longing for affection and attention.

 On the fourth day, 141 was slowly getting fed up.

At one point they were jealous that Ravine gets to be on the menaces' good side. He gets to ruffle the dogs fur, pet it while they get a face full of teeth and saliva. Along with Cooper sitting on his lap, his thighs making it look really cozy to touch, the K-9 performed tricks and wagged his tail like a love-sick puppy yearning for cuddles from the man.

As if the four-legged demon didn’t plan to give Gaz a nose transplant, a hand amputation for Ghost and PTSD for Soap.

Then they couldn’t approach Ravine without Cooper getting in between them.

They weren’t allowed to be near him and had to stay at least a good few feet away. They couldn’t even hand him things over without the damn dog scaring them, so Cooper could bring the stuff to Ravine like some newspaper.

At the meeting to track down Caro Edgar, Cooper decided to interrupt by going in between his legs and standing up to put his front legs on Ravine’s chest. He wouldn’t stop bouncing until his human put an arm around him, his hand laying on top of his head for scratchies.

Price’s content that Ravine was a help to get the dog under control. They couldn’t risk flunking the mission caused by a misbehaving K-9. He lets his eyes linger on the duo, a smile spreading on his lips when the faceless man doesn't repulse from the physical affection.

He wanted to go back to the report but noticed that no one was really paying attention anymore besides Ravine, who was looking at the documents on the desk.

Gaz is tempted to pull at its tail beneath the desk so the K-9 would stop bothering Ravine so much. He snaps his eyes away from it when Cooper looks directly at him. The menace threw his attention back to the man petting him when the smell of fear slowly radiated off of Gaz.

Beside Ravine sat Soap as he wondered if one day the slouching male would give him a hug too. For a while he stared at the demon disappearing and replaced by a puppy in Ravine’s embrace.

Ghost gawks at the mutt in irritation. He fed him and got his limp nearly bitten off and now the same mutt is squeezing his teammate’s chest like some paw toy. He knows that Cooper was given him side eyes and showing his sharp fangs to mock him. Ravine looks down to check on the K-9 and there it goes acting all innocent.

‘Cunt.’

 On the sixth day, the dog trainer already left while the team wanted to get the mission done and over with, so they could immediately return the K-9 back to her.

Soap’s mind wanders around until he thinks aloud, his eyes following the dog wagging his tail at the tall man trying to train in peace. He grimaces at it for stealing his chance to bond with Ravine all to itself.

“Do you think that brat sleeps in the same bed as him?”

“I’m sure it does-” Gaz sips loudly from his bottle, his eyes glaring down at Cooper when the K-9 gets to snuggle closer to his chest before being pushed to the side, “Look at it! The dog gets to hug him before I even get the chance for Ravine to let me touch his shoulder!”

“I don’t even get a high five from him.”

“Me neither.”

Both turn their heads towards Ghost, silently edging him to answer the question. He sighs under his breath. “Negative.”

They all turn back to watching their friend from afar, occasionally cursing the dog under their breaths when they see how physical Cooper was getting with the man who was known to back away from people who wanted to touch him.

Even Ghost wasn’t that stingy.

Hell breaks loose when Cooper starts to put his paws on the man’s ass.

“ThaT’S IT-”

“Wait Soap, don’t dO THAT-!”

“JOHNNY DON’T-”

Terrified screams could be heard through the base along with a string of curses and a dog’s vicious barking. It ended with Ravine ordering Cooper to back off from his friends with a slight edge to his voice which scared the dog into laying on the ground shamefully.

On the other hand Gaz and Soap grin victoriously and pull faces at the dog behind the safety of the soldier’s back. Ghost silently curses the mutt for acting inappropriately while Price is hiding in the back, recording the whole situation to send to some people.

[belit0]

Ayyy i finally figured out how to send a request! I love your writings so MUCH! Finally one good writer who loves Indra as much as I do! Please never stop writing you got a talent!♡♡

Foe the request...Can I request Indra falling in love with a foreign princess who he meets during his travels? Or another place..?(I leave it up to you hehehe!)

THANKS BEFOREHAND ANS ALL HAIL LORD AND SAVIOR INDRA 🙏

Thank you so much for the support 😭😭💕💕 it means the world to me!! This blog is a sanctuary for our man, so of course I had to do your beautiful request!!

It got unexpectedly angsty at the end, so there's that lol. I can make a pt 2 if you would like, just lemme know!🤗💫

Again, thank you for trusting me, and I really hope you like it :)

TW: none Pairing: Otsutsuki Indra / reader SFW

What else could have Indra done apart from running away after losing to Ashura? Not only was his life in danger by staying nearby, but also his ego.

He decided it would be wise to stay away for a while, rebuild his strategy, perhaps even add people to his cause, and then return to the attack. His home would remain where he left it, ruled unjustly by his younger brother.

Setting out on the road was the easy part, gathering just enough belongings and commanding an unknown route. The hard part was convincing himself this was the right thing to do. He fought fiercely with his own impulses to refrain from returning to battle after being defeated, having to think with a cool head and not through his anger or resentment.

Walking freely without feeling watched or pursued was the most rewarding part, once away from the lands he had once considered his own. He had to move cautiously and carefully in the immediacy of his former place, knowing Ashura was probably looking for him, wanting to negotiate some sort of peace between the two of them.

That would not happen.

This new sense of security brought with it the possibility of enjoying things he had lost track of. Walking in the winter sun, eating a bowl of hot soup sitting in the warmth of a local food stall, feeling the rain fall against his face.

Unwittingly, in all the years leading up to the culmination of the conflict with his brother, he had built up a tough, impenetrable image of himself. He stopped feeling like a normal person, no longer rejoicing in the simple pleasures of life, but forging an iron shell around himself.

Training, study, practice. The only three things he lived by for too long. Losing that confrontation and having to flee, he admitted to himself ruefully, somehow allowed him to behave like a regular individual again, and not as an untouchable being.

Finding his journey to be longer and longer, he was experiencing different places and things, interacting only enough so as not to be recognized. He had no idea how far-reaching his family conflict might have been, but he preferred not to find out.

He walked countless routes and places, saw things he never thought possible, and began to understand perhaps there was something beyond all his pain and suffering, beyond his anger. The hatred became smaller inside him, and that malicious dark voice constantly whispering terrible things in his ear, disappeared.

Eventually, the money he had initially taken from home became scarce. He could no longer afford to use it indiscriminately and found himself in the position of needing to work to keep a hot plate of food before him.

Thus, he began to gain experience in simple things which allowed him access to basic necessities. Plowing an old man's field in exchange for a hot shower, helping to shear sheep for some good noodles, and drawing water from a well for a woman in return for a fresh change of clothes.

He took a taste for a life of toil, seeing how his hard work got him things, and entirely forgot about the cradle of power and royalty into which he had been born.

In this fashion, he arrived at an opulent palace, just as holes were emerging in his pants as a result of his hard work. He would surveyed the area before even considering venturing to knock on the door, squatting in the undergrowth of the garden, shouldering a sack with the belongings he still kept.

Right in the middle of his analysis, totally absorbed by ideas that crossed his mind about what services he could offer to the residents of the place, a feminine voice spoke happily behind him.

"It's a nice place, isn't it? Don't even think about trying to rob it, it's heavily guarded."

Surprised at how the girl managed to outwit his personal high guard, he took a moment to look at her and decide if she was a threat.

"I'm not contemplating theft, ma'am. I intend to trade services for personal goods."

"Pretty good vocabulary you've got there! You don't seem to be a simple country bumpkin. Where are you from, where are you going and what are you looking for?"

"Those might be lots of questions, ma'am."

"Perhaps they are. Come, let's go."

The young woman guided him into the palace, where he discovered she was the princess of the land. Her father agreed to provide duties for him, offering a long-term contract and a stay at the manor. He would work, eat and live on the premises, where he was provided with his own hut and privacy.

As time went on, he learned the girl's name was (Y/N), and she had a wonderful personality. Unlike many of the royalty he had met in his past, hell, including himself! (Y/N) broke all the rules.

She was rarely seen following diplomatic protocol, slipping away and preferring to interact more with the employees than with her own family. The two began to spend time together, only because she would show up to keep him company while he went about his daily chores.

She would bring him refreshing drinks on sunny days, and make him hot tea on chilly nights. She managed to convince her father to spare him from working on rainy days, to which Indra flatly refused. Unable to accept the special treatment, it was (Y/N) who cured his cold when he became terribly ill.

Even so, throughout his entire experience, Indra refused to lose his physical abilities, always finding time to keep up with exercise in spite of his work. If he couldn’t train, it felt like losing himself in a different life, and he had no way of coping without having physical relief. He needed to feel soreness in his muscles, pain after long afternoons of moving around. Still, (Y/N) became a great companion in his leisure time, watching him practice his moves and techniques, even asking him to teach her some of them.

The legend of his cursed eyes, though he learned over time and from people who like to spread rumors, became a popular story. The monster with long brown hair and red eyes who tried to mercilessly murder his poor younger brother. The poor younger brother who refused to believe his older brother was evil, and continues to search for him to this day.

It became a bedtime tale mothers would use to put their children to sleep, recounting the words "If you don't go to sleep early, the red-eyed beast will come for you!” It became the warnings parents would give their daughters before letting them go out alone, "Walk in places with people and lots of light, the red-eyed man is out there".

He would hear these incorrect stories everywhere, even leaking into the palace. (Y/N)'s father increased security, fearing the tyrant would come through the gates and destroy his family.

Indra became much more careful with himself, what he said, or how he acted since any false step could push him through endless misfortunes, losing everything he had worked to achieve.

The one who always managed to catch him red-handed, however, was her. At some point, he started to feel a certain discomfort in his chest every time they saw each other. His heart raced and his thoughts wandered to the beauty of her face, her perfect figure, her flowing tresses.

Soon, it became all he could think about, and it seemed to be a reciprocated feeling. (Y/N) started to prove herself closer to him, taking advantage of any excuse for caressing him or getting closer to him. Every training session he allowed her to observe was a way for her to end up entangled in his arms, a closeness that was unfamiliar and adrenalin-inducing for Indra.

He had never considered any woman in this way, never thought he could entertain romantic ideas. His vision of womanhood was only through retrograde thinking, a vessel he would use to carry his future generations once he became the leader of his clan.

This was completely different, (Y/N) turned him upside down, caused him to get tongue-tied, made him feel physically weird and emotionally a mess. She seemed to carry him with ease, as if it wasn't her first time in the ring, having had experience in flirtation.

Without even thinking about it, he let himself go. New experiences also applied to personal situations, things he never thought he would encounter.

But all good things come to an end.

Everything was a wonderful rosy color until the worst happened. Indra allowed himself to let his guard down around her, to relax completely, and once the rumors about him disappeared from immediacy, he indulged in training as he needed to.

Using his Sharingan to its fullest, even unleashing the Mangekyōu, he drifted into his personal session. He trusted (Y/N) was entertaining a family lunch, royalty gathering from all places in her house, princess duties.

He would always conduct his training away from the perimeters of the palace, fearing that its intensity might alert his patrons. But (Y/N) knows the location, and Indra should know by now how hard it is for her to keep up with her political agenda.

She has never seen him use his strength 100%, getting caught up in the moment and practicing even his most difficult techniques. She always observed him in his more physical, simpler movements. Indra didn't plan on teaching any of his true potential, but it seems he didn't have a choice.

At the precise moment when his black flames of Amaterasu self-consume by his own volition, (Y/N) watches him closely. She can see his demonic red eyes burning, with an intricate pattern in his pupil. Indra looks calm, sitting before the fire and spreading it at different distances to extinguish it the next moment.

He does not seem to have noticed her presence, until she tries to move away from a scene unlike anything she expected to see, stumbling over her own feet and falling to the ground. A small shriek of panic escapes her lips as she falls, watching in disbelief as Indra turns to look at her with blood-colored eyes.

"(Y/N)...?"

He asks in a small voice, unbecoming of the man in front of her. It sounds like a small child being caught playing with something he shouldn't.

Before he can react, (Y/N) gets up and flees as fast as her speed allows, running the path she knows like the back of her hand to the immediacy and safety of her home.

It can't be him, it can't have been him all this time.

The monster is here, has been here all along, and sadly, she is infatuated with him.

[lorei-writes]

I got curious about your OCS and hope so much not to bother 🙏 but please tell me more how Esther and Chev will end up together ? Cause they will, right ? Like I ship them so much and I absolutely love them as couple I wish you a nice day 🤗

Julie! Thanks for dropping by! You've made my day ;-; <3

They do end up together! I've made a little timeline for how their relationship progresses (link), but it's not complete yet.

Now, to your question. I think it has been partially answered in the last reblog in this conversation with @olivermorningstar (link). I'd like to elaborate a bit more on what was already said there >:)

To recap elements that factor into how Esther and Chevalier's talk goes:

Esther is convinced she would not be a beneficial partner from the political point of view (factually correct), and that therefore the relationship would be impossible.

Esther assumes that political gain is the primary criteria Chevalier would take into account.

Chevalier does not know whether the sentiment he holds for her could be called love, however, he is aware of the fact that he has a soft(er?) spot for her. At the same time, he knows what are the realities of the court life. If he truly cares for her, he under no circumstances can be with her, for her own well-being.

Chevalier assumes that finding a partner outside of royalty / nobility would be in Esther's best interest.

Additionally:

Esther dreads the reality in which Chevalier keeps on considering himself to be unlovable.

Esther hates seeing nobles only ever approaching Chevalier with fear.

Esther genuinely cares about him.

Esther defines her own well-being in relation to that of her loved ones. She cannot be happy when the people she deeply cares for suffer or are mistreated -- even if changing said state may make her less comfortable.

With all that in mind, let's skip ahead to the moment when they actually have to talk.

I do not have the exact dialogue written out (yet). As such, it is hard for me to predict which exact points I'll manage to hit... But, I think that the following are likely to occur, in whichever form:

Esther clarifies why she put that confession-not-confession story. She wasn't hoping for them to be together. She knows it is impossible given all her flaws. However, even if it hurt her, she did want to be the counterexample to his logic.

Now, Chevalier expects that she will go on to work in the court, and that one day she will become a minister. At the same time, he knows that the line of thinking she has just presented is going to cause harm to her in the long run. He knows other parties may hold her illness, heritage and upbringing against her, and he knows that if she allows them to, they will use those to run her into the ground.

But he's grown to genuinely care about her. It's not just a thought. It's a feeling. Compelled by it:

Chevalier states that she has misunderstood his meaning.

He elaborates by saying that it would be of more benefit to her not to get romantically involved with the royalty.

At this point, Esther realises what was his reasoning. She'd claim it is not up to others to decide what risks she takes, and that she is well aware of them.

And here my predictions stop. I'd have to write the entire thing down to know exactly what happens here :')

[fiercehildr]

Hi! I have 3 things if that’s okay!

Firstly, is it bothersome to ask why you stopped any ACOTAR blogging? Was it just to much toxicity? All good either way, still love you <3 I was just wondering. Pls ignore this if you want.

Secondly, what about ghost do you love? I love the art and such you’ve been posting even though I’ve never consumed any of that media lol

Thirdly, not a question but thanks for all the commissions you’ve posted! I love to see them (and I’m trying to read glow! It’s of course quite in demand at the library) k that’s all. Sorry to bother you!

Hi Nonnie! ♥️ Thanks for the ask! Sorry the answer might be long and trigger warnings: Traumatic events (second question)/A quick reference to s**cide (first question)

1- It’s fine, I can answer that no worries 🤗 What happened is that I realized the ACOTAR toxicity made my depression worse and constantly had me in a haze of anger as I could not really ignore everything going in that fandom, not with how deeply I was involved in it.

I was heavily bullied numerous times for liking a different fictional ship and I guess the last straw for me was when I was falsely accused of racism because of a commission of mine- never mind that the one thing they (-the usual suspects and bullies) complained about was the decision of the PoC artist I worked with and who they silenced or that their complaints actually highlighted how they automatically viewed a WoC serving tea as her being a slave.

I think we pretty much all knew that it was never our (the artist and mine) intent or that this drama was started with something else in mind. I even had numerous PoC in my asks and IG inbox telling me it was all good and that they couldn’t understand the issue at all. BUT… I was at a very low moment of my life, my mental health was extremely bad and I did a massive panic attack which was quickly followed by some pretty bad s**cidal thoughts where I almost did something really bad.

That’s when I decided to stop everything and after a 4 months long break from the internet and social medias, I came back but with not much love for ACOTAR anymore. I do not find joy in anything related to this fandom. My maximum is liking pretty arts from artists I like or friends and sometimes making games with the characters in my Insta stories. But I don’t even care about the characters anymore and I even feel a certain dislike for the author, for allowing us all to suffer this shitwar for the sake of her mental health. I know that, PERHAPS, the issue is more complicated than that from her side but I consider that my anger is justified anyway.

Will I come back at some point and rewrite posts and theories about the characters etc? Hopefully, but I’m fine in my little bubble right now. I’ll let the dogs eat their bones.

I hope I answer that first question for you and I’m sorry, I know it’s quite a long answer. 😅 I do love to hear you enjoyed my commissions! Always glad when I know they brought happiness to someone. ♥️

2- As for Ghost, funnily enough, he is not my favorite CoD character. I’d say he’s actually third on that list behind Soap and Price but he’s so aesthetically pleasing and makes for such beautiful art pieces! ♥️ I do appreciate his character though, mostly because I’m appreciative of his inner strenght. Now as you’re not familiar with the lore, to make it short, Ghost had a pretty horrible childhood, tortured by his father who was a notorious trash (like forced to kiss living snakes when he was terrified of them kind of stuff). Sadly, when he was in the army, he was also captured and tortured for month before finding his freedom again. Only to lose his mother, brother, sister-in-law and nephew to an atrocious murder. His past is basically the worst thing you could be imagining and if you’re interested in it, there is actually a comic about it you can find online. Do beware though, it’s pretty graphic.

So what I like is that even with that, he still remains level headed, tactical, and, to some extend, even kind. Seeing him develop a relationship with Soap and open up, even making jokes when he’s seen as this gigantic grumpy man, was actually a nice insight in who he really is! 🤗

Also watching plenty of tiktoks of him and Soap, even before I played the game (and I had never touched a CoD before!) helped me so much during my hard post acotar time.

There you go, I hope my answers was good enough and I do hope you get glow! If you do and read it, don’t hesitate to share your thoughts with me! 🤗

[justoneofthoseghosts]

You bring up a really great point about most of the viewers of shows are casual viewers, I think that those of us in the fandom often forget this. At the end if the day, it's a business for them. PD is a very good example of this. I don't know what happened behind the scenes with JLS but it seems to me that both sides were not able to agree on contracts. Did it hurt the franchise, maybe to those who were big fans of Halstead and his relationship, but for a casual viewer not so much. The ratings haven't been terrible for PD, it didn't drop drastically as some have made it out to be. The show has still been able to move on with major cast departures, and this applies to Med and Fire as well, because a majority of the people watching are casual viewers, they have no stake in favorite characters or ships, it's just another show in a line up of shows they watch.

I also see where fan service can come into play and how it can help and hurt a franchise. For me that's a good and a bad thing, especially for those who only watch shows for ships.

Look at 'The Rookie' they finally got Chenford together but this often scares me because if the writers are not good at making the characters multidimensional, those two will only be tied together. With no growth for characters only the relationship and often times is the female character who suffers like Hawkami and the writers putting the ships growth before the character (Violet). Or they can scream dislike of the show until the end of the show like New Amsterdam fans.

It's going to be interesting how the absence of TK will affect CF and how NBC chooses to go forward should he decides to permanently step away instead of returning.

Sorry if this came off as a tangent but something I was thinking about after I read your anon.

I agree with all of this, Nonny! And no need to apologize. My inbox is always open to any thoughts you and others may have 🤗

While streaming has been on the rise, a lot of these network procedurals still draw in so many causal viewers and OC has Wednesday nights in a chokehold. It was a great decision for NBC to line them up in one night because that does increase ratings and I noticed how Fire's increased beginning season 7.

I am wondering though why they haven’t announced renewals yet but maybe Wolf Entertainment is still trying to negotiate a deal for another multi season renewal. Procedurals tend to run longer than other types of shows, in my opinion, because even with cast changes, people still tune in. Most viewers aren’t really tuning in for the ships. They want some type of entertainment through action or cases and probably something to take their minds off their busy day. CSI ran for 15 seasons even with a lot of the cast leaving and new characters coming in. I can honestly see the same thing happening for OC if NBC decides to keep the 10 pm hour after next season and if they continue to get renewed. For actors, while it is a stable, paying gig, sometimes they might want change or some new challenge. Playing the same character for x years can be tiring too, While we can’t speculate about Taylor and his LOA, and I hope he's okay, if he decides not to come back, they can look for another actor with a similar level of popularity and make him the lead. It opens up more writing opportunities (or maybe rehashing old storylines lol) but Jesse and potentially, Taylor leaving doesn't mean the shows are over. Same for PD with JLS (and I am quite curious about what went down with that) and Med with all the cast changes.

You bring up a good point on fan service too. Writers seem to scroll through fandom Twitter or social media to see what people are buzzing about. Love it when they give in to it but also, there’s a bit too much bad writing on these networks. 22 episode seasons are a doozy unlike shorter shows on streaming sites or UK shows that only have 6 to 10 episodes which leaves less room for error or lazy writing or fillers but again, the base the writers are playing too is less the fandom but more casual viewers who they need to keep tuning in weekly. Casual viewers don't really analyze when a character is OOC or if a ship tanked.

At the end of the day, we can scream, sigh, fangirl/boy about everything about TV and that’s just the roller coaster of emotions. TV shows should be fun and (maybe if it isn't all the time) a stress free way to unwind!

[blue-jisungs]

for the ask thingy: could i have dialogue 63, 70 and action 3, 25 with riki🤭 also CONGRATS ON 2KK🤗

a/n. thank you!! :Di wanted to write asks in order they were asked but i just got too much riki so i decided to mix it up a bit … so sorry for posting so late.

also i’ll never get enough of the pics with the kittens :”)

[ 6:17pm ] the loud thump of something falling onto the ground made you jolt up from the couch. it turned out it was just riki’s bag.

"i haven’t seen you all day i might pass out" he grunted and rushed into the living room, where you were seated, almost tripping over his own shoes. you stood up, curious about his strange behaviour.

"oof–" the wind was knocked out of your lungs as riki hugged you tightly, hands wrapping around your waist. your creeped on his tense shoulders, up to the soft locks of his hair. niki hid his face in the crook of your neck, nuzzling into it.

you didn’t have the heart to break the hug but you really wanted to look at his face. so you leaned away slightly, moving your hands to his cheeks and cupping them. niki jutted his bottom lip out, frowning.

"you’re being all cute and sweet, it’s making me want to kiss you" you sighed and there he was back, a mischievous spark in his eye.

"so do it then" he ordered yet his voice extremely soft. you leaned in and placed a tender peck on his lips and leaned right away just to send him a sweet smile.

"now you’re doing that" he whined and washed off that smile with even sweeter kiss. he squeezed your waist and leaned away, also breaking into a shy smile.

"doing what?" you chuckled.

"you smile so cutely and then i can’t get you out of my head for the whole day. and then i suffer" he grinned and stopped you from teasing him with another kiss.

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Progress Update 12/20/22 - Scene teaser, background sketch, kickstarter rewards, character quiz!

Hello all! Thank you so much for following Celestial Crowns thus far! ✨ Please wishlist on itch.io (https://harlevin.itch.io/celestial-crowns) so that you can follow the devlog, which features more in-depth updates than I post here. The Steam page will not be created until closer to Kickstarter timing. 👍🏾

Anyway, let’s jump in! 

Writing

I’m currently working on Aalam’s route! 🌌 There’s about 5,000 words so far and I’m just about to start scene 3. My goal is to write one scene a day until route completion.

Here’s a little sneak peek.This will feature the “spoiled” choice option, and a male Terra.

Terra "And what has your mood so elevated?"

Aalam "I am eager to begin the journey home. Andromeda awaits, and she is beautiful in the fall. You will be pleased."

Terra "I'm sure."

Aalam "Come, I will not have my future [groom] so displeased. What must I do?"

Terra "Get me another drink, please?"

"I only asked for a moment of peace and quiet, but Aalam seems pleased by the simple task regardless."

Aalam "Consider it done, Milav."

Terra "Excuse me?"

Aalam "I thought the good Advisor was exaggerating when he said you were behind in your studies."

Aalam "It is a word in the ancient tongue, it means \"beloved.\""

"I clear my throat, embarrassed that I didn't realize. I have never been very good at learning the second language, it seems to go in one ear and out the other, but Royals are supposed to be fluent."

Terra "Is that appropriate? We hardly know each other."

Aalam "We will know each other better soon enough."

"He gives me a polite nod before stepping away to get the drink, and I sigh." Terra "I thought I'd at least get a few months before having to suffer through pet names."

Celeste "Aw, that's so cute!"

"I jump, turning to see Celeste close behind me."

Terra "Celeste! Were you listening to our conversation?"

Celeste "Of course not. I was making myself available in case you need anything. Until you leave the palace, I am still your personal maid, after all."

"I give her a knowing look, but she just flutters her eyelashes innocently."

Terra "Well then, I {i}need{/i} you to dispose of this glass and find someone to clean up this mess."

Celeste "As you wish!"

"She bows and leaves to follow my orders. Aalam returns shortly after with a fresh goblet of wine, and I accept it with a \"thank you.\""

Aalam "You're very welcome. If you like wine, then you will be pleased by the castle stores in Andromeda. We have an extensive collection, some with over 100 years."

Terra "Fascinating."

Aalam "I see you are a hard man to impress. That is all right, I look forward to many, many attempts."

"I watch him over the rim of my glass as I take another drink."

Terra "Why bother trying to impress me? I've already agreed to marry you. What do you hope to gain?"

Aalam "Your love, of course."

"I nearly laugh out loud."

Terra "With all due respect, I'm sure we can both agree that this is a political marriage. Love has nothing to do with it."

Aalam "Not yet. But that doesn't mean it never will. Why limit ourselves to an existence where we merely tolerate each other? There's no reason not to test our compatibility in areas other than the practical. We might just fall in love."

Kickstarter

The Kickstarter is still planned for May, and I am quickly trying to gather all needed assets! 🎨 The currently planned rewards are:

Stickers

CG pack

Posters

T-shirts

Keychains

And more!

Some rewards I don’t want to start until the routes are complete, as they’ll need the context. That’s why I’m trying to finish at least the rough drafts quick. I hope to complete Aalam’s by the end of January, Sahi’s in February, and Lune’s in March.

But some rewards are in progress now! I’m currently working on the stickers. 

I decided to draw them as a set on one sheet, so they could be interacting with one another. Aren’t they cute? 🤗

I haven’t decided if I’ll also be drawing the keychains or if I’ll ask one of the other artists.

Which kickstarter reward are you looking forward to the most?

Backgrounds

More backgrounds are in progress! Here’s just a peek at the beautiful sketch Stef has made for the grand hall. 🥰

It’s enough to make me cry 😭 every background just makes the game more and more beautiful. I can’t wait until I get to show off everyone’s hard work! 

Character Quizzes

Finally, I’ll be posting character quizzes for each of the main characters! First up, Lune! Respond in the comments with any questions you’d like to ask the next character, Sahi! I’ll probably do a separate post for this as well.

[Picture text:

Q: So, what is your role in the castle?

A: Publicly, my role is to give the Monarch guidance on a spiritual and political level. Privately, I’m just here to make sure Terra doesn’t screw something up beyond repair.

Q: Do you enjoy working for Terra?

A: No. They make me attend a daily tea time. As if I have nothing better to do than sit and socialize.

Q: If you were King, what would you change?

A: The first thing I’d do is reevaluate General Sahi’s fitness for his position. I believe the previous King was far too generous with him.

Q: What’s your favorite color?

A: Is that a joke? Any decent citizen of Lauté bleeds purple.

]

Conclusion

That’s all for today, folks! Please please please reblog this to get it out to as many people as possible! Once this tumblr hits 300 followers, I will reveal the full version of Sahi’s CG! 🥳

[sweetestpopcorn]

Recently I've seen so many book stans repeating all the time that harwin was rhaenyra's soulmate/great love or whatever and I'm always so surprised lol, like when did someone make up that hc and decided that it was true just because they liked it???? There is barely anything on f&b about their relationship and I wouldn't say that the little the book has about them could lead me to that conclusion. Him being her lover and giving her children while she's married to a gay man is not enough to treat that as canon. I'm used to stans of the trash hbo show treating hcs or whatever they did there as the truth but book stans talking about their hcs as if they were established facts on the text makes me confused

Hi there Anon 🤗

I could say I am surprised but I would honestly be lying because book fans, "experts" and "intellectuals" saying things (and at times making wild claims - though it's not the case here) without a proper canon source has been common for many years.

Once again, having headcanons is perfectly fine, and to each their own, but claiming things we think are true without proper basis should not be made.

So Harwin Strong suffers much from the same problem as Laena Velaryon does in the sense that he does not have a proper personality. Her personality is liking to fly, his is being strong. He's also in a way defined not as a character but just as a way to get the "Velaryon" princes much like Laena is a way to get Baela and Rhaena and make Daemon a father.

About his relationship with Rhaenyra we know a few things, let me elaborate for anyone not familiar with the facts:

1- He had courted her before Viserys decided to marry Rhaenyra to Laenor (check Fire and Blood pg. 369)

2- He had long desired her (check Fire and Blood pg. 371)

3- According to Mushroom he was the man who actually took Rhaenyra's v-card. However, also according to Mushroom, this was less based on any love and more on rejection by Criston + anger + being h0rny (check Fire and Blood pg. 371)

4- Also according to Mushroom he was always by her side, they were lovers and he was the father of her three sons (Fire and Blood pg. 371, 372, 373, 376, and 377).

5- Septon Eustace raises the rumour that Harwin was Rhaenyra's lover and the father of her sons and dismisses it. HOWEVER, he also says that Harwin was by her side when she gave birth to Luke (check pg. 376) AND LATER ON gives us this pearl -> "Septon Eustace, more plausibly, suspects Prince Daemon, removing a rival for Princess Rhaenyra's affections." (Fire and Blood, pg. 383)

Eustace:

Can I just:

6- The year of 120 AC started and ended the same way: with Daemon's wife giving birth. Plot twist -> it was not the same wife.

Why am I bringing this up you ask? Well, because you see at the start of the year Daemon was married to Laena and Rhaenyra was still together with Harwin (who was her husband in every way except on paper). Yet at the end of the year Rhaenyra and Daemon are welcoming their first son together.

So they have at most 3 months for:

-Laena to die

-Laenor to die

-Harwin to die

Until the moment of conception... though... Harwin was sent away not too long before the fire of Harrenhal and Otto arriving to court as the new Hand to replace Lyonel, when it's announced Rhaenyra and Daemon got married. We don't know exact dates but it's entirely possible that Aegon's conception happened before my last point - Harwin's death.

So... what is undeniable here? Harwin and Rhaenyra were lovers for 6 years. They had 3 sons back to back (hehe). They spent a lot of time together. From the small information we have he seems very devoted to her. If nothing else they seem physically compatible and attracted to each other, and we know he desired Rhaenyra s#xually. It is also undeniable that barely was he cold on his grave - if he was dead at all - and Daemon was already "in" Rhaenyra (either they were married around this time or not remains a matter of debate).

Also undeniable, we have a LOT mentions of how Rhaenyra loved Daemon throughout her life - childhood, teenage years, and adulthood - and how they were close in all three of these moments. They were repeatedly separated only to be reunited and eventually married, and even while he was still married to Laena, and Rhaenyra was still together with Harwin and they were often together -> and no I don't believe they had any time of affair around this time and there is no mention/rumour of this having happened so if you see someone saying this it's a headcanon not a fact.

If the question here was: What was the healthiest relationship Rhaenyra had? The answer is clearly with Harwin Strong, a man much closer in age to her (estimates are that there were 7 years between them though it can be slightly more but likely not that much; if Harwin was 30 or pushing 30 by 114 AC it would be highly unusual for him to still be unmarried given his high position in society and the average age of marriage in Westeros), that was devoted her, and that she never actually ended the relationship as much as she was forced to end the relationship because they were made to be separated -> much like it happened with her and Daemon in 112 AC.

Small note on this last point because it does showcase a major difference between Rhaenyra's relationship with Harwin and her relationship with Daemon.

In 112 AC, when she and Daemon are discovered - what exactly they were doing can be debated between bases 2, 3, or 4 - after they are separated, Rhaenyra has no other relationship (besides being courted and having dudes after her) until 114 AC... when she is forced to marry Laenor Velaryon.

In 120 AC, upon being publicly accused of having an affair with Harwin Strong and being separated from him not two months pass - and this would mean Laena's death and Laenor's death happened in the same month which I find unlikely so we are probably dealing with less time than two months - and she is in bed with Daemon.

Now, some points could be made here such as:

What she went through in 112 AC was more traumatic than what she went through in 120 AC so maybe it was not like she liked one man more than the other but just that she didn't want to be caught again and have more trouble;

Or that -> the man she truly wanted was Criston (according to Mushroom) but he had refused her so that's why there was no one else and she only attempted again when she was desperate; But I ask, given everything that happened, given the entire story, what do you think? What is the simplest answer? What is more plausible? If you have to think too much or give too complicated an answer, if it’s not obvious... it’s probably not the correct option. 

About the question is Harwin her soulmate/one true love? On that regard, given the book and the facts, I think given everything the answer is no. Clearly the most important relationship of her life, the man she loved above all others, the one she never forgot, was Daemon.

Was this reciprocated? Debatable. Maybe very debatable. But from Rhaenyra's part I really do fail to see any merit in arguing against it when there is just so much in the books and it all aligns with the simple fact that: she loved and never forgot Daemon.

Did this mean she didn't love Harwin? No, I don't think it does. It is more than possible and completely common that throughout one's life we will love more than one person -> I am talking about actual love not just passion. It's highly unlikely that someone like Rhaenyra who had so few partners (2) would maintain a relationship for so long without having feelings for the person. Going any further and extrapolating it to "love of her life"... yeah stretch, and headcanon. Which everyone is very free to have!

Everyone is entitled to their opinions and headcanons and we should respect them and if it's not for us, we just move away.

Tbh though, it's not a headcanon that I have any significant problem with. It's justice for Harwin and he kind of deserves it because for so long he was completely brushed over and ignored and while Laena was the love of Daemon's life based on www.voicesinmyhead.com, by the same voices Rhaenyra didn't give a flying f_ck about Harwin and he was little more than a disposable dild0. What I think is motivating this though is not the books said readers read, but another thing and you guessed it: REDACTED.

If I had a penny for every "book-reader" that is now debating REDACTED as if it's part of book canon I would be very rich. Which would be nice since I would have something positive come out of this :))

And if there is still doubt about what REDACTED says about canon, besties, here you go:

Sorry for the very long answer! Anyway, good on you Ser Beefcakes! At least you are having some recognition.

Harwin Strong regarding his fate of dying yet still having been Rhaenyra's lover for 6 years and potentially having her v-card on his back pocket:

[littlebless]

Hai der, I decided to vent (?) a lil since I don't really talk much about myself here (or in any social media platform :p)

I was just thinking about how big of a ride this year has been. I've suffered from depression, anxiety and dysphoria (among other stuff) for almost as long as I can remember and I just feel like this was the first year in my life that I've felt different... truly happy 😌

💁‍♀️ It was this year that the effects of HRT started becoming more noticeable and I started feeling more comfortable in my body (my 1st HRT anniversary was in March!) 🙆‍♀️

🎓 It was this year that I became sure that I'm in the right course. I'm a 2nd year college student and am studying psychology. All of it just makes so much sense, it is reaaally interesting, more than I thought it would be after my boring first year hehehe 👩‍🎓

👨‍👧 It was this year that I met daddy irl. He has been a huge source of support, be it physically, emotionally or bloggigally hehe I love him so so much, I really couldn't ask for a better one. Also shoutout to my mommy, whom I also love a lot and is also a huge source of support for me, even though we can't be together irl👩‍👧

📸 It was this year that I started this blog, something I've dreamed of doing for a long time. As if that wasn't enough, it blew up pretty quickly, to my surprise, since I was still pretty insecure about my body. It has helped A LOT with that! I have also met plenty of wonderful people who are now my friends 🤗 even though I didn't really use any social media before (not much, at least), I don't regret any of this in the slightest, even if it can get a lil overwhelming at times 😅 thank you so much for being a part of it ❤🍼

🚀 It was this year that I started making paid content. I have to admit that it is harder than I imagined, to the point where I was feeling pressured to wear diapers more often than I felt comfortable, just so I could post a ton of pics all the time... it can be tiring to turn something you do in order to relax into something you HAVE to do and that was making wearing diapies less enjoyable :( which is why I cut down the subscription price and am now updating less often c:

On the other hand, it is only because of this that I've been able to afford diapies at all (special thanks to @james23slipknot for getting my first 3 packs after starting this blog ❤). I can only be in college because I have a full scholarship (which I'll lose if I get a job), my mum earns the minimum wage and my dad refuses to support me in any way, so I've always worried a lot about money and avoided spending it in things like diapies. It is thanks to my subscribers that I'm able to get them without feeling guilty 😌 I've been avoiding talking about this because I don't wanna be misunderstood, I'm not in a terrible situation, I have enough money to survive, I just can't spend much on things for myself. All of this to say that that is why I really can't thank my subscribers enough 🥰🥰 when I say that it is thanks to them that I'm able to make content at all, I mean it. Without them, you'd only be getting updates here once in a blue moon :p 💫

🌈 It was this year that I started feeling actually happy with my life for the first time. I was still deeply depressed during January, February and maybe March, but then all of this started happening. I have definitely grown A LOT and also feel a lot more active, productive, motivated and that I can actually have a future I'm happy with. This year has a been a wild ride and I have a feeling 2022 will be another one 😊

Thank you so much for accompanying me on this journey 🥰 I hope you'll still be here with me next year 😁💫

🎊

Happy Holidays

Merry Christmas And a Happy New Year

🎉🎅❤

[ayameyumesaki]

Tokyo Babylon - CLAMP Premium Collection - Commentary Part... 10

Honestly I forgot the number everytime and should do a recheck every goddamn times 😭 Please, myself, you aren't that old.

Previous Part First Part Next Part

Onto my favorite volume from this series! Damn, I look forward to comment this volume the most since I started, and I never thought I would be this devoted ;;w;; Honestly, the release of this cover was what makes me go "I SHOULD COLLECT IT". Pink is my favorite color and it clearly doesn't associate with TB but still, the fact they have pink cover is enough to make me to collect it. (Also, Subaru in heels like he should 🤗)

Let's go to the content. Like I said, volume 4 is my favorite volume because, you got to see our protagonist in two flavors by one sitting. I totally forgot "Crime" chapter exists until I saw the table of contents; I thought they only have Save chapter here. 😥 I'm sorry

Also, I realized it when I read volume 5 and above, but TB's art style actually changed slightly throughout time. In volume 4, it wasn't that clear yet, but when you get to volume 5 later, you probably notice how bold the art line was. I think Mokona-sensei also mentioned that she fixed several things in CPC version, so I think the bolder line might be one of that. Back onto the art style, I think the art style in volume 4 is the art style we probably saw the most in merchandise.

I will stop here I can go nonstop if we are talking about the art style itself. I have so much things to talk about that.

Let's go to the first chapter in this volume, Crime chapter!

So, if I'm going to summarize this chapter in one word, it will be "conflicted". Why? Okay, first, I'm going to ask you and think.

When you hear the word "crime", what do you think it means?

For me, "crime" is when you make someone else suffer as the consequences of your action towards that person. You willingly make them suffer, or you willingly make them take something they shouldn't feel at all. In my country, "crime" also means going against the law, against what people already decided as "the right thing to do". It can be based on religion or society, depends on the rules.

This is what the chapter offers on the first page, before the first panel. They wrote down the meaning of "crime" based on dictionary.

While you are reading this commentary, or even reading the chapter itself, I hope you keep in mind about what crime means to you, while we read what this word has to do with this chapter.

We started the chapter with Subaru looking at a shrine being torn down. He looked... sad 😥 look at that last panel on the left. If Subaru looked at me with such puppy eyes all the time, I would... hug him, pat him, and cry for him instead then we probably cry together 😭

Then we saw him entering a McDonalds.

And Hokuto really screamed his name. Subaru was embarassed and told Hokuto that if she screamed that loud, it will bother the others. Hokuto replied with "what are you talking about? If I didn't call you, you won't realize where we are for 5 minutes". That's clearly me. My behavior. Being confused over a place to sit for 5 minutes.

Subaru settled down and apologized for making Seishiro wait. Seishiro said he chatted with Hokuto and they discussed about graves.

Cute Subaru panels 😭😭😭 That "What" panel already becomes my meme.

Going back to the story, the topic they discussed about was "rather than having a house, have a grave". Subaru was confused so Hokuto explained that "even thought Japan's economic bubble burst, the price of land in Tokyo didn't show any sign of bursting as well, just like a grave". (If you are confused about economic bubble, I talked about it in another post since it was quite complicated or you can google it. One of the topic I hated about Japan's economy)

Then Hokuto said, "Then, because the sudden rise of land price inside the city, there aren't many people who owned a grave. In turn, even thought you worked hard, collected the money and bought a grave, if there was no one who can take care of that grave, the land will be owned by the government". Subaru then asked why and Hokuto replied with "that's how the law goes". Seishiro said "the people of Tokyo, even after dead, they can't rest in peace".

Subaru looked troubled and Hokuto asked why Subaru didn't look okay. He then mentioned a shrine being torn down.

Subaru then explained, you can't move a grave in case you wake someone who is sleeping inside the grave, and it's even more difficult to move or destroy a shrine. Since before, a shrine is used to seal. First they trapped unpleasant or dangerous beings and to prevent them from doing things like destruction, shrine became the symbol for that seal. That's why, moving a shrine means letting go that sealed being.

Then of course, our precious protagonist goes all guilty about it. He knew that he couldn't do anything about it, but when he saw it the torii being destroyed, he felt bitter about it.

Then of course Hokuto-nee-chan has nothing of her brother's sense of guilt and told him,

"You started it again! Subaru always took everything as your fault. I told you. Human can only do a little in their life, so one should do their best on what they can. Saving a shrine or torii that was destroyed wasn't something you can do. That's why just think about the thing that you can do"

Yeah. You should say it to him louder, Hokuto-nee-chan. The next part is Seishiro told Subaru to eat the Egg Muffin and Chicken Nugget and Hokuto asked if Subaru planned to throw away Seishiro's love. Oh my...

Hokuto asked what Subaru planned to do that day and he said he is going to do an assignment from school which is drawing a real-life scenery. Hokuto said there's no assignments like that from school (SO HOKUTO DID GO TO SCHOOL) and Subaru explained that since he rarely came to art class, the teacher gave him a special assignment. Hokuto said "it's for your job" but Subaru said he couldn't use it as an excuse and the teacher told him that if he can draw it properly, he will get a credit--or a score, I think. Subaru said they could fail him, but the school helped him to pass grade.

And Hokuto protested as it was a Sunday and a good weather day, but Seishiro supported him by saying "It's a perfect day for drawing". Hokuto was conflicted and said she should have make Subaru a bento for lunch then Subaru went "I'm already eating now". She then asked what he will do dinner, and Subaru said he will eat outside. Seishiro asked where Hokuto went, and she replied that she had a date. With the foreigner girl, I suspected. 🤧

Then whatever happened in this panel. To summarize it: Hokuto didn't want Subaru to have dinner alone so Subaru said he will eat properly but Hokuto said if she let him alone he won't eat so Seishiro invited him to his house to have dinner and our number #1 SeiSub shipper Hokuto supported it. And Subaru didn't even denying his invitation.

NEXT.

SO FINALLY, Subaru got some peace in his life. As he drew, he got to think about how kind Seishiro, but he also wondered about his interference during the incident in Tokyo Tower and the "Call" case before.

What kind of person... Seishiro-san is?

Finally, you question him, Subaru. Fun fact: 1) Subaru actually wondered if Seishiro is related to Sakurazukamori. 2) From now on, whenever Subaru had a me time, he will go and think about Seishiro's kindness, then question him in the same time. :D Talking about stepping down one step into the hell, oh well.

But if Subaru had a chapter filled with peace, we probably read a different series so.

I want to add that Subaru, being a person related to spirits, deliberately choose Yasukuni Shrine as the place he would like to draw. I wrote an additional note for this particular shrine, but simply said, it's not a favorable shrine since it was also used to enshrine WWII A-list War Prisoners, so whenever politician visited it, it would cause a controversy. Boy, can you choose another shrine 😭 though this shrine is probably felt the same for him, no wonder you still got a problem when you visit it...

Onto the story, Subaru felt a strange miasma and he walked around, noticed a woman in front of a soil. He noticed what she was doing right away and she said "no one will disturb her".

She then tried to run away and Subaru asked what she buried under the ground. She said no one can disturb her and Subaru guessed it's an inugami. She asked how did he knew and Subaru asked why she did that.

She then said "why can't she do it? She won't get punished after all" and Subaru told her, to, listen to him, in such expression. OH MY...

He then explained that "He didn't know the situation but using inugami to curse won't just take the one she cursed, but also her life". She then said she doesn't care.

My "happiness" was ended that day. Now, no matter what kind of hell waiting me, it's not different from everyday.

I don't know how Subaru pursuaded her but they finally calmed down and talk. She then explained that she is the mother of the child in "Child Abduction and Murder" two years ago. She then told her story; her daughter was just about to enter elementary school that spring and her husband is working in a contact lens company. They lived a pretty normal life, until one day, her daughter didn't come home. She reported it to the police and they searched for her for two months with no lead. She said, during the times her daughter was missing, she dreamed her daughter was being bullied, being pierced or tied. But when they found her, she was already dead.

The suspect was someone they didn't know at all. He just found her cute and brought her with him. But since she exploded and noisy, he grabbed her face and put her under water, so she became quiet. Subaru asked if the suspect was caught, and she said yes, but he wasn't convicted the punishment.

She then explained that since he wasn't mentally stable, they can't give him a "punishment". If the law can't punish him, then she will punish him. She wanted to kill him right away during the trial, but then, she will be punished by law when she didn't do anything wrong, thus she will kill him in the same way like he did.

In Japan right now, if you kill by cursing someone, you didn't kill them by yourself. If you don't kill them by yourself, then you can't be punished. Just like him, even when the fact you killed someone doesn't change, whichever was unpunishable.

When she was killed, I finally understand. "The sin you did", "the law used to judge", "the punishment you need to atone", everything is decided by the law.

The others who spread rumors. The others who comes for news coverage. The others who defense the perpreator. The others who examined his mentality. The others who judged him as unpunishable.

The others will never understand the real wound inflicted to the victim.

She then explained she searched for a way to kill him after a thorough research, she found inugami. She killed her daughter's beloved dog and buried it in Yasukuni Shrine. She then explained to Subaru, that even if Subaru reported it, they won't punish her and will think that she is just someone with a slight strange head.

Subaru then told her if she used a curse technique, then she will receive the damage equal to it. She said it doesn't matter if she dies. Her child is her happiness. The happiness she collected for 31 years was destroyed in a second by someone she doesn't know at all.

He can't let her like that. He should stop her, Subaru thought.

Subaru then asked the daughter's name and she said "Mai". Subaru tried to persuade her to stop by saying that her daughter probably doesn't desire that. She doesn't want her mother to be in misfortune. He then told her that there is way to talk to Mai for a while, using mitamayose. He ensured her that he will bring Mai's soul to that place. To her.

And he did. He did.

But...

It doesn't go as he thought.

Subaru was shocked. The lady opened her eyes and saw her daughter, but she couldn't hear what she said. Thus she asked Subaru to tell her, what she said.

You see, at this point, the belief Subaru held about this whole situation was destroyed. The daughter asked her mother to punish the man. Do you think he stops and tell her the truth?

No.

Subaru decided to lie. He told the lady that her daughter asked her to stop what she was doing and she wants her to be happy.

The girl, realizing that Subaru didn't tell her the truth, said "It hurts. It's suffocating." while looking at Subaru as if she was hurt by Subaru's words. Subaru couldn't look at her face.

The next scene, Seishiro wondered why Subaru hasn't come yet (while cooking in an apron too, oh my) and he should persuade him to pick him up. Subaru then came drenched in rain and told Seishiro that he needs to think a bit, so he will pass the dinner offer. But Seishiro picked Subaru up and brought him inside.

And nooooo my baby was crying so hard 😭😭

Subaru told Seishiro what happened and while he realized that while doing this job, he won't meet pretty thing everytime, that day was too much. He literally lied to the lady. He knew he was wrong, and he realized he lied to her for his own sake. He shouldn't lie in his job, and someone's happiness is decided by their ownselves.

Seishiro then asked Subaru, if Subaru knew that someone's happiness was decided by themselves, then it's the same for whether Subaru lied at that time is right or not. If Subaru made a mistake and no one know about it, can they attack him? No. He then said Subaru should forgive himself. He went to assure Subaru that he thought what Subaru said was right, and if Subaru is wrong, then Seishiro is also wrong. He said he will protect Subaru if someone attack him, and he should sleep. Subaru thanked him and went to sleep.

At this rate, it seems I will win the bet. Subaru-kun.

DUDE. Should you end the chapter like that?

Now, let's discuss about the topic of this chapter. I asked you in the beginning, "what is the meaning of crime for you?". The definition of crime I told in the beginning, was, actually changed after reading this chapter. So, after thinking correctly about what is crime, you can proceed to the next step!

This is the continuation of the first question.

By the end of the chapter, Subaru told Seishiro that he knew he was wrong, but Seishiro told him Subaru's choice wasn't wrong. It wasn't clear whether what he did was right or wrong within this story. Now, I asked you, the reader, to think.

Was what Subaru did, lying to that woman so she would stop the curse, a right choice?

I asked my mother and my friend for this, and they... gave a pretty interesting answer. My mother said "Subaru was wrong to lie, he should tell the truth, because it was only her who can judge whether she should continue or not", much like how Subaru himself thinks about his action in this chapter, while my friend said "What Subaru did was wrong but I will do the same in that situation".

For me? I don't know. To me, if I'm in Subaru's shoes, I will do the same as him, but I will surely punish myself for that. My mom is right, but I know my heart won't let me do that. Yet, that just justify my own ego and it goes back to the foremost problem of this story: the concept of "right" and "wrong". It wasn't right to decide something for someone else. It wasn't wrong to save someone as well. Thus, I don't know how to answer that question myself.

Then again, if Subaru didn't lie, she will proceed with inugami thing and she will certainly die. Remember that the focus in Subaru's cause to lie wasn't about her taking revenge, but about her safety.

But, let's take a look why Subaru got a breakdown like that. Subaru realized that he just decided her life like the others she mentioned before. He had an ability to interact with the spirits, and she relied on him to convey her daughter's messages. But he lied to her when she put a huge trust on him, especially when he proved his words for being able to summon her daughter's spirit.

Now, was Subaru committed a crime? What is a crime?

Subaru said he commited crime. A crime, that, like Seishiro said, was unknown to anyone else except Subaru and probably that girl. And he committed that crime for, in his own language: for his own sake, but for us the readers: to save her. Which is connected to the next chapter, "Save", where we will think more about what "save" actually means as well.

It's funny that I really forget about this chapter when it's actually a pretty important chapter. Subaru got emotional because of what he thinks to be his mistake, and Seishiro just marched ten steps forward into Subaru's fragile heart.

[carewyncromwell]

“Winnie is as normal as her brother and I are, and I will not stand here and listen to you insinuating otherwise. You wouldn’t even need to ask if Winnie had magic if you had ever bothered getting to know her, rather than making more and more mistakes just trying to escape from your previous ones.  And believe you me, Evan – you will make a terrible mistake if you make one move toward taking my Winnie away from me.”

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Okay, so there’s been a lot of content on the HPHM community centered around MC’s dad, thanks to those recent Datamine spoilers...so I decided I should probably do something featuring Carewyn’s real dad, the Muggle department store manager Evan Bach, while also showcasing that Lane Cromwell is Best Mother in the Universe. (Love you, @aceyanaheim​ 🤗)

But yes. This is the final argument that shattered Evan and Lane’s marriage beyond repair and made Evan walk out on his family, never to return. Truly, I don’t see Evan as an inherently evil person -- he truly loved Lane and wanted to “rescue” her from the abusive, unloving home life she’d told him she’d suffered. (Basically, he’s a misguided Gryffindor type.) And although he was indisputably a terrible father to Jacob and Carewyn, it largely comes down to him being so scarred by his own father not being in his life thanks to him getting chucked into prison for committing violent crimes. It makes it so that Evan distrusts anything that strays outside the straight and narrow path he (and by extension everyone else in society) is expected to follow, which in turn makes him try to “correct” those misbehaviors before they could theoretically spiral out of his control and make him lose anyone else like he did his father. And considering just how much Lane had to keep secret from Evan all those years they were married about the Wizarding World, magic, her dangerous family, and even their own children, it’s not completely surprising that Evan was upset and betrayed when he learned the truth. He’d always considered himself the head of the household and learning that his always very dutiful, submissive and may-I-point-out-slightly-younger-and-more-naive wife in truth had these kinds of skeletons in her closet was a betrayal he could hardly articulate the weight of.

But for as sympathetic as some of his rationale might be, Evan still managed to make Lane Cromwell -- a painfully soft-spoken and reclusive woman who never learned how to properly express anger thanks to her abusive father and so can only emotionally shut down rather than rage or shout -- snap by insinuating that maybe Carewyn could still turn out “normally,” if there was just some way to “stamp out” her budding magic. 

Anyone who might’ve doubted Lane was a daughter of Charles Cromwell wouldn’t have, if they’d seen how heartless and cruel her almond-shaped sky-blue eyes were upon her husband that night. Being the subject of that gaze, coupled with the foreboding, deathly quiet voice in which Lane spoke, is one of the few times in his life that Evan ever felt afraid, and the first and only time he’d ever been afraid of his wife. He was so afraid, in fact, that he packed his bags and fled that very night, never to return. And to this day, Lane, Jacob, and Carewyn have had no contact with Evan Bach. Not that that’s stopped Lane from cultivating her own happily-ever-after, raising her two kids on her own as a single mother, becoming a well-respected magical historian as she always dreamed, and even eventually helping take down her abusive father and his magical Cabal so as to protect herself and her precious bairns. 💙

Hope you all like this...as always, please consider liking/reblogging/commenting! It’s actually kind of cool to draw these two again after so long, and I hope to make more fun content for you all in the future! ✨