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winchesterszvonecek · 1 year ago

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Brian ‘Otis’ Zvonecek Masterlist

Full Masterlist

Girl Talk: Otis misinterprets your girl talk with Shay and Dawson

Third Date: After your third date with Brian, you finally decide to introduce him to your baby daughter and things couldn’t have gone more perfect

The Zoo: After introducing Brian to your baby girl, he joins the two of you on your daughters first trip to the zoo

Closing Time: 18+ Leaving your phone at Molly’s leads to a surprising turn of events

Runaway Bride: Brian can’t let you get married without telling you how he feels

Insecure: Otis feels insecure in his relationship with you every time he’s reminded that your ex boyfriend is Lieutenant Kelly Severide

It Made Me Think of You: Otis gives you a gift that made him think of you as a way to finally confess his feelings for you

Headache: Otis takes care of you when you get a headache

Dressing Room: Your shopping trip changes for the better when you bump into a rather cute firefighter in the dressing

Pool Table: You and Otis bet against each other during a game of pool

Laser Tag: Cruz gets fed up when you and Otis keep making out during laser tag

Stood Up: After getting stood up on your date, you find yourself bumping into some much better company

Morning After: You wake up next to Brian for the first time

Come to Bed: You try and get Brian to come to bed

Big Hug Mug: You accidentally break Otis’s favourite mug and his reaction was not at all what you expected it to be

First Christmas: Your first proper Christmas with Brian becomes that much more special when he asks you that one magical question

The Gala: You and Brian attend the CFD gala together where things quickly turn from boring to steamy 18+

“Fine, you can use me as a pillow.”

“You take me so well.” 18+

“I wish you would just look at me for two seconds.”

Things you said at 1am.

“Let me know if I’m doing anything wrong, okay? I want to make you feel as good as possible.” “O-Okay.” 18+

“Okay, but I think we should do that again. For research purpose. For humanity.”

For one muse to take the other from behind. 18+

Cliché

Trouble

“If you don’t turn off that stupid video game and have sex with me, I’m gonna masturbate right here.” + “Show me how you pleasure yourself.” 18+

Surprise

Bonfire

“Damn you look good on your knees.” + “You taste so good.” 18+

Gift

No one’s ever done this for me before

“Now everyone knows you’re off limits.”

“Do you want my fingers?” 18+

Sharing ice-cream

“You know, I talk to a lot of people every single day. I hear all their voices telling me all kinds of stuff; I hear it all. And the only voice I really wanna listen to is yours, you know? Even when you’re driving me crazy. So come on. Please… Just drive me crazy again?”

To take a hot bath with my muse 18+

“Aren’t you afraid of getting seen with me?”

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” + “Don’t act so shy now.” + “Stop, you’re making me blush in public.”

“My muscles are aching.” “They weren’t aching last night when we were…” “Shut up, that’s exactly the reason why they are aching right now.”

“Are you trying to get us in trouble?”

How He’d React:

To you asking him out on a date rather than the other way round

To finding out you hadn’t seen his favourite movie/TV show

To you wearing his clothes

Play Pretend: You ask Otis to attend your family reunion with you on one condition… that he pretends to be your boyfriend. complete - ao3 link

Original Character (ao3):

To Hell and Back: Chicago Fire x Supernatural crossover - In which Otis comes to learn about what’s truly out there when he finds himself falling for a Winchester on hold

One Night Stand: In which after a drunken one night stand, Otis makes it his mission to track down the woman who he can’t seem to forget. complete ✔️

City of Smoke: In which a new paramedic has a rocky start at firehouse fifty-one, but after working her way into the hearts of those in the house, she soon finds she’d worked her way into one of their hearts just a little too much. complete ✔️

A Slow Burn: In which a new truck member catches the eyes, and the heart, of fifty-one’s very own Otis. complete ✔️

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darkwicks-unpaid-intern · 1 month ago

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"Sheesh, it's like you guys can't do anything around here without me."

This is an rp blog for my TKDB original character/mc, Ryan Barette run by @scrimmification.

I also run an Alan Mido account, @alan-mido. This is a side blog off my main, so any likes or follows will come from there. I also have a TKDB specific blog @lesbianmido.

NSFW interactions will be tagged, but in general this is an 18+ space

Mod's timezone is EST. Replies may be slow due to school and work. Please don't rush me!

I reserve the right to ignore any asks or messages that I feel uncomfortable responding to

I ship with chem, but please clear any intent on shipping with me privately in advance

All art featured is my own unless stated otherwise

General content warning for potential themes of depression, suicide, and all the weird fucked up shit that already happens in this game anyway.

Please be nice to me

Character info under the cut!

Ryan "The Inspector" Barette

Foreigner (American) - They/Them - early 20's - Transfer Student

A civilian from overseas who wound up entangled in Darkwick's seedy underbelly by freak accident. Now they've been tasked with watching over the schools' colorful cast of ghouls - aided by the mysterious enhancement ability of their ring. They're cursed to turn into an anomaly in one years time. Ryan is a generally soft-spoken and socially awkward person, almost constantly forced out of their comfort zone. They generally try to give everyone around them the benefit of the doubt. However, the current countdown clock on their lifespan has taken the form of a kind of 'fuck it, we ball' attitude on life. Now they're open to trying pretty much anything once. Eating an anomaly? Sure. Getting injected with dubious chemicals? Why not. Picking fights with people twice their size? Eh, I'm dying anyway. Who cares. They're polite, not a pushover. You know what they say - a cornered animal will do anything it has to to escape.

Misc notes:

The mark of the curse takes the form of a sleeve tattoo on their left forearm. It gradually spreads across their body the longer the curse goes uncured.

They have a nervous laughter tick and are prone to making jokes in awkward or dangerous situations in an attempt to lighten the mood.

Before coming to Darkwick, they were an unemployed artist going through a personal slump. When asked, however, they tend to lie about their past life to sound less pathetic.

They're good with their hands and have experience with welding and woodworking. They often borrow tools from Vagastrom in an attempt to patch the broken holes in their dorm room. Sometimes they fix personal items the ghouls break during missions.

Ryan's past, besides some small details, is mostly a mystery to the other ghouls. They tend to describe themself as a 'not particularly interesting' person before attending the academy. They also are prone to deflecting personal questions. Before the events of Darkwick, they were professionally diagnosed with suicidal depression. If not for the concern of the people around them, they would have probably just let the curse kill them naturally.

THAT BEING SAID THE BANDAIDS AREN'T SELF HARM SCARS! They're prone to injuring themself in weird and stupid ways pretty much constantly. Zero sense of self preservation. They always have at least 4 of these stuck to them at all times.

Basically imagine like... if the MC wasn't nearly as much of a pushover. Like if they were kind of a pushover but every day they are gradually getting closer to their limit. One day they will snap and bite someone for real.

(Wheel is just to show how they will likely interact with other canon characters. Relationships between muses are likely to change naturally or can be planned out in advance otherwise. Don't feel obligated play off Ryan in a certain way just because of the chart)

#tokyo debunker oc #tokyo debunker #oc rp #ask blog #ooc post

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panie-wanie-dean-bean · 1 year ago

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Thank u so much for the lore answer, I love the cotton candy sweetness of fluff but ima lil drunk right now, so i wanted to share a f-ed up question if that's okay, (you'r free to not answer if not,) but since Bo is so determined to like not fuck upnot be sent back n stuff what kind of stuff would he avoid doing around MC 4hat he used to do around his previous masters?

and like, if its related or not, i had this headcanon that im glad u gave some bo backstory for bc where it was like, wat would happen if he accidentally caused a accident with all his adorbs puppy energy, like he's playing tag with Jack or somethin and with Bos megahuge beach boy buff arms just knocks MC down the flight of their fancy imported italian marble stairs edged with silver (they say this as they're fallin down btw 'ah! Im falling down my fancy imported italian marblestairshks Im stupid)

but anyway yea they break something or get like super injured or something and ofc the ambulance has to be called and they're taken ro the hospital to stay for awhile, which sucks bc like ofc society looks down on hybrids so everyone is side eyeing this adorable zoo mansion bc they're lame and 1 brain celled and like "thats wat happens when u have a house full of wild animals they should be put down if u ask me" and MCs attitude is like a grim but professional "if i had both my arms Id beat ur ass bitch, wats ur @? Soon as this morphine drip is done its over for u hoes" but like they probably have a cast or somethin . Anyway MC's worried about the boys, and me the OP is worried about Bo bc like Trauma city would hit his brain harrd, and i dont even know if the other guys would be so forgiving and stuff bc i mean they Should they're a family, but that was two(2) flights of imported italian marble dude, fuck, why play football tag,, in the house?? And idk i just felt bad bc jack n Bo esp probably would feel double bad even tho MC loves him so much he's just a hyper guy, he cant help his zoomzooms, i dont/cant fathom wat he and the boys would do in this situation probably pack his one thing (an old mc shoe) ina rucksack n try to run away miserably or maybe 24/7 at the hospitsl despite all the nasty looks and comments bc they're hybrids or magbe even hiding away bc he absolutely believes that mc will send him away once they lock eyes again, but regardless of either of those things, if MC has to roll up to the house in that (yknow that spongebob character guy who was born with glass bones and paper skin ass Giant ass full body cast on rollers??) To go find that boy and over the grand table firmly tell them not to harbor any horrible thoughts about themselves or each other, bc it was an accident and about lovin them unconditionally and being a family, i might cry or somethinf, the table is also imported italian maple btw MC-s parents had a thing i think they fucked an italian architect guy, or somethin anyway i luv u, im gonna eat a burrito so let me know if u want any thing from the kitchen luv u

Lemme know if tuis text is broken up enough bc i skimmed over it and i was like this is like the stat wars openin or some shit i put gaps in

🖤

First of all, sweety, for me, take a sip or two of water, ok? And make sure you sleep on your side if you're still drunk by then, forehead kisses all around

Anyways, Bo would just mask everything that brings him joy by the time you adopt him. No bouncing, no stimming in general, no talking unless asked, no indulging in his hyperfixations or special interests, he even tries to limit his tail wagging. He's come to correlate his own joy with bad behavior so he's just straight up not him when you first meet him

Holy shit, this is good, but fuck man. Bo wouldn't know what to do with himself. Once the ambulance takes you away he thinks you died. He's in full shutdown, no talking, no eating, no moving off your bed and your scent

Jack would also be distraught, both because he was playing with Bo and because he cleans those stairs so often they're just a little more slippery from how clean they are. He stays with Bo most days, Rory coming in with meals to make sure they don't starve in there. Jack eats a little. Bo doesn't

Rory feels bad for Jack and Bo, he knows they didn't mean it and trusts Jack's recount of events. Nick keeps himself busy by visiting you in the hospital, Shaun wants to go too but since cat's are a popular allergen he's not allowed in unless he needs care. Ian goes as often as he can so he doesn't have enough time to plot Bo's death. Jean and Berry are pissed and openly talk about kicking Bo out. They know better than to talk about Jack like that with Rory around. Joseph is stuck as peace maker until you get back, making sure that no fights break out and they Jean doesn't poisons Bo's food with onions, not that he'd eat it anyhow

When you finally get home and tell everyone that you forgive Bo seeing as it was an accident Bo finally lets everything hit him and cries. He's on his best behavior the months following, you'll have to reteach him to drop his "good boy" mask and be himself

#🖤 anon #whispers of an angry god #hybrid au #sdj Jack #sdj Rory #sdj Jean #sdj Joseph #sdj Bo #sdj Nick #sdj Shaun #sdj Ian #sdj Barry

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cosmicjoke · 2 years ago

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Nah, not really, I don't particularly care about AoT. You're the first person I addressed because it's against the unspoken "Tumblr etiquette" to tag something you are directly criticizing, so I am lecturing you. Also, um, why, am I wrong? Torture is a war crime. He is a torturer. Use of child soldiers is a war crime. He uses child soldiers. Multiple, seven, to be exact. Eren is a child, his ward, too, that he manipulates and beats up and on multiple occasions. Historia is a child and he throttles her (and manipulates as well). Jean is a child and he beats him up to the point of making him vomit. So, like, yeah, a child abusing war criminal, isn't he?

So you don't know anything about AoT. Good to know. I can criticize anything I want, too, so whatever. I'm entitled to my opinion. It was a mild criticism at that. I don't go around tumblr looking for people's negative opinions on things I like, but when I come across them, I just leave them be. People are allowed to state whatever they want on THEIR blogs. Following or not following some made up, arbitrary rules which aren't stated anywhere isn't a good enough reason for you to "lecture" me on anything. My blog, MY opinions, I can do whatever the fuck I want.

As to what you have to say about Levi, you're taking actions of his and presenting them in isolation, out of context, which is the refuge of people who have an agenda in wanting to push a certain image or narrative, and who in reality have no substantive argument.

You're judging Levi by today's standards of conduct in war as well, which is absurd, given the time period the story actually takes place in. HE doesn't use child soldiers. That was simply the system in place. One which he had no choice or hand in, in terms of decision making. All of those "child soldiers" were volunteers, besides, so no one forced them to join. He tortures a single person, yes, but then, moral ambiguity is part and parcel for all the characters in AoT. That's the point of the story, after all, that everyone is capable of doing "monstrous" things in order to do what they believe is right. Levi gives a huge monologue about this shortly afterward. And, once more, you're judging Levi by today's standards of wartime conduct, and not at all considering the fact that he was living on an island which was totally isolated from the rest of the world and which would have no context or basis for what would be considered within the "legal limits" of wartime conduct outside of the island. Torture was apparently perfectly legal according to the government in place in Paradis.

He beat Eren up to save his life. Again, you're taking Levi's actions out of context to paint an over-simplified and negative picture of him. You're wrong. He manhandled Historia, he didn't "throttle" her, he didn't beat her up or hurt her, and she had an obligation, as a soldier in the Survey Corps, to fulfill her duty as a soldier. Once more, you're taking Levi's actions out of context to paint an over-simplified and incorrect picture of his character. He kicks Jean and Eren to break up a stupid fight they were having. That's it. They're soldiers under his command. It's hardly unheard of for physical discipline to be employed when dealing with subordinate soldiers, especially ones who through their own lack of discipline and control may threaten the safety of the group as a whole. This was happening one night before they were all meant to go on the most dangerous and uncertain mission the SC had ever undertaken. And Eren and Jean were acting like self-absorbed idiots. Beyond that, Levi was in distress because of what was going on with Erwin, and Levi has a bad temper. It's one of his faults as a character. He's violent sometimes, because he grew up in violence. But that doesn't make him a child abuser, and it doesn't make him a war criminal. You want him to seem like some tyrannical abuser going around beating up innocent and helpless children out of nowhere, and for no reason, using language like "child abusing war criminal", again, wholesale statements made using actions taken out of context and in isolation, and statements which are just plainly false and a gross misrepresentation of his character.

But yeah, go right ahead and keep spouting your illogical and simple minded bullshit. Literally nobody cares. I don't go onto your blog and start shitting on whatever characters or story's you like. So why are you sending me anon messages doing so to me? All because I stated an opinion about a totally unrelated story on my OWN blog, and you decided I'm not allowed. Yippee.

#Levi Ackerman #Attack on Titan #shingkei no kyojin

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niaswish · 1 year ago

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Planning the Future

This is based on an au I introduced in 2020 for the NyxNoct week (Chapter 7 of the Heroic Start by Shiary on AO3).

Rating: Teen +

Warnings: Slightly graphic violence near the end. Implied character deaths.

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, implied character deaths, Nyx Ulric/ Noctis Lucis Caleum, eventual fluff, no major character deaths, Dark-ish Nyx, Royalty AU.

Chapter summary: A much needed conversation between 2 princes offers them clarity and a path towards their future.

Nyx brought Prince Noctis to a nearby creek, far enough that they would be able to talk without being overheard but close enough that Nyx would hear if anyone needed him. When he finally turned to look at the man who had once been his prisoner, Nyx found himself unsure as to where to begin.

Thankfully, Noctis spoke first. "I'm sorry."

"What?"

"I was supposed to stay at the Temple last night." Noctis bowed apologetically towards Nyx. "I know you saw me with Unc... Marshall Leonis and I'm sure you were furious, rightfully so, at my presence with those responsible for the injuries your mother suffered."

Nyx scowled and crossed his arms. "If you're sorry then why did you do it?"

"To get them to leave." When Nyx raised a brow, Noctis continued explaining. "When I was brought here, it was against my will. But instead of being treated as a prisoner like I expected, I was allowed to move around and given a job that I actually liked." Noctis chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. "I've never liked being royalty. Too much attention and pressure to be this perfect person."

Nyx scoffed, "What a stupid expectation."

"Ya, I was surprised by how relaxed you all are about royalty stuff."

Nyx shrugged, "The only reason the Ulrics still have royal titles is due to Lucis being annoying assholes about who can negotiate with them. At this point, being the Ruler of Galahd just means we get a vote in decisions and pretend we make them in front of other nations."

That got Noctis to laugh and something warm and fuzzy replaced the anxiety that Nyx had been feeling. Oh he was smitten alright, and apparently Ramuh approuved? He'd have to check with his mom later.

For now Nyx still had something they needed to discuss. "Thank you for the apology and keeping Niflheim back until your friend could warn us. However, the Council has elected to wage war on Lucis because Marshall Leonis and your retinue broke the Oath King Regis made about respecting the payment due."

Noctis winced, "I figured that might happen." He turned to look at Nyx, "You don't agree do you? Otherwise why tell me?"

Nyx inclined his head, a slight appreciative smile on his lips. "Before the attack? I did but now... It seems like the wrong target for our Hunters. The only one who would benefit from such a war would be Niflheim. Not exactly what either of us want."

Noctis nodded in agreement for a moment before he frowned, head tilting to one side thoughtfully. "Wait. How did Lucis break that Oath thing in the first place? We've been losing against Niflheim for centuries and Galahd didn't do much when the Wall was reduced so... What happened?"

Nyx was surprised by the change in topic. "You never asked my mom that while you were at the Temple?"

Noctia glanced away, "I was too angry to ask when I was brought there initially then kinda...forgot?"

Nyx couldn't help it. He burst out laughing. "Ramuh's staff! How on Eos have you been able to remember all those orders but forget to ask the reason why you were brought here?"

"Oh shut up!" Noctis hissed in embarrassed anger. "Just tell me already. It's not like Lucis could have sent enough soldiers to make a difference. We also don't have a lot in terms of supplies to share with how isolated Insomnia has become."

Nyx wiped the tears from his eyes even as he answered. "Information. We didn't need soldiers, weapons, or supplies -Galahd provides us with all that- but our abilities are limited to Galahd and the Storm. The Oath has always been about sharing information and trade, that's all."

"Information???"

Nyx nodded and leaned back against a warm rock, tilting his head towards the sun. "Lucis knew that Niflheim was gathering an army near Galahd, had caught wind of a plan to attack us. And yet your father and council made the decision to not share that with us. Then after the attack, they had the galls to deny ever knowing any of it."

Noctis frowned. "How did Galahd find proof of this?"

"Ramuh." Nyx shrugged. "An Oath with his blessing means he is aware of anything and everything related to it. If the information had been delayed or ignored by only a few then the Oath wouldn't have broken. Its destruction was proof enough."

Noctis stayed silent for a while, Nyx echoing it as he allowed the prince to process that knowledge. He took that time to take a good look at the man he'd come to love. Even with a thoughtful frown, Noctis was beautiful. Long lashes framed gorgeous eyes that seemed to shine with emotions, a veritable gate to how his princeling truly felt.

His body was that of a lithe but trained fighter, born from years of training. With an amused smile, Nyx noted that Noctis' muscles had changed in the months since Nyx had first seen it. Still healthy and fit, there was a new roundness to his figure, a lessening of the muscle definition that made Nyx wonder what kinds of meals his princeling had been getting in Insomnia.

Noctis' voice broke through his admiration. "My eyes are up here, Boss." Thankfully, Noctis' tone was amused and playful.

"And they're as gorgeous as the rest of you." Nyx spoke before his brain had caught up. With a hiss, Nyx hurried to apologize. "Sorry that was inappropriate. What did you want to say?" Lifting his eyes, Nyx noticed the blush on his princeling's cheeks. -and he wasn't going to think about how being called boss made his inside twitch.-

"Umm..." Noctis stumbled over his words for a moment before he managed to speak properly. "I have a plan to help you convince your Elders to not go to war with Lucis."

"Oh? Well, I'm all ears. What do you have in mind?" Nyx straightened and leaned closer.

×+×++×

Nyx greeted his mom with a hug and a question. "Did Ramuh know I'd fall in love with the princeling?" His mother laughed at him and he frowned. "I'm being serious, mom."

"I know, Nyx." She took a step back, a hand cupping his cheek as she answered. "No, Ramuh did not know you would fall in love. However, he had been keeping watch over Prince Noctis due to a stupid prophecy that Bahamut insists should come to pass. No, I will not explain that yet. It is neither the time nor of any importance now."

"When King Regis failed to warn Galahd of the impending attack by Niflheim, Ramuh saw it as a chance to give Prince Noctis a happier life. One free of the burden of royalty that he wilted under in Insomnia. The Oath initially specified that the Ruler would become the sacrifice but Ramuh decided otherwise. In his own words, Noctis has the making of a Galahdian and should be allowed to make his own path in life."

Nyx relaxed at that, relieved that Ramuh hadn't predicted his love for his princeling. He placed his own hand over his mom's with a soft smile. "Then can you help us with the Elders? We have a plan."

"I'm listening."

"A war between Lucis and Galahd would benefit Niflheim and open us up to further attacks. Prince Noctis proposes that instead, Lucis hires Galahd's Hunters to help them repel Niflheim from Lucis, with the price being twice what is ours to claim as well as all of (location). And... He's agreed to let me court him."

His mom raised a brow, "A Galahdian or Lucian courtship?"

"Galahdian Hunter's courtship, of course."

"And the offering?"

"Aldercapt's head."

His mother's eyes flashed bright white as thunder mixed with her delighted laughter. "Galahd's path is a war indeed! Just not the one the Elders envisioned. Very well, I'll deal with the Elders and your father. You, on the other hand, will have to deal with the Lucians."

"Mom!" But it was too late as his mom kissed his forehead and left, leaving him alone with a monumental task.

Ifrit's ass, how was he supposed to explain to a bunch of overprotective Lucians the concept of courtship Hunts?

A/N: Thank you for the great week! Feel free to ask me about this au whenever :)

#NyxWeek2023 #nyx ulric #Noctis Lucis Caelum #Day 7: free

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ladyloveandjustice · 2 years ago

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I posted 3,484 times in 2022

That's 707 more posts than 2021!

1,786 posts created (51%)

1,698 posts reblogged (49%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@kurozu501

@ladyloveandjustice

@kilruas

@dingdongyouarewrong

@badnewsmouse

I tagged 3,453 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

#sailor queuepiter - 878 posts

#awesome fanart - 869 posts

#fanart - 866 posts

#nev reads 7 seeds - 199 posts

#nev watches the demon girl next door - 178 posts

#nev watches the aquatope on white sand - 178 posts

#nev reads girl genius - 157 posts

#gifs - 150 posts

#art - 132 posts

#nev watches glitch techs - 128 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#it's especially funny with better call saul in comparison because it takes jimmy a lot longer and he tries to hold himself back so much more

My Top Posts in 2022:

one thing I think is underrated about FMA is that while May’s search for the perfect shoujo love interest, is while it is played a bit for laughs, it’s not like “her quest is stupid and she’ll never find a guy like that! girls and their stupid romantic fantasies!.”

No it’s that she’ll absolutely find a guy like that! and it’s Al. Ed isn’t remotely qualified, but Al is Fully Qualified to the be the Perfect Wholesome Shoujo Love Interest, May zeroed in on that immediately,and she was fuckin’ right and got what she wanted. She found herself a guy who’s gallant (yet troubled! They’re a bit starcrossed!), pets and kidnaps stray cats and believes firmly in being a gentleman. Arakawa was like “yeah one of my main characters is an ideal shoujo love interest. I want to stress that”. May isn’t ultimately punished for having a shoujo romance mindset in a shonen manga, she’s rewarded and Arakawa forces the reader to realize one of their leads would be pretty cute love interest in a manga aimed towards girls. I enjoy that. Delightful.

(It also forces readers, if they care to think about it, to realize Al has a pretty romance oriented mindset too, that the gag comics don’t come out of nothing. Because of all the other stuff that’s going on and the neverending horror of his life, it’s limited to little asides like “man i wanted to find a gf before I died :/” and stuff like that, but he would love to be in a shoujo romance too. He’s there already, he just got fucking sidetracked by all this other nonsense. That’s what I’m thinking is missing from the “Al was supposed to be the mc”. He is! But he’s not a shounen mc who got derailed. No, in Al’s world he’s the lead guy in a shoujo who got derailed, goddammit).

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Gundam having a girl react to this line by calmly saying “yeah we all knew it would be tight get over it” rather than getting flustered and angry and in denial over the horror of being flat chested...this show truly is breaking barriers in anime.

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Rewatching FMA also reminds me like, what a failure it is that My Hero Academia had that episode where Deku realized the huge emotional strain that him hurting himself and not including her in his decisions has put on his Mom and resolves to do better, but as far as I can tell the narrative completely,,, fuckin’ forgets that?

When the same basic thing happens in FMA, as far as Ed and Winry go, Ed NEVER FORGETS IT. “I will not do things that hurt Winry, and when I don’t value myself or communicate it hurts her” never stops being a thing in Ed’s mind. He still sometimes acts recklessly but then literally thinks “I fucked up better fix this I promised not to make my girlfriend cry” She is genuinely always in his thoughts.

like other shonen action manga try to replicate this but don’t do the followthrough. It’s just a one episode thing and then it’s like BYE CIVILIAN FEMALE CHARACTER BACK TO THE SHELF WE’LL NEVER THINK ABOUT YOUR NEEDS OR THE EMOTIONAL LABOR YOU DO AGAIN but Winry’s needs and the moral of valuing her emotional labor and getting her up to date on what’s happening are present throughout the whole narrative. She’s not an action hero yet she has an arc?? She’s important? this STILL is never present in all the shonen I’ve seen that have come out since, like somehow arakawa still stands out for grasping this simple concept, we haven’t gotten past this yet.

Can other shonen action manga learn about follow through please.

Edit: Did an entire article about this! Here it is!

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My #1 post of 2022

Love how Loid is like ‘my wife, a supposedly average woman, is demonstrably better and stronger than me, a top spy who trained to take out multiple people at once, in hand to hand combat, and in our briefest encounter where she was drunk, I was sure she was going to kill me, thank god she passed out” and then continued on his merry way without suspecting a thing, like what were his thoughts??? “Guess she really learned a lot in that self defense class she said she took! Impressive as always, Yor”???

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#my 2022 tumblr year in review #i was like why did i reblog myself the most??? but it's because of the start of liveblog posts #gifs #long post #year in review

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hauntedsideofthemoon · 2 years ago

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BROKEN HEART OF GOLD - chapter 6; can't see my way out

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pairing: chishiya x gn!reader

format: gender-neutral original character/self-insert, they/them pronouns are used when necessary, no use of y/n or "___", feel free to picture the character however you wish!

tags: canon-typical violence, slow burn, ocs as side characters, mentions/depictions of mental health issues

word count: 3290

song recommendation: "One By One" by ONE OK ROCK

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[GAME]

SCAVENGER HUNT

DIFFICULTY

SIX OF CLUBS

[RULES]

Players must find a key to unlock their collar to be able to leave the building.

Clues as to where the keys can be found will be sent to your phones.

Every 5 minutes, the players' collar LED will switch between ON and OFF.

If you get caught by the night guards patrolling the museum, it's GAME OVER.

If you try to leave the building while wearing a collar, it's GAME OVER.

[CLEAR CONDITION]

Unlock your collar and escape the building. The time limit is 1 hour.

‘A six of clubs game? Alright, this doesn’t sound too bad. At least they helped us with these floor maps.’

‘What do they mean by our collars LED switching between ON and OFF?’ The girl that was in the car with us spoke up, her voice quiet and shaky. But before anyone could answer her, all of the lights in the building went out.

‘What– What is the meaning of this? Is the game broken?’ A man yelled, his voice echoing inside the hall.

‘Hm. Interesting.’ Chishiya said to himself, turning on the flashlight on his phone. ‘So we will have to search for our keys in the dark.’

‘But if the whole building is dark and we have to use flashlights to move around, we are going to be easily spotted by those ‘night guards’, won’t we?’ I asked, looking at Chishiya.

‘Exactly. And I believe the collar's LED will make it worse for us.’

‘And here I thought this game wouldn’t be so bad.’

A voice resounded through the building:

[GAME START]

The clues will now be sent to your phones.

I didn’t know what kind of clues I would have expected from this game, but the reality was kinda disappointing. We had to solve a riddle to get to the key. I expected it to be difficult, but it was simply ridiculous.

‘They can’t be serious about this. Riddles for a scavenger hunt? Are we playing like kids now?’ Niragi grunted beside me before reading his riddle out loud, ‘I'm small and white, and I'm often found in groups with my brethren. Apply water and heat, and you will soften our hard facade. This sounds so stupid.’

‘Do you think you can solve that on your own?’ Chishiya teased him.

‘Haha, very funny. The answer is obviously rice.’

‘Rice…’ I quickly opened my booklet, ‘Wait, I remember seeing something about rice here!’

Rushing through the pages of the floor map, Niragi walked in uncomfortably closer and shone his flashlight over me. ‘Here, three instances where rice is mentioned, all of them in the north area of the 2nd floor. Should we go up there now?’

Niragi snickered before looking at me, ‘I guess you’re not as useless as I thought you would be.’ He walked past me, making his way to the elevator, and I followed. Chishiya was also tagging along with us.

‘Aren’t you going to look for the answer to your riddle?’ I looked back and asked him.

‘Mine is on the third floor.’

‘...Did you memorize the map in that short time you were looking over my shoulder?’

‘No. I’ve been to this museum before.’

‘Oh. I see.’ I felt a little embarrassed at how stupid my question was.

Reaching the 2nd floor, I spotted a small sign titled ‘Japanese People and Nature’.

‘People too? Maybe I’ll find the answer to my riddle here as well.’

Inside that room, right at the entrance, there were some pieces of rice illuminated by small lights inside the glass display. All the pieces were secured behind the glass, and it didn’t appear to have any keys nearby.

‘What now? Do I have to break the glass to search for the key inside?’ Niragi said and immediately lifted his foot, preparing to kick it. I yelled ‘NO!’, causing him to look at me with an irritated expression.

‘You think you can tell me what to do? You know I’m your boss here, don’t you?’

‘No, sorry, I didn’t mean to– I mean, there must be another option, because breaking the glass would make a lot of noise and would probably attract the night guards to us, don’t you think?’ I tripped over my words trying to ease the situation, and he seemed to consider what I said.

‘So? If you’re so smart , what do you suggest, then?’ He leaned over the wall, staring down at me.

The problem was, I couldn’t think of any alternatives. I began touching the wood around the displays, hoping to find some sort of secret opening, while Niragi kept his gaze on me. ‘Tch, I guess you are useless after all. I’ll just break this damn glass.’

He walked closer to the displays again when a strong violet light suddenly flashed around us. I shielded my eyes with my arms for a moment until I realized the lights were coming from our collars.

Niragi didn’t seem bothered by the lights. He broke the glass next to us, rummaging inside and destroying the pieces of rice looking for a key.

While he looked for his key, I thought about looking around for the exhibition I needed, until I noticed a spot of violet light outside moving closer to us. Chishiya stopped at the entrance, darting his eyes from Niragi to the glass shards all over the floor.

‘Not even 10 minutes have passed yet, and you’ve already made this much of a mess?’

Niragi quickly got up at the sound of Chishiya’s voice, ‘You again? Why don’t you go after your own clue?’

‘Already did it.’ Chishiya picked up his phone and read the riddle he had received, ‘Large as a mountain, small as a pea, endlessly swimming in a waterless sea. It’s about an asteroid. I just came back from the meteorites collection on the 3rd floor.’

‘And was that the right answer to your riddle? You still have your collar on.’ I looked at his neck, the deep violet light glowing under his face.

‘The riddle wasn’t pointing to the key.’ Chishiya came over to the rice exhibitions, carefully avoiding the glass shards on the floor. He stopped in front of a small monitor in front of the broken display and tapped on the screen, where a QR Code appeared. ‘You can scan it with the camera app on your phone, in case you didn’t know,’ he looked at Niragi with a mocking expression.

‘You really get on my nerves, you know that? Fuck off.’ Niragi moved closer to the monitor and scanned the QR Code. A notification sound came from his phone, and an image appeared below the riddle.

‘What the hell is this?’ Niragi was flipping his phone in all directions trying to make out anything from that image.

‘It’s your next clue. I believe that’s where the key is. I still have to figure out mine, too.’ Chishiya raised his phone, showing us a picture of a silver sphere. He, then, turned his face to me, ‘Have you solved your riddle yet?’

‘No, I was about to do it!’ I moved to the center of the room where a huge display showcased the historical evolution of Japanese people, from pre-history up to modern times. Now that I knew what to look for, thanks to Chishiya, I stopped in front of the monitor and scanned the QR Code with my phone.

Except… it didn’t work.

The voice on my phone said this was the wrong answer.

Both Chishiya and Niragi came over to me, with the latter asking what the fuck was taking me so long.

‘Well, now I’m confused. This is the only exhibition showing ‘people’ that I could find.’ I opened up my booklet to double-check, and Chishiya tried to read the riddle on my phone.

‘Are you sure the answer you’re looking for is ‘people’? What does yours say?’

I sighed before lifting my phone and reading my silly riddle out loud.

‘What walks on four legs in the morning, two legs in the afternoon, and three legs in the evening?’

Niragi cackled out loud after hearing it. ‘That’s even worse than mine!’

‘Yeah, I know, I know. But it’s also very easy and well-known, that’s why I’m confused as to why the scan didn’t work. I guess I’ll have to keep looking.’

‘Try looking for ‘human’ instead.’ Chishiya pointed it out, and it did make sense; I remembered seeing an area on the map called ‘human evolution’, so it was worth a shot.

As we were making our way out, I noticed a faint spot of light moving outside, but this one wasn’t violet. It could be coming from a player’s phone, but I had an awful gut feeling about it.

Niragi passed by me, still laughing out loud. Out of panic, I placed my hands over his mouth to shut him up, but he quickly grabbed my arms and pushed them.

‘What the fuck do you think you’re do-’

Raising a finger in front of my lips trying to shush him, I whispered ‘I think the night guard is outside.’

Chishiya lifted his hoodie to cover the light from his collar and peeked outside; ‘You're right. And the guard seems to have a gun strapped to their belt.’ He whispered and turned to face us, ‘There’s an elevator around the corner.’ He left the room, running toward the elevator and pressing the button to open it.

Niragi and I moved next, but before I could get close enough, he pushed me and I fell on my back.

‘Ah, sorry, can’t risk the guard coming inside while the doors are still closing, right?’ His tone was full of sarcasm. He had a disgusting smirk on his face as he waved at me before pressing a button inside the elevator; Chishiya was staring down at me with a neutral expression, though his brows were slightly furrowed.

Loud footsteps moved closer and closer to me; I glanced behind me and watched a night guard walking in my direction, reaching for the gun on their belt.

I tried to get up as fast as possible when I heard a scream followed by a whack – another guy slammed a fire extinguisher on the guard’s back, but they barely reacted and slowly turned their head at him, making that guy tremble in fear after his plan didn’t work.

The guard pointed their gun at that man and pressed the trigger, but no bullet shots were heard; the man began shaking violently before his whole body tensed up and he fell to the floor, now completely motionless.

It was a taser gun. And it was powerful enough to kill a person.

I stared at the scene in front of me, hearing the wires being pulled back inside the gun after the guard let go of the trigger. Suddenly, the collar of my shirt was pulled back with such strength and I was dragged inside the elevator.

The guard followed me with their eyes, aiming in my direction, but the elevator doors quickly closed before they could shoot. Our collars finally turned off, leaving us in total darkness.

Chishiya shone his phone flashlight at me and began talking, ‘You should’ve run the moment the night guard turned their back to you.’

‘You say that like it’s easy! I had just seen someone die in front of me, I was frozen in fear.’

‘It should be easy. You need to get used to that and move away fast, or else you’ll become an easy target. I won’t be there to save you next time.’

Chishiya’s words were blunt, and I recalled the moment he told me something similar during the Tag game. ‘Can’t stand the view of people dying? You’re not going to survive for too long like that.’

Still, I knew he was right, I would’ve died if it wasn’t for him. But I also knew I wouldn’t get used to the view of people dying near me so easily, and I didn’t get how he could be so apathetic toward death like that.

‘I will definitely be there next time to watch you die, though.’ Niragi was leaning over the wall, he had a small grin on his face that quickly faded away before his next words, ‘This idiot had been holding the elevator doors for you for too long, and you just sat there like a little prey waiting for its impending death. I was expecting to see you get shocked, but he dragged you here and ruined the moment.’

The doors opened, and both of them left without looking at me again. I finally got up to my feet and turned on the flashlight on my phone to look at the wall next to the elevator; we were now on the B1 floor.

I rushed to catch up to them. I didn’t know if I should keep following Niragi; he tried to get me killed, but he was still supposed to monitor me, wasn’t he? Following Chishiya could be a safer choice, since at least he came to save me, though he said he wouldn’t be so kind again and he seemed to be annoyed at me.

‘In the end, I need to survive on my own. And I need to be able to move fast.’

‘Oi, I need to check that map again.’ Niragi looked back at me. I reached inside my pockets, but they were empty. Anxiety filled my body and I gulped before slowly raising my head to look at Niragi – he had the most irritated expression I had ever seen on his face.

‘Don’t tell me you lost the damn map,’ he walked in my direction, and I moved back a few steps trying to keep the distance, ‘that was the only thing you were mildly useful for. Now you’ll just be a hindrance to me in this game.’ The look on his face was threatening, and he looked like he would kill me on the spot if he still had his gun.

‘We can still get another booklet! I’m sure there are some left at the central hall, which is just one floor above us-’

‘You go get it.’ Niragi cut me off. ‘This is your fault, so you go get it.’

‘Alright… I’ll do it.’ This guy was pissing me off so badly. But I still needed a booklet for myself since I had never been to this museum before. The idea of going up completely on my own made me anxious, but it would be a brief moment of peace away from these two.

I glanced at Chishiya for a moment, who was simply ignoring me and Niragi here. He was quietly watching something that looked like a pendulum, swinging back and forth in a corner.

Making my way upstairs, I walked over to the center and picked up another booklet, opening it on top of the table and shining my flashlight on it to get a better look. I wanted to find any other exhibitions that were related to people and get my clue as soon as possible.

As Chishiya suggested before, I looked for exhibitions that were titled ‘human’ instead of ‘people’ or ‘person’, and I found way too many instances of it. There was a huge area about human evolution, with specific exhibitions for each continent. ‘It will take some time to go through all of them, so I better go back fast.’

When I raised my flashlight, I noticed someone coming from upstairs – it was that climber woman. She also recognized me and walked over to me.

‘Hi! You’re that person from the Tag game, right?’

‘Yes, I am! Good to see you’re alive and well.’

She gave me a kind smile and we introduced ourselves to each other, before she mentioned being in a bit of a rush to get her key, explaining she needed to go downstairs. I told her I was also heading there, so I invited her to come along with me.

Back on the B1 floor, Niragi and Chishiya were arguing about something up ahead.

‘Oh, I forgot I’m stuck with those two for this game. I said we could go together, but that won’t be possible anymore, sorry.’

‘That’s fine, don’t worry about it. I’m going ahead then!’

Usagi quickened her pace moving toward the entrance to the Global Gallery when a night guard walked out from it and took notice of her. They immediately pointed the taser gun at her, but she was fast enough to run away from their aim.

I moved back to hide behind a wall, turning off my flashlight and noticing Chishiya and Niragi hiding in other corners of the room. I thought we all would be safe for a moment until our collars decided to turn on. Worst timing ever.

Footsteps came in our direction as the night guard made their way to us, and I got up to my feet heading for the stairs. I heard an electric shock sound, turning my head back to see that the guard had barely missed Chishiya. Glancing over at him, something else caught my attention – something was drawn on the silver sphere he was observing, though it disappeared when he moved far away from it.

It was like a cartoon lightbulb lit up above my head as I finally realized why our collars had violet lights, instead of normal white ones: They most likely had a blacklight LED, and our next clues were drawn with invisible ink.

I searched around for Chishiya, hoping that I could share my theory with him, and he was already watching me with a smirk on his face; it reminded me of the way he looked at me during the Tag game when he saw me staring at the safe zone door.

Shit, I really wanted to go over there to check the drawing, but the night guard was still nearby. I squatted and quietly tried to move closer to the sphere, but the guard spotted me and pointed their gun in my direction.

Before they could properly aim, though, someone – no, Usagi came running and jumped over their back, the guard struggled to dislodge her. They spun their whole body to fling her away and she hit the ground with a loud noise. My eyes darted between her and the guard as they looked over to her, readying their gun once again.

Something snapped inside of me, and I dashed in their direction. My heart raced with adrenaline when I tackled the guard and we both fell to the ground, making the guard drop both their taser gun and flashlight.

I sat back and looked up; the guard was already getting up while staring at me, and I felt my blood running cold. They walked in closer and I quickly scooched back, when my hand touched something on the floor – the taser gun.

Stunned and frightened, I could hardly think straight; my body moved too fast for me to realize, and suddenly I was holding the taser gun with both my hands, pointing at the guard in front of me as they had stopped moving. My arms were trembling and I couldn’t aim properly, but this wasn’t a normal gun – unlike a bullet wound, this could strike anywhere on their body and the shock would still kill them.

Was I really thinking of killing this person?

‘Would I even be able to do it?’

I had no time to reconsider anymore. The night guard sprinted toward me, and I pulled the trigger. A blood-curdling scream left their mouth when they received the shock, and soon they fell forwards to the ground, silent and unmoving, right next to me.

#hauntedsideofthemoon #chishiya x reader #chishiya x gender neutral reader #chishiya x gn reader #chishiya x oc #aib x reader #alice in borderland chishiya #chishiya fanfic #aib fanfic

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rottenbrainstuff · 5 months ago

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Ooooh! This absolutely breaks my heart. This was too much for the tags so I’m just adding comments: sorry to clog up this post, lots of nerd thoughts below the cut:

I picked The Force Awakens, and it breaks my heart a lot to see so few people pick it. The fact that it’s even behind Revenge of the Sith, even Rogue One, the fact that it’s ON PAR WITH PHANTOM MENACE? My gosh. My heart.

I honestly think the backlash against TFA has less to do with the quality of the movie itself, and more to do with everyone’s negative reaction to the extremely poor conclusion to the trilogy, and it really poisoned everyone’s impression of the previous two movies which like…. Honestly, before TRoS came out, was very positive? At least from my corner of the fandom I was perched on?

Well let’s start from the beginning here. Picking one single Star Wars movie to save. That is so, so hard to decide. Personally, to me, my first thought is always Return of the Jedi, but I know that’s because of my own personal circumstances. You see when I was a kid, that was the only Star Wars movie I had a copy of, taped from tv by my parents. I never even saw the other two movies until I was an adult. To me, for 18 years, RotJ WAS Star Wars. I like the story. I like Luke all quiet and conflicted, I like Leia charging in to save her man and strangling Jabba the Hutt with his own chains, I like the Emperor and the dramatic conclusion and Luke redeeming his father and everything. Because I never saw A New Hope for so long, it never bothered me that the central goal of blowing up the Death Star 2.0 is too similar. I liked the ewoks because I was probably just at the right age for them.

I think it’s a great movie but it’s impossible for me to say how the fact that it was the only movie I saw for so long has biased me in its favour.

So I mean what about A New Hope then? That’s the one that started it all. It has a classic story structure, so classic we studied it in my film class in college. It’s our big intro to most of the characters we love, the one that started it all, and really the only one in the entire series that can exist by itself, with the plot perfectly able to stand alone without sequels or prequels, something none of the other trilogy movies have done since.

Myeh I dunno though. I recognize its importance as the one that started it all, but…. The Luke here is not the Luke I came to like, the lightsaber fight is… like… it’s laughable guys, I’m not going to pretend that it’s not, the budget is small, like, I mean, no disrespect, like I said this is the movie that started it all, and I think George Lucas had really creative filming ideas to get around the limitations of the time, I do, but I don’t get EXCITED about A New Hope.

(And empire strikes back: like myeh, this is an unpopular opinion but I honestly don’t really get the hype this movie gets. To me it feels like it is missing a beginning and an end, because it is, it’s the filling in a sandwich and it doesn’t work without its bread. And I like the events that happen in the other movies better. In fact I have a hard time remembering the exact plot of it sometimes. Yoda and cloud city, basically I guess. Myeh. I find it forgettable, tbh)

So no one likes The Force Awakens in 2024, cause everyone is so rightly upset at how Disney bungled the sequel trilogy as a whole. Ok fair. But go back in time. I grew up a Star Wars fan. And while I was in highschool, they announced they were making another trilogy! Holy shit! It had been something like ten years where we had nothing! Absolutely nothing! Everyone was so excited!

Look I know attitudes towards the prequel trilogy have softened a lot recently, but guys, if you weren’t there, it’s hard to express what a complete and total disappointment Phantom Menace was when it was released. No one liked it. It was too stupid for adults to enjoy, too boring for little kids to really enjoy, it was ugly, it was lazy, it had Jar Jar, like, I mean. Looking back now and viewing it as just one entry in a big sea of Star Wars things that are of extremely varying quality, sure, whatever. But when it first came out we were MAD. Each movie in the trilogy got a little better as they went, and honestly RotS is watchable, but guys, the prequels were initially regarded as a big fucking joke. They made documentaries about it. The only people who were Star Wars fans after that were kids who were watching the clone wars cartoons.

So then they announce that once again, they’re making more Star Wars movies. I was absolutely, 110% uninterested in seeing what bullshit they were going to churn out. Can’t express to you how uninterested I was. I vividly remember the first production photos I saw with Rey in her Jakku outfit wearing her sand shroud thingie and her goggles. No interest at all. It’s going to be another boring attempt to get everyone’s attention using a setting we are familiar with, but it’s going to have the completely wrong tone and look and not feel like Star Wars at all, and probably it’s also going to be aimed at kids, because at that time, like I said, kids watching clone wars were probably the biggest current fans.

But it was getting good reviews. And they cast Adam Driver, who looked so…. Weird to me. Like, he was not the bad guy I was expecting to see. I was curious, so I went to go see it in January.

And like

It felt like Star Wars.

In fact it was everything I ever wanted from a Star Wars movie. I had so much goddamned fun watching it in the theater.

The opening shots absolutely fucking hooked me. I knew immediately this movie was being made by people who knew what they were doing. The instantly likeable characters. Finn the compassionate stormtrooper, Poe the handsome hotshot pilot, Rey the little desert goblin, BB8, the cutest little droid, who I actually prefer to R2D2. And Kylo Ren, such an unusual and interesting bad guy.

Sure, the plot structure is very similar to A New Hope. But guys, you do realize, I mean first of all that’s not necessarily a bad thing, IMO, but second of all, they did that on purpose? The fanbase at the time had been so badly burned by the prequels, we needed assurance this new trilogy was going to be Star Wars again, and it was. Besides that though, the story was tight. The movie was perfectly paced, proper rise and fall of tension, funny jokes. Man even though I’ve seen this movie a million times, I still feel excited watching Finn and Poe escape in the tie fighter, I still laugh my head off when Finn meets Rey for the first time and she tries to kick his ass, I still love watching the fight in the forest and little Rey Nobody facing off against the spooky guy with the Jedi pedigree. I love the music, I love the lighting, I love the colours, I love the use of practical effects (like, don’t you guys remember how much we squealed over Rey’s instant bread?), I love Han and Leia back again, I love that they had a complicated past and not a boring perfect happily ever after. I love how excited it made me to see MORE. The only thing, the single thing, I didn’t like about the movie was how it showed Luke at the end. That was a mistake, and everything else was literally perfect. I loved these new characters and I wanted to see what happened next. I loved how the fandom all came together (minus the bizarre anti reylo bullshit). Like guys.

Come on.

I know the trilogy didn’t end up panning out and I know that’s a goddamned shame. I’m mad too. But like. Don’t throw TFA under the bus. Don’t you guys remember how much you used to like it?

Anyways. Obviously everyone is entitled to their own opinions and that’s ok. I just had to do something with my poor broken heart when I saw these results, so here it is. Don’t worry, TFA: I will always love you best.

Very important poll based on a debate I just had:

And the most important question:

WHY THAT ONE? -> tags

(Every reblog is another hour George Lucus must spend in hell wearing the sexy slave Leia outfit)

#tfa #Star Wars #the force awakens

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haunted-ex-rocket · 3 days ago

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Rules

1. No godmodding. Don’t try to control my character, and don’t automatically assume he’s going to conform to what you want him to do.

2. Anon hate is cowardly and stupid. If you have an issue with me, my characters, or my roleplaying style, just message me about it so that we can work things out like mature and civilized folks. Any Anon hate will be met with shameless mocking and roasted like chestnuts over a fire.

3. Mun is 18+. While NSFW themes such as violence, blood, torture, and criminal acts MAY be present, smut will not be written unless it’s with a partner I know extremely well. If an rp gets to that point, I would much prefer a fade-out or time-skip. I am not personally comfortable with writing smut. However, cuddling, teasing, kissing, and make-out sessions are more than welcome.

4. Please be aware that I have a job that takes up most of my time and energy, and that I have ADHD and autism, and that I might not be able to reply for hours or days on end. If you think I may have forgotten a thread, feel free to message me politely about it, but please be patient with me. I’m trying my best! Sometimes my brain weasels just won’t cooperate.

5. This is a sideblog. I follow back from @foxytonic ~

6. Mun does not equal muse! Averis might do fucked up shit, including but not limited to breaking and entering, thievery, espionage, etc. Just because I write it does not mean I condone it. This blog will also deal with heavy subjects such as death, human experimentation, and PTSD. I will try to tag triggers appropriately, but if you need something specific tagged, please don’t be afraid to tell me.

7. When sending memes/starters from a multimuse, please specify which muse they are from, or I will choose a random one.

8. This blog will probably contain HP/Wizarding World content. Scroll at your own risk. But please know that I don’t support TERF bullshit. I’m tired of letting the internet police what I’m allowed to be interested in, and I refuse to let JKR’s actions kill the joy of my youth. She can suck it!

9. Don’t reblog/like starter calls or open starters if you are not a roleplay blog or have no intention of replying after I do. Don’t reblog closed starters or rp threads if you aren’t my partner.

10. Although I do research my muses before writing them, I don’t know absolutely everything about Pokémon, and I’m limited by what content I can find on the internet. I also tend to make shit up because I fuckin LOVE worldbuilding, though that won’t be as prevalent here as it is on my other blogs. Please be patient with me. I’m here to roleplay, not play Um, Actually.

11. I’m not here to start drama, nor am I keen on being dragged into it, HOWEVER, if you have a problem with my friends, you have a problem with me. Trying to pit me against a partner will result in an instant block.

12. If you’re a bigot of any kind or you support known abusers (I.E. Am*er He*rd), stay off my blog.

13. I don’t roleplay with people who FC hunt. If you’re only interested in my characters because of the FC I use, we’re not compatible partners. If I see a tag on your blog like ‘wanted opposite’ or ‘wanted partner’ or something to that effect, it will result in an immediate unfollow/block.

14. Because this is a Pokémon blog, you might expect battles to happen, which is entirely reasonable! However, I will freely admit that I am terrible at writing them because I don’t know all the ins and outs of the game mechanics. I’m trying to learn, I swear, but it’s a lot for my poor little brain to contain. In the meantime, if our characters do end up battling, I would prefer to do a timeskip and discuss who would have won in DMs.

#👻 behind the mask 👻 ooc talk

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ablizmal · 11 months ago

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stupid fucking uhhhhhhhhh… jealousy post about a fictional character :|

…okay! i finally had to block the lawmane tag because… UGH. UGH, it makes me so so mad and jealous.

there are notable differences!!! between my selfship with L and lawmane!!!!! it’s just that she’s the more conventionally attractive “option” for L and it digs into some deep insecurities :/

but, i will say that misa isn’t all that silly. she’s not witty. if anything, she’s just funny sometimes.

she doesn’t play instruments or break into song out of the blue, she doesn’t use clothing as an art form and push it to its limits as lowkey commentary on how everything is made up and how boring and limiting societal rules can be.

she sticks to societal expectations. i’m gonna make a post eventually about how misa clings onto traditional views of femininity whenever she wants to be desired. tbh this part of misa makes me SO sad, because she could be the biggest baddie around and i feel like she’d like death metal and screamo, but she constricts what she allows herself to like so much that she hasn’t listened to anything beyond pop music :(

she’s not into psychology, she’s not into other types of fashion besides goth, she doesn’t like musicals, she’s not exactly technologically inclined (i make videos sometimes)…

can she keep to herself? like even with the person she likes, can she wait and not impose when they’re clearly busy with something important? (kind of a low blow for me to say, but idc, i’m right 🥰😘💖💖💖)

she doesn’t say things that intentionally imply something to just see how the other person will react. (will they dig into it more? or are they not interested in hearing more about that? or will they gently bring it up in the future? this all says something about another person. this is also something L is surprised to pick up on about me lol.)

would she treat L as weird for something that’s totally harmless sometimes? yes. fucking judgmental ass (this goes back to her sticking so rigidly to societal rules as well 😔).

she puts on a cute act sometimes and it’s SO. OBVIOUS. ughhhhhh. misa, sweetheart, you can do better than that sometimes <333

see? SEE? i DO like misa!!! i don’t straight up hate her 24/7 out of jealousy! but when that jealousy hits, man, it’s fucking,,, stupid and annoying and I’M L’S SOULMATE GODDAMMIT

#lollllllllllllllllll selfshipping be craaaaazy!!!#lizzie screams #accidental emo boy meets intentional goth girl(gender neutral)#juliette rae ambers #ehhhhhh. it counts

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heich0e · 3 years ago

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liv I beg pls 🙇🏻‍♀️,, suna + "what's it gonna take to make you smile"

anything for u (and him) babes <3

smile for the camera! suna rintarou/f!reader (haikyuu!) word count: 1.2k tags: fluff, suna being a conniving little bastard, threats of murder, public humiliation (affectionate), this did not end up being hurt/comfort but such is life! Send me a prompt and a character!

It all starts because he got a new phone.

"Hey... hey... hey."

A new phone with a fancy new camera (three new cameras, technically, for reasons that are entirely beyond your limited understanding of photography) that your boyfriend is all too excited to capture you with.

"Baby, how am I supposed to take your picture if you won't look at me?" Suna's incessant pestering has mostly fallen on deaf ears for the past ten minutes since you left the tech store, your attention fixed to your own trusted device as you scroll through the map app, preoccupied with trying to figure out where you even are and how the hell to get back to the train station.

Suna had dragged you to some remote, unfamiliar corner of the city to purchase his new cellphone in the exact colour he wanted--the newly released device having been damn near impossible to track down. As a result, you're both equally uncertain as to where you find yourselves-- though only you seem concerned with finding your way home.

You look up from your cellphone with an unamused frown curling the corners of your mouth down, your stare icy.

"Smile!" Suna says, holding his (stupid) new phone up to your face.

You refuse, your expression remaining flat.

"C'mon, just one little smile," he cajoles, blinking at you innocently around the edge of the device.

You continue to stare at him blankly in response. If anything, your frown deepens.

He huffs, halfway to a laugh. "That's not a smile."

"What do you care? You love taking god-awful pictures of me."

"Of course I care," he feigns offence, but his lips are pulling up slyly at the corner, a spark of mischief behind his eyes that can only mean he's up to no good. "The only thing I love more than a bad picture of you is one of you smiling."

You make a noise like a buzzer on a game show signalling a wrong answer.

He looks visibly puzzled at the sound.

"You were supposed to say 'There's no such thing as a bad picture of you, baby.'" You drop your voice down a few octaves to imitate his in what is a startlingly good recreation.

"There's no such-"

You make the loud buzzer noise again.

"Doesn't count if I had to tell you to say it."

You start walking again, confident that you've figured out which direction the train station is in, rejoining the crowd in the busy shopping district as they bustle along the sidewalk.

"Baby please, I need it for my lock screen. I want the boys to be jealous every time they see my pretty girl on there." Suna trails along after you, still pleading, though it takes no time at all for him to fall into step with you thanks to his long stride. "What's it gonna take to make you smile?"

"You could try getting down on your knees and begging," you quip back dryly without even bothering to glance at him, pinching the screen of your phone to zoom out on the map just in an effort to confirm you're on the right path.

You hear a woman gasp sharply a few seconds later, and you break your stride, faltering to a stop as your head whips in the direction of the sound.

You find almost a dozen pairs of eyes on you, with more turning with every passing moment.

Well, on you and Suna.

Who's about three paces behind you, down on his knee.

The bastard.

You hear the excited whispers start to circulate immediately; hushed words of 'a proposal!', 'how romantic!' and 'what's she gonna say?' reach your burning ears as you stand frozen in place.

"Rintarou," you hiss through gritted teeth, horrified.

Suna smiles, but it's cunning and calculating and infuriating parading as softness.

"My darling, my love, my light," he starts dramatically, and you practically see the women in the gathered crowd melt at his words. He's revelling it in, basking in the mortification on your face more and more with every syllable he utters. "This is all I could ever hope for in life, it would complete me in every sense of the word, so will you make me the happiest man on earth and say yes?"

If anyone notices he hasn't actually mentioned marriage, they don't vocalize it. If they question why he's holding up a phone and not a ring, they keep it to themselves.

The crowd waits with bated breath for your response.

Suna's eyebrow quirks like a challenge.

Your jaw twitches in annoyance.

You throw yourself towards him theatrically, nearly knocking his precious new phone out of his hands as you wind your arms around his neck. The crowd cheers as you bury your face in his soft hair, interpreting your public display as an acceptance.

Your lips ghost over the shell of his ear.

"I am going to murder you," you breathe, but a giggle sneaks it's way out of you before you can stop it--the entire situation too ridiculous for you to even process.

Suna's arms wrap around you and he stands, hauling you up to your feet along with him. You're still giggling even as he leads you away from the crowd--graciously accepting all of the congratulations from kind passersby as he goes--guiding you swiftly to a little alleyway off the main drag of the busy street to get away from the prying eyes of the witnesses to your fake proposal.

You're laughing uncontrollably by the time you're finally hidden from view--the kind of laughter that pulls at the seams of your stomach and makes tears prick your eyes.

Suna's laughing too, but it's quieter, more subdued.

Plus he's too preoccupied with snapping as many photos as he can of the wide, genuine smile stretching across your face.

"That wasn't so hard, was it?" he says once you finally collect yourself, pocketing the device that had started it all and reaching out for you. He cups your cheeks in his hands, thumbs brushing away the dampness clinging to your skin from the tears that had been forced out by your giggles.

"You're evil," you say to him, but the words are laced with such an impossible fondness that there's not even an ounce of bite to them.

He smiles, dipping down and kissing you sweetly--but neither of you can stop smiling so it's almost all teeth.

"When I really propose, it won't be in public like that, so it's nice to at least get to experience it once," Suna remarks as he pulls away.

"When?" you question him with an eyebrow raised.

He merely smirks in response, grabbing your hand and twining your fingers together.

You huff out a laugh--exasperated and adoring--and allow him to tug you back towards the street.

"At least tell me you got that on video," you say as the two of you rejoin the crowd on the sidewalk, heading towards the train station, peering up at Suna as you walk hand-in-hand.

He pulls his new phone out from the pocket of his jacket, wiggling it proudly.

"In 4K HD, baby."

#suna/reader #suna x reader #suna x you #suna rintarou #suna fluff #suna drabble #suna rintaro imagine #hq drabble #hq fluff #hq writing #writing #liv got mail

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shitpostingkats · 1 year ago

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So, by and large, I'm not really a social media person. Never really saw the need, so I never bothered to get an account on any platform. If I felt the urge to look at fanart, or intense lore discussions, or slime videos, or whatever people actually use these cursed platforms for, I'd simply look up the relevant tag and scroll until my goblin brain was satisfied.

But, as the years went by, and sites got more and more adamant that You Must Be Signed Up With Us To View This Content Or Else, it became increasingly difficult to get away with. For instance, on tumblr, (idk if this is still the case) you couldn't access the search function on mobile if you were in a web browser (and you needed an account to download the app), so I would have to manually look up the urls for tags and enter that into my browser, eg: https://www.tumblr.com/tagged/fanart?sort=top or whatever. After about two years of this, I was hanging out with my partner, just puttering around on my laptop, when I finally gave in.

"That's it," I announced. "I'm finally getting a tumblr account."

My partner looked up and gave a small cheer, bless their heart, because I am an actual nightmare to when it comes to using any sort of internet (see also: I spent four years never using the search bar function on youtube) and me willingly breaking out of my self imposed Autism Rules is an almost herculean effort.

Feeling distinctly pleased with myself, I head on over to tumblr.com and set about making an account.

I enter my email.

I choose a password.

I click 'Sign Up'

Uh oh! There's something wrong with your email!

(It's been years. I can't remember the exact error message I got, but there was some sort of hiccup in making an account.)

Frowning, I try my secondary email.

Uh Oh!

Tertiary email?

Uh oh!

Okay, fine. Back to my primary email?

This email is already registered to an account!

NO IT FUCKING ISNT!!!

At this point, my partner notices my distress. I explain that this stupid webbed site is refusing to accept me under any email related circumstances.

"Okay, pass it here. I'll sign you up." I hand them the computer. They try to make an account using their backup email.

Error message.

They get up and get their laptop, open tumblr on their browser, and try to make an account.

Error message.

We are now both, rightfully, losing our minds. It's not that tumblr is down; they can still log into their existing account just fine. It seems to be that the sheer act of trying to make an account, specifically, for me, is a literally sisyphian task that the hellsite refuses to even begin to engage in.

Well. That sucks

The years pass, and I watch as tumblr grows more and more into a fun site that I think I would very much enjoy, and non-account related tomfoolery is cracked down on more and more harshly, and there I am, left like a victorian orphan peering through the window of the candy store like I'm the tragic pov character in a charles dickens novel. I try other ways to get an account. I try signing up on my phone, or friends' computers. I try a variety of emails. My friends try a variety of emails. Of urls, of passwords. Every single time, different error messages. At some point, we just conclude that I previously either royally ticked off or gained the favor of a powerful witch, who has either cursed and/or blessed me to never have a social media.

(I learn that this curse isn't limited to tumblr, btw. I try to sign up for an instagram account and behold the exact same error. At this point, I shrug, because that tracks.

I don't even try with twitter. I maintain this might have been the smartest decision of my entire life.)

But tumblr seems like the kind of site I could vibe with. After a literal half a decade, my partner comes up with a solution. They take an old abandoned account from even longer in the past, an account that existed even before I discovered the curse. They take the sign-in info, and pass it on to me.

I swear, Alfred Hitchcock himself would have been taking notes at the suspense that hung in the air as I typed my password in. When I am greeted by a dashboard instead of an error message, I felt like I had outwitted the gods.

Anyways, that's the story of how I got this blog.

You know, I keep meaning to tell the story of why it took me six years to get an account on here because I was cursed by a witch

#I live in fear that one day my devices will not be automatically logged in and just refuse to accept any attempts to re-log in #spk lore #rambles

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jordyn-degas · 3 years ago

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What if?

characters: Sasuke Uchiha x fem!reader;

additional: Naruto Uzumaki x fem! reader; Sakura Haruno; Orochimaru, Sai, Yamato, Boruto Uzumaki and Himawari Uzumaki have a brief appereance; mention of Kakashi Hatake;

warnings: afab!reader - fem!reader; characters age range vary from children to adults; fluff; angst; emotions all over; mentions of: nudity, subtly implied intercourse, blood and death.

notes: SFW; i'm extremely in my feels today- this song ALWAYS breaks me no matter what - i actually cried throughout writing this, don't ask me why - especially the end - my emotions are all over the place 😊

word count: 4.074 - i'm sorry - my feels got me carried away

taglist: @haikyutiehoe - thank you for being my first ask and requesting to be tagged in this 😭 - hope you like it 🤐

Mood 🎧 LUKAS GRAHAM - 7 years

"It was a big big world, but we thought we were bigger Pushing each other to the limits, we were learning quicker" - "Something about the glory, just always seemed to bore me 'Cause only those I really love will ever really know me"

There was not a single second of his mere, bitter life in which he did not love you.

Not even when you were children and the spark in your eyes lit up when Naruto was making one of his stupid jokes, intoxicating laugh boosting his ego. Or when you two sparred with chopsticks over the bowls of ramen over at Ichiraku's. Sasuke believed to be completely incapable of maintaining a conversation with you for more than a minute. You were pulled into Naruto's boisterous orbit while he stood behind watching and waiting. He could only hope that one day your eyes will lit up for him the way they did for the Nine-Tailed Fox boy. Watching from the rooftops how you would playfully wrap your arm around Shikamaru's, your childhood best friend, placing a quick peck on his cheek that had the boy flustered beyond reality.

That is how he found himself plagued by a simple question: What if?

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Not even when the Kusanagi was aimed at your throat, trying to cut the only bond strong enough to pull him back, Sasuke did not stop loving you. It was absolutely abysmal how small droplets of blood trickled down your neck, not a single tear staining your beautiful, smooth skin, vividly remembering those piercing eyes flash with determination.

When he left to find Orochimaru was the day when he also found out that your heart ached for him. Not for Naruto. Not for Shikamaru. Not for other stupid boys he deemed unworthy of your attention. It has always been him. Arms wrapped around him, your head resting into the crook of his neck, pleading. YOU pleaded for HIM to stay.

That is the first time Sasuke believed he had failed you. He was never going to be able to fulfill your wishes, to offer you the life you truly deserved.

The question still stood: What if?

You loved him with such fervor it was astonishing. If he could ever touch your love, the skin would scorch as if trying to get closer to the sun. “Come home.” your sweet, pleading voice tickled his dark heart, the faint broken tonality causing ripples in his soul. “Come back to me.” Those were the words that had his soul snap violently, tiny cracks breaking the hardened surface. You were the only person capable of reaching him so painfully deep. Naruto could not raise his gaze from the ground because he knew, he knew Sasuke will never be able to come home until the dust settles. Sakura finally realizing, right there and then, that he will never be hers because you were his lifeline. Even Sai that had the emotional range of one of Orochimaru’s snakes could feel the agony. Yamato stood behind you, ready to protect your life no matter how much it hurt. “I can’t.” Sasuke replied coldly, harshly, full of hate, playing the well rehearsed act of not caring. “Not until it’s done.” His heart was booming into the ears, waves of pain washing over him as the famous Uchiha dark gaze traced your powerful form. God, you were a gorgeous girl! The way you held yourself, the slightly raised chin in defiance, the ability to look more like an Uchiha than he did. “Take me with you.” your beautiful voice cracked. “I can’t do this without you.” The next thing Sasuke witnessed, in all its glory, was your palm wrapping around the sharp blade of the Kusanagi, instantly rupturing your skin, blood flowing along its sharpness. Shock flashing on everyone’s faces as you stood there, imposing, intimidating, tightening your grip on the blade. “Kill me.” you spoke, oh, so softly it had his soul hum at the sound. “If that is what is keeping you back, I will accept it wholeheartedly. If that helps you to come back home, I will happily oblige.” Sasuke wanted nothing more than to drop the sword and pull your body into his arms, to hold you tight and bind yourselves to a promise. He wanted to play with your hair, twirl the strands in between his fingers, to pinch your full cheeks and annoy the life out of you before letting out the laugh that joins in his dreams. Sasuke realized that he had never had the chance to kiss you, leaving when too young only to find each other again now. The way you stood before him now, the way your power was making itself known had him weak in the knees, wanting to capture your puffy lips into a deep kiss and never let go. “Not now.” Orochimaru spoke dryly, appearing out of thin air and pushing away the blade from your throat as your hand finally released it. Sasuke knew Orochimaru was not incompetent as he knew quite well that his beloved vessel would never be capable of killing the truest love he had ever felt since the grim end of his family.

Slowly vanishing into an illusion of fire, the last image Sasuke had of you was knees hitting the ground roughly as the tears finally escaped those eyes that never left his mind.

That day he broke and failed you for the second time. He once again knew that he was never going to be able to fulfill your wishes, to offer you the life you truly deserved.

Yet again, the question that started all creeped in: What if?

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The first time Sasuke dared to kiss you was during the war and its heat of battle, an entire world too preoccupied to care of two teenagers silently accepting each other. Despite the skills he had developed along the years, Sasuke's all too perfect Sharingan proved to be a worthy opponent for Uchiha Madara and his acolyte, Obito Uchiha, yet it was not enough to protect him completely. "Y/N!" Naruto's scream ruptured from his lungs. Sasuke's head snapped violently towards the direction from which the voice came only to be met by your wide smile, lips shut and a rather disturbing peace engulfing the gaze set on him. Arms raised to the sides, knees slightly bent and trembling as blood was trickling slowly from the corners of your mouth. Dread. Complete and utter dread washed over Sasuke, life draining from his pale cheeks as you let out a chuckle. "I remember asking you to kill me a while ago." you said swallowing thick gulps of blood. "I'm glad you didn't. Who would've protected you now?" When the knees caved under you, his arms caught your body in an instant, Sasuke's eyes glancing at your back to see it riddled with multiple small, black rods, too many to count, embedded deeply into the flesh as some were halfway in, drenched in a Chakra that started to dissipate as they hit their target. You could have avoided this. You were not a simple Kunoichi that lacked the skills or the talent to dance between the deadly weapons. There was a choice to make to either let him be hit or protect him. You once again discarded your life for his, a memory of scrambled words pleading for him to kill you reemerging. "Why do you always have to be so annoying?" Sasuke hissed cupping your cheeks, thumbs wiping off the blood from the corners of your mouth.

"Is there any other way?" you asked, eyes half-lidded, pushing painfully a small smile. With complete disregard to bodies dropping dead around you, to the screams of Shinobi fighting, to Kurama's roar as Naruto protected you both, to Sakura finally reaching you, placing her arms on top of your back to heal you after removing each rod, Sasuke finally brought himself to do what he has always wished to. His lips captured your bloody ones, squeezing softly the flesh of your cheeks as you hummed. He was never the guy to show any kind of affection or emotion, to display it so publicly without shame, to let himself go in such dire situation. However, the fear of not knowing if tomorrow you will still be here crippled the most closed off boy this world has ever seen. God, he loved you so much it hurt. Searing pain twisting his heart in motions he never thought existed. "Sasuke .." Sakura whispered and he pulled back, jaw clenched with rage. "Leave Y/N to me, please."

"You owe me, Uchiha." your hoarse voice barely able to keep up its usual volume. "I saved your life. One day you'll have to save mine."

"Don't die." Sasuke said removing his hands from your face as Sakura's arm wrapped around your torso to hold you steady in the process. "Then I can pay my debt and save your annoying ass." As soon as the last two words rolled off his lips, Sasuke bent slightly, bringing his index and middle finger in front of your forehead before tapping them playfully against it just as his brothers used to. The last soft laugh you gave was met with immediate fainting, body resting into Sakura's arm as she healed you with the other. Your best friend's sadness was crippling because of the deep injuries you were possessing and he decided to throw himself into the battle, to have his mind not focusing on the thought of you dying.

When war broke, he swore to protect you even in exchange of his exhausting life. That day he failed you for the third time.

If you were ever going to wake up, to smile again, he would still plague himself with the question of What if?

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Tracing the few scars that could not be fully healed, Sasuke remembering each and every rod that caused them, even after three years since the war has ended. The warmth of your skin wrapped around the coldness of his fingers, a deep sigh leaving you at the touch. Both of your naked bodies were tangled into the sheets, limbs wrapped around each other as only slow, calm breathing could be heard.

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After the war, after choosing to not have his arm restored to always be reminded of his sins, a way of penance he deemed to be this particular choice, Sasuke left the Hidden Leaf to see how the Shinobi world will recover with his own eyes, to travel and reflect over the mistakes he made, to protect the village in his own way. He left without saying a word to you, silence filling the room as you both had nothing left to say. You hated it, you hated him for abandoning a promising life, you got tired of constantly begging for the love he had but never accepting it fully, so you stayed silent. Back turned, the door opened, Sasuke's steps leaving the wooden floor of your house for the last time. After a year and a half since his departure, he crossed paths with his best friend, leaves shuffling under their feet as they stood into the woods on a hidden path. Naruto was on his way back to the village as Sasuke used it for a detour towards another travel. That is how he found out you were finally happy. Naruto explained how, after he left, Kakashi as the Hokage accepted your choice of forsaking the life of one of the greatest Kunoichi and turned to be a simple teacher at the Academy. Mornings with the children, lunch at Ichiraku's with Naruto, dinner with Sakura and Ino, evenings playing Shogi with Shikamaru. You laughed again, eyes no longer red from crying constantly, dark circles under them long gone from the sleepless nights, finally accepting the help of your friends. Sasuke absorbed each and every word, tucking them into the deep corners of his heart as it brought him joy. He could never offer the life you truly deserved but everyone around you could. It didn’t fall on deaf ears how Naruto spoke of you, gaze not averting his, glossy eyes and blushed smile. Sasuke realized that his best friend was the real reason of you standing up and walking again on your own. He wanted to tremble with anger, to let himself be consumed by rage and scream in pain at Naruto. However, Sasuke could not. The man standing in front of him was capable of offering you exactly what he couldn't and it settled calmly into his troubled soul. If there was someone in this world he trusted more than anyone, it was Naruto. He was the only one he would entrust your heart to. "Does she feel the same?" Sasuke asked leaning against a tree.

"I don't know." Naruto replied doing the exact same, both face to face covered by the shadows of the trees.

"She should." Sasuke said studying his surprised expression.

"Sasuke, that girl loved you since I can remember." Naruto followed a bit taken back by his friend's words.

"That does not mean Y/N cannot love another." Sasuke replied with a small smile. "I have entrusted her to you the moment I left the village and you did not disappoint." Naruto's eyebrows shot up in surprise as he could not imagine for the life of him, no matter his feelings for you, to take away his best friend's only true love. He was probably the only person that knew Sasuke will never return fully to the village as there was simply too much torment in his heart. "I am entrusting you with Y/N's heart." Sasuke said pushing himself off the tree. "Do not fail me, Naruto."

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Another year and a half passed since that conversation and it marked the present situation in which you and Sasuke found each other for the past two days. Nothing but naked bodies, consuming each other to the point of exhaustion, soft touches following, sweet nothings being whispered under the safety of this roof. After three years in which you had learned and managed to build a life without the love of your life, to finally grasp the true meaning of happiness and be capable of feeling love again, you left the village. A month of searching, mind focused only on a simple goal, you finally found Sasuke tucked away into a small room in one of the hot springs at the border between the Country of Fire and Country of Rain. You knocked on the door, took a deep breath and listened to his bare feet slapping against the wooden floor. Sasuke's eyebrows shot up in surprise seeing you standing in front of him, civilian clothes without even the smallest smile. Your eyes were stormy, something brewing into them. Without any warning, your body wrapped around his as lips latched onto each other, hunger and fervor overcoming you both instantly. Sasuke did nothing else but to kick the door shut before taking you all in, drinking in your presence, senses sinking into the scent that always graced his dreams.

Two days later when there was all said and done, he could not bring himself to let you go. You felt so good against him, the comfort of your voice and smile gave Sasuke a taste of how it could've been: the way your lips were capable of breathing life into him, the way your skin against his unraveled every secret he has ever had, the way your eyes captured his heart ever single time he looked at you. "I know what you are about to say." you said quietly, fingers tracing circles on his abdomen. "And it is alright."

"You fell in love with him." Sasuke said placing a small kiss on your forehead. Both of you knew that this had to happen at some point, to wrap the entire story in a beautiful bow of closure. You had to have him, to feel everything he has denied you of all these years. Sasuke had to have you, to feel everything he has denied himself of all these years. You both knew that no matter how much you ended up loving Naruto, the man capable of breathing life back into you, the love that brewed for Sasuke will never go away. Both bound at a soul level, something no one would ever be able to replicate, steal or create.

Pushing yourself up, palms resting on his chest, noses brushing slightly, a small smile captured your lips, one Sasuke has not witnessed before. It was new, refreshing, full of hope and it warmed up his heart. "I'm marrying him." you said not losing the smile, the one that brought a newfound peace in your eyes.

"Good." Sasuke replied reciprocating the smile, able to recognize that you have both finally reached the end of the road. "You deserve the life Naruto has to offer, you deserve the happiness, you deserve a family and you deserve him." He watched how your gaze searched for any bit of dishonesty on his face but Sasuke knew you would not find any. Pain? Probably more than he would care to admit. Regret? Surely. The mistakes he made were many and this was the biggest one: the incapability of healing himself and becoming the man you deserved. With all of that, he was truly happy that the woman he loved beyond any reason one could ever comprehend was finally happy.

Leaning in, Sasuke captured your lips into a soft, calming kiss that reassured you, that erased your worries, that healed that part of you which knew you will never have a life, a family with him. And it was finally and undeniably alright. "One last time?" you asked as a spark of sadness briefly flashed into your eyes.

"One last time." Sasuke replied with a soft smile. As he pulled you into another passionate kiss, body settling under him, fingers intertwined above your head, both knowing that this was going to be the last act of your love. "I love you." you whispered against his lips.

"I love you too." he whispered back completely lost into you. Two hearts started racing in perfect sync and rhythm as never before for one last time. Two souls speaking the same language for one last time and asking each other: What if?

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Leaves turned brown, trees shedding their clothes, snowflakes followed coating the world in a white cloak before the sun could emerge, reviving the earth from its Winter slumber, flowers springing, spreading their perfume, waking up senses and bringing smiles on children's faces. That is how the years have passed, life settling in comfortably with you grading the papers of your beloved students and your husband peeking relentlessly from behind as he frowned constantly. "I bet you don't understand half of it." you chuckled knowing how much Naruto used to love school.

"I'll forgive you for this." Naruto laughed before placing one of his loving kisses on top of your head. "I understand everything, surprisingly."

"Then why are you hovering?" you frowned turning to face him with a pout.

"Because it's almost time." Naruto sighed pinching the bridge of his nose. "You do this every single year. How can you still forget?"

"I don't." you jumped pushing your finger into his chest, voice laced with a threatening tone that was more bark than bite. "This time the papers took longer than expected."

"Come on, love." Naruto smiled stealing a kiss from you. "This is YOUR day, the one you can never miss." Pulling back from his embrace, your eyes bore into the bright blue ones that always brought nothing but pure love and happiness to you as he managed to make you the happiest woman in the world. "Naruto?" you asked swallowing hard.

"Hm?" he nudged your nose with his softly.

"Thank you." you replied capturing his lips into a deep kiss.

"Anything for you." he said smiling into the kiss. "I might've healed your heart but your soul will always need the extra help." Naruto wrapped his arms around you, your head landing on his chest and you felt thankful, grateful. This man, this absolutely gorgeous and loving man was your man, yours only, your husband that saved your heart, breathed life back into you and gave you the most beautiful family anyone could ask for.

But .. he was right. Your soul will never be whole, that small, yet deep crack remaining as some kind of a battle scar because it was exactly it: the result of a battle between your heart and soul.

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Every year, on this particular date, it was the exact same without a single change. You would walk on the old training ground where Kakashi was always so determined to knock some sense into all of you, laying the multicolored blanket Sakura bought, knowing how much you loved reading in nature, under one of the trees, the shadow of its leaves protecting your skin from the sun before lazily opening the book you were reading in that particular week. It was such a bitter-sweet moment knowing what it actually meant.

In the same tree under which you spent your day, Sasuke would sit patiently on one of the branches above you, hidden by the crown of leaves for the children to not see. "Boruto!" your snappy voice, which had Sasuke always laughing quietly, resounded into the open space of the training ground. "Can you please stop trying to tie Himawari to that log? There will be plenty of time for that. Ask your father."

"But mom!" Boruto would whine.

"No buts." you instructed. "Play nicely." Boruto huffed and puffed before picking up Himawari to soothe away the sadness of him trying to tie her to the log by placing small kisses on her plump cheeks.

A melancholic smile curved Sasuke's lips, remembering quite well what it was like to be instructed by you, always having a certain way of keeping everyone on their toes. He took in the happiness radiating from you when watching your children, how your nose crinkled when Boruto was being annoying, how you hummed with care and love every single time Himawari kissed your cheeks, how you bit on your lower lip when the plot of the book became too intense.

God, he loved you.

Sasuke was happy. You became exactly the woman he always thought you will be, built the life you deserved, had the family you always wished for. Even if it had absolutely nothing to do with him, simply knowing you were happy and loved was more than enough.

Years ago, he entrusted Naruto with your heart and he still considered it to be the best decision he has ever made. Even without the closeness of your body to his, even without the passionate kisses full of love, even without you smiling because of him, YOU were undeniably happy.

Sasuke owed you from when you saved his life in the war - he had to save your own when the time comes. Now, the debt was paid as he proudly accepted that he saved your life.

Shuffling slightly, your back hit the tree and Sasuke's gaze diverted from the children only to meet the warmth of your eyes. Head tilted backwards, wide smile spreading all over your face and a faint blush pinching your cheeks. Then and there he saw it, the only thing Sasuke did not lost when he chose to let you go: all the love you had for him.

God, you loved him.

The way every single year, on this particular date, you would sit under this tree and he would be there, watching from above. It was precisely the day in which you two shook hands, the only person Sasuke did this with much to the surprise of other students. It was the day your fate was sealed and every year you would meet up here on the training ground. There are no words, no touches, but simply the presence of each other, closing the deep crack in your souls for one more year.

His lips curved into a warm smile, leg bent upwards to place his elbow on it for his cheek to rest into the palm as he kept the gaze on you while the other leg casually dangled off the branch. It was still there, in his eyes, never diminishing as years passed by and you felt completely at peace: all the love he had for you.

Naruto might be the love your life.

But Sasuke? Sasuke Uchiha was your soulmate in life and beyond.

Hearts intertwined, souls bound together, eyes telling your story, a single, innocent question lingered in the air:

What if?

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writer-akihiko · 3 years ago

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so mc running away i love it the angst 👌 so if its alright can you the same but with the dorm leaders?(pls do a good ending my poor heart cannot take it-༎ຶ‿༎ຶ)

Dorm Leaders + MC Running Away

So I apologise for the lack of happy endings, if you want to call it that. The scenarios turned out much more different than the First Years probably because of the power gap I had in mind. Also, for anyone wondering, the Vice Dorm Leaders will have a shot of saving you next! When I get to it... Cut for length. Also please help to share because I limited the tags!

Warnings: Character Death [Not you or the main boy], mentions of abuse and emotional manipulation [On the Reader] and violent actions [The Dorm Leaders]

"I'm not going back."

"Wh... What?" He was astonished. "YN... I've looked far and wide for you- please-"

No words left his mouth as you stepped away from him, tears in your eyes and you were going to make a run for it again.

Malleus Draconia

Your words struck a chord in him. He didn't mean it, but when you said that you weren't going back, he almost lost control. What did you mean you weren't going back? You promised him to be his Queen!

No... he's not accepting this. His Queen deserved better. His larger hands encircled your wrists, stopping you in your tracks. No matter how much you tugged and pushed, Malleus' strength was beyond you. In your sole despair, you fell in his embrace.

Every ache and injury struck your core, as you cried your heart out. "I can't go back Malleus," you whimpered. "I... I'm sorry."

Your hands gripped tighter onto his clothes. "I don't mean to fight against you, I-"

The Fae Prince sealed your bruised lips with his own, pulling your smaller form into his lap as he took in the moment of the bittersweet, longing kiss. "YN... listen to me," He said, his own ice cold tears falling onto your cheek, healing your wounds. "You never have to apologise for your suffering. Not even to me."

Malleus held you close as you drowsed off. The gentle smile hardened into a growl, as his back arched, black wings bursting out of his body. Malleus, in his dragon form, summoned the thorns to protect you, holding you as if you were his personal dragon hoard…

The principal, or more accurately the culprit, Dire Crowley was a fool to step out. It disgusted Malleus to his very core, his claws setting the very ground on fire as Crowley stepped closer. No words were exchanged between them. For all the suffering you faced, it was to be paid in tenfold as the dragon took a deep breath, releasing the fire in his chest.

"It was a fraction of her suffering…"

Riddle Rosehearts

He was ballistic. Riddle had been eager to bring you back immediately, but the sheer refusal and attempt to run away made him think that you hate him. He was blaming himself, sobbing to the ground.

Riddle's breakdown made you stop. No matter what you did, you still love him. Riddle's hiccups of sobbing paused at the feeling of your arms wrap around him. He wanted this, he wanted your warmth, he wanted- no… he needed you so badly he'd ceased to function without you.

"I don't hate you Riddle," You said, kissing his tears away. Your pretty Queen of Hearts had ruined the uniform he so proudly kept up with and Riddle himself was unkempt. Riddle cradled your sore body, letting you tell him your stresses and your breaking point abused over and over again by Crowley.

Riddle's heart softened ever so much for you, as he realised that he was to a fault as well. It was then he started to cry for you. "YN… I… I lost control. I know I can't be forgiven for the stress you went through so-"

"Rosehearts! You found her, how wonderful!" The jovial Principal cried out. In his hand was a magic tracking spell and that's when Riddle was struck with guilt once more. He doomed you, again. He… no, he refuses to end it this way.

Your loving self became meek, frightened by the aspect of being under Crowley's care once more. You trembled, reaching out to the hem of Riddle's coat. "Riddle… Please don't let them take me…"

He pulled you up, whispering to you. "When I cast my magic, run YN."

"Ridd-"

"Never thought you'd defy me, Rosehearts. Being a law abider and all~"

"Off With Your Head."

Kalim Al-Asim

"Y-YN?"

Kalim desperately hung onto your ankle, on his knees, begging and bargaining you to stay.

"YN… Please don't leave me again," He begged. "I'll… I'll stop dragging you to parties! I'll get you anything you want just please… please come back to me."

His tears wet your foot, as his grip left light marks on your ankle. Kalim never meant to harm you. He was so desperate to make you stay, but in his heart, he knew that he didn't have the strength to keep you with him if you desired to leave.

"How could you think that?!" You cried out. You stooped to Kalim's level, tackling him in hug so hard that he crashes to the ground. "I… I'd never leave you if I had the choice! I couldn't stand NRC anymore…"

You sobbed into Kalim's chest, wondering when it'd all end. You could never refuse Kalim, but what about everyone else? What about Crowley? Your spine shivered at the monster's name, wanting everything to disappear except for you and Kalim.

Kalim didn't know what to do. He didn't understand why Crowley would do such a thing to you. If Crowley was causing you such pain… He'd just have to get rid of the problem. You only deserve the best, after all. It's not his fault, nor is it yours.

You had cried yourself to utter exhaustion. Kalim gently wrapped you up in his jacket, cradling you to his chest. As if clockwork, Crowley appeared to the heartwarming scene, simply glad that you were going to be returned.

"Al-Asim, Dire should patch her up nicely-"

"No."

Crowley coughed. "What was that?"

"I said no," Kalim reiterated. "I have no reason to listen to you…"

"Since YN and I aren't your students anymore."

Azul Ashengrotto

How grateful he was to find you near the water. He almost turned red at the thought of you willing to search for him. Azul never thought you'd long for him this way, but you knew him, and you knew him well.

As if on cue, you looked beyond the trees to see your beloved, running from the sandy shores barefoot to be caught by your precious Azul. Azul doesn't have the best reflexes, trying to catch you without hurting you.

Azul took one good look at you, and the sight was enough to make him cry. Messy hair, cuts and bruises littering your skin possibly from running through the rocky forest, feet with sores from rocks… and tearful, sorrowful eyes.

Not an inch of sadness deserved to touch you. That was one of his core beliefs. He didn't say anything to prompt you to tell about what you'd been suffering. He knew. He knew every line of the story, and it made him ever so guilty that it led to this. If he just paid more attention to you, or at least try to.

Azul offered you everything. An ear to listen and his body for comfort, with his arms wrapping about you. If the simple action was enough for your forgiveness, he'd do it over and over again.

It was for a moment Azul held you, before running the water with you in tow. From the forest emerged the tweels, but what was behind you made you scream. Crowley, with his magic, retaliating against the twins' magic.

Azul wrapped you around his tentacles, drifting further into the ocean with you. He bent down to whisper in your ear. "YN, close your eyes. Don't look."

You shut your eyes tight as you did, hiding yourself in Azul's chest, away from the scene.

"May we never see you again, Crowley."

Azul and the twins in their merforms plummet into the ocean, deep down where Crowley would never come to touch you.

Idia Shroud

He wasn't surprised that the huge robot scared you. It was his secret project after all. He immediately let himself out of the robot, but he was hesitant to step into the forest. Idia was scared, but he still had to protect you!

"Y-YN..."

"Idia!..."

You stopped running, seeing your boyfriend pop out of the robot. Idia was quick to get over his reluctance as his panic shifts to your injuries instead. He wanted to cry out of joy from the mere chance of finding you.

Idia tried to treat your wounds as best as he could with the emergency kit conveniently equipped [he really did think of everything] although his wrapping technique was unkempt at best.

Idia's attempts to heal you made you forget of all the suffering. You couldn't help but laugh, realising how much you missed Idia. He knew that you needed this time. Oh, how he wanted to whisk you away...

But he might as well. You're his, right?

Crowley didn't get close to reaching you. Idia thought of it all. He tracked every move the principal made, fooling Crowley to think that Idia was with you the entire time, with the tracking device that Crowley so faithfully gave him.

"How desperate... it's honestly funny..." Idia scoffed at the idea of Crowley getting to you.

With the S.T.Y.X androids, Idia confronted Crowley, who was in sheer confusion.

"Crowley… burn in hell."

Leona Kingscholar

Leona didn't hold back. He couldn't believe you would say such a thign to him… The only conclusion he reached to was that you hated him. You hated his very core, just like everyone else… He was scared. It frightened him to the core that after everything he did, you still hated him.

"YN… stop fucking around with me," He said, grabbing onto your wrist. He wasn't about to throw a tantrum then and there. He had to get things straight. "Hey… tell me. Was I just a waste for you?"

"W-What are you talking about Leona?" You pushed against his chest, trying to get some distance but Leona was way stronger than you. The lion couldn't listen to reason. He simply went on about how you must've hated him, and how much you despised him.

"Did I mean nothing to you, YN?" Leona was shaking, his shoulders trembling from the mere thought of hearing those words.

You wrapped your arms around Leona, pulling him in close. "I never did… How dare you think that you stupid lion?!" You said, sobbing your heart out. You were equally hurt, but you never once thought Leona would think such a thing.

The emotional reunion was interrupted by the principal himself, pretending to be moved by such a scene. The false pretense of safety caught on to you, and you were sent into a panic, clinging onto Leona for fear of your life.

"I hate you!" You yelled, your body crumpling to the ground just as Leona caught you. "I hate you, I hate you. I don't want to go back, don't make me!"

If you were to scream anymore, you might collapse from exhaustion. Leona was quick to carry you in his arms, holding you close to his chest, where you were comforted by his heartbeat.

"Hoi, good for nothing principal," Leona called out, a single claw drawn out, igniting his Unique Magic.

"Move before I turn you to sand."

Vil Schoenheit

He was stunned to see you in such a state. He called out for you, and you stopped in your tracks. Was he that incompetent that he can't keep you with him? Did he not treat you right? Was his mere presence just torture for you?

Vil couldn't keep it in anymore. He needed to know. "YN… why won't you come back? Tell me, is it my fault? Am I not worthy of you?!"

The once prideful queen fell into shambles of insecurity as his mind won't stop painting images of you walking away from him, of you calling him your doom, of him being your captor… No, he didn't mean it…

"Was I the villain in your story?! WAS I?!"

Vil had never cried as much as he did. He needed to know that you didn't of him as a nuisance. He really was worthless if he made you feel unwanted… so please, he needed an answer.

"How could you think that, my love?"

You stooped to Vil's level, brushing away the tears that ruined his makeup with your very hands. Oh, your poor Vil… You were too selfish, thinking of your own suffering. With Vil in your arms, you felt whole once again. You gave Vil your actual answer, relenting every moment of your stress that stemmed from Crowley.

Oh… how his sweet potato must've suffered. Vil had a stuck of guilt, considering that he was under an Overblot as well. No matter, he had to make things right. For your sake, for his love's sake.

"YN, Crowley is trying to find you. But I… I have to set things right," He said, pulling you up.

The rustle of leaves had you on guard as from it came Dire Crowley, revelling in the scene.

"Schoenheit. You are supposed to bring LN YN to me immediately as I ordered."

Vil for once scared you. It scared you how enraged he was, and your heart wrenched at seeing the ink droplets by his hand.

"Vil, don't you dare-"

He turned back to you, whispering for you to run to Rook's safety. "Don't cry, my love."

You tried to hold the tears once again as you saw Vil shifting forms to an ink-like mess, this time his rage directed at Crowley. You could only run away, praying in your heart that Vil was safe.

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