#the more flaws the better UuU

[cervidaecorpse]

Something something about how both care so much about each other that Phaser founded an entire organisation for Tremolo to no longer be afraid, and Tremolo risking his freedom just to keep one secret of Phaser hidden, yet they lack communication in the worst sense that when Tremolo has an outburst of anger, Phaser goes along with whatever Tremolo asks of him, and Tremolo follows Phaser’s orders no matter how bad or unreasonable they are, instead of doing the rational thing of sitting each other down and talking about the actual problem and solving it like well-adjusted people.

It's like they share one singular braincell that only activates while thinking about solving the problems of others (or the current big problem at hand), but once it's between the brothers it instantly shuts down and "make sure your brother stays unharmed and happy – emergency_protocol.exe" is activated.

Obviously, the one braincell is a joke because the plan they crafted with the other rebels was genius, considering the information they had at the time. The way they communicated with Rovian, Luge and Manya to avoid detection from Yuna was beautiful. Not to mention the way Phaser saw the integration of the MIK employees into Goha Cooperation. Sure, it was involved with a cover up, but the very reasonable thought was still there.

I'm not trying to make light of Phaser and Tremolo or their issues. I don't really want to address their overall problems (and neither do they, like ever) or analyse them, because I'm very bad at analysing anything, lol. I just think they are silly and the absolute worst.

I love them.

Thank you, for coming to my yap session that had me searching the right words to express myself with for almost two years. I'm certain there are other reasons to love them and all of them are valid. These are just my main ones after looking past the pretty privilege and the ocean and mythology themed decks, lol.

[thyshadowwriter]

hiii can i req ubbe getting jealous (in a cute way) when you are giving attention to someone else? like with pouts and stuff... thank uuu ♡

A/n: Thank you! We love fluff (and a bit of jealousy) in this house Not me writing something completely different at first lol

Being married to Ubbe was like living a dream. He was absolutely gorgeous, easily the most handsome man you ever saw, but that was just a part of him; He always treated you with love and care, completely unbothered to show his affection in public and perhaps a bit too comfortable.

If you had to point out a flaw, it would be his jealousy. It was not very pronounced, but it at times showed its head, even if he was lovely about it. It puzzled the mind as to why Ubbe would think he had any reason to be jealous, but he did. You never actively tried to stoke his jealousy, but it happened nonetheless.

Kattegat was in a festive mood, summer arrived and the celebrations were at their peak. People were happy, and there was plenty to be distracted. So you left Ubbe to his brothers and their pet peeves and went to catch up with your friends, hearing their stories and gossip, not really paying attention to whatever else was going on. Normally you would talk for a while with others then go back to Ubbe, but the conversation was actually fun and being away from the Ragnarssons drama was good too.

You looked around and met with your husband's gaze. He was with his brothers, who were on their own antics, but he paid them no mind, he was interested in you and gestured for you to come over. You smiled at him, but continued where you were. You still wanted to stay with your group a while more.

A while turned into an hour and Ubbe came to you, though you didn’t see where from. For a man his size, he sure knew how to be quiet as a cat and your friends seemed as surprised and mildly scared. His presence alone silenced your friends, even though he didn’t even bother looking at them.

“Come sit with me?”

“Soon, my love. I want to talk with my friends a little longer.”

He said nothing, gave an annoyed look to your friends and walked away to his seat. 

One of your friends asked you, looking just a little paler than before:

“Does your husband not like us?”

“What? No! It’s just his brothers.”

They didn't seem very convinced, but you continued talking nonetheless. For how long you didn't know but at some point one of your friends pointed out the prince's less then entertained expression.

When you looked at Ubbe you instantly noticed his mood was sour. His head was thrown back and he was staring directly at you with tight lips and wide eyes, nursing his mug of ale but not actually drinking any of it. For such an outstanding warrior, he sure had a flair for the drama and it was clear he was not enjoying being ignored.

The only thing that made him look away with a roll of his eyes was something Ivar said to Sigurd that apparently was outrageous enough to make him drink his ale in one gulp and shut both of them up. Usually, Ubbe would be more patient with his brothers, but when he was jealous, his patience was notably short.

You excused yourself from your friends and went to your husband, who turned his full attention to you.

“Ubbe.”

He tilted his head, looking at you accusatory with those clear blue eyes that never hid what he was feeling. His lips were shut tight, he was annoyed, but it was hard to take him seriously when his annoyance made his lips unintentionally make a pout that you couldn’t help but lean down to kiss it away.

He welcomed the light kiss, but was still very much annoyed.

“You remember you have a husband.”

“Don’t be like that. I was just talking with my friends.”

“I know. For the entire day. I thought you might spend the entire night with them as well.”

“Oh, no. That I wanted to spend with you alone.”

The thought didn’t fail to better his mood, making him smile and the corner of his eyes crinkle a bit.

“Are you mad at me?” You asked him.

Ubbe, instead of answering, put his mug on the table and reached his hand to you. You took his hand and he pulled you close, for a kiss you though, but before your face could be close to his, he picked you up and sat you on his lap, holding you in place with a tight grip in one hand and taking his mug back with the other. Back to his serene expression like he made no effort at all, resting his hand on your lap.

“I can’t be mad at you. I can be mad at your friends.”

[kaichisaki-rp]

Ehhh, what would you think if in the hypothetical case... a person doesn't have to be me exactly (xd), let's say it creates a more extended ending for you?

That is, one where a heroine sees potential in you, and suggests that you work at her agency (where most of the staff have quite lethal and destructive quirks) exactly in the squad she is assigned to. This is because your quirk is quite useful both for remedying additional damage caused without really wanting to cause much damage, such as seriously injuring the villains they have to stop or structures, as well as in medical or defense cases that you can cover.

Likewise, they will advise you on psychiatric help as well as help to recover your arms accompanied by training that will help you control and use your quirk better.

At first you think about taking that opportunity to run away and plan something to compensate or at least earn the old man's respect again, but seeing the heroine's compassion in helping you and now doing the right thing to compensate for part of the damage you did, so you decide to stay a while longer, and without realizing it you change for the better day by day.

You learn from her, being a person who can challenge you intellectually, who also maintains constant motivation and support in you, and who is able to manage and tolerate your way of being, taking things calmly. Showing you that there are true heroes willing to help others even if they were not able to rescue you in their time during your childhood 😭.

But continuing, little by little you create an emotional relationship with the heroine of companionship and mutual support, which evolves more and more over time :> yes it sounds corny but the truth is I would like an ending like that for you UuU

I apologize for any errors in the text but English is not my first language.

That is... quite the proposal.

I had never considered involvement with heroes in that way, and it had never been my intention to improve anything other than to fix the flaws of our current society and to make it up to Pops...

But who knows what the future has to hold.

I appreciate the good intention... It's.. nice to not be so hated, I suppose.

⛓️ooc/// note-- oml that was in depth! Thank you for sharing!!!

[konata-izumi-kinny-writes]

Mario x GN! Reader Hcs

Sfw (with a mention of NSFW and injury)

Huge on PDA, doesn't matter whos watching

Very energetic, sometimes you run out of energy before him and he doesn't realize until you practically collapse on a nearby bench or smth

Mario accidentally scares you by jumping over or in front of you. He feels bad after tho.

Randomly kisses you, could be long and passionate, or short and sweet, depends on the situation

Like Luigi, he's very loving to you and likes cuddles

Will try to flirt with you to no end, sometimes the pickup lines are good and sometimes they're so bad you just die laughing

His favorite dates are usually anything having to do with food, but he's fine as long as your'e happy

If he finds a power up like a bell or the bee powerup from Super Mario Galaxy (or the super crown), he will BEG you to try it so he can see how adorable you look

TRY ON A BALLGOWN OR ANY POOFY DRESS HE WILL DIE OF A NOSE BLEED

Peach gets kidnapped less bc now Bowser is focused on you, however Mario doesn't mind asl long as saving you earns him a kiss (or more ifyouknowwhatimsayin *insert lenny face here*)

Squishes your tummy (unless you're not comfortable with that)

BODY👏 POSITIVITY👏 ALL👏 AROUND👏

Your fat italian boyfriend loves you for who you are no matter what you look like.

Puts his arm on your waist at random, but mostly in public

Will try to make you laugh at random (usually it works)

If you're sad, he'll try making your favorite food to help you feel better, if that doesnt work, flowers. And if that doesn't work either, he will carry you to bed and snuggle until you feel better enough to talk about it. He won't force you though.

Also like Luigi, Mario will love and cherish any gift you give him

Sometimes Mario comes back from his adventures injured, could be minor or major but either way you might wanna help him

One time you had to help him to the hospital, it was NOT pretty.

One time when he jumped he landed weirdly and twisted his ankle.

Speaking of medical situations, this boi will help you with any injury you get. He hears on yelp of pain out of you and hes already grabbing the band-aids (with mlp patterns on them UuU)

Although he loves animals he wants to wait until you two marry to actually have a pet

Speaking of pets, he gives you random pet names like "Princess", "Amoré", "Sweetie", etc.

But of course with every relationship, theres some flaws

He eats your leftovers

He snores louder than Luigi

Sometimes he rolls on top of you while you sleep and almost suffocates you, bc lets face it hes thicc (but chubby boys are cute sooooo)

Sometimes teases you but makes sure not to go to far

If he does, (which almost never happens but lets just say it does) he immediately drops everything to comfort you.

Aight yall thats it, requests are open so if you want to request anything, go ahead and do so (just follow the rules pls ;u;)

Thanks For Reading

:D

[commanderserwin]

half a heart.

↦ pairing(s): levi ackerman x reader

↦ word count: 2.7k

↦ anon request: 

hi, ik request is open so could i request: unrequited love + levi / eren?? u can make it a fic or like short drabble idk lmao ur choice bubs!! idk why i'm asking for angst and sadness *sobs* 🥰 btw i absolutely love ur writings!!!! luv ya xx

↦ author’s note(s): i chose levi, i hope that it’s okay! also feel like this started as unrequited love but then i lost control and was like yeah ? 

ps. i hope u still enjoy and thank you very much ♡ i appreciate it !! LUV UUU

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It wasn't supposed to be like this. How could a simple crush turn into a somber love, as you lay in bed thinking of him. The little smiles, nods, greetings, was all you could harbor your feelings into. The simple late night teas, sitting in the mess hall, exhaustion creeping in your bones— but still here you are. 

Whenever you see him, your heart dances. 

Whenever he acknowledges you, your lips betrays into a smile. 

Whenever he talks to you, your mouth stutters. 

Whenever he's near, you can't help but move in closer. 

There comes a day when you don't speak to him, wondering if he does think of you. While you currently lie awake in the deep night, thinking and fantasizing what it could feel like to be called theirs. How it feels to hold him in the night, mumble about your days, kiss his lips, hear his stories, listen to how your name echo in his voice, know his flaws and insecurities, and how you would hold them as you accepted all of their good and bad even before you'd even know him. 

You could still remember the first time that you saw him. The first time that you heard his voice. The first time he practiced with you. The first times-- while he became the sole reason for the butterflies in your stomach. 

It was a simple crush. 

You admired him from afar, gush over his looks and skills.

But once you tapped on his shoulder, as bravery took over your body when you walked towards their table, you finally said, "Can I sit here?" 

He only nodded his head, scooting over so that you could sit beside him. He even helped you placed your tray when your hands almost dropped it. Heart beating so loud, you could feel it pump through your chest, the tips of your ears red, as well as the blush creeping into your neck. 

"I'm Isabel," the girl gushed, offering a hand. The new recruits. "And this is Farlan, and my big brother Levi." 

"Oh," you nodded, lips turning into a smile. You shook her hand, "My name is [Y/N]. It's very nice to meet you all." 

"Hi," Farlan mumbled, smiling right back at you while Levi only nodded, staring at his food. 

He is so stoic, calm, cool, and impassive that it attracted you more to him. 

That night, you wanted to beat yourself up for thinking about him, Levi running through your mind, holding on to the way his hand brushed against yours to help you and the way he nodded, and made space for you. 

It was a simple crush. 

Something that you'd look forward to after a long and heavy expedition. After training. After dinners, where you would take a sit beside him, talking with Isabel while you subtly glanced at him while you take a bite. 

Then comes the day when he doesn’t step out of his room, with worry filling you up. The deaths of Isabel and Farlan drowning him with sorrow. All you could do is knock on his door, carrying a tray of food for him. 

“Levi?” You called out, knocking again when there was no answer. “I’m coming in.” 

He was sitting on his bed, his head facing the door as he waited for you to enter. He couldn’t even muster up a nod as you softly padded towards him, placing the tray next to him. 

“I thought you might be hungry,” you whispered, sitting on the floor, as he hung his head down. 

He didn’t say anything, not to even take a bite of the bread you reserved for him. 

You handed him the fresh cup of tea, placing it over his clasped hands. “Why don’t you take a sip,” you said, folding out his hands, taking note of the callouses in his fingers. “Just to fill your stomach.” 

Levi nodded, wrapping his fingers on the cup, as you pulled away. He quietly sipped, still looking down. 

“I’m sorry,” you finally said, holding your legs close to your chest as you looked at him. “I’m sorry that you have to go through that.” 

Levi nodded again, wiping his nose with the back of his hand. He finally looked at you as he broke the bread in half, handing it to you. “You didn’t have to do this.” 

“I want to,” you admitted, smiling gently that he’s eating something solid. You wanted to initially say something else, but turned your mind away from it. This isn’t the time to confess and it was selfish to say it now. “I’m your friend. I’ve got your back.” 

The next day, Levi waited for you at the usual table. You tried to suppress your smile at the sight of him, but you failed. Once you were seated, he proceeded to wait until you took the first bite. He listened to you ramble about your day, occasionally grunting in response, and it was better than nothing.

You finally opened your heart at the prospect of love, daydreaming, what it would mean to share that with him. 

And it is always like that. Both of you stuck together, that nobody would even come between the two of you. 

He was there when you complained about one of the soldiers; then the next day he’d have bruised knuckles while the one who bothered you had a cut on his lips. He was there when he urged you to punch him harder so that you could protect yourself. He was there when he grabbed you by the waist, surprising you, as he carried you from branch to branch to protect you during expeditions.

For the love of everything, he was there. 

He’s the reason why you couldn’t sleep, reliving how his warm his touch were on yours. 

He’s the reason why you couldn’t stop smiling at him whenever he waits for you so that the both of you could eat together. 

He’s the reason why you always looked forward to the next day; envisioning what would happen. 

But the heartbreaking truth is, he doesn’t see you that way. 

Levi let you chase him each way, oblivious to how you felt, because in his eyes, that’s what friends are for. He paid no attention to how you smile, how your stares lingered, or how you leaned in a bit closer when it was just the two of you. Or was it because, he was hiding it better than you are? But you still curbed the idea because it was ridiculous. 

Then he wanted to feel something. 

He knocked on your door, and once you opened the door on him, he nodded towards the mess hall, asking you to join him. 

“What is it?” You whispered, wrapping your robe tighter around your body as he lead you away. 

“Couldn’t sleep,” Levi muttered, crossing his arms as he felt you behind him. He turned his face, almost brushing his lips on your cheeks as he did, but you scurried away. 

He didn’t miss the way you blushed. 

“Oh,” you shuddered, hand going up to you cheek. A simple crush, you thought. Perhaps? “And you thought that it was best for you to wake me up?” 

Levi nodded, pointing to the bench. “Wait here.” 

That you did, while you hurried to fix your disheveled hair, your clothes that are way to thin for the night, then you licked your lips just enough for moisture. 

It was a long two minutes. Heart-pounding. Nerve wrecking. While you waited for him to emerge. 

Levi finally reappeared, holding two cups. With all the space available, you thought that this was it. 

Finally, you thought nervously, maybe this isn’t a simple crush anymore. 

He made your tea just the way you like it, blowing off some steam as you placed it against your lips. 

“Be careful,” Levi whispered against his cup, as he sipped. From the corner of his eyes, he watched you blush again. He isn’t really thinking, but he wants to try. He’s known you for a long time now and maybe this is right. He's got to make a decision and this is his choice. 

"Bad dreams?" You asked, wrapping your hands around the warm cup as you turned to him. 

"Something like that." 

"Oh," you nodded, worry filling your eyes as he stared his greys at yours. "How can I help?" 

Levi thought hard, his mouth drying up as he setlled his on his choice. 

He inexplicably leaned forward, his eyes boring into yours as his nose touched yours. 

"Levi?" 

He felt your lips brushed against his when you whispered his name. He looked down at your lips, licking his own, as he looked up at your eyes again. He noticed that you stopped breathing, and gently placed his hands on either side of your neck. 

"Levi?" 

Is this happening? you thought. Oh, he is so near. 

Like a fool, you waited. Then on a second, you felt him close the gap between the two of you. It wasn't fireworks that you felt, it was fucking more than that. His lips moved against yours as he guided you closer to him. His hand went lower to your waist, closing the gap even more, while he continued to kiss you. 

Just like a fool. That's what you felt when he pulled away, his hands off of you like hot coal. Levi shook his head, his bangs curtaining his eyes as he scooted away. Levi gripped his cup. He couldn't meet your eyes. 

"Levi?" 

"That was a mistake," Levi muttered, pushing himself off of the bench. 

He left. Just like that. He left you on the bench. 

The tea he prepared grew cold as you sat there. The walk back to your room was humiliating. So fucking humiliating that you bit on your lower lip to not disturb the hallways with your cries. Just like a fool, you waited for the fantasy that you thought was going to come when he pulled you in. You waited for the sparks to happen, but instead it felt like someone dampen it. He did. Levi did. 

You can't even get to be mad at him, because this was all your doing. 

You didn't know when that simple crush turned into something when he finally kissed you. It had transcended those means when he kiss you. It went above and beyond, and the fantasies you've had slowly sunk into the ground, writhing at your feet. 

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Days turned into years, and years, and years, and here you were. 

Captain Levi. 

It was late at night, the distance between the both of you widening, your feelings working its way down, but love stayed where you held on to it tightly, still fucking blindly holding on to it. Levi silently accepted your reluctance for him, the hesistation from you, fully knowing that he did it to the both of you. 

Levi kept thinking about that kiss that night. He thought that kisses shared would emit joy, happiness, smiles, but all it did was fill him with regret, guilt, and worry. It was his choice because he wanted to feel something, but he doesn't have it in himself. He didn't want to feel anything, he didn't want to feel the infatution. He ought to talk to you that night, but you disappeared from him. He watched you ignore him, avoid him, lose the smile on your lips, and he thought that: 'It's okay. It's for the better.'

But still it was hard, because after all these years, it was still the both of you. 

The feelings has numbed down. But it was still there, waiting to be poked with a stick to be awakened once more. Still, the half of your heart laid out for him.

"Levi?" 

Levi stopped writing, hesistating to answer. But in the end, he made his choice. "Come in." 

He watched the knob turned, as you joined him for a quiet company. He pushed away his papers, helping you with the tray. He watched you pull forward a spare chair, moving it closer to the desk. He smiled at the gesture, then his eyes softened as you smiled. 

"How are you?" You asked, noticing the paperworks. "Erwin gave you more work?" 

"Yeah," Levi answered, taking his tea. His heart is pounding. "How are you?"

"Couldn't sleep," you said, sipping your tea. "Then I saw the light from your office." 

He nodded, sipping his. No one said a thing, until the both of you finished your teas. You slumped against the chair, crossing your legs as you smiled sadly. It hurts. 

Years into years into years, and it still hurts. 

Levi caught on to your face, his heart gripping his thoughts into something that he cannot untangle. 

"What happened to us?" 

Levi only looked down, "I don't know." 

"No," you smiled, tilting your head. "You know, Levi, you just don't want to talk about it."

"What else is there to talk about?" 

"Where did we go wrong?"

"It was just a kiss." 

"It was the kiss for me." 

Levi looked up, watching you fiddle with the fingers on your lap. You looked up, resting your arm on the chair, as you sighed deeply. The memories from that night crashing itself on to you. 

"I'm sorry." 

"Ah," you sighed deeply again, smiling fondly at the man before him. "I waited years for me to hear that." 

"I'm sorry," Levi whispered, guilt eating him up. He still couldn't erase the look on your face when he pulled away from you. 

The sadness, confusion, and anger twirled into one that it kept him up that night and the nights after, thinking of a way to apologize, until it flitted into something that is unspeakable as the both of you grew apart. He still wouldn't miss the way you would stare at him. He doesn't know what's wrong with him, thinking of a way to push him towards you but his feet wouldn't move. 

His heart doesn't beat the same way as yours. His eyes doesn't linger at yours. His mind isn't filled by you, as he tried to stomp on it.

"Thank you," you murmured softly. 

The love inside you died. But you were happy, for some reason, you were happy. It was the closure that you needed after all these years. 

"I'm sorry that that's how you felt." 

"It's okay," you chuckled softly, eyes twinkling with warmth. Levi smiled a little, heart bursting that he finally heard you laugh. "It started as a little crush, anyway." 

"I noticed," Levi admitted, his eyes matching yours. He hid his eyes as you blushed again, real laughter coloring the room. 

Just like the old times. He remembers when you blushed during the first time he met you, the way he helped you because the food was close to falling, he couldn't shy away at the way your cold hand brushed his, he didn't miss the way that he actually liked your company. The feelings bubbling up like a well-kept treasure that's bound to be dug up either way. 

"Can I tell you something?"

He looked up at you, curiosity displayed in your beautiful eyes. Just like the old times. He hid the key for his well-kept treasure, hesistantly opening it for you. He wants to say it, to keep it equal. To call it quits, now that everything is being said. It was his turn to feel his heart pound crazily. The nerves turning on and on, making him feel nervous. 

But he saw the look on your face. Levi noticed that you feel more at peace. Happy. Contented, and he didn't want to pull it away from you. 

"What is it, Levi?" 

Levi leaned on his chair, silent for a minute as he watched you. Peace colored your aura, as you tilted your head again. He watched you arch your brow, lips slightly open, your chest rising up and down evenly. 

Your heart doesn't beat that way anymore, he thought. 

He had to make a decision. Go and live with his choice. Should he tell you or not? Levi thought hard and long, watching you intently. 

His stares doesn't work on you anymore, as you only waited for him to continue. There was something different with the way his words hang in the air. It was the sheen sweat on his forehead and the unaware nibbles on his lip that he does rarely, when he's deep in thought. 

Finally, Levi stared at you. 

Levi smiled softly, shaking his head, as he went back to work. He made his choice, finding peace with it along the way to not tell you, "I forgot what I was going to say. It's nothing." 

[092219archive]

oH IF UR STILL TAKING THAT SONG ASK THING-- bloodsport by raleigh ritchie

Send me a song and I’ll tell you which f/o it makes me think of

I LISTENED TO IT AND OHHH MY GODDD

chi, you slammed the “what and how eren envisions their selfships to be like.” absolutely decimated the head of the nail, and the entire thing while you’re at it. i was struggling to decide whether this was an ephraim or ozymandias song (as they are my main s/os), but certain verses helped me decide that it was definitely an ozy kind of song! but idate could also... be a choice for a song like this... another time-

immediately, the song starts off with “nothing is perfect but your; imperfections are quaint” which stabbed me in the heart when i listened to that, because... well, i selfship to cope with insecurities and life issues, you know? something that i continue to struggle with are the many flaws i have, and it’s difficult to accept myself when i know things are wrong with me. i always get thoughts of “i can play around with ozy/eren because eren’s a flexible and fictional character, just like ozy. but i can’t play around with ozy/real eren, because real eren is kind of gross.” but i guess something i’ve always appreciated are people that can be patient with me, because i’m a double-edged sword a lot of the times. i’m lucky to have people in my life that are willing to stick around with me, and also people who encourage me to do better.

ozy being patient is a weird thought, but not impossible. that’s because everything is already his, and if it’s not his, you’re wrong. it’s his. manchild. i imagine that... if ozy loves eren (i use “eren” as a temporary placeholder for actual me right now, because writing “ozy and i/me and ozy” is making me so unbelievably uncomfortable), i feel like he’d be patient with eren and their gross habits and behaviors, their unhealthy reclusive attitude, their crude language... eren is you could say, “already his” considering his high status -- just needs a bit of... polishing, refinement. maybe some major fixes here and there.

“and your love is worth it; and for that i will wait” is something i’m a bit iffy on though, because it’s really difficult for me to stay committed? it’s... very inconsistent -- how long i stick around and such. i haven’t been in a romantic relationship under good conditions, so i can’t really say that i’d be a “super devoted person” since i don’t have experience. i like to imagine that ozy would be able to recognize that maybe eren was someone that could love in a way that was unique, something that hits you when you least expect it, or maybe even when they’re gone. and so he wants to keep them around, even if there’s a bunch of daily missions he has to complete and side quests he has to fulfill to get what exactly he wants.

i do see myself as a chore, and that’s because i feel like a chore. i can play stupid on purpose, or it can be unintentional. i can play “hard to get” because i know what the other person wants, or i don’t. and sometimes when you’re not looking, i can leave but i won’t disappear completely. if someone and i don’t have a routine schedule, then things’ll fall apart on my end. there’s a lot to watch for. but thinking of ozy being able to push through all of that, to see past those habits and thoughts i get, it’s... really comforting. he kind of... knows that i’m more than what i make myself to be. you’re worth every second, kind of thing... yells softly

“i drive you crazy but you; always return” can either be “eren’s sept. 2018 - apr. 2019 ozy slowburn era,” or it can be scenarios of ozy “spicing” things up to keep things interesting. to get closer to eren, he keeps things unpredictable and hits them when they’re weakest, but i don’t mean that in a bad way. ozy would keep eren on their toes, and when they’re expecting something from him, he doesn’t provide. he keeps them guessing, and when eren wants answers, they’ll get their answers. and he knows that they will. if he keeps doing what he does (and he will), then eren will always be falling into whatever card he plays next. it’s a cycle that they’ll never win, but they’re determined to get what they want just as much as ozy is.

“if i fall short; if i break rank... // i am all yours;... i’m on all fours, willingly down” shows just how set ozy is on making sure he’s showing his devotion to whatever the two can have. he knows there’s some chemistry brewing, and he wants to ensure that [chemical] equilibrium. the wording isn’t something he would exactly say, but his motives show more what he means. it’s like in some of his voice lines where he says, “me, accompanying you to save humanity? wrong! it is you, who is accompanying me to save humanity!” it’s not really possessive speech or actions, but a reminder of the two’s positions when you consider him into the equation.

but by the end of the day, this is ultimately a master/servant relationship. if something he does boosts their fragile ego and it benefits him, then you can almost bet that he will dive right in. a strong master means an even stronger servant. he won’t really “lower” himself, but he’ll probably raise eren to a status nearly as high as his own. buuut, not necessarily. i’m having a difficult time putting what i mean into words 💦

“loving you is a bloodsport; fighting in a love war” is the title of the song, which is nice! but i got some analyzing and thinking to do-

i feel like, with the circumstances that eren and ozy are in, it’s really difficult to find time to “love” each other properly. rather, eren can’t love him back properly. they have to save humanity and fix the singularities, they have to work on saving themselves (as cheesy as it sounds), and getting other servants involved in the saving of humanity is already terrifying enough. loving someone with these burdens on their shoulders, especially something they can’t carry, is a struggle because god knows what will happen if you step too close.

but the thing with ozy is that, he’s spoken to gods. hell, he’s the pharaoh. what’s a master of chaldea to him? only someone he’ll conquer, just like anyone else that stepped on his path to getting what he desires.

“although you love me, sometimes we meet. things can get ugly, but we’re still a team” is something that’s like... they probably get into disagreements about the correct choice, or course they should take. what exactly is bad for eren, what exactly is good for ozy -- but they’re accommodating for each other’s needs. just, differently. and right after those lyrics, it’s “we are an army; the brakes are within // but that’s why we’re stronger; and that’s how we’ll win” which portrays exactly how i imagine things should be. they’re not going to get along 100% well at first. they’ll click, maybe, but learning about their differences, both obvious ones and those less so, help them build on each other to better themselves and achieve what they want to achieve. like i’ve been mentioning -- he knows there’s something going on, but he wants to make sure that it works. it’s like one of those symbiotic relationships in biology, or something.

“it’s not what i’m in love for; i know but i don’t know if you can help it // baby, i’m just being selfish” these also have big ozy vibes!! maybe he wasn’t actually considering on falling in love because everything is of equal value to him. it’s not like he liked the master of chaldea when they came strolling into his pyramid anyways. maybe he wanted to establish a strong master/servant bond because that’s one of the primary rules of the holy grail war (except this is the big one, and humanity is on the line), because he realizes that he’s being held back by something, which would presumably be eren.

and then he sees this weird, damaged magus and he takes interest, because this person looks just like moses for whatever reason -- and maybe it was their eyes, or certain emotions they showed -- and he invests more time into them, wondering just how and why he made that connection in the first place, and he tries to pursue something that doesn’t want to be chased, and he sees the blood and the cracks on their hands and self, and he wonders just how, exactly, did he get where he did, but he’s already so far down the rabbit hole that he keeps going and going into territory that’s dangerous and prohibited. but this is the same man that conquered leaders and land, and created structure for his people, and has had poems and movies made about him.

he’s already dedicated. he’s been that way since the beginning of time, and quite literally. there’s no reason to back down and out.

“i’ll curse the day that they return; with a smile on my face; as their heads hit the floor” is... well, excluding the cursing part, but this is how ozy is in f/go 💦 he’s always smiling! he’s always having fun!! the nerve!!!

“what i’m tryna say is; i’ll protect you ‘till the day i’ll meet my maker // so don’t fight me now; ‘cause you might need me later” kind of makes me feel like he could be referring to the database he comes from, and how he’ll be with you to get some answers from the king of mages. “i’ll poke fun at you, but i’ll stick around, especially for your final fight” thing... uuuううううー

[magioftheseas]

Multiples of 10 for the Dangan ask thing!

Under the readmore!!!

10. What would be your Ultimate Title?

Ultimate Good But Not Great. I don’t actually know.

20. Who do you think is an overrated character?

For dr1, Junko, Ishimaru, Celes, and Kirigiri. For dr0, Junko. For sdr2, Nanami, Gundam, Souda, and Mikan. Also Junko. For DRAE, Junko. For Killer Killer, Junko. For dr3, Nanami. And Junko. For v3, Ouma and Maki. And Junko.

30. Which character would’ve deserved to survive?

In v3 I felt like every character who died deserved to survive more than the actual survivors. :’D

In dr1, um… Ehhhh? I mean obviously they all deserve to live but the story isn’t worse for any of them dying. Ishimaru’s death could’ve been less unceremonious, I suppose.

In sdr2, they all survive but fucking Saionji still way deserved to make it to the endgame.

In dr3, every character who died except for Chisa and probably Izayoi deserved to survive more than the actual dr3 survivors. (Discounting the dr1 kids. Leave the dr1 kids alone. Sakura didn’t fucking die for this.)

In drae, Taichi. Yuta’s death sucked but it at least left a lasting impact. Taichi just dies for tragedy porn’s sake.

In dr0, FUCKING GUESS. it’s matsuda.

40. Favourite culprit?

I mean… Sakura. Obviously. Or Mondo if we’re talking an actual murderer.

In sdr2, it’s Peko.

In v3, it’s Kaito.

Overall, Sakura and Kaito.

50. Favourite game design?

Uhhhhhhhhhhh.

Sdr2, I think! :’D

60. Saddest moment?

In dr1, Sakura’s letter and the fallout of Chapter 2′s trial, probably. Naegi getting thrown under the bus in Chapter 5 was pretty bad, too.

In sdr2, also the fallout of Chapter 2′s trial. But Hinata’s breakdown in Chapter 6 was really, incredibly heartbreaking! Komaeda also in general… Uuu…

In dr0, Matsuda… Uuu… ;;

In drae, Komaru crying after Touko hugs her. And Nagisa’s breakdown.

In dr3, Juzo’s death is the clear victor. Still cried over Kizakura tho.

In v3, Ouma having his breakdown in Kaito’s flashback. Also Saihara’s downward spiral. Yeah.

70. Character you would have a sleepover with?

Sayaka, Sonia, Koizumi, Komaru, Miaya, honestly Ryouko, Kaede, Tenko, Tsumugi, and Kirumi.

80. Hope or Despair?

Hope for the future!

90. Do you like Junko?

That sure is a question. And this sure isn’t an answer.

100. Opinion on all the Protagonists!

Dr1 - Naegi’s simplicity and resolve are not to be undermined! Just because he’s simple doesn’t mean he’s not a great character and protagonist to follow! He’s absolutely deserving of his role, fuck you!

SDR2 - Hinata is a remarkable foil to Naegi and that he’s more emotionally uncertain and shaky really makes for a character you can resonate with rather be inspired by. That said, the way Chapter 6 uses dead waifu powers to pull him out of rut is a huge misstep when the theme of sdr2 is future. You can’t use the past as a crutch if you’re supposed to move on, y’know?

DR0 - Both Matsuda and Ryouko are fantastic protagonists and focus characters in different ways. Matsuda’s incredibly layered and proactive. And Ryouko gives a very unique perspective and her genuinely fucked up situation makes for some really harsh, heavy, complicated moments. Not to mention the twist at the end which makes matters a lot clearer. Now if fucking only that shitty “all according to keikaku” bullshit wasn’t a thing.

DRAE - Two solid character arcs! For dual female protagonists! That’s really neat! Komaru and Touko are definitely among the strongest parts of DRAE, both as our leads and as their relationship being the emotional core. Pretty satisfying stuff here! Some of the details could’ve been better but overall this is good shit. Even Syo gets some good character moments and character development. It may be the black sheep of the games, but it’s one of the brightest stars in this regard!

DR3 - HAHAHAAAAAA. Naegi literally does close to nothing in the last couple of episodes, Chisa is a shallow fucking plot device and a tool for man pain, and Hinata spends most of this shit MIA and then bursts in at the last minute as a very convenient Deus Ex Machina. Dr3 has no fucking idea how to write a protagonist much less any of its protagonists.

Killer Killer - I only read the second half of this so I don’t have much of an opinion. Whoops. I think Takumi’s at least alright though. I guess. That dumb ending left too much of an impact for me to really think about anything else.

V3 - Kaede was well-written and very dynamic. In Chapter 1. And Chapter 1 alone. Saihara meanwhile, um… Well his character arc is kinda just thrown out the window in Chapter 6 so he doesn’t get any real closure thus no real development. Like he’s still needy, codependent, and still has no idea what to think so he’s just rolling with whatever? Has he really changed at all? I guess he accepts that this is just the kind of person he is, but that wasn’t really what his conflict was even about? Also isn’t it kind of bad to just be like “how I am, flaws and all, is fine”? Like stagnancy is supposed to be a bad thing, right? Also his role as a detective is something he never reconciles with even when it’s continuously forced on him despite how much he doesn’t enjoy it and when it’s something he isn’t even particularly good at? Saihara’s writing is all over the damn place in general so I’d hesitate to even call him a good character but as a protagonist? Yeah he’s weeeeeeeeak. Easily the weakest and poorly defined of the games.

[technoforestnymph]

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Nickname: my dad calls me noonie or nanoon, my cousins wife calls me noona, and one of my best friends calls me noorinspace cuz it was like my first username on instagram haha. but everyone just calls me noor. sometimes some idiots call me nora, but u know. its all good (like my name is noor its not that hard lol)

Starsign: ♐️

Height: 4′11 Last thing I googled: chabot college lol, hopefully I move to the bay next sem

Fave music artist: it changes like everday tbh but for right now I’ve been really into coheed and cambria, alexisonfire, chevelle, bts, nct 127, dean, seventeen, dance gavin dance, dave b, marc e bassy, infinite, jhene aiko, noisycell, simon dominic, skizzy mars, the spill canvas, we hate jh, the weeknd

Song stuck in my head: kings by angela

Last movie I watched: i think it was k project: missing kings but i haven’t finished it yet, besides that it was a frozen flower (which was alright, i enjoyed it but it had its flaws)

Last TV show I watched: hwarang or kuromukuro 

When did you create your blog: i first made a tumblr in 2014 but i made this blog october 2016

What kind of stuff do I post?: honestly theres no pattern ive established yet, whatever sparks my interest at the moment 

Do you have any other blogs: no

Do you get asks regularly?: no lol

Why did you choose your URL?: it’s a name of a galaxy or nebula i can’t remember and reminds me of the beginning of finding myself and how this is gonna be a long journey :)

Fave colour: wine red and black

Average hours of sleep: like 10-11 lol

Lucky number: idk i guess like 3 or 9 or something

Fave characters: i hope this isnt too long. ok I loooove kenshin from rurouni kenshin, i looooove killua from hunter x hunter, i also love gon, leorio, hisoka, mereum, illumi, chrollo lucilfer all from hxh, i love L and Light from death note, kuroh from k project, victor from yuri on ice, and prob tons more i can’t think of any more

How many blankets do you sleep with? 1 

Dream job: researcher or musician 

Following: 101 but i wanna follow more so if anyone wants to suggest me any, feel free 

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