#to be known we are out here but only like. by a precious select few. like the individual/s who run the twitter account. or bkopps and dlevs.

[stinmybubs]

"Do It For Us." Pt.4

AN: I LIED SHE IS IN UA CUZ SHIKETSU IS TOO STRICT AND SHE NEEDS CREATIVE FREEDOM.

Summery: quirkless and weak, two words treat have defined this girl for too long. She can be useful to her friends, she can finally carve out a way into the hero life. From the sidelines. But…Izuku has a quirk? When? How? He’s a liar….

M. Izuku x AFAB! Reader x B. Katsuki

Pt.1 | Pt.2 | Pt.3

Being an inventor had opened your eyes, so many possibilities with creating things you realize heros will need. Some quirks can’t be regulated without support items which means you would be a vital part of history!

And some quirks weren’t hard to replicate. In a way you could research quirks and make your own. You had so many plans and ideas to share, especially after taking your first step in your classroom.

You felt your heart racing, transferring a month into school was stressful, everyone already knew each other and probably had clicks.

The support course, you were able to branch off after your main classes into the little indoor laboratories or whatever they’re called to create. Of course of of them were taken, two people in one garage.

Of course you were lucky enough to have one more spot so you didn’t have to walk across the entire school to get to an empty one. The teacher had told you that your partner will be a girl since of your record.

You nervously approach the lab, a box of blueprints and tools in your hands and you push the door open to see a girl with a big smile on her face laughing maniacally while creating her creations.

“My babies will be perfect! After I showcase these babies they’ll have to recruit me and buy my precious babies!” The pink haired girl cheered holding one of her ‘babies’ in the air.

You simply sneak into the room, making your way to the long desk across the room. Surprisingly it was empty, you thought since she was alone she’d take up the whole space.

“Hiya!” You felt a hand suddenly on your shoulder making you scream. “Oh my god!” You drop your box on the desk turning around to see the pink haired girl who had grime all over her face smiling at you.

“I was told a female transfer student will need space! So I kicked the guy who was in here outta here!! Of course I wanna work with a girl! We can create precious babies together! By the way the names Mei Hatsume! Wanna see some of my babies!? Oo what’s in here!” The girl was spouting so much you couldn’t even comprehend anything she was saying, everything was happening so fast.

It kind of reminded you of Izuku.

“Oh! That’s just my blueprints…I wanna see if I can replicate complicated quirks maybe even see if you can like I dunno…change some? An example would be if Mount lady could control her size! It would be super useful especially when navigating a large city with cramped roads. Mount lady would-“ you cut yourself off as you saw the girl listening intently, you face flushing realizing you were rambling like Izuku normally would.

“That’s a brilliant idea! Me and you are gonna get along just fine! You’re also just in time for the sports festival! It’s literally in 2 days!” She cheered helping you set up your side of the room.

Mei was a doll, you loved her bright energy and her ability to create was grand! You two spent the day going over blue prints and possible tools you could bring to the sports festival.

This is where you heard that class 1-A was the most popular class right now, the hero course. That’s where you could assume where Bakugou and Izuku was, well either 1-A or 1-B.

“Yeah that Bakugou guy is a real snob!” You flinch at the name, currently you were fetching some history books with a fellow classmate to stock up in your home room class.

“Yeah should’ve known class 1-A would be to egotistical. Only a select few get into the hero course.”

Class 1-A huh? You thought, spacing out at the thought of visiting Bakugou. He’s only a few halls away, you could totally just pop in. But we’re you ready?

“Ah!” You didn’t know what was happening, one minute you were walking with a stacks of books the next you were falling. Turns out a whole group of students starting bombarding the halls.

“What the hell!?” You look around, picking yourself up noticing the group of students making their way down the halls. “They late for class or?”

“Nah, they’re checkin out class 1-A, not only did they survive a real villian attack but in the sports festival they can switch you into the hero class if they see you fit for it. Meaning some kids, gonna get moved out.” Your class mate stated, helping you pick up your books that you had dropped.

“It’s not like I wanna get in so…-“ your class mate continued talking while you stared down the hall. Thoughts racing through your mind. You hadn’t seen Bakugou in months.

I wonder how he’s doing…

I’m just not ready.

The days before the sports festival past quickly, you told mei that you didn’t think you could participate in the sports festival due to your anxiety. She understood right away and told you she will represent your babies at the festival in your steed.

Mei was such a sweet girl, she always knew exactly what to say to you and how to make you feel better. You felt so lucky.

You watched from the area your class was assigned, you were basically the only one there as all the classes walked into the large stadium. You heart raced, you immediately could see the two you longed to see the most.

They haven’t changed. You smile watching as the classes line up to listen to the hero Midnight announce the rules and who’s going to sing the pledge.

“Bakugou Katsuki!” The skimpy suited hero yelled, unexpected. You thought that Katsuki would be the last person to represent a class, due to his very aggressive behavior. You simply watched as he walked up into the podium, hands stuck in his pockets.

“I just wanted to say. That I’m gonna win.”

Oh my god…

Your jaw drops and you cover your mouth, trying to hold your laughter in. God damn it Katsu! Honestly you should’ve known he’d do something like this, his bold confidence was something I’m you used to admire. Come to think of it you were doing fine seeing him.

MaybeI am ready…

But you just didn’t want to risk it, ruining your own life after another episode, you don’t think you would ever recover from another episode. Especially after finding your calling.

As the games went on, you watched the first event intently, seeing Bakugou fighting for first place gave you a rush of your own. You couldn’t help but be internally rooting for him.

Until you saw Izuku flying past the the two boys fighting for first place. Your eyes widen, like in slow motion you saw the boy you admired all your life. Izu..

You stood up in your chair, now you had no clue who to root for! Woah! Izu is so smart…he used the bombs to propel himself in front of the rest of them. He always was the smart one, you know instead of a hero he couldn’t taken the support course. With that brain he could make fine equipment for hero’s.

Your smile fades, how did he get into the hero course..? Only the best of the best, with quirks can get in…

Before your mind begins to race, you quickly calm yourself down, settling back in your seat to continue watching the race play out.

As the games went on, the Calvary battle gave you a good laugh watching Bakugou fly around and angrily yell at his teammates.

You smile as both your childhood friends made it to the finals, Bakugou was fighting a cute girl! And Izuku was fighting a todoroki. Well the only fights you were interested in paying any attention to, you kind of spaced out for the rest of the fights until theirs came.

Well of course you had a very good laugh when Mei toyed with that glasses guy!

Finally it was Bakugou’s fight, of course you were voting for him. Watching as he basically bullied the girl, her quirk…they said it was gravity right. Yknow if I had it I would. Then you realized what she was doing, looking up to see the broken pieces of the stage floating above the stadium.

I fucking love her. You thought excitedly, you kind of hoped this would work, the girl was tirelessly charging herself at your blonde haired friend. Hearing the crowd booing Bakugou broke your heart, not only for Bakugou but the fact that they’re totally underestimating this girl!

One of the announcers lectured the heros booing him, as the rocks came falling down, it was an amazing sight. Woah! The hero course is so…amazing. But with one blast Bakugou countered her attack basically ending the fight there after the girl collapsed due to exhaustion.

You felt a hand land on your shoulder startling you as you realize it was just Mei. “Did you see our babies Y/n! They did so good! Don’t worry if any agencies ask about them I’ll let them know you helped me too! And of course some of them are your design.” She cheered giving you the biggest hug as you watch Izuku step out onto the stage.

You tuned out the world during this fight, there was no way he was going to win. Especially without a quirk. Your memory remembered the time where he told you that he had a chance to get in. Does that mean…? No…so was he not quirkless? Did he find out he had one?

So he wasn’t like you?

As the fight when on, he managed to counter every attack which made your heart sink. Confirming your thoughts as you watch his bones break with each powerful use of his quirk.

He had a quirk? When? Since when did he get a quirk?

You didn’t know how or when. All you knew is that he wasn’t like you anymore, he wasn’t quirkless. A weakling it be pushed around all your life, a defenseless bug to be squashed underneath everyone’s feet.

Or was he just lying…did he lie about not having a quirk? Laughing behind your back all these years as he pretended to be your friend? Your alley? Your only hope? Your mind raced with thoughts you didn’t even know you had streams of tears rushing from your eyes down your face, Mei calling out your name.

Since you weren’t budging, staring at the fight as she Mei quickly rushed you out into a waiting room. “Is everything okay Y/n!?? What happened?” You snap back to reality, just breaking down in tears.

You felt like a fool. You felt so betrayed, your heart felt so broken in that very moment. You couldn’t be here anymore, you couldn’t.

“Did you hear?”

“Yeah some girl from the support course was in tears over this fight.”

“Heard it was a quirkless transfer.”

“I wonder what that was about.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes at the bumbling rumors going around the students, watching as Izuku and todoroki fought.

“Her name I think was.. Y/n L/n?” He immediately perked up, turning to the class that was sitting above them to try to listen closer. She must’ve saw Deku usin that stupid quirk. What a fuckin idiot. Katsuki clenched his fist, getting out of his seat to fines you.

He needed to see you.

At least one more time.

AN: maybe this will be a long term series I keep cutting off the romance 😭 IM SO SORRY I LOVE YOU GUYS Xoxo Stinmybubs

[th3-0bjectivist]

1500 FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION post w/ page mascot Springin' Chip!

Heya folks! Springin’ Chip here with a very special celebratory post! This last week, th3-0bjectivist hit 1500 followers! To be fair, about a quarter of his followers are more than likely AI pornbots, but let’s not get hung up on unnecessary details! Being a canine, there’s very little that I can personally offer our audience on Tumblr… save for some drool, dog snot, and poop. So, we’re going to celebrate the only way I know how!

Pictured with me in this photoset is my big sister, Ruby, and for this commemorative post you get to watch me beat her up! I assault my big sister all the time these days, sometimes for no reason, numerous times a day! I think she likes it! If weight class and overall size were a factor, Ruby could just brush my little Spaniel ass aside like a dust bunny. But she plays well with me, and just lets me kinda passively dominate her most days. Works for me! On with the festivities!!!

And now for some page lore! About a decade ago, th3-0bjectivist was comically barely known as v3ritasartiste on Tumblr. It was a page centered around conspiracy theories… and art, and music. And whooooooo boy, did it suck ass through a bamboo straw! The layout was atrocious, the conspiracy-addled dipshit in charge of the page had no idea what he was doing because he was high out of his mind on government-strength sativa and indica strains 24/7, and nothing he posted made a lick of sense! After gaining a whopping 78 followers over two years, butt-hurt and utterly disregarded, v3ritasartiste shut down his page out of pure frustration.

Yeah, take that Ruby! Years later, during the stay-at-home fallout from ***THE UNSPECIFIED VIRUS FROM UNKNOWN ORIGINS***, v3ritasartiste became th3-0bjectivist with three main goals in mind: 1. Jettison the conspiracy bullshit entirely 2. Create a page that actually makes contextual sense 3. Promote art, both own and others. And, by gum, it worked! Well… sorta. There was still a learning curve and he pissed off a few people to start things off (those blocks were well-earned in retrospect) because he was too brash and cocky, but some social refinement and further diversification of materials led us to where we are today. 1500 and counting!

Do ya see how Ruby just lets me rule her!? She could swallow me in a single gulp, damn I love her so much! Getting back to the point of this post, th3-0 wants you to know he greatly appreciates your follows, your likes, reposts, and most importantly your presence here on Tumblr! You may not realize it, but we’re all on a journey together while we’re on this platform. th3-0 has been able to share some of his joys, sorrows and art with you over the years… and those moments aren’t just precious, they are the universal moments that bring us all together as a species. Well… not me personally per se. Just to be clear, I’m a dog! Th3-0, who is a human, just wanted me to express those things to you… yeah, that’s the ticket.

Unlike last year, we’re at full mast with new art. We’ve got plenty of new paintings coming which just need to be more fully realized. We’ve practically cornered the market on original painting-animations on Tumblr, and musical entries and snarky commentary will continue to flow like wine until we’ve determined they are no longer working for us (which will be NEVER). Warts and all, th3-0bjectivist LOVES Tumblr. And just a reminder, if you’re ever interested in purchasing some canvas work, which would really help us, just head on over to our page on DeviantArt and browse the selections in the Featured section. Our wall decorations can make your home or business weirder and more wondrous at the same time! Tumblr restricts gifs to a pathetic 10MB download, which severely confines the visual quality of the gifs. But on DeviantArt, all our artistic gifs are available in high definition and they’re free to download!

Time for a nap with my big sis…. while th3-0bjectivist deletes 386,712,364,871,236,857,623,547,612,376,451,457,282,367,487,264 pornbot messages from his Tumblr inbox! Thanks Tumblr, we love you all!

Until next time fellow literate dogs, ¬ Springin’ Chip for th3-0bjectivist

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[watchluxe]

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[whatsapparchiving]

The Ultimate Guide: How to Effectively Archive Text Messages with Mobile Communication Apps

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Popular Mobile Communication Apps for Text Message Archiving

Text message archiving has become a necessity for many smartphone users, and luckily, there are several popular mobile communication apps that offer reliable solutions. Let's explore some of these apps and see how they can help you effectively archive your text messages. One widely used app is WhatsApp. Known for its seamless messaging capabilities, WhatsApp also allows users to easily save and store their conversations. By accessing the chat settings within the app, you can choose to export specific chats or entire conversation histories as email attachments or through cloud storage services like Google Drive or iCloud. Another popular option is Telegram. This secure messaging app not only prioritizes user privacy but also offers a built-in feature for archiving chats. Simply swipe left on any chat thread in Telegram to access the "Archive" option, which moves the conversation out of your main inbox while still keeping it accessible whenever needed. For those who prefer an all-in-one communication platform, Slack is worth considering. In addition to its team collaboration features, Slack allows you to create private channels where important conversations can be archived indefinitely. With customizable search options and integrations with other productivity tools, finding past discussions in Slack becomes a breeze. If you're an iPhone user looking for native solutions, don't overlook Apple's iMessage app. With iOS 14 and later versions, Apple introduced an Archive feature that lets you declutter your message list without losing important conversations permanently. It's as simple as swiping left on a conversation and tapping "Archive." These are just a few examples of popular mobile communication apps that offer text message archiving capabilities across different platforms. Whether you use WhatsApp for personal chats or rely on Slack for work-related discussions, exploring each app's specific features will allow you to find the best fit for your needs when it comes to organizing and preserving your text messages.

Step-by-Step Guide on How to Archive Text Messages

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[lexinympho]

Seeing you for the first time in 4 years wasn't exactly on Hajime's agenda for today.

It should've been expected, this is a little reunion between him and his former teammates after all, and you were there with them, with him until the end. He just didn't think you'd show up to the event considering that he'd be here, and he's sure Oikawa told you who and all would be at the summer home he rented for the special occasion.

But here you are...

He's just as captivated by you as he was during his high school sweetheart phase though, possibly more now after the passage of time. He'd be more glad to see you, however, if the muddy waters from your last interaction with him weren't rising to his knees again at the sight of you.

Part of the reason why he hadn't seen you in so long is because of that interaction actually.

He gets the feeling you're just as good (if not, better) with remembering that day considering the fact that you have yet to even look at him. You aren't simply busy catching up with people who share precious memories with you, you aren't caught up in running around to complete a mile long list of tasks, you aren't short on time and only capable of speaking to a select few before you have to get going.

You don't want to speak with him, plain and simple.

The murky, suffocating liquid rises higher to his chest.

The looks of pity he catches from the corner of his eye, sent from people who once knew him as your beloved, only serve to worsen his chest pains, agitating him until he's just a hair's breath away from pulling you aside to at least acknowledge him. He doesn't go through with it, your silence from back then holds him in place and reminds him of why you're ignoring him in the first place.

I didn't want to try long distance, he told Oikawa on the hushed phone call he made mere minutes after your "argument." There was yelling involved to a short extent, there wasn't much that could be yelled about, but he didn't want to keep dating you after he left Japan. Obviously that didn't sit right with you one bit, not because he was going overseas to a country thousands of miles away from you to pursue his dream. No, you never expressed any discontent with that before the plans were set to commence. You were upset because, in your own words, he gave up on the relationship.

Which there's some truth to.

He did everything in his power to get you to understand how he was seeing things, how he didn't want to put you through unnecessary heartache because of the distance. How he didn't want to experience how it felt to fall out of love with you.

You were being stubborn about it, too, not afraid to admonish him for making all kinds of assumptions that are known for breaking people up over time. We can be different if you'd just try, you yelled at him. But you eventually came to the conclusion that he wasn't going to change his mind soon.

The last he heard from you was a somber, "...Fine," before you turned your back on him and walked away in defeat. You didn't speak to him at all after that.

The last he saw of you was you silently packing your bags and calling a friend to pick you up in the morning, not wanting to stay in the same place your boyfriend essentially dumped you for his career. You didn't acknowledge his presence as you left the empty home before him.

Now, you stand just a moderate distance away from him, matured, clearly having grown into your new life...

And getting along just fine without him.

He wonders if the scene in front of him would be any different had he stuck it out with you. Maybe you'd be sitting right beside him with a matching beach chair, happily chatting with him and shoving your toes in the sand. Maybe you would've pulled him up and into the ocean by now and plead for him to teach you how to swim. You'd probably be cracking jokes with him as you recount each other's separate journeys.

Or...you would've moved on without him.

Like you seem to have as you hang off of Hanamaki's sunburnt arm and scold him for neglecting his sensitive skin.

Despite the gloom that overtakes his vision and threatens to pull him into a pit of guilt and self-hate, despite the way his grip tightens around the beer can Oikawa offered him in consolation...

He's okay. There's no telling how you would've fared waiting for him to return, how much thousands of phone calls and texts would've kept you sane before things went sideways. He knows he lost his mind a few times knowing he had no way of properly contacting you.

So he's glad you at least have someone.

Even though it isn't him.

©lexinympho 2022, please do not edit or repost my works anywhere on this platform or another

[nhkamira]

🍓🌸MY SPRING 2022 WATCHLIST🌸🍓

Hehe did you guys miss my list? Spring is here and more beautiful than ever! 🤩 I got the chance to enjoy the sakura trees for the first time and I've been meeting really nice new people😊 Hopefully, this season will give a ton of good things to keep the perfect vibes. So who takes part in my selection this season? 👀

Tate no Yuusha 2nd Season: Finally season 2 is here! After a great first season and a really nice ending for it, I’m excited to see what’s the next adventure for our dear Naufumi. Kinema Citrus is working again for this season, with a total of 13 episodes! First episode came out on April 6th and if you haven’t seen the first season, go ahead it’s worth it.

Kaguya-sama Love is War 3rd Season: THE EXCITEMENT FOR THIS ONE😭 I’m so happy to see our precious student council members again, I know is going to be amazing, second season when beyond expectations and hopefully this one can bring us something like that too. A-1 Pictures is still working for this series, thankfully. First episode come out today (April 9th) and please do yourself a favor if you haven’t seen this great series.

Spy x Family: New one and the ads for this one have been all over Shibuya! Wit Studio and CloverWorks are working on this one so we can expect a great animation. Here’s a quick synopsis: For the agent known as "Twilight," no order is too tall if it is for the sake of peace. Operating as Westalis' master spy, Twilight works tirelessly to prevent extremists from sparking a war with neighboring country Ostania. For his latest mission, he must investigate Ostanian politician Donovan Desmond by infiltrating his son's school: the prestigious Eden Academy. Thus, the agent faces the most difficult task of his career: get married, have a child, and play family. First episode come out today (April 9th) so let’s see what this one will bring us.

Komi-san Can't Communicate 2nd Season: Komi and Tadano are back and sooner than what I thought but I’m so happy😭 first season was so wholesome and funny, I can’t wait to see Komi progress and all the amazing characters this anime has. OLM did a freaking amazing work with first season so let’s expect the same😂 First episode aired on April 7th

Kawaii dake ja Nai Shikimori-san: Doga Kobo has some amazing series like Gekkan Shoujo and one of my favorite comedies Himouto Umaru-chan. A brief synopsis: Shikimori seems like the perfect girlfriend: cute, fun to be around, sweet when she wants to be... but she has a cool dark side that comes out under the right circumstances. And her boyfriend Izumi loves to be around when that happens! Hopefully this will be a great comedy, first episode comes on April 10th!

Aharen-san wa Hakarenai: I can already feel how cute and funny this one is going to be. The story follows Reina Aharen and Raidou Matsuboshi as their odd friendship starts to blossom when Raidou picks up Aharen's eraser for her. She misinterprets his gesture and now believes them to be best friends, showing how the simplest of things can prove to be the most complicated of challenges for them. Brought by Felix Film a studio with only a few animes, let’s hope this story to be nice.

Kakkou no Iinazuke: Still not sure why I’ll be watching this but Shin-Ai Animation is working for this one alongside SynergySP for this. Brief synopsis: 16-year-old super-studier Nagi Umino, second-year student at the Meguro River Academy high school, was switched at birth. On his way to a dinner to meet his birth parents, he accidentally meets the brash, outspoken, Erika Amano, who is determined to make Nagi her fake boyfriend as she never wants to actually marry. But once Nagi makes it to dinner, he finds his parents have decided to resolve the hospital switch by conveniently having him marry the daughter his birth parents raised...who turns out to be none other than Erika herself! I have weird feeling about this but let’s give it a chance.

Tomodachi Game: I’m exciting because this one looks so dramatic😂 Haven’t seen first episode yet (it came on April 6th) and never seen the two other animes Okuruto Noboru Studio has but let’s see! Brief synopsis: Katagiri Yuichi believes that friends are more important than money. He works hard to save up in order to go on the high school trip, However, after the class's money is all collected, it is stolen! Soon afterward, the five of them are kidnapped, and wake up in a strange room with a character from a short-lived anime. Apparently, one of them has entered them into a "friendship game" in order to take care of their massive debt. But who was it, and why did they have such a debt? Katagiri and his best friends will have to succeed in psychological games that will test or destroy their faith in one another.

Honzuki no Gekokujou 3rd Season: Ajiado longest series, Myne and Lutz are back with a third season! after two nice seasons our pair as grown a lot after starting their new journey. I’m excited to see Myne and the things she’s going to achieve! If you like nice and not so rush stories you should check this one! Startin on April 12th.

Summertime Render: OLM is also working on this, with 25 episodes we got a mystery and supernatural case ahead! After his parents died, Shinpei Ajiro lived with the Kofune sisters, Mio and Ushio, but he has since moved to live on his own in Tokyo. But after Ushio drowns while trying to save the young Shiori Kobayakawa, he returns home to mourn her departure. However, bruises around Ushio's neck bring her cause of death into question. Taking a step back, Shinpei becomes convinced there must be another explanation. Dangerous entities roam among the islanders, and a vision of deceased Ushio asks him to "save Mio" as her final request. He is certain that something is afoot—and Ushio's death is only a piece of the puzzle. I’m excited for this one, starting on April 15th!

Koi wa Sekai Seifuku no Ato de: I added this one because I needed it for my Fantasy team😂 but it looks so dumb and cute I think is going to be enjoyable Project no.9 has some decent work so let’s see. Synopsis: In the eyes of the public, Fudou Aikawa and Desumi Magahara are sworn enemies who have nothing in common. Fudou, also known as "Red Gelato," is the leader of the hero squadron "Gelato 5," whose mission is to bring about world peace. On the other hand, Desumi is the minion leader of "Gecko," a villainous organization seeking world domination. However, despite these differences, their relationship is not quite what it seems. When they are not making a show of being at each other's throats, Desumi and Fudou continue to pursue a forbidden love. Going on dates, baking sweets for one another, and meeting up as often as they can despite their hectic schedules, the two inexperienced lovebirds pave the way for their unique relationship. Though their public lives are worlds apart, Fudou and Desumi will stop at nothing to make their seemingly impossible romance work. The first episode came out on April 8th

Dance Dance Danseur: Last but not least! I hope. This one turned out as amazing as Kageki Shoujo😭 and MAPPA is working on this so I’m expecting a breathtaking animation. Starting today (April 9th) the story follows Junpei who is happily snoozing away during his sister's ballet recital when a male ballet dancer steps onto the stage. Moved by the strength and skills the dancer displays, the boy discovers his love for this art. But after a certain tragedy happens, he vows to leave his past behind and turn into the epitome of manliness! What will he do when his love for ballet reignites?!

A lot to watch, also I’ll continue with my top series as always, One Piece and Detective Conan, and Shaman King is finishing in the upcoming weeks too! With nothing else to add. May this season bring us amazing experiences!

[angelamajiki]

[ peace treaty - part two ]

AN: my first banner that I made for a fic!! Please enjoy and mind the tags as always!! :)

CW: yandere, noncon, loss of virginity, double penetration, coercion, gang bang, A/B/O dynamics, size difference, slight tummy bulge, cum stuffing, breeding

PART ONE

SYNOPSIS: The wedding to ensure peace for your kingdom was underway. Your alphas had been insistent that you met your new pack and give your virginity to them the night of your wedding. You could only wonder why.

The village of the Barbarian tribe was full of the hustle and bustle of wedding preparations being made for their leading Alphas and their newfound Omega mate. You could hear the rushing of bodies outside the tented den the pair kept you confined to. They were insistent on keeping you within their firm grasp, their watchful eyes at all times. It was exhausting, so say the least. The time spent in the village was theirs, not your own. Their tenderness almost made you forget the circumstances on which you fell into their laps. Almost.

Hardly anyone else in the village had seen you thanks to your red-headed mate. Dragons rarely let anyone but their pack near their hoard, and Eijirou was more than happy to declare you his most precious treasure of all, the centerpiece of his store. The hybrid was tempted to keep you with the rest of his treasures, but his other mate decided against it, demanding that you stay warm in the nest during the blistering winter that ravaged the mountain range.

They kept in the nest for as long as you would tolerate it, adoring the way you looked wrapped snuggly in the furs they had slain and prepared for you. The den was soon furnished with a small library for your curious mind, one of many wedding presents that your mates intended to spoil you with. Your mates were desperate for your approval, to preen and puff their chests in pride from your praise. In fact, one of the only times you were let out before the wedding was to watch wrestling matches between the Alphas of the clan and their leaders on the warmer days. It was a prominent display of strength, the pair hoping to impress their lovely mate with their fists and muscles. The other times, they had taken you to Eijirou’s cave to flaunt his hoard, which they welcomed you to take anything you liked from it as it was now yours too.

Winter flew by quickly. In those few months, preparations for your spring wedding were well underway as your mates took their agonizing time to stake their claim on you. The pair of them were insistent on waiting until the wedding night to be fully bonded but did not spare you any pleasure they wished to bestow you. The ecstasy they brought you night after night was earth-shattering, something you never even dreamed you could have achieved.

A spring wedding was to be had, and the wait was finally over. Your dress was designed of the most delicate silk hand-made in the tribe, dipped in beautiful red and gold dyes to match your mate's garments. Precious jewels and other gold jewelry was selected from the dragon's hoard by none other than Eijirou himself. Traditional paint was brushed onto your face and arms with expert craftsmanship, adorning your glowing skin with the clan's insignia and other symbols held dear to the Barbarians.

Meeting your mates down the aisle and finally being wed to them felt like a weight had been lifted off of your shoulders. For months, you had worried that their threat to destroy your home would see to its fruition, but now that you're finally their wife and mate, the treaty had been completed. Perhaps your mates would be kind enough to let you see your family after the celebration.

Festivities were planned for days to celebrate the new queen and pack mate of the tribe’s leaders. Being out of the den and meeting the clansmen felt like a breath of fresh air after being secluded for those few months up until the wedding. You could only hope that your husbands would allow this new freedom to continue.

Food, drink, and dancing went well into the early morning hours before you decided it was time to retire to your den. Buzzing with anticipation, you let Katsuki lead you home with a scarred hand on the small of your back, reminding you just how small you were in comparison to your Alphas. Tonight was the night that you submitted utterly and entirely to your mates. It was overwhelming, almost enough to give you cold feet.

Upon returning to the tented den, you were met with your new pack, the Alphas that Eijirou and Katsuki introduced you to earlier that day during the ceremony. TestsuTetsu, leader of the clan’s warriors. Sero and Denki, leading blacksmiths and protectors of the armory. Izuku, also known as Deku, leading military strategist. And Hitoshi, the tribe’s mage.

The tent’s magic flaps had sealed themselves once you and your mates made it inside with the rest of the pack, who were already waiting for you. Unease had swelled in your gut as you saw the hungry gleams in all the Alpha's eyes. Did they have the intention to watch while you bonded with your mates?

“Be easy, my love.”

Eijirou’s hands came to your shoulders in an attempt to soothe you as he guided you to your nest.

“Although you will be our mate, you will still be the pack’s omega.”

You nodded slowly, having already understood that much, but it still didn't explain why the rest of the pack was suffocating the space of your den.

“That means you will have to form a bond with all of us. We intend to share you with the pack tonight.”

Panic filled your being as you stood up from the nest, only to be pinned down into the redhead’s lap with his powerful arms. His hands rubbed soothing circles in your arms as he felt you squirm in his hold.

“There’s no reason to be afraid, my queen!” Izuku piped up as he flashed a reassuring smile. “This is the best way to ensure that you will give healthy pups to the pack and the clan.”

Tears and pleas dribbled out as you thrashed in your Alpha’s arms, desperate to claw your way out of his grip and away from the new pack.

“Stop yer fussin’,” Katsuki grunted as he took his place next to the both of you. “We’ll be right here the whole time. Besides, it’ll be a good way for the pack to bond. We wouldn't want anything to happen to your territory, now would we?”

Chuckles filled the room as you sobbed in absolute terror.

“Please! I don't want this! Don't make me do this; I'm begging you!”

A fatal mistake on your part is that you forgot who these men were. Barbarians who snatched, steal, and take whatever they please, whenever they please. Your mates were capable of tenderness, but only when it seemed to benefit them. And it didn't at this moment.

Eijirou was quick to quell your cries as he stroked your hair gently while Katsuki tied your hands together. The redhead whispered sweet nothings in your ear in an attempt to soothe his lovely omega. You were practically hog-tied into your nest as the blonde ripped your dress to shreds with his magic, your struggling between the pair of them frustrating him deeply.

“Enough fucking around. Omega, submit.”

Unable to deny such a command, you went still under your overbearing husband. How quickly he changed once you truly denied him for the first time...it frightened you. The men around you tried to croon and calm, wanting to put your wailing cries at ease. You had barely been touched and you already felt violated by being naked and bound before your new pack. Oh, things you had to endure to protect your kingdom.

Katsuki was overzealous, eager to be the first to pop your cherry and finally feel the velvet of his omega’s hole. A searing mouth sealed itself over your clit as thick fingers worked you open. Your mate was relentless, fucking your hole with vigor as his tongue sucked and lapped against your clit. The wanton groaning of the other Alphas met your squeals and cries as you clenched around your mate’s fingers, wishing desperately to sink into your nest of furs and never return.

Eijirou kissed you deeply, stroking away your tears and holding your chin in his scarred palm. The other Alphas hands groped, massaged, and grabbed at your supple skin, leaving no inch untouched. All of them ignored your sobbing, electing to see past your suffering for the good of the pack.

“So beautiful.”

“What a great pick you two made.”

“Hurry up and mount her Kats! I want to get in there too!”

Your Alpha continued his brutal pace of finger fucking and suckling on your clit, groaning and grunting as he slurped at you greedily. A tight coil of pleasure built in your core as you helplessly moaned and cried into Eijirou’s mouth. Katsuki felt your impending orgasm and pulled his mouth away in favor of rubbing your clit hard and fast with his unoccupied hand. He chuckled, watching you squirm and squeal loudly before coming undone, squirting all over his chest in the process.

The Alphas jeered and praised you for a good show as Katsuki chuckled.

“Now that’s what I’m fuckin’ talking about. Good girl, little omega. Ready for knot?”

A wolfish grin cast on his features as he hiked your ankles up to his shoulders. Cock lines up with your still twitching whole; he sunk into your tight heat in one stroke of his hips. A breathy gasp left you as you were filled to the brink.

The pace he set with his thrusts was unforgiving; a bruising grip laid on your love handles as you were pounded into the nest, making a mess of the furs strewn across it. Snarls and grunts left your captor’s lips all the while. The other Alphas around you stroked their cocks heartily, eagerly waiting for their turns to have a go and breed their new pack omega. Squeals and cries of unwanted pleasure quickly filled your gut as you came again, forcing you to arch your back into the blonde’s chest. Overstimulation hit you like a freight train as your mate continued to chase his own pleasure.

Eijirou brushed the hair from your sweaty forehead and swiped gently at your tears, watching his two mates finally tie the knot and love each other in the most primal, intimate ways they knew. What a fine choice for a mate you turned out to be—loyal, lovely, loud. Your sobs and cries of pleasure were music to the dragon’s ears, adoring the way you shook and convulsed underneath the other Alpha. Toying with your nipples gently, he shushed your protests with a kiss and held his free hand to your throat, stroking the sides tenderly.

Katsuki, on the other hand, was practically feral, animalistic in his movements as he popped his knot into your tight cunt with a roar of your name. Ropes of hot seed painted your womb as he held you tightly in his arms, riding his orgasm out to completion.

Nothing but groans and pants could be heard for a few moments as your Alpha bent down to lay a claiming mark on the glands of your neck. He tore into the flesh with passion, leaving a trail of blood that dripped down your sweaty chest. Laving at the mark with his tongue, he sealed the bond and slurped up the blood. Extending his neck, he pushed your head into his crook.

“Bite, complete the bond.”

Like an obedient breeding bitch, you listened mindlessly, mind foggy with the haze of your orgasms.

After his knot had deflated, Eijirou moved to mount your sloppy hole.

“Guess the rest of you are getting my sloppy seconds,” Katsuki smirked, admiring the way his seed dripped from your now loose hole.

Eijirou was more tender than his counterpart, taking his time with his sweet, sweet lovemaking. Possessive and sweet nothings were moaned and groaned from him—bite marks littered your chest and mouth. His thrusts with slow and deep, wanting a slow build to both of your orgasms as he lavished you in his undivided attention. Kisses and bites were pressed sweetly to your lips, and his tongue tasted the salt of your skin.

Your whimpers and moans mingled with his deep, rolling groans while the others were content to watch such a passionate display of Eijirou’s adoration for his Omega. Laying his claim as he came, the knot popped the moment as he bit into your wrist, suckling at the wound he left behind. Even after he deflated, he cockwarmed you for a while so you could rest and have a much-needed drink of water.

After Eijirou’s cock slipped out of your cunt, the rest was a murky blur in your memory. Izuku followed your redheaded mate, losing himself quickly to the vice of your wet and sloppy pussy. He came rather quickly, apologizing for only finishing himself off. He had to, for the sake of pups, of course. Not that any of their words mattered to you, you were too drunk off the mating bonds your mates laid into your virgin skin.

TetsuTetsu succeeded Izuku, and much like Katsuki, he was an animal. Loud slaps of skin filled the den as he praised you for being such a good omega for your Alphas. Bear them your healthy pups like a good girl, won't you? His stamina was high, too high for your liking. Slipping in and out of consciousness, you barely made recognition to his knot swelling in your hole. He was by far the biggest of the pack. Another load pumped into the pack’s personal cumdumpster, but he made sure to make you squeal and squirt on his cock.

Any defiance in you had died by the time Sero and Denki speared you on their cocks. What they lacked in girth, they made up for in length. They both greedily stuffed themselves into your pussy at the same time, one rubbing your clit while the other tugged at your nipples. Only one knot caught inside you while Denki’s popped just below your clit, making an even bigger mess to your already sloppy pussy.

Finally, Hitoshi cast a fertility ward on your womb, marked by the pack’s emblem to ensure pregnancy and a healthy one at that. An average knot, he finished himself within your already full womb, a small bulge appearing in your gut because of it. A plug was stuffed inside you to keep the pack’s seed deep within your cunt, to ensure pregnancy of the pack’s pups.

Once the sun broke over the dawn of the mountains, the pack exited the tent to leave you to your Alphas. They spent the morning bathing and feeding you, wanting to pamper you after such an exciting yet stressful evening. The pair hoped you would come around to be shared by the pack; how else will they get you through your heats and their ruts? That's a problem for another day, they supposed.

After a long, well-deserved rest in a now cleaned nest, Eijirou was ecstatic to share the news of their newest surprise. A honeymoon! Oh, the places they planned to fly you to.

As you listened to their plans, you couldn't help but gaze off into the next morning’s sun, wondering if this life was worth it for the sake of peace.

[lulu2992]

Even more deleted dialog from Far Cry 5’s files!

I found a very convenient document that lists all sound files and organizes them by scene. What’s interesting is that all the deleted audio files are listed too. I wanted to know how many lines of dialog each Seed sibling had in total in this document and how many had been eventually cut. Here’s what I found:

Joseph: 372 files (73 in Arcade, 229 for the game, 70 deleted)

John: 415 files (239 in Arcade, 168 for the game, 8 deleted)

Jacob: 562 files (244 in Arcade, 191 for the game, 127 deleted)

Faith: 323 files (244 for the game, 79 deleted)

I was about to stop there but I realized each line of dialog was potentially linked to a “text string” (in-game text, such as subtitles). If you want to take a look at the text strings (“Oasisstrings”) they are on text.farcry.info, a website created by a modder known as Steve Botter (Steve64b).

It turns out the transcription of many deleted sound files remains in “Oasisstrings”! It means we can no longer listen to them but we can still read them!

So here are all the deleted lines of dialog I found for the Seeds:

JOSEPH

Story and cutscenes:

During the cinematic introduction, Joseph has 5 lines in the game but he originally had 7. The deleted ones are bolded below:

...and everything became perfectly still...

The Collapse is upon us, my children.

And it is up to us to prepare for it.

The next chapter in your lives begins now. You have been selected for a very special cause, a very important cause. For you are the creators of the New Eden. You are the warriors of The Project.

God demands we save those lost souls whether they want to be saved or not.

...and some will wish to harm us... Some will wish to destroy all that we have built here together. And some will betray us.

And those in the outside world are blind. They do not believe. They have no faith. Shhh. But I will make them see...

Then, in his church, he had a few lines for the Deputy, right before they put the cuffs on him:

It doesn't have to go like this. There's still a chance for you to make the right choice.

If you try to take me away from this place... that will be the end. For everything.

Take your people and go. No harm will come to them.

Joseph then had a 25 seconds long line called “Heli Walk Fail”. No transcription is available.

In the helicopter, Joseph calmly sings Amazing Grace. Only the first of the 4 sound files remains but the transcription of the second and third files is still available:

T'was Grace that taught my heart to fear. And Grace, my fears relieved. How precious did that grace appear the hour I first believed.

Through many dangers, toils and snares. We have already come... T'was grace that brought us safe thus far, and grace will lead us home... and grace will lead us home...

The last file isn’t transcribed but it was probably the fourth verse of the song.

When Dutch carries the Deputy to his bunker, Joseph’s voice is heard in the background (on the radio). His speech was originally longer and the deleted parts are bolded below:

My children... We must give thanks to God. The day I have prophesied to you has arrived. Everything I've told you has come true... The authorities who tried to take me from you are now in the loving embrace of my Family... save for one. But this Wayward Soul will be found. They will be punished... and in the end, they will see our glorious purpose.

My Children... as we continue the Reaping and await the opening of the next Seal, know that in these last days there will come times of difficulty.

For those we wish to save will reject our compassion. Reject our love. But we will not reject them.

We will embrace them. We will save them... willingly or not. And in the end, they will thank us.

I am your Father. You are my Children. And together, we will march to—

In the mission “We Must Be Strong”, Joseph had one deleted line called “Test Complete”:

You’ve done well.

He says the same thing to Jacob in the cutscene but the two files are different and have two different durations.

During the final ride to Dutch’s bunker at the end of the game, Joseph hums Amazing Grace in the car. Once again, only the first of the three files still exists. The others aren’t transcribed but Joseph was probably just humming the rest of the song.

There was also something called “Father Endgame Bliss Message” but I sadly don’t know what these 17 seconds (2 files) were about…

Messages, broadcasts, and sermons:

In the game, Joseph has one answering machine message (Seed Ranch) and four sermons.

He had one more answering machine message in the Henbane River:

In the end, you will thank me.

His sermon “The Elite” (heard at the Security Gate during the mission “The Cleansing”) was originally at least 76 seconds longer but the transcription of the 4 deleted files isn’t available anymore.

He also used to have four more sermons. Here is “Misfit”:

Have you ever felt...alone?

Surrounded by family, peers, neighbors, friends, strangers. Crowded and elbowed. Suffocated by the masses that continue to breed and multiply thoughtlessly across this doomed planet, AND YET

ultimately, painfully, you're alone?

And perhaps your attempts to engage with others have been met with indifference,  or worse, mockery?

I feel your pain. Cause , I too have suffered the sting of the gossip's whisper. The crack of the bully's fist. The faithless lover's betrayal. The cruelty of those petty tyrants. But , I have survived all of these agonies –

I have survived and they no longer have any power over me.   And now I bask in the peace of God's unconditional love, shielded by the serene companionship of You my Family. And I know know what it means to be fully and trully accepted.  By You my Family.

I know that you are still out there. Some of you and you are in so much pain and it hurts so much.  But my children I am here to tell you that suffering is a choice. And you can choose a better way. We love you. We want you. We will accept you exactly as you are. Join us.  I am your Father, and you are my children and together we will march to Eden's Gate.

Here is “Suicide” (they probably cut this one because it was too dark):

Many of you already know our brother. Many of you are just like him. Pillars of our Family. Powerful but yet gentle, confident but humble. Full of life. Full of joy. But it was not always like that was it.

Cause we can all find ourselves lost at times. Overwhelmed. We can all fall prey to that voice we hear when we lie in bed alone at night and close our eyes: "No, you are not worthy. No you will never be loved. No you will never, ever be good enough. So just end it now. Just end it now."

We can silence those thoughts. That is the power of this Family's love. That is the power we offer you.  The power to salvage a damned soul, the power to heal a wounded heart, the power to change a troubled mind. The power to stand up to that voice that tortures us from the inside and to say "YES, yes I am worthy, YES I will be loved, YES I am good enough, and YES I WILL THRIVE!"

I am your Father. And you are my children. And Together we will march to Eden's Gate.

The sermons “Addict” (approximately 2 minutes, 7 files) and “Divine Design” (almost 3 minutes, 10 files) are unfortunately completely gone. That said, there is something that looks like a note in “Oasisstrings” and it’s also called “Divine Design”. I don’t remember if this note is in the game but maybe it was what the sermon was about:

If you are here with me now or if you within the sound of my voice I wish for you to stop for a moment. Look at your hands, for they born of divine design. They are a wondrous gift, allowing each of us to manufacture wonders. With these tools humanity has built wonders of technology, unparalleled civilizations, and even reached for the stars. We have shaped the earth and propelled ourselves forward. But I ask you: Is that movement the same as progress? Have we fed the earth? Have we ended slavery? Do we have equality? Do we have law? We’ve taken our gifts, our hands, and we make them into fists, and with these fists we make war. We were not given the gifts of finger and thumb to press buttons on a phone or manipulate a game controllers. To pull triggers. We were given them to clasp one another in times of turmoil, to hold and to comfort. I AM YOUR FATHER.      YOU ARE MY CHILDREN AND TOGETHER WE WILL MARCH TO EDEN’S GATE.

Others:

In the Henbane River, Joseph had 5 lines called “Hallucination Father Verses”. I’m not sure what the context was but they simply are excerpts of his sermon “The Truth”:

Know that you are not alone. Know that you are loved.

Long ago, before the ideas of war and hatred consumed us, we were given a wondrous gift: the gift of life.

Thus began the cycle of binge and purge that traps humanity to this day. Strife, then peace, then strife again.

Humanity has grown numb to the machine of strife that it has created, but we cannot.

We are all angels, and we few are set on a path back to the garden.

There were 6 files called “Amazing Grace Spoken”. There is no context and no transcription (but this part is pretty easy to guess).

Joseph had three “Car Radio Sermons”. I don’t know what they were about but they were approximately 137, 130, and 158 seconds long.

There was also something called “The Father Audio”, in Holland Valley. Again, I don’t know what this was but there were 6 files for a total of at least 138 seconds.

JOHN

In the mission “The Cleansing”, John used to have 7 more lines (radio calls). Two of them still exist as sound files but the other 5 don’t and their transcription isn’t available.

In the mission “The Atonement”, he has one deleted line:

That was on you.

Given the context, I think it’s what he was supposed to say to the Deputy after they refuse to say “Yes” and Jerome gets hurt.

There also was an alternate version of the “Mohammed” line. Two files are listed but they have the same duration and the same transcription:

If you won't come to the mountain, then bring the mountain to you.

JACOB

Story and cutscenes:

There are three groups of three lines each called “Music Capture”. The first group appears once in the document and is comprised of these lines:

Where you goin'?

Confused? Don't worry...

We need to have a little talk.

The second group appears twice and is comprised of these lines:

Ah ah ahhhh...

I didn't forget about you...

See you soon.

Jacob used to have more dialog during the trials. First, this series of files called “Trials Intro”:

You will train.

You will hunt.

You will kill.

You will sacrifice.

Train.

Hunt.

Kill.

Sacrifice.

Then, he had more comments. You’ll notice duplicates and recognize lines from the game in the sound files transcribed below but I assure you they were all cut:

Excellent.

Cull the herd.

Sacrifice the weak.

Keep going.

Excellent.

You're weak.

Don't die on me now.

This is your first trial.

This is your second trial.

This is your third trial.

This is your fourth trial.

This is your second trial.

This is your third trial.

This is your fourth trial.

You know your target.

The weak must be culled. You will train. You will hunt. You will kill. You will sacrifice.

Time is short. You must move quickly.

Watch your time.

Time's tickin'

Tick Tock.

Keep moving.

Only I can make you strong.

A tool exists for each room.

The safest space contains a weapon.

There's a weapon for every situation.

Remember... use the right weapon.

Headshots and takedowns are rewarded with time.

Use headshots or takedowns to get more time.

Takedowns and headshots give you more precious time.

Time is on your side with headshots and takedowns.

Weak. Use the weapon.

Find the weapon.

Locate the weapon.

You've forgotten your tool.

Not bad. Now do it again.

Do it again.

You're not listening. Try harder!

You are failing! You must pass the trials!

You are weak! Run it again!

And here is a series of lines called “Trials Health”:

Watch it. You're takin' hits.

Don't die on me now.

You're not gonna make it if you keep gettin' hit.

You're gonna die if you don't watch yourself.

Can't pass the trials if you're dead.

In the mission “Only You” (final fight against Jacob), he used to have a lot more lines. They are all called “Hunt Jacob”. First, he said three of the “Music Capture” lines:

Ah ah ahhhh...

I didn't forget about you...

See you soon.

And here is the rest of the deleted lines:

And so the hunt begins.

Did you really think I'd face you alone?

My soldiers are strong. They kill for me. They die for me.

The Judges... they smell you.

The Judges are coming... and they are hungry...

No... Not yet.

That's close enough.

You're still weak, and I'm going to cut you down.

Nice try, but... [smirking laugh]

I'm gonna watch as my Judges rip you apart and feed on your entrails.

Weak.

Gotcha.

You're really out of your league.

You've taken up enough of my time. It's over.

I'm tired of this little game. It's time to end it.

And now we cull the herd. Time to hunt Deputy.

And now we cull the herd. Time to hunt Deputy.

Let's try that again.

One more time.

Try harder.

Good hunting Deputy.

This just got interesting.

Let's try one more time.

Focus. You're distracted.

That didn't last very long.

Good hunt deputy.

The weak is culled.

Killed by your own kind.

Whitetails have no loyalty.

Whitetails have no sense of honor do they?

Just like a whitetail.

Whitetails love to do as they're told.

Where are you going?

Don't be afraid.

But we're having so much fun.

You've got no friends out here.

It's only you. Don't you understand?

Only you. Just you.

Ok. Now we got a real hunt.

The Judges will feast on your fear.

Can't forget about the Judges. They need to play too.

Fear has consumed you.

You're in my world now.

You're too weak for this hunt.

Come back to me.

You're lost. You've forgotten your purpose.

You're not strong enough to do this on your own.

No, this isn't you. I know the real you, remember?

So much potential. You're throwing it all away.

You're in too deep now.

This is a battle you can't win.

Give up. I won't judge you. I believe in second chances.

Surrender. Give in. It's your only card to play.

I can help you find your strength again. I can help you become the person you're supposed to be.

This won't end well for you.

I'm stronger than you are. But you knew that.

You can't win this. You need to accept defeat.

Weak.

You know you can't stop me.

Don't make me kill you.

You won't come back from this.

Others:

There was a line called “North Region Intro” and it was supposed to be from a video (“Cult TV”):

The Collapse is upon us. We are all soldiers now. You will be trained. The weak will be culled, and the strong will be Chosen. This is the will of The Father.

Another version of this line (or just a copy of it because the two files have the exact same duration) still exists in the files and is described as a radio call.

Here is another “Cult TV” message called “Whitetails”. The bolded file doesn’t exist anymore:

The weak always see themselves as heroes. No matter their cause, they think of themselves as 'warriors'. But they're not warriors. They're children.

These "Whitetail Militia" are not soldiers, they're frauds. Their leader Eli is not a hero, he is a coward. They are not strong. They are weak.

And they are being hunted...

As you can see, it’s also a copy of a radio call from the game.

And this is not a deleted sound file but, in Oasisstrings, I found a “loading screen quote” that I don’t think is in the game (at least, he never actually says it):

You are in crisis. Don't fight it. Give in to that.

FAITH

There are two ways to enter the Bliss. Either Faith captures the Deputy or they can come to her willingly. The first option is called “Hard Capture” in the files. In this case, there are 4 lines listed but the first one is gone and its transcription isn’t available. It was only 3 seconds long and it’s possible it was just Faith laughing or breathing. The second option is called “Soft Cap Questgiver”. There originally were 6 lines in this case but only 2 still exist. Here are two of the deleted lines:

Come on...

Come on...[soft exhale]

The other two (2 and 4 seconds) aren’t transcribed but, again, they may simply be Faith laughing or breathing.

At the beginning of the mission “The Bliss”, Faith used to have 3 lines. Only the first one still exists (“You've been invited into our home... into our heart. Trust in the Path and you'll find the answers you seek”). Here are the deleted others:

You were born pure. Follow the Path and find that purity again.

You came searching for answers. Let the Path reveal the truth.

In this mission, she also had 3 lines called “Flower Reminder”:

Let the flowers reveal the Path to Eden.

Trust the flowers. They will show you the way.

Each flower represents the Father's love. Let that love guide you.

And three lines called “Approaching Gate”:

Don't let fear cloud your heart. Love awaits you through the gates.

Only the chosen have the strength to cross the threshold.

Beyond the gates lies the truth you've been seeking. The truth we've all been seeking.

And, at the end of the mission, after Joseph’s speech, she had another line:

Join us. And we will show you the Path to a New Eden.

In the mission “The Lesson”, presumably after the cutscene involving Burke and Virgil, Faith had a “Brief” for the Deputy:

Joseph knew this would happen. He said, 'They will reject your love and stray from the path and you will have to show them...' I understand they're your friends and you care about them. But do they feel the same about you? Are you a friend, or a tool? They care only about themselves. They turn you against me. So they must be dealt with. Your friends must bleed so that you can see their true worth.

Then my love can reach you.

And there were also 3 files called “Faith Thru Speakers” (maybe heard in the jail) but these 26 seconds of content are completely gone.

At the beginning of the mission “Paradise Lost” (final fight against Faith), she says, “Now you see what we can do. Come to me and I'll show you a world you never dreamed possible”, but this was supposed to be the first of 4 lines. Here are the 3 cut ones:

I didn't want to hurt anyone. You've left me no choice. Let's end this acrimony. It's so unpleasant.

Your friends have led you astray. You drank their kool-aid. Come see what you've denied yourself.

I'm here. Waiting for you. Come to me and feel the light of Eden.

She also had an “Intro Dialog”:

All I ever wanted was for you to see him as I do... The Father loves us. He's trying to save us. He confided in you... he trusted you... and you betrayed him...

During the fight, she had a few more lines. Only one is still transcribed:

You cannot touch me.

The others are called “Flower Dialog”. There used to be 18 of them but only 8 still exist. The 10 deleted ones aren’t transcribed and lasted 1 to 3 seconds. There also used to be 10 very short files (less than one second each) called “Faith Injured”.

Two more lines opened Faith’s final speech. Sadly, these 15 seconds of deleted dialog are not transcribed.

Answering machine messages:

In the game, Faith has 4 answering machine messages, but she used to have 11 in total. Here are the deleted ones (they are creepy but very interesting):

Death doesn't frighten me. I'm free of my tethers now. Unbound by the judgment of others. Even as Faith, I was under the consuming eyes of the world. Child, whore, Madonna... I am so much more than all of that now. You could never grasp it. And you'll die before you get the chance.

Gotcha!

You are many little holes, all permeable, infectable, with wriggling insects, long strings of dirt and oil burrowed into your skin.

Slice open the backs of your arms. You'll get ingrown feathers back there if you don't. I want you to be ready when you walk the Path, when you ascend, when it comes.

Lysergic acid diethylamide, psilocybin, mescaline, dextromethorphan, phencyclidine, and sugar to taste.

It's the nourishment that counts. The taste of care. The fruit of God's earth. Cut out the eyes, pull off the ears, peel the head into layers, eat your fill. Bury the rest in the dirt for posterity.

He loves you. He's always loved you. Just breaks your heart, doesn't it.

Others:

Faith was supposed to call the Deputy twice in the (reportedly haunted) King’s Hot Springs Hotel. One of the phone calls still exists in the files and the other was deleted. It was approximately 10 seconds long and its transcription isn’t available.

There are 4 deleted files called “Faith Sings”. I don’t know what the context was or what she was supposed to sing but the files were approximately 151, 150, 197, and 175 seconds long.

Now, here is “Hallucination Faith Whispers”:

His grace follows you... His love protects you...

Walk the path and trust in the Father.

We're waiting for you...

I believe in you... But you must believe in yourself.

Release yourself from your burdens... Stay in the Bliss... Find happiness...

And here is “Hallucination Faith Speaks”:

The grace of the Father follows you.

Walk the path and trust in the Father.

You've spent your whole life on this journey.

When you love yourself, the world loves you.

The Father teaches you to love yourself.

There’s also a series of files called “Encounter Faith Laughing” but only 2 of the 13 listed files still exist.

[ambiguouspuzuma]

Waxing lyrical

They found their hostess in her cups, a foul mood, and a cushioned seat facing the hearth. She was staring deep into the flames that crackled in the grate, as if transfixed by their unearthly dance, a sight that echoed in the other fires throughout the room; there was nary a wall without one, braziers and torches lining its many sides, projecting the illusion of a chamber half alight.

More chairs were arrayed in a rough arc around the one she'd chosen for her evening throne. It seemed more comfortable than that she sat during the day, upholstered not to raise her up but bring her gently down, and they chose the seats to either side. On gladder days, this would be the room to which she retired after a grand feast in the banqueting hall, to better entertain selected guests, but the sour look on her face confirmed there would be little entertainment here tonight.

"The fire suits you, my lady," the first knight dared. For all that they were calculated flattery, he found his words to be the truth. The lines of her long years had vanished in the dancing of the flames, her faded skin enlivened by their lustrous golden glow.

"As it does you," she replied, most unexpectedly. "All men appear more comely by candlelight. It softens their rough edges, and warms the chill within their eyes."

"You are too kind."

"Perhaps." She studied them again, as if for the first time. Both men found themselves adjusting their posture, sitting tall with chests pushed out and heads held high, not wanting to be found lacking. It seemed they met with her approval, for she continued. "Have you ever watched a city burn?"

That deflated them slightly, and they shook their heads. The knights had come here looking to curry favour, each keenly ambitious and aware of the vacancy in her household retinue. She had given them hope, in extending them this invitation to rest here as her guests, but then dashed it with her surly, taciturn welcome. Now she'd chosen this for a topic of conversion. They had to assume that it was all some sort of test.

"It's a curious thing," she said. "The people melt, run together, long before the flames reach out to lick their flesh. They lose their individuality, you see: aggregating into one combined flow of humanity, a molten substance that has no regard for its constituent parts."

"You speak as one who has witnessed such a tragedy."

"I have but twice." The lady nodded gravely, and listed both occasions with her head still bowed, as still in the shadow of their mourning. "I arrived in Vantalin on the eve of the Great Fire. We were due to dine at the castle that night, but we found it a smouldering ruin, its flagstones fused together, its walls reduced to ash. But first, of course, there was the time the dragons came to Arunsmount."

Now it was the turn of both the knights to nod. All knew that story, but there were precious few who had survived to tell their own account first-hand. They had not known their hostess to be amongst their number. It might not aid their cause here, but they couldn't help but be curious as to what she'd seen. How it had felt, to feel the living fire rend the skies over her head.

"My lady, if it is not too bold to ask..."

"You want to know what it was like?" She sighed, clearly tired of sharing this particular tale. "Dragons are a natural disaster brought to life, a swarm of locusts in a single form, and worse than both of those combined. The only mercy is their rarity. Most of us will only know of one such encounter in our lifetimes. For those on the walls at Arunsmount, that was swiftly guaranteed."

She stood; the knights moved to rise with her, as chivalry required, but she waved for them to remain as they were. "You are young," she told them, a wry smile upon her fire-dried lips. "You may sit for hours without the fear of never getting up again, but my arms and legs require constant reminder of their roles."

She began pacing as she spoke, pretending to take in a tour of her own room, inspecting the ironwork on a brazier, the burnished metal of a sconce, taking her time to study the lock on the door. For their part, the knights had to keep turning back and forth, wondering how long before their necks would start to ache. This wasn't something that they'd trained for in the tiltyards.

"On a cold night, you may not want to bathe yourself in the burning city's warmth, its light, but you step closer nonetheless, your body drinking in the energy of fire fuelled by flesh... and then you have to live with that, for the rest of your life. The knowledge you gleaned some comfort from their suffering."

They had nothing to say to that, and their hostess didn't expect a response. She continued to pace, as if monologuing to the walls, their presence less important than the flames that flickered with her breath. The floor was thick with bearskins, rich Langari carpets, and her footsteps were silenced beneath the crackle of the hearth. All that they could hear was her soliloquy, and the appreciative answer of the flames.

"It remains with you, that sensation, even as the other details of the day begin to fade. The world feels colder, afterwards... and you can never find a way back to the way it was before. You can never feel again the way you did that day, to have bathed in the heat of oblivion. Nothing else holds a candle to it. Not even in a room like this, no matter how close I sit to the hearth."

The knights weren't so sure about that. With the warmth from all directions, and the insulation of the rugs that lined the floor, they felt ready to roast in all their finery. There were no windows in this room, they realised. All light was provided by the fires, and a sense of depth came only from the tapestries hung above them, as if no square foot of stone could go uncovered. It absorbed the heat, and so did they.

"It's like the first time being held. Like an abandoned child, clothed, swaddled for the first time. You desire more of it. Like the warmth of its tamed cousin, the touch of wildfire is addictive. You develop a taste, as one might say of venison or other pleasures of the flesh. I went to Vantalin intentionally, you see. I had heard tell of the fire, witnessed the smoke on the horizon, and required my horse readied at once."

"Might we open the door?" one knight asked, nervous to interrupt her in the middle of her tale. "We did not come dressed for such heat. I appreciate your affinity for the flames, but if we could only have a draught, they may become more bearable."

"Do you remember the first time that you spilled blood?" she answered with a question; not turning around, nor acknowledging their words. "Was it warm, as it soaked into your skin? Knights say that men are water, underneath, frail wineskins that leak their rich claret when ruptured with a blade. But I say we are wax instead. Flesh, skin, bone, all a candle shaped into a man. It all melts, in the end."

She continued her circuit as she waxed lyrical, but then at last turned and headed back towards her seat. The second knight began to speak, an echo of his rival's question, but again she raised a hand to cut him off. There was something in it, this time: the heavy key they'd thought had been left in the door, but which she must have removed during one of her circuits. The knight reached out, thinking she might offer it so he could grant them some reprieve, the door too heavy for her to move alone. Instead, she cast it deep into the flames.

"But words can only do so much," she said. "Let me show you."

[oikawaplssteponme]

Incomparable Beauty

pairing: Izuku Midoriya x fem! reader

ratings/warnings: sfw, mention of insecurities

genre/AU: fluff, light academia (?) [i highly recommend imagining Izuku in light academia fashion, including some glasses ;) ], aged up characters [third-years]

word count: ~3.4K

synopsis: The young and talented photographer, Izuku Midoriya, is searching for a muse for his next entry in an art gallery. Of course, there seems to be one person who inspires him most of all.

a/n: hi hi <3 shoutout to my lovely 🍥 and ☕️ anons for requesting/helping me figure out this izuku fluff! i am really proud of this so i hope you all like it <3 reblogs are super helpful and id love to hear your thoughts on it. enjoy xx

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Izuku Midoriya looked up at the golden-pink sky. He stared into the abyss, hoping to think of something worth capturing. He adjusted the thin glasses that rested upon his face. He sighed and sat up, grabbing his notebook. Inside were hundreds of scribbles, sketches, and ideas that never seemed good enough. He looked to his right, where his camera laid. He wished that it could just take the pictures itself and create something jaw dropping. Still, a camera is nothing without a photographer. Furthermore, a photographer is nothing without a muse.

Izuku gathered his things as he headed back inside, making his way to his dorm. He was frustrated. He only had one week left to submit something into the Tokyo Gallery for Promising Artists, and even then it wasn't a guarantee that he would be selected. Maybe he should send an old piece he thought. He did have a few that he was proud of, but unfortunately, none of them fit the required theme of the gallery.

Izuke had his hands full as he attempted to open his dorm room door. You were making your way up the stairs when you spotted him. Izuku dropped his notebook, loose pages now scattered across the floor. You rushed over.

“Great…” he sighed. You quietly began to pick up the sheets of papers. Izuku froze.

“Midoriya, here,” you smiled, handing him his notebook. His cheeks flushed a rosy pink. He took his notebook back with shaky hands.

“Thank you Y/N.”

“Is all that for the gallery? I heard that you were entering,” you smiled. Izuku chuckled.

“It is but by the looks of it, I won’t be submitting anything. I still haven't come up with anything good enough,” he explained.

“Well don’t be too hard on yourself. I’m sure inspiration will strike you soon enough,” you reassured him, “you’re a brilliant photographer after all.”

Izuku's face was now a bright red. He laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his head.

“T-Thank you again. Well-uh- goodnight Y/N.”

“Goodnight Izuku.”

You walked away to your dorm as Izuku entered his own. He set all his things down and began to fan his burning face. He has known you for about three years now, yet he still can’t find the courage to get closer to you. You flustered him to no end, without even trying. Your voice, your smile, your laugh, your heart; Midoriya simply couldn’t get enough. You were so beautiful in all ways possible.

Midoriya looked at the printed flair pinned to his wall.

Those interested in applying to the Tokyo Art Gallery must follow the theme below in order to be considered.

The prompt read as follows:

‘Capture beauty in its purest form.’

Beauty, thought Izuku. Almost everything is beautiful. The way the sun rises and falls each day is beautiful. How Inko called Izuku every night at exactly 7:30 was beautiful. The friendships that Izuku cherished were beautiful. Then, there was you. Izuku’s mind couldn’t help but wonder to the thought of you in relation to beauty. Now you were truly beautiful.

Izuku soon had an idea.

~

The following day you found yourself sitting on one of the garden benches. Your classes were finished and you decided that some fresh air might do you some good. You basked in the warm sunlight, as if you were a precious flower that needed it to survive.

Izuku figured that you would be in the academy garden, so he made his way over there. His camera hung around his neck as he held tightly onto his notebook. With a shaky hand, Izuku tapped your shoulder.

“H-Hi Y/N,” he smiled nervously. You greeted him happily, gesturing for him to join you on the bench.

“Hi! Something wrong?” you questioned. Izuku looked like he was sick.

“Oh no, nothing’s wrong. I just-uh- wanted to ask you something…”

“Alright, what is it?”

Izuku set down his notebook next to his side. He held his hands together staring at them.

“Could I take your picture for the Tokyo Gallery?”

Your eyes widened at his request. The best and most handsome photographer in all of UA Academy of the Arts wanted to take your picture.

“You want to take a picture of me? I-I’m no model Izuku…”

“You’ll do great! I have this idea in my mind and it has to be with you.”

Now you were the nervous one. You weren’t one who particularly liked getting their picture taken.

“What if I mess it up? I’d hate to be the reason you don’t get accepted…”

“If those critics reject me, they’re just dumb. I promise it would have nothing to do with you. Please Y/N?” Izuku carefully took your hand with his and stared deep into your eyes. Gosh, how could you say no to him when he looked at you like that.

“Okay, I’ll do it,” you smiled. Izuku squeezed your hand and jumped up from where he sat.

“Thank you Y/N! I promise it will be perfect. Mind if we shoot tomorrow?”

“That sounds good to me.” Izuku smiled so brightly he outshined the sun. He grabbed his things once more.

“Meet me here at noon tomorrow. Try to wear a neutral colored shirt, okay?” he said. You nodded.

“Okay.”

Izuku ran off, leaving you alone in the garden. You soon felt a large pit in the bottom of your stomach.

You stood before the full length mirror of your dorm. You stepped closer to it, examining every detail of you being. A photoshoot? Not only that, but a photoshoot of just you. No way to hide behind anyone or fade into the background. It would be a picture of you. The pit in your stomach only grew. You stared into the mirror, almost hoping the reflection would change into someone else. Someone who would appear beautiful in an enlarged image. Certainly Izuku could’ve asked any other girl to be his model, but insisted that it had to be you. You didn’t understand why. You didn’t view yourself as beautiful in any form. So how could he?

~

It was close to noon and you should be heading to the garden to meet Izuku. You put on a neutral colored tank top as Izuku requested and finished applying some natural makeup. Your hands shook as you held the brushes. Hopefully your nerves would cease by the time you got to the garden.

Izuku had been setting up since early in the morning. He created a handmade crown of white baby’s breath for you to wear and arranged his backdrop. He set up his lighting and sun reflectors exactly where he wanted. You had been standing by one of the bushes for a few minutes, afraid to interrupt him. He was so in his element. The sleeves to his button down rolled up to his elbows. His dark sunglasses covering his eyes. His beige colored paints stained green at the hem from working in the grass, same with his off-white sneakers. You honestly thought he looked beautiful.

“Hi Izuku,” you said. Izuku jumped then turned to look at you.

“Oh Y/N you’re here, perfect! Y-You look great,” he smiled. Your face grew warm.

“Oh thank you. So, what’s the plan?” Izuku moved his sunglasses to his forehead, pushing back his fluffy green hair.

“So, your job is fairly simple. I’m gonna have you sit on this stool and hold onto this bouquet of flowers. Since it's just me out here I’ll be messing around with the equipment until I find the right lighting and all that. All you need to do is keep the pose I tell you to, okay?” he explained. You nodded.

“What is the theme for this year’s gallery?” you asked. Midoriya flinched.

“Oh it’s um...nature…” he muttered. Nature? Why doesn’t he just take a picture of a tree and call it good? What does he need you for, you wondered.

Izuku set down the stool in front of the garden wall and you sat down. He grabbed the bouquet and handed it to you. He then placed the crown uptop of your head. He carefully arranged it to rest effortlessly on you. His nimble fingers were delicate as they touched your head, then moved to your cheek without him thinking. Izuku’s index finger now rested under your chin as you looked up at him. With a burning face and widened eyes, you wished to never look away. Out of flustering embarrassment, Izuku took his hand back.

“Yeah um so for the pose I’d like you to be looking slightly to the side with your chin tilted up just as I had it. Then with the flowers have them close to your cheek. I’ll probably tell you to switch out poses here and there but that's a good place to start. Okay?”

“Okay.”

Izuku walked back and grabbed his camera. Your heart was pounding out of your chest. You tried to keep yourself calm with a few deep breaths.

“Ready?” asked Izuku. You nodded.

“Ready.”

The first click of the camera and flashing lights was the most startling. You soon got used to it, following whatever instructions Izuku gave you. You moved your head and hand placement, soon feeling more comfortable with everything.

“Yes that's perfect...keep doing that…” Izuku blurted out whatever thoughts came to his mind as he captured you on film. His encouragement was honestly what made your heart race.

“Now lower the bouquet so I can see your pretty face…yeah just like that Y/N…”

Midoriya didn’t even realize what he had said until the words left his mouth, but he didn’t care. He meant it.

“Okay now open your eyes and look slightly towards me, parting your lips a bit…”

Izuku snapped the picture then froze. He looked down at the small digital image.

“So beautiful…”

“Hmm?” You questioned. Izuku snapped out of the trance that he was in. He chuckled nervously.

“OH-the pictures look really good that's all. I think we are good,” he said. You let out a sigh.

“Oh good. That was honestly pretty exhausting.”

“I really appreciate you letting me use you for the gallery. I already know the final product is gonna turn out amazing,” he cheered. You smiled.

“It’ll be amazing because you are amazing,” you said. Izuku blushed.

“So are you.”

You took off the crown and returned the flowers to Midoriya. You helped him put away his equipment before the two of you headed back inside.

“Um Y/N, did you maybe want to grab something to eat?” he asked. You smiled.

“I’d love to, just let me change first,” you chuckled.

“Oh yeah of course.”

You dropped off the equipment at Izuku’s dorm before heading to your own. You slipped on a green sweater and some sweatpants before finding him again.

You and Izuku went to the dinning hall, each of you picking up a bowl of ramen. You decided to eat outside on the balcony.

“How do you think the pictures turned out?” you asked.

“Honestly, really good. You did amazing,” he smiled. You looked down at your food.

“I was honestly super nervous for them. Couldn’t you tell?”

“Not at all! You were a natural out there! I really think this will be some of my best work yet,” said Izuku.

“I’d love to go to the gallery with you,” you whispered. Izuku’s eyes widened.

“I was planning on taking you regardless,” he replied, “thank you by the way.”

You tilted your head.

“For what?”

“For always believing in me. I probably wouldn’t be a photographer if it weren’t for you.”

In Izuku’s first year, he was at the bottom of his class. He knew he wanted to do photography, but couldn’t seem to get the hang of it. He was so frustrated one day that he even said that he would be dropping out and quitting forever. You convinced him not to, to keep trying. You saw his talent when no one else could. Even when he couldn’t. From that day forward, Izuku worked to become the best young photographer in all of the Shizuoka Prefecture.

“Well I knew that you could do it, and I was right,” you teased.

“You’re great Y/N, seriously,” he said. You looked at Izuku, your face growing hot.

“I don’t know about that…”

“What? Come on, you’re smart, you’re kind, you’re talented, and you always seem to know what to say. You’re incomparable.”

“To what?”

“To anything. You’re incomparable to anything because you’re you.”

Midoriya had to stop himself from saying anymore, for fear of spilling his whole heart before you. He meant it however. Nobody compares to you.

You swirled your noodles around in their bowl. The pounding in your chest came back. You locked eyes with Izuku.

“You’re incomparable too.”

~

Izuku spent every waking moment arranging his piece for submission to the gallery. He was always found in the art room, either photoshopping or preparing the flowers to be pressed. Once the image of you was edited to his liking, he developed a large scale version of the picture. He enjoyed putting the pieces together. From hand pressing the flowers to finding the perfect frame to keep it all in, he has created a masterpiece. All thanks to his muse.

You roamed the empty halls of the school in search of Izuku. You hadn’t seen him all day, assuming he would be in the art room. It was late, he honestly should be asleep. You stood in front of the art room door and carefully opened it up.

Izuku was fast asleep on one of the desks. The large photograph was wrapped and ready to be sent to Tokyo. You quietly walked over to him, tapping his shoulder.

“Izuku? It's late, you should go to your dorm,” you whispered. Izuku groaned. He opened his eyes and stretched his arms out.

“What time is it?” he yawned. You chuckled.

“Close to eleven. You should get some actual rest. You have to go to Tokyo pretty early tomorrow.”

“R-Right...the gallery…”

You could hear the exhaustion behind his voice. You grabbed his hand, helping him up.

“Come on, let's go.” You held Izuku’s hand as he lazily walked to the dorms. You led him to his room.

“Goodnight Y/N…”

“Goodnight Izuku,” you smiled. Izuku scratched his messy hair, giving you a weak smile. Without thinking, you leaned in placing a quick kiss on his cheek, before rushing to your own dorm.

~

Izuku stared at the letter on his desk. He had received it hours ago yet was too nervous to check. It was addressed to him by the Tokyo Art Gallery.

He took a deep breath and grabbed the letter opener from his desk, carefully gliding it across the envelope. He took out the folder paper and opened it up. Izuku ran to your room.

You jumped from your bed when you heard the pounding on your door.

“Izuku? Everything okay?”

He didn’t say anything, simply handing you the letter.

“Is this…?”

“Read it.”

You caught your breath, peaking at the paper.

‘Dear Mr. Midoriya,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into the Tokyo Art Gallery for Promising Artists! Your piece titled…’

You didn’t finish reading the letter. Instead, you jumped into Izuku’s arms.

“I knew you’d make it! I’m so proud of you!” you cheered. Izuku hugged you tightly, laughing with joy.

“It’s all thanks to you, I couldn’t do it without you,” he whispered. You looked at Izuku, your hands on his shoulder as he held onto your waist. His face blushed red.

“Oh sorry-” he mumbled, removing his grip from you. Your face burned.

“I-It’s okay...congratulations Izuku. You did it,” you smiled. Izuku took your hand, giving it a squeeze.

“We did it.”

It was the day of the gallery showing. You were beyond excited to see all the beautiful artwork, specifically Izuku’s. You still hadn’t seen the final product.

You were dressed and ready, waiting for Izuku.

“Sorry I’m late-”

Izuku came rushing down the stairs to meet you. He looked devilishly handsome in his light grey suit and black turtleneck underneath. He prompted for some beat up black sneakers today.

“That's alright… you look nice,” you smiled. Izuku blushed.

“Says you..you look...wow…” He could barely form a sentence you were so breathtaking.

“Oh stop…”

“Shall we?” Izuku held out his arm for you to take. You did happily.

“We shall.”

The two of you rode the train to Tokyo, arriving at the gallery just before it was open to the public.

“Mr. Midoriya,” said one of the gallery workers, “your art is on the third floor.”

“Thank you.” You and Izuku made your way up the stairs, searching the room for the photo.

“Oh here it is,” smiled Izuku. The large photo was covered up and had velvet rope to stop anyone from getting too close.

“Wow, they must’ve liked yours!” you exclaimed. Izuku blushed.

“Well I didn’t tell you but it actually got nominated for best portrait of the gallery…”

“WHAT? Izuku, that's amazing!” you gushed.

“Yeah so some judges will take a look at it later on and hopefully we win…”

“Doesn’t matter if we win or not. I know it's the best one here,” you smiled.

You soon heard footsteps make their way up to the third floor.

“Showtime,” whispered Izuku. You took a step back from the portrait and watched as Izuku removed the curtain that covered it. The room filled with awes.

Izuku decided to go with the last picture that he took, the one where you seemed to have taken his breath away. You were entirely in black and white, only color coming from the flowers atop of your head and in your hand. Also, the pressed flowers that surrounded you. Izuku covered up the garden wall with pressed roses, daisies, lilies, and sunflowers. You looked like an angel.

You took a few steps towards the picture, reading its title.

‘Incomparable Beauty’ - Izuku Midoriya

You couldn’t seem to find the words, none of them seemed to be right. You backed away from the portrait before bumping into someone.

“Oh I’m sorry-” you said. They smiled.

“Don’t worry about it. Wait...you’re the model in that photo,” they replied. You gulped.

“Um yeah I am…”

“Well tell your photographer that they did an excellent job, really captured the gallery theme.”

“The nature theme?” you questioned. They tilted their head.

“No, the theme was ‘Beauty in its Purest Form’. Really great work.”

Your eyes widened.

“Uh-excuse me-”

You began to shuffle through the crowd of people. Izuku noticed you make your way towards the exit.

“Y/N? Y/N!”

Izuku followed you down the stairs. You rushed outside, breathing in the fresh air. Izuku grabbed onto your arm.

“Y/N what's wrong?” pleaded Izuku, “did you not like it?”

You shook your head. Tears began to gather in the corners of your eyes.

“No Izuku, I loved it. I really loved it,” you sniffled. Midoriya felt a wave of relief wash over him.

“Why did you run?”

“Because...I didn’t recognize myself...I looked-”

“Beautiful. You look beautiful,” he interrupted.

“Y-You think I’m beautiful?” you cried. Izuku wiped away your stray tears.

“Y/N, I think you are the most beautiful girl in the world, inside and out. Y-You’re my muse.”

Izuku cupped your face as you tried to hold back anymore tears.

“You made me look beautiful…”

“No Y/N, you are beautiful. I simply clicked the camera.”

Izuku pulled you into a tight hug, holding the back of your head gently. There was something about the way Izuku made you feel. As if you were the only girl in the world.

“I love you,” you whispered. Izuku’s eyes grew. He moved to face you, a smile creeping onto his face.

“I love you.”

Izuku placed his hand onto your cheek, feeling your soft skin. He began to inch closer to you. You couldn’t wait anymore, the anticipation killing you. You collided your lips with his, wrapping your arms around him. He had one hand on the small of your back as the other held the back of your head. Izuku took mental pictures of this moment, wishing to relive it over and over again. The warmth between the two of you in contrast to the cold air that surrounded you. It was a tornado of emotions.

You looked at Izuku, both of your faces burning and you attempted to catch your breath. You pressed your foreheads together, chuckling softly. Izuku kissed your forehead.

“You really are incomparable.”

•

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To follow up on an earlier post

Link to AOS:

❤️Absolutely Smitten❤️

- TOS Spirk edition

A/n:

It gets pretty angsty so hold on.

Also know in this Fic, Bones doesn’t know the details about Tarsus IV that info is extremely classified and really, only select people know about it. So it’s really been swept under the carpet in this particular fic.

--

Spock heads down the hallway and to Jim’s quarters. Buzzing in as he always does.

....

No response.

So he tried again.

...

No response.

Now things were getting a little concerning. So when he buzzed for a third time and got no response he types in the override code for Jim’s quarters. Absolutely worried sick, and he realized standing there that...

Spock can’t feel their bond.

That prospect alone sends his heart racing even faster than his normal resting heart rate. Yet he swallows his panic as the doors open with their familiar squeak and he’s engulfed into a warm dark room. The doors squeak again as they closed behind him.

“Jim? My Jim, where are you? Are you alright?”

The worry while he can control it physically, slips into his tone. Eyes already adjusting for the darkness of the room, a small tribute to his Vulcan biology. His eyes adjust much quicker than a humans does.

“Go away Spock.”

Came the sharpest reply the Vulcan’s almost positive he’s ever heard. While the words themselves were not super harmful, the tone punctured.

On the bed was a small heep of blankets, he can only assume that huddled in all of those blankets was his Husband. He allows himself to frown and his brows to furrow. Jim never wanted him to leave whenever he was upset, always wanting him to hold close and not let go. So something, although going through his eidetic memory he doesn’t see anything.

“Jim, My-“

“I said Go. Away. Commander. Consider it an order from your Captain.” 

Something was really wrong then. Yet he would not leave Jim’s side. Whatever it was, he had made a vow until death did they part. He wasn’t leaving.

“Then you will need to fill out the insubordination paperwork shortly.”

He sees the blankets move, and he can only assume he is being looked at.

“I am not leaving K’diwa. I am your bond mate, and I am worried about you. You did not answer your door, I cannot feel our bond, and your tone is enough evidence that there is something bothering you. I vowed to care for you and I intend to get to the bottom of it, so if that means facing insubordination charges then I will.”

More ruffling of sheets and blankets, and now he can see his bond mate. The dark brown hair, and make out his eyes in the darkness. Hand reached out towards him, and the pain is so sharp at the horrible broken voice his beloved uses. Their bond floods open and he can feel all of the jagged edges of self hatred attacking Jim’s mind.

“S-Sp-ock-”

His feet move on their own and in moments flat Spock had Jim in his lap still wrapped in a couple of blankets but held firmly. He sobs begging apologies from his lips and promises to never leave him. Every broken sound that leaves him makes the Vulcan’s heart ache, and wanting to tear apart whoever caused these precious tears to spill.

He assures Jim that he did no wrong, that he did not feel any hurt emotions at his words. That there was nothing there other than his overwhelming concern for the person he values the most. That he will always be there. Always.

He sends all of the pure intense love he feel for the brunette in his lap and reassurance through their bond to Jim. Using their physical proximity as an easy way to tap into his beloved’s head in gentle attempts to soothe the hurt he can feel. Whatever caused this got him good, where it hurt.

Eventually he calmed and Spock whispers gently resting his forehead against his human’s,

“K’diwa, My James, will you tell me now what is wrong?”

... There’s hesitation showing in those hazel eyes staring up at him,

“I promise you, no matter what you say, I will listen to every word.”

...

“Is there a problem with how I eat, Spock?”

What? That was such an odd question. Yet with those hazel eyes hanging onto his every moment for his reply he placed a gentle kiss to his forehead and answered,

“I have never seen it vary from normal that would produce the need for comment or medical intervention.”

...

“Do I hoard food, Spock?”

Spock instead of answering taps into their bond and catches just the thought of one event.

Tarsus IV

“Ha’su, does this have to do with Tarsus IV?”

He asks and Jim looks away ashamed- he knows he’s ashamed because he can’t hide it this close to Spock. Yet using one hand he guides his beautiful hazel gaze back to his own.

“My K’diwa, Tarsus IV is an indescribable horror you had to face at such a young age. I know you have tried your best to heal some of those wounds. I know this trauma will haunt you for the rest of your life, and it will always affect how you eat. A famine and genocide. Yes, I do notice you have a few non-perishable items around your quarters. However, I simply attributed them to the fact Humans need to eat more frequently.”

He runs a hand through those brown locks he loves so, so very much. He watches as those lips, a little swollen from his cries open,

“When food became such a struggle and for so long...I-I just—”

“Shh. You need not explain yourself to me. Your trauma and struggle with food is not invalid. It will never ever. Ever. Be invalid.”

This brings back a smaller wave of tears as his husbands arms wrapped around his neck rather then around his middle as they were originally.

“Did someone bring this up?”

“Yes.”

“Who?”

“Bones. Though he didn’t bring Tarsus itself up, he just made a comment on my eating habits and it well...Lead to an argument. He doesn’t know the full story though. I just haven’t told him yet because I haven’t been ready to. He only knows what my records say. Which isn’t much because the federation wanted to keep it hush hush.”

Spock nodded. So he would have to make a trip to Medbay and have an informative discussion with Dr. McCoy.

“Please don’t be mad at Him. He doesn’t know,”

“I am not mad because he did not know. However, I will be having a conversation with him if you are amenable to that to inform him of it so you will not have to.”

He feels a gentle nod at his words. Agreeing with him

‘I love you, and thank you for not leaving me alone and being willing to talk to Bones for me.’

‘I love you too, my Jim. I am absolutely smitten for thee, and I wish you to never forget that. Sleep now,’

‘I won’t, I promise I will never forget...’

Sleep the brunette does. It’s almost mere moments and he feels their bond gently going dormant. It’s still several moments before he gently rests his husband down and goes to speak with McCoy.

—

(Bonus scenes because I feel like it)

—

“Oh my god,”

Leonard’s hand his over his mouth. He was sitting at his desk as Spock had advised him to do so. Shock and guilt coated over himself.

“I didn’t know, I swear-”

“He informed me of such. I am not mad Dr. McCoy. I simply wished for you to understand.”

“I need to go apologize-”

“He is resting, however I am willing to let you know when he wakes.”

“Yes. Right. Thank you, Spock. I promise, I never would of said anything if I’d known. The only thing in his files says is he’s a Tarsus IV survivor. Nothing more. I never even knew what it was until now.”

“I understand Dr. McCoy.”

And he does.

“I will leave you to process this, and to go attend to Jim when he wakes.”

Leonard nodded as Spock exited.

-

Spock was holding Jim as he yawns and those Hazel eyes open. He doesn’t say anything but he can feel the gentle buzz in his head from seeing that his husband was still here just as he promised he would be.

“Commander Spock to Medbay,”

..

“Medbay here, What is it?”

“The Captain is awake if you wish to see him,”

“Alright. Be up in 15 minutes.”

“Noted. Spock out,”

The transmission was cut.

His partner seemed confused, so Spock relayed the message.

“He wishes to apologize directly, and I said I would inform him of your awakening.”

A simple nod comes from Jim.

...

It was actually less than 15 minutes when Bones shows up. Normally Leonard would say something to get them apart, but given what happened he isn’t going to say a thing about Spock holding Jim.

“Jim?”

The brunette’s head turns to look at his best friend.

“Hey, I wanted to apologize for what I said.”

He sits down on the edge of the bed. Spock watches as those hazel eyes follow him.

“Jim, god. I never, I never would have said any- any of that if I had known. I promise you. I had no idea what sort of demon you deal with every time you go to eat in your head.”

“It’s alright-”

“It’s not though Jim. I shouldn’t have said those things in-”

“Leonard.”

The doctors name makes him fall quiet.

“Leonard, You didn’t know. I hadn’t told you...Yet now that you know, could we schedule an appointment to maybe..do something about it?”

“Maybe try some anti-anxiety medications?”

Jim nodded.

“You got it kiddo. Whenever you’re ready you just let me know alright?”

“Alright.”

Bones gives a nod to Spock who had been silent for this whole time. He knows that means to gently and lovingly encourage him to do so in the near future. He leaves but not before Jim surprised them both by pulling the doctor into a hug. They held on for just a few moments and even Spock could tell the world was alright once more. The doctor then left, and Spock went back to holding his partner. Humming as he gently guided him back to sleep, and shortly drifted off after.

[delicioussshame]

I remembered this fic only a few days ago. Sorry. Have the second part.

At least he wrote to Luo Binghe before his little stunt.

He hangs onto this small bright spot like a lifeline as he stares at his phone, back in his apartment. Once his disciple has read the message Shen Yuan sent, he’ll understand that his shizun was just pretending to be a bitch. He’ll probably find it in his heart to forgive the humiliation, especially since Shen Yuan will be suffering from it way more than Tianlang-Jun’s fucking son ever will.

If his parents found out he befriended one of China’s richest moguls’ heir, they might ease up on the forced partying, but alas. He won’t tell them. That would ruin his whole schtick.

Never mind that! How the hell is Luo Binghe’s Tianlang-Jun’s son! That was very much not included in the backstory he was given by him! Single mother, poor upbringing, tiny village! Not uber-rich daddy just waiting for him to join him in the big city, woo just as rich women and inherit his endless conglomerate! Tianlang-Jun wasn’t even known to have children! Or a wife! Luo Binghe kept him in the dark! Or he outright lied to him!

Okay, so maybe Shen Yuan did not tell Luo Binghe he also was a scion of the rich and famous of Beijing. They had shared precious little about their personal lives. There had been too many novels to discuss. Luo Binghe must surely have been just as surprised as Shen Yuan himself.

Shen Yuan holds his phone, typing and deleting another message to Luo Binghe. He doesn’t know how to apologise for the frankly abysmal way he’d treated him.

Just as he’s deleting another string of characters, his phone beeps. Shizun remembers our date tomorrow, right?

…So Luo Binghe isn’t angry, right? He’s not, right? He wouldn’t call it a date if he only wanted to break Shen Yuan’s face with his mighty fists, would he?

(Okay, he’s not sure why Luo Binghe is calling it a date anyway, but whatever.)

I do.

Good! I can’t wait to see him!

…Maybe Binghe has an identical twin brother. That would explain everything.

It makes at least as much sense as Luo Binghe being a pure white lotus and a fan of online literature, while also being a rich playboy standing to inherit one of the country’s biggest conglomerates.

…He’ll find out soon enough. See you tomorrow then.

Just to be on the safe side, he’ll stop by a nice bakery before they meet.

_________________

It is possible it’s the fifth time Shen Yuan checks his watch.

It is also possible his nerves got the better of him and made him arrive forty-five minutes early. Sue him.

“Shizun!”

If their relationship is going to continue, he needs to put a stop to this appellation. It’s terrible for both their image.

Shen Yuan turns toward the call, and almost flinches away from the force of his disciple’s radiance. There’s no way this Binghe, cheeks flushed from having rushed over and wide smile on his face, is anything like the lady-killer Shen Yuan crossed the other day.

Identical twins. Shen Yuan is calling it.

“Shizun must forgive me for the other night! If I had known he would be there, I would have warned him!”

For fuck’s sake what the hell is happening. “Binghe doesn’t need to apologise! If anything, I was the one whose conduct was horrid. I should be the one apologising!” He shoves the pretty pastel paper bag in Binghe’s chest “Here, pastries! You like those, right? Take it as a gesture of good will and repentance. And everything we do today is on me.” Not that Luo Binghe needs his money. If anything, he’s probably richer than Shen Yuan’s whole family combined.

Binghe peeks into the bag and thanks him before setting it aside, obviously uninterested for now. “From what I gathered, I suspect we were using similar strategies, since what I’ve heard about you cannot possibly be true. There must be more to this.”

Shen Yuan can imagine what the people he has systematically alienated for years must have told him, and feel dread pooling in his stomach. “What did they say.”

Luo Binghe waves it away. “Nothing important. I don’t believe a word of it. I know Shizun better than they ever will, I’m sure of it.”

Well, okay. Shen Yuan will definitely take it. “How about you, then? Binghe was…” terrifyingly seductive, “another person yesterday.”

“My father’s idea. He said that if I were to integrate his world, it was his duty as a father to make sure I’m not eaten alive. I took acting lessons.”

Acting lessons! Seriously? “And have you considered making that your profession?” Because with that persona, Luo Binghe would become China’s number one heartthrob seconds following his first apparition on a small, or big, screen.

“I’m going to take it as a compliment, especially from you. Your performance was quite notable. It gave me chills.”

Yeah, chills born out of awkwardness. “I’m nothing compared to him. Just to be certain: Binghe pretends to be a smooth socialite to fit in, right?”

Luo Binghe nods.

“How do you stand it? I could never manage to pretend that I appreciate Xiao Gongzhu or Sha Hualing. I wouldn’t be surprised to hear that their diet is mainly composed of human flesh, with a preference for young men.”

“Surely Shizun is exaggerating? They were nothing but nice to me.”

“With your looks and your status, of course they were.”

“If that was what they were after, wouldn’t they get along with Shizun just fine? He’s also got both those things.”

Shen Yuan tries not to let his befuddlement appears on his face. “I have status, but not anywhere near as high as yours? That’s all that matters to those girls. If he tried to prepare you, your father must have warned you about people like them.” He’s not even going to abase himself by addressing the looks issue. They both have eyes. Only one of them looks like he could grace the cover of Vogue China, and it sure isn’t Shen Yuan.

“He did warn me of enterprising women in general, before going on a tangent about enterprising women who are too independent to agree to marriage and instead run away to give birth in lost villages without informing their partner, which I have gathered must be about my birth mother. It’s nothing I couldn’t have thought of myself. Anyway, Shizun shouldn’t worry. I have no plans to choose either of them as a partner.”

Shen Yuan lets out a relieved sigh. “Good. Binghe deserves better. He should look for someone he cares for to share his life with.” It’s not like he’ll need their money.

“That’s what I’m doing.”

Already? He didn’t even start class yet. “Good for you. I’m wishing you luck.”

“Thank you, but I will make my own luck.” With a lack of shame Shen Yuan can only envy, Luo Binghe grabs his hand and drags him toward the nearby street. “Let’s go! There is so much to see here! We can’t afford to waste time!”

Shen Yuan smiles, charmed by Luo Binghe’s childish enthusiasm. “Let’s.”

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Shen Yuan returns to his apartment with a peace of mind only one who has buried his terrible mistake down deep in the ground can attain. He explained to Luo Binghe why he acts as he acts, and Luo Binghe accepted it. Luo Binghe explained to him the same, and it made sense to Shen Yuan. They had spent the whole day wandering around the city, eating delicious food and visiting anything that attracted Luo Binghe’s varied interests.

Had Shen Yuan expected to spend an hour comparing cooking utensils? Why, no, he hadn’t. Was it boring? Miraculously, no. Was it worth it, considering he ended up getting invited over to dinner? If the pastries Luo Binghe had made him before were an indication of his general abilities in the kitchen, Shen Yuan would have easily spent three more hours in that shop, listening to Binghe rave about the selection he could have never gotten in his tiny village that was apparently so remote that even ordering online wasn’t always possible, for such an invite.

Reality, sadly, is eager to unbury the mistake he had just set aside.

It does so via an email bearing his mother’s address, reminding him that his presence to Qin Wanyue’s birthday party was very much expected.

Shen Yuan is going to have to prepare his most cutting insults and, fuck, have to double down on ruining Luo Binghe’s reputation, isn’t he? He can’t admit his error. It would leave him open to attacks. He can only act even worse, treating Luo Binghe as if the revelation of his true parentage did not improve his status in Shen Yuan’s eyes.

Fuuuuck. How is he going to manage being meaner than he previously was to such a gentle soul? If Binghe looked hurt for even a second, Shen Yuan’s years of masquerade would burn down in an instant as he exploded in apologies.

He needs a plan.

“Shizun?”

“Binghe! Sorry to bother you so soon after I left, but do you have a minute? It’s important.”

“Shizun could never be a bother. What is he calling about?”

“Are you invited to Qin Wanyue’s party?”

“Yes. So is Shizun? It’s good that we’ll see each other again so soon!”

“No it’s not! I can’t be nice to you! I’m sorry, but you’ll thank me later. I just wanted Binghe to know that I don’t mean anything I tell him. He can’t take it to heart, okay? That’s just something that needs to be done.

“About that, I had an idea. It’ll be fun!”

Shen Yuan blinks. How could anything related to polite society be fun? He’s convinced that if fun and formal parties ever happened in the same space, a singularity would form and swallow the place whole.

And nothing of value would be lost. “What is Binghe’s idea?”

“We’re both acting, aren’t we? How about we flesh out our characters…”

________________________

Face impassive but heart beating so fast it’s about to jump out of his chest, Shen Yuan steps into the perfectly arranged garden party.

Whispers instantly rise. Smothered but mocking laughter can be heard. Eyes rove over him, anticipating the explosion they feel coming.

Luckily for them, they’re about to get their money’s worth.  

Shen Yuan, as is his habitude, settles down somewhere unoccupied and pulls out his phone, trying to forget Binghe’s impending arrival within the pages of a terrible novel he usually loves to rage at. Very good source of inspiration for his current demeanor.

“Oh, it’s you. You dared to show your face here. I can’t believe your gall.”

Shen Yuan doesn’t look up. Xiao Gongzhu doesn’t deserve his attention.

Until she tries to slap him. “So arrogant! I’ll teach you your place!”

Her hand is caught by Luo Binghe, his long fingers curling around her wrist in a way that looks more caress than impediment. “A beautiful lady like you shouldn’t waste your time on the likes of him.”

Shen Yuan lifts his eyes from his phone and gives Luo Binghe his most disdainful glare. “I’d ask you to keep your pet on its leash, but if anyone here is a beast, it must be you, bastard.”

The silence around them is complete.

Tianlang-Jun had never been married. He wasn’t even known to maintain a mistress or two.

The family resemblance wasn’t striking, but present enough that Luo Binghe being an adopted child was unlikely.

Ergo, Luo Binghe is an illegitimate child, probably only brought into the family when the existence of legitimate heirs became unlikely. What a scandal, really.

No one had dared bring this up yet, but if anything would, it would be that asshole Shen Yuan, wouldn’t it?

Luo Binghe’s eyes focus on him, righteous anger on his face. “At least someone wants me. From what I understand, it’s never been your case, was it?”

Shen Yuan shoves his phone in his pocket with a swift gesture conveying fury. “Who would want someone here to want there? Each one more worthless than the other. You’ve really found your place, haven’t you?”

“If this world is so unpleasant to you, how about you leave and never come back? I assure you no one would miss you.” Luo Binghe turns toward the captivated audience. “Would you?”

Again, muffled laughter and cruel eyes, but few open responses. Too dangerous, really. Even if it didn’t compare to Tianlang-Jun’s empire, the Shen family was far from powerless.

Luo Binghe continues as if nothing had happened. “No one to defend you, I see. You didn’t give me a chance to demonstrate it, but I’m usually a kind man. If you had been able to control your nature for a few minutes, we might have become close, you and I. You’ve got so much more experience navigating these troubled seas. I would have welcomed the lessons.” Luo Binghe shakes his head in exaggerated sorrow. “Alas, it wasn’t to be. You have chosen otherwise, so by all means, let’s travel the road you’ve picked, shall we? For all that you’ve called me beast, you’re the raging dog chained to a post, unable to join in no matter how much he rages.” Luo Binghe waves at the air invitingly.” Go on, rage uselessly. It certainly is of no concern to me.”

“Can a head as empty as yours even be concerned with anything? Nothing you’ve said have proved otherwise. As for that taunt you tried to wield against me, I’m afraid I’m going to have to disappoint you. I have no interest in responding to you in any way. In fact,” Shen Yuan pulls his phone out of his pocket and goes back to his book, “you’re already wasted too much of my time. Go have fun with your equals. I’m sure they’ll soothe your fragile ego, in-between throwing daggers at your back.”

Shen Yuan stubbornly refuses to react to Luo Binghe’s sightly disbelieving laughter, or to the insults thrown to his face by others. He just lets Luo Binghe shake his head again, as if appalled, and guide his cronies away from Shen Yuan, leaving him in blessed peace.

Just as planned.

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And that, ladies and gentlemen, was how one of Beijing’s elite most infamous rivalry was born.

As far as said elite knew.

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Let’s talk: The importance of curating your space and the cyclical life of ships

by Admin 1

From anon: Hi! I'm a new Army/vminie (4 months) and I have a (maybe dumb) question... When I joined, I saw so many j*/k*okers analysing every small moment between jk and jm and these ppl were everywhere and I couldn't avoid seeing j*/k*ok ship content. However, the past two weeks or so it seems to have shifted and suddenly I see t*e/k*ok ship content everywhere. I wonder, is this shifting a normal occurence? And how do I get rid of these ship contents in spaces that are supposed to be free of these 2 ships

Having been around for quite some time, I’ve come to think of the big ships as something very akin to extremely sensitive seismometers. Instead of detecting even the smallest movement or noise in relation to earthquakes or volcanic activity, these ship seismometers react to any and all activity (as in any kind of “moments” or what they perceive as such) in very “volatile” manners, for a lack of better words.

What do I mean by that?

Like you said, there was a long phase after Dynamite came out where the mood had shifted toward J*k*ok because we got more content in which we could see those two interact, even if later on we also got content from the same sets and time in which both members involved were seen interacting with other members, but that didn’t matter. So, obviously, shippers took this as grand sign, the seismometer drawing numbers like ones you’d get when you have an extreme earthquake, but in this case it was a positive thing. Every new “moment” or anything they perceived as such caused big reactions, loud enough to even reach far beyond their space and instead was heard also in general ARMY spaces or those of other shippers etc. But, there’s also the opposite effect, as in, volatile reactions, or big reactions, when there are several pieces of content one after the other where said ship doesn’t interact or doesn’t have any “moments”. In cases like that euphoria quickly shifts into “insecurity” (though they would never admit to that) and worry, occasionally also defensiveness and attacks.

Imagine a scenario like this: lets say we get five Bangtan B*mbs. The first one has main ship A interact, the next one doesn’t have either of the two ships, the third one was has main ship B interact, as well as in video four and five. 

Those who were happy with the first video will be casual/neutral about the second one, but as they get the third, fourth and fifth, the seismometer for them inevitably turns from extremely positive to extremely negative. While for B it’s the exact opposite, going from negative to extremely positive with YT and sns exploding with announcements of “B ships is back” or “B are in love after all, BH has freed them” or anything along those lines.

What I’m trying to say is that yes, this is normal. The big ships and their shippers lead a very cyclical life, which also means they never quite “disappear” either. They are always there, waiting, and then jump on any piece of a moment they get with big reactions, and in the time where they have nothing, chances are the toxic part of their community will go into attack mode instead, like that will change anything at all. We’ve seen other ships come and go, nearly disappear just to have some kind of revival months or even years later, or “new” ships win the favor of the masses. There are also a few ships that have steadily existed for most of the past eight years without any volatile shifts or changes, but those are generally the quieter ones ignored or actively campaigned against/discredited ones by the big ships and their shippers. 

Hyung line ships are generally seen as more “niche”/overlooked, or just some background extras for fanfics or something ML shippers enjoy since the aren’t an active “threat”, like Namjoon x Yoongi or Yoongi x Hobi which have been around forever and I don’t think I’ve ever really seen (or heard about) anyone have fights about them or even fights between those two camps, since most shippers have an almost laser like focus on the maknaes and especially JK.

The funny thing in all of this, if you can even call it that, is that none of it really depends on the members themselves. In all this time they haven’t changed their behavior much at all, their bonds haven’t drastically or dramatically changed, and certain members didn’t magically go from “hating” each other to suddenly becoming couples over night or vise versa. It’s all shipper interpretations, theories and conspiracies being layered on top of what people see on screen to make things more “interesting”, even if that means actively going against what the members have said themselves and who the members are, as in their personalities but also in relation to each other.

And this brings me to my next point, the importance of curating your own space.

Here it’s important to know what kind of a TL or ARMY sns experience do you want. Do you want to just focus on your bias with a side of OT7 with gifs and pictures and nothing else? Do you want to have more of an eye on how BTS is doing on the charts? Have more discourse and discussions on the TL you can follow or actively participate in? Or do you want a mix of it all?

Personally I’m very picky in who I follow and what kind of content I add to my TL by following an account. Generally I think it’s important to check every account you consider following to make sure they aren’t one of the following things: akgae, manti, solo stan, toxic shipper, or a victimizing sheep. While I do follow a number of ship centric accounts, because I like seeing vmin and namjin on my TL, I find it extremely important to follow several trustworthy ARMY translators as well as a number of non-ship centric ARMY accounts that just focus on Bangtan as a whole.

The block button is your friend. I know it might seem drastic or mean to just block random people, but in the long run you will be thankful for it since it will keep toxic content away from your space, regardless if toxic in a solo stan sense or a ship one. If you’re on twt you can also mute certain words and # so they don’t show up on your TL either, make use of that if you feel a need for it. Eventually though the algorithm learns what you gravitate toward, and if you follow a well curated number of accounts, the things you don’t want to see simply won’t appear where you can see them.

On YT, as far as I’m aware, in the recommended section you can mark videos you don’t like as not being interested in them and even mark whole channels as something you don’t want to have recommended to you. Since I don’t watch any ship related videos, I never get any recommended to me despite watching BTS videos (though I mostly stick to their official accounts and wherever else they performed).

It’s important to create a space in which you just see the content you want, but still pay attention to not just bury yourself in a ship bubble since that can be a slippers slope and you might end up accidentally turning yourself toxic on accident, too sure of your thoughts and end up growing resentful moments where a member of your ship interacts with someone else in the group. That’s when you know you’ve gone several steps to far, since above all else, we are ARMY before we are vminnies or namjinists or anything else. We can love our chosen duo, we can love our bias(es), but we should always listen to what the members have to say and trust them. After all Tae (and the other members) has asked us several times to love all seven, so that’s what I do. They are all incredibly lovable, and their bonds with each other all precious and wonderful in their own ways and worthy of appreciation, so I don’t understand those who feel hatred against any of them.

Curate your space but always keep a healthy mix of general ARMY and ship content, if you are someone who partakes in shiperverse activities, and stay as far away as possible from manipulative YT videos and accounts with toxic narratives and motives. 

From anon: hey! read your new post re: curating your own space. don't know if you'll answer this, but is there any "must follow" accounts on twt (for translations, vmin, and bts in general) that you can recommend? I'm new to the site and made an account for bangtan only, but there's just so much going on there that it can get confusing. Also found out that there are many troll accs, fake 'nice' accs, too much drama accs etc that can give you a bad experience.

Here’s a large selection of translators and a smaller selection of other accounts that I think are worth following, especially BTSChartData. Also, whatever you do, don’t follow the BTS ARMY twt account with 4M+ followers or however many they might have at this point.

I’d also be very weary of member specific fanbases and chart accounts since they are known as perfect breeding grounds for solos, akgae and mantis, unfortunately, and some have been exposed for being akgae themselves.

[luthienne]

Hey, dear! Let me be one [more] follower who asks a few quotes about some things. Could you compile some (just a few, just a bunch) about silence and/or introversion? Thank you dearly. ♡

a compilation v close to my heart ♡

“Solitude: liberation from even the expectation of being seen.”

Kathleen Graber, The Eternal City: Poems; “The Telephone”

“For now she need not think about anybody. She could be herself, by herself. And that was what now she often felt the need of — to think; well not even to think. To be silent, to be alone.”

Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

“I thought of you—wished you were here with me but I get a keen sort of exhilaration from being alone…”

Georgia O��Keeffe, in a letter to Cady Wells, featured in Georgia O’Keeffe: A Life

“But I love such days—rare lonely days. I love above all things, my dear, to be alone.”

Katherine Mansfield, in a letter to J.M. Murry

“I am, oddly, happiest when alone for weeks on end talking to no one there, talking in my mind to the imagined listener who perfectly hears, perfectly understands, and talks back with equal truthfulness.”

Martha Gellhorn, from Selected Letters

Amélie, dir. Jean-Pierre Jeunet (2001)

“For a long time now, every meeting with another human being has been a collision. I feel too much, sense too much, am exhausted by reverberations after even the simplest conversation.”

May Sarton, Journal of a Solitude

“I have packed myself into silence so deeply and for so long that I can never unpack myself using words. When I speak, I only pack myself a little differently.”

Herta Müller, from The Hunger Angel

“I don't see much of anybody these days—I feel rather funny with other people—even those whom I care for. While one's heart is being transformed into a little world, one wants to be alone.”

Kahlil Gibran, in a letter to Mary Haskell, from Beloved Prophet: The Love Letters of Kahlil Gibran and Mary Haskell, and her private journal

Bella Akhmadulina, Fever and Other New Poems; “Longing for Lermontov” (tr. Geoffrey Dutton, Igor Mezhakoff-Koriakin)

“Perhaps I am addicted to solitude and feel safe and easy in it,”

Martha Gellhorn, Selected Letters

“…because there was too much silence within me. In those days I was alone,”

Clarice Lispector, Why This World: A Biography of Clarice Lispector

“My current silence interests only me. It touches too many parts of my personal life for me to explain it to you.”

Albert Camus, Notebooks (1951-1959), Vol 3.

“People love talking, and I have never been a huge talker. I carry on an inner monologue, but the words often don’t reach my lips.”

Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl

“And what were they anyway, sprigs of grass, things of blue? For a long time I wanted to use words, then didn’t.”

Mary Ruefle, Madness, Rack, and Honey

“What words? What words can I trust to convey this fragile heart?”

Jeanette Winterson, Gut Symmetries

Keaton Henson, from “How Could I Have Known”

“So much of what we live goes on inside– The diaries of grief, the tongue-tied aches Of unacknowledged love are no less real For having passed unsaid. What we conceal Is always more than what we dare confide. Think of the letters that we write our dead.”

Dana Gioia, Unsaid

“But I cannot help it. I only want to be alone. I want to be myself and alone and free to breathe, live, look upon the world and find it however it is…”

Martha Gellhorn, from Selected Letters

“… Perhaps love is to give one’s own solitude to others? For it is the very last thing we have to offer.”

Clarice Lispector, Selected Cronicas; “The Gift”

“I’ve never been afraid of loneliness because I’ve never felt the need to justify my feelings to myself. I accept the muteness of feeling too. I have huge respect for my own silence. I let it speak. I allow time to do its trick and lead me back to myself. I don’t want just anyone to share life and myself with me.”

Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 5: 1947-1955

“Don’t allow yourself to be imprisoned by any affection. Preserve your solitude. If the day ever comes when a real friendship is bestowed on you there will be no conflict between your inner solitude and this friendship. On the contrary, that is the infallible sign by which you will know it.”

Simone Weil, First and Last Notebooks: Supernatural Knowledge

“…the most precious thing of all: solitude.”

Clarice Lispector, The Hour of the Star (tr. Benjamin Moser)

“She naturally loved solitary places, vast views, and to feel herself for ever and ever and ever alone.”

Virginia Woolf, Orlando

Harold Pinter, Old Times

“Le Notti Bianche” (1957) - Luchino Visconti

“Solitude itself is a way of waiting for the inaudible and the invisible to make itself felt. And that is why solitude is never static and never hopeless.”

May Sarton, Plant Dreaming Deep

“O you—my sacred solitude!”

Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems; “Solitude (from Rilke)”

“It is curious for one who has been much alone—this sinking back into silence.”

Katherine Mansfield, in a letter to J.M. Murry

“…I have backed up / into my silence / as inexhaustible as the sun”

Fanny Howe, The Lyrics: Poems; “O’Clock”

“All I want is silence, for myself and for the selves I used to be, a silence like the magical cottage in the forest that lost children find in fairy tales.”

Alejandra Pizarnik, Extracting the Stone of Madness (tr. Yvette Siegert)

Allison Stone, “Persephone’s First Season in Hell”

“…and the heart took shelter behind a parapet of silence;”

Dulce María Loynaz, Absolute Solitude: Selected Poems; “Poema XLV” (tr. James O’Connor)

[Original: “…y el corazón se encastilló en un muro de silencio;”]

“I feel the same way about solitude as some people feel about the blessing of the church. It’s the light of grace for me. I never close my door behind me without the awareness that I am carrying out an act of mercy toward myself.”

Peter Høeg, “Smilla’s Sense of Snow”

“Solitude as necessity, demandable, honorable. Not sinful, indulgent, wasteful, undeserved.”

May Sarton, from a journal entry dated October 18, 1993

“And in that silence, what grace.”

Camille Norton, Corruption: Poems; “Savonarola’s Cape”

“and my chest appears translucent, / heart in its center, / cathedral of dust / and silence”

Milagros Terán, Las luces en la sien (tr. Fiona Griffin)

[Original: “y el pecho lo llevo traslúcido, / corazón en medio / como una catedral de pólvera / y silencio”]

Emily Dickinson, “I felt a Funeral in my Brain”

“I want to meet no one; I want to say nothing; / I want to go down and rest in the black earth of silence.”

Robert Bly, Eating the Honey of Words; “Depression,”

“You would rather have gone on feeling nothing, / emptiness and silence; the stagnant peace / of the deepest sea,”

Margaret Atwood, from “Eurydice,” Selected Poems II: 1976 - 1986

“I don’t know about birds / nor do I know the history of fire. / But I believe that my solitude should have wings.”

Alejandra Pizarnik, Tree of Diana, tr. Joseph Mulligan & Patricia Rossi

“For language to have meaning there must be intervals of silence somewhere, to divide word from word and utterance from utterance.”

Thomas Merton, “Disputed Questions”

“I have a need of silence and of stars. / Too much is said too loudly.”

William Alexander Percy, from “Home”

Camille Norton, Corruption: Poems

“—a space of virgin silence, a place of rest where I wait for myself.”

Alejandra Pizarnik, “A Night Shared in a Memory of Escape” (tr. Yvette Siegert)

[moonyswolfie]

Insecurities

So my bestie gave me an idea a while back and after turning it around and placing it in every possible scenario, I came up with this. 

I’ve read plenty of fics on this very subject, so now it was time to write my own version of it. 

Draco Malfoy x Slytherin!reader

Summary: When insecurities are clouding your mind, Draco is there to make it all clear again.

Warnings: a little angsty, insecurities, doubts, fears. If you feel like this might be a trigger, please DON’T read. 

Also, please keep in mind that no matter what, each and every one is beautiful in their own way. Good days or bad, you are still you and you are beautiful. Never think otherwise.

You closed the mascara tube and placed it back in the bag with the rest of your makeup. You checked yourself in the mirror a few more times, making sure there were no mascara stains, eyeshadow dust or lip gloss smudges anywhere.

Once your makeup was done, you sighed. You looked okay. That will do.

You were, in fact, very beautiful, but you just couldn���t see it, not today. Your friends made a habit of reminding you of this every time you had a bad day, but you usually brushed them off, thinking they were just trying to be nice. And then there was your boyfriend, Draco Malfoy.

He complimented you often, that was true, but he had no idea about your insecurities. You never told him and your friends were sworn to secrecy on the matter.

Truth is, you were afraid of him finding out about your insecurities, thinking that he’ll view you differently, as a fragile person in constant need of attention and reassurance. But that was not the case. You were, however, an overthinker, so the fears were there.

When you confided in Hermione about this, she looked dumbfounded. You weren’t sure if she wanted to yell at you, or smack you across the head to make you understand how wrong you were, but in the end she did neither. She took a deep breath and spoke calmly, yet firmly.

“Look, Y/N, I’m not Malfoy’s biggest fan, but even I can see how much love that boy has for you. He looks at you like you’re a work of art and at the same time, the most precious thing he’s ever had. Which might very likely be the case.”

You rolled your eyes at her statement, your mind too wrapped up in your fears to see the truth in Hermione’s words.

You moved away from the bathroom mirror and entered your dorm once more, placing your makeup bag on your nightstand. It was Saturday morning and you couldn’t wait to go down for breakfast.

Once you reached the Great Hall, you inspected the Slytherin table, looking for your lovely boyfriend, yet he was nowhere in sight.

You frowned. He should have been up by now, he’s an early riser. He wasn’t in the Common Room either, you’ve just been there. Before you could turn around and go up to his dorm, two strong arms wrapped around your waist and your back was suddenly pressed against a warm body behind you.

You smiled. You would recognize Draco’s cologne anywhere.

“Good morning, darling.” he whispers, nuzzling into your neck and hugging you tighter.

“Good morning. Hungry?” you ask, detangling yourself from him and heading for the Slytherin table, taking a seat right next to Blaise.

“You know I always am.” came Draco’s reply, a lazy smirk spreading on his face.

“Morning, gorgeous” Zabini greeted you as soon as you sat down and your smile disappeared instantly.

It wasn’t unusual for Blaise to get flirty with you, he was doing it mostly to annoy his best friend and most of the time you found it rather amusing, even played along a couple of times just to tease Draco. You were all almost out of school and they were still acting like children.

However, today wasn’t a good day. Not entirely and not for you, so Blaise’s comment wasn’t welcomed today.

You tried to hide your face from the boys, but Draco has already seen it, the moment your smile was replaced by a deep frown.

His hand grabbed yours under the table, bringing your intertwined fingers to his mouth and placing a long kiss on the back of your hand. When he faced you, you couldn’t place the expression he wore.

“Is he making you uncomfortable? Do you want me to hex him?” Draco whispered softly, yet the anger was easily identifiable in his voice.

“No, love. It’s nothing, I promise.” you tried reassuring him, but your fake smile wasn’t doing it. He knew you too well.

You made it clear that you were not going to say anything more on the matter, so he decided to let it go for now. Forcing you to talk will do no good, as you would only end up fighting and very likely saying hurtful things to each other that you will never be able to take back. So he waited.

After breakfast you made plans to study with the Trio for a few hours, before going to Hogsmeade with Draco for a date.

*

Noon came around pretty fast and before you knew it, you were rushing to get ready for your date. It wasn’t anything fancy, you two agreed on a simple, cozy afternoon at the Three Broomsticks, but you were determined to look your best.

After you were done with your makeup, you put on the dress you selected, a short and cute one to go on a spring day, paired with a long, black cardigan.

The Common Room was full of Slytherins running all over the place, some studying, some just spending time together outside the classroom. Draco was there as well, reading in a chair by the fireplace. He was wearing a green jumper and black trousers, a sight that made you stop and stare for a moment. Draco usually wore suits, so seeing him so casually dressed was a complete surprise.

But then again, this was supposed to be a cozy afternoon.

The moment his eyes landed on you, a grin spread across his face. The grin turned into an amused smile when he looked you up and down.

“I thought we agreed on cozy?” he said, making you blush bright red “You’re beautiful, no matter what you’re wearing, my love.”

He leaned down for a kiss, but frowned when you didn’t respond to it. He sighed, finally making the connection that’s been bugging him all day.

“Why won’t you accept the compliments? First Zabini, now me…” he trailed off, waiting patiently for your answer.

You looked around, but there were too many people for you to have a private conversation, so you motioned Draco to follow you up to your dorm. Once inside, you closed the door and thanked Merlin it was all empty now.

“It’s not that I don’t accept the compliments, it’s just…” you started, but the words were not siding with you today.

Draco sat on your bed and waited, determined to get to the bottom of the problem here and now. Truth is, he was worried. He’s never seen you like this before and he wanted to make it all better. He wanted you to know that he’s there for you and that you can confide in him.

“I’m not confident. I can’t accept your compliments today because I don’t see what you see. There are, of course, the good days. But sometimes, I have to deal with the bad ones too. Today was a bad one.” you admitted, looking anywhere but towards your boyfriend.

Draco looked at you, confusion (and hurt?) taking over his beautiful features. Clearly, he wasn’t doing a good enough job as your boyfriend if you felt that way. But more importantly, why did you feel like you couldn’t tell him? Did you not trust him?

He extended  his hand in your direction and you grabbed it, only to land in his lap a moment later. A blush dusted your cheeks and he let out a small laugh, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“Why didn’t you tell me, darling?” he asked, his voice a meek whisper.

“I didn’t want you to look at me differently. I didn’t want you to think I’m this fragile little thing, because I’m not. But I’m also not as confident as other girls are.” you shrugged. “I overthink a lot.”

“I would never, Y/N, because you are not fragile. In fact, you are one of the strongest people I know.” he said, his hand cupping your cheek. “There will be bad days, filled with insecurities and doubts, and we’ll get through them together, because we are a team. I love you so much, sweet girl, and I’m sorry. I should have known, should have figured it out sooner.” he rested his forehead against yours and closed his eyes, just basking in this moment with you.

“Hey” you broke the silence, several minutes later “how about we make this date a cozy night in?” you ask with a smile.

Draco lifts you up bridal style and places you on the bed, before laying down himself. You cuddle up into him, hiding your face into the crook of his neck and inhaling his cologne that you’ve grown addicted to by now.

“Draco?”

“Hm?”

“I love you too.” you whisper and feel him pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

[ekbatdesebat]

Independent, Selective and Mutuals Only blog for Leeloominaï Lekatariba Lamina-Tchaï, Ekbat De Sebat aka Leeloo from The Fifth Element

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Important Notes about Leeloo/ Verses

Precious Stone of the Earth, Defender of Light and Life, the Honorable aka Leeloo is the embodiment and protector of all life in the universe. Seemingly a woman of about 19/20- she was raised amongst the Mondoshawan as the most sacred and holy princess in all the deep philosophies and sciences of the known universe. She is extremely intelligent and quick to learn. 

However her upbringing was also deeply sheltered and as fitting her nature she longs to experience life and all it has to offer.

I don’t ship her with Korben Dallas. Bruce Willis is super charming in the role but there doesn’t feel like much to the ‘romance’ beyond him finding her physically attractive. In post- film threads I see them having a more sibling based dynamic with Korben acting as her big brother or sorts. 

While I’m not going to force it or emphasize it too much unless my partners are willing/ we’ve discussed it. I think Leeloo illicits very strong reactions from people by virtue of her being. We see this several times in the movie, with Korben, Cornelius, David, Dr. Mactilburgh and even General Munro. Though Munro is interesting because he has an almost predatory response to her. So if I were to hazard a guess, part of the reaction she draws out of people is based on how they feel about life and their attitude towards living in general. 

Headcanons ( x ) ( x )

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Leeloo’s language as taken from Milla Jovovich’s official site: ( X )

VERSES

v; supreme being

canon verse- can cover the events of the film or post events of the film. for post-film things- leeloo’s living on earth isn’t without controversy. a great many alien races are heavily campaigning to have the avatar of the supreme being come live with them, some have even gone as far as to send delegations to leeloo’s home (she alternates between living with korben or father cornelius) or propose marriages.

v; created to protect; not to love

Default verse or sorts also compatible with DC/Marvel/ MCU AU- Leeloo is an incarnation of the Supreme Being brought to Earth as the central/fifth element needed to defeat the Shadow. She has crash landed on Earth or was brought here without incident and is now trying to find the Stones. She can be in SHIELD or the Avenger’s keeping whille they try to figure out what happened and/ or help her with her mission.

v; luminous beings are we

Star Wars AU- Leeloo is a Theelin Diva, a kind of singing priestess, who’s one of the few to last to have received the full religious and singing training. Given the high demand for Theelin entertainers and slaves she’s now on the run.

v; with nature's blessing; bring to light

Mythology/Cult AU- Leeloo is an incarnation of the primordial creation god Phanes who wishes to experience the life they helped create. Note- While other deities might be able to sense Leeloo’s true nature for her it’s some she has to grow into. As far as Leeloo knows she was raised in and recently left the Mandoshawan Cult.

v; this is the key

Star Trek/ General scifi verse- Leeloo is a Mandoshawan Priestess/ Princess learning the political ropes until the day she rules her planet. However she’s somewhat eager to experience life outside the political and religious role given to her.

v; more things in heaven and earth

stranger things verse, ‘leeloo’ was a subject in the russian equivalent of the hawkins laboratory experiments. for rping purposes she can either end up iin hawkins because of portal happenings or brought over during the russian infiltration of season 3, or she can meet up with hopper and co. while in russia.

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