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Manners (Part 2, Final)

Viscount Joshua Hong is by far the most eligible bachelor in London. Rich, handsome, and renowned for his excellent manners and refined tastes. Young woman would kill for the chance to be the Viscount's chosen bride. But nobody can quite determine which of the young ladies he prefers, and you are beginning to have your doubts. Is the Viscount really as gentlemanly as the ton seems to think?

Genre: Joshua Hong x Female!reader. Regency!AU (It's sort of Bridgerton-esque in the sense that I give zero attention to historical accuracy and prioritize aesthetics lmao) You are a sibling to all the Lees (Woozi, DK, Dino) so your last name is Lee but the reader has no other specific characteristics, physical or otherwise.

Word Count: 5.2k+

Part 1

Series Masterlist [I would highly recommend reading the earlier stories in this series, Patience, and Candle, before this one but it's not strictly necessary.]

You had never been formally courted before, and therefore had no inkling of what to expect from your new courtship with Viscount Hong. Indeed, you had scarcely even processed the events of the night before. The entire evening- right from Viscount Hongs' unannounced arrival up until his proposal of marriage- felt rather like an intense fever dream.

You were awoken from a fitful sleep early that morning by your maid.

“Miss- oh miss, you must awaken, there has been a delivery for you!” she cried frantically.

You sat up in bed and rubbed your tired eyes. Lily and Nessie ran into your room in their nightgowns, giggling as they climbed up onto the bedcovers. They were followed by two maids struggling to carry an enormous basket of arranged pink and red roses between them. They placed the assortment precariously on your bedside table.

“What is this?” you asked, confused.

“A delivery for you miss- there is a card as well.”

The maid handed you the card and your sisters climbed up behind you eagerly to peek at it.

“Read it aloud!” Lily ordered, and you had no choice but to take the card into your hands and read out the message written in Viscount Hong’s neat and careful handwriting.

Miss Lee,

I thought perhaps some flowers would brighten your morning- I hope the events of last night have not caused you too much distress. I did fear that writing to you would be too forward but then again, I believe we can agree that the mistake I have made so far is failing to be forward enough.

May I persuade you to join me for a ride in the park this evening? If you are concerned about the lack of a chaperone, you may bring Chan- I will ensure an extra horse is available for him.

Yours,

Joshua

Lily and Nessie squealed in delight and even the maids were biting back their smiles. Sending flowers and a personalised invitation was a bold and romantic gesture indeed; you could not help the fluttering that arose in your heart.

It appeared that Viscount Hong meant business.

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“I did suspect that Joshua might harbour some affection for you,” Jihoon admitted over breakfast. Your father was eating in his study, leaving you and your siblings to speak freely about the previous night's events in the dining room. “He always asks after you whenever he sees me or Seokmin.”

Seokmin agreed, mouth full of scrambled eggs. “He does ask about you often, now that I think of it, but I thought he was only being polite. The Viscount is always so well-mannered.”

You frowned at your brother. “Unlike you, Seokmin. Please swallow your food before you speak.”

“It’s only us siblings here,” Seokmin protested.

“You should be setting a better example as a gentleman for Chan.”

Chan scoffed before sipping at his tea. “Please don’t insult me, sister. I know better than to emulate anything Seokmin does.”

They began to argue and you did not have the energy or inclination to interrupt them. The gravity of your situation was slowly beginning to set in. You still harboured a certain girlish pleasure at the thought of Viscount Hong being in love with you- but you were also forced to begin thinking about what this proposal from a nobleman so superior in station to you would mean for you and your family.

Jihoon noticed your expression.

“Are you all right, sister?” he asked gently as Seokmin and Chan continued to argue.

You turned to your elder brother with a hesitant smile. Jihoon was certainly the most mature of your siblings, and you trusted him implicitly.

"Do you think it will be alright? The entire ton has been watching to see whom the Viscount will marry. I cannot even begin to think of how many young ladies must have their sights set on him. The thought of the gossip alone…"

Jihoon smiled kindly. "I did not think you were the sort of woman to be easily disturbed by gossip, sister."

"I-I am not, but you must admit that people will talk about it and you know that everyone holds him in exceedingly high regard while I am…" you bit your lip and looked at your brother, hoping he would understand your fears.

Jihoon sighed and nodded. "I won't lie. It is an unexpected proposal and will certainly generate some surprise among the ton."

"What should I do?"

"I am sure word has not spread just yet. You should speak to Joshua about your fears."

You sighed and nodded. Perhaps you should.

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It was a warm and pleasant afternoon; perfect for a ride in the park. Unfortunately, this meant that many other members of the ton had made similar plans. You were uncomfortably aware of the curious stares of some young ladies who passed by you on the walking trail.

The Viscount was already waiting for you and Chan with the horses, but you had to stand aside and wait for a few moments as Chan monopolised the Viscount's attention. Once your younger brother's questions had been answered and he had taken his pick of the horses, the Viscount carefully took the reins of the horse you would ride and turned to you with a smile.

"May I help you up, Miss Lee?"

Joshua stepped closer to you when you nodded. You tried not to show how flustered you felt when he gently took your hand and placed it on his shoulder, giving you the boost you needed to push yourself up onto the horse and seat yourself side-saddle.

"Are you comfortable?" he asked with a caring smile.

"Uh-yes, yes thank you very much," you replied.

The Viscount and Chan each mounted their own horses. The three of you began a slow-paced ride around the park, but Chan could not resist pushing the purebred horse for a little more speed.

"Chan! Don't go far, stay within sight!" you called after your brother as he went further ahead. Your brother merely lifted a hand to signal that he'd heard you.

The Viscount brought his horse up to trot gently alongside yours. He was a skilled rider.

"I… I received the flowers you sent me this morning," you began awkwardly in an attempt to make some conversation with Joshua. "Thank you. They were beautiful."

He nodded. "I am glad you liked them."

"I did. Very much."

"Have I made you uncomfortable, Miss Lee?" Joshua asked suddenly. He had a worried smile on his face.

"N-no, why would you think so?"

"You seem to be avoiding my eyes."

You cleared your throat. Why did Joshua have to notice? It was true. You couldn't look at him, and not only because he was extremely handsome and his kind eyes caused butterflies to erupt in your stomach. You were simply too aware of the people watching you- there was a group of young ladies near the trees that gaped at you openly, and another pair of gentlemen who had been casting glances at you since Viscount Hong had helped you up onto your horse.

"It… it is nothing," you said quickly.

Joshua sighed. "Miss Lee. Please. The intention behind this courtship is to make you more comfortable with me and to trust me. If there is anything that troubles you-"

"There are too many eyes on us," you blurted out.

Joshua was silent for a long moment.

"I see. I've made another mistake," he said quietly.

You turned to him with wide eyes. "No, not at all-"

"I have. It was quite foolish of me to ask you to come here with just your brother and no proper chaperone- and our courtship is not yet common knowledge to the ton. I failed to take your feelings into consideration, and-"

You felt miserable and rushed to correct him. "Viscount Hong, please, I never meant to suggest that you were responsible for this-"

"But I am responsible."

You shook your head and began to explain that it wasn't his fault, that it was your own insecurities and fears that were making you uncomfortable. But Joshua had already set his lips in a straight line and spurred his horse forward to catch up with Chan, leaving you behind.

This was not a good start.

Not at all.

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The ride at the park ended earlier than it should have; Chan was vocally disappointed but you were too mortified by the entire incident to object and Joshua was firm in sending you home safely escorted by his servants.

Still; the damage was done.

Word of your potential courtship with Joshua Hong had spread among the ton and you were faced with the full extent of the situation not three days later, at the ball hosted by the Hessingtons.

Joshua had sent you flowers every single morning leading up to the ball, and had even written to apologise for his thoughtless invitation to ride in the park. He requested you to reserve him a dance at the Hessingtons' ball.

You had, of course, accepted.

The reality that this would be the first, formal social event where almost every single person in the room would have their eyes on you was clear from the moment you made your entrance with Jihoon and Seokmin.

You had become accustomed to blending into the background at balls- Seokmin was lively and charming, hence rarely had trouble obtaining his desired female dance partners. Jihoon was more reserved when it came to women and dancing. But he had many friends among the ton and was often in the company of other gentlemen engaging in conversations about business. You had always been content to sit at the sidelines, accepting the offer of a dance when you received one and mingling with other ladies when they approached you.

But a lady being courted by Viscount Joshua Hong did not have the luxury of being ignored by the ton.

“Miss Lee!” cried one of the more obnoxious gossip-mongers, Mrs. Patty, as soon as she found you alone at a bench. “You must come and dispel these strange rumours about you. Is it true that you are being courted by our lovely Viscount Hong?”

You hesitated. “Erm…”

“Ha!” Mrs. Patty cried triumphantly, turning to her companions. She understood your hesitation to be a confirmation of her beliefs. “I knew there was no chance that little Miss Lee could capture our Viscount. I have been quite observant of his attention to the Duchess of Graham of late and I believe it is only a matter of time until they announce their engagement.”

One of the other ladies tutted with disapproval. “But then Miss Lee must explain how she came to be riding in the park with Viscount Hong!”

Your response was interrupted by the sound of a strong female voice behind you.

“Miss Lee is not required to explain anything,” a young lady said sharply as she took your arm. You recognised her immediately, despite never having conversed with her before.

This was Miss Hong. Viscount Hong’s infamous younger sister.

"Miss Hong-" you began to greet her.

"Come, Miss Lee. I have saved a seat for you near the refreshment tables, and you must sit with me until the dancing begins," Miss Hong said simply.

You allowed her to lead you away from the gossip-mongers.

You knew what everyone in London society said about Miss Hong. She was praised for being the most skilled pianoforte player among the ton, and it was well established that there was no young lady who could rival the musical talents of the Viscount's sister.

But Miss Hong also had a reputation for being excessively fashionable, vain, and quick-tempered. While her status and wealth prevented anyone from saying so to her face, Miss Hong did not enjoy the same universal approval of society that her older brother did.

"Miss Hong," you said gently. "Thank you for interrupting on my behalf. I really did not know how to answer their questions."

She brushed off your gratitude. "You need not bother about Mrs. Patty. That odious woman has been trying to make my life miserable since I was a child. I am not surprised she attempted to sink her claws into you."

You smiled awkwardly. "I see."

"I have been looking forward to meeting this elusive Miss Lee that seems to have the power to make my brother miserable," she said. You were shocked by her words, but when you turned to look at her, she was giggling.

"I-I am so sorry, I really have no intention of upsetting the Viscount," you tried to explain.

"Oh Miss Lee, you are such a sweetheart!" Miss Hong said with a carefree laugh. "I meant that my normally suave brother makes the most foolish mistakes around you and then renders himself miserable afterwards. You needn't apologise to me, I find the whole affair quite entertaining."

You relaxed a little. You had been anxious about how Viscount Hong's family would react to your courtship but, judging from Miss Hong's behaviour, she at least did not openly disapprove of you.

"I warned Joshua he was being hasty about the proposal and that he should have someone speak to you first to assess your reaction," Miss Hong continued as she gestured for you to join her on the bench. "But he said it was not appropriate and that naturally he had to seek your father's permission before speaking to you."

You nodded. "I see…"

Miss Hong gave you a sympathetic smile. "My brother is kind but he is still a man. Society is more forgiving towards his type. He does not understand the fears and pressures that we face as young ladies."

You felt the need to defend your Viscount.

"He has certainly been very thoughtful and considerate towards me-"

Miss Hong laughed. "Has he? Or perhaps you are blinded by your love for him."

"But the entire ton agrees that the Viscount has the most excellent manners, and-"

"Oh," Miss Hong said scornfully. "The ton. Miss Lee, I am sorry to say that if you intend to marry my brother, you must learn to take the opinions of the ton with a pinch of salt. Being a Viscountess is not an easy job. And it is certainly not one for a weak or feeble-minded woman."

Her words struck you like a blow to the face.

A Viscountess. You would be a Viscountess if you were to marry Joshua. It suddenly occurred to you how much power and authority came from a title like that, and the strength and poise with which women carrying such coveted titles conducted themselves.

You had certainly never seen a Viscountess who stumbled over her words in front of gossiping old women.

Miss Hong noticed your sudden silence.

"I apologise if I have offended you, Miss Lee," she said quickly. "It was not my intention to call you weak or feeble-minded. I am sure you are neither. But if I may be so bold as to make a suggestion, purely coming from my goodwill as your potential future sister-in-law…"

You nodded at her. You did not know if Miss Hong was as vain or quick-tempered as the ton claimed. But in this confusing reality, she was the only person willing to tell you the truth.

"Please do," you said.

"You should use this courtship wisely. Not only to consider whether you wish to marry my brother… but also whether you wish to become a Viscountess. If you choose to marry Joshua, you should carry his title as a matter of pride, not as a burden. That is the only way you can be happy together."

Oh.

You took a deep breath as you considered her words and then turned to Miss Hong, clasping her hand in yours.

"Thank you," you told her quietly. "For your honesty."

She smiled- a sudden, genuine smile that was rare for the fashionable young debutante.

"Thank you for not being offended by it," Miss Hong replied. "Now, I regret to inform you that the dancing has begun and my brother approaches to claim your company for the first dance."

You nodded before turning to see that Joshua had indeed appeared from the crowd with his usual handsome smile.

"Miss Lee," the Viscount greeted you warmly, offering you his hand. He raised an eyebrow at his sister. "I hope my sister has not been troubling you."

"Not at all!" you said quickly. "She has been very kind."

Miss Hong stood and smiled as she smoothed down the front of her fashionably decorated ball-gown. "Excuse me- I have promised this dance to Mr. Hessington," she said lightly before disappearing into the crowd.

The Viscount turned to you.

"And I believe you have promised this dance to me," he reminded you with a smile.

"So I have."

You allowed Joshua to lead you out onto the floor for a pleasant waltz. The dance was not very demanding- and it allowed you both the chance to have a much-needed conversation.

"I do hope my sister did not trouble you," Joshua said slowly. "She is known to be rather…"

"Honest?" you asked.

"I was going to say impudent," he replied with a chuckle. "Although I dare say she usually means well."

"No, not at all. She helped me put things in perspective. I will admit that everything about our courtship is… new to me. I cannot help but have some fears and concerns about it all, and… I… I do not want you to think that I am ungrateful for the flowers and letters because I really am not, you have been very thoughtful and kind, I-I only…"

You were beginning to stumble over your words and your cheeks turned hot. Joshua's hand squeezed your gloved one reassuringly.

"Tell me," he pressed you softly. "I would like nothing more than to hear your feelings."

"I wish we could have a conversation," you admitted slowly. "Only the two of us. Without- without any interruptions or eavesdropping chaperones so that-that we could have an honest discussion about the future and what this really means for each of us."

Joshua's expression was gentle.

"Of course, Miss Lee. I agree entirely. I think we have stumbled blindly through this courtship without understanding each other. An open discussion would certainly help."

You nodded. "Well, yes. Open but…" you cleared your throat and glanced around you anxiously. "Well. Discreet, if you understand my meaning. Since we are not officially engaged."

He chuckled.

"Of course. I understand perfectly. Would you do me the honour of coming to the assembly rooms on Thursday evening? I believe I can arrange for our… discreet discussion there."

You smiled and nodded.

"Yes. Yes, that sounds wonderful."

"Excellent."

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Viscount Hong was a man of his word.

You arrived at the assembly rooms on Thursday; Seokmin had been glad to accompany you as he had a bet to settle at the card tables with Mr. Yoon Jeonghan.

Upon your arrival, the Viscount offered you his arm and requested your company for a walk around the gardens. You accepted- after all, you were now openly courting him, what harm could a walk about the gardens do? To your surprise, Joshua led you towards a thick copse of trees at the end of the path that provided complete cover and privacy from the rest of the gardens and the assembly rooms.

"Shall we speak here?" Viscount Hong asked you.

You nodded hesitantly. "Yes- I am shocked that you discovered this, it is such a private little corner."

Joshua looked slightly embarrassed. "The spot was recommended to me by Mr. Kim Mingyu. He is rather more… experienced than I am when it comes to finding ways to do things that society may not approve of."

You giggled. "You mean he is a rake."

"He admits it quite openly," Joshua agreed.

"And we will not be interrupted- nobody will accidentally stumble upon us here?" you asked nervously.

"It is unlikely. In any case, I have asked Mr. Kim to watch over the garden path from the balcony. If anyone begins to walk in this direction, he will send us a warning," Joshua replied.

You were flattered that Joshua would go to so much effort to indulge your simple request for a private conversation.

"Thank you," you told him honestly.

"It is the least I could do, Miss Lee. I understand that I have thrown quite a wrench in your life this past week. You have me quite flustered- I seem to repeatedly make poor judgements in your regard, and I will strive to remedy that."

You looked up to see the genuine regret in his eyes. It was still so strange to you that the Viscount should care so much about you and you could not help but feel a warmth towards him.

"Viscount Hong, please do not say so. You have not made any mistakes, really."

Joshua reached his hands out hesitantly towards yours. You realised that he was seeking permission to hold your hands- and you offered them to him freely.

His warm hands clasped yours.

"May I go first?" he asked.

You nodded.

"You asked me the other night why I wanted to marry you," Joshua began. He spoke slowly- as though every word was being carefully considered. "I will admit I was not prepared for that question, and I did a poor job of answering it. Will you allow me to answer it again?"

"Of course."

"Over the last year, ever since it became clear that the time had come for me to marry- I have met and considered many young women of my acquaintance. They all have their charms, of course, but I found that only your charms made a consistent and lasting impact on me."

You looked at him with surprise.

"My charms? I must insist you tell me what these are, Viscount Hong, since I am entirely unaware of them," you laughed as your cheeks slowly turned hot.

Joshua chuckled. "I would be glad to elaborate. I know your brothers well, Miss Lee, and I am familiar with the difficulties that your family has faced. I have watched you bear them with quiet dignity. You have a strength and maturity that is rare among young women of your age- indeed, rare for any person at all. Even in the face of my hasty proposal, you had the presence of mind to stop me and question me. You are kind and generous; but not a woman who is easily swayed. That is what makes me confident that you would be a perfect choice for a life partner, and makes me want more than anything in the world to be your husband."

Your heart swelled. It was strange; you had expected some vague words from him about love and admiration- something along the lines of what you read in novels.

But Joshua's answer gave you more confidence than any declaration of love could have.

You now understood that his proposal, as sudden as it may have seemed to you, was not a rash or hasty decision on his part. Joshua had watched you, considered you, understood you… and still chosen you.

"I… don't know if I deserve such praise," you told him softly. "I have not behaved very maturely this past week."

"What makes you say that?" he asked gently.

"I have been selfish. My fears and insecurities got the better of me, and I worried about the gossip that our courtship would create and what people would think. How they would react to you proposing to someone like me."

Joshua shook his head. "Those are reasonable fears. And I have not done a very good job of protecting you from the ton's speculations."

You took a deep breath and looked up at him.

"You do not need to protect me."

Joshua looked startled. "Miss Lee…"

"I have had time to think about what I want from our courtship, and what I can offer. Entering into this with the expectation that I should be protected from the hardships involved is foolish. If we are to be married, then I will be a Viscountess. I cannot live my life fearing the opinions of the ton."

Joshua smiled. Your face had taken on a determined expression. It was the first time since the night of his proposal that you looked like yourself again- without that fear and anxiety looming behind your eyes.

"You have nothing to fear from the ton," he assured you. "I will always be with you."

"Your sister said something to me that struck me deeply," you told him. "She said that if I was to become a Viscountess, then I should carry the title as a matter of pride and not as a burden."

Joshua sighed. "My sister has a strange relationship with pride."

"Perhaps so, but I think there is some truth in what she said," you replied. "It boils down to this… I would be proud to call myself your wife. And as long as you would be proud to call yourself my husband, then I do not think that there is anything society can do to ruin our happiness."

Joshua's eyes twinkled. His grip on your hands pulled you closer to him- you were mere inches away from him now and you could not tear your eyes away from his.

"Dangerous words, Miss Lee," he warned.

"Oh?"

"You are only making me fall more in love with you."

Your cheeks turned hot but you smiled up at him. "And you are treading dangerous waters, Viscount Hong. We are alone here, without a chaperone. I thought you were a gentleman?"

Joshua nodded. His eyes briefly flickered down to your lips. "I am. Will you allow me to kiss you?"

You flushed. "We are not even engaged…"

"I will stop if you ask me to."

"... Do not stop."

Joshua's right arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer to him. Your hands naturally placed themselves on his shoulders as he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours.

It was a delicate kiss; one filled with passion and longing. Joshua was careful with you. One of his hands cupped your cheek as he pulled away slightly. He pressed his forehead to yours and gave you a small smile.

"Have I made another mistake?" he asked breathlessly.

You felt light-headed from the kiss but you managed to look up at him with a small pout.

"You know perfectly well that you have not," you scolded him.

"I had to check- my judgement always fails me around you. You cloud my senses," Joshua whispered. "You are the only woman that can make me doubt my own actions."

You looked up at the handsome man in front of you with adoration.

"I would never want you to doubt yourself," you told him firmly.

"Then shall I kiss you again?"

"Please."

Joshua kissed you again- and again, and again, until you were both entangled in a mess of lips and tongues and limbs, allowing your bodies to express the adoration that words could not satisfy. In your heated whispers between soft, sensuous kisses, Viscount Hong became Joshua, and Joshua became my love.

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The passionate courtship that ensued had the ton in an uproar.

It was all over the gossip sheets, and on the lips of every member of the ton: Miss Lee had cast a spell on Viscount Joshua Hong and he was absolutely smitten with her.

Joshua made no effort to abate the gossip. Instead, flowers and letters arrived at your doorstep every single morning. Some days he would send you presents; pretty little hand mirrors, ribbons, satin gloves…. always accompanied by love notes stating how they made him think of you. (He even once sent you a set of silk garters that was almost opened by Nessie. You scolded him thoroughly and his gifts remained family-appropriate thereafter).

Joshua danced with you-and only you- at every ball. It caused an immense displeasure among the ladies of the ton and Mrs. Patty even saw fit to complain to you on one occasion.

"How unfortunate that Viscount Hong will not look at the Duchess anymore," Mrs. Patty bemoaned openly to you. "She would have suited him so well- so rich and with her own title."

"Yes," you said to the older woman calmly. "It is unfortunate indeed that Viscount Hong has no need to marry for riches or titles. He shall have to settle with marrying for love, instead."

Mrs. Patty gave you a sharp look but you heard no more from her on the subject.

The whispers were not all pleasant, naturally. Many gossiped about how Viscount Hong was clearly marrying down, how your dowry and station and beauty were so far beneath his. It was painful when these whispers reached your ears- but it was a pain that you would gladly bear for the privilege of being with Joshua. To his credit, Joshua swiftly and politely silenced anything that reached his ears.

The weeks flew by; and on the 30th day from his initial hasty proposal, Viscount Joshua Hong appeared once more on your doorstep just before suppertime. (This time with notice- Dotty had been able to prepare her venison pie.)

"My father is away on business," you informed Joshua as you led him to the dining room where your siblings were all waiting for supper to be served. "So I am afraid that you will not be able to ask for his permission to propose to me again."

"How unfortunate," Joshua said with a chuckle as Lily ran up to him and greeted him with a hug. He lifted her into his arms easily and set her down in her seat at the table. "It would be very inappropriate to propose to you without permission- but whose permission shall I seek?"

Chan piped up. "You could ask Jihoon."

Jihoon looked up from his plate with a raised eyebrow. "I would not dare to assume such a monumental responsibility. You will have to seek permission elsewhere."

"Seokmin?" Joshua asked.

Seokmin shrugged. "Ask me again after supper. I am too hungry to grant any permissions at the moment."

Joshua chuckled. "Chan?"

Chan rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "I could be persuaded… for the price of an Arabian horse, perhaps?"

"Absolutely not," you said firmly.

Joshua settled down into his seat and turned to your little sister Lily, who was looking up at him with a big smile and a gap in her teeth.

"What shall I do, Lily?" Joshua asked her with a mock sigh. "I had hoped to propose to your elder sister tonight, but your father is not in town and none of your brothers will grant me permission."

Lily frowned. "Why do you need permission?"

"It is good manners to seek the permission of a woman's loved ones before making an offer to her."

"Then I shall grant you permission, Viscount Hong! You may marry my sister."

You couldn't hold back your laugh; Nessie giggled and the corner of even Jihoon's lips curved upwards. Joshua gracefully accepted her permission and then turned to you with his usual handsome, charming smile.

"Well, Miss Lee; what say you? Will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?" Joshua asked you with a chuckle. Lily looked up at you expectantly with big eyes.

You smiled back at Joshua.

"Well, since Lily has granted her permission…"

"Is that a yes?"

"Yes, Viscount Hong. I would be honoured to become your wife."

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quirkwizard · 6 months ago

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If Yui used her quirk on a box filled with items, would the items inside get their size altered as well or just the box itself

So with contact based Quirks, it requires some direct contact with the target in order to alter it. Some of them have been able to make the affect spread to other targets touching whatever they are touching, but those are few and far between and are often powerful deviations, like fully powered "Decay" or Awakened "Zero Gravity". So say if Yui touched a box of her newest Ultraman action figure. It would only change the size of the box and new the toy inside of it, preventing it from bursting out of the box like it did in the commercial.

#My Hero Academia #Quirks #Yui Kodai #Size #Tomura Shigaraki #Decay #Ochako Uraraka #Uraravity #Zero Gravity

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fruitymarcy · 1 year ago

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Wow. Alright lemme gush about these pages of MHA 393 for a moment. First of all, A Girl’s Ego as a chapter itself is beautiful. It’s part of the culmination of a long story of the greatest heroine in training vs the greatest villainess in training, with many plot threads intertwining in these recent chapters weaving a beautiful web. These pages in particular really hit hard for me personally

Here we see Ochako complimenting Toga’s smile. It’d seem like an incredibly small thing to those who don’t know Toga’s story, but in reality this moment is huge for Toga. Toga was always judged and mistreated for who she is and how she acts. Her own parents feared her and were disgusted by her, treating her as though she shouldn’t have been born. To see the girl she’s been trying to kill in cold blood compliment her so called devious smile…it moves her to tears. Her entire life she’s been told by just about everyone around her that there’s something fundamentally wrong with her, that she’s inhuman. There must be a part of her wondering why she’s trying to kill the person who’s treated her the most kindly, why her bloodlust has overtaken her love, a love that was once her strongest trait

This moment. This moment is everything that the entire My Hero Academia series has lead to for Ochako and Toga. Ochako’s quirk, Zero Gravity, has awakened, and she uses her newfound immense power not to harm Toga, but to protect herself and those around her from Toga’s onslaught, and to get closer to her. Ochako doesn’t want to be like the heroes of the past who treated the world as black and white and delivered justice by any means necessary for their perception of the greater good. Ochako wants to be a compassionate hero who uses her power not to kill or harm but to save and protect. The news reporter, who earlier in the chapter had talked about Toga being just one girl who’s emotions were transforming the world with her Sad Man’s Legion attack, shifts focus to Ochako: just one girl who’s emotions are transforming the world with her quirk awakening. Ochako’s compassion overtakes Toga’s sadness and hate as Ochako extends her hand to a sobbing Toga. This is it. Ochako Uraraka in this moment defines herself as greater than so many heroes before her. Ochako explains that while she can’t erase Toga’s past and can’t approve of it, she’s willing to give Toga a lifetime’s worth of her blood if it means having the chat about romance Toga wanted. Ochako is willing to risk her health over her entire lifetime in order to give Toga enough blood so that she can be mentally stable and control her urges. Ochako is offering to give so much to the person trying to kill her, because she knows Toga is, and always was, just a traumatized girl in pain who needs someone to help her. Ochako has finally come into her own as a true hero

#my hero academia #mha #boku no hero academia #bnha #ochako uraraka #uraraka ochako #ochaco uraraka #uravity #himiko toga #toga himiko #mha 393 #bnha 393 #shonen jump #manga

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dysfunctional-family-fight · 1 year ago

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"All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way"—Leo Tolstoy

Behold, our 64 dysfunctional families!

Round One will start Monday, July 24, with 8 polls released a day. Polls will go on for a week.

Matchups below the cut!

The Batfamily (DCU) VS the Entrati Family (Warframe)

2. The Roys (Succession) VS The Todoroki family (My Hero Academia)

3. The Asanos (Assassination Classroom) VS the Aether family (Pokémon Sun & Moon)

4. The Mikaelsons (The Vampire Diaries / The Originals) VS the Bluths (Arrested Development)

5. Fire Nation Royal Family (Avatar: The Last Airbender) VS the Okiura family (AI: the Somnium Files)

6. The Wang family (Everything Everywhere All at Once) VS The Entire Pantheon of Greek Gods (Greek Mythology)

7. Loustat Family (Interview With The Vampire) VS the Schnees (RWBY)

8. The Samtheon (Friends at the Table - Seasons of Hieron) VS the Shijimas (Kamen Rider Drive)

9. The House of Finwë (The Silmarillion) VS the Preaker/Crellins (Sharp Objects)

10. The Crowders (Justified FX) VS the Falsettos family (Falsettos)

11. The Homunculi (Fullmetal Alchemist) VS the Chrobin family (Fire Emblem Awakening)

12. The Horsemans (Bojack Horseman) VS DGP Staff Family (Kamen Rider Geats)

13. Big Mom Family (One Piece) VS the Buendía Family (One Hundred Years of Solitude)

14. John and his lyctors (The Locked Tomb) VS Familia Madrigal (Encanto)

15. Agreste/Graham de Vanily/Fathom family (Miraculous Ladybug) VS the Wattersons (The Amazing World of Gumball)

16. House Greyjoy (A Song Of Ice And Fire) VS the Ushiromiya family (Umineko When They Cry)

17. The Hargreeves (Umbrella Academy) VS the Gemstones (The Righteous Gemstones)

18. The Winchesters (Supernatural) VS House Davar (Stormlight Archive/Cosmere)

19. The Gravity Brothers (Bungou Stray Dogs) VS King Arthur's Family (Arthurian mythology)

20. The Reynolds + Charlie + Mac (It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia) VS the Fowls (Artemis Fowl)

21. The Sohma Clan (Fruits Basket) VS Essun's family (The Broken Earth trilogy)

22. Clear Sky's family (Warrior Cats) VS the Strider-Lalondes (Homestuck)

23. Tachibana Sakuya + Kamijou Mutsuki (Kamen Rider Blade) VS the Minyards+Nicky (All For the Game/Foxhole Court)

24. The Mishima Clan (Tekken) VS the Donquixote family (One Piece)

25. The Fey family (Ace Attorney) VS the Klim family (Zero Escape)

26. Marika's Bloodline (Elden Ring) VS the Lehnsherr-Maximoff+ Family (Marvel)

27. The House of Atreus (Greek Mythology) VS the Lucis Caelum Family (Final Fantasy XV)

28. The Muniz family (Malcolm in the Middle) VS the Jiang family (Mo Dao Zu Shi)

29. The Gallaghers (Shameless) VS the Kirigaya-Yuki family (Sword Art Online Abridged)

30. The Hoovers (Little Miss Sunshine) VS the Afton family (Five Nights at Freddy's)

31 . The Puppingtons (Moral Orel) VS the Simpsons (The Simpsons)

32. The Whitleys (Prodigal Son) VS the Zoldycks (Hunter X Hunter)

#bracket #dysfunctional family fight #tournament #tumblr bracket #tumblr tournament #round one

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nouearth · 4 months ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/nouearth/757499823477981184/the-pairing-makes-me-cackle?source=share

no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the balcony, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the kitchen island, vertically, horizontally, while I gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried, against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on his motorcycle, the the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jittering, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, toe curling, back scratching, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, can't walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, slendid, phenomenal, mouth foamir heavenly, awakening, devils tango ever. bro could put a nuclear bomb inside me and l'd still let him hit with absolutely zero hesitation.

💌 : well yes!

#✰ : nou.asks #my hole is aching

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aashi-heartfilia · 1 year ago

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Ochako's Quirk Awakening Ideas 💡

So here is a post that has been in my drafts for what? Like 4-5 months, and now I'm finally posting it! So, with all the chaos going on in the manga I think it's the perfect moment for Ochako's Quirk to awaken and here are some ideas about how it could happen and what new moves she could unlock next!

Zero Gravity Sphere:

A bubble of gravity under which everything floats in zero gravity. Could be used to trap opponents and keep them suspended in ZG will make them nauseous and hinder their mobility.

Grav Burst Turbo:

Ochako using her spring boots and thrusters to generate momentum, and jumping from building to building and then suddenly using Zero Satellites to hurl objects at her opponents.

It is basically a combo of her Zero Satellites and Space Walk. This is one of the most realistic moves I could think of given her costume and quirk factors.

Uravity Continental Punch:

This was a kind of gravity release combo. We have seen how she can release the gravity using her 'Release' technique but what if she can contain it and use it as a power punch?

Black Hole:

Just like how her ideal hero 13 uses Black Holes, Uravity could do that too. After using tons of zero gravity, she can open a portal or hole of darkness under which she can trap her opponents.

Ochako was always a fan of 13, so it's a shame she never even interacted with her again after the USJ arc. Feels like such a wasted opportunity!

Milky Way:

I just thought that this name was cool. If she could have a move like Zero Gravity: Spacewalk then why not the Milky Way?

Jupiter Blast:

The most powerful ultimate move I could think of. Here she uses her Zero Gravity to the max and floats multiple objects but instead of releasing them, she builds up power inside of her and then she could use this Jupiter like power on some opponent!

Like if she has lifted 5 tons of weight, she will store that energy for some time and it ultimately becomes a ball of that Jupiter like power and she could throw the entire thing at her opponents. I don't think a villain will survive after being hit by 5 tons of weight.

If you've seen Fairytail and remember the battle between Wendy and Ezel in Tartaros, then you know what I mean!

Ultimate Comet Rush:

An upgraded version of her Comet Home Run. It was a move she used against Iida and Bakugo, where she takes multiple floating objects and launches them at a high speed using a heavy object . Now she could have come up with an upgraded version of this move. This could show how far she has come as a hero.

Zero Gravity Unlimited:

She can float everything in a particular range without needing to touch anything. It looks like she has unlimited gravity at her command.

Gravity Plus:

Not in this fight but I hope, this anime's original move becomes canon in manga. Maybe after this war is sorted out, she could be shown using it to capture villains and doing hero work and stuff.

So, that was my speculation. Now I would like to hear yours! Let me know in the comments section down below!

Note that these images are from anime/manga/fanarts and the credit goes to the respective artists.

Cheers! Sunshine!

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dendrobiumorchid · 1 year ago

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

✦ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : a demon is tasked to live in the mortal realm for a whole year amongst humans under the order of hades. when meddling demons mess with her documents before ascension to the human realm, she is forced to attend university, where she meets a semi-popular group of boys who take an odd liking to her.

✦ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : ot7!enhypen x fem!oc

✦ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : non-idol!au, university!au, demon!au

✦ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 : major death, mentions of torture, blood, mentions of bad parents, inaccurate depictions of god, (lmk if there's anything i missed)

✦ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 2.9k words

✦ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : appearance of nct members (mark & yuta)

zero | one

She wished she was never born. At least to her current parents, the ones who inflicted this pain on her. While they weren’t physically causing her this pain, their actions were the reason why there was an agonising burn in her back and her chest.

The rope was rough against her skin, the weight of her body and gravity against the rope dug into her neck and cut off the air going to her lungs and brain. She could not even make noises as they had cut off her tongue.

Blood pooled in her mouth, dripping down her chin and to the floor. If she gasped, the blood would rush down her throat and drown her. It was cruel of the men who put her through this. She had been hanging for a few minutes already, yet she was still not dead yet.

Why must they put her through this torture? She was just heading home from the market after buying something her mother needed when a group of men abducted her from the streets. They had whipped her, poked her with hot metal, beaten her within an inch of her life, and carved her tongue out, while they jeered and mocked her cries of pain. All because of her parents’ actions.

She was exhausted. She didn’t know how long she had been abducted for she was in and out of consciousness from the pain. If she had to guess however, it had been two days at least if not more. She wondered what atrocities she had committed to go through this torment.

Finally, black spots were covering her vision and she could feel the asphyxiation do its harm. She smiled at the relief she would finally gain. Hopefully, the Heavens would have mercy on her in the next life.

“Wake up.”

Her eyes fluttered open at the voice. Why wasn’t she dead? She couldn’t feel the agony anymore. Her back was not burning and she could feel her tongue in her mouth, intact and whole. She whipped her head around, glancing at her surroundings of perfect blue skies and white fluffy clouds beneath her body.

“You’ve finally awakened.”

The voice spoke once more, its voice booming yet whispering simultaneously. The voice was neither man nor woman, high nor low. It was ambiguous, and yet it left a warmth in her. However, she was still left questioning her current existence. Was she saved? Had someone found her body before she succumbed to her injuries?

Her mind spiralled and her breathing picked up and the unanswered questions invading her mind, until the voice spoke again.

“Do not panic. I’ll answer your questions one-by-one.”

She listened to the voice, taking a few deep breaths before calming her mind. Letting out a cough, she brushed her hand through her hair before taking another deep breath.

“Calm now?”

She nodded her head and a chair materialised out of nowhere next to her. She jumped back at the chair, whipping her head around as she tried to wrap her mind around at its sudden existence.

“Take a seat, and I’ll answer any questions you have.”

She gulped, sitting herself down on the chair while glancing around. She tucked her hands under her legs and asked her first few questions.

“Where am I? And who are you?”

“You’re in the heavens, and I’m the ruler of it.”

She blanched at the voice’s answer. Anxiety and disbelief soaring into the heavens— fitting in her current predicament. Despite her ill-timed joke, she did not laugh, but instead felt as if someone threw a stone at her head.

“I…died?”

“Yes, you unfortunately passed away due to the injuries and asphyxiation. Now, your soul is in heaven and ready to work for me.”

“Work for you?”

What did they mean by work for them? Was she to turn into an angel and work for God?

“Yes.”

Her head whipped up at their reply. Could God read her mind? Had she asked her question aloud?

“Yes, I can read your mind and you didn’t say your questions out loud.”

Her mind deteriorated instantly. For God to constantly be in her mind made her uncomfortable. Her only sanctuary was now accessible to others, and without her consent as well. Nonetheless, she gave up on the subject, God being able to access her mind shouldn't have shocked her that much.

“Are my…parents saddened by my death?”

God stayed silent at her question and she lowered her head in bitter understandment. Of course her parents would not be saddened by her death, they were the reasons she had passed away after all.

“What did you mean by ‘work for you’?”

God didn’t seem to mind the sudden topic switch, instead they seemed relieved by it.

“You’re going to become an angel, and help the mortals with their issues. Like, granting their prayers and whatnot, with my permission obviously.”

Being an angel didn’t seem that bad, maybe she’d like it.

“That’s great! You’ll start right now!”

Suddenly, her chair disappeared while a pair of wings and a halo materialised rapidly. She let out a sound of utter confusion and astonishment.

God let out a chuckle, before the clouds parted to reveal a glowing light.

“Apologies, but your mind is still too mortal to comprehend my physical form, so I had to transform myself into a light to protect your mind from imploding on itself.”

The knowledge God imparted only caused her to nod her head dumbly.

“Now, let’s start your first mission. There’s a child who wishes to grow taller; you are to sprinkle this dust on their body when they’re asleep.”

God placed a pouch of what she guessed was mystical dust before the clouds beneath her feet parted. She let out a shriek, falling from the heavens and down to earth rapidly.

“Use your wings.”

God reminded, and she quickly urged her newly-acquired wings to flutter, just so she wouldn’t become a grotesque puddle on the dirt. Thankfully, they listened, and now she was slowly fluttering down to a house where she assumed the child was sleeping in.

She phased through the roof of the house and ended up in the child’s bedroom. Ignoring the odd feeling of being in a child’s bedroom secretly while everyone was asleep, she took a handful of the mystical dust and sprinkled it on top of the child, granting their wish.

Finished with her ‘mission’, she flew back to the heavens where God awaited her, still in their incorporeal form.

“Great! You’ve finished your first mission with no difficulties! Now, you just have to meet a quota of one prayer per day!”

She thought that God was weirdly ecstatic about the prospect of her granting prayers, maybe they were tired of answering many prayers everyday since the dawn of civilisation. Well, it shouldn’t be that hard.

“Anyway, you’re free to roam around and intermingle with the other angels until your next mission tomorrow.”

A golden gate that she hadn’t noticed before opened at God’s words. Past the gates were other angels flying about, chatting and laughing with each other. It truly looked like what every depiction of the Heavens were.

She made her way to the gate, only to pause at the opening and gaze at the seemingly organised chaos inside. Taking a deep breath, she took a few steps pass the gate before relaxing when she didn’t light on fire.

Maybe she could get used to this life.

“By the way, your daily quota increases every few months until it reaches 100 prayers per day! Have a nice time!”

She whipped her head back to stare at the gate in horror as it slammed shut, God’s words running through her mind. 100 prayers per day? That was impossible! God, kill her now.

‘No can do, dear Peony.’

God’s voice echoed teasingly in her mind, but she didn’t pay much attention to it. Instead, her attention was directed to what they had called her.

‘Peony?’

‘You were wearing a beizi with a peony embroidered onto it. So, I thought it would be fitting for it to be your angel name.’

God’s explanation was sound, yet it left a bitter feeling in her mouth. She hadn’t liked the beizi her mother forced her to wear, and to be tortured in it didn’t help, but she wouldn’t dare mention it to God, not when they seemed proud of it. Just like a maidservant in the royal palace, she wouldn’t dare go against the words of those in power.

She sighed but joined the other angels, easily mingling with the friendlier angels of the bunch, although they were all nice.

That was over 600 years ago. Now it was the 17th century and she was still a prayer-granting-angel. She had gained another six pairs of wings a few centuries ago, indicating her rank of being a high-ranged angel. Everyday she grants wishes of mortals who worry over small issues like love and everyday endeavours. She couldn’t help but be jealous of the mortals at times; she wanted to worry about whether the boy she likes would reciprocate her feelings as well.

Regardless, she sucked it up and tried her best to ignore the prickling sensation in her heart every time she granted their prayers, until one fateful day.

“Dear God, please let Kim Seokhwa return my feelings.”

It was a standard prayer, the girl had prayed for the reciprocation of her feelings so she made her way to the house of the boy.

When she phased through the roof of his house however, it was dead silent. She couldn’t hear anything except for the sounds of hushed crying. Phasing through the walls of his roof, she found Seokhwa in his bathroom, curled up in the tub while tears streamed down his face.

He was nearly stark naked save for his underwear, however she didn’t pay much regard to it. Her attention was instead focused on the cuts and bruises that littered his skin. Some were old and fading while others looked to be fresh from a few hours ago.

She was horrified. Why was he beaten and bruised? Was he getting abused?

“Dear God, why does she keep treating me like this? What did I do to gain her anger? I wish she would stop. I wish Jung Taeha would just get what she deserves!”

His cries to God rang in her mind. The pouch of mystical dust in her hand felt heavy as she realised what she could do. Her eyes flitted from the pouch to the curled up boy and she threw away any and every inhibition in her mind.

While she felt bad for not granting the girl’s prayer, this was more important. She muttered a tiny ‘sorry’ that went unheard by the boy and entered his mind. She felt bad for invading his privacy but she needed to know who this Jung Taeha was. However the mental image of the girl in question made her blood boil.

She immediately zipped her way to the culprit’s house, the pouch of dust clenched tightly in her fist. She phased through the wall, where the figure of Jung Taeha,the girl whose prayer she had nearly granted, was sleeping in her bed.

There was no hesitation when she poured the mystical dust over the cruel girl’s body. In fact, there was a sadistic satisfaction when the mystical dust started burning Taeha’s skin. Taeha launched herself upright, screaming at the indescribable pain that she was undergoing.

Taeha ran to the bathroom and blasted the shower, trying her best to relieve the burning sensation but to no avail. She continued to scream while her parents banged on her door, demanding why she was screaming like bloody murder.

All the while, she watched as Taeha’s flesh melted off her bone and the girl crumpled into a ball of melted flesh and exposed bone, basking in the righteous fate the girl had faced and returned to the boy’s room.

Seokhwa was sleeping soundly in his bed, unaware of the atrocity she had committed. She snapped her fingers, and another pouch of mystical dust materialised in her hands. She grabbed a pinch of the dust and sprinkled it over his body, chanting a healing prayer in her mind as she did so.

Once she was satisfied with her work, she phased through his roof one last time and flew back to the Heavens. Yet, when she reached the fluffy white clouds, they would not part for her, even when she forced them to.

“Peony, do you understand what you have done?!”

God’s voice bellowed out, anger lacing each word with venom. She didn’t understand what was wrong, she had brought justice to an innocent.

“That boy’s prayer was not supposed to be granted! The girl had not deserved the harm you inflicted on her!”

“How did she not deserve the fate I bestowed upon her? She is fortunate that the boy’s wish was only for comeuppance and not her life!”

Thunderstruck all around her, some nearly hitting her as she stared defiantly at the Heavens. God merely growled at her words, attempting to soothe the anger boiling inside of them.

“It is not your task to decide the girl’s fate.”

“Yet you are incapable of delivering justice!”

Her insult cut off God’s words, destroying all restraint in the being.

“How dare you insult me! I created you! I gave you life! I turned you into an angel!”

“You only turned me into an angel to do your bidding! Granting prayer after prayer for several centuries! I only became an angel because you handed me an ill-fated life!”

Her words only spurred more anger in God, who was unable to deny her statement. Lightning struck closer to her and she knew that it was only a matter of time before God lost their temper and struck her directly.

“Fine, if your mortal life is what you believed to be ill-fated, I will show you something worse!”

Lightning finally struck. She let out an anguished scream at the ineffable pain as she felt a scorching burn in her wings before they halted completely, causing her to fall from the skies. From the corner of her teary eyes, she could spot four of her wings incinerated into ashes, dirtying her remaining wings.

An excruciating pain exploded in her head as her halo broke in two, before stabbing itself into her forehead and mended with her skull. Blood leaked from her halo-turned-horns, dripping into her eyes and leaving a stinging sensation.

She plummeted from the Heavens, past the mortal realm, and into the scorching depths of the Underworld. Her body collided with the dirt of the damned and her bleary eyes peered at the Heavens.

“For committing a deadly sin, Huang Yangyao will now serve as a demon for the rest of her existence, unable to repent and return as an angel in the Heavens.”

God’s words were declared for all the angels and demons to hear, ultimately sealing her fate as a demon in the Underworld.

Whimpers fell from her throat as the aftershocks of the transition ached her tender limbs. She could barely register the words of the demons surrounding as they crowded her being.

“Move! Don’t—deals—back—work!”

The muffled words quietened and she could feel a pair of hands on her delicate body, lightly shaking her.

“Are you alright?”

She could barely nod her head in response and she heard the demon tsk before calling out to someone.

“Hyung! Can you give her something? She’s still reeling!”

Feet shuffling and clothes ruffling could be heard as the demon that held her continued to lightly shake her, as if to make sure she stayed conscious. There was a pause before she felt something cold pressed to her lips, and liquid dribbled into her mouth.

“Drink that, it should help with the pain.”

A different voice sounded out this time. It was calmer than the other demon—more authoritative, making her less panicked. She obeyed the voice, swallowing the drink that flowed into her mouth until she felt her aches disappear and bones mend back together.

The drink was pulled away from her and she felt something damp wipe across her face, ridding her from most of the blood that caked her face. She cracked open her eyes, registering the reds and browns of the Underworld before focusing on the demons that surrounded her.

“You alright now?”

She nodded her head and the demon closest to her pulled her up into a sitting position.

“Welcome to the Underworld. I’m Mark and he’s Yuta.”

She bowed her head towards them before standing up from the ground, stumbling slightly at the shift of weight on her back. She muttered out a ‘sorry’ to the both of them before stretching out her wings, feeling ache in her back.

She craned her head back to see two pairs of black wings instead of four pairs of white wings, and a pang of sadness and despair in her heart. She reached up to her forehead to feel the two halves of her halo embedded in her skull.

She sighed, but disregarded her sadness. She folded back her wings and combed her fingers through her hair.

“Hello, my name is Huang Yangyao. I will be in your care.”

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just-some-guy-joust · 7 months ago

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Just Some Guy Joust - Contestants List

Note: This is NOT the order of the brackets. Like with the last tournament, the order of the brackets will be a surprise. This list was randomized from the brackets I set up and does not represent who each character will be up against. The only thing you know for sure which side of the bracket they're on. When the polls go up, they'll be posted in order based on the list here, NOT based on where their brackets actually are!

Round 2 of both sides of the tourney is now over!

(Full list of surviving characters in text format is under the cut. Please refer to this post if you want the full list of all characters in text format)

Side A

Sasha James (The Magnus Archives)

Junpei (Zero Escape)

Horse (Centaurworld)

Gordon Freeman (HLVRAI)

Namari (Dungeon Meshi)

Henry Stickmin (Henry Stickmin)

Stanley (The Stanley Parable)

Larry (Pokemon)

Barry the Quokka (The Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog)

April O'Neil (TMNT - All versions)

Matt (Woe.Begone)

Gilear Faeth (Fantasy High - Dimension 20)

Apollo Justice (Ace Attorney)

Stahl (Fire Emblem: Awakening)

Brian Pasternack (Yuppie Psycho)

Trevor Hills (American Arcadia)

Side B

Carol Kohl (Carol and The End of The World)

Paul Matthews (The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals)

Satou Hiroshi (Disastrous Life of Saiki K.)

Michelle Nguyen (Welcome to Night Vale)

Tad Strange (Gravity Falls)

The Bard (Wandersong)

Nick Carraway (The Great Gatsby)

Connecticut Clark (FlorkofCows)

Samwise Gamgee (Lord of the Rings)

Hitomi Shizuki (Madoka Magica)

Junpei Iori (Persona 3)

Peter Sqloint (Just Roll With It: Apotheosis)

Cabbage Merchant (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Greg Universe (Steven Universe)

Elsen (OFF)

Mob (Mob Psycho 100)

#here we go again #tumblr showdown #tumblr tournament #brackets #some guy joust #when polls post you'll be able to find them easily using the next tag ->#tournament poll

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waynes-multiverse · 2 years ago

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Everything I Wanted

Summary: For once, Dean Winchester had everything he ever wanted and was convinced he’d found a glitch in the matrix of bad luck and heartbreak – until his dream turned into a nightmare. Alternate ending to On The Beach.

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader (past)

Warnings: angst, heartbreak, hurt, death, mentions of a disease, no happy ending

Word Count: 1.1k (painfully curated words you wish I never wrote)

A/N: In hindsight, I’m really glad I didn’t put this into the OG fic, but this is for the ones that love to be tormented with that twinge of pain... 🖤 Inspired by everything i wanted by Billie Eilish. Listen to that song and watch the video for another layer of heartbreak.

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It’s cold and dark. There is no moon, no stars in the black and bleak night sky. He can sniff the below-zero temperature in the air, in the wind that howls around him, but he can’t feel it stinging, can’t feel the harsh needle pricks of idle winter. There’s no amount of physical pain that could bother him, not anymore, no awakening jolt that could compete with the ache in his chest – until that last human affliction went away as well.

His skin, his bones, his heart – it’s all numb, lifeless and empty like the body he’s burning on the pyre.

Flakes fall around him, coming down like the snow he has watched so many times on this beach before, hand holding hers in a vice-like grip, hoping the knot is tied firmly enough to keep her boat from floating away from his shore. Anchored to each other forever.

This time, however, the snowflakes are not white flickers of hope. They don’t announce a new beginning, no lighthouse shining its beam to guide her back to him. There is no happy ending in sight. This time, it’s a gray swirl of ash, a storm of forlornness. Death and doldrums.

She came like a dream, a flame that melted the pricking ice, which had slowly crawled through his red-blooded veins and festered in his heart over decades – years of torture, travail, and torment. But she was magic, the truest and purest form he’d ever witnessed. She cast a smile on his face without even trying, and boy, whenever she did try, he was deep in trouble – the good kind and never the bad.

For a moment, the usually unkind stars in the universe aligned. For once, he got everything he ever wanted. A small and cozy house he called a home, a love that warmed his blood and soul, and a tomorrow he was excited to see and experience. Two fated hearts found each other and connected in an impossibly cold world, an invisible string tying them together for eternity, defying improbable odds like defying gravity. No pair of scissors, no knife, no cruel weapon of life could’ve snapped that bond. He thoroughly ensured the knot was tethered firmly. God, he swears he did…

“You know, when I wake up, all I see is you with me,” Dean whispers in the dark as they lie face to face on fluffy clouds of pillows, a reluctant smile twitching on his lips as he softly brushes a few rogue strands of hair behind her ear.

Y/N mirrors his smile and catches his lips in an ever-lasting and reaffirming kiss as she nuzzles impossibly closer. “Funny. I was gonna say the same thing. You’re a daydream, Winchester.”

He playfully rolls his green eyes, orbs sparkling with flustered love. “Okay, now you’re just making fun of me.”

Her teeth sink mischievously into her bottom lip as she shakes her head, giggling. “Never.”

The hunter can’t help but snort at her teasing, his heart warming so much that it’s competing with the burning furnace in the bedroom as the annual winter blizzard ravages outside the bay window. “You know, sometimes I’m not sure I even deserve you…”

“You do,” she tells him without a quiver of hesitation. “I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. If you did, you wouldn’t wonder for a second why you’re here with me.”

He swallows the anxious lump in his dried throat, a constant reminder that the happiness, the love – it all could be fleeting, disappear and disintegrate with the inhumane snap of someone’s fingers. Gone and dusted in a blink of a distracted eye.

“As long as I’m here, no one can hurt you, sweetheart,” he assures her and, most of all, himself, calloused and beaten fingers caressing her soft and rosy cheek before he locks his promise with a searing kiss that vows to tear worlds apart if someone dares to challenge it.

She left like a nightmare. It wasn’t a monster, a demon, or a force of evil that took her. It wasn’t something or someone he could fight. There was nothing and no one he could blame, not even himself. There was no weapon, no spell, and no miracle that could save her. There was no potion that could cure her.

It started with harmless coughs, a common winter cold, which suddenly morphed into terrifying sounds and formidable scarlet stains on white tissues during one unsuspecting movie night in front of the fireplace – a calm and quiet night like any other. Soon, however, the calmness and peace were things of the past. All there was left then were only endless scans and prolonged hospital stays and hopeless statistics and experimental medications and helpless attempts to find a way where there was none and silent prayers of desperation in sterile chapels.

No one could ever hear him, though, no matter how loudly he screamed for help. His head was underwater, pleas echoing in empty vastness as his heart capsized and sunk to the bottom of the deepest, darkest sea. His lungs filled with salt water with each despondent breath he took. His flailing arms grew tired the more he struggled against the current, trying to swim back to the surface, trying to pull himself ashore and rescue her with him. He tried till there was nothing left but drowning.

And then, one morning, when the sunbeams filtered through the slats of the bay window like a cosmic joke, his lost emeralds fluttered open and couldn’t see her anymore. All they found was an empty space on the mattress, a cold side of the bed, and an untouched pillow without a head resting upon it.

Y/N wasn’t with him any longer, the knot loose and the string broken.

As the fire burns down and the last flame flickers to stay alive, his knees become so weak he relinquishes the remainder of his strength and sinks into the cold sand, his boots flooding with ocean water as he wishes he could get swallowed by the waves.

“Dean, it’s time,” Sam’s voice tears through the numbness before the green-eyed hunter feels the warmth of small arms around his neck and press against his back.

“I’m still here, Daddy,” his four-year-old daughter reminds him in a soft whisper, and Dean knows then and there that he has to keep fighting. He made a promise.

See? It’s like a partially happy ending... Yeah, yeah, I know. I’m an asshole. Love you guys 😘 *hands out tissues*

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