#with someone who had no life before her. with someone EASILY impressed EASILY manipulated EASILY led.

[juliareed]

Tell me how does it feel When your heart grows cold? How does it feel? How should I feel? Tell me how does it feel To treat me like you do?

[f1byjessie]

HE LIKES MY AMERICAN SMILE ━━ OP81.

love is a wild ride, and logan sargeant's sister is about to find this out the hard way.

( oscar piastri x sargeant!reader )

━━ part three.

“Are you sure this is gonna work?” You look down at the post. The photos, carefully taken a few nights ago while getting ready for a dinner gala you’d been brought along to as Sophia’s plus one, are pretty. She and you had scrolled and sorted and scrolled and sorted some more trying to pick the perfect ones, and then you’d written and rewritten the caption more times than you could count before finally settling on something vague but faintly implicit.

You study it for a moment longer, then look back up to your friend.

She smirks. “Trust me. It'll work. I got an ex-boyfriend to come crawling back begging for another chance by making him think I was already moving on.”

“It just seems… mean,” you murmur, frowning. You want Oscar to like you— you want it a lot— but you're not sure if this is the way you want to go about it. “Isn’t this just manipulating him?”

Sophia sighs and falls back onto the bed beside you. She gives you a look, gestures down to your phone, and then curls around your shoulder so she can peer down at the screen. “It’s not a soft launch. There’s no guy. The caption doesn’t mention anyone. If he gets the impression that you’re with someone else, then that’s on him.”

You trust her, of course, but this is Oscar. You’ve known him for years. He’s your brother’s best friend, and for the longest time, he was the closest thing you had to a best friend too. As twins, anything Logan did you tended to do with him— soccer, swimming, biking. You even had shared birthday parties growing up. Karting was the first real thing he’d done on his own, but even then you’d always been close by, and that meant you’d always been close by to Oscar too.

Like she can sense your continued hesitation, Sophia speaks up again. “If you post that, and he doesn’t react, then that’s that. You don’t have to do it again.”

“I just— I don’t know.” You worry your lip between your teeth. “I just don’t think it’s the type of thing that he’d go for. He’s, you know, polite like that, I guess? If he thought I was taken, or moving on, or something, then he’d respect that and wouldn’t bother me.”

The silence hangs in the room. She’s still leaning against you, one hand rubbing your shoulder comfortingly and the other hugging you into her. When you stand, she lets you go easily, watching as you begin to pace the length of your bedroom, phone clenched tightly in your hands.

When you finally come to a halt in the corner farthest from the bed, you turn and meet her gaze shyly, “What if he stops ‘maybe’ having feelings for me because he thinks I'm taken? Or, what if he thinks I’m not interested and so he doesn’t ever bring it up?”

“Then you take one for the team and you tell him,” she shrugs. “Woman up and admit that the entire time you were out in that fancy dress of yours with those roses, you’d wished it was him who had gotten them for you and you’d wanted it to be him you were getting dressed up for.”

You look back down to your phone.

You’ve never done this before— boys, at least. The chase. Europe hadn’t been a very easy place to live— not with a schedule that made keeping friends virtually impossible, let alone a boyfriend. When you moved back to the United States, you were focused more on your career, prioritizing yourself over anything else.

You’d been single for so long that you hadn’t been in any hurry to change things, but now the lack of experience is making you nervous. Apart from movies and books and the borderline horror stories Sophia has told you about her own disastrous love life, you don’t know the first thing about dating.

“Y/N, is this about Oscar or something else?”

You look up, still biting at your lip. “What if we break up and I’ve ruined a friendship?”

Sophia raises an eyebrow, “Is he the kind of guy that would throw away a friendship because things didn’t work out?”

“I don’t know! That’s the problem! I wanna say no, that he’d be totally fine and we would be able to pretend like nothing happened and go back to how we were before it all, but I can’t,” you cross the room and lower yourself onto the bed again. “Context matters too. What if it’s a really messy breakup and we can never look at each other the same? What if he does something so unforgivable that it ruins his friendship with my brother? Logan worked hard to make friends and this first season was rough for him. He’s the only American driver on the grid, and they weren’t exactly welcoming. But Oscar was there for him and I would never forgive myself if I did something to ruin that.”

“What could Oscar do that would be so unforgivable it would ruin a friendship?”

You fall back onto the mattress. “I don’t know that either! Realistically he wouldn’t do anything because that’s just who he is— he’s like the nicest most genuinely sweet guy I’ve ever met. But I’m not a fortune teller! I can’t look into the future and know that he won’t get tired of me and go find some other girl, or, I don’t know.”

You can feel tears burning at the back of your eyes and wipe at them harshly.

Sophia notices and lays down beside you, pulling you into her side again. She runs her fingers through your hair and lets you compose yourself a bit more before she speaks up again. When she does, it’s— “You’re so afraid of the worst-case scenario that you aren’t even letting yourself take the chance. Sometimes you just gotta leap before you look and believe that you’ll land on solid ground.”

“I hate when you get philosophical on me,” you murmur, a soft laugh slipping past your lips.

She sits back up and rolls her eyes, but there’s a gentle smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “Puh-lease. As if you’d ever get anything done without my wizened words of advice.”

You sniffle and wipe the last remnants of tears from your eyes, then sit up with her and look back down at your phone. The unfinished post still stares back up at you.

“What if I just—” you delete the caption for the umpteenth time and let your fingers dance across the screen, “—say this instead?”

Sophia leans over your shoulder, reads the new caption, pauses, and purses her lips. She reads it again, hums, and then breaks out into a grin. An incredulous laugh slips out and she turns to you with shining eyes. “You’re a damn genius! I knew you were worried over nothing. You just gotta stop getting into your head so much.”

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yourusername honey, i’m still free. take a chance on me.

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user WHAT???

user IS THIS A SOFT LAUNCH???

↳ user she’s literally saying she’s still free?? why would she say that if this is a soft launch?? 😭😭

logansargeant should’ve taken me with you 😒

↳ yourusername logie we both know you hate black tie events

user girl idk how you can do it i’d be spilling out of that dress with one wrong turn

user THE ROSES?? THE BABY’S BREATH?? I’M SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS

landonorris slay girl queen boss

↳ yourusername lando… what…

↳ landonorris i’m in my supportive era 😌💅 you should try it sometime

user i NEED to know where that dress is from omg

user oh to be a young rich and beautiful socialite

user not to be delulu but there’s a surprising lack of op81 in these comments 👀

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oscarpiastri it’s summer somewhere right?

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landonorris hm this caption seems familiar 🤨 i wonder what it could be referencing 🤔

user GOOD LUCK IN 2024 OSCAR 🧡🧡🧡

user wishing this were me rn

user i’m too delulu for this rn 😭

↳ user i’m waiting for y/n to show up in these comments

↳ user did they have a fight or smth??? they haven’t commented on each other’s last few posts

user gosh that’s the dream rn

When you answer the unknown number, on your way back to your room with a tub of ice cream and a plan to eat away your disappointment at the failure of Sophia’s plan, the last thing you expect is to hear Lando Norris of all people on the other end. There’s no greeting, no introduction, just an immediate— “Yeah, so, I’m gonna need you to fill me in on the sitch.”

For a brief moment, all you can do is stand there in the hallway with your phone pressed to your ear, wondering if this is real. You’ve had maybe a few brief conversations with Lando throughout your various visits to the paddock across the season, and though he was very nice and polite, and all of your interactions were friendly, you wouldn’t exactly call yourself friends. Certainly not “swap numbers and call one another” type of friends, either. Your most recent socializing has been strictly confined to the comment sections of Instagram posts.

“Hello? Y/N?”

You clear your throat, “Sorry. What?”

“The sitch? Situation? That’s an American slang word, I thought you knew that.” He says it so matter-of-factly. As if that’s the only thing you could be even remotely confused about in this whole interaction.

“No,” you answer, shaking your head as if it’ll somehow straighten out the spinning of your mind. “I know what the word means, Lando. I’m just wondering why you of all people are calling me right now? How’d you even get my number?”

You can hear music and voices on the other end of the line, muffled and distant, and then a door opens and closes and the extra noise is gone. Lando takes a deep breath and sighs, “If you must know, I got it from Alex, who got it from Lily, who got it from you. So, you know, transitive property means technically I got it from you, too.”

“I’m gonna choose to ignore how wrong all of that is,” you mutter, pinching the bridge of your nose as you continue down the hall and eventually slip into your room, shutting the door quietly behind you.

You do recall giving your number to Lily, and the two of you have shared a few messages since the end of the season— mostly typical check-ins and catching up with the happenings of your individual lives. Occasionally she sends you recipes she thinks you’d like, and you do the same. You knew she’d given it to Alex because she’d asked you first if that was okay, and all Alex had sent was a brief well-wishes when Williams had confirmed Logan’s re-signing, accompanied by a short message that Lily was looking forward to seeing you in the paddock again.

Ignoring all of that, however, you focus on the matter at hand. “Why are you calling? Isn’t it crazy late in Monaco right now?”

He hums. “I’m the slightest bit tipsy, but I cannot take it anymore. If I see one more caption with underlying subtext like this is a forbidden romance in a period drama I am going to, quite frankly, lose my mind. I need you to explain to me what in the fuck is going on between you and Oscar.”

You pause, and then you groan. “Oh my God.”

“Yes, ‘oh my God’ indeed. Now please explain.”

You heave a sigh, because you know he isn’t going to drop this, but you also know that if anyone could help you more than Sophia, it’s probably Lando. He’s Oscar’s teammate, and at the very least, if you can’t talk to Logan, you can talk to the only other person who probably knows him just as well.

“It’s a long story,” you mumble, curling up in your bed.

He makes a sound, like a scoff. “Okay? I have plenty of time.”

So you start from the beginning. Between spoonfuls of chocolate ice cream, you detail how it all started because of a message of condolence, how that had led to a rendezvous for drinks, and how that had led even further to him kissing you in the car as he’d dropped you off at your hotel.

He’s silent up until you mention that Oscar hadn’t acknowledged the kiss at all afterward, and then he makes an affronted noise and mutters something under his breath about stupid guys and heads in asses.

You admit that part of it was your own fault, that you hadn’t attempted to communicate either because you’d been afraid of the reaction and potentially the rejection, but that you’d been kicking yourself ever since for missing out on being able to talk face to face about things when you’d had the chance.

It all culminates in you explaining your current situation, and you tell him about your talk with Sophia and then your friend’s self-proclaimed mastermind plan, which had failed spectacularly when Oscar hadn’t even seen the post.

When you’re finished, there’s a moment of silence before he bursts into laughter.

You flush red in embarrassment and hug the tub of ice cream closer to your chest, feeling miserable and ashamed, but also like you deserve it all anyway. The tub isn’t freezing cold anymore, but the chill still seeps in through your shirt faintly, and it’s comforting against the heated blush.

“Sorry,” he says when his cackling has died down to chuckles. “I’m sorry. I’m not laughing at you. I actually do want to help. I genuinely can’t take one more post with a caption that’s all thinly veiled pining.”

You pause, fiddle with your spoon for a moment, and then hesitantly ask— “Do you know if he likes me?”

Lando goes quiet, and then he hums and admits that he doesn’t. “But,” he adds quickly, “just because I don’t have total confirmation doesn’t mean it isn’t basically obvious. Not to toot my own horn or anything, but I know Oscar.”

You sigh, “But how are you going to help? You can’t just ask.”

“I don’t need to,” he answers, like you’re crazy for thinking he’d do something like that. “I’ve got a plan.”

Great. You run a hand down your face and try to stay optimistic. Another plan.

━━ tags: @f1-is-lovely-33 @chasing-liberosis @405rry

━━ a/n: a bit more writing heavy this part, and a bit longer because of it, but i'm proud of how it turned out! we're finally getting somewhere, and now we've got lando joining the team. genuinely had so much fun writing him, so i'm excited to feature him in future parts!

[robin33r]

TAURTIS.

Taurtis isn't talked about enough. He's genuinely gotten drowned out and it's golly awful!!! Everyone's so focused on Sam and grian and their stuff taurtis gets drowned out.

Taurtis is such an anomaly and he is MORE than just some silly guy who's Sam's best friend. I'd argue he's just as bad or maybe even a tad bit worse. Hear me out.

Straight up at the beginning of the series, no one mentions (outside of like 2 people) that taurtis has killed someone and made it on TV while getting away with it. Bros the first murderer we see in the season revealed and hey, this can imply he's done it before and never gotten caught. Taurtis knows damn well how things are and id argue hes the result behind Sam's behavior. Not Yuki, while she did also heavily influence him, he did a lot more damage.

No one ever mentions ot though because he's just a "silly little guy"

Even from the start Taurtis has been seen making these decisions for Sam but the way they work is making it look like the others independent when I can argue they're both codependent on eachother in a way. Taurtis even convinces and forces the idea of Sam doing things for to a sense someone can see "for his (Sam's) own good" When Sam was in love with Sookie and found out she was into women, he was bummed out, however Taurtis was the one who suggested he could chop her up or get Sam to dress as a girl in which; he even protested at first and kept denying. Taurtis in the beginning had a small weird obsession with when things went wrong; they could resort to "chop chop" It is known and we all talk about Sam and Yuki being a yandere but what about Taurtis being one potentially? I know this can be diminished by the nice treatment Salex (I have a whole another yap session about salex and him and sam) The second Sam said he had no chance with Sookie, Taurtis asked about using force and deceiving to help get Sam what he wants. Also for whatever reason he has a TON of images of Sam on his phone canonically?? Am I the only one who's taking that into acc?

Sam is EASILY one of the most quick-to-influence characters in the series and can easily be manipulated, despite being described as a manipulator himself. And the person who's been with him the most in life and who's been living ALONE with for who knows what time? For Sam to having gone down the rabbit hole he is, the person who'd have tk influence that would have to be Taurtis. He encourages and excuses everything and I'd argue he even partakes in stuff in his own time. There's also the fact he has no problem hurting his own friends as well, he's CONSTANTLY being physical with Sam and he doesn't even care with Stabbing him off a building as a friendly gesture to a sense. There's also the fact he literally doesn't care if someone (coughs SAM) plays dress up with him whenever they want, it's fine its whatever right?? He could care less about that stuff

HOWEVER in the end he's still a teenager, he's a genuinely insecure teenager. It's not directly stated however it is very much implied with his reactions and interactions and his need/drive to impress others and for them to be impressed by and to want him. He almost needs people to need him and that's probably part of what makes him happy about Sam's codependency because he knows Sam needs Taurtis. Taurtis needs someone to need him, which is probably what started his infatuation with salex because she always praised and flirted with him and fueled his confidence; that's what he wants or "needs." That's part of where I think not only Sam but TAURTIS is also codependent in his own way. It's an eye for an eye. He gives what he wants and expects that to be given back in its own way. He's more than happy with being popular and having Sam do so much, hell that helps boost his confidence. He's got his own demands and we've seen instances where he makes Sam supply hjm or give him his own food (which my friend has pointed out that Sam's willing to even starve for taurtis if it meant taurtis could feel full/get what he wanted.) We see Taurtis even being insecure when Sam and Grian point things out (like when he went bald and how horrible it looked) and he instantly jumped on trying to find ways to quickly grow his hair back. He doesn't want that imperfection. He's quick to jump to conclusions too because when Sam makes a small comment he INSTANTLY retorts. (Example; "you have a great chewwy/ you'd be a great chewwy-chewbaca" "are you saying I'm hairy/fat???) He's still an insecure teenager, despite his popular and having someone straight up need him to be even the slightest bit okay, I dont think he'd willingly abandon that

I have so much more to say but rn this is what I'm giving, I could go into his relationship with Sam, his acts/interests, hus family and childhood but that's for another episode

[yandere-paramour]

Alright, questions about Noelle. What does she look like? Who is she attracted to? Does she have any hobbies? Does she enjoy animals?

Meet Noelle!

Noelle is a no-nonsense lesbian assistant to the Montclair heir, Atalanta, meaning she spends her days dealing with Atalanta's bullshit 24/7.

She can be called at any time, any day of the year, and will have to respond to whatever foolishness Atalanta wants. She'll even pick up and work when she's sick or injured.

Noelle is one of the only people Atalanta considers a true friend, and as a result, can speak informally and give advice to Atalanta when they are in private.

Because of this, she is also called upon to sometimes babysit/accompany Atalanta's Darling or even accompany Jamie places (if his manservant is busy).

Noelle knows all the intricate details of Atalanta's life and relationships. If Atalanta needs a new strap because the current one isn't "ribbed for her pleasure," Noelle is going to research the best brands, buy it, and have it delivered to the penthouse. And probably ask Atalanta how it went and if she should get one too.

Noelle's favorite color is ice blue.

Her apartment is decorated with ice blue and grey, and she keeps it spotless. She gets really agitated if her apartment is dirty.

Noelle is 25 years old.

She is 5'4" and hates it.

Noelle is a virgin.

Ever since she was a child, she has always had the drive to go FAST. So, nobody knows this about her, but on her days off, she likes to ride her motorcycle (her one vice) recreationally.

Because she works so much, she is pretty bad at taking care of herself. She doesn't sleep much, and only eats microwaved/frozen foods, what she can order in, or just outright skips a meal and sleeps. Because of this, she is extremely small, almost underweight, and gets cold very easily.

She grew up very poor and worked hard enough to send herself to college and get this job. She has crawled up from the bottom rung of society and will die before she gives up her 6 figure salary.

School was everything to her as a child. It was a place with heat, food, and no little sisters to take care of. Noelle was always a few years ahead of her grade in school because she did homework with her older sister, but they never skipped her grade because it wasn't that kind of school. So she occupied herself with other pursuits, like computers at the public library and reading. She eventually got a full ride to college and broke the cycle.

When she made it to college, she took more classes in both business and computer science and further refined her already impressive hacking and online skills that she uses a lot at her job.

Noelle has a mother, one older sister, and three younger sisters. She has no father and never needed one. She is estranged from her mother but still speaks and sometimes helps out her younger sisters who are teenagers. Her favorite sister is Odette, the oldest who is 28.

Odette also pierced her ears for her.

She hates cigarettes because her mother smokes. She doesn't drink either.

Because of her pale and delicate skin, Noelle is a skincare enthusiast. There is always sunscreen and moisturizer in her purse. She had sunburns constantly when she was young and she's tired of it.

Her hair is another luxury for her. She had to have short hair as a child because it was difficult to take care of, but now that she's an adult, she can grow it as long as she wants. It is currently halfway down her back, but she keeps it in a bun at work. Touch her hair and she might punch you.

With her lover, Noelle is extremely manipulative. She will do anything to improve your perception of her, including drugging you, threatening the people around you, and digitally changing online records.

She starts with stalking you. With Atalanta's connections and her own computer skills, she can easily follow you using street cameras and the ones in your home. She'll move your things around, make you worried someone is following you so you'll run right to your girlfriend's arms. She's the only one you can turn to, the only one you can trust.

When you're around her, she's always rubbing and caressing you, praising you, getting you to associate her with good feelings so when you're away, it always feels like something's missing.

In her small bits of free time, Noelle likes to do yoga, indulge in computer science, and do number puzzles.

Noelle only likes one animal: her Russian blue cat, Sasha. She generally associates animals with filthiness because of her childhood, but she found Sasha alone in a dumpster, starving and dirty, as a kitten, and it reminded her of herself, so she took pity on him and took him in.

Noelle does not want kids. She's raised enough little bastards for one life.

Noelle is practical, logical, and sensible, and what she says, goes. There is no arguing with Noelle, and sometimes her analytical sense of reasoning can feel callous and mean, but she doesn't always mean it that way.

Although she is usually physically in the office with Atalanta, she is sometimes permitted to work from home, provided she stays on call and keeps her phone nearby and charged at all times.

She gets along okay with coworkers, but she does not consider them friends. Except Ata. She considers her a friend.

Noells's job is mainly composed of her keeping blackmail on file, scheduling meetings, planning Atalanta's weekly and daily schedules, prepping and scheduling travel plans, itineraries, and agendas when needed, filing paperwork, doing background checks and compiling resumes for new hires, composing and preparing confidential correspondence (contacting the crime boss Ata uses), and delegating tasks given to her by Ata.

She likes to take relaxing baths, would inject iced coffee into her veins, and prefers fresh and clean scents.

What would make her soft is when she gets home from work and she's tired and stressed and burnt out, but you made her a relaxing dinner, and then you try to release her tension with orgasm after orgasm. Someone taking care of her and showing her that level of concern makes her want to cry, and she never cries.

Noelle has participated in street fights. There is a scar on her stomach that looks suspiciously like a knife would but she doesn't talk about it.

Noelle will do whatever it takes to survive. Don't ever forget that.

Cute kid, right? Don't be fooled, she'll charm you out of your rent money in a second.

[sakuralovespossums]

Yandere Dazai x Fem Reader

(Part 1)

Yandere Dazai x fem y/n story, where Dazai had kidnapped y/n and is determined to persuade her to commit double suicide with him on a specific date. So y/n has to try to avoid falling for his mind games, all the while trying to escape before the day of their planned double suicide arrives.

Warning: Romanticized talks of suicide

During your captivity, Dazai acts very patient and calm (pretty much like his everyday self) almost like he’s isn’t holding you hostage in his own apartment.

He studies your flaws, personality, fears, traumas, everything to figure out how he can best manipulate and break you.

Every day he’ll ask you if you’ve decided to commit double suicide with him in a casual tone or silly act. If you say no, he’ll shrug and ask again the next day. They still have plenty of time before the date of their double suicide, he’ll break you eventually.

There’s a high chance you will eventually break. This is Dazai we’re talking about out. He wasn’t known for being the Port Mafia’s best interrogator for nothing.

If you still haven’t broken by the due date, he’ll be surprised (and maybe a bit impressed) by your mental durability. So he’ll just use more aggressive manipulation tactics.

He’ll take away more of your freedoms (books, drawing, tv, etc) to make you feel more isolated. He’ll also focus on finding what it is that keeps your sanity intact and break it.

During the time of your captivity, he’ll be trying to get to know you more and always ask questions about what your life was like, any loved ones, interests, etc.

Not just so that he can manipulate you, but also because he genuinely wants to get to know you more and form a real bond. You’re gonna be his suicide partner, after all!

You probably won’t get to know much about him though since he’s already pretty secretive of his past life. But he’ll tell you things like his favorite foods, books, his associates at the ADA and how much he likes to bother them.

I imagine a lot of moments between you two being shared in peaceful silence. Like, you guys eating dinner in quiet, cuddling on the couch together while watching TV, reading, or napping.

Dazai loves those moments, while you’re playing along as you think of a way to escape. He knows this though but doesn’t say or do anything about it since he knows you’ll eventually give in and learn to love it as he does. If not, well………like I said earlier, he still has time to work on that.

He’s a very affectionate and cuddly person. Always has you wrapped in his arms whenever you cuddle, sleep, or when you’re doing chores.

It scares you the way he easily sneaks up on you from behind and wraps his arms around you as you cook your breakfast. He nuzzles against your neck before asking why you left the bed (putting on a fake pout). You simply play along into your strange “loving couple” facade and say that you were just craving French toast. He kisses your shoulder and asks for some himself.

“Well, I would make some for you. But someone ate all the bread!”

“But belladonna!! It was just too delicious that I couldn’t help myself!”

“……………maybe I can…….go out and buy some—”

“No”

The finality in his voice as he whispered into your ear felt like a knife slicing into your heart.

What terrified you the most about your captor wasn’t his final plan with you (as concerning as that sounds) but rather the fact that you could sense an underlying darkness to him that kept you on edge.

Beneath his smiles, goofy acts, loving acts, and comforting demeanor was a dangerous being who you had no idea if you could manage to outsmart or avoid not being killed/injured by.

“What if we made French toast our final meal together!!”

“I won’t do it, Dazai. Not matter what you say or do, I won’t let you drag me with you to death.”

“………………my love, who said I would drag you with me? When we both leave this life, I’ll make sure we do it willingly together.”

That might have been the most horrifying sentence you’ve ever heard.

[flowerandblood]

Song from the Sea (3)

[ Aemond • Targaryen x Greyjoy! • fem! oc!reader]

[warnings: physical violence, angst, swearing, sexual tension]

[description: Aemond and Aegon arrive in the Iron Islands, to confirm the arrangements made years ago and the marriage of Lord Greyjoy's daughter to Aemond. (Anon Request) During a break on a long journey, at one of the taverns Aegon drags him to, Aemond meets a woman, who will change his life forever. (Anon Request) Smut, angst, sexual tension, domination.]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Previous and next chapters: Masterlist

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He couldn't believe, what he saw before him. His future wife, the woman, who had amused herself at his expense. She knew who he was from the beginning. His stomach tightened at the thought, that every word she said, was a lie. Nothing he had experienced with her in those few minutes, was true.

She was only testing him, like any woman, with her own agenda. He thought, that she wanted to see, if he was a good lover, and if he was easily manipulated. He turned his head away at the thought of being so easily fooled by her, furious with himself and with her.

He tried not to look at her during the feast. As soon, as she opened her mouth to him, he told her not to talk to him. He didn't want to hear a word from her lying throat, the humiliation burning in his lower abdomen, the feeling, that he would never trust this woman again in his life. He thought, she was his divine punishment, another curse, that heaven had sent upon him.

He didn't feel like eating or staying too long around these people and his imbecile brother. He got up from the table, choked out a matter-of-fact thanks for the meal, and headed for his chamber, without giving her a single glance.

He couldn't hide his surprise, though, as she followed him into the room and closed the door behind her, leaning against it. It seemed to him, that her face expressed something like pride, which unnerved him even more. It terrified him, that he wanted to hit a woman.

"Get out." He hissed, but she responded to his words with a smile. He thought, that she was still mocking him.

“No.” She answered softly, sensually, warmly, so that he felt a shiver run through his body.

Angry at himself and at her, he grabbed her by the neck and pinned her against the wall. The things she said, the things, that came out of her lying, poisoned mouth, made him want to strangle her, watch the life drain slowly from her.

Suddenly something happened to her. Her gaze changed from indifferent to helpless, terrified, tears welled up at the corners of her eyes and ran down her cheeks. Her lips began to tremble, her eyebrows arched pleadingly. He knew, that she hadn't cried over his physical brutality.

He thought, that she looked like a helpless child and released her at once, letting her fall to the floor. He took a few steps away from her, and she cowered, burying her head between her knees, covering her head with her hands, as if protecting herself from someone's blows.

"I should have thrown myself into the sea."

Her words hit him like a dagger straight to his chest. He stared at her blankly, with his mouth slightly parted, feeling his heart pounding hard. For some reason, all the rage drained out of him.

He thought, that she was as distraught as he was. That what happened between them really didn't matter. There, in the inn, they were two other people, enjoying the last moments of their freedom.

He sat on the bed, burying his face in his hands, feeling suddenly weak, tired from the journey, terrified, of what had happened and what was yet to come. Even though they were in the same room, he had the impression, that they lived their agony separately, pretending, that they didn't exist for each other.

He suddenly heard the rustle of her dress and looked up. He saw with surprise, that the girl simply lay on the floor in front of his door, her blank gaze fixed on something in front of her.

"What are you doing?" He asked, deciding, it was one of the most bizarre things, that he'd ever seen. A highborn lady, lying on the dirty floor in the chamber of a strange man, who wasn't even her husband.

"I'm lying." She said indifferently, and he sighed heavily, burying his face in his hands again, deciding, that there was no point in talking to her.

He stood up suddenly, unbuttoning his leather jacket, throwing it to the floor, then did the same with his shoes. He blew out all the candles in his chamber and just lay down under his duvet, deciding, that he needed to rest and simply wouldn't pay any attention to her.

He thought, that he didn't have the strength to deal with her sudden nervous breakdown, as he was going through one. He closed his eye, trying to pretend, that he didn't hear her softly sniffling and ragged breathing.

After several minutes, it was completely silent. He tried to sleep, but he couldn't. He found himself listening to her every move. He wondered, if this was another of her tricks. Wouldn't she just kill him in his sleep to avoid marriage. He shuddered, when he suddenly heard her voice, soft, slightly babbled, as if she were drunk.

"You promised me, father." She mumbled, and he heard her start to sob softly. He spun over his shoulder and saw, that her body was shaking, her eyes squeezed tight. He realized, that she had just dreamed something.

He watched her for a moment, listening to her cries, watching her body tremble slightly, her breathing ragged and restless. He wondered, what he was even doing.

Why does he let the woman, who was going to be his wife, whether he wanted it or not, lie on the floor like a dog. Why couldn't he find a single word of comfort for her, when she was clearly suffering just as much, as he was.

He got out of his bed with a soft creak, approaching her slowly, watching her face, illuminated by the faint moonlight, streaming through the window. He stood over her, looking at her face, contorted in pain and despair.

For some reason, he wanted to wake her up, lift her dress, spread her legs, and just slide his cock inside her. Comfort her and himself, enfold her in his arms, let go, feel the warmth of her body again, her scent, hear her sweet moans, that still echoed in his head.

Instead, he picked her up roughly and tossed her over his shoulder, walking with her back to his bed. She started thrashing around in his arms, throwing him off balance again. He threw her on the bed, pressing her hands to the sheets, to stop her from beating him.

"Stop it." He hissed, looking at her warningly. He saw, that it was only then, that she recognized him, and she swallowed softly, lowering her gaze.

He laid down next to her, with his back to her, not saying a single word. He was furious with himself for still feeling aroused, but decided, that he wouldn't show any weakness this time. After an hour of torment, he managed to fall asleep.

He woke up in the morning to the feeling of someone's small arms, hugging him from behind. He shuddered, startled, not knowing for a moment, where he was.

"Do not go." He heard her soft whisper, tentative, gentle, even somewhat warm. He felt his whole body tense, his jaw clench at the thought, that it was her.

He wanted it and didn't want it at the same time, the closeness of her body making him confused. He lay back without looking at her, pretending not to feel her face pressed against his thin shirt, her breasts pressed against his back under the material of her dress.

He decided not to say anything to her. He didn't want to speak to her, show weakness, show, that he felt any hint of sympathy for her. He thought, that she was trying to appease him again, to get, what she wanted, to throw off his guard. He flinched, his eye widening, his breath caught in his throat, as he heard the next words she spoke.

"Forgive me."

They both lay there, his muscles taut as a string. One of her hands rested on his heart, he was sure, that she could feel it pounding hard, and he swore mentally. He debated, whether to say something or pretend, that he hadn't heard it. He thought, that an apology wasn't enough. But she kept talking.

“I couldn't stop myself. I wanted to meet you. When I saw you, I felt a note of hope. I naively thought, that we could do it. If I told you, who I am, you would hide from me everything, that you showed me that night. Just like me." She whispered softly, hugging him tighter. "I promise, that it was the first and last time. I will never lie to you again."

He swallowed hard at her words. He wanted to believe her, but he couldn't. He didn't trust her. He thought, that she knew exactly, what he wanted to hear, what he wanted as a men. He was sure from what had happened between them, that she had slept with other men before and could wrap them around her finger.

"Yes. That was the first and last time, that I let you fool me. I won't repeat that mistake again." He said as he got up, reaching from the bed for his shoes, putting them on one leg at a time.

“You have strained my hospitality and patience enough. Leave." He spoke calmly and indifferently. She didn't answer him.

After a moment, he heard the soft rustle of her dress and saw her stand up, heading barefoot towards his door, her shoes in her hands. He didn't look at her, when he heard her voice.

"My father wants you to visit Devilwind's with me. We'll spend a few days on this galley. Be prepared for discomfort." She said calmly as she opened and closed the door behind her.

He thought with satisfaction as he buttoned up his leather jacket, that she was not a woman given to dramatize and beg a man's forgiveness. Perhaps it would give him temporary satisfaction, but in the long run, he would despise her.

The prospect of spending a few days on a dirty, old boat, among the stinking seamen, while Aegon drank and played with whores, didn't seem like the happiest to him, but he knew, that he had no choice.

In the afternoon, as agreed, the two of them, accompanied by several guards from her father's fortress, set off towards the port, which was on the other side of the hill. The weather was very cloudy, gray and bland, like everything, that he saw around him.

His future wife, Lady Greyjoy, was dressed like him in a tight-fitting leather outfit consisting of a coat, jacket and trousers. Her hair was tied up in a braid, some of her strands waved majestically around her face.

They rode on horseback side by side without a word, unmoved, as if nothing had happened between them. He was glad, that she didn't force him into pointless discussions about nothing, like most of the women in King's Landing, who wanted his attention.

He noted, that she rode like a man, her posture correct and upright, the dagger at her hip, the same one, she had dared put to his lower abdomen the night before, when he had nearly strangled her.

When they reached the harbour, he saw Devilwind from a distance, and though he wouldn't have said it out loud, the size of the ship, its carvings and details, its black sails and meter-high masts, made him shiver.

He thought, there was no galley in all of King's Landing, that matched its size and splendour. They dismounted, his future wife dismissed their guards, ordering them to return to the keep. She climbed the plank first, stopping halfway, glancing at him over her shoulder.

“There is no god in the sea but the Drowned God, and there is no other king, than the captain. You are a prince, but the master of this ship is Captain Seray, and his command is superior to yours, mine, or my father's. He will treat you with the respect you deserve, but if you humiliate him in front of the crew, I advise you to sleep with your eye open." She said calmly, walking up again, without waiting for him. He pursed his lips at her words, trying not to show his impatience.

He followed her on board, his hands clasped behind his back, his long, black coat unbuttoned, billowing in the wind. The entire crew stood up, staring at him in silence. He felt the pressure, his heart pounding hard in his chest, but he didn't show it - his face was stone.

After a while, a man he recognized immediately, came down from the wheelhouse. His long, white beard was covered with beads and earrings, his big, black hat was already faded and worn, his robes long and made of various gray materials.

He spread his hands to Lady Greyjoy, who gave him a warm, gentle smile. Captain Seray walked over to her, cupped her cheeks in his worn, large hands, and kissed her forehead, as if she were his own daughter. After a moment he turned to him, his expression attentive and benevolent. Aemond swallowed hard, recognizing him as the man, who had brought her to the inn that night.

"My prince." He spoke softly and bent down slightly, bowing down to him. "It's an honor to have you on my ship."

The entire crew watched intently at his reaction. He looked at Lady Greyjoy, who was looking at him over her shoulder with concern mixed with pleading. He pursed his lips, as he stared at the tall man in front of him. He decided, that he represented the crown, and he could not afford to be personal, when he came on behalf of his father.

"Thank you for this opportunity, captain. I'm excited to see the world's largest ship in all its glory, sailing at sea." He said calmly, indifferently, his gaze piercing and dangerous.

The captain stared at him for a moment, then laughed rudely, slapping his big hands against his thighs.

"We're sailing out, you mad dogs! Raise the anchor! Spread the sails!” He shouted in a booming, hoarse voice, as he strode briskly towards the wheelhouse, the people around him suddenly running without a word, throwing themselves at the ropes, doing a dozen things at once. His future wife beckoned him to follow her.

"I'll show you your cabin, my prince." She said softly, as she went belowdecks, moving around the ship, as if she knew every inch of it. He wondered, how long she had been at sea and what the men she traveled with thought of her.

Aemond had to admit, that he wasn't quite expecting this. They walked through a narrow corridor, but although there was not much space and the whole galley rocked in the waves, making them have to lean against the walls as they walked, the whole thing was tastefully designed and the ship itself was rich.

Lady Greyjoy opened the door, inviting him in with her hand. He entered a room with two round windows, one small bed, a writing table, and a wardrobe.

"It's the second richest room after the captain's." She said calmly, as she followed him inside.

"Who did it belong to before?" He asked indifferently, accustomed to the discomfort of traveling on Vhagar, looking around dispassionately.

"To me." She said softly, as she turned and walked outside, leaving him alone. He stared over his shoulder for a moment, then turned to look out the window, lost in thought. He left his coat on the bed and went upstairs.

He saw, that they were already on the high seas, the port and hills of the Iron Islands barely visible in the distance. He was amazed at the speed at which they sailed, the mighty galley rushing forward, crashing against the great waves, blowing his hair. He thought, that he had felt a similar feeling, when he had flown on Vhagar.

He saw Lady Greyjoy in the distance, standing by the rail, staring into the distance, her hair flowing and plastered to her face. He thought, that was the freedom, that she was talking about, when she said, that she would give up everything for him. He approached her slowly, trying to keep his balance, as the whole boat shook and heaved, as it surged forward.

He stood behind her, clasping his hands behind him, looking out at the endless sea. He never thought about the view, always marveling at the sky above him. He wondered, if this ship was like his dragon to her.

She glanced at him over her shoulder, and they stared at each other in silence for a moment. She looked down, turning again, her face in profile to him. In the daylight, he thought, her face was even brighter, her golden eyes now looking almost brown, warm and large, her eyebrows arched in some unspeakable worry. He thought, that she was no longer pretending to him.

“This is my last cruise before I marry you. The last expedition into the depths of the sea." She whispered, and he had to concentrate to hear, what she was saying, over the loud crashing of the waves against the bottom of the ship.

He looked at her uneasily, his lips pressed together, his muscles tensed. For some reason, he felt a tightness in his chest, a kind of sympathy. If anyone had told him, that he would never ride Vhagar again, he would have killed himself.

She looked at him, hopelessness, pain and sadness in her eyes. She looked at him, as if she wanted him to comfort her, and he didn't know what to say.

"Tell me it's worth it." She whispered, her voice breaking at the end of the sentence, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Tell me that someday we'll find, that it made sense. That this was our destiny."

He looked at her, his heart clenching. He swallowed hard, his face trying to be indifferent.

"I can not promise you that."

He saw something inside her snap at his words. She turned her head away from him, looking at the endless sea, the sounds of the waves and the wind drowning out her silent sobs. He wanted to touch her, but he knew, that he couldn't, not with so many witnesses.

He approached her slowly from behind, his body inches from hers. He thought, that there was something, that he could give to both her and himself. He leaned over her ear and whispered only one sentence.

"Come visit me at night."

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[deusvervewrites]

Thoughts and opinions on the current state of the MHA manga?

That's hard to say given the cliffhanger elements of the most recent chapter.

Now that the Final War Arc is over I can give my thoughts on that. It's interesting that each member of the League vanishes after their defeat. We haven't seen Spinner, Toga, and we only got a glimpse of Dabi this chapter. That feels like it's building to something.

I liked Toga and Dabi both collapsing at the end of a confrontation where their counterpart(s) reached out to them, but Toga sacrificed herself for someone else for the first time in her life while Dabi had to have his ass kicked like eight times before he stayed down, and his fight ends with him finally getting his father to listen to him.

I think "Decay used to be Overhaul" is a bit overly complicated when it could have easily been its own Quirk that AFO gave him. As it stands it raises some questions, like, "Can Overhaul do this shit?" Or, "Since it was confirmed that Overhaul's orphanage was run by AFO, why didn't AFO use Overhual himself ever?" Okay we know that last one is because AFO sucks and hates learning Quirks, but you know what I mean.

I liked how the Final War brought out the best in people who had been shown in not-great light before, like Death Arms and The President of the United States.

Midnight's death has only gotten worse. It was fridging before and it's fridging now, but now it has the added bonus of pretending that it was going somewhere and then not going there. That scene with Ashido and Midnight's killer really added a whole lot when... we cut back to it and nothing happened and the killer was gone and didn't matter. Her death did not matter and has continued to not matter and I don't understand why she was killed in the first place.

All For One's final defeat is oddly similar to the end of Demon Slayer, complete with him having a baby form that fades away to nothing and then making a last stand in a stolen body that rejects him.

I don't like that Midoriya is losing One For All. Congratulations on your lifelong health issues in your arms, you have literally nothing to show for it. Everything you learned in your first year no longer fucking matters because you need an entirely different fighting style. Who knows, I might come around on this depending on how things play out.

(Bakugou losing his Quirk is something I've alluded to before as something I think would be cool. I'm less impressed by him hearing that Midoriya is losing his Quirk and breaking down in tears because now they won't be "competing" as if Midoriya could only compete with a Quirk. I'm sure it's not the intended reading but Bakugou's character development backslides so often for 'comedy' that I've lost faith in it during serious moments.)

I know some people don't like Midoriya reaching a hand out to save Shigaraki when he's killed so many people, but, like, that's kind of the whole theme of the work and I'm never going to advocate for any media which promotes killing the enemy as the best solution to the problem, especially because Shigaraki not only has a point, but he's like 20 years old and spent all 20 of those years being groomed and manipulated. I'm glad Midoriya reached his hand out. And, yes, while I dislike the loss of OFA, giving it away piece by piece to end AFO forever was symbolically cool.

The MLA War Arc still fucking sucked.

[asingleshampdition]

Sympathy for Jin Shirato

In all honesty, I actually feel just as, if not worse for Jin, than I do Chidori; especially in Reload, despite Chidori being the most fleshed out of the Strega three. This character analysis will not include developments from Shadow Cry, as I'm not aware of most of its contents enough to include it. (P.S. There are no visuals because for some reason, Tumblr doesn't want to save with them.) I think the motivations of the three Strega members are very important. All of them came from the same background, as child experiments; and thus, we can draw fair conclusions from them.

Takaya wants to get back at the world for hurting him. He's a man who is very weak-willed, and wishes for death, as long as it means others come along with him. He's adopted this view in which his only purpose in life is to bring everyone down with him: as he's been granted the power to do such (in the form of Hypnos), he's under the impression that his life is meaningless otherwise. This is why he's so unwilling to give up the Dark Hour to SEES; he's unwilling to start over, because in his mind, he's built up meaning for himself. Takaya doesn't really care for anyone; everyone he comes across, to him, is either an asset he can use to achieve his goal (Jin and Chidori), or an obstacle (SEES). As much as I'd like to believe Takaya genuinely did care for Jin and Chidori, I can't see it. At the end of the game, Takaya becomes a cult leader; Strega had always had parallels to such, and cult leaders, like Takaya, don't typically care about their followers. Rather, they see them as tools, to get their way. From my point of view, Takaya is an irredeemable piece of garbage, in the games, and cannot compare to Jin or Chidori in terms of sympathizing potential. As previously stated, I'm not accounting for Shadow Cry in this post, so I don't really know how the pathetic wet cat man is portrayed there. Chidori's motivation is that she, quite literally, has no motivation. She finds no purpose in life, and therefore, doesn't really care what happens either way. In her eyes, dying just means she'll never wake up again, and the end of the Dark Hour? "Cool, more days to live until I inevitably die," is probably what she would've made of it. Either that, or, "oh no, Medea!" Chidori's motivations are so radically different than both Takaya and Jin's motivations, and I believe this is why she was able to break away from such a cynical, nihilistic line of thought, much more easily than the other two. The only reason she followed, and was loyal, to Strega, was because Jin and Takaya were similar to her. Other than that, she held no regard for them, and did not consider them friends. It did not matter, to her, who she followed. If Takaya had been a better guy, maybe with hopes of reform, she probably would've turned out better as well. The only person she really cared about, until Junpei, was herself; as selfish as that sounds. She considers Medea her only true friend, as a representation of how she isolates herself, in order to not be afraid of death. So, where does that leave Jin? I believe Jin, unlike Takaya and Chidori, possesses a trait that neither of the other two have: genuine care for the few people close to him. The reason Jin doesn't want the Dark Hour to disappear is very similar to Takaya's; however, as shown in Reload, this isn't really the case. We have to remember that Takaya, essentially being a cult leader, even before he starts such, is incredibly manipulative and charismatic. Think of Jin as a young, impressionable dude, who is at an incredibly low point in his life; someone who is emotionally vulnerable, someone who can be targeted. The perfect candidate for a potential cult member. Then comes along Takaya: someone who is kind to him. Someone who treats him with dignity, with respect; someone who is there for him when he needs it most. Someone who 'saves' him. Kind of like Chidori, I believe Jin could've fallen for anyone; it didn't have to be for Takaya, it just had to be someone who was kind to him during the darkest time of his life. Unfortunately for him, Takaya does not truly care for him, unlike the vice versa, and whatever kindness Jin experienced from Takaya may or may not have been an act of manipulation. Kind of like how cults usually target young, impressionable, emotionally vulnerable individuals. Jin was manipulated into siding with Takaya; and kind of like a cult member and a cult leader, the member would align with the leader's ideals. Therefore, I do not believe Jin's true reason for standing against the Dark Hour's absence is the same as Takaya's.

This is not to say Jin doesn't have a 'real' reason; unlike Chidori, I believe he does. His statements on 10/31, being: "If the Dark Hour disappears, we might forget everything that happened, won't we? / I'd forget you and Chidori, the things we did together, our time at the facility... All of it." I find this line an incredibly simple way of painting Jin in a sympathetic way; and yet, it's incredibly tactful. Jin values the time he's spent with Takaya and Chidori; he values them. To him, they're like family. They are what SEES is to Makoto/the protagonist: his friends, the only friends he's ever had, and he'd rather die than forget about them. The only problem is that both Takaya and Chidori hold little to no regard for him. I'm somewhat sure he knows this, and yet, he still chooses to view them in such a way; even after Chidori pays virtually no mind to him as a person, and when Takaya separates from him in the final stretch of Tartarus, knowing that Jin would probably die.

This conclusion does raise some questions, though; when Chidori sacrificed herself for Junpei, why didn't Jin say anything? Rather, why didn't he try and stop her? After all, he's mostly silent, and Takaya does most of the talking during the sequence. Strega's philosophy on death is to not fear it, as it is inevitable. Perhaps this is also why Jin does not show sadness when Chidori dies? To Jin, as well as Takaya and Chidori, they've accepted that they will all die someday, because of the suppressants, as well as their Personas. Jin doesn't view Chidori's death as sad, not because he doesn't care for her, but because Strega has already established that death is inevitable for people like them. Another potential reason for Jin supposedly not caring for Chidori's death is the presence of Takaya. As a cult member is to a cult leader, Jin is dependent on Takaya. Since Takaya only views Chidori as a pawn, perhaps Jin would take on Takaya's view on the matter; to Jin, Takaya is wiser than anyone else. I really can't think of any other reasons as to why Jin wouldn't show much emotion during Chidori's death, other than either one: Jin specifically referring to Takaya, and only adding Chidori in as an afterthought, in his quote, or two: bad writing. The first one I doubt, as I feel like Jin would be one of the last people to tell a half-truth (to Takaya, of all people, to boot); especially since his last name is Shirato (white door), referring to how he can't keep his fatass mouth shut when talking about important information with SEES. I don't really think the writers would make such an oversight; adding Jin's sympathetic statement, and then forgetting to make him sympathetic otherwise. Not saying it's not possible; it definitely was, considering the quality of the villains' writing in the older versions of Persona 3. I just find it unlikely. This all just goes to show that Jin could've ended up just like the SEES members, if not to a greater extent than Chidori. He loved the ones he was close to, and he believed in bonds, to some extent. Of course, maybe not in the way SEES does, but the point is that he did; and bonds are the entire premise of the Persona series. Takaya never believed in bonds at all, throughout the entire game; he's too focused on himself, so he's out of the question. Chidori doesn't believe in bonds until Junpei shows up, even with Jin and Takaya in the picture. Jin is the only Strega member who would go as far to die for his found family, the only member who loved his companions from the start.

The more I think about it, the less I really blame Jin for who he became. Like I've mentioned before, you have to think of Jin as a cult member. A cult member who was 'indoctrinated' by Takaya, because he was naive, impressionable, and a lost soul; looking for someone to love him, respect him, stay by his side, and 'save' him. Would you fault a lost soul, someone who is incredibly emotionally vulnerable, as well as naive, for being manipulated into a cult? Sure, you could view Jin as 'stupid' for falling for Takaya, but that's the thing: people who become cult members aren't always stupid. They could be the brightest, most mature person you know; and that's not the point. Cults target people who are lonely; who want love. No matter how bright, mature, talented, well-read you are; at the end of the day, you are not immune to manipulation, if the manipulators pull the right strings. I think that's what's most scary about Jin: his story revolves around how someone so bright, so talented, someone who was one the right track, who more or less had the right mindset about relationships, was thrown off course, because he was also lonely, naive, and lost. It's very similar to many people who join cults; his character, even in Reload, can be written off as just some cynical, Takaya-obsessed bomb maniac, kind of like how a lot of people write cult members off as off-putting, evil, and sadistic. I think Reload did a terrific job at exploring this part of his character, even if it was just a few extra scenes. Or maybe I'm just overanalyzing because he's my favorite character lmao, who knows?

[icyblogs]

ft. yanderes x fem! reader

cw: obsessive themes, implied murder, implied stalking, uh idk slight NSFW mention a lil bit of self care. wc: 837

author's note: hello this is my first drabble? post? ahem yeah. can realistically be anyone, as no names are specifically mentioned, but i like to think that it's a pair of no good doers from marble hornets + plus a certain lanky man w/ a pair of hatchets.

Thinking about a crybaby reader. One who tries their damnest to be strong- to put up a strong front but once the tears start, they seldom stop.

Thinking about being easily manipulated while you’re like that. A sweet little bunny, staring at them wide eyed as your friends are murdered helplessly in front of you. Thrashing all you want to try and stop it from happening- but in the end, you’re just too weak. Too.. susceptible. It’s truly a shame how easily someone could take advantage of you.

Thinking about them taking advantage of you when you were in a situation you didn’t even realize you were apart of. Of course you didn’t realize that your old friend roped you into a world that you should’ve never been apart of. But alas, your friend had dug too deep into the myths, wandered a little too far into the forests; it was only a matter of time before her and all of her friends, old and new were stalked looked after. Including you of course!

Started off as a simple inquiry into your life- to make sure you didn’t know anything about them. You didn’t, that much was clear but soon they knew all about you. And well, you…you were quite charming. You were a homebody that much was clear- never straying too far from home unless needed. You lived in a cozy apartment- really it was such an adorable place- with all your mugs matching your personality effortlessly- or the books splayed out along your bookshelves that you barely touched. Maybe it was the simplicity of it all- the blankets sprawled out on the couches, clearly in constant use. Or maybe it was your cute little laptop that you always kept on your desk, adorned with characters from media you deemed worthy of blessing the device. It was easy to tell you had a type!

You were so insecure, for lack of a better term, in the way you presented yourself whenever you went outside. Wearing shirts and sweatshirts that were always one or two sizes too big for you- effectively hiding your curves from all who could see you. Tennis shoes on the daily- hair lazily brushed or thrown back into a ponytail. It was .. interesting to see you like this whenever you went out- clearly not dressing to impress anyone rather than yourself and your comfort.

Yet you still caught someone’s eye. Hm. A friend of a friend whom you met at a party. You guys were at a party.. of sorts and hit it off with some mild persuading from your friends. It was easy to tel that it was one of your first relationships and you hung to every word from him- and you guys went on for quite a few months. It was almost humorous watching you follow him around like a lost puppy- and yet a tug in their hearts happened when he broke up with you.

You poor poor thing, all because you didn’t want to warm his bed, so to speak. It’s a shame really- it’s just so sad- you didn’t even realize it wasn’t him that sent a message for you to come over to his place only to find out he was fucking another girl. )= Ah such a shame you had to find out that way.. but it was worth all the videos of your heartbroken expressions!

Thinking about a heartbroken reader. Such a poor thing, resorting to hiding within your shell and barely going outside even more so than usual. Stressing baking and cooking- Your cookies were definitely the best you’ve baked so far! And you even kept them in this cute little cookie jar.. really it was adorable. Resorting to playing little cute video games by yourself or delving into reading to take your mind off of.. him.. and of course not to mention when your hand wanders into your cute little panties to try and get yourself off. Always late at night when you think no one is watching, curtains absentmindedly open- because who would be able to see you on the third floor? Always unsatisfied, even when your fingers find themselves wandering down into your underwear- desperately trying to get yourself off. You never are able to of course, your inexperience shining through, clear as day, the dull pleasure there but never able to peak.

Thinking about a reader who thinks that there is no one out there for her. That she is just not.. right for love. That no one finds her attractive- or worthy for that matter of actually , well, liking her. Alas, time goes on- Time eventually heals as a year passes. Trying to break out of your self imposed shell, you reconnect with old friends- and of course one conveniently going out of her way to make sure you’re going with them for a cute little vacation in the woods for a Halloween get together. Because you guys are such close friends, of course you had to go! And despite every warning bell telling you not to, you accept the offer.

=)

[yanderes-galore]

Frank Morrison aka The Legion with your prompts 7, 15, and 47!!

Sure! I decided to do something different and did this before The Entity's realm. You could be any age but I imagined you and thr rest of Frank's group are about 19. Peer pressure time! Julie and Frank are not in a relationship in this but you are friends with Julie, Susie, and Joey.

Sorry if things seem rushed! I had an idea but wasn't sure of the direction due to the prompts so it's a bit unorganized :( I could've executed this better my bad.

Yandere! Frank Morrison Prompts 7, 15, 47

"All this blood? It's all for you! Everything I do is all for you!"

"Please smile for me... don't make me force you...."

"I'd die before letting you go!"

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Peer pressure, Julie is encouraging Frank, Manipulation, Forced/Dubious relationship, Brainwashing, Murder, Blood, Narcissism, Possessive behavior, Toxic relationship, Forced "affection", Sadism, Threats.

Peer pressure was one hell of a thing. Especially if it came from someone who corrupted everything he touched. You thought your life would be better than this, maybe you should've never met Julie's new friend.

Frank Morrison has always been a problem child. Meanwhile you were simply someone who he could easily corrupt. The moment he met you and the others his gaze snapped to you.

While Frank bonded with Julie due to shared interests, Frank thought you were a bit too innocent. You were someone not yet corrupted by him or his influence. A fact that would quickly change as he infected your friend group.

When Julie had suggested making a gang you came off as hesitant. You may not like Ormond but you were never one seeking out crime. Then Frank swooped in to convince you.

Frank acted like your typical "bad boy" persona. His life's been rough so he gets his kicks by causing chaos and havoc. He's someone you shouldn't be involved with... even though you still want to be in contact with your friends.

However, Frank made his interest in you clear. Julie even encouraged it. You remember her telling you Frank's trying to impress you... that he wants you to join the gang.

He wants to date you.

Soon enough, they managed to get Susie and Joey encouraging it. Forced into the idea by your friends... you awkwardly walked up to Frank and accepted him into your life. Like the others hs brainwashed you, made you under his command.

Frank wanted you because he wanted to corrupt you for the most part. Your little goody two-shoes persona drew him in. Frank even felt pride when he turned your friends against you, making you crawl into his arms.

Your time with Frank had only given you more of a glimpse of his nature. Frank liked to cause problems. He could care less how the world views him, to him it's his playground.

In a way, you were just another toy in said playground. He claims you two are dating and he's supposed to be your boyfriend. Even if you tried to reject that idea, your friends were on board with it.

It was Frank's way of keeping what's his... his.

Being with Frank made you feel alone. When you weren't with Julie, Susie, or Joey... it was Frank. Frank was very quick to consume your life. He's very adamant that he stays in your life.

It was like Frank trained you like an animal at times. When you were reluctant to pay attention to him he'd find ways to pressure you into it. It's one hug... one cuddle session... one kiss....

He managed to convince you to follow through with this relationship because, like most troubled youth or Ormond, you didn't have much of anyone else to go to.

Anytime you tried to reject advances or ask to call things off, it's shut down. Frank is a master at emotional manipulation. He's charismatic, that's why he's the leader of the gang.

"I'd die before letting you go!" Frank barked at you after kissing you one time. You tried to tell him you wanted a break, that you needed time away from him. His possessive tendencies towards you push the idea out of your mind once he searches for a sensitive spot on your neck.

Frank has complete control over you... he'd do just about anything he feels he has to in order to keep you.

Anything is a strong word. When it comes to Frank however, no crime is too small to commit for you. Especially since he won't be the only one taking the fall.

At first it started with Frank stealing things, sometimes with the gang, to give you. All sorts of gifts both big and small to give to you. You can't tell anyone because Frank already knows how to frame you as his accomplice.

That's already bad enough. That was before his possessive behavior got worse. You had hoped Frank wouldn't be the troublemaker to think of murder.

Unfortunately... that's exactly the kind of person he is.

"Baby, I could kill for you...." He said one night, his voice rough as he whispered in your ear. "You're mine, hear me? Now smile for me."

When you refused he repeated it as a threat, an order you obeyed like a loyal pet. He knows just when to apply pressure. He knows just how to make you work.

"Please smile for me... don't make me force you...."

His tone is always threatening. It has a certain edge like that of a blade, each word from his lips is an order to follow. He scares you so you listen. You aren't obsessive about him like your friends, in fact you want him gone...

But you could never stand up to him...

Even when you really have to.

It was only a matter of time before Frank did something irreversible. You could see the signs in his threats and possessive nature. You just hoped your obedience could prevent it.

Call it wishful thinking....

Frank first taste of blood was inevitable. It was your mistake for hanging around with a new friend you met. You wanted to try distancing yourself from your toxic friend group.

Unfortunately it seems Frank knows everything.

Internally you call yourself stupid for expecting to leave so easily. It isn't as simple as getting new friends. Frank has his claws too deep into your life for that to work.

In this case... it's his knife.

"Baby... aren't you being unfaithful leaving your man to speak to someone else? Just look at what I do for you!"

When you walked in on the scene, Frank completely covered in blood with a corpse in your house, you're frozen. You knew something terrible was going to happen. You should've removed him from your life first before anything.

What scares you the most is how casual he is. In fact with his body language he looks both excited and relieved. You merely flinch when he steps closer, your fear for him paralyzing you like venom.

Where did you go wrong? No... you know the answer to that.

But could you have changed it?

"All this blood? It's all for you! Everything I do is all for you!" Frank gleefully declares, a teasing tone in his voice. "You should know better than to leave me. Thought you were smarter, baby."

Even when he pulls you in for a kiss, like he's given you the biggest gift in the whole damn world, you barely register the information. Frank once again is pressuring to accept something he's done for you. With the amount of blood he's smeared on your clothes, you have no choice but to listen.

Frank knows he can get away with just about anything when if comes to you...

His favorite things about you are your innocent compliance and the fact it's so easy to break you.

[kuwajima]

I see writers do different perspectives so im curious as to urs

Do u see Zenitsu as the shameless pervert type or the woman respecter type

I’m personally the latter but I’ve seen different ways he’s written

I love this question! Also sorry if there are typos, I’m replying to this at work lol

I don’t think he’s a pervert. The anime certainly plays up his “creepiness” towards girls but overall he doesn’t really exhibit really perverted traits. I think he likes girls a lot, is easily manipulated by girls, and lacks a lot of social skills that would allow an average person to not act like that.

I think the main reason I don’t think he’s a pervert is because Zenitsu’s behavior doesn’t seem to be sexually driven. Not that he isn’t sexually attracted to women (he’s a teenager boy and clearly likes girls) but he’s very specifically looking for a wife and to live a normal life. We know he was taken advantage of by girls over and over again (presumably at an incredibly young age!) with seemingly no reward on his end (he didn’t even hold their hands!) and yet he kept doing it! This happened multiple times before Jigoro found him! On a conservative estimation, that’s 7 “girlfriends” by age 14, but honestly I think Jigoro rescued him at a younger age (there’s no way he learned all that and also got struck by lighting. There had to be some down time…also I’m writing a fic about that down time lol)

Anyway, I get the impression that Zenitsu believes he is expected to get married and thinks that it will resolve a lot of his internal problems if he can behave like a normal person and live a normal life. But as an orphan, he doesn’t really understand what a typical family or married couple looks like, it’s all based on perception or stories. Zenitsu craves affection and stability and honestly, why wouldn’t marriage be the best way to achieve that? I think a lot of the behavior is because he doesn’t really understand how he’s supposed to act and doesn’t realize how is is coming across in the moment. Zenitsu knows people don’t like him, but also doesn’t seem to be able to stop his reactions. Despite being perhaps the most socialized of his friend group, although he understands what is considered polite or acceptable he can’t actually adhere to those guidelines himself. Sorry, this is now a tangent about my perception of Zenitsu’s behavioral issues. I actually did touch on this in the second chapter of my Zenitsu character study! Jigoro asks why Zenitsu wants a girlfriend and he answers in a childish way about wanting to hold her hand and live in a house with her.

He does respect women though. He has a beef with Daki because she hurt a girl! There are also zero scenes of him ogling women while undercover at a literal brothel (he does get flustered when they first arrive to the city, but again it doesn’t seem like he’s sexually excited, he’s flustered about seeing beautiful girls and runs off because he’s overwhelmed) which they easily could have added if they wanted to. But they didn’t, because he’s overall very respectful towards girls. Especially after deciding that he likes Nezuko (who he likes because she is pretty and because Tanjiro describes her as being kind, kinder than any girl Zenitsu has “dated.”) In the light novel, he also fully respects when a girl he thought was into him was clearly involved in someone else. He understands that he misinterpreted her behavior towards him and wishes her the best in her relationship. He doesn’t seem to hold any ill will towards his ex-girlfriend either. The anime has him attempting to flirt with Aoi occasionally (although she is canonically the only type of girl Zenitsu doesn’t like) which I think it intended for laughs but idk if it’s very effective. He really does seem singularly focused on Nezuko in the manga (and according to the light novels, there are plenty of Corp Members who fantasize about having another Corp Member as their girlfriend, to the point that it doesn’t seem weird that he talks about Nezuko “waiting for him,” although the other members don’t think she’s a real girl at all)

IN SUMMARY I think Zenitsu likes girls in a perfectly normal, affection-starved teenage way, but he lacks emotional regulation which makes him seem off-putting. But he’s not perverted, he’s just enthusiastic and we’re used to having perverted anime men in shonen and just expect him to fall into that category despite his behavior not really matching that trope.

I would also argue that he cannot be a shameless pervert because he clearly feels a lot of shame, very often lol

[theelderhazelnut]

Ombra Fluff Alphabet

Note: This the first post of the “x reader” headcanon series I’m doing for my OCs :3 Reader is gender neutral.

Warnings: none.

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

The first thing that catches her attention is your intelligence and creativeness. Ombra adores a capable mind that is able to come up with unique ideas, and from which she can learn some new things. If you’re an expert in a certain field, especially one that she has no clue about, she’ll eagerly listen to you talking her ear off about it.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

After a while, She’ll begin to realize that she wants to be near you all the time. Ombra just wants to live with you and you only. She really doesn’t like kids, and really doesn’t want to have her own. She knows she’d be a terrible mother. So she just wants this little family of the two of you.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

Let’s be honest, Ombra LOVES cuddles. However, she can be pretty busy during the day that the only time she can cuddle with properly you is at night during the bedtime. She’s okay with all of the existing positions. She loves it especially when your head is on her chest. Since she naturally sleeps on her back, she also likes to have your head resting on her arm or shoulder.

But mommy also wants to be the little spoon sometimes, so she’ll crawl on top of you and have you trapped beneath her.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Ombra usually takes you on a date during which you can some quiet time together. She really enjoys sitting with you in silence and do nothing, enjoying your mere presence. However, she does like to take you on some adventures too. Amusement parks? Water parks? Showing off Metalrealm’s cool places to you? She’s down for it. You’ll be surprised when you see this stoic boss screaming and laughing.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

You are the living soul to her dead body ;)

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

Obviously, she doesn’t fall in love easily. In fact, 98% of people she meets are boring to her and she despises them. Well, now you caught her attention with your skillful and mature mind, and you proved to her that you understand her deeply and that you’re patient with her until she lets her gaurd down and opens up to you. Her heart is, gradually, all yours.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

Pretty gentle and charming, yes. She treats you like you’re a fragile crystal. You’re surprised how much she cares about you while she’s totally indifferent about others.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

Of course, she likes any kind of physical contact with you, but holding your hand will be a distraction most of the time. When you two are walking somewhere, she prefers to have her hands free. Given this fact, Ombra prefers to hold your hand when she’s doing nothing.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

When Ombra met you for the first time, she only saw you as a pawn in her game, someone she could use and manipulate as she desired.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Not really. She only feels that way, and interferes, when things get serious.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

Usually, she gives you a quick but powerful peck. Probably the both of you initiated the first kiss. You confessed how much she means to you, then she leaned closer for the kiss.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

Definitely you. Ombra is not a person to express her true feelings verbally, but before you said that three words for the first time, she had showed you how she feels through actions.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

Probably the first time you two kissed. In that moment, she felt truly happy, and finally tasted true love.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Oh hell yes she does. She buys you whatever you want. She’ll even buy you things you don’t know you want.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Black and your favorite color. Black is her favorite color, and you’re her favorite person.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Ombra is not a big fan of nicknames. Why use them when your precious name is right here? She only uses them when she’s whispering sweet nothings in your ear. She usually says them in Persian. Some of them may even make you laugh.

Her favorites are: “نفسم” (my breath), “زندگیم” (my life), “همه کسم” (you’re everyone to me, you’re the only one I have) and “موش بخورتت” (may a mouse come and eat you)

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

Traveling to all the odd places with you. (If this counts as non-modern)

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

She likes to either read with you, or take a nap with you.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

Ombra either distracts herself, overthinks about the situation until the negative feeling subsides, or talks to Gizem if she can. It takes a while for her to fully open up to you since she isn’t used to sharing her emotions with others. Don’t take this personal. Just give her some time.

If you’re sad, however, she knows exactly how to cheer you up. She knows you perfectly. She talks to you, if you want to, and lets you lie on her chest as much as you want to.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

When she’s FINALLY comfortable around you, she talks your ear OFF about poetry, her favorite books, chess, favorite movies etc etc. She also shares with you her observations of people. For example someone says or does something, and then she leans in and goes like. “Do you know why they said/did that? That’s because abcdefg…” She’ll give you a comprehensive data about that person’s character and mentality.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Either You or being all alone in her room. As a very introverted person, Ombra needs to have a space for herself usually. But sometimes, she just cuddles with you.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

Ombra has a huge ego. She usually show off her powers and social status to you. The way your eyes sparkle when you see her using her powers, or when she’s doing her job as the Chief of the Interrealm Forces, fills her with so much joy.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

It takes her a while to think about marriage seriously since she really isn’t sure about her future, and what will happen to her and you as her spouse. But if things work out, she’ll take you on a date somewhere beautiful and quiet, then she’ll take your hands and ask you to be with her forever.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

This is her theme song.

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Marriage is something she never really consideres, given what Falkus and her are planning to do. This is the reason why she’ll struggle a lot with this relationship. She doesn’t want you to get hurt, so she tries to push you away before her feelings for you become any more deeper. She may even be mad at you AND herself, and be a little harsh like: “If you can’t keep up with me, you better leave.”

But if she learns that you two can get married and overcome the hardships, she’ll be like “:3”

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

Cats! They’re one of her weaknesses.

[shallowseeker]

hi shall!!!! it’s whiskey!!! i wrote this post and wanted to know your thoughts on michael believing in chuck/god so strongly because he had to, and what could’ve possibly swayed him sooner on chuck not being good? (ex: if he had been out of the cage when the it was damaged after amara was released or when jack was born) because i think knowing this information could have, considering he chooses willful ignorance. (or you could go the route that he knew somewhere deep down, but didn’t want to know, and that’s why he flipped so easily on him)

some things rattling in my head that are influencing this:

- when he first met dean, he told him that there is no such thing as free will—yet he goes out of his way to choose adam despite dean being his true vessel and part of god’s plan.

- so no matter what, he would’ve failed (as we learn later in s14…?) because chuck wanted to see a sam and dean in particular fight each other. however he didn’t know any of this. he just was under the impression that he needed to start the apocalypse and kill lucifer.

- he tells adam in 15x08 that he can’t ask the question [of why tfw believes god is playing them] because that means he doubts god—the good son, the favorite. but chuck tells lucifer that he’s his favorite! i’m currently picturing his reaction to this and it’s doing things to me.

- i agree with your post about chuck manipulating people through caring about people. it reminds me of when dean criticized jack for making promises to cas prior to his death in all along the watchtower. i do think this is why michael “went back to god” (because imo his lil speech sounds fake as hell) because he couldn’t bring adam back. so he wanted to be on his side because he thought chuck would.

- - (side note) he said his essence was pulled from their body, which begs into question where ‘away’ is, since it’s clearly not heaven. (this is in regards to chuck telling becky he sent her husband and kids ‘away’ before he did the same to her)

- the whole interaction between him and lucifer in s5. (“we’re brothers, we could just walk off the chessboard,” and michael actually looks like he wants to and says he can’t.)

sorry for this long post, i just genuinely feel like you’re the only one who gets my thoughts about this stuff and wanted to know if it tickles your brain in the same way. i’ve currently got a couple (midam-centric) fics in the works and needed to lose my mind in your inbox lol

hope you’re doing well!!!

Hello again! It seems like I confused myself on your question and smashed several things together, ehehe.

I'll try to add some thoughts on the specific things you pointed out:

michael believing in chuck/god so strongly because he had to, and what could’ve possibly swayed him sooner on chuck not being good?

Hmmm. There are a few things that we saw attenuate his behavior that are fun to consider here:

Adam. He wanted Adam to "be his guide" on Earth, showing an interest in spending time on Earth. It's interesting that his words echo Cas from 9x03: "In any event, I – I do now see how difficult life can be ...I think you'll be great teachers."

Cas. Their interactions are so fun! He fights with him! Sasses him! Cas lures him into a brawl, and then injects him with memories. And Cas is somewhat trustworthy, because instead of smiting Cas or calling him a liar, he sulks and despairs over the information, appealing to Adam for his opinion.

, As above, appealing to Adam about a difficult topic. This shows that Adam is someone he's grown to trust and identify with, and although he's sulky about it, he allows Adam to challenge him on his views (we see that he beats others that do in the past, like Zachariah, mirrored behavior with the AU version of Zacharaiah).

Arguably, the AU Michael also had the potential to turn on Chuck because "fulfilling his destiny" and tearing Lucifer apart "in the skies over Abilene" was so intensely painful and disillusioning that he named himself Destroyer of Worlds and vowed to hop worlds, destroying them until he "caught up to the old man" in order to kill him. Nonetheless, AU Michael had a moment where he longed for connection, soliloquizing to Jack about them being the same in 14x09 and later referring to the moment as "a moment of familial weakness that won't happen again."

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- when he first met dean, he told him that there is no such thing as free will—yet he goes out of his way to choose adam despite dean being his true vessel and part of god’s plan.

Oh, interesting! You're right. On the one hand, this points to a zealous desperation to fight Lucifer; on the other, he's almost Forcing Destiny (TM) to happen. Is he depressed or desperately searching for some mission in a life that has no inherent/fulfilling meaning?

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- so no matter what, he would’ve failed (as we learn later in s14…?) because chuck wanted to see a sam and dean in particular fight each other. however he didn’t know any of this. he just was under the impression that he needed to start the apocalypse and kill lucifer.

he tells adam in 15x08 that he can’t ask the question [of why tfw believes god is playing them] because that means he doubts god—

This makes me think about the concept of Heaven and persecution for not just actions but also thought crimes. Anna said something to that effect: We have to take it on faith... Which we're killed if we don't have.

I think this points to that Michael was also not immune to the power structure of Heaven. Of course, we can also take this as he's the originator of it... but somehow I think it spirals back to Chuck's former anger, as Metatron references enjoying Chuck's "former wrath" in 11x20, with this: "There he is. That's the guy I know!"

One might take this in summation with this line in 5x22: "What's this? Another one of God's tests?" ...as just one in a long line of Chuck's endless way of having his subjects and sons prove their love and obligations.

LUCIFER/SAM: We're going to kill each other. And for what? One of Dad's tests. And we don't even know the answer. We're brothers. Let's just walk off the chessboard.

This almost sounds like A test in a LONG LINE of tests. Hm? That's fairly cruel and would have longterm effects for both of them if so... And yes, we CAN certainly take Michael's action as a sign of "having little free will," but if it's attenuated by a long line of cruel obedience tests from Chuck, combined with Lucifer's long-running history of betrayals and Evil (TM)...

I think it's probably intertwined with a lot more than his simplified company line of Destiny (TM) than even he is willing to admit.

The anxiety/fear re; "one of dad's tests" is of particular interest to me here... Hm.

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so he wanted to be on his side because he thought chuck would.

Yes, my thinking is mostly indirect, but I quite like the thought! Lucifer's words about Jack, about referencing being "on the winning team." I just thought it was an interesting way to play it that Michael might be interested in the same thing, now that he has something to lose.

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I dunno how I did answering these for you @jack-deaniels but I hope you found some of this fun!

[propfortytwo]

okay so very rambling thoughts on undertale yellow and about clover specifically under the readmore, spoilers for all the routes

so theres a few main points about clover that color my perception of them

they repeatedly take/eat things that either arent food or are very dubious food, even by monster standards- martlet at one point comments on them grabbing food at a weird time

at one point the narration mentions that the sight of a cramped room gives them uncomfortable memories

flowey mentions that in all of the resets before the game where he watched clover, without his intervention they ALWAYS stay with toriel, every time.

so like. clover clearly hasnt had a good home life prior to the game.

and i feel like this feeds into this concept of, like. Justice™️ yk. they come down intentionally to find the other fallen children which is already like, painful amounts of self-negation/self-harm, but like this framing of it combined with what they do in a pacifist route gives me this impression that they desperately need to feel like theyre helping yk, and to me it feels like this idea has been distilled into them by their upbringing- a kid that self sacrifices to the degree of climbing mt ebott in the hopes of finding missing children, or to the degree of giving up their life in some endings, obviously does not have a healthy amount of self-worth. no matter which extreme they go for its still framed in this idea of doing something that is Just™️ in their view- BUT they're easily convinced that something is the correct choice, whether thats giving up their own life to benefit monsterkind after seeing whats happened to them as injustice, or whether its going on a rampage to "right the wrong" of the children disappearing and the fact that this initial motivation of theirs to find the children is so quickly defused by being shown genuine love and care from toriel. its only when, in previous timelines, flowey manipulates them into keeping their distance from her that they even leave the ruins and continue this idea of revenge, and even then as we see in the pacifist route they cant help but latch onto people who show them kindness. like the fact that theyre so easily defused puts them on the same level as the rest of the monsters who dont really even WANT to fight you, their only motivation being this generational trauma

like they are fundamentally a child. they have immense power in the form of the yellow justice soul but theyre a KID and so theyre easily pointed in new directions/outlets for that sense of "justice". you could even argue that them staying with toriel is learning to accept that justice is being done to them. and whats especially interesting about this is how their yellow soul powers manifest- like, for instance, the point on the no mercy route where they GAIN LV WITHOUT KILLING, something we've previously never seen. they realize that theyre face to face with someone who was immediately responsible for the death of a fallen child, and THAT causes them to immediately shoot up something like seven levels- because theyre powered by this idea of justice, or at this point closer to blind revenge. they dont have determination, they can only access the power of a human soul when its through this lens of righting a perceived wrong or getting revenge. on a pacifist route they ONLY enter the yellow soul shoot-em-up mode when their friends are blasted with an attack right next to them.

[youuuimeanmee]

My ILY 219 Thoughts

When I first read this chapter on fastpass, my head was in mush the whole day, it feels like I've fallen in love. Even after today, 4 weeks later, I still can't put this chapter down. Everything was so intimate, it might be more intense than any romance media I've read so far. (I swear romance in slice-of-life genre is the best). With all that mush, there's also a silent dread in the back of my head, like, if tonight is the peak of Nolan's happiness since forever, what kind of pain and torture that awaits him in the future? Hhhahah let's stop thinking there.

1. I was pleasantly surprised when Nol was about to apologize to Shinae about the whole awkward-morphine-thing! I thought he's gonna use this opportunity to let her stay away from him, but nope. I forgot this is The Nolan Who-didn't-shy-away-from-Shinae-because-she's special Lochlainn. I should've known, despite the dread of loving (and losing) someone again, he also couldn't let her go easily.

2. The trio! YESS!! I was hoping they'd come! "How are you doing, stranger?" Damn right Shoushi, Nol hasn't introduce himself with his real name yet. "Oh shut up, let us have this!" Damn right Shinae. Just let them love you for God sake.

3. Awww that red blush! That crooked smile! It's the similar crooked smile Yeong-Gi had when Shinae gave him ointment for his scratch!

Nol really is touched by Shinae who doesn't give up on showing her care, despite him pushing her away many times 😭And Daww look at Lil Buddy on Nol's side ready to protect him!

4. Nol:

Also Shinae on ep 2, the first time she met Nol:

😏 Nice throwback Quim 😏

5. Soushi. "It's not like anyone's stealing my lunch money anymore." Is it because Soushi's high school is better than his junior high? Because he has friends who can kick ass now? Or because he kept receiving benefits for being Kousuke's spy? Kinda sus there. BUT! Since he finally realized just how severe Kousuke's relationship with Nol, I should trust him. Plus, Lil Buddy didn't attack him tonight! I trust Lil Buddy who trust Soushi.

6. DUCKIESS!!

If he wasn't impressed before because Dieter only described "Yeong-Gi," not "him," he definitely is now 😭 'Cause the boy who wondered where the duck is in the pond? Now that's Nolan. No wonder Nol is so touched 🥺

7. SoachRoach? Daww Soushi nooo :( I don't want you to consider yourself as a pest! Well, if being a pest means he won't leave Nol alone and continue to be his friend then I don't mind, but still-

8. The "I love you guys!" that Nol exclaimed at Dieter and Soushi, and the silent "I love you so much" that gaze straight into Shinae's eyes is *chef's kiss* 🤌🤌

9. "Shinae! Why are you standing so far away? You're a part of this group too!"

No Dieter, Shinae is a league on her own 😏

10. Haha, the "It's a Girl!" balloon that were changed into "It's a Gift!"? Nice save Shinae, real smooth. And oh, almost forgot. Fun fact, Quimchee said on her cc that if Nol were gonna have a child, he'd definitely want a daughter. Surprise surprise, the balloon Shinae brought on this ep is a gender reveal balloon, with "It's a Girl!" written on it. Quim, are you teasing us? Or is it a foreshadowing 🤣🤣

11. Ngl the panel where Nol is staring at his friends with red/pink sunrise and snowfall is soo pretty it's like shoujo manga. I'm soo sooftt 😭

12. Oh boy. That burger analogy he made is definitely dark. So his birthday is definitely:

1) getting stepped on by Hirahara; and

2) he found his birth/birthday leads to his mom's death/disappereance.

I really hope #2 is just some bs nonsense Yui has told him, but idk. Yui is the master of manipulation, some of what she said might contain some ugly truths, which, could be hard to counter :((

13. "Luck? Maybe bad luck..." Oi Nol, Shinae wouldn't know it was your birthday if it's not for the bible. You won't be able to celebrate your birthday in a good mood if it it's not for the bible. And you definitely wouldn't chase after Shinae in the first place if it's not for Nessa's letter in the bible. So it IS a good luck. How could you forget that?

14. Haha I knew she'd pick the orange! 🤣 But that doodle! I didn't expect her to do that but it's genius 🤣 And that message!

Not only it's a nod to Shinae's line when they first met (Humans suck), it's also the answer of his question earlier!

And it must mean so much to Nol cause, ugh, how do I explain it. For Nol who hate himself so much, hearing "you're a good person" might be a bit too much since it's hard to believe. But "you don't suck that much"? To me, at least, it's easier to take because it means Shinae acknowledged his downsides, but she accepts it anyway. Because she sees some good in him. Because he's special to her. For someone who were used to be told he's nothing? For someone who were told to disappear just a few hours ago by certain someone? That, UGHHH 😭😭

15. Oohh that tapping hand! I remember Nol said he knows how to do scales, so maybe he's playing imaginary piano in his head? Maybe he's reminiscing how his mom used to teach him christmas songs? Don't know if that's really the case but I thought it'll be a nice headcanon :) Shinae must've noticed how lost he is in his own world, so the way she brought him back using a finger dance, it's like she's saying "Don't go. Just look at me." 😭

16. The whole finger dance is so cute, but Nol's darken facee. It's like he's thinking, "Why do you think we can't dance? I don't care how much pain I'm in, I can dance with you. I want to." I swear, Nol's "take your shoes off" is much hotter than any "take off your clothes" from any ML in romance manga.

17. I see Yeong-Gi when I see one. With that smile, that happy remark, and that peek-a-boo? Definitely Yeong-Gi, alright. After he decided to live his life as Nolan, just this once, he wears his mask again to ease Shinae's worry, because he won't let her know alll the pain he felt (maybe I should write an analysis/theories about his motive in the future). He doesn't want to scare her, he wants to see her smile for as long as he could because By Gods he needs it. Their dance is like a sweet, silent goodbye, and they both know it.

18. Lastly, I wanna mention how good Quim is with gestures? Nol is holding only 2 fingers, like he still has a wall that says "I'm only asking you this as a friend. Not that I try to hit on you or anything." Almost like he's scared to invite her, afraid she might be scared of him.

But she's not. She accepted him with her full hand. Yet, he doesn't fully hold her hand because he's not ready to completely accept it, he's not ready to open up yet.

Despite all that, he holds what he can (Shinae's fingers) with all his might, because he's unable to let her go?

QUIMCHEEE 😭😭😭

I wanna write more but it's getting long and there's a pic limit, so I'll continue in another post! I'm gonna dump all my thoughts about what Nol might be thinking the moment he's alone with Shinae. Thank you for reading this far! 😆

[darklordazalin]

Azalin Reviews: Arijani

Domain: Sri Raji Domain Formation: 670 BC Final Score: 💀💀💀⚫⚫ (3.5/5 skulls) Sources: Realm of Terror (2e), Web of Illusion (2e), Ravenloft (3e)

Arijani is the Darklord of Sri Raji, which has morphed into Kalakeri in 5e and demoted Arijani as the betrayer of a new Darklord, Ramya Vasavadan.

Sri Raji is a small tropical rainforest that lies north of the Wildlands, the sentient animal Domain ruled by the Darklord King Crocodile. There are four cities within, three of which contain most of the populace. The fourth is the Accursed City of Bahru, which lies on Mount Yamatali. It is here where Arijani makes his home among the ruins of Bahru’s former glory.

Arijani is the son of Mahiji, a human high priestess of Kali and the avatar of the rakshasa Ravana. For those of you who believe in such things, this would make Arijani a demi-god of a sort. Mahiji didn’t realize she had an affair with a furry until Arijani was born. Now, gentlemen, be kind and tell your lovers if you’re a furry or not. It’s best they know ahead of time unless you want things to potentially become very awkward.

Thinking her goddess would be displeased by her actions, Mahiji offered up her newly born son to Kali. However, Kali was pleased by her actions, claiming that her son was the result of her own planning. Deities make these claims all the time, it’s best if we just ignore them. Kali took Arijani and brought him to be raised by the rakshasa. Being Ravana’s son, Arijani should have had high status among his people, but instead he was shunned because he was part human.

Growing up amongst bullies, Arijani developed a deep hatred for his people and plotted his revenge. As the rakshasa often are, Arijani was extremely subtle as he wove his web of deception and revenge. Through his cunning planning and a word whispered in the right her, Arijani manipulated events so that humans would discover the rakshasa hidden among them and kill them. In time, these ploys of Arijani’s led to the rakshasa to fear the very humans they once hunted, which eventually developed into a war between the rakshasa and the people of the city of Bahru. This led to many of his brethren’s deaths, which was Arijani and we can assume, Kali’s, plan. Kali is, afterall, the Goddess of death and destruction. Lowellyn would adore her…

Ravana, upon discovering his son’s plots, sent his avatar to kill him. Instead, Arijani out maneuvered his father and Ravana found himself begging for his life. He promised to grant Arijani a wish if he would let him go. Arijani agreed and wished to be invulnerable to attacks from his own people. Once his wish was granted, Arijani betrayed Ravana and slew him with a blessed silver crossbow bolt now known as Ravana’s Bane. With this final act, the Mists of Ravenloft claimed Arijani.

Arijani’s masquerade ability, which allows rakshasa to wrap themselves in powerful illusions to conceal their true nature (much like my own, I suppose), was altered by the Dark Powers. A curse, though a rather weak one compared to the ones I have to put up with…and one he has easily worked around. Instead of appearing as someone appealing to his victim, Arijani’s mask becomes the thing they fear most or their greatest enemy. He can also appear as any human but no matter what he looks like, anyone in his presence sees him as untrustworthy. He has maintained his father’s blessing of invulnerability and only those outside of his Domain can truly harm him. Still, those that enter will need a powerful magical weapon to damage this rakshasa. I recommend bringing a crossbow if you enter Sri Jai as, no matter the quality, a crossbow bolt will always harm him and if you manage to get your hands on Ravana’s Bane, all the better.

Arijani is a powerful illusionist, able to weave illusion upon illusion making it almost impossible to see through them. I’d be more impressed if that wasn’t something I had mastered myself before the whole lich thing, but still, it’s slightly more impressive than many of the Darklords I’ve reviewed. He uses these illusions to create traps throughout his temple and to aid him while fighting. He’s also a cleric of Kali and has access to Divine spells through her. All in all, a well-rounded combatant.