#I hope he gets mocked by everyone for this. in canon. often

[mostlyinconvenient]

Shadow's storyline in the zombot arc, annotated for clarity:

I'm new to this franchise but this scene made me so emotional 😿

[applepie-enthusiast]

Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood ft. KNY characters

If you know FMAB growing up, I salute you. If you are going to watch it now, I also salute you. Anyway, let's proceed. In response to this poll

In their sincerest hopes to see their dearly beloved deceased mother again, Tanjirou and Nezuko aimed to do what was considered as "Taboo" in Alchemy, that is "Human Transmutation."

Being kids, they believed they could resurrect Kie, who had fallen ill and died because of an outbreak. (Imagine all their siblings too but chose to revive Kie first)

However, they experienced "rebound" and because of that, Nezuko's entire body was taken, while Tanjirou lost his left leg, and cried out in extreme pain and anguish. But, determined to get even Nezuko's soul back, he sacrificed his right arm so he could attach her soul to an armour.

I somehow want Kanao to be their childhood friend aka Winry.

Shinobu as Pinako is funny, but just imagine if Shinobu took the responsibility to take care of Kanao after their older sister Kanae, who was a doctor, was sent to battle and died there.

Tanjirou lowkey being so guilty about what happened to Nezuko that he was so afraid to ask her if she is mad at him. [THAT EPISODE BROKE ME. Just Kanao smashing Nezuko's armored head with a wrench and telling her to run after Tanjirou is peak drama and comedy]

I'm conflicted if I should continued as intended that Tanjurou is their dad in this au as well. Because I just can't see him having the same face as the main antagonist aka "Father". But it's also a big fucking no for "Father" to be Muzan. Yoriichi as Father is TERRIFYING tho.

Obanai as Roy Mustang please it's so funny. But he did give Tanjirou a drive and a motivation to get their bodies back.

Mitsuri as Riza Hawkeye. She hides all her trauma with her personality but Mitsuri being a sniper in the Battle of Ishbal would just be peak 👌 angst.

Rengoku Kyojurou as Maes Hughes. He often comically and enthusiastically tells Obanai to find a wife and marry already (aka marry Mitsuri) and Kyojurou is proud of his little brother Senjurou. He tells everyone about him, and dots on him. He's very kind and warm towards anyone and everyone he meets.

Everything was okay until he found out too quickly, about what was happening in the country. He was too smart for his own good. He was attacked first by Lust aka Daki, but escaped.

DOUMA as Envy would make so much sense. His playful personality when he impersonates a colleague of Rengoku, but Rengoku quickly realizes it isn't them. Rengoku was hastily trying to contact Obanai to tell him of what he found out, but unfortunately this creature finds him. Rengoku whispered that he has to go home and he can't die here, and was about to attack the creature, but Douma had transformed to mimic his mother, Ruka, who Douma had seen from the lone pic that fell from Rengoku's wallet in his haste to contact Obanai. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE. THE THREE GUNSHOTS.

Obanai sighing when he received a phone call, but quickly felt something was off because Rengoku rarely pauses and stay silent that long. "Kyojuro?" He asks.

Rengoku's bloody hand reaching out to the phone because he heard his best friend, but Douma had already placed it back to cut the call.

"Humans are so stupid, falling for such a trick." He mocks and insults him, laughing as he left.

Rengoku, bleeding out, whispering, "Sorry, Senjurou, I can't go home tonight as promised.

JUST TINY SENJUROU (younger than canon), CLUTCHING ON THEIR DAD'S PANTS, innocently asking, "Why are they burying big brother...? How can he go to work if they bury him?" Everyone was devastated

Obanai silent throughout.

After the funeral, JUST OBANAI SAYING, "Ah, It's about to rain".

Mitsuri looking up at the sky. "Eh? It's not raining..." Then she quickly realizes what Obanai meant when he started crying.

"No, it's raining, alright." Obanai adds, and Mitsuri bows her head, and in a sad voice, seconds him.

"Ah.. yes, it's raining... Let's go inside, it'll be cold here soon..."

WHO WILL BE NINA???? AND ALEXANDER???

Daki as LUST as mentioned above. Gyutaro as GLUTTONY. It just goes along well with how those two are close with Douma aka ENVY.

AKAZA as WRATH. he's a king of a nation that already has everything decided for it. Except his bride, Koyuki, who he chose himself.

AKAZA AS KING BRADLEY (and how his hand shookt in anger during rengoku's funeral) he has this twisted view that the weak will inevitably die in the hands of the strong.

KOKUSHIBOU AS PRIDE. Him parading as a tiny child (of course he poses as a human, the son of the king. But he is INDEED DEADLIER, STRONGER than Wrath.) is just so funny. Except he won't be as energetic as Selim Bradley, probably just always curious and "idolizes" the Fullmetal Alchemist aka Tanjirou. THE FIRST SIN THAT FATHER LETS GO OF.

MUICHIROU AS LING YAO. He visits this foreign country looking for a philosopher's stone. He is the representative of their clan because his older brother can't fight like him (added this info). In order to save his clan, he wants to gain information about immortality. He came to the country with his two vassals, Zenitsu (LAN FAN but they're just buddies) and Jigoro (OLD MAN FU), who came from a family that had been serving his for centuries. They're very loyal to him. Muichirou often stresses them out though. HAHAHAHA

Just imagine Mui and co. mooching off food from Tanjirou and Nezuko HAHAHAHAHA

"i cAn'T uNdErsTanD tHiS CouNtRy'S lAnGuagE" whenever he placed the siblings or himself in trouble HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA

Mui collapsing on the side of the road and forgetting his entry pass and being sent to jail is PEAK COMEDY

HIM HAVING CONVERSATIONS ABOUT WHAT IT MEANS TO BE A KING WITH AKAZA THOUGH. While holding an injured zenitsu over his shoulders. OH MY GOD.

Zenitsu sacrificing his hand for them to escape is just wow. If Jigoro is Old Man Fu, he would die. Ouch. (I initially thought of genya as lan fan and sanemi as old man fu but I had plans for sanemi)

So that means Muichirou will be GREED.

INOSUKE WILL BE MEI LING.

Giyuu will be Izumi, Tanjirou and Nezuko's sensei. As seen with his Kimetsu Academy counterpart, his training would be HELL. I'd like to say he is married to Sabito (HE'S ALIVE, SABITO WILL BE SIG). They were living well before Giyuu's sister inexplicably died, and he tried to revive her with alchemy. He had seen the Truth as well.

Sloth will just be GYOMEI TO GIVE A THRILL WITH THE FIGHT. But instead of the sloth in fmab, imagine if Gyomei isn't really evil, but was forced to do what he has to, or else the children he was caring for would die (or something)

Tengen???????? (OR ANY OF HIS WIVES AS Olivier Mira Armstrong???? I JUST THINK TENGEN'S INITIAL PERSONALITY TOWARDS TANJIROU AND CO WOULD BE LMAO)

UROKODAKI AS MARCO.

I CAN'T THINK WHO WILL BE SCAR. SANEMI CAME TO MIND I'M SO SORRY.

When Mui and Tanjirou got sucked in Gluttony's stomach and lmao at tanjirou finding Nezuko's armor hand and going, "TIME FOR MY TELEPATHIC POWERS TO AWAKEN, KAMADO TELEPATHY OHHHHH NEZUKO HEAR ME!!!" and Muichirou deadpan going, "have fun with that"

They would eat BOOT SOUP

Fast forward to all the dramas

Obanai going lowkey insane with finding out who killed Rengoku. He finds Douma and Douma congratulates him on finally finding Rengoku's killer.

Obanai scoffing, "I doubt Kyojurou was killed by someone dumb like you."

Douma going all laughter, saying, "Stupid? What's stupid is people who would fall for this!!!" Then he transforms into Ruka or Senjurou.

Oh the way Obanai's look changed and Mitsuri instantly knew hell would start.

Mitsuri pointing a gun to Obanai's head on the onslaught of happenings and Obanai raising his hand, "What's this about, Lieutenant?"

Mitsuri smiling knowingly, "You tell me. The colonel calls me ~Mitsuri~ when we're alone."

Obanai widens his eyes and instantly reveals himself as Envy and says, "You had a thing going on?!"

Mitsuri smiling, shooting him, "I lied. Thanks for falling for it."

She tried to kill him but is soon overpowered.

Douma laughs, exclaiming, "I will rip you to shreds and show you to your precious colonel!"

But then Obanai arrives.

Obanai going, "what are you planning on doing with my irreplaceable subordinate?" to douma is peak 👌👌👌 when the latter started targeting mitsuri (their other counterpart where douma is a con artist but disappeared after meeting mitsuri and/or obanai is so funny)

Anyway just their heartfelt moment of "If you die, I'll follow"

FAST FORWARD MORE

Obanai going, "I'm surprised you can see in this darkness, fullmetal" because his one eye is already canonically almost blind BUT HIM GOING FORCEFULLY COMPLETELY BLIND HURTS ME.

I'm so obsessed with them. But that's all for now.

[morievna]

BSD 108 – Will DoA arc be like Avengers Infinity War & Endgame?

Hello~~~

Omg this chapter was sooo delicious – me Fyodor stan having time of my life xD His performance and his final words mocking Sigma was 10000/10 – he is truly fascinating and complex villain, I love him xD

OK, let’s get serious XDD

For some time I was wondering how Asagiri intends to finish this arc... Everything indicate that it will end soon, but at the same time given how OP Fukuchi and Fyodor are in their respective fields – some deus ex machina for ADA to win would be unsatisfactory to me honestly. Initially I thought that Bram or Aku will take over and regain control of all vampires and stop Fukuchi, but… after this chapter looks like there is no time for that xD

So I think DOA’s plan won’t be stopped at all, but they will achieve what they want just like Thanos in Avengers Infinity War.

By this I mean that DOA will succeed and create temporary reality – first using One Order to destabilize current world and then using the Book to create new one without abilities. Symbolically, destruction and rebirth always go hand in hand and you can’t have one without another.

Then we will get time skip and Endgame equivalent – our characters living in new world and getting that something is wrong and need to be changed. Maybe reality without abilities would not be so peaceful, who would have guessed that xD Also maybe there will be some rip-off effect of changing reality or some enemy will appear, who guards canon timeline xD Possibilities are endless – it just depends on what Asagiri has in mind and what story he wants to tell.

After all, the core of the story is that abilities are not source of evil and are just part of everyone’s self as projection of fear/greed/anger/and so on. Though world without abilities would be tempting to some characters, which abilities were partly source of suffering - like to Atsushi, who was hesitating whether DOA plan should be stopped. But still, negative traits are still part of everybody and they just need to be balanced by good ones and choices to be better person.

Other random thoughts related to chapter:

Fyodor’s seizure to words ‘help me’ didn’t look fake and it reminded me of how N tried to take control of Verlaine in SB. But I guess it was just temporary and Fyodor regained control and used it to fool Sigma. Ofc it can be that he faked all - we will see if there is more to it or not. Btw I still believe that Fyodor’s backstory is akin to Verlaine or Chuuya – that he was tampered artificially by military to get powerful ability and he started to resent world and abilities because of that. Personality disorder would be indeed cliché and it was already done once in 55 Minutes LN, so I hope that Asagiri has something more interesting for Fyodor in store.

Gogol where are you 👀 I wonder if he is author of the note and that he simply wanted to sabotage Fyodor xD he is character with much potential, I hope he wasn’t just in this arc to set up duel between Dazai and Fyodor in this arc

Me Bram confusion😵 previous chapter pretty set up Bram rejecting passivity and trying to fight for Aya’s future. But this one kinda backed out of this, so I am not really sure where his arc is leading to for now xD but maybe some heroic act later on

Though depending on how things will go - self-sacrifice will suit Fukuchi or Mori too as a way to undo their wrongdoings. Again, possibilities are endless.

Fukuzawa’s state – still I would say it is 50/50 given how healing abilities work whether Asagiri needs character to live or not. Nonetheless, I was expecting his death for a while and it is more plausible option for story sake – Ranpo just needs some character development and Asagiri often use mentor’s death for that. Imo Kunikida as next ADA director was red herring and Ranpo fits better for that role given Agency’s orgin.

Btw i don’t think Sigma will die.

Ofc, it is just speculation and I am not 100% sure that story will go that way, since BSD tends to be so unpredictable. But imo Asagiri didn’t recently mention for no reason that he was inspired by Avengers and that ideally he wants one more season for anime too xD

Thanks for reading and have a nice day 💖💖

[grippingbeskar]

First off CONGRATS ON YOUR MILESTONE!!!!! You deserve it!!!!!!

Secondly I literally want you to write every single prompt and trying to narrow it down was so so difficult but! I hereby request:

💃 6 or 13, for javi you can choose!

🥂 1 I am BEGGING (also for javi because I am a whore!)

— god. i fucking love javi so much. thank you for requesting this wow. and thank you for ur kind words 🖤 hope you enjoy!! also i don’t speak spanish (as much as i have tried) so please feel free to correct my spelling if i fuck up. i tried to figure out where the accents go but i am an idiot. pls forgive me.

— prompts:

💃 13. there it is. there’s that smile

🥂 1. what? does that feel good?

-warnings: explicit content 18+ (semi public, hand stuff oop.) swearing, mention of death, canon typical violence.

[grippingbeskar’s 2k night out celebration!]

“Rough day, princesa?” Javi comes up behind you, his voice snapping you back to reality. You were deep into your fourth drink of the night, trying to wash away the memories of the past twenty four hours.

“You know it was, Javier.” He leans one arm on the bar, facing you, and signals to the bartender for two more drinks.

“Javier? Am I in trouble?” Rolling your eyes, you finish off the rest of your whiskey as a new glass arrives in front of you.

“I’m not really in the mood.” You go to get up, but his hand catches your arm gently. You sigh and slide back into the bar stool, depressed with how easily you just gave up. Only a testament to how weak this place has made you. If today was any indication, a slight breeze would of knocked you on your ass.

“I was kidding. Tell me about it.” His voice was as intoxicating and warm as your whiskey, and you gulped the next mouthful down to try and drown any little remains of feeling that threatened to spill over.

It had never really happened: you and Javi. It was too close quarters in Bogotá, and you couldn’t risk your position. The last thing you needed was people saying you slept your way to the top around here. Being a woman was bad enough.

One drunken kiss was all it took, though, to have your life alter its gravitational pull. He’d leaned over the bar, one he jumped after everyone else had gone home, swearing he could make the best ‘Sex on the Beach’ you’d ever had, and just kissed you. Ever since then, you hadn’t taken your eyes off him. You couldn’t do anything about it, of course, and he probably didn’t want to.

He fucked anything with a pulse, so you put all the flirty comments and longing stares to the back of your mind as best you could. If Javi was anything, though, he was impossible to ignore. Especially if there was something he wanted.

“Come on. Tell me about your day.” He looks at you over his glass as he leans closer. A mixture of cigarettes, whiskey and his aftershave makes your head feel fuzzy, and you want to dive head first into it. Have him take over all your senses, like he did with that one, stupid, life altering kiss.

“You’re mocking me.” You try your best to keep your face blank when he laughs, smiling down at you. Shit— he was so close.

“Never, princesa. God knows I’ve had my fair share of bad days out here. This place will suck you dry if you let it.” There’s a tone in his voice, one of sincerity that you so often don’t get to hear. Your face gets warmer, and you take another sip from your glass.

“Everything just— went to shit, basically. No one followed the plans, a bomb went off in the east building and scattered everyone, La Quica got out without so much as a scratch, and all we came home with was a brick of second-grade coke.” You take a deep breath. You were over it. Over being second guessed, over being seen as a liability. You should be a priority— today just proved it. If everyone had just listened to you…

“Let me guess Your plan would have avoided the east building all together?” You nod, shoulders slumped. “And La Quica was on the top floor, so you could of cut him off if you’d had the numbers.”

“I haven’t even written the report. How’d you know?” He shrugs, finishing off his glass.

“It’s what I would have done.” You nearly slam the glass down. “What?”

“You’re kidding me, right?”

“No. East side of that entire suburb is a shit hole. The back door practically opens into Escobars front yard. I would of steered clear of it entirely.”

“Exactly! There was too many variables, and you could get the entire squad in undetected—“

“If you went around back, because they don’t have stairs. You’d have to scale the building.”

“God, where were you this morning?!” You laugh, smiling up at him now that he’s stood up straight. You knew you were right— the best agent in the DEA just confirmed it, even if your superiors didn’t listen. That didn’t matter, for some reason Javi’s validation was more than enough.

You couldn’t wipe the smug smile off your face, even when Javi’s finger hooked under you chin, tilting your head up even more.

“There it is. There’s that smile.” You can’t look away, and there’s a moment where everything else disappears. Everyone in the bar goes quiet, the lights dim, it’s like some kind of dream overtakes you and all you can do it let it happen. “I thought I’d lost you for a second there.”

“I’m not that easy, Javi.”

“I know.” He shakes his head, and lets his hand drop away. The way he says it makes you think he’s not just talking about losing your smile. “You’re too good to be out here.”

“I’m good, and it’s why I’m here. If my superiors don’t want to admit it, I’ll just have to wait them out.” Javi laughs next to you, looking at you out the side of his eye as he leans both forearms on the bar. “If today was just the start, they’ll get their heads blown off before I ever need to get promoted.”

“This country has made you so brutal. Is that what you think of me when you stare at me across your office?” You exhale quickly, and you speak before your inebriated brain can stop you.

“You’re too pretty to lose your head, Javi.” As soon as the words leave your mouth, you wish you could swallow them back up.

He was the flirt. He was the one always coming on to you. You were supposed to deflect, and now you had practically kicked the door down. You tried to blame it on the drink, but two years in this country has given you a much stronger stomach— at least, strong enough to handle a few half glasses of whiskey without losing your mind.

Javi hasn’t replied, but he has moved. Instead of leaning forward on the bar, he turns back to you. Sliding a little closer, his hand trails lightly, fingers grazing your arm. You can’t help but shiver in your seat, no matter how hot the alcohol is making you feel.

“What’d you just say?” Your eyes squeeze shut and shake your head, but he hums, his hand once again finding a place under your chin. You have no where to look but his face. His eyes, dark and blown out, sucking you in. “Don’t worry. I think you’re very pretty too.”

“I’m sorry Jav, I… Clearly, I’m drunker than I thought.” You fake a laugh, trying to play it off.

“I’ve seen you drink twice as much and win a handstand competition with three of our strongest agents.” You want to kick yourself for that stupid contest. All it’s done is bite you in the ass, even if it was one of your proudest achievements. “You’re not drunk.”

“No, I’m not.” He turns the seat of your bar stool toward him, and slips in between your slightly parted legs. “Javi.”

“Don’t ‘Javi’ me, princesa. We both know you wouldn’t let me get this close if you didn’t want this just as badly as I do.” You swallow hard, and he smiles. He’s not mocking you like he usually does. He’s right, too. You’ve taken down men for doing less.

No— this… you wanted this. Even with every rational bone in your body screaming at you to push him off, to get out of the bar and go home. Sleep these feelings off, handle them with your own hand like you usually do. But he was so close, and he was… fuck. He was really hard. You could feel it pressing against your thigh, and your breath shuddered when he stepped even closer.

“You feel what you do to me? Huh?” He was still holding your face, making you look at him, admit it to him after months of denying it yourself. You nod, just once. “If you want me to go, you need to tell me now. I won’t be able to stop myself like last time.”

Last time. Shit… that kiss. He was getting closer, and your resolve was slipping every inch he closed off.

“But what about… what about everyone else.”

“Fuck everyone else. There’s only you and me here.” It certainly felt like it, but you knew that wasn’t the reality.

“P-people already think I don’t deserve this position. I can’t…” One of his large hands fanned out, sliding down your spine to your lower back and pulling you closer to him. A small hint of a moan slips past your lips.

“I can keep quiet, cariño.” Your eyes flutter closed as he lowers his mouth to your ear, the faintest kiss pressed under your jaw. “Question is, how quiet can I keep you?”

The hand on your back snakes around, and slides up your bare thigh, disappearing under your skirt. He doesn’t waste any time, shuffling you around so that no one in the rest of the bar could see you, and then kisses you hard. At the same time, two fingers circle your clit, and even through the thin fabric of your underwear, it feels good. Too good for you to be in public— oh—

“Fuck, Javi.” He smiles as you moan his name into his mouth, and you can feel him get a little faster. You have to dig your fingers into his hair to stay grounded.

“What? Does that feel good?” His voice flows smooth like honey over your shoulder, and all the tension in your body redirects to the pleasure erupting low in your stomach. You are grateful that you always pick the smallest corner of the bar to sit in, so no one can bare witness to how you roll your hips into every movement Javi makes with his hands.

“Fucking perfect. God— I think…”

“It’s alright, let go for me. I’ll take you home and fuck you properly if you cum for me right now.” His head leans back so he can watch you, and everything goes still for just one moment. Everything except his hand, that never stops— christ, you hope he never, ever stops…

You muffle the loud moan of your release into his shoulder, and you can faintly hear Javi telling you how sweet you sound, a few words you don’t recognise slipping into your blissed out brain. It doesn’t matter what he’s saying because he sounds so good doing it that it’s all the encouragement you need to ride out your high. The dullness the whiskey hung on your body shatters as pleasure racks through you, and when it begins to subside, your legs were shaking on the chair when Javi pulled you back to him.

“Fuck, cariño. Such a good girl for me.” Fingers still twisted in his hair, you pull him back to your mouth, kissing him slowly. When you pull away, you feel that same dream like haze wash over you, and you start to think maybe it wasn’t the kiss… maybe it was just him that made you feel like that.

“Javi…”

“Let me take you home. Stay with me.” His eyebrows were furrowed in something like worry. Worry you would do what you did last time. Run, leave him here alone again. You kissed the crease in his forehead, and it disappeared.

Your legs were still shaking as you stood, and Javi held you by the waist as he walked you outside and down the road to his place. To anyone else, you would of looked like two drunks stumbling home after a long night, and it felt a little like that too.

Only you weren’t drunk— this was something you knew you couldn’t blame on alcohol. The stutter in your heart every time he looked up at you from his desk, the way you felt when he kissed you… it couldn’t really be explained by anything else, but for now you were content to let him guide you home, and stay in this bubble for as long as you could.

[where-dreamers-go]

So this might be an oddly specific ask, but you know how people, when faced with danger have different reactions? Fight, flight or freeze.

Eragon obviously has a fight reaction, but I would like to request an Eragon x reader where the reader has a freeze reaction?

I have that reaction and I've been embarrassed about it all my life. Whenever there's a jump scare in a haunted house or in a film, I completely freeze up and cannot move, and I've always been mocked because of it. I would just like to know how one of my favorite characters reacts to this, if he's even able to be in a relationship with someone that has a freeze reaction, since he's in danger so often.

Anyways, if this is too stupid or vague no worries, please skip it!

"Freeze" Eragon x Reader

(A/N: Hi there! 'Oddly specific' is completely fine. It means I don't have to guess what's going on. So thank you. :) This is not vague. It presents a question that needs some version of an answer. It gets the thoughts going!

This is a very interesting question. I mean, I'm going to guess that the 'fight or flight' phrase doesn't exist in Alagaësia or nearby, however the idea might still stand. Unless I forgot something, which is highly likely.

I am deeply sorry that the no-good, no-filter, boring humans who mocked you. I spit at their memory.

That being said, Eragon in danger so often? Hmmm let's go back to Alagaësia, shall we?

Warnings: Canon violence. Attempted assassination. Nothing actually described.

Word Count: 1,585 words)

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Happiness. Such a large concept and emotion behind a word.

Eragon was not sure he knew what it meant when he was tending to the farm with his family. As days went by, he figured he learned more of what happiness looked like. What it felt like to have in his life.

Sometimes happiness was a short moment. Other times it was how Saphira and himself grew closer. Being alone with his thoughts, Eragon figured happiness also came from you.

You were unexpected. The romantic relationship you both started—no, created—was a delightful wonder. You were lovely, someone he trusted. Something he couldn’t claim to have with many people he met lately, trust.

Everyone seemed to have their own agenda and wanted to drag him into it. To have him be the one to help them all. He doubted himself, even the trust they had in him. Or rather they were expectations. Obligations he had a Dragon Rider. People threw it onto him.

Not you however. You saw him, the boy under the title, with brown eyes of wonder at the world around him. Many a surprise was displayed before him as time passed faster. No more farming. No counting of crops. Eragon trained with a sword and counted how many times you held his hand versus how often you complimented Saphira. She loved it of course. The compliments, not so much how Eragon tried keeping track of them.

Above him, high into the clouds, Saphira stretched her wings at her leisure. Out of sight from any opposing forces’ scouts. Hopefully.

Being a Rider carried as many miraculous positives as it brought disastrous negatives. Thoughts of holding water without physically touching evaporated when faced with a thousand flying arrows.

Sitting further back against the tree, Eragon extended his legs. All the traveling paired with growing stress pinched at his fading cramps. At least there was breathing room. No rows of tents. No armor. Eragon did not need the constant reminder of war.

He took a deep breath. The air was mild, but not unpleasant. A fine day to enjoy as it was. As with his growing habit, his eyes peered over to the tree-line where he last saw you. A warm light in his life of falling into battles and cold-eyed soldiers.

Was it wrong of him to keep his enormous responsibilities and prefer his time with you and Saphira? He hoped not. There was a comfort he needed that running in armor could not provide.

Eragon chuckled to himself. Impatience crept up and he knew Saphira would remind him of it later. He missed your presence already. Could he not wait a few more minutes for you to return? He had little choice. Hands tapping away, he did not stop himself from imagining your fingers in his hair. Wishing for your soft attention. Genuine affection. Perhaps a kiss.

A wave of immediate alarm filled his stomach, feelings not his own.

Little one.

The Rider reached for his sword.

(Y/N) is in danger. A human is hunting them.

In a rush, Eragon was on his feet and pushing passed low lying foliage. Iced heat filled his veins. Running with fear and anger. A dangerous combination as Saphira dived closer.

They couldn’t let any harm come to you.

* * * 

All better, you smiled to yourself. Glad we could be on the ground even a little. Even for a short while.

Seeing a familiar branch on the ground, you hurried along.

I don’t want Eragon worrying about me. You cringed at the thought.

The last thing you wanted was Eragon being anxious of your whereabouts every day. He had enough on his shoulders. He and Saphira both had. You wanted to be the one piece of his life that he never had to question.

A sudden screech of a bird caused you to halt in your tracks.

Silly bird, you thought. Calming your breath, you watched as the bird flew off to another tree, and you were able to walk again. I should be back in the clearing soon.

Thoughts of being in your significant other’s arms again eased your nerves. Hours of flying with your arms securely around Eragon only made you imagine it more earlier. How could an embrace be a simple gesture?

Avoiding a bush, your gaze drifted off into the woods. Movement had caught your attention. Yet nothing out of the ordinary stuck out. Not a leaf. Not a twig.

You shook it out of your mind. There were other things to attend to besides bird watching.

You frowned.

An itch or a pressure greeted the edge of your mind. A feeling you were suppose to know and learn to block. Mind reading or an attack.

You focused on the first tree closest to you without looking at yourself.

(Y/N)! GET OUT OF THE WOODS! Eragon’s voice echoed through your mind. Emotions spiking fear into your own.

Were you not alone in the woods?

No, you thought as a coldness washed over your entire body. Frozen in fear. Eyes locked on the unknown figure approaching you through the underbrush.

GO! Please!

Eragon’s pleas did nothing to move you. No matter if it was your own will or his desperation, it would do nothing to help.

You could not move.

Running would be safer. There were no weapons at your side for defense. None of it mattered because you knew those were not options. You wished they were.

Time went on and the person gained speed. Drawing their weapon from behind them. A type of axe. Sharp nonetheless.

Mentally screaming, you begged your legs to take off sprinting.

Light reflected off of the blade’s edge. The hood flew off of the person’s head, eyebrows darkening over their eyes. Closer to their target. Their goal.

“Jierda!”

Within the attacker’s grasp, the hilt of their weapon broke in two. Blade piercing the ground.

Within the attacker’s grasp, the hilt of the weapon broke in two. Blade piercing the ground.

Bursting forth from the greenery was your hero with his sword but a blur in the air. Not another word coming from him.

The attacker unsheathed a long dagger. Sights set on Eragon.

Your eyes closed.

No. No, no, no. You thought, trying to block out the sounds of the fight in front of you and hoping Eragon would walk away unscathed.

Your heart beat loudly in your ears. A sharp contrast to the woods even as the ground shook momentarily. It scared you more than it should, but what chart was written to make that so? No matter what level of fear you had, it was still that: fear.

Terror rushed through you again at a sudden touch on your shoulders.

“Open your eyes.”

Eragon. Doing as he said was the easiest feat of movement.

Warmth flooded into your limbs and all you wanted to do was curl into Eragon’s chest to cry at the sight of his wide brown eyes. Testing with a small twitch of your fingers brought more relief. His panting breath grounded you. Something real. Something nonthreatening.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, voice cracking.

“Are you hurt?”

You shook your head.

“Why didn’t you run?” Eragon grasped your hands tightly. “They were almost upon you. If I would have—” Closing his mouth, he glanced towards the edge of the tree-line.

You had a feeling he and Saphira were exchanging words.

When did Eragon’s mind leave mine? You stopped your thoughts before they ran away from you with imagining what lay behind Eragon and out of your line of sight.

“I’m sorry.” Genuine and a reflex choice of words. Fear morphing itself into guilt and shame. “I couldn’t run away, Eragon. I’m sorry. And I was out here too long. I was scared.” You swallowed in resistance to the lump in your throat. “I’m so sorry.”

After releasing your hands, Eragon wrapped his arms around you. Snug and unyielding of emotions.

“I was afraid of losing you.” He murmured into your shoulder. “If you can not run—”

—we will find another way to protect you. Saphira spoke into your mind. Her words were gentle, but firm.

“When you’re not with us…we could make a protection necklace or a small item for you.”

“What ever you two think best.”

Good.

“Now,” Eragon stepped out of the hug and took hold of your hand. “Let’s get back to Saphira.”

A wise decision.

You nodded quickly.

We do not know if someone will come searching for the filth. Leaving this place should be done swiftly before anyone may catch sight of us.

“I think I’ve had enough time on the ground,” you stated as Eragon lead you through the edge of the woods.

Moving forward, Saphira’s blue scales glimmered and shined in the sunlight. If someone wasn’t struck with horror at the sight of her then they should just as well be hit with her beauty. How many people of Alagaësia could say either?

“The land is vast from here to the next town. Perhaps we could find another place to rest.” Eragon wondered aloud. “Before nightfall.”

You squeezed his hand.

Brown eyes met your gaze. A blend of determination, worry, and deep affection. However short your time together had been compared to the lives of many, Eragon shared his value of your relationship together.

With time, you hoped he wouldn’t have to worry as much. But that was wishful thinking in Alagaësia when Eragon was weaved further into its events.

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[jittyjames]

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YEEHAW THANKS ANONNNN

8. for hamilton, i hope more people can appreciate aaron burr. he is the most underutilized character in the musical, and often times people just completely erase his character and characterization. i could go on for hours about aaron burr. his dynamics with everyone are amazing, and let's be real, leslie is arguably one of the most talented people in the cast. HOW DO PEOPLE NOT APPRECIATE BURR??? anyway for jcs, just jcs broadway 2012 in general. people don't even put this production in the core ones, and it makes me saddd :(( like guys i promise it's good. i know it's different BUT DIFFERENT IS GOOD!! they didn't appreciate it then, and they don't appreciate it now :((( but also for jcs, mary. i need to see more mary love. more mary fics, more mary fanart. just more mary pls and thanks.

9. OOOO for hamilton, I'm gonna go with jeffmads. i don't really venture into ships that don't involve alexander, but the dynamics in this one are good. i see really cute fanart and really cool fics that bring me joy even if i don't obsess over them, spend hours thinking about them, have the desire to write for them. it's a good ship. y'all should do it more. as for jcs....uhhhh.. most of the ships i like I go absolutely crazy for. I don't just enjoy them normally. I guess caiaphas and annas. like yes. good content. I love to see it.

10. OOOOO CAN I PUT ALL OF YOU????? PRETTY PLEASE?????? ALL OF YOU MAKE THE FANDOM EXPERIENCE SO MUCH BETTER???

ok I'm just going to rattle off some moots for hamilton: @firebalda @crys-sp @cecescomposition @starduckys @conjectureand-gloom @gabcakes @arkhamknight14 and the entirety of the founding fucks. I'm probably missing some, I'm sorry :(((

and for jcs, just the entirety of the jcs discord server. like all of y'all. you guys have made jcs such a good fandom, and you're all so talented. i love that we can just brain rot together

16. for hamilton, i feel like more details have already been obsessed over. I love the use of motifs for songs (like wait for it and burn being the same notes, just at different tempos and with different rhythms) like the implications there that burr and Eliza have some similarities in these songs makes my head spin and keeps me up at night. of course, this is just me being insane for hamburr. like lin is a smart man. he worked on this for years. he did that on PURPOSE. also the fact that alexander is constantly singing other people's themes, like eliza's and burr's, almost mocking them with it. in jcs 2012 broadway, during jesus' arrest, judas is trying to run to jesus with and outstretched hand only to get flung away by a guard. no one talks about this. i brainrot over this moment. judas canonically was trying to rescue jesus. and when he's just centimeters away from touching him, they're ripped apart. also not really tiny, but under-appreciated. the temple scene. the implications of judas walking through while jesus/mary avoid it, the way he's staring at the dancers (men and women), and the fact jesus gets so angry he shoves him that hard. like oh god, they took an already dense scene and made it even more heavy. WHAT WAS GOING ON THERE???

23. hmmm. this ones hard bc most the time, i actively venture into the fandom if it looks interesting. so this happened with hazbin hotel. some mutuals were fangirling over it, and i gave it a try and loved it!!! but i guess if I had to pick one I haven't looked into yet....I think it might be batman?? but not batman??? batman's kids??? idk I see it a lot, and they're always doing lots of whump stuff!

THANKS ANONNNNNN MWAH

[alexanderlightweight]

Not a prompt, but omg YES I agree with you about the pressure on Alec to go past his boundaries. Like I see too much of those, and sometimes I wish there was more where they acknowledged those boundaries they pushed was too far, or too much, or perhaps not the right time. Esp where it is 'lighten up and come to club to have fun because you can be boring!' (Exaggeration) And it's like, geez, not all of us are the same and view clubs are fun. For instance, I'm at home, reading this. My fun.

yeah there are more of them with ignoring boundaries than respecting them or boundaries being pointed out and respected. and everyone is entitled to their own idea of fun and there's nothing wrong with those fics, i just find them anywhere from mildly triggering to 'i am going to scream and light izzy and jaze on fire'.

because again, there is nothing wrong with being encouraged to go outside your comfort zone.

but being basically gaslight into it or shamed or mocked isn't a great tone for me and has made me close a lot of promising fics. again, not because the fic was bad or the author did anything wrong, but because it's not a trope i enjoy reading, not because the trope shouldn't exist.

like yes i find it triggering, that just means i can avoid it and write my own version, not that those versions shouldn't exist (not directed at anon btw, just in general making my thought clear since confusion in rampant in fandom and on tumblr).

again it's fiction, i write a lot of incredibly unhealthy things myself and a lot of DDDNE and i hope to fuck everyone who needs to avoid any of my fics does.

but boundaries are hard enough without having to deal with one of your OTP Special Interests dealing with the same shit you've had to deal with and watching them be invalidated and never get closure.

not going to lie. i write so much of alec enforcing boundaries because i use it as a mental pick me up to remind myself it's okay to set boundaries.

so i also write with a harsher perspective towards jace and izzy and often a much more compartmentalizing alec. because and this is canon, like authors are literally just following season one and part of two and parts of three, where it's like alec's not allowed to have opinions if they disagree with izzy and jace. he almost always is the one buckling and apologizing and backing down and it's really disheartening. especialyl when he's supposed to be the leader and they treat him like that.

sorry anon, i got to rambling because i'm super passionate about this and you fired me up! (not in a bad way, just in a rambling ranting way)

TLDR:

if i ever write alec thanking izzy and jace for disrespecting his boundaries and himself... yeah its not happening. we learn to respect boundaries in my universes!

except for magnus. magnus respects boundaries while he looks for the gaping loopholes.

<3 lumine

(anon i'm so sorry i don't even remember what i was trying to explain at the start of my ramble)

[vespertin-y]

liveblog-o-clock! this time the first part of ch4′s daily life...mostly i just get real sad about gonta and rapidly whiplash between wanting to fistfight maki in a waffle house and wanting to wrap her in a blanket.

-[in a situation like this...i don’t see how we all could possibly stay enthusiastic. ...well, with two exceptions.] “what’s wrong, bro!? you’re not gonna eat!?” “if you don’t eat, then gonta will eat you instead, shuichi!” HPDJSDHSDGHSDHF. why would you pay attention to kaito and kokichi’s tragic parallels when you could pay attention to their funny ones truly.

-himikoooo :’) she’s clearly doing a bit of fake-it-til-you-make-it here, but her determination to be better is really endearing and genuinely inspiring. also the way she gets way too enthusiastic way too fast and almost keels over is hilarious.

-”there’s nothing more depressing than an unnoticed prank.” EATING THIS...do u think he realizes how much this sentence reveals about him.

-”it’s like a titty no one wants to fondle!” characterization moment over miu time now (it’s ok though i laughed)

-”no! you don’t get to tell gonta what to do anymore!” “y-yeah...gonta learn lesson after insect meet and greet...” gonta LITERALLY AGREED to help kokichi w/ the motive video plan, adding the meet-n-greet was completely unnecessary and only fractured their partnership. it’s almost like kokichi’s paranoia is destroying his interpersonal relationships or something...

-”yoink! i’ll take that card key then!” we don’t talk about how funny this is often enough. like yes it’s about to lead to horrible horrible tragedy, but the fact that kokichi’s so done with this shit he fucking STEALS THE MOTIVE AND CLIMBS INTO THE VENTS WITH IT makes me cackle. goblin mode activated.

-”shuichi is so amazing. gonta wanna be useful to everyone too.” “don’t worry. when the time comes, we’ll use your body as a meat shield.” “okay! gonta hope time come soon!” WERE IT NOT FOR THE LAWS OF THIS LAND (me being a 100 pound asthmatic and harukawa maki being fictional) I WOULD HAVE SLAUGHTERED YOU!!!! no one even REACTS to her saying this im so fucking madddd. when kokichi spouts lines literally indistinguishable from this the other characters *rightfully* understand him as a massive asshole and ostracize him from the group!! but GOD FORBID kodaka’s most favoritest waifu be treated as a complex and morally gray person instead of a prop in thigh highs who can’t be held responsible for anything she says!! i need to go pet my dog.

-ok i petted murry’s lil face i can be normal about fake people now. anyway NEW AREAS!! kiibo not liking his lab is obviously more of a gag than ryoma and shuichi not liking theirs but it still makes me sad. give my boy his wind chimes :[

-the cathedral floor is gorgeous, but it feels almost mocking now that angie can’t see it...

-”to become a completely different person and feel like you’re part of a different world...doesn’t that sound interesting? don’t you want to live in a fictional world?” NO!!! BAD TSUMUGI!!!!!!!! TAKE THAT MALADAPTIVE COPING MECHANISM OUT OF YOUR MOUTH RIGHT NOW-

-”yeah, before i got sponsors for my cosplaying, i worked a bunch of jobs. i used to say to my customers...”i’m in a bit of financial trouble...if only someone could help me out...”” HPDHBSGDHS. i love these little bits we get of tsumugi having a mischievous side, like here and the FTE where she says she can walk into trains and movie theatres without paying for a ticket. i wish it came up more often, both in canon and fic.

-turns out the very concrete memory i had of what shuichi’s lab looked like was...completely wrong. huh.

-”but this place doesn’t match you at all. i think this lab is too good for someone like you.” “ahaha, you might be right...first i need a cloak and a deerstalker.” “what...? the clothes wouldn’t even look good on you. it won’t suit you at all, so don’t even try it.” goes to pet my dog again

-tsumugi’s lab having a drink mixing station and shuichi’s lab having a cabinet of poison is such a good red herring lol, i was SWEATING waiting for someone to keel over my whole first time through this chapter.

-”huh? didn’t i tell you before? i believe in people i wanna believe in. and if they betray me, it just means i made a bad call believing in them.” DEAR GOD NOT THIS AGAIN...not everything is ur responsibility spaceman!!

-”heh...hehehehe...mankind deserves damnation...fuck that! we’re already damned here! being stuck here with you losers is the worst hell there is!” “the “you losers” part...wasn’t necessary.” “sh-shut up! i’m tired of this! let us outta here! let us out! c’mon, don’t leave us in here! pull us out!” “miu, calm down! it’s okay! gonta will protect you!” cool coolcoolcoolcool im not obliterated by that at all ○|￣|_

-kokichi claims he hasn’t found what the card key opens in a way that makes it sound like an obvious lie, but since gonta only says he took the boulder off the manhole much later in the conversation, it seems he’s telling the truth. i doubt if he’d asked gonta to move it so he could go in gonta would’ve/could’ve kept it a secret, plus kokichi’s not acting Completely Fucked quite yet.

-FTE time! they picked another of kokichi’s first. the pre-FTE dialogue being kokichi dragging shuichi around the entire dome looking for places the card key could go is cute, the actual FTE just being them having a tea party moreso. also: “my organization requires everyone to have an afternoon tea break. it increases productivity.” “ah. that sounds like a rather...peaceful organization.” “yup. the supreme leader, *ahem* me, is a pacifist. that’s why i settle fights with games.” i wanna see the DICE tea parties....do you think there’s actual tea or do they just put cheap soda in fancy (stolen) teacups.

-they only got time for one FTE...? weird. not as weird as the monokubs were being in the nighttime announcement though :[

-”um, angie’s gone, and student council not around anymore...but gonta still think it best to not go out at nighttime. cuz ryoma got killed at nighttime. and angie, too.” “that’s true...but the promise i made to kaito is really important to me. i can’t break it. i promise, i’ll go right back afterwards. and i’ll make sure we stick together.” “...gonta careless just now. gonta not know you make such important promise to kaito. gonta...so useless.” “no, no! not at all, gonta. don’t worry about it. we all know how much you care about us.” “...” “gonta?” “shuichi, gonta come to decision!” “huh? what have you decided...?” “hmm, actually...gonta will tell everyone tomorrow, when everyone together.” SAIGOKU ARMY HOW U FEELING? BAD???????? the closest thing we have to a true saiou confession scene is kokichi trying to convince shuichi to do murder-suicide with him and somehow not even that shattered my heart like this. how do y’all COPE.

-”by the way...this seems like a good time to ask, but...did you...like kaede?” “huh?” “well...i assumed you didn’t, because that would be weird.” “what do you mean, “weird”?” “liking someone you just met...especially in a situation like this...” (appropriately sepia-toned flashback to the hand holding scene.) “then tell me...under what circumstances is liking someone *not* weird?” “...huh? i...don’t know. i don’t...really understand what that is...nevermind. just forget i ever asked.” “forget you asked? why did you bring this up, maki?” “...no reason. i was only curious.“ “no reason? maki, you’re being...cruel. you ask me a personal question, then act like you don’t care-” “hey! were you guys making out while i was gone!?” WHPDJFHBDSF THANKS, KAITO. in all seriousness though i really do love this scene. shuichi’s right, maki *is* cruel here - but not on purpose. she’s poorly socialized and miserable and blunt and doesn’t understand what she’s feeling - of course she’d accidentally hurt her friends’ feelings sometimes. and it DOES clearly hurt shuichi’s feelings!! he doesn’t move on seemingly without even registering what she said (like the awful gonta shit earlier) or try to make an awkward joke (like in the lab). he just tells her flat-out ‘hey that was mean and made me feel bad’, and i think they were really going somewhere communication-wise before they got cut off!! (no real complaints though it was hilarious). i have (1) fic currently up on my ao3 rn and it’s a maki+shuichi fic i primarily based off this scene. the only maki characterization that matters 2 me <3

-that’s the end of day fourteen! we’ve just now reached TWO WEEKS what the hell. i have so much respect for people who actually try and follow the canon timeline in their fics, i could never. see you next time! love you!

[savingthrcw]

Ellana Lavellan - elf mage inquisitor

iconless but her fc is Sarah Michelle Gellar (I had the strongest Buffy vibe when in Haven, believing she was about to die, she still took the time to sass Denam) Wanted interactions: Dragon Age Only. Doesn't have a follower verse.

Canon divergences:

-she's 25 at the time of the Inquisition -canon divergence: she's the clan Keeper's NIECE, not her First. Her aunt gave her the mission to go to the conclave to spy for their clan as a last chance, because she loves Ellana. -why a 'last chance'? Because before DAI Ellana was a MESS. Banished twice, her aunt spoke in her defense and had her brought back, but her general disastrous behavior had her sent away again. Rebellious, aggressive, mocking everyone and everything, started softening up after 3 years among humans/alone, which taught her that she should have been more appreciative of her clan's rules and harmony. -Humans branded her face, and unable to fully remove it she turned it into a flowery tattoo ; she was often arrested; fighting in taverns, stealing, mostly vandalizing or breaking things, but then, that was nothing new to her.

-after the conclave happens, Ellana suddenly finds herself with the power to save the world or doom it, and suddenly she has Responsibilities. She has people waiting for her to lead. And so Ellana out of nowhere is acting reasonably, responsibly; she's friendly and nice, she's calm, she has no idea of what she's doing but she's doing it, she knows she's not been sent by Andraste but she'll say what she needs to say to make people feel better. She's organized, merciful and a bit hopeful. This is the Inquisitor they all get to know, the good old dependable Ellana. (but I'm here for them learning the truth as time goes by) -After the war is over and she goes after Solas, her dear friend, who saves her life by cutting her arm off but also intends to bring the end of the world as they know it, she dismantles the Inquisition and intends to stop him no matter what. She'd rather talk him out of it, but if she can't, he dies. And suddenly she doesn't have to keep it together as much.

some choices (that of course can be changed if they involve someone you write) so that you can also jump straight into interacting with her without having to write an introduction: -sides with mages -her clan is wiped out -forgives Blackwall almost immediately (she gets it) -gets along with Iron Bull, often has drinks with him, same for Varric though she doesn't know how to face him after she leaves Hawke in the Fade -Dorian is her best friend (and apparently she hadn't heard of 'gay' before given her confused response when he told her he was attracted to men, but didn't need any more time than that to accept it as a concept and move past it. They still flirt with each other occasionally, given that she gave him the okay to keep it up) (she goes to him when she's pining over Cullen so he can keep her distracted. Doesn't say it but he knows. Everybody knows.) -she's immediately into Cullen, but really didn't mean to fall in love (she does because he's adorable when she flirts, but also because they grow very close after Haven). He learns more about her after they start sleeping together. She encourages him to keep going without Lyrium. They marry later on. -Loves to go tease Cassandra about everything because she's so serious -Josephine and Solas are also close friends and she asks them all sorts of questions -Leliana is Divine, Cole is human. -Doesn't get as close with Vivienne nor Sera (she does prank people with the latter, but as much as she's a rebel against her clan, Ellana doesn't appreciate elf on elf hate) -if Cullen isn't romanced, she's straight and open to humans and elves. In this case she will always have that first moment of 'you have my Interest' towards Cullen at the beginning but nothing will come out of it.

[feitania]

𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: suggestive content, semi explicit sexual content, curses, canon typical violence, minors dni

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Throughout the years Ran calls you names like only lovers would do. You hate him for it. And you hate your heart even more for being his.

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: happy valentines-day, have a little ran content. This is my first time writing for this loser, but I think I like the way it came out. Thanks to my lovely ran-expert @chronic-claire-universe for looking it over. And thanks to my former mutual who always gave me cute nicknames. I miss ya. Also please listen to this songs while reading this: call me and hold me the title

[21:41, haitani ran]

Ran likes to call you every name in the book.

It's a bad habit that started after you first met him when he was young, hiding his anger at the world behind snarky comments and his typical lazy smile, somehow knowing how much you would hate it.

It was a joke at first, you think. Being more mocking than affectionate, he was always giving you absurd names when everyone could hear it, when everyone saw your face reddening from anger and embarrassment.

"Pretty play thing," he called you the very first time you met, not knowing you and only interacting because fourteen-year-old ran was bored enough to walk around on his own, crashing parties from other middle schools, aware everyone was to scared to tell him off.

At this time you were too perplex and baffled too answer him, so you just stared back with furrowed brows.

The second time he met you, again at a party thrown by some lower deliquents from your middle school, he referred to you as "pillow princess" in front of his brother who was tagging along this time, only acknowledging you with a short glance before he decided you weren't worth a greeting -until you answered ran with a hissed "asshole" and a drink right in his face. It was the last time he called you pillow princess and the first time he really looked at you, eyes intense, burning and a smile adorning his lips, a real one. It might have been the time he fell in love with you.

And it was always the same. He saw you around, found you in a crowded street or spotted you in a full room within seconds, his smile widening slightly, eyes fixated on your face. You could see how much he enjoyed your expression twisting into anger or resentment. More so, he seemed to get a kick out of it.

maybe you encouraged his behavior too often in the past.

You had hoped he would stop calling you names someday, hoped that it was only a joke from a teenager, unfamiliar with how to talk to a person from the opposite sex and that it would die down when he gets older but even now, years later, Ran, pushing his thirties and clearly outgrown his awkward teenager phase, still only calls you pet names like lovers would do.

Consistently showing obvious distaste and a disgusted look everytime he apporaches you, eyes barely hiding his mischievous intend as he draps himself over you with his long limbs whispering "hello little lamb," into your ear, his hot breath tingling your neck.

"My morning star," ran greets, approaching you with open arms as if he would go for a hug. But you know him. Nearly everything ran does is empty. His smile, his words, even his kindness is only a shell to hide his crude personality.

"Haitani," you don't look up from your phone when he reaches the the stool you sit on, blatantly ignoring him in favor of writing your friend to please hurry up, "are you stalking me or how do you always know where I am?"

He sits down next to you, gracefully spinning your chair around so you involuntarily have to face him.

"But sunshine," Ran starts and you roll your eyes, "don't you know that I have eyes everywhere? I'll always find you."

He studies your face with an amused gaze. You try to give him a hateful look in return.

And he's right, he does find you everywhere. Ran is like a force of nature, a fate you can't run away from.

"You're the apple of my eye," Ran proclaims dramatically when he walks you home at night, looking down to you with a smirk while he draps his jacket over your shoulders to keep you warm.

Throughout the years you got used to it just like you got used to all the names he pulls out of his pocket and throws at you like he throws his endless amount of money at the strippers dancing in his high end club in roppongi. Unlike them you don't ask for them with greedy hands like the girls on the pole do -not that you would complain about that, they had to pay their bills too- but he still takes the time to come up with new ones to never make it boring. It's nearly endearing.

"Who even says something like that, Ran?" You laugh fondly, a little bit drunk from the sake you downed and maybe his smile.

"I do, apple-pie,"

You laugh louder at the new nickname and lean against him, an arm around his waist to support your weight. A hand finds its way into your hair and brushes back a lose strand.

"I hate you Haitani Ran"

"No," Ran stops to lean down and kiss your forehead, "no, you don't."

"No, I don't" you mumble back and press your head against his chest.

You really have grown used to them, even if you didn't want to. You two got to comfortable around each other.

"Angel face," he murmurs into your neck, his arms holding you close, your back against his chest while the lavender eyed sways you both around. You feel him peppering butterfly kisses up your spine, making you tilt your head subconsciously to give him more access. Ran sucks a dark bruise into the sensitive skin at the junction between neck and shoulder. "Baby," he kisses the bruise gently before biting down again, "my little fairy princess," you feel his words against your throat, "you have to say stop before I lose myself."

When your legs are hooked over his shoulders, hands digging into his back and drawing red marks into his tattooed skin as he holds you down he mutters "my jewel, my heart, my treasure" in between moans and you wonder if he even knows your name.

He wonders when you will finally fall for him.

When Ran stands in front of your door in the middle of the night he says "night flower."

When you want to close the door and get his foot caught in between while he tries to stop you he hisses "what the fuck you fucking bitch," and kicks the door fully open.

Ran has you cornered. No smile, only his violet eyes on you threatening to devour you alive.

"What's your damn problem, little night flower?"

You hate how the pet name sounds from his mouth, he spits it out like an insult and it makes you angry. Angry that the names he gives you can mean anything. But never love. Not in your eyes. Not like this.

"Say my name, Ran."

The tall man looks taken aback for a second, relaxing his shoulders and giving you a chance to breath while he seems to think what you could mean by that.

"What?"

"My name, say my name. Do you know my name?"

It's silly. He should know your name. Of course he should after all the time he hunted you down to annoy you. Yet you're not sure.

"Are you stupid or something?" He asks after a few seconds, voice getting louder with every word. He sounds angry and hurt. It's weird for you to see him so lost and vulnerable.

"Why? You never seemed to bother remembering a womans name before so-", you start but he hold his hand up to silence you, "don't fucking dare to complete this sentence, " the taller warns with a low tone before turning around to the door.

"You know nothing, baby, fucking nothing."

He storms out of your apartment and slams the door shut, leaving you pressed against the wall, tears streaming down your face without you noticing it.

Ran doesn't call you any names for a while. In fact, he doesn't call you anything at all, he disappears for a short while without telling you where he went.

When a stranger calls you princess you feel like throwing up.

"Fuck, Ran, please," you whimper and lean your head against the wall with a loud moan, trying to support yourself so you don't slide down. Your weak legs tremble when the purple haired presses his head further in between your legs again, his hands are settled on your hips to hold you still while he eats you out.

"Come on, my daisy, one more, yes? You're doing so good for me. Only for me, princess," His voice is like velvet, singing praises to you in the dark of his room laced with love and possessiveness and and you respond with his name like it's a prayer. His words bring you close once more, you shut your eyes in a mix between frustration and unbearable pleasure, your hands searching for something -anything- to hold onto and finding their way to his hair, pulling hard.

He groans against your core and you come undone, chanting his name like a broken record. Ran stands up to catch you in his arms, easily picking your lax body up to carry you all the way to his bed, laying you down onto the silky sheets.

The lavender eyed gives you a peck on the nose before making a move to distance himself a little but you grab his hand and pull him to you on the bed again.

"Don't leave, Ran. Please don't leave me again," you whipser to him with a hoarse voice.

"I won't."

"I'll kill you if you do."

The bed dips under his weight as he climbs in and lifts the duvet for you to get under. He tugs you in so gently and with so much love that you want to cry. You missed him so much.

"I rather die than being without you, little dove," you hear him mutter as you slowly drift away.

The next morning you already sit on the kitchen counter with a cup of coffee when he comes in, handing him a full mug which he gladly accepts.

"Why are you up already, rosebud?"

Leaning against the countertop next to you with a tired face, uncombed hair and sweatpants he looks like another person. Nothing like the man who owns every club in tokyo, the one who rules over the underworld with an iron fist next to his brother and the other bonten executives. He looks younger, more like the boy you meet all this years ago.

Seeing him like that reminds you of the young Ran who talked about the future like it's his already, who got his knuckles bloody everyday with a smile on his face. The boy who cried in fear of being separated from his brother in juvie and wrote you letters everyday when he was in reform school.

"You talk in your sleep," you explain him.

"What do I say?"

"My name," you smile into your cup thinking back to last night where he slept with his arms around you, your name on his lips.

[crestfallercanyon]

Hello i know that everyone doesn’t like them but can you

O some Trenda headcanon ? 🙏🥺

With 1,2,3,5 ? Please…

Hiya Hope! Sorry this took me so long to respond!! I was a bit busy. And I have no problem with Trenda! They aren't my preferred ship anymore, but I will tell you they were what I was hoping was endgame when I read the books as a teenager so definitely see the appeal 😉

Anyways, so, 1, 2, 3 and 5. Let's GO!

Who would end a heated argument by defending their actions with "because I love you!"

Thomas. 100%. Thomas would do something protective (that Brenda doesn't need/want/won't admit to needing/wanting) and she would start arguing with him about how he doesn't need to be a hero and he would get frustrated and eventually it would culminate into "because I love you!" and Brenda would deadpan stare him in the face and go "you are such an idiot, that's not a good reason at all." but would secretly be very touched.

If Brenda would even get close to saying something like this, it would be much more she enacted revenge against someone who treated Thomas shittily (like keying their car or something) and Thomas would go "that's wrong!" and she would be far more cavalier about it.

2. What would they do if the other woke in a manic state after a nightmare?

I could see this happening with Thomas a lot and Brenda in the beginning tried to block him. Tried to get him to stay down, stay in bed, everything's alright, just keep reminding him. But that would only confuse and upset him more and then he'd feel bad later for getting upset. Now she kind of rolls with it (something Jorge told her to do) and makes sure to keep him in check. So if he wakes up in a panic and starts trying to run or go somewhere, she links arms with him and follows his lead and tries to whisper placations and keep him on track and keep him from doing anything dangerous but overall just makes sure that he knows she has his back.

For Brenda, I think she just needs weight. Containment and assurances. Thomas would wrap himself around her and lock her arms in and would just start talking about nothing. Lots of chatting, things that would normally make her laugh, things that would normally make her mock him. Just talk and talk and talk and pet her hair and slowly ease her back into bed.

3. Do they wear the other's clothes?

Brenda's a notorious sweatshirt stealer, not only of Thomas's, but literally all of her guy friends (she's platonic flirty in that way). Of Thomas's stuff specifically, she really likes wearing his basketball shorts and one of his old t-shirts. He particularly likes his t-shirts on her.

Of Brenda's... there's this old coat (that was definitely Jorge's) that she wears a lot that he'll throw on when he's going outside in the winter. It smells like her and makes him think of her. He also occasionally, if this is movie!verse Brenda, will wear the necklace of hers that has the picture of her brother when she's having a hard time. That way she still gets to keep it but she's not the one carrying that weight.

5. Describe their cozy night in.

I think they stay in bed all day. If it's modern au, they order pizza and layout newspaper over their covers and eat in bed. Thomas reads aloud for a while or Brenda plays her music. If it's canon world they listen to the sounds of Safe Haven bustling around them and work on little side projects. They talk every so often but I think after everything that happened, quiet quality time is often all they need.

Anyways, hope you enjoyed and again thanks for patience! This was fun to write up <3

from the Obligatory OTP Asks game

[dreadlockholiday]

*slides conspiratorially next to you* what are your thoughts on a small alpha Steve and big omega Bucky?

Sorry for replying just now, nonnie! I haven't been feeling well these few days and brain went 😴

This isn't part of any specific au or canon, so imagine it however you like ❤️

For starters, small Alpha Steve is very very insecure.

He always smells a little sad and anxious. Hunched over pretty often, like he's trying to hide and shut everyone out. Full of nervous ticks like brushing his bangs aside, bobbing his leg, never able to hold eye contact.

He's particularly bad at holding eye contact with Bucky. He always makes Steve very nervous.

Bucky smells like cinnamon.

Steve starts using cinnamon a lot in his baking. At least he can have cinnamon buns since he'll never get to have Bucky.

Bucky's sweet and kind and smiles at everyone and everything. He smiles at Steve too, and his cheeks are pink and look really soft when he does.

Steve's very quiet and often standoffish, it's his self defense mechanism, but Bucky's not put off by that. He thinks Steve is mysterious and intriguing, he'd love to get to know him.

He makes Bucky very nervous.

A lot of getting caught staring at each other. A lot of looking away quickly and blushing. Steve doesn't understand why the most gorgeous Omega in the world pays so much attention to a loser like him. Maybe he sees something good in him.

Then he remembers it's because he's pathetic and small and Bucky probably finds it funny and ridiculous. That's what everyone does.

Bucky walks in on Steve getting mocked and laughed at by a bunch of people one day and it breaks his heart in a million pieces.

He waits until they're gone before finally talking to Steve for the first time.

"Hi, I'm Bucky." Steve knows that already. He also knows Bucky witnessed the entire scene and he's humiliated and he just wants to run away. But Bucky smells so nice, his scent doing something wicked to the ice in Steve's chest and melting it away.

"Uh, I'm Steve," he says. Bucky knows that already. He's been aware of Steve's existence for a long time.

They end up walking together, wherever it is they're going. Steve realises Bucky talks a lot. He's like a ramble machine, and he's beautiful and bright like a ray of sunshine.

Bucky gives him a kiss on the cheek before scurrying away. He can't kill the butterflies in his tummy for hours and days, thinking about Steve's eyes and his jawline and his soft citrusy scent.

He finds him again the next day and they hang out, Bucky mostly doing the talking and Steve listening.

Bucky's very funny and laughs at his own jokes a lot, sometimes he starts giggling before he can even say it. He has a cute crooked tooth and an adorable snub nose.

Steve's hands are very nice. Bucky's thoughts about them are very nice too. He decides to be brave one day and grabs Steve's hand in his.

Steve positively combusts, he feels ten feet tall in that moment. Bucky's the best thing that's ever happened to him.

Bucky decides to share one of his hobbies with Steve one day and shows him his poetry. One of the poems is called Lemons and it's about Steve, but Steve's too dumb to figure that out. Bucky's a little bit exasperated because he was hoping Steve would get the meaning of it and realise that Bucky was confessing his feelings that way. That was plan A, but now Bucky has to rely on plan B.

(Plan B: kiss Steve on the mouth.)

(Plan B goes very well.)

Bucky loves being spooned so he asks Steve to spoon him whenever they're cuddling. He wants to feel small and protected and Steve's perfect for that. Even if he's small and shorter than Bucky, his presence takes up all the space in Bucky's heart. He's larger than life.

Steve laughs at Bucky when he tells him he thinks Steve's hot.

"Me? Hot? That was a good one, Buck."

Bucky frowns and grabs Steve's face in his hands to make him look at him.

"Yes, you, Steve. I know you don't believe it but you... you make me feel..." Bucky's pink all the way to his ears. "I... you get me so hot and I– I want so many things–"

Steve interrupts him with a fierce kiss. Then some cherry popping ensues.

Steve calls Bucky many sweet names and Bucky calls him Alpha. Something blooms to life inside of Steve. He's never felt so big, so important, so good.

Bucky says that Steve being small and skinny is something he likes a lot. Many Alphas use their size and strength to overpower Omegas. They're scary. Steve makes Bucky feel safe and protected more than any other Alpha could.

Baking cinnamon rolls together 🥰 Steve points at one and says "That's you, you're my Cinnamon Roll."

Bucky grins and shoves the cinnamon roll in Steve's mouth. "Then eat it," he says. Then he runs away and giggles when Steve starts chasing him around the house.

Steve loves cinnamon rolls.

[kellinrk800]

toko fukawa comphet no i don’t take criticism

nobody will even see this because my account just. doesnt get traction but here have a ramble abt toko’s backstory and how much i firmly believe her attraction was comphet.

spoilers for thh, sdr2 and udg

tw// ab/se, n/glect, severe bullying

toko was severely neglected and unwanted when she was a child. she grew up with two mothers and one father due to both sleeping with the same man and neither wanting their child which caused her to be mistreated. once she was locked in a closet and forced to stay there for three days without food. clearly, she grew up in a household completely devoid of healthy love. genocide jack’s development was likely a response to cope with the traumatic experiences.

her time in elementary was no different. in third grade, she was used as a scapegoat for stolen money and her classmates tied her to the jungle gym with a garden hose as punishment.

her first real “love” was with a boy who she had been friends with since elementary but when she finally confessed through a letter, she found it pinned to the bulletin board to mock her. this was genocide jack’s first kill, leading me to believe that her murders were actually a form of protection.

on one occasion (and most likely more considering her difficult relationship with understanding rejection) she was ghosted halfway through on a date after spending three days and nights planning it so that she would not mess it up. she later found out that the boy only asked her out because he lost a bet.

the most likely only healthy representation of love she ever has was through media, which is arguably extremely heteronormativity and the actual healthiness of how relationships are presented in media is debatable.

she internalised all of these things happening to her and believed she deserved them somehow, building her inferiority complex. she began to assume that people only expected bad of her and self victimises herself almost on instinct despite her nature to express opinions without care for others most of the time. her self esteem is extremely low and she often worries about being considered an “old hag” in ultra despair girls.

toko fell in love with the idea of love, not an actual person. at some point she turned to novels and writing as a way to express her emotions and she used that passion to create works of art through her novels and created a toxic idolisation of the perfect relationship with nothing but media, her family’s relationships and her past experiences to go off.

she began to let herself get hurt and internalise it which ended up building her inferiority complex even further to the point of becoming unhealthily infatuated with anyone she saw fit as a stand in for the dreamy perfect people that made her books succeed.

time and time again genocide jack and toko were mistreated in their relationships, causing their system to suffer greatly. jack began to kill anyone toko saw fit as a perfect romantic interest to protect them both, but this most likely caused her own mental health to decline as well, leading to the aggressive, startling and manic personality we saw in the games.

toko began to both idolise and fear falling in love. while she knew they would most likely be killed and she would have to cope with knowing that the police could come knocking any day if they put the pieces together, she also still purposed her life around being in a perfect relationship because it was now causing her to gain traction through her novels.

this only furthered her unhealthy infatuation with relationships. she became determined to find a man who fit her description of the perfect man and would not mislead, use, mock or hurt toko in hopes that he would not be killed and she would finally achieve her dream.

enter byakuya togami. blonde, blue eyed, rich, cold and most importantly, entirely unattainable. he was an ideal stand in, especially considering the circumstances of the killing game (jack’s unique killing style would immediately be found out). she was able to fantasise from afar without ever really getting as severely hurt as she had in the past because he simply did not care to provide her his attention.

jack had two options. kill byakuya and get executed, or suck it up. clearly you can tell which option she chose. in addition, she had all of her memories from prior to the game which most likely slightly numbed her thirst for blood. by the end of ultra despair girls, she has grown a respect for toko, a softness for komaru and even calmed jack down to the point where it’s suggested that she no longer uses her skills to murder but instead fight despair.

in fact, near the end, toko is acutely aware of what is happening despite the fact jack was fronting (they don’t usually share memories, only emotions), suggesting they may have slightly integrated but i don’t really want to make assumptions considering i do not have did and am not educated enough to speak confidently about did.

ironically, the killing game was actually good for both of their mental health’s. i’ll only be talking about toko but in ultra despair girls she was emotionally stronger and more mature. she believed she finally had a purpose other than romance and that she could fight against all odds. she even credits makoto for her newfound courage. she criticises cowards and those that remind her of her past self. she is willing to challenge her fears.

komaru had an amazingly powerful and positive effect on them both. her softness, optimism and empathy help toko’s character develop even further. when komaru tries to give in to despair, toko encourages her to face her fears. toko, who was before extremely afraid and uncomfortable with being touched, is now willing to comfort and even hug komaru. she claims she’s finally found a true friend (that’s actually human, can’t forget kameko the stinkbug) and that she found hope in her.

komaru admires toko and doesnt really mind her split personality, instead just considering it “a bit strange”, which is a noticeable difference from how she was treated by everyone else for it. toko is protective of komaru during chapter two due to her suspicion of shirokuma. later, they even sleep in the same bed.

however, when toko risks komaru’s life for byakuya, they get into an argument in which toko accuses komaru of manipulating her with terms such as “friends”, which leads to komaru showing that she really does trust her.

later, this arguably resolved after servant forces jack and toko to fight against komaru for byakuya. they fight back against servant and komaru forgives her because they are friends, which makes toko extremely happy, so much that she blushed and admits she has never had a real friend before. she thanks komaru genuinely for the first time and they try to become real friends.

toko swears she will help komaru with anything she can’t do by herself, just like komaru would do for her.

toko even stays by her side to the point of rejecting the opportunity of going to future foundation to stay with komaru :)

in the end of danganronpa goodbye despair, which is set after ultra despair girls, kyoko reminds byakuya that someone is waiting for him and he jokes that she shouldn’t remind him of “something so horrifying”. and honestly i think the fact he was able to joke about it shows that perhaps toko and byakuya found a somewhat healthy relationship as friends, acquaintances, or even just bearing eachother’s presence.

a notable addition that didn’t really fit anywhere else is toko’s scrapped execution. “first kiss prank” is the title and it consists of byakuya running towards her before toko gets hit by a roller. that says enough about her biggest fears and how badly her past memories affected her.

in conclusion, toko fukawa’s obsession with byakuya was comphet due to pressure from the media and her toxic ideals. the fact she was able to form a healthy relationship with komaru is hhh and i could talk about them for hours. tokomaru is the second closest thing we have to inmedia stated canon (fuck kodaka’s statement me and the homies hate kodaka’s statement about naegiri /j)

sources: toko fukawa’s fandom wiki, genocide jack’s fandom wiki, free time events, transcripts

[iridiscent-aesthetics]

Head Cannon of Az being jealous when he sees Gwyn and Eris talking?

Hey! Thanks for asking! This is my first time writing a headcannon so I'm aware its not very perfect but I hope y'all like it!

It hurt to watch them like that. No, It didn't hurt to see Mor lean into Emerie and whisper something into her ear making the female blush furiously. It didn't hurt to see Nesta and Cassian nestled in each other's arms so irrevocably in love with each other. He didn't feel envious when Rhys watched Feyre and Nyx with starlight dancing in his gaze. He hadn't found jealousy anywhere in the corner of his thoughts when he saw Elain smile shyly at Lucien and look at him as if he was her only sun while he was comically explaining something throwing his hands in the air. No. Azriel didn't feel that gut wrenching pain of realization that he was utterly alone. He didn't feel envious of any of his friends' happiness. No. He felt happy for them. Truly.

It was them. It troubled him hugely to see that male talk to her. To see fucking Eris Vanserra absolutely smitten talking to Gwyneth. It hurt him that Gwyn seemed equally interested in associating with the likes of Eris. It made him envious to the depths of his soul to hear Gwyn's melodious laughter along the hall and know that he wasn't the one that caused her cackle. He was watching the Autumn court heir and the Vaylkrie across the room; engrossed in conversation, either oblivious to the rest of the world around them. Azriel clutched his wine glass firmly, his knuckles white and shadows aggressively swarming around him. "Stop sulking and go take action thundercloud." He turned to his side to see Amren twirling her wine pretending it was blood. "I understand that I might not be the best person for relationship advice. But it is glaringly obvious that you're considering the million ways to kill Eris." She said with a slight smirk and knowing glow in her eyes. Indeed he was deliberating all the ways he could make Eris suffer. "And as much as I would enjoy that, the night court finds an ally in him and hence I'll have to prevent you from doing so. Instead, how about you man up and go do something about that." She said pointing a sharp finger at the two redheads. "What, how do I.." Az began with an almost whine. "Don't ask me how boy. You're half a millennia old. If I had my way I'd already have kissed the priestess." Az gave her a look of complete disbelief before shaking it off in realization that the tiny female might hold true to her word. He gathered all the courage he had and walked across the room to Gwyn thinking of how to get her attention to him. Would he tell Eris to simply fuck off, that he was troubling his Gwyn? But Gwyn didn't seem troubled. Would he ask Gwyn to have a word about her training and carry her as far away as possible from everyone else? The question of training at this ceremony seemed uncalled for, but anything to get Eris away from Gwyn. As he approached them he finally saw Gwyn completely up close. She was radiant. There were no words to describe her beauty. There she was the light of his life, in a turquoise dress that brought out the color of her beautiful eyes with sleeves that fell from her shoulders, dress bunched at her waist and then flowing down in a gradient of dark blue to her ankles like a fountain. Her wild chestnut hair left loose today and dancing with the wind. She seemed to have try and tamed them with a bunch of star shaped clips on one side that reminded him of her freckles and the constellations they made. How many times had he had to refrain himself so hard from holding her beautiful face in his hands and kissing all of those freckles, counting them and tracing the constellations he could form. Her bright teal eyes stood out even more today outlined by kohl while her lips were painted a plush peach. Mother how he wanted to kiss those divine lips. Az stopped dead in his tracks. He shouldn't be thinking of Gwyn in such a way. After all that she had been through, she didn't need Az thinking of her like this, with desire. She deserved better than this. Better than him. He was about to turn back when he caught eye of Eris looking at Gwyn with such fondness. Az couldn't stop himself then, He walked straight up to them. About to punch Eris straight in the nose when Gwyn looked at him with a glimmer in her teal eyes with the brightest of smiles. "Shadowsinger! Hello!" "Spymaster. What brings you here to us?" Eris bit at him as if annoyed to be disturbed. Azriel cut him a short glare and focused back to his priestess. What would he say now, why had he come here to them. "Gwyneth," he gave her his softest smiles "A dance?" His words tumbled out surprised of his own boldness. Gwyn seemed to consider him a heartbeat, enough for him to fear his rejection, before she answered, "It would be my honor, of course. Excuse me Eris, I'll get back to you." She threw him a promising smile to which the male mocked a bow "I'll be holding up to you on that." He said

with a wink and kissed her hand before turning away. Az tensed. He was going to kill Eris, for so much as looking at Gwyn and then he had dared to talk to her, wink at her and Kiss her hand! He was going to rip that sorry excuse of a male to shreds. Ally or what may go to hell. "Shadowsinger?" Came that familiar voice, Az couldn't stop glaring at the eldest Vanserra as he made his way though the crowd. White hot anger seeping his veins and calling at him for violence. "Azriel?" Gwyn placed a steady hand on his stiffened chest. Was it the way he finally heard his name on her lips in her melodious voice, or was it how her touch to his chest unlocking something deep within, he felt a simmering gold ribbon making way out as he turned to look at Gwyn. The ribbon reached from him to her. Was this it? Was this the mating bond? No, it couldn't be. He was delusional. He had been so obsessed with a mating bond that he was now imaging things. Gwyn couldn't be his mate. She was so much more than him. Strong and courageous, beautiful and determined, she was glowing happiness and light. In no way did he deserve her, his scarred hands and tainted soul, the overwhelming darkness in him. His intimidating shadows and him, a hopeless monster. She saved all those children at Sangravah, at the expense of her own. And him? He couldn't even save her, couldn't be there for her on time. No Gwyn was so better than him, there was no way the Cauldron would bless him with a mate and more at that, such a wondrous mate, no matter how much he desired it to be true. It was not, this was the final stage of mania hallucinations. And as if on cue, the ribbon bridging them reduced to a faint presence. "Is there something wrong?" Came her soothing voice again, breaking him away from his darkest thoughts threatening to spiral down to his worst of nightmares. It took all his five hundred years of being a Spymaster to forge his expression neutral before looking into the depths of her oceanic eyes with his darkened gaze. Gwyn's eyebrows furrowed with concern and confusion. For him. Mother above, she was adorable. One look at her and he was smiling, "Nothing at all, Shall we?" He gave her his arm and beckoned to the dance floor. Gwyn yet seemed unconvinced but didn't complain as she walked by him to the midst of the floor. As a slow song played, Az snaked his arm around her waist and held her hand in another as she placed one on his shoulder, slowly swaying to the tune, smiling contently. "That was the first time you called me by name." Her eyes widened a fraction "I- I didn't, I'm sorry if it makes you uncomfortable." Now it was his turn for his eyes to widen "What-Gwyneth, No. I liked it." A blush creeped up his neck. "It felt nice, hearing my name from you." She took a second to consider and then one corner of her lips curled up as she answered "Well then I'll make sure to call you Azriel more often Azriel." To that he laughed, laughed from deep within in his heart. Marvelling at how his name sounded rolling off her tongue. And at that moment, with Gwyn in his arms, looking up at him with her wide, beautiful eyes and bright smile, such adoration. His shadows swirling around them; in their darkness making Gwyn glow brighter than ever, that faint ribbon twirling around them pulling them closer to each other. As something sparked in his chest once more, Az decided; he wanted this. He wanted this feeling for the rest of his life. Nothing more, nothing less. And he would do anything to make Gwyn smile. He would be the darkness to her light.

I tried! Always open for suggestions and feedback. Feel free to send me Head Canons and other prompts!

[iamnmbr3]

I saw the ask about having the person feeling like that the Loki show is objectively bad. I liked the show, here is why.

I love Loki, and I love the MCU, but I don’t go into any of it expecting consistency. Tony and Loki are my favourite.

Tony goes through character development in his own movies, IM3 especially that main canon just kinda ignores. So I didn’t go into work he Loki show expecting them to get him consistent or right. I just went in prepared to enjoy the show for what it is in isolation. I also know that no one looks at the stories they write for the MCU critically, so I try and turn off that for a first time watch.

I really like the show, that doesn’t mean I think they made it consistent or in character for Loki. I get why people don’t like it.

I really like the TVA and all the concepts it introduced. I really liked seeing Tom acting his heart out. And I really like Loki/Sylvie because I find something very compelling about a character who hates themselves, meeting another version of themselves and being able to love them. It is not a ship I’m going to write fic about but I like them within the show.

Basically what I am saying is that I go into MCU media with the expectation they will mess up at least one character or plot point badly every time. I like the media for what it is, and I appreciate whatever it brings to the table that I can then cannibalise into da works.

Yeah that's fair. Everyone has a right to their own opinion. Fandom is better when there are a diversity of opinions and we can all respect each other and engage in open and good faith discussion rather than attacking people for having the "wrong" views or trying to harass them out of fandom.

For me personally I feel like the show fails on 3 fronts.

1) To me it fails as a Loki show. I really enjoy Loki as a character and I wanted a show about him. And I didn't personally see him in the show at all. I saw a completely different character who does not behave, speak, act, respond, react, stand, emote, or make choices like Loki does. He doesn't even LOOK like Loki because they did his hair and makeup wrong. And that's really what I wanted. I didn't want Larry (as I call the show character). I wanted Loki. That was what was advertised and to me he was so ooc that he was unrecognizable. If I just saw a clip out of context and didn't know what it was from I would have assumed I was seeing Tom in a totally different role.

Thor Ragnarok felt like a different take on Loki that definitely retconned some of his personality and history, but still felt like an alternate interpretation of the same character in the sense that I could recognize the character as Loki (albeit a different version of him); some people liked that, other didn't. But here it wasn't that. It just felt like a completely new (and to me far less interesting and compelling) character. And beyond that it felt like the show went out of its way to make a mockery of the character played by Tom and by extension anyone who ever cared about Loki's character. Like it felt like a mean spirited caricatured parody. Loki is also extremely sidelined in what is supposed to be his own show. And it most certainly didn't feel like a show about Loki, which is what I wanted. So for me the show didn't provide what I was looking for.

2) To me it also fails on its own merits. If I view it in isolation without comparing it to previous canon and just view it as its own thing it also fails. The quality of the dialogue felt very poor. None of the humor made me laugh and it all felt very juvenile and forced. The plotting and characterization seemed nonsensical and all over the place. Like Sylvie sets off those charges and the episode ends on a cliffhanger with that but then it's never addressed later.

The reason that Loki and Syvie allegedly falling in love breaks the timeline didn't really make sense. Sylvie is going around murdering timekeepers and yet Mobius somehow immediately like and trusts her and says he prefers her to Loki. Loki and Sylvie are simultaneously presented as the same person and also totally different people. Loki allegedly learns self love but we never see that - we see him call himself degrading things like pathetic. And we see him think that Sylvie is better than him. That doesn't seem like self love. The romance feels extremely rushed and unrealistic and awkward and we aren't given a compelling reason for why they are in love or what they even have in common. Sylvie doesn't really have much of a character. Mobius and Loki don't interact much and Mobius consistently mistreats him but Loki somehow thinks of him as a friend. Mobius is portrayed as a good guy for cheerfully carrying out the TVA's ends but Kang is a villain for creating the TVA. The TVA seems to be all made up of humans even though it's in charge of all reality.

If Loki did bad things, then the TVA did worse things and thus are not moral authorities. If the TVA’s actions are acceptable then so are Loki’s. If Loki was wrong to violently impose his will on a planet (let’s forget about the context with Thanos for a minute) then the TVA is wrong to violently impose its will on all of reality in order to eliminate free will. If Loki was wrong to kill a few people, then the TVA was certainly wrong to kill trillions. And thus neither Mobius nor the TVA are moral authorities when it comes to Loki because they are infinitely worse. If the actions that Mobius and the TVA took are acceptable, then there is no reason to criticize Loki because he did far less than them. Etc etc etc.

The cinematography is also very poor and unprofessional and the costumes look extremely cheap and unprofessional. The whole story feels confused and disjointed. The directing is bad because the actors are all very capable but the performances often feel wooden and forced and fake. And the pacing is terrible. A lot of it drags and then plot twists come out of nowhere with no setup so it just makes them feel jarring rather than earned or entertaining. 

3) To me it also fails on a moral front. The show contains a lot of problematic depictions and messages and promotes messages that are offensive or even downright harmful.

Mobius gleefully subjects Loki to physical torture by leaving him to be repeatedly beaten in the genital area. This is a very clearcut and straight forward example of physical torture. And Mobius feels no compassion for Loki or remorse over what he has done to him. If anything he seems to find it amusing. And certainly the audience is supposed to find it amusing (which is gross and harmful messaging on Disney’s part). He also subjects Loki to psychological torture. This is a fact. There are multiple instances in the show where the TVA and Mobius subject Loki to treatment that would meet the legal definition of torture under both US law and international law. Furthermore, Mobius and the TVA are holding Loki against his will and forcing him to labor without compensation or any hope of release because they view him as belonging to a group of people (Variants) that they view as inferior and not really people. That’s a pretty textbook case of slavery. So objectively Mobius is Loki’s jailer, torturer, captor, and enslaver. And yet Mobius is presented as justified in what he does to Loki. The writer and director have even called it therapy. And a result many people have parroted this which is very harmful.

The queer “representation” feels straight out of bigoted propaganda. Loki’s personality traits have been retconned to map onto harmful stereotypes about queer men. He is overly expressive, makes grand gestures, is flamboyant, cowardly, dishonest, weak, bad at fighting, lazy, spineless, meek, unused to exercise etc. Now a person could be all these things and also happen to be queer. However, Loki was never like this before. His character was retconned to be this way only in this series where he is confirmed to be queer.

Furthermore, the entire premise of the series seems to be that it is funny and entertaining and justified when Loki is dehumanized, mocked, humiliated, hurt, tortured, beaten, assaulted, and/or robbed of his dignity. That’s the premise. That’s the whole show.

In addition to pro torture and pro authoritarianism and pro victim blaming messaging the show also has problematic depictions of black characters  (see here and here), Asian people (see here) and also has a lot of fludphobia and transphobia issues. And much more.

@nikkoliferous has put together a great compendium here of various posts explaining the various issues with the show if you're curious about why some people disliked it.

[yukipri]

One Piece Mermaid AU!

Featuring Luffy as a rubber mermaid who can’t swim, and Ace who carries her on his back as they pirate together.

＊Genderbend warning, fem!Luffy

Sliding in last minute for MerMay, bc idk about you, but I need something to mark that May has passed this year...

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Base headcanons for this AU beneath the cut! ↓ ↓ ↓

Luffy's a mermaid who was raised in Fuusha village, just like in canon. And, just like in canon, despite being a mermaid, she SUCKS at swimming, a fact that Shanks finds absolutely hilarious. She still wants to become a pirate, she still eats her devil fruit and becomes a rubber mer(?), she still gets kidnapped by Higuma (who sees her as an excellent way to rake in cash, given how valuable mermaids are on the slave market), and Shanks still gives her his hat.

As a devil fruit user, Luffy's already atrocious swimming skills are now at zero. She can still breathe under water, but will sink like a stone, her strength sapped by the sea, and if she loses consciousness she'll stop breathing too. Needless to say, she stays out of the water, and the villagers come to accept that sometimes, mermaids just live on land.

Garp still comes back, and is still furious at her wanting to become a pirate (and inwardly, extremely concerned that a bandit tried to catch and sell her), and still takes her to live at Dadan's where she meets Ace.

Ace has no idea what to think of the weird fish-brat who he's now told is gonna be his sibling, and resolutely ignores Luffy. He's inwardly slightly impressed as Luffy continues to follow him through the mountain every day, not even particularly hindered by lack of legs and using a mixture of crawling, squirming, hand-walking, and ricocheting forward with rubber arms to move.

Luffy still meets Sabo the same way as canon, and is still caught by Porchemy, who at first is thrilled because a mer brat! That'll bring in WAY more money than the spare change Ace stole! But in the end, he loses his temper at Luffy's stubbornness and still beats her to a pulp.

Ace and Sabo still rescue Luffy, and they still exchange sake cups and become brothers.

Yes, brothers.

Because at this point, neither Ace nor Sabo nor any of the bandits, nor anyone really on Dawn island save Makino and Garp actually know that Luffy's a girl. Not even Luffy.

The three brothers promise to each other that they'll all leave the island when they turn seventeen, setting out to sea to become pirates (Ace and Sabo are honestly a little concerned, given how often people try to sell Luffy, and how despite aquatic appearances Luffy's vulnerable af in water, but decide to wait and see. They have seven years together, Luffy ten until seventeen, who knows how much stronger their baby brother will get in that time).

Sabo "dies."

Ace and Luffy continue to train, and things don't change until Ace is seventeen, shortly before he sets out to sea.

He's let Luffy crawl into his blanket to sleep with him (partially cold-blooded, Lu gets cold easily when inactive), and Ace realizes that his lil brother's chest feels a bit lumpy.

Concerned, he makes Luffy have it checked out by the bandits, who are shocked to find developing...breasts?

That can't be right...right?

Dadan makes a call to Garp, who snorts and says of COURSE Luffy's a girl, didn't he say granddaughter?

No, he had not, he had only mentioned "grand child."

Everyone is shocked, but none more so than Ace, who really doesn't know what to do with this new information.

(Luffy's not quite sure what a "girl" is, and when she asks Ace, Ace honestly doesn't know how to define "girl" either, so she doesn't get what the big deal is)

Ace realizes he's troubled because he can't remember the number of times he's rescued Luffy from potential traffickers, and the number of times he's heard the lament, "Pity it's not female, it'd be worth quadruple," from the kidnappers before he beats them to a pulp.

He already had doubts about letting Luffy go out to sea alone, three years after he's left. But now knowing that Luffy's a girl, and one of the most sought-after species that traffickers target...he knows the world out there is much bigger than a teeny peaceful East Blue island, and Luffy may not get lucky every time, and may not be strong enough in just three years.

But at the same time, it's not like he can order her to stay here. There's no way Luffy'd listen; the sea calls to her, freedom calls to her, and Ace understands that more than anyone.

Sabo, Ace thinks, what would you do?

The night before he leaves, Ace tells Luffy that there's been a change of plans.

He's still leaving for sea. He's going to get stronger, and work his way towards becoming Pirate King.

BUT, three years later, Luffy will NOT leave Dawn Island alone.

Ace promises that he'll come back, a stronger pirate capable of looking out for his baby brother (because girl or not, they exchanged vows of brotherhood, and that's something that can't be changed).

He refuses to let Luffy be his captain, he's still got his pride, but maybe, maybe if Luffy becomes strong enough, he'll let her be co-Captain.

Luffy is thrilled, because she wanted to be pirates WITH Ace, and grudgingly accepts the compromise, and promises to train and wait for Ace's return.

Ace leaves Dawn island, and makes a name for himself on the Grand Line (he's PISSED when he finds out he's eaten a devil fruit, because now how's he supposed to rescue Lu from drowning when he can't swim himself???).

He even eventually makes it to Whitebeard, and eventually comes to admire the man. Whitebeard invites him to his crew, and Ace honestly replies that a large part of him wants to accept...but he can't. He promised his baby brother that they'll be pirates and co-captains together, and he can't join another pirate crew without Luffy agreeing too. Even so, and he knows it's selfish of him, he wants to call Whitebeard his father.

Whitebeard tells him that Ace is already his son, regardless of where his allegiances lie, and gives him his blessing to return to East Blue to fetch Luffy. Whitebeard laughs that he can't wait to meet the lil brat that Ace speaks so highly of, and for Ace to hurry up and come back to the New World so they can meet.

Ace plans on traveling light, his former crew all choosing to join the Whitebeard pirates except for his first mate, Deuce. Ace loves his crew, but they're also his crew, and knows that he wants to make their crew with Luffy. So he thinks he and Deuce will be a good starting point (You're just bringing me along bc you want someone who can swim on the crew, Deuce accuses).

As they're planning on leaving, Marco lets slip to fellow commander Thatch that he heard that Ace's "little brother" is actually a super cute girl.

The next morning, Thatch shows up too, insisting that he come along, because hey! He's been with the Whitebeards for ages and hasn't been to Paradise in a while, he wants some change! And won't it be nice to have someone as reliable as him along, just until they get back to the New World and reunite with the Whitebeards? Really he has no ulterior motives like wanting to check out Ace's supposedly hyper hot baby brother-sister!

Ace is suspicious, but Thatch is already on board and the other Whitebeards are already waving so he lets it go.

(Shortly after they leave, Thatch discovers a devil fruit. Deuce tells him to sell the damn thing, it'll taste like shit, but Thatch thinks boy wouldn't it be great to be able to woo Ace's hot brother with a really cool devil fruit power. So he eats it, and yeah it tastes like shit, but now he can control Darkness which is sorta badass?)

(Somewhere on the Whitebeard ships, Blackbeard is still waiting for someone to find the darkness devil fruit, and well, it doesn't happen)

Before Ace returns to Dawn Island, part of him still hopes that Luffy looks passably like a guy. Having been to Fishman island, having befriended Jinbe, he knows that while mermen can still be targeted, mermaids are exponentially more vulnerable. He's learned the kinds of clothing that can help conceal tails, and is hoping that there's a slim chance they might be able to be pirates without the world knowing that Lu's a mermaid.

His hopes are shot when Luffy rockets into his arms at the dock, and his face is immediately buried in enormous tits that definitely weren't there three years ago.

Despite Ace's growing concerns (and red face; why does he feel so hot??? It's not his devil fruit...), Ace lets Luffy give Deuce a beating (why me?!) to claim her position as Ace's Co-Captain of the newly established ASL pirates (because if we're pirates together, Sabo has to be with us too!).

Luffy's gotten a lot stronger, but is still utterly ignorant of the outside world and the dangers it holds (such as the drooling Thatch who immediately wins Luffy over with his cooking despite Ace's burning glares). She's reckless and falls into the ocean every damn day, and while Deuce dives in after her and they've discovered her useful ability to talk to fish to ask for help, it still gives Ace heart attacks.

They still pick up more crew members while in East Blue, including Roronoa Zoro, Usopp, and Sanji, a pervy cook who competes daily with Thatch for Luffy's affections through food (Luffy appreciates the food).

At Arlong Park, Luffy encounters fishmen for the first time in her life. Arlong mocks Luffy's choice of friends and family, and invites her to join his crew made of her own kind. Fishmen and mer are the superior race, and Luffy will make a fine wife, Arlong says.

Luffy breaks his nose off, and Nami joins their crew.

Luffy's chosen mode of transportation is on the back of one of her sturdier crew mates, usually Ace, but often Zoro too. She unfortunately hates all the long skirts/robes Ace suggested for her to hide her tail, and so Ace has decided that being as intimidating as possible while carrying his brother glued to his back is the only way to go.

Needless to say, news of the former Spade Pirates Captain + Whitebeard Commander Thatch (are they an extension of the Whitebeards??) establishing the new ASL pirates spreads fast. That, and rumors that there's a beautiful young mermaid on board who can't swim. And despite the strength of the crew and their attempts at vigilance, Luffy's still dumb and gullible, and is kidnapped (and rescued) a dozen times before they're even on the Grand Line.

(after a few times, Luffy's uncharacteristically quiet, and privately asks Ace if they can break up the crew. She's holding Ace back; she not only made him come back to her, but half their adventures just seem to be her crew rescuing her. She's strong enough to defeat enemies, but not save herself. Ace tells her to shut up, and never bring this up again; they're BROTHERS, and he's not going to leave her behind or make her abandon her dreams when she can't accomplish them alone, and that's his choice. Luffy doesn't bring it up again, but works harder than ever to become stronger and earn recognition as co-Captain when the world seems intent on thinking of her as Ace's pet.)

During one of these kidnappings, Luffy's successfully brought all the way to an auction house before her crew can rescue her. An auction house that unbeknownst to them, was under investigation by the Revolutionary Army.

Liberating slaves is an unfortunately common mission for them, and Sabo's doing final sweeps as Koala frees the last of them when he notices a tank stowed away in a corner. He's familiar with these tanks, used to showcase mermaids in the rare occasions one can be caught, and it looks empty but he's still drawn to it for some reason.

It's only when he gets closer that he notices a mermaid crumpled at the bottom of the enclosure. She's completely slumped over, and he's afraid she's already gone, even as something about her screams with familiarity.

He's cracked the tank and has reached in to pull her out, when the wall behind him explodes in flames, revealing a furious Ace who snarls at the strange man with his hands on his baby brother...

...and then Sabo's memories come back.

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Something like that???? For an initial HCs dump????

This AU has continued! A LOT! Check out the comics, illustrations, and text stories for this AU under the Mermaid AU section of my One Piece Masterpost!

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