#Translation: “I've always...always been suppressing [this].”

[planet-dusk]

☆ making bad decisions for you ∘ b.c

chan fucked up, and now he's left to deal with the consequences. how does one find someone to help their sweet pup through her heat on such short notice? the first step: call jisung. the second step: stay on the straight path. he has this under control. at least that's what chan thinks, until you throw him a curve...

─── ☆ pairing: bang chan x fem!reader

─── ☆ length: 2.3k

─── ☆ warnings: puppy hybrid!reader, sub!reader, perv!chan, big dick chan, pillow humping, corruption, bondage, unprotected sex, breeding (like a lot), dirty talk, praise, pet names: baby, pup, puppy

─── ☆ note: 18+ minors dni. the characters don’t represent real idols; this is fiction for entertainment purposes only. fictional smut is not a reflection of real life ! always communicate with your partner and practice consensual and safe sex ‹33

© planet-dusk do not copy, translate or repost my works.

Chan’s in over his head.

He knew this day would come. He should’ve been prepared. But he’s been so busy lately, and he didn’t keep track of your cycle — fuck, if only he could physically beat himself up for being the world’s shittiest owner. 

And of course he can’t find the informational flyers anywhere, and he doesn’t trust the internet, the advice varying so wildly he isn’t sure what to believe. He could call the shelter, but he doesn’t want them to find out he messed up. What if they take you away from him? 

So he calls the only experienced person he can think of: Jisung. 

“I really don’t know what to do, Han, fuck! Please help…”

“Take a deep breath, it’ll be alright. It’s not your fault there’s a suppressant shortage. You sure you don’t want to…?” 

“I can’t, it’s… it’s wrong,” Chan feels the panic rising in his chest again. He takes another gulp of air to calm his shaky nerves. 

“Fine, okay, it was just a suggestion! No need to yell at me, lemme look into it. I'll find a stud for her and come over as soon as my shift’s done, okay? You try to stay calm in the meantime and do exactly as I've told you to. Can you do that?”

“I’m sorry, it’s - I’m a mess, I should’ve seen it coming, but thank you, Ji. Thank you. I owe you one.”

“No worries, bro. Good luck. Call me if you need any help.”

The call disconnects and Chan is left standing alone in the empty bathroom, his heart galloping in his chest. He failed you. But he needs to be there for you now. He's not proud of what he’s about to do, but you’ll understand. He has no other choice. When this is all over you’ll understand. Please, you have to…

“Please forgive me, Y/N,” he whispers and unlocks the door.

As soon as he steps out of the bathroom Chan’s thrown off balance by your body slamming into his. “Channie, sir, please,” you whimper, pressing yourself tighter against his side and wrapping your arms around his neck. Chan feels a blush rise to his cheeks and turns his head away, swallowing harshly. 

“Let’s go to your bedroom, pup.” 

You yelp excitedly and dart off, throwing yourself on the bed. Your tail wags against the sheets and Chan can’t help but smile. When he was a little kid he always thought he’d get a wolfdog hybrid, or a big husky, but then he saw you at the shelter: a little cream coloured mutt with soft ears and a fluffy tail, and he knew he had to bring you home. 

You’re watching him rummage through his nightstand, head cocked and ears pointed. “‘t hurts, Channie, please hurry,” you roll on your back and stay there, skirt sliding down your thighs and almost exposing your panties. Chan coughs. 

“I know, baby, Channie’s here to make it all better,” he mumbles and fishes a pair of padded handcuffs out of the drawer. “Just give me your hands, okay?”

You give him a puzzled look but comply, letting him attach the cuffs to the headboard. “I'm so sorry, puppy, I'm sorry,” he whispers, avoiding your eyes. 

Then he turns around and hurries out of the room, closing the door behind him with a soft but resolute thud. 

Your frustrated howls are loud enough to reach the living room and he flinches. Every noise you make pierces his soul and adds to the pool of guilt in his gut. He had to do it, Jisung told him so — keep her safe, tie her up somewhere, otherwise she might hurt herself. It’s for her best interest. 

Chan knows, but why does it hurt him so much? He checks his phone, looking for a distraction. Two hours left until Jisung’s shift is done. Surely he can find a stud before the end of the day, right? Jisung knows so many people. He said everything would be fine. Chan just has to relax and trust him.

He takes another deep breath and turns on the tv, mindlessly going through the channels. He checks his phone again. 5 minutes have passed. Time’s never felt this slow. 

Eventually he settles on a documentary about tiger hybrids. He almost succeeds in focusing on the (terrible but entertaining) storyline when he notices your howls have changed into softer, breathier sounds. They almost sound like… moans? Chan thinks. He feels his cock stir. He shifts on the couch and stares at the tv, but the screen is a blur and he doesn’t hear a word the voiceover says. 

The noises continue and Chan grows more restless. How…? He looks at his phone again. 90 minutes left. 

With growing curiosity, Chan’s feet lead him to your bedroom almost involuntarily. Your noises have grown softer, little moans and whimpers drifting through the door. With a quiet click he opens it and peeks his head around.

You’re sitting on the bed, awkwardly positioned with your hands still chained to the headboard. Somehow you’ve managed to maneuver one of the pillows between your spread knees. You’re grinding down on it, fluffy tail causing your skirt to ride up. From his position in the doorframe Chan catches a glimpse of your white panties hugging your ass. 

The noises you’re making range from whiny to plain frustrated, the friction not enough to satisfy you. When you bend over to try and find a better position, Chan sucks in a breath, cock swelling at the sight of your soaked panties. You’re so wet the gusset has become almost see through, clinging to the outline of your pussy. 

Chan shouldn’t be here. He should leave before you notice him, before it’s too late. He should go back to the living room, put on his headphones and wait for Jisung to arrive. Let him sort it out. Get you a handsome dog hybrid to help you through your heat. 

“Chan?” your voice is soft, halting his train of thought. “Please…” 

He’s not sure if it’s your broken plea or something else that compels him to move, but Chan steps into your room. Your tail starts to wag slowly and you drop to your elbows, presenting yourself to him. From this distance Chan can see the tantalizing curve where your thighs meet your ass, the spot he wants to lick and suck and tease…

“‘s okay, puppy, Channie’s here.” There’s still time to leave. But you’re looking back at him with your pretty eyes — how could he say no to his sweet pup? He wants to protect you. Keep you safe. Jisung and his stud be damned. 

“I’m so sorry I did this to you, Y/N. I panicked.”

His hand strokes your thigh and you sigh into his touch. “Don’t leave me again, Channie. Promise.”

Chan shakes his head. “It was a mistake, I promise, I’m here with you now pup. Let me help you.” 

You mewl when his fingers graze your clothed slit. “Sir, ‘s hurting, don’t make me wait any longer, need you to breed me now, please,” you trail off, grinding back against his hand. 

Normally Chan would take his time to explore your body, tease you until you’ve cum at least twice before he’d give you his cock. But he hears the urgency in your voice, your pained little whimpers as you tug at your restraints. 

And it’d be a lie to say he hasn’t fantasized about this before. Late at night in his own bedroom while he tried to muffle his moans, unsure of what your sensitive ears could pick up. 

Chan slides your panties down your thighs with shaky hands. Your pretty cunt’s all puffy and glossy with your slick and it drips down his fingers when he pushes two inside. 

Your reaction is instantaneous, a pleasant gasp as you arch your back for him. “Need more, need your cock, need it now,” you plead again. 

“You sure you can take it, puppy?”

Chan rolls his plush bottom lip between his teeth. He doesn’t want to hurt you. 

“‘Mmm don’t care, make it fit,” you pout and wag your tail for him, “Channie.”

He’ll never tire of hearing his name like this. A broken sound, filled with so much need it goes straight to his head. 

He chucks off his pants and his boxers, hard cock springing free and slapping against his abdomen. He slides the tip over your slit to wet it, holding your hips to keep you still. Then he sheathes himself in your dripping heat inch by inch, whispering soft praises into the air between you. 

“Just like that, puppy, don’t move. Gonna fill you up so good baby, let me take care of you.”

Chan knows he’s big, watches your pretty hole stretch to accommodate him. He groans at how wet and warm you feel. It’s even better than he imagined. When you shift forward on your knees he growls, “Where do you think you’re going, pup? I'm not even halfway in yet.”

He pushes in deeper, watches you arch your back even more. “Channie, so full,” you pant when he finally bottoms out, stilling for a moment to catch his breath. The sensation of your soft, velvety cunt around him is overwhelming all his senses. 

“Yeah? Is my puppy nice and full?”

“Wanted - wanted this for so long,” you say and his heart makes a little leap. He knows it’s just your heat-clouded mind talking, the hormones making you more susceptible to his presence. But there’s a small part of him that dares to hope you’re speaking the truth. 

“Yah - wanted my sir, my Channie,” you nod when he starts moving, holding tight onto the handcuff’s chain. He briefly considers removing them, but you don’t seem to mind being tied up like this, pushing back on his cock like the neediest little thing he’s ever seen.

My Channie.

“I want you too, Y/N,” he groans and you hum at the sound of your name. “Can’t stay away from you - my pretty baby… knew it from the day I brought you home.”

You’re moaning every time his hips meet yours, soft uh-uh-uh’s like music to his ears. Your pussy is gushing around his length, and Chan’s not sure how long he’s going to last if you keep clenching down on him like this.

“Fuck, puppy - you’re hugging my cock so tight,” he lands a playful smack on your ass, “want me to breed you that bad, huh? Want me to stuff you full with pups?”

He tilts your hips to reach even deeper, fat cock slamming into you with force. You’re slumping against the mattress and he hovers over your back to nip at your ear, eliciting another moan from you. The soft fur of your tail tickles his abs but Chan is too focused on the erratic pulsing of your walls around him. 

“Are you going to cum for me, baby? I can feel you’re close, just let go. I’ve got you. Channie’s got you. My good girl.”

You sob and he feels your release gush around him, fucking you through your high with renewed vigor. You’re a blabbering mess, unable to form words except for “Channie,” “please,” and “fuck.” 

“Did my puppy lose her tongue?” He grins. “Getting all dumb on my cock after one orgasm, and I haven’t even bred you yet, baby.”

“Please…need it,” you whisper into the sheets, “need you to cum inside, please, sir.”

Even with his weight pressing you into the bed you’re still angling your hips up more, and Chan buries his face into the crook of your neck. You smell so good, like vanilla and the heady scent of sex. “I always keep my promise, pup, I’m going to breed you so well you’ll feel it dripping out of you for the next three days.”

You turn your head just enough to catch his gaze, your eyes so glossy and fucked-out Chan loses all composure. He ruts into you one, two more times before ropes of thick cum paint your inner walls and tumble you headfirst into another orgasm. 

His thighs are shaking, your cunt milking him of every last drop until he’s a panting mess on top of you. For a moment the two of you lay still, breathing heavily, until Chan realizes you’re still chained to the bed. He pulls out and you mumble something when you feel his cum drip out of you, rubbing your thighs together. 

Chan unclasps the handcuffs and kisses your wrists, hugs you close and captures your lips with his own. They’re so soft, needy little sounds already escaping you again as you rut against his thigh. “Need more, Channie.” 

“Insatiable little thing,” he grins and traces your puffy cunt with his fingers. “Can’t get enough, can you?” 

He slips one finger in your sensitive hole just as the doorbell rings. You look up in surprise, eyes wide and ears darting in all directions. 

Chan kisses you again. “Ignore the bell, pup. I’m not going anywhere. Made a promise, remember? Need to breed you nice and round. Maybe make you beg a little more for it,” he chuckles, “let me see how needy you can really get.” 

You’re grinding down on his thigh now and Chan doesn’t care how long he has to stay here with you, he’ll give you whatever you want. He’ll spend days holed up inside your nest if he has to. 

You grab his shirt and pull him closer, and the blaring sound of his ringtone rips him out of his reverie. 

He rolls over with a groan and hits the green button, cutting off Jisung’s voice. “It’s already taken care of, Ji. Thank you.”

“Wha —? You sly dog!”

Chan throws his phone into a corner and rolls you onto your back, slotting himself between your thighs with a smile. “Don’t worry, pup. I won’t let anyone else touch you ever again.”

© planet-dusk do not copy, translate or repost my works.

[gotta-winwin]

(🎞️) ... hit the road docu.<> speed isn't all that matters

masterlist | cyana's masterlist

word count: 1.6k TW: slightlycold!wonwoo, tiny sliver of angst (we're getting there!), overworking, passing out, FLUFF, comfort italics are interview moments cut between other scenes a/n: second htr! we're starting that landslide into the angst (ദ്ദി ˙ᗜ˙ ) they are so cute in this omgomgomg

Wonwoo sat awkwardly on the pedestal, doing his best to balance while still posing for the camera.

"We had a lot of photoshoots and interviews while touring in Japan." Wonwoo explained to the camera. "Feels like we were posing for photos everywhere."

Wonwoo stood up once the photographer had finished his series of shots. He was tired and couldn't wait to get back to the hotel.

"Wait a moment, Wonwoo." Their manager called out to stop him. "They want a couple shots of you and Cyana."

Wonwoo sighed, nodding as he reluctantly returned to his seat. Cyana walked over, bowing politely to the staff. She stood awkwardly next to Wonwoo, a clear gap between them as she waited for instructions.

"Cyana-yah, can you stand behind Wonwoo?" Their translator smiled kindly as she directed the girl. "Wrap your arms around his shoulders, yes- that's good."

Wonwoo glanced up at the girl, looking away when their eyes met. He couldn't help but stiffen up as they both turned towards the camera. "I thought you went home with the others." He mumbled out of the corner of his mouth, smiling as the photographer clicked away. Most of the members had already finished their photoshoots and gone home.

Cyana's lips quirked down into a suppressed frown. "I stayed back. The car could only take four of us and Seungkwan looked dead on his feet."

"Look this way!" The photographer yelled, cutting off whatever had been Wonwoo's reply.

"Schedules forced Wonwoo to actually talk to me." Cyana couldn't help but grin despite the topic. "It was fun, I guess."

"I've always been a very introverted person." Wonwoo said to the camera, wringing his hands nervously. "I enjoy having time to myself."

Cyana smiled when the interviewer finished talking. "Yeah.. Wonwoo's always been a bit of an enigma to me. Like a mystery I just can't figure out."

Cyana's sitting with Dino in their hotel room, busy eating the lunch they had grabbed from the staff room. They're both mid-bite when the door opens.

"Nana~" Seungkwan walked in, fixing his hat. He was dressed and ready to go out. "Are you sure you don't want to come with us?" Spotting the camera, he waves. "Oh- Hi~ We're going to Super Junior's concert."

Cyana shook her head, still chewing. "It's okay." She managed to say once swallowing. "I think I'm going to stay in today."

Seungkwan nodded, ruffling both her and Dino's hair before leaving. Neither maknae gave any indication they had even noticed the action, continuing to enjoy their meal.

"I'm gonna go to the sauna with Vernon later." Dino told Cyana through muffled chewing. "Do you want to come?"

Cyana made a face. "To the sauna?" She mimed gagging. "No thanks, Chan."

Dino made a face back. "I keep forgetting there are things you can't do that other members can." He smiled when she frowned. "I guess going to the sauna would be a little weird."

"I guess??" Cyana questioned, amazed at his lack of modesty. "A little??"

Dino shrugged. "You're a bro, bro."

"Where on earth did you learn that-" Cyana asked, though she already knew the answer. Vernon. Duh.

Jun and Cyana lazed in bed, Cyana watching Jun's phone from next to him. The girl was half-asleep, eyelids drooping and head lulling against the wall.

Wonwoo walked in, fresh from a shower, double taking when he saw Cyana. Gears turning in his head, he reluctantly slid into his own bed, throwing his blanket over himself.

"What did you do today, Wonwoo?" Jun asked, eyes still focused on the phone. He looked over at Wonwoo before checking on Cyana, smiling to himself when he saw her tired expression.

"I played tennis." Wonwoo answered. "Worked out, went swimming, then ate with the others- what did you guys eat?" He subconsciously said guys, including Cyana into the question. She perked up from Jun's side, suddenly awake.

"I ate with Donghae and Eunhyuk hyung after their concert." Jun replied, nudging Cyana. "What about you?"

"I ate with Dino."

Both boys frowned. "I thought that was your lunch." Jun said, both confused and worried. "You didn't have anything for dinner?"

Cyana paused. "I had some snacks. Not that hungry, since I didn't do much today." She shrugged. "I ate a lot for lunch anyways." Redirecting the topic, she turned to Jun. "Was the concert fun?"

Jun nodded. "It was so much fun." Sitting up straighter, he placed down his phone, fully engaged now. "They speak Japanese so well."

Wonwoo hummed. "We should learn to do that."

"Jeonghan and Hoshi are both great." Cyana sighed. "I think if I have one more language in my head I might combust."

Her quip brought both boys to laughter. "It's okay." Wonwoo said quietly, once the laughter died down. "You can just speak a lot for our North American tours."

"I always had a kind of weak presence, and I never fit in well as a kid." Wonwoo told the camera. "But with Seventeen I didn't get that feeling. They made me feel welcomed, always made me shine without needing to." He paused for a moment, thinking. "They're very important to me- because of that."

"Mingyu once told me Wonwoo cared deeply about his place in the group - he said it might sound selfish but I don't think so." Cyana's eyes were a little sad as she looked at the interviewer. "Mingyu said Wonwoo only has Seventeen. I guess he was just trying to tell me Wonwoo's very protective over the people he loves - and that was the only reason why it felt like he didn't like me." Cyana shrugged. "It made me hate him less."

"Ah. Mingyu told her that?" Wonwoo grimaced once hearing what the interviewer told him about Cyana's interview before him. "I guess he's right. I didn't want Seventeen to break apart because of her." He looked away, embarrassed. "They were my first friends. I only have them."

"What do you mean Dino's ill?"

Cyana stared at a worried Hoshi. "Is it serious?" She asked, verging on panic. It felt like the boys were dropping like flies around her - what with Jeonghan's body decay, DK's sore throat, Seungkwan's ankle, Seungcheol's unstable mind and now Dino.

"He's getting it checked." Hoshi told her, not wanting to worry her further with the details. "You won't do anything - panicking like that."

Cyana took a few breaths, knowing he was right. "You're right. Okay." She let out a deep breath. "He'll be okay."

"On in 3 minutes!" A staff member called from the door.

She stood up, following everyone as they shuffled out towards the stage. Wonwoo stumbled a few paces in front of her, making her look his way.

"You good?" She whispered, speeding up to stand beside him.

He only gave her a curt nod, refusing to look at her and instead focusing on the lift in front of them. They could both hear the cheers from here.

"Go, go!" A staff rushes them both onto the lift before either of them could break the silence. Cyana could only glance at him again as they were lifted up onstage.

She thought she was mistaken when she saw him go down. The area behind the stage was dimly lit, and there was a commotion as the Hiphop Unit finished their stage and came down to switch with the Performance Unit. Cyana thought maybe her eyes were acting up, when she saw Wonwoo run down the stairs, take a few steps and drop.

Staff members were on him in an instant. Cyana was shoved aside as they rushed to lift him, moving him out the walkway and onto a table- it's sole purpose was to serve as a bed in case this very thing happened.

She felt like her limbs were falling her, leaving her frozen in place.

"Go." Mingyu mouthed the words at her, pointing at Wonwoo. He pointed next at the tent, gesturing that he needed to get his mic checked. "Stay with him." He pointed again at Wonwoo.

Cyana willed her legs to move, shuffling over to Wonwoo's side. The crowd of staff had dispersed, leaving him alone with two staff members- one with a fan and one with an oxygen tank.

She took the oxygen tank from one of them and told them she could do it instead.

"Wonwoo." She muttered, lifting the oxygen tank and placing it gently in front of his mouth. His chest rose dangerously fast as he tried to catch his breath. "Breathe." She found only English in her mind as she tried not to panic. "Please breathe."

His eyes darted around until they landed on her face. Eyebrows furrowing slightly, he raised a hand and pushed the oxygen tank weakly away from his face, trying to speak. "What- what's going on." He panted out, his speech slightly slurred.

Cyana felt her heart crack. "Don't try to talk." She reprimanded him, gently pushing him back down to rest. "You passed out."

If Wonwoo could breathe, he would've snapped at her to leave him alone, that he could take care of himself. He couldn't. Instead, he closed his eyes, allowing her to take care of him. Just this once.

"She was gentle with me." Wonwoo recalled. "Even though I hadn't been kind to her."

"Breathe." She mumbled again, mindlessly repeating it as her brain turned numb from everything going on. She stayed next to him, raising the oxygen tank to his lips whenever his lungs failed to do the job. "It's okay."

"She stayed throughout the whole thing." Wonwoo looked sheepishly at the camera. "I don't think I even said 'thank you.' We just returned on stage."

Cyana shrugged at the interviewer's question. "He didn't need to say anything. Sometimes words fail us - his eyes said enough."

[honeyliruh]

When I think of Sabr, I think of Yaqub عليه السلام and the qissah of Surah Yusuf. And I think its because I've always resonated with the way Allah سبحانه و تعالى shows us through his prophet that the method of observing patience, may not necessarily look the same for everyone. Yaqub عليه السلام went blind from his tears of grief, Subhan'Allah, and yet he still carried the purest form of Hope in his heart. He trusted His Lord's Plan knowing his complaints were only heard by Him alone, and even still his grief caused him to lose his own sight. As someone who has always worn their heart on their sleeve I remember feeling so heard and understood when I came across these profound verses. For the first time I felt content with the fact that, feeling things deep within my core and ultimately responding to my body's way of releasing grief, sorrow, loss, pain did not in any way translate to anything other than Sabr. I realised the truth in how our Lord's profound words have not just been preserved to be a book with stories of the past, but rather it is the sole cure to our hearts when this world feels like too much of a burden. It is and has always been our only way of navigating through this world and all it's trials and that is quite literally why our Lord Himself reminds us, "verily in the remembrance of Allah do hearts find rest". So for those of you who are struggling with something that no one can truly comprehend the depths of, know that you are entitled to your own way of coping that too without the pressure of someone else's definition of Sabr. And know that your Lord is All Aware of all the turmoils your heart has endured, He knows the sincere weight of each tear that falls from your eyes and ultimately it is He, who shall compensate for them just as He returned the coolness of Yaqub عليه السلام eyes.

Most of all, let this be a reminder that your tears have never fallen in vain 🌷

-honeyliruh

وَتَوَلَّىٰ عَنْهُمْ وَقَالَ يَـٰٓأَسَفَىٰ عَلَىٰ يُوسُفَ وَٱبْيَضَّتْ عَيْنَاهُ مِنَ ٱلْحُزْنِ فَهُوَ كَظِيمٌ

He turned away from them, lamenting, “Alas, poor Joseph!” And his eyes turned white out of the grief he suppressed. [Surah Yusuf - Verse 84]

قَالَ إِنَّمَآ أَشْكُوا۟ بَثِّى وَحُزْنِىٓ إِلَى ٱللَّهِ وَأَعْلَمُ مِنَ ٱللَّهِ مَا لَا تَعْلَمُونَ

He replied, “I complain of my anguish and sorrow only to Allah, and I know from Allah what you do not know [Surah Yusuf - Verse 86]

فَلَمَّآ أَن جَآءَ ٱلْبَشِيرُ أَلْقَىٰهُ عَلَىٰ وَجْهِهِۦ فَٱرْتَدَّ بَصِيرًا ۖ قَالَ أَلَمْ أَقُل لَّكُمْ إِنِّىٓ أَعْلَمُ مِنَ ٱللَّهِ مَا لَا تَعْلَمُونَ

But when the bearer of the good news arrived, he cast the shirt over Jacob’s face, so he regained his sight. Jacob then said ˹to his children˺, “Did I not tell you that I truly know from Allah what you do not know?” [Surah Yusuf - Verse 96]

[thr0wnawayy]

Rei-Demption: A problem and my solution (ft. Rei's trauma and Hori's bullshit)

Might as well give my shot at it.

My take on Rei's personality has always been based in suppression.

Rei's whole life has been a balancing act of doing enough to protect her family, while still staying within the lines to not get disposed of.

She's everything Enji isn't. An iron will, a golden heart and a strong sense of empathy.

So with that in mind, hopefully it she'd light on it thought process with this post

A theory I have is that Rei was aware of the hospital's corruption

These panels always felt off too me, it always made me wonder: "does she know?"

The wording is very specific.

"I told him I liked it, around the first time we met. But only once"

It always struck me as odd, We're talking about the man who looked at his eldest death and kept going, man who destroyed multiple lives for a redundant pipedream.

It's not even why would he remember such a small detail, but rather how?

Unless... the doctors are feeding him information.

Think about it, who pays for all this. Surely it's not Fuyumi, on account of this being a massive money sink.

You really expect her to pay for all that on a teachers salary?

It can't be Natsuo because Enji has likely cut him off from everything to his name.

And that's assuming Enji even bothered to save up a college fund for any of them. Plus Natsuo is a full time student of medicine.

If the doctors are watching her every move, looking for any sign of deviation from the narrative then it makes sense for her to disguise her words.

Of course there's still more

Having PTSD isn't something you can keep someone institutionalized for. Especially when Rei's is very proportionate, given what she's gone through. (No, Japan's stigma of mental health wouldn't justify this)

I mean what are Rei's triggers?: Enji and that's about it.

"But we still... haven't met face to face, I'm still too afraid"

That's a standard reaction to have to your abuser (especially when he raped you multiple times)

('Just stop' gets a whole lot darker when you consider it's context)

Not to mention she's no longer fearful of anything resembling Enji, just Enji himself. So there is no real reason to keep her there unless they are afraid she might speak out.

This whole thing makes me think she's trying to tell Natsuo and Fuyumi what's really going on, in a way.

Subtly and under the calm, complacent mask she's expected to wear, in case anyone else is listening. Anyone who could report back to him.

It might also be she doesn't trust them. Fuyumi or Natsuo could blab or say something within earshot that could set Rei back months.

And she can't have that, not with how close she is to finally breaking free. She loves her children, all of them but the trust just isn't there, how can it be when when they don't have all the pieces.

So here's my theory: The hospital staff are in Enji's pockets. Either taking bribes (as recent as Dabi's Dance) or they were given a large sum of hush money when Rei was first hospitalized, with the goal of keeping her there as long as possible and possibly molding her to either keep her mouth shut or (sickeningly) gaslight her into returning to Enji.

(Note how she was only released when they could no longer keep a lid on things, the moment Dabi frops the bomb. She's out, no struggle)

This paints a picture of grotesque corruption, sloth and apathy (the very same cocktail that created Shigaraki) even by Hori's narrative standards. Shedding light on just how deep MHA's despotic nature goes.

The anime makes this even more apparent. Rei's fake smiles make the whole thing that much more viable. She seems so dead, it's like she smothered her soul or something.

I've seen both the sub and dub of this scene. The sub is the correct translation, the same as the Manga panel above.

The Dub however, while severly off mark, adds it's own flavour of dread. Rei sound so hollow, it was jarring the first time I heard it.

It sounded like she was reading a script (in-universe). Like she'd rehearsed this in her mind a million times, staring at the same 3 white walls + the window and waiting for an opening to finally speak.

That was supposed to be Shoto, until the dorms ruined that. Suddenly Rei's lifeline is gone, reduced to letters that don't even tell half the story.

10 years, 10 fucking years reduced to lines on a page.

Can you imagine the despair, dear reader?

The frustration. The sheer vitriol coursing thorough her veins, far hotter than Touya could ever manage.

Having to do the same thing she's been doing even before she was locked away. As the the skeleton in the closet of a criminal with a license.

Wearing masks for so long you can hardly breath and in the brief moments you can take them off. You can hardly recognize yourself, how you once were.

It must be the truest form of hell.

The Rei-demption Arc

Rei's redemption arc takes the attention of our theoretical arc without overtaking it.

The arc would mostly focus on the more domestic aspects of our trio being: Midoriya, Shoto and Uraraka.

A few minor changes would occur. The dorms never happen, allowing the characters to exist outside of UA.

There is solid confirmation that Fujiya is corrupt and is keeping Rei institutionalized on illegal grounds (ie: not meeting the criteria set up to ensure her silence)

The dinner scene would still happen only it would bd framed for what it really was. A pathetic attempt at creating a moment that never existed.

There's no family with Enji.

Just a family held hostage and a tyrant. I have my own grievances with Fuyumi, but I'll leave that for the future.

The only difference besides Natsuo being properly portrayed as a victim acting well within his right, the reasons for our trio going would be for Shoto's emotional wellbeing, because he asked them to.

Uraraka could have a moment where she realizes that money is as much as good as it is bad. An actually decent shift into her change of goals.

Here Enji motivates her to "watch the watchmen". Her need for money is still a crucial part of her reasons for becoming a hero, but she also has a more front and center goal.

I'd imagine she has a moment parallel to Midoriya's during the Sports Festival.

Where (alone in front of the Dojo after the failed dinner) she rightfully calls out Enji for being a self pitying piece of shit and that "sorry" doesn't cut it.

"You've hurt them in ways you can't imagine." Would probably be the last thing she says before walking away.

She may not know the whole story but she knows it hurt them and that's enough.

Rei's ascent

Rei's biggest hurdle is accepting that she was also an abuse victim. She's furious but she's only furious on her children's behalf and what they lost.

Her unintentionally harmful actions weigh on her, be it her neglect or the night she scalded Shoto, these events have impacted her deeply.

She learns to reconcile with her past, improve her relationship with Shoto and even meets Shoto's friends at one point.

Eventually she finds closure but that's later on.

She also acts as an advisor at times, having given Shoto the idea of using Ice projectiles (as seen in the Licensing Exam)

The second half comes from the Hospitals corruption, as Rei learns that she is long overdue for release (by about 8 years) among other horrific practices. This would play out as the arc's B plot, building up to what I call "The Summit"

The Summit

Eventually Rei fights Hood.

After gathering the evidence, she escapes the hospital. Planning to go to Natsuo for protection. As she's walking across a crosswalk however, she hears what sounds like an explosion.

Eventually she hears screaming and is forced to use her quirk as a bus is suddenly sent hurdling in her general direction.

As of her body moved on its own, she envelops it in her ice. Stopping the bus and saving those behind her in the process.

Only to see Hood land on top. They lock eyes and Rei can't help but see Touya in Hoods ambition.

In response to Rei holding her ground, Hood dashes. Rei counters this by manipulating her ice to send him crashing into an empty building, impaling him on the glaciers end.

Hood is impressed by Rei's proficiency and chooses to fight her.

Rei having no experience, fights for her life. Where as Rei avoids Civilians, Hood has no care for them which forces Rei to play the role of hero.

Rei uses every weapon in her arsenal in order to stave off Hood, who only gets more relentless as the battle stretches on. The upside is Hood's regeneration struggles in the cold, which Rei is constantly producing.

Each side gets blows in, with Rei taking them surprisingly well but still being worse for wear. Hood notes this saying "as if y-you've done t-t-this before" (close, Hood very close)

Eventually Hood gets the upper hand, towering over Rei in a manner that triggers her PTSD and leaves her stunned.

One of the civilians (Horoshi Tameda) emboldened by Rei's efforts, picks up a loose chunk of pavement and chucks it at Hood's back. It hits, causing Hood to look back.

Civilians begin making loud noise, others begin picking up anything they can find and throw it at Hood. Further catching him off guard long enough for Rei to snap out of her episode and strike back.

From here the fight kicks into high gear, with Rescue heroes & paramedics arriving on the scene and a camera crew recording the fight from above. Overall I imagine the scene to be very uplifting, with the Orchestra swelling as Rei prepares a final attack.

The move rivals that of Shoto's, arguably even surpassing it. Hoof is incased in a prison of Ice, covering an entire city block worth of destroyed buildings. And the fight finishes with Rei collapsing to her knees.

From here on out things change. Rei's newfound fame leads to the hospital being forced to do their job. Because of this Rei gets out early (around the time the Internship arc would started had I not scrapped it)

As for what this could lead to I'll let you decide. I'd love to read some suggestions.

Bonuses:

Theories:

The reason they kicked Fuyumi from her job is because she covered an abuser's ass for years. While Fuyumi is a victim, it doesn't excuse her complacency in regards to Enji's treatment of Shoto before and after his "self pity" arc.

Natsuo didnt go to someone because he wouldn't likely be believed, being seen as bitter and untrustworthy (his time away from home wouldn't help with pinning evidence).

Extra:

Hood survived the fight, Rei opted to capture him as opposed to kill him. That doesn't mean he didn't get frost bite. Police found out it is very difficult to question a Nomu.

Out of all her trauma. Rei accepting she was never given a choice will be the hardest to accept.

Rei's family is not inbred, rather her parents ran away so her father wouldn't be forced into a marriage with his cousin. Only to ironically do the very same to their daughter.

Hiroshi still becomes a meme, his 'Can't you see speech' leads to him becoming a motivational speaker.

The reason Hood appeared is because Dabi lost track of him. He nearly had a heart attack when he discovered his mom was holding the Nomu off.

[diorkyeom]

THE @diorkyeom / @fairyhaos AO3 FIC REC LIST: PART 2

masterlist. part one. part two. part three.

part two of all the ao3 fics that i've read for seventeen which i've loved, kudosed, and proceeded to download so i'll always have with me. part one was kinda long so i thought it would be better if i just made a 2nd post instead of adding on to it ^^

(list is in order of authors!)

Of Milkshakes, Onesies and Miniature Roses - coupdetart

soonhoon, uni au, oneshot

soonyoung likes small and cute things. jihoon is small and cute. and that's it, that's the entirety of this adorable fic. pls this fic had me grinning so hard omg everything is literally soooo adorable and jihoon is so tsundere but you can already tell that he's so fond of soonyoung and his antics and they're just very very sweet

Know Ya Boo - jeosheo

meanie, non-idols, fluff, getting together, oneshot

jeosheo and lunahui are two of theeeee best meanie writers that ive like. ever seen. this fic made me laugh and it made me internally cry and it's soooo so lovely and funny and domestic and honest to god. the entire attraction of this ship is the way they realise their feelings and this fic does it soo well

Through The Wall - kaiteki

soonhoon, apartment neighbors, chaptered (but short)

hnnnngggh never ever ever EVER gonna get tired of people characterising soonhoon's relationship not as an antagonistic, forever-enemies one but as one of mutual respect and muted adoration. pls a neighbours to lovers thats actually simply Adorable is hard to come by but this is sooo good

right-handed normativity - kyeomizt

meanie, canon au, oneshot

dudeeeee pls it's just sooo soft and domestic and funny and so so so them. the way they act like a couple almost instinctively, like it's coded into their dna to just love each other like that???? peak meanie things actually.

hell yeah, hyung! - orphan_account

jeongcheol, canon au, coming out, oneshot

idk jeongcheol has never been My Thing but the way that jeonghan is characterised? with his clear head and clear thoughts and you can clearly see his entire thought process as he goes through things... wow. it's really good. i also love how much time he takes to think things through and really find out what he's feeling. vv nice fic tbh, that's all :]

Rollercoaster - orphan_account

soonhoon, non-idols au, fake dating, oneshot

read the summary, screamed internally. then began reading the fic and screamed internally even more. pls the characterisation???? the pining???? the suppressed feelings and fAKE DATING?????? absolute gold i swear pls pls read this it's so cute

Found In Translation - naegahosh

verkwan, fluff, light angst, twoshot

holy shiiiiittttttt the seungkwan characterisation is ON POINT and i LOVE when people manage to get his melodrama and also his softness down and this fic has it SO GOOD. the way hansol is just so so so gentle and caring with seungkwan and it's so OBVIOUS that he's already so in love with him from the start :(((

can't sleep (without your smile) - pocketpastel

seoksoo + verkwan, snow white au, sleeping beauty au, chaptered

i love cute little fairytale-twist aus!!!! ive (kinda) written one of my own too hehe and it's always just soooo fun to do. and read as well! i love the seoksoo dynamic and also verkwan with their little one-sided rivals to lovers??? gorgeous. very very sweet.

my love only amounts to this - shiningshua

seoksoo, canon au, soulmates, oneshot

i think i said this before but i rarely read seoksoo bc honestly. their dynamic and characterisation is something that is rlly hard to get right but this is sooo soft. joshua loving it when seokmin calls him "shua hyung"? their softness? the way they were in love with each other the entire time? the epitome of the seoksoo dynamic actually.

Hit Different - thanku4urlove

verkwan, est. relationship, canon au, oneshot

bro. bro buff vernon is soooo brainrot worthy actually and honestly i just feel so blessed that there's an ENTIRE FIC centered around it. with verkwan too like????? best thing in the entire world. started giggling internally at the ending like OH MYGODHFUDHS it's soooo heart-flutteringly good.

wonwoo & his very non-imaginary boyfriend - wonderscape

meanie, established relationship, oneshot

honestly. peak meanie behaviour is wonwoo having a hot-as-fuck boyfriend and no one believing that they're actually dating until they see mingyu in person. the 96 liner dynamic is so silly and so funny to me because they're all just so annoying and goofy in their own way and i love the way it's portrayed in this fic too

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Mitsuhide Akechi Sequel

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors and inaccuracies.

Spoilers ahead. Not a full chapter translation.

With a pale face, Sasuke nodded.

Sasuke: "The fact that Mitsuhide's name is starting to disappear from the travel guide suggests that possibility."

Sasuke: "If Mitsuhide vanishes from the stage of history, the cause of divine punishment will be gone, and you'll surely return to normal."

The trembling of my body suddenly stopped.

My fingertips had gone so cold I could no longer feel anything.

Mai: "Thank you for answering honestly."

Sasuke: "Mai, what I just mentioned is just one solution. It's not the only definitive answer."

Mai: "Yeah, I know."

(But it is the most straightforward solution.)

Mai: "I'll try to forget about this and come up with other ways."

Sasuke: "Okay. I'll keep looking into it, too."

Sasuke: "So, Mai, please don't dwell on this alone."

Mai: "Thank you."

Unable to say yes, I simply expressed my gratitude.

Sasuke: "!?"

Sasuke: "Mai!?"

A flash of distress crossed Sasuke's face.

(I'm disappearing again!)

I quickly pulled out the necklace and rang the bell.

Sasuke: "Mai!"

Mai: "I'm fine, really!"

I shouted at the top of my lungs, wishing my voice would reach him.

Mai: "You take care too, alright? Thank you, Sasuke."

Perhaps he barely heard me, but Sasuke nodded in response.

Sasuke: "Don't forget, you have so many people on your side."

Mai: "Yeah!"

As I watched him walk away, I could no longer stand and collapsed to the floor.

Mai: "I'm okay. I'm okay. I'll definitely be okay."

I kept telling myself that over and over again, trying to muster the strength to get up.

(I'm scared, but even so, I'm glad I was able to face it.)

(Because now, I know how to avoid the worst outcome.)

This world no longer has a place for me.

The ground beneath me has disappeared, and I'm falling endlessly into darkness.

Fear engulfed me from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. And yet, at the same time, a glimmer of hope emerged—a way to protect the person I love.

(It's strange.)

(Even though the thought of the future terrifies me to the point I can hardly breathe...)

At this moment, I feel the happiest I've ever been in my life.

(Loving someone is full of contradictions.)

Ranmaru: "I've brought Lady Mai."

Nobunaga: "Well done, Ranmaru."

Nobunaga: "You're there, aren't you, Mai?"

Mai: "Yes."

As I replied, the soft chime of a bell echoed, and Nobunaga nodded in acknowledgment.

The warlords, fully prepared for battle, wore determined expressions.

Scanning the hall, I quickly noticed the absence of someone I wanted to see.

(Mitsuhide isn't back yet.)

Although he'd been visiting whenever he found the time since the strange events began, he remained as elusive as ever. I haven't seen him since yesterday.

Hideyoshi: "Mai came all the way here, and yet, where's that guy?"

Mitsunari: "Lord Mitsuhide won't be participating in this campaign."

Mai: "I see."

(So, he's off somewhere, hatching another plan.)

I offered a quiet prayer in my heart.

(I hope Mitsuhide can accomplish whatever he's aiming for.)

(And also, happiness and peace.)

Nobunaga: "Keiji, what's the situation with Kicho and the others?"

Keiji: "They've left Sakai and are advancing toward Azuchi."

Keiji: "According to reports from the scouts, the enemy forces are twice our number."

(That big of a difference!?)

Hideyoshi: "We can't divert forces from suppressing the rebellion. We'll face them with a select elite group."

Masamune: "Perfect. My sword's itching for some action."

Masamune spoke with a fearless grin, but my heart pounded uncontrollably.

(I'll never get used to war.)

(I mean, how could I? So much blood will be spilled.)

At this very moment, thousands, perhaps even tens of thousands, must be on the verge of screaming, consumed by the fear of losing someone precious.

(I'm one of them.)

(This pain of loss transcends enemies and allies.)

Just imagining the heartache of losing someone made my chest feel like it was being crushed.

Ieyasu: "Mai, I bet you're making a sad face right now. I can tell, even though I can't see it."

Mai: "Ieyasu..."

Ieyasu: "You don't need to worry about unnecessary things."

Mitsunari: "Lady Mai, we'll return safely. Every single one of us."

Mitsunari: "Knowing that someone is waiting for us gives us strength."

Mitsunari's words were met with nods of agreement from everyone around us.

Mai: "Okay. I'll wait for you guys."

(I'm glad I decided not to run away.)

Even though I was almost like a ghost, there were still people who needed me.

(We're not needed because we're useful; we need each other simply because we want to be there for one another.)

Keiji: "Well then, let's go make some noise!"

Nobunaga: "Do not falter, any of you."

Everyone: "Yes!"

[Mai's Room, a few days later]

Mai: "Kicho and Motonari aim to undermine Lord Nobunaga's power and keep the rebellions going."

Ranmaru: "Judging by how easily the enemy army retreated, that's likely their intention."

(They aim to disrupt the peace of this world itself.)

Mai: "But why? There's no benefit in that for Kicho or Motonari."

Ranmaru: "I have no idea."

Ranmaru: "Times like this make me wish we could consult an expert in scheming."

Ranmaru muttered this with a look of pure frustration on his face.

(Does Mitsuhide know about Kicho and Motonari's movements?)

Ranmaru: "Lady Mai, if Lord Mitsuhide comes here, will you let him know?"

Ranmaru: "Tell him Lord Nobunaga and everyone are waiting for him. He needs to show up."

Mai: "Alright, I will."

After Ranmaru left, the only sound that remained was the howling wind outside.

(It feels like a storm is coming.)

The room started growing darker, so I lit a candle, but the draft caused the flame to flicker wildly.

My shadow, dancing along with the candlelight, appeared faint and thin.

(I don't have much time left.)

(Mitsuhide hasn't returned to Azuchi yet, so tonight's my chance.)

(I need to do whatever I can to avoid the worst outcome.)

I gathered only the bare essentials and wrapped them in a cloth bundle.

As I was preparing to leave—

???: "I'm coming in, Mai."

Mai: "!"

Masamune stepped into the room, his eye fixed intently on me.

Masamune: "What are you doing?"

(How could he show up at the exact moment I didn't want anyone to see me?)

I forced a smile, desperately trying to hide my panic, and turned to face him.

Mai: "Just tidying up. I had some free time, so I thought I'd organize a bit."

Masamune: "Liar."

Mai: "Huh?"

He strode toward me in large steps, leaning in to meet my eyes directly.

Masamune: "You're planning to disappear, aren't you?"

(How does he know?)

I clutched the small bundle I'd just packed tightly to my chest.

Masamune: "Thought so."

Before I could even think of an excuse, he spoke with absolute certainty.

Masamune: "I had a bad feeling, so I came to check on you. Looks like I was right."

Masamune: "Now that I've caught you, explain yourself."

Mai: "............"

Masamune: "Relax. I won't tell Mitsuhide."

He even guessed why I hesitated to speak.

Defeated, I gave in.

(There's no way I can deceive him.)

(I can't tell him everything, but if I don't speak honestly, he'll never forgive me.)

I lowered my gaze, searching for the right words.

Compared to Masamune's bold and vivid shadow, mine wavered like ink dissolving into water.

Mai: "Being near yet unable to connect is just too lonely."

Masamune: "............"

Mai: "If I know I'm no longer by everyone's side, maybe the pain will someday fade away."

Mai: "The sadness of not being able to touch someone, the pain of not being able to help, I thought that if I could just keep the good memories, that would be enough."

Masamune: "............"

Mai: "If I can't change the fate of disappearing, then at least I want to put an end to it myself."

Masamune: "So, you're going to leave here alone and say nothing?"

Mai: "Yeah."

(What scares me the most isn't the thought of becoming a ghost.)

(It's the thought that Mitsuhide might realize that if he disappears, my strange condition will be cured.)

I've come to believe that he would throw his life away without hesitation to save me, having loved me with such unrestrained devotion.

(If he disappears from this world, that would be the worst possible outcome for me.)

Mai: "Even if I leave here, I think I can somehow survive. I've been given enough strength to do that."

Mai: "Once I leave Azuchi and settle down, I'll send a letter."

It felt like a gaping hole had opened up in the center of my heart, and a dry wind was blowing right through it.

Masamune: "I understand your resolve."

Masamune: "That being said, I'll ask you again."

The intensity in Masamune's eye grew even stronger.

Masamune: "Is there no way I can steal you?"

(Masamune...)

(Was he serious about this?)

Mai: "Thank you, Masamune. I'm really grateful that you're trying to help, but there's nothing that can be done."

Mai: "I can't even control my own heart freely."

(Even if it's just for show, I can't be with anyone other than Mitsuhide.)

(I can't lie to my feelings, not even for a second.)

In this world, I fell deeply in love.

Love has become my backbone.

Masamune: "I see. In that case, don't back down, Mai."

Mai: "-----!"

Struck by his commanding voice, I quickly lifted my head.

Masamune: "Even if the bullets run out or the sword breaks, as long as you don't turn your back, there's still a chance of victory."

Masamune: "You stay where your heart belongs, even if it's by force."

(Where my heart belongs…)

The strength drained from my body and the small bundle I was holding dropped with a soft thud.

The gaze that pierced the depths of my soul pried open the feelings I'd buried deep inside.

(I...)

Mai: "The truth is..."

Masamune: "............"

Mai: "The truth is, I don't want to go anywhere!"

Masamune: "Mai..."

The scream I let out never pierced the air, and my wavering shadow finally disappeared.

Still, I couldn't keep it bottled up any longer.

Mai: "I want to be by Mitsuhide's side, not knowing anything about my fate. I want us to live together!"

(I won't give in to this fate. I won't lose.)

I let the tears flow freely.

I wasn't sad. I was just so angry.

Masamune: "Are you crying?"

Mai: "Yeah, sorry."

Even the sobs I couldn't control didn't reach him now.

Masamune: "Cry as much as you want."

Masamune: "Once you've cried it all out, you'll be able to fight again."

Masamune smiled and placed his hand gently on my head.

The motion of his palm as he stroked the air above me was incredibly kind.

(He's patting my head.)

Masamune: "If you try to leave again, this time, I'll take you from Mitsuhide by force."

Masamune: "And it won't just be me. Hideyoshi, Ieyasu, Mitsunari, Keiji, Ranmaru, and Lord Nobunaga—they'll all come for you."

Mai: "T-That's..."

Masamune: "If that bothers you, then stay here."

Masamune: "Understood?"

Mai: "Thank you."

(I hadn't considered the consequences.)

(If I leave Azuchi, there will be people I'll make sad.)

(I've been cherished far more than I realized.)

Fear and happiness crashed into me at the same time, leaving me frozen, unable to move.

No matter how much I pretended to be strong, my heart shattered, revealing my weakness.

(I guess it's okay to still be uncertain.)

I'm determined to avoid the worst possible outcome, and I won't hesitate to do whatever it takes to prevent it.

(Maybe I can stay here just a little longer.)

As I stood there, unable to move, Masamune quietly let me cry as much as I needed.

In the hallway, a shadow listened intently to the sound of muffled sobs.

Mitsuhide: "..........."

Without saying a word, Mitsuhide quietly left the spot without meeting Mai's eyes and departed Azuchi.

A few days later, thick clouds covered Azuchi at night.

As the rain gradually intensified, the brightly lit hall of Azuchi Castle was filled with the gathered Oda warlords.

Nobunaga: "You're back, Mitsuhide."

Mitsuhide: "Yes."

Surrounded by generals in full armor, Mitsuhide, wearing an immaculate kimono with no stains, stood out more than usual.

Mitsuhide: "I was a little late due to personal matters."

Hideyoshi: "You left the battle against Kicho and Motonari and still show up here as if nothing happened."

Mitsuhide: "It wasn't a problem without me, was it?"

Mitsuhide: "In fact, the Oda army won in less than a day."

Hideyoshi: "Don't start making excuses."

Hideyoshi stood up, veins bulging on his forehead, and angrily confronted Mitsuhide.

Hideyoshi: "What were you doing leaving Mai behind?"

Mitsuhide: "I said it was a personal matter."

Hideyoshi: "I'm asking what exactly that matter was."

Even as Hideyoshi grabbed him by the collar, Mitsuhide maintained a cold smile.

Nobunaga & Ranmaru: "............."

Masamune & Keiji: "............."

Ieyasu & Mitsunari: "............."

The gazes of everyone gathered pierced through Mitsuhide as the sound of rain from outside grew louder and more intense.

Hideyoshi: "Speak. What were you doing?"

A growl-like voice escaped Hideyoshi's throat.

No one in the room attempted to stop him.

Mitsuhide: "Let go of me. I won't be able to speak if you choke me."

Hideyoshi: "............"

Once Hideyoshi released his grip, Mitsuhide straightened his collar.

He then walked past Hideyoshi and approached Nobunaga, bowing deeply.

Mitsuhide: "Lord Nobunaga, I wish to resign from my position as a general of the Oda army."

Nobunaga: "..........."

Hideyoshi: "Ha?"

Masamune: "What kind of evil scheme is this now?"

Mitsuhide: "That's something I cannot say."

Hideyoshi: "You..."

Masamune: "Can't even tell us, huh?"

Ieyasu: "A rather honest answer for someone like you."

Mitsuhide: "I won't deny that."

Mitsuhide: "I can't say more, but I do thank you all. I appreciate everything you've done for me."

Hideyoshi: "Cut the jokes. It's not the time for that."

Keiji: "I don't think it's a joke. You should know better than anyone that he's not joking, Hideyoshi."

Mitsunari: "He's not someone who will listen to persuasion."

Mitsunari: "Even if you try to reason with him, he's already got his rebuttals lined up."

Mitsuhide: "You're sharp, Mitsunari. With you here, the Oda army's plans are in good hands."

Ieyasu: "And what about Mai? Does she agree with you?"

Mitsuhide: "I'll tell her myself and make her understand."

Ranmaru: "Do you really think she'll just accept that?!"

Ranmaru: "What happens to Mai if you leave?!"

Mitsuhide: "Mai and I are separate people."

Ranmaru: "-----!"

Mitsuhide: "Mai will follow her own path."

The warlords fell silent, and Mitsuhide quietly looked around at each of them before standing up.

Mitsuhide: "Well then, this is where we part ways."

Nobunaga: "Mitsuhide."

Mitsuhide: "Yes?"

Nobunaga: "Have I strayed from my path?"

Mitsuhide: "No, never."

Mitsuhide: "It's simply that our paths have diverged."

Without looking back, Mitsuhide opened the door and left the hall.

The incoming dark clouds unleashed a violent rainstorm upon the castle.

[Castle's Hallway]

Masamune: "Wait."

Mitsuhide: ".........."

At the voice calling after him, Mitsuhide paused.

The cold hallway was dark, and the night air seemed to cling to both of them.

Mitsuhide: "I thought our conversation was over?"

Masamune: "I still have something I want to ask."

The murderous intent in Masamune's voice made Mitsuhide turn around.

His gaze, sharp as a blade, met Mitsuhide's.

Masamune: "It's your choice to part ways with us for the sake of your ambition, for your own righteousness, but have you truly severed your ties with Mai as well?"

Mitsuhide: "That's exactly what has happened."

Mitsuhide: "If you intend to take her, now is the time."

Masamune: "........."

Masamune: "Eavesdropping again, I see. Always a fine hobby of yours."

Masamune: "Are you really serious about this?"

Mitsuhide: "Of course."

Masamune: "Then you're a fool."

Masamune: "If I could take her, I would have done it long ago."

Mitsuhide: "Don't get so down. It's so unlike you."

Masamune: "You, on the other hand, are acting so much like yourself that it's almost nauseating."

Mitsuhide: "Take it however you want."

Mitsuhide: "Tonight, our connection will be cut."

Masamune: "Is that so? If you're so sure about it, then..."

With a smooth, fluid motion, Masamune placed his hand on the hilt of his sword.

Masamune: "I'll cut off your limbs to make sure you don't leave."

Mitsuhide: "I'd appreciate it if you refrained from that."

[redkarasutengu]

× | Hello everyone. This is the first time I've posted something here, so I don't know exactly how Tumblr works. But despite this, I decided to share with you my collection of headcanons on Vito. | ×

ATTENTION: My English is bad, so if some words are translated incorrectly, please take note. Thank you.

TW/CW: References to war, religion, sexual and physical violence.

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My collection of headcanons on Vito

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Headcanons based on canonical facts or close to the canon

► During his school years, Vito was fond of baseball and even belonged to a baseball club. He often stayed at school after school hours just to play baseball with his teammates. He participated in baseball games organized by the school where he studied. Although she doesn't play baseball as actively as an adult, Scaletta still doesn't mind watching baseball games and has warm feelings for this sport.

Reference: Vito's Room from Chapter 2, «Home Sweet Home»

► Vito most likely has PTSD, which he carefully suppresses. First of all, this is not even related to the war, but to the poor situation of the family. His obsession with "not repeating his father's mistakes" and "making money" may be one of his defensive reactions to repeated negative scenarios playing out in his head.

The arrest and the war also increased the symptoms, especially the second one.

The absence of a fatherly figure also shows his attitude towards Leo Galante, to whom he became attached. And after he found out that he was supposed to die, he didn't survive the stressful situation at all. When Vito learned that the old man would still be alive, he was not immediately happy — it was harder for him to experience negative events, even if he had gone through entire wars.

Reference: The 11th chapter of «Mafia 2»

► Scaletta probably doesn't feel safe at all. It's like you always have to be on your guard, and as soon as you relax, you'll lose everything you wanted, like what happened to the house. He also suffered this loss worse, although he knew that Joe, as his best friend, would help him with this loss. Yes, it's not so revealed in the game, but people with CTSD tend to hide their experiences because they feel guilty for certain injuries and have problems with irritability, anger management, and self-destructive behavior. The use of cigarettes and alcohol also counts. Repeated negative scenarios in his life also left their mark.

Reference: Chapter 11 of «Mafia 2»

► His attitude towards the flirting of the girls from the brothel is quite cautious. One of the options for such behavior is sexual/physical violence. The most interesting thing about this is that Joe doesn't seem to be aware of it and continues to make jokes about the trigger theme. Of course, Barbaro does not wish harm to his friend and you should not blame him for this — most likely Vito himself does not tell what is "inside" him. 

It all starts after Vito is released from prison. Eddie and Joe want to go to a brothel with him. They're talking in the car about where they're going, and when Vito heard that they were going to a brothel, his reaction was pretty passive. The interesting thing is that at first he was thinking about something else altogether—a baseball game. Although Scaletta mentions that he would like a woman, he avoids close contact in his actions. 

Let's go back to prison: the very moment when he is being bullied by one of the prisoners and his men. Presumably, this wasn't the last time someone tried to do something to him, and that he didn't always get away with it so "easily." Both sexual and physical violence is common in prisons, so unfortunately, the likelihood of a possible number of cases where Vito could have been sexually assaulted or almost raped during the 6 years he spent in prison is very high. Moreover, those men obviously treated him with mockery, harassing and violating the young man's personal space. 

Such an experience can cause lasting trauma and even cause a person to stop being interested in sex, and even worse, to be afraid of it.

Reference: The 6th and 7th chapters of «Mafia 2»

► He likes to play billiards. In between missions, he doesn't mind playing a couple of times, to some extent it relaxes him. 

Reference: One of the official artworks

► Although he hasn't gone to church for a long time and he goes because of his mother, he still seems religious. However, he treats faith more calmly — he rather accepts it as a tradition and nothing more.

Reference: Chapter 12 of «Mafia 2», Trailer «Christmas Confessions»

► He slept with a teddy bear until he was 18. Due to his high anxiety, Vito sleeps quite poorly, and if he falls asleep, then for a long time (more than 10 hours). He's had trouble sleeping since he was a child, and he's still having trouble sleeping, even though he's trying to deal with it. That's why I slept with a teddy bear in my arms to fall asleep faster. Even though he doesn't do that anymore, the reflex of hugging inanimate soft objects is still there, so he replaced the toys with a pillow.

Reference: Teddy bear in Vito's room from Chapter 2

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Headcanons that complement his personality

► Vito likes bitter coffee, even though he finds the taste disgusting. But it will cheer you up well after restless nights, so he often drinks in the morning. 

► If he had lived in «our time,» he would probably have been wearing headphones all the time. His playlist would be something similar to TV Girl, Frank Sinatra, Queen, The Beatles, Lana Del Rey, The Neighborhood, Elvis Presley, Adele. 

► In general, Scaletta loves music, especially from the 20th century. Relaxes, helps to distract from bad thoughts. And when driving in a car, it gives a special atmosphere at all, since it often independently selects the radio wave. He might even buy vinyl records and collect them. 

► Vito likes dogs. Since childhood, he often fed them on the streets, but could not shelter them in any way due to financial problems. Although he tried to bring a street dog to his home once, his father and mother did not particularly appreciate this act. 

► As a child, Scaletta loved stories about westerns and cowboys. He also had a love for farming and horses. Now he only rarely remembers his old hobbies, because the toy horse still reminds him of carefree, albeit difficult times. 

► Ran away from home quite often at night because of Joe. But he doesn't mind or regret it — the night time is considered the most comfortable for him. They usually stole things from stores or lingered on the roofs of houses. On rare occasions, small hikes were arranged by lighting a bonfire. They often found abandoned buildings and searched for "paranormal phenomena," although Vito did not believe all this at all, and followed Joe just for the company. 

► Very often shared different interests with Francesca. For example, they played with dolls together in early childhood, decorated various things, painted, read books and generally loved spending time together. She, in turn, helped him with his lessons, although sometimes it wasn't as successful as he would have liked. 

► He tried to learn how to play the guitar. Once, he and Joe found some pretty interesting things in a dump in the city—a guitar, a bat, and furniture stuff. While Joe swung the bat, Vito examined the acoustic guitar and plucked the strings a couple of times. Sometimes he still thought about learning how to play a couple of songs. 

► Even if he couldn't play musical instruments, Vito sings well. As a child, his mother often took him to church choirs and later learned to control his breathing. Occasionally, he hums a couple of favorite songs under his breath, perhaps even sang lullabies to Francesca so that she would not be afraid to sleep. 

► He is a friend who would joke with "dad jokes". And in general, even in terms of humor, he is quite old-fashioned.

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× | That's all for now. I really hope that at least someone will like my headcanons. I really want to do it with Henry, Joe. Maybe with Tommy, Paulie, Sam... So I'll see if it makes sense or not. | ×

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[genderqueerdykes]

Being a religious queer (particularly Christian) is so annoyingly confusing. Like, all your life you've been told what 'those guys' are doing is wrong and learn to not despise their practices.

Then all of a sudden something just happens to make you question your identity.

You're not sure what you're doing is wrong or sinful, because some people's Bibles have it translated that homosexuality is a sin and some don't. Personally, I have multiple Bibles and they different things not added or added about it.

Sometimes I wonder if LGBTQ+ was a sin, why did I cry when I watched a video about a parent making a poem for their trans son, saying that they'll always be proud of them? Why did I smile when in a game or series two female characters get together? Why does it feel so affirming listening to 'The Village' by The Wrabel?

I don't get it. Like if it's a sin and if I'm just faking it (that's how I feel sometimes ngl) why do I react so much to it, and why do I feel even happier and have more hope if it really a bad thing? Heck, I feel even more in contact with him when I see these things.

Even though I'm not out yet, it feels like I'm uncovering a part of me that I've been trying to suppress for years.

i'm not a religious person in the slightest, but i do know a thing or two about catholic guilt, as someone whose grandmother immigrated from italy. i personally do not believe that god would create so many queer people if it were a sin. i do not think god toys with people like that. i do not think that god creates people with the goal of making them hate themselves. i do not view god as that cruel of an entity. i think god is far kinder and loving than that.

i don't think god would have put you on this earth like that if you weren't meant to embrace it. it's not hurting anyone- how could it be a sin? that's my 2 cents anyways

[syndrossi]

Dont talk to me I'm trying to process the latest chapter it was a lot😭😭 everyone made me wanna cry. Jon so fiercely trying to protect his father (and brother), jon confronting the king, the rhea feels!! Him wanting to hate her but feeling guilty a part of him loves her and that redfort jon relished in her love bc he was so deprived of affection!! 😭😭😭 the cat and Robb parallels! Ghost feels!! The baelon and aemon shadow/ghosts were SO present this chapter. How jon is soooo much like daemon even in his internal thoughts 😭😭😭 jon noticing the similarities between viserys and daemon and how viserys probably took care of daemon when they were younger and they probably got it from THEIR dad! Uwah gonna cry. And then you've got daemon seeing rhaegar die in aemon's place and that mixing in with his canon death broooooo that's a lot. Daemon scaring and hurting rhaegar 😭😭😭😭 dude ik he's thinking about aerys rn😭😭😭😭😭 and poor caraxes something is messing with their rider and interfering with their bond but he cannot do anything about ittttt😭😭😭

There was so much cute moments at the start of the chap with jon and rhaegar playing detectives and debriefing and then rhaegar excitedly sharing his dragon discoveries with their dad and their dad reading to them in HV (and then translating after for jon cute) ik he was relishing being able to have a story time with his kids🥺🥺🥺

Anyways this chapter made me feel a lot. This is all so very convoluted I hope it makes sense rnwjsjw I just love it sm

This chapter sure was A Lot™️, wasn't it? I made sure to throw in the sweet moments at the start to offset (enhance?) some of those punches later.

The Rhea feels honestly caught me by surprise when I was writing the Jon+Viserys scene. They sort of just--bubbled up to the surface. Jon's been trying to suppress Jon Redfort's emotions/memories for a while now, and it's hard when so many frightening/painful/awful things have happened to both of them. And Jon is particularly attuned to a child being treated differently/poorly by a mother figure, except he's on the other end of it this time, so there's that added complexity of seeing himself in Raymar, both the loved and the unloved, that he has to deal with.

(Also my heart was breaking in two for little Raymar, who wanted so desperately to love and be loved by Rhea in return. It's not that she didn't, it's that it was much more difficult for her, and when you're a twin, that inequality is so incredibly obvious. It hurts and they had no Ned to give them at least one source of parental affection.)

And then the rest of the breakfast scene...I think Viserys kept going back and forth between seeing Baelon and Daemon in Jon, though more of Baelon in the end, with Jon laying it out so adamantly what his duty as a brother was. And of course we got the inevitable Viserys-Daemon friction in those moments when Jon most reminded him of Daemon. It's a shame that Jon's tough love isn't really what Viserys needs to mend things with Daemon, because the problem isn't that Viserys doesn't love Daemon (though him not protecting his own brother, especially where Otto's insinuations are concerned, is certainly a flaw), it's that he's shit at expressing it and reluctant to trust Daemon enough to explain things.

(It's hard to explain in narrative format where Jon was sitting/where Daemon always sits, but it's basically at the end/"head" of the table, while Viserys usually sits at the end of the side facing the window. And that detail killed me a little when I realized it, because that's where I've always written Daemon sitting in his scenes there with Viserys, and it's so obvious why. Viserys seats him in an inverted version of that during their supper the first night in King's Landing, with Viserys at the head and Daemon to his side. It's the closest Daemon can get to being his brother's Hand.)

...I'm realizing as I'm writing this that I should probably be throwing this in the DVD commentary, but oh well, I can copy-pasta it there later.

I've been calling the Daemon-trance scene a low-grade horror scene for Rhaegar, because imagine that from his POV, especially given his history with Aerys. He's operating at maximum Aerys-mode for a while, reading Daemon at speeds enviable by modern CPUs so that he can figure out how to defuse the situation / "fix" him before any (unintentional) harm is done. And the parallels with Aerys's paranoia is incredibly uncomfortable, even if he understands that Daemon is suffering under an outside influence.

Meanwhile, Caraxes is all: GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF HIM, wishing he could pick Daemon up and cuddle him until the sorcerer scent is completely gone. (He's had to deal with his own version of that before, of having his bond with Daemon tampered with, and it's even more upsetting from the other side!)

And you made perfect sense! There was just so much to process.

[goldeneyedgirl]

Ficmas24 Day 7: Deaf Mary-Alice

Good evening, tonight I bring you another popular request: Deaf Mary-Alice. Because one of the upcoming posts is quite dark at this point, I chose a wholesome section just for a little bit of fluff.

Deaf Mary-Alice kind of just exists without a fixed timeline, so at some point (probably once STL is complete), I'll go through and polish a lot of these AUs for supplemental material.

Anyway, I've spent all day on holiday tasks (baking, mostly) so I will love and leave you, and hope you enjoy!

Jasper’s oddly surprised that none of the Cullens are immediately clued in that Mary-Alice isn’t an ‘old friend’. As if the way she greets him isn’t a beacon that there was more to the story.

But then, they aren’t normal vampires. They are too human, too domesticated, and there’s so much lost in translation because of all the instincts they suppress. Sometimes he wonders if any of Carlisle’s creations know half the things they should; if any of them could actually survive as nomads.

But it’s a cruel thought that he dismisses. It’s just frustrating that there is so much disconnect between them and him; like a language that they never bothered to learn.

For the first weeks of her arrival, he and Mary-Alice cloister themselves in his study to… well, he would use the euphemism ‘catch up’, but a very large percentage of that time is spent naked, sprawled out on his couch.

(She might make the first move, simply planting a brain-altering kiss on him that first night. It feels like catching smoke in his hands - no one is truly lucky enough to get a second chance like this, and he doesn’t know how long it will last so he’ll treasure every second of her affections - and he’s not letting go. He doesn’t have the words to explain to her that it’s been so long and he missed her like someone had carved it out of him. He’s spent sixty years walking around forgetting what it was like to have her close, and now every single thing about his life, about himself, has been shaken to the core by how much she has always meant to him.)

The Cullens are interested in Mary-Alice, and he’s happy to translate for her. Esme expresses her happiness that Jasper had someone like Mary-Alice in the south, and he honestly assumes that Esme is diplomatically alluding to their relationship because it couldn’t have passed anybody’s notice that they’ve spent the best part of three weeks having sex on every piece of furniture in his study.

No one says anything when Mary-Alice greets him with a kiss to the cheek, to the hand; the way she wraps and coils herself around him, orbits him the moment he returns from school. He’s the same - kisses on the forehead and cheek; long, silent conversations where neither of them notice the time passing, holding her tightly against him when they are watching a movie or hanging out in the living room. Maybe it seems normal to them, that vampires from the wars seek out touch from trusted companions to undercut the violence of their survival. A way to shelter from all the horrors, for him to protect the vulnerable.

(They hunt alone and afterwards, she draws him close, her eyes bright and happy. He loves her giggles when he sweeps her up into his arms to kiss her. Or when he pulls her down into the grass and moss and soft dirt to lick blood off her mouth and cheeks and fingers. She swipes bloody fingers across his cheek and neck and tears off his shirt to trail them over his chest and down his stomach. Her tongue and teeth follow the trail, and she intentionally looks away so she can’t see his protests - it’s the only way that animal blood tastes good to her, she tells him later. And when they walk back to the house with torn clothes and a lightness that he doesn’t understand, he truly wonders how they managed to get to this place from where they started.)

It’s a daisy-chain of realisations for the Cullens; maybe he and Mary-Alice get careless. Maybe to them, it’s so obvious that it doesn’t seem like something they need to police or even think about. It just is.

Esme is the first, and walks in on them kissing in the living room. Actually, kissing is probably a polite euphemism, because he’s got her pinned against the arm of the sofa, with her skirt bunched up over her hips and his fingers teasing at her hipbone and his old scar there (not even a proper bite, just a playful back from one of the first times he took her to bed. Gangly and enthusiastic but lost was the only way to describe her that night; one of their best nights, honestly. No sorrow or worry or pain. Just him relearning that sex could be healing and fun, and not a power struggle.) She’s cradling his face as they kiss, and in the back of his head, he’s already preparing to scoop her up and take her upstairs but it feels so easy and normal just to lie on the couch and make-out like teenagers for a while.

“Oh!” Esme stumbles in surprise when she enters the room, her eyes round with surprise. The emotion practically slaps him in the face - pure shock, laced with embarrassment and affection.

Mary-Alice is giggling and signing her apologies as she pushes him off her.

“I didn’t know you two were…” Esme’s bursting with happiness now, the idea of Jasper having found his lost love occurring to her.

Mary-Alice’s response is blunt and graphic, so he doesn’t translate; he’s also distracted.

“Edward didn’t mention it?” But Edward shouldn’t have needed to; he doesn’t think they’ve been subtle.

(Fuck, it’s easy to think that when Mary-Alice is sitting on the unused kitchen table, signing exactly what she wants him to do to her whilst Carlisle is going over some legal documents he needs to get Jenks to take care of, but none of them speak their language. None of them have any reason to think that his strange, half-wild girl is propositioning him in very intense detail because they still see her as the poor, disabled waif in from the cold.)

“I don’t think Edward knows, he’s been spending so much time with Bella,” Esme says and then immediately reaches out and takes Mary-Alice’s hands; something that makes her tense up because that’s how she communicates. It’s the social equivalent of taking someone who can speak by the throat, especially down south. “Darling girl, we are so happy you’re here and you found Jasper again.”

Now she’s also confused and oddly touched by Esme’s earnest statement, and she awkwardly withdraws her hands to sign her gratitude.

Emmett and Rosalie are next, a few hours later. They’re both wearing clothing, and he’s sitting on the floor with a book and one of her legs thrown over his shoulder, his finger teasing at her ankle. She’s on the couch, with the other leg tucked underneath her, as she very carefully stitches together a new dress. It’s the kind of casual togetherness that he’s seen Rosalie and Emmett, Carlisle and Esme engage in over the years that always puzzled him. Now it’s here and it just happens? There’s not guiding words, just falling together in the moment. Occasionally one of her hands runs through his hair, or she’ll lean forward to say something, or he’ll absently rest his head against her leg, even press a kiss against her knee.

That’s when Rosalie barges in without knocking; his lips pressed against her knee, the sand and sugar scent of her around him. The little rumble of pleasure that she makes as his thumb rubs circles over her ankle.

“So it’s true?” Rosalie says, thunderclouds brewing.

“What’s true?” He’s irritated that they didn’t knock; just because he and Mary-Alice are clothed doesn’t mean that this moment isn’t private.

“That you and Mary-Alice were desecrating the couch when she got home?” Emmett sticks his head around the door and clumsily signs. “Hi short-stack.”

She flips him the finger and then asks him the meaning of ‘desecrate’ because that’s certainly not in their vocabulary.

“To ruin,” Rosalie enunciates rudely.

Mary-Alice leans forward so he can see her sign.

“I didn’t think we were that quiet? I can be louder,” she offers and he smirks before looking at his siblings.

“Mazel tov,” is all Emmett says. Rosalie looks like she cannot decide whether to storm off (is Mary-Alice better or worse for having been in love with Jasper? It means she’ll definitely stay, but she also has a better reason. It’s all tangled up in Rosalie’s overprotectiveness of her family, of staying safe in every way that matters. She hates change, but there are reasons that are more acceptable than others) or start lecturing.

“Esme did not catch us doing anything you two haven’t done to a dozen couches,” Jasper replies lazily, signing over his head for Mary-Alice, who immediately starts laughing. “Mary-Alice has offered to be louder next time so that you get adequate warning to our activities.”

“If Jasper really puts his back into it, I can be a screamer.” Mary-Alice says casually and that’s enough for him to choke a little and for Emmett to burst out laughing and Rosalie to look a little more pinched.

“Are my efforts inadequate?” He asks and Mary-Alice wriggles around to be able to lean over and kiss his cheek.

“You are perfect.” The sign for that is an old one, one that replaces humour with the memory of a long ago battle, of a tantrum born of frustration that she nearly got him hurt because she was different.

He’d told her that, fumbling to combine all their signs into something that meant what he needed her to know - that however she had been put together, however she had woken up, it was exactly and precisely as she was meant to be and nothing could improve on that. And when things got back for him, it was that same sign she would use. You are perfect.

(Maybe that was how they told each other, that first time, that they loved each other. Before he could verbalise it, could let himself consider that she was a fundamental part of himself and the world he inhabited, he was reassuring her with words that convinced her that if he could remake her a million times over, he wouldn’t change a single thing.)

[hypnostanatos]

please tell me there's still a chance.

For the worst couple in Los Diablos? (Kadm and Ortega)

Autumn has arrived to Los Diablos, marking it in Kadmos's mind the only worthwhile season in this damned city. And while there is no outward change in seasons and the ever present smog and layer of dark glumy dust paints the building elevations in worse off industrial city districts, on the other side of the scale in tight city center where new shiny Rangers building looms glittering blueish white in the far distance, the ostentatious shift in attitude visible only on the outside sticking to outer minds and leaving the accumulated dirt of misery inside.

It manifests itself in shop facades donning Halloween decorations. It's always a fun time, because, without fail there's at least one massacre bound to happen before the month's end hinting at bizarre horror genre reference, Rangers will kick the door down and hopefully apprehended the idiot and then everyone will inevitably forget about it.

As for me, each year I get an urge to buy a pumpkin, which I never end up doing and instead it's Ortega gifting me one, which I never end up carving after staring at it despondently sitting on the windowsill like a silent featureless head. I get an urge to carve it, but after picking up the knife I can never figure out what it should turn out as. This time Ric suggested a cat. I replied that I want a cat sweater and not a shitty pumpkin as a gift. Ric replied that I should carve a pumpkin into a sweater and wear it, that he'll buy me a pumpkin costume if I keep acting naughty etc.

Autumn is a phantom season in Los Diablos. I only learn of it because the residents are convinced of its existence. Everyone's urging one another to experience a change in monotony, even if translated as a mass hallucination of perceivable season in this pollution wrecked yawning hole of a city. Winter holidays are no better. What feels like one week of a breather before the pumpkins start wearing Santa hats and there will be another poor loser who couldn't handle the heat starting a massacre around mid December (sometimes if the human mass aura is wretched enough I can predict exact day). Charge kicking the door down, but this time evening news will emphasize how mental health is at consistent all time low in X percent of Los Diablos population and day later Ric will be banging on my door with this wounded puppy look in his eyes, awkwardly inquiring if I'm planning to kill myself around New Years or if I can postpone it so we can visit his mom.

(we end up visiting Tia Elena. I never get over how each year she's genuinely shocked and delighted in equal measure)

But it's still Autumn now. My winter cheer didn't get ruined yet because even though I can predict thought patterns, I cannot predict the future.

Me and Ric celebrate Halloween with horror movie marathon. Our tastes aren't the most sublime and neither of us values realism in cinema and truth be told, some of the titles are picked just for the sake of providing running commentary on the lack of quality of a background noise for making out. Random shrill screaming and various atmospheric werewolf howls and sounds of tearing flesh is not enough to turn me off because real suffering starts in silence and the ambiance is oddly reminiscent of the times Ric can't help himself and tries to kiss me during fights.

We share a blanket, which is mostly for my sake because I'm afraid I'm some kind of virgin or at least safer to make Ric think so when he snuggles up to me and I get the constant urge to flinch. The blanket is free-for-all in terms of covert intimacy because what I can't see, I shall suppress in my mind. So Ric's wandering hands and accumulating warmth between our bodies doesn't trigger alarm bells.

I pray for my mind to turn off only every single day since I've been decanted and so far the closest I came to getting results is when I laid with my head pillowed on Ric's shoulder, our sides pressed tightly together. Snacks were piled up on the table earlier but started to slowly disappear due to his coaxing, Ric calling it the snuggle tax or some other bullshit term. I would bite his fingers for it when he attempted to hand feed me. I don't remember what we were watching. It couldn't have been a murderous clown because Ric was afraid of those. Some sensationalized biography of a boogieman villain from the eighties that's never been discovered. We usually wouldn't go for something stretching so far into realm of documentary but it quickly became apparent that this guy was a Big Foot of villain community, rarely ever seen and with just enough speculation of what exact crime he fucking committed in the first place.

I felt a mix of bored and morbidly curious if this was going anywhere. Ric's presence was blanketing me in a steady hum of garbled electrical storm of disarranged syllables bumping around his skull, the tone of mental chatter sounding either incredulous or slightly amused. I always told Ric I couldn't hear anything at all and let him interpret it on his own. This puzzling static intrigued me possibly more than if I had a full access to his thoughts and I didn't want to babble about the details lest he'd somehow find a way to block me off entirely.

The hour in the evening was nearing when I was starting to feel overwhelmingly exhausted and twitchy. Ric begged me to stay the night in the past, going as far as wrapping me up in the blanket like burrito which made me have a panic attack so he had to apologize profusely and the next movie session didn't happen because of it. Now I lacked intimacy of a different kind. Even as we were as intimate as I could believe myself ever be with anyone three years ago, the greedy itch inside of my body has been growing unchecked until, after multiple embarrassing internet searches, it started commanding me in acting boldly and completely blindsiding Ric. But that was a while ago.

Ric would usually initiate something already but he was acting peculiarly docile, with one of his hands steadily parked on the back of my head and stroking my hair. The mockumentary couldn't be that good. I briefly looked at the screen just to confirm. I didn't know why yellow spandex and white brimmed hat with bizarre glowing pattern were essential to the villain's getup but it was the eighties. What the hell was he thinking? Canvassing a new Charge suit?

Without further ado I swiftly changed position and slipped into Ric's lap. He reacted with a startled yelp which was highly unusual and made me raise an eyebrow, but before he could take back control I wrapped my around Ric's neck and leaned in for the kiss. Blanket slipped both our shoulders and slithered in-between sofa's cushions bunched up over our legs.

The kiss met no resistance but I hesitated from deepening it because neither did I sense any enthusiasm from Ric. Or rather, his mind turned murky and muted and I noted palms of his hands twitching before bunching up into fists cradling the blanket's edge. It was a gentle and tight-lipped endeavor and a source of chasteness I wouldn't immediately associate with the man in my arms. What is this..?

If it was that bad, I would have surely been pushed away. Unless there was pity at play. I scrutinized him through half lidded gaze and made an exploratory push of the tongue between the barrier of teeth. I felt him swallow before meeting more resistance as he at last took control of the situation and like a diver returning to the surface put scant inches of distance separating us and unceremoniously pressed an open palm against my lips. Effectively shutting me up. In a daze I felt my own damp breath grazing an inside of his palm, exhales slightly unsteady. I anticipated an explanation and/or apology but Ric came entirely out of left field by throwing me an embarrassed grin instead.

His brain worked overtime to conceptualize a difficult string of words because the voice became a cacophony reaching crescendo and then abruptly settling. I blinked dumbly before deliberately licking the inside of his palm and feeling my tongue piercing scraping the skin. Split second of maddening mental noise before it was reigned in.

"Ugh, listen I've no idea how to say this but..." Ric wiggled uncomfortably, jostling me a little spread out in his lap before I put an end to it my anchoring my feet in the sofa cushions. He was still half hard. I didn't get it. Although it felt hypocritical of me to say so. I've been hard plenty in my life without being slightest bit aroused. This thought abruptly sobered me. A damning sense of wrongness started chilling the blood in my veins. The TV noise became a disturbing reality blurring background in my mind, but before I could hastily crawl off him I nearly missed Ric's next words if he didn't gently grab my wrists and made me hold on

"I should have said something earlier, probably much earlier at this point but I don't know..."

Just spit it out. I know, I know...Things got scary late at night thinking about other men dicks and you are not gay anymore. It was too good to last.

"...I guess I thought maybe it would resolve itself in time and there was no point in talking about it, but...

I realized my ability to speak has been returned for a while now but I felt no desire to comment on it. Ric stopped holding my wrists hostage as well. There were no lingering touches. Just say it, just fucking say it. I don't need you to submit an essay about why we can't fuck and we wouldn't fuck anyway. It was none of Ric's business anyway.

"I met someone."

What.

"You meet someone new every day." Time to play a dumb virgin.

"True but it lasted for couple of weeks now so I thought to make the announcement official. Does that count as meeting special someone?"

I wanted to slap him so hard his head would fall off. Slap him as hard as that information just slapped me. Instead, indignantly I hastened to crawl off his lap. In retrospect, it was something that I should have done as soon as Ric opened his damn mouth, because every time Ric got an urge to talk during make out session, something terrible and mutating was bound to happen to our relationship.

Not a relationship.

I covered myself head to toe in an abandoned blanket as Ric made peace with an abandoned space uncoupling from his body and I re-positioned myself defensively with my back against sofa's armrest.

"I don't get it." I said truthfully. My voice admirably steady. Ric looked at me a little helplessly. His mind a soothing bunch of nonsense.

"I mean that, no matter how you see me, I'm not the kind of person to cheat on someone in committed relationship.

Oh, this was getting weird real fucking fast.

"I have to go now."

"Kadm, no, wait?" He flailed. And then kept. talking.

"I suppose I'm not getting any younger and I don't have a good track record keeping in touch with people..."

I already liberated a lighter and a cigarette from my pants pocket without even waiting for permission to light it. I deserved it for currently being mercilessly trampled on. I got up and started outright pacing, unstopped by Ric as he kept monologuing

"I just have a good feeling about this person. Her name is Riley."

I didn't ask. I felt sickened. So I was right, this was a camouflaged "I'm not gay" talk. Suddenly inspired, I inquired

"Does she really exist?"

"What?"

"You don't need to make up a gal just to have an excuse to break up with me." I stated mercilessly.

Ric suddenly cursed in Spanish as if coming to a sort of realization and then groaning and then his hand went harshly messing up his hair in frustration. The whole production. The sense of unreality was deepening in the most paranoid corners of my mind.

"She's real." He looked at me decisively, as if challenging me to shove a finger inside his heterosexual stigmata.

"Careful now. You've already given me a name and confirmed her existence. Do you really wish to continue and give me more ammunition in the future?" Might as well come out as pervert and a stalker because if Ric kept talking more about his new girl, then fair warning, accidents happened and I didn't feel too well about being denied intimacy over Ric's grandiose delusion of christian monogamy.

Rejected. Wrong skin.

Please tell me there's still a chance-

No, let's not unpack that now.

"I really gotta go now." I said with deceptive calm. He never gave me an answer. Just this scrutinizing deep impression resembling the way he'd get on the verge of figuring a villain's MO. I basically served my derangement for him on the silver platter. So he could keep thinking about it when playing house with his new partner.

"Please try to act normal about this." Ric finally said with sobering quality to his voice.

Was I supposed to see it as a cause for celebration? My buddy going steady? I wondered if I ever expected myself to survive outside Farm long enough to start planning for family and old age and assemblage'ing myself into society. I had a brief second of apocalyptic vision. Ric tearfully presenting me with his newborn baby and some faceless whore smiling happily at her side, as was her right, holding onto another one that looked slightly like Ricnononono.

I was leaving. To flee downstairs and have another calming smoke (or five) and start thinking about demanding the return of small favors from my contacts. And inevitable panic attack at home.

Beaten by biological directive.

[visualtaehyun]

today on- Random new Thai expressions I stumble upon ✨

🦷 เหยิน /yeern/ and other recent slang

So I realized I haven't had time to lurk on twt for the entirety of the Christmas season and all the way into the new year which apparently was more than enough time for me to miss a bunch of new slang expressions emerging. The most confusing upon first encountering it definitely was this tooth one though (no context yet, iykyk, otherwise just keep reading lol). Without further ado- context -> explanation, let's go!

Reminder: not a native speaker but a learner of Thai 🙏

Fig.1: A clip from New's most recent tiktok live, in which fans teased him and he teased back lol Sidenote: am I gonna have to finally give in and download the ticky tock just so I can hopefully catch a mumeow gaming stream live for once? 😭

^translatable auto-subs available if needed, I'm lazy today

✨ Confusion ✨ I had heard the associated คลินิกหมอฟันใกล้ฉัน /clinic maaw fan glai chan/ (=dental clinic near me) before but this clip is contextually confusing enough as is with how absent from socials I've been so off I ran to twt-

Okay then! Context? ✅ We're talking about Teacher's Day and this tweet about P'Zee's character Charan who is an art teacher. Also- the novel's first CharanKhanin NC scene famously has an 'art class/learning art' set-up if y'all didn't know already.

เหยิน /yeern/ though? ❌ I'd seen or heard the tooth meme, as I shall dub it, a handful of times now already so this felt like THE time to finally search it up 😤

/yeern/ means /yeern/ means teen slang /yeern/ what does it mean tooth /yeern/ means

Always good to know I'm not the only lost soul out here 👍 Always hilarious to see a familiar face pop up who's just as confused:

What does /yeern/ mean? Where's it taken from? What is it? What sentence, to do with what, do you use it in? Please help #FayePeraya

A kind fan in the replies helpfully shared this funny BKPP clip from a FEE:D interview (in full here) where PP provides a clueless but enthusiastic Billkin with new slang expressions to bless viewers for the new year with 😂 So let's go through them! By which I mean- let's steamroll through them, considering half of these are explained with even more slang expressions lmaooo

- BK: Any new words? Update? - PP: โฮ่ง / BK: โฮ่ง!

โฮ่ง /hong/ means เลิศ /leert/ (=fab, slay, amazing), ดีงาม /dee ngaam/ (=good, excellent)

- PP: สับ สับ สับ / BK: สับ สับ สับ

สับ /sap/ means ดูเลิศ /duu leert/ (=looking fab), ดูเฟียส /duu fierce/ (=looking fierce) -> addendum: สับ /sap/ = lit. chop, chopped; หุ่นสับ /hoon sap/ = snatched figure

- PP: เสิร์ฟๆ /serve/ - BK: I wish everyone to serve. สับ สับ สับ - PP: No! - BK: What now, huh? - PP: ชีเสิร์ฟๆ /she serve/ - BK: I wish she serves this year!

ชีเสิร์ฟ She served - ทำถึง /tham theung/, ถึงเครื่อง /theung khreuuang/ (=extremely good)

- BK: I hope everyone ฮ็อป's!

ฮ็อป /hawp/ - symptom of someone suppressing a smile, holding back on ฟิน /fin/ (=from the English 'finale' or 'finish'; super happy or fulfilled, on cloud nine, over the moon)

- PP: เหยินๆ - BK: And that everyone เหยิน's--

เหยิน /yeern/ - symptom of someone suppressing a smile with the teeth visible -> addendum: เหยิน /yeern/ = protrude; ฟันเหยิน /fan yeern/ = protruding teeth, buckteeth

- BK: And that everyone will be She served. ...this year-- - PP: มันจะไอ้นั่น - BK: What's that, what's it mean? What does it mean? - PP: It's that thing na~ It's, like, something like that. - BK: It's that thing na y'all. It is That Thing na kha!

มันจะไอ้นั่น /man ja ai'nan/ - phrase from "Auntie Tim Scoops Curry", said to leave out (what is meant) with a basis of understanding

- PP: End with She Served! - BK: She Served kha 💅

The End.

Thanks for coming to my ted talk chaotic post at the crossroads of Thai language acquisition, Thai QL fandom, and my NuNew goggles! If anyone managed to follow this stream-of-consciousness mess then congratulations, you've unlocked my way of 'learning' Thai 😂 ทำถึงมากนะคุณน้า

[peachymilkandcream]

Hello, can you do a one shot or fic (your choice) where Y/n is Henry Emily's daughter and has an affair with William Afton? (she is of legal age, of course) I know it's wrong, but I've been thinking about it lately...

Either way, don't feel pressured to do this :) just do it if you feel comfortable! 💞

(If the text is strange it's because I don't speak English, I'm Brazilian and I use Google's Tumblr which automatically translates for me.)

William Afton x Reader -> Don't Tell Dad

(A/N: Ooh this is a good idea, I'm here for it!!! Now due to rules this isn't going to be smutty BUT I want to play on the dynamic of it :D And join in the brainrot of Afton being a goofy goober to Reader, we're all deep in it. Note: Reader is 18, because it's fucked in all other ways why not put in some great age difference and power imbalances ;) Also for context, this is after Henry kicked William out of the business and cut contact due to the death of his other daughter. (Ps. Your English translation is great! Glad to have you pop in!))

WARNINGS: implied dubcon if you squint (Afton's a bit manipulative about what he wants and due to the age difference consent is a bit dubious), big age difference, power imbalance, yandere themes/behaviours, violence, William is a warning himself, misogyny, Reader thinks it's hot William killed her sister because of the power, etc.

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Henry looked at his daughter, ever since she turned eighteen she had been acting differently. He assumed it was just a phase where she was exploring herself as a now woman, trying to decide what she wanted to do in life, where her path was headed. She had already been a bit of a partier in high school, doing more and more outrageous things to get his attention when the death of his daughter Charlie and the peril William had put his business into. Thankfully for them both that was behind him, the Afton family and were long since behind him.

"Where are you off to?" He asks, leaning in her doorway, unable to suppress pride about how she had turned her life around and became a wonderful young woman.

"Career counselling, remember?"

"Oh that's right." He had forgotten she had started going to a professional counsellor, she was taking her future seriously, so seriously she was going every week for advice. All of her poor life choices up until now she had regretted and was doing the most to make the right. "What's his name again?"

"Steve Raglan." She applies her lipstick, always making sure to look her best.

"Any useful advice?"

"Yeah, now I've got to go Dad, I'll see you later."

He doesn't get another word in as she hurries out the door, most likely late, a bad habit of hers. Gosh he was so proud of how grown up she was.

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William admired his work with his new client, as she got off his desk, knees still weak from being bent over it for the past hour and dripping. She knew who he was, what he was, there were no secrets between them, just something raw and primal. He had admitted to killing Charlie, expect her to scream in horror, instead she had looked at him with awe, impressed by his power and authority. That alone had made him look twice at the child from his long since hated but not forgotten business partner.

They were nothing serious by any means, he had come to understand she was a whore who just liked to bounce on dick. However he had convinced her that she would only be on his. In truth, he wasn't giving her career advice, he didn't want her to have one. Strung out as his bimbo wife was the end goal, barefoot and pregnant through all of her twenties. Although the secrecy was getting to him, he wanted to see Henry's face as his precious little girl, the only one he had left, was reduced to a bimbo by his worst enemy.

Which is why it started with different suggestions as things progressed, they went from his office, his car, her car, her garage, until finally her living room when Henry was away. Every time he tried to leave evidence of him being there, to make Henry torture his mind with suspicion. But the little doll always made sure everything was thoroughly cleaned.

Until one day she miscalculated how long it would take for Henry to make it across town and back.

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Henry was horrified, even after all these years he recognized him. The man who murdered his child got away with it and many other horrible crimes. And here was his only living child working to please that same heinous man.

"Get away from him!" He screams. "What did he threaten you with to make you do this!?"

She stares at him blankly, unsure of what to say.

"Go on dear, tell your dear old dad why you chose to do this." William taunts with a grin.

"I wanted to- willingly, no blackmail or anything-"

Henry seems dumbfounded. "Why?"

"Because, out of all the guys I've been with he's...special."

"Do you know what he did!? He murdered your sister! And countless other children and got away with it! Poor little Charlie rotting in a gutter because he had the whim to kill her! Did you know that!?"

When she remains silent, looking at the ground, his eyes widen in horror and disbelief as it clicks for him.

"Oh no..oh no no, you knew!? And you still think he's special!? How could you think that!?"

"I just do, alright!? And I'm going to keep being with him! I'm an adult now Dad I can do what I want!"

"No you will not, I'm calling the police."

"Go ahead Henry. But William Afton is legally dead, my name is Steve Raglan. I'll sue you for defamation of character."

"You think you can spit in my face like this and get away with it?"

William shrugs. "Yeah kind of."

"Get out of my house."

"Dad-"

"No! Enough out of you, get out of my house William!"

He stands to leave, a smug smirk on his face. "Fine fine, I'm going."

Henry watches with shock and sadness as his daughter rushes to William's side.

"Then I'm going with him."

"Are you serious? You would leave everything for the man who murdered your sister?"

"Yes, I love him and I'm not going to let you get in the way of it."

Anger boils up in him. "Then leave! Never come back! If you could betray this family like this then I don't want you here!"

Her eyes fill with angry determination as she follows William out, leaving Henry to stand there and wonder where it all went wrong.

[rawliverandgoronspice]

hey! do you have any thoughts on demise as a looser/more fluid/symbolic/metaphorical figure in the context of the story of the series- like thoughts on what he represents, and stuff like what his curse could mean thematically rather than the more essentialistic absolutistic "literal satan" interpretation that most of the (at least western) audience seems to take?

i know he may be somewhat contentious as a choice introduced by the writers especially considering from an outside perspective what he kind of did to the majority of fandom analysis and discourse, but i've been thinking about how it's quite possible the writers had a more paganistic approach to what it means to be a deity and how demise doesn't even really have a NAME so much as he is supposed to be some sort of manifestation/personification of the concept of demise, and maybe also of hatred, and also i don't know, like, what the point of that hatred is or why there has to be demise/what implications there could be of this worldbuilding

hope that was coherent enough to make sense of anything i just said but yeah i was just curious if you do!

Heyy sorry never replied, replying now!! Thanks for the ask!

Yeah it's exactly how I'm taking Demise, and I think what you mention connects more to what little I know and understand of shintoism.

In French, Demise has an absurdly long name and is basically called "The Avatar of the Void", which I think is... interesting? It makes me extremely curious as to how Demise is called in original japanese --because to me, "Void" is about the absence of things more than their destruction. It's about the absence, not the inevitability of things crumbling down that comes with Demise. I don't know which of these concepts are the closest to the original vision (if it's Void rather than Demise I think it recontextualizes everything we thought we know about this world and characters, but in my opinion it feels too incoherent with the rest of the world, so my guess is that it was a poorly thought-out translation --but I might be wrong!), but to me it's all in the title: Demise. The curse is that every golden era must end with a reckoning.

I think the curse is extremely compelling in that mythological sense, the way Demeter and Persephone's tale is about the joy and pain of passing seasons; it's the given cause for this world's fate as it is condemned to rise and die continuously; and that their eternal, bright future will always be opposed. To be honest, I'm not even sure it's a *bad* thing. Conflict is not only inevitable, it needs to rise to the surface instead of being suppressed to ensure things do not remain stagnant and shortcomings are being acknowledged and addressed --which is also partially why the suggestion of TotK's golden forever after really doesn't sit right with me, especially since nothing was learned and nothing truly changed in the course of its runtime.

I think the curse sucks when people think it means that Ganondorf is a generic evil demon man without motive of his own. It especially grinds my nerves since I somehow never hear this argument being made for *any* other villain in the franchise. I know they look alike the most (and TotK didn't help matters here), but I never *ever* saw people arguing that Vaati doesn't have motive, for example. Or Majora. Or Zant. Or even literal nothing characters like Bellum, who by all means looks more like a primal demonic evil acting on instinct than anyone else. Somehow, we get to assume they have internal motives that, while obviously wicked and self-serving, are their own! But somehow, Ganondorf, the actual main antagonist of his series with the most amount of games hinting at his backstory and internal moral code, gets flattened as an evil puppet with no internal life whatsoever. It's genuinely bizarre.

Anyway sorry sorry! Thanks again for the ask!

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Absolute Submission to the Queen

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors.

Blank, and ageless blogs will be blocked.

I heard the news while I was in the middle of negotiations.

Silvio: "Ha?"

Carlo: "Eek! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"

Carlo apologized with teary eyes.

I had to wonder if my current expression might’ve looked terrible.

Silvio: "Tch, we're done for today. Carlo, see the guests off."

Carlo: "I don't think I can do this. All the guests here are VIPs一Ah, wait!"

(I hope everything will be fine.)

I heard a shout from behind me, but I ignored it and hurriedly left the venue.

I kicked the door open, and the woman inside widened her eyes.

Emma: "Huh? Prince Silvio? Weren't you in a business meeting right now?"

Silvio: "Don't you have something to say to me?"

Emma: "No, nothing..."

Emma: "Ah, wait. Could it be that you're starting to miss me?"

(She's trying to change the subject.)

She tried to approach me nonchalantly, but her steps felt somewhat awkward.

Unable to watch it any longer, I picked her up, and she began to flail her legs in panic一a tightly wrapped bandage peeked from under the hem of her dress.

(So it was true that she was taken to the infirmary.)

(And yet, she...)

I suppressed my emotions and gently placed her on the bed.

Silvio: "You got caught."

Emma: "I figured that might happen."

Emma: "But it's not that big of a deal, you know? I just tripped and fell because of this dress."

Silvio: "You sprained your ankle. That's a big deal, you idiot."

Silvio: "How were you planning to go on living and hide it from me?"

Emma: "Of course, with determination!"

Silvio: "Ha?"

Out of frustration, I ruffled her hair.

(Why don't you even try to talk to me?)

(You went to the doctor, but you won't rely on me at all.)

(I'm supposed to be your man, aren't I?)

Even if it was out of consideration to not worry me, this time I couldn't stand it.

(Am I really that unreliable in your eyes?)

I knelt before her and gently touched her aching legs.

Silvio: "Listen, you absolutely cannot move for the next few days."

Silvio: "Instead, I'll do everything. I'll be your servant."

Emma was originally a sassy woman who wasn't good at relying on others.

She was always thinking of others and rarely considered herself.

While this trait might be considered a virtue worthy of being called "Belle," it could also be quite vexing.

I wanted to take this opportunity to make her realize that it's okay to use others more freely and casually, just as a queen would if she desired.

Rio: "Damn it, I'm so jealous!"

Silvio: "Sorry about that."

After a while of serving her, rumors started to spread in Benitoite about the extent to which the "dog" had taken to serving her.

Emma: "Rio, what did you just say?"

Rio: "Are you making me say those cruel words to him again?"

Emma: "No, that's not it. Let me repeat."

Emma: "Did you seriously just say that Prince Silvio is now my obedient dog?"

Rio: "That's right. The merchants who were present at the last meeting are spreading the rumor that this jangling bastard is your dog."

Rio: "Not just the merchants. Even the servants in the castle are all saying the same thing."

Rio: "But it's true, right? Lately, this guy has been clinging to you constantly, never leaving your side."

Rio: "He's been doing everything for you like a dog."

Rio: "I'm so jealous. I want to become your dog, too!"

(Dog, huh?)

Dogs are creatures that wag their tails and show loyalty to their owners. While some might consider it a derogatory term, strangely, I didn't find it insulting.

In fact, it was the opposite.

For the past few days, I've been by Emma's side, appearing at various social events.

I was always hanging out with her, whether it was for work stuff or private affairs.

And perhaps because of these circumstances, opportunities for her to make "requests" had gradually increased.

I'd prefer it if she could follow my every whim, much like a queen, but by obeying her like a loyal pup, I might eventually make her lose her reservations.

(Not bad.)

(She's too kind, so she probably needs a dog. In that case, I'll become one.)

However, even the time when I could be a dog would eventually come to an end.

Emma: "Put me down!"

Silvio: "I ain't putting you down."

Emma: "My leg has already healed a long time ago!"

Emma: "Even the doctor said I could walk."

Silvio: "I don't care."

Another week had passed since then, and her leg had healed to the point where it could be considered fully recovered.

(But I still can't accept it.)

(Not until you can use me without any hesitation.)

Ever since she heard the 'dog' rumors, she began displaying restraint once more.

She constantly issued orders that seemed to reject my attempts to serve her, even though I wanted to devote myself to her.

Emma: "Prince Silvio."

Even when she hugged me to make me do what she asked, I remained calm.

Silvio: "That won't work."

(I won't stop until you become more selfish.)

Emma: "………."

That night, she finally resorted to a more assertive approach.

(Is she planning not to speak until I stop being her "dog?")

Silvio: "Geez, you're such a handful."

She refused the meal I offered, so I reluctantly took a nearby drink, kissed her, and forcibly opened her lips with my thumb, allowing the drink to flow down her throat.

(Fruit juice, huh? Damn it, it's sweet.)

Emma: "What do you think you're doing!?"

Her face turned as red as a rose.

Silvio: "I'm trying to feed you."

Emma: "I'll eat by myself!"

Silvio: "Denied."

She naturally brushed me aside and pursed her lips as if she wanted to say something.

Emma: "You're being stubborn."

Silvio: "Ha? I'm not being stubborn."

Emma: "You're being stubborn. You're not even listening to a word I'm saying."

Silvio: ".........."

(That's because you reject everything I do.)

(All I want is to serve you.)

Emma: "What's really wrong with you?"

Silvio: "Nothing."

Silvio: "I just don't understand why you're so against it."

Silvio: "Do you dislike being taken care of?"

Emma: "I do. Because you're not just some random guy; you're my fiancé. You're not a dog."

Emma: "Or maybe you really want to become a dog?"

Silvio: “Maybe that’s not a bad idea.”

Emma: “Prince Silvio, are you sure you’re not sick?”

Silvio: “I’m not.”

Of course, I have no intention of being owned by anyone other than Emma.

I wanted her to rely on me and no one else.

(Dogs choose their owner. You just don't realize it.)

Silvio: “If I were to be a dog, you would be…”

Silvio: “No, forget it.”

I swallowed my words as shame overpowered me.

Although there were things I truly felt, I wasn't pure enough to express them honestly.

Emma: "Is something bothering you?"

Silvio: "Don't worry about it."

I took a seat in the chair opposite her and leaned back.

Emma: “Tell me.”

However, it was precisely in moments like this that she bit back.

She stood up from her chair and hugged me from behind, her sweet scent tickling my nose.

(This girl...)

Emma: “If you tell me, I’ll play along.”

Silvio: “You’re getting carried away.”

Silvio: “...........”

(But there are things that won't be understood if I don't say them.)

(I'd be more uncomfortable if she didn't ask for my help again by keeping quiet.)

Swallowing the rising embarrassment, I spoke up.

Silvio: “When you hurt your leg, you tried to hide it from me, but I happened to notice it by chance.”

Silvio: “I don't want you to rely on others, so I just thought I’d train you so that you could only rely on me.”

Silvio: “But if you’re not gonna rely on me, I’d rather become a dog.”

Silvio: "Lean only on me."

(Becoming your dog is actually my wish, too.)

(Though if I’d heard this a decade ago, I might've vomited.)

I took her hand and pressed my lips against her delicate skin, leaving marks to assert my existence.

After a brief silence, she let out an exasperated sigh.

Emma: "I understand."

Emma: "If that's the case, I want you to remove my shoes."

(----!)

Silvio: "Didn't you just tell me you didn't want to be taken care of?"

Emma: "That's because I didn't understand your intentions."

Emma: "This is what you wanted, right?"

Silvio: "Well, yeah."

(Damn it, I should've just told her from the start, even though it's embarrassing.)

Flustered, I stood up, carrying Emma, and sat her in a nearby chair. Then, I knelt in front of her and lifted her leg.

Today, she was wearing the dress I bought her a while ago, along with ribbon-adorned shoes.

(I've been waiting for this kind of selfishness from someone who doesn't hold back when dealing with me.)

I took one end of the ribbon with my mouth and started untying it.

It was a scene that I could never have imagined years ago.

(To begin with, I couldn't even imagine kneeling before someone.)

(I never really had a chance to consider whether I'd like the idea of people counting on me or pampering me.)

The people around me always had their eyes on my "money."

While I had many opportunities to be relied upon, it was always a transactional relationship.

(But what she sees is not money, but me.)

(That's why I've come to crave being relied upon so much.)

(Not for money, but for myself.)

I slid my fingers along her toes and removed her shoes. At that moment, she started petting my head.

Silvio: "Cut it out."

(It's only going to get more embarrassing.)

Emma: "I suddenly felt like petting you. Am I not allowed?"

Silvio: "You're grinning."

Emma: "If you don't like it, you can shake me off."

(There's no way I'd dislike this, stupid.)

Silvio: "Tch, why am I even doing this?"

Emma: "It's my way of saying thank you."

Emma: "Besides, you mentioned letting me experience what it's like to be a queen."

(You remembered those words, huh?)

(Just so you know, you're the only one I'll allow to be a queen.)

Well, she's not exactly unembarrassed either, with her face all flushed.

Despite her usual arrogant attitude, I couldn't help but burst out laughing at her inability to conceal her expression.

Silvio: "Ah, damn it. Feel free to give me any orders, Your Majesty."

Emma: "Then, after removing my shoes, I'd like you to put me to bed."

Silvio: "So, that means you want me to take you to the bath, help you change clothes, and then carry you to bed?"

Emma: "Not all of that…"

(You didn't have to say it. Let me take care of you even more.)

I lifted her up with one arm and unbuttoned her dress mercilessly. As I exposed her in her underwear, her body began to tremble.

Emma: "I'll do it...Nnn…"

(There's no point in waiting now.)

I sealed her words with a kiss and stripped off her underwear.

Looking down at her, completely naked, her face and skin turned red.

(You're too cute, idiot.)

I playfully ran my fingers across her skin, and she tightly closed her eyes.

That reaction alone made my heart race.

Silvio: "You gave the order, right? I'll serve you wholeheartedly throughout the night."

(So lean on me more. If it's you, I'll let myself be tamed.)

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Yotsuba Nakano: The Suppressed Ego

It's been awhile since I've read the manga and watched the movie.

But seeing this from the extra chapter once again from the manga reminds me of how Yotsuba Nakano would fit in easily at the Blue Lock universe.

Her backstory and the way she suppresses a lot of things from herself is a good recipe to put her in a program that promotes individuality and egoism.

In her arc, she is mostly shown to be wanting to be unique from her sisters and how she was the most competitive among them even before she met Fuutarou. When her mother was still alive, it didn't have a good reception on her as she was most likely wants to have the five sisters to stick closely to each other and whatnot.

Her character revolves around to being told to step behind the line which has mostly contributed to her being mostly in the background compared to her other sisters who are shining in their own. While not the most saddest backstory I've seen, it's still one of the most tragic because it shows on how much a person like her wants to be different and be the best among the rest. If we're going to delve and understand her way of thinking and the guilt that surrounded her, it's moreso in the lines of, "Why even bother trying if you're surrounded by people who are going to tell you to stop?"

Hence, in just a realization came to me that if ever there will be a Blue Lock program in her world or if there will be a crossover thing between these two franchises, it's most likely Yotsuba who will participate in the program not just because she was the most sports talented sister out of the five siblings but because she was naturally a competitive and invidualistic person with a suppressed ego that needs to be awakened.

Her character is one of the most intriguing and interesting one because of how much that guilt became a massive burden to her to the point that she was hiding in a veneer of being a cheerful, airhead and a person who can't say "no" most of the time.

Because of her massive guilt when she was a kid, it translated to her suppressing her natural characteristics of being competitive and assertive and tried to accommodate the others regardless if this will hurt her feelings or not.

It doesn't matter to her if this will hurt her in the end because in her entire life she had always thought that she's not allowed to become special and not to be prioritized.

Which reminds me of how Yotsuba's conflict in character reminds me of Isagi during the first season of the franchise.

Of how they're both weak and how they weren't able to put boundaries with other people and say "no" to them directly.

Isagi's goal is to become the number one striker but because of the mentality "one for all and all for one" which was ingrained to them as a team throughout his life, he felt guilty for thinking selfishly for once and instead passed the ball to his teammate when in reality it doesn't have a high likely chance that he will score a goal which contributed to their loss.

In a certain parallelism with Yotsuba's character, she had always wanted to be unique and be the best among her sisters as seen on how she was going to great lengths and putting an effort and being competitive to what she does. She didn't want to become a replaceable individual especially if she was mistaken to be one of her other sisters so easily. But since her efforts were being unnoticed and wasn't deem important by the people surrounded her and that incident about the "school transferring" before the plot had begun in the manga, it had contributed to her deeming herself as unimportant and always prioritizing other people rather her own happiness and satisfaction.

It'll be intriguing if her character was to be put in a program that supported her earlier mindset of the pre-Yotsuba and flourish her natural assertiveness and competitiveness in her character.

And wouldn't it be interesting to see how her efforts will be rewarded until the end if that's the case?