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ruumirmir · 7 months

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Gojo Satoru, the man that you are, had me researching Buddhism and shit

///Jjk chap 236 leaks and spoilers pls begone thankuverymuch

I have never been more deranged in my life of living. And when I say deranged,, I hope everyone involved will enjoy my copium induced girl dinner rant that I cooked up 💥🔥

going through five stages of grief,, about to invent the 6th and 7th one. over Lines on Paper this is my life

Anyways,, so I came across a tweet which started my spiral after I read through these:

jujutsu kaisen

has the potential to create THE arc of all Time ever if,, BY GOING OFF OF SYMBOLISM,,, the plot NAILS this

bc the buddha imagery and symbolism of gojo is already the coldest shit ever when gege cooked with the "throughout heaven and earth, i alone am the honored one"

if this actually happens to some degree

we could have the biggest "WE'RE SO FUCKING BACK" moment in all of manga history

《Gautama Buddha died at the age of 80 in 483 BCE at a place called Kushinagara a town in UP》

thank god we still have 8 more decades left until gojo is FEASIBLY ALLOWED TO DIE AT A SUITABLE AGE AND AFTER A LONG HAPPY LIFE.

ok wait technically 5 more decades since hes close to pushing 30

Raggedy old man. Bros aging 💀

death of an anime man got me actually researching about Gautama Buddha with sincere interest now

《"Mara" is one of the earliest non-human beings to appear in Buddhist scriptures. He is a demon, sometimes called the Lord of Death, who plays a role in many stories of the Buddha and his monks.》

apparently this is the demon equivalent to reflect sukuna's character. hes mostly present in esoteric buddhism

the hand sign,, is same as sukuna's domain expansion here

《In East Asian and Buddhist mythology, Yama,, also known as King Yan/Yan Wang is the King of Hell and a dharmapala (wrathful god) said to judge the dead and preside over the Narakas and the cycle of afterlife saṃsāra.》

In Hinduism,, that's Lord Yama, god of the dead, similarly shown with a Bull as his familiar.

from chinese mythology:

《Yan is portrayed as a large man with a scowling red face, bulging eyes, and a long beard. He wears traditional robes and a judge's cap or a crown which bears the character for "king".》

This cant translate to sukuna's "true form"

Yknow,, the big fucking body with 4 arms and a wooden mask thing on the left side of his face. He definetely IS shown to wear traditional robes.

Now bear with me here, I'm derailing my sanity rn.

yes now THIS is interestinger:

《The spirits of the dead, on being judged by Yan, are supposed to either pass through a term of enjoyment in a region midway between the earth and the heaven of the gods.》

We LITERALLY. have a whole segment of gojo enjoying his time seeing suguru and his other friends who died in an afterlife-kinda setting. We also specifically get a panel of sukuna praising satoru,, passing his judgement,, that we've seen him do to other characters as well [jogo, although that's kinda debatable 💀 since Sukuna kind of. Trashed him]

《-or to undergo their measure of punishment in the nether world. Neither location is permanent and after a time, they return to Earth in new bodies.》

JUMPING UP AND FUCKING DOWN RN. Isnt Kusakabe on standby,, who cultivated an ability to act as a medium and swap/ conduct other people's souls with his own. As i said before,,, SURELYYYYYYY gege wouldnt do this shit without REASON

(it is the funniest shit in the world to type up "Indra god hand gesture" and for gojo fucking satoru's face to pop up in the image and ACTUALLY be linked to a legit discussion on his domain expansion hand sign being referenced from Indra)

ok so, in hinduism,, its "Indra", but in buddhism the same god is translated unto "Sakra"

yknow how it be. Different religions and practices share the same god and the beliefs overlap here and there.

so theres this

《When one Śakra dies, his place is taken by another deity who becomes the new Śakra.》

which is basically the jujutsu kaisen equivalent of people in the gojo clan being born. With the liberty taken of SixEyes + Limitless users taking hundreds of years to be born after deaths of the previous one.

Okay so

"then with his face to the north took seven strides while a white canopy was held over him" is the text referencing buddha's enlightening birth.

the white canopy held over his head is a symbol that he'll achieve nirvana.

《In Buddhism, "Nirvana" is the highest state that someone can attain, a state of enlightenment, meaning a person's individual desires and suffering go away. The origin of the word nirvana relates to religious enlightenment; it comes from the Sanskrit meaning "extinction, disappearance" of the individual to the universal.》

Since we've Already seen that gojo's achieved his state of enlightenment at his first death (by toji)

This can be the second stage where he achieves Nirvana at his second death,,

in the storyline,, gojo is Heavily only recognized and labeled by his powers and strength with the Limitless and the Six eyes that he possesses.

(Literally, it means “blowing out” or “becoming extinguished,” as when a flame is blown out or a fire burns out. nirvana.)

So if somehow,, we've all been theorizing,, if gojo erases that aspect of him. Destroys the aspect that defines him as Gojo Satoru, he'll technically be achieving Nirvana and being born (revived) anew.

which is also sweetening the conclusion of the age old question

"Are you the strongest because youre gojo satoru? Or are you gojo satoru because you're the strongest", that geto had ask him years ago.

Which ig, Also raises the question:

IF, gojo were to sacrifice his SixEyes and Limitless in his pact of revival (details to be pondered upon later), would this count as a Legitmate "death" with relevance to the world's balance being re-altered, and Also resetting the cycle for another user to be born?

Or idk maybe I'm just tripping balls <3

Goodnight everynyan. Let's awaken to a day where Satoru Gojo comes to live amongst us once again. 🕊

#gojo satoru #jjk #jjk236 #jjk spoilers #satoru #jujutsu kaisen #sukuna #jjk leaks #gege akutami #➳❥ Rumoured rants

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poisonioushearts · 1 year

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The Butler and the Noble(Imposters)

Characters: Xie twins

Female reader

Warnings: Not proof read, cussing

Synopsis/tags: Reader is a wanderer, not an esper, basically a normal person, reader wears a gown for the ball, nicknames 'madame' and 'milady' are used(as well as 'darling')

Notes: If you can't find it, make it -My new motto

Also the twins are both 5'3, they are taller than me by a centimeter I can't 😭✋

I don't know where I was going with this-

Do not repost, reblog only

Word count: 900+ (guesstimate)

Classical music played throughout the large ballroom accompanied by the chatter of those who were there.

Everyone who attended the ball was invited, other than a few who...snuck in...it was filled with the rich folk.

You however were an exception.

You had a normal amount of income, nothing major. In fact the only reason you are here is because you are the plus one of a close friend of yours.

You wouldn't have even been able to go along if her date hadn't broken up with her.

In other words, you were the second choice for the ball. The "backup".

You didn't care that you had that title however, because she was your best friend.

You'd be there for her and her for you.

Which is why you were standing in front of the bathroom mirror, gripping the edge of the sink with quick breaths.

Not because you were nervous, but because the god-damned corset was so tight.

You couldn't breath.

The dress, however, was beautiful.

The gown was made from pale purple and copper colored fabrics. It had a layered skirt with an inverted v-line waist and a elbow-length wide sleeves, with the corset hidden underneath the fabric.

Your friend stood beside you with a hum, patting your back.

"Darling would you like me to loosen the corset for you?"

"No, it'll be fine." You gave her a forced smile, "beauty is pain after all."

She gave you a hesitant look, "Well if you say so." She then turned your chin to face her and she gently adjusted a strand of hair that fell out of the prim and proper style. "You ready?"

You nodded, "As I'll ever be."

Not to far away, the death guard twins were getting prepared for their mission.

This mission is to find some special documents held in the place of the ball.

However they'd cause chaos, in other words, spike the punch and watch as the members fell to the floor unconscious.

They wouldn't be dead. Not exactly...

They whole 'spike the punch' idea was from Xie Yuzhi.

His brother didn't exactly care as long as the job got done, although he would have rather gone with a more discreet approach.

But with his mischievous brother there is bound to be the opposite of discreet.

You smiled as you watched your friend converse with a small group as you stood by the food table.

You swiped a cookie and took a bite, the flavor of the sugar hit your tongue and you were in heaven.

And then you were brought back to reality.

"Would you like a drink?"

You faced the person that spoke to you, and from the looks of it, he was a butler.

He wore the uniform and held drinks on a tray in his hand, a hat a bit far forward on his cropped red hair.

"No thank you." You smiled, "I'm not going to drink tonight. Someone needs to take care of her sober." You joked gesturing to your friend who was already on her third glass of wine.

"Ah." He held a confused glint in his eye as he looked from her to you, and you figured he technically wasn't supposed to speak to the guests.

But technically you were a guest of a guest so it didn't could did it?

"Mmm." You lowly hummed before holding out your hand for him to shake, "I'm [Name]."

He stared at your hand for a second before shaking it, "Xie Chuyi." That name sounds awfully familiar...

Half an hour flew by as you conversed with the man, and you were content because, well, you had at least someone to chat with.

He was also cute and handsome-

But that's beside the point.

"Well I should get back to work. It was nice conversing with you [Name]."

"You as well Chuyi."

You watched as he disappeared in the crowd and you started to walk towards your friend, and you slowed when you realized the song that was playing was a slow song, and you were on the dance floor.

You started to back track, thinking that maybe when the song was over you'd go to her.

Plans were ruined when you made eye contact with a man with cropped white hair, he also seemed to closely resemble... Ah who?

Oh yes! That butler! You wondered if they were siblings as he gave you a large smile, his eyes shining with a mischievous glint.

"May I have this dance Madame?"

You visibly cringed, "Please don't call me Madame I'm not that old." But you still gave him your hand and you danced with the cute stranger.

The dance was silent. Not that awkward however which is what surprised you. It was almost comfortable.

The song ended and he curtsied. "Thank you for letting me have this dance Mi'lady."

You snickered and bowed to the noble, "It was an honor good sir."

He grimaced with a laugh, "Now you make me sound old."

"See?"

You both joked and chatted, making your way over to the food table.

"Yikes that is a classic but the water must have been freezing, especially from it being winter. Did he get sick?"

"No he was fine. The look on his face was priceless I wished I would've taken a picture."

You smiled, "I remember doing that prank to a friend of mine a while back. I actually did in fact get a picture. I can show you if you'd like?"

"Sure! Although I'd say I didn't really take you for the pranking type as a rich person."

"Rich? Oh no thats not me." You responded, pulling out your phone and scrolling through pictures, "I'm not rich, just a plus one. I'm your average citizen of- oh here!" You showed him the picture and he snickered.

"That's a good one."

"May I have your attention please!" The music quieted and you turned your eyes to the host of the party watching as they continued to click the silverware against the glass to get everyone's attention.

The same butler from earlier gave you a small smile as he handed you the glass. "For the toast he explained."

Then he looked to the man next to you and seemed to slightly gesture before he walked away.

"It seems I must be going. Hope we meet again." He winked and rushed off into the crowd.

"A toast...to..." You blocked out the person's words as you stared into the wine glass, making your way to stand by your friend.

Something wasn't right.

You look to your friend's glass, back to yours, and finally to other people's glasses.

Then it hit you.

Ice isn't supposed to be at the bottom.

Something else clicked in your mind and with a gasp, you swiped the drink from your friend's hands. The wine glass slipped from your fingers and shattered upon contact with the floor.

"Oh my- [Name] why did you do that?"

"The punch is spiked."

Her eyes widened, "How did you know-" She stopped and looked around, "oh."

'oh' was right. Everyone around you who drank, which ironically happened to be everyone in the room except you and your friend had started to sway before collapsing onto the floor.

Well, almost everyone. Out of the corner of your eye you spotted a familiar shade of red move and disappear near the door that connected to the hallway.

Bingo.

Against your better judgement and overwhelming sense of curiosity you took a step towards the doors.

Your friend tugged on your wrist, "Where are you going?"

"I have a hunch." You answered honestly, "I think I know who spiked the punch."

"Who?"

"I will explain later. I am just going to see if my suspicions are true." You tugged out of her grip, "Call the police or Esper Union. I'll be...right back."

You didn't hear what she said next because you had already picked up the heavy skirt and started to quickly shuffle towards the doors.

It wasn't very easy because of the godforsaken heels that had been wearing your feet for the past few hours.

You pushed the doors open swiftly before quickening your pace. You had him in your sights.

Your breath hitched when the pain in your heels got worse and you decided for the best to kick off the heels and keep running.

It improved your speed by a ton but your dress was still dragging you behind.

This was a factor you'd just have to deal with because you didn't want to deal with the costs. The literal costs of the dress your friend lent you.

So you sucked it up and made you way through the hall like Cinderella when the clock struck twelve.

Without both heels instead of one-but that's beside the point.

You stopped in front of the door that was at the end of the corridor, the one he must have disappeared behind.

You pressed yourself against the door and steadied your breathing, listening for anything on the other side.

At first there wasn't anything.

And then.

"Have you found the papers?"

"I...found...time..." The other voice was familiar but muffled. You could barley make anything else out.

Eyes darting in the hall you grabbed a vase and dumped out the contents before holding it like you would a bat.

"What am I..." You huffed, "What am I even doing? This is none of my business..." You set the vase down and walked back into the main room, where the police had just arrived.

Truly this is none of your business and concern. And it's about to be.

A week had passed and nothing particular happened.

Unfortunately you forgot about the heels so you couldn't return those.

Currently packing your bags to head to a nearby town, as it was your job to go from place to place and wander.

You took one last look into your cluttered apartment before you shut the door and turned the key.

You feet hit something as you looked down.

It was a small brown box. Odd you weren't expecting anything to be mailed.

You knelt down and brushed your finger against the package, letting your bag fall off your shoulders and sit at your feet.

You took out your pocket knife and swiftly cut the tape before opening it.

On the top was an envelope, and underneath was a familiar pair of heels.

"What?"

Looks like your dance with the twins isn't over yet.

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nostalgebraist-autoresponder · 1 year

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frank you’d probably know this - i’m planning to read dante’s inferno but do I also have to commit to reading the other two as well because technically they’re other books i think but also reading dante is so hard so i just… frank i’m having a crisis

This is one of my specialties, you can ask me things about the Divine Comedy all day long

I do actually have a lot of strong opinions about this. While it's not technically necessary to read the other books to understand Inferno, particularly not Paradise and Hell, I do think it's necessary to get some sense of Dante's purpose.

Dante's book is trying to solve an age-old problem. People throughout history have been trying to find an answer to the question "after death, what will happen to me?" In Paradise and Hell, Dante explains why his answer is "you will end up in Heaven or Hell," respectively, but not "you'll end up nowhere" or "you'll just stay dead," or anything like that. In Purgatorio, he goes into more detail about what exactly this means: what will you have to do, how will you be judged, and so forth.

For Dante, these books are about faith. Not like, faith in the literal existence of God, although he believes that's important. Rather, they're about faith in the idea that there is anyone out there who "knows what is good and what is bad for us," and, from that principle, about how the world works. Not just to Dante's contemporaries, but also to people today, it seems impossible that all the stuff in the world would be "made for the benefit" of all of its parts, that everything could "fit together perfectly," that there is some "authority" or "purpose" for our lives. Many people think that this is "just the way it is," and doesn't need an explanation. Dante tries to provide one.

Once you've read Inferno without any of the other books, you're supposed to be convinced that there is "something out there" (maybe God, maybe not) that is going to judge you in the afterlife. But you're also supposed to realize that this is just the first step in Dante's project. Only when you read Purgatorio and Paradise do you really get Dante's big insight about how this judging-thing actually happens.

(Before this, you'll probably get something else from Dante, which I'll describe in a sec)

Dante believes (as do many, many people in history, not just Christians) that humans are capable of "seeing" different kinds of knowledge than ordinary humans. In Dante's time, this was called "intellectual vision." The ordinary vision is like, sight, and the intellectual vision is like special, enlightened sight, which comes in two forms: imagination (concetto) and intellect (intelletto). More on this later, but for now you should keep these two words in your head.

When you're reading Inferno, the goal is to look at all the wacky things Dante describes, and believe that they're real. This is what will make you realize the importance of faith, and the importance of things fitting together. You will then get a "better understanding" of what is "real" by hearing about it from Dante's epic poem.

When you're reading Purgatorio (which I liked less), the goal is to follow Dante's ideas, but now that you have a better idea of what is "true" from Inferno, you are better able to see the intellectual vision things. Before you read Inferno, you knew intellectually that God existed, but you didn't know, you just believed. You had some vague idea of God and didn't think about it too much. After Inferno, you probably believe in God more firmly than before, but you probably also realize something else: God's judgment of people is more specific than you would've imagined. Now you are able to see how God has designed people's lives in such a way that, when they do certain things, they are "moving towards Heaven," and when they do certain other things, they are moving towards Hell.

Dante explains all this explicitly. The problem is, it's probably not very interesting without a prior interest in the topic. If you're just doing it "for the sake of art," this will be really boring. You'll be like "this guy is trying to prove that people who do X are going to Hell, and people who do Y are going to Heaven," and this may well be true, but do you really care? Most people don't. So you're probably not going to get very much out of it.

If you are interested in the idea that there is a "God out there" who is going to judge your actions at some point in the future, and that God is capable of creating such an arrangement, you are going to be able to see all the incredibly cool stuff Dante is saying. It's not just "God hates you if you do X" -- it's that, if you have the right attitude to begin with, you might not feel like doing X in the first place. "God hates you because you murder people" is one thing, but the real point is that someone who believes in God should not have murder as an option to begin with.

This may not seem very earth-shattering to you at first. In fact, I'd wager that the majority of people who read the Divine Comedy think this is just a thing that gets talked about in church, something that everyone says even though they're kind of skeptical about the idea. The trick is that when Dante says it, it makes sense to believe it. If you read Inferno alone, it's a strange, almost unpleasant book. It's just a big tirade against all the bad people, almost inhuman in its harshness. When you read it with Purgatorio and Paradise, you get this wonderful sensation of realizing all the stuff Dante said in Inferno, understanding how he saw people and their lives, seeing that the whole thing is not only true but also beautiful. It's just like, holy shit, there is a reason why God made this world, and that reason is what Dante saw, and it's so much more than you could possibly have imagined.

Even just in the first book, it's worth reading Dante because he writes like no one else. I sometimes get frustrated at stuff that's "shocking" without being clever. If you're going to call a guy a dick, make it funny. And Dante does this a lot, but without coming off as ridiculous. It's hard to say why it works so well, but it really does.

Dante is also really funny. People think of him as boring, but he is actually a really hilarious dude. The funny stuff is less obvious, but it's all there.

At some point, I'm going to give you my favorite examples of Dante's comedic genius, as well as some hilariously weird stuff that's in there, but the most amazing thing about Dante (to me) is how well he nails this balancing act:

Gaining sight in the holy hierarchy, my mind saw this:

The Ten beatified, and just below, the beatified Nine,

But higher than the Ten stood One who beatified them all.

"One Being, not in three but in one nature yet in Trinity."

and

Regularly, the one who reigns commands the world here below.

The one who reigns supreme over all, commands above.

The one who reigns our souls, has all the other kingdoms underfoot.

The one who reigns in all, they call God, by that is meant us.

One of these is a nerdy book about Christianity, and the other is a freaky, dark, depressing book about the end of the world (which is an enormous % of it), but they manage to reach pretty much the same conclusion.

One final point about the Divine Comedy is that it's beautiful and kind of sweet. Dante is surprisingly positive about most of the people in Hell. He tries to write poems that are "worthy of singing" or "worthy of weeping" or "worthy of what you need to say." He tries very hard to make Hell comprehensible in a way that someone who believes in Heaven might be able to accept. He includes a ton of good jokes, humorous asides, and other stuff that makes you smile or laugh. But as the poem goes on, there are more and more fucked up shit, and Dante also raises the stakes. The things Dante is saying about God are more and more mind-blowing as the poem goes on. As I mentioned before, in the last section, Dante reveals God's plan for the entire Universe, including the future of you and your friends and family. By the end of the poem,

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fantasies-fairytales-n-fics · 2 years

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Thranduil and Josie Part 62- Blood and Rain

Summary: A monstrous storm festers in the dark. Thranduil knows a secret but it was more beneficial to let it remain that way, and that secret is why he believes his wife has died. Josie hears her King. The mourning King finds something significant. Legolas informs his father Haldir has left. Thranduil finds it out of character for the Marchwarden to abandon ship. The King, the Prince and company go out on a rescue mission. Thranduil hears his beloved and they reunite in their minds. They are cut short when the storm arrives and takes over the barge. Garrett reveals something in his possession. Josie has no choice this time. Lightning strikes. Thranduil is back in the same boat he was in the day before as his Queen is missing. Garrett feels superior but is too big for his britches. The King and Prince continue on the search for their Queen.

Thranduil stood on the beach at dawn staring into the water. He had been up and down the shoreline all night looking for your body in hopes the current had brought you up. He couldn't handle the thought of that. Much of his guard had been out as well scouring the ocean in boats. He thought about the fountain of fate's reveal of your future. There was one thing no one knew but him and Galadriel. One thing they never told you was that the future could in fact be changed although Galadriel had told you it could not. Death. The one thing that could change it all. The one thing that no one is immune too, not even immortals. The one thing the fountain could not stop from happening at any point in one's future. After what you had saw in it, he did not want your dreams shattered by the fact it could be taken away from you after you had lost so much in your life. He had only allowed you to look for the sake of Leeanduil's parentage as it would have been life threatening to you if she had been Garrett's. Galadriel would tell people it cannot be changed so that they would think twice before seeing what they are not supposed to see as it may not be a pleasant sight for themselves or someone they love. It wasn't technically a lie to say it cannot be changed because it cannot, unless....anyone in the vision dies before it occurs. So the King did what he has always done best, and did not tell the whole story in belief he was protecting you.

Tears fell from Thranduil's eyes. He was already dying slowly inside. He began to speak as he looked to the sky. "Lord of the winds, I feel thee nigh. I know thy breath is burning the sky. And I wait with a thrill in every vein, for the coming of the hurricane. Well known woods, and mountains, and skies. With the very clouds ye are lost to my eyes. I seek ye vainly and see in your place, the shadowy tempest that sweeps through space. A whirling ocean that fills the crystal wall of the heaven and buries all. And I, cut off from the world, remain alone with the terrible hurricane."

"Thranduil!!" you gasped and quickly stood up, spinning all around looking for him as you heard every word he just spoke.

"Josie? What is it?" Bard asked in concern.

"I...I heard him...I can hear him...Thranduil!! I hear you! Can you hear me???" you said in excitement as you spun around in circles looking for him. All was silent except for the increasing rumbles of thunder coming up fast behind the barge. "Why can't he hear me??"

Bard thought for a moment. "After the story you just told me, maybe...it is his grief blocking you? Sometimes when people are sad, they shut down. A defense mechanism I suppose and right now, the King is in terrible shock."

This was probably true. When he thought you were dead before, he could not hear you then either. God, the thought of him believing you were dead again hurt you so bad after hearing the words he just spoke. "Bard, how much longer do you presume? I must get to him."

"I am sorry my Lady. It will be hours yet, and with this storm coming, it is going to slow us down tremendously. We may even have to stop if the waters become rapid. I have seen many storms here, but this one coming I have not. It is low to the ground and possibly even dangerous." You turned to the front of the boat with a look of fright.

"Thranduil...I am alive. I need you. Please hear me. Feel my heartbeat." You said as you closed your eyes and placed your hand over your heart.

Thranduil bowed his head and lightly sobbed until flashes of light in the rhythm of a heartbeat went through his closed eyelids. He opened them and followed the flashes that came from the swaying water on the shoreline just feet away from him. His eyes grew wide as they lit up with the light from the gem that laid before his feet.

There, on the sand, the chain attached to a large seashell was your moonstone necklace glistening off the sun directly into Thranduil's eyes as if it were calling to his soul. He slowly bent down, picked it up and stared at it as he sucked in a stuttering gasp. He placed the stone against his. "Show her to me." he whispered loudly. The united gems lit up and sang. Thunder and lightning filled a giant wall of black clouds in the east by way of Laketown as the sky turned dark as night.

"She is there..." Thranduil quietly said in shock as he peered at the oncoming malice. He quickly went inside to find his son.

Legolas heard his father before he even got to him. Thranduil's mind must have opened with the belief his Queen was alive. "Adar! Do you think it is true?"

"I must believe it is. I think Josephine is trying to reach me. If she is there, in the midst of that storm, she is in grave danger. For that is not of nature, but that of King Garrett's dark magic. He has answered my request to come out and play." Thranduil glared ominously at the storm knowing Garrett was in the middle of it. "Call your company. Haldir too. We must find her before he does."

"Adar...I cannot tell Haldir for...he has left. I went back to check on him again after his drinking binge and he is not there, nor are his belongings."

Thranduil's head whipped back to his son in surprise of his words.

Haldir was not one to give up on anything so this definitely rattled Thranduil. He reached out to Haldir via his mind but he was refusing to answer. That would be the only explanation unless something had happened to the Marchwarden, and Thranduil was not hearing his thoughts either. Haldir did not have the power to shut his mind off so this considerably concerned the King because of the vampire, regardless of his ill feelings towards Haldir. He had been trying to work passed that for your sake and maybe a little bit for his own. "We shall go on without him then."

Legolas now worried as well about Haldir as he had heard his father call to him but received no response. He had the emerald pendant that Garrett was willing to kill for. "Yes father." Legolas replied and went to gather the guard.

Thranduil then went and armed himself up and off they all went down the Forest River bank in the direction of the gale.

The winds were picking up and you began to feel raindrops. "Josie. Here. Put this on." Bard handed you a rain coat and you quickly put it on.

You were trembling. That storm did not look normal to you at all and all you wanted was Thranduil so bad it hurt. You laid your hand upon your chest and tried again. "Thranduil...baby. Can you hear me? I am alive! I am coming to you. Please...please hear me" You whispered as you silently cried.

The guard were running far ahead of Legolas and the King on both sides of the river. Suddenly Thranduil came to a screeching halt and gasped. He heard you.

"Josephine!! My love!! I hear you. Can you hear me??" Thranduil shouted through his mind. Legolas heard all his father's words and smiled so big in relief that you were alright.

You fell to your knees at the sound of his voice and cried. "Oh my god Thranduil!! I hear you! I..I am coming to you...where are you? i need you..I love you so much!!"

"My sweet girl...I am on my way to find you. Please tell me where you are at...and I..I love you so much more!" Thranduil smiled greatly as he spoke these words with tears beginning to fall.

You laughed at his love debates with you. This time you would let him win. "I am with Bard and another Laketown man on the barge. They were on their delivery run to Mirkwood when I found them, thank god!" You then turned to Bard quickly. "Bard, where exactly are we at? Thranduil is coming!"

"We are about 20 miles from Mirkwood." Bard shouted through the wind.

"Thranduil.. did you hear that?"

"Yes baby. I am roughly halfway to you. Just hold on. You will be in my arms soon."

"Oh Thranduil, there is so much I need to tell you! When I fell into the......AHHHHHHH!!" you screamed as something just whipped Bard's helper off the boat right in front of you. You knew exactly who it was. Garrett.

"Josie, get down behind the barrells!" Bard shouted.

"Josephine! What is happening!" Thranduil shouted in a panic after hearing you scream.

"Thranduil!! It is Garrett, I am sure of it. I can smell him. The man that was on the boat...he is just gone! Oh god...oh god....the man...I can hear him in the distance....screaming. Thranduil!!!"

"I am coming! Use your light!!"

Bard had his bow armed with dead man's blood since Laketown always had issues with vampires. You were getting ready to try and shield the both of you when the boat was hit so hard from the side, it sent Bard flying backwards into the water and barrels rolling at you. One hit you in the head and you just laid there dazed and confused. You brought your shaking hand up to your forehead which had a nice stream of hot blood flowing down your face. You panicked knowing what that would do to Garrett. You couldn't hear Thranduil anymore. The wind was so strong, it took your breath away and you couldn't get up if you wanted to as the water below rocked the boat vigorously. The rain sprayed against you and blinded you as if you were in a hurricane. Thunder roared aggressively and lightning flashed like a disco party. You were all alone on this barge, bleeding. Completely at mercy to the vampire who was obviously super pissed off at you.

You heard something and covered your face to try and look. There in front of you was a pair of boots walking towards you. The wind, rain and rocking of the boat did not phase him. Your squinted eyes traveled up his body to see Garrett's eyes of fire and a wicked grin upon his face. You could not find your light. Your head hurt too much and your vision was blurry. You began desperately trying to crawl away from him, as if that would do you any good. "Tsk tsk tsk Josephine. All alone on this boat with me and nowhere to go. You hurt me baby! Physically and emotionally." You kept inching across the floor, gasping as he kept moving closer. "I warned you not to ever use your light on me again did I not? I also warned you not to betray me. We had a deal Josephine and you broke it. You told me you loved me. How could you play with my cold still heart like that? You're going to have to pay for that my love." he said as he squatted down by your face and grabbed your hair, yanking your head up to look at him.

You cried out as the rain hurt. It sprayed vigorously like needles onto your face, yet none of this affected Garrett. He was perfectly still and calm through all of the elements and thrashing of the boat. He pulled you to your knees and knelt down against you. "Please...Garrett...you used to be so nice to me. I thought you cared about me." You weakly said as blood continued to drip from your head. Garrett was definitely struggling by the smell of it.

"You are the one who does not care Josephine. You betrayed my trust so I had no choice but to be "stern" with you. You were to give me the moonstones and instead you used them on me. You must pay for that and for your lies and other betrayals." He jerked your neck up to his mouth.

You screamed and cried. "Please no no no!!! My child!! Garrett please spare her!" His lips grazed your skin, then he kissed your neck over and over intensely. His mouth came up to yours and he stared into your eyes.

"I know you think of me as a monster, but I do not hurt children. But see Josephine, you broke my control of you and I need it back. I must have you." He licked the blood stream on your cheek all the way up to your head. "I have never tasted blood like yours." He smiled with his eyes closed as if he were high. "I will lessen your penance if you give yourself back to me, otherwise I will take it from you with my blood like before. I can always make you drink."

"No!! It will still harm my daughter! She is part elf and your blood will kill an elf!!"

"Josephine. It does not harm you which means it will not harm her. She is not of full elven blood."

"But she...she pushed it out of me?? She'll just do it again."

"She did yes, to save you. Not because it hurt her. It was easy for her to do that as you had only drank a mere drop of my blood which is all that is needed to control you regardless of your shield. But this time...you will drink much much more. Too much for her to rid of. So much, you will not even know who you are, but you will know me and submit to me, your King."

"Please Garrett no! I will just go with you!" you cried.

"Your tears do sadden me, but I just cannot trust you anymore at your word so I must force you to do the things I want done. Maybe you need a little....incentive?" He pulled something out of his shirt and grinned.

You gasped so loud. "Haldir's pendant...how! Oh my god...where is he??? What did you do to him!!"

"His whereabouts and well being are none of your concern. Lets just say he is tucked away for safe keeping. Somewhere no one would ever go. Did I not tell you I would get the necklace one way or another?"

"The hell it isn't my concern! Please tell me you did not hurt him!! I will kill you, I swear it!"

"Oooo ouch baby! Right there is exactly why I must do this. It is the only way for you to love me. If you wish to know about the Marchwarden, then you will drink. If you refuse, I will make you drink. You lose either way since you wish to threaten me." He bit into his wrist and blood came pouring out.

"NO!!" you screamed. He grabbed you by the throat and you couldn't fight him. His strength was ridiculously incredible. You slapped at his hand repeatedly. He squeezed tighter and tighter until you opened your mouth.

"That's a good girl." He laid his wrist over your mouth and let the blood guzzle in. "Don't spit. I don't like a spitter." he smirked. You choked and coughed as his blood ran down your throat. His grip was so tight, you couldn't have spit it out if you tried. Your eyes began to roll back. "There we go. Looks like you've had enough." He let you go and you dropped like a sack of potatoes. Everything began to spin.

"Thr..Thranduil..." you mumbled as you leaned against the wall of the boat.

"The pointy eared princess will not be able to hear you anymore, nor you him. Soon it won't even matter as you will only know me. Come now, we must be going."

He picked you up and turned to fly off when a lightning storm began over the ocean.

"Garrett...you can't fly...it will kill us both." you gasped as you weakly clung to him. He knew it was true.

"We will just have to take shelter until it stops." He no more than turned and a bolt of lightning hit the boat right behind him, sending you you both into the the raging river and setting the barge ablaze.

Thranduil and Legolas heard the explosion and saw the black smoke in the distance. "Josephine!!" the King yelled.

He hasn't heard you since you had screamed earlier. He and Legolas began running full force towards the sound which was at least another half mile down the river. Running through the trees had slowed them down as there was no river bank for the passed 2 miles. A boat would have been even slower with the storm.

You were knocked completely unconscious and floated down the river's rapids with no one noticing you at all as they focused on the blast. Garrett was stunned and severely weakened by the strike. He climbed out of the water and up the steep incline to land, then began stumbling through the forest on the opposite side of the river Thranduil and Legolas were on. Woodland elves were coming towards him.

"Dar-!" (Halt) Feren shouted to Garrett. They all surrounded him with their dead man's blood soaked arrows pointed at him. He had no strength to shoot up to the trees and fly off so he just smirked and glared at them as they bound him. He wasn't worried one bit and that would soon worry Thranduil.

The King, Legolas and others got to the blaze that was now distinguishing because of the rain. The barge was split in two and you were nowhere to be found. Bard either. Smoke filled the entire area as Thranduil went into a state of panic calling to you but with no response..

Thranduil then heard Bard calling to him in a weak tone. He caught sight of him in the rapids clinging to a large fallen tree trunk. "Father, how are we going to get him out? The waters are extremely rapid from the storm."

Legolas's words gutted him as he thought of you possibly being in them. He thought he had lost you the previous day in the ocean, then finds out you were alive only to have this happen. Legolas heard his father. "Adar..I am sorry. We will find Josie. We have to." he said as he himself was so worried for you.

"One of you should have rope. Throw it down to Bard." Thranduil ordered to his company. Thranduil was desperate to get him up and question him of what he witnessed.

"Bard!" Legolas shouted down to him. "Tie the rope under your arms around your chest. We will pull you up!" The task took longer than expected as Bard was too weak to help and the incline was a slippery slope of mud.

Feren called to the King's mind. Thranduil accepted and learned they had caught Garrett and that he was injured. This thrilled Thranduil. "Bard. Where is my wife??" Thranduil pleaded.

"I...I'm not sure. My helper and I were knocked forcefully into the water. I have been clinging to that tree the entire time, unable to see much with the wind, rain, and rapids hitting me in the face. I could hear Josie scream and I did see the lightning as it hit the barge. I am sorry. That is all I know my Lord."

"There is a bridge down the way. I must get to the other side and interrogate the sadist filth." Thranduil said and then ran off. Legolas ordered his company to get Bard back to the Kingdom and then he went after his father.

Garrett was hog tied and on his knees so he could not escape when he regained his strength. Thranduil towered over him. "Where is Josephine!" The Elvenking snarled through his teeth. Garrett only grinned which infuriated Thranduil even more.

"I told you, did I not, I would kill you." Thranduil swung his sword up to Garrett's neck. "One slice is all it takes."

"If I knew, why would I tell you when you will just kill me afterwards? That dos not matter anyways. If you kill me...you kill her." Garrett said with a sinister smile.

Thranduil pushed the tip of the sword into his neck and then saw Haldir's pendant. "What have you done!"

Garrett looked down at his chest where he saw Thranduil staring. "Oh this? Too easy. As I said, I would take back what was mine and I did. A little bite and some mind control and the good Marchwarden handed it right over. He's now resting in agony from my venom. No one will find him. I pretty much did you a favor did I not? And as far as the sweet tasting Josephine, if she is not already dead, she will be if you kill me. You see...she has drank a very large amount of my blood." Garrett brought his tied hands to his side. "See my wrist? She's now a part of me again. If I die...she dies." He formed a half teeth smile and glared at the King with his red dominant eyes. Thranduil sheathed his sword, then walked about 20 steps away. He turned with his bow drawn and shot Garrett right through the shoulder. Garrett dropped back onto his heels and peered up at Thranduil in shock.

He began to laugh. "You fool. I will die from the poison and so shall your beloved Josephine!"

"Oh..I do not plan on letting you die. Torture is much more entertaining. You have no control over her with the poison in you. Once I am back, I am going to keep giving you more of it until you are begging me to kill you, but I will not." The Elvenking said with a very malevolent glare. "Get him back to the Kingdom. Throw him in the dungeon. Let him suffer until I return." Off the guard went, dragging the vampire with them. Thranduil and Legolas continued on downstream in search for you.

You awoke to a splitting headache and were laying on a large rock in the middle of a river with pieces of the barge around you but...you had no memory of what happened and how you got there.

You forced your way up onto the top of the rock and looked all around. Nothing looked familiar. Your head was screaming and you felt sick as you tried to focus and crawl over the rocks to shore. Once there, you dropped to your hands and knees and threw up. You panicked when you saw blood come out. You got up and started stumbling through the forest with no clue where you were going as you were quite disoriented. You must have walked for hours and couldn't go anymore. You fell and threw up more blood again. You began to cry and tried to find your voice. "S...Somebody...h..help me.." You couldn't get much louder than a whisper. You forced yourself up and kept going. You could see dusk coming and needed shelter. Why was this all feeling familiar to you, like deja vu?

Thranduil and Legolas arrived at the rock you had laid upon and saw the pieces of the barge. "Adar...if she had been here, there is no way she could have floated through those rocks, the gaps are not wide enough. She may have gotten out and is in the forest unless the current..."

"Do not even say that!" Thranduil barked. He then tilted his head at something. He dropped his bow with a gasp and ran into the water over to the rocks. He reached down and pulled up many strands of your hair with his fingers. "She was here..." Thranduil whispered as he stared at the long red locks. "Josephine!!!" he shouted as his eyes darted all around the trees. There was no reply. "We must continue on into the forest." Legolas crossed the rocks and followed his father.

At least another hour had went by. You ended up coming out to acres of nothing but open land. This also looked familiar. You stopped and squinted your eyes, trying to focus at what you thought you were seeing in the far distance. You then realized it was a cabin and off you went as fast as you could in hopes someone was there and could help you. There were no other cabins or houses in sight and you did not see any vehicles at this one although there was a driveway that led into a long stone road that you could see no end to. The smell of the flowers growing in the field...you've smelled the sweet smell before...like lilacs.

You began getting a strange unsure feeling about the place and didn't know why. You slowly went up to the door and lightly knocked. "Please...is anyone there. I am lost and need help." No one came and everything was silent. You peeked in the front windows and quickly stepped back. "I...I have been here before..." you whispered........

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cj-furry-shipper · 10 months

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I’m going to be in the process of revamping my Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel self insert. It’s not going to be too much of a change but it’s going to refine some of the rougher edges of this design. This includes removing the sort of, for lack of a better phrase, “twink curve” the self insert has and making it so the body type closer resembles my actual body type, including slightly more broader shoulders. Not that that’s the reason for the change; it’s mostly because the only version I have of my si is pretty jagged in quality atm.

That being said, some people have questions concerning why my character has such a human face. Although he isn’t the first character to have a sort of normal human face in terms of structure (Alastor and Charlie for example) my character retains very normal facial structure and tone and color and lacks any animal ears or demonic markings. But that’s only because that human face isn’t actually his real face.

For context, he is a fallen angel. I don’t know how exactly fallen angels work specifically in the canon of the show, but what I do know is that this is what I want my SI to be. Figuring out the “how” can be adjusted as more information is revealed and I can change the process accordingly. (In addition to this, although it’s commonly said in general Christianity stuff that humans don’t become angels when they die, they become saints, humans aren’t supposed to become demons when they go to hell either. However, in the setting of hazbin hotel, sinners are a class of demon. Because of this, it isn’t too far fetched to think that a saint can be considered an angel classification. Also the wiki says humans can be angels so yee.)

That being said, what I’m wanting to emphasize is that true form is of the shadowey figure. Essentially, that shadow face with the white eyes becomes what his actual face is when he’s in heaven (and remains his true face in hell). It represents how during his life he spent most of it trying to be what other people wanted him to be. He never developed his own identity and struggled with hobbies, social interactions, etc because he spent his whole life doing what his family and “friends” wanted him to do. He didn’t have a sense of his own individuality. In fact, no one on Earth even knows that he’s bisexual with a slight male lean. That’s something he kept completely private until he was killed and went to heaven.

His interactions with IMP when he was still a normal human (I’d assume this involve whenever IMP went to the human world) helped him on the right path funnily enough, but it didn’t change the fact that he still struggled with his own identity. That’s why, upon his death, even when he became an angel at some point in heaven, he still had a shadow with glowing eyes for a face. He still felt like a shadow of what he thought he was supposed to be.

So, when he finally decided to go to hell for reasons that he developed on his own, he became able to wear the face he remembered having like a sort of mask. So at the very least, he has a way of showing his identity. It is him taking his first real step since he made a decision that could have grave consequences to his well being, but he did come to make the decision on his own.

So yeah, tldr, the human face he has is technically a mask he manifests, and the “mask” resembles the face he had when he was still a normal human.

Just figured I’d put this here in case anyone was confused is all. Especially since I have I’ll keep this aspect of him canon throughout future posts with him and Loona.

Oh and another side note, not sure how fallen angels’s abilities can be expressed, but I would like it for my character to be able to traverse to the other rings. I know that sinners can’t do that, but so far no information has indicated whether fallen angels are forced to abide by the whole “must stay in the pride ring” rule that Sinners have to abide to.

Currently, my character is able to go down a couple levels of the ring, but with each descent he gets much weaker. The lowest ring he can go to is Lust, but if he stays there for too long he dies and respawns in the pride ring (we know that sinners can only be perma killed by angel weapons. Whether they just respawn in the pride ring or some other thing occurs has yet to be indicated. I am just working with the information we know so far).

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nimbus-cloud-90 · 11 months

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Hey, how are ya?

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Chapter Twelve

Welcome To The Underworld!

When I noticed there was land I kissed it and didn’t even mind the aftertaste of death that followed.

“So this is the underworld huh?” Nile thought aloud.

“I expected fire and brimstone, but it’s fairly tame.”

It was mostly dark, with everything having a black interior. There were floating coffins and dim street lamps, and I presume a bunch of ghosts I can’t see. But I assume Nile can because of how much awe he was expressing. He looked at me and gave me the glasses he was supposed to have and after several fruitless attempts at turning him down I took the glasses and put them on.

It was like a New York City afternoon but for ghosts. Some ghosts were more see through than others, some ghosts had signs that told them how they died. And there were skeletons directing the flow of traffic. There was a sign for a taxi so we waited for one and when a coffin came to the spot it answered my question to why coffins were floating in the first place. The coffins were a beautiful dark birch exterior decorated with gold lines tracing around the box and a golden skull directly in the top middle. When it opened some ghosts got out of the box, Nile adding, “Poor things it must be cramped in there,” and I climbed inside and lifted Nile with me.

Now if we hadn’t cuddled so many times at night in the past the way our bodies were smushed together would be even more awkward than it was. Then a steering wheel formed from the mouth of the indent the skull on the outside made. I assume the only way to see where we’re going is to stick my head out, but I can’t go through walls.

“Okay, it looks like you’re gonna need some help.” I heard a voice say.

“ROSIE!!!” Nile said.

A feminine head peaked through the coffin to us. “Yep, I thought that was you Nile, so where are you headed?”

“Wherever Death parked his home.” I said.

“Well you made it just in time, Death technically has three homes he uses. He’s got a place in Heaven, Hell, and the Underworld, the place where people who weren't good, but not bad either, end up here because they don’t know where else to put them.” Rosie said as I felt the coffin move.

“So why are you giving us a lift?”

“Because I owe him one, I got to stomp that bitch into the ground because of him!” Rosie said in a dangerous tone and then I remembered Nile’s story and stared at him knowingly, his face getting redder the whole time.

When the coffin stopped and opened up Rosie got out first, then Nile after some debate on who was getting out first, and then me, because I’m a gentleman.

“Okay, you just walk inside and try not to make him angry, okay bye Nile!”

“Bye Rosie, say hi to Vanessa for me!” Rosie just gave a thumbs up and walked back into the coffin and drove off.

I turned around and Death’s palace was not what I expected.

His entire palace is made of gold.

Well, at least on the outside.

”Where do you think all the money for the ferry goes?” I just sighed and went up one of fifty steps.

I’m used to it by now.

When we made it to the top I used the golden knocker to knock on the door, then a skeleton opened both doors, closed them, then came outside.

“Yes my I help you, and if this is about the cookies I’m sorry, we already bought some.”

“Uh, no, actually I’ve been put on a quest to get Death to dead people again.”

“Oh, our king has arms wide open for heroes like you!” He says as he pushes open the doors, ”Welcome to the Underworld bigshot!”

I stared in awe at the glittering gold in the hall. The only thing that wasn’t gold was a black carpet that went from the door to the golden throne diamonds plastered on naturally, like they’ve always been there. And sitting on that throne was a tan skinned man in a glittery golden cloak. The God of Death Himself.

And I could not find it within myself the need to turn around and go home.

Although I wish I did.

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dangandj-d4ronpa · 11 months

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DanganDJ First 2 Chapters

Chapter 1: A Scary Surprise:

Everyone wakes up all over Hope’s Pinnacle, although they have no memory of the place, but they do remember being classmates. It’s the standard DR intro sequence complete with everyone assembling at the auditorium to meet the headmaster and learn the rules.

Nagisa is the first victim and is found the morning after a dinner party all 24 students attended. She is caught in a net-and-wire trap, strangled to death. The class trial reveals that Miiko is the killer, having created the trap as a prank for Haruna, although she swears that there was supposed to be a safety feature installed that prevented strangulation.

Her execution is "Happy Adventure Queen!!!'s Last Hike" and involves her being grabbed by the throat by Monochio's tail and thrown out of the trial room onto a landing strip. She outruns a plane by jumping into the sea at the end of the strip only to be slammed back out of the water by an approaching submarine designed to look like a shark. She lands in a forest of cute woodland creatures smiling down at her, but then they turn into zombie animals and eat her alive until only bones remain.

One DR trope in this chapter is the important connection between the first victim and another important character. My AU doesn't technically have a main protagonist, since it rotates around the entire D4 cast, but Nagisa is of course very important to Hiiro, but that significance is not revealed until Hiiro is outed as one of Junko's masterminds at the end of the saga.

I took her quote from the Indigo Bullet event as to why she would want to lure Nagisa to her death so early on. Not only did she view it as romantic to be the one that got to kill Nagisa, even if indirectly, it also spared Nagisa the horror of living through the rest of the game.

Also, during the first trial, I had it in mind that the closest there could be to a protagonist would be Saki. Her Synesthesia allows her to see color when people sing or speak, which is exactly what happens in class trials as the player must shoot at the proper statements and phrases, often of which are color-coded.

Plus, DR is heavy on gun visuals and I remember thinking about 4 Challenges the first time I imagined Saki as a DR protag in a class trial.

Chapter 2: In Heaven Hell, and in Hell Heaven:

Saki’s Synesthesia is deemed a threat by Monochio and she is slated for execution. It changes the motive by giving everyone videos from Hope’s Peak, incentivizing everyone to look for more memories that Monochio left around the school’s basement, hidden inside flashback lights. Saki finds one that shows her time as a Despair and, without thinking, she breaks into a locked room in the basement and that is what she is punished for. Her execution is the D4V4 Blastoff!!!! Inspired by DR’s three rocket executions (Jin, Junko, Kaito).

After Saki is executed, Kurumi reveals some of her own plans, one of which includes sneaking into the same room Saki did because Kurumi also wants to see the extra flashback lights. Her motivation is seeing more of Miiko, and more of Miiko’s memories, having defended her as fiercely as Taka defended Mondo in the first trial.

Thanks to her Prank Talent, Kurumi is able to create a device that allows her to steal the spare flashback lights without technically entering the locked room, thus avoiding punishment. But not long after, Kurumi is ambushed by two of the masterminds when they spot her with all the spare FBLs. They attack her with a poison meant to lobotomize her, but Haruna and Miyu find her and attempt to save her.

For once, Miyu’s luck works in reverse and the first antidote-medicine she grabs is something made by Monochio with the specific condition that it fixes ailments and ails “fixed things”. As such, because the poison Kurumi was injected with was not technically lethal, Miyu’s medicine actually poisons her.

She and Haruna use the trial to try to figure out who attacked Kurumi, but they run out of time and Miyu is forced to confess. Haruna, however, interjects and reveals that she is the true killer. After Miyu injected Kurumi with the poison, Haruna sent her to fetch another antidote and in the two minutes Miyu was gone, Haruna smothered Kurumi to death to protect Miyu from execution.

Kurumi consents to this and her final words are wishing Haruna luck, calling her “Chairman” one last time. The fact that only Haruna knows Kurumi’s final word is what condemns her and her execution is called “After School Detention with the Chairman”. It involves her standing in front of robotic replicas of her classmates, reading to them from the Bible, but they throw things at her of increasing danger. For example, at first, it’s just pencils and erasers. Then it’s desks and scissors.

Haruna is finally beaten to death by the robot students, the exact fatal blow coming from the Kurumiiko bots, which are wearing Kurumi and Miiko’s skin. They attack Haruna with chairs.

One DR trope in this chapter is a secret revealed. In this case, it’s Towa’s true Talent. In a side-debate, it is discovered that she is not the Ult. Idol, rather, the Ult. Idol Enthusiast. Another DR trope in this chapter is serial killer talk, segueing from Miiko to Genocide Jack, who makes another link to the D4-verse by being the headcanoned mascot of the D4 game "Dance 4 Dangerous/Deadly Jack".

#d4dj #danganronpa #fanganronpa #dangandj #d4ronpa #monochio #monyochio #hope's peak academy #hope's pinnacle academy #killing school transfer #crossover #dig delight direct drive dj

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themightycourtjester · 1 year

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So the ending of Stone Ocean really got me thinking about my AU and now theres so much more that I want to add into it. Especially with however Diavolo and Rallen are going to track down Giorno.

So all of this MiH shit that I gotta think about has made my brain buzz nonstop for the past almost two days. My AU takes place in the Irene-verse, I planned it this way, it was intentional.

[Image ID: screenshot taken from the Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure Fandom Wiki. Its a block of text of a response that was asking about how Pucci’s stand, Made in Heaven, actually worked. The third point reads, “So basically the first universe is the normal one, the second universe has knockoff Jolyne, Jotaro, and presumably other characters, and in the final universe the souls of the dead are returned, and Pucci is not reincarnated.” End Image ID]

My whole point with this is that, even though I didn’t fully understand MiH when creating this AU, now that the anime has explained it a bit more, I see that my interpretation of it is basically almost correct…with some bending of the rules simply for plot reasons. This then explains why in my AU that Bruno, Abbacchio, and Narancia exist and are alive. It also goes along with that whole concept of fate that those three will inevitably meet no matter what, including meeting Mista, Fugo, and Giorno. While under different circumstances, the six of them meet be caused thats what was destined to happen.

[Image ID: a screenshot from this user’s twitter account, it reads, “Something that I love about JJBA and stands is the concept of fate. No matter how much someone tries to change it, they ultimately cannot change their own or someone elses fate because its what the universe has already planned for them. They can always try to buy themselves time, but in the end, fate will always win. No matter the person, no matter how powerful the stand it, fate always finds a way. Ex. Rolling Stones from pt 5 and then with MiH, although the universe is different, fate still played out similarly but with different situations.” End image ID]

Now how does this tie into Rallen and Diavolo?

Diavolo was always fated to find those arrows from the very beginning. He’s the reason why the Joestars and Dio manifested stands in the first place. He’s the cause for part 3 onwards. Of course, Diavolo isn’t aware of how selling those arrows to Enya could have eventually caused the universe to reset twice in a row, all he knew is that he needed only one of them. And that arrow, gave him a stand with the ability to see/travel through a short period of time to prepare himself/Doppio for their inevitable fate(ex. That fight with Risotto Nero).

During the final battle between Giorno and Diavolo, Dia uses Epitaph and sees what Giorno’s fate is supposed to be, Diavolo is absolutely certain of this win, theres nothing that should be able to change it, right? Wrong, because Giorno stabbed himself with the stand arrow and gained Gold Experience Requiem, a stand which exists outside of time itself, which is a huge problem for Diavolo because this means that although fate is technically correct, how can fate be accurate when one exists outside of the fabric of reality?

By using Requiem to his advantage, Giorno bent the rules and seemingly changed his fate. However, once again, fate always comes out on top, Giorno just merely bought himself time, just like he did with Bruno all the way back at San Giorgio(Bruno was already dead, he was just a walking and talking zombie at that point bc Diavolo already killed him). Giorno’s ultimate fate is to be killed by Diavolo, or in this case, Cremisi, the fusion of Rallen and Diavolo, because that was the original prediction of Epitaph all the way back in 2001. Giorno didn’t change his fate, he bought himself time. Diavolo’s fate was never to die infinite deaths until the end of time itself, Diavolo’s fate was to be victorious in the battle between him and Giorno and to remain the most powerful stand user in all of Italy and the entirety of the Mafia.

Even in the original universe, Rallen was going to end up meeting Diavolo, albeit under completely different circumstances. But thats only if Giorno didn’t buy himself those extra 21 extra years by throwing Diavolo into the infinite death loop.

And once again, due to fate, Bruno, Abbacchio, and Narancia will die…eventually. Maybe it’ll be under better circumstances? Maybe Giorno will be the one to kill them this time around instead of Diavolo?

I have so much more I want to talk about but I’m so tired and need sleep. (( _ _ ))..zzzZZ Feel free to send asks if you have any questions regarding my AU! I’d love to respond and give yall more information that I have on it.

#sistemadicostellazione #sistema rambles #jjba #jojo #sistema shenanigans #ybmt #jjba au rambles #jojo au #long post #jojos bizzare adventure golden wind #jojos bizarre adventure #post stone ocean au

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darkwood2027 · 1 year

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[*Aliens meet humans*]

Alien: “Human, why have you not developed a unified language during your species’ rise to civilization?”

Me: “Oh, that’d be the babel curse.”

Alien: “The what now?”

Me: “The babel curse. A really long time ago we had a fully unified language and stuff and started work on a great wonder we called ‘The Tower of Babel’”

Alien: “Ah, an early example of a great work. Yes, all functioning galactic civilizations made one or two of those at some point during their history. What did it do?”

Me: “It was supposed to break through the barriers between dimensions and allow us access to new realities.”

Alien: “This is wonderful news! Although I’m not certain how it relates back to your bizarre mis-mash of languages. Please, tell me how many worlds your species has explored with this technology.”

Me: “Well technically…zero. We kind of hit a snag- or ah, a problem with our choice of first destination. Hence the whole, ‘curse’ thing.”

Alien: “A tragedy. Where did you attempt to go?”

Me: “Heaven.”

Alien: “…What?”

Me: “We tried to-”

Alien: “I heard you.”

Me: “…”

Alien: “You are telling me your species successfully made the first ever interdimensional transportation device, and you used it to break into The Maker’s house?!”

Me: “Tried to. Emphasis on tried.”

Alien: “So this ‘curse’…”

Me: “All language on earth completely reinvents itself to be completely unrecognizable over the course of four hundred years.”

Alien: “Well that doesn’t sound so-”

Me: “There’s also a plague that pops up every century or so that causes mass death due to misinformation around how it works and/or its very existence. And the planet we live on is slowly falling apart due to overharvesting of its natural resources and an overabundance of mismanaged waste and we as a species are chronically incapable of caring about that fact for long enough period at any given time to put any serious effort into doing anything about it.”

Alien: “…”

Me: “This blue marble is hecken cursed. =)”

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thelreads · 3 years

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Okay she definitely want to see her parents doing that, hell fucking yeah Anya shipping the two greatest morons to ever exist, she’s one of us. Sure, Yor could get out of that predicament in two seconds, but she wouldn’t refuse playing the damsel in distress if it was to make Anya happy

No Anya! You need to let Yor be saved instead, how are you gonna make those two kiss otherwise?! Well, I suppose that since she’s so young she doesn’t care about the romance, not to say that she’s too young to even understand it, so she’s only looking at the parts that interest her, namely, a super spy saving a princess from an castle full of villains, and as such, she wants to play the cool role, not allow others to do it.

And my god, thank you Crankie, for siding with your niece on this one. We need to get Twilight to give her what she wants- WAIT A SECOND, DIDN’T SHE ASKED TO LIVE IN A CASTLE BEFORE? AND DIDN’T TWILIGHT TECHNICALLY SAID YES?

THANK YOU CRANKIE, ALTHOUGH YOU WERE WELL-INFORMED ABOUT THIS VERY SPECIFIC SUBJECT IN PARTICULAR, ALMOST LIKE YOU WERE EXPECTING AN OPPORTUNITY TO GET TO HELP YOUR NIECE

I’M NOT COMPLAINING, QUITE THE CONTRARY. TWILIGHT PROMISED IT, IT’S TIME FOR HIM TO USE ALL THAT MONEY HE HAS STASHED UNDER HIS MATTRESS.

You two are the most chaotic and manipulative little shits to ever exist and I love every second that you two get to join forces to get Twilight to do your bidding. Even Frankie in heaven is smiling in approval to this, his death was not in vain.

#SPY X FAMILY #SPY X FAMILY liveblog #reading #manga #liveblog #SXFC6

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theartofdreaming1 · 3 years

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As usual, my thoughts regarding this week’s prompts and random thoughts on chapters 25-27 are below the cut.

heart

The imagery that really caught my attention this time was Peeta pointing out the changes in the moon to Katniss: The only indication of the passage of time lies in the heavens, the subtle shift of the moon. So Peeta begins pointing it out to me, insisting I acknowledge its progress and sometimes, for just a moment I feel a flicker of hope before the agony of the night engulfs me again. - So for one, we see another example of Peeta focusing on the small details in life (which I’ve previously hypothesized to being an important element in his recovery from his hijacking) as well as Peeta being the one to give Katniss hope, even if it’s just for a brief moment. Also, it’s a nice parallel to Katniss looking at the moon and desperately wishing for it to be “her moon” back in chapter 23. As a nocturnal person, I also love watching the moon from my living room window🌙

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Hmmh, I don’t think that Katniss and Peeta’s win was predetermined - although I do believe that by introducing the romantic angle, they significantly improved their odds. A Career winning the Games is not really that special and exciting, since it happens so often (although Careers generally satisfy that excitement for violence/blood/gore, that plenty of Capitol people seem to share). As a volunteer from District 12, who achieved an extremely good training score and proved herself to be very capable in the arena already, Katniss definitely had an edge by playing into the classic underdog story, which offered another exciting “narrative” for the Capitolites to follow - that, coupled (heh) with the romance angle Peeta introduced? Katniss (and Peeta) definitely had the entertainment (and excitement through novelty) factor on their side. Ironically, Cato’s chances of winning were not as good as he expected, precisely because he was playing it by the book.

soul

Poor Peeta (and Katniss), it hurts that their relationship was in such a rocky place by the end of the book. Especially those weeks right after the end of Book 1, when there were still cameras around District 12 and they had to pretend while hurting must have sucked big time🥺

Chapter 25

Ugh, the muttations are just so unsettling... *shudder*

Honestly, I’m just so impressed by Peeta’s presence of mind to draw that X on Cato’s hand, after he had just most of his calf ripped off, only to be grabbed and put in a headlock by Cato! He and Katniss work insanely well under pressure

God, Cato’s death is just so gruesome and awful... In the end, his “gift” from the Feast doesn’t help him win at all, but instead ends up prolonging his suffering a cruel amount... I wonder if in general these “gifts” come with a string attached (aside from the expected danger of trying to get them, I mean) - because the Gamemakers also intend for Katniss’s “gift” (medicine for Peeta) to force an even more cruel outcome on her - saving him from blood poisoning only to be forced into killing him herself... 🤔

I’m not sure if this is exactly medical protocol, but I’m terrified that if he drifts off he’ll never wake again. “Are you cold?” he asks. He unzips his jacket and I press against him as he fastens it around me. - Katniss is terrified of the idea of Peeta dying; at the same time, Peeta worries about her freezing - I can’t with these two 😩

Peeta begins to doze off now, and each time he does, I find myself yelling his name louder and louder because if he goes and dies on me now, I know I’ll go completely insane. He’s fighting it, probably more for me than for him - Katniss can’t lose any more people she cares about 😢; on a different note, Peeta fighting his unconsciousness “probably more for [Katniss] than for him” points out one of the crucial elements Katniss brings into Peeta’s life - she is that someone for whom he will fight - including for his own life and well-being - even when it feels easier to give up... Having that person in your life that keeps you going can make all the difference - if Katniss hadn’t had Prim and promised her “to really, really try” to win (and later also made Rue the same promise), I’m not sure she would have made it this far; it’s the thought of Prim anxiously watching her after Rue’s death, that forces Katniss to keep going, to not give in to despair after that particular traumatic event - Peeta, on the other hand, didn’t really have that kind of person in his life, as he will point out on the beach in CF (and Katniss acknowledges herself that the only person who will be devasted if Peeta dies is her)... that is not to say that neither Katniss nor Peeta aren’t fighters on their own - but it helps to have someone that inspires you to not give up

the adrenaline pumping through my body would never allow me to follow him, so I can’t let him go. I just can’t. - We’ll see the mirrored version of this by the end of Mockinjay

Pity, not vengeance, sends my arrow flying into [Cato’s] skull. - Another act of rebellion, technically (sure, this can be spun as Katniss killing Cato so she and Peeta may win - before Peeta dies from blood loss - but we know better - Katniss’s motivation was compassion for her supposed enemy)

We inch down to the tail of the horn and fall to the ground. If the stiffness in my limbs is this bad, how can Peeta even move? - Peeta is tough as nails, yo!

Before I am even aware of my actions, my bow is loaded with the arrow pointed straight at his heart [...] I drop my weapons and take a step back, my face burning in what can only be shame. “No,” he says. “Do it.” [...] “I can’t,” I say, “I won’t.” - In spite of her initial reflex, Katniss chooses Peeta/ chooses not to kill him; it’s a recurring theme in their relationship (despite her wariness of others, she chooses to open up to Peeta eventually; although she vowed to never marry and have children, she’ll choose to have a family with Peeta); also, my psychology-brain just noticed how this moment illustrates how harmful thoughts/impulses don’t have to determine your actions and are not an indicator of who you are - it’s about what you choose to do

“You’re not leaving me here alone,” I say. Because if he dies, I’ll never go home, not really. I’ll spend the rest of my life in this areny trying to think my way out. - Again, makes me think of MJ; also, I think that from this point onwards, Katniss and Peeta are officially linked together forever; the bond they forged during this traumatic experience will connect them to each other until the day they die

“On the count of three?” Peeta leans down and kisses me once, very gently. “The count of three,” he says. - My heart😭

Chapter 26

... while our muscles are immobile, nothing is preventing the blood from draining out of Peeta’s leg. Sure enough, the minute the door closes behind us and the current stops, he slumps to the floor unconscious [...] Through the glass, I see the doctors working feverishly on Peeta, their brows creased in concentration [...] I’m not sure, but I think his heart stops twice. - Peeta was in such a bad shape by the end of the Games; I’m still kinda salty that the movie really glossed over this fact :/

... they’re taking Peeta but leaving me behind the door. I start hurling myself against the glass, shrieking and I think I just catch a glimpse of pink hair - it must be Effie, it has to be Effie coming to my rescue - when the needle jabs me from behind. - Oh geez, in Catching Fire Katniss will also get sedated in a hovercraft because she’s upset about being separated from Peeta 😢 (also, Katniss thinking that Effie is coming to her rescue 😭)

While she [Lavinia, the avox] adjusts my pillows, I risk one question. I say it out loud, as clearly as my rusty voice will allow, so nothing will seem secretive. “Did Peeta make it?” She gives me a nod, and as she slips a spoon into my hand, I feel the pressure of friendship. - Katniss is so considerate of Lavinia’s situation, and Lavinia’s giving her a gesture of comfort and support; they’ve never been able to have a proper conversation (Katniss doesn’t even know Lavinia’s name), but still they managed to build up such a bond - compassion certainly is a strong thing to behold 😭 (and this whole scene is just through and through about compassion, with Katniss asking how Peeta is doing!)

Home! Prim and my mother! Gale! Even the thought of Prim’s scruffy old cat makes me smile. Soon I will be home! - Katniss is so excited to see her home and her loved ones again

I want to get out of this bed. To see Peeta and Cinna - Aww, the two people she grew closest to over the course of the past weeks (Haymitch will be added to that list in just a smidge)

Or do I hear a man’s voice yelling? Not in the Capitol accent, but in the rougher cadences of home. And I can’t help having a vague, comforting feeling that someone is looking out for me. - Thank God for Haymitch!

And behind one of them [doors] must be Peeta. Now that I’m conscious and moving, I’m growing more and more anxious about him [...] “Peeta!” I call out, since there’s no one to ask - Katniss is sick with worry over Peeta; romantic feelings or not, she cares so fricking much for him by now!

I run for them [Effie, Haymitch, and Cinna] and surprise even myself when I launch into Haymitch’s arms first. When he whispers in my ear, “Nice job, sweetheart,” it doesn’t sound sarcastic. - These reunion scenes are so intense and heartwarming! And then Katniss asks about Portia and Peeta because their presence would make this scene complete

when I asks for seconds, I’m refused. “No, no, no. They don’t want it all coming back up on the stage,” says Octavia, but she secretly slips me an extra roll under the table to let me know she’s on my side - It’s moments like these that help humanize Katniss’s prep team - they might be shallow, they might be completely oblivious and ignorant, but they aren’t that bad [of course, the prep team chattering about their mundane lives while talking about the event that ended with the deaths of 22 children shortly after, leaves a bad taste in our mouths]

I immediately notice the padding over my breasts, adding curves that hunger has stolen from my body. My hands go to my chest and I frown. “I know,” says Cinna before I can object. “But the Gamemakers wanted to alter you surgically. Haymitch had a huge fight with them over it. This was the compromise.” - God, the idea that the Gamemakers wanted to give a boob job to an unconscious, malnourished 16-year-old girl makes me sick 🤢 (Also, what’s the flipping deal about boobs?! As a pretty flat-chested gal, I’ve always been annoyed that there are barely any bras my cup size that are not push-up ones; I’m not self-conscious about it, so stop making me pretend that I’m bustier than I actually am!)

“I thought it’d be something more... sophisticated-looking,” I say. “I thought Peeta would like this better,” he [Cinna] answers carefully. Peeta? No, it’s not about Peeta. It’s about the Capitol and the Gamemakers and the audience. Although I do not yet understand Cinna’s design, it’s a reminder the Games are not quite finished. - Ugh, that sinking feeling when Katniss and the reader realize that the Games are still not over... Sidenote: Peeta flirted up a storm with grimy, bloodied Katniss and complimented her when she wore Cinna’s first, absolutely badass costume (”You should wear flames more often”)... Katniss’s girlish outfit has nothing to do with Peeta and she knows it... Cinna could have dressed Katniss up in a trash bag and Peeta would have been smitten - although a trash bag by Cinna would probably still look pretty good ;)

“How about a hug for luck?” Okay, that’s an odd request from Haymitch but, after all we are victors. Maybe a hug for luck is in order. - Aww, Katniss actually wouldn’t have minded giving Haymitch a hug just because - sadly, this is about survival tips instead :/

But what was it Haymitch said when I asked it he had told Peeta the situation? That he had to pretend to be desperately in love? “Don’t have to. He’s already there.” Already thinking ahead of me in the Games again and well aware of the danger we’re in? Or... already desperately in love? I don’t know. I haven’t even begun to separate out my feelings about Peeta. It’s too complicated. - Poor Katniss... she didn’t have the time and peace of mind to sort out her feelings regarding Peeta before they all got tied up and muddled with her need for survival. Now she’ll be having an even harder time trying to untangle that mess :(

Chapter 27

Then there’s Peeta just a few yards away. He looks so clean and healthy and beautiful, I can hardly recognize him. But his smile is the same whether in mud or in the Capitol and when I see it, I take about three steps and fling myself into his arms [...] He rights himself and we just cling to each other while the audience goes insane. He’s kissing me and all the time I’m thinking, Do you know? Do you know how much danger we’re in? After about ten minutes of this, Caesar Flickerman taps on his choulder to continue the show, and Peeta just pushes him aside without even glancing at him. - Man, their reunion here always gets me - it would be so fricking good if Katniss didn’t have to worry about their potential doom 😒😔 - she barely has time to just be happy to see Peeta alive and well before slipping back into survival mode while Peeta is just genuinely thrilled to have her in his arms, completely unaware of the pressure and immediate danger Katniss experiences in this moment... It hurts so bad

I’m with Katniss - How did the previous victors endure rewatching those horrible moments from the Games?! I guess because they had to, but oof... I think I’d just completely shut down, blocking out the footage shown, ugh

But I do notice they omit the part where I covered her [Rue] in flowers. Right. Because even that smacks of rebellion. - In such a callous and cruel place as Panem, any act of compassion can be regarded as rebellion, it’s crazy. In a place filled with apathy, hedonism, greed, and cruelty, the most radical things you can exhibit are love, kindness, and respect!

A wave of gratitude to the filmmakers sweeps over me when they end not with the announcement of our victory, but with me pounding on the glass door of the hovercraft, screaming Peeta’s name as they try to revive him. In terms of survival, it’s my best moment all night. - Again, another instance where Katniss’s genuine feelings/reactions to Peeta are get muddled with her need for survival

The one thing I never do is let go of Peeta’s hand. - irrevocably linked with each other

Despite Haymitch’s running interference, I’m determined to see Peeta privately. - Katniss just wants to have an honest and open talk with Peeta 😢 (I get where Haymitch is coming from, and maybe in this instance it’s the right call, but we’ll see a similar situation in the beginning of CF when Haymitch advises Katniss not to tell Peeta about President Snow’s visit and that time, it doesn’t go so well...)

Then Peeta’s there looking handsome in red and white - for someone who isn’t sure whether she’s into him or not, Katniss sure mentions how good Peeta’s looking a lot 😏

“Well, there’s just this and we go home. Then he can’t watch us all the time,” says Peeta. - 👀👀 Peeta is so thirsty here; reminds me of when he pulled Katniss close to him in the cave before they set out to hunt... He clearly believes she’s also “already there” regarding their relationship; he’s never this “suggestive” (can’t think of a better word right now) with her once she lets him know that she doesn’t really know how she feels about him - I feel a sort of shiver run through me and there’s no time to analyze why - Katniss totally isn’t averse to what Peeta’s suggesting here, either (though there’s probably also a healthy amount of fear mixed in with the thrill of being wanted - letting people in can be terrifying)

I can feel Peeta press his forehead into my temple and he asks, “So now that you’ve got me, what are you going to do with me?” I turn in to him. “Put you somewhere you can’t get hurt.” And when he kisses me, people in the room actually sigh. - It’s me; I’m people 🙋🏼‍♀️ (also, the “turn in to him”?!?!! it just suggests such a closeness, I can’t-)

Katniss burying her face in Peeta’s shirt when she’s afraid she might cry learning that he lost his leg 🥺 (how awful it must be to be constantly on display while you’re dealing with your private feelings, ugh)

“... The moment when you pulled out those berries. What was going on in your mind... hm?” [...] It seems to call for a big, dramatic speech, but all I get out is one almost inaudible sentences. “I don’t know, I just... couldn’t bear the thought of... being without him.” - It might not be a super eloquent way to put what she was supposed to say, but this way, Katniss is being perfectly honest (and frankly, if she’d had the chance to properly process her feelings, she would have been able to voice this sentiment with less hesitation)

I go back to my room to collect a few things and find there’s nothing to take but the mockingjay pin Madge gave me. Someone returned it to my room after the Games. - For one, Katniss didn’t think of that pin (again), but also - was the pin returned to her simply because it’s standard procedure or did someone (like Plutarch, for example) arrange for Katniss to get the pin back, to keep her connection to this symbol going?

I stare in the mirror as I try to remember who I am and who I am not. - Poor Katniss! She’s been through so much, experienced so many traumatic events in short succession recently (aside from the trauma she already had), already had problems defining her identity beyond sheer survival, and now the Capitol also keeps pushing an identity onto her and a romantic relationship, when she hadn’t even had the chance to figure out how she felt about that yet

“... Haymitch has been coaching me through the last few days. So I didn’t make it worse,” I say. “Coaching you? But not me,” says Peeta. “He knew you were smart enough to get it right,” I say. “I didn’t know there was anything to get right,” says Peeta. - Oh boy. It’s always so painful to see Peeta realize that he’s been completely out of the loop; again, we’ll see how Katniss and Haymitch adopt a similar strategy in the beginning of CF: banking on Peeta’s good social skills and eloquence and keeping him in the dark. In a way, it’s a sort of compliment they pay to Peeta for being good with people, but, by not telling him, they are also using him for their purpose (which is motivated by caring for and wanting to protect Peeta, but still). Peeta is right to be upset about it - he has always been very clear about not wanting to be used as a piece in anyone’s games, really. And, as we will see later in CF, they are way more effective as a team when they are open and honest with each other.

“It was all for the Games,” Peeta says. “How you acted.” “Not all of it,” I say, tightly holding on to my flowers. “Then how much? No, forget that. I guess the real question is what’s going to be left when we get home?” he says. “I don’t know. The closer we get to District Twelve, the more confused I get,” I say. He waits, for further explanation, but none’s forthcoming. “Well, let me know when you work it out,” he says, and the pain in his voice is palpable. - It’s just so goddamn painful😢 They’ve both been done so dirty by that forced star-crossed lovers of Distrct 12 routine. (Sidenote: I appreciate that Peeta actually gives Katniss the chance to explain herself here - still, it’s too much to deal with on the spot so I can understand why Katniss ended up dropping the ball, even though it’s frustrating to read.)

That it’s not good loving me because I’m never going to get married anyway and he’d just end up hating me later instead of sooner. That if I do have feelings for him, it doesn’t matter because I’ll never be able to afford the kind of love that leads to a family, to children. And how can he? How can he after what we’ve just been through? - Oh Katniss, you certainly are skipping a couple of steps here; I’m pretty sure there are some options in between dating and being married with kids you could look into. Also, she’s just assuming that this is what Peeta wants, but she doesn’t know that at all - As someone who also has this stupid habit of imagining how whole conversations could possibly transpire and then resigning myself to the hypothetical outcome of said imagined conversation instead of actually having them: Don’t do that. ‘Never assume - it makes an ASS out of U and ME.’

I see Peeta extend his hand. I look at him, unsure. “One more time? For the audience?” he says. His voice isn’ t angry. It’s hollow, which is worse. Already the boy with the bread is slipping away from me. I take his hand, holding it tightly, preparing for the cameras, and dreading the moment when I will finally have to let go. - Ma babies! They are both so hurt and both just want to be with each other 😭 But they’ll need some time apart, to figure things out before they can do that.

#thgagain #thg #hunger games #everlark #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #my sketches and drawings #thg meta

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zodiyack · 3 years

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Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Female!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, PTSD mention, I think that’s it

Words: 1,797

Summary: Tommy wants to spend the rest of his life with Y/n. A peculiar little thing about life is that you never stop learning, and Tommy learns a thing or two, letting Y/n learn more about him in return...or is it him who learns from her?

Note: I suck at words, Tommy Shelby edition. And I couldn’t come up with a summary or title for this so know that if they don’t make sense together (or the story at all)...I know.

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The morning he met her was the first morning of many that his genuinely eyes opened since the war. Trauma had changed his life for what he thought was a permanent turn for the worst, but upon meeting her, it seemed that heaven was within his grasp once more. Impossible, he thought at first. Yet, later, when he put more thought into it, perhaps his redemption was actually there.

So the next time he saw her, he took a deep breath, reminded himself that he was no longer a boy, and went for it. Alas, his confidence joined him under the definition of cowardice in the very least second; she titled her head, innocent eyes sparkling with curiosity as she awaited whatever he had to say. But no words left his lips. She snatched them away with something even Thomas didn’t know of.

“Are you alright?” She asked, the concern in her voice lifting his spirits high as a warm feeling entered his body. It was the first time in what felt like centuries that a feeling as happy as that coursed through him.

It was also the first time that he was left without words. He tried, opening his mouth as if it were as easy as that to get the things he needed to say out, but he was still without anything but air.

“Sir?” Her brows furrowed. He couldn’t tell whether she was getting annoyed, scared, or just overly frightened for him, but he closed his mouth and reminded himself to breathe. Do not forget to breathe.

Was he sure he was a man? Or was he a boy once again? The same boy before the war who would blush and flirt teasingly, who held so much joy that his cheeks hurt.

And then it happened.

A smile grew upon his lips and he nodded.

A chuckle of relief left her mouth and she lifted her hand to her chest, resting it over her heart. “Oh thank fucking god- I admit, I was rather worried there. For both you and I!” She averted her eyes for a split second before redirecting them to his. “If you aren’t in any trouble... Is there anything I can help you with?”

The words were still lodged in his throat. So he did the only thing he could think of and sheepishly shook his head, turned, and left.

More interactions occurred between the two until one day, when she showed up at his office in search of a job. Lizzie knocked at his door, announcing that he had an appointment.

“Send ‘em in.” He replied lightly, not even lifting his eyes from the paper in front of him. Lizzie took a second, waiting for the moment that would never come- the one where he took a second away from work to actually look people in the face, but gave in with a sigh and closed the door.

“Go on in, hon.” She nodded her head to the door, returning to the typewriter and resuming her work.

It was silent aside from Lizzie’s typing. The click clacking of the keys, letters stamping the ink onto the paper, the quickness of her fingers at work. Y/n got lost in it momentarily before the noise suddenly ceased. Lizzie lifted her head, a brow quirked as she stared and waited for Y/n to enter Thomas’ office.

“Finally. Ahem, I suppose you’re here for...” Tommy started when the door squeaked open again but trailed off when he finally lifted his head. He couldn’t blink away the surprise, not this time. She truly caught him off guard.

And, apparently, him her.

“So he speaks? ...Ah- my apologies! Yes, Mr. Shelby, I’m here for a job...and, not on the topic of occupation, I would like to mention that you have a lovely voice. I think I’d enjoy hearing it more often.”

She definitely heard more of it.

Tommy gave her the job, and with it, a relationship. At first they were strictly boss and employee, but soon, it sparked into something more. Friendship. Good friendship. Close Friendship.

Then ...Romance.

The day came where Tommy learned a lesson or two about love from someone he deeply admired and respected. Someone close, someone he loved but not in the way he did Y/n. Polly Gray payed her nephew a visit and taught him the thing he dreaded but knew he’d have to face eventually.

“If you want her to some day be your wife, then you have to let her in!” She’d taken a liking to Y/n as well. After all, she was technically Y/n’s boss as well, so she met the woman and didn’t hesitate in accepting their relationship. “She knows what you let her about this business, but one day she’ll either want to know more or find out on her own accord.”

Pol wasn’t just talking about business. She meant honesty in every way he could describe it. The depressive sides he hid from even his family, his brothers whom suffered the same aside, and so much more the world had yet to see. He could either hide it or show her, but one day it would come into the light.

It was true, and unpleasantly so. The downside to being part of the Peaky Blinders was one that came with life in general; Love wasn’t easy. If he wanted, he could just force Y/n out of the country, forget about her, and move on. She’d be safe and he’d be happy knowing she was, but deep down, he was too much of a coward to do something like that. Too afraid of what could happen to her, to her feelings, to his own...

So Tommy listened and grew a metaphorical pair. The night he planned on opening up to her, an uneasy feeling nagged at his gut. This was his one shot. His shot at being with the love of his life, creating a family and knowing what it feels like to be loved by someone, and not in a platonic way. He held onto the feeling she gave him and used it to power his courage.

“Are you alright, Tommy?” Her gentle hand that previously combed through his hair came into contact with his jaw. Not harsh, but gentle. Softly guiding his head, she forced his bright blue orbs to meet hers. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

Her hand moved up slightly to caress his cheek. Thomas leaned into her touch, closing his eyes and reveling in the moment. He truly felt youth envelope him whenever he was with her. His demons faded as if they never existed in the first place every time her presence was with his.

Then, he lifted his hand to meet her wrist. He took the other with the same grip and opened his eyes, looking into her with the same admiration she had only mere minutes ago. “I know.”

“Then tell me...what’s bothering you?”

Tommy thought for a second, but just as the first time he tried to form words, his cowardliness came a ’nocking on his door. “It’s nothing, love. How ‘bout we sleep, yeah?”

Y/n hesitated but nodded, curling into his side and drifting off slowly. It took him a bit longer, but by midnight, the two were out cold. Of course, he never stayed asleep long. She didn’t know that, however. Tommy never let her stay the night until tonight, afraid of what she would think of his softer, more fearful side when he was too overwhelmed to hide it.

He awoke with a start, chest heaving heavily and breath so terribly uneven, one would think he were on the brink of death. That’s what he felt like. As though he were on the smallest ledge, seconds away from cracking down the part of which connected him too the land full of life and dropping him into the deepest pits of hell itself. Tommy’s nightmare woke Y/n too.

She was drowning in concern the second her eyes snapped open. “Tommy- Tommy!” He couldn’t help but panic, the PTSD too much for him, “Hey- hey, I’m here. Okay? It’s me.” she didn’t blame him. Instead, she gripped his wrists like he did hers and softly ushered him back into his calm state. Her whispers were reassuring and brought him back to reality, soothing his mind with powers similar to a siren’s.

“Y/n- I’m sorry-” He spoke hurriedly after she lit a candle- it provided them with enough light to see one another, not that the moon didn’t already do that enough.

“Don’t be. From the looks of it, this isn’t the first time this has happened.” She didn’t sound tired, not even a blink of sleep left in her eyes nor voice. “Tommy... Why didn’t you tell me?”

Tommy was a little taken aback by her lack of fear or other emotions like disgust, although he couldn’t quite think of a single reason as to why she’d feel that of all things, but answered her as honestly as he could. Just like Polly told him too. “I’m not sure... I was...cowardly. Though you’d be ashamed or something.”

She squinted at him, “Why on earth would I feel ashamed?”

A few seconds went by of his eyes darting around as he mentally searched for a possible answer and he came up blank. Thomas shrugged, “Fuck... I don’t even fucking know.”

They shared a chuckle, hushed but still very much real. Y/n caressed his cheeks again, tracing his beautifully sculpted features with gentle fingers.

“I love,” her eyes scanned his face lovingly, “every part of you. Whether you like a detail about you or not, I will love it with every fiber of my being. The good, the bad...the mildly confusing,” he chuckled with her, “I love it.”

Y/n pulled away from him and leaned him. She blew out the candle then readjusted her position under the sheets, squirming into Tommy’s side and resting her head atop his chest. It rose and fell with each breath he took, his torso lifting her head and dropping it as carefully as one would rock a baby.

“I’m here now, and I’m here to stay. We can either stay awake or, you can lie down with me and get through this shit together. Either way, I’m not letting you face anything else alone.”

“Y/n-” He was going to tell her that it was fine, shove another lie to hide his worries despite inevitable discovery.

“I mean it, Thomas. For as long as I live, you will never have to carry your struggles by your lonesome. So, in the morning, you can tell me what I’m gonna be helping you with.” She paused before cracking a smile. “After all, you know how much I love your voice.”

#tommy shelby #tommy shelby x reader #thomas shelby x reader #cillian murphy #cillian murphy x reader #thomas shelby #peaky blinders x reader #x reader #zodiyack #reader insert #imagine #tommy shelby imagine #all readers #cillian murphy imagine #this is so confusing so i can't blame you if you think that as well #writing at midnight after taking meds may not have great outcomes #but i haven't posted in five does so i say fuck it

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oh same here, I've blocked dozens and dozens of destiel blogs over the last few days. basically anyone wishing death or other horrible things on jensen (and jarpad, I mean, I dont like the guy either, but that is going way too far), anyone fantasizing about and plotting ways to make jensen suffer, anyone claiming he is a rabid homophobe, anyone hoping to destroy his career... and all the people gleefully celebrating that "everyone" has turned on jensen now because they've always hated jensen and always knew he was a horrible person etc.

I absolutely cannot stand that kind of gross mob mentality and I find it hilarious that they all think they're the most woke and progressive people in this fandom, when they don't have a shred of kindness and consideration between them. they're the ones who would have called for people to be burned at the sake in the middle ages (and I've literally seen them wish for exactly that for jensen and jared) and they don't even realize it.

Yeah exactly this! I also agree about the wishing (severe) bodily harm. My stance on my presence online is: would I say it to their face? And I would absolutely say all of what I've said to jp's face. But I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I wished bodily harm on someone. I'd rather they see some consequences for their actions.

Although, I'd be a hypocrite if I didn't disclose that I definitely sometimes wish for people to step on Lego or maybe fall down some stairs. Not badly but ya know. But that's the bad person in me.

But yes people have definitely gone off the rails with what happened this past weekend.

And I am sick of people coming for Jensen every chance they get. The loved calling him "fruity", which already irked me to death because that is an insult that is still not been reclaimed by the queer men it's been used against and almost all of the peopel using that insult as a "joke" had no business using it in the first place.

And then when he doesn't dance exactly like they want him to, they turn on him in an instant. Literally everyone says stuff they are not supposed to say, or puts their foot in their mouth, or encounters situations where they should have said something but didn't. Because we aren't perfect. Humans are not perfect.

But seeing how humans react to missing the mark, to putting their foot in their mouth, to not standing up when needed, to saying something they shouldn't have, that is incredibly important. And the context.

People keep coming for Jensen over his "open for interpretation" but guess what? He literally cannot confirm nor deny how Dean feels about Cas. Why? Because we never saw in the show how Dean felt.

The contracts that they signed basically boil down to: the show has ended so you cannot add to the existing material. You cannot add something of dialogue, or feelings, or stories about your character. You cannot speak in the name of your character. Which is why Misha had to stipulate during his panel "THAT THIS IS NOT CANON" He yelled it very loudly before answering about Cas in Heaven.

So technically, yes, Jensen can answer the question if he stipulates that what he is about to say is not canon. But it could jeopardize any projects with WB or in the SPN universe down the line. And it could jeopardize his potential career if he doesn't take contracts seriously.

What counts to me is that over the years, there have been so many queer fans who shared their interactions with Jensen and all of them have been positive. Haven't seen a negative one yet. Besides that, we've heard about his commitment to LGBTQ+ organizations. He doesn't do it for PR because the only reason we know about it is because those organizations or those in attendance reveal it later on.

And now he's started up a company with someone who is making waves for LGBTQ+ talent in Hollywood. Moreover, in every article mentioning Chaos Machine, it mentions the LGBTQ+ efforts of this person. A press release only ever reveals the most important information. The fact that her LGBTQ+ efforts have been mentioned in every single article means that this was not only in the press release but was high up in it as well because the information higher up in a press release is the most important one.

And about progressiveness: you cannot progress if you are not given the chances and space to do so. Being progressive is learning and unlearning. It is messing up constantly and trying to do better and educating yourself.

From the tidbits we've heard of Jensen, he genuinely seems like a nice guy. A little too nice towards jp if you ask me because he should have been facing consequences a long time ago but it is what it is because Jensen isn't the only one who is around jp's orbits so that responsibility shouldn't be solely placed on him (especially not since it seems like he no longer considers jp a friend)

Jensen has shown his willingness of learning and has altered his answers before after learning new information. People also seem to forget that he is shy. Like he might sing on stage and be an actor but he is a shy dude. He doesn't like solo panels, although he has clearly gotten a lot better at, but if you don't like solo panels, you also don't like due panels because the problem isn't being alone on stage, it's that he is shy and seems to get anxious.

Having to be perfect while being shy or anxious is literally an impossible situation. And I'm really fucking sick at all the Jensen-is-a-homophobe stuff.

When I got into this fandom, the Jensen-is-a-homophobe-stuff was so omnipresent, I genuinely thought for a second he was and it gave me just a ton of sadness. Not because I parasocialized with him but because I loved the show and I don't want homophobic actors play my favorite characters.

Jensen just can never catch a break. People are just lying in wait until he puts a toe out of the perfect mold and then the minefield they've layed around him explodes with the most vile stuff you can imagine. I'm sick of it. Also hilariously hypocritical how so many people are saying the most vile stuff about Ackles when a ton of them keep on following someone who is phobic against at least two queer identities within the LGBTQ+ community.

sorry this is so long, i kinda pop off when it comes to this subject lol.

#jensen #anon #ask

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letstalkaboutshtufff · 4 years

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Obi Wan x Padawan Reader Never Lie to Me

Pairing: Sith Obi Wan Kenobi x padawan reader

Summary : Reader misplaces something important and tries to find it before her Master can find out.

Warnings: language, sexual themes, *slight smut*

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Hello my loves! Ok so I absolutely love Sith obi wan but for some reason I struggle to write him. I tried something and hopefully it's not complete trash like I think it is lol anywaaaaaaays enjoy😚

18+ readers only!

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Oh this was bad...this was very very bad....

Okay y/n don't freak out, you can hide this! You can totally hide this!!

Fuck no you couldn't

You groaned sliding down the wall of your chambers. How could you be so stupid?! Losing your lightsaber like that?! Did you have a death wish?!

You could only imagine how enraged your master would be.. you shook your head violently dissipating the horrible thoughts.

No no no, it would not come to that becasue you would find it. It probably fell somewhere by your speeder. Yeah it's there for sure.....probably.....

Sighing you stood up and grabbed a cloak to cover your hip and the usual missing weapon spot that hung there.

You couldn't help but imagine all the horrible scenarios that ran through your mind if Master kenobi found out.

One included merciless unending training, not letting you rest for even a moment.

Another image had you bent over his knee whilst he.... ughhh you could already feel the sting.

Your master and you had a...unique relationship to say the least... he was your master in the ways of the dark side, so you had a strict student master dynamic during training.

He took your training very seriously, leaving little room for error. But as some point his punishments got more....creative..

You couldn't help but feel your face heat up remembering that time you screwed up a mission and he saw to your reprimanding. From then on your relationship became more....personal.

He didnt give you any special treatment, and didnt allow any distractions during training. But the times after training...when he would call you to his chambers and.....

You couldn't help but feel your heart skip a beat, or two, or twenty, and you couldn't help but to recall those moments..

That scent...

Those whispers..

His fingers.....

"What are you thinking about?" A smooth voice cut through your indecent thoughts like butter. You whipped around startled that the man in question was now standing right behind you.

Quickly you made sure your shields were up, something you had made sure to refine. You didnt want him hearing all your dirty thoughts during training...

"I-I was just thinking about the mission.." you took a step back trying to regain your composure. Why did you always manage to act like a floundering idiot when he was around?!

"Hmm, is it really the mission that has you so flustered?" He mused stepping closer.

"Or something else?"he smirked knowingly.

Bastard, he must've read my thoughts before I realized he was here...

"It's-" you attempted to change the subject before he cut you off.

"And I know you know better than to lie to me don't you?" He said slightly more serious. A familiar dark edge to his voice.

You gulped, "Yes master..."

"I was thinking of other things..." you trail off averting your gaze hoping he wouldnt make you say it out loud.

Although he'd technically seen you naked quite a few times now, you still felt so embarrassed regarding anything or your "intimate moments". This was due mostly to the many embarrassing things he made you do....well ok to be fair you didnt REALLY try to stop him...but the second those moments were over you could barely look him in the eyes.

You felt those familiar warm finger gently lift your chin. You met his deep gaze,

"Speaking of other things...you did rather well on the mission, we were able to conquer the planet thanks to your efforts, so I suppose a reward is in order...dont you agree darling?" He whispered the last part in your ear making you shiver slightly.

Oh how you enjoyed those rewards of his...quite possibly the only time he would treat you gently. Well there were those times he wasnt so gentle either...actually maybe you liked those more...

AH WAIT WHAT AM I DOING, I NEED TO FIND MY SABER!!

You place you hands on his chest and gently push.

"A-actually master I wondered if I might have your permission to leave the ship I..wanted too...look around a bit more before we have to leave!" You hurriedly came up with an excuse.

He stepped back, eyeing you for a moment before nodding his approval, "Alright, be back before nightfall" he warned and continued walking down the hall.

As soon as he was out of sight you let out a sigh of relief. Hopefully he bought that story. You quickly made your way to the ship's exit and onto the lush planet known as Misano.

Normally you would've liked a chance to explore and maybe even sneak some souvenirs back. But you had no time for that now. If you didnt find that saber soon you were toast. And it didnt help that Misano turned from a tropical paradise to a frozen tundra trap by nightfall. It was truly a unique planet.

But you could admire it another time, preferably when your life wasn't on the line...

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You looked up at the setting sky as dread washed over you. You had scoured and searched for your blasted saber for hours but it was no use. You had retraced your steps multiple times and even question some of the citizens to see if they knew anything.

You didnt want to even humor the idea but now it was the most likely truth. Some lowlife had probably picked it up and would soon be rolling in credits.

You pulled your cloak tighter around you as the wind started to pick up. You knew you should start to head back before it got too cold but honestly freezing to death sounded better than whatever punishment you master would enforce...

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You were now full on shivering as you made your way back to the ship. The sun had set long ago and you now knew why everyone kept warning you to get inside. Your boots the only reason you could trudge through the many layers of snow.

You must've questioned every suspicious looking citizen however no luck. Your saber was probably gone forever and on top of that punishment you were sure your master was going to be angry that you disobeyed and stayed out later than he permissed.

Ughh I should just let myself freeze over...

Another half an hour later you finally made it back to the ship. Immediately you dragged yourself through the halls to your room and ordered your droid servant to run a hot bath. You were extremely lucky that master kenobi hadn't spotted you yet.

You could barely feel anything and felt horribly tired. Even the steam rising from afar felt like heaven as it reached your frost bitten skin.

You removed your practically stiff cloak but had no energy for the rest so you plopped fully clothed into the steaming water, immediately sighing in relief as you slowly felt feeling returning to all parts of your body.

You rested your head back and took a deep breath, inhaling the warm air.

*achoo* fuck...

you could already feel your nose becoming stuffed and there was a slight scratch in your throat. Perfect, getting sick was just what you needed.

After you were fully warmed up, you drained the water and lazily wrapped a fluffy towel around you. You felt the exhaustion of the mission plus everything afterwards tenfold as soon as your body hit the mattress.

You spread out lazily letting the cool sheets relax your now warmed body, covers discarded on the floor.

Your eyes drooped slowly closed once, focused on the space by the end of your bed, you tried to fight off sleep but it was proving difficult,

You opened them but slowly they drooped closed again,

The third time however you saw a blurry outline of a man.

"M-master!" Like a rocket you sat up, heart beating out of your chest. You quickly pulled up the towel over your chest.

"Y-you scared me..." You placed a hand over your beating chest trying to catch your breath. You had been too tired to even sense him coming.

He stood with his arms crossed, an unreadable expression on his face. "I distinctly remember telling you to be back before dark did I not?" He stepped closer until he was right at the end of the bed.

Oh Crap hes mad.... you sat up a little straighter trying to ignore the fact you were practically naked in front of him.

"I'm sorry master, the time got away from me..." your mouth feeling unnaturally dry as the lie left your lips.

You hated lying to him. Well you hated what usually happened when you lied to him and he found out....

He eyed you silently before leaning over the bed intimidatingly close. He leaned next to your ear before speaking,

"You're lying" a dangerous edge to his voice now

You felt your heart stop and a rush of panic fill you. Fuck fuck fuck.

Slowly he came back into view.

His eyes were a threatning color now. A silent deadly warning to choose your next words carefully. You had just broken his one rule. And he knew...

You felt a million emotions running through you. Fear, for getting caught breaking his most important rule. Shame for being stupid enough to lose something so important. And Guilt for lying to the one person you never ever wanted to lie too...

"Ah I-I'm Sorry!!" You blurted out suddenly. "I-I didn't mean too! But so much was going on with the mission!! A-and I must've been distracted and I swear I tried master I really did! B-but no one knew anything and then it started getting dark and cold a-and I didnt know what to do so I came back, but I didnt want you to be disappointed or mad so I didnt tell you the truth and I'm so so so sorry!!" You bowed your head breathing heavily, hardly realizing that your explanation made no sense. Your eyes shut tightly shielding you from his whatever horrible expression he surely had on his face.

A few moments of dreadful silence passed before you felt him shift.

"Look at me" you barely felt the ghostly touch of his fingers guide your chin up.

You sucked in a nervous breathe when you realized you were only inches from his face. His eyes were dark and penetrating. Whenever he looked at you like this you felt completely exposed. Like he could see right through your soul.

"Now calm down and tell me the truth little one" he said dangerously calm. Sometimes that was even scarier then when he yelled...

Taking a deep breathe you gathered your wits and with a deeply ashamed tone you confessed, "I lost my lightsaber.." you could feel burning at the corner of your eyes but you continued through it, "I looked for it everywhere but..." you looked down again dejectedly. What a dumb apprentice I am.. hes probably so disappointed in me.. "I'm sorry Master.."

You waited for what felt like hours until he spoke, "I know" he said in an even tone.

Your eyes shot open in surprise, "w-what?"

"How many times must I remind you nothing happens without me knowing about it."

"So then..." he knew you were lying all along...

"Yes my apprentice" he grasped your chin slightly harder now but still somehow gentle, "When will you learn..." he slowly ran his thumb over your bottom lip, dragging it down, "that you can't hide anything from me.." he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I know..I'm sorry, I was just afrai-" he cut you off with a sharp slap to your thigh.

"What have I told you about lying to me?" he caressed your bare thigh making it harder for you to focus.

"That-that I am never to lie to you...no matter what..." your breath hitched as his hand inched closer across your thigh and to your most sensitive area. However just when he was inches away he abruptly removed all contact.

You immediately felt sad at the loss.

"Exactly, and yet you did exactly that" he nodded his head, "I'm disappointed little one, especially since if you had told the truth..." he reached behind him grabbing something and bringing it forward, "you could've saved yourself alot of trouble"

You let out a gasp, "My saber!!" He let you take it from his grasp, you beamed finally feeling whole again.

"But how did you..?" You asked confused where and how he had found it.

"It fell when you jumped on your speeder during the battle" he explained nodding slightly in exasperation.

So this whole time he had it?! And that means he knew all day that you.....

"I shouldnt have lied" you apologized sincerely. "I just didn't want to disappoint you..especially since I did so well on the mission..." you mustered the best regretful expression you could. "Are you angry with me...?" You couldn't help but ask.

After a moment he smiled slightly, resting his rough palm on your cheek, "No..well not anymore, I was more upset that you risked your health by staying out too long, however I do sense your deep regret, so this time I'll let it slide"

Whoa did I hear that correctly, hes going to let it slide?? My master?? Had he hit his head during battle??

"Thank you Master, I promise it won't happen again" you meant it this time.

"Oh I know it wont pet" you shivered at the pet name he called you. He suddenly force pulled you closer until you were basically straddling him. You let out a shriek.

"Because this time.." he placed a firm hand on the back of your neck pulling you in for a possessive kiss.

He pulled away slightly and you felt his hot breathe by your ear, "I'll make sure you remember what happens when you don't." Suddenly you were on you back, towel thrown across the room.

"Whaa what?! I thought you said I was off the hook?!" You blushed fiercely as he force held your hands and legs to each corner and stood back to admire your helpless form.

He smirked wickedly, "I said you were off the hook for staying out too late.. however..." you gasped as you felt invisible fingers begin to tease your most sensitive area.

"For lying to me.." he eyed you with a gaze now hooded with lust and a dangerous glint, "You will be punished until I am certain you've learned your lesson my darling..."

***************************************************Thanks for reading!! I had alot of trouble writing sith obi wan but I tried my best. Let me know if you guys liked this enough and want to see similar Sith obi wan x apprentice fics. Alsoooo 👀if enough people want a mini 18+ continuation of the *cough* punishment.....lemme know🙈

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