#bc that's the scene that cames closest to this in my memory

[seventh-fantasy]

[rayroseu]

" Dreams, fleeting vestiges of tranquility. Futile delusions in the eyes of God's eternal. "

" Is it so wrong to dream, to wish that this moment would last just a little longer? "

– Dreams in Eternal Reminiscence

i LOVE quoting Raiden Ei onto book 7, it fits so well 🥲💔

My saddest thought right now is that Meleanor "actually cried" when she left Malleus to Lilia, that's why there was a sudden thunderstorm when she appeared before the Silver Owls. (Its not just for badass purposes shjdsj) There's no tears but the skies easily gives away what she truly feels😭 She wanted to experience Malleus growing up too‼️😭 Same thing with Knight of Dawn.... He died already from protecting Leia and the three fairies with Silver,,,, He didn't even had THE CHANCE TO NAME HIS SON unlike Meleanor,, 😭💔💔

And you're telling me that the closest he got to his son was to smile at him from a distance, seeing that he has people that he can trust (Sebek and Yuu), and even before that moment, he didn't use his memory to save Silver out of the darkness (I theorized that the reason we saw "the memories of Lilia"in 7.5 is bcs Silver's ring is trying to save him from the darkness by reminding him of Lilia's love for him and we know where that ring came from--) HE SAVED HIS OWN SON BY REMINDING HIM OF LILIA'S LOVE NOT HIS LOVE GOD-- i think about knight of dawn for more than 5 minutes and I AM WHACKED IN TEARS

WHEN is my hugging scene between these princes and their parents 😭😭😭

[spooky-holtz]

I Put a Spell on You

Melissa Schemmenti x fem!reader

Genre: fluff (crack if you squint)

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: This is the first part in a little series that explores the mug from 'Delicate'. I really wanted to share some little ideas I had about the images that would be on it so stay tuned for some more parts bc I'm already writing them :)

Feedback is very much appreciated!

When the topic of Halloween costumes came up in conversation in the teachers’ lounge during a crisp morning at the beginning of October, you couldn’t help but join in with tales of your own previous looks. The good, the bad, and the ugly are all shared amongst the group when Jacob brings up his outfit from the year prior; one half of a matching Mario and Luigi costume with Zac.  

“You know, I’ve never actually done a couples costume,” you say to nobody in particular, thinking out loud as you stir sugar into your coffee in an effort to make it a little less bland. The conversation stops immediately, and every head turns to look at where you lean with your back against the counter, cradling your steaming mug.  

“Wait, what?!” Janine exclaims, her wide eyes only adding to her outrage. “Never? In your entire life?” 

“I guess, yeah,” you shrug, clearly uncomfortable with the attention. If you had known that every pair of eyes would be focused on your quickly reddening cheeks, you would never have opened your mouth. “I’ve just never been with anyone who was interested in that sort of stuff.”  

The silence in the room is tense. The fact that this group is so shocked at your little revelation is worrying to say the least but at least it shows they care, albeit about the wrong things.  

“Have you at least done a group costume with your friends?” Asks Jacob, his expression of concern and disbelief matching Janine’s comically wide eyes. You pause for a moment, looking up at a stain on the ceiling in a bid to avoid all eye contact as you recall various high school and college parties. Not once can you remember organizing a group costume.  

“Uhhh, nope. I’ve never done it,” you say, feeling brave enough to look back down and at the table directly in front of you. Barbara has turned in her seat to join the conversation, watching the two sides of the room like a tennis match. She’s clearly not as bothered as the rest of the room but happy to be involved, nonetheless. Your gaze shifts to Melissa who is looking over the rim of her cat-eye glasses at you, eyebrows furrowed, and lips pursed slightly in thought. The intensity of her stare makes you feel more uneasy than the rest of the room combined. You shuffle your feet and pull your eyes away from hers when Janine chirps up again.  

“I actually can’t believe it. I thought you would have been really into all that.” 

“Who says I’m not,” you shoot back. “I just didn’t have anybody that was willing to make themselves look like an idiot with me.”  

All through college you would have killed to enter a party, no matter how shitty the frat house venue was, with the Barbie to your Ken or the Buzz to your Woody on your arm. The memories of entering parties with your friends in ‘sexy cat’ costumes, trailing at the back dressed in a bright white Padme Amidala getup makes you chuckle.  

“Actually, the parties kinda remind me of that scene from Mean Girls, you know?” Most of the group chuckles along and nods in recognition, with only Barbara looking slightly confused. “I guess it was just never meant to be.”  

You push yourself off the counter and move toward the closest table. Pulling a chair out next to Barbara, you can’t help but feel a certain redhead’s gaze boring into the side of your head.  

“I say we change that,” she remarks, her first addition to the entire discussion. “I’ve already got my costume, and it’s pretty hot if I do say so myself, but we can easily make it a couples thing for ya.”  

Barb turns to you, shockingly overjoyed at the idea. Considering she didn’t get involved with Halloween, her enthusiasm at the prospect is unmatched.  

“Now wouldn’t that be lovely?” She gasps, looking between the two of you with an almost knowing glint in her eye. You think for a moment, looking over to meet green eyes and seeing them scrunched slightly as she smirks back at you, knowing that having Barbara on her side ultimately means you lose.  

“That’s really nice of you Mel, but we’re not a couple. I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable with whatever talk will happen from certain people,” you almost whisper, trying to keep prying eyes of your co-workers that crane their necks to look over her shoulder from hearing.  One sharp look over her shoulder has them quickly backing down, instantly focusing their attention on the suddenly interesting paperwork that sits in front of each of them. Satisfied, Melissa continues.

“Hun, you really think that bothers me?” She says with a raised eyebrow, leaning forward onto the table, the grading she was doing completely forgotten about. “Please, I’ve had much worse said about me. Besides, having you by my side will only make my costume look better.”  

She punctuates her last statement with another wink and you feel your cheeks heat again, turning a violent shade of red.  

In the last year you’ve spent at Abbott you’ve grown to learn a lot about Melissa’s ‘persuasive’ personality and admittedly had fallen head over heels for her. Who wouldn’t? You’re pretty sure Barbara has caught on to your lovesick puppy act, thankfully leaving the topic alone in conversation. Instead, you get knowing glances from the older woman anytime she catches you and Melissa giggling like school children over a joke in the hallways, or when the redhead makes your coffee just how you like it in the mornings, leaving the steaming brew waiting in front of your seat for your arrival.  

You mull her proposition over, staring into your cooling mug of coffee that sits between your hands on the table. She leans back in her chair, arms folded, and eyebrow raised again as she stares you down. She knows she’s won.  

“Okay, why not?” You sigh, looking up again to meet her gaze. She grins and claps, the laugh lines around her eyes accentuating the wideness of her smile. If you had known agreeing would have made her this happy, there would have been absolutely no hesitation. Seeing her pearly white smile is the highlight of most days for you, the sight instantly improving any bad days you may have. This is no exception.  

In hindsight you probably should have discussed the details of your costume before blindly agreeing to Melissa’s proposal, but there’s no way you could ever turn her down. This idea doesn’t come to you until the morning of Halloween however, as you stand in the hallway outside your classroom trying to psych yourself up for a day pretending to be Melissa Schemmenti’s other half.  

“Mel, I look like an idiot,” you grumble. “How do you get to dress like that, and I’ve ended up looking like Elmo and Kermit the Frog had an illegitimate child?”  

“No no no, you look great, hun,” she reassures you. The way her lips are slightly pursed in a desperate bid to bite back the giggle that’s threatening to escape says otherwise.  

You, on the other hand, are less than impressed at her terrible poker face. Of all the times for her to lose her hard exterior, it had to be now. As much as you want to be mad at her for omitting the extremely-green-lycra part of your Vision to her Wanda costume, her visible excitement and rosy cheeks immediately put a stop to any negativity.  

“I’m serious,” she continues, “besides you don’t look anywhere near as bad as Janine right now. That girl is wearing whole-ass beard.”  

You raise your eyebrows as if to say ‘really?’, not quite believing her frantic excuses.  

“Don’t give me that look. It looks as if she’s rolled around on the floor of a barber shop.”  

You huff through your nose, arms crossing over your chest. You can’t help but look her up and down as she tries her best to reassure you that this look was the best decision for today. There’s no denying that she looks incredible in her Scarlet Witch getup, the tight outfit accentuating her irresistible curves and stunning figure. You don’t think you’ve ever seen her in such a form fitting piece and you really hope this isn’t the last time. You’re so obviously checking her out, but you hope your furrowed brow makes it look as though you’re just deep in frustrated thought.  

Meanwhile, you’re clad in bright green lycra and sickly yellow basketball shorts, all topped off with a matching cape and some alarmingly bright red face-paint. Your hair is tucked inside the hood of the outfit, and you desperately hope that this aids you in going unnoticed and unrecognised, though deep down you know that the assaulting colours will do little to disguise you and give you away as soon as the day begins. There is absolutely no hope of camouflaging in the full halls of Abbott when you look like a walking Crayola pack.  

As you begin to retreat into yourself, the annoyance quickly turning into embarrassment at the situation, Melissa reaches out to touch your arm that is still crossed over your torso.  

“Hey, I’m telling you we look incredible right now. I can guarantee you nobody else will have made this amount of effort with their costume,” you know she’s trying her best to reassure you but you’re past the point of no return. You’re one mean sunburn joke away from taking a dish sponge to your face and changing into something a lot less… weird.  

As you open your mouth to dismiss Melissa’s words, she silences you by reaching out her other hand to flatten the tie of your cape that sits around your neck. Her gloved hand feels impossibly warm through the fabric and you’re sure she’s moved closer to you, the toes of your bright white sneakers almost touching those of her crimson heels. She looks up through her eyelashes at you once she’s satisfied with her work, her hand staying in place and flattening against your sternum. This is the only time you’ll be glad for the paint slathered across your delicate features because you’re sure you’ve turned the exact same shade of red underneath.  

Melissa’s proximity to you is intoxicating. You can almost see every faint freckle that is covered by her makeup, her winged eyeliner impossibly sharp even this close. You’re trapped in this position, but you have no desire to move, desperately hoping she’ll push you back the few steps to trap you against the cold brick wall. You’re positive you’re imagining her eyes flickering from your own down to your scarlet lips, but the sight can’t help but make you imagine what she would look like with her own red lipstick smudged past the edges of her full, inviting lips.  

The clicking of heels against the tiled floor snaps you out of the moment and she jumps back, putting a good foot of space between you as you both try to recollect yourselves. Ava rounds the corner adorned in a flashy silver getup, her cape billowing behind her as she struts toward you. Her eyes squint when she sees the two of you and her mouth drops slightly as she realises just who is stood next to the Scarlet Witch.  

“Wandavision, wuh-wandavision,” she sings as she nears you. “Goddamn girl, you look less like Vision and more like ‘blind’”  

“Ava,” you groan over her cackle, “I can already feel my students ripping into me for the next 7 hours, i don’t need you getting involved as well.”  

“All I’m saying is you look like Mr. Clean had a bad accident with some ketchup,” another cackle follows as she carries on her way down the hallway, not even giving you chance to process the insult as the sound of her walking away grows faint. You turn slowly to Melissa, not wanting to see her expression of pity. When your eyes meet, all you can see is an impossible softness that rarely comes out in the redhead.  

“I genuinely think you look incredible right now, hun,” she says, her hand reaching out to touch your farm once again. Her thumb begins to rub where it lays, the friction burning an abnormal amount through the layers of fabric that separate your skin. You scoff at her statement, not quite believing that in her world the sunburnt equivalent of Howie Mandel is ‘incredible’. Before you can say a word, she continues. “Nobody has ever been willing to do this for me. You dropped everything to join in and I absolutely love you for it.” Her grin widens as she sees your walls visibly come down at her words, knowing she’s got under your skin and won yet again.  

You can’t help but lose yourself in her eyes at her confession, noticing the smile lines that surround them deepening with her increasing happiness. You would give anything to see those lines deepen like this every single day, especially if it means that you were the cause of it and her good mood.  

A gasp from behind you pulls you away from losing yourself too deeply, both of you snapping your heads to look at the interruption. In front of you stands none other than Barabara Howard dressed as... a bumble bee? Almost as if sensing your confusion at the letters attached to her torso, she jumps in with, “I’m a spelling bee, before you can ask,” you raise your eyebrows and let out a small 'ohhh' before she continues. “And I have no need to ask who you two are, you little marvel cuties! You both look absolutely incredible!” 

You don’t miss the way that Melissa squeezes your arm slightly from where it still sits, resting against your bicep, saying a silent ‘I told you so’.  

“You have to let me take a picture of you so I can show Gerald before the students get here,” she pleads. You’re about to decline the request until you look down to where Melissa stands next to you, only to see her grin impossibly wider than before, practically bouncing with excitement. The sight makes your heart melt in your chest and demolishes any notion of hesitance you had about this costume. Her happiness and enthusiasm are reason enough for all this to be worth it, even if your face will be stained by the bright red makeup for days to come.  

“Alright then, let’s do this,” you sigh, moving away slightly to get into position while Barb pulls her phone out of her own costume, lifting it up to prepare for the barrage of images she is about to assault you with.  

You both stand facing the camera, Melissa with her hands reaching out, almost as if she’s casting a spell. You take the opposite  approach, widening your stance and placing your hands on your hips. Your head is lifted, standing tall and proud to the side of the redhead as you both pose.  

You hear the camera shutter closing each time Barb jabs at her screen with her forefinger, Melissa changing poses slightly with every noise. You can’t help but grin yourself as you look down at her, her excitement for the holiday no doubt going above and beyond that of the literal children you teach.  

Her head turns toward you as the photoshoot continues, catching your loving gaze toward her. She softens her own gaze and smiles back at you as the shutter goes off one last time and you hear a “alright, I think that should be enough pictures” from the eldest woman of your group. The statement causes you to tear your eyes away from Melissa’s and clear your throat, the both of you forgetting the company you had for a brief moment.  

“Uh, yeah, I think so too,” you stutter, caught off guard by the way the irresistible redhead matched your captivated expression. “I think I’m gonna shoot off to get ready for the day – that classroom won’t tidy itself.” Your eyes flit between the two older women as you speak, both of them nodding along and agreeing to do the same with the last few free minutes of the morning before madness inevitably ensues.  

“I’ll see you at recess later hun,’ Mel calls as you turn and wave, making your way down the hallway toward your classroom. “Have a great day!” You can’t help but grin again, feeling as though it hasn’t fallen off your face for the last ten minutes that you’ve spent in the redhead’s company. Your step undeniably has a little more pep than it did earlier, that’s for sure.  

[kipperlillycopperkettle]

OH. MORE QUESTIONS BC THEY CAME TO MY BRAIN. do any of the tributes know each other cross district, from the years between when they originally won and the quell of the fic? (like I'm assuming that the ones from the same district know one another, but have any inter-district winner friendships formed that then come into play?) AND. favorite line and/or scene you've written so far, and favorite line and/or scene you have yet to write (but are excited about?)

oooh! oh! so technically none of the tributes know each other, bc even though i am using 75 as the year the games happen, the twist is that of haymitch's games in thg canon (double the tributes). BUT victor friendships are my favorite thing in the whole whole world to write about sooooo here are some of my fave cross-district victor dynamics in this fic anyway! jace stardiamond and halo st croix (yes i KNOW brennan said halo the paladin teacher was an older man. no i don't care; my version of halo is a younger female victor. if anyone asks halo st croix (the canon old man) is her dad. and he gave her the exact same name. don't worry about it), jace and porter (is this friendship? don't worry about it. they're weird about each other in this au too. bc it's fun for me), halo and zara sool. also i haven't written about it a lot but bill seacaster and karl cleaver won back to back and i think they're besties. tbh. honestly i need to do more with the victor friendships bc i think about them a LOT in thg canon.

honestly my favorite scenes so far are all the final showdown scenes i think? but there's also an adaine post victory scene that was one of the first scenes i wrote that feels very strong and i still really like; any time fabian interacts with cathilda is so fun to write; i've got a porter and fig scene after she wins that i really like too?

i've got a corsica and kristen scene brewing in the back of my mind i'm really excited to write, and i haven't actually written this/am not exactly sure what scenes i need, but i've been rotating riz in this au a lot in my head lately.

also for fave lines i'll put a favorite (non spoilery) line below the cut from each section just for u <33333

send me asks about spyreverse thg au!

“the other tributes aren’t the most deadly people in the games, fig. it’s everyone else. they’ll all be watching you, and good luck if you step out of line, even just a little bit. from this second on, everything you do is a performance.”

“her motions are graceful and lithe, and in what is, you are pretty sure, is one of the last things you will ever think, you think that she is beautiful in the same kind of way that a well-oiled machine is beautiful, even as she hurls a knife at your throat.”

“the expression on zara's face looks very much as though she would like to rip hercules daybreak’s throat out with her teeth.”

“a flicker of a furrow appears on hallariel's brow. it’s the closest she’s come to making a facial expression in years.”

“adaine thinks, not for the first time, that dulled barbs and sympathetic glances are the closest the two of them will ever get to love.”

“riz can see the tears burning in her eyes, and he’s vaguely aware of a burning in his own eyes, but pushes the feeling down, trying to ignore it. he has to be strong for his mom. he can’t let her last memory of him be of him crying.”

[suffarustuffaru]

hey so not too long ago, i saw a post from rz twitter that said that during the first loop where subaru meets otto, when subaru met the witch cultists and were chanting something to subaru before they left, that these cultists left because some outsider (who's therefore an enemy to their witch and its prophecy) was nearby. And the tweet said how that "nearby outsider" was actually otto who stayed behind because he was worried that subaru, (whom he met only as a customer in that loop and otto had already fulfilled his job) would succumb to danger. And despite frufoo's warnings, it's heavily implied that otto had in fact died in that loop waiting for subaru to come back. And the replies were saying that it's common knowledge?

First of all, is that true? I can see how one would come to the conclusion that the cultists left because otto, an outsider, was nearby. But i haven't seen proof of the implication that otto died from that loop. Secondly, with this perhaps being true, does that confirm that any loop in which otto was nearby and subaru is in danger, that otto risked his life for him? Some ppl say "but the whale incident!" But like you said way earlier, otto came back to him after pushing him off, and it's implied that he died trying to save subaru. There's no loop i can recall otto leaving him to the dust, even when he doesn't know who subaru is. And thirdly, Otto get some self-preservation skills, you barely knew the guy and already risk your life for him. What the fuck.

HAH anon your ask intrigued me so much i immediately went to the anime to try and confirm this. and bc the anime is the closest bit of info i got wjdndn i dont have arc 3 ln or access to arc 3 wn (i do not understand japanese either, sadly) but!! while the anime doesnt explicitly confirm otto died in that first loop his character debuted in, i think its definitely a possibility that he died to the witch cult there. (if anyone knows the lore on this for sure though feel free to add?? yeah)

also regarding about whether this is common knowledge or not—id argue its kind of not, at least in certain circles, bc im gonna be completely real i had to double check the anime to see how well i remembered it bc its 1. been a while since i’ve watched season 1 in full and 2. when i was looking at it on my first watch i was focused more so on what the hell was happening to subaru, rem, emilia camp rather than otto, who at the time seems like just some random guy who wont appear ever again. but also maybe im a little too used to people misinterpreting rezero over on reddit ajfbdnd bc some people STILL completely forget that otto went back after pushing subaru off the wagon. and some people still forget ottos died for subaru even though its super obvious in arc 4?? so i dont think ottos involvement with subaru across loops is really common knowledge? or at the very least its not common for Certain portions of the rezero fandom bc i see ottos whole fixation on subaru gets glossed over at times. but i do genuinely think moments like the first loop with otto are probably easy to sort of miss if youre not paying attention. but also again i might be a little bit brainwashed by rezero redditors misreading things bc the amount of people that forget otto went back for subaru in the white whale loop made me doubt my own memory of that scene to the point where i rewatched it in the anime just to be sure wkdndnd. i dont really see any english rezero people talk about this loop in particular too unless theyre referring to you know, rem arlam and emilia camp dying. but anyway moving on for now…

alright!! lets go over this scene i suppose. the anime doesnt go into like. Specifics, like how the tweets you mention do anon, but it does have some interesting stuff.

in the anime, the first loop with otto happens in episode 14 to about the beginning of 15, but the focus is of course more so on subaru, rem, arlam, etc, bc rem left for the mansion and subarus trying to get there quickly so he pays otto to do that. otto takes the time to warn him before they even set off, not only for his own sake but also for subarus:

but you know, bc ottos desperate for money bc hes in debt, he takes up the job. but once otto and subaru actually get to the road leading up to arlam and the mansion, otto stops bc frufoo’s frightened and shes warning them of danger—

but subaru being subaru jumps off anyway and leaves. he says this quickly before he goes:

otto replies by trying to call out to him desperately as he runs away:

your point about ottos self preservation is super interesting anon because otto DOES have self preservation skills. he almost kind of prides himself on it, sometimes—as a merchant, especially from a merchant family, hes been raised to treasure it. to go for things that work in his favor. especially with his bad luck fucking him over too. and he can be slightly morally ambiguous at times, so he is Very aware of self preservation and staying out of trouble. but at the same time, leaving behind innocents does kind of weigh on him bc. well hes still human. that and the further into rezero you get, the more clear it is that ottos self preservation skills just get thrown out the window the moment he sees subaru. like otto takes a significant amount of time on screen to complain about danger or trouble hes found himself in, or go on and on about how the moment he sees danger, hes just gonna turn around and run—but its just COMPLETE AND TOTAL BULLSHIT SOMETIMES. he has plenty of chances Every Time to turn around and run and the moment subaru enters the picture, he doesnt take it. the only exception to this was him leaving subaru in greed if, but thats because he saw that subaru didnt give a shit about him and even then. he made that choice FOR subaru’s sake too, bc he recognizes that greed if subaru is just gonna micromanage everything and deal with it on his own. otto knows he’d just be another burden to subaru, so he leaves to lessen the load.

main route otto though? yeah youre absolutely right his self preservation is way beyond dead at this point. his self preservation is absolutely gone when it comes to subaru. this first loop is an example of it—while of course ottos you know treating subaru like a stranger bc thats what they are, he goes out of his way to warn subaru repeatedly. at first it looks like its mostly just for his own benefit bc hes Also in danger here, but then he says that he cant just accept taking subarus money and items. he talked about how hed accept subarus payment just a few minutes before this?? and we know in retrospect that he desperately NEEDS money bc hes in debt??? and subarus giving him an out right now to just leave and not look back but he still hesitates and frantically tries calling after subaru??? he has EVERYTHING to gain from just taking the money and subarus things and just leaving, but we dont actually see him leave on screen.

and then right after this, we cut to subaru running to arlam. of course, the witch cult stops him, and in the anime, all they do is circle him, then bow (to foreshadow how the witch cult + petelgeuse think that hes one of them, im assuming), and then they disappear without saying a single word.

its interesting to note though that when they leave, they run towards the direction subaru just came from. which is where otto was.

and then subaru keeps continuing on to arlam and the mansion where he finds out that the witch cult Basically wiped everyone out there. episode 15 continues this loop and then quickly ends it bc subaru is having a mental breakdown finding everyones corpses and then he promptly proceeds to die to puck (iirc?) inside the mansion. and thats all the details the anime gives about the ending of this loop. so no clear hint like the white whale loop that otto Died from this, but i think the implication is definitely there if you choose to read into it. (again, im not sure if the ln adds more details to this or not, but iirc the anime doesnt touch on this much.)

its strange that the witch cultists that find subaru just. up and leave in the direction where we Know otto likely is, bc 1. the cultists move Fast and 2. only a couple minutes passed at most, so its likely that otto is Still There, even if he did start trying to leave. even then though, i think its in character for him to still be there and try to wait for subaru. or, at the very least, otto waited there debating with himself on whether he should just leave or not. waiting there satisfies both his self preservation and the guilt he’d feel if he just abandoned subaru—he doesnt go any further to minimize the danger to himself and frufoo, but he doesnt completely leave just in case subaru comes back or if otto decides to move forward and check on subaru or something. but then we see subaru find everyone at arlam and the mansion dead, and we the audience know the surviving witch cultists left in the opposite direction (where otto is) after killing everyone at arlam, so—i think theres a connection there. as in: yeah. if otto was still there, hes probably dead.

additionally, of course later in arc 3 we see that otto gets captured by the witch cult. this time he was captured bc the witch cult caught him hurrying to get to another location for its job offer, so the witch cult captured him to interrogate him on what exactly he was doing iirc?? so in that sense yeah he was caught by the witch cult for being an outsider getting into witch cult territory while they were in the middle of doing shit (and he likely wouldve been killed if ricardo and the others hadnt rescued him) o.O

but yeah thats all the animes got regarding the first loop (aka ottos official debut into the main story as well)!!!

“There's no loop i can recall otto leaving him to the dust, even when he doesn't know who subaru is." also anon youre so right for saying this bc. yeah i cant recall any loops either bc every time otto is there near subaru. hes risking his life for subaru. hes so incredibly ride or die that its concerning. it kind of boggles my mind that some people overfixate on how he pushed subaru out of the wagon in the white whale loop and YEAH that was fucked up, but not only does he feel bad and die trying to go back for subaru later, but when you watch that scene in the anime and think about it from ottos perspective. yeah some guy you just fucking met is yelling at you about how you apparently forgot about some person youve never heard of in your life, hes yelling at you to go back and TOWARDS THE WHITE WHALE when all youre trying to do is save both of your asses, he starts trying to wrestle with you while youre both being hunted down by the whale, and then he starts rambling to himself about how maybe its his fault the white whale is chasing after both of you while you keep hearing the white whales deranged thoughts in your head the whole time bc of your dp??? its a miracle otto didnt push subaru out of that damn wagon sooner and its a miracle otto even decided to go back for subaru after all that T^TT any person in ottos shoes would be RUSHING to push subaru out of that wagon.

but like. once you think about it - yeah Every Time in the main route that ottos been near subaru and theyve gotten into danger? otto actively puts himself at risk for subarus sake. and he doesnt always die or get hurt for it, but we know that he ALWAYS goes out of his way to help subaru. hes been like this since his debut in arc 3, practically, regardless of whether or not he actually died there. bc he still Lingered around and tried to warn subaru not to leave.

so what im saying is that so much of ottos screentime is spent helping subaru in some way.

[st4rbwrry]

okay first of all VINNIE HACKER IN THE BANNER? yes😩. see i knew you were a woman of immaculate taste but this just confirms it . that man is rl fine , the most handsome, sexiest white boy i ever laid my eyes on lawd hammercy .

and secondly, it’s been several days overdue but im here with my thirst idea we talked about : akira + monsterfucking 😏 . for visuals sake akira gon look like this bc i find his half form extremely attractive *grips grass*

OKAY SO. *blushes* we’re gonna say that we have a crush on akira, the guy in nearly all of our classes, wears all black and drives a motorcycle everywhere. but he’s too dense and polite to pick up on that, to pick up on our lingering stares, the way we rub our thighs together like a damn cricket every time he comes within a foot of us, nor did he notice the sweet n shy lilt in our voice . so one night, there’s all these devil attacks going on around town and it’s pretty frightening so we make a point to try and get home asap after classes and not going anywhere alone (we can’t help the last part bc we don’t have that many friends :(( )

one evening, you’re leaving your chemistry lab late because you had to redo you entire mini experiment so you could collect the data for the next part of your procedure. you sped walked to the bus stop across the street from your campus and hopped in the vehicle to go home . making it safely to the bus stop closest to your house, you unfortunately came in contact with some sketchy looking figures hiding in an alleyway. they were men ( of course ) and you didn’t like the way they were eyeing your body, paying special attention on your legs , and you immediately regretted changing out of your sweats that you had on in the lab. your fight or flight instinct kicked in and you ran as fast as your legs could carry you, which wasn’t as far as you thought it was because the men changed their form, their bones and faces bending and shifting in shape, until they completely morphed into these….horrid creatures of the night. they were monsters , and they had a crazed look in their eyes that made you let out a shrill yelp as you booked it, nearly dropping your stuff in the process. one of the creature’s…..limbs? grabbed a hold of your ankle and nearly dragged you across the ground back in their direction. you frantically searched for something, anything, to grab on to, to delay your impending demise even if it was just for a moment.

then suddenly, the slippery grip on your ankle had loosened.

slowly turning your head to face the scene in front of you , you saw another creature— no a man? a humanoid? some thing, that stood much taller than your assailants, literally ripped one of his opponent’s arms off; straight from its socket and the rest of his body. blood spewed from the wound like a sickly faucet , and the pained, unearthly howl was too much for your senses, so you ended up fainting, not knowing that your savior was someone you were very familiar with.

when you gained consciousness again , you were surprisingly in your own room, but with an unexpected guest looking over you, a troubled look gracing his unusually handsome features. you stared at him for several minutes, letting your eyes glaze over his large frame. he had to be at least 6ft 5, his chest was bare and his abdomen, really his whole body, was muscled and chiseled as if he were sculpted . staring back into his eyes, narrowing your lids at him seemed to jumpstart your memory as to who exactly you were looking at.

“a….akira? akira fudo?” his own expression mirrored shock that you were able to recognize him in this state. and this form …. it dragged your thoughts into the gutter and into the depths of your nether regions when you felt a pool of your slick expand in your panties . your thighs began to rub together shamelessly. akira felt his lip and his cock twitch at the action; seeing you sprawled out like this, mild fear and arousal glimmering in your eyes, high off of the adrenaline of him saving you— a beautiful girl that he couldn’t help be drawn to— from those disgusting demons had his blood pumping. he knew his self restraint would disappear if you said another word to him.

and of course , you did. “t-thank you…for saving me from those…things. i don’t know what i would have done if you hadn’t shown up, akira…” your voice was as sweet and saccharine as honeycomb itself (one that you may or may not have purposely employed to provoke him into taking you rihjt then and there) and to your half-surprise, it was successful. your current damsel-in-distress persona caused him to growl under his breath, razor sharp and blistering white fangs put on display, and a wicked, inhuman grin tugged at his mouth. you let out a soft but salacious moan as a reply.

you didn’t question how exactly he knew where your house was or exactly how he got up here to your room, you were too focused on the way he thrusted his slender hips upwards into your slutty pussy as you rode him. well, attempted to; his rhythm became too much to keep up with so you let him dominate you, something you had absolutely no qualms about. he was still in his half baked devilman form, which only made your cunt tighten around him even more than before, leading akira to let out something between a hiss and moan. “fuck, f-fuck, fuck…! shit princess , i feel you clenching a-around me. you like that, huh ? you like getting your dirty pussy getting split open by me? by a demon? huh? is that it?”

akira could literally not shut his mouth as he dug his heels into the bed and plunged his length deeper inside you, going faster and faster, repeatedly bruising your cervix and dragging against your walls so good, your heavy titties bounced up and down in akira’s face. there’s no way you could possibly give him a coherent answer in this state; your jaw slacked a little, your tongue sticking out the corner of your mouth and your eyes half crossed/half rolled back into your skull. you let out another moan as a response to his question. when you didn’t answer , akira let his own tongue slip out from between his lips— a long , forked tongue like a snake— and slid it around your nipples, encasing your entire breasts in his saliva. this ‘miniature’ action was enough to send you over the edge , pearly white cum seeping from your shiny, pussy lips and into his dick while squirts of clear liquid sprayed onto his pelvis and chest. all the while, akira’s pace never slowed or faltered; he kept going. it almost became too much and you were about to fall over but he caught you in his strong, warm arms.

the obscene sounds of his abnormally heavy balls slapping against your ass , and all the cum and arousal sticking to your skin was enough to teeter you on the edge of another orgasm. “cmon sweet girl. you can give me another one cant you? yeah….i know you can. you will, because you’re so good for me aren’t you? letting the big strong demon fuck this cute little pussy.” you had barely processed what he said , but still nodded your head. and maybe you were too fucked out, too lost in the pleasure and became delusional, because it certainly felt like his fat cock was growing, making his length feel heavy in your belly. you ended up squirting again, but did so without complaint bc you would do anything for akira <3

sorry idk what came over me LMAOOOOO you can probably sense when the horny monster took over and now my puthy is pulsating and i need to relieve myself

*heavy sigh bc mocha knows she’s extremely horny after reading this and has to pull out miss buzzy bee* first off, vinnie, yes. he reminds me sm of eren and that’s exactly how i see him in my head obvi with darker hair. i just need to put together a thorough moodboard with details of how i see eren lmao. BUT LETS TALK ABOUT MF AKIRA FUDO????? lemme just say … whew girl. this rlly did it for me: this is it. this is what makes my pussy jump. his half demon form makes me squeeze my thighs and i’m GLAD WE FUCKING THINK ALIKE BC HOLY SHIT ????!’

this line right HERE ? ‘ your current damsel-in-distress persona caused him to growl under his breath, razor sharp and blistering white fangs put on display, and a wicked, inhuman grin tugged at his mouth. you let out a soft but salacious moan as a reply.’ MMMMMM FUCKKKKKKKJ. it’s the way i can picture it so clearly in my head bro. i can even HEAR HIMMMM I CAN. she’s leaking. ‘you like getting your dirty pussy split open by me’ HELLOOOO YES DADDY I DO. GIMME BRAIN LIKE NYU. also can i just say your writing is literally amazing bc i envisioned the attack scene soooo well? love an intellectual queen. HIS LONG ASS TONGUE WRAPPING AROUND MY TITTIES LIKE DAT??????????????:&:@:@:@:&:9:929:!,! hooooooooo my fuckin gawdddssdd. i’d feed him them bitches. and then him just being sm bigger than us, and his dick growing inside of us as if i can take that shit ?! but he’ll make me. he surely will. even if i bitch and moan about he. and akira is a sweetheart but i’m telling you he’d pin my ass down and be like “shut the fuck up and take it, baby. i won’t say it again’ MMHM OKAYYYY

[patrice-bergerons]

I have been thinking about my M!lives verse this week (in which canon-ish Bond suffers a nasty head injury and wakes up in a timeline where M survived Skyfall and is just now retiring from MI6) where it’s called a hug is already set. Including, the 00Q angle and this scene-

M and Bond take to having breakfast together - naturally always at posh hotels bc neither wants to cook.  They were already closer in the M!lives timeline, having gone thru the events of Skyfall together, and it gets even worse when M sees Bond go to pieces when he wakes up from his injury and sees that M is alive.

Besides she is now retired and whether she likes it or not Bond is the closest thing she has to a friend.

Meanwhile, in the M!lives timeline, Bond and Q have tried dating but Bond, scared by how good a thing he had, went and thoroughly sabotaged it - like everything else in this timeline, he has no memory of this though.  And now Q told him he is glad Bond is ok but they can’t be friends.

M and Bond being who they are also start a game where they try and embarrass one another (or the waiters) during their outings - while M is in the loo Bond tells the waiter she is his senile mother; M another time tells the waiter Bond is a no good nephew trying to cheat her out of her inheritance - you get the picture.

And then one day Bond is at M’s house, because he had a seizure or passed out at breakfast or something and the hospital would let him go but only if he had someone to monitor him for a bit.  The door rings and Bond, who is wearing M’s late husband’s PJs, and seeing his opportunity, calls out ‘who is it, darling?’ before sauntering to the door himself like he owns the place.  

Except it’s Q at the door.  Come to drop off some baked goods.

M with a look of utter, malevolent glee shining in her eyes, wraps her arm around his waist and replies ‘oh it’s only Q, dear.’

Q who is looking at them like he has been struck by lightning, growing a deeper shade of red by the second.  It’s not what you think, Bond tries to say but to no avail- ‘i’m happy for you’ Q says very quickly and ‘it really is not my business’ and 'it’s great seeing you both’ before he bolts.

M is extremely pleased to have gotten one over Bond.

She also tells him though that he now has an excuse to go talk to Q, and when James responds with a gruff he doesn’t want anything to do with me, tells him that Q came to her and told her not to sign the DNR the hospital was pushing when Bond was in a coma and it wasn’t looking good. 

If you are still intent on throwing yourself a pity party, she says bc Bond is looking at her all torn up, do it on somewhere other than my sofa, will you, 007.

[evansbby]

Omg yeah I don’t even think I thought of him killing her because I was so devastated with the last segment of the book, but you’re so right. I’m sorry if I’m a little fuzzy on the details lol, I literally read it right when it came out because I saw that it had dropped (so 2 years ago now I think…)

But yes, idk like I read the book many years after I had read the Hunger Games, so the monstrosity of Snow wasn’t as fresh in my mind (all I had memories of was the blood roses and his weird threats to Katniss, and obviously yeah his whole endorsement of Panem and the Hunger Games). But it was endlessly fascinating to get the backstory of all of that, how any of this had started, how his family was one of the destitute elites clinging to symbols of wealth to keep their reputation as an old money/power family. I guess seeing him as a child and then young adult made me see the pressures that he was under, growing up in a society that prioritized and rewarded grit, defining it as this winning quality that was pretty much comprised of always choosing yourself, keeping up appearances, and sacrificing other people out of necessity (but at what point do they realize they’re doing it out of a sick joy, not reluctance).

So yeah, those moments with Lucy, I completely agree, I don’t remember the specifics, but I remember thinking that this person hardened by the world he grew up in was inexplicably drawn to the light of a person who insisted on being herself, optimistic and eccentric and weird and a songbird in a world where evil and cruelty and being cutthroat was celebrated. She was the antidote to that society, and in all their moments together, I couldn’t help but hope that somehow she would change him, because they were so clearly in love. I almost put the fact that I knew how he ended up in the back of my mind, and let myself fall in love with their love. So yeah, when that scene happened and he left her behind…… idk but it literally felt like some piece of my heart breaking off and shattering in my chest. It was all these pinpricks of hope that love would be enough, her love and innate goodness would heal him and break apart the stirring seeds of malevolence in his heart. But obviously, it was never going to be enough. That book genuinely messed my heart up lol, sent me back to being like love is truly dead lmao (I’m better now)

Anyways I did not mean to turn this into a long ass review but I am so fucking excited you read this book!!!!!!!!!!!! Because I was so hype when I read it when it came out and so upset because literally no one was talking about it like where were all the hunger games fans????????? And I texted my friends about Lucy and snow and the heartbreak and recommended it to them but they didn’t read it so anyways I’ve literally been saving up this angst and have yet to organically come across a single person who even knows about this book. It hits different and it’s amazing and I’m done now and sorry for throwing this unhingedness in your inbox 🫠

majorly agree with all of this! and im still reeling from the book tbh, like there’s sooo much i wanna add to this but I just can’t find the words! I too have no one to talk to about this! None of my closest friends are readers! And exactly, the fact that Snow’s love was NEVER going to be enough and we as the reader know this is just… wow. I really really wanted him to change, be better. In the end, I wanted Lucy Gray to somehow outsmart him, get the best of him. Well, she didn’t but at least she found out the truth about him before she died. And you’re right about the feeling of your heart shattering… like I was reading it in a Starbucks bc I was running errands and I didn’t have the patience to go home and when I finished it I literally just sat there staring into space. That last scene by the lake haunts me. How Snow just… betrayed and left behind and killed the two people who loved him most: Sejanus and especially Lucy Gray. HE LOVED HER. But it wasn’t a pure love and it wasn’t enough 😭❤️

[harringrovesuperior]

Harringrove>>>>>>>

ok so-

theories me and my friend made(it was just for fun😭😭)

Billy = Eddie theory:

Billy and Eddie are connected somehow. And Steve knows about it, like the flirt scenes, like that one scene with Eddie and Steve looking at each other for a min, reminds me of that shower scene, what if Billy never hated Steve? It was the dads fault. And Their deaths are kinda the same, sacrifice. Billy saved the kids, steve and Robin from that monster, thanks to el talking about his mom While Eddie sacrificed himself. For Chrissy and Dustin kinda. 

If you look back in the death scene of Billy(someone made a Harringrove edit with it) Steve’s face. Then knowing Eddie died, Steve’s face. And the stuff with max, his face. He knew. If they are connected, or even connected by a tiny bit, steve knows they are. One of them are going to come back(I wish it was Billy but it’s def Eddie) Eddie is the person Billy was gonna turn out to be But like a bit different ofc, But the dad to the kids, There for Steve

So they made eddie To show steve That there’s still a bit of Billy left.

Theory 2: Like you know how like Dustin and Eddie were like close asf , following that like idea of billy = Eddie , what if , Dustin is actually like the full reincarnation of Billy and like you know that scene where he talks to eddie’s uncle? Yeah but like what if when he had to leave the upside down, like eddies soul went with Dustin and Dustin sort of became the person, Eddie wanted to be and like Dustin ends up opening this realm where there’s this never ending guilt and sadness where like all the memories are all connected and like Billy is the one who are controlling those memories

What if because Billy came back to life, everyone has now been stuck in there’s different portal all alone , everything may look the same but in every portal there is this entity that follows them, and they have to find a way to manipulate this entity to transform into a person from their memory and that way they can destroy this entity therefor getting out of the loop. And once everyone is out they have to find a way to close the portal. 

But what if closing it made a worldwide disaster eg like the movie idea of don’t speak.

So, what if Steve never liked Nancy, stayed with her bc she needed someone, but now she has Johnathan, what if he liked billy? And never actually hated him, they fought to get their anger out, wasn’t the best way to cope, but it worked.

Nancy knew Steve didn’t like her, and wanted him to find someone, someone like Billy, but she wanted Someone to treat him right, so she had doubts about him liking Billy, but they were together for the reputation even tho they liked different people.

Billy had thoughts, thoughts about Steve liking him, but he didn’t know about his feelings, he was angry that he couldn’t figure out his feelings, or cope with them.His dad wouldn’t accept him if he came out, he would have gotten kicked out straight away.Therefore he flirted with the girls and the moms, so he didn’t look suspicious, therefore what if he didn’t ever like mrs wheeler, and actually wanted steve. Dustin and max are the only ones that know about it because they are the closest to Steve and Billy.

The basketball scene, the shower scene, the party, was all ways for Billy to show Steve how he felt, and he did that.Billy knew he couldn’t date Steve, because of his dad, therefore he tried getting closer to him.But the way his dad treated him, he didn’t know how and what to do with his particular feelings for Steve.

Steve knew exactly how he felt about Billy, but fought with him and made people believe he hated him because back then in the 80s being gay wasn’t a thing people could be without getting hate.So his death impacted Steve bad, they were starting to get close, but Billy knew. Therefore he sacrificed himself, so nothing bad would have happened if his dad found out.

Therefore they made Eddie, for Steve. To let him have someone to be close to, someone to be the Billy to his Steve.So they made Eddie, Steve didn’t wanna like anyone else but Billy, never wanted to date anyone else, but thought having a closer friend would make sense, so he became close to eddie.

They became closer, and then Eddie started to act like billy(more specifically like the shower and basketball scenes).So he thought it was suspicious, but didn’t think about it, until max told him what he she was meaning to tell him when Eddie came into picture.

Therefore max knew before anyone else, it was her brother. So Steve knows Billy is Eddie, but still just wanted billy as Billy and not as eddie.So he started to have nightmares/dreams about it.He had nobody to talk to about it except max, so they became close friends.

Then Eddie had his death, and it impacted Steve and max, max saw her brother die twice not in the same body.But then, after his death he started to get visions.And he saw people,Dreams about Billy being alive still,Eddie being a clone of billy.

So he told hopper about what he’s been seeing,And then hopper told Steve that Eddie never came to Hawkins, and told him he never went to that school,Therefore Eddie is a clone of Billy, that max and Steve are the ones seeing, but there’s a catch,If the clone eventually got close to the person, other people would be able to see him too, therefore why Dustin saw him too,So the death was fake, to snap steve back into reality.

But he was still suspicious of everything,So max and Steve went to the upside down to investigate more, with the help of el,And they saw Billy, making another clone, someone to be there for Steve again,Someone with curly hair, acting a mix of Eddie and Billy.

Therefore, billy is making different clones in the upside down, sending them to the real world for Steve,Making Steve figure out how to get Billy back to the real world.

What if , Billy had this like ongoing personality disorder- so like if you like think back to all the scenes, you can see like Billy being able to get easily mad and angry which could lead us to think that he has trouble controling your emotions. But like what if because of the idea of Billy = Eddie = Dustin, Billy’s and Eddies mixed to get Dustin , which who is quite short tempered. But going back on that idea of Billy = Eddie = dustin, what if that chain goes down with max too? Like Billy = Max = the next victim if max dies.

Because Max and Dustin both have the power to communicate with Eddie / Billy through dreams.

But what if the person that knew about it all on the first place was Steve , he knew from the moment max was being controlled by vecna that they were all connected. Yeah - so like these flashbacks , what if they are also foreshadowing the future

[maliro-t]

this is maybe a weird ip combination, but i was talking to a friend yesterday about grief in tms5 compared  to w*nd*v*sion bc the most recent ep got me thinking (this is a pretty long post about the former, sorry).

So Vision says “What is grief, if not love persevering?”, which is such a great line, and really resonated with a lot of people, including myself, and it’s really maybe the crux of this series that has been imo a really great exploration of grief. The whole ep was so impactful for me, and I had a moment after where I just went. Huh. In an entire season, tm never said that once. I think there are moments where they come close- Alice and Hamish’s conversation about his wife maybe, or that one fleeting genuine moment between Eliot and Fen in 5.11, or we could rope in the mountain of ghosts if you really stretch, but I think all of those still miss that mark.

So like, they frame the whole season around grief, but they don’t really say anything about it, or tell a valuable story about it. It feels honestly like they spend most of their time treating it like an obstacle that needs to be overcome and like, what are they trying to say with that? That it sucks? Because I would say that in general, people know that! Or was it that people who DON’T get over it have some sort of pity-worthy-but-ultimately-condemnable character defect? Like I’m sure they were aiming more to show how different people process things in different ways, and that wallowing forever can destroy you, which is...true, and maybe half executed well, but it also doesn’t feel valuable (especially when their queer characters are disproportionately targeted by it), and seems like it tries to put an acceptable timeline on Getting Over It Completely which just kinda Sucks. It probably wouldn’t harp on it this much if they hadn’t been so up their own asses at sdcc trying to explain how important and worthwhile this kind of story was. 

It’s also part of why where Eliot ends up at the end of the season feels so heinous, because he really is in pretty much the same place he started; he’s the only character who really ISN’T given the opportunity to ‘overcome’ grief. Again I don’t even feel like that’s a valuable story, but he just feel so singled out and it fucking Sucks that even within their shitty framework he ends up kind of damned. I think the stuff with Charlton was supposed to counteract it a little- I maintain that he says some good things that sort of recognize why tdk stuff was maybe not great, and as much as I Hate this I do actually think those little mosaic parallels were Intentional as part of that. The way Eliot actually reacts though is so not indicative of growth or any actual healing- it feels more regressive, like s1 Eliot just kind of taking what’s being offered to him to cope, and it’s Weird and Sad, besides the whole thing just being laughable.

And like, for the record, I’ve said this a few times, but I am someone who is really glad they watched s5, and really didn’t agree with a lot of the issues people on here took with it. But that also doesn’t mean that it was actually good on the whole, and one of it’s main failures was...kind of the exact thing they apparently felt so strongly about they had to make a whole season for which just. ugh.

My main reaction after 5.03 aired (which I love, and am grateful for) was just. AGONY. I could not fathom why this story about so much pain (and specifically queer pain) was the one that they wanted to tell, and unfortunately by the end there just isn’t really enough pay off for it to be worth it. 

Anyways idk if any of this makes sense lol, I’m kind of rambling at this point and I don’t know if anyone who follows me even Watched season 5 besides like One (1) person lmao. I have more to say Always, even like a year after the fact.

[beforeoursunsets]

Worth The Risk - d.m

summary: this trope is horribly cliche but it’s draco comforting* you after a major breakup with your long term boyfriend

word count: 1k

house: any

warnings: language

a/n: i was in the mood for something angsty lol,, lw tired of writing fluff bc it never comes out the way i want it to. also im not specifying your boyfriend’s name just to keep things vague--my specialty <3

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You made it to his bedroom, panting. It was bad enough you were held back after your charms lesson, but on the way to your boyfriend’s dorm you twisted your ankle running up a moving staircase. One trip to the hospital wing later, you found yourself over an hour late to your scheduled study date.

“Hey, sorry I’m late, things got crazy after cl--” Sucking in a breath, you nearly took a double take at the troubling sight.

Your boyfriend, appearing far more disheveled than you, had been caught in the moment as he quickly covered up the girl laying beside him. A bloody fifth year practically nude in his bed, wearing absolutely nothing but your jumper.

He stared into your eyes, clearly at a loss for words. You, too, stood there simply dumbfounded. The room fell silent, nothing audible but the rapid rise and fall of your chest. You didn’t know what to do, what to say, what to think. All you could see was the supposed love of your life blatantly destroying every ounce of faith you once had in him.

Your hands shook with immense rage and shock, flying up to cover your mouth as you gaped at the sight. “How long?” You grit.

The fifth year scrambled to her feet, dressing herself as quickly as possible before fleeing the scene. A great idea, honestly, because you were on the verge of wringing her hookup’s neck.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry…”

“I said how long,” You repeated, now gripping onto the leather strap of your bookbag for dear life.

Seconds went by without a response, then a full minute. He couldn’t even look you in the eye while you stood in his doorway, demanding a response.

You scoffed, the tears welling in your eyes starting to drip as you slammed the door shut behind you. Four years of your life wasted in less than ten minutes, but who’s to say it was a one time fling.

Leaving his common room you fought the urge to scream, opting for a solid punch to whatever you could find first. Immediate regret shot through your arm once your closed fist made full contact with the brick wall. A small scream fell past your lips, the pent up frustration and agony simultaneously escaping you.

“Bloody hell, Y/N, what did it do to you?” Someone chuckled from behind.

Whipping your head around you found Draco Malfoy smirking just a few feet away, his smug expression dropping after noticing your reddened, watery eyes. You felt immediate relief, glad no one other than your closest mate had seen you in such a dark moment.

The rage came crashing down, replacing itself with a choked sob. “Draco he cheated on me.” You hiccuped, pressing both hands over your face.

Frantically wiping tears off your cheeks, you did your best to calm down. But the mere memory of them together in your bed, the bed where you once spent hours with him, 0nly made them fall faster.

You felt Draco’s arms envelop you by the shoulders, pressing your head against his shoulder as you cried. “Fucking git,” He grumbled, “What an absolute bastard.”

“A fifth year--He was sleeping with a fifth year.” You responded, muffled by Draco’s robes. “Couldn’t find it in himself to even explain, Dray, I hate him.”

Pulling away from you, he smoothed your dampened hair away from your face. “You’re coming with me.”

Without any time to refuse, or even question his motives, Draco led you by the hand back into the common room and straight back to your ex-boyfriend’s dorm room.

“Wait--” You dragged your feet, “What are you doing?”

He didn’t reply, taking you along with him. You hadn’t even made it completely down the hallway before he came into sight, shutting the door to your previous destination.

Before you could stop the inevitable, Draco pulled his fist back and landed a bone crushing blow to his face. “Dray!” You screamed, trying to put distance between the boys.

Your ex stumbled backwards, clutching his nose. He didn’t bother to fight back, the evident guilt on his face explaining it all. Draco was mid attempt on his next attack until you grabbed him by the arm, “That’s enough, he’s already bleeding!”

“Piece of shit,” He spat before turning on his heel, guiding you away from the scene.

“I do not condone violence,” You said once out of earshot, “Do you know how much trouble you could be in right now?”

Walking alongside you down the empty corridor, Draco replied with, “Not as much trouble as he’d be in if you’d let me have another go. I’d say it was worth the risk.”

He took you back to your dorm now that your tears had subsided and his sudden outburst was over with. Not once did he let go of your hand, his way of assuring you that someone was there, his form of protection.

Stopping just outside your door, Draco turned back to face you, “You deserve so much better, Y/N. You deserve someone that wants you and only you, and don’t you ever forget it.”

“That means a lot, Draco,” You whispered, feeling an onset of fresh tears. “Thank you.”

“I mean it. Absolutely none of this was your fault, and he’s a true dunce for ruining things.” He said, hands reaching up to tuck the hair behind your ears, “Need me to go fetch Ginny?”

You declined his offer, smiling softly, “I’m okay--I think--really, you’ve done enough for me tonight.”

“You sure?”

“A hundred percent.” You replied, “Just promise me you won’t go throwing punches again.”

Draco chuckled, his mischievous glint ever so obvious, “Unless you ask?”

“Unless I ask.”

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[all-or-nothing-baby]

GUESS WHAT?

I'M TRANS, BABY!

if anybody is interested in me waffling on about it, you can read more below the cut :)

otherwise, i'm still cassidy, still any pronoun you like bc i just really don't care and WISHING EVERYBODY A VERY HAPPY PRIDE! 🌈🌈 🌈

so, i've known forever that i'm a boy/man but have always vehemently stuck my fingers in my ears/head in the sand, as i think a lot of trans folx do—especially those of a certain age. i'm 40 and was born in the 80s, grew up in the 90s, and things really were very different back then.

i've also always known i was queer. my first kiss was with a girl—as were the next few— and i thought (even though i'd always felt i was a boy, like my brothers) that seeing as i was in appearance "a girl", that meant i must be a lesbian. then i realised i liked boys, too. so... bisexual? then i met a (closeted) trans person and fell for them. so... i started identifying as pansexual, which felt right for me.

then, at 17, i was in a relationship with a straight guy and fell pregnant...

at this stage, i started hiding all my queer tenancies, believing that i had to be a woman to be a mother. i didn't really have queer friends (i'd met the trans person through work) and wasn't on the queer scene, so was pretty naive about things.

so i threw myself into being the girlyest girl: through make-up, fashion, studying girls behaviour/mannerisms etc and copying them (which i'd always done to some extent).

this lasted through two more relationships, the latter of which gave me another child. only after this relationship broke down (6 years ago) did i let myself to begin figuring out who i was. i didn't have to pretend for anybody else's sake anymore, which had been SO exhausting (i totally think it contributed to the breakdown i had at the end of that last relationship. pretending to be somebody else [even when you're alone!] for literally years upon years, is the most draining thing e v e r).

slowly, i allowed myself to just be me. i came out 2 years ago as nonbinary on here and to my friends and some of my close family, to mostly kind and understanding reactions—which i know, sadly, certainly isn't every queer person's experience. i know just how incredibly lucky i am for that.

and, really, it's just grown from there. more thoughts and memories of the way i was/felt as a very young child have been returning, things i'd pushed down and just not allowed myself to feel or think about for all these years.

i started reading articles and watching YouTube videos of trans people's stories, people's instagram pics of their transitions... and finally allowed myself to remember who i am.

i'm cassidy and i'm a trans man :))

i've only come out to 2 my wonderful friends here on dumblr™, which was actually a while ago (you guys know who you are and how much ily) and two people in meatspace, very recently: another dear friend, and my mum; both of which were just fucking awesome and both their burning questions were "ooh, what are you going to change your name to?" lol.

thing is, i don't even know if i'll ever come out fully or transition, let alone change my name. it's so early tree me to know anything rn other than I'M TRANS. one thing i keep coming back to when i think about transitioning etc is "how can i rob my kids of a mother?". the idea of living as a man is SO incredibly new to me, that i don't really have any answers yet.

but i also know i don't need to have answers yet—i'm still busy asking myself all the questions!

the one thing i do know though, is how incredible all of you here are. and that's why i wanted to share this with you guys. you are the bestest of friends and closest of confidantes and the most friendly and accommodating bunch of absolutely wonderful misfits anybody could wish for.

so, if you've read this far *standing ovation*

and HAPPY FUCKING PRIDE!!! 🌈 ily all! ❤️

[astral-cataclysm]

what is bad future bow's story?

oops, totally forgot to answer this one, my b

so basically, she was made to be over-the-top edgy as a contrast to the usual happy, well adjusted hat/bow/mustache adult interpretations

its also (originally) a continuation of one of my au bows

i say this as a preface bc haha its edgy (and also long wow i did not realize how long this was)

Once Hat Kid finished collecting the last of the time pieces, it came time to say good-bye... only, Bow Kid wasn't so ready to leave. You see, Bow didn't have a home, or family back where Hat Kid was from. All her friends were here, on this strange little planet!

Bow wanted to stay.

Hat Kid didn't try to change her mind, and left on her own. Afterwards, Bow stayed with DJ Grooves and Conductor, becoming more invested in the movie making business. Over the years she got better at fighting, partially to make action scenes more believable, partially to keep the mafia from hurting her friend... More peculiarly, Bow began to develop and hone a powerful magic unbeknownst to the planet, portals, phasing, even The Snatcher dared not mess with her. For a time, she was happy.

But birds don't live forever.

After the directors' passing, Bow was swallowed by grief, and shut herself off from the world. Even Mu, who had become one of her closest friends, couldn't get through to her.

For some time, the movie studio was empty, save for Bow... and then, one day, it erupted into flames. Some tried to put out the fire, but they were too late, most of it was lost to the inferno. Then the questions arose, where was the girl? Where was Bow?

It was common knowledge she had been spending all her time in that building's empty halls, and yet no one saw her amidst the ashes. No one knew where she was and no one could find her.

Of course, she was there, at least, in the beginning. She would have likely died, had she not been pulled from the fire by a figure not even she could identify.

This unfamiliar figure offered her a job. With her abilities, she proved more than capable of offering the services they desired. It was simple, every now and then, she receives a target's name, and upon successful elimination of that target, she gets paid.

She didn't accept at first, she wasn't a monster! ... but it didn't take long for her to lose her integrity.

By the time Hat (formerly kid) returned to the planet, the Bow she knew was a distant memory.

[onigiri-dorkk]

Alright friends. Petra is another one I’m gonna add to the story. This is going to be a little Rivetra —> Rivamika dedication post

As a former Rivetra fan, Petra will always hold a sweet space in my heart. Based off of their interactions and sneaky/downplayed scenes, it's clear to me that Levi and Petra had some sort of mutual feelings/value for each other. It's obvious she had feelings for him of course, but people will still deny that Levi felt the same — however I can go on about how closely they seemed to interact, how they were always seen being with each other outside of the group scenes. What really sealed it for me back then was during the death scenes.

Levi was going through the forest following the Female titan, then saw the dead bodies of each member of his handpicked special operations squadron one by one. Time was of the essence chasing Annie, but he managed to still stop to stare and look at Petra's dead body. It was a moment of grieving; like it affected him the most out of everyone else.

Fast forward, when the Scouts were gathering all the dead bodies. There's a special line-up of four bodies — shortest to tall. The shortest body (Petra) was closest to Levi, and the imprint of a bite on a feminine hand was shown, further confirming it be Petra's. He tore the Scouts patch off of not all four of them, but ONE of them — and that was Petra's.

Levi isn't the type to hold onto mementos or things other than his cravat and this was huge for him to feel the need to keep a memento of Petra.

Then Deiter came along and effed up the mission lmao. Levi was injured at this time (because of his cuddles w Mikasa hehehehe jk) and when the idea was suggested to dump the dead bodies, he grasped at his injured leg implying he would rather go into battle again than agree to dumping the bodies… if he wasn’t injured. But he has no choice but to agree. And when they did it, he looked back and stared at Petra's body floating in the air before she hit the ground.

At the end of this… Deiter felt guilty for risking their lives and causing the scouts to dump all the bodies. Levi saw Deiter was in stricken grief, so he offered Petra’s! Freakin! Patch! to Deiter to ease him — and told him it was Ivan’s and not Petra’s 😭😭😭

Then obviously the Petra's dad scene... So freaking tragic.

Petra was sweet. I think her dynamic with Levi is a classic brooding-man with a bundle-of-sunshine/opposites attract trope. Kinda like Cloud and Aerith, or Kyo and Tohru. Which is always sweet, because you see the cold man start to become human lolol.

Basically my head canon is that they wanted to be together. But Petra died too quickly, and that has made Levi even more afraid of romance. This will be an added experience of his that will explain much of why Levi is afraid of love. Petra is that first-love kind of surface level thing; she helps him learn and be open to love (romantic love; bc that familial love came from Farlan and Isabel).

Mikasa, though, is that soulmate kind of love. The kind of love you know is supremely better than any love or feelings for others in the past. ON TOP OF THAT she is inhumanly strong and he can trust that she won’t die on him 😭😭

Kinda like Tifa to Cloud!!

Anyway :') Next chapter goes out in loving memory to Petra Ral. Petra, Mikasa wants to thank you for showing him love. <3 Mikasa's got it handled from here on now though ;)

[monsoonblooms12]

Priyotomo (Ethan Ramsey x f!MC)

Summary: The Last Day at Amazon and Ethan's first day back at Boston from Ethan and Pooja's POV

Priyotom(o/a): (Bengali) Dearest, Most Beloved

A/N: Time for another hopeless attempt at poetry!! Anyway, this is my take on Dr Ethan Ramsey running to the Amazons. I really hope that this is not absolute crap and makes so sense🧡

Thank you so much to Simone for Pre-reading! Love you Gurl🧡

If you enjoyed the story, please like it, leave a comment or reblog. Your feedback keeps me going🤎

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey X f!MC (Pooja Sharma)

Word Count: around 1.8K

Rating: General

Category: Angst

Warnings: (Very Brief) Mentions of blood, fainting and drinking

Title Inspo: Priyotomo Hai - Rabindra Sangeet (Rabindranath Tagore's composition)

OTHER WORKS

Pooja

16 years.

The date was displayed with vivid eloquence by the woody beige cubes that adorned the desk, posing a match with the minimalism of the room.

It was a preposterous fact.

Glassy ambers switched perspective in a progressive motion, and they interpreted the solitary shine of the table lamp on the transparent surface.

Four glowing smiles, two tiny toddlers sat on their parents' lap.

It does not feel surreal. Neither a tale of a bygone era.

It was not her past. It was her present, her life's gears were turned by this very photograph.

Her bracelet adorned hand held it close to her heart, which beat in a meteoric rhythm.

The cacophonous tunes from the fiesta painfully pierced through her reverie, cajoling her to close the mahogany doors that lead to her cocoon.

The flamboyant kantha stitched lehenga proved to be burdensome to carry.

With ponderous steps, Pooja settled down on the couch, pulling her feet to herself.

She wanted to be ten again. Not eleven.

Terminate the time when she could be that blithe girl, rolling dices with her mother.

But there was a specific reason why the reminisces came back stronger than any usual day.

Somewhere in the remote land, in a cholera-stricken district, a summery blue-eyed man spent his days in seclusion.

And occupied the chambers of her cerebral hemispheres.

What was the pain of being left alone with only emotions as a companion without as much as a message?

She wiped her cheek, only to discover the black of her eyeliner now adorning her fingers.

She had been crying.

When? She could not feel the tears that left smokey meanders on the map of her face.

The heartbreak and the circumstances had numbed her feelings. All she wanted was an embrace.

Why did his peach lips mark her as his if this was the end in sight?

She refused to accept it. The end.

She placed her foot down, not feeling the pierce of a pin fallen down against her skin.

Drops of scarlet marked her track as she retouched the smear of her face.

Time to go and socialize.

Ethan

Of everything to look at in the shiny cellular, his eyes now traced the pristine form of the lady who now inhabited every one of his senses.

The comely picture made her look ravishing and the adamant neurons started pulling out manila folders with her memories kept in them.

No. He cannot.

The fiery golden liquid disappeared faster than it had been poured.

He had found himself on the crossroad of whether to type out the words that played in a loop in his mind or not.

I miss you!

He always chose the latter.

He had already given her a false hope.

Of a future of them.

He did not want to do it again.

Only now he realizes that it was a hope he had given himself as well when he first took that sacred form of hers into his arms.

And that he ran away. Like a coward.

Ethan Ramsey the coward.

Who could not fight for them.

Who could not fight for her.

Who could not fight for Lo-

No.

He did not let the word complete. The very thought was dangerous.

Throwing the classy cylinder he had been holding with a deathly grip, he poured the last bit of that glass bottle in him.

And walked over hurriedly, the tiny glass pieces stabbing him, to again begin the reset.

One which would never complete.

Next Day

Pooja

The ethereal moon spread out the beams of serenity all over the ceremonious night.

It was a lively affair. Merrymaking and cultural programs went on, as she stood amidst the cheery atmosphere with a sombre expression.

In front of Pooja, was the masterfully sculpted idol of the Mother Goddess, standing majestically as the centrepiece of the celebration. She was the epitome of power, the Mahisasura Mardini.

The recollections of an unforgettable past come as paper-planes drifting in a gentle air, carrying the playfulness, a child's happy smiles. A time when her mother would take Pooja to the mythological lands through her words, and they would get lost like flying butterflies in fairytale land.

The tunes of Bengali music float in the gentle air, and she hums along. The first song her mom had taught her, also for a Durga Puja function. Her mom was deeply rooted in all of them, the culture of Bengal kept alive by her. She was the reason why Pooja could become a part of a community she takes pride in.

Even now, so many years later, things don't change. They hold on to these roots like they are holding onto their life, not letting them disappear.

It feels like holding onto her, keeping her alive.

Recreating a small piece of her favourite Kolkata in Bhopal.

But the aura of calm hid like the clouds covering the sun's shine. The piercing pain of heartbreak came back, the wound untreated.

The soft sand of her life's hourglass prickles, solitary grains floating to join their siblings. The wish of them defying gravity and going back to bring the 10th year of her life had never been so strong as it was now.

The heavy jewellery tugged at her ears, letting her know their presence and the styled hair gave her a throbbing headache.

Her tiredness and exhaustion, now fuelling back in her veins refusing to let her bring back that sense of peace she experienced moments ago.

Around her people wore phoney smiles. All they cared about was unimportant Tommy rot. Not a single one of them stepped back from criticizing the others behind their backs.

It was a saga of inflated egos, of constant competition, to make the next person look inferior.

She was tired.

Of people running away, Of abandonment, Of hopes getting dashed.

Why did his thoughts keep coming back? After all, he did make it clear, didn't he?

But did he really succeed? Did his efforts head? Did his heart finally give in to his relentless demand?

Did he really forget her?

All the messages that lay not replied, unheard voicemails, she was sure he had.

But that colour of his he left on her?

The piece of his heart that was protected by her?

Would he be able to forget them?

An earthen lamp flickered in front of her, bud she did no rush to save it.

If it goes out, then let it.

Just like the never-ending load shedding of her life.

But it didn't.

It was a wish, a hope that kept it alive.

The sweet nothings he had whispered to her, the gentle kisses he lined on her forehead.

They had promised her forever.

His being enveloped her, she doubted if it would ever break.

The hope of him & her flickers every now and then, just like the earthen lamp.

But did it go off?

It couldn't.

Because there was no wind strong enough to extinguish it.

The possibility of him and her.

The realization and a blackness hit her at the same time.

And as she fell, her mind held on to only it.

The possibility of him and her.

Ethan

If the Great Thinkers from BCs before were asked if going to a beer garden after spending 2 months in another continent and a 13hr long flight was a sensible thing to do, they would have watched the questioner in bewilderment.

And he agreed. He was not being sensible, not even 1%.

The urge to see her, to gaze at her moonly face, to know that she okay.

It had never been so strong. He felt his mind would give up on him if he could not locate her today.

Not that he had stopped the forgetting process, absolutely not.

It was just a solace, a bandage to the scars he had given himself.

That she would be okay even if he was not there with her.

Focus fixed on keeping his gaze as unhurried as possible, he looked around, putting the well-trained ears and eyes to work.

And then he saw them.

All her friends clustered at a table, merrily clinking beer bottles and sharing happy glances. His eyes pierced into the scene, but he could not locate her.

A step or two brought him close, the desperateness making his heart go crazy.

But the conclusion shattered every bit of sense and calm, dissipated the hope of getting to see here.

She was not here.

His face fell like someone who had lost the thing they hold the closest to their heart.

She, really, was not here.

He really wanted to ask the residents sitting at the table in question, to get some, any, news on her.

But his rational mind still existed, and it was the only thing that stopped him from going haywire.

She was not here.

He took out the notorious cuboid chiming in his pocket, full of satirical typed phrases his cerebrum refused to decrypt.

But it was adamant to get his attention.

A scoff escaped like a habit.

As if anyone could be powerful enough to take his attention away from her.

He was caught in a maze of her memories, his time in the continent thousands of kilometres away and the ghoul of feelings chasing him deeper into it, making him yearn for her solace, the moistness of a forlorn kiss on his forehead, the gentle swipe of a thumb to take his tears away.

His way was lost in there, every turn making him end up more challenged. But even if he did not want to, he had to find the way out.

His soul was like a thorn who could only hurt the tender flower that she was.

What he did not realize was that she was a rose, her being was amidst thorns.

She had the power to beautify them.

The click of the turn-on sound, brought him back to the piece of work his fingers were creating on the light emanating screen.

And in seconds that passed too fast, he saw his heart's treasure,

She was here.

Not in footsteps & whispers.

She was here.

Not in touches and kisses.

She was here.

Not in muscle and bone.

But in labyrinths of his heart, in filmstrips of his memory, in sensations that made him go wild,

She was here.

(With him forever, she was not the one to leave his side)

PS: I HC the end of 1st year of their residency being in Sept-Oct, which is the time of Durga Puja in India. And since Poo is half Bengali, and she never misses any tradition involving her mom's side of the fam, so she would not have been at Boston then. (Or take it as an excuse to increase angst potential) Anyway, Thank you so much for reading and I hope you have a great day ahead! Love, Manamee🧡.

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[mintseesaw]

northeast monsoon

pairing: god!jungkook x goddess!reader genre: fantasy, smut, slight angst, soulmate!au word count: 3.7k warnings: mature content, unprotected sex, brief mentions of the character’s health conditions, cursed!reader, son of the deity jungkook // 18+ summary: Jungkook, not out of ordinary, decided to celebrate his 24th birthday in his favorite place on earth, the closest place to heaven—on a mountain summit. However, even before he reaches the highest peak of the mountain range, he was trapped, enthralled, and coincidentally found his true nature.

note: the idea occurred to me earlier while i was at work yesterday used jk’s birthday as an excuse to pursue it and ignore my 36433 wips and drabble requests; short, steamy and a literal filth bc it’s unedited

Jungkook was lost.

His birthday seems to carry the bad luck today. His very first misfortune in his two year experience of mountain hiking. The moment he stepped foot on the soil of mountain range marks the start of a weird feeling sitting at the pit of his something. That he refused to acknowledge  because nothing bad happened to him before.

When they visited the homes of the natives on the foothill of the mountain to pay respect as inhabitants of the ancestral domain, the chieftain’s storytelling of the mountain’s cursed guardian sounded incredulous. He didn’t take it seriously nor think of it as a warning. He didn’t understand why the indigenous leader felt the need to tell them a folklore causing a delay on their activity.

Amongst the group of civilian trekkers, he was the only one who skipped the supposed ritual of spitting to the soiled ground and drawing a cross on foot on the same spot before entering the premises passed the small village. It was said to reverse the effect of any potential supernatural force against them.

Approximately 45 minutes after they started their trail onto the summit, he caught a swarm of fireflies flocking on a trunk of a humongous tree, seemingly in its hundred years of existence or more. But it wasn’t the insects that prompted him to stop and admire the view. It was the rare glow surrounding the tree that did. In his great fascination, he even loudly shared his discovery to the group. Their disinterest to the majestic tree dismayed him. Are they blind or something? It’s not everyday that they get to admire such beauty. For a solid few minutes, he was left dazed, stunned to see a tree before his eyes just like the one he had seen recently in a fantasy drama where there existed witchcraft and wizardry.

He’s not dreaming, is he?

When he finally snapped out of his reverie, the group was no longer in sight, leaving him there standing alone. At least, there’s a trace of footprints he could use to follow their tracks.

In silence, Jungkook couldn’t help but think back of the past, and the last bit memory he remembers when he woke up in a hospital bed with no recollection of his identity.

Four years ago, he was met with a major car accident with its impact resulting to hundreds of stitches in his chest, the only hideous scar he obtained after he was said to be hospitalized for a month. He not only developed a heart condition but was also diagnosed with a retrograde amnesia. He believes that his inability to recall his past memory marked the start of his vivid dreams occurring every night. Still, he was lucky enough to have his body remain in the best condition despite the lasting emotional and physiological damages it left him.

The endless dreams of mountains and forests led him to discover his fondness in scenery and the constant sense of emptiness becoming difficult to ignore. His newly found obsession with nature was enough to convince himself to start trekking, particularly mountains. Strange enough, he found the solitary in mountain peaks, of the scenery, and the cold climate in summits.  He found a temporary peace in the closest place to heaven from the constant ache that each of his bizarre dreams left his heart bruising.

It was not only his dreams that he finds peculiar. Although his mother had reminded him numerous times that it was his adolescent self who developed a liking to tattoos, he didn’t know what occurred to him in his teens to consider inking his body with unrecognizable symbols that even with a brief searching in google couldn't provide him what the underlying significance each mark carries.

Few minutes later, he found himself stopping at the same spot where he had taken his time admiring the tree. He didn’t know how it happened when he was only following the remnants of the collective footpath on the ground. If he perceived the situation odd, he didn’t acknowledge it until the third time he came back on the same spot, same view.

The fact that he’s always has this great sense of remembering directions whether it be in the road or in mountains, makes the situation even weirder. For the nth time, he took a glance at his wristwatch. A groan resonated through the eerie silence in the midst of the forest. He’s been walking in circles for almost two hours now.

The group might have been halfway through the summit at this point. The trail takes about 4-5 hours and he’s far behind them now. With a heavy heart, he decided to return back to the foothill.

The sun is at its highest peak above the sky, amplifying the dryness of his mouth from the heat of noon. Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to drink the remaining content in his flask.

The gust of wind brought by the monsoon is somehow mixing up his sense of direction. Some may find it strange, but he could feel the presence of wind oddly stronger than other human beings. Out of the ordinary, he could sense where the wind came from just by the mere blow of breeze passed his skin. Right now, he couldn’t put his extraordinary ability into good use because even with his attempt to go back down, he keeps returning to the same location.

Jungkook is lost. Somewhat, he’s trapped.

Now more than ever, he’s almost convinced some being invisible to the naked eye is playing him around. Jungkook lowered his rucksack on the ground, and started pacing back and forth as he tried to figure out how he’ll reverse the imaginary spell.

Even with the time passing by, the fireflies remained there, swimming around the trunk like they own it. If he’s trapped, someone or something might be responsible for this. Whether or not these stupid supernatural creatures are true, he needs to get out of here.

His foot stopped mid-step and fixated his glare at the old tree. What else would prove the peculiarity of the situation other than the mythical personified before his eyes.

“Come on, take back whatever spell you’ve casted on me. I’m not gonna destroy your home. This is an order, you devious creature.” Jungkook reprimands sarcastically as if the poor, ginormous tree can understand him in the human language.

There was nothing significantly remarkable about it if not only for the fairy dust-like glimmers surrounding it.

However, to his surprise, he suddenly hears the rustles of the leaves and cracks of branches echo through the stillness in the air as they pliantly bend over. He could feel the shiver run through his spine as he gathered what was happening to the tree. It is bending, its crown slightly crouched in front of him as if it was bowing down.

Jungkook staggers back in utter astonishment.

What the fuck is this sorcery? Is he dreaming?

He blinks furiously, trying to deduce the realness of the scene in front of him.

Soon after, he felt another surge of force-like brush of the wind against his skin, kindling tingles and goosebumps to appear on his skin. Dust swirls like a whirlpool in the air as weightless dead leaves harshly dance above the ground before they fall back down. To make things more incredulously mad, out of nowhere, a blinding form comes into sight near the trunk.

As its gleam dies down, the next thing his eyes have captured is the most enchanting being he has ever seen in his life.

A goddess.

She leans forward, her shimmering palm rubbing up and down on the rough texture of the trunk, as if the bewitching creature is consoling the seemingly submissive native species. Whether or not the goddess is upraising its spirit, he couldn’t be sure.

In quiet amazement, he watches the beauty just a few meters away from him while his presence remains hidden. Long silky hair in beautiful waves flowing with its end touching her lower back. It’s shade resembles that of the dead leaves with seemingly fresh petals and leaves decorated as accessories on her hair. Almost brandishing her as a forest goddess. With her side facing his front, Jungkook could clearly see the swell of her breasts with her thick locks keeping her peaks hidden like an enthusing mystery.

As if abiding by whatever the goddess had said, the crouched tree slowly returns back to its natural form. And just as the goddess turns her back at him, ready to vanish into the thin air, he scurried forward.

“Wait!” Jungkook shouts, hurriedly calling their attention despite hardly recovering from the peculiarity of the scene in front of him.

You only responded with a side glance, just enough to see him in your peripheral vision.

Jungkook took it as his cue to garner more of your attention, “You’re a goddess?” He says with his tone clearly filled in awe.

As if his naive question took you by surprise, you whirled around. When you did, it was like there was an invisible electrifying sensation that struck him the moment your eyes landed on him. The tremor of sparks immediately radiating in his body.

She’s such an exquisite sight, Jungkook gawked. Cting you as his example, none of the illustrations he’d seen on the internet had given justice just how beautiful goddesses are in real life. In real life! 

When you spoke for the first time since you appeared in his vision, he was quickly snapped out of daze.

“You can see me? How… you mortals do not have the ability to see us.” You say breathlessly, bewildered to have met the eyes of a mortal for the first time since time immemorial. No living mortal can and will see you, unless you have opted to be seen.

Jungkook’s mouth parted. You said no affirmation. Yet, the way you addressed him as a mortal only meant one thing.

“You’re really a goddess!” He exclaims, still stunned.

“Go back to the land. The fairies will guide you the way.” You said with a simple directness, having no intention to unravel the mystery of his identity and why he seemed to carry power in him. Just as you uttered those words, the fairies appeared from the crown of the tree.

“No, wait! I’m not gonna leave until you answer my questions.”

Your head shook and with firm persistence, you say, “I am no guardian of a mortal like you. Leave the mountain before another fairy casts a spell on you. If that happens, you will never return to your home.”

Jungkook held his arms out. “I’m not here to harm anyone or anything.”

As the wind continues to swirl around the two of you, the long locks of your hair resting over your chest continue to sway pliantly in the wind’s direction.

At some point, Jungkook caught a vaguely familiar mark decorated on your skin just below your shoulder blade. On the same spot of one of his marks which mirrors yours.

“I am the guardian of this shelter and supernatural beings that live here. I cannot fill your curiosity nor have the power to keep you safe against them.”

Jungkook could perfectly hear you, but his focus had zeroed in to your shoulder. To see the exact resemblance of his mark on yours is a different story. You’re wrong, definitely wrong because you are the answer to his dreams.

Jungkook suddenly peels off his waterproof jacket while dragging his feet toward your direction.

The swell of your breasts entice him almost too painfully that his cock twitches from the mere sight of your glowing skin in complete nudity. As if they were inviting his palms to touch them. And even with your orbs glinting with subtle surprise, your face remained expressionless.

Why, he finds it fascinating. You have bewitched him!

Your confusion only lasted for a couple seconds until the last layer of fabric was taken off of his upper body. But it was replaced by a thunder striking discovery, gasping as your eyes landed on the flesh-colored, slit-like scar on his chest similar to that of the Deity’s symbol. Lightning bolt.

Jungkook met your eyes, thinking you’ve already recognized the identical marking on his skin.

When he parts his mouth to speak, you beat him to it.

“You’re not a mortal.” You revealed, still astounded.

“W-What?” Jungkook stopped in his tracks.

It couldn’t possibly be. The children of the Supreme Deity are no mortals. The God of the sea, the Ruler of the stars and moon, the Owner of the soon, the twin Gods of love and beauty, the Prince of the earth and the deity’s successor, and the missing guardian of the wind have no mortal blood. That you’re certain of. But the missing god... does it mean he’s the missing guardian of the wind?

Your gaze sifts through the generous amount of inks on his arms where the secrets of his power lie beneath the layer of the markings. The God of love have revealed this to you once several years when you dared question the reason why his body is decorated of inks, unlike other gods you have seen.

When your eyes shifted upward to his shoulder blade, you felt your heart tightens in an almost unbearable grip for the first time since the Deity has cursed you.

“Soulmate,” you reveal for the second time.

Jungkook’s eyes went round. “S-Soulmate?” He stutters.

You reach out and touch the ink of your bond on his skin. And just like that, Jungkook visibly shudders at the minimal contact.

Your eyes glossy from moisture. “I’ve been waiting for you.” You confessed.

He took one bold step forward, cupping your elegant face in his palms.

“Heavens, you’re so beautiful. How could I possibly believe that I’m rewarded with a soulmate like you? Tell me, I’m not dreaming.” He says with wonder glinting in his eyes.

He inches his face closer until your noses are touching. “If I only knew you’re waiting for me, I should’ve come here sooner when I began having those weird dreams. Fuck, let me kiss you, princess.” He groans, unable to wrap his head around with the revelation. He still has yet to ask what you meant when you said he’s not a mortal, but right now, he doesn’t care what his true identity is.

He needs to taste you.

And so he did, capturing your mouth in a flash, and taking your breath away as he pushes his tongue into the caverns of your mouth.

“So sweet,” he murmurs against your mouth. “You taste so sweet, princess.”

But the moment was cut short as he felt a searing pain in his chest. He jerks back as his body contorts in agony.

Jungkook hisses as the pain all too quickly rushes in his blood, the sensation numbing his entire body. With his eyes clenched tightly shut, he failed to witness the glow beginning to exude from each ink on his arms, the most vibrant glimmer coming from the mark on his chest that symbolizes his birthright.

His power is trying to rouse back through his mortal senses. Your glimmering fingers cautiously graze the bond on his skin, exploring the effect of your touch to him. 

The tingles that radiate through his veins left him whimpering and wanting more, more of it to distract him from the unbearable ache.

“Please touch me…” He writhes, sharply drawing a breath in and out.

You lower your head and let your mouth touch the bond. A ripple of tingles slither through him almost instantly, involuntarily making him shiver from the newfound sensation. He could feel the rush of blood going straight to his cock inside his pants. He needs more.

As if you heard his silent pleas, your tongue darts out of your mouth, swirling around the spot to soothe his aches. Jungkook’s hands curl over your back, closing the distance between your bodies, leaving no way for him to not feel your breasts on his chest. In daze, he looked heavenward, mouth parted back as gasps proceeded to stumble out of his mouth deliriously. With the pain drowned by the pleasure that your sensual licks carry, he tears your mouth off of his skin just to crash his mouth to yours in a searing kiss.

He lets his instincts rule him out, and there’s one thing he wants more than anything else than to permanently mark your body his, to seal the bond that will eternally link your souls together.

“I need you so much, Princess. Tell me you want this, too. Otherwise I’ll leave and will never bother you, again.” He says in a whisper against the corner of your mouth.

The harmless threat of his words stirs alarm in you, giving him the answer he wants to hear almost instantaneously. “I’m yours, please have me. Do as you wish to my body.”

He groans, loving the way you call him yours. “Jungkook,” he whispers against the plump skin of your glowing cheek, “Say it. Say my name, Princess.” He demands softly.

“Jungkook,” you utter breathlessly.

His chest vibrated as the growl rang through the emptiness of the forest. “Fuck, you’re so perfect, my goddess.”

Jungkook sweeps you off in his arms, and with a few, calculated steps, he laid you over his thrown jacket on the ground. Another groan tears out of him just as he parted your legs, with your bare, leaking center exposed right before his hooded eyes.

Unceremoniously, he braced himself on top of you, sucking the raven mark on your skin. His fully aroused member is freed with a pop of his button and a one forceful pull of the waistband of his trousers.

He wasted no more passing second and impulsively align the red tip of his mad cock on your entrance. With a calculated thrust of his hips, he sinks his member to your warm tightness, releasing a heavy sigh in relief as the heat of your hole equally envelops all throughout his body despite the chills brought by the gust of the wind.

Jungkook catches one of your peaks with his mouth as you get lost to the heat of the intimacy. He didn’t know if goddesses such as his enchanting soulmate can conceive like mortals do or if there are other methods to reproduce but it’s never a waste of his fluid to try and test the theory. After all, if your words bear truth, he may not be a human like what he actually thought he was.

Your heavenly mewls coax him to penetrate in you deeper, until your cries have intensified and your body writhes helplessly beneath him.

With each roll of his hips colliding against your pelvis, your delightful cries have become more profound, unrestrained, enough to flare warmth right straight to his abdomen. Jungkook rests his forehead just below your temple, murmuring sweet confessions to you, the owner of his soul and inevitably soon, his heart.

He guided your legs around his waist, giving him the access to ruthlessly pound into you deeper. And then something snaps out from him.

All the gentleness of his movements have evolved into something more carnal—feral, manifesting the strength of his true nature.

God of the wind, son of the Supreme Deity. The longer his body connects with your immortal form, the luminescence emitting on his skin becoming more vivid.

“Jungkook!” Another scream tears out of you. Tears cascading from your eyes from both pain and pleasure.

With his godly powers spurring during the intimate joining of your bodies, his strength turns more powerful that no human would possibly ever survive from. You could never match the godliness of a deity’s son, but your supernatural strength was able to neutralize the surge of his energy and entwines the intensity with yours.

The God of the wind continues to rock you closer and closer to the end, with the thought of his future with you, you carrying his children, you and no one else.

He senses the buildup tension in your stomach with your head tossing restlessly from side to side.

And in a suck of your bond with his mouth and a flick of your bud in your center, you exploded so powerfully around his cock. Jungkook chases his end while the rush of your euphoria continues to spark in your veins, giving your body an exceptional glow.

He reaches the peak of pleasure with an animalistic growl reverberating on his chest, locking your hips immobile to make sure your walls greedily take in every drop of his cum. He’d want to breed you with his children.

“My sweet goddess, you’re amazing.” He praises, nuzzling on the thick, wavy locks of your hair.

Jungkook didn’t miss the squeeze of your palm on his waist. He let your wandering hands trace the length of his body. But he pulls away when you spoke.

“Will you leave me after this?” There is sadness hinted at the tone of your voice.

He tilted your chin up with his fingers, studying your features. “Of course not, how can you say that?”

You smile weakly, the grief dancing in your eyes making his chest tightens. “I’m not as powerful as you are. You are the son of the deity, you can… reject our bond and choose any goddess as you wish. Whereas, I only have one eternal soulmate and that’s you. But…”

Even with the truth unraveling right before him, he could only focus on your grief. Why is someone as perfect as you hold so much moroseness in your heart?

“But?”

“This mountain is my world. I’m eternally cursed to guard this shelter.” Your lips quiver in fear. His thumb grazes your lower lip as his arm tightens over your back. The tale told by the chieftain crosses his mind. The cursed guardian is you.

“Oh princess, do you think anything else will convince me to live without you in my life? I’ll be wherever you need me to be. Goddess or not, I will never let you out of my sight forever.” He vows, sealing the promise of eternity with a power-clashing kiss.

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