#but deep down i fear they wont give it to us

[planetariumx]

no bc u guys are feeding my delusions with these Eddie theories 😭 i dont wanna get my hopes up just to be disappointed

[st4rtar0t]

Your love story and the movie it resembles

With your future partner

ever wondered how would your love story be with your future spouse? and what movie would it be similar to? I will be honest as someone who romanticizes love this question as kept me awake on many nights and has made me daydream a lot. SO as a result I have decided to make a pac on this topic. I hope you enjoy this reading and support my blog so that I can come up with more interesting pick a cards.

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Picture 1

Okay so as soon as i started this reading i got the message that most people who chose this picture may not have had an actual relationship in a sense that you might have felt as if something was always lacking or you may not have been treated right in a relationship. And i do see that you have a unexplainable fear that maybe the person you will fall in love with wont fall for you? or you may doubt their affection for you as you seem to have severe trust issues. You may be the kind of person who doubts love but is also dreaming about it. you may show as if you don't believe in love or that money matters more for you but you know deep down that is not true.

I also sense that this group is divided into two subgroups as this group seem to have two similar yet different love stories.

group one : you guys may be a Virgo, cancer or Sagittarius sun moon or rising. You guys can have medium to short curly hair. you may have a mole on your arm or right shoulder. You may have a small friend group consisting 3-4 people including you. one of your friends can be of different race or religion. Some of you may be in high school or 1st-2nd year of collage. Pumpkin and grapes may be significant for you.

your love story : There may be a sense of "saving the other" in your love story. you know how a person is suffering and the other person comes into their life and saves them that is the vibe that I am getting from your love story. Your future spouse may enter you life when you will be dire need of help or when you will be suffering or vice versa. You may be the damsel in distress, but i see that You wont ask your future spouse for help intentionally. You are someone who wont ask for help no matter how much they are suffering and your future spouse is someone who WANTS to help other no matter what but they have been used by a lot of people because of this. They are well aware of the fact that people only approach them because of their personal benefit and this makes them quite upset. But but but i also sense that they would want to help not financially but emotionally. They would want to help you with everything they can and this may be the one of the majors reasons why you will fall for them. They will help you find purpose in your life again. They will make you fall in love with life.

SO the movie that resembles your love story is EK VILLAIN. This is an Indian movie and I would suggest you to watch it. i wont spoil it for you if you have not watched it yet, but leave out the parts that don't resonate with you.

Group two : You guys can be a Taurus, Leo or Aries sun moon or rising. you may have a mole of your back or on one side of your neck. You guys may have long dark hair or dark brown hair that reaches past your armpits. You may have a fear of lizards or any kind of reptile. i sense that some of you may be studying business or you plan to start you own soon? You may have gold jewellery that you wear regularly.

Your love story : As I said earlier both these groups will have a similar yet different love story and the sense of "saving the other" is also present in this group but the only difference is that you will be the one who will save your future spouse/partner. They may be really popular or into music because i see that they have a good singing voice. You guys can also work in the same field or profession. I see that you guys will encourage them to give their best when they may feel low or when they may doubt themselves. I see that you will be their biggest supporter and this will make them fall deeper for you. They will admire how passionate you are about what you do. If you are in a creative field, they may use you as their muse. I also sense that they will be writing songs and poems for you because they seem to have a talent for writing. You guys will work together and earn a lot of money and fame.

So the movie that resembles your love story is AASHIQUI 2. This movies was released in 2013.

Noticed how the actress in both the movies is same? so you may have something in common with her.

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This is the group of misunderstood people lol. I see that people always try to find flaws in you or blame you for the things that have nothing to do with you. But i also sense that you someone who jumps into conclusions and overthinks their situation. Things may not be as they appear. You are someone who has lost a lot of people that were close to you and you don't want to go through the same pain again, so as a result you have put a wall between you and other. And now you don't care if people misunderstand you or spread rumours about you. I also sense that you are independent, you don't like asking anyone for help, You would rather do the things by yourself than ask for help.

Okay so for the people who chose this picture I see that and your future partner may not have a good first impression of each other or there may be some past experiences that you both share that are not so ideal. Or you guys may meet in an environment that is not to ideal for a first meeting? but whatever it may be I sense that you guys will remember your first meeting and laugh out loud.

Do you guys have a one sided love story or have you ever been in this situation? because I see that most of you have liked somebody who already had a girlfriend/boyfriend or somebody they were talking to OR I see that you had a huge crush on one of your friends and he/she were already into somebody so you thought is would be better to forget them.

I am getting friends to strangers to friends to lovers. Its really complex and complicated. But yes it seems as if somebody else was involved in your love story and no I am not talking about third party situation. its more of a "yes I like this person and I am talking to them" from their side and "you are my friend and I like you but wont tell you because you like somebody else so I wont tell you" OR "yes I like you but wont tell you because I don't want to ruin our friendship" from your side. But I sense that they will realise their feelings a lot later and when you wont be talking to them. I also sense that you may move away from them to forget them or you may even move to another country for job or education.

But we all know how the universe works in strange ways that you may have never considered. So you will end up meeting them again but in a different way as compared to before. And they will be the one to express their love for you and will do everything to win your heart.

So the movie that resembles your love story is KUCH KUCH HOTA HAI and a little bit of DDLJ. Both these movies have the same acter and actress. But the plot is not same its similar with slightly different storyline.

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Some of you may also be interested in Picture 1

Are you sure you are interested in this love reading? because your energy is telling me otherwise. I am shocked to see you reading this because it seems as you are starting to hate the word love, and honestly I don't think you are at fault because if I was going through the same things that you have been through/are going through, I would hate it too. You have experienced love and I am not talking about romantic love, I am talking about platonic love. The kind of love you are supposed to receive from your family and friends. And now as a result of that, your perception of love is completely messed up.

But I have a good news for you, you have been blessed in money sector of your life and this abundance in money sector will be the love you yearn for. Now you are only focusing on your work and career, you are taking all the required steps to achieve your dreams and goals. And while you are focused on this sector of your life you wont notice how the universe will bless your love life with a partner that will move mountain for you. And the most beautiful thing is, YOU NEVER HAD TO ASK FOR IT. yes there were times when you cried yourself to sleep because you could not feel loved but unknowingly it all made you stronger.

Now lets talk about your love story with your future, So as I have already talked about how you will meet them when you will focusing on yourself and your dreams. And I also see that they will be the first one to fall in love and realise their feelings. And the most interesting thing is they will make all the efforts needed to prove their love for you. They wont approach you with a love offer first and wont shove their feelings into your face as in "Hey i love you, lets get married" no it wont be like that, in fact they will approach with the offer you helping you or being your friend first. They will admire how sweet and caring you are despite the things you have been through, You will fill them with inspiration and hope that there are still nice people in this world who make this world a better place with their existence. They will support you in you work and offer new ideas. Some of you are really intuitive so you will know who person may be or will be. Your future partner will admire the way you handle tough situations and problems thrown your way with ease. You are someone with hard exterior and really soft interior and this will intrigue your future partner as it is really hard to find genuine people with good intentions these days.

You love story gives me the trope of black cat and golden retriever energy with you being the black cat here and them being the golden retriever. Its honestly so cute!! and I am so happy for you guys. You guys deserve the world. okie I think i am getting distracted, so lets get back to the reading, Your love story will be something that will remind people of a fairy-tale.

So the movie/movies that resemble your love story is RAMAIYA VASTAVAIYA 2013 and GHAJINI 2008. Yes as i said this wont resonate 100% with your love story but there will be similarities.

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[runningmunson]

Monster in The Stories

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Female!Reader Word Count: 1.1k Summary: Aemond's young children see his eye for the first time scaring them. He becomes insecure about being a monster to them but you reassure him that wont ever be true. Warnings: Swearing, insecurities, angst to fluff

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Aemond’s skin bothered him greatly today. His patch rubbed at the scar in all the wrong ways causing him a lot of pain. He chose to ignore his duties for the day and stay inside the safety of his own chambers. It was the only place he truly felt comfortable enough to leave his face bare, hoping the fresh air would help soothe the irritation where his eye had once been. This left him time to think about the little family he had created.

You and Aemond had two beautiful children, the spitting image of their father in every way. Rhaegar was your firstborn son, now the age of three. Then there was Vaera, your eight-month-old daughter. They were his pride and joy. Aemond tried hard not to be absent like his father, instead opting to be a constant presence as much as he could for what the court demanded of him.

Little Rhaegar’s legs tried to keep up with your own as you carried Vaera to your room, unaware that Aemond was already there. When you opened the door, you saw your silver-haired husband sitting at his desk reading. Rhaegar ran off to play, so you sat Vaera on the floor to allow her to crawl and joined your son.

She made her way over to her father, using his leg to stand up. He reached down to pick her up into his arms and smiled at her, “hello, my sweet girl.”

He forgot that he was not wearing the eye patch that he never took off around his children. This was a mistake seeing as the second Vaera looked at her father's face, she let out a piercing scream, not recognizing him, and began to wail.

Rhaegar ran over to see why his sister was crying, and you followed behind. Another mistake because Rhaegar began to cry as well. “Mama, papa hurt!”

You looked over to your husband and gasped, “Aemond, you don’t have your patch on!”

His face dropped. Guilt set in as he looked between the two when he realized he was the cause of their tears. He tried to comfort Vaera, but it only made the screaming worse. The baby was quickly shoved into your arms as he stormed out of the room, roughly shoving the leather over his head.

“Wait! Aemond, I didn’t mean-,” you cried out, but you were met with the door slamming, leaving you to calm your children.

You knew better than to follow him. Aemond often needed time alone to process things, so you tried not to hover and give him space. If he wanted to talk about it you let him come to you.

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Aemond wasn’t at dinner that evening. Your mother-in-law questioned his absence, but you made an excuse that he wasn’t feeling well. The sun had long set before you made your way back to your shared chambers. The nannies had already taken the children off to bed for the night.

You were surprised to find him in the room, sitting in a chair in front of the fireplace, nursing a cup of wine. His gaze was fixated on the soft orange glow the flames gave off and so deep in thought that he did not hear you come in.

The click of the door shutting made him turn to look at you. His lips were drawn in a steady line, no emotions shown, which made it difficult for you to read him at that moment. You stood in place near the door as you held your breath, not wanting to approach him for fear of possibly angering or upsetting him. A sigh of relief was heard from your mouth when he held his hand out wanting you to join him.

You walked over and he pulled you onto his lap, securing an arm around your waist while the other rested on the arm of the chair. You looked at him, but he refused to meet your gaze, “Are you alright?”

“I am as well as one can be for someone whose children now fear them,” he chuckled bitterly.

“Aemond… they don't fear you,” you sighed, but knew you were not convincing.

He ignored your comment, “I always knew I would receive looks and judgment from the fucks of the court, but I got used to it, growing thick skin. I guess I suppose I never imagined I would go through it again with my own children, knowing that I look like the monster they will hear about in stories. You were there; you saw how terrified they were of me.”

“They’re young, Aemond. They don’t yet understand, and they certainly don’t mean you any harm. They are not used to seeing you uncovered because you have never shown them anything else,” you tried to reason with him, but once your husband thinks something it's hard to undo.

His jaw clenched, “I know, but it does not make it any easier. I never showed them because I did not wish for the reaction I received today.”

“You aren't a monster. And how could our children not learn to love it when I will make sure they will grow up hearing the stories of how their brave father lost his eye to gain the world's largest dragon?” You smiled at him softly. You reached your hand up to his patch, attempting to take it off, but he grabbed your wrist to stop you.

“Will you not grant your loving wife’s wish to see her husband’s face? All of it? I don’t get to see the real you enough,” you raised your eyebrows. He sighed but reluctantly let go.

“You’re infuriating, you know that, right?” He replied. He reached behind his head and pulled it off.

“Ah! There he is, the most handsome man in all the seven kingdoms. Have I ever told you that your scar is quite… alluring?” You beamed with sincerity in your voice.

Aemond rolled his eye and shook his head. He tried to look annoyed, but that didn’t stop the feeling of butterflies in his stomach and the small smile that played on his lips. Despite all these years of knowing each other, you never failed to make him feel loved, valued, and appreciated.

“What is that? Is-is that a smile I see coming from the big scary Aemond? Oh my, whatever will we do?” You giggled.

He stood up, almost making you fall from his lap. You felt arms around your legs. You were suddenly lifted off the ground and thrown over his shoulder letting out a squeal. He walked over to the bed and tossed you, your body landing on the plush bed.

“I don’t enjoy being made fun of,” he smirked, playing along.

“Is that so? And what are you going to do about it?” You smirked.

“Do not worry, my dear. I have all night to punish you.”

[serene-sun]

𝔐𝔲𝔰𝔥𝔶 𝔐𝔞𝔶 𝔇𝔞𝔶 24: “𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔣𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔭”

Pairing: Aether/mountain

Sum: earth ghouls are very emotional after being summoned

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“He’s crying again,” ifrit says

“Yeah,” Aether sighs as he moves the curtain out of his view of the window again, “He wont come inside either, even when it’s raining.”

“Well, he must come in at some point to eat, just have to wait him out.” Dewdrop says as he also looks out the window.

The newly summoned earth ghoul had been crying under the weeping willow tree for more than two days now. Earth ghouls were known to be extremely personal and protective over friends and family. Just like quintessence ghouls, they held deep bonds with things they loved. So it was a point to time they called “the weeping willow phase” of when the earth ghoul mourned the loss of both their habitat and their people.

It could be hard for them to find a new beloved, so this period would last until they bonded with their new pack mates.

“He doesn’t have to eat, remember?” Ifrit nods as he unfolds his arms, “Earth ghouls are so stubborn, they always find a way to outgrow their issues but still get so emotional.” He says as he puts a hand on aethers back, motioning that he was leaving.

After Ifrit left, Dewdrop looked up to Aether, “What are we going to do? It was easy to bond with Ivy because he didn’t like all of the ants getting on him so he stayed inside. But I’m afraid our new friend will run off.”

“I know…” Aether sighed again as his vision relaxed into the golden red sky that caressed the ministry as the sun started to fall into the mountains.

“I’m not the best at….talking….but you-“ Dewdrop thought, “I mean you were kind of made for talking to others.” The water ghoul smiled awkwardly, they weren’t the best at talking one on one as most of them were either shy or anxious if not both.

“I’ll talk to him, just tell Papa that we’re still trying before he gives up on us.” Aether chuckled at the end, he rubbed the base of his horn in frustration on the situation.

Terzo was a great leader, but he was known to grow impatient rather quickly.

“It’s getting a little chilly out here, why don’t you come inside?” Aether said softly as he walked up to the earth ghoul.

With a flinch, the whimpering ghoul peaked a teary eye out of his tucked arms from his knees. He looked at aether, not with fear, with sadness as another cry strung out of his sore throat.

A gently breeze hushed the sounds of the ministry as the long strand of vine and leaf from the willow tree blew like hair in the gentle summer breeze, Aether kneeled down beside him.

“I know it’s difficult, but you must continue.” Aether said with a frown as he placed a hand on the ghouls shoulder.

The earth ghoul was large, tall as a matter of fact and long eyelashes that collected his tears of his puffy eyes. The ghouls hair was dark, a sort of brown that shifted green highlight in the flittering light of the setting sun. Skin, a neutral green with darker pigmented spots as his veins showed through his pale skin like small vines that blended in with the moss that spread across his finger tips and around his joints. His ears pointed, many chips and cuts that covered him like a story book. His eyes were a piercingly soft purple like a cluster of amethyst. The earth ghoul curled up into a ball more as he rubbed his nose, a tear falling down the apple of his cheek.

Aether sat beside him against the hunk of the tree, “if you come inside, I will get you better clothes and you wont have to get all wet from the rain like you did last night.”

The ghoul couldn’t deny that sounded wonderful, but he couldn’t get the images of his life in the pit out of his memory. But something urged him to let a hand slowly fall from his own embrace and trail down into the dirt to pick one of the flower bulbs. He held it in his hand gently, brining it up beside Aethers face as it suddenly bloomed a white blossom that swirled with life as it paralleled the quintessential ghouls white iris.

Aether was amazed a little, his heart fluttered and ached for the sadness dripping from the ghouls aura, soiling the soil and atmosphere.

“It’s beautiful, we have plenty of plants in the greenhouse.” Aether strikes a conversation, “But tell me, why must you stay attached to this fair tree?”

He lays the flower back on the ground, the bloom quickly fading as his touch leaves the plant.

“Salix Babylonica,” the ghoul finally speaks a soft but deep whisper as he rubs a tear from his porcelain face, “Mountain is covered with them this time of year.”

“Your right, they are,” Aether smiles as he looks up the tree and it’s branches draped with green, “Mountains, like you, are very strong and steady.”

The earth ghoul shakes his head, “I was I was like a mountain, sturdy and responsibility, beautiful and peaceful.” He traces a root in the ground with his finger, “But im not, im emotional and unwise.”

“I simply doubt that, if anything i think you are more a mountain than any other earth ghoul I’ve met.” Aether says, placing his hand on the ghouls

Earth looks up at Aether, “I’m not sad to loose my life in the pit, I never knew anyone there who was nice.” He admits solemnly.

The quintessence ghoul looks at him with pity, he knew the pit was rough even fore ghouls, “Then why must you weep?”

“I’m sad because I don’t have anything to loose, and now I must live in a world where there is more life to remind me of how lonely and out of place I am.” He says, letting down his guard now that aether was that close to him.

Earth ghouls were usually very short and small, smaller than water ghouls. He was abandoned from his pack due to them thinking he was a water ghoul for his height and quick growing hair.

“That doesn’t matter now, if I had room to say amongst all of the people here than id say you fit perfectly among these misfits we call ourselves.” Aether laughed softly as he stood up, “Come, I think you would enjoy some fresher clothes.”

Earth stood up with a soft smile, “If you say so, but…I don’t even have a name..how will i belong?”

“I think I found one,” Aether says as he takes his hand and walks with him on the brick path to the ghoul quarters.

“I think Mountain is a great name,”

[cattonicdragon]

could you do mantis, tigress, viper, po, shen, tai lung, kai x a white peacock reader that can manipulate all forms of physics? For reference, the White Peacock Reader has the ability to manipulate all forms of physics regardless of laws. Other have sent you this type of question, so I am sending you this type of question. And I love your stuff too.

mantis,tigress,viper,po,shen,tai lung and kai x white peacock reader who can manipulate all forms of physics

I'm glad you like my stuff! And of course I can

Not been proof read yet I just wanted to post it 😭

Mantis

He finds you beauty and grace very admirable

You fight with such ferocity and grace it's almost unbelievable

He thinks that your powers are really cool but also really scary since they dont abide to any of the laws

Meaning you can do things that shouldn't physically be possible

Thinks that your some kind of God or something,maybe you've just been blessed by the gods

Not to much sparing,he fears that hell be crushed before he can even move

He asks to trace the patterns on your feathers(if you have any patterns)

He wonders if your tail can get in the way when fighting

Your fighting style is literally drop dead gorgeous

Saw you phase through a wall once,cant unsee it

Scary for in battle but very useful as an ally

He asks if you know why your white instead of the usually colours

Very curious about you

Your very mysterious

Tigress

She finds your beauty breath taking but remembers during battle not to be distracted

Shes curious of how you got your powers,did you learn them?,if so who was your master?,were you born with them?,does it run in your family?

Lots of questions

Training constantly

You've bested her more times then she cares to admit

She'll say that you cheated

Shes not saying that because she thinks you incapable,shes just saying that to try and mend her wounded pride

Her leg has phased through you and she lost the match because her brain practically stopped working for a minute or so

She likes to stay on your good side,mainly because she genuinely fears your powers

She believes that you can control them well but the things you can do,shouldn't be humanly/animaly possible

She likes to help clean your tail if you allow her

She wonders how you can fight with such a big tail

She fears fears what people will say when she tells them she lost a match to you,so you tell her that she can say you lost sometimes

She finds it scary and impressiv how much you can do,you can control things like the weather,solid matter etc.

She asks about your origins and if there may have been a particular reason as to why you were born as a white peacock with such immense power

Viper

brought to you by the same gif,again

As a previous ribbon dancer she likes to see the art in different peopls kung fu/fighting style,which meand she loved the way you fight

Such precision and beauty

She thinks your way to overpowerd

Like if you wanted to you could legit just walk on water

Dont like cold noodles?,ok lemme just,heat that up for u rq

She likes to stay relatively on your good side

She will ask to put flowers in your feathers,if you allow her to she will be ecstatic

Such a sweet heart

If you give her a feather as a gift of luck she may just pass out

If you have any patterns on your feathers she likes to trance them with her tail or just look at it

Shes scared to get priced by your sharp talons in battle/sparing

Loves your feathers

Shes curious to your feather colour being white but wont dig or think to deep about it

She just puts it down as being an unique quality of yours

Your tail can get annoying every so often

She likes how you input your tail into your fighting style

Po

Your white feathers give him a tad bit of PTSD

He find the way you fight majestical,almost as if hes watching a play

He likes your feather and asks how you keep them so clean

He would be very hesitant with you sometimes due to the fact you remind him of someone

He thinks white suits you

Hes very surprised,fascinated and intrigued apon finding out about your powers

Your powers are like nothing hes ever seen before and he loves it

He likes to have long training sessions with you to try find a weakspot

He wants you to try teach him

Even if you tell him it's your genes and not taught he will still ask,there no hurt in trying

Liked your tail but it is very big

He likes making noodles for you both and sitting under a tree on a rainy day,knowing that your the reason your both not drenched in water

He wonders how you obtained such power and wonders what It would be like going all on out dragon warrior against you

He gets distracted by your feather alot

If you were to ever give him a feather hed treat it like a treasure that needs to be protected at any cost

Likes to watch your methods of fighting because he wants to try doing it himself

Shen

Hes rather shocked apon learning that there another white peacock

And your very powerful

In some ways hes happy that theres another peacock since he wont feel as lonely being the only white one but then again he in some ways feels like that was a huge part of his character

Apon first meeting you he gets extremely defensive and accuses you of being an imposter,even though you never said a single thing

Has alot of curiosity about your powers

Shen will try test your limits and see if you just unleash your powers out of pure emotion,he has morbid curiosity

He likes to spar ALOT

He likes to talk to you about how he created the cannons aswell as what he did to get the result

Hes very clingy and will often hang around you

Should anyone speak bad about you if you dont handle it,he will gladly

He finds a sick kind of pleasure from having so powerfull by his side

He throws firework shows for you

If you are good with close combat he will get a custom commissioned weapon of your choice for you

Tai lung

Although he finds your white feathers beautiful he also feels threatened

The pure reason for this is power

Hes been a star student for so long,the best of the best and you show up and have more power than him

Hes very stand off ish at first

He warms up to you eventually,its just a case of him getting there

He comes to find the brutality and accuracy of your fighting method

He trains with you at any given chance,hes not afraid to fight someone stronger than him and he will most likely go in blind,refusing to learn anything from his opponent

He asks if your methods can be taught and is a bit sulky if it cant

Hes not going to underestimate you by a long shot,hes more likely to overestimate you

He finds you feathers pretty and can momentarily find himself losing focus in training

If you gave him a feather he'd treat it as if it were his life sorce

He believes that when he achieves the dragon scroll you two will finally be even

Kai

Other than oogway he hasnt seen such powerful chi before

Nor has he seen the types of power you weild

Your a mystery at first,a mysterious white peacock shows up one day and has practically limitless power?

Hes going to be after your chi,no doubts

After awhile it's much like having a frenemy

"Still havnt given up your chi,(name)?""still havnt defeated oogway,kai?"

Its can go back and forth like this for a very long time,which it usually ends with you slipping through solid matter to escape

It gets to the point whether hes unsure if he still wants to take your chi

It would give him so much raw power but hes grown...fond of you

Which he hates to admit and probally wont

Once you become acquaintances tho it will turn into sparring seasons often

He brings his jombies out every so often to spice things up

He likes how smoothly you execute your kung fu moves/attacks

However in the end he still technically got what he wanted,just differently

[wh0r3-for-klaus]

hi can you make headcanons about dating klaus mikaelson

sorry it took me so long to get this written, I've been dealing with a lot this year and I haven't had time to write much unfortunately. I hope you enjoy. This is just my personal thoughts about what it'd be like to date our friendly neighborhood hybrid.

Klaus is a very complex and closed off man, it’s a mix of the centuries he’s spent running from Mikeal and his deep rooted fear that those he does trust will betray him. However, once he trusts you enough to start letting you in and allows himself to let his guard down around you, that’s when you’ll be able to truly see just how many layers to this man there is.

When Klaus first arrives in Mystic Falls, he’s in Alaric’s body and focused on trying to break his curse but that doesn’t stop him from taking notice of you. He can’t help but admire how attractive you are and he likes to watch you interact with your friends and family because it helps him learn about your personality and such. 

If you’re in a relationship, he won’t be able to ignore the jealousy he feels whenever your significant others name is mentioned or he sees you with them, its not even because he wants to be in their place at first, its just because he wants to just have you. 

He wont be shy in making his affections known, even in Alarics body. He’ll always be leaving you gifts in your locker, on your porch, in your car, wherever he can get to there will be a present left for you to find.

 The gifts will always be signed with a simple “K.M” until hes in his own body, then he’ll sign it as “Klaus”. He wants you to know that it’s from him. 

He wants to see your reaction to every gift he leaves you if possible, and if he can’t see your reaction to a certain gift then he’ll either eventually ask you directly what you thought of it or he’ll use compulsion to find out if you mentioned it to your friends. If he can’t use compulsion then he’ll listen to your conversations with your friends. 

Klaus as a boyfriend:

Klaus would paint you, a lot. He may show you a few of them but some he’ll keep hidden, potentially because he’s worried about how you’ll react to them but mostly because he just wants them to remain a secret. 

He would buy you whatever you wanted, even if you protested, he wants to spoil you and he has enough money to anything you want without making a dent in his bank account. 

Klaus might even just end up giving you a credit card in his name so you can buy whatever you want whenever you want, if you refuse to accept it then he’ll slip it in your wallet when you’re not looking. 

He’s been alive for over a thousand years, man has a lot of money and doesn’t care how it’s spent as long as you’re taken care of and happy. 

Klaus will cook for you. He knows how to cook and he will spend all day preparing a nice meal for you. 

He’ll light candles and get out a special bottle of bourbon and a bottle of wine or champagne, he’ll even kick his siblings out for the night just so the night is perfect without interruptions. 

Man loves to have at least one hand on you at all times, whether it be holding your hand or resting his hand on your lower back. 

Klaus loves when you fall asleep on him, especially when you’re resting your head on his chest and he can have his arms around you. He likes knowing that you’re safe. 

Klaus enjoys laying his head on your lap or chest on occasion and letting you play with his hair, but it’s only when it’s just the two of you and he’s able to trust you enough to be vulnerable or softer with you. 

Baby boy has severe abandonment issues, he’ll randomly get mad at you for trying to leave him simply because you didn’t answer his calls and texts cause you busy. He hides his insecurity behind his anger because he doesn’t want to seem weak but inside he’s breaking down at the thought of losing you. 

Klaus will be in a crappy mood for whatever reason and will snap at you, not intentionally, he just can’t control his emotions and how he reacts to situations. 

He’ll apologize either immediately after snapping/yelling at you and seeing how it hurt/upset you or later once he’s calmed down and had time to reflect on his actions and how they affected you. 

He’ll get you a gift or numerous gifts to apologize before he’ll ever even attempt to apologize verbally, but he will if you continue to be upset with him, then he’ll beg for your forgiveness if he truly loves you. 

Speaking of love, he will tell you he loves you almost all the time after he says it for the first time. You won’t go a full day without hearing him say he loves you at least six times. 

“Darling, I love everything about you.” or “I love you, sweetheart.” or even “You’re absolutely stunning darling, I love every little “flaw” of yours because they are a part of you and I love you.” 

He wont let you talk bad about yourself, he’ll make you stand in front of a mirror while he stands behind you and points out every little thing he loves about you as he makes you repeat what he says about each thing. 

NSFW below the cut

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Klaus has stamina, he’s a hybrid so he could go round after round without getting tired.

He definitely knows how to pleasure you, he’s had thousands of years to learn new tricks and ways to make you climax, he’ll also take the time to learn what you like and what makes you feel good and what doesn’t. 

BREEDING KINK.

Will choke you and spank you and even be rough with you but he’ll be holding back from being to rough so he doesn’t hurt you, at least while you’re human. 

He will want to have you on every surface in his house in every position, he’ll even fuck you outside under the stars just because it’s something he wants to do with you at least once. 

He’s into trying just about anything except for anything involving piss or feces, that’s a hard no for him. 

He’ll drink from you while he cums with you, bloodsharing is very intimate so he likes doing it with you as you both cum. 

He doesn’t care if you’re shaved or not, if you’re comfortable then he’s okay with it. 

He’ll shave if you prefer for him to but he’ll also just keep himself trimmed down there anyways cause he likes to be well groomed.

[weirdviolence]

Give Yourself a Break (Vincentxtransmasc!reader)

(no content warnings needed, totally SFW, just a little self-indulgent fic I started when I was wearing my binder way too much.)

You roll your shoulder with a grimace, hoping to adjust the binder digging into your ribs. It helps. Slightly. You feel air getting to the lower half of your lungs again, at least.

Vincent watches you, as he is wont to do, his eye that's usually fixed on your face drifting down to follow the movement of your body. A colorful strap peeks out from the loose collar of your T-shirt, confirming any suspicions he might have.

He comes to your side, fingers gently tracing the straps digging into your skin. Slouching to better see your face, hair cascading down his shoulder as he tilts his head, his eye searches yours. He makes a motion as if pulling your binder over your head.

"I'd rather keep it on."

Vincent steps back, head still tilted, furrowed brow just visible at the top of his mask's eyehole. He gestures towards a clock, stopped long before you showed up. "I've only been wearing it since this morning. It's not like I slept in it."

Shaking his head, he counts silently on his fingers, holding up four of them. "Four?" you ask, "Oh, yeah. I guess I have been wearing it a lot the past few days. But I do take it off when I sleep, and when I shower."

Vincent mimes wrapping something around his own chest, hands balled into fists, unseen compressor pulled tighter and tighter until he puts a hand on one side of his ribs, flinching as if injured. Unclenching his fists, he shakes out his fingers. His hand moves up as he takes a heavy breath and falls back down with a deep exhale.

"I'm being safe about it, don't worry. I can breathe." you assure him. Again, he shakes his head, this time leaving the room entirely. You hear him rummaging around for a moment before returning with a notepad. It's littered with nearly indecipherable notes- timestamps without meaning, chickenscratch from Lester, borderline threats from Bo. But Vincent's flowing script, letters as artistic as anything else made by his hands, stands out amongst the visual din.

Your body needs a break.

"A break?" you want to protest, but catch yourself. "Alright." you say, unable to suppress your eagerness, "But only if you take one, too. You're wearing that mask for the same reason I'm wearing this- neither of us are happy about how we were born. If I need a break, I'm sure you do, too."

Vincent's right hand flies to his mask at the suggestion he remove it. His face is swallowed up by hair as he bows his head, curling in on himself at the thought. "Hey..." you tuck a lock of hair behind his ear, revealing his eye, which can't seem to meet yours, "If you're that uncomfortable, I won't force you. But I happen to like how you look, and I rarely get to see that pretty face of yours."

Vincent takes a shaky breath. He doesn't believe you, not fully. He's barely convinced himself that your compliments aren't mockery, that your interest in him isn't the start of some cruel joke. He can't imagine anyone(let alone you) using the term "pretty face" in reference to his mess of scars.

Finally, he looks up, fear in his eye. He runs a finger along his mask's waxy cheek, never breaking eye contact. "I think that side's pretty, too. When I say I like how you look, I mean all of you."

Reeling, he pulls away, hand on the right side of his face, as if you could see through his mask. He doesn't remove it as he looks around the room, peering past doorways and out windows to check for his brothers.

Satisfied they aren't about to barge in(though his furtive glances imply he expects the worst), he removes his mask. Slowly, carefully, fighting back the unshakeable fear that this will be the time you flinch at his appearance.

You've seen his chin and lips a good numbers of times. When you're lucky enough to kiss him, it's usually all he'll show, his mask lifted up enough that your mouths can connect without exposing any more of himself. You're confident you could pinpoint the exact spot his scars fade into soft lips without looking.

You're happy to look, though, eagerly watching Vincent lift his mask up fully. First, you see his nose, the right side of it nothing more than a slight bump in a mess of pink-and-red skin. What cartilage he has is pulled to one side by flesh that wanted to grow in odd directions, his body's awkward attempt to heal after the physical trauma of his separation from Bo.

The mask lifts further up, his good eye fixed on the floor. His right eye socket is covered, entirely, by scarred skin. He leaves his mask atop his head, not properly off, still on high alert for his brothers.

Reaching out, you take his face in your hands. That draws his attention, if not his gaze. He swallows thickly, Adam's apple bobbing, eye wide. He still can't look at you, blinking wetly at the floor. Beneath your right hand is a soft, defined cheek. Beneath your left, warm craters of scars.

"You're so beautiful."

He winces, the sound distorted by torn vocal chords, coming off as more of a growl at first blush. Squeezing his eye shut(you see the flesh over his right eye twitch, trying in vain to do the same), he puts his hands over yours. He doesn't hold them in place, doesn't keep them pressed to his most unlovable parts(though, God, he wants to). His delicate touch is more for assurance than anything, to confirm that you haven't yet pulled away.

When he opens his eye, he's looking at your face. Your lips, to be specific. You pull him closer, pressing your lips to his. It takes him a moment to close his eye. The expression on your face was so gentle, not a hint of disgust. Deepening the kiss, he moves his hands down, resting one on the small of your back while the other reaches under your shirt, fingers running up your side.

His fingertips slip beneath your binder, and, admittedly, it makes you realize just how tightly it's on. There's relief beneath his hand as it meets your breast, freeing it from its bondage, however comfortable that bondage might make you.

Breaking the kiss, you sigh. "Alright, alright, I'll take it off."

Vincent smiles, stepping back. He looks pointedly away when you tug off your shirt, allowing you to remove the binder yourself. Your breasts make an unpleasant lump in your shirt. Touching your chest, you frown. You'd forgotten how this felt. It doesn't feel good.

But then Vincent's arms are around you. He takes your hands in his, guiding them away. His chin rests on your shoulder as he disentangles your binder from your grip, tucking it safely into his apron pocket.

Looking at him, you see nothing but scars. The gesture isn't lost on you. Here you are, exposing the more hated parts of yourself, and here he is, doing the same. You plant a kiss on his cheek. His shoulders stiffen, then relax, his fingers lacing through yours.

[aliceinborderlandsquidgame]

Banda Sunato - NSFW Alphabet

Dear god this gif <3

Warnings: +18 - MDI - NSFW - Mentions of kinks - Blood - Degradation -Dub/con - Possible abuse - This is Banda he is a red flag -

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Banda can be many things but he CANT be soft. After sex he would either go for a shower for himself and not even ask if you need anything (will only ask if you want to join him).

Only if it was a very and i mean a very hardcore session of sex Banda would take you and force you to shower and take care of your injuries (he loves tu bring his knife to the bed).

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His: His hands. He loves to see them chocking you or using them to abuse your cunt with his fingers till you are crying for him to stop.

Yours: Thights and neck. Loves these two spots of you. He can mark your neck with his bites leaving it all purple for anyone to see. And he can cut your thights and play with your fear of being cut too deep.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Oh, he LOVES to end in your mouth and face. Likes to see your post orgasm face and how his cum comes out from your mouth.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has no secrets because he has no filter on what he wants to do to you. Maybe his only secret is that him films your sessions together just in case you ever want to leave him.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

I would say a 50% ? Seems like the type of guy who does not care about sex that much but has had a few share of experiences.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Probably you tied down on the bed. (does that count?). He likes to have full control over you, and seeing you so vulnerable just awakes something primal inside him.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

I would say he is MEAN. He likes to push ur limits and taunt you.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

FREE HC BECAUSE I GOT NO IDEA.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

As i said before, he is mean and not romantic at all. Even if you are something more to him he is still a bastard who sees sex more of a way to satisfie his needs and not yours.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

HELL YES. Banda stalked you for sometime and would jack off when you were unaware of his presence, he keeps doing it but now at the tapes he has made of both of you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Degradation

Dom/Sub (he is the dom)

Fear play

Public sex

Dacryphilia

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Any place at any time.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Any type of expose skin you have or blood. If he is back after a killing you bet you are being fucked for good. He also LOVES risks. If you two are for some reason in a cinema he will make you on top of him and ride him during the movie.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

This is Banda he does not have a "no".

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Defenitly prefers receiving, likes to use you as his sex toy and your mouth of course wont be left behind. He is also pretty harsh when doing it ignoring your cries (that turns him even more).

He may not be that good at giving oral at first but once he learns your weak spots you are a goner.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

ROUGH. This man has the time of his life seeing you under him with your head pulled back and telling him be is being too hard. Does not care.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Oh, they are a yes. Sometimes he would have a victim to track down and has no time to go all wild. These are the times he uses for a quickie, or during mornings if he feels like it.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Will take any risk. For hiw own amusment.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Mhm, lets say three rounds in a good day.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He only uses when he is with you. Wont let you use them alone.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

A LOT. Dont worry he will make you cum but will make you beg for it.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

When he feels like being extra nasty, he gets loud. But other times he is quiet, only letting out some groans.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Banda thinks he owns you, no matter how or why you two started to have sex you are now HIS. He wont stop killing or hurting others (including your loved ones). But you are his and only his to use.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Average.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Normal. He only gets hyper sexual if he is back from a recent kill.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends on how much he wants to torment you or laught about something. This also depends on what type of relationship you two are.

Friends with benefits, victim and abuser, boyfriend and gilfriend (probably by manipulation), both are crazy and like the sex, the dynamic change depending on it BUT he will still be a mean bastard who seeks hiw own pleasure and you are just a way to get to it.

[gtzel]

Help! My classmate is a size shifter!

Since when are you so...short?

(first/previous/next)

The next day I walked into class and my friends greeted me, but i was only looking at Elijah. He was sitting in his usual spot next to the window and had his earbuds in. some people were talking to me but i couldn't hear what they were saying.

i walked up to him and tapped him from behind. he flinched at the contact but relaxed a bit when he saw it was me.

"h-hey Brian" he said pulling an earbud out and giving a hint of a smile, which i counted as a win.

"yo, how you feelin after you know....yesterday?" i said with extra emphasis on the last word.

"not...not too bad, just uhm the usual i guess" he seemed a it more on edge then yesterday which was a bit concerning. i didn't want to push him because he might just be a bit jarred due to the public setting.

"well i guess since were friends now i can sit next to you." i sat down next to him, the person who usually sat there seemed to be fine with it but Elijah was a bit uncomfortable.

"listen, Brian i have something i need to-" he was cut off by a classmate calling me.

"yo Brian, what's good!" Chad said as he approached my new desk. he sat down backwards facing me in the desk in front of where i sat.

"hey Chad, just havin' a conversation with Eli here," i gestured to Elijah but he quickly turned the other way. cold.

"that's uhm, nice i guess..." Chad shifted awkwardly "anyway, were having this party tonight at my place, and of course we need our starring quarterback to be there!  so can you come?" he said enthusiastically.

i looked back at Eli, he was gazing out the window in his own world again. i was planning on asking if he would want to hang out again after school but i couldn't just tell everyone that. i had to come up with an excuse.

"oh sorry man, I'm really busy with...stuff and i wont be-" the bell rang and our teacher walked in the room. yes! saved by the bell. She instructed us to sit down so she could start class.

the lecture was boring as ever and after it finally let out i was crowded by other people before i had a chance to ask Elijah about hanging out.

i lost sight of him after he walked out of class and couldn't find him till lunchtime. it almost felt as if he was avoiding me, but who would do that? anyways, i found him on the rooftop of the gymnasium building.

"isn't this place supposed to be off limits?" i said walking up behind him, he was startled again. really seems like the jumpy type, gotta keep that in mind.

"how did you find me?" he said in a sarcastic tone, rolling his eyes.

"bro, i know this school inside and out. of course i found you" i jested, elbowing him playfully.

"well, you found me, now what?"

"uhm, didn't think that far. i guess i just uhm wanted to know if you...if you wanted to hang out later today?" i tugged the hem of my t-shirt nervously. it was way hotter outside then normal.

"uhm don't you have 'stuff' to do?" he said with finger quotes. i blushed, it was definitely hot outside.

"well i mean, that was a lie..." i drifted off, great now he probably thinks I'm shallow! then i remembered what he said earlier "wait, so what did you have to tell me again?"

"oh, just that..." he  hesitated "i just was feeling a bit odd after yesterday" he said shifting slightly uncomfortably.

"hmm, okay i guess" i said skeptically.

"actually i-" Eli couldn't finish the sentence, he collapsed onto the ground and his breath became labored.

"E-Elijah, are you okay?!" i kneeled down next to him, he began to shudder uncontrollably.

"b-Brian, i feel...help me-" his body contorted strangely and he began to thrash wildly.

"j-just t-t-take some deep breaths, d-deep breaths" i tried to calm him down but he didn't seem to be able to hear me.

then light began erupting from his body. it beamed through the strangling cloths, and kept getting brighter. i had to look away for fear of being blinded.

then the light started to die down. i waited a second before realizing i couldn't hear Elijah anymore. i looked to where he had been and....he wasn't there. why wasn't he there!? his cloths and backpack were the only things of him that remained.

my eyes widened, as i  frantically shuffled through his cloths to find some clue to where he had gone. if i hadn't been more careful i almost would've missed the small weight that rested in his t-shirt.

"what the-" i carefully unwrapped the shirt to reveal a miniscule figure smaller then my palm. i looked closer and realized to my great disbelief that Elijah, MY Elijah, was tiny. i turned him over, feeling his cold skin against my pointer finger, then i realized.

"O-oh, oh dear" i blushed hard, face burning. he was, well...you can probably imagine. i tried to think of a decent way to handle this situation. i obviously couldn't just leave him there.

i wrapped him up in a clean tissue i had in my suit pocket, glad it finally came in handy. then grabbed his stuff and put it in my bag. i didn't really have a plan, but if i were to ever skip school, it would be then.

[theosconfessions]

The Miscellaneous questions for River and his man/child, i mean husband.

i actually loled haha!! thank you for asking, love.

MISCELLANEOUS: Is money a problem? River: its not. i think we're lucky that blake got drafted and makes a good amount of money playing football. we literally got married while we were still in high school and a good majority of kids that do that are NOT in the same position we're in right now.

How many cars do they own?

Blake: we own two. one for riv to take the kids around when im not home and one for me to take to practice/games all that stuff.

Do they own their home or do they rent?

Blake: DUDEEEE if my apartment couldve magically grown with every kid we had ..then i would still be renting. good memories in that place

River: better memories in a place where we actually have room for kids..and me.

Do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside?

Blake: we're balls deep in suburbia right now. his parents live out in the country and FUCK I WANT IT SO BAD.

Do they live in the city or in the country?

River: suburbs ..for now.

Do they enjoy their surroundings? River: i was fucking DYING in that apartment. i think having the house kinda gives me space so i dont really necessarily feel like im suffocating.

Blake: you feel like your suffocating?

River: in your man cave apartment i did yeah.

What’s their song? Blake: i gotta do it' so high school'-taylor swift

What do they do when they’re away from each other? River: we dont constantly text eachother but little pics through the day i think. gives us time to be you know separate people and lets us enjoy whatever we're doing at the moment without being glued to our phone all the time.

Blake: i demand sexy riv pics every night im away [smirks]

River: demands a strong word.

Blake: you know what i mean. i APPRECIATE sexy riv pics every night.

River: dude. looking like a douchebag.

Where did they first meet? Blake: we went to school together [smirks] friends first.

How did they first meet? Blake: we were in the same gym class and he fucking PELTED me with a dodgeball man. love at first sight. for me.

Who spends the most money when out shopping? Blake : *points to riv*

River: treats.

Who’s more likely to flash their assets? River: oh my god blake. he does it during games. FINED ALL OF THE TIME.

Blake: worth it [smirks]

Who finds it amusing when the other trips over? River: me. hes not coordinated at all. youd think he would be but....

Any mental issues? Blake: oh god yeah. i mean...

River: i have depression. the past years been kinda.. i dont know. but i am doing better. im getting better

Blake: my boy.

Who’s terrified of bugs? River: i think both of us? fuck that shit.

Who kills the spiders around the house? Blake: Nellie

River: definitely Nellie.

Their favourite place? Blake: [smirks] theres this little ranch up in chestnut ridge. i love taking him there. just me him. no kids.

River:thats a good place [smirks]

Who pays the bills? Blake [raises hand] and proud of that shit

Do they have any fears for their future? River: i think that...we went through a lot of rough stuff in our separation and i just..do not want to go through that again. i think we're on a good path right now and i want to stay on that path

Blake: i think what riv said yeah. the last thing we both wanted when we were having problems was a divorce. and its something i do not want. i guess thats my fear for my future. i just wanna be good for him. i know i wasnt in the past.im trying to be now.

Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? Blake: me for SURE.

Who uses up all of the hot water? Blake: again me for SURE. but he can crash the shower whenever

River: me time,babe.

Who’s the tallest? Blake: me. rivers a short shit.

Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? River:thats definitely blake. i LOVE showering alone but hey.

Blake: wont turn down that DICK.

River: gross.

Who wanders around in their underwear? River: [points to blake] he hasnt learned.

Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? Blake: River for sure.he has a pretty voice though. love to hear that shit.

What do they tease each other about? River: i like to tease him over how much of a pussy he was for me back in our first starting dating days

Blake: i cried after we fucked for the first time. for real. and id do it again.

Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? River: me. blakes taste is .....

Do they have mutual friends? River: not anymore.

Who crushed first? Blake: oh me for sure. unless riv is about to say something i didnt know

River: i never really considered that AT ALL until you kissed me that one day. you werent on my radar at all i was so into my girlfriend at the time

Blake:until ....

Any alcohol or substance related problems? River: no we both quit that stuff when teddie came along.

Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? Blake: we are good boys [smirks]

Who swears the most?

River: i think me and its purely because of my dads influence i swear to god.

[siramay-the-showgun-dragon]

DR3 episode 10 Makoto Vs Munakata BREAKDOWN

recently someone else made a post about Makoto's feral-ness during the showdown he had with Munakata in episode 10, of course it's quite cool, but i feel some may take it the wrong way so i wanna set the record strait and also gush about stuff i love in that scene that people may not notice so first lets lay some context

future arc episode 10: prior to this Munakata has gone on a downward spiral of insanity being a knight templar and that his way is the right way and that he must kill all despair meaning everyone he even practically killed Juzo and even before his full berserk mode he was highly aggressive and hostile towards Makoto not listening to his words at all and belittling him, in short at the time he was far from "a reasonable folk" and Makoto at the time just had his girlfriend friend Kyoko die in which Munakata challenged him to a once and for all face off, in which Makoto bears his will and steady's himself, though being open about the pain in his heart of her apparent passing and this is important as his heart is his most powerful weapon ok now lets start

so we start with the precursor as Makoto walks to Munakata and they think over their ideologies. and how Munakata wants to pull a "kill them to save them" with Makoto and everyone cause he thinks despair must be destroyed and you know its interesting cause then Makoto says

i remember it shaking me how steadfast and determined he was, to stop Munakata at all cost but i just want to point out something from here on out that i feel is very important to what we shall be seeing

Makoto Planed all this

not the before stuff i mean as soon as he walked in that room he knew what he would say and what he would do, he had his end goal in mind he even says so near the climax with the doors but even before that he planned what would happen prior it may not seem like it due to how he always seemed on the losing side and sure he probably didn't plan to get beaten up so much but he still knew what he would do and how he would do it, and people don't talk about that much but this all shows how Makoto is much more intelligent then we give him credit for, but I'll explain as we go on

so then we start Makoto steps on glass to alert Munakatas attention, you can tell it's on purposes as there's no indicator of uncertainty or fear on Makoto's part, it's to say "i am here lets end this" as when Munakata speaks makoto still stands strong not faltering or fumbling. then he says "i wont hesitate anymore" makoto will face munakata head on and do what he needs to but even then befor anything he trys to talk down munakata saying how killing eachother is pointless and that they can still work together

of course munakata doesn't listen but no one can say Makoto didn't try

and that's when the chase begins, but who's the hunter and who's the hunted? that's what one must ask

so though munakata attacks makoto runs out closing the door as it's revealed in the end makoto knows munakata can't open doors and uses this to his advantage drawing distance and gaining time to make his next move, as

open door which of course Munakata knows is a set up,

but jokes on him makoto knew he would know it's a set up, or not, it's a win win either way because if he didn't know

deep fried zealot on the barbie! but since he did know he survived which leads to the next phase of makotos plan. and if any of you are wondering why makoto would do such a thing

he was always feral! he just didn't have much chance to act on it because he's polite and sees the good in people, but even he has his limits, so you best start appreciating the kindness Makoto shows in you when he does, well on to phase 2!

cause munakata survives with his sword and shoots makoto with tengans weapon which hurts of course so makoto runs off as his blood leads munakata exactly where makoto wants him to be he even says so

of course makoto knows about the fire extinguisher and he dosent just mean that but I'll bring that up in a second as we see makoto look around waiting for munakata who comes in soon after and makoto is hidden now holding the fire extinguisher to bop munakata on the head! which fails, he also throws it but that fails, now one ask if this could kill munakata but from my research it seems it would only hurt maybe konk him out as for something to hit your head and kill you it must be about 24 kg (52 lbs). for it to be lethal from arm length and the average fire extinguisher is around 5-10 pounds and as much as i like to believe makoto is this

hes more likely this

so that fire extinguisher is more then defiantly not killing just gonna sting maybe knock him unconscious which would be a win, but he failed but dont worry! this leads the phase 3! which brings up how before he threw it he planed on using it for its intended purpose, (which is a important part of phase 3)

because though it gets thrown away and jammed in the wall it BLOWS UP HITTING MUNAKATA IN THE BACK AND MAKEING A SMOKE SCREEN EVERYWHERE! which disorients and distracts munakata for makotos phase 3!

JUMP HIM AND PUSH HIM IN THE HOLE!

which leads me to point out something genius The dud fire extinguisher? It was the same one that Asahina tried to use to cover their escape in episode 2. Likewise, the hole in the floor is the one Great Gozu smashed for an escape route in the same episode. In "fighting" Munakata, Makoto made use of observation, deductive reasoning, and a pretty good memory; skills that he'd honed in his own Killing Game, which Munakata had earlier derided for being too orderly compared to fighting in the real world.

which of course leads to the kicker as they are both down the hole, munakata apears to have makoto right where he wants him right there in on a silver platter for a kill, but on the contrairy, makoto has munakata right where he wants him as makoto reveals he knows munakats forbidden action, and thus makeing it so munakata cant kill him and has to listen. moral of the story

munakatas like "your plan faild i am not dead" makoto:

this of course all leads to the epic confrontation scene

it was with empathizing and saying these words to munakata did he finally pierce his heart and get munakata to back down...

so much for useless platitudes ay munakata?

[mancer-in-the-abbey]

Listening to Steam Powered Giraffe as I am wont to do when I need a break from Ghost and Honeybee came on and now I can’t stop thinking about Dew and his relationship with the previous era.

Dew was alone for the majority of his life in the pit- not for any particularly tragic reasons, at least in his opinion. That’s just how his particular variant of water ghoul works: Young ghoul pups stay with their mothers till they’re old enough to hunt for themselves and eventually they just kind of… swim off on their own, likely never seeing their parent again unless by chance.

All this to say, Dew was never a particularly social person before coming topside. Being surrounded by so many people when he was first summoned was a hell of a culture shock to him, almost immediately putting him in fight or flight.

It helped that, in my mind, Dew wasn’t immediately summoned into the Ghost project and instead spent his first year as your run of the mill nameless ghoul. Being put on kitchen duty allowed him to watch how the human staff interacted and bonded. Over time, he was even accepted as one of their own, taught to do more than wash dishes and only speak when spoken to.

Yet, even with that, Dew found himself to be… missing something. His new life on the surface had awakened an ache like the pressure of the deep sea- this longing he hadn’t even known was there till he’d gotten the barest hint of fulfillment. It gnawed at him, day in and day out, but no matter what he did, what avenue he went down, he couldn’t find anything to quell the feeling.

And then, after the loss of almost all their instrumentalists, the Ghost project opened auditions.

It was a tense time in the abbey; no one was sure where the project was heading in the aftermath of the banishments and Terzo’s place in the ministry was coming under question. Dew, however, saw an opportunity for something better, something that just might give him the thing that soothed the ache quickly becoming unbearable to him.

And somehow, by a miracle of Satan himself if one were to ask Dew, he was picked to play bass.

And the ache was, indeed, quelled by his time with the band, but not by the fame or attention it brought like Dew thought it would.

No, the relief came in the form of his fellow musicians, both those summoned and those that passed the auditions with him.

The Meliora ghouls were, for all intents and purposes, Dew’s first real family: Aether opened him to a vulnerability he’d never thought possible, even with himself; Zephyr taught him everything there was to know about the abbey, its secrets, and how to make it home; Mountain was a solid figure in his life, a tree to take shelter under when things became uncertain; Mist, though she was no longer a part of the band, was Dew’s mentor in both bass playing and how to be a water ghoul on the surface; Omega, likewise, was as close to a father figure as he ever had.

And then there was Ifrit. Ifrit, the fiery hearth that warmed him in body and soul. Ifrit, his heat and passion natural foil to all of Dew’s cold and disinterest. Ifrit, who knew exactly when to push Dew out of his comfort zone and when to reel back.

The two were instrumental to each other’s growth, with Ifrit the one to go head first into everything and Dewdrop being the one to slow down and think. Separately, sure, they were their own people, but together they made one better whole, bolstering each other’s strengths and balancing each other’s flaws.

And then, one day, it was all taken away.

One day, Terzo was dragged off stage without warning. One day, Imperator decided he would be of more use as a fire ghoul than water. One day, he was walked into the ritual chamber as a water ghoul for the last time, his pack waiting outside the room- not allowed in for fear of interference.

One day he woke up in the medical wing, burning all over, boiling hot from the inside out, and only found Aether and Mountain at his bedside, the both of them wearing looks that told him all he needed to know of the fates of the others.

(Just before the ritual, Ifrit had pulled him in a hug tight enough to press carbon into diamonds, hiding his worry with a smile. “It’ll be alright,” he promised, “when it’s all over and you feel better, I’ll teach you everything I know about being a fire ghoul. It’ll be fun, you’ll see!”)

(What he wouldn’t give to hold him close, him and all his family together, one last time. What he wouldn’t give to be that little water ghoul again, surrounded by love and joy he’d never known before.)

Nowadays, Dew does alright for himself. He runs much hotter than he ever had before, is a bit quicker to temper than he used to be, but his new pack doesn’t seem to mind- and lords below, does he love his new pack with everything he has.

But still, every year on the anniversary of his first pack’s death, he distanced himself from the rest. He grabs a spare blanket and Ifrit’s old acoustic guitar, walks out to the woods outside the ministry, keeps walking till he finds a clearing he and Ifrit shared with one another, a private place for the both of them to get away when things ever got too much.

Dew stops in the middle of the small glade, spreads the blanket out on the wild grass, sits down, takes out the guitar, and plucks out a tune his wildfire used to play him.

“Hello, goodbye, Twas nice to know you, how I find myself without you, that I’ll never know.”

“I let myself go.”

[huellitaa]

ྀི ୨ embarrassment ୧ ྀི

...is a social construct designed to make us feel bad by those who cant handle their own mistakes & or shortcomings.

seriously. like. it baffles me how people are still living in the mindset where they let embarrassment become anything more for them than a concept.

୨୧ embarrassment

- a feeling of self-consciousness, shame, or awkwardness.

embarrassment is perfectly normal. it happens to everyone because we all make mistakes. but some people let embarrassment and the fear of embarrassment consume them and the choices they make far too much, far too often.

♡ which leads me onto my first point; it is completely normal. everybody makes mistakes. this is our first time in this life and we are all learning & growing with our every choice, every action, every decision <3 remember that the next time youre panicking and freaking out because you made a mistake.

♡ its never that deep. i like to try be gentle w this stuff but lemme tell u straight no one actually cares . im serious,, like babes no one gives a shit honestly 😭😭 and your mentality should be the same. people remember this stuff n laugh for 5 mins and then theyre back to their life. and if they hang on to it for longer then theyre the one who should be embarrassed.. get a life pls??

♡ similar to what i said a moment ago , its. never. that. deep. laugh it off !!!!! giggle !!!!!! laugh about it !!!!!!!! nobody cares !!!!!! this shows that it doesnt faze you and this shows how confident you are within yourself that you dont let silly little mistakes bother you because they do not matter.

♡ when it comes to your interests, please never be embarrassed about these. this is something ive struggled with since i was little but never never never be embarassed of the things that bring you joy. if they arent hurting anyone and are perfectly okay you should never be embarrassed ab that. it makes you happy. why should you be ashamed of that for someone else???🩷

♡ has someone ever said something to you? made u doubt urself? then you get embarrassed ab it???? dont. do not even go there. i ws so insecure before (i know😭😭) and couldnt hold a single opinion for myself but when you know who tf you are you wont be doubting yourself for anyone ml.

♡ so... you wanna pursue your dreams but ur too embarrassed. ur too embarrassed and worried "what if this doesnt work" "what if it doesnt happen" n whatever other dumb shit ur worried abt and scared to outgrow your surroundings and evolve. wow. you know how silly that sounds? so.. like.. let me get this straight... youre telling me... that youre not doing what you love... for the sake of someone else or some silly little doubts????wow. you get one life n youre doing that. GET IT TOGETHER BABES. GET REAL. WHY WOULD U SABOTAGE URSELF LIKE THAT????? YOURE WORTH SO MUCH MORE THAN THAT LIKE 😭😭🩷🩷🩷🩷

♡ understand that peoples perceptions of you are often reflections of themselves just like your perceptions of others are often reflections of yourself. they think its embarrassing because they know for a fact deep down that theyd be too embarrassed and self conscious to do it themselves.

♡ and then watch the way they'll all come crawling back apologising and grovelling the moment you're rich and successful and got everything you ever wanted.. all because you had the confidence to trust in yourself and pursue what you wanted without listening to their self doubts. <3

♡ reverse psychology. "why r u doing that" "thats so cringey" why r u so wrapped up in my business? thats so cringey

♡ overall, confidence, strong self concept & trusting in your ability to bounce back from anything are the three main things that will never let you wallow in this silly little emotion again. embarrassment is like a pitiful, more insignificant, ridiculous version of fear. if ur gonna be scared then b scared of something worth ur time babe ur more than that <33

[bigsnaff]

Detriment

Content warning for descriptions of blood and eye & ear injury.

"I'll carry him."

She pulled her hand back in response, surprised. It was an uncharacteristically curt response from an individual Cyna had known to be nigh endlessly patient. She looked down at the unmoving form of the younger of the two asura before her, cradled bridal-style in the arms of his elder. 

It was a disturbing sight, even in her seasoned view. One she'd seen of Dokks once before, years ago. A young asura, only slightly older than Koorn is now, stark blood standing out in contrast against her white hair. Cyna had seen, similarly, Dokks protectively pull the girl into his arms and put all else in the world out of his gaze. But the outcome of that instance was known from the very moment the injured was pulled into Dokks’ arms. This time — Cyna shook the thought from her head. There wasn't time enough to even consider.

"Are you sure?" She finally asked, narrowing her eyes and catching Dokks' own gaze. She received only a wordless nod in response. "What do you need?" She offered instead.

"I need... I-I need time. Just give me some time. Continue without us, even. This is too urgent for me to ignore."

The group had been rushing south, scarcely taking the time to spare a glance at their surroundings should yet another Void minion burst out from nowhere and stall them, as had already happened again and again and again. But in the midst of it all, Dokks hadn't even realized that Koorn was falling behind — until he heard the blast and the shout that immediately followed.

Confound it, Dokks had thought. It was a malfunction in a Jade turret. All of the jade tech was having reactions as a result of the Void outbreaks — because, of course, the very source of the jade power was drawn directly from the being that the Void was currently overwhelming. Dokks admired the jade tech for its sheer power and had made note to research it more once their current dilemma was at rest, but he cursed its sensitivity. 

But worst of it all was Koorn had been standing directly beside the turret just as it had blown, and that's all it took to leave his boy convulsing on the ground with a jade spike lodged in the right side of his head and a trail of blood starting to seep down. 

Dokks had shouted; a bout of irrationality, fear, panic. Of course Koorn didn’t respond, couldn’t respond; his body trembled and gasped and quaked. Dokks shook the panic from his mind, shoving his own tremors away, and rushed toward Koorn.

All of that to leave them in their current predicament, with Dokks cradling his nearly-unconscious grandson in his arms and the Commander's eyes reluctantly pulling away from them and toward the distant Harvest Temple, where distant roars rattled like thunder.

"You go – we'll be fine," Dokks assured her. "You can’t stall any longer."

Cyna frowned. Dokks was perfectly capable of defending himself. Dokks distracted while tending to a wound was not. “You stay here and you'll be overwhelmed in minutes. Let me help. Let someone."

But already Dokks was examining the bright spike of jade sticking out at an angle in Koorn's temple. He watched as Koorn’s affected iris jittered rapidly, his eyes open but clearly pained and his chest quickly rising and falling with short, sharp breaths. The spike didn't look to be lodged as deep as Dokks initially feared, but it was enough to do lasting damage. He hesitated to remove it just as much as he hesitated to let it remain.

But above all else, his main concern was the tinge of darkness that was emanating from the piece of jade. 

"Hold on, son, hold on," Dokks whispered, an assurance – maybe for himself as well. He looked back up at Cyna and smiled. It was not an effortless smile. She couldn’t manage to return it. "Go,” he repeated. “You'll be helping us by saving Tyria, no?"

Warily, she turned away. "I'll come back... if I'm not dead."

Dokks, of course, laughed at this, as he is wont to do in many similar, dire circumstances – ever hopeful, though Cyna’s ears were sharp enough to hear his heart nearly beating out of his chest. "My Commander, not even that could stop you."

She departed with a roar, drawing near and far Void minions to her and away from the two asura. But they were like insects, swarming and endless. She had bought them time, but it was up to Dokks to determine if it was enough. He drew a breath as he set the younger onto the ground, thoughts racing as he scrutinized Koorn’s injury closer. 

He should have considered it — the shortcomings of the jade. The Brotherhood used it extensively, and their impressive but deadly show of it in the forest of Echovald with their prototype mech had demonstrated the dangers of it clearly. Even now, as Cyna rushed south with the rest, those very companions were using jade rifles. Pistols. Blades. Bots. The Void was leaching into it all. 

In the mere minute or two it took for Dokks to be standing there now with Koorn in his arms, he should’ve considered anything and everything, as though it mattered despite there being nothing to be done for it now. Minutes were too long. Minutes were too long to not have considered that any of the turrets might blow in the first place. Minutes were too long to allow the Void to grow from the infected jade and kill Koorn.

But now, what else was there to consider? What else was there to be done? His boy was writhing in his arms and Dokks had nary the proper tools or time to treat him. He couldn’t rush this, but he had to. He didn’t have minutes. 

“Koorn, can you hear me?” Dokks said softly as he smoothed Koorn’s hair. “I’m going to do what I can, but you’ll have to bear with me.” 

Koorn didn’t respond. His eyes were now clenched shut and his breaths hasty and sharp. Dokks gently lifted the lid of Koorn’s affected eye, now bloodshot and darkened with the blood pooling around it.

This could be fixed. It would not be the same, but it could be fixed. Both he and Koorn would have to live with that. Dokks nodded to himself. That was his consequence. It was time to act.

His fingers wrapped around the shard and immediately a strangled gasp broke from Koorn, his hands shooting up and claws digging into the leather sleeve of Dokks’ arm in protest. “Stop!” he screamed, “please, no!”

Dokks braced himself against the shrill sound of his boy’s voice. His own breaking heart. “I have to,” he tried to assure. “It'll be done in an instant.”

Koorn’s breaths skipped and his eyes were clenched shut, but his grip loosened. The ground trembled as another immense roar erupted in the distance; a reminder of their surroundings, their limited time. Dokks shook his head, gripped the shard, and pulled.

And when all was said and done, whatever modest contents of Dokks med kit applied and Koorn’s breathing just slightly calmed, he grappled the boy to his chest and softly whispered.

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When Koorn awoke a day later, he'd discovered that Soo-Won was dead, the Commander had descended into a prolonged slumber, and the two main senses on the right side of his face were completely nullified. History made in the span of a few hours and he had been put out of commission by a single awry machine. 

It was days later when Koorn was faced with the object of his injury, and he was dazzled by just how small it was. He rolled it to-and-fro in one hand — a piece of jade perhaps the length of his finger and wider by double, now purified of Void corruption following Soo-Won's passing. He felt the patched wound in his eye pulse. It felt so much larger than it looked.

He squinted his good eye against the waves of pain. The sedatives were helping… some. But he was reminded of his injuries every moment simply by being. He stumbled when he walked; depth perception off and his balance poor. His left ear constantly rang, and from his right — nothing. Just nothing. The same said for his eye.

It had been a loud blast — loud enough to blow his right eardrum and leave the other ear ringing, Koorn had only learned afterwards. The memory of it all was not as vivid in his mind as the pain was. He perhaps remembered bits and pieces of the aftermath, at least. Of his grandfather being forced to carry him through hordes of Void minions while a non-stop ringing plagued him and searing pain unlike any he had felt before emanating from the side of his head. 

All of that to conglomerate into the part he had played in history: a detriment.

He continued to fidget with the piece of jade in his hand when he thought he heard a footstep, maybe. Or a voice. He wasn’t sure; the piece of jade was captivating enough for him to ignore the maybe-sounds. Then he felt a weight on his shoulder. Not Cyna, of course — she was asleep. Maybe Taimi, or Gorrik, to extend their sympathies, their pity. Or grandfather. Most likely grandfather.

“Hello, Granddad,” said Koorn, turning.

Dokks’ face was warm. Worried, but not overt. There was a smile, and Dokks’ palm gently met Koorn’s cheek. “How are you feeling?”

Koorn did not smile back. He justified this by telling himself he doesn't usually smile back anyway. He has justified it like this every time. “As well as to be expected. My head hurts.”

“Would you like me to get you some more sedative?”

“No, I've had enough already. I just notice it more because — because…” He left the words hanging as he leaned into his grandfather's hand. “Have you made any more progress on the design for the implants?” He opted for instead.

There was a brief pause before Dokks slowly responded, “It’s still too early to tell whether your hearing is permanently damaged, you know — at the very least you may not need the hearing aid at all. Is the ringing still troubling you?” He asked, and Koorn nodded his head. “Well… let’s be patient and maintain our hope.” 

Then, Dokks’ expression quickly brightened, and from his jacket he drew a collection of papers. “Now, to answer your question: I have a rough mockup for the design. Barring any of the bells and whistles yet, you’ll find that this is mostly the rudiments — with room for your own improvements, of course. What do you think so far?”

Koorn studied the papers, shuffling them in hands. Multiple designs — ranging from subtle and sleek, little more than a small metal plate visible on the outside, to an entire connective system shared between the eye implant and the hearing aid. He made note of the design that looked like it supported exterior attachments. Grandfather had a particular knack for practicality that was often overlooked in favor of the more grandiose style many asura had.

“You’ll be using reconfigurable tech?” He asked.

“I’ll attempt to apply the same line of thinking to jade, but yes, ideally it should have some measure of modification. I’ve had little chance to dip my toes into jade tech since we landed in Cantha and I’m very much looking forward to the opportunity.”

Koorn blinked. There was a tinge of irony growing there, he supposed, that the very thing to take his sight and hearing would also be what returned it, at least to some extent. Koorn immediately decided he felt bitter about this. “...I don’t want to use jade,” he said coldly.

Dokks paused. “No? It’ll take some time to pool resources from Central Tyria without the gates set up yet, are you—”

“Jade tech has demonstrated its faultiness already,” Koorn interrupted, suddenly shoving the papers back into Dokks’ arms. “By the Alchemy, grandfather — the very dragon that was powering it is dead. It’s completely unreliable.” He turned away. “...And I don’t like green."

“It doesn’t have to be green,” Dokks said, something like amusement rising in his voice. “Koorn…”

“Can you not take me seriously?” Koorn suddenly hissed through his teeth. He felt burning in his throat. A stinging in his eyes. Oh, how obvious he was. He hated it. Mother would pull his head down to her chest and rub the back of his head as she softly whispered. He was always a child to her.

Would word of his ineptitude reach her, he wondered? Would she look at him with disappointment when she next saw him? 

”You think I don’t?” Dokks tilted his head, concerned. Grandfather was predictable. Koorn could sense his desire to comfort, to assure. To have his hand on Koorn’s shoulder. He probably thought he was being wise in giving Koorn his space, but a part of Koorn that so often denied himself longed for that weight on his shoulder.

But he wasn’t so sure he wouldn’t shove it off anyway.

“I don’t expect you to be pleased about any of this,” continued Dokks. “Please don’t think I’m trying to belittle you for grieving. If you don’t want to use jade then there is nothing wrong with that.”

He said something else that Koorn couldn’t hear — though he didn't really want to, he supposed. He turned his focus to the physical pain to distract himself from the emotional pain. Each wave from the beat of his heart reaching up to his healing eye. A rising pressure in his ears that told him the painkillers were wearing off. The ringing – not beautiful, like a bell, but like a communicator not tuned to the correct frequency. 

But ultimately all of the pain muddled together. It all felt the same at a point.

He heard something then, suddenly — a delicate sound, high-pitched, small, but pure and clear to whatever was left of his hearing. He looked down at the source, lying right before his feet. He watched the small piece of jade he had been holding in his hand spin on the marble floor.

Slowly, he reached down to pick it up, but his balance wavered and he very nearly fell, before a hand quickly grabbed him by the collar and righted him.

He spared a glance back to his grandfather, his breaths trembling. He held the jade up to the light.

“Some may call it a souvenir,” grandfather had said when he had first presented it to Koorn. How many times he had marveled at it already. How something so small could do what it did.

“Son?” Dokks quietly voiced. Koorn shook his head and wiped some stray tears from his good eye, finally feeling that hand on his shoulder again. He turned and placed the piece of jade in his grandfather’s palm.

“... If you're going to use jade, I want you to use this piece in the implants.”

“I’m sure I can do that,” Dokks said softly, looking into Koorn’s face. There was a pause at length as Koorn allowed his grandfather to study him. That same expression from before lined his features; warm, worried, but not overt. “...May I?” Dokks finally said, and Koorn nodded. 

Dokks then pulled him into his chest, firm, warm, and he very nearly didn't even need to stand of his own ability. He rested his head on his grandfather’s shoulder and breathed in the scent of leather and machine oil that was oh-so familiar to him now.

Dokks then whispered something that Koorn struggled to hear, but he could feel the vibrations of his grandfather’s voice against his chest. 

[sankttealeaf]

Hey tealeaf :) I was wondering what are rues and envers love languages?? If you have any thoughts youd like to share please do

hi anon!! thanks for asking! i have Many Thoughts :D

rue:

acts of service mostly! she's been told if she does things, she'll be rewarded (see: murder = bhaal's praise.) and that translates pretty well into her & gortash's dynamic!

throughout their time together it goes from the less traditional "i'll get rid of this man for you" to dropping by with some food she's picked up or helping him with something he's working on.

i think rue is very praise driven and once gortash figured that out it's over for her. he uses that to his advantage every time and it takes her a long while to clock onto it. (she responds better to words & gifts rather than touch)

gortash:

gift giving! at least around rue, anyway. there's not much use trying to woo her with pretty words (she doesnt believe them) or lingering touches (she'll bite his hand off), but gift giving plays so well into rewarding her acts of service

and there's some very fun themes of identity that have been lingering in my mind when it comes to it - he gifts her new clothes, jewellry, pretty things to wear and eventually her entire wardrobe has been hand selected by gortash & her connection to the temple (her old clothes) are shoved in the back of her mind, never to be looked at again. i think thats fun to think about.

there's also the idea that gortash, growing up poor and now having wealth, feels the need to prove to others that yes, he is richer than you, in a kind of "i am better than you in every way" way. mix that with the idea that when he and rue were kids they talked about running away & their main concern was having enough money, it makes sense to me he would indulge her in his wealth. sure, she didn't help get him started and she isn't entitled to any of it, but there's something fun to him about treating your (one) friend (situationship) to nice things, all while looking down at people.

i think rue likes having all these things thrown at her. she is a bit self-absorbed, especially being bhaal's chosen and fully believes she is allowed to get nice things from others - it proves their devotion to her! he gets to slowly consume her identity and wants and needs, she gets pretty things. perfectly balanced (very unhealthy)

quality time is one they both share, purely for the fact that deep down they both fear losing each other. i really like the thought of them sitting by each other, doing separate things and if they need to bounce ideas then the other is right there.

and early mornings, right before they need to start their day, theyre entangled with each other and spend a good few moments just being in the others company. then reality hits and theyre off going to be evil.

stick them in a locked room and i think they wont even notice that the door is locked. theyre over in the corner scheming together.

[bridgyrose]

Ruby loses an eye, Blake comforts her and supports her as she relearns how to do stuff.

Ruby winced as she bumped her right arm into the couch again while trying to sit down. “I dont get how Weiss can do this!” 

“She did have a few years to get used to using only one eye,” Blake said as she helped Ruby around the couch. “Give it time and you’ll be back to yourself.” 

“You say that, but we both know this is going to be an adjustment for all of us.” Ruby sat down and adjusted her eye patch, pulling her hand back when she felt the metal plate around her eye socket. Her heart started to pound in her chest as she took a deep breath to calm herself, reminding herself that Cinder wasnt there. “You saw what happened when I tried to renew my license, I could barely take a beowolf on my own. What makes me think I can be a huntress?” 

Blake gently took Ruby’s hand and squeezed. “Because you’re a talented huntress. Losing your eye is just a set back, not something that’s going to keep you from doing what you love.” 

“I… I wish I could feel that way…” 

“Do you trust me?” 

Ruby felt her heart stop for a moment as she listened to Blake, her body freezing and her breath hitching when she remembered those were the same words she had said to Blake when she went on her own to stop Cinder and lost her eye. “I-I trust you-” 

“Then relax and let me be here for you. Rushing through this will only get you hurt.” 

“And what happens when I’m not out there?” Ruby asked as her fingers tightly gripped her skirt. “What happens when I cant be out there to help others? You, Yang, Weiss, Jaune… I trust you all, but… what happens when I’m not there to back you up and you get hurt? That’s how its always been, hasnt it? I’ve always had your back on missions, always there to take care of any grimm that you dont see or come from behind.” 

“Then we’ll be careful,” Blake answered. “I’m not saying it’ll be easy, but right now, all you can do is learn how to live with your missing eye. And I’ll be by your side no matter what.” 

“Yeah, but… its… its not the same.” 

“Then maybe we can get some help.” 

Ruby sighed. “I’m tired of going to doctors.” 

“What about a friend?” 

Ruby hesitated for a moment as she tried to think of who Blake would be suggesting. “And who would you be suggesting?” 

“I’m sure Pietro wouldnt mind helping you out.” 

“No!” Ruby instinctively went to touch her eye, freezing as she felt the metal plate once more. “I dont… I-I cant….” Her fingers shook as she spoke, the burn scars under the metal plate burning as she swore she felt Cinder’s hand pressed against her eye again, the pain of fire rushing into her eye. She felt Blake squeeze her hand again as she tried to relax. “I-I dont want anyone else touching my eye.” 

“Then we wont.” 

Ruby looked at Blake and paused when she felt her hand gently touch her cheek. “But you-” 

“I dont want to make you feel like you have to rush this. If you dont want to talk to Pietro, then I’ll be by your side and help you get used to this. The rest of us will make sure to take missions that you dont have to worry about us and we can help you relearn everything you need. Will that be okay?” 

Ruby nodded and leaned into Blake’s touch, her body shaking at the idea of running into Cinder again. “And if… if we run into trouble?” 

“We have Jaune and his team as back up. But I promise, nothing bad will happen, alright? This will be just you, me, our team, and helping you learn how to be a huntress again.” 

“Right…” Ruby looked away with a small smile. “I trust you.” 

“The world will always be here for you to help and save. You can rest for a little bit.”

Ruby nodded and looked at her reflection, hating the way the scarred skin poked out from under the metal plate. Though, she still couldnt help but smile as she stayed close to Blake, her fears slowly started to melt away, feeling safe with her touch as a spark of silver ran across her good eye, fading away just as quick.