#even the heart wrenching ending ahh

[104thsquadfam]

what keith thinks about marco:

"it is always the same thing with new cadets. they live in a world of dreams. they dream, because they are still young enough to dream, despite their rather hard lives. some have stopped - like those that witnessed titans first hand. but most of them haven't. they have no idea what they sign up for, should they ever end up in the scout regiment.

when i train my kids, i train them as best i can, hoping most of them will choose either the MPs or the garrison regiment. some still pick the scouts. like nifa, who i told she was better suited in the interior, but she wouldn't listen.

there's this boy in my class now. his name is bott marco. he swore to give life and service to the king. a noble thing to say and i fully believed him when he said. it's always hard having to crush young people's dreams in a matter of seconds. but i'd rather confront them with the harsh truth about this world than send them out there totally delusional and being blamed for it. where do they learn their first survival skills after all? certainly not by the king himself...

he is a diligent boy. quiet. observant. not quite like arlert. but i think if he keeps at it, him and arlert could be leading figures. sometimes it's not all about strength - something i get the feeling jäger doesn't seem to understand. sometimes it's about having brains. bott shows an understanding about group dynamics and he's pretty sensitive too. he makes friends easily, which is a good thing. but it will most definitely kill him out there. the sooner he learns not to get too attached, the better.

i'll drive it out of him. i'll help him get ready for his seat in the army."

(picture keith utterly devastated after wall maria, when he found out about marco's death. over time, keith took a liking to him. marco became one of his favorite students. he considered him a bit of a son and i am sure they talked a lot outside of classes too. about marco's future and dream about joining the military police)

Tell my muse what your muse honestly thinks of them. Be long and descriptive or as short and sweet as you want

-This was lovely to read thank you so much for sending it, you're the only Keith Shadis account I've seen and it's nice to see what he himself thought of his cadets. Loved reading it ! Also ouch my heart AH

[cosmicjoke]

Alright... okay... I just... need a moment.

Fuck, I'm emotional. I'm trying to gather my thoughts, but it's difficult. So I'm going to try my best.

First, I just want to say thank you, thank you, thank you to everyone involved in the creation of this anime, of this story, of this masterful, masterful piece of art. The animators, the composers, the writers, the voice actors, the directors, the producers, just, everyone. And most especially, to Hajim Isayama, who, without doubt, has created one of the greatest stories ever told.

And with that said, I'm just going to say this. "Attack on Titan" is, in my opinion, the greatest show ever made. I mean that, sincerely, and with all my heart. It's the greatest show, and one of the greatest stories, of all time. It's truly a masterpiece. A pillar of great art. I don't think that's hyperbole. I think that's absolutely true.

I don't even know where to start.

I'm just blown away. Completely blown away.

Ahh, well, I guess I'll just start by talking about some of the changes that were made, and what wasn't, and how much I appreciate both. I knew they would stick with the overall story and not change the ending, and I'm so glad they didn't, because it was always the right ending. I don't care what anyone says, what anyone's criticisms are. This was always, always, always the right ending.

The obviously biggest change was the conversation between Armin and Eren near the end, and I think, given the controversy caused by this particular moment in the manga, I'm not surprised, and I think they did an excellent job of clarifying what Armin actually meant, and most importantly, that he wasn't ever condoning Eren's actions. That they had Armin instead take on and shoulder the responsibility of Eren's actions, in a show of love and friendship to Eren, was incredibly moving and gut-wrenching at the same time. That Armin blamed himself for what Eren did as much as Eren himself, and said that they would be together again someday, in hell, was actually incredibly shocking to me. But then, it makes perfect sense for Armin's character. Armin, who from the very beginning understood and accepted the bleak reality of war, of having to abandon one's humanity in order to accomplish victory. Armin's never shied away from who he really is, or what he's capable of, or tried to console himself with an idealized self-image. It doesn't surprise me that he blames himself for Eren's actions, or takes on as much responsibility for them as he places on Eren. Though one could argue all day against Armin's self-condemnation, I think it makes perfect sense for his character. I also adore how they really clarified and left no room for doubt as to the motivation behind Eren's actions. He just flat out admits at the end that it was because he wanted to "see this sight", meaning a world completely devoid of humanity, of life. He admits to Armin that he's a "slave to freedom", that this outcome came about because of who he is and for no other reason. Not to make the alliance into heroes, not to save Paradis. It was because Eren couldn't accept a concept of freedom beyond what he'd seen in Armin's book. Because, as he says of himself, he was an idiot who came into power. 80% of the world's population died because of that. But as Historia also admits in the end, it's also a result of ALL their choices. I always have maintained that AoT is a cautionary tale of what happens when we blame and persecute and hold accountable people for the sins of the past. Eren, an idiot, only came into that power to begin with because of Marley's persecution of the Eldian's, continuing to punish the Eldian people for the crimes of their ancestors. Indeed, Historia was correct. It was a culmination of all of their choices. Violence begetting more violence, and on and on the cycle continues.

The Jeagerist's created an army out of fear of reprisals from what remains of the outside world, but in doing so, they sealed their own fate. In becoming so hostile to begin with, they ensured those reprisals. That's the great irony. They formed an army to protect themselves, they became a hostile nation, an isolationist nation, and in the end, it lead directly to them being destroyed. As Armin tells Eren, his violence and desire to see a world wiped clean of humanity leaves them with nothing but the lesson of kill or be killed. It leaves nothing but a legacy of continued violence. That's the whole point of this story, of course. That violence only ever leads to more violence. Even when we don't have a choice, even when we're backed into a corner and there's no way out but to fight, even when it's the right and only choice. That's the tragedy of violence. That's the tragedy of the world. That's the tragedy of humanity. It's not that violence is always wrong. Violence isn't always wrong, but it's always tragic, and it always only leads to tragedy. Armin's condemnation of Eren and his actions here, telling him that he's robbed the world of even the small hope of one day understanding one another, that's the condemnation of Eren's violence, the condemnation of the cycle of violence. He pushed Paradis toward armament through his actions, but so did the rest of the world. People will always fight one another. There will always be war as long as there are people. The only way there won't be war is if there are no people, as Armin says, and that's the biggest joke of all. There's no such thing as lasting peace. Paradis meets its demise in the very end because it falls to the same trap, the same cycle of violence, the same cycle of continued hate that drives all war and that, saddest of all, is intrinsic to the human condition. Violence is intrinsic to the human condition, and to nature itself. In the end, Paradis brings about it's own demise, just as, in the end, Marley and all those who persecuted the Eldian's, brought about theirs. This is an anti-war story. That's what it's always been. Anyone who says otherwise is a fool. But it's also a story about the tragedy of humanity and the inescapability of our nature as a species.

So, okay, now, because I'm primarily a blog which talks about Levi, and because Levi is probably, far and away, my favorite character of all time, I have to talk about him.

What can I say?

Levi was the hero of this final episode. Of this final bow of what, again I repeat, is the greatest show I've ever seen, and one of the greatest stories ever told.

Levi is a hero.

First, if anyone, if I see anyone ever, ever, ever question Levi's commitment to humanity and to saving it ever again, after watching this episode, I will come down on them like a fucking bomb myself.

Levi saved humanity.

They all did, of course. They all contributed.

But Levi... Levi was the leader that saved humanity. He became the leader in that moment that humanity needed. For all the talk and accusations thrown Levi's way, of robbing humanity of it's greatest chance at survival in Erwin, by letting Erwin die, it was in a time of humanities greatest need that Levi stepped up and took the reigns and didn't let humanity fall.

Levi wasn't the strongest in this battle. He wasn't humanities strongest soldier anymore. He wasn't the most affective in battle, or able to single-handedly turn the tide of the battle, like he might once have been able to. But he didn't let anyone give up. He didn't let anyone give in. He didn't let anyone lose hope.

I've been saying this since the manga ended, but seeing it brought to life like this only drives it home all the more.

Levi rallied and organized and held together his soldiers when they were all ready to give up and give in. When his own body was ready to give in and give up, Levi's heart and will wouldn't. It was Levi who enabled Mikasa to deliver the final, killing blow to Eren by not giving in to despair or fear or grief when it became clear that everyone on the ground was going to turn into a pure titan. It was Levi who, in the end, fulfilled the dream of his fallen comrades of a world without titans, by keeping it together and giving out orders, by abandoning his own driving need to save lives, like he's always done, since the beginning, in order save more, in order to save the lives of people who had done nothing, in fact, but condemn and persecute him his whole life.

Levi is a hero. He's a pure hero. He has the purest heart of anyone. He's the best of them all.

And I think the change they made to Levi's final scene just drives that truth home all the more.

I'm not gonna' lie, I nearly burst into tears seeing what they did in Levi's last scene. To have him sitting there in his wheelchair, his body not even a fraction of what it had once been, but still finding a way to help people, to help, especially, children, again, it drives home without doubt what Levi is. A hero. To see him handing out candy to children, to see the happiness he finds in that simple act... Jesus Christ, I really don't even know what to say about this. It was maybe the most beautiful moment in the entire series. Shit, I'm gonna start crying just talking about it. To see him smile, again, at last, to see him truly at peace. He found a way to be a hero, even with his strength gone. He found a way to be a hero without having to be a weapon, because Levi's heroism was never in his strength. It was never because he was physically strong, or a weapon. It was never because being a hero was easy for him. It was because of his heart. Because his heart is the heart of a hero. His heart is the heart of someone who has only ever wanted to help and protect others. That he still wants to and does help people, despite already having given everything...

Yeah, don't nobody ever, EVER say to me again that Levi doesn't care about humanity. He helps even when he doesn't have to. Even when he deserves to be selfish.

He cares more than anyone.

Man, that's all I have for now. I'm pretty speechless about this episode. I'm just beyond words.

Greatest show ever. Not anime. Just any show, ever. One of the greatest pieces of cinema ever made. One of the greatest stories ever told, with some of the greatest characters to ever exist.

Thank you Hajime Isayama, for giving this gift to the world.

[smartycvnt]

About Time

Title: About Time Pairing: Sidney Prescott x Reader Summary: Sidney sits Y/n down for a talk at the hospital after they narrowly escape another Ghostface attack. R WC: 977

"Hey ass-face, over here!" Y/n shouted as she waved her arms in the air for good measure. Sidney wouldn't be happy with Y/n if she made it out of here, but Y/n didn't see an alternative to saving the lives of some innocent teenagers from the homicidal maniac. Ghostface turned towards the sound of Y/n's voice and dropped the collar of the kid they were about to kill. Y/n smirked when she realized that she had the killer's attention. "Come and get me. Third time's the charm right Ghostie?"

Y/n knew that this wasn't the same Ghostface that she had faced in the past, but each one wanted to be the one to kill Sidney Prescott's wife. The first two had the same lack of success. Billy had been jealous of Y/n's then friendship with Sidney, and in his attempt to end her life, it had grown into something more. Sidney had always been quick in the past to keep Y/n as far away from any of the murders after that experience that she could. It wasn't until they returned to their hometown for Sidney's book tour that it happened again. Jill had tried killing Y/n, but only succeeded in sending the woman to the hospital after breaking her arm. If it wasn't for Sidney's insistence that they take her to a hospital a few towns over to recover, Y/n doubted that she would have made it out of that encounter alive.

The heavy footsteps of Ghostface seemed to get louder as Y/n ran away. Admittedly, she had gotten a bit too relaxed in recent years. The once strict training regiment that she had been on went away with her paranoia and anxiety. The better she got mentally, the less she felt like she needed to be able to outrun a serial killer. Y/n's heart was pounding in her chest as her legs tried to keep their pace going forward. Sidney would never forgive herself if Y/n died. They had been keeping each other alive for the past few years. They were each other's reasons for living, and Y/n was about to take Sidney's away. It was selfish, and Y/n would spend her last moments berating herself for being so stupid.

"Ahh!" Y/n screamed out as a knife was plunged into her back. She fell forward with a heavy thud. Another gut wrenching scream was torn from her throat as a steel-toed boot stomped on the back of her leg. The crunch of her bones breaking sounded almost like gravel beneath Ghostface's boots. All of the air was forced out of Y/n's lungs from the shock, and she was left gasping for breath. Ghostface pulled the knife out of Y/n's back and lifted Y/n's head up by the hair. The edge of the knife was brought to rest against her throat, and Y/n was certain that she was going to die in that moment. She closed her eyes and waited for the swipe of the knife that never came.

Instead of having her throat slashed, Y/n heard a single gunshot before her head and the knife were dropped. She slammed her forehead against the pavement, effectively knocking herself out. Sidney rushed over to check on Y/n after Ghostface was sent running with a gunshot wound to the shoulder. Y/n looked worse for wear, but Sidney was certain that she was still holding onto life. An ambulance was called, and Sidney rode up with Y/n all the way to the hospital. The only time Sidney left Y/n's side was when Y/n went back to surgery to fix her leg. Sidney gasped when she came into Y/n's recovery room to see Y/n looking so small in the hospital bed hooked up to more wires than Sidney knew they even had at the hospital.

"Hey you," Y/n said groggily. Sidney was relieved, but the only emotion that showed on her face was anger. Y/n sat up a little in the bed and reached her hand out towards Sidney. Sidney stared down at it without taking the offered hand. "You saved me."

"I wouldn't have to keep saving you if you'd stop rushing into danger at the first sign of it. I don't know what I'd do if you died. Ghostface has taken too much from me to take you too," Sidney told Y/n. "Why did you do it?"

"I can't stand by and let other people suffer like that. I'm tired of being pushed onto the sidelines, if I could save even one life it'd be worth it. I didn't think about what it'd do to you, and I'm sorry for that Sidney, I really am. All that we really have anymore is each other, and it was wrong of me to put that in jeopardy," Y/n said as she bowed her head down in shame. Sidney had never thought of it like that. Still, it was selfish of Y/n to put everything they had accomplished together in danger like that, but her reasoning made it hard for Sidney to stay mad.

"Please don't do it again. After tonight, we're done with all of this. Dewey and Gale can handle this maniac if they want to. Ghostface isn't our responsibility and it's time that we make sure they know that. Nobody is killing either of us, I won't let them," Sidney said confidently. Y/n could agree to those terms. They had to get out of Ghostface's path once and for all. They deserved to live normal lives, or at least as normal as possible. Ghostface could try to track them down, but Sidney and Y/n knew how to stay one step ahead of that monster.

[k0kichiimagines]

WOAH OKAY YOUR ANGST WRITING NEARLY MADE ME CRY IT WAS THE ONE ABOUT SAERAN HAVING UNREQUITED FEELINGS FOR MC WHO IS MARRYING SAEYOUNG 😭😭😭

I've had a growing brainrot for saeran/unknown recently and I was wondering if you could write something about finally getting closer to saeran? something like fluff or you can just change it however you want, I trust your writing flair ✋🏻

i love writing se saeran so much <3 ahh i always loved the heart wrenching 'saeran loving mc in saeyoung's route' theories, it shatters my heart but i just had to write something at least once for it - i'm happy you liked it :D !

SE Searan x reader

: you truly do care for him, you'd wait all eternity just to sit by his side once

[Please hurry leave me, I can't breath, please don't say you love me]

[first love / late spring - mitski]

"Saeran?"

Saeyoung had left for the day, off to get a bunch of things done all in one go, and request you to stay. It wasn't uncommon for you to simply hang around the house, you'd grown fond of the twins, Saeyoung in a platonic best friends kind of way, and Saeran in that and a more… romantic sense. He was akin to a stray cat, staying firmly in his corner and only sometimes moving closer, enough for you to see his face clearly and the last bleached strands left in his hair, but never enough for him to do more then awkwardly sit near you.

Right now he was sitting on the grass outside, a blank look on his face as he stared into nothing. He didn't respond to your call, you didn't want to surprise him, nor did you want to leave him without checking on him. You sat next to him, holding your hand out as though to touch him but purposely leaving it hanging in the air - and he seemed to notice that and turn to face you. God, he looked rough, you could see it in his eyes. Silence fell over the both of you, he was clearly more comfortable with you then anyone else on a lot of days - the RFA seemed to see him as an unstable patient, and with his brother there was this awkward tension he could never bare for more then a few minutes at a time. But you didn't want to push it.

"Can I stay near you?"

"Sure." You let your hand drop near him, not yet breaking your gaze.

"Why do you want to?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why do you want to stay."

"Because I'm worried about you. I care for you." The answer felt too simple, too direct, something Jumin would state with an expression only readable by someone who cared deeply for him in return, but it seemed to be enough for his expression to soften slightly. He turned to stare up at the sky once more, but without the lost expression this time. Comfortable silence fell over the two of you, you followed his gaze to look up at the soft clouds moving slowly above you. A bird flew over once, and another close behind. You heard some more sing elsewhere.

"Are you this nice to everyone?"

"No, only the ones really special to me."

"And I'm special to you? I barely even speak to you." An emotion flickered across his face, guilt? Regret? Hope? You weren't sure, you weren't sure he was either.

"Yeah." You turned to find him looking at you once more, seemingly much closer then he was before. "You're special to me." You confirmed once more, voice trailing off into nothing as he moved close enough that your forehead was centimetres from his, you felt your heart pick up pace, he'd never been so close to you before, not since the day he'd smashed through the apartment window and held you threateningly. "Even if we're not super close right now, I like you. I care for you." Your hands made their away against his cheeks, and his eyes close at the overwhelming feeling of such a gentle touch. "I'm happy just sitting near you like this, I want the best for you, I…" You stopped yourself there. Such words would be too much today.

"Please don't tell me you … Not yet. Not now." His voice cracked ever so slightly at the end of his sentence, and he quickly blinked away any tears that threatened to fall. A useless action, because he felt them run down his face regardless at your soft nod, the unspoken phrase that you didn't need to say for him to feel, he felt it in the way your hands only felt softer against his skin, in the way you rested your forehead against his. In the way that right here, right now, he couldn't think of a single other person on this planet but the two of you.

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11, 15, and 18!! For the ask game. :)

Ahh thank you!! Answer under the cut for length because I definitely rambled a little with the last question😅

11. If you could only write angst, fluff, or smut for the rest of your life, which would it be?

A tough question! But I think I would have to go with angst. It's just so juicy and heart-wrenching and there's just endless possibilities! It's also just...cathartic for me to write it I guess? Like even when things in my life are going well (like they are right now!), it's nice to just have that space to just feel.

If I could add a little compromise, I'd say angst with a happy ending. Because you can do all the feeling and then wrap it up with some healing!

15. A Hollywood producer tells you that they want to film just one of your fics. Which fic would you want it to be?

AHH! The answer simply has to be Kindly Stopped for Me. There are several scenes in there that I would love to see on a screen. I won't give too much away for people who haven't read it but I'll just say that I think a Hollywood producer would enjoy working with the various confrontation scenes that happen along the way😅 And whatever actress played Lily would have lots of emotionally charged material to work with!

18. What is a line/scene you’re really proud of? Give us the DVD commentary for that scene?

There are a bunch of individual lines here and there that I'm proud of, but my absolute favorite bit in all of Kindly Stopped for Me is this excerpt from Chapter 18 that, to me, is the heart and soul of the entire fic: (minor spoilers ahead, if you haven't read the fic yet!)

Standing there with his mother, in the room where they’d almost died, Harry finally felt the last remaining shards of the ice shatter between them. It all seemed so stupid to him then. So pointless. All the vulnerability he’d been hiding from…the words he’d struggled to say. The lingering reluctance that had kept him from opening up to her completely, from surrendering himself to the possibility of the disappointment he feared so fervently. It was all irrelevant to him now. Ridiculous. Because what did any of that matter, as long as he had his mother? What was the point of being afraid of loving, if it was the only reason he was alive? He crossed the room quickly, all other awareness fading away, and hugged his mother. She started a little when his arms encircled her, perhaps surprised by the fact that he was the one initiating it. But she hugged him back without hesitation, and Harry could hold back the words no longer. “I love you, Mum.” 

I'd been building towards this for a while, because I definitely didn't think that trust and vulnerability would come easily to Harry, not even with Lily, and so I was trying not to rush their bonding journey (while also being conscious that I didn't drag it out too long). And I'm just...really proud of how it turned out! I don't reread posted KSFM chapters very often because I tend to get very in my head about things and only see ways they could've been better, but this is a snippet I find myself returning to a lot.

In terms of DVD commentary, I remember thinking of the context of this scene while I was driving home from the grocery store😅 I remember being stuck in traffic and letting my mind wander until I was thinking about how I could get to this next step in Lily & Harry's relationship and then the idea of them being in the Godric's Hollow nursery popped into my brain and I was SO EXCITED. I ran to my computer as soon as the groceries were put away and started writing this scene before I could forget and it came together really quickly! I was so giddy about it when I was done. It's such a lovely feeling when you realize you've written something exactly how you wanted it!!

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Eternal Rest (Series. Ryomen x Reader ) Chapter 1: Lamp post

Author’s Note: Hey yall! This is my first chapter to my series, please excuse the edits, it was a draft but I got lazy on editing it properly. :D. Either way I hope yall enjoy this journey and I hope this series will last long. I post pretty slow but I will do my best to make it consistent as possible. 

Summary:From the Feudal era and since the beggining, it was always known that the King of Curses roamed the land, tormenting the many and causing destruction. For where ever he went there was always a mysterious curse being by his side, his right hand, queen and mother of curses (YN) (L/N). It was all perfect in her eyes till a certain promiscuous human slithered into her King’s eyes. Why did things go so terribly wrong? So wrong that it was worth ripping her heart out? Reincarnation, shall commence. 

The fresh breeze followed by the scattering of falling leaves felt strangely serene. Ahh yes this memory. For once Sukuna didn't have to worry about those pestering sorcerers as he lazily laid on the wooden floor, gazing at the female curse in front of him. She sat in front of him as he watched her fingers meticulously clean their weapons of blood, noticeably taking more time on his than her own. 

It was moments like this he wished would last much longer. Now looking back, he never did appreciate the beauty she held. Her figure, her hair, intricate symbols that were covered by the dark green yukata she repeatedly wore. It was a gift from him after he noticed her old one was worn out. He was too infatuated with a human to notice your loving gazes and devotion to him. A human woman who in the end would prove to be disloyal. A human that held no actual value when being compared to a being such as themselves.  

If he could turn back the clock he would, yet that is in the past now. A curse like himself cannot be riddled with guilt. In the end he suffered the consequences of his actions, now forced to spend eternity alone, reminiscing of the past was all that was keeping him from going insane. He laughed at the notion. To be cursed by insanity. 

“Forever till the end my king,” her soothing voice instantly drew his attention. 

He saw her lips morph into a smile and eyes shine with genuine content at the declaration. Her promise. He reached out to touch her, just to feel some semblance of her warmth against his fingers would satisfy his hunger.

My queen, he thought as his finger tips barely grazed the sleeve of her dress, it all instantly disappeared into smoke. The illusion was broken. 

He scoffed in annoyance as he sat on his bony throne, trapped within his innate domain in the body of his vessel. 

“Wait my love. I will find you,”he mumbled out. 

“What was that Sukuna?” Yuji asked. 

“Shut it!” 

For some strange reason, time felt as if it slowed down. Trickling densely like an hourglass as you felt the ice cold liquid overpower your senses. It felt shocking. Floating in a void. 

It’s black, everything around you except for the strange dimly lighted surface emitting a sickly green. 

How long have I been here? Seconds. A heart wrenching pain bloomed in your chest, you gasped only allowing the strange water to flood your mouth.

No it hasn’t, it’s been years. 

You screamed in agony, only for it to be muffled by the water.  

Tears rolled down your eyes, blending into the black water. His smile, his face, and those prominent black symbols.  

His hand, covered in thick black liquid holding a glowing crystal. Fragments of memories that come and go, haunting you endlessly. Reminding you were such a fool back then. 

Why me? 

…

“ Wake up, wake up,” a girl's voice woke you up as she gently shook your shoulder. 

You groaned as you lifted your head from the desk, feeling like your head was full of cotton.

. “ You were pretty out of it. Didn’t you sleep well?” your friend, Mayu, asked. 

You didn’t answer while still waking from that dream. Was it even a dream, it felt way too real. A chill ran up your spine just thinking about that black endless void. 

“Come on, it’s getting late and I think we studied long enough,” Mayu suggested with a bright smile. “Yeah, sorry about that. It’s just I keep on having,” 

“ The same dream,” Mayu finished your sentence. 

You nodded your head in confirmation as you gathered your stationary and followed her to the doorway. 

“I think your just over stressing about stuff. Dreams tend to show our deepest troubles, wishes,” she said with certainty. It didn’t settle right with you. “Or they can be memories of a past life, I’m telling you Mai that they feel too real. It almost feels like an out of body experience,” you explained, your eyebrows pinched together as you recalled that chilling snippet of the dream. You were so lost in thought , Mayu suddenly pulled your jacket back to stop you from walking into the bustling street.

“ Aren’t you paying attention? Be careful please,”she said concerned.

Mayu instantly caught onto your hints of discomfort and unusual aloofness. she’s known you forever and she’s known you to be strong, carefree and not little things bother you. So to see you being plagued by this worried her. 

“Tell me about it then,” 

“What?” you deadpanned, not because you weren’t paying attention but it came to you that you never really explained the content of your dream clearly to Mai. 

“Yes, I want to know, maybe I can help you decipher it and we can find the root of the problem together,” Mai Suggested. 

You could t help but smile. “Oh Mai, what would I do without you?” You joked. “I don’t know, probably get lost,” she snickered. You both giggled as you two hopped onto the train, taking two empty seats near the doorway.

  “So in my dream sometimes I can see myself, but it’s not really me, I think. I look … older, different and I’m sad,” explaining it out loud just made it sound like any other dream , but you purposefully left out some of the details. “ Do you feel sad? In your dream?” 

“No…” pondering on how exactly to describe it. “I feel “her” sadness, like it’s just amplified around her or me … look all know is that I’m underwater in this black river with green pool lights and then that’s not the weirdest part?” You quickly explained. 

Mai gave you a curious look. “What’s the weirdest part?” 

As you were to answer, the chimes rang through the intercom signaling your stop. 

“Tell me tomorrow, first thing in the morning,” Mai said as you walked onto the platform. 

“I will. Get home safe,” you called out, waving her goodbye as the train doors closed. 

A strange prickling sensation came over your head making you wince. “ Man what is up with me these days,” you said to yourself, trudging up the dirty subway stairs onto the familiar streets you used to get home. 

You made your trek around the crowded streets, passing delicious food vendors, the smoke and the illuminating fluorescent lights that the arcades gave off. The same tv store you passed every day caught your attention. Standing in front of the display window with many bright screens were on the same news channel. “On today's news, officers have reported to have found another body of a young girl within the district. This is the second case of a missing person found dead within the last 3 days. Officers say that the culprit seems to be targeting young adolescent girls and young women. It is advised that all should avoid staying out late and stay within crowded public areas. Detectives have described the e,” the news reporter was abruptly interrupted by some static interference.  Despite the strange chill you got, you continued moving forward.

“What’s the weirdest part?” Mais voices echoed in your head. Well the fact that when you watch from afar, older you have pretty black tattoos across your face, not to mention that your hair is white as snow. A far cry from your ( h/c) . And you're wearing a torn kimono, revealing a portion of your chest… a gaping hole where your heart should be. 

Your stomach twisted as you can still her yells and cries for help. Maybe that’s my future, that thought made your heart stop for a moment. “ What am I thinking ? Why do I do this to myself ?” Think happy thoughts like Tokyo and what are you going to cook for dinner? Putting a little hop into your step to trick yourself into a better mood. Now that you think of it, your dreams started when you encountered that pink haired boy a couple of months ago. 

The lights of the lamp post brightened the park path, until you reached a certain point. They were dead , leaving one side completely illuminated and the other dark. That prickling feeling shot through your head and you noticed something, it was absolutely quiet, no clicks from grasshoppers or birds chirping. The sound of rushing cars from the streets behind you have eerily  disappeared. 

Your feet felt like lead as your heart rapidly beat against your chest. Something isn’t right. The bleak obsidian forest felt ominous, it even felt like the shadows were getting darker and growing? 

What did that news lady say again,“Stay within crowded public areas.” 

Your instincts told you better, you turned on your heel to walk back. 

Then that sensation of needles amplified and the once warm outside felt like it dropped in temperature. Your heart sank as you heard a whisper behind you. Your throat felt closed and you were stuck in place,frozen by the unknown presence behind you. “Okasan,” it whispered once more but this time it tickled your ear. 

There was no time to scream as you were pulled into the dark shadows . There was none of your belongings  left behind on the path as if nothing happened . 

... 

A bright blue light appeared at the surface, a startling contrast that wasn’t you haven’t seen before. It beckoned you to come for it. “Okasan,” you can faintly hear. Unconsciously, you reached for it. 

…

It all happened so fast, it was unfathomable leaving you gasping, streams of tears across your face as you felt a strange object being shoved down your windpipe. 

Your mouth was pried open by something you only see in nightmares. Your strength was nothing compared to this thing, using all your might to push its nimbly hand away from your face but to no avail. Whatever little crystal it placed into your mouth, you refused to swallow. The creature was already one step ahead, clamping your mouth shut and covering your nose with the other. 

In the distance you can hear havoc and growls, people yelling. 

Suffocating, the impending pain and exhaustion were high, and your resolve was depleting. The sound of growls, tremors were slowly being drowned out. Why is this happening to me? Did I ever do something to deserve this?

The little crystal felt uncomfortable as it traveled down your throat. An electrifying sensation traveled through your body as spots speckled your sight, and your surroundings began to cave in. 

… 

 A melodious, mischievous laugh echoed as you drifted, children's laughter. Oh how you missed them. 

A bright blue light appeared at the surface, a startling contrast that you haven’t seen before. It beckoned you to come for it. “Okasan,” you can faintly hear. Unconsciously you reached for it just the bright light blinded your sight. Your peripheral vision caught a glimpse of someone as you were being pulled into the light while they were being dragged into your abyss. 

…

Pain. That’s all you can process as a blood curdling scream escapes your lungs, coughing and gasping for air after coming out of that purgatory state. 

“It's time to wake up, mother ,” an all too familiar voice gently spoke followed by a small whine . As your vision cleared the first thing you are greeted with is the spindly long figure curse you knew all too well. How could you forget those adoring gold eyes and the lopsided jagged smile he presented you with, he is your son after all. Tears continued to seep out of your eyes, as the pain slowly diminished and relief blossomed instead.

 “Strife,” you said in affirmation as he gently placed you on your feet. It was all clear to you now, the lights of tall buildings, the strange noises that filled the air and the clothing you wore. 

“I’ve been reincarnated,” you said as you looked into the cloudy night sky. The feeling of the breeze hit you, it felt sweet to be in the open once again, spreading your arms as if to embrace the sky. Gently twirling in it like if you were dancing with it.  

A laugh bubbles within your throat, you couldn’t help it. 

“Finally I am free from my imprisonment!!” You yelled into the air, a smile plagued by insanity drawn across your face. Basking in the light was exhilarating, the air against your warm skin.

 “Oh how I missed the human realm,” you spoke soothingly to Strife as you gently caressed his large face. Setting your forehead to touch his, “ And now that I am here, we have to find the others,” 

Strife let out a low hum in approval. “Mother, there is something you must know before we look for the others,” he said. 

“ And what is that?”  

“The sorcerer’s will come for you,”Strife said as a snarl escaped his mouth.

“Mhhhh, I figured as much. Do you have anything in mind?” 

Strife eyebrows knitted as he thought, a smile fell across your face. Just like always. Thinking about everything. 

One moment everything was like the old days until you noticed his long ears perked up, twitching immediately sending him to put a defensive stance in front of you. “ What is wrong?” 

“THAT cursed user is here,” he hissed while his black fur began to stand on its ends. Whoever this sorcerer must be strong, in other words will be a nuisance to you. A sigh left your mouth. “And I just woke up.”you whined.

.“Mhhhh, then do what you have to do?” you said. Seeing Strife's mischievous grin only meant one thing, you weren’t going to like it. 

... 

Sukuna continued to ignore the bickering between the brat and his friends. Discussing another case of a potential curse causing the death of humans. He closed his eyes and attempted to return to his memories. His eyes shot open when he felt a ripple of curse energy, again. This is the second time. The first time it occurred a few months ago followed a smaller wave, it slightly drew his attention even as he resided within the brats body, he chose to ignore it. It was nothing compared to his power yet he couldn’t shake the strange familiarity that curse energy brought, it was like he had forgotten someone’s name but couldn’t recall who it was. It didn’t matter to him in the end as he had no need for such miscellaneous things. 

That was until the second ripple occurred shortly after dark. Unlike the first one, it held more energy causing Yuji and Kugisaki to stop whatever they were doing. It was heavy with malice and expanded much farther, warning other smaller curses to leave. An energy dense similar to his own. It couldn’t be, no. A rush of excitement enthralled him as a wicked smile crept onto Sukuna’s face. He could practically taste the  distinct aura, bitter yet sweet just as he remembered. It took every ounce of self control not to burst into laughter as he pinpointed what district the curse energy was coming from. It was all making sense now. Don’t worry, my love. Soon we will be reunited.

[wild-karrde]

Okay here goes nothing. Sheepishly doing a self promo of my Echo x Reader fic Safe in Your Arms Again because I’m pretty happy with how it turned out. 🫣🫣🫣🫣 it’s def NSFW. Ahh I think I did this right 🫠

https://www.tumblr.com/anxiouspineapple99/720363842705702912/summary-reader-is-trying-to-cope-with-her-loss-of

YOU DID GREAT AND THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS IN!!! Because OOOOF THE ANGST, THE ANGST!!! This is absolutely heart-wrenching in the most beautiful way. I think you perfectly captured Rex and Fives's sense of duty and how Fives would absolutely have kept his brother's secrets. And just... OOOOOOOOF IT HURTS. This is wonderful even if it made my chest hurt with grief. The ending is so hopeful and wonderful in contrast. The relief and joy and Echo's hesitancy. It's so good. Thanks so much for sending this in!

Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)

[moonlightdancer26]

hey! first I just want to say I really appreciate everything you've done for the snapedom, and I don't mean this ask in an anti-snap way. I wanted to know, how do you feel about the Snape-hugging-lily's-dead-body scene? I know it's technically not canon, but even so, I see a lot of people saying it's creepy, and I don't see it like that at all. grief is a big thing, it doesn't always manifest in one sad sobbing scene- it really can be as unhinged as snape in deathly hallows. I have actually seen people, in their grief, hug a dead body before, and I don't see how it's creepy, esp since lily was so important to severus. so I just wanted to know what your take is?

Hi, anon.

Ahh, that scene. I don’t consider it creepy at all, hugging a dead body is completely normal reaction to someone dying. If Snape antis consider that creepy and “disrespectful” (the amount of people who say this is mental), then I suppose Harry was too for clinging onto Cedric’s body in GoF.

What actually irks me in that scene is Snape just leaving a baby!Harry who had just became an orphan screaming and crying in the back. Yeah, yeah, for all we knew movie!Snape could’ve attended to him right after the scene ended, but I just feel like it was a bit OOC for book!Snape. Of course, a person in grief should never be expected to act rationally, and it still was a very heart wrenching scene, but it just felt weird—not to mention the many plot holes that scene created. Additionally, Snape could not have known Lily was actually dead until he had examined her, Voldemort had agreed to spare her after all—and had she been alive but unconscious she would’ve been in more need of attention than baby!Harry. I just really wish the filmmakers could’ve handled the scene better (at least cut baby!Harry out of the shot 😭??), I have many mixed feelings about it.

And honestly—the creepiest part about all this is the fact that people try to turn that moment of grief and loss into a creepy one in the first place.

So, there, anon, that’s my take. and btw your ask doesn’t come off as anti-snape at all, it was just a simple question. :)

[wishmemel]

Heyy! I saw your ask a fanfic writer post so I hope you don't mind me participating :D

5, 17, 19, 20, 39, 42, 45, & 64

[ I would've asked more, but I don't want to overwhelm you w a bunch of asks 😭]

hi hi i appreciate you going out of your way to ask ! thank u sm for this as i’ve never gotten a chance to participate in one of these before > <

5. have you ever made a playlist about something you were writing as an elaborate means to procrastinate when you could have been actually writing and if yes drop a link, son

when it comes to playlists, i make them for my own OCs - not really for fics that i've written ! (but i have a playlist for satoru that is... still a work in progress. i'll totally share once i feel like i'm actually getting somewhere > <)

17. what is your favorite line you’ve ever written?

this is such a good question omg - had to scroll through all my unpublished wips for this, but my favourite line at the moment would be:

"IS A STORY DEEMED A TRAGEDY IF YOU TAKE BACK WHAT WAS YOURS (you can raise the dead, climb through hell, and fight the devil if you must; even the gods won’t interfere when they see a wrath like yours, harbinger. fear not, child of stars, lady midnight, the gods need not your wrath to bring about your damnation.)"

hehe this is from one of those never-ending fics that i keep in my drafts and finish two years later cause why not !

19. what are some books or authors that influenced your style the most?

rick riordan honestly altered my brain chemistry as a child. he was my favourite author for so long which is why i was a little disappointed when i grew up and read about all the cultural stereotypes in his writing :( aside from him, i know this is controversial, but i really like sarah j. maas's writing style for some reason? she focuses a lot on characters, rather than plot, and i tend to do the same, but overall i just enjoy her silly writing.

20. what is your favorite trope to write?

ahh this is such a hard one to choose from, but if i'm being honest i'm always a sucker for two characters in a relationship arguing and being really hurtful towards each other, and then later making up and being so so soft. idk if it counts as a trope, but i have countless wips of this ^.^

39. are you an avid reader?

yes ! ever since childhood ! i used to be a really shy kid and would always read while the teacher was talking until i was told multiple times to put my book away > < i'm more social now and usually only read during breaks when i don't have school to worry about !

42. describe the aesthetic of a story in 5 words.

this question confuses me a little, honestly... like one of my stories? a story i like? i'm so confused > <

since it's not very specific, i'm going to do it based off of this: JJK Men Tropes, if that's okay !

Suguru Version (cause i've been thinking of @mambalae-s recently and i'm always reminded of her love for Suguru): imprints, confessions, promises, childhood, and forever !

45. name three of your favorite fanfic writers.

it's been a while since i've read fanfic and this is more than three, i'm sorry > <

@tawus, @/beaubcxton on ao3, @/impxria on ao3, @edendaphne, and @/xoxodee on ao3 !

64. what is your favourite title for a fic you’ve read? 

honestly, any taylor swift lyrics, but also you don't even know me at all (but i was made for loving you), and What Shall I Swear By? (Swear By Yourself, and I’ll Believe You), and Say It Later, Say It Now, and i put this heavy heart in you (it's not your fault) !

i find them all so so poetic and heart-wrenching !

ask game - come say hi (i promise i don't bite ^.^)

[wackus-bonkus-maximus]

Wackus it is a CRIMINAL OFFENCE to be so good in writing. The story was *chefs kiss*. Ladyboir vigilante au was something I did not know I needed and in ur writing its so flavourful

also just had my weekly reread of Like smoke from a furnace and I hate you (affectionate) for the tissue boxes that finished. ( Some day wackus some day if I learn to write something that is not a whole mess, I will definitely send you the bills. ) That fic wrenches my heart in such a good way. The feels! I'm so so devastated and hopeful at the same time and its so amazing when writing does this it is so so precious to me I don't know how to thank you for writing the piece. THAT ENDING SUWHSJAKALSGGD... and yes I read the comments on what will happen next JKSJSKSJDGHSKSKSJSHHSK Plagg's characterization , alya and marinette's friendship and CAT THE WALKER. HOW HOW do u make such banger writings! Ilyilyilyily

On a side note lsfaf reminds me of another fic I read (not from the ML fandom, its rpf but it's really wonderful and it's mildly adrinette flavoured.plus u don't need to know much background info to understand. Annnnnd it reads like an ML au with a bit ooc characters) and it punched my feels in a good way. I do think it's your brand of angst so...

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45408208

please don't feel obliged to read it, I just remembered your fic when I read it and thought I should share <3

HAHAHHAHAHA that pun just gave me 1000000000 xp 💛💛💛💛💛 tysm arisa i'm so happy you liked my little ladynoir wish fulfillment fic!

also, WEEKLY?? you read my smoky furnace story WEEKLY?!?! arisa omg how do you handle that like i can't even think about it without wanting to lie down and wildly envision an entire music video to taylor swift's cardigan featuring that fic. still, if you enjoy it that much don't let me stop you >:)) i also have fics that i'm obsessed with and want to get tattooed on myself so knowing there's one of mine that can be the same for someone else is just so 💕💖❤️‍🔥💗💝❣️

ahh i read the fic, it was really good 💔❤️ took a few notes on the way that author writes too soo 👀 if another one of my soon to be published wips comes out hurts the way your rec did, you will know why :3

[jokertrap-ran]

[Stand My Heroes] Sugar or Spice♥想いが溢れるホワイトデー (White Day of Overflowing Feelings) Tsuduki Kyosuke SSR【He who Enchants】Translations

*Sutamai Master-list *MC name is retained as my usual *Part 3′s Story title: [ セリフだけれど It’s a line, but… ]

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Kyosuke: I don’t mind putting everything I have onto the line if that’s what I have to do to make you choose me!

Kyosuke’s dignified voice rang out from the stage he stood upon.

I couldn’t help but be moved by the sad gaze and heart-wrenching cry he had just let out.

(I can’t bear to tear my eyes away from this development as it plays out…)

The play that he had invited me to, was one of romance.

And the role that Kyosuke was playing was that of a man, caught between two conflicting families.

Female Actor: But, but I’m…!

Kyosuke: …We’ve been blessed with a moonless night tonight. I’m sure that’ll shield us from unwanted eyes.

He pulled the girl in, seeing as how she was unwilling to take his proffered hand.

Ran: !

Her body was completely encased by his, effectively hidden from sight.

(I know that this is just a performance. I’m aware of it, but still…)

I repeated the mantra in my head, but that still didn’t seem to help the stab of pain I felt deep in my heart at the sight.

They both ran together, hand-in-hand, and the scene changed by the time I noticed.

─────────────────────────⋅…⋆⋅☆

Ran: The play was really, really, great!

I was invited into the Dressing Room after the play had ended.

Ran: It was so enthralling that I couldn’t bear to tear my eyes from it since I didn’t know what was going to happen next throughout the entire play…

Ran: I even felt nervous for the character during the scene where he confronted his best friend atop a cliff!

Kyosuke: Thanks. I’m glad to see that you enjoyed the show.

Kyosuke: I can’t help but feel truly elated that someone enjoyed it since I’ve been practising for this for a long time now.

Ran: …Is it on a different calibre than that of Movies and Dramas?

Kyosuke: I suppose you can say that. A play’s a one-shot game and you can’t really pull the wool on the eyes of others.

Ran: A one-shot thing…right, there was that scene where they ran off together.

The memory of the actress being in close contact with him flashed across my mind as I spoke.

The complex feelings I had felt back then welled back up in my heart, despite how much I had tried to suppress and forget them earlier.

Ran: …That was kinda sexy, and cool too.

I gave him a general impression of what I felt about that scene as I tried to mask the slight hurt I felt.

Kyosuke: Ahh, that scene?

Kyosuke: “We’ve been blessed with a moonless night tonight. I’m sure that’ll shield us from unwanted eyes.”

Ran: !

He recited the lines and hugged me close.

Kyosuke: “No eyes will be on us now. Now, let us run away.”

(H-His hand’s circling my back!)

He hugged me tightly to him, just as he did to the actress on stage earlier.

I couldn’t stop the thundering of my heartbeat as it raced along its own merry tune despite knowing that I had unwittingly been put into the shoes of the actress that played his lover.

Kyosuke: “If you’re still unwilling to let me hear your answer, then…”

Ran: ……!

I had just moved to look slightly up at him when he descended, up close, where I could feel his breath on my skin.

(Is he going to just-)

Right when my racing heartbeat had finally reached the crescendo...

Kyosuke: Okay, and here ends the eloping scene.

He withdrew the hand he had curled around my back and greeted me with a smile on his face.

It was different from the one he had shown on the stage, no, this smile was one of a devil in disguise. The usual one he had on.

Ran: You…

Kyosuke: I?

Ran: You really surprised me there!

I plopped down onto the sofa shakily before taking in a deep breath.

I didn’t even know when I had held my breath, in the middle of all that had just transpired.

Ran: Really, it was just all so sudden…

Kyosuke: You were the one who said that the scene was sexy and cool.

Kyosuke: So I thought that I’d show it to you again by re-enacting it before you.

Ran: Showing me and involving me in the act are two totally different things!

I took a couple of deep breaths to steady myself and settle my flighty nerves.

(And the lines he recited…) (I’m pretty sure it was way more passionate than when he said it during the play…)

Glancing at him didn’t solve the issue either, for I couldn’t grasp his true intentions.

(I’m sure that it’s just my imagination.)

I fanned my flaming cheeks as I convinced myself so, repeating the new mantra in my head.

───⋅𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐸𝒩𝒟⋆⋅☆

[mestizashinrin]

Leo es beyond amazing in Happy Ending Romance. Love his acting, his presence, his voice. ahh his voice is so soft and charming. His character is wonderful, so problematic but I can emphasize so much with him.

i think i read the title as a romance that ends happily at the end of the drama, but it's called like that bc there are happy romances that end. i mean, you're gifting us the first scene of the drama with a lot of emotion and so much soulmates and love till death romance. and then everything happens.

i am liking this drama a lot, a lot. the script is the best. their conversations are heart-wrenching and mature at the same time.

I'll watch this again some day because... yeah, characters, their motivations, their upbringing, their morals, their actions; the ambience, the music, the lyrics, the acting!!! (even if i am not liking Karam's interpretation that much).

[wrapped-up]

hiiiii⭐️⭐️⭐️ i’m back. with a more thought out review!

this chapter absolutely did not go where i was expecting it to go. i thought “this is perfect. remus will win sirius back the garden, and then they’ll kiss and work it all out and then we’ll get 2 chapters or them in happy relationship bliss.” WOW was i wrong!!!

THE PROPOSAL (ish? propsalish.) what the HELL. i was NOT expecting that in the slightest i cannot BELIEVE that that happened. i’m still reeling. poor gabriel! poor remus!!! god. that was Not Good.

i don’t even have words for what happened in scotland. i feel SO badly for sirius, and yet i also feel so badly for remus while being so incredibly annoyed with him. sirius really did put it all out there, i was yelling at my phone when remus kept shutting him down. UGH! their fight was so well done. so sad and exciting and passionate and furious it was just perfect. and also so frustrating and upsetting. also side note- wtf marlene? if i was remus i would be FURIOUS that she told sirius about what happened with gabriel.

and then sirius getting sick🥹🥹 poor thing, i was just so sad. he’s really been through it emotionally and physically.

but the real 2 kickers. FIRSTLY- wild thing, i think i love you?!16?!61827 COME ONNNN this is TORTUROUS!!!! i was shocked, bamboozled, stunned. so sad. so heart wrenching and beautiful. and then SECONDLY- i would. if i had you, i would. LIKE ???????? oh my god!!!!

i honestly have no idea how they are going to move on and recover and get together after this. i’m nervous and also excited for where you take them! cant believe i have to wait through 2 chapters of Not wolfstar to visit them again.

brilliant, amazing, soul sucking chapter. blew me away and i can’t wait for more! xx

Hello, hello!⭐️⭐️

I'm sorry but in my defence, I really enjoyed writing the fight scene and the path to true love never did run smooth. I'm glad you enjoyed that scene because it took so much working and reworking!

Ahh, poor Gabriel. Maybe I'll write him a happy ending (teehee).

And the kickers... yeah, I enjoyed those too!

Thank you so much! I promise we're getting there!

[maychild]

dear doctor ep 8

i keep raving about how much i love tua's character. but. this ep just solidified the fact that he's the best character for me. yes, we love characters who learn and grow and all that jazz but i think the characters who are often static throughout narratives often get shunted off to the side and are under-rated as a result (i'm mostly thinking of side-characters, or the best friends who are always wise and always dole out the best advice/friendship/support). and tua, as a character, feels very static--by which i mean he is going to end the show in the same place he started it--as a grim reaper, and not having learned or grown much throughout.

well, most likely he will have to learn how to balance a romantic relationship with prakan and his job as a grim reaper, which often puts the two of them at odds, but i feel like that's a couple journey they're going to have to go through instead of an individual journey. and idk if that's why prakan rubs me the wrong way--he and tua are obviously NOT equals in this story. tua is the much more understanding one, while prakan is always a step or two behind in terms of showing empathy and sympathy. oh, he does care greatly for his patients, don't get me wrong, but that caring is often presented in a very rigid, black and white manner. like, you're going to be cured whether u like it or not because i'm your doctor and i say so and i know better than you. prakan IS a great doctor, but an arrogant one who prizes his smartness and greatness AS A DOCTOR above everything else, even his patients.

so this disparity between tua and prakan as characters often leaves me frustrated, mostly at prakan because i want to shake him and ask him to understand tua a bit better as well.

(obviously there's not going to be a "correct" side when death is involved, and certainly not when someone loses their beloved parent, and maybe i'm more like prakan in that regard but i can't wait for the moment when he finally shows some understanding and sympathy for tua).

i loved prakan a lot more this ep than in previous ones. his grief was palpable and heart-wrenching and i wanted to give him a hug, when previously all i wanted to do was shake him.

i'm still not totally onboard this ship tho i see the potential but...the North Star talk was very cute, i'll admit. nathee definitely has a crush on keeta, and i loved that keeta was there for him when he saw his abusive father for the first time in a while again (although that's just the kinda character keeta is--an adorable precious cinnamon roll) and i loved the backstory we got on nathee.

still maintain metha is a prick, but i do love nuch/metha together so freakin' much. (srsly our girl nuch throws juuuuust a tiny bit of attention his way and i swear he becomes totally whipped for her. which, same, dude, same.)

ahh, the car crash. a monumentally stupid charade to get our doctor in mortal danger. i know this had to happen so prakan could reevaluate his life and his choices and somehow accept that he can't win over death, but that that doesn't mean he should quit being a doctor because he has saved a ton more lives than he has lost but. still. so monumentally stupid and funny.

me, whenever i encounter car accidents and protagonists getting hit by vehicles in dramas:

[sugxrslushy]

Hey there! Could you do a little Drabble where reader usually cries when their mad and one day they get into an Argument with characters (Luffy and Sanji) and start crying because their angry and the characters comfort them thanks you

Comforting an S/O who cries during an argument

➪ a/n: hello!! I'm not the biggest fan of writing drabbles for two characters (and in all honesty didn't see that part till I finished this) so I hope you don't mind headcanons instead!! I'm sorry ahh, I should really read things more carefully but my brain likes to completely erase words from sentences

➪ includes: Sanji, Luffy (w/a gn!reader)

➪ warnings: arguments and yelling at each other, nothing in detail but please do proceed with caution!

Monkey D. Luffy

Luffy isn’t one to argue. Although he’s gotten into fights and other issues with his crewmates, he does try to avoid it. And it’s hard to provoke someone who tends to be the living embodiment of the sun to argue with you

But with a lot of things already going wrong piling on, he might tend to snap at some point. Upsettingly, it happened when the two of you were discussing something that turned into an argument

It isn’t pretty, the both of you actually getting mad at each other is something that’d put anyone in a bad mood that sees it. There’s something almost gut wrenching seeing Luffy who’s normally so cheery actually getting mad

Too distracted by his own side of the argument he doesn’t notice you holding back tears. But the minute your voice cracks as you try to get your words out, he stops in his tracks to look at you

There’s no way you’re continuing the argument after this, Luffy already has you trapped in a tight hug and squishing his cheek up against yours. “Y/n please don’t cry! I’m not actually mad at you!”

His mood can change like a lightswitch, seeing his s/o in tears because of something he did makes him upset. He doesn’t like seeing you upset to begin with, he wants to see you happy and smiling!

He apologises as he holds you, offering to bring you to Chopper and see if the little doctor had something to help you. As you calm down, Luffy will do little dumb things to make you feel better and hopefully less upset

Sanji

Oh dear, it’s almost impossible to pick an argument with him. He’s incredibly good at averting anything that may cause an argument and will quickly deal with it without any yelling

You’re the most important person in his life! He wants to pamper you with love, kisses and practically anything you love. Arguing or making you cry is something he’d never want to happen

It can’t be completely avoided though, he tries to hold back from getting too upset but you on the other hand can’t. You’re already fed up and can’t help but starting getting even more by how he keeps trying to walk out of the argument

The minute he sees that you’ve started to tear up his heart shatters. Did he make you cry? Are you really this upset with him? The poor cook feels awful seeing you like this

He carefully tries to stop you so you can calm down, wiping away tears with napkins he nabbed from the kitchen and telling you to catch your breath. He waits till you aren’t sobbing as heavily to talk again

He’ll scoop you up and place you on the countertop, just standing between your legs and whispering soft little words to get you to calm down. His every word has “I’m sorry” included in it

Sanji will cook you all your favourite meals for weeks on end after this to make up for it. He still feels upset with himself about making you cry so please tell him you were just frustrated, it makes him feel a bit less bad

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[muffindaddystyles]

Keep holding my hand.

Harry was in an emotionally abusive relationship before y/n, something happens that makes his insecurities float back.

Impetuous reel of dithery thoughts rapidly bustles on the wall, Harry stares at it blankly – he stares and stares and stares ..... yet it does nothing for what he wishes.

His stomach fills with acid and his mouth burns with foulness with each painful beat his heart gives realizing maybe this's the end ---- he doesn’t spare a glance to the dinner wafting off he cooked with much happiness looking forward to tonight.

Where did I went wrong?

Did I hurt her in any way? What if she didn’t like me popping up at her studio that day to remind her of tonight

Well Keat didn’t like it ..... She used to hate it Infact,

No! She’s not like keat —--

But, then why isn’t she picking your phone? She knew, promised and she still didn’t came tonight?

What if she’s sick? Fuck, then I should go to her.

He shuts his screaming conscience down, shoving the heels of his palm against his pop-sockets wearily to make him feel something --- to escape the hurt that’s looming around him, crushing and squeezing him to death.

He blows off the candles, melted to their base from being sorrowfully lit from three hours atleast --- mocking him and his sincerity.

You deserve this.

Why did y’think ye' deserved anybody’s love?

She doesn’t love you anymore --- just like keat....

The corners of his glossy eyes prickles with pearly tears and it drops down his clavicles, with blurry vision he dials her one last time and it goes straight to her voicemail alike past three hours.

Hiya, Y/N here! Leave a message ‘cos I mighty be busy or maybe lazyin' round the farthest corner of my home .......

He tosses and turns, does it manifold times --- his sleep betrays him too and he’s angry soaring with venom, if he could scream from a cliff and throw stones down the pound furiously he'd instead his eyes runs droopy.

His shuddering breath sulks to tranquillity, all he could hear’s a screech of wind that’s hitting the window and his guts.

His body jerks at the chirp of voice he’s oh so familiar with —- other days he'd be submerging in the honeyness of it but at the moment he bites down his wrist to keep him wrenching his empty stomach out.

“Happy anniversary, bub!” His brows clinches down into a grumblish frown and he presses his hand between his thighs turning his back upon hearing the careful steps treading in.

The creaking stalls and she stands at his doorway with heavy heart, her throat —-- uff her throat feels like as if someone punched it several times.

Not letting her tongue to utter any word —- anything that’d assure him and her, everything’s alright --- it’s not a big deal.

Ofcourse, it is!

Little things matters most to him – told you —- he .. — he told you himself and you hurt him, you hurt him just because you couldn’t stand to your boss.

She wanted it to be perfect for him, for them — winded up the work her boss hoarded on her mercilessly last minute demanding her to wrap it up in an hour --- felt giddy and motivated to do it speedily looking forward to their celebration. Bought his favourite chocolate moose cake standing in the line of his favourite bakery, since he doesn’t like any other flavour.

She stands at the side bed looking down at him, heartbreaking in million pieces seeing him torn, all teary cheeks and this stoic for the first time they’ve been dating.

“’M sorry -- I –- my boss trapped me and – ‘n I really wanted to call you —-- then it took me forever at your favourite bakery, I’m so sorry baby.” She rambles nebbish-ly and catches onto his shoulder when he tries to face away from her.

He mutters, “Forget bout it. Go back home ‘s getting late.” Though, his heart lurches forward to embrace her and shower her in kisses telling her “it’s totally fine.” And that “how bout we celebrate now,” but being an emotionally sensitive person has it's very cons and one of it is requiring space and time to recover for better thinking.

His eyes slips into abyss and he holds back a sniffle when he feels the mattress dip behind him, she sighs, coos in the softest voice she only keeps it for her lover, “Oh baby .... you’re my home.” She's well aware of the anxiety he goes through. He feels like everything crumbling but she's there to catch him and she rubs his back.

The many many reassurances he needs from his lovie to keep going for them, the praises for him for treating her like the most precious daffodil —- because he never got praised before; even though how much of the world’s luxuries he'd lay at his ex's feet was never assured that how much she loves him (because she never did).

Y/N would never want his insecurities to float back and sting his scars, she'd never want him to ever go through from what he did in past —-- to be used like a toy and manipulated, might sound weird and whumpy of her but she’d kill many dragons to keep him protected at any cost.

He sleeps with her body cocooning him from behind and his erratic breath syncs to her calm ones.

..

His dreams full of suffering, void and darkness violently clashing and swirling against eachother as the ugly creature takes Y/N away from him, leaving him in prison of his own pathetic head.

Fear of loss —- he fears loosing her and does it make him toxic? He was snubbed so many times – being told his behaviour was toxic that he’d hesitate before doing anything precisely very fondly caring —- but then Y/N came in his life and she'd tell him how much she appreciates him, how he’s like the best sundae in hot summer and he felt like she’s the sunshine he was waiting for in the never-ending rainy days.

Y/N stirs from her light sleep on hearing the broken whimpers, the valley of her chest moist as he cries into her and she cups his cheeks gazing down at him concerned, “What happened sunny .... baby talk to me ...” Her voice groggy and on verge of tearing.

She sits back a little with him still between her legs and wipes his tears away gently, “I’m so sorry ...” He mumbles –-- eyes bloodshot and she shakes her head pulling him closer, if she’d be able to cradle him in his lap she'd but apparently he’s too big.

Queasy hiccups, “f – fo'--... d —- dou...” sad sniffles and hiccups that tightens his chest.

She tenders his wobbly lip kissing his temple, “shhh. shhh, puppy I should be the one apologising yeah?”

“no .. I didn’t gave another thought before doubting --- that –-- that you’re about to leave, no person in right mind does this – I —-,” His body trembles with blue sobs.

“Harry ...” she tries to gain his attention and when he still doesn’t listen, “I know I don’t deserve y'n – ‘n maybe you don’t want me anymore —--” she raises it a bit, “Harry!” he falls quiet --- nibbling the corner of his cheek to hold back hiccups.

“Look at me puppy, yeah? Shh hold my hand and take a breather.” She smiles. Takes his sweaty hand and aligns his palm to her mouth for a deep kiss – then squeezes it.

“Keep holding it baby, keep holding my hand, you’re going to be fine --- we – see us here,” she points between them with gleamy eyes and he nods timidly wiping his nose with his sweater paw, “we are fine baby –- we are okay..”

How could someone be this dreamy? This gentle and sweet? What did I do to deserve my lovie?

“Better?” She inquires. Little worried that he'll fall back into rabbit hole and tucks his head under her chin, keeping him warm against her chest and he clutches the hem of her shirt nuzzling into her.

“Did you really think, I’d leave you and that on our first year anniversary? Sorry to tell you .... ‘m stitched to your hip for life time, there’s no exchange policy puppy how much you grump.”

She grins. Happy to earn a feeble chuckle from him and scratches his head, looping his curls around her fingers.

“I love you.” She startles when he speaks hoarsely after the longest time and it’s not like he's saying it for the first –-- but it still doesn’t fail to engulf her in warmth, so much of it.

“I love you too, you’re my only puppy and very loved one.” His eyes crinkles prettily at that and she kisses the tip of his nose.

“You want to rest? We could eat the dinner you dearly made for me and oh we got moose cake in fridge too, what a coincidence!” She giggles. The room fills with wet treacly noises of smoochy kisses she’s patching on his cheeks and his jaw.

Without a word he holds her finger and leads her to kitchen, she creates proud noises of “ooh!” and “ahh!” trying to sneak a glimpse from over his shoulder but he'd shoo her away as he heats the food; she gets out gorgeous smiles from him she cherishes so much.

“You did all of this for me?” She gasps sweetly, hand over heart to accentuate the love she's feeling and walks towards him when he nods timidly rubbing his socks feetsies one over the other.

His cheeks blazes peach and she giggles pinching them, “You’re so cute aren’t you?”

“Okay then. Let’s eat!” she claps her hands together and pecks his lips before pulling her chair beside him rather than opposite to him and his heart flutters at that --- each pore oozing with deep love for her and every insecurity and anxious ideas completely drains out of him when she pats his seat and wiggles in her own --- anticipated to taste what he made.

“Hmm. This tastes so good, H! Your hands are really magical, huh?” She passes him a smirk pecking each of his knuckle to make him feel better about himself and his lips quirks up softly, “Thank you – d’ya w'na umm eat the moose here o'in bed?” Her face beams at that, him speaking more than two words and looking forward to spend the night with her.

“On bed, please –-- would you like tea? Think ‘m running out of if —- proper jello ....” She cleans the table and raises her brows when he gazes her adorningly as she’s the nymphs of stary oceans.

He shakes his head, nose twitchy as she nudges him teasingly and he takes her off-guard --- hugging her by waist and kisses her soft tummy.

“Nothing just love you bleedin’ much.”

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