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Hi! Just learned about you blog and whatnot and had a request. Jason Todd x Reader where Reader has been kidnapped? Maybe by Joker or Black Mask or someone else from his past?
Safe Again
Jason Todd x Raeder
wc: 1.9 K summary: Jason saves you from being captured from Black Mask warnings: kidnapping, injuries, standard Gotham violence, blood a/n: SUCH A COOL REQUEST!!11!!!1!!1 thank you for the request, it was so much fun writing about it
You feel your head pounding aggressively, making it hard for your eyes to focus on anything in the small room. It‘s cold and weird, you can‘t really remember how you got here. The sounds of chains being dragged on a cement floor made your breath hitch, finally starting to feel the aches in your limbs. You must‘ve been hurt badly in several places, especially in your knees for some reason.
»Awake?« A deep rumbling comes from the gates, looking up from the already bloodied floor. The smell just makes you sick, already feeling worse than you already are.
»Don‘t worry, he‘ll be here in a while. But not to come and save you,« what seems to be Black Mask circles your chair, hands behind his back, »but to fall into my trap. You‘re just a distraction, sweet girl. He should have known better than to fall in love. How foolish.«
You can‘t exactly focus on his words, fighting against the dizziness. The room feels incredibly cold but you are sure it isn‘t really that chilly. First, your legs start to tremble before it builds up from there, becoming a shivering mess.
»Oh, poor thing. Scared? Don‘t you worry.«
He stands in front of you, some bigger figures standing in the back and possibly watching.
»It‘s just for a little longer.« A creepy face comes in your view, never having seen him up close or in person before. The mask brings another wave of danger into your brain, holding in your breath. Your body is all tense but you can‘t stay still, trembling everywhere.
Finally, the room spins and you process his words. Before you fall into unconsciousness you realise… Jason will die when he gets here.
He should have seen it coming. All the terror attacks on innocent civilians before, now getting to his loved one. Bruce and Dick told him he should keep a clear head and not blame himself, but he can‘t afford listening to them when he knows that it‘s all his fault.
It seems like too much, he can‘t catch a break. He won‘t allow himself to do so. Once he got into the abandoned warehouse, he can hear the distinct sounds of voices. Jason stays stealthy on his feet and keeps Oracle and the rest updated as best as he can. Through all the thoughts racing in his head, he can only focus on one thing. Getting you to safety and killing Black Mask. He had enough of his antics.
»Stay low, we are guarding from outside. Three guards approaching the entrance.« Nightwing calls into the communications, alerting Red Hood of any activity.
The three guards walk in, oblivious to the vigilante watching them in a vent from above. Once they are close enough, he jumps out of it and attacks them violently, but quietly. The three men are down in a matter of few seconds, Red Hood updating Nightwing afterwards.
He lets the guards rest on the floor and makes his way down the hallway, following the distinct chatter. A few sounds of metal clanking together are heard, which only makes Jason‘s blood run colder than before. He doesn‘t want to imagine what they‘d done to you already or what they are about to do. Either way, they won‘t get to have you for any longer.
»Red, be careful. If they see you, this will bow up.«
»I know.« Jason almost interrupts Oracle. He doesn‘t know why he decided to tell them in the first place. Of course, he needs their help because he can‘t risk fighting against Black Mask on his own. He can‘t risk dying for you. He has made a promise to you, that he will be more careful in the future. But clearly, he wasn‘t careful enough. Getting you captured was something he thought was possible but he didn‘t think it would happen. Now, being so close to just snatching you away and killing everyone who blocks his path, he couldn‘t just leave and wait for the rest to be ready.
Making sure he won‘t get into the view of the enemy, he catches a peek at you in the cell. His breath hitches. Fists clenching. All the sounds are drowning out from around him, but he has to keep himself together.
Eventually, he manages to pull himself out of his thoughts and hides.
»I‘m in my spot, where‘s the rest?«
Jason speaks almost speaks in panic into the comms, trying to calm himself down one last time.
»We are ready. Waiting for Oracle‘s signal.«
Batman answers back almost immediately.
Jason‘s never been this impatient before, but he knows he can‘t afford being sloppy. This is your life being at risk. No one knows what Black Mask‘s actual motive is, but he is sure he wants revenge for Red Hood‘s earlier mistakes and actions. A typical man who still lives in the past and can‘t move past mistakes or memories. So he has to take it out on others.
Once Oracle announces that they can launch their attack, no one wastes their time on doing so. Batman and Nightwing are storming in from the outside while Jason focuses on securing the area and getting Black Mask. They locate you in a dingy cell, bloodied and unconscious. Chains around your wrists and tied to the chair. It‘s a stark contrast from how you usually are. Soft, kind, the total opposite of Jason. But now is not a time to grieve or get distracted.
With quick hands, Nightwing secures you while Batman joins Red Hood on getting Black Mask. He finds him beating up the bad guy. Hovering over Black Mask, the punches only getting more powerful and deadly. Batman gets to his side and tears him away, afraid he will kill him out of pure rage.
»Stop! We need to find out what happened and why.« Bruce tries to get some sense into him, only with a little success. He manages to get him to stop punching, but not from going mad. His head is a complete mess. You can see it from the way his breathing is ragged and body trembles with fury.
»Can you stand?« A familiar voice rings through your senses as you‘re slowly awaking, the loud sounds from outside the cell bringing you back to earth. You shake your head in response, the dull ache in your knees becoming worse in waves.
Even when you can‘t properly respond, Nightwing knows what to do. One thing he promised his brother is to keep you safe. And he won‘t let anything hurt you now, not when his brother is in such a bad state.
He picks you up swiftly and gets a safe route from Oracle, getting outside before you know it. You keep fighting your consciouness. Constantly dizzy and in pain. It‘s hard to tell wether you‘ll stay awake or faint again, but Nightwing gets you quickly to the clocktower and sets you down onto a soft surface.
Damian is already there, ready to assess any damage taken on you, thanks to his medical skills. Your eyes have difficulty focusing again, but you can feel everything around you. At least you can feel how bad your legs and head are hurting.
Turns out you have deep bruises around your knees, most likely for the case you'll try to escape the cell. It wouldn‘t even be possible, considering the heavy chains that were keeping you seated on the chair.
As if that wasn‘t enough, Damian realises you got a pretty serious concussion as well. That explains your constant dizziness and sluggish state. It‘s almost impossible to talk to you, only getting a few random words from you before you fall back into unconsciousness.
Oracle keeps the two other men in the warehouse updated, telling them you are in a stable condition and that the area they‘re in seems to be empty. It‘s strange, Batman knows something is wrong. It shouldn‘t be empty. Black Mask shouldn‘t be so weak at the moment, he would at least fight back or start some monologue that‘s suppposed to upset them and get under their skin. But no, none of that is happening right now.
Jason is still not in the right headspace, mind clouded with pure rage and fury. But luckily, Batman notices someting strange in the Mask of the enemy.
»Wait,« He crouches down in front of him and gently takes the mask off of the villian, »this is a decoy.«
They managed to get you into a peaceful nap while Oracle is busy controlling the situation and getting Batman and Red Hood out of the building as fast as possible. The moment they found out that Black Mask was actually some goon working for him, Oracle also found out about a bomb located inside the building. Now it was only a matter of time when it will explode and the clocktower is filled with heavy tension.
Waking up was probably the hardest part. Every of your limbs feel heavy and numb, peeling you eyelids open. You are still in the clocktower, knees bandaged up and clearly still under some heavy meds. The sun is just rising outside, it being quiet besides the light ringing in your ears. It‘s a moment later you realise the hand in yours, recognising it shortly after. The comforting weight and warmth rests in your palm, making you look down at it.
The couch you are laying on feels way better now after that rough cell, shifting lightly to adjust on it. Even with the light movements, Jason stirs awake by your side and tightens his grip on your hand.
»Sweetheart?«
»What happened?«
You ask back, fosucing on the several bruises littered across his face and dried blood on on his suit, his hands still gentle but rougher.
He sighs out and doesn‘t respond yet, carefully hugging you as he kneels next to the couch, his arms enveloping you safely.
»Black Mask captured you. We got you now. Batman is making sure he doesn't escape.« He whispers back after a moment while he keeps you in his arms. It feels safe again. You can‘t really remember what exactly happened in there, but you are more than grateful that everyone seems to be safe.
He doesn‘t talk much about what happened as well, just savouring the moment of being safe. Once you got into a safe house, he made sure to take care of you as best as he could. A warm bath, patching up your knees and some cuts across you body again. Being as careful as possible, he lets you rest on the bed as he cooks something up in the kitchen.
Somehow, it still feels a little strange. Not able to move your legs much is something you‘ve started to hate only a few moments later.
But at least there‘s always an excuse to be carried around by Jason. He walks in with two plates of steaming soup, setting one of them down onto your lap with a spoon. A small TV plays a random soap opera in front of the bed as you both start to eat together. It‘s warm and filling, having missed his cooking skills and presence.
You end up craddled in his arms as he reads you from some book he still had in the safe house, falling asleep to the familiar lull of his voice. The sleep you get is peaceful and full of rest, getting the perfect amount of rest and comfort in his arms. He also rests plenty, although he mostly looks over you during the night.
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#x reader#fanfic#dc comics#batfam#jason todd#batfamily#jason todd x reader#dc red hood#red hood x reader#angst#angst with a happy ending#angst with comfort#angst with fluff#black mask#bruce wayne#damian wayne#nightwing#dick grayson#oracle dc#barbara gordon#dc batman#red hood fluff#red hood x you#jason todd fluff#drabble#one shot#female reader
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Coming back home.
Chris Redfield x reader
Warnings: angst (literally just angst)
Word count: 1538
Weeks. Maybe even months have passed since he last returned home. At first it hurt him to stay away for so long, but now? He was more unsure of how he should even explain why he stayed away for so long, why he couldn‘t have returned home. How his last mission made him have to leave a man, a friend, alone to die. How he had to pretend to kill his friends wife and kidnap his baby just to get him to go there.
How could he ever return to his family after ruining theirs? What gave him the right to have a perfect family at home when Ethan died trying to protect his?
But his family was back at home waiting for him ever since he stepped out of the front door. Leaving his wife with his baby alone. Leaving the responsibility of a loving husband and father behind him. He thought he could return soon after he left but the way things turned out to be made him dread to come back home, to tell her about what he did, what kind of man he had become and how he killed someone, sent someone to their death, for a mission.
So he turned to the only thing he knew, alcohol. He has been sitting in bars for over a month. Drink after drink in his hand. Drinking the pain and worries away the way he did before Piers found him. Only this time he can‘t forget anything, he can‘t forget the pain in Mias voice as she thought Ethan would come with Chris onto the plane, that Ethan would flee. But he went back. Nightmares haunted him ever since. Seeing himself walking back, her, his love screaming his name, sobbing. Then he‘d wake up. Drenched in sweat. He started hating himself each night a little more.
It hurt him to keep his wife in the dark about all of this, to not tell her where he is right now. Her messages got shorter, but the pain and hurt in them grew. He felt her desperation through the screen. He felt as if their connection grew weaker, not his love for her though. It wouldn‘t go away. It couldn‘t. and after everything he did these past years, her feelings didn‘t grow weak either, not even after how he was treating her right now. He didn’t respond to the texts, not one. He could imagine her hurt whenever she saw the little ‚seen‘ on the bottom of her messages. It didn‘t feel great to treat her like this, how could it? She was all he adored. And he knew he wouldn‘t stop adoring her, not for a long time.
But as her messages grew more desperate, so did his need to drink. His need to forget. His need to come home.
He couldn‘t come back. What would she think of him? Think of his actions?
As Chris was in his misery so was his wife. His wife back at home barely had any sleep, she couldn‘t, because what if Chris would come back? Text her back? Tell her that he needs help, that she should contact Leon, Jill or maybe even Claire. She had to be ready. Not one time did she think she could find her husband anywhere near a bar, not after his history of drinking. „I don‘t care what happened, please just come home. Just come home to me.“ Seen. Oh how she wished, he‘d just write the smallest respond.
Each day she cried herself to sleep, each day she only woke up to take care of their child.
„Claire stopped by today, she said I should give up on you.“
„I can‘t give up on you.“
„I don‘t want to.“
Her messages grew sadder.
„Chris, I need you home.“
„I need to know you‘re safe.“
Seen.
Seen.
Seen.
A small sign that he‘s still alive.No, a small sign that he night be still alive.
„Caroline just turned four, she misses her daddy.“
Seen.
Then one night. 6 months had passed since he first left. One night the front door opened. Loud banging was heard from downstairs, scaring her out of the little sleep she could get. She was scared, because at this point the idea of someone breaking in was more realistic than Chris coming home. It was sad, that the first thing that came to her mind was someone breaking and not her husband coming home. The banging continued, it might‘ve even grown louder, but in her state of shock she wouldn‘t be able to tell. Slowly she took one of the pistols Chris hid in their drawer. She couldn‘t handle guns. She never had to. Chris always assured her she wouldn‘t have to use it. But right now she needed it, the thought of someone hurting her, hurting her baby, filled her with fear.
Her feet quietly took her to her daughters room, stoping at the door to check on her. Nothing. A sigh of relief left her as she continued her way. At least her daughter was asleep safe and sound. Walking downstairs she heard quiet curses, causing her heart to drop.
“Chris?”
Her voice was filled with pain, she did not look like the girl, no the woman, he had left behind. In her place was a Wrack, only barely could you recognize the beauty in her. It was his fault. All of this was his fault. He did not just ruin the Winters family, no, he ruined his own. The one he worked so hard on. The one he should’ve protected and came home to.
It all dawned to him. If he would’ve just come home when the mission was done…
And for the first time in months, he allowed himself to feel.
To feel the guilt.
The anger.
The pain.
It all hit him like a truck. Crashing into his open arms, wrapping its fingers around his heart and just started squeezing. Squeezing until his eyes welled up with tears and he cried. He cried for the winters. He cried for his own family and he cried for her. For the woman he ruined. For the mother of his child. His wife. The person that supported him by everything he did, everything he ever planned. Everything he was. And him? He left her, left her alone to rot , knowing she had a hard time without him there, had a hard time in general with even just talking to people. He left her alone and ruined her. How could he do this to her?
To their daughter?
To their family?
A soft hand on his cheek made him flinch, the common touch of a lover scared him. Made him fear that he ruined it, Made him fear that if he’d open his eyes again, she would be gone. Fearing that none of this is real. That she‘s not real.
How did he even end up back at home? He didn‘t know, he didn‘t care.
He could only remember some snippets of how he got here. How the taxi driver looked at him disgusted.Had he looked so bad? He hadn`t shaved since he left home, probably reeked of whiskey. That fucking whiskey.
But nothing mattered, not now. Not the whiskey or how he got here. All that matters is the way her touch felt in his rough skin, how he was barely worth being under her gentle gaze. A sob ripped through him. A repeating mumble of apologies left his lips over and over again, tears just continued to fall, continued to soak her fingers, but she never took her hand away, she wouldn‘t dare. „Shh… it‘s okay, you‘re home. You‘re safe.“ Her whispers felt like prayers that could safe his soul, could make him forget his pain and his troubles… But they could not undo his sins. Could not undo how he killed his friend.
„I did something…“ His sobs broke her heart, the way the words left him made her heart stop for a second. „I couldn‘t safe him.“ His fingers were clawing on her arm, desperately trying to hold her closer, she did notwithstanding it, she kneeled down next to him and let him embrace her, use her for his own comfort. It did not matter to her that she was hurting in this moment or the past months. All that mattered to her was that he was there. it felt like a dream and if it was, she wouldn‘t want to wake up.
His head was nestled in the crock of her neck, the tears wouldn#t stop falling. Both of them weren’t able to tell who they were from. The pain they shared in this exact moment made them feel something, feel alive for the first time. Chris felt sober, his mind was clearer than ever before. And her? She stayed quiet, let him talk, eat him cry as tears fell from her eyes. She wasn#t crying for her broken heart, no, she was crying for the broken little boy in her arms. The boy that clung onto her like she wold disappear if he just let go.
Minutes, maybe even hours passed before both of them realized that Chris was finally home.
#resident evil#resident evil village#chris redfield#chris redfield x reader#resident evil imagine#fluff#angst#resident evil x reader#leon kennedy x you#leon kennedy fluff#chris redfield x y/n#chris redfield x you#claire redfield#resident evil darkside chronicles#resident evil 5#resident evil 6#resident evil 7#resident evil Chris#ethan winters
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Ooh do you know of any fics with ellie as a mercenary? (or omg do you have any ideas uwu) I feel like that would slap
mercenary! ellie is probably the most cold blooded asshole the world has ever seen. if there‘s nothing in for her - she‘s not gonna do it. someone could be laying by her feet , bleeding to death and begging for her help and she‘d walk over them because they can’t pay her enough.
there were tales about her, saying she‘d rather die painfully than accept help.
she‘s an absolute lone wolf, travelling the world by herself. it‘s not like she had anything to lose, she was alone anyways.
one day, you met her. she had set up camp in the woods. her fire was illuminating her surroundings just barely. the sound of your footsteps caused her to pull out your gun immediately, ready to shoot whatever was coming right in the head.
„don‘t shoot.“ you said, walking up to her. „i‘m not trying to harm you.“ she just scoffed, not lowering your gun.
„then drop your fucking guns.“ she spitted out and to her surprise, you dropped them and put up your hands. „whats your name?“
„______.“ she lowered her gun, but still pointed at you.
you rolled your eyes when she didn’t say anything in response. „any more questions or are you gonna let me pass?“ the way you talked pissed her off to the core.
„pass, but i‘m sure you‘ll die. the only way through these woods is a village in the middle of it. its covered by infected. try your luck.“ she put her gun down and looked at you.
now you were the one who scoffed. „like i need advice.“ you put your hands down and picked up your guns again. „but i heard rumours about these woods. apparently they are hard to survive.“
you raised an eyebrow and looked at her. „but if they are so hard to survive, how come you are alive huh?“
she just shrugged, leaning forward so her arms rested on her knees. you sat down in front of the fire and looked at her with a tilted head. „who are you?“
again, she shrugged. „maybe i‘m your only way to get through this forest - if you can pay me enough.“
and you sighed. the rumour also had it that a young woman will wait by a tree and help you get through. she would disappear back in the woods once you were at the end. could it be that that’s really her?
„okay, witch of the woods, what do you want?“ you said, sarcasm dancing on your words. „well, what do you offer?“ she cockily replied, tilting her head with a smirk.
„i offer you my company.“
ellie started laughing and shook her head. „you should know better than anyone else that that will not be enough, don’t you?“
you hated the way she spoke, how she tilted her head at you and how her body was speaking. you knew she were making fun of her.
„why should i trust you, i don‘t know shit about you. i don‘t even know your name. how can i be sure you wont lure me anywhere just to fuck me over?“
„oh, you can’t.“ she childishly smiled. „but i can promise i won‘t.“
you rolled your eyes and looked her straight in the face. „what’s your name?“ you almost purred, trying to get a hold of any kind of information about her.
„Ellie. Not that hard to ask for something right?“
„okay ellie. how do i get through these woods?“
„again, i‘ll help you if you pay enough.“
this went on for some until you had enough. you stood up and looked at her.
„alright, allmighty witch.“ the sarcasm in your voice almsot made her laugh. „was nice talking to you. i hope we won‘t cross paths again.“
„if you ever need help on your way, just call my name and i‘ll make sure to help. of course only i-„
„only if i pay enough, yeah sure. i got it.“
ellie watched you leave, knowing you‘ll meet again.
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okay idk if thats what you wanted but thats all my tired brain worked out aaaa
hope you enjoyed 🤭
#mercenary! ellie#ellie williams tlou#tlou ellie#ellie williams#ellie the last of us#ellie tlou#ellie tlou2#ellie williams x reader#ellie x fem reader#the last of us part 2#the last of us#tlou2 ellie
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Okay! Ich hab Bock auf nen Thread für Nolin Songs (Happy, sad, destructive, hopeful, mir schnurz, alles was ihr mögt und für passend haltet!)
Haut eure favorites raus und lasst sie uns sammeln!
Love Situation (911) - Blanks
Ich würd‘ lügen - Kayef (irgendwie mehr Noah pov but still about them)
What you do to me - Blanks
love should be easy - Zoe Wees 
Hold on me - Ella Henderson
Back to December - Taylor Swift
Midnight Rain - Taylor Swift
You‘re losing me - Taylor Swift
Love lies - Khalid & Normani
Let somebody go - Coldplay & Selena Gomez
Letzter Song - Cro
Falling - Cro
Dich - Cro (OMG Leute! Hört den euch an und schaut dann noch mal Folge 1047!)
C'est La Vie (Graham Lake Edit) - Graham Lake
Scream - WTRGRL & Zhone
Just friends - Nuno Freitas
Gravity - Michael Johnston 
Just You and I - Tom Walker
Flash mich - Mark Forster (Ja, der obligatorische Mark Forster Song hat es auch in meine Playlist geschafft)
The heart wants what it wants - Selena Gomez
Sorry - Justin Bieber (fragt nicht)
Wish I could forget - SLANDER, Blackbear & bring me the Horizon
Dream Boy - Waterparks
Closer - Waterparks
Kiss me - Sixpence None the Richer
Smile again - Blackbear
You be love - Avicii ft. Billy Raffoul
Miss you - Oliver Tree & Robin Schulz
Lost without you - Kygo & Dean Lewis
Unendlichkeit - MilleniumKid & JBS
Mit dir - MilleniumKid
Dir ist es egal - MilleniumKid (AUA)
Until I found you - Steven Sanchez & Em Beihold (unser inoffizieller Endgame Song 💔)
Heaven - Bryan Adams
When you‘re gone - Bryan Adams ft. Melanie C.
Please forgive me - Bryan Adams
It must have been love - Roxette
Listen to your heart - Roxette
Liar - LOWLIVES
Let Em Go - Matt Hansen
Break my heart - Matt Hansen
Without you with me - Matt Hansen
Dead the day you‘re gone - Matt Hansen
Where you belong - Matt Hansen
Can‘t stop loving you - Phil Collins
True Colors - Phil Collins
Weißt du - Rowli
Durch die Nacht - Francis
Close to you - Dayglow
Had me @ Hello - Luke Benward (don‘t ask aber der Song ist gut)
Mine - Michael Gerow
Broken - Isak Danielson
Don‘t think twice - Hikaru Utada (any Kingdom hearts Fans here? 👀)
Alone Pt. II - Alan walker & Ava Max
Falling stars - Fabian Schuster
Missed chance - Fabian Schuster
Strangers - Jake Cornell
Count me out - HART (not really sure about that one but it kind of fits?)
Clarity - Zedd ft. Foxxes
I‘d rather die - Lost stars (das ist so Noah!)
Vertigo - Lost Stars
Something just like this - The Chainsmokers & Coldplay
no more days alone - Isaac Anderson
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(English isn‘t my first language so feel free to correct any mistake you notice.)
• Characters: Suguru Niragi, fem!reader
• Genre: fluff, angst
• Warnings: mentions of death and murder, mentions of smut
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Affection: (how affectionate are they? How do they show their affection)
Niragi and affectionate are two things that usually don‘t go hand in hand. But if he really falls in love with you he has his ways to show his affection.
He would like to kill everyone that just lays an eye on you and if someone really dares to touch you he surely will.
„What are you looking at fucker?“ „You really wanna die, huh?“ „If you even think of her again you will regret it.“
Kinda obsessive with you.
Beauty: (what they find especially attractive about you)
In his eyes you’re the hottest, most gorgeous person alive. Your whole appearance, they way you act and talk just did something with him.
Comfort: (how they comfort you? How you comfort them)
Comforting someone isn’t quite his strength.
He would say things like „Imma kill anyone that comes near you.“ or „If you want me to I will blow their brains out just give me a sign.“
Is a bit overwhelmed when you just ask for a hug but he will do as you please.
Comforting Niragi is a whole other thing. If you know him for a while already and he warmed up a little bit he will tell you when something is wrong. But honestly you can’t do much more than just be there. But often your presence alone helps (a bit at least)
Dreams: (how they imagine their future with you)
He doesn’t have a particular dream. As long it’s with you he doesn’t really care.
Ending: (how would they break up with you)
„We’re done.“
Yeah that’s it.
Fight: (how would an argument with them look like)
He would scream and yell and cuss and eventually storm off (with slamming the doors of course) and try to take his anger out on something or someone.
Gentle: (how gentle are they? Physically and emotionally)
He’s not gentle at all. Often he feels bad when he realizes he hurt you in any way (not that he would ever admit it). You notice that he regrets his behavior because of his widen eyes and slightly open mouth. He will apologize in his own way. (Petting your back, being weirdly nice when you’re alone, etc)
It’s different if it happened during intercourse but I talk about that in nsfw alphabet 👀
Hugs: (do they like hugs? How do their hugs feel like)
It doesn’t happen often that he hugs you but when he does you can be sure that he will hold you tight and won’t let you go any time soon.
I Love You: (how fast did they say the L-word)
It slipped out during intercourse and he said it in the most dirty way possible.
„You’re such a slut for me, I love it. Fuck I love you.“
You both paused your actions for a moment but then he continued like nothing happened.
He doesn’t bring it up because he doesn’t want to admit that he has a weak spot for you. (But it wasn’t the last time this sentence left his lips.)
Jealousy: (how jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous)
When Niragi seriously gets jealous everyone around him is in huge danger. This boy will straight up kill everyone he remembers talking to you or even just looking at you.
But mostly he knows it’s a little game of yours because you love the fact that he actually cares for you and wants you for himself and himself alone.
And of course you love how he remembers you that you‘re his <3
Kisses: (where they like to kiss you? Where they like to be kissed)
He loves to kiss you everywhere. He want’s to make sure his lips were everywhere and he marked every single spot as his.
Even tho Niragi won’t admit it he loves it when you do the same.
Prepare for a lot of make-out sessions.
Little Ones: (how are they around children? Do they want own children)
Niragi and kids don’t work out. He doesn’t like kids and kids don’t like him.
But he would lie if he’d say that he doesn’t like the thought of you being pregnant with his kids.
Marriage: (do they want to marry)
Niragi thinks marriage on itself is stupid but he swore he will marry you anyways so everybody knows you’re his. (And he‘s yours)
Nicknames: (how they call you)
Mostly Baby or Babe.
Open: (how fast they open up)
It takes a while but eventually he will tell you about his past. Not all at once tho, but slowly one thing after another.
Patience: (how easily angered are they)
It depends on topic, who else is involved, is he having a bad day?
Quizzes: (how much do they remember about you)
He acts like he doesn’t care but in reality he remembers quite mich about you.
Romantic: (how romantic are they)
Niragi and romance are like day and night. Two things you never experience together.
Security: (how protective are they? How do you protect them)
Again even tho he acts like he doesn’t care he will kill everyone and anyone to keep you safe.
If you try to protect him he will try to get you out of the situation. When you’re alone he will yell at you. It might seem that he is angry but he was just sick worried.
„Don’t do that ever again! Got it?!“
Try: (how much effort do they put in dates, gifts, etc)
Not much because he has absolutely no feeling for this stuff. It mostly turns out to be an absolutely chaos. You think it’s cute anyways tho.
Ugly: (what are some bad habits of them)
It’s Niragi so there’s quite a lot that can count as bad habits.
Killing people, having no feeling for morals, showing little to no respect to others, etc.
Vanity: (how concerned are they with their looks)
He‘s not obsessed with his appearance but he liked to make sure that he somehow looks good.
Whole: (do they feel incomplete without you)
When Niragi is madly in love with you (which we assume here) he would absolutely feel incomplete without you.
Xtra: (random headcanon)
Sometimes he gets a wave of intense emotions and feelings towards you. He could fall to his knees and worship you like a goddess. He leaves the situation before it can happen tho because again, he will never admit his weakness for you.
Yuck: (what are some things they wouldn’t like)
Seriously flirting with someone else. Not the little game you play where you act like you flirty with someone, even tho it’s more than obvious that you’re not attracted in the slightest to them. But really showing interest in someone else. It would break his heart
Never make hints in front of others that he can get soft around you. That’s for you and you only.
Zzz… (some of their sleeping habits)
Moves a lot and snores.
When you lay next to him he will always try to touch you. At least feel your hand at his fingers.
#alice in borderland#aib#niragi#suguru niragi#alice in borderland niragi#niragi alice in borderland#niragi suguru#niragi x reader#niragi x y/n#alice in borderland x reader#alice in borderland x y/n#y/n#x reader#x y/n#fluff#angst#smut#slight smut#fanfiction#fandom#sfw alphabet#alphabet#sfw
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Do you have any fancasts for HP characters? Or do you just kinda went with what we have in the movies? I never really like Tom Felton being casted as Draco. Not to say there‘s anything wrong with his appearance or acting skills. Its just that he doesn‘t quite live up to my headcanon.
And Tom‘s casting too. I wasn‘t really happy with the casting, felt that he need to look even more attractive. Which is insane, because the actor is already very conventionally hot. You don‘t really get much further on the beauty scale than that.
((Agatha Christie's Endless Night spoilers below))
I was a baby when the first Harry Potter film came out, so they were my first impression of the characters, even though I did read the books before I watched the films (except for a terrifying viewing of the Dementor scene in PoA when I was four, thanks cousins...). Those actors' faces were everywhereeeee when I was a kid.
I'm not really a visual person so Draco in my head looks like:
Only a little bit joking. I reckon I probably visualise them most like meerajebt's versions of Taco. Exhibit A, Exhibit B and Exhibit C, as that was what introduced me to the ship. I don't really see 'real people' in my head. Blame too much anime and cartoon consumption as a child ig.
I actually really like Draco and Tom's casting, though specifically Christian Coulson and Hero Fiennes Tiffin for Tom. I didn't like Raph Fiennes or the other child. I generally liked the casting under Chris Columbus but not always the later casting—Gary Oldman and David Thewlis in particular (sorry, sorry, controversial I know). I don't 'see' Tom Felton as Draco, but I don't see any actor as Draco.
In terms of men (debatably) hotter than CC I did support the Tom Hughes from The Game fancast for Tom Riddle, but after watching The Game, I can't actually separate the fancast from his actual character anymore. And that character is so... tragic hero archetype. Not Tom Riddle vibes at all.
However, Tom Hughes from Marple: Endless Night is perfect. Honestly, that him being the murderer was meant to be the plot twist is absurd to me. The only plot twist they could've pulled was him being innocent. He had the strongest motive AND looks so damn evil in every single scene sdfghjk. Poor London boy seduces and murders wealthy woman is so Tom Riddle. Also letting a friend die just because you want his shiny watch. The time period of the setting and styling is also perf.
Exhibit A
Exhibit B (tiktok)
Exhibit C (tiktok)
#u do not wanna know how many tom hughes edits i have saved#IM ONLY HUMAN#i know he was the POV character in the original book which is how it was actually surprising to the midcentury audience#but it did not work in the tv adaptation with marple shoved into it
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Grima: One Guy In Two Trenchcoats
Let‘s establish: Is Robin possessed or not? Well, I argue…. no.
There‘s a huge difference between one character being controlled by another with no agency in their actions, and someone struggling against their own conflicting nature. Personally, the latter allows for much more depth on Grima‘s part, instead of „ohhh poor Robin :(„
On that question, Robin certainly believes they‘re the same being. Future Past Robin, that is.
Welcome, to Grima apologism hours, in which i do not repent, and overanalyze how my favorite maggot is Complex, actually.
Fire Emblem Awakening‘s Future Past DLC allows a glimpse into an alternate future destroyed by Grima, one extremely similar but ever so slightly different than the one Lucina hails from.
In the „bad end“ of the DLC, achieved if any of the future children (excluding Lucina) die before defeating Grima in Future Past 3, Grima and Lucina hold an extended conversation that gives us a lot of perspective on Grima.
Wherein before Grima shrouded his vessel in shadow, those shadows have lifted and Lucina comes to slowly recognize Robin. She asks if Robin can be saved somehow if Grima is defeated, and very much believes them to be distinct beings. At this moment of Grima‘s weakness, Robin can „shine through“ and speak their own desires without Grima‘s influence, or so it seems.
Robin disagrees.
Lucina: You‘re human, aren‘t you- a person, like us? Grima is using you to-
Grima: ...I am Grima! There is nothing human about me!
Lucina: …..
Grima: ...I have always been the fell dragon… since the day I was born…
There we have it, right from the horse‘s mouth.
Lucina is convinced she is talking to Robin, and I‘d agree. Compared to Grima‘s usual behaviour, Robin is much calmer, and speaks more rationally. In addition, their text is formatted different. Grima‘s speech is peppered with bold and bright red text to highlight his wrath, whereas Robin‘s speech features many ellipses, likely to punctuate their fading strength.
And yet, the speech associated with Robin „taking back control“ has them directly admit to being the fell dragon. Previously in this scene, Robin also blames themself for the harm brought to the world.
Grima: „… I snuffed out the very Voice of the divine dragon… and I just finished killing the friends you sent for the Gemstones…“
[...]
„Don‘t you hate me? I‘m the cause for all of this.“
Robin takes responsibility in the first person. If they were truly possessed in this instance, they‘d shift the blame to Grima, but they do not.
Even Naga acknowledges that it was the fell dragon that teleported Chrom and Robin from the main game to safety, an action we‘d associate with Robin thwarting Grima‘s control to keep their friends safe.
Go King get that Dissonance!
Naga: „Hm? The fell dragon returned you here… Is everything all right?“
What do I mean by „dissonance“? Well, I‘ve said that Robin admits they and Grima are one being. There are many points where Grima doesn‘t, however. And that‘s like, weird, right. I mean, Future Past Grima does this too, when I‘ve been using Future Past Robin as proof.
I think we all remember the famous “the man who owned this body” line.
But let‘s point out when Grima does this. To taunt others. In Future Past, Grima brings up Robin‘s love for Chrom to enrage Lucina, and in the maingame, it precedes the final battle, too, though more indirectly, as Grima asks Robin to “join them.” It solidifies Grima‘s appearance as the big bad who must be killed, all typical FE antagonist trash talk, really. Gets you rearing to kill this guy!
Which might be the point.
It‘s an oddity that Grima wants Robin to be remembered fondly. And it‘s a recurring one. Remember how Grima will differentiate between themself and Robin, but Robin won‘t?
On the final map, Grima offers Robin the chance to give themself up in exchange for the Shepherd‘s lives. No matter what you choose, battle commences regardless.
But….
If Robin refuses Grima:
Robin: Do you think me a fool? You'll kill them anyway!
Grima: ...Well, of COURSE I would. I only thought you might want to leave your comrades with a heroic, selfless image. ...But so be it. Leave them with the final memory that you were their undoing!
And if Robin accepts Grima:
Robin: First, let my friends go... You promised to spare them.
Grima: Oh come now, we both knew that was never going to happen... But I am not altogether cruel... I did spare you the pain of damning them openly.
Robin: You…
Grima: In truth, I simply don't understand why you care so deeply for the creatures... No matter. Your soul is mine now; you cannot escape. Your mind will descend into the shadow of my own!
„I only thought you might want to leave your comrades with a heroic, selfless image.“ Grima is offering for Robin to martyr themself, and for Grima to be the undisputed villain of this story. It‘s the same thing that happened with Morgan. Morgan doesn‘t remember Grima, only the kind and caring Robin.
This leads me to believe that Grima‘s theatrics, the whole „I am the breath of ruin and the wings of despair“-spiel, is a mask.
In Future Past, Grima knows they need to die. Future Past Grima basically admits to being suicidal. Just look at the bad ending!
Grima: ...Don't you hate me? ...I'm the cause of all of this... ...If it weren't for me, you would never have had to take up the sword... ...You and your loved ones would be living in peace... ...I am to blame for everything... ...You must destroy me, Lucina…
And furthermore… in the Future Past 3 good ending, before Lucina strikes the final blow, Grima turns into a green unit.
For just a second. And then they‘re dead.
Grima: ...At last...I can rest... ...No one else...will suffer... ...because of me... ...Thank...you... ...I hope your lives are...filled... ...with...joy... ...... ...... ...Morgan...please forgive me... ...I put you through...so...much... ...... ......
Grima, Robin, desperately wishes they weren‘t Grima. That Robin is all there was. They wish so badly that they could just stay with the Shepherds, with the people they love. And they love so much. They still love Chrom, they still love Morgan, but Grima needs to die for the world to be saved.
But if Grima makes themself into a big bad villain with no redeeming qualities, if Grima taunts and riles up, then maybe everyone will forget that they‘re Robin, too. And everyone can remember Robin fondly. Robin is the human part of Grima, and who they wish to be.
What does it mean for Grima to follow Lucina back in time? It's as Naga said; only Grima's own power can end him for good. If Robin never awakened, Grima's power would remain in the world, sealed inside the Dragon's Table for eternity, or perhaps, until another reincarnation of Grima came along. Instead, Grima takes that power onto himself (so Robin does not, cannot),with just enough left to end it all. Grima knows that he must die.
There are some very notable moments when Grima does call himself and Robin one. However, these moments have something in common; Grima is talking to Robin.
In Invisble Ties, this is most evident.
???: I told you. I'm Robin. The Robin that murdered you and became the fell dragon, Grima. When this "Marth" of yours decided to come back in time...I came with her.
Grima is Robin, burdened by fate, weighed down by grief and madness and a lifetime of horrible choices.
Robin has become his own murderer. To be dead is better than to be Grima.
#Feli speaks#fire emblem awakening#fea#grima fe#HELLO WELCOME TO PART OF MY GRIMA ESSAY#this is not all of it this is some of it. most of it. eh#fe13#i could add so much more to this <3#like how in future past 3 good ending grima curses robin with their last words lucina can hear but when falling to the ground thanks her#and apologizes to morgan for all he's put them through#like yeah okay i'm normal about this#grima being actively suicidal and orchestrating fea's plot to wipe out any trace of himself in the only way possible#because he's too far gone in dragon madness to do it himself#while still wanting the image of robin to remain pure and loved#by condeming himself... cursing his own name... dividing himself in two when grima is just a robin that made different choices#worse choices. regretful ones.#DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON HOW ROBIN ONLY PREVENTED CHROM'S DEATH BECAUSE OF THE PREMONITIONS THEY GOT *FROM* GRIMA
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Do you think that a lot of things could have changed if Chris didn't survive this night (for exemple, if no farms was near of them or if they have taken too much time into it)? Or worse, if the demons had just eat him after the attack of Norman's paradise rather that bring him to Grace Field. After all they could have think that take care of this comatose child was useless.
Actully Chris is lucky to have survived to this moment too and not only to his wound.
I wonder if Emma would have been as much pacifist after this loss. Of course it depents if Chris would die before or after the new promise, because Emma could also ask to ressurect her little brother but then she would have pay more.
Why the „hate“ on the poor lil blue berry 🫐? Didn‘t he suffer enough? 😥
The story‘s course maybe have somewhat changed if Chris died in different ways:
being immediatly killed by Andrew‘s attack
succumbing to his injuries due to no medication for the fever/ the medication being too late
him being killed and eaten by the demons during the attack on the Paradise Hideout
him never being able to wake up from his coma aka being declared „brain dead“ by the doctors in the human world
I guess Emma still would have tried to find a peaceful solution for humans and demons as well, with her debatting herself even more due to Chris‘ fate like she did in the manga. But, in the end, what would change Chris dying more than Conny‘s death? Or the loss of her other siblings, her friends from Goldy Pond, or even Yuugo and Lucas?
We did see in the source material several times how tired she was of further war and pain and suffering. She did state how much she loathes the demons and Ratris alike, but still, doing the same to them like they did to her would not end this pain, but only place it on the next generations – something Emma‘s currently suffering due to Julius‘ decisions, and which she wants to ambolish for good.
Of course, I could see Norman trying to talk her into his plans even more. He has reached a point of no return (or so he thinks), with loosing his brother being another nail in the coffin. Would erasing the demons make Chris happy, if he would have gotten to witness it? Maybe, maybe not. They will never know, because he‘s dead, because of the demons and the Ratris. There‘s no way for Norman sparing any of them anymore, and much like he already did in the manga, I can‘t see him loosing too much time with mourning, but instead taking revenge.
Though I guess Emma can‘t revive Chris, even with involving the Demon God. After all, you can only ask for one new promise (I guess?) and if this was possible, why wouldn‘t she had tried to ask for getting back her dead siblings and fathers? I don‘t know how much HE can control, but life and eath like this seems to be a bit out of his control.
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Im no creator or anything, but that last part you wrote about how the internet is becoming a lonely place…i kinda feel that. Most likely not in the same sense you do, but everywhere the release of new and newer stuff and media is on the forefront, AI is rising and making the release even faster (at the cost of quality most of the time) and it‘s just…there‘s no appreciation anymore? Nobody stops to listen or see or engage with stuff because newer music or art or anything really is coming out and everyone wants to keep up. Communities or fanbases become short lived and that‘s for the huge pieces, and the smaller ones kinda seem to just…fall behind and are forgotten
Engagement also seems to have become somewhat precarious. That‘s solely an opinion of mine, but whenever I hear what creators have to deal with due to the animosity made possible by the internet…it‘s just sad. And as such, I for one don‘t want to bother anyone and so I feel like not wanting to say the wrong thing and in the worst scenario cost an artist some motivation or joy (yes, Im aware, me sending an ask anonymously is a bit ironic, but that‘s mostly my anxiety peaking)
Yeah, I totally agree about everything going way too fast. Over the last few years I REALLY began hating the binge-format brought on by streaming services, ever since I noticed how quickly communities die out after new shows air because of it. I remember a lot of people complaining when certain ones like hbomax and disneyplus decided to release their shows weekly instead of all at once, but I actually felt relieved and excited by the idea, because it meant we'd all actually have time to digest and truly appreciate what we were seeing and have actual discussions around it like we used to.
It's why I describe the feeling I get when people simply leave a quick "like" on my art without actual engagement with me and my work as "consumption." I don't fault people for doing it on occasion, I get sometimes we just like what we see and don't have much to say about it and that's that, I certainly do the same thing sometimes. But when it's constantly the only form of recognition I'm getting, it really starts to feel like I'm not being seen as a person behind the screen, that my work was churned out for instant individual gratification with no extra thought behind it.
This feeling started to get really, really bad with the rottmnt fandom in particular actually, which is why I swore off making any more fanart for it. Seeing several strangers discover me, spam-like through my blog on all my fanart posts, ignore everything else, no reblogs, no comments, and not even follow me afterwards, it really began to leave a bad taste in my mouth and made me super uncomfortable. It was happening literally every day for months at one point, after the movie came out. It made me feel like a content mill, and I very nearly deleted every single one of my fanart posts because of it. I'm hesitant to jump into making fanart for any other fandoms now too, because I don't want that to happen again.
As for what you said about the way people treat artists making you nervous to engage yourself, in worry that you'll bother them or make it worse- tbh, I think your recognition of that makes it even more important for you to say what you want to say? Art is a form of communication. Artists are looking for community, when we share our work to the world. We're always bound to not be understood or treated fairly, when you open yourself up like that. Whether that's feeling hated, or ignored, or disrespected, I think every positive comment left by someone who enjoyed what they saw helps to drown out those bad experiences. It's all we're ever looking for, to know that our effort meant something to someone.
I totally get where you're coming from with your anxiety, but I truly think you could only do more good than harm by letting someone know that you liked something they put a lot of love and effort into creating. I always reblog art that I like over on my personal blog, and I try to leave little comments in the tags whenever my brain's not totally fried after an 8 hour shift at my job, lol. It doesn't even need to be anything specific! I try to do that for people when I can because I know how happy it makes me feel when someone else does that for me. :)
#asks#dove speaks#also thank you so much for sending this ask!!#It made me super happy when I briefly saw the notification at work. couldn't actually take a look right away but I super appreciated it <3
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Day 25 "Why didn't you save me?"
TW/CW: Emotional angst, verbal abuse, despair, wing whump, does this need a mild gore warning? I really don't think so?? Family trauma, aftermath of torture Word count: 771
Blood dripped down from Harmonia's broken form as she stumbled over the concrete floor towards the meeting room. Chances were highest that she'd find them there. And really as she a moment later pushed the doors open with her body weight and had to catch herself to not crumble to the floor. She found all of them here. Her old employers, ex-colleagues, and others. The ones that had sent her on this fucking damned mission!
Instantly the guards shot towards her but the man at the top of the table stopped them: „No, don‘t you hurt her!“
He looked pained she didn‘t fail to notice, so he must recognize her. But Harmonia she couldn‘t bring herself to feel empathy for him. Not anymore. Not after…everything. She caught one of her old colleagues stare behind her, pure horror painted on his face and she followed his gaze and looked behind her even though she already knew what he was looking at. Her face flushed red and she sank in more in herself when her gaze fell onto her crippled wing. Torn, bloody and broken. It was just too much. „Stop staring at it! Stop just sitting here and staring! All of you! Why?! Why didn‘t you come save me?! You knew where I was! You knew exactly! You were the ones that sent me there! You could have gotten me out! Why didn‘t you save me?! You left me there to die, you left me with…with her! Why?!” Tears had started flowing out of her eyes and her chest heaved strongly. Her gaze calling upon an answer from everybody in this room. Some kind of explanation. “Harmonia we…We wanted to. I promise but…-“, one of her old “friends”, more like acquaintances, began. “-But it simply wasn’t worth the risk.”, a woman added. Harmonia didn’t know the woman, but somehow she really reminded her of somebody. “Too many angels would have gotten hurt in the process of saving somebody as generic as you. You were…A casualty.”, the woman continued emotionlessly. Harmonia’s eyes widened at the woman’s word. They stung in her broken and bruised heart and drove the shards of it deeper into each other. She sounded like her mother. Just…worse. “You weren’t cut out for this life anyway, dear one.”, another woman continued. Harmonia’s breath caught, when did that woman come in?! She wasn’t here before. Her voice and appearance-she looked like-no it couldn’t be. Not her, not her, not her, not her! “For any of this. But you were perfect for her. Everything she could have asked for. It was a good home, wasn’t it?” “Nononononono.”, Harmonia whispered to herself, shaky legs now completely giving out under her. Suddenly the two women were standing next to her. “We didn’t save you because you weren’t somebody worth saving.” “-Because you don’t want to be saved. Isn't that right? Because we didn’t want to.” What?-NoNoNoNoNo. “Please, stop, no…No, no…”, Harmonia started to sob on the ground, the two women staring down at her with a smile and cold eyes. Harmonia awoke with a jolt and a yelp and didn’t know where she was. She blindly searched around behind her with her hand until she found her left wing. It was perfectly fine. No blood, no torn muscles, no broken bones, and feathers. She could have cried in relief. It was just a dream. But then the memory of the dream really started to settle in and real tears started welling up in her eyes. This couldn’t be the truth, right? No, it was just a nightmare. But…But if it wasn’t then why hadn’t they already saved her? Why was she still here? It must be true. Either way breaks her heart and she rolls herself closer in front of the fireplace. Tears drawing paths over her cheeks. And apparently Electra’s words were starting to sink in since she heard them in her dreams. And it scared her! She shivered, a trembling the crackling fire couldn’t subdue. There was no use in trying to sleep, she knew it would be pointless. Even if Electra would scold her for her dark eye rings and sleepiness tomorrow, she didn’t want to experience this horror again.
Bonus✨
"Why didn‘t you protect me?! Why didn‘t you save me?! You were supposed to make sure I’m safe!! That was the only-the one reason you were sent here! To make sure I don't get...That it doesn't happen again! Why!? Answer me! You owe me at least that! Do you know what happened to me?! What you could have! Just...you were assigned for my prottection...why couldn't you protect me when it really mattered? Why didn't you save me...?"
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Hey Mod Akane! :)
I‘d like to request match up with a male character from Danganronpa (I‘m fine with all games but if you want a specific one choose V3).
I‘m an INFP and my style consists of comfy clothing (hoodies <3) and band t-shirts.
I‘m female, 5‘3 (161 cm), have long (to the waist) blonde hair, blue eyes, freckles, wear glasses and I am really pale.
I‘m interested in art, architecture, psychology and geography and I also like helping people. My hobbies are reading, drawing, playing video games, listening to music and playing the guitar and cello. I like tea (turkish apple tea tastes so good 10/10 my fav tea), cats, metal (fav band slipknot <3), indie pop, classical, rainy weather, discovering new things and going on walks. Music is my life like I could NOT live without it. :,) I also LOVE horror (games, movies, etc.), especially psychological horror.
I‘m often sarcastic, creative (sometimes? idk) and try to be nice to people. I have huuuuge mood swings and can turn from shy and reserved to very energetic. I like (okay love) being in leadership but I‘m also a huge people pleaser so I kinda don‘t set boundaries for myself. I daydream a lot, I‘m sentimental and open-minded. I also sometimes need a lot of alone time because I get overwhelmed by a lot of things. My toxic traits probably are that I am (like I said) a people pleaser and that I sometimes feel superior over everyone else and can get very arrogant without even wanting to. It occurs less but it still does and I try to work on it. :,)
I‘d like to have a partner who‘s preferably smart, not very loud and open to discover new things with me together. Also someone who shares similar interests and respects that I sometimes need some time to myself.
Hope this was alright and thank you so much :D <3
Yeah, this request is fine and I will happily do it for you.
Your Danganronpa Matchup Is….
Rantaro Amami:
* Rantaro has a few band t-shirts, since his sisters got them for him and would happily give you a few that he can’t fit into anymore
* And he will always let you borrow his hoodies, which often ends up with you keeping some of them anyway
* Now due to him being the ultimate adventurer he has found some very unique art and architecture and is happy to indulge your passion and tell you all about them and sometimes show you pictures of them
* Due to his talent he has probably been to most places, so any questions you have about different places for geography purposes he can probably tell you about them
* Doesn’t know much about psychology though, but silently listens when you talk all about it he will talk about some of the sorts he does know though, but most of his knowledge about psychology is psychological tricks he saw advertised on websites
* Admires how kind you are to help people and will try his best to help you when he can, since it can’t be easy to help everyone out at once, so he is there to lend a helping hand
* Is happy to read a book with you and get into in-depth conversations with you about the plots
* Also comforts you if you get sad when one of the book characters die
* Will go digging around his room to find you new books to read
* He also checks out the libraries on his adventures to find new books to give you, that he finds from them in different countries
* Any pictures you give him he will hang them on the wall in his work space and asks you to help him practice his drawing
* Surprisingly though he is actually a decent drawer from the days he used to draw stuff for school projects to help out his sisters
* He will gladly draw pictures for you as well
* However, no drawing he does will compare to yours, since you have the actual talent for this stuff
* He doesn’t play many video games, so is mediocre at best when you play them together, but he still never refuses an invite to play them with you
* Even though Rantaro is quite a chill person he still gets slightly competitive during a game of Mario kart with you the only game he is really good at playing
* However, he still congratulates you if you end up winning, regardless
* Also gives you updates on new games, especially your favourite horror ones coming out and he picks ones up as well when he goes exploring if they haven’t been released in your country yet
* He doesn’t really have a favourite type of music, so will listen to anything you recommend
* Also let’s you use his Spotify and when you are together you are allowed to just take his phone, go on his Spotify and put on music you like that you both can listen to when sharing headphones
* Has a whole playlist dedicated to metal, classical and indie pop because of you
* And tries his best to get tickets to watch slip knot in person, since he loves it when you are happy
* Thinks your talent of playing the guitar and cello is very cool because he understands the effort that needs to be put in to learn how to play an instrument well
* Any piece you play he will compliment you on how good it sounded and jokingly says how he wants your autograph before other people want it
* He likes to drink tea as well when he is feeling stressed, since it helps to calm him down
* He has also tried a range of different teas on his travels and makes them for you to try, will still always make you your favourite Turkish tea for you though, especially if you are feeling down in the dumps or something
* He us a lot of stray cats that come around his house, so he will gladly take you to meet them, due to your love for cats
* He does dream sometimes about the two of you owning a cat together one day
* As he has gone on loads of adventures he’s the king of having new things to show you, so takes you to random places he’s been to whenever he gets the chance too
* Will gladly go on walks with you as he thinks it is a good bonding experience
* Will definitely always ask you to go on walks when the weather is rainy and will always have an umbrella to put you under or will share his coat with you if you get too cold or wet
* Rents horror movies that the two of you can watch together and let’s you know that you can cuddle up to him if you get scared, but that rarely happens. But he still puts his arm around you regardless anyway
* Rantaro doesn’t really react if he gets scared either he just slightly flinches at jump scares or gets a slight sweat on his forehead and that’s about it
* He will happily reciprocate the sarcasm you give back, growing up with sisters has made him really good at dealing with sarcasm
* If your creative he definitely helps you to nurture it
* He is glad that you are nice to people as he wouldn’t want to be with anyone too mean as he is not like that himself
* Can handle your mood swings like a professional if your in your energetic moods he makes sure to provide things for the two of you to do together or lets you drag him to places
* If you are in one of your shy moods he will deal with people for you if your too shy to say things to them
* Will definitely let you lead him as he is more of a go with the flow kind of guy, so doesn’t mind when you take the lead
* But will intervene if your giving too much to people than you can handle, due to your people pleasing nature and he will set the boundaries you want for you
* If your daydreaming Rantaro doesn’t, even bother to snap you out of your trance and just guides you to wear you need to be and do things throughout the day for you, until you snap back to reality yourself
* He is happy that you are sentimental it warms his heart when you save things he gives to you and appreciates how open-minded you are, since he wouldn’t be able to reciprocate someone who is too judgemental of people
* If you get overwhelmed by things Rantaro will do his best to make them things disappear and be there to comfort you
* But if you need some alone time he will understand and gives you the space you need, trying to stop other people from interrupting your alone time as well
* He will try his best to break you out of your people pleasing habit to stop it from damaging you mentally and physically
* He doesn’t mind if you are arrogant sometimes and always tries his best to wheel you back into reality if you get to arrogant and it’s hurting other people’s feelings
* And he will definitely work on it with you, so you have some help and not alone while working on it
* Rantaro is definitely a smart person as he grew up around his sisters who are unique individuals, so he knows a lot about different topics, due to each of them showing and telling him about their interests
* He is also not very loud as well, due to him being very laid back and not raising his voice very often, even when he is angry, which is very rarely
* He is also open to discover new things with you as that is the whole premise of his talent anyway and he does have similar interests with you, such as geography and his happy to learn more about the topics you are interested in as well
* And he respects that you sometimes need time alone, to yourself
* Overall, Rantaro fits all of the qualities you could want in a man and that makes your relationship together amazing and it forges an unbreakable bond between the two of you.
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i just cannnnnt take dating seriously anymore, i don‘t like any of the guys i talk to and i am ghosting them all. idk. what‘s the point? i don‘t want to get to know anyone, either you know and love and understand me already or you can go die for all i care
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How do I explain to someone when they ask question about Gaza and they unsure to give support for them & they feel neutral about it.
Umhh hello… The soldiers literally killed the babies of Gaza and bomb a hospital?!?! WHY DO WE NEED TO EXPLAIN THE SITUATION. IT’s A HUMAN LIVE BEING MURDERED
I’m sorry for venting.. I’m very heartbreak for the people of Palestine and Gaza.. Nobody deserves something like this. No mothers or fathers deserve to lose a child by the hand of heartless soldier
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Some folks say it’s karma for attacking, some folks say it’s karma for voting Hamas and getting fucked by them like 20y ago, that it‘s just what happens in war, there‘s the issue that speaking out unfortunately inevitably puts you on the same side as Nazis who want it to stop not because it’s a fucking bad situation but so all the Jewish folks can die instead, the fact that people on both sides of the argument pretend government = country = religion = anyone who happens to have that religion, which is utter bs,
but then there’s also that Hamas is very much still a terror organization and not a buncha noble freedom fighters like some folks make them out to be (seriously, good vs bad doesn’t exist and it’s concerning how many people think "ohh they fight against those who did a bad thing so they gotta be perfect good guys!! bruh NOOOOO. NO. This is real life and not a fucking kids cartoon holy shit) Like, "they literally killed babies“ applies to what happened to Israel too, this whole debacle did escalate with 1.2k dead folks there, and they didn‘t deserve it any more than the others (seriously, again, concerning how many people think that).
Also don‘t know bout where you live but over here the media manipulation is insane (and pathetically easy to spot the very moment you wander outside the german language; I used to analyze stuff like this for my German and History classes in 10th grade.) Like, calling a buncha 50y olds "adult children“ while actual chidren are "minor aged people“, emotional vs. clinical language or straight up not reporting on certain things kinda shit. Germany try not to be cool with murder challenge failed twice in 70 years while on its best way to make it 3
SO,
since those are some key points as to why someone can be on the fence, it could help to explain it via those then. Put some Links to articles explaining how it looks from the other side, go into history, there‘s enough info on some government folks saying messed up stuff, maybe go "yea fighting the literal terrorist organization is good but it‘s going too far“ or "the unrelated civilians still need support to survive regardless“
Generally just try going into details on why the happenings rn are bad and the people there need support even in the context of "necessary evil to win back peace“; as that seems to be the most common stance people take from what I saw, so maybe that can help. Idk.
#another anon ask#…granted not that big of a text wall#but longer than the usual ones that go like half as far as I can tell
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||AT FAULT||🫀🩹 written by me
🔞 Yuji x reader| Minors DNI|TRIGGER WARNING 🔞
Tags:runned over,blood,angst,near death expierence,reader is "clumsy",hint of d*pression,hospital,coma,really depressing,lot of Yuji crying,coma
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Yuji’s eyes widened and he froze in place, trying to process what you'd just said.
"y/n..you've been hurting yourself..?"
Without a thought, his grip on your arm tightened and he spun you to face back to him.
"You've been hurting yourself…" he whispered, a new edge having entered his tone.
"no i haven't,you're mistaken" You sticked your tongue giggling as you spin around on yourself "i'm fine"
"You’re lying, and I know it."
Yuji sighed and looked directly into your eyes, there was no room for any lies.
"Tell me what's wrong, right now."
His hand tightened around your wrist, Yuji wasn’t going to let you slip away.
“You’ve always been clumsy but I know you’re not that clumsy.”
"Yuji please i always been clumsy" You giggled as you stepped on the road turning to him smiling before a car hitted you
"y/n-y/n!"
Yuji shrieked as his reflexes kicked in, pushing you away from the road just in time before a car was just mere seconds away from crashing into you.
"YOU DUMBASS."
The car came screeching to a halt, as did his heart.
He rushed towards you, frantically examining your body, making sure you hadn't been badly hurt, or worse, killed.
Everything was dizzy,your head hurted and your ankle was sprained,blood rushed down your head,nose and mouth,your eyes were glassy as they looked the clear sky as you smiled weakly.
"Stay with me, stay with me, look at me."
Yuji's hands were shaking as he tried to pull his mind out of panic mode.
The blood dripping down from your face and mouth didn't help his heart rate either.
"MOMO STAY WITH ME."
He shouted once again, his hands shakily grasping onto your shoulders, trying to keep you concious before someone could find you.
“D-don't close your eyes.”
Yuji voice echoed in your head,it was muffled but he only thing you knew was that you wanted to die,so you closed your eyes waiting
"DON'T…"
He shouted as your eyes began to drift close, the panic was slowly overtaking him.
"Y/N."
His hands gripped your shoulders tightly, trying to shake you awake, but his efforts were in vain.
"Y/N, GOD DAMN IT, DON‘T CLOSE YOUR EYES."
Yuji's voice grew more desperate with each word, eventually slipping into a near whisper as your eyes finally closed.
“No, no no no-no no-Y/N no--no…”
Yuji muttered under his breath, watching your limp body.
"y/n, please."
His hand gripped onto your shoulder, shaking you violently.
“Stay with me, stay with me, stay with me….”
He repeated that again and again, trying desperately to wake you up.
“PLEASE.”
Your eyes stared at Yuji,they were dull and your blood adorned your mouth as it dripped down you chin,you tried to speak but you couldn't and everything went black.
"No, c'mon…c'mon, c'mon…"
Yuji chanted, his voice growing more panicked as he kept shaking your shoulder, waiting for you to regain conciousness.
"You can't die, y-y/n…you ca-"
His words were cut short as realization hit him, he couldn't ignore the lack of movement from your body.
"y/n?"
He whispered, still shaking your shoulder, denial was still present but it was slowly changing into…something else.
Yuji's body went stiff, his grip still clinging onto your shoulders like it was gonna keep you from slipping away. He went silent as he stared at you, the same thought process running through his head over and over again.
“No…no…oh, god.”
Tears threatened to spill down his face but he didn’t let them, instead he squeezed his eyes closed, trying and failing to stop them as the realization set in.
“No…”
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Yuji was a mess sitting next to your hospital bed.
His eyes were red and puffy from the tears he'd shed, the bags under his eyes looked darker than usual, and the look of shock and disbelief still sat on his face.
He didn't look like he'd gotten any sleep last night, nor did it seem like he ate anything.
His body was stiff and frozen in place, he didn't even notice when the nurse walked by.
Yuji simply continued to sit there, staring at you.
Just sitting there while his thoughts and emotions ran rampant.
He was afraid, scared. And worried, so incredibly worried.
The thought of losing you consumed him, and he feared the worst was just around the corner.
The sound of the monitor beeped out a steady rhythm, it was the only sound breaking the silence, and even though he tried, he couldn't ignore the sound as he kept his eyes glued onto you.
Yuji was quiet as he shifted in his seat, moving his hands to his lap, he kept his gaze on you, watching for any signs that you were going to wake up.
As the minutes pass, Yuji slowly started to doze off, his eyes growing heavy and strained.
Yuji tried everything within his power to keep his eyes open, but it didn’t matter how he tried, he always had to blink, and every blink gave him a glimpse of what he fears more.
The possibility of never seeing you again.
Yuji's eyes grew darker. the realization slowly creeping into his mind.
the self-harm scars and the 'clumsy' antics…it all made sense to him now, and the pieces all started to fit together.
god, he thought to himself, i was so dense.
he knew you were always in a dark place, but he never knew it ran that deep. and now he was beating himself up over it.
if only i was better at reading the signs…
he thought to himself, his hands clenching into fists as he stared at the self-harm scars on your wrists.
if only i didn't brush past it as simply 'being clumsy'…i should've realized the warning signs. if i just saw what you were trying to tell me.
his jaw clenched, he looked away from the self-harm scars with a regretful look, the guilt only growing stronger.
as he stared away from the scars he noticed the small hospital bracelet on your wrist.
he could see his mind begin to process so many thoughts, questions, and more, none of which he could process.
the emotions kept creeping up in his throat, and when he opened his mouth, no words came out, only silence.
he kept staring at your wrist, staring at your name on the hospital bracelet.
‘y/n‘
he was completely lost in thought, the realization sinking in all at once.
he kept staring, taking in all the things you’ve kept from him, all the times you tried to cry for help.
the look of regret washed upon his face, but it also grew to a different kind of look.
anger.
not at you, of course, but at himself.
he wasn’t sure if it was the stress of the situation, nor was he sure if it was the fear of losing you, or some other reason, but one thing was for certain:
he was pissed.
he let out a small grunt of frustration, the anger growing inside him.
how could he be so oblivious back then?
how could he see the warning signs right in front of his face but brush it off with, she’s just being careless.
how much of him ignoring some of those warning signs led to where you are now, in a coma in a hospital bed?
he was pissed and he blamed himself for it.
he stared silently at you for an uncertain amount of time, the only sounds in the room being the constant beeping of the monitor.
he didn’t know what to do, and he was tired of having to be strong, of constantly having to keep his head high despite the world crashing down around him.
he felt tired, exhausted, the weight of everything bearing down on him, and it was making it near impossible to be okay.
so he did the only thing he knew.
he cried.
he cried, trying his damnedest to try and keep his emotions in check, but he couldn’t.
tears flooded his eyes and his throat tightened when he tried his best to keep the sobs in, but he was hopeless.
his hands clenched into fists as he let his tears flow, the emotions he kept bottled up for so long all poured out at exactly the wrong time.
he was hopeless, and he felt hopeless.
it was just too much for him to bear.
tears dripped down his face, as he continued to cry, his chest rising and falling with each breath.
he felt weak, both physically and emotionally, and it took all his strength to not curl up in a ball on the floor and just let out a torrent of tears.
"Come on, y/n" he muttered out, wiping at his eyes with the back of his hand.
His tears fell onto the hospital bed, and the sobs continued.
"No, you can't die on me…" he whispered, his jaw tightening as the sobs continued escaping from his body.
"Not after all the bullshit we've been through, and definitely not now, not now."
His words became jumbled as he spoke through his sobs, his grief-stricken mind couldn't think straight at all.
"If you die now," he muttered through his sobs "then it'll be my fault."
"I let you go on and never realized how close to the edge you were, and it was my fault."
His words were choked and blurred, but he knew what he was trying to say.
"So you have to pull through, you have to wake up so we can fight this god damned situation."
"…I beg of you…p-please."
"I need you…" he whispered, his fingers clenching into fists as the sobs began to subside, being replaced by short but heavy breaths.
"You mean the world to me, and--and I need you…"
His voice fell quiet, as the guilt and regret once again crept up on him.
He took a shaky breath, looking at your body for a long moment, before speaking again.
"I don't think I can do this without you…"
"So please…" he continued, his voice shaky and his mind cluttered, his fingers beginning to fidget with the sheet on your hospital bed.
"Please don't go…" "Please don't die…"
he muttered, trying to keep himself calm and composed.
but he couldn't, he was desperate, clinging onto hope and just barely keeping his head above water.
"W-wake up…please."
"Please…" he repeated, his voice getting even shakier and his breathing becoming more rapid as the weight of the situation pressed down on him again.
the hospital bed was starting to become a symbol of a prison to him, trapping him from a reality where he wouldn't have to see you lying dormant like this.
he was afraid of every second passing, as every second made him realize that there was no guarantee you would be alright.
he just wanted to see you awake, he wanted to see you and hold you in his arms and hear you say you'd be okay.
"Please…wake up, wake up, wake up…" he repeated in a whisper, becoming more and more erratic with each passing second.
"Come on, you can do it…please…"
He kept repeating the same words over and over again, hoping that you would eventually hear him in your slumber.
He was trying so hard to stay calm and not slip up into another round of sobs, but the pressure was getting to him, his grip tightening on the sheet.
"You have to…" he muttered, as his entire body trembled.
"Please just wake up…"
His mind fell silent for a moment before it began to fill up with worry, dread, and pure anxiety.
He wanted you be to be okay more than anything.
And if that couldn't be the case…
If you couldn't wake up…
Then he didn't know how he was going to keep going.
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[5] Nimbus Try I: Arpeggio of Hurt Steel
Chapter 5
"What are you doing?"
Kongō's question was a fair one, in all honesty, seeing as Zeitwächter was turning the package of pencils this and that way as if checking for fake money (at one point Kongō could swear the battleship barely held back from holding it in front of the sun).
"I'm suspicious."
Obvious-fucking-ly.
"Where the hell did she get those colour pencils from?"
"From the supplier??"
"But in these trying times it's really hard to get your hands on Faber-Castell! Especially for a small and secluded art shop like that."
Kongō was going to punch her.
If that was as well as an established art shop as it seemed to be, then they of course had their business contacts who could deliver even now. Also, this was the European mainland, not some remote island depending on sea trade to survive – and wasn't Faber-Castell German!?
Zeitwächter was unaware of the impending doom looming beside her but stored her prey away, petting Churchgrim and then, beaming like the idiot she was, turned to Kongō: "What do you wanna do?"
"I don't know. What do people normally do in this situation?"
"I don't know."
…What.
She put a hand on her chest as if proud: "I'm the most introverted (and lazy) ship in the entire fleet! That’s kinda bad in this situation, though.“
Churchgrim yipped as if admitting to the errors of his sister, which earned him a pet because… he was Churchgrim, Kongō guessed.
Zeitwächter sighed: „If only this were a game so that we had some quests to do together and beat up some fuckers.“
„…You don‘t seem introverted.“
The most introverted that girl had ever been was back on Hawaii when she’d been acting all cool and dramatic — since then she‘d been busy being an absolute dork.
„Gay for you, introverted for others“, then she had the guts to wink.
„Mhm“, Kongō was at a loss of words, what a mood, „what do you normally do in your free time?“
„I read, I draw, I write…“, she took a moment to think, completely forgetting the obvious fact of gamer and then pointed at her brother, „I have a dog.“
You sure do.
All of this was fine and all, but the main problem was still standing in the room like a very obnoxious skyscraper.
Kongō ended up deciding for them: "Let's go back first, we can decide later."
"Ok."
Churchgrim and Zeitwächter followed the blonde like two lost puppies.
When they had stepped back on their ships, nothing exciting had happened, much to Zeitwächter’s chagrin.
Can’t we just trigger a plot point or something? I really want to show her the world outside the Fog…, just as the battleship was sighing and thinking this, a contact appeared on her sonar.
She looked over to Kongō from underneath her eyelashes and then remembered that she, apart from Nachi, had the best ears in the Fog and that Kongō had absolutely no chance to have detected the new arrival yet.
"Kon-chama!", Zeitwächter preened at the attention she was gifted immediately, "don't get a scare now, but a contact will enter your detection range soon – that's SW2 – please don't shoot her!"
"I won't."
As long as SW2 showed no sign of aggression there wouldn’t be any problems.
Nonetheless, Kongō amped up her scanners, just in case, and kept her distance when the satellite surveillance submarine finally surfaced beside Zeitwächter.
"Hello!", the battleship beamed, "you good?"
SW2 was a silent one, in fact, if it were possible for the Fog then she would've been mute – as it stood, she was officially classified as selective mute even if that wasn't exactly correct either.
Anyway, the Mental Model climbed up and out of her ship, an envelope securely under one arm and nodded up to Zeitwächter, holding it up.
Zeitwächter took the envelope, thanked SW2 and opened it, taking a minute or two to read through the letter inside: "Aha? Fleet Flagship is kinda mad, eh?"
The submarine shrugged.
"Kon-chama! Our quest just dropped!"
Kongō cocked her eyebrows.
"We're sadly going to America!", Zeitwächter looked like she wanted to die.
"Why?"
"Welp", the battleship bounded over her deck to Kongō’s and held the letter up, "turns out it's almost August again!"
The blonde crossed her arms: "What's with your calendar?"
"Fucked up. Anyway, we gotta get flowers or an entire flower wreath before we can go."
Can't you just synthesise them?, Kongō wanted to ask, but then decided against it because if Zeitwächter wanted to be extra then let her.
"But we're not going back to Italia for this-"
A message from SW2 popped up in front of her which just read "Italy*" to which she answered with a "shut the fuck up" in a tone that made it obvious that they had friendly banter like that quite often.
Then, the air shifted around the two capital ships as if Zeitwächter had chosen to banish her cheery attitude and revive the version buried on Hawaii: "May I abduct you to China, My Lady?"
A breeze played with her hair, turning it even wilder and the blood red sky caused by the setting sun gave her a dangerous air, eyes almost burning orange in the last of the dying light.
Kongō couldn't breathe.
Not that she needed to anyway, but if she did, then she wouldn't have been able to.
"...You may", she said after catching herself, accepting the invitation.
Zeitwächter smiled and then returned to her own deck to report back to SW2, leaving Kongō to her own thoughts.
Taking a second to recompose herself, Kongō sat on the bench in front of the piano and settled her head on a hand, accepting the smile growing on her face.
Annoying.
One of the seagulls accompanying her at all times settled beside her, angling its head and squawking in interest.
Kongō looked at the bird: “Aren’t you a brave one?”
It squawked and then continued to clean its feathers, not caring a bit about whether it was brave or not and instead resting on the still warm surface of the instrument.
“Kon-chama”, Zeitwächter settled on her own railing, legs dangling freely and inevitably hitting her own body from time to time, Churchgrim behind her, “shall we go?”
She sat up orderly again, noticing that the sun had almost fully vanished by now: “Lead the way.”
“For you I shall always”, the battleship rested a hand on her chest as if making an oath and then turned westwards, leading their flotilla on while SW2 slinked off towards Amalfi.
Zeitwächter was just silently staring at Kongō, the blonde reciprocating calmly.
This went on for a while, more and more seagulls settling on the fast battleship for the night.
Finally, Zeitwächter broke the pleasant silence only disturbed by the regular sound of bows cutting through water: “Can you play the piano, Kon-chama?”
“I taught Maya how to”, she caressed the instrument softly, like she might have Maya’s Union Core if it were lying in her hand.
“Really? Can you teach me too?”
Kongō paused: “You would be interested in that?”
Her head moved up and down in a nod: “I always wanted to, but never did in the end.”
The blonde smiled: “Alright. Then I will teach you.”
Zeitwächter smiled, eyes closing afterwards and staying like that as if she were dozing,
“Tired?”
Churchgrim yawned loudly before his sister could answer: “Exhausted, mostly. I don’t have as much energy as I used to have.”
That was something Kongō wanted to ask about too, but she didn’t deem the situation fitting yet, so she said something else instead: “If you’re exhausted then you should rest.”
"Hm~, on you?"
It was meant as a joke, but Kongō actually moved the hand in her lap to invite her over, expression the slightest amount of smugness.
Churchgrim and Zeitwächter both blinked, looked at each other and then she brought her brother into her arms and shortened the distance between the two ship bodies with a leap, setting him down and sitting by Kongō's feet, head in her lap, confused.
The truth was, Maya liked to sleep, even if she hadn’t needed it as a Fleet of Fog ship and especially not as… doll, and had often fallen asleep on Kongō as they had been sitting together, so it was not a strange thing for her.
Zeitwächter, on the other hand, someone who also liked to sleep even if it wasn't necessary but never had been allowed to sleep on anyone since she became… well, Zeitwächter, was struck dumb.
"Is this really alright?"
"From my side it is."
"Oh", she blinked, turning her head into a more comfortable position when Kongō's hand came up to pet her head, "I see."
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Life in the Silurian
(first row: Pteraspis, Qianodus, Cooksonia; second row: Entelognathus, Guiyu, Eurypterus; third row: Prototaxites, Pneumodesmus)
Art by:
Cooksonia, Pteraspis - Nobu Tamura
Qianodus - Heming Zhang
Eurypterus - Vladislav Egorov
Prototaxites - Mary Parrish
Pneumodesmus - Wikimedia
Entelognathus - Brian Choo
Guiyu - Gogosardina
It‘s the Silurian and our fish ancestors came up with a great invention: Jaws! That‘s right, we now have the ability to bite stuff.
Fish (in the broadest sense of the word) have been around since the Cambrian explosion. The first group that split off from the fish line were the Jawless fish that I talked about last week. They are of course still around during the Silurian (some of them are still around today). One of them was Pteraspis.
However, during the Silurian we see the rise of another group of fish: The jawed fish. It is believed that jaws evolved from the gills, which were supported by cartilaginous material (this is a material that is not as hard as bone but much stronger then muscles or other tissue. We still have it in many of our joints). Over time this cartilaginous gill support partially morphed into jaws.
Probably the first group of jawed fish were the Placoderms or “armored fish“ like Entelognathus. They got their name from the bony armor that covered their heads and leads to some pretty cool looking fossils. They were a very shot lived group, only lasting from the Silurian of the end of the following Devonian, but during that time span they became some of the biggest and most terrifying things to swim in the oceans. They really subscribed to the rock star lifestyle of “live fast, die young“. And don‘t worry, I‘ll talk about them more next week, during the Devonian, when it will be their time to shine, and they reached much bigger sizes. Right now, in the Silurian, they were still relatively small like pretty much all fish, maybe around a foot long.
The next group of jawed fish to split off from the family tree are the Cartilaginous fish (or Condrichthyes, if you want to be fancy). As the name suggest their skeleton ist mostly made out of cartilaginous material. Today they include sharks, rays and some other groups. Qianodus was one of the earliest members of this group.
Then we have the bony fish (Osteichytes) like Guiyu. The name again describes the skeleton and this time it is made from (big surprise) bones. Today the bony fish dominate our oceans. Think about any kind of fish. Unless you‘re picturing a shark right now, whatever you‘re thinking about is probably a bony fish. Bony fish will also eventually give rise to the tetrapods (that‘s us!), so they are our ancestors and if you want to be technically correct (the best kind of correct), you could even say that we are bony fish.
Going away from all the fish, many of the invertebrates also recovered after the mass extinction at the end of the Ordovician. Some of the most famous ones are the eurypterids, the sea scorpions, that I already mentioned in the last post. Their name-giver species Eurypterus lived during this time. Compared to some of the other gigantic eurypterids (some were bigger than a person), they were fairly unimpressive with sizes averaging around 20 cm, in rare cases measuring up to 60 cm. They were however the most common eurypterid by far, making up about 90 % of all the eurypterid fossils we have today.
While the Silurian oceans would have looked alien to us, the land looked possible even more bizarre. The plants were now colonizing the planet. At this point they had developed a vascular system (one of the earliest vascular plants is Cooksonia). This is basically the plant version of a blood stream and it allows the plants to distribute nutrients and therefore grow much taller. And by much taller I mean about 30 cm. These early plants formed miniature forests, which honestly sounds kinda cute. If you look at a forest today, you‘ll find big trees and maybe some small mushrooms growing in their shadows. Back then it was the opposite: The miniature forests of Cooksonia and mosses were dwarfed by giant fungi, like Prototaxites. Their almost tree-like structures grew up to 8 m tall and give any paleoart of the period an eerie, alien vibe.
But what personally creeps me out even more about this early world, is the thought of how silent it must have been. No flies buzzing. No crickets making sound. No birds chirping. No mice rustling through the undergrowth. Just silence. The only animals that had made it onto land by this time were some arthropods like the millipede Pneudesmus, whose name means “air breather“, because it was one of the very first animals that was able to do that. We have to wait a bit longer for the land to become busy enough for noise.
(Again, everything just summarized from wikipedia)
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