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𝓣𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓼

﹒⪩⪨﹒ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕖: 𝟘-𝟙﹒⪩⪨﹒

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞: 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐝.

┌─── ∘°❉°∘ ───┐

└─── °∘❉∘° ───┘

You jolted awake unable to recognize your surroundings, your eyes flash through the halls of endless books and readers burying themselves in their stories, you were at... a library?

Just a few hours ago you were playing the 21st character route belonging to a heavily criticized game called 'Project Fairytale', famous for its absurd and tedious gameplay that takes a minimum of two years to finish all routes, which was estimated by its creator. Not only that but the game forces you to play in order from easy to hard in least to favourite.

Judging by the Victorian-style clothing you wore and the dusty counter you were behind you played the tragic side character number 23, (Y/n) (L/n), yes they had your exact name for some reason. Playing the neutral stance in most stories of neither helping nor harming the protagonist, (Y/n) was the fan favourite brutally honest, cute librarian, of their town. Appearing in act 3 route for through name in 'Burning Kingdom of Roses' character Deuce Spade, act 2 route 1 suggests the protagonist to a book in 'Trading seas of the Count' character Floyd Leech, act 7 route 5 being carried and kidnapped by Rook Hunt in the 'Poison love' character Epel Felmier, and act 4 route 8 when Silver kisses their forehead in 'Sleeping Kingdom' character Lilia Vanrouge.

"(Y/n)-chan~!! How's my favourite librarian-" "You lost one of my books again." The love interest in front of you was Cater Diamond and judging by his appearance, (Y/n) seems to be still in the Rose Kingdom right now. "What are you talking ab-" "A kid came walking into my library one day saying you dropped this book and didn't know how to contact you so he returned the book for you."

Cater Diamond, who would like to be called Cater only, was from a family of five and is currently a commoner due to his father giving up on the nobility status of duke during a family conflict. Now he's working and living like a commoner without any care, however, that would have been much easier telling how far you are in the story if there wasn't the fact Cater always dressed like a commoner when in and out of the dukedom.

Closing in on the subject there's a total of four found duke families and the royal family, all five love interests lived a very interesting lifestyle of rags to riches type. Making them at most a bit relatable to the audiences, but also have their own charms and style in characteristic.

" (Y/n) I can explain-" "ah, I'm only forgiving you because I'm not in the mood to get angry." Cater was a playful person, even when he was fully aware of the fact people are looking at him with pity. "I'm not in the mood to deal with you today, next time I will hit you and make you pay."

" It must have been hard for you, especially knowing that Deuce's mom died." Cater gave you a pitiful smile, you hated this gut-wrenching feeling of pain and despair. "Looks like Deuce is an orphan now, he's such a good kid though and his mom was a really lovely woman."

"It... can't be helped, maybe it was best for her to rest after her eventful life." Despite being side characters, people who play such roles have stories that are left untold, only those closest to them would know.

Deuce's mother whose name you don't even know died before the story started through an illness she had after giving birth to Deuce, her story wasn't very pretty. Born as an orphan, she worked her way into becoming a maid for the House of Spade, it should have been fine, she could have lived a happy life after 3 or 4 years yet she was assigned to be the heir's personal maid. That was when she met him, oh foolish woman she fell for his lies and deceits, living under the guise that she would marry him yet when she told him she was pregnant reality hit her. Days and nights she ran with her unborn child, and at the end she came to your father's library, a girl barely nineteen coming to her eighth month of pregnancy.

"Please! I'm begging you to help me and my child!" She said holding your father's hands. Her tears soaked the thin dress she wore, (Y/n) was two, but even they knew how bad it had come if this was the result.

"Calm down miss, I'll help you... after all, I know what it's like having to raise a child." Your father... no their father took in the pitiful woman.

After giving birth to her child, she disappeared and the librarian continue to live with his child before she left a promise was made to repay the old librarian. Yet when she returned to fulfil it...

"(Y/n)~ (Y/n)!! Are you daydreaming again?" You were startled, how much time had passed? "Sheesh, I knew you had a bad habit of spacing out but really?"

"Sorry Cater... You shouldn't be wasting time here with me. Your sisters would be mad if they knew." Whatever happened in the past should have stayed in the past, reminding it only brings unwanted memories.

"So mean~ you're younger than me and yet you're such a granny." A mischievous glint appeared on his face. "Take care (Y/n), it's obvious you're also hurting."

It's obvious you were a good actor, Cater didn't even notice the difference between you and the original (Y/n), or maybe he did but brushed it off, the original (Y/n) was cold and mysterious but not unpredictable. It was obvious (Y/n) didn't have such a bad childhood despite not having a mother, with the death of their father however things did change for the better it for the worse. You know their story but, what was your story?

"̸̡̪͍̀̎͌̊͂̍̾̄͝͠M̴̞̈́̅̈́̔̒͛͘͘͝o̷̠̭͌͌̈́̆̈̋͛́̚͘m̷̻͇̮̫̾̀̓̓̃̓̍͠͝?̵̺̰̘̙̯̔̅͊̿̅͆"̷̤̬͚̘̰͕̓̌ ̴̦̀́̾̈́́̆͗.̵̠̏̈ ̷̡̭͉̱̽̀̇͑̿̽̒̃̇͘.̴̳̖̙̳͖̼̌̈́̀̓ ̷͇͚̲̱̫̪̺̐̈͒̂͑̓̾͘͜͜͠"̵̰̩̼͓̒̕W̵̦̝͇͍̍̿h̷̯̩̞͓̩͖̀̕͜͜ẙ̵̺̝̪̕ ̷̲̳͍̤̪͑͐͒̒̃̉͘̕̚͠c̸̝̼̘̥̬̦̼͎̭̪͌ą̴̗̻͋̉n̴͚̎'̶̡̬͔̺͉̹̪̰̥́̈́̎̇̌̊͠͠͠ͅt̴̼̯̝̲̰̞̹̽̉̉͝ ̷̖͔̪͆̉̇̌̑͘ͅy̵̧̢̯̩͍̩̓͂̿̾̌͛̃̊́͘ͅͅo̷̧̞̙͇͇̫͎͍̫͗̋ų̷̧̱͈͍̰͕̤̖̓̒͛͂̅̈̅̐̓̍͜ ̸̨̣͍̥̝̝̩͉͗͝ͅb̷̞̄́̈̈́e̸͎̣̮̞̭̙͖̤̼͆̌̔͝ ̷̡̨̛̰̠̠͙̋͂̍̌̎̍n̷̢̛̠̳̬̪̩̜̠͓̩͛̃̿̈͊̈́͆́o̵̠̝̼͎̔̌̐̄͑̾́͒͠ŗ̷̩̖̬̹͔̌̉̍͑͐̎m̶͙̖̪͙̥̮͔̆̈́͒̅̔̀̕̚ạ̸̢̺͉͉̠̝̞̼̤̀ḻ̵̝̜͑̈́̐̎̉̚̕?̸̭̚!̵̨̥̲̙͍̹̩̥̼̱͘ ̴̨͍̬̄́̓I̸̤͎͚̓̈́̒̌̚ ̶̺̼͙͚͉͊̋̍̃̚͜ǩ̵̮̦̘̦̭̞͙n̷̨̛̮̯̫̯̎͐̐̑̍̊̐o̴͓̤̪͕̝̻̣͌̏͜͜͠ŵ̶̼̠̲̝̻̪͕̍̇̾͝͠ ̵̨̡͇̰̝̬͚̗̀̐̆͂̓̾͋̈̕͠y̴̘̰̪̟̐̀͜ǫ̵̻̝̳̳̼̘̝̂̓̏̎̒̇̑̽̆̈́͜ͅṵ̵̡͉̤͎͓̲̣̊͊̈͂͒̎̽͐̓͜͠'̵̼̺͕̠̪̟̟͗̇̕r̸̗̹̺̣̭̝̫̝̩̫̓͊́͐̓ë̴̻̳͎̳͙͍̱͖̼́̀̾͘͜͝ ̷̛̤͛̉͊̅̈́̾ǹ̶̯̪̳̈́̔̀͠o̷͔͍͓̫̤͕̰̊t̴̞̱̱̹̀̽̍͗̇́̍̃͠͠ ̴̨̢̱̲̠͙̖̖͈̳̋͛͌͆̎ş̴̣̥͚̲̘̦̎̇̑̒̅̏͋́̍̕o̷̢̬̹͖̦̬͂̀̌̆̆m̵͚͚̞̩̳͓̲͎̎͐̀̈́̒͒͆͘ͅe̴͔̠̙͙͉̗̔͋̈́̅͊̽̎͜ ̸̞͍͖̪̠́̋̈́͂͆̑̇̕͠m̸̳͕͊̇̌̌̆͘͘e̸̛̖̗̣̽̈͆̆̚n̸̡̪̹̱͎̳͇̣̘̪̍t̸̤́ä̴͇͎̺̙̰͉̕l̶̳̮͎̣̈́̈́̑͆̈́̏l̷̡̢͈͙̹̮̅͒̏̂y̷̨̱̱͇̻̩͈͔̙͛ ̷̡͙̺̠̭̠̭̂̿̋͑s̶̨̰̹̊͝ͅḯ̸̧̦͓̗̞̺̼͖c̶̩͇̟̻̫̩̊̾͆̕͜k̴̫̙̫̽͒ ̶̛̻͉̎̐̊͗̈͒̊͜͝c̸̨̛̜̤̲̣͙̥̩͍̰̋̀̓̍̏́̇̆̋h̵̞̳̩̭̩̟͕̺̼͈̆͂͑̈́̆̑̏̈́͝ì̸͍l̷̨̨͖͉͓̳̮̬͚̀͆̀̑̾̈́͠d̷̜͈̪͋̀̈́́̿͛͠͝!̶͖͕̅̉͋̕͠ͅ!̷̲̦́͒̈̅͛͌͐̃͝͝"̷̛̪̦̓̆̆̈́̌͂͜͝ ̵̳̻͚̺̬̆͝.̸̧̰̮̦̼͍͓͈̎͑̀̐̇̈́̃͛͐ ̶̰̠̞̠̪̥̇̃̂̐̋͐̕.̶̧͚͚̖͉͖̼͉̈̊̇̉͊̆̾͝ ̵̢̨̦̫̟͎̬͕͇̹͋͐͊̈́.̶̛̪̭͇͔͚̲͎̟̗̒͒̅͛̆̃ ̷̧̭͎̹̙̫̖͍̠͒͒͛̾͝͠.̷̡̫̻̈́͗̎̕ ̵̧̞͉̖̯̥̲̉.̸͕̯̩̗͌͛̑̈́͒̅̈͘͘ ̴̡̡̡̮̈́̊̿̇̈́̕̕"̴̢͔͓̙̣̗̯͇͈̜͛̊̇̌̿̀Ị̸̜͙͔̾̋͝ ̴̢̿̐̃̀̓̒͘͝͠ͅw̶̩̱͚͕͂̔͌̽̄͠i̸̜̙̻͋̊̿̉̃͝s̷̡͓̹̲̑͐̎͌̒̍̋̅̚ͅh̵͙̤̫̤̩̗̯̻̭̓ͅę̷̨̟̠̝̭̖̗̫̩͗̋̽́̀̿̕d̶̛̠̫̪̗̳̝͌̌̔̃͜ ̵̭͙͉͚̪̿̄̓̾Ȋ̸̟̞̾̂ ̶̝̜͕̲̝̞̥͉̘́̓̅͐̌͘͜͠d̷̻̳̏̈́í̵̞̭̈́̈́̔̂̚͠d̴̲͚͎̹̙͇͐̾̽n̷̛̞͖̙̯̳̱̆̒̔̂̊͠'̶̧̭̬͍͇̯͚͐̎̋̒̒̑̓̾ṯ̴̩̬̱̲̤͖͖͎́́̏̏̎̔̄̆ ̶̩̥͙̱̝̠̞̟̫̙̊̌͑̂̓͑̔́̈́h̸͙̭̄̋̅̄͐̋͆̌͝a̴͕͋̏͜v̸̮̬̖̻̠̥̩͂̏͂͋͊̋͑͠͠ę̷̧̮͈̜̲̿̓́̃͜͠ ̷̠̭̺̠̘̲̫̾̚͜y̷͍͓̠̬̜͙̲͎̻͂͛͒ớ̸̧͖̖̞̠̳̝̾̀̄̄̔̓̃͐u̷̟̖͎̞̐͛̇̒̿!̶̢̖̗̙̙́̍̇̀̎̂͐ ̵̛̞͎͖̈́̑̈́̽͊̓̾̃̿ͅǏ̷̘̺͉͖̞͆́̌̿̚͜͜͝ ̵̢̨͓̟̳̥̘̫̞͆͒͠c̸̖̩͔͓̠̼̰̗͔̦̔̄̆͐̃͑̽̄o̵̪̭͓̩̔́͑̈̉̌͛͜͠ͅu̷͇̲͋̾͌͒l̴̨̢̼̹̙̖̩̓̐̓̒͝͠ͅd̵͚̑͆̃̈̇̈ ̷̡̮̰̈́̌̽̚ͅh̸͔̆a̵̧̢̘̳̰̠̦̾͋̆ͅṿ̴̝̆͆̽̎̍e̴̢͆͊͝ ̸̡̧̟̱̞͖̳̤͖̄̓͆l̴͈͌͗͘ě̴̟̌́͛̅͛͘͠f̸̪̘̫̒̓͜t̶̤̤̲̞̹̆͗̅̀̋̿̕͝͝ͅ ̸̡̦̠̱͖̮̮̘͐̋̅̇h̷̘̪͆̈́͛͐̓̔͗i̷͙̰͎̳̣͍̣̰̻̅͆̀͌͌͑̄̈́̈́͜m̵͔̳̹̪̊̇̆̔̕,̴̢̧̥̝̭̂̐̈́͗̉̿͋̒ ̶̧̡̖̏̀̅͌I̶̲͖̟͖̺̺̋͐͒͑̕ ̶̨̭͓̩͇̣̣̰̠̼͆c̶̢̛̲̯̞̮̖̩̖͆̈́̇͛͒̎̏̕ọ̸̆̾͆̊̀̃͒͌ǔ̷̧̧͕͖͔͇͚̈́̂̾̈́̑̃l̵̢̞̤͇͓̻͉̠̤͉͊̌̐d̸̯̩͓͚̲͇̣̯͗́̀̅ ̶̡̛͚͕̣̽̌̓̄̾̔͆͋̊ĥ̶̨̧̟̻̃̏̽̓̿á̷̧͚̟͖̰̆̑̅̄̾̉̚͠v̷͈̹͙̼̹͙̦̝͋͌̌̅͋̆̋͑͌ͅͅę̷͇̺̱̤̲̲̾ͅ ̵̳̩̜̳͇̟̻̌̄̅̈̂̇d̷̺͈̹̼́͊̎̀̅̄̏͠ͅọ̷͚̓̽̀̕ǹ̶͚͎̼͇̭̣̮̫͐͜ͅé̵̡̫̥̩̜̜͇̈́̓͂̀͂̆̈́̕ ̵̡̟̤̳͔̼̲̠̖̖͒͐̋̉͝͠s̷͙̗̎̉̊̈̕͜o̵͕̺͓̲͔̘̺̥̟͒̑̈́̍́̌͑͝ ̵̼̥̲̼͕̲̺̈̉͊́̀͛̉̇͛͠m̵͔̍̒̽͂̑̄u̴̲̩̝͍̘̿̐̉͂̀ĉ̴̰̬͔̯̞̱̝́͊̆̎̑̄͛̈́͠h̸̨̟̣͊̈͝ ̵̛̬͇̙̞̭̪̗͚̳̹́͋̆͠b̴̩̺̣̗͔͆̔̏̉͂̋̽̓é̸̡̪͓͎̹̱̻͙͌̒͘ţ̸̦̹̰̻̝̺̺͔̟̇̊̑̅͊̾̕͝t̸̝̠̝̱̱͍͍͈͉̿̋̄̒̃̏̕ę̷̛̜̘̖̥̮͎̯̣͑͗̓͌r̸̡̡̰̎̓̏̑̔!̸̧̳̥͇̥̺͍̙͓̚̕!̴̧̢̛̬̠̠̠͈͈́͒́̔̔͑̒̚̕"̷͕̱̑͆̐̒

"Yahoo~ Librarian (Y/n)? What are you spacing out for?" A menace appeared to bring you back from the dream.

Ace Trappola, the famous prankster and troublemaker of the Trappola house, to put it lightly the Trappola house was the most chill of the four houses and genuinely doesn't care what happens. Ace was nobly born and his parents were happy, he's not the heir but that also meant he can just enjoy life without that much burden. However, this also meant he was made to cause trouble, so he just sneaks out of the dukedom and hangs out with the commoners, not entirely relatable but he was still lovable in his own way.

"Who are you-" "Again?! This is our tenth meeting (Y/n)!!" Ace fumes pouting at your indifference.

He's a nice dude, and honestly, you always hoped that there were more people with lives like him, he's a genuinely good person maybe causing too many problems and troubles but he'll be alright.

"Yeah yeah, you're not that much of a regular Ace. If I had a madol for the number of people who know me and I remember their names... I'd have a meal. Which isn't a lot but it's still strange that it happened." That gave Ace the brain cell workout, honestly Ace is a fun one to tease when playing the game.

"Ah you don't make sense sometimes, I guess it's a side effect from being you, huh?" You should be mad but then again you pity Ace for having one brain cell.

"Haha very funny, what are you here for Ace Trap-" "Shhhh!!! You shouldn't say my last name so openly idiot!!" Says the person who casually gives their name away.

"I'm here to give you these." He said pushing a bag of sweets into your arms, high quality too. "Heard you and your errand boy lost an important boy so I thought I'd give something to cheer you guys up."

"How caring. I can buy my sweets just fine." You shoved the bag of sweets back to him, not so fun fact, Ace at some point had started stealing and you're just worried he'll get you in jail.

"Hmph, I guess you didn't need such lowly stuff-" "Ace you know I would never take advantage of your status as a noble." This was the main problem with Ace, he's the type to get close to someone and then not notice how he gets easily taken advantage of.

"Idiot... I'm meaning it, Deuce has been having a hard time no? Just do it for him will you?"

Not waiting for your answer Ace ran away leaving the high quality at your counter as you could only shake your head unknowingly smiling at the gift. In the story and before Ace and Deuce were always a pair, just like Cater and Trey, all connected to the librarian who was later on killed by a few jealous noble daughters, the only person who had no connection to the librarian was his royal highness and future king Riddle Roseheart.

The life of a librarian wasn't too hard to handle, arranging borrowed books, cleaning up messes, keeping it quiet, and shushing people was your favourite thing to do since you have so much power in your domain plus you can take home any book you wanted. How are you making money? Simple, you charge a fee for borrowing books, and thank the past librarian for making this method, besides the fee is affordable by standard and the library was technically private and owned by you.

Then everyone's favourite time came, closing time, quickly ushering the readers out you clean up the rest of the remnants and went home for the day. You could have gone straight home, but there was one place you wanted to visit that was so legendary in the game it became a thing in real life. Yes, you were talking about the Clover house's bakery, a bit classy and expensive but who cares the art used for the pastries was beautifully delicious.

"Outta the way!"

"Hey, I've been waiting all afternoon!"

"I worked months for their most famous sweets, back off!!"

You encountered a problem, it was a long line of bloodthirsty customers, well according to the game the pastries here were so good people no matter rich or poor would gather just to buy everything.

"Large crowd, huh?" Someone said behind you, turning around your eyes widen at the sight of Trey Clover, in the shabbiest disguise, how did you tell it was him? That Clover mark wasn't covered up properly that's what.

"Lord Cl-" "Shhh! I don't wanna startle the crowd." He said pulling you to an alleyway.

"You need to stop calling me by honorifics (Y/n), how did you know it was me?" Big bro vibes, Trey had some big bro vibes.

"You should work on covering that stigma up." You pointed at the light mark that looked like a clover.

A stigma is a marking that appears on the body of the four house's heir and current duke, there's no actual way of knowing who's going to be the heir since it's like a lottery and depending on the number of children that were born it's an often occurrence that your own might not be your heir and instead is your niece or nephew. Once the other stigma starts showing up that's when the story starts, even the crown prince has a stigma.

" I guess I just have to be careful next time, hah... others don't seem to notice it though." Trey smiled touching the not-so-hidden mark.

"Hold on let me check if I brought any make-up." It's funny how there's a lot of make-up found when you looked around the library, people do be throwing money around. "Found it. Just stand still..."

"That... tickles a bit." He giggled as you applied the powder lightly, the mark wasn't that visible but you just had to make sure.

When a stigma appears it is meant to symbolize change or succession, in this case, the current duke had two choices, either to peacefully let the marked heir succeed or convince the chosen heir to convince the marked heir for the rightful position. We all know what happens when a battle for succession happens, lots of interesting scenes happen, and the most memorable is when Deuce's stigma appears. Due to most of the circumstances, those who are involved with the stigma, by involving you mean know of which heir was going to be next, often die or are locked away from the prying eyes of society.

"You don't come here that often (Y/n)-chan, where are you planning on getting any pastries." You walked away deciding not to buy any, were you seriously going to wait another two years to buy? Hell nah.

"Well, I've been discouraged enough to say I'm not buying any." Trey laughed, he knew (Y/n) was the type to give up once something seemed intimidating.

"Here, I wasn't planning to eat them but the bakers just insisted that I have some." If it wasn't obvious his visit and appearance were to sneak out and check on the bakery.

Trey Clover's parents had a really good ending when they formed their relationship, but the twist was that Trey's father was technically a baker and a commoner too so there was some bad blood between Trey's mother and her parents but seeing how he came out safe to say things worked out. Except for when the stigma appears, mostly because Trey's reputation for having a commoner father wasn't the best look for him.

Trey was mostly bullied for being half noble and half commoner despite being a part of the four houses, so when he received the mark Trey used it as an excuse to avoid people even more, abusing the power an heir has over others. He runs away from his home to the bakeries almost any and every time, his parents do make sure he doesn't get hurt every time he gets home.

"I don't think I should-" "No, really have some. You looked like you needed some with how pale you are." He doesn't deserve hate from the NPCs, that's why his fan base is so big.

"Well, I can't receive it, besides I was planning to buy some ingredients for dinner soon." The air seems to be a bit chilly.

"My... deepest condolences to him.." if you hadn't noticed by this point, all love interests are often connected and know each other one way or another.

"Don't be... it's Deuce we're talking about so it's best you tell him that instead of me." There was no way of knowing how much trouble things will bring you now that you've been acquainted with most of the love interests in the Kingdom of Roses.

"Now bring this home with you!!" "No!"

"That stubborn a-" You lost and took the bag of pastries, well at least dessert is set.

The one thing about ingredients is the pricing which is either your bargain and release all that stress from the day or you're forced to buy expensive things that are scams. Thank god you helped that old lady on her market trip every weekend.

"50!" "20!" "40!" "20!" "25! And that is my last offer you thwat!" Just another day at the market.

"Fish on sale! Fish on sale! Half price 'cause it's closing time." Sadly you hate making certain fish food.

"Oi take a look over here vegetables! You'll never find something fresher than this!" Well, at least the prices were negotiable.

Yeah, nothing particular for a night market but who cares, for a librarian you were loaded, at least that title of baron helped in some aspect. Now you wouldn't just choose to buy at this place for no reason, that's because in the game.

"Thief! I caught a thief stealing mah trinkets." That familiar thick Western accent was definitely signalling you were in the right place.

"Let me go! You got the wrong person, I didn't touch anything it was your so-" "Shut up you noisy brat! You and that little rat can explain it to the guards when they arrive!"

To explain the situation of why and what we fast forward in time to the story 'The beautiful count and his deathly poison' and more specifically route 6 Act 5 'Spring Festival' where the introduction of two assassins known as the 'white deaths' appears. Not that they played a huge role but you were down for some heirs to inherit the Library and title once you run into trouble just so a certain main lead steals the deal to that place after your untimely death.

Those two assassins were originally from the Rose kingdom with the names of Lily and James, sadly they died at the hands of Rook, in order to prevent that and to find a good heir you pick out the outstanding assassins for their quick eyes and carefulness, after all as side characters you hardly ever get a good ending.

"Now now, there's no need to act like that everyone. I'll pay for the damages~" perks of being able to live comfortably? Money.

"Sir/Lady you don't know what you're getting into! These two are thieves and street rats!" How... boring, you really don't give a damn about it, Deuce was probably still mourning and you got to cheer that boy up.

"Ya da ya da, look I get it but they're my servants~ and it's my duty to punish them not you." An awkward silence filled the air, and the two "thieves" looked at you confused but seemed to play along, well anything to save their skin ain't it?

"W-well in that case-" "They're just checking for some good stuff, in case you haven't noticed since they are under my protection and work under me you really don't have the authority over them." You might have broken character a bit with how you were acting.

'Please stay in the Character module, the prologue is far from complete Player. This is your first warning.'

"Now may I have them back?" Restrictions are restrictions, that is why you were going to face a punishment soon after the scene ends.

"...Scram ya rats! Don't go touching things like that again." The two were quickly released as you threw the stall owner three silver coins, which was the equivalent of 30 madols.

The two assassins quietly followed you throughout the market, though they didn't say anything you could tell they were quite grateful for saving their skin earlier. Now it was true that they tried to steal but could you blame starving children for falling into temptation? As much of a cold person (Y/n) was there was also a limit to how they could get, that's because the original (Y/n) used to take care of people like this, up until the point of their father's death.

"Um... M-miss/sir...?" The girl asked pulling your clothing.

"Hm?" You were almost reaching home, looks like they did decide to follow you.

"Why would you save us? You should have just ignored us." The boy said pulling his sister's hand away from your clothing."

"For kids from the street you two are much more educated than you look~ well if I said I'm looking for helpers would you believe me?" You coldly said as a painful feeling struck your heart, the system couldn't pick a better time.

"No." The boy was James, at least that's what he was called after death and by the second assassin his sister Lily.

"Then why would you follow me? I could just be doing a good deed by helping you. There's no need for you to follow me like that." They had no place to go back to, well you didn't wanna take advantage of that fact, it was... disgusting of you to use people's weakness against them.

"Because you... don't look like the type of person to do so." Really, they were weird for children, but then again you were just as weird weren't you?

"Think what you wanna think~ the one thing I can promise you though." You looked into their fierce orange eyes. "If you agree to follow me you won't have to get in trouble again anytime soon."

So I'm the end you came back to your home with food and two adopted children, man did you just succeed in life by finding random kids for heirs and now won't have to worry until the story starts.

Did you really think you wouldn't meet any more trouble? You forgot about Deuce, Deuce Spade to be exact but right now he hasn't been taken in by the Spades yet so back to calling him Deuce.

"Deuce! I'm home!" You shouted.

You lived by yourself, well not exactly yourself since there was also Deuce but you were a noble so that meant you also had another mansion! Under your name... 'you' sold it through the day 'you' became the head librarian, some things just didn't stay for long. 'You' took Deuce and his mom into your care as 'your' servants, however since her passing there's only you and Deuce left.

The house was quiet, the kids stared in awe probably because of its structure, you had the same look when playing Deuce's route though the place was pretty much broken down in his route. Footsteps rushed from the stairs and then came to Deuce, his swollen eyes stared at yours then afterwards noticed the kids holding your hands.

"Your home... (Y/n) why did you bring these kids home?" Although he was still mourning Deuce had put up a front to ensure that he could stay strong in front of you.

"I thought you could use a helping hand, besides they're only a year younger than you." Taking your grocery bags, Deuce started to stare at the kids for a little longer.

"Actually we're 13, you don't look that old to call us kids" Between the two James was definitely the brasher one.

"Well you two have fun, me and Deuce have something to talk about. Oh and please don't burn the drawing room, that's the only place you can't destroy other than my room and Deuce's." The kids were definitely shocked you allowed it to happen but still went and explore the place.

For the last of the card boys, Deuce Spade had a sad fate, his mom went through all that and in the end left him at the age of 16 and 'you' became his temporary guardian until he reaches 19. Throughout this time he got into lots of trouble with drunks and guilds all around him, and the real trouble starts when he got his stigma.

After receiving the stigma the House of Spade immediately looked for him after an outsider witness claimed to see it on a boy similar to the current duke his 'father'. Deuce of course had no choice but to part with the librarian who took care of him and his mother. The death of the said librarian was ultimately warranted with this choice, and after a while of torture and humiliation, Deuce received the librarian's head as a warning if he ever decided to go against the House of Spade.

You weren't dying today, oh well you just have to hide Deuce long enough then, it's not like you could decide for him but if you were to choose you'd like to live.

"Why are we cooking again...?" Deuce said confusingly whisking some eggs.

"You didn't think we were just gonna sit down and talk, did you?" You asked while frying some onions, thank god the kitchen still had some useful utilities, you would have starved if they didn't.

"You... don't seem like the person to do this... and I've never seen you cook." It's true that the real (Y/n) would never but you were a foodie, food is life, food is love, and you would make use of all those recipe books lying to waste.

"Well, I did say we'd talk, besides I never joined your cooking session with your mom." You really need to stop being up to this boy's momma since he looked like he was gonna break down again.

"R-right, Mom really liked making food. I guess cooking does really bring back a few memories of her." A bittersweet smile graced his face, no wonder he was a love interest.

"I never really understood how she was able to love a child that wasn't hers. It's just sad to see how loving had hurt her so much." You were kind of jealous of (Y/n), how they didn't even need to do much and yet they're loved and cared for by all these people.

"Loving didn't really hurt her you know? Loving my bastard of a dad was the wrong move though." Deuce might have never been his dad, but from his story, you could tell how much he resented the man. " But loving me, and you. She might not say it out loud but it probably was one of the best things she did, I think."

"Hm, I guess it wouldn't hurt to think like that." You don't know her, yet you were grateful that she had taken care of (Y/n) and Deuce up until now, so now it's your turn to protect them.

"I miss her... I miss her so much..." Deuce broke down.

"Me too... but you wouldn't want her to see you like this for too long, it's good to let it out sometimes but you have to understand that there's a point where you have to move on." Not every breakdown is about screaming and crying out your heart, it could just be you holding yourself and thinking why, how did it happen?

So you ended up making too much food, at least Lily and James had a big appetite, but more than half of the food you made was gone. Deuce needed a little bit of talking but other than that he was good, he still clings to you like how he would to the original (f/l).

In (Y/n)'s bedroom you took note of a few things that weren't originally in the story, first was how many useful books they had in their room as if they had prepared it for a long time, second was the countless papers and materials relating to moon studies in their room.

Moon study was just basically learning of the moon cycle but in this world, the moon was an important element in rituals, so from that fact you deduct that (Y/n) was trying to perform so type of spell. You're not sure what type of spell it was but when you took a good look at yourself in the mirror, you noticed a moon-shaped stigma above your belly button, which looked exactly like a moon tattoo you got at the same place.

You were wondering, what if (Y/n) was trying to perform a body switch spell and it resulted in this, you were dead in the real world and you knew that because you J̵̟̺̗͍̫̺̤̙̗̅͑̅̅̂̉̕u̴̼̯͛̆͠m̷̻̦͇̝̺͚̟͂̂̾͛̍̀̓̉̕̚͜ͅp̷͕͆ė̸̗̌̒̏̇͊͋͝͝͠d̴͉̩̭̣͓̖̲̈́̉͜͜ so there's no way (Y/n) could transfer to your body so how?

'Player, are you ready for your punishment?'

A systematic voice was heard behind your back, and looking behind you saw the blue screen with those words in bold. You nearly forgot about it. Excruciating pain, memories, nightmares, and the torture that took a toll on your body. That was 'punishment'.

"..." The moon looked so pretty to you, maybe it was because you had the best view in the entire house. Burn marks are present around your body as the day slowly ends.

Morning came, it was gloomy and well raining, in contrast to the beautiful blue moon from the night before the skies of the next morning rained hard. Well, you would have some difficulties going to the library in weather like this one but you like the rain so who cares.

"It's raining cats and dogs today, I wonder if we should even go and open up the library today?" Deuce was giving you the 'go and I'll break your neck look' while the kids were looking like 'What's a library?'

"Don't even think about it, besides we have things to clean today now that your home and don't have an excuse to go out." Yes, rain day was cleaning day, as much as you loved the rain it also came with cleaning.

Bang bang.

"Who the fu-" "Language!" You carefully walked to the door holding a butter knife in your hand, don't ask where you got it.

Swinging the door open you found a passed-out person with reddish hair, lying at your front door, an injury on their back, and lots of scratches.

"Deuce get the first aid kit and some towels!! Someone's definitely going to meet Death in a few hours!!"

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grimalkinmessor · 1 year

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Actually actually actually—I think I will expand a bit on my BNHA/DN character parallels just a little bit because,,,,

I just realized that Doctor Garaki's orphan hospital is a lot like Wammy's House :')

BUT I will go in order because why not: Matsuda and Midoriya.

I think this one's kind of obvious but I'll expand on it nonetheless; Midoriya may be the main character to Matsuda's side character, but their personalities and roles are very similar. They're both unfailingly kind and they see the best in people, to the point that it's easy for them to empathize and see from the villain's point of view. They tend to adopt the same beliefs as those around them and/or above them until something happens to challenge those beliefs. They both have elder mentor figures that they want to be like (Soichiro and All Might) and they are constantly striving to be like their mentors. Midoriya and Matsuda also share a sense of worthlessness in the face of idle hands—meaning that if they don't feel like they're doing something useful, they will try to find some other way to help. Both Matsuda and Midoriya are always, always, trying to help.

Bakugou and Aizawa is a little less steady comparison wise, but they're both hot-headed and loyal people. They both think they know what's best but aren't afraid to (reluctantly) take orders from others if they know, logically, that those orders are going to further the goal. They both prefer to be hands-on, and they both have a role in sticking by the happy-yet-sad-too-trusting-kid to both insult them into submission and keep them from dying and/or protecting them. Bakugou-Midoriya and Aizawa-Matsuda are both very antagonistic/protective relationships, it's kinda funny.

Misa and Toga I feel like I don't have to explain. Sure, they have a lot more differences than the others but honestly I think that if Ohba hadn't been such a pussy when it came to giving his female characters actual character then they'd be extremely similar. Twins, even. Let 👏 Misa 👏 Be 👏 Feral 👏👏👏

Light and Yoichi is a comparison that was odd for me to make for several reasons, first and foremost of which being that Yoichi isn't the villain in his story. (Second of which being Yoichi is a soft boi but we'll come back to that). But I ended up on Yoichi for Light because 1. I had already chosen L's parallel character and 2. their roles in their stories are very similar if you look at the intent behind them. A man who stands behind others, surrounding himself with like-minded people as he urges them to fight for the cause of the greater good, to save the world, even if they die in the crossfire—knowing, even, that they're likely going to die in the crossfire. Now yes, Yoichi physically CAN'T fight on the front lines because he's DEAD, and his greater good is actually, you know, good, but again the intent there is the same. Their roles in relation to their respective antagonists are also very similar: another man in the shadows is hunting you down with a fervor known only to wild predator animals and you are doing everything possible to not only keep out of his clutches but also to stop him from impeding the safe growth of what you consider to be a good world. Idk Yoichi just seemed like the most logical conclusion.

Mello and Dabi is an easier comparison for a few reasons (though yes I did consider Dabi for a Ryuk parallel for a minute or two). The most obvious of which being their recklessness and viciousness. They both have burn scars because they're both idiots that blew themselves up out of spite like,,,how. Mello parallels Dabi in that he 1. leaves home, 2. has a younger 'brother' that he's competing with and cripplingly jealous of, 3. has so much ambition that he was willing to wait YEARS for his plans to come to fruition, 4. joined a group of dangerous criminals in order to further his goals, 5. committed enthusiastic arson. Plus, look at the way these two dress. You could cut a leather couch in half and get both of their wardrobes. Cunning goth little himbos, both of them.

Near is Todoroki's parallel for a lot of the same reasons as above. His role in relation to Mello is incredibly similar to Shoto's in relation to Dabi. A younger competitor that surpasses the elder unintentionally, only making the elder that much angrier, and has little to no desire to actually be the successor of the man the elder idolizes. They are literally just fuckin' sitting here. Also, less and also more important—both of them are socially stunted and autistic ✨ "If I smile they'll die??" vibes from both of them plzzz. Both of them are also incredibly feral but the fandoms refuse to focus on that part for some reason.

Matt and Spinner. Less points, but honestly Exasperated Side Character With A Larger Role In A Main Character's Life Than You Anticipated That Also Goes Hard For Video Games is all I needed, really. Also they're both designated driver.

L and All For One—the whole reason I decided to expand on this—have SO. MANY. PARALLELS. They do not look like it at all and it drives me nuts because All For One may be a villain and my brain initially wanted to give him to Light but. No. No, L has this man down pat and it's a little infuriating :') This also comes down to me comparing Watari to Doctor Garaki but first things first: All For One is, at his core, a corporate head. Both he and L have spent literal decades building up their empires, both monetary wise and reputation wise, and used them to do whatever they hell they wanted. L may solve cases and put criminals away, but guess what? So does All For One! When it benefits him. L solves cases because he's bored, and he paints over the face of it as Justice™ because it gets him more sympathisers and tools to use. He's constantly playing a giant game of chess and people are little more than pawns and cannon fodder. He has Watari running a successor program so L can live on after he's gone, just like AFO has with Doctor Garaki (I wanted to make Near parallel Shigaraki bc of the line between Shigaraki and Dabi as AFO's potential successors, but Todoroki called his name instead so wcyd). Both of them play both sides of the board as a grand sort of puppet master, and the only thing that differs is what side they lean toward. L leans more towards lawful morality, AFO leans more toward anarchic depravity—both of them are ultimately playing for themselves.

I have a few more character parallels, but I'll stop here for today. I'd love to hear your thoughts on this :3

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alexsiple · 1 year

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I just read through In Terms of Rain and I found it exceedingly beautiful in illustration AND writing (tf how do you do that). It really captured what I like in a lot of Death Note fan creations, which is some abstractness and ideas left up for interpretation. That being said, I would really love some insight and analysis on your end of certain choices you made while creating it. Just any meanings from certain pages or your general thoughts would be incredible for my plebeian mind <3

ohhhh anon thank you so much. this is so kind of you- thank you for reading it and enjoying it. and thank you for giving me the opportunity to talk at length about this thing i've made HAHAHAHA i'm rubbing my hands together like a little creature (i'm putting this under a cut)

listen i think about death note too much. like, too much for what it is. it's one of my favorite things ever but i'm hyper-aware of its flaws. that said, i think a lot about L and light and how the creators managed to make this really crazy story about being known and what we hide from others. it's so romantically tragic to me. it's so romantically violent to me. i wrote about this more on my substack but i'll keep going with some more specific death-note-lore sort of analysis (i guess i'm a person who links their substack unprompted. great).

L is like, one of my favorite characters of all time? i read a lot of death note fanfiction (i know ok) and my favorite hobby is analyzing people's interpretations of him. literally a year or so ago i was reading so much fanfic and it was kind of rotting my brain and i had this sudden wave of inspiration/wrote the whole script of this comic in one sitting. i kept starting this comic since then and the visual style never felt right until i managed to land on this one.

L makes me very sad. i both relate to him and watch him from afar as an omniscient observer. i wanted to capture all these feelings he gives me at once; it's a really L-centric comic. the tragedy of living a life in so much isolation. the tragedy of living life not exactly for beliefs or morals or justice, really, but because it's your job, and all you have, and you're good at it, so you do it. whatever. shrug, shrug. you do it. if you die, you die. apparently i also for some reason fixated on the thing about L being adopted by wammy and being raised to be this child prodigy. a gifted kid narrative, etc. that makes me sad. i think L and light have this parallel going on where they both feel misunderstood by most people because of their own making, maybe, but also because of how they were raised and because of their ""intellect"" and their superiority complexes. light's complex coming more from privilege, of course, and being more analyzed in the source material. both of them jaded by and cynical of the world and its extreme violence.

i wanted to hone in on that loneliness. L and light are very lonely characters. they are very internal and thoughtful and weird and express this in opposite ways (but they're the same! of course!) hm. i like thinking that L was raised in a church. dropped off in that movie-orphan way as a baby during a snowstorm or something. how did wammy find him at eight years old and adopt him like that. what does a child have to see and do to become a "detective prodigy" at age eight. canonically, the whole wammy's house thing is fucked up. canonically, L is the first and best. what does a child have to see and do to become the First and Best. does intelligence make a child more mature, more able to "handle" anything thrown in their line of view? some people seem to think so. i think it's creating a sort of ghost that haunts you when you're old enough to look back and see it behind you.

also i wanted to explore religious [catholic] imagery. albeit in a more earnest way than the source material but yeah- i imagine L grew up around catholicism. wammy's house with its big cross on it! i think sometimes when you've been lonely for a long time, or your whole life, and you have never felt truly seen, there's this euphoria that arrives with the person who finally Sees you. you know? sometimes that feels like religion. sometimes being known feels holy. sometimes it feels like being loved. shrug, shrug. sometimes it feels like dying.

i've always really loved that L likes that light could be kira. is. i think it's so insane and endearing and personal to me. light hates that L knows him, has never been known before, translates this feeling into violence. L is like, i get this guy completely, he's a mirror, but somehow he's like no one else i've met before and it's still exciting! i'm laughing at him (i'm crying.) i like that light hides all strong emotions deep within and that L occasionally releases strong emotions with, like, a detached acceptance. he's not exactly afraid to be vulnerable but more picks and chooses what to let people see. plays off of something real, sometimes. is willing to play a character for fun. light just doesn't show anything real at all. is very uncomfortable with any vulnerability. is also very afraid of death. in some ways i feel that L seems to halfway accept his death. he's like, yeah, i'm dying now. this is where my life has led me. i lost but it's out of my control anyway. with in terms of rain i wanted it to feel like this foggy reflection on a life from a ghost, i guess? hence all the references to specific years or cases/the opening part. lol. won't explain the one hundred years of solitude reference but i feel as if the stars aligned with that one.

hopefully this is interesting to SOMEONE? LMAO?

and as for certain pages, the only ones i think i want to point out are these two, which are references to B and A respectively because i actually love the los angeles bb murder case novel with like. a fervor. even though i don't think it's actually good but i also think they really nail something with it. i just think about beyond birthday a lot. ugh. DEATH NOTE. I USED TO LAUGH AT BEYOND BIRTHDAY AND NOW IT'S SERIOUS TO ME

thx bye.

#death note #in terms of rain #????? half of my brain is death note lore for no reason.#ask

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ivy72376 · 11 months

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NEW BEGINNINGS, JUNE 1-30, 2023

The truly converted soul... Recognizes that pride manifested in feelings of superiority, entitlement and privilege, lies at the heart of sinful, human nature; and that to truly live out our purpose and calling is to be humble and recognize that we are nothing without the grace of our God, we are ineffective without His presence in our lives, and we have no influence and impact without the fruits of His Spirit working in us each day... May we truly repent of our delusions, our ignorance and misunderstanding, our negligence in allowing ourselves to be corrupted by unscrupulous people who only have themselves in mind at the expense of our purses, our lives and souls; and live each day being thankful of our salvation and deliverance, of the love and mercy we have received since birth, and pouring out the same measure of grace and mercy to others too...

#HappyJune302023

The inclusive God... Throughout history, wars had been waged under the banner of religious exclusivism, or the belief that one's faith and set of traditions are the one true way, and that of others are invalid, and must be condemned and destroyed or abandoned... Yet if we believe and follow the teachings of our Savior, we have to take note that He preached and reached out to people beyond His social, political and religious circle; but spent a lot of time with the "others" - - ostracized and scoffed at for their social status, their livelihoods, their faith, preferences and nationality... And that is the mirror of true faith: it is not an affiliation, not a membership, not a heterogenous group, but as He said, a "feeding of the hungry, giving of drink to the thirsty, clothing of the naked, caring for the sick, visiting of the incarcerated, being hospitable to the stranger," and like Him, "caring for, ministering and developing a ministry for widows and orphans"... If we practice as He preached, and not discriminate people nor judge them according to our standards and biases, then we belong to the true church, that doesn't have a formal or written certificate, that isn't confined to four walls, that isn't even named and indicated in legal and public documents; but that is spiritual, eternal, alive and drives our everyday motivation and moments...

#HappyJune292023

Sad begets sad; don't be, or you and others whose lives you touch might go down the way of destruction with you... The Finnish were asked what they thought about being the happiest country on earth; and the author of the article said that the ordinary Finnish could not relate that much... For you see, they have different views of being happy: it's not always having fun, always having a smile on, being constantly energetic and enjoying to the max because YOLO; but being content and at peace, knowing that they can pay the bills because they are in good health and they have jobs that pay well; that when they get sick, the government pays for it; that they can send their children to school, even to post graduate courses because it's free... We don't have such a rich government, or one that has lesser corruption than ours; but we can learn from their attitude... It is feeling confident and thankful that wherever we are right now is where we're meant to be; that for all our troubles and difficulties, we have a God who watches over us and is attentive to our needs and concerns; that there is no reason to fear for tomorrow and even for eternity, because He who designed all things, also has our future in mind, and our well-being at hand; that we can afford to be generous, patient and understanding now, because of The One Great Love that sustains us each day... It is a stretch to wish each of us to be happy; but rather, to pray that each one of us find that peace and contentment that only the Prince of Peace and Everlasting Father can bring...

#HappyJune282023

Proximity is an insidious jade... An old proverb to be sure, but literally one that grows on you... And one famous saying I've learned from a favorite author during my teenage years... So it seems with our relationship with people too... They may be gracious to us, or hostile, but like maltreated and abused Dan, the humble heart learns to love those who are closest to us, for we realize they are given to us to accompany us in this journey, and from we learn how to live and love more deeply... And while crime, offense, abuse and oppression are deplorable; but the one who has let the fruits of the Spirit in their lives learns to be patient and understanding, forgiving, secure and at peace that someday, things will get better, people will learn without coercion, and at the end, we shall all receive our due reward... May we truly let our Father's love and light shine through us; and even towards the unlovable and those we deem undeserving, coexist and live in peace and understanding, in patience and humility, in faith and trust, in wisdom and love...

#HappyJune272023

The road to destruction is paved with greedy intentions... I wasn't really offended when someone commented that if you want to get rich, build a new religion; because honestly, we've seen far too many so-called messengers of God who were actually only after people's purses... There was even one who was so close to the story here, giving in to fraudulent speculators decades ago, who dug up an entire hectare-full of land where a part of his church establishment was built, strongly believing there was gold there... Where they really able to find gold from all those dirt? No one knows, but one thing for sure: when that guy started all the digging, for me, He just lost all claim and credibility to seek after lost souls like our Savior commanded, in order to bring them close to Him; because indeed, he showed himself a fraud, who was only seeking for material treasure at the expense of people's tithes... And our Savior's words today couldn't ring truer about where our hearts and treasures are; for truly what we value makes all the difference in us between keeping our sanity and going ahead to the road of insanity... May we remain sane and sober; and live lives valuing what is true, seeing and keeping ourselves far from the fake and false glitter of fame and fortune, and strive and patiently endure on our path to eternity with our God, Savior, and One True King and Master...

#HappyJune262023

A thankful heart... Manifests sincere acknowledgement of our God's goodness and love, His salvation and deliverance and gift of eternity; and reflects and pours out the same grace, generosity, understanding, patience, wisdom and discernment on others too... It does not force others to believe and accept their personal opinions, biases, exclusiveness, prejudice, and less-informed ideas; but works hand in hand with others to fulfill our one great commission to be good stewards of life and creation, to make this world better for everyone; and to make each of us feel that more than our inadequacies and failings, the love of our Creator shines and should be given a chance to shine on us, on all our efforts and fruits of labors, and all creation... May thankfulness be not just a pretense, an expression or conversation-opener for us, but our lifestyle and brand...

#HappyJune252023

Of infinite potential... Maybe because I was raised through childhood to a great extent by grandparents who lived through the second world war of modern times, I was taught some crafts, and most importantly how to reuse many things and whatever is available and at hand, to the point of almost instinctively knowing that what is trash to many, still can actually be used in other things... Thankfully, I fell just a little bit of being a hoarder, but that is another story... Still, to those who have the stewardship mindset, we know that to survive and thrive, we need to stay hopeful; because the things entrusted to us are never vain, mundane, or useless... These always scream out for bigger meaning and higher purpose... How much more with human life... An article recently said that there really is no cure for depression, just medicines to control hormones that trigger it; but because one cause of depression could be the overwhelming feeling of helplessness, maybe it would help those of us in those situations to think that there will always be help available if we are humble enough to ask for it, that all our efforts at living so far are not useless because they are working in us to develop our character and patience, and that to a loving Heavenly Father of all humankind, nobody is so misled and evil as not to warrant His rain of grace and mercy, His outpouring of love and deliverance; and to have the wisdom and discernment to see and treat other people in the same manner too, no matter their personal beliefs and preferences... May we transform our view to that perspective, be open to His daily revelations, and trust in His loving and wise guidance...

#HappyJune242023

Strong east winds actually drive you west, and if facing north, to the left... And those moments are big life changes, challenging, scary at times, but amazing, and full of wonder... Because only our Creator can bring about those, to the ones who have humbled themselves, listened to His still small voice even if they don't understand it at the moment, and obeyed His leading in humility and patience and courage... It is blind to eyes that only see the moment; but for the soul who takes a step back, wisdom is given at the end, to discern that all things work together for good to those who love and believe in Him; all things turn out greater than before, to the ones who trust His will, and walk in the path He designated--in patience and faith...

#HappyJune232023

Because the Word is life... So that we shouldn't misinterpret nor twist it when we represent it to others, infusing it with our own biases and judgments, and muddling it with our ignorance... For like grass that is perennial, its truths will always seep through the cracks; and in our moments of false pride and unfounded superiority, slap us in the face or smack us over in the head... Rather we should give it due reverence, and always be curious to know its language and culture, strive to gain wisdom to know and understand its many levels and depths, courage to discover its revelations, and humility to accept that we can never fully understand it nor take and appropriate it all literally; yet to give it a chance to work in our lives and drive our motivations and perspectives... May we therefore truly make it a lamp in our path, to keep it shining, and when it seems to go dim, to always fan its flames daily in our lives...

#HappyJune222023

A diversity of gifts... Because our God is the God of unity and peace, we bear His mark if we apply the same to all our endeavors too... The people of God therefore should recognize and acknowledge the potential in each one, whatever may be their status or situation in life, and work together to welcome the multiples of intelligences each one comes with... Unfortunately in many of our communities, we lack such of what the secular and scientific world has established as to the diversity of personality and capacity our human family has... May we truly see others through the eyes of our Father, that towards a better world, we may work hand-in-hand with others, especially those whose culture and beliefs are different from ours, recognizing that they are God's children too, even if they choose to serve and worship Him in manners different from what we grew up with...

#HappyJune212023

Faith in action... Is not exclusive, not condemning, not inward-focused; but goes out to the real world, spreading the love of God without saying it out loud with words but with deeds and presence... Because the Word is not realized with words; but bears fruit in transformed lives, freed from judgment and bias, alive and glowing with His light, poured out by His Spirit, and generously being poured out in everyday acts and moments that make this life and earth better...

#HappyJune202023

Liberty means that if we have to sow, we sow generously... Because putting out feelers here and there, giving out tidbits to people whom we believe need much is not charity but vainglory, just a way to make us feel good without making us commit ourselves... So is it with the Word, with a revelation, with the truth... A mere verse won't cut it, because as history has proven, it can cause unlimited misinterpretations, racism and discrimination, wars and chaos... But if we have to live our faith and conviction, then we speak our truth quietly and clearly, we expound and explain with wisdom and love, we do not give people a taste of the kingdom but a whole heaping full serving of God's mercy and grace, we do not just give a verse but we open up the Word to a hungry humanity in search for its salvation and deliverance by its power; even if they might question or ridicule it, or subject it to scrutiny, but still giving them a chance to hear, to understand, to experience... In other words, when our Savior gave us freedom, we share such gift and give liberty to others too; not only physically, but mentally, emotionally, spiritually... We do not cover the Word, but open it up and expose it, warts and all... For freedom begets itself, and the gift and indwelling of the Holy Spirit bears fruit in lives poured out for His service and sacrifice...

#HappyJune192023

Having His eyes... In our time today, fewer people claim and gain confidence from the belief that we were and are still made everyday in our God's image; and fewer still unfortunately, exhibit His qualities in how they see and treat other people... But the God of wisdom is the all-wise and merciful eternal, THE God of love, from whom we hear that if we love Him, we keep His command not only to love Him but our fellowman too... And in this father's day at that, it is sad to note that fathers who truly fulfill their God-given duties are dwindling around the world; which makes us think that maybe we need a radical transformation in how we treat our fathers, how fathers should treat their children and the youth, and how we all, as a family under heaven, should treat those without fathers, especially those with absentee or abusive ones... For as God's children we all deserve to grow in His love and grace; and as fathers, mothers, elders, teachers and mentors, we are all obligated and responsible to give the same kind of good and godly upbringing to all children and youth entrusted to our care, seeing them with the same fatherly loving eyes, treating them with humble hearts, gentle and firm guidance, nurturing hands, and protective arms as they go on this journey too...

#HappyJune182023

Never be silent... In proclaiming the truth, in speaking out against abuses and oppression, in expressing love and support... For that is a life well-lived, an existence actuallized... Yet a Proverb says we are given two ears, two eyes, but one mouth, to perceive more, and to speak by choosing our words wisely... Perceiving what others feel and need, believing that things will work out well, and that even the nastiest people have the desire to be acknowledged, and knowing that with such knowledge, we need wisdom to be able to brandish such "weapon" with all humility and nobility; primarily encourages us to choose our words with care, and conduct our speeches in understanding and wisdom, in patience and love...

#HappyJune172023

Herein lies true love, that even if one party has dementia, the other doesn't forget and still cares... So the Word today says of our God... Unfortunately many of us, especially in generations past, have chosen to forget how to truly love Him and our fellowmen; for we have added tenets, practices and traditions contrary to His will even though we claim them to be, by distorting and misinterpreting the Word, just because these make us feel good, special and superior in the eyes of others... We have forgotten His command not to add or deduct from what He has said, and have paid dearly for it with lost and misled souls that we have doomed to perdition... Thankfully our God always finds a way to get back at us, and in many ways, always gives a chance for His people to learn and be saved... Let us not waste our sane and waking time, and truly live our days in His love and leading, finding our peace and confidence in His promises, making a living abiding by His Word, and making a life in His presence...

#HappyJune162023

Not a moment wasted... For the busy bunch, who like to fill their hours with activities and stuff, for they believe that time is gold, and every minute needs to be filled with doing something productive... But downtimes have their purpose too, allowing us to think and take stock, and see ourselves in the grand journey we are all taking... For that seems to be the case with our metaphysical and spiritual lives too; in moments crammed both with movement, and in times of rest and meditation - - not a second wasted in nothingness and aimlessness, but always working out for the completion of our Savior's good work in us...

#HappyJune152023

The second witness... If we are to take the book of Revelation's 'Two Witnesses' metaphorically, in our time today, truly, we (including us who say we belong to the same faith and conviction) have murdered and trampled on them... For one could very well be the Word--preaching the gospel undiluted, in the same spirit of love and mercy our Savior meant for it to be; and one is Living the Word--that is, if we can boldly proselytize to what we believe is a world ignorant and uninformed, so should we apply our faith and conviction in how we treat others too... For a sense of adventure and a bit of bravado and pride, even a feeling of superiority, may color our reason to preach the gospel, even if we say we do it out of love for God; but there can be no more credible evidence of our testimony than loving our neighbor, respecting their rights and peace of mind, giving a chance for God to work in and through them without harassing or nagging them, condemning or shaming them into guilt and obedience about it... For our ally is time; if indeed we are true to the mission we were called, it helps give us patience and perseverance; it allows us to wait for the right time, the right mindframe, without letting us waste each precious moment in living for Him and for what He called us to do for others too...

#HappyJune142023

We don't put down roots... Unlike plants in which we say literally are "rooted to the ground", our lives are mobile and moving, ever-changing with the times, always on the go with life's challenges and breakthroughs... That is why it is unhealthy to get comfortable with comfort zones; they are death to the soul, and an affront to the very nature our God intended for us to be... For we are meant to influence, to spread our impact of life and restoration far and wide, nourishing other people's souls and replenishing creation... Inertia is a natural reaction, but settling down to the demands of culture and tradition, especially if they were actually uninformed and lacking good judgment and discernment in the first place is a curse... For as our Savior has said, He gives us life, and He desires for us to live it abundantly, ever growing, ever new, ever expanding in magnanimity and love...

#HappyJune132023

True obedience brings freedom... Because of the weight of tradition, and the burden to conform to a set of man-made values, unfortunately many of us just follow and parrot traditions set by men who were filled with pride, beliefs and tenets passed down from misinterpretations and feelings of superiority; without striving to understand why, or caring to know if these were logical, if these were what our God and Savior exemplified for us... And without being aware that they were already proven false and ineffective before, we fall prey to the pressure, and measure our life and walk by erroneous, unnecessary, unreasonable, ungodly, unwise, and the same sinful and prideful standards... It is time to go back to the Word first given to us (in the apps or the printed version, they're in red), to rethink what we were brainwashed in, and stop misinterpreting and misappropriating what is not for us and what is beyond us in His will and plan... Because the kind of obedience these bring only results in chaos and confusion, shame and oppression, craziness and pain; while the kind of obedience our Savior challenged us with brings life and healing, freedom and deliverance, peace and joy, wisdom and love...

#HappyJune122023

The reason for our hope... Not really sure if many people still believe in an afterlife, or are starting to doubt many tenets of the faith, including the one that says we are accountable in the afterlife for everything we do while in this body; that is why we have to act with respect, understanding, tolerance, kindness, humility, justice and fairness... Because in our times today, many religious and social and political or community leaders, business leaders too, seem to act with impunity, live it up, blatantly steal from others their hard-earned incomes, trample over their rights--to their persons and bodies, take away their self-esteem and peace, even devalue and easily dispose of their very lives... Maybe we really have believed that we are privileged and entitled, at the expense of others, and we must do all we can to get what we want... Yet, no matter our status, credentials, wealth and private armies, we are mere mortals, lower than angels, weaker than even nature itself... May we stop waking up to a lie of our invincibility, but always be mindful of our place in God's time, our value among His creation and in His eyes, and not forget that everything we do is counted, every thought, word and deed serving to build the life we are looking forward to, an existence and reckoning, a reward or otherwise in the great beyond...

#HappyJune112023

Wisdom, humility and trust are the true markers of a successful person... It is recognizing that you do not know everything; but when seeking for truth, answers and knowledge, you are quiet, clear, and keenly attentive to it; it is knowing that no matter the size of your wealth, the height of your status, the magnitude of your achievements, that you are just one breath away from a life beyond the grave, and that you can never bring one cent or one dot of title with you after your heart stops beating; it is acknowledging that you are limited, that you are helpless as an individual and need the community of those close to you, physically or emotionally, in order to survive, thrive and grow... Above all, it is knowing and being fully aware that you are mortal, and so are not entitled to privilege; but that whatever grace received should be accepted in gratitude, lived in patience and perseverance, and given back in love...

#HappyJune102023

When the soul does a backyard-bathe... Is when it is at its most secure... For life is often full of troubles, yet, we as God's dearly beloved creation and child, can have Him as our refuge; much like our very own backyard in nature, where we are safe, secure of our space and belonging, and at peace... No matter our challenges and difficulties, nay we not forget to step out into our own "backyard" with Him, that we may enjoy the abundance and rest He promised...

#HappyJune092023

Battered, bruised but not broken... Sadly, such is life for many, especially that everyday gets more and more challenging and difficult, and many people around seem to grow more and more entitled, enraged and abusive, oppressive and unjust... And we can only hope and pray that someday things will get better, and that there will be a time our wishes and dreams could come true... In the process however, we are thankful to our God and Savior that He sustains and provides, that He strengthens and guides... For as we work every day doing our best and giving our all--to our tasks, to the betterment of our fellowman and community, we are and always will be given love and grace, confidence and joy, hope and peace...

#HappyJune082023

Sitting on the fence... What often costs us our humanity and soul is finding faults in others; which is why, even as a profession in audit, people have a mostly hate relationship with those who point out at inadequacies in how others do their work... There must be a reason why our Savior couched His words with reminders of love and unlimited forgiveness... For as one loving and caring people of God, we are called upon to alert others if what they have been doing is wrong, but not in a judgmental manner; that is, correction and discipline is all about what is best for the person, not the ego or image of the one doing the correcting, nor for entertainment or shock value of those who will see the example... But the best thing is, we should always start off in humble prayer, in honest and loving conversation... Yet, for those who may not heed, we must not ostracize but continue praying, and give them some space... For even if we think that person is wrong, still they deserve respect for their choices, and an opportunity to learn from the outcomes... If praying silently and sitting on the fence of our brethren's lives is the most loving and humane thing to do, then so be it... Anyway, we are each in our own journey, with different challenges and milestones, but each one deserving of support, understanding, love and mercy from one another...

#HappyJune072023

Adverse Religious Experience... I came across one online article on this by someone who said she had been brainwashed and trapped before in traditions and faith systems so insular, inward-focused, backward and selfish, where change is eschewed for the comfort of the familiar and the affirmation of the misled and ignorant few, even when such sacrifices truth, justice, mercy and charity towards the lost, and those whose souls really need the inspiration and the love of God... I guess the hardest idol to remove in our lives is our principles and traditions, that we have adapted from people who manipulate us into thinking that we are less and inferior than them in the eyes of our God... But our God truly is merciful, in that, because we were created in His image, He also gives us the capacity to think, to realize the sham of busyness according to our own less-informed criteria about life and service in Him, and to wake up from the uselessness of our prideful dependence on our own efforts at pleasing Him... Indeed, nothing quite like fulfills His purpose in us, than for us to show in whatever we do that we are not exclusive, we are not entitled, and we are not privileged; but that each person we meet deserves our love and understanding no matter how unlovable we may perceive them to be; and that each of us deserve respect and support in whatever challenge and issue we face in our journey... May we not make AREs our own little gods that trap us in false comfort and security, but truly dedicate the rest of our days becoming more like our Savior who went out of His comfort zone to bring life and light to a hurting world beyond...

#HappyJune062023

It's time... Sometimes in our lives we don't want to do some things because we feel it isn't time; sometimes too we ask why we haven't yet received some things even when we feel we deserved it already... But the good news is that with our God, there is no wrong timing... Psalm 37:4 says to delight ourselves in Him, and He will give us the desires of our heart... And these blessings always come at the right time... May we always remember that whatever may be our situation now, whatever we are feeling, to only trust that we are where we need to be at the moment; because when we wait patiently and not lose faith, there will always be a time when our dreams and wishes come true, especially when those are motivated by love and service, by a desire to do good and to give generously... We may be running late according to our GPS-connected watches, but life, as planned and willed by Creator, for us will always be on time...

#HappyJune052023

For a wider audience... Because of the Internet, it seems the world had gotten smaller, and many of us become connected to people from the farthest corners of the earth... In the Word today, that seemed to be the situation during the apostle Peter's time, especially when the Lord instructed him to feed His sheep, not only the immediate disciples, but people of all nationalities around the world... During the retreat we were shown a video of the modern day Capernaum church, below which, separated by a glass floor in the center, was the archaeologically-dug-up original stone house of the apostle Peter, a former fisherman, by the seaside of Galilee in the ancient province of Judea... And that site sits in the crossroads of culture, history and faith... So it seems with our faith too: we can no longer share God's word only to our family, neighbors, town or city, but to a wider world, and the love and grace that goes with it... Imagine if instead of preaching doctrines and arguing against the tenets of each one, each one of us follow the command given to the apostle, and feed each other with our Lord's words and grace, both as His sheep, and the flock that--with the sacrifice of our time, talent energy and lives--nourish a sad, hungry and broken world (from one end to the other) with the love, the wisdom, the mercy, and the grace of our God?...

#HappyJune042023

Awash and bursting in love, by a God who is always within reach, a whisper and prayer away... Unfortunately in our time today, not many people can confidently say that they are blessed, loved and loved by our Creator... But surely, that faith is one which most of us need in order to give life, hope and light to a sad and darkened world... May we then always remember everyday, these words by our Savior; that in our own little ways, we may each do our part to be immersed in the love and presence of our God, and pour out a huge heaping of that love to others too...

#HappyJune032023

Community... As one who grew up in the lower rungs of society, there is none more important to survival and sanity than the support and help of family and friends... Probably because the poor have no wealth to depend on, good relations with those who are at hand and around can ensure that we all go through life whole and strong... And in a better world of perfect peace, this sense of community will reign over all Man-made structures, systems and organizations... For the world does not need bureaucracies, protocols, demagogues and fanatics to make it through wars and tragedies; but as exemplified and willed by our Creator, people who care, people who give more than what they have, people who go the extra mile...

#HappyJune022023

The green thumb... I know of one who always makes it a point that whatever she wants to plant, she lets the green thumb do it, while she just happily waters the plant everyday; saying that no matter how faithful she is in watering, if she herself planted or sowed, the plant dies... Strangely, the story today matches this recent exchange: no matter how we interpret or express our faith, only that which was founded on the works of our God and Savior will bear good and worthy, everlasting fruit... Even if we claim or profess it, if there is pride and malice, if induced by a desire for gain and fame, there is no genuine faithfulness, and such a life will be full of doubt and fear, anxiety and insecurity... And the Word today shows us Whose words to uphold: the eternal words of our Savior are our canons of faith, while those of the epistles are mere interpretations for the culture at that time, and which we would be remiss if we appropriate literally word-for-word in our time and generation today, because many of these have lost context... May we always remember and heed the words of our Green Thumb Gardener and True Vine, that our lives and spirits may thrive, bear fruit and last for all time...

#HappyJune012023

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(infertile alpha request) oh, sorry! Preferably Naruto, Death Note or Obey me

(Thank you so much for clarifying! I’ve done Naruto and Death Note 💓 Enjoy!)

Naruto – He is a bit sad when he hears the news. He definitely wanted to adopt at least one child, so he’s not sad about never having children, because he knows he still can easily, but he was kinda really looking forward to being pregnant. He wanted to know what it was like, all the things he’d seen other couples go through (ultrasounds, cravings, birth classes), and it’s a little startling to have that dream suddenly ripped away from him. He’s not comfortable with any other conception methods, so he adopts all his children. But, when he’s cuddled up with his three adopted children, he can’t believe he was ever upset about not having biological children, and the thought that having biological children would have stopped him adopting all of his current children makes him feel sick because he can’t imagine a life without all his precious pups. Where would they be if he didn’t adopt them? Naruto decides that it was better this way, in the end.

Sasuke canon – Sasuke is very conflicted, at first. He had been clinging onto this dream of reviving his clan since he was a child, but now the only person he could ever tolerate having sex with can’t give him that… He’s not getting a donor, no way. There are no orphans from his clan to adopt. He honestly doesn’t know what to do, there seems to be no good answer. In the end, I think he would decide to just never use birth control and see what happens. The chances may be extremely slim, but he’s not comfortable with any other conception method, so it’s this or nothing. It might actually be quite a good experience for Sasuke in the end, because he is finally forced to examine some of the goals he clung to as a child to keep himself from breaking down and see if they are something he ever actually wanted. He might think about what life would have been like with his own pup occasionally, but he’s never been as happy as he is with his alpha and that is more than good enough for him (but not good enough for the council who harass him about having as many children as possible, constantly.)

Sasuke non-massacre AU – He doesn’t think it’s a big deal tbh. He got himself sterilised while he was in his early twenties because he didn’t want to deal with the possibility of getting pregnant, and he had to fight his clan for it! So, he’s glad that you won’t have to do that same, but it’s easier for alphas anyway. If you’re in a relationship with him, then you obviously don’t want pups, so he doesn’t think much about it. He’s like “Oh, okay,” then ends the discussion.

Shikamaru – This might be a problem… His child will be the next clan leader and they have to be of his blood, as is clan tradition. He would probably have to go for a donor to get pregnant, probably some distant clan member he’s never met before, but he feels really weird about it. He doesn’t like it, but he bites his tongue for once and gets on with it. He keeps it a secret from most people. The other biological parent is a clan member, so he just lets people believe that Shikamaru’s Nara genes were super strong, and that’s why there’s none of his alpha in their pup. I don’t think he would ever tell his pup that they weren’t biologically the child of both of their parents, he doesn’t think it matters and he doesn’t want to cause drama or have to involve the other bio parent if his pup asks after them. It’s better left as a family secret.

Shino – His situation is similar to Shikamaru’s. His child will be the next clan leader and in order to have a kikaichu and be trained like his clanmates, they have to be biologically an Aburame. Shino is also not comfortable with other conception methods, but mainly because he’s terrified of his alpha rejecting the pup if they aren’t theirs or reacting badly if Shino is pregnant with someone else. Some alphas have a hard time with those instincts and can’t accept non-biological pups or get violent when their mate is carrying someone else’s offspring. Shino is pretty scared. He also is so humiliated during the invasive insemination procedure. In the end, he had nothing to worry about, as his alpha was the perfect parent to their pup, but for about a year, Shino is constantly stressed that everything is going to change suddenly, and his mate will snap and leave them or something. It’s a tough time for him.

Neji – He’s actually quite relieved. It makes him feel a lot less guilty for his own fertility problems. If you’re both sterile, he’s sad that you’re both lacking something you want, but it makes dealing with his own problems easier. There are many orphans in the clan, so you both adopt from that pool, and Neji couldn’t be happier and prouder of his children.

Kakashi – Thank fuck for that. He got sterilised when he was in ANBU, just in case he had any missions that involved seduction. Kakashi might make a joke about how you’re lucky that you got to avoid the hospital and still be sterile. He wishes lol. Anything that helps him remain childless is good in his book.

Iruka – He makes sure his mate isn’t upset, but Iruka himself is totally fine. He wouldn’t mind not having children at all, and if they both decided to have children, Iruka would want to adopt anyway. He thinks it makes so much more sense to adopt when there are so many pups who need loving homes. He does get a little sad if his mate is sad though, but only out of empathy, not because he himself is sad.

Itachi canon – It is very helpful for him. While Itachi has issues with his heat and his health, he doesn’t have many problems getting pregnant, he just can't carry to term. And birth control is hard as a missing nin, so he’s very glad that he doesn’t have to worry about it. (Miscarriages are not fun, and with a fertile mate he would certainly have suffered through a few). It’s better for him this way, his circumstances prevent him from having children anyway.

Itachi non-massacre AU – He’s devastated. He doesn’t blame his alpha at all, but he’s very upset. His clan will never let him adopt, if they're losing one of their best shinobi to stay at home and raise children, those children better be the new top shinobi, so they have to be his biological children. He using artificial insemination, and he uses the sperm of another Uchiha (one that he's not directly related to). The clan elders are overjoyed that Itachi's pups will be 100% Uchiha blood rather than mixed. But Itachi is very, very firm about making legal protections for his mate as their pups' parent. He doesn't want his clan to pull anything to try and exclude his alpha or claim that his mate doesn't have authority over their own child. He's very firm about those conditions.

Sai – Huh, well, he hadn’t given pups much thought tbh. He’s totally okay with not having children, he genuinely doesn’t care that much. He likes it just being his alpha and him, so why change it?

Gaara – He’s another one who is completely devastated when he hears the news, but he is very stoic about it on the outside because he wants to be a good support for his alpha who might be struggling. He really mourns being able to carry his alpha’s pups. He doesn’t want to adopt because he really wants to carry a pup and breastfeed and everything, but he’s also worried about his alpha feeling betrayed or excluded if he goes for a sperm donor. He’s desperate for his own children, two at least, so he wants to use a sperm donor.

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L – He nods and files it away in his brain with all the other information about his beloved, but he doesn’t file it as important. You have already agreed to not have children, so it doesn’t matter either way.

Light – Hmm, this is a problem for his plan. He needs someone to take over the perfect world he’s creating, and he was planning on it being the biological child of him and his mate. Well, it needs to be his child, but it doesn’t matter too much if it’s also his alpha’s biological child. Light isn’t comfortable with artificial insemination, but he’s down for seducing one of his fangirls/fanboys and using them. He wouldn’t tell them that the pup is theirs though because he doesn’t want to be tied down to someone he can’t stand. If they got too suspicious that his pup was theirs, they might find themselves the victims of a mysterious death.

Matsuda – He’s distraught for you and himself. He’s a very traditional person who wants traditional things, a couple of kids, a nice house, a dog, that kind of thing. He would want to try every possible method to conceive naturally, but after two years going back and forth between various fertility clinics, it’s clear that he’s not going to get what he wants. Matsuda goes back and forth between various other methods but eventually decides to adopt an infant. He never really stops hoping that he’ll magically become pregnant, but that doesn’t mean he loves his child any less, because he absolutely dotes on them.

#headcanons #a/b/o #omegaverse #death note #naruto #omega!l #omega!light #omega!matsuda #omega!naruto #omega!sasuke #omega!shikamaru #omega!shino #omega!kakashi #omega!neji #omega!iruka #omega!itachi #omega!gaara #asks #tw: infertility

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Something else I haven't seen before. What would the MC's parent from each background think of the ROs? Who would they approve of and who wouldn't they? I guess in the case of orphan MC, what would E's parents think? Since they kinda maybe vaguely adopted orphan MC?

Hmm, interesting! Since I did the opposite, I should have seen this one coming haha

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Storm's comments:

E: "Rose has had that expectation for some time. This is preferable to the alternative. I know you will be in good hands. Rose raised them well."

R: Your father doesn't mince his words, a clear disdain evident, "Valleford. See that you don't take after your father, or there will be less than pleasantries next time we meet."

L: "Scio. I assume your father...?" Storm's lips pull in a small frown as L gives a small nod of confirmation, "I understand if you cannot forgive me. Your father is a significant asset to the Hospian war effort. If I find him, I will kill him."

V: "You've seen enough at your age," Storm says quietly, looking into the hollow glint in V's eyes, "I'm sorry. Those were battles that should have ended with my generation, not yours."

P: Storm's brow furrows as he makes a cordial greeting, "I assume your father is well? He does not speak of his second child often, but you seem more spirited than the other. That will make the greater difference when it matters."

M: Storm's brow furrows as he makes a cordial greeting, though there's little sentimentality in his voice, "I assume your father is well? He expresses confidence in your upbringing, but I can't say I share the sentiment. You lack something fundamental. Something to drive you to achieve more than what's expected of you."

Ra: Storm's eyes lock onto Raven with a harsh intensity, "Your eyes are filled with blood and you conceal weapons. Tell me your intentions or I will kill you right now."

S: "I admit I am unfamiliar with Orden. The conflict never reached that country, but I understand there are many hardships there already," Storm says, looking the brightly grinning student up and down before his lips pull back in small contentment, "You come out better than most. You have impressive strength."

F: Storm holds a frown as he takes in the vivid green hair, "Many allowed Frenza to claim their distance due to their significant contribution to Triaina's independence, but it doesn't absolve you of everything," he says in warning, "Don't step over the boundaries you've been afforded, or the military will have no choice but to respond."

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Scurra's dialogue:

E: Scurra makes a grimace as he recognizes E, "Damnit, you've gone and done it now," he grumbles as he pulls out his wallet and hands a fold of bills to E, "Give that to your mom, will you? She's worse than a debt collector with bets..."

R: "Valleford! There's a name I haven't heard in a while. I knew they had a black sheep in the family, but I guess they couldn't take away the infamous good looks," Scurra chuckles, his eyes lightening reminiscently, "They've put me in a good bit of trouble on more than one occasion. I guess I should consider it a family curse now that MC is involved with you."

L: "Oh, I know those eyes," Scurra says wistfully, "Coming to find the world is a bigger place than you imagined, aren't you? It's even more expansive than that, too. I had that same look when I traveled overseas. I hope MC is being a good guide for you," he looks to you, and gives a knowing wink.

V: Scurra gives a meandering hum as he looks at V, "I've been all around, but I've only seen natural hair color like that a handful of times. They all had your same stare, too." He closes his eyes thoughtfully, "None as young as you though. I hope you're the last I have to see with those eyes. They're a bad omen."

P: "A fiery one, aren't you! Has no one ever told you not to say bad words in public?" Scurra laughs, "You should stop while you can. You're so transparent with your feelings that I almost mistook you for a window, so there's no point to pulling a tough act."

M: A small, genuine smile rises on Scurra's lips as he inspects M, "How interesting. You're so similar to your twin, but you're definitely the better actor. As I think about it, you remind me of MC's mother in many ways..."

Ra: "What are you doing here?" Scurra frowns, staring harshly at Raven. A silence passes and eventually he looks away, messaging his jaw, "Oops, guess I was mistaken. You looked a little like someone I know."

S: "You've got Orden written all over you, don't you?" Scurra says cheerily, "It's been a while since I've visited, but I have to say it gave me the most enjoyment. You all certainly know how to keep it lively."

F: "Your family has always been so hauty!" Scurra covers his mouth to suppress a chuckle, "But I think it would be a mistake to talk down to everyone you meet. I happen to be on great terms with your mother. If I took the opportunity, you two would have been siblings!"

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Xero's insight:

E: He smiles warmly to E, "It's good to see you again. I'm afraid there was little I could do for you: your mother has already found out about your relationship. I expect she'll make it as embarrassing for you as possible, if I know her well. I hope you're mentally prepared."

R: Xero studies R with a faint curiosity, "I'm afraid your father and I are on less than speaking terms due to some...past difficulties, but I understand you are more than simply your father's child. You may be villianized for your differing viewpoint, but aren't we all? I don't find it is so bad," Xero gives R a knowing small."

L: Xero's eyes widen upon seeing L, then falls into a soft smile, "To think history would repeat so aptly. To see you two now reminds me of my own school days," Xero closes his eyes and releases a light sigh, the smile still present, "I pray you'll also find the same happiness I did, and that it lasts longer."

V: Xero's grip tightens on an file in his hands as he sees V, his voice meticulous, "You are...Wolfe, correct? I'll admit the what I've heard and read of you is...less than appealing, but," he casts his gaze between you and the ex-Jagd member, a faint smile growing on his lips as V steps cautiously between you. "You seem to have a strong sense of duty. I hope you will be a good pillar for MC."

P: He looks disaprovingly, "In my field, words are paired with intention. To speak is to lay bare your thoughts. Why would you neglect your intent by forcing a negative connotation where it doesn't belong?"

M: He seems slightly more on edge than with P, "I don't believe I should offer my approval to someone unwilling to determine a focus. It's a testament to your negligence."

Ra: Xero crosses their arms, his face skeptical,"Marriage? Your lack of detailed forethought and hyperfixation gives me the impression of an unhealthy mind. As it stands now, I will refuse to give you my blessing."

S: "I'm afraid I'm ignorant to everything Orden related," Xero says sheepishly, "I am happy to learn all that I can, though. Perhaps you would like to bring your family at some point? I would be happy to host them here." Xero smiles warmly, clearly unknowing of the chaotic rabblerousing he's invited into his home.

F: "Ah, the royal line," Xero says in recognition of F, "Your own mother was a classmate of mine as well. To think one of her children would grow so closely with mine. Please give her my regards, would you? She has always kept herself closer than others, so I was happy when she took an interest in my friend. He's a lucky man."

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Mr. Razor's thoughts (if he was alive)

E: He bows his head gratefully, "Thank you for taking care of MC all this time. Your selflessness has saved me a lot of worry, and I doubt I'll have any more leaving them in your hands."

R: Razor's eyes bore a hole through R, "To defy your father was a considerable risk. And not knowing what the academy had planned for you, you still allowed yourself to be incarcerated for an indeterminate amount of time," Razor taps his fingers to his chin, a smile spreading over his lips, "I enjoy those that stick to their principles, but what say we work on your jailbreaking?"

L: "Your father's quite an important man. He's lucky I was never contracted to kill him," Razor says matter-of-factly. A chilling air of silence deafens the room until Razor holds up his palms, "Just kidding. I've never killed anyone. They all died mysteriously."

V: "How's Jagd doing?" Razor narrows his eyes keenly on V, "I'm surprised they were able to bounce back after what I did to them. I guess they filled the empty spaces with whoever was able...or moldable."

P: Razor smiles sadly, "It must be difficult to be given another person's expectations and do well with them. You're like a fish trying to climb a tree. But I enjoy how far up you've climbed despite that. Would you like a reward? I know, how about...your father's weakness?"

M: Razor seems disinterested, "You're not worth the words, Crater. You're nothing more than what your father made you to be: a simple shadow to live vicariously through."

Ra: Razor's eyes have an approving glint, "The one that slipped through the cracks. How very odd. MC's mother was quite odd too. It's an endearing quality, isn't it? Yes, I think you'll make a perfect companion for MC. You've already been looking over them all this time, haven't you?"

S: "Earnestness is one of the first qualities people tend to throw away when faced with hardship. It is impressive to see how you've progressed through your poverty and discrimination so aptly. Perhaps you have a hope that things will get better?" Razor's mouth spreads in a wicked smile, "I do enjoy seeing how people struggle for such a small glimmer of light. I think I'll offer my aid."

F: "Ah, it's always cute to see people play at royalty," Razor smiles at F's exasperated face, "Why do you seem so angry? Do you actually believe your position has meaning? I'll assure you it doesn't," Razor casts a darkening stare towards the royal, "To me, you're no harder to kill than a beggar on the street. The power you attempt to flaunt means nothing, because in the end it does nothing to elevate you beyond a simple street urchin."

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Thank ya for the ask!

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atlas heart || part 25

a/n : so sorry it took so long getting this update out !! i had a disgusting amount of work to do and i really was not doing anything else for a few days -- i really hope you like it!! pls lmk what you think about things now that jimin (and we) know everything! its gonna get,,,, i wanna say messy but messys not even enough to cover how messy its gonna get

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Jimin can’t remember the last time he’d closed his eyes for more than a few minutes. Time goes by so fast these days that he’s partially convinced he’s been falling asleep and not realizing it. The hours between class and dinner every day are spent in the library, his headphones shoved into his ears haphazardly while he tunnel visions onto what’s been in the back of his mind since the beginning of the year.

Those spare hours had turned into days and days into weeks -- weekends where he doesn’t even glance at his phone, unaware of the growing concern of his friends. It’s almost May now, the chill of early spring having melted away around him without him realizing. His schoolwork stopped being a priority ages ago, and he knows his grades are really taking the hit for it. He vaguely remembers Namjoon confronting him one night some time ago -- a week? Two weeks ago? -- but he can’t for the life of him recall the contents of that conversation. Something about hating to play the ‘prefect card’, but having no choice. He doesn’t even know if he’s still on the quidditch team. It doesn’t matter -- nothing matters when seeing everything with the perspective he’s got now.

Practically buried in scrolls and books, Jimin could care less about the time and the fact that he’s very obviously breaking curfew right now -- the library’s been empty for hours now, and the light outside the window has well past faded into pitch black darkness. He had to hide from Pince around 10pm, barely managing to catch the click of the librarian’s heels through the music blasting in his headphones to keep him concentrated -- it’s a miracle that she hadn't caught him, really. He’d never be able to focus properly back in his room, not when he’s this close to putting the pieces together.

It’s there, right there, everything scattered in his brain. He knows it’s sitting right in front of him, he can feel himself trying to hyperfocus on anything that can blatantly tell him what he needs to know. Flipping through the pages of a book with one hand and shuffling through scrolls with his other, he glances down at a scrap of paper with his own handwriting, chicken-scratch on a ripped up piece of parchment for him to refer back to every few minutes. There, in black ink, the words ‘vampire’ and ‘veela’ are written and then, later, crossed out. There’s one below it -- ‘maledictus’ -- that remains uncrossed and haunts his every thought.

For the better half of the week, he’d spent his nights scouring the bookshelves for any text he could find on blood malediction -- there isn’t much to show for his efforts. Too rare a condition to have any extensive research done, he could barely manage to put together a few measly scrolls and one book with less than a full chapter on the subject. Sighing heavily, Jimin leans back in his chair, rubbing at his temples while he reconsiders the information for what feels like the hundredth time.

It fits the fact that she has a blood condition… but it’s not right. There’s no mention of a potion or even of regularly experiencing sickness. Y/n is in the Hospital Wing like once a month. There wouldn’t be anything Pomfrey or Hoseok could do to help her if she was a maledictus…

He considers that maybe those things are part of blood malediction and that there just isn’t enough documentation for him to verify it. But there’s something nagging at him, telling him this isn’t right. He thinks back over everything he knows, trying to pull up the major details that could help him finally get some sleep. Ignoring the fact that he very well could doze off, even with his loud ass music, he lets his eyes close so he can think. It takes a few minutes, but eventually he’s sitting up in his seat, eyes wide as he recalls something said to him almost months ago, forgotten amidst everything else on his mind.

“What’s the deal with your roommate, Tae?”

“Who, Stephen?”

“No, not fuckin’ Stephen -- Jungkook!”

“Well, how the hell was I supposed to know?”

“Because Stephen doesn’t look at me like I’m the bane of his existence.”

“Yeah… I don’t know what you did to make Jeon Jungkook hate you, but it must have be serious--”

“Just tell me what you know about him, Tae.”

“I mean… nothing crazy, really -- an only child, comes from old money. Probably as old as the Malfoys or the Potters. His family’s the purest of purebloods. And always Gryffindors, just like the Malfoys are always Slytherins. It’s kind of nuts, having a family history like that.”

Jimin stumbles out of his chair, already making his way down the aisles of bookshelves, almost crazed with concentration.

Purest of purebloods -- there’s not a single pureblood family that isn’t documented in a registry… registry… regis-- aha!

Turning down an aisle designated for family registries dating back centuries, he scans the shelves at a lightening speed, finally coming to a halt in front of a tome titled Gryffindor Legacies. Hauling it from the shelf, he doesn’t even bother returning to his table, taking a seat right there on the floor.

Flipping straight to the back to search for the family name, he locates it easily and heads to appropriate page. Searching the family tree down generations, it takes him several pages of flipping through Jungkook’s ancestors’ lives to finally get to his parents. They’re the most recent entry -- new editions of the book are printed with each new generation, the original, handwritten copy belonging to the respective families. It’s an inefficient system for sure, but Jimin’s not exactly complaining when he’s the one benefiting directly.

Scanning the page, from the birth of his mother -- Jeon Eunha -- to her school days, from her marriage to his father all the way to Jungkook’s birth. Jimin expects the next part to follow the same structure of his mother’s story, recounting his childhood, but it diverges from that almost immediately with some extra lines that he almost feels don’t exist in the original copy at the Jeon family residence.

Not long after the birth of their first and only child, they were met with circumstances leading to the adoption and care of another, the recently orphaned infant girl, Y/n Y/l/n. In her days at Hogwarts, young Eunha had become friends with a female Ravenclaw student, who had a noticeably sickly pallor about her at all times. She was to become her closest lifelong friend. The same night in which Y/l/n was to give birth to her first child, she and her husband met an untimely fate in the form of a violent animal attack in the backyard of their own home. The Jeon family were the first to arrive at the premises, deciding immediately to take in the infant child and raise her alongside their own son. Not much else is known about the girl, only that she and the Jeon heir were to become inseparable.

Jimin stares down at the page, unblinking. There’s a lot of information to process, but the things that stand out most to him are the fact that Y/n’s mother was also apparently afflicted with the same illness as Y/n, and --

‘Violent animal attack’? I knew the car accident thing was bullshit, but… did her mom not even die in childbirth? Why would she not tell me… there’s nothing suspicious about an animal atta--

Almost like his brain has started to short-circuit after the long nights and lack of sleep, Jimin’s thoughts are gone instantly, replaced by the mental image of a book sitting not a even a few aisles away, on a table littered with all of the information he’d ever needed in the first place. He’s completely incapable of registering anything around him as he races back to his table, his mind flipping incomprehensibly between the information in front of him and all of the pieces of his memories, details that make too much sense in this moment to match anything but this one conclusion.

Most Muggles, however, will die from the extent of their injuries… all known instances of Muggle attacks have been portrayed in the media as ‘animal attacks’ so as to preserve the secrecy of the wizarding world…

Given the extent of the available research and data, collected almost entirely from male subjects afflicted with lycanthropy, not much is known about the hereditary components related to a female werewolf. Therefore, it is unknown if a pregnant female werewolf's transformations would affect the ability to carry the pregnancy to term…

Without any humans nearby to attack, or other animals to occupy it, the werewolf will attack itself out of frustration…

“My mom died in childbirth and my dad… just a… just a freak accident you know, no one’s fault or anything…”

Because werewolves only pose a danger to humans, companionship with animals whilst transformed has been known to make the experience more bearable as the werewolf has no-one to harm and will be less willing to harm themselves…

“You want to talk about forbidden, Jeon? Let’s talk about your illegal animagus status-”

The way one must imbibe it is very unique among potions, in that a goblet full of wolfsbane potion must be taken each day for a week preceding the full moon…

“…you know how long it takes me to make a full set of vials for you. I barely have enough to make it last 3 days…”

The monthly transformation of a werewolf is extremely painful if untreated and is usually preceded and succeeded by a few days of pallor and ill health…

“He was lowkey carrying her down the stairs… she looked kinda sick actually…”

Throwing scrolls behind him without care as he searches for the one with the final detail, he pulls his phone out when he finds it -- a book listing all of the recorded moon cycles for over a century. Jamming his thumb down on the icon that’ll take him to his search engine and typing with blind panic, he finds himself yanking out his headphones by the cord with one sharp tug when the answer flashes back at it him on the screen, and he realizes that almost all of the pieces are in place.

The quidditch match against Slytherin -- it was the night before a full moon.

“No, no… no, no, no, this can’t be right. This isn’t happening, this can’t be right, she can’t be--” Jimin remembers the text he’d sent to her almost 8 hours ago, sitting unanswered, and he moves without thinking. Slamming his hands down on either side of the moon cycle record, he flips frantically to the cycle for this current month, April of 1978. What he sees there has his heart dropping out of his chest.

“Next week? It’s next week? But that means she’d have to be feeling the effects of it this wee--” He’s cut off by the feeling of his phone buzzing in his pocket, and he reaches for it almost desperately. It’s Y/n, finally responding to his concerned texts with nothing more than a single line. His blood turns to ice when he reads it.

I’m fine, just feeling under the weather.

When Jimin bursts through the door of Dumbledore’s office just past 3am, the headmaster’s already seated at his desk, evidently waiting for him. He’s donning a light blue robe with a matching sleeping cap perched delicately on his head, suggesting to Jimin that he’d somehow woken up knowing he was soon to greet a guest. All of the panic invading Jimin’s body is masked just slightly by guilt, only now realizing how late it is and how intrusive he must seem in this moment.

“Mister Park, you certainly are out quite a bit past curfew, no?” Jimin stands in the doorway cradling all of the scrolls and books he’d been hoarding the last few weeks -- he can’t very well have left a huge pile of evidence back in the library. It would have taken no time at all for someone to look through it and see there were connections everywhere to lycanthropy, even if he himself had been blind to it for so long.

“... Park? Mister Park?” Jimin jumps, lifting his tired eyes to meet Dumbledore’s concerned ones. The man continues once he’s got Jimin’s attention. “Surely, you must need something from me, or you wouldn’t appear so…” He doesn’t finish his sentence. He doesn’t need to. Jimin’s aware of the state he’s in -- the dark rings under his eyes, his ruffled clothes and hair, the way he’s holding his books like he needs to protect them with his life. He looks unhinged. He feels unhinged.

Realizing he has absolutely no idea how to approach the subject of a potential werewolf at Hogwarts with the school’s very headmaster, Jimin decides to start by moving toward the chair in front of Dumbledore’s desk.

Maybe I just need to sit down and take a deep breath. That should help--

He doesn’t even make it two steps before one of the many books he’s holding crashes to the floor between them, falling open to the page he’d stuck a pencil in to save his spot. The moon cycle for April of 1978 stares back up at him, and when he flicks his gaze up to peer at Dumbledore, he sees the headmaster’s expression has hardened with caution.

“Professor--”

“Have a seat, Mister Park.” Jimin’s heart lodges in his throat at Dumbledore’s tone, never having heard such a sharp edge to the kind man’s voice. He moves to the chair, setting the obnoxious amount of research haphazardly in his lap. His eyes will only go so far as the top of Dumbledore’s desk, unable to bring himself to meet the man’s eyes.

“Sir, I… need to ask you something.” When he isn’t granted a response, he swallows hard, pushing forward. “If there were to be a student at Hogwarts with a… peculiarity of sorts… how would you go about dealing with that?”

“How would I deal with what, Mister Park?”

“That student.”

“I’m not quite sure I know what you mean.” Jimin lifts his eyes then, confused, but he’s met with a deliberately ignorant smile.

“Sir?” Dumbledore’s smile, albeit strained, only widens.

“I think you may be suffering from a lack of sleep, Mister Park. There are no students at Hogwarts with any peculiarities, as you call it.” Jimin stares suspiciously up at him, knowing Dumbledore can tell that Jimin doesn’t for a second believe that claim. Breaking eye contact, he glances down at his lap, trying to figure out how to keep this conversation going. Trying to figure out why he’s even here.

Jimin looks down at himself and the pile of incriminating evidence, cursing his idiocy when he realizes just how bad this situation must look. A student out of bed way past curfew, barging into the headmaster’s office holding weeks of research and making outrageous claims about a potentially dangerous student. And he’s a Ravenclaw no less.

Shit. He probably thought I was some nosy little fucker trying to expose her and get her expelled.

Knowing that he’s risking a lot by being straightforward, he takes a single deep breath and meets Dumbledore’s eyes, his own filled with determination.

“Sir, I know about Y/n Y/l/n, and I know you do, too. I need to know how to take care of her. I need to know how to help her. I need you to tell me what to do because, to be honest with you, I’m freaking out.” The way Dumbledore’s examining him as he speaks tells Jimin that he’s right, but more importantly, it tells Jimin that Dumbledore hadn’t been expecting him to want to help.

“That is a very serious accusation you’re making, Mister Park, especially in this political climate. Very serious.” Jimin doesn’t waver when he responds.

“I know, sir. That’s why you’re the only one I’ve made it to. Because I need your help. Because I know you can help.” Dumbledore narrows his eyes, peering at Jimin over the tops of his half-moon spectacles.

“Have you considered the fact that just you knowing this information at all has placed Miss Y/l/n in more danger than she’s already in?” As soon as the words leave Dumbledore’s mouth, Jimin’s heart is stopping in his chest. All the times that Hoseok and Jungkook had told him to mind his business come rushing back, and he feels himself becoming sick to his stomach. Of course it’s more dangerous for her now that he knows -- he’d been too selfish to even think it through, too nosy for his own good. He had done all this to try to understand her, to try to be a better friend who can help when she needs it, but it’s all bullshit. Everything he thought he had done for her sake had actually been for his. For him and his stupid curiosity.

Lifting his head as a thought comes to mind, Jimin doesn’t even think twice before speaking.

“Can you erase my memories?” The headmaster’s eyebrows fly to his hairline, his expression becoming amused as Jimin continues rambling. “Can’t you obliviate me or something? Wouldn’t that be the best way for me to help her? Wait… but do you have to erase everything I know about her -- will I still know her? Can you make sure I still know her? I really like her! I don’t like Hoseok or Jungkook very much -- they kind of scare me -- but I like her! I don’t want to forget her, but also if me knowing that she’s a werewolf is only going to cause her more trouble, then I really think you should make me forget--” Dumbledore lifts his hand calmly, effectively silencing a frantic Jimin.

“Have you always had such a one-track mind, Mister Park?” Jimin smiles weakly, offering a half-joking response.

“It’s my only redeeming Ravenclaw quality…” Dumbledore chuckles before scratching at his forehead with a heavy sigh.

“Unfortunately -- and I do truly mean that -- I cannot erase a student’s memories. So, you and I will need to continue this difficult conversation.” Jimin considers the man’s words, knowing that it really would be better for everyone if he had his mind wiped clean and hating that he’d unknowingly put Y/n even more in harm’s way. He looks up when Dumbledore sighs again.

“Mister Park, you do understand that you are strictly forbidden from informing anyone else of this situation, yes?” When Jimin nods immediately, opening his mouth to assure the man that he wouldn’t say a word, Dumbledore only shakes his head. “No, Mister Park, I’m not sure you really understand. This situation is infinitely more complicated than you could ever imagine, so it is absolutely imperative that you keep this information to yourself.” Jimin blinks, unsure what’s meant by ‘infinitely more complicated’, but he nods again.

“I’ve put her in enough danger just by being here, Sir -- I’m not breathing a word of this to anyone.” Dumbledore examines him a moment longer, essentially staring into Jimin’s soul to gauge his trustworthiness. Eventually he nods, leaning back in his chair.

“What advice would you like me to give you, Mister Park?” Jimin stays silent, thinking hard about any way that he can make Y/n’s life easier, especially after all the trouble he’s caused up to now. His mind flashes back to the conversation he’d overheard in the library. He opens his mouth slowly, choosing his words with care.

“Sir… how does a student that isn’t even taking Potions know how to brew the wolfsbane potion? Isn’t it nearly impossible?” Jimin sees Dumbledore’s eyes flicker with recognition, and the headmaster responds cautiously.

“…If that student isn’t taking any kind of Potions course at all, they’d need to already be an expert from having dedicated all their studies to the art of potionmaking. They would also need an immense amount of private mentoring, even if they are taking Potions. We do not teach the wolfsbane potion in the curriculum. As I’m sure you can imagine, it wouldn’t fare well in these times…” Jimin squints, putting the pieces together quickly in his mind.

“And where would a student like that find this kind of… private mentoring?” The headmaster hums at Jimin’s question, peering down at him with knowing eyes.

“Well, Mister Park, if you wish to receive mentoring on much… safer forms of potionmaking, I’m sure Professor Slughorn would be happy to help you. However, if you are asking me about Mister Jung Hoseok of Slytherin House, and if you are wondering just how he became capable of caring for Miss Y/l/n at the young age of 13, well… you’re looking at his mentor.”

When Jimin leaves Dumbledore’s office almost an hour later, he feels like his head is going to explode. The nights of sleeplessness seem to also have come rushing back to him at once, and he’s not sure if he’s going to collapse first from the exhaustion or from the weight of everything he knows now. For a moment, he considers that maybe he really should ask someone to erase his memories -- Jungkook or Hoseok, perhaps.

Yeah, I’m sure they’d absolutely love to do me that favor.

Dragging his feet as he trudges down the corridor in the direction of Ravenclaw tower, Jimin stops short at a window when movement down by the Black Lake catches his eye. Almost as if thinking about them has caused them to materialize before him, Jimin watches the silhouette of Jung Hoseok stroll casually down by the shoreline, followed not long after by Jeon Jungkook racing toward him, a body perched precariously on his back. It’s not hard to see that Y/n’s clinging weakly to him as he runs, her arms wrapped around his shoulders as he keeps his hands hooked under her knees. Jimin can see that she’s got a gown on from the Hospital Wing, and it’s obvious that Jungkook and Hoseok have snuck her out from under Madam Pomfrey’s stern supervision.

They head for the Forbidden Forest, Y/n reaching back for Hoseok when Jungkook passes him. She beckons him forward, and Jimin watches as the three of them disappear together into the trees. He sighs deeply when he can no longer see them, muttering to himself under his breath as he makes his way to his room, overcome with extreme guilt at the entire situation.

“You’ve really gone and done it now, you fucking idiot.”

#bts au #bts smau #bts social media au #bts hogwarts au #park jimin #jimin x reader

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ask-artsy-oncie · 3 years

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Man I was waiting to spill this out in a video essay but my life won’t allow for that atm so I think I’ll just get some thoughts out here

I think anyone who ignores the found family aspects of Talespin are missing an extremely beautiful and valuable theme within the show - and a massive reason why I like the show so much. I’m not a cop - gods, no - like, y’alls can watch and interpret shit every which way you see fit, but what I’m saying is that you’re really missing out.

The characters of Kit and Baloo are massively benefitted by this theme. Their respective arcs in Plunder & Lightning revolve around the fact that they both, at the start of the show, believed that their lives were meant to be spent in solitude. They reveled in not needing anyone but themselves. This is especially significant for Kit, who was likely abandoned, regardless, orphaned, and was planning on making a life for himself at the age of 12. I think it’s partly why (the other part being that this is an episodic TV show and arcs have to happen pretty quickly) he ends up taking to having a family so quickly, because he fucking needs one. He isn’t an adult like Baloo, and he isn’t ready to be on his own. It really sucks that a major turning point in his arc, Home Is Where The Heart Is, ended up getting cut. It was the moment where Kit finally started expressing a desire for having a family (in the comic adaptation, he even cries during this scene). Kit beginning to see H4H as his family is what makes his sacrifice for their safety so significant, and Baloo beginning to see Kit as family is what makes his stubborn, painful, return to where he was at the beginning of his arc so significant.

And obviously it doesn’t stop there - for Baloo, especially, who ended up taking more time to warm up to Rebecca and Molly, the themes continue throughout the show. Obviously its easier for him to take to Molly because he seems to naturally like kids, but if Stormy Weather was meant to point out that Baloo is still getting used to being a father, in general, Flight of the Snow Duck was Baloo having to realize that raising an adolescent and raising a small child are two very different things (as there are aspects of Molly that are absent from Kit, largely due to age in this episode, as opposed to personality, that Baloo has to learn to recognize and respect). I feel like it’s also worth mentioning that Baloo went from not wanting Molly in his life if Kit wasn’t there, too, in P&L, to being the first one to react to her kidnapping in Molly Coddled (I’m aware it was framed that way to set up a gag, but I love the gag for this reason).

As for his relationship with Rebecca, it’s important to remember that these two being in a romantic relationship of sorts isn’t something shippers just made up (and shipping doesn’t have to be canon-compliant so don’t let any of the following stop you), it was how series creator Jymn Magon intended for their relationship to be interpreted. The reason they never blatantly get together is because they needed time to develop (and it’s just. SO fun and lovely watching their respect and care for one another blossom through snark and sass and gentle moments), and Magon didn’t want to create a pre-relationship and established-relationship series divide. And it’s this fact that leads me to believe that all of the found-family themes are intentional, not accidental or otherwise a by-product.

And, because he’s my favorite character, I really do have a lot to say about how it relates to Kit’s character arc. I wish we ended up seeing a little more of Kit confronting his complicated feelings towards family, but what is often seen as the big kicker, Stormy Weather, combined with P&L, other episodes like It Came From Beneath the Sea Duck, Save the Tiger, a brief moment in A Baloo Switcheroo, and the comic The Long Flight Home, all work together to form a really touching arc.

Kit started out alone, tried to find a place among pirates, ditched the pirates and decided to live alone, stumbled into H4H with plans to leave someday, decided he didn’t want to leave and that these people were worth making sacrifices to protect (P&L), realized that he wanted these people to like and respect him just as much as he liked and respected them (ICFBtSD), struggled with properly recognizing Baloo and Becky as authority figures but ultimately came to terms with the fact that he would eventually have to accept it (SW), ended up expressing a strong desire to keep the family together when Baloo finally had enough money to take the Sea Duck and leave H4H (StT), and by the late series, gave Becky enough authoritative allowance to ground him (which is a big deal when one considers just how abrasive to authority figures he is) (ABS).

That’s just in the show - The Long Flight Home, while only a supplemental piece of media, is just. GODS I need to talk about how much I love this for a sec. Kit runs away from home when he thinks the man who runs the local orphanage is looking for him. There’s a beautiful panel during the running-away process where Kit comments how hard it is to pack everything because he’s never owned so many things before (Baloo and Becky out here providing for him ♡♡♡♡). Molly casually throws everything out of his luggage and stows away behind his back because of course she does. Throughout the entire comic she insists that Kit is her brother, and even introduces herself as his sister, even though Kit is currently struggling to acknowledge H4H as his family (he’s trying to run away from them, after all. It would only hurt more to consider them family at a time like that. I say this because there’s a panel where they essentially show this thought process happening). She stows away because she doesn’t want him to leave, and does everything she can to make sure that, when he backtracks to return her to H4H, that he stays with her. She’s just. She’s so beautifully stubborn in this comic (in the entire series, tbh, but I just love it so much, here). There’s an acknowledgement that even though Kit had adults in his life that he was fond of, there was no one actually taking care of him or acting as a family with him until he found H4H. In the climax of the story Kit refers to H4H as his home while he’s hugging Molly close to him. Emaculate.

I think what I’m getting at is that Kit’s arc is that of an orphan boy who was convinced he was going to spend his life alone and never need anyone but himself, suddenly finding out that he not only needs but actually wants a family, and that, in fact, he’s decently family-oriented at that. It’s such a beautiful thing to me and a major reason why I love the character so much.

So yeah like. Ofc you can choose to ignore all this and interpret this show however the fuck you want, but Boy Howdy are you missing one lovely fucker of a side to this show if you choose not to see H4H as a found family.

#Talespin #not the kind of post I was planning on making today but I just feel this way too strongly #I've been having so many dreams about Kit and Molly lately #they own my heart.#Bear Siblings My Beloveds ♡♡♡♡♡#Kit Cloudkicker #Baloo von Bruinwald #Baloo Cunningham #Molly Cunningham #Talespin was a show with a lot of unspoken truths and unfortunately due to the state of media analysis it has lead to some discourse #which I am here to jump the fuck in on #I also think there's a lot of hesitation to acknowledge Kit's ties to the Cunninghams #(I mean fuck tho he originally was supposed to be Becky's biological son)#and that's another reason why it sucks that Home is Where the Heart Is was cut #because literally it showed that Becky being such a caring mother was what convinced Kit he wanted a family #that's important!!!!!!#Baloo is his dad Becky's his mom Molly's his sister and Wildcat's his uncle #that's just how it be

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vannahfanfics · 3 years

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Hi! Can you please do an alphabet for Soo-won? Thank you! ☺

Thank you for your Ko-fi donation! 🥰 It means so much, and it was put to great use with all the studying I had to do 🥴 Now, onto your fluff alphabet!

Fluff Alphabet: Soo-Won

A- Activities: How do they spend their time with their s/o?

Soo-won is very busy attending to his kingly duties, so unfortunately, his time is limited. Still, he knows how important it is to show his s/o attention. When the pressure gets too much, he often invites his s/o for a walk around the palace garden. He loves meandering through the plants, holding hands with his darling as they discussing their day. It is a brief moment of respite in all his responsibilities, which he greatly adores.

Most of the time Soo-Won spends with his s/o is at night. He will often slip into their bower--if his s/o isn’t already waiting at his-- for some much-needed cuddles. It is about as unguarded as Soo-won gets, lying in the arms of his lover as the weight of the world and his illness bears down on him. He just needs the silent comfort of his s/o holding him to their chest and caressing his long hair.

B- Body: What does this character appreciate about their s/o? What part of their body are they most proud of, and in reverse, what body part are they ashamed of and how do they respond to their s/o gushing over it?

Soo-won loves his partner’s hands. He loves holding them, breathing on them to warm them up if they’re cold, kissing their palms and knuckles and fingertips. He also loves it when his partner is caressing him, especially his hair.

As far as Soo-Won goes, he really doesn’t think too much about his body, either negatively or positively. He’s got so much else on his mind than to worry about physical self-esteem. He will get a little coy, though, if his s/o compliments any part of him. It’s not something he’s used to, and very soon it will become his favorite part of him simply because his s/o loves it so much.

C- Cuddles: Is this character a cuddler? What is their favorite way to cuddle?

As previously mentioned, Soo-Won definitely seeks out cuddles at the end of his hard days toiling away in bureaucracy. His favorite way to cuddle is pressing his face into his s/o’s belly or chest while they run their fingers through his hair; it’s an easy way for him to relax and doze.

D- Dreams: How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Sadly, Soo-Won knows his days are numbered, so he tries not to think about a future with his s/o because he knows the odds of them spending any significant amount of time together are slim. Sometimes, however, he’ll fantasize about an ideal world. He dreams about bringing Kouka Kingdom to its glory and then handing off the throne so he can retire with his s/o in their ancestral land. He wouldn’t have any children, because he doesn’t want to pass on the Crimson Illness, but he would adopt orphans, several of them. Living in peace among nature, far away from the toils or royal life--in an ideal world, that’s what he would want.

E- Equivalence: Is this character the dominant force in the relationship, are they passive, or is the relationship more or less even?

Soo-Won isn’t a very domineering force, not in relationships, at least. He is very much content to let his s/o call many of the shots; he appreciates someone who is capable. He very much views relationships as a partnership that requires equal work, but many times due to his royal responsibilities, his s/o ends up taking on more of running their relationship.

F- Fights: How does this character respond to arguments with their s/o? What would they fight about, and who would cave and apologize first?

Soo-Won can remain very level-headed in arguments. Oftentimes, it isn’t even really a fight. The only thing he and his s/o would probably fight about is if Soo-Won has been paying less attention to them lately. Soo-Won would instantly admit to that and spend a lot of energy making up for that fact. He hates his s/o feeling neglected, and knows full well that he can get too absorbed in his goals sometimes and end up pushing them away. He is more than willing to apologize for that because it is his fault.

G- Gratitude: How does this character show their s/o that they are grateful?

Though he has little time, Soo-Won definitely tries to do little things to let his s/o know that he’s thinking of them and grateful for sticking with him. He’ll have flowers delivered to their room with little love notes, or plan surprise lunches or dinners in the garden for them. Sometimes he’ll just take the day off, despite his council’s misforgivings, and spirit his s/o away into town to just walk around. He will definitely buy them some pretty little trinket while they’re out perusing.

H- Honeymoon: If this character had a honeymoon with their s/o, where would they go?

If he had to choose a place to go honeymoon, it would probably be the land of the Water Tribe. There are lots of pretty natural settings where they could spend a few days away from the triflings of royal life, lounging about. Of course, Soo-Won knows that he can’t run away from the throne for days on end, but it is nice to dream about sometimes.

I- Insecurity: What is this character insecure about? How do they deal with their insecurities with their s/o?

Soo-Won worries that he won’t be able to achieve his goals before the Crimson Illness claims him. It is inevitable that his s/o discovers it, and once they do, they are the only person he opens up to about how much it weighs on him and how afraid he is that he will fail in his endeavor.

J- Jealousy: Is this character the jealous type? How do they deal with being jealous?

Soo-Won is not the jealous type at all. He doesn’t have time to worry about it, firstly, and he has the utmost faith in his s/o. He knows that they love him and have no intentions of bothering with anyone else. Besides, if anyone ventures too near to his beloved, all it takes is a pointed look from Joo-Doh to send them packing...

K- Kiss: What does the character want their first kiss to be like with their s/o? How does it end up happening?

Soo-Won doesn’t think too hard about planning the first kiss. When the mood strikes him, he just gently tips up their chin and kisses them softly. It’s exceptionally romantic and will definitely catch his s/o by surprise!

L- Love Confession: How does this character first profess their love to their s/o?

Similar to their first kiss, Soo-Won doesn’t excessively plan out his confession to his beloved. He just blurts it out, probably while he’s just gazing at his s/o while they ramble on about their day or some other trivial topic. Just captivated how cute and wonderful they are, he just can’t help but say what’s on his mind.

M- Marriage: How does this character view marriage? What is their ideal wedding like?

For a long time, Soo-Won views marriage as just a political tool and doesn’t really anticipate marrying. However, after being with his s/o, he doesn’t mind the idea of a permanent union (even if it may be cut short by his illness). He knows that it can be important to others, and if his s/o greatly desires a marriage, who is he to refuse? He wouldn’t want a grand royal wedding, however. He’d actually like to get married in secret, under the moonlight in the palace gardens with only a priest to know. They’ll exchange vows, rings, and a kiss under the stars. He doesn’t need the world to know how deep in love they are, just the two of them.

N- Nicknames: What does this character like to call their s/o?

Soo-Won isn’t really a pet name person, but when he gets into an especially affectionate mood, he may call his s/o things like “darling” or “my love.” He tries not to call his s/o pet names in front of others to keep a poised appearance, but when they are alone, these tender terms come out more.

O- On Cloud Nine: What is this character like when they’re in love? Is it obvious to others, or are they good at hiding it?

Soo-Won has to be good at hiding that he’s in love, because royal life can be dangerous and he would hate for someone to use that against him or his s/o. However, there are very subtle signs, like lingering gazes or soft smiles in his s/o’s direction and a hint of protectiveness. It takes a trained eye to know that Soo-Won has feelings for someone.

P- PDA: Does this character like PDA? If so, what kinds of things do they do in public to show off their s/o?

Again, Soo-Won must be careful what he does with his s/o in public. He doesn’t really do PDA; he prefers to do such things behind closed doors. However, that isn’t to say that he doesn’t like to show off his s/o. Anytime he can, he loves to show them off in meetings or other public relations events, hanging on their arm and showering them in praise and affection. These are rare moments he can be more open about his s/o, and he treasures those moments.

Q- Quirks: What random traits or quirks does this character have that positively affect the relationship?

Soo-Won is very smart, so he can read his s/o like a book. He knows when they’re upset or hiding something, which allows him to work things out with his s/o quickly when something is wrong. This also gives him a trained eye to know when his s/o wants something, so it is very often that he turns up with a surprise gift...

R- Romance: Is this character a hopeless romantic, or a bit on the low-key side? Are they cliché when it comes to romantic gestures, or can they get a little bit creative?

Soo-Won is a bit on the lowkey side, but only out of necessity. He tries to perform many little gestures for his s/o since he can’t risk grand displays of affection. Still, he does what he can to keep his s/o appreciated and happy.

S- Secrets: Are there any secrets they hide from their s/o? If so, how do they deal with it when those secrets finally come out?

Naturally, the Crimson Illness is kept a secret from Soo-Won’s s/o for as long as possible. Of course, it is inevitable that they learn of it, witnessing one of his fits. There’s no use hiding it, so Soo-Won tells them, though this now makes them as much a prisoner as everyone else who knows. Of course, if his s/o truly loves him, they are willing to work just as hard to find a cure for his condition and protect his secret.

T- Thrill: Does this character prefer routine in their relationship, or do they like to shake things up every once in a while?

Soo-Won uses his relationship to break the hum-drum of royal life, so there is a lot of spontaneity. He likes to surprise his s/o with gifts or outings; their delighted smile is like fuel for him, energizing him for the tasks at hand when he inevitably has to return to them.

U- Understanding: Is this character level-headed and empathetic toward their partner, or do they sometimes have trouble figuring them out, which leads to some butting heads?

Again, Soo-Won is very observant, so many times he is very able to read his partner and thus empathize with them. Every once in awhile, exhaustion will cloud his judgment and he will have some difficulty doing so. Sometimes his s/o will have to be patient with him, but it won’t lead to butting heads because Soo-Won will be quite honest with his s/o about the fact that he’s weary.

V- Value: How does this character value their relationship with their s/o? How does it hold in comparison to their goals, ambitions, etc.?

Soo-Won’s s/o is very important to him, but they do come second to his desires to bring Kouka Kingdom to glory. He has devoted his life to that endeavor, and though he does love his s/o very much, he is willing to make sacrifices to ensure he does what he set out to do. Everything else, though, does come second to his s/o.

W- Wild Card: Any random fluff headcanon that does not fall within the other categories!

Soo-Won loves massages. It relieves the chronic pain associated with tensing up during his episodes. He loves when his s/o relieves the tension in his muscles while they’re cuddling, gently working out the kinks and knots while whispering sweet nothings to him.

X- XOXO: How does this character show affection?

Soo-Won is mostly a “quality time” and “gifts” person when showing his affection. He values quality time the most since he is so busy, so any spare moment he has is spent with his s/o. When he can’t spend time with them, he is sure to leave little gifts to let his s/o know that he is still thinking of them even though he is busier than normal.

Y- Yearning: How does this character deal with time apart with their s/o?

Soo-Won deals quite well with being apart with his s/o. Again, his royal duties take precedence. However, extended time away from them will aggravate him, and he will get testy with his council. Eventually his mood will sour so much that they’ll force him to go spend time with his s/o because they’re tired of dealing with him! His mood instantly takes a one-eighty as soon as he sees his s/o, and he will melt in their arms and eat up all the cuddles he’s been deprived of.

Z- Zeal: Is this character willing to great lengths for their relationship? If so, how far, and how long does it take to get to this point?

Though his s/o must come second to his kingly duties, that’s not to say that his s/o isn’t important to him. He does not take threat to his beloved lightly, at all. He is very much willing to start a war over a slight to his s/o. It does take him a little while to reach this point, but once he’s in love, he is going to protect his partner no matter what.

#yona of the dawn #akayona #akatsuni no yona #soo-won #akayona headcanons #soowon #fluff alphabet

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Unlike Alina, I think Mal's masochism could stand Zoya being more powerful than him as a Grisha, and an equal fighter to him. Mostly, it's because she never knew him as that timid little orphan boy unlike Alina. I think Zoya wasn't only attracted to his boyish good looks, but also his boldness when he tried to steal her food. It was enough for her risk sleeping with him. She didn't seem worried about anyone finding out, especially Aleksander (Her General & FWBs). Mal also clearly wanted her too.

Yeah I think Zoya and M*l match each other alot better than M*lina do. I think they both have that kind of bravado that covers a more vulnerable side underneath. I also think they are both very much seen as fighters but also they both are praised as being talented. Zoya is considered one of the more powerful squallers within the second army and is part of Aleks' inner circle. M*l is also considered to be the best tracker in the first army so I think they can both relate to each other through that whereas Alina isn't really considered talented at all and never really got praised for anything until she becomes the sun summoner and meets Aleks. I mean even when she is the sun summoner she faces alot of criticism from Ivan and from Baghra who both tell her she isn't doing enough, she also struggles with summoning and isn't overly skilled at combat training either which I think breeds some resentment or jealousy, I suppose you could call it, towards those who seem to pick skills up quickly like Zoya and M*l. The only person who really does give her praise and encouragement is Aleks.

As you said as well though I think another reason why M*l is realistically more suited to Zoya is because Zoya never knew him as that vulnerable young boy who hid from fights and needed protecting. They don't have that same trauma bond that M*lina have and they don't have that same dependency so I think overall their relationship would be a healthier one. I also think it helps that M*l has only ever seen Zoya as the strong, powerful grisha woman so he has an easier time accepting that she is more powerful than him. Whereas with Alina he has seen her as the weak, sickly orphan girl and for a very long time had a sense of obligation to protect her like she did with him when they were children. I think seeing Alina now as someone who is stronger than him and accepting that she doesn't really need his protection is harder for him because that makes him feel useless in their relationship now as her protector was a role he had become comfortable in and now that has changed.

I also do think that both Zoya and M*l are attracted to each other and have chemistry. I find it kind of ironic that all the things I think M*l finds attractive about Zoya, the fact that she is powerful, that she is bold and fiery and a strong ambitious woman are things that Alina to some degree possesses but that cause problems for M*lina in the books later in their relationship. It's interesting to me that the very things that make Zoya and M*l work are what make M*lina not work and I really do think this is largely because M*l doesn't really see Alina for who she really is but has become accustomed to seeing her as that sickly girl he grew up with.

#anti malina #mal x zoya #answered #darklina

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justemmagracethings · 3 years

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headcanon // How did Mello join the mafia?

This is long, ok ya it's really long. But, well thought out and makes a lot of sense for that confusing 4.5 years. Also, it is not absolutely depressing like some other theories about how he got into the mafia!

!!!!!READ BELOW!!!!

CONTEXT: this post mentions Machiavelli, basically he believed that you should do anything it takes to get what you want if you believe your cause is just. He wrote about this in his book The Prince written in 1532.

tw // murder, praying, Catholicism

Well after learning of L’s death, as we know Mello runs away from Wammy's house orphanage in Winchester England to live his own life, and 4 1/2 years later he turns up as a mafia Godfather living in LA. Mello tells you that it’s a complicated story but how he wound up where he is now:

helping in the LA BB murder case he did a lot of fieldwork as instructed by L

he even meets Rod Ross while gathering info from gangs about the bb murders (L and Naomi speculated the murders could be related to gang activity due to them all occurring in active gang territory)

Mello uses infiltration to gain their trust and Mello says that he is an abused child who is as seeking refuge from his household and offers to do some minor jobs for the mafia (all non violent of course most of them being basically being a little bitch for the mafia and just washing their motorcycles and shoes and stuff) and they let him hang around unknowing that Mello was essentially an undercover cop but they suspected nothing because they would never imagine the LAPD putting a little kid in that situation (but let’s be real knowing L if that’s what it took to get info he would do it)

Mello manages to impress Rod with his intelligence, fiery temper, and go-getter attitude especially his intense belief in the phrase “ends always justify means” and rod actually doesn’t mind having him around but Rod doesn’t think much of it once Mello leaves to go back to Wammy's house after the murder case’s conclusion, Rod assumes that Mello had run away from the LA area or maybe died

Mello never forgot the sense of tribe the mafia had a feeling of belong he remembered thinking how unstoppable they could be only if they were to be my all complete goons all they needed was someone with some brains and with their money and resources and manpower they would be invincible

however Mello continues his life at Wammy's house and continues his sights on beating near and surpassing L

however, his plans changed when L died

right after Mello stormed out of rogers office Mello takes as many things as he can fit in his bag and sets off on his own

he realizes that he will live by his favorite philosophy The Prince from now on indefinitely, the ends justify the means, it’s better to be feared than loved, and revenge is the strongest motivator to success

he believes his off the charts intelligence will make him useful to the mafia and he can rise to the top there and finally be the best, he makes it his ride or die goal: get to LA. and he has a plan

Mello goes to an English convent to live as a orphan receiving seminary training where he allows people to call him Mihael

he learns all about faith something that he would come to hold dear to him the rest of his life hence the various catholic motifs he wears and decorates his hideouts with and the nuns instill in him humility in the form of wearing black plain clothes with no embellishments other than a few ecclesiastical motifs similar to that he used to wear at Wammy's house which brought back painful memories but regardless it would form a habit he would continue in for the rest of his life in some way

he continued wearing all black every day even after he left but he learned to appreciate fashion in this time and rebelled against this rule after he left the convent commonly wearing flamboyant clothes like feather jackets, leather, fingerless gloves, and chunky belts they also didn’t allow him flavorful food or sweets which he would rebel against constantly always having a candy bar in hand in an act of permanent rebellion

since he is an older child (14-15) the convent has his him do some chore jobs while also doing seminary school Mello is embarrassed to say that he took advantage of that to steal everything he possibly could he stole silver forks, knives, and spoons from the kitchen, he stole from the offer boxes between mass, he even managed to steal a golden candelabra he stashed the cash and pawned off all the items for money he remembered what machiavelli said “the ends always justify the means” if he could make enough money to make it to LA he could catch Kira and avenge L’s death that was what God wanted him to do and if he had to steal from the convent a bit to do that God would forgive him

he made enough money to support himself a little while on his own and fly to LA by the time he was 15 but he thought that maybe he could atone for some sins by at the very least graduating from seminary. he had done so much damage in the name of “ends justifying means” maybe if he could prove himself to be a true vessel of christ he wouldn’t be damned

he booked his flight and he was leaving that night it was also the day he graduated from seminary school as the star pupil he was awarded golden cufflinks, a platinum ecclesiastical ring, and a handcrafted sterling silver beaded rosary embellished with a few red beads leading down to an engraved cross, it was the most beautiful thing anyone had ever given him

upon receiving his graduation awards he was overwhelmed with regret all he ever wanted was to be loved and accepted and the best and he found it the convent thought he was the best pupil they ever had hence the expensive gifts and wanted nothing more than for him to be their leader their priest and he was going to fly across the world into the unknown hoping a few criminals were still alive and not incarcerated and maybe remembered him well enough to let him into their gang

after becoming beacon of christ brother Mihael did he really want to go back to being lonely orphan Mello? maybe Mello had died after all that time and he should just go on as brother Miahel and become a priest like everyone at the convent expected and invested so much in him to do

Mello fell onto his knees praying to his Virgin Mary tapestry and he felt something telling him “go”

promptly with tears in his eyes he got to his feet and rolled up his tapestry and grabbed the same bag he took from Wammy's house not taking a single article of clothing other than what he was wearing with him

he quietly started the fireplace and burned every belonging he had his sheets, clothes, papers, books, anything that would be a reminder of him ever being there

Mello looked at the bare bed and walls with everyone in the convent asleep he could escape without anyone ever knowing brother Mihael ever existed, well except his graduation gifts ‘i can’t take one more valuable item from this place’ he thought

reluctantly he grabbed his rosary putting it around his neck saying to himself softly “I’ll never forget this place and who I could have become” he thought of L and how L always declared he represented good in the world ‘i will represent righteousness just like L’ he thought

leaving home for the second time Mello watched the image of the convent dissipate into the darkness as he walked away never to see it again

with nothing but the clothes on his back, a tapestry, and the rosary Mello went on to the next phase of his plan

he boarded his flight and made his way across the sea on his way to America, LA, his destiny

Mello touched down in LA and immediately the hot California heat washed over him, it was nothing like the cool and cloudy weather of England

his first step was to go back to the streets of echo park where he remembered rod’s goons frequenting

he was starting to lose hope after 2 nights of walking the streets until dawn scared to fall asleep exposed clutching his rosary be prayed he would find them

after 3 days of sleeplessness and seeking fate smiled upon him, he heard a familiar rev of motorcycle engines and a low growling voice ‘Rod’ he thought

he approached the men on the motorcycles hoping they would remember him only to be met with cackling and they began to move away impulsive and panicked Mello yelled “THE ENDS! THE ENDS ALWAYS JUSTIFY MEANS!!”

Rod stopped in his tracks and turned around looking Mello in his Cerulean blue eyes “Mel-Mello? What the hell you’re alive?”

Mello said finally “I’m here again because i have no where else to go. you were able to make use of me all those years ago. i promise i can be useful again.”

next thing Mello knew he was doing drug runs and lookout for cops during hits on other mobs

then came the thing that changed everything for Mello the mob all sat around the couches of their base screaming about how to get a mob boss that opposed them

“KIRA CAN'T EVEN GET HIM HOW THE HELL ARE WE SUPPOSED TO?!?” the men hollered now was Mello’s chance the moment he had been waiting for

Mello laid out his plan with everyone listening in awe “let’s do it“ rod said at last to Mello’s lack of surprise his plan worked out exactly as he wanted ‘too easy’ he thought

finally, the time came for the gang to promote him from errand boy to member his job was to show his commitment to the gang and execute the man his plan apprehended he saw the man bound to a chair Mello heard the haunting choir of the convent in his ears and the sound of the nuns reading the 10 commandments their voice echoed on “thou shall not commit murder”

suddenly Mello swung his blade silencing the voices in his head and making a gushing noise on impact

shaking and panting Mello turned away from all other mafia members tears filled his eyes at what he had done

suddenly his face hardened to a grimace and his blue eyes turned snakelike as he bent over to grab the decapitated head from the ground by the hair turning around to hold it up facing the other men to which they whooped and hollered in his head Mello thought ‘forgive me father. the ends shall justify the means’

after that initiation when Mello was just older than 16 Mello convinced himself that he was dead inside and was imperious to human empathy his once glowing blue eyes became icy holes and his mouth furrowed to a permanent scowl frequently reaching into his pocket to pull out a candy bar biting off a piece with a chuckle and a loud snap

while he didn’t have to get his hands dirty again after that his plans continued to claim lives establishing him as a Godfather of the mafia

he had his goons, he had resources, he was the best, he was accepted, and he seemed to belong, he had everything he ever wanted right?

he reached into his bag that had brought him from his parents apartment, to Wammy's house, to the convent, to the mafia and pulled out his Virgin Mary poster plastering it against the wall, phase 3 of his plan had begun

clutching his rosary he said “Now all i have to do is catch Kira. I'll avenge L and beat Near by any means necessary, and the ends always justify the means.”

#mello #mihael keehl #mello headcanons #death note headcanons

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moony-marvuders · 4 years

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monster [ professor!lupin x hufflepuff!reader]

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y/n l/n, a spectacularly odd, and scared witch, with gifted abilities, is now orphaned upon the murder of her Mother and Father, and has come to live with her Godfather, Rubeus Hagrid. Despite her lack of knowledge, and never being properly trained, Dumbledore feels as though she has a right to be taught, just the same as anyone else/

pairing : professor! lupin x hufflepuff!reader

warnings: age gap, trauma, Orphaned Reader, female pronouns, insinuation of death and violence, student/teacher relationship.

- Reader is written as 18 in the timeline, and isn’t underage, there for there’s no reason to get dramatic about the pairing. There is also no insinuation of s*xual relations (only romantic) as I myself am asexual, and that would be taking this type of pairing a bit too far. Secondly, timeline is a little confusing, the reader is infact taking year 3 classes, and you will find out why as you read forward. Anyway, if you don’t enjoy, the content, simply ignore it.

( And if you would like a second part, request. request. request.)

The sky begins to darken above as you and Hagrid walked back to the castle grounds from Hogsmeade Village. The air cooling around you, with a whisk of the autumn wind. Your Godfather, leading you through the castle grounds, and around the lake, to where your new home would be. It’s painfully quiet, as the students wouldn’t arrive until tomorrow, not something that neither of you particularly enjoy. The sound of silence.

“ Yer new home is right around ere” He points as you approach to a painfully small hut. It’s made of old stone, it looks warned down, almost ancient, as if it was going to fall apart. You’re surprised at the sight, it looking from the outside to be too small for a man of your Godfathers size. Though this was Hogwarts, anything was seemingly possible. “It’s lovely.” You halfly lie, only thankful to have a home to call your own, after everything that’s happened, you still had somewhere to go, only some dream to have just as much, if not less than that.

It had been years since you had been on these grounds and seen your Godfather. Years since you were meant to go to Hogwarts, and fulfill your magical destiny, but everything had been ruined. Your family gone, your childhood taken away, along with most of your happiest memories.

He opens the wooden door, revealing a cozy home within. You know you had been here before, long ago, but the memory was gone, any recollection of it belongs to the overwhelming sadness deep within you, the memories of what happened to your parents holding a tight grip around your heart. You stood still within the doorway as Hagrid, walked inside. He turned back around, halting the haunting thoughts.

“ Are yeh comin’ in? Yer lettin’ in a draft!” And with that, your new life began.

“ So I’m going to be the first there?” You questioned, gathering all you needed, to stay at the dorms. Despite having Hagrid’s to live at, he and Dumbledore suggested it would be useful to stay within a dorm, to gather the real experience of Hogwarts. But you thought it to be a way around telling anybody you were in fact Hagrid’s God Daughter, perhaps they didn’t want anybody thinking oddly of you.

“ Yeh, but it won’t be long before there ere” You sighed, walking among the front doors.

Only time could tell when they would be here, and when you would have to be sorted. Flashbacks to your Father and Mother crossed your mind, the two of them being an odd pair of lovers at that, considering the houses they had been sorted into.

Your Mother was a cunning Slytherin, filled with power and a strive for greatness, though despite her temperament, she was the nicest woman some had ever met, she was unnaturally kind for such a reputation, but only to those whom she really could trust, one of the people being your Father. Your Father was just as filled with power as she, only he was more selfless, more brave. A Gryffindor in his truest right. Despite their differences, and the wedge between them of Pureblood and Muggleborn magic, they seemed to defy all odds when together. Truly a mystery.

The great hall was huge, candles floating amongst the numerous house tables, all filled with empty cutlery and plates. Your Father had spoken of this moment numerous of times, what it would look like, how it would happen. But now that you were here, the spark of what once was hope and magic was washed out, dimming the more you thought of it. You couldn’t picture your Father’s smile anymore when thinking of him talking with so much joy, only flashes of horrendous memories, that of a wooded forest, and blood, lots of blood, pooling around your feet.

You felt a firm hand on your back, causing you to jump to turn around, greeted with the familiar face of Dumbledore, whom had been the person to bring you here, from your parents home. You smiled, warmly at the wise and kind man in front of you, “Excited?” He asked, as the other Professors walked along the middle, going to grab their respective seats before the sorting ceremony and feast. “ Excited, but more nervous if anything Headmaster. “ You chew on the inside of your cheek. You would probably be the only Seventh year to be sorted, the only Seventh year to not be in any of the same classes as the rest of your year. It was all so humiliating, and yet you still had some hope, an ounce of faith and true gratitude that you were even aloud among the school.

“ Nothing to be scared of dear y/n. This is the right place for you.” You couldn’t help to hold your trust within his voice, as you watched him give you another warm smile, before heading to the front table, joining the rest of the staff.

You stood at the back of the room, awaiting for the first years to arrive last. Not wanting to walk with them, too scared you’d be judged and ridiculed for being the oldest to be sorted. Your parents had bravery, so much of it to spare, and yet you didn’t feel an ounce of bravery, perhaps ever. You weren’t brave now, and you weren’t brave when they had been killed. Perhaps the sorting hat wouldn’t know what to do with you and they would have to throw you out, you thought. You weren’t brave or cunning like your Mother and Father, nor smart like a Ravenclaw. Perhaps a Hufflepuff, but you weren’t overjoyed with happiness, always smiling at everybody either. You felt like you were nothing. The girl who had to sit there, and watch the two people she loved the most die, and just let them, out of fear. Why had you been accepted into Hogwarts if you were simply;

nothing.

As everybody settled in to The Great Hall, Dumbledore stood above everyone within the room. Describing how the Sorting Hat would work, and that when You had been sorted, to go to your assigned table.

“ Now!” He spoke loudly, “ Before we begin with the first years. We have a certain Seventh Year who needs sorting! y/n y/l/n?!” He called out for you, eyes across the hall, looking for whom he must be talking to. He called again and before you could process it fully, you began walking up to the front, and through the crowd of new students.

You sat down with hesitation within the chair, eyes closed as you did so, too scared to look into the eyes of your peers. The hat was lowered upon your head gently. It began to speak to you, as if it had been a person, knowing every little detail within your head.

“ Interesting, very interesting. You’re a bit confusing aye? Your Mother was a Slytherin, correct? Your Father though.,,.he was a Gryffindor? What an odd pairing.. hmmm... But you... you don’t have these qualities- you’re different. A bit odd, not quite academic, but knowledge lies within your heart. There’s something strong about you- You’re loyal, patient, un-judgemental- you seek no power, only a sense of justice, and of love.. Yes I see it now... HUFFLEPUFF!!!”

In that moment you couldn’t help but wear a small smile, and open your eyes, watching as the Hufflepuff table greated you with graceful, happy cheers.

After the sorting, and after everyone had sat within their respective seats, Dumbledore rose once again to the front, before the feast was to begin.

“Welcome! Welcome to another year at Hogwarts. Now, I'd like to say a few words... before we all become too befuddled by our excellent feast. First, I'm pleased to welcome Professor R.J. Lupin....who's kindly consented to fill the post... of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Good luck, Professor.”

A Professor stood to his feet humbly, barely standing straight, almost being overwhelmed with the clapping the was brought by the mentioning of him. You couldn’t help but to notice, the long scars amongst his face, some of them quite fresh, some scarred so deep, that they would never leave. You couldn’t help but think to yourself whom had hurt him, or specifically what. If he knew anything about The Dark Arts, he must have encountered dangerous things quite often.

He softly bowed, his hands clasped together, before sitting back down within his seat. Your eyes rarely left where he had sat, still pondering within thought.

( I hope you enjoyed this first part of this fic! If there’s anything specific you want to see, or perhaps any ideas for this, I’m always open to criticism and creative help! Also request anything you would like within my inbox, I adore requests.)

#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin imagine #remus x reader #remus john lupin #remus lupin #professor lupin #harry potter imagine #harry potter x reader #harry potter imagines #hogwarts #moony x reader

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fandom-blackhole · 3 years

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Oh my! I feel so welcomed in here! I feel like we are heaving a big brain time moment. I can't find any point you made that I don't like!

Social worker!reader is brilliant. I was thinking about something similar! Like counselor or therapist. Scratch that tho, your idea works better for all 3 buckets!

Are we getting too cliché?

Din and you trying to figure out the best solution to help the poor kiddo in difficult situation (omg, human!Grogu, possible adoption???). You both going for walks with little Grogu and Razor Crest (omg this breed is gorge!). Din giving Grogu piggyback rides(modern jetpack?). You discovering that Din became a kindergarten teacher because he always wanted to have a big family but unfortunately lost his parents and was brought up by Auntie Armorer.

Boba surprising you with his gentle side. It's like this total opposites,ying and yang.Cold and stoic crime lord which is even feared by police, carrying about orphaned children?

Little did you know that this grumpy man could relate so much to growing up without parents. (other hot take, Boba donating to researchers helping infertile people = like maybe his father was struggling for a long time before Boba was conceived, I don't know I Wanted to connect Kamimo arc somehow with this au)

And Paz oh Paz! Our beloved sunshine. One day when you were having a dinner at Paz's he mustered the courage to come to you. He wanted to get to know more about this charming customer. He offers you a free, special dessert and you politely say no because you have some problems with your body image and Paz, being sweetest thing he is immediately takes up the challenge to help you with your mental struggle by showing you that you can love both food and your body in a healthy way. Also I think he would be into really eco friendly lifestyle too! Especially after seeing horrors of war, and how people on the other side of the globe struggle with things we take for granted. (bonus, you waking up looking for Paz to find him petting your hen, thanking her for the eggs omg).

Sorry for the terrible grammar but I'm brain dead after work - 🐣

Omfg you just keep making this better and better, and E V E R Y O N E is welcome here. Also bad grammar and misspellings are my fucking life lol....

Omg Grogu is TOTALLY the kid in that the social worker!reader is in charge of and she is taking care of all of the adoption stuff and just making sure Din is the right person for little Grogu

So that means she comes and checks in on him at odd times, and just sees how much Grogu loves Din

Auntie Armorer?!?!? Omg YES, thats also how Din and Paz know eachother. Paz's parents were also killed so the Armorer also takes him in so they are pretty much brothers

You don't find that out until you, Din, and Grogu visit Paz's and you just see Grogu run towards the kitchen only to be picked up by Paz immediately

Then Paz and Din shake hands and you just laugh that two parts of your life that you love are connected

Omg YEESS, Boba totally donates to the Kamino Project, the leading organization trying to help infertility and gestational issues

Boba also really respects you for the job that you do, and has made comments about helping with things if you ever need something thats less legal

Paz, oh Paz my sweet loving boy....

He totally is like, you don't like how you look? why, you are gorgeous!!!

And you better hope to God that he doesn't find out your favorite foods because this man W I L L suprise you with them one day when you walk into the restaurant and he just has your regular table covered in those foods

And he's just sitting there watching the door waiting for you

AND he is sooooo conscious of the environment, everything in his restaurant is biodegradable or recyclable, he even collects rain water and filters it using that instead of tap water

He also had the roof covered with solar panels

OMG I JUST THOUGHT OF SOMETHING!!!!

Din invites Paz to his classroom every month to teach that kids about recycling and do projects with recycled items

One day you visit the classroom to check on Grogu, and you find Paz hunched over with a table of little kids teaching them how to make starter plants for gardens out of egg cartoons

He just looks up and smiles at you, and Din just waves you over to talk as the kids and Paz continue

(Paz thanking the animals and plants for everything they give to him and his table just has me melting 🥺)

(Send me THOTS!!!)

#🐣 anon #modern au #din djarin x reader #din x reader #boba fett x reader #boba x reader #paz vizsla x reader #paz x reader

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ithoughtthiswastwitterbutfr · 3 years

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WandaVision Episode 8 spoilers

Ok I heard this episode is sad so I’m prepared to cry and ruin my eyeliner.

I’m just emotionally preparing myself rq before I start I’m assuming a lots gonna go down cause the second episode is the finale.

I’m still not ready 2 minutes later lmao wait.

Okay hmm the title is called Previously On so we’re going back in time to her childhood based on the summary.

I think we’re gonna get more insight on her and Visions relationship and how it formed and hopefully get to see her relationship with her brother I’m starting now.

Ugh my TV is glitching

Okay we’re starting out in witch trials so it’s Agathas backstory the lady staring at her looks familiar. Oh it’s her mom

Her powers are blue here she’s into dark magic and the book in her basement is the stolen book from Doctor Strange im assuming she began learning dark magic from it l.

As they started to drain her. Her powers became blue and she starting to drain them back. I’m assuming the witches shared power and it was blue and now that it’s dark magic it’s purple.

Wow she killed her whole coven my draining them of their life and magic. Then she took her mother’s amulet so that’s the amulet she’s always wearing from the comics is.

She admitted her thoughts weren’t available and she was never under control.

Her accent is back because she’s angry because of her children being missing.

She possessed the fake Pietro from another universe she didn’t say he was from another universe she just said she couldn’t get to his body so she had to do possession instead of necromancy.

She picked up the fly now she’s chanting in Latin

She’s mind controlling and talking about how thousands of people can be under your control and all interact with each other with complex storylines which makes me think she wants Wanda power because she’s jealous she can do everything like transformation and mind control without having to study all the spells

“Magic on autopilot,” Dhe wants to know how she did this and she wouldn’t tell her and now she’s manipulating her with her own loneliness. She took a piece of her hair so now she has her DNA

Real reruns aka memories so she can look into them to see how she did it.

Her kids are crying out for in the basement so she’s gonna go with Agatha to save them I honestly don’t think the cries were her own.

OHHH MY GOD

All the movies her parents were going to sell were the decades and movies she did projected.

When Wanda walked into the memory she turned into her younger self,

The Dick Van Dick show is in the TV shape of the one Darcy used on the first episode so we know where she got her inspo for that one.

Everything outside makes me think this is the scene where her parents die.

The Stark bomb just hit and she’s looking around and can’t find her family yeah the Stark industry label is in front of her and she’s reverted back to Sokovian because she’s young and not the best at English yet I’m assuming.

The TV I’d still on and playing the show “At the end of the episode you realize it was all a bad dream,” I’m not sure why she said that part in English maybe because she’s referring to the show and movie nights are for English?

Agatha is asking if she used a probability hex to stop the bomb because Wanda reached her hand out towards it and that’s how she uses her powers.

Maybe Agatha is hinting towards Wanda being a natural born witch?

“So what I see here a baby witch obsessed with sitcoms and years of therapy ahead of her. Doesn’t explain your recent hijinks,”

Wanda used her powers subconsciously there and she’s probably using her powers subconsciously to keep Westview running and she used them subconsciously to get it started.

“The only way forward is back,”

She’s referring to Wanda not wanting to go back to Hydra I haven’t seen the scene yet but I’m assuming it’s because the testing was painful and because she now knows who hydra is and what it stands for.

“Don’t be scared you already lived it once,”

They have Loki’s sceptor of course im assuming they got it from SHIELD since they are SHIELD.

She didn’t have to touch the sample it just came to her on its own further proving she’s a witch but I don’t think she knows she moved it,

She touched the tesseract making the mine stone she then absorbed all its energy and passed out.

In isolation she’s watching another sitcom I just can’t figure out which it is.

I’m sure the episode on the TV is important “she hasn’t got any feeling,” maybe it’s about the Westview citizens or maybe it’s about vision being a doll or like a puppet and the brother is like “she hasn’t got any feelings” just like when Pietro or Fietro called Vision a popsicle an inanimate object

“So little orphan Wanda got up close and personal with an infinity stone that amplified what otherwise would’ve died on the vine. The broken pieces of you are adding up buttercup I have a theory but I need more,” This is probably talking about how if you don’t use your powers or learn to control them you stop having them but the infinity stone just made the powers she already had stronger. The name Scarlett Witch is starting to make sense now.

Another door another memory that I’d her watching Malcom in the middle.

She said the Avengers compound was the first home she had ever shared with Vision and with her family and country gone she felt alone so I’m assuming she’s with Vision cause he cured her loneliness.

Vision walking through the walls again she asking him to watch the sitcom with her. The sitcoms are important to her and she’s sharing them with him.

“So it is funny because of the grievous injury that man just suffered?” Vision

“No he’s not really injured,” Wanda

“How Can you be sure?”

“It’s not that kind of show,”

I think this is sort of related to the fact that nothing bad ever happens in Westview permanently like in Malcolm in the middle where the roof structure fell on the dad sure he got hurt but it wasn’t a detrimental injury.

He wants to comfort to her “The only thing that would bring me comfort is seeing him again,” Wanda about Pietro she felt the same with Vision hence why Westview is happening and why he’s back.

“I’m so tired, It’s just like this wave washing over me again and again it knocks me down and when I try stand up it just comes for me again and I can’t- it’s just gonna drown me,” How she explains her grief and depression we’re getting a glismpe of how she copes with death in her actual reality.

Vision says he’s always been alone he never experienced loss because he never had a loved one to lose.

“What is grief if not love preserving,” Okay damn Vision getting all deep.

Aww they just had a moment and now he’s laughing over the show how sweet. The awkward smile they did at eachother. How cute

Vision was dead and she wanted him back now we get to see how she stole Visions body back from her perspective.

All the news on the TV playing might not be revelant but it’s related to tamiles being reunited after the blip. So this is very shortly after the blip and some people might be right thinking it was almost directly after Tony’s funeral.

“He deserves a funeral at least I deserve it,”

They’re letting her take him probably to be able to paint her as a villain which is why Hayward cut out the first part of the footage.

She’s being shown him take apart and sawed she’s in pain seeing him practically dying again. Hayward called vision a weapon and Wanda is saying he’s not a weapon because he wasn’t and he didn’t want to be a weapon Hayward is hiding his true intentions of bringing him back to be his own weapon

“I just want to bury him. That’s all I want,”

She said she can’t do that she truly believes she can’t.

He won’t let her take $3 billion of vibranium to put in the ground she just wanted him to have a proper burial but Hayward provoked her and set her off.

She can’t feel him. A nod to how Vision said “I only feel you,” When he asked Wanda to kill him there is nothing left. She hot in the car and went to Westview she left and when she left she didn’t have Visions body.

She’s pulled up to place where she planned to grow old in with Vision and it’s been demolished this is the scene where she breaks down crying over it. And when she grieved she lets it get the best of her which is how she put the house back together without realizing she was doing it. Then that spread over the whole town and she is projected her own version of Vision. But I’m unsure if this is really Vision or not because then she’d be way more powerful than I ever believe to be able to create people own her own.

Oh wow she’s showing all the lights and it’s like she’s own set so she’s back to where Agatha had this all set up and she was the audience.

Agatha is choking the twins “I know what you are. You have no idea how dangerous you are. You’re supposed to be a myth. A being capable of spontaneous creation. and here you are using it to make breakfast for dinner.” Maybe Wanda was a prophecy before hand and she just never learned how powerful she really was and now Agatha is trying to feed off her powers I’m assuming she’s going to try to get Wanda to push her powers into her so she can drain her.

“Let go of my children,” Wanda with her accent coming back.

“Oh, yes your children and Vision and this whole little life you’ve made, this is Chaos magic Wanda. That makes you the Scarlett Witch,” Ugh yes one of those moments where they say a name of the movie or a character that’s basically it’s own movie I love it.

I’m gonna research Chaos magic and then I’ll reblog this again after I research some other things too.

End credits time. “Team is ready for launch,” They’re going to use Wanda own power to attack her using Visions actual corpse. He’s been brought back as the one thing he didn’t want to be. A weapon. I’m not sure who that was who powered it up but was it Monica’s contact?

Also doesn’t Agatha have Monica now if she was possessing Fietro? I have a lot of questions that I can’t get out right now

#wandavision theories #wandavisionedit #wandavision spoilers #WandaVision #wanda maximoff #vision #billy and tommy #billy maximoff #tommy maximoff #pietro maximoff #agatha harkness #director hayward #monica rambeau #Scarlett witch

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