#she was raised that way ‚ i was raised that way. I'm assuming we both sorta internalized that from our parents but i made

[cinna-bunnie]

hey younger ppl who grew up with strict parents, i want to share something really lovely with you that i didn't really learn myself until this year.

you do NOT have to clean ur house when u have guests over. like yeah pickup anything particularly embarrassing but have you not felt more welcomed, happy and cozy when you visited a friend's home and saw Stuff everywhere? is it not more inviting to enter a home that looks and feels very Lived In? do you not feel self-conscious about contributing to any sort of mess in a home so clean and organized it feels sterile?

Don't feel the need to keep this weird facade ingrained into us that your place needs to look perfect in order for you to hang out - just invite people over! Let them see what you're about, let the Environmental Storytelling™ do some work! i promise you it's very charming being able To See what you do and enjoy.

it took way longer than it should've for me to accept this and it's been GREAT. i don't dread the deep cleaning that having a guest used to entail because nowhere near that amount of work is necessary to hang out anymore - and I think everyone deserves to know that they don't have to work so dang hard for something that's really so so simple.

[cordeliawhohung]

Whoa whoa whoa, why did you have to make mafiaunderboss!Simon sound so hot 😩😩??

Can we see what it looks like when Price’s wifey brings a friend around, and she’s nothing but heart eyes for him and vice versa? I honestly just love this au

mafiaunderboss!Simon has my whole fucking heart i have so many ideas for him it's not even funny. and you know what's even better than price's wife bringing a friend around??? being that friend she brings around..... (we truly are out here living our best y/n lives)

also, i've created a mafia!141 masterlist here <3 because i don't think i'm getting out of this phase anytime soon.

warnings: mafia!underboss!Simon x shy-ish!fem!reader, reader doesn't know simon's in a mafia lmao, sorta sexual tension, short-ish drabble

When your friend invited you over to a family dinner, you weren't sure if you should go or not. Family events always seemed more like a private and cut off thing, not something a friend should attend, and you were terrified about intruding. But when she insisted that her husband wouldn't mind, and how she would love it if you were able to meet the others, you begrudgingly accepted.

You arrived right on time wearing a cute little outfit that you hoped would keep you cool enough so that you weren't sweating all throughout dinner. Once you were led into the dining room of your friends home, you very quickly realized that this was not the type of family dinner you had expected. At first, you had thought of extended family, some brothers and sisters, maybe nieces and nephews. Instead, you saw your friend's husband, John, at the head of the table, along with three other men, none of whom looked related.

After a few quick introductions, you took your seat in between your friend and a kind, boisterous man with a mohawk who the others called Soap. Once dinner was served, conversation erupted throughout the table, and while you found yourself actively listening, you didn't add a whole lot to the conversation. Instead, you were perfectly content glancing around the table, watching the men around you curse and joke with one another.

However, there was one man who caught your eyes more than anyone else. The others called him Riley, and he was almost too large to fit comfortably in the small, wooden dining chair. You swore you heard his knees knock against the table a few times. The simple black t-shirt he wore perfectly displayed the sleeve of tattoos on his arm, and you found yourself enchanted by the way the sinewy muscles of his forearm flexed as he raised his glass to his lips. It seemed impossible to tear your eyes away from him, until you realized his dark and alluring eyes had caught you. You quickly averted your gaze just in time to miss the smirk that pulled at his lips.

Dessert was served in what you assumed was the entertainment room. There was a dartboard shoved up against the wall and a billiards table towards the side of the room, both of which looked very loved with years worth of holes and scratches. While you and your friend indulged in the mouthwatering tiramisu she had made, the boys started up a game of pool, where they played long enough for John to get either too bored or too fed up with the others. They tried to get your friend to play so that they could continue playing doubles, but she quickly declined.

"What about you?" Kyle spoke up.

It took you a moment to realize that he was speaking to you. All three men had their eyes on you, including Riley. Swallowing, you shook your head as you set your dishware on the side table next to you.

"Oh, I don't really know how to play," you excused.

"That's alright," Soap said as he tapped his pool cue on the floor. "Riley's a good teacher."

Before you knew it you were standing next to the table alongside the others, your own cue in hand. It didn't take long to realize just how better at the game they were than you as they made shot after shot, and when your turn rolled around, you swallowed hard, not exactly excited to make a fool of yourself.

Still, you conjured as much confidence as you could as you leaned over the table, trying to line the stick up with the cue ball. Yet no matter how hard you tried to steady your hands, you couldn't quite get stable enough to make a good shot.

"Here," Riley spoke up as he leaned his stick against the table.

The warmth of him engulfed you as you found your back pressed against his chest. It took everything in you not to boil alive under his touch as he moved your guiding hand into position in order to strike efficiently. His hand engulfed yours as he helped you hold onto the stick, and you attempted to ignore the way his breath fanned across your ear as he spoke.

"Steady, yeah? Strike right here in the center, angle a bit to the left," he guided.

Eventually his hands slid off of yours so you could make the shot, but your brain was too overwhelmed to fully focus. Yet you tried anyway, striking the ball just like he told you and barely pocketing one of the stripes. A quick round of whoops escaped the boys as they congratulated you on your shot, despite the fact you were on the other team. Riley went for a more tame reaction, and he rested his hand on your shoulder and gave it a tight squeeze.

"Nice shot."

Heat rose in your face at his touch, and you tried to swallow the warmth back into your stomach as you tapped your cue against the tip of your shoe. "All thanks to you, Riley."

For a moment, he was silent as he leaned over the table for his turn where thick fingers guided his cue along the table. Pudgy skin and muscles forced his shirt to tighten along his shoulders, and you stood there speechless as he hit his shot. He easily pocketed yet another ball before he straightened back up and turned his attention to you. His dark eyes, the ones that had been sneaking glances at you all night long, gave you a quick once over before he tilted his head slightly.

"It's just Simon to you, sweetheart."

i am fucking feral for this man. also, unrelated but mafia simon has a dick piercing <3

[apupp3tw0-strings]

The Crazy Part

Date: October 12th, 2131

Okay so wasn't able to finish telling what happened yesterday before I had to go to bed, but I barely got into what made yesterday so intense.

Usually when its time for CK and I to leave Castle Town and head home, we say goodbye to Spamton and Jevil and leave with Kris, while I assumed those two also went home (apparently not, unless you can call a garbage bin a house...). Today however, Spamton asked to come with us. Kris questioned him, mentioning that he'd turn into an item in the Light World. After that Spamton started begging, saying it was terrible whenever we left (at the time I thought like "oh, terrible like how you don't want to stop hanging out at your cousin's house" now I know that's not the case. Even if I didn't know Spamton was homeless and living on the street, can you tell how guilty I feel?) Kris mentioned something about if it was so bad, Spamton should've stayed in the inventory, to which it reacted even worse to. At this point Kris brought up the whole Darkners-becoming-items-in-the-Light-World thing before eventually deciding to show Spamton what would happen "the hard way". Yeeeeeeah, Kris isn't... the nicest? To these two specifically? Particularly Spamton but Kris doesn't like Jevil either. With Jevil though, he doesn't seem to mind, instead joking and ribbing Kris back.

Anyways, with both Spamton and Jevil in Kris's pockets (don't ask me how that works I don't know) we headed back home. Upon exiting the closet though, something... unexpected happened. Like I mentioned, Darkners are supposed to become items when entering the Light World. Spamton is actually a spam-email while Jevil is a joker card. The thing is, when we tumbled out of the closet and into the Light World. Spamton and Jevil... didn't. They didn't become items and remained Darkners. Kris is still confused and frustrated by this.

And that's when Papa and Auntie Toriel caught us.

After that there was... a lot. Papa said one of the words I'm not allowed to repeat and Auntie Tori fainted at least 3 times. Plus seemed like she was gonna faint the whole time we were all talking in the classroom. So um, yeah. Now our parents know about the Dark World. (Apparently Aunt Tori's been to a Dark World before because Kris opened one in their house sometime during their adventure, but she thought it was all a dream.)

Also after learning the state Spamton and Jevil are in (ie living on the streets, plus not mentally stable) Papa declared it was our duty to help them. He explained it to Dadaton as "rehabilitating them until they can get back on their feet". Aunt Toriel was initially hesitant and apprehensive, but eventually reluctantly agreed (mostly since Kris said they could watch and help out with Jevil as long as it was just him, to which Toriel said they weren't getting out of this doing any less.)

So long story short, Spamton's staying with us now! Which at first was exciting but then we quickly realized was gonna be... chaotic... He might've sorta, kinda,, accidentally blown up the living room with one of those blue eggs (which are apparently called "Pipis"), its okay though! We sorted it out and cleaned it up. I even helped Spamton write an apology letter to my dad! Er, well, made it write one because it was also a little inappropriate towards Dadaton and we were trying to convince him to not just throw Spamton out of the streets again. (Jeez Louise, this man's social skills are even worse than mine..)

Even if I've only known Spamton for a bit, he's already definitely proved to be... interesting to say the least. And raised a lot of concerning flags. If he wasn't always a puppet, what happened to him? Whats with the abrupt screaming of burning and Spamton's strange fascination with the sun? To the point of staring directly at it and the sky as soon as we were outside? Who exactly is this "strange someone" and why are they driving Darkners to madness? Do they relate to the strange man from my dreams? What's up with the Dark Worlds? Why do they exist and will CK and I encounter anymore apart from Castle Town? Who are the other "secret bosses"? Can we really help any of them?

There's so many questions, and the more answers I get, the more questions seem to pop up. Its both exciting and a little scary but in like the fun thrill seeking way. I feel regardless of what happens, this is gonna be the start of an exciting new chapter and I think it'd be a crime for me not to record what happens. Even if its mostly just for me to sort out my thoughts.

Call it... a sort or expirament, if you will? In darkness and seeing how much any of us can help these guys.

... On second thought, expirament's a bad word. Call it an adventure instead.

[peaceteaa11]

Love Luna

Read part one here and part two here

Pairing: Eddie Munson x OC Byers

Rating: Clean, close quarters, straddling (fully clothed and not too sexual) get your minds outta the gutter 😏

Warnings: Cursing. Blood? sorta. Straddling ;-;

Summary: Eddie is hurt because he took a lamp to the head, Luna helps clean him up. Eddie tells Luna things she doesn't want to hear or accept. Jonathan is a protective older brother. Boundaries are seemingly set. (I highly doubt Luna will follow said boundaries)

A/N: Sorry this one took so long. I started writing another story and fell in love with that one. But here is part three of Love Luna. It is kinda short but it's here. The story is really gonna start kicking off now. So yay. Hope you enjoy! Also go check out my other story "My Rockstar". By now you should know that I only proofread once and then post so, so it's not perfect but I promise it's not like unreadable. MASTERLIST COMING OUT LATER TODAY! (cause a bitch has no life and be writing too much fanfic)

***I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE RIGHTS TO THE STRANGER THINGS CHARACTERS IN THIS FIC. I ONLY OWN OCS I HAVE CREATED SUCH AS LUNA BYERS.***

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"Eddie?" I question as the knife in my hand points at the boy on my floor. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" I shout at him and he chuckles. Eddie brings the tips of his fingers to his bloody forehead.

"Currently?" He smirks up at me before pulling his fingers away from his face and showing me. "Well, currently I'm bleeding out on the floor of what I assume is your bedroom." He looks around and smiles. "Cute sheets." He laughs pointing to my pink floral sheets. I feel a warm blush come over my cheeks as I stand there speechless. "Are you gonna keep standing there pointing a dirty knife at me or are you gonna get me a bandaid because I'm about to bleed all over your floor." Eddie laughs again but a wince sneaks its way in as he stands up. It's then I realize that a piece of glass from the lightbulb in my lamp is stuck in the palm of his hand.

"Oh my god... I... Holy shit! YOU HAVE GLASS IN YOUR HAND!" I toss the knife on my bed and rush over to Eddie who is standing in front of my window. I grab his hand and he winces under my touch.

"Ah. Mmm' well you did throw a lamp at me." His eyes lazily glance over to the lamp on my floor. "I tried to catch it. Did a pretty good job. My head slowed it down." He actually did do a pretty good job. My lamp was still intact all except the lightbulb and there was a bit of forehead blood on the base.

"Well, thanks for catching it. Or trying to. It was my grandma's so I'm sure her ghost would haunt me or something if I broke it." We both laugh and look at each other in a comfortable silence that comes after our laughter. Only when a warm liquid drips onto my hand do I rush back into action. "Oh shit. Hold on." I rush out of my room as I hear Eddie mumble a soft wait. "I'll be right back."

I grab a few towels from the bathroom, some rubbing alcohol, and a few bandages from the cabinet in the kitchen before rushing back to my room. When I get back I see Eddie holding his hand and looking around my room. I clear my throat and he whips around to look at me. He smirks.

"You have shit taste in music." He laughs and sits down on my bed. I sit next to him and shake my head.

"David Bowie is not shit, you prick," I mumble as I grab one of the towels from my lap. Eddie is about to argue when I pat the towel on his forehead and he hisses. "Sorry." I hum.

"S'fine." He sighs. I continue to wipe and clean the small cut on his forehead. He stays silent with only the occasional hiss or winces. Once the bleeding stops I pour a bit of the alcohol onto another clear towel and smile at him.

"This is probably sting," I whisper softly as I raise the towel to his head. He nods and places his hand on my leg. As I dab the alcohol-soaked towel over his cut his fingers dig into my thigh and he groans.

"Fuck." He huffs and I stare up at him with his eyes squeezed closed. I dab the towel again and he hums softly as he opens his eyes and meets mine. "You're right. It stung." He smiles softly.

"I'm sorry... but this is kinda your fault. You broke into my house." I laugh at him as his nose scrunches up when I pull the towel away.

"I didn't think that Luna Byers would be the type to throw lamps."

"At creepy men climbing through my window? You're lucky that's all I did." I laugh and he leans away from me.

"Wow. Creepy huh?" He smirks at me and I giggle lightly as I unwrap a bandaid. I push his bangs away from the cut and gently apply the bandaid.

"Eddie. You broke into my house. You don't think that's creepy?"

"Mmm, I was thinking it was more along the lines of romantic." He leans down and smiles at me. It's at this moment I realize his hand is still resting casually on my thigh.

"Romantic... Why are you, Eddie Munson, trying to be romantic?" I hum sort of curious, hoping for an answer that has everything do to with me.

"Mmm. Practicing for when I get a girlfriend." He shrugs. Okay. Not exactly what I was hoping for.

"Okay..." I look at the small shard of glass sticking out of his palm. "I'm gonna have to pull that out now." Eddie closes his eyes when I look up at him and he hums.

"Mkay that's... that sucks but okay." He releases a breathy laugh and his hand already starts to tighten on my thigh. I gently pinch the thin glass between my fingers.

"Ready?"

"Mmm." He nods his head.

"Okay. Sorry in advance." Just as I tug the glass out of Eddie's rough palm I hear the front door hinges squeal like they always do.

"Hey! Luna! Are you home yet?"

"OW! MOTHERFU-" I toss the glass aside and slap my hand over Eddie's mouth. He glares at me and I glare right back. His hand pinches the exposed skin on my thigh and I pull away from him.

I hear the heavy panicked footsteps of my brother, Jonathan, rushing towards the back of the house, towards my room. I jump up from my bed and rush to my bedroom door. I try to slam it shut but Jonathan's hand stops it.

"Luna! Are you okay who-"

"Yea, yea, sorry. I stubbed my toe." I smile through my slightly cracked door.

"I thought I heard-"

"Jonathan. I stubbed my toe." My voice levels out and I stare up at him. "I'm okay really. I promise. Just tired... and now hurt..." I sigh softly.

"Are you sure... do you need-" He starts to gently try and push the door open and I push all my weight against the door.

"Jonathan! Stop! I'm naked!" I shout and slam the door fully.

"Oh shit! Sorry, Lou." I sigh a breath of relief as I hear Jonathan mumble to himself and walk away from the door towards his room across the house. I turn around and my eyes land on a smirking Eddie.

"So..." He tilts his head and leans forward onto his knees, obviously entertained. "Do I get the pleasure of seeing you-" I toss the towel in my hand at him and he chuckles softly. "Okay okay. Sorry." He smiles up at me as I walk back over to sit down.

"Gimme your hand," I say firmly as I outstretch my hand for him.

"Are you hitting on me?" He asks with a goofy grin.

"I-I need to clean it." I fumble for the towel again as he places his hand in mine. "Try to be quiet okay? My brother will have a heart attack if he sees-"

"The freak in your bedroom." He frowns as his brows knit together.

"A boy. If he sees a boy in my room." I scoff as I shove the towel into his hand and he hisses.

"Ow!" He whispers and I smile up at him. "You're so violent," He chuckles lightly. I shrug and grab a wrap to cover his hand. I wrap the gauze-like strip around his hand and tap it on.

"There. Now you look truly metal." I giggle, grabbing all the shit off my bed and tossing it in the trash or laundry bin. I pick up the glass shards I can find and toss them as well. I pick the lamp up and place it on my dresser. When I look back at Eddie I find his eyes on me already. "Staring problem much?" I laugh and he rolls his eyes.

"You're awfully rude, ya know that?" Eddie leans down onto his knees and smirks up at me. I turn to face him fully and I place my hands on my hips. I stare down at him and I watch as his eyes widen.

"Only to creepy men who break into my house." I huff and he chuckles falling back onto my bed. "Eddie!" I whisper yell and basically jump on top of him to cover his mouth. "Shut up! Please! STOP LAUGHING!" I shake him while straddling his waist. My hand covers his mouth as I look to my bedroom door.

"Lou. Who are you talking to?" Jonathan shouts from his bedroom just across the hall. I snap my attention back to Eddie who is now silent and just staring up at me.

"Uh. I'm on the phone! With... Steve!" I shout back and thank my mom a thousand times over for getting me my own landline in my room.

"Oh. Is he coming over?" Jonathan's voice waivers and I sigh to myself.

"Maybe. Probably not! We're just talking! Do you need something?!" I ask a little annoyed as I try to end this conversation.

"No. No. I was just wondering."

"Mkay!" I shout and wait for a moment to see if he'll say anything else. He doesn't I sigh in relief and let myself relax a bit. I look down at Eddie who is smirking under my hand. I glare at him and try to roll off of him but his hands quickly find their way to my hips to hold me in place. I lift my hand off his mouth to relieve the smirk.

"I think this position is rather comfortable." He chuckles quietly. I roll my eyes as butterflies swirl around in my stomach. I roll off of him and he lets me. I lay on my back next to him and he sighs. "I'm sorry."

"For?"

"Today at school. I- I just didn't think it was a good idea for you to be seen with me. Especially not in my jacket." His voice is soft, almost sad. I glance over at him to see he is staring at my ceiling. I look back to the ceiling as well and try to figure out what to say.

"Mmm. I thought you were gonna apologize for breaking my lamp." I hum trying to break his sad demeanor. He elbows me and rolls onto his side to look at me. I turn my head but stay laying on my back. He smiles sweetly at me and pushes a few stray hairs away from my face.

"I didn't break shit. I saved your lamp when you sacrificed it to save your own skin." He smirks at me and I feel my skin tingle. Maybe Steve was right. Munson has me like putty in his hands, but why?

"Bullshit," I mumble and he laughs as he climbs to hover over me. He straddles me and places his hands on either side of my head. I stare up at him, eyes wide, heart jumping out of my chest.

"You can't be seen with me. Everyone still likes you. Today. What happened today can't happen again. I know. You're like just being nice, it's what you do, but it can't happen again. People will turn on you. Okay? You have to understand that. I can't let you do that." He stares down at me. This is the most serious I have ever seen Eddie Munson. I search his eyes for even the slightest hint of sarcasm. This has to be a joke.

"You're saying I can't hang out with you?" I ask softly. He nods. "At all?" I tilt my head and he smiles.

"Honestly, how much would that really change your life? We haven't hung out before. We shouldn't start now." He smirks at me but then slips back into his serious act.

"You know. I'm a big girl and I make my own decisions. You do know that right?"

"Mmm, not this one, love." He stares down into my eyes. "Seriously. Don't... don't talk to me. Okay? Don't smile at me. Don't be nice to me. Don't. It'll only get you in trouble. It's not worth it." He sighs sadly and moves to get off of me. I quickly grab his hips just like he did to me. His eyes widen and he stares down at me. "Wha-"

"You mean you're not worth it?" I ask softly. He stays silent. "Eddie?"

"Look. Luna. You're well-liked. You've never had any issues. I don't want to start a new trend for you."

"You have no idea what I've had to deal with over the past two years." I laugh thinking back to all the shit with my brother and the upside down. "Maybe it's me who is the problem. Maybe I'm the one YOU shouldn't get involved with." My comment causes him to chuckle and lean down closer to my face.

"You? A bad influence?" He asks cheekily.

"Mhm. I've gotten into quite a few... altercations over the years."

"Mmmm. I don't believe you." He smirks and brushes his fingers across my cheek.

"You'll have to stick around to find out." I giggle but he quickly jumps off of me.

"Luna. No. I- I should go." He heads straight for my window. "Seriously, stay the fuck away from me, Luna. Don't make this harder on me, please. I..." He climbs out of my window while I scrabble to stop him. I nearly climb out of the window after him when he looks in at me and frowns. "I never should have offered you that ride." He sighs as he pushes his hands through his hair. "We're not friends Luna. And we can't be. Seriously."

"Stop saying that. Why are you being such an asshole?" I ask as I lean out of my window.

"You just don't get it."

"Well help me understand Eddie!"

"I just told you!" He shouts and I instantly look back into my house as Jonathan busts through my bedroom door.

"Who the hell are you talking to? Someone is definitely in here-" My brother's eyes land on Eddie. "What the fuck are you-"

"Get out of my room!" I shout.

"Are you sneaking out again?" Jonathan questions.

"Again?" I hear Eddie ask intrigued. I look back at Eddie with confusion.

"Eddie. I don't understand. Why are you-"

"Forget it! Luna. We aren't friends, okay? Just. Leave me alone." He says while looking at his feet.

"You're the one who broke into MY house! To talk to ME!" I shout.

"He what?!"

"Jonathan get out!" I jump up from the window and rush to my brother pushing him out of my room. "Get out! Get out!" I slam the door and lock it once I've pushed him into the hall. he bangs on the door shouting my name. I rush back to the window but by the time I get there I see Eddie disappearing into the forest line. "Eddie!" I shout but he doesn't look back at me.

"What the hell is going on." I hear my brother Will ask in the hall with Jonathan.

"Help me get this door open."

"Is Lou okay?"

"Just help me."

I get up and slam my window shut. I walk to the door and unlock it, opening it to both my brothers falling onto my feet. I look down at them and they both look up at me.

"Where is he?" Jonathan scrambles to his feet.

"Where's who?" Will questions.

"Yeah, where's who, Jonathan?" I ask feigning confusion.

"Don't do that."

"Do what?" I ask innocently.

"Munson."

"Who? I have to change, get out." Will instantly turns to leave but Jonathan hesitates a moment. He glares at me.

"We'll talk about that tomorrow then."

"Talk about what?" I ask as I slam the door.

What is happening with my life now? Why do I care if Eddie wants to hang out with me or not? God. This is a mess. He is the one who... I don't know. This is all so stupid. I should be able to hang out with and like whoever I want. Eddie doesn't get to decide that for me. No one does. I huff and fall onto my bed. I roll onto my side. My sheets smell like him now. Ugh. Why does he have to smell so good?

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well, that was dramatic. Hopefully, everyone calms down in the next part... *Intense smirking because I know I'm a dramatic bitch and therefore a dramatic writer and there's no way shit will calm down* Sigh. Peace and Love, Babes x

[randomnameless]

(not the voice line anon )

I do think Rhea knows it's inevitable for mortals to eventually die from old age and it's just a fact of life. The translation completely changed the words and tone of her lines though. Like yes I do think that's what Rhea kinda sorta IMPLIED but that's NOT what she said.

Also The problem with nemesis is it would take centuries before he and his elites will die from old age and with them alive it would mean constant war. Also theyre waging war using the remains of her mother and kin (who they murdered), I wouldn't let them live either.

I recall Apostle Aubin lived mad long like until he met Yuri!!! Which means nemesis, even without being preserved by TWSITD, could potentially last just as long! Endless war and suffering due to near immortal corrupt powerhungry genocidal humans is not ideal (which is exactly what TWS wants)

Also If fe3h is related to the 3 kingdoms... well historically, like before it became the 3 kingdoms , there was already alot of chaos due to warring warlords and Nemesis and the elites reminds me of warlords all trying to gain more and more power through conquest. Flayn did say they wanted to conquer the world

Oh.

Well the thing that makes me doubt it is how Rhea had human allies, I mean she was lugging around Wilhelm during the War of Heroes when Wilhelm was well past 100 (assuming he wasn't crown at 10 old lol), and until 21ish years ago, Jeralt was still fit/strong enough to be the Legendary Blade Breaker, Captain of the Knights of Seiros.

So unless crested humans's bodies age exceptionally fast past 280 years old (if Jeralt is 300 in Nopes) I don't think his general low perf battle wise is only due to his age.

Nemesis'n'Dudes were, at best, around 170-ish years old (let's say he was 20 when the Red Canyon happened, and it happens not earlier than -40. Nemesis was born in -60? He dies in 92, which would make him around 170-ish by the time he dies?) and were still forces to be reckoned with, Seiros the Warrior herself not stomping them. 100 years later they suddenly suck?

I mean, it's definitely possible, but saying this is the reason why he lost?

I can't see it - however, leaving the Knights and living on the run, not following the hard training regimen/mission knights do might have dulled his blade, Rhea herself complain about not letting her blade becoming dull by wanting to spar more with Catherine, so, idk.

Ahaha, Aubin and the Apostles are another debate lol, imo I'm firmly convinced they were Nabateans and not Crested Humans, but there are enough clues to go both ways!

As for Nemesis, sure, knowing how Nabateans want a peaceful Fodlan and Rhea had her personal revenge on top, she'd have most likely wanted Nemesis dead asap, but she still "waited" 70 years before going to war with him and 150 years after Zanado to kill him, if Jerry sucks because of old age, they could just have stalled.

Sadly, about all those points you raised, we can just theorise and honeypot and HC things away, because the devs dgaf about those things and unless we get a guidebook like Tellius did 10 years after its release, we might never have answers :/

(but even if the book is published, you can bet it'd won't be localised for the US market, unless Treehouse can edit it lol)

[kusagrasskusa]

Orochimaru X Innocent! Reader - "Flower Crown"

This is sorta based off a story written by @marvelmymarvel called Not Wanted. It's adorable to see how attached Y/N is so Oro in the beginning, so I had to--

WARNING: Wattpad level writing :")

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"Hmpf!" The girl crossed her arms and puffed out her cheeks at the thought of her big brother leaving her. Jiraya snickered at his little sister's adorable face and booped her nose with one hand, the other hand carrying a bag of his clothes and other needs. "Can I at least walk you to the place? I wanna meet the people you'll be staying with."

"You just wanna see if there's a girl on the team, don'tcha?" The 15 year old boy teased, making his little sister whimper cutely. Despite how childish she is, she's actually 14 years old. Yeah she's immature but she isn't stupid or helpless.

"I can't let you get a girlfriend, y'know!" Y/N barked back softly, blushing a little from embarrassment. Jiraya sighed and ruffled Y/N's hair with a caring look.

"I may trade you a lot, but I wouldn't dare hurt you. You don't gotta worry about some woman taken away your big bro's attention." Y/N eased her nerves, nodding. Jiraya smiled sweetly at her and extended his hand for her to take, then walked his way to the waiting post where his sensei and group is.

Jiraya was sure to impress his sister on the walk there, by the way. "And then this huge toad appeared right from under me! It told me I was the best toad summoner it's ever seen. Hell, my sensei and teammates even agreed that I was the best on their team, surpassing even some of greatest ninjas in history." Y/N giggled, nodding her head in agreement with him while thinking in the back of her head, what a lier.

"That's not how I remember it." The two siblings stopped and look ahead, noticing a pair of kids around Jiraya's age standing there. "Actually, didn't a tadpole appear over snd over again? Then sensei insulted you while we laughed?" A girl with blonde hair and a mischievous smirk on her face asked, making Jiraya's face turn red.

"Hey! Don't lie in front of my little sister!" Jiraya hissed, making Y/N giggled. Tsunade looked at the little girl besides him, raiding a brow. The girl looked so soft and sweet, and she was related to a complete idiot?

"Big brother, I know you're lying. You don't need to hide it," Y/N spoke in a sweet little voice that made Tsunade's voice melt.

The blonde appeared in front of Y/N instantly, talking over Jiraya's embarrassed yelling. "Woah, aren't you a cute girl! I'm Tsunade, what's your name?" Y/N's eyebrows furrowed as she examined the blonde.

"I'm Y/N. Are you big brother's girlfriend?" She asked, cocking her head. Tsunade made a face of pure disgust, replying with a hell no. Jiraya, who was now complaining about being ignored, was now complaining about how he wasn't that bad. Tsunade rolled her eyes and turned her attention to the embarrassed Jiraya.

The other person who was waiting by the bridge kept his yellow eyes locked with Y/N's E/C eyes. A light pink spread across her features as she stared at the pale man with a curious look on his face. Ignoring the two yelling people besides her, Y/N walked over to the pale man and bowed her head. "Who might you be?"

"I am Orochimaru. How old are you?" The raven asked back, bowing his head back.

Y/N raised her head and replied, "I'm 14. I'm assuming you're... 15?" The pale boy nodded his head, examining the smaller girl head from toe. Y/N felt nervous under the eye of the boy, but not because she was scared of him. No, she found him attractive; she was the kind of person to find many guys attractive you see.

"You're kimono. I have the same type," the boy spoke again. "However, the flower design is different. It's a pretty feature that suits you well." Y/N smiled at him softly, staring at her feet as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. As she opened her mouth to thank him, he began to walk away from the bridge they were stationed on. He sat down on a patch of flowers and motioned for her to take a seat by him. Hesitantly, Y/N rushed by his side and sat down.

"Your kimono is nice as well. It suits you a lot," she replied as she watched Orochimaru pull a few flowers from the flower bed and tie then together.

"I don't don't understand why you have to make everything so serious all the time! Can't I just have fun and make my sister proud!"

"It's difficult when you're lying to her you idiot! You're gonna corrupt her with your stupidity!"

The two friends argued profusely as Orochimaru and Y/N spoke sweetly to each other in the grass. Y/N now knew that her brother sure as hell wouldn't have a girlfriend anytime soon, so she didn't really worry about Tsunade anymore. Her focus was on the taller man who tightly put a bunch of golden flowers together tied.

"You know, you're not like your brother. You seem like you're quiet, aware of your surroundings, and concerned. I like that about a person," Orochimaru spoke as he put a few more flowers into his flower crown. He was swift in his movements, managing to finish the crown in the five minutes that it took before Tsunade and Jiraya to argue then shush.

"Thank you. You're difficult from most people I've seen too; apparently you prefer solitude and are an amazing fighter by yourself, according to rumor," Y/N explained, her face remaining heated up.

"Indeed I prefer solitude, however I could be better at fighting alone. It's like what I do is never enough."

"Well, I mean, it's good to take a break in order to come back stronger, right? That's what big brother tells me," Y/N explained, watching Orochimaru put in the last few flowers. Just when he finished, he looked over the smaller girl and smiled. Y/N's face reddened when the flower crown was placed on her head softly. "Oh, um-"

"Beautiful. It suits you well," Orochimaru spoke softly as he felt a small smile pull on his features. Y/N felt the flowers on her head and giggled softly, suppressing her excitement. Then Orochimaru stood up, holding out a hand for her. "The two stopped arguing, so we should probably get going now."

"Thank you so much!" Y/N spoke as she was pulled to her feet swiftly. In the background stood a stunned Tsunade and Jiraya, who's jaws hung open and eyes widened.

"What!" They screamed simultaneously, clearly scared as shit. "Is that even Orochimaru!" "Why is he around my sister!" "He's gonna kill her!" "She's gonna go corrupt and kill me!"

"Anyways!" Y/N spoke up, ignoring the worried yells from her brother and the blonde. She turned towards Orochimaru as she reached into a pocket of her kimono, pulling out a little necklace. It had a black string around a little purple gem in the shape of a heart. "Here! I like to work with healing gems and such so uh...this iolite might help you in your mission, hehe."

Oro examined the necklace for a moment, then took it. He examined the heart shaped gem, raising a brow. "You made this? It looks lovely," he stated as he put it around his neck, over his outfit.

"Yep! I sorta like to make things for people a lot so uh...I found a few gems and made things outta them, heh heh. This one is supposed to ease people's minds and bad habits. It might not do much, but I believe it will!" Y/N boosted in her sweet voice, reaching back into her pocket for other necklaces. There was rose quarts, honey calcites, and a painite. "I made a few of these this week, actually."

"Woah!" Tsunade came over, examining the works. "Can I have one?"

Jiraya walked over, hissing, "hey! She's my sister, I should get one!" Y/N giggled and rolled her eyes playfully, handing them both a necklace. As the two put their's on, Y/N hugged her big brother tightly.

"I'm gonna miss you! Be safe, okay?" She whimpered. Jiraya chuckled at her concern, patting her head.

"I'll be fiiine. Don't worry, sis!" He replied as he hugged her back. When they pulled away, Y/N faced Tsunade and Orochimaru, bowing to them.

"Stay safe. I hope we can meet again, you two!" And with a goodbye from those two, Y/N waved goodbye before walking off. When she left, a long talk about the younger girl was spoken from these three.

[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

Dominante Imp S/O x Millie & Moxxie.

Meeting the boss.

(This is a continuation of my previous dominant imp x M&M.)

In the five or so months you'd been together youd gotten a very mixed idea of who there boss was. Millie painted him as a lovable goof who would push boundaries on the regular.

Moxxie on the other hand, spoke as though he was a pervert Stalker who had it out for him.

Of course you challenged both of them, asked where he'd been for the last five months of he were a stalker and why Moxxie hated him so much if he were a harmless goofball.

Moxxie tells you Blitzø had been unusually busy as of late, with both work and Stolas.

Which was lucky, because Moxxie wasn't sure how you'd react if you found a strange Imp in the apartment.

So instead they decide it would be better if you met him properly, instead of finding him hiding in your fridge.

So the next day they bring you along to the I.M.P offices. Both Millie and Moxxie had mixed feelings about this meeting.

They weren't sure how Blitzø would react, and then they weren't sure how you'd react to his reaction.

Making it to the office, the two gave you a series of warnings about how to approach the subject.

You dismissed there concerns, I mean you could easily take on six sinners at once without breaking a sweat. If Blitzø wanted to dance, youd dance.

So entering the office, you were met with the young hellhound'et that you instantly realised was the source of so much of Mixxie stress.

You swallowed a scowl before going up to greet her. 'You must be Loona. I've heard... a lot about you.'

Loona barely gave you a glance before going back to her phone. Millie came up besides you and asked if Blitzø was in yet.

Loona just gave a lazy nod towards a door to her right.

Millie thanked the hellhound before giving you a kiss and going to find him.

That seemed to get Loona's attention, looking at you she raised an eyebrow.

'Wondering what that was?' You asked nonchalantly. Loona glanced over the Moxxie and smirked. 'Oh yeah.'

Turning to her you smiled back, 'Well im not one to kiss and tell, but basically, for the past five or so months I've been the third partner in our little party.'

'No. Fucking. Way.' She said incredulously before bursting into laughter. 'So Moxxie really is a cuck.'

You instantly soured at her words before slaming your hands on her desk. 'Lets get something clear, young lady. Me, Moxxie and Millie are a couple, eh, I mean triad. We are in a relationship, alright.'

Reaching into your coat you pulled out a long yellow envelope. 'Simply put, I'm going to be around frequently as of starting immediately. And from what I've heard you relish in making the lifes of others as hard as possible.' You waited a moment for Loonas reaching. The hellhound just kind of nodding her head.

'So in order to keep our relationship civil, I'm going to bribe you.' Loona perked up at that. 'Bribe me with what?' She asked, eyebrow raised.

'This' you told her, handing over the envelope.

Taking the envelope, she pulled out two pieces of paper. Her eyes bulged 'Holy shit are these-'

'F#ck you dad, tickets? Yes.' You cut in, Snatching them out of her hands. Twirling them around your fingers you told her 'Not just tickets, VIP tickets.' You held the tickest up, showing the Gold film over them.

The feminine hellhounds eyes growing to animated proportions.

'I was gonna take the pair out, but couldn't find an extra ticket. So there all yours. IF. You play nice. Do we have a deal?'

Loona thought for a long minute before reply. 'Fine. I'll try to play nice.'

'You do more then try.' You told her as you handed her the tickets.

Just as you let them go, the door to your left burst open.

'Alright where is this guy' the imp that you could only assume was Blitzø.

You stepped forward, Blitzø's attention falling on you. 'Okay, so Millie here says she wants to introduce me to someone important and I'm guessing that's you.'

Sticking your hand out you told him 'Yes I believe so. You must be Blitzø, ive heard... Interesting things about you.'

Blitzø took your hand, giving it a hearty shake. 'Well im a pretty interesting guy.'

You chuckled at that, before Millie came up behind you and wrapped her arms around your chest.

Going ridged you were about to turn around and ask what Millie was doing, when you felt someone grab your hand.

Looking to your right you found Moxxie holding your hand, an innocent little smile across his face.

You were about to ask him what he's doing when it strikes you. Looking over to Millie, you find her wearing a devious little smile. Looking back Moxxie you find him wearing a similar, if not slightly more anxious smile.

'Oh you little bastards, didn't want to make it too easy for me aye?' Millie whispered back in that sexy southern drawl, 'Nope.'

Chuckling you tell them 'You are gonna pay for this tonight.'

Looking back to Blitzø, I find a very confused Imp staring at me. 'Whats going on?' He asked, obviously suspicious.

'W-well, you see. For the last five months or so Me, Millie and Moxxie have kinda... sorta... been in a relationship.'

You leaned back a little, waiting for his reaction. It takes a minute before he screams 'What!'

You pull back, putting yourself between Blitzø and the pair.

Shrugged of the pairs touch, you repeated yourself. 'Me and your two employees are in a relationship.'

Blitzø balled his fists before slaming them the table. 'For fucks sake!' He screamed. 'Three years and this fucker lives out my fantasy.'

You look at the Imp unsure how to respond, but before you could you heard Moxxie speak up. 'Fantasy?' He asked behind you.

Blitzø chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. 'Well I mean, surely it's not a secret I've kinda had a thing for you guys for a while.'

'Eww' Loona muttered, looking up from her phone.

Turning around you were quickly pulled forward, Blitzø wrapping his arm around your neck.

'So tell me, Uuh, what was your name again?' He asked. '(Y/N)' you replied.

'Aah, yes of course. So (Y/N), tell me what's it like? ' you raised an eyebrow, unsure what he meant. 'What's what like?'

'You know, the two of them... in bed?' He wagged his eyebrows at the end. You instantly sobered up.

Pulling your arm off your shoulder you stepped away from him. 'Sorry buddy, but that's between me and the two of them.'

Blitzø blew it off, wrapping his arm around your shoulder again. 'Come on, just give me a few details. Tell me, Is Moxxie a total bottom or can he dom.'

At this point you were done with his antics and practically threw his arm off of you.

'Listen, I get it, Moxxie and Millie have both told me you don't really do "Boundries" but our relationship is just that, Ours. You wanna hang out at work or go out for drinks, no problem.'

You turned serious 'But in our home, unless your invited. I don't wanna see you there.'

Blitzø wore a smirk , a smirk Id seen a hundred times over. The cocky little shit was gonna test me.

'Really?' He asked, smirk growing. I chuckled back, 'Yeah, really.'

Turing to him you told him 'I get it, your a killer, assassin for hire i get really. You kill people for a living.' You slipped a hand into your pocket, 'But do you know what I do?'

Blitzø just shook his head. 'I'm a bouncer, ya know what that means.' You ask him.

'You bounce things?' He asked dripping with sarcasm. You gave a dry chuckle back before gripping the back of his neck.

'My job is to put smartasses like you in there place. There place being on the curb, missing a few teeth.'

Blitzø's smirk grew a little larger, a little anger in his eyes. And before you knew it, he swung at you. His left arm swung in a sloppy haymaker.

Of course you were to quick, and easily dodged it, only to return with a proper haymaker. Although your haymaker came with a shiny set of brass knuckles, courtesy of your right pocket.

Blitzø went down, with one punch, like a sack of rocks.

You stepped back, taking a look at the now unconscious Imp. You could see a large bruise beginning to form on the left side of his face.

Moxxie and Millie came up besides you, looking down at the Imp. 'Bout time someone knocked some sense into him.' Moxxie grumbled.

'Mox he's our boss!' Millie scolded her husband. 'No. He's right.' You cut in, 'play stupid games, win stupid prizes and your boss chose to play a very stupid game.'

It took about an hour before he woke up, still on the floor he released a long groan before sitting up.

You walked up to him, coffee in hand before squatting down and checking his cheek.

'Hey there champ, good nap?' You ask, feeling particularly smug.

Blitzø rubbed his face, groaning out 'You get the make and model on the that Truck that hit me.'

You chuckled, 'No I did not. But I'm sure it would be happy to come right on back, unless that is, you've learnt your lesson?'

Blitzø looked up at you, the implications of your words sinking in. His eyes shifted across the room, then onto you.

'Yeah' he said, nodding his head 'lesson learnt.' Handing him the coffee you helped him to his feet.

'Good boy.' You told him before calling Millie and Moxxie over.

Steering the two towards the door you turn to Blitzø and ask, 'Its alright if they take the day off, aye Boss?'

Blitzø just gave a weak little thumbs up before turning and heading for his office.

Turning back to the pair, you leaned into Moxxie's ear and whispered 'Now who do I need to punish for that little scheme back there.'

[worksby-gabriella]

USO Girl?

Halloween!Steve x Halloween!female!reader

Summary: Steve and reader meet at a Stark Industries halloween party, but the reader is dressed up as a USO girl. 🇺🇸

Warnings: None really, just a terrible title.

Request from: @lighterthanstardust (technical difficulties with tagging at the moment)

Putting on the last few touches of your red lipstick, your phone dings.

Nat: Are you still coming? I wanna introduce you to some people :)

Y/N: On my way

Natasha had been begging you to come to Stark's Halloween party for the past month, you kept saying no because you're content with your little tradition of buying candy, curling up and watching horror movies every Halloween. But Natasha was persistent, and adamant about you going. She would come to your workplace at shield, whether you were training, taking a call, or welcoming a new recruit, and bother you until you gave in.

You were pretty sure the reason she wanted you at the party was so she could introduce you to her co-workers? Friends? Family? Whatever she called them, you've heard her refer to them as many different things over the years. And well, you guessed correct based off the text.

Shutting your door and walking out of your apartment complex, you could hear your silver kitten heels click clacking on the cement ground. Getting into your car and checking the adress off the piece of paper Natasha gave you, you turn on the ignition and speed off.

Pulling into the parking lot of a very tall building, that you assume is Stark Tower, you see a red headed figure standing out front.

As you park your car and get out, Natasha starts walking towards you. Pulling you in for a hug and letting go, she takes a good once over of your USO girl costume.

"Damn, 'might as well take you home tonight girl!" She says as she twirls you around.

"Thanks but look at you, Kim Possible!"

Natasha hooks her left arm with your right arm, as you both start walking towards the entrance.

"What are supposed to be anyway?"

"A USO girl, it was a last minute idea because I didn't have a costume. Had to rumage through my grandmother's closet." You answer.

"Hm, it's cute."

As you enter the building she leads you to an elevator, and punches the button that says: 17th floor. When the elevator stops, and opens you notice there's not as many people as you thought there would be. It seems to be more of a small get together for Halloween. To the right there's a group of five people, and Maria Hill whom you've talked to a good amount of times already, all sitting on white couches. There's about two handfuls of some other people scattered here and there, dress in different costumes.

"Tasha' where is everyone?" You whisper shouted as she led you to her friends, The Avengers.

"This is everyone, Y/N"

When Natasha and you reached the group she stopped in front of everyone and introduced you to them.

"Guys, this is Y/N, she works for shield."

"Hey!"

"Hello."

"Nice to finally meet you!"

"So you're the girl Nat keeps talking 'bout, eh?"

You knew who they all where so you didn't bother asking for names, instead you just said your "hi's" back and settled on the couch by Nat.

"Where's Steve?" Nat asked,

"The mans is old as dirt, he's probably just walking to slow. He'll be here eventually." As Sam says this he moves his eyes to you and asks,

"So what's up with the costume?"

"Sam reall-" Maria starts to say but you interrupt.

"Ha ha, it's okay Maria. I'm a USO girl, I didn't have a costume and it was a last minute idea, I had it on hand."

"Be careful, Y/N, gonna give Capsicle a stroke there."

They all chuckle at Tony's joke,

"Capsicle?"

"Just ignore Tony" Natasha says rolling her eyes and shaking her head.

After about an hour of conversation, and Halloween music playing in the background, you volunteer to get the second round of beer from Tony's bar. But Bruce stops you,

"Oh, you don't have to get them. Sit down I'll get it."

Not stopping and ignoring his offer you say,

"It's fine, I can get them."

He smiles warmly at you as you get up to go to the bar.

When you open the small refigerator door, you grab six beers including one for yourself. When you close the door and start to exist the bar you crash right into someone's hard chest.

"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry, i wasn't lookin-"

You cut your self off looking up. Completely mesmerized by the man in front of you. Steve Rogers. You knew he was attractive, but you didn't know he was this attractive.

Chuckling Steve tells you, "It's okay."

He looks down at the beers in your arms,

"Let me grab one for myself, then I'll help you carry those over there."

Waiting for him to grab one, he walks back to you, takes three cans from you, and taps the small of your back to signal you to start walking, sending a shiver down your back.

"So, a USO girl, eh?" Steve asked.

"Oh, yup, didn't have a costume."

"So then what's that?"

"My grandmother's"

Realizing what you said you just said you look at him with wide eyes.

"I am so sorry, I didn't mean to call you old."

Steve lets put a louder laugh causing everyone to watch both of you as you and him make your over to them.

"So, I see you've already met Steve." Nat says with her eyebrows raised.

Knowing what she's suggesting you roll your eyes and say,

"Yes, I have."

"So, I guess I was right. You did give him a stroke."

Everyone starts chuckling at Tony's joke while Steve shakes his head with a goofy smile on his face, looking down at his shoes.

"Hm?" You ask after taking a sip of your beer.

"Well the loud crash?"

"Oh! No, that was me dropping all the beer."

Everyone is moving onto different conversations but you an Steve keep talking. Asking eachother question after question, inventively listening to one another.

Nat was watching both of you out of the corner of her eye.

"So where's the costume old man?!" Sam says, sorta struggling to keep his eyelids open.

"Didn't know we were dressing up." Steve answers with a shrug.

"What?!? No way. Absolutely not. Who doesn't dress up for Halloween?"

"Apparently, Capsicle."

Jerking his head toward Tony he points at him saying,

"Hey! Who're you to talk Stark, you're not dressed up either."

"When you're Tony Stark, Rogers, you don't need a costume to be cool" Tony argues in his defense, flicking off some imaginary dust from his suit.

Everyone keeps talking, drinking, occasionally dancing, and getting drunker and drunker. But Steve has the inconveniency of not being able to get drunk, and you're so caught up in his baby blues that you completely forget you were drinking.

You're definitely drunk, but not from alcohol. You're drunk off of his seafoam eyes, his charm, his kindess, his authority, his every detail.

When two a.m rolls around, and everyone is drunk of thier asses they start heading up to a couple of floors higher, most likely to whatever rooms were up there to get some sleep, already dreading the morning after.

Since you and Steve were sober, well you were more sober than the rest, You and him stayed behind to clean up empty bottles, empty beer cans, and fallen decorations.

You pickup some beer cans to go to the bar and throw them away but when you come back, Steve asks you,

"Would it be wierd if I asked you out?"

"No, no it would not be wierd"

You're both smiling at eachother, Steve is holding orange, black and purple streamers in one hand, while your holding a beer bottle.

Next thing you know he's dropping the streamers, and walking to you.

He kisses you. Lips on lips. Moving so perfectly in sync. It's igniting, it's new, it's exciting, and brilliant. So brilliant that you drop the beer bottle to lay your hands on the nape of his neck, but the bottle has other plans. It crashes to the floor and shatters, causing you and Steve to pull away from eachother and chuckle.

As you both bend down to pick up the shattered peices he grabs your hand, and tilts you head up to look at him.

"So, will you go on date with me?"

"It would be crazy of me to say no, Steve"

My first actual fic!! I hope you've all liked it, btw I THRIVE of off feedback so please tell me what you've thought.

If you've liked this fic please like and reblog. REBLOGS HELP WRITERS A CRAP TON!!!

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[out-of-jams]

Airplane Mode || Track 13: Just One Day || jhs

Summary: In a world where a bruise marks the first touch of your soulmate, time is the only thing that matters. The marks take hours to appear, sometimes even days if you’re really unlucky. Once First Touch is initiated, both parties only have a few weeks to find the other. From then on, the body begins to reject any form of sustenance other than the touch of the other. If one fails to find their soulmate in time, they starve to death. So what happens when your soulmate is a world famous idol?And you’re just one fan in a sea of many who can’t even speak the same language?

Pairing: Hoseok x Fem Character

Word Count: 4.3k

Genre: Fluff. Angst. Idol!au. Smut. Soulmate!au. Language barrier!au. Explicit language.

Warnings: This chapter contains swearing.

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By the time Eunjae got back to her apartment, it was around two in the morning. Taehyung had given her a sleepy-eyed hug goodnight before making his way to the dorm. Eunjae closed the front door behind her with an inaudible sigh, thing off her shoes by the entryway. The day had been long, filled with an excessive amount of stress at work, only to be followed by the time spent with Taehyung.

Eunjae would by lying if she said that she wasn't happy that the boys were so open about being her. That they didn't seem to be doing it just out of obligation because she was one of their member's soulmate. It was nice to feel accepted when she'd been forced into a strange new place with people she didn't know. Closing her eyes around a tired yawn, Eunjae navigated her apartment with heavy lids.

Only to stop dead when she caught sight of a foreign object in her peripheral.

Sat slouched down on the couch with his chin propped up in his hand, was her soulmate. She shouldn't have been as surprised as she was that he was there, since he knew the code to the door and all. And maybe if she'd have checked her phone that was buried somewhere at the bottom of her bag, she would have seen the text messages. But she didn't because she hadn't. Hoseok didn't notice her approach, not that he could with his eyes closed. 

By the soft, deep breaths that escaped his nose, she assumed that he must have fallen asleep. Which only served to bring up the question of how long he'd been there. Had he been waiting on her long? A surge of guilt caused Eunjae to frown as she crouched down in front of him. He'd changed out of the clothes he'd been wearing earlier that day and into a pair of joggers and a t-shirt.

Even with his eyes shut, he looked tired. Eunjae couldn't blame him, not with how busy they all were preparing for their comeback. His face was slack, dark eyelashes kissing his high cheekbones. Soft looking heart-shaped lips were slightly parted in sleep while his chest gently rose and fell with each inhale. 

Eunjae hadn't been able to fully take in his features without the fear of him catching her staring. Hoseok was beautiful, strikingly handsome with all of the sharp lines and angles that made up his symmetrical face. Why some ARMY didn't appreciate them was something that she would never be able to understand. And she wasn't just saying that because he was her soulmate. Anyone who looked at him and thought that he wasn't incredibly attractive were blind. 

There was no other excuse. 

Reaching out a hand, Eunjae gently shook his shoulder. "Hey."

He didn't respond, too wrapped up in whatever dreams were playing out behind his eyelids.

"Hobi," she tried again, shaking his shoulder a little bit harder.

Hoseok grunted, eyes fluttering open in confusion before focusing on her. They were still filled with sleep in the only way someone who'd just awoken could be. He ran a hand down his face in an attempt to bring himself back into alertness before sitting up a little straighter. When he met her gaze again, she couldn't help the small smile that broke out across her face.

"Hey, sleepyhead."

"Hey." His voice was a deep, raspy grumble that only came out when he came back from taking a trip to sleepsville. And he barely lifted a palm over his mouth to contain his yawn.

"Waiting long?" Eunjae asked, pushing herself back to her feet.

Hoseok glanced at the tiny clock embedded onto the face of the television's cable box and shook his head. "Not very."

"Sorry," she grimaced. "You, uh, hungry?"

Eunjae had to forcibly not look as he slid a hand beneath the hem of his shirt to scratch at his side subconsciously. Though it did little to prevent the small sliver of golden hued skin from popping into her peripheral. She was pretty sure that her question was stupid, that it practically answered itself because why else would he be in her apartment at two in the morning?

"Yeah." Hoseok gave her a reassuring, if not tired, smile and stood from the couch, stretching his arms above his head on the way. Glancing over towards the hallway, he wet his lips. "Can we go...sleep?"

The thought of curling up next to his warmth for a second night left Eunjae with a feeling that she couldn't quite discern. But she brushed it off, buried it deep in favor of responding. "Sure."

And as she followed him down the short hall, a thought popped up into her mind.

At least her question about whether or not they'd only recharge their metaphorical batteries during the day had been answered.

Eunjae was in time out.

Well sorta, but she also didn��t want to move. Not when she was so comfortably stretched out on the couch with a book propped up in her lap. The sound of fingers typing across a keyboard prevented silence from overtaking the room. Namjoon’s hair reflected the light from his computer screen, bouncing off the headphones thrown over his hair.

It was barely even an hour ago that Eunjae had gotten kicked out of the stylist department. The boys had a performance on a television show tonight and the coordi noonas and stylist noonas were a frazzled mess. Eunjae was sent away ten minutes after arriving because they didn’t have time for her to “get in the way” or whatever it was that they’d said. She’d be insulted if she wasn’t so relieved.

Namjoon had found her listlessly wandering the halls of Producer’s Row, not knowing what to do with herself. Hoseok hadn’t been in his studio and he’d yet to answer her text, so she’d had no idea where to find him. Luckily, the leader of Bangtan had let her know that her soulmate was down in one of the dance studios with Seokjin. Eunjae had been hesitant on interrupting what must have been their practice for their upcoming performance. Namjoon, as perceptive as he was, had seen the look on her face and offered to let her hang out in his studio until Hoseok was finished.

Which was how she’d landed herself back in MonStudio, a pen pressed to her lips and a headache brewing. She’d met with Soyeon earlier that morning when she’d first gotten to the building for another Korean lesson. After about two hours of one-on-one conversation exercises, she’d been sent away with a stack of beginner level workbooks to go through. 

It wasn’t that Eunjae didn’t want to learn, but multiple hours of studying would wear anyone down. Letting out a long sigh, Eunjae slid further down the couch until her head was propped up by the arm rest. She barely saved the thin book in her lap from falling to the rug.

“Having trouble?” 

Starting in surprise, Eunjae glanced up to see Namjoon’s chair spun halfway around. He raised an eyebrow in amusement at the wide eyed look she sent him. One side of the headphones that'd been thrown over his head was pulled off to the side so that he could hear her response. Eunjae wondered for a moment what she'd down to garner his attention away from whatever track it was that he'd been so focused on.

“Huh?” She asked intelligently.

He nodded at the book dangling from her hand for dear life. “With your studies.” 

“Oh.” She pouted unconsciously. “Just taking a break. Too much studying gives me a headache.”

"I can understand that." Namjoon slid his headphones down to hook around his neck. "Breaks are always good."

"You sound like you're in need of one." It was Eunjae's turn to raise an eyebrow now.

"Yeah, something like that," Namjoon chuckled, running a hand through his slightly disheveled hair.

She rearranged the book to rest somewhere tucked between the couch cushions and made herself more comfortable. "What have you been working on? If you don't mind me asking of course."

"Nah, I don't mind." He stared over at his computer screen like it held the answers the the universe. "I'm working on my mixtape."

"Your own?" Eunjae's eyebrows shot up into her hairline. That was news to her. At Namjoon's nod of affirmation, she sat up a little straighter. "How far along is it?"

Namjoon pursed his lips thoughtfully, dimples indenting his cheeks. "Not very. I have some of the instrumentals done and some lyrics, but it's nowhere near complete."

Eunjae hummed. "Huh. I didn't know you were making a mixtape."

Gently rotating back-and-forth in his chair, he gave her a look that she wasn't sure how to decipher. "Hoseok is working on one too."

That would explain why he was in his studio so much at least. During the handful of times that Eunjae had met him there to sate their hunger away from prying eyes, she'd walked in to find him studiously clicking away at his computer. He'd always dropped whatever it was that he was working on to spend time with her so she hadn't really though much of it. 

Why he hadn't told her that he was working on his own mixtape, she wasn't sure, but she couldn't really hold it against her. Some people could be very private about their art and Hoseok may not feel completely comfortable with her yet, which was something that Eunjae couldn't fault him for.

"Speaking of," Namjoon began, bringing Eunjae's attention back to the present. "How're things going with you? You adjusting well? I feel like we haven't really gotten the chance to talk on-on-one."

The memory of the night she'd broken down in the shower flashed through her mind, but she metaphorically brushed it off with a nonchalant shrug. "Fine I guess."

"You guess?" He questioned, a playful lilt to his voice.

She snorted. "Yes, fine. Everyone's been nice."

"That's good to hear." He leaned back into his chair. "Moving to a new country can be pretty overwhelming, especially when you throw a soulmate into the mix."

He could say that again.

"But," Namjoon continued thoughtfully, "at least we can learn how to handle things the next time one of us gets a soulmate."

Eunjae took in the way his mouth quirked as his dark eyes traced some invisible shape into the carpet at his feet. How he was slightly slouched down in his chair and the small furrow between his eyebrows and asked the question onto tip of her tongue before she could think to stop it. "Is that something that you'd want? To find your soulmate?"

He hummed, a deep flatlined sound that didn't give away his agreement or disagreement. "Yes? No? Maybe? I don't know. Not that I think soulmates are bad or anything."

His eyes flickered up to meet hers to make sure that he hadn't accidentally offended her. At her encouraging nod, he swiped a hand down his face. "Maybe when things die down and we're not all so famous. Getting to know someone with our hectic schedules isn't easy, as you probably know. I mean the thought of a soulmate is nice, but the timing for me right now wouldn't be so great."

"In the future then," Eunjae said it more as a statement than a question. "What do you think they'd be like?"

That brought a small, pensive smile to his full lips and his eyes traced the rug again. "I used to think about it a lot when I was younger, but not so much lately. I'd hate to set expectations because who really knows? But I'd like to think that if I do end up meeting them, they'd be kind."

"I'm sure they would be." And she meant it. While Eunjae may not have known Namjoon long personally, what she did know was that he was an old soul. Someone who put others before himself always. Fate would do nothing if not give him someone who would cherish that.

He cleared his throat before finding her gaze. "We'll see."

None of them spoke about the fact that he may never see. That he could live his whole life without ever meeting his soulmate. That both she and Hoseok had been lucky to find one another out of the other 7.5 billion people that inhabited the planet. There was a reason why the statistical likelihood of finding one's other half was so small.

"Any other questions?" Namjoon changed the subject with a lighthearted smile.

"Mm, just one," Eunjae grinned.

"What is it?"

"Can I hear what you've made so far?" She nodded at his computer, which had long since put itself into sleep mode.

Huffing a laugh, Namjoon spun back around in his chair and shook the mouse to wake the computer up. "Sure. But just warning you, none of these tracks are final yet."

“It’s not even that bad, stop pouting.”

Eunjae dropped the recently colored strand of hair to send a glare at Soyeon. Unfortunately, the woman was too focused on keeping the car in its lane to pay any attention to her charge. “Says you. I haven’t been a brunette since I was in high school.”

Narrowing her eyes, Eunjae examined her new hairstyle in the sun visor’s mirror. She’d been forced to dye her once silver tresses to a boring dark brown. When she’d met Soyeon a few hours ago, the woman had informed her that according to whatever stupid handbook employees were required to follow, unnatural hair colors weren’t allowed. And since Eunjae was technically employed by BigHit with her fabricated internship, she had to abide by the rules. 

Which meant ruining her hair. Miles had spent an unfathomable amount of time coloring it and when she’d texted him the news at the salon, he’d practically had an aneurysm. She couldn't exactly blame him since he'd been the only one who'd been allowed to touch her hair since he'd first learned how to hold a flat iron.

"Well think of it like this," Soyeon spoke while she merged off of the freeway. "At least now you won't stick out like a sore thumb. The less people question you, the better off everyone is in the long run."

"I guess," Eunjae mumbled begrudgingly. Her tutor was right, but that didn't mean that she had to like it.

Eunjae turned her attention from the mirror to stare out of the passenger side window. The sun was getting ready to drop low beyond the horizon soon, however the day was far from over. Soyeon looked at the girl from the corner of her eye. "So, ground rules."

Raising a brow in curiosity, Eunjae turned to stare at Soyeon's side profile. "Ground rules for what?"

"For tonight. There's some things we need to go over before we get there." Bangtan was attending their first performance of the new comeback at Music Bank in three hours and Eunjae had to shadow Tiffany for the night. Which would have been exciting, if she wasn't so nervous that she'd mess something up.

"Okay." Eunjae's tone came out hesitant. 

"This is coming from the top," Soyeon pointed a finger at the roof of the car. "AKA, from Bang Si-Hyuk himself. Basically, you can't hang around the boys at all, under any circumstances. They should be getting the same spell as you right now so don't think that this is just for you. If you're caught, the staff would absolutely eat that up and rumors would spread faster than butter on toast."

Eunjae made a face at the strange analogy, but nodded her head in understanding.

"Also," the woman continued. "Hands off your soulmate unless you're helping him with his wardrobe, whether you're in the safety of the fitting room or not. None of the staff have been informed of the connection between the two of you and it's up in the air right now on when or if they will be. 

"While all of them have had to sign a basic NDA at the beginning of their contracts, that doesn't always stop gossipers unfortunately. For all shows in the near future, you'll be hitching a ride there with the rest of the coordi noonas in order to avoid suspicion on why you get special treatment by riding separately."

Eunjae trapped her bottom lip between her teeth, mind reeling. Sure, she knew that there were going to be some things that she would or wouldn't be allowed to do, but she hadn't prepared for how strict the rules would be. The whole reason she was given the internship in the first place was so that her and Hoseok could "refuel" during their upcoming tour. 

If she could barely even breathe the same air as him, how was that supposed to work? What good would fleeting touches do in the face of staving off hunger? Hell, it took at least an hour of constant touching to even begin to feel sated. Was she supposed to stay away from him for the whole tour, only sustaining herself with barely-there brushes against his skin?

She didn't voice her concerns, only hummed in agreement when Soyeon gave her a questioning glance. It wasn't exactly her place to complain since the company had already done so much for her. Though that did little to take her away from the thoughts that played on a constant loop once Soyeon turned her attention back to the road. The rest of the drive passed by in a blur. Eunjae barely recognized the building they pulled into the back parking lot of Music Bank. 

Cars were scattered throughout the spaces and vans with deeply tinted windows took up a whole row near the entrance doors. Once the engine was cut, Soyeon escorted her through the double doors and passed the check-in desk for staff where she received a badge to wear around her neck. The room that Eunjae was led to was far down the exceedingly long hallway.

None of the boys were present yet, which wasn't all too surprising since there was still a while to go until they needed to take the stage. The greenroom wasn't incredibly big, but Eunjae supposed that space wasn't exactly necessary when the boys were just meant to be in and out. Their show was going to be recorded live, so they'd only need to perform it once instead of the multiple amount of times that a prerecorded one would need.

Bangtan weren't the only ones who were taking the stage, which was something Eunjae had noticed when she was being shown to the greenroom. She'd never been backstage at a show before, television or otherwise, and it'd felt a little odd. Getting to see what went on beyond the t.v. screen was like pulling the curtain off the illusion.

Out in the halls, staff from multiple different entertainment industries passed each other, pushing clothes racks or speaking into the tiny earpieces hooked around their ears. Much like the stylist department at BigHit except a while lot more crowded and a lot louder. Eunjae had yet to see a famous group wandering around, but she'd been able to spot some familiar names on temporary signs plastered to the sides of greenroom doors.

Safely inside BTS' room, Eunjae greeted the few coordi noonas that she knew by name and shuffled across the busy room to find Tiffany. There was a flat screen television mounted on one of the walls, but it was off. And a few leather couches were pushed up against the wall opposite the overly long vanity with seven chairs already lined up in preparation. Supplies were set neatly in front of each, some of the noonas who would be doing the boy's makeup setting up their stations.

According to Tiffany, who'd assigned Eunjae the low-risk task of organizing the clothes rack with stage outfits, the boys would be arriving in an hour or so. The news would have been a relief to her slightly grumbling hunger if it weren't for the fact that she wouldn't even be able to touch her own damn soulmate. All she could do was hope that Hoseok was doing fine from the short hour they'd been able to squeeze earlier in the day.

Insane.

That was the first word that came to Eunjae's mind when she came stumbling back into the room. Apparently someone had forgotten a bag full of accessories that were supposed to be worn tonight, so she'd had to run out to one of the three vans that belonged to Big Hit to hunt it down. Which was a pain in and of itself since it was dark outside and all of the vans lined up in the lot looked the exact same. Add in the fact that the bag had been hidden, tucked beneath the middle row of seats in the last van she checked, and you got a very flustered Eunjae.

She had no clue how long she'd been out there searching, but by the time she got back to the greenroom, the boys were already in their stylist's chairs getting their makeup done. Remembering the stupidly strict rules, Eunjae didn't spare them a glance. Which also meant she missed the brief look of surprise that flickered across Hoseok's face when he looked up and caught her reflection in the mirror.

Even if it weren't for the no-contact rule, she wouldn't have been able to hang out with them even if she'd wanted to. Mostly because the dressing room was a flurry of activity that passed by so fast that Eunjae barely even noticed the time. And because of course, Tiffany had decided to help get Hoseok ready herself instead of letting Eunjae assist. Which only served in making her dislike her all the more. 

If she was going to be like that throughout the whole tour, then how the hell was Eunjae going to be able to be around Hoseok at all? Hopefully the company would decide in favor of disclosing their soulmate connection, otherwise what was the point? It would just do more harm than good.

It wasn't even until the boys had left to take the stage that Eunjae actually got to take a break from the fluster of activity. The rest of the staff were either beginning to pack up their things or taking the time to sit down and relax a little bit. Someone had turned the television in the room on, so everyone could watch the performances.

Luckily by being backstage, Eunjae didn't have to fight to see over anyone out in the crowd of audience members. She was seated on one of the couches next to a coordi noona who had introduced herself a week ago as Yoona. She was a kind, older woman with long dark hair and perfect, flawless skin. While she didn't speak a lot of English, she had still tried her best to make Eunjae feel included.

On the television, she watched as the opening slow-yet-upbeat track started up. This was the first time that the title track of Bangtan's upcoming album was going to air and Eunjae would be lying if she said that she wasn't excited to hear it. The actual album release wasn't going to be for another two weeks, with the title track being dropped sometime around midnight tonight.

Just because she knew them in person, didn't make Eunjae any less of an ARMY. 

The stage was bright, encompassed by pink and purple lights. Each one of the boys had been dressed in a multicolored outfit consisting of a black, red, and blue color palette. While each of them looked good, she had a difficult time tearing her eyes off of her soulmate. Off of the way his skin glistened so prettily beneath the stage lights. And how perfectly in-sync he moved his body with the rest of them.

Confidence practically bled from his pores and he commanded the stage each and every time he took the center. Eunjae watched their live performances whenever she'd gotten the chance to, but there was something different about now knowing them that made it different. Made her feel different in a way that she couldn't quite put her finger on each time the camera tracked her soulmate dancing his way across the stage.

All three minutes and forty-four seconds that Bangtan spent performing passed by way too quickly. And before she knew it, they were finished and the television was cutting to commercial. Luckily, they'd been the last group to perform, so no one had to wait another few hours until the awards for the night were announced. Though it wasn't like Eunjae would have been able to watch who won anyway because she was put back to work the moment their performance was over.

She was too busy helping to load up the vans with the numerous boxes that had been packed back up to even get to see the boys. At least things weren't as hectic after the show like they'd been beforehand, but that didn't make it any less tiresome. The only thought that kept Eunjae going was that in less than an hour, she'd be back within the confides of her own apartment. Maybe then she'd be able to congratulate the boys on the win she knew that they were sure to secure.

It wasn't until she was staring out the car window on the drive back that she recognized exactly what it was that she'd felt both watching Hoseok perform. Her eyes widened, breath stilling in her throat. Oh shit.

She had a crush on her soulmate.

[thecanadianowl]

Justice league Snydercut review

Wow talk about a long movie. Remember Mass Effect's 3 shit endings that were later improved (sorta) with DLCs. Well that is kinda how this movie is.

Before we start this, I just wanna say that I was very impartial throughout the whole snydercut movement. I wasn't part of it but I do see the good that they did in regards to some of their charities and with how the fandom itself has been painted in a negative light. So its good that they got what they have been demanding for quite some time. Snyder as director for me, I really am not the biggest fan of. His movies have some great cinematic moments that look amazing but the context around it is what muddles it for me.

Is it better than Whedon's JL? YES. To start I'll look at some of the things that I do like.

I do like how it was split into parts.  Gives it that miniseries/Comic book feel

Thank god they removed that stupid cringy flash landing on top of Diana's chest scene.

Darkseid looks good. I know some people have issues with it but I liked it. I mean looking at it first glance has me convinced its Darkseid. His voice isn't too bad either. Reminds me a bit of Injustice 2.

As much as I have issues with Darkseid being introduced so early I do like that he had a brief confrontation/glaredown with the League, foreshadowing a possible in person encounter and that the League needs to expand if they are going to fight against Darkseid.  

Steppenwolf's design has greatly improved and looks better than before.

Loved the scenes between Alfred and Diana.  Wish there was more of that.

I loved how the movie added Cyborg, Aquaman and Flash attempting to stop Superman from getting to Batman. I also liked how in this version,  Batman pleading to Clark's humanity telling him that world needs him and he needs to snap out of it.  Also bonus for taking out that scene of Batman on the ground groaning about how old he is getting.

Okay seeing Clark get the black suit and having the voiceovers of both his father's merge together works in terms of Clark's arc into becoming the person he was meant to be. Also like the use of Zimmerman's Ideal of Hope score wished they let it play out a little longer.  Probably my favourite moment in the film is where Superman just takes Steppenwolf's Axe like its nothing and freezes it.

Now to go into some of the more critical stuff that bugged me when watching.

For a movie that is 4 hours long, pacing issues were bound to happen. I think the first example of this can be found in the opening with the Superman scream wave (which started to get a bit hilarious when his screams could be heard every now and then) hitting all three mother boxes. they are shown individually reacting to it and it takes time, where it could have just showed them together or an compilation of each of the motherboxes waking up. I know it Snyder's thing but tone down on the slow mo. Like some instances its fine (like with bullet time or Flash's scenes) but other instances I'm just like alright I get it.

The scene involving Cyborg transferring money into that single mother's bank account. Is he gonna do this for all the people suffering just like her? or just for that one person? I mean if you can hack into the world monetary system, you can solve a lot of financial issues affecting  the majoirty and not just one person. Did I miss the scene but why did Cyborg go from helping one poor person, suggesting the potential good he can do to change the world for the better  to "Fuck the world". Seems a bit inconsistent in character. Especially since he knows who Diana is (from what he says)  and that Parademons are after the motherbox. Maybe her offering help, you should take it? idk Vic. Also the whole Auto defense system malfunction, would it not be better if this was established beforehand where we see Vic struggling to maintain his body's autonomy leading up to the Superman confrontation? Prior to that it seemed he had it under control and his biggest conflict throughout the movie seemed more to be with him coming to terms with his new body. With that being said, Cyborg's character here is much more interesting and better than it was originally. I can see why Ray Fisher is so pissed (well that and the abuse he faced).  I am glad this was improved and gave the character a lot more to do.

The movie still has the same issue as before in regards to the whole motherbox plot and how convenient it was that all three are located on earth. You would think that with the involvement of Darkseid/Steppenwolf that separating them to distinct locations across space would make it more difficult to collect them. I mean we know that the Green Lanterns exist (we saw one get chomped), you'd think that they or the guardians would take one and secure it on Oa. The pushback to this would be "well there was only one green lantern and he died, so how could they retrieve the box?" which begs my question, why send only one? I mean it has been established that Darkseid is a known conqueror of worlds, you'd think the Guardians would be smart enough to send more than one Lantern to aid Earth in their fight.  Did they not think it would be a good idea to have the corps be more involved/keep an eye on earth since it is the only planet that was able to repel Darkseid's forces?

Why is it that the best idea of security when it comes to humans is to bury it? Would it not be better in optics to look over it and know its location instead of dropping it somewhere on the off chance that someone might find it due to being  curious or the land changing/altering  making the box more easy to attain? A situation as dire/serious as this, you would think that the Amazons/Atlanteans would have been better prepped with armor/weapons for such an event. I mean you have the arrow of Artemis that shoots quite a distance to give Diana a message but not some kind of weapon that hurts/cripples Steppenwolf? Or better yet, how about the moment that the boxes started acting up after Superman's death, that Atlantis/Themiscarya would put aside any differences they had with one another and to the outside world to come together to secure the boxes?  How could Darkseid forget the name of the only planet that was able to force him to retreat? nor does he know that it harbors the anti life?

Did this movie break Aquaman's continuity? because from the dialogue between Mera and Arthur, its implied that Atlanna abandoned/left Arthur at Tom's doorsteps whereas in the movie,  we see Atlanna spend a couple of years with Tom and raising baby Arthur before she was forced to come back. You'd think Zack being a producer for the Aquaman  movie would have edited that line or made it more clear. Well that or James Wan F'ed up when making the movie.

"I've never seen a being as strong as Steppenwolf" Did Diana just forget Ares aka the god of war who killed the Greek Pantheon/Old gods and orchestrated the first World War? Hell from the looks of the flashback it seemed Ares (I'm assuming its Ares, if its Hades, my bad) was getting some good hits in on Darkseid, who is superior to Steppenwolf.  While we are on the topic of Diana, it's a bit odd that Snyder who  was a producer on WW84 where one of the biggest focuses on the movie that Patty Jenkins talked about was how Diana doesn't solve her problems with violence (even though her primary weapons in this movie are a sword and shield but okay. Then again New 52 hasn't done a good job in disproving that), yet in this movie we see her using her gauntlet smash to fucking kill the one remaining terorrist. Like sure you can argue that they were terrorists and deserve to die, but given how easy and quick it was for her to take out the previous guys, why do something that runs the risks of destroying the very building that you are in (with hostages). I mean from the look of the blast and how much debris fell from the building outside, and it was a miracle no one (but the terrorist) got hurt/killed.

Why did Steppenwolf  kidnap  them in the first place? Just use that mind extracting device you used on the Atlantean soldier to see if they know. Seems like a waste of time to collect them in one location only to interrogate them later.

Okay, I'm sorry but even in this cut I still don't like Miller's Barry Allen. He isn't as bad as he was in the theatrical cut but man does it stick out. When he is helping to escort the kidnapped civilians out, why doesn't he just grab them and transfer them to a safe distance? He even makes a comment about how slow they are going. Can I also just say how weird it is for Barry to take time saving Iris to caress her hair and look at her more creepily in slow mo? Like yeah its in slow mo but still I think your priority should be to get everyone to safety as quick as possible and check if anyone else could get hurt.  I will admit that Barry's speech as he is running so fast to reverse time at the end was really good. Tho the more I think about all the slow mo Flash scenes are good.

They still kept the "Let's use the mother box to bring back Superman plot". Why? This is a piece of tech that you don't fully understand how it works and you are going on the whims of someone you just met. Especially if they come back as a different person/mindset all together.  If Superman 's death was the reason that allowed for the Mother box to call to Steppenwolf/Darkseid, what the hell were they doing prior to Superman's arrival on earth? I mean we've seen how easy it was for Steppenwolf to attain the two boxes even if they were guarded, so why the wait ?. I get that Batman is going through an arc and trying to change from the person he was but how does go from "1% chance of absolute certainty" to "let's go on a whim and have faith" when it comes to resurrecting Superman? 

Its gonna be awkward as to how Clark will explain his sudden return from the grave around the same time Superman came back.

I was wondering when the Knightmare scene will play out. Jared leto's Joker isn't over with me, it seems way too try-hard to be edgy. Other than that yeah, not much I can say about it. Tho do we seriously need another iteration where Superman (or someone with Superman like powers) is evil?

I also love how nonchalant Bruce is about J'onn appearing in front him. However the revelation that J'onn was that army general all the time breaks so much of continuity (and just why now did you decide to show up and help and not idk the time Zod invaded and nearly  terraformed earth, HELL WHY TF DIDN'T SHOW UP TO HELP THE LEAGUE IF YOU KNEW ABOUT DARKSEID, I'M SORRY TO RAG ON BUT REALLY THIS CAMEO JUST OPENS UP SO MANY QUESTIONS, IT JUST SEEMS LIKE AN "PALPATINE WAS BEHIND THIS ALL ALONG" KIND OF THING ).

In terms of getting a sequel, I am not sure if WB is going to go through with it given that their current vision seems to be a different route than the one Snyder intended so who knows. Despite my criticisms I do believe this is Snyder's best DCEU film to date and probably one of his better films. You could tell that he put in a lot to make this. The movie itself does have issues mostly due to the plot surrounding the motherbox as well as pacing. I would say it's worth the watch at least once, though I think its best to watch it in doses rather than one sitting. Ultimately this is the version that we should have gotten and I can see why so many people who were supportive of Zack wanted or vouched for him to finish it. Regardless, I think the very least I am happy for Snyder. If you like Snyder's previous stuff, you will like this one, if you don't, your perception of the film won't change significantly other than some cool bits here and there.  

[sunnyie-eve]

Somebody To Love (Part 11- Galileos)

(Ben!RogerTaylor)

Word count: 1,998

Warnings: Language

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"You hate it too, don't you." His head falls when he sees my face after he read all the lyrics to me. "I don't hate it... it's just... it's your kind of song and not something I would jam out to." I pick his head up. "It's not terrible, Roger. Just a tad weird and funny. But since you like the song so much, I shouldn't shit on it. Before anyone judges it, I think they should wait to hear the final project." I smile at him to cheer him up. "So you like Brian's cheese lyric more?" He raises an eyebrow at me. "Not really. I like Deaky's song the most." I smile at him and he hits me.

"Of course you do. You love Deaky more than me and Brian." He lays back in the grass. "I do not! I love you all equally!" I slap his leg and he sits back up. "I call bullshit, you've gotten with the two of them in the pass." He smirks at me. "When did you find out about Me and Deaky? We didn't tell any of you." I look at him shocked. "Anytime you two drank around us I always say the glances between you two. Then you both say you're ready for bed. I mean, I found it obvious while the others were clueless." He laughs and I roll my eyes at him. "Why did you keep it to yourself for the last two years?" I ask him resting my arms on my knees.

"Wasn't my business to tell people. You two were secretive about so." He shrugs his shoulders and I smile at him. "How are you and relationships working out? You're the only one without a girlfriend." I wink at him and him hit me, "What about you? You don't have a boyfriend." I roll my eyes. "Tell me, when do I have time to meet guys? I'm always doing stuff for you four on tour and in the studio." I lay back on the grass looking at the sky. "Well it's sorta the same for me too. Touring, studio, so I don't have time to actually get to know someone. The girls I get with are just for fun, and they don't want anything but that." He lays next to me looking at me.

"Well we both suck at finding someone." I laugh then fell him hold my hand. "We'll find someone at some point." He says looking up at the sky. "Yeah, everyone has someone out there for them. It just takes time to find that person." I look back up at the sky again. We stay like this till we hear yelling in the distance, "WHAT IN THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU TEO DOING! WE HAVE WORK TO DO!" I sit up and see Paul scream at us in the distance. "I'm never going to like him." I say standing up then help Roger up. "Me neither." He wraps his arm around me shoulder as we walk back.

~

"Busy day today lads!" I hear Paul yell walking through the house banging on a few doors. "Right, it's Brian's day in the recording studio." I stretch in bed making sure not to hit Roger. I get out of bed and grab clothes to change into. To be honest I didn't mind about changing my trousers in front of Roger, but I go to the bathroom to put my shirt on.

We all make our way to the recording studio and Paul stops me. "Why don't you do your job and make us some coffee." He smiles and pushes me into the kitchen as they carried on. "Why don't you do your job and make us some coffee." I mock him while I start to make coffee. "Thank you, Alice." I hear Roger behind me and I turn around to see him sitting down. "You're welcome, Roger." I smile turning back around. "That's what I forgot to talk to you about yesterday on the hill. Why don't you call me other names? Brian is Bri and John is Deaky. I'm just plain old Roger." He turns me around to face him. "I don't know? Now go before Paul yells at me." I shove him away from me.

Once the coffee was finished I brought everyone their coffee. I put Brian's on the table since he was already playing. "Thank you darling." Fred takes his drink and I hand Paul his. "You're Welcome." I give him a fake smile before going to sit next to Roger on the sofa. As Brian plays I lean back into the sofa tossing my legs on Roger's lap and he smiles at me. Once everyone finished their coffee they went straight to drinking alcohol. "Alice, make me a glass." Paul hands me his glass and I take it from him and pour him another one. "Here." I hand it back at him and sit next to Roger again.

"Give me that." I take the cigarette out of his hand and take a drag off it shocking him and Deaky. "You don't smoke." Roger says turning to look at me. "Nope, but I needed a drag." I say eyeing Paul who was eyeing Fred like he was some candy. I give Roger back his cigarette as Brian finishes he part he was on. "That was pretty damn good. Brilliant, I loved that." Fred says but didn't press the button. "Press the button, Freddie." Me and Brian say at the same time.

"It's good umm... play it like you wrote it." Fred tells him. "Well I did, I wrote that part." Brian says sorta confused. "Taking the piss." Fred laughs and I catch Paul glare at me. I give him the what face and he turns away, "I was smoking that!" Roger complains as I pull the cigarette out of his mouth to take a puff. "Quick your whining rockstar." I backhand his arm and he rubs it. "Here you go baby." I shove it back in his mouth and lean back crossing my arms over my chest. I just want to ring his neck and hang him from a tree. Ugh Paul!!!!

Fred tells Deaky to start the tape again and he does what he's told. Roger looks back at me and slightly smiles. "What are you smiling at?" I ask him completely annoyed because of Paul. "You're just too cute when you're grumpy." He squeezes my thigh and I just glare at him. I sit up and take off his sunglasses, "Why do you have theses on inside? You look ridiculous, you know." I smile at him placing them on top Of my head. "Because I can. They go good with your outfit." He smiles at me as he takes a sip from his drink.

"We came here for no distractions, so would you two stop flirting with each other. Alice, go make us something to eat." Paul turns to face us and I had enough with him. "I'm not flirting with him, and I'll go make everyone but you lunch. Because I like everyone but you, also everyone is busy and you're not. You're just looking at something you want." I flip him off walking to the kitchen to make some fucking sandwiches. "I should literally just quit. I'm done, with his bloody fucking mouth." I talk to myself alone making the last sandwich.

"Don't do that, I'll miss you too much." Roger scares me as he was standing right behind me. "Don't you ever do that again! You almost gave me a heart attack." I hit his chest and he grabs my hands, "Hey, fuck Paul. He just needs to piss off." Roger says in a calm voice nodding his head. "Yeah, into a blackhole where he can never leave." I say in a serious tone making Roger laugh. "See, this is why I love you so much." He pinches my cheeks as I just stand there. "Because I'm rude and a bitch?" I ask confused. "No, because you don't put up with shitty people." He says taking the sandwiches off the counter.

~

Today was Roger's turn in the recording studio and while Fred made him do one part. I helped Brian with his puzzle books sitting on the couch with him. "How was that?" Roger asks. "Freddie?" Deaky asks Fred, "Higher." He says and me and Brain look at him. "Can you go a bit higher?" Deaky asks Roger in the studio. "If I go any higher, only dogs will hear me." He tells us. "Freddie's note, sorry." Deaky tells him, "Go on, roll the tape." He says not wanting to.

I stand up and walk up behind Deaky to watch Roger better. "Higher." Fred says again and I point my hand up to tell him higher. "Jesus! How many more Galileos do you want?" Roger asks getting to the annoyed point. They do more and more overdubs while I just start to laugh at Roger. "Who even is Galileo?" He asks putting his hands in his hips. Deaky goes on and tells him a few more and we wait for Fred to say something. "My nuts feel like they're in my chest right now. Are we done?" Roger asks and I get a huge grin holding in my laughter or else I hear Paul's big mouth. "That's it. He loves you." I say as Deaky presses the button.

After Roger finishes the other parts Fred wanted him to sing, he rejoins us flopping down on the chair. "Hey, if you want your nuts to go back where they belong... I can punch you hard enough in the chest." I joke and his get out of his chair to hit me. "I saw you laughing at me the whole bloody time." He drags me over to the chair so he can sit down with me on his lap. "Well I can't lie and say I didn't." I laugh and he hits my arm again. "We should get back to work now." Paul looks at me and I roll my eyes. "Let us have the rest of the day off. It's Alice's 25th birthday." Roger hold me close to him. "We're already behind on schedule, No." He says standing up now. "It's alright if we stop for today. Roger already finishes his part." Fred says leaving the room clapping his hands.

"You're going to make the band fail." Paul looks straight at me. "Hey, I think you should knock it off now!" Roger raises his voice at Paul. "Why should I and why are you standing up for her? You want to get in her pants? Has she not shagged you yet like... I assume the other two?" Paul laughs and Roger careful removes me to stand up. "Listen here you-!" I run up to him and Brian jumps between the two, "Don't even talk about Alice like that again. She's not one of those girls." Brian points how finger at Paul and Deaky walks over to us. "Just don't ever talk about her or tell her what to do. She works for us not you."

We all leave the room and I just go straight outside to the rooms to go take a bloody nap. Of course once I got comfy someone had to walk in. "Alice." Roger sits down next to me. "What, Rog?" I asks looking back at him and he was smiling. "Why are you smiling?" I sit up now to look at him. "You called me Rog and not Roger." He smiles like an idiot. "You're an idiot, you know that right?" I say and he nods his head. "Yep, for many reasons actually. One, because you called me something more the just Roger. Two, I made a song about being in love with a car. Three, I used to sleep with many of girl for fun. Four, I'm not very smart. And last but least five... I'm in love with you."

[mittensmorgul]

One thing that stuck out to me about last night's ep was that with all the stuff Michael was saying about why Dean said yes, Dean never actually argued or refuted any of it. I'm not sure if that means that on some level its true, or if Dean *thinks* it might be true, or if its just Dean not wanting to talk about feelings.

Well, we know the data set Michael is working with, but like Metatron failed to understand the full emotional undercurrent of the data set he’d been working with back in s9, for example, Michael just… doesn’t really understand it.

(and with Michael, he doesn’t really CARE about understanding it, as long as he’s getting what he wanted– ie Dean’s silence)

Or to give another example. Toni Bevell’s kinda-sorta accurate (but occasionally outright wrong) but wildly misinterpreted data on the Winchesters back in 11.23 and s12.  (I started collecting this table of disinformation under the tag THE MURDER BOARD! but it eventually evolved into the men of letters vs hunters tag, because boy HOWDY did the MoL have some fundamental misunderstandings about, like… everything…)

But back to this specific scenario, because I think it’s important to look at what Michael said exactly here, because Dean’s response reminded me a heck of a lot of his response to Tony asking him about Benny in 12.02– you know, the vampire you befriended and brought out of Purgatory, she asked him, four years after Dean had last seen him, I mean… not exactly the freshest take on Dean’s speed dial there…

Michael: Well, this is fun.Dean: Get out of my head.Michael: You don’t mean that, Dean, not really. You may lie to them, but, deep down, I know you. I am you. You only tolerate the angel because you think you owe him, because he ‘gripped you tight and raised you from Perdition.’ Or whatever. But since then, what has he done? Only made mistakes, one after the other. And, Sam – oh, Sam You know, Dean was his happiest when you quit hunting, leaving him with your dad, just the two of them. See, deep down, he knows that you will always abandon him, again and again.Dean: Shut up!Michael: You don’t need them. You don’t even like them. They’re not your family – they’re your responsibilities. They’re a weight around your neck. And deep down, you wanted – you were desperate to get away from them. And that is why you said yes.

Let’s break this down point by point:

- You only tolerate the angel because you think you owe him, because he “gripped you tight and raised you from Perdition.” Or whatever. But since then, what has he done? Only made mistakes, one after the other.

Well, maybe Dean has thought that think in the past– like possibly during s4. I mean, in 4.16 he literally told Cas he’d made a mistake, picked the wrong guy to save the world. In his darkest moments, yeah. He’s probably thought Cas had made mistakes. I mean, in 7.02, while clutching Cas’s soaking wet coat immediately after his apparent death, and in the immediate aftermath of a horrific couple of days of feeling betrayed and abandoned by Cas in the worst possibly ways, Dean calls him “dumb son of a bitch” with a hitch in his voice and abject sadness and loss. I mean… This was s7 Dean speaking here, if anything.

And because Michael is Bad At Stories, he thinks this one out of context Bad Thought Dean had a long time ago is an accurate representation of everything Dean thinks about Cas overall. Because remember, Michael wasn’t trying to be honest here. He was trying to hurt everyone, to keep them distracted to buy himself time.

But to suggest that Dean really, truly feels that way about Cas, at his deepest core? It just… whoa that’s so far from the truth as to be horrifying, you know? If Michael actually believes that, then it just serves to prove how terrible he is at understanding stories.

I think it’s at least in PART Michael’s own judgment of Cas based on what HE believes about most of Cas’s actions in this universe, in direct comparison to the Castiel he knew in his own universe. And Cas has already passed judgment and dismissed Michael’s opinions on THAT.

But yeah, it’s also in part because somewhere deep down, Dean’s gotta know that this is something that Cas is afraid of– because Cas has TOLD him, multiple times over the years. From the end of s7 when Cas was ashamed and horrified and consumed with guilt over his mistakes, to the self-doubt that drove him to say yes to Lucifer in 11.10, to his painful need to bring a win home to Dean in 12.19… Dean understands this is one of Cas’s biggest issues. Therefore Michael would understand that saying this out loud had the potential to hurt Cas the deepest.

Let’s move on to the next point, shall we?

-And, Sam – oh, Sam You know, Dean was his happiest when you quit hunting, leaving him with your dad, just the two of them. See, deep down, he knows that you will always abandon him, again and again.

Immediately after this, Dean breaks in with SHUT UP!

Because there’s got to be some kernel of truth buried in there. I mean, Dean wasn’t happiest hunting alone with John. We know that based on fourteen years of watching Dean struggle to pry himself out from under John’s thumb. Sure, he put on a face of bravado back then, even going back to when he and Sam were kids– like in 3.08 trying to convince Sam that John was some kind of superhero, and putting a positive spin on the horrors he’d spent his life to that point trying desperately to shield Sam from. This is not just a simple issue that Michael has laid down on the table. It pokes at one of Dean’s deepest fears– that Sam WILL abandon him, or will choose a different life, run away to pretend to be normal. And yeah, he’s had to confront that over and over again in the course of the series, but it still hurts. Even if he knows they’re at a completely different place now then they once were about this.

This also pokes at the Performing Dean facade that sprouted from having essentially been placed as the emotional middle man in their family– knowing about the supernatural and protecting Sam from it at all costs. It tore him up, and he erected this safety zone around himself out of self-defense. Yeah, that mask has slipped a lot over the years, and Sam’s had more than a few peeks behind it at Dean’s squishy center, but this was Michael essentially using the fact the facade exists at all as a weapon targeted to hurt both Dean and Sam. Because this is all part of that lie, that everything was hunky-dory with John, as long as they stayed in line and followed orders.

Because heck, that’s kind of how Michael sees himself. He followed all the orders and was disappointed by his father in the end. But unlike Dean, Michael never actually learned to deal with it. Never learned that his father’s orders were maybe flawed. Never learned to think for himself, or try to become better than that himself. He just went right on blaming his own father for his failures. And we KNOW that Dean hasn’t done that. (and I think we’re gonna see that borne out in 14.13, which I am SO excited for)

But this also hurts Sam, because Sam KNOWS that the night he left for college was one of the WORST nights of Dean’s life. It was writ plain on Dean’s face in 5.16, when he learned that it was one of Sam’s “heaven memories.” So again, this is Michael maybe not understanding the context, only reading “WORST MEMORY” and thinking he’s hurling it like a truth bomb, when it’s more of an expired stink bomb…

That said, let’s move on to what Michael thought was gonna be the kicker:

-You don’t need them. You don’t even like them. They’re not your family – they’re your responsibilities. They’re a weight around your neck. And deep down, you wanted – you were desperate to get away from them. And that is why you said yes

Heck, maybe Demon!Dean would’ve had this thought. I mean, Demon!Dean kinda did say something like this in 10.03: 

Dean: You notice I tried to get as far away from you possible? Away from your whining, your complaining. I chose the King of Hell over you. Maybe I was just… tired of babysitting you. Or always having to yank your lame ass out of the fire, since… forever. Or maybe – maybe it was the fact that my mother would still be alive if it wasn’t for you. That your very existence sucked the life out of my life.Sam: This isn’t my brother talking.Dean: You never had a brother. Just an excuse for not manning up. But guess what. I quit.Sam: No. No you don’t. You don’t get to quit. We don’t get to quit in this family. This family is all we’ve ever had!Dean: Well then we got nothin’.

But like Michael, Demon!Dean was kind of a nihilist, yes? He was driven to demonhood by the literal actual Darkness that only wanted to destroy all of creation. He didn’t care about ANYTHING. Not Baby, not Cas, not Sam… NOTHING. And his entire line of thinking here is just tainted by the worst thoughts he’d ever had on the subject. It was like talking to someone in the midst of a depressive episode. He couldn’t see any joy in anything, and that’s just not the Dean we know and love. It was the bleakest, most hopeless part of him made visceral.

But again, Michael lobbed this bomb entirely without context. The fact that Dean was ASHAMED after the fact of how he acted as a demon, and under the Mark’s influence. Because when he hadn’t had all the best parts of himself submerged into this darkness, we know he’d never in a million years feel that way about Sam (or Cas). It’s like Soulless!Sam telling Dean he just didn’t care about anything, because he didn’t have the equipment to care. So unless you can accept that Soulless!Sam spoke absolute truths about how Sam really feels, then you can’t assume that Demon!Dean truly spoke Dean’s honest feelings.

Because we KNOW why Dean said yes to Michael. It wasn’t about wanting to run away from his family. Quite the opposite. He was willing to throw himself on that grenade in the hopes of SAVING his family. And I don’t think that’s ever been in doubt, by anyone.

And wow, heck, this is getting long…

So I’ll just say, Michael was cherry-picking out of context moments from Dean’s memory bank and making wild assumptions based on them, while disregarding literally everything else we know and love about Dean in order to try and cause Dean, Cas, and Sam as much pain as possible. It was a delay tactic that he was almost relying on to either hit the mark emotionally and lead to immediate surrender, or else baffle and dazzle until his cavalry arrived to murderize everyone for him. And he failed. Because he’s just that bad at stories.

[dazedbymalum]

Monster Among Men - 010

Calum

"Um...what?" The words stumble from Harlow's mouth slowly and I shrug.

"I'm just sayin, you said you have no plans, I don't ever have shit to do, well...I work tonight, but that's not until later."

She bites her lip and shrugs. Come on babe, yes or no. Why's it so difficult for her to speak?

"Angel, you're doing it again. Use your words, I know you can." I remind her.

I watch as her cheeks turn pink, once again and I smirk. "I-I don't know Calum..." she mumbles while avoiding my gaze.

"What's wrong?" I sigh and watch her intently and I can practically see the words wanting to roll off her tongue but she stays silent. "Harlow? I asked you a question, answer me please." I huff and see her sink down into the bed, making her look even smaller than she is.

"I don't wanna sleep with you." She squeaks out almost inaudibly. I raise an eyebrow at her "what?"

I watch as she takes a deep breath "I don't wanna sleep with you Calum, and no I don't mean just sleeping with you, I mean sleeping with you."

I feel a pang in my chest at her words, not because she's rejecting sex, but because she automatically assumes that's what I'm trying to get out of her. Yes, that's what I was trying to do at first which doesn't make any fucking sense now that I actually think about it...but that's besides the fact.

"I—I'm not trying to fuck you Harlow." I stutter and feel anxious for the first time. What's this weird uneasy feeling in my stomach? I don't fucking understand this shit.

"You're not?" She looks up at me confused and I shake my head "N-no...that would be wrong."

"That's not what you were saying yesterday...or the day before either" she mumbles softly to herself, actually sounding quite upset. I frown as she starts to untangle herself from me, I don't stop her because she looks uncomfortable.

"Harlow..." I sit up and call her name.

"Calum, I think you should just go home...please." She avoids my gaze and I open my mouth to argue but no words come out.

What? Go home?

"I—okay...I'll see ya." I mumble and get up and leave the room, making my way out and grabbing my shoes.

What was that? I just left and now I'm sitting in my living room wondering what the fuck has happened to me in the past 48 hours of knowing this hoodie-wearing, braided-hair-wearing, quiet, innocent girl.

I went from scoping her, to thinking she was a prude bitch, to wanting to fuck her, to intimidating her, to taking her on a coffee date thing, and then I spent the night at her place...which also happens to be on the floor below me...and then I still didn't sleep with her, but I did sleep with her, and then when she asked me to leave I did with no arguing. What the fuck?

Harlow

What just happened? The past two days have been a complete blur and that's extremely crazy and overwhelming for me. My life is normal. I work at the grocery store and the book store. I have a sweet dog that's my best friend. I have my actual best friend that I've know for years because of tumblr. I live in my apartment, and it's pretty nice, cozy place. And then, all of a sudden something...or rather someone, has crashed into my boring life and his name is Calum. He was, is, what I always wanted to avoid and now it seems, just from our mere hours of knowing each other, our lives are already way too entangled than what we both had in mind.

Last night was...nice? Obviously I was extremely anxious about the entire situation at first, but for some reason, this angry man has a strange calmness about his presence and I think that's why he is so intimidating.

Nothing he did or said last night was really bad either, and yeah, I can't say much especially with my lack of knowledge about Calum, but as a quiet, outcast, I like to think I can kinda read people a little better than an average, actually socialized person. When you're the quiet kid you tend to listen and with listening comes learning and the way people talk and/or approach me or others usually tells me everything I need to know about someone.

I can tell that Calum is usually scary intimidating boy I met at Tim's and that coffee date, Breakfast Club-watching boy is totally out of his comfort zone. I wonder if he's ever had a real girlfriend? I wonder if the bad boy thing is an act to just get girls because he so craves something real deep down inside himself?

I don't know.

... To: Harlow ;) hey. i know i literally just left your place, and i'm kinda not used to this sorta thing? but i just wanted to apologize if i made you uncomfortable or some shit like that, i would really like to chill with you again love...again, i'm sorry :/ ...

My phone dings and I see the text from Calum and I furrow my eyebrows, what the heck?

... To: Calum It's okay Calum, I was, still am, just a bit confused and would prefer this, whatever this is?? To be respectful and yeah, you've just been sending very mixed signals. To: Harlow ;) Again, i'm sorry about that. i don't really know wtf my deal is honestly, i'm hella confused babe, but i know for a fact, despite only knowing you for as little as i have, i am interested, and i swear it's beyond the fucking and let me tell you, as crazy as my usual habits sound to you, not just being interested in that kinda uh idk confuses and low key scares the fuck out of me To: Calum and that's okay. if you are so keen to this idea, which boggles my mind btw, why don't we start over? I feel as if our start had been somewhat of an unfortunate mishap To: Harlow ;) i'd like that. ...

Whoa, what just happened? What does this mean?

[jayisabells]

I currently have constant talentless nana brainworms, so I must speak

(Spoilers up to chap 71)

(still have not read chap 72) (also this is based off what I remember)

Who exactly is Jin? Siblings? Nana's parents and the talented? The numbers?

I really like Jin, I find him an interesting character. By Jin, I mean the impersonator we first meet, not the real "Jin" who is in a coma (I think?).

There are two major questions regarding Jin. Who is he really? And who is/the importance of the real "Jin?"

We do know that Jin was part of the last group of students, before the story takes place, that went to the school on the islands. These students were rallied against each other through the actions of one student, leading to all of them to fight to the death. (Occured 5 years ago?)

Jin is the only survivor. I believe Jin, the impersonator, is the sole survivor, not the real Jin. I doubt that if both of them had survived, Jin would have been able to take them to the mainland, and somehow get medical help for the real Jin. Meaning the real Jin is either someons Jin knew about before going to the school, possibly already impersonating the real Jin at this time. Or when he went back to his grandmother after the events on the island, he met the real Jin.

Discussion of the true identity of impersantor Jin leads to who is related to who. I feel that the manga is heading towards Jin, Nana, or Kyouya being related. As in, which is the pair of brother and sister.

Given that we don't know the true identity of impersonator Jin, it is quite possible Jin is actually a girl. Possibly leading to Jin being Kyouya's younger sister.

I would like to note the type of language Kyouya used to refer to his classmates. "My dear," which according to the wiki, in Japanese he is using a way of refering to others that is very much no longer used in modern times. This adds along to Kyouya's immortality; however, I don't think he is real old in comparison to his classmates. Could he possibly be older than Jin (approx. 20 I think)? Yes. Do I think he is? Maybe... I'm not too sure. I feel that his language could just be attributed to reading up older novels after he loses his memories.

There is not much to add to Jin being Kyouya's younger sister other than that the timelines sorta of much up. His sister was most likely in the same class as Jin. If Jin isn't his sister, then she is most likely dead (ie. the dead body that fit her description when the bodies of old students were necromanced). Or Kyouya's sister is Nana.

Kyouya mentions that his younger sister had pigtails just like Nana, which is the only description we have of her. Kyouya and Nana both have teal eyes and at least some white in their hair (Kyouya's being fully white). Kyouya believes his sister was sent to the island (5 years ago?). Now we don't know how old Nana was when her parents died and was later raised by Tsuroka. So she could have possibly 10 (assuming the series started when she was 15). Nana mentions she never knew her brother and he had already left the house when she she was a kid. This either leads to Kyouya being an adult or Nana's parents sending him away for some reason. Kyouya's memory drawback would have prevented him from recognizing her.

Jin could also be Nana's older brother. Either impersonator Jin or real Jin. There is not much to this other than if Jin was already at the island when Nana's parents died, that would explain why he already left the house (or the true impersonator is actually much older than I think). Although it appears impersonator Jin visited his grandmother to see her one more time before he goes into hiding. Nana never actual mentions a grandmother, but does mention her aunt and cousins. It could be that it never came up, but I feel if Jin was Nana's brother, he would have gone to her before he went into hiding as well. Unless he thought Nana died too or just couldn't find her. It could be this grandma mentioned is the real Jin's or that the real Jin is actually Nana's brother. Interestingly enough, the last time we saw Jin, he told Nana he knew something about her brother before everyone got captured and the timeskip. Either Jin found out/realized the person he is impersonating is Nana's brother or he knows who Nana's brother is. I feel if the true impersonator Jin was actually Nana's brother, he would have revealed it sooner (like when he heard Nana's backstory).

This leads to Nana's parents. Her parents worked for the government, something involving talented people. However, they were secretly working with a talented resistance, leading to their assassination by Tsuroka. This leads me to believe that Nana's older brother could have possibly been sent away to protect him from the government. Or they were forced to send him to the island. Or maybe some type of incident occurred leading to them to work against the government. That either being targeted by them (which could lead to being sent away, sent to the island, or accident (real Jin)).

Either way, Nana's parents have always worked against the government or were compelled to do so. I do wonder if the government actually uses talented people, such as the collaboration between Nanao and Tsuroka, for their advantage.

I am talking about the numbers Nana has at the beginning that are predictions on how many casualties the talented students will cause as the future. Jin was suspicious on why the government would come up with fake numbers in the first place. It could be argues that Nana would not have had any of the guts to kill her classmates if she didn't know the extent of the threat the talented posed against humanity. She even used those calculations to assure herself that she was doing the right thing. If pushing Nanao off cliff would save a million lives, she could do it.

However, we later learn the government officials who agreed to send her to the island to kill her classmates, or at least become the catalyst, did it as joke. They thought she would fail, and they found that humourous, so why bother with the numbers to begin with? Would the numbers eventually turn the class against each other? Are there any merit to the numbers?

There are talented people willing to work against other talentented people if it benefits them or protects them. This is something we are seeing in the current arch, with the watchmen. An talented individual with some type of future seeing ability could have come up with this number. Who knows.

I just find it interesting that by Nana not successfully killing Nanao has possibly led to Nanao filling is casualty quota.

Here are some crack theories I have:

- Jin's grandmother is also Moe's grandmother

- Nanao and Nana siblings??? Jin and Nanao siblings??? Tsuroka????? Jin is Nana's dad????

- I forgot her name with the fake twin sister is also Nana's sibling

- Michiru my beloved

[novacity-pod]

Maladie and Venus go to see Mr. Steele

GM: While all of this is going down, what are maladie and venus up to?

Venus: Venus is gonna go check up on Ash.

GM: You ask around if anyone has seen Ash, and if anyone knows where she is, but she currently isn't in the building. You've been told that she's out helping track some traces of magic with a small squad of some other magic users, August included.

Venus: Venus sorta just wanders back over to where Maladie is, looking dejected.

Maladie: Despite not knowing that Venus was looking for Ash, Maladie still suspects that's why she looks so downtrodden.

"Ash isn't here?"

Venus: Venus briefly looks surprised, and then embarrassed.

"No, she's out on a mission, I was just- its-"

She shakes her head

"Nevermind that, why do you care?"

Maladie: "No reason, you just looked sad is all, so I assumed. It means she's out of the infirmary though, so...silver lining?"

Venus: "Yeah I guess, doesn't mean she's completely alright though....I was just really hoping to check up on her."

Maladie: "Well, maybe next time then. I'm sure wherever she's been sent she's doing just fine. Speaking of magic users, I'm gonna go talk to Steele about something, unless you have any other ideas besides sitting around waiting for the meeting."

Venus; "Oh- uh, nah not really. Mind if I come with?"

Maladie' "Hm...Sure, I don't see why not. It's really just magic lessons catered to just me, but I'm sure Steele wouldn't mind a plus one."

Venus: She nods hastily

"Cool, cool, lead the way."

Maladie: Maladie heads to Steele's office with Venus in tow. Arriving at his door, she knocks to see if he is inside

Jupiter Steele: You hear shuffling behind the door, and you hear a voice from inside say,

"Come in!"

Maladie: Maladie opens the door and walks in, also letting Venus in. She sits down in the chair on the other side of Steele's desk.

"Afternoon, Mr. Steele. Been a while since I've checked in and we finished our mission a little early today, so Venus tagged along. Hope you don't mind."

Venus: Venus lingers awkwardly by the doorway, and give a little wave

Jupiter Steele: "Oh! Maladie, I wasn't expecting you today. And Venus!"

He smiles warmly at Venus in the doorway.

"Always a pleasure to see you. Please, come in, come in."

Venus: She finally comes in and takes a seat.

Jupiter Steele: "It's lovely to see you both. What brings you into my office today you two?"

Maladie: "I just wanted to discuss...'the recent incident'. I've already talked to Dr. Molynsi about it and I'd like to take the extra stride to avoid it happening again."

Jupiter Steele: Jupiter blinks in surprise, and looks between both Maladie and Venus.

"The... incident? In the library? That was your doing?"

Venus: She lets out a puff of air.

"Mostly her's, yeah."

Maladie: Maladie gives a very brief side glare at Venus before looking back at Steele, her face straightened.

"Yes. I was the reason the altercation turned physical."

Jupiter Steele: He turns towards Maladie, and sighs.

"No need to be so formal about this. But, unfortunately, outbursts like these do happen. However, I'm not saying that it's entirely your fault, though."

He leans back in his chair a little bit, his hand coming up to his chin as he looks down, seemingly lost in thought.

"Your magic is... heavily dependent on your emotions. Which emotions in particular... I'm not too sure. But they tend to overwhelm you and overpower you, leading to events like this."

He glances back up at you, Maladie.

"But this is all a hypothetical on my end."

Maladie: Maladie looks down at her legs and clasps her hands together in her lap.

"I...No. Not being able to control it is just an excuse. I needed more discipline. That's it. I can control it and I just didn't at the time. I know it. Please do not attempt to sugarcoat this."

Jupiter Steele: Jupiter blinks at Maladie's response, raising his eyebrows a little bit.

"No- Maladie- I just said it's not entirely your fault. I meant that literally. You're still new at learning to properly control your powers as well- it's not going to happen over the span of two months."

He sits up in his chair, putting his hands together on the table.

"What did I tell you the first time we met? It's like a muscle. You need to train it more in order for it to become stronger. That's just how our-"

he gestures to everyone in the room "magic works in our bodies."

His voice becomes softer, as he says,

"I'm not holding this against you, Maladie."

He looks over at Venus.

"Venus, do you mind telling me what exactly happened at the library?"

Maladie: She narrowly almost cuts Steel off towards the end of his last sentence.

"But I've been doing this for years now! I should be better, I shouldn't be relying purely on just my instincts. I-*ahem* ...I thought I had been at least exercising caution all these years, but if I'm able to slip so easily, then I guess I was wrong."

Jupiter Steele: Jupiter's voice is still soft, not a trace of anger behind his words.

"Maladie. I'm not holding what happened against you. You're allowed to mess up."

Venus: Venus leans forward as if to answer him, but stops short as Maladie speaks. She cocks her head to the side in consideration, her expression softening as she hears the admission. She leans back in her chair and clears her throat,

"He's right, Mal, you should give yourself more credit. What happened was....rough, but it could have been much worse- and I know, I've....I've been there before."

She shakes her head, tapping her fingers against the armrest of the chair with a nervous energy, her talons have slipped out, clicking against the plastic.

"I'll uh, do my best to fill in the blanks, but what did you already hear about the incident, Jupiter?"

Jupiter Steele: He smiles at Venus' words to Maladie.

"Right. All I heard was that there was an altercation that happened in the library. I know that Ash was involved, and now I'm learning that you two were also involved."

Venus:

Venus nods,

"Right....so uh, we thought Ash knew more than she was letting on about everything with Rowan, and when we went to ask she clammed up real bad about it. And well....things just got really out of hand really quick. Ash started really getting upset and Mal got physical cause' she thought she was lying, and then I got physical with her because that shit just wasn't right and…'

She trails off with a shrug,

"Well, you get the picture."

Maladie: "I shouldn't have hurt her. I know that. And I know it isn't the point, but Ash is hiding something, she has to be."

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Hey this is kinda weird, but I don't know who else to talk to this about ;A; whenever I nap downstairs in my living room I keep having these strange in between dreams where I can't tell if I'm really awake or not. Like I raise my head and I'm in the same position I was before watching the same thing and nothing's changed, but I can feel my roommates interact w/ &around me. Like I felt one pet my hair once or respond w/ a murmur to me. (1)

(2) I’ve never actually made eye contact with them before and just assumed they were my roommates but I just now thought I might be reacting and feeling something else and I don’t know what. ;u; another time is yesterday when I thought my friend got home early from work and just sat and rested on the stairs for a bit before joining me on the couch, she mumbled a yeah when I asked if she got out early and uhuh when I said I thought she got out later.. 😶

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You are absolutely in the right inbox with these strange experiences! I have had these similar experiences which I call “sorta out of a body experiences” (as they do differ from out of the body experience - I have first hand experience in both cases). I used to have these a lot in my mid-twenties, sometimes 4 times a week and they were always super scary, as I couldn’t get my body awake. Like, I roamed around my home trying to switch lights on or open curtains, but my hand just went through with everything and I realized that I’m not in my body yet - that my body is still sleeping but my consciousness (aka me) is awake and aware. My sister is now experiencing the same rather often.

These are not cases of the sleep paralyzis, as that’s a different thing (the same concept is here, though you consciousness awakes before your body does and thus you stay in the spirit realm for a moment before you can return 100% back to body and regain its functioning back).

I also had kinda similar experience regarding someone else being there - well, nowadays I have these quite often and I always ask the spirits to leave and let me be, which they do. Around 4 years ago I woke up in the middle of a night. I was sleeping on my right side just edge of my rather wide bed (enough space for two people to squeeze on it if needed). I NEVER sleep in that position or at the edge of a bed, EVER. 

When I woke up, I felt how the mattress behind my back moved up, exactly the same way when someone sleeping next to you on the same mattress gets up.

I thought myself just “Oh good, now it (he/she/they) left, I can finally roll to sleep on my left side.”

Then I just flopped over and went back to sleep. It wasn’t until the morning when I started to think that WAIT A MINUTE, WHO WAS SLEEPING NEXT TO ME??

I still don’t know who it was (a spirit, yes), but as I didn’t react to it in any other way than with a peaceful “Thank god, I’m so sore, now I can sleep on my other side!”, I know he/she/they wasn’t anything dangerous to me.ANYWAY back to your subject. First we must understand that we’re not flesh bodies with spiritual experiences but spirits with flesh body experiences. The spirit realm is our natural form and home, while this human world is kinda like a big fleshy theme park to play in. We’re not our bodies, nor our brain activity (you can dig deeper into quantum biology and physics regarding brains  and material world if this subject interest you in a physical form).

So, when we go to sleep, our real form - the spirit - goes for adventures here and there, whatever we want to do, while the body rests. Sometimes we become aware of these adventures, when our brain functioning wakes up earlier than we have gotten back to our bodies. It’s natural to see, sense, hear, touch, feel etc. spirits in these moments. These go very close to out of the body experiences and sort to near-death experiences, too, where we’re out of the physical body when the body isn’t moving (or in near-death experience is malfunctioning or has stopped functioning).It’s especially annoying and scary if you happen to already be in your body but not regained its functioning back, which is the sleep paralysis.It’s even more annoying when you are far and out from your body, knowing that you are sleeping but not seeing or sensing things as clearly as in sleep paralysis or a proper out of a body experience.So, in short; don’t worry. This is normal. Your spirit guests are friendly and completely normal neighbors. :3