THREAD About Jean Showing Empathy

Our boys with a crazy cat lady mayhaps? I have 3 myself lol

(I have 5 so I feel on a deep level ;v; furry babies for the win~)

Dante:

He’s a little surprised to see all the different cats roaming the house; but he isn’t really bothered by them. At least not until they start scratching at him or trying to groom his hair. He has to shoo them off when he is trying to get his own cuddle time in with his s/o, since all of them want to cuddle too apparently lol. Eventually has to give in to being a cat sofa since all of them climb onto him as well, and curl up purring between him and his s/o lol.

Nero:

He is intimidated by all the cats around lol. He can feel their eyes on him at all times, as if they are watching to see him mess up and hurt their owner. They constantly walk around and on him if he is sitting on the couch next to them, and he can feel shivers run up his spin when they start to crowd around him for attention. His s/o has to reassure him over and over that their cats aren’t going to kill him lmao.

V:

Low key he is in heaven with all these cats. He loves their plush fur and how comfortable they seem to be with him right away. They love to curl at his sides and in his lap, purring so much it sounds like a machine whirring to life. He could sit there and pet them all day, and eventually falls asleep on his s/o’s couch surrounded by all their cats lol. They feel slight pang of jealousy towards their cats at times since V gives them a lot of attention when he visits as well lol.

Vergil:

Tiny fur balls with fangs and claws. He tends to have stare downs with them when he visits, and most of the time tends to scare them off, even when he isn’t meaning to. They all seem to scatter when he comes over, much to his worry. His s/o has to pick them up and slowly introduce them properly to him one by one in hopes they’ll eventually get used to him being around. He appreciates the effort they are putting in to make him feel welcome in their home, and slowly gets used to the cats as they do of him as well.

(I really hope these weren’t too short, I am super sorry!!)

Please don’t leave || R.B.

Warnings: I don't think there are any?

Word Count: 1.7k

He knew this would never last, not nearly as long as he desperately hoped it would. He'd known you for three years, he knew at some point, some point soon, you'd find out what he'd been hiding from you since the day you met as cadets. He was smart enough to know you'd hate him, there was no way you wouldn't. He wished he could keep you, take you home when it came time to, but he knew better. It was painstakingly obvious to him he was just going to get both of you hurt in the end, he was in too deep and there was no hope of ending things before the time came. But he couldn't help himself.

He's doomed both your hearts as he leans down to catch your lips in another sweet kiss. He's drowning in guilt as he wraps his large arms around your frame, pulling you into his chest. His heart is breaking all over again and he hates how much he loves you, even though he shouldn't. He hates that there's so little he can do about it. He hates that he's just going to end up breaking you.

But he can't bring himself to pretend he doesn't love you. He can't force himself to stay away from you, not when you care for him this much. He knows that eventually you'll come to resent him, but for now, he'll allow himself these precious moments. If only to give you a small taste of true happiness, however brief it may be.

It will only make everything worse, he tells himself silently, as he holds you tighter. It will only make it hurt more later on. He knows this all too well.

———————-

Your mind was racing to catch up with the events unfolding around you. You were unable to register the hot tears pouring down your cheeks as your eyes stay trained on the back of the armored titan. You hadn't realized you'd fallen to your knees, unable to make any move against the man you'd fallen in love with three years ago. You only snapped out of your daze when his eyes momentarily looked up, meeting yours for only a second before focusing on Eren in front of him. You can finally feel the blood boiling in your body, burning through your veins like lava, threatening to consume your entire being and rip you to shreds.

Your eyes stayed watching the fighting titans on the ground below you, a ping of hurt stabbing into your chest as you watched Eren gain the upper hand. This is it, the enemies you'd been fighting so hard to find, Eren had him in a chokehold, so why did you feel so desperate to free Reiner from his grasp?

You were quick to use your ODM gear as Reiner roared out, causing your blood to run cold. Your eyes studied the empty field around you, waiting for more titans to show, but none did. It was only when the sound of cracking bones reached your eyes that you found out his plan. Bertholdt began falling from the top of the wall, slowly toppling down towards the two titans, steam exploding from the impact, nearly blowing you and the rest of the soldiers from your positions against the wall. As soon as the steam cleared, you used your hooks to attach to Reiner's retreating figure, holding yourself tight against the cracked armor.

Bertholdt's eyes were wide when he landed beside you, the shock clearly visible through his expression. "Y/N…?" you heard him whisper quietly, reaching an arm out to touch your shoulder, almost unsure if it really was you or not, his brow knitting together in worry and confusion.

He hadn't expected you to follow them, he had listened to Reiner talk about you for what felt like hours. He had also been convinced you would hate them when their secret was found out. But you didn't seem interested in hurting either of them, Bertholdt was human again, you could fight him easily, but you made no move to.

Reiner had been running for what felt like forever, but he finally stopped next to a tree, allowing you and Bertholdt to climb onto the wide branch before reverting to his human form and joining you two.

His eyes were trained on your figure, leaning against the bark behind you, tears still streaming down your face. His gaze was intense, almost pleading for you to look up at him, but you refused. You continued crying quietly. You couldn't meet his gaze.

A startled gasp left your lips as you felt his arms encase you against his body, his fingers running through your hair as his lips pressed against your forehead gently.

“You don't have to cry, I don't want to hurt you, Y/N." His voice sounded raw and broken, filled with anguish. You could sense that he wanted to say something more, but words failed him. After a few minutes, you heard him pull himself away slightly, taking your shoulders and turning you so you'd look him in the eye. Your hands were still gripping his shirt harshly, trying to hold yourself steady as you watched him. "We're both safe now."

He whispered hoarsely, his breath hot against your skin. "Please understand." There wasn't much more he could add, but the sincerity evident in his voice gave you pause. You let go of his shirt and instead wrapped your arms tightly around his waist, burying your head in his neck. He returned the embrace with a sigh, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. "I'm sorry."

He apologized once more, his grip on you tightening slightly, as he buried his face in your locks, breathing heavily. You shook your head quickly and pulled back, wiping at your face with a shaky sigh, before leaning forward to place a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth, your eyes shining. "I still love you." You said softly, your voice shaking slightly. "I always will."

He blinked at you and then smiled softly, cupping your cheek tenderly. You felt his thumb trace your jawline before he leaned closer to press his lips against yours, kissing you with a passion you hadn't anticipated, a passion that told you he'd never stop loving you.

"You don't care about what I am? About what I did?" He asked softly, pulling back just to see your reaction. Your eyes grew wide for a moment, your mind reeling as you processed his question. You stared at his golden eyes, wondering if they held even the tiniest bit of remorse. They weren't showing any kind of hesitation. They were begging for you to tell him that no, you cared for him, truly. That you loved him. That you wouldn't leave him. That you'd believe in him.

"I don't," You murmured after a moment, melting into the honey hues of his eyes, "because I love you." You said simply before moving to plant a slow yet thorough kiss on his lips. His arms immediately slid around your waist and drew you impossibly closer, your hands fisted in the fabric of his shirt, feeling as though your life depended on every single inch of contact you shared with the man. You gasped as his hands gripped your skin tightly, his tongue brushing against your lower lip, teasing you for opening your mouth to him. You obliged, parting your lips just enough for him to slip inside, tasting your tongue in return. He hummed at the contact and you could practically hear his smile against your lips, and the way you were able to make him forget his worries just by touching you.

But he pulled away all too soon, leaving you wanting more of his kiss than you'd ever known. He rested his forehead against yours, keeping his eyes shut. "We don't have a lot of time for this right now, but when return home, we'll continue, I promise." His warm breath ghosted across your skin as he spoke. His warm hands moved from where they rested on your waist to caress your face lightly, stroking your cheeks with his thumbs. You felt yourself growing dizzy from his touch and you leaned forward suddenly, resting your head against his shoulder.

"I can't go home, Reiner. You should know that better than I do." You breathed out sadly.

"That was never my home to begin with, we're going to my real home." He explained gently, lifting your chin up so you had to face him. You looked up at him curiously, his words causing you to raise an eyebrow. "Where's your real home?" you inquired.

"You'll love it there, I promise. I'll keep you safe." He whispered reassuringly, placing another gentle kiss against your temple.

———————-

The battle against the scouts had been hard, by the time you'd reached your destination, Reiner was on the verge of collapse. But he'd trudged along, leading you to where you'd be sleeping, quickly situating himself on the ground to finally get some well-deserved rest. "Hey…" You called out, walking over to the blonde, sitting next to him. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, it's just… been a long day." He replied shortly, looking over at you through half lidded eyes. You could see the exhaustion in them, in every part of him. Even after the battle ended, he was exhausted beyond belief, his body all but falling against you as he moved into a comfortable position. The both of you sat there for a while, silent, simply enjoying each other's presence, neither of you daring to break the calmness between the two of you.

"Please, don't ever leave my side." It nearly scared you, you thought he'd fallen asleep already, but he was fighting to keep his dropping eyes open as he looked at you.

"I won't." You promised earnestly. "Don't ever think I will. But please, sleep. You need it." You begged softly, bringing your hand up to stroke the side of his face.

He hesitated for a moment before his eyes closed, relaxing beneath your touch. A small smile spread across your lips as he finally fell completely asleep.

This team of yours, has it got a name? Yeah, it’s called the… uh… Revengers!

THOR: RAGNAROK (2017) dir. Taika Waititi

੭ु⁾ ⚜ dating elijah mikaelson

❥ flora's notes : this took me soooo long and for no specific reason😭 also im deeply in love with elijah, thank u

m.list | comment and/or reblog if u enjoyed !

⚜.  elijah is a gentleman and knows all the secrets to make your heart melt. sidewalk rule, holding doors for you, paying for your meals, cute gifts, he knows it all.

⚜. he loves when you wear his shirt after you spent a night together. he just thinks the oversized look of it on you makes you look very cute and sexy.

⚜. one of his main principles is to allow you to make your own choices. the fact that your decisions may sometimes displease him does not mean that he does not respect your independence.

⚜. speaking of which, he enjoys people who can handle themselves. personality traits that he admires most include independence, strong-willedness, and devotedness. he wants someone who is like him. it is easier for him to love someone he understands and who understands him. therefore, he would want someone willing to fight for his family and he will fight for yours too.

⚜. elijah loves taking you on fancy dates but he mostly does it to see you in a dress. his favourite colour on you is red (no pun intended with the blood💀, he just thinks it's hot). he enjoys spending time with you at night the most though and will take you on night walks/night swims every chance he gets.

⚜. he shows you off at balls and buys you the dresses. he makes you twirl around in them in the middle of the ballroom, so that everybody stares at you. he smiles when he sees the look on people's faces, awestruck by his gorgeous partner. he's so proud to have someone like you.

⚜. not big on pda but he loves caressing your hand and kissing your forehead. when you two are around people who look at you in a flirty type of way or just hinting that they want you, he will wrap a protective arm around your waist and tell them to piss off in his usual noble manner. however, he is up for a fight if the need arises. 

⚜. he always compliments you. there hasn't been a day where he didn't find you attractive. "you look absolutely breathtaking y/n", "you light up the whole room, just with your smile". he wants you to never doubt your inner and outer beauty, to him you are pure perfection.

⚜. elijah wishes to be a dad and would be an amazing one at that. he would put his partner and his child's happiness first. he would also want to get married : after spending a lifetime trying to find a long-lasting love, he wants to put a ring on it quite quickly, in fear that he might lose you and what you built together.

⚜. fails to have a peaceful sleep if he dienst have you in his arms. since esther tortured him, he struggles with night terrors and seeing you by his side, hearing you in his mind is such a relief. it always encourages him to come out of his trance.

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I'll never shut up about how cute Bertholdt is

underrated king like wtf

“Bury the Light” as a reflection of “Devil Trigger”

The composer said something that spoke to me about what I’ve drawn from Nero and Vergil’s respective stories:

Nero’s story was starting from inexperience to gaining knowledge of his demonic heritage, as well as growing in conviction and strength. His chosen goal is to be a successor to Dante, and he gained support for that, like Nico acting to replace his arm or V going after the DS Sparda for him to use. Nero shows us that strength and weakness is not a zero-sum game. Like the Devil Breakers wouldn’t exist* without the loss of Nero’s arm, one can gain power in weakness by accepting someone else’s support. His was a hero’s journey, where embracing who he truly was made him whole, weakness and all, and ultimately he gained true power. 

*(Theoretically, Nero could make his own Devil Breakers in the month between Prologue and M1, he did make Blue Rose and critiqued Nico’s quality control for a reason, but that would’ve taken time that he probably used instead to retrain himself to compensate for balance issues and such from losing his arm.)

Vergil’s story is the inverse of that. His goal might have been to succeed Sparda, but ultimately loss was his underlying motivation to chase after power, which he gained at the cost of abandoning family and eventually his own humanity. V told his story as suffering from defeat after defeat, but really, it was a journey of loss, of his innocence and his home, of any connection that might be good for him, of Yamato and his independence, of control over his form that turned him unrecognizable to his twin and drove him to maim his own son. The last thing he lost was his sense of self, because no one in his right mind would endure being broken only to end up deliberately breaking himself in order to get rid of a perceived weak part of him.

The trajectory of these songs are also mirrored. Where Nero turns outward, Vergil turns inward. With all his thoughts and feelings expressed, Nero chose to become a fully integrated person, accepting all parts of himself, even his weaknesses, for the sake of not letting his family die. Vergil, on the other hand, fought to keep himself together after his whole world was torn apart, but the price he paid in chasing after power for its own sake was, in rejecting a part of himself, he slowly disintegrated to the point of splitting himself in two.

In the bridge of the song, Vergil is presented with a choice: Does your dim heart Heal or destroy?

Vergil’s path will end in his continued isolation with no one to support him, were it not for Nero showing him another path that he could take. Before Vergil can change, he has to heal first. He has to be able to see that pain and weakness can be a source of strength. After all, pain is an indication that there is a wound, and wounds can heal.

Nero and Vergil may have never meant to meet, but the moment their stories intersected, they were both at the height of their powers and fought as equals. Nero’s gains could give a higher meaning to Vergil’s losses. And that’s why I think their stories, like their songs, mirror each other rightly, where they recognize what they need to learn about themselves through each other. 

Nero is the mirror with which Vergil could see his own humanity’s dignity and value. I think Vergil hasn’t been able to take a good look at himself, until he met Nero. And with all his power, Dante couldn’t save Vergil without killing him. But Nero did. That’s why Nero’s journey is the hinge upon which Vergil could turn his life around, and contrary to ”there’s no coming home” in the song, by the end of DMC 5, Vergil set himself up to return by leaving his book with Nero.

People need people to grow. Vergil didn’t have anyone, he was strong enough to endure all that he did, but even after having achieved all the power he wanted, he still needed his family to be whole again.

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....until it's your turn..

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