#A little overthinking never hurt anybody

[lookupthewordjokeinthedictionary]

Logan wanted to try drawing the Sides (+ himself) as well, so we now have his drawings to grace our presence

Let's get started (it will have our little bonus details, I never would've left you like this!!)

Our happy pappy Patton!! He heard Logan was gonna draw him so he missed no opportunity putting on Logan's glasses and posing right in front of him. Logan will be drawing everyone with very harsh lines, including Patton. More on his drawing style later though ;). Through his sketches, you can really tell what he deems more important for each side (in this case, it's Patton's smile) as he puts it in the very centre.

Moving on, we have our Prince Roman! Logan really wanted to accentuate (and place at the very centre) how self absorbed and lost in his imagination Roman is. He drew him kissing his sword because what better way to show the physical manifestation of ego of how unrealistic they are.

Virgil!! Logan took point about how Virgil draws himself smaller than all other sides (like in my first post about them all) and acted accordingly! I personally really love how they seem to understand each other very well and sympathize with each other's struggles. He drew him happily posing with his birthday cupcake, as he should!

Our reptillion repscallion is in the house! Can we acknowledge that Logan has Janus related trauma? We still have no idea what happened to him when Janus snatched him away in POF. So I took matters into my own hands and made Logan draw him as a disney villain. He has a sinister smirk, the infamous hook, his cape is flowing in the wind. Our Lord of the Lies is looking in the distance, slits for eyes. I think it there's one dark side that has managed to get under Logan's skin, it's Janus.

Look at how adorable Remus is!!! Hhhhh I love him and I'm sure Logan does too (you don't have to ship it but I ship it and that's that). He is shown eating his deodorant, a vacant expression as he calmly stares at the distance. Logan can understand that the Duke has no actual impact on him. He can (and will) figuratively undress him with logic. He is just a silly little guy after all.

Lastly we have Logan. He has a closed book in the centre of his sketch, which I find fascinating. I believe the book itself is a metaphor for all of the knowledge that he possesses, as logic, as the overseer of Thomas' language Centre, as the manager of Thomas' right arm (if I'm not mistaken). But the book is closed. The knowledge isn't only not being used as of this moment but it's closed, it's disregarded. Like Logan is being disregarded. Hence the look of hurt and disgust on his face. There is no use for him if knowledge has no power.

As for the harsh lines all over the place, this explanation will be a little long but I'll do my best to be coherent.

Logan is, as far my understanding of the canon goes, as war with himself. His whole arc consists of him realising his importance in the creative process. His job is not to only keep Thomas at check, but to also urge him to create things that are informative, coherent and hold intelligent value. As of right now, Roman is the only one who's handling the creative process (who's being censored by Patton) so the creative process is stuck in a family friendly, full of criticism and stagnant ideas sort of situation. Unless Thomas (and Roman) realise the importance of Remus and Logan in the process, the product will forever be incomplete.

So, you might have thought that Logan sketching the sides would be full of harsh, symmetrical lines, devoid of any character. But even though his appreciation for perfection can't go unnoticed (as it is a big part of who he is), I can't personally pretend like Logan wouldn't figuratively kill it at creating and drawing and writing and sculpturing and singing and acting and and and and...

Conclusion: Logan is precious and must be protected at all costs (also he should be given a little more power, he knows the sides almost as good as Janus and Patton do)

[slut4megantheestallion]

Katherine Pierce x fem!reader Headcannons.

●Katherine really didn't care for anybody but herself. She loved herself, and she didn't really have time for love until she met you.

●She thought you were some stupid, pathetic, useless human that she can toy with and as a tasty snack, but the more she got closer to you she started to develop feelings, she tried not to like you since you were friends with the mystic falls gang and she thought that she couldn't trust you, but you suddenly became her favorite than the others.

● she would teach you how to defend yourself from other supnatural creatures. She didn't want to see you get hurt. She would kill anyone who tried to hurt you.

● She told you about how she kept running for 500 years and how she got banished from her country and couldn't see her daughter.

●she doesn't like expressing herself, but when she's with you, she feels free and can tell you everything.

●Katherine would sometimes do your hair. She just really loved playing with it, obviously with permission.

● loves PDA. Seriously, she would have sex with you anytime, any place.

●She only lets you call her katerina

● Very jealous, if anyone tries to flirt with you, she has no problem snapping their neck.

●"You didn't have to do that, you know?" Y/n sighing as she sees the dead guy lying on the floor that Katherine killed.

●"AWW,cmon, he should've known what's mine, you know you love me, sweetheart." Katherine smiles micheviously as she kisses you on the cheek, making you smile because you know that you couldn't stay mad at her.

●Everyone tried to get you to hate Katherine and not to be with her, but you didn't listen. You ended up with her anyway, and she's not the bad they people made it seem.

● Katherine acts like a bitch towards everyone except with you, she's a cute little puppy with you.

●Hates, seeing you upset, she will literally kill the person who hurt your feelings.

●Very possessive over you

● Will spoil you to death. She'll get anything you want.

● Katherine made a vow that one day, if you wanted to become a vampire, she would take you around the world and run away together.

● Katherine gets super jealous when she sees you talking to anyone, especially elena(she wanted to snap her neck, but she only tolerated her just for your sake.)

●You're the only person she can trust.

●Katherine would never take her anger out on you or hurt you. She's been hurt all her life, and she would never take it out on you.

● you're the only person who can calm her down when she's angry.

● she loves cuddles, she wants you to be near her all the time.

●Alot of rough sex. She loves to pleasure you. But she can be gentle when she wants to be.

●mark's your whole body with hickeys and bite marks, she loved seeing her "artwork" all over you.

●Very clingy

●sarcasm is her love language with you.

●she loves how sassy you are, just like her, it's turns her on a little bit.

● Katherine would pout or begged at you when something didn't go her way.

●Katherine loves teasing you when she sees you checking her out.

●"You've been staring at me for a while now, I mean, you can look, but you can't touch, honey." Katherine purrs in your ear as she nips at your neck as she kisses it, peppering you with lots of hickeys.

●Katherine would playfully smack your butt.

●Your relationship is very passionate.

●Katherine is very overprotective and doesn't want you to get in harms way.

●Katherine would give up her own life just so you can stay alive.

● she loves dancing with you and having fun.

●very overprotective over you and doesn't like seeing anyone talk to you or even near you.

●wants your love and undivided attention 24/7, all eyes are on her.

●she always stalks you. She just wants to check up on you and make sure you're okay.

● she loves it when you sit on her lap.

●She'll feed on you during sex(if ur OK with that)

●she loved feeding on you on your neck or shoulders

●gets very insecure sometimes

●overthinks a lot in the relationship. She'll think you'll get tired of loving her, and you'll get sick of her, and questions why you even love her because she's never loved.

●But, you'll reassure her that you do love her and that there's no one like her.

●Overall, Katherine genuinely loves you, and she would spend eternity with you.

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

a little self-indulgent, but may I request Full headcanons of M6 reacting (and accommodating?) to MC who's easily jealous and possessive due to their trauma? (for example, MC got cheated on before and now they can't bear the thought of M6 doing the same to them, if it makes sense.)

thanks!

The Arcana HCs: When MC struggles with jealousy

Julian

Cheating simply Does Not Occur to him. It doesn't enter his mind

Seriously. He doesn't doubt his capacity to be attractive, but for such a complicated person, experiencing love is a straightforward matter for him. He loves you. Why bother with anything else?

Of course, if it's a source of pain for you, then it's a concern for him too. He's had his fair share of unhealthy relationships and isn't in the dark about just how badly cheating will mess someone up

He's also the type to overthink things, so once you bring it up as your own issue, he's naturally taking it on as his issue too

He wouldn't! ... but now he's going to go out of his way to prove to himself that he's not the kind of person who would

It also drives the point home to him just how precious it is to have your trust (and why he really should have never tried to briefly dump you on the docks). That did need some discussing

In general, he's so transparent and talkative with you that there's nobody in his life you don't know about. If he has a high opinion of them, he's already trying to get you two to be friends as well

And if you ever worry that someone else is better for him, he will take that as a challenge to outdo your sense of unworthiness /j

Asra

They would never. You know this. They know this. Every citizen in Vesuvia knows this. The major Arcana know this

But the horrible thing about traumas and fears is that they don't have to be rational to hurt you, and Asra knows that too

Your relationship actually went through quite the rough patch with this at first. Asra's plenty familiar with heartbreak, but he doesn't have a jealous bone in his body and struggles to understand it

What's more, their own traumas make them practically allergic to feeling controlled or trapped in any way, which doesn't help their love of being mysterious and unpredictable

Which, of course, only fed your anxieties, and in turn left him easily triggered if you tried to get a solid answer out of him about what he'd been up to all day on his spontaneous solo side quests

What's most important, though, is that they love you with everything they are, and they're dedicated to helping you heal and being the best partner they can as they build a happy life with you

It's a catalyst for both of you to confront and work through your traumas together - your jealousy, and his fear of constancy

They do find telling you all about their day is actually lots of fun

Nadia

She is so glad you're bringing this up

Would she ever cheat? Absolutely not. She takes relational boundaries very seriously and what she has with you is a kind of love and safety and closeness she's waited for her whole life

However, while she and Lucio never cheated on each other, they did have an open marriage which meant other lovers were in the picture, and knowing you're not comfortable with that is important

She will happily get into the nitty gritty of past grievances and unsatisfying relationships and the details of every boundary

She also strongly values your sense of safety and security with her, and if there's any little things she can do to equip you to battle your demons, she will happily do them. Just tell her what helps

However, it is also very important to her to clarify that your jealousy is your situation talking and not a slight on her character

Because if it helps you heal to see her be transparent with you, she'll practically become glass, but if you start questioning her own intentions and moral code, you're not giving her space to do right

Can and will set things up so you can watch her beat down anybody flirting with her in real time (and kiss you afterwards)

Muriel

Cheating is an entirely foreign concept to him and the fact that someone would actually do that is completely horrifying to him

He is so, so sorry you had to find out what that was like

He's also baffled about how that could even happen. In his case, you're the first person he's even considered having a relationship like this with. Who else would he even want to be with?

The first time you express any insecurity or jealousy about him specifically, he's a little thrown. Just the thought of betraying you like that disgusts him, do you really distrust him that much?

Of course, that's his own traumas and insecurities affecting him, and he knows better than anyone how poor past experiences make him fear hurt from his loved ones which he knows they'd never do

If you have the patience to soothe him when he flinches from your sudden movements or unexpected happy shouts, he easily has the patience to reassure you of your importance and safety with him

He'll also hold a grudge even bigger than yours against whoever gave you that relational trauma. In his mind, they have a reserved spot right next to Lucio in the not-fun part of the afterlife

Still doesn't know who else would find him desirable anyways

Portia

Oh, she gets it. She doesn't necessarily experience this to the level that you do, but she certainly relates on multiple counts

Feeling left behind by a loved one and struggling not to be insecure about it? Check. It's why she's so free to steal Julian's kneecaps

Feeling like she's just the good option people pick until they find their ideal option? Feeling like it's just a matter of time until she gets dropped again, no matter how well-meaning that person is?

Yeah, she gets you. Not to mention that it's a little hard not to compare herself to the incredible people you're friends with who would all clearly love to be the focus of your affections

The fact that you feel this too is such a relief. You two are about to spend so many hours on her couch with tea and baked treats while you talk about your similar experiences and unpack those feelings

And honestly, hearing you voice your doubts gives her space to voice hers. You can be open about how she's clearly the Countess's favorite and she can be open about your past roommate setup

If either of you finds it just a little bit attractive when you get to flaunt your relationship at ambassador events when another partygoer gets a bit too friendly - well - it's a guilty pleasure

Lucio

Look, he knows he's not a shining example of a model citizen, but he wouldn't disrespect the boundaries of someone he loves

At the same time, his assumptions about what those boundaries are aren't exactly monogamous. Will he be in a closed, exclusive relationship with you if those are your boundaries? Absolutely!

Will he need you to explicitly tell him that those are your boundaries? Also yes. Otherwise he might randomly ask how you feel about inviting a new friend to go on a date with you two

He's still working on his emotional intelligence, too, so the chances of him understanding the relational trauma aspect of that are slim

However, he understands the insecurity. You could leave him tomorrow and as heartbroken and betrayed as he'd feel, deep down he wouldn't be able to find it in himself to blame you

The last thing he wants to make you feel is less than or unworthy. You are worth so, so very much and you deserve only the best

Because he's still learning new habits, accountability is something he finds as uncomfortable as he does necessary and while he doesn't need it in this area, he still values it

Still needs reassurances that you don't think he'd actually do that

[tojiwrd]

the consequences of the voice in your head ; toji fushiguro

pairing toji fushiguro x fem!reader

summary it was easy to love toji but, sometimes, it was difficult to make peace with loving toji.

word count 4k

content warnings angstyyy, hurt/no comfort kind of, open ending kind of, grieving, self-loathing, comparing, lots of overthinking. toji's a good good dad, megumi's a lil ice hockey kid, naoya and toji r civil and almost friendly cousins in this

Breaking habits was difficult. Waking up on a Monday at seven in the morning was difficult. Love was difficult. These were all things you knew, and they always lingered in the back of your mind ready to put their claws into any thought that questioned why? Daybreak came and went everyday, sunlight got chased away by silver streams of moonlight, and these thoughts—no, facts—remained asleep, waiting for the moment to pounce onto the occasional question that flitted across your mind: why was love difficult?

You knew there was no true answer; there was no prose you could read written by a qualified doctor on WebMD that told you exactly why love was difficult. It just was. You could ask friends, family, and even strangers on the street and they could give you an answer that, in their own circumstance, ranging from calm to increasingly tumultuous, was true. But you could never get an answer for yourself from anybody but yourself. Perhaps breaking habit was difficult for Toji Fushiguro because he had learned that love—not the fleeting kind that you have when you meet a one-night-stand and immediately feel like the stars had aligned that night for the two of you, only to feel near to nothing for them until they turn into a silly anecdote—could only happen once, with one person. 

For you, breaking habits was difficult because when you were thirteen, your friend handed you a cigarette and said once you get used to it, it’s akin to the feeling of laying on your bed and the duvet is warm to the bone on a chilly day. 

Waking up on a Monday at seven in the morning was difficult for you probably because as soon as your eyes flickered open, you would see Toji staring out the floor-to-ceiling windows with a rueful look on his features. The first time you’d seen this image was the morning after you, Toji, and little Megumi Fushiguro moved into your new place. It brought a smile to your face, the kind of smile that is only worn by a person when they admire somebody when they aren’t looking. That was until he opened his palms and stared down at his fingers, right hand coming up to softly brush the empty ring finger. He’d bit his lip slightly, and you just about missed him from seeing you awake, before he reached down to the pocket of his plaid blue sleep shorts you’d gifted him and pulled out a ring—the ring, you’d realized—and placed it on the empty finger he was focused on. 

You had beat yourself up over witnessing him having a moment as private as that for the next week without his knowledge, but there was truly no way to bring it up to him afterwards organically. 

You could say, “Hey! I actually saw you put on your ring from your last marriage on your finger that morning when you thought I was asleep.” But that would, in nearly every case, not go down well.

Toji had told you, though, why this had grown into a Monday morning ritual. Well, he didn’t exactly tell you that he woke up a few minutes before you to reminisce about his late wife and their marriage, but you’d put the pieces together like you always did. Apparently, Toji’s late wife would always wake up early on Monday mornings and prepare an otherworldly breakfast for herself, Toji, and Megumi; she claimed it started off the week right, and it always made four-year-old Megumi more inclined to wake up on Mondays. In hindsight, perhaps it was silly that you clung onto that little tidbit Toji had told you in passing when Megumi brought it up, but when you saw him wake up on Monday mornings and start his day off by playing a video reel encased in his mind of Megumi’s mother, Megumi, and himself, it was difficult for you to feel comfortable by your presence around him on Mondays. Still, it was hardly Toji’s fault for missing somebody he’d spent years with who got taken away from his life so suddenly. 

You were just overthinking like you always did.

A Thursday in late June marked one year since you had been living with Toji. A year of going to sleep next to him and waking up with him there. It was a silly anniversary, and you weren’t going to mention it for it would most likely garner confused looks from the Fushiguro’s, but you still decided to cover the dining table with a variety of well-enjoyed foods between the three of you. 

There was a small photo-frame that stood in an arbitrary corner of the table where nobody sat. It was a small, old digital camera picture of you, Toji, and Megumi on a lake and camping trip your friends had dragged the three of you to. It was simple; Toji was sitting on a log, five-year-old Megumi between his legs who grinned wildly with a s’more in his hand, and you sat next to Toji with your head leaning on his shoulder. Your friend had gifted it to you on a random Tuesday, and when you smiled so wide at her, she embarrassedly brushed you off and said, “The person who printed this said there’s a discount if I get two pictures printed for the price of one. I just thought the picture of me and my husband would look good with you and your… Toji.”

Neither Toji nor Megumi had seen the picture. Well, not until the moment Toji walked in with a sweaty Megumi wearing his junior league hockey uniform. Megumi was babbling about the delicious smell until he saw the new addition to the table (after cooing at the takoyaki from his favorite restaurant and telling his father he knew he could smell it while they pulled into the driveway) and picked up the frame with his growing, stubby fingers.

“Is this from Lake Ashi?” he asked excitedly, eyes tracing every corner of the picture as if he was recounting the exact moment it was taken. When you nodded, he said, “I had such a good time there!”

You smiled, and ruffled his dark locks before retracting your hand and saying, “Go shower!”

He stuck out his tongue at you before he ran upstairs, saying something about how nobody can start eating until he’s back. 

You walked to Toji who was watching the scene play out from the other end of the table and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Hey, how was your day?” You grinned slightly as your body melted against his frame, a strange sense of euphoria enveloping you even though you’d only been apart for a day.

His arms wrapped around your waist and he bent down slightly to peck your lips. “Thrilling. I watched a bunch of seven-year-olds run around ice with sticks longer than them.”

“Sounds like a fun time,” you replied, nuzzling into his chest, right against the soft thumping of his heartbeats.

“What’s the good food for today?” he asked, stepping away from your hold and scanning the dishes on the table with a puzzled expression.

You smiled teasingly. “Why? Do I not make good food everyday?”

He snorted, and you concluded that the way he looked at you then was with love. The usual deep set of his brows were relaxed as he reached over to you and flicked you on the forehead. Lovingly. “I cook all the meals because the last time you tried, there was a fire alarm and the entire building had to evacuate.” He paused, staring at you while you opened your mouth to stop him from continuing. He beat you to it, though, by saying, “At four in the morning, too.”

“Me and Megs wanted a late-night-snack,” you argued playfully, slapping his bicep. 

“That you ended up getting in a 24 hour convenience store after running the entirety of the fire department and residents wild.”

“Semantics,” you brushed him off. Walking over to the plates, you started scooping portions and placing it on the plate until you remembered Megumi’s demand.

Your body unconsciously carried you to the photo frame and you picked it up, smiling slightly. Toji walked to stand beside you, his eyes uncharacteristically focused on the slightly overexposed picture. His fingers reached to pull it out of your hands and you didn’t stop him when he walked to the small ledge above the (fake) fireplace to place it between the small collection of Megumi photographs. It was a small gesture, but it was more than you could ever ask for.

Your mind skipped over the fact that all the other photos on the ledge were either taken by Megumi’s mother (five of them were) or had her in them holding Megumi (two of them did). Although whenever your friends had come over to your place, they’d cautiously asked you if you truly are OK with keeping pictures of his late wife in your living room and you’d always said that you were perfectly fine with it. Honestly, it was never your intention to erase her from their lives because, after all, she was Toji’s wife and Megumi’s mother. There was no erasing her, and that was fine whether or not you had a place in their lives.

When you came home from work the next evening, the house was relatively quiet. 

You walked into the living room, feet aching from having to wear short-stump heels but, still, heels all day. Every single day at your job as an editor for a magazine made you question whether or not you truly had the skill to walk around heels, even short-stump ones. But once again, the feeling of taking them off with delicacy because you were afraid the rough insides would scrape the parts of your skin your sock didn’t cover gave you a feeling of triumph. You were convinced that the day you come home without the visceral urge to shred the dark pieces of footwear into pieces would be the day you could claim you were invincible. 

You didn’t call out to Toji because you figured he was probably with Megumi, shopping and whatnot, doing simple father-son activities. He hadn’t texted you all day, and the little demon slithering through your thoughts wanted you to overthink (like you always did) and go berserk. But you had learned to tame that little demon (severely distracting yourself by doing anything and everything).

When you had changed out of your work clothes, showered under a moderately warm stream of water, and thoroughly washed your face to stave away the office particles, you sat down on the couch expecting a text from Toji. It was nine in the evening, and it was dark outside. He had never gone this long in a day without dropping you a text, even if it was just a word, and you weren’t wrong for expecting it. Breaking habits was difficult.

When you scrolled through your missed notifications and scrolled past your friends’ messages, making a mental compartment in your mind to reply to them later, you were surprised to find that Toji had, in fact, not texted you but Naoya Zen’in had. Toji’s cousin. It was simple, short, lighthearted, and it read:

missed you today!

It could have been Naoya texting the wrong person (it wouldn’t be the first time) but an itch in your mind told you it wasn’t.

??

It was simple, short, and lighthearted. You were surprised at how quickly the bubbles appeared on his side of the chat; you barely had time to exit the screen before he’d replied:

the stupid zen’in dinner is boring without you there to annoy toji

he said you were feeling sick tho. feel better

It was rude not to reply, but it was ruder for you to find out this way. Find out what, exactly? That Toji had simply not wanted you to go to the once-in-a-while Zen’in family dinner you had been to a grand total of one time. That was one incident you always pushed to the back of your mind—something you couldn’t do with the Monday morning incident(s) because they always played out in front of you, never missing a week—because if you thought about it too much, you would end up shattering your entire heart and it would all be your own, unstoppable mind’s doing.

Toji wasn’t the one to invite you to dinner last year. Surprisingly, the callous cousin who had manifested in the form of a breaker of peace today was the one to invite you. Your boyfriend had his jaw clenched throughout the entire interaction, and you were sure it was because Naoya wasn’t meant to meet you. You had been at his apartment while Megumi was in school to spend time with him when Naoya burst into his cousin’s home through the spare emergency key Toji had hesitantly given him. It started with Toji yelling at his cousin that it is actually rude to barge into someone’s house without knocking and that the rule applied even if they were cousins and yes, it still applied after they had come closer after being distant and despising each other their entire childhoods. It progressed to you making tea for Naoya that burnt his tongue and Toji telling him that you are no good with anything that heats up. It ended with Naoya bringing up the dinner and how he, too, was introducing his girlfriend (now his wife) to the family and it would be lovely for you to be there, too. He’d said something about divided fire.

The dinner itself was what you could call pleasant. You met his family and they were as civil as they could be surrounded by many people who are related to them. The entire time, though, Toji was bouncing his leg up and down and brushed off your hand when you tried to stop him. 

You do remember his mother had said something to you that ticked Toji off, and it wouldn’t take a mastermind to figure out why. 

“You’re the perfect girl to have as a daughter-in-law, dear.”

Truthfully, you hadn’t realized that Toji would see her words and level its severity higher than you would. That was why after the longest hand of the clock ticked thrice and his chair scraped against the floor when he stood up and walked away wordlessly, you were shocked.

You assumed that, today, Naoya had taken his wife to the Zen’in dinner. You could have texted her to confirm, but you knew. And you weren’t sure if you had any right to be mad at Toji over this. 

When you walked over to the television next to the (fake) fireplace, you noticed something missing. You knew it was missing because despite it only having been a day, you had looked at the picture of the three of you on that ledge for so long the night before when Megumi was fast asleep and Toji was immersed in a book and the image of the scene had been ingrained into your mind. It was somewhere beside the habits, Mondays, and love compartment. 

The picture wasn’t there.

And the only trace in the living room of you being a part of Toji and Megumi’s life had vanished as soon as it materialized. It was just a picture, but it was the first one that you had brought out in the house. Toji was the one to keep it between the other pictures, and he was the one who took it off, too. You understood second-thoughts, and you knew he probably had strong feelings about it but it still hurt. It was akin to being handed candy as a kid then having it taken away from you after the first bite.

You had been heartbroken before, but the way your heart sank into a cold abyss was a feeling you had never experienced before. You weren’t sure if this was your heart breaking or the tendrils of a boyfriend-girlfriend argument sowing its way into the universe and you were just the first to realize it. It had been a year and a day in this apartment you were convinced turned into a home over that time. A year and a day since you and Megumi began collecting stickers from the different stores you went to and stuck to the corners of his whiteboard. A year and a day since you and Toji woke up with each other in the same room after a night of you tossing and turning, coming to almost-there consciousness when Toji would steal the blanket back from you and pull you into his warm embrace because you had a tendency to hog it. 

The door clicked and you weren’t sure when you had gone back to the couch and began wordlessly staring at the ledge. You weren’t sure when this house stopped feeling like home for you, despite your best efforts to make it one. You weren’t sure if it ever was because there were no pictures of you, Toji, and Megumi in the living room.

You barely noticed Megumi coming towards you, pressing a slobbering kiss against your cheek and mumbling, “So tired. Gonna go to bed now. Goodnight.”

When Toji was the only presence you could feel—not see, because you were sure that seeing him would ruin you when you were in this state—in the room, you continued questioning whether or not you could get upset at him over this.

So, you said simply, “I haven’t had dinner yet.”

You heard him sigh softly. When he came to sit next to you and say, “Sorry, love. ‘Gumi’s practice ran late.” You knew Toji, so you knew he probably thought it was overkill to use his son for this lie.

It was like a time bomb was ticking, and you were the time bomb. 

“Are you okay?” he asked, and he was sweet. It made you think, for a hitch of a moment, that he cared. And you knew he did. Care, you mean. Just not in the way you had convinced yourself he did. It might’ve been your fault because you always saw Toji as your boyfriend when, in harsh, world-turning reality, Toji was just your boyfriend.

You have had many boyfriends over your lifetime, so what prompted you to believe Toji was anything more serious? Just because Toji came with a past baggage that weighed just about what you could help him carry and an adorable, hockey-loving seven-year-old kid? Because he moved in with you? People move in together all the time. Hell, you lived with a girl you only spoke to when you had to make a cleaning schedule for the room back in university for a year.

“No,” you replied truthfully. 

In that moment, you were scared of how this interaction would end but you were more scared of how the words you carefully locked away in your mouth had been tampered with by some universal force and were just about to come out. 

“What’s wrong?” he asked. You finally turned around to look at him, and you didn’t realize you had stared over every inch of his face, as though memorizing it to a tee. He seemed to realize that, too, because his fingers fished for your hands and suddenly your hands were warm. Under his touch. 

“I haven’t had dinner.” You were sure the words would come rampaging out of your mouth, ready to strike blows at Toji where it hurt, but you were reduced to a mere shell within now and the minute you saw Naoya’s text. 

“Baby?” he asked and it hurt. “D’you want me to make you something? I can. Whatever you want.”

“How was dinner?” you asked, and you wanted to make yourself believe you weren’t waiting for a ‘ha, got you!’ moment, but you weren’t perfect. 

“We just stopped by the convenience store to get some food.” You hated that he was lying because if you didn’t know the truth, you’d believe him. Toji, you realized, was good at lying. 

“Naoya texted me,” you said, shaking your head as if you were trying to get rid of any thoughts.

“What?”

“Naoya texted me. Said he missed me at dinner.” At this point, you knew Toji could see the cracks in your facade. 

Toji didn’t reply for a moment, and you felt like you both were blessed with the silence you needed for a moment. You weren’t prepared, you didn’t have a set of bullet points you wanted to discuss with him like you usually did when you were at odds. No, this time you were discussing everything you always omitted from those bullet point lists; they were off-the-table because you knew they would do more harm than good. They would break the cycle of a comfortable relationship. 

“I didn’t think you wanted to go,” he said, sighing as he squeezed your hands lightly. 

You exhaled sharply. “Please don’t lie, Toji.”

“I mean it—”

“Please don’t lie.” If you weren’t aware of Megumi upstairs, you probably would’ve raised your voice an octave higher. Just because you felt like you had to. But as you pleaded with him, your words came out soft, delicate, and a complete contrast to the red, hot, fiery anger taking space through your veins. 

“I didn’t want you to go,” he admitted.

You had never been stabbed, but you were sure this is close to what it would feel like. “Why?” you croaked out. 

“My family, they’d start asking about when we’ll get married and… yeah. Jus’ didn’t want the hassle.”

“Will we?” You didn’t think before you spoke. 

“What?”

“Get married.”

“What?”

You changed the topic swiftly because truly, you didn’t care about getting married to Toji. As long as you had him and he had you. “Where’s the picture, Toji?”

“What picture?” Surprisingly, he sounded almost OK with talking to you and didn’t curl into himself like he usually did whenever topics such as this almost arose. Almost, because they never completely did. 

You felt like you were breaking an unwritten rule. 

“You know what picture.”

“I kept it in the room, Y/N,” he said, sounding as though he was treading carefully. As though you were a hibernating bear, ready to pounce. 

This shouldn’t be hard. Love shouldn’t—

“Why?” you whispered, closing your eyes as you felt the salty wetness build up. 

He didn’t respond, and you weren’t patient. 

“Why, Toji?—”

“Because it didn’t belong there.”

You wanted to laugh. He might as well have kicked you and knocked the air out of your lungs because the latter did happen. You found it hard to breathe under his stare, his nostrils flaring in annoyance the way they did. 

You didn’t want to ask why, because you knew why. You understood why, and you wished you could be blind to human emotion, to human flaws and errors because it would be a lot easier to walk away from this with the feeling that he was wrong and you were right.

When you stood up, your joined hands pulled away, too. If you weren’t as cynical as you were in that moment, you probably would’ve thought it was symbolic. Because a part of you was slowly pulling away from him, too. And love can be hard, you realized and accepted once again, but it doesn’t have to be dealt with all the time. 

You weren’t sure if you could continue fighting constantly with the thoughts inside your head just so you could feel that Toji is here because he wants to be, and he’s not doing it while comparing you to his late wife. It was difficult to feel you being pushed away from him and his son’s life, even though it happened in the form of a photo frame from a small printing store. But maybe, just maybe, love shouldn’t be harder than you can handle. 

“Do I belong here, Toji?” you asked, a sad smile forming on your lips. 

[delusionalwings]

― synopsis -> when he doesn’t expect to "fall in love", especially with a human

― characters -> lucifer, mammon, leviathan

― gender neutral reader

― headcanons

― warnings -> yandere, toxic behavior, manipulation (luci), obsession and rude behavior (mammon), obsession and camera installed without permission (levi)

― a/n -> i spend way too long on this but it was fuuuuuun

LUCIFER

It would have amused him had the actors in this ridiculous play been different. But he is neither a fool nor a procrastinator so he accepts the fact readily with his usual calmness. It seems that he is interested in you, a mere human, but also Lord Diavolo’s choice for the exchange programme. He needs to play his next move cautiously.

When you become entangled with a nasty rumour, you approach Lucifer. Since the start, he has been the one to provide assistance to you unbidden so he seemed like the best choice. After getting his advice, you ponder the best course of action and carry out the execution. He watches you closely with amusement.

Diavolo praises the way you handle the situation. Lucifer announces indignantly that if anybody messes with you, he will deal with them personally. Everybody believes that you share a special bond with Lucifer because of the additional edge to his speech, the glare and the sadistic promise of pain in his smirk.

It is like Lucifer to kill several birds with one bullet. Now he knows that you are worthy of his thoughts, given your intelligent reaction. You must think a little better of him owing to his help. The others will leave you alone. And he has an excuse to stay closer to you for at least a fortnight. He will stick close and keep testing your competence. It’s no joke that the Avatar of Pride has taken a fancy to you, more so when he expected to never feel this way for anyone.

 MAMMON

He knows quite well that his greed is not restricted to materialistic items only. So when he starts obsessing over you, he freaks out dramatically, gambles all his money away, gets beaten up by moneylenders because of his carelessness and when you patch him up and smile, he finally accepts that the human ain’t too bad. Given the bad treatment he had been subjected to, he wasn't expecting to fall in love but then you came along and now you are all that goes through his mind.

He is very non judgmental so he doesn't care that you are a human. However, he thinks that associating with a demon may get you enemies. He tries to distance himself in the beginning but being someone who has difficulty denying his urges, he ends up giving you the special treatment. From the dark. 

He thinks of the best gift ideas and executes them flawlessly without revealing his identity. Good fortune seems to follow you these days. The only reason for suspicion is his behavior. He goes overboard with the tsundere act, so that now it feels stifling and hurtful. Every time you get a present from this “secret admirer”, you notice how he acts more supreme and offensive with the “I am the Great Mammon and you are only a puny human”. His bullying reaches an all time high, cutting you deep and scarring you, as the pace of the gifts catch up like a rope tightening around your throat. 

LEVIATHAN 

Eh? EHH?? No no, this can’t be happening! What is this era of cringe where he feels obsessed with a 3D character?! You must be an anomaly in the system! How can you just come along so casually and shatter his hope of staying single forever? He was quite content with his waifus and husbandos! They don’t expect anything in return and he knew that it was impossible for him to end with them! Life was simple! Oh now he is overthinking and gulping down energy drinks and dreaming about how wonderful you are!

He isn’t really bothered about the mortal part since he has watched enough anime to know that demons fall for humans all the time!  Key information about upcoming cosplay conventions keeps slipping from his mind like his sanity! It is the end of Leviachan, OMG he needs to worship the anime gods for mercy. 

Now instead of bingeing his favourite anime, he is watching you sleep at 3 in the morning through the cameras he installed in your room without your permission. He can't forgive you. Before your arrival, he was a dedicated albeit a gross, yucky otaku but now he is a normie who is thinking about puke-inducing lovey-dovey stuff like holding hands and going on a date! What a downfall for the Lord of Shadows! You must take responsibility and help him get his passion back. He can’t lose the Levi that has lived till now just because of you. He must have you right in front of his eyes so that he can go back to focusing on anime rather than watching your every move. You make him so unhappy by talking to those other demons. He can’t even sleep at night. You are terrible, you know that? Stay close and he won’t hold a grudge. He will be sweet like all those normies in love with fake promises at the tip of their tongues.

[stormyoceans]

i'm curious about one thing though, isn't it a bit meh to ship two people when one of them clearly finds it annoying/uncomfortable? although maybe that's just enemies to lovers excellence lol but i usually love enemies to lovers so idk why i don't ship junpo... it's not because of thamepo because i honestly find them a little bit boring for my taste but something about po being so (on the nose) whipped for thame doesn't let me enjoy junpo, you feel me?

i do get what you mean, po is so enamored with thame (and so annoyed by jun sfjksgfj) that for some people may be hard to imagine him ever developing feelings for jun, which is why in the context of the show i also tend to lean more towards a thame/po/jun poly (thamejun is very interesting to me too ngl), but at the same time i think part of the fun of shipping comes from the fact that it doesn't necessarily have to make perfect sense

canon gives us the framework, and within that, we can play with as many possibilities as we'd like, as long as they're interesting to us. this is something that i think fandom has lost a little over time, it seems to me that it has become a bit more rigid compared to when i was younger, but i've personally shipped characters who didn't even interact with each other (like, EVER) just because i thought their dynamic would be fun (shout-out to jayfoei, those bitches truly had me moving differently)

so to me, it's not that hard to imagine junpo somehow happening, but maybe it's because im also very biased towards jun and i don't read po as being uncomfortable with him. annoyed and frustrated as fuck due to a mix of a bad first impression, jun basically being his complete opposite, and po not being able to understand jun's intentions? sure. but uncomfortable? not really, and i think the proof of this is that po is ready to praise jun when jun isn't there to hear him, he doesn't mind touching jun or jun touching him when thame isn't around to see them, and he willingly shared personal stuff with jun when they were trying to bring nano back to the group (which he didn't really have to do for the plan to work)

jun also brings out a side of po that we don't see with anyone else, not even with thame, at least not after the first episode. po is someone who tends to overthink and doubt himself a lot, and he often has a hard time speaking his mind (see: telling the vendor he wants only one sandwich now, for example), but he doesn't have that issue with jun, and sure, one could say that it's because he doesn't care about jun's feelings (although imho po is way too kind for that), or maybe it's because their dynamic allows po to be more open and more true to himself

also, if you think about it, in the first episode po started out disliking thame because he thought thame was like his ex, but then he got to learn about thame and what he truly felt and po's feelings for him started to change, so i don't see why that couldn't happen with jun too, especially since po has never seen jun being vulnerable (in po's eyes, jun is the smart one, the cunning one, the annoying one, the unbothered one, but what if he saw jun struggling and breaking down in front of him????? DELICIOUS)

so yeah, idk. they're obviously never going to happen in the show, and maybe in the next episode the writers are gonna be like SIKE. JUN NEVER LIKED PO. but they still remain a very compelling pair to me, and in my head it's not that hard to imagine a future where thamepo break up and po eventually falls for jun

for some people that may be unrealistic, for me it's not, and i think both point of views are valid. at the end of the day, fiction is our playground, and as long as we don't hurt anybody, we can play pretend with what it offers us in any way that sparks joy!!!!

[the-orange-tabby-cat]

ALBUM OF THE DAY: Let Go - Avril Lavigne (2002) (14/?)

WHICH PEDRO BOY DAUGHTER IS BASED ON? Ellie Williams

ALBUM VIBES (listen to it on Spotify)

Teenage blues and riot with a little quirkiness is what made this an instant 00s classic. Avril navigates through her adolescence and presents herself as a tough kid with a kind heart, just like my favorite rascal, Ellie Williams. Hopeless romantic, constant loner, an overthinker who wishes to be more than the ordinary and feels like everything moves too fast and too slow, Ellie embodies the girlhood of these lyrics as she tries to find her place.

ELLIE WILLIAMS CODED LYRICS

“I was left to cry there, waiting outside there, grinning with a lost stare” (Losing Grip)

“Why should I care? Cause you weren't there when I was scared, I was so alone” (Losing Grip)

“I'm starting to trip, I'm losing my grip and I'm in this thing alone” (Losing Grip)

“You're tryna be cool, you look like a fool to me, tell me why'd you have to go and make things so complicated?” (Complicated)

“Life's like this, and you fall, and you crawl, and you break, and you take what you get” (Complicated)

“I'm waiting in the dark, I thought that you'd be here by now” (I’m With You)

“Isn't anyone tryna find me? Won't somebody come take me home?” (I’m With You)

“Won't you take me by the hand, take me somewhere new? I don't know who you are, but I'm with you” (I’m With You)

“I'm looking for a place, I'm searching for a face, is anybody here? I know, cause nothing is going right and everything is a mess” (I’m With You)

“Went back home again, this sucks. Gotta pack up and leave again, say goodbye to all my friends, can't say when I'll be there again” (Mobile)

“It's time now to turn around, turn my back on everything” (Mobile)

“Everything is changing when I turn around, all out of my control, I'm a mobile” (Mobile)

“Spinning around with mixed feelings, crazy and wild, sometimes I wanna scream out loud” (Mobile)

“You don't know me, don't ignore me. If you had your way, you'd just shut me up, make me go away” (Unwanted)

“No, I just don't understand why you won't talk to me. It hurts that I'm so unwanted for nothing, don't talk words against me” (Unwanted)

“And I wanna believe you when you tell me that it'll be okay. Yeah, I try to believe you but I don't” (Tomorrow)

“I'm gonna do what I have to do, just don't. Give me a little time, leave me alone a little while and maybe it's not too late” (Tomorrow)

“Sometimes I get so weird I even freak myself out” (Anything But Ordinary)

“Is it enough to die? Somebody save my life, I'd rather be anything but ordinary, please” (Anything But Ordinary)

“So knock me off my feet, come on now, give it to me, anything to make me feel alive” (Anything But Ordinary)

“I'm tugging at my hair, I’m pulling at my clothes. I’m tryna keep my cool, I know it shows” (Things I’ll Never Say)

“I'm staring at my feet, my cheeks are turning red” (Things I’ll Never Say)

“It don't do me any good, it's just a waste of time. What use is it to you what's on my mind?” (Things I’ll Never Say)

“If it ain't coming out we're not going anywhere, so why can't I just tell you that I care?” (Things I’ll Never Say)

“Please tell me what is taking place cause I can't seem to find a trace, guess it must've got erased somehow” (My World)

“Never wore cover-up, always beat the boys up” (My World)

“You know I always stay up without sleeping and think to myself, where do I belong forever? In whose arms, the time and place?” (My World)

“Can't help it if I space in a daze, my eyes tune out the other way, I may switch off and go in a daydream” (My World)

“When you're all alone in the lands of forever, lay under the Milky Way on and on, it's getting too late out” (My World)

“I take some time, mellow out, party it up, I don't fall down, don't get caught, sneak out of the house” (My World)

“Fall back, take a look at me and you'll see I'm for real. I feel what only I can feel and if that don't appeal to you, let me know” (Nobody’s Fool)

“I'd throw it all away before I lie, so don't call me with a compromise, hang up the phone, I got a backbone stronger than yours” (Nobody’s Fool)

“If you're trying to turn me into something else, I've seen it enough and I'm over that,  I'm not nobody's fool” (Nobody’s Fool)

“It's not a simple "here we go," not so soon, I might've fallen for that when I was fourteen and a little more green, but it's amazing what a couple of years can mean” (Nobody’s Fool)

“If it's with or without you, I don't need your doubt in me” (Nobody’s Fool)

“Every time I try to make you smile you're always feeling sorry for yourself, every time I try to make you laugh you can't, you're too tough” (Too Much To Ask)

“You think you're loveless, is that too much that I'm askin' for?” (Too Much To Ask)

“Thought you'd come around when I ignored you, sort of thought you'd have the decency to change” (Too Much To Ask)

“Can't find where I am, lying here alone in fear, afraid of the dark. No one to claim, alone again” (Too Much To Ask)

TRACKLIST (highlighted are the most Ellie Williams coded songs)

1. Losing Grip (03'53")

2. Complicated (04'04")

3. Sk8er Boi (03'24")

4. I'm with You (03'43")

5. Mobile (03'31")

6. Unwanted (03'41")

7. Tomorrow (03'48")

8. Anything but Ordinary (04'11")

9. Things I'll Never Say (03'43")

10. My World (03'27")

11. Nobody's Fool (03'57")

12. Too Much to Ask (03'45")

13. Naked (03'28")

[xxsquiddkiddxx]

Didn't We Almost Have It All?

JAYCE TALIS X OC

DWAHIA masterlist / Ch1

Synopsis:Celeste Carson didn't intend on doing anything at the Academy besides pursuing her career in psychology. But one thing leads to another, and soon Celeste is working with Jayce and Viktor on Hextech.

Content Warnings: angst (hurt/no comfort), unrequited love(???), implied childhood friends, slow burn, slightly canon divergent... but pretty much consitant, oc x canon, very little fluff, no happy ending for anybody, did I mention it's gonna be angsty?, possible smut.

Chapter spesific warnings: flirting [even though the other person is unaware of it], PLAINLY BLATENT FEELINGS BUT THEY'RE BOTH SO SO SO STUPID TO IT, Jealousy, hinted MelJay, ONE Jayvik joke cuz I like to think I'm funny

A/N: This chapter is pretty much all the in-between stuff with the HexCrew before Progress Day. Almost like a series of one-shots is compiled into a chapter. It's probably out of character, but I'm gonna give y'all some fluff before shit gets serious XD

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PLAYLIST FOR STORY :)

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I Used to Shine Like Gold

Timeline Placement: between S1EP3 and EP4

The HexCrew was EXSHAUSTED as they all stood side by side as they all stare at the same equation. Apparently they'd all planted it into their brains that nobody was able to leave until this damn equation was solved.

Celeste squinted at the board, groaning before she goes to her desk and grabs her glasses. She sets them on her face and resumes her main position. Jayce looks out of the corner of his eye to see her put her glasses on. He always liked how she looked with glasses. He thought it made her look pretty... Don't get him wrong. She's already goregous. But her glasses put emphasis on her eyes. He never told her this of course. He didn't want to make things awkward with them.

"This is ridiculous." Celeste offically says, hands on her hips. "Our COMBINED iq is at LEAST 400! How can NONE of us figure this out?!"

Viktor hums in response. "Are we overthinking this?" The Czech accent was a bit thicker with his exshaustion.

"I feel like we probably are." Celeste says, lifting her glasses and pinching the bridge of her nose.

"Look, maybe if we just... take a step back and-" Jayce starts. Celeste and Viktor respond together, completely in-sync.

"We tried that already, remember?" Jayce winces slightly as he remembers how they'd all tried to take a step back from the assignment... oh what a poor idea that was.

"Right... wasn't a good idea." Jayce says with a breathy chuckle. The three go silent again and stare at the board, trying to wrap their brains around the equation in front of them.

This was around the time Mel would stroll in and see what the trio was up to. When she came into the lab today, she almost found the three's position laughable. She silently and flawlessly moves her way behind them.

"What ar-" Mel starts, but is cut off by Celeste shushing her. Mel chuckles softly, looking at what they're looking at. "Why are we shushing?" Mel whispers to Jayce.

"We've been trying to get this thing solved now for HOURS." Celeste responds. Mel cocks an eyebrow and blinks a few times.

"... guys... that's 8 × 8...." Mel says. The HexCrew hums in response. Mel blinks at them a few times again.

Celeste goes to the coffee machine. Jayce follows after her taking the mug and moving it away from her. "Cee... no."

"Cee YES." Celeste corrects, standing on her tiptoes to get the mug back. The two squabble about if Celeste needs more coffee (which if you ask Celeste... she TOTALLY does) and Viktor stays still, reading the equation over and over again.

Jayce and Celeste (who was coffee-less) stood back at the board with Viktor. "I think it's time for the scientists to sleep." Mel says, laughing softly, her hand moving to Jayce's shoulder-blades as she tries to guide him out out of the room. Celeste feels a peculiar feeling pool in her belly. She was annoyed with Mel's gesture... but didn't have a valid reason why. Was it jealousy perhaps? No, that doesn't make sense.

Celeste doesn't say anything about it, but instead politely moves her hand off of Jayce without really thinking about it. "Probably." Celeste says, with a bit more maliciousness than she'd intended. When Mel's face contorts into confusion and a bit of annoyance, Celeste blushes softly and mumbles a "Sorry, councilor" and they all make their way out of the lab. When Jayce locks the door, his head pops up.

"64!" He says, way too excitedly. "The awnser is 64." They all blink at each other, then their palms make contact with their foreheads in sync.

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Celeste sat on the floor of the lab with a cup of instant noodles placed on the ground between her legs. Fork in one hand, pen in the other, she wrote things down as she ate. Jayce, who was sitting next to her in a chair, looks down at the girl and raises an eyebrow.

"Celeste... you DO realize you have a desk, right?" He says. He didn't mind she was sitting by him. In fact, he actually enjoyed it. He liked that she naturally gravitated to him. Now all she needed to do was take the hint that he was into her, and BAM.

"I know." Celeste says. "I just needed a change of pace, I suppose." She says. Jayce nods, chuckling softly. He absentmindedly fiddles with a piece of her hair. Celeste blushes a bit, but doesn't say anything. Viktor had been out for today. Why? ... Huh... Celeste didn't remember. She shook it out of her head and tried to focus on her work... which was REALLY hard all of a sudden to focus on for some reason.

Celeste, without much thought, leans her head against his thigh as she works. The two just work in silence, both bright red in the face at each other's affection towards each other. This went on for a good few hours. Celeste's noodles were long gone when she finally forced herself to get up to throw her trash away. But even then... she resumed her spot onto his thigh. It felt nice. RIGHT dare she say.

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"I'm not... BAD at flirting, right?" Jayce asks Viktor one day. Celeste hadn't been in the lab that day, off doing a psychology test. Viktor raises an eyebrow.

"Jayce, I'm flattered, but you're not my ty-" Viktor starts as a dry joke.

"No no, not you." Jayce says, chuckling softly. Although... not gonna lie, I'm slightly offended at that." He says jokingly. "I meant Celeste. I'm like... being obvious about my feelings, right?"

"I mean, I think it's pretty obvious." Viktor says. "Why do you ask?"

"Cuz it doesn't seem like she sees it." Jayce chuckles as the two work. "I mean, I've consistently flirted with her since I was 17 years old. And yet... here we are almost 10 years later... nothing. Am I doing something wrong??"

"I feel like the only way I'm gonna get her to actually see that I'm in love with her is if I get a big neon sign like 'Hey, dumbass! I'm. In. Love. With You!'." Jayce says. "But even then she'd probably think it was for someone else, then offer to help me ask them out."

"Yep, sounds like Celeste." Viktor says, chuckling under his breath. "For someone almost at her bachelor's degree in psychology, she's not really good with social cues."

"But that's the thing!" Jayce grumbles. "She ALWAYS knows when someone ELSE is flirting with her. But when I do it, she mine as well be out to lunch." He says.

"Can't be enjoyable." Viktor says.

"Nope." Jayce groans. "Plus I feel like Mel's trying to make a move on me on top of it all. And I just- ugh. I don't know."

"You JUST figured this out?" Viktor says, raising an eyebrow at Jayce. Jayce shakes his head softly with a chuckle.

"I just... I feel like I'm just wasting my time with trying to get Celeste to see I like her." He says. "Am I just... wasting my time? Does she even FEEL the same?" He asks Viktor. Viktor chuckles softly.

"I think-" Viktor is cut off by the sound of the door opening.

"BOOYAH!" Celeste says, pumping her first in the air. "Ya girl passed... with FLYING COLORS!" She says excitedly, juttting her hip to the side as she raises her fist in victory. Jayce laughs at Celeste.

"That's AWESOME, holy shit!" Jayce laughs, hugging her tight. This test pretty much confirmed her graduation. She was offically goingto graduate with her bachelor's degree. "I'm so proud of you, Cee!" He says, lifting her up by her waist and twirling her around. Celeste laughs with him, arms around his neck.

"Didn't feel the same" Viktor's ass. He may have only known Celeste personally now for a little under a year, but that girl always shined like gold around Jayce. Celeste DEFINETLY responded to Jayce's flirting and even flirted back. But Jayce was oblivious to it... it was a never-ending cycle that made Viktor want to throw up in his mouth a little bit.

"Congratulations, Celeste." Viktor says as Jayce sets her down.

"Thanks, Viktor." She says, laughing softly. The HexCrew all laugh and talk before going back to their work. They were getting closer and closer to their goals, even attracting the attention of the public. Of course, that's never what any of them were in this for. But it was still nice to know they were doing SOMETHING right.

Celeste looks at all their work, feeling a sense of completion in her life. She was happy. She didn't want ANYTHING to change. This was her little slice of heaven. And, hopefully, it'd stay that way.

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Reblogs and comments are always appreciated!!!

A/N: Chapter Two is offically here! Yippee! I'm starting to really like this story. Hopefully y'all are liking it as much as I am rn XD I have an actual plan for this story (including a few future chapters completely written out) so I have no intentions of dumping it. Hopefully y'all will be here to see Celeste and Jayce's story play out :)

Till the next one~☆

~Squeed

As a bonus, here's Celeste's official character design for "Act I"! I'll release more of her if y'all want :)

[anyasathenaeum]

omg thank you !!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺 you make write about "Vash & Wolfwood his wife didn't know she pregnant" the write beyond my expectations its cute and silly both of them.

😂😂

oh and some one request about vash bonding with the kiddos. can u make version about please wolfwood how big daddy girl he is and protective to his litter 🥺🥺 ?

once again thank you for you wrote it !! i love you write (really) 🥺❤️

A/N: Absolutely I can! I saw another lovely person request the same idea so they're both through this! Some girl dad Wolfwood headcanons coming up! Also sorry it's been a little bit between postings - my life is gently crazy atm

Warnings: AFAB!reader in this one, continuation/extension of previous request

So, as per these headcanons, I can absolutely see Wolfwood being a girl dad to twin girls

He would absolutely pass out during their birth, but he also becomes smitten by them the moment that they're placed in his arms - the two little girls who, in an instant, become the most important thing in his life (asides from and in addition to you)

Wolfwood would be the kind of dad who would outwardly seem cool, calm and collected, always laughing or not taking things super seriously, but inwardly? Man is PANICKING.

It's obvious from the time your little girls are babies - the sweat on Wolfwood's face as he holds them close to him, rocking them so gently as if he's afraid they'd shatter if he moved too quickly too suddenly gives him away

As does the split second of panic that crosses his face whenever one of the girls hits themselves or gets hurt or begins to wail - man is panicking internally and lowkey overthinking things until whichever of his baby girls got hurt is back up on her little chubby toddler legs and smiling as if nothing happened

Sometimes, Wolfwood ends up talking softly to both girls, telling them stories in the dead of night when he's woken up from his own nightmares and can't sleep - it calms his heart and soothes his soul in a way nothing else does

He would never admit to this, of course, so the only way you know this is because one time, you woke up in the middle of the night and Wolfwood wasn't next to you. So, you went to check on the girls, and sure enough, Wolfwood was there, softly speaking to his babies as he gently stroked their cheeks as they slept happily in their cribs, lulled by their dad's voice

You never let Wolfwood know that you knew he did that, granting him that little private moment of peace

As the girls grow older, Wolfwood would happily banter with his girls - they'd be as feisty and more quick-witted than the two of you put together, always getting into some kind of mischief

Wolfwood would be the grumpy kind of dad who his daughters would absolutely try to annoy and tease and poke fun at, even from the time they're toddlers

Like he'd be out on the porch, smoking his cigarette, only for him to hear giggling from around the corner and he sees both of his little girls pretending to smoke too with a piece of chalk or something as the cigarette, just like their dad

"Hey, hey! Cut that out, (Y/N) will skin me if they see you two doing that! You tryna get me killed?!"

He tries to remain calm and collected as he says that, but the girls can easily see through his mask and know dad's panicking and they scurry off, giggling mischievously

Wolfwood's love and protectiveness over his girls is evident to anybody who witnesses him interacting with them

Especially as the twins get older - the glare that Wolfwood would send to anybody who dared get even a little too close to one or both of his girls would be withering

You and Wolfwood both would teach your baby girls to be absolutely lethal if it came down to it - they'd be trained to defend themselves and can absolutely hold themselves in a fight

I feel like the twins would inherit their dad's ability to appear calm and collected even when bad things are going down, and they definitely inherited his smile

It's a bit uncanny when all three of them, Wolfwood and both girls, can hit you with the same smirk (definitely makes you wanna pull your hair out sometimes)

Wolfwood would be so proud of his girls, but he's just a bit too proud himself to show it sometimes (you've definitely caught him getting teary-eyed over something your girls did, only for him to cough and brush you off)

"I'm not crying, the hell you talkin' 'bout, sweetheart? Just got somethin' in my eye!"

Bottom line - Nicholas D. Wolfwood loves his girls more than anything, and would give anything to ensure they're happy, loved, and safe in a heartbeat

Taglist: @ryuukami4, @spacioussoul, @iceoblivious, @yuudofu

[theheartslament]

I'm a Villainess

On nights, I find myself getting tortured by the thought of how I’m a Villain in everyone’s story. It’s a realization that came to me while reading the latest chapter of one of my favorite Webtoon novels, “How To Get My Husband On My Side”.

It’s a story about Ruby, a minor villain from a historical novel, who was destined to die at the hands of her husband, Izek. She was already trying hard to survive her dysfunctional family, but now she has to marry the man who is the enemy of her kingdom and who might eventually kill her. To survive, Ruby must convince her husband, Izek, and all his countrymen that she’s completely harmless and not the bad person or villain that everyone thinks she is. Yet, no matter how she tries to change the opinion of others, no matter how she tries to show good, they continue to find fault in her and see her as an unredeemable villain, and not someone who needs kindness and love.

(Webtoon: How To Get My Husband On My Side)

And it hit me — why am I so obsessed with reading Villainess stories? I've been reading it since I was 19, and now that I'm 26, Isekai-d Villainess trope is still a guilty pleasure. I realized that it was because I saw myself as one. A misunderstood villain. I saw myself in her because no one sees us for who we are, no one sees that we're hurting. No one understands the depth of our pain, everyone just assumes we are bad people. Even when I try to do something good for my loved ones, they'll take it the wrong way. Like Ruby, the minor villainess, I felt that no matter how I try to live my life as kindly as I can, it seems meaningless because people will always magnify my flaws and keep bringing up the mistakes that I’ve done in the past while the good deeds I’ve done for them are completely forgotten.

It was exhausting. It’s exhausting for me to prove to myself to other people that I mean no harm, even when I never had any intentions to hurt anybody. It hurts when your loved ones think so little of you, do not even give you the benefit of the doubt, and insist on believing that I’m a secretly bad person for hurting them. I’ve acknowledged my faults again and again, I cannot run from this because I’m a sinner who lives in a fallen world, but it’s disheartening when there are present issues, you’ll hear from them, again and again, the past mistakes, as if God's work in my life is fruitless. I’m unredeemable, and just deemed to be a villain in their story.

Like the villain, it hurt me too when I realized I have friends who have secret animosity towards me. I couldn't fathom how someone could call me their friend and yet all this time they had issues with me that they never addressed. I thought I was overthinking when someone would act strangely toward me, ignoring me and even treating me as if I were a competition or someone who'd steal their crush/boyfriend, despite assuring them I have no romantic interests. I was so hurt they thought so little of me! It hurt me that I was clueless. If only I knew my friend was hurting, I could have apologized and cleared up the misunderstandings and lies she thought of me. But she chose to address her issues with me to other people first while I was left clueless. Her prolonged dishonesty hurt me, God — that she'd defined me as my past self which prevented her from being honest to me. It's disheartening to be assumed that I'm a bad person and easily angered! Frustrating that she’d forgive the other, then put all the blame of her sufferings to me. If they were really my friend, they would choose to see the best in me and not make assumptions. If they were my friend, they would choose to communicate their issues with me, even if the things they tell me will hurt me and they know I might react badly to it. They would have the courage to love, be honest, and embrace my flaws. They would believe that more than my pride, I would apologize if I had to because I love them. But they chose to be dishonest, they chose not to communicate things with me, and not see me in the light. The lack of trust and communication has really caused our friendship to dwindle.

Once again, I felt like the misunderstood villain and she was the victimized heroine. Everyone thinks I'm the cause of her suffering, but not everyone knows or hears my side. They don't know how much I suffered too. I also couldn’t blame my friend for how she reacted for I’m aware of her upbringing. Something that I learned from therapy is that the triggers or conflicts we experienced as an adult are triggers from our childhood traumas.

Allow me God to express my distress that I kept to myself but like Ruby, I felt like I wanted to die. Maybe the world will be a better place for others if a villainess like me ceases to exist. Everyone simply forgets me or think ill of me. I tried my best to encourage myself and live kindly and privately, but I couldn’t stop myself from thinking that I’m an unlovable villain.

They said I shouldn’t overthink that I’m a bad person and see it as my identity, but how could I not? When they kept villainizing me and bringing up my past? It’s spiritually crippling that people are so obsessed to define me with my past, as if they’ve put me in a box and labeled me in how they prefer to see me. Is there really no good in me? But I know to myself that I’m not who they think I am. How they think of me is not within my control. It's much better to just let it go, and let them. Let them talk about me with other people. Let them think badly of me. Let them think whatever they want to. I am responsible for my actions but it's not my responsibility to change their feelings towards me.

Lord, forgive me for my sins.

There will always be people who’ll dislike me, but I know my true value and that I’m deeply loved. R.C. Sproul once said,

"When I think I'm unfairly hated, I try to remember that I'm unfairly loved."

I am unfairly loved by God and that’s more important for me to know. Jesus Christ died on the cross for my sins and He rose again. And in Him, I’m a new creation;

Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come (2 Cor 5:17).

I am also forgiven, and no longer condemned (Romans 8:1). If the world keeps a record of my past wrongdoings well God isn’t interested in it. He’s more interested in who I am now, and who I will be in the future. In God’s eyes, I have no past, only a great future. And just the thought of this, His patience and unconditional love and forgiveness that is as vast as the night sky, is a balm to my aching heart.

Don't let anybody remind you who you were. Don't allow your past, whatever that is to bring you down. God wants you to move on. He doesn't want you to dwell in it. When someone tries to remind you of your past, show them what kind of person you are today. Tell them boldly you are a new creation, a brand new treasure of the most High. You are God's special treasure. In His eyes you are significant; you are his treasure.

The scripture says in Isaiah 43:4, "Because you are precious in my eyes and honored, and I love you..." Wow! Isn't it amazing? Despite knowing your past God loves you! Even when God knows you are flawed, you are precious to Him. Let's read it one more time, "You are precious in my eyes and honored, and I love you..."

Despite the anger and pain in my heart, my love was stronger and I could easily make a decision to forget and forgive the inexcusable because God has forgiven the inexcusable in me. Amy Carmichael once said;

If I say, “Yes, I forgive, but I cannot forget,” as though the God who twice day washes all the sands on all the shores of all the world, could not wash such memories from my mind, then I know nothing of Calvary love. If I do not give a friend “the benefit of the doubt,” but put the worst construction instead of the best on what is said or done, then I know nothing of Calvary love. If I feel bitterly towards those who condemn me, as it seems to me, unjustly, forgetting that if they knew me as I know myself they would condemn me much more, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

The world may tell me to burn bridges and cut off those who have animosity, have hurt me, or no longer good for me, but God taught me differently. Jesus Christ didn't do that with me. He saw that I'm someone redeemable through His blood. He unfairly loved me, and I must do the same for the others. How can I profess I know God if I remained unfriendly and hostile to His children. How will I even experience a Kingdom marriage if I’m so quick to distance myself from those who hurt me, what more if it was my spouse? Will I divorce right away because I couldn’t stand his flaws? When my heart feels like it wants to be hardened, I will have to soften it again and again, till I can love my enemies. I thought I had no more love left to give. I thought that I forever turned cold like a true villain, my afflictions had no end! Misery was my companion. But when I truly learned to let go and accept everything. No more bargains and what-ifs with God. I found that my heart became lighter and overflowing. I had so much love to give that I could still care and give gifts (my love language besides time) to those who hurt me in the past. I have love all along, it never came from people but from Him.

God taught me that the purpose of my trials is not to learn things but to unlearn, and one of those is I have to unlearn turning my heart cold and burning bridges to those who are flawed. I will welcome and love every villain like me. I must build boundaries to protect myself but never condemn and cut off people. This was my common mistake before, and again and again, God brought me into the same situation til I learned to love. If I knew Calvary love, I would have to "Foster a spirit of acceptance, forgiveness, and opportunity for people to be redeemed. This will improve your relationships and give you emotional permission to experience those things yourself when others offer them to you."

My friend, don’t give up on loving people. Give the benefit of the doubt, and communicate. Don’t let built up resentment destroy your relationships.

“Relationships often die not because of conversations that were had but rather conversations that were needed but never had.”

― Lysa TerKeurst, Good Boundaries and Goodbyes

[tldr] Izek is actually a kind and patient husband to Ruby. He knew she had a past trauma and it was the biggest obstacle in their relationship. He can see she's twisted inside, that's why she seemed distant and cold, but he never took it personally. He loved her and the only thing he could do was to listen, be patient, and coax her. Even when Izek's kingdom tries to make him think Ruby is a villain, he doesn't care. He would still choose her. After 100 chapters, in these panels, Ruby finally realizes that all along, Izek truly loves and cares for her. She kept doubting him, pushing Izek away, but Izek was persistent to protect Ruby and He would always be on her side, so there was no need for her to try to get him on his side. As a misunderstood villain, her past made her feel unlovable, despicable, and unworthy to others, but Izek's love removed her veil of depression that was suffocating her to death huhu.

I really felt Ruby. Sometimes I find it hard to believe that I’m lovable that I start to keep my distance from everyone who tries to get close to me. But I do desire that one day if it's God's will for me, I want to meet someone like Izek. A man or a friend with the courage to love me despite knowing my flaws and the darkness that lingers within me.

(Webtoon: How To Get My Husband On My Side)

[sizzlingpatrolfox]

Sometimes I think about how boring it is that Jimin doesn’t have any loud dating scandals. For example, like Taennie, for two whole years fans could not figure out whether the photos were photoshopped, and if not, who was Gurumi who leaked them. Whether it's a staff member, one of their friends, or a hacker. Or she posted photos on her private Instagram where she has a minimum of followers and someone leaked them. I would like some pretty girl idol, to be honest I really don't understand why Taehyung's fans hate Jennie so much, she is prettier than him and her career as a singer and influencer is already more successful than his. Maybe because in addition to open Taekook shippers, he also has Kths who secretly ship Tkk, idk. Like, I would be happy if Jimin dated someone like Jennie

I would be happy too and I've also thought that some GOSSIP now and then doesn't hurt anybody but on the other hand, I've said before that I don't like grey areas and would rather Jimin dated when he's able to and comfortable with saying "Yes, me and xyz are dating, please support us :3". Because the mind games and the guessing and the trying to fit the puzzle together (like taennie) also gets old and tiring incredibly fast.

All those questions you're asking? I'd rather kms and never hear from Jimin again before thinking about all that. In fact, jikook started feeling like that to me and that was a huge part on why I stopped caring about them as jikook - because of all the unanswered questions and the tinhatting and their silence. There was too much I didn't know, and whatever little I got to see of them 90% of that didn't make sense. I personally hate that, guessing and unwillingly being driven to obsess over something I will never know the truth of. And I know that if I had to go through it in the way kths did with taennie, it would end up being simply the worst fandom experience for me, and detrimental to my opinion of Jimin as well. I know this from experience too because Jungkook was my one of my biases and I liked him a lot when mijoo happened, but I had all those questions and it was very unpleasant. I actually cried a lot when the whole thing came out.

So, until Jimin is able to, or until he wants to date like a normal celebrity or person, I'm okay with no gossip. Like, I'm nosy. But also I choose my mental health over gossip and rumours 😅 and I like Jimin as an artist and person way too much to let malicious, forced gossip have me overthinking about his personal life.

[n3rdyslvt]

What I like <3

I'm just gonna list kinks and things that i'm into (with explanations because i'm an overthinker and feel the need to explain my weirdness). I'll also list some of the things I do not like AT ALL.

I color coded it bc I ramble A LOTTT hopefully it’s easier to read now!!

Likes

pretty women (manifesting a pretty dom gf to ruin me currently)

pretty men (manifesting an adorable subby man for me to ruin RN)

Praise (literally the bare minimum praise will have me barking and kicking my feet)

Mirror sex (something about the idea of being forced to look in the mirror while a pretty girl edges me and praises me and gives me little kisses is soooooooo amazing)

Exhibitionism (i'm very awkward irl so idk why I like the thought of doing shit in public butttttt it just seems like fun lol)

Somno ( before you judge me, please understand that i'm just a girl lmao, but I like the idea of waking up to a dom or sub in between my legs with prior consent obviouslyyy)

Bondage (pleaseeee tie me up omg)

Spanking (I'm not a fan of like hardcore sadist shit with the knives and torture devices, but I mean being a brat is fun sometimes so i'm down for an attitude adjustment every once in a while)

Costumes ( I LOVEEEE the idea of wearing a cute lil costume or even just really nice lingerie and getting all pretty for a night of fun)

Home movies ( maybe it's because i'm a film nerd, but the idea of having a camera with a bunch of pictures and videos of us looking pretty and fucked out is so nice)

and I just discovered this last night because I saw a photo and was like RRRRR GRRRRR BARK WOOF WOOF ARGGGGHH, but women in boxers with the bulge from their strap prominent... just give me 5 minutes and a towel, i'll make magic happen.

High sex (bro I wanna take an edible with someone and turn into the neediest, touch deprived slut in existence )

monsters ( just let me expl- )

Dislikes

Scat ( ... )

Watersports ( I just can't do it, i'm sorry )

Torture shit and Sadism (I love a good soft dom that's realllll gentle and tender, i'd rather be good than be punished harshly sooooo i'm cool off of the crazy shit lmao)

Ageplay ( fuck no, I once had a man ask me to pretend to be NINE… I wanna vomit just thinking about it)

dd/lg ( while I do enjoy the princess treatment I don't really like the whole caregiver aspect. It kinda just feels like more ageplay bs)

Raceplay ( idk how I forgot to add this one, I’m a black woman so I don’t wanna be degraded or degrade someone bc of their race and I just don’t feel like someone getting off to the idea of me frolicking in cotton fields should be talking to me 💀)

Fauxcest ( I have a family that I love/tolerate very much and I just can’t imagine pretending to be related to someone and then fucking them… cause then your family and that’s odd, but if you like a good stepbro I got stuck in the dryer moment I won’t shame you lol)

and more, but I can't think rn

DNI vs INTERACT

TERFS and any other radical and offensive people THIS IS NOT A SAFE SPACE FOR Y'ALL

All of the horrible ists and phobes

Anybody that is pro genocide (as in everything happening in Palestine, Sudan, Congo, Yemen, and too many other countries doesn't fucking disgust you) please disrespectfully never interact with my content, find somethin safe to do

Oh and minors obviously this is not a safe space for y'all because it's 18+ so kindly pretend like this page doesn't exist to you

Men interactions:

Subs

Switches

Soft doms

Hard doms (y’all can like and reblog idrc but pls don’t message me on that type of timing bc I AM NOT a masochist, my feeling WILL be hurt lmao)

30+ or creepy

all women are perfectly welcome here <3 love y'all

oh and any trans or nonbinary or genderfluid people are also welcome!! this is a safe space for all the cool people :)

Feel free to message me!! I swear I don't bite lol

[rewiredthethirdblog]

Comment by Last-Cantaloupe2095 on Reddit

Listen honestly y’all are all overthinking this bullshit vit k2 has been medically proven to increase bone density and growth and in combination with d3 it helps supplement absorption, the bones on our faces react and respond the same as the bones on our body now obviously you can’t drastically morph your jaw structure instantly but k2 makes your already existing bone structure denser and giving you a way more defined and thicker jaw and cheekbone structure because the k2 calcium supplementation and as all of you know the more calcium your bones absorb the more growth and dense they will become and the same applies with the less calcium you intake your bones will become weak and not grow properly as far as height growth in full grown adults It won’t change much it only helps height growth in kids and teens but everybody is different and as far as thickness and size YES it will work excellently even in the face all it does is give a thicker and enhanced look to your jawline and cheekbones and promotes growth ,looks vary person to person.If your mewing and doing all that facial improvement stuff this will help your forward and structural growth potential due to the extra calcium absorption help definitely benefit and help the process depends on how your body respond and where your at structurally and what your doing for your face. Now YES I take this I’m an athlete this shit is essential and its beneficial in a lot of ways I just turned 20 and I’m a guy my body’s hasn’t reached its full growth potential cause I’m still growing in height for some reason and my facial structure is pretty nice but it’s still developing I’m not even in my prime yet but every person’s body is different results vary and it’s all on how active you are physically cause that the main thing that helps with this and also how your body responds to the supplementation. This stuff works well for me otherwise if it didn’t I wouldn’t be wasting my damn time typing all this, no matter what type of things you take there’s always gonna be studies on how it’s effective and and how it’s not as effective it all falls on if you tried it and what did YOU notice or experience your not gonna get anywhere if u just go based off of what everyone thinks try it and be the judge, Now for the people that are saying this flat out does not work or is just hype and linking your little burner articles Sincerely Stop being a Dickhead and try the shit out for yourself if you have never tried this out your opinion or reasoning does not fucking matter at all it’s shit I don’t give a fuck if theres limited research and anecdotal claims mothafucka actually try the damn thing and be the Judge then you can go talk your shit and if you aren’t satisfied then that’s your right but if you’ve never even touched it let alone even used it for a good amount of time do not speak anything on it or link some bullshit cause y’all just look tenacious as fuck going off of burner articles grow a dick and try it RESPECTFULLY, and for all my women reading this don’t worry beautiful k2 will benefit you this isn’t really directed towards y’all. And for anybody hesitant in doing this don’t worry this won’t hurt you in trying some people respond better like me and some may not respond as good but it still works this also applies to mewing and things of that nature etc don’t go off of peoples opinions and articles as long as there’s no crazy risk stated for whatever you wanna try take the Leap and do it ,don’t limit yourself and ur potential cause someone that’s never done it has links or from someone’s opinion this applies for me too to some extent. Have a nice day .

[sunsburns]

friend or foe?

pairing: dodge mason x fem!reader

summary: dodge mason has always had a hard time trusting people, but then he found you, and you made his life a little easier to get by. however, after becoming entangled with carp's wicked game of panic, he's starting to doubt your loyalty when you gain more points than him during a challenge.

—or: dodge mason is convinced you’re a traitor after you knock him off the top three

word count: 1.8k+

warnings: SMUT 17+, p in v, unprotected sex, slightly public sex (in a closet at a party), mean!dodge... but let’s be so fr he'd do anything to win panic, dom dodge, no use of y/n, manipulative tactics, situationships, summer hookups, kinda friends with benefits (?)

a/n: the lack of dodge mason fics is unsettling and i knew i had to take one for the team and wrote this short fic i hope yall enjoy!

Dodge Mason is convinced you're working against him. 

In Panic, alliances were unspoken but understood. The game didn't officially recognize teams, but if you wanted to make it far, a little bit of teamwork never hurt anybody. Dodge thought the two of you had that kind of alliance. It was in the stolen glances you shared across the room, each one lingering just a heartbeat longer than necessary. There was a silent communication in the way your eyes would meet and hold, speaking volumes without a single word.

When you suggested he jump from a higher point on the cliff, promising more points, he believed you. And when he whispered the answers to the riddles hidden around Carp, he trusted that you wouldn't use them against him. The time you shoved him out of the way just before he could step onto one of Spurlock's bear traps—saving him from a potentially crippling injury—solidified his belief that you had each other's backs. The memory of the rusted metal teeth, camouflaged under layers of dirt, was a grim reminder of how close he had come to disaster. He owes you his leg, maybe even his life, this summer.

But gratitude turned bitter when you emerged from the farm with triple the items he had managed to gather. The look of triumph on your face as you snapped your haul with photos, pulling yourself from seventh place to the top three, was a knife in his back. Each item you produced knocked him, and the others, further down the rankings. 

Dodge felt his blood run hot the next day as you walked with a noticeable pep in your step, grinning from ear to ear. The pride radiating from you was like salt in a wound. As if to make matters worse, Dodge's anger simmered when he spotted you giggling on a lawn chair with Ray Hall at your side during the Players' Ball. 

You hold a plastic cup loosely in your hand, leaning closer to Ray to hear him over the music. Your short dress rides up as you lean in, but you don't seem to mind, bursting into another fit of giggles and playfully smacking his arm. Ray watches you with a sick grin, clearly enjoying your attention.

Dodge frowns. He had thought you were better than falling for Ray Hall's desperate antics. Seeing the two of you trade whispers and giggles like middle schoolers sharing secrets only confirms his suspicions. After the Walk the Plank challenge, he knew Ray wanted him to fail and had done everything possible to ensure Dodge wouldn't win. 

He had told you about it, but you had brushed it off. "You're overthinking it, Dodge," you had said. You swore that Ray was just trying to mess with his head, not that he actually wanted him to get hurt. But now, watching you laugh with Ray, grinning about your position in the top three, Dodge could no longer see you as a friend or an ally. You were an opponent. You were against him now. He's sure of it.

Dodge replayed the events in his mind, trying to pinpoint where things had gone wrong. Had he misread the situation? Were you playing him the whole time? The anger and confusion twisted inside him, morphing into a resolve. 

The game is ruthless, and so are you, it seems. 

"Uh oh, trouble in paradise?" Natalie slumps against his shoulder, the contents of her cup nearly spilling. Drunk as she is, she tries not to laugh when she spots you with Ray. "She's probably just trying to butter him up for Heather."

"Right," Dodge mutters, his eyes never leaving you.

"She's too sweet for Ray. He's all rough edges." Natalie frowns and steps away from Dodge, barely holding herself up. "I'm gonna go look for Heather," she says, but before she leaves, she pats Dodge on the back and leans close to whisper, "If you really think she's double-crossing you, remember: keep your friends close, enemies closer."

And close he kept you.

Chest pressed to your back, his arm circles your waist, free hand gripping your neck and chin, keeping your head up so it falls back against his shoulder. You try to hold onto something, reaching for the walls of the small closet as Dodge fucks you from behind to the muffled sounds of music and chatter from the other side of the door.

His hands had pushed up the ends of your dress, letting it sit high up on your stomach, your panties lost somewhere in the heated moment where his lips had once been pressed against your own, lipstick smudged on his mouth and your own. 

You're making noises that only spur him on; broken moans and cries and whimpers. Breathy praises of, "so good," and "yes, just like that," or "please, don't stop," and his favourite was your whisper of his name. "Dodge," where you were so gone that you couldn't think of anything else to say but his name. "Dodge, fuckfuck- Dodge. Mason. Fuck."

It makes him wonder, almost wistfully, what it would be like if neither of you had joined Panic. He imagines nights spent in the quiet intimacy of just the two of you, free from the game's pressures. Every morning, he'd wake up with you by his side, your presence a comforting constant. Each second of summer would be yours to share. 

Before Panic, there had always been something unspoken between you, a spark that ignited in stolen moments. Hidden kisses behind the diner where he worked felt like secret treasures, each one a promise of something more. The lingering touches when you'd pass him a pen in class sent shivers down his spine, a silent communication of desire. He had wanted you for so long, and he knew you felt the same. It was in the way your eyes would lock onto his, a shared understanding that needed no words.

While Dodge had his own reasons for taking Panic so seriously, he couldn't fathom why you would cross him the way you did. The betrayal cut deep, not just because of the game but because it was you. Maybe you enjoyed watching his heart crumble, deriving some twisted satisfaction from his pain. The thought tormented him, feeding his growing resentment and confusion. How could something that once felt so right go so terribly wrong?

"Fuck, Dodge-"

Your hands find a home in his hair, unable to find anything else to stabilize yourself with. His hand on your neck slides down from your collarbone to your chest and rests on your breast, fingers teasing your nipple through the fabric of your dress, the ghost of his touch has you shuddering. 

You turn your head and try to kiss him, but he dodges it and readjusts his grip on you, loosening his arm around your waist so his hand could trail further down to find your clit. The rough pad of his finger brushes over it a few times, eliciting whimpers from you before he settles for simply resting his finger on your clit. With each thrust, your hips are jostled against his finger just enough to send sparks of electricity shooting through your veins.

He pushes into you a little rougher, a little faster and holds onto you harder, hard enough that his hands will leave marks on your skin when he brings one of them back to your neck, squeezing. Dodge leans down to bite your shoulder so he can hold back his moans, shutting his eyes tightly so he can only focus on the way your walls are tight and wet around his cock, sucking him in with each thrust, pulsing as you creep to your orgasm and he works himself to his own.

"Dodge," you huff, "I- oh, oh,"

Dodge wonders if you know that he knows about your alliance with Ray. He wonders if it's true at all or if he's made it all up in his head and is causing himself to spiral with Natalie telling him things like the devil on his shoulder. 

"You-" he groans out, too far gone to string together a coherent sentence, a bit afraid that if he spoke he'd only call you a traitor and a liar. "You feel so good, baby." 

You try kissing him again, but he doesn't let you, your lips meeting the shell of his ear as he bites onto your shoulder again. You pout, tugging his hair once before dropping your hands to hold his arms.

"Please, Dodge." You whine, "Kiss me, please, I-" A moan causes you to stutter, "I need it- you so bad, please."

Then, there’s a savage thrust of his hips, one that has both of you crying out in surprise and pleasure: he freezes buried to the hilt inside you. "Yeah?"

"Yes, please," you gasp.

"Just how you need Ray, right?"

You falter, "Wha-what?"

"You heard me."

Dodge holds you by the hips, pulling his arms from your grasp and starts to pound into you again like a petty whore, as if you owe it to him to have your night ruined and his a little better as he chases his orgasm with your tight cunt.

And when it comes, his teeth skin into the skin of your shoulder again, muffled moans slipping past his lips, and he digs his fingernails into your sides, letting your unsatisfied whimpers coax him through it. Dodge keeps rolling his hips against your ass in shallow movements for a few seconds. His mouth is occupied with sucking bruises into your shoulder, up your neck and across your throat: he’s mumbling something incoherent, slurring words of "traitor," and "trusted you" into your skin. Each fresh bruise has you gasping for his name.

He stuffs his cock back into his pants, even tugs the ends of your dress back down to your thighs for your own sake, or maybe it's to embarrass you further. Dodge doesn't wipe your lipstick from his mouth before he presses his lips against your cheek, ignoring the way you weakly say his name, refusing to let you explain yourself. 

He pulls away and leaves, slamming the door behind him.

Dodge never realizes that he should've heard you out until Heather Nill rushes up to his search of you, breathless and panicked even through the drunken gaze in her eyes. "Ray's lookin' for her. Nothing good."

Heather explains that Ray is on the hunt for you, furious after discovering that you had given him false information about someone who supposedly had intel on future challenges. The lie had cost Ray twelve points, getting him caught by a judge and knocking him out of the top three, bringing Dodge back up, his name right under yours.

He almost turns back, to find you in the darkness of some forgotten corner, where he imagines you, broken and tear-streaked. But the resurgence of himself in the top ranks fuels a different fire within Dodge, one that drowns out the empathy he feels for you. This time, when the next challenge looms, he can't afford any more distractions—not from Ray, Natalie, or even you.

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[coldhndss]

──★ ˙ ̟ !! Blue Lock Matchup No.1 @mimomis

Hello!! Thank you so so much for being my first matchup! For me, I decide characters based off who is most similar to you, then reversing the role and going for the exact opposite + making sure that it matches your personality based on the information I’ve been given. Also, thank you so much for basically matching the exact format I was looking for in a matchup <3

So, with that, I matched you with Rin Itoshi!

What did it for me, was the second part you sent in where you described yourself as ‘childish when you want to be, and that it’s terribly easy to make you smile or laugh’. I feel like Rin is easily misconstrued as a rude and unlikable person, but he wasn’t always like that; and I like to think that once he gets over this whole rivalry, he’ll most likely soften up again.

 ―୨୧⋆ ˚ “I like to read and watch documentaries in my free time.”

I think you and Rin would definitely bond over these types of things. The two of you would suggest things to each other and watch them in your spare time, or together. You’d tell him about a new film of sorts that is coming out, and he’ll tell you he somehow already has free  tickets to go see it. He comes off as the sort of person who doesn’t really care much for others, but still puts effort into the things he notices you enjoy. 

―୨୧⋆ ˚ “..come off as guarded and that glacier blue best represents me as a colour.”

Adding a colour that best represents you was super useful, in this case, I think Rin would also be matched to the same kind of colour. This kind of colour can signify clarity, and open expression of your feelings. Although you and Rin may come off as guarded, I think he’d see parts of himself in someone like you, and it may help him strive for a change. Funnily enough it’s kind of poetic.

Your old-type interests and reserved nature (correct me if I’m wrong) would add to the maturity in a person that I personally think Rin likes to see. You two would really get along as your personalities don’t clash but are not the exact same in that regard. Rin would tell you about his worries and vent to you about things that he wouldn’t feel comfortable telling anyone else. In terms of a school setting, the two of you would walk to and home from school, stopping on the way to sit at a café and work on homework, or at a mini shop selling pricey stationery trinkets, books, pens, markers, journals and the like. Something would catch your eye, but you’d decide against it because you can’t afford to splurge right now. 

The next day you’d walk into school and find it in your locker, covered in baby blue gift wrapping and tied together with a shiny black bow. A tag hangs off the edge of the bow with his name written in a pretty font.

―୨୧⋆ ˚  “I also tend to oscillate between intentionally talking nonsensically and analysing/overthinking everything.”

Just as I think he would vent to you; he’d also be there for your little analyses sessions. He’d maybe even agree with some of the things you say and tell you not to worry about bothering him with your talks. He’d listen to you speak and nod or murmur in agreeance here or there, opting to stay silent and only listen to you speak over talking himself.

Rin would value you as a reliable person who’s feelings he could never bring himself to hurt. Even if he’s cold at times, and seemingly wouldn’t want to talk to anybody at all, he keeps it at bay when it comes to you as he wouldn’t even want to imagine hurting your feelings. You’ve been there for him when he really needed it, and he wants to do the same for you.

[kyaruun]

RAAAWR HUG! HUG! qiapyon loves being hugged :3 and squished (is a slime so squish!) hehe you are so nice and soft :>> not at all intimidating

YOU FELT LIKE A BIG BLOG just so very top tier writing. great graphic. whole package deal. there's only two possibilities that happen to follower count when you go ia:

it goes up, because people are finding you

it goes down, because people are not finding you and your followers think you are dead

THE RETURN OF NYA im so excited rawrrrrr tag me in everything

afadsfhsd me big blog... i guess i'm a big blog. i dont know why 1.1k people are still here for my shitposts

ajdslfsdf its only a few,,, a lot of my blogs are ia..... unfortunately.... and i mostly have focused on nazukisser though i literally cant stop writing for enstars its in my soul... i always strive for weekly for every fandom but darn thats really hard with the amount of shit i have going on

WAAAAAAAA i hope YOUR works get the true recognition it deserves (one day you'll write a leo fic that will become known as that leo fic (in a pos sense))

professional.... ate lis told me that i looked professional on my blogs,,, i just try. lots of trial and error and i always try to look fresh. have gone through so many phases its insane. one time i tried replicating an actual site design on tumblr while combining it w my style and it was so hard. stares at my (long gone) tori fs2 theme

RIGHT like the readers were nice, all of the people were so nice... now its too big like who is everyone... but also its kinda dead too like damn... 2023 is not anybody's year... i wish we could return to all being silly....

help me omg big blog. i mean being a writing blog the writing might as well get a pass but the graphics suck and i'm the first one to acknowledge that. i simply don't know what to do with them >< the one and only graphic i'm still head over heels for and is the reason i still haven't remade my theme is the cute cat soren did for me a looong time ago and is my current banner. it's. so. round. so cute. silly but sosososo adorable

i mean my followers have probably accepted i'm a sporadic writer and i don't really have a schedule. it hurts when you try to put out your stuff but it doesn't get attention but aaa this is the internet. there's no point in overthinking that. my one and only concern is that anons that rq something i answer a few months later manage to read their rq :(

JESUS CHRIST QIAN YOU HAVE 1.1K FOLLOWERS?!?!? big big biggest writer indeed. i just checked mine and it's 744 followers which is an insane number for someone who posts so little!! what you said about the leo fic... i can only hope. i personally think i suck at writing leo a lot. and rei. and natsume. my izumi is pretty much a mess too. see? if i love them i can't write them right. but uuuu i'd love to write a series. i've never tried that. i also considered something like a social media au bc that's usually really cute too. i don't think any of my works will ever reach that level of importance buuuuut. i'd love that

i've been working a bit on some sort of new theme for my super due revamp but i hate editing sooo much. whatever you say your themes always look super nice and cohesive <3 they're really nice to look at ;;

the fandom being big and dead (from a writing pov) is just as you said ;; i occasionally go into the tags to look for cute fanart but i don't see any writing and it's very sad. sorry to whoever might be offended by this but x readers actually carried the fandom before engstars. but we all either grew frustrated with the lack of interaction or found new interests

i simply miss that sense of community TT the nuri era... nuri feeding the entire fandom one post a day. bee coming up with the absolute prettiest things (like hello THEIR PROMPTS. i still haven't recovered from those). swanee dropping these insanely talented bombs and leaving us knocking on their askbox like "pls comeback when". soren's blog (which i actually visit from time to time bc there's a handful of fics that carry half of my mental sanity rn). runa ;;;;

see? i miss a lot of people ꒰⁎′̥̥̥ ⌑ ‵̥̥̥ ꒱ on those are only the ones that came first into mind because there are even more moots i miss... that comfy feeling of being able to jump into everyone's askbox and be silly... nostalgia hitting hard ;;; makes me think i should try to join a server(s) to try and interact with people again, even if it's just some talking from time to time