#DO NOT!!!!!! ABANDON!!!!!!!!! YOUR GONS!!!!!!!!!!! >:(

[merrysithmas]

masculinity in star wars

you know, after some great posts by the brilliant @intermundia my mind has been going. something i've long thought, and something they recently put into very beautiful words, is how one of the central themes of star wars, and why so many nonbinary/queer/trans/masc people gravitate towards it, is masculinity.

i'd even argue it is THE central theme (even beyond the concepts of Spiritual Balance & Good vs Evil), which explains the phenomenon of cismen being so violently gatekeeping and protective of it.

we all know when sw was released in the 70s the emotional arc at its core revolved around the concept of Father and Son, the forgiveness, redemption, or blame therein.

it is easy to see why Luke Skywalker, noble, innocent, and nontoxically pursuing a masculine concept of "knightship" (while retaining feminine qualities himself which would prohibit him from fitting in with the imperials) would become a hero to many young cis boys who had overbearing, unrelatable, absent, or downright evil fathers. it is easy to see why obiwan, the wise and protective second-father figure would become their beloved guru.

it is also easy to see, of course, the reverse, wherein many men who feel they failed at fatherhood, partnership, and life, would relate to Vader and the salvaging love he had for his son. the possibility that they were not totally consumed and digested by the toxic masculinity that had conscripted them and of which they then became soldiers of - an Empire.

the question SW asks in almost every film to this date is - what is masculinity? where does it come from? how do we define it? what do we do with it? and how do we balance it?

we see this reflected over and over again - Din Djarin with Grogu, the Bad Batch with Omega, Palpatine/Qui gon with Anakin, Obi-wan with the Skywalker twins, Rey's unrelenting search for a father figure in Luke, Kylo Ren and his burning abandonment in front of the absent Han Solo, Yoda and his Order, Cassian Andor and the powerless castration he experiences via the Empire, the HyperMasculine Empire, the warsome Mandalore vs. the pacifist Satine Kryze, Cal Kestis & his success borne of his crew of resourceful women.

Characters who are presented as male are constantly being challenged by ideas of masculinity and by which route they will choose to express it.

what does it mean to be a "man"? a question queer, trans, and masc people often ask themselves in relation to our identities. and a question we see the SW characters face constantly. is it sacrifice (Anakin)? protectiveness (Din)? bravery (Luke)? resilience (Obi-wan)? taking up arms when you are wronged (Cassian)? vengeance and blazing your own way (Vader)? Kindness and vulnerability (Cal)?

of course, this concept of masculinity in SW as a central theme also extends to its female characters and what it means to have female masculinity of any kind especially within a patriarchy or a situation where masculinity can be translated into a threat (to anyone, including oneself). this is another reason, id argue, for uproar in the cismale sector of the fandom when they are faced with a topic (female & queer masculinity) that they neither experience nor understand and see therefore, as a threat.

characters like leia, rey, jyn, reva all display various components of outright female masculinity and/or display a picture of women grappling with the masculinity around them, which i would postulate is what makes them so iconically and instantly popular. they are allowed to be whole on screen. they are not merely a "feminine" archetype. they are whole - masculine, feminine, passive, and aggressive.

Leia with her commanding military presence is never once questioned. She then becomes a mother who grapples with the duties of traditional motherhood while following a path that is most meaningful for her (the Rebellion).

Jyn, the abandoned streetrat rebel who is allowed to be callous, doubtful, unpreened, and cynical. Whose strength of heart eventually pulls a motley crew together.

Rey, a sexless scrapper whose skills come from self-reliance, who is pushed face to face with someone who repulses her - Kylo Ren with his burning crucifix of a saber, who haughtily croons to her that he can take "whatever he wants" from her. She pushes him away, rejects him continually, until he renounces the toxicity of his confused perspective (brought on by his own torture). Only to in the end embrace Ben, the good man who'd die for her to live: as she embodied the principles that he failed.

Reva, a hardened and traumatized covert soldier who gives in and then climbs out of the charybdis of vengeance and spiritual suffering. who mistrusts and is disgusted by the men who were supposed to protect her family (Obi-wan and Anakin). we rarely get to see this rage and pain from a female character on screen.

as queer people of course we see ourselves in between those philosophical questions and identify with various characters and their struggles. we are always presented with these internal questions of what makes an identity and confronted with our own society's labels of "masculine" and "feminine" and how they relate to our place as queer people.

& of course, "canon" doesn't truly exist in the sense of a character's gender or sexuality - a character's orientation and identity is up to the viewer- and with complex questions of identity already at play in this universe it is easy to see oneself as a queer person within this story.

and then of course, we are now starting to see characters like Merrin, Obi-wan, and others' sexualities expanded upon further than the "assumed cishet" brand usually defaulted by the general audience.

so those are some futher, not-totally developed thoughts on the topic here haha

[eulasaurus]

My Astrology Observation ⁵

If you wan re-post, gimme the credits.

Asteroid Nessus(7066) conj. Ascendent are pure chaos.

Especially in their early years, they might have been very violent physically or mentally. Even Sexually in some cases . Many of those who have Nessus conjucts have been abusers,killers, etc.

But in come cases it is also seen as someone being sexually abused or abused in some manner or allowed themselves to be abused, this possibility exists more in the cases of women.

These women most likely had their self-esteem ruptured and programmed their brains to hate themselves.

Just so you know. Violent behaviours in kids are a result of the pain inflicted on them by adults or trauma caused by their growing environment.

Scorpio Mars and Capricorn Mars are good at business or are very business minded people.

Water moons just want to feel appreciated y'all, they do so much for their loved ones and if they can't do anything about it, they'll try to atleast make you feel better about the situation or they'll overthink about the feelings you must have. But if you constantly depreciate them , they'll cut you off or shut you out, they won't give a single crap whether you live or die. Also they hype you up out of no where like🤷🏻.

Venusian Suns are soo attractive dude. No i am Not joking. Taurus Suns have really hot bodies and Libra Suns might've really pretty faces. Most females have an hourglass shape and guys have good muscles and V shaped body. But you're rising plays a part too so be mindful of this one.

Virgo in the big three are either very short or very tall. Both genders.

Aries Suns are soooo Confident y'all but please guys keep your ego and arrogance in check. And don't go bullying others just cause it's fun. It is not. But otherwise y'all are pretty confident and intimidating people.

Moon-Mercury hard aspects, y'all are those emotions Vs. Logic people. Might be confused while choosing between brain and heart when Making a decision.

Virgo & Scorpio energy in anyone's chart🥲 nah I ain't messing with y'all. So analytical and obsessive. They be taking vengeance on someone who hurt them for years.

My brother has Scorpio Sun & Virgo moon and let.me.tell.you he made his first girlfriend want him back but he just never got back and he has this kill 'em with success kinda vibe. And bro do he has dirt on every person he meets.🤦🏽‍♀️

(16+)Also, my friend has Scorpio & Virgo stellium in his chart and he had a crush on my bestfriend for a long time but she didn't want to ruin their friendship even tho she had feelings for him, so she dated a bunch of annoying pricks and after her last break up they became FWB and even ended up having s** but they still ain't gon date. Mutual decision, and f***ed up.

Pluto/Scorpio in the 4th have bad family environment. It's just sad, one of their parents might be very insecure, parents might be divorced or their parents or family might've abandoned them somehow. Hug them y'all.

Venus in Pisces in 7th house don't rush into relationships.

Many guys or gals love you and want you but that doesn't mean you have to be in a relationship with them. If you really love them romantically then you would feel it's better to keep it in and not ruin the existing friendship until it's too late.

If you're in relationship with someone you met a month ago, you just like them platonically and think yourself into loving a version of them you made up in your mind.

These people lowkey have a hypnotising effect on people. People just get mesmerized by them. Opposite sex might love them while the same sex might hate y'all for hoarding all the attention.

Look at your dominant element. If you're water dominant, you'd be better of with Earth dominants and vice versa. If you're Fire Dominant you're better off with Air dominants. People usually only look at their Sun sign's Element and say astrology is fake if they don't jam with the elements compatible to their Sun sign's. Sweetheart, that's not how it works. Just look at your whole chart element.

Moon in harsh aspects with Uranus/Saturn/Mercury or Moon/Saturn/Pluto/Mars in 6th house can make someone very prone to anxiety & stress. (Personal experience talking here.)

[padawansuggest]

I have a fic in planning where Qui-Gon actually was bad (I rarely do those but this is perfect timing for an AU) to both Xanatos and Obi-Wan.

So. Obi-Wan endured Bandomeer and Melida/Daan, with the only change being that when he was taken to the deep sea mines, he was not taken by Xanatos. Xanatos hadn’t had a chance to get a hold of him yet.

Then on M/D, instead of Qui-Gon showing up when Obi-Wan called, he realized he lied to the council and didn’t want to bring Obi back in case he snitched. So. Obi was there over 6 months, and shit went bad.

Finally, Xanatos, in a desperate attempt to get Qui-Gon’s attention (for Revenge Purposes) finds Obi-Wan and takes him off planet. He puts a collar on him to keep him complacent, but he doesn’t count on Obi-Wan’s pure feral rage at this point, and since they’re the only ones on Xanatos’s ship, they crash… on Galidraan.

Jaster, who is alive in this AU cause I just want kiddos to have good dads and I will ignore anything to give Mandalorian’s a happy ending, is on patrol because they are in a vague sense, looking for Death Watch after hearing about them being in the area, comes into a clearing with Jango and a few others because a ship just crashed and they need to check it out, finds Xanatos with a small child on his back pulling his hair and trying to bite him, screaming ‘IF I BLOW UP IM TAKING YOUR BITCH ASS WITH ME’ and they just watch all 👁👄👁

So. That’s fun. They have a half starved feral child and an angry brat who apparently kidnapped them to get back at their… dad???? Okay. Wtf. Okay.

So. Xanatos is screaming back that if Obi-Wan had just told him Qui-Gon had abandoned him they could have ruined him like that instead but Obi-Wan’s lil teeth are clamped around his wrist now and Jaster is finally like ‘okay, let’s separate them, the joys of having a brother obviously never occurred to these two’ (‘idk Mand’alor, my brother and I act like that too.’ ‘I saw you kick your brother in the nads for calling you cute once. Most siblings play a LITTLE nicer???’ ‘Bruh? I chased my little brother with a knife one time??’ ‘Why is everyone so mean here wtf?’)

Anyways. They get them separated. But. The thing is. They realize fast that Xanatos is force sensitive and they manage to get a pair of cuffs on him… which is where things get interesting. Because as soon as Xanatos is cut off from the force, his anger stops being compounded into energy, and he just drops like a sack of rocks.

So. Now they have a crying young adult who’s sobbing that he’s so angry why is he crying he just wants to get back at his master for what he did to him (imagine him having at least as rough of a padawanship as Obi did) and Obi-Wan who’s also crying and got dragged onto a log so a metal worker could work on getting his collar off.

Jaster leaves Jango with Obi-Wan (who’s tiny and clingy and looks starved to death and this obviously isn’t the first bomb collar he’s had on his neck and he’s all shaky and Jango is giving him tiny snacks to try and keep him from panicking) and decides to deal with the big on himself.

Xanatos obviously isn’t doing good, but now that he’s cut off from the force, he can’t feel his range compounded back at him, amplifying it till he can’t do anything but use it for evil, he’s just crying and limp and Jaster has to coax him into sitting up and eating a ration bar and cautiously puts an arm around him for a hug. Xanatos just collapses into him and refuses to move.

Well. Jaster has a new son, he guesses????

He looks over to Jango, who is in a similar process of taming a feral child with little candy pieces and holding him halfway into his lap. Oh. He’s a grandpa now too.

Anyways. Dooku shows up (who both kids recognize and are able to stop any bad will before it starts as he is VERY worried over the boys and was able to get things calmed down) and Xanatos says he refuses to take the cuffs off because this is the first time he didn’t want to kill everyone in years and he’s scared and Jaster just keeps rubbing his back and saying he can keep them on while he’s going through therapy for all this ossik and Obi-Wan keeps clinging to Jango all quiet and sad and reluctantly tells Dooku about Qui-Gon kicking him out of the order and not coming back when Obi begged him to (Jango about to commit a murder fam) and Dooku horrifyingly tells them Qui-Gon claimed he left the order willingly for a girl he met and the war was never even mentioned or that children were fighting-

It’s bad. Real bad. Jaster is able to help the Jedi route out the Death Watch (and the corrupt governor) and Tor probably still gets away but they’re all (Dooku isn’t leaving his grandbabies alone okay) able to go back to Mandalore to figure out what happens next.

Obi-Wan and Xanatos eventually come to an understanding that they have been adopted into the royal family and they are sorta okay with each other (Obi-Wan’s bites are less feral now, more like love bites really, and Xanatos hasn’t tried to kill anyone in a while and claims he’s never taking off the cuffs again) and it’s kinda nice.

Anyways. Xanatos shuts down Offworld’s mining bullshit and straight up gives Telos IV to Jaster like ‘idk what to do with it, you fix it’ and Jaster takes that as a challenge and accepts. He really is a good ruler and will do anything he can to fix this new Telos.

Also after looking at the planets Bandomeer and Telos (obviously they would be close considering Bandomeer is close enough for Offworld to mine on) Telos IV isn’t actually too far from Mandalore. So, putting some verde in a city on the planet to help fix their government, wouldn’t be too much of a stretch there. They’re closer than Mandalore is to Coruscant so they could totally have a Little Keldabe there.

Anyways. That’s my idea. Jaster adopts Xanatos and gets him therapy, and Jango adopts Obi-Wan and feeds him snacks and gives him the love he’s never had. Dooku comes along for the funsies and Qui-Gon goes to Jedi Jail.

Jango: *standing with Obi-Wan sitting on one armored shoulder and bicep* This my baby, and ain’t NO ONE finna touch him.

Jaster: *gently petting Xanatos’s head* He’s so sweet and violent and I don’t even mind that he’s straight. The manda makes us all as we are meant to be, and mistakes happen. He’s a good violent boy.

Xanatos and Obi-Wan: …wtf…

Eventually they find Bruck back on Telos IV and Dooku adopts him so now they’re all getting therapy.

[sakuraasworld]

𝖐𝖚𝖗𝖆𝖕𝖎𝖐𝖆 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘

pairing - kurapika x gn!reader

synopsis - general relationship headcanons

warning - none

✎ He always holds your hand in public, in fear of losing you or you being kidnapped.

✎ Even if he cares a lot for you, finding the Phantom Troupe will remain his first objective, which causes a lot of argument between you two.

✎ At the beginning he was quite shy for fear of doing things wrong, so you had to take initiatives like kisses, hugs and anything that was affection.

✎ Often when he comes home, it's late and you're sleeping. Even if he is not often with you, he loves you and he feels bad to leave you alone. So he cleans up the house so when you wake up, you have nothing to do.

✎ When he joins you in bed to sleep, he always kisses your forehead.

✎ He is very protective, he is afraid that something will happen to you. You are the only person he has and he refuses to lose you like he lost his clan.

✎ Kurapika wants children, but because of his mission he can't at the moment. But when he'll be done and you'll be ready to have some, he'll want to start a family.

✎ He hides a lot of things from you, not wanting you to worry about him. He doesn't tell you how he feels or what his current mission is. He prefers to keep you away even if you are a hunter.

✎ Tell him you love him, he doubts a lot, not that he doesn't trust you, but he isn't really confident about himself. He is afraid of abandonment and he would understand that you no longer love him.

✎ When he has time for the two of you, he really likes to take you to a fancy restaurant and spend time with you. It's one of his ways of apologizing for being often away.

✎ Kurapika is quite discreet about your relationship, not liking to show it in front of everyone. But when he's with Gon, Killua and Leorio, he doesn't mind talking about you and complimenting you.

[cheolism-archive]

abandoned mall piano

✧ mingyu x reader

✧ summary: after a shift at the movie theater in the nearly-abandoned mall, you decide to play the piano that randomly appeared by the instrument store.

✧ genre: romance, first meetings, meet-cute. awkward mingyu ft his lisp.

✧ wc is approx 2.3

✧ note: warning for a piano bench that creaks a lot. this is mostly just a meet-cute between an awkward and enthusiastic mingyu and a pianist reader. if there's interest i'm def down for a sequel

Waving goodbye at Hansol and hoping he would have a better day than you, you left the movie theater. You tore off your cap and shoved it deep into your tote bag, wishing that your bag was infinite and the cap would disappear inside. Your nametag went next, because honestly why the hell did these random people who you, quite frankly, didn’t know and didn’t want to know, need to know your name?

The mall was nearly empty, as it tended to be. Even Saturday evenings couldn’t really save the mall from the desertion of its once-regular customers. Your mom would shake her head and sigh whenever she showed up at your work, handing you a box of supper. “It’s a shame. This place used to be so popular when I was a kid.”

You always held your tongue at this, wanting to remark on how your mother and the mall predated online shopping. 

Even as a kid, you remembered the mall being busier. You remembered photo shops and bookstores, ice cream stands and a Hot Topic. Now the only places that remained in popularity were the movie theater and the instrument store, with other shops and chains constantly rotating stores in and out. 

You walked past the fountain, which was kept turned off more than it was on. The instrument shop was on the other side of the fountain, and, peculiarly, a piano was in the normally empty space that lay between the shop and fountain. 

Slowing to a stop, you glanced around. The Old Navy, which had appeared suddenly a month ago and you and Jeonghan bet would last two more months at most, had a few mothers milling about in front of it. But no one was around the piano. 

You went to it, as if there was an invisible string tying you to it and tugging you forward. It wasn’t anything spectacular, made largely out of wood and painted a horrible neon green that reminded you of Post-Its. It reminded you of the piano kept in your high school choir room, the one wheeled about for concerts. 

Still, you set your tote on the bench and slid into place. The bench creaked beneath you. You glanced up and down the keys. They were plastic, further testament to the cheapness of the piano, but when you placed your fingers down in position on Middle D, the sweet ting elicited, no matter how cheap, made you grin. 

You shifted again; the bench creaked again. 

Adjusting your fingers, you slowly began a simple melody. You weren’t so much of a master as to promptly begin playing without practice, and the plainness of the song wasn’t anything to marvel at. Still, softly, you sang along with the warm-up. 

“Puff the Magic Dra-gon lived by the sea,” your voice was low, not daring to go any higher and rise above the piano. You knew your limits. “And fro-licked in the au-tumn mist in a land called Honah Lee.”

The piano was cheap, and nothing like the Petite Grand that had lived in your piano teacher’s den (“parlor,” she had corrected you with a stern look. “it’s a parlor.”). But you were satisfied nonetheless, and shifted your hands again. 

You began your next song, more sure than when you had played the child’s song, your fingers going to the E in the third octave. Unable to help yourself, you sang along, head bent and blind to the mall around you. 

“Why do birds suddenly appear everytime you are near?

“Just like me, they long to be close to you.

“Why do stars fall down from the sky every time you walk by?”

Though you were no Karen Carpenter, and you were a lone pianist playing in an abandoned mall, in your ears you were joined by a chorus and trumpet and strings. You were lost to it, swept away by the memories the song brought to you, somehow existing both in the mall during the age of online shopping and overnight deliver, but also existing decades back, 

“What song is that you’re playing?”

Looking back, you must have jumped about a foot in the air. Your hands plopped down on the keys, a painful dang emitting from the piano. The smile that must have appeared on your face at some point during your little song, quickly disappeared as you looked up at the man standing next to you and the piano. 

The grin on his face quickly dropped at your visible fright, his eyes widening and mouth gaping. He then sputtered for a moment before reaching his hands out in a placating gesture, as if he was trying to calm you. “Shit -- I’m so sorry, I wasn’t trying to scare you! I just work at the instrument store and no one except for kids has played on the piano all day so I was curious when someone played an actual song and I just wanted to see who you were and then I wanted to know what song you were playing, and you looked so cute I couldn’t help but come up to you and ask and I’m so sorry for scaring you.”

He spoke a mile a minute, spewing out words as if he were to slow down, someone would interrupt and he’d never get the chance to talk again. You wondered if he took a breath at all during his little speech, but then your mind lingered on one phrase in particular. 

You looked so cute. 

You wondered if you looked as flustered as you felt. 

“Sorry,” he said again. He had a sheepish look on his face, and wow. You wondered how he managed to look like a kicked puppy when he was so obviously over six foot and broad-shouldered, and his uniform polo stretched across his chest and hid nothing. His dark hair was long, bangs brushing against his cheeks and making him look like a heart-throb from the 90s. He was a daydream, with his tan skin and biceps. He looked like a CEO, not a mere employee for an instrument store in an abandoned mall. 

Then his sheepish look was melting into a shy smile, his canines long and looking more like fangs. 

You licked your lips, diverting your eyes from the man. You cleared your throat, bringing your hands away from the keys and setting them on your lap. “It’s uh. It’s okay. You didn’t mean to.”

“I didn’t!” He agreed, eyes wide and earnest. 

If he was a dog, he’d be a golden retriever, you thought. 

There was a pause. 

“They long to be close to you.”

His brows furrowed, the sweet look on his face being overtaken by confusion. He cocked his head a little to the side, bangs falling to obscure his eyes. “What?”

You licked your lips again. Why were they so dry all of a sudden? “The song. It’s called ‘(They Long To Be) Close To You’, with little parentheses around the first part. Like. Parenthesis, then ‘they long to be’, parenthesis, then the rest. It’s by this old duo called the Carpenters. They were popular until the 80s.”

Neither of you spoke for a moment. Then, looking at your hands, you said, “I first heard it on the Muppets. The original show. Not the new movies.”

Another moment of silence, and then the man was talking. “Oh! That’s cool. I love old songs. My friend, Jihoon -- he works at the instrument store too -- he loves all kinds of music. I’m sure he’s heard of your song before, too!”

“What’s your favorite?”

He blinked, looking taken back. “What?”

“What’s your favorite old song?” You asked, clenching your fingers in your lap. This was the part you hated about meeting new people: the initial conversation. The only reason you got along so well with Hansol was because he was just as socially awkward, and you got along with Jeonghan because he watched you trip and drop an extra-large bucket of popcorn and decided you were pitiful enough for him to “adopt”. 

Despite how suave the man looked, he wasn’t unable to hide the panic your question sent him into. You felt as if you were watching him mentally go through all the filing cabinets of songs in his head, trying to find one suitable enough. “Uh. ‘We Didn’t Start the Fire’?”

Your brow furrowed for a moment, before realization hit you. Then you felt your eyes widen and mouth open, and laughter erupted from you. You threw your head back from the force of your laughter, it loud and echoing around the open space. 

The man was beaming, clearly happy that he managed to pass your question. “Yeah, you know. The lyrics really get me. Especially the part where he talks about communism.”

You were giggling again, thoroughly charmed. Setting your hands on the piano, you shot him a smile. “Oh, you’re talking about this?”

Like a horse at the races, you were off. The staccato beats sent your fingers dancing, and you felt wild. You felt as if there was something in your heart, as if there really was a horse running a race inside there, making your neutrons and electrons come alive as you played for this man who worked at the instrument store. 

He was clearly having just as much fun. When you glanced at him he was smiling so wide, you swore you could see all of his teeth. Then he began singing, bopping his head along and wiggling his long limbs to the beat. 

You picked up the pace and so did he, and the two of you worked in perfect tandem to create an absolute mess out of the song. Your fingers were stiff and beginning to ache, having not played this much and this frantically in a long while. But there was something between you and the man, and you couldn’t help but think back to all the romances that called attraction ‘electricity’ and think they were right. 

Then your forefinger slipped, and you played a wrong note. You let out a groan, pushing your lips out in a pout as you gave up. 

The man followed your lead. His smile was like a mad man’s, but when he reached up and smoothed his hair out of his face you were once again struck with how handsome he was. 

“You never told me your name,” you said, turning towards him. The bench creaked, but you didn’t pay it any attention. “You came out of nowhere and scared the hell out of me and then came and invited yourself to my jam session. You owe me a name.”

“I didn’t come from nowhere,” he said, but his face was still lit with amusement. “I came from the instrument shop.”

“Oh, my bad,” you apologized. 

He neared, extending his hand. It was large, you noticed, and just as golden as the rest of him. “I’m Mingyu.” You introduced yourself, placing your hand in his. “I work at the movie theater.”

“The movie theater? With your talent?” The man shook his head. He slid onto the bench next to you, and you moved over. It creaked under your combined weight. He smelled good. His thighs pressed against yours due to how small the bench was, and they were just as warm as his hand. 

You wondered if he would let you hold his hand again. 

“You should be working as a professional piano-ist,” Mingyu said, voice confident. He placed his fingers on the keys, playing no tune in particular. 

“Pianist,” you corrected gently. Your hands joined his on the keys, your right thumb resting on the C in the fifth octave. You looked at his hands, and Mingyu took the cue to put his right hand on the C on his end. Then you were playing, slow enough so he could copy you. 

“Hey,” he said, brow furrowing as he glanced from watching your right hand to his own, ensuring he was playing the right notes. “Isn’t this from that movie? The Sound of Music?”

It was then you noticed the lisp. Enthralled and already hooked, you smiled at him. His jawline was sharp, and you knew that if he lived during the time of the Ancient Greeks he surely would have been a model for the sculptors. Feeling rather impish, you decided to tease. “What movie was it?”

“Oh, you know, the one with Julie Andrews.”

He still wasn’t watching you and couldn’t see the mischievous look on your face. “Julie Andrews was in a lot of movies.” “It was the Sound of Music --”

Mingyu glanced at you, and upon seeing your face he let out a groan. He pouted, and you wondered how a grown man could pull off such a face and still look cute. “Are you making fun of my lisp?”

You laughed. “It’s cute, don’t worry.”

His pout melted for a moment, his dark eyes twinkling. Then Mingyu pouted again, crossing his arms over his chest. “Oh, it’s cute is it?”

“It is.”

He hummed, the playful look in his eyes persisting. “Cute enough for me to ask you out on a date and succeed?”

Your eyes widened for a second, caught off-guard. You were still in your black uniform from work and you were sure you had acne on your forehead from working with the popcorn and wearing a cap. You probably smelled like popcorn. 

“Please?” Mingyu asked, somehow looking unashamed of how his voice took on a whining tone. “You’re so cute and you looked so pretty playing the piano, and I want to hear more about your favorite old songs and I want to make you laugh again.”

You glanced down at your hands. You clenched your fingers for a moment, licking your lips. 

Mingyu’s eyes were still on you when you chanced a look at him. You settled your hands on the keys. “Okay. Okay. Tell me the name of this song, and if you can I’ll go out on a date with you.”

And then you played. 

[baurbiediv]

the group chat chronicles (2)

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a/n: sorry i got a little carried away with this one, it’s kinda long!

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wednesday, july 6th

[10:26 pm] urb 😛🤲🏽

let’s tell scary stories

[10:28 pm] druski 😭🤞🏽

nigga what are you?

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[10:30 pm] urb 😛🤲🏽

10 inches deep in yo bitch

[10:31 pm] sunni ☀️😝

LMFAOOOO 💀💀

[10:33 pm] jack 🥹💝

me personally

i’m not taking that

[10:36 pm] y/n 🫶🏽💕

jack baby

be quiet

they gon get on your ass and i’m not defending you

[10:38 pm] jack 🥹💝

wow

way to defend me y/n 🤨🤨🤨

[10:40 pm] y/n 🫶🏽💕

i love you stinka

buy me a telfar bag plz?!

[10:42 pm] jack 🥹💝

what size and what color

[10:44 pm] y/n 🫶🏽💕

medium and baby blue

[10:46 pm] sunni ☀️😝

kick them out bruh

im not tryna see them on no lovey dovey shit

[10:48 pm] jack 🥹💝

— replied to you

ordered

[10:50 pm] jack 🥹💝

— replied to sunni

shut up

we know you miserable

[10:53 pm] sunni ☀️😝

y/n get ya boy

[10:55 pm] y/n 🫶🏽💕

i have nothing to do w this

[10:56 pm] avatar copelan 💨

fights brewing 😛

[10:58 pm] urb 😛🤲🏽

never did i believe the last airbender would be one to instigate a fight

[11:00 pm] druski 😭🤞🏽

well isn’t there a first time for everything

[11:00 pm] urb 😛🤲🏽

true

let’s go explore some shit

[11:01 pm] sunni ☀️😝

explore what exactly

[11:02 pm] urb 😛🤲🏽

abandoned house

haunted house

abandoned hospital

[11:03 pm] jack 🥹💝

that’s that white people shit

[11:04 pm] druski 😭🤞🏽

i did not expect that

but you got it with the abandoned hospital

[11:06 pm] y/n 🫶🏽💕

so the haunted house didn’t strike you as odd?

[11:08 pm] druski 😭🤞🏽

no

[11:09 pm] y/n 🫶🏽💕

…

imma kick you in yo ass bro

[11:10 pm] sunni ☀️😝

🤳🏼🤳🏼🤳🏼

[11:12 pm] avatar copelan 💨

FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT

[11:13 pm] y/n 🫶🏽💕

nvm druski

copelan don’t make me get on yo ass

you shouldn’t be talking

i shouldn’t be able to stick a plunger to your head and be able to pull you along with it

[11:15 pm] jack 🥹💝

y/n 😭😭😭😭

[11:16 pm] urb 😛🤲🏽

yeah the plunger got it 😭😭😭

[11:17 pm] sunni ☀️😝

y/n gotta be one of the funniest fucking people i’ve ever met 😭

[11:18 pm] urb 😛🤲🏽

ABANDONED HOSPITAL

ABANDONED HOSPITAL

ABANDONED HOSPITAL

ABANDONED HOSPITAL

sunni ☀️😝 removed urb 😛🤲🏽 from the conversation.

[11:20 pm] y/n 🫶🏽💕

HELP MEEEE 😭

add that man boy back, he gon start blowing up everyone’s phone in a minute 

[11:21 pm] jack 🥹💝

fine 🙎🏼‍♂️

jack 🥹💝 added urb 😛🤲🏽 to the conversation.

[11:23 pm] druski 😭🤞🏽

so are we actually doing this abandoned house shit

[11:25 pm] urb 😛🤲🏽

yes.

yes we are.

[11:26 pm] y/n 🫶🏽💕

🧍🏽‍♀️🙎🏽‍♀️

—

you, jack, urb, and sunni all got out the car as you stepped down onto the run down road. “now if one of you goofy fuckers trip and fall, im leaving you behind.” you stated as you grabbed the flashlights from the back of jack’s jeep.

jack, urb, and sunni had looked at you as if you’d said something outrageous. “y/n, you cannot be serious.” jack told you, trying to reason with you.

you side eyed him and then closed the trunk. “what you should be worried about is how your car keys ended up in my pocket.” you said as you held them up and watched jack frantically check his pockets.

you snickered as you walked over to him and kissed his cheek before slipping the keys back into his pockets.

pulling away, you turned around and tossed the other flashlights to sunni and urban. “where the hell is druski, cope, and ace?” sunni asked as he leaned up against the car.

both you and jack shrugged before you leaned into jacks side and hugged him tightly.

the night was pretty chilly and jack told you to wear one of his jackets but you insisted that you’d be fine wearing a sweater. but he knew you all too well, so he always kept a few sweaters in his car.

—

“y/n your big headed ass doesn’t listen, i’m telling you, you should wear a jacket.” jack told you while getting ready.

you waved him off, “pssh, i’ll be fine, thank you very much!” you said nonchalantly.

jack sat on the bed and just looked at you in disbelief, “ight, so when your ass gets sick, i don’t wanna hear it.” he told you.

“man whatever, i’ll thug it out.” you snickered.

“oh my god baby can you get me some tea please? my throat is hurting really badly. can you also get me a blanket? i’m really cold and i also really need ..” you picked up a pillow and hit him with it as he dramatically fell over.

“first off jack, i don’t sound like that and second of all, do i really act like that?” you genuinely asked, jack huffed into the comforter as he replied with a somewhat incoherent, ‘yes’.

you laughed to yourself and shook your head.

—

you watched as cope’s car pulled up. you were surprised to see clay hop out the car along with druski and cope.

you smiled seeing clay, “now why didn’t y’all tell me y’all were going on a lil adventure!” clay said as he walked up to the rest of you.

“you know i didn’t think you would want to roam around an abandoned hospital.” urban laughed as he dapped up clay.

you all talked for a good minute before all entering the hospital. “i say we live-stream this.” druski said rubbing his hands together like he was up to no good.

“alright now, just so you know, if i hear any type of scream or growl, im booking it out this bitch.” sunni said as he shrugged.

“agreed.” you said as urban looked lost like he’d just seen a ghost, “look we didn’t have to do it, we can go home!” you laughed.

druski pulled his phone out and started live-streaming on instagram. “ight we back with a special ‘coulda been’ records live, we’re streaming live from waverly hills sanatorium.” he said proudly.

“do you have to slap ‘coulda been’ on everything you do?” you asked him. “yes.” he said, but as soon as you asked that, you all heard a scream with heavy footsteps following behind it.

everyone looked at each other as you all stood in fear, “don’t tell me that was a scream.” cope said as he narrowed his eyes at urban as he quickly put his hands up in defense.

then another scream but this time the scream got louder and closer.

you swore that you’d never run faster in your life.

“Y/N WHERE ARE THE KEYS?” jack yelled after you.

“I DON’T KNOW I GAVE YOU THE KEYS WHAT THE FUCK.” you screamed as you made it to the car.

“JACK OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!” urban yelled.

“I’M DOING THIS AS FAST AS I CAN.” jack yelled back.

“YOU’RE THE ONE WHO WANTED TO DO THIS GOOFY SHIT.” sunni yelled as you all quickly jumped in the car.

“JACK YOU BETTER PULL OFF RIGHT NOW OR SO HELP ME GOD.” you said while looking around and checking that clay, druski, and cope had safely made it into the car and thank god they did because you wouldn’t believe the sight you were seeing.

a woman dressed in an all white dress with blood and dirt all over it. her hair was covering her face, no visible face features.

“jack drive off.” urban told him.

“if she hops on the hood of this car i’m never taking to you ever again.” you told jack. the woman began began approaching the car slowly but surely she gradually made her way closer and closer to the ground as she began crawling. that’s when jack made the decision to put the cs in reverse and back up as quickly as possible and high tail it away from the hospital.

—

“never again are we ever listening to your crazy ass.” jack said to urban as you all gathered on the couch of you and jack’s house.

“and i would’ve gotten away with it too if it weren’t for you meddling kids!” urban cheesed.

“shut that shit all the way up.”

-

[quillfulwriter]

Qui-Gon Jinn: *trying to haunt Obi-Wan in the dead of night*

Obi-Wan: Remember the time you abandoned me on a planet to fight as a child soldier in a civil war? Alone? With no backup? Because I do.

Qui-Gon: ...

Obi-Wan: Remember the time when your former Padawan turned Sith kidnapped me and enslaved me? Because I do.

Qui-Gon: ......

Obi-Wan: Remember the time when the Council wanted to promote you, and you just wanted to leave me hanging as a Padawan? Because I do.

Qui-Gon: ..........

Obi-Wan: Remember the time when I was still your Padawan and you found another one you wanted more? Because I do.

[willowcrowned]

Was reading a fic that touched on Qui-Gon teaching both Anakin and Obi-Wan and was suddenly struck by "Obi-Wan assures Anakin that he'll be fine, because Qui-Gon is better than he used to be, on account of Obi-Wan clicker-training him throughout his padawanship."

IDK what to do with this other than offer it to you because. It doesn't seem like Qui-Gon would be receptive to Pavlovian processes. But also. Obi-Wan is a conniving bastard.

no okay thank you SO much for sending this to me because it plays into my latest favorite interpretation of Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon’s relationship in a really interesting way

Recently I’ve been really enjoying unpacking the potential that Qui-Gon subconsciously parentifies Obi-Wan over the course of his apprenticeship, because I think it applies a really fun extra dimension to the existing dynamic of uptight nerd attempts to control guy whose modus operandi is bulldozing through a situation in the most efficient and least appropriate way possible. Obviously the implication in TPM is that Obi-Wan is Like That because of Qui-Gon—it’s a sort of survival strategy—but making it a direct result of Qui-Gon’s own insecurities just adds that little extra special something that makes the Star Wars Flavor.

The basic idea I’ve been playing with is that Obi-Wan readily encourages Qui-Gon’s parentification of him because to Obi-Wan’s messed up ridiculously insecure and in need of therapy brain, being parentified means he’s needed, he’s useful, he can’t be tossed away. Of course the problem with being fifteen and deciding that you’re now responsible for a man fully in his forties who continuously gets chewed out by his boss is that at a certain point all that internalization of Rules and Proper Behavior you did as a child because you were terrified of being so unworthy you’d stop being loved is going to kick in, and you—subconsciously—are going to start believing that it is your responsibility to train the middle aged man in your care into being an Upright Young Man. Which like, as things go? Is a pretty standard Obi-Wan interpretation.

The FLIP SIDE of that though—the Qui-Gon side, the even weirder and messier side—is that Qui-Gon is parentifying Obi-Wan out of a very real and very deep fear that he cannot and should not act as a responsible guardian as a child (which, well, he’s not wrong. but he’s right for all the wrong reasons). Subconsciously, he’s trying to set them on more equal ground, trying to keep his influence on Obi-Wan to a minimum so he doesn’t have to acknowledge the responsibility of shaping Obi-Wan both through the ways he’s absent and the ways he’s present. And of course it’s not going to work! Of course it’s not! Even when he’s an adult, Obi-Wan will always be too aware of the rules that constrain his actions as a padawan to put himself on the same level as Qui-Gon. As a child, all he’s going to do is feel… abandoned on some level. The parentification might confirm that he’s needed on some level, but it can’t replace what for him is a very keen awareness that, on some level, Qui-Gon doesn’t want to be his master. Kids that get forced to be an adult to early, even the ones who think they like it, are always going to be fundamentally, subconsciously aware that they’ve been denied a childhood that other people weren’t. For Obi-Wan, I think that subconscious awareness manifests as a desire to affirm himself as an adult—to convince himself that he wants the responsibility, that it’s right for him to have the responsibility.

And he does that by clicker training Qui-Gon.

There’s a very fun feature of relationships mired in guilt (especially the ones where the guilt is born from a very deep love and a fear of failing that love) where, over time, certain patterns develop in which each person subconsciously takes advantage of the other’s guilt. When Qui-Gon bulldozes through an interaction, overstepping their jurisdiction by half and disobeying several direct mandates from the council, Obi-Wan finds himself… conveniently left behind for Qui-Gon to find later, when he returns wracked with guilt over having forgotten his apprentice but unable to admit to it because admitting to it would mean admitting to his fears, and admitting to his fears would mean admitting to the truth of his unfitness as a master, and admitting to that would mean he loses one of the very few remaining deep, meaningful relationships he has left. When Obi-Wan follows the letter of the law, refusing to break a single rule—even the ones designed to be broken—Qui-Gon goes ahead on his own, and just so happens to find himself injured and cornered by attackers he could have easily fought off with Obi-Wan’s help, left bleeding and tired for a guilt-wracked Obi-Wan to find, knowing that he never should have abandoned his master, knowing that he’s an awful apprentice, that he’ll never be up to Qui-Gon’s standards, that he’ll never confess that, because confessing it might finally make Qui-Gon realize it, and if that happens then he gets replaced and one of the deepest, most meaningful relationships in his life slips through his fingers.

It’s not healthy for either of them—it’s actually entirely the opposite—but it’s effective. And by the end of Obi-Wan’s apprenticeship, Qui-Gon is at least 30% less likely to go off on his own and start doing things he really shouldn’t, and 40% more likely to never, ever leave his padawan behind.

And then Anakin shows up, and suddenly everything they’d so carefully repressed and talked around and ignored becomes a big glaring issue in the face of Star Wars’ own #1 complicating factor

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Dating Ging Freeces

Ging Freecss x fem! reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sex/intimacy but nothing actually happens

A/N: Why do I do this? Because I'm me and I have little dignity left

*slams head against wall repeatedly*

Tiffany you dumb bitch why do you have to develop stupid crushes on toxic men

*rests head on wall, take deep breath*

Ok I'm fine now

Being with Ging is annoying to say the least

Honestly you probably wonder daily why you are still with this man 🤨

But love is a crazy thing YN

In all honestly, Ging is probably more the fwb type

He doesn't like to be tied down

As evident by his lack of parenting to Gon 🙃

Gon you sweet angel you deserve so much better 😫

He'd probably be like "It's ok my dad's an amazing hunter :D"

So if you are looking for a "relationship without labels" Ging's the guy for you

When you first met him, you were turned off by his brass attitude and rude behavior

He's might be shy but he's outspoken on alot of things

If you are a ruins hunter like him, he will test your knowledge, constantly feeling the need to on up you 😒

Yep he's one of THOSE guys

But don't let it bother you YN

Don't play into his games because we all know he's just testing you

When he tries to one up you, just say "oh thats nice"

Ging 👉🏻😐😑

There is no real definite moment in your relationship where you become a couple

Honestly you guys just start hanging out together and that's kind of it

Actually you two probably just sort of form of truce and that's it 🤷‍♀️

Intimacy doesn't start right away

And like your relationship, it kind of just happens

Like Ging will just walk up to you one day, kiss you passionately and that's all she wrote 😅

Intimacy does happen often when he's with you

I will give him this, I think he's a pretty passionate guy

He's also romantic but not on purpose

Will take you to some of the most gorgeous places on earth without even thinking about it

Mans enjoys the little things life has to offer and wants to experience them with you

While he might be romantic, he will also just up and leave you 🙄

After a night of passion don't be surprised if you wake up in a bed alone

He will leave you a note on the pillow that says something like

"I'm off. I'll reach out soon. Ging"

You will have to be pretty secure to be in a relationship with Ging

Mans will not contact you for weeks or even MONTHS!

And when he does, it's not much

Just a text or two

BUT they are cute 🥺

"*sends picture of gorgeous landscape* I can't wait to bring you here" or "the only thing that could make this place more beautiful is you"

😫😫😫 mans is romantic

He's also possessive and jealous as HELL

Seriously, you two might not have a defined relationship

But Ging will make it VERY well know that you are his and his alone

Even if some guy is merely talking to you, Ging is in the corner, glaring 😑

He's literally a child YN

Gon and Killua are more mature 🙄

You are a social and sweet person

Many hunters think of you as a literal Angel sent from heaven

And they truly have no clue why you are with Ging 😒

Honestly that's the question that surrounds most of the Zodiac meetings

Oh, btw you and Ging serve on the zodiac council together

And while Ging rarely shows up, you often get hounded about you relationship

Totally get thrown under the bus with that one YN

"Alright before we start does anyone have any issues to being up?"- Miss Cheadle asks

"Yeah I have a question, YN when are you going to realize how shitty Ging is and dump his dumbass?"- Kanzai asks

You 👉🏻😐🙄

"Seriously YN you are gorgeous and perfect and Ging, well Ging is Ging!"- Pyon asks

"Everyone please! This isn't a quarrem about YN and Ging's love life"- Cheadle adds

"Thank you"- you

"Even if we are all confused as to why someone like YN would date Ging, we should be respectful"- Cheadle

You 👉🏻😐 thank you

"I mean, the man is a literal child abandoning jerk who rarely shows up to meetings but it's not about that! I'm sure Ging and YN make a great couple"- Cheadle

You 👉🏻😐 yep

"And I'm sure whatever weird connection they have makes them both happy even if Ging tends to ruin everything"- Cheadle

You 👉🏻 ight imma head out ✌🏻

I told you, you gotta be tough to be in a ship with Ging YN

And when Ging does show up to meetings, you can bet there is ONE person who will irritate him to no end

"I'm so sorry to keep everyone waiting, where is Miss YN?"- Pariston says smirking at Ging

Ging will probably growl at the mere mention of your name from Pariston's lips

You come in the conference room and take you seat next to Ging

"I'm sorry, Beans needed my help with something"- you say smiling and sitting down

"Miss YN you are always so kind and giving! I would live to have someone like you working at my agency"- Pariston smirks

Ging will seriously be growling so loud at this point

YN do something 😫

"Pariston, thank you but I'm very happy where I am"- you say calmly

Ging grabs your hand under the table because the feral man needs to chill out

But don't worry, that won't stop Pariston

Oh no no no

Because he's equally as annoying as Ging 🙃

God I'd HATE being a member of the zodiacs with those two on board 🥴

At every turn, Pariston is trying to get under Ging's skin

"Miss YN, can I just say how beautiful you look today?"- rat man

Ging 👉🏻😑😠

You 👉🏻 😐 🙄 thank you Pariston

"Miss YN you should be vice chairman when become chairman. I'd love to work closely with you"- Pariston

"OVER MY DEAD BODY RAT"- Ging yells 🤬

You 👉🏻😐🤦‍♀️ thanks Pariston but I think I'll pass

But the absolute best thing EVER happened during the question and answer session the zodiacs held for the hunters

You know the one where Leorio punched Ging 🤪

Honestly classic 👌🏻

You sat there while the crowd applauded Leorio for his amazing performance

"I told you to go visit him"- you say as Ging gets up from the floor, rolling your eyes

As you stand up to check on Ging, you cross in front of Pariston

Causing the rat to stick his leg out and "accidently" trip you

As you fall, gracefully 💅🏼

My headcanons and I always wished I was graceful so let me live my dreams ☺️

Pariston stands quickly and catches you mid fall, like in one of those romance books

You stare into his eyes, blushing

"My goodness Miss YN, are you-"

Before he can finish, Ging's fist is connecting with Pariston's face and that's all she wrote

"I said, get the HELL away from my girlfriend you rat"- Ging

You 👉🏻👁👄👁 girlfriend?

The zodiacs 👉🏻😱 he finally admitted it

All the Hunters 👉🏻 standing ovation for Ging punching Pariston 👏🏻

It's like the WWE up in here!

After the meeting, you help patch Ging up

"Girlfriend huh??"- You say trying not the smile

Ging rolls his eyes

"Well it's true isn't it?" He scoffs

"Yeah I guess just never thought I'd see the day"- you shrug

"Well I guess I just need to introduce you to Gon then"- Ging says

"Oh I already met him"- you waving your hand

Ging 👉🏻😃 whet-

"Yeah Kite introduced us. He's a really sweet boy Ging, not sure where he got that from"- you chuckle

"Hey I'm sweet! I defended you against Pariston didn't I?!?"- Ging groans

"Like I couldn't have handled him? How do you think I've managed at meetings when you don't show up?"- You

Ging 👉🏻😑 I'm going to kill that asshole!

You roll your eyes knowing Ging is a true man of his word 🥰

[villainessxassassin]

A weed in disguise as a delicate flower

Yandere! Wanderer! Scaramouche x fem! reader

warnings: yandere themes (duh), possessive, obsessive, mentions of Scara's real name, He's ooc but that's just how I see him I think, and he want's to gobble up ALL your love for himself like uhmnom nom nom nom nom <3

would it be bad to say im just as obsessed with this fic as when i am with this purple gremlin? oh well

An eccentric being who's risen from his slumber, and now continue's to walk the planes of inazuma.

Abandoned and alone, he has experienced first handedly how cruel the world was. Like beautiful flowers blooming in a feild as the gardener made sure to cherish the fragrance and beauty each one held.

When a flower starts to wilt and loose it's beauty, it is the gardeners job to tend to the blooming bud and make sure it gets all the wanted attention it needs to get better.

His was nothing like that.

A single flaw has costed for him to be tossed aside, plucked from the very soil he came from and casted away like worthless dross.

As he continued to drift farther and farther away from that grim day, the more he could finally look ahead and see something much more appealing to his own thoughts.

A girl he'd had no connections with and has never seen before, who took him in under her roof with nothing but a smile on her face. Her sweet intoxicating voice kept on repeating inside his head like a broken recorder, but instead of being filled with annoyance, it was the complete opposite. soothing he thought.

"It's cold out here during night time, and not to mention dangerous. Come, I'll serve us some tea once we get back to my place." Questions you didn't ask, only pulling him by the sleeve and leading him into your home.

Just from looking at his form you're mind had felt conflicted. The person infront of you had a face worthy of that of a royal's, and yet was dressed in what could've used to have been fine silk was now torn and muddied.

You'd seated him down at your table as you poured him tea, making sure he was comfortable before you sat down on the chair beside him.

Silence

"You shouldn't let strangers inside your house." he'd said with a straight face, only staring at the tea you've prepared.

"How do I know you're not but a guest? coming here to visit from a faraway land."

"I'm not. I've wandered these lands far more many times you've ever taken a step in your entire lifetime."

he was wary to answer you, but the atmosphere you've created in the room eased him by even the slightest bit.

"You're making it sound like all you do is wander, don't you have a place to sta-"

"I don't"

He knows you know. From the way you look at him you must think he's homeless. There were many others who took pity at the sight of him, giving him a place to stay for the night before kicking him out again the next morning.

He was already by the door before you could react. The tea was now cold. The least he could have done was drink from the cup but that would be a sign of him taking in your pity and hospitality. He can't have that.

Human kindness had it's limits, yet yours were at an unknown standing point to him.

"Wait!" he didn't move so you saw that as a sign to continue talking.

"Why don't you just live here with me?"

Conflicted feelings.

For one stayed because he thought of it as nothing but appealing but longed once again for the feeling of being wanted,

and the other who saw an empty void in need of being filled. Like planting a seedling in new fertilized soil.

more under the cut cuz there ain't no way this gon' be a yanfic without the yandere content

He didn't understand why, but since that day he's accepted your offer (and why he said yes was also still unknown to him), there was always this warm feeling inside of him whenever you entered a room.

You treated him differently as that of other guests, but he never complained as he liked that same warm feeling inhabiting his insides at the gesture.

Ever since then, you continued to care for him through things such as feeding, bathing, and even going as far as to give him games such as cards to satiate his boredom.

but he could never be bored when you were around him. Ō̷͉̻̺̝nly ẁ̴͙̜͈̬͕̮̬̗̽́̇hen it wä̷̦̣̜̙̰͕̻́̇͘s y̶̧̛̝̲̳͔̖̦̐́̈́̕o̷��̠̘̳͙̳̐̂͗͂u̴͖̮̓̀͐.̸̭̩͒̀̇

"Why would you go to such lengths for a stranger" he'd ask you time and time again, and time and time again have you answered "I'll leave that one up to your imagination"

Humans really were cruel, and you were the cruelest, having him feel so weird whenever around you. Having him wrapped around your finger without even you knowing it.

but he liked it. the feeling of being wanted. needed. Even if your intentions to him were still not clear. He didn't care, for as long as you continued to keep him by your side he will continue to stay by you.

A small bud had started to grow in your little garden, and just like any other person should, you cared for it day and night without even the thought of what it would become when fully bloomed.

The boy had finally learned of this feeling when he 'unintentionally' tried to take a peak at a book you've been so immersed in these past couple days.

You haven't been giving him enough attention as of late and it worried him. Was this book so important that you had ignored your one and only guest?̵̢̫͍͙̖̀̒̆͊͆͆

But he could supposedly forgive you, since the said book had atleast answered the question that's been bugging him for quite some time now.

"Love" the book explained

At first the word left a sour taste in his mouth, but after repeating it again and again at the thought of just you, it started to taste sweet like honey at the tip of his tongue.

Love wasn't something he could attain. It was out of reach for him since the day he's reflected on himself as nothing but a husk. A doll that was only made to serve one purpose, but still managed to fail at just that.

But say he could feel what this love was. Was he allowed to feel this way? and for what? you?

unbelievable

He refused to believe it until his mind once again began to wander to the same book that piqued his interest at the topic.

The book's plot line was simple: "Two childhood best friends who caught feelings for each other growing up, and eventually confess their love and are now lovers and happy in their relationship."

Strange.

In a sense, the boy was able to picture the both of you, going through the same story as the characters in the book.

"They've known each other for a very long time" the book read. He'd say you and him have also been together for quite some time, now that he thinks about it.

"They care for each other and are always there for the other when they are needed." He remembers the many times you've placed his needs first above your own, and when you were having any difficulty with a mundane task he'd always be there to lend a helping hand.

He skimmed through the other parts of the story, a smile plastered on his face whenever there was a part in the book that was somewhat similar to the things you guys do in your day to day routine.

But the biggest aspect of the book that had caught his attention at the very beginning was

"They both reciprocate their love for one another and finally became lovers."

Kunikuzushi pondered on that phrase.

Just for reference he told himself, he'll admit to having feelings for you. So now. Just as the book described, both the characters in the story share the same feelings for each other, meaning...

The boy let out a gasp he didn't know he was holding in as he read the same lines over and over again. Taking a step back, with squinted eyes and tints of red adorning his face.

Could it possibly be... that you loved too?

His face went full on red from the tips of his ears to the point of his nose as he tried his best to hide the impish smile crawling up his face with his shaky hands.

That was it right? The reason why you took him in in the first place was because of "love at first sight" perhaps? And here he thought he was the only one who was having trouble being in the same room as you because his heart would always jump around whenever you were near, or how by just the sound of your voice would have him weak in the knees. You felt all those things too right? You have feelings for him as well right? R̵̰̜̒͋Ì̵̟̉̈̑̌͘G̷͖̀H̸̖̟̫͍̉Ţ̷̯̈́̌̀̒̃̌?̵͉͈͉̩̟̓͋̽̈́͝

There it was again, that warm feeling.

But instead of just passing it off as just a cold or natural reaction when a certain someone was around him—

He accepted it for what it was.

That he was in love.

He was overjoyed, thrilled, happy... but he needed to ground himself before he can continue going on thinking like this. He calmed his pants and breathes before steadying himself on the nearest piece of furniture near him

This was great. For once in his— as he would describe "uneventful life", he actually finally felt alive again.

But he shouldn't celebrate too soon. He's just realized now throughout the many years of being with you, you had yet to have given a label to your relationship.

He didn't know what came over him, but he needed you. now.

He wasn't going to just sit there and wait for the universe to give him an answer. His ego was inflated and there was no way he was backing down without a proper reply to what he feels for you.

As the flower begins to grow more leaves and roots, so does its need to be given more close attention. One must always water their plants daily, giving it all the necessities it needs in order to grow up healthy and beautifully.

But there are times where you give them a little too much of what they need. So they adapt to what you give and will only continue to ask for more and more.

Huh, what a cunning flower you must be.

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I'll be making a part 2 soon, hope you enjoyed my self indulgent (kinda) yanfic for the one and only purple midget

-kishira

[kimbap-r0ll]

I saw that your ask were open and I wanted to let you know you write the characters really well it’s okay 🥰

and to easy from the s/o

how about some head cannon of the Main four in HXH plus Illumi at a fair and trying to get a certain prize but struggling.

Hi, thank you for the ask! I'm not sure if this is answers the request, but I hope you enjoy! Also, I'm making these without an s/o, it's more platonic/friends-with-the-character. No one here really struggles but they do try nonetheless

HxH main four + Illumi attempt fair prizes

Gon

He wanted to try all of the foods at the fair first before trying prizes, but then one of them that was on fishing caught his eye and the two of you abandoned trying out the funnel cake stand

Fair games are not, well, very fair. However, because of Gon's crazy strength this task comes easily to him. The fish are supposed to be hard to draw out, but he just yanked and almost broke the stand haha

He ends up choosing a big foxbear plush (more or less because it reminds him of Whale Island)

Other than that, he might want to try those punching bag stands. He might break it though :/

Killua

He was there because Alluka and you wanted to go. He probably suggested it first when all of you were wondering what to do this week

Killua was trying out different foods too (similar to Gon) until you pointed out a dart board game. He's really good at them, so you asked if he wanted to give it a try

At first he wasn't interested but after Alluka pointed out a really cute plush at the stand Killua was like "No actually I want to do some darts"

Absolutely destroys the game. He was too good he ended up getting two prizes for you guys haha

Kurapika

I'm amazed you were able to drag him out of his miserable revenge path for some happiness once in his life 😭

He walked around with you, taking photos with you more than anything. However, you point out that there is a fair game you want to try with him, it's a shooting game

His aim is scary good too, like unrealistically good. It doesn't help that you guys are shooting spiders haha

Speaking of spiders, you two end up getting a nice plush but a few stands away some troupe members are playing games too, Don't let Kurapika know though!

Leorio

The two of you were done with exams from the university courses you guys were taking. Because of this, you two celebrated by going to a fair

You guys end up drinking more than anything, however Leorio wants to try the punching bag game with you so you guys try it out

It's more filled with you guys screaming at the bag for how it's not going up the 200 point threshold but then he uses nen and that's sort of the end of it haha

He gets you a really cool trinket, it's kind of like a beyblade

Illumi

It's a miracle you got him to do something fun with you with how busy his life is :/

He doesn't express that he's having fun there, pretty emotionless even on wild carnival rides. However, similar to Killua you guys decide to try a dart game

Illumi's wayy too good too. Honestly it's scary how accurate he is. Might show off a bit by doing some cool tricks too

Afterwards, he'll get you like the biggest plush because he saw you eyeing it earlier. You have to carry it back though, for assassin training or so haha

[dixondeliria]

[gif by] sinnersandsapphics-edits

a/n: I'm not dead! also just a warning, this includes references to readers body being thin (important to the plot). perhaps a tad ooc.

The door swung open, hitting the wall and bouncing back, the rusty hinges that barely held the door up squeaking. The wind and Daryl's heavy boots against creaking wood floors were all that could be heard, and the occasional bird or squirrel that hid in the safety of trees.

Daryl entered the old, worn cabin, with his crossbow raised at eye level. Walking slowly, he surveyed the interior. The exterior gave the impression it was abandoned, as most homes were nearly a decade ago, but that was largely due to the fact that maintenance wasn't the top priority these days.

Icy blue eyes darted throughout the dusty house, occasionally looking through the scope of the bow. If someone was living here, there would be significantly less dust at the very least.

But that didn't mean the dead weren't roaming around inside, so his weapon stayed raised, finger on the trigger.

First he entered the kitchen, hesitantly setting his crossbow to the side, keeping it within arms length. Rummaging through the cupboards and drawers, he grabbed whatever he deemed useful. Any food inside would be far to rotten to eat, but utensils were still a tool he could use.

Next was the living room. Daryl wasn't an avid reader by any means, but it got boring out on his own. He'd much prefer to spend time doing something productive, but maybe whoever was there before had a surival guide or something. He'd likely know all the information inked onto the pages, but it could come in handy.

After throwing a couple random books and magazines into his bag, Daryl turned to head towards the bathroom when he heard the familiar groan. Just one it sounds like.

Unsheathing his hunting knife, he slowly kept towards the closed room. Kicking the door open, he stumbled back to put space between him and whatever was behind the door. As expected, a singular walker stumbled out towards Daryl, but was quickly stopped by his sharpened blade.

Stepping over the body, he peeked into the room, seeing a variety of cheap alcohol brands, many Daryl recognized.

Dumb bastard drank himself to death.

Daryl scoffed, walking back down the hall, ready to leave without checking the rest of the house - when he heard something above him.

It was quiet, but he could hear it. The sound soon was joined by another, chains?

Lifting his bow another time, he looked up at the top of the staircase. Slowly he crept up them, the floorboards screeching in protest to his weight.

Reaching the top, he listened closely to pinpoint which room it was coming from. Second room to the right. Daryl pressed his ear to the door, he heard the chains but no groaning. Blinking confused, he prepared himself before throwing the door open.

His eyes drifted downward, finding the reason behind the noise. A young girl, chained up to a large dresser. Immediately, his bow was lowered as he ran into the room.

Daryl got down on one knee, waving his hand in front of your face. "Hey, hey girl! Can ya hear me?" He asked in worried tone.

He could see you breathing, he could also see your bones sticking out of your thin clothes. You didn't move an inch, your eyes were closed but your mouth was open. Almost a minute passed before he heard a soft whimper leave your throat.

He tried to think of a way to communicate with you before he grabbed your boney hand. "Hey, squeeze my hand if you can understand me, alright? Can ya do that for me?" He asked, his large hand engulfing yours.

Seconds passed before you were able to managed a gentle squeeze.

"Good, that's real good. Listen, I'm gon' help ya, alright? Just gotta hold on a little bit longer." He started.

"I got a camp, s'just me, m'gonna bring you back there and we'll get some grub in you, how's that sound?" He felt another gentle squeeze, this time accompanied by a soft, appreciative whimper.

Daryl went to pick you up before realizing you was still chained up. Exhaling heavily, he looked around the room, trying to find the key. He ripped the place apart, scanning through every drawer. He even cut the mattress open and pulled all the cotton out.

Sweating, he paced around the room, thinking hard about where the key might be. He then remembered the walker from earlier, was he the one who chained you up here?

Daryl all but ran down the steps and back towards where he left the body. Kicking its shoulder to maneuver it onto it's back, he began digging through it's pockets. His heart jumped for a moment when he felt the cold metal brush against his fingers before pulling it out.

Rushing back to you, Daryl kneeled again, unlocking the chains from your wrists.

A heavy breath left your lips as you felt the chains get removed, but you were still too weak to move or speak. You were so tired.

"You still with me, girl?" Daryl asked, holding your hand in his.

You hummed softly as you squeezed his hand. God you were so tired.

"Good, jus' hold on fer me."

Daryl now could lift you without restraints holding you back.

His heart sank as he felt the bones of your shoulder blades dig into his hand, as well as the bones on your kneecaps. He lifted you with almost horrifying ease. Jesus you weighed about as much as his crossbow.

You body ached as the stranger lifted you, so used to being in the same position. You breathed out a weak groan, eyebrows tensing. So tired.

"M'sorry, it hurt?" You managed just enough strength to nod gently, unable to squeeze his hand to communicate anymore.

"I got ya, just hang on for me sweet thing."

His rough voice was like a lullaby, lulling you into rest, you felt so safe in this strangers arms.

[phoenixyfriend]

Do you have any recommendations for Ahsoka Tano time travel fics? I really enjoy all the ones you've written and I'd love to read more like them. The King, the Soldier, and the Spy is probably my favorite :)

Heck yeah, I love doing rec lists.

Obviously this is non-exhaustive because fandom is BIG but here's five:

Living in Borrowed Time by smug_albatross (@scribbling-albatross) - My absolute favorite Ahsoka time-travel fic, no question, and one I've recced several times 😅. This fic did a lot to influence my readings of Rex and Ahsoka, both as people and in relation to each other, and I highly recommend it. This story really hits the spot for characterization that's within the realm of 'realism' (as much as such can apply to a Star Wars context) while still pushing in the direction of something interesting happening. It's also got a perspective I really appreciate when it comes to Anakin, because it's very clear that the POV characters don't trust him and for good reason, because some of those seeds are already there... but most aren't, and he's trying hard to be a good person and he's genuinely confused and hurt about these people, who are so important to him, not trusting him anymore.

Realign the Stars by CrystalRainsWriting, TerinAngel (@terinangel) - Abandoned, unfortunately, but very fun. Ahsoka is far from alone in her time-travel (Obi-Wan, Anakin, Rex, and Cody all go too), but her view on events and the way she interacts with the original timeline characters is great, and unique even among the variety of characters in the story.

Of Queens, Knights, and Pawns by chancecraz (@chancecraz) - This is primarily a Leia fic, but Ahsoka is considered a time-traveler by some metrics, due to Malachor. It's not quite the same thing, but the vibes are close enough that I feel comfortable recommending it.

Tano and Kenobi by FireflyFish - Depending on your opinions of a specific character, this is YMMV. Ahsoka and Obi-Wan are, as a general rule, a delight, and I enjoy their interactions immensely. However, if you like Qui-Gon and consider him a flawed but fundamentally good person (which, you follow me, so probably), this might not be the fic for you.

Although He Smiles by AutumnChild22 (HonestlyHelen) (@autumnchild22) - Unlike most of what I've recced here, Ahsoka is not time-traveling from the Rebels era, but rather from TCW to TPM. (It's also the one and only AU that I've encountered that convinces me there's potential in Ahsoka/Obi-Wan as a time-travel ship, even if the fic is very ambiguous on the nature of that relationship.)

[blueboobutterfly]

Maybe not really a hot take but Satine is an awful leader.

Everyone wants to gloss over how much horrible shit Satine either directly or inadvertently caused not only to her people but their culture. Like, she basically helped cause a mass cultural genocide and then stopped teaching anything about Mandalorians basic culture. Not only that but she left her entire planet/people defenseless basically, from both inside and outside forces. Point: Death Watch basically rebuilding under her nose and all of the horrible Shit they were doing. Like how do you let one of Mandalore’s biggest terroist groups, who have done horrible shit against their own people, fucking run rampant? Like how??? Also all the fucking criminal organizations running around and running shit behind her back.

Sure she was willing to die for her beliefs, but she wasn’t willing to fight for them. For her people. I honestly don’t like her and Obi-Wan together for the simple fact that the whole Melida/Daan arc part of his backstory would be upset by her choices in the long run. Obi-Wan knew Cerasi; a girl who wanted to have peace and stop the fighting, but knew she knew laying down her weapons or disarming wouldn’t lead them to peace. She fought for her people, for her peace and died for it. She wanted more than anything for the fighting and bloodshed to end, as well as knowing that violence wasn’t always the answer, nor did it always feel good, but you needed to be able to stand up and fight for yourself. For your home and people. Cerasi fought for her people and her right to peace. She fought for her people and what they wanted/needed when her planet was in turmoil. She fought so other wouldn’t have too.

Satine didn’t fight for basically anything; most of the time it was Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon, or literally anyone else doing to for her. She stood on her soap box of holier-than-thou bullshit and literally helped tear apart an entire culture because of her selfish beliefs. She may not have used a gun or knife, but she used her words as weapons against an entire culture. To demean and demonize a whole group of people for their beliefs while she raised her own as the superior one. It’s fucking hypocritical. Not to mention the entire white washing and low diversity of species in Mandalore during her reign, when Mandalorians before where they were very diverse with all sorts of races/species. And instead of learning from past mistakes, from using her history and bettering Mandalore with it, she decided to abandon all of her culture to become more like the republic.

And honestly the biggest argument to her criticism is: ‘Satine doesn't want to use violence because the history of Mandalore is based around a ton of violence’ or ‘Violence isn’t the answer’. So let’s break these two arguments down.

1) Just because a group of peoples ancestors or past has violence doesn’t mean their culture/people bad. Many cultures or groups of people have pasts with a lot of violence against them or from them. But they learn from it, they might not make these changes immediately but they will change with time and support. Not only that, but just because a culture has of war or violence doesn’t mean you should learn from it or see the strengths of that culture because of it. The actions may have been wrong but to see the strengths of your people, even from stuff you may (or may not) perceive as bad helps cultures and people to grow. To learn from the past to not repeat it. It is common sense.

2) I will agree that violence outright will not solve every problem, nor should it. Diplomacy is something we should strive for. But saying that all violence, even in defense is wrong is idiotic. Even if a culture has a part of violent nature doesn’t mean a person defending themselves will turn them into a aggressive person or some shit. Being able to fight and stand your ground is the most basic instinct of most people. To defend one’s self and loved ones is a reason to fight. To fight for justice, for peace, for freedom! All are good reasons to fight. Maybe not everyone frights for the right reasons, but that doesn’t mean all fighting or violence is needless. Demilitarizing your people and telling them to not take up arms against invaders or aggressors is not only fucking stupid but honestly a horrific idea. Either they fight and majority of people will condemn them, or they don’t fight and end up getting hurt or dying. Or worse.

EDIT: she also sent a lot of people who disagreed with her off mandalore because violence bad. But cultural genocide is totally okay 🙄

[tennessoui]

🌹

And thank you for sharing your lovely works!!! ❤️❤️❤️

ahhh thank you for reading them :D

so this is the beginning to a wip lovingly titled "making faces at babies 8k", expanding off of this silly lil au featuring jedi obi-wan and senator anakin and babies luke and leia!

If Obi-Wan had known that excelling in his negotiation and public influence classes would have led the Jedi Council to choose him as the Jedi-Senate liaison, he really may have thought more seriously about the ExploraCorps as a career option.

After all, members of the ExploraCorps never have to wear stiff robes, nor do they have to endure Senator Mawkul’s stray and rather eager hands, nor do they have to deal with any accidental explosions they may set off just by their mere presence. 

The Senate, perhaps unsurprisingly, is a powderkeg on any given day. Every Jedi knows that, and Obi-Wan in turn understands how flattering it is that the Council has deemed him brave, stupid, and skilled enough to act as the Jedi spokesperson in a room full of planetary representatives who are perpetually torn between hating, worshipping, and fearing the Jedi Order.

It is singularly exhausting, and it makes Obi-Wan long for the days of his padawanship that he spent stomping after his master through mud-filled swamps and brambled-covered forests. Oh, if only Qui-Gon could see him now. What he must think of his padawan, so totally abandoning the tenets and his very connection with the living Force, trading it in for pomp and procedure and mindnumbing, endless, boredom.

Endless boredom with one very integral bright spot.

Well, technically two.

send me a 🌹 and I'll share a random sentence of a random wip

[mammonsdabloon]

Obey Me! as my quote book #2

Warnings: swearing, nsfw-ish? Really just vulgar jokes

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Mammon: “DID I-? Holy shit I just got a paper cut from a McDonald’s fries container.”

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Asmo: “how you gon have no green card OR v-card? 😐”

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Mammon: “I wish coffee made my day better. Instead, I cry over how much I spent on said coffee as I drink it.”

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Levi: “people with depression are like legos, they break down or they stick together.”

Solomon: “secret third option where they break down together :).”

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Belphie: “oooo look a caprisun!”

Beel: “that’s mine I claimed it.”

Belphie: “since when?”

Beel: “since a few days ago.”

moments later

Beel, in demon form: “BITCH YOU HAD YOUR SHARE.”

Belphie: “bitch you know you gotta chug when it’s a caprisun.”

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Lucifer: “put your phone away before I have to start killing people.”

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Lucifer: “fucking mammon.”

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Solomon: “oh! It was mr krabs birthday yesterday!”

MC, on the verge of tears: “wHy dO yoU kNoW thAt?!”

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Thirteen: “ITS ALWAYS THE PEOPLE THAT BLAST THEIR MUSIC ON BIG ASS SPEAKERS THAT GOT THE WORST MUSIC TASTE!”

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Satan: “I’m trying to be a good person….it’s failing miserably.”

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Thirteen to Solomon: “that man is a fuckin’ ODDITY.”

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Lucifer: “I’m gonna be 52 when I turn 18.”

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Beel: “you have more water at home.”

Luke: “actually no I don’t that was our last bottle.”

Belphie: “you got a sink right?”

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Solomon: “are you one of them queerrrssss”

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Everyone (except raph 😭) with Solomon’s food: “THIS TASTE LIKE HOPSCOTCH AND LARGO MEDICAL.”

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Solomon: “Lucifer, bestie.”

Asmo: *GASP*

Asmo: “YOU MOTHERFUCKER.”

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Satan: “BELPHIE! My favorite quiet kid!”

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Levi: “SEIIEJDJEJDKDJWJDBJDE I- I- I AM GOING TO PUNCH. A. DONKEYYYY.”

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Luke: “I JUST NEED TO KNOW HOW FUCKING TALL LUCIFER IS. IMA YOINK HIM. IMA YOINK HIS HEIGHT.”

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Levi: “I DONT SEND HIM DICK PICS ON PLAYSTATION!”

Satan: “YES YOU DO.”

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Beel: “I drank bong water.”

Belphie: “you drank bong water…?”

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Solomon: “Master has given dobby legal documents!”

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Lucifer to Mammon: “I need you to stop infecting my fucking vocabulary.”

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Solomon: “does anyone have any water that isn’t watered down?”

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Levi, about life: “I don’t like this arc.”

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Asmo: “I know 💕”

Mephisto: “don’t you fucking 💕 me.”

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Raphael: *rises from the dead* “I am, Abraham Lincoln.”

Thirteen: “WHAT? WTF DOES THAT MEAN?? YOU RISE FROM THE DEAD AND THINK OF A FUCKING PENNY?!”

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Mammon: “g’s are weird in words ok! Fuck you and your luigi words.”

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Belphie, laying on the floor: “the party, is down here.”

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Belphie: “adoption is just abandonment with extra steps”

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Mammon: “….nice weather...”

Barbatos: “….that’s a light.”

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Diavolo: “I was so astonished I threw a piece of cheese at him”

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Lucifer: “my little brother just called hitler the president of Russia”

Simeon: “good, he knows his algebra! :D”

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Asmo: “sperm flavored lemon. Yummy.”

Solomon: “OMG. THAT SHOULD BE A SLUSHY FLAVOR.”

Asmo and Solomon: “SPERM SLUSHY”

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yes i let luke say fuck he deserves that right he deserves to be able to go apeshit