#I DON'T CARE THEY ARE IN LOVE IN THIS UNIVERSE

[gangstalkerbarbie]

there isn't a difference if they're desexed really, but if they're not there are a few, mostly to do with the fact that cat society is matriarchal and doesn't contain space for mature males. at all. they exist on the fringes of the community to mate with the females and socialise their own maturing male young, that's it.

intact female cats can be kind of aloof because they think you're a mother or sister sort of thing that will always be in their lives, although personalities vary, and for example my grandmother's queen was a very sheepdog kind of cat, very "overly familiar micromanaging corporate executive in a little furry body". she figured she was sort of on the generational hierarchical level that my mum was on, and everyone younger than that was kittens to her.

intact males are allowed to stay near the colony if the family group of females they mate with/are closely related to likes them, but most of them get thrown out to impress an unrelated family or die. in that respect of course your intact male cat will demonstratively adore you, he has no idea why you put up with him! these stereotypes formed before neutering was universal.

i think it is important for like, zoological accuracy reasons to know that intact male cats, the animals this stereotype formed around, do actually love you differently.

it's just not because they're anything like a man. it's because a wild cat colony would already have long since driven them away or killed them, and this antipathy is innate on the part of the colony (neutered female cats dislike the smell of intact males as much as intact ones not in heat), but learned (traumatically) on the part of the tomcat.

not that he necessarily "knows" that you "should" have got rid of him by now - it's just that he's wired to bond flexibly with anything because evolutionarily he's destined to need social skills and the ability and desire to bond over and over again to survive in constantly changing social environments, moving from colony to colony. rats are actually very similar, to the point that male rats are more or less born able to tell faces apart but females are faceblind until the end of puberty, since they don't leave their mothers and have no reason to be able to learn faces until they need to remember who they've mated with.

female cats have spent their whole lives with the same related individuals over that same length of evolutionary time, so they have no reason to be primed to care about constantly making a good impression - chances are they'll always have altruistic relatives at least vaguely around, you know? life is easier for girl cats, so they're less anxious about the integrity of their social bonds, and have fewer reasons to learn how to act chill when they might not feel like it.

again, none of this matters if the animals are neutered before sex impacts them in any meaningful behavioural way! but just this once it's naturalistic observation behind the stereotype, not only human cultural projection.

The whole "boy cat" thing is so annoyingggggg your cats gender has nothing to do with how they feel about you i literally cannot imagine being so brain rotted by patriarchy that you somehow think your neutered male cat has special male love for you that female cats don't have the capacity for. Is there something wrong with you

[cvntroach5000]

LaDS men - "Would you still love me if I was a worm?"

dialogue only, slight crack, 1 gendered term used ("ma'am" by Sylus)

content warning: swearing, implied vore (Rafayel), suggestive themes (Sylus)

Xavier ✨

"Xavier, would you still love me if I was a worm?"

"..."

"...Why are you hesitating"

"Oh, sorry, I'm not. I was just thinking what kind of worm you'd be and what you'd need to be kept happy and safe. I'd need to build you some kind of enclosure... But if you were a worm, how would I know which things you like and which you don't? Worms can't talk. I guess I'd have to learn how to speak worm and watch you really closely."

"I'm sure if anyone could make me a happy worm, it'd be you."

"I'm glad you think so. Still, worms are so small and fragile... Please, don't turn into a worm. I don't think my heart could take worrying so much about you."

"Don't worry, I won't! It's just an internet meme."

"Good. Then it's settled. Neither of us will ever turn into worms. If we have to become animals, let's be cats or birds. Together. So we can talk and be equals."

Zayne ❄️

"Zayne, would you still love me if I was a worm?"

"...Sigh."

"Well? Would you, would youuu?"

"Yes. I would become a worm doctor and make sure you are the happiest, healthiest worm. Is that a satisfying answer?"

"Very!"

"Good. Any other hypothetical questions you'd like to ask?"

"Hmm... What kind of worm do you think I'd be?"

"I'm afraid I'm not familiar enough with different worm species to answer that question in a scientifically accurate way. However, I can guarantee you, you would be a worm that is beloved by Zayne."

Rafayel 🪸

"Rafayel, would you still love me if I was a worm?"

"Uhm, duh?? You'd be the cutest little worm, I'd eat you and keep you safe in my stomach."

"...What"

"What"

"You could've stopped at 'yes' and calling me cute."

"Yeah? Well, what about you? What would you do if I turned into a handsome, talented worm?"

"I wouldn't eat you, that's for sure."

"I guess it'd be a shame to waste such a special worm for a meal. You could make me a little worm art studio and then sell my artworks. That way, I could take care of you, even if I was a worm."

"Do you think worms look tasty, Rafayel"

"Of course I don't! But I think you'd be a delicious-looking, tasty little worm."

"...I'm starting to regret asking."

"I literally did nothing wrong."

"You brought vore into this house!"

"Jesus spoke the truth and they hated him for it, too"

"Who the fuck is Jesus"

Sylus 🥀

"Sylus, would you still love me if I was a worm?"

"Heh. What a strange question. Where did that come from?"

"It's an internet meme."

"Well, of course, I would, sweetie. After all, who could resist an adorable worm like you? I'd find an architect and a gardener to design you the largest, most luxurious enclosure, so that you could have the most opportunity to thrive out of any worm in the universe. Every day, I'd tell you how much I love you. And I'd subdue the world, so they'd worship the ground you burrow in."

"...Sylus, I think we gotta have sex now."

"Oh? I didn't know a bit of worm talk could get you so riled up, sweetie."

"You know this isn't about the worm."

"Haha."

"Take off your clothes"

"Yes, ma'am~"

Caleb 🍎

"Caleb, would you—"

"Yes."

"You don't even know what I was gonna—"

"You were going to ask me if I would still love if you were a worm, right?"

"..."

"The answer is yes. Hundred times yes."

"...It'd be nice if you let me finish my question."

"Oh. Okay! Ask me again, I'll wait this time."

"Caleb, would you still love me if I was a worm?"

"Yes!"

"How did you know what I was going to ask anyway?"

"I heard you the other day discussing the meme with your friends. I figured you'd ask sooner or later."

"Hmph."

"Soooo... Would you love me if I was a worm?"

"You're already a worm and I love you just fine, don't I?"

[lovedahlia]

LOVERBOY ! SOLDIER BOY HEADCANONS ( 18+ ! )

. . . bc i'm feeling so incredibly mentally ill rn. lemme live in this fantasy. that i believe to be true & how my pookie beloved would BEEEEE. idc if u think it's ooc this is my canon.

ben greets you every time you see each other with a kiss on the back of the hand and some murmured words, like, "hey pretty."

he's constantly showering you with gifts.

flowers for when he does something bad, with a messy scrawled note that says "sorry for making you cry. kisses." or, "sorry i punched a hole through the door. love you." or, "not apologizing for beating that guy's face in. sorry it upset you though. kisses."

chocolates for when he comes over. two boxes, one for him, one for you, because he knows ( from previous experience ) that it irritates you when he'd steal from yours.

( it does not stop him still from stealing )

jewelry! every time he sees something that you would look pretty in! and he does the clasps for you.

he's a nuzzler. you made the mistake once of mentioning how his beardburn tickled and now he doesn't just aim to leave it between your thighs but he rubs his face on your neck and throat like a cat.

he's still gruff as fuck, but it's with more intent, now. he'll bend you over and throw your legs around and move you as he pleases but kisses each part along the way.

like. he puts your legs over his shoulders when you're pinned beneath him and kisses your ankle. he puts you on your hands and knees and trails little kisses down your spine.

don't get him started on hickeys. seriously. he bites.

the aftercare is so lovely with him :( he absolutely doesn't listen to your insistences that you're fine. he's already running a bath for you, WITH bubbles, even though it wastes your pretty soaps.

he just likes to be able to scoop some bubbles up and pile them on your head while you're in there <3 bc oh yeah, he is washing u. don't even try to argue.

long days = him not saying a word when he gets home = he's just immediately snatching you from wherever you are to drag you to the nearest seat so he can sit with you in his lap. many dinners have been burnt bc of this.

he likes when you play with his hair! it makes him feel like something gentle and kind and deserving of it, when you treat him so lovely. even though he only ever cares what people think of him with you, and only cares how he behaves in front of you.

praise <3 you could walk into a room and he'd be like "my pretty baby's so damn steady on their feet, my god." he wants you to have the biggest ego on the planet actually

he also likes to remind you of how well you take him when he's fucking you.

he WILL and DOES pay attention to your cues. you're overwhelmed? need a break? he's not questioning it. maybe he'll tease you that "you didn't need a break last time he was so rough" but that's all.

forehead kisses. he is tall. he is kissing the top of your head, your forehead, or your temple, whenever he damn pleases.

he has probably killed people for looking at you wrong or being mean to you. at the very least he threatens it, because how could someone be mean to you? you? his baby? the one who's never done a thing wrong in your life?

. . . of course my first post over here is me being soldier boy's biggest simp in the universe. kissin the ground he walks on. literally im there on the ground rn doin it do u see me.

tags <3 @figthoughts @honeyryewhiskey @titsout4jackles @deansbeer @aileenunfiltered @bluemerakis @deansbite @beausling @ultravi0lence14 @starzify @angelblqde i don't remember all my mooties to tag over here ... if u are forgotten pls take me out back n shoot me 4 this mistake.

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[evie-lyn]

I came up with this idea for a story last night, little Danny Phantom goes to the DC universe and meets the Batfamily, and is possibly adopted? Well, not really.

This is how it begins, Sam and Tucker along with the rest of the passersby of Amity Park have just seen the ghost known as Skullker flying over the streets, and they panic. That this ghost is free is not the worrying part that upsets them, but what he is carrying in his arms, which is clearly a childish and smiling version of Danny Phantom who does not seem to understand the danger he is in the hands of the hunter. Unfortunately they turn invisible and disappear before Sam and Tucker can think of how to stop them.

So what happened?

Simple, the Fentons were testing a new weapon that was supposed to shoot rays, but in reality it shoots green slime that they don't know what it does, and that slime hit Danny, who was worried at first because he didn't know the effects of the weapon, but after five hours without any changes He forgot about the incident, and went out to patrol the streets of the City. There he encountered Skullker, and starting to chase and try to hunt the other for sport, is good practice for both of them now that they get along better and aren't actively wanting to take down the other.

Well, mid-hunt and mid-flight, Skullker sees a green halo pass by Danny and manages to catch him in time before he crashes to the ground only to hold in his arms a small version of Phantom who barely knows his name and where he is. Knowing that this is not normal, the hunter decides to seek help, he knows about the guardian of time and his role as mentor to the boy, a boy who turns out to be the new ghost king and although Skullker is not really interested in who the king is and what he does, even he knows that this is a big problem, and he proves it when the knight under the king's orders appeared in front of them worried about the state of the young monarch. They both take Danny to the guardian who, after a small checkup, assures them that Danny is fine, that the reason for his condition is the hit of a defective weapon created to weaken ghosts, and with Danny being a halfa but his true form being that of the ghost king, the attack Instead of weakening him, it warped the ectoplasm in his body back to its primary form, which in turn and unexpectedly affected his physical appearance and mental state.

Fortunately it is temporary, and will last until the affected ectoplasm is renewed, which in the human world will take longer and be more uncomfortable and tedious for Danny, and since he has to be cared for now that he is essentially a ghost baby, it It's better for Danny to stay in the ghost zone. With Clockwork unfit for the job and Fright Night unable to do it alone, it's up to Skullker and the rest of the ghosts to take care of Danny. Surprisingly, no one is against it, most of the inhabitants of the ghost zone are on good terms with Danny, or at least tolerate him and do not hate him, and many of them recognize his position as King, so they have no problems in be his babysitters. (Some of them with the idea of ​​molding the young mind of the ghost king and planting ideas that are convenient with their own interests for when Danny takes the throne.)

Do they do a good job as babysitters? Yes and no. It mostly helped that Danny is not difficult to care for, to entertain, it's mostly obedient, and well, adorable, and that he was so interested in getting to know everyone, but ghosts, apart from preventing him from suffering permanent damage, are not the most responsible and safe when It's about taking care of a small child. The good thing is that Danny, who still maintains his powers and transformation into a ghost, is having a wonderful time, and the ghosts are appreciating and forming bonds with their king (whom they all quickly and unanimously establish that they love more than anything. and they will protect him at all costs).

Danny enjoys playing with the ghosts, listening to their stories, learning their skills, such as using each and every one of Skullker's hunting weapons, Fright Night's sword, Ember's guitar after he showed interest in her music, eating the food that the lunch lady prepared especially for him, getting into mischief with her daughter and Young blood and generally just enjoying his time in the ghost zone with the other ghosts.

A couple of human weeks of extreme peace and fun pass in the ghost zone, until as expected, something unexpected and problematic happens. It's Fright Night's turn to be babysitter when Danny asks him to go explore what will be his castle when he is king, and although currently his king is no more than 4 years old in mortal age, Danny is still his king and he as his most loyal servant, he grants him wish. Now, we said that Danny is not a complicated child, but he is impulsive, has little to no sense of self-preservation, and is too curious for his own good, and it took Fright Night taking his eyes off of Danny for two seconds for the boy to walk away and begin exploring the castle on his own, finding a pond of glowing green water in one of the rooms downstairs, where Danny got too close to the edge of rock with strange writings that he couldn't understand and that began to vibrate when he touched them, leaned too close to take a closer look at what inside the water he can distinguish as a rock ceiling that is not that of the room, and inevitably his hand resting on the edge slipped and Danny fell into the pond before the horrified look of Fright Night who had finally given his whereabouts, only to see him disappear into the waters and thus vanish from the ghost zone.

Danny almost immediately resurfaces from the waters of the pond, coughing and moving his arms and legs frantically to avoid drowning, but stops when he realizes that the pond is not deep and that when he stops, the water barely reaches his waist, so he stands up. He calms down and begins to walk towards the edge only to hear gasps of surprise and a couple of grunts from above and when he looks up he finds 5 individuals in uniforms and masks watching him in various states of shock, horror and caution. Danny quickly knows that he is no longer in his castle and that he doesn't know these masked people and that he doesn't know their intentions, and despite that Danny is not afraid, he is confused but not scared, and soon his confusion turns to curiosity, and being the friendly and gentle little ghost he's always been, Danny smiles at them.

Danny: Hi! I'm Danny Phantom, and who are you?

Batman and his team were informed by magic users about the discovery of a Lazarus Pit in Illinois Michigan, in a cave under a cemetery. But that's not all, they were also informed of an alarming change in the axis of this plane that according to magic users cannot mean anything good.

They immediately set out to investigate this phenomenon, hoping that it is a false alarm and thus be able to appease the magic users and the paranoia that they all share, and if so, protect the place to prevent the wrong people from approaching. Hood is restless the closer they get to the place and when they reach their destination he is shaking slightly, so imagine their surprise when they actually find themselves with a new Lazarus pit that they had no prior knowledge of and they do not know if anyone has already used it, and they are even more surprised when they see a small boy with white hair and a black and white suit rise from the waters, approach the edge of the pit, look at them with the greenest eyes they have ever seen and with the most adorable and innocent smile in the world simply greet them.

Everyone freezes, Batman takes a defensive and suspicious stance, Hood takes a step back with his eyes open and glued to the boy's figure, Danny, while internally going into a panic attack, Red Robin remains alert but leaning slightly to see better, and Robin imitates his father although there is a slight touch of curiosity in his expression that cannot be hidden. No one moves for a long time, unsure of how to proceed.

The boy tilts his head at their lack of response to his greeting, looking confused, but soon he smiles again and with the ease of a feather rising in the wind he flies over the pit until he is in front of Robin with a particular emotion in his eyes, everyone prepares for the worst.

Danny: Tag, you're it!

He says touching Damian's forehead and just as if it were the most normal thing in the world he flies over their heads and towards the entrance of the cave while laughing. The five slowly turn toward the exit, listening to the infant's laughter and his excited cries for Robin to come after him.

Hood: ... What The Actual Fuck?

[xgremlinxx]

I was literally thinking about this, like nobody from my past is worth being sad about...I was always the one that did or fronted everything, and it still wasn't enough. Hey, i'm not mad, i'm glad they showed their true colors to me.

A lot of them can't tell me that they had better than me, they settled for losers, drug addicts, and selfish bozos. Hey i'm not the greatest but I saw what they went for after me, don't ever tell me I didn't love or try with my whole heart, I saw how you settled for less because of your delusions. But tell me, why should I care when you didn't? lol Such a funny thing. I simply can't be arsed anymore.

yes, nobody is worth being sad about over losing them for me personally except for my parents, sponsoring my old ass letting me squat. I'll love them to the ends of the universe and back.

and nah i dga single fuck about being independent right now...My parents are great, sorry I didn't have fuck ass parents like ya'll. My states economy is dog shit, people making minimum wage to pay for fast food meals. Shit is burning down, inflation is too high. Rents too high, groceries too high, lol I dated a woman that had it so rough they need to sell their pussy...and you know what, I would totally sell dick if it was socially acceptable and celebrated like it is to sell pussy in the year of our lord 2025. LOL If it was in demand, but I wasn't born with a pussy, and lets be honest, thank g0d for that! Ya'll women in the west are beyond cooked, but I get it...Don't agree with it, but I understand.

I'm just being facetious. I could never sell my soul like that. There is literally nothing left in people like that, and it's so sad to see up close, so much sadder than just hearing about it.

Im finna work and stack until things improve. There is no rush. There is still time (famous last words). I'd like to fill the gaps of my character with substance, part of my problem is being too hollow at times, I am not me without passion. I see now safeguarding my vision & protecting peace comes b4 all.

People that carry years long attachments for people that were not good for them, broke up with them ( 5 years ago +) or did them wrong is the most cringe shit ever, quite frankly I'm not trying to be like ya'll.

[beloveddawn-blog]

Merchandise Blues! Aika and Zira Go to the Zoo!

Fandom: Pretty Pretty Please I Don't Want to be a Magical Girl

Rating: Gen

Words: 2k

Summary: There's a new line of Star Guardian merch out! Zira loves it. Aika is conflicted.

Based off of @kianamaiart's amazing universe and @ok-pop-1's incredible art! The concept behind it was just so fun!

Aika slid further down into her seat as yet another yellow Star Bag came into sight. Hoshi smirked, but Zira wasn’t concerned with them.

“You okay?” She asked her crush friend, nudging the smaller girl gently.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” Aika replied, pulling herself up straighter and trying to smile like she wasn’t bothered. “I just forgot the new merch line was out this week, that’s all. It’s just… just a lot. Of blue. And yellow. Very yellow.”

“... You do know you are also wearing blue and yellow, right?” Zira asked, unable to stop the question. Aika’s face twisted back into a pout and she sulked back down into her seat.

“They were my favourite colours first!” She insisted, then hissed in a softer voice, “That’s why she wears them, not the other way around.”

“True!” Hoshi piped up from beside them. “I don’t really care what colours Aika wears. Both my colour and the uniform match her preferences, since it helps human confidence so much to feel like you look good.” They went back to comparing hoodies with an over-excited kindergartener then, entirely ignoring the girls once again.

Aika shook her head while Zira giggled, as amused as always at how the two mirrored each others’ disinterest and disillusionment in perfectly inverted symmetry. 

Aika glanced around the train car again, and her face fell when she saw one group that ramped the whole merch thing up to 11. The parents were… mostly normal. They both had the new hoodies, he had a bag and she was wearing Star Wand print leggings, but the kids…

The baby was actually really cute, dressed like a little star with the hood up. Wings longer than the kid themself hung down from the carrier the mom had them in and the little blue baby shoes matched the whole thing perfectly, even though they obviously weren't part of the official line.

The elementary schooler, on the other hand… Zira probably thinks she’s cute. Aika thought, scowling unconsciously at a little redhead wearing a replica of her uniform, right down to the (NON-platform, at least they were sensible there) boots. Her hair was up in two little ponytails held in place with ties that had satin stars on them, and she was clutching a Star Guardian doll with one arm and her dad’s hand with the other. She was gazing around in wonder at all the other people wearing the same colours before she spotted Aika and her eyes went wide.

“MOMMY SHE HAS STAR PIGTAILS TOO!!” The kid shrieked, both parents immediately shushing her. “I’m so sorry,” Her father told the people around them, “Katie shush. You’ll wake the baby and you’re bothering others.” Her mom hissed. Her face twisted at the rebuke, and in only a blink she’d slipped her father’s hold and was right up in Aika’s face.

“Ummm… Hi?” Aika tried, not quite certain what had just happened here.

“You love Star Guardian too.” The kid insisted, reaching towards Aika’s hair but stopping just short. “Mommy can’t get the buns right, so Daddy bought me the bows. Did your Mommy do these for you?”

Aika blinked at her while her father rushed up to them, apologizing before he even got there. “Ah, no? I do them myself.”

“STAR GUARDIAN IS THE BEST!” The kid shrieked again, just as her father scooped her up. One hand wrapped around her to cover her mouth as he hushed her.

“Katie, no. We’ve talked about this, you can’t be yelling inside like that. You know better. It’s really rude, as is getting in this nice young lady’s face like that.” He turned towards Aika himself as his kid quieted down to sulk. “I’m really sorry about that. She’s usually not like this, but her grandmother just bought her the dress and now she’s a bit overwrought and is having a hard time calming down. I’m sorry she went to touch you as well. I promise she usually does know better.”

“It’s alright.” Aika replied, not quite certain what else to say. Zira smirked a bit next to her, noticing an opportunity to tease her friend a little.

“She’s quite the fan, isn’t she? And Star Guardian is her favourite?” The girl perked up at this, though she kept her voice to a reasonable level when she responded.

“She saves people.” The wonder in her voice was so awestruck it even made Zira a little uncomfortable, knowing that she knew something the girl didn’t. She snuck a glance at Aika, who was now having an even harder time pretending she didn’t want to snap at the kid just a little.

“That is what she does.” Hoshi broke in distractedly, now looking out the window. “It’s what she’s here for.”

Aika’s face fell at that in a way that made the man’s brow furrow in concern. The little girl didn’t notice. 

“She saved us.” She continued, clutching her doll with hero-worship clear on her face. “I gave her a flower and she thanked me for it. Grandma’s teaching me to grow buttercups so next time I can give her one I grew just for her, rather than one I picked in the park.”

“... A buttercup?” Aika asked, her defensiveness dropping from her even as her eyebrows drew together. “You gave her a buttercup?”

The little girl buried her face in her father’s shoulder, suddenly shy, so it was him that nodded. “She did. There was a fight at the park and my wife couldn’t move very quickly because she was pregnant. Star Guardian got us out safely, and Katie gave her a buttercup she had picked just before it all went pear-shaped. It made an impression on us, as I’m sure you can see.” He gestured to himself then, and both Aika and Zira joined in with his little chuckle. He headed back to the rest of his family then, and Katie waved at them over his shoulder. Aika waved back, a soft grin on her face.

“Star Guardian made quite an impression on them.” Zira commented, trying to gauge Aika’s mood after that run-in.

Aika’s face fell, and Zira winced. “She does that.” There was a hollowness to Aika’s voice that Zira wasn’t used to hearing and wasn’t sure how to handle.

“I remember you putting that buttercup in a vase when you got home.” Hoshi commented, obviously trying to cajole the young girl back into a better mood. It didn’t work, as the smile Aika gave them was brittle around the edges and so obviously forced.

“I remember how much trouble I got in for breaking formation to help them.” She replied mildly. “No one would talk about anything else for weeks. It was all, “How could you be so unprofessional, Aika? Don’t you ever think of anyone but yourself? You’re so unreliable Aika. We can’t trust your judgement. How are you always late?” Eventually everyone seemed to get bored of it, but it would still come up every now and then when I was ‘underperforming’.” She put the air quotes around the word, but even if she hadn’t her tone would have conveyed them anyway. Hoshi winced.

“Yeah, that was… not my best showing. I messed that up pretty bad.” Their voice was rough in a way that in a human would probably have meant they were fighting back tears but Hoshi… wasn’t. There wasn’t a human equivalent to the tone of it. It reminded Zira of grief.

“How?” She questioned, unable to help herself even though she could tell that neither of them really wanted to talk about it. “What happened with that fight?”

Hoshi squirmed a bit, but did answer. “One of the other girls took a bad hit that probably wouldn’t have happened if Star Guardian was there. It all… Got a little personal. After. And I… Didn’t shut that down. I should have. I should have made it clear that they didn’t have the authority to question Aika’s judgement or dedication. And I should have trusted in them myself.”

Aika was leaning forward now to look at Hoshi around Zira, and it was clear on her face that they had never discussed this since. She obviously didn’t know Hoshi regretted it. “So why didn’t you?” She demanded, causing Hoshi to slink back defensively into their hoodie.

“Mainly because I just really didn’t understand humans.” They replied, obviously trying to keep their defensiveness out of their tone. “I’d never worked with any before, and this was fairly early on in your career. Usually a Guardian team needs to work together to defeat a monster. I was… trying to encourage you to think of your team first, because I assumed that without them you couldn’t win and more people would be in danger. Most species are not as… creative as humans, and even other humans aren’t as creative as you, Aika.” Aika blushed at that, obviously pleased with the praise. “I thought your apparent willingness to abandon your teammates was a show of weakness and disharmony, rather than of trust. And… I think the other girls followed my lead on that.”

Aika blinked at them. “There is never a world where I will abandon a family that has no way to protect themselves for the sake of a group that should have the ability to fight on their own. Also it’s really messed up that you expect a kid to make that choice. I was still in elementary school.”

Hoshi nodded. “Yeah, I also… Don’t really have a frame of reference for just how young you were when you started. I wasn’t expecting that. So since neither the Star Shard or humanity come with an instruction manual, I had to just figure it out on the fly. That time I guessed wrong, but it took over a year for me to know that. By that time it was too late to fix.”

There was a very uncomfortable silence radiating from both sides of her that made Zira shiver from a purely emotional cold. Then a thought came, and she broke it in as awkward a way as she ever did. “You should join the leadership club.”

They both turned to her, blinking in bemusement. “The leadership club?” Aika repeated in bewilderment.

“Yeah!” She replied, just going with it now that they weren’t so upset. “You said humans don’t come with an instruction manual, but there are still things you can do and learn to make it easier to work with us! I don’t think you can take any actual management courses, those are usually adult things, but leadership would be a good start!”

Aika laughed at that. “That's a great idea! And since we joined the book club, Hoshi’s gonna be on their own for it. Sounds like fun.”

The star in question sulked back into their seat. “I don’t wanna miss book club!” They insisted. “That kid with the hair gets all uppity when I’m not there to refute their nonsense, and besides! I’ve already read the book!”

Zira blinked at them. “That book was decided on yesterday,” she stressed. “How have you already read it?”

“Hoshi doesn’t need to sleep as much as we do.” Aika replied, getting to her feet just as the announcement came on. “Come on, this is our stop! I can’t wait to see the penguins!” Her face lit up with glee as the train rocked to a stop, and she was gone the moment the doors opened. Zira found themself grinning as well, their previous mood restored. Aika had that effect on people. 

[jd-loves-fiction]

Hey there! I might have an oddly specific request, but like. I am craving a trope but I am too lazy to write anything myself. Feel free to not accept this :"D

Could you write maybe like a *micro* oneshot about Boothill finding his past lover (from before his planet got nuked), but here's the thing, the lover did an ftm transition, so Boothill may have not realised at first.

And secondly, there is a child. Boothill's, but he had no idea.

The circumstances under what they reconnect is up to you. Wether it's fluff or angst, also.

Thank you in advance, cool writer person!<3

🌑felt that first part😭 ALSO this idea is so good rAAAH I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT IIITT (idk if this sucks but i hope i did this wonderful idea justice my dear, i poured all my love into this ❤️)

ALSO ALSO listened to 'Would you fall in love with me again' on loop writing this cuz the vibes are immaculate :)

Warnings: Spoilers for Boothill's backstory, mention of reader pre-transition as 'her' once but by male descriptors everwhere else, I have no experience writing ftm reader's so forgive my ignorance and let me know if I did good if you can 🥺

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 / 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠

The saloon is lively, crowded, not Boothill’s usual scene but fate or whatever sorry god is in charge of his path brought him here. His mission is complete and he’s exhausted – so out drinking he goes, even though he can barely feel the drink’s effects anymore. He supposes it must be the principle of the thing, a sort of tradition that helps him not lose his mind along the way.

Boothill scans the room by instinct, seeing dancing couples fill the entire room up to the corners – some slowly, some so fast it’s as if the universe is about to implode. A flash of a memory stings at the back of his brain, but he ignores it.

“Uhm! Mister!” Chirps a high pitched voice from below, clearly directed at himself. Looking down he spots a chubby-faced little girl, at which he raises a brow. Why a girl her age would ever think to approach him of all people in the saloon, he cannot imagine.

“Can you help me up, please? I wanna ask for some water,” she asks, polite but determined.

“Oh, well of course little lady!” He responds, gently holding her up and placing her onto the stool, once the cloud of nostalgia is gone from before his eyes. She just looks so familiar… The particular shade of brown of her eyes–

“Thank you mister!” The girl says brightly, sitting all cute and proper as Boothill waves the barkeep over, “It’s no trouble. Whatcha doin’ here, anyway? Y’ain’t alone, right?”

“Oh no mister, I’m here with my papa!” She replies cheerfully, pointing to the center of the room where the most people gather. Between swaying bodies he finds who she points at – twirling a giggling old lady is who Boothill suspects is the girl’s ‘papa’.

The cyborg cowboy no longer has a heart, nor a chest really, but it feels as if it stops in that moment. You don't spot him yet, lost as you are in your own little world, twirling around as sweat builds at your hairline.

But to Boothill everyone else fades as the pieces click into place – a grassfield beneath a starry sky, the love of his life before him, his flesh and bone hands around her blushing face… your face… no matter how you’ve changed, it’s you, he’d recognize you anywhere.

He must be seeing ghosts, surely. The girl’s father must just look like you, that’s it, it has to be, you’re dead… you have to be.

But Boothill knows in his soul that it is. You’re right there, dancing without a care in the world, changed and yet the same.

“Mister?” The little girl to him again, grasping at one of his sleeves and he turns. Her eyes, that particular shade of brown… it’s his, from when he was still flesh and blood. His head hurts. He feels drunk and crazy, maybe he should stop drinking after missions.

“There you are! You should’ve told me you wanted to rest,” You lightheartedly tell the girl, panting as you wipe sweat from your brow. From this close he’s sure it’s you, but Boothill still feels a little crazy for his thoughts. “Made a friend–?!”

The moment your eyes meet his, Boothill is finally sure it’s you. And he can tell you remember him too. Both of you seem stuck in time, gazing at each other like you’ve seen a ghost, which maybe you have, all things considered. The both of you should be dead.

Your mouth opens to speak but no words come out and you’re aching for a glass of water of your own. He’s here, alive and…

“You’ve… changed.” Boothill says lamely – so many things he wants to say, things he should’ve said long ago, things he would’ve said if he knew you were alive all this time.

“S-So have you!” Your voice cracks as you gawk at him, “You’re all… metal?”

Boothill chuckles, nerves eased by the familiarity that settles over the two of you – seems you haven't changed where it counts. “Yeah… it’s a long story.”

“Well, all I have is time.” He can tell you’re still upset with him, perhaps you will be for a while– heck! He’s upset with himself! He should’ve gone back for you, checked, double checked, triple checked!

“Just tell me one thing first;” The cyborg asks, watching as the girl sprints off towards who he assumes is a friend of hers, “Is she…” he points at himself.

“... Yeah. Her name’s Julia.” You tell him, sitting where she was, shoulders still tense as you watch him closely. He’s still as handsome as always, more rugged perhaps, more tired and grim, but the sight of his face still makes your heart stutter with affection. 

Boothill sighs heavily at the information, like the air’s been punched from his lungs, slumping over the bar and covering his eyes. You, alone as your planet burned while he went off to punish the ones who did it, was a heartbreaking enough picture to paint, but with a child? His child?

If they hadn't taken his tear ducts, he’d be filling the saloon up to the ceiling with his tears.

“Hey now, you can cry about it later, ok?” You say awkwardly, knowing you might start crying too if he does. 

He does as you ask, finally raising his head to look at you properly. You’re as beautiful as he remembers, of course you are. You could never stop looking so unfairly stunning to him, never.

Squirming in place as his cybernetic lock onto you, you feel the need to fill the empty space between you – as much as you wish to act like nothing had changed, a lot had, “How did you… recognize me?”

He finds it to be an odd question, of course he’d recognize you, yours is the only face he seems when he closes his eyes, haunting the few dreams he does have like a siren’s song beckoning him to linger within the memories of a better life before he became what he is now, “Y’haven’t changed that much.”

You blink at him, suddenly self-conscious, “... haven't I?”

Oh no, you look upset. He should’ve just said what he was thinking instead of whatever that was, “I– I didn't mean it like– I mean, you look great! Fudge I–”

You’re laughing, open and bright and lovely. Laughing at him no doubt, but laughing, “W-what– why do you– Fudge?”

“Ah, well, that’s part of that long story I told ya’bout.” He replies bashfully, because yeah, it would be strange to hear that coming out of his mouth to you.

Catching your breath and wiping the tears from your eyes, you smile fondly at the cowboy, “Sounds to me like we have some catching up to do.”

The farm boy in him wishes still that nothing had changed, that he could wake up from his dream and lay in the field beneath the stars again, hold you against his warm chest like always and have no IPC blood caked under his metaphorical nails, only dirt and sand from a hard day’s work. But the galaxy ranger he is now likes it better this way – change is inevitable and all things considered, this is one of the more fortunate outcomes of your story. 

You’ve both changed, but not where really it counts.

“That we do, sweetheart.”

[fightingcold]

✨ Mr. Dream gang when??!!!!

LOOK AT THIS SILLY GUY!!!! WHY DOES (ah no, i know why) PEOPLE DON'T LIKE HIM.

Of course, I know that since NES he was just replacement for Mike Tyson because of lack of license from Nintendo and he was just... reskin, that's all. Blanky blank.

But I wouldn’t be me if something hadn’t appeared in my head when I noticed something uncanny in him. You know... His face, moves and other, all of this seem unnatural. And if unnatural... Could this mean that Dream is not human at all? Judge for yourself, in the last century there could have been development of a hyper-realistic android fighter for pumping out money of course. It never occurred to anyone that he was made of steel, and what theories could people come up with, writing in newspapers and spreading kind of disinformation? Dream was loved and hated, he was always on top, knocking out rivals with a big, hyper punch.

...Until the lethal incident happened.

This caused a stir and of course people began to be more and more interested in Dream's identity, to look for him, and, as it happens, not to give him a breath. Later, society began to ask, like, where did the great champion go, and why?

There were no answers, and the vast expanses simply became quiet.

But.. HEEY, IT'S 2000s!!! I believe that in the PO universe the advanced technology is much more advanced in our world, therefore... New technologies - New Dream!!!

Now he is based on a more trained artificial intelligence, capable of showing feelings and making contact, including physically. Sensors in the eyes, better artificial body parts, muscles, motors and devices similar to processes in the human body... Etc (Maybe I'll even draw an Dream's anatomy.) And also a personal trainer appeared (My OC Nastasia😼), as strange as it may be for a machine, but he really needs to be trained on the basis of real people.

It is obvious that he is trained to 'remember' his 'personal life', like Italian origin or family, and if he suddenly finds out otherwise, he will either have to conflict and experience existential crisis or eliminate those who know it.

There's a some of Dream art!!! (Blood and Gore TW!)

⬇️⬇️⬇️

1) SECOND BEST EVER MY DREAMIE FANART, baby boy baby.

2) SOMEOF PPL ALREADY SAW IT BUT I DON'T CARE, I LOVE THEM TOO.

Ah yeah blood part.

1) I dunno, should i even warning y'all guys to blue blood?? But, here is!

2) yum✨

[loni4ever]

Passing it on, passing it on to all my fellow readers.

I feel so bittersweetly comforted by this

Hello, my sweet fanfiction readers, the late night scrollers, and the midday day dreamers. I think it's time we do a little check in.

Take a big deep breath for me and let it out slowly. Have you drank water today? Eaten a little snack? I'm so proud of you for waking up today and for keeping going. I know the world is a scary place, and there's so much bad, and I appreciate your willingness to continue to try. I hope your scrolling brings you comfort and peace, I hope you find a safe place to land for a little while.

I'll let you get back to your scrolling soon. What are you looking for today? Enemies to lovers? Found family? Accidental baby acquisitions? Will it be a reader insert or a completely new AU? I'm sure your comfort characters are waiting for you, for your next adventure, or to revisit an old one. Just a small reminder before you go, you are loved, you are wanted, and you matter. Your comfort character would love your every flaw and would love you in all stages of your life. From your best to your worst, they would love you and want you to stay. If you love them in every universe and stage of being, flaws and all, then you can believe they'd love you the same. If there's a million different universes, then there's at least one where you're their favorite comfort character, too, and I promise they're rooting for you every step along the way.

Your comfort character believes in you and so do I, the girl on the other side of the screen who will always be a safe place to land. You are loved, you matter, you are important.

❤️💛 True 💛❤️

[thestarseternaal]

I don't care what anyone else says, Violet Sorrengail will fall in love with Xaden Riorson in every single damn universe, they are endgame. Violet doesn't give a fuck that Xaden is venin he's still her Xaden, her heart

[non-un-topo]

what are each of the queer quartets favourite cities/places and what do they think of each other's choices?

Ohh this is really interesting to think about!! And you're testing my geographic knowledge lol.

Andromache

This is... a hard one, considering she would probably be the single most well-travelled person in the world. I feel like she couldn't possibly choose a favourite, but she would have a few places that hold a ton of value to her because they were places where her life changed --- the desert where she met Quỳnh being one of them. I feel like Andy would love a place that was free and open, without borders. Somewhere just filled with horses. Fjords, maybe. Somewhere that reminded her of the ancient world, where she could be at peace.

The others would call her an old woman for this, but they would feel a longing for it, too.

Quỳnh

Samarkand. Maybe I'm biased, because I can picture her so easily loving the mountains because of one of my fics lol, but there's also history here. I imagine her and Andromache spending a ton of time here, or coming back after decades or centuries, as they would travel along the Silk Road. Just think about all the changes they would see. It's mind-boggling.

The boys would probably want to hear her stories about this time and her trade route travels. Yusuf would probably think she's nuts for liking the cold. Andromache would probably feel very sentimental, maybe even a little sad that the times had changed so drastically.

Yusuf

Baghdad! Mostly because of the presence of the Grand Library (Bayt al-Hikmah). Part of the Abbasid Era, but I don't think Yusuf would have cared about the Caliphate so much as he cared about knowledge and art. I can imagine him geeking the hell out in the library, and of course being devastated when it was destroyed. There are actually some fantastic fics that explore this, where I got this idea from (x, x)!

The others could only love him for this, I think. Maybe the women would have hated Baghdad, but they grow to love it purely because of Yusuf's love for it.

Nicolò

Cairo or Damascus, depending on which direction he and Yusuf travelled out of the Holy Land. I'm going to choose Damascus for now. In the cinematic universe in my head, this was where they fell in love. These were also the places where Nicolò's beliefs changed, and he started to live for a greater purpose than he had thought before.

The others would think he's a sap for this, and probably make fun of him (lovingly).

[tanukitsuneko-suki]

build episode 40 thoughts:

- he's always so mean.... not everyone is a nerd like you sento-kun </3

- ahh..he's so cute...banjo..yeah it's really strong...be careful...ah..

- "my memories seem to blur around the time of the skywall incident" ahh..hmm... yeah well okay i'll bite, because it's been a while since i seriously rambled about potential plot threads. i guess this is the 'real' katsuragi in a sense? the devil scientist katsuragi being the sento under the effects of the pandora box (just like what happened with gentoku). then again, gentoku remembers what he did....

- LMFAOOO OHH MY GOD THAT'S SO CUTE BANJO LOL. 'yea maybe you don't need that era of your life. or you'll try to kill me again :/' he is so girlfriend i love him

- ahh....so handsome....so cool.... sento-kun....

- GENTOKU?????????????????????????????

- this is the most terrified i have seen his face and it is killing me

- OH MY GODDDDDD HELLO!!!!!!!!!!!!! WELCOME BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- KATSURAGI CAME BACK I THOUGHT IT WAS ALL OVER LMAOOOOO

- evolt?? wants to make the ultimate slave?? and is?? targeting the kamen riders??? for it??? okay . sure. yeah we can do that too i guess

- is that katsuragi's mom btw, the first lost smash??? oh evolt you are so fucking evil

- "things have grown into a cosmic scale" honestly kazumin has a point lmao like he's just a farm owner and suddenly he's facing the personification of chaos in the universe ?? he just want oshi merch, man.....

- "kine reika" and a picture..? isn't this the woman with the boat they saved back then? or am i mistaking it...

- THIS DIVA

- oh my god??????

- WHY THE FUCK IS KAZUMIN IN THE EXPERIMENT COFFIN!!!!!!!!!!!

- i think it's really nice that kazumin's first thought when he got attacked by the pm (despite being injected with the same lethal amounts of gas) is that she would die if he defeats her. kazumin you are too soft for this world. which means you will die.... death flag..

- I DIDN'T SAY DO IT NOW FUCK FUCK FUCK GODDAMN GO BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- sorry this is so stupid if he just waited 30 minutes?!?!?!??!

- i uhhhh really need a villain au. it would be really good

- oh hell yeah!!

- ah... oops...ah..... oh no.... ms. prime minister... somebody tell her she got off relatively scot-free because the rest of her peers are dead LMFAO

- HIS DAD IS FUCKING ALIVE??????

[shaanks]

Okay I gotta ask this silly question bc I see this headcanon around a lot and I want to hear your take on it: do you think Shanks bathes? Like I don't think he has a five-step skincare routine or anything but I also don't think he's severely lacking in personal hygiene either, y'know? Any thoughts? 😅

I have a little backlog of Shanks asks in my inbox but THIS one I absolutely have the energy for.

I have no idea beyond like. A desire to apply this universe's pirate era hygiene to the OPverse's residents, and/or a need to kind of downplay a fictional man's standards by applying IRL men's aversion to soap to them, why or how people have come to the conclusion that Shanks stinks and never bathes and all his clothes are greasy and so on and so on ad nauseam. Weird work weird behavior, even from the folks who like want him real bad.

Like to a degree I can see where a group just starting off might end up a lil stinky if they're like. On a skiff like Luffy Zoro and Nami started out on in the baking sun or whatever but like?? Shanks went from Roger's crew on Roger's big nice ship where prime Rayleigh was and where they also had facilities, money, and a doctor on board, to his own crew and the shortest stint ever as Regular Pirates before becoming a Yonko himself and acquiring the Red Force which is also a big nice ship with facilities and a doctor on board.

Not only would hygiene be easy to keep up with, but any doctor worth their salt (which Crocus and Hongo both certainly are) wouldn't let them get the battery of preventable illnesses that come from not keeping themselves clean.

Additionally?? And I covered this briefly in another ask, but like?? Shanks has nice clothes! Are the prints on his pants silly? Sure. But everything he wears is nice good quality fabric, his hair is thick and soft, he keeps his facial hair, brows, and nails trimmed nicely? Aside from just like. Being a guy, I would love to know what part of his appearance suggests he doesn't take care of himself. Because I truly don't see it.

Also ALSO additionally it's canon that Shanks is very attractive and well-enjoyed by loads of folks but esp women, and I can't imagine if he was gross and filthy and stank that that would be the case. To each their own, ofc, but like. Statistically speaking.

tl:dr I think that while he probably isn't doing a 12 step K beauty routine or whatever, Shanks is clean and well kept and smells nice and takes care of his teeth and the like. Definitely not a man who would be shy about washing his ass, you know what I mean?

[missyue]

TASTE

Fem!satoru gojo x fem reader x fem!suguru geto

Contains: slight satosugu. Violence. Satosugu killing each other over and over. Satoru and y/n are exes. Alternate universe. Possibly OOC. toxic relationships?. Satoru Gojo is now Satori Gojo, and Suguru Geto is now Sugki (I really tried lol) Geto . Y/n being kinda useless in the satosugu beef. Male ver of Shoko is here btw. Satosugu is somewhat implied to be dating after the funeral. Death.

Yue's notes: imma be honest, reader isn't really involved alot ...tbh this is mostly fem!satosugu..

"I'm sorry, Satori. I just don't think we'll work out.." y/n said, her arms wrapped around her as if to shield herself from the woman's gaze. Y/n knew perfectly well her reason for breaking up with Satori wasn't because she didn't think it'd work out. The real reason was mostly because she was still in love with Sugki Geto, her ex and Satori's best friend.

Satori wasn't sure how to react, after all no one has broken up with her before. Unless you want to count the time Sugki had left her and y/n at KFC.

Y/n didn't wait for an answer and quickly left with her things.

•••

Satori was scrolling on a media app when she saw a recent photo of Sugkk and y/n on a ice cream. Seriously? Did y/n break up with her for her best friend?

She's not surprised, she should've known. everyone knew this would happen at some point. Sugki and y/n were the type of couple to break up for a few months and then get back together.

But she couldn't believe it, why did Sugki knowingly get with y/n if (and she knows the pretty woman knew) she knew she used to be with y/n. Well to be fair, she shouldn't be talking either, she took his shot with y/n the moment he could. But she didn't care.

•••

Satori picked up a knife, using it as a mirror to put on lipstick and gloss. She soon left her house and went into her car, quickly putting in the address of y/n's house. She was sure the two backstabbers were at that location, it was okay if they weren't. After all, she had both addresses.

She entered the house and went upstairs. Quietly walking to y/n's room, hoping to murder Sugki and take joy in her ex's face as she would wake up to Suguru's dead body.

•••

As Satori went to the other side of the bed, she took her weapon of choice out of hiding and stabbed Sugki with a smile multiple times in a row. Her smile dropped as she noticed that instead of blood, feathers were flying.

Y/n soon screamed as she wasn't expecting to see Satoru with a weapon. Sugki came in with a gun, aiming it at Satori and shot it.

Satori soon dodged every bullet. Sugki was getting frustrated, not only was her aim off but Satoru kept dodging with a smile as if taunting her.

Satori then stopped and said,"I hope you like my sloppy seconds!"

BANG!

Sugki had shot Satori. Y/n couldn't believe what she saw. Sugki had murdered her ex.

Satork tumbled out from the glass doors and fell down from the balcony, landing into the fence. The fence had pierced her stomach and left blood all over.

Sugki had gone to the balcony and looked down to where Satoru was laying. Sugki laughed at the white haired woman's state.

Satori was furious and took out a small knife. Sugki tilted her head to the side, wondering what her rival was going to do. She was then blinded in her left eye.

She screamed in agony with y/n quickly attending to her. Y/n looked down to Satoru and saw her put up the finger at her.

•••

Satori was in the hospital as someone had found her. Her doctor was Shouske leiri, he was surprised Satori survived her wounds.

"how the hell did this happen?" Shouske asked, struggling to take out the fence that was still stuck in his friend. Satori gave him a smile, "I was trying to kill Sugki."

Shouske sighed at his friend's antics. He finally took out the fence which made Satori look back at him in pain, she was also slightly annoyed at how rough the fence came out.

"I don't know how you do it, Satori." He said with a soft chuckle and walked away to light a cigarette outside. What he didn't know was that Sugki was in the room disguised as a nurse. Her left eye was now covered by an eye patch, her hair was in a bun with a small hat that had a red plus to show she was in the medical field, and she wore a dress that went to her mid thigh with short sleeves.

Sugki was warming up an electric shock device, turning her head slowly to make sure Satori didn't notice her. She quickly stopped warming up the device and speed walked to Satori. She took the device and put it to Satori's back, shocking her.

Satori's body shook viciously before she turned around with a pissed off face. Sugki didn't wait for what Satori had to say and shocked her again in the chest. Once again, The blue-eyed woman's body shook violently before Sugki put the device on the sides of Satori's head, electrifying the woman's brain and killing her (for now).

Her body fell back into the hospital bed. Sugki put down the device and quickly left before anyone can catch her.

•••

Y/n was sitting on the couch and was finishing the last bite of her meal, after all Sugki had a surprise for her and she didn't want her food to be in the way.

Sugki had come back into the living room wearing black lingerie. Y/n was stunned, she couldn't find the words to speak. Sugki didn't really wear lingerie.

Sugki had sat on Y/n's lap and wrapped her arms around her girlfriend's neck. Little did they know they had an audience.

Before Sugki could kiss her lover, some force made her bend backwards which had hurt her spine. Y/n began to worry, what was wrong with Sugki?

Sugki got off her partner's lap, making noises of pain. She realized this was Satori's doing, remembering when they jokingly made voodoo dolls of each other. She grabbed the doll version of Satori, but before she could do anything, her neck snapped making her head come undone.

Y/n had screamed thinking her girlfriend would die. Sugki snapped her neck and head back into place before throwing the doll into the fire. They both heard a scream, and y/n looked into the distance.

"oh my God! Satori is on fire!" Y/n could see her ex scream and freak out. Who wouldn't? I mean the fire was burning her skin and her organs.

Sugki just laughed while y/n looked at her girlfriend like she was psychotic and ran to help Satori.

•••

Satori was dressed in a fancy white dress with a silk coat with fur on it. She was furious and couldn't let Sugki think she had won. She rushed up the stairs where she could hear water rushing.

Sugki and y/n were making out when Satori opened the curtain and put up her knife, but before she could, Sugki cut her arm off with her own weapon. Y/n gasped and screamed, her eyes closed due to blood in her eyes. Satori had ran off.

Sugki quickly got dressed and took Satori's arm with her which was laying on the floor.

Satori had tripped near the end of the stairs and fell, Sugki had caught up to her and choked her with the white haired woman's arm. Satori choked for a moment before passing out.

Sugki had let laughter leave her lips, she looked psychotic since Satori's blood was on her. Sugki stood up and walked away after her laugh attack.

•••

Sugki and her lover, Y/n, were at the pool and were making out. Sugki then noticed arms wrapping around her waist, pushing her closer. The hands left her waist and found their way to her bottom. Sugki opened her eyes in surprise, only to see Satori kissing her instead of her lover. Satori had a cheeky smile.

Sugki on the other hand was furious, she took out a chainsaw and sliced Satori through her stomach.

Satori held her stomach in pain, at least she was able to kiss the lips that kissed y/n. She fell into the pool and her body slowly sank.

Sugki had a crazed smile on her face but what she didn't notice was Satori next to her smiling in shock, she didn't think Sugki had the guts. Sugki looked at her then took a second look to see if Satori was really alive before looking back to the body in the pool.

The body was not in fact Satoris' instead it was y/n's. Sugki stood there in disbelief. In disbelief that she killed the woman she loved.

•••

Satori and Sugki were dressed in all black, holding solemn faces. After all, what do you say and do when you're at your ex's funeral and was the one who murdered them?

Sugki could hear y/n's family sob.

•••

Satori and Sugki were at their home, giggling as they drank their milkshakes.

"I honestly can't believe we let some girl get between us, Satori" Sugki said before taking another sip of her milkshake.

Satori gave Sugki a soft chuckle before saying, "Lets hope that doesn't happen again" Sugki agreed and kissed Satori on the cheek.

•••

Shouske on the other hand was reading the messages his friends had sent him.

"Why am I always friends with the crazy ones?"

Y/n's ghost agreed.

AHHH, I honestly really love this and Ik it's not perfect but still.

Can u tell I was resisting to make satosugu canon.

[radioactivedumpsterfire]

Maya in the pilot seat leading chioma towards a specific and dangerous destination vs osiris sitting in the passenger seat allowing saint to take them both wherever. When Maya says the unknown she means "this specific thing I'm obsessed with" when saint is narrating he talks about the unknown with no expectations of what he may find. This really shows how the main (but not the only) thing that separates osiris from Maya is control. Osiris doesn't care about where they end up as long as saint is by his side and they're both okay, Maya is deliberately leading chioma where she wants them to go with little regard for how chioma feels outside of "does this match the idea I have of the version of my partner I've made up in my head". The placement of their hands too. Maya and chioma are reaching for eachother but they don't quite connect, they both have inaccurate perceptions of eachother and their expectations clash despite how they both want to be together. In contrast, Osiris and Saint's hands fit together perfectly. Osiris doesn't see saint as anything other than his saint because he loves each and every one of them and views all Saints as the same version. Saint never doubted that he loved osiris even when he didn't match what was in his memories, he was only worried that he himself might be lacking and falling short in comparison to "the real saint". They worked out because they both realized that any version of osiris (simulated or otherwise) with love any version of saint (simulated or otherwise) and vice versa. This is the difference between "I will love you in every universe" and "I will always love my version of you (even if that version of you was entirely made up by me to affirm my own beliefs)" this episode is so important to me idc if alot of people weren't happy with it I love character explorations. I love saint and osiris so much they make my heart feel full.

REPLAYING ECHOES ON MY WARLOCK AND OH MY OZ

The parallels between the bird grandpas and the science wives is so obvious yes, but I JUST realized that act one’s cutscene where Saint shares his dream of exploring the universe parallels the act three cutscene between Maya and Chioma!

THE VISUALS ARE THE SAME TOO

[v33n4-c4rn1s]

"Do I look like her?"

Remy Lebeau x fem!reader

A/N: Here's my first little one shot for the after party of our main event! you don't have to read/attend the main event but if you'd like to.. Here's your invitation to "May the cards be in our favour." Thank you for all the support on the main series! Here's a well deserved Angst/comfort tiny tale <3

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Things played out well for you.

Of course it did.

Sure, you lost everything..But you healed. You accepted a new life. Hell, you even got the guy.

So why is it so..numbing?

Why do you feel like you're walking on thin glass, prepared to shatter under the weight of your heavy heart, when you wake up next to him? He’s not a bad guy. Remy Lebeau is anything but bad.

He’s gentle. Despite your past, your fears, he’s never once doubted you..so why are you doubting him? He knows what it’s like to lose someone. He lost you. Well, a version of you. 

That’s what has your mind all twisted.

Her.

Well, you.

It was haunting, knowing that there once was a you that he loved so much. You wonder if maybe..just maybe. If she was still alive, would you stand in the same place? Would you wake up next to him? Would you share breakfast together? Take care of the cats? 

The worst thing was, you didn’t know.

She meant so much to him.

Could you even compare to her? 

- - - - - - -

You stand in the kitchen, the cats demand their breakfast. They circle you like you’re prey. Tiny predators pawing at your legs. They’re cute..demanding? But cute. Lucifer, the ginger cat, drags his claws down the food cabinet. You give him a look, something along the lines of, “seriously?” and in response..he does it again. Slower. He’s such a little shit. He really lives up to the name. Oliver, the grey cat, circles you. He nuzzles up to your legs. He's trying to use his affection to coax you into opening that damn cabinet. Finally, Figaro, the white cat, simply just sits there. Purring. He’s using his cute little face to try and win you over.

“Boys..five minutes, literally..just five.”

The door of the bedroom creaks open and there he is. Remy, He got out of the shower earlier, he’s dry and dressed now. Apart from his hair, which you can tell is a little damp still.

His scarlet gaze finds yours and he gives you a grin before turning his attention the his cats, who stare up at him expectantly.

“Boys..what’re you crowdin’ your momma for, aye? Where’s dem manners? You aint supposed to crowd a lady.”

He scolds them so gently, it's actually kinda funny. The best part? They listen.

Oh.

I should probably give context to your current situation.

After the near end of the universe, the destruction of your world and the pain and weight of it all..Wade wilson begged the TVA to let you stay right here. They obliged due to your..heroic acts and now you live across from Wade and Logan, who also agreed to stay. Wade retrieved Remy (and Laura) from the void, blah blah blah..you kissed, he moved in, you’re together and now you own three cats.

All caught up? Good.

Remy heads over to the cabinet, pulling out the cat food tin. The cats crowd him instead. A chorus of pleased meows follow him as he dishes up the food. Normally, you’d find a strange sense of joy watching him tend to his cats but today..you had this nagging feeling. It tugged at your heart, sending dull throbs of longing into your soul.

You were snapped from your trance by familiar hands placing themselves on your waist. The Cajun male presses a lingering kiss to your forehead. It tingles. You knew he was being sincere yet it all felt so..hollow.

“You've been frownin’ since ya got outta bed, chère. C’mon, Tell Gambit what’s got you all tied?..”

You meet his gaze. You always do. He finds your eyes all the time and the weight of his sentence. The affection, the care that’s laced into his words..

It cracks the wall you tried to build, the bricks crumble and you stand there..

Vulnerable.

Before you know it, tears begin to well up and it takes Remy no longer than a second to scoop you up. His strong arms encase your frame so gently, his hand runs up and down your back.

“Ma belle..what’s goin’ on? What’s all dem tears for, huh?”

He coo’s so sweetly, leading you to the couch. He takes a seat, pulling you into his lap so you straddle him. One hand lays on your thigh, his skilled fingers tracing soft circles against the skin whereas his other hand works on wiping your tears and pushing the hair out of your face. He runs a hand over your hair before cupping your cheek. All his movements are with practised ease. He knows your body like he knows his cards.

He deserves an explanation. 

He’s been nothing but a picture perfect boyfriend and you’ve been cold to him. You have no idea how he put up with it.

You gather yourself, alongside your thoughts, and you allow some much needed air into your lungs, soothing your nerves.

“It’s– it’s ridiculous really– I think..I'm jealous? Envious? I don’t know but– it's her! Me! Whoever it is! You..you loved her so much! How..how can i even come close to what she had– who she was to you–”

He was confused for a moment before it clicked. You felt..less inferior to his past version of yourself. He felt sick. A rush of nausea overwhelmed him. He never meant for this to happen. Not like this.

He watched the tears slowly slide down your cheeks, his thumb stilled. For a second, you thought he might shove you off his lap, maybe even leave out the door but instead his palms rushed forward to cradle your face. 

“Oh..chère..mon amour–”

He brings you closer, taking your hand and placing it over his heart so you could feel the steady thump.

“She..she was a piece of me– a piece of my past but oh..chère..”

You could hear it in his voice, he’s getting choked up.

“She ain’t you..and you ain’t her. Even Gambit knows dat. Ya got de same face but not de same heart. Not de same soul..”

He brings his hands down to find yours. His own eyes betray him, they grow watery as he presses kiss after kiss to your knuckles.

“Gambit don’t want you feelin’ like a replacement cuz you ain’t. You’re his future. Dat’s what you are. Ain’t no second choice.”

He presses his forehead to your knuckles, it’s like he’s silently begging for forgiveness. He inhales with a shudder.

You can’t find that feeling anymore. The feeling of nagging, the pain, the anxiety.

It’s all gone. Thanks to him.

Now it’s your turn, you tilt his head up with shaky hands and bring him towards you. His nose gently bumps against yours. He holds your wrists like he’s scared that if he lets go..you’ll vanish.

He knows what’s coming yet his heart still flutters when you press your lips to his. It’s slow at first but then a string of desperation ties itself into the mix. His usual skilled hands scramble to grasp your hips while you tangle your fingers in his hair. It’s soft, still a tiny bit damp from his shower but it’s soft. He pulls back only to kiss your cheek, then your jaw, then your neck. He continues to travel till he reaches your collarbone. The whole way down he praises you, he worships you like you're an angel on earth..and to be honest? When you hold him like this he thinks you just might as well be.

He finally pulls away, taking in your flushed cheeks and the dots of red that linger on your skin from his heavy kisses. He gives you a grin. You get to see his jagged canine peek out from his lips. He doesn’t need to say anything because you already know.

He doesn't need to say anything. 

But he does.

“I love you..Gambit loves you so much..”

The cats all clamber onto the couch, trying to figure out what all the commotion is for. 

You return his words, watching him reach down to scratch lucifer behind the ear.

“I love you too..”

It’s four words that bring a man, and his cats, so much joy.

Perhaps you didn’t have the greatest start but that doesn’t mean you’ll be stuck in the unknown for good. Not when he’s here.

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When you get into bed that night, your heart feels full. You crawl into waiting arms. Large hands run up and down your back. You can hear the soft purrs of your beloved felines and that's how you know things are going to be fine. 

Remy presses a kiss to your forehead, humming softly as he checks on you, watching you fight the well deserved sleep that creeps over you.

He chuckles softly, his chest rumbles at his laughter and it pulls a sleepy smile onto your lips. With a final kiss against your hair, you hear him.

“You got me, forever..and dere ain’t nothin’ you can do about it..”

He’s teasing. You know he is because why would you wanna do anything about it? He’s perfect.

And he’s yours.

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